#answered (request)

[plutonium-art]

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and maybe the old man rodger too

Dog plush,,,

[alphystims]

💥 : King Candy (turbo also works!!) , Wreck-It-Ralph

With no jelly/shower slime or clay poping/cracking please ᯓᡣ𐭩 <- @mydarlingedits

King Candy Randomised Stimboard!

I feel like this might spark a new HC or two!

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[insomniac-djmm]

Omg I saw that you accepted my request! Thank you so much :3. Soo I have another BATIM ask for sammy x reader (he’s my favorite) Sammy x artist reader? They can just draw casually or be an art department person or anything else I don’t mind

(btw I love your writing style so much!)

A Musical Muse: Sammy Lawrence X Artist! Reader

Summary: Sammy's lover has always had a knack for creating things, especially pictures. After a while of art block, they find inspiration in the man closest to them.

Character: Sammy Lawrence - Bendy and the Ink Machine franchise

Warnings: None! :)

Genre: Fluff

Author's Note: Thank you so much for your request, I really appreciate it! I absolutely LOVE writing for Sammy, he's got to be one of my all-time favorite characters! Thank you so, so, so much for the compliment on my writing style, by the way! It means so much to me! I hate to say it, but I did put this off until two days ago and did it during an all-nighter, so it's gonna be short and sweet, sorry :( I wanted it to be a bit longer, but I wrote the last sentence and thought that was a sweet way to end it :)Merry Christmas, and happy holidays!

Word Count: 509 words

"Uugghhh..." Y/N groaned, falling back onto their bed, holding their sketchbook and pencil in the air. For almost a month now, they would sit down with snacks and their art supplies, ready to draw, but the moment they picked up their pencil...

Nothing.

Their brain came up with nothing.

No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't think of a single thing they wanted to or felt like drawing. Either that, or they got side-tracked. "Curse you, art block..." They groaned, letting their arms flop down beside them.

"Art block?" Sammy spoke up, having just then walked into their room. It was one of those rare occasions when Joey let him actually leave the studio instead of staying in the Artists' Rest, which was a good thing because he hardly got any sleep in there anyways, and it gave him more time with his darling.

"Goodness, it's a horrible thing." Sammy winced, recalling his own episodes of experiencing art block. When you do creative work for a living, art block is the last thing you want to experience, and Sammy had his fair share of scuffs with the involuntary lack of creativity.

"Yeah... Got it right now." Y/N sighed, sitting up now as their legs dangled off of the edge of their bed. "That was rather apparent." Sammy chuckled, making his observation clear.

"I just... Ugh! I wanna draw something, but I can't think of anything at all!" They exclaimed, the frustration clear in their voice.

"I'm sure you just need to give it some time." Their lover offered a smile. "It usually clears up on its own." "Sammy, it's been a month now-"

"Oh-"

He took a moment, pausing. "Well, my dear, have you not yet come across something, perhaps... Particularly inspiring? Something that would get your mind going again?" He asked. "Perhaps revisiting a source of media you enjoy could get you back into it." Y/N paused, nodding. "Yeah, maybe." They glanced to their sketchbook before looking back to Sammy.

Maybe it was the way the artificial light from the overhead lamp hit his eyes, his patient smile, his soft hair. Maybe it was what he said about finding a source of inspiration.

Either way, they'd just found their source of inspiration, and it was him.

They smiled, and Sammy gave them a curious sort of expression.

"Actually... Would you mind if I drew you?" They asked, picking up their paper and pencil. "I wouldn't mind at all, dear." Sammy chuckled, feeling a bit flattered that his darling would project such creativity onto a piece of his likeness.

"That's great because you're gonna be there for a bit." They laughed.

"Oh!" He chuckled, shaking his head with amusement.

And for about 30 minutes he sat there as Y/N sketched his likeness onto their paper. The curve of his smile, the glow of his eyes, and the warmth he made them feel - they projected it all into their work.

After all, you know what they say.

Drawings are the love language of an artist.

[at-weeb96]

Um, is Bloo an Option?

One Blooregard Q Kazoo, just for you 💙😉

[mystic-story-lover]

drilla moloney x female reader where everyone thinks drilla’s a hardass but he’s a sweetie to the reader who’s his gf and he’s a HUGE simp lmao extra fluffy?

~ Because It's You ~

Word Count: 567 

Warnings:  

Type: Fluff 

Summary: “drilla moloney x female reader where everyone thinks drilla’s a hardass but he’s a sweetie to the reader who’s his gf and he’s a HUGE simp lmao extra fluffy?” 

A/N: This is a shorter one, but I hope you like it! 

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So, do you think you’ll be able to help? 

Granted, her relationship was open to the public eye, she never expected his newest tag partner to reach out. According to the messages, her boyfriend had been a bit of a hardass lately, something that she’d become familiar with before their relationship started.  

Booking my flight now. Do me a favor and don’t tell him?    She smiled when the agreement text arrived in her notification bar. The rest of her night was spent packing things into her suitcase, and the temptation to message him. As the sun rose, she was on her way out the door, leaving for the airport. 

~~~ 

Clark sighed beside her, shaking his head in the process. Once she’d told him about her arrival time, he’d offered to pick her up, a way to help with the secretive part of everything. Dan was out doing whatever in the town, giving her plenty of time to arrive at the hotel and drop her things off. It was the first night of the road for Wrestle Kingdom, which meant he’d be headed to the arena when he was done. 

“He’ll be arriving shortly. Why don’t you hide in the locker room?” Clark tilted his head to the left, softly giving her the hint. 

She merely nodded. It didn’t take long before she heard the laughter in his voice, joking about the things he’d done with his day. It wasn’t hard to hide the smile that crept across her face, nor was it to hide the warmth in her heart. When she heard footsteps approaching the door, her eyes glanced towards the empty couch, bolting for it. 

“Fuck, man you have no idea how fucking funny that shit was.” Drilla laughed, his eyes closed as he stepped forward into the chilly room.  

“You should tell me about it.” At her words, his eyes snapped open, shooting in her direction. A growl fell from his lips as he looked at her. 

She smirked. 

“What are you doing here?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow. Drilla knew that doing it would get her to tell him, it always did. 

“Heard you’ve been a tad of a hardass. It true?” He snorted. 

“Who mentioned?” She didn’t answer, not with words. Shifting her gaze to Clark was the only answer he needed. “Fucker.” 

“Hey, I wasn’t interested in those bossing me around moments. Miss your girl around her.” Clark laughed, leaving the room. The door shut behind him, giving the couple some privacy. 

“So, he wasn’t lying then?” A giggle with a wide smile came from her. 

“Suppose not. When did you get here?” 

“Maybe an hour ago, if that. Why?” A smirk fell on his lips. “I know that look.” 

“What do you say?” Another cocked eyebrow, and a matching smirk were the only responses in that room. 

“Promise not to be such a dickhead, please.”  

“Only for you.” He replied. 

“Then hurry up and kiss me.” 

He did as she asked, walking towards her quickly. The scent of his vanilla shampoo filled her nostrils, making her smile. It was his favorite to take on the road, she knew that, and the memory of her first time traveling with him came back. It wasn’t much different than this, kissing in locker rooms while his friends were outside waiting. Somehow, she knew he’d do this, just as he said, only for her. 

[revoleotion]

Heya, I'm from AO3 :] I was wondering if I could request a fic of Barbatos taking care of Asmodeus after a not-so-pleasant night? Perhaps after a savage encounter or a plain terrible night at the club? I had Asmo being injured in mind... If not, thank you for taking the time to read :] I really liked your work!! Have a great day!!

content warnings: physical assault (most of it only implied) dissociation, injury, magical exhaustion

This was fun?? Reading the prompt made me realize I already wrote something similar with them that MIGHT be a Fantastic Three chapter but I'm not 100% sure. Anyway. ENJOY.

Barbatos was not the first person on his list of people to ask for help. In fact, if such a list existed, Barbatos would probably not be on it at all.

Lucifer, maybe. But that's the problem with Lucifer, it never feels like a good enough reason to bother him. The world needs to be ending for Asmodeus to ask him for help, and even then, let's be honest, Lucifer would be too busy to justify such a course of action.

Solomon... yes. Solomon would be on the list. Solomon the Sorcerer, who always bites off more than he can chew. Solomon, who is so, so bright and yet so foolish, almost as though the universe is trying to apply some countermeasures to the grave mistake of allowing him to be born in the first place. But his ambition is what makes this so impossible; he's always got better things to do, more souls to save or to ruin, his choice. If Asmodeus were to call Solomon, would he even pick up?

It was an accident. Asmodeus needs it to be an accident. He's out in the freezing cold, blood running down his cheek. His perfect cheek.

A misunderstanding. That's what it was.

"Fuck off, we don't want Diavolo's lapdogs around."

Asmodeus smiled. He smiled. Because that's what he did.

"You're thinking of Lucifer. I'm just Asmo!"

The demon came closer, face to face, and then his fingers wrapped around Asmodeus' wrist and he realized that he wouldn't be able to pull free, even if he wanted to...

"All the same to me. Diavolo's SPIES, all of ya."

Something akin to panic was making him lightheaded. But Asmodeus only forced out a laugh.

"I'm not a spy, and if I were, do you really think I were that bad at it?" he joked, just for something sharp to puncture his skin, his perfect skin - he remembers thinking how he wasted all that expensive lotion on it in the morning. He remembers thinking that he was never going to be able to show his face again. He remembers thinking...

And then he wasn't thinking at all because they were...

"Asmodeus?"

Barbatos. Perfect, inappropriate, always busy Barbatos. Asmodeus can't tell where he came from, why he's here, why he's paying attention to a pathetic, trembling demon in an alley with a cut on his cheek, but his fingers are gentle when they reach for his elbow.

"Can you look at me? Do you know who I am?"

"Barbatos..." Asmodeus mumbles. It takes some effort to follow the order but Barbatos' green, intense eyes are easy to focus on.

"Good. Can you tell me where we are right now?"

"In front of..." He pauses. No. They're not outside the club anymore. They're...

"That's alright. Take your time."

Asmodeus' eyes flicker to a point past Barbatos. Stairs. Stairs? Doors. So many doors.

"Your room," he forces out.

Barbatos smiles, but as per usual, it's far from honest. "Good. I would like to make sure I haven't missed any further injuries apart from the one on your face but for that I'd have to touch you. Would that be alright?"

Asmodeus shakes his head. "Why are you here?"

The demon tilts his head. There's no disappointment or even impatience on his face. The touch on Asmodeus' elbow disappeared; Barbatos is not touching him anymore. It's a strange feeling, he's helpless without it, untethered to reality.

"Would you prefer for someone else to help you? I can call Lucifer..."

"No!" It breaks out of Asmodeus in a desperate burst; his cheek is stained with blood and tears all at once. Barbatos lifts a gloved hand, eyes digging into his, his movements slow, ready to stop. But Asmodeus doesn't protest, so Barbatos gently wipes his cheek, the glove coming away stained with a light red liquid. Blood and tears.

"You can do it," Asmodeus manages. "But I don't understand why you would help me."

Barbatos moves with the same graze Asmodeus is already used from him. Asmodeus allows him to push him down on a soft surface - his bed, his bed, Asmodeus is in his bed - then he places his hands on Asmodeus' chest and closes his eyes. Magic, warm; a flicker of teal, surreal.

"Ah. That's a relief," Barbatos says. He sounds like he's very far away. "You are in shock but there will be no lasting impacts... of physical nature, at least."

His hand is still resting on his chest. Something else is flowing through Asmodeus' veins now, a soothing energy of sorts.

"I can't give away too much of myself but..." The flow of energy stops and Barbatos' face swims into view again.

Asmodeus feels... great. Invincible. Like he is literally made from magic. The fog in his head disappeared, making room for more clarity. Everything that happened this night feels so far away; like it's nothing but a bad dream. Like it happened to someone else. The pain is nothing but a faint memory that's growing more and more distant. Everything around him has more color, like he's seeing colors his mind couldn't even imagine before. It's like a part of Barbatos complicated, incomprehensible magic is a part of him now.

Barbatos gives him another smile. His face has taken on a more pale, ashy color, but apart from that, he seems fine. Asmodeus is aware of his more sacrificial tendencies but he hopes that Barbatos finally respects his own limitations by now.

"Can I get you something to eat? To drink?" the demon asks.

Asmodeus allows himself to sink a little deeper into what have to be Barbatos' sheets. They smell like him.

"No," he says. "Just... hold me, maybe? Whatever you did, that probably wasn't easy on you."

Barbatos' face twists, if only for a split-second, into a guilty expression; a school boy caught in a lie.

"Ah... it was a calculated sacrifice. But if it's of comfort to you..."

"It is. Come here." Asmodeus pats down on the sheets, and Barbatos chuckles in response. The demon sighs, waves his hand to darken the room around them, and then bends down to remove his own shoes.

"Perhaps I should tell the Young Master..." Barbatos interrupts himself and takes a deep breath. His face looks even more drained, his body small and frail. "Yes, you were right, that was..."

He settles down next to Asmodeus, back pressed against the soft bed sheets, eyes flickering up to the ceiling and the doors around them.

"What did you do?" Asmodeus asks. Except that he knows. Because there's a piece of Barbatos flowing through his veins. "Oh my god. You can't just literally cut off a piece of yourself to make me feel better. You're an idiot. Say it."

"I am an idiot," he echoes back.

"Say that you're never going to do it again."

"I can't-"

"Say it."

"I won't do it again."

"Good." Asmodeus shakes his head. "You're worse than my brothers. Perhaps you are the one that needs to be constantly supervised."

"Why do you think I'm staying with my Young Master?" Barbatos mumbles, already half asleep.

Asmodeus hesitates. He never thought about it that way.

He's not going to get answers out of Barbatos, now or perhaps ever. But the shift in perspective remains - he can hold onto that. He watches the demon, strangely comforted by the body next to him, comforted by Barbatos' essence vibrating in his veins.

Then he sighs and rolls to the side to grab Barbatos' D.D.D. to text Diavolo what his idiot butler did.

[discord-emote-customs]

could you make some wing stims pls?

ah , i mustve forgotten to add this to the other post i put the wing stims in ^^" apologies , the post with wing stims is right here!

[ohisms]

prompts based off of billy joel's album the stranger? ( your account is beautiful darling! )

ah , thank you angel ! a prompt based upon the stranger has officially been posted . ♥️ thanks for the recommendation !

[cloudedcreams]

thinking of a cold! yandere who loved you too late and now has to pay the price.

you were annoying! he stands by the fact, constantly clinging onto his arms and twirling with strands of his hair. it was so easy to see you were obsessed and there were times he yearned to push you away from him, to watch you back out in fear and crawl away to never speak to him again.

he was the quiet kid at the back of the class. nobody cared if you bothered him, and though your attempts towards him were always so sweet and sincere he couldn’t handle the frustration that it left coursing through his veins. you were just so clingy.

he never reciprocated, and you came to realise the fact with a hearty acceptance. it broke your heart, noticing the cold looks he sent your way, the smile that always failed to grace his face. you wondered what he’d look like if his face lit up in joy, and you yearned to bring him such a feeling, but over time you realised you were incapable, and as such forced yourself away from him.

he realised too late of the mistake that he had made. thinking back to the lingering touches that you used to leave him with, only to realise that though they had once filled him with such annoyance, they were a feeling that he couldn’t live without.

he scratched at his arms to replicate the feeling, and left them sore and red. he wondered if you noticed, but in the recent days you seemed more invested in your work if anything. you barely gazed at him and he wondered if that was all he had been to you, a phase?

he wondered how long it’d take for him to reach out to you. to force your hands to his neck and beg for your touches again.

[justarandomart]

for @linkdudehero , not exactly what you asked for but it was the first thing that came to mind

[yourfaveisintersex]

my 4 week old kitten Breezy from Real Life was confirmed intersex today by the vet and she has ambiguous genitalia! she's also kind of bald and tiny

Breezy from Real Life is intersex, and she has ambiguous genitalia! ... she's also kind of bald and tiny for whatever reason. Hope she recovers from being Bald and Tiny soon!

[plutonium-art]

🦐

I give you��. Bioluminescence skin shrimp

[alphystims]

Hello again lol

May I request a stimboard for Dr Masacrik (psychocuties)? Maybe with some strawberry themes?

Thank you 🐛

Dr Masacrick (Psychocuties) Stimboard with Strawberries!

Sorry it's taken so long but I hope you love it, bb! (Also I edited the center image a bit for colour & stawbebbies so you're welcome to thieve that as an icon if you so wish!!!)

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[insomniac-djmm]

Can you make emo bf dating headcanons pretty pleaseeeee???

Yeah, off! I don't typically write things that aren't specific to a character, but I'll make this exception just for you ^^

I apologize if this isn't very good, I don't know very much about emo culture T^T

If you celebrate it, Merry Christmas!

Emo Boyfriend dating headcanons! (GN reader!)

• You guys probably met at some sort of concert. Either that or the after party.

• It didn't take long for you guys to click!

• Whether it be a nice contrast in tastes or common interests, something about you drew him in, and he immediately knew he wanted to be friends with you!

• Perhaps you both went into it interested in each other, or your friendship blossomed into something sweeter.

• Either way, you're together! Yay!

• He pays a LOT of attention to detail! He listens to your every word, watches and admires your every move (not in a creepy way, he just kinda admires you sometimes)

• Perhaps he's an artist?

• The amount of times he's painted you is NOT funny.

• It's sweet!

• You're like his muse. He wants to capture your beauty in his art.

• The way the light hits your eyes, the gentle fold of your clothing, everything.

• He loves you, and he wants his art to make that clear.

• He makes you playlists!

• Seriously, he's made you a playlist for everything.

• Drawing, driving, sleeping, just jamming out. If you can name it, he's made it.

• You guys even have a cute little shared playlist with your favorite songs on it :)

• He listens to it a lot. It reminds him of you.

• Ever since you guys met, his favorite band has been the one whose concert you were at when you guys met

• MERCH

• SO MUCH MERCH

• "Hey babe, check out this cool merch I got you. You like this band, right?"

• He's a darling, honestly

• Not really emo, but I swear, this guy probably listens to the Sex Pistols. TX2, also (although they may be in some controversy? Im not sure, I dont really listen to TX2, if im honest)

• All his band shirts and studded belts and checkered bracelets

• They all end up on you one way or another, and he loves it

• But most of all, he loves you :)

Thats all! I'm sorry if these weren't very good as, like I stated before, I don't know very much about emo culture :(

I hope you enjoyed it! Merry Christmas, and Happy Holidays!! <3

[at-weeb96]

How about Bronwyn and Marceline hanging out? They have that cool kid vibe so I think they'd make good friends.

[mystic-story-lover]

Hey there friend! Just popping in to request a soft lil thing with Alex Shelley where the reader wins their first big title in impact and they have a cute little moment backstage afterwards whilst taking some pictures

~ My Champion ~

Alex Shelley x Zoe (Female!OC)

Word Count: 3048

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of smut

Type: Fluff

Summary: At Slammiversary, Zoe wins her first title in a triple threat from Deonna and Trinity. After the three count Alex comes running out to celebrate.

A/N: I know that officially, the men were the main event and Josh walked out after, but I switched that up just a bit to give a little more for the story

Gif is mine

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“Are you nervous for tonight?” Deonna questioned as I sat beside her.

“Is it bad if I say yes?” I smile at her, and she shakes her head.

“Not at all! I know this is something you’ve been pushing to achieve for so long, and you deserve it Zoe.” She replied, placing a reassuring hand on my arm.

We sat and talked for a while, mostly about how the match would go tonight, and having a friend to listen to my worries truly helped. Deonna and I became friends shortly after her arrival in Impact, and it became a tradition for the two of us to sit together before one of us had a title match.

“Babe, there you are.” I heard from behind me, and spotted my boyfriend coming up to us.

“Hey babe, what’s up?” I asked as he wrapped his arms around me from behind.

“Well, I just had a meeting with Scott, and he mentioned that my match has been moved to the co-main event. You, Deonna, and Trinity are going to close the show.” He smiled down at me, and a feeling of dread overcame me.

“What?! When did this happen?” I asked frantically as I began to panic. 

“Hey, Zoe, it’s alright. The match will still go on as normal.” Deonna stated, giving my arm a gentle squeeze. 

I shifted my gaze to her, and she gave me a soft smile. A warm hand drug itself over my arm, and I glanced up to see Alex looking down at me. He wore a smile as well, and when I looked at him, he placed a kiss on my lips. 

“It’s going to be okay.” He reassured me before kissing me a second time.

“You guys are right. I’ve just been so nervous about this.” I sighed before leaning back, my back coming into contact with Alex’s belt. “Shit that’s cold.” I hissed.

Both of them chuckled at my words, and Alex took off his denim jacket before helping me into it. Once he knew it was settled on me, he helped me lean back against him once more, this time the jacket protecting my back from the cold.

“When is Chris fighting?” Deonna asked, and I checked the time from my phone. His match was going to start soon, so we needed to be at the monitor’s for the segment with Alex.

“Soon, which means we should go in a moment.” I spoke, and Deonna nodded at my words.

“I’ll see you later then Zoe. Good luck Alex, you’re going to do great.” She stated before standing up and walking away.

“Are you ready to go beautiful?” Alex asked, massaging my shoulders a little. 

“Yeah, I am. I’m going to try and catch Chris before his match.” I replied, and Alex released my shoulders, giving me the chance to stand.

Once I was up on my feet, Alex reached for my hand, and he interlaced our fingers together. We greeted those who we passed in the hallways as we made our way to the interview area, that way, once Chris’ match came to an end, Alex would be there ready to go. When we arrived, Alex released my hand and gave me a gentle kiss to my lips.

“Could you tell him that I’m proud of him?” Alex asked, a hint of sadness in his eyes.

“Of course, and I’m sure he’s going to appreciate it.” I smiled at him, which he softly returned.

I turned around after that, and began walking over to the guerilla. Lio was standing there waiting for his music, and I watched as he bounced on the heels of his feet. Chris was over in the corner talking with the ABC, since their match would be only seconds after this was. 

“Zoe, what are you doing over here?” Lio questioned.

“I came to check on Chris before the match, and deliver a message to him for Alex. Are you ready for this?” I replied, and asked as he began to shake his arms.

“A little part of me is, yeah.” He answered, but before he could say more, his music began to play. “See you later!” He called as I began walking towards Chris.

He stopped his conversation as he saw me approach them, and the others welcomed me with a smile.

“Hey, Alex wanted me to let you know that he’s proud of you.” I stated, a giant smile plastered on my face.

“I’ll give him my thanks after the match.” He smiled at me. “I heard you got moved to the main event.”

“Terrifyingly so,” I laughed. “That’s your music, time for you to go.”

Chris nodded, and shifted his face into a serious expression, and walked toward the curtain. Ace, Chris, and I watched as he disappeared before they turned to speak with me.

“So, you’re nervous about the main event?” Chris asked.

“Yeah, I mean this is something I’ve worked for, but it’s terrifying that it’s actually here.” They nodded at this, and we heard Lio’s music begin to play again.

“Well, guess we better get ready.” Ace chuckled, trying to bring light to the situation.

“Give me too sweet.” I smiled proudly. 

Ace and I debuted around the same time together in Impact, and we’d always been close because of it. When it was just the two of us trying to make a name for ourselves in Impact, we had each other’s backs, and that never really changed. He was my best friend, through and through, but I was grateful for the other friends I’ve made along the way. Both Sabin and Bey, the Chris’ as we called them, were two of those that came around shortly for me, and we’ve been friends since. The guys too sweeted me, and they smiled as I waved goodbye.

“Hey, babe, I’m over here.” I heard Alex’s voice, and turned my head to the right, spotting him smiling at me. 

“Hey you, how did your segment go?” I asked, smiling as I got closer to him.

“It went well, at least I think so.” He chuckled, a smile forming on his face.

“Alex!” Chris called, and I watched as Alex’s gaze shifted, thus causing me to turn around and spot Chris coming our way.

“Hey man!” Alex retorted, and I watched as the two men struck up a conversation.

It was only a few months after my debut in Impact that I met Chris. Everything around me was nerve-wracking, and I was still adjusting to being in a major company. Seeing my nerves, Chris swore to take me under his wing and make sure that I was safe here, and that I was happy with my career. Since then, he’s been one of the people I trust most in life. Not long after meeting him, he introduced me to Alex. 

“Babe, are you with us?” Alex waved a hand in front of my face, pulling me from my thoughts.

“Oh, sorry, what did I miss?” I asked, and Chris started to laugh. I playfully punched him in the arm, and he pouted, causing Alex to erupt in a fit of laughter.

“We were talking about our favorite bands to listen to.” Chris replied, rubbing his arm in a dramatic effect.

“Well, mine’s definitely got to be FIDLAR.” I smiled, and Alex nodded.

“No way, there’s so many bands to choose from.” Chris groaned. “How can you just pick?”

Alex and him began to argue over which bands were better, allowing me to get distracted in my thoughts once more. The conversation reminded me of my first date with Alex, and a smile grew on my face at the thought. It started with lunch, which we went to a cozy restaurant, and then he took me around town to explore Detroit. I’d just moved there about a month before, but was so busy with Impact and Indies that I didn’t have the time to get around to it before our date. Once our tour was over, Alex took me for a beautiful stroll of the beach at sunset, and that’s the spot where we share some of our best memories. When Alex asked me to move in with him, we were spending time at the beach, and he waited until the sunset arrived to ask, mentioning that it was his favorite memory from our first date, therefore he wanted it to be as important for this.

“Earth to Zoe, are you still there?” Chris asked, but I didn’t notice. 

Everyone knew how I felt about Alex, no matter how much I worked to cover it. Ace was the first to figure it out, and from there he mentioned it to Gia. Second to learn of my feelings was none other than Alex’s best friend, and he instantly came running to me when he realized it. The conversation mostly consisted of “you can’t tell him” and “I won’t but you need to”, even though I never intended to. I wanted to wait for the feelings to disappear on their own, but when Alex asked to talk to me, and told me how he feels, I couldn’t resist the opportunity to tell him the same thing. Once our feelings were known, Alex and I became even more inseparable, much to the annoyance of Chris.

“I think she’s thinking about you.” Chris stated.

“How can you tell?” Alex asked, looking over at me, still lost in my own little world.

“Look at how she’s smiling. She wore that same one when she told me you asked her on a date.” Chris replied, pointing at my face.

“Huh? What’s wrong?” I asked, confusion wrapping itself into my facial expression.

“Ah, there she is!” Chris exclaimed. “Were you thinking about your boyfriend?” 

“Yes sir I was.” I spoke matter of factly. “Mostly about how everyone knew how I felt before he did.” 

“Well, as much as I’d love to hear about how you were thinking of me, I’ve got to go. Nick’s walking out in a second.” Alex smiled at me before placing a kiss on my forehead, causing Chris to gag.

“Did the other two matches end already?” I asked, completely unaware of how much time had passed.

“Yes, they did Miss Daydream.” Chris laughed and I flipped him off.

“I’ll see you after your match. Good luck babe.” Alex said before kissing me.

“The same to you handsome!” I called as he walked away. 

Chris turned to face me, and he wore a smirk, making me know something was up.

“What do you know that I don’t?” I asked, poking him in the chest with my finger.

“Just that Alex has a surprise for you.” Chris said, raising his hands in surrender before walking away.

“What was that about?” Deonna asked as she approached me.

“I’m not sure, to be honest with you. All I know is Alex has a surprise, and he walked away before saying more.” I sighed, bringing a hand up to my hair. 

“Weird, maybe it’s something to congratulate you.” Deonna asked with a smile.

“Possibly, but I’m not sure.” I answer her and begin to pull my hair out of the braid it was in. 

I ran my fingers through my hair as Deonna and I watched the match on the monitor. Alex was quick with his movements, but it was clear they wanted to show it as Nick had the power advantage to take the win. We watched as Alex hit “Sliced Bread” and heard a hiss behind us, causing me to turn around and see Trinity. I smiled and waved at her before turning back around to continue watching that match. As we continued to watch, more of our friends came over to see how this played out. 

“Here is your winner, and still your Impact World Champion, Alex Shelley!” It was announced, and I let out a little scream of excitement. We watched as Alex walked up the ramp, and Chris was right next to me as we waited for him to come back.

“Hey, there’s my champ.” Chris whistled, smiling at Alex. 

“Hey man!” Alex laughed, but stopped when he spotted me.

“Congratulations, champ.” I whispered and watched as Alex smiled.

“I did it for us, baby. We’re gonna run this place.” He whispered back, approaching me. I leaned into his palm as he rested his hand against my face, and smiled up at him.

“Get a room you two!” Ace shouted from the crowd, causing us both to laugh.

“She has a match first!” Sabin called back.

“Did you really think I’d miss it?” I asked.

A rupture of “no” came from the group, and I laughed. When everything seemed to go wrong, these were the people who showed me they could go right. I’d always be thankful for my friends here, no matter what happened to me.

“I’m glad I had a spare jacket waiting for me by the way.” Alex laughed, and I blushed.

“Is it okay if I wear this one tonight?” I asked with red cheeks, and he nodded before kissing me so I could go.

A whistle interrupted us, and I knew that it was time for me to get in position. I gave Alex one last peck before walking to right behind the curtain and waiting for my music to begin. Once it played, I walked out, and made my way to the ring where I waited for Trinity and Deonna. As they came out, I moved out of the ring to give them space. When everyone was out here, I slid back into the ring and got into a corner where I waited for the bell to ring.

The match was back and forth for all of us for a while, each trying to hit their signature move instantly. A quick win wouldn’t be easy, that much was clear for us, so we continued to battle it out. As Trinity was about to end the match, I shoved her out of the ring, and hit Deonna with a Shellshock, giving me the opportunity to pin her. I did exactly that, listening as the ref hit the mat three times, and I scored the win. I quickly rolled off of Deonna and watched as she rolled out of the ring, allowing me room to celebrate. 

“Here is your winner via pinfall, and new Knockouts World Champion, Zoe Scott!” I grabbed the belt from the referee’s hands, and tears fell from my eyes. I raised the belt above my head, and I could hear the fans cheer for me. Truly, it was a dream come true for me. As I was celebrating, the Motor City Machine Guns song began to play, and both men came running to the ring. Chris instantly wrapped me in a massive hug, allowing me a moment to let my tears out. When we let go, he raised my hand, showing everyone that I was supported by him, causing me to smile in between the tears. After a second, he released my hand, and Alex reached for my other one, using it to twirl me into him before placing a passionate kiss on my lips. Normally, I’d kiss him back, but I was caught off guard as Alex and I weren’t public with our relationship. It took a second, but I did end up kissing him back. When the kiss broke, Alex signaled for a mic, and he was granted with one.

“Congratulations to my wonderful girlfriend on winning her first title here in Impact.” Fans screamed when he used that title, and I smiled as tears continued to roll down my cheeks. “I love you so much Zoe.”

I ran into his arms, belt still in my hands, and he embraced me in a tight hug as we celebrated my win. We spent roughly five minutes in the ring before walking back hand in hand with Chris beside me. Once we were in the back, I released Alex’s hand and ran towards the area where I spotted Ace. At this point, I was wearing the belt around my waist, so I was easily able to run into his arms for a hug. 

“You did it Zoe!” He exclaimed, squeezing me. “I’m so fucking proud of you.” 

“Thank you for everything Ace, I mean it. You’ve been my best friend for years, and you never once gave up on me.” I cried, and he began to rub my back.

“Zoe, I’ll always be here for you. You’re my best friend.” He smiled as I pulled away.

I hugged him once more before turning around to see Alex. He was smiling at me, and I ran back into his arms, this time jumping for him to hold me.

“We got a wild Zoe on the loose.” Chris joked, and I laughed, throwing my head back.

“Don’t fall now!” Ace chuckled.

“I won’t drop you, don’t worry.” Alex reassured me, sliding one hand up to support my back.

We spent half an hour with our friends, having a blast and reminiscing on past times. By the end of the night, I was exhausted, and I could tell Alex was too.

“Babe, we can go back to the hotel, you know that right?” I sighed as I laid my head on his shoulder. 

“I know, but I want you to keep having fun.” He answered.

“All I need to have fun is you.” I whispered and kissed his neck.

“Babe, what are you doing?” He groaned as I placed another kiss. 

“Showing you we can have fun too.” I state before kissing higher up.

“We’ll head back and have as much fun as you can handle then,” Alex groaned again as I kissed right under his earlobe. “But I have a question first.”

“What’s up?” I asked, pulling away from him.

“Will you wear my jackets more? They look good on you.” He asked sheepishly.

“Of course I will!” I giggled, excited at the question.

“Good. Now let’s go celebrate.” Alex smirked as he stood up.

“It’s gross to think my best friends are leaving to have sex.” Chris made a disgusted face as he began walking away.

“Oh don’t worry Chris, I’ll make sure to tell you all the details.” I joked.