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Always There - Marcel Barthel x Reader

Figured I’d get the Marcel one out of my way while I could. I’ve been having some German feels for a while (who can blame me though? )

I do apologize now for any INCORRECT translations. I do NOT know German well enough, I know about 5-6 words and that’s it. (Yes, No, Hello, Love, Ambulance and Hospital. The necessities) 

Y/N = Your name

If you don’t like Ember Moon, Kacy or Kayden, feel free to think up your own NXT roommate situation for a TakeOver event. That’s where I thought this would be at -shrug- 

EDITED IN: Original Tag List @starwithaheart​ @shedevill22 @amourseculier @regalbanshee​ 

Tagging those who Requested Marcel!  @barthelsimperium

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Letting out a deep breath, I glanced over at the digital clock next to the bed I was sharing with Ember. The red light read 3:29. Frowning, I looked at my other two roommates, Kacey and Kayden, who were also fast asleep much like Ember.

“So unfair…” I sighed.

This was now night three of no sleep. I knew I had to do something—if it kept going, Hunter was bound to realize, and not only that I could accidentally hurt someone in the ring. What could I do though?

Back home, I’d get up and make myself busy—but I didn’t want to wake up my friends.

Friends…

“Just find me, liebe. I don’t care what the time is!”

Marcel’s words came crashing into my fore-thought, causing me to purse my lips. I couldn’t actually just stroll to his room and wake him up at this ungodly hour… could I? Ember would never let me live it down, if she found out I went to his room this late at night. She’s the only one I have ever told my feelings towards. The only one who knew I loved Marcel, my impeccable German.

On screen, he was cold, cunning, methodical and egotistical. Behind the screen though? Marcel Barthel was the funniest, kindest and most considerate guy I had ever known. Our friendship had started out a bit oddly, as somehow his suitcase had ended up in the women’s locker room and I, of course, was the one to return it to him. He was clearly confused and embarrassed, but thankful all the same. I had cracked a joke that if he wanted to spend time with me all he had to do was ask—and upon hearing the chuckle from Fabian, I quickly excused myself in embarrassment, barely hearing Marcel speak to Fabian as I left.

“Lach nicht uber sie!”  ((ts: Don’t laugh at them))

Later that night, Marcel had found me backstage, quickly taking a seat beside me and leaning back slightly.

“You said if I wanted to spend time, all I need to do was ask,” he explained, causing me to go red from embarrassment.

“I-it was a joke… You don’t have to—”

“You may have been joking, but I’m not, Kleiner.”  ((ts: little one)) 

“I…. have no idea what that means.”

He only laughed in response, shaking his head slightly, promising me,” I’ll teach you some words.”

I smiled at the memory, before glancing a risk at the clock once more.

3:36

Fuck it, I decided. Carefully as I could, I pushed back the covers and climbed out of the warm cocoon I had made. Grabbing my wallet on the way by the tv stand, I tiptoed to the door and as quietly as I could, opened the door and snuck out, closing it with a soft click behind me. Gnawing on my bottom lip as I walked up the steps to the floor above, I thought about how close Marcel was to me—how close in my heart he always was.

Holidays, bright and early (even despite time zone differences) we’d be the first to wish one another a happy holiday; happy birthday—new years. When we’d both be at an event, we’d seek the other one out.

Marcel hadn’t taught me the translation for liebe yet, but since he was always calling me it, I had decided to ask Fabian one night, when Marcel was off getting something to drink.

“Heh, I don’t think I should be the one to tell you, Principessa.”  ((ts: Princess))

“Oh, come on—please? If you don’t I’ll just look it up online. C’mon Fabian, please?”

“Alright, alright—love,” Fabian answered, his eyes going over my shoulder for a second, before his voice lowered,” Liebe means love.”

Love.

Did it mean Marcel loved me the same way I did him? Probably not.

But it still made me feel happy, like I mattered to at least someone. Coming to a stop at room 329, I took a deep breath and knocked lightly on the door.

Five seconds.

Ten seconds.

Twenty-five seconds.

Nothing.

Swallowing the lump in my throat and fighting the urge to just go back downstairs to my own room, I tentatively knocked once again, two short, soft bumps on the door.

Five seconds.

Ten—

The door opened slowly, catching me by surprise as I looked up from the floor. There before me stood a hooded-eyed, bed-headed Marcel, and I felt my breath catch in my throat. When he realized who it was, he seemed to wake up a bit.

“Liebe? Is everything In Ordnung?”    ((ts: alright))

“Uh, yeah. No. It’s fine…. Uh… I just… you said to…” Everything I said was coming out jumbled, and I could see Marcel trying to make sense of it all,” Sorry I bothered you this late—I’ll just—sorry, go back to sleep—” I turned to walk away, but stopped short when I heard his voice call my name.

“Y/N.”

“I’m sorry, please, just—go back—”

“Hör auf, dich zu entschuldigen!” I heard Marcel snap, before his voice softened,” Komm schon, come.”   ((ts: Stop apologizing / come on))

With uncertain steps, I slowly walked back over to his open door, shivers running down my spine when I felt his hand gently rest on my back, ushering me in at my own pace.

“Couldn’t sleep?” Marcel asked as he closed the door behind us.

I shook my head, unsure if he could even see it in the darkness of the room,” Sorry, I just—”

“Liebe—stop saying sorry.”

Without needing to see him, I knew there was a frown on his face.

“Sor–…..”

In the darkness, I heard him give a small sigh, before suddenly, I felt his arms wrap around me and pull me close to him,” I told you, you can come to me at times like this. There’s no need to apologize for it.”

“It’s just… it’s so late—or… early—I didn’t want to wake you up…”

“Don’t worry about that, okay? Come, make yourself comfortable.”

I felt his hand gently take my own and lead me towards the bed.

“W—what about Fabian? Will he—”

“Don’t worry about him, liebe,” Marcel gave a soft chuckle,” He’s a deep sleeper.” His hand left mine, and I could hear him get back into his bed.

Do I?

Don’t I?

“You won’t have a chance to get any sleep standing there, come on.” I heard him pat the space beside him and I was beyond grateful for the darkness in the room- otherwise he would be able to see how red my face was right now. Slowly, I peeled back the covers on the empty side and slid underneath, careful to not touch Marcel in anyway- which he must have noticed.

“I don’t bite, liebe.”

“Why do you call me that?” I blurted out before I could stop myself. I had to know—needed to know. Marcel grew quiet for a few moments and I feared he wouldn’t answer me, until I felt his hand gently creep over mine once more and slowly pull me towards him. Wordlessly, I felt him softly pull me as close to his body as possible, laying right beside him, my head on his bare chest.

“Because… Du bedeute mir die Welt…I love you…” I could hear the uncertainty and the hope in his statement, and I couldn’t help the smile the slowly grew on my face,” We’ll talk more tomorrow, liebe. For now… get some sleep.”   ((ts: You mean the world to me))

Slowly nodding my head, I let my body relax into his embrace and before I knew it my eyes got heavy—and as I drifted off to sleep, I felt him press a gentle kiss to my forehead.

No more sleepless nights, no more uncertainty.

I was loved.

[adriswrld]

Fem! Reader x Kay Lee Ray/ (currently Alba Fyre)

plot: reader returns from injury to help Rhea and Candice win their Wargames match whilst also rehashing her fued with long time rival Kay Lee Ray pairings: wrestler reader x Kay Lee Ray/ reader x (platonic) Tegan Nox/ Candice LeRae/ Dakota Kai a.n: not a request, just a random drabble I came up with

Y/N let out a sigh as she looked down at the brace around her knee. She had officially been out of action for two months due to a knee sprain injury. She was healing slowly which really annoyed her but she got a call from the doctors that she was finally cleared to wrestle again. She had gotten the injury in her title match with Kay Lee Ray. Aka her own girlfriend. Nobody had a clue they were even dating though as they kept it away from the media, both of them not being huge fans of social media. Of course the only people who know were their friends.

Kayleigh still felt immense guilt from the whole injury but it really wasn't her fault. "So what did they say?" Kayleigh asked, handing Y/N a glass of water. They both lived in London as that's where they filmed NXT UK and despite them wanting to call up Y/N to NXT, she refused. She would only go if Kayleigh was also called up and that would be a long time from now as Kay Lee was the current NXT UK Women's Champion and she planned to keep that for a long time. They call her the forever champion for a reason. Y/N looked down with a sign, pretending it wasn't good news and Kayleigh frowned in guilt.

"Don't frown its not your fault," Y/N said, her thick accent coming out as she set down her glass and gently cupped Kayleigh's face. "If I hadn't shoved you off the turnbuckle so hard then this would've never happened," Kayleigh said. "It's not your fault I landed wrong. Besides, they told me I'm cleared to wrestle!" Y/N said cheerfully and Kayleigh grinned. "Whyd you trick me?! That's so not funny!" Kayleigh said, hugging Y/N in excitement. "It was a little funny." Y/N responded, hugging her girlfriend back with a huge smile.

"So what are you gonna do now? How are you gonna come back?" Kayleigh asked. Y/N had been training so she didn't have any ring rust but she hadn't exactly discussed her return. "I'm not sure I have to talk with Regal about it. Maybe he could fit me into a revenge storyline with you," Y/N shrugged. "Well whatever you do I'm glad it's gonna be with me. I like wrestling you," Kayleigh smirked. Y/N raised her brows at Kayleighs tone, "Oh? Ohhhhhh. I like that to." Before either of them could make a move the doorbell rang and there was pounding on the door.

Kayleigh and Y/N both shared a look before groaning, "Peter."

𓆩♡𓆪

(two months later)

Regal decided he wanted for Y/N to make her return at NXT TakeOver: Wargames. Dakota Kai would be turning heel on her friend Tegan Nox which would leave out two spots in the Wargames match. And as Team Baszler consisted of Shayna Baszler, Io Shirai, Bianca Belair, and Kay Lee Ray, what better than have Y/N make her long awaited return to get revenge on her rival Kay Lee Ray. Y/N thought it was a brilliant idea and everyone backstage was very excited for Y/N to be apart of the first ever Women's Wargames match.

Everyone was very excited to finally work with her as half of them were familiar with her from the indy circuit. A lot of them still didn't know Kayleigh and Y/N were together so it kinda caught them odd guard seeing the two so close and happy around each other. "Wait I'm definitely missing something aren't I?" Tegan asked. They were all rehearsing the Wargames match and even though Tegan and Dakota wouldn't be in it, they were helping pitch any moves and help out. "Missing what?" Y/N asked with a smile, her arm wrapped around Kayleigh's who leaned her head on Y/N's chest with her eyes closed gently. It was still really early in the morning.

"When did this happen? And why wasn't I informed of this?" Dakota butted in with a raise of her brows, looking down at the couple. "Couple months ago. We kinda wanted to keep it out of the media though," Y/N shrugged. Tegan nodded understandingly and Kota gapped, still shocked she wasn't told about it. "Well you two look great together. You're personalities fit perfectly," Candice said, stepping through the ropes of the ring to walk over. Y/N and Kayleigh were sat in the corner of the ring on the mat with Tegan sitting across them and Kota sitting on the middle rope. "Thank you," Y/N said, and Candice gave her a warm smile in return.

"Again, why wasn't I told about this?!" Kota said once again in disbelief. "I did tell you, over the phone remember?" Y/N recalled. "Oh yeah she was drunk that night!" Shayna said, looking up from her phone in the seats. "There's your answer," Y/N said. Kota frowned and Candice patted her shoulder with a chuckle. "Hey Y/N! I just came up with the best idea!" Bianca said, walking over which made Kayleigh open her eyes from how loud Bianca's cheerful shout was. "So I was thinking that when Rhea goes to fight Shayna, Kay Lee jumps from the top rope to get Rhea but instead, you hit her mid air with a garbage can."

Kayleigh groaned not liking the idea of being hit mid air with a metal garage can. "I love that!" Y/N agreed and Bianca went to pitch it to Regal and Triple H. "Wait that's kinda funny. Your own girlfriend is gonna hit ya with a garbage can," Tegan chuckled. Kayleigh rolled her eyes and flipped Tegan off. "So do you have new gear?" Dakota asked. Y/N always wore her ring pants and a ring top and that's all anyone would see her wearing in the ring but she decided to switch it up. "Yeah I finished it a month ago. I'm actually gonna do trunks this time. They're kinda like how Lacey Evans has hers but mine are all black and spandex with a black ring top that my friend Scarlett let me borrow," Y/N said.

Kayleigh then perked up hearing that, "Wait, you're gonna wear shorts? You never wear shorts." Y/N chuckled to herself, "I know but I thought it's time I switch it up. Plus they made my ass look good." Y/N smiled and Kayleigh just gaped at her. "I'm gonna faint when I see you," Kayleigh mumbled, dropping her head back on Y/N's chest. "You're so cute, now I'm jealous," Tegan mumbled with a pout.

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Y/N paced back and forth as she watched the Wargames match going on. Kay Lee took some pretty nasty hits so far so of course Y/N grew concerned. It was hard to tell if she was hurt or not because of how much Kay Lee sold the moves. Y/N wore her gear already and yes, Kayleigh almost faint when she seen her but Tegan kept her steady. Dakota had already turned on her friend Tegan Nox and right now Team Baszler stood tall in the ring. The crowd watched still overwhelmed with Dakota Kai's heel turn.

"You think I didn't have a backup plan? I didn't trust Dakota for a second," Rhea spat at Shayna. They all furrowed their brows and then the lights went out. A second later did Y/N's music hit and the lights flickered back on. The crowd went into a frenzy, everyone screaming and shouting in excited as Y/N walked out with a smile. They did a close up on Kay Lee's face and she was absolutely stunned. "No no no no no," Kay Lee mumbled under her breath in disbelief. Y/N smirked and pointed at Kay Lee, "I'm backkkkk!" Y/N grinned, pulling off her jacket and sprinting down the ramp. Unfortunately Kay Lee and Io ran to the cage door and held it closed to Y/N couldn't enter.

Y/N groaned and then ran to the end of the cage (where Io did the moonsault). Y/N then began to climb the huge cage to the top. Candice and Rhea managed to get the team down and Candice laid out Kay Lee on the metal chairs. Y/N stood on the top of the steel cage and let out a shaky breath before falling forward into a Swanton Bomb onto KLR. The crowd was in absolute shock of what just happened. Y/N groaned and did a small check on Kay Lee before letting Candice pull her up. Y/N, Rhea and Candice all shared a hug and talked about their game plan.

"Let's win this shit."

[eclissiinunqualsiasimezzogiorno]

The Pride of Wales Eddie Dennis MV tribute - Believer_Imagine Dragon ❤️

[miniregal]

Charlie Dempsey. Bailey Matthews. WWE NXT. NQCC.

!! No association with the real Charlie Dempsey !!

Bailey’s personal life isn’t public knowledge so everything from this point on about it is purely my imagination.

Growing up, he is one of 3 children to professional wrestler William Regal and his wife, Christina. Bailey is the only one of the boys that pursued professional wrestling. He likes to tell himself that he would’ve pursued professional wrestling whether he was William Regal’s son or not but.. how could he be so sure? Nonetheless, Bailey earned his keep just like everyone else and began training in 2018. He became a young lion in 2020 under New Japan Pro Wrestling but he never appeared for the company as he later left for the WWE. He more than often thinks about whether that was the best decision for him til’ this day.

He was first introduced in the NXT UK brand. He did fairly well there up until the UK brand ended. Despite the brand ending, he’d done enough to establish himself and was asked to be apart of NXT. Bailey isn’t dumb though. He again questions how much of his being noticed has to do with being a 2nd generation professional wrestler. Bailey, you’ll notice, questions a lot of decisions made about himself due to his father’s pull. He wants to believe that it’s because of how gifted technically in the ring.. but he’s not naive.

His relationship with his father is very up and down because of this. Bailey doesn’t like being seen as someone who is handed opportunities especially since he works just as hard, if not 10x harder, than the boys and gals in the locker room. His feelings are always conflicted.

Outside of wrestling and training, Bailey is a gamer. Minecraft, Call of Duty, Boulder’s Gate, The Last of Us, Arcane, The Sims 4 (on occasion), and just really anything. He’s a fan of the throwbacks like PlayStation 2 and Nintendo 64. Cigars, sarcasm, a variety of music, laughing (hard to believe I know) and just having a good time. Despite how he comes across, he DOES like to have fun.

Plots are open for him. Ships are chemisty, blah the usual.

[glasgowsinner]

𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐖𝐍 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑻𝑵𝑬𝒀 𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑻

in wrestling, courtney got her start in 2013 on the independent circuit making her debut in tidal championship wrestling before appearing in stardom a couple of short years later. it wasn't too long before wwe came calling and invited her to be apart of the mae young, signing her to their ill-fated nxt uk brand. she was eventually paired with fellow scottish indy standout alba fyre, their tag team becoming dubbed the unholy union. their biggest accomplishment to date is winning the women's tag team titles in glasgow.

if people close to courtney had to describe her, they'd likely say she's imaginative, mercurial and has a tendency to use sarcasm to hide her true feelings. she enjoys psychological horror, tarot readings, astrology and classic literature. courtney is known to have a somewhat messy dating history, previously being linked to other wrestlers in relationships that didn't end so well. she feels things very deeply, and can be stubborn but is an utter delight to people she enjoys. she is bisexual and currently single. pls like this or dm me if you would like to plot anything with her!

[danwhobrowses]

My Highlights of WWE Fastlane 2023

Things are speeding up and with NXT and AEW delivering some strong PPV outings it's time to see if the main roster can do it too.

5 matches on the card is surprisingly low but it means some more time can be offered, let's see how it goes

Spoilers for the PPV

Not cool to leave Rey Mysterio on read, not cool, don't like them apples

Paul is right, 'Mega Tandem' is not a good name

WWE need to hold onto Paul Heyman for the entirety of his career because if they let him go they will have fucked up massively

Hey look it's Jade Cargill

'So Elite' huh?

Corey's Barbenheimer suit (in that it's half pink and half black)

Crowd is nice and loud (even if you look at the crowd it feels a little piped in or increased in volume)

That big kick from Priest to the back of Jey's head

Nice delayed superplex from Cody

I mean I can afford to be tempted by Rhea Ripley I would pay to be tempted by Rhea Ripley

The ending was chaotic fun

I will always smile at hearing Rey Mysterio getting a pop for his entrance

Could you imagine 10 years ago the idea of Rey and Carlito being in the same faction?

That's some good looking pizzas

Asuka immediately going for the mist

Asuka and Io are still so crisp

Meteora on a Figure Four-ing Charlotte

Moonsault on a Figure Eight-ing Charlotte

Pat out doing the same 'Let's do Wrestlemania here' shtick Cody did in the UK

Solo giving Jimmy the cold shoulder

Cena selling for Solo

Lots of build to Knight getting the hot tag too

They at least validated Priest not cashing in for the Last Man Standing, still a shame this felt like a perfect spot for it

Nakamura in all white

Rollins back with the undefinable outfit

NUNCHAKU! Not seen that used in a wrestling match since Moxley

The Announcer's desk has been through it this show

You know if it was AEW people would be ripping apart the fact that there's clearly a crash mat that Rollins fell on for the spot

Nakamura at least focused more on the back this match than last time

It's always a clever spot to roll out the ring to make the 10 count by landing on your feet

Conclusion

So it was a fine PPV show again. Good matches though the outcome or the method did feel a bit off at times, but it was good enough for a PPV, not the best of the recent bunch though.

Match of the Night: Gonna give it to the tag title match because the crowd was hot for it and despite the subjectively wrong outcome it didn't undersell the mist at all. Best Entrance: Wasn't really any flashy one so let's just give it to Jade Cargill since walking out of a car did draw some buzz Best Attire: Was close to giving it to Corey but I'll give it to Rollins Best Performance: Rollins again, he had to sell like a maniac, and while we could've given Nakamura more resilience we at least showed off Rollins' toughness. Spot of the Night: The ending Falcon Arrow in the Last Man Standing

[dimitrescus-bitch]

NXT Masterlist

* - smut

Rhea Ripley

Bed Ridden

More Than a Sprinkle*

Old and New

Our Story in the Steam*

Figuring It Out*

Cheaters Never Win

Fair Fight

Sex for Breakfast*

Decorating Day

Under the Mistletoe*

Good Morning

Disney

Strappingly Good*

Wedding Party*

Do It*

Sweet Victory

36

Impressions

Honeymoon Suite*

Ride It*

Birthday Sex*

First*

10 Days

In Love

Dealing

Talking

I Don’t Love You Like a Best Friend, I Love You More

Knockout

Fair

Happy Together

Wrecked

Knock Me Down

Six Steps

Comeback Match

Eventful

Ours

Not Ours

And We Can Learn to Love Again

Dan Dan Kokoro

Control*

Not That You Cared

For Her

Pretty Hurts

Hair

we fell in love in october

Whatever It Takes

Brainiac

Lucky

No Place

Dinged

Best Laid Plans

Ice Queen

Secret Weapon

Shorter, But Not Short

Little Ninja

Bad Girl*

Wild Side*

Stressors*

Sick Day

I Just Don’t Get It

Sometimes I Don’t Know My Own Strength

No Comment

Makeover

Our Happiness

The Better Brand

Bad Idea*

Across the Pond

Sleeping With the Enemy

Rightfully Yours*

Worlds Collide*

Fergalicious by Definition*

Excited

Soft*

A Simple Hello

Three’s the Key*

A Girl

A Little Tied Up*

Dirty*

A Big Night*

Not Like That*

Snowflakes and Sugar Cookies

Cuddle Conundrum

Broken

Cooking by the Book

Sweet Things*

Leather & Lace*

Call Me*

Theatrics

Movie Night

Saved

Tensions*

Carried

Show Me How to Do It*

Debut

Proud*

Leather Studded Kiss*

Puppy Love

Triple Threat*

Whatever You Need*

Two is Better Than One, Three is Better Than Two*

Queen of Queens

Mania Moment

Champions

Riptide

Beth Phoenix

After Vegas

Ticklish

A Baby, Eventually

Virtue of Patience*

Saving the Night*

The Picture

Hate the Game

Pretending

Over Under*

Flirt*

Honeymoon

Vegas

Return

Bias

Jessamyn Duke

Undisputed

The Best Way to Start the Day*

Special*

On Your Side

Perfect Fit

Bad Girl*

Heat of Battle*

Roommate Initiation*

All Over You

On Stream

Florida’s Finest*

Game Time

Tegan Nox

Winter Blues

A Little Spill*

Who Made This Mess

Our Spot*

Stress Free Zone*

Surprise Entrant

Play Nice*

Forget You

Can’t Help But Worry

Prompted

The Magician*

Raccoon Run In

Completely*

Battle for Blue

Training Day*

Check Up

She’ll Steal You Away

Caught

Recover

Proud*

Take Away the Pain*

Knockout

Indi Hartwell

Nights Out

Mistletoe

Incredible*

For Science

Dakota Kai

A Chill

Psychic

Adrenaline

Don’t Turn Around

Okay Gamer

Lasting Impression*

Mornings*

Angry*

cardigan

Movie Night*

Treasure Hunt

A Win for Us*

The Magician*

Focus*

Oops, I Think I Love You

Why Don’t You Join Me?*

Parent Trapped

Constrictor*

A New Beginning

Mistletoe

And They Were Roommates

Confrontational*

Why We’re Not Spies

Still Streaming

Enough*

A Little Setback

Closet Confessionals

You Need Me (But I Don’t Need You)*

Homecuming*

Candice LeRae

Back to the Top

Asshole

High School Never Ends

Hot ‘n Cold

Quiet

Play Nice*

Switch*

First Impressions

Fast Friends

Cooking by the Book

Two is Better Than One, Three is Better Than Two*

Io Shirai

What I Want

Raquel Gonzalez

Angry*

Best Laid Plans

Scarlett Bordeaux

Touch-A, Touch-A, Touch Me*

Scarlett and Her Starlet

Shotzi Blackheart

Bust A Move

Bad Bitch

Dyeing

Manic Panic

Wild Side*

Do-Over

Green Light*

Can’t Help But Worry

Toni Storm

Old and New

Lonely is the Heart

A Good Story

Lonely*

Turn Around*

Across the Pond

Worlds Collide*

Cuddle Conundrum

Distraction

Waiting Out the Storm

Debut

Triple Threat*

December 1

Reunited

Kay Lee Ray

Domesticate

[robinofgothamcity]

"now we're stopping the world, stopped it in its tracks. nothing's too broken to find our way back so before it's over, before you run...didn't we have fun?"

♡ pairing: ilja dragunov x fem! reader

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / i'm so happy ilja won tonight but that doesn't mean that i'm not heartbroken over walter finally losing. anyway, here's a small blurb for all you ilja stans.

"your ex has his big match tonight, you excited to probably see him lose again?" Indi asked jokingly. you rolled your eyes, not wanting to joke about a match you were nervous to watch. "I know tonight for him is a big deal so I don't really want to jinx him or for that matter, Walter," you replied, taking a sip of water.

Indi sighed sensing the excuses rolling off your tongue. you were tapping away nervously on your laptop and you filled out last minute paperwork for the pay-per-view event. she noticed every time you had your nose deep into your laptop it was for one of two reasons. you actually had to get work done or you were so nervous about something that you consumed your life with work until whatever it was that was making you nervous passed.

"what has you so glued to your laptop? I thought all NXT work was finished yesterday?" you shook your head, not responding as you continued to, "Regal wanted me to respond to a few emails for the taping on Tuesday. where's Dexter? I'm surprised the engaged couple isn't together right now," you poked, making Indi smack you on the back of the head.

the entire building was buzzing from excitement. you heard makeup and costume screaming at each other about finishing their clients so the other could get started. wrestlers walked back and forth through catering, chugging back water and standing by the curtains to eat while they watched whatever match was going on.

"look, Walter's over there," Indi whispered. you looked behind you, seeing Walter along with his two henchmen walking to an empty table. you could sense Walter's energy the minute he walked through the door. it was like the biggest unkept secret that Walter carried this energy that just scared anyone who dared to provoke him. "man, Ilja's going to get it rough, regardless if he wins tonight or not," you whispered to Indi as she agreed.

you and Indi remained talking to each other as you watched Dakota's match against Raquel. you were on the writing team for their storyline so you kind of had to pay attention to the match to see where it went after it ended. you managed to be so engrossed into it that you hadn't heard Indi calling your name for a good minute until she finally shook you.

"they want you in makeup and costume, something about Regal wanting you," Indi said. you nodded, closing your laptop and shoving everything int your bag, "I'll be back," you murmured. Indi laughed knowing you weren't exactly coming back anytime soon.

you walked as quickly as possible, not realizing that Regal had no business in makeup and costume but since your mind was so plagued with the thoughts of Ilja's match, you hadn't put two and two together.

once you arrived to makeup and costume, you saw Ilja sitting on one of the chairs as one of the makeup artist apologized profusely to you, "this was all Indi's idea. I swear she was the one who put me to this," she confessed as she walked out of the makeup stall, leaving you with Ilja, the air becoming thick.

"I know this isn't all of Indi's doing so what do you want?"

+

Ilja and you stared at each other, minds racing as the two of you heaved in anger, "I'm not staying on the UK brand, Lacey and I got offered a better deal as a tag team on the main NXT roster and I'm not just letting that go," you repeated to Ilja as he tried to grab your hand again. you quickly shook it off knowing that all he was going to do was try and convince you to stay again.

"why are you so against me going?" you asked again. this time, Ilja stood up, looking into your eye with so much intensity, "if you leave, I won't ever see you again. I won't leave the UK brand and you look like you're dead set on leaving it," you huffed knowing what Ilja was saying was true.

the offer NXT had for you in Florida seemed hell of a lot better than what the UK brand was offering you at the moment and teaming as a tag with Lacey didn't sound as bad as what you were currently doing. you grabbed Ilja's hand and rubbed it softly, "this might be the end for us but it's not all bad. you have a chance at the belt here while I try to go do the same thing just in Florida. maybe this isn't the end, just a see you later?" you asked knowing Ilja was trying to hold in his tears.

you knew Ilja was the kind of man who didn't hold back his emotions. he cried when he felt the tears coming but today he tried as hard as he could to hold it together, "we'll be together again, I promise," you whispered to him.

you felt your leg pulsing as you tried to calm your thoughts down. you had taken a nasty fall down during a match and you knew it was your ankle that had taken the hit or your achilles. a part of you was begging that it was your ankle but in the back of your mind, you knew it was your achilles and an achilles injury usually meant a prolonged healing process.

the medics tried to find the source of your injury but there wasn't much you could do while in the area. it didn't take long for them to wheel you into an ambulance and rush you over to the hospital to actually check out what was wrong. the entire time throughout the ride and waiting on your results, you kept getting a multitude of texts from everyone wondering what happened.

you heard a knock on the door and whispered a 'come in'. the doctor walked in with a pile of paperwork and wary smile. "what's the damage?" you asked, quickly cutting to the chase. he handed you the paperwork and while you could understand somethings, a lot of it was confusing.

"your achilles, it took most of the damage and it's an injury that you won't be coming back from."

your heart stopped hearing the news. you knew an achilles injury was pretty nasty but you never thought it would be the reason why your career ended. the doctor could see your face drop in complete sadness as you tried to hold back sobs. he knew it was best to not continue as you hid your face into your hands. no one thought that a random Tuesday night match would be your last.

Ilja sat on his bed, scrolling through his feed on Twitter when he heard the tweet from your account.

it was a photo of you holding the NXT UK Women's belt close to your heart. his heart sunk as he read the caption.

"didn't we have fun? don't say it was all a waste."

he quickly scrolled through your account to quickly come across the official WWE account. they had made an announcement that you were no longer available to wrestle due to your injury and Ilja knew more than anyone how hurt you must've been. you had moved your entire wrestling career to Florida in order to pursue the women's belt there and now, all of that was gone.

a part of him wanted to text you to make sure you were okay but he knew better than to do that. the two of you hadn't spoken since the breakup and texting you could bring back memories he was sure you didn't want back. a lot of your career was defined as a inter-gender tag team with him and that was how the two of you got signed together.

Ilja bit his tongue back and decided against texting you.

+

you watched the match from the monitors in the back. Ilja had said nothing to you when you asked what he wanted but he brought you in for a searing kiss. you were promptly taken back by his action but you let it happen, missing the way his arms hugged you and the way his intense eyes stared down at you.

Indi stood next to you as she saw you tapping against the table nervously. she knew you'd probably kill her later for making you reunite with Ilja but she knew better than anyone that the two of you belonged together. just like her and Dexter, you and Ilja needed to remain with each other. there was even a few wrestlers on the roster she had to scare away in order for her plan to work.

you saw the way Ilja's chest was turning red as Walter continued to chop at it, making it bleed and creating small cuts here and there. Indi stood next to you as she watched Ilja put Walter in a very easy chokehold. it wasn't one that seemed that Walter would falter too but it happened in an instant, Ilja had him wrapped so tightly that it seemed Walter was about to pass out.

"holy shit."

Walter was quickly tapping himself out of Ilja's grasp as the bell rang. Indi turned over to you to see the way you dropped your bag and without thinking, ran out of the curtains and onto the ramp. a few of the producers called your name to return but you were too far out to hear what they were saying.

the crowd was going wild to see you practically sprinting down the ramp. Ilja hadn't realized what was going on but you snatched the belt away from the ref and stood in front of him, holding it up high as Ilja tried to process what was going on. "you won, Ilja! you finally did it!" you yelled, shaking the belt in front of him.

Ilja's breath hitched as he grabbed the belt and held it tightly for a moment before putting his leg on top of Walter's chest, "you did it," you whispered to him. Ilja screamed in victory as you grabbed his hand and made him hold the belt higher to show the crowd that he had in fact dethroned Walter after 800+ days

you had no idea what this meant for you and Ilja going forward but you had the inkling feeling that somehow, someway, Ilja had crawled his way back into your life. not that you were complaining of course.

[lavenderheartbreak]

Im gonna send you a few💖 “She’s lost without you. “, “ You say this is what you want but your eyes are telling me a different story. “ and “ Don’t you get it? I’m in love with you and it scares the hell out of me. “ with Noam Dar where he broke up with you bc he was scared but someone tells him how bad you both are now, he still wont admit it but when he sees you it all comes out

Noam POV

“Stop staring at her like a pure werido mate.” Ma best mate, Kenny Williams, said tae me as I was looking over at Y/N as the tapings for NXT UK were coming an end.

“Am no staring, am just looking in her direction.” Y/N and I used tae be together but I broke up wae her, I try tae tell everyone and convince masel that it was because we werenae working oot anymare but the truth is I was scared and I ended it.

“Aye right.” I rolled ma eyes at him. A few moments of silence occurred between us until Kenny spoke up again. “Ye dae ken she still love ye right?”

“Whit?!” I couldnae believe whit he said. I thought she might hate.

“She’s lost waeoot ye, and even thought ye may no admit it ye are tae. Ye both still love each other but yous are both just tip-toeing around each other. Away and speak tae her.” 

“Naw, I broke up wae her for a reason right, am fine waeoot her and she be fine waeoot me in a matter of time, alright. Just drop it. I don’t want tae be wae her anymare.” I really didnae want tae tell Kenny how I felt but it was hard tae put anything past him. 

“Ye say this is whit ye want but yer eyes are telling me a different story.Whit is so bad aboot going up tae her and fixing it. So stop being a shitebag and go up and speak tae her.” I sat there silent, knowing aw tae well that Kenny was right. I nodded at him and decided it was noo or never as I made my way over to Y/N whilst I was pure bricking it.

“Here Y/N, can we talk somewhere private?”

Y/N POV

I was taken back by Noam coming over to me. I didn’t he’d even give me a second glance anymore. I nodded my head, not to sure if I had the words to speak probably. We walked around the arena looking for a place we could talk privately. My mind was racing as we walked about. What does he want? Does he still love like I still love him? How do I feel? Am I angry? Sad? Hopeful? I tried to relax them as we found some where we could talk alone.

“Look Y/N, I still love ye and I was an absolute idiot letting ye go.”

“Why? Why did you break up with me?” He never responded straight away. He kept mumbling and my heart couldn’t take it. “You know what Noam, if you want to act like this that’s fine, you break up with me for no apparent reason and then say that you want to speak to me but then stand there mumbling, not actually saying much.” I rolled my eyes and turned around to walk away before I started crying but Noam stopped me. He took a deep breath.

“Don’t ye get it? Am in love wae ye and it scares the hell oot of me. That’s why I broke up wae ye, we were going so well and I shat it and I ran when I should’ve faced it, stuck through it.” I put my hands on his face and looked into his eyes and saw the serenity in them.

“Why didn’t you say sooner?” He shrugged his shoulders.

“Because I don’t want tae admit am scared. I really want tae be wae ye Y/N,” I moved my hands from his face so I could hold his..

“I really want to be with you too.”

“Well then dae ye want tae take this idiot back?” He looked so nervous.

“Of course, but don’t try that again. You broke me.” He nodded his head and then leaned in to kiss me. I kissed back, feeling whole once again. 

[madebypointlesswerewolves]

You Don't Do It For Me Anymore// Jordan Devlin

Request are open.  I had this idea and Jordan fit it

When you first met Jordan he was sweet, caring, and funny. you thought that he was the one but something happened five months in your relationship. he ignored you, he would treat you like you was just another girl.

I see the future without you The hell was I doing in the past? Now that I've learned all about you A love just like ours wouldn't last

"Babe! have you seen my bottoms" Jordan yelled at you "I know you had them" rolling your eyes you went to the laundry room and grabbed his trunks "here" as you handed them to him and went to the kitchen.

I won't fall for your games So don't hate me when I say That you Don't do it for me anymore

One night you guys went out with a few of his friends but all he did was ignore you then turn around and act like you was his prize. it was boring and you hated that you fell this low for someone.

Money won't pay for your problems You gotta fix them yourself Vices and pity won't solve 'em Stop feeling bad for yourself

The last night you were with him he begged you not to go but as you packed your bags tears streaming down both of your faces "im sorry but I can't be here anymore Jordan" you spoke putting your toiletries in your small bag "ill buy you anything you want just please stay with me" he cried.

Never have you seen Jordan Devlin cry. but you knew you had to get out and stop acting like you where his shiny fake toy,

You deserve better, "money won't fix us, I'm leaving and sorry for being honest but I don't love you" as you said those heartbreaking words tears kept coming from his face.

Taking one last look at him your heart broke. You lied. you love this man but he just didn't do it for you anymore.

[of-twilight-and-moonshadow]

Perfect Chance - Tyler Bate x Reader

Finally got around to finishing the Reader x Tyler Bate fic I had started a while back. 

Prompt: I’m sorry that somebody you loved made you think it was hard to love you

EDITED IN: TAG LIST @starwithaheart​ @shedevill22 @amourseculier @regalbanshee​ 

I do love my Big Strong Boi <3 

Y/N = Your Name Y/F/N = Your Full Name Y/P/N = Your Partial Name (for instance, i used Anna to write, so it was An-Anna)

Not sure if the perceived Relationships that he has had with Toni and Liv are true, but for this purpose we are saying yes. 

WARNINGS: Verbal Abuse (Brad Maddox is/was a jerk yall), Self-doubt, body conscious 

Austin mentioned = Creed; Ember, Tyler, Etore and Creed are friends I strive to have yall.

Let me know if you’d read a part 2!

(divider)

February 2017

First, it was all compliments and the unending love that I felt.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.”

“You’re absolutely amazing, you know?”

“I can’t believe how lucky I am.”

Then came the backhanded compliments…

“We’re perfect together.”

“You’ll never find another guy out there like me. Hah.”

“You’re really lucky to have landed me, you know?”

Then the compliments turned to criticisms.

“You should lose a few pounds… or twenty. Make you look better.”

“Your hair needs to be longer, get some extensions or something.”

“Show some more cleavage, would you? I want other guys knowing what I got.”

And the criticisms to pure insults.

“I don’t want you sitting on my lap—you’re fat!”

“God you’re ugly—put some more make up on or something!”

“What the hell did I ever see in you? You’re pathetic!”

The sucker punch came when I saw him kissing another girl backstage- one of the audio techs. It was the last straw, and I couldn’t take it anymore. Austin told me to move on, Tyler said I deserved better; Ember wanted to knock him out for me and Etore tried to get my mind off of it.

Off of him.

Of Brad.

The worst mistake of my life. The mistake that took up 15 months of my life. 15 months I’ll never get back.

The only thing is—how do you move on from something like that?

He made me feel loved and desired.

Then he made me feel unworthy of such affection. Made me feel like I didn’t deserve to be loved; that I didn’t deserve to be happy.

So here I am now, four months later. I had managed to get myself lost in work, to keep my mind occupied, but that only lasts for so long. Now? It’s February… February fourteenth. All I see are happy couples walking the halls of Full Sail, or in pictures on Instagram and twitter. Happy little ‘I love you’s and words of affection.

Sighing to myself, I shook my head and tried to focus on the outfit in front of me. Ember accidentally tore one of the seams on her outfit last week but hadn’t realized it until she wore it earlier on. Taking a deep breath, I stitched the small tear quick and easily, snipping off excess thread and then folding them neatly for my friend.

“Uhm, excuse me? Could—”

The sudden voice caused my heart-rate to skyrocket as I jumped in surprise, My hand went over my heart as I glanced behind me to find the owner to the voice—only for my once racing heart to freeze entirely.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” he apologized, giving me a small smile.

“N-no, it’s alright. I just—I didn’t… Uh… Can I help you—with… something?” I asked awkwardly, tripping over my own words.

“I was hoping so. My last match, I noticed the seam was starting to unravel… on my trunks? Could you fix that? I’d really rather not be wrestling mid-match and them fall off.”

“That would be highly embarrassing,” I frowned, before nodding,” Yeah—I can do it. Er… sew it, real quick.”

“Thank you, here—let me grab them out of my bag real quick…”

“This isn’t fair…” I thought, sighing inwardly,” Cute… accent to die for… nice… Probably in a happy, caring relationship with some—”

“Here we go,” he smiled, handing the black trunks over to me; I felt my face heat up just slightly, but ignored the shiver than ran down my spine.

“Just… give me a moment… I can have these done real quick.”

“Not a problem, love. As long as I have them before my match.”

“Right…”

“Tyler—Tyler Bate.” He held out a hand, waiting patiently with that adorable smile on his face, causing my heart-rate to skyrocket again.

“Uh… Y/P/N—Y/N. Y/L/N. Y/F/N,” I replied, reaching out and shaking his hand.

JUNE 19th 2018

Almost a year and a half. 16 months to be exact. 16 months that Tyler Bate had been on my mind; that I had tried, and failed, multiple times to get him out of my mind. I tried focusing on work, on all the alterations I needed to make to active-roster outfits, fixes to any broken seams… but in doing so, all I heard was the work gossip that floated around endlessly.

“Did you see them together? They’re cute!”

“Right, Liv is interesting. Different that I’d imagine Bate be with.”

“Too pretty, kinda. I don’t know…”

“Maybe so. Out of left field though—just like that time he was with Toni.”

“Must have a thing for blondes.”

Without meaning to, my eyes floated to the strand of hair that was hanging in front of my face. The brown hair seemingly mocking me. Taking a deep breath, I tucked it behind an ear and attempted to keep the U.K superstar out of my thoughts. I knew it was going to be inevitable, running into Tyler today. Hunter had asked if Id be able to go to London for the next tournament show. It was a chance to visit the beautiful country, immerse myself in the rich culture—and torture myself with a secret crush.

So here I was, at Royal Albert Hall, assisting the UK Brand creative department with everyone’s outfits. Right now I was busy, extremely focused on the outfit in my hands. Not only did I have to focus on doing all the stitches correctly; I had to keep myself professional—ensure no mis-stiches. Why?

The jacket belonged to none other than—

“Hey, are you finished yet?”

My head jerked up in surprise and felt like my thoughts had been read—but the innocent slight smile on Toni’s face told me otherwise.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.”

“N-no… it’s—uh,” I felt myself stuttering,” Almost finished. Sorry.”

“It’s fine. I’ll come back later.”

“R-right. Thanks.”

I watched with bated breath as she walked away, not daring to take another breath of air until Toni Storm was no longer in sight. Shaking my head in attempts to clear it, I looked down to refocus on the small sequin I was hand stitching.

“Why’s he gotta like blondes?” I muttered under my breath with a small pout,” Nothin’ special about them.”

“Are you talking to yourself now, love?”

The sudden proximity of his voice, the fact he could—probably already did—know I was talking about Toni. About him.

I jumped out of my skin, the needle going straight through the fabric and into my skin.

“Dammit!” I cried, dropping everything to the desk and clutching my finger as the blood slowly began to pool.

“Bloody hell, I’m sorry love—here—” Tyler frowned, taking the towel from his shoulder and instantly putting it to my finger to stop the blood,” Oi—hey there! Grab a medic kit, will ya?” The passing backstage tech nodded before quickly walking off to find said kit.

“Did I get any blood on—” I panicked, reaching with my free hand for Toni’s jacket.

“Don’t worry about it, it’ll wash off if you did. Toni won’t mind, believe me.”

I had to choke back a scoff—of course he would know if she would mind. Suddenly my eyes landed once more on the towel, and I became hyper aware that he was holding my hand so delicately. Instinctively, I tried to pull it away, only for Tyler’s grip to slightly tighten, his gaze finding mine.

“You’ll be fine. Just a small pin prick,” Tyler smiled to me, as the tech came up to us with the kit and Tyler gave him a nod of thanks. I watched in silence, unable to even form a thought to voice; ever so gently, Tyler brought out a small alcohol wipe and after moving the white towel, dabbed at the bloody spot on my finger causing me to hiss and recoil instinctively. Again, his grip tightened, but not uncomfortably so, and he looked at me apologetically.

“Sorry love, had to clean it real quick.” With a silent nod, Tyler unpackaged the band-aid before gently wrapping it around my finger.

“There… all better,” Tyler smiled to me, causing a blush to cover my cheeks. In an attempt to hide it, I ducked my head.

“Now that you don’t have any pointy objects in your hand,” Tyler chuckled, turning his attention back to me,” How have you been Y/N? Good I hope?”

My head snapped up, eyes wide in surprise.

“Something wrong love?”

“N-no, no. Sorry… I just… I honestly didn’t think you’d remember my name. I mean… we only interacted for like… three minutes… over a year ago…”

“Well, yeah… but you’re a difficult woman to forget,” Tyler smiled and I felt my heart constrict.

“Y-yeah, I… I know…” Looking down, I began to pick at my shirt, my one hand grazing the side of my pant leg,”… Gotta loose some weight…”

“What? No- no, love—” Tyler shook his head, reaching out and gently grabbing my hands, holding both with his own; one hand traveled up my arm to cup my chin, raising my eyes to his own. I could feel the butterflies in my stomach go wild at the look of concern in his blue eyes.

“What makes you say something like that? You’re perfect—”

“Not perfect enough,” I mutter, my eyes flicker once more to the ground, only for the soft touch on my chin to lift my gaze once more.

“Whoever made you think that… They’re wrong. How they could even—” Tyler stopped short, shaking his head and took a deep breath, as if collecting himself. Looking into my eyes once more, I felt his fingers gently sweep a lock of hair behind my ear; Tyler seemed to be searching for the words to say, but what could be said?

“I-It’s fine, Tyler,” I shook my head, slowly pulling from his grip and taking a step back,” I’ve—I’ve accepted it… no one… no one will love me…” My voice grew softer and softer, until it broke at the very end. Taking a breath, I grabbed Toni’s jacket, careful of the needle hiding within somewhere. I busied myself with finishing stitching the sequin on, aware that Tyler was still standing behind me. As I finished the stitch, reaching for the next- Tyler’s hand slowly, gently reached with me, his hand landing on-top mine.

“Y/N… I…” Tyler started, before easing the jacket out of my grip and turning me back to face him. The look of pain, discomfort lacing his features,” I don’t know who… how—” He took a deep breath, composing himself again, before continuing,” I’m sorry that somebody you loved made you think it was hard to love you. You are… perfect— I wish you could see it. See what I see every time I look at you. I would call myself lucky if I had even a chance with you—I mean… maybe… maybe you could give me a chance to prove how perfect you are? Give me a chance to love you like you deserve?”

My heart dropped and I forgot how to breathe for a second. Did he just–?

“Are—are you… asking me out?”

“Rather, asking you to be my girlfriend,” Tyler smiled,” But I would like to take you do dinner, before you left back to the States.”

I could feel it—deep within my bones—the fight or flight instincts trying to kick in.

He’s just going to use you.

It’ll be just like with Brad.

Don’t trust him.

Then my eyes focused, looking straight into his baby blue eyes, and I knew.

I had to believe.

Believe in him.

Believe in the possibility—of happiness. Of love.

“Yes.”

I could see his whole body relax with my answer, a bigger smile crossing his face. It was only contagious though, as I too began to smile.

“If there’s time after the show, we can grab a bite to eat. I’ve got to finish getting ready for my match tonight.”

“Best of luck tonight, you and Trent. UE wont know what hit them,” I smiled, blushing as Tyler caressed my cheek; my heartbeat quickened as I saw him lean towards me, before I felt his lips on my other cheek. The mustache tickled a little, but the gesture, innocent and romantic all the same, caused another smile to cross my face.

This was the perfect chance for happiness. For love.

[adriswrld]

gonna start posting wrestling one shots on here, some will be from my one shot book on wattpad:) requests are open ☆

[sydsaint]

Imperium hottie incoming!!!!!

Summary: The night before the readers debut on Smackdown she goes out for a drink where she meets a charming German pretty boy. Unaware that he's about to become much more than just a random one-night stand.

It's a crisp Thursday night in a new city. You are set to start your new job working for the WWE with your childhood friend, Pete, tomorrow night. So you're out celebrating tonight.

Sat on a barstool and nursing a drink, you survey the pick of single men at your disposal tonight. A couple of them look like they might be interesting to talk too for a bit. But none of them really pique your interest. That is until you spot a fine-looking man sitting at the end of the bar.

'Pretty boy.' Is the first thing to comes to mind when you see him. "Hmm." You hum to yourself and carefully make your way down the bar. "Evening." You initiate conversation with a friendly smile.

Your greeting catches your pretty boys attention and he glances your way. "Evening, love." He replies, accent laid on thick.

The strangers accent throws you for a bit of a loop. 'Very pretty boy.' You think to yourself. "That accent local?" You joke to break the ice further.

"Not exactly." The man chuckles lightly and turns to you. "I'm, Marcel. Can I get you another drink?" He introduces himself and takes notice of your nearly empty glass.

"I'm, Y/N. Pleasure to meet you, Marcel." You grin at him. "And yes, I'd love another drink. Thank you."

Marcel beckons the bartender over and gets another drink for himself as well as you. The two of you chat about the city and you learn that he's also in town for work. Though neither of you bother to ask what the other does for a living.

A few drinks and couple of hours later and you find yourself getting pulled into the back of an Uber by your handsome and charming new friend. The two of you head back to Marcel's hotel, which happens to be across the street from the one that you're staying at. But that coincidence is the furthest thing from your mind at the moment.

The next morning you wake with a yawn and rise to your feet. Marcel stirs in bed next to you, so you tiptoe to the bathroom to freshen up a bit before you leave.

"Morning, Y/N." Marcel trudges into the bathroom after you a few minutes later. "You sleep alright?" He jokes, knowing that neither of you bothered to get much sleep last night.

You giggle and brush through your hair with your fingers to rid it of a few tangles. "Oh, yeah! Lot's of sleep." You roll your eyes playfully.

"I don't suppose that I could interest you in a shower and some breakfast?" Marcel offers in an attempt to get you to stay a bit longer.

You frown, remembering that you promised to meet Pete for breakfast. "Damn, I'd love to Marcel. But I can't miss breakfast with my brother." You explain.

"That's too bad." Marcel sighs but understands your excuse. "I was really hoping to hold on to you for a little bit longer." He grins at you.

You share Marcel's desire not to part ways just yet and glance at the clock in the other room "You know what? I think that I might be able to squeeze in a shower." You inform him with a grin.

"Oh?" Marcel quirks a brow at you. "Well then, I think I'll have breakfast in the shower today then." He teases you suggestively.

Two hours later you scramble across the street to your hotel and pray that your brother isn't looking for you. You manage to make it to the floor that your room is on but find Pete in the hall about to knock on your door.

"Shit." You mumble to yourself and sigh. "Pete! I'm over here!" You call out to him.

Pete turns around with a confused look as you walk over to him. "Y/N? Why are you out here? And why've you got a wrinkled dress on?" He asks you, clearly puzzled by your current state.

"I went out last night for a couple of drinks." You explain quickly and unlock your room door. "And I guess that one could say that I met someone while I was out." You add.

Pete follows you into your room and shuts the door behind you. "So you slept with someone last night, then?" He asks you.

"Yeah." You nod and walk to the bathroom. "He was this super charming, pretty boy, at the bar." You explain further. "Super hot accent, German I think."

Pete shakes his head and sits down on your bed. "Are you showering?" He asks when he hears running water.

"Yeah." You call back from the other side of the semi-closed door. "Why?"

"Your hair is still wet." Pete replies. "Haven't you already showered at your pretty boy's place?" He asks you.

You laugh as you once again strip off your dress. "Let's just say that neither of us got very clean in that shower."

"Y/N!" Pete scrunches his nose.

"What?" You laugh again. "You asked."

You take a quick shower then head out to breakfast with Pete like you promised. He goes over a few pointers for your first night on Smackdown to make sure that you're ready.

Later that night Pete introduces you to your new teammates, Sheamus and Ridge. The four of you chat for a bit to get acquainted before it's show time. Everyone heads out to the ring so Ridge can have his match against some guy named Giovanni Vinci.

"Oh my god." Your mouth hangs open when you see Vinci and his pals from Imperium come down to the ring. "Pete! Pete!" You smack his arm.

"What?" Pete looks down at you with worry. "What's wrong?" He asks you.

Sheepishly you point to the other side of the ring as Imperium come down the ramp. "Remember my cute German guy from last night?" You ask. "That's him on the right." You point across the ring.

Pete follows your prompt over to where Marcel is now standing next to Gunter. He looks back at you and puts his palm to his forehead.

"Y/N!" He scolds you. "You slept with Marcel Barthel last night?" He questions you.

"It looks like it, yeah." You nod. "And he's staring at me right now." You add.

Pete glances across the ring and sure enough, Marcel is attempting to catch your attention. "Oh I'm going to beat his ass." Pete scowls and pushes up his sleeves.

"Pete!" You grab him by the arm and stop him. "Don't you dare!" You warn him. "I'll handle it."

Pete tries to protest but you shut him up and march over to the other side of the ring. Marcel waits for you leaning casually against one of the ring posts.

"Well then, back for more already?" He asks you with a chuckle.

You laugh with him but keep to the task at hand. "Oh but we're enemies now, Marcel." You remind him.

"Well you know what they say, love." Marcel replies and pushes off the ring post. "Enemies always do make the best lovers." He leans in close.

Before either of you can close the gap for a kiss, Pete barrels around the corner and shoves Marcel out of the way and to the floor.

"Y/N! Fight now, flirt later!" He reminds you with a glare.

"Right!" You snap back to reality. "Damn, this job just got so much more fun!" You laugh as Marcel picks himself off the floor.

"You got that right." Marcel agrees. "I look forward to converting you to Imperium then, love."

A grin plays on your face. "I'd like to see you try, pretty boy." You challenge him.

[dempseyregal]

Unexpected Surprise Part 1

A/N: This has been in my drafts for a while and I couldn't even finish it so enjoy the first part of this hot mess while I try to finish the other part

“Fabian, are you alright?” Marcel waved his hand in front of his face, but Fabian didn’t as much as blinked in response. “You’re leaving? But why Y/N? I though you loved it here!” His voice cracked with rage and hurt, but I couldn’t handle to tell him the truth.

I was pregnant, with Fabian’s baby, and couldn’t stay to wrestle until after the birth. I decided to go to Scotland and stay with my brothers’ wife until after the baby was born, I wanted to lay low. But all I told Imperium was that I quit because of personal problems within the family.

“Joe and Mark aren’t quitting?! Wolfgang is still creeping around, why don’t they quit too?!” “Because it doesn’t involve my brothers. Wolfgang isn’t even remotely related to me in anyway. My sister-in-law is expecting and there are complications with her health. I am leaving to take care of her.” I replied as I took my stuff and walked out of the dressing room while the three of them started debating and arguing with one another.

*8 and a half months later*

I was in the crowd at Takeover New York, flew in with Abigail to see the guys wrestle. They didn’t say who they were facing, just that my sister-in-law and I had to come watch them live. She was 5 months pregnant, and my little boy was fast asleep in my lap. It was the first time I stepped foot on WWE property since leaving.

Gallus made they way down to the ring and suddenly the lights went out and Imperium’s music hit. My heart dropped when I saw the three of them standing on the ramp, sadistic expressions on their faces. I looked at Fabian, his beard had grown, and his body had exploded to twice the size as when I saw him last. Marco started waking up in my arms and I panicked. “What if he sees him? He doesn’t know Marco’s his.” I whispered over to Abigail, and she looked over at my brothers, who also must have sensed my panic state as they went to work on distracting Imperium from walking around the ring.

The match was brutal to say the least.  Just when Wolfgang thought he had them pinned, Alexander Wolfe came from nowhere and caused a distraction, having Fabian pin him, winning the match for Imperium. I was frantically observing the ringside area for Joe and Mark when Abigail grabbed my arm. “He’s coming, let’s go!” She grabbed Marco’s bag but before I could follow pursuit, Fabian was at the barricade, grabbing onto my arm. “Y/N?! What are you doing here? I thought your sister in law had a baby alre-“He froze when he caught sight of Marco now fully awake, his big blue eyes staring back at Fabian with a toothless grin.

“I have to go.” I practically ran after Abigail to the backstage area, hoping and praying that their locker room was open so I could sneak in and hide there. TO my luck, it was and Abigail pushed me inside, closing the door behind her. I heard a commotion outside the door, German shouting and banging on the door. Joe and Mark burst through, pushing me into the bathroom. “Keep the lad in here until I tell you its safe to get out. These idiots want to see the baby.” I nodded and locked the door when he ran out, Abigail looking at Mark with wild eyes before he pursued our brother.

After a while, there came silence and a small knock from the door. “Y/N, come on out.” Mark’s voice sounded from the other side of the door. I opened it and saw the anger on his face. They were all seated in the locker room. All four members of Imperium and Wolfgang, Joe and Abigail were sitting around the table, Mark placing his huge hand on the small of my back.

Fabian jumped up but Wolfgang shot up to block his way. “Remember the deal Aichner. You get to see him but not too close.” I panicked once again and held Marco tighter to my chest. “You had a baby and didn’t tell us, Y/N? Why would you disappear like that?” Marcel spoke up while everyone just stared at the baby in my arms, smiling at all of them. “He looks just like you.” Walter pointed out to Fabian, who was focused on the giggling little human.

“He’s mine? Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve been there to help you during the pregnancy, I missed his birth! I missed the visits to the doctor!” I felt like bursting into tears. “I- I thought that you would want to take him away from me. I didn’t want you to know because I was scared.” I whispered and all eyes were on me in an instant. “Why would he do something like that Y/N?” Wolfe asked and Joe stood up, taking Marco from me and carefully putting him on the table in front of them to see.

I took a seat with them as Mark followed suit, sitting next to me, positioning himself in between me and his wife. “Our father tried to take us away from our mother when we were kids. So my mother tried to keep us a secret from the rest of the family afterwards scared that my father would come back for us.” Joe said as Fabian leaned froward, Marko grabbing his fingers and giggling as he pulled him close.

“I kept all of the ultra sounds and had videos made of my doctor’s appointments and the birth… SO when Y/N was ready, she could give them to you.” My sister-in-law spoke, Fabian looking over at her then at Marko. Marko had Fabian’s finger in his mouth, drool all over his hand. “Can I see it?” He asked and I obediently walked over to the little black case that I carried around with me. I handed it to him, and Marcel opened it, taking out the contents and handing them over to Fabian. Inside, photos of my scans, when Marko was born, Marko wearing an Italian supporter’s outfit that Mark bought him, a photo of Marko next to the Imperium flag I was gifted.

“I want the two of you to move in with me.” Fabian said while rocking Marko to sleep. I sucked in a breathe as I saw Joe tense up. “Its alright Joseph. He’s Marko dad, he has the right to have him around.” Wolfgang tried to calm him down while I held onto Joe’s hand. “You knew this was going to happen sooner or later Joe. We have to move.”

[cuttingedge708]

I’m gonna regret this since I have shopping to do later in the afternoon but you know what I’ll be fine and coffee or tea will be my friend

(it’s 5:14am but I’ll be good I promise)

Plus I want to write and bless you with my subpar writing 🤣😭

CURRENTLY WRITING

THE SUN AND THE MOON🌙☀️

^ Tyler bate

NEXT IMAGINE

Queen conquers👑

^ Damian priest (judgement day)

(I don’t own this gif ^ it’s also the only good one of Damian in judgement day that I can find as of now 🤣)

So this is my plan for the rest of the day 😂 get the sun and moon done and then start writing queen conquers

[bellalutionn]

I’ve got a Marcel request! (I’ve never watched any of his matches but I just watched one of his interviews and I love German men).

An imagine where after a long date night he asks his gf to stay the night and she accepts. They don’t have sex, but it’s super fluffy. He teaches her some German and she teaches him American slang and they fall asleep in each other’s arms. But before she falls asleep he whispers “ich liebe dich” to her and it just fills her heart with such warmth.

wow🥺 this is so cute. i don’t have imagine requests open right now BUT i will make an exception because this just made me so happy and warm inside🥰 it’ll most likely be a drabble, let’s see!

taglist: @peachmango-kombucha @lghockey @girlmythlegend @sillynilly27

ICH LIEBE DICH ━━ MARCEL BARTHEL

you and marcel walked into his apartment, marcel slowly taking your jacket off of you. “here, i got it, liebe.” marcel nodded at you, “thank you, honey.” you said, sitting down at the counter. you guys had planned on watching a movie then you would go home, marcel had yet to invite you to stay overnight at his place.

you guys decided on watching shrek and once the movie was done you stood up. “it’s getting late, i should get going.” you said while stretching. “or you could stay the night.” marcel suggested, making you smile. “really?” you asked, marcel immediately nodding. “of course, i want you to stay with me.” marcel smiled at you.

as you laid back down in his arms, you guys started to talk about german and american slang. “geil can mean one of two things; talking about something in a good way, like food or it can mean.. horny.” marcel said, making you laugh. “well, shit. when i get horny i’m just gonna say geil to you and you’ll just know.” marcel shook his head, laughing.

“irre means crazy. like if i call you irre, it means you’re acting crazy.” marcel explained, “what about american slang? i’ve seen this one on twitter from fans. it’s called,” marcel thought for a second, “stan?” marcel questioned, making you started to laugh until the point of tears.

“it’s not funny, i really don’t know what the hell that means!” marcel exclaimed, making you laugh even more while playfully slapping his shoulder. once you were *finally* able to calm down, you took a deep breath to explain it to marcel. “it means they’re a huge fan of you. a loyal fan.” you explained as marcel made an o shape with his lips.

“y/n,” he said, “hm?” you said, “i stan you.” marcel said, making you laugh and kiss his cheek. “i stan you too, marcel.” you giggled, kissing his cheek again. “kudos is like, good job or good work.” you explained some more american slang to your german boyfriend before the both of you were absolutely exhausted.

you both laid in marcel’s bed, marcel caressing your hip with his thumb. “i had a really good time tonight, marcel.” you said, resting your chin on his chest and looking up at him. “i did too, liebe.” marcel replied as you snuggled in closer to his body.

marcel rubbing your hip made you feel loved and relax, sleep slowly taking over your body. as your eyes were about to close, you heard marcel whisper, “ich liebe dich.” which you knew meant i love you. you smiled to yourself, tightening your grip on marcel as you slipped into your slumber.

okay. this was more of a drabble rather than an imagine but i thought it was pretty damn cute lol. i love marcel!!