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majesticwren · 10 months

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Hush! It's a Secret

Summary: After Regal's betrayal, Mox finds a distraction in the arms of a stranger in a seemingly meaningless encounter in a squalid bar downtown.

Words: 5k. Trigger Warnings: smut, semi-public sex, I am unhinged and unashamed and this is pointless and brainless but hot.

Since the first step she took through those doors, she knew she found herself in a place so far from her day-to-day reality it felt liberating. It felt like breathing fresh air for the first time. Even through the heavy, dense air smelling of stale beer, cigarettes and piss of that manky bar downtown.

As soon as she found herself walking through that place, feeling the sticky floor under the sole of her expensive heels, being scrutinised by unfriendly, fogged-up gazes coming from dark corners, a sharp smile popped on her lips.

The expectations, the drama of it all, was what made her feel something other than ordinary life. It made her feel the fizz of pure energy flowing through her veins. Adrenaline pumped through her heart, making her fingertips vibrate in anticipation. Her entire face and gaze lit up, as life sparkled through her eyes and blushed on her cheeks, differently from her usual, pale, unconcerned and unbothered state.

Approaching the dirty-looking counter, she climbed on one of the stools and sat elegantly, her legs crossed in a pose that appeared uncomfortable, but somehow, she was able to make it look natural, relaxed even, despite her high heels.

"Wow, a woman like you doesn't stumble around these parts often." As the bartender approached her, she was ready to offer a warm, charming smile to her.

The woman to the other side of the counter wore a dirty apron around her waist and clothes that she doubted were part of any kind of uniform. She had fiery red dyed hair and her light blue eyes popped under the long, black lashes she wore.

"No? Why is that?" She wondered, only pretending to causally bend, letting the thick pelt coat she was wearing fall over her shoulder. She adored seeing the other’s attention getting caught.

"I'm sure you know the answer. You must be smarter than that, right?"

The tone of the bartender was both welcoming and rude, a sign that she might not be used to serving other people other than the ten bastards that sat around the bar already, consuming cheap beer on the edge between the end of a long day, the cure to loneliness and alcoholism.

"I don't judge so easily." She just answered, shrugging elegantly, the golden, thin chains that kept her thin dress up jingled as her thin shoulders moved.

"You certainly should, lady. This place doesn't look like the kind of place for a girl like you." Despite her tone, the way the other woman leaned on the counter made it appear like she was still flirting.

"I like unrefined things. The most precious and honest shades of life are found in rough things."

"I bet it's easy to say for someone like you."

"And that is?"

"Well," the bartender pointed at her, "just look at you. And with that brit accent…"

"You know of me only what you can see. And it makes you assume you have me figured out, uh?" She tapped her long, cured nails on the surface of the counter, "You think you know me, or the likes of me, only by the way I sit, or what I'm wearing, or by my makeup. That might all be only a pretty cover."

"And what's the book like?"

"I don't know," she smiled charmingly, letting the other one look at her, "serve me a good margarita and you might find out."

The other woman tapped her hand on the counter, starting to prepare her cocktail.

"What's your name?"

"Veronica."

"And?"

"Just Veronica for tonight."

The bartender finally slid the cocktail over the counter, giving her another good look. "Well, Veronica, you look like hot fire. And I do not judge by the cover. I am good at guessing a character. You've got hell in your eyes. The margarita will taste like crap, so I guess I'll never know," another tap on the counter, "I wouldn't drink it if I were you. My boss is a cunt who doesn't know about hygiene and doesn't care, so, you've been warned."

"You could have warned me sooner."

The woman on the other side of the counter winked. "You said it yourself; you like it rough."

Veronica pulled out her platinum card, passing it over. "Charge yourself a fat tip, will you, love? We can't let your cunt of a boss win." She offered a sharp wink.

As the bartender moved over to the other side of the counter, where the old till register was, a group of three men proceeded to order another round. They entertained a chat with the bartender, unashamedly moving their attention on Veronica, who just sat there, pretending not to hear them, basking in their attention.

The only thing shielding her from the frosty bite of that November night was the thick, long pelt she was wearing on top of a small designer dress, vintage and expensive looking, short on her exposed legs. Everything about her was made to be looked at.

After all, that was the whole point.

And she liked it. She knew exactly what kind of charm she had and how to use it. She was one of those women who took her beauty in her own hands, holding all the power at all times.

She wasn't able to fight with fists and she wasn't blessed by brute force, but she had a sharp mind and a pair of dove eyes and full lips that could make anyone drop on their knees. Where that failed, then she was fierce and courageous, using her smarts and witty tongue to unleash her anger and protect herself.

That was the way she was raised. She was a warrior and her beauty was her weapon.

That night was like any other. She was fighting against boredom and responsibilities, running away from all the reasons that made her feel constricted, hiding in a squalid bar downtown, deserted and filthy.

Her fingers rested on the thin base of her margarita glass. She wasn't going to drink it but she didn't intend to reject it either. She liked to pretend. She liked that so much.

To her, it was all a game. And it was inebriating and slightly dangerous.

She knew she was completely out of place, sitting there. She was wearing expensive stuff. Only the golden chains around her neck were probably more valuable than the salary of the poor fucker sitting in the back. She looked fine and expensive. And she looked vulnerable.

It was all a carefully placed trap. And it was so easy for her to spot the possible spoils of her hunting. It was easy to catch the attention of the drunken men gathered around the counter. As much as their intentions were clear as day. Plus, she wasn't sitting far enough to be deaf to their dirty comments about what they'd do to a woman like her.

Except they never dared to do anything.

Even to the curious look she sent their way as soon as one of those pathetic examples of masculinity vented about how women like her deserved to be hurt and ruined, their horrendous, disrespectful words remained nothing but.

Men always thought that they had every liberty with her. It was irresistible to them. And she was used to preying on their weakness.

And she liked that too. Like a black widow patiently waiting nested in her carefully designed web.

And just as planned, on time like clockwork, a man sided her.

She didn't even look at him, her fingers danced on the thin glass as he leaned against the counter.

"Can I get any of the zero per cent shit you got?" He mumbled.

His voice was like a low rumble and it attracted Veronica's attention.

Her eyes danced on his image in the mirror on the other side of the bar, just above the bottles shelf. He was tall and imposing. He looked tremendously burly, large and strong. And dangerous. Violence ran through his blue eyes.

He was definitely someone not to fuck with.

Just her type.

His face was bruised across one eye socket and forehead, but, somehow, that didn’t surprise her, nor did impact his charm. Somehow, he seemed to be even prettier that way.

Happy to move away from the group of drunken men, the bartender slid back towards them. "I either have warm regular beer or cheap liquor." She chuckled.

“Water?”

“I don’t know. Do you wanna risk drinking tap from a place like this?”

“Just get me a glass of water with ice. You don't want to piss me off, lady.”

“Ok, fine, calm down big guy.” The woman on the other side of the counter raised her hands in a peaceful gesture, just a moment before handing Veronica her card back. “Just so you know, I’ll have to charge you for it. And you are likely to get some type of hepatitis from it, so, I wouldn’t drink it. Take it up to my boss if it’s a problem.”

He rolled his eyes so intensely that Veronica felt it. “Soda then?”

“I’ve got off-brand cola and-” she paused only to look at the fridge behind her, “Yeah, that’s it.”

“Fine. Got ice or do I have to go and grab some brown snow from the side of the road outside?”

“We’ve got ice. Still comes from dirty water, but we’ve got it.”

The man only replied with a quick movement of his hand, clearly done with that conversation. As he did to grab his wallet, Veronica finally looked directly at him, her gaze slid across his figure as she didn’t even try to hide the warmth of her interest. She flicked her card between her fingers towards the bartender. "Please," she started, "let me offer."

He didn't object.

The bartender nodded. "Coming right up," then she leaned closer to her, "Sorry about what those guys have said, by the way."

Veronica's only response was a quick shrug. Much less interested than the man next to her, who raised his eyes at the group at the end of the counter, sending them a deadly look, as sharp as razor blades.

She couldn't keep herself from smiling victoriously.

He let himself fall heavily on the stool next to her. “I guess this is not taken.”

“No.”

As soon as their eyes crossed, she struggled to think about anything else but how dangerously charming he was. It was a dirty, rough beauty he had, hidden in the shadows of his serious face, behind the slim chances of a sincere smile, and it was in his eyes, so dark, so primal and brutal, and yet stained by a certain softness as he looked at her.

She liked that look so much that it gave her a shiver.

"Hi," she greeted him with a smile that would have made any man fall to his knees.

"A woman like you shouldn't be in a place like this on her own."

"But I'm not on my own." She dared to wink at him, hinting so clearly at the fact that he was the reason she wasn't alone any longer.

"So, what are you running from?" He wondered.

She leaned against the counter, looking at him more closely. "Well, maybe I wasn't running. Maybe I was waiting to be found."

"And have you?"

"I don't know. You tell me."

His reply was delayed only by the time he received his drink and she was given her card back. Then, his attention moved back to her and never moved elsewhere again.

She felt exposed under his eyes but in such a delicious way.

A vague smile appeared on his lips, making a dimple pop just under the thin, dark beard that shadowed his jaw. It was so strange, it made him look sweeter and more dangerous at the same time.

“Oh, I am certainly seeing you, princess.”

She didn’t blush easily, but the way he looked down at her, like a hungry wolf, made her.

“What happened to your face?” She wondered looking intensely at the bruising across his features.

The man flinched under her eyes as if she had just stricken an uncovered nerve. He didn’t hide away though, if possible, his pride was even clearer as he puffed his large chest up. “A prick with a brass knuckle happened,” he shook his head, looking surprisingly defeated, yet his anger still clearly consumed him.

"Is that why you’re hiding in a place like this?" She wondered, nesting her chin in her palm, leaning against the counter.

"Me? This is exactly the place for a man like me."

"Yeah, it suits you,” she paused a moment, looking at him, “and yet there’s something you are running from.”

“Maybe I just want to forget tonight.”

“I see,” a soft smile appeared on her lips, “with that, I can relate.”

They both just looked at each other for a few moments that felt like ages. She liked to see how he took his time to study her features and details. And it felt good. It felt like the stars had aligned, bringing her to be to the right place at the right time.

“So, what do you say?” She rolled her head, pointing towards the back where a bathroom sign could barely be seen hanging on the wall. "Feel like helping each other forget about tonight?”

The grin that appeared on his lips was a surprise that left her breathless. It was handsome and gruesome, full of promise and curses. “You sure are a surprising woman.”

As he studied her, weighing his option, Veronica unashamedly stretched under his eyes, her lips too, distended in a charming grin as she patiently waited for him to fall into her web.

“I am not a gentle man. Nothing like the boring sons of rich men you are used to fuck.”

Her smile sharpened as a shiver crossed her back. Her skin was already hot, and her lower abdomen was already gathering pressure, as her desire grew. It was the moment. It was the idea of breaking so many unspeakable rules. And it was that man.

She dropped her pelt, leaving it dangling on the stool with her purse as she stood up. She didn’t feel the cold bite of the air on her naked skin. It was impossible when her blood was boiling.

Sliding closer to the man, Veronica was now unhinged and didn’t care about the possibility that other people may be watching. She ran her hands on his thighs, feeling his firm muscles under the material of his blue jeans. Nesting between his spread legs was easy, especially since he let her get as close as she wanted.

Veronica dared to brush her fingertips across his neck until her entire palm rested on his throat as she sided his ear. “Then be rough. That’s how I like it.”

With that being said, she left him, leaving him the choice to either follow her or not.

As she sided the bar counter, Veronica caught the bartender's gaze and pointed at her stuff. “Will you keep an eye out for that, darling? I need to go and fix my makeup.”

“Sure.” She smiled like she knew Veronica was lying.

She didn’t have to wait long. Almost as soon as she turned around the corner and into the dark corridor that led to the bathroom, the man was on her, pushing her through the door.

He was big and heavy, and God it was inebriating. Like a drug she wasn't allowed to have that made her feel so good.

He was right. He wasn’t gentle. And every time his rough, heavy hands tugged at her, then her body responded in the most delicious way. To the point that as he pushed her against the sink, making her face the mirror, pressing himself against her back, Veronica purred for him, stretching against his solid body.

They looked at each other for a moment, through the mirror, and the more he looked wild, as desire lit his eyes, the more her own desire grew, making her loins feel so heavy and painfully empty.

“Is this what you like to do?” He wondered, brushing his lips to her ear and his beard on her neck, chafing her skin deliciously. “You like to pick up strangers and have them fuck you raw in a dirty bathroom?”

He gently kicked her feet apart, guiding her to spread her legs for him. And she did, grabbing on the sink edges for balance, prompting her ass up for him. Her only response was a small whimper. He approved her move with a soft chuckle, looking down at her.

He then sided her ear again, his hands solidly wrapped around her hips as he ground himself against her ass. “How many times have you done this already?”

Despite the slight aggressivity in his words, he undeniably liked it. She could feel it in the bulge of his trousers rubbing against her ass. He was big and rock-hard. And it made her purr again as she rolled her eyes in the back of her skull.

“Please,” she started pleading, but he wasn’t inclined in giving her what she wanted so badly just yet.

“Answer me.”

“A few times.”

“You sure are a naughty one.” He brushed a smile across her neck, then his tongue followed, as he tasted her skin, releasing a low growl.

He was more animal than man now. And he was done talking.

He roughly pulled her dress up over her hips and, once her ass was uncovered, he bent to check her out, giving her a solid smack, just a moment before squeezing her soft flesh into his palms, releasing a grunt of approval.

She whimpered, letting her head fall on his shoulder. She knew she was already a mess and she was destined to only get worse, to be moulded under his hands and filled by his raw, violent power. God, she wanted nothing more.

He tangled his fingers to the thin, lacey material of her underwear, following it over her hipbones, to her abdomen and down, to her core where he shamelessly nested one of his hands.

“You really do like this, uh?” He wondered, a proud smile pressing on her temple. She muttered a blurred yes as if the drenched mess between her thighs wasn’t already enough of an answer.

“Please,” she tried to plea again, shaking her head, “I need you to fuck me.”

“I’ll hurt you if you don’t let me get you ready for me babygirl.” His soft concern brushed on her skin. His words slid through her ear and directly into her blood, becoming a wave of pleasure that shot through her.

“I thought you said you weren’t gentle.”

“I am not.” He pushed her underwear to the side and decided to prove his point rudely sliding his fingers through her folds. He welcomed feeling her wet, hot centre with a low growl but didn’t lose time to enjoy her. His stubbornness only brought her more pleasure, as he pushed one finger inside of her, and then another, stretching her out. "I still want you to enjoy it."

She tried to suffocate a louder moan as his way to prove what he was saying was to start fucking her with his fingers, finding her clit with his thumb.

"I like it. I fucking like it," she mumbled pressing her shoulders into his chest, "but your cock is better than your fingers."

The change in pace was immediate and unavoidable. As soon as he stiffened and moved slightly, she felt the pressure of expectation vibrate through her.

He let her go only to get rid of the leather jacket he was still wearing, letting it fall on the filthy floor with not much care for it. Then, he reached into his pocket to find the condom he kept in his wallet. He slipped the packet between his teeth, to have free hands as he proceeded to undo his belt and jeans. The sharp zip as he lowered his jeans and pants on his thighs gave her a shiver.

She patiently waited, as he ripped the condom and rolled it on his cock. Then, as he stepped closer to her. She welcomed him with a sigh, arching her back against him, popping her ass up again, right into his hands as he pressed his hard cock against it, slowly sliding it between her thighs, right into her wetness, coating himself with her hot juices.

They both whimpered.

"Last chance babygirl."

As he whispered to her ear, Veronica rolled her hips rubbing herself on him. "Fuck me hard. I wanna feel it. I wanna remember it."

He nodded solemnly to her order. And then he gave her exactly what she wanted.

She helped him to find the right position and then he slammed into her. As her body stretched around him, squeezing him tight, she was left breathless.

“Fuck-” his breath was heavy as he let his head fall on her shoulder.

He was as big and as heavy as she had imagined and hoped for, and he filled her up so well. The pain that abrupt invasion caused was an electric shot that immediately transformed into pleasure.

He gave her a moment to get used to him. But it lasted only a few seconds.

As he grabbed solidly on her hip, he sent her a sharp look through the mirror, enjoying the view.

"Take a deep breath, princess."

As she did, suddenly surprisingly electrified by his ways and the notion he knew exactly what he was doing, his hand was on her throat in a clutch so perverted and so delicious she was already ready to come undone between his arms, especially since he started to pump in and out of her, just as wildly as she had demanded.

He fucked her hard and he fucked her good.

At first sight, he appeared to be a rough man who was used to taking what he wanted with not much care for his partner's desires. How wrong that was.

He looked like a wild, untamed thing, full of anger, definitely able to break people in half with his bare hands. And yet, he was also able to give pleasure. And not by mistake. He knew what he was doing.

As she felt the warm, thick waves of pleasure gather through her, pressuring her stomach, a louder moan escaped her lips.

"Jon," she whispered, blinded by pleasure, forgetting about the rules of the game.

He pressed his face against her neck, inhaling deeply her scent. "I thought you liked to pretend you don't know me."

"I do," at first her voice was a whisper, "I do, I do," then it became a cry out loud.

She let go of the sink to throw her arms up and around his head, holding solidly onto him, moulded between his arms, taking every inch of him and desiring more, much more than anything he had to give.

"But I still need to say your name when I cum." She whispered; her words were as solemn as a promise made in front of God.

He pulled away only to turn her around, lift her up between his arms and slam back into her. "Then look at me in the fucking eye when you do."

She wrapped her arms and legs around him and held tight, giving in to a kiss that he didn't oppose.

She didn't realise how much she missed his lips until she found herself devouring him.

It was their game.

She liked to meet him in squalid bars and pretend they were total strangers. It was inebriating and it was freeing of any responsibility. They both could pretend to be other people, with easier lives and situations.

He was hers and she was his, it was undeniable. But no one could know. They were relegated to a secret, unable to love each other in public. Even looking at each other was dangerous, because the attraction that connected them was undeniable. It was the reason why they actively avoided each other at all times and everyone assumed they just hated each other.

After all, they were completely different people.

And despite that, he was the complementary half she always missed. They were two faces of the same coin. She fed the good inside of him and he gave her the chaos she needed to survive.

It happened by chance. She didn't plan to be attracted to a man such as Jon Moxley. And no one around her would have ever understood. Though she didn't fight against her feelings. As soon as she started to understand he was someone she wanted, she did everything in her power to get him. Jon fought against his attraction a bit more, only trying to protect his honour or the respect he had for her father, but he didn't last long.

Now, they only had those fleeting moments to hold each other.

Nesting between his strong arms, she slid a hand across his jaw, looking into his features, making him look at her.

Her pleasure grew and grew until it brimmed over the edge.

"Fuck, Jon-" She choked on her own breath, "I'm coming."

His only response was a grunt, as he pushed himself deeper inside of her.

She came undone crying his name out loud, her body twitched around him as she held tighter, while the spasms of her orgasm squeezed him tight.

He didn't have the patience to wait any longer, deciding to let go of his control and follow her over the edge.

Bending against her, burying himself so deliciously inside of her, Mox pressed his face against her neck, suffocating a louder moan into her chest.

They stood there for a moment, catching their breaths, unable to move, unable to think, unable to exist beside who they were between each other arms.

The moment Jon moved, she caught him, gently caressing his face, guiding his eyes into hers.

"I am so sorry about what happened tonight." She whispered quietly. Part of her was afraid to burst their bubble, but she didn't care. It wasn't as important as making sure he knew where she stood.

Her father, William Regal, founder and leader of the Blackpool Combat Club had betrayed his boys and, in particular, had betrayed Mox, costing him his title.

She didn't have any time to react after she witnessed the events happening. As Regal fled the scene, she had to follow him to keep up appearances, but as soon as she could she contacted Mox, giving him the address of that bar and a time to meet.

And now, she was sure she wasn't agreeing with her father. To the point, she was ready to publicly stand against him. What he had done crossed every limit.

And it had hurt her just as much as it must have hurt his boys.

Mox looked away but didn't seek distance from her. On the contrary, he still held her tight, even if his posture froze slightly. His silence was solemn, declaring the pain and anger that burned through his chest louder than any word could ever do.

"I need you to know I wasn't aware. I didn't know what my father had planned."

His tremendously violent gaze lashed upon her. Even if he looked like he was ready to lose it, snap her in half and go on a rampage, she wasn't scared. She still caressed his jaw gently, crossing the tip of her fingers into his beard.

"I will never support his decision and I am ready to stand against him."

A dry burst of laughter shook his chest, as he let go of her, taking a step back. "Daddy won't be happy about that." He was sceptical and sarcastic, turning around as he got rid of the condom and fixed his trousers. "And surely he won't be happy to know you've been calling me daddy too."

"Well," Veronica turned towards the mirror as she fixed her own clothes, only to wash her hands just to do something, "it was his decision to betray you."

Jon towered behind her. She could feel his breath on her neck. "Are you saying you are willing to turn your back on your father and take my side?"

"Yeah," she turned around to face him, unsure why he seemed so crossed by her words, "is that a problem, Moxley?"

"No."

Despite everything about him, he still hesitated, long enough for her to catch him off guard. She wrapped her hands gently around his face, handling him with such a level of care and sweetness that it didn’t even seem to be appropriate or deserved by someone like Moxley.

And yet, she didn’t care.

She was about the only person on earth he allowed to know how easily he could crumble if cradled lovingly.

So, she enjoyed every moment of him pressing his face into her palms, letting go of a heavy sigh that seemed to express what weight had just lifted off his chest. She felt so honoured to be lucky enough to get to see and know his softest side. And it was only for her and his boys.

Veronica grabbed his chin and gently pulled him into a kiss he didn’t refuse.

“I guess we won’t be a secret anymore.” Their game had always been fun, but the idea of finally being free to stand by his side publicly was ravaging, making her heart beat and roar violently in her chest.

“Guess not.” As Moxley smiled down at her, he gave her a quick tug, pulling her into his arms. “Let’s get out of here.”

#jon moxely #jon moxley x oc #jon moxley smut #aew fanfiction

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love-islike-abomb · 6 months

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Renegade: part 16

Roman reigns x OC scarlet

Gif credit: @romanreigns

Warnings: this part is kinda shitty... I'm sorry!😭

Tag list: @angelreigns444 @acknowledge-reigns

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Rami scratched his beard "I don't exactly understand yet myself but I the one person who keeps popping in my head along with the 30 year war and Jonathon" he paused "is you Josh"

"Me?" Josh said "why?"

"You're his twin brother and he thinks you're gonna somehow have his back regardless of what he did to Joe and Scarlet" Rami said

A low growl soon announced that Drew had joined us "Drew!" Rami said reaching out to give him a hug

"Rami" Drew smiled.

"How did you find us?" I asked.

"Like Joe I'm also telepathic Scarlet" he smirked. "The counsel wants to have your brother executed for trying to hurt Scarlet" he said looking at Josh.

"I know my brother screwed up but-"

"That's how it's gonna start!" Rami realized

"Drew you have to tell them that if they have Jonathon executed the war will start!"

"I can't. Scarlet has to" Drew said

I looked at Drew confused "why do I have to? He knows I'm pregnant this could be a set up for him to try and kill me again!"

"We won't let that happen Scarlet!" Joe said

"If he sees you with me that's just gonna make it worse!" I said "this is all my fault! I can't do this right now!"

I slumped to the ground, tears pouring out of my eyes.

"Scarlet look at me!" Joe said

I looked up slowly with tears in my eyes "you and our baby are the most important people to me and I won't let anyone take either of you away from me! There will be no where on this earth that anyone could hide from me if they tried to hurt you!"

"And I will stand with Joe as well!" Rami said

"And me!" Drew smiled.

Joe pulled me up off the ground and I turned to Josh "I need your help to!" We all have to work together to stop this!"

Josh sighed "but that's my brother"

"I know you love your brother And I can't imagine what you must be going through but he tried to turn the god of mischief against me and even Loki has morals which your brother clearly doesn't! Josh I'm pregnant and I refuse to not let Joe and I's baby not have a chance before it's even born! Please we need your help!"

Josh looked at me and lowered his head, guilt written on his face. "Alright I'll help you but we're gonna need some more help. The 4 of us can't do this alone!"

"Thank you!" I smiled.

"Baby girl we gotta go home! It's almost dawn!" Joe said.

I climbed in Joe's back and as we flew off I watched Rami run back into the Forrest. Josh flew in the opposite direction as Joe and I leaving only Drew who soon joined Rami in the woods.

I yawned trying not to fall asleep on Joe's back but my eyes were heavy "go to sleep baby. I'll get us home safe. I love you" Joe said

"I love you to" I yawned closing my eyes and snuggling into his back.

Joe's Pov

I reached scarlet's house just as the sun came up and gently laid her on the bed and covered her up. She looked so beautiful asleep.

"Take good care of her" a voice from behind me said.

I turned around and saw mox "mox where you been?!" I said pulling him into a hug.

"Places!" He smiled

"How's Rene?" I asked

"She's pregnant to" he smiled.

I looked at him in surprise and then realized "sorry I forgot for a moment that you were a vampire!" I laughed "we need some more help with Jonathon. I was gonna call you later" I said

"Drew filled me in and I'm more then happy to help. Can I stay here until sundown?" He asked

"I dont think scarlet would care" i smiled "I don't wanna wake her up because we've had a busy night!"

"I'll probably be gone before she even wakes up" he said walking out of the bedroom.

I looked back down at Scarlet and crawled in bed with her "I love you! More then you'll ever know"

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wrestling-all-the-time · 2 years

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Please give me “take my affection before I choke you with it” with Jon and Skylar 🤣

Take My Affection

Pairing: Jon Moxley x Skylar Jackson

Warning(s): None

Word Count: 496

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"Damnit!" I yelled as the ref called for the bell.

Jon slid in the ring with me.

"You okay?" he asked.

"What do you think," I snapped.

"It's just one loss," he said.

"Yeah a loss that shouldn't have happened," I said.

I rolled out of the ring and went to meet up with the rest of Switchblade Conspiracy.

Harper was laying in the bed of Jon's truck, tired from the match she had before mine. Sami was sitting next to her on his phone.

"Can I get some help with the tacks?" I asked Harper as I jumped up to sit on the open tailgate.

"What's the magic word?" Harper asked.

"Bite me," I said.

"Ooo, someone sounds angry," Harper said. "Jon, can you get me-"

"Already got it," Jon said, tossing Harper the first aid bag she kept with her.

Harper slid forward to sit cross-legged behind me. She dug through her bag until she found the tweezers.

"I take it the match didn't go well," Harper said as she started pulling the thumbtacks out of my back.

"I lost," I said.

"It happens to the best of us," Sami said.

"No one asked you," I said.

"It was still a great match," Jon said as he leaned against the tailgate.

"It could have been better," I said.

"Don't beat yourself up like that," Jon said.

"It's hard not to with the losing streak I've been on," I said.

"Isn't this only the second match you've lost?" Harper asked.

"Yeah, that makes two in a row. That's a streak," I said.

"That is not a streak," Jon said. "You're one of the best here."

"I wish I was one of the best here," I said. "I don't know. Maybe if a wasn't so small I-"

"Oh for fucks sake would you take my affection before I choke you with it," Jon said. "You could give anyone here a run for the money and I'm tired of seeing you be hard on yourself over stupid shit."

"Okay," I said. "Losses happen. It doesn't mean I'm not good."

"Exactly," Jon said.

We were all quiet for a bit.

"So, uh, since I took the affection, does that mean choking is off the table?" I asked.

"Now that is entirely up to you darlin'," Jon said with a smirk.

"Okay, ew," Harper said. "You're officially thumbtack free and I'm gonna go anywhere that's not here."

"Oh, come on," Jon said. "You've heard worse."

"And I'm sure you and Callihan have done worse," I said.

"And on that note," Harper said as she jumped down from the truck bed. "I'll see you guys after the show."

"Wait for me," Sami said, following Harper's lead.

The two of them walked off toward the ring.

Jon joined me in sitting on the tailgate, putting an arm around me in the process.

"You really are a great wrestler," Jon said.

"I believe you," I said. "And thank you."

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What do you mean that's not his name?!

Part three of crying on a Saturday night :)

They sat in a very uncomfortable silence until the waitress came to take their orders. Jenna made sure to order for Tara and Cass, even though she really wanted to tell them both to eat shit, for putting her and Darby into the most uncomfortable situation they possibly could have. It wasn’t that she wasn’t interested in him , at least somewhat, he was definitely physically attractive. And, so far had been nothing but a gentleman towards her. It was just hard for her to think about letting someone else in, to open up to having feelings for someone again. Obviously one night wouldn’t cause her to fall head over heels, but even slightly liking someone again was enough to make her want to vomit. It had been almost a year since things had ended so badly with her ex, and though she told Tara everyday since that she just wasn’t ready and that she was fine, once her and Cass had started dating and doing all the happy couple things everyone could see the loneliness in her eyes. She couldn’t lie to herself; she did miss having that connection to someone, and having those sweet moments together. Laughing at inside jokes, snuggling when the Seattle rain just poured down and there was nowhere else to be. But to know that none of that, none of the happy times, or how much love was given, could stop them from getting up and walking away kept her in her lonely shell. She also knew Tara had nothing but good intentions in the surprise blind date , she knew that Jenna would never go for it if she had prior knowledge, she truly just wanted what was best for her best friend. But it was so uncomfortable and she could see it all over Darbys face. It was just as awkward for him as it was for her. It also wasn’t fair to him because he probably thought this was planned and was going to have a nice time with someone who was interested in pursuing it if they hit it off. Jenna was just ready to give up and hide in the bathroom when he finally spoke up, almost causing her to jump out of the seat as the silence was abruptly broken.

“ So I take it you didn’t know about this whole set up thing, did you?” He questioned not looking up from his drink where he fiddled with the straw, chasing the ice around the cup.

“ No, honestly I didn’t. I hope you don’t think I’m rude or stuck up or anything, I just got blindsided, and well I am completely socially awkward, even under normal circumstances…” Jenna trailed off not knowing what else to say and realizing she was beginning to ramble.

“ I don’t think that at all! I kinda feel the same way. I found out as I was packing up my gear, but Orange kinda made it seem like you knew and I was the last to know.”

“ Oh, well, good news since he actually told you BEFOREEE you came outside, I was the last to know! So at least you can say you weren’t the last to know about this surprise date” She laughed anxiously and used air quotations around the last word. Darby let out a chuckle as he smirked and nodded his head.

“ Well , yea that’s true. I really am sorry that this happened. Orange has been pushing me to get back out there since my divorce was finalized and he knew that I would never have come if he had told me. Not that you aren’t attractive and seem like a cool person , just like I’m really not one to go out and want to meet new people…” He lowered his gaze back down to his cup and began playing with his ice again.

“ I get you completely on that, like it has nothing to do with you at all personally. I’m just not one to blindly go hang out with people. Tara and I had classes together for a whole semester before I actually spoke back to her when she would try and talk to me.” She couldn’t help but smile a little at the memories of Tara trying and trying to strike up a friendship between the two of them.

“ Seriously I feel you, I trained with Orange for months before we had a conversation outside of training or something relating to wrestling. At Least we have that in common I guess.” he grinned and brought his gaze back up to meet her eyes. She felt her stomach give a little jolt as she smiled back at him. She told herself mentally to calm down. It was just a casual conversation, and his eyes didn’t look more beautiful than they had a few minutes ago. Before things could settle back into silence Jenna decided she wanted to keep the conversation going, though she hadn’t planned on this, nor did she think this would go anywhere, she was starting to have fun.

“ So why do you call Cassidy Orange orange all the time? Like I get it when you wrestle but why outside of the ring? She asked with genuine curiosity.

“ Well for starters it was always something they had us do in training. Getting into the habit so you don’t accidentally call someone by their shoot name, like their real name, in the ring or at an event. So it’s just kinda a habit at this point. But, and I am about to blow your mind here,” He leaned in close and looked around the room dramatically, before leaning in closer and whispering “ His name isn’t Cassidy either!” He covered his mouth like he just let out the biggest bombshell as his eyes smiled at Jenna who just looked at him in stunned silence.

“ Wait, wait, wait! You’re telling me that Cassidy isn’t Cassidy’s name, no fucking way! Even Tara calls him that, and in moments where, first of all I wish I didn’t know this information, but moments where she would definitely be using his real name…” Darby scrunched up his face in confusion and slowly started cackling.

“ You are telling me he has her calling him Cassidy while they’re fucking!? Yooo he will never ever fucking live this down I swear to God” He was basically in hysterics at this point as Jenna just looked at him in confusion over this whole name fiasco.

“ Well what the fuck, so if you guys use your wrestling names all the time I’m assuming Darby isn’t your real name either then is it?”

“No, it’s not but that's all anyone calls me.”

“ Well what is your real name?” Jenna was brimming with curiosity at this point the awkward tension had left the air and it seemed they were both having a decent time. Unfortunately before he could answer her the door swung open and Tara and not so Cassidy walked up to the table.

“ Are you guys just not going to eat?” Cassidy asked, raising one eyebrow up as he glanced over the table. Enjoying the conversation both Jenna and Darby had neglected to notice the waitress had come back and placed everyone's food on the table in front of them.

“ Oh shit I didn’t even notice she had come back over! It’s getting late now and I know Jenna mentioned having to work in the morning, I’m gonna grab some boxes and we can head back to my car if that’s okay with you guys?” He questioned as he looked around the group who all nodded in agreement as the sleepiness of the day was finally catching up to them.

“ Cool, I'll be right back. Oh! Hey Orange by the way, what took so long to find your wallet?” He smirked and looked between the two as Tara blushed and looked at the floor.

“ Shut the fuck up Darby before I kick your pale ass” Cassidy smacked him on the back of the head pushing him towards the counter where the to go boxes where stacked up.

“ Speaking of which, I have a question about that situation I need to ask you about later… Oh sweet Cassidy.” Jenna tried to stifle her laughter but couldn’t and they all looked over at her in confusion, except Darby who started laughing just as hard as he walked away. Before she could be questioned too much Darby was back with boxes and a receipt for his food. They boxed up their meals and headed to the counter. As Jenna went to get her wallet out she felt Darbys hand brush it away. She looked up at him with her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“ You have given me priceless information tonight, the least I could do was buy your dinner. Plus let me use it as a way to make up for our friends throwing us into a whole blind date.” He said in a surprisingly sweet tone. As much as she wanted to ignore the butterflies in her stomach from his touch, she couldn’t. All she could do was smile and accept his kindness, even though he had also been thrown into this, just as much as she had.

They all headed back out to the car and rode in silence as quiet music played in the background. Once they got back to the venue to separate into their respective cars, which just meant Jenna switching to take the passenger seat in Tara's car, Darby ran around and opened her door for her. While they let the love birds say their goodbyes, they said their own. The awkwardness had crept back in, not knowing was this a date? Should she give him a hug, he did get her dinner. Trying to think on her feet she brought back up the topic they left off on in the restaurant.

“ So you never told me, if Darby isn’t your real name what is it?” She questioned him, becoming very conscious of how small the space between them was. She felt herself shiver and tried to convince herself it was just from the cold.

“ I tell you what, this turned out, at least to me, better than I was anticipating. So let me officially ask you on a real date and if we go out again I’ll tell you.” He propositioned confidently, but his body language gave him away. He was shifting his weight back and forth while he twisted his hands around and looked at the ground. Before she could even think about what it would mean to say yes she had already blurted out , a little too enthusiastically, absolutely. Darby smiled at her and nodded his head, unable to really say anything, because he couldn’t believe she had actually said yes. They exchanged numbers and a quick side hug just in time for Cassidy to step out of Taras car. He gave Jenna a quick hug and pointed Darby to the car. The lateness of the night had really hit hard , and as she got into the passenger seat a yawn slipped out. Before Tara could begin her interrogation Jenna felt her phone buzz and quickly pulled it out to see who was texting her this late on a weeknight.

I had a great time meeting you tonight, I’m really excited to take you on an official first date. Sleep good and text me whenever - sam

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let-me-love-you-loki · 10 months

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An Ending Within--Ch. 21

Chapter 21

“I’m tired,” I mumbled as I stood up and stretched. It felt like I’d been sitting at that table for days. “I need to take a walk.”

Sammy Guevara glanced up from the photograph he was signing. We’d been doing a meet-and-greet before Dynamite for the last two hours. It was still a little insane to me that people paid to have their picture with me and get an autograph.

“Don’t take too long,” he said, glancing at his watch. “There’s only thirty minutes left.”

For a moment, I wanted to kick him. But I’d been wearing my brace consistently since my match with Jon. Stupid Sammy wasn’t worth the extra pain and discomfort.

“I’m only going to take a lap around the room, dipshit,” I said under my breath. Sammy smirked. I turned toward the people waiting in my line. “I just need to move around guys. Mox jacked up my knee. The loser. I’ll be back in five.”

A few people grumbled, but I was already wobbling toward the other end of the room. The outside of my leg was numb. It had been messed up in one way or another for the last few weeks. Jon had been worried so much that I’d wanted to smack him. He worried more than Seth. And of course, neither of us had let on to my husband that my leg was acting up like this again.

Taking my time, I looped around the room once. I stopped every ten steps or so and flexed my knee and wriggled my toes as much as I could. The numbness began to give way to pins and needles. My heart skipped a beat and then relaxed. A huge wave of relief washed over me. Still, I made a mental note to set up an appointment with Dr. Thurman. If I was going to go crazy in the ring, maybe it would be a good idea to get a bit of maintenance physical therapy. I just had to figure out how to tell Seth.

“Okay,” I said as I plopped back down in my chair. A teenage girl stood at the front of the line. “I’m only talking to people who hate Jon Moxley.”

The girl grinned and unrolled a neon green poster. Giant black block letters spelled out a message that made me cackle in a way that would make Seth proud.

Jon Moxley fears Leighton Black.

***

“How’s the leg?” Tony Khan asked as we passed in the hallway.

I flexed my foot and bent my knee a few times. “On my way to see Doc.”

“Good. If Doc clears you, I’ve got a match for you against Statlander. And we gotta build up your rematch against Jon.”

Before I could reply, laughter echoed down the hallway. I didn’t need to feel the frenetic energy overwhelming the air to know it was Jon. What I didn’t expect was the crackle of electricity along my skin and the warm salt scent of the ocean. Turning to see Seth and Roman walking side-by-side with Jon sent me barreling backward in time to the early days of The Shield. Those early days when the Hounds gathered around me. My heart jumped up into my throat. Tears burned behind my eyelids.

“What are you doing here?” I gasped.

Roman’s deep rumble washed over me. “Surprise, itiiti.”

Joy lanced through me so quickly that it knocked the breath from my body. I was running before I registered moving. Roman held out his arms and snatched me against his chest. I snaked my arms around his neck and hooked my heels behind his knees.

“Once a Hound, always a Hound,” he murmured against my hair. “It’s time we came to support you.”

I swallowed nervously. Time to bite the bullet. But at least I could honestly say it was pins and needles now. Normal coming and going of sensation like I’d had for years now.

“I was just on my way to see Doc Sampson for the all clear.” Roman set me gently on my feet. “If he says go, I’ve got a match tonight.”

Jon’s brow furrowed. “Against who?”

A grin spread over my face. “Your girl Statlander.”

Seth turned to look at Jon with a smirk. He crossed his arms over his chest. “Your girl? You’ve already dropped Llane?”

“Fuck you,” Jon said as he thumped Seth hard in the shoulder. He pushed his way past Roman and hooked his arm around my neck. He tucked me in close and gave me a fierce kiss on my head. “Dollface here is the only girl for me. Period.”

I laughed and put my arm around his waist. “Don’t let Renee hear you say that.”

Jon shrugged. “She already knows. When it comes to this business, you’re it for me, dollface. Names might change, but we’re Lunatic Llane for good.”

A door opened at the end of the hallway. “Leighton? Let me get a look at you. Tony needs to know if you’re cleared so he can block the show.”

Giving Jon one last squeeze, I skipped out of his hold and moved between Seth and Roman. My husband brushed his fingertips along my arm as I walked by. Something like peace and calm slipped along my spine.

***

When I left Doc Sampson’s trainer’s room, I was more than a little surprised to see a cluster of people just down the hall. The Bucks and Adam Page leaned against the wall with Jon, Seth, and Roman across from them. Chris Jericho was tucked in there, too. Nick Jackson looked up as I got closer. He smiled, and a warm sensation rushed through my heart. My old family joining with the new one.

“You sure you guys don’t want seats? If you aren’t comfortable with ringside then we can get you a box or something. Somewhere you won’t be seen. And definitely won’t be on camera.” Matt Jackson spoke earnestly to Seth and Roman. I could see what he was trying to do, but I knew without a doubt that it wouldn’t work.

Seth shook his head, a wry smile on his face. “Thanks, Matt. I mean it. But we’re risking our careers enough just being here.”

“Seriously?” Adam asked, his voice awash with incredulity.

Jon grunted. “You have no idea what it’s like over there.”

“Vince isn’t one for disloyalty. Hell, he swore he’d never speak to me again after I jumped ship to AEW. And he is petty,” Jericho added. “If he finds out that they’re here, he’ll bury them as punishment.”

My heart jumped into my throat as those words slipped into my brain. “What? You both have to go. Right now,” I squeaked. “Leave. Now.”

Roman pulled me into a hug. He tucked my head just beneath his chin. “Not a chance, itiiti.”

“But Vince—”

“Are you forgetting who you’re talking to?” Roman teased. I felt the chuckle rumble through his chest. His heart beat steadily beneath my ear. “My family helped keep that company alive more than once. Let him try to fire me. If he does, he’s going to have to deal with Sika, Dwayne, and Rakishi.”

“Ro, you know how vindictive he is.” Worry bled into my body, seeping through into my voice. “If you two get in trouble because of me, I’ll murder both of you.”

The hallway echoed with the sound of Seth’s laugh. “Don’t worry about us, baby. We’ll be fine. Promise.”

“Both of you are insane,” I said, wiggling out of Roman’s hold to move closer to Seth. He leaned over to press a kiss against my forehead.

“I promise. Plus, I have another excuse,” he said with a smile.

“Tina!” came my favorite voice in the world. “Mamma! Mamma!”

Sefina came barreling down the hallway with a huge grin on her face. She had a handful of what looked like Sour Patch Kids in one fist. Brandi Rhodes had her other hand and rushed along just behind my daughter.

I squatted down and held out my arms to her. She yanked her hand from Brandi’s hold and dropped her snacks on the floor as she threw her arms around my neck. I held onto her tight and pressed one kiss after another over her cheeks and forehead.

“Hi, sweetie!” My whole body felt bright and happy at the sight of my daughter there. She hadn’t seen me wrestle since I moved to AEW. “What are you doing here?”

“Tama and uso brought me!” Her dark eyes were bright and there was a faint blush over her cheeks. “I want to watch you!”

That burning behind my eyes came again as I tucked my daughter’s hair behind her ear and looked up at Seth. “Well, that’s good because mommy has a match tonight. Do you want to go meet her?”

Sefina giggled and nodded. I hooked my arms around her and stood up. She held on tight as I walked through the gaggle of people and went off toward Kris Statlander’s locker room. I was sure my daughter would love her alien gimmick.

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so this is reign from legends. SHES SO DAMN CUTE.

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acknowledge-reigns · 7 months

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Introduction:

Hi, Everyone. I'm Luna. I've been a wrestling fan since the early 00s and a Roman Reigns stan since the second he debuted with the shield. He was/is my first, current and forever wrestling crush 💕 I'm here to post fan art, fan fiction, edits and occasionally shitpost 💖

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jxtina-86 · 9 months

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Every Time You Close Your Eyes - Chapter 1

I'll say it now, there is a lot going on that is yet to be revealed in this story. I have 4 pages of notes outline the backstory...! So let's see if we get that far!

Thank you @thesamoanqueen for reading my messages last night and putting me on track. Forever grateful for your ear and kind words.

Prologue can be found here.

AU fic

Seth Rollins x OC x Roman Reigns (also features Dean Ambrose/Jon Moxley - referred to as the latter).

Would love to know your thoughts!

Rated MA

Warning: Language, light smut.

Italics = flashbacks.

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Luisa kept her eyes shut as the bed shifted next to her. Fingers trailed up and down her spine, sheets rustling as Seth moved closer to her. His lips met her shoulder, his arm sliding over her body and pulling her against him. His arms curled around her as he continued to press light kisses to her skin, slowly working his way up to her neck.

She let her mind wander back to a time when she didn’t have to conjure up a fantasy to immerse herself in his touch. His hips rolled against her ass and she let herself become more malleable to his touch. He rolled her slowly, moving her as he pleased, his fingers clutching at her panties, pulling them away.

The moves were all familiar, but they came with no emotion attached. It wasn’t as raw or as passionate as it once was. It was just going through the motions. His lips pressed against her back as he moved behind her, above her. She reached out, clutching at the pillow as she felt him pull her hips a little higher, a hand slipping between her legs. Her body shook, her eyes still squeezed shut as she gasped and choked out his name. She felt a ringing in her ears as he slammed into her a final time. He collapsed forward, his forearms only just stopping his full weight from crushing her. His breath was hot and heavy against her cheek as he nuzzled against her, a hand pushing her hair from her face.

He kissed her softly and then chuckled to himself as he moved off her at last. The sheets billowed around her for a second before they landed and stuck to her hot skin. Twisting her head to one side, she opened her eyes and watched him move around the bedroom. Still naked, he paused by the curtains and drew them back so that sunlight flooded the room. Grimacing at the brightness, Luisa reached for a pillow and buried her face in it.

Only when she heard the click of the bathroom door closing, followed by the sound of running water, did she lift her head. Rolling over, she tugged the sheets up to her chin and stared up at the ceiling. The sheets smelt of his cologne, his sweat, their sex. It used to be comforting to be wrapped up in him. She used to beg him to stay with her, pull him back between the sheets, straddle him, kiss him into submission. He used to do the same to her, always making them late for work, for drinks, for dinner, for everything.

Luisa scoffed at her naive younger self, despite the fact that only two years had passed. Two years felt like a lifetime and yet it was barely the blink of an eye. Whatever they once had, was well and truly sealed in the past and she’d given up hope that things would change for the better. Too many promises had been broken for her to ever believe him again.

She stretched and sat up as she heard the shower shut off. The sheets pooled at her waist as she looked around for where she’d discarded her robe the night before. Scraping a hand through her hair, she frowned as her finger caught in the messy strands. It took her a second to realise what had happened and she bit her lip to stop herself cursing as she reached with her other hand to detangle the ring which must have slipped around her finger, the diamond now facing inwards. Slowly, she turned it and watched as it gleamed in the morning sunlight. Delicately she removed a single strand of hair that had caught around the band.

“I knew you’d like it.”

She looked up to see Seth leaning against the bathroom door, a towel slung low on his hips.

“It’s beautiful,” she told him, her thumb brushing over the face of the diamond.

“Only the best for you,” he replied, swiping his phone from the bedside table. Luisa felt her skin itch, but managed to keep her face impassive.

Not that he would have known either way. His brow furrowed as he paused to scroll through his emails. Instinctively his hand scraped over his head and she watched his fingers linger for a second too long at the back of his neck. She knew what they were searching for, yet the knot of hair that had previously been a permanent feature was long gone. Instead, his fingers down dug into the top of his spice, the tips tracing the beginning of a tattoo that was an almost invisible reminder of who she had fallen for once upon a time.

He walked past her without another word, heading to the closet.

“Are you going out tonight?” she called out as he disappeared into the dressing room.

“Most likely. Why?”

“I was thinking of going to see my Mom. I haven’t seen her since we got engaged and she’ll want to see the ring and hear all about the other night again.”

“Right,” came the reply.

She stood from the bed, robe located on a chair. She wrapped it around herself and headed over to the dressing room. She stood in the doorway, watching as he button his shirt and tucked it neatly into his pants.

“So I guess I’ll be back late too…” she trailed off.

“Okay.” He was looking for cufflinks now, a tie yet to be knotted looped through the shirt collar.

“I’ll give her your love?” she half-asked, half-stated as he slipped the suit jacket from its hanger.

“Of course.”

He paused for a split-second and she thought he was going to kiss her. But his eyes were on his phone again and then he was gone.

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Seth’s arm curled around her as they sunk deeper into the corner booth. The bar was still busy, the Friday night crowd yet to move onto pastures new, but Luisa was barely aware of her surroundings. Her finger traced along a groove in the table as Seth reached for his beer. She watched, almost mesmerised as he took a long swig. His head tipped back, giving her the perfect view of his thick neck and the fuzziness of his beard which was in desperate need of a shave. Her own head rocked back against his shoulder and she smiled to herself as she felt his hand squeeze her arm.

The end of the week was what she lived for. What had begun as a group of interns celebrating the start of the weekend, quickly progressed to it being just the two of them. The first time was just luck - Peter had been called away to a family emergency, Brad had a date and Jessica didn’t seem thrilled at the prospect of third-wheeling with two people who wanted to drink beer and laugh about the awfulness of interning.

At first, it was just that - beers and laughter. He was easy to be around, he made her feel relaxed and less on edge than the rest of the group. His lack of decorum made her drop her guard. She felt more like herself like she was around her friends and her family. They like the same films and books and after a long time of trying, eventually found common ground in music as well. She looked forward to closing down at her computer on a Friday, heading out to the elevator to find him waiting.

She wasn’t sure when it became something more than just drinks and company. One evening she just felt his hand brush against hers. Long fingers enveloped hers and then they walked hand in hand like it was the norm. That same evening, their usual hug, which had started a few weeks into their ritual, included a brief second where his lips touched her cheek. The following week, the hand-holding was followed by him sliding into the booth next to her rather than opposite and when they said their goodbyes, he hesitated for a second before giving her a tentative peck on the lips.

Now she struggled to let him go. Sometimes he’d prise her hands from the collar of his coat, grinning and winking as she clamoured for more. She would float home on the memory of his mouth on hers, catching her reflection in the subway, her cheeks always flushing as she took in the mess he’d made of her hair with his fingers.

Seth shifted next to her and Luisa felt herself being pulled a little closer. Her own hand dropped to his thigh as she leaned forward to grab her beer. Draining it, she flicked her wrist over to look at her watch. Patting Seth’s leg, she raised her hand to show him the time.

“Already?” he groaned, his chin resting softly on her head as she chuckled.

“Last trains wait for no one.”

She pulled herself upright, reaching for her purse and coat. Seth stood, stretching for a second. He held out his hand for her as she stood. He pulled her gently against him, his lips brushing over her forehead before they moved through the bar towards the exit.

Outside it was raining and they huddled for a moment as she rummaged for her umbrella. His fingers grazed hers as he took the handle in his hand, holding it at a comfortable height for both of them.

“Any big weekend plans?” he asked her as they walked.

Luisa nodded. “My brother is back in town, so we’re going out for dinner, catching up, the usual.”

“I didn’t know you had a brother.”

“You never asked,” Luisa replied with a grin. “What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Brothers, sisters?”

Seth shook his head. “Neither. I was such a great kid my parents decided they couldn’t do any better.”

Luisa elbowed him softly, laughing. “You’re full of it.”

He shrugged. “It’s the truth.” But his lips twitched when he met her eye and she rolled hers in response.

They rounded the corner to the subway and Luisa felt her heart start to pound in anticipation of Seth turning her in his arms and pressing his mouth against hers.

“Shit,” she heard him mutter.

“Wha-” she started but then she saw for herself. Outside the subway entrance was a small group of people, most of them looking slightly frustrated. Amongst them, she could see an employee of the subway company looking harassed.

“Sir, there is no service from this station due to an electrical fault further up the line.”

“Shit,” Luisa echoed Seth’s previous remark. She tugged back her coat sleeve and stared desperately at her watch. “The nearest station is what, two blocks away? I mean if I run I could make that and then…”

She trailed off, feeling herself being steered away from the station, along the road to where the street crossed over the avenue and the traffic clustered in a sea of lights.

“Seth? Where are we going, the station is back there?”

He shook his head. “It’ll take you double the time to get to your station and then you’ll miss your train home anyway.”

“And a cab is going to get me there quicker is it?” Luisa asked, confused as Seth scanned the traffic.

“Over there.”

They darted across the road, weaving in and out of the traffic. Seth opened the door, gesturing for her to get in as he shook off the umbrella. Inside, sheltered from the cold and the rain, Luisa frowned as Seth reeled off an address she didn’t recognise.

“Sorry,” she started to say to the cab driver. “We need two stops.”

“No, we don’t.”

“Seth, what the hell? I need to get home.”

“Come home with me.” His words hung in the air as she stared at him incredulously. He glanced up and almost looked bemused by her expression. “What?”

“Go home with you?”

He rolled his eyes. “Not like that.” He saw her raised eyebrow. “I swear. Look, I’m just trying to help. You wouldn’t have made the last train from that other subway station and then what? You’d be stuck at the station for the night. What kind of guy would I be if I let that happen to you?”

Luisa scowled but she couldn’t help but agree - stranded at the station on a Friday night wouldn’t be ideal.

“My place isn’t far and I promise to have you in a cab tomorrow morning back to the station so you can get home and see your brother.”

She didn’t answer, still weighing up her limited options.

“My roommate is out of town. You can have his bed, he won’t mind.” He reached across the seat for her hand. “I just want to make sure you’re safe, okay? And letting you go off into the night to get a train that you might not make just doesn’t sit right with me.”

He tugged her hand up to his lips, drawing her eyes upwards with the gesture. He held her gaze as he kissed her knuckles.

“Fine,” Luisa heard herself say.

Seth grinned. “I make excellent waffles.”

“I’m going to hold you to that,” she murmured as she slid across the seat and into his outstretched arm.

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Seth’s apartment was not what Luisa had expected. She’d seen the cramped apartments her friends lived in, the dingy views of trashcans outside their windows and the constant noise of neighbours moving behind paper-thin walls. Seth clearly didn’t need to worry about any of that.

The apartment spanned two floors, with one bedroom off the main living area and the other up a floating staircase. The full-length windows on one side of the open plan lounge and kitchen offered up an outstanding view of the city, whilst the rest of the apartment was enclosed in exposed brick and timber.

“This is… Wow…” Luisa exhaled as her hand slid across the smooth surface of the breakfast bar.

“It’s my roommate,” Seth explained with a shrug. “His parents bought it as an investment property or something. I think they just wanted him to get a roommate so he could experience ‘normal’ city life or some bullshit. I was the first person to view it, said I’d take it and he just seemed relieved he didn’t have to show anyone else around.”

“He just offered you the room?”

“Pretty much.”

Luisa shook her head with a grin as Seth closed the space between them, his hands reaching for her hips. “Has anyone told you that you’re one lucky bastard?”

“Nope,” he murmured in return, his mouth only an inch from hers. “But I’m starting to think it might be true.”

“Smooth,” she murmured against his lips.

Luisa shivered as Seth’s hands cupped her face, his fingertips grazing her hair. Her own hands slid around his waist, pulling him closer to her. She heard the faint squeak of her heel on the wooden floor as they stumbled slightly, her back pressing against the edge of the breakfast bar. Seth pulled back for a second, his eyes dark, his tongue darting out to swipe across his bottom lip. But when Luisa boldly pulled his head back to her, he only responded with a brief kiss, his fingers brushing tenderly over her cheeks.

“It’s late,” he whispered, his breath tickling her skin.

Desperately trying to hide her disappointment, Luisa nodded. “I guess.”

“There’s an en-suite off the bedroom.”

The matter-of-fact tone jarred. “Right.”

Luisa felt cold as Seth stepped back. She wasn’t sure if it was from the lack of his warmth or the coolness of the obvious rejection.

“I mean, feel free to hang out in here if you want…” He trailed off.

Luisa cleared her throat awkwardly. “No, I think I’ll just go to bed.”

“Okay.”

For a moment, neither of them moved.

“Well,” Seth said, his hand running over the back of his head, fingers delving into the knot of hair. “Good night.”

“Night.”

She felt his eyes on her as she brushed past him to collect her purse and head into the bedroom.

Setting her purse on the bedside table, she perched on the edge of the freshly made bed and kicked off her heels. Looking around she noticed the time on the clock on the wall. Cursing under her breath, she opened her purse and found her phone. She knew that her Mom would be starting to worry and quickly tapped out a message to explain the situation. She typed out Seth’s name and then paused. Carefully, she deleted it and wrote instead that she was sleeping at a friend’s. Chewing her lip, Luisa hit send.

She was just about to head into the en-suite when there was a soft knock on the door. Her heart started to pound as she got up and walked to the door. Opening it, she swallowed as she saw Seth standing before her.

Gone were the suit and tie. In their place was a pair of shorts and nothing else. Luisa felt herself staring but she couldn’t help herself. The time spent in Seth’s embrace had certainly hinted at the physique that was hidden beneath his clothes but never had she imagined this level of perfection. She bit her lip as she took in the chiselled abs, taut chest, and muscular arms.

Seth coughed softly and Luisa felt herself blushing as she tore her eyes away from his torso and met his eye. A sly grin was playing on his lips and Luisa looked away, unable to hold his gaze. It was only then that she noticed the garment in his hand.

“I figured that you weren’t exactly prepared for this,” Seth said as he offered her the shirt. Luisa glanced up at his face, scowling as she saw his grin widening at his own double-entendre. “What?”

“You’re a jerk,” she muttered as she snatched the shirt from his hand.

“Why?” The grin was gone and a look of genuine confusion had replaced it.

“Seriously?” Luisa turned away from him, taking the shirt and her purse with her to the bathroom.

He called after her but she ignored him, slamming the bathroom door shut and twisting the lock with a loud click.

As she rummaged through her purse to find something, anything to remove her makeup, she felt the anger boil inside her. Anger, mixed with humiliation and frustration. She felt confused by how the night had unfolded. The authoritative way he’d led her to the taxi and told her she was coming home with him had intimidated her at first but he’d been quick to reassure her of his intentions. Yet in the kitchen, when he’d pulled back from the brink of reneging on his promise, she’d felt deflated rather than impressed that he was a man of his word.

His appearance at the door, half-naked and under the pretence of offering her his shirt, was the final straw. She felt as if she was playing a game without knowing the rules. The more she thought about it, maybe she wasn’t even a participant, she was just part of the game, a plaything for him to toy with. Splashing her face with water, she looked up and stared in the mirror. How could she be so stupid?

Drying her face, she tugged off her dress and replaced it with the shirt. She could smell a hint of his cologne on the collar and her heart pounded unapologetically. Gathering her purse and dress, Luisa unlocked the bathroom door and stepped back into the bedroom.

Seth was still there, only he’d taken up one side of the bed. He was lying with his hands behind his head, his legs stretched out, his ankles crossed.

“You need to learn how to take a hint,” Luisa muttered.

“You called me a jerk for no reason.”

She scoffed. “For no reason? Are you for real?”

“So tell me.” Seth sat up and swung his legs off the bed.

“You really don’t know, do you?” Luisa rounded on him, staring him square in the eyes. “You can’t play with people like this.”

“I wasn’t. I don’t.”

“So what do you call this? You pull me into a cab and tell me that you’re just offering me a place to sleep, nothing else. Then that happened,” Luisa waved her hand towards the kitchen beyond the door. “You make me think that you want something more and then you promptly send me off to bed as if nothing happened. You can’t even offer me a shirt to sleep in without rubbing it in.”

Seth stared at her confused for a second and then shook his head with a smile. “Okay. First up, I didn’t plan to turn up at your door like this. I was getting changed and I realised you didn’t have anything to wear in bed. I figured that you would have preferred a shirt at the very least and it was the one I had in my hand at the time. I didn’t do it deliberately.” He paused. “As for earlier… Maybe I did want something more. But I didn’t know if you did. So I stopped. I’m not really sure why you’re mad at me for that?”

“You assumed I didn’t.”

“I assumed you didn’t want what? More?”

“Yes.”

“And how would I have known that?”

“You could’ve asked.”

Seth grinned. “And you could have told me. Works both ways.” He stood and took a tentative step towards her. “So you gonna take back calling me a jerk?”

Luisa pouted. “Maybe.”

“I’m sorry you felt like I was playing with you. I wasn’t. I swear.” He stepped closer.

She looked up at him. “I don’t like playing games.”

“Me neither.” He reached out and cupped the side of her head.

“I like you, Seth.”

He chuckled. “I like you too, Luisa.” He paused, the chuckle morphing into a teasing smirk as he dropped his gaze and she felt his gaze drag slowly over her body. “I like you even more in my shirt.”

Luisa felt her stomach flutter. “Yeah?”

He nodded, moving closer so his body lightly pressed against hers. “Definitely.”

“Show me.”

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Luisa paid the cab driver and turned to face the house she grew up in. Every time she visited, memories of her childhood came flooding back. She could picture herself in the front yard hosting a tea party for her favourite teddy bear and doll, riding her bike up and down the sidewalk with her friends from down the street, waiting on the porch for the postman to bring news of college applications. It had been barely a year since she moved out and into the city with Seth. At first, all she missed were the people, her mom, her brother, the neighbours. Now she missed everything else this place had come to represent - a sense of freedom, the opportunity to just be the Luisa she recognised, rather than the pretence that seemed to take hold when she stepped into the city.

As she stepped onto the path up to the door, she heard a familiar rumble of an engine. Glancing down the street, she grinned as she saw the Camaro cruising towards her. As the car drew to a halt, she stepped towards the wound-down window and peered inside.

“Looking good,” she grinned at her brother. “Although surely by now you’ve spent the same amount of money on this thing than you would’ve on a brand new car?”

“Firstly, kiddo, it’s not a ‘thing’ as you so eloquently put it; it’s a beauty of a car. Secondly, a brand new car doesn’t give you the same love as this girl does,” Jon Moxley retorted, stroking the dashboard to emphasise the point. “And finally, no scratching the paintwork with that rock on ya fist.”

Luisa rolled her eyes and pulled back from the car as Jon got out and rounded the vehicle. His arms circled her a second later, pulling her into a bear hug. There were five years between them, but they’d always been close. When they were kids, Luisa had pined for her older brother every other weekend when he visited his father. When Luisa’s own father had upped and left when she was barely a teen, Jon had been her rock through the confusing times that followed. He’d driven her to school when their mom had to work double shifts to make ends meet, he’d helped her study for SATs, picked her up from house parties gone wrong and driven her and all her worldly possessions five hours north to the college he’d helped her to apply for.

Jon released her from his hug, but before Luisa could move towards the gate once again, he reached out and grabbed her hand to inspect the ring.

“The photo you sent Mom really was life-size then. She said it was at some fancy restaurant in front of everyone?”

“Yeah,” Luisa replied, pulling her hand free.

“Thought you once said that public displays of affection made you wanna puke.”

Luisa frowned. “I’m allowed to change my mind.”

“Sure.”

Luisa decided not to respond and instead pursed her lips and pushed the gate open to head up the path. Jon followed, keys jangling in his hand, but before they reached the door, it swung open.

“Luisa!” Her mom leant on a stick and held out her free arm to embrace Luisa. They held each other tightly and Luisa breathed in the gentle scent of her mom’s perfume, the same one she’d always used. “Congratulations once again, sweetheart.”

“Thanks, Mom.” Luisa moved past her into the hallway. She spied the boiling kettle in the kitchen. “Go sit down, I’ll finish making the tea.”

“Your brother takes-”

“Black coffee, two sugars,” Luisa smiled over her shoulder. “I know.”

She watched for a second as Jon kissed their mom on the cheek and then took her arm to help her into the living room. She moved around the kitchen making tea and coffee, placing the various items on a large tray before carrying it into the living room. Jon was sprawled across the couch and he groaned dramatically as she wriggled into the gap between his feet and the armrest. Glancing over, she saw their mom watching them with a fond smile on her face.

“How’ve you been Mom?”

“I’m doing okay. The physio gives me these exercises to do,” she reached for a pile of paper next to her chair. “I feel like a right fool every time I do them, but he says it’s helping.”

“How long do you have to keep doing them?” Luisa asked as she watched her mom locate the right document. She reached over and took the proffered paper to study. The doctor’s handwriting was scrawled next to each diagram; notes to help her mom to conduct each exercise correctly.

“Another few weeks at least. Jon’s been taking me.”

Luisa felt a stab of guilt. She glanced over at Jon who just shrugged. “The cab fare is ridiculous,” he told her.

“You should’ve said-”

“We’ll manage,” he told her.

“Anyway,” her mom said a bit too loudly. “You didn’t come over to hear about me and my leg. I want to hear all about last week.”

“I already told you,” Luisa smiled.

“I’ll never get tired of it. It sounded perfect. Just what you deserve, sweetheart. He’s one of the good ones and he’ll always treat you right.”

Luisa felt the smile on her face start to stick. “I know, Mom. It was perfect.” She heard Jon snort quietly next to her.

Her mom didn’t notice and instead was holding out her hand. “Come on, show me the ring.” Luisa obliged, holding out her hand. “It’s beautiful. Did you pick it out together?”

“No. He chose it.”

“Well, he’s definitely got an eye for the finer things in life,” she winked and Luisa made her smile stretch that little bit further. “What about a date?”

“No, we haven’t decided yet.”

“Venue?”

“Mom…”

She chuckled. “I know, I know. I’m getting ahead of myself. But I did get you something…”

“Oh, Mom. Really, you didn’t-” Luisa trailed off as her mom produced a glossy magazine.

“I picked it up this morning. I thought we could have a look through, see what you like.” Her eyes started to shine. “Unless you have something in mind already?”

Luisa smiled. “No, I hadn’t even thought about it.”

“Well then…”She opened the magazine and Luisa noticed that several corners had been turned down already. “Let’s have a look.”

As they flicked through the magazine, Luisa rested her head on her shoulder. “Thanks, Mom.”

“Anything for you,” was the reply.

---

It was early evening when Jon dropped her back at the station. He’d been quiet for most of the afternoon. At first, she thought it was because of the endless wedding chat, but even when the conversation moved to work and friends and gossip, he remained resolutely silent, offering a handful of words when required.

“You okay?” Luisa finally asked as they pulled into the parking lot.

“I was going to ask you the same question.” Jon cut the engine.

“I’m fine.”

“Are you?”

“Yes.”

His eyes narrowed as he looked her over. “I call bullshit.”

“Jon!”

“Most chicks I know would be ecstatic about an engagement. You look mildly pleased at best.”

“I’m not like the ‘chicks’ you know.”

“Exactly. You’re my sister and I know you better than most.” Jon scraped a hand over his face. “He doesn’t deserve you, Luisa.”

“You would say that.”

“Why? Because I want the best for you and he is anything but?”

“You’ve never liked him.”

“For good reason.”

“Yeah, what reason’s that?” Luisa turned in her seat to face him. Jon’s face was stoic, his lips a thin line. “Exactly. You can’t even say why.”

“I just know you can do better.”

“Well, maybe I can’t.”

Jon sighed. “I just… I don’t want to see you get hurt. I just want to know you’re sure about this.”

“I am sure.”

“Are you sure for the right reasons?”

Luisa stared at the bridal magazine in her lap. “The right reasons?”

“Yeah, like love. You gonna marry him because you love him?”

“If I said I am, will you drop this?” She chanced a look up at him and his face made her want to cry.

“If you say you love him, I’ll drop it.”

“I…” Luisa swallowed. “I’ve got to go.”

Jon’s palm hit the steering wheel, making her jump. “Fine. Tell me you’re sure.”

“I’m sure.” Luisa shoved the magazine into her purse and opened the door.

“Luisa…”

“What?” She reeled around.

“Just tell me why.”

“You know why,” Luisa told him. “You know I don’t have a choice.”

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smolwritingchick · 5 months

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Hi! Starting over again!

Idk how many people may remember this blog but hi! I'm Val aka Smolwritingchick.

I used to post The Bangtan Gal here on Tumblr. A BTS Jungkook love story about an 8th member of BTS, Jennie Walker.

I'm starting over. I have two stories I want to post on here that I deleted. A wrestling story called Forced To Believe which is about a female member of The Shield from WWE (I posted that on fanfiction.net many years ago) and my BTS story, Bangtan Gal. Currently editing chapters and will post them soon.

I took a long break from writing due to my mental health and just lack of motivation to write as I focused more on work and had other passions. But I miss it and would love to repost my work. I'm not a big fan of the fanfiction.net site these days so I will be posting my stories on Wattpad, Tumblr and Archive of our own for now on.

I'm hoping to continue The Bangtan Gal as I plan out new chapters after editing the old ones. For now, what matters is that I'm having all these chapters up from what has already been written so people can reread.

I don't really care about the notes or views. I just want to post these up again and see where it goes.

I keep rereading my stories and I really miss it so why not?

Stay tuned.

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majesticwren · 1 year

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hey everyone, for those of you who are waiting for updates on my Dean Ambrose fic, I'm sorry for the delay. The next chapter is coming up, I promise 🌻

had a horrible few days, weeks, really, too busy to think about much else but work and so I'm not in the best headspace ever rn :') BUT I haven't disappeared we are here and we are stronger than ever 💪

and I am full of new ideas. I just need the time to get to write all the stuff I wanna write. But Im looking forward to working on new Mox, Ambrollins, Judgement Day, Ambrolleigns stuff. Maybe I'll sprinkle here and there some Blackpool Club stuff too, who knows. 👀

How I wish writing fics could be my job --

#dean ambrose fanfiction #wwe dean ambrose #dean ambrose x oc #dean ambrose #jon moxley #jon moxley fanfiction #jon moxley x oc #ambrollins #ambrolleigns #blackpool combat club #the judgment day wwe #the judgment day x oc #the judgement day

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blueberryomega · 4 months

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VICIOUS (The Series) Part 2

Pairing: Female and male OC (Male OC was my husband's idea) x AEW Superstars

Summary: Audrey Nolan, an almost 23-year-old woman, comes to AEW with the simple fact of fulfilling her dream of being a wrestler, inspired by Chyna, her favorite wrestler. But as time goes by, she feels her dream destroyed by people who judge her because of her gender.

Warning: strong language, may contain sex.

Audience: 18+ [minors do not interact]

I don't own any gifs, photos or brands posted here. This is just a fanfiction! Don't like it? Go away and don't read it. That's it.

The night fell, Audrey did what she could to strengthen herself. Listening to "Limbo" by Daddy Yankee inspired her all night. She was thinking about Eddie all day, he was one of her several favorite wrestlers and she saw him as a dad figure. She still couldn't believe that that happened on that day, of all the bad things she faced before she could marry Jay. Someone started knocking on the door, it was Scarlett. She came as if she were a boxing coach.

"Good evening Audrey." She said.

"Hey, you look like a boxing coach." Audrey reacted. "What for?"

"To train you. I had a conversation with Jay and he told me that you don't jump rope or do any flips. I thought you were more or less a Rey Mysterio... I don't know, a Jeff Hardy... more or less like that."

"Scar, I'm not crazy enough to do all that shit. I wanted to be more or less half taekwondo and half boxing. I don't know... but not to be a high flyer. Forget about that, gurl."

"My biggest goal was for you to do at least some fucking clotheslines at least..."

"Well, I can do clotheslines. But forget about making Swantons."

Scarlett and Audrey went to a separate ring to start training.

"Great." Scarlett smiled. "Kenny, come here."

Audrey smiled, watching Kenny enter. He noticed that he was in recovery, but at the same time he wanted to see the Nolans' talent.

"Hello Audrey." He greeted her, making her feel nervous. "Hey, don't be like that. I'm not going to do anything to you."

She gave a sigh. "Hello... Kenny."

Scarlett smiled. "The only reason he came is to see what you learned during your training. Now try giving a kick."

Audrey raised her leg to try a kick, having a memory in her mind. "Addy.. are you okay?"

"I think...did I do it right?"

Kenny smiled. "You did pretty well, although you need to practice a little more."

"Let's see Audrey, how long have you not practiced?"

"Since...since I was in my third year of high school. I haven't practiced in a long time."

Kenny looked at Scarlett. "Go train her, she needs a little more efficiency."

Audrey started to feel bad. "I think so..."

"Hey, you're doing it well, but you need to get back that same energy you had when you did your first practice. That way you'll come out cool and give that fucker Claudio a hard time."

Kenny stood up gently, leaving the entire area. Audrey felt embarrassed by what The One Winged Angel did to her wrestling moves.

"It's better to stay as manager." She thought to herself and left.

Meanwhile with the BCC...

Claudio was sitting on a couch, upset along with Wheeler Yuta, Jon Moxley, and Bryan Danielson.

"Do you know what started bothering me about that tomboy Audrey? That she starts defending that shitty Eddie. I'm sick of it."

Jon rolled his eyes. "Here we go again."

"What's up? You got a problem?"

"Dude, everything about Eddie pisses you off, even the new girl pisses you off."

"More like the male pisses me off."

Wheeler crossed his arms. "Wasn't she the tomboy?"

Claudio roared. "IT'S THE SAME SHIT YOU BITCH, SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!"

"That's enough Claudio." Mox commanded. "If you don't want any trouble with Eddie, don't mess with the tomboy. Listen to me. Use your head to think instead of shining a light on it."

Claudio took a breath. "If that will prevent me from seeing the male, then fine. But the problem is with her, not with Kingston."

"You seriously are an idiot... you know what? Do whatever you want, but remember that I told you so. Don't come crawling then."

.............................................................

Audrey was sitting in a chair backstage, looking at a photo of her husband and her at their wedding. A happy tear was shed, making him hug the photo.

"AUDREY!" Jay ran towards her. "Hey baby girl. How was today?"

Audrey looked at her husband. "Good... all good." .

"Hey... Scarlett told me that you need to do a little more training, since your 'twin' evaluated you."

"Honey, I don't know if I can do it."

"Why's that?"

"It's just... I don't feel capable of doing such a thing."

"Baby, of course you can. It takes as long as it takes, but that's okay. At least you'll be my manager until you're completely ready." Jay put his hands on Audrey's shoulders. "I love you Drey, you are everything to me... you are my entire life, and the first thing I told you before we got married would be to make your dreams come true and do everything... to see you happy."

"My love." She smiled, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Jay winked. "Let's go to the locker." He whispered, scooping his wife into his arms and kissing her passionately.

Both went to the locker room, Jay placed Audrey's body in the couch, locking the door completely and running to kiss her, then starting to take off her clothes.

"Damn baby..." Jay smirked, as his voice deepened. "I started to miss those big juicy tits... that fat pussy... and those clapping cheeks. Gosh mami."

"You like how it is now papi?" Audrey looked at him.

"Of course, I've always like that hot body of yours. It..." Jay removed all of his clothes, placing himself on top of his wife and holding his hands on the couch. "It drives me crazy how big you get every fucking day baby girl. Fuck... I want you."

Both laughed, kissing like they were devouring themselves, as Jay started squeezing Audrey's boobs. Audrey started letting out a moan while letting herself get dominant by her husband. Jay's hands ran towards her neck, squeezing it lightly and seeing how her eyes grew big.

"Papi.." Audrey moaned, about to yell. Jay's free hand ran right towards her pussy, starting to rub her clit fast, making her moan harder.

"Fuck mami, you're so fucking wet.. wet, sexy, and all juicy just for papi."

He stopped for a minute, getting up and jerking off his cock, right before putting it in Audrey's pussy. She let out a gasp, feeling him deeper inside of her.

Jay started fucking her, squeezing her neck softly as he does. Audrey's moans where about to turn into screams.

"Jay!!" She screamed, rolling her eyes and burying her back on the couch.

He chuckled, leaning down on her ear. "Now everybody in this roaster knows who own you.. you're such a great girl."

Jay's deepened voice turned Audrey on, making her jiggle her boobs while she was getting fucked.

"Mami..." Jay took a breath. "Mami.. I'm close... i'm close to make a fucking mess in you."

"Cum in me papi." Audrey begged. "Cum in me..."

Jay's pace went faster, as Audrey's screams were louder. Then he came deep inside of her, removing his cook and shooting cum all over his wife's boobs.

Jay's body collapsed, and same did Audrey's. Both laughed and kissed, as they put on a blanket and both of them felt asleep.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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londonfalling-rpg · 3 months

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“There was nothing like the cold, heavy steel of a gun, or the sharp burn of a good single malt to make a man grateful to be alive."

Congratulations to the following applicants, your characters have been accepted into London Falling. We’re excited to start writing with you!

Nadezhda Liddell (The Wheel of Fortune) - Elizabeth Debicki FC

Elizaveta Liddell (The Devil) - Reneé Rapp FC

Marisol Aguilar (OC; Civilian) - Melissa Barrera FC

Charley Ellsworth (OC; Civilian) - Kendrick Sampson FC

Ender Alparslan (Eye of the Tiger) - Çağatay Ulusoy FC

Finley Blythe (Cry Wolf) - Bill Hader FC

Nihira Biswas (Firefly) - Anya Chalotra FC

Zmei Lazarevich (OC; Media) - Jon Moxley FC

Samuel Knight (The Police Chief) - Patrick Wilson FC

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komotionlessqueenmm · 1 year

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PART ONE

Okay so this is a list of my short stories, with links leading to each post. Some stories have been discontinued, some are complete. And some are ongoing. I list the name of the story, who is paired in the story, what the character/person is from, and lastly if it's complete, ongoing, or discontinued. If there are multiple parts, they should all be linked.

NON-REQUESTED STORIES

1.) The Phoenix & The King (1-?)

• King Harald Finehair X Jade Clegane OC

• Vikings & Game of Thrones crossover

|DISCONTINUED|

2.) Lean On Me (1-2) - (2-2)

• John Marston X Reader

• Red Dead Redemption 2

|COMPLETE|

3.) You Are Mine, And I Am Yours. (1-1)

• Toecutter X Reader

• Mad Max (1979)

|COMPLETE|

4.) My Sweet (1-?)

• Dani Filth X Yandere!Reader

• Cradle of Filth

|DISCONTINUED|

5.) My Sweet Domesticated Demon (1-1)

• Hellboy X Reader

• Hellboy (2004)

|Completed|

6.) One man's trash, is another man's treasure. (1-4) - (2-4) - (3-4) - (4-4)

• Bo Sinclair X Reader

• House of Wax (2005)

|COMPLETED|

7.) Sudden Appearances (1-1)

• Dr. Nelson Wright X Reader

• Flatliners (1990)

|COMPLETED|

8.) Giving into Desire (1-1)

• Jeff Hardy X Reader

• WWE

|COMPLETED|

9.) Swimming Lessons (1-1)

• John Marston X Reader

• Red Dead Redemption 2

|COMPLETED|

10.) This wasn't supposed to happen, but I'm glad it did. (1-5) - (2-5) - (3-5) - (4-5) - (5-5)

• Peter Steele X Reader

• Type O Negative

|COMPLETED|

11.) Life & Death (1-1)

• Death!Jeff Hardy X Life!Reader