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[eclissiinunqualsiasimezzogiorno]

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

[eboni-napalm]

𝕊𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕋𝕠 𝕄𝕖 𝕃𝕚𝕜𝕖 ℂ𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕝 -- [𝟙]

SUMMARY: You've always been drawn to him, even when you knew you shouldn't be. But time passed, situations changed. You found yourself in his presence more often. Welcoming it. Craving it, even. And despite the burning, screaming sensation in the back of your head telling you that everything about this was so very wrong... ...you'd be a fool to deny that what your heart wanted was so very right.

aka; the five times when your nerves couldn't accept The Ring General's advances, and the one time where you finally embraced them. --CHAPTERS: [1] (you are here!) - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5]

WORD COUNT: 3,489

WARNINGS: None for this chapter.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm not sorry. I had to. This has been a long time coming,  I just needed to have my motivation come back properly so I could finally get off my ass and write something for this man because good LORD, I am in love and I am a whore.

TAGLIST: @eringobragh420 || @void-detective || @moonlight1254 (If you'd like to be added to be informed of future chapters, please let me know!)

The first time you truly met him in person, face to face, your heart was already racing a mile a minute- but not because of his presence.

You'd been aware of his existence for a number of years now- after all, with where you came from when you started wrestling, who wouldn't? The man formerly known as WALTER, now going by Gunther, was a man personified by years of discipline and grit, molded by pride and prestige, dripping with power and dominance. And while you never actually had the opportunity to cross paths with him directly, you'd heard from enough of your coworkers in NXT (and its UK subdivision that you had been a part of before the two merged together) to know just how much of an intimidating threat he was in the ring as well as outside of it. The very thought of even locking eyes with him on pure accident alone made you nervously swallow the lump that formed in your throat every time it came up.

But never in your nearly three decades of living could you have ever imagined what would happen when that day finally arrived.

Your time in the developmental brand had come to an end- meaning, you'd been one of the few sought-after people that the main roster had their eyes on, and you had been called up to RAW in the draft alongside your long-time best friend, Ilja Dragunov. The two of you became fast friends during both of your stints in NXT, each reigning as the top of your respective divisions with simultaneous Championship runs that only ended due to your inevitable rise to bigger and better opportunities. The Mad Dragon was the first name called from the list of your coworkers' names; you remember smiling from ear to ear as he grabbed your face and planted a firm kiss on your cheek before rising up from his seat and approaching Shawn after the initial shock had worn off. It didn't take too much more time before your name was announced as the next call-up, covering your mouth in elation as your dearest companion wrapped his arm around your shoulders and gave your bicep a squeeze in congratulations. And so, the two of you made your first appearance the next Monday night together, you trying as hard as possible to hide the metaphorical stars twinkling in your eyes- especially after finding out that both of you would be competitors in the respective King and Queen of the Ring tournaments. 

Somebody need to pinch you, you had to be dreaming.

You watched on with a broad smile as Ilja waltzed through a near Match of the Year contender bout with Ricochet, cheering louder than nearly everyone else in the back with you when he picked up the victory. Not quite an hour later, you'd done the same over Shayna Baszler, surprisingly pinning the Queen of Spades after a grueling match of your own. Riding the high of your first victory, you wanted to be as close to the action of your best friend's match as possible- and so, you found yourself accompanying him to his backstage interview about what was to come with his next match against Jey Uso. While you were clad in just a simple black tank top and skinny jeans, Ilja was in his full regalia; fur-trimmed red and gold cloak, white ring gear, and all. Just hearing him speak in his always present passionate and fiery yet elegant manner always brought a smile to your face.

And just as he was about to reach the pinnacle of his declarations for victory, you felt the air around you shift. The hair on the back of your neck stood on end, and an unconscious shiver shot up your spine. Then, you swore you sensed something- or rather, someone- standing close by. Very close by.

Immediately, you turned your head to the right, and you had to seriously fight the widening of your eyes at the person you saw next to you.

It was him.

Not quite a foot taller than you, short brown hair in a crisp crew-cut style, broad shoulders, the soft aroma of a simultaneously sweet and musky cologne dancing languidly with your sense of smell to the point where it nearly made your head spin. You caught yourself staring longer than you should have at him; more specifically, his arms- hugged beautifully flush by the sleeves of a tight, navy blue shirt to the point where you wouldn't blame yourself for thinking that the cotton material appeared painted on his skin from a distance. Head held high, but not too high- he blurred the line between arrogance and confidence so well that you weren't quite certain which one to describe him as, even though he had the skills and ability to back up said confidence or arrogance. Chiseled jawline, strong and sharp; it accented the rest of his features perfectly. You could see the low glint in his deep hazel eyes, which appeared to be narrowed ever so slightly, though it probably only looked that way with the angle his head was tilted to stare at your best friend- who had since now noticed his presence as well, boring defiantly into his gaze with a furrowed brow and tightened jaw. When the Mad Dragon's breathing became slightly more audible through his nostrils, you slowly moved into both of their lines of sight, resting a hand on the your long-time best friend's shoulder before you too, finally met the taller man's gaze, and your heart skipped at beat.

Gunther had also entered the King of the Ring Tournament; in fact, he was the first one to declare himself for it, and you knew for a fact that he was one of the immediate favorites to win the entire thing. However, the only thing that could keep him from making it all the way to the Finals without struggle or outright fail was one person- and that was Ilja. You were there in person for both of their bouts for the NXT UK Championship back during the pandemic era, and to this day, those matches still live vividly in your head. There was not a single doubt in your mind that Ilja was still the only person in the company that truly gave the leader of Imperium a run for his money every time he stepped foot in the ring... but even so, even with Ilja's unbreakable will and unmatched tenacity, he wasn't invincible. For the one man who could also beat him down was right in front of him-

And now he was staring at you.

The weight of his gaze eyeing you up in any capacity made your breath hitch and you mentally kicked yourself for having that reaction. The longer your eyes stayed locked on each other, the more you were able to deduce the look he was giving you- the Ring General seemed to be taking in your appearance, that much was for sure, but... he wasn't looking down at you. He wasn't perceiving you as an immediate threat, but also not some sort of nuisance, either. In fact, he seemed to almost be... studying you. Remembering you. Even though you'd never truly, formally met until this very moment. You knew him. He knew you. 

And then, the ends of his mouth curved upwards in what seemed to be a mix of a smirk and a smile, a soft exhale disguised as a chuckle escaping him. 

You hated the fact that the respective sight and sound made your cheeks flush pink with a vast flux of emotions. Annoyance, embarrassment, attraction- you inwardly smacked yourself upside the head at the very inclination of the thought, unconsciously digging your nails into the palm of your hand to stop yourself from letting even an ounce of that sensation come back to you. Stop. None of that.

Only then did his gaze fall back to Ilja, and with a slow, curt nod, he finally turned and walked away. 

The breath that you hadn't realized you had been holding finally fell past your lips in a heavy sigh, your shoulders finally relaxing as the handsome blonde man to your left moved to gently pat your back. "We should probably start collecting ourselves while we have the chance," he spoke, his gentle voice immediately calming and soothing the ringing in your ears. "My main event match isn't for another two bouts, but I'm sure both of us would want me to be fully ready for tonight."

With a smile, you nodded back at him with a nod of affirmation, following him back to your shared locker room for the last-minute preparations. But while you appeared back to your usual self on the outside, one nagging, lingering thought that still remained in the back of your head just wouldn't go away.

He was even more handsome in person.

--

The first time you were able to speak to him one-on-one, you nearly wanted to disappear into the floor after the words you said left your mouth.

It was a somewhat unfortunate circumstance that led up to that particular day- Ilja had lost his match to Jey, putting on the fight of his life as he always did, but luck just wasn't on his side. You, on the other hand, were almost certain there was a guardian angel smiling down on you for the last two weeks, for you had managed to get the best of Iyo Sky with a submission win in your Quarterfinals match, and somehow even won your Semifinals match against the incredible Lyra Valkyria, pulling out a pinfall victory over her by the skin of your teeth. However, even someone as strong and technically gifted as yourself couldn't put a stop to the woman fittingly dubbed, 'The Irresistible Force', and Nia Jax had ended your early winning streak with surprising authority, bringing your dreams of becoming Queen of the Ring to a violent, screeching halt.

To no one's surprise, especially your own, Gunther had also made it to the Finals for the men's bracket without much struggle or doubt- and of course, he emerged victorious over everyone else, and despite the controversy that hovered over his victory (which you secretly chose to ignore), could now rightfully call himself King of the Ring.

You'd been sitting backstage watching the remainder of the event with a few others, having finally shed your head-to-toe ring gear ensemble (you understood the laws and restrictions for women's clothing coverage in Saudi Arabia, but still weren't a fan of them either way) and changed into a much more comfortable look of a mesh-sleeved bodysuit and flowy silk pants to let your skin breathe and get some much needed fresh air while still fitting in with the dress code. When the man in previous mention stood tall after his match with Randy Orton, crown held high as the celebratory pyro exploded in a dancing flurry of bright red and gold fireworks, you almost found yourself wanting to applaud him- but stopped yourself at the last minute, not wanting to risk having several sets of possibly questioning and judgmental eyes on you if you did so.

When the show had concluded and everyone else had begun to disperse to gather their bags and other belongings, you found yourself lingering around in one of the backstage hallways, almost as if taking your time before you too went to grab your suitcase. The pure instinct to just not follow the others immediately to the rental vehicles to head back to the resort hotel and stay where you were- you yourself knowing full well why you had remained there- infuriated you, made you feel stupid, made you feel almost physically sick. 

Were you actually doing this? Resorting to this tactic just to get a single glimpse of a man who, despite knowing who you were, quite possibly wouldn't bother to give you the time of day? 

You were pulled from your self-deprecating thoughts by the sound of footsteps echoing against the small metal staircase that was attached to the entrance back in Gorilla, turning your head just in time for your stomach to leap up into your throat at the sight of the Ring General emerging from the curtains. His breathing was steady but still somewhat labored, a thin sheen of perspiration painted on his skin, which almost seemed to glow under the hallway lights. His familiar trademark trench coat was slung over one arm, the golden crown that signified his victory being held in the other, and a small white cloth was slung over his shoulders. You watched as he slowed his pace and came to a stop by a currently unused equipment case, placing the coat and crown on top of it before pausing to run the cloth over his damp hair and face, his lips falling open slightly with a long exhale. 

God forbid you'd admit out loud that the sight of that made your pulse drum against your throat.

After he'd dried off his shoulders, forearms, and most of his upper chest, he gently placed the cloth back around his neck, an arm reaching out to grab the coat before he started walking back down the hall, and only then you realized- most likely by accident, he'd left the crown.

You took the chance.

Removing yourself from your spot against the wall, you strode towards the abandoned cargo container, gingerly picking the golden object up in your hands- realizing that it was much heavier than it looked- and taking only a split second to eye it up before you nervously turned and followed the tall man in a brisk walk, hoping to catch up with him in time. Compared to his, your footsteps were much lighter and more quiet, as well as not quite able to match his pace, and you knew you wouldn't be able to reach him by simply trailing after him alone. And so, you swallowed the lump that formed in your throat, screwing your eyes shut for a moment before you opened your mouth.

"Gunther!"

The sound of your voice calling out his name finally made him stop and turn around, locking eyes with your smaller, pretty frame as you too, froze in place. For what seemed like an hour but was maybe no more than a couple of seconds, the air around you was unbearably quiet, comparable to a thick fog that clouded your brain as he stared at you with that familiar intense hazel gaze that you first saw not even three weeks ago. The way his skin still seemed to shine under the soft glare of the lights on the ceiling, the definition of the muscles of his bare arms more visible because of it, a single bead of sweat trickling down the outline of his strong collarbone, to his chest, and further down... down... down...

Attempting to ease and lift the lingering silence, you allowed a small smile to grace your lips, holding the crown out to him with one hand and did your best to let your body relax as you spoke with a lightly cheeky tone. "You dropped this, King."

Your comment seemed to do the trick; the Austrian's broad shoulders relaxed ever so slightly as his mouth curved into an almost invisible smirk and approached you with slow footsteps until he was just over a foot away from you, reaching to take the golden object from your hand in an uncharacteristically gentle manner. "Ah, thank you," he mused in response, and you had to steady yourself at the sound of his accent-laced baritone voice reaching your ears in such close proximity; it was heavy and smooth, laced with the faintest hint of an exhausted rasp that made your senses go haywire. He caught you staring- possibly thinking it was the crown, from what you wanted to assume- and he brought it back into your line of sight as it rested in his hands. "Pretty, isn't it?" He asked you, his voice somewhat hushed as his gaze met yours once again.

He wasn't wrong. Now that you were able to have the chance to truly take in the beauty of the King of the Ring trophy in its full glory, your eyes lit up at the blinding gleam of the solid gold crown, accented by a seemingly endless arrangement of small clear and gold crystals that surrounded the base and sparkled with the mirrored vibrancy of nearly a thousand rainbows. The curves toward the top were accented with more white crystals, and beautifully cut diamonds that were about the size of your small, perfectly manicured nails were inlaid at the tips. On top of that, a gold engraving of the WWE company logo was pressed perfectly into the center of the crown on both sides. You couldn't deny it was absolutely breathtaking.

Gently, almost in a feather touch, you ran two digits along one of the curved tips, the gold metal cool and smooth under your fingers. "I suppose this means you'll also be calling yourself the King General now, right?" You asked him in not quite a whisper, your smile still small but very much visible as you lifted your head up to face him better, not wanting to admit that you were aware of just how almost flirtatious your words sounded.

In response, Gunther's smirk widened slightly and he let out a breathy chuckle, as if matching your unconsciously coy energy. "Perhaps I might," he responded, the whites of his teeth visible as he grinned at you. "It's certainly fitting. But, let's be honest-" with a pause, he raised the crown up and gestured to it with his other hand in a subdued flourish. "I don't need this to add to my status, I already know for a fact that I'm the best."

There it was again; that blurred line between confidence and cockiness that was a significant part of his character. Still, you tilted your head slightly to the right, one eyebrow raised as the smile still remained on your face. "So sure of yourself," you murmured, a hint of good-natured sarcasm present in your tone.

Your words weren't replied to immediately like before, but you knew for certain that you wouldn't have the last word in this conversation. You blinked, and then realized that he was closer to you than he had been before, having lessened the gap of space between where you both stood by about half a foot, leaning down and forward to where you were in a position where you could brush your arm against his if you moved even an inch. The scent of his skin, mixed with his natural aroma and the familiar hints of sandalwood and something else that was so significantly him making you so wonderfully light-headed the longer you remained in his presence. "Oh, believe me, hübsches Dame," his voice had lowered in volume but had now taken on a somewhat darker tone, dripping with intrigue and enticement that made you simultaneously shrink back but also lean in to meet him all at once, his smirk widening in response to your body's instincts as he moved in to barely- just barely- grazed the shell of your ear with his lips as he whispered to you. "If there's one thing I'm certain you will know come to know very well about me, if you don't already... I am always sure of myself."

With that, he slowly, finally pulled back from where he stood and took a step back, but not before giving you one more confident smirk and accenting it with a slow wink before he turned away and walked down the hall, turning to round the corner towards his designated locker room and disappearing from sight.

Eyes fluttering closed with a shudder, you let out a long breath that you hadn't even realized you had been holding, one of your hands shooting up to touch at the side of your face he was so, so very close to as the other grabbed a fistful of your bodysuit where your heart would be, feeling it thud wildly against your chest. For several minutes, you were stuck in place, feeling glued to the floor from that interaction- as short as it was, Gunther had left such an impact on you and your state of mind that you knew for a fact he would be talking to you more often.

You felt your blood running hot through your veins, knowing that it wasn't just that fact combined with the Saudi summer heat that made sure you would need an ice cold shower tonight.

It was one other thing. One specific bit from the last sentence he spoke that wouldn't leave you, no matter how hard you tried to force it to go away.

He called you pretty.

And that was the most damning thing of all.

-- (1. hübsches Dame - pretty girl/pretty lady.)

[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.

[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.

[of-twilight-and-moonshadow]

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.

[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!!

[jasvvy]

[dimitrescus-bitch]

Lonely (Toni Storm x Reader)

smut

“No offense Rhea, but do you really have to be here?” you asked as you waited in the airport for your girlfriend to come back. Rhea scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest as she stared down at you. Rhea was barely an inch taller than you normally, but she had worn her highest heeled boots and dressed up to pick Toni up from the airport with you. “Because I was hoping that today I’d get to spend it with her, alone.” 

“You’ve been lonely, it’s not my fault you decided to start a long distance relationship when the world entered a pandemic,” Rhea teased you. You elbowed her in the ribs and it started a little competition only stopped when Toni pushed Rhea away from you. 

“Not a finger Ripley. I told you not to lay a finger on my precious girl,” Toni said and you stuck your tongue out at Rhea. The taller Aussie rolled her eyes and took Toni’s suitcase. “What happened to you picking me up alone?” 

“At least we’re not spending money on gas,” you told her. 

“Cool, but where’s my kiss?” Toni asked and you kissed her. She kissed you back and then tugged you off towards Rhea. She caught up with Toni on the drive back to your apartment and then you were finally alone with Toni there. Her suitcases were dropped by the door, which you locked, and then clothes were coming off in a flurry. 

“I have missed you so much. That was a nice thought, but terrible idea for us to fuck before you left,” you said. Your tone was, like you, desperate. Toni nodded and pushed you against the wall. You had never been happier to be living in a studio in your life. All the two of you really had to do was turn around and you were on the bed. “I missed this.” 

“Quiet, we can talk later,” Toni said. It was almost a pleading tone. Everything happened so quickly and you felt like you were a stupid teenager sneaking around in your bedroom again. What Toni did to your body though, was nothing that you could even wrap your brain around. Things had been sort of rushed and sloppy the first time you’d had sex, but now was different. 

The things that you had done to yourself on the video calls with her, she was doing to you with her mouth. With every stroke of her tongue and thrust of her fingers, you felt a metaphorical coil tighten inside of you. There was only so much your body could handle before it snapped and you were reduced to a sweating mess on the bed. And yet, a second wind of energy hit you and you found yourself giving Toni’s body as much attention as you could. 

“God, you’re so gorgeous,” you told her as you settled in between her legs. 

“I want you to look at me,” Toni said and you nodded. You used just your fingers on her. You watched every little twitch you could in her body as you fucked her. It hadn’t taken a lot for Toni to cum. It had been quite some time since either of you had felt the touch of another and she was soaked when you had started. “I love you.” 

“I love you too,” you said as you laid down next to her. Toni grabbed your hand in hers and smiled as she stared at the two of your hands, intertwined. “Next pandemic, let’s try to stick together.” 

[robinofgothamcity]

♡ starting prompt: based off a tweet i saw that said ‘we always kinda shipped them together. he kept scoffing that he didn’t like her and yet he always look at her first when someone made a joke to see if she was laughing too’.  

♡ pairing: walter hahn (WWE / NXT) x fem reader

♡ lyric inspiration: “come with me and you’ll be in a world of pure imagination. take a look and you’ll see into your imagination. i’ll be begin with a spin....”

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes

"who’s that?” Walter asked his blond friend. Marcel looked up to see you, headphones in and blaring music so loud that everyone was able to hear. “oh, that’s ( your name ). she’s Timothy’s-,” before he could finish the sentence, Timothy came up to you and gave you a quick hug, “that’s his manager. she also works in the front office,” he continued. 

Walter’s eyebrows went down in confusion. never in the time that they were together in RingKampf had he ever took interest in having a manager and from the looks of it, you were the exact opposite of Tim. from afar, you were bubbly, excitable, and cute. 

Tim was nothing of the sort. polar opposites one might say. 

you were sitting in your seat as Tim was eating lunch. dancing to whatever you were listening, Walter couldn’t help but laugh at your antics. he knew Tim like the back of his hand so the decision to make you his manager was either his doing or something that was out of his hand. 

“she’s....interesting,” he said under his breath, making Marcel look at him for a moment, “any particular reason why you’re so interested in her? she’s been his manager for a while now,” Marcel put in. Walter shook his head, deciding not to respond. 

you were Tim, watching as he scarfed down his dinner while you finished up a few papers that needed to get done for next weeks taping. you were supposed to be dressed and ready to go by six but because of Tim’s new storyline with the boys from Imperium, you had to figure out a few things before the match. 

Timothy was a bit hard headed at first, stating that he didn’t need a manager but after a while, he got used to having you around. you were almost like a pest that he cared about like a sister. 

“hey, your friends are over there! why don’t you say hi!” you exclaimed, seeing Walter, Fabian, and Marcel in a corner, speaking to each other, “no. we’re not supposed to be speaking with each other,” was all he said before continuing to eat. 

you huffed before scooting out of your chair, “well, I’m going to say hello. since we’re going to be working with each other, I guess it’s only right to get formalities out of the way,” you stated, making Tim’s eyes go wide in panic. 

he instantly tried to get you to come back but by the time he tried to reach for you to come back, you were already prancing over to them. 

“hi!” you exclaimed happily. Fabian, the friendliest of the bunch gave you a smile, “i’m ( your name )! Tim’s manager. it’s nice to meet all of you!” you introduced yourself, giving them your hand to shake. 

Fabian introduced himself, giving you a hug instead. Marcel on the other hand just took the handshake and murmured his name to you. Walter remained looking at you, not bothering to say anything outside of giving you a simple head nod. 

to the untrained eye, like yourself and others, Walter’s reaction was a given. he was never a man of many words yet to the boys and Tim, they could see that Walter was holding himself back. almost like he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words. 

you giving Walter a smile, one that would’ve made anyone fall for you but he just turned his head to another direction and started to speak to Marcel in German. you gave Fabian a confused look, wondering why he didn’t tell you much but you felt a hand clasp onto your shoulder a second after. 

“evening boys,” Tim’s voice spoke from behind you. you gave him another look, wondering why he went back on his word from earlier, “they’re looking for you in makeup and they’re pissed,” he whispered into your ear.

your eyes widened, realizing you were beyond late to get your makeup done. you gave them a quick goodbye, shoving your work into Tim’s hands and screaming at him to put it into your office before basically darting off to the makeup station. 

Tim, Fabian, Marcel, and now Alex who had shown up looked at Walter with suspecting eyes. no one said a word but Tim could sense Walter had taken an infatuation with you. 

+

a few weeks passed since your encounter with Walter and the rest of Imperium. since you were working 'against’ them now, outside of the ring, you got a bit close to Marcel and Alex. they would invite you to sit next to them when Tim wasn’t with you. 

you tried to get closer with Walter but he always closed you off. he would say absolutely nothing to you and when had too, it wasn’t anything besides a few words. at first you thought that maybe you just annoyed him to the point where he didn’t like you but eventually, Tim told you that he was just that way with anyone that didn’t know him. 

“good morning to my favorite Germans!” you said, running up to Marcel and Alex, engulfing them into a forced hug. they stood stiff, basically embracing the forced hug, “and Walter!” you added on, giving him a brief wave. 

“where’s your boyfriend?” Alex asked, looking around. you fluttered your eyebrows in confusion, “boyfriend? wanna tell me who that is?” you asked. Marcel gave you a hearty laugh, “Tim. he’s asking for Timothy,” he stated. 

you let out a laugh, louder than you intended as you sat down next to Walter and Alex, “Tim? my boyfriend? that’s like saying it’s gonna snow in Florida. never going to happen,” you joked, trying to calm down your giggles. “very defensive about it, aren’t ya?” Alex added on. 

“people love the idea that we’re secretly together but Timothy is like an annoying brother. I love him but I wanna kick his ass 90% of the time. the other 10 is caring that he doesn’t get killed by you guys.” 

before you could continue, you heard a producer call your name, telling you that you were needed to clear up a few things for Hunter. you told them goodbye and went over to the producer. 

“so she’s single, huh?” Alex said, tapping his chin. Marcel looked at him, “why do you care?” he asked. Alex shrugged, “now that we know maybe this idiot will ask her out,” he mentioned. 

Marcel let out a laugh as Walter stared at him annoyed, “yeah right. he actually has to make conversation first and he can’t even do that with her. I’ve been hearing a few people have been interested in asking her out. not that she knows or anything,” Marcel said quietly. 

he actually had no idea if anyone was interested in you or not. personally, he could have cared less but he knew his best friend better than anyone else. Walter liked you, he was just too much of a chicken shit to actually admit to it. 

“who?” Walter asked almost immediately. Marcel closed the circle in, “for starters, in the NXT roster is Jordan Devlin and Sami Zayn from Smackdown has been rumored to have gotten her number,” Marcel lied. Alex perked at the names, “and how did you find out?” he asked, a bit suspicious that he knew. 

Marcel shrugged, not bothering to say anything for a moment, “oh, just heard a few of the girls talking yesterday while I was working out,” Walter stared at the table, his mind racing with thoughts. he never knew others actually had taken an interest in you, not that it was wrong to do as such but he was taken back that it was more than one person. 

“what has you so quiet all of a sudden?” Walter shook his head, not responding as he got up, taking his jacket with him and leaving the table. “I wonder what his problem is,” Alex murmured. Marcel laughed, “he’s finally going to grow a pair and ask her out,” Marcel stated. 

-

you were working in your office, sorting through a few different files you needed for a storyline in the women’s division. it was already late into the night as you filed the sheets away and started to get your things ready to leave.

“of course this week had to be my busiest week, now I have to call an Uber home,” you groaned. you had put your car in the shop because of a few issues it had and it wasn’t expected to get finished until at least Monday, “god damn it Tim, you just had to leave,” you huffed. 

just as you pulled your phone out, you saw Walter walking out of the locker room, “hey Walter! what are you doing here so late?” you asked, trying not to make it awkward, “I stayed working out late,” he said. 

you nodded, “ah, don’t overwork yourself now,” you mentioned, “but give me a second? I need to call an Uber home. my car is stuck at the mechanics until Monday and Tim already left,” Walter’s eyes widened, realizing this was his chance. 

“I have a car, I can take you home?” he asked, trying not to come off as intimidating. you perked up in relief, “really? that would be so amazing!” you said happily. he grabbed his keys and jiggled them, “my cars on the other side of the building,” he said.

you followed behind, trying to make conversation and interestingly enough, he was actually responding to you like a normal person would. not those snippets of conversations he would say around the others. 

the entire ride home, you were trying to crack jokes, seemingly trying to make him laugh which ended in you making an idiot out of yourself and making him laugh that way instead. Walter had never realized he actually liked you as much as the others would joke he did but now that it was just the two of you, he could sense the feelings were there. 

the ride to your house was a bit on the shorter side. you lived in a small two bedroom house, closer to Full-Sail than he thought. just as he put the car into park to let you get out, you turned around and gave him a smile, making Walter glad that it dark outside and you weren’t able to see his sudden red face. 

“I know this is weird but would you like to come in? I have food I made for myself this morning after I came from work and I’m sure there’s enough for you.” 

Walter sighed in relief. 

“I would love too.”