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even more sketchposting..wow !
#digital art#my doodles#de#disco elysium fanart#dsico elysium#saw the ref and ran. ofc#i think i'm a little obsessed with drawing kim!#kim kitsuragi#harry du bois#kimharry#why not duboiragi
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"you worry too much cariño" | boxer! miles 42 x reader
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◇ you were with miles from the start. you saw his love for boxing from the first day yall met. you remember how he would rave about rocky and how his room was littered with cut out pictures of sugar ray, mayweather, muhammad and all the greats.
◇ you remember how he begged his uncle for years to become his trainer. how upset he got when he couldn't perfect his right hook. how sore his muscles got after an eight hour training day. how happy he was when he won his first match that he ran out the ring before the ref announced his victory, and grappled you into a bear hug. you both shed a couple of tears that night.
◇ you were his no.1 cheerleader. always by the ring with mrs. morales and uncle aaron cheering miles on. even if you don't know jackshit about boxing, one thing was certain miles was good. so good that by the time he was 18, he had been invited to compete in that national tournaments.
◇ but no matter how good he was, he would still get nervous. especially if the event drew in a big crowd. you were always there to give him a pep talk or smack the sense back into him, and tell him to get back in there and kick some ass.
"si señorita" he gave you quick kiss (and a pat on the ass for good luck ofc), and headed back into the arena.
◇ he loves when you practically nurse him back to health. whether he got a busted lip or a bruised cheek. best believe after every match, he would make his way back stage where he knew you would be waiting on him with a first aid kit handy.
"miles, you need to be more careful. look at you. your lips, god and your cheek, it's do swollen. don't gimme that look i'm serious look what that asshole did to you"
"cálmate mami, the guy's suppose to beat me up. es parte del trabajo bebe" he took the hand that you had resting on his shoulder and kissed the palm to further his assurance.
"hey if you don't want me to nag you, you can always go to med staff. you know the people who's job it is to do this," you pressed an alcohol pad on his lips which made him hiss a bit.
"you worry too much cariño. plus how am i suppose to get mi besos to me feel better huh?"
◇ miles is more than grateful for all the support you give him, so best believe he's gonna make sure your well taken care of. it's the least he could do for you after so many years of being his nurse, cheerleader and emotional support coach.
◇ the money he's makes from tournaments and sponsorships, he can surely afford to give you anything your heart desires. "just say the word and it's yours mi corazon". plushies, shoes, jewelleries, clothes, nice vacations and dinners. borderline spoiling you rotten.
◇ and if your not one for extravagant things, he'll make sure that you never have to struggle to afford basic necessities. definitely a "don't worry i'll cover most of the bills for you baby" typa man (aaah a girl can dream)
◇ shouts you out in interviews. whether they ask about his love life or his biggest inspiration, he always makes sure that everyone knows he's had a great girl by his side every step of the way, and he hopes to keep it that way for as long as your down.
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@fezcossidepiece (*≧ω≦) enjoyyyy!!!
#earth 42 miles x reader#miles morales prowler#prowler x reader#earth 42 miles x you#earth 42 miles morales x black!reader#atsv#atsv prowler#rewrote this like 10 times#i hope you like it#☆° via writes °☆
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if u haveht already this is ur excuse to yap abt harp now,,, id love to know more abt them stares at you
smiles ... it's 3:51 am for me giggles

art on the left by @/bloomyex-art , art on the right by me . i haven't created a ref myself with their uniform/typical outfit, but i think i'll build off of the left !! probably same upper top and more very very muted church uniform pants; more on the blue or monochrome side
okae so liek !! basic stuff; lost temple (cotte), they/them, around like 39 or 40
their gear isn't an existent gear cause i couldn't find one i liked and like . why not make one !!
essentially it's like a bow/harp , so the bow has damaging properties ofc and the harp healing properties . along with that, there are claw glove things that would charge the healing; so the healing wouldn't work without some power charged from the claws or something something
cotte relationships;
scythe: YURIMAXXING FREAKS!!!!!!! coughs . yeah they are . partners . spins around lalala !!
broker: they are friendly and yap to eachother often !! mutual friendship with scythe so . yayYIPEE!!
medkit: not too well acquainted though harp tries their best to interact with him / make him feel welcomed when he's around
i don't have a lot of their lore worked out yet </3 i definitely didn't insert them just to kiss scythe
the thing like. "sometimes you do what you have to to survive" is something they kind of live off of? like it's important to them and defines part of their character . and their acceptance of true eye
also their personality is liek ... in theory basically me but i also depict them as more confident n stuffs. think of like if an old kinda grumpy lesbian ran a bar but gave good advice except harp doesnt run a bar and theyre not that old . and also sad. dramatic backstory. but scythe to kiss. excuse me im tired its (checks time) 3:59 am/silly
i saw this ask right after i gave up on this doodle but throwing it here anyways !!
edit : playlist !!
#phishyy art tag#phighting!#scythe phighing#harp phighting#phighting oc#YIPPEEE#phishyy yapping#moots!!#starii-lins
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Can I have solo sikow x reader -where solo has a match against aj styles and solo tells reader to stay back stage during his match, but Mia Yum sabotages solo. readers runs to save solo but solo ends up losing and yells at reader 🩷🩷
Ofc my lovely!
Making up for my actions
Pairing: Solo Sikoa x Fem reader
Description: After losing a match against AJ Styles and yelling at you when you try to stop Mia Yim from interfering, solo apologizes for his reaction
You watched Solo's match backstage until you suddenly saw Mia Yim sneaking to the ring with a chair to hit solo leading to you running out with a kendo stick despite being told by solo to stay backstage, you hit her with the stick and even hit AJ Styles as he tries to take the stick away from you, you and mia get good hits in on each other until she rams your chest to the post and hit your head with the chair being thrown in the ring and tripping aj as he ran to grab solo, the next thing you knew was hearing the ref looking to see aj pinned and suddenly solo is hit with the chair by mia quickly getting up and spearing her leading to the two of you flipping over the ropes and out of the ring hearing aj's theme play throughout the arena feeling your heart drop as solo rolls out of the ring yelling as mia grabs a handful of your hair. The next thing you knew was solo grabbing and throwing mia off of you as he looks at you as tears flow down your face as you try to walk "Didn't I tell you to stay backstage?! Why the hell did you even come out here and mess it up!? I had it!" more tears flowed as you stumble backstage to the medic who determined that other than some nasty bruises and an open cut from the chair you didn't have severe damage nor a concussion staying quiet as you and solo head home after staying in Naomi's dressing room for the rest of RAW until solo said his goodbyes to naomi, his brothers, and Roman leading to you following behind him with the twins help until you were in the passenger seat of his car, you quickly get out after he parked afraid of him yelling again and head to the bedroom as he drops his bag by the couch after taking his shoes off feeling his heart stop when he hears your quiet cries as you walk up the last few steps before locking the door and getting in the shower, you cry the whole shower unlocking the door before laying down absolutely exhausted. He slept on the couch feeling bad for what he did going out and training for half the day until 6:30 heading home and showering finding you quietly watching tv, standing up when you see him and walking by him until he grabs your arms "Look at me" you sigh quietly before turning seeing the emotion in his face before he pulled you to him holding your head in the crook of his neck "I'm so sorry baby, i didn't mean to yell at you like that" you wrap your arms around him staying quiet, you feel his lips softly kiss your neck leading goosebumps to trail up your body and your breath leave your body when he starts lightly kissing down your throat to your collarbones "What are you doing?" he holds your face in his hands gently and sweetly kisses you "I'm making up for my actions and showing how much I love my girl" your heart flutters and flips as both your shirts are thrown on the floor pressed together feeling safety and love at your upper bodies pressed together until he lifts you up and lays you on the bed kissing down your body then your thighs going back between quiet moans and breathless gasps tangling your hands through his hair and leading to the next few hours of your hands intertwined until you were both catching your breaths holding each other smiling as he lifted you and helped you showered before you were back in bed while wrapped in his arms feeling his hands caresses your torso and lips lightly kissing your neck until you were asleep with his forehead pressed against your own.
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hiii mel! i saw you said you were seeing zack on sunday at dexcon, so how was it?!! tell me everythingggg <3
Sure, Jackie :)
We were maybe 100 people in a gym with zero air conditioning/electric fans and one ring light while a literal typhoon was coming down in full force right outside. It was a fucking wonderful experience, even if my the end I literally couldn't breathe through my mask LOL
The Zack/Jake de Leon match went to a 30 minute draw. He's tall, I expected that, but he's also so much bigger in person.
I know I don't see enough matches live, but ZSJ/JdL is probably my favorite match I've ever seen live.
Zack mooned the audience LMAO
He also got extremely angry at the ref for counting a pin when he was going for a submission
We initially cheered for ZSJ when he came out because who wouldn't? But from the first minute we were for Jake de Leon. The PH wrestling scene took a big blow just the day before (Joseph Montecillo explains it in his blog post better than I ever could), so...
I actually recorded the entire match on my phone. It's shitty quality and vertical video to boot but I have it. I'm keeping it as long as I can.
There wasn't supposed to be a meet and greet after the show; like, literally, they told us to leave as soon as it was over. But people ofc lingered, and (since this is probably what people will care about on here) as soon as Zack got out of the ring he was swarmed.
I watched people come up to him and take pictures (there was no line), trying to think about what to say to a guy whose work has meant a lot to me since I was 14. Like, what do you even say? Begin to say?
I got cut in front of twice before I managed to get his attention. Even slouching, he was looking down at me.
His eyes in the light were amber brown.
I tried to lead with a message. I failed and just stuttered for like three seconds before I closed my eyes, curled up my fists like an anime protag, and asked if I could please take a picture with him.
He smiled and said sure. My bf took the photo. It felt both way too long and way too short.
I said thank you, and then, right before he turned his attention to someone else, I told him: "you've been my favorite wrestler in the world for 10 years."
Maybe he was surprised by that, because he took a moment to reply (at least he was smiling). "Wow, that's a long time. Thank you."
I literally ran away after that. I hadn't maintained eye contact for more than a moment at any point.
I nearly cried in the car.
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Haikyuu — As Dilfs

Summary: How’d they be as dads | Osamu, Kuroo, Daichi, Bokuto
Content Warnings: aged up ofc maybe a little suggestive with the names, unedited
Note from Em: Samu hits fuckin different especially since he’d know how to feed you fuckin well.
Female Implied Reader — 18+ only | sfw content

Miya Osamu:
Sends his kids to school with the most perfect lunches, makes everyone else jealous. Makes them really cute too, hotdog squids, fruit cut in stars, sometimes a note.
He’s the dad to bring the snacks at sporting events, whether it’s something he made himself or just fruit snacks the kids go crazy each time.
Either always at the grill at bbqs or never touches it, no in between. But if he does cook the food you better know it’ll be scrumptious.
He wouldn’t be too obvious with his flirting, if you come up to him he’d be polite at first before trying to flirt with you, he wouldn’t really have to try.
If you two hit it off, he’d ask you if you want to help bring refreshments to matches or practice for the kids, afterwards would ask you out for dinner.
Lowkey a milf chaser, wont admit it even if he was called out, but he’d love for his kid to be friends with yours.

Kuroo Tetsurou:
He would definitely use his kid to his advantage, wouldn’t even be ashamed about it, the kid wouldn’t know any better and he knows girls usually love kids so he does it.
If he sees you at a pto even or something for the kids he’d send his kid over to you, have them tell you something cheesy for him, it would be awful but it would work.
If you have a kid as well he’d schedule ‘play dates’ for them just to see you, thinks he’s slick but in reality you’d see straight through it.
Very honest about his attraction towards milfs, probably was his favorite part of the school events, milf watching.
You’d have to slowly start dragging him to the events, would lose his motivation to go if they didn’t have his or your kids in it.
He’d be the dad to walk around the house in his boxers, saying something about ‘it’s my own house I should be able to wear what I want’

Daichi Sawamura:
Would 100% be at the grill at bbqs almost all the time. Owns those stupid aprons about being the grill master.
Shows up to his kids events super early just to get a good parking spot, makes sure that they are perfectly ready for it too.
Makes small talk with the other parents that are coming in as he waits in the stands or seating area, if it’s a sporting event when the game starts he’d be the one yelling into the court.
Yelling at the refs at each call because it couldn’t be right, always saying something about them being blind. Calms down eventually, especially if you talk to him.
He’d slowly start focusing on you more, saving you a spot so you could sit with him and watch the game, would trash talk the refs and other team to you rather than yelling it on the court.
Doesn’t try to use his kid but it ends up working anyways, how kind he is to them would win you over, especially if he interacts with your kid too if you’d have one.

Bokuto Kotaro:
Always showing up at nearly the last second because he forgot something yet again, probably something for his kid.
Would be an accident when he ran into you, either throwing himself down into the first empty seat with a good view of the game or literally running into you as he tries to get his kid there on time.
Would be talking to himself and hyping up his kid while they played. If their kid got hurt he’d rush to them and would somehow know how to fix them up perfectly so they’d be able to finish the game.
Would be always surrounded by the moms at the events but would pay no mind to it, other than you actually. You’d only have to say one compliment about his kid and he’d be wrapped around your finger.
Takes pride in his kid more than anything, would be his entire world and would love to share it with you, especially if you liked kids.
Wouldn’t know he’s a milf chaser but if he saw you interacting with your kid, he’d be hooked, never really understanding why he liked you so much.

#Haikyuu#haikyuu hcs#kuroo tetsurou#daichi sawamura#osamu miya#bokuto kotaro#bokuto x reader#kuroo x reader#daichi x reader#osamu x reader#kuroo hcs#bokuto hcs#osamu hcs#daichi hcs#haikyuu head canons#haikyuu fluff#kuroo fluff#bokuto fluff#daichi fluff#osamu fluff
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Welcome Home Part 4

Summary: Winter is here. Peyton has her match against Shida, Kenny has his match against Moxley, Brandi shares some information with Peyton.
Pairings: Cody Rhodes x OFC (Sister), Brandi Rhodes x OFC (sister), Kenny Omega x OFC
WARNINGS: 18+, explicit language, allusions to smut, a heated make out sesh, heel turn.
Word: 1,957
A/N: y'all i'm sorry this took so long. I hope this is as good as the other parts. <3
Tonight was the night. “Winter is Coming” had an action packed card. There was a rumor going around that someone was making their AEW debut, but only a certain few knew who. (Here's a hint: IT'S STIIIIIIIIIING).
My match against Shida was after Cody’s tag match with Darby against Team Taz. Brandi and I watched the AEW Dynamite Diamond Ring Battle Royal as I prepped, put my gear on and stretched. I rolled my eyes watching as MJF weaseled his way into a win. “One day, Wardlow is going to kick his ass.” I bet as I turned to Brandi. She nodded in agreement. She had been acting different lately. “You alright, sis? You seem off.” I asked her, genuinely concerned.
Brandi looked around the office space we were in, before getting up to close the door. “You can’t say anything, especially to Cody.” She made me promise before continuing. She was starting to scare me. “I’m pregnant.” She beamed, pulling a scan photo out of her bag.
My jaw dropped, eyes wide open. “I’m gonna be an aunt again?!” I all but squealed, taking the black and white photo from her. “Brandi, that’s so exciting! I know how much you guys have been wanting this.” She enveloped me in a hug.
“I haven’t came up with the best way to tell Cody yet, but it’s gonna be this weekend. So, you won’t have to keep the secret for long.” Brandi was positively glowing. This was the best news to get right before my match.
“Thank you for trusting me. I can’t believe this. It’s gonna bring me good luck, I just know it.” I smiled, hugging her again. A knock on the door pulled us back to the night at hand. “It’s open.” I yelled.
It was Cody. “You’re up, Pey.” He said as he walked in over to Brandi. “Hi, honey.” He whispered sweetly, giving her a kiss. I mock-gagged telling them to get a room before I left. It was time; My time.

A twenty minute long, extremely physical match later and I did it. By the skin of my teeth, I was able to get Shida in a roll up. For good measure, I used the bottom rope to my advantage, leveraging more pressure on the pin. Luckily, Rick Knox didn’t see it.
“Here is your winner, and new AEW Women’s Champion, The Dream Killer, Peyton Rhodes.” Justin bellowed into the microphone. The crowd was split between cheers and boos. Tony had met me at the stage.
“Peyton, any comment on the match?” He asked, obviously hinting at the rope thing. I smiled and shook my head.
“What Tony? You mean the match I just won? The one where I became champion? I think it went great.” I flashed him a toothy grin.
“But the rop-”
I cut him off. “Let me stop you right there, Schiavone. I don’t know what you’re talking about. I won that match, fair and square, with blood, sweat, and tears.” I growled into the mic, “Excuse me, I have a celebration to plan.” I stalked off down the heel tunnel. I only had about fifteen minutes before spot with Jon and Kenny.
Shit, I thought. I almost forgot about the conversation a couple of weeks ago. When Cody said he wanted me to turn on Jon, really solidify my heel turn, I didn’t think he’d want me to help take his title. Tony Khan wanted Kenny and I to play a ‘Power Couple’, basically take over the show.
I quickly changed out of my ring gear, back into my street clothes. The black skinny jeans were distressed and paired well with the grey tank top and tight leather vest I had pulled over it. My feet were clad in black combat boots.

I stood at the Gorilla monitors, watching Kenny’s match. I was still feeling high from winning my match and becoming AEW Women’s champion. I was waiting for my cue from Kenny to rush out. The last few weeks, Kenny had been dropping hints that he was turning heel. Tonight, I was sealing that turn and helping him win the AEW title.
Kenny had climbed to the top rope, looking like he was about to attempt a moonsault, but Jon rushed him. Kenny noticed and jumped to the outside of the ring. I gasped, worried he had landed wrong on his knee. Only relaxing once I saw him jump back up on the apron. Jon hit him with a forearm, knocking him off balance long enough for Jon to slide out of the ring and pull a foot out from under him.
Kenny went face first into the apron. Jon grabbed him, looking like he was going for the paradigm shift, but did a slightly awkward snapdragon into a speaker. Kenny laid there, defenseless. I grabbed my mic, and got ready to run out onto the stage. The ref was trying to keep Jon back, while the ringside medic checked on Kenny.
More referees came out to assess Kenny, and I could tell Jon was getting pissed. He stalked back over and tossed the extras out of the way, trying to get to Kenny. Jon rolled him back into the ring and began pounding on his head. Kenny brought his hands up to protect his head, shooting a signal that only I knew to look out for.
I rushed out the heel tunnel, mic in hand. “Jon, stop. Please, stop.” I begged as I got closer to the ropes. Jon paused, confused as to why I was out there. “He’s down, Mox, stop.”
He moved off of Kenny, walking over to me. “What the hell are you doing?” He asked, throwing his hands up. He turned his back to me, doing Kenny’s signature finger gun gesture. I reached over the top rope, grabbing at his shoulder. He turned angrily, causing me to jump back, strategically dropping the mic into the ring for Kenny. “Get out of here, Peyton!” Jon yelled at me before turning back to Kenny.
I had the referee distracted long enough for Kenny to grab the mic, and smack Jon in the head with it. He had busted Jon wide open, the blood staining his face. Kenny pulled down his knee pad, hitting a V Trigger one, two, three, four times. I was sure Jon was unconscious. Kenny pushed him into a corner, fatigue settling in. He used the turnbuckle as leverage to lift Jon up, preparing for a One Winged Angel. He slammed Jon into the mat with such force, that the entire ring shook. Kenny grabbed one leg, all but laying over Jon, pinning him.
“Here is your winner, and NEW AEW world heavyweight champion, Kenny Omega.” Justin Roberts announced, and the crowd booed. I slid into the ring, taking the title from the ref, giving it to Kenny. I went to raise his hand, instead Kenny pulled me close. One of his hands grabbed the back of my head, pulling me toward him. I froze as his lips met mine. Quickly, after recovering from the shock, I pulled away. Kenny kept me close as he raised the belt. My mind still blank from the kiss, he moved us towards the rope, carefully holding them open for me to step through.
Once we were backstage and out of sight, I turned to face him. “Care to explain what the fuck that was?!” I fumed. Kenny’s face went beet red. He swiped a hand down his face. I knew he was exhausted, but I needed answers.
“Look, I promise I will explain, but Callis has a chopper ready to get me the fuck outta here. Come with me.” He swore, gesturing to the back door. I nodded and let him lead me outside. As we neared the chopper, Alex Marvez stopped Kenny to ask what happened. Callis stepped out of the chopper, telling him that he, along with everyone else, can find out Tuesday on Impact.
They must have anticipated my joining them as I found my duffle, along with my title and phone on the floor of the chopper. The pilot flew us to an undisclosed location, which I soon found out was the landing pad at Kenny's hotel. Callis ran straight to his room, hunkering down from the fall out of tonight's show. Kenny opened the door to his room, gesturing for me to come in. I walked inside, getting comfortable on the couch.
I quickly pulled out my phone, letting Cody know I was with Kenny. He immediately responded stating they were about to send a search party. I huffed out a laugh and Kenny looked over at me.
"I guess I have some explaining to do huh?" He sighed, running his fingers through his blonde curls. I nodded sharply. "I want to apologize first. I shouldn't have kissed you, especially without your permission and I'm truly sorry." He amended, " second, I really wish our first kiss would have been under better circumstances." He smiled sweetly. This man always finding a way to melt my heart.
"I accept your apology, this time Omega." I teased. "What made you do it though?" I asked, unsure if I wanted the answer.
"You know, the adrenaline was coursing through my veins, and there you were looking like a damn angel. And I thought to myself, the only thing that would make this better would be to kiss you. Before I could stop myself, my lips were on yours." Kenny blushed, explaining himself.
The man looked like a damn dream. Still clad in just his wrestling tights, blonde hair a mess of curls, chest red from the hits he took. And to top it all off, his lips looked down right kissable. Only Kenny Omega could look this good after a grueling wrestling match. I thought, smiling to myself. And even though I was upset that our first kiss happened on Live TV with millions watching, I wanted nothing more than for it to happen again.
“Can we get a redo?” The words fell from my lips as a whisper. Kenny’s head snapped up to look at me. He took three big strides to the couch where I was sat, pulling me up to my feet. One of his hands, which I never noticed were so big until they were cupping my face, tilted my mouth up toward his.
Torturously slow, Kenny brought his lips to mine. My eyes fluttered shut as my hands came up to tangle my fingers in his curls. Impossibly, Kenny pulled me closer, causing a small gasp to leave me. He took the opportunity to slide his tongue against my own.
The kiss was sweet, passionate, and full of emotion. When we finally parted to breath, Kenny was the first to speak. “That was,” he stopped, trying to find the right word.
“Breath-taking.” I finished his sentence and he nodded in agreeance. “Ken,” I started. He cut me off by kissing me again. I quickly melted into the kiss. My hands began to roam his body, slipping under the tight T-shirt, feeling the taut muscles of his back.
I pulled away from his intoxicating kiss and pushed him back toward the couch. Once back in a seated position, I straddled him. “Fuck, Pey.” Kenny moaned as my lips attacked his neck. He pulled my face back so that our eyes met. His blue eyes were almost black with desire . “Can’t have you leaving any marks there, princess.” Kenny growled. I cocked a brow and ground my center down on him. Kenny immediately flipped us, so that he was hovering over me. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Princess.” Kenny had started to unzip my vest when we were interrupted by banging on the door.
Tags: @rach-supreme93
#kenny omega imagine#kenny omega smut#kenny omega#kenny omega fanfiction#kenny omega x OFC#aew imagine#aew fanfiction#cody rhodes#brandi rhodes#jon moxley#winter is coming#matt jackson#nick jackson#dustin rhodes#tony schiavone#mjf and wardlow#aew on tnt
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Do You Have Any Denim?- Orange Cassidy
Fandom: Wrestling, AEW
Pairing: Orange Cassidy/unnamed OFC
Warnings: None
Genre: Fluff
Words: 3,137
Summary: OFC is forced to be in a team with Orange Cassidy.
A/N: Hi, this is the first fanfic i post here, hope you like it!
Masterlist | Buy Me coffee
When she arrived to the venue that day everything was normal, she went to the board to see if she had a match on the card, she wasn’t positioned as high on the card as Britt or Riho but had earned a place on AEW.
Kenny was writing on the wall the last few matches, the ones that were taped for DARK.
“Is this a joke?”
She asked him after seeing her name on the board, he looked at her and smiled.
“It’s true, people seem to connect with you, we thought it was the right spot for you, just take the opportunity”
“Thank you, it’s not that, just the name besides mine, how do you expect me to work with him?”
“You’ll find a way”
She was left without any options, she had to team with Orange Cassidy, they were facing Penelope Ford and Kip Sabian, they were a cohesive unit, and them, well, she never crossed paths with him, never even talked to him.
She wanted to have a plan before going out so she went to search for him, she didn’t found him, she asked around and apparently he wasn’t there, even Chuck and Trent didn’t know where he was.
She was getting frustrated, all she could do was get her ring gear on, makeup and hair ready, and mentally prepare for the match. Hours passed and she was freaking out, they didn’t have anything planned, she never found Orange, it was all out of her hands.
It was time to go out, Penelope and Kip were already in the ring.
“Is he even here?”
She asked Kenny.
“He is, he always takes his time”
“My music is about to play, I swear I’m going…”
“Hey! About time”
Kenny said looking behind her, she turned to see him, in full gimmick, glasses on, hair slicked back, not a care to give.
He gave her a nod.
“Let’s do this baybee”
She could have sworn he winked behind the sunglasses, either way, her knees almost gave out after hearing him talk, it took her music to play for her to finally respond.
“Whatever”
She played it cool, gave him a cold look and went out, she received a good response from the crowd, but she wasn’t prepared to hear the pop of her partner, people were crazy to see Orange Cassidy and even if she felt jealous of his popularity, she was crazy for him too.
He went inside the ring and gave her a lazy fist bump, surprisingly he started the match with Kip, but soon she was tagged in, the match went well, they teamed up at the end, him hitting a springboard splash onto Kip on the outside, while she hit a swinging DDT on Penelope for the win.
He went inside the ring, slowly making his way to the center, the referee took their hands up in victory, she was still catching her breath, he talked to the ref and was given back his sunglasses, he put them on and walked towards her.
“Good job”
He said, then he took her hand and raised it, when her hand went down he didn’t let go of it, their eyes crossed for a second, ultimately he released her hand, he started walking to the ropes but then went back and looked at her again, taking his glasses off, he put them on her.
She tried no to look surprised by everything he did, but she was taken back by the little details.
He left her inside the ring and she watched as he went to take pictures with the fans, his music was playing as the tapings went to a close, Kenny, Cody and the Bucks went outside to have a moment with the public, she stayed for the segment, Orange did as well, he and Kenny shared a look and she was confused, but didn’t put much thought in it.
The rest of the week went as planned, well, except she couldn’t stop thinking about Orange, normally she didn’t look up her own matches but DARK aired and she had to see it to be sure it was all true and not a product of her imagination.
The next set of tapings arrived and she once again found herself looking at the board, this time Matt was writing.
“Hey, I was just about to write your name”
“I’m just in time then”
She said smiling.
“Yes”
Matt said, as he kept writing.
She realized what he had spelled, her name was beside Orange Cassidy's, again, only this time she was his valet, his, that was a strange word to phrased it.
“What? Again? Last time he almost didn’t show up”
She complained.
“That’s how he is, just relax and do your thing”
Matt said, trying to comfort her.
“I don’t know how to valet, not for him at least”
Matt stopped writing and turned around to see her.
“Oh come on, you guys have great chemistry, people loved to see you two together, Kenny thinks this will evolve into a regular pairing”
He explained.
“Regular? Oh God”
Her hands went to her face, she almost felt like fainting, he put a hand on her shoulder.
“Look, we tried to think what suits your character best and this seems to be the way, just run with it”
He said and then went back to writing on the wall.
All her bosses sounded the same, she took it to heart, she had to make this work, even if Cassidy, like this character, didn��t put much effort into their business relationship, and even if she could barely concentrate with him around, she still couldn’t believe she survived a match having him that close, probably watching her wrestle.
It was her curtain call, she knew he would be late, he appeared walking slowly towards her, hands in his pockets, hair wet and slicked back, he took out a hand and ran it through the strands of his hair.
“We meet again”
He said, a small smile plastered on his face, she nodded and looked away, trying to not look uncomfortable in her skinny jeans, heels and leather jacket combo, she preferred wrestling, being a valet made her feel like eye candy, and she didn’t feel like she fit that mold.
They waited for commercials to be over, it was almost their cue.
“Do you have any denim?”
She turned around surprised by his question.
“No, I don’t”
He rolled his eyes and then he took off his jacket, took out the sunglasses out of the pocket and he put them on.
“Take off your jacket”
Her eyebrows frowned.
“What?”
“Just do it”
She did as he said, too shocked but doing it anyway because they were next, she handed her jacket to one of the production people, Orange’s music started playing as he put his denim jacket over her shoulders.
“Much better”
He gave her a thumb up, and walked outside, she went a step behind, receiving the pop from the crowd first hand since she walked with him, she cheered him to a victory over Shawn Spears.
After the match, she went inside the ring to raise his hand, feeling shivers as their hands touched, he looked at her for a second too long, she felt the blushing on her face and then almost ran to the back, wanting to be as far away from him as she could, her feelings were clouding her judgment.
“It was in character” she told herself not wanting to raise her own expectations too high.
“Where is my bag?”
She said out loud in the locker-room, someone took her bag, she was thinking who could have done it, she was new but not new enough to be a prank.
“Dustin came for it earlier”
Leva Bates answered.
“Dustin?”
She was confused, she didn't have anything to do with him.
“Yes, Chuck Taylor”
“Thanks”
She ran and asked around for Dustin, someone saw him leaving for the parking lot, she ran and actually found him, Greg and Orange.
“Good, you're here”
Dustin said smiling, she was still catching her breath, her hands were forming fists.
“Why did you take my bag?”
Dustin looked at her, then at Orange and back at her, her arms crossed, there was a bit of panic between the Best Friends.
“You said she knew”
Dustin yelled at Orange.
“In my defense, she ran away before I could say anything”
Orange said.
“About what?”
She asked confused, Orange took a few steps forward, trying to appear more calmed, seeing she was upset.
“Ride with us to the hotel?”
“Oh”
Her arms got loose instead of crossed, she was taken back by his proposal, never thought she would be in that situation, one thing was being teammates in the ring, this was more personal.
“If you want to”
He added, seeing the gears turning in her head.
“Yeah we weren’t trying to ambush you or anything”
Greg said, trying to help their cause.
“I should have asked before, I’m sorry, but since we are teaming I thought we could spend some time together”
Orange said, his eyes soft, she couldn’t say no, she came to the realization that he was her weakness.
“You should have asked first, I was scared because my bags were not in the looker-room”
She was still a little upset.
“I’m sorry”
He said sincerely.
“Well, I guess I could go with you guys then, but never do that again”
She pointed at them with one finger, they nodded, not wanting to make the situation worse.
It was a nice trip, turns out they were lovely guys, she finally exchanged phone numbers with Orange, she didn't text him during the week but she found yourself thinking of doing it.
Another Wednesday arrived, she was excited to see him, only problem was, her bags ended up in the wrong flight.
“What do you mean in UK? I need them here tonight”
“I’m sorry ma’am, they will be here until tomorrow morning or we can send it to your home address, sorry for the inconvenience”
She wanted to scream, all her gear and street clothes were lost, for at least a day, she went to sit in the airport launch, when someone sat next to her.
“Hey, you ok?”
She recognized his voice, she waited the whole week to hear him, it wasn’t the best moment to greet him but she had no choice.
She breathed out, and looked at him.
“I need clothes, my bag won’t be here until tomorrow”
“Let’s go then”
He got up in a heartbeat, determined to help her, she was still on her sit, not much effort into getting up, Orange saw she had no intentions of moving so her took her hand and pulled her up, surprisingly easy.
He searched for the nearest mall and they went shopping, she told him what to look for, since he volunteered to help, stretch pants, sports bras, jeans, comfy clothes but wearable for tv. He disappeared for a few minutes but she wasn’t putting much attention to him, she wanted to get done with shopping and go to the venue.
“You need to buy this”
When she turned around, he was closer than she though, he didn’t have his sunglasses on, it was the first time she could really see his bright blue eyes, his black clothes making him look paler, his hair was dry so she could see how blond he really was.
Not much people were around, just the two of them, he wasn’t much taller than her, but it was a nice height difference, his eyes fixed on hers for a moment, she forced herself to look away, opting to see what he had brought.
A denim jacket, almost the same color as his ring attire.
“Really? Classic Orange right here”
She said laughing, he smiled at her.
“You know you can’t call me Orange all the time, right?”
She acted confused, they didn’t actually introduce themselves, so no names were established.
“Then, how should I call you?”
“Well, everyone calls me Jim”
Her eyebrows frowned.
“I’m not calling you Jim, I could call you Cassidy”
He shrugged his shoulders.
“I guess that’s better”
She ended up getting the jacket to match with him and a few other items to serve as her ring gear for the night.
People noticed they arrived together, they didn’t really care what people thought but they certainly noticed the looks. Dustin and Greg where already reading the board, she had to team with them both, against Sadie Gibbs and TH2.
Chuck and Trent went outside first, Orange came out but noticed she didn’t, he came back for her, taking her hand and forcing her to go, not giving her the option of going back, she was nervous, the new look wasn’t even her choice and she was conscious about it.
“Come on, you look great”
He laced their fingers together and she took a breath, not only was she wearing new clothes but she had to ignore how natural it felt holding hands with him. She wore black leggings and a white merch t-shirt, it was a win in Orange’s eyes, well, he was biased, his face was on her chest.
The Best Friends separated the ring ropes for her to come in, it was a nice detail, they had become somewhat closer thanks to Cassidy. Orange was up to his usual stunts hitting Evans and Angelico with a crossbody, the finish saw her hit a hurracarrana to Sadie on the outside as Best Friends hit strong zero on Evans.
Suddenly she became very conscious of what would happen, Orange stayed in the middle of the ring while Chuck and Trent took a corner, she did the same, the thing is, they barely had touched, only the few times he took her hand, but not much was required when they were teaming.
Under his sunglasses, in the corner of his eye, she could see him watching her coming closer, she almost squinted her eyes, Chuck and Trent hugged his sides but she had to hug him from the front, the closeness to his body was the death for her, his scent was intoxicating, she didn’t want to let go, Orange’s hand held her waist for a few seconds before Best Friends broke the hug, she bit her lip nervously, that went well.
“Are you coming with us?”
Dustin asked her after the match.
“I don’t know”
They wanted to go have dinner and have a few drinks, she didn’t like having much people around.
“Jim is going to be there”
His voice high pitched as he said it, she hit his arm.
“Don’t manipulate me like that”
“You’re coming, right?”
She heard Cassidy’s voice coming behind them, she closed her eyes and breathed.
“Yes”
She said defeated, Dustin smiled mocking her.
“I knew you couldn’t say no”
Dustin said with a big grin, she huffed.
After they had dinner she went outside, she was feeling a bit left out, with so many people in there it got hectic.
Soon she was followed.
“Why are you outside? Its freezing and you don’t have a coat, you’re going to get sick”
Orange said, his eyebrows frowning watching as her arms were crossed hugging herself trying to shield from the cold night.
“I know, but I don’t have much option, I wasn’t feeling well, I needed fresh air and I don’t have clothes for this weather because my bag is not here, and I bought a jean jacket because someone said it was cool”
She said complaining, he scratched the back of his head, feeling a little guilty, he then rolled his eyes knowing what he had to do, he took her hand.
“Come on”
They walked to the rental van, and he opened the trunk taking a thick coat out of his suitcase, he handed it to her and then closed everything, he turned around looking at her, she had put it on, the sleeves were a little too long but it fit well and she was no longer freezing to death.
She was looking at the stars, he looked at her for a moment, his back against the van.
“Can I be honest with you?”
She looked around to see him, he seemed a bit off, almost nervous.
“Sure”
She said nonchalant.
“I asked Kenny to make us a team”
Her eyes went wide, not expecting to hear him say that, he had his eyes on her, he was observing her reaction cautiously.
“Really? But why?”
She asked, not understanding where this was going.
“I didn’t know how to talk to you”
“Well, we have talked”
She said, stating the obvious.
He watched the ground for a bit, moving his feet nervously.
“I know, but you kind of leave me without words”
He said, looking at her with a beautiful smile on his face, a hopeful smile.
“Oh”
She said with realization, she felt the same every time she saw him.
He took a step forward, his face a few inches from hers.
“There is just one thing that I need to do”
He put his hand over her cheek, they stared at each other eyes for a second before closing the distance, and as if asking for permission, his lips brushed against hers lightly, until she pushed the back of his neck taking him closer to her, their lips meeting in the middle, it was a slow and passionate kiss, his facial hair rubbing her skin, a feeling that she would come to love.
When they separated, he stared at her, still breathless.
“So… they said we'll be a regular pairing”
He said smiling, she did the same.
“Do you want us to be a regular pairing? But like… outside of AEW?”
He asked as he took her hand in his, waiting for an answer.
“Cassidy, are you asking me out?”
She was almost sure he meant it, but wanted to be sure, and partly said it just to tease him.
“Yes, so… would you?”
He asked.
“I would love that”
She answered, joy almost pouring out of her voice.
He smiled, then his lips meet hers, one of his hands going her waist, the other went to her face as he tilted to the side to deepen the kiss, his tongue moving inside of her mouth, his breath hot against her skin, there was no cold, her hands went to the back of his neck, trying to memorize every move he made.
Their breathless lunges hurried them to separate and get some air, they didn’t say anything for a while, just held each other close, their hearts beating fast, they had all the night, all the time to figure things out.
Originally posted on March 10, 2020
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Best Two Out of Three, Part 2
Best Two Out of Three
Synopsis: Callie is in The Elite. Alex is in Best Friends. Callie is dating Adam. Adam is best friends with Alex. Callie hates Alex. And Alex is just trying to figure her shit out, already.
Part: 2/26
Parings: Kenny Omega x OFC and Adam Page x OFC
Warnings: Language, angst
Word Count: 1.7k
Find Part 1 here.
“You know Alex is pissed at you, right?”
Callie overheard Adam ask Kenny the question just as she stepped inside The Elite’s locker room at Daily’s Place. She bristled. For the last few weeks, it seemed like every other second Adam was talking about Alex. But rather than round the corner and announce her presence, Callie quietly waited and listened.
“I know, man, but what can I do?” Kenny returned. “Alex has lost a couple matches recently; Penelope hasn’t.”
“Come on, her last loss was bullshit,” Adam returned. “The ref did a fast count and you know it.”
Callie had heard enough. “You’re not still defending her, are you?” she shot as she rounded the corner.
Adam let out a sigh. “She’s my friend, Callie. And I think she was cheated out of the match with Kris tomorrow.”
Callie rolled her eyes as she walked over to her bag. Adam never hesitated to remind her that Alex was his friend. They’d known each other since they were teenagers; they’d started in the business together; blah, blah, blah. Furthermore, he swore that friends was all they were. But whenever Callie saw them together, she couldn’t help but feel like Alex wanted something more than friendship.
“Look, I can’t do anything about it,” Kenny said. “Alex’s last match is in the books as a loss, and Penelope overtook her in the rankings. So Penelope gets the match.”
“Dude, you’re an EVP. You can at least make it a triple-threat,” Adam pressed.
“You should be focusing on the Stampede match instead of worrying about Alex,” Callie interjected. Right on cue, a cameraman knocked on the door to tell The Elite they were ready for them.
Kenny let out a sigh. “Let’s go,” he said, and he stood and walked out of the locker room. Adam looked over at Callie. She pursed her lips and followed Kenny out without a word.
* * * * * * * * * *
Callie was exhausted. They’d been up all night filming the Stadium Stampede match, and now she was back at Daily’s Place for the pay-per-view proper. Adam had told her several times to go back to the hotel and get some sleep, but she’d been too stubborn to listen. If she was going to make it through Double or Nothing, she’d definitely need caffeine.
She headed to catering and made a beeline for the coffee. She fixed herself a cup; but as she stepped away from the cart, someone knocked right into her. Scalding hot coffee spilled out onto her bare arm and she let out a curse as she dropped the Styrofoam cup to the floor.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry!”
She bit down on her jaw when she heard that familiar voice. Alex.
“Did it get on your clothes?” Alex hurried to grab a fistful of napkins and mop up the mess. She held out a napkin for Callie. She snatched it from her.
“No, but I’m pretty sure it burned me.”
Alex’s face fell. “I’m so sorry,” she repeated. “I wasn’t paying attention. I was up late last night, which made me late to get here today, and—”
“Just watch where you’re going,” Callie cut her off. She didn’t have the patience to listen to her apology; she’d been up late, too.
Alex’s brow furrowed at her rudeness, but she let it go. “I’m surprised you’re here today. Adam told me you guys were up all night filming.”
Callie paused. When had Adam told her that? “Yeah, they didn’t finish until five-thirty in the morning. So if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go watch the show from the comfort of my locker room with my boyfriend.”
She said the last word on purpose as she left, making it crystal clear that Adam was hers. But if Alex was fazed by it, she didn’t let on. “Okay, then. Sorry again!” she called after her.
Callie rolled her eyes as she marched out of catering and back down the hallway, suddenly wide awake with anger. She’d barely set foot inside The Elite’s locker room when she proclaimed, “Alex just spilled burning hot fucking coffee on me.”
“What?” Adam and Kenny simultaneously asked. “What happened?” Kenny added.
“I was in catering getting coffee and she knocked into me and spilled it all over my arm.” She held out her arm as proof. “See? It’s red already!”
“It was an accident,” Adam gently returned as he inspected the burn. “The way you burst in here made it sound like she dumped it on you, or something.”
“Well, she might as well have,” she shot.
Adam bit down on his jaw. “Come on, let’s go run it under water.” He led her into the bathroom, everyone’s eyes following as they went. They stopped in front of the sink and he turned on the tap, testing the water and adjusting the temperature. And then he said, “You’ve gotta stop with all the Alex shit, Callie.”
Her eyes widened. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “I have to stop?” she gaped. “That’s rich.”
He sent her a look as he put her arm under the water. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“What do you think, Adam? Lately you’ve been acting like your friendship with her is more important than our relationship.”
He rolled his eyes. “Come on, that’s not true.”
“Well that’s how I feel!”
He bit down on his jaw again. “And I feel like I can’t even look at Alex without having to reassure you that nothing’s going on between us.”
They held each other’s gaze; and then she abruptly pulled her arm away from him. “I’m going to the trainer,” she said. “This needs burn cream, or something.” And just like that she left.
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Later that night, Callie sat in The Elite’s locker room with Matt and Nick watching The Buy In pre-show match between Best Friends and Private Party. Adam and Kenny weren’t with them; they were watching the match at Gorilla. The winners would face them for the AEW World Tag Team Championship at Fyter Fest, and so they had a particular interest in it. But while Matt and Nick were engrossed with the action inside the ring, Callie couldn’t take her eyes off Alex. And the longer she watched, the more upset she became.
If there was anything Alex lacked, it certainly wasn’t confidence. The camera absolutely loved her, and her facial expressions and comments were comedic gold as she enthusiastically cheered on Chuck and Trent. Even though Callie didn’t want to admit it, she understood why Alex was so popular backstage. She just wished she wasn’t so popular with her boyfriend.
Suddenly, Chuck and Trent hit “Strong Zero” on Marq Quen for the win. Alex let out an excited yell.
“Best Friends versus Adam and Kenny for the tag titles at Fyter Fest,” Matt noted. “That’ll be a good match.”
But Callie didn’t hear him. Her legs seemed to move of their own accord as they carried her out of the locker room and down the hall toward Gorilla. “Callie?” Adam asked in surprise and confusion as she passed them, but she ignored him as she marched through the curtain and down to the ring. She ordered Dasha out of her chair. The next thing she knew, she picked the chair up and swung at Alex, laying her out on the ringside mats.
The ring bell clanged loudly in her ears as she stood over Alex’s prone form. “What the fuck?!” Trent exclaimed as he and Chuck both jumped out of the ring; but Callie didn’t respond. Kenny appeared and shoved her out of the way as he crouched down next to Alex.
“Get her out of here!” he ordered.
Before Callie could even open her mouth, someone grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder. Adam. He carried her back up the ramp and through Gorilla. He didn’t put her down until they were back inside their locker room. “What the hell was that?” he demanded. “What were you thinking?”
Callie stole a glance at the monitor. Trent was heatedly arguing with Kenny as Chuck helped Alex to sit up. “I had nothing to do with this!” Kenny proclaimed, and he whirled around and marched back up the ramp.
“Callie!” Adam shouted.
She looked back at him. “I’m sick and tired of her bullshit, Adam! She has everyone wrapped around her finger, you included!”
Adam’s eyes bulged and his mouth dropped. He ran a hand over his face, stunned. “I can’t fucking believe this.”
Kenny suddenly burst into the locker room and made a beeline for Callie. “What the fuck was that?”
She glared back at him. “Why are you so upset? Alex has been giving you shit for weeks just for doing your job! Someone needed to put her in check!”
“No, don’t make this about me,” he returned. “This is about you, Callie. You’re jealous of Alex; just fucking admit it. What you just did was completely out of line.”
Callie’s jaw dropped. She looked to Adam, hoping he would say something in her defense; anything. But he couldn’t even look her in the eye, he was so angry. She felt herself start to shake with the adrenaline still pumping through her body. If Kenny wanted to make this personal, then she had no problem making it personal. “Well while we’re all sharing our feelings, then, why don’t you just fucking admit your feelings for Alex?”
The room was thrown into silence as Kenny stared back at her. “Really?” he eventually asked, incredulous.
“Well, she’s not wrong,” Nick said under his breath. Matt smacked him on the back of the head.
“Alright, I’m done with this,” Kenny muttered. He turned and walked toward the door.
“Where are you going?” Callie asked.
“Away from you,” he returned, and he disappeared out the door.
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Ok! Great news! Cause I finally have a backstory of jiang-xinfei which is gonna turn into wei-xinfei!
At first I thought being the daughter of wangxian or being the soul inside Stygian seal/yin iron that instead of a normal immortal that doesn't include in politics a-fei was different she turned into an immortal at the age of 18-22 and made the yin iron to sleep in/live in and that because the Yin iron was a powerful spiritual tool that xue chonghai fed resentful energy and xinfei couldn't resist it cause after all she was sealed there and put into sleep and when Stygian seal was created and destroyed although she has still his memories and all her original body turned into 10 yr old child and once the Stygian seal was purified she was able to get out and welp adopted by wangxian in the process.
But I got a better and well angstier ver! And I'm making it! 😃
So me like irl me died by accidentally falling into a pit as to why I'm there? Well I was lost on camping and that wasn't supposed to happen and "god" (heavenly officials) gave me a choice to be reincarnated as wwx older sister! And ofc I said yes cause I'm Overly obsessed by wwx story especially him and I love him(non-romantic) sooo I said yes(yes it is tgcf x mdzs au maybe even svsss idk) and since it a mistake death they gave me a chance to choose one of my belongings to become my spiritual tool and well obviously I chose the phone(in another world with my smartphone ref:)
And this is where it starts
And the process of reincarnation happens the rebirth of "insert name" and the birth of the first born child of the Weis wei-yue courtesy name xinfei and since I'm planning to at least lessen wwx burdens or entirely changing the past the moment wwx was born I spoiled and coddled him like no tmr all I did was for him and well he needed it cause in this world wwx was vulnerable towards resentment because resentment gathers towards him more than spiritual and since were a sanren blood also known as the disciples of balance it literally means everything needs to be balanced we can filter resentment to spiritual, or if were in a place theres no resentment we can filter spiritual to resentment, once the energy is slightly tilted off your life is in danger but not to much to death but slowly and wwx was overflowing of resentment and attracted resentment rather than both so he was always in bed or whenever we travelled he has to stay back or always near cangse, not allowed to walk, play around, and etc. Or he'll pass out
And when wwx was 3 and bedridden and we needed to meet the jiangs(I was 6) wwx stayed behind with only weichangze greeting and leaving right after
Before he left He was about to say that he needed to take care of wwx but I intervene and told jfm that wei-xinfei my younger sister needed father to take care of her since she was very week and was sick,I sent weichangze a wink letting him know I was kidding around(which I was in fact not) and he wanted to reprimand me but I shooed him away and cangse saw the wink and went along
So I introduced myself playfully as wei-ying courtesy wuxian 3 yrs old and a boy and since me and wwx was a splitting image with eachother like twins although I'm 3 yrs older and the same height as wwx and no i am not short wwx is just incredibly tall for his age(I'm sure in the future although I'm shorter than him I'm taller than an average girl) and not to mention I act like him only a bit calm and reserve sometimes but nonetheless I'm a splitting image of him (not that I was acting ofc it's just the fact that I'm reincarnated in the world I love and the mere fact I can lift wwx my favorite character/person his burdens up excited me to the point my hidden personality of causing mischief, pranks,curiosity, cheerful, funny, kind, caring, and self-awareness hidden by that bored lazy doesn't give 2 shits about the world persona that I built up washed away) so yes I'm a splitting image of wwx and also I kinda dressed like a boy especially like wwx does in the future like wearing black and red or anything that is black
(So jfm didn't notice anything when he came to pick wwx up later)
Anyways after all of that it was well known in the world that the youngest child of the Wei family I, Wei-xinfei is a fragile, easily sick, weak at cultivation, in near death kid. Not the genius, powerful core that is even as strong as changze(who although is weak compared to everyone but was still not strong compared to normal cultivators)who accidentally made a spiritual tool like yu ziyuans famous first class spiritual tool zidian by accident 😀in the cultivation world
Wei changze thought it was a bad idea that xinfei was known as weak and etc. But I said I like working in the shadows rather than up front and besides they'll know eventually anyways. So they left it at that and by the age of 8 weichangze and cangse sanren died
But we never went into the streets my plan was to bring us to our grandmasters mountain to train there but me and wwx always ends up late everytime we went there since the entrance of baoshan sanren was at random times it was almost impossible to know where it will open up if not for my phone so since we were always late and since I made/saved upmoney before our parents died with the help of my beautifully crafted toys and accessories we were able to meet ends meet for a year but that it our savings was dried so I made accessories that gives a lot of money and toys to sell to the shops loads of them at the same time thought wwx about balance and selfishness derailed him with it including some selfesness but always reminded him to put himself first before everyone else.
At the 3rd yr (wwx 8 Wei xinfei 11)And the entrance to the spirit mountain was opened at burial Mounds since we we were technically not harmed by resentment we can and also pay respects to our family we can go in with this no problem.
Unfortunately we were too late...
So we came back at the foot of the mountain sold a bunch of the accessories , charms, and toys and stayed for 3 days we sent off our journey we were at the outskirts of yiling when wwx was hit with a concerning fever
And we stopped by a near river to rest and attend to wwx . I left him behind a tree because he can't play in the water when his sick when a dog came and wwx was scared with dogs so he ran away from there with a fever and stopped and he was lost in yilling his head panging he stopped at an alleyway with no dogs and laid down.
While in xinfeis pov she searched for him frantically using whatever she could find with the family navigator it was a fire that glows in ur sub conscious mind to navigate ur blooded family or ur adopted ones although it has its downside if ur balanced just right yin and yang energys u can pinpoint exactly where they are or are they alive while if ur not and ur not balanced and filled with resentment yes u can be assured that the other person is alive the problem is ur sense of direction is clouded because after all resentment is everywhere it can pinpoint a general direction but it was troublesome if ur in a place filled with nothing but resentment while having more spiritual in ur body and not balanced with resentment u can only know there alive nothing is else nothing more there personification is gone in the world to put it simply there spirits and cannot be found though you'll know there very very much alive but that it.
And well yilling is so full of resentment especially with burial Mounds the direction was clouded and the more time went bye I could feel the lost of direction slowly out of earth. Meaning wwx was unconsciously filtering resentment to spiritual energy and his presence was slowly fading in xinfeis mind only seeing the flame brighten more and more. And looked and looked for him but he was never found. Something was getting in between them so they could never meet someone who-no it doesn't want them to meet and it's working it was always there even before like a reminder of what will happen and I just ignored it thinking it was nothing until our parents died it slowly shifted into a warning saying he couldn't stop what will happen and that it was hopeless but he still ignored it now... Now that small warning turned into a threat a threat saying that everything that had happened before will happen again but 100+ worse to both of them. She couldn't ignore it anymore but she couldn't stop it from growing too because she was too weak she can't handle this, this is a new dangerous being that once it's ready it will hunt both of them down growing and waiting in the shadows wanting to use there life, and suffering for amusement. And she hates it. She hates feeling useless but she can't help it.
And since then 3 yrs had passed since xinfei was now 14 and he still couldn't find her little brother she gave up everything about going to their grandmaster learned cultivation herself both resentment and spiritual and kept looking for him she already went to yunmeng but he wasn't there gusu, nie, lan, Jin anywhere he wasn't there or more specifically the thing his wwx his yingying from her... The only thing that she's still grabbing the hope too is the flame that was stronger than ever but thats it.
At the fourth year she came back to yilling just one chance and goes to the alleyway wwx was going to be picked up by yunmeng but... He wasn't there... Nothing was there... No life that indicated someone was living there... She... She changed the past... Again... And she didn't have any control of it... And it scared her... That somehow her existence here made everything worse... That somehow she was at fault... And that broke her she cried and cried in that alleyway didn't acre what the people looks sent to her. She just cried and cried.. .
And then a hand reached out to her.
It was the one and only legendary baoshan sanren the mother of her mom, her other family that is alive and well aside a-ying, her grand master, there grandmother...
Lol I might make another one but I'm really sleepy and shit I'll just finish this later as a head canon style or prompt style idc anyways bye!
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Chapter 2
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Harry X OFC (AU)
In which Melody is reacquainted with an old classmate named Harry, and must keep afloat in the violent, criminal lifestyle of an underground boxer.
Read previous parts here.
Author’s note: Hello, my loves! I know my writing has been slow-rolling for a while now, and it probably will remain that way while I’m in school, so my apologies. I’m still really excited about this story, though, and I hope y’all are too!! As per usual, all feedback is sincerely appreciated. Enjoy! Xx
The entire energy of the arena shifted as Harry was announced. Cheers erupted from the crowd, but he seemed unaffected from his new position, leaned up against a corner of the ring.
“Our second fighter,” the announcer continued, squinting in the direction of the hallway that Melody had just come from. He seemed to find what he was looking for. “Mr. Reed Giddens.”
A man entered the room, taller and larger than Harry, but younger. Melody felt a wave of dread wash over her as he stalked toward the ring. The rumbling crowd parted around the newcomer until he slipped between the ropes and was at Harry’s level. He rolled his naked shoulders and eyed his competition. Harry, however, barely seemed to take notice of the arrival.
Melody began forcing her way through the throngs of people once again, while the two fighters took to opposite corners of the ring. Beer sloshed over the toes of her sneakers as drunk onlookers spilled. Her ears roared with their incessant chatter.
By the time Melody reached her seat again, Cooper was up on his feet, and Harry and Reed were stretching their hands inside of respective pairs of boxing gloves. Harry's—a faded blue and worn to the stitches in some places—were being tied snuggly around his wrists.
“Did you find it all right?” Cooper asked, a bit excitedly. His eyes barely skirted over to Melody’s face. They flicked back and forth between the inhabitants of the ring.
“Yeah, I did.”
“I bet on Giddens.”
“You what?” Melody peeled her gaze from the ring and looked sideways at Cooper.
“Yeah,” he replied, staring intently at the man his money was placed on. “They do bets for all of the fights. Styles has only lost twice or so, but I figured his latest streak has lasted for too long, so I bet on Giddens.”
Melody’s eyebrows drew together as she looked back down to the center of the room. Harry and Reed were now on their feet. The difference in stature was evident, even from the angle at which Melody observed them. Reed had to have at least a full head on Harry.
The announcer slipped out of the ring and then a woman took his place—the same woman from outside who collected the money. She held up a cardboard sign, scribbled in black marker with “Round 1”. Then she was back on the ground and a bell rang out, prompting a flurry of excited shouts from the crowd.
“Isn’t there supposed to be a referee or something in the ring?” Melody asked anxiously. Cooper nodded distractedly as the first punch was thrown. As Reed ducked out of the way, Harry’s fist went wide.
“Yeah, in pro,” Cooper agreed. He shouted as Reed delivered a hard hit to Harry’s cheek. Melody gasped as the punch sent him stumbling backwards. “At these matches the ref just stands off to the side. Stays out of the way.”
“Why?”
“For his own safety, first of all.”
Melody could feel her eyes widen as the fight picked up. Harry slammed into Reed’s abdomen twice and was rewarded with a sharp cut to his jaw.
“These matches can get really bad sometimes. It’s best for the ref to keep a bit of a distance. He usually just calls the ends of rounds and announces the winner. Has to get in and break it up every once in a while, though.”
“Jesus.” Melody found herself anxiously wringing her hands together, so she shoved them into the pocket of her hoodie. All around her, she could hear shouts of encouragement for whichever opponent bets were on. The lights overhead blared down on the crowd, and Melody could only imagine how searingly hot it had to be for the boxers.
Melody gasped and her fingers grasped at the material of her hoodie. Harry received hits to his right cheek, his left cheek, and then a cut to his chin, which sent him sprawling across the floor of the ring. The crowd roared, including Cooper, and the bell rang out to signal the end of the first round.
“This is horrible,” Melody muttered, although she didn’t mean to voice her thought aloud. Cooper glanced at her with a frown and shook his head.
“It’s not so bad. These guys know what they’re getting into. And they get a big paycheck at the end of the night, too. I’ve thought about doing it, myself.”
Melody scoffed with disgust so potent that it made Cooper snap his lips shut. Down in the ring, Harry and Reed had retreated to their respective corners. Their teams were attending to wounds—wiping away blood and taping bothersome cuts. Melody could only see the back of Reed’s head from where she stood, but she had a clear view of Harry’s face, and he didn’t so much as wince when pressure was applied to a swelling split in his lip.
“How many rounds are there?” Melody asked. The woman climbed back into the ring to wave around another cardboard sign. The bell rang again just as she slipped out onto the ground.
“There are three,” Cooper answered. Harry and Reed began to circle around each other, hopping from foot to foot and shaking out their stiffening limbs. “There are three because they like to move the matches along. Get out of here as quick as possible. But they rarely ever make it to the third round. Most of Styles’s matches end with a knockout in the second.”
“Oh my God!” Melody nearly shrieked as Harry’s glove slammed into Reed’s temple and sent him toppling over.
“Fuck,” Cooper mumbled. He ran a hand over the top of his head and sighed. “Get the fuck up.”
Cooper’s plea was answered. Reed, spitting blood from his mouth, pushed himself up on his elbows. This time, Melody really did shriek.
“Motherfucker,” Cooper grumbled when Harry pounded Reed’s cheek into the floor of the ring.
“Is that legal?” Melody asked in disbelief. The crowd roared and Reed remained still, and then the bell rang out.
“Nothing here is legal.”
“Our reigning champion, Mr. Harry Styles!”
Even as the announcer’s voice echoed throughout the room, Harry was sliding between the ropes and pulling the tape from the gloves on his hands. People cleared a path for him to make his way to the back of the building. Melody watched as he spit a mouthful of blood onto the concrete just before he disappeared into the back hall.
“Let’s get out of here.” Cooper sounded dejected as he began moving through the boisterous crowd. He held a hand out behind him, but Melody pretended not to see his outstretched fingers as she followed.
Cooper had let his hand fall back to his side by the time that he and Melody had made it out into the open air. Melody felt a cool breeze drift over her face and realized just how hot it had been inside. She pulled the hood of her sweatshirt up to cover her exposed ears.
People were flocking down the street to what appeared to be a rundown bar.
“So, did you want—”
“I have to get home,” Melody interrupted. Her cheeks were red with warmth despite the dropping temperature.
“Oh.” Cooper nodded, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Okay. Did you want to maybe go out again sometime?”
Melody licked her lips and struggled to meet his gaze. In the end, she settled for looking off down the street.
“I have midterms and a lot of essays coming up so I’m not sure when I’ll have free time,” she explained. She hated that she couldn’t be upfront about her feelings, that she would just have to continue her avoidant tendencies instead of ending everything here, but it was impossible for her to openly reject Cooper right here. The thought of it sent her skin crawling.
It was then that Melody saw motion down the road. It was quick—a dart of a movement as someone slipped from the warehouse, beneath the streetlight, and into the grungy bar on the other side of the alley. All she saw was the flash of a gray sweatshirt and maybe the distant, purpling beginnings of a black eye. Her heart leapt with excitement.
“Okay, well I can text you,” Cooper concluded. He took a hesitant step toward her, but Melody was already skirting around him in the direction of the bar.
“Okay, see you around,” she replied, without turning back around to face him. She wasn’t sure whether or not he was looking after her as she scurried down the dark, empty street.
The front window of the bar was smudged with dirty hand prints, but lit up in neon blues and greens. Peeling decals labeled the place as Brute’s. Between the worn letters, Melody could see a lot of moving bodies. There was a muffled buzz of music. She took a deep breath before pushing through the front door.
The inside of the bar seemed to be even more chaotic than the warehouse had been, only minutes ago. No one noticed her as she entered. She was almost plowed over by a drunk women, almost a foot taller than her.
Melody, stumbling backward into the edge of a booth, took a curious glance around. There was a small dancefloor at the far end of the room, packed with people, but the person she was looking for wasn’t there. It took another few minutes of wandering eyes and weaving through crowds before she found him.
Harry sat at the bar, hood pulled up over his head and face turned down toward the bartop. No one seemed to recognize him, and those who did kept their distance. Melody herself didn’t realize it was him until she caught sight of his hand, wrapped around a glass of what appeared to be whiskey. His knuckles were speckled with healing scabs and adorned with marks from where they had been wrapped during the fight.
“Can I get a mojito?” Melody asked as she slid onto the chair beside Harry. The bartender gave her an amused look and turned around to make her drink. She heard a breathy laugh from Harry’s direction.
“Why is that funny?” she asked, glancing sideways at him.
Harry tilted his head and took a long gulp of whiskey before setting his glass back down. He twisted it around between his fingers.
“Reckon they don’ get many orders like that here.”
“Oh.” Melody glanced down at her drink when the bartender placed it in front of her. It did look slightly questionable, but she took a sip anyway. “You might be right,” she agreed through a grimace.
Harry didn’t reply, just slumped further over the counter.
“Harry, right?” Melody asked, pushing her drink away from her. She felt nervous, but if she didn’t say something now, she probably never would.
“’M not in the mood tonight, all righ’?” he denied gruffly. Melody frowned.
“I just wanted to say that you fought really well—”
“Yeah, ’s m'job,” Harry interrupted, giving her a brief, irritated glance. Melody gasped as she caught sight of his swollen eye, before his face was hidden by the hood of his sweatshirt once more. “Are yeh done, now?”
“No,” Melody refused. She was beginning to get annoyed now, and she could feel it seeping into her voice. “We’ve met before and I just thought I might say hi.”
Harry turned his head then, good eye trailing over her face. He brought a hand up to scratch at the messy stubble painting his chin.
“Don’ recognize yeh. Sorry.”
“Probably because I don’t look like I did in middle school,” Melody explained. She found herself smiling ever-so-slightly as he furrowed his eyebrows. “You don’t look the same, either.”
Harry twisted in his seat so that he was facing her, but his face didn’t appear so friendly.
“Who are yeh?” he implored, and his breath smelt heavily of the contents of his glass.
“Melody Rhoden,” she replied. “We were at Littlewood—”
“Christ,” Harry breathed out, turning back toward the bar and downing the rest of his glass. He patted the bartop to ask for another drink.
“So, you remember me, then?” Melody asked, frowning at his unenthusiastic reaction.
“I’d say I remember yeh, yes.” Harry took a large swallow of whiskey as soon as more was poured for him.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Melody couldn’t help the defensiveness that leaked into her voice.
“Hope your minty shit was worth it,” Harry said, nodding toward her full mojito. He sighed as he stood, pulling a few wadded up bills from his pocket and tossing them onto the bar beside his half-empty drink.
“You’re not gonna tell me what you—”
“You’re the reason I got into boxing, love,” he informed her. Melody shook her head in confusion. “Cheers.” And then he was weaving through the crowd, leaving her stunned.
“That doesn’t make any sense,” Melody found herself mumbling under her breath.
“Peppy guy, isn’t he?”
The bartender stood on the other side of the bar, shoving Harry’s cash into her pocket. She looked up at Melody expectantly.
“Confusing, really,” Melody muttered. She reached into her pocket to pay for her unfinished drink.
“I might suggest something a little less, you know, frilly next time? Like, maybe a beer?”
Melody scoffed as the bartender pranced off with her money and “frilly” drink. She hopped down from her stool and slipped through partiers until she was back outside. The deserted alley was nearly silent, and the temperature was still continuing to drop. With a final glance inside the bar and a laugh of disbelief at how the night turned out, Melody began the trek back toward her flat, away from the wrong side of town.
Chapter 3
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Queen - Shinsuke Nakamura x OFC
Disclaimer: I do not own the WWE, or any of it's properties. I do not own any real people, places or things mentioned. All trademarks and copyrights belong to their respective owners. The following events are fictitious and even real events and people are being used in a fictitious manner.
Author's Note: This really didn't translate the way I wanted it to, but whatever.
"You don't know the power of love!"
"Unbelievable," I muttered, irritated by Maria Kanellis's words.
Her husband, Mike, was currently in the middle of a match with Shinsuke Nakamura, who had just been about to deliver a devastating Kinshasa, which likely would've knocked Mike's head clean off his body. Fortunately for Mike, his wife had jumped in the ring and blocked Shinsuke's path, causing the King of Strong Style to stop midstrike.
It was a smart move on Maria's part. She bought her husband some time, and as long as she didn't touch Shinsuke, she wouldn't get Mike disqualified. Plus, Shinsuke would never hit a woman.
I sure as hell would, and she wasn't counting on that.
I left the monitor in the back and stormed to gorilla, not even bothering to wait for my music. I walked out to only the confused cheers of the crowd. I was sure that they had a pretty good idea of what I was going to do, but why was a whole other story.
Shin and I weren't very open about our relationship. Shin tended to be fairly private about the personal details of his life. Sure he had no problem sharing pictures from some of his adventures, appearances and when he was surfing, but he left his family and friends out of it. It hadn't bothered me none. Our relationship wasn't really anyone's business, and I liked not having to worry about people constantly talking about us.
At the same time, we were both WWE Superstars, and we knew that there was going to be a day, where everyone found out, and neither of us thought it was really an issue. I was already in the limelight. I already dealt with the attention on a regular basis, so having to deal with a little more of it didn't faze me. People would as a bunch of questions for a couple weeks that we could easily dodge and redirect and then be over it. Once the hype train passed we could go back to normal.
Maria thought that the cheers were for her declarations of love for her husband, commending the crowd on being able to appreciate the beauty of their relationship.
Shin saw me marching down the ramp and grinned.
I hopped up on the apron, Maria in front of me, a still dazed Mike in the corner.
Shinsuke pointed at me over Maria's shoulder, causing her to turn around and face me. "Love this, bitch!" I said, hitting her with a hard elbow. She fell to the mat. I grabbed her by her ankles and pulled her out of the ring. She landed on the floor with a hard thud.
I glared down at her, before returning my attention to the men in the ring.
Mike had pulled himself to his feet, worriedly glancing at Maria, who was groaning in pain. He didn't have time to worry about her, because he still had Shin to contend with. Mike threw a punch at Shin. It was a sad effort really. He wasn't all there sure, but his wide swing left him wide open to the strikes Shinsuke hit him with. Mike fell to the mat.
Maria stumbled to her feet, seeming to realize the danger her husband was in, but before she could break for the ring, I swung my leg around, hitting her in the throat. I dropped into a split, my calf landing on her throat as she hit the ground.
"A demi-lune to Maria!" Saxton called from the announce table.
Shin ran at Mike, knee connecting.
"KINSHASA!" Graves yelled.
Shinsuke covered him, getting the three count.
The ref raised Shinsuke's arm, his music blaring from the arena's pa system.
Graves, Phillips and Saxton were questioning my motives for interfering.
I slid into the ring, grinning at the winner, who popped out his mouth guard, flung it somewhere on the mat behind him and grinned back. No words were exchanged between us. He extended a hand to me, which I took. He pulled me close, so that we were chest to chest. The music dipped, slowly rising back to the high that always got the crowd singing along.
"Thank you," he said, finally breaking our silence.
I chuckled of course that's all he had to say. "You're welcome."
I felt him tense up, the hand holding mine gripping tighter, his arm going rigid. His music swelled, and using him for support, I fell back copying his signature rope drop.
The crowd went absolutely crazy.
Shin pulled me back up, and I pecked him on the lips, before letting go and heading for the ropes. Shin bowed to the crowd, before walking up the ramp with me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and pressing a kiss to my forehead.
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Falling For the Perfect 10, Chapter 4
Chapter 1 can be found here: http://xfirespritex.tumblr.com/post/158091354468/falling-for-the-perfect-10-chapter-1
Chapter 2 can be found here: http://xfirespritex.tumblr.com/post/158131017523/falling-for-the-perfect-10-chapter-2
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Story Summary: Told from the point of view of an original female character we follow the ups and downs of dating, and falling in love with, Tye Dillinger. Pairing: Tye Dillinger X OFC Chapter Summary:Shanna makes her in ring debut and Tye is protective. Note: No warnings for this chapter. Sexual tension, innuendo and other such things can be found but at this time, this chapter could be considered safe for work.
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Chapter 4: A Debut and Desperation
It was a week later and we were filming for my NXT on screen debut. We filmed a couple NXT tapings at a time so while I wouldn’t be in the ring this week, I’d be in a backstage segment with Tye that would go on as an exclusive on the WWE network following NXT. Then we’d all change for the next round of tapings.
Earlier I had watched the interview begin with Tye talking about how he wasn’t joining SAnitY and saw the attack that took place during the interview, Jose and Roderick making the save. The main event was set for later, Tye, Jose and Roderick v. SAnitY. I kissed Tye’s cheek before he went out for the match and he winked down at me. “Soon the world will know about us,” he said. “You ready for that?”
I shrugged. “As long as you’re all mine, I don’t care if everyone knows.”
He smirked and stole a quick kiss. “Just yours,” he promised.
I smiled and watched Tye’s entrance, loving how the fans reacted to him. I know it gave Tye an adrenaline rush. Jose’s entrance was next and it was, as always fun. Roderick Strong went out next and the crowd cheered for him too and I smiled, seeing the three guys prep in their corner for their opponents.
SAnitY’s music hit and I watched the entrance from my place backstage, Liv standing beside me as we watched. The guys held their own, doing a good job of tagging in and out. However, when Killian Dain tagged in I winced, seeing him go directly for Tye, hitting him hard. The match continued and when it looked like Roderick might get the pin on Young things broke down. Wolfe broke up the pin and Jose took him to the outside. Roderick hit the ropes to go after Eric Young again but was tripped up by Killian Dain. Tye slid in while the ref focused on Dain and hit the Tyebreaker on Eric Young but then I saw it happen. Nikki climbed to the top rope and launched onto Tye, delivering a hurricarana over the top rope and knocking Tye over. She was back on the apron quickly, drawing the ref’s attention and Dain hit Roderick with a cross body, knocking the wind from Roderick. Eric Young picked up the win. SAnitY left the ring area and that was my cue to meet Tye and the guys once backstage.
My concern for Tye and the guys was genuine and as Hunter had always said, genuine emotions make it easy to put it on screen. As the trio came back stage the cameras got on them as they checked each other, Roderick holding his ribs from the hit and Tye and Jose nursing other bumps. Tye looked at me and gave me a look, telling me it was time. I walked into the shot and wrapped my arms carefully around him, taking some of his weight.
“You guys okay?” I asked, my eyes on Tye for a moment before looking at Jose and Roderick. I reached a hand out to Roderick, carefully placing my hand on his shoulder. “Roddy?” I asked.
He nodded slowly, carefully and took a deep breath. Jose waved me off and I turned to Tye, as we’d planned. “Tye?” I asked, my right hand sliding up to go around the back of his neck, getting him to focus on me.
“I told you I should’ve been out there,” I said, letting a little annoyance lace my voice.
Tye sighed. “And I told you, I don’t want you out there. Young is insane, who knows what could happen to you?”
“And looked what happened to you guys cause I wasn’t out there to stop Nikki,” I replied.
Tye sighed. “I’m not going to make you a target for them,” he replied. I clenched my jaw.
“Fine, I’ll make Nikki a target,” I said. Tye sighed, implying we’d had this conversation hundreds of times before taking my cheek in his hands and pulling me close to him, our foreheads touching.
“You’re not gonna stop, are you?” He asked, the camera close-up on us now, catching his words.
“Not until they do,” I responded, Tye let out a breath and gently kissed my lips, so light it barely counted as an actual kiss. It reminded me of the almost kiss from outside the dance club, the night we first started seeing each other.
The cameras clicked off and Hunter clapped from off screen, the taping complete. “Great job,” he said, coming over to us. He shook the guys’ hands.
“Really, the three of you put on a hell of a match,” he said, smiling proudly.
The guys nodded their thanks to him, Tye’s arm still around my shoulders.
“And you,” Hunter said, smiling at me. I felt myself beam back up, I couldn’t help it. “You look, to all the world, the pissed-off-no-longer-secret girlfriend of Tye Dillinger. That was perfect.”
I laughed lightly. “Like you said, real emotions are easy on screen.” Hunter laughed and pulled me into a hug, stealing me out of Tye’s arms momentarily before placing me right back in front of Tye, whose hand went around my waist.
“You guys know the drill, next round. Shower, change. Shanna, I need you to run to hair and makeup and your hair done for a match. You are going to challenge Nikki for a match over what she did to the guys.”
I nodded and turned to Tye, giving him a quick kiss before running off to change and get my hair redone.
After I was ready for my match Hunter played the replay package they were cutting together from what would be aired as last week. It showed the interview, the attack, the save and the match. It also included me and Tye talking, me promising that I wouldn’t stop until SAnitY did.
“This will air next week. The guys are filming a cut scene now where Andrea is interviewing Roderick and Jose about their involvement. That will follow the replay package. Then we’ll cut to a clip of you, calling out Nikki in the ring for your match.”
I nodded. “She’s on board?” I asked.
Hunter nodded and then motioned over my shoulder. I turned and saw Nikki standing there. Gimmicks and teams on screen aside she was a pretty cool girl, one of the few who had been wrestling a long time and one I knew I could go have a great match with, no planning required. We clicked. Hunter waved her over and she came to stand beside me, dressed in her gear but her demeanor was drastically calm compared to her crazy character.
“You girls, go out there and do this match right. Two things need to happen out there for this storyline to continue. First, Nikki you go out solo, but the rest of your crew does make an appearance. They don’t interfere in the match and you girls, I want you to decide who goes over tonight. The only thing that has to happen is after the match SAnitY corners Shanna. That’ll draw out Tye, Roderick and Jose. SAnitY is gonna get beaten back out of there. You girls, do the match your way. Just do the before and after the match my way. Got it?”
I looked and Nikki and she was doing her best not to smile hugely. Hunter trusted us to make the call. That was rare in the industry but not so rare here on NXT. We both knew to savor the trust and not fuck it up.
“Good, go,” Hunter said, patting our shoulders. We turned to go to the Gorilla, waiting for our cue.
“I think you need to go over,” Nikki said, her eyes not on me.
I turned to stare at her. “What?”
“SAnitY gets the win and runs. Why would we attack if I win?”
I shifted uncomfortably. “Maybe. Why don’t we do it like this…we lead towards me going over but if the crowd seems overly invested in the badness of SAnitY, if it seems they’re all behind me, pissed at the mere sight of all of you, you go over. The beat down after will enhance the heel side.”
She looked at me and nodded. She knew we were both putting our pride aside. A loss in the record books didn’t matter as much when the storyline could change everyone’s careers. I could hear the recap of last week playing and heard Roderick and Jose’s interview. The tech backstage motioned to me and I took my spot. Tye ran over and smiled down at me, giving me a quick kiss on the temple before getting out of my way to do my entrance.
My music hit and felt a thrill run through me. I went out, playing to the crowd before sliding into the ring. I went over and grabbed a mic, pacing the ring before speaking as my music died. The crowd chanted “Ten” at me and I tried not to laugh. There were signs in the crowd calling me “The Real Perfect 10” and other puns.
I put the mic to my mouth and stopped pacing, looking to the cameras.
“Last week, we all saw what happened. We saw SAnitY use their numbers to their advantage. And while we all know Nikki Cross is as certifiably insane we also know any decent man wouldn’t hit a woman.” The crowd cheered, agreeing. “So, unfortunately for me and my friends, they’re decent men. So, even to win a match, they won’t attack Nikki. But I can.” The crowd cheered again.
“Nikki,” I said, turning to face the ramp. “You want to be in a match so bad? Get out here and face me!”
I didn’t wait long, Nikki’s music hit quickly and I tossed the mic aside. She charged the ring and I backed to the ropes, hitting them as she slid in the ring and launching myself at her with a forearm. She flailed in frustration and a ref came into the ring to separate us. I pushed against his arm, begging her to take a shot. Nikki shouted back, pulling at her hair then shouting at the ref to start the match.
He looked at me and I nodded. “Start the match!” I said.
The ref shrugged slightly and the bell rung. Nikki and I flew at each other. We had seven minutes for the match, the post-match segment being more important. We gave it our all and Nikki hit me with a hurricarana, just as she did Tye. I laid on the mat, dizzy as she came to get the cover.
One, two, I kicked out and Nikki, in fake rage, hit the mat beside me, pounding it with her fists.
“Go over,” Nikki grunted at me, her face to the mat.
I put a hand to my head, covering my mouth from view. “You sure?” I asked.
“They want you to win. I need a reason to go postal.”
“Go postal,” I said. She got what I meant. She jumped up and grabbed my leg, pulling me to her and starting to land punches. I covered up but when she got up, to rant around the ring and shout insanely I got my feet back under me. I popped up as she turned and charged her, taking her down to the mat and beating on her for a moment before getting up, dragging her by her hair.
“You think you get to touch my man?” I shouted at her. The crowd ooohhhed at that and then the shouting changed. SAnitY was coming down the ring surrounding it. I backed to the center of the ring and Nikki grabbed me, trying to set me up for the swinging fisherman’s neckbreaker. I reversed out of it, turning her around and grabbing her in a hangman’s neckbreaker. I hit the move hard and she crumpled over, as I rushed around for the cover. The third fall counted out and the ring bell rung. I stood quickly as SAnitY jumped up on the ring apron around me. I watched, wary eyes as the circled the ring.
I knew it was planned but it didn’t keep the fear from seeping through me. Nikki was one thing but I knew, deep down, Wolfe, Dain and Young were different. They wouldn’t intentionally, truly hurt me. But they were rough.
Wolfe got into the ring first and I tried backing away from him, going to get out of the ring and ending up right in Dain’s path.
Dain shoved me back into the ring and Nikki caught me, hitting the swinging fisherman’s neckbreaker she’d intended to hit before. I hit the mat hard and laid there and Nikki, doing her job, climbed on top of me and landed a few blows. Eric Young shouted then. “Give her to me!”
I felt Nikki stiffen but, she did her part, getting up and grabbing me by my hair, throwing me into Eric who caught me by my throat, his grip a bit tighter than I felt was necessary.
“Where is your lover boy now?” Young shouted in my face. His voice grated on my ears and his breath was stale. I grimaced away from him, still stuck in his grasp.
I heard the crowd pop and heard the sounds of Tye, Jose and Roderick getting into the ring. Eric tossed me to the mat as Tye came at him. I looked up from the mat, my hand on my throat as I watched Tye rip into Eric. Wolfe and Dain were knocked out of the ring quickly by Jose and Roderick and I scrambled to my feet to dropkick Nikki through the second rope. I turned and watched as Tye hit the Tyebreaker on Young, glaring down at him before standing and coming over to me, putting his body between me and Young. He glared at Young as SAnitY pulled their leader from the ring, his eyes and hands going to my neck, his fingers shaking as he brushed over the redness there. Tye growled, actually growled and turned to look at Young again.
“You touch her again and I’ll kill you!” Tye shouted. Young shouted incoherently back as Tye’s music hit. Jose and Roderick stood beside me, the three of us standing behind Tye as he shouted at Young. I walked over and slid a hand up Tye back to his shoulder and his words cut off, turning to look at me. His eyes were dark and grabbed me to him, slightly rougher than usual and kissed me. The crowd cheered and when we broke apart SAnitY was gone from ringside. We all left the ring area.
When we got backstage I heard Matt Bloom and Hunter’s voices shouting. We turned the corner and there was SAnitY, each of them standing slightly apart from Eric Young who was being chewed out by the pair.
“Are you actually fucking crazy?” Hunter shouted, his face inches from Eric’s. “I told you all to gang up around her, to let Nikki hit a bunch of moves, not to put your hands on her!”
“I’m doing my job!” Young shouted back. Bloom stepped between them and pointed to me, forcing Hunter’s attention to the four of us. Hunter stalked away, leaving Bloom to deal with the group. Nikki caught my eye and I saw the apology there before Hunter’s body blocked my view.
“Shanna, you okay?” Hunter asked. He was fuming, breathing hard. “To the trainers, now,” he said. I didn’t argue. We walked off to the trainer, Tye’s fists clenched at his sides as we walked. Jose and Roderick followed too, as if being security for me as we went.
Once in the trainer’s room, with more light on it Hunter cursed under his breath.
“Shanna, you know I wouldn’t let him do that,” Hunter said, his voice angry and pleading at the same time.
“I know Hunter,” I said, my voice sounding rawer than I’d have liked it to sound.
Tye growled again, an arm going around me protectively as one of the trainers looked at the bruising.
“Her windpipe is fine, not crushed, just slightly swollen. The bruises will be gone in a day,” she said, handing me an ice pack to place there, just to help the process along.
I pressed the ice pack to my throat and took a deep breath, smiling at her. “Thanks,” I said, my voice still weak.
“Hunter, we gotta do something about this,” Tye said.
“We will. I didn’t want that to happen, I wouldn’t let that happen. Young will pay, in a few ways for this.”
“You’re going to fine him?” Roderick asked.
“Yes, all of you know the rules around here. He was told the limit and he crossed that.
“What else are you gonna do about this?” Tye demanded.
“Tye, I’m fine,” I said, trying to cool him down. He held a hand up to me, clearly too angry at the moment. The sounds I made that passed for talking probably didn’t help.
“You want him?” Hunter asked. “Next week?”
Tye nodded. “Yes.”
“Okay, you got it. But let’s be clear, she’s in this now, so are these guys. You get Eric Young, one on one, but all of them, will be at ringside.”
Tye started to protest but Jose cut him off. “It’ll be okay, we’ll cover her,” he insisted. Tye took a breath. Hunter walked over and kissed my forehead.
“Sorry about that, kid,” he said, true apology in his voice.
I nodded. “Not your fault. And it’s not Nikki’s either, she didn’t want to pass me to him but she did her role, don’t hit her with a fine,” I said, hoping he’d understand.
Hunter nodded. “Okay, if you say so. Just Young then.”
I nodded.
Hunter nodded again, kissed the crown of my head once more and turned to walk out, his voice rising the second he hit the hallway. “Where’s Young?” he shouted. Shouts answered him.
I sat on the trainer’s table with the icepack to my neck.
Tye came back to me and I could see his body shaking slightly. He kissed my temple but I could feel the restrained rage under his skin. I took his hand in mine and gave it a squeeze as we listened to the doctors.
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