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𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚢 𝙰𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗 - 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚜

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Warnings - None

Word count - 820

Genre - Angst, Fluff

Summary - Darby comes home to find you curled up in the corner.

A/n - my neurodivergent ass hates storms so I'm basing this off of what I would want.

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Darby had been gone for a couple of weeks by now. It was understandable. It was Sting's last match, so the situation was understandable. Sure, you had been missing him, but you both still called every day and spent the early hours of the morning texting each other, so the pain of Darby's absence wasn't quite as harsh.

However, the night he was due to return home, which was supposed to be much more dream like, ended up being far more nightmarish. It was starting to get late, and Darby was still not home. He sent you a text saying that there was a traffic jam and he would only be about 20 minutes longer. On the surface, that didn't seem too bad. Until it wasn't.

About 25 minutes after Darby had sent the message, he finally stepped through the front door and into the warm house. His facepaint was almost completely gone , and the remains of it smudged and running down his neck as a result of the pouring rain and storm outside. He called your name out as he put his stuff down by the door, yet no reponse. All the lighst were turned off, but that was most likely due to the storm cutting the power. Darby started looking throughout the house, calling you name, becoming increasingly worried when he couldn't find you.

Eventually darby made it to the main bedroom. He slowly pushed the door open hearing a faint frightened whimper coming from the corner of the room. He slowly walked over to the corner where there was something covered by a blanket. Slowly and carefully he lifted the blanket to see your little face. You had tears streaming down your face, you entire body shivering and your breathing shaky and unsteady. Your arms clutched a black cat toy to your chest. Worst of all, you had your eyes squeezed shut and you didn't seem to notice Darby, too frightened to pay attention to your surrondings.

Darby put his hand on your shoulder, giving you a gentle shake. You gave a pettrified yelp before looking up and hugging him tightly. "Shhhhh, I've got you, princess. What's got you so upset, hmm?" Before you could mumble out an answer, a loud crash of thunder outside made you jump ,yelp, and hide your face in his chest. Darby stroked your hair, realising your cause of fear. He was used to this, having a little sister that hated storms as well.

He sighed and rubbed your back before picking you up and carrying you downstairs. Without saying a word, he set you down on the counter ,grabbed some headphones, and placed them on you. Darby connected his phone to the headphones and passed it to you ,not wanting to startle you with the music. You wrapped yourself around him again as Darby carried you back upstairs. The whole time, he rubbed your back soothingly.

Soon enough, you were both laid in the warmth of your bed. You had curled up in Darby's arms, trying your best to stay awake. Soon enough, you fell asleep, your cat toy falling into Darby's lap. He smiled and tucked it under your arm. Darby was gonna fight off that fear of storms. He was gonna protect you from them. He'd protect you from anything, in fact, just like he'd promised when you started dating.

The next morning, Darby got out of the bed ,cautious not to disturb you. He glanced out the window and saw the storm had caused the fences to rip apart ,as well as a small tree being ripped out the ground, now laying sidways. He glanced back at you and sighed. "No wonder you got that worked up." You soon started to stir from your sleep, glancing up at Darby, who now had you in his lap, stroking your hair gently. "Morning beautiful, you feel better after last night?" You nodded before mumbling an embarrassed apology. Darby looked at you confused. "Well, aren't adults supposed to ot be afraid of storms?" Darby narrowed his eyes and shook his head slowly, still puzzled by the outrageous statement. You soon realised that what you were saying was infanct nonsense.

After that day, you always had a pair of headphones within reach when the wether took a turn, and of course, if he was there, Darby would help you take your mind off of it. Giving you reassuring words and rubbing your back. He always stuck to his word.

Yeaaaaaaaahh..................(also fuck wattpad)

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My name is mainly Kylar but i do also go by Nyx or Mattias. This is becasue i am genderfluid and have a system of alters, Kylar, Nyx and Mattias being the main three. Aswell as being genderfluid i am also omnisexual and currently taken. I am from the Uk and im currently in college for a degree in animal care. I am also autistic, my special intrests range from the film series Ghostbusters, the rock band Ghost and wrestling.(There is an updated full list in my bio.) Also I am also a satanist and if you have a problem with that please just leave my page. I hope you enjoy my works as i love writing them. I was unfortunate enough in March of 2024(the time of writing) where I unfortunatley lost about 26 one shots i had written on wattpad. I was absolutely devastated however it promted me further to start posting work on tumblr and ao3. Any bullying on my page(including homophobia, racism, antisemitism etc.) will not be tolerated and will be blocked immediatly. My page is a place for people to read, socalise and feels accepted.

𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚎 - 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝙰𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎

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Warnings - injured reader

Word count - 760

Genre - Fluff, Angst?

Pairings - Fem!Reader x Boyfriend!Dean

Summary - After a harsh match, Dean gets rather worried over your "little bruises"

A/n - Yes i will be writing Dean and Jon as two seperate people, deal with it

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Dean watched the screen anxiously. He sat backstage, watching your no D-Q match, having already done his screen time for that episode of smackdown. He cringed at the sight of you being repeatedly hit in the back with a chair. Although you weren't knocked out, yet it was clear you wouldn't be able to take much more from your opponent, Auska. You had always been quite the durable wrestler, which was a poistive, always lasting much longer than some of the other girls. Thankfully, you managed to roll out of the way of the last chair swign and grap a kendo stick. You grabbed the top rope to help steady yourself before jabbing Auska in the stomach with the taped end of the kendo stick.

She held her stomach but didn't go down, making you repeatedly beat down on her with the stick. You were finally getting the upper hand in the match until you weren't. Unfortunately for you, Auska happened to have her own little goon in the form of Kairi Sane, who you'd forgotten about. Right as you were about to climb to the top rope, Kairi came out of nowhere and kicked your legs out, sending you down to the matt in an awkward way. You landed on your arm and rolled over. You slowly brought yourself to your feet ,weakly grasping a cracked kendo stick. You saw Auska doing the same thing, yet no sight of Kairi. Fortunately, you didn't have to ponder on her whereabouts for long. Right as you raised your kendo stick, you felt a harsh blow to the back of the head with what you could only assume was a chair. You dropped straight to the matt and Auska got the pin.

Dean, by now, was on his feet, bolting it down to gorilla. By the time he got there, you were being helped up the ramp by the medics. As soon as you got to gorilla, your knees buckled, causing you to slump down in the arm sof the medics. Dean came down to your level and moved the hair out of your face. He immediately noticed a blue mark forming on your temple. "Hey, look at me, baby." Your eyes opened fully and met with his. "Dean, I'm ok, don't worry, It's just a couple of bruises." He gave a quick light chuckle. "Yeah, ok then, sweetheart." He hook your arm around his shoulders and held your waist before taking you to the medics room as quickly and carefully as he could. Once there, he helped you to lay down on the table and stood by your side ,grasping your hand nervously.

The medic examined your face and the back of your head. He found a fractured bone in your arm and some ligament tears in your thigh and back ,aswell as multiple bruises forming on the side of your face.After informing you that you'd be out of action for a few months,he left the room, leaving you and dean together. He rubbed the back of your hand. "Sorry, you're gonna be able to wrestle, baby." He held the side of your face, making you sigh and lean into his hand. You hated when you couldn't wrestle, and it was even worse when Dean could. "Not really much i can do about it now." You tried to hold back tears but failed. Dean looked at you sympathetically and gently lifted you into his arms. He sat on the bed and rubbed your back.

You cried quietly into dean's chest, curling your body up into a little ball and ignoring the burning pain that ran throughout your body. Dean ran his fingers through your hair and got you to look up at him. "Sweetheart, it's not forever ,we are gonna take care of you and get you back into that ring as soon as possible, ok?" You sniffled and nodded. Although you were completely and utterly devastated, you knew he was right. There was no point in giving up and just waiting the entire 8 months when you could do things to make your healing process quicker. "And you'll be with me the whole time, right?" Dean looked almost dumb founded. "Of course i will doll, why the hell would i not?" You smiled and hugged him tightly, well as tightly as you could without making your injuies flare up. "I love you lunatic." Dean smiled down at you and kissed your forehead. "I love you more sweetheart."

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