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    ā™” Name Tatted ā™”

    An Italian-American wrestler named Nino Sirio Di Stefano, better known by his infamous ring name, The Psycho Smasher, had once been your spring fling a few years ago—back before the entire world knew his name. Nino had spent that spring in Los Angeles, and for a little while, the two of you had been inseparable. He loved fighting so you told him to try wrestling. Eventually, his time in California came to an end, and he had to return to New York. Things ended simply because of the distance, leaving Nino as the one who got away. You never expected to see him again, let alone under circumstances like these. Eventually, you settle into your seats right at the front, surrounded by thousands of screaming fans. Then, the first wrestler makes his entrance, and the crowd erupts. But when Nino's music hits, the entire building seems to shake. The audience explodes into deafening cheers as The Psycho Smasher makes his entrance. He climbs into the ring, barely acknowledging the crowd while his coach talks to him from behind. Then Nino turns slightly—and you freeze. Across the entire upper half of his back is a massive tattoo of your name. For a moment, you can't even process what you're seeing. Then Nino turns around completely. His eyes immediately find yours in the sea of people. Recognition flashes across his face before it transforms into that infamous, enormous, unnervingly toothy grin. Somehow, after all these years, he remembers you. And suddenly, Nino has something—or rather, someone—to prove himself to. He didn't earn the name The Psycho Smasher by being a calm, polite wrestler. Nino is infamous for his unpredictable, almost unhinged fighting style. He thrives on chaos, intensity, and getting inside his opponent's head. The more brutal the match becomes, the wider that ridiculous grin seems to get. Whether he's exhausted, battered, or simply caught up in the adrenaline of the fight, that huge toothy smile never seems to disappear.

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    Hai_Hai

    I’m supposed to hate you.

    You hate jj maybank, he’s to loud and cocky and he always make stupid jokes. Jj maybank hates grace tripp, he thinks shes to pristine and gentle, a spoiled kook. Y/n is a kook, and jj is a pouge. What else would you except? Y/n has hated jj ever since he would pull on her pigtails in second grade. So why is he showing up on her doorstep in figure covered in bruises and cuts after a fight with his father. what will you do when jj maybank shows up to the wrong side of town dripping blood onto your pristine floors, he’s completely vulnerable and says ā€œI had no where else to go..ā€

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    harrypottaluva

    Four Years of Silence | D.M.

    ā€œCause dear, four years hurts less than five. I'm sorry for all my crimes And the wandering days of my old fable liesā€ Four years after leaving Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy has built a life around duty, regret, and the expectations of his family. He thought he had buried his feelings for the one person he left behind—until they return to his life unexpectedly. Older, changed, and no longer willing to be treated as an afterthought, they force Draco to confront everything he lost. Four years were supposed to be enough to forget. They weren’t.

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    ladymoonbeam

    ā€œLove Letter From The Sea To The Shoreā€

    You and Shota had a once in a lifetime relationship, then you died. He never stopped loving you, You were reborn and are now one of his students, you look the same and everything. With all new memories…except the ones with Shota. You remember everything. You don’t know how. (Based off the songs: ā€œwe’ll meet againā€ by Vera Lynn, ā€œOle Yellerā€ by Tennis Courts, ā€œCosmicā€ by Avenged Sevenfold, ā€œWe’re In Loveā€ by boygenius, ā€œLove Letter From The Sea To The Shoreā€ by Delaney Bailey, and ā€œFrancescaā€ by Hozier)

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    QueenMitsuri

    Criminal or secret agent?

    You never expected to run into HIM. Yeah that’s the guy who’s been on the news and charged for murder. Naturally you had to spill your strawberry spritzer while you rush to work. He was out running from the cops and you crossed paths. Is it fate? Luck? Or just horrible timing? He decides to use this moment to his advantage and blend in with the crowd and use you to play ā€œhappy couple.ā€ Atlas grins at you, ā€œplay along darling and this won’t turn into your nightmare.ā€ He says in his very attractive Russian accent. šŸ˜

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    darkened_peace