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whaddup guys, it’s @meanmeanstridemeanmeanpride! i had to make a new blog bc THAT one is a secondary and therefore i couldn’t really do much (i crave social interaction) SO here’s the plan.
i finish requests
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(And I Will) Forever
David v. Erich
Summary — David finally asks you, his little seamstress, out on a date. (A sequel to this)
David’s steps were slow, cautious, as he made his way down your hall and back to the dining table. He felt strangely moronic as he returned to you; his leather jacket, jersey and jeans traded for a velvet robe and tight, yellow trunks. The reminder of him asking for this replayed in his mind over and over until he felt as if his brain wanted to crawl out of his ear.
You stood leaning against the table, eyes soaking in his appearance when he came in.
Jesus Christ.
“It’s a little short, don’t y’think?” You’re the first to speak, one hand cupping your elbow as your fingers rubbed over your lips. Your brows were drawn together, eyes dragging over his frame.
David was half-surprised you didn’t tease him, but he accepted it with grace.
Clearing his throat, he tried not to look so bothered. He went out like this nearly every night in front of thousands of screaming women, and yet *this one* had him second guessing his physique.
“It looks good short,” he replied smoothly, twisting and turning some for you. It was your work, after all, and you’d asked him to try it on for the sake of last minute tweaks. “It’s not coverin’ the—“
“It is.” You reply quick, every little imperfection sticking out the longer you stared. He referred to the yellow trunks clinging into his hips, the rhinestones spelling out your state hidden by the black velvet. “You won’t see the stones until you take it off.”
David nodded, his back turned towards you. Part of him was glad, he swore his face felt warmer than it did before he knocked on your door. Again, he cleared his throat.
“Be a nice surprise,” he forced himself to say, otherwise the silence would steadily kill him. David had grown up with everything but.
His comment made you laugh. You laughed. It was like you wanted him dead, you wanted him to be trampled by the noise alone. It was so sweet, so authentic. But he couldn’t say he enjoyed the way his heart fluttered in response, pleading with him to turn and look at you.
“It would,” you agreed, a smile now present on your lips. “Crowd always gets a little more wild when there’s something special involved.”
David chuckled, his body relaxing at your comment. Yet it passes as his thoughts wander, and suddenly he feels it creep up on him again. He’s nervous, David always was tense around you. As much as he tried to calm himself, tried to act normal, his mind overworked itself when he was near you.
You had this sick effect on him, his soul wringing itself when he thought about you. No one had ever made him felt this way.
Turning his head, eyes finding you past his shoulder, he swallows. “What do you think, sweetheart? Be honest with me.”
“What do I…” Another laugh leaves you, but it wasn’t as the first. Now you seemed nervous, bothered. David couldn’t understand why.
“I think you look great, I just—“
Struggling, you stop before you could embarrass yourself. The silence eats you whole the longer it drags on, and you find yourself staring at the back of his legs, up to his thighs. Until you catch yourself staring at the yellow fabric hugging his ass, to which you pinch yourself as hard as you could. What the hell is wrong with you?
“Do y’have any dinner plans?” David cuts through, the question spilling past his lips without an ounce of hesitation. Finally, he turns himself around, his body moving on its own.
Looking down at you, he takes in your rosy cheeks and wide eyes. The sun shone past the window behind you, illuminating your frame beautifully. David had to keep himself in check—reminding himself to stay patient, to be a gentleman.
“I, uh,” you stammer, looking away from him, eyes shifting all over the place. “I was gonna cook beef tips tonight, with some brown gravy..”
“Beef tips.” David repeats, “right, right…”
Against his better judgement David takes a step forward. He was already so tall, therefore he had been looming over you even at a distance. All he can pray for now is that you’re not afraid of him, that he’s not coming on too strong.
“What if we went out instead?” He asks, his heart pounding so harshly in his chest he was positive you could hear it. “There’s that steakhouse not too far from here, got some damn good ribeye…or the pizza place I took you to, you said you liked that. We could…we could even go there, if that’s what you want..”
You only nodded, unable to give a verbal answer as he went on.
“Or, shoot—I could grill. You can come by, an’…we’d have a good time. I think we’d have a good time.”
“We would,” you murmured, head tilting as he quieted. Your gaze had softened to an affectionate glint as you watched him. After a brief moment of silence, you spoke again.
“Are you asking me out, Dave?”
David felt his heart skip a beat, but his response was swift. A smile crept onto his lips as he quietly replied, “yes, ma’am.”
Nodding, you tried not to be so bashful. It wasn’t so easy, though, as David stood right in front of you. Bare chested and in his wrestling gear.
“The steakhouse sounds nice,” your eyes are on each other, yours watching as his smile widened. David was practically beaming.
“Yes, ma’am.”
happy 65th birthday to kerry von erich, the modern day warrior! (aka my goat)
With The Witch (Kerry V. Erich)
(a/n: i started this day before halloween and lost all sense of what i wanted to do…found it again and was like, “finish it, loser.” so now we’re here! months later! yea this is wicked inspired,,,specially a call to glinda’s white look on the original album. please enjoy (i crave little moments like these, if anyone has ideas…i know i said requests were closed but…IF U GOT IDEAS… :D)
“What’re you supposed to be?”
Halloween was a wonderful holiday when everyone knew who you were dressed up as. It was how you judged the night would go. The year prior had been a success, people tended to point and say, “Princess Leia!” And you would smile and hold up your blaster.
When someone would ask, you could always look towards Mike. But this year not even he could guess.
Alas, you only had yourself to make that call.
“Glinda the Good,” you smiled awkwardly, the grip on your star-top staff tightening. Although the color was off, you held out hope people would see the home-made crown and connect the dots.
“Ain’t that…that’s Wizard of Oz, right?” Mike asked, taking a good look at your dress. Your white puffy dress and silver, wonky crown. It was so big, it reminded him of David’s tall hats.
“Right.” You sighed, before continuing for him, “yes, it’s supposed to be pink.”
“Right!” He nodded, feeling your radiating disappointment rolling hot off you. It was still pretty, and he wanted to praise your skills for making such a dress—but the quick, harsh footsteps coming from upstairs wavered his attention. Just as he looked to the staircase, he saw Kerry coming down.
Dressed in a velvet silver robe and green trunks, you two almost looked like a pair. A ridiculous couple’s costume, but a couple nonetheless.
Kerry’s brows shot up, fleeting under his bangs as he got a look at you. Seeing you in all white, puffy sleeves and even puffier skirt was a pleasant surprise. He would’ve laughed if he wasn’t a complete goner for you.
“I do,” Kerry teased as he came in front of you. He leaned down, giving you a quick kiss on the lips as his hands found your waist.
“Shut up.” You whispered once he pulled away. The phrase made your skin flush, and the white you wore didn’t help you in that aspect.
“What’re you supposed t’be, baby?” He couldn’t fight off that stupid grin. “A pretty princess?”
Your fingers hooked onto the band of his wrestling trunks, pulling until they snapped right back against his skin. Kerry flinched, making you hum in amusement.
“A witch, smart-mouth.”
i’m actually freezing my ass off this isn’t the texas i know and hate
hi guys!! quick update
so as you know i’ve made a new account (as this one is a side and i wanted a main) SO, technically requests are officially closed. but im leaving it open if anyone wants to talk or just shoot a message—especially if dms give you anxiety (like me, although if you dm me im cool i just?? struggle with reaching out first!)
that being said, once i clear my inbox ill open my other blog’s requests so! i’m excited for that!
Doomsday by Lizzie McAlpine
npt: @sspadfoot @klarolinexluv @percyweasleyapologist @yesiamprocrastinating @silence-between-seconds @moonyswarmsweaters @irism00ny @obsessedwithstuff
Sorority girls by Mommy long legs
Npt: @wh0re-for-w0lfstar @moonyfr @xotrashratxo @ashes-to-ashesxx @morallyundefined and anyone else!!
uh… my mind js went full blank??
Casual by Chappell Roan
npt: @caramello-koalas-for-feminism @jaspercasperthecatghost @hellincarnation @wishiwereheather13 @im-on-crack-send-help @the-hangry-otter @woefulstar @tamanna-and-her-struggles @ravenwordss +anyone else interested <<3
dazed and confused - led zeppelin (it hits so hard)
npt: @sensationalstardust @vil-nye @noblehouseofgay @entity56 @mochamarauder @zwiscool + anyone else !!
someone like you - Adele
@ellecdc @neil-perrys-suicidal-tendencies @noblehouseofgay @iamgonnagetyouback @iamgayforyourmom1510 @yourfavreggie @cimacally @dearynn @stachuscislowicz and anyone else who wants to join!
falling fast - avril lavigne
@mairon-goth-minion @lc-27 @calliopethepoet @finn-jamin @the-undead-poets-society @boypuncher45 @hawaiianshirttaco64 @willow09 @i-luv-multiple-ppl @iliketopgun @all4horsemen
Dormant ‘Til Explosion - Maxïmo Park
@poetrustic1959 @yournormalidiot @moldy-guacamole
Matilda by Harry styles
@cimacally @nicoandthepoets @lc-27 @agent-of-imagined-chaos @two-entire-bits @justanotheroutsidersblog @anya-xoxo
Nothings New by Rio Romeo :3
@applecider13 @evieeexxx @angelicassassinations @y-a-w-p @moon-walkman
Thoroughfare by Ethel Cain!!
@dailytraingirl @poetsinnyc @lv3buzzz
Semi-Charmed Life by Third Eye Blind and Little Freak by Harry Styles
@pingunaa @poetsdeadhonor @perksofbeingpoet @thiamblogger
come sail away by styx, future so bright i gotta wear shades by timbuk 3 and marjorie by taylor swift??
@neil-perrys-suicidal-tendencies @neilperryismine @thiamsxbitch @inahallucination
não desligue o telefone by djavú (it was playing on my cousin’s bday yesterday, it’s a song that i listened to a lot in my childhood, it’s always fun to listen to it again and again)
@hemlocksandfoxgloves @ksbbb @wolfboy88 @maplesyrizzup @honestlydarkprincess @mmoosen @awinnn23 @so-long-soldier28 @haven-of-dusk @missing-thiam @endlessnightmaress @fluffypotatey @disasterpenguin @fruchtfliege @aristarr @kitjosten13 @buckdefencesquad @slimeyslimeyballsack @thiamstuff @morganasmissus @moths-in-hats @slice-of-magenta @akirasstories @rhyslahey @th30ra3k3n
@thiamblogger thank u for the tag, lil sis 💞
Can you love me while I hate myself by zeph
@codychristiantreasures @wolfboy88 @hemlocksandfoxgloves @ksbbb @angkis @crawlin-through-daisies @mmoosen @mayabrazton
Transparentsoul by WILLOW
@honestlydarkprincess @fruchtfliege @aristarr @blue-hair-and-angels @akirasstories
Heaven by Julia Michaels (there’s actually a reason for that!!! I’m currently writing a fifty shades of grey thiam AU so I’ve been listening to movies soundtrack and yeah… don’t judge me guys😔🙏🏻)
@fruchtfliege @starrenati @amethystskeleton @setevulpo @lekisand
Fantastic by King Princess
Or
Clocks by Coldplay
(I’m just writting about my girls for another chapter in ff and it fits.)
@queen-of-meows @jabberpool @avenging-captain
I just watched Monster High 2 and I’m listening to Reason We Got Magic on a loop since XD.
@tardisesandtitans @spoonietimelordy @solostinmysea
Was initially That’s So True by Gracie Abrams, because I finally started listening to it, but now it’s Disease by Lady Gaga
@nostalgia-tblr @bisexual-panic @lokiinmediasideblog @oswildin what are yours?
DISEASE YASSSSSS @tardisesandtitans (taste!!! 🙂↕️)
Currently mine is Girl That You Love by PATD & When The Dark Dresses Lightly by AURORA ✨
NPT: @azula-karai-27 @thefairywithboots @mylittledelulucorner
Thanks for tag love. I’m currently obsessed with Bad Bunny’s new album and the song CAFé CON RON is STUCK in my head it just reminds me of home and I LOVE IT
NPT: @ingoldthewizard @sapphirebarnes @iolaussharpe-24 @sayyestoheav3nn @loki-core-the-variant @divinely-yourz @nowritingonthewall @thetreefairypersonalblog @ladywynne @quinnparty @wilder-fangirl @lilleffa @cvntclip @crazybooklove-r @faretheeoscar @theaterm @have-you-seen-my-sanity @pink-chapo 💖
Tysm for the tag @mylittledelulucorner
At the moment, mine is Could’ve Been by HER and Bryson Tiller
NPT: @aquaticmercy @sarahowritesostucky
Thanks for the tag @sapphirebarnes 💖
Right now it’s Bite the Hand that Feeds by Nine Inch Nails
@cevansbaby-dove, @cevansbrat0007, @autumnrose40, @pia-bartolini, @bucksbabee
Angeles by Radio company 🥹
@sergeantbarnessdoll
@angelbabyyy99
@k-slla
@jackles010378
Like a prayer by Madonna
@nescavaneckdaily @nightxcreature @deanwinchestersgirl8734
Please Please Please by Sabrina Carpenter
@justwhisperingfantasies @lmhf1
When The Party’s Over - Billie Eilish
@thebiggerbear @zepskies @rubyvhs @mccartneyqp @roseblue373
@idk6505 @hiighlighterr
No One Noticed - The Marias
@tpwkmadeline @floralscented @deansbeer @gurugirl
soaked by shy smith hahahaha ANDDDD the dean edit i saw with it 🤞
@titsout4jackles @ultravi0lence14 @beausling @aileenunfiltered
man eater by nelly furtado (: it’s been on repeat since last night
@honeyryewhiskey @jasvtsc @bluemerakis
thank u for the tags @ultravi0lence14 & @titsout4jackles 🫶
just us — SZA & dj khaled + like him — ttc & lola young
ntps: @bohemianblasphemy @gibson-g1rl @starzify @foolinthera1n @bobabilbil @violent-darkness & anybody else who’d like to join 💋
thanks for the tag stink @bluemerakis
family tree (intro) by ethel cain — literally can’t get “the fates already fucked me sideways, swinging by my neck from the family tree,” !!!
no pressure tags: @overactiveprefrontalcortex @lacydollette @nemesyaaa @rafeysangelbaby @ultravi0lence14 @k0yote @rafescvntyclubgf @fallbhind @voidsuites @miguelspvssy @cherrygirlfriend
thank u for the tag @gibson-g1rl <333
360 featuring robyn & yung lean - charli xcx 🤭 specifically the part where it says “i started so young i didn’t even have email / now my lyrics on your booby” love this for myself. brat summer is still going strong for me guys. we love
no pressure tags: @jclolz22 @diyasgarden @bluestrd @crimsonvamps @vendetta-ari <33
thank u for the tag maya :D
currently it’s there’d better be a mirrorball- arctic monkeys 🩵 love love love that song. i even have a poster for it
no pressure tags ; sorry if you’ve already been tagged <3: @crimsonvamps @castiwls @catharticconsolation @jclolz22
thank u for the tag @bluestrd !!!
dry your eyes by the streets! it’s just so chill, i love the streets & laid by james!
npt: @meanmeanmeowth @meanmeanstridemeanmeanpride @ryvkkr @gallaghersgal , sorry if you’ve already been tagged or done this xx
i forgot abt this, but thank you mae!! ( @catharticconsolation )
i’ve been stuck on white ferrari by frank ocean for the past week it’s absolutely PATHETIC
also big shoutout to the wicked soundtrack because i’m a theater kid and it’s forever in my mind (notably as long as your mine)
i have no one to tag as i don’t really got tumblr moots but if you see this, by all means! :)
can you do one where you get broken up with and David comforts u, and maybe you realize that you actually like him or something?<3
Forget Him (David v. Erich)
(a/n: AND WE’RE BACK, HELLO! December was so chaotic (my hours doubled and it was lowkey a nightmare) so i apologize for the wait! but we’re LIVE! i hope u enjoy :) (fun fact: i now own part of david’s fit from the party scene…im sane))
“..And he called me needy, Dave. ‘Cause I wanted to see him more.”
David stood out at the stables, hat low over his head as he brushed the golden brown stallion in front of him. He was quiet, listening as you stomped around and ranted over some bastard he had no care for. Yet he cared for you, so he endured.
You were behind him, pacing your little heart out for the last twenty minutes. Your mind was reeling, desperately holding onto the painful memory as he worked. David felt you were running circles around him as you recalled every little bit of how your ex-boyfriend dumped you on a casual Tuesday night.
It was Wednesday morning, and you’d shown up before he’d tugged his boots on.
“It felt like an excuse. I usually don’t say anything, ‘cause I was scared. But—but I said screw it, if he cares for me in any way we’d talk it out,” you continued hastily as you slowly coming to a halt. “Then he dumped me.”
David bent down to set the brush back into the bucket. He pushed his hat back, turning to spare you a glance. That quick pause suddenly turned into forever as he took in your appearance. You looked as if your heart had been squeezed and drained, yet you managed to hold yourself high. Swallowing, he turned back to his stallion.
“Well, baby,” he began, his voice gruff. “He’s a bastard. Nothin’ more to it.”
“You always say that,” you countered, although you weren’t sure why. Your dejection trampled over your logic it seemed. Your frustration had his affection flying right over your head.
David snorted, “cause I’m right.”
“Well.” You took a step closer to him with a huff. “What would you have done?”
David’s gaze dragged over to you, just to find you watching him. Briefly, he was taken back by your question. Yet there wasn’t an ounce of hesitation as he answered, “I woulda listened.”
Taking off his hat, he scratched the back of his head. He still felt your eyes on him, and with a sigh, he put his back on and turned to face you.
“You really want my opinion?” David asked, and left no room for a response, “I never liked that guy. If anythin’, you took pity on him and all of a sudden he thought he was tough shit. He was no good for you.”
His gaze was so intense you had to force yourself to look to the ground. To hear him speak his truth…it wasn’t unusual for David. Yet this felt different, as if it was a little more personal than either of you realized.
David tilted his head, needing to get a better look at you. He could see a faint blush on your cheeks. Your eyes were darting all over the place, and your hands had slipped behind you to fidget. If he was anymore dumb than he considered himself to be, he’d assume his words had ruffled you.
Hell, he was a little relieved at the thought. At least you weren’t so upset anymore.
Without a second thought, he took off his hat and placed it over your head. He adjusted it so your view wasn’t completely obscured.
“I think the heat’s gettin’ to you,” he murmured, stepping closer. His gaze was soft, his hands careful despite their general roughness. Although his words were harsh, it wasn’t towards you. No, he could never be that way with you.
You tilted your head back, eyes wide. It messed with you, how he spoke and how he touched you. All you mustered was a quiet, “yeah..”
David couldn’t keep himself from cracking a smile. His hands fell to his sides, although he wished he had more courage to hold you, to keep you in his grasp. Instead, he turned back to the stallion, not forgetting why he was out in the stables in the first place.
As for you—your brain had become complete mush. All you could think about was how he looked at you, and how pretty those eyes of his were.
Oh, God.
your kiss is on my list
kevin von erich x shy!reader
my first ever blurb/fic thing/ I don't know what to call it!
responding to this comment on my announcement post: 'For Kevin Von Erich, first kiss blurb please'
warnings: none
genre: fluff, first kiss
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Kevin had tried his best to keep you away from his family. Not because he was *embarrassed*, definitely not.
He just... never wanted you to get overwhelmed by it all. You're friends, close friends, but you're the meekest, shiest thing he's ever seen. You can barely get through your order at the diner, and it's so awfully painful to watch that Kevin has started ordering for you, let alone stand your ground in a house full of rowdy boys and an even rowdier father.
But he just has to invite you to his birthday, because Kerry- cheif dick of the household- just had to drop you into conversation at the breakfast table, and his mother jumped straight onto it. And no matter how many times he tried to make excuses, saying that you were too busy, and you had something on.
Of course, you didn't. You're always free.
So, on the Friday night, for Kevin's twentieth birthday, you sat at the dinner table with his family, just listening to the conversation with these big doe eyes as you ate. God, you couldn't be any more gorgeous.
Three cans of beer got shared between the two of you, and hands were held beneath the table, calloused fingers wrapped round yours as he rested them on his thigh. It's his birthday. You simply can't deny him something so lovely.
It's at the end of the night, when your daddy's truck pulls up on the dirt track driveway, that Kerry drags you down the hall slowly, both hands in yours and this gorgeous little smirk on his face.
"What're you smiling at?.."
"Nothin'.., nothin', darlin', nothin'.."
But he is. He's smiling at something. Or is it someone?
When he stops you just before the front door, and he leans in ever so slowly, you understand. It's you.
And you skip off down the drive to your daddy's truck with smudged lipstick, a grin on your face and cheeks hot and flushed.
And Kerry looks proud as punch, smug as the cat who got the cream, as he stands there on the doorstep and waves you goodbye, blowing a multitude of kisses as you stop to yell,
"Happy Birthday!.."
God, he can die happy now.
note: please give me feedback on this, it's the first time i've done something that isn't a bot. thank you, and please send more requests on my asks!! Xx
OH MY GOD, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THAT REBLOG, BABY, I NEARLY CRIED!
YOU NEARLY CRIED?? I FELL TO MY KNEES AT 8 AM IN THE MORNING
(pssst i might sent in two of those kerry prompts bc i couldn’t contain myself,,,ur my hero)
Bot Dump:
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Kerry Von Erich- accident- After Kerry loses his foot in an accident, it takes a while for him to get used to his new body. But he's tired of you acting as if he's all fragile and vulnerable, and he just wants the same affection that you gave him before.
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Kerry Von Erich- always the bridesmaid, never the bride - At Kevin and Pam's wedding, Kerry can't help but imagine that it's you up there in that big white dress. He's going to make you a bride.
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Kerry Von Erich- goodnight brother david- David's gone. David's dead. And no one knows what to do. What is there to do but grieve and hold one another?
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Carmen Berzatto- waitress- Carmen isn't going to lie, but he can't remember hiring you. You've been working as a waitress at The Bear since it opened, but he hasn't ever spoken to you. But everyone sings your praises, and he has to make a move.
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Carmen Berzatto- stuck in the walk-in- Opening night couldn't go any worse. He's stuck in the walk-in with the restaurant's hostess, and he can't stop himself from freaking out. He just needs some comfort.
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Art Donaldson- my perfect family- Art Donaldson has never had a proper family. Sure, he's had his grandmother, who loves you by the way, but he never had siblings. But now, he has a partner, and a toddler, and a newborn, week old baby. Oh, how lucky he is.
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Art Donaldson- strip- Art's worse nightmare seems to come true: being sat in a strip club, surrounded by the Stanford tennis team, boys cheering him on as the most gorgeous stripper in the world comes to dance for him. But as he looks at you, he realises that he has to have you. And he just can't understand why, still, after months, you won't publicise your relationship. He's been trying his best to tell you: a job is just a job.
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Spencer Reid- lunch- God, you are driving Spencer wild. He doesn't know what to do without you, even the slightest second away makes him want to flip. And he knows that he's being a pain, but he can't not stop bothering you.
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Lip Gallagher- unadulterated loathing-Lip hates you, you hate him, but you have to tolerate one another for the sake of Ian, Lip's brother and your best friend. But Lip can't deny the fact that you're ridiculously hot, and it's only a matter of time before you act upon your enemies with benefits situation.
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note: all of the Von Erich bots are based off of the iron claw movie, and not the real life boys!!
i know i rarely repost but THIS ISBACTUALLY ONE OF MY FAVORITE WRITERS ON HERE!! even if ur not into c.ai shenanigans i beg you guys to check ‘em out 🙈
okay inbox update
i got three but i’m gonna combine two asssssssss that seems very logical (u will see soon), therefore i got two. KEEP EM COMIN GUYS
omfg David x pregnant reader 😭
Peppermint (David v. Erich)
(a/n: couldn’t come up w/ a title and i was desperate to post sue meee. anyways, R U THE SAME ANON? I VIBE W/ U HEAVILY thank you for the request!!)
Sat in the rocking chair, you popped a small chocolate peppermint chunk into your mouth as David was kneeled a few feet away. He was working on the crib and so far he hadn’t ran into any trouble. But he had gotten slower, and you were coming to the conclusion that he was getting lost in the instructions.
“Honey?” You called, tilting your head.
“Hmm?”
“Might be easier to read if it wasn’t at an angle.”
“Hmm.”
David turned the small pamphlet, brows furrowed as he skimmed over the words. Shit, he had managed to skip a step, and he’d have to take some of it apart to correct his mistake. And he didn’t want to do so in front of you, that would wound his pride.
Sighing, he closed the pamphlet and slid it away from him. ”I think I’m startin’ to get a headache, sweetheart.”
David took a moment to stretch, his back cracking after being hunched over for so long. He tried to be mindful of his posture, but this crib had completely taken over and he couldn’t think of much else. He let out a small huff as he glanced over to you.
You were half way there, your baby bump a little bigger than most at this stage. It made him grin. Of course, that was all because of him—and he couldn't be anymore proud. This was his baby, a special creation only he shared with you. Nothing could make him happier.
He pushed himself up, standing tall in the nursery room. David made his way over just to kneel again, and his hands gravitated to the bump. A small smile crept onto your face as he leaned in and pressed a kiss against the fabric of your shirt.
“How’re you doin’, kiddo?” He spoke softly, knowing the baby could hear him. His gaze then drifted up to meet yours. David couldn’t get enough of you, and he used the rocking chair to help him up. He pressed a kiss against your lips, then your forehead. You tasted sweet, all thanks to the bowl of sweets in your grasp.
“You’re stallin’, ain’t you?” You murmured against him as he kissed you again. A a grin spread on your lips. “Tryin’ to be sweet and all..”
David took a peppermint chunk and bit into it. He shook his head as he chewed, trying to keep his mouth occupied as to not give you a proper answer. But he couldn’t escape the look you were giving him, and he knew it wasn’t going to work. With another sigh, he leaned in to bury his face into the crook of your neck.
You giggled, his blonde hair tickling you some.
“David—“
“Shhh,” he shushed you, kissing your neck in attempt at distracting you. But it quickly became his own, and you could only tilt your head to rest your cheek against his head.
“It’s okay to ask for help.” You said to him, voice sweet and soft. He nearly melted, nearly caved and accepted. But he was too bent on doing it himself.
“You ain’t gonna make yourself uncomfortable ‘cause I’m an idiot.”
“Well, it wouldn’t hurt too much to have another idiot readin’ the instructions to you.”
David groaned, knowing you were too stubborn to back down. But he wasn’t exactly one to give in, not when it came to your contentment. His hands found your bump again, and he delicately rubbed his large palms over you.
“Now which one of my brothers are you talkin’ about?” He smiled against you, teasing you.
But that only gave you a better idea, and he felt you perk up. Surely Kevin, Kerry or Mike could come help. You knew they’d be more than willing, they’d drop anything for their niece—or nephew.
David pulled back, just enough to look at you. “No.”
“Yes.”
“Darlin’,” he protested. “I don’t need—“
“It wouldn’t hurt to ask.”
David opened his mouth, knowing he needed a rebuttal. He always had a good fight in him no matter if he was in the wrong or if it was plain dumb. Yet it was entirely different when it came to you. He had nothing, and the look in your eye dared him to test what patience you had.
“..Shhii—ooot,” he corrected himself. “Alright, darlin’, you win.”
David kissed you one last time before he got back up. Before he walked away, he heard you mutter to yourself, “damn right.”
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My Love, Mine (David v. Erich)
(a/n: I SAW THIS JUST TODAY AND PANICKED. i’m working through requests i got (which are open fyi) but this took me by storm. thank u so much anon!! enjoyyyy)
As his spouse, you hit the jackpot with David. He’s tender and attentive, and he’s never given you a single reason to doubt him. Even when he’s on the road there wasn’t a single day that went by without hearing from him, feeling him and how much he loved you.
Now, as the father to your newborn? You don’t know where to begin.
The moment your baby was born, you felt a shift from him as his eyes fell on the wailing newborn. As she calmed on your chest, David was cautious to touch them. The biggest of his family, he couldn’t comprehend the little girl on top of you. You were a little thing compared to him, and he half-expected a mighty baby to pop out. But she was small, fragile with a strong set of lungs. A perfect mix between the two of you.
After your gentle assurance, he laid his large palm over her head, feeling wisps of her hair. He hasn’t let go since.
When he’s home, he’s always holding the baby. He loves to talk, loves to go on and on about anything and everything. Sometimes you’ll catch him in the living room, laid back against the couch and watching a late-night wrestling match with the baby snuggled against his chest. Most times he’s watching his brothers, still supporting them despite being home. He’ll have the volume low, and you can hear his soft murmurs, detailing everything for your child.
Other times he’s out at the stables or in the barn. You’ll watch from afar as he carries your little girl around, how he’ll proudly show the horses of your creation. You’d gotten onto him once over it, concerned over the animals getting too close—and he always tells you he’s careful.
He’s so goddamn careful, so loving. It makes your heart swell.
“When do y’think she’ll grow hair?” David whispers to you one night. You had just got the baby down, and the two of you stood over the crib. He was wrapped around you, head ducked to speak into your ear.
“She’s already growin’ hair,” you quietly laugh. “It’s just…light. Blonde, like yours.”
David squeezes you at that, shifting to be impossibly closer. “Like mine…goddamn.”
He’s in awe of it all. David was a natural, he’d grown up raising horses. He’d grown up protecting his two younger brothers, and still watching out for Kevin. He was born to be a father, just as he was born to be your husband.
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HAPPY THANKSGIVING!
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I Need You By Me (David v. Erich)
(a/n: i got this idea two weeks ago at work…finally it’s here…guys i crave interaction don’t hesitate to drop in my ask box PLEASE (okay enjoy))
David stood in front of the dining table, hands on his hips as he watched you process his request. On the table was a black-glittered jacket and a pair of yellow trunks. He watched you lean back against the chair you sat on, knuckle over your mouth. It looked as if you were trying not to laugh.
“So?” He asked, “can you do it?”
“I can,” you quickly nodded, sitting up to seem more professional. “But you’re gonna look goofy, Dave.”
David scoffed, “the fans will love it.”
“You want Texas, in rhinestones, on your butt.”
David reached for his gear, embarrassed by his artistic vision—if he could even call it that, since it was downright terrible. Not to mention he embarrassed himself in front of you, willingly. It was no secret he had a schoolboy crush on you, as Kevin would say, and it was slightly crushing that you wouldn’t think his ideas—
“Hey, hey,” you stopped David from taking his gear and walking out. Hands on his knuckles, you pried his things from him to put back on the table.
“I was teasing, okay? I think it’ll look…I think they’ll love it. I’ll do it.”
“Yeah?” David slightly grinned, still feeling the embarrassment burn through his soul. But damnit, you gave him hope.
“Yeah,” you nodded, before adding, “but this isn’t free labor.”
“No, ‘course not…” David was quick to pull out his wallet, trying to pull out a few twenties. But you stopped him again, hand reaching to grab his.
“I don’t want your money, Dave. I want a free ticket to this match. Can you do that?”
David’s heart pounded, and it almost hurt. He nodded as words got caught in his throat. Putting his wallet back into his pocket, he cleared his throat and looked down to you.
“You got it, sweetheart.”
He walked out, waving to you before he closed the door behind him. Kevin was waiting in his truck, looking directly at the house. As soon as David got in, Kevin smacked his shoulder.
“What’d she say?”
“She’d do it,” David smiled, only thinking of how you agreed, “after callin’ me an idiot.”
“She didn’t.”
“No, she didn’t…I felt like one, though.”
Kevin put a firm hand on David shoulder and shook him. He was proud of his brother, feeling like at least he was getting somewhere with you.
The next day, David returned around the same time. He held a bouquet of yellow roses as he knocked on your door. He was more nervous than before, afraid he’d stutter when he explained himself. Of course, he played the scenario over and over again.
When the door opened, his mind flipped over. He was good under pressure, real good. But he found it hard to keep himself together when around you.
“Hey, sweetheart,” he greeted, “could I come in?”
Eyeing the bouquet, you unlocked the screen door and held it open. David ducked as he stepped in, hat almost hitting the top of the frame. Immediately it was taken off and he set it at the coat rack. Heading to the table, he saw you were working on his black jacket. There were shapes already cut to be placed on the back, and he felt a twinge of excitement.
“It looks good.” He turned to you, reminding himself not to crush the stems of the yellow roses. “Real good.”
You smiled at him. “You think so?”
David pointed to the yellow and white fabric, “that right there? That’s the best…”
He had to squint. Shit, what is that?
“That’s Texas.” You said for him as you traced over the shape. Of course, it only clicked in his head then.
“Best damn Texas I’ve ever seen.” David complimented, eyes on you rather than the fabric. You caught his gaze, and you couldn’t help but smile. “Thank you, David.”
You sat down as David’s attention shifted onto the green stem and yellow rose which had yet to be sewn together. He had hope you hadn’t had worked on the rose yet, as he wanted an excuse to bring you flowers.
He had to quickly come up with something else.
“Who’re the flowers for?” You asked as you got back to work. David switched hands, double checking himself as to not crush them.
“You.” He answered, and was glad he sounded so causal. David dipped his head to stare down the roses. “I got them so you’d have somethin’ to look on if it got too complicated.”
“Oh,” was all you could say. David’s gaze found yours, and he realized how red your face was. “That’s really kind of you, David. Thank you.”
David handed them over, and you went off to find a vase. As he waited, he took a look at your progress so far. All the pieces were there, ready to be connected by thread. Before he could truly form a fully thought, he grabbed the yellow fabric and stuffed it in his pocket. It was a horrible thing to do, you most likely spent time trying to perfect the flower’s outline, but he could t help himself. He needed to buy time, needed a reason to visit.
To not seem too obvious, he crossed his arms.
A few moments later, you came back with the roses in a vase. Since there was no centerpiece on the table, that’s where it was placed.
“Well, I should go. I got…this thing with Kevin.” David took a step back, wanting to dash out the door. It felt wrong to take the piece you crafted. But he made up his mind, needing another excuse to come back. Even if that excuse hadn’t been thought up yet.
When he left, you soon realized the shape of the rose was missing. You looked everywhere, from the top of the table to the bottom.
At least you had a reference, now, rather than having to freestyle it.
David came back the following day, tired from training, but craving you. It was almost an itch that he needed to scratch; no matter what he did, his mind gravitated towards you.
This time, he held a small slip in his grasp. Knocking, he waited for you to answer.
“David?” You were surprised to see him again, and just before you could question why he was coming around so much, he held up the ticket. In an instant your face lit up. You came out of the house to take the slip.
“Front row, baby,” he said as you scanned over the details. When you peered up at him, he flashed you a smile. “What d’ya think?”
You hummed, trying not to completely beam at the thought of being right there, so close to the ring. Sure, there’d be plenty of cameras around, but you didn’t care at the moment. “I think you gotta let me tailor for you more.”
David chuckled as he leaned in, bracing himself against the door.
“I’d have to see how my gear looks.” He compromised, and you led him in. Taking him to your back room, the table was much more of mess than before. Little stones and stars were lined up, and he saw you had sewed the state onto his jacket. The stem was halfway on, and he saw his yellow trucks at the corner.
“Do you take breaks?” He questioned, sounding a little alarmed. Bulky rhinestones spelled TEXAS across the back of his trunks. It was better than he had imagined.
“No, yes…” You held in a laugh. A tired laugh, because it was hard to say if the time you spent away from the table could be considered breaks. “When it feels right, I do.”
David crossed his arms as he took a good look around.
“..Have you had lunch?” He asked, after deeply inhaling. “I could use a bite…I think you need one.”
At the mention of a proper meal, you couldn’t deny your hunger. A burger sounded wonderful, as did a slice of pizza. The thought was making you lose your grip on what you needed to be doing, the work you needed to finish.
Meanwhile, David was staring at you. Part of him wanted to wrap an arm around your shoulders, to pull you along and get you out of the house. The other was too nervous, too caught up in how you might react.
Damnit, he did it anyways. For the first time, he had the courage.
“C’mon,” he encouraged, leading you to the front door. “I’ll pay.”
