#hush Wyatt

[wywyyearns]

Wouldn’t it be neat if my mind would just shut the fuck up?

[anicomicgeek]

Some ideas for the Joker and their influences.

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

The Other Half Part Twenty

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Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader

Warnings: Fluff; very light angst; implied sexytimes; Jealous and Protective Bruce

Summary: The sound makes your stomach swoop, and you whirl around, stunned. Of all of the people that Michelle had mentioned inviting, there had been no mention of your ex making an appearance.

“It was nice of Michelle to invite me,” Bruce comments. 

“Of course she invited you. She likes you,” You insist. Your gaze is set on yourself in the mirror as you put in one of your earrings. Your outfit is cute, but casual—far less fancy than what you often wear for your nights out on the town with Bruce. Well, it would be odd to turn up to Michelle’s birthday party in a gown. It’s going to be a low key affair at one of your favorite bars near your old shared apartment. 

“Really? Since when?” 

You roll your eyes a little, eyeing Bruce in the mirror. He’s still leafing through his closet, trying to find a shirt to wear. You straighten up, turning to watch him as you put on your other earring. 

“Since she decided you weren’t just toying with me.” 

“And when was that?” 

“Around when you got all protective of me with the press.” 

You see Bruce’s gaze narrow slightly, the muscle in his jaw tightening just a tick. You sigh softly, adding, “Bruce, it’s been months.” 

“I know that.” 

“So you can turn off that guard dog part of you.” You walk closer to him, cuddling against him from behind and wrapping your arms around his middle. You press your face into his shoulder, drawing in the scents of his body wash and cologne.. “I’m used to it now, it’s fine.” 

“I can’t just turn it off.” 

“...I know.” 

“And I don’t like that you’re used to it.” 

“Better that it happened sooner than later, right?” You turn your head, pressing a gentle kiss to his shoulder. He grunts, taking a shirt down and looking it over before tucking it away again.

“I guess.” 

You roll your eyes, giving him a gentle squeeze.

“Just wear a black t-shirt and a pair of pants. You’ll still look insanely hot.” 

You begin to pull away, but Bruce catches hold of your hand, turning and drawing you into his chest. You smile, resting your hand on his chest and humming against his lips. 

“We're supposed to be leaving in twenty minutes,” You mumble. 

“You still haven’t learned a thing about being fashionably late.” 

“Maybe you need to teach me again,” You giggle as Bruce steers you back toward the bed. 

--  

A sort of hush falls over the little table at the bar patio when you and Bruce finally turn up, but it’s shattered as a tipsy Michelle springs up and crows, “Brucey!” 

You smile as Michelle half-tackles Bruce in a hug, and as Bruce takes the hug in stride, patting her back. 

“Happy birthday, Michelle.” 

“I’m glad the two of you could descend from your tower to join us,” Michelle teases, letting go of Bruce to hug you. 

“Sorry we were late,” You hug her in return, “There was—” You cast an eye toward Bruce, “Traffic.” 

He grins almost roguishly at you as he rests his hand on your lower back, beginning to steer the two of you toward an empty couple of seats near the end of the table.

“I don’t get a hug, too?” You hear just behind you. The sound makes your stomach swoop, and you whirl around, stunned. Of all of the people that Michelle had mentioned inviting, there had been no mention of your ex making an appearance.

“Wyatt!” You laugh shakily, “I—Hi!” 

“Hey,” He grins. He hooks his arms around your middle, tugging you away from Bruce and into a hug before you could make any sort of move. You pat his shoulder, desperately trying to gather your thoughts as you draw away. 

“It’s been a while,” He adds as he lets go of you. 

“I, uh—Yes, it certainly has. I didn’t even know you were back in town,” You agree. 

“Just visiting. I'll be here for a couple of weeks.”

“Bruce Wayne.” Bruce’s hand enters your periphery, and you glance back at him. 

“Oh! God, yes, um—This is my—This is Bruce,” You wave between Bruce and Wyatt. “Bruce, this is Wyatt, he, uh—” You clear your throat, face going hot at the combined weight of their gazes. “We—Um. I knew him.” Knew him? Damn, you’re scrambled. 

“Nice to meet you, man,” Wyatt shakes Bruce’s hand. 

“I’m sure it is.” 

Your brow furrows at the prolonged handshake, and you glance between them before you look at their hands, eyeing their whiting knuckles as they tighten their grips. 

“Okay, well, Wyatt, this has been fun,” You reach up, patting Bruce’s forearm and taking hold of his hand when he lets go of Wyatt’s, “But we’re gonna sit down now.” 

“We should catch up,” Wyatt insists, gaze set on Bruce. You watch Bruce’s smile stay in place, though his eyes narrow a bit. 

“Sure! Later, but right now, um—These shoes are killing me,” You fib, adding, “C’mon, hon,” As you turn, tugging Bruce’s hand and guiding him toward the seats that you’d been diverted from. You plop down next to Michelle, giving the surrounding party polite waves before you lean into her. 

“Thanks for the heads up,” You grumble, plucking her glass from her hand before taking a swig. 

“I didn’t even know until this morning.” 

“You still had time to warn me.” “If you’d known, you wouldn’t come,” She pouts. You sigh heavily, leaning back in your seat. You feel Bruce’s arm slide around the back of your seat, fingers curling gently in the fabric of your shirt. You lean into him, resting your hand on his thigh and rubbing gently. 

“You alright?” You murmur.

“Fine.” 

Your brows arch at his slightly clipped tone. 

“I thought you and Wyatt were going to snap one another’s hands off.” 

Bruce grunts, picking a piece of lint off of his shirt and flicking it away. Your brows raise further, your head tipping to try and catch his eye. 

“Bruce.”

“Hm?” He gives you a vacant, expectant expression, and you roll your eyes, sighing again as you turn away from him. 

“Never mind.” 

--  

It’s a long night. You wind up going to three different bars with the entire party in tow, dodging Wyatt every chance that you get, and trying to goad Bruce into having a good time. His mood does seem to lighten as the evening goes on, but every time you feel him go tense, you're certain that he’s caught Wyatt’s eye again—especially when he tugs you closer to him just a moment later.

--  

“Are we going to talk about it?” 

You don’t even give him the chance to get his jacket all the way off before you ask. The elevator doors to the penthouse haven't even fully closed behind you. Bruce raises a brow, hanging his jacket up. You watch him turn to you and frown as he kneels down in front of you. The frown is flipped as he undoes the buckle on your shoes, helping you out of them. You wiggle your toes as your soles press into the cool marble floor, and lean in as he straightens and pecks your lips. 

“Water?” He offers. You grunt, following him.

“And some toast.” 

“Sure,” He chuckles. You push yourself onto the counter, swinging your legs as Bruce heads to the fridge. 

“...I wasn’t expecting Wyatt to be there,” You offer. “Michelle didn’t tell me—Like, on purpose.” 

Bruce holds out a water bottle, and you murmur your thanks as you take and open it. 

“Why were you so pissed?” You add, meeting his eye before taking a drink. 

“You didn’t introduce me.”

“I was in shock.” 

“He was pretty quick to hug you.” 

Your brow furrows, heart leaping into your throat. 

“And that—...Oh, my god,” The realization dawns slowly, making you grin. 

“What?” 

“Were you jealous?” 

“Pfft. No.” He avoids your gaze as he opens his own water.

“Oh my god!” You laugh, setting your water aside. “Bruce fucking Wayne was jealous. That is crazy. That is rich.” 

“Why is it rich?” 

“How many of your supposed exes have I had shoved in my face by the media for not measuring up to your usual standards?” 

Bruce’s lips press into a thin line, his jaw going tight again, and you groan softly. 

“Baby,” You loop your arms around his shoulders, drawing him closer, “If I’d known he’d be there, I would’ve warned you.”

“I know,” Bruce sighs, setting his water aside. “So…You went out with him.” 

“Yeah.” 

“Serious?” 

“...Yeah,” You admit quietly, lowering your gaze to his chest.

“How serious?” 

“Like…'Meeting the parents and talking rings’ serious.” Saying it aloud makes your stomach twist. You haven’t spoken to Bruce about your other relationships before, and it feels odd. Bruce smooths his hands up over your thighs, giving them a gentle squeeze. 

“...Can I ask what happened?” Bruce plies softly. You shrug a little. 

“He moved to Center City for work. I didn’t want to leave Gotham, neither of us were willing to deal with being long distance, so…We called it.” You meet Bruce’s eye, and find him searching your face contemplatively.

“You ever regret it?” Bruce asks. 

“Breaking up with him? At first, yeah, but…” You trail off, shaking your head. “But I haven’t thought about what that life would’ve been like for a long time.” You raise your hand, cupping his cheek. “And I’m still not thinking about what that life would’ve been like.” 

Bruce smiles, turning his head and pressing a kiss to your palm before he leans in. You press your lips to his, smiling as he uses his hold on your thighs to tug you closer. 

“Besides…All of that,” You murmur against his lips, “Did you have a nice time?” 

“Yes.” 

“Really?”

Bruce hums affirmatively, breaking your kiss and resting his forehead against yours.

“I always do when I’m with you.”

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[mazikeenhyde]

Oh Baby, Pain is Pleasure! Finale Part 2

POLY JUDGMENT DAY X READER (WRESTLER) 

Y/W/N – Your Wrestling Name 

Y/W/N/F – Your Wrestling Name Finisher

WARNING – THESE WARNINGS COVER ALL PARTS OF THIS FICTION/ IMAGINE STORY- THEY MAY NOT BE SPECIFIC TO THIS PARTICULAR PART! - 

SMUT,  GIRL X GIRL, MAN X MAN, POLY RELATIONSHIPS/SEXUAL, BDSM, BLOOD, PANIC ATTACKS, SPANKING, VIOLENT REFRENCES, INJURY, ABUSE (CONSENTUAL) CHEATING, STALKERS/ STALKING, SMOKING/ CIGARETTES , ALCOHOL

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Oh Baby…Pain is Pleasure – Finale Part 2

“You’re Fired y/w/n..... You're fired, with immediate effect.” 

In that moment, in that very moment… I could say it was as if the world just fell away. As if the entirety of time stood still, as if silence was the only thing that existed on earth… but that could not be further from the truth. All hell had broken loose. 

The entirety of Judgement Day had completely lost their minds, they were screaming & shouting, demanding answers from Triple H who had now been surrounded by security in an attempt to hold back the furious group. Paul was trying to have his voice heard over them all but every word he got out, he was interrupted again. Liv Morgan had been quick to disappear out of sight choosing to wait in the wings of the ramp to enter the match. The Wyatt Sicks had already made their entrance to the ring and were now pacing their territory both inside and out of the cages. The monitors in Gorilla showed them playing up to the audience while many fans were chanting for The Judgment Day, for Mami, for Y/W/N big entrance. Abby the Witch, who had already entered the cell was sat in the middle of the canvas smiling, chanting to herself in hushed tones, her painted China mask glowing in the spotlight gave such an uneasy feeling to those in the front row. Meanwhile those further back in the cheap seats had been more than happy to begin poking fun, trying to stir up the Wyatts. 

“Y/W/N is gonna kill you…. Y/W/N is gonna kill you!” They sang, arms waving in the air as Dexter had jumped up onto the barricade alongside Huskus, shouting abuse back at the spectators. But the fans were just as quick to jump on them instead…

“Rhea’s gonna kill you… Rhea’s gonna kill you!” The audience chimed together. Out in the arena the atmosphere was really building for what everyone believed was going to be an incredible match. 

Meanwhile, backstage chaos was still at full peak. Anxiety was kicking in and I stood back from everyone in silence, I wasn’t entirely sure what to say, what to do. How do I even begin to process what he had said, what was going on? I couldn’t hear any of them now, my brain had turned into a cloud of fog. All I could focus on was a high-pitched alarm going off in the corner of the room, it was flashing on and off with an LED screen that displayed the words ‘ON AIR’. 

The main event of WrestleMania had been replaced last minuite with this Ten Man grand slam match. When it had been announced the crowd were beyond excited, they screamed and chanted ‘THIS IS AWESOME’ so loudly the ring announcers had struggled to be heard, even with a microphone. 

And yet I was not going to be in it? Pfft, over my dead body. 

I’m not sure where it came from, or indeed what bought me back to reality. Maybe it had been that alarm indicating that the show was live, and the production team were now running behind, given that The Judgment Day were still stood in Gorilla arguing with Paul and every member of the backstage crew. 

I took a deep breath and proceeded to walk over to the production crews table, picking up a steel chair and launching it across the room into the adjacent wall. The loud crashing sound echoed throughout the room as everyone fell silent and stared over in my direction. Rhea looked so concerned for me as her eyes scanned over my body for any sign of injury or upset. Meanwhile the boys were all far to angry to fully regulate their emotions at that point. 

“Enough…” I stated plainly, holding my head up high and slowly walking over towards Triple H. 

Rhea, Damian, Finn and Dom all took a step back to allow me to pass by them as I stopped in front of my boss. Security was quick to regroup and reform behind him while Judgment Day stood directly behind me, Dom reached out his hand to squeeze my fingers, desperate to make sure his girl was okay. Though I am sure he himself needed a little grounding too. 

“Why?” I questioned Triple H as he readjusted his suit shirt from Damian’s firm grip, making sure to fix his tie where Finn had attempted to throttle him with it. 

“Why am I fired? You have to tell me why. You can’t just fire me, walk away and think no one is going to question your decision.” My voice was plain, strong and confident. If I hadn’t been so focused on dealing with the situation in hand, I might have noticed Damian getting a little hot under the collar at his little lady dominating the problems at hand. I may have noticed Finn smirking with pride at the self-confidence I was displaying, or even Rhea with her arms folded and eyebrow raised, she knew full well her girl could handle business. 

Hunter cleared his throat as he placed one hand in his pocket and the other over his mouth, wiping the sweat of his chin and taking a breath. 

“This company, Y/W/N…has a strict no tolerance policy when it comes to fraternizing with other wrestling companies. You signed a contract young lady; you know the rules…. And you broke those rules. So…” Hunters words sounded almost humorous, like the situation to him was funny. 

“What are you talking about!?” I said, frustrated and confused at everything that was going on. 

Triple H very quickly got frustrated and ran his hands over his head, taking another sharp breath. 

“Look, we don’t have time for this right now. You lot…” He said pointing to Rhea, Damian, Dominik and Finn. 

“Get out to the ring, the match needs to start! Liv Morgan is waiting; she will be taking Y/W/N place. GO!!” His voice was harsh, he was not happy, but neither were my loves. I turned on the spot to face them all and smiled. 

“Finn, you always told me the show must go on, no distractions. Remember? All of you, go! Kick their asses, Ill fix this, I promise! I’ll see you out there” I held out my hands and they all quickly rushed in, sharing a warm group hug before they made their way out. Rhea turned before she exited through the curtain as The Judgment Day’s music played out in the arena, blowing me a kiss and offering a half corner smile. 

I watched as the monitors showed them all entering the ramp and making their way to the ring, the crowd cheering and chanting their names. But the front row quickly noticed it was Liv Morgan there and not me. And when Samantha Irvin announced Liv would be my replacement, the thousands of spectators were not happy. 

“BOO! BOO! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! WE WANT Y/W/N! WE WANT Y/W/N! THIS IS BULLSHIT. . . . . THIS IS BULL SHIT!” 

Liv smirked without a care in the world and made her way into the cell. 

The cages were locked, the bell was rung. 

The War began. 

“Ok!” I shouted facing my manager once more. 

“You are back on schedule, the production are happy and the show is running to time again! So, take a bloody chill pill grandad and explain to me what the hell you are talking about?!” I demanded standing in front of Hunter. 

He sighed, frustrated by my words and turned on the spot, taking an envelope out from the desk behind him and handing it to me. 

“Liv bought this to my attention after your match earlier, just shortly after you and the rest of Judgment Day went back to your locker room, I wanted to discuss it with you, but you were all…….. obviously busy.” He raised his eyebrows as he looked down at me, his tall figure looming above mine as I rolled my eyes at his words and proceeded to open the envelope. 

We must have been loud enough for Hunter to hear us! 

Tearing open the envelope I pulled out a handful of photographs but before I could take a look a sudden flurry of cheers from the crowd had me distracted for a moment. Both Triple H and I turned our heads to the monitor as Samantha Irvin’s voice ringed through the sound system. 

“Joe Gacy has been eliminated!” 

Dominik and Damian had managed to pair up while the others fought and with an assisted South of Heaven-Frog Splash Dom had pinned Huskus! A huge grin was plastered on my face as I turned my attention to Rhea who had Howdy pinned in the corner, pounding him with continuous punches to the face. That glint in her eye showed me she was fighting for love and her passion for revenge had completely taken over. 

Liv and Nikki were in the midst of a brutal scrap, exchanging punches and body kicks with neither showing any weakness, but my heart burnt deep and heavy. That should be me out there fighting! That is my title shot! 

Frustratingly I could also see Rowan had gotten back to his feet after a brawl with Finn, who had been sent over the top rope and into the steel cage. My poor Irish prince was in agony, then within the blink of an eye Rowans giant frame had flattened Damian with a hefty forearm, swiftly followed by a chokeslam to Dom who was now out for the count. 

“Dominik Mysterio has been eliminated!” 

“Shit…” I whispered under my breath, turning my attention back to the photographs. My heart ached for Dom, I needed to be out there. I need to sort this shit once and for all! 

“So, what is this?! What am I looking at?” I demanded taking a closer look at the photos. They were blurry, it looked like countryside landscape, but I recognized something in it. There was a vehicle in them, it was a white transit van, hidden slightly by some large branches hanging from the trees above. On the side of the van in large letters were painted ‘A.E.W’. And there I was, standing at the back looking over my shoulder. I don’t remember any of this though. There’s no denying it was me but… why do I look so…odd? Positioned so strangely? So lifeless? So?...

Then it hit me. 

This was the day the Wyatts had snatched me from my run, I didn’t look odd or strange, I wasn’t even conscious!

“I know how this may look H, but I promise you I have no connection to AEW whatsoever! Look…” I pulled the photo out to show him in closer detail. 

“Yes, it is me. But look you can see! My eyes aren’t even open and my hands… they are tied behind my back! I know its blurry, clearly this camera man they paid off is shit at his job! Look, I have a long history with the Wyatts, and one I don’t want to bring to light. I made some serious mistakes in my past and I learnt from them, Bray Wyatt helped me see that and I was a firefly. Howdy he, he can’t accept his brother has gone. And we all know when love cannot save you, evil is quick to thrive. This day, this day Finn had me training and I went for a run, the Wyatts grabbed me and took me to this old barn to try and scare me. I didn’t think much of it, Howdy’s always playing games but…..” My voice trailed off into a silent whisper as something caught my eye. 

“I never knew…. Why… they….” My voice was broken, barely audible as Hunter rushed to my side looking closer at the photograph in my hands. I was trembling as I only now realized the true ring master behind it all. 

There…

in the photograph….

Driving the van. 

My shaking finger moved to point at the driver’s seat, a blurry but prominent head of hair was clearly visible and we all knew who it was. 

“But.. that’s Liv Morgan?” Hunter questioned, taking the photo from my hands. 

“I never knew why they took me that day, it all seemed so strange. But it was, it was all so strange because it was a set up. She planned it right from the moment he set her free. Despite both of us being guilty for that night we took our revenge to far she had always blamed me. She set me up!” My voice more dominant then ever as I turned to face hunter. 

“I understand you cannot pull her from the match now, but you have to see this was all a set up! The idiot she is must of thought the photos being such a poor condition you wouldn’t of taken notice of her in the van when you could clearly see me. I deserve to be in this match, I deserve to fight for that Championship! HUNTER PLEASE!” I was begging him at this point. 

Triple H turned his head to the monitor as Samantha Irvin’s voice rang through the arena once more. 

“Dexter Lumis and Finn Balor have both been eliminated in a double pin!” Samantha sounded panicked as the referee had opened the door to the cage and Finn and Dexter had come out still swinging for each other after managing to get each other in a double shoulder down pin. Neither preparing to stop the fight they were still going until they were pulled apart by security and Dominik who was quick to check on Finn. He led him over to their opposing side of the cage as Rhea rushed to put her hand through the grate to Dom. She looked exhausted and Damian was clearly running on fumes now too. 

“HUNTER. PLEASE!” I threw my hands up to the screens as Liv was setting up her finisher.

Hunter said nothing, he simply reached over and flicked a switch on the keyboard. He nodded his head to me as my music drowned out the stadium and the crowd erupted into complete chaos. 

The lighting scheme changed to full on Judgement Day colors, flashing LED’s and stream spot lights illuminated the runway as I appeared at the top of the ramp. 

Inside the first cage remained Damian & Rhea vs Rowan and Uncle Howdy, meanwhile Nikki Cross and Liv Morgan were battling with what they had left in the second cell. 

Dom and Finn leapt up at the sound of my music, grappling the side of the cell and shouting at the top of their lungs as I ran at full speed down to the ring, the referee opening the cage door and allowing me entry. 

Locking eyes with Liv Morgan she grinned evily and hit her finisher on the witch, pushing her out of the way and to the floor below. 

And so there we stood. 

“We were friends Liv, we were family. How fast you were to sell me out...” I spoke.

“I didn’t sell you out… I bought in to a new way. You were weak, we could have finished that scumbag off for what she did to you. But no… Y/W/N always breaks, you were to soft.” Liv’s voice was full of spite.

“I wasn’t soft Liv, what we did was wrong. He taught me that, but it seems you never took his lessons to heart. A firefly always….” I tried to reason but she cut me off. 

“SCREW THE FIREFLIES!” Liv lashed out grabbing my hair and the fight began. Blow after blow, swing after swing, punch after punch. 

The crowd erupted and their chants could be heard the other end of the city. 

“Y/W/N! Y/W/N! Y/W/N! Y/W/N!”  

We tore each other apart in that ring, destroying every last piece of who we were and what we wanted to be. Nothing was off limit, and we knew it. Kendo sticks, fire extinguishers, chairs, tables and more. To the point of two broken women standing in front of each other, blood dripping and bruises across every part of the skin. The fans loved it, but they had no idea we were both prepared to destroy each other to secure victory. 

Rhea and Damian had Howdy and Rowan on their knees as they both set up for their finishers, taking a quick peek over to my match before sending these two scoundrels back to where they came from. 

“RIPTIDE! SOUTH OF HEAVEN! RIPTIDE! SOUTH OF HEAVEN!” The announcement desk was going wild, unable to comprehend the absolute madness of this match. 

“1……2…….3!!!!” THE CROWD CHANTED AND CHEERED! 

“Erik Rowan and Uncle Howdy have been eliminated! The Judgment Day win the first battle of Hell in a Cell!” Samantha Irwin announced, cheering as she did. 

Finn and Dom ran around to the side of the cell I was fighting in, Nikki cross was out for the count on the floor of the cage while Liv had me up against the ropes. My vision starting to blur as she laid her fist into my face repeatedly before getting off and picking up the Kendo stick by her feet. She swung it into my ribs again and again and again, Blasting any remaining air from my lungs. 

Liv then threw the stick to the side and turned to celebrate to the crowd, preparing her run up to the ropes for the final Oblivion. 

“Y/N! Y/N!” I could hear Finn’s voice coming from behind me. Turning my head I could just make out his silhouette. 

“Come on lass, you can do it!” Finn shouted, over the sounds of the crowd. 

“Come on my girl! Finish this!” Dom yelled. 

From my right I could hear two gentle voices calling out, trying to ground me back into reality. 

“Mi Vida, Mi Vida! Por favor, listen to me! You can do this!” Damian’s voice was gentle and full of love. 

“Bunny, you are our champion already, no you need to be theirs!” Rhea was right. 

I dragged myself back to my feet, Liv racing towards me and without a seconds thought I lept onto the rope before catching her off guard. 

“Y/W/N/F! Y/W/N/F! MORGANS DOWN MORGANS DOWN!” The announcement team went wild as I found myself laying next to Liv, she was out and I could see it. 

“PIN HER LASS! PIN HER!!” Finn screamed as I reached out, dragging my broken body towards the bitch, falling flat on top of her. 

1!!!!

2!!!!!

3!!!!!

The entire stadium flew into a chaotic celebration, with screams, cheers, chants and more! Confetti cannons blasted off down the entire ramp runway and fireworks set off, filling the night sky above. 

“She’s done it! Y/W/N has done it! We have a new champion! We have a new champion!” 

The referee unlocked the cage door and Finn, Dom, Damian and Rhea came bounding through tackling me to the ground. Their smiles, cuddles and kisses were almost enough to block any pain signals my body was sending, instead a flood of emotion took me out in waves as Damian hoisted me up onto his shoulders, parading me around the ring. 

Rhea was quick to take Liv Morgan by the scruff of the hair and send her headfirst out of the cell, dusting her hands off and turning away. 

“Get out of here, Puta!” Rhea’s accent had such a way when she spoke Spanish, I could feel my inner core heating up and Damian knew it. He bent down and Dom helped me off, grinning and planting a soft kiss on my lips. 

Finn came over, kneeling down in front of me and held out the ‘Women’s World Championship’ belt. 

“You did it Lass, our champion” he smiled, standing and pinning the belt around my waist. 

Finn put his arm around my neck, waving the others over to join us. 

There we stood, a full family hug in the light of the full moon under the glow of a million fireworks and the love of a million adoring fans. 

But no love as true, no love as strong… as theirs. 

“I made you a promise Y/N, you are a champion. Our champion…” Finn smiled, “Now, bring on those distractions!” 

I did it. 

I was their champion. 

‘To get over the past, 

You first have to accept that the past is over. 

No matter how many times you revisit it, analyze it, regret it, or sweat it, it’s over. 

It can hurt you no more’ – Mandy Hale

The End. 

[jackiehicks]

‘Best Kept Secret’

Wyatt Lykensen x Reader

request: wyatt x wells!reader with a secret relationship? they're just always sneaking away from friends during school to meet up.

A/N: my first request and it’s a wyatt x reader?? the stars literally aligned for me on this. i hope you guys like it!! this is set after the events of zombies 2 for timeline reasons. don’t get sick of wyatt just yet though, there might be some more content coming your way…

words: 1.6k

content warning: light swearing

y/n smiled at her phone and sighed. she had been dating wyatt for a few months now, but they had decided to keep it secret due to the fact that she was human and he was a werewolf. she knew seabrook was integrated now and the human/zombie/werewolf student body was becoming more familiar by the day, but it was just easier to keep her relationship with wyatt a secret.

she didn’t really know why they kept hush about it. perhaps it was so the two of them would be somewhat left alone by bucky and his aceys who found every opportunity to say something snide and cruel about y/n and her friends. maybe it was the fear of wyatt being shunned by his wolf pack - this was the first time a wolf and a human had started a relationship in well over a century. maybe it was the judgement she would get from her family.

to cut a long story short, y/n was burdened with the surname ‘wells’. not only was her mother the mayor and her father a well-respected zombie patrolman, but she was the twin sister of star cheerleader and monster-activism trailblazer addison wells.

it’s not that addison and y/n didn’t get along, they had been best friends since the day they were born - they practically came out of the womb holding hands - it’s just that y/n had seen everything that addison had gone through last year with her zombie boyfriend zed, and she did not want that for herself and wyatt. zombies were one thing, but werewolves were still a whole other story in seabrook.

on top of all that, y/n was simply never as popular as addison. she always felt like an outsider. where addison hid her natural hair with a blonde wig, y/n always wore her white locks proudly and defiantly. this got her in a lot of trouble with her parents and the school (seriously, being dress-coded for having naturally white hair was a joke) but she didn’t care. she wasn’t like all the other kids at seabrook, why try to fit in?

that’s how y/n and wyatt met, actually. y/n noticed how all of the wolves had streaks of white in their hair, and she was curious. maybe this was why she felt as though she was different from the others? she talked to wyatt about it, learned some interesting things about wolves, learned some interesting things about wyatt, and shared some interesting things about herself. the rest, as they say, is history.

so, y/n and wyatt were seabrook’s best kept secret. when they weren’t miserably hiding their relationship, it was sort of fun. y/n liked the danger of sneaking around with her “scary” boyfriend, and the thought of doing so was more than appealing as she stared down at her chemistry textbook on the table.

she closed the book and picked it up, making her way out of the library, when all of a sudden she felt a hand on her arm and was being pulled round the corner. she yelped just as she came face to face with her boyfriend.

“miss me?”

“wyatt, you frightened me!” she smacked him playfully on the arm.

“come on, i’ll walk you to your locker. you’re not gonna need any books next period.” he grinned as the two of them walked down the hall.

y/n placed the chemistry textbook in her locker as wyatt leaned nonchalant on the lockers next to her.

“where are we even going for our… free period?” he asked in a hushed voice. she smirked at him and shook her head. the halls were completely empty, everyone was already in their next classes.

“this was your idea, honey. i figured you would have a plan.”

“when do i ever have a plan for anything? you’ve been at this school far longer than i have, surely you know some good hiding spots.”

“i don’t know if you remember this, but i’m a wells. i have to be on my best behaviour at all times.”

“god, that’s pitiful. thank god you have me, you’d be so bored otherwise.”

y/n closed her locker and kissed wyatt on the cheek.

“thank god indeed. come on, i think the football field is unoccupied this period.” she grabbed wyatt’s hand as she started to run towards the school’s exit. he laughed loudly as he ran with her, and she shushed him.

y/n and wyatt sat on the bleachers, looking out over the seabrook football field. it was a warm day, as it usually was in their perfect town. wyatt and y/n enjoyed deep conversations in moments like this, no one around them to interrupt them, simply sitting and chatting. wyatt had his fingers interlocked with y/n’s as they spoke.

“you’d think the school would be more monster-friendly” wyatt sighed.

“yeah, i mean eliza was campaigning for zombie language classes which would have been dope, but there’s not much accommodation for zombies outside of what zed’s presidential campaign was going for.”

“and for werewolves… shit, people still won’t look us in the eye half the time.”

y/n smiled softly and squeezed wyatt’s hand. he leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.

“sometimes i think you’re the only one outside of the pack who understands me, sweetheart.” he said. he was only inches away from y/n’s face, it would be so easy to just grab his cheeks and kiss him. so that’s exactly what she did.

y/n’s hands gripped wyatt’s face firmly and she kissed him square on the mouth - only briefly, but it left them both grinning. wyatt returned the favour, kissing her with such force that almost knocked y/n backwards. they laughed against each other’s lips until wyatt pulled away. he had a concerned look on his face, and y/n immediately worried.

“wy, what’s up?”

“not to panic you or anything, but i got a scent.”

“oh god, what is it?”

“smells like jock.”

“oh shit” y/n exclaimed, looking at her phone. there was 5 minutes left of their ‘free period’ and she had totally forgot that the football players and cheerleading squad start their practises early. this wouldn’t be much of an emergency, except for the fact that y/n’s sister was on the cheer team.

“we need to hide, right? if addison or zed sees us-“

wyatt finished her sentence for her. “we won’t be much of a secret anymore, i know. come on, let’s go.”

they made their way down the steps of the bleachers as fast as they could - why the hell did they sit all the way at the top?! - and began to make their way around the corner of the field when they saw the football team and cheer squad about to turn the same corner, with addison and zed leading the crowd.

“under the bleachers!” y/n whisper-shouted and grabbed wyatt’s hand, running to hide under the metal bleachers from her sister’s line of sight. the two were out of breath, quietly laughing with relief.

“you’re almost too good at this ‘keeping secrets’ thing, you know that?” wyatt asked, wrapping his arms around y/n’s waist. she put her arms on his shoulders and began fussing with the soft hair on the nape of his neck.

“oh please, this is a team effort.”

wyatt hummed in agreement as he leaned in for another kiss, but the two were interrupted by the sound of a throat clearing.

“you guys good under there?” zed grinned. addison was standing next to him, trying to hide her smile.

“i don’t know what shocks me more: the fact that you hid your boyfriend from us, or the fact that you skipped class, y/n.” she laughed.

“please don’t tell mom and dad.”

“about your truancy or your secret werewolf boyfriend?” zed interjected. y/n scowled at him.

“if you don’t want me to, i won’t.” addison reassured her. y/n breathed a sigh of relief.

“thank you.”

zed sauntered over to wyatt, putting him in a headlock.

“skipping class, huh? remember what i said about doing it like the zombies do?”

wyatt smacked his arm playfully. “yeah, right. like no zombie has ever cut class before.”

“we follow rules here at seabrook. come on, furball, can’t be missing two classes in a row.”

wyatt sighed as zed let him out of the headlock. he was still getting used to being so buddy-buddy with people outside of the pack, and zed really could be extra sometimes.

“he’s right, actually,” wyatt said to y/n, “we probably should get to our next classes. don’t wanna get caught by anyone else.”

“yeah, you’re right. you go ahead, i’ll catch up.”

wyatt winked at his girlfriend before he began to walk away. y/n turned to her sister, engulfing her in a hug.

“i’m so sorry i didn’t tell you, addy. you have no idea how badly i wanted to. we were just worried what everyone would think. wyatt hasn’t even told his sister either and she’s the alpha werewolf and she’s, like, actually scary.” y/n blabbered, squeezing addison tight. addison laughed.

“sis, it’s okay. i was nervous to tell you about zed and i when we first started dating. don’t stress.”

“ugh, i love you. i really should go though, i don’t wanna be late and i know for a fact wyatt is waiting for me a few feet away.”

addison untangled herself from her sister’s tight squeeze of a hug.

“i love you too, now go!” she spun y/n around by her shoulders and gave her a shove. y/n waved goodbye before she jogged to catch up with wyatt.

zed wiped a fake tear from his eye, “ah, young love.”

“come on, casanova, you’ve got football practise.”

[iluvchick3nz]

I feel like all my asks are leo centric I’m sorry 🥲🥲 I JUST LOVE HIM! Anyway I’ve always been fascinated with the gray streak in Leo’s hair and the scar on his head if you think you can write anything about that!

No apologies necessary. Leo Knut deserves to be loved like that! O'Hara and Tremblay are the presidents of the Sunshine Fan Club after all.

Have some contemplative Dad Wyatt, some snarky Eloise, and (as usual) some Leo-obsessed FinnLo!

All credits to @lumosinlove !!

Leo was an active 5-year-old. In many ways, Wyatt was grateful for that. He was always willing to go for a swim, a walk with Eloise, skating at the rink, basketball in the park. He was an easy-going kid, too; he wasn’t fussy, was very polite, friendly and a bit shy. All in all, Wyatt counted himself lucky to have such a wonderful son, such a wonderful wife, such a wonderful life.

This day, however, was testing his patience. 

“Leo, honey,” Eloise was saying, a bit exapserated. She had driven them out to a cove on their motorboat and was sat on the high stool near the wheel. “Please be careful near the windshield, I don’t want you to hit your head.”

Wyatt could tell Leo was also exasperated, but he nodded anyways. “Yes, mama.”

She leaned down to frame his head with her hands and kissed his blonde curls. “I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“But it’s easier to grip there if I move the ladder!”

Eloise sighed and looked over at Wyatt. “Then have your daddy and I help you on further down the side, okay? Please? Just until you’re older and your arms are longer.”

Leo bit his lip. Even as a young boy, Leo was very careful with his words, just like his father. Wyatt smiled at him and nodded encouragingly. 

“Okay,” Leo said. “I’m sorry, mama.”

“Don’t be sorry, baby,” she replied gently. “Why don’t you hop back in, huh? Then we’ll go back home. Daddy’s going to grill some steak.”

Wyatt sat up. “You wanna help me bud? I’ll teach you how to use the grill. We can make the steak sauce together, too.”

Leo nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah!” He scurried to the ledge, stood with one foot up, and yelled as he jumped off into the water. 

Eloise laughed and came to sit on Wyatt’s lap in the shade of the canopy. “You know, we’ll make a chef out of him, yet.”

Wyatt rubbed a hand up and down her thigh. “Or an athlete. He’s got enough energy for an entire army.”

“Eats enough for one, too, my Lord.” Eloise blew out air through her cheeks. “He’s going to cost us a fortune in food when he’s older.”

Wyatt just took her cheek in his hands. “Hey,” he said. She turned and smiled at him, leaning in for a kiss. “We did good.”

“Yes.” Eloise’s teeth were white against her tan skin, her blonde curls, exactly like their son's, bobbing as she nodded. “We did.” She pressed their foreheads together. “He’s a very special boy, our Leo.”

Before Wyatt could agree, Leo was calling out for them.

“Mama, daddy! There is this huge plant that’s growing from the bottom, come-” 

There was a clunk, and a cry, and then Eloise was looking up abruptly and pulling out of Wyatt’s arms, rushing over to where Leo was lying on the floor of the boat. There was blood, stark on the white paint of the material, and Leo was curled up and whimpering. Eloise jerked her head to Wyatt. “Get me the First Aid Kit! We gotta go back to shore.” She hushed Leo gently, elevating his head in her arms while Wyatt scrambled for their emergency bag. “Sh, sh, baby it’s okay. Mama’s got you, sweetheart, you’ll be just fine.” She placed a kiss right beside the cut just as Wyatt kneeled down beside them. “The gauze please, Wy.”

Wyatt didn’t know how his wife was so calm, cool, and collected while he was inwardly freaking out. His hands shook as he opened the case, pulling out a roll of the white fabric and handing it to his wife. She thanked him, holding Leo in the crook of her elbow with one arm to press the material to her son’s head. When Wyatt still didn’t move, she turned to him. 

“Wyatt, to the shore. If we need to go to the hospital, we need to be on land.”

Wyatt scrambled up. “Right. Right, okay.” He took the key from the seat and turned on the motor, muttering to himself. “Right, the shore. The land, then the hospital.”

And with Leo’s whimpers as their background music, he turned them towards the boat launch.

***

“When did it start going gray like this, Le?”

Leo looked up at Finn and then to his father with questioning eyes. “I don’t know. Dad?”

Wyatt walked over to find Leo and his boys sat on the couch in their living room, where Eloise had once again brought out a photo album for them to peruse. The particular photo they were looking at was Leo in the hospital after he’d banged his head. He’d gotten a few staples, the scar not incredibly visible now due to the sheer quantity of hair he had, and the photo showed him with a bandage wrapped around his head and smiling with a lollipop in his mouth. Eloise was sat beside him, laughing, and stroking his hair back from his face. 

“I don’t know,” Wyatt answered. “Not for a couple of weeks.” He chuckled softly. “I remember when you first noticed it. You got really freaked out that you’d been possessed or something.”

Leo rolled his eyes and blushed when Finn laughed. “Did a New Orleans monster of the deep possess you, baby?”

Wyatt smiled fondly. “Let’s just say he had an active imagination.”

Logan reached up to play with the gray strands. Wyatt couldn’t count the number of times he had done the exact same thing during Leo’s childhood. It jolted his heart, still, to see someone newer doing that to Leo. Finn and Logan were gentle with him in a way not many other people were. Mostly, people tended to look over Leo, or used his sweet disposition to their advantage- Wyatt didn’t know all of the details of his high school relationship, but he knew that Leo was treated unfairly. He and Eloise had noticed him retreating in on himself, and they were slightly worried when he’d gone off to the NHL, alone and newly out to them. But then he’d call them and talk about his roommates, at home and on the road, smiling and laughing and with a twinkle in his eyes that had Eloise and Wyatt exchanging knowing looks. It hadn’t been the plan, their Leo dating two of his teammates, but though it was a surprise, it was also a joyful revelation. He smiled more easily now, laughed harder than he ever had anywhere else, except for maybe in their home. And he was obviously in love and committed for the long haul. Wyatt remembered that exact feeling when he’d brought Eloise home for the first time to his parents. They were out in the country, a typical Cajun household, and were overjoyed that Eloise wanted to know them, to cook with them, to speak French with them. He remembered feeling so in love the first time she’d gone fishing with him and his father, prepared crab with his mother and older brother. He felt proud of Leo for finding that love, even if it was in an unlikely place.

“I think it suits you, soleil,” Logan said, interrupting Wyatt’s musings. “It’s like a ray of sunshine.”

“Yeah!” Finn agreed. “Sunshine for our sunshine.”

Leo was blushing really hard now. “Guys stop that.”

“Don’t you dare,” came Eloise’s voice. She came in from the kitchen with a plate of butterscotch cookies, and Logan’s eyes widened in excitement as she set the it down. She took Leo’s head in her hands, just as she had the day he’d fallen on the boat, and every day before that, and every day since, and kissed him hard where the gray streaks grew from his temple. “Don’t you let them stop, you hear me, sweetheart?” She patted his head. “And please still be careful near the windshield.”

“Mama, I’m six foot three, I can get on the boat now.”

Eloise smiled mischievously. “Well, then make sure Logan is careful near the windshield.”

Logan choked slightly on the cookie in his mouth as Finn burst out into laughter, his entire body shaking. “Oh man, Eloise. You should hang out in the locker room more often, the boys would get a kick out of you.” He reached across Leo’s body to scuff Logan’s head. “Way to take him down a notch.”

That made Leo laugh and turn to look delightedly at Logan. “That’s what Kasey said to me the first time I made fun of your height in the locker room.”

Logan rolled his eyes so hard Wyatt thought they might permanently stay back in his skull. “Va te faire.”

“Language, Tremblay,” Finn scolded.

Eloise tisked. “Oh, we’ve heard it all, don’t you worry. We’re a hockey family.” She turned her raised eyebrows to Leo. “But Leo knows not to repeat those words.”

Leo’s mouth hung open in surprise, which set both Finn and Logan off into laughter once more. “Mama, I’m twenty-two-”

“And you will use appropriate language in this household, I don’t care what your boyfriends do.”

“What? How is that fair? Dad swears all the time-”

“Leo.”

Wyatt knew she was just teasing, but he still couldn’t help but be amused at Leo’s narrowed eyes. “Sorry, mama.”

Eloise nodded. “Very good.” She clapped her hands and wrapped her arms around Wyatt’s waist. “Now, how about we have some cookies and then we go for a boat ride, hm? All this talk makes me want to get on the water.”

“Ouais, sounds good,” Logan said, swallowing what must have been his third cookie. He and Finn both gazed up at Leo adoringly. “Will you drive the boat?”

“If you want, sweetheart sure,” Leo replied. He pressed a kiss to Logan’s forehead. “Since I’ve got older I’ve basically become a chauffeur.” 

“A very handsome chauffeur,” Finn corrected. He gently brushed the gray tuft of hair. “Very handsome.”

As the boys continued talking, Eloise nudged Wyatt’s hips. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and turned to look at her.

“We did good,” she said in soft French. “We did so good.”

Wyatt pressed their temples together and kissed her lightly. They both turned to look at their son, who had an arm around each of his boyfriends, Finn with a hand on his thigh and Logan with his on Leo’s chest. They were laughing, and Leo’s gray hair bounced with the shake of his body. Wyatt smiled. “Ouais. We did good.”

[gaysindistress]

When Night Comes - ten

Summary: Who would win in a staring contest? New York’s resident mob boss and master of the side eye Bucky Barnes or the daycare teacher who really wants to go home and smoke?

pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader

warnings: mob!Bucky, cursing, major character death mentions

word count: 2.3k

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disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on Google/Pinterest

Wyatt, the sweet boy, is playing with her mother’s hand when the car pulls up to the jet. Peggy slides her phone into her pocket as Steve puts it in park and rushes to engulf them in a hug. Too close of a call is how he might describe the events at Sunny’s apartment. When Sunny gets out, Wyatt wiggles out of his parent’s arms and tackles her with the strongest hug he can muster. 

“Ms. Sunny, Mommy said you were coming with us on a trip!” She forces a smile when she confirms, “It’s going to be so much fun, bubby.”

Bucky walks behind her and gently grabs ahold of her arm to walk her toward the jet. For the sake of Wyatt, she doesn’t try to pull her arm away and lets him guide her. The boy runs back to his parents and they all climb the stairs to the jet. Yelena is the last one to board with a redhead woman in tow. They’re talking to each other in hushed tones and grow even quieter when they see that Sunny is watching them through hooded eyes. 

Bucky leads her to the seat towards the back and sits next to her. Yelena and the other woman sit across from them while the Rogers take their seats in front. Wyatt tries to get a look at all of them but is quickly buckled up by his mother. 

“Any word on Alix’s whereabouts?” Bucky asks the two women.

The redhead speaks, “She got into a car with Juliette and head east but after four miles, we lose sight of them. All of their known hideouts within a 20-mile radius are clear but Wanda and Peter are still searching.”

“And Jessica?”

She grimaces at the name, “DOA.”

Sunny chokes and covers her mouth so that the sobs are muffled. Wyatt asks Peggy why she’s crying but she quiets hum. Yelena gives her a sad look and goes to offer her hand which the redhead blocks with a shake of her head. Bucky is closest to her and therefore should be the one to comfort her. He takes her free hand in his and gives it a light squeeze. Rather than dropping it like he expected, Sunny grips it back and turns to face the window. 

Her brother laying dead in her arms flashes across her mind and she snaps her eyes shut to will away the painful memories but it doesn’t work. The sirens and EMT chatter fill her senses as she processes that her best friend was not only working with her ex but is now dead. Sunny didn’t even get a chance to come to terms with the betrayal but it doesn’t matter because Jessica’s gone now. The one constant in her life since leaving California no matter how fake it was, is gone now and she’s left with a team of supernatural creatures to protect her. Any shred of hope for normalcy is gone now and the lack of warmth in Bucky’s hand is too harsh of a reminder of that but she can’t let it go. Even if he is the last person she would want to support her, he’s all she has now. 

“Yelena,” the redhead, Natasha,  says to Yelena, and jerks her head to the side, “Let’s give them space.”

She agrees and they move to join the Rogers. The jet begins its take-off sequence and Sunny continues to grip Bucky’s hand while watching her life disappear once again. 

Fresno to New York and now to Bucharest. 

Tall grand buildings line the narrow roadways and echo the history that the city has seen. The moon shrouds the city in an ominous light as a few people scurry to get inside before midnight. Only a brave handful wait for the old black car slowly cruising down the cobblestone road and whisper amongst themselves. As the years have passed fewer and fewer people know who this car belongs to but the elders are still painfully aware of its owners. When the driver makes eye contact with the brave onlookers, they give a brief nod and rush inside. 

Sunny had yet to speak and refused to look away from the window to watch the city around her. She’s not holding Bucky’s hand anymore but is practically glued to his side. He, Yelena, Natasha, and Steve are all speaking to each other in another language, no doubt talking about Alix and her whereabouts. 

“Unde naiba ar fi putut să plece?” Where the fuck could she have gone? Bucky says in a low tone, gripping his hands together tightly to calm himself. 

“Crezi că știe unde suntem?” Do you think she knows where we’re at? Natasha offers up. 

Peggy twitches at the thought and shudders but not for the same reason as the others. 

“Cum a putut?” How could she?

“You can speak in English. I already know what you’re talking about,” Sunny mumbles still facing the window. 

Bucky glances over at her before switching back, “Are you sure? I don’t want to upset you.” 

“It’s not like I can’t figure it out from your tones.” 

“I think we’re done talking anyways,” Natasha says, pulling out her phone and typing away. 

Bucky shoots her a harsh look, “We can’t find Alix but we’re safe here. Lycan is banned from Romania so it would be a death sentence if she even tried to come here.” 

“As if that’s stopped her before,” Sunny says in her normal tone now turning to look at Bucky, “you said I would be safe in New York but  Jessica is dead and I’m in Europe against my will.  Can you call that being safe?” 

“I didn’t kidnap you.” 

“That’s what you focus on? Me accusing you of kidnapping me?”

“Well, I didn't so.” 

“Be so fucking for real right now.” 

He gives her a blank unamused stare in place of words. 

She scoffs and rolls her eyes which causes him to do the exact same. The tension grows thick and the only person immune is Wyatt who is fast asleep on his mom’s lap with his head resting on her shoulder. Steve looks back at Bucky to judge his emotional state but the blank look he has pulled across his face gives no indication of what he is feeling. The only thing Steve can gather is that he’s not pissed off enough to lose his cool but that point is coming very quickly. 

“Do me a favor and leave me alone from now on. I’m sick of your shit,” Sunny tells the man who’s been plaguing her every thought for months now. She wants in reality; she wants him in her life and to act like how did at the kickback turned party but she also knows that Bucky is a ghost now. The flirty and carefree Bucky she started to fall for disappeared almost as quickly as he appeared, a thought that tugged at her heart and threatens her emotional state. 

“Fine by me,” he agrees with a level of childishness that makes her want to scoff even more. The large, imposing man is not immune to the pettiness that everyone craves to act on. 

Wyatt makes a small noise akin to a whimper and everyone jumps into protective mode. Peggy shushes him and gently rocks him back to sleep, easing everyone in the car’s worries. Sunny crosses her arms over her chest and looks back to the landscape outside. She might have once been excited to visit Europe but not in this context with these people. A bittersweet memory this will be. 

Peggy quickly puts Wyatt in a bed and checks that he is still asleep as she dials Alix’s number. She gives the room a once over before talking to a very angry Alix. 

“Margaret tell me what’s going on?”

Peggy nervously looks over at her sleeping son, “I’m done. I don’t want to do this anymore.”

“No no, you don’t get to do this to me. Don’t back out now. Remember you wanted this. You FOUND me and asked for my help.”

“You didn’t tell me about Y/N so I think our deal should be called off. You withheld information from me.”

“Says the one who asked me to kill your husband’s best friend. How do you think Steve would feel if he found out?”

“You wouldn’t do that.”

“Really? I think I would,” there’s a pause, “Did you get that witch to hex his gun?”

“Yes but…” “But nothing. Get him to shoot it and follow through with the plan like a good little bitch. It shouldn’t be that hard, he’s a mob boss anyways.”

There’s a click and the dial tone replaces Alix’s voice. Peggy wants to scream and shatter her phone but the sleeping child only feet from her stops her. Instead, she sinks to sit next to him and lays behind him. Cuddling her son, she starts to cry. The years of unhappiness take over and she lets all of her tears flow. She had met Steve in the 40s when she was visiting New York after she graduated high school. Immediately enthralled with his sweet smile and gentle ways, she spent those three weeks running around the city with him. He showed her everything she’d wanted; freedom and unconditional love but it came with a cost. She would have to leave her life behind and join him and Bucky in their business. At the time, she had been blinded by the winds of her first loved and agreed before fully understanding what his conditions meant for her. Peggy refused to go back to England and married Steve the day she was supposed to leave. He swept her off of her feet and brought her to the house they are in now, the Bucharest estate. Then is when she learned the full story of who Steve was and who Bucky was for that matter. She had been horrified and rightfully so. Steve hadn’t told her about their illegal business or their true nature and it came as a massive shock to her system. The only person who provided comfort was Bucky’s wife, Celeste. 

Celeste had been with them since they turned 100 years prior. She had been a vision of heaven and a spitting image of Y/N. The two women were identical down to their smile and laugh. Celeste told Peggy stories of how she fought Bucky for years before finally agreeing to marry him when their love began to blossom. When it came time for Peggy’s turning, Celeste had been right by her side the entire time and walked her through every step of the way. The day Bucky found her body in the river nearby in New York, his screams of agony could be heard for miles. A rival mob had gotten to her and done unspeakable things to her. Peggy felt like it was her fault because the two women had vowed to each other that they would protect each other when their husbands were gone. She had failed Celeste, something Bucky never forgave her for, and ever since, he had given her the cold shoulder. Peggy couldn't take it anymore and turned to the very mob that had taken Celeste to now take out Bucky. 

It had been Alix’s great-grandparents who had murdered Celeste so it only seemed fitting that she be the one now to end Bucky’s life. The emergence of Y/N had complicated things seeing as how much he had changed since meeting her but the plan was too far gone and she couldn’t stop it. 

Peggy had already hammered the final nail in Bucky’s coffin with no way to open it. 

The only remaining picture of his bride had been locked away in his room shortly after she’d died. In his grief, he had all of her pictures and belongings put into her study, permanently locking away any memory of her. One small portrait from their wedding day remained on his bedside table and he all but refused to look at it. Only Steve and Peggy knew of her and what she looked like however that didn’t stop him from pursuing Sunny. Bucky knew it was wrong; chasing after a lookalike in hopes that she would match his Celeste. Imagine his surprise and joy when Sunny did mirror her in every way down to how she pushed him away at first. 

Trying to replicate what they had would not end well for him but he had been assured by witches that Celeste would return to him and here she was. Bucky watches the doppelganger… Sunny walked down the halls of their home, head moving quickly back and forth to take in all that she must have missed. It had been just shy of 80 years since she had been home and he could only imagine the yearning her heart must have been feeling. His heart has ached nonstop since her death and now that she stood only feet from him, it began to slow to a dull throb. Sunny did not love him in the way Celeste had but she would or at least that’s the hope he clung to after all these years. It’s the only option and he would do anything to ensure that she found that love he knew she had for him. 

I love you. Always and forever. 

That had been their promise to each other. Sunny would learn that phrase too and soon would echo it back when he held her at night. 

Just not right now. 

So with a heavy heart, Bucky seals away her feelings and hopes she has the chance to find her way to him. She had to do it on her own without his influence or it wouldn't be true as the witch told him. Sunny’s hand itch to touch the paintings that line the walls and she looks over her shoulder at him in amazement. It crushes him to see the same look that she had when they picked out those paintings but nonetheless, he offers her a half smile and turns his attention anywhere else. 

Always and forever needed to come sooner. 

[rebouks]

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Ashton: Mornin’. Darien: Did Wyatt stay out all night? Ashton: Mmh, apparently. Perhaps he took my advice after all.

Wyatt: [snorts] Don’t flatter yourself. Ashton: But I’m so good at it. Darien: You could have sent a text or-…

Wyatt: Sorry, dad. Ashton: Is it just me, or has the stench of misery lifted somewhat? Darien: Misery doesn’t smell, you sound ridiculous.

Ashton: Whatever. I’d hate to say I told you so, but I’d be lying. Wyatt: Yeah, yeah.. enjoy your victory whilst you can. Ashton: Oh, I will. In fact, I’ll celebrate in the sauna-.. if you’re going to join me, take a shower first.

…

Darien: Where’d you-… Wyatt: We need to leave, like.. now. Darien: Why? What’ve you done?

[Wyatt glances over his shoulder before grabbing Darien fervently by the scruff of his vest. In a hushed tone, he explains all that transpired the previous night]

Darien: But you knew-… Wyatt: I didn’t know, know! Ash always said-.. I’d never thought-.. I don’t know, okay?! Seeing it with my own eyes was just-… Darien: Different, too much, too real..?

Wyatt: I don’t want this anymore, I-.. it’s just one fucked up situation to the next. Darien: No, no.. I get it, and I’m glad; but where are we supposed to-… Wyatt: Not we.

Darien: What? Wyatt: You’re not exactly on the run, not like I am. Darien: I wouldn’t be so sure about that; I’ve done my fair share.

Wyatt: [scoffs] It pales in comparison. Darien: But we’ve stuck together since.. forever. Wyatt: I don’t want to be the one to drag you down.

Darien: You won’t. Wyatt: I might. Darien: You’re not going to turn yourself in, are you?

Wyatt: What’s the point? Darien: [sighs] Let’s get out of here, we’ll figure something out later. Wyatt: I’m not going to change my mind.

Darien: I mean, you say that now… Wyatt: I promise I won’t. You can do me one last favour though; I need a new identity. Darien: There’s nothing wrong with the one you have-.. but I suppose it couldn’t hurt.

[boleynqueenes]

"I have, indeed. But I don't believe the Queen gives much thought to Master Wyatt," Jane opines softly, almost apologetically, "since she hardly ever speaks of him." The conspiratorial hush seems to have loosened her guard, for Mary does not give immediate stinging retort upon the voiced title, but rather appears to contemplate this for several beats. "Well, that is sometimes the way with people," she allows, finally, "although it does not always mean such. My father speaks of those that meant the most to him, the least…of his late mother, of the late Cardinal, God rest them both…and I am certain, of me.' -- Nowe Thus, Chapter 15

[dustedmagazine]

Bonnie “Prince” Billy — Keeping Secrets Will Destroy You (Drag City)

Photo by Urban Wyatt

Will Oldham’s latest album as Bonnie “Prince” Billy has a deceptive simplicity. It is mostly framed in casual, campfire strumming and homespun stringed accents. Its lyrics scan in a predictable, folk-infused manner, following steady rhythms in waltz-time and four-four; they are delivered with wry, unflappable confidentiality, however surreal or fanciful they turn. Keeping Secrets feels like, itself, a bit of a hidden gem, murmured at you rather than shouted, a quiet one but a grower. You might imagine a family gathering, after dinner, playing for the joy of it, a vibe that Oldham captures in his understated single, “Crazy Blue Bells,” when he croons, “Someday when there’s time to sing, a few of us will gather, and raise a voice to anything because everything matters.”

This is not to say that there is anything austere about Keeping Secrets Will Destroy You. On the contrary, these songs bloom like an old-fashioned garden, outwardly modest but wafting heady perfume and color in your direction. “Bananas” is a gentle knock-out, as it buzzes with glorious, dizzying harmonies (Dane Waters sings back-up) and ends with an operatic high note, hushed but also astonishing. “Blood of the Wine” drapes lush folds of string sound over its minor key jitter, skittering jewel-like mandolin trills over Appalachian lament. Oldham benefits from some real skill in his backing band, which includes Sara Louise Callaway on violin, Kendall Carter on keys, Elisabeth Fuchsia on viola and violin, Dave Howard on mandolin, Drew Miller on saxophone and Dane Waters singing.

Of course, Bonnie “Prince” Billy’s casual music get together is better than yours will ever be, because of who he is, a master of whimsy and existential dread and a consummate constructor of metaphor. That’s on the verbal side; he is also quite good at melody. His songs curve and flower in pleasing ways that are not quite unexpected, but not a cliché either. They sound familiar when you hear them first and burn in slowly over multiple hearings.

On the verbal side, I’d give the nod to “Willow, Pine, and Oak,” a gently coruscating examination of human failure, cast in the form of an extended meditation on trees. Here are willows, sucking up all the water, and pines, showy but prickly and oozing resin, and oaks, the best by far, on the basis of strength and constancy. It’s the sort of extended metaphor that is simultaneously exact about its subject and its larger poetical applications, and instead of quoting the words, I urge you to just listen to it once or twice and here how well it does what it does. The melody of this song is lovely, too, with swooning lashes of string sound and the most subliminal kind of harmonies. It is sort of perfect despite the degree of difficulty. If I were a diving judge I’d give it a 10.

For sheer sonic beauty, however, the prize is harder to award, so let’s split it between haunting “Bananas” and more ebullient “Behold! Beheld!,” both quiet and unassuming but full of grace. It’s a gift to be simple. Keeping Secrets is that sort of present.

Jennifer Kelly

[valerileygreen]

I've seen many many people theorizing Gabriel's death, but personally I don't think that will actually happen. It's a theory that comes from him never showing up in any wedding still nor the promo, but we know they're all very cheeky when they want to be and this may well be misdirection. As is the use of the term tragedy in the synopsis, when every other time they killed of someone they used other terms, like emergency.

I think that shit will hit the fan bad but ultimately everyone will make it to the wedding alive. This is mostly my hope and wish I suppose, but I'm basing it on two things:

- Rafa saying the season was going to end on a very high note, which doesn't seem to fit in a death so close to the end, even with a potential time skip since it would be just as close for us audience;

- the experience of all the other lone star finales, which historically feature a big emergency of some sort but everyone is ultimately fine.

As far near death experiences/serious injuries or illnesses go we already have Wyatt, for whom I actually am concerned, and Robert. In Robert's case I think we'll have a confrontation between him and Owen and at some point he'll actually have a crisis of some sort or will attempt suicide, but in the end he would be able to attend the wedding at least (based on the captation of a pic of Chad Lowe in a suit).

What I really hope for is some sort of big emergency happening involving everyone, that spreads them around and puts them in difficult and dangerous situations, maybe even causing injuries. Something that befalls upon them thanks to Owen calling it with the 'perfect moment' thing. Bonus if TK and Carlos are together for an 'impressive guy' or a 'pretty good team' parallel moment.

As for the wedding we're shown in the promo, I can understand why it may seem like a dream, but I'm not sure, it seems a bit too much effort just for it, so many people, the location and costumes. Besides they could have shown it to us instead of anything else because it's the event of the season, everyone knows it's gonna happen and we expect it, and it's what is going to hook us up, but we still know literally nothing of what's going to lead us to it. I think it would make sense to keep all that hushed instead, to keep us guessing and keep the suspense high. It's the best way they have of surprising us.

I'm wondering if there was any truth in the first titles they gave us for these episodes, if that's the case we know what the emergency will be, and the second wedding could be an impromptu one at the hospital between Wyatt and his pregnant girlfriend.

I'm also wondering if there will be something going on between the wedding and the honeymoon to show us both.

Of course I may be completely wrong on everything, but whatever we'll get I'm sure I'll enjoy the finale very much. Let me know your theories if you'd like to share.

[hoursofreading]

Meanwhile Anne, the hidden Queen of England, breaks free from her gentleman companions as she walks through a gallery at Whitehall; she laughs as she breaks into a trot, almost a skip, and they reach out to contain her, as if she is dangerous, but she flings their hands away from her, laughing. ‘Do you know, I have a great longing to eat apples? The king says it means I am having a baby, but I tell him no, no, it can't be that …’ She whirls around, around again. She flushes, tears bounce out of her eyes and seem to fly away from her like the waters of an unregulated fountain. Thomas Wyatt pushes through the crowd. ‘Anne …’ He snatches at her hands, he pulls her towards him. ‘Anne, hush, sweetheart … hush …’ She collapses into hiccupping sobs, folding herself against his shoulder. Wyatt holds her fast; his eyes travel around, as if he had found himself naked in the road, and is looking for some traveller to come along with a garment to cover his shame. Among the bystanders is Chapuys; the ambassador makes a rapid, purposeful exit, his little legs working, a sneer stamped on his face.

Hall, Wolf - Hilary Mantel

[harmonyhealinghub]

The Whispers Beneath the Bridge Shaina Tranquilino October 19, 2024

The bridge had been abandoned for years. Its rusted beams, crumbling concrete, and gnarled vines spoke of decades of neglect. Once, it had been a bustling thoroughfare, a symbol of progress spanning the yawning gorge below. Now it was a place of shadows and unsettling rumours—whispers of people disappearing, their bodies never found, their fates left to speculation. Wyatt didn't believe in ghost stories. He was practical, a man of reason, and the bridge was nothing more than a shortcut to his destination. It had been a long day, and taking the old path would shave a good twenty minutes off his walk home. So, despite the warnings, he stepped onto the bridge at dusk.

The wind was sharp, carrying the faint smell of mildew and decay. His boots clicked against the uneven surface, the sound echoing into the vast emptiness below. He pulled his coat tighter, glancing at the darkening sky. The last remnants of sunlight clung to the horizon, but night was winning.

Halfway across, Wyatt heard it.

A voice.

At first, it was barely more than a breath, a soft, almost inaudible murmur carried by the wind. He paused, frowning, straining to listen. Nothing. Just the wind whistling through the broken metal and rotting planks. He shook his head, scolding himself for letting old stories get under his skin, and kept walking.

Then he heard it again.

Clearer this time. A voice, but not just one—several. Faint and overlapping, like the low hum of a distant crowd. He stopped in his tracks, peering over the side of the bridge into the deep, black void below.

Nothing but shadow.

The voices grew louder, a chorus of whispers rising from beneath him. His heart began to race as the words became distinct, though they were spoken in hushed, urgent tones.

"Help... please..."

"Come back... we’re here..."

"We never left..."

Wyatt's breath caught in his throat. The air grew colder, and he felt a prickling sensation crawl up his spine. He stepped back from the edge, his pulse hammering in his ears. It wasn’t possible. It was just his mind playing tricks on him—wasn’t it?

Then the whispers changed. They were no longer pleading.

They were angry.

"Why did you leave us?"

"Come down…"

"You belong with us."

The voices hissed, overlapping, growing louder, more insistent. Wyatt's legs trembled as he turned to flee. But as soon as he took a step, the bridge beneath him groaned, a deep, sickening creak that reverberated through the bones of the structure.

He froze.

The air around him felt thick, oppressive. The wind had stopped. All that remained was the low, chilling murmur of voices, now so close they seemed to breathe against the back of his neck.

"Join us..."

His feet felt glued to the ground, and his chest tightened with dread. He glanced around, the sky now a blanket of inky blackness. There was no sound except the whispers, rising from the abyss below.

Then something moved.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw them—shadowy figures, just beneath the bridge, shifting and writhing as though trapped between this world and the next. Pale faces, their eyes wide and hollow, stared up at him from the dark. Their mouths moved, but the whispers echoed in his mind more than his ears.

Wyatt stumbled back, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His foot hit a loose plank, and it gave way with a snap, sending splinters into the air. He fell to his knees, his heart slamming against his ribs as the bridge groaned again, louder this time, as if it were waking from a long slumber.

Beneath him, the figures reached out with twisted, skeletal hands. He could feel their cold fingers brushing against his boots, tugging at him, pulling him closer to the edge.

"Stay with us..."

"Don’t leave…"

The whispers were relentless now, a cacophony of desperate voices pulling him into their nightmare. He scrambled to his feet, terror giving him strength, and ran. His footsteps pounded against the bridge, each step echoing louder than the last, as though the bridge itself was trying to hold him back.

The voices screamed after him, furious and hungry.

"Come back!"

"You can't escape us!"

Wyatt didn’t look back. His lungs burned, and his legs ached, but he pushed forward, the end of the bridge in sight. As he reached the last few steps, the air around him seemed to snap, and the whispers cut off abruptly, leaving only silence behind.

He stumbled off the bridge, collapsing onto the ground, gasping for breath. His hands shook, and his heart raced, but the voices were gone. He looked back at the bridge, its rusted skeleton looming in the darkness.

It was quiet now, the wind whispering through the trees as if nothing had happened.

But Wyatt knew better. He had heard them. Felt them. And as he staggered to his feet, he realized something that filled him with a new kind of dread.

The whispers hadn’t come from beneath the bridge.

They had come from within it.

And they were waiting for him to return.

[moonlit-altersummoner]

hi! hope ur day is good so far!

name: will

age: up to u

pronouns: he/ any additional r up to u

Orientation: something queer/mlm and acespec

Role(s): up to u

source: stranger things?

Sign off: the painting emoji! (im too lazy to get the emoji bc im on a laptop but yeah)

likes: art in general, board games, fantasy, the avengers comics, stuffed animals

dislikes: the cold, small quiet spaces, camping, and basketball

front triggers(optional): alt music? or toast and eggs specifically

level 3 is all up to you, though he as a character is definitely transharmed-coded. level 4 is optional but i don't mind if you do or don't.

ty so much! happy timezone!

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰...

"𝓐 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓷!!"

"𝓦𝓱𝓸 𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮?"

“𝔀𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓾𝓹 𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓰𝓸 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵! "

Off you go!...

Name: Wyatt, Willam, Wilder, Wilfred, Wesley, will

Age: 12-17

Pronouns: he/him, it/its, xe/xem, ghost/ghosts/ghostself,hush/hushs

Source: Stranger Things

Front trigger(s): seeing flickering lights, eggs and toast,alt music

Role(s): trauma holder, persecutor, fear holder, gatekeeper, protector

Kins:shadowkin, ghostkin, starseedkin

Type: fictive

Orientation: queer, mlm, grayromantic, acespec

Gender: genderflux, starboy, ghostgender, voidgender

Likes: drawing creepy art, watching old horror movies, exploring abandoned places, playing Dungeons & Dragons, collecting vintage sci-fi books

Dislikes: bullies, being in large crowds, overly bright lights, being misunderstood, loud noises

Interaction: okay to interact close friends , iwc: others

Typing quirk: rANdomLY caPItaLiZEs leTTerS, and sometimes replacEs ‘S’ w1Th ‘5’

TransIDS: permakidnapped,permamanipulated, transSynsexuallyabused,permaSH,permacontrolled,transeyegauge,PermaCultMember,permahated,transRamcoa

CISIDS: CisMassHysteria,CisMissingPerson,CisBpd,CisOcd, PermaCOCSA

Paras: Agonophilia, Anophelorastia,Autassassinophilia, Symphorophilia

Sign off: 🎨

(Feel free to change anything!!)

... 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽...

[kanisema-blog]

Mafia Nanny

Chapter 1: Unexpected Reunion

Entering the grand mansion felt like stepping into a past life I thought I'd left behind. The opulent decor and hushed elegance contrasted sharply with the chaos of my memories. I adjusted my grip on the portfolio of designs, steeling myself for the meeting that could define my career.

I hadn't expected to see him again after all these years. Samuel Park, the name that still haunted my thoughts despite my best efforts to bury it in the recesses of my mind. The last time we crossed paths was in high school, two young souls entangled in a whirlwind romance that burned too brightly, too quickly.

"Ms. Lee, Mr. Park is expecting you in his study," the housekeeper informed me, her voice breaking through my reverie.

"Thank you," I replied softly, my heart fluttering despite my resolve to remain composed.

As I walked down the familiar corridor, memories flooded back—secret meetings, stolen kisses, and promises whispered under the moonlight. But that was a lifetime ago. Now, I was here as a professional, not a lover.

I knocked on the study door, steeling myself as it swung open to reveal Samuel, more rugged and commanding than I remembered, yet the intensity in his eyes remained unchanged.

"Hannah," he said, his voice low and tinged with surprise.

"Samuel," I replied evenly, stepping into the room.

We exchanged pleasantries, masking the undercurrent of tension that crackled between us. His gaze lingered on me, searching for something—perhaps a trace of the girl he once knew, or maybe just curiosity about the woman I had become.

"I didn't expect you to be my son's nanny," Samuel finally remarked, his tone neutral yet hinting at layers of unspoken emotion.

"I needed a job," I answered simply, avoiding his gaze. Wyatt's presence here was a complication I hadn't anticipated. He couldn't know about our history, the tangled web that still bound us despite the years apart.

"We'll keep this professional," Samuel said abruptly, as if reminding himself as much as me.

"Of course," I agreed, relief flooding through me that he shared the same sentiment.

The meeting continued with businesslike efficiency, discussing Wyatt's schedule and my responsibilities. I kept my focus on the details, suppressing the memories threatening to surface.

As I left the study, I couldn't shake the feeling that this reunion was just the beginning of a chapter I had thought closed long ago.

[bekturan]

location: Covington's 12th Annual Valentine Date Night Auction

status: closed for @calebrhcdes

Did she confront him? Did she stick to the fringes and hide? Twenty minutes after her own official bidding came to an end Bek still wasn't sure what to do about Caleb.

Which tracked, considering she hadn't figured out what the hell to do about Caleb since the moment she saw him again.

As if him being here, in Covington, wasn't bad enough he had to show up and do this. Play games with her head like this. Hadn't the way he left been enough? She was seething and shaking, agonized and half tempted to just leave.

Except there was Wyatt. Someone who she'd expected to bid on her even less, but had just dropped almost two grand in the name of winning her date.

Staying it was, then.

Which meant she needed to bite the bullet and get this over with, because if she had to sit there while he sat there, little more than a few tables and hushed conversations between them—

Slim fingers gripped just above Caleb's elbow while she gave a gentle, abeit insistent tug toward the nearest hallway. "Can we talk. Please." Except it wasn't a question. Or optional, apparently.

Once they were far enough out of sight she whirled, facing her ex completely. "What are you playing at?" That little bid war he'd gotten into with Gabe. The one he initiated, then abandoned just as swiftly. As if she needed a reminder of how much (or how little) he actually wanted her.

"I've left you alone. For a year I've left you alone, let you live your life. So why—" That was it, actually. Just why.