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sydsaint · 2 years

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Imperium hottie incoming!!!!!

Summary: The night before the readers debut on Smackdown she goes out for a drink where she meets a charming German pretty boy. Unaware that he's about to become much more than just a random one-night stand.

It's a crisp Thursday night in a new city. You are set to start your new job working for the WWE with your childhood friend, Pete, tomorrow night. So you're out celebrating tonight.

Sat on a barstool and nursing a drink, you survey the pick of single men at your disposal tonight. A couple of them look like they might be interesting to talk too for a bit. But none of them really pique your interest. That is until you spot a fine-looking man sitting at the end of the bar.

'Pretty boy.' Is the first thing to comes to mind when you see him. "Hmm." You hum to yourself and carefully make your way down the bar. "Evening." You initiate conversation with a friendly smile.

Your greeting catches your pretty boys attention and he glances your way. "Evening, love." He replies, accent laid on thick.

The strangers accent throws you for a bit of a loop. 'Very pretty boy.' You think to yourself. "That accent local?" You joke to break the ice further.

"Not exactly." The man chuckles lightly and turns to you. "I'm, Marcel. Can I get you another drink?" He introduces himself and takes notice of your nearly empty glass.

"I'm, Y/N. Pleasure to meet you, Marcel." You grin at him. "And yes, I'd love another drink. Thank you."

Marcel beckons the bartender over and gets another drink for himself as well as you. The two of you chat about the city and you learn that he's also in town for work. Though neither of you bother to ask what the other does for a living.

A few drinks and couple of hours later and you find yourself getting pulled into the back of an Uber by your handsome and charming new friend. The two of you head back to Marcel's hotel, which happens to be across the street from the one that you're staying at. But that coincidence is the furthest thing from your mind at the moment.

The next morning you wake with a yawn and rise to your feet. Marcel stirs in bed next to you, so you tiptoe to the bathroom to freshen up a bit before you leave.

"Morning, Y/N." Marcel trudges into the bathroom after you a few minutes later. "You sleep alright?" He jokes, knowing that neither of you bothered to get much sleep last night.

You giggle and brush through your hair with your fingers to rid it of a few tangles. "Oh, yeah! Lot's of sleep." You roll your eyes playfully.

"I don't suppose that I could interest you in a shower and some breakfast?" Marcel offers in an attempt to get you to stay a bit longer.

You frown, remembering that you promised to meet Pete for breakfast. "Damn, I'd love to Marcel. But I can't miss breakfast with my brother." You explain.

"That's too bad." Marcel sighs but understands your excuse. "I was really hoping to hold on to you for a little bit longer." He grins at you.

You share Marcel's desire not to part ways just yet and glance at the clock in the other room "You know what? I think that I might be able to squeeze in a shower." You inform him with a grin.

"Oh?" Marcel quirks a brow at you. "Well then, I think I'll have breakfast in the shower today then." He teases you suggestively.

Two hours later you scramble across the street to your hotel and pray that your brother isn't looking for you. You manage to make it to the floor that your room is on but find Pete in the hall about to knock on your door.

"Shit." You mumble to yourself and sigh. "Pete! I'm over here!" You call out to him.

Pete turns around with a confused look as you walk over to him. "Y/N? Why are you out here? And why've you got a wrinkled dress on?" He asks you, clearly puzzled by your current state.

"I went out last night for a couple of drinks." You explain quickly and unlock your room door. "And I guess that one could say that I met someone while I was out." You add.

Pete follows you into your room and shuts the door behind you. "So you slept with someone last night, then?" He asks you.

"Yeah." You nod and walk to the bathroom. "He was this super charming, pretty boy, at the bar." You explain further. "Super hot accent, German I think."

Pete shakes his head and sits down on your bed. "Are you showering?" He asks when he hears running water.

"Yeah." You call back from the other side of the semi-closed door. "Why?"

"Your hair is still wet." Pete replies. "Haven't you already showered at your pretty boy's place?" He asks you.

You laugh as you once again strip off your dress. "Let's just say that neither of us got very clean in that shower."

"Y/N!" Pete scrunches his nose.

"What?" You laugh again. "You asked."

You take a quick shower then head out to breakfast with Pete like you promised. He goes over a few pointers for your first night on Smackdown to make sure that you're ready.

Later that night Pete introduces you to your new teammates, Sheamus and Ridge. The four of you chat for a bit to get acquainted before it's show time. Everyone heads out to the ring so Ridge can have his match against some guy named Giovanni Vinci.

"Oh my god." Your mouth hangs open when you see Vinci and his pals from Imperium come down to the ring. "Pete! Pete!" You smack his arm.

"What?" Pete looks down at you with worry. "What's wrong?" He asks you.

Sheepishly you point to the other side of the ring as Imperium come down the ramp. "Remember my cute German guy from last night?" You ask. "That's him on the right." You point across the ring.

Pete follows your prompt over to where Marcel is now standing next to Gunter. He looks back at you and puts his palm to his forehead.

"Y/N!" He scolds you. "You slept with Marcel Barthel last night?" He questions you.

"It looks like it, yeah." You nod. "And he's staring at me right now." You add.

Pete glances across the ring and sure enough, Marcel is attempting to catch your attention. "Oh I'm going to beat his ass." Pete scowls and pushes up his sleeves.

"Pete!" You grab him by the arm and stop him. "Don't you dare!" You warn him. "I'll handle it."

Pete tries to protest but you shut him up and march over to the other side of the ring. Marcel waits for you leaning casually against one of the ring posts.

"Well then, back for more already?" He asks you with a chuckle.

You laugh with him but keep to the task at hand. "Oh but we're enemies now, Marcel." You remind him.

"Well you know what they say, love." Marcel replies and pushes off the ring post. "Enemies always do make the best lovers." He leans in close.

Before either of you can close the gap for a kiss, Pete barrels around the corner and shoves Marcel out of the way and to the floor.

"Y/N! Fight now, flirt later!" He reminds you with a glare.

"Right!" You snap back to reality. "Damn, this job just got so much more fun!" You laugh as Marcel picks himself off the floor.

"You got that right." Marcel agrees. "I look forward to converting you to Imperium then, love."

A grin plays on your face. "I'd like to see you try, pretty boy." You challenge him.

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of-twilight-and-moonshadow · 1 year

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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

#wwe #world wrestling entertainment #reader insert #x reader #polyamourous #imagine #fanfiction #NXT #Fabian Aichner #Marcel Barthel #Marcel x Reader #Fabian x Reader

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bellalutionn · 3 years

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domesticblisss · 3 years

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s with Marcel? 💖

s - sleep (how do they sleep together)

fluffy alphabet headcanons

marcel is a cuddler. he will deny that, but he is;

he is the sneaky kind of cuddler. he will kiss you goodnight, turn to the side and fall asleep almost immediately;

cue to you waking up two hours later with him unconsciously holding you close, his leg tucked in tight between yours;

he holds you so tightly that sometimes it feels like he thinks you’re going to run away;

it doesn’t look like, but that boy radiates body heat, winters are never cold with him;

you always make fun of him for it (lovingly), to the point of him not even denying anymore, and always answering with a “it’s because i love you”.

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robinofgothamcity · 3 years

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♡ 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.

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plentyoffandoms · 3 years

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Three Hearts

Marcel Barthel x f/Reader HC

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: Some swearing.

Gifs & photos do not belong to me.

Main Masterlist ♡ WWE NXT Masterlist ♡ Marcel Barthel Masterlist

Summary: Marcel has an important question to ask the F/Reader.

Marcel & You have been together for years.

You met him through Walter, who is a good friend of yours.

Marcel & You hit it off & the two of you never looked back.

You moved in together.

Now you have a baby on the way.

But one thing was missing according to Marcel.

He wanted to make you his wife.

He bought the ring.

He carried it around with him for months.

You two were just at home watching movies, when you felt the baby kick for the first time.

You grabbed Marcel's hand & put it on your stomach hoping the baby would do it again.

"Marry me." Was all he said.

"What?"

"Marry me Y/N."

Tears were streaming down your face as you said yes.

He went & grabbed the ring & put it on your finger.

He put his hand back on your stomach.

Your baby kicked once more for their father.

Now everything was perfect according to Marcel.

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kindness-bliss · 3 years

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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

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heelwriting · 3 years

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Panda - Marcel Barthel

Title: Panda

Theme: Holiday fair/Carnival

Fandom/Character(s): WWE NXT, Marcel Barthel x Reader

Word Count: 720 words

Warnings: nope

Summary: Reader convinces Marcel to go to her hometown's holiday fair

Day 5 of @champbucks 12 Days of Christmas (@12daysofchristmas)

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It was your second day back at your hometown, the night before had snowed and it was colder than you remembered, you’ve grown accustomed to the Florida sunshine and were now resenting the cold air, as if you didn’t grow up in this same place, you used to go with 3 layers of clothing to go outside and play with snow.

Similarly, your boyfriend Marcel, he grew up in Germany and he certainly didn’t miss the weather, it took a lot of convincing to spend the holidays with your family but he accepted.

He knew what was coming in regards to meeting your family but he wasn’t expecting you to become such a Christmas enthusiast as soon as you saw the town lit up by the lights, you started making plans for the week and when you mentioned the holiday fair Marcel immediately rolled his eyes.

“That’s the first thing that happens in movies”

“I used to go every year with my parents, we have to go together!”

You said with pleading eyes, you pouted your lips, he sighed.

“Fine, I think I’m going to regret this”

In the morning you got breakfast with your parents, and yes you had to sleep in separate rooms because it was their house, Marcel seemed to get well with your family, going by the little interactions he’s had with them.

After finishing his coffee you see him take a pill, frowning you ask him.

“You’re taking aspirin at 8 in the morning?”

“If I’m going to get through this day I’m going to need it"

“Come on, it’s not that bad, you’ll see there’s a lot of fun things to do"

“I could think of a few, and we don’t have to get out of the house"

He hugged your waist, looking around to see if there was someone in sight, there wasn’t anyone but you still separated just in case.

“Hold your thoughts there, we're going and you’ll see I’m right”

“Fine"

Taking his hand you walked a few streets, you could see the games from afar, you could see the games and hear kids yelling even from a distance. Marcel was not convinced at all but seeing you play a few of the games and buy some cute ornaments made him change his perspective, you were really happy and that made him loosen up, if Walter could see how much you’d change him maybe he wouldn’t like you.

After failing to win a cute stuffed panda, you felt a little down, Marcel hugged you and in a spontaneous moment he said.

“I’ll win it for you”

“You don’t have to, it’s alright”

He had already taken a baseball and was twisting it on his hand.

“I want to, and I’ll win it”

He said looking at you, looking ahead he threw, his fist releasing the ball, it hit the mark and you both yelled at the same time, he smiled at the panda and then handed it to you, he suddenly looked more comfortable, that took a weight off your back, you smiled at him, hugging your new panda, you hit his arm playfully.

“Not bad for a German guy”

He flexed his arms and you raised an eyebrow.

“That’s why I go to the gym”

You shake your head and start walking away from him, he quickly catches up.

“Maybe we should take a picture to commemorate this day”

You said as you made the panda dance, Marcel laughed.

“Alright, this is a momentous occasion”

Taking out your phone, you both smiled for a picture, you set it as your new phone background, you loved that picture.

“Are you going to name him?”

He asks.

You think for a second, touching your chin absently.

“Fabian, don’t you think he’s got his eyes?”

You made him laugh and he ended up all red.

“I don’t think he’s going to like it”

You shrugged your shoulders.

“Too late”

Taking your hand in his, you walk around for a while, stopping at every store and game.

“What else should I win you next?”

He asked.

You smiled, never imagining you’d end up on the same place you did in your childhood, and with your boyfriend beside you, but here you were, with a tall blond guy, he was everything you wanted and more.

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tateannawrestling · 3 years

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German Hawtie

Me and Aliyah are best friends with Liv Morgan, and have been ever since she was in NXT. But since she got singed to the main roster a couple years back, us three made a group chat to keep in contact. Even though me and Aliyah seen each other every week, it was still fun to text in our group chat rather than actually go talk in person. Now, this group chat was always crazy. We mostly talk about boys which is the main reason why our group chat is crazy, either two of us are making fun of a crush that the other girl has or all of us are fighting over who a certain guy would date if he had to pick between us three, etc. But of course, since we are best friends, our chat had its sentimental moments as well. Such as, Liv coming out to us, or Aliyah venting to us about a break up, or me, crying to them because McDonalds got my order wrong. Either way, we all love each other and this group chat was a crucial part of our friendship.

Thursday, March 11th, 2021

"Hot Girlz"

Y/N: Liv did u see nxt last night?

Liv: I did, y?

Ali: yeah, why?

Y/N: Cuz I was wondering if you seen that German Hawtie Marcel Barthel, in his promo

Ali: lmao

Liv: u like him???

Y/N: YES HE IS SO FINEEE

Liv: talk to him then

Ali: yeah i will help u

Y/N: Nah he prob has a gf

Liv: what if he doesn't?

Y/N: I'm going to assume he does so I don't have to talk to him

Ali: if u won't talk to him I will

Y/N: NOOOO ALIYAH!! DON'T U DARE

Wednesday, March 17, 2021

Tonight was NXT and last Thursday in the group chat Aliyah said she was going to tell Marcel. Granite, she was probably kidding.

I was pacing around backstage, deciding whether or not I should tell Marcel how I feel about him. I had my locker room door slightly opened. "Should I tell him? What if he has a girlfriend, what if I'm not pretty enough" I aloud to myself while still pacing "God, Marcel, why do you have to be so damn hot?" I question as I plop myself on to the sofa. "I could say the same thing to you, love" I hear a cute German accent say

Marcel's POV:

I was walking with Fabian and Alexander, I notice that we pass by Y/N's locker room. "Hey, uh, guys, I will catch up with you later." I say to them as I go to Y/N's locker room. I have always liked her, she is so gorgeous, I just don't know how to tell her. Any opportunity I get to tell her I take, but end up backing out last minute because I am too afraid she will reject me. As I made my way to her locker room I stand outside of her slightly opened door. Looking in, I see her pacing around mumbling obscenities to herself. I couldn't make out exactly what she was saying but I did hear her call herself “not pretty”, which, by the way, was far from the truth. But the next sentence that came out of her mouth, I heard plain as day, "God, Marcel, why do you have to be so damn hot?" Then that's when it hit me, she thinks that she is not pretty enough to be with me? Wow, I have got to make my move right now.

"I could say the same thing to you, love" I say as I walk into her locker room shutting the door behind me. "Uhm, Mar-Marcel, how long have you been standing there?" She asks. She is so cute when she's nervous "Long enough to know that you think I'm hot" I smirk "Shut up" She replies as I just laugh and sit on the sofa next to her "I also heard you say that you don't think you are pretty enough to be with me, that's untrue. I think you are the most beautiful person ever, and I would love it if I could take you out sometime?" I ask hoping for a yes "Oh- Uhm, yeah sure! S-Sorry this is a lot to process" She laughs. Oh my, her laugh is so cute "It's okay, liebe" I say leaning in to kiss her, she kisses back. It was better than I imagined.

Y/N's POV:

Marcel walked toward the sofa, what the hell was he doing? He sits down next to me, "I also heard you say that you don't think you are pretty enough to be with me, that's s untrue. I think you are the most beautiful person ever, and I would love it if I could take you out sometime?" Marcel asks, making me hella shocked. I stutter and accept. But then... he kisses me. I did not see that coming.

We pull away, "Holy shit" I curse causing him to laugh and say, "Language, love" "Sorry" I apologize "It's okay, I thinks it hot" He says smirking, knowing exactly what he's doing. We kiss again, well we start making out, after we run out of breath, we pull away, "You kiss like a god" I say "Oh, you haven't seen nothing yet, Darling" Marcel replies creating butterflies in my stomach. Just thinking what he means by that turns me on so much.

source: wattpad - tateannawrestling

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southwalessubculture · 4 years

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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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love-imagineitall · 3 years

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Requests are Open

Hello everybody, I've been busy recently and I haven't been able to write much, but its wrapping up and I now need requests.

Here is my song prompt list #1

Song Prompt List #2

So if you would like you can request a song and a character, here is who I write for

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of-twilight-and-moonshadow · 1 year

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Always There - Marcel Barthel x Reader

Figured I’d get the Marcel one out of my way while I could. I’ve been having some German feels for a while (who can blame me though? )

I do apologize now for any INCORRECT translations. I do NOT know German well enough, I know about 5-6 words and that’s it. (Yes, No, Hello, Love, Ambulance and Hospital. The necessities)

Y/N = Your name

If you don’t like Ember Moon, Kacy or Kayden, feel free to think up your own NXT roommate situation for a TakeOver event. That’s where I thought this would be at -shrug-

EDITED IN: Original Tag List @starwithaheart @shedevill22 @amourseculier @regalbanshee

Tagging those who Requested Marcel! @barthelsimperium

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Letting out a deep breath, I glanced over at the digital clock next to the bed I was sharing with Ember. The red light read 3:29. Frowning, I looked at my other two roommates, Kacey and Kayden, who were also fast asleep much like Ember.

“So unfair…” I sighed.

This was now night three of no sleep. I knew I had to do something—if it kept going, Hunter was bound to realize, and not only that I could accidentally hurt someone in the ring. What could I do though?

Back home, I’d get up and make myself busy—but I didn’t want to wake up my friends.

Friends…

“Just find me, liebe. I don’t care what the time is!”

Marcel’s words came crashing into my fore-thought, causing me to purse my lips. I couldn’t actually just stroll to his room and wake him up at this ungodly hour… could I? Ember would never let me live it down, if she found out I went to his room this late at night. She’s the only one I have ever told my feelings towards. The only one who knew I loved Marcel, my impeccable German.

On screen, he was cold, cunning, methodical and egotistical. Behind the screen though? Marcel Barthel was the funniest, kindest and most considerate guy I had ever known. Our friendship had started out a bit oddly, as somehow his suitcase had ended up in the women’s locker room and I, of course, was the one to return it to him. He was clearly confused and embarrassed, but thankful all the same. I had cracked a joke that if he wanted to spend time with me all he had to do was ask—and upon hearing the chuckle from Fabian, I quickly excused myself in embarrassment, barely hearing Marcel speak to Fabian as I left.

“Lach nicht uber sie!” ((ts: Don’t laugh at them))

Later that night, Marcel had found me backstage, quickly taking a seat beside me and leaning back slightly.

“You said if I wanted to spend time, all I need to do was ask,” he explained, causing me to go red from embarrassment.

“I-it was a joke… You don’t have to—”

“You may have been joking, but I’m not, Kleiner.” ((ts: little one))

“I…. have no idea what that means.”

He only laughed in response, shaking his head slightly, promising me,” I’ll teach you some words.”

I smiled at the memory, before glancing a risk at the clock once more.

3:36

Fuck it, I decided. Carefully as I could, I pushed back the covers and climbed out of the warm cocoon I had made. Grabbing my wallet on the way by the tv stand, I tiptoed to the door and as quietly as I could, opened the door and snuck out, closing it with a soft click behind me. Gnawing on my bottom lip as I walked up the steps to the floor above, I thought about how close Marcel was to me—how close in my heart he always was.

Holidays, bright and early (even despite time zone differences) we’d be the first to wish one another a happy holiday; happy birthday—new years. When we’d both be at an event, we’d seek the other one out.

Marcel hadn’t taught me the translation for liebe yet, but since he was always calling me it, I had decided to ask Fabian one night, when Marcel was off getting something to drink.

“Heh, I don’t think I should be the one to tell you, Principessa.” ((ts: Princess))

“Oh, come on—please? If you don’t I’ll just look it up online. C’mon Fabian, please?”

“Alright, alright—love,” Fabian answered, his eyes going over my shoulder for a second, before his voice lowered,” Liebe means love.”

Love.

Did it mean Marcel loved me the same way I did him? Probably not.

But it still made me feel happy, like I mattered to at least someone. Coming to a stop at room 329, I took a deep breath and knocked lightly on the door.

Five seconds.

Ten seconds.

Twenty-five seconds.

Nothing.

Swallowing the lump in my throat and fighting the urge to just go back downstairs to my own room, I tentatively knocked once again, two short, soft bumps on the door.

Five seconds.

Ten—

The door opened slowly, catching me by surprise as I looked up from the floor. There before me stood a hooded-eyed, bed-headed Marcel, and I felt my breath catch in my throat. When he realized who it was, he seemed to wake up a bit.

“Liebe? Is everything In Ordnung?” ((ts: alright))

“Uh, yeah. No. It’s fine…. Uh… I just… you said to…” Everything I said was coming out jumbled, and I could see Marcel trying to make sense of it all,” Sorry I bothered you this late—I’ll just—sorry, go back to sleep—” I turned to walk away, but stopped short when I heard his voice call my name.

“Y/N.”

“I’m sorry, please, just—go back—”

“Hör auf, dich zu entschuldigen!” I heard Marcel snap, before his voice softened,” Komm schon, come.” ((ts: Stop apologizing / come on))

With uncertain steps, I slowly walked back over to his open door, shivers running down my spine when I felt his hand gently rest on my back, ushering me in at my own pace.

“Couldn’t sleep?” Marcel asked as he closed the door behind us.

I shook my head, unsure if he could even see it in the darkness of the room,” Sorry, I just—”

“Liebe—stop saying sorry.”

Without needing to see him, I knew there was a frown on his face.

“Sor–…..”

In the darkness, I heard him give a small sigh, before suddenly, I felt his arms wrap around me and pull me close to him,” I told you, you can come to me at times like this. There’s no need to apologize for it.”

“It’s just… it’s so late—or… early—I didn’t want to wake you up…”

“Don’t worry about that, okay? Come, make yourself comfortable.”

I felt his hand gently take my own and lead me towards the bed.

“W—what about Fabian? Will he—”

“Don’t worry about him, liebe,” Marcel gave a soft chuckle,” He’s a deep sleeper.” His hand left mine, and I could hear him get back into his bed.

Do I?

Don’t I?

“You won’t have a chance to get any sleep standing there, come on.” I heard him pat the space beside him and I was beyond grateful for the darkness in the room- otherwise he would be able to see how red my face was right now. Slowly, I peeled back the covers on the empty side and slid underneath, careful to not touch Marcel in anyway- which he must have noticed.

“I don’t bite, liebe.”

“Why do you call me that?” I blurted out before I could stop myself. I had to know—needed to know. Marcel grew quiet for a few moments and I feared he wouldn’t answer me, until I felt his hand gently creep over mine once more and slowly pull me towards him. Wordlessly, I felt him softly pull me as close to his body as possible, laying right beside him, my head on his bare chest.

“Because… Du bedeute mir die Welt…I love you…” I could hear the uncertainty and the hope in his statement, and I couldn’t help the smile the slowly grew on my face,” We’ll talk more tomorrow, liebe. For now… get some sleep.” ((ts: You mean the world to me))

Slowly nodding my head, I let my body relax into his embrace and before I knew it my eyes got heavy—and as I drifted off to sleep, I felt him press a gentle kiss to my forehead.

No more sleepless nights, no more uncertainty.

I was loved.

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