WHAT THE FUCKKKKKK

excuse me I’m gonna need three business days to recover from this

At the same damn time…

Don't mind the loss. I'm leaving here with something.

WillMack

is it too much to ask for this facial hair to make a return 👉🏻👈🏻

Branded|| 𝘔. 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘳

*Gif not mine*

Pairings: Mitch Marner x gf!reader

Summary: You get Mitch’s number tattooed right above your ass.

Word count: 606

Warnings: fluff, ass slapping mentioned🫢, Mitch getting handsy, jealous Mitch.

Requested: no

Note: totally based off of One Tree Hill season one episode nineteen. Also keep sending requests

Reckless decisions.

One sober fun night out with the girls caused me to end up at a tattoo parlour and get the number sixteen tatted right above my ass. I made them swear to secrecy that they wouldn’t tell Mitch nor bring it up.

I’ve been hiding it from Mitch by keeping my pants high waisted and since Mitch is an ass guy, it makes it harder to hide it. Late at night, I’m sitting at my desk trying to get some emails answered. Mitch walks into the room. “Hi baby,” He greets taking a seat on the bed.

“Take a break.” He tells me in a whining tone. “I’ve got to get this done.” I try explaining, pulling the back of my shirt down. “It’s getting late and you’ve been answering emails all day.” Mitch slams his head back on a pillow.

I look over to the clock notice that it’s half past eleven, deciding that it’s getting late I shut off my computer and lay down on Mitch. I wrap my arms around him and rest my chin on his chest, looking up at him, batting my eyelashes.

“You’re pretty.” He coo’s, pulling my hair behind my ears. I blush in response, snuggling into his chest. “We should get to bed.” I yawn into his chest, unraveling my arms from him getting up and walk away with my back facing him.

Walking out of the bathroom makeup free and a set of pyjamas on, I settle myself into bed waiting for Mitch to get ready as well. “Babe,” Mitch calls softly getting onto bed. “If you ever did something you’d tell me right?” I furrow my brows, panic rising at the fear of him seeing the tattoo.

“Of course I would.” I respond quickly, turning my back to him on the comfortable side I sleep on drifting off to a dreamless sleep.

꧁꧂

The sound of a shifting body and the bed moving with it wakes my mind and ears up but I have yet to open my eyes. Slowly opening my eyes I turn to the right seeing Mitch’s bare back facing me, clearly tense.

“Mitch.” I whisper, resting on my elbow caressing his back. Mitch’s back flex’s at my touch. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He asks in a low voice, turning to look at me. Confused I sit up, leaning on the headboard. “What do you mean?”

“The tattoo Y/N, the tattoo with my number right above your ass.” He grumbles, sitting right beside me. “Mitch, it’s just a tattoo. It was one decision and I made it.” I try to explain. “It’s not about the tattoo, it’s the fact that I wasn’t there and some guys hands were all over your.” He glares.

A smile graces my face realizing that Mitch is jealous. “Mitch, are you jealous?” I ask tilting my head and crawl into his lap. Mitch places his hands on my hips without thinking, pulling my closer. I rest my hands on his chest waiting for his answer.

“Just wish I was there.” He mumbles, tightening his grip. “Well if you must know, it was a girl.” I say laughing quietly. He furrows his brows in confusion. “A nice woman did the tattoo.” I explain, running my hands up his chest.

“Fuck, so all of this for that.” He sighs, grasping my ass. “Technically you’re the one who took it far.” I retort, squealing as his squeezes my ass. “But you were a bad girl for getting it without me there.” Mitch changes position so I’m laying against his legs with my ass in the air.

“Start counting.”

"It’s Roman’s fault that Cody is a boring champion?!"

"It’s Roman’s fault that Cody is a boring champion?!"

I had to pause & reread OP's post. Cuuuuz WHAT?? People boo'd that man for a straight year. Yelled & cursed him. Adults let their children talk shit to him. Attacked him online personally. Talked about his family...not the wrestlers, but his wife and kids!! Called him EVERYTHING but a human being and now the WWE Universe is hollering for him to come back because (big surprise) Cody can't fill his shoes?? Look. I watched as they grinned as the bloodline was dismantled. So I feel like y'all got what you wanted...a new champ. Now go after CODY for not making you happy. For not being good enough. Tear HIM down. Yell at HIM! Where are the "Borrringgg" chants for him? Where?

CODY FEELS LOST??? The audacity to express concern for blondie's welfare and place a careless demand on Roman's at the same time.

Ion even like Roman like that, but can't with this blind logic OP pulled out. I can't.

It is the WILDEST thing! It really proved his point when Roman said that his impact will be felt when he’s gone.

Cody feels lost because Cody is lost! He wanted to “Finish The Story” so damn bad forgetting that he still had to do stuff after he got the belt. At this point, he’s gotta go to creative and knock shit over because…he shows up in his suits and gives us the same regurgitated promos over and over. It’s beyond tired and I get up and walk away whenever his music drops.

Wait could you elaborate on the exception to sid's superstition that nate occupies?

Sid has a superstition about not wearing/using other player's gear. He's never done it when it was his choice, only when it was a team thing like when all the Penguins wore Malkin and Jágr jerseys during warmups. But even then, it wasn't actually other player's gear. Their equipment manager(s) used brand new jerseys that had never been worn to make jerseys for the team.

But during the All-Star weekend in Toronto, this man wore Nate's hoodie with that 29 right there on his chest like it was a badge of honor. He stood in that post-game interview smiling and looking all cozy, like this is something he just does every single day. NBD.

And Nate had worn it several times that weekend.

And since this is related

I'm not sure if Sid has any superstitions about players touching any of his gear except his sticks, but he had Nate touching all over his gear at 4N.

Because of that arm injury he was dealing with that almost prevented him from going in the first place, he was struggling to get his jersey and his pads to sit comfortably. He couldn't bring his arm up to do it himself, so he needed help.

In comes Nate, shoving his hands all down Sid's jersey and tugging on those chest pads Sid has had since he played in Rimouski. 👀

Which is even more interesting when you realize that Nate wasn't Sid's stall neighbor. He was sitting two stalls down from Sid, while Point and McDavid were Sid's neighbors on either side of him.

So, either Sid asked Nate because Nate is the exception to a lot of Sid's rules, or Nate was just helping him because he was already finished getting himself dressed. Either way, Nate was the one with his hand all down Sid's jersey. 👀