#heaven donovan

[albiorixsims]

Райли: Доброе утро. Я кофту здесь вчера не оставлял?

Чейз: Вот это сюрприз с утра пораньше.

Райли: Что?

Райли: Чейз, ты о чем?

Чейз: Чейз? Оу, понятненько…

Чейз: Что тут, черт побери, происходит?

Чейз: Хэвен.

#я вся обзевалась пока делала и редактировали эти скрины #видимо зевота и через экран передается #simblr #ts4 #sims 4 #ts4 gameplay #sims 4 gameplay #ts4 screenshots #chestnut ridge #gameplay: free spirit #heaven brown #riley donovan #chase brown

[kitsune-azuyara]

@urfavmafioso and I agree on this 🗣

#mafia definitive edition #mafia 2 #vito scaletta #tommy angelo #joe barbaro #paulie lombardo #henry tomasino #sam trapani #sarah angelo #eddie scarpa #empire bay #lost heaven #marty santorelli #mafia 3 #john donovan #cassandra

[inafieldofdaisies]

(WIP) Music Monday Tag | Tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton and @thesingularityseries

The rules: Post a song that is relevant to your WIP or inspires it. I’m also including the lyrics.

I'm hungry like a wolf I bleed like a wolf I'm lost and I'm lonely I hunger for you only Don't leave me now, don't break the spell In heaven, lost my taste for hell Taste for hell I'm hunted like a wolf I feed, I feed like a wolf I'm lost and I'm lonely I hunger for you only Don't leave me now, don't break the spell Into the wild with me, Into the wild

Under the stars Pull yourself from the tar Black lakes were glistenin' Use your hand to stop the ripplin' Now we're still again, so we're setting fires Burn the rest, crawl on the pyre Watch the smoke fill the air The dark ain't goin' nowhere I, I'm waiting for the slow waxing and wane I'm watchin' for that soft lunar decay The night can't hide you Or the dark that comes too

Sleep with me, worship me Pray like I'm your god Find the light in my voice Treat us like It's blasphemy, pray we don't get caught Let me be your only choice Confess to me I'll be your judge Promise I'll condemn Question your belief in me I'll deny you of salvation I'll be the reason you repent Kiss me like I'm a conviction Beg for divinity in my breath

Couldn't wait to see you from another side I was on my way, you on my mind So we, we talk it out again I was hoping we could keep our love on side Couldn't lose a friend, couldn't decide We say we need talk again So oh, I don't mind anytime of day is fine Wishing that I'd never kept it bottled up I was half alive so long Now my love is lost A lonely show And I know it's sad to see you in another light to me still I wait for your call but you're not there anymore

Listen, sad puppy breaks my heart, he gets to break yours too, so I'm not alone :D

Tagging @adelaidedrubman @direwombat @strafethesesinners @strangefable @unholymilf @purplehairsecretlair @josephseedismyfather @josephslittledeputy @trench-rot @madparadoxum @voidika @macs-babies @florbelles @theelderhazelnut @harmonyowl @cassietrn @aceghosts @shellibisshe @jillvalentinesday @clicheantagonist

#the “in heaven i lost my taste for hell” hits so hard for Mer & Jakey <3 #Leslie participating this Monday and not in the way we all want him to... #oc: sabrina donovan #oc: mercedes “mercy” sibley #oc: calahan hartley #wip: in hope of tomorrow #ship: the diviner and the baptist #john x sabrina #jacob x mercedes #john seed x sabrina donovan #jacob seed x mercedes sibley #original characters #ship: the deceiver and the wolf #fc5 deputy #fc5 ocs #music monday #music tag #wip music #wip songs #ship songs #song tag #favorite songs #currently listening to #song lyrics #song inspo #songs tag #calahan x mary may #oc: leslie parish #Spotify

[jt1674]

#donovan #a gift from a flower to a garden #wear your love like heaven

[flashbackdiamond]

Donovan Sunshine Superman 1966

#donovan #60s #donovan leitch #sunshine superman #1966 #1960s #60s psychedelia #psychedelic rock #folk rock #vinyls #vinyl records #artwork #season of the witch #hurdy gurdy man #wear your love like heaven

[wintercorrybriea2]

donovan greenn by erika kamano for heaven

#donovan greenn #b #erika kamano #photography #heaven #style

[langsat-lamb]

There is a land not far from the ears of sound The eyes of sight can't see It's over the trees You'll be there by tomorrow's breeze Few people get there quick by their chosen road They don't know It’s quicker to go By natural velocity

#Donovan #A Gift From A Flower To A Garden #Wear Your Love Like Heaven #the elf king has got a firm hold of my heart again #sigh #oh gosh i love him

[angelsintheforest]

#wear your love like heaven #Donovan #song

[pangurlban]

#donovan #wear your love like heaven #60s music #Youtube

[albiorixsims]

Чейз: Ты с ума сошел? Отлипни от ребенка! | Хэвен: Ребенка говоришь? Оу, братишка, а я и не знал…

Чейз: Ты!

Райли: Успокойтесь! И я не ребенок!

Чейз: В смысле, не ребенок? Ты даже школу не закончил еще!

Чейз: Ты когда вернулся и зачем?

Хэвен: В смысле, зачем? Это все ещё и мой дом.

Чейз: Что-то ты забыл об этом на целых полгода.

Хэвен: Поговорим потом? Вымотался адски, надо поспать.

#чейз а ты чего так разнервничался? #ts4 #sims 4 #simblr #ts4 gameplay #sims 4 gameplay #ts4 screenshots #chestnut ridge #gameplay: free spirit #heaven brown #riley donovan #chase brown

[tiniedemon]

— ♡

fuck buddy headcanons

kyle broflovski, stan marsh, kenny mccormick, & clyde donovan

— ♡

kyle

— at first he’s not entirely sure about it

— he’s not typically the type of person to be aroused by someone he’s not dating

— after the first time you send him nudes he’s all for it

— acts like he doesn’t know you in public

— but the second you’re alone he’s prying your clothes off

— prefers to schedule things ahead of time

— thinks it builds the anticipation & makes things more exciting

— if he does end up catching feelings he apologizes and breaks things off immediately

— rough as fuck

— will leave bruises but never anywhere you can’t cover

— sees your ass in public and pops a boner

— down to try just about anything as long as it isn’t messy

— requires a condom or he won’t hit

stan

— he’s actually the one who begged you for it

— really shy the first few times but once he’s used to you… oh boy

— more of a sensual fuck than anything

— made the entire arrangement because you looked like a goody two shoes

— the type of person he’d settle down with

— and boy is he touch starved

— will leave marks just about anywhere his mouth can reach

— but especially loves your thighs

— he saw your ass and immediately knew he wanted to fuck you

— pretty face was just a bonus

— if he does end up catching feelings he’d keep it going for a few weeks and then ghost you before he ended it

— his friends shit talk your hickeys not knowing they’re because of him

— down to try most things but is pretty vanilla aside from the occasional degradation

kenny

— freak

— you both kind of mutually agreed you should try the whole fwb thing

— originally you just smoked together

— you took your shirt off in front of him and he decided he wanted you

— everyone knows you’re fucking but it’s never really focused on

— also goes crazy with the hickeys

— down to try anything anytime for any reason

— loves making you beg

— quickies in public

— eating you out is a not-so-guilty pleasure

— loves fucking on molly

— probably also into anal just because he loves the thought of double penetration

— going out with friends is torture because he bought a pair of remote control vibrating panties for you

— obsessed with your boobs

— if he does catch feelings he’d probably propose after a few weeks

clyde

— liked your look and wanted to fuck

— he definitely asked you

— you guys keep it low key but it’s still pretty obvious

— he likes when you don’t wear underwear in public

— bonus points if you take them off in the bathroom and slip them in his pocket

— keeps a collection of your underwear like a trophy wall

— submissive crybaby

— loves when you give him head

— it’s like heaven inside your mouth for him

— especially loves being overstimulated

— cries the second overstimulation kicks in

— god forbid you edge him or he’s a squirming mess

— probably catches feelings after the first few times but hides it (very poorly)

— eventually asks you out if he does but if you don’t feel comfortable he’ll end the whole arrangement

#south park x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #stan marsh x reader #kenny mcormick x reader #clyde donovan x reader

[principledpropo]

Does she… hate her children? Despise having to be involved in any way - does the action of simply discussing Damian piss this woman off?

Because if so, then god damn I love it, because we get to see the truly perfect antithesis to Loid and Yor.

The Forgers aren’t perfect, but the way they involve themselves in Anya’s life is beautiful. It’s warm and loving while teaching her to make and respect boundaries (that’s difficult for a telepath lmao), but their walls almost always come crashing down the second they find themselves alone in each other’s company. Loid may be strict and Yor may be a little too enthusiastic, but every action they take for Anya is for her sake, and every mistake they make is an experience they immediately learn from to better raise Anya.

The Desmonds aren’t physically abusive, nor do they scream nor degrade their kids. Both Desmond scions are clearly well-off, having wealth and service in spades. Everything they could ever want, at the snap of their fingers. Except their parent’s love and attention. Donovan sees his sons as tools to further his name and goals, while Melinda (and this is just conjecture) shows shades of a woman who never wanted children and is searching for ways to live and enjoy her life free of their burden.

(Little tangent, but people, women especially, shouldn’t be saddled with kids if they do not wish to. Their body, their choice, and no one should ever say otherwise. That being said, when the child is born, the parent has a lifelong responsibility to that child, and regret is no longer an option. I see so many parents who practically begged to have kids, but ended up resenting them, and in turn their kids grow and feel the same way to them. You can never let your children feel like they are a mistake. Never.)

To Donovan, his children are materials that can be shaped into weapons for his political gain and clout. To Melinda, (again, just a hunch), they are nuisances she can’t be bothered to deal with.

But Loid and Yor, who don’t share a single drop of blood with Anya? Who created and joined their family for self-protection? They can’t stop themselves - they shower Anya with love. They can’t spoil her with gifts like Becky and Damien get, but they never starve Anya of what matters most: their love, their time, and their energy. Anya is an esper - if she grew up with people like Desmonds, she’d know immediately she was unloved. Hell, she has! Returned to foster homes again and again. So it is beautiful that a girl who can read her parent’s anxieties and fears has never once heard them think she was a mistake (well other than that first episode with Loid lol). They have had every opportunity to grow resentful of Anya, but they never have. They think the world of her. Mr. “It’s for the mission” Twilight bends over backwards on a whim for his daughter. Yor “I won’t let my daughter die in school” Forger would commit war crimes if she even thought her precious child got a boo boo.

The Desmonds, at best, see their children as investments and at worst mistakes. But no matter what Anya does, good or bad, it doesn’t ever change their perspective of her.

She isn’t just a cover child to them. She’s their daughter, and they’d shake heaven and earth for her when the Desmonds can’t even be bothered to attend their son’s orientation day.

#spy x family #loid forger #yor forger #anya forger #donovan desmond #melinda desmond #damien desmond #the forgers #FORGER SUPREMACY #EAT SHIT THIS IS WHAT A REAL FAMILY LOOKS LIKE #AN OVERWORKED SPY #A CLUELESS ASSASSIN #AND THEIR GOBLIN TELEPATH DAUGHTER #WITH THEIR PROPHETIC DOG #INFORMANT UNCLE #SECRET POLICE UNCLE #OBSESSED SPY AUNT #IRON WOMAN AUNT #THIS IS THE BEST FAMILY #FUCK YOU #bond forger #not fuck you bond #but i forgot to place him there #my fault #lmao

[billboard-hotties-tourney]

Prince (1958-2016) solo, leader of The Revolution Songs: "I Wanna Be Your Lover," "For You" Defeated Opponents: Donovan, Miles Davis, Marvin Gaye Propaganda: none

David Byrne (1952-) Talking Heads - lead vocals and guitar Songs: "The Book I Read," "Heaven" Defeated Opponents: Roger Taylor, Sam Cooke, Steve Winwood Propaganda: "David Byrne has been the patron saint of autistic people around the world for decades. His unapologetic strangeness and unorthodoxy is unparalleled, undefeated. Not only is he an angel in every sense of the word, he's also hot as fuck. While many celebrities fear they've lost their spark as they age, he made aging his bitch. He owns it so hard he's reached levels of cuntlery that most could only dream of reaching. Not only did he make me feel more confident in myself and indirectly encourage me to stop faking through life to make others comfortable, he also made me excited to grow old and become the best, most wacky version of myself. He's also hot as fuck, and the only man who has truly made me question my sexuality." “Deeply complex, shy, introverted when not on stage, and the extraordinarily good-looking David Byrne […] was actually born in Scotland and here he is on tour there, in an hotel, smoking a cigarette, and looking like a 1940's movie star." (quote from Jill Furmanovsky)

Visual Propaganda for David Byrne:

#prince #david byrne #billboard hotties tourney #round four

[dimension20npcofalltime]

Round Four - Bracket Two [Dimension 20 NPC of All Time]

Zelda Donovan vs Dale Lee

Propaganda under the cut (Contains major spoilers for Fantasy High and The Unsleeping City)

Zelda Donovan - She/her

Campaign: Fantasy High, The Seven

Who is she?

Zelda Donovan is a shy student at Aguefort Adventuring Academy, whose locker is next to Gorgug's. She is a member of the The Seven Maidens.

Who is the NPC of All Time?

A sweet goat woman. Full of rage. Loves her girl group and boyfriend. Was nearly sacrificed to fulfill an ancient prophecy. Loves a lot of metal.

World's most relatable teenage girl and the literal goat.

Dale Lee - He/him

Campaign: The Unsleeping City

Who is he?

Dale Lee is the husband of Sofia Lee. It was originally believed that Dale left Sofia for Isabella Infierno, but it is later revealed that Dale is deceased.

Why is he the NPC of All Time?

He fought his way out of heaven for his wife. That's cool as fuck.

#dimension 20 #dimension20npcofalltime #dimension 20 bracket #dimension 20 tournament #d20 #fantasy high #fantasy high sophomore year #the unsleeping city

[whump-and-other-misfortunes]

The Unexpected Gift

cw reluctant whumper, pet whump, captivity, carewhumper, caretaker new master, dehumanization/use of “it” as a pronoun 

“My lady?” 

She huffed, paintbrush hovering over the canvas in front of her. “Why on earth are you interrupting me, Julian?” she demanded without looking up. “You know I like to concentrate when I'm painting.” 

“Yes, miss, I know,” Julian replied from his place in the doorway. “However, I must inform you that Lord Donovan sent you a gift. It has just arrived, and he requested it be brought to you at once.” 

“Oh, how lovely,” Charlotte said, voice dripping with sarcasm. She set aside her paintbrush and turned to face Julian. “And I'm sure he expects something in return. Perhaps my hand in marriage, or something equally ridiculous?” 

Julian’s lips quirked up in an understanding smile. “According to him, the gift is merely a show of friendship. Although, I am sure neither he nor your parents would be opposed to finally marrying the two of you off.” 

Charlotte laughed, abandoning her easel for the time being and taking a seat on the sofa. She appreciated Julian’s good humor and their shared distaste for the supposedly inevitable union between her and Donovan. “Well, alright then—bring it to me. Heaven knows I need another pearl necklace or tea set or whatever he’s sent over this time.” 

An uncertain look flashed across Julian’s face. “Right, yes. Well, I must warn you, this present is a bit different from the ones Lord Donovan has given you before.” 

Charlotte adjusted the fabric of her skirt, smoothing out a sea of blue satin. Already bored of the whole ordeal, she said, “I don’t have all day, Julian. Just bring it to me.” 

“Right away, my lady,” he replied with a nod, before swiftly exiting the room. 

Late afternoon light formed golden panels on the floor, and Charlotte’s gaze followed it out the window. Her mind wandered as she studied the gardens outside, which she had been in the middle of painting before the interruption. She hardly noticed Julian and one of her other servants return to the drawing room until he coughed, announcing his presence. 

“Lady Charlotte,” Julian said as he crossed the room to stand in front of her. “Your gift from Lord Donovan, sent with his deepest affections and admiration.” 

Charlotte shook herself out of her thoughts and turned to face him. Her breath caught in her throat and she felt the color drain from her face when she took in the sight in front of her. Standing just behind Julian was another of her servants, who was holding onto a delicate silver chain. The chain was connected to a pair of cuffs which were locked around the wrists of a young man whose gaze was cast on the floor. 

“Is this some sort of practical joke?” Charlotte choked out, looking at Julian for answers. 

He shook his head. “I am afraid not, miss. Lord Donovan said that a lady of your standing deserves such a gift. You may read his letter at your convenience.” 

Charlotte’s eyes returned to the “gift.” The man was fairly young—about her age, she figured—of average height, and worryingly thin. His clothes hung loosely from his frame and they were worn; the neckline of his shirt fell to one side, revealing a prominent collarbone. He had a small, upturned nose and his face was framed by messy, dark locks. Charlotte’s first thought was that he needed a haircut. 

“I—I really don’t know what to say.” Charlotte glanced at Julian again, floundering. “Why in God’s name would Donovan send me such a thing?” 

“It seems that he acquired it in his recent travels,” Julian answered. “However, he said that if it displeases you, you may return it at once and he will figure out something to do with it.” 

The man’s shoulders tensed at that, but he made no other move. His eyes remained obediently fixed to the floor. 

Charlotte’s chest tightened and she replied hurriedly, “No, no—don't send him back. Heaven knows where he’ll end up.” Wherever it was, she could only expect it would be much worse. She had heard stories of the way people treated their pets, and it was horrifying enough to keep her up some nights. 

“Well,” Julian began, “if you wish to keep it, I can arrange for accommodations to be made. For the time being, would you prefer to have it sleep in the cellar, or perhaps the shed in the garden?” 

“Dear god,” Charlotte breathed in shock. “Nothing of the sort. He can sleep in my chambers.” 

The man looked up at that, a pair of piercing blue eyes locking onto hers. They were filled with equal parts shock, fear, and gratitude. It broke Charlotte’s heart. Then, just as quickly, he lowered his gaze back to the floor. 

“My lady,” Julian interrupted hesitantly, “with all due respect, that would not be proper.” 

“What is improper,” Charlotte spat, beginning to lose her temper, “is that a man sent me a human pet as gift with no warning. Now here I am, completely unprepared and unequipped to accommodate him. He may sleep on the floor in my room, and that is final. I will not be locking my gift in the cellar. Are we clear?” 

Julian sighed, then nodded once. “Yes, my lady.” 

She turned her focus back to the man—her gift—and asked, “When was the last time you ate?” 

Those blue eyes found hers once more, fearfully searching her face as though Charlotte’s question was some sort of trap. “I eat when I am permitted, Mistress.” His voice was soft and hoarse. 

“Julian, have him given a proper meal immediately,” Charlotte instructed with a huff. “I would also like him bathed and given a fresh set of clothes. After that, you may bring him to my room.” 

“Certainly,” Julian said. 

Once she was left alone, Charlotte returned to her easel. She stared at it for several minutes, trying will her mind back into the space it entered when she was painting—contented and focused. But her stomach was still turning from what had just happened. Her hands trembled. 

Charlotte grabbed the canvas and threw it across the room, knocking over a lamp with a loud crash. 

#i might continue this who knows #whump #whumpblr #whump writing #reluctant whumper #pet whump #captive whumpee #carewhumper #caretaker new master #captivity #dehumanisation #original character #writing #requests open #snippet

[plentyoffandoms]

Main Masterlist ♡ Hook Masterlist ♡ Alternate Universe Masterlist

My Darling Nurse

Hook x f/Reader (WW2 AU)

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

Warnings: mentions of War.

Gifs & photos do not belong to me

WC 1305

My Dearest Mother,

I know it has been long since you got my last letter, and I know you must have been worried sick about me, and for that, I am very sorry.

It is hard for us to get letters and packages from home, and even more so for us to send a letter home.

I will not dull you with the details of what I go through every day here, but I let you know about some of the good things that have happened to me.

Ever since arriving at this island, I have been taken under the wing by Lieutenant James Cipperly and Dustin Howard. They say that they trained under Father.

My good friend Donovan also got shipped with me here. I know his wife and step-daughter must feel like you. Sick with worry over the lack of letters.

We have been here for four months already, but it seems like a lifetime.

I was hit by shrapnel, but I was quickly taken care of by a wonderful nurse, whose name I can not remember sadly, but Mother, I am perfectly fine. I just have the faintest scar from it.

I will say this, though: I miss home. I miss Massapequa, which I never thought I would ever say.

I thought I needed to see the world, but I am sick of seeing the world. After all this is done and if I survive this war, I will never leave Massapequa.

But coming home and surviving this madness isn't the only thing that is keeping me going.

I met someone.

Yes, it is ridiculous to fall in love during war time, but she was like an angel who was sent from heaven to take care of me. She helped the nurse, whom I mentioned previously in this letter.

Her name is YN LN, and mother she is unlike any woman I have met in my short life. I learned so much about her in the short time we have spent together.

I told her I was going to marry her once this war was over, and she giggled at me. Oh, mother, her laughter, even the thought of it brings such a smile to my face, the other men must think I have gone crazy.

She is smart, so very smart. She beat me at chess. I was Massapequa chess champion, and she beat me at it. Even the older nurses look at her for guidance as she that smart.

She is gorgeous, not just in body but in mind. I have never felt this way about someone in my life.

I can not promise that I will come back, Mother, but I will try, and if I do, I will be bringing home a wife.

Your faithful son,

Tyler

My darling son,

I am so happy to hear from you. I was worried sick, and I waited every day for the mail to arrive to see if I had gotten a letter from you or your father.

Speaking of your father, you may have heard the news by the time you get this letter. He was injured, and he lost the lower part of his left leg.

He has been shipped home, and I see him every day until I am told to go home.

I return to an empty home, with only Dolly and Shooter to welcome me home. They are good dogs, and they hardly leave my side when I am home.

I hope your father likes sleeping with dogs because they have now taken over his side of the bed. I am training them to sleep at my feet.

Enough of myself.

My son, Tyler Senerchia, is in love?

I never thought I would ever see the day. This YN must be someone special for her to capture your interest.

My dear boy, you write as if you do plan on surviving this war. I may not know all the details about what is going on in the Pacific, but you must come back to your family. You must come back to your father and I. Come back to Dolly and Shooter, who will lay on your bed, missing you.

All I can say is please come home to me and your father. I wish for YN to survive as well if you are so sure about marrying this woman.

I miss you, my son.

My only child.

I will have your father write to you once he is feeling up to it. Just to let you know, he kept the last letter you wrote me under his pillow at the hospital.

I know he is worried about you. He knows what war can do to a young man's mind. That was why he was adamant about you not signing up for the war.

We love you, Tyler.

Your mother.

The moment we were informed that the war was over, I hugged Donovan, happy that the two of us made it through this hell.

But we still weren't allowed to go home yet. There was work that needed to be done. The able-bodied men were put to work, but there was only one person on my mind.

She made it through the war, but I know she is still very busy getting the injured ready to travel back to wherever that may be.

But I finally had a break and practically ran to where she was now located.

I watched from the distance as she helped load a man on a stretcher, but once that was done, she looked in my direction, like she knew I was there.

I walked quickly to her and wrapped my arms around her waist, lifting her into the air, making her squeal.

"Tyler, I am dirty." She told me as I placed her back on her feet.

"I do not care, YN. All I care about is that we made it."

"That we did." She gave me a soft smile as she took a step back, out of my arms. At first, I was hurt but then realised that everyone was watching us.

"You remembered what I said when I first met you."

"Of course, silly. You told me you were going to marry me."

"Exactly, and I am still serious about that. Even though I do not have a ring with me, YN LN, will you marry me?"

I waited with baited breath. Every second felt like ten minutes as I waited for her to answer.

"Yes, Tyler. I will marry you."

I wanted to pull her into my arms and kiss her, but that will happen when we are alone.

Dearest Mother and Father.

I wish to inform you that I will be arriving home, hopefully by the end of summer, and I will be bringing my fiancé YN with me.

I proposed to her without a ring, but that will change when I get home. Mother, you told me I can have Grandma Smiths engagement ring. I would like for YN to have it that is still alright?

This letter is short, I know, but there is still much to be done.

I love you both, and I can not wait for you to meet YN.

Your son,

Tyler.

YN and I were surrounded by the people we cared most about as we said our vows at my family's church.

The moment we became husband and wife, and we kissed, I dipped her, and she squealed unto my mouth, her hands wrapping even tighter around my neck.

My parents loved her, as well as our dogs. Her family loves me, even with her moving to Massapequa.

With my grandmother's engagement ring on her finger, along now with a new wedding ring, we ran down the aisle, looking forward to spending the rest of our lives together.

Tag list: @lghockey @nicoleveno14 @legit9thlunaticwarrior @hooks-martin @wwenhlimagines @melissahausen @faerieofthenightcourt @tahiri-veyla @midwestmade29

#aew #all elite wrestling #reader imagine #female reader #reader insert #hook aew #hook imagine #hook fanfiction #hook fic #hook x female reader #hook x f/Reader #hook #wrestler x f/Reader #wrestler fic #ww2 fiction #ww2 wrestler #hook au