#to see that turned into a professional storyline would be amazing

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Marvel should hire you to do a gag spin-off comic about the minus and their antics. LOL The plushies and figurines would sell like hotcakes!

Awwwww tyyy! Honestly that would be a dream come true getting to do a gag comic for marvel? Amazing. If anyone’s got a marvel contact, I’d love to get to know them. They make sure to let them know. I’m not making any money off of this currently and I do not claim to own any of this characters lol

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GIF BY @Romanreigns

Female reader X Roman Reigns

Tag list: @cosmiccandydreamer @cutttteeee @potatosackk

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Tensions run high as the WWE Netflix debut kicks off with an electrifying opening segment. Unexpected confrontations shake the arena, leading to a shocking display of dominance and confidence. The crowd erupts as emotions and stakes reach an all-time high. Lines between reality and performance blur in a moment that leaves everyone questioning what’s next. The night ends with an unforgettable statement, setting the stage for what’s to come.

AN: nothing is ever proofread when I write anything long. So, if there are mistakes sorry.

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It had already been a month since you and Roman told Paul Levesuqe that you would carry on with your romance storyline. The netflix debut was finally happening and Paul had requested that you and Roman open the show. Of course, you both did not deny. Fans would go wild, finally getting confirmation of the two of you still being together. 

Roman, who had previously been radio silent since the breakup, could not stop texting you. It felt good to have him back; it felt like you finally reunited with your best friend. 

A text from Roman caused your phone to illuminate the dark hotel room. Without hesitation, you reached for your phone. The text read: ‘I just feel excited to have my partner back. You and I made and still make a great team, even though you never really needed me. You’ve always been amazing. I'll see you tomorrow, Y/N.’ The subtle trace of flirtation that was embedded in the text caused the words to still linger in your mind. 

‘See you tomorrow, Roman. I can’t wait either.’ You responded. 

The anticipation for the debut combined with the words Roman sent kept you from sleeping properly at night. You found yourself constantly tossing and turning, which was not good, but at least you felt excited again. 

By the time you knew it your alarm went off, you realized you dozed off without realizing it. Thankful for the sleep your body allowed you to have, you woke up and grabbed your phone to turn off the alarm. You were slightly disappointed to not see a text from roman awaiting you, but you shrugged it off. Afterall, the two of you weren’t really back together– it is just an on screen romance now. 

You set your phone back down, pushing the blankets off your body and getting yourself out of bed. You let out a sigh, stretching a bit before you got yourself ready for your morning workout. As soon as you finished putting your shoes on, a text from Roman appeared. It read: ‘meet me in 30 for a morning workout?’ 

The simple words lit up on your phone sent the butterflies in your stomach flying. It had you questioning yourself; could you really keep it professional with Roman? Could you swallow these feelings and forget about them? The uncertainty kept you from responding fast. After 10 minutes of interrogation with yourself, you replied with a simple ‘yes’. Now that you had him back in your life, even if it were just for business purposes, the addiction to him grew again. The more you wanted to walk away from this arrangement, the more you dug yourself deeper. 

After what felt like the longest 30 minutes, you finally met with Roman at the gym. Roman opened his arms, gesturing a hug. ‘A hug?’ You thought to yourself before going in and giving him a big embrace. You melted into his arms, the smell of him consuming you. For a second, you didn’t want to let go. His scent, his embrace… it felt too intoxicating… it felt… like home. 

You let go of his embrace, not wanting to allow him in your inner thoughts. ‘Keep it professional’, you told yourself. To your misfortune, there was nobody in the gym. Every other performer was out at their preferred gyms, but Roman always knew when they gym would be empty. ‘Great,’ you thought to yourself, ‘nobody to ease the tension… thanks, Roman!’

“I am too excited for tonight. The fans are going to absolutely lose it.” He said, while grabbing a mat and gesturing for you to lay down. Great, he remembers your routine– you always started with dynamic stretches. This specific one, though, was intended for when you had a partner. Roman and you would always do partner stretches… It was thoughtful, but you were already hesitant due to the thoughts flooding your mind. Still, you laid down.

Gently, Roman got down on his knees and lifted your leg. Slowly, he pushed your leg back, stretching your hamstring. “Yeah, I think so too!” You replied, trying to make sure there was no emptiness in response. His chest was pressed against your calf muscle while his hands rested on your knee, holding your leg in place. You could feel your heartbeat increasing already; Romans touch was always so gentle, but something about it always felt sensual. You felt the heat rush to your cheeks, but at this moment all you could do was pray they weren't completely red. After 30 seconds, Roman switched to the other leg. This time, his hand was a little lower, grazing your upper thigh. 

Once you two stopped stretching, you could feel your heartbeat calm down. Finally, his hands were off you for a moment. You found yourself thanking God, but also craving more.

“Thank you for this, by the way. You didn’t have to stretch with me.” You said, getting up from the floor. 

He let out a chuckle, “I know you, you can’t work out without stretching. Besides, partner stretches are our thing– and they feel better.” 

The mixed signals he was throwing made you feel like you were going crazy; was he flirting? Was he just being friendly? You couldn’t tell, the lines started getting blurrier. 

The two of you finished dynamic stretches and then went on to start your workout. You hopped on the treadmill, ready to run your emotions out. Roman followed right behind you, giving you competitive eyes. “You can’t go faster than me or longer, so don't give me those eyes, sir!” You laughed, pressing the green button on the treadmill to start it. Roman copied, letting out a full laugh now. 

“I could outrun you any day, Hon'” he declared. 

The nickname almost caused you to lose focus. He was getting too comfortable again, causing you to fall into a pit of mixed emotions. You locked back in on running. Of course, you won. 

“Aww, man. We should’ve bet on that!” You laughed, turning off the treadmill.

After an hour and a half, you and Roman finished your workout and finally parted ways. Finally, you loaded up your tour bus and made your way to the arena. Every emotion in the human body was felt during that ride to the arena. However, you finally calmed down once you arrived inside. With a couple hours until showtime, you proceeded to get ready.

After hours of hair, makeup, and wardrobe, you were finally ready. You could feel your heart beating out of your chest as you searched backstage for Roman. Once you spotted him, it was like the two of you synced up; your eyes locked on to his. 

“New gear? I’m a little jealous.” He laughed, eventually getting to you and giving you a friendly hug. Still, his embrace made you want to fall deeper into him. 

“Of course. It isn’t everyday we get to open the show with a woman's match. I need to look my best.” You smiled, doing a twirl to show roman the full gear.

“I love black and hints of red, it really suits you, my tribal chieftess.” He jokingly bowed. You felt the heat back in your cheeks, but this time you knew they were red. There was no hiding it.

Soon, it was time to start the show. Roman gave you another hug before he went out and did his big opening entrance with Paul Heyman alongside him. Watching him work from the backstage camera, you prepared yourself to step out into the madness.

After everyone acknowledged him, Nia Jax paid a visit to Roman. The bit was that the bloodline had gone astray, with Nia Jax hating Roman for believing he was suited to make decisions on behalf of the family. 

“Roman… I am going to have to stop you there.” She said, making her way to the ring. 

“I am sick and tired of hearing you speak.” The crowd booed her, but she didn’t let it stop her. Paul Heyman was seen yelling at the referees to remove her, but of course, they didn’t. Roman looked at paul, gesturing for him to give her a moment to speak. 

Nia continues talking, “You think you are better than us. Who crowned you dictator of this family?” The crowd still booed her.

“I think you know who did.” As if on cue, the crown began to put their pointer fingers in the air, acknowledging Roman. 

“You’re not fit… you’ll never be fit. I think it's time for a new chief… Maybe a chieftess?” She laughs, cockily smirking at him. 

“And what deems you fit? The fact that you 

Roman’s smirk matched Nia's as he stayed calm, leaning into the role of the confident leader. He let the crowd react, then slowly stepped forward, a slight chuckle escaping his lips. With his piercing gaze, he locked eyes with Nia and said, “New chief? Chieftess? You wanna take the throne? You gotta be ready to run the whole show, and believe me, Nia, you ain’t ready for what it takes. But hey, if you want to keep throwing jabs at me, that’s cute... Just know, you’re about to be humbled.” He shrugged his shoulders, bringing the mic back down to his hip. 

“Don’t get it twisted, Roman. You might think you’re untouchable, but let’s not forget—I’m the one who can knock you down a peg or two. And you? You might have the title, but you sure don’t have the respect anymore.” She let the words sink in before locking eyes with him, and in one swift motion, her hand swung out to smack him across the face. The crack of her slap resounded in the arena, as she backed up with a confident, almost playful look. Paul Heyman, who went absolutely crazy, stepped in the middle of Nia and Roman, of course without touching her, he yelled for her to leave.

There was your cue. 

Romans music started playing, confusion painted on the whole crowd's face before you came running out. Bet the fans didn’t think you’d be here– let alone stealing Roman’s music; that was his idea, he thought it would symbolize unity. 

You rushed into the ring, your body gliding through the bottom rope with ease. You made it to your feet, Nia Jax attempting to lay a punch to your face. As you got to your feet, Nia Jax swung a punch toward your face, but you ducked under it, spinning around to clothesline her to the mat. 

As Nia laid there on the mat, you took the moment to taunt her, making the crowd go insane. They couldn't believe you were there, they couldn't believe any of this was happening! You stood tall over Nia before yelling, “Not today, Nia.” The crowd could barely hear it, but the camera’s caught it. 

“Guess the chieftess has to teach you some respect, huh?” You yelled, your words echoing throughout the ring. Roman stood back, a cocky smirk propped on his face. His eyes glistened while watching you work. You ran to the corner of the ring, waiting for Nia to stand up. 

“Oh no! I think she’s gonna do it, Pat!” Michael Cole announced.

“After a month off, she comes back like this? I think we are in for a promising return, Michael.” Pat offers his commentary. 

The crowd's volume went higher– something you thought would never happen before. You got ready, planting your feet and taunting Nia as she rose up from the ground. In seconds, you ran and speared her. You stood up, flipping your hair out of your face. Nia Jax rolled out of the ring, stumbling when getting up to leave. 

The crowd’s energy is still buzzing from your spear, and you use that moment to take control. With a fierce tone, you raise the mic to your lips, staring straight at Nia, who’s backing off, “You wanna challenge my man for the title of ‘chief’? You better show up with more than just talk and slaps. The only chieftess here is me. Better start respecting the name, Nia... or I’ll be the one making you bow down.” 

With a confident smile, you drop the mic, throwing a glance at Roman, who’s still watching, clearly pleased by the display. You take a moment to soak in the crowd’s reaction before going to Roman, you plant a strong kiss to his lips, something the two of you had talked about. The intensity of the moment felt perfect. The kiss felt electric, with thousands of fans screaming. You felt romans hand snake to the back of your waist, pulling you in. You could feel the sparks as your hands went up and cupped his face. You didn’t want to stop, but knew you had to. You both pulled back from each other, sharing an intense stare. You wondered if he felt the same.

Romans music started playing once more. You, Paul, and Roman made your way out of the ring. Hand-in-hand with him, you both strutted confidently to the backstage area. 

TO BE CONTINUED…

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Misguided Messages

Summary: Y/N’s ex can’t handle the fact that she moved on from him and she’s happy with Hook. But when he starts doing more than sending them glares backstage, Hook makes it known that you don’t ever threaten his girl.

Warnings: creepy ex, cussing, violence, blood, threats, fights, protective!Hook, angst?, fluff, simp!Hook, teensy tiny bit of spice if you squint

𝘼/𝙉: AAAAHHHHH, I’m doing it! I’m finally posting an imagine🥳😭 I hope you guys love it! It’s definitely not perfect, and I’ve got a lot to learn, but I tried my bestest! And of course I have to give SO MUCH THANKS to @99hook!!🧡 I would never have posted this if it wasn’t for her love and support!!!! Thank you so much bestie for motivating me and I hope you love it bestie!!!🥰🧡🖤

Having an ex work at the same company as you shouldn't be that big of a deal.

You'd think everyone should be able to behave professionally and go about their day to day lives normally.

But no; because Y/N's ex didn't know the meaning of the word normal.

He was a low card wrestler at AEW; barely even on tv. He was only shown when the better wrestlers needed an easy win.

She had dated him a long time ago, back when she was in college and he was still in the indies.

But now she had risen the ranks in AEW backstage, and was a fan favorite backstage interviewer and occasionally she even got to dabble in storylines.

It was right around when he first joined Team Taz that Hook met Y/N.

There was an instant attraction between the two, and she even pulled his first words out of him in a backstage interview.

Everyone could see the chemistry between them; even the fans picked up on it.

The fans really started to ship them after a particular incident.

"So Ricky, Hook, how is Team Taz feeling about the upcoming-" Her question is cut short when Darby Allin and Sting come from out of nowhere and attack the two. 

Y/N let's out a pained yell as she gets pushed over in the chaos and twists her ankle.

Her eyes widen however when Hook punches Sting extremely hard in the gut, before running over to kneel beside her.

He scoops her up into his arms and backs away from the fight. "Are you ok?"

"I'm ok" she replies. "You should go help Ricky, I'm alright"

Hook just shakes his head no, casting one more glance over to Ricky. He and Ricky exchange nods, and he knows Ricky's got it handled.

So he turns and walks down the hall towards the medical room. "I saw you land on your ankle; how bad does it hurt?"

"Not that bad" Y/N answers. "I think my heels just made it hurt worse"

Hook nods, and it's then that he notices the camera man following them.

He scowls, and adjusts Y/N so he's holding her with one arm before shoving the camera to the ground. "Get that shit out of her face!"

After that, fans were itching to see them get together. And even though neither one were willing to admit it, they were too.

But it wasn't until Hook's in ring debut that it finally happened.

"Hey Hook!" Y/N runs over to him with an excited smile. "Are you excited to debut?!"

"Damn.." Hook can't help but audibly groan at the sight of her.

She was always a sight to behold, but tonight she looked even more breathtaking than usual. She had on a cropped corset top with a see through bodice that had floral lace patterns etched onto it, high waisted leather short-shorts, knee high black boots that had orange rhinestones bedazzling the heel, her natural hair down, and very light makeup; the only pop of color was bright orange highlighting the inner corner of her eye.

"Y-Yeah" Hook stutters out an answer to her question.

"You're gonna do absolutely amazing!" Y/N encourages.

He smiles, bashful at her praise. "Thanks Y/N"

"Tyler!" The two look up when Hook's name is called.

Taz, who was walking over to check on his son, can't help but smirk and chuckle at the pink color on Hook's cheeks. That was definitely not something you see everyday.

"How are you feeling about your first match son?" Taz asks, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm all good dad" he replies.

"And Y/N, it's always lovely to see you honey" Taz greets. "And you're representing the FTW colors, I love it"

"Thanks Taz" Y/N grins. "I thought it was appropriate given Hook's debut"

"Absolutely!" Taz agrees with a grin. "You know, it's a shame to put that outfit to waste"

"What do you mean?" Y/N asks.

"Well, Ricky and Hobbs aren't able to go out with Hook tonight. So, if you're both cool with it, you could go out with him. Maybe stand ringside" Taz offers.

Hook's eyes widen as he shoots his dad a warning look. His dad was always trying to meddle with him and Y/N-

"I'd love to!"

His eyes widen even more as his head snaps back down to look at Y/N. "R-Really?"

"Yeah! If you'd like me too, of course" Y/N replies.

"Yes! I'd be happy for you to" Hook scrambles to get the words out fast enough before doing his best to recollect himself and return his face to its usual stoicalness.

Taz let's out a laugh, before patting Hook's shoulder. "Well I best be going, commercial's almost over and I gotta get back to commentary. You're up next son, and you're gonna do great. See you two later"

They both say goodbye before Hook turns to Y/N. "Sorry he just volunteered you to do that. You really don't have to if you don't want to"

"What are you talking about?" Y/N asks. "Of course I want to"

Before Hook can respond his music hits.

"Well go on!" Y/N encourages. "I'll be right behind you"

He smiles back at her, and takes a deep breath before daring to peck her on the cheek really quickly before walking out.

Y/N falters for a second, and blushes wildly while her fingers brush over where he kissed her.

Then she snaps out of it and follows him out.

Y/N grins proudly at the pop he gets from the audience, and claps along with them as she trails behind him down the ramp.

He circles the ring as Y/N stops in his corner.

Hook climbs in and walks over to his corner, paying Fuego Del Sol no mind as he leans against the turnbuckle.

Y/N smirks mischievously before climbing up to the apron and looking right in Hook's eyes.

He has to stop himself from reacting to the close proximity of their faces as she leans against the opposite side of the turnbuckle.

"I know you're gonna do amazing" she smiles softly, running her hand over his jaw.

He has to fight as hard as possible to stop a smile from overtaking his face.

Her thumb trails over his bottom lip as he stares at her adoringly.

And when the ref walks over to tap Hook on the shoulder so he'll turn around, she pecks him right on the lips before hopping off the apron and down to ringside.

His eyes widen, and his eyes trail after her.

She smirks at him, and points towards Fuego to indicate he should turn around.

He sends her a smirk back before turning to focus on his match.

He officially asked her to be his girl as soon as they got backstage, and she was so excited to say yes. After that Y/N and Hook were always together.

She always accompanied him to the ring, and Hook would be lying if he said he didn't love getting to show her off.

Y/N in turn, loved to be shown off by him. The way he was so proud to be her boyfriend made her heart melt.

Y/N was also not afraid to get in someone's face if they were messing with Hook.

At Hook's third match, when QT Marshall grabbed his ankle, Y/N was quick to intervene.

"Hey! Bastard!" Y/N storms around the ring to plant herself face to face with QT Marshall.

Was he much bigger than her, and a trained wrestler? Yes. But did he intimidate her? Not at all.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh!" Ricky exclaims from commentary. "Pissed off woman headed your way QT! Better watch out!"

Taz laughs. "Ain't no saving him now!"

"Keep your pathetic hands to your damn self!" She screams. "You're just pissed because Hook has already surpassed you and this is only his third professional match! You're so desperate to prove that you can train someone better than him; and you're too stupid to realize that's never gonna happen! Because Hook has more natural talent in his pinky finger than you have in your whole body!"

Hook can't help but peer over at his girl, a cocky smirk resting on his face as he watches her defend him.

"You listen here-" QT points his finger in Y/N's face.

But he's cut off by the bell ringing, signaling the end of the match.

Neither of them had realized that Hook locked Solo in a redrum.

Y/N let's out a cheer as she hops up onto the apron, but before she fully steps into the ring QT beats her to it.

Hook lightly pushes her back, signaling for her not to get in as he steps up to QT.

Hook turns away from QT after a moment, sick of the man yelling in his face, and that’s when QT grabs Hook's arm and yanks Hook around to face him.

The look on Hook's face is dangerous, and QT quickly raises his hands in surrender.

But it was way too late, and Y/N lets out a laugh when Hook hits him with an overhead throw and plants him onto the mat.

Hook turns back to her, and jumps out of the ring. He stops and holds his hand out to help her down.

She smiles at him as the two walk up the ramp, with Hook placing his hand on Y/N's hip and pulling her into his side.

"You screaming at him was so fucking sexy" he breathes into her ear.

Y/N looks up at him, and he smirks at the blush on her face.

But QT Marshall just never knew when to quit.

The match between Serpentico and Hook was extremely quick.

Serpentico didn't even have an opportunity to take his kimono off before he tapped.

Taz, Ricky, and Y/N were all laughing and cheering for Hook's win as he kept Serpentico locked in the redrum after the bell.

But Y/N's smile morphs into a glare when QT Marshall comes strolling out. "Hey, hey, hey, hey, this is the exact crap I'm talking about! Hey! This is what I'm talking about! You idiots don't realize what he's doing!"

Hook lets Serpentico go to turn and face QT with an annoyed look.

"Hitting the guy before the bell, keeping the choke on too long. His dad's laughing about it, his girlfriend's cheering him on" QT complains.

Y/N quirks an amused eyebrow at him, and nods her head.

Taz laughs again from his seat at the commentary table. "Yeah I am"

Hook just rolls his eyes and waits for Y/N to join him at his side before walking up the ramp.

"He's a delinquent!" QT exclaims.

Y/N intertwines her fingers with his as they walk by QT without acknowledging him.

But Y/N let's out a surprised yelp when QT grabs her arm and turns her to face him.

Hook feels her be yanked back, and whips around with a furious glare.

He pushes Y/N behind him, before getting chest to chest with QT.

QT continues to scream, but Hook doesn't really hear any of it. All he knows is that QT touched his girl.

Hook grabs QT and T-Bones him as hard as he can.

Hook stands up, and walks over to Y/N. "You ok baby?"

"Yeah, I'm good Ty" she answers with a smile.

Hook takes her hand again, and steps over QT's body.

He then turns around to place his hands on Y/N's waist and pick her up to place her on the other side of QT so she doesn't have to step over him.

Taz is still laughing at commentary as the two walk backstage. "You never put your hands on Hook's girl! And if you do, he's gonna teach you a lesson you'll never forget!"

"They're like AEW's Bonnie and Clyde!" Excalibur says with a laugh.

Y/N also started learning to commentate around that time, and Taz was happy to be her mentor.

Y/N was sitting at the commentary table next to Taz. She was quiet for the time being, because QT Marshall was out there with one of his students and Y/N refused to acknowledge him.

But then something catches her attention, and she turns to look at QT with a raised eyebrow. "Ladies and gentlemen, the recipient of the first ever QT Marshall certificate of accomplishment: Hook!"

She crosses her arms as she stares QT down, suspicious of his intentions.

But she can't help a smile growing on her face when Hook's music hits, and he comes walking out.

He glances over at her before making his way down the ramp.

"What?!" Chris Jericho exclaims surprisedly.

"The cold-hearted handsome devil: Hook" Excalibur says.

"Here he comes!" Jericho exclaims excitedly.

"We're not quite sure what the hell this is about with QT and the certificate of accomplishment" Taz says.

"Hook looks annoyed that somebody woke him up to send him out here" Jericho laughs, making Y/N laugh as well. "He probably is"

"QT likes to take a lot of credit for training Hook" Y/N rolls her eyes.

Y/N goes to stand up, but Taz grabs her arm and lightly pulls her back down. "Don't go smacking the guy up just yet Y/N" he says with a chuckle.

Y/N recrosses her arms as she keeps her eyes fixed on the ring.

"This is such a special night" QT starts. "I mean normally a mentor-" he stops when the crowd starts chanting for Hook. "Yeah, give it to him guys. He deserves it. Normally a mentor would get jealous when his protege surpasses him, but not me, I'm not a selfish kind of guy-"

Y/N laughs when the audience boos at that.

"I'm not!" QT insists. "So I’m just gonna get right to it.  Hook, congratulations. This is something you're gonna be able to tell your grandkids about. You are the recipient of the inaugural, first ever, QT Marshall certificate of accomplishment"

QT takes the plaque from Aaron Solo as he shoots off a confetti gun.

Y/N can't help but giggle at the unimpressed look on Hook's face as confetti falls around him.

"What the hell is going on?" Taz groans.

But then Hook slams Solo's head into the certificate, making Y/N and Taz burst into laughter as Hook makes his way back up the ramp.

But Y/N's smile drops when Danhausen comes creeping out from backstage.

She immediately stands up and storms over when Danhausen tries to curse Hook.

Hook is completely unfazed, and moves to step around Danhausen.

But Y/N snatches the back of Danhausen's shirt and pulls him around to face her before slapping him right in the face.

Everyone at the commentary table cringes at the sound.

"Y/N just slapped the taste out of Danhausen's mouth!" Jericho laughs hysterically at the shocked look on Danhausen's face.

"I think the curse backfired on Danhausen!" Excalibur exclaims.

"You don't mess with Y/N's man you guys" Taz laughs.

Hook wraps his arm around Y/N's waist and pulls her backstage as she glares at Danhausen.

"Calm down mamas" he breathes into her ear.

Hook smirks as she falters, and he admires the blush lighting up her face. "You like that nickname mamas?"

Y/N nods, burying her face in his chest as she hugs around his torso.

He laughs softly and presses a kiss on top of her head. "The last time you reacted like that was when I called you babygirl"

He just laughs again when she has a similar reaction, before swatting his chest. "Stop teasing me!"

"I'm sorry babygirl" he says in a low tone. He lets his hands trail down her body to rest on her hips. "I didn't mean to tease you. I just love those cute little reactions.. my cute girl"

Y/N smiles up at him, and gets on her tip toes to press a kiss to his nose.

Hook's face flushes red, and it's Y/N's turn to smirk. "It's ok, because I love your cute little reactions too honey"

Hook squeezes her hips, and leans down to bury his head in the crook of her neck. That nickname always made him bashful and blush.

Y/N giggles and runs her fingers through his hair.

Even after Hook accepted Danhausen as a tag partner, Y/N was a little unsure of him.

She didn't like how he wanted to fight Hook at first, and Y/N was a little protective of Hook.

But he did grow on her eventually, and she was so excited when the two worked together to beat Tony Nese and Mark Sterling.

But it was around this time that Y/N's ex was suddenly unable to keep his stupid fucking mouth shut.

"Hello Miss Y/N" she hears from behind her, and turns to face Danhausen with a smile.

"Hello Danhausen" she greets back. "How are you today?"

"Very well, very well indeed. I just came over to see-"

"Y/N" Danhausen is cut off by a man he doesn't recognize stepping out in front of them.

Y/N rolls her eyes, but Danhausen notices the way she takes a step closer to him. "What do you want Matthew?"

"I just wanted to talk to you without your little boy toy behind you" Matthew scowls.

"Uh, hello. Danhausen here" Danhausen waves. "She has a very evil friend instead"

"Like I'm scared of you" Matthew laughs.

"Like you have any room to talk" Y/N retorts. "At least Danhausen gets matches. When was the last time you wrestled? I don't even know, but I'm sure it was a throw away match to get someone else over"

Y/N smirks at the look on Matthew's face, knowing what she said was true.

"Just leave me the fuck alone Matthew" Y/N demands. "You know I have a boyfriend. And he is a hundred times the man you could ever dream of being, and makes me a million times happier than you ever did"

With that she grabs Danhausen's arm and pulls him down the hall with her.

"I'm not gonna give up that easily! Mark my words, you'll be hearing from me!" Matthew yells.

Danhausen turns to curse him, but Y/N just yanks him down the hallway. "He's not even worth it"

"Who was that despicable person?" Danhausen asks.

"He's just an ex" Y/N answers. "He just has a hard time accepting that I broke up with him. He hadn't bothered me in a while though.. I thought he was finally gonna leave me alone"

"We should tell Hook" Danhausen says.

"No! Please don't!” Y/N immediately replies. "Tyler will loose his damn mind, and he needs to be focused on his match tonight. The last thing I want is for him to get suspended or something because he attacked Matthew. Which we both know is what he'll do"

Danhausen is silent for a few moments, before huffing. "Fine, Danhausen will not tell for now. But if he bothers you any more we must"

It didn't take very long for him to do just that.

But this time he made the mistake of doing it when Hook was around.

Y/N giggles at a joke Danhausen tells her as the two sit in catering.

It was late; the last match had wrapped up a while ago, so they were the only ones there.

They had decided to hang out at the venue a little later than usual, and Hook was now taking a shower really quick before the three headed out.

"Hey Y/N"

"Ew!" Danhausen screams. "It is creepy rat man!"

Y/N can't help but burst out in laughter at Matthew's expense.

"I want to talk to you" Matthew says, attempting to be assertive in his tone.

But Y/N had changed a lot from the meek girl she was when she was with him. That tone may have worked on her once, but never again.

And she knew that infuriated him when she looked over at him with a bored expression. "I don't wanna talk to you though. So too bad"

"You really think you're all that now because you're Hook's latest piece of ass, huh? He doesn't give a damn about you, but you're too fucking stupid to realize that. He'll never treat you the way I did-"

"The way you did?!" Y/N exclaims, jumping up from her seat to glare daggers at him. "You're right. Tyler would never treat me the way you did. He would never treat me like I'm worth nothing more than a fuck. You expected to be able to treat me like shit, and then still have me waiting for your beck and call. Well newsflash Matthew; you may have destroyed me back then, but I healed myself. And Tyler has shown me what it's like to be loved. He's shown me what being with a real man is like"

"Hey bitch!" Everyone's head snap over to the hallway, where Hook is storming over with a look in his eyes that Y/N had never seen.

Hook snatches Matthew up by the collar with a dangerous look on his face before landing a vicious punch right on his jaw.

"Tyler!" Y/N exclaims as Danhausen immediately tries to pull him off of Matthew. 

Y/N grabs his arm and pulls him towards her.

Hook let's her do so, but he doesn't stop glaring at Matthew. "You mess with my girl again and I'll knock your fucking teeth in"

And after that Hook lets Y/N drag him down the hallway.

Neither one of them say a word until they get to Hook's dressing room.

Hook wordlessly sits down on the couch, and furrows his eyebrows when Y/N lingers by the door and doesn't sit down next to him.

He holds his hand out, signaling for her to come over to him, but she doesn't.

"Get your cute little ass over here" Hook says with a little pout.

Y/N breaks out into a smile at that, and does as told.

When she gets close enough he grabs her hips and pulls her down to sit on his lap facing him.

Y/N wraps her arms around his torso and buries her head against the side of his neck. "I'm sorry"

"For what?" Hook asks, leaning back a little in an attempt to look at her. But she holds on tighter and doesn't let him. "For all that with Matthew"

"It wasn't your fault" Hook replies, but she can feel his body tense. "Who was he though?"

"He's an ex" Y/N answers.

Hook doesn't like the vague answer, and gently wraps his hands in her hair to pull her head up and makes eye contact with her. He didn't give a damn about some stupid little ex of Y/N's; he knew that Y/N only wanted him, just like he only wanted her. But he does care when that ex starts bothering her. "Has he been bothering you before today?"

Y/N shrinks under his gaze, but when she tries to look down he tightens the grip on her hair slightly. "I.. Only a couple times"

"Y/N" Hook chides. "These are the kinds of things you have to tell me"

"I know" Y/N says softly. "I just didn't want you to get in a fight with him or something"

Hook sighs, before pulling her to him and kissing her softly.

When they pull away Y/N lays her head on his chest as Hook runs his hand up and down her back, occasionally kissing her head and whispering sweet words to her.

That was a couple months ago, and Matthew had let up a bit.

He never approached her in person anymore; but he did message and call her.

Y/N knew she should tell Hook, but she was scared he'd snap and beat him up again.

It was a miracle that Matthew didn't report Hook the first time, and Y/N didn't want to risk Hook loosing his job over her.

So she just dealt with his abusive texts and voicemails, and did her best to not let it bother her.

But it obviously did, and Hook was beginning to pick up on it.

Like right now.

Y/N and Hook were snuggled up together on their hotel bed. Y/N was tucked into his side with her head on his chest, and Hook had his chin resting on top of her head while absentmindedly running his fingers up and down her back.

But then Y/N's phone started ringing.

Hook began to move to hand it to her, but she squeezed him tighter. "Don't move" she whined.

He laughs softly at her, and peers down at her with an adoring smile. "You're adorable babygirl, but it could be something important"

Y/N pouts, before turning to grab her phone.

Hook looked back at the tv, which was playing a rerun of Y/N's favorite show.

Hook had turned it on for her while she was getting ready for bed.

But his head snaps over to her when he hears a little sniffle escape her. 

He pulls himself up to rest against the headboard, and gently places a hand on her back. "Talk to me mamas.. tell me what's going on so I can help you"

Y/N hesitates, and stares down at her phone. "I'm scared to"

Hook furrows his eyebrows at that. Why would she be scared to tell him something?

Hook places his hands on her waist and turns her to face him. She looks down at the bed, but he puts his finger under her chin and tilts her head up to look at him. "You can tell me anything Y/N. Anything. You know that"

"I know.." She mumbles. "It's not how it sounds. I just don't want you to get in trouble"

"Why would I get in trouble?" Hook asks.

"Because I think you may kill someone" Y/N answers with a soft smile.

Hook cracks a smile as well. "If they're bothering you, you may be right"

"Tyler" Y/N chides, lightly swatting his chest as they smile at each other.

"Ok, ok" he relents. "I at least won't kill anyone tonight"

Y/N takes a deep breath. "It's Matthew.."

Hook's eyes harden immediately, and he has to take a couple deep breaths of his own. "What about him?"

"Ever since you punched him, he hasn't come up to me in person. But he has been messaging and calling me" Y/N admits. "He always says the meanest things and it's just-" Y/N sniffles again, and Hook wipes away a stray tear with his thumb. "I'm so sorry I didn't tell you. I just didn't want to say anything to you because I was scared you'd attack him and get suspended or fired and I can't even imagine you being gone and I-"

Hook cuts her rambling off by placing his lips against her's.

Y/N immediately melts into him, placing her hands on his neck as her holds her face and their lips move in sync.

He pulls away after a few seconds and kisses her forehead before speaking. "I'm not happy you didn't tell me.. but I guess I understand why. I shouldn't have acted the way I did before. Maybe then you would have told me-"

Y/N places a finger against his lips, cutting his sentence short. "No. You know what? Neither one of us is gonna apologize. Did either of us handle the situation perfectly? No. But none of it is our fault's; it's his"

Hook smiles softly before nodding.

He pulls her body flush against his, and nuzzles his head in the crook of her neck. Y/N giggles as he starts leaving kisses there.

"I think he's just mad because he doesn't have the sexiest girl in the world to keep him warm at night anymore" Hook teases, and Y/N let's out a surprised squeal when he slaps her ass.

"Tyler!" She chides through giggly laughter, and he laughs along too.

The two spend the rest of the night too wrapped up in each other's presence to even remember Matthew's name.

A couple of peaceful weeks went by after that.

Matthew had called a couple times and sent a couple of messages, but Y/N just ignored them.

She told Hook every time, and he wanted nothing more than to track Matthew down and make it so he was terrified to even breathe in Y/N's direction.

But she begged him not to do anything rash, and he reluctantly agreed.

Hook kept true to that agreement for almost a month.

The two were at the arena, getting ready for that night's rampage. Y/N had gotten into the shower while Hook was putting on his ring gear and taping his fists.

"Ty!" Y/N called.

Hook immediately hopped up and walked into the bathroom. "Yeah mamas?"

She doesn't say anything, but she sticks her head around the shower curtain and pouts her lips.

Hook smirks, and walks over to place his lips against her's.

He reaches into the shower, before she giggles and closes the curtain. "You can't come in here! You're gonna get your tape wet! And your precious hair!"

Hook just chuckles. "You're the one who called me in here"

With that he walks back into the dressing room, but stops when Y/N's phone starts lighting up.

He grabs it, and starts to circle back to the bathroom to let her know she had gotten some messages, when he realizes who the messages are from.

Hook scoffs as he watches more and more messages from Matthew pop up on the screen, and with each one he feels his body heating up in anger.

But then a particular one delivers, and Hook tosses the phone down on the couch before storming out of the room with a rapid heartbeat, a clenched jaw, and clenched fists.

When Y/N gets out of the shower, she is greeted with an empty dressing room.

She furrows her eyebrows in confusion, but figures Hook just left to do something real quick.

She gets dressed and started on her makeup.

But right as she finishes putting on her lipgloss her door is swung open, and Ricky Starks comes rushing in.

"What the hell Ricky?! You scared the hell out of me!" Y/N exclaims.

"You gotta come with me" Ricky says, and grabs her arm to pull her out of the room.

"Where? What's wrong?" Y/N asks.

"Hook's beating the hell out of some random jobber" Ricky answers, and Y/N feels her stomach drop.

The closer they get Y/N can hear the fighting and yelling, and she pulls away from Ricky to just run towards the sounds quicker.

"Tyler!" She screams when she sees him holding a bloody and beaten Matthew up against the wall by his neck.

"Huh?! Come on! Threaten someone who will fight back you son of a bitch!" Hook screams, not even hearing Y/N over the blood pumping in his ears.

"Tyler!" Y/N yells again, and runs over.

Hook whips around when he feels someone trying to pull him off of Matthew, but his wild eyes soften when the see it was Y/N.

But she wasn't looking at him, she was watching with wide eyes as Matthew slid right down the wall as soon as Hook wasn't holding him anymore.

"What the hell Tyler?!" Y/N yells.

Hook just stares at the floor, chest heaving and sweat running down his body.

"Matthew swung first" Ricky speaks up from behind them. "Hook went up to him yelling and shit, but he never touched Matthew until after he punched Hook"

"I knew you wouldn't want me to.." Hook mumbles, nervously looking up from the floor to make eye contact with her.

Y/N takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.

"Why don't you two go to Tony's office and explain all that then" Y/N says shortly, watching as medics finally run over and start tending to Matthew. She felt guilty that she just couldn't bring herself to feel bad for him. But Ricky said that Matthew swung first, so whatever happened to him was his own fault.

Hook doesn't move though, and stares at Y/N like a lost puppy. "Are you mad at me?"

Y/N sighs, before wrapping her arms around him in a hug. He immediately responds, wrapping his arms tightly around her in return.

"I'm not happy you came out here looking for him, as I assume that's why you left the room"

Y/N looks up at him with a pointed look, and he looks at the wall to avoid eye contact. "But, if he swung first then I'm not mad at you for the fight"

"I had to. I couldn't let him say what he said to you, I'll always defend you" Hook says firmly.

"What are you talking about?" Y/N asks with furrowed eyebrows.

"You didn't look at your phone?"

Y/N was sitting in her and Hook's shared hotel room while scrolling through all the messages Matthew sent that day.

And Y/N knew exactly which one must have set Hook off.

You don't wanna respond to me bitch? That's fine, because when Hook goes out for his match tonight I'm gonna find you and teach you to never ignore me again. And trust me, you'll never forget it.

Y/N didn't even want to think about what he had been planning to do before Hook found him; and she couldn't be anything but grateful to Hook.

She had heard that Matthew was in the hospital with broken bones and other injuries, and she wondered if that would have been her without Hook.

Matthew had never actually hit her during their relationship, but he came very close when she broke up with him.

But her thoughts are interrupted when the door swings open.

She jumps up and runs over to tightly hug Hook. "Is everything ok?"

"Yeah, it's all ok baby" Hook comforts, running his fingers through her hair. "There was a video of the whole thing so I'm not in any trouble"

"Thank God" Y/N breathes out. "And Matthew?"

"He's gonna be fired. You know, whenever he wakes up" Hook brags with a lopsided smirk.

Y/N laughs, and gets on her tiptoes to peck his lips. "I love you so much. And thank you, I can't help but think about what could have happened-"

Hook leans down to cut her off with a kiss, before pulling away and resting his forehead against her's. He lets his hands rest on her hips as he stares into her eyes. "You don't ever have to worry about someone hurting you. Not ever again. Not when I'm around, which will be forever"

Y/N smiles, and lets out a surprised laugh when he picks her up and carries her over to the bed.

She gets comfortable under the covers as he puts on pajamas.

He lays down next to her and she immediately nuzzles into his side.

Hook wraps an arm around her waist, and uses his free hand to draw random shapes on her exposed stomach.

Y/N sleepily smiles as she realizes he's writing out 'I love you' at one point. "I love you too"

[vaguely-concerned]

UNHINGED DISTANT VOICES THOUGHTS (or: now we don't have time to unpack all of that julian but --)

this ep has such a banger concept (several banger concepts that should have had an ep all to themselves, really), even if its overall implementation is pretty mid. the idea that julian seems to readily believe that the most central voices inside him are aggression, fear/suspicion, doubt, confidence/sense of adventure, professionalism... and garak, being surprisingly, seductively good at tennis and taking care of him :}

in a doylist perspective I don't think this is well-crafted enough to read into it too deeply before it starts to fall gently apart, but through a watsonian lens and my fannish heart this is fucking fascinating fdsjka. where. where are all the positive feelings and sides of you that aren't about bickering with garak julian. are you okay julian. I like that since the augment storyline hadn't been conceived of yet at this point, you could look back and justify Julian's surge of confidence at the end as him realizing the lethean hasn't been able to get that deep in his mind to find what that whole mess must look like in his brain. 'you don't understand me half as well as you think you do' gains such depth, basically accidentally

'I'm a part of you, remember? I know what you know. Well... maybe a little more.'

'Still the man of mystery?'

'Oh, you wouldn't have me any other way.'

what. the FUCK fhdskjha. what's more gay, the lethean having picked through bashir's brains for this characterization of garak and their relationship (that Bashir easily buys and depends on through the ep), or him seeing half a minute max of julian and garak having lunch and uh. drawing his own conclusions, apparently. wild stuff)

Isn't this also the first time we see Julian actually play tennis with someone? All the other times it's been racquetball, right? Well well. Interesting. is all I'll say.

avery brooks does SUCH a good job changing his voice in this to match julian's doctor voice, I almost jumped in surprise when he was talking b/c that certainly isn't sisko's voice coming out of sisko's mouth

garak alternatingly going 'now -- what do you want me to do?' in a very... willing directable sort of way and telling julian that he's a good boy doing good and being so supportive and attentive and that's how the lethean tries to keep julian's shields down the longest. many thoughts. few of them PG.

JULIAN'S REASONING THAT THIS REALLY ISN'T GARAK -- NOT EVEN HIS MIND'S VERSION OF GARAK -- IS THAT THIS GARAK ISN'T COMPETENT ENOUGH FSDKJFHKSDJ. and he sounds so petulant about it too. 'the real garak would have this fixed for me a long time ago if I just batted my eyelashes and told him I thought cylon pareg's body of work was very interesting and layered :'( I miss him'

jazdia julian BROtp got me crying in quark's tonight, this was such a good direction to take that relationship. I know they kind of fuck it up again in s7 but y'know I'll take the good stuff while it's here haha

julian makes for such an amazing crotchety old man im love him

julian has a near-lethal stress dream about turning 30 and being bisexual. it's weird but very entertaining, and garak is there

[ringoffiction]

Happier than Ever - Part 3

Summary: You and Jeff were endgame. The two of you have been together since childhood and now you both have achieved your dream of working in WWE. But what happens when personal life events affect the on-screen narrative and a straight edge superstar enters the mix? Will your childhood dream scenario be your happy ever after or your life would turn upside down? Pairings: Jeff Hardy x Fem Reader x CM Punk Warnings: angst, drug used, mention of driving under influence, +18 Notes: I will add other warnings as the history develops Word Count: 661

Undeniably, you were happy for Jeff, it was great to see him having a comeback and receiving all the love from the fans and a second chance. But ever since the incident your relationship isn't the same and the worst part is that you didn’t know if he noticed how distant you were, or if he even cared. 

On the professional side things were even worse, it’s seems like ages since you wrestle in a match of your own and it’s been way longer since you had a solo storyline, for as long as you could remember you were Jeffs sidekick, even if you felt more like a sidechick at this point. All you ever did was walk down the ramp next to him, look hot on the ring-side and kiss him to make him look cooler.  

That was your routine in the last 3 months and it was draining you, to the point where you were pouring our heart out to Phil on the backstage before a Smackdown. 

“I feel like I'm wasting my time in this, it’s like I'm stuck in time and things keep moving forward around me, but I'm not changing” I say as I poke my food with a fork. 

“Are you talking about the company or your relationship?” Phil says before shoving some food in his mouth. You just sigh and keep eating, avoiding answering him. 

You and Phil became close during your time in the WWE, it started as simple greetings when you walked past each other on hallways and escalated to music conversations, him talking about being straight-edge and when you noticed he became a close friend and someone who you could trust and ask for some opinion, because he was full of opinions about everyone and he was going to let people know about them, either they asked for it or not. 

Something that always amazed you was how similar he was to his wrestling persona, even if he was way more friendly in real life, but he was a force when he spoke and he would walk like he owned the space. Not to mention his looks, his long dark hair were a contrast to his bright big eyes and his thin mouth, it was like seeing rough marks in delicate things. From time to time you would catch yourself mesmerized by him and need to wake yourself up from daydreaming.

“I will take your silence as a good thing, I made you question your whole existence ‘cause i’m that good of a psychiatrist”, with that you let out an exaggerated laugh to make a point about how stupidity he was being. 

“I mean, I really don’t know” you started saying before you could think better and stop yourself “I think i’m mad with the way my career is going and I’m kinda throwing the blame on Jeff, because i’m his partner in and out of the ring”

“Yeah, I see how that can be annoying” Phil answers you “By the way, we never talked about his incident, how are you feeling about that?”

“That really hurt me, if i’m being honest” as you answer him, you begin to remember that morning and how you felt. “I felt betrayed by that, like I trusted him and let him go to these parties. But I also felt like a buzzkill and a failure”

“You’re not a failure” Phil cuts me off before I can even finish the sentence “I know how you feel and I know how shitty it is, but it is not your fault, he’s a grown man” With the way he says it, I can tell that he’s remembering the things he was put through in his teenage years and his relationship with his family. 

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. But we need to get ready, it’s almost show time” I said putting an end to the subject and we both get up and walk to the locker room 

[linghxr]

My spring 2024 cdrama/cmovie/cvariety updates

I can't believe it's already been over 6 months since my last watching updates post! I've been watching more movies, and I'll also mention a couple variety shows, so it's not just cdramas.

Shows/series:

Some of these were mentioned as “currently watching” in my previous post.

《不良执念清除师》 Oh No! Here Comes Trouble A young man learns to use his supernatural calligraphy powers to help strange beings, with help from his frenemy and a young police officer. This show was like a breath of fresh air and very humorous. That being said, it was difficult to follow all the storylines. If you're going to watch it, I think you should binge it if possible. Content warning: Death, gore

《此时此刻》 At the Moment An anthology of quirky pandemic love stories, not all with happy endings. It's kind of like Love Actually in that the characters are connected across stories. Initially I didn't plan to watch because of the pandemic through line—I thought it would bum me out. But it didn't, actually. My favorite episode was Head of the Family. Content warning: Unhealthy relationships, sex and nudity

《隐秘的角落》 The Bad Kids Three kids accidentally film a murder and try to blackmail the killer, resulting in devastating consequences. I felt the first half of this show was more captivating than the second half—the second half went a bit overboard IMO. Apparently the original novel is way darker so…! But I still recommend it wholeheartedly. Content warning: Death and violence (but not graphic)

《沉默的真相》 The Long Night The murder of a disgraced prosecutor seems like an open-and-shut case, but his past reveals a much more complicated story. This show masterfully weaves together three different timelines. I was so confused after the first episode, but it all made sense in the end. I don't recommend binge watching it—I regretted doing so. Content warning: Violence, death, sexual assault

《双镜》 Couple of Mirrors A young woman's personal and professional lives are turned upside down, and she befriends a mysterious woman with a dark past. You have to suspend your disbelief to enjoy this show. There was a ridiculous number of car accidents! It's a GL drama, but if I hadn't know that, I don't think I would have noticed until the end. Content warning: Death, violence

Variety/reality:

《披荆斩棘的哥哥》 Call Me by Fire In the past I didn't include variety shows, but this time I thought why not? I finally finished all 3 seasons of this show, the male spinoff of 《乘风破浪的姐姐》 Sisters Who Make Waves. It's similar to an idol survival show, but instead of trainees, the contestants are established celebrities. The sets are always amazing, and I might have enjoyed this show more than 《乘风破浪》 honestly!

Movies:

《家庭简史》 Brief History of a Family The description of this movie sounded dull, but I ended up enjoying it a lot! I've seen reviews compare it to Parasite and Saltburn. There is definitely some similarity–it's about a well-off family that takes in a mysterious, quiet boy–but the takeaway of this film is very different. It leaves a lot of room for ambiguity.

《流浪地球》 The Wandering Earth After being on my watchlist for years, I finally got around to seeing this movie. I knew the basic premise: humanity bands together to move Earth away from the expanding sun. I wasn't expecting that it would focus on one family, which gave the movie a more personal feel. I enjoyed it despite not being a huge sci-fi person. Content warning: Death

《美国女孩》 American Girl A family moves back to Taiwan for their mother's cancer treatment after several years in the US, and the eldest daughter struggles to adapt. It's set during the SARS outbreak, but I don't remember that being very prominent. This movie was quite bleak and bummed me out. And I found the ending rather abrupt. It wasn't for me I think. Content warning: Illness, disease outbreak

《你好，李焕英》 Hi, Mom This movie was super popular when it came out. It's about a woman who gets transported back in time and meets her mother (who is young and childless at this point). At first I was confused about where the movie was going—it didn't seem to be building to much. But it had a heartwarming and touching ending. Content warning: Death

《周处除三害》 The Pig, The Snake and The Pigeon After seeing a lot of buzz about this movie online, I had to check it out. It follows a terminally ill hitman who learns he is the third most wanted criminal in Taiwan and decides to kill the two criminals ranking above him. Despite this, the main character is actually pretty likable. I enjoyed the movie despite the violence. Content warning: Excessive violence, death, sexual assault

Currently watching:

《火星情报局》 Mars Intelligence Agency This is a variety show. The cast consists of celebrities who take turns telling funny stories and making jokes. I started watching because my favorite singer 薛之谦 is a cast member. I was unsure about the concept at first, but honestly it's really entertaining!

《摩天大楼》 A Murderous Affair in Horizon Tower I finally started this show, which has been on my watchlist for a while. I'm only 2 episodes in—so far it's mostly been about the past of the titular murder victim. I'm not yet sure what direction the show will go in, but I'm excited to find out.

Abandoning:

《你的孩子不是你的孩子》 On Children I got through 3 out of 5 episodes before abandoning this show. Each episode is the length of a movie, so they drag on. But I totally understand why episode 2, Child of the Cat, was nominated for and won so many awards. The acting was really strong.

《汉化日记》 God Troubles Me I wanted to try watching a 动画, but after a few episodes, I wasn't feeling this one. Each episode is quite short, so it's an easy watch. I think it just wasn't for me.

On my watchlist:

《漫长的季节》 The Long Season

《尘封十三载》 Thirteen Years of Dust

I'm trying to be better about content warnings. But please note, I only included them for things I finished watching, not things I'm currently watching or abandoning.

[violetmuses]

Roman Reigns + Female Reader 🖤

Fandom: WWE

Character: Roman Reigns (Ft. Jey Uso)

@episodes-ff 🏷

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2023

“Yes!” You've beamed ringside while smiling this evening.

“Who's cheering over there?” Somehow, Roman Reigns pointed you out during the broadcast.

“Me.” As you lifted one finger to acknowledge the Tribal Chief, cameras noticed.

Moving closer, Roman walked shirtless and sported dark pants. Wearing badass sneakers, this red glove would scope his dominant hand.

“C'mere.” This man quickly gestured with fingers and thousands raved.

“Ooh…” Even Jimmy and Jey Uso stood flabbergasted right now.

When you safely joined the ring, fans screamed again.

“I wouldn't usually say this, but you've been on my mind all night.” Roman still used the microphone.

“I appreciate your compliment.” You spoke up once more.

“I'd look up and see you smile.” Roman offered distance without making you feel uncomfortable.

“That's very sweet.” Your heart raced, but you couldn't freak out, even when his bright grin kept shining.

“What's up?” Jey stepped forward to play along, but Roman cut his glare instead.

The crowd turned shocked as well and you smirked right back.

“I saw her first. All right?” Roman stood while addressing Jey now.

Jey stepped back to avoid breaking character this time around.

“An unexpected guest could truly disturb the Bloodline. We'll return to the program after these messages.” Announcers lined up the commercial break seconds later.

Uh-oh. You thought.

******

After receiving this new shirt backstage, you finished watching the show after joining one special room.

“You can't have everything!” Jey took his microphone and grilled Roman. “Always getting chances, man.”

“What are you talking about this time?” Roman scrunched up his face.

“The fan we just met.” Jey mentioned you and this crowd lost their minds. “This girl was beautiful, but what if she wanted somebody else?”

“No matter what you think, I'm still the man around here.” Roman stepped once more.

“You know what? Keep talking like that and knock your ass out!” Jey almost reached his breaking point.

Given treats, you kept watching the moment, definitely surprised. Real tension powered fictional madness locked between “characters.”

“Don't listen to him, Princess. Choose whoever you want.” Roman pointed toward the cameras and knew that you watched everything backstage.

“I'll throw down with Roman. Watch the show next time, Gorgeous!” While noticing you once more, Jey rolled out the final credits.

Applause took the space and you expressed gratitude for this opportunity, just happy.

______

Right before you would leave, two familiar voices echoed from that iconic tunnel.

Escorted by security guards, you'd even observe this match conference and seated here for the moment without interrupting those professionals.

“Oh? Hey, Gorgeous!” Recognizing you, Jey fooled around while sitting at this table with Jimmy and Roman. Everyone laughed together.

Nodding toward Jey, you quickly smiled before work began.

“You, finish the night for us…” Out of nowhere, Roman pointed out this chance, even though you never offered questions.

Handed this microphone, you stood up and experts quietly welcomed the moment.

“Is The Bloodline in trouble or not? Family dynamics seem out of place if you want this kingdom to stand tall against everyone else.” Your question almost burned the room.

The incredible storyline kept pulling countless strings.

“Damn!” Jey clenched his teeth and pointed at Roman. “We'll see. He's in charge after all.”

“Thank you, everyone.” Timing ended the conversation and others started to leave, but you noticed that Roman locked his brown eyes.

Your heart raced once more and this moment slowed down everything when that amazing smile brightened his chiseled face.

“That's a good one. I'll write that down.” His Southern accent pulled forward.

“Thank you.” Your voice gladly accepted this compliment.

“You're welcome, but could I ask you something?” His smile faded.

“Of course.” You welcomed his own question, honored.

“I have a ticket for the next episode. Would you like to go?” Roman snuck this chance.

“Wow. Yes. Thank you.” You agreed to the invitation and whispered if others didn't know.

“See you later.” Roman winked and marched out as security helped you leave.

While exiting the parking lot, Jey rolled down the back window of this large SUV.

“Bye!” His voice picked up joy once more and you laughed out before the vehicle turned back around.

Oh my goodness!

*****

Not only had you scored another ticket, but the production team worked magic backstage.

You turned the corner and noticed Roman securing his gloved hand first.

“Hi.” You smiled.

“Hey.” Wearing this messy bun and moving shirtless until further notice, Roman just grinned back. “Ready to watch the show?”

“Yes.” You couldn't wait to see everything and felt grateful once more.

“Well, I gotta go, but see you out there.” Roman pointed elsewhere in the large room.

“See you soon, Big Dog.” You snuck his old persona before vanishing with guards to find your seat.

******

“Wanna know what she said before I came out here?” Roman pulled trash talk during the first segment.

“What?” Jey sized Roman up after noticing your presence.

“She called me The Big Dog and just walked away. I'm winning this match whether you like it or not.” Roman's confidence skyrocketed over you.

“Jey!” Bringing encouragement, you almost yelled ringside. “Don't give up.”

Thousands of people shouted with excitement in response.

“She's cheering for me now!” Jey pointed in your direction and turned near the ropes. “I'll turn up the heat in a minute. Don't worry.

“Okay!” Laughing, you smiled for the cameras again.

“Don't get too arrogant.” Roman warned his cousin. “Remember what happened the last few times we crossed here?”

“Tonight should be different.” Jey stood his ground as the building shook once more.

His upbeat theme song blasted to life while announcers pulled the commercial break.

“Who will score an absolute victory with The Bloodline? Roman Reigns and Jey Uso will battle next!”

******

“No chance. C'mon!” Roman barked, sweating through fire and mentioning you. Even Jey would struggle to compete. “Look over there. She's right there!”

“Kick out, Jey!” Invested, you shouted over the battle.

“I'm trying!” Jey attempted to speak while locked by Roman's harsh grasp.

“Grab the ropes!” You hurried with other fans to aid.

When Jey stood after reaching your path, Roman would line up his classic Spear maneuver from behind.

“Look out!” Fans screamed, but warnings pulled too late and Roman called up:

Ooh-wa!

No! You thought.

The Spear immediately ran Jey down and he wouldn't move this time, giving Roman this perfect opportunity to win another match.

“The Tribal Chief remains champion! Thank you for watching our program.” Announcers would pull those final credits to end this show once more.

______

“You never told me!” Jey skipped their press conference and grilled Roman behind the scenes while guards loomed just in case. “I was supposed to win, dammit! What the hell is wrong with you? Jinxed that play on me?”

“This is my company!” Roman tapped his muscle chest. “I'm not givin’ up titles just to make you look good.”

“Fuck you, man!” Security intervened before Jey and Roman could turn this night upside down.

“Chill out. We're here to have fun!” Jimmy stepped up next. “Y'all can't start fighting like this.”

“Check yourself. I don't care what's going on for TV!” Jey stormed out, but paused when you stood with other guards to leave the building.

“No more tickets. Bye, Jey.” You refused to show up for more events if backstage drama kicked off.

“Wait, hold on.” Jey failed to reach your attention as you left the building that night.

Shit!

[blazinghotfoggynights]

I am alternating between CTFU at and glaring at women, and some men, who stopped finding the character of Buck attractive because he is now canonically bi. I know there are women who identify as straight and men who identify as gay who have issues with men who identify as bi.

Let me let you in on a little secret. Ladies, if you are over a certain age, identify as hetero, and had the average number of partners or more, the odds that you have been with a man who is bi is quite high. Many men, especially those who have a professional background deeply entrenched in jobs considered manly and macho, or were military prior to DADT being repealed, were very much bi and closeted. They forced themselves to be with only women due to the stigma and bigotry that was much more normalized and accepted back then.

Gay men who dislike men who are bi, you need to know that if you have been with the average number of partners or more, the odds are you have been with someone who is, in fact, bi. I know there are bi men who hid their attraction to women when they were seriously interested in men who disliked bi men. Being repressed or forced into the closet doesn't change your sexuality; it changes how you deal with it.

Here is a PSA to the bigots: Bi men are still men. Their sexuality does not make them dirtier, more promiscuous, more likely to be unfaithful, or more untrustworthy. Their manhood is not diminished because they are attracted to both males and females. They are not confused. They are not hiding from being straight or being gay. They are not mentally ill. They are not unable to commit or be in love.

It is 2024. The negative stereotypes and beliefs toward bi men are archaic. They are men and do not all fit into one category. You'll find some who are great guys and other who are terrible candidates for dating, you know, just like dating straight guys or gay guys.

As someone who has long been an ally, and has dated, with no hesitation, men who identify as bi, if you are "turned off" by a great man only because he is bi, then he isn't the one with the problem.

This storyline touches on some topics that are very dear to me. I have seen people joyous for representation and the respectful way Buck's bi awakening is being portrayed by Oliver Stark and written by the writers. Having been a friend, and sometimes girlfriend, to men who would have done anything to be open but could not, seeing this storyline means a lot to me.

I have also seen some ugliness in people that had never been revealed before. (Posts across social media from some people saying they wouldn't watch the show anymore because Buck is gay now or how they made Buck <insert negative and insulting adjective here>. They watched it when Hen, Karen, Michael, David, and Josh were portrayed as gay, but Buck being bi is a problem? Please, make this make sense.)

I will part with this. Some of the most amazing men I have ever known are neither straight nor gay, they are in the middle. Some of the best relationships I've ever had were with men whom I could go guy-watching with.

But, I've never been into disliking people for ridiculous reasons or being hateful. When you get to know people on an individual basis and without prejudice or being a narrow-minded bigot, you find many gems around you.

Kudos to ABC for taking it there and major respect for Oliver Stark for taking on an assignment in this country at this time , when ultra-conservatism, aka accepted, and even legislated, prejudice, bigotry, and religion-based government, is trying to rear its head again.

[darknessawaits28]

I Would Burn The World For You My Love {Tom Hiddleston Mafia Story, y/n} Chapter 2 Part 1

Hello my lovies! Happy December! I wanted to give you the second chapter of this story, it will be broken up into either 1 or 2 parts. I hope yall enjoy and thank you again for all your love and support! Yall are awesome! Thank you my lovies! Have a wonderful December! :3

Storyline: Would yall want to see a long story about Tom Hiddleston (Of course using another name but using his face claim) as a mafia boss who has finished his 4 year sentence in prison  and finds out that you (his beloved who used to be his fiancé) has recently found another fiancé (preppy/ rich man). He then tries to win you back but it eventually leads you into getting kidnapped by one of his rivals and so your new fiancé assists your old one in finding you again.

Warnings: Smut, blood, ropes, possible torture, abuse, alcohol, murder, cursing, etc. Viewer Discretion is highly advised. (((Note: this chapter will contain forced sexual touch and regular smut, with cursing, and sexual gifs viewer discretion is highly advised here)))

Chapter 2 Part 1: The Unseen Arrival

TarryTown was a beautiful, sprawling rural town, known for its generous and kind-hearted people. Within this town lay a beautiful mansion, similar to Damion’s but with more of a woman’s touch to it. This mansion belonged to you, a hard working woman that deserved to have the luxury of living elegantly. You worked at (the job of your choosing), close to where you live so there was no need to travel long distances. It was a homey town, and you were very glad that you moved here. 

But nonetheless, today was your birthday, a special day that always made you smile till your cheeks hurt. It was going to be a bit difficult because your family was coming over and you knew how they always acted, but at least your fiancé's family was a bit more….calmer in a sense.

“Honey, do you know where the paper plates are?!” You nearly shouted, not wanting to go out once again to the supermarket to simply get plates.

“Yes darling, it’s right here” Oliver chuckled as he approached you from around the island that was in the middle of the kitchen.

You sighed softly, trying to regain your composure as you grabbed the paper plates from him, “Thank you honey, I’m sorry, I just…..”.

“I know, your family gets you all riled up and then you become a nervous wreck, trust me, I’ve been there” he chuckled as he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Are you sure you don’t want to do your birthday in the Bahamas?” “I can afford the trip.” 

“No honey, my family will be furious that I didn’t celebrate my birthday with them.” “Besides, they want to come swim in our pool, that’s another reason why they want my birthday here at our house.” 

“Ah, no wonder” Oliver rolled his eyes, hating that he had to be near your family because not only were they loud hispanics, but they were very judgemental. At least his family was more professional in a sense when coming to other people’s homes. 

“Did you clean the bathrooms, and make sure the rooms here and upstairs were nice and organized?”

“Yes darling, please, can you relax for a second and breathe?”

“Don’t give me that tone” You sharply snapped at him, grabbing the glass bowl from the cabinets below you so that you could put the salad inside of it.

“But you like it when I give you that tone” Oliver tried to tease you, slowly approaching you from behind and wrapping his arms around you.

“Oh stop it” You bite your bottom lip sensually, feeling his groin grind against your ass, knowing for a fact that your honeymoon with him was going to be amazing. 

“Stop what?” he hummed against your ear, slowly beginning to nibble at it.

“Ah, Oliver” You moaned cutely, pushing your ass against him.

“Mmm, you lik-” Oliver quickly went quiet at the sound of the doorbell ringing. 

“Oop that would be my family, they always arrive early, can you get that honey?” You giggled, turning your head slightly to kiss his bearded cheeks.

A deep groan escaped Oliver’s throat as he pulled away from you to answer the door, preparing himself for the glares, tantrums, jealousies, and the judgemental looks he always got from your family. “Hello family, good to see you” Oliver put a fake smile on as he opened the double doors.

“¡Oliver como estas mi niño?!” your mother spoke as she approached him and pulled him down by his collar to kiss his cheeks all over. {{English translation: Oliver how are you my son!}}

“Ah, I’m good, thank you!” Oliver pulled away quickly, adjusting his clothing before he saw your slender father. “George.”

“How are you doing?” George smiled as he shook Oliver’s hand. 

“Good, thank you, come on in, make yourselves at home” He gestured inside and then turned back around to see the two aunts of yours, your uncle, your cousin, and your big brute of a brother. ”Welcome.”

“Hey what’s up bro” Andrew, your older brother, dapped up Oliver, acting his normal cool self as usual. 

“Nothing much man, good to see you, come on in.” “Ah, Sydney, Marvin, Vivian, Bernard, good to see you all.” 

“Good to see you sweetheart” Sydney smiled as she hugged Oliver and walked inside. 

“Nice to see you man, how's y/n?” Marvin smiled as he shook hands with Oliver.

“She's good, she's inside, cooking up a storm” Oliver laughed.

“Ah well we better make sure she relaxes now” Marvin chuckled heading inside.

“Hey honey how are ya” Vivan smiled, giving Oliver a quick hug and then rushing inside to fill her travel cup full of coffee.

“And then there was one,” Oliver smiled, giving Bernard a hand shake and then allowing him inside. When everyone was inside, he closed the double doors and proceeded to head towards the kitchen, hearing the loud voices of conversation from your family. 

“Hey guys” you laughed as you hugged your family, giving them kisses on the cheeks and letting them know where to put the gifts that they had brought for you. 

“Dad, Andrew since you both know how to grill, can you cook the steaks, chicken, chicabobs, and shrimp please?”

“Yeah sure no worries” Andrew smiled as he opened your fridge to grab the food needed to be cooked.

“Of course mi nina” your father nodded, kissing your head gently and then helping your brother. “Andres kono, hagalo despacio!” your father yelled at how he was making a mess with the meat juices. {{First English Translation: My girl}} {{Second English translation: Dammit Andrew do it slower!}}. 

“Andrew for fucks sake, can you not make a mess in my fridge” You growled as you saw a pool of meat juices on one of the shelves in the fridge. 

“Lenguaje!” your mom yelled at you, readying to smack you in the head but Oliver got in between you and your mother. {{English translation: language!}}

“Ah, Mrs. y/n, your daughter has a right to curse, it is her house” Oliver smiled as he rubbed your back gently. 

You smiled softly, glad that your fiance had your back and not agreeing with your mother’s abusive tendencies.

“Yes, but still, I am her mother and she should show some respect” your mother spoke in her broken English, crossing her arms like she owned the place.

“Ita pro favor, deja tu hija in paz” Sydney, your other aunt spoke as she walked past Andrew to put the cakes away in your fridge. {{English translation: Ita please, leave your daughter in peace}}

“Come on, why don’t you all have fun and enjoy being outside in the pool, come now” Oliver gestured to everyone to head towards their inside pool and hot tub.

Everyone agreed, quickly scurrying out of the kitchen and towards the indoor pool, making sure they settled in their appropriate poolside seats. Andrew and George did the same as they went outside by the firepit to start barbecuing. 

“Ah, thank you Oliver” you sighed happily as you pulled him close and began to kiss his lips. “Mm, by the way, you look very sexy today with your outfit.”

“Oh do I now, hmm?” he chuckled as he spanked your ass and pulled you in close, until the doorbell rang again. “Fuck my life!” he shouted as he pulled away from you. 

“Heh, it’s okay honey, go answer the door while I finish up the salad” you smiled cutely, continuing to prepare your caesar salad. 

Oliver, letting out another groan, fixed his clothing and then opened the double doors a second time, finding his parents standing there. 

“Oliver my darling!” his mother shouted happily as she hugged him tightly, making sure to air kiss his cheeks so as to not stain them with her red lipstick.

“Hello mother, good to see you.”

“Good to see you too my baby boy, has she been feeding you?” “You look very skinny” his mother worriedly spoke as she pulled away from the hug and grasped his chin to check him.

“Yes, I’m fine mother, please give me some space” Oliver shifted uncomfortably. 

“Darling, give our boy some space for goodness sake, you’re practically suffocating him” Oliver’s father spoke up as he approached the two.

“Father” Oliver smiled as he maneuvered away from his mother and hugged his father gently.

“Good to see you again son, how’s y/n?” 

“She’s good, just a bit nervous because her family is over, you know, the usual.”

“Hmm, yes, her family is quite the handful, are you sure you don’t need me to lend you some of our money to go on that trip to the Bahamas?” Oliver’s father casually whispered to him.

“Father, I appreciate the offer, but I have my own money, and besides….my darling fiance wants to actually spend her birthday here with her idiotic family.” “I tried to convince her, but she doesn’t want to listen.”

“Ah, stubborn like your mother.”

“Charles, that’s enough!” “Don’t make me cause a scene.”

“Lilian, you know I am joking” Charles chuckled as he tried to comfort his wife.

As his parents went inside to greet you, he moved to close the doors but paused when an unusual Rolls-Royce slowly rolled up around the circle. "Hmm, that's odd," he muttered, stepping out onto the steps and shutting the door behind him. When the car stopped directly in front of the doors, a sharply dressed man exited from the driver’s side, closed the door, then walked around to open the passenger door.

As it swung open, a well-built man stepped out, dressed in an expensive suit. His presence was intimidating, as if he had taken down a hundred men without breaking a sweat.

“Uh excuse me, this is a private residence, can I help you?” Oliver questioned. 

Damion, adjusting his attire, nodded in thanks to Ohara and then approached the scrawny man that was speaking to him. “My apologies, I am here to see y/n, I know today is her birthday and wanted to present her with her gifts.”

“Oh, so who are you exactly?” Oliver crossed his arms, showing a defensive posture. 

“Ah, forgive me, I am her fiance.”

Silence was heard between the two for a split second, until Oliver broke it by laughing loudly. “This is a joke right?” “Did my friends put you up to this?!” 

Damion turned his head in a way to glance at Ohara with a “Is he serious?” kind of look at him. Quickly turning back around, he cleared his throat, trying to catch this man's attention, “No, I am not joking nor did your friends put me up to this.”

“You can’t be serious, I know it has to be James, my best man, fucking around with me.” “He knows I am getting married soon and just wants to spin my head around as usual.”

“Married, to who?”

“Y/n, I am her fiance.”

Damion’s heart sank at the mention of this scrawny boy even daring to lay a finger on you. “Is that so?” “You, her fiance?” “Wow, she really lowered the bar.”

“Excuse me?” Oliver stepped closer to Damion, readying himself to fight if need be.

“You heard me” Damion smirked slightly, Ohara also readying himself to step in between the two.

“Honey, what are you doing, your family-” You gasped at the sight before you when you had opened one of the front doors. 

“Y/n” Damion smiled softly, opening up his arms, as if waiting for you to come rushing down to hug the living daylights out of him, or so he thought. 

“No, no, no!” you yelled loudly as you stepped out onto the steps and pulled Oliver close to you. “How dare you, show your fucking face…after four years….you….you-” she covered her mouth in shock, not believing the sight that was before her. 

Damion slowly put his arms at his side, a loud sigh escaping his lips, “I know darling that I have been away for so long, please forgive me.” “I just came here to give you some gifts, and possibly say hello to your family….after all….your mother does love me” he smiled softly. 

Oliver, glancing down at you when you embraced him, wrapped his arms around you protectively. “So you know this clown?”

“Watch your tongue boy” Ohara intervened, stepping beside his boss, but readjusted himself when Damion waved his hand for him to calm himself, for now. 

Oliver glared daggers at this man’s bodyguard, “Well it is true.” “Look at her, she’s turning into a mess just by seeing him.” “So by process of elimination, he is a clown.” 

“Oliver, it’s okay honey…I-I’ll be fine…” you sniffled, wiping the tears away from your eyes. “I-I don’t ever….want to see your face….again….do you hear me?”

“Y/n, please” Damion came closer to you, but Oliver pulled you back in a way to prevent him from touching you. 

“No, don’t start with please.” “You could’ve let Ohara take the fall for what he had done Damion, but no, you wanted to be the hero.”

Ohara lowered his gaze at you when you spoke, feeling a bit heartbroken, but tried as best as he could not to take it to heart. After all, you were still grieving after Damion had left you all alone, so it’s likely that you were speaking out of resentment and despair.

"My darling, Ohara is family. I couldn’t stand idly by while he was sent to prison for four years, leaving his daughter and mother to fend for themselves."

“Yeah, but you left the one person that needed you the most, all alone.” You sniffled, approaching him and then slapped the living daylights out of him. 

Ohara gasped slightly at the slap you had given Damion, wanting to approach but knew that his boss would not allow him to do so. 

Turning his head to face you after you slapped him, he nodded, “I know.” “And I regretted that every day when I was there.” “Prison was hell my love. But being without you…..that was worse.” “Please, can you give me a second chance?” 

Oliver, hearing this, quickly intervened, pulling you back by your arm, “Oh no, no, no, don’t try and think that you can come back, all high and mighty after you had left her all alone.” “She has a new fiance now, so why don’t you hop in your Rolls Royce and get the the fu-”

“No puedo creer, ese tu Damion?!” your mother nearly screamed as she stepped out onto the steps and ran towards him to hug him. {{English Translation: I can’t believe it, is that you Damion?}}

“Hola, como estas mama” Damion smiled as he hugged her back respectfully, giving a cheeky smile to Oliver. {{English Translation: Hey mama, how are you?}}

“I’m good, I’m good, I see your Spanish is still very good, not like this pendejo.”

“Mama, seriously?!” You shouted, rubbing your forehead in annoyance as you watched her. 

“Hey, my spanish is very good too” Oliver lied, wanting to distract your mother enough so that he could kick this asshole out and let you enjoy your party.

“Callate y/n, Damion’s Spanish is really good.” “Oliver, you’re terrible.” “You hungry?” {{English Translation: Shut up y/n}}

“Famished” Damion chuckled. 

“Well come, come then, Andres y mi esposo are barbecuing in the back, you could help them!” your mother laughed as she began to drag him inside. {{English translation: Andrew and my husband}}

“Wait…no mom-” you growled in anger as you stood there, watching as your mother dragged your ex-fiance inside your home. 

“Thanks for the invite y/n” Ohara chuckled, quickly stepping inside after his boss. 

“Do you want me to call the police?” “I could make up something that he is trespassing or something?” Oliver offered. 

“No my love….that would be worse.” “And besides, I……it’s good to see him…in some way” you shrugged, stepping inside your home.

As you stepped inside, Oliver did the same, closing the front doors and then entering into the kitchen after you. “But my love, you are going to stand for this?” “For this asshole to just waltz right into your life again, after he left you?”

“What do you want me to do Oliver?” “Fucking kick him out when you saw how my mother reacted to him?” 

“Y/n, you’re an adult, this is your house, you have a say.” 

“I know, I know….just….please…let me….let me take a breath.”

“Okay honey, I’m sorry, take it easy, I’ll be in the dining room, setting up the table” Oliver reassured you, pressing a gentle kiss against your forehead and then walked away.

A deep sigh escaped your lips as you placed both the palms of your hand onto the island, staring at the salad that you almost had completed. “Of all days….he has to show up now…”. 

“Yes, I showed up to ask for forgiveness and to celebrate your birthday” Damion’s voice whispered against your ear from behind as he wrapped his arms around your torso. 

“Damion what the hell?” “Get off me!” you blushed softly, feeling something deep within you begin to slowly rise. 

“You don’t know how much I’ve missed your touch…your voice…and your whimpers” he hummed, pressing a gentle kiss against your neck.

“Ah….Damion stop…” you moaned cutely, covering your mouth as a result, not wanting to be too loud. 

“You missed me didn’t you?” “Look at how your body reacts to me.” 

“Mm!” you arched your head back slightly when his hands cupped your bosom. “Ah, stop it!” you shoved him back, turning around to face him, your face completely flustered. “Don’t you ever fucking touch me like that again.” “You aren’t my fiance any more, so don’t you think that you can just come in here and…touch me…like that…”. 

“Why not?” “The way you were reacting I am sure that Oliver over there hasn’t touched you yet.” 

A deep blush peered across your cheeks, feeling highly offended by what he was insinuating, “How dare you!” you raised your hand to slap him but he caught your wrist before you could.

“Hmm still feisty as usual my cute honey bunny” he smirked deviously. 

“Fucking bastard!” you tried to slap him with your left, but he also caught it. “Ah, let go!” 

Damion chuckled at how naive you were and slowly pulled you in, making sure to pull both of your wrists behind your back so that your chest was against his. “Are we going to calm down, or do I need to restrain you further?”

“Ah….ah…s-stop it…” you blushed deeply, trying to turn your head to the side but couldn’t. 

“Aww, my sweet honey bunny, has no one given you your hugs and kisses yet?” he mocked you slightly, but was ultimately trying to be charming. 

“Ah….no….not yet…” you folded immediately by his charming demeanor. 

“Oh no, we must fix that right away” he hummed, making sure to use one of his hands to hold your wrists tightly behind your back while the other cupped your cheek to pull you into a delicious deep kiss. 

"Mm," you moaned softly, more tears slipping down your cheeks. Deep down, you felt horrible for betraying your fiancé, yet, at the same time, there was a strange sense of happiness lingering inside you.

A stream of saliva could be seen as he pulled away from your lips, an enormous grin peering across his lips when he saw your reaction. 

The minute he pulled away, you could only breathe heavily, feeling your insides turn hot and your panties wet. “D-Damion…” you managed to whisper. 

“You see, your body heats up with the slightest touch I give you.” “Now, don’t tell me that you don’t ever want to see me again when you act like this my love.”

“Ah, f-fuck….you” you snapped back to reality as you maneuvered yourself out of his grip and then stomped your way out of the kitchen and up your stairs towards your bedroom.  

Damion, shook his head slightly, leaning against the island that lay in front of him, “Shit” he whispered, glancing down at his pants to see a bulge protruding, knowing for a fact he was hard as a rock. 

As you stood in your room, you breathed heavily, feeling disgusted that he made you this soaked simply by a kiss and a few words. “Fucking asshole” You whimpered softly, trying as best as you could to clean yourself up. “I’m taking a shower, I can’t deal with this” you huffed, slowly walking into your bathroom and opening the door to your glass shower. As it opened, you leaned inside, turning on the water, making sure that it was hot enough. As you waited, you began to strip yourself of your clothes, tossing them aside. Once undressed, you quickly stepped into the shower, closing the glass door behind you and allowed for the hot water to drip down your body. 

“Ah, this feels so much better” You hummed in satisfaction. 

“Y/n?” Oliver called from the bedroom, hoping that everything was alright with you.

“I’m in here honey, just taking a shower.” “Wanna join?” you giggled, trying to be playful. 

“Did I just hear an invitation from you?” He quickly jogged towards the bathroom and closed the door softly. 

“Maybe” You hummed, biting down on your bottom lip as you casually opened the glass door for him, showing your wet, naked body all its glory to him.

“Oh you naughty girl” Oliver smirked as he began to undress, standing completely naked in front of you and then quickly entered the shower alongside you, making sure to close the door behind him as well.

“Mmm Oliver” you moaned cutely, wrapping your arms around his neck, trying to pull down his tall self; tall like…Damion…and strong…and….no, no I can’t think of him like that, I have a new fiance! 

“Are you going to wear that new bathing suit?” 

“Yeah, I am probably going to wear the shorts with it, you know I’m self conscious about my thighs” You shrugged.

“Oh, self conscious about these?” he hummed softly, pulling your arms off of him and then going onto his knees in front of your thighs.

“Oliver, oh my gosh!” You gasped, gripping onto his hair gently when he kneeled in front of you. 

You bite down on the bottom of your lip, flashbacks of Damion doing the same appeared in front of you, causing you to pull away from Oliver. 

“Hey, you okay?” Oliver glanced up at you, noticing you pulling away from him.

“S-Sorry I-I just….”. 

“It’s okay, did I make you uncomfortable?”

“No Oliver, I just….-”

“You don’t need to explain, do you want me to step out, give you some space?” Oliver stood from the shower floor and waited for your response. 

“Ah, ah, no!” You whimpered, showing a side of you that he has never seen before. 

Oliver, taken aback by your whimper, gulped harshly, his cock instantly becoming hard. “Y-Y/n?” 

“Please, please make me cum” you begged cutely, tears overflowing your eyes. 

“Oh honey” Oliver instantly folded at how you reacted, instantly bending down on his knees and pulling you close by your ass, spreading your legs slightly enough for him to begin to devour your pussy. 

“Oliver!” You moaned loudly, grasping onto his hair tightly, feeling so much pleasure. 

Oliver groaned at the feeling of your hand grasping his brownish locks, his cock twitching in excitement. “Fuck y/n” He groaned as he stood onto his two feet and lifted you up by your ass, his cock rubbing against your pussy lips. 

“Can I fuck you?” “I know we still haven’t been wedded yet, but….your whimpers….and….your begging….was….so fucking cute…I just want to smother you.”

Without saying a word, you nodded at his request, feeling so hot and bothered that you wanted him to do anything just to make you experience that feeling of ecstasy.

Within an instant, Oliver held you up by his left hand, using his right to slip his cock within you with ease. Both of you let out a sigh of pleasure, the glass around you beginning to turn foggy by the hot water. 

“Oliver” You moaned, wrapping your arms around his neck again so you wouldn’t fall.

“Y/n” he moaned as well, grabbing both your ass cheeks and beginning to move you up and down on his cock with ease. He knew you wasn’t a virgin because of your story about being with Damion and the long nights you had with him, but he still loved you no matter who you fucked. 

“Ah, ah, yes, yes” you cried out in ecstasy, trying to be a bit playful with your hips and shaking them side to side as he thrusted inside of you. 

{{In the next few scenes, the italicized parts are like a glitch or psychological shift. So when you are hearing Oliver speak and see him speaking, imagine like a glitch almost where you see Oliver's face and then Damion's face and then back to Oliver}}

“Naughty girl” Oliver snickered, leaning down slightly to kiss your lips. 

“Naughty girl” Damion snickered, leaning down slightly to kiss your lips.

“Ah, ah, O-Ol…Da-...mion….ver…” you stumbled your words, shutting your eyes tightly as you tried to focus on Oliver and not Damion. 

“You like that hmm?” “When my cock fucks your soft little pussy hmm?” Oliver growled hungrily. 

“You like that hmm?” “When my cock fucks your soft little pussy hmm?” Damion growled hungrily. 

“Ah, oh my gosh!” you cried out in shame, already cumming on his cock, but not because of Oliver, but because of Damion’s smooth yet commanding voice, it was quite the turn on. 

“Aww, such a good girl,” Damion chuckled deviously. 

You quickly opened your eyes, noticing Oliver’s flustered face, and yet…he wasn’t the one who spoke that sentence, and Damion’s voice sounded awfully close. Glancing over to the side, you caught a glimpse of a shadowy figure standing where the bathroom door was. “Ah, wait…wait Oliver…” you begged, but he didn’t stop, he only thrusted quicker within you. “Honey please!” you begged cutely, crying out cutely. 

“I’m sorry y/n, I can’t stop until I make you cum over and over again” Oliver groaned in pleasure, slamming you harder against his cock.

“Ah, ah, no” you blushed madly, knowing for a fact that someone was watching or more likely listening in on your love making. 

On the other side of the glass stood the shadowy figure of Damion, watching and listening to the sounds of your cries and pleas. It almost made him want to tackle Oliver and fuck you himself, but he held himself back. He let out a soft chuckle as he closed the bathroom door quietly so as to not give away he was there, and then left to join the duo of your brother and your father barbecuing.

It had irked him that he mocked Oliver for not even laying a single finger on you when he noticed how sensitive you were to his touch, and ultimately that drew you to ask Oliver to make you cum….when he should’ve been him. Shaking away the thoughts of anger, he trotted down the stairs and headed outside where the fire pit was, approaching the duo.

“Hello, hello, hello” Damion cockily said as he opened up his arms. 

“Son of a bitch, is that you Damion?!” Andrew nearly shouted as he set down the tongs and closed the barbecue, quickly approaching him to hug him.

“Yes in the flesh” he laughed, hugging Andrew back and then glancing over at George. 

“Andrew seriously, language” George rolled his eyes, approaching Damion as well and shaking his hand once he finished hugging Andrew. “Good to see you Damion.”

“Thank you sir, it is good to see you as well” Damion nodded in respect; he might’ve been a mafia boss, but he always knew to give his elders respect, especially the parents of his previous fiance. 

“So, when did you get out of prison ?” Andrew questioned with arms crossed.

“Yesterday.” 

“Oh really?” “And how was it there?’

“Hell” Damion shook his head, letting out a deep sigh.

“Hey, but at least your back” Andrew tried to raise his spirits. 

“But you did it for family, which is very admirable Damion” George commented. 

“Thank you sir, and yes….if Ohara would’ve gone to prison…his family would’ve been devastated…and I couldn’t have that.” 

“Just to let you know, my sister missed the shit out of you.” “And let’s say I ain’t happy with you for leaving her all alone for four fucking years.”

“I know Andrew, I’ve already apologized to her numerous times, but I promise I will make it up to her.” 

George narrowed his eyes a bit at Damion, “You can’t make up for four years Damion.” “My daughter’s heart was broken and…if I could…I wouldn’t speak to you….but I am doing this because I am not some heartless person.” 

“Yeah, my mom is the only one that ain’t fucking pissed at you.” “Shocking really, because she gets angry at everything” Andrew shook his head, turning back around to flip the food and check if the shrimp was cooked yet.

“I know I can’t make up for four years, but I did promise her that the life I lived would never harm her or her family” Damion looked at both of them with pleading eyes, hoping that they would accept him back.

Andrew glanced back at Damion, then at his father, wondering what he had to say. 

George sighed deeply as he heard Damion, “Well, you did make my daughter very happy, even if that is my job as a father.” “Just…try not to go back to prison and leave my baby girl alone, please.”

Andrew smiled a bit to himself as he began to scoop up the cooked shrimp into the aluminum pan, happy that his father was accepting of Damion, regardless of his money or what his true job was. “You want to try the shrimp Damion?” 

“Did y/n season it?” he questioned, approaching the grill.

“She always seasons the food, she’s great at it, you should know this by now” he laughed. 

“Well, just making sure, because some of your family members do not know how to season food properly” Damion also laughed, grabbing one of the shrimps, blowing on it since it was hot, and then popped it inside his mouth. “Damn, this is really good!” he hummed in happiness.

“Good, then y/n seasoned it well” Andrew nodded in happiness, grabbing the aluminum foil and beginning to cover the pan to make sure that it doesn’t get cold too quickly. “Did my sister finish preparing her salad and other foods?” 

“No, she is actually taking a shower right now, so I assume she’ll bring it out later.”

“How do you know she’s taking a shower?” Andrew questioned curiously, George quickly crossing his arms, also wanting to know.

“She told me when I was in the kitchen, helping her with the salad” Damion lied, not wanting to out himself that he was there, in the bathroom, listening on in Oliver fucking you. 

“Oh, must be taking a shower before going into the pool.”

“Yeah” Damion smiled awkwardly, glancing over at the other family members conversing with each other and swimming in the pool, wondering if they too will accept him back.

[wrestlinghistorywithkay]

Crying For Magnum: The Story of Nikita Koloff’s Face Turn In The Time Of Tragedy

TW: Mentions of a car accident, paralysis, and death

Hey Everyone! I hope you all are doing well! Professional Wrestling has a lot of amazing storylines and gimmicks. I consider it to be emotional on a few occasions. With this article , I’m going to explain what I mean by that statement. This is the story of how a Heel turned into a Babyface after a tragedy.

In the Spring of 1986, Magnum TA, the most popular star in Jim Crockett Promotions , had a storyline with Ivan Koloff. During the feud , Koloff would say his nephew, Nikita Koloff , would challenge Magnum for the NWA United States Heavyweight Championship and go on to take it from him. Magnum recently won the championship back from Tully Blanchard after winning their legendary , ‘ I Quit ! ’ match at Starrcade ‘ 85. The promoter of NWA and Jim Crockett Promotions , Jim Crockett Jr., would have a contract signing in May for the United States Championship match. Nikita was accompanied by Ivan as Magnum was accompanied by his mother. A fight between the two wrestlers happened after Koloff ridiculed Magnum’s mother. He would soon be stripped of the championship and have to fight for it in a ‘ Best of Seven ’ series of matches . These took place on the Great American Bash Tour for 1986. The series ended in the Summer on August 17,1986 with Koloff becoming the new NWA United States Heavyweight Champion.

Magnum TA was in talks to become the new NWA World Championship after the storyline with Koloff. However , this would never happen . On October 14, 1986 , Magnum TA was in a near fatal car accident in Charlotte , North Carolina. He lost control of his Porsche while it was raining and crashed into a telephone pole. It was claimed that he was speeding , however, he was actually doing the speed limit. He would be trapped in the car for two hours until someone who came upon the wreck called for help. Magnum was transported to Carolinas Medical Center with a broken C-4 and a C-5 vertebrae. Thus, the doctors had doubts that he would never be able to walk for the rest of his life. Magnum TA’s in ring career would end due to months of paralysis on the right side of his body due to the injuries sustained in the accident .

Therefore, after losing Magnum as a top wrestler and Babyface , NWA booker , ‘ The American Dream ’ Dusty Rhodes , made the decision to make his rival before the crash, Nikita Koloff , into a Babyface. Koloff claimed that he gained respect for his colleague and wanted to substitute for him , going by their storyline . Thus, this led to Koloff being on the cover of the Spring 1987 edition of ‘ Wrestling’ 87 ’ Magazine . Nikita would be seen on the magazine crying with the words , “ I cry for Magnum TA ”.

Koloff would state on the show , ‘ Dark Side Of The Ring ’ that he got the news about Magnum when he came back from Japan. It took place in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.

Magnum would make his TV return in 1987 would be an interview with commentator and backstage interviewer, Tony Schiavone. He would return in front of a live crowd with the help of two referees and a cane to help him walk to wish Nikita and Dusty good luck before they faced Tully Blanchard and Lex Luger. He would also manage Rhodes and Koloff.

In March of 2024, Koloff and Magnum would be seen in the crowd at AEW Revolution to witness Sting’s retirement match.

Nikita Koloff is now a Motivational Speaker and a Preacher.

My Final Thoughts:

Just hearing this story always breaks my heart. Knowing that Nikita would rise up and do something like that for his rival , that amazes me. Seeing that magazine cover with him on it really shows me that it does not matter if someone is a Face or A Heel, if something happens to a wrestler , it’s okay to show emotion and that if affects everyone in a locker room and a promotion. I also hope to meet Magnum and Nikita this year at WRESTLECADE.

( Fun fact: My Dad got to change a tire on Nikita’s car and talk to him. I’m jealous . )

Love You All,

- Kay

[msbigredmachine]

Watched Survivor Series: Wargames. My highlights:

1. The women’s match was chaotic in a good way. Waited for a Dakota Kai-esque betrayal at the entranceway but didn’t get it sadly.

2. LOL at Asuka’s mist finally neutralizing Rhea’s rampage.

3. Frenemies Becky and Bianca working together to get the W warmed my heart.

4. Sami near tears as he explained to Roman what being in the Bloodline means to him was some top tier acting. But the look on Roman’s face when he hugged Sami was 🥶 .

5. Shoutout to Damian Priest’s hair! The literal definition of bone-straight!

6. Always happy to see Dominik get his ass beat. That Thanksgiving beatdown he gave his Daddy made me mad lol

6. Finn and AJ beat the shit out of each other. Both guys are in their 40s and they still move the way they do. Very enjoyable.

7. Still don’t like Austin Theory but I’m taking him a little more seriously now.

8. Chocolate Daddy Lashley always looks like such a badass. 🍫

9. LOVED the double Hurt Lock on both Seth and Austin.

10. The Super Stomp from Seth! The finish was GREAT. Really good match IMO.

11. The entire Bloodline coming out together (in red, no less 🤤). I could feel the atmosphere change even through the screen.

12. I believe Roman is the first person to ever sit on a chair in the War Games cage lol.

13. Roman you ain’t slick, I know you sent Jey in first on purpose to get tortured before he could get any help! 👀 😡

14. Am I the only one that loves when Butch turns people’s fingers into pretzels? Sorry Jey.

15. TBH I initially thought the men’s match was going a little slow, but once Sami came in, I quickly understood that this match was all about the storytelling.

16. Fam, Solo Sikoa coming in second to last for the Bloodline made him look so important. He changed the match, the badass shooter making way for the final boss. And don’t forget the way he stared down the opps before the match even started. Straight flames!

17. Sami making the save for literally every Bloodline member 🥹🥺. Yet I was still on the edge of my seat because I was sure they would turn on him during the match

18. Jey superkicked that man in the face with zero remorse 😩🤦🏾‍♀️ And the crowd calling him an asshole afterwards was perfect!

19. Sami giving Kevin that low blow followed up with a Helluva kick was essentially Sami shooting Kevin in the head. Then sacrificing Kevin to Jey to finish him off. MY EMOTIONS!

20. You know you’ve been accepted when Roman hugs you with his hand on the back of your head, lol.

21. THE HUG FROM JEY 😳😳😳 I couldn’t believe my eyes!

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I don’t care what anyone else watches. The Bloodline storyline is THE BEST story being told in wrestling today. Rikishi’s boys are exceptional professional wrestlers.

My MVP - Sami Zayn, hands down. Stole the entire show. Stole this storyline and pocketed it. He has been amazing since this started in May. Plus this was funny af:

Line of the night:

“Come fight me, you little bitch!” - Becky to Bayley, repeatedly 🥴😂

[willowedwisteria]

⁂~Little, Harmless Habits~⁂

Summary -> Small little things about the cultists!

Note -> Yay! Back to writing I go! Here's your... monthly(?) dose of fluff from yours truly! I'm going change up my writing this time instead of going with my usual method of writing a whole storyline. These are practically headcanons 🧍‍♀️

Featuring -> Kazuha, Albedo, Thoma

Genre -> Fluff

Albedo

He enjoys drawing things that remind you of him!!

Whether it's the breathtaking sunset that signals the beginning of the evening or the dandelions fluttering around, being carried by the wind, he can somehow find this comforting feeling in his heart when he see's something that reminds him of you.

Albedo loves seeing you look through his sketchbook because of that reason.

You'll subconsciously compliment his drawings and admire the professional shading, not knowing that you were the reason he picked up his pencil to even sketch.

Thanks to those observant eyes of his, Albedo will always notice little details about you.

Why does he draw things that remind him of you instead of drawing you? Respect.

Albedo feels like drawing you without asking your permission is rude. However, he likes you the best when you act natural. Whenever he asks to draw you, you'll turn stiff and refrain from moving a lot.

Albedo is totally a person who focuses on your health. He doesn't want you to sudden get some deadly disease.

In the case that you do, you can expect him to push past his own limit and work endlessly, desperate to find any cure.

Albedo would totally love it when you tie his hair for him.

Albedo is so soft for you.

Kazuha

I don't know, I just have this headcanon that Kazuha adores fires. He loves having little campfires with you and watching the beautiful colors of the fire, the flame flickering once in a while.

He does that thing where you hover your hands around the fire during cold nights.

He feels like food cooked by a campfire taste better than cooking from any high class restaurant.

There was definitely one time where you and him were sitting on a log and you were resting your head on his shoulder as he just stared at the fire in front of him.

Kazuha knows a bunch about plants. No doubt. He knows which are edible and which aren't.

Kazuha hands probably feel a bit rough since he's a traveler.

He definitely is used to sleeping under the shade of a tree.

Kazuha would love to teach you how to play his leaf whistle thing. That look of adoration in your eyes always makes him more confident in his abilities.

You can't tell me this man isn't sly. I always have the feeling where he would casually add in a flirt to any sentence and pull it off.

Since Kazuha is from a noble clan, I have a feeling he used to be childhood friends with Ayaka until his clan fell. (I might be wrong though)

If you ever give him something, like an earing or a necklace, he would always be seen wearing it around. Kazuha will always clutch your gift in his hands whenever he misses you on his journeys.

Thoma

Whenever he gets the chance to, he would prepare these bentos that are so PERFECT. This man thinks about your health and everything. There is and always will be a perfect balance of vegetables and meat.

Even if you are picky, Thoma would know which food you would like and you have to admit that his cooking is AMAZING.

He would make little mini pandas out of rice and seaweed or maybe even little octo-dogs (Hotdogs that look like octopus)

There will always be that comforting sticky note left in the package he gave you. This man is the perfect malewife and no one can convince me otherwise.

You can't tell me he isn't cuddly after a long day. He would want always want a hug from your grace if you're around.

Thoma probably jokingly makes fun of short people.

Thoma can be cheesy. No doubt here.

Something random and out of nowhere, Thoma is probably very ticklish.

He has such a heartwarming laugh and smile. If his laugh gives you serotonin, then you'd probably tickle him a bunch.

Golden Retriever vibes.

Who needs to brand Zhongli as the best gentleman when THOMA EXISTS.

If you know how to cook, Thoma would love to join you in cooking and learn a few tricks or two from you.

A bunch of puppies and kittens will always crowd around Thoma when they spot him. What can I say? He's an animal person. Plus, he's probably already memorized the names of every pet in town.

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[sea-moon-star]

THE PERILLA LEAVES SCANDAL || KTH

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x reader

Genre: Fluff, slight angst

WC: 1k

Summary: Inspired by the MBTI Lab episode of BTS, wherein Tae makes it clear that he's ANTI perilla leaves & absolutely wouldn't accept his S.O. peeling leaves for his friend, as it's far too romantic & intimate a gesture. And he's as possessive & jealous as it gets (not in a toxic way ofc, this is BTS we're talking about. They're gentlemen in the truest sense). Also featuring the Wooga Squad & mentions of Our Beloved Summer!! 🌊🌙⭐️

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Y/N's POV

I couldn't believe my luck, I'd been in love with Kim Taehyung since I was a starry eyed teenager and as much as every song, fanfic and dream of mine revolved around him... I'd never once imagined that we'd actually meet in person, forget the fact that we'd end up dating. He was THE Kim Taehyung, member of the biggest musical act in the world, winner of handsomest face in the world and the bias of millions of people across the globe. And somehow, I'd found my way to him and he'd found his path to me. I worked in the k-drama industry as a writer and all it had taken was him singing an OST for my show, one which was led by one of his best friends - Choi Woosik to serve as our meet cute.

He'd come on set multiples times- to meet his friend, to watch us incorporate the song into the show, sometimes to suggest storylines for the show itself. But by the end as the wrap party came near, he came up to me and made it clear that he was just finding excuses to be on set so he could spend more time with me. And just like that, I happened to show him, the 4 o clock tattoo I'd had on my flesh, since I was in university. It was his song, it was proof that I'd fallen in love with him way before he'd fallen for me. And just like that, we began our lives together.

Tae's POV

I'd just begun dating Y/N but it felt like I'd known her a lifetime. And it felt so unfair that she had years to get to know me but I'd met her only so recently. I'd taken it up to spend all my free time with her so I could catch up on knowing more about her life, the same way in which she knew everything about mine. Ofcourse, that meant my friends and others began to complain that I'd all but forgotten them because I had a girlfriend now. So to appease them, I decided that this weekend I'd have a joint dinner with the Wooga squad and her. It seemed like a safe and easy bet for her to meet them before she met the members or anyone else as she already knew Wooshik and was acquainted with the television industry.

I was far more worried she'd faint the moment one of the Bangtan members walked in, she was a huge army of us and I wasn't certain she was still ready to face them one on one outside of a concert setting. It amused me to no end, seeing how flustered she got around them even though her work routinely involved meeting celebrities. It just showed how this professional and calm headed 20 something, turned to a decade younger version of herself the moment she thought of BTS. But that was an exception, apart from that she amazed me at how she stayed calm in any situation. I'd always worried about how someone would fit into the glamour and yet pressures my lifestyle provided but halfway through the meal as the 6 of us sat down and ate grilled meat and drank baekju, I knew she was born for it.

It was like she's fit right in without any effort at all. But just as I was happy about how comfortable she was with everyone, I bit my tongue wondering if I'd spoken far too soon. Maybe it was far too cozy and I shouldn't have let it get this far, atleast that's what I thought to myself as I saw her help Seojoon pick up and seperate the perilla leaves on his dish when he struggled with it. It was probably the fact that I was drunk but something about that set me off.

I got up from the table and left the place, with the door banging behind me without bothering to give any explanation even as they asked me for the same. I went out for a breath of fresh air to cool myself down, as minutes she followed. She tried to get me to tell her what was wrong even as I insisted I wanted to be left alone. But she kept pushing and I couldn't stop myself anymore.

I cornered her against the wall, our eyes gazing into each other's ferociously, my hands pinning her from both sides keeping her from escaping as I growled softly under my breath and said, "You really don't know what's wrong? I'm your boyfriend, you do remember that right? Or do you need reminding? Me. Not the other members of bangtan that you blush over every time a new music video drops and certainly not any of my hyungs in there who you're happily serving drinks and peeling perilla leaves for. They can get their own bloody girlfriends but you're mine, you wanna be all kind and helpful then do it for me. Pick me, choose me and love me. Not them. I can't tell you how my blood boils when I see you being that close to someone else. I know that neither of them nor you would ever betray me but still... You don't know how amazing you are. It would be so easy to get swayed, so please just downplay your charms and keep them close to your heart. For me? Please? I can't bear the thought of losing you. I thought I had everything I ever wanted with my career and family but until I met you, I didn't know what I was missing. And now that I have you, I can't imagine life without you. Am I making any sense at all?"

Y/N's POV

I wanted to be mad at him, so badly for creating such a scene. But there was something about the way his pout made my heart ache, that all I wanted was to see his boxy smile return to his face. He was jealous, the man who could have anyone in the universe wanted me and was insecure about our relationship? I laughed despite myself, unable to process how this was happening. I couldn't be angry at him, I loved him too much to not give in.

So I cupped his face with my palms, steadily staring at him at eye level as I said firmly, "Taehyung, you are the love of my life. You have been for more than a decade. And I promise, nothing and no one could ever come in the way of that. I hated the color green, I didn't know a single thing about art galleries, I had never heard good jazz music but I now that's changed. And it's all because of you. I've always wanted to go to a BTS concert, always wanted someone who'd not take me for granted and prioritise me, I always wanted a house full of children but I thought all of that was impossible until I met you. So do I have to keep going or do you understand how much I love you? And why me pouring a drink or peeling perilla leaves is an absolute non issue?"

He nodded and sighed in relief as leaned forward and kissed me on the forehead, leaving me weak in my knees. Once again, I couldn't believe his duality, the fact that he was capable of going from that angry to upset to this soft and caring in a split second. And wrapped my hand around his waist and pulled him close as smiled and walked back into the restaurant, together- the perilla leaves scandal left behind us.

THE END. 🌊🌙⭐️

[caitimetravels]

she's insignificant

chapter 10: where you've gone

the umbrella academy x (fem) reader

disclaimer: i do not own the plot/storyline of the netflix tv series and i do not own the umbrella academy characters.

warnings: none

masterlist

with a sigh, y/n stood. five was still writing away behind her on the walls non-stop. she didn't dare interrupt him, simply leaving. she would be back anyways. all she needed was a nice walk. 

as she wandered down the street with no destination in mind she spaced out, eyes trained on her feet. suddenly someone knocked her shoulder and brought her back to reality. she raised her head, hoping they weren't someone looking to start a fight or argue with her.

"y/n?" instead she was met with allison. her technically older sister seemed frustrated.

"allison? are you okay?" y/n's eyebrows furrowed, looking up at the curly haired woman. 

"yeah.. i think so" she frowned, "i'm worried about vanya. she won't listen to me but her boyfriend, whoever he is.. i think he's dangerous. i couldn't find anything about him-"

"you went searching for his records?" y/n pulled back in disbelief, "allison! you know vanya doesn't like-"

"i know, she already got angry with me" allison sighed, shaking her head.

"why would you do that?" y/n tilted her head up at her, eyes narrowing incredulously. "where are you even going?"

"well, i found his address. i was going to see if anything's weird.." she earned a disapproving look, "i can't just sit around and do nothing y/n! please, help me, for vanya?"

y/n's expression only darkened, "why are you trying to ruin one of the only good things in her life?! she deserves to be happy for once and im not going to help you take that away from her!" she begun to shout, freezing as she realised her powers were getting out of control in the middle of the street. "just.. leave them alone!" 

she took off, hoping to get away, she needed to get away.

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as the sweet melody came to soft halt y/n smiled up at her sister. vanya donned a similar grin, placing her violin down and joining y/n on the floor, cross legged and leaning back against her bed.

"one day, you're going to be amazing, v" y/n mumbled quietly, looking like she was in a slight daze, "more amazing than you are now.. you're going to be a famous violinist, i can see it now. 'vanya hargreeves, the world's best violinist'" 

vanya softly nudged her shoulder, shaking her head. "no way, the world? c'mon" 

"i'm serious!" y/n was adamant, sitting up straighter to see her better, "you're gonna be so cool! and everyone here is going to see you and say 'damn, wish i had seen how awesome our sister was back then' and you're going to have lots of fans!"

vanya snorted, shyly brushing her long hair to the side, "yeah, right"

".. you won't forget me when you're famous, right?" y/n leaned back against the bed to avoid direct eye contact, her voice was much softer now. "don't forget me.. okay?" she nervously side eyed her sister, trying to gauge her reaction.

"i could never" vanya shook her head, leaning into the h/c haired girl. both of them shared small content grins.

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as she walked upstairs to five's room she heard a commotion, hopefully he hadn't gotten into a fight with one of their siblings again, right?

wrong.

"put her down" five snarled, holding a gun up to luther who held dolores' body out the window. y/n grinned at the sight, highly amused. who would have thought luther would ever threaten someone? well, y'know excluding their missions.. but five nonetheless? she leaned casually against the doorway, arms crossing and waiting for them to sort out whatever issue she walked in on.

"put the gun down, you're not killing anyone today. i know she's important to you so don't make me do this" luther paused, waiting to see what five would do. "it's either her or the gun.. you decide"

eventually five did decide that dolores was more important and dropped the gun before spacial jumping to catch dolores before she could fall. not that much damage would have occurred to the mannequin anyways, maybe a few scratches.

"i can keep doing this all day" luther spoke triumphantly, now holding the gun at his side. y/n snorted, catching their attention.

"you're such children" both glared at her in response, "c'mon, surely you have a better plan than whatever ended up in this-" she gestured vaguely between them, "squabble"

"we did not squabble" five hissed, placing dolores down and straightening his jacket. "but yes, i do have a one other plan" 

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the three of them, five, luther and y/n, drove down an empty road before slowing to a stop. five unbuckled his seatbelt and sighed, looking around.

"you know, i never enjoyed it" he started and luther turned to him in confusion.

"what?"

"the killing. i mean i was- i was good at my work and i took pride in it but it never gave me pleasure" he took a deep breath, "i think it was all those years alone. solitude can do funny things to the mind"

"yeah well, you were gone for such a long time.. i only spent four years on the moon but that was more than enough. it's the being alone that breaks you" luther placed a hand on the briefcase, "you think they'll buy it?"

"well, what i do know is that they're desperate. it's like a cop losing his gun" he alluded, "if the commission finds out they'll be in deep shit, well not to mention that they'll be stuck here until they get it back"

"i should hold onto it" luther suggested, patting it with one hand.

"hm?" five's eyebrows furrowed,

"incase they make a move on you" he added to explain his point.

"okay, luther.. but be careful. i've lived a long life but.. you're still a young man, you've got your whole life ahead of you. don't waste it" y/n snorted and five turned to her, unamused.

"what?" they stared at each other for a moment before five shook his head, looking away with a small smile.

suddenly a car began to drive towards them and they all made to get out of the car. "here we go" five sighed again, he was doing that a lot, y/n realised.

the car continued to drive past them, stopping a few metres away.

"if this all goes sideways.. do me a favour and tell dolores i'm sorry" five turned to luther who nodded slowly.

as five walked away from them y/n leaned back against the car.

"i have a bad feeling about this" she nervously picked at her nails and luther frowned, looking over at her.

"why? what's wrong?"

"that.. i don't know yet" she looked down the road, "i just.. feel like something's off" she shook her head as five walked back, leaning next to her.

luther stepped forwards a bit, "what happens now?"

"now we wait" 

barely a moment later they heard the music of an ice cream truck. y/n squinted against the sun and wind, trying to work out who it was. she took a moment to focus, sensing klaus, diego and ben. uh oh.

as the car got closer luther turned to five, "is that her?"

"luther, you idiot" y/n shook her head, "it's klaus and diego" right on time klaus waved to them as they passed.

the two assassins begun shooting, thinking it was a set up and y/n raised her arms to cover her head as luther stepped in front of her and five to block any shots.

suddenly time stopped.. well, only for five.

he frowned down at y/n next to him, the girl cowering in on herself. he felt bad for bringing her into something like this but she was very persistent.

he slowly stepped under luther's arm, looking at everyone frozen in slight confusion.

"neat trick, isn't it?" a feminine voice called out behind him and he turned to face the woman he had asked to see. the handler. she stared at him, pulling the veil over her face up and onto her hat instead before pulling her sunglasses off.

"hello, five" she smiled, "you look good.. all things considered" she softly gestured to all of him.

"it's good to see you again" he nodded back,

"feels like we met just yesterday, 'course you were a little bit older then" she teased, "congratulations on the age regression, by the way. very clever, threw us all off the scent"

"ah, well, i wish i could take credit" five shrugged, looking away. "i just miscalculated the time dilation of projections and.. well, you know, here i am" his gaze met hers once again, throwing his hands up before putting them back in his pockets, casually.

"you realise your efforts are futile" the handler shifted so that her briefcase was behind her, "so, why don't you tell me what you really want?"

"i want you to put a stop to it" five moved his own hands behind his back. 

"you realise what you're asking for is next to impossible even for me" she shook her head, "what's meant to be is meant to be. that's our raison d'etre" 

"yeah?" five smiled sarcastically, pulling a gun from his shorts "well how about survival as a raison?" 

"i'll just be replaced, i am but a small cog in a machine" the handler waved it off, ignoring the gun pointing straight at her heart. "this fantasy you've been nurturing about summoning up your family to stop the apocalypse is just that.. a fantasy. i must say though, we'll quite impressed with your initiative, your stick-to-it-tiveness, really quite- quite something. which is why we want to offer you, a new position back at the commission, in management" the handler held a hand up, smiling like her offer was an obvious choice.

"sorry what's that now?" five scoffed as she stepped closer, hand tightening on the gun.

"come back to work for us again, you know it's where you belong" 

"well, it didn't work out too well the last time" he glared up at her, not liking the persistence.

"oh but you wouldn't be in the correction department any longer, i'm talking about the home office, you'd have the best health and pension and an end to this ceaseless travel" she laughed freely, "you're a distinguished professional in.. school boy shorts. we have the technology to reverse the process. i mean you- you can't be happy like this" she slowly pushed his gun down, stepping ever closer.

"i'm not looking for happy" he spat through gritted teeth.

the handler only tilted her head, eyeing him carefully before raising a hand to stroke his cheek, "we're all looking for happy. we can make that happen, we can make you.. yourself again"

five huffed a laugh, gesturing to his siblings. "what about my family?"

"what about them?" the handler raised an eyebrow, acting like she didn't already know he intended to save them.

"i want them to survive" 

the handler took in a deep breath, taking in the sight of luther protecting y/n who was still crouching against the car as well as diego and klaus who were in the middle of crashing the ice cream truck.

"all of them?" 

"yes, all of them" he narrowed his eyes at her,

the handler gave him a small smirk, moving towards the recoiled girl. five watched carefully, waiting to see what she would do.

"it's such a shame.. she would have done well with us. if only we could take her too" she reached a hand out, about to touch her but five moved first, spacial jumping in front of her and grabbing her hand. he held her away from y/n.

"don't touch her" he snarled, unmoving from his protective stance. 

"my my, five, i didn't expect such protectiveness from you" the handler merely smirked, stepping away. as they walked back she once again proposed her deal.

"well" the handler begun, reaching a hand into her pocket and pulling out her sunglasses before putting them back on her face. "i'll see what i can do from them.. do we have a deal?" she reached a hand out to him, awaiting his acceptance. he merely stared at her hand before sighing,

"one thing" five stepped back, putting his gun in his shorts again. he walked over to hazel's gun on the floor, taking out the ammunition and chucking it on one side of the road before chucking the rest of the gun to the other. he turned and walked back, noticing the bullet headed towards luther and y/n. he frowned, using his pointer finger and thumb to move it over so that it would hit the car instead of them.

as soon as he shook her outstretched hand they disappeared and time was restored.

y/n shivered, ignoring the bullet hitting the car next to her and the way her siblings scrambled around to get away quick. she allowed herself to be shoved into the car with klaus and diego, spaced out.

"you alright?" diego turned to her while klaus stuck the middle finger up at hazel and cha cha. 

"i felt someone else.. it was only for a moment but i felt someone.." she spoke solemnly, staring at her shaking hands. "and then five just.. disappeared"

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[obeymeoasis]

Demon Bros React: MC Is Insecure

Warnings: mentions of insecurity surrounding body image, physical appearance, self-worth.

Lucifer

It was the day after a party Diavolo had thrown at his castle. You had had fun for the most part, dancing with the brothers and eating delicious foods prepared by Barbatos. 

But you also remembered how it had felt to look around the room and realize you were surrounded by gorgeous demons, not a single flaw on anyone’s face. Doubt and insecurity had begun to creep into your mind, and that feeling had carried over into the next day.

You had only talked briefly with Lucifer at the party because he was too busy interacting with Diavolo’s guests. Every time you tried to catch his eye, you noticed how beautiful whoever he was talking to was and found yourself swallowing down your greeting.

Currently Lucifer was at his desk like always, scribbling down notes and shuffling through papers. You brought him afternoon tea and sat reading in one of his armchairs to keep him company.

You had been telling yourself that you were going to ask him the question that was burning in your mind, but an hour had already passed since you first came in. You tried to distract yourself with your book but the words were fuzzy on the page. Finally, you spoke. “Luci?”

He didn’t look up from his desk when he answered, “Yes, love?”

“Do you... do you ever wish I was more beautiful?”

The scratching of his pen stopped immediately and Lucifer lowered the papers he was holding to show his face, a carefully blank expression revealing nothing. “What exactly do you mean by that question?”

“I mean exactly what I asked. Do you ever wish I was more beautiful? More attractive? As the Avatar of Pride have you ever been... embarrassed to be seen with me?”

At this Lucifer’s expression grew cold and furious. “Has someone... made you feel this way? Has someone made you feel as if you are inadequate?” You shook your head sadly and whispered, “No, just my own brain.”

“Ah, I see. Well pet, I don’t ever wish you were more beautiful because you are the most beautiful being I’ve ever seen. So it would be physically impossible for you to be more beautiful than you are now.”

You snorted. “Luci, that was so cheesy. Your brothers would throw up if they heard what you just said.” Lucifer’s lips quirked up in amusement. “Well, I’m glad I was able to make you laugh. And I do mean what I said. I’ve never once felt embarrassed to be with you; you are my pride, the source of my happiness. If anyone were to suggest otherwise, I would gladly kill them.”

“Luci, we’ve been over this. You can’t just kill everyone who is mildly rude to me.”

Lucifer went back to working on his papers but there was a gentle smile on his face. “Darling, you’ll find that I definitely can. I have a permit.”

Mammon

You were regretting tagging along to one of Mammon’s photo shoots. At first, it seemed like a fun idea getting to look at all the clothes, makeup, and jewelry. Plus, you really wanted to see what Mammon was like when he was working professionally. 

It was fun at first, you cooing over how handsome Mammon looked in his outfit and watching him get all flustered and blushy. But then the actual photoshoot started and you watched as Mammon posed with a stunning model.

You tried to not let your insecurities get the best of you. You were here to support Mammon! But as the shoot progressed you couldn’t help but start to compare yourself, keeping track of how they were more beautiful and you more flawed. 

The photographer stopped to take a break and Mammon immediately bounced over to you. “MC, did you see me? How does it feel to watch the Great Mammon in his natural element? I look good, don’t I?”

You caressed Mammon’s cheek and feigned a bright smile. “You were amazing Mammon! You look so handsome. And this is such a cool outfit!” But Mammon was somehow always able to tell when you were faking a good mood and he frowned. “MC, is something wrong? You look sad. Did something happen?”

You opened your mouth, an excuse ready on your lips, but found you couldn’t lie right to Mammon’s face. You gestured toward the model who was talking to their manager in the corner. “Do you ever wish I looked like that?”

Mammon cocked his head, confused. “Do I ever wish you had blue hair? Not particularly? Although now that I think about it, blue hair would look cool on you too.”

You sighed. “No, I mean do you ever wish I looked like a model? Sexier? Or prettier?” Mammon thought for a moment, processing your question, and then frowned. “Oh no no no. Treasure, what’s this all about? What happened?”

“Sorry Mams, I didn’t want to distract you while you’re working. I just got really low and insecure all of a sudden. Started thinking about how you should be with someone really beautiful, you know? And sometimes I feel like that’s not me.”

Clearly upset, Mammon rushed to give you a crushing hug, tucking your head underneath his chin. “MC I- I wish I could beam my thoughts into your head. That way you’d really believe me when I say that you’re so precious to me. Every day I wake up and think about how lucky I am to be with you.”

You chuckled a little. “I do put up a lot with you, don’t I.” Mammon gently smacked you on your back. “Hey! I’ve been good lately! But seriously MC, you are stunning. You are gorgeous. And it’s okay if you don’t believe me right now because- because I’ll tell you as many times as you need me to! I’ll tell you a thousand times a day! A million times!”

You tried to blink away the tears in your eyes and held onto Mammon even tighter. “Thanks Mams, I love you so much.”

“Love you too treasure. Your first man’s gonna take care of you, don’t you worry about a thing.”

Leviathan

Usually you liked watching anime with Levi; it was one of your favorite things to do together. Levi was always more happy and lively when watching with you because he was able to express his opinions freely without judgment. And you thought it was adorable how excited Levi got over his favorite characters and storylines.

Today, you were snuggled together on some cushions re-watching an episode of “The Magical Ruri Hanai: Demon Girl”. At first you were enjoying the episode, laughing as Ruri got used to the oddities of the human world. But Levi’s repeated comments about how cute Ruri-chan was, which you usually never minded, started to bother you a bit.

You took a quick glance around the room, noting Levi’s enormous collection of Ruri-chan posters, figurines, and other merch. Levi tapped you on the knee, interrupting your thoughts. “MC, you’re missing the best part! What are you looking at?”

You sighed a little, struggling to act nonchalant. “Sorry Levi, it’s nothing. I’m still watching.” Frowning, Levi paused the episode and turned to look at you. “Hey, what’s up?”

Taking a deep breath, you said “Levi, I’m not Ruri-chan.” He narrowed his eyes in confusion. “Yes... I know?”

You continued, “I don’t look like Ruri-chan. Does that bother you?”

“Does it bother me... that you don’t look like an anime character?” He repeated the question slowly, as if you had asked him the strangest question in the world.

Frustrated, you blurted out “I don’t look like Ruri-chan! I’m never going to be as cute as her!”

Levi looked completely bewildered, his eyes wide and staring at you in confusion. “B-But you are cute! MC, w-what are you even talking about?” 

Embarrassed at your outburst you looked down at the floor silently. Levi scooted over toward you so that your knees were touching and he waited until you broke the silence. “Sometimes I wonder if I’m good enough. I think maybe you’d like it if I looked cuter or acted cuter, like the characters in anime.”

Levi hesitated for a moment before quickly grabbing onto your hand, blushing furiously as he did so. "MC, I-I already think you're c-cute. Really really cute. So don't say things like that. And also, I like you because you're you! Not because you're like someone else."

"And you make me really happy. I'm just a gross otaku. I never thought I'd be able to... to find someone like you. Someone who accepts me."

He tried to lock eyes with you but blushed even harder and stared at your joined hands. "Plus, I couldn't to-touch an anime character. But I can touch you. I can hold your hand or give you hugs whenever you need it, o-okay?"

You leaned your head onto Levi's shoulder and closed your eyes, letting the peaceful silence wash over you.

Satan

You were accompanying Satan on a trip to one of his favorite stores: an antique shop that sold all manner of rare books and artifacts. The owner, Ms. Sparrow, was a friend of Satan’s and she welcomed the two of you wholeheartedly.

Today, she looked as gorgeous as she always did. Her chic pearl dress and matching silk gloves shone against her dark skin. Not a curl in her hair was out of place and even the click-clack of her heels on the floor seemed melodious somehow.

You left Satan to look at the books and went wandering off into the various aisles of the store, marveling at all the bits and bobs. In one of the over-stuffed corners you happened to find a glittering silver key on a red velvet ribbon. Taking it in your hand, you went back through to show it off to Satan, wanting to ask him what he thought it opened.

But Satan was busy chatting and laughing with Ms. Sparrow. You watched the two of them for a moment and noticed how well they complimented each other. Both had a certain poise, a kind of confidence and certainty in their movements.

On your walk back to the dorms, you were unusually quiet and Satan noticed. “Pet, is something the matter?”

You hesitated, wondering if Satan was going to find your insecurity childish. “Satan, I’m not very....elegant.”

“Yes, I know. You choked on a piece of bread yesterday. The day before that you tripped over absolutely nothing and fell down.” He smiled, expecting for you to get riled up, but it fell when he saw that you looked dejected. “Love, what is the matter? Have I upset you?”

You avoided his gaze. “Sometimes... sometimes I wonder if I bring you down by being with you. I feel like you deserve someone elegant and sophisticated. Someone who matches you. But I’m not. I’m clumsy and messy and not perfect, like Ms. Sparrow.”

Satan’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Ms. Sparrow? What does she have anything to with this?” He turned you around so that you were facing him. “Pet, please look at me. I love you. And I’m not with you in spite of you being clumsy or messy. I love you because you’re clumsy and messy, because those are parts of you and I love all of you.”

He leaned down to press his forehead against yours. “And why would I need someone perfect? Am I perfect? Yesterday you saw me screaming at my cup because I accidentally spilled some tea and burned my finger.”

You shrugged while giggling, “I thought it was a perfectly reasonable response.” You wrapped your arms around his and buried your face into his shoulder. “Thanks, Satan. You always know how to make me feel better.”

He reached down to give you a gentle kiss. “Anytime, love. I’m always here for you.”

Asmodeus

Asmo has a lot of fans across all his social media accounts. That was made perfectly clear the first time you went on a date with him outside. Sitting in the trendy coffeeshop, several people had come up to ask him for a picture or an autograph. He was never shy about you and always introduced you as his sweetheart, cooing about how beautiful you were. 

Some days it was okay. You loved seeing the bubbly social-butterfly side of Asmo. He was always so sweet to everyone who came up to him and genuinely enjoyed meeting new people. But other days, your insecurity rose up like a huge wave and dampened everything.

This particular day you were shopping with Asmo in a new boutique that had opened up. You were aimlessly flicking through the racks of clothes when you heard a large squealing.

Two demons ran up to Asmo, talking and gesturing excitedly. You could make out that they followed him on Devilgram and were asking if he was willing to take a picture with them. These demons were some of the most attractive beings you had ever seen. Their clothes were incredibly stylish and their hair and makeup were done flawlessly.

Looking around the shop, in all of the full length mirrors you could see the reflection of Asmo and his beautiful fans. And you looked out of place, like a puzzle piece that didn’t fit in at all. 

Tearing up, you grabbed a random pair of jeans off the rack and ran into a changing room. You turned away from the mirror, not wanting to look at yourself, and took deep breaths to try and keep from bursting into sobs. After a few moments Asmo began looking for you, having finished taking pictures. “Sweetheart, are you changing? Let me see what you’re wearing when you’re done!”

At the sound of his voice you burst into tears and your attempts to muffle the noise were futile. Outside the door, Asmo’s voice sounded panicked. “Darling, are you okay? What’s the matter? Please come outside, whatever it is please let me help you!” You hesitated, not wanting to face him, but this made him even more frantic. He started jiggling the doorknob and knocking on the door.

You opened it, afraid that he would accidentally break the doorknob leaving you trapped inside. As soon as he saw you he gathered you in his arms and began making shushing noises while smoothing your hair. “Sweetheart, why are you crying? Please talk to me, please tell me what’s wrong.”

You tried to get the words out in between sobs and hiccups. “A-Asmo, don’t you want someone m-more beautiful? Someone who-who looks g-good with you?” Asmo paused for a moment, processing your words, and then his eyes burned with anger. “Sweetheart, did one of my fans say something mean to you? Did someone make you feel like this?”

You shook your head vigorously. “No, just me.” Asmo breathed a sigh of relief at hearing no one had harrassed you and resumed smoothing your hair. “Oh, darling. You ARE beautiful. You’re stunning, sweetheart. I wish you could see the way I saw you, how adorable and gorgeous you are. And I understand that there are going to be days when you don’t believe me, when you feel like you’re not. But at least don’t go through those days alone, okay?”

You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak without tearing up again.

"Now, let's go get some ice cream. We can eat it while taking a bubble bath."

Beelzebub

You weren’t really sure why Beel liked you coming with him to the gym all the time, even if you didn’t exercise. He said your presence was calming and that it made him focus better, which was odd because a lot of the time you just sat on an unoccupied machine and scrolled through your D.D.D.

Today was much the same, with Beel running on the treadmill and you watching some videos. The gym was pretty empty, just a few students exercising here and there.

Your eyes drifted to Beel who was running without even breaking a sweat. His body was all solid muscle: his arms, legs, and abs looked perfectly chiseled and toned. Last week you accidentally ran into Beel in the hallway and it felt like you had smashed into a brick wall. Beel, on the other hand, was completely fine.

You began to wonder what Beel thought about your body. He could be pretty handsy at times and he wasn’t shy in his affections. But what if there was something he didn’t like? Something that he thought needed changing?

He’s never mentioned anything about exercising to you before. But you thought back to the students you had seen in this gym: all of them were extremely fit with incredible bodies. You couldn’t help but start to compare yourself to them and think that maybe you were lacking.

Just then, Beel finished his run and walked over to you. You weren’t sure what kind of facial expression you were making but it seemed enough to concern him because he asked, “MC, is everything okay?”

“Hey Beel... do you ever wish I had a nicer body?”

He squinted in confusion. “What do you mean by ‘a nicer body’?”

“I don’t know... just better. Whatever nicer looks like for you.”

Beel was quiet for a moment, thinking. “No, I've never wished for that before. I still don't know what you mean by 'nicer'. I love you. And I love your body because its yours. The only thing that matters to me is whether you’re happy. And as long as I'm still allowed to touch you, then I'm happy.”

He looked at you nervously then, biting his lip. "Am I... still allowed to touch you?"

You laughed and reached to give him a hug, loving how safe it felt in his arms. "Of course, big guy. Thanks for making me feel better. You always know what to say."

Beel flushed with pride and closed his eyes in happiness, leaning into your hand as you patted him on the head.

Belphegor

You knew you were dreaming because you were sitting in a R.A.D classroom surrounded by fellow students, but you couldn’t focus on any of their faces. They were blurry, as if someone had smudged them like an artist had smudged some charcoal.

You were at your desk, looking around the classroom, when as if on cue all of the students began to slowly gather around you. They stood there silently for a moment, unmoving, and you felt a shiver go up your spine. 

And then one by one the students began to hurl insults at you.

“You’re not good enough. Not good enough for Belphegor.” “You’re ugly, you’re hideous. “You’re unwanted, go back to where you came from.” “You don’t deserve what you have, don’t deserve good.” “You’re weak.” “You ruin others, you ruin everything.”

As they insulted you the students began to draw themselves closer, pushing and shoving to reach you. They almost made a cover over your desk as if to block out all the light. You hunched over your desk, shaking and panicking, trying to curl up to protect yourself.

One of the demons began shaking your shoulder roughly, you yelping in pain. He began yelling in your ear, “Wake up! Wake up!”

“MC! Wake up!”

You startled awake and looked around the room in fear. You were in Belphie’s bed, your pajamas sticking to you with sweat. Belphie was looking at you with concern, one hand still on your shoulder.

“MC, you’re okay. It’s just me. It was just a nightmare.” You let out a sob and buried yourself in his arms while he patted you on the back until your breaths evened out.

“D-Did you see my dream?” you asked. You were nervous about showing Belphie that weak side of you, the insecurities that had been brewing since the two of you had begun a relationship. He looked apologetic. “I did. You were whimpering and shaking in your sleep. I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

He reached over, one hand smoothing your hair, the fingers of his other hand interlaced with yours. “None of what they said was true, you know.” You looked down, embarrassed. “I mean it, MC. You are good enough. You’re beautiful, you’re wanted, you deserve all the nice and beautiful things in the world, you’re strong. And most importantly, you lift others up. You lift me up everyday.”

He lifted up your hand and pressed a kiss against it. “You lifted me out of darkness. I love you so much. And I’ll gladly stay by your side, for as long as you’ll have me.”

You grabbed the front of his sweater to draw him into a rough kiss, lips bruising. “Forever, Belphie. Forever.”