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sydsaint · 2 months

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Gotta show my Latino Papi some love <3

Summary: The reader is Damian's plus one at Dominick's wedding.

You and Rhea are taking the afternoon to buy dresses and get your hair and nails done for Dominick's wedding later in the day.

"What about this one?" Rhea pulls a ruby red dress off of the rack and presents it to you.

You look up from the rack you're looking at and examine the dress. "Not really my style." You shrug. "But I bet it'd look killer on you, Rhea. You should try it on." You suggest.

Rhea nods in agreement and hangs the dress over her shoulder while she browses for a few more options to try on. You go back to browsing the rack you're in front of and come across a pretty black dress.

"How about this one, Rhea?" You pick the dress up and present it to Rhea. "I like the neckline."

Rhea turns around and almost instantly nods her head. "YN, yes." She beams. "That will look so good on you."

You giggle and hang the dress over your shoulder so you can browse some more.

You and Rhea both collect four or five dresses to try on and head for the dressing rooms. The two of you have been friends for years so you opt for one of the bigger rooms and share.

"Zip me up, yeah?" Rhea asks you after she's pulled on a black dress.

"Sure, turn around." You nod.

Rhea turns her back to you and you pull the zipper up her back. She turns back around and you compliment her. "How is it you manage to look good in literally everything?" You jokingly complain.

"It's a gift, really." Rhea giggles. "Here, try this one on." She picks up the black dress you picked out and hands it to you.

You begin pulling on your dress and Rhea slips out of hers to try another one on. You get settled into your black dress and admire yourself in the mirror. "I really like this one." You admire your reflection. "What do you think, Rhea?" You turn back to her.

Rhea turns around while she's shimmying into the red dress she picked out and her eyes widen. "Damn, YN." She compliments you. "You might look too good in that dress." She teases you. "How badly are you trying to impress Damian tonight?"

You giggle with Rhea and grab your phone from your bag sitting on the bench. "Do you mind if I snap a quick pic?" You ask Rhea. "I wanna see what Damian thinks of this one."

"Sure." Rhea nods since she's got her dress on by now and is admiring herself in the mirror. "Let's take a few together after you're done." She adds.

"Yes!" You agree and snap a quick mirror picture of yourself.

You send the picture to Damian then take a few with Rhea for fun. You decide on the black dress, and Rhea choses the red. The two of you get your hair and nails done then head back to the hotel to wait for your dates to come pick you up.

"Yeah, we're good, Damian." You call out to him and reach for your clutch sitting on the table.

Damian comes into the door and you watch his gaze flit over Rhea and come to a halt when it reaches you.

"Well?" You ask Damian with a giggle and do a little sin for him. "How do I look?" You ask him.

Damian chuckles and the sound sends a shiver down your spine. You could easily become addicted to the way he looks at you.

"You look absolutely stunning, princessa." Damian shakes his head and walks over to you and wastes no time in pulling you into his side by the hips.

"Told you that he wouldn't be able to keep hiss hands to himself." Rhea laughs.

"You won't ever hear me complain." You grin and lay your hands on Damian's chest. You smooth out his tie for him before tugging him down by the neck for a kiss. "You look handsome too, baby."

You and Damian share a quick heated kiss while Rhea collects her bag. She walks over to the two of you and loops her arm with yours. "Let's get going, yeah. Wouldn't want to let Dom down on his big night by being late."

Damian nods and strides over to the door. He swings the door open and steps off to the side. "Right this way, ladies." He grin at you both. "I'll go on ahead and pull the car around for us."

"Thanks, babe." You touch Damian's arm gently as you and Rhea pass him.

Everyone arrives at the wedding venue about half and hour later and heads inside. You and Rhea find your seats at a table near the bride and grooms place. Fancy cream name-cards mark your spots for you.

The ceremony is beautiful and you shed a tear or two for your friend and his girlfriend, now wife.

The real fun begins after the ceremony. Everyone files into a immaculately decorated space with plenty of room for dancing and a wide array of foods off to the side of the room.

"You hungry at all, hun?" Damian asks you after you've found your table with Rhea and a few other friends from work.

"I'm aright for now, Damian. Thanks." You shake your head. "Dom and his girl look so happy." You gush. "Gosh, I can't wait until I finally get to plan my wedding."

Your comment earns a giggle from Rhea and a wide-eyed look from Damian. The two of you have been ating for about a year now.

"No pressure, Damian." You laugh when you see the guilty look on his face. "I'm content just the way we are."

Damian sighs in relief and plays it off like he wasn't freaked out. Everyone mingles at the table for a while until the dancefloor begins to fill up. You watch people dance for a while with a longing look in your eyes. You know Damian isn't much for dancing. So you try not to get your hopes up.

"YN, Amore, dance with me?" Damian gets up from his seat next to Austin after a while and offers you his hand.

"Oh, you don't have to, Damian." You shake your head at him, but Priest persists.

Damian keeps his hand outstretched to you and flashes you a deabonaire smile. "Come on." He urges you. "I know you want to get out there. And I'm not opposed to once dance." He insists.

"Really?" You take Damian's hand and he leads you out onto the dancefloor. "Thank you, Damian." You smile at him as a slow song starts to play.

Damian pulls you close to his chest and the two of you sway to the soft music. "I know I said it before, but you really do look stunning tonight." He compliments you. "I know I don't say it often. But I love you, YN."

"I love you too, Damian." You blush and lean in a little closer.

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fict1onallyobsessed · 10 months

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hi, may i request a rhea ripley x fem! reader in which rhea's clothes keep disappearing from her wardrobe and she wonders who it could be until she caughts y/n wearing her hoodie? 🥺

Missing Attire

Rhea Ripley x Reader

“Babe, have you seen the black and white hoodie I bought not long ago?”

Rhea’s voice was muffled through the bathroom door but your heart sank a little as you stood silently, thinking about what you could possibly say this time as an excuse.

“…in the wash.”

“In the wash? It was brand new.”

You unlocked the bathroom door, walked out and shrugged as you watched her shuffle for something else she could wear apart from that. Still, you knew you wouldn’t be getting away with this for much longer. Stealing her clothes when she was away was a habit you took up a while ago, but now it has gently faded into a more common thing even when she was home.

The fact she hadn’t realised yet was a miracle in itself.

“Heard you’re meant to wash new clothes, you know, good for the skin…or something.” Lies spewed through your teeth, white lies of course, but nevertheless sinful. You were out of her normal hoodies so you had to settle on a new one she wore once while you washed the others.

She stared at you with a questioning look in her eyes, a small smirk on her face as a gentle “uh-huh” left her lips. You watched as she looked through every draw possible to find a hoodie that matched her outfit, the muscles on her back barely covered by the black bra she was wearing.

“What about the sweats I just washed? They were clean, how come they’re in the wash again today?”

She didn’t actually seemed bothered, instead asking nonchalantly as she finally started to put on the clothes she found, turning towards you as she did so.

You tried not to laugh and you managed to reduce it to a huff, hands coming up to run through your hair to mask your smirk. You shrugged again, laying back down into your shared bed as you stared at the ceiling.

“Just found ‘em laying somewhere probably, dunno, don’t remember.”

“Uh-huh.” She repeated, walking closer to the bed you were laying in and stared down at you. She signed as she climbed onto the bed, laying her whole body weight on yours as she laid her head on your chest. “If you say so.”

The time she actually caught you wearing her hoodie was after she came back from the gym one day. She left before you woke up, leaving you alone in the bed with nothing but Barry and Luna to cuddle with. However, you recently couldn’t sleep without her around, and the next best thing you had was the scent on her clothes.

So, when she came back, you’d changed your attire, one of her hoodies on your body as you snored away hugging Luna as she slept beside you. Barry was half awake head butting Rhea’s leg as she looked down at the sight in front of her.

You honestly thought you’d be awake before she came back, but clearly you’d managed to over sleep every natural alarm clock in your body and proceeded to sleep later than usual.

She’s showered at the gym, so she couldn’t possibly pass up the opportunity to get back into bed with you. She barely managed to get in before you stirred awake, hand coming up to rub some of the tiredness out of you eyes.

“If you wanted to take my clothes you could have just said, I wouldn’t have minded.” Her voice was really soft, a small sign escaping her lips once she was situated and cuddles close to you.

You froze a bit before accepting your fate, it didn’t even process quick enough that she was indeed back and indeed laying on top of you again before she spoke up again.

“I knew it was you.”

You giggled a bit, playing with the ends of her short hair, running your hands through it.

“Well it wouldn’t have been Barry, would it?”

She laughed and the both of you watched Barry jump onto the bed after hearing his name. Both of the dogs cuddling clothes to the two of you, a cosy and mellow atmosphere falling in the room.

THE END

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yourwwegirl · 6 months

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I HATE THIS

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“I can’t do this.”

You hadn’t taken your eyes off Damian as he’d got up to get another drink. You’d watched as he spoke with the bartender, you’d watched as the gorgeous blonde he was now talking to had walked up with her perky boobs and glistening gaze. You’d continued to watch as she flipped her hair and bat her lashes, ever passing second practically tearing at your chest as the pain caused tears to burn beneath your waterline.

You knew you weren’t ready for this before you’d even entered the bar, but as you saw his face, the smile you used to see every day, all the fear melted away. You’d thought maybe you could be around each other without it hurting you.

You finally pulled your gaze away from their burning hold on Damian’s form, instantly locking with Rhea’s sapphire hues as she sat slumped into the booth with her forearm wrapped around Dominik’s shoulders; lazily playing with the ends of his mullet.

“I have to go.”

“Oh come on, she’s not his type.”

Dominik scoffed as he casually cast his gaze around you and in Damian's direction, shaking his head as he brought his attention back to you.

“He’s not gonna waste his time on her, there’s no need to get jealous.”

Rhea’s palm slapped down against Dominik’s chest, her features morphing into a ‘shut up you idiot’ facial expression as her brows raised. A small wince parting his lips as he mouths out the word ‘what’.

“I’m not jealous!”

You snap. Your voice breaks slightly as you bolt upright off your stool, your eyes dropping down to meet Rhea’s as you inhale a staggered breath.

“I have to go. I’m sorry.”

You don’t even give Rhea the chance to object before you turn away from the table, hurrying in the direction of the door. Why had you picked the table at the back of the bar? There was no way past Damian without him seeing you leave.

“She’s had break ups before, what the hell is her problem?”

Dominik grumbled as he rested his head back against Rhea’s shoulder, peeking up at her through his lashes as he watched her watch you leave.

“Not like this.”

She replied. Rhea knew just how much you’d been struggling with not having Damian in your life as much anymore. You’d confided in her when the pain started to display itself and as things got worse, Rhea had been doing her best to keep your mind off things.

You didn’t intend to make eye contact with Damian as you passed him. You didn’t want to make up some fake story as to why you were leaving and you didn’t want to be stuck seeing him with another woman longer than you had to.

Dropping your gaze to the ground just as you were about to pass him, you gasp quietly to yourself as the blondes heel comes into view. There was no way to stop yourself from falling, you’d tripped before you could even find your footing and it was inevitable that you were about to hit the ground.

Your knees hit the floor before you could stop them, the hardwood causing a tremor to vibrate up your spine as your palm stretched out to brace your fall. You could already feel the color that cloaked your cheeks as you processed what had just happened, complete embarrassment washing over you as you fumbled to your feet.

“Y/N.”

Damian’s palm was around your waist and he was encouraging you to your feet before you could tell him not to, the concern on his face as he towered over your tiny frame only tugging at your heartstrings even more as your palms began to push him away.

“Don’t Damian. Please, just..”

Your words fell short as you stepped out of his hold, your glimmering hues refusing to look up in search of his own.

“Don’t.”

You were already walking away as you whisper, a soft sigh parting your lips as your hands curl into each other and your nails pressed into your palms until your knuckles turned white.

You could feel the tears burning your eyes as you slipped between the group of people blocking the door, pushing it open and stepping out into the cold air as the first bead dropped onto your cheek.

How could you have been so stupid as to think that seeing Damian with someone else would be easy? He still meant the world to you and there was no way that just being friends would have worked out.

Bringing your palm to your face in attempts to dry the river of tears that had begun to fall down your cheeks, you inhale a staggered breath. The wind ripped at your throat as the cool air filled your lungs, making your undeniable pain worse with each breath.

You’d blissfully ignored the sound of bar door opening and closing behind you as a yellow cab pulled to a halt at the curb, your projection towards the awaiting vehicle stopping abruptly as a broad palm clasped itself around your wrist.

“Y/N, don’t go.”

Damian’s voice was still like music to your ears as you froze in place, the deep tone almost soothing as his hold tightened to keep you in place.

Why couldn’t he have just let you go?

Shaking your head gently as you tried your best to pull yourself free from his grasp, you let your eyelids fall closed in hope your tears would stop themselves behind the barrier.

“Please don’t make this harder than it needs to be, Damian. I just want to go home.”

You didn’t want to risk hurting yourself as Damian’s hold didn’t falter around your wrist, finally giving in to his silent pleading and slowly turning to face him. Your eyes still closed tight as you stopped under Damian’s gaze, you ignored the cursing leaving the open cab window.

“Yeah, vete a la mierda. Sal de aquí.”

Damian heckled after the cab as it screeched out of its spot on the sidewalk, his middle finger easing skyward before his full attention turned back to you. His large palm curling under your chin, he gently raised your head so he could see you.

“Open your eyes, princesa.”

It was like a switch flicked in your subconscious as his words played over in your mind, your eyelids snapping open before you could stop them. The words chirping past your lips as your palm yanked free from Damian’s other palm.

“You can’t call me that anymore, Damian.”

Your palms instantly moved to your biceps as a cold breeze blew through the street, a small tremor vibrating through your body as you fought back a shiver.

“Why not?”

He questioned as you stepped around his muscular frame in search of somewhere to shelter from the chill, his giant form shifting as he quickly followed after you.

“Why not?”

You scoffed under your breath. Your lips twitched into a soft smile as you dipped into a small alley beside the bar, turning back to face him just as he submerged into the shadows behind you.

“Because we’re friends right?”

Your tone was scoffed, almost a little snarky as your palms dropped from your biceps and to your sides.

“That’s what you and I are. Just friends.”

Damian’s brows furrow slightly as he watches your expression shift. Were you getting angry at him, he wondered as his forearms crossed over his chest with a raised brow.

“I mean, that’s what we decided, right?”

There was a sunken sadness in Damian’s tone as his brow arched a little higher, his shoulder falling to lean against the alley wall as he let his gaze wander over the outfit you’d chosen to wear.

“Yeah.”

You sigh softly.

“Yeah, that’s what we decided.”

It had been months since you’d mutually ended your relationship with Damian. So much time had passed and yet you hadn’t quite figured out how to move on and do as you’d both agreed and even though at the time it made sense, you hadn’t managed to get it together enough to find someone new.

“So..”

Your gaze lifted to finally meet Damian’s. The corners of his lips twitching into a playful grin as your brows knit together in confusion.

“So?”

“So what does that have to do with why I can’t call you princesa hmm?”

You could feel your cheeks flush a soft crimson as you flash back to how it made you feel when Damian spoke Spanish. Your fingers tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you dropped your head to hide your embarrassment.

It was so easy to lose yourself with Damian, his energy and his humor always found a way to make you blush.

“You just… you just can’t, Damian. Okay.”

You were looking back into the depths of Damian’s gaze as the words left your lips, your throat feeling tighter again as you remember just why you’d tried to avoid him in the first place.

“Maybe you should just go back to your new friend. She seems more your speed these days.”

“And what does that mean?”

Damian snaps.

Truthfully this was the first girl you’d seen him with since you’d split and you had no idea what ‘his speed’ was, but you couldn’t forget the way she’d looked at him. How she practically glowed.

The burning ache in your chest you’d experienced as you’d watched him move on so easily returned as you shook your head, your voice coming out in a harsh tone as you searched for an easy way past Damian’s monstrous frame.

“You don’t seem to be struggling with letting me go, so I don’t want to stand in your way. Go back to your pretty little bimbo, Damian. Go fall in love and forget all about me.”

You knew he wasn't going to let you pass, but if you were going to get away from him and feel your feelings in peace, you had to try. Ducking around Damian’s tall form, you grumble to yourself as you feel his palm around your wrist once more. Keeping you hidden in the shadows at his side.

“Damian please, just let me go home. I can't…”

Your breath caught in your chest as you tried to pull free, the burn of tears finding themselves bubbling beneath the surface once more.

How many times were you going to cry in front of him tonight?

“You can't what, Y/N?”

“I can't keep pretending.”

You blurt out. Spinning on your heels to peer up at Damian through thick damp lashes. A few stray tears breaking over your waterline and slowly cascading your cheeks as you try to swallow the word vomit that was about to erupt from your chest.

“I can't keep lying to myself. To everyone. I know we said we'd just be friends, that things would be okay, but I can’t keep doing this Damian. I’ve tried, I promise I've tried, but I can’t pretend anymore.”

You could see the hurt as it grew on Damian’s face, his features contorting into what could almost be described as pain as he just stood and watched you continue with the blurb of words that seemed almost backed in regret.

“I’m forcing myself everyday not to touch you. Not to run into your arms and beg you to just hold me like you used to, to make it all the hurt go away. To heal my heart and make it easier for me to let you go.”

The tears that cascaded your cheeks had become stronger, each drop burning against your skin. Looking up into Damian’s eyes as he towered over you. Seeing him speechless as you blurted out each word only made it harder to stop.

“I sit at home missing you. Wishing you'd call and praying I'm awake to answer it. We took this break to figure out what we truly wanted, to figure out if it was all worth it. Well I know what I want, Damian. I don't need another night to sleep on it.”

Your petite frame took a small step forward as if controlled by an external force, pulling you closer to him with every passing second. Your slender fingers tracing up the expanse of his chest as you swallowed back the desire to keep from crying as hard as you could.

“I think about you all the time. When I’m trying to fall asleep, the moment I wake up. Damian you are on my mind constantly and I don’t know how much more of this I can take. I don’t know how much longer I can stay apart from you.”

“Don’t say what you can’t take back, princesa.”

You didn’t even bother to fight him on his choice of words this time, your doe-like gaze fixed on the corners of his lips as he fought back a soft smile. He knew what was coming, what you were about to say, but he needed to hear it from your lips. He needed you to be the one to instigate the statement, because the second he broke and took you into his arms, he wouldn’t be able to let you go.

“— Damian.”

Your throat was thick, the air struggling to escape your lungs as your fingertips traced along the stubble that lined his jaw. Your damp cheeks glistening beneath the moonlight as his thumb glazed over the tears in attempts to dry them all up.

“Y/N.”

He uttered. The desire to pull you close and press his lips against your own burning at the back of his mind as the skin beneath your fingertips tingled.

“Damian, I love you.”

It took less than a breath for Damian’s lips to find yours, the warmth of his kiss washing over you like wildfire as his broad palms found their way around your frame, settling in the small of your back as you threw your arms around his neck. Your bodies morph into one as he draws you closer, attempting to remove all space between you even though none remained.

Having his form press against you once more as your lips moved in perfect unison, you could help the soft hum that vibrated from your chest. Your slender fingers winding into Damian’s hair as he attempted to pull you even closer to his chest, his large palms undoubtedly leaving purple blemishes beneath his fingertips as he gripped tighter around your hip bones.

“I’ve missed you.”

You purr softly against Damian’s lips as you pull back only slightly to fill your lungs with air, the tip of your nose gently gliding across his jaw as you push up on your tiptoes to keep that warmth of his breath upon your face.

Thick lashes fluttering open as you peer up at the tall Adonis, you smile sheepishly as your lower lip rolls between your teeth.

You’d hoped one day you’d be back in Damian’s arms, his warmth radiating over you as he held you against him. You fit perfectly and it just made sense for you to be together.

Leaning into Damian’s hold as his broad palm cradled around your cheek, you let your lids flutter closed once more as the sweetness in his tone flooded your eardrums.

“You wouldn’t believe how much I’ve missed you, princesa. There hasn’t been a single day where I haven’t had Finn talking me off a ledge. Tonight was… well she was nothing. I was just trying to do what we agreed and it felt terrible.”

Damian’s thumb gently traced against the apples of your cheek as he beamed down at you, drinking in every inch of your face as if it was the first time he was seeing it. Burning each blink into his memory so as to not forget it.

“I didn’t want to seem rude, but flirting with that girl as you sat mere feet away from me made me realize just how much I wanted you. Not her.”

His other palm cupped around your jaw so he could tilt your head up to meet his gaze, his thumbs catching the flush of your cheeks as you melted into his eyes.

“You’re the one baby, I don’t want anyone else. I don’t need anyone else. I just need you.”

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homoo-wan-kenobi · 5 months

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becky: "we're just courting each other again"

charlotte: "we're dating again, we're seeing how it goes"

a charlynch reunion was not on my bingo card for 2023, but I'm so glad it's happening 🥹

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730spitz · 2 months

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Idk how big of a fandom Grayson waller has, but no matter what I'm in it. He's a goofy little guy who does goofy things, and sometimes wrestles if WWE lets him.

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cashordashdoesntmatter · 7 months

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Whatever his ring name happens to be, he epitomizes European Elegance.

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mafiosaseries · 3 months

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🔥Rhea Ripley, Becky Lynch, Bianca Belair & Jade Cargill 🔥

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crowleysgirl56 · 17 days

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Ok, hear me out: Good Omens Human AU: WWE professional wrestling.

Has anyone done this yet? Ok, here is my stream of consciousness:

I imagine Crowley to be the high flying, heartbreaking, stunt type character. Like a Jeff or Matt Hardy, or a Shaun Michaels. He’d be the young newcomer breaking out into the business, gaining massive popularity, adored by the fans and potentially the new face of the business.

Aziraphale would be a more established, professional, and experienced performer. He’d been old school, like a pure striker, but also maybe slightly flamboyant like a Ric Flair or Dusty Rhodes. He’d be initially skeptical of Crowley’s character and disapprove of the suggested changes to the business. He doesn’t want to move with the times and stuck in his golden era ways.

Plot points:

Enemy to lovers - Aziraphale would be annoyed with the idea of Crowley being “the new guy” not playing by the rules, but over time comes to appreciate what he can bring to the business and also admire his immense talent. Crowley would be annoyed with an “old” fuddy duddy unwilling to move with the times or diversify for the sake of the business, but comes to appreciate Aziraphale’s experience and encouragement and what he can learn from him.

Road to Wrestlemania - obviously they’d have to face off in the main event as their characters would continue to be sworn enemies.

Secret relationship - this would develop and deepen over time, and they would be terrified of it being revealed and breaking kayfabe. How could they possibly overcome the media and scrutiny. Possible themes of homophobia could be explored.

Alliances - Crowley would probably be part of some sort of team dynamic involving Beelzebub and maybe Shax and Dagon. Some kind of demonic themed characters.

Overcoming injury - Crowley might suffer a possible career ending injury, either sustained through interference from another jealous wrestler (Gabriel or Hastur?), or protecting Aziraphale from a dangerous move, or from Aziraphale failing to perform a choreographed stunt correctly. Each possibility would lead the subtext of the story in three different directions so not sure which would be best?

Bittersweet ending? - I imagine that either they would get to maintain their relationship but one or both their careers would end. Or they would keep their careers in tact but the relationship would end.

Thank you for reading my ramblings. Am I insane? (Probably)

(Was inspired because Wrestlemania was on the weekend and I apparently cannot separate Good Omens from any other aspect of my life now 🤣)

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nokneepadsnoproblem · 3 months

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Love watching that thick slab of beef 🥩

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sydsaint · 2 months

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I'm a slut for a cocky blond man. <3

Summary: The reader encounters Logan's charisma firsthand when he attempt to get a meeting with Nick Aldis.

"You know I bet that you're used to flashing that pretty-boy smile and for people to just start falling over you, huh?" You stare across your desk at Logan Paul.

"Well I mean, it is a nice killer smile," Logan replies with a grin. "And don't kid yourself, YN. I can tell it's getting to you." He winks at you.

You scoff and roll your eyes at the current US champ. Logan came strolling into the office around 10 minutes ago wanting to talk to your boss, Nick, about something or other. The only problem is, that Aldis is on an important call and asked not to be disturbed.

"You can keep giving me those puppy dog eyes all you want, Logan." You remain firm on not letting Logan through the door. "But it's not going to work on me. Nick will be done with his call soon. You can wait like everyone else." You insist.

"Oh but I'm not like everyone else, am I sweetheart?" Logan replies. "I'm the best US Champion of this era. Not to mention the co-owner of the premier energy drink company, Prime. And an accomplished social media star." He rattles off his accomplishments with a grin. "Plus, I'm handsome."

You scoff and roll your eyes. "Full of yourself is more like it." You clap back at him. "You can be as famous as Vince McMahon himself, Logan. And I still wouldn't let you through the door." You flash him a smile.

"Come on, YN!" Logan whines. "What's it going to take for you to let me in to see Aldis?" He asks you.

"How about an appointment?" You reply with a grin. "Or maybe perhaps, Nick coming out of his office to greet you?" You taunt him.

Logan bites the inside of his lip. It's not every day he runs into someone that can keep up with his nagging and persistence with such bravado. Especially not someone as gorgeous as you.

"Hey, did I see you drinking a Prime when I came in earlier?" Logan asks you. "A Cherry Freeze, right?" He scans your desk for the bottle.

"I might have been, yeah." You keep your answer vague. "Why?" You quirk a brow at the blond.

Logan sits down at the chair in front of your desk and takes his phone out. "You're obviously a fan if you're drinking one." He points out. "So you should let me put you on our PR list. It'll get you monthly shipments of whatever your favorite flavor is. Plus you get first access when new flavors drop." He explains.

You sigh and hold back the smile daring to grace your lips. You know that Logan is just buttering you up to get what he wants. But being on the Prime PR list sounds like a dream come true considering how much you drink the stuff.

"Alright." You sigh and pull out your phone to give Logan the information he needs to add you to the list. "This still doesn't mean that you're getting in to see Nick." You add.

"I know." Logan surprisingly nods. "I guess I can wait a little bit. The view in here is pretty nice."

You look up from your phone at Logan's comment about the view. "Really?" You laugh. "You've resorted to hitting on me?" You chastise him.

"What can I say?" Logan shrugs. "It's not every day I meet a girl as quick-witted and pretty as you are, YN." He winks at you.

"Mhm." You hum and shake your head.

The phone on your desk rings and you answer it. Logan watches you intently as you listen to the brief call before hanging the phone up.

"Mr. Aldis will see you now." You hang up the phone and gestured to the door off to the side of the room.

"He can wait for a second," Logan replies with a sly grin. "I've got something more important going on right now." He insists.

You can't help but laugh. "Oh, yeah? After all that whining? What could be so important?" You ask him.

"Getting you to go out with me," Logan replies. "So, wadduya say, YN? Dinner? My treat?" He asks you.

You gaze at the egomaniac in front of you. 'Damn, he's good.' You think to yourself. But Logan flashes you those soft puppy dog eyes from earlier and you know that you can't turn him down.

"Sure, why not?" You accept the offer. "You've got my number. Now go see Nick before he changes his mind." You gesture to the door.

"Yes!" Logan cheers with a grin. "Just you wait, YN. You've never had a stellar night out until you've rolled with me, sweetheart."

You giggle as Logan struts off to his meeting. "I'm sure." You watch him walk off.

You already know that you're about to be in for one hell of a first date. That's a given. Now you just have to get through the rest of the work night.

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