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lu-vin-it · 1 year

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Fate

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Summary: Daryl and Y/N are split at the beginning of the apocalypse. When a new group comes to the farm, maybe fate will be on your side.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon X Reader

Pronouns Used: None mentioned

Word Count: 1,903

Warnings: Mention of weed/smoking, i think mention of alcohol too. also minors having sex, not explicit but it is hinted that Daryl hooked up w/ a girl when he was 15

A/N: Ty @stqrluvr for proofreading ily bf!!!

Edit: Hey! After reading the comics I realized that Daryl isn’t in his 30s when the apocalypse started so i changed the years up a bit! for context: Carol is 25 and he’s supposed to be younger than her according to some sources so I went with that.

Aprox. 1999- Daryl and Y/N are 13 and 14 respectively .

“Y/N, this is Daryl. Why don’t y’all two go play up in your room while the grown ups talk?” Your Dad said, a blonde boy who looked about your age stood behind him with his dad and older brother.

“I have homework, Dadd-“ You stopped when you saw the anger fester on your Dad’s face. “Uh.. we’ll go on a walk.”

“Alright.. why don’t you go to the gas station..” he reaches into his pocket and takes out his wallet, handing you a ten dollar bill. “get somethin’ for yourself and your new friend.” You took the money and nodded before closing your notebook and walking past the men. Daryl followed you.

“Son of bitch treats me like I’m six and not fourteen..” You turned to the boy. “Wanna get some candy?”

“You buyin’?” You laugh and nod.

“C’mon.” You nod at the direction of the highway. He smiled and followed you.

Aprox. 2001

“Daryl, wake the fuck up. I’m gonna leave in ten minutes with or without you, you fuckin’ ass.” You yell into your best friend’s room. Sighing, you put your hand against your forehead and walked to the living room.

“Y/N.. how old are you now?” You look up to see Merle Dixon creepily staring at you.

“Not old enough… I will never be old enough..” You gag.

“Well you’re the one who came into my house lookin like that.” He licks his lips.

“Yeah. I sure did. For Daryl. Go fuck yourself, Merle.” You flip him the bird.

“Shit, sorry Y/N. I overslept.” You turn around to see Daryl leaving his room shirtless, a girl, who you recognized from school, but not well enough to know the name of, walks out behind him. She stands awkwardly for a moment before waving at you and leaving.

“And who was that?” You asked, wiggling your eyebrows.

“Er.. Sandy. I think. I dunno.. I was drunk as shit yesterday.” You laugh to cover up the jealousness you felt.

“Please..” You say, still laughing. “Hurry up and get dressed before I leave you here to go to this lake by myself.” You shake your head and walk out of the house to your car.

Aprox. 2007

“I don’t get it dude.” You said, shaking your head. Daryl sighs.

“There ain’t nothin’ to get. He’s a cheatin’ asshole who would have done the same thing to anyone.” You glance up at him and wipe the tears off your cheek.

“Yea.. I guess. I just..” You sigh. “I thought he was the one.. you know?” You scoff at yourself. “Stupid.”

“It ain’t stupid. He’s stupid.” Daryl flicked the cigarette butt on the ground and smashed it with his heel. “Never liked his sorry ass.” He mumbled. While that was true, he mostly didn’t like him because he was with you.. and that was what Daryl wanted more than anything.

Aprox. 2009

“Ugh..” You groan. “I hate school, why did I become a teacher?” You hypothetically ask Daryl. He was laughing at you from across the living room. You were grading papers while Daryl was watching a wrestling match on TV.

“‘Cause you wanted to ‘Make an impact in kids' lives’.” You roll your eyes.

“Fuck the kids.” You mumble, glaring at the stack of essays in front of you. “Whose winnin’?”

“I reckon Randy Orton.. seems most likely.” You nod.

“Yeah..”

August 15th, 2010. 11 Days pre-apocalypse.

“Have fun on the campin’ trip.” You said, switching your phone to your other ear.

“Yeah.. Merle’s comin’ along so.. I probably won’t.” You frown at your pessimistic best friend.

“Why is that douche comin’? Thought you said he was out on another bender?” You ask, reminding him of the conversation you had the day before.

“He was. Came home last night full o’ beer. He was high as shit too. Guess he just wants to prove he’s more capable than me.” Daryl sighs. “How’s Atlanta? Fuck any politicians yet?” You loudly laugh.

“I hate you, no I have not. But if I do, I’ll call you right after.” You pulled your phone off your ear when you felt it buzz, your Dad was calling you. “My Dad’s callin’. I gotta go, bye Dar.”

“Stay safe.” With that you end the call and accept your Dad’s.

August 27th, day after the apocalypse began.

“C’mon, you can come to my house.. it’s safe there.” You look at your friend, Maggie, and nod. “We can make signs to leave on the road, that way if your Dad or someone comes looking for you, they can find you.” You smile at her.

“It’s okay. Let’s go.. I guess.” You say monotonous.

The day Carl gets shot. (Present day.)

“Shit! Whose that?” You exclaim, taking the dish gloves you had on to grab your gun and go to the door. “Someone’s here!” You look at the figure for a moment and realize he was carrying a child. You looked behind him and saw Otis along with another man running behind him. “They’re with Otis!” Hershel walks up to you and looks out the door over your shoulder. Maggie runs up behind y’all with her binoculars.

“Shit the boy is injured!” She yells

“Was he bit?” Hershel asks. The rest of the Greene family poured out the front door.

“Shot. By your man.” The man, who was wearing a sheriff’s uniform, said.

“Otis?” Patricia wondered aloud.

“He said to find Hershel, is that you?” He sobbed. “Help me, help my boy.”

“Get him inside!” Hershel hurries into the house, the entire household is on high alert. “Patricia get my whole kit.” He folds his sleeves up. “Maggie, painkillers— Coagulates— grab everything!”

“Okay!”

“Y/N, clean towels, sheets, alcohol!” You run off to get everything Hershel asked. You grabbed everything faster than you knew you could run.

“Here!”

“Pillowcase!”

“I-Is he alive?”

“Pillowcase quick!” You take one off of one of the many pillows and hand it to him.

“Fold it! Quickly! Make it into a pad!” He grabs Rick’s hands and places them onto the makeshift pad. “Put pressure on it.” He puts his stethoscope on and listens around the boy’s chest. “I've got a heartbeat… it’s faint.” The man shakes.

“I’ve got it— step back!” Patricia says, pushing back the stranger.

“Maggie, IV.”

“We need some space.” Maggie yells, pushing him back more.

“Y/N, take him outside.” You nod and grab his hand, dragging him back out to the porch.

“W-Wait no— My boy h-he.. I can’t leave Carl, what're you doing?”

“What’s your name?”

“R-Rick.” You nod.

“I’m Y/N. They need their space in the room right now. Let’s stay out here and talk.” Rick looked at you like you were crazy but nodded. “Okay. Good. Uhh.. where were you before what happened?”

“Um. Uh. T-The highway. With my group.”

“Oh you’ve got a group! That’s awesome. How many people are in your group?”

“T-Ten. M-My best friend Shane he’ll be here with uh… with Otis any second now.” You nodded.

“That’s nice that you have a best friend in your group. Who else are you close to in the group?”

“M-My wife.. Lori.. s-she oughta be here..” He sobs, putting his face in his hands.

“Run!” Your neck snaps to the field. Otis and another man were running.

“Stay here, what’s your friend’s name?”

“Shane.” You nod and run to the men.

“Shane, you go to Rick. I’ll stay with Otis and help him get to the house.” You say to the black haired man. He nodded and ran quicker. You jogged past him to Otis. You wrapped your arm around him and hauled him back to the house.

Later that day, Otis and Shane left to get medical supplies for Carl while Maggie took the horse and went after Rick’s wife, Lori. A man called Glenn followed shortly after Lori’s arrival, he had T-Dog with him who was injured. Maggie seemed smitten with Glenn. He told you all that the rest of the group would be there the next day.

Shane came back that night with a heavy heart. Otis sacrificed himself for him. The night was full of grief.

The next morning, you woke up late. Everyone was outside helping the rest of the group settle in. You met Carol first, you told her you were sorry about her daughter and that you would help however you could. She thanked you and you helped her set up her things. You met Andrea next, she was a little more standoffish but you didn’t mind.

After meeting Andrea, you retreated into the house, deciding to start on lunch. It wasn’t much, but you were able to make salads with the crops on the farm. Carol came to help you after a while.

“So.. how are you related to the Greenes?”

“Oh I’m not. Maggie and I knew each other before the spread. We were hangin’ out when everythin’ went to shit and I couldn’t get back to my Dad.”

“I’m sorry about your Dad.” You shook your head.

“S’fine, didn’t like him that much. Mostly my best friend that I miss. I don’t know if he made it out.” You snort. “Probably did though.. he and his brother were out hunting when everythin’ happened.” She nods.

“Maybe you’ll find him soon.” You smile.

“I hope so. I hope he’s alive when I do.”

Carol went out to get everyone after you guys were done. It took about ten minutes before everyone

came into the dining room. There wasn’t enough room for everyone at the table, so some stayed standing.

“Where’s Daryl?” Andrea asked before shoving a forkful of lettuce in her mouth. Your mouth went dry.

“He’s comin’, he was getting stuff ready to go after Sofia.” Rick replied. Your heart was beating out of your chest.

“N/N? You okay?” Beth pondered when she saw the look on your face. You nodded and walked out of the dining room and then out of the house. You looked around before you saw him. It was Daryl fucking Dixon.

“Dixon!” You yelled, running down the steps and to him.

“Y/N?” He stopped in shock.

“Holy shit!” You jumped on him, wrapping your arms around him.

“W-What’re you doin’ here?” He pulled you off of him and held your face in his hands. You were crying at this point.

“Maggie, she was my teacher’s assistant and when the infection started she took me here.” You stared at him. “I’m so happy you’re here Daryl.. I was so worried that you did—“ You were cut off when Daryl leaned forward and kissed you. Of course, you kissed him back, you had been wanting this since you were 18. When you broke apart you smiled. “I love you.” You admitted. He grins and kisses you again, you knew that that meant he loved you back.

“I’m so glad I found you.” He leaned his forehead against yours and smiled.

“What just happened..” You turn around to see everyone on the porch, Glenn’s head was tilted and he stared in confusion.

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#the walking dead x reader #the walking dead fanfiction #daryl dixion imagine #daryl dixion x reader #daryl dixon x you #rick grimes x reader #maggie greene x reader #maggie rhee x reader

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afterdarkprincess · 5 months

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🌟✨ Fic Masterlist ✨🌟

Sami Zayn & Jey Uso

Aftershocks Rating: Explicit Word Count: 14,595 Summary: Sami and Jey dealing with the aftermath of Tribal Combat at SummerSlam Masterpost Pretty in Pink- Aftershocks side story Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2,570 Summary: On a brief vacation from shows, Sami comes home to find his boyfriend all dressed up and waiting for him. Post

The Devil's in the Details (But You Got a Friend in Me) Rating: Explicit Word Count: 33,090 (currently) Summary: Royal Rumble AU- Sami gets injured at the Rumble and never betrays Roman. Friends to Lovers through SummerSlam Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Sweet Like Justice Rating: Gen Word Count: 660 Summary: Backstage at Crown Jewel, Jey and Sami hatch a plan to subvert the Judgement Day Post

A Moment Backstage Rating: Gen Word Count: 1,027 Summary: Sami and Jey share an interaction backstage before the Tag Title Rematch (set during Nov 13th 2023 Monday Night Raw) Post

Ruin(ed) Rating: Explicit Word Count: 729 Summary: Watching from backstage as Rhea flirts with Jey, Sami gets possessive and pulls Jey into the closest closet Post

Beauty Rating: Mature Word Count: 356 Summary: Sami Zayn reflects on the most beautiful thing he's ever seen Post

you can be rough, I can take it Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1,018 Summary: Set after Fastlane 2023 press conference- Cody and Jey fall into bed together after winning the undisputed tag team championships. Post am I allowed to cry? Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1556 Summary: Sami reflects on his relationship with Jey and the visions of Jey he sees in his head. Post

Seth Rollins & Roman Reigns & Jon Moxley

tangled up with you all night (burning it down) Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3,720 Summary: Shield Era 2012 Seth has an encounter with 2023's Jon Moxley and Tribal Chief. Sexytimes ensue. Post

Seth Rollins & Jon Moxley

all you ever did was wreck me (yeah you wreck me) Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3,278 Summary: Newly returned Dean Ambrose has a press event at the WWE Performance Center and World Heavyweight Champion Seth Rollins is among those there to greet him. They find one another in a practice room long after everyone else has gone home and things escalate quickly. Post

The Bloodline- Roman & Sami

ours Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4,990 Summary: After WarGames, Roman decides what Sami Zayn's place is in the bloodline, a willing hole for them to use. Post Roman's Pet Rating: Explicit Word Count: 859 Summary: Roman's pet Sami serves the Tribal Chief and earns his reward Post

Sami & Jey & Cody Rhodes

Can't Keep My Hands to Myself Rating: Explicit Word Count: 6,053 Summary: Things get a little heated in the bus after the Fastlane Press Conference, Sami facetimes his boyfriend to get in on the action. Part 1 Part 2

Jey Uso & Cody Rhodes

you can be rough, I can take it Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1,108 Summary: Set after Fastlane 2023 press conference- Cody and Jey fall into bed together after winning the undisputed tag team championships. Post

Jey Uso & Sami Zayn & Cody Rhodes & Seth Rollins

all's fair in love and war Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4,413 Summary: Aftermath of November 20th Monday Night Raw- Jey panics at hearing Randy Orton's name out of Cody's mouth. He's lost the advantage and feels less secure than ever in his position on their team, but Sami, Cody, and Seth are there to support and spoil him. Part 1 Part 2

LA Knight & JD McDonagh

nothing safe is worth the drive (and I will follow you home) Rating: Gen/Teen Word Count: 1,305 Summary: LA Knight waits and watches and worries as JD fights in the Wargames match and comforts him afterwards. Post

Seth Rollins & Jey Uso

dont worry, I'll be gentle Rating: Explicit Word Count: 331 Summary: Seth ties up Jey for some playtime Post

Jey Uso x Reader

can you feel how much I want you? Rating: Mature Word Count: 774 Summary: You've had one of the best nights of your life at the Royal Rumble, and you go out with the rest of the locker room to celebrate and run into your best friend Jey after a few drinks. Post

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angelfirewalker · 1 month

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I NEVER liked the word 'Nice' either...

“Nice is a four letter word?”...... it's such an insipid word... so bland, dull and twee! I have always been insulted when called it myself. I get why he responded this way.... he's a demon.... can you imagine how insulted he felt... if I a mere human feels insulted by the word Nice!

I made this move once, not quite so violently though. I pushed Adam Ant against the wall when he was getting panicky before going onstage for his first/ opening night of the Joe Orton play of Funeral Games 1996. I totally understood why, because I got stagefright the night The Lindsay Kemp Company's Cinderella opened at Sadlers Wells the year before .I had toured Italy and Spain no stage fright... but London and knowing Adam and other friends were out there...arrghh! Adam suddenly lost the plot, and said he couldn't go onstage, and the easiest thing to do was hold him in place against a wall, and talk him down. It worked, after he had done the quick change after his first scene , he turned around and gave me a kiss, then saying Thank you. I guess both he and I would be accused of inappropriate behaviour these days... I liked my kiss from him... and he was happy to get onstage... can you imagine if he hadn't gone onstage...?

Good Omens always feels like it was in my head all along..... as it activates so many thoughts and memories....

Makes me wonder what Good Omens 3 will trigger in my memory bank?

Funeral Games The Drill Hall, London 1996.

Not my programme, I never was one for collecting autographs in my career in Theatre.

I also got to work with Sylvester McCoy, my 2nd version of The Doctor...( the first was Colin Baker when he played Captain Hook.) 1989/90 at Brighton Dome.

B/W...Me and Lindsay Kemp in Cinderella. Photo by Barbara Spegne. Italy. 1994

Colour photo ....Kinny Gardner and me, up my stairs. Sadlers Wells dress rehearsal. Photo Richard Haughton.

Everyone went onstage in the Kemp company, my main job was Associate Designer and Costume Supervisor.

Still can not believe I was part of the same theatrical company David Bowie was once part of... but Lindsay Kemp broadened his interests, as he did with anyone who became part of the company. Bowie often said Lindsay was the reason he started it all.

The Lindsay Kemp Company was a very gay/queer company. The majority of the performers were . A few of us were straight. The company was around before it was even legal to be gay in the UK... which it was from 1967. Many of the themes were about fluid genders. The show Flowers was based on Jean Genet's book Our Lady of the Flowers. JG was in and out of prison for being gay.

Happy World Theatre Day!

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evalolxo · 11 months

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In Ring Performance

pairing - randy orton x reader

summary - y/n and randy are in a tag team match and realize they’re in love with each other at different points during the match

warnings - fighting, blood, reader being nervous asf

randy smirked at me as he sat on the middle rope and held the top one high so i could fit into the ring comfortably, i nodded at him as a thank you before we turned to becky lynch and seth rollins in front of us.

randy and i were about to face the two of them in a tag team match.

randy didn’t come through to the ring as he stood at the corner and seth did the same so it was becky and i in the ring.

the bell rang and we straight away began to attack each other trying to get ahead of the other but nothing i was doing was working. i began to get frustrated and separated from her and ran toward the ropes to preform a close line.

it was successful and i smirked as i threw my hands up as becky laid on the mat in pain and i looked to randy who was clapping and smirking at me.

i turned back down to put my attention on becky and crouched down and put her in a sleeper hold and she let out yells while trying not to tap, she then began to use her strength to peel my arms off her which was successful.

she then kicked me and i doubled over and she kicked me again in the face now making me collapse.

as she turned round to the crowd to boast i crawled over to randy and managed to successfully tag randy in, he smirked before making sure i got through okay before turning to becky.

she managed to run over and tag seth in as he stepped through the ropes and him and randy got ready.

they began to fight and they were both bleeding eventually, i was eager for randy to take me back in but he was on the mat floor bleeding.

i noticed becky moving out the corner of my eye and managed to react quickly and jumped down from the ring to punch her while she ran at me full force, she laid on the ground holding her face and i turned back to the mat to see randy was closer to me bleeding now.

i climbed through and rko’d seth before he could do anything to randy, with both becky and seth laying on the ground in pain i rushed back to randy and held his head in my hands.

he winced but looked back up at me and his eyes widened slightly as i looked down at him concern evident all over my face.

“are you alright” i asked him over all the noise and he managed to nod and i dragged him to the edge of the ring before climbing over the ropes and tagging myself in, randy then rolled out the ring and i approached seth who was on his hands and knees.

i smirked at the sight in front of me before looking at the crowd who we were screaming as they realized what i was doing.

i ran toward seth and preformed the stomp on him making him flop back onto the mat.

after we went back and forth for a while all 4 of us randy managed to pin seth for 3 and i cheered loudly before running into the ring and i attacked randy with a hug.

he smirked down at me while holding his rib and he lifted me up with his one arm and i laughed in the air and looked down at him, he was smiling up at me now.

was he always this hot?

randy then put me down and grabbed my hand intertwining our fingers before we lifted our arms up in victory, the feeling of our hands being linked made me feel all jittery and nervous.

i looked over at randy and as i stared at his side profile everything seemed to move in slow motion, the way the crowd got quiet and slow, the way his smile slowly grew, why was i feeling this way toward him?

suddenly the world fell back to normal speed when randy dropped our arms but didn’t let go of my hand, as we walked up the ramp i tried to ignore how i was feeling nervous around randy by waving at fans and blowing becky a kiss to which she scowled at.

we made it backstage and randy hugged me again while laughing and i felt my body temperature rise rapidly as my stomach flipped in itself multiple times.

i wrapped my arms around his shoulders and we pulled away again.

“you were amazing!” he told me smiling down at me, the way he was actually smiling and not doing that stupid cocky smirk of his made me fully realize something.

i’m in love with this guy.

“thank you, as were you” i told him and he seemed to get nervous slightly before throwing an arm over my shoulder as we started to walk back to the locker room.

he dropped me off at the door of mine but before i opened the door i looked back at him and we were looking at each other waiting for the other to do something about what had just happened in the ring.

“would you like to go out to dinner sometime?” i asked him quickly and his eyes widened but he quickly nodded and smiled at me, this was not the randy orton i knew,

but i was willing to try it out.

#randy orton imagine #randy orton #randy orton x y/n #randy orton is hot #randy orton one chance please #seth rollins #becky lynch #the viper #the legend killer

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dirtywresling102 · 2 years

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Night Out - Randy Orton (18+)

Randy Orton x Female!Reader

Summary: Mom wants reader to come and meet her new boyfriend but the reader goes out and parties instead and meets a handsome stranger.

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Cream Pie, Semi Public sex, Sex in dark ally, Cussing, Reader is of age! Randy Orton being a dick. College Student!Female!Reader

Word Count: 2,856

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“Mom, I told you I can’t tonight.” You told your mother over the phone while checking yourself out in the mirror, applying red lipstick.

“Why can’t you, Y/N? I want you to meet him. What plans do you have on a Saturday night that makes you so busy?” You could hear the begging in your mothers voice laced in with disappointment.

You rubbed your lips together, making sure the red gloss smeared perfectly. Your eyes darted towards the untouched books collecting dust on the desk in the corner of the bedroom. “Studying.” You spoke through the speaker.

“Can’t you just take a night off from studying? Please?”

“Mom, I can’t. I promise myself that I'll get better grades this semester.” You somewhat spoke truthfully. You’ve been studying more than last semester but the bars always called your name to come out and drink.

Your mother let out a sigh in defeat. “I suppose your education is more important than my love life.”

“Mom-”

“It’s fine, Y/N. I wouldn’t expect you to drive so far just to meet some man I have feelings for.”

A low groan escaped from your lips, facepalming yourself. “Okay, I’ll come down next Friday after classes, how would that sound?”

A loud high pitched squeal screeched through the speakers, you had to pull the phone away from your ear before it burst your eardrums. “That sounds perfect!”

“Okay mom, I really have to go.” You eyed yourself in the mirror, wearing a tight red dress along with the same colored heels.

“Of course, don’t study too hard! I’ll see you next week. I love you.” Your mother squeaked.

A grin appeared on your lips as you looked at the books behind you in the mirror. “Oh, I’ll try not to. I love you too, mom.” With that you ended the phone call. You didn’t like to lie to your mother but this is what college is all about, partying, drinking and having a ton of sex.

Grabbing your keys and purse you headed towards the door, exiting out of your apartment. You’d rather get boocockied on by a hot guy than meeting your mother’s lover. Your parents divorced a few years ago because your dad cheated on her with a younger woman, she was a few years older than you.

Twisting the key, you locked the door and made your way down the hallway and out of your apartment complex. The sun set in the distance and the stars started to peek into the night sky along with the moon. You waved at your elderly neighbor who was watering her flowers.

“Hi Mrs. Kerrio.” You smiled.

“Going out, I see.”

“Just treating myself for studying so hard.” You gave her a grin.

“Yes, you do like to study the male body.” Mrs. Kerrio teased with a wink. You laughed at her response and walked to your car, you’ve lived there long enough for her to see some men walk in and out of your apartment. “Oh, to be young again.” She shook her head, continuing to spray her growing flowers and plants.

Arriving at the bar you did what you always do when it comes to getting a man in your bed. Scoping out the area of the place, seeing who are the couples aka the men that are off limits. Watching the group of people on the dance floor, grinding up against each other, you groan in disgust. It seems like nowadays the more ‘experimented’ gentlemen don’t come to the bars anymore. Sighing, you need to face the fact about dating someone your own age. The thought of that made you sick, just imagining dating a male that was basically a virgin and not knowing the female body made you not want to date.

Something caught your eye on the other side of the dance floor. A good looking man with a light tan, raised his glass in the air and wiggled his eyebrows. He looked fairly young, but looks are always deceiving. You acted as if you weren’t interested, a cat and mouse game was always fun.

Swiveling your chair back to face the bar you waited for the stranger to approach you. Stirring your fruity drink you waited and waited.

“Don’t act like you’re not interested.” A gravelly voice spoke beside you.

“Excuse you?” You arched your eyebrow at how he had so many other things he could say he chose to pick this.

“You saw me show interest in you and you turned around, waiting for me.” His eyes darted to my drink. “You’re also having a fruity drink.”

“Which means?” You eyed his ink covered arm; his wrists were covered in black symbols from his elbow to his shoulder covered in skulls, looking back up to his crystal blue eyes, the man also had a salt and peppered beard.

He chuckled. “Which means you’re waiting for someone to ask if they can buy you a drink, a real drink. Something stronger, something to really get you buzzed.” The male raised two fingers towards the bartender. “Two shots of whiskey, please.” The bartender who was cleaning a glass nodded his head, stopped what he was doing and started to serve us. Pouring whisky into two shot glasses he slid them towards us.

The man smirked, grabbing his glass and held it up. “To a new friendship?” He smirked, quickly tossing the shot back and swallowing it as if it was nothing.

“Or something more?” You grabbed your glass and quickly shot it back, luckily college taught you one thing, how to handle liquor.

“Randy.” He introduced himself.

“Y/N.” You licked the remaining whiskey off of your lips. “How’d you know all about what I was doing?”

“I can read women and what they want.” He shrugged.

“What do I want now?” You bit your bottom lip, looking up at him. Hoping to hear what you wanted out of his mouth.

“A nice, romantic date and wanting to get to know each other, dinner maybe and for me to meet your parents and see where it goes.”

Your face fell. This man wanted something and you’re here craving for something else than intimacy.

Randy laughed. “I’m joking, you obviously want to be pinned to a surface and have your pussy pounded.” He growled, his eyes becoming dark. “Lets face it, you don’t care about me and I don’t care about your family tree. I don’t care where you’re from or your past. All I care about is you giving me consent on fucking you.”

You swallowed hard, not expecting that you raised your finger up. Another shot of whiskey slid towards you. Grabbing the shot you drank it quickly, swallowing the burning liquid, you nodded. “Let’s fucking go.” You breathed out.

Randy slammed a twenty dollar bill on the counter, grabbing your hand and dragging you away from the bar. Not even caring about his change he was supposed to receive.

Walking out into the cool night, Randy looked around for his or your car in the parking lot full of vehicles. “Fuck it.” He snarled, dragging you into a dark alley and pinned you up against the rough brick wall.

You normally don’t fuck strangers in a dark alley passway but there was something about this man that made you want to do this. Randy spun you around, pushing your breasts against the brick surface and started to fumble with your dress, pushing it upwards. “Naughty girl, no panties.” He panted, his chest started to heave. His large hand smoothing over your bare cheeks, only to go downwards and cupped your already drenched pussy. “I’ve barely even touched you and you’re soaking wet.” Randy laughed, the tip of his index finger dipping past your folds, entering you.

A soft cry escaped from your lips, arching your back and pushing your hips towards the man for him to push more digits into you. “So needy.” He hummed, pulling his hand away from your heat you whined loudly at the lost contact. “I love it.”

You heard Randy’s belt buckle clank as he tugged his pants down. “Randy, hurry.” You needily whined out, swaying your ass.

Randy slapped your ass roughly and gripped it. “Be patient.” He sternly said, his hot breath hitting your neck. Randy pushed down his boxers and stroked his throbbing cock. He kicked your ankles, spreading your legs further apart.

“Randy please, I need you.” Randy shoved you roughly against the rigid wall. A soft whimper escaped your lips, a bit of terror ran down your spine from the roughness, but your pussy throbbed with excitement. You wouldn’t be surprised if bruises appeared on your breasts after being pinned so roughly against the wall.

“You want it so bad, then fine.” He hissed in your ear. Randy pinned your hips against the wall with his, grabbing the base of his cock he slid it in between your lips, pushing through your tightness.

You both moaned loudly, Randy quickly covered your mouth with his hand. “Shh, shh.” He hushed you as a group of college students walked past the entrance way of the alley, heading towards the bar you and Randy were in.

Once the group of young adults were out of sight, Randy started to pump his hips against you. His thick cock rammed in and out of your wet, aching pussy. “Oh my god, fuck- fuck yes.” Your cries were muffled by Randy’s hand. He let go of your mouth, turning your head towards him he placed his lips against yours.

His free hand gripped your waist as your hands were against the brick wall, trying to steady yourself from Randy’s forceful thrusts. As you held yourself up against the wall it bit at the palm of your hands, leaving scuff marks. You bit Randy’s bottom lip and gave it a tug, letting go.

“Such a whore.” He teased, a smirk on his lips.

“Then fuck me like a whore.” You nearly screamed as his cock hit your pussy from a different angle.

“Fuck, your pussy is so tight around my fucking cock. Nearly came when I entered you.” He groaned, his eyes fluttering shut.

“Fuck, just like that, don’t stop.” You wailed out, the coil in your stomach tightening. Randy’s cock twitched in your tight channel. “Is somebody about to come?” You teased, looking over your shoulder with a cocky smirk.

“Yeah, you are.” He let go of your waist and grabbed your hair, giving it a rough tug and started to thrust faster. Your lower belly grew hotter and tighter, your cunt gripped Randy’s cock like a viper grip. The hand that Randy used upon your mouth now in between your thighs, circling and rubbing your sensitive clit.

“Holy shit!” You screamed, clawing at the bricks, trying to dig your nails into the hard clay. “Yes, yes, yes.” You gritted your teeth and shut your eyes tightly as you were at the peak of your orgasm.

“Yeah come for me, fucking slut.” Randy’s grip grew tighter in your hair. You started to see dark spots as you reached your climax.

“I’m- I’m coming, I’m fucking coming.” You sobbed, your come creaming all over Randy’s cock.

“Fuck yes, come on be baby. Come on me.” Randy’s thick cock exploded in you, his hot come painting your walls white. “Fuck yes, take all of my come. Such a good girl.” He grunted, pumping his cock a few more times as he emptied himself in you.

You stood there shocked, he was the first man ever to come in you. You forgot a condom and you didn’t realize he didn’t wrap himself, maybe that’s why it felt so fucking good. Randy slowly pulled out of your tight cunt, watching both of your come slipped down your inner thigh. He chuckled at the sight of the mess on you. Your pussy pulsing now that there was nothing stuffed inside of you.

“That was fun.” Randy breathed out, already pulling his boxers and pants up.

“Y- Yeah, it was. We should do it again sometime, yeah?” You suggested fixing your dress while Randy was already tucking his shirt into his pants.

“Sorry sweetheart, one ticket per-person.” He winked. “Or should I say, one cream pie per-person.”

You frowned, not only did you let this man come in you, he was also fucking women with no protection. “You’re disgusting.” You scoffed, walking away, exiting out of the alley

“Don’t take it personally baby, it was fun!” He shouted out behind you.

The days rolled on and it was Friday night again. As you got ready to meet your mother’s new lover, you thought about the dark alley fuck you had last weekend. Wishing you stopped and tried to talk to the man instead of storming off, but then again what kind of man was he really after he said those things to you.

Sighing, you grabbed your purse and left your hotel room and made your way to your car.

Appearing at the restaurant you looked around, trying to find some familiar faces. “Y/N! Over here!” Your mother waved, making your way to the table full of siblings you sat next to your older brother.

“How’s college?” Your brother, Nic asked. “Fucked silly and sideways along with hangovers?” He snickered.

“Shut up.” You hissed, not wanting your mother to hear what you’ve been up to at college.

“Everyone, this is Randy.” Your head snapped towards your mother, at the other end of the table. The male with the familiar tattoos and cold blue eyes stared at you. Your jaw dropped at his appearance. “We’ve been dating for a couple of months and I wanted you all to meet him.” Your mother rubbed his shoulder to make him comfortable. “Randy, this is Nic, Adam and Y/N.” The two boys said ‘Hi’ but you didn’t say a word, just staring at the man that fucked you last week.

“Y/N, aren’t you going to say hi?”

You swallowed, trying to collect saliva in your dry mouth. “H- Hi.”

“Nice dress, Y/N.”

Your face became bright red, it was the same dress he fucked you in last week.

“Let’s eat.” Adam said, looking at the menu.

“Fancy mom’s boyfriend do ya?” Nic giggled next to you in a hush whisper.

“I don’t.” You hissed. Quickly grabbing your menu to hide your face in.

You didn’t even know what the fuck you ordered. Your mind was all over the place and your heart was racing. Everyone made small talk while you stayed silent.

“So, Y/N. Your mom says you're in college. What’s your major?” Randy asked, taking a bite from his food.

“Why do you care?” You grumbled, not wanting to give this man any information about your life.

“Y/N!” Your mother gasped. “Don’t be rude.”

“It’s fine, I understand.” Randy chuckled, licking his lips. “Do you drink, Y/N?”

“Y/N?” Your mother laughed. “Y/N doesn’t drink. She’s too busy with her nose in a book, studying.” Your mother dabbed her lips with a napkin.

Your eyes darted towards Randy while he smirked at you. “Oh, I understand.”

You placed your utensils down rather loudly and quickly pushed your chair out making a loud screeching sound. Everyone at your table and in the restaurant stared at you. “I need some air.” You made your way towards the exit.

Taking a deep breath of fresh oxygen, you tried to collect yourself. “So, you’re not a good girl like your mother thinks you are.” Randy chuckled.

“Did you know?”

“Know what?”

“That I was her daughter.”

“No.”

“Then why’d you do it?” You spat. “Why’d you fuck me?”

Randy looked away, swallowing. “I was once married too, okay? She helped me out with a drug addiction but once I got cleaned, I left her. I started to fuck other women, I went to bars to pick up girls your age.” His eyes looked at you, up and down, your stomach clenched. “Then I wanted something else, I wanted a woman a bit older. Well, your mother didn’t get the memo on what a one night stand was.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “So, I decided to stay... I thought I was ready to settle down again, but I craved for younger women. I didn’t want to break your mothers heart so I go out of town to fuck women, I went to the nearest town with a college.”

“Was I your first pick ever since you’ve been with my mother?”

“Yeah.” Randy scratched the back of his neck.

“Jesus fucking christ.” You placed your head in your hands, hopefully not smearing your makeup.

Randy stalked towards you. “How about we just go back inside and try to enjoy dinner.” You were about to push him away but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you close to him. “Be good or I’ll take you to the nearest alley and fuck you.” He growled.

“Is that a promise?” You batted your eyes, your panties now getting wet.

Randy smirked widely. “You're a dirty little minx, aren’t you?”

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okay so like does anyone kind of hate the WWE fanbase or at least think the WWE fanbase can be a bit toxic sometimes-.

Okay so like I’m not gonna call or say any names because I don’t necessarily want to start any drama with this person or anger them because they can’t handle my opinion- so basically,

I was scrolling through TikTok, y’know just scanning through the videos on my for you page until I came across my friend’s live, so obviously I was pretty bored and I thought to myself “Oh ___ is on a live so I guess I might as well join since I’m pretty bored right now.” So then I joined and things were going pretty well, I tried saying hi in the chat but I guess my friend didn’t seem to notice, -btw there were 2 other girls on the live with her but like I said before, I’m not gonna call or say any names because I’m not trying to get into any drama. So basically, as I was saying, things were chill, nothing seemed too crazy or interesting and what I mean by that, is there was no really drama happening, it really just seemed like a normal live. So everything was basically chill until I mentioned Randy Orton. So basically I said “I’m so excited for Randy”, and nothing crazy happened. Just one of the girls who was friends with the girl hosting the live and the other girl on the live, and she made a little joke like, “Oh I’m not, I’m not excited.” And so I made a little joke too and I was like “OMG WHAT, HOW?” And then she responded saying “I’m kidding, I’m just kidding.” And y’know I laughed because I really would’ve been surprised if she wasn’t excited like everyone else, but it wasn’t really a problem to me. So then, I type another chat saying “I’m sorry ___, but Jey is getting RKO’d at SS” -Because in my personal opinion I feel like Randy is probably gonna be chill with everyone, except Jey. So incase anyone didn’t know, in 2022, Jey and Jimmy AKA the USOS were fighting Riddle & Randy AKA RK-Bro to unify the Smackdown & Raw tag team championships, basically like a Winner Takes All match, and so the USOS won, but the only problem was that the USOS accidentally injured Randy’s spine, he basically got taken out of action for a while, and had to have Spinal Fusion Surgery to heal his back. So as we know Survivor Series is coming up pretty soon, I mean it’s this Saturday, and so basically I thought, since Jey was half of the reason that Randy got injured and he’s the only half of the USOS who is on the RAW roster currently and I’m pretty sure Randy’s coming to RAW. So I basically thought to myself “I mean even though it was an accident and nor Jey or Jimmy ever intended on hurting the Viper Randy Orton. But I do feel as if Randy’s character is definitely one to hold grudges against certain people. And that’s why I think that at the end of Survivor Series, that Randy is probably going to RKO Jey Uso as revenge. Now no, I am not saying, that Randy is going to turn heel, or that the fans will start hating on Randy, I just think if you’re going to start hating on Randy again, that’s probably really stupid and dumb considering that he’s been out for almost 2 years now, and you’re going to hate on him over an RKO Outta Nowhere?? I mean, come on now guys, he’s the Viper for a reason, Randy is gonna RKO anyone who has wronged him or has tried to get in his way, which I do think that if Rhea Ripley tries to get involved with the Men’s Wargames match at Survivor Series, that Randy will not hesitate to RKO Rhea’s head off. So anyways like I was saying, I said how I thought that Randy was probably going to RKO Jey Uso after the WarGames match. And her and her friends started basically going off and me, like “Girlll, you did not.”, and saying like don’t even say another word or I’m literally about to mute you from the chat. So I thought she was joking because I didn’t think she was gonna take a comment like that, that seriously. But obviously, she did in fact take that comment quite seriously. So she said something like “Don’t say another word else or I’m going to mute you from chat.”i don’t remember exactly what I responded back but I do remember it was something like “another word” like kind of how when friends joke around like that after someone tells you something like “don’t say another word” and so I said that, and she said “Oh no you did not, like you’re actually testing me right now.” And then she muted me. I really thought she(1)

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Forced To Believe Chapter 33- The Answer Is No

Chapter Summary: CM Punk continues to annoy Morgan with his ridiculous request. Morgan's rivalry with Tamina heats up again

Words: 6,000+

Author's Note: Lowkey tired of these total divas chapters lol. I'm going to put them on hold and focus on the main story in the ring for now as I edit.

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'RAW, during the opening segment'

The whole roster was on the stage while The Shield were on the side of the ramp, lower than them. Morgan was in her Shield attire but her stomach was taped up. They all watched as Triple H and Stephanie walked down the ring. Stephanie started talking about giving Orton respect and honor while Triple H began talking about the dawning of a new era.

While they talked, Dean held Morgan's hand and she looked up at him as he stood next to her.

"What?" She asked.

"How's your ribs?" Ambrose asked with concern.

"They're fine." She replied dryly.

"Look, I'm sorry."

"It's okay. Just drop it."

"No, it's not." He turned to her and held her hands.

His sudden movements caught the attention of some from the roster. Even the crowd started to look at them.

She looked around before meeting his gaze. "Dean."

"I was an asshole last night..."

"Dean."

"No, I need you to listen to me. Please. I'll admit, my anger gets the best of me at times but I want you to know that I'm proud of you."

She looked around, feeling all eyes on her. "Dean, people are staring."

"I don't care. Look, I'm not used to having a girlfriend all right? I mean in a serious relationship that you and I have together. And I just felt like I always have to protect you, but you can handle yourself. You spread your wings. You're strong and the most beautiful woman I've ever met and I'm lucky to have a woman like you in my life. I know I'm not used to saying all this but you're the only one who can make me say this stuff."

"What is going on back there and what are you all staring at?" Triple H called out as the titantron showed Dean and Morgan.

"Dean..." She murmured in a nervous tone as he kneeled down and held one of her hands.

"Last night, you've given me a reality check and I know you're trying to shine on your own in the ring instead of always having me around. I accept that." He clarified as she looked at him in shock.

What the heck was going on?

Did he hit his head?

Did he just tell her what she wanted to hear for weeks?

"You drive me crazy, you can make me possessive at times but I love you and I know I have to get my act together. I just don't want you to leave me. If you did, I wouldn't know what I would do with myself."

He stood up and grabbed her face to kiss her as the crowd cheered. The kiss made her have butterflies in her stomach and she happily kissed back. Before they knew it, they were smooching.

"Ahem...ahem!" Triple H exclaimed but the two ignored him as they were too into their kiss. "Hey! Lovebirds of justice!"

His yell made them release each other and turn their heads to the ring.

"Mr and Mrs Ambrose, stay focused." The King of Kings ordered, making everyone amused

Dean and Morgan held hands while Orton walked out. Unfortunately, they all had to sit and suffer through Orton's most annoying promo ever which would be a time waster. At least, that's what Morgan thought as she rolled her eyes.

"I've got news for everyone. I am the most powerful person standing in this ring. I am the champion of champions. I am the WWE World Heavyweight Champion." Orton said.

Morgan got handed a mic by a stagehand. She thought of the words she was going to say and then put the mic to her lips.

"God...no one gives a crap!" She exclaimed as the crowd cheered and some of the roster nodded in agreement.

Orton snapped his attention to the stage and looked annoyed. "Who said that? Who just said that?"

Morgan raised her hand and grinned at him as the titantron showed her with a mic in her hands. "Hey, how ya doing?"

"No, no and no. You are not going to ruin my moment Morgan! You're supposed to be supportive of me."

"Am I now? I thought we dropped that once I kicked your ass in the ring, months ago and gave you a low blow. Now, instead of wasting everyone's time, can we wrap this up? There's grapes in catering and they're calling my name."

"Morgan. Shut your mouth. Your mouth always gets you into trouble "

"No one! Wants to hear you talk." She walked to the ramp and Cena helped her up because of her ribs. She thanked him and stood a little bit in front of the roster. "Randy, nobody wants to hear the same bullcrap every time you get in that ring. I wouldn't be surprised if people change the channel when you get in the ring and talk."

"That's not true...that is not true!"

"Let me do a scenario of what I hear from you..." She cleared her throat and decides to mock his voice. "My name...is Randy Orton." She said in a deep voice as the crowd got hyped. Stephanie and Triple H looked on in shock as the roster laughed. The Outspoken Diva mimics Orton's serious face. "The champion of champions."

"Shut up!"

She began to mock his temper. "Nobody! And I mean nobody can beat me! I am the Apex Predator and The Viper! I demand respect! I deserve respect! I am the face of this company and nobody can touch me!" she continued to pace around like she was angry.

She stopped pacing and cleared her throat, going back to her normal voice as Orton started seething. "Dude, like, come on, we get it. We all get it. You won last night. Woopy doo. Let's give him a round of applause. Now can you shut the hell up so we all can go on with our lives? Thank you and good day."

She saw Cena motioning her to give the mic to him and she gave it to him as he stood in front of the roster.

"Yes, I agree," Cena said. "You're an idiot."

"No, no, no. Turn his mic off. You will not ruin this moment for me, this is my moment. All of you need to shut up and stop trying to ruin my moment!" Orton yelled as Morgan looked amused.

"Randy...Randy...I'm not gonna ruin your moment. Last night at TLC you earned the title. Congrats. But I want to remind you of something that Stone Cold said about that championship. That championship forced you every night to put up or shut up."

"I see what you're trying to do but you will not get your rematch tonight Hunter, Hunter." Orton turned his attention to Triple H.

"Easy big guy. I wasn't talking about me. I was talking about you facing him." Cena pointed to Daniel Bryan. "Randy Orton versus Daniel Bryan. For the WWE World Heavyweight Championship."

Orton did not like the idea. "No, no. I don't have to listen to you...I don't have to listen to Morgan and I don't have to listen to Daniel Bryan or all these idiots sitting in the stands. I don't have to listen to anybody. Nobody."

"Except us," Stephanie recalled.

"Owned!" Morgan yelled.

"Morgan if you don't shut your mouth..." Orton said, trying not to lose his temper.

"You sure you want to speak to WWE's Outspoken diva like that? If I were you, I would praise her for the guts she had last night at TLC. She wrestled The Best in The World." Cena said as the crowd cheered while Punk nodded. "Heck, Punk wants a one on one rematch with her too because she impressed him."

"I honestly thought Punk was going to lose to The Shield last night but he proved me wrong. Morgan also proved me wrong," Cena continued to praise. "I thought she was going to back out but she showed guts to a man taller and bigger than her. She put her words into action as well and I give her respect for that. Now, she may have gotten her ribs hurt from Roman over there but she fought to her heart's content. I'll even bet you that she can kick your ass, Randy. And when was the last time a diva wrestled a WWE Superstar? One thing Morgan has that you don't is heart in that ring."

"No one can beat me! And I'll even beat the Outspoken of out her smart mouth." Orton snapped while Morgan grabbed the mic out of Cena's hands as he gave it to her. "And maybe Reigns didn't spear her hard enough to take away the smartness from her mouth."

The crowd booed while Reigns shot Orton a dirty look and clenched his fist. He started to get angry and was about to walk to the ramp but Dean and Seth held him back. Morgan turned her head to him and shook her head as he calmed down.

She turned her attention back to Orton. "...Are you done talking? Orton, wait until 2014. You're going to be on my hit list soon enough. Watch your back. Now, I know we all want to go backstage and get on with the show, so please do everyone a favor and get to the conclusion of this segment, thank you very much."

Orton's face was getting red as she gave the mic back to Cena.

"Stephanie, aren't you going to do something about her?" Orton asked.

"I'm not touching that with a 60 foot pole..." She replied as she remembered the history she and Morgan had and the crowd laughed.

'Backstage'

"Oh boy..." Morgan said as the camera turned to show CM Punk leaning on the wall as the crowd cheered. Punk looked at her and was about to speak but she cut him off. "I know why you're here. Punk, why are you so persistent in wrestling me? Is it because you want to take The Shield down one on one? You want to get the last laugh?"

"Everyone is talking about the men of The Shield and I want to know what The Shield's girl has in the tank. Everyone does since you gave me a preview at TLC. I want to wrestle you one on one, Morgan." he got off the wall and looked down at her. "And, I believe that you can prove you aren't the weak link of The Shield."

"There's no weak link in the oh...I see what you're doing. No wonder everyone thinks there's a weak link. You're getting in everyone's head."

"Morgan, why are you avoiding the question?"

"Why are you trying to do mind games?" She countered.

He smirked. "I know you want to wrestle me as much as I want to wrestle you."

"Don't flatter yourself...You see this?" She showed him her taped stomach. "You did this."

"And I know you want to fight me because of that. Get your revenge. Now answer the question, will you wrestle me when you're cleared?"

She sighed. "Look Punk, I'm honored-"

"But you aren't going to give me an answer because you want your boys to do your dirty work." he cut her off as the crowd 'Oohs'

She glared at him and was about to say yes but stopped herself. "I see what you're doing again. You're trying to provoke me to say yes. Look, how about this? We'll see about a match in the near future."

"I'm not giving up until you say yes." Punk called out as she started walking away.

"I know you aren't..."

'Later, in the ring'

HBK and Punk were having a promo until HBK said "This pains me, more than this is gonna pain you. Let me introduce you to your opponents."

'Sierra'

'Hotel'

'India'

'Echo'

'Lima'

'Delta'

'Shield.'

The Shield walk out as HBK got out of the ring. The titantron shows the WWE App and shows who will be Punk's tag team partners are for the match. It reveals to be the Usos as The Shield are at ringside. Punk starts mocking Roman's eye.

"Looks like Punk and The Usos are gonna have some fun." King said.

"How was that victory for CM Punk last night?" Cole asked.

"Well, you see Roman with that black eye and Morgan's stomach is taped up because of her ribs. Last night, she accidentally got speared by Roman. It was pretty hard to watch. I'm surprised she's out here tonight."

"The Shield need to be on the same page tonight. They can't have any more miscalculations tonight. Especially with Roman's spear." JBL looked on as the bell rang

"Two losses in two nights would be devastating for The Shield," King said as Jimmy took control of Dean.

"How impressive was Morgan last night against CM Punk?" Cole asked as Jimmy tagged in Jey. "I still can't believe she had the guts to take on CM Punk."

"Indeed. She held her own last night." JBL said as Jimmy took control of Seth.

"She did want to put her words into action and she proved that. There were times I thought Punk was going to pin her to win and times when I thought Morgan was going to pin Punk to win the match." King added.

"Let's go, Seth!" She banged on the apron. Seth was not looking too good as Jimmy started to take control of him with arm submissions.

Seth throws Jimmy to the ropes and hits him with a knee to the gut. Jimmy manages to clothesline himself and Seth out of the ring. Roman, Morgan and Dean were about to come to his aid but Jey and Punk got off the apron, ready to strike as the ref tried to separate them.

"Got a feeling this is gonna get out of hand," JBL said as they went to a commercial.

'Later'

"Things have not been going The Shield's way in the early going of this match," Cole said but then Seth tags in Roman as the crowd cheers.

Roman starts to take control of Jey in the ring. Dean gets tagged in and puts Jey in an arm submission as the crowd chants 'CM Punk'.

Roman and Punk make eye contact as Punk starts mocking his black eye again. Roman really wanted to get in the ring with Punk and spear him in half so badly. To at least give Morgan some closure since she can't get in the ring right now.

'We want Morgan, we want Punk, we want Morgan, we want Punk' chants surrounded the arena as Dean looked at Punk with annoyance.

Punk smirked and put a finger to his ear while Morgan looked at the crowd in surprise.

"And would you listen to this? They want Morgan in the ring." Cole said.

"I guess Punk versus Morgan is a match the crowd wants to see," JBL looked on.

Later on in the match, Jimmy hits Seth with a crossbody and tries to tag in one of his partners. Seth tags in Roman and he drags Jimmy back and puts him in a submission.

"Come on uce! You gotta fight! Come on!" Punk supported him.

"You gotta fight." Roman mocked. "Shut up."

Punk starts to hype up the crowd as Jimmy fights back against Roman and kicks him in the face. The crowd gets hyped when Jimmy tags in Punk and Roman tags in Dean. Dean and Seth get in the ring as Punk goes on the top rope and double clotheslines them. He hits them both with a running high knee and a double neck breaker. Punk then hits Dean with a suplex and pins him until Roman breaks the pin.

Jimmy gets in the ring but gets hit by a Superman punch from Roman.

"Wow, that Superman punch!" JBL exclaimed.

Jey gets in the ring, kicks Roman, and then throws him out of the ring. Jey runs and dives on top of him out of the ring but then Seth throws him into the barricade. Punk hits Seth with a suicide dive and turns his attention to Morgan.

The Outspoken Diva looked down at Roman and Seth and slowly looked up to meet Punk's gaze as the crowd popped.

"Uh oh." JBL looked on in anticipation

She took a step. "...Problem...?"

Punk pointed at her. "Just wait until those ribs are healed. We will have a match together."

Ambrose runs to the ropes, attempting to attack him but Punk turns and hits him on the middle rope. Punk gets on the top rope and attacks him with the diving elbow and pins him for a 2 count.

"Ambrose stays in it for a near fall," Cole said as Dean started bleeding from the head while Punk put him in the GTS.

Seth gets in the ring as Punk releases Dean and hits him off the apron. While Punk was distracted, Dean tags in Roman. Dean runs to Punk as he ducks his clothesline and Roman gets kicked in the face by him. Punk hits the GTS on Dean but when he turns around he gets speared by Reigns as Morgan looks on with a satisfied look.

"A spear! A spear to Punk! Reigns is the legal man." Cole called out.

Roman looked at Morgan as she mouthed 'Thank You' and he nodded.

He pins Punk for the win as he holds his eye.

"The winners of this match, The Shield," Justin announced.

"This was a much needed victory tonight," Cole said as The Shield got over the barricade and celebrated.

'SmackDown'

Morgan was at ringside while The Shield, Cena and Punk were in the ring. They all just found out that Daniel Bryan got attacked by the Wyatts and the match will now be a 3 on 2 tag team match.

"Here we have the Outspoken Diva, Morgan Lopez on commentary with us. How are ya?" JBL asked

"I'm doing all right. Trying to take it easy." She smiled.

"The Shield look pretty confident now that the match is a 3 on 2 match," Cole said as Punk and Dean started the match. "What do you think of this match?"

"Honestly? It's anyone's match. Why? Because Punk outsmarted The Shield at TLC when he was alone. And now he has John Cena in his corner. The guy who never backs down from anything. It's going to be one interesting match." She replied as Punk and Cena took control of Dean.

Later on in the match, Roman hit Cena with a Superman punch and grinned.

"Roman Reigns hit Cena so hard," Cole exclaimed as he tagged in Seth. "And here comes to underrated Seth Rollins."

"I agree. This guy is awesome. He kicks ass every week and continues to prove himself." Morgan added.

"There are a lot of people who underestimate Seth Rollins," Cole said. "So, Morgan, we see that your stomach is still taped up. Are you in a hurry to get back in the ring?"

"Yes, but the rest of the women are kicking butt in the ring and proving themselves. I'm just looking forward to the competition."

"Who would you like to face?" JBL asked.

"Hm...either Naomi, Brie, Kaitlyn, or Aksana. Aksana has improved in the ring and even on NXT. I want to see what she got." She replied.

Seth puts Cena on the turnbuckle and is about to give him a suplex but Cena fights back and pushes him off. He tags in Ambrose but he gets hit with a tornado DDT by Cena.

"This is John Cena's opportunity," JBL said.

Cena tags in Punk as the crowd goes wild. Ambrose tags in Seth and Punk starts to take control.

"Looks like Punk is going to fly," Cole exclaimed as Punk hit Seth with a suicide dive.

The match was at a fast pace as Punk gave Seth an elbow drop off the ropes. When he gets up, he looks at Morgan.

"What?!" Morgan yelled. "Stop staring at me!"

Cole started chuckling. "Looks like Punk is trying to do some mind games."

"You see? Every week he looks at me, trying to taunt or provoke me to wrestle him." She grumbled.

Punk smirks and does the GTS taunt towards her before putting Seth in the GTS position. Ambrose runs in the ring but gets hit with a neckbreaker along with Seth. Punk pins Seth but Roman breaks it up.

"And let the chaos begin." She added as Punk and Reigns go at it.

Ambrose and the rest of The Shield jump him and it results in a DQ. Cena throws Roman out of the ring and throws him to the barricade. He gets back in the ring to attack Ambrose. But when he turns around, he gets speared by Reigns.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, and this is why you should always watch your back." She said and took off the headset.

The Shield started to attack Punk and hit Cena with the triple powerbomb. Punk spears Seth and starts unloading on him until The Shield gains the upper hand. Big E runs down the ring as the crowd gets hyped and Morgan gets on the apron.

"Guys! Let's regroup!" She shouted but watched as The Shield got thrown out by Big E.

Punk gets in the ring with Big E and looks at her. The Outspoken Diva decides to get in the ring, too.

"You two proved your point." she declared.

"You sure that's a good idea, Morgan? Bad ribs and all?" Cole asked.

"She can be reckless at times," JBL mentioned.

Punk starts taunting her which makes her furious. The anger was too much for her and she decided to slap him in the face.

"Uh oh!" JBL exclaimed as Punk held his face.

"You're angry, aren't you? So am I gonna have that match? Don't you wanna try to hurt me? Get your revenge?" Punk provoked before she slapped him once again.

"Shut up!" She snapped.

"Hey! What was that? Calm down." Big E exclaimed before getting slapped by her too.

"Who do you think you are, trying to order me around? I don't think so." She yelled as Big E rubbed the side of his face and looked at her. He stepped towards her and she took a step back. "Back up."

Big E wasn't going to hurt her, but he was going to try to get her out of the ring by intimidating her.

"Oh, wait, wait, look at this," JBL exclaimed as Roman slid into the ring.

He grabbed Morgan's hand and gently pulled her behind him. He turned his attention to Big E and he got himself ready to fight.

"Oh, this is gonna be good," Cole said as Big E took off his straps.

"This is gonna be awesome. This is gonna be great." JBL grinned.

"It's time," Roman said.

"Bring it!" Big E got hyped up as he and Roman exchanged words.

Morgan looked at them back and forth and decided to let them be but Punk got in the ring with a chair.

"He's got a chair. He's got a chair." Seth said to Roman.

Morgan and Roman look at Big E and then Punk and decide to get out of the ring as the crowd boos.

"The Shield will retreat for now," Cole said as Big E's theme came on.

Morgan tweets 'I guess CMPunk really wants to get #Dropped. Keep it up and I'll kick you in the face #YouThinkImPlaying?'

'WWEMorgan101 Nice, is that an early Christmas present? Can I get a match too? #StillWaiting' Punk replies.

'Maybe. #PatienceIsAVirtue CMPunk'

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'Next Week, Raw'

Morgan tweets 'Congrats to the #TotalDivas for winning the jingle belles match. You rocked it!'

Morgan also tweets 'Whoa wait a second, did I just see CM Punk, John Cena and Big E do The Shield's pose? #HeckNo #Injustice! #YouCantDoThePoseBetterThanTheShield'

'In The Ring'

The Shield were taking on Punk, Cena, and Big E. Morgan was at ringside as Cena and Dean started off the match. She could hear the 'Let's go Cena, Cena Sucks' chant as Cena takes control of Dean. Once Dean gets hit with a shoulder block, he tags in Rollins.

Cena hits Seth with two shoulder blocks and a side slam. He looks at The Shield and does the 'You Can't See Me' taunt and runs to the ropes. Seth rolls out the ring to regroup. He angrily bangs on the apron four times in frustration.

"Hey! Look at me!" Morgan put her hands on Seth's shoulders. "Do not lose your cool. Calm down. You got this."

Later on, The Shield take control of the match with Seth in the ring with Punk. Punk's injured ribs begin to aggravate him when Seth throws him to the turnbuckle. Moments later, Roman and Punk are in the ring with each other.

"I got a feeling Morgan is happy about Punk's ribs," Cole said as Roman put Punk in a bear hug while Morgan looked on in delight.

Near the end of the match, Rollins jumps off the ropes but Cena catches him and goes for the AA Position as the crowd gets hyped. Roman gets in the ring and spears Cena off of Seth.

"Oh and a spear!" Cole exclaimed.

Punk hits Roman with a flying clothesline off the ropes as he falls out of the ring. Punk also clotheslines Seth out of the ring. Ambrose strikes Punk with a knee to the back and he falls out of the ring too. Dean turns around but gets caught in Big E's big ending finisher.

Rollins and Reigns run into the ring and break up the pin as the ref calls for a DQ. The Shield begin to attack Big E and position him for the triple powerbomb.

"Welcome to the deep end Big E," JBL said.

Roman roars but gets his legs grabbed by Cena as he gets dragged out of the ring. Cena throws him to the barricade and runs into the ring with Punk. Big E hits Dean and Seth with a double clothesline. Cena hits the AA on Seth, and Punk hits the GTS on Dean as they roll out of the ring.

"Not cool..." She retorted as she and Roman helped out Seth and Dean.

Punk gets on the ropes and pointed at her. "Still waiting for ya!"

'Smackdown'

Morgan was walking backstage but got pushed by Tamina.

"Ow." Morgan held her ribs. "What was that for?"

"Aw, I'm sorry, did that hurt?" Tamina taunted.

"Yeah. It did." she bluntly replied.

"Too bad. So, I hear you won't be joining the Diva Battle Royal at Tribute to The Troops because of your little injury there." She pointed at her taped ribs. "Poor little girl, I guess wrestling guys is just too much for your body to handle. Maybe wrestling WWE Superstars isn't for you."

Morgan smirked. "Well, I don't see you wrestling WWE Superstars, so you're one to talk..."

Tamina grabbed her by the neck and pushed her to the wall as she winced in pain and grunted.

"I'm going to say this right now, don't think I'm done with you. I'm still going to get you back from Survivor Series."

"You've gotta be kidding me...You're still on that? Jeesh and I thought I was the only one who keeps grudges." She retorted but then Tamina slammed her to the wall again as the Outspoken Diva grunted.

"What's the matter? Can't defend yourself? You need help? Who is going to help you, Morgan? Your boyfriend? One of your little Total Diva friends? You're weak and defenseless."

"No, you're weak. You're gonna attack me while I'm injured? How tough do you feel right now?" She grunted as she put her hands on Tamina's to try to lessen the choke.

"I can break you like a twig, little girl. In fact, I can do it right now." Tamina was about to push her to the wall again but heard a voice.

"Release her. Now." A growl was heard as she obeyed.

Morgan held her ribs and throat as Tamina turned around. The camera showed Roman Reigns as the crowd cheered.

"This is between me and her. Not you. Stay out of my business, Roman." Tamina said, not intimidated by the Samoan.

"She's defenseless. How big do you feel right now? And she is my business. I'm not going to let you hurt her. Now, I'll ask you again. Get your ass out of here. Now." He growled.

Tamina smirked at him and walked away.

"God, I cannot wait to kick her ass..." Morgan muttered.

"Are you okay?" he asked as he helped her.

The Philly diva started to look upset. "I hate feeling weak. Why can't these ribs just heal already?"

"You're not weak Morgan. It's going to take time for those ribs to heal. Don't beat yourself up. I admire you for your guts and toughness."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I'm just glad I was around before she did any more damage to you. It seems like she really wants to take you out."

"I know...but don't worry, it won't be long before I can get back in the ring." She reassured. "Thanks for helping me."

"No problem. I'll see you later." He started walking away.

"Hey, Roman?"

He turned around. "What's up?"

She smiled. "I admire you too."

"Good to know."

Morgan tweets 'Somebody is really desperate to take me out. Oh how I'm not surprised...'

'Later, in the ring'

Big E, Cena and Mark Henry take on The Shield while Morgan stands at ringside. Once the bell rings, Big E quickly takes control but Ambrose puts him in a headlock.

"Oh!" Seth exclaimed as Dean hit Big E with a knee to the midsection.

"That's gotta hurt..." Morgan murmured.

"Should of did your homework, E!" Roman yelled.

Ambrose gets on the top rope but gets thrown off by Big E. He starts to hit Ambrose with clotheslines and does a belly to belly suplex on him.

"Come on Dean!" she cheered.

"Come on Dean, come on Dean," Seth said before he threw Big E out of the ring.

Seth and Roman stalk over to Langston but then Cena and Henry come to the rescue. Dean gets out of the ring and pushes Roman's arm, to get him out of his way.

"I'll get him." Ambrose declared as Roman glanced at his arm and back at Ambrose.

"Uh oh..." Morgan mumbled as she saw the tension between them.

Near the end of the match, Ambrose is caught with another clothesline and gets hit with the Big Ending to win the match.

"Big E picks up the victory," Cole said as Roman got in the ring and glared at Big E. Seth drags Dean out of the ring while Mark Henry gets in the ring.

'Ding Ding Ding'

"Big E gives his team a one to nothing lead," Cole informed.

"You okay?" Morgan put her hand on Dean's cheek as he sat down to take a breather.

"Yeah." He replied.

Once he regroups, The Shield watch as Roman is thrown out of the ring.

"You all right?" Seth asked as Dean leaned on the barricade.

Mark Henry pushes Roman to the apron as he hits his back before throwing him back in the ring.

"Come on Roman!" Morgan cheered.

"Come on Big man." Seth looked on as Roman kept getting hit with headbutts and then a big boot to the head. "Come on big man, you gotta watch out."

Roman fights back and hits Mark with a superman punch and pins him for a 2 count. He starts to wear down Henry with a headlock. Henry throws Roman up in the air as he falls chest first to the floor. When Roman gets up, he gives Henry a Samoan drop.

"That is strength." JBL says. Roman roars and punches the ground. He strikes Henry with a superman punch and goes to the corner. He roars again before spearing him for the win. "That was impressive."

"Yeah!" The Outspoken Diva cheered.

Once Roman gets out of the ring, she wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him on the cheek.

"You did it!" She beamed as he grinned and chuckled in response.

In the ring, Cena and Seth lock up. Once Cena gives him a hip toss, Seth rolls out of the ring and bangs on the barricade in frustration.

"Don't lose your cool. You got this." Morgan advised as her teammates tried to give him advice.

"Wear him down. Wear him down." Roman said as Seth nodded. "There you go." He said when Seth moved out of the way from the turnbuckle as Cena bumped into it.

He starts to wear him down with stomps and puts him in a headlock to wear him down.

"Rollins has a good game plan so far. One thing The Shield is good at is having a good game plan and sticking to it." JBL said.

Cena stands up and walks back to push Seth's back into the turnbuckle. He goes to run towards him but gets kicked in the face. He gets pinned for a 2 count as Seth starts to get aggressive.

"Stay down!" Roman yelled. "What I tell you, John? If you stay down, we wouldn't have to put you down."

Seth hits John with a kick in the gut. The pace of the match was slow while Seth was taking control. Big E and Mark start to hype up the crowd as Cena hits Seth with a clothesline to buy himself some time.

He plants Cena with a DDT and pins him for a 2 count as Roman puts his head on the apron.

"Don't get frustrated. You got this. Keep your cool." Morgan said when Seth started banging on the mat after he kept getting two counts.

"Rollins is dominating John Cena, believe it or not," Cole said.

"You're gonna have to give up." Roman taunted as Cena leaned on the ropes.

"It's hard to get in the head of John Cena. He went through a lot of wars." Cole mentioned.

Cena throws Rollins to the turnbuckle as he flips on top of it.

Morgan cringed at the impact. "Yikes! Are you okay!?"

"Ah~" Rollins groaned out in pain before flipping off the ropes, holding his lower torso.

Cena starts hitting him with shoulder blocks but Seth counters his attack and plants Cena's face onto one of the turnbuckles.

"Awesome! Awesome counter!" she cheered

"Come on Cena!" Big E said.

Rollins mocks Cena's 'You can't see me' taunt and punches him down. Cena counters his attack and hits him with the five knuckle shuffle. He goes for the AA but Seth lands on his feet. Cena runs towards him but gets elbowed and hit by a top rope move. He pins Cena for a near fall as Ambrose holds his head.

"Cena tried to make a comeback but Seth takes control once again," Cole said as Reigns talked trash to Cena.

Seth tries to attack him in the corner but Cena moves out of the way and strikes him with a neckbreaker. Cena pins him for a near fall as the crowd gets hyped.

"And he stayed in it! Cena thought it was three!" Cole shouted as Cena held up three fingers to the ref.

The Shield were relieved while Morgan held her chest in shock and looked at the ref.

"That was two! Two!" She declared and put up two fingers with Dean and Roman. "That was two, John."

Cena gets on the top rope but Rollins hits the ropes, making him fall on the back of his leg. He pins Cena after he gives him the Skywalker but only for another near fall.

"Ugh!" Morgan exclaimed and held her head. "Are you kidding me!?"

Dean holds his stomach and bangs on the apron.

"The Shield thought he had him," Cole said.

Cena nails Rollins with a powerbomb and pins him for a near fall as the crowd 'Ohs'. The Shield look relieved again while Mark and Big E were looking in shock. The crowd motivates both superstars to get up and Cena puts Seth in the AA position but Seth grabs onto the ropes. Once he releases him, he throws Seth up but he lands on his feet and hits him with an enzuigiri.

"What a move by Rollins!" Cole exclaimed. "He's just an incredible athlete."

Rollins pins Cena for another near fall as Dean puts his hands to his mouth.

"Come on man. Come on, John." Mark supported.

Seth gets on the top rope and goes for the diving knee. He pins him for another near fall as Dean looks on in dismay. Cena catches Seth in the STF as The Shield start to panic and the crowd gets hyped. Seth quickly gets to the ropes as Roman pulls him out. Dean gets in the ring while the ref is distracted but gets clotheslined by Big E.

He rolls out the ring while Morgan keeps her distance from the drama. She wished that she could do something but her ribs were still bothering her.

Big E punches Dean over the announce table and turns around only to be hit by a Superman punch from Roman. Mark Henry comes to Langston's aid and throws Reigns over Dean near the announce table. Meanwhile, Cena catches Rollins for the AA in the ring and pins him for the win.

"Here is your winner! John Cena!" Lilian announced as his theme came on and he celebrated with his team.

Seth gets out the ring and holds his stomach while he sits and leans on the barricade.

"You did awesome out there. Win or lose, you did good." Morgan said, helping him as he nodded and held his head.

"An incredible way to close the year. Happy New Year everybody! We'll see you in 2014 on Smackdown." Cole closed the show.

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Favorite Hashtag?

#YouCantDoThePose

#Injustice

#YouCantDoThePoseBetterThanTheShield

#PaitenceIsAVirtue

#StillWaiting

#TotalDivas

#Dropped

#YouThinkImPlaying

#HeckNo

#dean ambrose x oc #the shield #wwe fanfiction #wwe scenarios #wwe imagine #wwe oc #dean ambrose #dean ambrose fanfic #the shield fanfic #the shield 4th member #seth rollins #roman reigns

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roadtogracelandx45 · 1 year

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Prompt List updated March 27th

I am starting with 70 for now, I may add or change them going forward. but for now these were the ones i had in my notebook. i got all of them off of Pinterest. Some already have names by them but go ahead and request them again if you like the prompt and I can redo them.

Fandoms I write for:

Top Gun Maverick: All

Elvis: Elvis

One Chicago: Kelly Severide, Jay Halstead, Will Halstead, Connor Rhodes, Adam Ruzek

Avengers: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes, Natasha, Clint Barton, Peter Parker

Triple Frontier: Will Miller and Benny Miller

Four Brothers: Bobby Mercer, Jack Mercer

Sons of Anarchy: Jax Teller, Opie Winston, Juice Ortiz, David Hale,

Fast and Furious: Dom Toretto, Roman Peirce, Brian O'Conner, Letty Ortiz

Band of Brothers: Wild Bill, Babe, Malarkey, Nixon, Winters, Joe Toye

Twilight: All of the Cullens, Jacob Black and Bella Swan

Harry Potter: All

WWE/TNA/AEW/ ROH : Seth Rollins, Roman Reigns, Dean Ambrose, Stephanie McMahon, Triple H, Shawn Michaels, Chris Jericho, CM Punk, The Young Bucks, Adam Cole, Bobby Fish, Kyle O'Reilly, Roderick Strong, Chris Sabin, Alex Shelley, Randy Orton, Edge, Christian Cage, Matt Hardy, Jeff Hardy, Hurricane Helms. Mr. Kennedy

Supernatural- Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Cas

The West Wing: Josh Lyman, Sam Seaborn

Game of Thrones: Robb Stark, Jon Snow, and Sansa Stark

Lord of the Rings/ The Hobbit: Thorin, Fili, Kili, Bilbo, Legolas, Aragon.

Black Sails: Billy Bones, James Flint, Eleanor, Charles Vane, Anne Bonney, John Silver

Law and Order SVU: All

Hawaii Five-0: All

SWAT: All

Yellowstone: Kayce Dutton, Rip Wheeler, Beth Dutton, Jamie Dutton.

Crash- Kenny

Southland- John Cooper, Ben Sherman

Gotham- Jim Gordon

White Collar- Matthew Keller

The Mighty Ducks- All

The Outsiders- All

*****

01 “Oh you think I am cute when I am angry? Well get ready because I am about to be gorgeous.”

02. “I can’t lose you again. Can’t you see that? I am not strong enough.”

03. “Marry me’

04. “I’m not jealous.”

05. “Kiss my ass.”

06. “Were you ever gonna tell me?”

07. “Excuse you?”

08. “This is all your fault.”

09. “It’s not fair.”

10. “Game Over, you lose.”

11. “Is she always this obnoxious?” “Oh, she is just getting warmed up.”

12. “We don’t need to control them. We need to unleash them.”

13. “It should have never come to this.”

14. “I’m not a lot of people’s favorite person.”

15. “I shouldn’t have wasted 3 years on someone when Russia could have sent me a good bottle of vodka.”

16. “Can we have this conversation when you aren’t upset?”

17. “Come over here and make me, why don’t ya?”

18. “I am tired of being your secret.”

19. “Mess with them, you mess with me.”

20. “I don’t want to sleep alone tonight.”

21. �� I am coming to get you. Stay there.”

22. “Are you safe?” “I, I don’t know.”

23. “This is why I don’t let myself fall in love.”

24. “You are my regret.”

25. “You have to make a choice.”

26. “Put the knife down.”

27. “Jokes on them.”

28. “The way you flirt is shameless.”

29. “With all due respect, I’m going to ignore everything you just said.”

30. “It’s me! It’s me baby! Calm down.”

31. “Have you lost your damn mind?”

32. “Hey, I am here with you. Okay? Always.”

33. “Hold me back.”

34. “You aren’t a bad guy.”

35. “You know we are meant to be.”

36. “Mine.”

37. “Seriously, you are a manchild.”

38. “I get it alright! I fucked up!”

39. “She’s dead! I killed her!”

40. “You smell nice.”

41. “I think I am pregnant.”/ “I am pregnant, not helpless. Stop worrying so much.”

42. “So what if I am jealous? Its not gonna change anything.”

43. “You owe me.”

44. “Be careful.” “I always am.”

45. “Take my jacket, it's cold outside.”

46. “I am not some toy you can play with.”

47. “Just play long. Please.’

48. “I did something terrible.’

49. “Don’t hurt the hair on their head.’

50. “I got your back.”

51. "I told you not to get too close to me."

52. "How long?' "Since the beginning."

53. "Touch her and you're dead."

54. "Baby, we are the law."

55. "Baby, don't make me spell it out. You know I want you."

56. "I will always choose you."

57. "What happened? I told you to stay by my side!"

58. "Don't you dare!"

59. "Well what can I say? I am a badass."

60. "Excuse me, I have to go and make a scene."

61. "Before this happens, I need you to know that I have always loved you." 1

62. "No panties, baby girl?" 1

63. "Well you are coming home with me whether you like it or not."

64. "That looks hard. Let's switch."

65. "Saddle up doll."

66. "Like what you see?"

67. "Don't pretend to be innocent."

68. "You're mine. And I don't share."

69. "Welcome back, now fucking help me."

70. "Don't be an asshole, asshole."

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bubblegumlefty · 2 years

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Okay. So now that I finally was able to see my first live payperview, here are some highlights I listed.

1) I finally learned what "TV Magic" is. They had one entire side of the stadium blocked off, and it was either that they always did this without me ever noticing, or that they didn't get enough ticket sales. Or maybe it's both.

2) Bayley finally came back after several months (which made my fan sign useless! 😂). Two other stars returned too, but I can't remember their names at the moment. I was secretly hoping for Ezekiel or Elias to come out later during the show to complete the experience, but alas, I only got half. Still better than nothing.

3) Miz VS Logan Paul actually wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Was actually kinda funny at points (like the Miz with his own pokemon card? C'mon. 😂) Also, for some reason, seeing Tomasso Ciampa wear bright green ring gear was strangely hilarious to me. Probably because it just looked so jarring. Logan actually suprised me, ngl. Say what you want about his intolerable behavior as a person, but if there's one thing that he's good at, it's how to generate good heat. His wrestling ain't too shabby either.

4) Usos VS street profits was nice. Entrances were sick, their wrestling was exciting to see, and the way they were teasing the street profits' seperation just hurt in all the right ways.

5) Seeing Judgement Day's entrance was epic as hell. Too bad I was too far away to get good pictures of Finn, Damian, and Rhea in all their sexy glory. Seeing Rey and Dominick wrestle live was pretty cool too.

6) Edge returned to an awesome ovation. To say that the section I was in was made near deafening noise would be an understatment. Me and my Dad literally jumped out of our seats and cheered once we heard the unfamiliar music. Don't even get me started on his Brood like entrance with the fire and shit. I really hope that'll be his new permanent entrance for now, cause it's absolutely badass.

7) As the sun set, the stage turned on a giant bright light that was for the entrance way on the side of the roof that shone directly in front of the nosebleed section. The entire section began to chant "we can't see" and "turn the light off". Obviously it didn't work, but it was still funny regardless.

8) Austin Theory VS Bobby Lashley was decent. It wasn't until Bobby's entrance did some Pyro finally go off. It was super close to our seats and nearly scared the living daylights out of me and my family, lol.

9) Don't have much to say about Ronda Rousy VS Liv Morgan except that their entrances were pretty cool to watch (then again, I guess that applies to every entrance). Don't get me wrong, the match was fine enough, but it just felt too short to me. At least Liv retained the championship.

10) Pat McAfee's entrance was great with the choir and everything. I know his wrestling reign won't last very long, sadly, so I'm just gonna appreciate it while it lasts. Corbin is just meh. Not terrible, not fantastic, just... Meh. Neutral feeling I guess.

11) Glenn Jacobs made a cameo. Not gonna get into the political stuff, thank you. But seeing him raise his arms up for the fire and pyro after his little speech was neat to see.

12) Seth Rollins made an appearance. Not for a match sadly, but still there regardless. Entrance was cool with everybody singing his theme and everything. Riddle was just being riddle, talking about Randy Orton and how he got injured and stuff. After Seth had curbstomped him and was walking back up the ramp, one of the fans commented to his friends that he was gonna go back for a second one. Didn't happen.

13) The Main Event was fantastic. Definitely the best match Roman and Brock have had during their feud. Roman's entrance was amazing to watch. I even did the pointing thing. Pyro was awesome, music was awesome, kinda repeating myself at this point. Brock's was cool too. He brought a freaking tractor to the ring and pulled a cool and funny sounding introduction. Props to him that he can finally manage to do his own promo work after so long. As for the match itself, it was *chef's kiss*. The several near count-outs, the way brock dumped Roman's body on the canvas with the tractor (lol) and literally lifting AN ENTIRE QUARTER OF THE FUCKING RING. (btw Roman falling the way he did when it happened is just pure meme potential. Loved it. Paul Heyman also took an incredible table spot, which is amazing for his age ngl) Theory tried to cash in his briefcase, but failed (my Dad was literally saying "bullshit" as soon as his music hit. I had already theorized that it would potentially happen. Good thing he failed to cash in, that would've been one of the quickest ways to get X-pac heat since Roman defeated the Undertaker. Ending was satisfying. Honestly, I think the Usos interfering and covering Brock with the debris of their work for the win was one of the more believable approach to having him lose in my personal opinion. Sadly, I was forced to leave before the fireworks went off, so I basically missed the grand finale of the show (thanks dad 🙄), had an anxiety spike when I was trying to leave the stadium, and ended up tripping on the crack in a road when we got to the car and ended up scraping my knee terribly. So not a pleasant way to end the experience, but hey, it is what it is.

So my overall experience for my first live payperview ever? 8/10. Had some downsides here and there (unable to hear the commentary, too far away to actually see the wrestlers clearly due to poor eyesight, as well as the other stuff I just mentioned) but overall, it was generally a fantastic experience that I would love to participate in again sometime in the future once I get the money and transportation required for such a thing. Oh, and lesson learned? Get the more expensive tickets/closer seats as your first choice in ADVANCE!!!

#wwe #world wrestling entertainment #wwe summerslam #summerslam 2022 #summerslam highlights

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romanstheory · 2 years

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I've Changed a Randy Orton One Shot

Warnings : Smut, Fluff, Multiple Female Orgasms

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Randy Orton and I had been broken up for a year now, he needed to work on himself and his anger. I couldn't stand his fits of rage anymore, or picking up the pieces after he self destructed. I was tired of being his baby sitter. Today I am returning to RAW after an injury that kept me out of action for a month, but I feel better than ever now. I know Randy is here, and I would like to avoid him at all costs. He's tried calling me a few time but I just let it go to voice mail and then he leaves a voice mail and I don't listen. I wish he would leave me alone.... Forever.

I am getting something small to eat from catering when I peek over and see Randy out of the corner of my eye. I try my hardest to not be seen by him as I take my food and try to walk away. "Y/N! Y/N! Will you just wait a second please" I hear Randy say. I ignore him and continue walking. He catches up to me and stands in front of me "Will you just give me two seconds please. I haven't been able to get ahold of you" Randy pleads with me. "Get out of my way Randy, I don't need this" I demand

Randy clenches his jaw and reluctantly gets out of my way. I breathe in deeply and make my way to find somewhere far away from him to eat. I wish he would leave me alone. Actually I wish I never had to see him again. I should have listened when everyone told me to stay away from him, but I thought I could fix him. Y'know shine him up and make him all new, boy was I fucking wrong. I find a small empty table and sit and eat my food, still angry at the sight of Randy. My phone buzzes again.... Guess who? RANDY! I pick up the phone this time.

"Don't hang up PLEASE!" Randy begs on the other end of the phone. "What the fuck do you want!" I yell. "Just give me two seconds of your time after the show. I can meet you where ever you want I just need to talk to you, I'm literally begging you Y/N" Randy pleads. "I don't want anyone in my business so meet me at my air bnb after. If you try and funny shit I will beat your fucking head in!" I respond before hanging up abruptly. I gather myself before my match, this is my return, it's extremely important.

I enter the ring, the crowd is going crazy. My adrenalin is pumping and I dominate my match. The night comes to an end and I head to my air bnb for a shower. I slip my robe on and text Randy the address. I pour myself some wine and wait for his arrival. It doesn't take long before I hear a knock at the door, I answer and allow Randy in. We sit down in the living room and I sip my wine. "So?" I say looking directly into his eyes. "I guess I'll start by saying I'm sorry" Randy begins "For everything, everything I put your through, everything you saw.... everything.

"Is that all you came here to say?" I ask "Is that why you've been borderline harassing me?". Randy clenches his jaw "No, I wanted to tell you that I've changed. I'm not the same person as before, I'm not angry. I've gotten help, and Y/N I still love you" He says. I would be lying if I said I didn't love him anymore. You don't just fall out of love with someone you gave everything to. I stay silent, loosening my defensive posture. "I know I've put you through so much already, but I miss you" Randy says getting emotional. In all of our years together I had never seen Randy like this, it was always anger or nothingness.

"How do I know you're telling the truth" I ask softly. "Let me show you" He says scooting closer to me. He wraps his tattooed arm around me, turning me around to face him. I push my lips against his as Randy leans in, eventually hovering over me. I felt butterflies in my stomach, something I hadn't felt since we first met. He moves his hand into my robe, cupping my soft breast. I untie my robe, exposing myself completely while Randy undresses himself. He hovers over me again, bending down and licking my erect nipples. I always loved when he did this, but this time he did it with more passion. I can feel myself getting wet.

He leans back up, kissing me again before slowly pressing himself into me. He glides in smoothly, my body welcoming him back in gracefully. "Oh fuck!" He groans "Oh I missed this" I wrap my legs around him, guiding him in further. I can already feel the tension building up inside of Randy as his strokes becomes faster. "You're so tight" Randy groans "You're so big" I respond. As messed up as Randy was, he's always been amazing in bed.... Maybe that's why I stayed for so long. He kisses on my neck and I feel my climax coming. Randy without warning finished inside of me "I'm so sorry!" He says shocked. "Keep going" I say unfazed by him filling me with his juices.

Randy continues stroking, this time I swirl my finger around my almost ready clit and reach my climax. I moan loudly, thinking we're done. Randy grabs my legs, pulling me down lower onto the sofa and slowly puts his big fingers inside of me. My body accepts him in, almost guiding him. He curls his fingers, massaging my G spot slowly. I'm still coming down from my first climax, so this is making my squirm from the pleasure. His blue eyes looking deeply into mine as he licks his lips admiring my pleasure faces.

"Randy! I'm close again!" I say trying to catch my breath. He picks up the pace, never breaking eye contact with me as he begins to play with my nipples with his free hand. I feel the pleasure building once again "Oh my god!" I yell before a wave of pleasure like I had never experienced before came over me. My legs went weak and my body got warm. I reached my climax and Randy kept massaging my spot. It felt like he had taken my soul, and I was okay with it. My legs fall and Randy goes in for another kiss "Forgive me?" He asks softly. "Already forgiven" I say panting

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Betwixt; Draco Malfoy: Chapter - The Job

Introduction(please read!)

First and foremost, warnings will be posted at the beginning of each chapter, but as a forewarning this story will contain mentions of sexual assault as well as swearing/strong language, and smut.

There are some characters in this story that are mine, however, the majority of them are based off of characters in JK Rowling's Harry Potter series. I do not support JK Rowling.

This is a Royalty AU, magic as seen in the Harry Potter series does not exist within this universe.

This series is also being posted on Wattpad @Tonix27 and it is currently In progress / Completed

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A/N: First chapter of the series I’ve been working on! I’m so excited for you guys to read this!!!!

Summary: To make ends meet after her mother's death, Y/N, a young mom, living within the kingdom of Sithrawl, lands a job at the castle working for the Royal Family, specifically for the prince, Draco Malfoy. What starts as a way to make money for her son quickly turns into an unexpected romance between her and the prince. Y/N soon finds herself stuck between her responsibilities as a mother and her longing for love and adventure

Warning(s): Swearing

Word Count: 5.9k

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I shut the rickety door and leaned against it, the weight of my body keeping it closed. A deep sigh left my lips, and I relaxed my shoulders, finally feeling safe. It was silent in my home. Jasper must be asleep. I pushed myself off the door and crept around the corner. The wall was cold to the touch, and I was surprised to feel an indent underneath my fingertips. I pulled my hand away to see a long crack embedded in the plaster. There were already so many in this damn house, not to mention the little holes in the roofing and the lack of insulation. It was getting colder every day.

Sighing to myself, I made a mental note of the new damage and peeked into the bedroom. There he was, his dirty blonde hair cast over his eyes as he slept. I put my hand on his shoulder and gently shook him, waking him up. He rubbed his eyes sleepily. Upon seeing me, he jumped up. “Mummy!” he said excitedly. My heart swelled as I took my boy into my arms and hoisted him onto my hip.

“How are you, my love? Hungry?” I ask. He nodded eagerly. I chuckled lightly at his toothy grin. He was always hungry, but weren’t all six-year-olds? Luckily for him, I managed to get some bread for free down at the market. Mrs. Weasley, the kind woman at the bakery, has been sneaking me food for the past two weeks. And although I was grateful for it, I was also ashamed. I would’ve been able to pay for her tasty treats, but my family’s funds had been stretching thinner and thinner ever since my mother passed.

She died on the first of October, just as the cold was setting in. It wasn’t sudden; she’d been sick for a month or so before finally laying to rest. I had tried to take up her old job. She worked as a maid for a relatively wealthy family, the Greengrass’. However, when I knocked upon their door, a middle-aged woman dressed in my mother’s old uniform answered. That had told me everything I needed to know. Since then, I’ve been scouring the village for potential work. I’d managed to get a few odd jobs here and there, but nothing long term, and I needed to feed my boy.

“What did you get today, Mum?” Jasper questioned. I turned to him and kissed his forehead.

“Just some bread. Is that alright?” I asked hopefully. He’d never been the type of kid to complain, but I knew that, as he grew, so did his appetite. Bread was quickly becoming dull. Sooner or later, he’d voice his distaste for it. To my surprise, Jasper smiled and squeezed his arms around my neck, giving me a tight hug. “Yep!” he replied cheerfully. My anxiety quickly faded away. I kissed his cheek and sat him down at the table.

“Did you do anything fun today?” I asked as I began slicing the loaf. Jasper hummed, thinking to himself.

“I pretended to be a cow!” he declared, looking proud of himself. Jasper had always been quite the fan of cows. His favorite activity was trotting around the house, mooing. In my opinion, it was the cutest thing ever, but I may be a bit biased.

“Did you? And how did you do that?” I asked, eyebrows raised. Jasper smirked and puffed out his chest. “I ate grass!” he announced loudly. I shook my head in bewilderment. “You ate grass?” Jasper nodded proudly. “Yup! And look,” he reached inside his pocket and pulled out a bundle of green grass, dumping it onto the table. “I saved some for you,” he finished, pushing the greenery towards me. I did my best to hide my grimace and gently placed his plate of bread in front of him. “That’s...wonderful, uhm, sweetheart, it’s not good to eat grass. You could get sick,” I said quietly, trying to deliver this news gently. A frown appeared on Jasper’s face, and he dropped his head, his eyes now staring at his lap.

“Oh, Jas, it’s alright. I know you were only playing, but humans can’t eat grass,” I said while taking my own seat at the table. He reluctantly looked up, his pouty lips on full display. “Come on, love, eat some of your bread. The sun is going down, and I don’t like washing dishes in the dark,” I spoke sternly, trying to get him to eat. He sighed but picked up his bread and shoved it in his mouth. I made sure he didn’t choke since he had a tendency to take bigger bites than he should. I gnawed on my own piece.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. It was nearly nightfall. Who would be at the door at this time? I quickly got to my feet as the person knocked again. “Who’s that, Mum?” Jasper asked, his mouth full of bread. “Finish your bite before speaking, Jas. And I don’t know, let’s find out.” I approached the door, brushed off my dress, and turned the knob. Standing outside was Ron Weasley, the bakers’ youngest son.

“Ron? Come in, come in. What’s going on?” I asked, a bit concerned he was here to tell me his parents wouldn’t be able to give me food anymore. The ginger-haired boy rushed past me and into my home and eagerly slapped a flyer onto the table. “Look,” he told me as he pointed to the parchment. I gave him a skeptical look but walked over to the table and picked it up.

The Malfoy family is seeking a servant to the young prince. If interested, arrive at the castle at dawn on the 19th of October.

SALARY: 4 galleons per hour

The person selected to be the Prince’s servant will furthermore reside in the castle.

As I took in the information on the flyer, Jasper took the parchment from my grasp. He held it out in front of him and stared at it intently. I considered berating him for taking what doesn’t belong to him, but I chose not to, and instead, I turned to Ron, who had an enormous grin on his face. “Ron, you can’t be serious…”

“It’s perfect! It’s four galleons an hour, and if you’re working dawn till dusk, that’s roughly eleven hours. Forty-four galleons a day, Y/N. You can’t pass this up. You’d be mad not to at least try,” he told me. I wasn’t quite sold, “Yeah, that sounds like a dream, but what would I…” I paused and held my hand up to Ron, signaling him to give me a moment. Then I faced Jasper. “Darling, put your plate in the sink and go wash up; I’ll be there soon to get you ready for bed, alright?” I instructed him. His pouty lips returned.

“But I wanna know what’s going on!” the boy insisted. He dropped the paper, crossed his arms over his chest, and promptly glared at me. I held back my laugh at his attempt at intimidation and put a hand on my hip. “Do as I say.” Jasper sighed but slid off his chair and trod off to the bathroom. I turned back to Ron. “If I live at the castle, how can I take care of Jasper? I can’t just leave him here alone; he’s only six, not to mention he’s ill,” I explained as I picked the parchment back up again. Ever since Jasper had turned four, he started having trouble breathing. There had been times where I was unsure if he’d survive through the night. Ron knew about this, but he wasn’t budging. “Y/N, the castle isn’t far. You could sneak out at dusk and spend the night with Jasper, no problem.”

“With all due respect, Ron, I don’t think it’ll be that easy. I’d have to get past people in the castle, the guards, and who knows who else?” I said, shaking my head. My eyes drifted to the flyer in my hand. A servant to the prince. What did that even mean? There was a serious lack of detail in the advertisement. My lip curled in distaste. The Royal Family was known to be quite the arrogant bunch. Malfoy, their surname, directly translates to ‘bad faith’. They didn’t treat their citizens well; nearly every town outside of Orton’s walls was neglected. Totbury, my town, especially.

Nevertheless, the Malfoy’s knew that, despite treating their people terribly, people would scramble for the chance to land this job. Simply based on the look of the family’s servants, they weren’t looking for people like me. If they found out where I live, they’ll surely dismiss me.

“Y/N, you’re underestimating yourself. That castle has numerous secret passageways, just find one of those, and you’re all set. And even if that doesn’t work, then you just make an excuse. Say the Prince himself sent you into the city, what are the guards going to say to that?” Ron argued. I threw him a look of confusion as I put the flyer down, my eyes lingering on the young prince. “How would you even know about secret passageways?” I asked. Ron cocked an eyebrow. “You don’t believe they exist?” he asked incredulously. I scoffed and walked over to the sink.

“Ron, they’re only rumors. I’m sure they have a couple of lesser-known corridors, but not a secret passageway. That’s absurd,” I began rinsing off the plates and silverware, “And besides, I wouldn’t get chosen. Have you forgotten who I am? They’re not going to hire a peasant from Totbury, Ronald. I mean, have you seen the sheer amount of guards that line up around the Prince? They won’t let anyone touch him, so what makes you think they’d let me be his personal servant?” I asked, not really expecting a legitimate answer. However, it seemed as though Ron had all the answers that day.

“That’s easy, just lie. Say you’re from Orton. The population is big enough that they wouldn’t know the difference. And it’s not like the King and Queen even leave the castle. I bet they couldn’t tell the difference between a Sithrawliean from a Perwenese,” Ron claimed. Perwen was the neighboring kingdom to Sithrawl.

“That may be true, but even if I lied, I don’t look the part. I’ve got maybe two dresses, and they both have holes in them. They’ll see right through me,” I pointed out yet another problem with Ron’s plan while I scrubbed the chipped plates in my sink. He remained silent for a moment but then snapped his fingers.

“You’re about the same age as Ginny, aren’t you?” he asked, eyes looking hopeful. Indeed, I was around his sister’s age. I told him so, and he smiled. “Then you could borrow one of her dresses, in fact, I think Mum just bought her a new one!” he suggested excitedly. Once I put down the now clean plates, I dried my hands and spun around to face Ron.

“I’m not taking Ginny’s new dress; that’s ridiculous,” I replied. Ron opened his mouth to retaliate, but I interrupted him. “Look, I appreciate you looking out for Jasper and me, but I can’t...I can’t just lie to the Royal Family. And I don’t want to leave my son at home all day.”

“But haven’t you already been doing that? You’ve been scouring the streets for weeks looking for a job. I just thought that maybe this would be a good—”

I cut him off, my patience lost. “Yes, well, you thought wrong! I’m not going off and living in a lavish castle while my child is all alone in this shithole. It’s unfair to him, and I’m not doing it. End of story.”

Ron’s previously bright smile had faded into a regretful frown. He nodded his head and looked at the floor as if he was afraid to look me in the eye. I began to feel guilt seep into my stomach. He was only trying to help, and here I was giving him a hard time. Nice going, Y/N.

“You’re right. I’m sorry for suggesting it. I’ll just...get going, and don’t worry, I’ll tell Mum you say hello,” Ron said solemnly as he headed for the door. I held my tongue and walked him out, waving as he strode down the road. When I closed the door behind him, I let out a heavy sigh and ran my hands through my hair. There was no need for me to have acted like such a pain, but alas, the apology Ron deserves would have to wait until tomorrow. Tonight, I need to care for my boy.

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{The next morning}

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I woke with a start, sitting straight up in my bed. My back was drenched with sweat, and my skin felt hotter than hell. I had no clue as to why I'd woken up in such a state, but I didn't have the energy to care. Slowly, as to not wake Jasper, I lifted the covers and slid out of our bed. As I got to my feet and walked into the kitchen, I noticed the sun wasn’t even up yet. I stepped closer to the window and peered out, looking for the town clock. When I spotted it, I saw that it was roughly half-past five. Dawn wasn’t until seven.

Exhausted, I rubbed my eyes lightly and turned around. There on the table was the flyer. I stepped towards it and lifted it up. “...arrive at the castle at dawn…” My head turned towards the window once again. If I got ready now, I could make it. But did I dare? I’d have to find someone to watch Jasper. Does Ron’s offer even stand now? I supposed there was only one way to find out. I rushed to the bathroom and quickly turned on the water in the bath. A slow stream trickled out of the spout.

“Come on,” I whispered. As if the universe had heard me, the water pressure grew stronger, and the tub began to fill. Anxiously, I stripped my clothing and jumped inside, despite the lack of water. We always kept a wooden bowl by the bathtub, so I reached for it and dunked it under the faucet, letting it gather enough liquid before I dumped it onto my head. The temperature was less than ideal, but I made do, and within fifteen minutes, I was out of the bath and drying off.

Quickly, I threw on my dress, slipped on my shoes, and ran out the door, but not before kissing a sleeping Jasper goodbye. He’ll be okay, I assured myself. The Weasleys were luckily only a few blocks down, so I hustled down the street and up to their door. Yet, once I found myself on their cozy porch, I was unable to knock. My fist hovered above the wooden door, decorated with fresh winter flowers. It’s now or never, a voice in my head whispered. Somehow, I found my courage and rapped my knuckle against the firm wood.

After only a few moments, Mr. Weasley opened the door. “Y/N? What brings you here so early? Has something happened?” he asked initially. Then he saw my wet hair and my shivering frame. “Good heavens! Come inside, you’ll freeze,” he exclaimed, motioning for me to come towards him. I scampered in, and Mr. Weasley shut the door. I could tell he was bursting with questions, but I filled him in before he could speak.

“Thank you, Mr. Weasley. I’m here because yesterday Ronald stopped by and told me the Royal Family was looking for a servant. And well, at first, I wasn’t going to apply for it, but now...now I wish to,” I spoke softly. The man stood tall as he processed this information.

“Well, that sounds grand. But if I may, why are you here?” he questioned. Before I could tell him, Ron entered the foyer from around the corner. “Y/N? You’re here, have you changed your mind?” he asked, his voice sounding hopeful. With a bit of lingering hesitation, I nodded my head. “I have.”

Ron smiled brightly. “Brilliant, wait here,” he instructed before he headed into a different room, leaving his father and me by the door. Soon enough, however, he emerged with a green and white dress. It was paired with a leather brown underbust corset. Although simple, it was perfect. “That’s beautiful, wow. Are you sure about this?” I checked with Ron. He nodded and motioned behind him.

“Ginny’s awake; she’ll help you into it,” he told me. Right on cue, a sweet young girl with long red hair strolled into the foyer. She waved at me softly, and I waved back.

“Splendid, off you go then. Ginny, find her a towel to dry her hair, won’t you?” Mr. Weasley asked his daughter. She nodded, took me by the hand, and dragged me into what I assumed was her room. The Weasley’s home looked bigger than the rest in Totbury, but I never suspected that one of their children would have their own bedroom. I was led to the center of Ginny’s room. She shut the door and quickly began helping me out of my day dress.

“Are you nervous?” she asked immediately. Her inquiry caught me off guard and reminded me of the butterflies in my tummy. I scrambled for an answer as she wrapped my hair in a dark brown towel.

“Of course, I am. I’m leaving my son alone all day,” I told her finally. Ginny smiled softly as she laid my dress on her bed, leaving me in my undergarments. She knew I had dodged her question but didn’t mention it.

“We can have him stay with us today if you want. It’s really no problem,” Ginny offered. This wasn’t the first time the Weasley’s had said they could watch Jasper. While it was very kind of them, I never took them up on it; I couldn’t. My mother never gave me over to another family when she went to work. She would always tell me, “Don’t go outside. I’ll return before nightfall.” And that was that. I stayed put and waited for her to come home. Sure, it was a lonely childhood, but she did what she had to do to provide for me. Now, I wanted to do that for my own child, but it was becoming clearer to me that I wouldn’t be able to do things like my mother. If I get the job, I’ll be in the castle, I won’t be able to come running if something happens. Deep down, I knew the safest option for my boy was to let him stay with the Weasleys.

“Are you sure?” I asked. Ginny smiled and nodded her head. “Of course. He’ll be safe and sound while you do what you need to do.” I gnawed on my lip as she slipped the dress over my head and onto my body.

“I really appreciate this, you know? Things have just been… difficult lately, and I’m trying to do right by Jasper, but I’m still figuring out how, if that makes sense,” I said to her, not really knowing why I was suddenly confiding in her. Ginny was only a year younger than me, twenty-one. We’d never talked much growing up. Better late than never, I suppose.

“You’re doing great, Y/N. Don’t be so hard on yourself, seriously,” Ginny said gently while she began tying up my corset. I took a moment to admire myself in the ornate mirror in front of me. I was now adorned in an ankle-length, deep green dress. It was significantly nicer than any piece of clothing I’d ever owned.

“Where did you get this, Ginny? It’s so beautiful,” I asked. Ginny shrugged as she pulled and adjusted the fabric, seemingly her final touches.

“I’m not sure. Mum never said where she got it. But it’s gorgeous on you.” I felt my face flush as I stared back at myself in the mirror. I looked unfamiliar. Hesitantly, I gave Ginny a little twirl, feeling a grin creep onto my lips as the skirt flared around me in a perfect circle. I felt young. I felt new.

“Thank you for lending it to me. Hopefully, everything goes well, and I’ll make enough money to buy you many more dresses such as this one,” I said, smiling at Ginny. Then I caught sight of a nearby window. The sun wasn’t in the sky quite yet, but the darkness of the night was beginning to lift. “Speaking of which, I’d better get going. I’ll be back before nightfall to get Jasper; he should still be sleeping at home,” I rambled while heading for the door, Ginny close behind.

“Don’t worry, I’ll go fetch him. You’re right though, you’d better get a move on; sun’ll be up in an hour.” I nodded and tore the towel from my head, letting my semi-dry and now wavy hair fall to my shoulders and back. The other Weasleys lifted their heads as I rushed to the door. I quickly waved goodbye and said my thanks as I ran outside, the chorus of their farewells barely reaching my ears. I was already several paces down the street.

Luckily for me, I knew my way to the castle. Once I reached my teenage years, I’d often sneak through the woods and journey to the capital. And when I got near enough, I’d take a right and go the long way ‘round. That way, I could get up close and personal to the walls of Orton. I couldn’t see anything, of course, but I loved to sit my back against the cool stone bricks and simply listen to the hustle and bustle. As a young girl, I often daydreamed of what life might be like within those walls. Now, I may get the chance to find out.

The trip was just how I’d remembered it, although a bit shorter. First, I’d walk straight between the long stretches of farmland. Sometimes I’d even get to see livestock. But after that, the land would transition into dense forest, filled with various wildflowers as well as a little creek. Once through there, one found themselves at the start of a cobblestone road leading straight to the gates of Orton. That’s where I was now. The sun was beginning to pierce the sky, and I didn’t feel ready. Then I thought of Jasper, and my foot moved forwards, the other following after it. Soon enough, I was face to face with two tall men dressed in silver armor. Behind them, cast iron doors concealing the city beyond them.

“State your name and business,” the man on the left said. His eyes wouldn’t even meet mine. Bile tempted to spill into my mouth, but I swallowed it down and did as he asked.

“Y/N of Orton. I come to find work, specifically for the position at the castle,” I said in a tone as confident as I could muster. The guard raised his eyebrows.

“I’ve never seen you or heard of you. You certain you’re from here?” he asked, jutting his finger towards the doors. I nodded firmly. Fake it till you make it.

“Yes, sir. I haven’t been home in many months as I’ve been looking after my cousin in Totbury. He’s been very ill, and I’ve been afraid to leave his side. Yet, I fear I am without much money. Hence why I’m here now.” I looked at the men, trying to gauge whether or not they detected my lies. I’d only just cooked up that tall tale fifteen minutes ago, and I didn’t have anything past that. My fingers squeezed each other behind my back as I waited for them to reply. One looked to the other, who shrugged, then they turned back to me.

“Very well, welcome back,” he said. My sigh of relief was covered up by the loud creaking of the doors as the men pushed them open, revealing the awaking city. I quickly walked through them before the guards could change their minds. Mother of God. I couldn’t believe I was actually here. But I knew I didn’t have time to explore, I had to get to the castle. Hardly anyone was outside their homes yet, so I took off running, my worn shoe soles slapping on the cobblestone. I didn’t know my way, of course. I was simply going by the spiral at the top of a tower. I could see it from the city streets, so I rushed through the city’s twist and turns until arriving at a long stone bridge. It led all the way to a tall archway, beyond it, the entrance to the castle.

I did my best not to break out into a sprint and instead speed-walked across it, wondering why there was nobody else in sight. I didn’t have time to ponder it further as I had already made it to the entrance. I told the guards here the same thing I’d said to the ones at the gates. They let me in seconds after I said I was there for the job opening.

The beauty of the castle stopped me in my tracks. Candles flickered above me in the high-hanging chandeliers, their light shining on the polished wooden floors. Gold framed portraits decorated the warm stone walls. Everything was so clean, so elegant. My eyes had no idea where to look. Get a hold of yourself. You’re not here to look around. I scanned the foyer but realized I had no idea where to go. But then a soft voice startled me.

“It’s up the stairs and to the left, dear. Better hurry. The Prince is almost done with his breakfast.” I turned around to see a short old woman with stark blonde hair. At first glance, she reminded me of my mother. She smiled when she saw my face. “Go on, wouldn’t want to be late now,” she ushered. I hastily nodded my head as I hurried up the steps, taking a left just as she had told me. I was now facing a long hallway, at the end of which were open doors leading into a large room. As I drew nearer, I could see a long line of people, all with their hands behind their back and chests puffed out. Intimidation tickled my skin. They all looked so proper.

Trying to push away my thoughts, I stepped into the room, which I realized was the throne room, and claimed my place beside a young woman. She looked to be around my age, as did many of the women. I quickly noticed that there were only women here. That’s odd. Surely at least some men would wish to be the Prince’s servant. Although, I suppose it’s not the same as being his right-hand man or advisor. My thoughts were interrupted by a loud toot of a trumpet. I turned to my right to see a well-dressed man with a silver instrument pressed to his lips. He played a little tune before lowering the trumpet.

“His Majesty, the King, and her Majesty, the Queen.” The man stepped aside, and two figures entered the room. The man was tall, had blonde hair, and a pale, pointed face. His eyes seemed to pierce my soul when he made eye contact. He carried a black and silver cane with him as he walked. The woman at his side looked just as unnerving as her husband. She, too, was tall, although not as tall as the King. Her hair was long and blonde, just as pale as her skin. The slimness of her waist was rather alarming, and her eyes were ice cold.

The couple took their seats on their respective thrones and turned towards the door. The previous man spoke again. “His Royal Highness, Prince Draco.” The man of the hour, Draco Malfoy, strutted into the room. A perfect combination of his parents, his skin was cool white, nearly the same as his platinum hair. His high cheekbones and pointed chin resembled his father’s, but, unlike the King, Draco’s hair was cut short, a few stray strands hovered over his forehead. When he took a seat next to his mother, I could see her eyes soften as she looked at him.

The trumpeter exited, leaving the Royal Family alone with the line of girls in front of them, save for a few guards. The King cleared his throat and rose to his feet, clutching his snake-headed cane as he did.

“In a few moments, my son will choose his new servant. I trust you will all be respectful and do as you’re told. If the prince dismisses you, then you leave. If the prince asks you a question, you answer it truthfully. And finally, if the prince chooses you, you will be led to your living quarters and will immediately begin your training. The prince will be taking the throne in exactly two hundred and thirty days; he is a busy young man, and we cannot waste any more time. Do I make myself clear?” he asked. Nobody said a word. “Good. Draco,” he called, motioning to us.

The prince stood up from his throne and made his way down the marble steps. He stopped a few feet in front of a girl a couple of people down from me. He stared at her for a few seconds before waving his hand and saying, “Dismissed.” The girl didn’t move, she looked confused and a bit shocked. Draco scoffed. “Weren’t you listening to my father? If I dismiss you, you leave. The door is to your right; run along now,” he ordered. I watched in disbelief as the girl bowed her head and rushed from the room, tears in her eyes. “Daft cow,” Draco muttered. Anger began to stir in my chest. What an absolute prick. Christ, I knew the Malfoys were a cold bunch, but I never thought the crown prince would be this much of an arsehole.

He continued going down the line, dismissing girls left and right. It didn’t seem like he had a particular order. No, he was merely kicking out the girls who didn’t please his eye. I knew this because he’d tell them what he didn’t find appealing as they left.

“Big nose.”

“Thin lips.”

“Too tall.”

“Repulsive complexion.”

He dismissed and dismissed until only three girls remained, including me. He stopped in front of a black-haired woman. She wore a cream-colored gown. It was much fancier than mine and contrasted beautifully with her dark skin.

“What’s your name?” Draco asked. The woman replied that her name was Alyssa. “Hi, Alyssa. Tell me, what makes you want this job?” It was silent for a few moments before the woman answered.

“My mother suggested it, Your Highness.” Draco clasped his hands behind his back and studied Alyssa’s face and body. His calm demeanor was frightening, to say the least.

“So your mother wants you to have this position, but tell me, Alyssa, do you want this position? Or are we just wasting our time here trying to fulfill the wishes of a woman who isn’t even here?” he seethed. Alyssa stuttered but shook her head and insisted she, too, wanted the job. I could tell from his face that Draco didn’t buy what she was selling, but he didn’t dismiss her. Instead, he shuffled his feet until he stood in front of me. My heart started pounding in my chest, but I kept my head up, my mother’s words echoing in my head. “Don’t be afraid to make eye contact.”

Draco said nothing for nearly an entire minute. He only stood still, eyes never leaving mine. It felt like a staring contest, but without the playful energy. I could see now that his eyes were grey. They looked empty like they were searching for something. I narrowed my own, trying to figure out why they looked this way. It seemed as though this upset Draco.

“What’re you looking at?” he spat. I quickly replied. I could practically feel his anger, and I did not want to add to it by being slow to respond.

“Nothing, Your Highness.”

“Liar. Try again, sweetheart.” Perceptive. Or perhaps just angry. Whichever it was, he now left me with a decision—another lie or the simple truth. I weighed the options in my head; neither seemed favorable.

“Your eyes,” I replied. Draco raised an eyebrow. I took this to mean he wanted me to elaborate. “They’re grey.” Upon hearing this, he rolled them.

“Brilliant deduction,” he said, sarcasm dripping from his tongue. “But why were you staring at them so...intently?” he questioned me further. However, he seemed afraid almost. Like he didn’t want to hear my answer. Regardless, I shrugged.

“Well, they appear sad and honestly, vacant.” I could feel the entire room tense as I spoke. Behind Draco, I saw The King jump to his feet, his wife’s hand on his arm in a feeble attempt at holding him back.

“Guards…” he started, but then Draco lifted a hand, halting his father as well as the guards who’d begun to take a few steps forward.

“That won’t be necessary. Send for Olive. She can show her to her new room,” Draco spoke gently. His voice was even and firm, and yet, nobody moved to fulfill his request.

“Surely you’re not picking her, son?” The King asked, desperation evident in his voice. It was easy to see that he disapproved of this decision. Draco, whose eyes still hadn’t moved from mine, adjusted his hands. They now rested on his thighs, fingers intertwined.

“You’re from Orton, yes?” I nodded, not trusting my voice. “You’re healthy, no deathly illnesses?” Again, I nodded. “And you want this job?” This time I decided to speak.

“Yes, Your Highness, very much so.” I curled my toes, hoping my conviction was enough. The smile that stretched across Draco’s face hinted that it was. However, his next words confirmed it.

“Perfect. Yes, Father, I have picked her. Now can somebody please fetch Olive? I don’t quite know why nobody did so even though I specifically remember telling you less than two minutes ago,” he said fiercely. Within seconds, a guard rushed out the door to do as The Prince had ordered. The two girls beside me took this as their cue to exit as well. Alyssa looked gutted, and the other girl seemed relieved. I felt a bit sad to see them go, but my thoughts of them were overridden by the increasingly uncomfortable feeling growing in my stomach.

The distress in the air felt thick, almost suffocating. It seemed that the vacant man standing in front of me was quite the threatening presence. While this let me know I should tread lightly when in his company, it didn’t instill fear. Yes, I had been intimidated and afraid when I initially walked into the Malfoy’s throne room, but once I’d gotten a good look at the youngest of the bunch, those feelings dissipated.

His eyes told me all I needed to know. Draco was nothing but talk. He was closer to a boy than he was a man, and more importantly, he had no guts to do anything substantial. Sure, words could hurt, but when it came down to it, they were nothing more than words.

As I was led to my room by Olive, the kind older woman I’d met at the doorway, I wondered what I had gotten myself into.

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evalolxo · 10 months

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Fiction Turned Reality

Randy Orton x OC

Part 1

summary - two wrestlers are put into a storyline that quickly becomes real.

warnings - swearing, women against women (this will change i’m sorry) , a few time skips (not major ones)

word count - 1.4k

kat's pov

"welcome to evolution"

triple H had selected me, randy orton and batista as new members of his faction, evolution with ric flair.

he wanted to make us stars and i was prepared to do that.

i was typically loud mouthed and confident within my personality and i was beautiful.

"okay kat, you're usually confident but for your character and personality, we need you to be the quiet but deadly little girl who everyone underestimates" hunter explained to me and i furrowed my eyebrows at what he was saying.

"but-"

"it's what's best for business kat, and then we get to you, orton, you're a prick basically" hunter spoke then turned to randy orton who smirked and nodded, i couldn't lie orton was very attractive.

time skip

"and your winner is kat grey! evolution's very own!" michael cole shouted into commentary and i smiled widely as the offical held my hand up in victory.

suddenly the rest of evolution walked out and waited for me at the top of the ramp, i made my way up and randy smiled down at me and threw an arm around me.

i looked up at him still in shock and happiness out of winning and he removed his arm and held mine up victoriously.

he smiled down at me before nodding and sending praises down to my height from his mouth, we all then walked back stage and randy threw an arm around me again and ragged me about playfully.

"amazing fucking job kat" he laughed as i shouted at him to let go while laughing and eventually he let go.

i looked forward and noticed the curious stare of triple H looking between us before mumbling something to ric flair who then looked between us.

"what? did i do something wrong?" i asked hunter and he shook his head profusely and walked over before putting his arm around both me and randy.

"you were perfect tonight kat" hunter stated making me light up and nod pridefully, it's not everyday the game calls your proformance perfect, you gotta treasure it.

time skip

i felt my eyes grow heavy as i sat down on the large coach we all traveled on, i stared out the window but felt someone sit beside me.

i turned to see randy and i furrowed my eyebrows.

"there's so many open seats orton" i chuckled and he smirked at me but then furrowed my eyebrows when i attempted to blink but my eyelids were so heavy it took a bit of effort to reopen them.

"go to sleep, i'll wake you up when we're there" he told me before grabbing my head and softly placing it on his shoulder as he readjusted his posture to make it comfier for me.

"thanks randy" i mumbled quietly and hooked my arm around his for added comfort being feeling myself drift with a smile on my face and some unwanted feelings in my stomach bubbling around, i probably ate something dodgy.

randy's pov

i carefully moved my head to look down at the top of kat's head and i sighed contently and leaned my cheek onto the top of her head, i shut my eyes and let out a long breath before i let myself relax.

this whole time some weird feeling had been residing in my stomach but it's probably the food i ate yesterday.

time skip

kat's pov

i walked out the locker room with my gear on and noticed evolution was waiting for me as we were going to go make an entrance after the match that was currently on.

"don't you look lovely" ric told me and i waved my hand at him pretending to blush.

"oh stop it you" i joked as he took my hand and kissed it making me giggle and ric chuckled as well.

my eyes subconsciously found their way to randy and i noticed him scowling at ric before looking to the floor still scowling.

what i didn't notice is the smirk hunter had on his face.

i furrowed my eyebrows at randy's behavior but he just must be having a bad day of sorts, i'm not sure i don't know him too well.

ever since he let me sleep on his shoulder and we woke up all huddled up, we've gotten a lot closer per se and that we hang around each at work, it's good we're in a faction together.

"are you guys ready, you're on in 5" a producer told us and we nodded before walking to the gorilla, i shook my head to warm myself up when i heard chuckling then a scoff.

i turned around to see trish stratus looking at me and chuckling.

"you got a problem?" i asked her furrowing my eyebrows and all of evolution looked at me to see what i was doing but then they noticed trish.

"save it honey" trish chuckled before walking away making me scoff and left me confused on what we meant.

"what the fuck was that about?" batista spoke up and i shrugged while looking at him still wearing an angry expression.

our music hit and i shook my head before walking out, my character was quieter than the rest so while they all showed off their muscles while smiling, i would wave timidly to the crowd smiling brightly at them all.

we made it to the ring and before triple H could say anything trish's music hit making me turn to the ramp at supersonic speed.

i felt a hand on my arm and ignored whoever it was as trash began to walk out to her music while people cheered for her.

i grit my teeth and she waved at me and stepped into the ring with a microphone.

"hello evolution, i'm sure you're all wondering why i'm here, frankly it's none of your concern except yours" trish stated taking small pauses to make sure her words had an impact and finished her sentence by pointing at me.

"you think you can just parade around here with your new ring gear, your new faction and your new boy toy" trish smirked and i furrowed my eyebrows confused at what she was saying.

"don't look so confused, we all know you're fucking randy over here" trish spoke and the crowd cheered as my eyes widened and rage began to take over me at her audacity.

"kat, calm down, she's not worth it" randy said into the mic he was holding, he was still holding onto my arm and tried to pull me back but i pulled my arm away from him still staring down trish.

"you even need him to calm you down, i wonder how you'll manage in a match without him ringside, which is what i'm here to challenge you for" trish explained and the crowd cheered loudly, my eyes didn't leave trish's until i heard hunter speak into a mic.

"kat declin-"

"i accept your challenge" i spoke into the mic after grabbing it off triple H before he could finish his sentence, this was going against my character but it was necessary.

the crowd went absolutely wild as trish and i started each other down.

"i'm glad, i'm also glad you've finally grown a voice of your own and not let your men speak for you, i'm sure the reason you never speak is because you've constantly got all 4 of their dicks in your mouth!" trish shouted into the mic and i took a few steps forward toward her in anger and she smirked at my reaction.

"well trish, at least i don't get down on my knees, at least i don't strip to my underwear, at least i'm not being whored out by vince mcmahon, so before you go around calling me a slut, think about the fact you're sleeping with the boss!" i shouted into the mic and behind me triple H had his head in his hands while the rest of the guys were smiling at me as i spoke.

trish started to lose it and grabbed me by the hair punching me in the face and i grabbed her hair back before kicking her making her fall as i got on top of her and started punching her.

i was quickly pulled up by a pair of arms and taking to the other side of the ring, i kicked and punched trying to get past the person but he put his hands on both my cheeks and i looked up to see randy trying to calm me down.

"it's okay, calm down!" randy told me looking straight into my eyes and i visibly relaxed under his touch before nodding as he carefully let go.

i looked past his huge frame and seen trish smirking while walking back up the ramp and she waved at me making me grit my teeth at her.

it is so on.

#randy orton #randy orton imagine #randy orton x y/n #the legend killer #the viper #randy orton x oc

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gamergirl929 · 4 years

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The Commentator’s Secret (Charlotte Flair x Reader)

Anonymous Request: I was just wondering about any time in the future could you write a charlotte x G!P reader?? Crazily get if its not your thing no bother, I also know you're suuuuper busy so theres no need to answer to this ask! thank you for all the stories though

Now, this fic is going to be a LITTLE different than most gp stories, I went for a more emotional fic for the first time around.

A part 2 to this is ALREADY planned, and I’m already working on it, so the long won’t be TOO long.

I just think that a story like this needs to be handled in a way that is of no offense to anyone AND takes a situation that I’ve only ever seen people write as sexual, and change it to something more emotional.

PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK. FEEDBACK ON THIS ONE IS REALLY IMPORTANT TO ME!

Charlotte hums as you strut past her backstage, the woman’s eyes on you as you stare at the paper in your hands, completely enthralled by whatever is written on it.

She flips around shamelessly ogling you as you walk away.

“Yer drooling.”

Charlotte jumps at the sound of her best friend, Becky Lynch’s voice, the blonde rolling her eyes.

“Shut up.” She growls, turning back towards you, unfortunately realizing that you’re out of sight.

“She’s gone.”

Charlotte turns to her best friend with a glare.

“I can tell.” She grumbles, the Irishwoman snickering as she chases after the blonde.

“Ya can’t get rid of me dat easy.” Becky catches up with her, the tall blonde throwing her arm around her friend’s shoulders.

“Yer just mad because ya didn’t get ta ogle Y/N more.”

Charlotte shrugs.

“Maybe.”

Becky scoffs.

“Maybe my arse.”

***

Charlotte hadn’t FORMALLY met the newest commentator on Monday Night Raw, but of course, she’d seen you backstage, typically with your attention focused on something that WASN’T your surroundings.

That was of course until one day, you nearly trampled over Charlotte, a blessing in disguise really considering she’d been wanting to talk to you since she first saw you backstage.

“I-I-I-I'm so sorry Cha- Ms. Flair.” You clear your throat, Charlotte smiling as she places a hand on your forearm.

“Call me Charlotte.” She smiles, your cheeks flushing as you rub the back of your neck.

“Well uhhh, Charlotte, it’s nice to actually meet you, bi-big fan.” You laugh nervously. “I’m Y/N.”

Charlotte takes your hand, giving it a squeeze.

“Nice to finally meet Raw’s newest commentator.”

You click your tongue, shaking your head.

“Not until tonight.” You wink, the blonde grinning.

“Well, from what I’ve heard from your Podcast, I’d say you’re going to do just fine.” She grins, your eyes widening.

“Y-You’ve listened to my Podcast?” You whisper in disbelief, the blonde’s grin widening.

“Surprised?” She asks and you shrug.

“Maybe a little.”

The two of you go silent for a moment, your eyes widening when you realize you’re still holding Charlotte’s hand.

“S-S-Sorry...” You mumble, pulling your hand away from hers, the blonde shrugging.

“Don’t be.” She takes a step backwards, her eyes running down your front.

“It was nice meeting you Y/N...”

You watch her go, the woman eventually turning around and taking her leave, your mouth agape as you stare down the hallway.

“Ye-Yeah you too.”

You clear your throat, the butterflies in your stomach making your eyes widen.

It was NO doubt that Charlotte Flair was beautiful, and something ELSE was also aware of that, something you’d rather like to keep hidden from any, and everyone.

***

“Noticed ya talkin’ ta Y/N backstage earlier.” Becky gives Charlotte a nudge, the blonde smirking.

“Thought I’d introduce myself.” Her smirk stretching across her face, earning an eye roll from the woman beside her.

“I bet ya did.”

Just as the words leave Becky’s mouth, your voice comes over the television, the blonde grinning as your velvety, raspy voice sounds through your headset, a complete contrast to you nervous, warbly voice from earlier.

“She definitely didn’t sound like that when we met.” She snorts, Becky, shaking her head.

“Yer a Flair, ya make everyone nervous.” She teases, earning an eye roll from the blonde.

“I do not.”

Just as the words leave her mouth, a tech with a clip board covering his face makes his way towards the two.

“M-M-Ms. Flair, you’re on in 5.” He whispers before basically sprinting away.

Charlotte turns to Becky, the Irishwoman smirking.

“Shut up.”

“Didn’t say a thing.”

***

The moment you realize Charlotte’s match is coming up next you can’t help but smile, eager to see the woman in action, her music hits and the crowd cheers, the woman walking out onto the stage, demanding attention, the woman absolutely glowing as she spins around, showing off one of her MANY decorative robes.

You watch with a grin as she makes her way down to the ring, discussing with your commentary mates about what they think is next for The Queen.

“Without a doubt Charlotte Flair belongs in the title picture, not because she’s a Flair, but because she has the talent and skill, she belongs in that picture.” You say, eyes widening when Charlotte moves towards the commentator’s table.

She ducks down, covering your microphone with one hand, all the while whispering in your ear.

“You’re doing a great job.”

The blonde pulls back with a grin, the woman winking before she gets in the ring, the ref OF COURSE, holding the ropes for her.

“What did she say to you?” Byron Saxton asks and you grin.

“For me to know Saxton, for me to know.”

You clear your throat, again feeling the hints of arousal, the woman’s hot breath on your ear making a shiver run down your spine.

You again clear your throat, gathering yourself.

You watch intently as Charlotte clasps a microphone, glancing around the arena, demanding silence without saying a word.

Eventually, she clears her throat, though before she can even speak, Ruby Riott’s music hits.

“Ohhh, what could this be about?” Byron smirks and you chuckle.

“Charlotte Flair is the best in the business, what better way to solidify yourself than stepping up to the Queen?” You ask, a brow quirking when Liv Morgan’s music hits.

“You’re right Y/N, and if The Riott Squad want ANYONE out of the title picture it’s Charlotte Flair, because when she gets a title, she knows how to keep it.” Samoa Joe adds.

The Riott Squad doesn’t utter a single word, the two women sharing a glance before they make a mad dash for the ring, but Charlotte is ready for them.

It’s only a matter of seconds later that both Ruby and Liv are on their backs, Charlotte standing over the two of them, arms outstretched.

She ducks down, picking her discarded mic up off the mat.

“I was only supposed to face Ruby, but since you wanted to interfere Liv, why don’t we make it a handicap match?” Charlotte smirks, everyone cheering as she drops her mic on Ruby.

“Always cocky, do you think Charlotte’s biting off more than she can chew?” Samoa Joe asks and you shake your head.

“I think she’ll be just fine.”

***

Charlotte was MORE than fine considering she picked up the win, the woman smirking as the ref holds her hand up in the air.

“So, Y/N, what did you think about seeing The Queen in action live?” Byron asks, just as the blonde turns to you, sending you a stealthy wink.

“Seeing her live for the first time, I have to say I’m in awe of what she does in the ring, and I can’t wait for next week.” You grin, the blonde grinning as she slips out of the ring, strutting up the ramp.

“Ohhhh, does Y/N have a favorite?” Samoa Joe nudges you and you grin.

“I mean, I’m definitely impressed, and I can’t wait to see more.”

***

“So, what did you think?”

Your brows arch as you turn to face Charlotte, a grin stretching across your face.

“I think everyone is right when they say Charlotte Flair is the best in the business.”

Charlotte smirks.

“Trying to butter me up?”

You shrug.

“Is it working?”

Charlotte in turn, shrugs back.

“Maybe.”

***

“Hey, Y/N.”

You jump, picking your head up from the paper you’re reading, smiling when you see Charlotte making her way towards you, though she’s not alone.

Your eyes double in size as you stand up straight, as tall as you can.

“Holy shit you’re Ric Flair.” You say out loud, covering your face with the paper you’re holding.

“I said that out loud, didn’t I?” You ask, cheeks flushing.

Charlotte giggles and Ric laughs.

“You sure did kiddo.” He smiles.

You pout when seconds later, Charlotte swipes the paper from you, revealing your flushed red cheeks to the two Flair’s.

“I-I-It's a real honor to meet you sir.” You hold your hand out, the man giving it a firm shake.

“You too, it’s nice to see a new face on the commentary team.” He grins, the man’s eyes widening when someone, that someone being Randy Orton, gives him a pat on the back.

Ric turns, pressing a kiss to Charlotte’s cheek before he again holds his hand out, another firm shake shared between the two of you.

“It was great meeting you kid, can’t wait to see more of you.” He smiles before he and Randy take their leave, leaving you and Charlotte behind.

“Warn me when a literal LEGEND in the business wants to meet me.” You pout, Charlotte rolling her eyes as she studies the paper you were reading.

“Who doesn’t want to meet Raw’s newest commentator?” She asks, huffing when you swipe the sheet of paper back from her.

“I’m not THAT special.” You say as the two of you start making your way down the hallway, Charlotte humming.

“You are, everybody really likes you.”

You stop, turning to her with wide eyes.

“Wait, really?” You grin in disbelief the woman giggling as she places a hand on your shoulder.

“Yeah, what isn’t there to like about you?” She says, cheeks flushing when she realizes exactly what she said.

You clear your throat, cheeks flushing.

“I mean, coming from someone like you who is literal perfection?” You snort, your eyes doubling in size.

Charlotte glances away bashfully.

“That’s-

“Excuse me, Y/N, mind if we have a word?”

You jump at the sound of Triple H’s voice, turning to the man with a smile.

“S-Sure, of course.” You turn back to Charlotte grinning shyly.

“See you later?” You rub the back of your neck nervously; a tick Charlotte finds endearing.

“Of course.”

With that, you and Triple H take your leave, the two of you speaking in hushed tones as you make your way down the hallway.

Charlotte crosses her arms across her chest, watching you until you round the corner and move out of sight.

“Whathca lookin at?” Becky asks, coming out of nowhere and Charlotte smirks, shaking her head.

“Nothing.”

***

The way your voice husks through your microphone makes Charlotte feel even more attracted to you than she already was.

She couldn’t deny what she was feeling for you, but she KNEW it went well beyond coworkers and FAR beyond friendship.

Watching you cockily smirk at the commentary table, the way you’d laugh when Samoa Joe cracked jokes at the expense of some WWE Superstars, mainly Seth Rollins, and Byron Saxton himself, BUT you at times would stick up for the man, considering before you joined the team, he’d been your favorite.

Charlotte couldn’t get enough of your smoky voice sounding throughout the backstage area, the way it would demand attention, contrasting from the way Byron and Samoa Joe would talk.

The woman had a habit of going back on the WWE Network to listen to your commentary during her match, each and every time you sung her praises.

Unbeknownst to her, you’re currently standing behind her, the woman smiling when the camera snaps to you at the commentary table.

“What are you watching there?” You ask, the blonde letting out a squeak that makes you snort, your arms wrapping around your middle as you double over in laughter.

Charlotte growls, giving you a half-hearted shove.

“Shut up.”

You gasp, attempting to catch your breath as you wipe the tears from the corner of your eyes.

“I’m sorry, that was just TOO good.”

Charlotte huffs, leaning against a nearby wall, the woman sending you a mock glare as you lean against the wall beside her.

“I WAS watching my favorite commentator, not sure now.”

You pout, putting your best puppy dog eyes on display.

It only takes a millisecond for the woman to cave.

“Alright, stop with the puppy dog eyes.” She demands, nudging you playfully with her shoulder.

“Wow, that was easy, I’ll have to remember that.”

Charlotte sends you a mock glare and you grin, the woman chuckling.

“I was listening to a certain someone’s commentary on my match.” She smiles, a smile you mime.

“Anyone I know?” You ask innocently.

“No, you don’t know them.”

You gasp, sighing loudly.

“AND HERE I thought I was your favorite.”

Charlotte smiles, her head lolling to the side as she turns to you, she examines your profile for a moment, tracing your sharp jawline, the woman’s smile widening when she sees how tiny your ears are.

During her perusing, she completely misses the fact that you’d turned towards her, your eyes wide and cheeks flushing bright red.

Charlotte blinks rapidly, the woman biting her bottom lip as her eyes lock with yours.

“You are.” She whispers and your brows furrow.

“What?”

Your eyes widen when Charlotte reaches for you, the woman fixing the collar of your shirt and adjusting your tie.

Charlotte simply stares at you for a moment, her green orbs darting from your eyes, to your lips and back before she grins.

“You are my favorite.”

You swallow hard, taking a deep breath as the woman takes her leave, attempting to rein your emotions in, but it’s to no avail, your forehead resting against a nearby wall.

“Thank fuck for compression shorts.” You mumble under your breath, wiggling for a second before you push off the wall and head down the hallway as if nothing had ever happened.

***

After your last interaction, you knew what you felt for Charlotte was more than friendship.

You wanted her, in a less than friendship kind of way, but what you wanted wasn’t just driven by lust, you really, really liked her, her smile made your heart skip a beat, her green orbs sent a warmth spreading through your chest that filled you with complete and utter delight.

You were falling for the woman, but there was NO WAY she could possibly feel the same, she was a Flair, she had men dropping at her feet, why would she fall for the WWE’s new commentator that she’d only known for around 6 months?

AND a woman no less.

You shake your head.

“Not a chance.” You mumble under your breath.

“Not a chance of what?”

You jump, turning on your heels to find Lana, the woman smirking as she makes her way towards you.

“Uhh, nothing.” You shrug, the woman grinning as she places a hand on your forearm.

“Didn’t seem like nothing...” She caresses your arm and your brows furrow in confusion, the thing you’re trying to hide twitching slightly.

You swallow hard.

“Uhhh, what are you-

The clearing of someone’s throat makes you turn away from the woman and to the newly appeared Charlotte Flair, the blonde making a smile stretch across your face.

“Hey.” You say as you move away from Lana, and towards Charlotte, the taller woman smirking as she sends her a glare.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” Charlotte snarks, the blonde huffing before she stomps away, heels clicking on the backstage floor.

You sigh, swiping the back of your hand across your forehead.

“Dodged a bullet there.” You say, placing a hand on your heart.

Charlotte meanwhile isn’t looking at you, she’s glaring over your shoulder at Lana’s retreating form.

“Hey, you there?” You ask, Charlotte glancing from Lana, to you and back, the muscle in her jaw jumping.

“Are you alright?” You ask, the woman taking a deep breath before she abruptly turns away, leaving you to watch her go with a sad frown.

Your shoulders hunch as you too walk away, in the opposite direction, away from Charlotte.

***

Charlotte growls angrily.

“Bitch.” She snarls angrily, stomping through the backstage area, wanting nothing more than to literally snap Lana in half, in fact that was what she MAY end up doing.

“Whoa, where’s da fire?” Becky asks as she round the corner, stopping Charlotte in her tracks.

“Why do ya look so pissed?” She asks and Charlotte huffs.

“Y/N...” Charlotte starts, Becky’s brows knitting together in confusion.

“Wat about Y/N?” She asks and Charlotte growls.

“Lana was hitting on her.” She grumbles and Becky smirks, a brow arched.

“Ahh, so ya were jealous?” She teases and Charlotte sends her a deadly glare.

“I was NOT jealous.” She says, her nose crinkling and Becky snorts.

“Sorry ta break it to ya, but ya were jealous.”

Charlotte’s lips part to AGAIN deny the accusation, but slam shut seconds later, the woman knowing she can no longer deny what she was feeling for you.

“Figure it out?” Becky smirks and Charlotte groans.

“Shut up.”

***

You weren’t sure why, but Charlotte had avoided you for the entire day.

Unfortunately for you though, Lana hadn’t, she’d cornered you, multiple times, but thankfully for you, you always had a way out, by luck, techs needed you, legends, superstars.

Though unfortunately for you, you had nowhere to run when Lana caught you again.

“Lucky for me you’re not busy this time.” Lana smiles seductively as she walks your way, hips swaying.

“Ummm, actually I was-”

“She was just leaving.”

Your eyes widen when Charlotte Flair appears from basically nowhere, the woman’s green eyes full of fire as she glares Lana down.

Lana lets out a lengthy sigh, turning your way.

“When the two of you are done, how about you come find me?” She winks before again, taking her leave, Charlotte glaring daggers into her as she goes.

Charlotte, without even glancing over her shoulder at you, again goes to make a hasty retreat, but unlike the last time, you catch her wrist.

“Charlotte, what’s wrong? Why do you keep running away from me?” You ask, confused as to why the woman is again, trying to leave.

Your questions are answered when in one swift motion, Charlotte turns on her heels, shoving you back into a dark corner, her lips slamming against yours.

Your eyes widen, hands finding purchase on the woman’s waist.

Charlotte’s lips are soft, insistent, it’s then you realize you aren’t kissing back.

Charlotte’s heart lightens in her chest when your lips start moving, your hands sliding around to the small of her back, pulling her closer, your bodies flush.

You get lost in the kiss, lips meeting again and again until Charlotte’s tongue probes at your bottom lip, your lips immediately parting, allowing the woman’s tongue to invade, the two of you moaning when your tongues meet.

Your tongues tangle in a tantalizing dance, your hands slipping from the small of Charlotte’s back, to her tight covered ass, giving the firm flesh a squeeze.

You’re so lost in kissing that you don’t realize what’s happening until Charlotte grinds against you, her and your eyes flashing open.

Bile rises into your throat, your heart slamming hard, your ears ringing as you stand stock still for a moment, Charlotte’s green orbs falling to the noticeable bulge in your pants.

Charlotte’s eyes dart to yours as your cover the bulge with your hands, tears streaming down your face.

“Don’t tell.” You whisper before sprinting away, leaving the bewildered blonde behind.

***

Charlotte was confused, completely and UTTERLY confused.

What she saw was what she thought it was, right?

She’d seen it, felt it, and still she couldn’t believe it.

Though the thing that stood out to her MOST was the look of utter fear on your face, the tears streaming down your cheeks as you spoke.

“Don’t tell.”

The look on your face had completely broken her heart, the utter terror, the way your throat bobbed as you swallow, the way your chest heaved as you breathed heavily, your fight or flight response kicking in, and in this case, you had fled.

Charlotte leans back against the wall you just were leaning against, her own chest heaving as she thinks about what you’d been doing BEFORE you’d retreated.

What mattered now though, what mattered most was that she find you, because right now, you needed her.

Yes, she still COULDN’T believe what had happened, but right now, all that mattered was finding you, because you needed her.

***

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

NO.

You couldn’t believe it.

You couldn’t BELIEVE it.

After all this time, after all these YEARS of keeping your secret hidden, your secret had been revealed to none other than Charlotte Flair.

Everyone watched as you sprinted, you passed a number of your co-workers, superstars, techs and security alike, all looking at you in worry, but you didn’t stop, you didn’t stop because Charlotte was the ONLY one who was going to find out about your secret.

You sprint towards the room where you’d placed your suitcase and snatch it up completely ignoring when someone calls your name in favor of sprinting to your rental, refusing to look back.

***

Luckily for Charlotte, the two of you were staying in the same hotel, your rooms not far from one another since the two of you had rode together to the venue.

Charlotte takes a deep breath as she stops in front of your hotel room’s door, the woman eyeing the door’s surface intently.

You’d come to mean a lot to her, the woman wanting to be around you more than anything, and she’d be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy what was happening before you’d made a hasty escape.

Charlotte’s cheeks flush as she thinks about how large the-

She shakes her head, clearing her throat.

After taking another deep breath, the woman reining in her courage.

A beat.

Another.

A third.

Then, she knocks.

***

You let out a groan from where you’re lying face down in your bed, knowing that the knock on your hotel room’s door must be the pizza you ordered considering the hotel’s desk was sending up the delivery boy.

You roll out of bed, glancing down at the front of your sweats, JUST to make sure what happened earlier didn’t happen again.

You shuffle towards the door, tugging the door open without looking through the peephole.

“How much do I-

You stiffen, eyes widening when you realize the person at the door ISN’T the pizza delivery boy, but it was Charlotte Flair.

“Ch-Char... Charlotte... I was...” You stammer, the blonde taking a deep breath.

“Can I come in?” She asks, voice below a whisper and you swallow hard.

You debate for a few seconds before you take a step to the side, allowing the woman inside.

Just before you go to close the door, the pizza delivery boy makes his appearance.

“Ms. Y/L/N?” He asks, his eyes widening when he sees who you are.

“That’s me.” You smile. “How much...?”

“Uhhh... O-O-On the house, I-I'm a huge fan.” He beams, his smile contagious.

You move into the room, grabbing your wallet before making your way back to the door.

“Nonsense.” You smile, fishing $100 out of your wallet.

“Keep the change.” You smile, the boy’s smile widening.

“Tha-Thanks so much! W-Would you mind a picture?” He asks. “My friends will NEVER believe me if I say I met Y/N, you’re the greatest commentator on Raw!” He says excitedly and you grin.

“Yeah, of course.”

You take a few selfies with the boy before he giddily slips your pizza out of the bag he’d brought and hands you the pizza box.

“Thank you so much Y/N!” He smiles, the man grinning further when you hand him a slip of paper, your autograph scrawled across the paper.

“No problem. Have a good one bud.”

“You too!”

You kick the door shut behind you and head back into the room, turning to Charlotte who’s sitting on the bed.

You nod to the box.

“Want a slice?” You ask the woman humming.

“I probably shouldn’t...”

You shrug.

“I won’t tell if you won’t.”

Charlotte smirks.

“Maybe just a slice.”

***

A slice turned into the two of you knocking out the entire pizza, but with the food gone, you have to talk about the elephant in the room.

Charlotte clears her throat, turning to you.

“I-I’m sorry about earlier.” She whispers and you frown, shaking your head.

“You have nothing to be sorry for...” You shrug, fidgeting nervously in the chair you’re currently sitting in.

“If I hadn’t...” Charlotte clears her throat, cheeks flushing.

“If I hadn’t have kissed you, we wouldn’t have...” You swallow hard, finding the courage to stand, making your way towards the end of the bed and sitting down.

Charlotte follows suite taking a seat beside you.

“I’m uhhh...” You blush, shrugging.

“I’m glad you kissed me.” You bite your bottom lip, seeing Charlotte smile out of the corner of your eye.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you for a while now .” You confess in a whisper, Charlotte turning your way with a blush.

“You have?” She asks and you nod.

“Ye-Yeah...”

The two of you go silent, simply staring at one another before you clear your throat.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you...” You frown.

Charlotte shakes her head, scooting closer.

“No, don’t be sorry...”

“I have to be, I doubt you uhhh...” You glance away, the tips of your ears burning. “Wanted to, feel that...”

The bed shifts slightly and you quickly realize Charlotte has scooted closer, the woman resting her hand on the bed between you, palm up.

An invitation.

You look at her hand for a moment before taking it, interlacing your fingers, Charlotte giving your hand a squeeze.

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” She says, the woman stroking the back of your hand.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” She says softly and you shake your head. ‘

“I want to.”

Your eyes widen, surprised the words had come out of your mouth.

You didn’t want to tell ANYONE your secret, at least, you didn’t before, but with Charlotte sitting in front of you, your hand in hers, you find the courage to say something to someone that you’ve never said to ANYONE.

“I’m intersex.” You mumble, Charlotte nodding, though her brow knits in confusion.

“I was uhhh, born a female but uhh, have different uhh, parts.” You say, swallowing hard, watching as Charlotte’s facial expression changes into one of understanding.

“You realize that doesn’t change who you are, right?”

Your eyes widen as you let out a humorless laugh.

“You’re kidding, right? By normal world standards, I’m a fre-

“Don’t call yourself that.” Charlotte bites, your brows furrowing in confusion at the look in the woman’s green orbs.

“I-

“No, Y/N, you’re as normal as I am, as anyone, there is nothing wrong with you, and you are NOT a freak.”

You blink once, twice, a third time, before your eyes fill with tears, tears leaking from your Y/E/C orbs and streaming down your face.

Charlotte tentatively cups your cheeks, the woman ridding them of tears with the pads of her thumbs. She leans forwards, resting her forehead against yours.

“There’s NOTHING wrong with you Y/N. Nothing at all.” She whispers, bumping her nose against yours. “Do you hear me?” She asks, earning the slightest of nods.

Charlotte tilts her head back, pressing a kiss to your forehead, something that makes your eyes widen and your cheeks flush.

Your eyes flutter shut, as you exhale loudly through your nose, Charlotte pulling back with a small smile.

Your face scrunches up as you let out a long, loud, yawn.

“You need to rest Y/N.” She whispers, brushing strands of hair out of your face. “You had a rough day.” She whispers.

You take a deep breath, your eyes locking with Charlotte’s green orbs.

“Could you...” You pause, clearing your throat, shaking your head. “N-N-Never mind.”

Charlotte chuckles.

“Tell me.”

“Y-You could stay if you wanted.” You shrug, your cheeks blood red as you look at any and everything but the woman in front of you.

Charlotte smiles, glancing around the room, quickly realizing there’s only a single bed.

You quickly realize that in the same moment, jumping to your feet, your heart in your throat.

“U-Uh, I forgot it was ju-just one bed.” You stammer, shuffling from foot to foot.

“I’m sorry.”

You’re about to make an escape to the bathroom, but before you can Charlotte catches your wrist.

“Hey, breathe, it’s okay.” She whispers, moving to her feet. “I never said I didn’t want to.” She smiles, your eyes widening as you turn to look at her, your cheeks blood red.

“Wh-What...?” You ask in disbelief, the blonde’s smile splitting into a grin.

“You heard me... Just let me go get my things.” She smiles, your eyes widening when she takes the key to your hotel room, sending you a wink before she heads out the door.

You stay stock still, staring at the door the woman had just disappeared behind, your jaw slack.

“W-Well then.” You clear your throat, sprinting around the room to clean it up, even though it was in no way a mess.

Charlotte comes back not long after, the woman smiling when she sees you in the bathroom brushing your teeth, toothbrush hanging out of your mouth as you turn to her.

“Hmmmph...” You say, grimacing, pulling the tooth brush out of your mouth and spitting into the sink.

“Hey.” You snort, the blonde shaking her head.

“Hey to you too.”

Charlotte makes her way further into the room and you take a deep breath, rinsing your mouth out before you head back into the room.

“Comfy?” You ask Charlotte, who’s currently lounging on the bed, the woman shrugging.

“I am.”

You take a deep breath, shuffling towards the bed, your eyes on your feet as you stand beside it, nervous to get into the bed.

“Hey.” Charlotte whispers, reaching for and taking your wrist, giving it a tug. “Trust me.” She whispers, giving your wrist a squeeze.

“I-I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” You whisper, Charlotte giving your wrist another tug.

“I won’t be.” She whispers and you swallow hard.

It takes a few more tugs on your wrist for the blonde to get you into the bed, your eyes locked with hers as you slowly sit down beside her.

“Y-You’re su-

Your eyes widen when Charlotte cups your cheeks, pressing the softest of kisses to your lips.

Charlotte’s green orbs dart around your face, the woman smiling when a smile stretches across your face.

“I’m sure.” She says, her fingertips tracing your jawline.

It takes a moment for the both of you to get situated, the two of you sliding beneath the covers, a noticeable distance between the two of you.

Charlotte shakes her head, shutting the lights off before she shuffles closer to you, your eyes widening as she drapes an arm over your waist.

“Relax.” She whispers, smiling when you roll on your side and shuffle backwards, your back resting against her chest.

You let out a deep sigh, the blonde smiling as she buries her face in your neck.

“As horrible as you thought it would be?” She asks and you chuckle.

“Not even remotely.”

You let out a lengthy sigh, your eyes fluttering shut as Charlotte nuzzles into the space behind your ear, your cheeks flushing when Charlotte presses a kiss to your earlobe.

“Goodnight Y/N.” She whispers and you grin, all earlier nervousness fading away in the blonde’s arms.

“Goodnight Charlotte.”

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