#john ambrose fanfic

[kurottsukii]

Eight | Bitter Sweet Win

We sat in my locker room in complete silence, avoiding each other's eyes but every once in a while I would glance at Phil, only to see an emotionless face staring into the void. It seemed like he was trying to find the right words to say, but what exactly are you supposed to say to your ex after two years of no communication?

It's not like we ended our relationship in a big fight. It was more of me breaking up with him because I let myself overthink about our relationship. I ruined something good in my life because I thought he deserved someone better. It was the doubt that mingled in the back of my head, my thoughts overpowering each other to make me think I wasn’t good enough for him.

Shouldn't I be the one to be thinking of something to say? I deserted him in the most pathetic way possible, I should be the one apologizing or begging for his forgiveness but knowing Phil, he probably thinks it was his fault. And how do I even try to change that in any way, shape or form? Nothing I could say could bring those special moments back, right?

I can't let him think that. That'll be selfish of me, making someone else take the blame of my wrong doings. Maybe I should speak up and just tell him it is not his fault but mine.

Just as I open my mouth, he cut me off by speaking first. "Before you say anything, no I don't blame you or myself about the breakup. Yeah, it broke me a bit but I understood where you was coming from. Honestly after the breakup, I started watching your matches and watched you grow. You reached mountains that no other athlete or celebrity could, you broke records and created them. You made a name for yourself in this industry that no man or woman could.

I'm honestly in awe by you, I just wanted to have the chance to say that. I don't want anything to be awkward between us, I'm glad you're here though. Seeing you here now feels like the first time I saw you in the crowd, checking me out. I, I really do miss you, Vonna."

Each word, each fucking word stabbed me in the heart, ripping it to shreds. Phil always had that impact on me, the way he spoke, the words he used just always made me feel weird inside. It made me want him in all the ways that seems impossible. But it also made me feel like shit, Phil is such a great guy, when alcohol took over his life, he fought, not just for me but for himself and his fans. His whole life revolves around those topics and I was just a selfish broken shell of a girl who clung onto him for guidance and love, once that became too hard for me... I ran in the most cowardly of ways possible.

"I missed you too Phil, a lot more than I want to admit. Seeing you just brought back old feelings that I spent years on getting rid of. I'm really sorry on how things ended but that's the past you know? I don't want to keep reliving it, can we just start over again? As just friends, for now."

I could tell that my answer was not what he hoped for, I could see it in his eyes. The signs of distraught and pain, all I wanted to do right now was climb onto his lap and just kiss him, give him everything I couldn't give before. But that wasn't possible, that would be going back on everything I said. I had to fight it.

I watched as his expression changed, he was doing his best to not show his true feelings. But his eyes told me different.

"I'd like that." He said with a fake smile drawn on his face. Liar. He didn't want that, he wanted more, I wanted more but there was so much shit happening. This job, the feud, the fact I can't get that guy out my head, and now my first love and boyfriend. This felt like a Disney movie, why does life gotta be so difficult? Couldn’t it have been any easier?

"Uh, since you're new here, I suggest you stay by yourself or stay with me and Sheamus. The other superstars don't really like newcomers, especially the Divas here. And stay away from the Shield, they're bad news. I should know.."

I pushed my brows togethers as I just looked at him up and down like he was crazy. Was he really trying to warn me? ME?! After I literally fought and embarrassed Randy and his swat team?! I should be on their radar by now, how do you even stay away from a team that will be looking for you and the opportunity to DESTROY you!

Whatever, I decided to keep my mouth shut about them and just agreed so we can just end the conversation and get ready for our match. I already knew what it could lead to if I do speak up.

"Guys? You're in there? I want to introduce myself to Yovanna!"

Speak of the devil.

Not really, but you get my point. A unfamiliar voice yelled at the door, banging against it like a mad man. It was really annoying me, Phil was about to open it but I beat him to it so I could give this jerk a piece of my mind but when I swung the door open, I was greeted by man titties that was bigger than my own.

"What a nice welcome gift." I joked, casually patting the man boob before taking a step back to see who I just groped unintentionally. He was a buff guy, with denim shorts, a green hat and a green sweatband on his arm. He looked liked some video game character but shamelessly sexy.

He just stared at me with such a warm welcoming smile, I guess this was the Cena guy that lost to Randy. How can someone built like Superman lose to Randy? I took a step to the side, so he can walk in as I closed the door.

As I turned around, all eyes were on me.

"Let's get to business."

Skipping to the Match:

I didn't have a music theme or whatever it is, so I just walked out with Phil. The crowd reaction made my whole body tingle, I had never seen this many people in one place my whole life. It was kind of scary but I couldn't let the nerves get to me. I had to make sure that we win. Phil was behind me as I ran down the ramp, high-fiving as many people as I could before making it to the ring. Sheamus tried to make a way for me through the middle and bottom rope but I denied it, making my own way inside the ring, I decided to use my flexible abilities by doing a backflip off the top turn buckle.

Once again the crowd reacted beautifully, making me so fucking pumped and excitement coursed through my body. Randy and his swat team was here before us so they all just stared at me with their cold, definitely soulless eyes, behind the ropes. If I had to admit, it was a bit scary but I blew it off by blowing a kiss at them as I just stayed in the middle of the ring, waiting to see who wanted to start the match against me and to my surprise it was my male twin that Phil informed me was named Dean. Such a boring name for a guy that looks like he bites heads off of dolls.

I couldn't help but get excited though, not because I was up close to the most beautiful guy I ever laid my eyes on; sorry Phil, but because I get to embarrass his ass once again until he tags in Randy.

I stared up at him for a moment, only to see him already mirroring my expression, what does he have to be excited about?

Even though I was confused, I didn't show it, because if I did, he would just use it to his advantage and attack first. I didn't know shit about them or anyone here but I do know about mind games and how easy it is to find your opponents weak spot through emotions and I was not about to fall victim to it.

Once the bell rang, I made the first attack with a punch straight to his jaw which he took like a champ. He was about to give me a punch of his own but I quickly moved out the way, running to his corner only to knock his teammates off with a running knee. I took the moment to savior the sweet sweet view of Randy being knocked out cold which was a bad move. Why? Because I just let Dean have a free opportunity to attack me from behind and he did.

Before I could do anything, I felt a hard blow to the back of my head. My head was aching, it was like my heart just moved from my chest and to my head; and all I felt was it pounding. Like a fucking migraine. I couldn't hear anything and it was hard to see, but I could definitely feel. I felt myself being slammed to the mat. The sting from my head and back was enough to keep me on the ground for a while but it didn't stop there. Dean decided to proceed his attack with multiple kicks to my sides.

And to think I thought all of this was an act, well it wasn't! I could fucking feel my stomach now in my throat with those kicks. This man was brutal and I hate it but yet fucking love it.

The kicks continued for a while then it stopped. I took that opportunity to crawl away. With one hand attached to my lower half and the other grasping onto the mat as I continued to crawl. I could see Phil was mentally begging me to tag him with his eyes of plead but before I could, I felt myself being dragged away, my nails breaking as it was causing a few fingers to bleed.

I didn't even bother to see who it was, I just kept kicking my feet until it connected to something, once it did I made my escape and tagged in Phil.

Sheamus helped me out the ring so I could sit and take a moment for myself. Everything was still blurry but my hearing was slowly coming back. I just sat up against the barricade, listening to the crowd cheer for Phil, who I assumed was kicking ass, while I sat here like a loser. I came in so strong now look at me, I got the shit kicked out of me because I took my eyes off my opponent. A common rookie’s mistake.

While sitting there, I had a strange feeling that someone was staring right into my soul. I assumed it was Randy giving me an death stare but to my surprise it was actually Dean. For a moment our eyes were on each other, his were so beautiful but were full of guilt. I guess he felt bad for hurting me, which he shouldn't. I'm his enemy, you don't feel bad for the enemy.

I really didn't know what to do in this situation but from what it looks like in the ring, my team needed me. While avoiding the eye contact from Dean, I finally got up and headed back to the ropes with my hand out. Phil was crawling his way to our corner but it looked like he wasn't even going for my hand but for John's instead. I don't why that got me pissed off but once the cameras wasn't looking, I booty bumped John out the way so Phil could tag me, and he did. He looked at me with nothing but disappointment written all over his face, same with John but I didn't care. This was my moment, my first impression.

Once I was tagged in, two toned was already up and ready. He started off with a kick to my mid-section which I blocked only, to mimic his actions. Once he was bent down, I dropped down to the mat to give him a good punch in the face. The crowed cheered while my team gave me an disapproval look and the other team looked like they wanted to kill me. Kill me, chop me off and feed me to the stray dogs in the back alleyway of a bar.

But who cares, I was skipping in circles around two toned in a mocking way, I didn't even notice he was already up. But it didn't matter, he looked dazed like drugged off his ass and tired which was perfect for me. I decided to not do anything further, instead I pushed him into his corner so someone could tag in. And...just my fucking luck. Tarzan was the one to step up, I think Phil said his name was Roman which was even worst. Motherfucker went from Tarzan, the jungle warrior to an actual acient Greek warrior who looks like he eats the bones off of fried chicken.

I didn't really want to waste my energy running from that giant, so I dropped kicked him back to his corner with all my strength, which was a terrible idea because it knocked down everyone off the turnbuckle. I wanted someone else to be tagged in!!

Roman definitely did not like that, he looked like he wanted to break me in half. But my ego wouldn't let me run away like the fucking scared little girl that I used to be. Instead I stood there, waiting for him to charge at me so I could take him down. I didn't really have a plan on how I was going to take him down, it was kind of just me going off of my gut instinct. That sounds like a plan, right?

But the human bull did actually charge at me, with full force might I add. Like he was a train or something, at that point I didn't know what to do so I just did another drop kick to his stomach.

He was down but not completely for me to do a roll up, plus he wasn't the one I wanted to roll up. As he was down, I took the free opportunity to send blows to the head, mid-section and his sides. The referee had to pull me off three times but each time he did, I ran right back only to almost get superman punched. Luckily I ducked, but again it was the wrong move because the referee received it instead.

The crowd was going ballistic, meanwhile both teams were freaking out behind the ropes. I stood there in confusion because without the referee what were we going to do? He was the one who would count till three and conclude who was the winner. Fuck you, Roman.

Apparently to Roman, the match was still on. Why do I say that? Because he decided to continue it by power bombing me to the mat when I wasn't paying attention. The impact did a number on my back like it did earlier, it literally knocked the wind out of me fully. It felt like he broke all my ribs and my spine with that move.

But aye, it wasn't enough to bring me down completely. While he wasn't looking, I did a low blow before throwing him back into his corner. I could care less about the impact. All I could envision was me winning.

It was a cheap shot, yes but the man was huge with nothing but rage and muscles. He would of destroyed me in his own way of fighting that I'm STILL NEW AT!!

"TAG ME IN ANNA!" I could hear John screaming at me from behind but I didn't move. I didn't want to, all I wanted was to get my hands on Randy and if that means getting my ass handed to me by the puppy dogs Shield, then so be it.

I waited till someone got tagged in, no one really tagged in voluntarily instead there was a forced tag, and that someone that was tagged in was Randy. All that pain in my body faded it was nothing and got replaced with excitement. This was my moment and my chance, just as I was about to run into Orton with a clothesline, John tagged himself in.

Every bone in my body wanted to just beat his ass and thrown him out the ring but I couldn't, he was my teammate and I didn't want my first night here to be ruined with a loss so instead I tagged myself back in once Orton pushed him into our corner. Clearly the crowd could see there was tension in my team and it was all because of me. Call me reckless or a hot head but like I said many times before, this was my moment. Not Cena's or Phil's or anyone in that matter.

Climbing the top rope, I did another frog splash on Ortan that sent both of us crashing down onto the mat. Once again I felt nothing but unbearing pain, yet it didn't stop me from throwing punches after punches, it didn't even matter where the punches were landing at, just as they were landing the way I needed them to.

Eventually the referee got up from that punch, luckily he didn't see me constantly punching Orton.

I quickly jumped off once the referee was fully up and aware. That gave Orton a chance to get up. Once he did, I hit him with two clotheslines, Randy was down for the count and I didn't want to waste that opportunity.

1

2

He kicked out at two, I wasn't really shocked because I didn't do much but like I said, I wasn't going to waste that opportunity. Standing up, I started off by kicking him in the sides than proceed to stomp on his hands repeatedly before I was told to stop by the referee.

I looked over my shoulder to see the Shield just staring daggers at me, especially Dean. I guess all that guilt from earlier disappeared once I kicked his brother in the nuts, not sorry though. He deserves it for being tagged in.

I didn't want to make the same mistake I did before with Dean, I couldn't afford to; so I turned my attention back to Randy who was now on his feet, he charged at me but I just threw him out the ring, over the ropes.

The crowd was still enjoying the show, with how much cheers I was getting. I was about to get cocky but instead I tagged in Sheamus so he could have some fun but unfortunately, the shield well...shielded Randy. So Sheamus and I did a swan dive on all of them into the barricade, I ended up landing on Dean and his hands were on my...yeah. My ass.

"Sorry.." He mumbled under his breath as if I didn't hear him, I just nodded and quickly got off. Phil ran to me to make sure I was okay, I wanted to push him off but instead I just nodded to every question he threw at me as he got back in the ring. The referee started counting meanwhile Randy was buried under Roman and two toned.

1. 2. 3. 4. 5....

Randy was unresponsive, Roman and Seth eventually got out the way but Randy was still knocked out.

6. 7. 8....

The crowd began to count with the referee but I just stood there in silence. There's no way Randy was going to lose in a count out...was this bitch letting us win the easy way? No fuck no!

Before the referee could say ten, Dean already shoved Randy back into the ring.

The counting stopped.

Sheamus, John, and Phil weren't happy but me? I was smiling like a kid on Christmas day. Randy was struggling to get on his feet. This was my chance! I quickly tagged myself back in, sorry Sheamus but I have to do this! With a kick to the face, I made Randy drop to the mat and that's when I did my move. I grabbed a hold of him, forcing his left arm to go backwards towards me, one arm was wrapped around his neck, the other was on the target I would break if he didn't tap quickly. I put all my weight in it to put enough pressure on his shoulder, Randy was now screaming in pain. His eyes were wide as he tried his hardest to break my hold on his shoulder.

No luck.

"TAP!" I screamed, putting more pressure onto his shoulder but not enough to actually break it, I can definitely feel the bone move underneath but again, I wasn't gonna stop until he tapped.

Still, no response, he was still fighting it. I had to admit that was brave for him but definitely annoying for me.

I basically had his arm locked in and my legs were wrapped tightly around his waist so he couldn't move. "TAP!" I screamed again out of frustration but he was still fighting it. So my hold got tighter until I heard a pop, I'm not sure if I actually broke his amr or dislocated it but still, I did damage and seconds later he was tapping desperately causing me to instantly let go.

We have won.

I had officially beaten Randy on my first day here. This feels fucking amazing….

Both Sheamus and Phil held my arms up, I was happy but yet my attention was on Dean who just gave me a wink before leaving with his crew. Randy on the other hand, was still laid out on the ring, this was a great moment to embarrass him.

Rolling out the ring, I took a cup of coke from JBL, of course he was about the protest but I cut him off by putting my finger on his lip. No one needs to hear you speak JBL, especially me.

Once I got back in the ring, I took the lid off the cup and poured it all over Randy.

He squirmed and yelled some threats and curse words as he held onto his arm but they were cut off my laughing.

"This is what happens when you fuck with me. And don't even think this is over. I'm coming for your title next."

This chapter was written by yours truly and a special friend of mine @ensorcellsworld, she did the editing and added more detail in it. Appreciate you for the hard work love 💕 more to come from the two of us!!

#fyp #fanfic #dean ambrose #wwe #mma #randy orton #seth rollins #spotify #roman reigns #world wrestling entertainment #ufc #sheamus #john cena #triple h #oc #instagram #adult model #brazil #wattpad #two women

[br1ghtestlight]

random thought but i love eugene mirman's gene sounds ESPECIALLY when gene is sleeping. they're so good & cute

louise tina bob and linda looking @ gene literally exactly like this when he forgets how his song goes at breakfast LMAOO

love that tina and louise seem to actually pay attention to what songs gene is writing and what they're about despite the fact that there are SO MANY. supportive family <3

gene's dream.... bro that was god speaking to you. like for real wtf

also im only a minute in and there are SO MANY good screenshots already he's such a cutie i love him so much!!!! <3 gene episodes my beloved

"Now I'm going to change into last night's pajamas, AKA my only pajamas, and brush my teeth with Tina's toothbrush because that's what I accidentally did last night."

"Wait, what?"

gene and tina are so silly?? 😭

me and gene share many similarities including waking up in the middle of the night every two hours for no fucking reason. like THATS relatable

MR AMBROSE APPEARANCE LETS FUCKING GOOO‼️‼️ why does his voice sound slightly sped up is he okay. does he have a new voice actor?? he sounds slightly off not like in a bad way its just strange

THERE WAS A NEW VOICE ACTOR BCUZ BILLY EICHNER WASNT CREDITED maybe bcuz its such a small appearance but thats very weird. i feel like mickey fans in season 12 episode 6 when loren did that horrible mickey impression 😭😭 also whoever did his voice in this episode wasnt credited so it was somebody from the main cast doing an impression of him. will try to figure out who. sorry episode review cancelled i need to figure out who the hell voiced mr ambrose in this episode

based on the fact that u cant obviously tell who it is i dont think its eugene mirman and probably not h jon benjiman?? dan mintz can only do one voice so its not him either. probably either john roberts larry murphy or a random crew member who they didnt bother to credit

(most likely billy eischner just wasn't avaliable to voice mr ambrose due to his movie career etc so i dont blame them but it was noticeable enough to ME that i needed to figure it out. not even a bad impression honestly the average fan wouldnt notice)

"What do you lucid dream about?"

"I do revenge stuff on people who were mean to me in high school, some fantasy and science fiction, some adult stuff I can't tell you about."

this is literally the gayest thing mr ambrose has ever said omg FHFMDDJKSKS i cant believe this drama club ass nerd was bullied in high school who could have guessed. not me thats for sure

(now somebody has to write a fanfic about mr ambrose having Adult Stuff dreams about mr frond. i want this on my desk by 3pm tomorrow)

love mr ambrose and his gay ass curly hair..... mr ambrose my beloved <33 kisses u

i dont have anything to say im just strangely invested in gene's lucid dreaming plot at this point. Love all his silly little dreams and its incredible he never seems to have any nightmares or anything!!

this is reminding me of the movie where gene had a dream and he was scared that he wasn't good at music and that people weren't going to like his performance and the aliens came down to told him to stop 😭😭💔 his insecurity that he might not be that good a musician literally makes me cry. he's so sweet and kindhearted my babyy boy

CAN I SKIP SCHOOL AND GO BACK TO SLEEP LMAO

"Even successful musicians went to sixth grade, Gene."

"That's a MYTH!!"

weirdly mr ambrose started sounding completely normal at some point like did his voice actor come back and just wasn't credited?? or whoever did this impression was REALLY good jfc

mr ambrose HATES these fuckign kids bro

HES SO UNHINGED LMAO 😭😭

NOT THE STARING AGAIN. why are they literally just this image every single time gene plays music in this episode im gonna cry

love this specific frame of gene running his hand through his hair

awww bob is such a good dad

sidenote but this subplot with tina and louise is so stupid it actually made me laugh LMAO the fucking girl cricket. thr female cricket. like what if he's gay huh what then

"or if she's not his type she also makes a great best friend. she's a good listener" THANK YOU louise for acknowledging the cricket might be gay. she's an ally 🙏

AWW GENE WRITING HIS SONG <3 eugene mirman isnt a Good singer (not hating he literally says that all the time. they have to record each line seperately bcuz he cant sing on key) so its hard to tell when they're trying to make gene's songs seem good or not but this is really sweet. u can tell he just loves music so much

why is gene's song kinda making me emotional..... like this show is usually 50/50 on if it actually wants to take gene's songwriting ability seriously but in this episode its so clear how much he LOVES music and songwriting and how talented he is at it. he has trouble with focus and commitment sometimes but thats never an issue when it comes to his music and he'd happily spend an entire afternoon writing a song from start to finish (even skipping out on dinner) because he was so hyperfocused. love how much respect they give gene in this episode tbh

deeply appreciate the "larry murphy as teddy" credit despite teddy not having one single line in this entire episode. Literally just a legacy credit at this point

I LOVED THIS EPISODE 😭😭💕 i dont think it'll be as widely popular as some other episodes this season but as a gene fan and an artist this episode really resonated with me. the ending sequence was actually really beautiful (gives me the same vibes as "your heart's not broken its only growing" tbh) and i loved gene's song and all the different costumes they put him in for his dreams!! tina and louise's subplot was really cute too. very enjoyable episode if you're a gene fan or just a casual viewer who wishes he got more focus. he's SO SWEET and so passionate <3

#txt #bob's burgers #episode review

[paradoxunknown]

Hey! Random questions for you.

Do you still watch WWE? Who was/is your favorite member of the Shield? Do you remember where you were when they broke up? How did you like the feuds between them after they split? Did you ship them at all?

Hello lovely human!

I do still watch WWE - I mainly watch it to keep up so I can talk about it to my younger nephew, I think it’s nice that we have that common interest to connect about. Plus, it’s super cool to be that cool aunt that takes him to wrestling events.

While I love every single member of the shield, Dean is my favorite. There actually was a point in time where I stopped watching WWE for a while and I got back into it because my dad traveled for work at the time and it was one of the only things they played over in Saudi Arabia, so when he came home for his break we ended up watching the SummerSlam where Stephen Amell faced Stardust (It was also the same Summerslam where Seth Rollins beat John Cena for the US title and was the WWE and US Champ).

But I remember going into the pay-per-view after watching a few RAWs and immediately felt connected to Dean Ambrose and dubbed him as my favorite and I instantly hated Seth Rollins (because he was that good of a heel) and then I went to Wikipedia, did some digging and found out why Seth Rollins was a heel and then fell into the Shield rabbit hole.

So after going down the Shield rabbit hole, I immediately went to the beginning and re-watched everything and to this day, I still cannot watch the destruction of the Shield. It makes me physically uncomfortable and makes me so upset that I have to turn it off literally as soon as Seth swings the chair the first time on Dean and Roman, like it just makes me so sad. 

But along with the implosion of the Shield, I did watch their feud and I do have to say that Dean and Seth’s feud after he became the sell out for the authority is probably one of my favorite storylines! I firmly believe that Dean and Seth are wrestling soulmates, and I really enjoy seeing the brotherhood between Dean and Roman despite the destruction of the Shield. 

The day that Roman announced that he was going in for treatment for his leukemia the second time because it had returned, I had watched that episode of RAW with one of my best friends (who I had gotten into wrestling by showing him clips of the Shield) and I immediately knew the Dean was going to turn heal after he and Seth won to tag titles and I just remember looking at my friend and being like “Dean is about to turn heel” and being so upset when that happened (Jon’s latest heel turn before the Shield reuniting for the final time makes me so mad and sad for him, because you can clearly see how unhappy he is).

The Shield reuniting before Mox left WWE probably to this day makes me extremely happy (I actually have the last Shield shirt that issued for their final run, so I’m happy that I got that.)

Also the feud with Seth and Roman, where are Seth wore his old Shield gear hurts me deeply inside, but I thought it was very smart because it does play to the title of “the architect” just solely for the mind game purposes. 

I just recently started reading things where all of the Shield were a shipped together without an OC and I do like the, I try to avoid the angsty fics as much as I can because I’m already sad enough as a depressed human and fanfics are my escape 😂😅 — there are some really good fics that I like that are Dean x Roman xOC or Seth x Dean x OC, I’ve also written a few fics where it’s the Shield x OC or Dean x Seth x OC

But yes! I’m so sorry this was so long-winded but thank you for asking me these lovely question! ☺️🖤

#paradox rambles #asks #aew #all elite wrestling #jon moxley #dean ambrose #roman reigns #seth rollins #wwe the shield #the shield #wwe

[ohnoitsthebat]

6, 10

6. Have you ever written any fanfictions featuring OCs? If so, elaborate!

Oh yeah, that's what I did all the time when I started writing. I didn't have access to the Internet then, so I had no idea that others did it too. Some were actually original characters, but others were blatant self-inserts. I never subscribed to the whole belief that self-inserts and OCs were cringe. I wrote them a lot, and they helped me during various points in my life.

I wrote a reader insert recently, but other than that, I don't really write fanfic with OCs anymore.

10. What are your top five fics by kudos or by reads?

My own?

Smoked, a Wincest fic (with past Dean/John) that I co-wrote with @writinginthesecrettrees. It has so many kudos because she is a stellar writer, and I was fortunate enough to be able to write with her.

bells will be ringing , a wrestling fic. Roman Reigns/Dean Ambrose. Roman has a wedding to go to, but doesn't have a date. Dean offers to help him.

down to you, a very angsty, dark Wincest fic. Discusses Dean's alcoholism and repressed feelings towards his brother.

always by your side wrestling drabble fic. Dean Ambrose, Seth Rollins, and Roman Reigns are in a relationship. Dean reveals he's pregnant, to the shock of both men.

selfie seduction another wrestling fic, co-written with @ocean-of-fiction-blue. this is the fic that spawned our friendship! we both had a lot of fun writing this, and wrote it pretty quickly. it's a non-wrestling AU, in which Dean Ambrose and Seth Rollins flirt back and forth via selfies and sexts.

pregnant pause another wrestling fic. Dean Ambrose/Seth Rollins (which still remains one of my favorite pairings). Dean is pregnant and concerned about the symptoms.

#asks #lovetheirloves #fanfic asks #lmao just realized that my wrestling fics have the most kudos #maybe that's a sign to write wrestling again? hmmm #i listed six fics because smoked and always by your side are tied

[mixed-imagination]

Holiday Pranks (Part 1) - John Ambrose x reader

Summary: You and your boyfriend, John Ambrose McClaren, play pranks on each other during a party held at Belleview, a senior citizen center.

Warnings: nothing really, just a lot of FLUFF --- This one-shot is based on the books. There are no spoilers, so don’t worry. However, if you’ve only seen the movie and are confused - Stormy and Alicia are senior residents at Belleview, where Lara Jean volunteers. Stormy is John Ambrose’s great-grandmother. That’s all you need to know.

Word Count: 2,400+

Notes: MERRY CHRYSLER. THIS IS MY GIFT TO YALL! Thanks for being patient and supportive. I love you guys <3

Listen to this beautiful cover while you read! It inspired this fic :3 ~ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4mgUh60_ea8

“Last Christmas, I gave you my heart But the very next day you gave it away! This year, to save me from tears I'll give it to someone special!”

Busy pinning your hair back with a bobby pin, you lean forward and take a closer look at yourself in the mirror Stormy had been holding up for you.  You tsk your tongue in slight disappointment in your appearance.  

The whole day you and Lara Jean had been running around Belleview trying to set things in order for the Christmas party that is to start in an hour. You had been busy decorating, baking, and setting up bingo games for the elderly residents.  All the while you also had been preparing the cute pranks you had planned to pull on John.

For the past two weeks, you and your boyfriend, John Ambrose, have been in this mischievous prank phase. It started when you binge-watched BFvsGF prank videos together.  Ever since then, you’ve been pulling pranks on each other in school and at each other’s houses. In class, you had taped a paper that said “slap my ass” onto John’s back and tied his shoelaces together. He also got you at your house when you had asked him to fetch you a yogurt cup. He fooled you by replacing your vanilla yogurt with mayonnaise - a condiment you unequivocally despise.  Thankfully, the small goofs weren’t serious; no one ever got hurt. 

Tonight, you have a few tricks up your sleeve for John. You had hoped that because it is party day, he had assumed that pranks are off-limits, meaning he would never suspect a thing. However, you know John is a clever boy.

“Come on, sweetheart, you look fine,” Alicia nodded in reassurance.

Stormy flips the hand mirror around. “Hey! I’m not done yet, Stormy,” you protest.

She fluffs her hair and makes a kissy face at her reflection, “Well, I think she looks haggard,” she shrugs.

“Stormy!” you cross your arms.

You didn’t have time to curl your hair or properly apply makeup. You didn’t even have a good outfit for the party.  All you had on is this morning’s eyeliner and mascara; you felt slobbish in your stripped, loose t-shirt dress.

“Stormy, don’t say that. Y/N is beautiful even in her pajamas,” Alicia says.

You huff in frustration, “Thanks, Alicia.” You twist your torso and look around the common area, “Hey, LJ did you finish setting up your gingersnaps?” you call out, knowing she also had been preparing.

At the corner of your eye, you see her peek her head out of the kitchen doorway to spot you before popping out in her dress, “Uh, yes!”

“Wowza! Lara Jean, baby! Forget what I said about you being a girl who gets her heart broken. You are turning into a heartbreaker. You look like Santa’s little helper.” Stormy winks and she laughs.

“Oh stop it, Stormy! Lara Jean will never turn into the likes of you,” Alicia rolls her eyes.

“Excuse me?”

While Stormy and Alicia get into another petty argument, you give a once-over to Lara Jean’s outfit. You didn’t even know she had changed attire already; she looks so pretty with her red lip and her hair down, curled and pinned behind her ears. She’s wearing a velvet, red tank top and skirt with white, faux fur lining the edges, complete with a Santa hat and knee-high boots.

A pang of envy began to grow in the pit of your stomach, obviously set off by Lara Jean’s cute outfit.

You drop your head back and groan, “Ugh, LJ, you look so good!” 

“Oh thanks, Y/N. Peter’s wearing a matching costume.”

“That’s adorable. Hashtag couple goals. I look like a bum though. I’m jealous.”

Stormy turns away from Alicia, “Darling, why don’t you just wear one of my dresses?” 

One of Stormy’s dresses? You knew Stormy’s clothes were a tad bit too spicy for someone her age. You’ve seen her in loose, exotic, scandalous pieces of clothing; you’re sure it’s not your style. You bite the insides of your cheeks, “Uhh... Are you sure it’s going to fit me?”

“Of course! It’s one of my favorite dresses,” she boasts, “Back in my day, I used to wear it to the Drive-In on Friday nights.”

You let out a breath of relief, “Oh thank god, you were talking about your old dress.”

Stormy nods with pride, but then quickly shakes her head in realization, “You cheeky girl! Last year I loaned Lara Jean my old nightgown.” She crosses her arms in an offense, and you laugh.

LJ snickers as well, “She’s right. It was quite racy.”

You sigh, thinking it over.  You look down at your t-shirt dress. It is wrinkled at the edges and has some spots of caramel and flower on it. It wouldn’t be so bad wearing one of Stormy’s dresses, right? You trust her fashion sense. If it was her favorite, it means it has to be at least better than what you’re wearing now. You shrug, “Okay, fine. I’ll try on the dress.”

“Yes!” Stormy and Lara Jean shriek.

~~~

Fifteen minutes later, you are looking at another mirror, except this mirror is in Stormy’s room; it is body length. You graze your thumb over the beaded designs. You smile at your appearance and nod in approval.

“Not bad Stormy,” you twirl. The dress was outdated, you admit. It is a little itchy at the neck hole, but you could live with it. It didn’t fit at first, also, until Lara Jean used her magic skills and used safety pins, so it could hug your body right.

“You look SMOKIN’!” Stormy cackles, “You almost look better than I did when I was seventeen.” The corners of your mouth curve up, and you roll your eyes, “Wow, thanks.”

“No, I’m serious! This dress is a stunner.”

LJ agrees, “You look sultry in that little back dress.”

“It was my lucky charm, you know? I magnetized all the boys. I bet my Johnny is going to love you in it!” Stormy squeals.

“You’re definitely going to distract John, for sure, Y/N. It might be an advantage for your pranks.”

You smirk, “You’re right.”

~~~

The lighting is dimmed down in the common area. Many of the elderly are still pilling in, while some who have already settled in are mingling.  The party has only just started, but you can’t wait for John to fall for your schemes. You had seen him zipping around the center - clearly setting up his own pranks, or else why would he be anywhere but with you? Because it is a holiday party, you had only planned to trick him twice. Hopefully, he goes easy on you.

You are silently standing behind a food table, waiting to serve anyone. You are sneaking some Oreos into your mouth when John finally makes an appearance to you. He’s wearing a gray suit with a baby blue button down. He slides behind the table and places his hand on your side, pulling you into him.

“John!” you giggle.

“Hello, m’lady!” he plants a wet kiss on your cheek before looking down at your apparel. His eyebrows raise, “Wowza.”

“Wowza”? He really is Stormy’s great-grandson. Such a dork.

“Do you like the dress?” you beam up at him.

He nods and kisses your cheek again, “You look adorable, Y/N. So cute.”

You pout as you take a bite out of your Oreo, “Just cute?”

“You look foxy,” he chuckles and moves a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Your eyes roll. 

“What?” John shrugs and slowly leans his head down to your ear. You can feel his breath blow against your cheek. It makes you shiver. “That’s,” his voice is low and raspy, “That’s my dorky way of saying you look sexy.”

The inside of your stomach flips at his unexpected boldness. You bite your lip. John suddenly cracks a smile at your innocent reaction, “Too cute.” He kisses your cheek again before pulling back.

You huff in frustration, wiping your sweaty palms on the tablecloth. John knows you’re putty in his hands; He’s going to pay for teasing you like that.

“Did you know it’s your great-grandmother’s?” you give him a small smile.

John’s eyebrows raise. He opens his mouth but quickly closes it.  He changes the subject, “So what’s in store for tonight? Ballroom dancing? Karaoke? Bingo?”

You laugh, “I think all of those things. You know how Lara Jean is - she planned the whole thing. She’s the boss. I just do what she asks.” You both look over to Lara Jean. She’s handing everyone holiday mint candy, while Peter, dressed in a Santa suit and beard, is goofing off and dancing with Alicia.

This is the moment - the perfect opportunity to catch John off guard and swindle him with your first antic. Karma’s a bitch, Johnny.

“Did you know she baked all the desserts for tonight?” you flutter your lashes up at him.

Along with the store-bought snacks, there were cinnamon buns, gingersnaps, molasses cookies, banana cake, and more - all made by LJ. John looks down and once-overs the many delicious desserts displayed on the table. “I have no doubt that she did.” He eyes the caramel apples.

You grin. Gotchya, bitch. The fish is hooked. It was actually you who had made the caramel apples. Caramel apples are one of John’s favorite sweet treats, so you had to make a special batch made especially for him. Little did he know, the one you’ll be giving him is different.

“Kitty helped LJ make the caramel apples,” you fib, grabbing two sticks of the sticky dessert - one for you and one for John.

John shakes his head, “Man, I miss that small fry.  He automatically takes hold of the skewer, too nostalgic to notice. “She’s a stubborn one, that kid. We should hang out at the Covey house over winter break and visit her.”

You bat your lashes at him, taking a small bite out of your apple, “Mhmm!” you nod, swallowing. 

As John instinctively brings the treat to his mouth, you watch him closely.  His teeth pierce into it, producing a loud crunch noise. His eyes immediately dash to yours. 

Gottem, bitch.

You smirk and put your apple down, preparing your plate of Oreos for your next scheme. John slowly moves the “treat” away from him. His mouth is hanging ajar - the bite he took still sitting in his mouth. 

His eyebrows rise; his eyes look bored with a sinister twang hidden behind it. “Y/N, what is this?” his words are slurred by the food in his mouth.

You snort, “Ew! John! Don’t talk with your mouth full.”

“Don’t talk with my mouth full?” his voice raises, sloppily spitting food bits.

You laugh and shield yourself with your arms up, “John, you’re disgusting.”

John swipes a napkin and spits into it, wiping all evidence away, “Oh, Y/N, I have to admit - that was clever.” The corners of his mouth curve upwards as he takes a step closer, “But you’re so going to get it tonight.” His subtle threat makes your stomach churn.

“But really what the heck was that? Because I know that was not an apple,” his face contorts as he licks his teeth.

“It was an onion, silly” you giggle.

“An onion?” his arm snakes around your waist. “You gave me an onion dipped in caramel? Have you tried it?”

As he moves in closer, you can smell the faint scent of onion coming from his mouth. Your face contorts, “No of course not.”

Suddenly, in one quick movement, John’s face darts towards yours, “Well it is just disgusting!” he smirks, aiming to kiss your mouth.

“Gross!” you laugh, leaning back and pushing his face away from yours.

“Smell it, Y/N! Smell the onion!” he purses his lips, showering your cheeks with pecks. 

You both giggle and laugh at his cute acts of affection. This is why you love John. Although he comes off as a smart, confident guy-that-every-girl-has-a crush-on, if you peel that back and actually get to know him, he’s really just a down-to-earth, goofy teenage boy. You are so thankful to call him yours. Knowing and seeing the real him is such a privilege to you.

“But seriously though,” his face twists, “I can’t get this oniony taste out of my mouth. Yucky.”

“Do you want me to pour you some water?” you offer.

He gives you a look, “No thanks. You’d probably replace my water with urine or something.” 

You roll your eyes, “That’s just nasty. I would never go that far.” 

“Yea, we’ll see. At this rate, who knows what you’re capable of?” he shrugs and smirks. You notice his eyes flash at your plate of Oreos.

GOTTEM AGAIN, bitch.

John has spotted the Oreos. You cheer internally, wishing that he’ll fall for the same trick twice. He’d never expect one prank after another. Also, he’s seen you munching on Oreos this whole time. You’re sure he has no inklings towards them.

He picks up one of your Oreos, “You know what?” 

“Hey! That’s mine. Give it back,” you feign annoyance. 

He shakes his head, “Nope! This is mine now. It’s what you get for catfishing me with an onion,” he pops the whole cookie into his mouth.

Yes! Mission accomplished. The fish has been reeled in.

Again, John’s face deadpans at the strange taste of his Oreo. He immediately grabs his napkin and spits. 

You hop in success, “HA! I got you good McClaren! You’re not the only one who can put mayonnaise into good use.” You had prepared a nasty batch of Oreos with the classic cream replaced with a layer of mayo.

He turns to you; his lips slowly form into a dangerous smirk, “Another prank, Y/N? Wow.” 

The look in John’s eyes playfully screams revenge. You know he’s a big tease, but you’d never seen him get so flirtatiously mischievous. You liked it.

John leans down achingly slow, making your insides flip. He kisses your cheek lightly before bringing them to your ear once again. He whispers - the blow of his voice on your neck giving you goosebumps, “You’re so gonna get it, Y/N. Game on.”

~~~

And that’s part one! I hoped you liked it! Please send in some feedback and more requests! :3 Also, my tag list is open! I just love TATBILB!

ples enjoy this goofy picture of Madeline Arthur, who plays Chris, and Jordan Burtchett who played (and should still be playing <_<) the role of John Ambrose McClaren. Ain’t he handsome?

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Middle of the night (Reader x Peter Kavinsky)

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You didn’t even know why you were here, you didn’t even like parties. At least not the crazy one’s where people just got wasted till the cops came around. Yet you found yourself at Genevieve’s party. The music was blasting so loud, you could hardly hear any conversations. The lights dimmed that you almost tripped over a past out person on your way. The smell of alcohol was to gag for. How could anyone even enjoy those. They tasted like piss or something terribly gross. In every room where people dancing like crazy. Girls squealing loud in your ear as you past them. Putting your fingers in your ears, moved you around them. A bump here and there against you. 

You sighed deep looking around for a quiet place to sit. If it wasn’t for you being the designated driver, you would’ve left the party a while ago. You had literally lost your friend within the first five minutes you arrived at the party. Even though she promised to stay by your side at all times. She knew how introverted you were. Big crowds were not your thing.

You stumbled back just in time as a door swung open. Four football players came out, shouting and cheering loud. They left the door open as you wanted to close it. Your eyes fell inside the room, widening them with curiosity. What were four football players doing on a tiny toilet anyway? You peered inside, suddenly smelling an extreme cigarette sent. Ah of course, smoking. Closing the door quickly, proceeded you, your way around the house. You almost went unnoticed as people easily overlooked you. You ended up in the kitchen. On the table several bowls with chips. Walking around the table, plucked you a few chips to silence your stomach. A guy wanted to offer you some beer. You hastily denied, shaking your head with a mouth full of chips. Licking your lips and wiping your hands, went you on to the next room. Tugging your hands in your back pockets for a moment, overlooked you the room. Girls were dancing on the table, swaying their hips at the upbeat music.

In a corner spotted you a nice place to sit down. With your mind set on it, moved you swiftly towards it. Seating yourself down in a corner of a sofa, exhaled you content. You sat there watching the others, your head bopping a bit at a catchy song. It was fun while it lasted. As the songs progressed and the boredom kicked in, leaned you back in the sofa. Biting your lip, you wondered if you should take it out. Glancing up to everyone didn’t they seem to notice you. Knowing people wouldn’t even care, took you out the book you had been carrying in your purse. A pocket size novel, just small enough to fit in your purse. Smiling content, dived you right into the story. The party and the noise faded away as you got sucked in your own world. With a constant smile on your lips, were you taking in the words like a charm. The story captivating you and shielding you from the real world.

Peter high fived a guy he knew, laughing loud. He pointed at someone else who raised his cup at him. – “Peter!” – He turned around to see Genevieve make her way over to him. He inhaled sharply, preparing himself to talk to her. – “I have been looking everywhere for you.” – called she out, touching his chest. Peter touched his ear, looking around to avoid the question. – “Yeah… uh… I was all over the place.” – chuckled he out. – “No matter, I found you now.” – said Genevieve, her hand sliding up to his neck. 

Peter got startled by it, staggering back. – “Gen…” – called he out nervously, moving her hand away. Genevieve frowned. – “What’s the matter, Peter?” – asked she, tilting her head to the side. Her eyes narrowing a bit at him. It made her look even bitchier at him then usual. Peter swallowed deep. He spotted one of his friends, raising his hand to him. – “Hey!” – called he out. Peter moved past Genevieve as he had no interest into spending time with her. It was like she had forgotten that they had broken up. Peter was still hurting, not sure her intentions were pure or just out of desire.

He made his way through rooms without Genevieve following him. Exhaling deep felt he like escaping the beast. A girl came dancing up against him, making him smile at her for a moment. Vibing with her, moved he on. The girl running her hands through her hair, winking at him. Peter smiled wide, not engaging with her. He turned back around, almost bumping against someone. He was about to move to the next room as he suddenly spotted something. It was so unusual that he leaned back, trying to get a better view of it. Frowning with a smile, wondered he who it was. 

He made his way over, letting himself fall down in the seat beside you. He leaned in closer to you, frowning as if he was trying to catch your name. – “Y/n… you are Y/n, right?” – said he, pointing brief at you. You pulled your book down with a gasp. You squeaked loud, moving your book in front of your face at the sight of Peter. – “Y/n right… did I get it right?” – asked he again, wanting to be sure it was you. You nodded, lowering your book a bit. He smiled at how well he remembered your name. – “What are you doing here all alone?”

You smiled sheepishly, tugging some hair behind your ear. – “I…I…I didn’t think anyone would notice…” – mumbled you out. Peter exhaled deep, moving his hands behind his head, looking up at the ceiling for a moment. – “Are you on an interesting page?” – asked he, turning his face to you. You looked down at your book as if you had forgotten what you were reading. – “They were just about to…” – started you, Peter suddenly plucking your book from your hands. – “Good! I’ll keep this then.” – called he out, getting up. – “Hey!” – shouted you out, getting up as well. – “Give it back, Peter!” – you reached for it, Peter holding his hand against your face to prevent you from reaching it. – “I’ll take good care of it.” – chuckled he out as you gave up. 

He removed his hand from your face, smiling cheeky at you. He tucked the book in his back pocket of his pants. – “Be careful with it.” – said you, reaching for it one more time. – “I’ll take extra care.” – replied he. You squealed loud when he took your wrist, spinning you around. He pulled you close to him, bumping against his side, his arm sliding around your shoulders. – “You won’t leave my side till you’ve had some fun.” – whispered he to you, your head almost in his armpit. – “Reading was fun!” – bit you back at him annoyed. He laughed loud, walking around with you.

Peter leaded you to a not so secluded area where there was enough room to move around. He removed his arm from you, coming to stand before you. You stood still, nervously biting your lip. Peter was swaying his shoulders a bit to get you in the zone. – “Come on Y/n.” – said he, trying to get you to dance. You shook your head, your hands resting against your cheeks. Looking around, ignored you Peter as you felt like everyone was staring at you. Peter slowly removed your hands down, smiling at you. He started making faces whilst dancing to get you to laugh. He dramatically swayed with his body, bopping his head to the beat. 

You still weren’t moving, too shy to dance for so many people. – “They aren’t watching!” – called Peter out, leaning into you for you to surely hear. Pressing your lips together, shook you, your head again. Peter wasn’t going to take no for an answer, reaching for your hands. He took a hold of them, but you immediately pulled them back at his touch. Peter could tell this wasn’t working. – “Close your eyes Y/n.” – called he out over the loud music. You blinked confused to his request. – “Close your eyes.” – repeated he, lowering his head to you. – “Trust me.” – he let his forehead come in contact with yours.

You looked nervously around, not even wanting to close your eyes. – “Trust me.” – said he, his body still moving to the beat. You took a deep breath, closing your eyes. Peter pulled back, taking a moment to smile. You flashed your eyes open at the touch of his hands go around your waist. – “Peter!” – called you out, pushing him off you. His hands shot up in defense. – “I’m not going to do anything weird… just trust me.” – you crossed your arms, not taking the bait. – “Come on do you truly think I’m that kind of guy, Y/n?” – He tilted his head to the side with a loud hum. Of course you knew he wasn’t that kind of guy. Taking another deep breath, closed you, your eyes again. 

“I’m not going to do anything I promise…” – said he whilst slowly moving his hands towards your waist. You held your breath, your muscles pulling together at his touch. You exhaled in stutters, trying to compose yourself. You squeezed your eyes tighter shut at Peter’s body pressing against yours. Biting your lip, felt you his hand sway your hip in a direction. He swayed your other hip in the same direction, bringing some movement in your hips. He started slow, his upper body copying the movement. He started swaying your hips from side to side against his. His movement leading you. Wanting to have some grip, moved you, your hands up his back.

Peter started to mouth the lyrics of the song with a bit of sound. You laughed at that. The beat kicking in as you felt it slip through your body. With your eyes closed, could you focus more on the music. you mouthed out some of the lyrics to your own surprise. Peter opened his mouth in surprise that you were singing along as well. You were even swaying your shoulders, letting your head back a bit. Peter was smirking that you were finally having a bit of fun. He cheered loud, startling you. 

You shot your head back up, opening your hands with a hand pressed against his chest. Peter chuckled a bit guilty at ruining your dance moment. You were suddenly aware of your surroundings again, pushing Peter a bit back. – “No one was watching. I promise Y/n.” – you didn’t want to hear it, removing his hands from you. – “Can I have my book back now?” – you held your hand out to him. Peter thought for a moment, looking up to the ceiling. – “If I get to drive you home?” – suggested he, bending a bit down to equal your height. You sputtered words out, caught by surprise. – “Why would you do that?”

Peter quirked his eyebrow up. – “Cause I want to.” – answered he with a smirk. You exhaled deep, crossing your arms. – “Too bad I have to drive my friend home.” – informed you him with quirky smile. – “Not a problem for me at all.” – he curled up a smile that would make any girl go nuts. You kept staring at Peter, trying to figure out his purpose. A loud stumbling pulled your attention. A girl had fallen flat down on the ground, her leg up, laying against the table. Some guys were laughing, pulling their phone out to take pictures of it. Your eyes widened, seeing that it was your friend. Gasping loud, came you running over. Spreading your arms, you wanted to shield them from your friend. 

They kept laughing and taking pictures as it made you upset. – “Y/n…” – groaned your friend out from the floor. Peter came over as well, blocking the view of the guys. – “Alright show me your phone’s, right now!” – insisted he as you knelt down to help out your friend. – “Delete them now!” – heard you Peter call out in a stern tone. – “You okay Liz?” – asked you, helping her a bit up. – “I want to go home…” – said she, almost passing out again. You looked up to Peter, who looked down at you.

He helped you get her up to her feet. – “I’ve got it.” – said you once she was on her feet, leaning on you. Your knees were trembling from her weight as you almost laid yourself on the ground. – “I’m driving remember.” – replied he with a wink. He took your friend, moving her arm over his shoulder. Supporting her, took he her full weight on him. You cleared the path, pushing people aside. You swung the door open, leaving the party. Your ears sounded weird as if there was a prop in it. – “My car is just over there.” – stated you, pointing forwards. Liz made a gaging sound as Peter widened his eyes. She leaned her entire body towards the grass. 

You rushed to his side, moving that side of her body back up. – “Not here Liz, please not here.” – whispered you at her. Genevieve would be pissed if someone vomited in her front yard. You let go of Liz once near your car. You quickly unlocked it, opening the backdoor to her. Peter helped her sit down and get comfortable. – “Thanks, Peter!” – exclaimed you, shutting the door on her. Peter grinned, snatching the car keys from you. – “Like I said, I’m driving.” – reminded he you. Rolling your eyes at him, let you have his way.

Peter got behind the wheel as you came sitting in the front with him. He started the car, looking over his shoulder to your friend who was mumbling to herself half unconscious. – “Where to?” – you gave him her address. He started to drive off slowly, making sure she wouldn’t puke in your car. – “You really didn’t have to do that.” – said you after a while. – “Well, I…” – he stopped midsentence, moving his butt up. He pulled out your book from his back pocket that clearly had been bugging him whilst sitting on it. – “I believe this is yours.” – said he, handing it to you. You accepted it, tugging it away in your purse. Liz was groaning from the backseat, making you turn your head at her. – “If you must go, let me now alright.” – you for sure didn’t want her to vomit in your car. 

It wasn’t even yours; it was your dad’s car. You would be death if something happened to it. Peter focused on the road as you leaned against your arm, gazing out of the window. Peter bit his lip a bit, gazing at you. You kept pulling his attention towards you. He was admiring you. Liz mumbled some words. – “Y/n…” – groaned she out, clutching onto her stomach. You lifted your head a bit up, having dozed a bit off. – “Y/n…” – repeated she, suddenly moving her hand to her mouth. You heard her gaging sound, making you widen your eyes. – “Stop the car!” – yelled you out.

Peter pulled his attention to the front, hitting the brakes fast. Your body shot a bit forwards as the car came to a stop. Removing the seatbelt from around you, jumped you out of the car. You opened her car door, clicking her seatbelt off. Peter had come out of the car as well, rushing around to your side. You helped Liz out of the car as Peter assisted. Liz swung her arm around, one hand over her mouth. She made way as Peter, and you took a step back. She stumbled to the side of the road, bending down. You rushed to her side, holding her hair out of the way. She emptied her stomach on the side of the road. 

Peter staring at the road. – “Peter, some tissues!” – ordered you. He got in motion, rushing to your side of the car. He searched in your purse for tissues, coming across your phone. He pushed it aside, finding the tissues. Peter rushed back to you, handing them over. You gave a few to Liz, to wipe her mouth clean. – “Thank you, Y/n.” – cried Liz out. You patted her on the back, letting her know it was nothing. Once feeling better, seated Liz herself back in the car.

“Sorry you had to see that.” – said you, standing with Peter just behind the car. – “Nah it’s all good.” – answered he, his hands tugged inside his jacket’s pockets. – “Your very sweet.” – confessed you, blowing on your hands for some warmth. Peter removed his hands out of his pocket, grabbing for yours. He pulled you closer to him, tugging your hands in his pockets. You glanced up to him in wonder. – “You might think you don’t stand out… but you do to me, Y/n.” – your lips parted a bit, gaping at him. – “Peter…” – whispered you out. He leaned down with his head, closer to yours. You would normally freak out for doing this, but the way Peter was gazing at you, made you beg for it. Biting your lip a bit, swallowed you gently. Peter’s eyes scanned your entire face, flashing up and down. 

He came leaning in closer, the space between the two of you thinning out. You started to reach up to him as well, getting on the tips of your toes. How much space was there even? You were craving, wondering what it would feel like to kiss him. To have his lips on yours. You let your eyes go down to his lips, feeling his breath intertwine with yours. Slowly closing your eyes, knew you that it was close. His lips were inches away from yours. They started to tingle with craving for his taste.

Peter leaned in a bit more his lips almost touching yours. - “Y/n!” – your eyes shut open, staggering back from Peter. Peter was startled as well by Liz’s loud voice. – “Y/n!” – called she out, wanting to have you near her. You looked at Peter for a moment, before leaving his side to go over to her. Peter scratched his fingers in his hair, exhaling deep as if he needed the tension to leave his body. Liz looked miserable, telling you she wanted her bed. You nodded, crawling in the backseat with her. Peter got back in the car as well, looking at you through the front mirror. Liz had wrapped her arms around you, her head laying on your stomach. Peter started the car again, driving off. You shushed Liz, stroking her forehead. It kept your mind of the almost kiss with Peter. You felt guilty for being a bit upset at Liz for interrupting. 

You knew she didn’t mean to or had no idea of what was going on. Yet, you wondered what it would be like if she hadn’t interrupted it. Peter staid silent for the rest of the ride. He dropped your friend carefully at home. You opened the car door, coming to sit beside him again. – “How will you go home now?” – wondered you. If he had dropped you off, was he stranded at your place. He smiled. – “I’ll walk.” – said he, making you gape at him. – “I can’t let you do that!” 

“You… you can crash on our sofa. It’s way too late for you to walk home.” – Peter nodded, not arguing with you. He drove over to your house. He staid behind you as you informed your parents about the situation. He was more then welcome to crash the night. Peter sat down in the sofa as you provided him with a blanket. – “If you need anything just text me.” – Peter accepted the blanket of you, humming softly. You wanted to leave when Peter grabbed your wrist, holding you in place. His head went slowly up to you. He didn’t need words for you to understand what he meant. You nodded, pressing your lips on one another. Peter smiled, laying himself down as he let go of your hand. You took a deep breath, making your way upstairs. On your way to your room, got you a text. It made you smile as it was from Peter. You replied to it, getting into bed.

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𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵 | john ambrose mcclaren x covey!reader

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you try to prove to your boyfriend that there can be more than one baker in the covey family, only for it to go horribly wrong

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“ARE YOU SURE YOU CAN DO THIS BY YOURSELF?” John Ambrose asks from the other side of the phone.

(Y/N) rolls her eyes at him. “What? You think I can’t do it?”

John laughs. “No, I just thought Lara Jean was the baker in the family”

“I can bake too!!”

(Y/N) pulls out the chocolate chip cookie recipe from the magnet on the refrigerator and holds it up in front of her like she’s presenting for school. She reads off the ingredient list as John reassures her he has everything he needs on his end.

That’s when the baking starts. Step 1. Preheat the oven to 375 degrees Fahrenheit. Check! Step 2. Mix 1 teaspoon of baking soda, 1/2 a teaspoon of salt, and 2 1/4 cups of flour in a small mixing bowl. Step 3. In a large mixing bowl, beat 1 cup of softened butter, 3/4 cup of granulated sugar, and 3/4 cup of brown sugar until creamy. 

(Y/N) holds a mixing bowl up to her phone. “Do you think this is big enough?” She asks and John looks at her like she asked the dumbest question in the world.

“It’s bigger than your head. I think it’s fine”

(Y/N) scoffs but continues working on the recipe and reading it out loud. Her eyes land on softened butter and she has a mini panic attack. Hers wasn’t softened. Just slightly less cold. And being the girl she is, she quickly throws on a jacket and puts the sticks of butter in her armpits for 5 minutes.

John asks what the holdup is and (Y/N) quickly makes up the excuse of measuring something by not adding enough. John believes her, and she breathes a sigh of relief when she pulls the butter out and it softens them on only the outer layer.

“Good enough” she mumbled as she proceeds to beat her mixture with a handheld mixer.

Step 4. Beat in 1 egg and one teaspoon vanilla into the wet mixture.

“How’s yours turning out (Y/N)?” John asks cheerfully, and she replies with confidence.

“Mine’s actually not going that bad. And to think you had no confidence in me!”

Her boyfriend holds his hands up in defeat. “You’re right. I should never have doubted you”

(Y/N) smiles. The recipe is almost done. Step 5.  Slowly blend in the dry mixture into the wet mixture until dough is stiff.

(Y/N) peeks over at the camera and so far their two bowls look exactly the same. (Y/N) was starting to think that the softened butter wasn’t such a big deal after all.

Finally, step 6. Add in the chocolate chips and put it in the oven for 8-10 minutes.

The two set finish their batches and place them in the oven. Once the timers are set, (Y/N) leans over the counter and talks with him.

“This actually went better than I thought it would” remarks (Y/N).

“Much better than the last time we baked. That was in person and you couldn’t stop double checking the recipe for 1 minute”

(Y/N)’s jaw drops. “I’m sorry that I’m trying to be precise. Baking is a science. Everything has to be done exactly like the recipe or it will turn out terrible”

A voice whispers in the back of the girl’s mind that she is contradicting what happened a few minutes ago, but she ignores it.

When the oven goes off, (Y/N) pulls the sheet out of the oven and looks them over. They look nice. They look good.

After about 2 minutes, John tastes his, and of course they turn out perfect. (Y/N) reluctantly goes to taste one of her’s on camera.

As soon as her fingers touch the cookie, she realizes she messed up. They’re rock solid. She brings it to her mouth and the cookie collapses in her mouth in a sandy mess.

John doesn’t laugh at her, although if it were the opposite situation, she would’ve laughed at him.

“What went wrong with yours?” He asks and (Y/N) looks at him pouting.

“I forgot to soften my butter” She mumbles and John looks at her sympathetically.

“And what did we learn?”

(Y/N) carries the batch of cookies to the garbage and recites. “Always follow the recipe, especially when it comes to softened butter because cold butter with change the outcome drastically as it mixes with ingredients differently than room temperature butter”

John looks impressed. “Not what I asked for, but I’m also not disappointed. I’ll send you some cookies when I drive by later,” He says and (Y/N) thanks him profusely.

She waves bye to him and ends the call just as Lara Jean enters the kitchen. “Weren’t you making cookies today?” She asks and I sigh dramatically.

“I didn’t soften the butter, and the cookies were a tragedy, ”

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✘ CHAPTER UPDATE ✘

Ch. 29 - Team Justice

Jamie, Sheamus, and Ryback - Team Justice - face off against the Shield at Elimination Chamber 2013. It’s a whirlwind match filled with near-falls, ripped shirts, and simmering stare-downs that leave Jamie fully flustered. 

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Hello i need a fanfic of lara jean and john ambrose mcclaren please stop sleeping on them

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[fangirlinpod]

New Episode Is Up!

After a week off (due to Brandi being sick), we continue our Top Ten Countdown as we discuss Brandi's #9 Episode, "Dream a Little Dream of Me."

It has some Major Feelings.

And of course, This Week in Fangirlin'!

And 8 minutes into this Shane Dawson video, you will question everything you know about Post Malone and Justin Bieber!

https://youtu.be/_53cGxAUuDk

And of course our Fanfic of the Week!

Peanut Butter Pumpkin Wedding Cake by sparseparsley

https://archiveofourown.org/works/223962

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Chasing Ghosts

Description: Yovanna made a name for herself at a young age as the world's woman champion, her new found fame got her into wwe where she not only got in fueds with the authority, the shield, and Randy ortan. But somehow she ends up in a love triangle with the enemy and her ex love and a fling.

Chapter One ➛- Rising High (X)

Chapter Two ➛- Strangers (X)

Chapter Three ➛- One Good Mistake (X)

Chapter Four ➛- No Option (X)

Chapter Five ➛- Cool Kids (X)

Chapter Six ➛- Mother's Daughter (X)

Chapter Seven ➛- Beautiful Mistakes (X)

Chapter Eight ➛- Bitter Sweet Win (X)

Chapter Nine ➛- Enemies (X)

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[inhale-fandoms-exhale-asdfghjkl]

what your favourite of Rory's boyfriends/love interests says about you (to me):

Logan: He's cute, he's smart, he's rich, he's charming, he's supportive and he brings out a different side in Rory. He's exactly the kind of boyfriend Rory needed in college. In theory, I get it and i respect your decison. However, there are things about him that i just can't get behind but overall he's not the worst boyfriend (when he's not cheating). I also believe that the only reason Logan gets away with what he does is because he is so damn charming. If he wasn't i think more people would see that he's actually just manipulative. Also, he is arrogant and lazy with no real ambition despite the fact that he actually has the smarts and capability to do whatever he wanted. If you are team Logan you probably like the playboy who ends up falling in love trope. Also you probably always fall for men who you know are never going to be able to commit and therefore have no real future with. I also get mafia au fic reader vibe from y'all. I can't explain it.

Tristan: bitch, no. You're just simping for Chad Michael Murray.

Dean: Honestly there are only three reasons you could be a Dean fan: 1. You've just started watching the show for the first time and you're still on season 1. 2. You just love avoiding red flags because this man is a walking red flag. And with that i say get some therapy, please. This man ain't worth shit. If a man treats you like this and you think it's okay. It's not. He exhibits extremely abusive and toxic behaviour. I could write an essay on this man but I don't actually think I could get through it. I am so appalled by the show constantly trying to tell us that he's the "perfect boyfriend". It's 2022 guys, let's stop pretending like Dean is even an option. 3. you're a supernatural fan and you just love Jared Padalecki.

Jess: You're that person that when you search for fanfics you put the filter on for "angst". You probably love the bad boy with a heart of gold who hates everyone but her trope and you are definitely an introvert. You also appreciate a partner with similar interests and passions as you and someone who you match with intellectually. Also, i hate to break it to ya but you probably need therapy too. Either you got daddy issues or you're one of those people who always think they can "fix" people or you spend a lot of energy projecting yourself onto fictional characters to avoid real life problems. Teenage Jess is not someone you should want to be your boyfriend because there's no way that's going to end well. However, s6 onwards Jess, yes. We love mature adult Jess who is happy and has a stable life and career and has moved on from his issues in a healthy way. He's the only person in Rory's life who genuinely believes in and actively supports her by being honest with her and never sugar-coating things. He is never afraid to put her in her place (which quite frankly both of the gilmore girls need someone to do this). Whether you ship them or not, these two are meant to be in each other's lives if not just to inspire each other to be the best versions of themselves.

Also, you're definitely in love with Milo Venitmiglia.

Marty: You're a pretty neutral person. You probably just love a good friends-lovers trope. In every series with a love triangle, you probably always prefer the one they don't end up with in the end. Like the Gale or Jacob or John Ambrose, etc. He genuinely really cared for Rory and was a great match for her and they probably would have been a good couple and its unfortunate the show never explored this.

#i tried to be unbiased but i don't think it shows #i really exposed myself with the jess one huh #also dont get offended. this is just my opinion and you dont have to take it seriously. #im just bored and i wrote this #feel free to add your own opinions #i personally don't get the chad michael murray thing. can someone explain it to me? #jess mariano #logan huntzberger #dean forester #tristan dugray #rory gilmore #literati #gilmore girls #jess x rory

[empireofwrestlemania]

The SummerSlam Annual Gala

The gardens and entryway of King John Cena’s grand castle estate were looking utterly immaculate in preparation for his annual ball. The entire castle staff had been working endlessly for weeks now to ensure that everything would be ready in time. The flowers growing in the royal gardens were in full bloom, a stunning array of vibrant colours and smells. The cobbled pathways through the gardens had been swept, and the moss and ivy growing on the stone walls around the estate had been trimmed back.

Within the palace, everything was decorated in a colour scheme of orange and deep green. King John loved his bright colours, and every year for the SummerSlam ball, he would decorate the castle in a different colour scheme. From the carpets that lined the halls to the curtains adorning the windows, the elegant tapestries decorating the walls and the tablecloths beneath the banquet platters, everything was beautifully coordinated, just the way he liked it.

King John’s ballroom was the grandest in the Empire, even moreso than that of the Emperor himself. It was technically comprised of two rooms - a banquet hall and the actual ballroom - but the wall separating them consisted of a dozen or more elegant arches that barely acted as a divider. A second floor balcony wrapped around both rooms and ran across the top of the dividing wall, allowing those upstairs to gaze down upon both the ball and the banquet.

The banquet hall had been set up buffet style, the banquet tables covered with all the best food from across the Empire. A listing of all the food available at the banquet had been included along with the invitations, and it was a length one. There were at least twelve types of main courses, along with a multitude of side dishes, finger foods, drinks, and desserts. Scattered around the room were several tables with a handful of chairs at each one, so that guests could sit down and enjoy their food if they wished. For months, the castle’s cooks and servants had been preparing the perfect menu. King John had taken care to ensure that there was food available for everyone - including Queen Nikki’s sister, Brie, who lived in the depths of the Wooded Kingdom and didn’t eat anything that came from an animal.

To entertain the partygoers, a number of bards from across the Empire had been hired to perform in intervals. Among them were the Stone Kingdom’s famed Aiden English, the legendary drifter Elias Samson, and Cenation’s own Chris Jericho, a wandsmith who enjoyed performing and making music on the side.

The castle servants had been working overtime, though few minded the extra workload. King John was good to his servants - he paid them well, he treated them with dignity and respect, and most enjoyed working for him. Many of his guests had brought a handful of their own servants with them, a tradition that dated back to the first annual SummerSlam gala. King John had recommended that all of the nobles bring two or three of their servants with them in order to help his servants manage the extra workload that would come with having so many guests, and since then, without being requested, all nobles did it consistently.

Over the course of the last two days, guests had been steadily arriving. Those who had to travel a long distance had been welcomed to arrive early, and so, the guest rooms of the castle were filling up. King Hunter had arrived first, along with Queen Stephanie. King Neville had brought a guest for the first time, sparking a ripple of murmurs throughout the castle. King Baron, however, had arrived alone, as expected. Minor nobles had been invited, too - Lord Bobby Roode had arrived from Flair Queendom, and Empire Minora’s own Lord Randy Orton would be attending that evening.

With the preparations completed and the night drawing near, all were ready. The guests were on their way, King John was about to explode with anticipation, and the servants were ready for a long night of replenishing dishes, serving drinks, and tidying messes. The castle was ready, the employees were ready, and the nobles were ready.

The guests arrived by carriage, save for those who had taken up King John’s offer of lodging within the castle. Many of the townsfolk would go outside and line the streets to watch the procession of carriages as they arrived and made their way to the castle. The guards, of course, lined the streets as well to keep the townspeople back.

At the castle, the carriages would enter the walls of the estate, ride up the wide cobble path to the castle doors, and then stop one at a time. The person or people within the carriage would exit, and then the carriage would do a loop of the estate and leave down the other side of the road up which they’d come, resulting in two neat lines of carriages heading in opposite directions.

The guests who had already arrived were mingling about in the ballroom, and an announcer was placed by the ballroom doors to announce the guests as they arrived. It didn’t take long for the space to start filling up as the royals and nobles of the Empire gathered together.

By the time it was an hour past sunset, the vast majority of the guests had arrived. Some had started dancing, some mingled and talked, while others had made their way into the banquet hall to eat. The only person they hadn’t noticed yet was the Emperor himself. He tended to be the last to arrive and the first to leave. All would have noticed his arrival as he was announced, and all guests would have been expected to stop what they were doing and stand at attention.

Finally, though, a steady silence fell over the ballroom as the grand doors opened and in walked the Emperor, Vince McMahon in all his glory. He was dressed in grand robes of black, red, and blue with draping sleeves and bulky pauldrons. Atop his grey hair sat a magnificent golden crown with tall spikes and hundreds of assorted gemstones. It glittered as the ballroom lights hit it, reminding all the Kings and Queens in the room that he was greater than any of them.

“His most regal majesty, ruler of the lands, leader of all armies, creator of the Hall of Fame, owner of the Empire of Wrestlemania, the great and powerful Emperor Vincent Kennedy McMahon,” relayed the announcer with a steady confidence in his voice - he had clearly done this before, and he knew exactly what he was saying. “Her most royal majesty, the great and beautiful wife of the ruler of the lands, the Empress Linda McMahon,” he continued, and all eyes fell upon the Emperor’s wife. Her blue eyes sparkled, and she briefly lifted a hand to give a slight wave. Her gown was mostly a cream colour, with a wide skirt covered in ruffles. The bodice was black and covered in cream ruffles and pearls, and the short sleeves hung off her narrow shoulders.

One by one, the people within the room dropped into bows and curtsies, knowing they had to hold them until the Emperor addressed them. He let them stay there for several long moments, the knees of some ladies within the room growing weak, until finally he spoke. “Carry on.” It was all he said, but in that instant, he broke the tension in the room. Almost immediately, the guests returned to what they had been doing. Those on the dance floor resumed their dances. Those in the banquet hall sat down and began to eat again. And the Emperor and his wife became just another set of faces in the SummerSlam Annual Gala.

The Emperor had two children with his wife, Shane and Stephanie. Any noble or royal within the Kingdom, assuming nobody could hear, would readily tell you that Stephanie was the favoured child. Nobody could really be certain why - perhaps it was because she shared his cold, ruthless attitude towards the people of the Empire, or perhaps it was simply a result of Vince’s preference for the fairer sex. Regardless of what it was, Stephanie was doted upon, leaving her brother to work for everything he had.

The wife of Three Isle Kingdom’s ruler, King Hunter, Stephanie had everything she could possibly ask for. She loved her husband dearly, and they made a formidable pair - most within the Empire feared Three Isle Kingdom, known for its bloodthirsty set of rulers. Tonight, though, the cruelty and harshness of the King and Queen was hidden behind laughter and smiles as they mingled about the ballroom.

Stephanie’s gown may not have been the most beautiful one there, but on her, it did look striking. The black skirt was long and narrow, consisting of several bunched layers. The black bodice was low-cut and covered in green lace, and the green lace continued into a set of sleeves that came down to her elbows. Green beads were scattered throughout the lace of her top, and when the Queen walked, a stylish pair of black shoes with more green lace and beads could be seen beneath the skirt of her gown. For the occasion, Stephanie had opted to leave her brown hair down in loose waves that tumbled down her back, and her harsh smirk was replaced with a friendly, outgoing smile.

“Shane!” she chimed when she saw her brother, hurrying towards him. A smile came to his lips and he opened his arms to embrace his sister, exchanging kisses on one anothers’ cheeks.

“Stephanie, my dear sister, always a delight,” he said, taking her hands in his and smiling.

“Who is this lovely guest of yours?” Stephanie asked, her eyes turning suspiciously towards the woman at Shane’s side. She’d never seen this woman before, with the short hair dyed pink and blue and the elegant, angular eyes. The woman remained silent, a pleasant smile on her lips.

“This is Asuka, a friend,” Shane responded, delicately dropping his sisters hands to place a polite hand on Asuka’s back. Her gown was vibrant and full of colours - the upper body of the dress was low cut with narrow straps, and it was black with elegant patterns of red and gold on it. The skirt, though, burst into almost a rainbow - several ruffled layers of greens, turquoises, reds, oranges, and pinks. It wasn’t terribly wide, but would still swish beautifully if she were to dance.

“Only a friend?” asked Stephanie, and Shane laughed.

“Yes, dear sister, only a friend,” he said. “I wished not to come to the ball alone for a third year in a row, so I invited her along.”

“It is a pleasure to meet you,” Asuka said in a polite tone, her voice tinted with a strong accent as she gave Stephanie a small curtsy.

“And you,” said Stephanie, though her tone sounded much less sincere. “I should continue to mingle, but do save me a dance, dear brother.”

“I couldn’t forget a dance with my sister,” Shane replied with a grin and a nod.

“Enjoy the ball!” Stephanie chimed before heading off in the direction of her husband, who was all but making a beeline towards the Emperor and Empress.

“Psst! Valerie!”

Startled, the fairy servant whirled around at the sound of her name. Behind her stood another servant, a much shorter brunette with a big grin on her lips.

“Ashley!”

The fairy, Valerie, grinned as she saw her friend, beginning to excitedly flutter her large purple wings. Delicately, she set down the tray of wine glasses she’d been carrying and moved forward to give her a big hug.

“It’s been too long, Valerie, how have you been?” Ashley asked, hugging her friend tightly.

“I’ve been well! Are the others here?” Valerie asked, taking a moment to glance around.

“No, Eleanora didn’t come because she’s a cook in the castle, and the others just weren’t chosen. Are you here with Vince, then?” asked Ashley, but Valerie shook her head.

“No,” she replied. “I was actually transferred to King John’s service shortly after you left. I live here now!”

“Oh! That’s wonderful!” Ashley said, grinning. “Is King John better than the Emperor?”

“In leaps and bounds,” Valerie replied, letting out a soft laugh. “He’s so kind and respectful towards his servants - he has a great deal of appreciation for the work we do, and he makes sure to show it. He takes the time to learn and use our names, he remembers our birthdays, and he’s constantly thanking us for all our hard work. It’s amazing - how are King Hunter and Queen Stephanie? As bad as everyone hears?”

“If you work hard it’s not so bad,” Ashley said with a shrug. “They’re scary though - they keep heads on pikes outside the castle. And the head servant is a dark elf because they see her as a danger to the Empire, so apparently keeping her under King Hunter’s control is the best way to make sure she’s not dangerous.”

“That says a lot about King Hunter,” Valerie said softly, shaking her head. “Just work hard and stay safe.”

“Already on it,” Ashley replied, giving a grin. “Who’s that over there, talking to Vince?”

Valerie turned around, following Ashley’s gaze. She spotted Vince, her old boss, engaged in conversation with an unfamiliar pair of men she’d never seen before. The first was a short and somewhat round man, balding in the front with long hair in the back. He was clad in simple dress attire, and he was speaking quite animatedly to the Emperor. Vince was responding in kind, both men’s hands moving somewhat with the pace of their conversation.

Beside the first unfamiliar man was a second. This one was tall and bulky, with strong features and short blond hair. He also wore dress attire, his somewhat fancier than that of the other man, and there was a black cloak draped over his shoulders. He was looking around slowly, and there was a concerned look on his face, like a child afraid to be caught someplace they ought not to be.

“I haven’t a clue,” Valerie replied. “I’ve never seen him before in my life.”

On the dance floor, King Neville and his guest were surprising the other royalty, twirling about seemingly endlessly. Neville had never been known to be one for dancing, but he’d also never been known as one who would bring guests to the SummerSlam Gala. He usually just skulked about in a corner, mingled briefly, and then left early.

“You know,” he murmured in the ear of his guest, his voice soft even though he didn’t need to speak at all, “it may just be a good thing that we only hear one another. If we could read minds, we’d have uncovered at least three plots against the Emperor so far tonight.”

“Is that...a problem that comes up often at these events?” Selene murmured curiously, and the King gave her a slight nod.

“It is,” he said. “You didn’t think that all of the Emperor’s inner circle agreed with his politics and supported him wholly, did you? I mean, you know I couldn’t care less either way, but it does make these events...rather interesting.”

A soft, musical laugh left Selene’s lips. Her dark curls were piled into an elegant updo atop her head, and her beautiful violet ballgown was coordinated with the light purples in Neville’s dress suit. Her dress featured short cap sleeves, and the bodice and ends of the skirt were embroidered with glittering silver designs that shone in the lights of the ballroom.

Together, the pair of them moved flawlessly. Despite Neville not being one for dancing, and Selene not having the experience, their connection allowed them to anticipate every movement. They were, without a doubt, the stars of the dance floor that evening. Each motion was perfect. As the song came to an end, they stepped apart, their eyes locking.

“Another dance?” murmured Selene’s voice within Neville’s mind.

“The longer we dance, the longer I get to avoid having to speak with the others,” Neville replied, and though he didn’t roll his eyes, Selene knew that he didn’t need to. She could feel his irritation towards the rest of the nobles and royalty in the ball, and she gave him a nod. As the next song started, they took up their beginning positions. Selene had a feeling that her feet were going to be sore as anything come morning.

“Pardon me, my lady, but would you fancy a dance?”

Faith glanced up from the glass of wine in her hand, raising an eyebrow at the sight of Lord Randy Orton. A nobleman here in Empire Minora, he had quite a reputation - and not a good one.

“Oh, no, your lordship, but thank you,” Faith responded, quickly turning around. She scanned the crowd, trying to figure out who she could approach to keep her away from Lord Randy. The young woman dancing with King Neville would have been a safe bet, had she not been busy dancing. With King Neville. 

“My lady-” started Lord Randy, but before he could finish his sentence, Faith spotted someone safe.

“Lady Nia!” she called out in a gentle voice, hurrying towards the other woman. She’d met her a few times before, mostly in passing, but she’d always felt good vibes from the woman. Lady Nia was a fairy, with the most beautiful wings Faith had ever seen - large, and a deep shade of violet, with lighter purple tips and matching coloured veins. They were mostly opaque, letting through little light, and they sparkled when the light hit them - a rarity among fairies in the Empire.

“Lady Faith,” said the other woman, turning around and smiling as she saw her approaching. Lady Nia was always exquisitely dressed, and tonight was no exception. Matching her wings, the skirt of the diplomat’s gown was a deep violet colour. It was wide and swished as she turned, while the corseted black bodice accentuated her curves well. The short sleeves came off her shoulders, trimmed with silver embroidery at the ends.

“You look lovely! Your gown is so beautiful - when I saw it, I just had to come over and comment on it,” Faith said.

“Oh really?” Nia asked, a slight smirk on her lips. Faith bit her lip slightly, glancing over her shoulder. Lord Randy was now standing near King John, but his eyes were on her and Nia.

“Well, there’s also Lord Randy,” Faith said in a soft voice. “He asked me to dance, but I don’t want to.”

“There’s no harm in a dance,” said Nia, her own tone soft. “Dancing isn’t the same as courtship. If he wants to dance and you don’t think he’s going to leave you alone until he gets a dance, you might be better off just dancing with him to be done with it.”

“I’m not sure that will work,” Faith replied.

“I’d offer to let you stay with me all evening, but I’m going to be on and off the dance floor,” Nia said. “Speaking of the dance floor - I see my cousin. I should go and ask him for a dance, it seems only fitting.”

Faith turned, following Nia’s gaze to see King Rock entering. He had his signature grin on, looking bright and dazzling as ever.

“Why can’t someone like your cousin want to court me? I’d love to marry a King,” Faith said, and Nia laughed, gently smacking Faith’s arm.

“Don’t you say that,” she said, shaking her head. “He’s my cousin! And my boss. And my King.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll stop talking about your cousin that way,” Faith said with a laugh. “Go dance with him. I’ll try to avoid Lord Randy on my own until you get back.”

“Good luck,” Nia said, patting Faith gently on the back before heading towards her newly-arrived cousin. Faith took a sip of her wine, watching Nia greet the King with a curtsy - and then watching the King take her in a big hug, which made Nia laugh, and Faith as well.

“Lady Nia looks lovely tonight, doesn’t she?” said a voice from beside her, and when she turned, her eyes widened at the sight of Lord Randy.

“How did you get here so fast?” she asked. “You were over there with King John last I saw.”

“There’s a reason they call met he Viper,” Randy said with a grin. “Perhaps you’d fancy a dance now?”

“No, but thank you for asking,” Faith replied, irritated that he was continuing to ask. To her surprise, he said nothing more, instead simply walked away. She breathed a sigh of relief. He was gone.

One might expect the three rulers of the Kingdom of Gold to arrive together - ideally in a carriage made of gold - but that couldn’t have been further from the case. Whispers had wandered the Kingdom that their relationships with one another were struggling, and their distinctly separate arrivals from one another did nothing to dispel the rumours.

King Dean was the first to arrive. He loved attending King John’s galas, since he loved to have fun, and so he arrived early in the evening. On his arm was a beautiful blonde fairy with large red wings. Her gown was nothing too fancy - a simple red ballgown with beading and a bunched skirt. “The head servant,” whispered one of King John’s servants to one of Queen Charlotte’s servants. “Lots of people were saying she’d been having some sort of romantic affair with one of the Kings - suppose there’s no question about it now.”

They headed straight for the dance floor, sharing a dance with one another. It was clear to any onlookers that the fairy woman was not terribly well-versed in ballroom dancing, but King Dean did a good enough job leading that he managed to escape without having any of his toes stepped upon. Then, they went to the banquet table for a glass of wine.

A few of the other Kings approached him to share their greetings. He introduced his fairy to all of them - “This is Renee, my date for this evening,” - and all shook or kissed her hand. Most seemed happy for him, though the roll of his eyes that King Hunter gave when he turned away was anything but discreet.

King Roman showed up second. On his arm was another beautiful woman, with dark skin and tinges of auburn throughout her hair. She was dressed in a black ballgown, the skirt falling in three tiers. The end of each tier was decorated in pearls and white lace, as was the bodice. The sleeves came down just above her elbows, and they were trimmed in the same lace and pearls as the gown. The black and white was a common look for King Roman - dressing her to match was his way of indicating that the woman he’d brought with him was more than just his date for the evening.

The first person to approach him, much to the surprise of all, was The Undertaker, King of the Demon Kingdom. He himself was clad in his usual black garb, robes with the hood drawn up. The young male companion who had arrived with him was nowhere to be seen. There was a concerned look in his eyes as he neared the other King.

“King Roman,” he said in a low, deep voice. “A moment?”

“Whatever you have to say, old man, can be said here and now,” King Roman retorted. Nobody was entirely sure why the two shared such disdain for one another. It had come out of nowhere, seemingly overnight, but a scowl came to the Undertaker’s face.

“We shall speak later,” he said, taking a few steps back before walking away. The young woman looked up at Roman, concern in her eyes.

“Your majes-” she started to ask, but he held up a hand.

“Don’t worry about it, my dear,” he said gently. “Let us focus on enjoying the party. Look, Melissa, there’s King Dean and Renee. Why don’t we go and share a drink with the two of them?”

“Of course,” the young woman said, smiling. They began towards the other King and his date, and by the time they had reached their table, the brief interaction with the Undertaker was almost forgotten. Almost.

The last to arrive was King Seth. He arrived alone, looking solemn and stoic as ever. He’d once been a man of more humour than he let through now, and many wondered if he was the weak link among the three Kings - after all, Roman and Dean were sharing a drink, laughing and talking as brothers should. The elven King Seth avoided their table.

He first approached King Hunter and Queen Stephanie, who were standing near a banquet table serving themselves up plates of dinner. “Your majesties,” he said, and both turned.

“King Seth,” said King Hunter, a sly smile coming to his lips. He stuck out his free hand, which Seth took and shook. “How are you this evening?”

“I’m well,” Seth replied, before his dark eyes fell on Queen Stephanie. He outstretched one hand, taking hers and lifting it to his lips for a delicate kiss. “And you, my lady, how are you this evening?”

“I’ve been better,” she answered calmly, her expression barren and emotionless as she gazed up at him.

“Not enjoying the party?” Seth asked, pausing to glance around. “Whereabouts is your brother? I’ve...business...to discuss with him.”

“He’s somewhere, I’m sure,” Queen Stephanie replied. “I saw him when we arrived, but haven’t really been looking for him otherwise.”

“Of course,” Seth replied. “Well, I won’t keep you from your meal any longer. Do enjoy the ball,” he said, smirking as he looked at the Queen. He offered a brief bow before turning and heading away.

All were surprised by King Bray’s entrance. The hundreds of candles in the grand chandeliers that illuminated the two sides of the ballroom seemed to dim and flicker somewhat as the doors opened to reveal him. He was dressed no differently from how he would regularly dress, in simple black robes. None were quite certain whether King Bray was a wizard or not - some said that he was, while others said that he simply admired them.

He was accompanied by a tall man dressed in simple blue garments - trousers, with a dusty-looking dress shirt and a blue tunic. Both men sported magnificent beards that looked to have seen better days, and both men looked curiously about the room as they made their way slowly to the buffet table.

“King Bray,” came the voice of King Roman, who was still at the table with King Dean and their dates. The robed King turned slowly, eyeing the other King with something akin to a maniacal smile.

“Well, well, well,” he said. “King Roman. I knew that you’d be here.”

“Everyone knew that I’d be here, Bray, I love a good party,” he said with a laugh. “I’m more surprised that you’re here.”

“Sometimes, appearances for the sake of appearances can be a necessity,” Bray replied, shaking his head. “I don’t intend to stay long.”

“Ah. I didn’t think that the ball would be your scene,” Roman replied with a nod. He lifted his drink cup towards the other King, and Dean followed suit. “Come and join us, Bray!”

Bray almost smirked as he watched them, shaking his head. “I would if I could, Roman, but I don’t see the other people in this room quite so often as you do, so a certain amount of...mingling...may be required of me before I may retire for the night.”

“Your call,” Dean said with a shrug, taking a long swig of his mead.

King Bray and his silent companion turned and left, and quietly, Roman and Dean watched them go. Finally, they glanced towards one another warily.

“Who wears wizard robes to a ball?” asked Roman.

“I couldn’t tell you,” Dean said, shaking his head.

When the Wolf King, Baron Corbin, entered with his date, King Neville couldn’t help but to smirk somewhat.

“Do you know her?” asked his own date as they started to leave the dance floor, but he didn’t even need to answer as memories of King Baron’s date began to seep into Selene’s mind. Nothing romantic, no - a platonic, brotherly friendship. Lots of joking and laughing.

“Her brother is an old friend,” Neville said. “Wait here, love - I’ll only be a moment.”

A smirk came to King Baron’s lips as he saw King Neville approaching. “Left your date behind to come see me?” he asked. “What could be of such importance?”

“Not to see you, Baron, I’ve come to say hello to your date here,” answered the elven King with a grin. “Samantha. It’s been a while.”

“Adrian!” Samantha said with a grin, dropping Baron’s arm to hug him quickly - a brief hug, as such close exchanges were likely frowned upon in so formal a setting. “It has been a while, how have you been?”

“Well, quite well,” he said. “I’ve my own Kingdom now, as I’m sure you know. And you, I see you’re now involved with the Wolf King here?”

Samantha laughed, shaking her head. “No, no - it’s not like that. Baron and I are only friends. He invited me to keep him sane - something about the other royals driving him mad?”

“As one of the other royals, I believe that I should be offended,” said Neville, shaking her head with a laugh. “Luckily for you, my good man, you’ve caught me in good spirits tonight.”

“You say that like catching you in a bad mood would have been a problem for me,” Baron replied with a shadowy smirk, and Neville chuckled.

“I’d like to think that it would have been,” he replied, before looking back to Samantha. “How has your brother been?”

“He’s been well. Traveling a lot with his little group.” She opened her mouth to say that he sends her money to get by, but then she closed it. King Neville would certainly have the funds and resources to send her gifts - what if he was her mysterious benefactor? “Did I mention that I’d moved out of the Cenation and back to Loneville?”

“Oh, did you?” asked Neville. “That must have been quite the travel time to get here, then - I’d been wondering how the two of you had arranged this. Tell your brother I say hello, will you?”

Baron glanced down at Samantha, seemingly picking up on what she’d noticed. He looked back towards Neville. “Say, I’d fancy a glass of honey spiced tiger korlan wine right about now. Have you noticed whether there’s any here tonight?” A bottle of the expensive honey spiced tiger korlan wine had been Samantha’s second gift from her mysterious benefactor, a gift that she’d shared with the King along with telling him about the strange gifts. Neville’s reaction to the mention of that wine might indicate whether he had any involvement with it or not.

“What an oddly specific craving,” Neville said, raising an eyebrow. “I’ve not noticed whether it’s there or not - they do have a delightful hazelnut saffron wine, though. I’ve never much cared for the tiger korlan myself.”

Samantha was somewhat disheartened - if Neville didn’t care for tiger korlan wine, it was unlikely he’d have been the one to send it to her. The three of them headed back to where Neville had left Selene, and introductions were arranged before the four of them headed to the buffet together. Though King Neville may not have been the one secretly sending Samantha gifts, and though she would leave the ball no closer to knowing who her mysterious benefactor was, little did Samantha know that the one sending her gifts was present at the ball that evening - watching her from afar, whether she noticed or not.

When the Flair Queendom’s ruler arrived, heads turned. She always looked stunning, and tonight was no exception. Her gown was a deep turquoise in colour, sporting short, bunched sleeves and a layered, narrow skirt. The neckline came up high, framing her blonde head, and the back of the skirt sported a short train made of peacock feathers, styled to look like a tail itself. It didn’t trail far behind her, ending just past where her skirt did, so as not to be a problem in the ballroom.

She arrived on the arm of her dear father, the former King Ric of what had once been the Flair Kingdom. Over his fine dress suit he wore a feathered turquoise robe, matching his daughter’s colour scheme. He bore the smile of a proud father, while his daughter just seemed to ooze confidence.

“What would you like to do first, honey?” asked Ric, smiling down at his little girl. “Perhaps share a father-daughter dance? Or we could go and have something to eat? I know it was a long carriage ride -”

“Silence, father,” said Charlotte, her tone cold and abrupt. “I haven’t decided. I wish only to take a moment to look around - see if there’s anyone I’d like to talk to before we dance.”

“Of course,” Ric replied, giving a nod before going silent.

“Who is the girl over there with Shane?” asked Charlotte, nodding in the direction of Shane McMahon and his colourful date.

“I don’t know, hon,” Ric replied. “I’ve never seen her before in my life.”

“Interesting,” Charlotte murmured thoughtfully, eyeing the woman closely. “Keep an eye on her for me, will you?”

“I can do that,” Ric replied with a nod. “Now...are you ready for a dance?”

Charlotte let out a heavy, dramatic sigh. “If I dance with you, will you stop asking me to dance?” she asked, looking up at her father.

“If that’s what you want, honey,” Ric replied.

“Fine. Then we can dance,” Charlotte replied. As luck would have it, the current song was just ending, so they were able to make their way to the dance floor just in time to begin with the other pairings. For the first minute or so, they danced in silence. Both had their eyes on the mysterious woman standing beside Shane McMahon. Finally, though, Ric started to speak.

“You know, Charlotte,” he said, “I’m very proud of you. Seeing the woman you’ve grown to be -”

“Save it, father,” Charlotte said with a groan. “I have no interest in hearing anything mushy or inspirational from you tonight. Right now, I want to find out about that woman.”

“Why so much interest in her?” Ric asked, but Charlotte shook her head.

“Royal business, father. You wouldn’t understand.”

With a tray of empty dishes in her grasp, the fairy servant called Valerie was on her way to the kitchens. The dishes had to be washed and returned to the buffet table promptly, and it was her turn to do some dishwashing. She left the ballroom, taking care to watch her step. King John liked the servants to dress up somewhat - just enough that they could still be recognized as servants by the nobility - and as such, she was dressed in a simple dress of a muted purple colour over a cream-coloured blouse.

She rounded a corner and immediately collided with the person walking in the opposite direction. She let out a startled cry as she tumbled to the ground, dropping the tray and wincing at the sound of dishes smashing. When she lifted her gaze, she saw concern in the blue eyes of the stranger she’d seen before - the cloaked one who had been by the Emperor.

“Apologies, my Lord,” she all but squeaked, quickly moving to her knees to start gathering up the broken dishes. The man didn’t reply, instead extended a hand to her. She was quiet for a moment, gazing curiously at his hand before looking up towards him.

“Let me help you up,” he said, his tone gentle. “The fault was mine.”

“I couldn’t, my Lord, I must -”

“There’s no need to call me that,” the man said, cutting her off. She felt a warmth come to her cheeks. She’d assumed he was some minor noble - perhaps a newly appointed one. There were all sorts of new nobles all the time. Just this year, the new Lord Bobby Roode had attended his first Summerslam gala, though Valerie had noticed over the course of the evening that he seemed to be having no trouble fitting in to his new role.

“My apologies,” she replied, before continuing to gather the broken pieces of dish on to the tray.

The man dropped to one knee beside her. She watched curiously as one of his large hands reached out, grasping half of a wine glass and setting it on her tray. “At least allow me to help you,” he said to her.

“Very well,” she replied quickly. “I appreciate it.”

The two made quick work of the broken pieces. To Valerie’s surprise, the man even reached out for the small pieces, the ones that could easily cut him. Sure enough, she saw blood on his hand as he set a few small pieces down on the tray.

“You’re bleeding,” she said in a soft voice.

“Been through worse,” he replied with a shrug of his broad shoulders, wiping the blood on his black cloak. He stood upright, offering the other hand to her. This time, she accepted, letting him help her up before she picked the tray up off the floor.

“Thank you,” she said to him softly.

“It was my pleasure,” he said. “I’m sorry that I knocked you over - I hope that you won’t be in trouble.”

“It’s King John, he’ll understand,” Valerie said, giving a slight shrug of her own shoulders. “I’m sorry, I don’t believe I caught your name? Mine is Valerie.”

“Valerie,” he repeated, a slight smile dancing on his lips. “What a beautiful name for a beautiful young lady.”

Again, warmth spread across Valerie’s cheeks. She glanced quickly towards the ground to hide the silly smile that came to her lips. “Thank you,” she said when she looked back up at him.

“You’re welcome,” he replied. “My name -”

“What are you doing?” came a voice from off to one side. Both of them turned to see the short, balding man who’d been talking with the Emperor earlier, a concerned look on his face.

“I apologize, my Lord, I was-” Valerie started to say, but the shorter man interrupted her.

“This doesn’t concern you,” he said, and in his eyes, she saw that same disdain that she’d experienced time and time again back in Emperor Vince’s palace. “Get back to your duties, girl.”

Valerie knew better than to make him tell her twice. She started to scurry off, heading for the kitchens. 

“Wait,” called the blond man from behind her, but the sound of the other man quickly chastising him was all she needed to hear to keep her from turning. As much as she wanted to go back there - she never even caught the mystery man’s name - she had no desire to get on the bad side of whoever that other man was.

It was late at night. The clock had chimed twelve times, indicating that midnight had come, and with it, the start of a new day. The festivities carried on, though. Some had left already, but most were still enjoying themselves. The buffet tables remained full, tended to promptly by the servants, and the dance floor was crowded.

Reports would be jumbled about what exactly happened late that night in the palace of King John. Some said that the body was discovered by a pair of minor nobles sneaking off to find an unoccupied bedroom and enjoy one anothers’ company. Some say that the body was discovered by a servant simply tending to their duties. It matters not who found it, though - only that the moment it was discovered, an ear-piercing scream echoed through the halls of the castle.

By the time the Kings John and Rock arrived at the scene, having been engaged in conversation in the ballroom before the sound, a crowd had already gathered. They were in an upper floor hallway, just outside of the guest room where Emperor Vince and his wife were staying. They had already retired for the night, and John had no idea how they were still in that room after such a loud scream. One of John’s servants, a dark-skinned elven girl who was no more than seventeen, was crying. He went to her first while Rock approached the body.

“Hey, hey now,” he said, placing his hands gently on her shoulders. He hadn’t had a chance to look at the body yet, but he had a sinking suspicion that it was a friend of hers. “Shh, it’s alright.” He glanced up, almost immediately making eye contact with a guard. The guard drew near. “Come and escort her back to the servants’ quarters, will you?”

“B-but your m-m-majesty, m-my du-duties,” stammered the girl, a whimpering mess.

“You’re done for the night, don’t worry,” he told her in a gentle tone. “You don’t need to see this. Go lie down, alright?”

The girl sniffled, clearly fighting back more sobs. John gently turned her towards the guard who had approached, and the guard placed a gentle hand on her back and began to lead her away. He was relieved that it was one of his servants, since his guards and servants all knew one another so well and the girl would feel comfortable going with him.

John then turned to look at the crowd. It was mostly concerned servants, though he spotted a few curious nobles as well. “Everyone please, return to the ball,” he said, opening his arms slightly. “King Rock and I will handle this.”

“Who did this, your majesty?” asked one of the servants - unfamiliar to him, and obviously not one of his.

“I don’t know,” he replied. “For now, go to the ballroom - you’ll be safe as long as you’re within the crowd.”

The group filed away a few at a time until only John, Rock, and Lord Randy remained.

“Well?” John asked, going towards Rock and the body. He knelt down beside his friend, who had a grim look on his face.

“Female, human, servant,” Rock replied. “Looks like she was stabbed somewhere in the abdomen - see here, the rip in the dress? The bleeding’s stopped but the blood is still fresh.” Sure enough, the spot in her dress where Rock indicated was covered in a dark, sickly red colour, and positioned just above the pool of blood in which the girl laid.

“Not one of my servants - do we know whose?” John asked, but Rock shook his head.

“Not one of mine either,” he said.

“Should I fetch the other Kings?” asked Lord Randy, speaking up for the first time so far. “If we can identify the servant, we might be able to figure out what happened.”

“That sounds like a good idea,” said King John. “Be careful though - the killer could still be in these halls. Make sure the Kings come two at a time - we don’t want any of them wandering the halls alone right now.”

“Of course, your majesty,” replied Lord Randy with a nod and a slight bow before hurrying off at a light jog.

“Is there any blood anywhere else?” Rock asked, standing upright and taking a moment to look around.

“Not that I can see,” said John, shaking his head.

At that moment, the bedroom door opened and out came Vince. It quickly became evident to both John and Rock that the Emperor’s delayed exit from his room had been a result of his imminent need to dress himself first.

“What’s going on out here?” Vince all but roared, before lowering his gaze to the lifeless body at the feet of the two Kings. His eyes widened.

“My Lord, we were-” John started to speak.

“That’s one of my servants,” Vince said. The look on his face was one of surprising concern. “What happened?”

“We don’t know,” Rock said. “Lord Randy has just gone to get the other Kings - we were going to see if she was any of their servants, but apparently she’s yours.”

“She is,” Vince replied with a nod. “She was in our room half an hour or so ago, helping the Empress to change into her nightclothes - this must have happened right after she left.”

Rock and John exchanged a knowing glance, both fully aware that the servant’s work had been quickly undone by the Emperor. His state of dress was more than evidence enough of that.

“Who would kill one of your servants?” asked John.

“A servant is dead?” came a voice from behind them, and the group turned to see King Neville and King Baron approaching. John felt a wave of relief that Randy had reached the ballroom safely to alert the other Kings.

“One of the Emperor’s servants,” said Rock. “We’re not sure why.”

“Well, look here,” said Baron, moving closer. “The way she’s lying - she was clearly moving away from the Emperor’s room. And whoever attacked her would have been standing by this pillar here.”

“So they were stalking the room to kill her?” asked Neville, eyeing his friend.

“No, no,” said Baron, shaking his head. “They were likely going to attack the Emperor. I’d guess that the servant leaving the room startled the killer and they panicked a bit - probably wasn’t expecting anyone but Vince and Linda to be inside.”

“So now there’s an assassin in the castle?” asked Vince, eyes wide.

“I’m inclined to agree,” came the voice of King Roman as he, King Seth, and King Dean appeared nearby, having been close enough to overhear the last bit of what Baron had said. 

“Well, if it isn’t the three Kings,” Neville said with a slight sneer.

“How did someone get weapons into the castle?” asked King Seth, folding his arms over his chest. “Everyone was searched thoroughly by John’s guards on the way in.”

“The servants weren’t,” John said suddenly, looking up at the other King with surprise on his face. “The servants were let in through the entrance to the servants’ quarters. Anyone could have smuggled a weapon into the castle.”

“Father!” came a female voice, and from down the hall came Queen Stephanie. She hurried towards Vince, giving him a quick hug. “I was worried, thank goodness you’re alright!”

“Yes, yes, I’m alright,” he said. “Down one servant, but otherwise fine.”

“Down a servant?” asked King Hunter, an angry look on his face as he approached. The moment he spotted the lifeless servant’s body on the floor, though, he scowled. “Ah.”

“We’ve established so far that it’s one of the Emperor’s servants, and that the servants weren’t searched on the way in,” said John.

“So it could have been any of our servants?” asked King Hunter.

“Or one of mine,” John replied. “I don’t think any of mine would do something like this, but they could very well have had a weapon in the servants’ quarters.”

Dean moved forward and knelt down beside the body. He reached down slightly, pinching the blood-soaked fabric between two fingers.

“Entry hole’s not very big,” he said, glancing up. “Dagger or a knife coulda done this, but not a sword.”

“Small enough to conceal easily,” said King Hunter.

“What’s going on?” asked another female voice, and the group turned to see Queen Charlotte approaching, followed - but not accompanied - by King Bray and the Undertaker. All of the Empire’s royalty stood together.

Again, John relayed to the three what had happened. The Undertaker moved towards the body, kneeling down beside it. Dean was quick to back up. All were silent, watching the King of the demons as he examined the lifeless serving girl on the stone floors of the castle. If anyone could find any new information, it would be him.

“A dagger laden with poison,” murmured the shrouded man in his low voice. “You can see the darkened colour in the veins around the cut.”

“Someone was trying to poison me?” asked Vince, becoming more and more incredulous.

“This girl died to protect you,” said the Undertaker, slowly standing up and turning to face Vince. “I sense loyalty from the body - and panic in the air. I’m inclined to say that she spotted the would-be assassin on her way out - instead of turning around and coming to get you, she tried to stand in their way, between you and them. She might have lied to them, told them you were still at the ball to keep them from entering the room - whatever the case, she was killed and then the attacker fled.”

“You got all that from a feeling in the air?” asked Queen Charlotte, raising an eyebrow.

“Remind me why we don’t all summon you whenever there are murders in our cities?” asked King Dean, chuckling slightly to himself. “Our guards couldn’t figure out half that much information with witnesses.”

The Undertaker eyed him closely, but said nothing, instead turned his gaze back to Vince. “I do not believe that you are safe here, Vince,” he said. “It would be wise to assign extra guards to all of the guest rooms being occupied by royal guests, and for us all to return home promptly in the morning.”

“That can be arranged,” said John from behind him. “I’ll go and speak to my guard captain, see about reassigning the guards and getting the rest of the guests to safety.”

“You’re not going alone,” said Rock, stepping forward. John gave him a firm nod, and together, the two of them headed off.

“As for the rest of you,” Vince said, looking around at the rest of his Kings and Queens, “stay safe. Don’t go anywhere alone tonight, lock your bedroom doors, and keep in touch with one another until morning. This ball is officially over.”

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Bolt

Penny Forrester

Big Hero 6

Hiro Hamada / Tadashi Hamada / Fred / Go Go / Wasabi / Honey Lemon / aunt Cass

Brave

Merida

Coraline

Coraline / Wybie

Lilo & Stitch

Lilo / Stitch / Nani / David

The Hunchback of Notre Dame

Quasimodo / Esmeralda / Phoebus / Clopin

Treasure Planet

Jim Hawkins / John Silver / doctor Doppler / captain Amelia

Back to the Future ❌

first movie of the trilogy

Marty McFly / Emmett Brown / George McFly / Lorraine Baines (McFly)

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

seasons 1-4

Sabrina Spellman / Ambrose Spellman / Zelda Spellman / Hilda Spellman / Nicholas Scratch / Harvey Kinkle / Prudence Blackwood

Gotham

seasons 1-5

Jim Gordon / Harvey Bullock / Bruce Wayne ❌ / Alfred Pennyworth / Selina Kyle ❌ / Ivy Pepper ❌ / Edward Nygma / Oswald Cobblepot / Barbara Kean / Fish Mooney / Lucius Fox / Lee Thompkins / Butch Gilzean / Victor Zsasz / Theo Galavan / Tabitha Galavan / Jervis Tetch / Jonathan Crane / Jerome Valeska / Jeremiah Valeska

Harry Potter ❌

7 books + 8 movies (original series)

Harry Potter / Hermione Granger / Ron Weasley / Fred Weasley / George Weasley / Ginny Weasley / Bill Weasley / Charlie Weasley / Percy Weasley / Lee Jordan / Neville Longbottom / Luna Lovegood / Seamus Finnigan / Dean Thomas / Oliver Wood / Nymphadora Tonks / Remus Lupin / Severus Snape / Sirius Black / James Potter / Lily Evans

Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU)

Phase One movies

Tony Stark / Bruce Banner / Thor / Loki / Steve Rogers / James “Bucky” Barnes / Natasha Romanoff / Clint Barton

Once Upon a Time

season 1

Rumplestiltskin (Mr Gold) / Jefferson (The Mad Hatter) / Snow White (Mary Margaret Blanchard) / David Nolan (Prince Charming) / Ruby Lucas

Pirates of the Caribbean

movies 1-3

Jack Sparrow / Hector Barbossa / Joshamee Gibbs / Will Turner / Elizabeth Swann / James Norrington / Cutler Beckett / Davy Jones / Pintel / Ragetti

Stranger Things

seasons 1-4

Mike Wheeler ❌ / Dustin Henderson ❌ / Lucas Sinclair ❌ / Will Byers ❌ / Eleven Hopper ❌ / Max Mayfield ❌ / Nancy Wheeler / Steve Harrington / Jonathan Byers / Joyce Byers / Jim Hopper / Bob Newby / Murray Bauman / Alexei / Robin Buckley / Eddie Munson / Dmitri Antonov / Martin Brenner

The Alienist

season 1

Laszlo Kreizler / John Moore / Sara Howard / Lucius Isaacson / Marcus Isaacson

The Book Thief ❌

the book + the movie

Liesel Meminger / Rudy Steiner / Max Vandenburg

The Chronicles of Narnia ❌

7 books + 3 Disney movies

Peter Pevensie / Susan Pevensie / Edmund Pevensie / Lucy Pevensie / Caspian X

The End Of The F***ing World ❌

seasons 1-2

Alyssa / James

The Hunger Games

book trilogy + the adaptations + the prequel

Katniss Everdeen / Primrose Everdeen ❌ / Peeta Mellark / Haymitch Abernathy / Johanna Mason / Gale Hawthorne / Finnick Odair / Coriolanus Snow ❌

The Rain

seasons 1-3

Simone Andersen / Rasmus Andersen / Martin / Patrick / Jean / Lea / Beatrice

Possible future fandoms

→ fandoms in italics were recommended to me in some way

American Gods

Dark

Fear Street

Fleabag

Lord of the Rings

Peaky Blinders

Shadow and Bone

The Haunting of the Hill House

The Queen’s Gambit

The Witcher

We Have Always Lived in the Castle

We Hunt The Flame/We Free The Stars

Old fandoms

A Series of Unfortunate Events

Maniac

Ragnarok

The Umbrella Academy

Tribes of Europa

#fandoms #characters #fandom list

[rawiswhore]

Brian Pillman x Fem Reader- “Wet Ass Pussy”

You knew I had to title a fanfic this pretty soon.

I almost titled the fanfic where Brian Pillman or Dean Ambrose eats your pussy with his tongue “Wet Ass Pussy”...

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Brian Pillman would be one of the few wrestlers to help proceed and initiate the WWF's Attitude era: the era that would end up having higher ratings than the WWF in the 80's, be the highest rated show on television, beat WCW in the late 90's Monday Night Wars, and be a pro wrestling era so popular, it would cross over into popular culture and have wrestlers appear and guest star on late night talk shows and sitcoms.

Brian has such a beautiful body under his shirt, especially at the beginning of 1996 when he was still in WCW dressed during that match where he wore red tights and carried a cane.

He might not have abs like say the Ultimate Warrior or John Morrison, but he had such sexy abs during that moment.

Such a beautiful body, that one night in 1996 (or 1997, whatever you want), you and Brian were in a hotel room together, you were completely naked straddling his abdomen while he laid shirtless on a bed in that hotel.

Brian was busy furiously rubbing your clit up and down with his index finger, trying to make you cum.

He isn't much different from his ticking timebomb he plays in the WWF.

The tip of his finger is tickling your clit when he rubs it, causing friction and heating your clit up, burying into your clitoral hood.

Your pussy feels like it wants to release something through your vaginal flaps, like something wet will seep in the pores of your twat.

When he's rubbing your clit, your head is arching and leaning back, he's giving you an orgasm that you're not faking while he rubs you the right way.

Even though you don't mind him rubbing your clit, you'd rather have him do other things to help make you cum.

Your pussy is pressing on his stomach and abs, that way you'll cum on his abdomen.

"Brian!!" you cried out, lifting your head up and straightening your head up, tapping your hand on his chest. "Play with my nipples!"

Even though one of his hands is busy rubbing your clit, he lifted his other hand and put it on one of your bare breasts, where he put your nipple in between the pads of his index finger and thumb.

He proceeded to tweak and twist your nipple like it was a radio dial.

You could feel tingles through your nipple when he tweaked it that felt so good.

"OmiGod Brian!" you squealed, your voice high pitched. "Just rub me a bit more!"

"Your what?" Brian asked. "Nipple or clit?"

"Both!" you replied.

He rubbed your clitoris even faster after he heard that, his muscle feeling more sore and numb from rubbing your clit for quite a long time.

He's probably giving his arm a workout from rubbing your clit and building a bit of muscle mass!

Brian, however, had his signature shit eating grin spread ear-to-ear across his face while he was tweaking your nipple and rubbing your clit.

He'd love it if you were riding up and down his erection, that way he'll see your tits bouncing, but he doesn't mind what you've planned on doing with him tonight.

He's even glad you're doing this to him.

"Hey Brian!" you called out and cried. "Could you try to suck my nipple?"

You pointed to your other nipple he isn't tweaking.

He lifted himself up from the mattress, leaning his face into your other breast, where he wrapped his mouth around your nipple, proceeding to suck on it like

He managed to suck your nipple while he tweaks your other nipple and while he's rubbing your clit, now that's talent.

"Lick my nipple!" you ordered him. "My areola!"

The tip of his tongue furiously ran around in circles on your areola, as well as licked up and down your nipple.

When he was sucking on one of your nipples, your hand was behind his head, your fingers laced and buried through his thick blond hair.

Your hand pulled his head and face into your breast he's currently sucking on.

"Yesssss, Brian!!!" you moaned breathily. "Make me cum!!"

Though, you're a bit worried you won't be able to cum on his abs since the top of his body is bent so he can suck your nipple, just to make you cream.

He's been playing with your nipple for quite a long time, but you want him to do other things to your body to make you cum.

"Caress my body!" you ordered him to do "My skin!"

You wrapped your fingers around his wrist and moved his hand on your other breast to your stomach, where you want him to rub your body.

His hand proceeded to caress your skin, tingles being felt as his hand traveled and roamed all over your naked body.

"Yesss, Brian!!!" you moaned. "I'm gonna cum!!!"

And lo and behold, your twat hole leaked some salty white cum out of your twat and onto his stomach, your clit pounding like a heartbeat after you had creamed on his stomach.

He could feel a little something dripping on his stomach, that something is obviously your cum.

Now that you've came, he can stop rubbing your clit now as well as sucking your nipple.

"You can stop sucking my nipple now" you told him, you lifting your head and opening your eyes, your voice no longer sounding like you're having an orgasm. "And rubbing my clit"

He then laid his head back down on the mattress, his lips no longer around your nipple, and he let his hand slip out from in between your legs.

"Does that mean I can stop rubbing your body now?" he asked.

You nodded your head, though you don't mind him caressing your skin.

You wish your pussy came and gushed like a fire hydrant bursting, getting your cum all over his abs.

You sat and straddled his abs for a while, letting your cum get on his abs.

When you were straddling his abs, your pussy was above his navel so you won't cum in his belly button.

You actually had your twat positioned over his navel all this time he rubbed your clit and sucked your tit so you won't cream in his belly button.

When you felt like your twat had seeped and poured your cum out enough, you moved yourself back onto his lap, straddling his crotch.

He was luckily wearing boxers, you don't want his dick to enter your pussy now.

You saw your cum on his abs, and you put your hand where that cum was, spreading that cum all over his abs.

Brian, meanwhile, looked down at you rubbing and smearing your cum all over his abs.

"Brian" you said to him "I wanna cum on your pecs one day"

He does have rather big, sexy pecs, you may as well rub your cum on his pecs as well.

He smiled hearing that, enjoying what you said.

Sometimes, you buried your hand in your pussy until your hand and fingers were drenched in your cum, only to pull that hand out and rub more of your cum all over his stomach.

"You've got such a beautiful body" you confessed to him as you caressed your cum on his tummy "You should be shirtless more"

"I used to be shirtless all the time" he admitted.

He did, back in his WCW days when he was Flyin' Brian Pillman.

Though, he had that unflattering mullet back then.

"Y'want me to rub my cum on your pecs?" you asked him.

He shrugged his shoulders.

"Whatever you want" he suggested.

It would be even better if you creamed on his chest and rubbed that cum on both of his pecs afterwards.

You'll do that in the future, maybe even tomorrow.

You wish you could be a man with a penis, that way you can really cum on Brian's abs.

Later on that evening, he ate your wet ass pussy out, tasting your salty, slippery twat, cleaning

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My inspiration for this fanfic was when someone said they wanted to cum on John Morrison's abs on the sexualwweconfessions blog on tumblr.

You guys can also imagine you're cumming on someone like say, Val Venis, Billy Gunn or John Morrison's abs, they have/had hot abs as well.

Some of you males can imagine you're cumming on Brian's abs as well.

#brian pillman #wwf #1997 #90s #fanfiction

[clumsyghosts]

I was tagged by @fandom-star

Choose 10 ships without looking at the questions:

1. Jedtavius

2. Trobed

3. Merthur

4. Clex

5. Cain/Glitch

6. Shelnard

7. Qiu Tong /  Sun Jing

8. Olicity

9. RumBelle

10. Sherlock Holmes / John Watson (all forms)

1. Do you remember the episode/scene/chapter that you first started shipping 6? Shelnard - Definitely during season one. The first few seasons were the best as far as their relationship goes; I’ll die mad at how the writers slowly disintegrated their friendship for cheap laughs. All characters should have faults and growth arcs, but Leonard’s passive aggressive “I’m just putting up with you; you’re the worst” attitude broke my shipper heart.

2. Have you ever read a FanFiction about 2? Trobed - Yes, yes! I found a really good series that updates practically every day, so I’m happy and in awe.

3. Has a picture of 4 ever been your screen saver/profile picture/tumblr? Clex - Not tumblr, no, but back when I had LiveJournal, I had icons of Lex. I still have a few icons saved.

4. If 7 were to suddenly break-up today, what would your reaction be? Qiu Tong /  Sun Jing - Confident that it’s just a plot device and they’ll be soon back together. They’re canon so… little worries there.

5. Why is 1 so important? Jedtavius - Mostly because of the people in the fandom!

I’ve been on the internet for a long time and while I’ve read a lot of fics for a variety of shows, there are very few fandoms I ever participated in or felt like I ‘belonged’ in. Shelnard was my first, full of lovely people. I have a soft spot for small fandoms / ships. After Shelnard, I was fandom-homeless for a while before I got into Jedtavius. I’ve met / followed a lot of lovely, talented people.

Also, even if people aren’t actively in the fandom, most people recognize Jedtavius and are fond of the movies. It’s a nice connection to others.

6. Is 9 a funny ship or a serious ship? RumBelle - Both? They have some funny line exchanges, but mostly their ship is angsty and sweet.

7. Out of all of the ships listed, which ship has the most chemistry? Jedtavius and Trobed.

8. Out of all of your ships listed, which ship has the strongest bond? Canon-wise, probably Olicity.

9. How many times have you read/watched 8’s fandom? Olicity - I actually STOPPED watching Arrow because I didn’t want any more drama to upset the main characters. Oliver was finally happy, so I stopped when he and Felicity drove off into sunset at the end of Season 3.

10. Which ship has lasted the longest? Clex - Smallville began in 2001; I never finished the series for various reasons, but I still follow a beloved fan fiction series and re-read it every few years. Besides my RP with my friend, this fanfic and one other is my heart and soul.

I do have older ships that I didn’t put on the list.

11. How many times, if ever, has 2 broken up? Trobed - When Troy gets back from sailing around the world, they never break up again.

12. If the world was suddenly thrust into a zombie apocalypse, which ship would make it out alive, 2 or 8? Olicity for sure - they’re both super heroes.

13. Did 5 ever have to hide their relationship for any reason? Cain/ Glitch: It seems to be a common fancanon that the restored Queen is not fond of their relationship (or maybe just Glitch in general; she prefers Ambrose.)

14. Is 4 still together? Clex: In my dreams.

15. Is 3 canon? Merthur - “We did, very genuinely, think of the episode as a love story between two men. Which is what I think it is, jokes and innuendo aside.” —Show creators on the finale.

See also “Well, he’s dying, the man he loves is dying, so he’s holding him.”

TL;DR: Basically canon without it being actual canon.

16. If all 10 ships were put into a couple’s Hunger Games, which couple would win? It would come down to Clex vs Olicity and in my opinion, Superman trumps Green Arrow.

17. Has anybody ever tried to sabotage 10’s ship? Holmes/Watson (all forms) - Moriarty? Hahaha. Um, let’s not get into the whole Johnlock stuff.

I read a lot of Sherlock Holmes pastiches and one of the rating factors is how well they do the Holmes/Watson friendship. If they make Watson a dummy, the book is out. I’mv very protective of Watson’s intelligence, which is why I adore the RDJ movie version.

18. Which ship would you defend to the death and beyond? Based on current feelings, probably Jedtavius.

19. Do you spend hours a day going through 1’s tumblr page? Jedtavius: Sadly, no; there’s not that much content for them. But I track the Jedtavius tag, so I happily look forward to seeing new stuff!

20. If an evil witch descended from the sky and told you that you had to pick one of the ten ships to break up forever or else she´d break them all forever, which ship would you choose? Much to my 23 year old self’s shock, Shelnard. TBBT is over and my memories are fond, but I’ve grown used to the canon couple endings.

I tag @boycottinglove​ and anyone who wishes to do this!

#long post #ask and answer #Thank you for tagging me!!!!!