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New Beginnings Ch. 5
Timothy Thatcher x OC
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: brief alcohol mention
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The idea of Timperium not knowing who the father of the Folge Mir baby is stresses me out SO much, like...I get the concept, but I don't think they really want to explain to this kid when they take a 23andMe test and find out that their legal dad ain't their bio dad that hey sport, we actually didn't know who your father is until now because your mom consistently fucked all of us for months on end! Enjoy that knowledge! (not to mention all of the legit reasons like medical history and whatnot)
Thank you for inspiration, anon.
Part Fourteen of Folge Mir
word count: 1,092
“You know, the baby’s blonde… that’s probably why she’s so cute. She’s obviously mine,” Marcel tried to brag.
“Shut up, Junior,” you sighed, “I thought we weren’t going to do this?”
“You know, I think the baby is Tim’s. She has no front teeth!” Fabian said.
Tim chuckled, “She’s an infant, Fabio! She doesn’t have teeth!”
“Her eyes are blue,” Walter said, “It could easily be Marcel’s or Fabian’s.”
“You have light eyes too,” you pointed out.
“Do we have to do this?” Tim frowned.
You kissed Tim’s cheek, “Aww, don’t feel left out!”
“Right, she still has no teeth!” Fabian teased again.
“Yeah and neither will you if you don’t st-”
“Do we really want to know?” You asked, cutting Tim off before he could finish threatening Fabian. “Who the bio dad is?”
“Me!” Marcel grinned, “I don’t need a test to know she’s mine. Look at her, she’s blonde!”
Walter sighed, “At some point she’s going to wake up and ask us.”
“And c’mon, aren’t you curious?” Fabian asked.
“A little,” you mumbled, “But there’s the no way I’m walking into the clinic with all four of you without feeling like a whore.”
Marcel chuckled, “I’ll take you, Liebe. It’s probably mine anyways!”
“I want to go with her,” Tim said.
“No, you both got to go to so many of the appointments, I didn’t-”
“Have some respect, boys,” Walter started, cutting Fabian off.
You frowned, “I’ll just go alone, it’s okay.”
You took a step back, glancing once at your child, who was sleeping peacefully in Fabian’s arms. As much as you didn’t want to say it, the baby was most likely either Fabian’s or Tim’s. They’d been the ones to actually cum inside you all those months ago, and to be honest… it was probably Fabian’s. Tim had cum in you first, but your daughter’s eyes were blue.
You could feel their eyes on you, and they all started to speak at once. You rolled your eyes, unable to decipher what anyone was saying. Instead, you decided that you’d just head to one of the bedrooms to get some peace and quiet. Sitting down on Marcel’s bed, you let out a sigh. You knew they’d get competitive over it. That was the last thing you wanted.
“Hey, Doll? Are you alright?” Tim asked, and your head shot up, thankful that Tim had come alone. “We’re not bothering you, are we?”
“No, it’s fine… it’s just, I don’t want you guys fighting over her.”
“We’re not. Trust me, we’d all be happy with whoever turned out to be the father. Although I am pretty certain it’s Marcel. Look, if you want to pick someone to go with you, I’d love to do it, alright? But, don’t go alone, Doll. You’re not alone in this. Any one of us would love to take you.”
And then Marcel practically begged you to take him. He baked cookies (although I’m sure Fabian had to help him) and folded all your laundry for you. Then he gave you this big smile. This big, dumb, stupid smile he always did whenever he wanted something. And he asked you. And just like always, you couldn’t say no to that smile.
So, Marcel went with you. He held your hand in the lobby, he wore a carrier on his chest so your daughter could sleep on him, and you’d never seen him so excited.
The tough part was answering questions. You knew you’d be asked about potential fathers. Having Marcel right beside you when you announced that you had four potential baby daddies… it was a little awkward. The nurse gave you a look and you looked down, a little shamed, but Marcel squeezed your hand with a smile on his face.
The smile on his face fell when the nurse announced that he wasn’t the father of your baby. Instead, it was DNA Sample #3. Marcel drove you home, slight pout on his face.
“Baby, quit sulking,” you sighed, placing a hand on his knee.
“I’m fine,” he said.
“No you’re not, you’ve been pouting ever since you found out it wasn’t yours.”
Marcel sighed, “Well, I mean, I love you both so much, I kind of just assumed… that this feels right, you know? Besides, c’mon, aren’t I your favorite?”
“Only on Tuesdays and Thursday, love. But really, if you’re that upset, why don’t you just put a baby in me your damn self?”
Marcel smirked, letting out a little chuckle, “I might just do that.”
When you arrived home, you were extremely nervous. You knew Tim and Walter would both be excited if they were father, but Fabian wasn’t as thrilled as the others. And you had quite the feeling that he was sample #3. You weren’t told the order in which they gave samples, but Marcel had told you he was #1.
“Do you have the results, kleine?” Walter asked, reaching to hold your daughter. You carefully handed her to him, it was always so cute so see him holding someone so small and little.
“Yeah, are you guys ready?”
“Judging by Marcel’s face, it’s not him, is it?” Fabian asked.
You nodded, “Nope. Not his. Okay, I don’t know who gave sample #3, but, congratulations! Or sorry, I guess?”
Tim grinned at you, and seconds later you were engulfed into a tight from hug, several kisses pressed onto your forehead.
“Aww, Doll, that’s amazing!” He said, leaning down to kiss you, “Guys, I’m the dad!”
“Thank God,” Fabian mumbled.
“Congrats, Tim.”
Marcel shrugged, “She doesn’t even look like you, Tim.”
“Well, they’re both missing teeth-”
“Say that one more time Fabian, and so will you, I swe-”
“Probably recessive genes,” Walter shrugged, “If anyone in either of your families ever had blue eyes, it’s a possibility.”
Tim gave you the biggest smile, “Wanna make some more, Doll?”
You were about to reply, when Marcel practically pushed Tim away from you.
“Nope, I get dibs on the next baby.”
“You can’t call dibs on being a father!” Walter yelled.
Fabian hid his face in his hands, “This is a fucking nightmare.”
“C’mon, I want one!” Marcel said, pulling you into his arms.
“Do you want to have another baby?” Walter asked you, and you blushed as you nodded. “If it’s okay with her, then go ahead, Junior.”
Marcel beamed at you, and as soon as you has smiled back at him, he scooped you into his arms, taking you to his bedroom.
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Comerte Entera
Jay White x Female Reader
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1155
Warnings: Fluff? Enemies to lovers, sexual innuendos, the beginning of smut.
Summary: Jay hates the new backstage event coordinator and she hates him back.
Inspired by C-Tangana’s song, “Comerte Entera”
A/N: Was listening to this today and the first thing that came to mind was enemies to lovers with Jay. Despite the title being in spanish, the story is written in english! (there will be a bit of spanish and portuguese in the mix because of the lyrics.) Also, maybe y’all should listen to the song while y’all read it.
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Here you can find all of my work! It’s separated by wrestlers on alphabetical order. Warnings are inside of each story. Enjoy!
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Just One Night
Timothy Thatcher x OC
Rated M for Mature (18+)
Request: Lumberjack Thatch
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“Why are you even bothering, this place isn’t made for a girl like you.”
Those words echoed through her head on the drive up to the old cabin.
‘I don’t want to do this, why didn’t someone else fix this place to sell it why am I stuck dealing with it.’
When her father passed away she assumed someone else would deal with this cabin, since it was always made clear to her that she never belonged out here
‘In and out, I’m not going to be living off the land any time soon’ she told her friend on the phone that morning on the way out the door.
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Näher | PT.07
Walter x Axel Dieter Jr x Fabian Aichner x Female Reader (Nicknamed ‘Hase’)
Mob AU!
Rating: Mature (Minors DNI)
Word Count: 1848
Warnings: Very tiny bit of angst and a whole lot of smut. It’s a foursome my dudes, oral (female and male receiving), fingering, PiV, cum play.
Summary: Walter has some secretive business and Hase is not happy.
A/N: Well, blame this lmao.
Pt.01 | Pt.02 | Pt.03 | Pt.04 | Pt.05 | Pt.06
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Canvas
Jay White x Female Reader
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1337
Warnings: Flufflity, fluffy, fluff. Sexual innuendos, cursing, friends to fwb to lovers, mutual pining.
Summary: Jay is super tired after his flight back from Japan.
A/N: Yeah, yeah, another one inspired by another Lana Del Rey song, what about it??? Again, doesn’t have much to do about the lyrics, it’s much more related to the vibes it gives off to me.
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#i want what the oc’s having#jay white#jay white x reader#jay white imagine#njpw imagine#fics that i like
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Fearless Fighter - Timothy Thatcher x OFC
summary: inspired by “Grass Stains” by Microwave
word count: 988
Tim groaned as he reread his work, trying to quiet his frustrations. He didn’t want to wake her up, she was peacefully sleeping on the couch beside him, curled up so she wouldn’t be in his space and bother him. He let his eyes drift over to her, so calm and so peacefully asleep. Tim was envious of her in that regard. She had a stable job. She was an accountant and she hated it, but at least she had a steady income.
Tim so badly wanted to have a steady income. But, he’s yet to publish a book that got enough traction to support himself. Sure, he has a few fans who always reads what he releases, but none of his books ever become popular. So, in order to make ends meet, he participated in ameteur fights, using his skills in catch wrestling to bring home money. No matter how many times she begged him to stop, swearing she had enough to support the both of them, he couldn’t let her do it all alone. Despite all the times she said it was okay.
He thought, maybe if he had a better place to work on, maybe his quality of work would improve. Tim was distracted as he looked at his wife, still curled up beside him. She didn’t like going to bed alone, but Tim can’t ever work in bed, so their compromise was that she’d nap beside him. But he couldn’t focus, not when there was something so beautiful beside him.
If I could concentrate
It would have turned it great but I can't
He still can’t focus, millions of revisions going through his brain, but he doesn’t have the willpower to get it all down. So, he set down his laptop, and scooped up his partner into his arms. She stirred in her sleep, instinctively clutching onto Tim.
“Just taking you to bed, baby,” he mumbled, carefully setting her down in their bed. He settled down beside her, sighing as he wrapped his arms around her. “Goodnight, love.”
And I'll probably never be a famous writer
And while Tim seemingly has given up on the fact he’ll never be as famous as Hemingway-fuck that guy anyways-, he doesn’t give up on his dream. And she’s so supportive of him, she even goes out and buys him a desk and a chair for their bedroom, that way she won’t distract him while he works.
But I can read and write okay
He’s proud of his next release, so he figures it can’t be too bad. After all, she had inspired him to write it, and she’s his entire world, so of course he think it’s great.
“Tim, I loved it!” She had told him after she read it, her cheeks pink as she threw her arms around him.
“Did you really, Doll?” He couldn’t help but grin, the verbal praise causing goosebumps on his skin.
“Of course! You know, I think the new workspace really paid off!”
He blushed, unable to stop grinning, “Aww, well, thank you for that, Doll.”
“I know it’s gonna be a hit!”
And I'll probably never be all that successful
Would you love me still the same way?
While Tim’s latest novel isn’t an instant success, he’s starting to receive royalties, and he starts saving up his fighting money. But she’s so supportive, that Tim can’t help but feel like he’s worth a million bucks.
I still don't have the means to buy nice things but I'm over it, it's cool
Tim sighed as he inserted his debit card into the chip reader, the ring turned out to be more expensive than he initially planned, but he needed to show her that he wanted her forever. It’s not the biggest diamond, it’s not the most lavish ring, but he knows she will value the meaning behind it more than anything. It’s more than Tim can really afford, but she’s more than worth it.
And I'll probably never be a fearless fighter
But, I can fight this off today
Tim’s body is aching as he opens their apartment door, blood still pouring down his sides, crimson staining the dark grey hoodie he had thrown on after his match. Her eyes widened, immediately reaching to tear off his hoodie, gasping when she saw the blood.
“Timmy, holy shit, are you-”
“Baby, it’s fine. It’s just a little blood,” he tried to reassure her. He frowns at the way her eyes water, her fingertips gently reaching out to his wound, shaky sobs starting to escape her. “C’mon baby, don’t cry, I’m okay.”
You'll probably never love me like I love you
But I love you still the same
Sometimes Tim wonders maybe he loves her more than she loves him, but he’s always proven wrong. Maybe it’s a little bit of self-doubt, causing him to worry, but she gets over her tears and tries to clean Tim up. And she’s so careful and loving with him, that Tim knows he made the right move earlier by buying that ring for her.
I'll probably never be a famous writer
But I've accepted it, it's okay
And when Tim sat at his desk, body defeated after that brutal fight, he still tried his best to edit his next upcoming novel. He wanted something he could be proud of. Tim doesn’t notice when she gets out of bed, but he can feel when she puts her arms around him. He melts into her touch, and he can’t believe it when she tells him, “I’m so fucking proud of you, Tim.”
You'll probably never love me like I love you
And in that moment, Tim couldn’t possibly feel like anyone could ever love anything more than he loves her.
I love you still the same way
And still, maybe there’s some self doubt on both ends, but they both know they’re right for each other.
#this is so good#im having a lot feels 🥺#timothy thatcher imagine#timothy thatcher x ofc#timothy thatcher#fics that i like
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I want to be the oc so bad
Don’t Look - Marcel Barthel x OFC bodyguard AU
summary: you’re the daughter of a multi-billionaire who won’t let you leave the house without a bodyguard. After driving several bodyguards away, you’re told you have to keep this one. part two
word count: 1,243
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Love? - Marcel Barthel x OFC (SMUT, 18+)
summary: it’s not the easiest relationship to describe
word count: 1,340
warnings: smut, 18+, unprotected sex
“How the fuck did you fall in love with someone you don’t even like?” Tim asked her, trying to hold back his laughter.
“Clearly not by fucking choice, idiot,” she snapped back at him.
Marcel was… not someone she expected to fall for. She was a bit of a free spirit, always liked to have fun, but when it came to Marcel… it was just different. Yeah, they’d constantly tease each other, call each other assholes and bitches, but sometimes his eyes would linger on hers, and she’d catch him staring and her heart would race. She couldn’t explain it.
She hadn’t felt love in a long time, but, that feeling when Marcel looks at her… it had to be that.
“No need to be so hostile, short-stack,” Tim replied, “They always told me, the shorter they are, the meaner they are.”
“Shut the fuck up, who the fuck-” She cut herself off, the way Tim raised his eyebrows at her made her realize that, yeah, maybe he was right. “You have a point. I’m sorry.”
Tim chuckled, “I’m always right, doll. So, back to that German dude, you don’t really want his bratwurst, do you?”
“Want is not the right word,” she told him.
“Okay. You know, I’d steer clear of him if I were you.”
“The man professed his love for you on live TV, and you’re gonna do him this dirty?”
“He told me to step in line. Fuck that. I deserve better and yeah, so do you.”
She sighed, “Unless ‘better’ also has a huge dick and will meet me in my hotel room in an hour, I guess Marcel will do.”
“What? How do you know if he’s big or not.”
“He already DMed me, Tim. I’ve seen it.”
Tim shook his head, “Oh God. Thank God we’re not sharing a room tonight.”
“Realistically? I doubt he’ll last more than ten minutes, so even if…”
“Okay. So let me get this right. You’re gonna fuck Marcel, but you don’t like him, but somehow you’re in love with him? Short-stack, you’re my friend so I’ll always have your back, but, I can’t really be supportive here.”
“Timothy, I’m in a dick drought. If I don’t get any tonight, I’m not sure I’ll make it.”
Tim looked at her as if he’d seen a ghost, “Is that Oney over there? I think gonna do anything other than stand here.”
“Oney? That’s also an idea,” she mumbled.
“Stop! Why are you so deadset on fucking every single person I’ve ever been friends with?”
“You’re not even friends with Marcel anymore, I apologized about Tyler, and I will not be going anywhere near Ciampa, so he’s safe.”
Tim rolled his eyes, “Stay away Oney, okay?”
“You know, by saying that, you just make me want to-”
“Short-stack, please stop talking.” Tim begged, and she giggled when he walked away, muttering “It is so stressful being your friend.”
She started walking to her rental car, ready to head over to her hotel room. Marcel was standing by her car, giving her a smirk.
“Hey babygirl. You ready?”
“Shut up.”
“Yes ma’am!”
And it was silent as she drove him to the hotel, Marcel almost too nervous to speak. He figured, they already didn’t get along, so anything he might say would probably piss her off and get her to change her mind. But, he does get brave enough to put a hand on her thigh, and notices the way she inhaled, making him realize that he wasn’t the only nervous one.
“Do you want to pull over? Why wait for the hotel, right?” Marcel asked, his cheeks immediately turning red when she rolled her eyes.
“Do you ever shut up?”
He’s completely silent again, and she can’t help but feel bad. Maybe, just maybe she could be honestly and tell him the feelings she was avoiding.
She was in love with the giant idiot.
He sometimes brought her chai tea after training, and despite all the painfully obnoxious flirting, he was funny. And besides, the arrogant asshole factor to him was definitely a ploy. As much as Marcel tried to look disinterested, he was always texting her and replying to her as soon as she sent him a message. He was in deep. And secretly, so was she.
“Hey, I’m gonna say something… and if you make fun of me for it, I’ll literally never forgive you and I’ll hate you forever, so… ready?” She asked, wanting the guilty feeling in her stomach to stop.
“Okay…”
“I don’t actually hate you, alright? I know I’m a total bitch to you, but you know… I actually really do like you… and I know we said no strings attached or whatever, but-”
“I feel the same way,” Marcel grinned at her.
She blushed, “Aww, do you really?”
“Yeah. I’ve… I’ve really liked you for a long time actually.”
“Simp!”
He chuckled, “That’s just mean.”
“I’m kidding. I do really like you too.”
They both grinned at each other, the same exact look they gave each other as they laid on the bed, clothes flying everywhere until he was finally inside of her. She moaned as he laid over her, pumping slowly at first.
Neither of them wanted to acknowledge how red their faces were, nor the fact they were in love with each other both too stupid to just say it.
He picked up the pace, going faster. She let out a loud moan, feeling her stomach start to churn. “Oh, fuck, Marcel!” She moaned out, still moving her hips against his. She felt him get even deeper inside, which left her surprised because She assumed he was all the way in. He sped up, every single thrust hitting her g spot and driving her crazy. “Oh! Faster, please, I’m gonna cum,” She warned him, feeling her self get close. “Harder,” She moaned out, wanting to feel even more.
His thrusts went harder and deeper, and She moaned out very loudly, her nails digging into his back as she started to cum. He increased his speed and his roughness, making her scream out in pleasure as her orgasm took over. He smirked at her, slowing his pace when she was calming down. “Fuck, Marcel!” she sighed out as her orgasm slowed down.
He kept thrusting, a little slower than before, “Oh shit,” he moaned out, “You feel so good.” He slowed his pace, breathing a little heavy. We stared at each other, and he leaned down slightly, kissing her deeply. She kissed him back, her hands going to the back of his neck. He pulled away, giving her a slightly nervous smile.
“I love you,” he whispered, taking her by surprise, and making her smile widely.
“I love you too,” She told him, and she nearly melted at the big smile he gave her when she said that.
He leaned up slightly, picking up the pace with his hips. She moaned, feeling him get pretty deep inside of her. He started to thrust a little faster, and she moaned loudly when a hard thrust hit her g-spot. She moved her hands towards his chest, digging her nails into his abs.
“Fuck!” She moaned loudly as she rocked her hips against his. He smirked at her, breathing a little heavily. His thrusts became even harder, and faster, and he was starting to get breathless. He thrusted even harder, something she didn’t think was possible. She let out a loud moan, screaming his name out as she started to cum again, her legs shaking from the sensation. “Oh, oh Marcel!”
“Oh, fuck!” He moaned, his eyes rolling back as he thrusted harder, starting to cum. We stared at each other, both breathing very heavy. He pulled out of her slowly, smiling down at her. He rolled onto the bed, laying down beside her. She moved over, resting her head on his shoulder.
“Will you stay, tonight?” She asked him.
“Of course, liebe,” he whispered, kissing the top of her head.
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Brat
Marcel Barthel x Reader
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1,384
Summary: You’ve had enough of him.
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Kiss Your Wounds
Kyle O’reilly x Reader
Rating: E
Word count: 2,278 (yikes!)
Warnings: angst, cursing, blood
Summary: after a horrible situation between Kyle and Adam, Kyle confesses something to the Reader.
This is the first time i post something like this in ages, i apologize with the grammar, English isn’t my first language, hope y’all like it.
I’ve been friends with Kyle for a long time, but that is just that we’ve been friends, neither he nor I have taken another step and, it’s because he already has someone else.
I was always afraid to confess how I felt, long before his relationship with Chrissy began, although there were times when I was able to confess to him and even he seemed to feel the same, but in the end, it was not like that or at least I didn't let it happen.
Between Adam and Kyle the tension has grown for a long time, it was difficult to explain but for some time now the great bond of friendship has broken little by little, they started with little jokes that escalated to tensions, then they were cursing each other, and finally we got to the situation in which we found ourselves; kyle and adam hitting each other outside a bar, while Roddy and Bobby tried to separate them, sadly taking quite a few punches.
"guys, enough" Roddy yelled, people came closer and closer to see what was happening.
"Adam, stop it, Kyle let him go" I screamed as I could and in the distance I could hear someone calling the police.
"guys, stop, stop now, the police are coming" just at that moment, maybe destiny?, Roddy and Bobby could finally separate them.
All of this was too much, the tension, the people making a circle making the space smaller, the anger in the air grow stronger. Suddenly sirens are heard and the blue and red lights are seen closer to us, part of the audience that Kyle and Adam gathered began to disperse.
"Ok people there’s nothing else to see" said a police officer, the remaining people began to leave "you two are coming with us".
"sir, wait" I interfered "they already stopped, besides I think this will not happen again, right?" I looked at both of them, but honestly I doubt this will end here.
"I will if he apologizes," Adam said, then he spit out some blood from his mouth.
"Me? apologize? why would I have to apologize if the one who’s been acting like an asshole for all these years is you " I saw Kyle's knuckles turned white, trying to contain his anger.
"You're an idiot O’reilly" it all went so fast, we didn't realize that Adam managed to get free of Roddy, throwing himself at Kyle and punching him, causing his lower lip to bust and begin to bleed.
"ADAM NO" Roddy, Bobby and I yelled at the same time.
"Ok enough, the two of you are coming with us" as much as we tried to do something, we couldn't, Adam was being handcuffed and Kyle was already in the back of the police car.
"Y/N Roddy and I will get ahead to the station, we’ll see what we can do so this situation doesn’t get worse".
"Here, take my car and meet us there, try to call Britt and Chrissy, we'll see you at the station" Roddy hands me his keys and they cross the street so they can leave in Bobby's car.
Calling Britt wouldn't be difficult, the difficult thing would be calling Chrissy. The two of us don’t have the best relationship, although we treat each other with respect and greet each other if necessary, we are not friends and I doubt that in the future we’ll be, I thought that Chrissy has noticed the way I feel for Kyle and that’s why she doesn't like me. But it wasn’t time to think about our "rivalry", it was time to get Kyle and Adam out of the situation they got into.
After talking calmly as possible with Britt and explaining what happened and where were I was going, I started to call Chrissy, she didn’t answer and I had already lost count of how many times I called her.
"Hey Chrissy, this is ____, look Adam and Kyle argued and it got a little bit violent, now we are on our way to the police station, please communicate with any of us as soon as possible" I said after her voicemail was heard—for the thousandth time—.
Once I parked the car I entered the station as quickly as possible, meeting Britt, Roddy and Bobby, Britt approached me giving me a warm hug.
"Where’s Chrissy?" Britt asked
"I don't know, I called her many times and she never answered, I left her a message anyway"
"Adam doesn’t come out of this alive, I have talked to him so many times, this stupid fight with Kyle has already gone too far" Britt sat in one of the reception chairs, with her hands she covered her face trying to contain the frustration and tears due to the situation we were in.
"I really want to understand how it all started, it was so sudden that I can’t connect the dots, for years we’ve been fine and now this thing in the bar, I don't know what caused it" I sat next to her while hugging her to calm her down a bit.
After a long wait, we were able to get Kyle and Adam out — all of us had to pay the fees that were given to them — they both looked bad, bruises scratches all over their faces and I imagine part of their arms and torso.
"Well, Adam and I are leaving, thank you guys very much, believe me if it was up to me he stayed here" Britt said, provoking a small laugh between us — but not from Kyle and Adam—.
"Well, I think we’ll have to talk about this" said Bobby "but not now, we are tired, it’s best to leave it for later".
"Ah Y/N, your car is in the parking lot of the bar, take mine and tomorrow after training I’ll take you for it" said Roddy "will you take Kyle to his house?" He asks, I nod with a little smile, we say goodbye and everyone goes their own way.
“Let’s go” I said
As I could, I took Kyle to the car, he slowly sat in the passenger seat letting out occasional groans of pain. I started the car, the sound of the engine was the only thing that could be heard, I didn't know what to say and the truth was I didn’t know if there was anything to say, until he spoke.
"Did you call Chrissy?" Sure, there was no other reason why he would talk to me, not even an apology for the scene they both made, which was fair and they owed us.
"Yes, but she didn't answer," I replied coldly, making him understand that I didn't want to talk to him and I started driving.
The drive home was awkward and annoying, I wanted so badly to tell him how angry I was, how embarrassing it was for us to go to the station for a stupid fight that we didn't even know — or at least I didn’t— why it started. But my sadness and anger was bigger than the most probable thing is that the one who’ll end up crying would be me and not him, I was so deep in my thoughts that I had not realized that we arrived, I drove so naturally to his house, as I used to do before.
As I could, I took him inside laying him on his bed, little gasps of pain came out of him. Surely tomorrow he’ll have to go to the hospital to be checked, but that was no longer my duty (even if I wanted to be).
"Well, see you ..." I could feel his hand taking mine causing my heart to beat fast.
"No, please stay, at least until I fall asleep" his face reflected pain, I don't know if it was because his body was agonizing from the punches or it was because if I left he would be alone.
"Kyle don’t ... I ... I can't" I wanted to leave but again he took me by the hand a little harder, surely the effort hurt because I could hear his groan of pain.
"Please ... just until ... don't go" I watched a few tears come out of his eyes.
"I'm an idiot, I shouldn't have acted like that, it's just that all these years, this accumulated frustration, I couldn't contain it anymore" I sat next to him.
"Adam has always been the best, the one who has everything, but Bobby, Roddy and I are always in second place and he really seem to not care, nothing matters, as long as he continues as spotlight everything is fine" Kyle tries to sit down whining with pain, I help him by putting a pillow so that it doesn't hurt anymore.
"At the bar he said something" I looked at him confused as he set his look somewhere in his room.
“What did he say?”
"He said that I was a coward and that the clear example of that was you"
"Me? and what do I have to do with that? " I asked confused, but my heart and mind knowing what he might mean.
"I ... for many years I have loved you, but Adam is right, I was a coward and I never told you, I fear rejection" he took a pause "I was close to telling you, but then I saw that you and Marcel ... well"
"Between Marcel and me there was nothing" thanks to the darkness of the room Kyle could not see that my eyes began to water when I remembered the asshole of Marcel and the pain he caused to me in such a short time.
"Well, I thought so, that's why I started dating Chrissy, I didn't want to ruin anything for you, plus I didn't know if you'd correspond me"
"Kyle ... I felt the same ... shit who am I lying to, I still do it" I stood up I couldn't see to his face, I wanted to cry, but I didn't want him to see it, I stood in front of his window trying to distract myself with anything.
I feel one of his hands rests on my back while with his thumb caresses me tenderly, with his other hand takes my chin to turn my face, I put a little strength but in the end I turn and look at him, from his cheek rolls few tears, he brings his forehead to mine and I close my eyes, so I can't see him and I can avoid kissing him. I can't do it, he is with Chrissy I can't do this to her, she doesn't deserve it, it doesn't matter that we don't get along, no one deserves to go through something like this, I can't do this, I want to run and forget about everything, especially Kyle.
"Look at me" with his thumb he wipes my tears.
"No, please don't" I squeeze my eyes trying to hold back all the tears that wanted to come out.
"Y/N look at me" even if I resist I slowly open my eyes, seeing him a little blurred because of the tears that accumulated in my eyes.
"Kyle"
"Yes?"
“I love you..."
"I…"
"Let me finish" I interrupt him
"I love you, you don't know how much I do it, but this is not right, I can't do this to Chrissy, I know that we don't get along, but she doesn't deserve this" I walk away from him and I sit on his bed again, covering my face with my hands.
"Chrissy, you worry about her too much, when she didn't even care about what happened."
"So? that's not on me, I can't do this to her, I couldn't live with this Kyle "
At this point it was impossible to contain my tears and I began to cry, I didn’t think this moment would be so painful. I can feel how Kyle gets on his knees and his hands remove mine from my face, I look up to see him in the eyes and the pain in my heart intensifies more.
"Stay with me, hold me until this pain is gone, don't leave me" my heart breaks again, I can see the pain and sincerity in his eyes.
"I would kiss each of your wounds ... but" I let out a sigh "you are not mine and you’ll never be" I caressed his face with my thumb and brought our foreheads together again, the only thing that could be heard in the whole house was our sobs.
"Kyle, Kyle, are you here?" We separated abruptly, we recognized that voice immediately, Chrissy was home.
"No one answered me until Britt ..." Chrissy froze as she looked at the two of us sitting on the bed, far enough apart so she didn't suspect anything.
"Oh, hi Y/N I didn't know you’d be here" the atmosphere in the room had become tense and uncomfortable, I got up quickly.
"Yeah, mmm I just brought Kyle home, I'll leave you guys alone" Chrissy stepped aside so I could leave the room but Kyle spoke.
"Y/N" I turned to see him and i tried so hard to not cry anymore "thank you" he smiled at me.
"It was nothing, bye, take care Chrissy"
I got out of there as fast as possible, getting in the car and turning it on, on my way back home the best thing I could do was cry, I loved Kyle more than I loved someone in my life, I had never felt something like this before, but as I told him he’s not mine and I think he’ll never be.
#kyle o’reilly x reader#nxt imagine#kyle o'reilly#wrestling imagine#wwe imagine#kyle o’reilly imagine
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Näher | PT.06
Walter x Female Reader (Nicknamed ‘Hase’)
Mob AU!
Rating: Mature (Minors DNI)
Word Count: 2186
Warnings: Angst, smut and fluff, the holy trinity. Alcohol mention, annoying dude at a bar. Oral (female receiving), fingering, PiV.
Summary: Hase and Walter has to stay away from each other for over a year.
A/N: Blame Walter’s appearances on NXT and NXT UK this week.
Pt.01 | Pt.02 | Pt.03 | Pt.04 | Pt.05
Seguir leyendo
#this is so good#im 🥺#but at the same time#im 🥴#walter#walter wwe#walter imagine#walter x reader#nxt imagine
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Eager - Timothy Thatcher x OFC (18+)
warnings: SMUT, unprotected sex, choking, 18+ ONLY
word count: 876
“Fuck,” she mumbled, her back hitting against her door. Tim’s breath was heavy, ghosting over her mouth, his hands so tight on her hips that she wasn’t sure if she was even breathing properly anymore. Tim nodded slow, eyes meeting hers. They looked at each other with wide eyes, as if neither of them could believe that this was happening. That he was touching her and kissing him like this, and that she liked it. That her hands were on his cheek, an attempt to pull him closer because she needed the contact, she needed to feel him. They’d managed to get slightly tangled, her leg in-between his, and he was trying desperately not to grind her against him, needing to keep a little bit of space and respect.
“Do you want to come in?” She asked, her eyes desperately trying to read his face, wondering if he was as eager as she was. She could see his eyes widen more, almost panicked as he nodded eagerly, and she let out a sigh of relief, opening her door and letting him in. He’s barely through the door before he grabs her, pulling her in for another kiss. She leans against her wall, and he’s got her pressed against it, her hands pulling him even closer until his bulge is right against her core, and they’re both moaning lowly, unable their stop the feeling of kissing each other.
“Fuck,” he mumbled as he pulled away, and he knows that she can feel how hard he is against her. “You are so gorgeous,” he sighs, needing a second to collect himself.
“Tim… I don’t want you to stop.” She told him, “I need to feel you.”
He nodded at her, “Are you sure, Doll?”
“Yes, please, Tim!”
Tim’s face softened, almost a proud smile on his face. He can’t completely believe this, but he’s more than happy about this. He’s wanted her so badly, for so long, and she feels the same way about him. Her hands are meeting that dark grey button up of his, and he’s gently pushing her away.
“Patience, Doll,” he whispered, “Soon, okay?”
She’s squirming under his grip, but she’s still nodding at him, so desperate that she would do anything he could asked her. Tim’s hand reached up towards her throat, and she whimpered under his grip as he guided her to kiss him again.
His chest is tight against her, trapping her against the wall, and she’s still trying to tug him closer, almost like she wanted to sink into his skin. He pulled away again, moving down to kiss her neck, and she’s glad her neighbors moved out, because she’s sure she’s being louder than she needs to. But it felt that good. It felt so good.
Next thing she knew, he had picked her up, her thighs wrapped around his waist, as he pressed her deeper into the wall. They both moaned as he unzipped his pants, pushing down slightly. His hands trailed up her thigh, and she moaned loudly when he pushed her panties to the side, his long fingers dipping into her.
“Tim, please, I need you!” She begged. With a shift of his hips, he pressed himself against her, carefully sliding into her. She held onto him tightly as he fucked her, slow, but rough thrusts that had her moaning so loud. He groaned, lowly, burying his face in her neck as he thrusted into her.
She closed her eyes, letting herself just enjoy the feeling and the sensations of how warm and thick he felt inside of her. She could feel him rearranging her guts, how big he was.
But when she opened her eyes, Tim was gone. There was no body pressed against her, nothing, just the satin pink sheets of her bed. She groaned, cunt throbbing as she tried to ignore the fact she was dreaming something so objectifying about her best friend.
Suddenly she felt the shift in her bed, the cat Tim had gotten her jumped up beside her, already starting to rawr and complain at her.
“Not now, Gato, shut up,” she mumbled, “I didn’t mean that, I’m sorry.” She sighed, sitting up, deciding she needed to do something about that dream.
Pressing on his contact, she called Tim, hands slightly nervous as she hoped and willed that he would actually pick up. The man hated being on his phone.
“‘Morning sunshine!” Tim greeted her, voice slightly shaky.
“Good morning, Timmy. Hey, what are you doing right now?”
“Just finished my workout, was about gonna head out to get some groceries.”
“Do you want to come over?”
He cleared his throat, “Right now?”
“Yeah, if you’d like? Honestly, Tim… I miss you.”
“Aww, Doll, you’re making me blush over here. Yeah, okay, I’ll come over. I’m gonna stop by Target, do you need anything? Maybe something for Gato? Or if you’re hungry?”
“Actually could you bring condoms?”
She winced as she heard a crash, maybe even a shatter as he dropped his phone, and she could hear him scrambling to pick it up.
“Yes! Yeah! I’ll be there as fast as I can!” And Tim didn’t realize that he hadn’t hung up as he whispered, “Holy shit,” to himself.
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