I Needed You: After Wardlow lost his championship at Full Gear he left the arena frustrated causing him to miss your big match. You had just become the new AEW women's world champion and all you wanted was him to be backstage supporting you. What happens when you find out he missed the whole thing and is nowhere to be found?
Deserving Better: Everyone told me I was too good for you but I didn’t listen. I told them you were deserving of my love. I guess I was wrong, you broke my heart, you can apologize all you want but It will never fix what happened.
Wardaddy: Reader finds out she's pregnant after she lost her title at double or nothing. Will the nickname she jokingly gave her boyfriend “Wardaddy” gain a whole other meaning?
NSFW Alphabet: Pretty Self explanatory ❤️🔥
Positive Affirmations: When Y/n is down in the dumps Wardaddy makes sure to remind her how much he loves her ✉️
Hi I love your writing! I was wondering if you I could request #1 from 50 Wordless Ways to Say “I Love You” with Wardaddy from Fury? Thank you 💛
1. Holding their hands when they are shaking.
50 WORDLESS WAYS TO SAY I LOVE YOU
Warnings: war flashbacks
Don had been in a war and everyone’s outcome from that is different and often not pretty. You knew that this would be something you had to deal with when you saw him leave for war the first time. He was a strong guy and would likely be alright but still, you often worried at home as you attempted to keep yourself busy.
When he got home he was very closed off at first. It took him a while to get used to showing you any emotions, so long you wondered if he was just going to be a rock for the rest of his life.
Then one afternoon you came home from work to find him sitting on the couch, shaking, his head in his hands. You rushed to his side and kneeled in front of him, putting your hand on his knees.
“Don?” you whispered. He shook his head so you grabbed one of his hands and held it with both of yours. He shook and you waited for him to react to you.
After a long moment he just leaned forward, wrapped his arms tightly around you with his head in the crook of your neck and he finally wept.
Imagine Don defending you when Grady starts molesting you
Everything seemed so peaceful until Grady and Trini came into the room.The smell of alcohol crawling up your nose made you sick.Everything was already at its worst and now they had to ruin maybe your last peaceful moment you’ll ever have in this cold time of war.It took some time until both of them sat down to the table, Grady to your left.
It was quiescent.
Gradys voice broke the silence, “Don, how does it come that you find such lovely little whores but don’t tell us, I thought we were friends?Especially this one,” his head nodding in your direction.”Me and Gordo would like to fuck something decent looking from time to time and not only these sick and disgusting whores begging for chocolate.”
Don looked at him without any mimic in his face, looking down on his plate starting to eat.
“Mh would you like that?”Grady faced to his right, his disgusting breath hitting your face, his arm wiggling around you, him coming even closer.Dons voice interrupted him:”Shut up Coon Ass.”
Grady started to whisper,“Me fucking your dirty little cunt, huh?The little newcomer here and Don already did that right?Do you want me to go a little up, maybe in your ass or your pretty little mouth?” his fingers squeezed your face, forcing you to look at him.He licked his lips looking down at yours, your eyes travelling to Don, him meeting your gaze.Grady spoke up again,”She really got a good mouth, look at those lips, so luscious like a priest daughters pussy, i bet you suck good you little-”“Shut the fuck up.”Dons gaze pierced right through Gradys lust filled eyes, he stood up slammed his knife onto the table, everyone flinching, and spat on Gradys lap, him instinctively moving away from the table.The message was clear.”Oh you’ll see.” Grady said while he and Trini left,his eyes were filled with anger.
Don sat back down looking over to you, “Take care of yourself young lady.”
Your Eyes locked with Dons for a good minute until everyone started to eat agan.
Never Alone (Don “Wardaddy” Collier x reader) Fury 2014
Just something that popped in my head today and I had time to write. Yay! Plus I watched Fury recently and my love of that movie grows every time I watch it.
Reader is written as she/her instead of y/n but no other description is given.
Warnings: none really. some swearing, sadness, fluff.
Words:1780
She had been so excited when the Private told her she had mail. Tearing the envelope practically in half, she did not check who sent it. There was only one person (well two technically) who sent her mail. Her grandparents. Her grandfather was the one who wrote the letters though. He was the one who mattered. Since his own son dumped his toddler on his parents' doorstep and walked away, her grandfather had treated her as his own. Better than his own.
Ever since she was able to walk she waddled around following her grandfather. He teased her calling her his shadow, but she knew he loved it. He was the one that taught her to fish, to hunt, to shoot, to defend herself, everything he knew about engines and machines.
He had been in the Great War, a Captain, but when this war rolled around, age and injury prevented him from joining.
So she did.
The tanks were supposed to be rolling out soon. This was only a short reprieve until they headed to the next town to liberate and secure it. Nothing unusual.
For the brief moments she had, she hid behind her current home- the tank Fury. As an assistant mechanic, she knew every part of the tank, almost better than Grady since she could fit into the smaller spots better than him. The rest of the crew- her boys as she teased them- were getting some hot chow. Wardaddy probably was talking with that stupid lieutenant, that acted like he was better than everyone else, to learn where they were going. For the moment, she was alone. A rarity that she planned on taking full advantage of.
She tore the envelope and ripped out the letter, eager for news from home.
Immediately she knew something was wrong.
The words were written in a lovely cursive, not the typical choppy, slant she associated with her grandfather's handwriting. There were dried tear marks smudging some of the words and scattered around the paper.
Sweetheart, I don't know how to make this any easier on you, so I am just going to say it. Your grandfather is gone. There was an accident. The neighbor's truck was acting up again so your grandfather went to help and then…
The words blurred before her eyes, no longer recognizable. Gone… her grandmother could not even come out and say the truth. He was dead. The man that mattered most to her was dead.
She wanted to scream at the heavens, she wanted to cry until there was nothing left in her, she wanted to burn the letter and pretend her world had not imploded.
Mostly she just wanted her grandfather back.
Instead she sat there, kneeling in the mud, staring out over the field next to the tanks, the letter clutched in her hand like her life depended on it. Tears streaked down her cheeks, cleaning away the grime and grease that felt like a permanent stain on her skin.
The fog in her mind lifted when she heard someone call her name. Turning her head slowly, she glanced over her shoulder to see Bible approaching her. Gordo stood a few feet away watching her, eyebrows furrowed. She could guess why. She never cried. Even when a chunk of tank pierced her thigh and Wardaddy had to pull it out, no tears fell. Even when everyone else in their unit died, tanks blown sky high, she never shed a tear.
"What's wrong, Whiskey? You hurt?"
Silently she handed him the letter. Words felt like too much effort right now. Even hearing her nickname felt like a stab to her gut. Her grandfather had instilled in her the knowledge of good whiskey so now she was humorously picky when it came to drinking alcohol.
It did not take long for him to understand. "Oh, Whiskey. I'm so sorry." He wrapped his arms around her, putting his chin on the top of her head as she pressed her face to his chest. "He's in Heaven now with our Lord, looking down on you. No more pain, only happiness. He probably found himself a bench with Saint Peter and is keeping an eye on you, yeah? Looking out for his girl."
She nodded, thankful for Bible's intuition of what she needed to hear.
He held her for a few more moments before the cries of 'move out' sounded and men piled back into the tanks, war ready to resume.
He let her go but stared into her eyes. "You need to talk, or even a hug, you find me."
"Tha...thank you."
"We're family. A bit dysfunctional but family."
She chuckled, quickly wiping away the dried tears with the sleeve of her jacket, caking her face in grime once again. One more nod to each other, they stood up and clambered into Fury. Gordo squeezed her hand when she slipped into the gunner's seat next to him. Coon-Ass patted her shoulder awkwardly. Wardaddy gave her a brief nod, but it was his gaze, all the sentiment in it almost broke her resolve to bury her pain.
Now was not the time. They had a job to do.
Best job she ever had.
******
That evening, under the stars, she leaned against a brick building that once was a cafe but now was half demolished. Cigarette between her lips as her thoughts threatened to overwhelm her. Everyone that was not on guard duty was asleep.
Footsteps approached her but she knew who it was without looking. She knew he would find her eventually. He always did.
Without a word, he leaned against the brick next to her, lighting his own cigarette. They stood that way, silently, watching the stars as the smoke from their cigarettes drifted upward to join the celestial beings.
Giving in, she tipped her head to the side, laying it against Don's shoulder, his arm wrapping around her.
"He's dead."
"Yeah."
"I don't… I don't know what to do."
"You keep living." His harsh tone made her peer up at him in the dark, but he continued, staring ahead. "You keep living every goddamn day doing the best you can, to honor them, but mostly cause you alive and they aren't. You live while there is breath in your lungs because one day there won't be and you don't want to realize you wasted those breathes. Trust me on that."
And she did. She knew about the scars on his back and where they came from. One drunken night he told her and Bible about it.
He pressed a chaste kiss to the top of her head. "I'll take care of you."
"I know. But when this damn war is over and we go home, I…."
"I'll take care of you." He interrupted, exhaling, smoke slipping between his lips.
"What?"
"You heard me. You aren't going home alone. You're coming home with me." His statement said, so matter of fact, as he kept staring at the stars.
"I am?"
"Yeah, be my wife. There's land behind my folks place. We'll build a house and you can hunt in the woods all day long or work on vehicles in the garage."
"You want me to marry you?" She needed to make sure she was not hallucinating.
"I sure as hell ain't letting you marry any of these other bastards."
She could not help it. She threw her head back and laughed. God, it felt good. Anything was better than crying.
Turning around so she was facing him properly, his arm still around her, hand on her hip now, she stared at him. Taking one last inhale of her cigarette, she dropped it onto the ground. She had always thought he was attractive. At the beginning she may have even had a schoolgirl crush on him. As time passed and she got to know him more, that crush evolved into something deeper. Something stronger. His loyalty, his protectiveness for those he cared about, his nerves of steel, his sincerity and his ability to think calmly and rationally even in the most dire of circumstances...those things began to mean more to her than just his pretty face. Even if it was very pretty.
"You serious? You really want me to marry you?"
"That's what I said."
She stared at him, trying to imagine herself as his wife, as living a simple life together. Something she had never imagined for herself before...until now. And with the picture in her mind, she realized she wanted that. More specific, she wanted that with him. "Well, ok."
He finally looked down at her, lips turned up just slightly. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. Yes, Don, I will marry you."
A full, brilliant smile split his face. He dropped his cigarette and cupped her face, pressing his lips against hers in a mad rush. Her own hands grabbed his jacket, pulling him as close as possible as she opened her mouth to allow their tongues to dance. She wondered if this is what it felt like to be on morphine. A lightness filled her, everything felt right with the world, a warmth stirred in her belly. Kissing Don Collier had to be the best thing she had ever done in her life. Well maybe second best thing, since she agreed to marry him and fully expected more kisses in the future.
Breathing heavy once their lips unlatched, Don held her close, his chin on top of her head. Her hands still gripped his jacket but now more to steady herself. Her legs felt like limp noodles and her mind was in a euphoria of bliss.
"So, this means we're calling you Warmomma instead of Whiskey?"
She looked over to see Bible standing nearby, a shit-eating grin on his face.
"Don't you dare." She glared but his smile only grew and she could feel Don attempting to suppress his own laughter.
"We'll don't stay up too late you two…" he pointed a finger at them, "...and no funny business."
"Night, Boyd." Don said, lighting a new cigarette.
Bible shook his head, still smiling before sticking his hands in his pockets and strolling away.
"He's right. We should probably bed down."
"Mmm…" He slowly ran his hand up and down her back.
"Want to keep me warm tonight? Gordo stole my blanket yesterday, so…" she shrugged, struggling to keep her voice light.
He smirked. "I can do that."
They walked back towards the others, his arm around her shoulders and hers around his side. She realized in the moment that if they survived this war, she would never be alone. Her future was not how she planned it to be...but perhaps it would be even better.
Warnings: boys talking about girls, pin-up gals, war
Author’s Note: Hi honey! I hope you like this, I loved this request every one you give is so awesome which I say every time but I mean it. It’s rare for me to get super excited at a request but I do with yours so thank you for that. I hope I did it justice!
Requested: by @fancycandy, Hi dear! I hope you're doing well! I was wondering if you could perhaps write a Wardaddy, where his wife is a famous pin-up? The boys don't know they're married, but notice he gets rather intimate cards of her. And they always tease him over it but he's just like "yeah, because she's my wife" and of course they don't believe him. Until they come home and she's waiting there for Don? Ofc you don't have to if you don't want to. Tysm and ily and take care 🥰
Summary: the request
Genre: fluff
I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director
(not my gif)
Every single boy in the army knew who you were. They had seen your pictures and some of them even had cards of you with them before they were sent to fight. You were a pinup model and a good one at that. Some people said it wasn’t hard to be a model of your nature but it sure was different with you. The others just didn’t look like they were nearly as good. There was no need for Don to tell any of them that he knew you but it sure as hell annoyed him when he got down to it.
One afternoon, all the guys were hanging around a campfire. They had a big fight they were heading to the next day. It was bound to take the life out of everyone, hopefully not literally. They were preparing in their own ways, some of them looking through old letters from family and some of them eating a meal as though it would be their last.
Don sat against his pack when he was flipping through the letters you had sent him from the few weeks before. You had sent cards with your letters, ‘to keep him company’ you said. You were flirty even through the letters. In the face of death, you still made him laugh and flustered, a task only you could accomplish.
“Is that Y/L/N?” Boyd asked, looking over Man's shoulder. He let out an annoyed sigh. He had told you to take his last name but you said Collier didn’t roll off the tongue when you’re talking to your audience. Although legally you were Y/N Collier.
“What’s it to you?” Don grumbled. Boyd took the picture from Don’s hands despite the protests. Don tried to grab it but Boyd had already walked over out of reach and where the guys were sitting. They huddled around the picture.
“Where the fuck did you get this?” Grady asked, snatching the picture from Boyd. It was a rather intimate picture of you. The ones that you had done had already been circulated through the camp, they had every one. None of the guys had ever seen this picture before.
Don stood up and took the picture back, annoyed. He put it in the envelope with the rest but the guys had already seen that there were more in there.
“Are you serious? How many of those are unseen?!” Trini asked. Don sealed the envelope up.
“How did you get them?” Grady asked.
“She’s my fuckin wife,” he announced proudly.
The guys laughed. They knew enough about you to know you weren’t married, you couldn’t possibly be married. If you were, every man there had their dreams crushed by Don Collier.
“Bullshit,” Boyd called. Don shrugged.
“I don’t have to prove it to you.”
“You’re right you don’t,” Trini started, “because there is no way you could be married to Y/N Y/L/N.”
He shrugged and pointed the envelope at the guys before putting it back in his jacket. They watched with intense eyes as they did so.
Everyone there knew they would be trying to steal that envelope and that is why Don burned it that night. There would always be more.
When the war ended and the guys were sent back home was a momentous occasion for you. You hadn’t seen your husband in so long and you were ready to be with him again. Hearing his words in your mind through his letters just would never be enough.
You got dolled up. It was the first time in so long you had gotten dolled up to see the man you loved so you were extra about it. Really curling your hair, picking his favorite dress on you, doing your makeup like it was the last day of your life.
You were waiting with the other families and wives and girlfriends. Your excitement was through the roof as you muttered back and forth on your heels. When you saw Don your heart lurched. He saw you at about the same time and his arms opened as you jumped into them.
“I missed you! Good God I missed you!” you screamed. He rocked you back and forth, laughing as he gave you a kiss and then another and then another.
The other guys were saying hello to their families as you and Don were holding each other. It felt so good to have you back in his arms. He hadn’t really realized how much he had missed it.
It was Boyd who saw you first. He turned around to see Don and you kissing which surprised him enough. Then he realized it was you.
“Shit, you weren’t lying,” he called, causing the other guys to look over at what Boyd was looking at. You gave them all a small smile.
“Y/N these are the dumbasses,” he told you. You gave them a smile, one that they had seen on their cards thousands of times before but this one seemed more genuine.
“It’s nice to meet you all. I’ve heard a lot about you, through the letters,” you said. They were surprised at how sweet you sounded. Unbelievable.
“We thought he was joking with us when he said you were married.” You leaned into Don’s side and he gave the guys a smug look. You held up your left hand that had your wedding ring.
“7 years almost!”
“Been together much longer though,” Don explained. You shoved him but he kept his arm around you tightly which you didn’t mind.
“Damn Don,” Trini breathed.
“Next time y’all don’t listen to me, think twice,” he said, pointing at them. You smiled and turned away from them.
“They didn’t see that one picture I sent-”
“Never. Not once.”
“Good. Thank you.” You laughed. “I missed you.” He chuckled and kissed your forehead.
Warnings: cussing, crude talk, guns, war atmosphere
Author’s Note:
Requested: by anon, May i request a Wardaddy fic where his wife snuck into the war and she meets Norman keeps thinking they’re gonna get in trouble for having a woman but she’s been there since the beginning so nothing is gonna happen. Wardaddy and freaked fluff - 💜. 😘😘
Summary: the request!
Genre: fluff
(not my gif)
The guys had known you had snuck into the war since the very beginning. They knew you were the only girl in the world (other than their moms probably) that they would never harm and protect furiously, even Grady. But you were tough and the fact that you had been around since the beginning and lived sure made sure of that.
So when Norman came and was seemingly weirded out by having you around they had none of it. There was no way in hell any of the guys were gonna let Norman call you out or tell anyone important who hadn’t okayed your stay not that many people would take you back now anyway.
Norman first saw you talking to Don and was originally only worried about you because you had called Wardaddy Don in the first place. He didn’t understand the role you played. He didn’t understand most of what was going on. He didn’t think he belonged there. But all he knew was that the army wasn’t taking women and that you shouldn’t have been there and that was all he had the guts to point out at the time.
He asked Boyd about it, making sure to steer clear from Wardaddy so he didn’t get into trouble if he was going to ask about you.
“We aren’t allowed to have a girl around are we?” Norman asked, watching shakily as Boyd and Grady were cleaning their guns and eating and talking. They both looked at him, realizing for a minute that no one had told him about you and how to act around you.
“She’s allowed around,” Grady grumbled, snorting. Norman looked around to see if you were around but he didn’t see you around.
“Are you sure? I heard this one place who had snuck in some girls-” Boyd quickly snapped shut a part of his gun and looked over at Norman who retreated into himself at the reaction.
“Y/N’s been around longer than you have sugar cane. Shut the fuck up about her before she slits your throat because I’m starting to think she could,” he said straight and Norman let out a sigh, hoping that they wouldn’t get in trouble.
They had to be getting ready to leave the next day but for now they were just standing around a fire, hoping beyond hope they didn’t get caught up in any shit. You were sitting beside Wardaddy, talking softly to him. Norman hadn’t seen Wardaddy talk to anybody else as softly as he was to you and he wondered briefly your relationship to the rest of the crowd.
You caught Norman's eye over the loud bellowing of the rest of the guys and walked over to sit next to him.
“Hey Norman right? Y/N Collier,” you said, holding out your hand for him to shake. He was stunned for a moment as he thought about you really hard, trying to figure out what he couldn’t.
“Yeah. Are you Wardaddys sister?” You laughed and shook your head. Don looked over at you, giving Norman a look.
“Wife. I’m Don's wife,” you said straight and Norman breathed in a large bit of breath as he saw Don't walk over quicker seeing Norman's face. You patted the spot beside you and he sunk down.
“You’re married?!” he said loudly and you laughed, nudging Don in the side. Boyd pointed at the group of you and the rest of the guys tuned into the conversation.
“High school sweethearts and all that shit,” you told him. He nodded slowly and the guys laughed.
“You didn’t know they were married?” Grady asked loudly, laughing already because he knew the answer. Don rolled his eyes as he pointed over to the guys to keep them in check. They raised their hands in innocence but continued to laugh.
“You treat her as you would treat these fuckers. She’s no different,” Don told Norman and you raised an eyebrow.
“You fucked the guys?” you asked laughing and Don pursed his lips, hitting you in the side. There was an eruption of laughter that you enjoyed listening to and you turned back to Norman.
“Just don’t treat her like shit or he’ll kick your teeth in,” Trini said seriously. Norman nodded sternly, taking the warning to heart.
“Guess that explains how she got in,” Norman commented. You slapped him on the back.
“Hey don’t chalk me up to my husbands brute. I can get in all by myself.” You turned to Don and he looked at you, softer than he looked at the guys of course that was evident to everyone. Norman could tell that if two people had ever been in love it would be you guys. It was clear and he wondered how he couldn’t have caught onto that before.
“She had some help,” Don grumbled and you shrugged.
“Yeah your brute scared the guys into letting me stay. That was all the help I needed.”
You stood up and stepped over the things you were sitting on and leaned against Don’s back.
“You turnin in already?” Grady called disappointed. You nodded over at Norman and then patted your husbands back.
“Don’t wanna scare the new guy before he goes into the killin tomorrow. You comin?” you asked Don and he nodded standing up slowly.
“One of you fuckers isn’t ready at the crack of dawn I’ll shoot you down myself, won’t even let them fuckin Germans get the chance,” he annoucned and they nodded, understanding he was probably telling the truth there. He turned around and followed you to where you shared a tent.
You leaned into his side as he walked.
“You think Normans gonna be okay?” you pondered. He kissed your forehead before you crawled into the tent.
“All I know is that you’re gonna be okay and that is all I give two fucks about.” You rolled your eyes and kissed him properly. Down by the campfire which was a ways away now you could hear whooping and hollering which made you roll your eyes and pull away.
You held up your middle finger and then climbed into the tent after Don.
“Damn I wish my girl came with me to war,” Boyd muttered.
