#Excalibur reader
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Paring: jeonghan x you
Genre: fluff, 70's au, little to no angst
warnings: none, maybe a few swear words here and there
summary: jeonghan might be a cocky bastard but when it comes to you he will turn the world upside down, or so he claims.
words: 2k
a/n: I request each and every one of you to comment on this fic don't be a silent reader it helps me as an author to understand my readers and i would love to communicate with all of you. Constructive criticism is always welcomed by me so do talk about this fic or send me an ask. Plus if you loved it enough don't forget to reblog, it will help me reach a larger audience.
a/n 2: i heard a podcast and it made me want to write this fic because the love story of the two hosts was sooo damn cutee.
You knew Jeonghan from when you were literally a kid.
His father had moved to your city after a presentation from little Jeonghan on how to make a pocketknife using ice cream sticks that he learnt from his local friends, his mother mortified that her little sweet child would grow up to become a goon forced his father to change cities to go as far away from the place they physically could.
It was during his fathers pursuit for a stable Korean community in Canada’s ever-growing cities did he come across the name of your grandfather’s in the phonebook that sounded very much similar to his. Your grandfather being the trusting and kind man he was invited his father for a dinner in his house the following day and this event kickstarted a relationship between the two families wherein, his father bought a house six minutes away from yours in the small part of your city inhabited by mostly Asians.
You both had met when he was seven and you were only three, he still remembers babysitting you when you were in middle school as your parents trusted no one more than him. So, when he broke the beautiful glass table in your living room, he had skillfully blamed you resulting in a three-hour long lecture from your parents about taking care of ones possessions.
You hated Jeonghan then, you really did, so you refused to talk to him for the next almost five years.
Until you both found yourselves in a duet dance opposite to each other because it was the neighborhood talent show and it was mandatory for the kids to participate. Typical Asian parents.
To no ones surprise your dance number got a tad bit too much hype from the watchers and it kickstarted another full year of you both not talking to each other at all because of the teasing glances and suggestive remarks from adults and children alike.
The time you both talked to each other again was when it was you senior year prom at high school and your father being the overprotective man he was, did not allow you to go because according to him ‘prom is how American kids end up getting pregnant.’
He was wrong of course; kids get pregnant due to having sex but you being the soft-spoken kid you were did not have the gal to inform him that. You would rather spend the night being sad and watching Simpsons and crying about how unfair it is for your parents to not let you go and experience the night considered to rank number one in peak American high school experience.
This was the first time you saw Jeonghan as your lord and savior, which you obviously will never tell him because it will do nothing but fuel his over-the-top ego. But that day he had stepped in and talked to you father.
“It’s an experience and everyone should be able to experience it, I think you are wrong sir to take away this from your daughter,” he had oh so righteously said.
“Son, I would let her only if you take her, as I don’t trust anyone but you with my daughter.”
“So, I shall then.”
Now did this conversation shock you? Yes, it did especially your father’s response to Jeonghan, but you were not going to stir up any feminist conversation with your father right now, not when you just got the pass to go to prom.
That night was something you barely remember; it has been twenty years since then and you barely care about the overly hyped kids and the future alcoholics that you encountered that night. Now that you are wise and older, you understand your parents concern. Suzy from you class had become a mother at the prime age of eighteen, nine months later. You are thankful that your father made the wise choice for you that day.
That night from what you remember was just plain boring, you had come back at 11 to a quite house, had talked to the boy for the entirety of the night, watched the sunrise with him and at the end had hugged him thanking him for taking you to prom.
After that incident, you both had again gone onto your own ways and had not talked to each other for another year till the next family function, where you both were the only kids of the same age present as all your other friends were out of the country for college.
That weekend had sparked a friendship between you both, as you always stuck to each other’s side seeking comfort from one another as talking to anyone else somehow always circled back to your marriage and their extreme concern for your depleting eggs.
The friendship you both wove lasted a long while, throughout your college. Till one day you come back from a trip to Daegu, and he was there standing at the airport ready to rush you away from your family to the nearest Starbucks because he had some news for you.
Once in the café he informed you that he had landed the job he had been trying for right after finishing college. You were elated for him, so happy that you almost forgot to tell him about the potential marriage partner your parents had whipped up during your two-week-long stay there.
Jeonghan being the man he was asked you up front to marry him, confessing his hidden feeling for you and how the weight of them might have just decreased his height. Dramatic bitch.
You being brough back to reality told him no and stated the reason to be man you could have potentially married. He obviously told you to say no to this unknown ‘son of a bitch’ and accept his proposal.
So being the bigger person, because Jeonghan obviously refused to, you reminded him that you had never dated anyone let alone him and you will not marry a man you have not dated.
This conversation then ignited your relationship the first step of which was turning down the said ‘son of a bitch’ while telling your father you wanted to focus on your career more, which you really did. Fast forward six months and while keeping up the long-distance relation with frequent phone calls late at night because your parents might pick up the landline and eavesdrop if its during the day, while at the same time trying to search for a job near Boston went on.
On one late Sunday afternoon as you were sitting on the kitchen island sipping on coffee you got an email from on of the companies, you had given an interview to, informing you had gotten an onsite job that would require you to move to Cambridge, and you were over the moon.
So, the preparations began for your send off and again Jeonghan stepped in like the messiah he is. He is absolutely not one, you refuse to accept. The man went ahead and told your conservative father he will give up his life to take care of you, till this date you claim it will be the opposite if a situation like that befalls you both. After packing your bags, you were on your merry way to live with the man.
It took you both some time to adjust to the new settings he would be over at your place during the weekends and sometimes you would be at his. This continued for another year or so before one night as you both were laying on the bed together when Jeonghan suddenly piped up.
“I think you should see other people.”
Not understanding what he meant you turned towards the guy and asked, “what do you mean?”
“I know we will end up marrying each other, so I want you to experience dating other men too, so you don’t get to ever claim I was the only guy in your life,” he explained to you.
You had yet to get a taste of exactly how much of a cocky motherfucker you are dating, said innocently.
“But Jeonghan you are the only guy I ever dated.”
That was the end of that conversation that night before you both went to sleep, but his urging never stopped. It went on for a few days till one day your exhausted and a tad bit insecure self, lashed out at him claiming he wanted to cheat on you, and he wanted a break. So, you gave one to him.
Five years later during your sister’s wedding in Singapore was when his proposal was finally accepted. You had just arrived at the airport and yet again the man had swooped in and taken you away from your family under the guise of some kind of sound check that was needed to be done in the wedding venue.
That entire year you had a flower bouquet delivered early morning to your house with an apology letter, although the apologies lasted only for a month before you forgave the terrified man, who apologized profusely after you accepted to talk to him. Even though you did feel a bit bad after seeing him, the guy looked like he was living during the great depression.
After that all was smooth sailing and he never ever tried to upset you at all, but his playful nature persisted anyways, not like you minded that.
Your clueless self agreed to go with him and without a second thought he took you to the cables to take you to an island that was nowhere close to the wedding venue. As you were getting increasingly confused, you kept asking him where exactly you both were going. He kept deflecting the topic, so you ultimately gave up and, as another family came up on the cable car, you started talking about your flight that you took with your family. The poor man did not hear one word, he was sweating bullocks and was essentially confused why another family was in the cable car that he had fully booked for you both.
As the family got down at the end, he stopped you from doing so too claiming it is not the stop, even though it was the last one. It was then the nervous wreck of a man got down on one knee in front of asking for your hand in marriage once again, and you being so in love with him accepted to spend the rest of your life with the man.
The rest of it was history, you both had to tell your parents none of whom were shocked at all, rather relieved that you both had at last agreed to get married and be together forever.
Now ten years later and with your two children, you are perfectly content with your life. Waking up with Jeonghan beside you everyday sounds like a dream and you are happy it came true for you.
As you tossed around the bed you saw Jeonghan eyeing you in his half-awake state.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks.
“Us,” you answer snuggling closer to him.
“What about us, huh?”
“The way you forced me to date some other guy because you wanted me to have more experience in dating,” you laughed at the memory.
“Don’t tell me about that it still haunts me till this day” he retorts with a shudder.
“Why did you do it anyways?” you ask.
“I knew I was going to marry you so I wanted you to have some more experience with dating others so whenever you have an argument I could say ‘hey remember that looser you dated!’”, he answers with laugh.
With a laugh you slapped his shoulder exclaiming, “I sometimes forget how cocky you can get!”
"How else do you think I got the permission to propose you in someone else's marriage!" he states sassily.
With that Jeonghan snuggles closer to you some more, its Sundays anyways the kids are with their grandparents and you both have all the time in the world to just bask in each other’s presence and not do anything at all.
#svt#fluff#jeonghan#f2l#s2l#seventeen x you#svt imagines#svt fanfic#svt x reader#seventeen#seventeen imagines#seventeen x reader#seventeen fluff#seventeen scenarios#seventeen jeonghan#seventeen x y/n#seventeen x oc#jeonghan fluff#jeonghan x reader#jeonghan imagines#jeonghan scenarios#jeonghan x you#jeonghan x y/n#jeonghan x oc#excalibur fics
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can we just admire the beauty of krakoa for a minute ?
it’s literally so majestic and vibrant
If only the mutants could peacefully enjoy it 💀
#krakoa#xmen#knights of x#excalibur#x men comics#marauders#xmen x reader#mutants#genosha#x lives of wolverine#house of x#cerebro#hellfire gala#reign of x#dawn of x#x of swords#trial of magneto#jonathan hickman
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#beyblade#beyblade fanfiction#damian hart#gingka hagane#beyblade gingka#damian hart x reader#julian konzern#oc#team excalibur#anime#beyblade jack#beyblade smut#team starbreaker#my fiction#my fic#beyblade metal fury#zeo abyss
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Working the Commentary Desk (AEW Version)
As promised here is the AEW twin to the WWE version
You started out working Indy shows as a ring announcer
Eventually, you garnered enough praise that AEW and WWE wanted you to sign with them as a ring announcer
You politely declined the deal from WWE and signed with AEW
You were the alternate for Justin Roberts until they announced that good old JR had cancer and would be taking a multiple-week sabbatical to deal with the horrible disease
Tony had personally asked you to fill in for JR on Dynamite after he heard you animatedly talking to Justin about the wrestlers and their moves
He figured your bright and bubbly personality would make you a great commentator
In your first Dynamite on commentary, you were very nervous but Schiavone and Excalibur were great about explaining the inner workings of the desk.
During the broadcast, there were a few times that you fumbled over your words but you managed to recover quickly
The fans chimed in on social media and some people were negative, saying that you weren't JR and you knew you weren't, you weren't trying to be JR
Surprisingly a lot of the talent stepped in and defended you online, it was only your first night after all, they shouldn't expect you to be perfect at all times
As the weeks went on you grew confident in your role at the commentary desk
When your time at commentary was up the fans were sad to see you leave the desk for Dynamite
Tony decided to move you to the Dark and Elevation as a commentator
The fans loved hearing you there and were thrilled when you were moved to PPV Buy-Ins as well
of course, you had some naysayers about a woman on commentary *cough* C*rnette *cough*
but the IWC stood up for you
In the end, you were glad that ended up signing with AEW because you most likely would've been buried and released within a year or two of working elsewhere
So.. hi! it's been a hot minute. I know I always say that life gets in the way when I don't post something and it's true. I worked a nine-day stretch at work and that made me so exhausted I've barely been able to function. But I promise I will try and upload more. I mean it. Sending y'all love and good vibes until next time.
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NEW CHARACTERS!
i will now be writing for Soul Eater!!
Go check out my character sheet for details!!
more characters will be added, i just need to rewatch the series!
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Hiii I came here from your hxh fic 😭 it’s so well written! I was wondering if u planned on continuing it? No pressure or anything I’m just interested! :D I plan to take a look at your other fix’s as well, have a wonderful evening/morning.
Aaaaa my ancient hxh fic, I have some notes on how I want the next chapter to go but I’ve been so busy with life and other fics that I haven’t had the time to work on it. I really want to continue it but with how complicated the current hxh arc is I’m a bit too perfectionist? Nervous? Wary? About how I want SfE to go.
I hope you enjoy my other fics even if they’re a completely different vibe!
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hii!! its me again!! please could i request another spencer reid x female!reader where spence is just reading a book and minding his own business, and then the reader comes along and wants his attention bc she's feeling a bit needy, so she starts bugging him to get his attention and its just really fluffy and ends up being really cute :)) thank you!!
attention | S.R.
in which you attempt to get your boyfriends attention
who? spencer reid x fem!reader
category: fluff! tooth rotting sweet fluff!
content warnings: defined relationship, anna karenina, idk its just fluffy
word count: 569
a/n: howdy! thank you so much for the request!!!!! this was fun and sweet to write. i hope you enjoy <333
He was sitting on the couch, his nose buried in a book. Spencer wasn’t purposely ignoring you, but his reread of Anna Karenina held all of his attention.
You were sat in the reading chair, a novel open in your hand, but at some point, your eyes had wandered from the ink to your boyfriend. In your defense, he had just been in Oregon on a case for a week, and this was the first time you’d seen him since.
Tilting your head to the side, you looked at him, “Spence?” You whispered, not wanting to interrupt him, and hoping he would look at you when he finished his page or chapter.
He didn’t budge. He kept his hand covering his mouth and every once in a while, his lips would move as he read. Realistically, you knew that he would be done reading the entire novel within an hour or two, but books be damned, you had missed him.
“Spence?” You tried again, tucking your bookmark in your book, and setting it on the side table. “Spencer,” you called his name in a sing-song voice.
Like Excalibur from the stone, he stayed put. You couldn’t help but smile at him, because you had always been fascinated by his ability to get lost in a novel, let alone a novel he’s read countless times before.
Giving it a rest, you got up, refilled your glass of water, and sat back down at the opposite end of the couch he was reading on.
Spencer reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, giving you hope that his attention was off the book, but he just went back to the book, never even lifting his eyes from the pages.
You set your water down on the coffee table before turning to face him again, the leather of the couch was cold even through the fabric of your clothes. Instinctively, you moved closer to Spencer, who radiated heat like a furnace during all four seasons.
He adjusted so that his legs were more extended across the couch and kept the book at eye level.
Sighing, you said his name again before resorting to slightly more extreme measures. Making your way across the couch so that you could poke your head through the slot between the book and his body. Acknowledging you, he hummed and gave you a dopey smile. “Hey,” He murmured against your lips when you leaned forward to kiss him.
Feeling accomplished, you laid down next to him and settled your cheek on his chest, “Hi, Spence.”
Spencer moved his arms so one was holding the book up and the other was lazily scratching up and down your back, “Do you want to get dinner later?” He whispered lowly like he was in a library. Really, in his apartment that wasn’t much of reach.
You nodded against the fabric of his sweater, “Yeah.” You peeked at his book, “Are you reading Anna Karenina in the original Russian?”
He hummed, “I read a translated version on the flight home, I want to compare the two versions and see… Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I think you’re perfect,” you whispered before setting your head back on his chest. “Continue reading, I’m good here,” you said, closing your eyes, intent on taking a nap.
Spencer pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of your head, “You’re perfect.”
#criminal minds#criminal minds fanfic#criminal minds request#criminal minds fluff#spencer reid#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x you#spencer reid fanfic#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid imagine#written by margot#margot's asks#criminal minds fanfiction
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melting an ice heart | lmk
pairing: lee mark (nct) x fem!reader
genre & tropes: smau, mostly enemies to lovers but a little bit of fluff too don’t worry, sports au (hockey player x figure skater), grumpy x sunshine energy, lots of chaotic friend energy
general warnings: mentions of alcohol, swearing, bit of suggestive stuff but nothing happens, abuse (but only a little bit!), someone gets into an accident
synopsis: he’s the life of every party, the team heartthrob and mvp while she’s the stone cold ice-princess who will stop at nothing to get things her way. but when an accident intertwines the two more than they had hoped, will his fire be enough to melt the ice facade she’s built up or will they continue to clash and end up in ruins?
updates: mwf 8:00pm gmt+8 // 11:00pm gmt+11 on hold
taglist: open!
a/n; the way this fic is my attempt to getting the ice skating career i started but never finished, that and ever being friends with the people in this fic will forever remain a fantasy haha i hope you guys enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it!
masterlist
[im gonna update the titles periodically do not worry]
01. skater wannabes
02. over my dead body
03. gremlin from hell
04. make enemies not friends
05. delusional much?
06. hockey boy
07. mean girl reincarnated
08. id card
09. you tell me, is it?
10.
💌: @leefullsun @defzcl @ncityzenz @keemburley @syzavxy @doejaejung @softieluvsyou @leep0ems @nae-vm @hizhu @haechanielove @chezziy @excalibur-gone-missing @bluedbliss @girlwholoveslpreppyattire @planetkiimchi @swimmingismywholelife @cloudmrk
#nct dream scenarios#melting an ice heart smau#stxbrymochi maih#mark lee x reader#mark lee smau#mark lee social media au#nct dream smau#nct dream social media au#nct dream imagines#nct sports au#mark nct hockey player#nct as hockey players#nct hockey au#mark lee enemies to lovers
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IMAGINE PEDRO PASCAL X ACTRESS!READER
Summary: You and Pedro answer some internet questions.
Warnings: Implied romance, friendship,fluffy
I was up at the crack of dawn watching The Graham Norton Show due to my unhinged obsession with Pedro Pascal. That's where my hypothesis about Helen Mirren became more credible. I really hope you enjoy it, though.
"Hello, I am Pedro Pascal." He introduced himself, waiting for you to do the same. "And my name is Y/N, and today we are going to answer some questions from the Internet." You said as Pedro shook the jar with the questions written on small pieces of paper."Let's see what the first question will be." He said, turning the jar over so that you could pick one up. "What was the last song you listened to?" He leaned over to your side, reading over your shoulder. "Do you remember?"
"Let's dance by Bowie. I listened to it in the car when I was coming here." You said, leaving the paper on the table. "Whenever I'm feeling down, I put this song on, and everything is better. What about you?"
Pedro paused to think, looking distractedly to the side. "Someone sent me this video with the song Hey sexy lady and this has been on my mind since then."
"I think I know which video you are talking about." You laughed, raising an eyebrow. He chuckled and laid his head on your shoulder. "Well, next question. Are you good with accents?"
"Are you?" Pedro asked, as you shook your head negatively. "Come on, it shouldn't be that bad."
"The best I can do is a terrible British accent." And I'm not being modest; it's truly terrible." You rectified it, laughing. "But you, on the other hand, are good at it."
"I try; I've done a few different accents." Pedro said, moving his shoulders as if to ask something. "This is the way." He said it in his SNL Valley Girl accent.
You smiled as you shook the pot and motioned for him to take the next question.
"Recommend a book." He read, then tossed the paper aside. "I think I've mentioned this book before, but Gabriel Garcia Marquez's One Hundred Years of Solitude is a landmark in Latin American literature and well worth the read. Besides dealing playfully with social and economic problems, it talks about family, friendship, and love."
"That sounds interesting." You commented. "I would recommend Normal People by Sally Rooney. It's a great book, which in addition to telling the story of Marianne and Connel, deals with topics such as mental health, social classes and makes us reflect on how we impact people's lives and how they impact us."
"Nice." Pedro agreed, waiting for you to take a question.
"What is your celebrity crush?" You asked, and you can't deny that you were curious to know his answer.
"Tough question, there are so many people I admire." He began, adjusting his glasses. "However, if I had to pick one, it would be Helen Mirren since Excalibur. Oh Morgana Le Fay has awakened something in me.""She's wonderful." You agreed, taking a moment to decide. "My celebrity crush is Tessa Thompson; that woman is amazing. She could punch me in the face and I'd thank her for it." "Whoa!" Pedro muttered in surprise. "I don't even know what to say." He joked as you pushed him lightly to the side.
"We only have two more." You commented, looking through the last few papers. "Let's see what the question is." You said, unfolding the paper. "Were you a good student? Were you Pedro?""I was a student." Pedro paused. "Maybe I got into some trouble." He joked, holding your arm as he laughed, "But they were always normal things, like skipping class or forgetting to do an assignment.""I guess I was a good student; I got good grades; I was a little nerdy; and I never got into any trouble." You spoke, throwing a lock of hair back."So, you were a good girl?" Pedro asked and you bit your lip."You could say that." You mumbled, holding the jar for him to pick up the last paper.
"What's the one thing you wish you could tell your younger self?" He read, looking thoughtful for a moment. "I would say that everything would eventually work out and that some things tend to take longer to happen. And to never, no matter what, stop being who you are."
You smiled, gently touching his shoulder. Pedro stared at your face and returned the smile.
"I'd tell her to not be so hard on herself and to try to enjoy the moments without worrying so much about the things she can't control." You said sincerely. "Well, it looks like the questions are over."
"It was a lot of fun answering them; I hope you guys enjoyed it as much as we did." Pedro spoke, smiling. "Until next time." He said, and made the peace sign with his fingers.
"Bye." You spoke, waving to the camera.
#pedro pascal x reader#pedro pascal imagine#pedro pascal#pedro pascal x actress reader#actress!reader
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Title: Daylight
Rating: M
Pairing: Arthur x fem!Reader
Summary: Arthur always knew you and he would make a fine match.
...hiding all of our sins from the daylight...
I've now collected all(?) your husbands for my infinity gauntlets. a late merry christmas and an early valentines for you boo. @mrsragnarlodbrok.
“SORRY,” ARTHUR MUTTERS, “hands are rough.” He noticed how you pulled away from his calloused touch as he pressed the stained damp cloth against the bloody wound on the back of your shoulder—remnants of an arrow after Bedivere and the Mage helped him dig out the bodkin point. It’d likely been meant for him in the heat of the battle and he cursed himself seeing you fall nigh feet from him, pulled away to shelter by his kingsguard. Even with the power of Excalibur, he’d been unable to protect you—an age-old promise broken.
You lift your gaze from the charred stone floor, looking at your reflections in a fogged-over mirror on the opposite side of the room. Focus has his brows furrowed and lips pressed into a thin line. “You always say that,” you tell him, words slurred from the pain, exhaustion, and strongwine, and voice rougher than normal. This isn’t the first time Arthur Pendragon has tended your hurts and woes, and at this rate you doubt it’ll be the last.
Dried blood and sweat washed away, Arthur picks up the piece of tree bark with a salve prepared by the Mage to stave off the pain for a while and keep the wound from festering. Then, Arthur binds the wound with fresh linen and wipes his hands, kneeling in front of you—hands resting on your hips. You lay your hand on his cheek, thumb sweeping across his cheek, marred with dirt and soot. Leaning toward him, he meets you halfway, and you set your lips on his—a soft, fleeting kiss like the touch of butterfly wings.
“Thank you, Arthur,” you tell him, fingertips mindlessly combing through the scruff on his jaw. He straightens to full height but does so with a grimace. “You’re sure you’re not hurt?” You ask again.
“Just bruises,” he assures you, and this time, it seems like he’s being truthful, besides the few scratches on his hands and the slim, already scabbed-over, cut on his forehead.
Arthur sits next to you on the edge of the bed, looking toward the open balcony. You both can hear the joyous shouts and chants. Bedivere and the others will only be able to satiate the men for so long. They will want to hear from the one who led them to victory. From the Born King. “They’ll be waiting for you to give a speech,” you tell him.
“They’re waiting to go headfirst into the barrels of grog,” he amends, but if the out-of-tune songs are anything to go off of...
“Sounds like they already have,” you laugh. Tonight, there will be revelries for the victory against Vortigern and his forces. In the following days, there’ll be feasts to honor the fallen and growing lists of preparations for a coronation. But right now, Arthur Pendragon doesn’t want to be a king just yet. Right now, he’s content just to be Arthur the street rat, especially when you lean your head against his shoulder and link your fingers through his—and then he’s certain there’s no one else in all of England for him except you.
“HIDING FROM ME? Or everyone else?” Your head quickly swivels to the side, only to relax at the sight of Arthur approaching. You cannot help but wonder how he isn’t cold. He's not dressed anywhere near as layered or warm as he should be for the winter evening, but somehow, he manages to look cozy even in just a scarlet linen-and-wool doublet. Stepping back, your eyes flit up to the scarlet-tinged leaves, still clinging to the branches of the white-bark birch, before looking beyond to the fresh falling snow.
He stops at your side and looks up, too. “Was just thinking about what a bad influence you’ve been on my person,” you tell him, a small half-smirk creeping onto your features. Arthur tilts his head back in amused question, then stares up at the leaves and the silver sliver of the moon peeking through the winter clouds. “As I recall, I was an innocent girl before you came along and ruined all that.”
His blue eyes narrow, arms crossing over his chest. “You’ll have to refresh my memory on how I did that, darlin’.” He moves a little closer, and you sense his ploy, twisting and ducking when he moves to grab you.
You face him with brows raised, smiling. “Such a brute,” you taunt, “grabbing at innocent girls in the castle courtyards at night. Is that any way for the King of England to behave?”
Arthur only rolls his eyes, trying to smother another smirk, and this time, he catches your arm as you move around him. It takes little strength to move you how he wants—pressing you into the trunk of the great tree at the heart of the courtyard. His hands press against the smooth bark beside your head as he leans in enough to look down at you. The glint in his eyes is mirthful, but there’s something else shining in his gaze too—you’ve seen that look a dozen times now, and you’re almost afeared to think about what it can mean. “Maybe you have a point,” he drawls, wearing that crooked, boyish grin that makes your heart flutter.
Your laugh almost catches him off guard. His hand slips down to run gently along your waist, the other toys with the hair at the side of your head. You lean back into the tree more, relaxing as your hands find his waist to rest on. “My father sends his kind, innocent daughter to study in Londinium, and what does this strong, noble boy do?” Arthur raises his brow. “He shoves her against a wall in an alleyway because he has no reasonable way of expressing his feelings with words.” He was just a street rat orphan and you were the daughter of some fancy lord from far away—opposites in nigh every way but more alike than you ever could have imagined. “I was never the same after that.”
His head dips down into the crook of your neck, nose training across your throat and inhaling the scent of roses and lavender. “No,” he smiles, voice low—more of a muttering husk—lips twitching as he pulls back, glancing to your lips and up, “but you’re more fun now.” Your expression falls flat, and Arthur laughs. It’s nigh impossible not to grin or melt at the sound and how little it seems you’ve heard it of late—and by Merlin’s beard, he’s impossibly handsome with laugh lines crinkling the edges of his eyes and a lopsided smile. Leaning further into him, his breath dances across your cheek, the back of his fingers brushing along your neck.
You exhale shakily, and Arthur teases you again with light presses of his lips along your jaw and neck—hands smoothing up and down your waist as he does. For a moment, your hands find their way to his chest before you remember how open the courtyard is and that anyone can happen upon the two of you like this. Glancing around, you breathe his name in a flustered whisper, hand pressing against his chest—the last thing a new king needs is rumors to turn into scandal.
Arthur takes a step back, giving you both room, but then there’s a new glint in his eyes. The playful mirth disappears from his cornflower eyes, replaced by something more serious—kingly, even. It’s something he’s been thinking about for years. Maybe even since the two of you first met by happenstance in the streets of Londinium and struck up an odd friendship. But over the years, Arthur thinks he cannot just call you a friend, not anymore. What he feels runs deeper than that, and given his newfound title and responsibilities...“I’ve been thinking,” he starts.
“And does it pay well?” You quip in a poor attempt to lighten the now solemn mood.
He rolls his eyes, exasperated, unable to hide how his lips quirk upwards. “Would you let me finish?” And so you do, unsure what he must say or ask that warrants such a dramatic change in his usual demeanor. Arthur reaches for your hand, the rough pads of his fingers curling around and into your palm. He stoops forward, lips brushing against your knuckles—reverent. “I’d like you to stay,” he breathes, straightening back to full height. Your brows furrow. “Here,” he adds, “with me.”
You know what he is asking of you—marriage—and it should be an easy answer. Yes, of course. You’ve loved Arthur since before you knew what the word truly meant. But given the events of the last few months and the precipitousness of his proposal, you’re left speechless, heart beating in your throat until all you can do is run to the haven of your chambers with tears pricking your eyes.
A LOUD KNOCK on the great wooden door echoes in your bedchambers. You rouse from sleep, righting the oversized tunic hanging off one shoulder in an attempt to appear decent at the late hour. Part of you already knows who will be waiting on the other side, but when you crack open the door, it still surprises you to find him standing before you—wearing only a loose, nigh threadbare tunic and pair of dark britches. “Arthur,” you greet, rubbing the sleep from your eyes before motioning for him to come in.
There’s still an uneasy air between you after the earlier events and conversation in the courtyard—his proposal. “I shouldn’t’ve….” he starts as you do. “I should not...” You both fall silent, eyes searching the other’s face for an indication of who will be the first to speak, the first to act, but there’s only silence.
“Yes,” you quickly tell him—the shock of his initial proposal has faded, and now you’ve never been more certain about something in your life. You still can’t say what it is that caused you to react in such a way—Arthur’s the only man you’ve ever loved, the only person you could have ever thought of having a life with, even before all this Born King shite. The answer is ‘yes.’ It had always been.
“Yes?” He repeats with furrowed brows, not sure he’s heard you correctly. “I’ll stay” —you reach to comb your fingers through his close-shorn beard, and he leans into the touch— “with you.” Forever.
He smiles, and it’s as though a great weight has been lifted from his shoulders. Arthur cradles your face in his hands, thumbs running over your cheekbones. You smile for him, and he leans toward you, closing the distance. His lips are on yours in an instant.
You answer his kiss, slowly at first, then with more fervor when you settle your hands on either side of his neck, drawing yourself closer. Parting, you press your forehead against his and meet his heated stare. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited to hear you say that?” Arthur asks, breathless.
Then he’s kissing you again and again—hands straying to your waist and backside, pulling you closer, tighter. And it fans the embers burning low in your belly to flames. Arthur breaks the kiss with an anguished groan—fighting a losing war with himself. He brushes back the hair falling in front of your face, the rough pad of his thumb running over your lips. “Tell me to stop,” he mutters—it’s almost a plea. And then he’s adrift in your soft and dark gaze, knowing if you do nothing to stop this, he’ll be acting on countless years of love and pent-up desire.
“No,” you breathe, catching his wrist and sliding his hand up from your neck—peppering his fingertips with gentle kisses. He watches you, lips parted and heart aching. Closing your eyes, you draw in a slow breath, and with a final kiss to his palm, you guide his hand to rest on one of your clothed breasts.
“Arthur.” You speak his name as though it is a quiet prayer. “I want you.” He pulls on the string at the neck of your nightshirt, loosening it until the gauzy material falls off your shoulders—puddling around your ankles,
Though bare, you still hold his clear blue gaze. He goes silent as he draws in a sharp breath—eyes dart over the length of your body. His eyes darken, though, a mix of lust and adoration. “Think this is the longest you’ve been qui–” He cuts you off with a kiss, and one of his hands rises to cradle your cheek—the side of your neck again—and his lips coax yours open.
You sigh into his mouth, hands instinctively dipping under the hem of his roughspun tunic, fingertips trailing over the taut muscles of his abdomen and the scar on his ribs. Arthur breaks the kiss, quickly shrugging off his shirt, and lets the undyed piece of wool fall to the floor.
Then, suddenly, he lifts you off your feet effortlessly. You hastily grip his shoulders for balance until he lays you on the bed—standing back to take off his trousers, and you watch him with a weird mixture of hunger and wistfulness as he strips. Arthur kicks aside his discarded clothes, then crawls onto the bed, making room for himself between your thighs—his clear and cold gaze burning with the warmth of the Sun and never once straying from yours.
You gaze tensely at his face as he studies you. His expression is greedy and appreciative, and the firelight glowing in his eyes just makes him look all the more ardent, and the longer he stares at you without doing anything, the more restless you are for him to act. You want his touch, his cock, his lips on yours, and all he’s giving you is this appreciative greedy stare, and it’s not enough.
Arthur kisses you again, and then he leans away from your lips and kisses the angle of your jaw. His mouth travels to the side of your neck, and your pulse flutters in your throat. His lips are surprisingly soft, and as his mouth trails from your neck to your collarbone, the delicacy of his kisses makes you feel lightheaded —a mix of pleasure and disbelief.
He nuzzles your collarbone, then places a kiss just above the swell of your breast, and you arch helplessly toward his mouth. The heat of his breath wafting over your breast, making your nipples go taut with anticipation, and when the scruff of Arthur’s beard brushes over your nipple, you jolt and make a helpless little mewling sound. You twine your fingers into his golden hair, trying to hold him in place against you. But Arthur shoots you a quick smile, then shuffles lower on the bed still and kisses your breast —and you twist your hips, hands slipping from his hair to his shoulders.
A sob leaves your throat—not a crying kind of sob, but an instinctive noise tore from your throat without your permission. He lifts his mouth from your breast and smiles at you, and you stare stupidly at his handsome face—the spark in his clear eyes and the boyish smirk twisting his lips.
Arthur palms your breast and squeezes gently. He shuffles lower still on the bed and places a sweet, open-mouthed kiss on your navel, and your sense of surreal disbelief ratchets to a nearly unbearable degree. His mouth drifts lower now, the scruff of his beard tickling your belly as he presses his lips to the skin below your navel and eases your thighs further apart.
Arthur places a kiss between your legs, and your mind goes blank with pleasure.
“You alright, darlin’?” He smirks. You stare at him, too stunned by pleasure to find a clever response. Instead, riled by the teasing sparkle in his face, you spread your knees wide. His gaze drops between your legs, and his expression darkens with interest as he places his hands on your knees—stroking up to your thighs. He places another firm, wet kiss between your legs, and a helpless moan leaves your lips, and he hums with approval, a smug, half-growly little hum.
You gasp in a breath, realizing you haven’t been breathing at all. Arthur lifts his head to look you in the eye. “Relax, love,” he croons, smoothing his palm over your belly as he laps at your cunt with slow hot sweeping strokes of his tongue. It’s not long before a finger presses into you, working you slowly open.
Your hips jerk softly along with his movements, and there’s unspoken interest in his gaze as he stares down at you, relentless in his efforts to see you come undone. His tongue and lips are at your clit, fingers stroking and curling deep within you. You jolt, and then he moves slower, dragging over the sensitive spots he’s discovered inside you and leaving your nerves tingling with every touch.
Pleasure washes over you in waves, making your calves twitch, your fingertips feel numb, and that high-pitched mewling noise leaves your throat. Overwhelmed—enraptured—you buck your hips toward his face and clench your fingers convulsively in his hair, and he keeps licking and kissing you until you can’t take it anymore. You pull on his hair to stop him, and he finally pulls away, lips glistening in the moonlight and fading glow of the firelight. “Enough,” you groan. “Need you.” It’s nigh a broken plea.
You shudder as he moves, situating himself between your thighs, calloused fingers dipping into your cunt to gather your slick and spread on his hard cock as he strokes himself. “Arthur, please,” you whimper, impatient, and he won’t keep you waiting.
He slides his cock through your folds before his angle changes just slightly, and on the next pass, your breath stutters as his cockhead presses just inside you—barely splitting you open. Arthur’s hand grabs your hip and angles you up just a bit so he can slide deeper inside you, and you cling onto his biceps—feeling his scars press into your palms and admiring the way his muscles flex under your touch.
Arthur hisses through his teeth when he fully seats himself inside your warmth, then releases his breath slowly and smiles at you. “You’re lovely,” he murmurs, twining his fingers through yours, pressing the back of your hands into the mattress. From the moment Arthur first saw you in the Londinium streets, he knew your fates were intertwined—just as your bodies and hands were now. He trembles at this personal heaven, then draws his hips back, starting to move.
You laugh breathlessly, mindlessly. “Charmer,” you pant, hooking your legs around his waist. You roll into his thrusts, pulling him deeper. His ragged breaths and grunts mingle with your sighs of pleasure—panting scarcely keeping up with your racing heart.
He huffs in amusement. “Can’t say that’s something I get called often,” Arthur says as he pumps his hips slowly, teasing you and pleasing you almost more than you can bear. Then he lowers his lips to yours in a kiss—there’s something sweet on his tongue, like honey wine.
His whole body begins moving, surging, and writhing against yours. One of his hands releases yours and caresses your cheek before he slides it down your body. Without thought, your body arches into his hand as it moves, ripening under his touch—thoughts clouded by lust and love. His fingers find your clit at the same time his mouth latches to your neck.
Another guttural cry bursts from your lips. He’s pounding into you now, and he’s still holding your hand while his other grips your hip. Your breathing is loud, and so is his, and his hand is tightening on your fingers. He drags in a breath, then expels it in a strained groan.
He shudders, then pounds into you hard, twice, thrice, and then he pauses with his cock deep inside of you. His jaw clenches, and his grip on your hip is so tight that it’s almost painful, but you like it—just as much as you like the guttural sound he makes as he shudders in completion. A few long seconds later, he gasps in a breath, then sighs and releases your hand. “Fuck,” he groans, holding his weight above you on shaking arms.
You beckon him to lie atop you, his golden head pillowed on your breasts as his breathing steadies, sighing when you kiss his hair and whisper a quiet, I love you, for him to relish. He stays sheathed inside your warmth, unwilling to part just yet. “I love you,” he murmurs in turn, never tiring of how you smile when he says the words. Sighing, he rolls to the side, and you whine at the loss of him and the empty feeling between your thighs.
He lays on his side, and you pillow your head on his outstretched arm, nuzzling close against his chest and threading one of your legs through his. Arthur presses his cheek to the crown of your head and strokes your hair as the first dregs of daylight break over the horizon, shining upon England, Camelot, and his future wife and queen.
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☆ LOVE IS IN THE MEOW.
In which Chifuyu Matsuno forgets to feed his cat after getting into a fight, and is also obsessed with Shoujo manga. Not to worry, though, he found someone to care for him and Peke J. 1.7k wc. Chifuyu is a bit ooc, fem! reader, injuries mentioned. Inspired by "Me and Excalibur", the fifth extra chapter.
Peke J was... a hungry cat. Enough to get CHIFUYU MATSUNO into hot water.
'Are you really going to take care of it yourself?'
His mother's question had found itself lingering on his mind as he rushed out of his room, too engrossed in the emergency meeting the Tokyo Manji gang had scheduled for the afternoon, thereby leaving the black cat with no meal. It was well past midnight, and the blond had yet to return. Another late dinner for the feline.
With an open window, Peke J opted to explore his surroundings, settling for whatever he found to chow it down.
Peke J let out a soft meow. It was pitiful and weak. The cat growled as he jumped from his owner's window to the one above him. As the black cat landed on the fire escape, he felt his stomach rumble. An emergency meeting in Tokyo Manji meant a confrontation was inevitable, but it also meant poor Peke J was left with no choice but to munch on scraps he found on the streets.
Meooowr.
This time, it was high-pitched, loud, and cranky. The cat grew irritated as he looked at his own reflection in the closed window. Hunger had struck again, and Peke J's upstairs food supplier was nowhere to be found. A sudden, salty aroma broke the cat out of his trance, carefully jumping down the landing to follow the smell of fresh fish.
This led the cat to his owner's downstairs neighbor, a young woman named Yn Ln. You awaited the cat; sitting cross-legged on your landing, in front of you laid a plate filled with canned tuna. The cat wasted no time in approaching the plate, relieving his desire for food.
"You hungry, pretty baby? Did your owner forget to feed you?"
Busy devouring the plate in front of him, the cat could only let out a muffled purr.
"I'll take that as a 'yes'."
Truth was, his owner did forget to leave food on his plate before leaving; Chifuyu Matsuno struggled to balance his life as a delinquent and a feline father. Unbeknownst to him, his raven-haired neighbor from upstairs fed him whenever Peke J approached his window, leaving Chifuyu with the impression that his cat was well-off in his own care. And now, it was up to you to care for the cat, which had quickly consumed the tuna off the plate.
The cat groomed himself, licking his paws and whiskers so there was no residue of his meal. You took this as an opportunity to pet the cat, running your fingers through its rich, black fur. Your fingers traced the scar next to the cat's ear, with him pushing his head forward, melting into your touch.
"What's your name, kitty?"
The cat purred in return, climbing onto your lap. He laid there as you softly embraced him. Peke J grew fond of you with each passing minute, as pampering was something his owner did not provide during the day. You got ahold of his collar, admiring the cross it had hanging from it. As your looked for his name tag, a voice was heard. It was a whisper-yell, coming from the landing above.
"Peke J!" the voice whispered, "where are you, Peke J?"
Instinctively, the cat sprung up from your lap, meowing as he climbed the fire escape in search of his owner. Curious, you followed Peke J, going up the staircase which led to your neighbor's window.
"You should really care more for your cat, y'know? Poor kitty was desperate for food."
In front of you stood a young man. He was blond, handsome, with gorgeous green eyes. You wondered why you hadn't met him before, because you swore you would have remembered a face as mesmerizing as his. The cuts on his face ultimately answered your doubts, as he had been beaten to a pulp. Bruises, a black uniform, a white sash wrapped around him, gold lettering—
There was no doubting it. He was a gang member.
"And you should mind your business. Peke J is well taken care of."
He immediately regretted his choice of words. Defending himself from his neighbor's implications was in Chifuyu's nature, but he did not mean to come off as abrasive. He stood in front of you, face red from embarrassment. He was captivated by you, taking in your beauty while you crossed your arms and stared at him with a blank expression. Even when mad, you were simply charming.
Chifuyu was internally scolding himself, because he was a total fool for saying the first thing that came to mind. Did his advice for Takemitchy turn to dust? Were the Ai Yazawa works he read worth nothing? The girl in front of him was beautiful, and he completely shunned her off. No wonder he didn't have a date for New Year's.
"It becomes my business when your cat comes to me for food. I'm Yn Ln, I live on the floor below yours."
The boy had been given a second chance, it seemed, and he was more than willing to take it. The collection of Shoujo manga sitting in his bedroom had taught him that, if anything, chances like this are hard to come by. He was not about to ruin this.
"Name's Chifuyu Matsuno. Thanks for caring for Peke J while I was gone" he replied with a bashful smile. Your eyebrows furrowed with worry as you studied his face, concerned with the boy's injuries. He had some cuts and scratches on his cheeks, a bruised eye, and a few traces of blood on his nose.
"You... uh... need any help with that?" you asked, gesturing to his face.
He nodded, not wanting to say anything that could jeopardize this opportunity. "Come with me, I have a first aid kit in my bathroom" you smiled, stepping down the stairs and entering your room through the open window, leaving the blond to follow after you.
Chifuyu Matsuno was nervous.
To be quite frank, he felt like shitting himself. It was not the first time Chifuyu let another person tend to his wounds, having his friends patch him up at their homes or hideouts.
This time, though, it felt different.
Because the person who was to treat his wounds was a total babe, and his mind was clouded with every possible scenario he read on the mangas he had stacked on his bedroom floor.
He sat on top of your bathroom sink as you pulled out a cotton ball from a small bag which sat in Chifuyu's lap. You soaked it with alcohol, positioning yourself in between his legs as your hands reached for his face.
'A classic', he thought, 'though it would've been nice if she were the one sitting.'
And it was, indeed, a classic. It was a typical scenario straight out of his magazines: a boy, a girl, and a room so cramped with little to no place to move. To Chifuyu Matsuno, this was perfect.
With a gentle grip on his jaw, you guided your hand towards his cheek, brushing the soaked ball onto his scratches. Chifuyu was used to the sting of antiseptics, so he showed no reaction as the ball stroked against his skin. On the other hand, you were anxious, afraid of causing discomfort on the boy. He noticed how your movements became stiff, with the ball now barely touching his injuries.
"Is this the first time you do this?"
You nodded in response, "I've fed cats before, but I've never had to patch up their owners."
He smiled, getting ahold of your hand clasping the cotton ball and bringing it closer to his face.
"Don't be scared, I won't bite."
Still, you were delicate, careful enough to not apply excessive pressure. His eyes gently closed, slowly relaxing into your touch as he absentmindedly let out a content sigh.
"Seems like you're already used to this" you commented while discarding the used cotton ball. He nodded in response, softly laughing. "I've had worse."
Curiosity had gotten the better of you, as you took out another cotton ball from the bag. "What happened?"
This prompted the boy to recount the events that occurred during the afternoon up until midnight: the meeting with ToMan, the brawl, and the punches he received (and returned). He went on and on, even narrating his background and how he became vice-captain of the first division. It was strange for him to open up, especially to someone whom he had just met. Nonetheless, he felt a sense of comfort with you, seeing as you saw past his 'tough, gang member exterior' and saw him for what he truly was.
A (very) carefree feline father.
You reached down to his lap, taking out bandages from the bag. You placed them on his skin, softly pressing them to make sure they stuck properly. He was patched up, and it was time for him to go.
"All done, Matsuno."
His eyes fluttered open, and his lips formed into a smile. "Drop the formalities, it's Chifuyu" he laughed, "thanks for patching me up."
His body was unconsciously leaning towards yours, and before he knew it, his lips were placing a quick kiss on your cheek. His body acted on its own, and with wide eyes and the color drained from his face, he nervously awaited your reaction.
To his surprise, you leaned in to peck his cheek. "If you need help next time, just stop by" you whispered, "whether it's with injuries or Peke J, I'll be more than happy to help."
He was about to get off the sink when he noticed the shift in your gaze as you leaned out. Your eyes drifted off towards his lips, with your lips being slightly parted. Chifuyu took notice, and with half-lidded eyes, he gently brought you closer. Feeling your breath on his lips, Chifuyu experienced giddiness like never before.
"May I?" he asked. He made a mental note that, if he succeeds tonight, he would spoil Peke J rotten.
You did not reply, instead opting to close the gap between you and him. Chifuyu felt like he was on cloud nine as his lips slammed into yours. Your hand went up to carefully hold his cheek, and he snaked his arm around your waist, bringing you even closer. This was way better than his magazines, this was dreamlike. Every protagonist from every novel he had read—they could suck it—because Chifuyu Matsuno had outdone them all.
Oh thank you, Peke J. Thank you so—
Meoooow.
Chifuyu pulled away as he sighed in defeat. You smiled as your eyes met the blond's.
"Quite the needy cat you have there, Chifuyu."
In his mind, Chifuyu was cursing out his cat. Because God bless Peke J, but God damn him too.
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Paring: wonwoo x you
Genre: lovers to exes
warning(s): angst
summary: wonwoo realizing that good things dont last unless one takes care of them.
words:750
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Wonwoo had realized you were the love of his life from the prime age of fifteen. You obviously were not aware of this revelation of his, but you did not need to, he was fine with keeping it secret from you till he was comfortable with sharing it.
He had met you when you were six and though a series of unfortunate events, wherein you shoved his face in dog shit and he pushed you into the lake without knowing you could not swim, you both became best of friends, almost inseparable.
The first crack in your ever so strong friendship came with Wonwoo realizing his feelings for you, he stopped talking to you trying his level best to make sure it goes away. It resulted in you breaking into his house to inquire his sudden disappearance from your life and decreasing his life span in the process.
He had his first serious conversation with you about your relationship then. After spending the whole night talking, you both realized you were equally in love with each other and felt the innate teenage need to get into a relationship.
That was the second crack. Now that he thinks back to that day, he realizes the foolhardy risk you both took. It just resulted in a lost friend and a broken relationship.
That was five years ago, both of you were young and dumb, and did not know how to actually work out a relationship. Now at the age of twenty, both still young and dumb, but wiser than your fifteen-year-old selves stand in the living room of his college dorm teary eyed and exhausted from the conversation you just had.
"Maybe it's time we take a break you know experience the world, because I don't really have the energy to do a long distance anymore Wonwoo, not when it's just me putting the effort." You spoke.
That was the topic of the argument, 'his extreme ignorance to your presence', as you had stated, taking utmost care to point out all the time when he went wrong and how you are the only one putting enough effort.
In return he had used up his energy to point out valid reasons as to why he was not able to be available for you in his schedule. His head is throbbing, and he would very much like to have a glass of water but alas the predicament he is in refrains him from doing so.
"let's break up then, what are we waiting for", he says.
All he gets is a scoff from you as a reply. You turn around while running a hand through your hair, you mumble something that sounds similar to 'prick' and walk out of his dorm slamming the door shut.
Maybe if he would have tried to understand where he went wrong instead of making excuses, maybe if you would have tried to understand his predicament or maybe if you both would have sat down for a discussion, you could have salvaged the broken relationship of yours.
But that was not the case here, you both were too deep in your emotions to even try and feel the others, the years in uni had made you both incapable of accepting the changes you both went through. It has made you both hardheaded souls who refused to accept their own shortcomings and blame the world for everything when they could easily fix the problem with accepting their faults instead of defending them.
You were Wonwoo’s first love, and he knows he was yours, but maybe good things do not last long or maybe to make them last one must put in effort, which you both just refused to do. He knows before anything else you both were friends; he does not know if you will be anymore, but he sure does hope that the friendship stays.
Maybe he is a prick he thinks, but you are no less, he knows both of you are equally at fault here, but he will take the easy route this time too, he will blame you because it takes too much courage to blame one’s own self.
He just hopes when the storm dies down you come back to him maybe not as a lover but as a friend because you are too precious for him to lose, and he hopes you think the same as him. Because at the end of the day, you are best of friends.
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The Descend and the Resurface
Damian Hart (Beyblade) x OC
Summary: OC comes from a complex background, and in the midst of trying to save it all and help her family she enters a strange arrangement, which will change her life forever.
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Tags: Beyblade, Beyblade Metal Masters, Jack, Damian, OC, smut, nsfw, team Starbreaker, team Excalibur, dr. Ziggurat, Hades Inc.
A/N: Hope you enjoy! Please let me know what you think :)
Chapter 12
My lips trembled with emotion, no one has ever spoken to me this way, but then again no one ever considered asking me anything: even my parents considered themselves a priority over me. I was just a money-making tool for them. Even with the Starbreaker deal. Though he was cruel and vicious, Damian was kind enough to show me what my life actually was: anything but mine. And it never was. The choice was never mine.
“Well?” He purred, raising an eyebrow: “What’s it gonna be, Princess?” he said the last word in a particularly mocking tone.
I leaned in and kissed him, my eyes closed and my knees weak from fright. At the same time I felt a freedom I’ve never felt before: I couldn’t deny my attraction to Damian any longer, even if this got me humiliated and kicked out of Hades I needed to release my emotions: I needed to acknowledge there was always something captivating about him that I kept pushing away because of Julian and my parents.
Damian broke away by taking a step back, and when I opened my eyes I saw a face I would never imagine Damian making - his eyes were wide, but his irises shrunk from disbelief and his lips parted in shock. I broke into a silent sob: I fucked up. I fucked up so much. My knees gave way, and I slowly sunk to the floor.
“Impossible…” he uttered: “you… you called me cruel, you… hate me?” his voice was shaking, there was no confidence or malice from earlier left in his words.
“I don’t hate you” I sobbed: “I was in denial of how attractive I found you.” The truth just spilled out of me, like the cursed box after Pandora opened it.
“But…” his voice and stature recovered a little: “you cried after I defeated Julian?”
I looked up at him without saying anything, my heart sunk in my chest. He just stood there, looking absolutely confused, frozen like a statue. I decided to get up and leave, to pack my things and leave before things got any more embarrasing, any more unbearable. Slowly lifting myself up from the ground, I sighed and wiped the tears away from my eyes:
“I’m sorry. I will leave now.”
Damian marched over, the gleam back in his eyes: “No you won’t, kiss me again.”
I managed to let out a gasp before embracing him, our lips reuniting again. I could tell he was inexperienced, but that made it even sweeter. Slowly, step by step, I pushed myself into him, making him in turn step back towards the bed until he tripped backwards and flopped onto the crisp white sheets. I climbed on top of him, feeling the heat picking up from underneath my jeans. I kissed his neck all over even though his choker was in the way, and slowly lowered my hips down onto his. His breathing picked up as my hands ran through his soft hair; I couldn’t get enough, I wanted to immerse myself into him, he was irresistable. I felt a bulge underneath my jeans, and just when I was going to kiss him again I realised his hands were not caressing me anywhere. I opened my eyes, and saw his curious but frightened expression:
“I want you...” I panted: “So bad.”
He lifted himself onto his elbows: “I… I’ve never been with a girl before.” He utttered this so quietly, I could never have even imagined I’d hear him this embarrassed. I pushed him to lay down again, and then removed my top: “If you want me to, I’ll guide you.”
He nodded slowly, and I got up to unzip my jeans, sliding them down slowly to get his reaction to my black lace thong. His eyes were full of lust, but I could tell he was still hesitant. I helped him unzip his uniform, giving him kisses all along his neck and shoulders. He was very defined, but thin, his skin pale as if it never saw the sun. After undoing my bra, I guided him on top of me, letting my hands roam across his back until I felt some strange shapes on the centre of his back, on his spine.
“Arrangement” he whispered into my ear with a low, barely audible groan because he accidentally grinded against me while I slid my thong off.
“Are you ready?” I whispered back. As a reply, he kissed me with force, pushing my head into the pillow. I brushed my inner thighs against his sides as I slid my feet up to his black boxers, slowly sliding them off and grabbing his warm throbbing cock with my hand and sliding it down my wet, tender pussy until it reached the epicentre of my heat.
“Enter.” I whispered into his ear, and he obeyed; immediately sliding himself into me, cautiously at first, but groaning with pleasure after passing the enterance. I gasped and whimpered at the sensations: “oh yes… yes Damian.”
He was slow and cautious, moving in and out at different paces while looking at me for approval: “Damian… more” I panted before he picked up the pace. I moaned like a little slut who got exactly what she craved, resting my feet on the back of his calves. I felt so soft and sensitive in his hands, and so greedy:
“Don’t stop… please don’t stop” I moaned, pushing my hips up against him to get more friction while he was thrusting mercilessly into me until he suddenly stopped, looking at me mischeviously:
“Beg for it.” He said in his famous condescending tone, with a smirk.
“Please!” in my heat I wanted to waste no time, grinding myself against him impatiently.
“Please… what?” He purred into my ear and pushed my hips into the mattress with his so I couldn’t move them anymore.
After a groan from his force, I realised he wanted me to stroke his need for dominance: “Please…fuck me…”
He softly put his hand around the back of my neck, just holding me with no pressure added, and picked up the pace while looking me in the eyes. I tried my best to keep the contact, but my eyes slowly rotated back into my head out of the pleasure that was taking over me. I released a long sigh as I was approaching my climax, but I opened my eyes and gasped when he finished suddenly. He was panting, and remained inside as his cock pumped his warm seed into me, sweat dripping down his fringe. I also breathed heavily, and slid my hand down between us to finish myself off. He watched me carefully, with focus and curiosity. I enjoyed his gaze, and kept it while I was stroking my clitoris with his cock still inside, slowly arching my back in pleasure until my walls came together in climax, announced by another long sigh.
When I opened my eyes again, I saw him grinning back at me as if he was both mesmerised by what had just happened, and incredibly satisfied with himself. With my walls still pulsing in pleasure, I pulled him into another kiss.
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no other will do - e.m.
Summary: You're home from college for the holidays. Eddie's playing a show and he wants you to be there. How can you say no to the boy you've been in love with since freshman year?
Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader
Word count: 4.8k
Warnings/tags: mean girl who is jealous of reader, friends to lovers, absolutely lovesick eddie. this man is so in love with you!!!
Eddie's waiting in front of the gate when you come out.
You'd honestly believed you'd convinced him not to come. Five times on the phone you had told him he didn't need to. It's a long drive from Hawkins to O'Hare International Airport. You're on break, Eddie's probably busy; there's no way you'd expect him to spend a day chauffeuring you to town.
But there's his van.
Eddie is not dressed properly, despite it being November, clad in a leather jacket and jeans. His hair is tied back in a ponytail. You're struck with the urge to run over and kiss him.
No! No. Bad Y/N. You'd gone to college four states away for a reason. Yes, it had the program you wanted and branching out of Hawkins was necessary. But more importantly, it gave you ample space to get over your longtime crush on your best friend.
Mission failed, obviously.
"Eddie," you call weakly, waving.
He looks up and his face splits into a grin. Eddie meets you halfway to the van, taking your suitcase.
"I distinctly remember telling you not to pick me up from O'Hare," you say, following him to the car.
"How long have we been friends?" Eddie asks. "You should know by now that anything you tell me not to do, I'll do it."
"So if I had asked you to pick me up, you wouldn't have?"
Eddie pretends to think about it.
"Hmm. Nope. I'd still be here. Gotta make sure Hawkins' princess arrives safely."
He loads your suitcase and closes the door. Then he turns to you, beaming. Your heart does a flip-flop.
"Missed ya, sweets," he says softly.
"I missed you too, Eds."
He pulls you into a hug and you melt. Eddie’s warm and smells like that familiar spicy cologne you’ve been homesick for for the last three months. All the promises you'd made yourself about not getting soft and dumb for Eddie Munson fly out the window. You're hopeless. And he doesn't even know it.
He releases you and opens the passenger-side door for you, then gets in on the other side.
"This is pretty," Eddie says, turning the ignition.
He tugs on the hem of your green knitted sweater.
"Oh." You swallow. "Thanks. It's new, I got it at a shop near school. They have a guitar store, you know?"
"Yeah? Did you go inside and wow them with your knowledge about heavy metal?"
"No," you giggle. "I'd never look at guitars without you. 'S sacrilegious."
“Sacrilegious, huh? Am I some kinda guitar god?” Eddie grins.
“I’m not gonna answer that and blow up your already giant ego.”
“Ego! That’s it. Outta the van, princess.”
“No chance,” you say, clicking your seatbelt. “Royalty deserves proper treatment.”
“You called my bluff,” he sighs. “I have a hard rule about never kicking pretty girls out of my van.”
You turn to look out the window so Eddie won’t see your reaction to that. He starts the car and pulls out of the pickup zone.
“Hey, so,” he says. “Speaking of guitar gods, we, uh… got a gig.”
You snap your head back.
“You did? Where?”
“It’s called Excalibur, ‘bout twenty minutes from Hawkins. Kinda feels like a sign,” he chuckles.
“A paying gig? Eddie, that’s amazing! I’m so proud of you,” you gush.
Eddie’s suddenly shy, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Really?”
“Of course I am. I always believed in you. If anybody can be a rockstar, it’s you.”
Eddie glances at you, then back at the road. He seeks out your wrist and squeezes. He might as well be squeezing your heart.
“Thanks, princess,” he says fondly. “Well, so, what I wanted to ask is: will you come? I’d get you in for free, obviously.”
“Eddie, it’s a business—”
“That can afford me bringing a plus one,” he finishes with a wink. “Non-negotiable.”
“You want me to come? I’m not exactly heavy metal.”
“Of course I want you to come, sweet thing. You’re my best friend and you’ve supported me from the start. I know it ain’t your scene, but you don’t have to stay the whole time! We’ll probably go eat afterwards and you can meet the others.”
“Others?” you ask.
“Yeah, well, since we got booked, we’ve been scoping out the place. We met this other band, Birds of Prey. The lead singer, Missy, she’s cool. Real Janis Joplin vibes, y’know?”
“Oh.” Missy. Of course Eddie had met a girl. You couldn't expect him to just not. Eddie’s a sweet guy. Funny. Handsome. Love of your life. Et cetera.
“So you’ve met a lot of… girls?”
Eddie glances at you and shrugs.
“Some.”
“Like on dates?”
Shutupshutup. Eddie’s too clever for you to be asking direct questions like that. You might as well hang a neon sign around your neck that says jealous!
He laughs.
“I’m really not the kinda guy people go on dates with, angel.”
Which is not true. At all. If you can figure out Eddie’s a winner, any girl with a half a brain can do the same. But you don’t tell him that, because you’re selfish and pathetic.
“I want to go,” you say instead.
Eddie lights up. “Great! Oh, awesome. It’ll be a bitchin' show, promise.”
“I don’t doubt it.”
Eddie seeks out your hand, rubbing your knuckles. You smile despite the acute feeling you’re sealing your doom.
Friday comes fast. You spend most of your time before Eddie's show agonizing over why you love tormenting yourself. Then he rings you up and asks if you'll come over for a pre-show soiree. And because you're a sucker for Eddie Munson, you say yes.
You've been to the trailer before. It's not strange at all for you to be here. Wayne knows you well. But for some reason, this feels different. When you saw Eddie everyday, you could pretend. His constant proximity was normal then. Now, after three months apart, you're a lovesick calf. It's just like when you'd first realized your crush on Eddie back in freshman year. You'd been an absolute mess and it'd nearly cost your friendship.
You've sworn not to make that mistake again.
Eddie’s room currently looks like a tornado ran through it. Clothes are strewn everywhere. You dodge a flying bandana from your place on the bed as he continues to rifle through his closet.
"Eds," you sigh. "Does it really matter what you wear?"
"Of course! It's a statement."
"But the whole point of metal is to not care," you say. “Come back so I can do your other hand.”
Eddie obeys. He kneels one leg on the bed and sticks his unpainted hand out. He’s got a bit of black kohl around his eyes and brand new spiked boots. You make sure not to look at his face for too long so you don’t do something really stupid.
You laser in on Eddie's fingernails, carefully painting them with black nail polish. He holds his breath every time you get close, still as a statue.
"Actually, the point of metal is to protest societal structures you don't agree with, like the government,” he says. “Metalheads definitely care if you're not dressed for a concert."
“But I thought everything in your wardrobe is metal.”
“Yeah, but—” Eddie gestures to his Metallica tank top. “This isn’t concert metal. I have a reputation, y’know.”
“Well, I’m not dressed for a Corroded Coffin concert either,” you reason. “I don’t own anything metal.”
You’d tried, for the record. You'd found a charcoal gray sweater and black tights. That’s about as close to metal as you can manage.
“That’s okay, princess. You’re so pretty, you don’t need to wear proper attire. I, on the other hand, need to look like I eat souls for breakfast.”
You cap the polish. Eddie thinks you're pretty.
“Okay, done. Don’t smear it.”
Eddie wiggles his fingers with a grin.
“You’re a doll. What if I pair this with my jacket? Or wait! What about my torn black jeans?"
Eddie gets up, hands poised delicately. He stops at his closet and pouts.
"I'll ruin your hard work," he frowns. "D'you mind helping me look mean and scary?"
You get up with a smile.
"Impossible. You could never be mean and scary."
"Way to crush a guy's dreams, princess."
You shrug. "Somebody has to tell you."
You gently push through Eddie’s “clean pile.” You pick up a leather jacket and a torn sleeveless top that says Devil’s Advocate.
“What about this one? You look nice in this one,” you say, holding it up to him.
“Nice? I can’t look nice! I’m not going to prom, Y/N.”
You sigh.
“Fine. You look mean and scary. Straight from the Underworld. Satan himself. Better?”
Eddie shivers exaggeratedly, grinning.
“Getting me hot under the collar with that talk, princess.”
“Shut it,” you huff, throwing the jacket at him to hide your fluster.
Eddie squawks, dodging the jacket. He wiggles his fingers.
“They’re drying!”
“I’m pretty sure they’re dry now, Eds.”
“We really can’t be so sure, can we?”
You get up with a sigh.
“I am not taking your shirt off, Eddie.”
“Well, ouch, princess.”
He shrugs and in a second, pulls his shirt off. You immediately turn, looking up at the ceiling.
“Jeez,” Eddie says behind you. “‘M not gonna blind you. They show male chests on MTV, y’know.”
“I’m giving you privacy,” you say, face hot. “Now hurry up. You don’t wanna be late.”
You peek, just for a second, and catch a glimpse of pale, freckled skin and a line of hair that disappears under his jeans. Nope, nope. You are not going down that rabbit hole of thought.
“Can you at least help with the jacket?” he asks.
“I suppose.”
You take the jacket and bring it behind him. Eddie sticks his arms through, never breaking eye contact.
“Good?” you check.
“Perfect, sweet thing.”
You frown at the jeans he’s chosen.
“Eddie, those have holes.”
“Yes, dear, I know. I made ‘em.”
“It’s November! You can’t wear clothing with holes.”
Eddie beams, eyes scrunching. You cross your arms.
“What?”
“Nothin’,” he says. “‘S just nice you care so much ‘bout me not getting sick. You really are a sweet thing.”
“Well, I don’t want you to be sick over my visit.”
“Purely selfish reasons, huh? Tsk tsk.” Eddie shakes his head.
“No! I just—wanna spend time together,” you say. “And we can’t do that if you’re sick.”
“Alright, alright. What if I wear my lightly torn jeans? ‘S that fair?”
Eddie steps away from you, beginning to undo his belt. You panic.
“Uh, yeah, yep! Fine! I’ll go start the car.”
You scurry down the hall and grab Eddie’s keys. You get into the van. By the time Eddie comes out, the car’s already warmed up. He wears jeans that have significantly less rips. Eddie puts his guitar in the back, then gets into the driver's seat. He smiles at you.
“Aw, look at you, keepin’ my seat warm.”
“Because you have the blood circulation of a vampire,” you reply with an eye roll.
“Vampire and the princess. Now there’s an underrated literary trope.”
Eddie looks at you a moment more. Then he seems to make a decision, sliding off the cross on his middle finger and putting it on your left ring finger. Your eyes widen.
“Eddie—”
“For luck,” he says.
“But… I’m not playing.”
“I know.” He shrugs. “But if I know you’re wearing my ring, well, I gotta make you proud. Don’t wanna be an embarrassment while you’ve got my ring on.”
“Oh, Eds. I am proud. You’re doing it.”
Eddie gives you the softest smile you’ve ever seen.
“Thanks, sweet thing.”
“You’re welcome. Now you really have to drive, Eddie. You’ve got a half an hour till your show starts.”
He checks his watch.
“Shit! Alright, hold onto something. We’re cutting this twenty minute trip down to ten.”
Eddie ends up making some questionable driving advances. Halfway through, you question if you should’ve gotten into the car with him. But you get there on time.
Eddie ushers you out.
“Eddie, just go, it’s okay. I can find my way inside.”
“Oh, absolutely not, princess. This crowd is rougher than The Hideout’s. Plus, I gotta get you in somehow. C’mon, pretty girl.”
Eddie keeps his guitar in one hand and you in the other. You’re practically glued to his side as he corrals you both to the back entrance.
“Hey, Sal.” Eddie waves at the bouncer parked at the door. “Everybody’s inside?”
“Sure is. You’re on in ten. Better hurry.”
“Thanks. This is Y/N. She’s with me.” Eddie nods to you.
“No guests, Munson,” Sal frowns.
“Watch it, Sal,” Eddie pushes back. “She’s not a guest. She’s my girl. Came all the way from college to see me. Y’mind? We’re on a tight schedule.”
Sal looks at you. You hope he doesn’t ask questions; you have all the speaking ability of a fish right now.
“Hmm. Fine. No tricks.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Eddie grins, tugging you through the entrance.
“You lied to him,” you whisper when you’re far enough away. “Eddie—”
“Sweet thing, what was I supposed to say? Had to get you in. And I didn’t lie, okay? You did come from college and you are my girl. Only girl I’ve got, right?”
“But… you made it sound like we’re—”
“Dude!” Gareth hisses. “Where the fuck have you been?”
Eddie rolls his eyes.
“Chill, Gare-Bear. We’ve got time. Where’s Jeff?”
“Bathroom. Hi, Y/N.”
You wave shyly.
“Hey, Gareth. Cool chain.”
Gareth gives Eddie a look. You don’t know what it means, but whatever it does makes Eddie’s cheeks redden. He turns to you and squeezes your waist.
“I gotta go. Stay in the front so I can see you, ‘kay?”
“Why? Afraid I’ll run?”
“Nah,” he grins. “Just rather look at your pretty face instead of these ugly mugs.”
“Hey!” Gareth huffs.
“Eddie…” you tut. “Be nice.”
“Not nice. Mean and scary.”
He makes Devil horns with his fingers and sticks out his tongue. You giggle.
“See you after,” you say. “Good luck!”
And with that, you brave the crowd. Immediately, you feel out of place.
You’ve been to Eddie’s shows before at The Hideout. But this crowd is bigger and definitely a more intense scene than Hawkins. Most of the crowd is already drunk, or at least buzzed. They’re loud with excitement and unaware of their surroundings. You focus on not getting pummeled and on finding a seat up front like Eddie’d told you.
A group of girls push past you. The ringleader knocks into your shoulder and gives you a dirty look. She has long, dyed purple hair and black makeup. Her features are striking and perfect for the atmosphere. You wish you could fit in like she does, at least for Eddie’s performance. You’re starting to feel like you might be the embarrassment tonight.
“Watch it,” she snaps.
“Sorry,” you mumble, and grab a seat.
Thankfully, nobody else bothers you. It’s only another minute before the lights dim. The first band is clearly very popular, judging by the howling cheers they get. Their frontman is covered head to toe in tattoos. You make a note of a green dragon inked on his neck. Eddie will like that one a lot.
You do your best to match the energy in the room, despite not knowing many songs. Eddie’s played a few bands for you, but since metal isn’t really your thing, you’re lost when it comes to the less well-known bands.
After the opening act finishes, you see a curly head of hair poke out of the curtains. Eddie searches for you. You wave and he finds you then, giving you a big smile.
“Having fun?” he yells.
“Tons!” you shout back.
He gives you a thumbs-up and disappears backstage. The curtains part.
“And now, Birds of Prey!”
The group of girls who’d bumped into you step onstage. You clap lightly and stay seated. Their lead singer, the purple-haired woman, gets to the microphone. Missy.
“You guys ready to hear some real music?” she laughs.
The crowd screams.
“Good!”
They launch into Enter Sandman. Missy has a perfect voice for it, raw and raspy. You prefer Eddie’s voice, sweet and low. He always complains it’s not metal enough. You’re sympathetic but you secretly love that Eddie can croon, if he really wants to. Sometimes he does, when he’s had a beer or two and is sleepy with affection. Then he’ll sing along to Wayne’s Buddy Holly records. Your very own Eddie Munson exclusive.
Bird of Prey finish after a couple songs. You politely clap with the crowd.
“And now, something fresh!” the emcee announces. “Corroded Coffin!”
You jump from your seat, clapping excitedly. The band comes out. Eddie dances around the stage, hyping up the crowd. They eat it up. Eddie’s born to perform.
His eyes find yours and he blows a kiss. You shake your head. After all these years, Eddie still flusters you better than anybody.
“Those ladies before us were pretty dope, huh?” Eddie asks the crowd.
They scream their agreement. He grins.
“Hope you guys like Ozzy.”
Eddie is beautiful. He plays guitar like it’s an extension of himself. Everyone else is yelling to the lyrics, nearly drowning out the sound. You can only stand and stare. You probably look ridiculous gawking at them. But oh, well. You love Eddie Munson. If you look like a fool, so be it.
Jeff closes their performance. The crowd goes wild with applause.
You go backstage before the next band goes up; once the lights go down, it’ll be impossible to navigate the crowd. Backstage is thrumming with energy. You spot Birds of Prey first. Missy locks eyes with you. She struts to you, brow raised. You draw your shoulders back, braced for a fight.
“Princess!”
Eddie drapes himself over you like it’s been years since you’ve seen him as opposed to forty-five minutes. You hug him back, tearing your gaze from Missy.
“Hi, Eds,” you say.
“Hi, sweet thing!”
He squeezes you hard, curls tickling your cheek. Ah, yes. This is why you’re here.
“You were amazing,” you gush. “Really, really wonderful, Eds.”
Eddie looks like you’ve just told him he won ten million dollars.
“You really think so?” he asks. “Not just pumping my ego, are you?”
“No, Eddie. I loved it. Especially the Dio one.”
He grins.
“Oh, I know. Saw you dancing, pretty.”
“Stooop,” you whine. “Don’t make fun of me, Eds.”
“I’d never. You’re the best dancer there, angel.”
“Yo, Munson!”
One of the performers waves at Eddie.
“We’re heading out! C’mon.”
“Yeah, Eddie,” Missy coos. She looks at you. “Bring your friend too.”
Your stomach twists. Eddie turns to you.
“Hungry?”
“Oh, um… sure. Where are we going?”
“This burger joint. ‘S not far. I’ve been there loads of times.”
“With Missy?”
Eddie gives you a funny look.
“Sometimes her band comes. Wanna check it out?”
You don’t want to be a drag. Eddie is genuinely excited, hopped up on adrenaline. The rest of the band will be there too. It’s not fair to make him take you home.
“Okay,” you say, trying to smile. “Sure, Eds. Sounds great.”
Missy, luckily, takes another car. So it’s just you and Corroded Coffin in Eddie’s van. Jeff and Gareth chatter about the show and songs they should play next. You’re in the front seat, because Eddie always has you sit up front no matter who’s in the car.
“Eds?” you ask.
“Hm?”
“Are you, uh… h-how well do you know the bands that played tonight?”
Nice. Subtlety +100.
“The first guys who performed, Black Tar? Not that well. Their frontman, Beetle, he’s kind of a legend at Excalibur.”
“With the dragon tattoo?”
“That’s him. Staring at other guys’ tattoos, huh?”
“Actually, I was thinking the dragon would look much better on you, Eds.”
Eddie grins.
“Yeah?”
“Mmhm.”
“I have been thinking of getting a new one. You haven’t chosen a tat for me since freshman year. High time we continue the tradition.”
“I think a blue dragon would look cool,” you say. “On your back or something.”
“My back? But then no one would see it, sweet thing.”
“I’d know it’s there.”
Eddie laughs.
“Would you come with me to get it?”
“Of course,” you say. “I always do. Even when you got your bats from that skeevy guy at The Hideout.”
“Now Bill was a nice dude and dirt cheap. ‘Sides, my arm didn’t turn green, did it?”
“Thank God,” you huff.
“Always worrying about me, sweet thing.”
“Somebody’s gotta make sure you don’t wreak havoc on unsuspecting Hawkins.”
Eddie pulls into the parking lot of Brey’s Beef. Big deals on big beef! the sign reads. Your chest tightens at the sight of Missy and her band inside. Eddie reaches for your hand and squeezes.
“Ready?”
“Yeah, yeah. Ready.”
Eddie opens your door and you curse how sweet he is and how in love you are.
Brey’s is a tiny burger shop that looks like it time-traveled here from the 50s. You go with Eddie to the counter and study the menu boards while you wait in line.
“Their milkshakes are to die for,” Eddie whispers in your ear.
“To die for, huh? Munson approved?”
“One hundred percent.”
You order a cheeseburger and a strawberry milkshake. Eddie orders an ungodly creation called The Demon and a mint chocolate milkshake. You make a face.
“Hope you like your toothpaste shake,” you snort.
“Mint chocolate is superior,” Eddie shoots back and pulls out his wallet.
“Eds, wait—”
“No, no,” he says, pushing your coin purse aside. “I’m paying.”
“Eddie, no, c’mon…”
“Who got paid tonight?” Eddie asks, shaking his wallet. “Lemme treat you, princess. ‘S not like I get to do it much this year.”
Eddie pays and scoots you to the condiment counter. You sigh, shoving your coin purse back in your coat.
“Eds, I would’ve paid. You should save that money.”
“‘S okay, sweet thing. You’re worth it.”
God, how can he just say those things? He has to know what they do to you, doesn’t he?
“I’ll wait for the food, ‘kay? You can sit down.”
You glance at where the others are and try to hide your grimace.
“Okay, Eds. Thanks.”
You take the seat at the end of the table. Missy and her band are in the middle, heavily flirting with the Black Tar members. As soon as she spots you, she stops. Her smile doesn’t reach her eyes.
“So,” she says. “This is the famous Hawkins Princess I’ve heard so much about.”
“Just Y/N is fine,” you mumble.
She laughs and tosses her hair over her shoulder.
“Didn’t know Eddie hung out with your sort.”
“My sort?”
“Y’know.” She gestures. “Normie. Uptight. Did you even know any of the songs tonight?”
“Some of them. Eddie’s played Dio and Sabbath for me.” You turn to Beetle. “Your opening number was a really cool cover. Judas Priest, right?”
Beetle winks at you. “Hell yeah it was. Thanks, Hawkins.”
Missy sneers.
“Well, you know how to pretend, I’ll give you that. I’m surprised, though.” She turns to her friend. “Remember when that one townie wandered in? How embarrassing.”
Her friend giggles.
“Oh, yeah. He was so jumpy too. God, what a freak.”
The word makes you feel sick.
“Eddie thought it was hilarious too,” Missy adds. She looks at you. “I guess metal’s not for everyone.”
“Lay off, Miss,” Beetle says. “Don’t be an ass.”
“I’m not!” she squeals. “I’m just saying, y’know, people should stay in their lane.”
“Eddie says metal is for everybody,” you say, stronger than you feel.
“Of course he’d tell you that,” she scoffs. “And then you’ll go back to college for six months and he’ll forget all about you. Eddie’s not gonna want somebody holding him down, duchess.”
And that does it. You can’t take anymore. You’ll apologize to Eddie in the morning for walking out but right now, you’re tired. If this is the girl Eddie wants, you won’t fight.
Missy whines after you, syrupy venom sinking into your brain.
“Running already, queenie?” she mocks.
Eddie told you once there’s no shame in running. He said taking shit isn’t heroic. If you can, leave. So you do.
It’s windy and freezing. You know it has to be midnight at least. November nights in Hawkins aren’t known to be mild. You pull your jacket tighter around your shoulders and walk down the sidewalk. Maybe you can hail a cab or something.
Something wet hits your cheek. You wipe away the tear. Another falls, then another.
“Y/N, angel? Wait up!”
Eddie catches your bicep, tugging you around to face him. Fuck. You’ve never been good at lying to Eddie. He can see right through you. You have to think of something.
“Sweet thing, why are you crying?” Eddie pulls up his sleeve and brushes your tears. He looks devastated. “Princess, please don’t cry. Who did this? Tell me, I’ll make sure they don’t bother you again.”
And you can’t help it. The name falls out.
“Missy,” you gasp.
Eddie’s immediately confused.
“Wh—Missy? She made you cry?”
You nod, sniffling pitifully. This is not how tonight should’ve gone.
“What the fuck,” he snaps, and you flinch. This is it; this is where Eddie chews you out for starting drama with the girl of his dreams.
“Oh,” Eddie whispers, eyes wide. “No, no, ‘m sorry. Not mad at you, babe. Sorry, sorry. I just—fuckin’ cannot believe she made you cry. How shitty can you get?”
“I shouldn’t be crying,” you say. “I shouldn’t, it’s stupid, I just—”
“Hey, hey.” Eddie pulls you into a hug, rubs your back in slow circles. “Stop it. Don’t say it’s stupid. If it made you upset, it’s not stupid.”
“I know you like her,” you cry into his shoulder. “I don’t mean to ruin that, I—”
“Whoa, what? Sweet thing, Missy’s just another singer. We’re not betrothed or anything.”
“But you said—over the summer—”
“Yeah, we got to know each other. But she’s just part of the scene. And there’s a bajillion people like that. She’s nothing special, princess, no way. She definitely doesn’t hold a candle to you.”
“But she is metal. And I’m not. And I’m gonna go back to school soon and you’re gonna find somebody who knows all of Dio’s albums and plays Dungeons and isn’t scared of getting tattoos or piercings or—”
“Y/N,” Eddie says. “I don’t care about any of that. You could religiously listen to the Hot 100 like Harrington does, whatever. Doesn’t matter. Won’t change the fact that I’m crazy about you. Nobody’s got my heart but you.”
Eddie freezes. Slowly, you draw back to meet his gaze.
“You’re crazy about me?”
He gnaws the inside of his cheek, looking everywhere but you.
“I, uh… y-yeah. I am.”
You hold on tighter because it feels like Eddie might try to back up first so you won’t have to push him away.
“I’m crazy about you too,” you confess.
Eddie’s eyes go big as dinner plates.
“Me?”
“There’s never been anybody but you,” you inform with delight.
Eddie’s smile is sweet and a little bashful. He surges forward, hands landing on your hips. You put your arms around his neck.
“Kiss me, Eds?”
“Anything for you, sweet thing.”
Eddie is gentle. He moves his arms up, trying to block you from the wind chill. You play with the ends of his curls. It’s everything you’ve wanted since freshman year and more. Eddie’s warm and everywhere. You feel him smile against your lips.
“Told ya you’re my girl,” he murmurs.
You smile softly.
“Sap.”
“Oh, I mean, uh—” Eddie clears his throat. “You’re my girl in a mean and scary way.”
“Very convincing.”
“Thanks, baby. Wanna get outta here?”
You frown at the windows.
“I kinda wanted to try those Munson-approved burgers.”
“Oh! Shit, hold on.”
He hands you the keys and runs inside. You turn on the van, cranking the heat to four. Eddie flits from the counter to the table. He says something to Missy she does not look happy about. You wiggle giddily in your seat.
Eddie returns shortly. You roll down the window so he can give you the food and shakes. Then he gets into the car, blowing hot air into his hands.
“I hope you didn’t start a fight with Missy,” you frown.
“I just told her to stay the hell away from us.” Eddie shrugs. “Turns out Beetle chewed her out plenty.”
“Seriously?”
“Oh, yeah. You made quite the impression.” Eddie grins and nudges you. “You’re more metal than me, sweet thing. Gareth and Jeff are getting a ride back with him.”
You grimace.
“I guess they weren’t too happy about us ditching them.”
“Nah, they were understanding. Told them I wanted to take my girlfriend home.”
You laugh, warmth flooding you.
“Oh, really. And what did they say to that?”
Eddie grins.
“‘It’s about damn time.’”
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The Unkillable Lion (GN Wrestler Reader x Russio)
Warning: Mentions of blood, swearing and bad writing
W/N = Wrestler Name
Your heart beat was bumping, nerves settled in, its happening!!
You are going to walk out at Wembley Stadium for the match of your life. A match in your home country, the biggest ever and in front of a sold out crowd. But not infront of your family....It sucked. Not only was your family stuck in Australia but your sister and girlfriend lost the finals of the Women's World Cup and all you could do was call and text them since thier flights were delayed. You could physically be here for them. You sighed resuming your stretching
*Crowd roars*
You glanced at the backstage monitor the screen just showed the graphic of the next match
For the Newly reinstated NJPW Intercontinental Championship
NO HOLDS BARRED
"The Unkillable" W/N
VS
"The King" Minoru Suzuki (C)
Excalibur on the commentary team "Up next will The King Suzuki be knocked off his throne? Or will The Unkillable be Killed on their home soil"
Jim ross would respond "There is no doubt that this match with be a slobber knocker"
You smiled before feeling a hand on your shoulder, you turn to see Kenny Omega
Y/N:"Great match out there today Kenny" He smiled
Kenny:"Do I ever have a bad match" giving you a really look
F/N:"Fair Point"
Kenny:"This crowd is red hot, they are gonna have your back I'd say even against Suzuki. And i have ni doubt your family and gal are gonna be watching from Australia"
You looked at him with a determined smile "Thanks Ken"
"5 minutes F/N" You hear from the gorilla position.
"Now go show them what the Elite is all about " you smirked and winked before leaving to go tear the house down
"Calm down mum, F/N will be fine."
"Well you know what i am like Jorge"
"They are a Bronze they will survive anything, right Luc?" Jorge would turn to his sister who had a far away look in her eye. Jorge slightly frowned, the impact of losing the World Cup final was still being processed.
"Luc?" Lucy felt a nudge of a leg moving her leg, she looked to her side to see Keira "Jorge was saying Bronze's can survive anything, personally i think he is correct" Bronze smiled as she looked at the tv and starred at her sibling face. She felt so much pride seeing her sibling being apart of something so big and living their dream.
"Yeah they will survive, though knowing Y/N there will be blood"
"BLOOD!" the room would jump at the sound of Alessia Russo sudden outburst.
"Bloody hell Les!" Ella Toone would say placing her arm on her chest from being startled "Sorry i just didn't know, i don't even know what this match actually is. will their actually be blood" Alessia would say looking at Bronze with slight worry but also embarrassment. She felt bad as she still didn't understand Y/N's job fully. She hated watching them get hurt but to star bleeding???
"Well basically a No Holds Barred Match is anything goes. No count outs they can use any sort of weapon, go anywhere in the stadium." Lucy would say earing the attention of some of the lionesses who were also watching and those new to the sport. Since the flights were delayed, the group decide to have a massive hang out with the team and families "And yes Y/N has a history being busted open" Lucy would say with grimace on her face. Making Alessia more nervous and scared for Y/N.
Alessia met Y/N on her first match for the Senior England Team, Y/N was supporting their sister Lucy during the match and the duo would have a brief encounter but would greet each other everytime. One of the things Russio like about Y/N was they always greeted everyone and shook peoples hands. no matter if they were players, team's family's or staff. As a wrestler Y/N always showed respect and etiquette to everyone.
It wasnt until Alessia moved to London after signing for Arsenal, That their paths would cross at a gym from there the duo would grow closer. Everytime Y/N would go across the country or abroad, Alessia would miss the charming wrestler. And when Russio did the same Y/N would miss the clumsy but talented footballer.
It wasn't until a gym session 2 months ago after the duo both hadn't seen each other for nearly two months that one thing led to another that the duo would engage in a heated night of passion..........in the gym bathroom.........and then Y/N's Car......and then Y/N's bed. Basically a LOT of PASSION happened that night.
The duo would become an item, keeping it on the low and eventually would tell thier families tho both were SCARED TO FUCK to tell Lucy. Given the fact that the last time Lucy found out F/N had a partner.....well F/N doesn't know actually their partner just vanished, no sign of where they went but it smelt of Lucy's involvement.
When the duo announced to Lucy, it was a surprise as she seemed to beam with happiness seeing her teammate and her siblings together. She knew Russio well and trusted her and when Lucy embraced Russio, she would whisper "If anything happens to them, remember it's very easy for me to find you" Before hugging her sibling leaving Les gulping slightly before smiling nervously.
Alessia's worry grew she struggles to watch F/N wrestle, seeing them getting hurt and thrown around scared her. and now blood? She would be lying is she said she understood wrestling. She was snapped out of her trance by a hand on her shoulder "Les? They will be ok. this is their job" Alessia turned to the voice and smiled at her best friend Ella Toone. "She's right. They will fuck that guy up" Russio smiled at Mary Earps comment.
*Crazy Train by Ozzy Osbourne plays at Wembley"
The crowd roars as the lionesses and focus on the screen.
You hear the rumble of the crowd, you wanted for your cue to leave, you couldn't wait to leave and see the crowd and start the walk to the ring.
Lucy breathed out, feeling nervous for you as Les got excited
You started to walk down the Hallway, every step the view of the crowd getting more and more in view. As you step out the crowd cheered like maniac and wanted for you to remove your hood and ignite your pyro.
"Oh my god, the colour of their gear" Stanway pointed out. Gaining the attention of the lionesses "Its the same colour scheme as our away kit" The lionesses couldn't help but feel flattered at the gesture whilst the Bronze family were filled with pride
You removed the hood revealing your face and the pyro went off to loud cheers as you screamed and shouted to the fans to cheer. you felt the breeze against your skin as you stood there for the moment to take it all in. you looked out to the sea of people. Your fellow countrymen and fans that came to see you. Lucy watched with pride, She knew the feeling you had right now. whilst Les smiled at the cute reaction you showed You nodded as you began to walk down the ramp high fiving the fans and kids in the front row.
"A year ago a team of Lionesses walked onto the pitch of Wembley and played with pride and passion to become champions of Europe. One of those Lionesses was Lucy Bronze" Nigel McGuiness paused. The lionesses ears were listening at the commentator with smiles. they may have lost the finals but they did achieve greatness with winning the euros. As Lucy's name was mentioned
"Now a year later, W/N Bronze walks into the same Arena. With the goal to become champion like their sister. This isn't a try and fail for Y/N this is a must for them. They HAVE to walk out of Wembley champion" Les couldn't help but the amount of pressure you must be under, she didn't think of the story of his match and started to worry what if you did lose. She has lost the finals of the World Cup, she couldn't bear to see you lose too "They need to win, so when they walked down the streets, people will come up to then and say. 'Hey you are the NJPW Intercontinental Champ, W/N Bronze right?.' And Not 'oh isn't Lucy Bronze your sister.'"
The group would frown as you entered the ring. Did the commentator really say that. They thought it was harsh, but Lucy knew. She hated seeing you accomplish so much but still be referred as the other sibling. Alessia also knew she would see interviews of you and every time you were undermined and Lucy was brought up you can feel your energy switch.
As you made your way to the ring, the crowd's energy continued to surge and you couldn't help but feel the support from your home country. The cheers and chants were overwhelming and it motivated you even more for the match. You knew that this was a critical moment in your career, and you had to give it your all and you couldn't LOSE
The Lionesses and your family continued to watch with bated breath. Lucy felt the pride of being your sister and couldn't help but recall her own moments of glory at Wembley. She understood the immense pressure you were under, and her heart swelled with hope for your success. Alessia, on the other hand, was torn between her excitement for you and her deep concern. She wasn't familiar with wrestling and seeing you in a No Holds Barred match with the potential for blood made her uneasy. The support and reassurance of her friends helped ease her worries, but she couldn't help but feel a knot in her stomach.
"F/N started in the outskirts of Sunderland before heading to Japan, Joining the Faction Chaos by recommendation of Will Ospreay, there Y/N would win multiple tag titles and tournaments before betraying Okada and leaving Chaos and Joining the Bullet Club. A year later F/N would be kicked out of the BC with the Elite and headed to AEW. And now to Wembley. What a journey for this Youngblood" Jim Ross said as he praised you. the commentary about your journey and the pressure to succeed struck a chord with Lucy, Alessia and your Family. They knew how much this meant to you, not just as a wrestler but as an individual trying to step out of your sibling's shadow.
The atmosphere in Wembley Stadium shifted as "The King" Minoru Suzuki made his way to the ring. He was a legendary figure in the world of professional wrestling, known for his no-nonsense, hard-hitting style and a reputation as one of the toughest men in the business.
Suzuki's presence alone exuded an aura of intimidation. His face bore the scars of countless battles, and his cold, unflinching stare made it clear that he had no intention of relinquishing his Intercontinental Championship without a brutal fight.
You watched as he swaggered down the ramp. You prepared yourself mentally as you knew he was gonna try and murder you but you were prepared to fight no matter the cost
The crowd which had been firmly behind you, was now divided. Some cheered for the local hero, "The Unkillable" W/N Bronze, while others cheered to the reigning champion, Suzuki, Hoping that he would tear you apart. The air was electric with anticipation and you could feel the weight of the moment pressing upon you.
The referee checked both competitors for any concealed weapons, making it clear that in a No Holds Barred match, anything could and would happen. The tension in the ring was palpable as the official signaled for the match to begin.
You and Suzuki locked eyes and for a brief moment, He tilted his head before smiling like a maniac, You replied with a smirk. Both of you understood the magnitude of the battle about to take place.
So you decided to throw a chop to the Japanese legend. A loud smack can be heard as Suzuki was caught off guard before accepting the challenge "Come on then wanker" You say trying goad him
Then he did, You felt the chop ripple threw your body sending electricity throughout your body. The each delivering thunderous knife-edge chops to the other. The sound of flesh meeting flesh reverberated throughout the stadium, and the crowd's cheers and gasps grew louder with each strike. Your chest and Suzuki's were both bright red from the onslaught of chops, and neither of you showed any signs of backing down. It was a test of willpower, a battle of endurance, and the audience couldn't believe the spectacle they were witnessing.
"Why why are doing this" Alessia had her hands to her face, During the chop off. She hated seeing you het hit like this and hearing the sounds of the smack echoing around the area "Fucking hit hm F/N" But lucy on the other hand was invested and wanted you to slap the shit out of your opponent
But in a sudden turn of events, Suzuki let out a deep, guttural laugh, his sadistic grin never leaving his face.
"Oh shit" You regretted your challenge
*Chop*
The crowd's gasps turned into collective exclamations of shock and your friends and family watched as the chop sent you to the ground like a bag of potatoes. Alessia squealed as she turned into her father's direction who was laughing at his daughters reaction. "Jesus Christ" Lucy would hear from her brother as he held his child in his arms. Meanwhile you laid there as Suzuki was taunting you "I think my chest is caved in" You would say feeling like you got shot. This was gonna be a war.
Many moments would happen during the match, You power bombing Suzuki through a table, him hitting you with a chair, brawling in the crowed. It wasn't until you took a barbed wire bat to the head that cut you open above the eye. Your family gave a grim look whilst Alessia shrieked and hid her face in Ella's shirt. You looked dazed as the blood dripped down your face and you spat out the blood that fell into your mouth. It was a site that made the crowd stare at you. The match went almost 28 mins before you found yourself in a Gotch powerbomb set up as he went to lift you, You countered with a DDT just as Alessia peeked out
"Focking hell" Toone would say as Your family and lionesses cheered. Alessia heart filled with excitement and amazement. You fighting with such passion made her heart flutter
And then you hit a Bronze Maker (Flatliner) when he ran for you
"BRONZE MAKER!! CAN THAT BE THE MOVE OT MAKE BRONZE, A GOLD MAKER!!" Nigel would say on commentary
As you laid down you heard the chants for you and the rhythm of claps from 81.000 strong behind you. The whole stadium was alive for Y/N Bronze. You staggered up and saw Suzuki now bleeding from the head was on one knee you had to stop him so you ran and dropkicked him into the corner
Alessia was in a trance.
Seeing your chance and the adrenaline pumping jumped to the top rope top, The crowd rumbling they knew what was next after sticking your tongue out with dried blood over your face, you hit your iconic The moonsault stomp "HERE IT COMES"
The crowd popped sending a massive shockwave throughout the arena
"HOLY SHIT!" Mary Earps said in shock
"THAT WAS FUCKING SICK" Stanway said in a hyped voice
"I FELT THAT ONE" Hemp would say as she grimaced
"GO ON Y/N" Millie Bright said a pumped up attitude
"COME ON Y/N" Lucy calm demeanour changed as she couldn't keep still and fully stood up bouncy.
"Come on babygirl/babyboy" Alessia whispered to herself
You stood over the body of your Suzuki and grabbed both arms and brought him to his knees "COME ON KID, MAKE A NAME FOR YOURSELF AND ARCHIVE GREATNESS" Jim Ross adding more excitement and goosebumps with his words and passion
"NIGHT NIGHT MOTHERFUCKER" You shouted as you used the last of your strength to drive your knee into Suzuki's head.
"LION KILLER!!!!" Excalibur shouted on commentary. The crowd roared with passion, as it was like a button you hit on Suzuki's head to make them roar. The room of Lionesses watched on with anticipation
You fall on top of Suzuki and pin him. You hear the referee land on the canvas. And everyone counted with him
"ONE" the ref screamed along with the crowd
"TWO" The Bronze's, Alessia and the lionesses screamed
It felt like forever that you watched the hand come down but eventually
Lucy had goosebumps all over her body. Could it be, Will she finally see you achieve your dream
Alessia was on the break of tears. The art of wrestling, her love and proudness of you was beaming
Finally
"THREE!" Your heart stopped. The crowd roared, your family was in a mixture of tears and joy.
Lucy was hugging and shaking Keira around with joy. She was overwhelmed by seeing you achieve your dream. She saw you start from a underdog to a champion. This meant more to her then the World Cup.
Alessia was tearing up as Ella and Mary were teasing but also cheering. She now understood the moments wrestling made and how it made fans feel. And to see you in such a moment made her cry and celebrate with her friends and lucy
"HE/SHE DID IT, W/N HAS ACHIEVED IMMORTALITY AT WEMBLEY" Jim Ross shouted with passio
You layed there, you did it. You thought looking up to the sky with the open roof of Wembley in view, you don't know how long it took until you realized the ref standing over you with the belt. You slowly sat up onto your knees and held the title staring at it like a new born baby. You then shot up with pride ignoring the pain and held it above your head and the crowd roared once again. A image will for ever be in the minds for Fans's Lucy and Alessia.
As the celebrations went on Omega, The Young Bucks, Ibushi and Hangman came out and praised you as you were lifted onto the Buck's Shoulders. Ella nudging Alessia as she saw the jealous look on her face. But then music hit
"Woah hold on here" Jim Ross said as out of the entrance way came Will Ospreay and members of the United Empire "Its Ospreay, we saw him earlier tonight when he beat Jericho." Excaliber would say "So is the Aussie Open and Jeff Cobbs but that snake Don Callis and Takashita are alongside them." You looked confused as the young bucks set you down. Kenny, Ibushi and Hangman glared at Takeshita and Don Callis due to Earlier events.
As they entered the ring, The Golden Elite stood behind you and the United Empire behind Ospreay as the two of you had a face to face. The stadium rumbled at the sight. Making this a match they wanted. Don would step forward and in response so would Kenny. A action that made Don step back. Kenny was now to you right making it Osprey's left. Kenny glared at will, He still wasn't done with the aerial assassin. As a gesture of he wasn't finished he held up the finger triggers to Ospreay
The Lionesses were Intrigued by this situation. Alessia was annoyed that you didn't get a full celebration and wanted you to have your moment. but Lucy knew something was off by your stance.
And then
"OH MY GAWD!" Jim Ross shouted
"WHAT!! Nigel was flabbergasted
Alessia was wide eyed as most of the Lionesses. Lucy eyebrow raised in surprise
You just SuperKicked Kenny
The arena was stunned, The Golden Elite were frozen. The United Empire then rushed The Elite and started to dismantle them. As you and Ospreay starred at each other, A growing smirk came to both of your faces
"Oh don't tell me" Jim Ross would say kn commentary. You would then make the United Empire hand sign and hug will laughing. "Oh that son of a bitch!" You both grabbed Kenny as you set him up for Will's hidden blade.
You would laugh and stick your tongue out
"Oh you two are definitely related" Lucy would hear Hemp say to which Lucy shrugged smirking "It's a family thing" . Alessia however was shocked at your evil side and couldn't help but blush at the cockiness you were showing.
You then decided to lift Kenny on your shoulders and hit him with his own move. The One Winged Angel
You sat there laughing with Ospreay as your girlfriend blushed more
"Oooh you like when your playmate is a baddie" Mary bumped Alessia making her more embarrassed.
There you stood at Wembley. With your new wrestling family and champion
A few days later
"BABY!!" Alessia was caught off guard but welcomed you picking her up and holding her "I missed you so much" you placed her down and kissed her to which see kissed you back after a minute of tongue twirling of you would part for breathe. "I missed you" You said to your girlfriend. "I missed you too sweetheart"
You smiled with pride " I am so fucking proud of you babe" You said. She smiled sadly but then she cupped your cheeks "Not as proud as me champ" You smiled smugly "Well i am a talented bastard." Alessia fought back a laugh before looking down and biting her lip. You placed your finger on her chin lifting her to look at you. "Whats wrong pet" You gave her a cocky smile. Alessia loved it and knew what was happening. One of her teammates blabbed to you about her liking your bad side. She inches closer.
"THERES MY BOY/GIRL!" all of a sudden you felt yourself picked up into the arms of you sister Lucy. To which you hugged back. The two of you started to playfight "LETS GO CHAMP" Lucy would start saying. You haven't seen her this happy since the Euros. You couldn't help but be happy with Lucy's reaction to your win. Ever since you were a child you wanted her approval and recognition. She was the best sister ever. You notice people at the airport started to look at you and so did lucy. Alessia couldn't help but smile at the cute behaviour before her
"YEAH MY BROTHER/SISTER IS A CHAMPION AND WHAT!" Lucy shouted as she wrapped her arm around your shoulder and leading you away. You reached out your hand to Alessia who grabbed her stuff and your hand and walked with you "Seriously Y/N i am so proud of you bro" Lucy squeezed you closer as you rested you head on her shoulder for a sec "Thanks Lu. I am proud of you two. You were amazing throughout" She smiled sadly before cheering up "Thanks child" You rolled your eyes "That reminds me i got both of you Souvenirs from the show and Keira also" The girls smiled, Lucy was extra thankful as you mentioned her partner is was having a hard time with her injury.
The duo mentioned they got something for you two as you walked out of the airport not before a squeak came from Alessia after you gave a cheeky squeeze to her bum, showing off the cocky side once more leading to you and Lucy laughing at her flustered look
The End
this took so long, like 2 - 3 months. kept dropping in and out of it but i hope my Wrestling readers and woso readers enjoyed it. If you are a fan of both then consider yourself spoiled.
but this leads to a question would you like more wrestling x woso? let me know
and all feedback is welcome.
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I have to share this thought or imma gonna explode, English isn't my first language so bear with me
So...
Genshin Sagau right?
Imposter Au right?
But what if, just hear me out, WHAT IF
The reader, the creator, was from another universe/game.
Let me explain.
(From halo) Spartan!reader fall in Genshin with their armor and all.
They're alone and all that, so they start searching around and while walking in the shadows they see from a distance someone with their own face being worshiped like a god by all the characters.
So they step up to see to discover why the fuck this person is being worshiped and has their face.
Everyone is shocked upon seeing this person, that freaking tall and has an armor no one has ever seen and why do they feel both drawn to them by their aura but at the same time intimidated?
The imposter (the real one) notices this and orders, out of fear, for someone to attack them.
So the acolytes do just that...
The problem?
Reader is absolutely fast, they just see a blur everytime they move, and when someone manages to attack them, let's say, with a hydro attack...
Their power shield fucking protects them from the attack, redirecting it and they didn't even flinch or move a single step so everyone is, yet again, shocked.
The reader, tired of the imposter bullshit moves even faster until they are Infront of the imposter, who cowers in fear, they pick them up and pull out their magnum and they shot the imposter right in the head, killing them in a flash and revealing they weren't the creator.
Everyone stands there shocked and horrified until they connect the dots and...
This person with this armor MUST be their creator, their aura and moves and everything just reveals it.
So now you have a confused Spartan!reader being worshiped and being prayed on and receiving apologies and stuff from the acolytes.
Ooooor on the other hand...
(from Warframe) Tenno!reader who somehow ended up here in teyvat, in their drifter or operator form and they're exploring around teyvat and all that stuff. Maybe they even befriend the Traveler (for this imma gonna use Lumine cause I love her)
Then
They get captured and jugged at Fontaine, their sentence being death, obviously because HoW dArE ThEy To StOlE tHe CrEaToRs FaCe?
So they get executed by a sword on the chest. Lumine being second judged for protecting the imposter and everyone is looking dissatisfied and disappointed at her while she and paimon are trying to explain that they're the real creator but no one listens
So everyone at first cheers on until they see the gold blood start to fall to the floor, then all the characters are like What have we done?! And stuff.
The imposter is laughing like crazy because they won! Yay!
BUT THEN...
Tenno!reader wakes up and pulls the swords out of their chest and throws it away.
Everyone is like, shocked and even more when they see their wound heal.
Reader is absolutely pissed at the imposter because HOW DARE THEY TO TRY AND KILL THEM AND THEY TRY TO KILL THE ONLY PERSON WHO DIDN'T TRY TO KILL THEM BECAUSE OF THEIR FACE?!
So they transform into their Warframe, let's say... Excalibur umbra.
They unsheathe their sword and activate the Exalted blade, surprising everyone by their power, before they move as fast as the wind towards the guards around them (none being any character) using Slash dash and stuff showing their power.
Finally, they are covered in blood and get to the imposter, who tries to fight them but nothing comes out of it because with a quick movement they decapitated them, showing their red blood and proving even further they're the true creator (thing they don't know they are)
Finally, they clean all the blood that feel upon themselves and walk towards Lumine and paimon, helping them to get on their feet, before the reader picks up Lumine I'm their arms and starts to walk away, ignoring all the characters who try to plead for forgiveness
The just start to sprint away with the traveler in their arms, paimon following them.
The characters (specially the archons) search for them for a few days until they find a place with the creators aura all over, so they enter and see Tenno!reader is sleeping in that weird the tenno sleep, alongside si Lumine who's sleeping peacefully.
When they approach reader is quick to shoot their head up and stand up, placing their hand on their swords should any of them try something.
But they don't, hurt because the creator saw them as a threat, they all kneel down and beg for forgiveness once again.
Tenno reader does not say anything but let's them be, as long as they don't cause them trouble they're free to do whatever they want.
So now you have all the acolytes being jealous of Lumine who's treated by the creator as she was a dear friend, them helping her search for clues to find Aether.
Also I can imagine the archons following the trio (reader, Lumine and paimon) around, looking to win the creator's favor.
Tenno!reader wouldn't engage in conversation, only nodding, shaking or shrugging as a response to questions, until one day, when Lumine was feeling down upon not finding her brother, creator readers kneels down besides her and offering a reassuring hand they speak.
And everyone hears their voice and in a instant they are (more) over the heels for their creator, because their voice is soothing and beautiful.
They then only speak to Lumine.
And so the drill goes like that, the acolytes trying to win readers attention but they are too focused on helping Lumine and finding a way back home, to the lotus/margulis.
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