#fabian aichner imagine

[dempseyregal]

Unexpected Surprise Part 1

A/N: This has been in my drafts for a while and I couldn't even finish it so enjoy the first part of this hot mess while I try to finish the other part

“Fabian, are you alright?” Marcel waved his hand in front of his face, but Fabian didn’t as much as blinked in response. “You’re leaving? But why Y/N? I though you loved it here!” His voice cracked with rage and hurt, but I couldn’t handle to tell him the truth.

I was pregnant, with Fabian’s baby, and couldn’t stay to wrestle until after the birth. I decided to go to Scotland and stay with my brothers’ wife until after the baby was born, I wanted to lay low. But all I told Imperium was that I quit because of personal problems within the family.

“Joe and Mark aren’t quitting?! Wolfgang is still creeping around, why don’t they quit too?!” “Because it doesn’t involve my brothers. Wolfgang isn’t even remotely related to me in anyway. My sister-in-law is expecting and there are complications with her health. I am leaving to take care of her.” I replied as I took my stuff and walked out of the dressing room while the three of them started debating and arguing with one another.

*8 and a half months later*

I was in the crowd at Takeover New York, flew in with Abigail to see the guys wrestle. They didn’t say who they were facing, just that my sister-in-law and I had to come watch them live. She was 5 months pregnant, and my little boy was fast asleep in my lap. It was the first time I stepped foot on WWE property since leaving.

Gallus made they way down to the ring and suddenly the lights went out and Imperium’s music hit. My heart dropped when I saw the three of them standing on the ramp, sadistic expressions on their faces. I looked at Fabian, his beard had grown, and his body had exploded to twice the size as when I saw him last. Marco started waking up in my arms and I panicked. “What if he sees him? He doesn’t know Marco’s his.” I whispered over to Abigail, and she looked over at my brothers, who also must have sensed my panic state as they went to work on distracting Imperium from walking around the ring.

The match was brutal to say the least.  Just when Wolfgang thought he had them pinned, Alexander Wolfe came from nowhere and caused a distraction, having Fabian pin him, winning the match for Imperium. I was frantically observing the ringside area for Joe and Mark when Abigail grabbed my arm. “He’s coming, let’s go!” She grabbed Marco’s bag but before I could follow pursuit, Fabian was at the barricade, grabbing onto my arm. “Y/N?! What are you doing here? I thought your sister in law had a baby alre-“He froze when he caught sight of Marco now fully awake, his big blue eyes staring back at Fabian with a toothless grin.

“I have to go.” I practically ran after Abigail to the backstage area, hoping and praying that their locker room was open so I could sneak in and hide there. TO my luck, it was and Abigail pushed me inside, closing the door behind her. I heard a commotion outside the door, German shouting and banging on the door. Joe and Mark burst through, pushing me into the bathroom. “Keep the lad in here until I tell you its safe to get out. These idiots want to see the baby.” I nodded and locked the door when he ran out, Abigail looking at Mark with wild eyes before he pursued our brother.

After a while, there came silence and a small knock from the door. “Y/N, come on out.” Mark’s voice sounded from the other side of the door. I opened it and saw the anger on his face. They were all seated in the locker room. All four members of Imperium and Wolfgang, Joe and Abigail were sitting around the table, Mark placing his huge hand on the small of my back.

Fabian jumped up but Wolfgang shot up to block his way. “Remember the deal Aichner. You get to see him but not too close.” I panicked once again and held Marco tighter to my chest. “You had a baby and didn’t tell us, Y/N? Why would you disappear like that?” Marcel spoke up while everyone just stared at the baby in my arms, smiling at all of them. “He looks just like you.” Walter pointed out to Fabian, who was focused on the giggling little human.

“He’s mine? Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve been there to help you during the pregnancy, I missed his birth! I missed the visits to the doctor!” I felt like bursting into tears. “I- I thought that you would want to take him away from me. I didn’t want you to know because I was scared.” I whispered and all eyes were on me in an instant. “Why would he do something like that Y/N?” Wolfe asked and Joe stood up, taking Marco from me and carefully putting him on the table in front of them to see.

I took a seat with them as Mark followed suit, sitting next to me, positioning himself in between me and his wife. “Our father tried to take us away from our mother when we were kids. So my mother tried to keep us a secret from the rest of the family afterwards scared that my father would come back for us.” Joe said as Fabian leaned froward, Marko grabbing his fingers and giggling as he pulled him close.

“I kept all of the ultra sounds and had videos made of my doctor’s appointments and the birth… SO when Y/N was ready, she could give them to you.” My sister-in-law spoke, Fabian looking over at her then at Marko. Marko had Fabian’s finger in his mouth, drool all over his hand. “Can I see it?” He asked and I obediently walked over to the little black case that I carried around with me. I handed it to him, and Marcel opened it, taking out the contents and handing them over to Fabian. Inside, photos of my scans, when Marko was born, Marko wearing an Italian supporter’s outfit that Mark bought him, a photo of Marko next to the Imperium flag I was gifted.

“I want the two of you to move in with me.” Fabian said while rocking Marko to sleep. I sucked in a breathe as I saw Joe tense up. “Its alright Joseph. He’s Marko dad, he has the right to have him around.” Wolfgang tried to calm him down while I held onto Joe’s hand. “You knew this was going to happen sooner or later Joe. We have to move.”

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[jordanswwe]

a night out to remember

summary: the reader and fabian have been dating for 6 months and y/n felt bad because she never once got to spoil fabian the way he spoiled her, until one night.

asked for: “I was wondering if you could write a fic where the female reader and Fabian are in a relationship and she spoils him on a night out.”

this story contains only fluff, no smut :) hope you guys enjoy!!

also let’s all take a moment to look at this gorgeous photo

October 26 (at the capitol wrestling center):

today was a successful episode of halloween havoc. your 2 closest friends jacy and gigi won the nxt women’s tag titles and your boyfriend fabian and his tag partner marcel (who was also your friend) won the nxt tag titles.

by the time marcel and fabian had made it back to the locker room area y/n and walter were already there to congratulate them. right after the boys got dressed marcel and walter decided to go out with some of their personal friends to the bar to celebrate.

that didn’t bother you because you had already planned something out for fabian. you had made a reservation in at a luxurious restaurant.

“fabian are you ready to go” y/n asked him. “go where” he asks curiously smiling. “you’ll see, it’s a suprise” y/n said responding then pulling him in for a hug.

at the restaurant:

as they pulled into the parking lot fabian was in disbelief. he had always wanted to go to this restaurant but he never had enough time. “you remembered” he said slightly laughing. fabian had always told you that he wanted to try this restaurant out. it had been 3 months since the restaurant had opened and it’s the only thing anyone was talking about.

as they both walked in the restaurant, y/n said “reservation for 2 the name is under y/n” as she turned to fabian who was smiling. “follow me” the hostess said.

you followed the hostess into a private room while holding fabian’s hand. when you he got in the private area the first thing he saw was that the dining area had roses and candles everywhere. fabian was shocked that y/n went out of her way to make all of this happen.

“thank you so much for all of this tesoro” fabian said as he sat down. “no problem love, anything for you” she said smiling.

“i’m so proud of you for winning the titles” she spoke up again while caressing his cheek. before she had the chance to say anything else fabian pulled her in for a kiss. “i love you so much y/n” he said smiling against her lips. “ i love you more” y/n said before kissing him back.

after the dinner had ended y/n decided to end the night in the best possible way. y/n took fabian to a nice opened area and they both decided to look at the stars.

while looking at the stars they couldn’t help but turn over to each other. looking each other eye in the eye they couldn’t help but to think that they found their person, their soulmates. “thank you again y/n, i deeply appreciate-“ fabian said before being cut off by y/n placing her lips on his again.

“you deserve all of this, i love you to the moon and back” she said before kissing him again.

the end 🪐✨🫶🏼💜🔮

this was my first request so thank you to the person that asked for this :) i hope i wrote what you were looking for!! if i didn’t then feel free to text me and i’ll get it done again!!🤍

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[of-twilight-and-moonshadow]

What Is Mine - Marcel x Reader x Fabian

So, with the latest episode of NXT, @wwzentertainment asked for Imperium x Reader. 

Here it is~ Almost the quickest I’ve wrote anything; just over an hour. 

Enjoy!

Warnings? : Polygamous relationship (pretty much it). Small fight scene, multiple translations of German and Italian, little bit of body insecurity near the end

TAG LIST @starwithaheart​ @shedevil22 @amourseculier @regalbanshee​ @barthelsimperium​ (because i think you’ll like this too)

Note: Funny Marcel gif i found at the end because <3 

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I stood backstage, just out of sight, as I watched my two boys do an interview about their win last week at Halloween Havoc. What we had between us was… unusual… but between the three of us, we made it work.

I love Marcel. He was quiet but strong; demanding, yet gentle. Compassionate and funny but also stern.

I love Fabian. He was a giant teddy bear and a protective Sheppard; he joked a lot but was also romantic.

I knew, back in 2019 when we met, that there was no way I could ever choose one over the other. They seemed to know too, and to understand. Which made our current… arrangement—work, all the more. Never before had I even thought of being in a Polygamous relationship—and they hadn’t either, they admitted one night as we cuddled on the couch.

But it was what we had, and what worked. Thinking back on that night, I couldn’t help but smile—it was also the first night we all slept together. It was a fun night—despite the soreness I felt the next few days.

“—we don’t compromise with American ideals.” Fabian wrapped up in Italian, as Marcel looked over at him with his usual smug frown.

Seeing the two of them act so differently in front of camera compared to when it was just us, it caused a small chuckle. Unfortunately, my cheery mood quickly was squashed as I watched Gigi and Jayce walked onto the screen.

“Congratulations on becoming new NXT tag team champions,” Gigi told them, eyeing Marcel in a way I did not like,” You definitely… look… the part.” She reached out with her black rose and gentle ran it down Marcel’s jawline, seemingly catching his interest.

I stood there, jaw clenched, not moving. My whole body was frozen in place—not in fear. In anger.

“And so do we,” Jacy pointed out, gesturing between her and Gigi, as she pulled away from Marcel. I was barely aware of Fabian glancing in my direction, as the camera panned in on the ladies.

“Actually, we just found out we have a six woman tag team match next week,” Jacy continued, smiling at the thought, eyeballing Marcel some more, as Gigi looked from her partner to Marcel,” And I think… you guys should watch us.” The camera panned away, bringing both Marcel and Fabian into screen again, looking like they held some interest—or at least, curiosity.

Marcel leaned over towards Fabian, a smirk on his face, whispering,” We definitely will,” before continuing in German.

“The mat is sacred, but American has its benefits.” I heard him say, being able to translate his words since he had been teaching me German—and Fabian teaching me Italian. Italian was strangely the more difficult of the two languages, as I picked up on German a lot quicker. They watched in interest as the Gigi and Jacy walked away, eyeballing them up and down.

My heart dropped, and I felt not only pissed off but sick to my stomach.

The interview wrapped up, as Mackenzie walked away with the camera man, and I saw Fabian gently elbow Marcel, whisper something—and then Marcel look over in my direction. His eyes were slightly wide, like he feared something.

Good.

Just as they made a step towards me, I spun on heel and stalked off.

“Principessa!” (ts: Princess)

“Kleiner, warte!” (ts: Little one, wait)

Ignoring them, I picked up my pace as I knew they were getting close to catching up with me. Damn their long legs!

“Kleiner—” Marcel began, but I spun around to face them, stopping them dead in the tracks. (ts: little one)

“Nein!” I exclaimed, pointing a finger at him,” Nein nein nein nein! Just—just leave mich alone!” (ts: no / me)

“Amore—” Fabian tried but quieted with a look from me. With that, I spun back around and stomped off towards the women’s locker room. Unfortunately, that didn’t help matters, because low and behold– -who was standing just outside the door?

Jacy Jayne and Gigi Dolin.

Great. Just great.

As I got closer, all intent to just pass on by them and ignore them, went out the window when I heard Jacy let Marcel’s name slip.

“—kind of, but Marcel is. All those muscles—”

“You leave Marcel alone!” I snapped, getting in her face. I’d get in trouble for the altercation no doubt, but right now, I didn’t care.

“Why? You’re in a thing with Aichner—”

“—Dunno why—” Gigi muttered.

“—Unless you’re sneaking around behind his back with Marcel—”

“It’s none of your business! Just stay AWAY from Marcel and Fabian! Do you understand me?!” I yelled at both of them.

“Why? What are you gonna do about it?” Gigi asked, eyeballing me up and down.

I couldn’t do it—I couldn’t fight them. Medical hadn’t cleared me yet from my foot injury. I just had to walk away—

“We said—what are you going to do?” Jacy repeated, as Gigi shoved my shoulder—and then I saw red. My right leg flew up, foot connecting with Jacy’s abdomen, shoving her backwards on her ass. In the second of confusion for Gigi, I brought my elbow around and knocked her right in the face as she turned back towards me. Stunned for a second, I bent her over a bit and started punching at her back, trying to knock the wind out of her lungs. My focus on her, I didn’t see Jacy come at me until I felt her hands grab my hair and slam me face first into the wall. Gaining the upper hand, they began shouting and belittling me as they attacked, gaining attention from the surrounding backstage personnel, as they tried to separate us. They pulled Jacy and Gigi away from me, thinking I wasn’t going to antagonize the situation, that I was the calmer of the three—but not this time.

As soon as I had the chance, I launched myself at the two of them—including the personel and other talent holding them back—leading with overhead punches, trying to get as much damage as possible. Arms wrapped around my waist, trying to pull me away and in my bought of adrenaline, my elbow hooked around behind me and got the guy in the face. They let me go, stumbling away.

The yelling and arguing among talent, Gigi and Jacy yelling at me and my anger kept the area extremely loud, and I couldn’t hear one person over the other.

Another set of arms wrapped around me, this time slightly tighter, and instead of pulling me straight back, I felt my lower half get lifted as well, and then pulled away from the commotion.

“Basta amore mio! You’ll reinjure yourself—Fermare!” (ts: Enough my love! / Stop!)

Recognizing the Italian, I stopped struggling as much. He put my feet back on the floor, but still held me against his chest. I saw Marcel cupping the side of his face, only looking slightly annoyed.

“Du bist Fertig?” Marcel asked. (ts: You finished?)

“Nein,” I muttered, averting my gaze from his, as I leaned back into Fabian’s chest. (ts: no)

“Mi amore,” Fabian whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of my ear,” Come, let’s talk elsewhere.” (ts: my love)

“Somewhere more quiet,” Marcel frowned at the commotion still going on ten feet behind us. Wordlessly, I nodded, following them down the hall to their locker room. Marcel closed the door behind us, and I softly pried myself from Fabian’s embrace.

“What’s going on in that mind of yours amore?” Fabian asked, sitting down in one of the chairs. (ts: love)

Silence.

“Rede mi tuns… bitte leibling.” (Talk to us / please darling)

“I just—I don’t know!” I frowned, turning away from them as I crossed my arms in front of my chest,” I—I saw them shamelessly flirting with you guys—especially Marcel—and I just—”

“You got jealous,” Fabian finished, a slight smirk on his face.

“Nein,” I muttered under my breath. (ts: no)

“Kleiner…” Marcel drawled out, talking slow steps towards me. (ts: little one)

“Nein,” I repeated, trying more to convince myself then them at this point.

“Leibe, look at me bitte.” (ts: Love / please)

Slowly, I turned around but refused to meet his gaze. Briefly, my eyes met Fabian’s and I saw the soft smile his had on his face, but it only made me feel more ashamed, so I let my gaze fall to the floor. Fingertips traced my jaw down to my chin, before lifting my attention up until I finally met Marcel’s eyes.

His beautiful, captivating blue eyes. Those eyes were the first thing to draw me towards him—just as Fabian’s smile did.

“Liebe… You know I would never cheat on you, right?” (ts: Love)

I nodded slowly.

“Then why all this?”

“I just—I don’t know… I guess… with me not really being out there—maybe… maybe I’m feeling insecure? I mean—they are both, kinda attractive in their own—”

“Nein,” Marcel bit out, his posture tightening slightly before he relaxed,” I can’t speak for Fabian—but you…. You are all I need. All I want. Du bist wunderschon…. Komisch… clever… stark… Perfekt wie du bist.” (ts: no / you are beautiful, funny, smart, strong. Perfect as you are)

“Marcel…” I whispered, my eyes tearing up as I wrapped my arms around his torso and snuggled into him as his wrapped his arms around me, holding me close.

“Si, mi amore,” Fabian agreed,” Marcel and I—back before we all agreed to do this relationship—we both were attracted to you in our own ways. People can come on to us all they want—flirt all they want… but at the end of the day, all we want is you, Principessa.” (ts: Yes, my love / Princess)

“You’ve nothing to be jealous over, we promise,” I heard Marcel assure me, and I glanced up at him.

“I’m sorry I elbowed you in the face,” I frowned, as he looked down at me with a grin.

“Don’t worry about it. You’ve done worse before,” Marcel chuckled, before pressing a kiss to my forehead,” Does your foot hurt any?”

“Hmm? Oh,” I thought, stretching it out a bit and considering, before shaking my head,” No. Doesn’t seem to. Doctor did tell me I should be good to go, but to keep an eye on it for a few weeks.”

“So, you’re cleared to be in the ring again?”

“Not technically, yet anyway. I think they will after my check up tomorrow. Which is good news for me,” I smiled deviously.

“Why’s that, Princepessa?” (ts: princess)

“You heard Jayne. They’ve got a 3-woman tag match next week. It’d be a shame if one of their opponents couldn’t make the match for… any… reason.”

“Questa e’ la nostra ragazza.” (ts: That’s our girl)

“Wir werden zuschauen.” (ts: We will be watching)

“I do hope so,” I smirked,” They’ll learn, one way or another, they’ll learn. You don’t mess with what’s mine.” 

The two Europeans just smiled down at me, before giving me each a breath taking kiss. Next week was a ways away– for now, they started with making me feel beautiful, loved and extra motivated. 

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EXTRA MARCEL READJUST GIF -hearteyes- imdying

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[domesticblisss]

Fabian Aichner + a huge mountain, with the shore just below it, waves crashing against the oceanside?

a huge mountain, with the shore just below it, waves crashing against the oceanside

location drabble prompts

whenever he needed to think, fabian would hike.

it wasn’t like the snow covered mountains of south tyrol, where he grew up skiing, but the sunny floridian days, the fresh air and the luscious trees, and the salty smell of the ocean always helped him clear his mind.

after a long, silent hike, he sat with her at the top of the mountain. the crash of the waves and the chirps of the birds were the only sounds between them.

one.

two.

three.

ten.

she had lost count of how many waves had come and gone.

after several minutes, fabian finally touched her. his pinky intertwining with hers, his thumb gently caressing the top of her hand. the look on his face showing that he was choosing his words carefully.

“i’m sorry. i really am, and i need you by my side.” he finally broke his silence.

she knew exactly what he was apologising for. with his and marcel’s constant losses and walter finally being defeated, fabian vanished.

no calls, no texting back, no nothing. it felt like he never existed in her life. she understood him. even with how painful this period has been, she understood him. she knew the trio had to regroup and refocus.

“marcel and i… we– we’re going against msk tomorrow, and i can’t do it without you.” he finally looked in her eyes, “good or bad, i can’t do this without you.”

“i’ll always be with you, fabian.”

“sempre con te, principessa.”

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[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

Hello Queen!!! Thank you for giving us LIFE each and every day! 💙🥺

I was wondering if you’d be open to a Marcel/Fabian drabble?? Whatever comes to that sexy genius mind of yours we love to see it 🔥 Thank you always!!! 💙✨🥰

Hi gorgeous! Aww, you’re so kind, thank you so much for such compliments 🥰 Thank you for following me ❤️

I’m not that familiar with NXT UK wrestlers but I think I can work something with Fabian 😏 Let’s see if I will not totally embarrass myself with this one 😂

@thenightmareismyreality Thank you for Beta reading it for me ❤️

P.S. Yes, I’m obsessed with massaging giant men 😂 and sorry if this is complete garbage 🤣

Fabian sighed when he entered your bedroom. You were laying down on the bed and noticing the tiredness all over his face, you asked

“Are you ok, baby?”

“I’m fine, amore (love). Just tired” He smiled weakly

“Do you want to take a hot shower to relax a bit?”

“I already showered at the gym” He undressed until only his boxers were left

“Maybe I can give you a massage to help you out with your sore muscles?”

“I can think of another way you can help me out” He straddled your hips, making your head stay at the same level of his crotch

Already sensing his intention, you raised one hand at his covered length, already caressing his half hard cock through the fabric

“Tell me what you need, baby” You cooed

“Mi fa un pompino (give me a blow job) ” He grunted, already caressing your hair

You smirked, darting your tongue out and tracing the outline of his erection through his boxers

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[southwalessubculture]

When you agreed to this...whatever it is...with Fabian Aichner, you didn't think it would end up like this.

He'd seemed almost shy when he asked you, never quite meeting your gaze when he invited you over to learn how to make pasta after an offhand joke about how the nonna down the street would be embarrassed by you eating canned spaghetti before one of your matches. He'd been a little antsy earlier in the night as he showed you how to knead the dough between your fists, sneaking near constant looks at you that made your face a little more red than it should have been in the warm apartment.

Now, though? There was no edge of hesitation or nervousness to his movements as his left hand rested against the counter next to you, his other hand pushing through your hair as he kissed you with a feverish touch that had your skin feeling electric under his fingertips. It felt like there was something palpable in the air that made you want to throw all your inhibitions away, made you want to pull that too-well fitting black shirt off of him, made you want to jump on the marble countertop so you could pull him ever closer into you, legs around his waist and fingers dancing across (hopefully) bare skin as you would continue to toe the line between an "innocent" encounter and something much stronger.

The beep of an obnoxious timer had him groaning as he pulled away from you, throwing a glare at the plastic device on his fridge reminding the two of you that the pasta was certainly due to be taken out of the water at any moment.

"You know, if you'd like to stay after dinner, I wouldn't mind the company. Night have been a little colder recently, right?"

You couldn't help but let a smirk come across your face at how open his intentions were, how he seemed just as comfortable pushing the boundaries of your night as you showed just a few moments prior.

"I'd certainly hate for you to be lonely..." you let your fingers dance across his bicep, "and I can't say I'd really like to be anywhere else."

#suggestive? #requests aren't open but i had this in my mind and it might make it to a full draft before the night's out #i'm happily asexual but occasionally my brain throws something at me that's too good not to share #fabian aichner one shot #fabian aichner oneshot #fabian aichner imagine #fabian contenttttttt

[secretagentfangirl]

Part 1: For You This Song I Sing

All My Life (series, hopefully)- Based on the song “All My Life” by K-Ci & JoJo

Fabian Aichner x Reader

Summary: Reader just wants to record a silly video for her TikTok. Marcel is on board, but Fabian refuses.

Warnings: None, just flirty touches meant to embarrass.

Word count: 884

A/N: This is my second attempt at writing. I have the whole thing planned out, any feedback is greatly appreciated and will motivate me to keep going with this.

           “Come on, it will be fun!”

             Fabian rolled his eyes at that. You looked at Marcel, in the back seat, and pouted.

             “Come on, Fabian. How can you say no when she’s looking at us like that?”

             “I can say no because I don’t do TikToks.”

             You leaned over the console and poked Fabian in his bicep. “Fabio! Please?” You knew you were being whiny, but you couldn’t help it. Fabian was one of your best friends and was so fun to be around so you didn’t understand why he didn’t want to be goofy with you and Marcel for one teeny tiny TikTok.

           Marcel leaned forward and poked Fabian’s bicep, laughing when he swatted Marcel’s hand away. “It’s one video, Fabio.”

             “Shut up. See what you started, Y/N/N?”

             You and Marcel looked at each other, and then in unison (and equally whiny) said, “FABIO!”

           “I am NOT going to do your TikTok video. I am not dancing. That’s that. Nothing will change my mind.”

             “Okay, so you don’t want to dance. That’s fine with me, Fabio. Really. I’ll let you win this one.”

             Suddenly your phone vibrated. You smirked seeing it was from Marcel.

             M- You’re really letting him off this easily?

             He doesn’t want to dance.

             M- You never give up this easily. You’re plotting something, aren’t you?

             Hey, do you like how Fabian’s voice sounds?

             M- It’s okay enough. Sounds like he got punched a few too many times but I don’t mind it. Why?

             Think I can make him sing for one of my #dramaticsinging videos?

             M- Good luck with that.  If he won’t dance, he won’t sing.

             You looked back at Marcel with another smirk on your face before looking back at Fabian.

             “Hey Fabian, do you mind if I change the music? I want to look for a song for one of my dramatic singing videos.”

             “Yeah, sure.”

             You turned back to Marcel. “Mind recording? I kinda need both hands for this one.”

             Marcel took your phone while you grabbed Fabian’s to look for the song you wanted. You nodded when the sounds of the piano started.

             You started lip synching, complete with snaps, body rolls (as best as you could while wearing a seatbelt), and swaying. All of which was directed at Fabian. “I will never find another lover sweeter than you, sweeter than you”. You made sure to point at Fabian for the sweeter than yous. He quickly started blushing.

             “And I will never find another lover more precious than you, more precious than you.” You ran your hand down the back of his head, to the nape of his neck, and across his shoulders, grinning as he turned more and more red.

             Marcel started giggling as you forced Fabian to be part of your Tik Tok. Suddenly, he began to sing along with you to scream “GIRL YOU ARE CLOSE TO ME YOU’RE LIKE MY MOTHER!”

 You laughed and finally took your attention off Fabian to sing with Marcel, and continued with “Close to me you’re like my father, close to me you’re like my sister, close to me you’re like my brother!”

             You turned back to Fabian after noticing he looked more relaxed without you singing to him and you decided to change that.

             “You are the only one, my everything, and for you this song I sing.” You ran your hand up his arm again, smirking again as he tensed up, a hint of a blush returning to his cheeks.

 Without looking at you, he said, “Hey Y/N/N, I didn’t agree to this. I said I’m not being in your Tik Toks.”

 Marcel laughed and put your phone down at last. “She’s a sneaky one. Bet you regret asking her to be our travel buddy now, Fabian!”

 At last Fabian pulled up to the hotel. As you all exited the car, you ran from your side of the car over to Fabian. You tugged on the back of his shirt to get his attention, making him stop and turn to you.

 “I’m sorry, Fabian. I overstepped my boundaries and I played too much. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable and I won’t post the video.”

 He looked at you for a moment and you shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. You really didn’t want Fabian mad at you for your little stunt.

 “I accept your apology. And I guess I’m okay with you posting it. You have a ton of videos with Marcel, might as well have one with me, too.”

 You beamed at him and pulled him in for a hug. You didn’t want to let go, but you didn’t want to make it look like you didn’t want to touch him. Suddenly you became aware that he also didn’t seem to be pulling away and the hug was starting to be too long. You only pulled away when you heard a cough.

 “Sorry, am I interrupting something? Don’t mind me, keep hugging while I drag all of our crap over to the actual hotel.”

 Fabian looked like he was blushing for the third time tonight. You made sure you looked away because, judging by how warm your own face felt, you were blushing just as much as Fabian was. He ran over to Marcel to help, leaving you alone by the car. After composing yourself, you followed them in.

#fabian aichner #fabian aichner x reader #fabian aichner imagine #my writing #be gentle with me

[robinofgothamcity]

♡ prompt: “your complexion is scaring me, please sit down.” 

♡ pairing: marcel barthel x fem! reader

♡ lyric inspiration: “cause i’m right here, darling i’m right here. close your pretty eyes, my butterfly, baby have no fear.” 

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / 

you felt yourself getting dizzy once again, not knowing where the feelings was coming from. this was going on for the third week of you just feeling completely sick to your stomach and frankly, you had no idea why it was happening or why it hadn’t gone away yet. 

you fell back onto the chair with a thud, not feeling in any mood to get up and workout. as you took a sip of water and tried to regain your breath, you saw Fabian walking past you. you waved at him as he stopped in his tracks and saw your state of being. 

“you okay?” he asked, seeing the sweat coming down from your forehead, “just tired,” you murmured, taking another gulp of water. Fabian grabbed a chair and sat next to you knowing that Marcel would thank him later, “where’s your boyfriend?” he asked. 

pulling up your phone and saw the last text he sent you, “he’s training with Alex,” you told him, “why?” you asked. Fabian stayed silent for a moment, not knowing whether or not to confess what he was thinking, “you’ve been feeling like this for a while now, haven’t you?” you nodded, “ever think Marcel knocked you up?”

“excuse me, what?” you choked on your water at the wild thought as Fabian hit your back, “i’m just putting a thought out there. you’ve been feeling like this for a while now and i mean, my sister felt the same way you did when she got pregnant with my nephew,” he explained. 

there was no way you could’ve been pregnant with his child. you were on the pill and Marcel made sure he wore protection when you asked him too. “come on, you’ve got to be kidding me,” you murmured to him, not so sure on what to think of what he said. 

“if you aren’t sure, i can accompany you on the trip to the store,” he offered, taking his hey out of his pocket. you nodded and the two of you walked towards the parking lot, “what if I am?” you asked him quietly, “i genuinely don’t know how Marcel would take to the news.” 

Fabian could see the panic expression on your face as he started the engine. there was a store not even a minute out of the performance center and although he didn’t respond, he rubbed your shoulder in comfort, “listen, i can’t answer that question because i really don’t know how he would react either but i don’t think he’d be mad or upset about it.” 

you gave Fabian one final look before hopping out of the car and running inside of the Wal-Greens. you grabbed a few things and pretending that the pregnancy test was for a friend in case the cashier knew who you were by random chance. after she scanned you out and gave you your things, the two of you booked it back to the performance center. 

“stay right there,” you told Fabian in a threatening tone, “if I have to find out the news, you’re finding out right with me,” you added on. 

Fabian nodded as you walked into the single bathroom and locked it. the hallway you dragged Fabian too was generally a lonesome hall. hardly anyone that wasn’t custodial came down here and you knew that Marcel or anyone else wouldn’t come down here. 

after you took the test and put it back inside of the box, you walked out and timed the rest of the four minutes, “okay, we need to wait another few minutes and then i’ll find out if i become a mom or not,” you murmured, your eyes widening at the statement you made. 

you looked at Fabian with nervousness as you felt your phone ringing, “fuck, it’s Marcel,” you screamed in panic. you tossed him the phone and telling him to pick it up, “why? he’s gonna wonder why i have your phone to begin with!” he yelled back. 

Fabian, despite not wanting to answer it, picked it up, “hey Marcel,” he said as smoothly as possible, “Fabian? why do you have her phone?” he asked curiously. you yelled at him to make up a lie, “uh, she’s in the bathroom and left her phone on the table so i figured i’d picked it up considering it was you,” he said in a panic. 

Marcel’s eyes scrunched in confusion, not fully believing what he was saying. your phone rang off again, indicating that the time was up and your test would be ready with the answer. you grabbed your phone and hung it up, not bothering with Marcel at the moment. 

“ready?” he asked as he watched you fumble with the box. you gulped not, tears threatening to spill even though you had no idea what the test read. you took it out of the box slowly and grasped onto the side where the result was, not ready to read it yet, “okay, on three,” you whispered. 

Fabian counted to three and you lifted your hand up. 

positive. 

you stared to Fabian, your heart racing a mile a minute and the urge to throw up crawling up your throat. you found the nearest trash bin and threw up for a solid minute before pulling back up and seeing Fabian’s surprised expression as he held the test. 

“does that mean I’ll be the godfather or something?” he asked, trying to make a light joke. you smacked him on the shoulder, “shut the fuck up! this is not the time to make a joke, you ass! i’m pregnant with your best friends child!” you screamed. 

Fabian wanted to laugh, he really did but a part of him knew that if he did laugh, you’d probably beat his ass for it. you looked down to the Clear Blue test and sighed, not knowing whether to celebrate the news or to throw up once again. 

“Marcel’s calling you again,” Fabian informed you, seeing your phone ping up for the second time. you grabbed your phone and answered it, “hey babe,” you whispered, your voice wavering, “hey, i called you twice and Fabian picked up your phone the first time. you okay?” he asked. 

you stayed silent for a second, not knowing whether to slowly break the news or just make up a complete lie. 

“i continued feeling sick and was inside the bathroom for a while. i had left my things with Fabian to make sure it didn’t get taken or anything,” you lied, Fabian’s eyes widening in surprise, “i’ll meet you in a few, okay?” Marcel hummed in response before clicking goodbye, slightly annoyed at yours and Marcel’s attitude. 

you stared at Fabian, your heart racing as you heard footsteps coming down the stairs. your eyes widened in panic as you tried to hide the test when it revealed that it was actually Walter who managed to find you and Fabian down here. 

“hey Walter,” you greeted in panic. he looked between you and Fabian, confused and slightly accusatory, “what are the two of you doing down here....alone?” he asked, seeing the way the two of you were acting. 

you looked up to him finally and sighed. Fabian could tell you were on the verge of bursting into tears as you fumbled to actually say something, “she’s pregnant with Marcel’s baby,” he screamed in a confession. Walter looked at you in surprise as you shakily handed him the test, “what the fuck,” he whispered to himself. 

“fuck, i don’t even know how i’m going to tell Marcel about this,” you exclaimed to his two friends, “we’ve never spoken about children and we are in no way even ready for it. he’s in the midst of his prime wrestling career and i’m chasing the fucking women’s title,” you continued, “but there’s a part of me that’s excited and wants to keep it.” 

Walter and Fabian stared at each other as they remained quiet. this was one of the times that Walter wished his wife would’ve accompanied him on his trip over here. you still hadn’t gotten off the floor as Walter read the positive test on the ground. 

“listen, you should get home and take a break from all this. you stressing out isn’t probably healthy for the baby,” Walter finally said. you nodded, figuring that he was right, “i’m going home, i guess. if Marcel asks for me, tell him i wasn’t feeling good at all and had a migraine or something,” you got up from the floor and looked up at the two boys before leaving. 

you had purposely took a way out of the performance arena that you knew wouldn’t cross over into Marcel’s view. you drove home, taking the back way there as you tried to clear up your thoughts. the tears that had stained your face remained as you got into the parking lot. 

as you walked inside of you shared apartment and sat down on the couch, you couldn’t help but relive the memories you had with Marcel in your head. the two of you were pretty free spirited. you enjoyed going out with Fabian every once in a while and traveled when you were able too. 

there were times where the two of you had a designated drinking nights and got plastered beyond belief to release some stress or tension that was going on. 

all of those things would have to come to a halt as your baby was on its way. a part of you knew that Marcel wasn’t the kind of guy to just drop you and the baby but you also had no idea how he would react. he didn’t seem like the kind of guy to settle down into a family but the thought of a baby Marcel running around warmed your heart. 

with all your thoughts running wild, you hadn’t realized how much time had passed until you heard the front door jingling. the thought of having to tell Marcel the news made you sick to your stomach out of nervousness as felt bile crawling up your throat again. 

you instantly ran to the bathroom and threw up whatever else was left in your stomach. at this rate, you were throwing up water as you hadn’t ate anything since the morning and you managed to throw that up when you read the test earlier in the day. 

you heard Marcel walk into the apartment as he set his things down on the floor and came to find you. you had thought that you locked the door when you ran inside but that didn’t seem to be true when Marcel walked in, a look of worry and panic instantly crossing his face as he saw how you looked. 

“hey, hey! what’s wrong?” he asked, holding your hair back. you shook your head as you tried to stand up and push him off of you, “nothing, i’m fine,” you managed to say as you went to the sink to brush your teeth and clean your mouth. 

Marcel stood against the doorway, seeing the color of your skin drained. he had never saw you this way in the years that you were together with him and as you finally looked back up again, he could see that you didn’t look healthy in the slightest. 

“your complexion is scaring, please sit down,” he stated, helping you to the couch to sit you down. you slumped into the couch, feeling a migraine coming on, “you need to go to the hospital. you’ve been sick for nearly a month and you haven’t been getting any better!” he exclaimed. 

you sighed knowing that if you even tried to hesitate, Marcel wouldn’t let it go and probably physically drag you there himself. you looked up to Marcel and asked him to grab your backpack from one of the kitchen chairs. he looked at you in confusion but nevertheless grabbed it for you. 

“what i’m about to tell you might be news you aren’t prepared for so you might want to sit down for this one,” you stated as you had trouble looking at him. he remained confused but didn’t listen to what you said and remained standing, “Marcel, please,” you repeated, “no, i’m fine standing.” 

you sighed as you took a deep breath in and rummaged through your bag until you felt the pregnancy test in your hand, “don’t freak out on me, i’m begging you. i’ve been through enough today and if you are planning to do anything irrational when you find out, just leave,” you said as you took the test out and handed it to him. 

Marcel’s eyes widened, reading the test before looking at you. he remained silent for what felt like an eternity. a million thoughts ran through his head until he finally realized that he hadn’t said anything at all. you remained looking at him, trying to read his expression. 

“you’re pregnant?” he asked. you nodded slowly as he stared at the test again, “you’re not kidding? when did you find out?” he asked again, “of course not but today. that’s what i was doing with Fabian. he found me puking my guts out earlier and offered to take me to the store to buy a test and i was too scared to take the test alone so i made him sit with me to find out the results. Walter knows too.” 

Marcel looked at you, “why did you hide it from me? i feel like i should’ve been there,” he murmured. you sighed in slight annoyance, “i know but we’ve never talked about kids and i was scared. i’m pregnant. pregnant as fuck and i want to keep it,” you stated, emphasizing the ending. 

Marcel walked up to you and gave you a hug as you immediately cuddled up to him and let the tears go free, “i’m just surprised, baby. we weren’t planning on having one but i’m not mad or scared. that just means we’re going to be parents earlier than anticipated. nothing wrong with that,” he finally said. 

you smiled at him, happy that he was on the same boat with you, “so you’re happy?” you asked. Marcel laughed, “of course i am. you’re making me a dad! we’re going to be parents!” he exclaimed, “we just need to find a home and start building that nursery as soon as possible.” 

you brought him down for a kiss and remained that way for while before finally pulling away, “i’m sorry happy that you’re happy about this,” you confessed. Marcel brought you in for another hug as you put your head on his chest, “if we have a son, you wouldn’t mind naming him Axel, would you?” he asked with a serious tone. 

your heart fluttered as you realized he wanted to name your possible son after his father, “of course i wouldn’t mind. it’s a beautiful name,” you whispered back. he nodded in agreement as the two of you remained hugging in the middle of your living room. 

you knew you’d tell everything to Fabian and Walter later on but for the moment, you just wanted to remain in Marcel’s embrace. 

#wwe imagine #wwe x reader #WWE #marcel barthel #marcel barthel imagine #marcel barthel x reader #marcel barthel x you #Wrestling #wrestling imagine #imperium #fabian aichner #walter #Walter Hahn

[kindness-bliss]

New Beginnings Ch. 10

Timothy Thatcher x OC

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: none

 Maya sighed as she sat in the and leaned her head back against the headrest “Why did you lean in to kiss me ?” she finally asked  

 “I just felt the moment was right, you held my hand on your own and I thought maybe it was a good idea. I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable, I just did what I felt was right in the moment” he explained “I apologize, I really do. I would never wanna make you feel like it was forced”

  “Don’t do it again” she said softly “Now hurry up so you can drive me home and we can both change, you got your outfit ?”

  “Yeah, just um a black long sleeve button up and black pants, that okay ?” Marcel asked

“Perfect” she grins as they got out “Also feel free to loosen up tonight, I can handle my drinking”

He raised a brow as he pulled in and followed “Do I need to remind you about what happened in Berlin ?”

  Maya widened her eyes as she blushed and shot him a look “You said you’d never bring it up, so don’t start now”

  “Sorry but you causing world war 3 at a club at 2 in the morning that led to us running through the back door isn’t exactly a small thing” he laughed as he brought his bag in “I’m not even drunk ! I’m fine, let’s go dance !” he mocked in her voice “and then suddenly a fight about who knows what and bam we’re in a taxi. How you weren’t some kind of fighter in your life still shocks me”

  “I felt like it” she shrugged “she insinuated my Cartier bracelets were fake so I let her have it, period. Oh yeah and she hit on you right in front of me, she deserved it”

He laughed, shaking his head “how about none of that tonight ? Just fun, enjoy yourself with your friends and celebrate your cover”

“I invited Fabian” she blurted out, taking out her curling iron to touch up her hair “he said he’s coming, I gave security his name”

  Marcel nodded as she took off his t shirt and ironed his shirt “That’s cool, glad he can make it”

“If you two don’t say sorry and make up tonight I swear” she groaned. Yeah they had been friends for a little over half a year but that didn’t mean him and Fabian were back together. Those two were like a married couple and seeing him without Fabian made her sad, he wasn’t the same without him and it killed her inside

  “I can’t promise anything but if he’s there obviously he knows I’m going to be as well so who knows” Marcel admitted as he fixed his hair

  “Lay off the gel, you look you belong back in Germany in some grade school with this haircut” she laughed fixing her eye shadow “Plus it’s gonna be hot in there”

    “Then I’ll take my shirt off,” he smirked. “I think some girls there would  really like to see that, don't you think ?”

  Maya rolled her eyes, going into her closet and picking out a body con sequin dress, something to make her stand out from the others. She wanted to be absolutely sure she looked better than anyone else there, especially after what Tim had told her. Tim. As if that Dickies wearing, missing tooth asshole knew anything about fashion she shook her head. “No one cares Maya, he doesn’t matter at all” she repeated in her head turning and widening her eyes as she saw Marcel changing

   “Wow...wow” she muttered quietly as she hid behind her closet door and peaked, taking a look at his perfectly tan body and abs, watching him check himself out in the mirror while buttoning up his shirt. He had to me the most vain individual she had ever met yet there she was hiding so she could admire him from afar. Her, the actual model, hiding in a damn closet to stare at him of all people. She quickly snapped out of her own thoughts and changed, putting on her heels as she walked out

  “Alright all-” Marcel stopped speaking, practically stopping his breathing when he saw her

“Hey” Maya grinned softly as she saw his face

“Maya….I….” he took a moment to think clearly about what he wished to say, not wanting to make himself seem even dumber than he already did 

“I-wow” he chuckled out finally as he put his hands in his pockets 

“You...you look beautiful, stunning”

  “Marcel, you’ve seen me in dresses but thank you” she giggled 

 “You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve seen, ever” he said sincerely “you look beautiful every single day but tonight is just wow”

She looked at him, trying her best to keep her look calm and friendly but part of her wanted to jump him right then and there. “Come on, let’s get going it’s late” she grinned as she went back out with him to the car and allowed him to take a picture of them to post ******

  “So now explain” Johnny said as he sat with Tim in the living room of his home “why exactly did you um...snap ?”

  “I did not snap” Tim responded calmly as he pet their dog Pawdme 

“I...words didn’t come out as well as I hoped okay, that’s all”

  “Um...you went to college right ? like graduated, correct ?” he asked

Tim nodded as he gave a confused look “uh yeah, I uh have a degree in Journalism, worked at a newspaper company for years. Actually” he chuckled “when we met in evolve I was stil- wait what does this have to do with anything ?”

    “So you’re telling me you’re college educated with a degree in JOURNALISM of all things, like as in good with words and writing yet you don't know how to speak to a woman !” Johnny exclaimed “You legit use big ass words and write pages yet when a girl clearly is giving the whole “take me in the back seat of your car now” eyes you insult and demean ?” “Johnny, enough” Candice spoke up “He gets the point, clearly he’s upset and mad”

“Thanks” Tim nodded, “and to answer all your questions, yes, I get it. I acted like a moron and well here I am trying to think of ways to apologize once again and convince her I want her with me”   

“Well we can all talk about this tomorrow, we got somewhere to go” Johnny stood up dressed in a button up and black jeans along with Candice in a black dress

  “A funeral ?” Tim asked confused as he looked at both of them “sorry for your loss, whomever it may be”

 Candice let out a soft sigh as he looked at Johnny and nodded towards Tim with her head “tell him…”

“Okay, first it’s “Johnny, shut up!” and now it’s “tell him” he mocked in her voice as he put his hands on his hips and looked up at Tim 

“We’re…..we’re going to Maya’s cover launch party, she invited us a month ago and well we RSVP’d and honestly I won’t lie, it looks like a lot of fun, man. She rented out the entire club. It's at EVE and I mean we don’t get to do shit like this, it’s the best club in the city and we’re on the list and I feel special alright ?”

  “Wait wait, what ?” Tim asked bewildered “You two are going ? Like actually going ? This isn’t some sick joke right because if it is I got pranked” he put his hands up “the act can stop now, I get it”

Johnny and Candice looked at each other as they both turned and gave him a sorry look as Candice’s phone buzzed “sorry Tim...we gotta go now, Oney’s waiting with Joanne”

 Tim scoffed as he nodded and opened the door, catching Oney about to knock  “I know, don’t even try to explain” he said as he shut him up before he could even speak

  “Well damn” Oney shot him a look “Guess that means, you don’t wanna be my plus one….”

“What ?” the other 3 asked in unison as they looked at him

“Joanne can’t make it, she has work so that leaves me with a plus one” he showed the message “Maya never said I couldn’t bring Tim” he gave a shrug

“Wait…. He can’t go like that” Candice emphasized “babe quick, go look for a bigger shirt and Oney, switch pants with Tim and Johnny will give you another pair…..NOW !” she raised her voice at the 3 of them as she watched them scurry and go to her bedroom

    “Wow, who knew you could clean up so nicely” Johnny smirked “let me do your hair now, you can’t go out looking nicely dressed with messy hair, oh and cologne, you gotta smell good in case ”

“You’re not serious ?” Tim asked

“You want her to see you looking good right ? So listen to me, if you look good and smell good she’ll like fall in love with you, she won’t even remember you insinuated her work was cheap, or that bikini models are whores or that-” Johnny gulped when he saw him glare at him “here just..just add a little gel and um see you downstairs, hurry up”

  Oney chuckled as he watched him get ready “If this doesn’t work, then I don’t know. Not gonna lie you look….nice. You really do, this is probably what she wanted to see”  

 “Whatever” Tim shrugged as he finished buttoning up the shirt “I just wanna talk to her that’s all, talk to her and get this settled and we’ll go from there” he nodded as he followed him back to Candice and Johnny’s Uber and sat down 

  “Wow” Candice grinned “look at you, I mean it. You clean up so nicely Tim, you really do”

“Thank you” Tim said softly as he gave her a small grin. “How the hell did I get myself into this ?” he thought to himself. None of this was him, he could feel the sweat start to build up in his arm pits as he moved around in his seat lifting his head up when Oney offered him a mini bottle of Patron

“A roadie, to loosen up before we get there. You could use it, need a chaser ?” he offered some seltzer water widening his eyes as he watched him chug it down in one gulp

  “Give me another, now” Tim nodded as he reached out his hand, taking the second bottle and downing it “there, much much better”. No not really all that better but at least it calmed his nerves slightly as he watched them pull up to the club. He looked through the crowd to see who he recognized, some were definitely other models but lots were from work. She really had invited everyone but him, not like he expected it anyways.

    “Remember, leave no later than 3” Candice said as they got out and reapplied her lipgloss “Jesus, she’s popular look at all these people”

  “You don’t say” Johnny looked around “And she invited US, that means she really does like us and thinks of us as friends. She’s SO nice”

“She is. She really is something” Tim whispered to himself as he stood with them ************

“I love seeing you two so happy and together !” Maya smiled a little tipsy already as she put her arms around Fabian and Marcel’s shoulders 

“The two besties are back together ! You can go back to taking your little sexy shirtless gym pictures now !”  

 Fabian chuckled “well thank you I think ? Thanks for inviting me again”

“Yeah yeah of course, anything to get you two back together” she sipped her martini, feeling slightly buzzed as she sat next to Marcel and put her hand on his thigh “oh my god, you look so cute tonight I can’t believe I didn’t tell you already” she pouted

  Marcel chuckled as he placed her hand back on her lap gently “Thank you, you’re telling me now and to me that’s all that matters”

“Maya maybe, maybe we can stop the martini’s for a bit” Fabian suggested as he motioned for the waitress to come over and order them waters with lemon

  “What a complete party pooper, I thought Italians were supposed to be fun. This is NOT how Jersey Shore made it seem” she rolled her eyes, pulling out her compact to look herself over as she watched Fabian just laugh at her

 “Hey... still very very pretty,” Marcel grinned as he closed it for her. “There’s no need to keep looking at yourself when you look perfect, now have some water so you can sober up a bit and enjoy your night. Everyone’s here for you”

  Maya stood up and fixed her dress when she saw Candice walk towards her “hey, oh my gosh you look beautiful !” She gave her a hug and smiled, tilting her head when she saw Johnny take a selfie with her custom cake “why...why is he ?”

  “Listen he’s telling everyone we know he’s at a celebrity party and how you’re his friend, he’s truly living it up” she admits with a chuckle

  “I just...I like how you guys came, you two are so kind and nice and to be honest I kinda like you guys here more than the others my agent made me invite” she smiled softly “Can I offer you a drink ?”

  “Oh yeah sure, I’d love one of those fruity ones you’re having” Candice grinned as she walked over to the bar with her “Listen before we enjoy the night, I have to tell you that Oney’s girlfriend couldn’t make it so...so he brought Tim”

    “What ?” she spat out her water “He’s here ? As in right now ? Candice what the hell ? After what happened earlier ?”

Candice sighed as she took her drink in one sitting and got up “Long story short he feels horrible and wants to talk to you, really talk to you. 100% serious this time, no insults nothing so when you’re ready you let me know and I”m getting you two together to talk even if it’s the last fucking thing I do” she nods

  “I just wanna enjoy my night and maybe when I’m a little more drunk so I can let his ass know everything I’ve been feeling” Maya nodded as she cheered her and took what she believed was her 15th shot of the night 

    “So are those real ?” Candice asked as she pointed to her revealing dress “because they look real but they also look way too perfect to be real”

Maya laughed as she touched her shoulder with her arm “They are, but did you drink before getting here ?”

  “May have had a couple roadies” she admits as they continued to drink together, getting rowdier once everyone else came to join

  “Let’s give it up for Maya !” Johnny yelled as he raised his champagne glass “MY friend is a model and she’s on an ACTUAL magazine and on a billboard !”

  “To me ! For being really fucking pretty and having an amazing body !” Maya exclaimed drunkenly as she leaned on Marcel

    “And with REAL boobs !” Candice added as they all cheered together and moved to the dance floor as the DJ played a playlist of mid 2000’s songs

Everything was great, perfect actually until Oney spotted Tim talking to a girl, a little too close for comfort in his eyes as he left and sat down keeping a close eye on him

  “So what brings you here, do you know Maya ?” the girl asked Tim as she grinned and sat too close to him at the bar

  “In a way yeah, you ?” he nodded trying his best to keep up straight as the alcohol from the car ride and the beers he had consumed were beginning to hit him

  “well she won this cover over me. Some thing about brunettes over blondes, Kara by the way” she reached her hand out “and you are ?”

“Tim” he responded as he turned around and faced her, looking her up and down as he raised a brow at the less than favorable red number she had on “drink ?”

    “Vodka soda” she smirked as she ordered “oh is this your friend ?”

“What ?” Tim asked confused as he turned and saw Oney with crossed arms standing behind him

  “You’re drunk, come with me”

“He’s fine with me” Kara smiled sweetly “Don’t worry, your friend is perfect with me here”

“Tim….”

“I’m fine” Tim shrugged “You go and continue being stupid, I’m fine here with her”

Oney shook his head and sighed as he left him alone and went back as he sat down on a couch and watched

 Maya pulled Marcel close to her as she turned around against him, moving to the beat of the music as she felt him move with her, putting his hands on her hips both swaying to the old Ice Cube song that played loudly in the club. They had gone to multiple clubs in the past and danced to way too many songs but this time something was different and they both felt it  

  Marcel felt the jolts in his body as he touched her hips and felt her backside press right against his groin area. Gulping to get rid of what felt like a ball stuck in his throat he made sure to keep his hands there as they moved

  “You good ?” she asked not realizing what was even going on with him as she looked up

“All good, we can keep going” he nodded

He was positive his once black shirt was now soaking and see through with sweat as he tried his best to make sure he didn’t get hard as he squeezed her sides every so slightly. As he heard the song end and change to what he recalled was an old Lil Jon song, he groaned feeling her move quicker.  Part of him felt like it was best to just leave to the car and handle what he needed to do but the other part said he needed to be composed for her. All that went out the window the second he looked down and saw her dress slowly ride up as she moved lower and lower

  “I...I gotta go to the bathroom” he blurted out as he turned her around and saw her eyes, he knew better than anyone what that look meant

  “We….we should go to the bathroom” she whispered as she laced his fingers with hers and leaned in to kiss the corner of his mouth gently

   Marcel shuddered as he looked around and noticed everyone too busy to even notice them gone, he quickly took her hand and rushed to the nearest bathroom with her as he pushed her against the wall and crashed his lips onto hers, moving his hands up and down her hips as he moved down to kiss her neck feeling one of her hands on the back of his neck and the other immediately trying to undo his belt

  “Not...not here” he whispered as he stopped her hands and held them in his as he kissed each of them “This...this is cheap, I don’t want it like this with you. You deserve more”

“My place” she kissed his lips again not wanting them away from hers any longer “You and me, my place. I want you, I need you Marcel” Marcel looked in her eyes trying to see any doubt , going with his gut as he nodded and walked with her, hitting a stall with his shoulder

“Busy” a female voice groaned “um really busy”

  “Sorry” Marcel apologized quickly, cursing as Maya tripped against him causing him to fall against the unlocked door, widening his eyes at the view in front of him

  “What’s going-” Maya stopped speaking immediately as she felt her heart drop to her stomach as she saw Tim entangled with a girl doing way more than kissing. She felt her legs turn into jelly as she watched him kiss and move her against him, at her party of all places.

   Tim heard her voice and immediately opened his eyes as he pushed Kara off and fixed his pants and shirt “Maya ! No…..No listen I-I” he stuttered struggling to form a cohesive thought as he reached his hand towards her earning a hard punch across the nose and kick in the groin “Fuck that hurt !” he grimaced in pain not sure if he needed to grab his balls or nose

  “Marcel, why is she crying ? what’s going on ?” Johnny asked concerned he watched Candice going after her “Did someone hurt her ? Tell me and I’ll knock them out !”

  “That, that’s what’s going on” Marcel said coldly as they both looked at Tim and Kara exit the bathroom both disheveled with Tim’s more than obvious broken bleeding nose

“I told him to stop” Oney spoke up “He didn’t listen, brushed me off. The second he saw me talk to Johnny is when he left”

  “It wasn’t your job to babysit” Johnny answered disappointed as he stared “Grown men can take care of themselves, or so we thought”

“You’re not getting a foot near her !” Oney exclaimed, fed up “How fucking dare you do this to her ? At her own fucking party ? Was this what you wanted all along ? To just come here and ruin her night ?”

Tim shook his head as he held his nose with his hand “I….I can’t….I can’t even talk, where is she ? I need to talk to her now” “You’re getting you and your little prost-.....friend the hell out of here NOW” Oney ordered

  Tim snarled as he felt her touch his hand “get the fuck away from me”, scaring her enough as he watched her walk away quickly and hurried out the door. He looked at the guys and pleaded with his eyes as he watched them walk away from him

Marcel clenched his fists in anger as he calmed himself down for a second before walking quickly to the parking lot of the club searching around space by space as he found Candice consoling Maya on the pavement and rushed over

  “Maya, Maya come on let’s get you home” he said softly as he kneeled in front of her and dabbed her face full of mascara tears with his sleeve. His own heart breaking as he saw how devastated she looked. Nothing mattered more to him than making sure he got her home and safe

  “Listen to Marcel, he’s gonna take you home sweetie” Candice whispered as she helped her stand up as Johnny, Fabian and Oney joined them with sorry looks on their faces “It’s brisk” Fabian said softly as he took off his suit jacket and put it over Maya’s shoulders to cover her up  “I’m gonna, I’m gonna take her home now, is that okay Maya ?” Marcel asked as he pet her head gently 

Maya simply gave a small nod as her eyes stayed glued to the floor, her whole night and heart done for.

#timothy thatcher #timothy thatcher fic #timothy thatcher x oc #timothy thatcher imagine #marcel barthel #marcel barthel fic #marcel barthel imagine #fabian aichner #candice lerae #johnny gargano #oney lorcan #NXT

[dempseyregal]

Unexpected Surprise Part 2

A/N: Part 2 is here!! Enjoy my ramblings

Surely enough, we moved back to Orlando. Joe and Mark moved their flat to one just down the street that if I needed them, they would come running. It was awkward, I couldn’t move around the flat without Fabian running to see what was happening. “You need something? I put the milk you pump for Marko in the fridge and I had your lunch ordered 5 minutes ago, its on its way.” I thanked him and went to the lounge to sit down and check up on Marko, who was almost 9 months old. He was crawling along on his play mat, a few teeth visible now when he smiled.

Fabian came in a few moments later, package in his hands. He put it on the table and disappeared to grab plates, dishing up for us while I grabbed Marko and made him comfortable on the couch. We ate in silence apart for Marko occasionally giggling when Fabian fed him a French fry, some odd warm feeling starting to creep in. I was hoping that one day we could be a family, but I was scared.

“You need to eat Y/N. You haven’t touched your food.” He spoke while cleaning the front of Marko’s shirt up. “I was wandering, I got a call from Shawn Michaels, asking if I was willing to come back, that if I could get a nanny to watch Marko while we worked. You wrestle on the main roster now so he can’t travel as much with you.” Fabian smiled and nodded. “We’ll check in with Walter’s sister. She came to live with him and she watches kids. We could ask her if you wanted.” “Yeah, that would work.”

As weeks moved on, I went back to training while Walter’s sister watched Marko, sending updates regularly when he was asleep or when he needed something. I was on my way home when I got a call from Fabian. “You almost home?” “Yeah, why?” “Marko started walking so you need to see this.” After Fabian dropped the call he sent a video of Marko pulling himself up against the couch and balancing down the side as he wobbled. Marcel was on the other side of the couch and Walter was nearby cheering him on.

I got to the house soon after, Joe and Mark also appearing out of thin air. “Fabian said the lad started walkin’! Oh I can’t believe the bugger grew up so quickly.” I led them into the house, everyone soon gathered in the lounge to see Marko repeating his trick once again. I felt Fabian throw his arm around my shoulder and pulling me into a hug while everyone was focused on Marko. “Thank you for staying here. I missed you.” “I missed you too, Fabian.” 

“Hey guys, look the little one is doing it without holding on!” Marcel shouted as Marko temporarily let go of the couch and made a few steps before coming to land on his butt, all laughing and giggling at his uncles who were cheering him on. “This is our family now huh?” Mark came over when Fabian went to get everyone something to drink, while I changed Marko in the bathroom. “Yep, its our family now.” I said as I dressed Marko. “You still love Fabian?” I looked at my brother but didn’t answer. “Yeah. I guess I do still love him.” I replied and we walked to the lounge where everyone were cheering and laughing about Marko’s waddle.

“He got pretty strong legs for his age.” Walter commented when we sat down. “Yeah, must be the Scottish blood coming through there. Got it from his uncles that.” Joe laughed as Fabian butted in. He’s my kid. He got those legs from me.” They went on back and forth about who was bigger and in the end Fabian won by disqualification because Marcel chose to interfere. “Yeah, but Joe’s got more injuries than Fabian.” “OK that’s enough. We should be getting back, Abigail would be arriving home soon and then we need to get ready for the little one’s birth tomorrow.” Mark and Joe left and Walter followed Marcel’s lead a little while after.

I hopped to get the place cleaned up while Marko was put to bed. Fabian caught me in the kitchen as I was packing away the last of the cups. “You need help with anything?” “Nope, all done.” “Listen, uhm… I heard what Mark said to you earlier, I just wanted to let you know that I still love you too.” Everything grew quiet, Fabian froze in the door. I started laughing hysterically at Fabian’s confused expression. “You’re too sweet, love. Now, let’s get to bed before that little monster of yours wakes up.” He wrapped his huge arms around my thin waist and hoisted me into the air and ran off to the bedroom.

As he put me down onto the bed, he started kissing my face all over, going to my jawline and my neck. Before anything could happen, Marko started crying. “Seriously, Marko?” Fabian mumbled something under his breath before getting up to get Marko. He came back a few moments later with Marko in his arms, rubbing his eyes before snuggling into Fabian’s chest.

We curled in under the covers, Marko’s little body wedged in between us, already asleep. I fell asleep as Fabian started rubbing circles on the back of my hand, placing soft kisses to the tips of my fingers. “I love you Y/N.” “love you too Fabian.”

#fabian aichner #fabian aichner x reader #fabian aichner imagine #giovanni vinci

[jordanswwe]

the journey to giovanni vinci

summary: y/n was the best of friends with everyone in imperium and they did everything together. y/n was personally closest to the muscular italian member of the group. once imperium lost their tag titles at stand and deliver the team goes their separate ways with their wwe careers. y/n and fabian hadn’t talked in months until one day.

this story takes place from stand and deliver to the time when giovanni vinci debuts

April 2 (backstage at stand and deliver):

y/n was walking backstage trying to look for her friends marcel and fabian. they were set to defend their tag titles at the biggest event for nxt. stand and deliver was today and y/n was on her to make sure they were okay and ready. y/n especially wanted to make sure that fabian was okay.

something always intrigued her about the muscular member of imperium. y/n and fabian were bestfriends. so they pretty much told each other everything. as she was walking backstage further down in the arena. y/n spotted fabian in the back alone doing his pre-warmup workout. “god he’s so hot” she thought as she saw the muscular male doing push-ups. y/n tried leaving without him noticing but once she turned around she bumped into a box knocking them all over.

as soon as the sound echos fabian turns her way. as soon as he sees that it’s her he can’t help but chuckle a little walking her way to help her pick the boxes up. “what are you laughing at” y/n asks jokingly nudging him in the side gently. “oh it’s nothing” he says with a smile as he stands back up.

“well thank you for helping me pick up the boxes” she said. as she turned around and started walking away from fabian she heard fabian say her name. “y/n, what were you even doing behind those boxes” he says smiling. y/n smiles at him and then continues to walk away.

before they all knew it, it was time for marcel and fabian to defend their tag titles. y/n and walter watched the match from backstage in imperium’s private locker room. walter was in disbelief at what he was watching. he saw his teammates loose the titles.

as soon as the next match began marcel and fabian both came in the locker room arguing and bickering at each other. “it’s all your fault” marcel said. “my fault, you’re the one who got pinned” fabian said back.

as they were exchanging comments towards each other, marcel threw a punch to fabian. before we knew it me and walter had to do our best to separate them. walter had no trouble pulling marcel back. however y/n was struggling a bit to hold fabian back. “hey” y/n yelled. “you boys need to grow up and get on the same page, you guys are the greatest team here and you’ll get the titles back soon” y/n said which seemed to “cheer” them up.

y/n, fabian, marcel, and walter all left the arena to go to the hotel the nxt stars were staying at.

April 5 (backstage at nxt):

as y/n arrived to the arena with imperium, they went straight to the board to see if any of them had matches tonight. the board read out “creed brothers vs imperium” marcel scoffed at the idea.

“what’s the issue” fabian shot back. “guys calm down” walter spat out. “you guys need to get your shit together” y/n said. time seemed to go by really fast because before you knew it, it was time for their match.

“okay guys good luck and remember to get along and win” y/n said laughing before hugging both members. when y/n went to hug fabian it lasted a little longer than usual. “see you later tesoro” he said with a frowned face.

y/n was confused but she didn’t get too worried. as y/n and walter were watching the match from backstage. they saw as fabian just left marcel hanging. both of them were in complete shock.

after the match had ended marcel stormed into the locker room in rage. marcel was complaining to walter in german, but walter had told him not to worry.

after the show had ended producers called imperium and y/n into the creative room. “so marcel and walter, we are going to bring you guys up to smackdown” they said. you couldn’t help but be happy for them, but at the same time you were sad to loose your friends.

after you left the arena you went to fabian’s apartment to get answers from him. after pounding at his door for what felt like an eternity he finally opened up. “what do you want” fabian asked her. “why did you-“ she said before she was cut off by fabian.

“you’re going to ask me why i left them high and dry aren’t you” he said annoyed. “i’m not trying to be in a group anymore, i put all of my effort into that group and i hardly got recognized” he said getting more annoyed.

“that doesn’t mean you can turn on your friends, that you can turn on me” you said trying to hold your tears together. “you’re literally backing marcel up after loosing the tag titles, you’re just giving me another reason to cut you off like i did them” he said. you could tell he was just upset and he said it in the heat of the moment.

“fabian” you said as you grabbed the side of his face. “please don’t be like this, i love you and i don’t want to see you like this” you said now full on letting everything flow. “then leave” he said. “you know what fuck you” y/n said before slapping him. “i loved you, but this side of you is something else” y/n said walking away crying. that was the last time she saw fabian.

*fast forward for what felt like 1000 years*

May 24 (backstage at nxt):

for the past couple of weeks you have dominated the nxt women’s division by yourself. although you missed your imperium friends you couldn’t help but think about the fun time they’re having on smackdown.

but with fabian. you couldn’t help but frown everytime you thought of him. the last thing he said to you was “just leave” y/n began to trail off in her thoughts when she heard someone call her name.

roxanne, indi, and cora all walked in the locker room to watch the show from backstage. at one point nxt did a promo over a new star. giovanni vinci. you couldn’t contain your tears at the thought of fabian. their styles were so much alike.

indi leans into y/n and says “this reminds you of him doesn’t it” you just nod your head in reply. “why hasn’t he talked to me in months” you said trying to contain anymore tears from falling down. “maybe he just needs to be alone” cora said. “he’ll come around” roxanne said trying to comfort you.

*2 weeks later*

June 7 (backstage at nxt):

as the giovanni vinci promo was shooting you still couldn’t help but think of fabian. that was until the promo revealed that it had been fabian all along.

“giovanni vinci coming next week” the screen said. y/n was excited but nervous to see one of her former friends. it has been around 2 months from when they last talked.

it was no secret that y/n had a thing for fabian. she always wished she would’ve told him when she had the chance, but she never had the confidence to.

y/n had made it her mission to get answers from fabian next week on why he betrayed her and imperium, but most importantly why he never attempted to reach out to y/n.

June 14 (backstage at nxt):

as y/n walked into the arena the first thing she saw was her former friend, her former team member, someone she had cared about more than anyone else. fabian was with the producers talking as he saw you from the corner of his eye.

“i’ll be right back with you guys” he said while making his way towards you. y/n tried to out walk fabian but he had his advantage with his long legs.

“y/n hold up” he said. “wait y/n, what’s going on” he continued to say. you stopped and turned around “what’s going on” she replied questioning what he just said.

“me and you were bestfriends, you were bestfriends with marcel and walter to then and you betrayed all of us, you betrayed me” she said trying not to cry. “tesoro… it’s not like that” he said as you started walking away.

June 14 (apartment):

after the show was over you started to head back to your apartment. as you got in your apartment, you took a shower, made yourself a snack, and put a movie on for you to enjoy.

as soon as your beginning to fall asleep on the couch you hear a faint noise knocking at the door. at first you thought you were just hearing things until the knocks got louder.

when you opened the door you saw fabian. “tesoro can we please talk” he pleaded. “talk about what fabian, they way you betrayed your friends or the way you broke my heart” she shot at him. “you have every right to be mad y/n but i just wanted you to know that i love you too, i wish i would’ve told you that when you came to my apartment that one night” he said as y/n just stood there in shock from what he just said.

“can i come in” he adds as he walks through the door before closing it. “why didn’t you tell me you loved me back the night i told you i loved you, why wait till now” she asked sarcastically.

“you have every right to be mad my love, but when you came to my apartment that night i was already consumed with emotions from everything that had happened that i took it out on the wrong person, i took it out on you and that was the worst thing i’ve ever done to someone, i am so sorry my love” fabian said.

“fabian i have loved you since the very first time i saw you and-“ he was cut off with fabian pressing his lips to her. before they knew it shirts when flying. as fabian was kissing y/n, he lifted her legs around his waist and placed her down on the bed.

before things could escalate anymore fabian put a condom on. “i don’t want any surprises” he says joking. you found that funny to so you began to laugh.

as fabian placed his nice, hard, long cock in you. you couldn’t help but let out a soft moan. as fabian started going down on you, you both started to let out heavy moans.

everytime he went down on you, he hit your g spot in the right place everytime. “i’m so close” y/n says panting. “not yet” fabian says kissing her neck.

as they continued to kiss each other passionately they both exploded. as they both continued to pant fabian said “i love you tesoro” kissing her forehead. “i love you more” she said resting her head on his chin.

from that day moving on y/n and fabian publicly made their relationship official and started dating. they would often do mixed tag teams together and escort the other to the ring. y/n and fabian couldn’t be anymore happier with their relationship.

the end

sorry i’m not really good at these ahah, but there are hardly any fabian fan fictions so i’m adding another one to the app. thank you to everyone who read.

#fabian aichner imagine #fabian aichner fanfiction #wwe imagine #nxt imagine #wwe fanfiction #nxt fanfiction #fabian aichner x reader

[dreamlikemusings]

I LOVE TAG TEAM WRESTLING

#wwe #nxt #danny burch #oney lorcan #fabian aichner #marcel barthel #candis watches wrestling #can you imagine them mixing it up with the revival too?? #i'd die

[sweetdreamhellofanight]

Caught in the Middle

Marcel Barthel, Fabian Aichner x Reader Warnings: None Word Count: 1,271 Summary: The three of you had tried something new last night, and it was no secret that it was good. [Requested]

It felt right. 

That’s what made you pause. 

In front of you, Marcel slept with his body pressed against yours, hair tousled from sleep. 

And behind you, Fabian’s arms held you tight, his face buried in the crook of your neck. 

You were stuck in place, the first awake, but you didn’t move, afraid you’d wake them up. 

You felt guilty for how good this felt, how good your entire body still felt after last night. 

Beside you, now, you felt Fabian begin to stir. 

Slowly, he sat up and stretched. You stayed in place, listening to him shuffle around the room, before the bathroom door shut quietly. 

Now, you untangled yourself from Marcel’s hands and got up. Picking up your clothes and dressing quickly, you left the room, walking into the living room flooded with morning light. 

Your head was still spinning, unsure what you wanted to do. 

You could leave, grab your things and go home and call Marcel later. 

You could stay, wait for them both to wake up and get ready and talk about it. 

But you weren’t sure you wanted to talk about it. 

You were still trying to figure out what it was. 

“Are you leaving?”

You jumped up at the sound of Fabian’s voice. 

“I…” you started, turning towards him. “Yeah. I think so.” 

He nodded. He played with the zipper of his hoodie nervously. 

“Do you need a ride?” he asked. 

You shook your head, 

“I’m okay.” 

He said nothing else, so you took your leave. 

But just as you walked towards the door, he spoke again.  

“I think you should stay,” he called out. 

You stopped, halfway to the door, 

“At least...until Marcel wakes up,” he added, looking at you. 

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” you said, quietly. 

“Why not?” he asked. 

The nerves grew and your chest tightened. 

“Last night…” you started. 

“You didn’t enjoy?” he asked. 

You shook your head quickly, 

“I did,” you said, surprising even yourself. “I really did,” you added. 

But as you thought about last night, and how it felt when Fabian had first kissed you, the way your entire body felt like it was on fire, the way you couldn’t let go of him. 

And the way Marcel had smiled at you when he pulled your head back towards him. 

It was the first time he’d held you, but even now you knew that you belonged in Fabian’s arms just as much as you did in Marcel’s. 

“Then stay,” he said, softer this time. 

“Fabian…” you trailed off. 

He walked towards you, but stopped a few paces away from you. 

“Last night was good. We were good,” he said. 

“But it was a one-time thing, wasn’t it?” you asked. 

He shook his head, 

“It doesn’t have to be,” he said. 

You sighed,

“It’s not fair to Marcel,” you said.

“He didn’t seem to mind it last night,” Fabian said, a small smirk on his lips. 

And it made your head spin. 

The running joke had always been that Fabian and Marcel shared everything, but last night had taken it to a whole new level. 

And you couldn’t even feel guilty about it. 

Something in the back of your mind told you that you should, that it wasn’t fair, that it wasn’t right, that it was a one time thing that ended right here and right now. 

“He’s very important to me,” you said. 

“Me too,” he replied. 

And that was it. That was the whole issue. 

You loved Marcel. 

The three of you had tried something new last night, and it was no secret that it was good. 

It was so fucking good, you thought. 

But there was Fabian, standing in front of you and he wasn’t asking you to make a choice between them. 

He wasn’t asking you to leave Marcel. 

He was asking you to consider something new, something different. Something better. 

“He loves you,” Fabian said. 

You nodded. 

“And I love him,” he said. 

And that was the heart of this matter. 

You both loved Marcel. 

And Marcel loved both of you, too. 

And it wasn’t exactly what you’d imagined when you’d started dating him, but it was something you’d grown used to. 

The space between them was a perfect fit for you, you’d found over the years. 

And it was like you were always meant to be there with them like this, wrapped up in both their embraces’.  

He took another step towards you, and without hesitation, you took one towards him. 

“If you don’t want this,” he said. You watched his hand twitch at his side, as though he wanted to reach out to you, but stopped himself. “Just say so. I’ll leave it alone.” 

But you took his hand in yours, the tips of your fingers brushing over the palm of his hand, and took a deep breath, 

“I don’t know how to do this.” 

You looked up at him and he smiled, 

“Then we figure it out. Together,” he said, bringing your hand up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your hand. “Please stay,” he whispered against your hand. 

You brought your other hand to his cheek and pulled him down for a kiss, soft against his lips. His hands found their place on your waist just as you pulled back, leaning your forehead against his. 

“I’ll stay,” you whispered, making him smile. 

“Good, because I can’t let you leave without breakfast,” Marcel said. You both turned to look at him, his hair messy, eyes still heavy with sleep, but smiling at the two of you. 

“You were gonna make me breakfast?” you asked, reaching out a hand for him. 

He scoffed, 

“No, I don’t cook,” he said, as though you should’ve already known that. “But Fabian does,” he finished. 

You looked back up at Fabian who winked at you, 

“Anything you want,” he said, kissing the top of your head. 

In front of you, Marcel pulled you close and kissed you, one hand on the back of his neck, the other hand still in Fabian’s. 

And it was as if this was normal for you three, as though you’d done it a million times over. 

“You were so good last night,” he whispered against your lips, “and we want you to stay. Please.” 

“I will,” you replied. “I love you,” you whispered to him. 

And with Fabian’s hand still in yours, you turned to him and said it to him, too, because you knew there was no better time than now. 

“I love you, too, Fabian,” you said. He kissed your forehead, untangling his hand from yours. 

“Sit, I’ll make us breakfast.” 

And you did sit down. 

On the counter, swinging your legs, while Fabian moved around you while Marcel left to wash up. It was quiet between you two, and you were sure that the hesitation, the awkward nerves of the first time, the first morning together, would fade eventually. 

But you found peace in this moment, watching him work, his back turned towards you, setting a mug of coffee down beside you while he tried not to let anything burn. 

And slowly, the day moved forward, and the three of you found your rhythm with one another. 

There would be a period of adjustment, you told yourself, but lounging on the couch, your head in Fabian’s lap, Marcel’s hand tracing circles absentmindedly on your legs, watching TV together, something told you that this was right. 

That everything about you three would lead you here, eventually. 

And though it was only the beginning, it already felt like home. 

#nxt fanfiction #marcel barthel #fabian aichner #fabian aichner x reader #marcel barthel x reader #my writing #heyooooooo it's been a while since these two have shown up in my writing thank you to the requester!

[bellalutionn]

I just thought of an idea for a headcanon!

Imagine Marcel and Fabian approaching the reader to join Imperium and the reader accepts?

sure thing!! i made this into a drabble!!

taglist: @brittsdmd @peachmango-kombucha @lghockey @girlmythlegend

MARCEL AND FABIAN ASKING YOU TO JOIN IMPERIUM…

marcel barthel and fabian aichner were very impatient people. and i mean very. for a long time, they’ve wanted another force added to one of the most famous stables in nxt, imperium. at first they had a few ideas but then marcel came up with the fantastic idea of adding you!

fabian and walter were so onboard with the idea of adding you to imperium. they thought you were such a force to be reckoned with and all they wanted was for you to say yes. over the next few days, marcel and fabian came up with their strategy of how they were gonna recruit you.

they decided to talk to you while you were training at the performance center. why they chose that time? you have no clue. honestly, they don’t either. they first started a conversation with you then started to talk about the work that imperium has been doing.

if you were being honest, you were very interested in what they had to say about imperium. you thought they were a pretty cool and interesting stable. “we were honestly thinking of adding one more person to imperium.” fabian said, “oh, really? that’d be pretty cool!” you smiled, “is there anyone you guys have in mind?”

“well..” marcel started, “walter, fabian, and i, have been thinking and coming up with ideas of who we want to add.” marcel said, “we were thinking of you. so, if you would like to, imperium would absolutely love to have you join us.” marcel said, making you smile.

“what?! really?!” you smiled, marcel and fabian smiling at you while nodding. “i would love to!” you exclaimed, making marcel and fabian let out a sigh of relief. they have no clue why they were so nervous but now that you said yes, they were very relieved.

you joining imperium was one of the most amazing choices you’ve ever made. it gave you such a push in your career and everyone in the group was such a help to you whether it was in wrestling or your personal life. imperium was forever important to you.

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[domesticblisss]

148 with Fabian aichner please

148 - “Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?”

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They met on their first day at the performance center. Being signed by WWE had been a lifelong dream for the trio and soon, her, Fabian and Marcel were inseparable. They did everything together, from riding from city to city to sharing an apartment.

But as much as she loved Marcel, what she felt for Fabian was much, much stronger, and, for the sake of their friendship, she kept her feelings hidden.

The boys always made fun of how easily she fell asleep when they watched movies or when she watched them play whatever new video game had just gotten released. Twenty minutes in and she would curl up like a cat on their couch and sleep. Marcel always laughed at the sight, but to Fabian, it was the sweetest thing he had ever seen.

Every time she fell asleep on their couch, she would wake up tightly tucked in on her bed. And whenever she asked who took her to bed, she was met with silence on Fabian’s side, and some silly joke from Marcel. More often than not, when she wasn’t in deep sleep, she would feel a pair of soft lips kissing her, always between her cheeks and the corner of her lips.

She had barely fallen asleep when Fabian took her in his arms, carrying her to her bed and gently tucked her in. As usual, he kissed her, and said goodnight.

Before he could leave, she spoke.

“Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?”

“I don’t want to ruin our relationship, principessa.”

“You won’t, now give me a real kiss.”

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[southwalessubculture]

Recovery - Part One

A part two to an ongoing series. Links to endings at the bottom.

"-so don't worry, they won't be back for hours. We've got all the time we need."

That was the first thing you heard as you opened the door to your hotel room, and you desperately hoped that your ears had deceived you. It was late, about midnight, and while you'd been trying to sneak in so your boyfriend wouldn't wake up, you have a feeling that it didn't matter anymore.

"Hmm...if you say so, baby." A very distinctively female voice came after, followed by the sounds of wet kissed and rustling clothes. You were aware that you were standing in the hallway, flabbergasted and on the verge of tears with the door still wide open, but you couldn't be assed to care.

You pushed the door open, ignoring the screams from the mystery woman and the protests of your partner as you walked in and grabbed your suitcase, stopping only to put your phone charger and other small belongings into the front pocket before turning to leave. You were stopped by a hand, hot and heavy, against your shoulder.

"Baby, please, it's not what it looks like-"

"Fuck you, Damian. Fuck you."

You didn't dare to look back at him, knowing that your resolve would crumple as soon as you looked at him. You'd been out all night with WWE's medical team, trying to fix the heap of human that was Johnny Gargano from his match with, oddly enough, your now former boyfriend. And now? You just wanted to curl up and cry.

You didn't know where you were going, the carpeted floor and elevator walls blending together into streaks of dull color, until you found yourself knocking on someone's door. It was late, three in the morning, but you just needed a place to sleep for a few hours. Just a few hours of something that was pretending to be peace.

You heard cursing, English and German thrown together, and then the door was opened to reveal Timothy Thatcher, with an upset-looking Fabian Aichner behind him. Their anger quickly faded into concern when they saw your red eyes, the way that your lip quivered as you looked at the ground, unable to meet their gazes.

"I'm sorry, I just-"

"Come on, in you go."

Fabian pushed past you to grab your bag as Tim wrapped an arm around you, leading you into their room. It was much more spacious than yours, probably because it accommodated three as opposed the one that your room was meant for. You blankly registered Marcel standing up from where he'd been on the couch, coming over to stand in front of you.

"What happened?"

That was all you needed to start crying, trying to cover your face as Tim pulled you into his side, trying to hold you steady while you were clearly falling apart. Marcel let his hand drag along the curve of your arm, and you felt Fabian's fingertips grazing your shoulder for just a second in a comforting gesture.

"You were right." You looked up at Tim, who'd tried to warn you before about the womanizing nature of Damian Priest, how he wouldn't settle down for anyone, even you. "The bastard cheated."

His gaze softened as he pulled you in again, holding you completely against his chest this time, although the muttered threats on Damian's life weren't lost on you. You heard Fabian in the background, seemingly digging through the minifridge in the corner.

"I just - I'm sorry to bother you, but I can't sleep in-"

"It's okay, you can stay here as long as you need. You're more than welcome here with us."

You smiled a bit, still stinging with the fresh wound to your heart, as Fabian stood up, triumphantly holding a container of Ben and Jerry's that he had managed to dig from the back of the freezer.

"First chance I get, I'm breaking his fucking arm in half. And then both his legs."

"Tim, that's enough for now."

Marcel's voice was cold; he was trying to be steady for you, trying to hold his own anger in check to protect your own emotional state. If he had his way, the three of them would take you to Tegan Nox and Shotzi Blackheart and let them comfort you while they went to teach Damian a lesson in respect, in loyalty and not fucking people over, but that wasn't anything that would benefit you at the moment.

"Yeah, we can talk homicide plans later. For now, I just want to forget tonight ever happened."

You took the ice cream from Fabian, thanking him gently as you let yourself collapse back onto the couch. It didn't feel right, but you felt safe here. You knew that no matter what anyone else did, they'd have your back, be your soft place to land. Even if Tim was already strategizing which of his endless submission moves would deal the most pain to the cheating bastard downstairs.

Make your choice!

Tim Thatcher

Fabian Aichner

Marcel Barthel

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