Wrestling ONE SHOTS and IMAGINES

54 Marcel Barthel

God, I hate, hate, hate this damn day. Everything that could go wrong went wrong today with absolute certainty. It seemed to me as if I was haunted by bad luck all day. If it was up to me, I would have loved to go back to my apartment to crawl into bed and never come out again.

But the way this day had gone so far, I wasn't even sure if that was a good idea. Probably my bed would just collapse under me. Besides, I had to work. So I had no choice but to clench my teeth and to suppress the negative thoughts that came up in me as well as I could.

I was just walking backstage through the hallways and had a lot of papers in my hands that I had to hand out to various people. You would think that not too much could go wrong, but this hell of a day decided to throw me another curve ball.

Just as I turned a corner I bumped into someone and that's when it happened. I dropped all the documents I was holding in my hands. It was almost as if all this was happening in slow motion. I just watched frozen as the various pieces of paper crisscrossed the floor.

That was it. That was the point where I broke down and just started crying. I covered my face with my hands and let my tears and sobs run free. I didn't even notice the person I had collided with. 

Only when he started talking to me, I realized again that I was not alone.

"Hey Y/N. Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry about that. That was totally my fault. Let me help you pick that up." I heard the voice say with that unmistakably cute accent.

"Oh hey Marcel. It wasn't your fault. My whole day totally sucked. My alarm didn't go off, I dropped a full pot of coffee, messed up a blouse with the flat iron, and my car got a flat tire on the way here. So this is just the cherry on top," I explained dejectedly as I began to pick up the papers. It was hard for me to keep my shaking voice and my shaking hands calm.

Together we collected the scattered papers. When we stood up again, I felt that Marcel did not let me out of his sight. I tried to ignore it and instead put the papers on a crate that was close to us. With a deep breath I began to try to restore the order of the documents. However, I did not really succeed. 

I braced both hands on the crate and took a breath to calm myself down. I had to try to get the feelings that were trying to overwhelm me under control.

"Y/N...?" I heard Marcel ask. I thought he had left by now. But since I was so focused on myself, I hadn't paid much attention to him.

Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder that gently turned me around. Before I knew what was happening, I was embraced by strong arms with a hand gently stroking the back of my head and neck.

As quickly as it happened, it was over again. Marcel detached himself from me and took a step back.

"What was that?" I wanted to know as I looked up at him.

"I figured you needed a hug." he replied, shrugging his shoulders as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

"Thanks for that. You're right. I really needed that. I should go now," I said.

"Can I ask you something?" asked Marcel before I could leave. He suddenly sounded a little uneasy. You could tell because his accent got a little stronger.

"Of course," I answered quietly.

"Um... would you like to maybe grab a drink with me after the show? I think it would take your mind off your crappy day." he said rather shyly, scratching the back of his neck.

"Really? You want to go out with me?" I asked, astonished. I wasn't expecting that in the least.

"Yes, really. What do you say, Y/N?" he asked me.

"I think it's a good idea. But don't blame me if the bar goes up in flames, okay?" I replied and he laughed. That made me laugh, too.

With a single gesture, my day changed. Apparently, you can find something positive in every bad day. 

Published March 11, 2021