#wwe x original character

[damiansgoodgirll]

 hi, can you please make a story where reader is young like 19 or 20 and everyone loves her and she’s a pretty close friend with basically everyone in the wwe and one day she has a match with like Nia or someone else and she gets injured so bad that everyone around her is worried sick.? maybe she has a closer feeling with the judgement day or Jey but like if you can mention more wrestlers it would be amazing. Thank you so much. I love your writing 

i love this type of requests cause it makes me travel back in time when i was 13 and i used to play wrestling with my best friend (don’t do this at home) and i remember everyone loving me…anyway

sorry for making nia the bad one!

the judgment day x reader (platonic) / jey uso x reader (platonic)

home is where you belong

you never thought you would find it but you did. the place where you felt safe and loved, the place that you called home.

you’ve been wrestling since you were fifteen and once you got eighteen wwe signed you in. two years later now you were living your dream;

travelling from city to city, having sleepovers with your wrestling friends, gossiping about what people you shipped together, talking nonsense with seth rollins and having becky teasing him, watching and learning new techniques from jey uso, training with the judgment day.

everything was a dream for you.

the fans loved you. even if they weren’t fans about your character, they still liked your persona and your positive energy. you had no enemies, you pretended of course, but you had no enemies at all.

many elders took you under their protective wing and you couldn’t be more grateful.

you we are currently training with rhea as you had a big match against nia and you wanted to be ready. you both already knew that the judgement they were gonna help you win this match because, according to the script they had to ruin this moment for you and for nia, but you didn’t care because you knew how fun it was going to be.

so you were ready to kick her ass.

nia, otherwise, wasn’t as happy as you thought. the idea of losing against some teenager like you made her blood boil. she was more experienced than you so why would you had to win? plus, by getting helped by the judgment day?

she didn’t like the idea but she didn’t tell you.

she had something else in mind.

so you were getting ready, your make up flawless, your hair perfectly posing over your shoulders and a smile that could make happy anyone who met you.

you were so ready.

you heard the “boos” when nia entered the ring and you heard everyone cheering for you when you entered. that’s how it was supposed to be so why did she have an envious look in her eyes?

you pretended it was nothing and you started the match as it was supposed to go.

ten minutes later, the judgment day music echoing through the arena, just like the script said.

rhea distracting nia.

following exactly what the script said.

so what did go wrong?

nia attacked rhea. it wasn’t in the script but rhea knew how to handle situations like that.

you could tell by damian’s look that this wasn’t supposed to happen but you took it as an opportunity to distract nia and make your final move, move that made you win that match.

earlier on the schedule but still, you had your win.

“someone beat your ass…” rhea screamed into the microphone, unleashing mixed reactions through the crowd. everyone cheering for you because of your win, not everyone was happy with the way you won but still, you better than nia.

that set her off.

she didn’t like the idea of a teenager beating her but she hated even more the way the crowd laughed at her face, making her seem weak, not strong enough.

the judgment day were leaving the arena, just like the script told them to do after your victory, so what didn’t go as planned?

you were still in the ring, fans clapping for you, the referee still held your hand high and as you were about the leave, nia hit you behind your back.

this wasn’t prepared.

you fell to your knees and before you could do something she dragged you through your hair into the middle of the ring.

“nia?” you said almost too terrified.

the referee tried to get into the two of you but nia pushed her away, hurting her.

“who do you think you are?” she said hoovering you with her body.

“nia what?” you weren’t understanding. why was she doing that? she was your friend, she wasn’t supposed to hurt you.

“don’t act so dumb…” she whispered before attacking you.

for real this time.

nothing prepared.

she was really hurting you. your face first, then your stomach, she kept hurting you, punching you over and over until you couldn’t feel your body anymore.

your head and nose were bleeding.

referees weren’t able to stop her either.

rhea and damian were the first one to intervene when they saw that the referee couldn’t stop her.

rhea attacking her, the referees, trying to get between the two of them, so damian so that as an opportunity to shield you with his body. he could handle nia attacking him.

“damian?” you almost cried.

“hey…shh it’s okay, i got you” he said, slowly moving your hair out of your face and it was in that moment that he saw your bleeding face.

“dam…it hurts” you said clenching your stomach. he felt his heart breaking. the way you were clenching your chest, the way your hands trembled a little, your bleeding face and your eyes full of tears.

he was mad. furious.

“i know…ssshhh…we will take care of you i promise” he whispered.

the crowd was cheering, assuming everything was scripted, but there was an uncomfortable silence going behind the scenes.

everyone watching what was happening in horror.

becky had tears in her eyes and seth was trying to keep her and himself calm because he was mad. cody was speechless. jey ran out of his locker room just to be stopped by the security. dom and finn paralysed in their steps as they were watching everything happening right before their eyes.

that’s what it went wrong.

thankfully, rhea and referees were able to drag nia away from the ring. she knew she went too far but her pride was something she wasn’t willing to give up.

damian was still in the ring with you as medical staff came and assisted you.

you already fell unconscious when damian lifted you up in his arms and dragged you down onto the stretcher waiting for you backstage.

you were rushed to the hospital and honestly no one felt like continuing the show but they had to. jey was next but all he wanted to do was rush to the hospital and stay by your side.

you didn’t even realised that when you woke up you weren’t in some hotel room but you were in a hospital bed. your head still pounding when you remembered what happened.

the doctor told you that you had a few broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder,a broken wrist, a sprained ankle and a heavy concussion. not to count all the bruising and red spots forming all over your body.

then what you didn’t want to hear : no wrestling for at least four months.

your body needed to rest and heal first.

you were trying to hold in all the tears but eventually let them out when the doctor left your room. you were supposed to have your first main event at wrestlemania and now that dream was gone.

while still crying a soft knock echoed through the room.

damian first, then rhea with the rest of the judgment day.

“hey…” she whispered but her heart broke when she saw the tears in your eyes “why are you crying pretty girl?” she asked sitting on the chair next to your bed, followed by the boys who sat on the small couch right beside the window.

“bye bye wrestlemania…” you said with a broken voice.

everyone knew how much you’ve been waiting and wanting that moment.

“i’m so sorry y/n…” she said softly.

“its just it’s not fair…” you whispered “why did she do that? i thought she was my friend…i would have never done that to her rhea…never”

“i know love…because you know your value, you’re kind and sweet and loving and unfortunately you’ve met someone who thought about her ego and her ego only…” she said smiling sadly at you.

“what matters now is that you rest and take your time to heal” damian joined the conversation “you scared everyone back there…” he said making you smile a little.

“i didn’t mean to…”

“we know…or you could tell them that yourself” finn joked.

“what?” you whispered.

“everyone’s here…jey almost punched the doctor when they wouldn’t let him see you” dom laughed “becky is here with seth, cody and shayna are here too…girl you even scared gunther”

“i don’t believe it…” you laughed.

“we can make you believe that” jey said entering the room with a beautiful bouquet of red roses. everyone followed him too.

you were relieved in seeing so many people caring for you in a way not even your friends cared about. you felt loved and appreciated.

you’ve spent the next hour talking nonsense with them all and you almost forgot about the wrestling problem thing.

almost.

when everyone left for your check up with the doctor, the only one who stayed was jey.

he was the only one who noticed the shift in your mood and he knew what was like staying away from what you love do the most, so if you needed a shoulder to cry on, he was willing to do that, if you needed a friendly advice, he was willing to do that too.

“care to tell me what’s on your mind sweetheart?” he asked when the doctor left.

“i’m going to miss all of these…four months of not seeing you all days, no wrestling, no wrestlemania and probably no summerslam too…it’s just, i feel useless and empty not doing what i love jey” you confessed.

“you’re not useless at all, and it’s normal to feel nostalgic right now but it’ll pass and i promise you that you’ll be on your feet for when summerslam comes! i promise you” he said sitting next to you and wrapping his arm around your shoulder - the healthy one - “i wish i could have done something to stop her but i was the useless one…i hated seeing you in so much pain…she lost her mind and finally she lost her job too”

“what?” you whispered.

“yup! got fired…you know you could sue her right?” jey asked.

“i would never do that…”

“i know…you’re too kind for that…what she did was wrong and completely unacceptable but i’m glad you’re here…” he said softly kissing your head.

“ill be here for a long long time…this is my home after all” you smiled, making jey laugh too.

and it was in that moment that you truly realised how important those weird people were for you, and how important you were for them.

[zillasvilla]

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[glampire-rockstar]

"Reincarnate"

Ship: Heel!Finn Balor (Best Friend) × Heel!Damian Priest (Romantic Interest) × Heel!Rhea Ripley (Best Friend) × Short!Fem!OC.

▍Plot: Sia Mysterio (OFC) was an innocent maiden, a big sister, an industry legacy, a young adult, an independent woman, a short wallflower, and a baby face. She have seen the proof that she can't trust others and was stabbed in the back several times to the full extent. Sia kept a fake smile masked upon her face for years and was tired of being a black sheep. She becomes her own person and joins the Judgment Day.

▍OC Character Protrayals: Camila Cabello (Sylvia) and Zayn Malik (Troy) ~ Twins.

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Sia was sitting with her older twin brother Troy and his wife Shaul Guerrero next to him on the phone. The twins were secretly speaking to each other about the heel turn Sia will do for the Judgment Day to be with her boyfriend Damian Priest and her two best friends. Troy agreed to the heel turn and how this storyline will be played out as long as Sia will be comfortable with the family betrayal.

"Ms. Mysterio, you're up in 30!" Sia told her twin brother and his wife bye before hanging up.

Sylvia has her normal clothes on for the heel turn, she had also put some dark makeup on to go with her high pigtails and smoky eyes.

'My family never paid no attention to me since I came back, if they don't want nothing to do with me then so be it!' Sia thought.

Ever since she left her AEW career for her WWE life back with her twin brother, her blood family have begun neglecting her and her older twin except for their own their mother Angie. They were thankful that their biological mother never forget about her firstborn son and daughter. Now it was time for her to shine as a heel and a new bad girl.

Sia's theme "Believe Me, I'm A Liar" by the Hype Theory played as fans went nuts and she walked out without any emotions. Sia headed down the ramp with a deep frown on her face, staring at the Judgment Day with no feelings and got a mic from the camera man. Sia slid under the ropes and stood her ground.

Her birth father Rey, her little brother Dominik, her baby sister Aalyah, and her best friend Liv Morgan were there to confront the Judgment Day as well. Sia saw her older twin brother Troy with their mother Angie right at ringside, he was frowning deeply while holding his mother's hand and letting his wife Shaul keep him at bay. The female masked luchadora was glaring at her family and tag partner in disgust while holding a mic.

"Well well well, if it ain't one half of the Black Sheep of the Mysterio Family." Rhea said about Sia. "Sweetheart listen, you know that only your twin brother and your own mother care for you unlike the rest of your family especially your best friend who stabbed you in the back years ago. I think you're much better off without having a family that ignores your talent and strength."

Fans booed while Sia fully kept her composure, Damian couldn't keep his eyes off of her and the choice of clothes she chose to wear for him. Finn and Rhea was busy talking smack about the Mysterio Family rather than Sia that she didn't even flinch whenever they only brought her up for a positive comment. They stopped to see Sia not responding to their words and decided to change the subject.

"What sweetheart, it struck a nerve, how about you join us and leave your family? They didn't care when you left here the first time with your brother Troy." Finn told her, suggesting Sia to join them and be her own person. "Take off the mask like your brother did and step out of the light...it's time for you to become part of the darkness."

Fans chanted "NO" while Sia bites her bottom lip and drops the mic. She walks away from the ring and keeps on shaking her head no while walking backwards on the ramp. Damian was mouthing that he'll be there after the segment to comfort her and get her mind cleared from the pain.

"Sia! SIA! ROSALIE SIA MYSTERIO! COME BACK DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW YOUNG LADY!" Rey called her out while Sia went backstage for a break and locked her locker room shut.

Damian, Finn, and Rhea unleashed their attack on their rivals while Sia was ignoring the noises outside. She slowly opens the door to see the motionless bodies of Dominik, Ruby, Rey, Aaylah, Christian, Liv, Edge, and Beth. She turns to the Judgment Day and saw her twin there in their shirt.

"Sia, leave them behind and be your true self again." Troy said, holding his hand for her to take. "I trust them, especially Damian, unleash your darkness and take down the light they put upon that mask."

Sia ripped off the mask and tossed it away. She smirked up at Damian and he lifted her into his arms. The Judgment Day walked away while fans booed, the newly heel turned members grew cold and evil like their new team...they can be reincarnated...into their inner demons.

[of-twilight-and-moonshadow]

Love Language - Damian x Emery

Part of my Dark Angel of Bullet Club series

So last week's poll winner was the ever charming, Damian Priest. Of the 40 votes I received, 35% of you wanted to see Damian x Emery, so here we are!

Kenny and Hangman were tied for 2nd place at 25% and poor Finn had 15% and I kinda done a Hangman x Emery. I might do a different one as well, that's more... unique. Kenny... his will be a series of Kenny x Emery only because I love that man so much.

There are several translations that occur in this, so I'll include the translation (provided via google) below it for your reference. There is a precursor to this, that I plan to write out when I get a chance. It's the wrestling convention I mention at the very beginning. Stay tuned for that!

Prompt used: Don’t look at me. I thought I was coming here for tacos.

Word Count: 1747

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Warnings: Fluff, romantic & charming Damian; nothing too bad really

(border by)

August 2022

“Hey, Lass. I wanted to see if you wanted to meet up for lunch. I figured we could talk some since you mentioned having questions about ring and character work.”

The text out of nowhere was odd, but it thrilled Emery to no extent. Two months prior, she had attended a wrestling convention in Atlanta with several other members of the AEW roster. Also, there were wrestlers from several Indy companies, New Japan, Impact, and WWE. It was such a fun time, allowing her to meet one of her favorites—Finn Balor.

She deeply respected the Irishman, from his in-ring work and character-building of the Demon. Emery had drawn some inspiration from it for her Dark Angel persona when she was in New Japan- and when Finn had complimented it at the convention, she was elated and shocked. So, she agreed to meet him in Jacksonville for lunch- some taco place he knew of.

They had agreed to meet around one at the address the next day, but here it was, five minutes past, and no sign of Finn. Frowning, Emery fished her phone out of her pocket and sent him a text as she walked. She should have known better, but of course, she didn’t think about it at the moment; just as she hit the send button, Emery ran straight into a firm body, which surprised her. With wide brown eyes, she looked up at the person she ran into, an apology quick on her tongue.

“I’m so sorry, I—wait… Damian?”

The tall Puerto Rican wrestler smiled down at her, seeming not even to be affected by her running into him.

“Hah, hey,” Damian chuckled, “Imagine running into you here.”

“Yeah,” Emery nodded in agreement; the air between them was filled with anxious tension, as neither knew the other well, “I was supposed to meet— Oh, one second. That’s him calling now.”

Damian gave a nod, gesturing for her to answer the call. He leaned back against the railing behind him, waiting patiently.

“Hey Finnabon--- I, eh. I mean. Uh…” Emery felt her cheeks redden in embarrassment as laughter came from the other end of the call, “I’m sorry—I just. I saw that name somewhere online years ago, and it just kinda… stuck…”

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, Lass. I figured callin’ ya would be easier than textin’. I hate doin’ this to ya, but I’m not feelin’ too well tis’morning.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Emery frowned, “I hope you feel better soon.”

“Thanks, lass. We’ll reschedule for anotha’ time, yeah?”

“Definitely! You focus on getting better, Finn.”

“Will do. Bye now.”

“Bye.”

Hanging up from the call, Emery pursed her lips sadly as she put her phone in her back pocket.

“Finn?” Damian questioned, looking over at her curiously.

“Yeah—he texted me yesterday. We were supposed to meet here today at one… but I guess he’s feeling under the weather?”

Damian started chuckling, lowering his head slightly as he shook it.

“What’s so funny?” Emery asked him, confused. He looked back up at her, a strange, knowing twinkle in his eyes. As he answered, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and checked it, giving it a nod before lowering his hands across his body.

“He called me yesterday and did the same. Said we could talk about the directions we could possibly take Judgement Day down. Just got a text from him. ‘Sorry, can’t make it. Not feeling the greatest this morning. Enjoy your day.’”

“That’s… weird,” Emery frowned, trying to figure out what was happening. Damian pushed off the railing as he put his phone away, shaking his head again at Finn’s antics. He couldn’t figure out if he should tell Emery or not but decided against it for the moment.

“Well, we’re both here…” Damian trailed off, looking at Emery thoughtfully as if trying to figure out what to do.

“Don’t look at me. I thought I was coming here for tacos,” she deadpanned, frowning at the thought of not having tacos. Thanks to Finn’s mentioning of them yesterday, that had been all she craved all day. Damian laughed out loud, his deep, rich voice booming, before reaching out a hand towards her.

“Well, let’s go get some taco’s then.”

She smiled at him before taking his hand and letting him lead her through the crowds.

Half an hour later, they had made it to a small, local taco joint and were eating outside under an umbrella.

“Mmm, these are so good,” Emery moaned as she took another bite.

“I know; it’s one of the reasons I told Finn about this place.”

Emery’s eyes went wide as she swallowed her food,” Wait- you told Finn about this place?”

“Yeah,” Damian smiled, “Why, what did he say?”

“Just that he knew of a perfect taco place,” Emery laughed, shaking her head.

“I come here at least once a month,” Damian told her, picking up a taco from his plate, “One of the best places in town.”

“I’ll have to agree- the food is amazing. Well—I guess I’ll thank you then for introducing me to it instead of Finn.”

Damian chuckled again, covering his mouth with his hand since he was still chewing. After he swallowed the bite, he told her, “Mi placer carino.” (My pleasure, sweetheart)

Emery tweaked her head to the side as she tried to figure out what he had said.

“You’re gonna have to help me here. My Spanish is terrible.”

“Por que te ayudaria? Ahora puedo decir lo que quiera y nunca lo sabrias.” (Why would I help you? Now I can say anything I want, and you’d never know.)

Emery pouted, which only caused Damian to laugh again; huffing out a breath, she glared playfully at him.

“Fine, two can play that game. Ich habe meine eigene geheimsprache.” (I have my own secret language.)

She watched as Damian leaned back in his chair and raised an eyebrow at her, a smirk still on his face.

“Okay, I see you. Apuesto a que te mata no saber lo que estoy diciendo.” (I bet it kills you not knowing what I am saying.)

Squinting her eyes at him, she said, “Verdammt, du unertraglicher riese. Ein sehr hubscher… charmanter… riese…,” Realizing what she was saying, Emery leaned back in her chair, her tone lowering, “Nein, Emery nicht.” (Damn you, you insufferable giant. A very handsome… charming… giant… No, Emery don’t.)

Damian seemed to sense the shift in her behavior, because he leaned forward and placed his arms on the table, his gaze softening slightly, “Eres una mujer muy hermosa. Ojala tuviera el coraje de decirte que te quiero en mi vida.” (You are a very beautiful woman. I wish I had the courage to tell you that I want you in my life.)

Emery noticed the change in his tone, biting her bottom lip briefly before changing tactics, “Non ho idea di cosa hai appena detto, ma sembrava… dolce.” (I have no idea what you just said, but it sounded… sweet.)

She could see his eyes light up as a smile lifted the corners of his lips, “German and Italian? Impressive.”

“Thanks,” Emery blushed, looking down at the table, unable to meet his eyes, “I’m not the greatest at it, but I know enough to string together some sentences. I wish I were more fluent.”

“Hey,” Damian murmured, reaching out across the small table; his fingers gently cupped her chin, bringing her gaze up to meet his, “I think you’re pretty damn good. Inteligente, atractiva y divertida.” (Smart, attractive, and funny)

It was like the entire atmosphere around them had changed, despite them not understanding the other person’s words entirely.

“Stai… flirtando con me, Damian?” (are you… flirting with me, Damian?)

Catching a few similar phrases in her question, Damian was able to reply back with confidence, “Si, lo soy.” (Yes, I am)

A smile crossed her face, a pink tinge to her cheeks as they stared into each other’s eyes. Both were leaning across the small table, incredibly close to one another, the outside world completely forgotten, as they began toeing the line.

“Quiero besar tus labios,” Damian told her, his gaze briefly floating down to her lips before returning to her eyes. (I want to kiss your lips.)

“Allora fallo.” (Then do it.)

Damian didn’t take any more convincing to lean forward and capture Emery’s lips with his own. Despite the strength she knew that he possessed, the kiss was gentle and tender- and over all too soon. As they pulled apart, her eyes fluttered open to find him smiling warmly at her.

“I think… Finn set us up on purpose.”

“What do you mean?” Emery asked him, curious.

“Rhea told me on Raw this past week that I talk about you too much. Finn had realized it too, I guess, because he agreed with her,” Damian admitted, not the least ashamed of it, “Since I met you a few months back- I can’t seem to get you out of my mind.”

Emery would be lying if she said she didn’t feel the same way. Damian was impossible to forget, and her mind often wandered to him when she was backstage at AEW.

“Yeah?” She asked him, almost shyly.

“Yeah,” Damian nodded before leaning back and standing up. He offered Emery his hand once more, “What do you say we get out of here?”

With a smile, she stood up and laced her fingers with his. They picked up their trash and threw it in the bin on the way out as Damian reached his arm across her shoulders, keeping their hands entwined.

March 2023

It was late at night, nearing two in the morning, yet Emery could not seem to fall asleep. Her mind is wired as thoughts of everything and anything flew through her mind. The raging storm outside didn’t help any, as lightning would brighten the room in flashes and the thunder would rattle the glass in the windows of the bedroom. Exhaling a deep breath, Emery moved to get up but a strong, muscular arm wrapped around her and pulled her close. Her back gently connected to a firm chest, and then the soft breathing near her ear.

“Trate de relajarse, Princesa,” Damian mumbled, his deep voice groggy with sleep. It sent shivers down her spine, but as she listened to his steady breathing, Emery found herself growing tired and soon, drifted off to sleep. (Try to relax, princess)

[damiansgoodgirll]

drabble of damian going down on reader and never stopping not even when her legs are shaking bad bad

and here we are😌

damian priest x reader

‼️smut so stay away kids ‼️

shake it off

his left hand was pinning your stomach down to the bed while his other hand was keeping your legs open.

all you did to find yourself in that position was saying to damian how tired from work you were and that you needed a hot shower to relieve some stress.

of course he wanted you to feel relaxed but he wasn’t so sure about the shower part.

so now you were overstimulated, crying from pleasure in damian’s bedroom.

“give me another one please…” he whispered against your pussy “you taste so good mi vida”

you would have said yes if it wasn’t for the fact that you already came two times in the last twenty minutes.

“dam please…” you begged him but you weren’t so sure about why you were begging him for.

“is that a si mi amor?” he asked, making sure that you were okay with that.

“fuck yes…” you didn’t care that your legs were shaking, you didn’t care that you were heavily breathing and that you were overstimulated. his tongue between your legs was enough to make you forget about the rest.

his hands struggled a little to make you stay calm but somehow he managed to it.

this time he was taking his time with you. he went from kissing your thighs to gently licking your clit, the mischievous smile he had on his face was gone and his eyes were looking at you with such tender you felt like you were melting.

“eres muy preciosa…” he whispered against your completely destroyed pussy “te amo mi amor” his words were making you shiver.

you loved his rough side but you loved his lover side even more. it reminded you how of a beautiful soul he was and you couldn’t be more grateful to have him by your side.

“you like this uh?” he asked, already knowing the answer when his lips went back to your clit and his finger moved slowly into you. your legs were shaking so bad that he had to throw them over his shoulders otherwise he wouldn’t have been able to finish his mission.

“dam please…” you were a completely mess.

“shh…i know baby, i know…just let it happen” he slowly whispered. he added a second finger inside of you and that was enough to make you cum, again.

but he didn’t stop.

“damian please…it’s too much - fuck” you said squeezing his fingers so hard he almost came in his pants.

“let me clean you and then you’ll be free…you taste heavenly i can’t get enough…” he kept licking your pussy, tasting her like it was a delicious piece of cake.

it took him a few minutes to clean the mess he made between your legs and when he looked into your eyes he swore he just saw an angel. even with your make up all ruined and tears falling from your eyes, to him, you were the most beautiful human on earth.

“thank you…” you breathlessly whispered.

“anytime…” he said, knowing that it was a promise.

[wrestlersownmyheart]

Heyyy~ saw your requests were open and was lookin for some Damian Priest content! Definetly Judgement Day vibes, maybe he’s looking to recruit Y/N? I wanna read this and BLUSH, FLUSTER ME I DARE YA!

I DOUBLE DARE YA! 😂 ok thanks!!!

Thanks for helping me hammer out the title on this @auburnwrites!! Hope you enjoy what I came up with! 😀

Title: Love & Conquests Pairing: Damian Priest X Reader Summary: You work as a trainer for WWE. You notice competition between Damian Priest of the Judgement Day, and wannabe member, JD McDonagh, but you don't realize why. Till they both start hitting on you. Then you feel like a conquest and decide to shun them both. But will you grow feelings for Damian as he spends more time around you? And will JD take the hint that he never stood a chance? Or will his actions go too far, causing the Archer Of Infamy to unleash his pent up rage on him? Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with WWE. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination. Content/Trigger Warnings: Some violence toward men and women.

Note: I saw someone on Tumblr call JD a Funko Pop and I thought it was funny so I used it in this story. Sorry, not trying to be a thief or anything!

Love & Conquests

"Have you seen the new trainer," Dominik Mysterio asked Finn Balor, Damian Priest and JD McDonagh in the locker room Saturday night. "She is a looker, hermanos."

The group was all getting ready for the Fastlane pay-per-view that was to start any minute.

"Really," JD asked. "I'll have t' go check 'er out later."

"Dream on, Pipsqueak." Damian said, his base voice going even lower in pitch. "Keep your mind on business."

"Yeah, okay," JD said reluctantly, buttoning up his black dress shirt. "I'll take care o' business first."

"Why'd you have to go and get his mind off work, bro," Damian said to Dominik. "It's hard enough getting him to pull off a win around here. Why does Finn even want him in our faction?"

"Damian."

Damian looked up to find Adam Pearce standing in the doorway to the Judgement Day's locker room.

"Yeah?"

"I need you to go to the trainer and see how that knee is doing."

"It's fine," Damian replied, giving said knee a pat.

"I still want it checked out. I know you wouldn't tell me if it was still hurt."

Damian rolled his eyes and stood from the couch he'd been sitting on. "It's fine. I'm barely limping."

"But limping nonetheless," Adam shot back. "Go get it checked out or you're not cashing in tonight."

"Wait, what?"

Rhea stood up from the seat she had on the floor. "What do you mean? I thought you were waiting!"

"Chill, Rhea," Damian said, glaring at Adam. "It's not a for sure thing. I was just thinking about it. And if I do cash in, I want to do it on my own." He held up his hands when Finn and Rhea and Dom all three gave him a look. "Look, I just want to win it on my own merit. If y'all go out there and help me, I'm gonna be called a transitional champion. No. I have to do this on my own."

With that, he left the room, a slight limp in his gait.

He headed straight for the trainer's office ready to get this over with. Just as he stepped through the door he was greeted by a beautiful doctor.

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You watched as a very tall, handsome Puerto Rican man entered your office. You felt your face flush, and hoped he didn't notice.

"Hi, Are you Damian Priest," you asked shyly, checking your appointments list.

Seemingly quiet, Damian only nodded as he stared at you.

The fact that he stared at you only made your face heat up even more.

Dang it.

"I'm Y/N. It's nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you, Y/N," he replied.

His voice was so deep and sexy!

He reached his hand out to you to shake and you gently took his hand, and shook. You couldn't help but notice how his hand swallowed yours whole.

"So, Adam Pearce said you'd be stopping by. Let's take a look at that knee." You said, motioning for him to sit down on the exam table.

You watched as Damian took his seat on the table. "Now, don't be nervous. We're just going to do a couple of exercises to make sure your knee is stable."

"That's fine. In fact, my knee is fine. I know it."

"I hope so," you said softly, taking a rubber mallet to test his reflexes with. Then you had him hold his leg out straight for thirty seconds to see the strength in his knee and leg. Then you had him stand to his feet and perform a few squats.

Then, you were feeling his knee to see if anything seemed out of place.

"Any pain at all when I do this?"

He shook his head and smiled at you. "The only time it hurts at all is when I walk on it. But the pain is negligible."

You nodded with a hum. "I see. Well, I can't find anything really wrong. I'd still advise you to not cash in your briefcase tonight, but if you do, just use caution."

"Thanks, Doc," Damian smiled at you and reached for your hand once more. You gave it to him and were surprised when he raised the back of your hand to his lips and kissed it.

"Oh," you couldn't stop the half-moaned word if you tried. Then you were flaming red again, you could feel it.

Flustered, you tugged your hand back gently and spoke "If… If you do cash in tonight. Stop by here afterward so I can recheck your knee."

Damian smiled again. "Sure thing, cariña. Thanks again, for checking me out," he said with a wink.

Your face would not stop burning this night.

Especially thanks to Mr. Priest.

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"You weren't kidding, bro. That new trainer is a knockout. I think I'm in love," Damian said, chuckling. He punched Dominik lightly on the shoulder and grinned as if to say, "You know how to pick 'em!"

"I told you," Dominik responded, with a laugh.

"So are you going to ask her out?"

Rhea asked the question with her arms crossed across her chest. She was protective of her family and wanted to make sure the woman in question was good enough for her "terror twin".

"Of course! Maybe tonight after the show. She wanted me to stop by anyway if I was to cash in. So I figured I might stop by regardless."

"I may have t' stop by m'self," JD grinned. "I love a challenge."

"Excuse you!" Rhea scolded. "Did you not just hear Damian say he was going to ask her out? And women are not challenges, jackass."

"Hey, all's fair in love an' war, love."

"Don't call me love," Rhea spat back.

"You'd better back off," Damian growled, stepping toward JD. "The only reason you're here on the outskirts of the group is because you are Finn's friend. That's the only thing keeping you safe right now."

"Easy, lad," JD said, raising his hands defensively. "I just want t' see what all d'a fuss is about."

Damian took another step toward JD, threateningly. "Leave. Her. Alone."

"Alright. Alright, partner."

"I'm not your partner. And you're not part of the Judgement Day!"

A loud, piercing whistle whizzed through the air then.

Everyone stopped in their tracks and looked at Finn.

"Ever'body, just calm down!" He nearly shouted the words. "I'm gettin' tired of d'a mayhem! Can we all just get on d'a same page?"

Sighing, Finn left the room before anyone could answer him.

"He's right guys," Rhea said. "Get it together!"

She stormed out next.

Which meant Dom was running after her.

Which left JD and Damian.

Not wishing to piss Finn or Rhea off any worse, he simply left the room as well, knowing full well that if he stayed, he'd probably kill JD.

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Damian was setting Cody up for JD to hit him with the Money In the Bank briefcase on top of the announce table. But JD screwed up yet once more and slammed the briefcase into Damian's sore knee. Damian instantly went down as his knee buckled and he held onto it.

In the next instant, however, Cody had lifted Damian up and performed a Cross Rhodes onto the announce table. Rhea was beside herself as Jey Uso maneuvered Finn into a double-team Cody Cutter. Jey rolled out of the ring and Cody covered Finn for the 1…2…3!

There were new Undisputed Tag Team Champions!

Rhea sat on the floor looking toward the rafters as if to say, "I can't believe this!"

Finally, after Jey and Cody celebrated in the ring, it was time to head backstage.

Finn and Dom helped Damian backstage and to the trainer.

JD trailed behind them apologizing up and down–only to Finn, not Damian.

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You watched Damian's match on the little tv in your office and immediately after JD hit Damian with the briefcase, pulled his file from your drawer and prepared to see him in the next few minutes. You watched as Finn Balor and Dominik Mysterio helped Damian backstage with a shorter man–JD McDonagh if you remembered right–following behind looking to be very apologetic.

Minutes later, Damian headed into your office, a more noticeable limp this time, and waited for you to direct him.

"Have a seat," you told him, motioning to the exam table.

"You don't sound surprised to see me," Damian said to you, as he sat down.

"Well, I was… watchingyourmatchontheTV."

You flushed as you said the words as fast as you could.

"Checkin' me out again, huh?"

"Stop it," you smiled, as your face burned even more. "Now, let's take a look at that knee."

"Miss? Can I have y'r assistance please?" came an Irish voice from the hallway. The man that had trailed behind Finn and Damian on the ramp, stepped into the room holding his head.

"Yes, I'll help you in just a few moments," you replied. "If you'll have a seat in one of the chairs, I'm with a patient at the moment."

You heard Damian grumble under his breath as JD took a seat and waited.

"What are you even here for," he demanded. "I was the one who took a hard hit to the knee. Because of you!"

"Hey now," JD sounded defensive. "I took a hard hit t' d'a head. I need t' be checked f'r a concussion.

"Your big head could take a few hits!"

"Guys," you said, squatting down and gently rolling up Damian's pant leg so you could better see his knee. "I'm not equipped to break up a fight. So, please calm down."

"Don't worry, cariña. We're not going to get into a fight. In your office." Damian specified. "The hallway, now that's a different matter."

You frowned as you checked over Damian's knee. There was a bit of swelling, but as you examined it, you couldn't find anything wrong with it–other than the swelling.

"Ice it down tonight and put some heat on it tomorrow, and it should be fine," you said, with a sigh. "You guys need to be more careful."

"Tell that to Funko Pop over there," Damian said.

"Hey, it's not my fault I was given a big head."

There was an odd tone to JD's voice and you looked over at him, saw him smiling an almost perverted grin at you. There was unmistakably an innuendo in his choice of words.

Your face burned drastically, and you frowned again.

Damian seemed to notice and instantly tensed. "Keep the language PG in front of the lady, pendejo."

"Yes, please do," you commented uncomfortably. You went back to looking over Damian's knee and still could find nothing wrong.

"I think you're good, Damian," you said, rising to your feet. "Just ice it and then heat it like I said and rest it till the next show and it should be fine."

"Thanks, cariña. I appreciate it."

"You're welcome."

He got up and surprised you by taking a seat in one of your chairs. You gave him a puzzled look.

"I'm just staying here to make sure Funko behaves himself."

You grew even more uncomfortable. You felt as though they were competing for your attention. And that made you feel like a conquest. Right then, you decided to shun them both. You weren't going to be treated in such a way.

"Okay, have it your way," you said finally. You took out a pen light and tested JD's pupils against the light. They dilated perfectly. You performed other tests to check him for a concussion and there were absolutely no signs of a concussion at all.

"I think you're fine," you said, putting your pen light back in your pocket.

"I think you're pretty fine, too," JD flirted, his blue eyes went dark and he reached out, traced the cross necklace at your neck.

You stepped back, growing more and more uncomfortable.

"Stop it," Damian instantly said from his chair.

You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose. "Seriously, I think you are… okay, JD. There are no signs of a concussion."

"Okay, chill, darlin'. It's all good."

"JD. Leave. Ahora," Damian spoke up once again and stood to his feet. His eyes flashed fire.

"Alright, mate. I'm going."

Damian grabbed him by the collar of his dress shirt and escorted him out of the room himself. As he shoved JD out the door, he turned and looked at you. "Would you maybe like to get some drinks tonight? After the show?"

You looked over at him and gave a slight shake of your head. "I don't know what's going on with you two, but I'm not a conquest. And I won't be treated like one. So, no. I wouldn't like to go out for drinks."

With that, you slammed the door in Damian's face and went to work on filling out the medical reports on Damian and JD.

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"Eres tan estúpido!"

Damian swatted JD on the back of his head and gave him a shove into the wall right next to Finn.

"I swear if you two don't stop it!" Rhea exclaimed. "What is going on now?"

"He screwed things up with me and Y/N," Damian spouted off. "He started hitting on her and made her think we were making her a conquest."

"Maybe you should stay out of Damian's business, JD," Finn said, "After all, he'd made it known his intentions to ask out Y/N."

"But, I wasn't asking her out, per say," JD protested. "I was only hitting on her a wee bit."

"You nearly touched her chest when you were checking out her necklace!" Damian growled, getting in JD's face. "I'd say you weren't hitting on her a "wee bit". You were nearly assaulting her!" He stepped closer, forcing JD to step back against the wall. "And now she thinks I'm a scumbag like you!"

With a roar of rage, Damian lifted JD off his feet by his throat and proceeded to choke the life out of him.

Finn, Rhea and Dom all three freaked out and began trying to get Damian to release JD. He only did when he was good and ready. Which was a full minute later. He finally set JD back on his feet.

"Now, go apologize to her. NOW!"

Nodding silently, JD left the hallway and went in search of Y/N, so he could apologize. And hopefully live after the fact.

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You were filing the reports into the file cabinet when you heard a knock at the door. Striding to the door and opening it, you saw JD McDonagh standing on the other side.

"I just want to, uh, ap-apologize." JD started before you could close the door again. "I'm sorry for d'a way I acted."

He wouldn't even look you in the eye. Some apology.

"Thank you JD. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm quite busy."

"Would you want t' catch a late dinner lat'r? After d'a show?" He asked suddenly. Hope lighting up his bright blue eyes.

"I-I don't think so, JD. I've already eaten," you lied. Why you didn't just come out and say you weren't attracted to him, you didn't know. Probably to keep from hurting his feelings.

"Oh. Well, if Damian's a problem, we don't have to let him know, ya know?"

"It's not that. I just really don't feel up to another meal."

"Okay, I see," JD smiled softly. "We can go another night. Catch ya later!" He was off down the hall before you could object to going out with him another night.

Sighing in frustration you sat down at your desk and began working on the remaining reports for the night.

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Weeks passed with JD continuously badgering you for a date. You always came up with a lame reason why you couldn't, but he wasn't taking no for an answer. He seemed adamant that the reason you weren't going out with him was because of Damian's temper.

Which couldn't be further from the truth.

Damian had been nothing but kind since the night that JD and Damian were at each other's throats.

He'd come by a while after JD had, and said he was sorry, himself–in detail–not just some flimsy apology. You'd noticed that he also looked you straight in the eye and took your hand–not in a sleazy way either–giving it a gentle squeeze.

He'd won you over in the past weeks, plain and simple. He'd been there in your office when a fight broke out between Jey Uso and Drew McIntyre. If Damian had not been there to put a stop to it, you didn't know what you would've done. You were slightly shaken up because you'd never been around a fight before. Especially so up close and personal. Damian had hugged you afterwards and made sure you were okay.

He'd been coming around your office more and more hanging out, and one night he asked you out again. This time for dinner after the show.

"Yeah, I'd like that," you said softly with a smile. You failed to mention that JD had asked you out earlier and you'd turned him down yet again. In fact, you'd not said anything about JD hitting on you at all. You didn't want to start a big row between the two.

So, later, the two of you went to a nice restaurant and had a sit-down meal so you could talk and get to know each other better. You were seated next to the restaurant's front window facing the street, and your menus were brought to you. Within minutes, you had both placed your orders and then were waiting on the food.

"So, how long have you been a trainer," Damian asked. "I heard you used to work for TNA."

"About twelve years. Yes, I worked at TNA from the time I graduated till about a month ago." You took a sip of water. "What about you? How long have you been doing this?"

"Almost nineteen years," Damian answered. "I debuted in Monster Factory Pro Wrestling and trained there for about ten years and then went on to ROH for a few years, and from there, I signed with WWE and started in NXT. I've been on the main roster for about two years and I am loving it."

"You're very good, I've seen your work here in WWE."

"Thank you. So, tell me about yourself. And how did you come to be a trainer for WWE?"

"There's not much to tell. I am single. I live alone in an apartment till I get ready to settle down and buy a house. I grew up an only child and got into athletics at a young age. Got a torn ACL playing baseball when I was fifteen and had to get out of sports due to the severity of the injury. But I had an amazing PT that helped me through the healing process, and I decided I wanted to get into the same line of work. I worked my butt off and did just that. And here I am."

Your food came then and you both decided to eat a few bites before continuing on with your conversation.

However, you didn't notice the car in the street drive by extremely slowly, a pair of blue eyes watching you both angrily…

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"I had a great time with you tonight, Y/N," Damian said, walking you to your hotel door.

"I had a great time too," you replied, giving him a shy smile. "It was really nice getting to know you better."

Damian nodded, "Do you want to go out with me again?"

You nodded, a flush creeping up your face, "I do."

"Aaaand… would it be okay to kiss you goodnight?"

You giggled, you couldn't help it. He made you feel like a school girl all over again. "Yes."

He smiled and leaned downward, instantly catching your lips with his, giving you a firm but gentlemanly kiss. No tongue. That was interesting, you thought. Most guys just rammed their tongues down your throat, no questions asked. Damian was full of surprises.

"Goodnight, Y/N."

"Goodnight, Damian."

With that, he made sure you were safe in your room, before turning and going down the hall to his own room.

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At the next show, the following night, you walked to your makeshift office and was surprised–though not deeply–to find JD standing at your door, waiting on you.

"Hi, JD… What can I do for you?"

His eyes seemed to go dark as he answered you, though he kept up a cheerful appearance. "You could let me take ya out t'night."

"I'm sorry, JD, but no." You said softly, reaching around him to unlock your office door. "I have plans tonight. I've just started seeing someone, and I don't want to discourage them by going out with someone else."

You unlocked the door and stepped into your office, but JD ddin't take the hint. He stepped into the office with you and slammed the door shut to your utter shock, and then locked the door.

"JD, get out." You said, trying to sound firm. "Unlock the door and leave."

"Let me guess, d'a mystery man is none other than Damien. Am I right? I saw ya together at d'a restaurant last night."

You tilted your chin up in defiance despite your growing trepidation. "That's none of your business. Now leave, before I scream for help."

Growing enraged, JD stepped forward and swept his hand along the surface of your desk, raking everything to the floor. Then he pounded his fist against the desk, hard. "I asked ya out too! You should be going out with me!"

"I didn't want to," your voice rose in your indignation. "You make my skin crawl!"

JD charged at you then and slapped you right across the cheek. Stunned, you fell across the desk and held your throbbing face in your hand.

"You're so in trouble now," he growled, unbuttoning his dress shirt from the collar, then undoing the wrist's buttons.

Not knowing exactly what he had planned, but not wanting to find out, you screamed, "Help me! Somebody HELLLLP!"

You knew that you were heard when the buzzing outside your door stopped. Suddenly there was a pounding at the door.

"Y/N? Cariña, open the door!"

You rose from the desk to make a mad dash for the door, when JD latched onto your hair. "LET ME GO!"

The door was being pummeled then. "Who's in d'ere wit' her?" You heard Finn Balor faintly from behind the door.

Then Damian, "JD. It has to be. The little…"

JD ignored the bustle outside the door and bent you backward over the desk. Immediately, his mouth was on your neck.

"STOP IT!" You cried loudly, and struggled against him. He yanked your head back by your bangs, severely arching your back, and bit into your neck. You screamed in pain and fought him even more.

The pounding at the door intensified as JD licked where he bit.

"NO!" You screamed and managed to claw JD's face. He let out a furious roar of pain as he punched you square in the jaw.

Your head bounced back from the blow just as the door busted open and Damian and the rest of the Judgeement day and some policemen came bustling into the room.

"I'LL KILL YOU!" Damian roared at JD, seeing the predicament you were in.

He lunged at JD and tackled him away from you, his face contorted in his rage.

The police stopped Damian before he could get more than a punch in, but a hard punch nonetheless.

You lay against the desk, scrambling to right yourself and fighting tears as the police handcuffed JD and prepared to drag him away from the scene.

Damian went to you, instantly pulling you into his strong embrace as JD was led away. Your legs weren't strong enough to hold you up and buckled. You fell in a dead faint as he caught you up in his arms, cradling you against his muscled chest. He immediately carried you over to the exam table and laid you on it, settling the pillow underneath your head.

"Despierta, cariña. Estás a salvo ahora." His long fingers traced the already formed bruising at your jaw, rose up to the welt forming on your cheek. He also took note of the bite mark on your neck. "I want to kill him."

"Rhea grabbed a bottle of water out of the mini fridge and handed it to Damian. Finn and Dom fumbled around the medical supplies looking for smelling salts. When they finally located them, they handed them over to Damian as well. He snapped them open and waved them frantically under your nose, willing you to awaken.

You jumped awake and before your eyes even opened, your first instinct was to fight. So you did. You swung your arms out and struck out at anything that was around you.

"Hey, easy now," came Damian's soft voice. His large, warm hands caught your wrists and gently held on. "Easy, baby. You're safe."

You sobbed and latched onto him, hooking your arms around his broad shoulders as he pulled you into a close, intimate hug.

"Shh-shh… You're okay. You're okay now."

"I-I was so scared!" You couldn't stop crying to save your life. You felt another hand rubbing your back comfortingly–probably Rhea.

"I know pequeña, I know. But you're safe now. I won't let him hurt you again. I swear it."

Hunter hurried through the door then. "I just heard about what happened…" His attention turned to you in Damian's arms. "Y/N, are you okay?"

You nodded slightly and snuggled closer into Damian's hold. His chin rested atop your head. "I'm okay now."

The police asked you so many questions your head spun but you managed to answer them all. Then you were finally free to leave and go back to your hotel room. Hunter had given you the rest of the night off–and the rest of the week if you needed it.

You went to move off the table, but Damian kept a hand on your arm to guide you. When you threatened to crumple again, he lifted you up and carried you out of the room, and all the way to his rental. Once he had you settled in the passenger's seat he turned back to the rest of the Judgement Day who'd followed him to his car. "Can one of you guys get my things out of the locker room and take them by my room? I'm staying with Y/N tonight."

Dom nodded in reply and said, "Sure, don't worry. I got this. You go take care of your girl."

With that, Damian got into the driver's seat and drove the two of you back to the hotel.

He carried you inside, and followed your directions as to where your room was. Minutes later, he was settling you on your large bed and was climbing in beside you.

"Is this okay, amor? Do you want me here, or do you want me to sleep on the sofa?"

"Here!" You cried, pulling him against you. "Don't leave me."

"I won't. I'll be right here. Just relax and get some sleep."

"I'm sorry."

"Whatever for, cariña?"

"He'd been hitting on me for weeks. I should have told someone–you. I kept putting him off but he kept asking me out. He wouldn't take no for an answer."

"It isn't your fault, sweetie. It was all him. He…has issues. But none of this was your fault."

"Thank you. For being here. For saving me. I don't know what would have happened if you'd not shown up when you did."

A tear spilled out of one of your eyes, and Damian wiped it away with the pad of his thumb. "I couldn't let him hurt you." He leaned forward, lightly kissing away your tears. "I could fall in love with you."

His lips trailed down with a feather lightness to your mouth. He captured your lips with his and applied a soft pressure. When you didn't protest, he pulled you even closer and kissed you more deeply, gently slipping his tongue past your lips and tasting your mouth fully. You moaned softly, and encouraged him to continue by curling your fingers into his muscled biceps. Finally, he pulled back, only to find that he couldn't get enough of your taste, and moved in for another kiss. And another. Another.

"I could fall in love with you too," you uttered softly between his kisses that travled down to your neck. He gently kissed the place that JD had bitten so roughly, a show of tenderness.

"He'll never touch you again. Ever."

You smiled softly and snuggled closer against him as sleep overcame you.

THE END

Translations:

"Cariña" ~ "Sweetheart" "Eres tan estúpido!" ~ "You're so stupid!" "Despierta, cariña. Estás a salvo ahora." ~ "Wake up, sweetheart. You're safe now." "Pequeña" ~ "Little one"

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Beyond the Lights

III. Good Days

Summary: It’s been a while since anyone has seen Sariah. Two years later she makes a surprises appearance bringing along a little gift for her fans.

Warning; None

Two years later.

Sariah finds herself sitting in front of the dressing room mirror. Several stylists in and out of her face, the shouts of the production crew setting up. It was all overwhelming. She tucks her lower lip between her teeth, looking down at her phone, fingers hovering over the green button.

”Sariah, you're on in fifteen.” The soft knock makes her look towards the door. The director peeked in slowly. She lets out a breath, turning to her stylists. “Can I get a moment?”

All that is left is her and her phone, thumb pressing down on the green call button, placing the phone to her ear. The ringing continues for a few minutes. She goes to hang up until he finally answers.

”Hello.” His voice is raspier than normal. It fills her body with warmth, lip still tucked between her teeth, she watches her reflection in the mirror. She’s quiet for a few minutes. The sound of his breathing calming her nerves. He lets out a sigh of frustration, he got tired of people playing on his phone. Who ever it was , he didn’t care. He would gladly cuss them out.

“Man—.”

”Hi.” She breathes out, cutting him off before he could respond or even hang up. There is a silence on the other end, rattling noises fills her ears, sounds like he was going somewhere quieter. She goes to say something until he speaks, putting a smile on her face.

“The princess has returned.” He jokes. 

“No one knows but you.”

Another silence fell over them. She had ten more minutes before making her first appearance since the downfall of Dame’s career. The moment she removed his catalog it was an uproar. Legal battles, court dates, people calling her Fatal Attraction. They were siding with him. She went ghost. No one has heard from her. Although Dame's career didn’t get better, she needed a break.

”You good.” He asks. 

“I’m at Jennifer Hudson’s set for the show airing live tonight.”  She didn’t know why she called him of all people. She ghosted everyone, but doing back she wanted someone to know. It just happened to be him

“Are you ready?” He knew it was a lot coming back to the public eye. Especially after being in the biggest scandal of all two years ago. He felt honored that she chose to call him. 

“I’m nervous.” She had chipped a nail from biting on it. She curses to herself, opting to take the press-ons off. The phone tucked between her ear and shoulder. He hears the slight frustration in her voice. 

“About what. Talk to me.” 

“Sariah on in five.” The director opens the door, standing there expectantly. Like she was supposed to already be ready and waiting on her cue to go out.

“I’m coming, look I gotta go.” She hangs up, tossing the discarded press-ons in the trash-can, She takes a look at herself in the mirror. Her body relaxes as she lets out a nervous breath. “You got this Sariah.”

Welcome back everyone. This next guest is an amazing artist. She writes, she produces, she sings, dances. She has an ear for perfection. I remember this little girl from when she was five. She is what I would consider a child musical prodigy. Give it up for Soraya Atitui-Dudley.

The crowd reaction was not one she was expecting, she had expected to be boo off or complete silence. Yeah she was at a talk-show. but she ended her career over a cheating scandal. Yet, the wide smiles and loud claps soothed her racing nerves. A nervous smile as she waved to them, while walking up to Jennifer. She radiated warmth as the embrace she pulled her in was that of a mother. So warm and inviting, the hug lasted a few seconds as she whispered in her.

“Welcome home Soraya.” Her first name sounded different now. As if this was a fresh start for her.

The interview felt like she was talking to an old friend, just catching on life, future projects. She knew the harder questions were coming up soon. She had prepared herself for months on the questions may ask. Yet with Jennifer those questions never came, instead the focus was on her and her future as an artist.

I hear you have a surprise video to show everyone.

He makes his way through the crowd of stage hands, finding his way to stand in between the set. He’s out of view of everyone but her. She was breathtaking. The way her curly hair framed her face, the clear frames resting on her nose. A small smile forms on his face when they make eye contact.

Yeah. You know for two years, I worked on this album and if anyone knows me knows I’m a perfectionist when it comes to my music. I express my growth through the music I create, and these two songs took forever to write, but they show my growth as a person, as a woman overcoming these obstacles.

Soraya shifts in her seat, turning to the screen, Jennifer doing the same as the first song played. Jennifer had placed a hand on her knee giving it a comforting squeeze. The love she was receiving was a different feeling. Her eyes trail back to him, standing their arms behind his back as he swayed side to side. His head nodded along to the song. The part she was worried about gained some surprised reactions. 

I know that you hear this And you gon' just know that I’m speaking to you Shouldn’t have got so ahead of yourself Now you’re losing your cool I know that you know that I’m right

You admitted that I am the trutth But look you at you now, look at your face Looking sad in the booth Signed off a tape, toured off a tape

Did it alone, and I ain't touched a plate You was my nigga, we could have been great You so far gone, got you thinking you're safe

All said and done, you lost my respect All said and done, you’re the one I regret Now you gon' watch from the crowd Lookin' up like the rest

The song slowly comes to an end. The audience applause caught her off guard. She wasn’t sure if the song would be liked. It was obvious who she was talking about. Yet, she felt the need to not use his name. The beat for the next song had her swaying along, eyes closing almost getting lost in the feeling. He watches her, watching her body react to her own music. The way her fingers moved as if she was playing the piano. His breath hitches as the music cuts out and her voice echoed throughout the set.

Gotta get right Tryna free my mind before the end of the world I don't miss no ex, I don't miss no text I choose not to respond I don't regret, just pretend shit never happened Half of us layin' waste to our youth, it's in the present (Na-na, na-na, na-na, na) Half of us chasin' fountains of youth and it's in the present now

Wow. Soraya, definitely one of my favorites. It’s so good to have you back. I know we can expect more music from you.

Soraya finds herself backstage, after all of the stage crew had left. Jennifer stopped her, to really talk. She holds both hands in her while her thumbs rub over the back of her hands, looking at her with a smile.

”When you called and set this up, I was a little surprised. I was sure you weren’t coming back.”

At times she wanted to, but her love of music wouldn’t let her. The euphoria it gives her has yet to be matched with anything else. It was her first love and she wasn’t going to let anything mess with that.

 “Like you once said If you can’t take responsibility, you won’t be able to take control.”

Jennifer squeezes her hand with a smile, noticing a man standing at the end of the hall, hands shyly tucked into his pockets, eyes trained on Soraya. A knowing smirk placed on her face. She leans down pulling her into a another hug, whispering in her ear in the process.

“Where there is darkness, there is light.” She pats her shoulder pulling back. Soraya, confused as she watches her leave; she turns to see him standing there. Inches away from her as her own breath hitches in her throat. His dark brown eyes never left her face. Almost studying her; hoping she didn’t disappear again.

”Soraya huh?” It was the first time he heard her first name. It suited her and wondered why she never used it before.

“I didn’t like it at first.” She tells him. The name reminded her of a time in her life where she didn’t have control. Yet, here she was; using the name to gain back control of her life. She bites her lip a little shy as he towered over her. The way his arms flexed in the tight blue shirt had her clenching thighs together. He reaches out and grabs her hand in his giving her hand a soft squeeze.

“Are you done runnin’ from me?”

”Who’s running?”

His left brow arched in response, questioning if she was really about to play this game with him. 

“Soraya.” He says her name so smoothly, enunciating the a at the end of her name. The way he said it had her feeling warm. She wouldn’t tell him that thought. She would never hear the end of it.

”Joshua.” She imitates the way he said her name, almost flirting back with him. A soft chuckle leaving his lips. He looks around the set, seeing as they were the only ones left except for some cleaning crew and security. With her hand still in his, he leads her out of the set.

“Where are you taking me?”

It wasn’t till his car came into view that they were in the parking garage. He takes her to his car, opening the passenger side for her. She looks at the car and at him. “Get in.”

”Why?” She asked. “Where are you taking me?”

Joshua looks at his watch, then back at her. “In the next thirty seconds, a bunch of people will be coming to get in their cars. Get. In.” It wasn’t a demand; more so a gentle reminder, that she was still famous and fans are relentless.

Soraya was tempted to call his bluff until the voices of several people echoed throughout the parking garage. She gets in quickly, letting him close the door. Joshua joins her just as the people came into view. Soraya sat in the passenger seat with her arms crossed over her chest. Her things were still inside the studio. 

“This can be considered forcible kidnapping.” She tells him.

“Not when you willingly came with me. You could’ve gone back to your dressing room or you know your car.”

She turns to look at him, back pressed against the window. She takes in the way his hair was cut into a fade, slowly getting longer at the nape of his neck. His warm skin glowing beneath the gold Cuban chain he had draped around his neck. A peak of gold shining in his mouth. 

“Didn’t give me a chance to.” 

He’s finally looking at her. She was feeling small under his hard gaze. He took note of the way she crossed her right leg over the left. A subtle smirk in the corner of his mouth.

“You never answered my question.”

Her face contorts in confusion, as if she didn’t remember what he asked her just ten minutes ago. “What question?” A deep rumble leaves his body, holding back a laugh. She was playing with him and he knew it.

”Don’t play dumb mama. I don’t like repeating myself.” The way he said it could be taken wrong, but there was a playful tone in his voice. 

“No one’s running.” She tells him.

He leans forward, resting his arms on the middle console. Their eyes lock on each other as he brings her closer to him. Their lips are inches away from each other. An often occurrence between them. This time there were no distractions.

“Are you done running from the idea of us?”