#Every discussion I see about Seth is how *he* got fucked over and. Well he kinda was but also I don't really care tbh

[seth-burroughs]

I think we as a fandom don't talk enough about how Seth:

Took bribes from the Nail Man, a serial killer in exchange for allowing him to keep murdering people -- said killer ended up killing 3 people (while they were 4 victims, one of them belonged to the copycat) in the span of 6 months(?). But I'm able to excuse everything the Priest has done, free my man, however...

It was rather strongly implied he (and the other peacekeepers affiliated) had a hand in the whole "Jiei being called to the Clocktower for a quote unquote emergency" trap, picking an innocent man to frame as the Nail Man and either put him on death row or in prison for life, so they could sweep the case under the rug and be done with it.

EXCEPT. After his arrest, he says this: "To speed this case along, we need to quickly deal with that Nail Man we arrested. We should even consider... a public execution."

WHAT are saying

In what time are we living. Is this the medieval ages. Is this the 1400s. This has to be one of the most barbaric sentences I heard a peacekeeper say in Master Detective Archives: Rain Code by Spike Chunsoft. Can he even do that? Would Yomi allow this

He just picked a random man, and didn't even want to lethal injection him privately, he was preparing the damn scaffold so that he could subject the whole district to his legendary beef with that guy in particular, because fuck him I guess. Was that personal? Did Jiei drive his mother of a cliff before the story and this is his carefully planned revenge after decades of suffering in silence

There was LITERALLY NO REASON for him to do this. It was not securing his Evil Plan, not anymore convenient than a private execution, or anything. It was simply Seth's whimsical urge of getting to fulfill his Monokuma fantasy after all these years of severe disrespect

Conclusion: that guy was OUT for BLOOD the sheer MALICE evident in his gay little eyes easily matches Yomi Hellsmile and they should fight to the death for the title of Kanai Ward's Top Cunt

#Free my man he did all that #Every discussion I see about Seth is how *he* got fucked over and. Well he kinda was but also I don't really care tbh #it's called karma <3 and Yomi can do what he wants have you considered that. you're stifling his creativity. god forbid tmen have hobbies #i think we should acknowledge Seth's cartoon villain qualities more. #Fun fact: Seth and Yomi are the only charas in rc whose debut was emphasized by a literal dramatic lightning strike in the background. #Though Seth's came a bit later than Yomi's (around when he said he's gonna make Jiei's tragic natural passing a spectacle) #mine #rain code #seth burroughs #Why was this so difficult to articulate. this sat in my drafts for like a few days #and yet. and fucking YET: #the i did not proofread this tag

[puckngrind]

What’s In A Name:8 - J. Toews

Chapter 8

Where we left off: Bekah accompanied Jon to the NHL100 Gala and he suggested they could live in Chicago together.

Warnings: smut, language

Word Count: 3,396

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His season ended in round 1 and anyone could see the disappointment all over Jon’s face for the first few weeks after being knocked out in four games. Bekah came to game 1 and wore the jacket he bought her with his name and number on the back. The conversation from LA still hung over their heads but was not discussed by either with the end of the season. Work was crazy for her and summer flew without seeing Jon much. She did take a Friday off in August to take the long weekend go see him at home in Canada. She could see why he spoke about home the way he did. It was peaceful even with the sounds of slap shots waking her up one morning. She toed out to the kitchen to see coffee already made and prepared to her liking of a splash of honey and cream. She hummed while taking the first sip realizing it was exactly how she made it. The large window in the back eliminated source of the sounds echoing through the house. Jon was working out on his mini rink in the backyard. She opened the door with nothing on but one of his old, warn UND shirts on.

“You are crazy Tae!” Bekah emerged with coffee in hand leaning on the railing of his deck. Jon laughs and starts to make his way to her.

“Determined is usually the adjective used Beks.” His sweaty lips dip down and brush against hers. “Determined. Also, good morning.”

He was very determined to get her to Chicago. He knew she loved the city but the conversation in LA was looming over every discussion of a weekend with him. It took a ton of effort for Brynn convincing Bekah to go for the Blue Jackets and Blackhawks game in October. She helped Bekah wiggle some of work accounts during a few lunches and wouldn’t stop talking about it until they booked their flight. Bekah was working so hard that she resisted at first but Jon was thankful for Brynn’s persistence got her to his city.

Brynn rolled her eyes when Bekah walks in from the parking garage in her playoff jacket within Toews airbrushed across the back and a I heart Chicago T-shirt under. “I’m happy for you friend but you are an Ohioan damnit!” Brynn laughs and links arms with Behkah so they can head to the arena.

Jon scored and had an assistant handing the Blue Jackets a lose. Brynn laughs as the two friends embrace near the locker rooms and head their separate ways. “Have fun you two.” She waves more at Jon than Bekah.

“Nice game Tae.” Bekah looks up at Jon as he takes her under his arm.

“I felt your energy, Baby.” He kisses her lips. “Let’s head home.” The words lingered but weren’t touched by either one.

Bekah loved the way Jon smelled post game. It was intoxicating especially as he pressed into her making her legs push hard into his ass while she moaned out his name loudly.

“Come on Beks.” Jon encourages feeling Bekah’s orgasm coming. His not far behind. Bekah’s back arches up and he works faster. Reveling in the way their bodies moved in sync.

“Jon, I...” She moans out while her toes curl tightly into his legs.

“Merde Beks! Je t'aime.” Jon grunts out as he climaxes and collapses into Bekah’s trembling body.

“Uh, what did you just say?” Bekah tries to catch her breath. “Tae?” Jon whinces realizing the gravity of his words. “Jon.” Bekah tries to move him but he just lays with his head in her neck attempting to catch his own breath. “Jonathan! What the hell did you just say?”

“It was French Beks.” He finally moves so she can see his face.

“You orgasmed in French? You’ve never... have you ever... wait. What did you say?” Bekah questioned.

Jon’s mind and heart are racing. Of course he loved her. But saying it in French while cuming wasn’t exactly the way he wanted to tell her for the first time especially when they hadn’t established anything beyond exclusivity. “Babe, I don’t know.” He rubs the back of his neck.

“I swear I heard t’aime. Isn’t that love?” Bekah feels the heat coming to her cheeks. Her hand swiping at sweat on Jon’s hairline.

“Beks. Maybe. I don’t tend to remember what we say in the moment. Plus my brain is hardwired for both languages. Remember, I learned French first.” Jon searches her eyes and sees a smile appear.

“Well that was new. I didn’t hate it but it was new.” She kissed his lip tenderly. “Does it mean something when you brain switches like that?”

“I don’t think so mainly comfort I guess but we’ve been pretty comfortable for awhile. Seriously Beks. I don’t think I’ve ever done it before, ever.”

“Interesting.” Bekah struggled her shoulder out of not understanding before kissing his lips and Jon was thankful for the dropped conversion.

Work picked up for Bekah again. Her firm was given the task of the Cannonball for the CBJ foundation. As the marketing department she was stressed. She took a few days at Christmas and spent them in Chicago. His family didn’t join this year because of the schedule but he was thankful to see her in the mist of maybe her biggest project yet. All-Star break came and went. Jon didn’t make the All-star team so he came to Columbus and spent time with her but mainly in bed then she was off to work. Brynn didn’t mind when he suggested lunch out and invited her knowing they had a standing lunch date.

The week of Cannonball Brynn walks in with flowers. “These were delivered for you.” Bekah could hardly see her tiny best friend over the ginormous bouquet. Bekah’s eyes bug out of her head when her eyes adjust to them. She has only received flowers once at her office and it was when her grandfather died and they were from Brynn and Derek not her boyfriend. Jon sent her flowers for her birthday but to her apartment and not to work.

“Holy shit Rin!” Bekah gets up to grab the flowers and places them on the ledge behind her desk.

“There is a card.” Brynn points towards the center of the roses. “I didn’t read it. Still sealed.” Brynn’s face lights up as Bekah fishes out the note and opens it.

To the purrdiest lady at the ball,

You have worked so hard and I’m so proud of you.

Always, Tae

Bekah’s heart skips a beat and her face has a smitten smile across it.

“Does he always end his notes that way?” Rin questions.

“What? Huh?” Bekah rereads the card and looks at her best friend puzzled.

“Always, Tae. Does he always sign things like that?” Bekah just nods gliding her fingers over the text. “Very similar to that tattoo you have isn’t it.” Brynn flicks her finger to Bekah’s left side where the Always yours tattoo was.

“He’s done it before seeing the tattoo.” Bekah’s brain remembering the note she kept in her wallet from when he gave her his jersey. Butterflies erupt in her stomach thinking about the similarities.

“Yeah, just adding to the list of your no name thing there Bekah.” Brynn breaks the silence caused by Bekah’s realization. “Those flowers are stunning! I’m gonna let you call that handsome man.” Brynn waves from the door and Bekah turns to inhale the arrangement of red and white roses.

She picks up her phone and calls Jon.

“You didn’t have to but they are beautiful. Thanks Babe.” Bekah hardly let’s him say hello.

“Oh, well deserved. You worked your ass off for this western rodeo campaign and I just wish I could be there to push you across that dance floor, Beks.” There was a silence that they both let happen.

“I miss you.” Bekah finally whispers.

“I miss you too Beks but I gotta go. I’ll talk to you later.”

Cannonball got Bekah all nervous. She ended up wearing the same dress that she did for the NHL 100 gala with some major convincing from Brynn. “You worked hard, that dress is amazing why not wear it and we can enjoy ourselves.” It definitely didn’t go with the theme and Bekah considered if it was too much for an event she was technically at for work. The fundraiser was perfect. Being country themed the players showed up in hats and bolo ties. About half way through Bekah felt the weight of the project lift off her shoulders as she started to mingle among some of women from the Chicago trip and the team. Her comfort level in the hockey world had dramatically changed and even Seth Jones noticed it when they were talking. He had run into her and Jon at the All-Star game in 2017 that became the focal point of the conversation. Bekah crawled into bed way later than she expected and didn’t wake up until her phone was ringing before her alarm.

“Hey Tae!” Bekah knew it was only Jon calling that early.

“Why the fuck do I see Josh fucking Anderson’s arm around you on Twitter?” Jon chokes out through his teeth.

“Huh?” Bekah sat up and rubbed her eyes.

“I was looking through the tag from your event and scrolled to see a picture of that cocky new call up Jacket with his fucking arm around you. Bekah... I... I....”

“You need to breathe Jon. No one had their arm around me especially Josh.” Bekah grabs her tablet from the nightstand to find this picture. The mention of Josh’s name made Jon almost growl.

“Well it sure as hell looks like he’s all cozy with you.” Bekah can tell Jon is pacing the floor. She hears the hard thud of his feet even over the phone.

“Jon! We. You and me, we are exclusive. I’m not seeing or talking or flirting with any other man.” Bekah scrolls as Jon breathes heavily into the phone. She finally sees it. From the angle of the photograph it does looks like Josh’s arm is on the small of her back and not whatever he was propping himself on. A small smirk on Josh’s face as she is talking to Seth. “Jon, Honey, I’m looking at the picture right now and I was just talking to the boys. Seth was asking about what part of the All-Star game I enjoyed since he saw us in LA. The conversation was about YOU,Tae.” Bekah waits and hears Jon swearing in both French and English. “Jonathan Bryan Toews calm the fuck down. You have a game tonight and you cannot be all like this.”

“Like fucking what Bekah? Pissed that my woman is looking like she’s talking to another man and one that is in my profession and one that I have to play soon. Pissed that we won’t call this what it fucking is because we live in different states or are scared or whatever it might be? My head hasn’t been in the right space and it’s hard to lead a damn team when I’m this way.” Jon stops pacing and can hardly hear over booming from his pulse in his ears.

“I... I don’t know what to say Jon.” Bekah feels the prick at the corner of her eyes.

“Well maybe you need to figure that out. I need to get to the rink and settle down. I’ll talk to you later Beks.” Jon hisses and hangs up. Bekah pulled her pillow over her head and starts to cry. She wasn’t even sure why she was crying but she just did it. Jon’s word echoing in her thoughts as she did.

The two texted a few times in the next few weeks and even Brynn could feel there was something off. “Bekah, he’s coming in town tomorrow night after their home game. You need to talk to him.”

“Rin, please don’t.” Bekah looks up from the salad she’s just pushing around with her fork.

“Call what you two have whatever you want but it’s something and in the last few weeks you’ve been a puddle of a human instead of the annoyingly hot for Toews bestie I’ve come accustomed to. You two make each other better you know?” Brynn stares into her best friend’s eyes seeing all the confusion that was stirring.

“But Rin.” Bekah whispers.

“Just go talk to him.” Byrnn spells out and Bekah knew she was right.

She texted Jon asking to meet in the lobby. He said he had a late team meeting but could slip out for a moment. Bekah’s heart beat faster and her cheeks flooded red when she sees him walking towards her.

“Hey Beks.” Jon leaned down and kissed her forehead.

“I’ve missed you.” Bekah blurts out.

“I’ve missed you too.” Jon stands close but not too close. “What’s up?”

“We haven’t seen or talked to each other in awhile.”

“Yeah, we’ve been busy.” Jon rubs the back of his neck looking down at her and she sees his pocket buzz.

“I... I... fuck... why is this hard?” Bekah whispers almost to herself as Jon’s pocket buzzes again.

“Beks, I don’t know but I really have to go. Tomorrow night, after the game I’ll meet you down in the tunnels like always okay?” He dips down and kisses her cheek before jogging off.

Bekah shook off the odd exchange and the next day wore her Toews jersey as she had been doing the last few seasons. Brynn’s eyes were bright when she got into Bekah’s car and saw the familiar jersey but said nothing. The ladies were closer than normal for this game and when Jon skated by during warmups she saw a slight smile across his face.

The game was not great and Bekah could swear she saw Jon push Josh after the whistle and words were exchanged but when Brynn said she didn’t see anything she wrote it off as paranoia. The Blue Jackets won and when Anderson scored in the third Bekah felt Jon’s eyes on her while the entire arena erupted in cheers. After the game, as always, Bekah waited for Jon between the home and visitor’s locker rooms. Bekah getting chirped by a few of the player who saw her in the Toews jersey and recognized her from Cannonball. Bekah sees Jon and starts toward him. His expression soft as he makes his way to her.

“Bek-caw!” A booming voice behind her calls out. She turns to see Josh with his hands to his mouth.  Seth, and Boone behind him in the tunnel. The boys all wave and she waves back then turns to see Jon standing in front of her. A grimace now flooding his face.

“Ready?” Jon pulls his arm tight around Bekah and she felt his whole body was tense.

“Yes, Tae. Let’s get outta here.” Bekah squeezed Jon and the two made their way to his hotel room. Once inside Jon drops on the bed kicking off his shoes but fully clothed in his suit. “I’m sorry Tae.” Bekah curls up into him and she can feel the tension radiating out of him. Jon finally groans and moves their bodies. Stripping Bekah’s clothes off first then his own in almost silence. Just the sounds of movement and kisses filled the air. He slinks down her body and presses his tongue into her core.

“Fuck Jon!” Bekah jumps and he presses his hand down at her hips to keep her body in place. He’s relentless and doesn’t let up after an orgasm rips through her body. His fingers curling into her as he sucks and flicks at her clit. Bekah yells out his name as the second orgasm crashes over her with even more of an intensity than the first. Jon only let’s up for a moment while he adjusts her legs and slams his throbbing cock into her. The room now filled with curses and moans. Jon biting at Bekah’s shoulder while she claws at his back. He thrusts hard into her then stops. Her eyes that are screwed shut fly open and the intensity of Jon’s eyes was a lot to take. Pupils blown, the look of want and a hint of something she couldn’t put her finger on before he rolled his hips out and slammed back into her. Bekah’s hands fly up to brace herself with the headboard. Jon’s hands move so he’s on his elbows with his lips ghosting her lips. “Mine.” He whispers then presses his lips on hers. Bekah feels Jon twitch deep inside of her which causes her body to climax again. Jon rolls off of Bekah. His hard expression softens and he kisses her then heads to the bathroom. She expects him to return but when the shower turns on she pads over to the bathroom.

“Tae?” Bekah looks into the shower and Jon’s forehead is pressed against the tile and the water is running down his back. He doesn’t move or answer. “Baby?” Bekah enters the shower and wedges herself between the shower wall and his body. Jon’s eyes closed and her hand comes to cup his cheek. “Jon?” Bekah runs her thumb across his cheek.

“I’m sorry Beks.” He opens his eyes and looks at her.

“Sorry for what?” She keeps her hand in place and blinks the spray from her eyes.

“For everything Beks. For everything but I’ll start with my behavior in bed just now.”

“Jon.” Bekah goes to kiss his lips and he moves.

“Let me finish. I got jealous. I got pissed off. I didn’t talk to you. I have let you and my team down. I just...” Jon takes a deep breath.

“Jon, let’s get out of the shower and talk okay?” Jon nods his head and let’s Bekah lead him out. She dries them both off and snuggles into his chest in bed.

“I’m sorry.” He says again and runs his hand down and up her arm then pulls her body flush with his.

“You keep saying that.”

“I mean it.”

“And the jealousy thing?” Bekah looks up at him.

“I couldn’t see beyond a poor camera angle and got angry that these local guys could see you almost daily. That they could easily have you if they wanted to.”

“But they don’t and they won’t.” She reassures him. “And the whole mine thing?” Bekah whispered out and rubs her shoulder.

“Fuck Beks did I hurt you?” Jon kisses the spot that already looks like it’s bruising.

“It was in the heat of the moment and I’ll be fine. But Mine Jon? The possessive sex thing isn’t exactly you.”

“I know. I just... fuck.... fuck... fuck.”

“You fuck?” Bekah laughs. Jon sits up on his elbow and looks down at Bekah.

“Bekah. I love you and I know we said we aren’t naming this but I love you and I’m a fucking idiot for not telling you this years ago.” Jon leans down and kisses her lips.

“Jon...” Bekah breathes out.

“And not just love. I don’t want to live without you honestly. When we leave each time it gets harder. When that hint of cinnamon smell from your pillow is gone I find myself in the kitchen trying to replicate it but it’s your smell. You. I want you. I want you to come to Chicago, run my new foundation, build a life with me, together. Je t’aime Rebekah. I said it once before and didn’t realize then that I meant it but I do.” He drops back down so their faces are inches apart.

“Jon.” Bekah places her head on his chest. He combs his fingers through her wet hair.

“You don’t have to say anything Beks. I don’t want you to say it back unless you mean it. I’m okay with being just this. Okay? Just know that’s what I want is more and if you don’t then we keep doing what we are doing but if you consider even a little bit of what I just said that we can start slow and not all at once. I’m in this for the long haul Beks.” He hand glides under her chin and slowly moves it to look her in the eyes and kisses her lips again.

“Okay.” Bekah quietly says.

“Okay? Okay to what Beks?”

“Okay....”

#what’s in a name fic #WIAN #jonathan toews fic #jonathan toews #tazer me 19 #love a damn blackhawk 🤦🏻‍♀️ #happens in the 2017 2018 season #j toews fic #j toews

[darkarfs]

No, that Bayley + Jon ask was for you to answer. I got your other asks and I'm working my way through them.

A snafu on my part, but YES, let's play this game. Bayley

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life  hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would bang (ARE YOU KIDDING ME) hogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff best quality: Utter student of wrestling, massive, passionate nerd about it, so young, always, always improving, such a student that she was the best heel on Smackdown before her injury. An actual legend in the making, and that ain't blowing smoke, provided her time in WWE doesn't squash her love for it. worst quality: Making me talk mess about Bayley doesn't seem fair. I guess her moveset isn't super-exciting? But she's a heel, it doesn't need to be. She was never over as a face once they moved her to the main roster, but that wasn't her fault. Nah, Bayley's perfect, and always getting better. And almost literally anything that hasn't improved really hasn't been her fault. All her face feuds (on the main roster), the heels buried everloving Jesus out of her. ship them with: I have never seen her be more physically affectionate or more physically violent with anyone other than Sasha, and that just feels right. Becky on an outside chance. brotp them with: any of the Horsewomen needs to stay away from: ALEXA AND CHARLOTTE, aka the Go-Nowhere Burial Blondes. Nobody's stock has ever gone up feuding with them (Sasha with Charlotte in 2016 was pretty impressive, but that was a game of hot potato to give Charlotte some prestige reigns with the Raw title, and it ended terribly), the matches were (mostly) worthless, and Bayley never needs to go near them again for any reason (though I did just have a weird idea that face weird Alexa vs. heel terror Bayley could be FUN, but no idea why or how.) misc. thoughts: Wish she wasn't injured right when we're getting fans again. She would either get nuclear heat or be cheered the way heel Kevin was, no shit. She's THAT good. She didn't get a match at this year's Mania, and I wanted more than anything to see her Mania gear, because her gear choices are always great. As a face, she had the potential to see the female Cena in terms of booking and merch. As a heel, she could be the worst kind of Jericho. She's that creative and she's got an entire career ahead of her. I want her to be happy and creatively fulfilled, more than almost anyone else in wrestling.

Jon Moxley

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life  hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would bang hogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff best quality: He has a feral, terrifyingly magnetic charisma, and has a really engaging way of speaking and spinning himself into a frenzy that is a real joy to watch worst quality: His charisma is amazing in promo/speaking land, translates to matches I don't care about at all. Granted, I only saw him once he came to the Big Dubs, but it doesn't matter to me, because I'm truly not into deathmatch wrestling, which is granted only part of what he's about, but I never, ever cared about who is singles feuds were in WWE (he was easily the best part of the Shield breakup, promo-wise, but he was talking to a Roman who was NEVER ON TV due to being suspended, and a Seth that didn't know what to do - but other than that? Styles? Jericho? Rollins PART 2? zZIGGLER??), and in AEW, he's beaten all the top guys already (AND all the guys who've visited from other promotions.) His style doesn't thrill me and he's beaten everyone already. ship them with: Nah. That's literally the rest of Wrestling Tumblr's job, A), and B) I think he and Renee are cute together. brotp them with: Reigns in the WWE (I think he'd respect and yet completely hate that Head of the Table Reigns is a Heyman guy and secretly want to take his title) and Eddie Kingston in AEW. Genuinely strikes me as the kind of guy who only needs two friends. needs to stay away from: HANGMAN PAGE OR MIRO. There's no need for him to be anywhere near these guys, and if they were dumb enough to book them to even cross paths, Mox'd go over and I'd be mad about it (and like I said, he's already beaten every top guy in the company already.) And as I've discussed before, man does not need a belt to be over. Like the Undertaker or Shawn Michaels before him, he's on a path where he'll be over no matter what he does, he's well on his way to being an industry stalwart, and those never need belts to get over. Sometimes when they HAVE them, it works, but he doesn't need it. misc. thoughts: I think AEW's overall stock would go down if he decided to retire, but he just...never held my interest. Excellent, amazing talker...never had a singles match that reinforced it for me. OH! You know what? His Last Man Standing match with Kevin Owens at Royal Rumble 2016 was fan-fucking-tastic.

[youralternantpersonality]

Dreams

Seth x Reader: Wanting you

Warning: Breaking fourth wall. Let me know if you catch it 😉 and gender-neutral parental names

Part 1: “Dreams” by Ella Eyre

Part 2: “You’ve Got It Bad” by Usher

Part 3: “Never Give Up on Love” by Bobby Tinsley

***

Y/n POV

“Will that be all for you?” I say, finishing up writing down the order.

“Well, I could get your number, beautiful.” One thing that is horrible about being a waitress is dealing with the harassment that comes with it. The best way to deal with verbal harassment (like in this situation) is by giving them the “AS,” as my friends would call it. The Awkward Stare. Now, this stare isn’t having ME become awkward; oh no, this is to make sure THEY do. Essentially, you would look at the predator straight in the eyes and give a resting bitch face until they become uncomfortable and silent. To the point where the whole table is uncomfortable. Kind of like your high school teacher would look at the student when no one would shut up. Once they were fully engaged in avoiding my eyes, I gave a final smile and went put in their order at the counter.

“You know, you could be a little less cute and more intimidating?” said Orion, my now lifetime best friend since I had started this job a couple of months ago. I turn to look at him and give him the finger as he walked around me to bring his tables their food.

“He does have a point. Straighten up your back more, pull your shoulders back, and clock your head to the side just a little. That way, you’ll really knock them.” Emily said. She was a regular here. Every Wednesday at 4 pm and Sunday at 12:30 pm, she would come in, go to her usual spot at the counter, and either order the chiefs salad with a side of a sliced pickle, the garden burger with seasoned fries, or 5 stack pancake with orange/apple juice. Her husband Sam or another kid named Jared and his girlfriend Kim come on Sunday morning, grabbing a crap ton of food (so Emily doesn’t have to cook) and leave. Polite men, scary—at least Sam can be, but polite. Jared is just a child, and I can do nothing but pray for Kim.

“You mean like that ugly pink toad lady from-”

“Don’t say it!” I roll my eyes. Ever since KJ Bowling expressed her feelings towards the LGBTQA+ community, she refuses to acknowledge it. The disbelief and sadness that took over for the love of Henry Planter she had were wild, yet kind of crazy to watch.

“Look, it could be worse. You could love the Dawn saga by Tephanie Neyer and find out that she is horrid in disguise. But hey! Once it hit 2 years, you’ll start realizing all the fucked-up shit in the series and slowly be okay. Dawn fans know Tephanie is fucked up, we know the series is fucked up, we acknowledge it all and take full responsibility for liking it, but some still like it. We don’t support it, but we like it.” I tell her, shrugging my shoulders. I have to remember, she’s a rookie in this game.

“That’s true. Why are the best authors the most fucked up?” she says, playing with her fries I just placed down in front of her.

“Because they hate us and know what the population likes. Just like politics.” I say, stealing one of her fries.

“I don’t know how you guys like that series! Wasn’t there racism, classism with the Ghoul’s and Werecats, hyper-sexualization on the prides where the cats came from, misinformed information, plagiarism, and too, I don’t know, squishy and fluffy in them?” Orion asked.

“First off, they were shapeshifters. Secondly, only in Dawn, Dusk, and Night were squishy. But only because Bethany and Elliot were on their honeymoon in the last one. Daytime didn’t have it because Elliot broke up with Bethany.” I nod in agreement while grabbing the food for my tables.

“I thought their name was Ben and Evy?”

“No, that’s the gender swap version,” I say, walking away with the food. I place the food down at one table and refill drinks to another; some of the reservation guys come in. Seth, Embry, Jake, and Quil. I look over to Orion to call him for his table, but it looks like he and Emily are in a heated discussion about the book series. So, I take over for him. As I walked over to the table, I made eye contact with Seth, and my stomach flipped.

Why you in my dreams? Don't know much about you But I heard about you for the longest time And I see you 'round whenever I go out With some friends of mine And I remember when I saw you standing in a different light It's funny where my mind goes when I'm in my bed at night though

As I lay in bed, I notice that my feelings become stronger and stronger for him almost every time I see him. He was a few inches shorter than me, cheerier, and lanky. I always saw Seth and his friends, but out of nowhere, these…flutters? Feelings? Emotions I don’t like started eating me up every time I see him. I know it might be a crush, I won’t even deny that, but…why?

I toss and turn that night and eventually give up on trying to sleep and just stare at the ceiling, thinking of him. Confused and resistant to even wanting to think about it. The last thing I need is to be in a relationship while in my fucked situation as is. I don’t need my guardians knowing anything about Seth either.

But then again, just like evil authors, life fucks us all over, and you can help but go along with it. Well, unless you sue them. Then that’s different.

'Cause I push you away in real life You ain't even close to my type But when I'm sleeping Everything's upside down, upside down, yeah I saw you last night in my, my dreams It felt so beautiful, I almost believed We were a thing and I liked it I never looked at you like this Till I saw you last night in my, my dreams Why you in my dreams? (Why you in my? Why you in my?) Why you in my dreams? (Why you in my? Why you in my mind?) Seth POV

I saw her again today. She was walking down the hallway with Orion and Kayla to gym class, and we made slight eye contact before Jake decided to take my attention away from her. I look at him, but I don’t really pay attention to him. I don’t know when it happened, but I have always loved Y/n. When she transferred here in middle school, she was cute, shy, and had (and still has) a babyface.

I could never talk to her. Every time I was around her, I’d get so scared and freeze up. And although we’re in high school, I still can’t control it. Lately, my feelings have been getting stronger. Not just with her, but in general. I don’t know what it is, but it’s taking a lot more of my energy trying to control myself. Leah and mom have noticed it too. But Embry was the worst. Speaking of which,

“Hey, where’s Embry?” Quil and Jake looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders.

“But did you hear a word I said?”

“Obviously not. He was too busy gawking at Y/n.” Quil said, laughing. I rolled my eyes and walked away. Ass-whores.

After school, we head to the diner and, like always and on cue, Jake and Quil make fun of me because Y/n works there. I roll my eyes at them and attempt to push them off me without smiling, but I can’t help it; they’re stupid. It’s not their fault.

Fell asleep at nine And once I closed my eyes, girl, you were so, so mine We laid in the dark, you left in morning light But, girl, it felt so right And if it's in our minds then we should make it life Girl, I mean real, real life Nothing's never for ya We were all and over for ya 'Cause I push you away in real life You ain't even close to my type But when I'm sleeping Everything's upside down, upside down, yeah I saw you last night in my, my dreams It felt so beautiful, I almost believed We were a thing and I liked it I never looked at you like this Till I saw you last night in my, my dreams

That night I quickly dreamed of her without even having to try to at this point. Every time I want to or attempt to talk, I freeze. Thinking about her just makes me feel…warm. Her beautiful y/e/c eyes are captivating. They’ll draw you in, and once you’re in, you’re stuck. Her y/h/(L/C/T) hair embraces and defines her facial features.

The dream always starts out the same. I’m running through the forest at a high fast pace towards a place that always ends up being her home. I follow around the house to her room on the left side of the house towards the forest. As I look at her window, I see her sitting at the window seal and we instantly make eye contact. My heart stops for a second—she smiles and I walk up to her window to come inside. She doesn’t open the window. She places her hand on the window and my much larger now hands cover hers. We look at one another and smile.

I’m not bothered by her not opening the window. I’m just happy she isn’t freaked out about my presence. Unfortunately, every time she goes to open the window, my alarm wakes me up. And when I mean alarm, I mean Leah.

I groan and curse her and the need to wake me up so early. As I get ready, I think of Y/n and I can’t help but smile. Today’s going be a good day.

Why you in my dreams? (Why you in my? Why you in my?) Why you in my dreams? (Why you in my? Why you in my mind?) Y/n POV

The weekend comes and I’m heading in for my shift Sunday morning. I usually wouldn’t work weekends, but that was before I met Emily. I have Friday and Saturday off instead. It’s eight in the morning and Kayla, two of the cooks, and I all pile in before we open at nine. By 9:30, a few families start piling in and by 10, we have the food catered to Sam or Jared ready.

“Hey, Kim!” I wave to her as she walks into the diner. She waves back and heads to the counter. After setting up my table, I head over to the food and help her pack it up in the truck.

“I see you guys ordered more food than usual. Did more family members move into the area?” I say, passing her the multiple trays from the cart to the car.

“Yeah…something like that,” she laughs it off, “but rest assure, this will be gone within the next 45 minutes…maybe sooner.” I laugh with her. I believe her 100 percent. After seeing Jared and Sam, I already know their family that Kim describes them to be, is just as big, if not larger, then this food should hold them off for 2 hours. Maybe.

“Well, that’s all of them: drive safe, Hun. And stop by sometime after school. You’ll miss the adventures of Orion and Emily arguing over pink and rose gold.”

“Aren’t they different?” I nod my head. “But they’ll argue over that?” I nod my head again. She shakes her head and smiles. “Em usually starts it?”

“Sometimes. Only when she needs a good laugh or when she just feels like fucking with him. Last week they were in a heated discussion about the Dusk saga.”

“Oh, dear god! She told me about that. I can’t believe she went that deep into it with him.” Kim laughs.

“I know. That’s probably the only time they’re not being repelling off the same topic. Normally one would disagree for the fuck of it, but they put their fuckery aside and agreed to agree on that topic.” We both laugh. I finish up my conversation with Kim and head inside.

If I gotta fall asleep, sleep to see ya Then I'm gonna fall asleep, sleep to see ya It's different in the daylight Miss you, I dunno know why If I gotta fall asleep, sleep to see ya Let me fall, fall deep, deep to see ya It's different in the daylight See you in a new light 'Cause I push you away in real life You ain't even close to my type But when I'm sleeping Everything's upside down, upside down, yeah

I wave bye to Em, and Orion comes in. I clock out for my break and go sit in one of the booths in the back. As I am prepping my garden burger with ketchup, I think back to my dream I had last night. This one was recently new, confusing, but knew. I take a much-needed bite of my food and relax for the next 15 minutes.

I just got done with my daily nighttime routine, unable to sleep due to Taylor and Kennedy arguing, I go to my window and look outside. I look up at the sky and just drift off into a world of daydreaming until something catches my eye in the bestrew of trees next to my house. As I continue to look, I see big brown eyes of an animal. I smile and the animal walks out of the trees slowly and morphs into Seth. I smile brighter as he comes closer and closer to me. By the time he reaches me, I can feel myself become excited and full of glow, happiness, and this sensation of warmth.

He steps up to the window and smiles down at me. I place my hand on the cold glass and he looks down at my hand and does the same. I can feel the heat radiating from his skin, which only makes me smile more. I unlock the window and just as I am about to open it, my alarm wakes me up.

I’ve been stuck on this for so long that Orion had to shake me out of my daydream. I put my food aside for later and went back to work. I’ll just deal with the dream another time.

I saw you last night in my, my dreams It felt so beautiful, I almost believed We were a thing and I liked it I never looked at you like this Till I saw you last night in my, my dreams Why you in my dreams? (Why you in my? Why you in my?) Why you in my dreams? (Why you in my? Why you in my mind?)

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The Boys Season 1 Review and Comparison

This was so cathartic.

In an age where we’re inundated with superhero media on all fronts with their bright colors, cheery jokes and positive outlooks, it’s easy to slowly become sick of it, feel the “superhero fatigue” as it were. Where Marvel ruins some stories with far too many jokes (looking at you Thor: Ragnarok) and DC is far too dreary and serious for its own good with a lack of levity, where can one turn to for a GOOD happy medium?

Well, in comes Seth Rogan and Evan Gold, the brilliant minds behind the amazing adaptation of Preacher with yet another brutal and slightly more cynical series. The Boys absolutely stuns not only by being a genuinely compelling series, but also by being one of the few adaptations that improves on the original medium in a few aspects.

Story

The story centers around Hughie Campbell and the titular Boys as they work to expose the horrific deeds of The Seven, a collective of the world's greatest superheroes, and the company that sponsors them, Vought American.

In this world, superheroes are everywhere. They're on breakfast cereals, TV shows, movies, pretty much every piece of media and entertainment imaginable while also protecting America from crime. Sounds familiar, huh? The kicker here is that, much like every asshole celebrity that lets the fame and fortune go to their heads, these heroes are massive cunts. They take performance enhancing drugs, routinely cause accidents that hurt or kill people, sexually harass people left and right and just lie to their adoring public like they’re children.

Unlike the books, however, The Boys team isn’t the well oiled machine that’s been taking down and blackmailing superheroes for years and the first four episodes are spent introducing the different team members.This is likely due to wanting to give people time to care about them individually and the limited number of episodes in the season. This definitely works in also retooling the characters themselves for TV since they may not have seventy-two issues of character development ahead of them

For the most part, the show follows the initial story beats of the comics with a few select differences before splintering off in an entirely new direction. Hughie’s girlfriend still gets blown apart by A-Train, he denies Vought America’s hush money which draws the attention of Billy Butcher and Starlight joins the Seven after the “death” of the hero Lamplighter. 

This also means that there's less time to focus on smaller plotlines and teams that are referenced to in passing dialogue like the Teenage Kix, a pastiche on the Teen Titans, or Payback, the number two group of superheroes to The Seven. While seeing the team take these guys down on the small screen would have been fun, I like the idea of keeping the plot focused on just the core group of antagonists. This way, we don’t have to slog through three or four seasons of small fry and get the big bads in the last few.

After the first half, fans of the comic may start to feel a little bit of the familiar, but then things start to take a drastic turn when Billy's pride and the rest of the teams sloppiness gets them all burned and branded wanted criminals. This never happens in the books because The Boys are funded and protected by the CIA, but here they’re just another group of concerned citizens that are completely in over their heads, adding to the tension and keeping everyone guessing as to what will happen for the rest of the season and in Season 2.

Themes

The original series was written during the latter years of the Bush Administration. Tensions were high and America was still embroiled in the Iraq War. The president was a simpering fool and companies were fucking people over left and right in the name of patriotism. Reality TV and the awful personalities on our screens were on nearly every channel and all of this only fueled the anger that is Garth Ennis’ pen and Darick Robertson’s pencils. It was a product of its time and it was perfect.

We’re now in the Information Age where superheroes and social media are the only things that matter in everyone’s mind, where women’s empowerment is stronger than ever and our leaders speak bombastically with shit eating grins full of lies. Rogen and Goldberg have kept the series modern and take everything to task.

Media. Marvel and DC are everywhere nowadays with some indie companies managing to scrape up their own part of the pie. The Boys makes fun of the seemingly endless cycle of sequels and the goody-two-shoes images of America’s favorite heroes. Everything is carefully managed and curated by a media team, similar to how Disney micromanages even the smallest details of their properties to make everything so sickeningly squeaky clean. 

Not only do the heroes stop crime, but they star in their own movies about themselves as well, some have sponsorships for shoes and have to compete with each other for everything. Almost everything is done for the cameras, even intimate moments whenever Vought can find a way to make it work. The heroes are never too far from the spotlight even when they want to be and oftentimes their acts can go viral without them knowing.

Sexual Assault. In the comics, Starlight is sexually assaulted by Homelander, Black Noir and A-Train in a gross scene to establish that there’s nothing good in that world. It was good for its time in its own dark way, but today there are absolutely consequences to such things as there should have been back then. In the show, Starlight is assaulted by The Deep, her childhood crush, alone. 

It’s dark and makes use of the imbalance of power as The Deep threatens to have her kicked off of the team. Soon after, Starlight comes forward with what happens to her, not allowing herself to let what happened stand and unlike in the books, The Deep gets his comeuppance. Though this also unfortunately leading to him getting assaulted as well. It’s powerful and allows for Starlight to move what could have been an image of weakness, though Vought uses this to their advantage as well, painting her a feminist icon. Best for business right?

Politics. While not everything has to be an allegory for Trump, it’s hard to say that Homelander isn’t just that. He’s what the president thinks he is, a strong, blonde haired man that the entire country loves. Homelander has the people eating out of the palm of his hands and he’s only feeding them shit. He hates the common man and will just as easily let many die if it can somehow serve his interests. He’s not above a little sexual harassment himself and he is just an evil bastard.

There’s also a subplot of military application of superheroes that I feel mirrors the discussion on the use of drones in war. Drones are absolutely deadly and have caused the deaths of hundreds, even innocents when things have gone really wrong. Even President Obama was criticized for how reckless and dangerous their use could be. The world could only imagine the hell that would rain down if superheroes were allowed to duke it out over national security.

Characters

The Boys as a comic series was an unrepentantly cynical take on the superhero genre in an established universe of heroes. The creator, Garth Ennis, didn’t grow up with many superheroes and actually felt disrespected by a few of them, like Captain America. He brought on the amazing Darick Robertson and other artists to realize this horrid world of drugs, hardcore sex and brutal violence. Many of the stories are fun and hilarious, but with the unfortunate feeling of a lot of them feeling one note due to the one dimensional nature of a lot of the “heroes” and the ever escalating level of black humor to the point of being cartoonish.

Our main character cast is absolutely fantastic. Jack Quiad’s Hughie is much like his comic counterpart, aside from being like six feet tall and not Scottish. He’s surprisingly smart with a lot of awkwardness about him. He has a good heart and doesn’t see ALL superheroes as being evil, but does have a slight sense of justice that wants to see The Seven and Vought taken down. 

Karl Urban’s Butcher was the absolute perfect casting choice. He’s got that wry British wit, the fury to capture Butcher’s rage against supes and can play a manipulator like nobody's business. His character arc is one of the few regressions that I can actually appreciate for how it's done, especially as things become more fucked because of him and how he chooses to blame everyone else.

Everyone else is a slight bit of an improvement over the comics versions. The Frenchman, played by Tomer Capon, is similar to his comics counterpart, but we’re given reason to care about him and The Female. In the comics, Frenchie and the Female knew each other prior, but I don’t think it’s ever revealed how they met or became close. In the show Frenchie frees The Female, played by Karen Fukuhara, from thugs that had been keeping her prisoner and he slowly gains her trust over the course of the next few episodes after her introduction. We see their friendship grow, learn a little bit of her backstory and get a better understanding of what she wants versus just following Frenchie around and being terrifyingly adorable.

Annie January aka Starlight, played by Erin Moriarty, is probably the second best change in character in the series. She starts out as a bright eyed, bushy tailed hero looking to do good, but after being sexually assaulted on her first day in The Seven, decides that it will never happen again. In the comics, Annie stays around in The Seven and takes the abuse for a little while before speaking out and fighting back against the rest of them. What makes things even better, not only does she challenge her uber Christian beliefs during an event sponsored by Vought, but she does so while also getting Vought to force her abuser into giving a public apology at the mere thought of her causing their stock prices to crash.

Consequently, Mother’s Milk, portrayed by Laz Alonso, one of the most layered characters in the comics isn’t made better, but the more ridiculous aspects of is character have been toned down. We don’t hear of his disabled mother and his addiction to her breast milk that fuels his own superpowers, nor is his wife a crack addict that makes pornos with their daughter. He’s simply a reliable member of the team that loves his wife and will give Butcher the truth when he’s acting like an asshole.

The series actually brings a lot of grey to most of these characters. A-Train never once shows remorse for his actions in the books, but in the show he's painted as kind of sympathetic, while still being seen as a monster for what he does and the reasons behind them. The Deep could go either way after his actions with a redemption arc or a full turn to villain, but is shown to be knowingly aware of how little regard there is for him. He calls himself a "diversity hire" and acknowledges his own ineptitude, but he's still an absolutely terrible person.

Queen Maeve may be one of my favorite changes that manages to be even more sympathetic than her already pretty great comic counterpart. She, much like Starlight, did want to change the world, but she let the apathy and jaded nature of the job take her over. She's an alcoholic that sees a bit of herself in Starlight. The change comes in how she reacts to what I think might be Homelander's most heinous act in the show. She shows far more remorse and guilt over what happens than she does in the comic, showing us a side of her makes you want to root for her and to see her get better.

The best character… dear Lord, is Homelander, played by Anthony Starr. Homelander is a bastard. The worst thing imaginable because of his sheer strength and power. He’s a sociopath with all of the powers of Superman and none of the goodness. In the comics he’s simply just another asshole. 

He’s the most powerful of the Seven and absolutely revels in the hedonistic lifestyle that he’s accustomed to while also hating being under the rule of Vought. In the show, he’s shown as being supportive to Vought, especially it’s current Senior VP of Hero Management, Madelyn Stillwell. He has something of a mommy fetish as shown with his interactions with her and later in the series actually expresses emotions over learning of his own tragedies, but instead of trying to change for the better, he doubles down on his hatred and anger to become an even bigger monster than before. 

In the comic he just wants all of the superheroes to conquer the world, but here, he just wants to hurt everyone who hurts him. He plays games like a child, threatening and revealing secrets to toy with people before absolutely breaking them. He's horrible in a very personal way and his sneering smile only makes him so much more hateable. He knows there isn't a damn thing you can do to stop him and he revels in that fact, I love it.

Pacing and Direction

Coming in at an hour for each episode, the first two to three can feel a bit slow. Getting all of the story elements to sit just right can take time, especially as new things are introduced every few minutes. This slow burn approach easily helps to build the tension before things get really crazy by episode four. By that point, the story is unfolding at a perfect rhythm, the team is mostly together, they’ve made their plans of action and it’s all so smooth.

Thankfully each episode is directed by different people to avoid each feeling so similar. The common humor and tone is kept the same, but some episodes are very hopeful almost before being met with one that absolutely makes you hate certain characters and the actions that they take. In particular, the episode where Hughie and Butcher visit a group therapy session and Butcher flies off into a rage about the weakness of the attendees as they basically lick the balls of the heroes that have maimed them was amazing. The director pulls so much emotion out of that scene and continues on as the episode moves along in a far more dramatic fashion than some of the others.

Some others lean heavier on the debauchery such as the episode where Hughie and Butcher venture into a superhero sex club and watch as these guys do some pretty amazing feats with their abilities in some really gross ways. There’s a good balance of levity and drama that makes neither feel too overwhelming.

Overall

With a great cast, impeccable acting and an unpredictability that I actually enjoyed, The Boys absolutely blew me away. I was wholly prepared to rip it apart if I felt like it didn’t do the story justice, but Rogen and Goldberg are fans and knew what we all wanted. It’s unabashedly a comic book show, but still has enough to it that people who have never heard of the series will be floored by how much they can find to enjoy.

It’s for the nihilistic and jaded comic book fan. It’s for the casual watcher who’s gotten enough of Marvel’s colorful displays of happiness and it’s absolutely for the happy person who just wants to have some fun with what they watch. 

I thoroughly enjoyed this season of The Boys. So much so that I’m aching with anticipation to re-read the comic series in preparation for Season Two. It’s unlikely that it’ll follow the plot much, if at all after the ending, but with Stormfront (as a woman) being announced as the new Hero joining the Seven in the next season, I’m excited as to who else they might pull. This first season absolutely earns a high recommendation from me.

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The Other Swan Part 9

Three months had passed with nothing happening. Sam and his pack had settled down on wanting to hunt Renesme, now that Jake had imprinted on her, they were even working together. Seth and Leah didn’t return to Sam’s pack though, but things were good with both packs. Seth and I were made to sit out of the fight with the volturi, so we stayed at Seth’s in front of the fire just waiting to hear any news. Apparently the Volturi didn’t end up fighting with the Cullen’s and their allies. So everyone came home safely. When I saw Jake emerging from the forest, I sprinted from my place on Seth’s lap out to where he was. I didn’t even care that I wasn’t wearing weather appropriate clothing. Sam’s pack and Leah soon followed him out of the forest as well and I wrapped each and everyone of them in a tight hug. All of my boys were okay regardless of pack. Finally everyone was able to breath a huge sigh of relief.

“Party at mine and Emily’s!” Sam shouted before he and his pack took off. I turned to Leah, Seth and Jake. We all shrugged and headed inside so I could warm up. I didn’t think things through when I ran out to Jake and the others. Seth pulled me into his side as we walked.

When we got to Sam and Emily’s the bonfire was going off and Emily had made a delicious looking spread of food for the boys and us girls who had come. Renesme and Claire were still far too young for this kind of party. I don’t even think Seth and I would be able to touch even a single drink.

New years parties were supposed to be fun, and I mean yes I did have fun but theres just something about watching everyone else around you drink when you cant. Even if they technically aren’t legal age to be drinking either. As we counted down to midnight Seth pulled me in close to his warm body.

“Ready to ring in the new year together, first new year of the rest of our lives.” He whispered into my ear. I took a deep breath and nodded. This whole rest of our lives thing isn’t so bad after all.

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Seth crashed his lips into my own as he held me to him by my waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him impossibly closer. We heard cat calls and wolf whistles coming from the boys as we pulled away blushing.

“Would you look at these two! Finally acting like adults. I'm proud of you kids.” Paul came up and wrapped his arms around mine and Seth’s shoulders pulling us close to his body. “Next they’ll be fucking and making babies together!”

“I think you’ve had plenty to drink Paul. Back up and leave them alone.” I heard Jake yell across the fire at us. The night continued in with Seth and I cuddled up together and everyone else drinking. I couldn’t wait for the time that Seth and I could join in on the games and the drinking. But even then, in two years they would all still say were too young. Even though we would be the same age as they are now. Sometimes I hated being so young. I watched everyone get increasingly drunk and got Seth to help me help the boys inside on the couches or in the spare rooms. We left one for ourselves and crashed out soon after everyone was safely inside.

The new year started off very slowly. Bella and the Cullen’s ended up moving to Alaska promising that they would be back to see everyone occasionally.

Seth’s birthday was coming up quickly and I had taken to discussing it with Sue, Emily and Leah. We were going to surprise him, it is his 16th after all. It needed to be perfect. All Jake knew about it was that he needed to keep Seth out of the house for the day. Leah hadn’t phased when Seth was so she wouldn’t slip up and let it out. Emily, Sue, Leah and I set everything up while Jake was telling Seth all about how to patrol, turning 16 in 2 days allowed him to be able to patrol on some nights.

“I’m worried about him going out to start patrolling. What if something happens to him?” I asked as we set up streamers in Sue’s house. Emily came up to me and wrapped an arm around my shoulders.

“He is going to be fine. They are literally built for this, its in their genetics.” She rubbed my shoulder as Sue and Leah agreed. I nodded and took a deep breath; I would always worry about him. It’s my job really.

“I know, I will just always worry.” They nodded. “Okay, I think I can hear them.” We hurried to get into position as the boys walked through the door. Jake and Sam’s pack came through the door first after I noticed that they pushed Seth to the back, so he was the last one in.

“Surprise!” we all jumped and yelled as he made his way in. I pushed myself to the front where I walked up to him and planted a passionate kiss on his lips. His hands found my hips as mine wound around his neck.

“Happy birthday Seth.” I breathed out as we pulled away.

“Its not for another two days babe.” He turned to everyone and finally noticed the decorations. “You did all of this for me?” he asked turning back to me still in his arms.

“Me and your mom, your sister and Emily, we all did.” I beamed brightly at him as the boys came and patted him on the back.

“So the plan for tonight is a BBQ with a bonfire, and Seth you get to have your first drink, not that it will do much or last long, just to give you a taste.” Leah said walking out and bringing the food along with her as we all followed her outside. Sam’s pack ran off to play soccer while I stood by and listened to Jake tell Seth some more about patrolling.

“You need to be on high alert out there, that’s kind of the whole point. I know you’ve got Skye to think about, but try and think about if she was ever in trouble. You would want to be at your best right? Well just think of it like that, your keeping all the bad people that wants to hurt Skye away.” Jake clapped Seth on his shoulder before putting his head in a headlock and rubbing his head.

“It’s safe though right, Jake?” I asked walking over to the two. Billy and Charlie had shown up in the time it took us to go outside and they oversaw cooking for tonight.

“Of course it safe, I would never put Seth in danger, I know how much he means to you now. Plus Sam’s pack is always out as well. And he will never be on his own, at least until he's 18.” Jake wrapped his arm around my shoulder. “You don’t need to worry so much, he’s in good hands and it hurts that you would even question me about that.” He rubbed my head gently before he pushed me gently into Seth’s chest.

“Okay,” I nodded my head, “Let’s go play soccer so I can kick your asses.” I hit Seth and Jake in the chest, feeling a slight twinge in each hand but shook them and I was fine again. Damn wolves, they will be the death of me.

“Will she kick our asses?” I heard Seth ask Jake.

“Maybe if we didn’t have killer reflexes, she used to, when we were younger, Embry, Quil, me and Skye, we used to play all the time. So yeah, she used to kick my ass. As far as I know she played in school too after that.” I swear I could hear Seth gulp from here.

The first round the boys went easy on me, after realising I was a decent player, they started to play harder. Embry knocked me with his shoulder before trying to take the ball from me. I elbowed him in the ribs and winced in slight pain before doing my famous manoeuvre and making it impossible for him to get the ball even with his fast reflexes and the fact the jab did nothing to him at all. I quickly scored before I felt my body weight being lifted off the ground and I watched as Embry shook his head. Seth had me up on his shoulder and the boys were cheering me on and chanting my name.

“I can’t believe I fucking forgot about that move. You’re a cheater Skylah!” Embry yelled at me.

“You’re just a sore loser, you always have been.” I told him and tapped Seth’s hand to get him to let me down. The boys all came over to me and all told me how great of a player I was.

“You should play for the school here.” Jake said when he came up to me, bringing Seth with him.

“And I could come and watch you play and be so proud of my amazing girlfriend. Not that I'm not always.” He pulled me into him and placed a kiss on my temple.

“Food Kids!” Sue called us all over where every dug straight in. Even I was famished. Nothing like a good soccer match to make me as hungry as these boys around me. The night went on much like that. We pulled out the marshmallows when it got dark and started to tell scary stories. I just hoped Seth had a great birthday, he was all the mattered.

After the night ended Seth and I got comfortable in his king-sized bed, he cuddled up close to me and I started to play with his ever-growing hair.

“Did you enjoy tonight?” I asked him. He hummed and lifted his head from where he had it resting on my stomach.

“Of course I did. It was the best birthday I could ever ask for. I cant wait to see what you have in store for my 18th and 21st.” I laughed at him and caressed his cheek gently.

“Whatever you truly desire will be my wish.” I told him. He laughed at me and kissed me gently.

“These past couple of months have been a dream come true Skylah, and I honestly wouldn’t have it any other way, I'm so glad I imprinted on you, and I'm so glad you didn’t go back to Arizona-.”

“Mom and Phil are in Florida now.” I interrupted him, he waved me off and continued.

“Either way, I'm so glad you stayed, I didn’t know how long I would have been able to live without you, and I'm so glad you accepted the bond. But this is about more than just the bond. I love you Skylah. And I'm so glad to call you mine.” He pulled my face closer to his with each word until I could feel his breath n my lips. So close but I waited for him to finish. I was almost in tears by the time he finished and when he finally placed his lips on mine a tear slid down my cheek. I kissed him back with as much passion and love as he did me, I really hoped he felt it all. I could feel my heart leaving my body and finding its forever home in Seth, Seth was my everything, and I was his. He now had the power now to break my heart, but I had faith that he wouldn’t do that.

 The next unfortunately Seth and I had school. Now because I had transferred mid-year, I wasn’t the most sought-after friend for people. In fact I wasn’t very liked at all. Seth and I had decided to keep things from school grounds and just live life as if we didn’t know each other at school. And for the most part; it worked, but we had a free period together and we couldn’t keep away for too long without causing one of us to be sick. We were still discreet in doing so though and just sat closer to each other in the classes we had together. He was my lab partner in Biology and Chemistry, only because the teacher thought I needed the help and Seth was amazing with both subjects. He struggled in English, but I have been helping him with that, and math.

In my free period today though I decided I needed to go to the library and return my books so I could get new ones. On my way there however a hand closed itself around my mouth and dragged me backwards into a dark corner of the school.

“Thought you could get rid me did you Skylah?” a menacing voice growled in my ear. My eyes widened and I tried hard to get his hand away from my mouth, I didn’t want him to touch me ever again yet here he was, in La Push Washington, halfway across the country just to find me. My hands started to tremble as he brought his hand down away from my mouth and placed it around my neck. “What are you going to do this time? Run away again? It will only make it worse for you.” He dragged me away from the corner and towards a large truck parked in the car park. “Now be a good little girl and stay quiet.” He slammed the door in my face after throwing me in and then started the truck and took off.

#seth clearwater imagines #seth clearwater #seth clearwater imprint #seth clearwater x reader #booboo stewart #booboo stewart imagines

[mooifyourecows]

ahaha honestly me sitting here like 👉👈 reading the beef on the lurker posts,,,, soo i wanna ask you abt your og stories!! what are the girls like in supernova & brink? (ily babe)

Beef? no beef here, nope, nuh uh. Just some super friendly discussion among colleagues! 🖤💋

But since you ASKED....

Oh boy oh boy oh boy.

Girls. I love me some girls.

This is gonna be a long post so I’ll put a “read under the cut” thing.

As of right now, Supernova has an incredibly small cast of characters. Not many side characters have been thought up yet so really all I have at the moment are Leon, Seth, Nova, Bonnie, and Carla. And Bonnie and Carla haven’t been fleshed out so I won’t talk about them, oopsie doopsie.

The main female character of Supernova is Nova. (As if that wasn’t obvious)

Nova Ponderosa is an almost 40 year old single lesbian. She’s a famous writer who specializes in LGBT+ fiction and boy howdy is she good at what she does. The capacity of her heart is outmatched only by the capacity of her bank account. For the past almost 40 years, she’s lived a reclusive life in her stupidly big house out in the countryside with her various pets, spending all her time writing and avoiding unwanted social interactions. (wow dream life ammiright? self projection maybe? perish the thought)

It takes almost 40 years for her to realize that she’s perhaps, a tiny itty bitty bit... well... lonely? She goes to the same cafe and talks to the same high school aged baristas who make her coffee and she sees her editor and does the necessary interviews and public appearances that go hand in hand with being a leading voice for the LGBT+ fiction community but when it’s all done and over with she goes home and talks to her pets, wishing they could talk back.

So naturally she decides that the most reasonable course of action is to jump headlong into adopting an almost 18 year old African American boy who, on just their third meeting, accuses her of being a creepy groomer who wants to train him into being her sexy trophy husband.

Nova thinks Leon is funny. She admires how he says whatever is on his mind. She thinks she probably really needs someone who says whatever is on his mind in her life.

And once she manages to convince him she doesn’t have weird ulterior motives, he agrees to let her adopt him and they become a family.

Nova is ecstatic about having someone enter her life and she admittedly goes a little hard. She’s got dough and a willingness to spoil the hell out of her new son and Leon eventually has to tell her to cool her jets because damn he’s never had someone spoil him before and it’s overwhelming. (”no i will not let you move out of the master bedroom just so i can have the biggest room in the house what are you TALKING about crazy lady???”)

As a reclusive writer who has fallen out of practice of acting like a normal human being, Nova is... all over the place. She can’t cook. She can’t clean. She talks to herself. She cries when she can’t think of that one. super. specific. word. She has full conversations with her pets and walks around in her underwear, much to Leon’s horror. (He lectures her out of that habit quick enough). When she’s not writing, she’s playing videogames in her home gaming theater, much to Leon’s awe and poorly hidden excitement. (He’s only a LITTLE bit sour about the fact that his new mom is way better than him at basically... every game. He’s an embarrassment to teenage boys everywhere. 😔)

Honestly, Nova is kinda... pitiful. Leon is shocked that she’s lasted as long as she has. When he met up with her prior to getting adopted, she seemed so put together. She always looked clean and beautiful and sophisticated... a picture perfect, rich, white woman. But one week into living with the gremlin and he’s calling up his social worker demanding a refund. (”Shawn what the fuck, I thought I was getting a mom, not a toddler.” “Aw, she’ll learn.” “I thought I was the one that was supposed to learn.”)

Nova is terrified of young children. Back when they first met, Leon was suspicious that she wanted to adopt someone as old as he was. It was weird. Why adopt an almost 18 year old when you can get a cute little kid? The thing is, Nova is socially awkward around adults and a social nightmare around children. How... how does she talk to them? When are they too old for baby talk? She heard there’s a soft spot on babies’ heads. How vulnerable is it? What if she accidentally bumps it? Will they die??? Oh god no she does NOT want to hold your baby PLEASE keep it away she’s shaking. 

It’s weird. She clams up and searches for an escape route every time a kid comes near her. The first time Leon sees this... he’s happy. Ah... so she wasn’t lying when she said she wanted him and nobody else. What a relief.

Despite being a little bit of a big mess, her heart is in the right place. And no matter how many times he has to console her during a mental breakdown brought on by yet another bout of writer’s block... Leon kinda wouldn’t trade her for anyone in the world. She’s enthusiastically supportive and affectionate and never misses an opportunity to steal a hug and she’s his mom and that’s really all that matters.

Soon after Leon moves in, the cleaning service that Nova uses starts sending a new woman to clean her house. Carla. Pretty Carla. Pretty, smart Carla who is only working part time at her family’s company for extra spending money while she is getting her degree in aeronautical engineering. 

Pretty, smart, and a little bit evil Carla who can tell when Nova is watching her and definitely plays into her super obvious crush on her to get better tips. (and watch her combust because... well... it’s cute) 

Nova really wants to be a protective Mama bear for Leon but her social introversion makes it hard for her to stand up to intimidating people. It’s fine though because once she and Carla get closer, Carla gladly steps forward and plays the role of scary parent. (”What the fuck did you say about my girlfriend’s son? Do you want me to shove my stilettos so far up your ass that your voice sounds like heels on tile for the rest of your life? Huh? Do ya?”)

Hmm okay so I’ll stop there for Supernova because I honestly really wanna talk about my Brink girls rn lolol.

ALRIGHT.

SO.

In Brink, there are two girls that own my whole entire heart. (there are more than just two girls in the story, dont worry, but they’re not as special okay sue me i have favorites so what)

First we will talk about the one that has less story set up for her (I brainstorm in waves and she hasn’t had her turn yet, oops)

Kamaria Ganim is the single most intensely driven 17 year old you have ever met in your life. Cheerleader, student body president, softball pitcher, Hijabi. She took one look at her high school’s cheerleading uniforms and said “unacceptable.” It took less than a week to have hijab friendly uniforms ordered for every single sport, not just at her school, but for every school in the entire city. She’s working on getting it to happen throughout the whole state next.

Kamaria is that girl that everyone is pretty sure will be in some crazy high ranking political position someday. Unless the political climate gets any worse. Then she’ll be the one leading the revolution. And you better hope you’re not in her way. 

She’s the leader of Ryker’s friend group and she sticks out like a sore thumb among all the troublemakers she calls her best friends. She’s the one they call when one of them fucks up and needs some bailing out. She’s the one with a plan and a solution for every scenario and she jumps at the opportunity to take the lead. She’s intensely supportive and... surprisingly indulgent. People who only know her a little bit would never expect she was such close friends to... well... those guys.

But no matter how much they might contradict each other... Kamaria loves the messy and wild group of bastards that have made her their leader. Instead of finding their troublemaking tedious, it’s a refreshing complement to her usual intensely serious personality. Ryker’s sweet stupidity is always heartwarming and calming. Sebastian’s weirdness is always hilarious and surprising. Roy’s apathy reminds her to slow down and not take every single thing too seriously. Emiliano’s delinquency balances out her righteousness and shows her that sometimes in order to do the right thing, you gotta bend the rules. Scarlett’s pride and unapologetic personality inspires her to tune out the haters.

 Kamaria is fearless and protective. She’s somehow unforgiving and forgiving at the same time. When Ryker is kicked out of his parents’ house and picked up by Link, Kamaria leads the charge to Link’s place and searches it from top to bottom for any indication that he was a suspicious guy. She sits him down and asks him a million prying questions, only stopping when Emiliano decides he’s trustworthy. (She’ll be running a background check on him later anyway but that’s neither here nor there.)

She has a good relationship with her parents. They encourage her to chase after whatever she wants to chase. They help her rehearse her speeches. They nudge her in the right direction when she’s struggling. They show up for every cheerleading performance, for every softball game, for everything. They’re on her side always.

And while Kamaria is grateful for the support... it’s her friends’ guess that she loves hanging out with them so much because of the nice change of pace. Kamaria feeds off of fixing things. She is a problem solver. She’s always trying to make things better. Make them work. And there’s not a lot of that in her home life. Her parents are almost too supportive. It’s always “That’s perfect, Kamaria.” or “Whatever you decide is great, Kamaria.”

She’s a liiiiiiiittle bit thirsty for conflict. She kiiiiiinda wants things to not be so perfectly organized and planned and effective. 

It’s the times when Sebastian lights something on fire unexpectedly or Scarlett starts a war with the entire volleyball team or Emiliano knocks a jerk out with his trumpet case or Roy gets caught hiding rotten eggs in the school’s vents or Ryker accidentally falls in love with his new roommate and forgets how to function that Kamaria feels most alive.

She’s a problem solver. And she loves having an entire group of rowdy friends who are constantly drowning in problems. Even when they go too far, she can’t stay mad at them. Especially not when they all start dancing and singing in unison to the tune of “Karma Chameleon” by Culture Club, “Kama-Kama-Kama-Kama-Kama-Kamarrrrrriiiiaaaa!”

Aaaaand now let’s talk about Scarlett because I really wanna talk about Scarlett.

Scarlett Cox is the bimbo to Ryker’s himbo. She’s blonde. She’s busty. She’s tall (6′2″ wowzas). She’s a cheerleader. She’s dumb. She’s bi. She’s slutty. And she’s sweet as candy. (most of the time)

When Scarlett was growing up, her grandparents on her mother’s side were... overbearing. They were insanely conservative and beat it into Scar’s head from the beginning that she must always always always be a good and modest lady. She must be quiet and meek. She must grow her hair long and be feminine but not too feminine and do whatever it takes to please her future husband. It was her job to get married early and start popping out babies. Her only aspiration was to be a mother, just like her mom was. 

Well. That changed when Scarlett’s mom had a mental breakdown and abandoned her when she was only six.

Now a single father who never really liked his mother- and father-in-law anyway... Scarlett’s dad took little Scarlett aside and told her that he never wanted her to be like her mother. At first, she thought he was telling her not to crack under the pressure and run off to Vegas with some random drunk she met at a bar. But he explained to her that no, that’s not it. He never wanted her to be so repressed and ashamed of herself that she lived a miserable life, never able to let her true colors show. He told her he was gonna love her no matter what so she better be her happiest and truest self.

Now she lives however the fuck she wants. She pushes the boundaries of the dress code at every turn. She wears booty shorts and crop tops in winter. She experiments with her makeup. She sleeps with whoever she wants to sleep with. She cries about everything. She’s got a loud, foul mouth. Her default is to be kind and affectionate towards any- and everyone but she can flip on the Petty Switch quicker than you can blink.

Girls that try to bully her get their boyfriends stolen and then tossed to the curb when she’s bored of them. Boys who try to take advantage of her looseness and cheat on their girlfriends with her get their girlfriends stolen and shown how they ought to really be treated. She can make any straight girl question her sexuality but she uses her powers for good, honest.

She’s ditzy as all hell but she understands the important stuff. The stuff about being true to yourself. The stuff about being loyal to your friends. The stuff about being kind and compassionate until someone really pisses you off.

Because of her loose and slutty nature, people don’t... treat her with a lot of respect. Especially not the boys that want a piece of her. She understands that too. And that really sucks. It sucks when girls call her a slut behind her back. It sucks when guys ask her out just because they wanna get laid. That really sucks.

Because while Scar loves sex, she also really, like really wants to be treated like a princess. But these days it seems like her dad is the only one who treats her that way.

Well. Her dad and Emiliano. Who she is head over heels in love with. And has been. For like... forever. (But don’t tell him.)

Scar, Ryker, and Emiliano have been a trio since they were kids. Ryker and Scar are cut from the same cloth. They’re both big, dumb, and cry at literally anything. From the very beginning, Mili has been the one to brush the dirt off their scraped knees and chase the bullies away. He’s been the one to dry their tears and hold their hands every time they needed a little extra support.

And Scar has been so in love with him for as long as she can remember. Mili is the one who gives her his coat when she’s inappropriately dressed in the middle of winter. He’s the one who very subtly puts himself between her and something or someone even the tiniest bit dangerous or suspicious. He’s the one that interrupts the sleazy guys that come on to her. He’s the one that quietly sits with her when she’s feeling bad and doesn’t leave until she’s done crying.

And fuuuuuck she’s stupidly in love with the bastard. But she can’t tell him! No way. Sex is easy, you know? She can pursue pretty girls and hot guys like it’s nothing but dealing with real feelings? That’s scary! He probably doesn’t like her anyway, right? She’s so the opposite of his type, right? Right?????

Despite her big “I don’t give a fuck what you think about me” attitude... Scar is surprisingly insecure. She’s always questioning whether or not the bad is worth the good. Is it worth being herself when people constantly hate or devalue her? Do her friends even really like her that much? Or do they just tolerate her because she’s always chasing after them? Could she even be a person that Mili would give the light of day if she ever grew the balls to make a move on him? Or would he treat her just like all the others?

Temporary.

Only good for a fun time.

Scar has all these little niggling insecurities floating around her head and it’s not until she has a fight with Kamaria that leads to an accidental slip of her hijab that has Scar screaming and throwing herself on top of her head to hide her under her shirt (overreact much?) that it all comes out. Scar strips out of her shirt to hide Kamaria and stands in the center of a group of students in nothing but her lacy bra until Ryker and the others show up to help get her and Kamaria to the bathroom.

Kamaria, laughing her ass off because what the fuck were you thinking girl????, gets to sit through all of Scar’s insecurities pouring out of her mouth. And so Kamaria gets to do what she does best, fix things. But this time she gets to do it in a way she doesn’t often get the opportunity to do. She gets to do it the way only a friend can do it, and the next thing either of them know, they’re sitting in a puddle of tears, aggressively telling each other all the things they love about each other and it’s stupidly good girl bonding from two polar opposites.

Ahhhhh okay okay I’ve talked too long. I’ll stop there. I love girls. 

Bye

[argylemnwrites]

Unbelievable

Pairing: Seth Levine x MC (Jessica Parker)

Book: Red Carpet Diaries (around Chapter 11 of Book 2)

Word Count: ~2900

Rating: PG-13 (language, innuendo)

Summary: Watching football for the first time with Jessica during the playoffs is an interesting experience for Seth

Author’s Note: As some of you may know, I don’t really self-insert with my MCs, but I usually share one or two traits with them. Well, Jessica Parker and I share a love of football passed down from our fathers. Since she comes from Iowa, and they don’t have a NFL team there, she had three real options for her team pulling from the surrounding area - the Green Bay Packers, the Chicago Bears, and the Minnesota Vikings. Naturally, I selected my own love, the Vikings, for her.

This is written for my Choices Big Game Blitz event. It doesn’t feature the Superbowl, but it does feature one of the more exciting playoff games in recent history.

Seth had known Jessica was a Minnesota Vikings fan, at least in theory. On Sundays this fall, he’d seen her in a Vikings t-shirt or an Adrian Peterson jersey. But he’d never watched a game with her, at least until today.

Truth be told, he never really cared about football. Maybe it was a side effect of growing up just outside of Cincinnati and therefore having to root for the Bengals, but Caleb was a pretty avid OSU fan, so there went that theory. At the end of the day, sports weren’t really Seth’s thing. With what he knew about Jessica, he’d assumed they weren’t really hers either.

But it turned out, football was very much Jessica’s thing. He had thought it was a little strange when she said she couldn’t go to the movies with him because of the playoffs. Seth had wanted to actually go out together, now that her faux-mance with Chadley was over and she wouldn’t get chewed out if they were spotted together too often. Jessica instead invited him over to her new penthouse to watch the game. Seth had figured the game would kind of be on in the background while they talked, or maybe even fooled around a bit. That theory went out the window when she didn’t even get off the couch to great him, just threw up a hand in a vague wave as she kept her eyes glued on her television.

“You missed kickoff. The Saints went three and out, but it’s still the Vike’s opening drive,” she said, barely acknowledging him when he kissed her on the cheek as he sat next to her on the couch. From that point on, Seth wasn’t even sure that she remembered he was there half the time. Basically anything she said was directed at the people on the TV, whether it be the coaches, the players, or the announcers, all of whom she referred to by name, like they were her close personal friends or her mortal enemies. It didn’t take long for Seth to learn that Mike Zimmer was a genius, Sean Payton was a smug asshole, and Joe Buck and Troy Aikmen were just the worst. It was only during the commercials that she would chat with him, but she mainly seemed to want to discuss the most recent plays, and as soon as the game was back on, her head snapped back to the TV, her attention completely focused on her favorite team.

Seth understood the basics of the game, run versus pass, how downs worked, turnovers, most of the penalties, that sort of thing, but after the first couple of drives, it was clear that he had almost nothing he could add to the conversation. Jessica was naming both offensive and defensive schemes, talking about things like “the slant” or a “double A gap” like those words were supposed to mean something to Seth. Meanwhile, the only player on the field he had heard of before today was Drew Brees, and he certainly wasn’t going to try to talk to her about the man she had just referred to as a “little punk ass ponzi scheme shill.” And that description was polite compared to the way she talked about the Saints coach, dropping more swear words in one description of him than he had heard her say the entire rest of the time he’d known her. So instead of saying something that would put him in the hot seat, he just watched along with her, going to grab them new beers or some more snacks from her kitchen every so often. 

If was kind of fun, seeing this completely different side of her. She was loud, energized, and vibrant. Normally he was the one who would geek out about things, whether it be old-school B-movies, obscure video games, or TV shows with a niche cult following. But after the first quarter, it was clear that Jessica was a football nerd. The only thing he’d ever seen her close to this passionate about before was film, and that was her line of work. She was yelling at the Saints players whenever they committed penalties and dancing when the Vikings scored, and even Seth found himself cheering and exchanging high fives with her, her energy infectious. He quickly learned to keep his beer in his right hand, far away from Jessica, after she nearly knocked it to the ground when she went wild after one of the Vikings players picked off Brees.

She was in a great mood going into halftime. The Vikings were up 17 to 0 and their defense, which Jessica seemed to love way more than the offense, had two interceptions and a couple of sacks already. But after halftime, Seth felt the energy in the room start to shift. The Vikings offense stalled, the Saints scored a touchdown, and then Case Keenum, the Vikings’ quarterback threw a bad interception. Jessica’s good mood was quickly evaporating with the Viking’s lead. By the start of the fourth quarter, she was twisting her hands around each other in her lap and chewing on her lip.

“Damn it,” she muttered, when one of the Viking’s players got pulled for an injury evaluation in that goofy looking blue tent on the sideline. “Not Rhodes. Shit.” Seth was going to ask her why losing that particular player was such a bad thing, but then the Saints scored again, bringing the score to 14-17, and Jessica let off a string of curses, rubbing her hands over her face.

“Hey, they still have the lead,” said Seth, placing a hand on her back, trying to be reassuring, but Jessica just shook her head, rolling her shoulders slightly. She clearly didn’t want him touching her right now.

“You don’t understand. The Vikings always choke. Always. They are gonna piss this away. We have a chance at a home Superbowl, and we’re gonna choke away a three score lead at home.”

Jessica’s prediction turned out to be right. The Vikings added a field goal, but then the Saints blocked a punt, something Seth didn’t even know a team could do, and turned that good field position into another touchdown. The Saints had the lead by one, and he thought Jessica was going to lose her mind. Her hands kept clutching at her cheeks and temples between plays, fingers twining together during the action. All the fun and joy of the first half was gone, replaced by pure anxiety and frustration. It was uncomfortable even sitting next to her. Seth wanted to tell her that it was just a game, but he was pretty sure that would get him kicked out of her apartment, if not straight up dumped on the spot, so he kept his mouth shut, praying that the Vikings might still pull off the win. He didn’t know how bad Jessica would be after a loss, but he was pretty sure it would ruin their entire night. 

Just when Seth thought it couldn’t get worse, the one announcer said, “I know Vikings fans don’t wanna see this, and they’ll blame me,” before showing a highlight package of Vikings missed field goal attempts from playoff games in years past.

“And those are just the kicks,” added the other announcer, “I mean, they’ve had some other devastating losses over the years in other ways.” 

“Oh just rub it in, you fuckers. Fucking Joe Buck and Troy Aikmen,” she growled. Before Seth could think of anything to say to her that would have any chance of calming her down, one of the wide receivers for the Vikings, Seth thought it might be Adam Thielen, made an impressive catch, and Jessica swung from annoyed anger to pure joy in a nanosecond, jumping off the couch and letting out a massive cheer. She stayed on her feet for the rest of the drive, holding her breath as she watched the Vikings kicker make a pretty long field goal to take a two point lead.

Seth thought Jessica would be overjoyed that her team was back on top, but she seemed stressed as ever when she sat back down.

“Uhh, not to bother you, but shouldn’t you be happier that your team has the lead?” Seth asked during the commercial break.

Jessica shook her head, “There’s too much time left on the clock and all they have to do is get to the 35 yard line or so. A field goal wins it.”

“But the announcers keep talking about how the Vikings are the best defense in the league.”

“Not this half, they aren’t.”

All Seth could do was sit there and watch as Jessica became more and more agitated as her prediction proved eerily accurate. When the Saints kicker drilled a field goal through with 25 seconds left on the clock, he dropped his hand to her knee.

“I knew it, I just knew it,” she moaned, dropping her face into her hands. “It’s over. One and done again.”

Seth knew better than to point out there was still time left on the clock. Even he knew that 25 seconds was not a lot of time to score.

The drive was off to a bad start when the Vikings got a penalty right away, but then they picked up about 20 yards on one play. Before Seth could even mention that maybe her team had a chance, Jessica was talking.

“Fuck, over the center of the field. Damn it, now we don’t have a time out left for the field goal even if we can manage to get into range. The Saints are just gonna cover the damn sidelines.”

The next play was an incomplete pass that left 14 seconds on the clock. As the Saints called a timeout, Seth’s mind started racing, trying to come up with the right thing to say when that clock ticked down to zero.

“Offer to get drunk with her. Or curse out the Saints and call them cheaters, she seems to do that often. No, just hug her. Don’t say anything. There’s not going to be anything she wants to hear from you.”

“And now ten seconds remain,” called out the announcer after another incomplete pass, “in what could be a heartbreaking loss for the Vikings, and a thrilling come-from-behind win from the Saints. Winner goes to Philly.”

Seth could tell Jessica’s heart was racing. As much as she claimed this was over, he knew part of her was still hoping for a miracle. Hell, even he felt nervous, and prior to today, he didn’t think he’d ever even seen a Vikings game. As the Vikings lined up and snapped the ball, he braced himself for the next play or two which would inevitably seal this as a loss. Case Keenum launched the ball into the air.

“Keenum steps into it,” said the announcer, “pass is CAUGHT! DIGGS! SIDELINE! TOUCHDOWN! UNBELIEVABLE! VIKINGS WIN IT!”

Seth watched in awe as a Vikings player not only came down with the ball, but somehow wasn’t tackled by any Saints player. Instead, he sprinted down the sideline and into the endzone as the clock hit zero, throwing his helmet off and holding his arms out in celebration to the crowd. It’s how he would have written the ending in a sports movie, but it was happening in real life. 

Jessica had somehow vaulted over her coffee table and was shrieking almost inhuman noises as she fell to her knees in front of her television. Seth, meanwhile felt glued to his spot on the couch, his jaw hung open in absolute shock as he watched the stadium turn to absolute pandemonium on the screen, fans going wild, players running all over the field, and the player who made that spectacular catch, Stefon Diggs, being completely mobbed in the endzone. He was pretty sure Prince’s Let’s Go Crazy was playing at the stadium, but it was hard to make out between the cheers from the television and the insane shrieks coming from Jessica.

A loud buzzing noise attracted Seth’s attention. He glanced down and saw Jessica’s phone, lit up with “Dad” glowing across the screen.

“Jessica?” he said, standing up and holding out her phone, “It’s your dad.”

Jessica climbed across her coffee table, knocking over a bowl a tortilla chips in the process, grabbing her phone with one hand and flinging herself at Seth with the other, nearly tackling him to the couch with her enthusiasm. She clung to him as she swiped to answer her phone, her hand visibly shaking.

“Ahh, Dad!” she screamed into her phone, nearly painful for Seth as she was dangerously close to his ear, “I know!... I KNOW!... I thought so, too!... YES!...Yeah, I know!...Skol!”

As she began to recount the game with her dad, she unglued herself from Seth, sitting on the floor in front of her TV and watching the chaos and excitement unfold at the stadium. Seth couldn’t help it, the whole thing was so surreal that he just started laughing lightly. Things like this just didn’t happen outside of movies. Figuring that Jessica was going to be caught up in this excitement for a while, Seth grabbed the trash can from the kitchen and started cleaning up the mess of chips that Jessica had knocked everywhere. 

He had just about cleaned up all the scattered chips when he heard Jessica say “Oh, wow,” before she went silent. Seth glanced up he saw Case Keenum, a hero of a quarterback now, leading the entire stadium in the Vikings’ “Skol” chant. He sank onto the couch, watching in awe as the camera pulled back. He got chills, and it wasn’t even his team.

“Yeah, I know. I’ll let you go, Dad.... Yeah, I love you, too.” Jessica said before setting down her phone and joining Seth on the couch, curling her legs up underneath her body. “Can you believe it?” she asked, shaking his shoulder lightly.

“No,” he replied with a chuckle, “Why did they have another play there?” he asked, gesturing to the TV. After the cheer, Keenum had lined up and taken one more snap before kneeling down. Seth would have thought the game was over with the insane touchdown.

“They still had to either attempt an extra point or and two-point conversion after the touchdown,” she explained, “Diggs scored at the end of regulation, so it wasn’t sudden death or anything.”

“Why didn’t they just kick the extra point? Why kneel it?”

“Don’t want to risk a blocked kick that the Saints could try and run back or any injuries.”

“Interesting,” he said, nodding slightly. It was a lot more enjoyable watching the game with someone who would actually explain the little details to him

“Thanks for cleaning up, by the way,” she said, gesturing to the coffee table.

“Of course, Iowa.”

“So, I’m gonna need you here next Sunday evening. You are clearly some sort of good luck charm.”

“Oh, I see how it is. All I am is some human prop your football team,” Seth said dramatically, flinging his head back against the top of her couch in mock indignation.

Jessica grinned down at him, “Why else would I want you around? Seriously, though. You should come over next week.”

“Sure, why not? I managed to survive this game with you; I can probably handle another.”

“Oh no,” said Jessica, drawing her hand to her mouth, “Was I really that bad?”

Seth laughed, “Come on, you have to know what you’re like when you watch football.”

“I don’t know, I always watched with my dad growing up. I didn’t think we were too crazy.”

He just continued to chuckle, watching Jessica clearly attempt to remember her actions over the past three hours, “Let’s just say that I’m pretty sure this afternoon was the equivalent of about 32 major life events. There was joy, despair, worry, frustration, anger, excitement-” he listed, holding up his fingers as he started counting off emotions in jest, but Jessica cut him off with a kiss.

“I’m sorry I was so nutty,” she said as she pulled away.

“Nah. It’s fine, Iowa. Like I said, it was like going through a bunch of life’s ups and downs all back to back. It’s kind of nice getting a little preview of what the hell I’m apparently getting myself into.”

Jessica swatted him playfully, swinging her leg over his lap and straddling him. “There was one emotion I notice you didn’t list,” she said into his ear, grinding down against him.

“Seriously? Football turns you on?”

“No, the Vikings winning turns me on,” she replied, working her lips across his jaw, “Come on, Seth. Don’t you want to celebrate with me?”

Groaning, Seth turned his head, capturing Jessica’s lips in a heated kiss, sliding his hands under her jersey and tugging it over her head. “I think I can definitely get on board with this whole football thing,” he said between kisses. Jessica laughed, clutching tightly to his shoulders as he stood up and made his way toward her bedroom, ready to start their own private victory celebration.

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[colesterstrudel]

Laws of Attraction

Seth Rollins/OC: Seth is a detective who seems like he doesn’t take his job, or anyone else’s, very seriously. You just want to be the best DA you can be. 

Lawyer/detective love squabble written for @helplessly-nonstop and @sporadic-fics fall multi-fandom fic challenge.

“You can’t break the law to get evidence! Why do I have to tell you this, Detective? You should know better.” You didn’t bother with the pleasantries, too angry to even pretend to be civil with Detective Seth Rollins. He was the best detective on the force, but that came at an immense cost to your mental and emotional health. His most recent antics were what had you in his office today, however. 

“I didn’t break the law, necessarily. I bent it to my will. Very different.” The smug look on his face did nothing to quell your anger. Your vision flashed red and you briefly considered throwing the paperweight on his desk at his head. 

“It’s not different!” You snatched the ruler off the detective’s desk, ignoring the idea to smack him with it in favor of offering a demonstration. “This is you bending the law.” With that, you bent the ruler in your hand, arching it harshly with a sickly sweet smile on your face. “And this is what you actually did.” You exerted slightly more pressure on the ruler and it snapped sharply, the sound echoing through the detective’s office. “Now, I’m not here to clean up the messes you make breaking the law to obtain your evidence. Not only does it make you look incompetent, but if I were to take this to the DA, I would look unfit for my job. Now fix it.” You spun on your heel and stormed away, hands shaking slightly in your fit of rage. 

“Did anyone ever tell you you’re hot when you’re angry?” Detective Rollins called from behind you. You could hear the smirk on his face, just begging you to turn around. With a shake of your head, you managed to ignore it and keep going, slamming the office door behind you. 

On your way back to your office, you could feel your cheeks flaming in anger. Everyday, you came to work in an attempt to make a name for yourself, to prove yourself. Detective Rollins obviously didn’t understand why working hard mattered to anyone, or he’d be more receptive to your input. Granted, he did his job well, but you were utterly convinced it was by sheer dumb luck alone. It’s as if he ignored every single rule in the handbook and decided his entire career would be based solely off of rogue moves. It made your job that much harder, and you were starting to resent him for it. 

Well, maybe “starting to” is an understatement. You were well on your way to resenting him and his lackadaisical attitude. But you had to ignore that for now, you told yourself as you finally reached the haven of your office. You had more work to do and couldn’t allow for your emotions toward Seth to cloud your judgement. Taking a deep breath, you got back to work, ignoring the annoying mental image of Seth’s laughing face in the back of your mind.

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“I understand you don’t care what people think about you, but this is my first case as the DA here so I’d really appreciate it if you kept your attitude to a minimum,” you spoke lowly to Seth as you walked through the hallways of the courthouse. 

You had a lot of expectations for yourself and this case and you hated to be disappointed. It would’ve been better, in your eyes, if your first case had been with a different detective, but you’ve spent weeks working with Seth on this. You knew you could win if only Seth would act like a normal person in court.

“Babe, come on, I’ve never had an attitude problem in my life,” Seth laughed, chewing his gum nonchalantly as the two of you came to a stop outside the courtroom. 

“First of all, Detective, I am not your babe,” you hissed, eyes narrowed. “Second of all, get rid of the gum and at least pretend you’re a professional.” Without a second glance at him, you strode through the doors to set up, hoping that you could get through this case without catching one yourself for wringing his neck.

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Hours later when court was released for the day, you let out a sigh of relief. Seth had gotten rid of his gum before entering the courtroom and was professional on the stand for the most part. He seemed incapable of keeping his annoying smirk off his face for longer than two and a half minutes at a time. Still, he sounded put together when he spoke, and it was clear why he was the best detective at the precinct.

Even still, you couldn’t help but hope your next case was with another detective. You weren’t sure your mind would be able to withstand a constant onslaught of Seth and his absurdities. 

You were so busy thinking about the merits of having another detective, any detective, on your next case that you almost missed it entirely. There was muffled yelling as you walked down the sidewalk in front of the courthouse, what sounded like a struggle, and then a man you vaguely recognized from seeing in the courtroom was rushing towards you.

Time slowed down as the man approached, face red with anger. All you had on you was your briefcase and it was obviously not enough to stop this man in his tracks. You were frozen to the ground in fear or anticipation, you weren’t sure which, when a flash of black came running from your side, directly into the path of the stranger. 

One quick glance at the two men on the ground revealed to you that the person who tackled the stranger was none other than Detective Rollins.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Seth growled at the man he had pinned to the sidewalk. 

“That’s my friend that asshole’s trying to put in prison,” the stranger told him, glaring at you as you neared the two.

“That’s their job, dumbass,” Seth growled again, eyes turning to look at you, as well. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, thanks,” you replied, nodding once. “But you should probably get off the ground.”

“Do you wanna press charges? I think you’re well within your rights to do so.” Seth’s eyes narrowed at the stranger as he tried to sit up, wincing slightly.

“No, he never touched me, it’s fine. Thanks for that, by the way.” Your eyes scanned Seth for any signs of injury, only noticing that his tie was askew and his black button up shirt had ripped. “Come on, we should get you cleaned up.”

With one last glare at the man on the ground, Seth followed you away from the courthouse and to the parking lot.

“Ya know, if you think about it, I’m a superhero,” Seth began, infuriating smirk back on his face as he leaned against his car. “I mean, there you are, a damsel in distress, and I saved you. Usually, in the movies, the superhero gets a date out of it.”

Not willing to fight with him, not today, you sighed. “If I say yes to one movie, just one, will you drop this whole thing?” When he eagerly nodded, you rolled your eyes and started towards your own car. “You know where to find me,” you called over your shoulder, already dreading the idea of your date with Seth, the man who had single handedly tried to give you an aneurysm while you worked on this case. The man who also saved you from being attacked by an angry stranger. The same man who had to know just how annoying and endearing and adorable all at once his smirk was, he was. The man who, before today, had done nothing but bring you headache after headache, making you question why you ever relocated to this precinct. 

‘Oh, no,’ you groaned to yourself as you got in your car, banging your head against the steering wheel. You already knew he would be even more annoying now than before. And there was nothing you could do about it. 

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“Detective, this better be urgent because I have mounds of work to do,” you said, barely looking up from the paperwork in front of you. You knew Seth was the one standing in the doorway to your office, knew he probably had that annoying little smirk on his face. 

And you knew he was here to discuss the movie date with you. 

“All work and no play?” He laughed, finally making his way to a chair and flopping down into it. “How do you expect to have any fun like that?”

“I’m too busy for fun, Detective. Now, what can I do for you?” You barely chanced a glance at him sitting in front of you, your mind focused solely on the papers in front of you. 

“Movies on Saturday? I can pick you up around 6?” The smirk was in his voice, now, like he knew how annoyed with yourself you were for ever agreeing to this date. 

“I’ll meet you there,” you replied, refusing to look up from your work.

“Come on,” he whined and you heard the squeak of the leather chair in front of your desk as he sat down. “You don’t want me to pick you up?”

“I’ve seen the way you drive, Detective, and I have no plans on dying any time soon. I’ll drive myself and meet you there.” Finally looking up at him, your eyelid twitched when you saw his feet propped up on your desk. “And get your feet off my desk!” Without a second thought, you threw the pen in your head at him, getting angrier by the second as he started to laugh and ducked the pen. 

“You’ve gotta lighten up a little,” Seth said through laughter, only removing one of his feet from the surface of your desk. 

“We are at work, Detective. I am trying to do my job, something I take very seriously. Maybe you should try to be more serious here at work, too.”

“Oooh, somebody’s a little feisty today, huh?” Seth was still laughing as he stood up, stretching his legs in front of you. “I’ll see you tomorrow night.” And then he was gone, finally, leaving you in the peace of quiet you so desperately wanted.

Even still, you couldn’t find the ability to get back to work, your eyes trained on the scuff on your desk left behind by Seth’s shoe.

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“I already bought your ticket,” Seth said before you had even stepped out of your car fully. 

“I could have bought my own ticket, Detective,” you told him, slipping past him to walk to the theatre. 

“We’re off the clock now, ya know. You can call me Seth.” He handed you your ticket and after a quick glance, you were pleased to see he didn’t choose a weird movie, one he knew would get under your skin.

“As I said, Detective,” you stressed his title more this time, “I could’ve bought my own ticket. But I appreciate the gesture.”

He flashed you a smile, not a smirk this time, and led you to the right theatre. As the two of you got settled into your seats, he turned to look at you.

“Did you want anything from concessions? I forgot to ask earlier.”

“No, I’m fine. It’s too expensive anyway.”

“My thoughts exactly.” You watched as Seth moved in his seat, hands in his front pockets, before finally pulling them out, a pack of Skittles in each. “So I came prepared,” he explained, handing you a pack.

“You snuck Skittles in here?” you asked through laughter.

“Well yeah. Like you said, concessions are expensive,” he shrugged and tore into his pack, flashing you one last smile as the lights dimmed.

And that’s when you realized you were in trouble.

At work, you could ignore it. Ignore the fact that Seth was attractive, to say the very least. And he was good at his job, too good considering how relaxed he was about everything. That smirk hid the sweetest smile, and he was obviously caring and thought about others, about you, and what you may need.

But you took your job too seriously, took everything a little too seriously, and used that hyper focus to ignore how seeing Seth made you feel. You distanced yourself from him, making sure to use his title rather than his name, keeping him at arm’s length.

All of this could be ignored at work but now, sitting beside him in the dark as he laughed at what was on the screen? You couldn’t ignore it and you couldn’t just sit here.

“I have to go,” you whispered, slightly panicked before getting up and rushing out of the theatre. Vaguely, you heard Seth get up to follow you but you couldn’t focus on that, on him, you just needed to get out of here. Fresh air would do you good, you thought, so you didn’t stop until you were on the sidewalk, gulping down huge breaths of air.

“Are you okay?” Seth asked, voice low as he came up behind you, his hand resting on your shoulder. 

“Seth, please,” you sighed, ducking away from his touch. “Just...Give me a second.”

“Hey, you used my name,” he laughed, stepping in front of you, eyes meeting yours. “I didn’t think you even knew how to.”

That smile, that stupid smile, was on his face again and you didn’t think, couldn’t think, before you moved forward and pressed your lips to his. In the back of your mind, you realized you were in front of a movie theatre, in full view of anyone who happened to pass by or be there, but you didn’t care. All you could focus on was the feel of his lips on yours, his arms wrapped around your waist.

“Oh my god,” you sighed, pulling away from him when you realized what you had just done. “I’m so sorry, I wasn’t thinking, I didn’t-”

But you never got to finish your statement. Seth just smiled before leaning in to kiss you again.

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“I don’t know why you can’t just do some simple paperwork, Detective.” You slammed a stack of papers down on Seth’s desk, eyes narrowed at his easygoing form. “I can’t do my job unless you do yours, understood?”

“I guess I must’ve gotten distracted,” he shrugged, laughing as he moved to take the papers from me. “Thinking about you in your office all alone…”

“We are at work!” 

“As if that’ll ever stop me. Dinner tonight?”

“Of course. Bring over some wine, I forgot to pick some up last night. I’ll see you after work.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek before going back to your office, smiling to yourself. 

#wwe fanfiction #wwe fic #seth rollins fanfiction #seth rollins fic #fall multifandom challenge #fallmultifandomchallenge #fallmulti-fandomchallenge

[theworldofotps]

Our Girl

Pairing: Finn Balor x Reader Word Counter: 1,744 Description: Finn overhears Baron talking about you and plans to handle it in the ring. Your brother Dean along with his shield brothers standing ringside to help him.-Angst Not too sure how I feel about this one lemme know your thoughts and if I should change anything around! I definitely will take some constructive suggestions. ___________ Tag list: @writtingrose @biforbecky2belts @sjwrites22 @detectiveramen @sassymox @trent7thirsting @the-beastslayers-queen @thewrestlingwarehouse @new-zealand-chic @reigns420 @sassyspacedust @burnitbalor @mrsambroserollinsacklesmgk @xladyxfatex @biforrollynch If you wanna be added to the tag list lemme know! _____________ Finn’s P.O.V "Hey, Finn you got a minute?"

"Sure Apollo what's up?"

"Baron is talking about your girl and it's not the most pg things being said."

Raising a brow I follow after him from catering down a few hallways we come to a stop near the locker room. Standing outside we listen as Baron talks about (y/n) when a worker walks by we place a finger to our lips so he'll be quiet.

"I don't think I've ever seen a woman look as good as (y/n) does in her ring gear fuck what I wouldn't give to have her in bed screaming my."

"Care to say that sentence where I can hear ya?"

I asked shoving the door open the room goes silent as Baron looks at me a smug grin on his face.

"Of course, I was just telling Dolph here about how fucking hot (y/n) looks in her ring gear and how it would be so much better to have her in my bed instead of yours. She deserves a real man, not a little wimp who doesn't know the first thing about pleasing a woman."

"I know more about pleasing a woman fella then you do about being a wrestler ya wouldn't stand a chance with someone like (y/n). She's too far out of your fucking league to even waste her time on you."

"That's right I forgot you only date cheap whores."

Punching him in the face I spear him into the wall hitting him with a left and right punch a few of the superstars pull us apart.

"You're a dead man Corbin I want to handle this in the ring you and me no disqualification match."

"You got it."

He spits wiping the blood dripping from his nose I storm from the locker room to go find Hunter to set the match. Walking to the women's locker room I spot (y/n) talking to Dean, Roman, and Seth outside.

"There you are, babe, I was wondering where you got off too."

(Y/n) smiles when she spots me it quickly falling from her face when she sees my chest heaving a concerned look taking over.

"What's the matter?"

"I plan on killing Baron Corbin if possible."

"What did he do?"

"Ya don't even wanna fucking know."

I nearly growl pacing in front of them my blood boiling as I replay the scene in the locker room.

"Hey, you better calm down a little man you're going to wear a hole in the floor."

Seth says as they watch me stopping I run a hand over my face looking at them and then (y/n) I step forward pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"I'll talk with ya after my match I need to talk to your brother and the guys."

"Okay just be careful alright?"

"Always am I love ya."

"I love you."

She smiles kissing my lips before walking off we wait till she's out of sight before I turn my attention back to them.

"What happened?"

"So Apollo came up to me in catering and said that Baron was talking about (y/n) and it wasn't really pg. So I followed him to the locker room and heard Corbin talking about how good she looks in her ring gear ect. When I confronted him he said and this is literally what he said. It would be so much better to have her in his bed instead of mine. That she deserves a real man, not some wimp that doesn't know the first thing about pleasing a woman."

"What did you say to the egotistic prick?"

"That he didn't stand a chance with her I know more about pleasing then he does wrestling and that he was too far out of her league. She wouldn't waste her time on someone like him which we all know is true."

Dean chuckles nodding his head as the other two chuckled with him shaking their heads.

“That’s right my sister isn’t gonna settle for someone like him over my dead body would that ever happen.

I wait till they're finished before continuing on they wouldn’t be laughing for long.

"Then and this is where I wanted to take his fuckin head off he said that's right I forgot you only date cheap whores."

"He said what?!"

Dean bellows rage covering his face as I nod my head anger crossing the faces of his shield brothers.

"He's a dead man did you beat the shit out of him?"

"I started too but they managed to separate us but don't worry I got a match with him thanks to Hunter and it's a no disqualification match."

"We want to be out there nobody talks about or calls my sister shit like that."

"That's what I was hoping for."

"We'll be more than willing to stand ringside to keep him from getting away or anyone coming to save him. She's Dean's sister which automatically makes her family and one thing you don't do is mess with our girl."

Roman says the other two nodding in agreement I tell them to follow me to my locker room so we can discuss a few things I wanted to happen.

"Before we go out there I want to thank you for sticking up for her."

"She's the love of my life I don't plan on ever letting someone disrespect her if they do I intend to make them pay."

Closing the door we start going over our strategies I planned on addressing Baron before he came out so the WWE universe would know why I was beating the shit out of him. A tap on the locker door tells us it's time to head out grabbing my jacket I pull it on heading out and down the ramp. Doing my entrance I make my way to the middle of the ring grabbing a microphone waiting for the crowd to be silent.

"I hadn't planned on a match like this tonight but some people in the back don't know when to shut up. One sure-fire way ta piss me off is to disrespect my girlfriend and Corbin you sure as hell achieved that tonight. Talking about how you could and parents you'll want to cover your children's ears but talking about how she would be much better in your bed than mine and then calling her a cheap whore. That isn't something I take lightly so get your bald ass out here so I can smear you across this ring."

His music starts and I glare as he walks smugly down the ramp tossing my jacket to the side I watch as he gets in the ring. Motioning for a microphone he chuckles shaking his head before saying my name.

"Finn Finn Finn it's always entertaining watching you talk and act tough but we both know I can kick your ass in and out of the ring."

"You're one to talk about acting tough when everyone knows how you run scared every time someone comes after you. But this time you screwed up really bad because not only did ya talk about my girl but ya also talked shit about someone's little sister, or should I say, three peoples, little sister."

The Shield's music starts playing and I can't help but smirk as his face pales his eyes quickly scanning the crowd. They make their way down the steps quickly circling the ring before slipping inside Dean nearly foaming at the mouth.

"These three came out to make sure you don't try to escape or have anyone to help ya.”

Tossing my mic out I stand as we wait for them to slide out the three of them circling the ring like vultures. After a moment the bell rings and I go straight in with a right hook to the face running across the ring I clothesline him. Doing a sling blade I toss him around the ring every time he manages to slide out one of the guys punches him then shoved him back inside.

"Corbin is barely able to stand let alone continue to fend off Balor."

"Well, Michael, this is a side of Finn we haven't seen before you can't blame him tho the things Corbin said were terrible."

Watching as his face smashes into the turnbuckle I get on the top rope doing the coupe de grace and pinning him for a three count.

"Ladies and gentlemen your winner Finn Balor!”

The crowd cheer as Dean climbs into the ring with Roman and Seth behind him grins on their faces as they look down at Corbin. We watch as he staggers to his feet Dean delivering a dirty deed the anger on his face still clear. Referees come out trying to keep Dean from getting any closer myself Seth and Roman letting him be. Corbin was getting what was coming to him and we weren't going to stand in the way. Scaring the refs out of the ring Dean picks Baron up throwing him into the ropes as more people come down followed by Stephanie.

"Dean that's enough I think he's learned his lesson he needs medical attention."

Sending Stephanie a glare he grabs Baron for another dirty deed and Stephanie steps forward.

"I mean it, Dean, if you deed him again I'm going to suspend you for thirty days."

When (y/n)'s music hits we all turn our attention to the ramp as the crowd cheers loudly for her. Walking to the ring she calls out to Dean with a concerned expression holding the ropes for her I take her hand in mine as she reaches her free one out for his.

"Come on D he's not worth it anymore."

With a mutter under his breath, Dean releases Baron watching as he drops to the floor brushing his hand against her cheek he slides out of the ring with Seth and Roman following behind him after kissing the top of her head. Shooting a final glare at Baron I help (y/n) out wrapping my arm around her waist as we head backstage.

"Why did you come out and stop Dean?"

"Because I know my brother and he wouldn't care what Steph said he'd keep beating the shit out of him until he was satisfied. Baron isn't worth losing his job or ending up in jail as much as I appreciate you all sticking up for me he's not worth it."

"Well, baby like Roman said earlier nobody messes with our girl and gets away with it."

Pressing a kiss to her lips we head to the locker room so we could get changed and head out with the guys for some food.

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[jxffhxrdy]

RAW 5/19/2020

Wassup everyone. Back again with opinions that you didn’t ask for on Monday Night RAW tonight 5/19/2020. I am not related to WWE in any capacity, so what I say is not bible. 

The show in general tonight? Sucked. I’m sorry, but it really did. You’d peaked my interest with a Drew/Corbin fight, because I think Drew is the most talented big guy on RAW and Corbin is the best heel on Smackdown. But even THAT let me down. Alright, let us discuss, shall we?

♡Edge Accepts Randy Orton’s Challenge (-)

I mean, duh. God, I am so bored with this. WWE, I played your little game and allowed it with Wrestlemania, since Edge had just come back and let’s face it- I am a big ol’ fan of Adam Copeland. But this is just overworked, overdone, overpromoed, just... over everything. And calling this “the greatest match ever?” Really? In an empty arena and no fans, no pop, no nothing? Please WWE. Chill with that. It just makes me cringe. I could easily list 10 matches of both of theirs that are undoubtedly going to be better than this match. Minus.

♡Murphy vs. Humberto (-)

Jesus christ. I’m sorry, but you cannot take someone who was literally a jobber last week to trying to take on the biggest tag team on RAW. You just can’t do that. You just sent Humberto to the slaughterhouse because you wanted a hispanic wrestler to stand up for a hispanic wrestler. Let’s be real. Now, if Aleister Black had come out for a little pre-match tussle, it would’ve been more forgivable. But this was just random and boring.

♡Charlotte Flair (c) vs. Ruby Riott (-)

Honestly, forgot this match happened. CHARLOTTE FLAIR SHOULD NOT BE ON 3 SHOWS. I see so much of Charlotte Flair during the week that I literally do not care what she does anymore, because I know if she loses a match on Monday, I’ll see her fight on Wednesday and Friday again. Yes, I commend her for working like she does 3 days a week, that must be insane. But it is Charlotte City so much that all of her matches just run together. Give Rhea back the NXT belt, take her off Smackdown, and just keep her on Raw. Less is more here. Also... what is Ruby’s storyline? Redemption? Isn’t that Liv’s story? Like this match just made no sense for either character, unless they’re trying to make Charlotte seem like some tyrant and Ruby even more of a loser than she already is. Seriously, when was the last time that girl won a match? Please don’t turn even more of your female roster into jobbers for the 4HW. 

♡Whatever the Asuka thing was (?)

So it got leaked after Becky’s announcement last week that at MITB this year, we were supposed to get Nia Jax vs. Becky, with Nia taking home the belt. But with her sudden pregnancy and Nia not being the most well liked woman on the roster, they figured giving the belt to Asuka was the safest option. Which, yes, that is correct. I get Asuka and Kairi are cute lil weirdos and they play their parts well, but this was a very weird start to the Asuka/Nia feud. It was just kinda sped through and all over the place. However, I did enjoy including Kairi. I am terrified of them splitting up the Kabuki Warriors. I just don’t really know how I feel. 

♡R-Truth vs. Bobby Lashley (-)

The only positive out of this is I absolutely adore R-Truth. He is so damn funny (until he puts those damn teeth in) and I cannot wait to see how he gets Gronk. On the other end with Bobby.... I just really don’t care? I mean, 3 weeks ago, we saw the man flip a tire. Like, that was a whole segment. And if you want Bobby to seem like the biggest badass, why oh why would you put him with Truth? Why wouldn’t you have a Jinder Mahal vs. Bobby Lashley for top contender spot? That would be FAR more entertaining then watching Lashley put the beating on Truth every week. MVP is settling quite nicely into the manager position though.

♡Women’s Tag Team Championship (A BIG -)

I AM FURIOUS. ABOUT THIS MATCH. FIRST OF ALL. Fuck WWE for ending it on a DQ, because if it were a male match, it would’ve been completely fine and not mentioned. I am very very tired with womens’ wrestling in WWE being so quick to DQ. Second, why would you have an ACTUAL tag team lose to this awful combo? Put Nikki back in NXT with Sanity; you can’t deny that would bring BIG interest into NXT. Alexa... I don’t know. She has a horrible mean girl thing about her that I can’t take any of her feuds seriously because she reminds me of high school. I truthfully don’t see her in the title picture, especially not with the likes of Nia and Asuka, But you know who she would absolutely kill with? Zelina fucking Vega. Ruby, maybe? Liv even? The combo with Nikki and Alexa is just so awkward and I’m over it. The IIconics are annoying- BUT THEY ARE SUPPOSED TO BE. You can tell they are best friends and have the best chemistry in and out of the ring. They are so entertaining and a genuinely good team. Please. 

♡Shayna Bazler vs. Natalya (-)

Natalya deserves better than a year of losses. That’s all I am going to say about this match. Shayna is very talented and will do very well in the current main title picture.

♡Owens/Crews vs. Andrade/Garza (+) (MVP)

I actually liked this match! Kevin Owens is the fuckin’ man. He is so talented, he’s amazing on the mic, and honestly- he is what kept this episode afloat for me tonight. Plus getting Crews back was amazing; he is the most underused talent on the Raw roster. I enjoyed getting a taste of the Andrade/Garza tag team that’s been rumored for a while and I think once Andrade loses the belt (which is undoubtedly coming shortly), I’d love to see them do some stuff with Street Profits. Or even Mysterio/Black if we get that tag team. I would absolutely love to see Crews get that belt next week, it is time for him to. If he does get it and they’re going the McIntyre/Lashley route they seem to be going on- maybe pair Crews with Jinder? Shelton or Titus maybe? I think that would be great. A lot of potential here. MVP of the night!

♡Murphy vs. Aleister Black and randomly austin theory and seth rollins (?)

So, everyone knows I love me some Aleister Black. I think the man is insanely talented and should be in a title picture ASAP. And honestly, I’m a fan of Murphy too! I think the two of these men have great in-ring chemistry and I enjoy watching them fight. The reason this match is getting a question mark is... Austin Theory? Really? So, I know Theory was kinda brought up to give Angel Garza something to do while Andrade was out on probation, but why on God’s green earth are you going to put him with Seth and Murphy? I was hoping after the split of Zelina’s group, he would go back to NXT and maybe work with Undisputed Era or Cameron Grimes. I also know he’s not been moved from the NXT page on the WWE website to RAW yet. But if you’re planting the seed of him “following” Seth, then when are you going to make that pull official? Should they? No. Theory is not ready yet. He doesn’t have a distinct ring persona yet. Out of the three, Andrade is the cocky workhorse, Garza is the flirty ladies man, and Austin is... there. Send him back and if you want to fill your roster, pull someone who could make some good ass TV (Damien Priest with Aleister Black, thank you). 

♡Axe Throwing (+)

Scrolling on Twitter, it seems to be that a lot of people cannot stand the random competitions between the Street Profits and Viking Raiders, but honestly? I’m a fan! With the empty arena era, all of WWE’s matches are just grunts and ring slaps. Long matches become literally miserable to watch (ie. Orton vs. Edge at Wrestlemania 36). Having these random cutaways, while aren’t wrestling, is something different from the usual. And frankly, I’d rather see this than most of the other matches I sat through tonight. I don’t want to see the Street Profits lose their belts just yet, I absolutely adore them, but I think these cutaways are setting up a really fun feud. 

♡Drew McIntyre (c) vs. Baron Corbin (-)

Drew wins, fucking obviously. Did people REALLY think Corbin was going to win here? Against Drew, who is literally a tank? No ma’am, not a chance. This was kind of a throw away match just to set up the feud with Drew & Lashley... yawn. MVP is the best part of Bobby Lashley right now. I just love Drew McIntyre so much, I never want him to lose the belt ever. Bobby vs. Drew at Backlash, most likely. Whatever man. 

♡General Thoughts

~Please just never let Lana speak anymore. No promos anymore from Lana.  ~More Kevin Owens. More Aleister Black. Yes. ~Where the FUCK is Cedric Alexander and Ricochet? Please bring them back, WWE. Please stop destroying legitimately good tag teams.  ~Lana Never Speak Again 2020 campaign. 

Thanks for reading my rambles and I’ll be back on Wednesday for AEW thoughts. <3 

#wwe #wwe raw #monday night raw #raw #mythoughts

[luminouswhump]

Unconventional career paths #2

Part One Here

cw for a slight mention of blood, nothing bad but just to be safe

Just when he thought he was safe, he saw a flash of metal and felt a cold blade across his neck. “Where do you think you’re going? Snooping around the castle like that?” said a voice that bore no signs of being understanding, no matter what Viresse’s answer would be.

“Am I right in assuming that you would not believe me if I said I just rescued your darling prince from certain death?” Viresse inched away from the sword at his throat, no doubt that those in the royal guard made sure their weapons were nice and sharp and ready to cut the throats of people like Viresse. The guards in question responded by politely yanking the elf up by his neatly braided hair. Viresse grunted in surprise and pain, earning him a laugh from the guard whose sword was still at his throat. “You would be correct indeed.” And with that he got roughly forced to his feet and dragged into the palace.

A secind guard took away his bow, dagger and bag. “No! Give those back to me!” Viresse struggled in the strong grip of a guard as he watched his most priced possessions being taken away from him. “Those are mine, you have no right to take them you bastards!” He lurged forward, hoping to break free from the hold, which failed. Instead, he got roughly forced to his knees again. “We have every right, you’re a prisoner now, you own nothing, are nothing and will get nothing unless it so pleases a royal. You should be glad we did not cut off your hand when we found you, and we still might do that right here and now. Do you understand?” He didn’t detect any lies in the statement, which scared him. The elf nodded and his involuntary tour of the palace dungeons continued>

Viresse never really expected to visit the royal palace, but he especially hated the way he was introduced to it at the moment. Guards had no sense of respect or politeness about them. Viresse had always been warned by the people in his village to stay away from royal guards, those red-cloaked bastards took pleasure in picking on the less fortunate. Unfortunately for Viresse, he belonged to that category and had been found in an area of the palace where he shouldn’t have been in the first place. He was dragged through long hallways, the dim light shed by the few torches present cast ominous looking shadows on the stone tunnels. Viresse was good at navigating through the dense woods of the kingdom, he was afraid he could not say the same about the underground dungeons of the royal palace. The tunnels seemed to go on forever, their footsteps and sounds of scared and uncomfortable prisoners echoing around him. The guards finally stopped in front of an empty cell, opened it and roughly shoved Viresse inside. He barely had enough time to catch himself as he fell onto the rough stone floor. Just as quickly as he’d been pushed, a guard was on him again, shackling his wrists to the wall. A well placed punch to the gut had Viresse crumpling to his knees, his arms stretched above him. He spat an elfish curse word at one of the guards. “Is this what I get as a thanks for saving your prince his ass?! Ask him! Check up on him right now! He’ll confirm it for you, you oaf!” Despite being human,the guard spoke elfish. He had been on his way out but turned on his heels, drew his sword and placed it against Viresse’s throat. Viresse gulped at the malicious intent he could see in this man’s eyes. The guard grinned, sending a shiver down the elf’s spine.

“Listen here you pointy eared little shit, I don’t care who you think you are or who you might have saved. Nobody is going to bother prince A'elin about you. You’re simply not worth the trouble. I’d suggest you quickly learn to shut up unless spoken to and learn to take orders. It’d be in your best interest, trust me.” He dragged his sword across Viresse’s cheek, leaving a bleeding gash. Viresse closed his eyes and breathed heavily, hissing in pain but managing to not make a sound. The guard patted his cheek in something that could have been a friendly gesture but definitely wasn’t. Viresse jerked his head away, glaring at the human. “Now I’d sit tight if I were you, and get ready to confess your crimes.” The guard stood up and promptly left the cell, laughing with the others as if Viresse’s imprisonment were an hilarious joke.

As soon as the echoing footsteps were no longer audible, Viresse began to pull on the chains, frustration finally overflowing inside him. He exclaimed in anger at how weak he felt. He never should have helped that stupid prince. The sounds of clanging metal filled his cell, but all he ended up with were strained muscles. He let his head slump, the cut on his cheek throbbing. Viresse couldn’t stand feeling trapped, especially if it was unjust. What he wouldn’t give to shoot those asshole guards in the leg… They’d taken his bow, his bag and his dagger, he felt naked without those. Hours passed and Viresse could feel his limbs start to ache from the position he was in. At one point he must have dozed off since he found himself startled awake at the sound of his cell door being opened. A hooded figure entered his cell, closing the door behind him and approaching Viresse without saying a word. The figure leaned downwards, his face illuminated by a ray if moonlight. Viresse’s heart started racing at the sight. Their face was unnaturally pale, almost translucent, covered in scar tissue on one side, the eyes seemed to be void of irises instead they were completely black. The creature smiled and Viresse could swear he could see sharp teeth and an oddly coloured tongue. The fugure pushed back the hood that had covered their face, revealing a set of horns which curled along their scalp before ending in a point that pointed upwards. Viresse tried to jump backwards but couldn’t, stopped by the hard, cold, stone wall behind him. “Wha-what are you and and what do you want from me?!” There was no point in trying to hide his fear, he knew that much. The creature didn’t answer, they merely reached out to Viresses face with clawed hands. Viresse started to panic “no no no no, stay away!” he struggled against his chains but to no avail. The sharp looking nails grazed Viresse’s face, who was unable to turn his head away. The creature ran their nails across his face and shivers ran their way across Viresse’s entire body. Viresse screamed as suddenly the creature grabbed his head in both hands and started to chant in a language he didn’t speak. “No! Let go of me you horned fucker!” Viresse thrashed, desperate wanting to get away from whatever it was that was in front of him.

Suddenly pain exploded across his head, washing over him through the hands of the demon, he thought now it must be a demon. Viresse screamed in pain, his voice bouncing off of the stone walls of his prison. He tried desperately to free himself but couldn’t get away from the burning hands that clasped his head. “Please!” He managed to croak out through gritted teeth. “Let me go! I did nothing to deserve this please!” His begging fell on deaf ears, the pain increased and Viresse couldn’t help but let out a howl of pain. “What do you want?! Fuck!” A raspy voice boomed through the room, seeming to eminate from nowhere. “You are being judged for your crimes, we are searching your mind for your past failures, I am afraid there are quite many.” Viresse saw memories flash before his eyes. His best friend Yorik and him throwing pebbles from trees at unsuspecting guards, Viresse stealing a loaf of bread for his sick grandfather, his mother hurrying him away from a group of guards that appeared around the corner. His father and mother discussing in hushed voices how they were going to cover taxes. His grandmother telling him stories about the old days when a just and righteous queen ruled the lands. People of noble descent laughing and pointing at Viresse as he helped his father push an old cart with what little harvest they had left to the market. It then shifted to scenes that Viresse hadn’t been a part of.Yorik’s sister being surrounded by humans of noble descent, Yorik sprinting desperately towards them, trying to drag the humans away from his crying little sister. Yorik dragged away by guards, covered in dirt. But his sister was safe. Yorik in meetings with shady figures, hunched over maps. Cloaked figures sprinting through the night, leaving an estate with bloodied knives. Yorik carried away in chains, hands blood which Viresse somehow knew belonged to some royal offical. The scenes shifted once more, to a letter in Yorik’s handwriting, he couldn’t make out what it said but it had been addressed to Viresse. The voice once more filled the room. “You have been found guilty for aiding and conspiring with a member of an illegal assassin’s guild. For this you will be punished.” Viresse’s life had been tainted by the injustice caused by royal rule and now it appeared they saw fit to torture him for that. The pain increased, spreading throughout his body, he wanted to run, to be anywhere but here. He could hear someone screaming in agony before realizing that it was his own voice. He tried to reason with the creature, to tell them that they had it wrong, he’d never wanted Yorik to do what he’d done, he just wanted to be left alone, he just wanted to go home. The pain stopped suddenly, the creature stood up and left, leaving Viresse gasping for breath in his chains, arms outstretched above his head, blood slowly leaking from his nose, his vision swimming and his entire body drained and exhausted.

They couldn’t do this to him, he wasn’t part of the assassin’s guild, he had never killed anyone! A'elin would have to safe him, the prince had to. Please.

#unconventional career paths #viresse #elf #whump #oc whump #oc writing #fantasy writing #world building #caretaker whump #sorta #viresse saved aelins ass? does that count lol #chained up #prisoner #imprisoned #torture #magic torture #got more backstory than i was planning on but ey it just happened and i went with it #tw blood #a bit #whumpee #my writing

[reignmyworld]

Why can’t you just admit that you care about her?! - Roman Reigns x Reader

Summary: As Nia wants to throw a Halloween party in the house the both of you live in, you decide to help prepare it just like Seth, Dean and Roman do. For your friends it’s no big secret that you and the Samoan like each other more than friends actually do, although both of you always decline when being confronted with it. As a lot of guys start flirting with you during the party, Roman’s temper has the worst of him, causing you to confront him with regard to his behavior. Sooner than later the both of you have to play with open cards.

Warning: jealousy, smut, fluff

Pairing: Roman Reigns x Reader

Note: This one was requested by @iwritewwe . I’m so sorry that it took so long, but hey, at least it was ready in time for Halloween. ^^ I hope you enjoy it nevertheless and whoever is reading that story, please feel free to pick another costume according to your liking. I just thought that it was fitting when I wrote that one shot.

Request: Okay so Roman and the reader like each other and everyone knows it so the readers best friend (Nia Jax) and Seth and dean throw this party and well Roman gets jealous cause the reader wears a sexy dress and all the guys flirt with her and Roman does something and they end up fucking and confusing their love for each other you can make it a part thing lol

Tag List: @iwritewwe @trixdeee @calwitch @alexisbagans143 @the-queens-reign @mermaid-at-heart @taryndibiase @kingslayers-reign @scuzmunkie @vebner37 

„I still can’t believe how much food you guys have bought. I mean, I know that there are quite some people around but this much? Seriously?“ ,you wanted to know as you took a closer look at all of the dishes and bowls, that had been prepared already. Nia was just shrugging her shoulders, answering: „You know what they always say… Go big or go home.“ You shook your head. You knew that your best friend and the person, you shared the house with, was a party animal and you were quite aware that you had to expect something like that when you agreed that she could invite your mutual colleagues and friends over, but that didn’t mean that you were prepared for that. 

„Come on Y/N, don’t be like that. It’s Halloween. You need to celebrate it in style.“, Seth winked at you as he carried in a barrel of beer. „Yeah I’m aware of that, but I wasn’t aware that Nia knew whole Florida.“, you laughed, still shaking your head in disbelief. „It’s going to be fun, we’ll gonna party like tomorrow is the end of the world.“, Dean snickered as he placed all kinds of alcohol on the table in front of you. „Obviously you’re not really helping to calm her nerves, uce.“, Roman laughed as he smacked Dean on the head, before he nudged your side, winking at you, stating: „Just relax Y/N. I’m pretty sure it’s not going to be as bad as it seems now. Besides that, you can always call the cops and have it ended.“ 

„Oh my god Ro, don’t give her ideas.“ , Nia laughed before she looked at you with big eyes, promising you: „I know that you are not a huge fan of those big parties and therefore I really appreciate it even more that you were content with me inviting all of those people. I really promise you that it won’t be too much and that it won’t go until the morning hours. Besides that, you know the majority of the people that’s coming over, so it’s not like it’s unfamiliar faces. I promise to be forever grateful and to fulfill one of your wishes, whatever that would be.“ You couldn’t help but give her a sly smirk as the Samoan placed an arm around his cousin’s shoulder, stating rather amused: „I guess you just dug your own grave, Nia. That’s her usual look whenever she is ready to kick your butt.“ You had to laugh out loud while Nia wanted to know: „How would you know, Ro?“ He shrugged his shoulders rather amused as he explained: „Well I saw her whooping ass in the ring during our Shield days.“ 

„Yeah and I can assure you, she really knows how to whoop ass.“, Dean and Seth laughed as well as they followed the conversation. You had to laugh along. You really adored your friends and although you were not a huge fan of big parties like that, you were sure that you would nevertheless have a great time. And if it was really too much for you, you would still have the chance of heading to your room in order to lock the world out or to call the cops like Roman had suggested. On the other hand… well what should you say; you just loved Halloween. So having a party at your own house could be fun. You just hoped that having so many people over wouldn’t give you too much of an anxiety. 

It took you all another hour to prepare everything for Nia’s Halloween bash, but once you were done, the bunch of you were pretty pleased with yourselves as to what you had prepared in advance. You took a look around and were almost overwhelmed by how different your house looked now. You had prepared spider webs in all possible corners, there were different items usually belonging to the Wicca cult, grim reapers and skeletons helped to make the different rooms look spooky. All in all it was the perfect spooky setting for an amazing Halloween party. Seeing what the five of you had created made you slightly proud.  „Thank you so much for helping guys. Without you we would have never been able to prepare all of that.“, Nia said happily with Dean - well being Dean - answering: „ No problem. But hey, what’s in for us?“ You laughed as you replied: „As much beer as you can possibly drink.“ Dean thought about it for a second before he nodded his head in agreement: „Yeah sounds like a valid payment to me.“ 

„The same goes for you.“, you winked at Seth and Roman, causing them to laugh out loud. For a second you thought that you saw a certain spark in the Samoan’s eyes but it vanished as fast as it had come, hence why you just shrugged it off. „Oh god I need to get ready.“ ,Nia suddenly exclaimed, slight panic written over her face. You glanced at the next best clock as you crooked an eyebrow, wanting to know: „Nia, you are aware that you have a little more than three hours left until your party starts right? What the hell do you want to work on for three damn hours? If you’ll calculate one it should be enough.“ Your best friend was looking at you as if you had lost your mind as she already started listing all the things, she had to do while mentioning that three hours certainly is no time for that. Somewhere in the middle of her explanation you interrupted her, saying: „Wow okay I got it. I wasn’t aware that you would have to redefine yourself anew, Halloween or not. Just save me the last 30 minutes in the bathroom to get ready and I’ll be good.“ 

You heard the guys chuckle as Seth exclaimed: „Gentlemen, I present to you the difference between Y/N and every other woman.“ You rolled your eyes at one of your best friends as you wanted to know: „What does that mean now?“ with Seth shrugging his shoulders explaining: „Well, apparently any other woman needs hours in the bathroom while you are done in 30 minutes, probably not caring too much about whether you have a perfect look or not.“ You knew that he was joking and you couldn’t help but laugh as you answered: „Sweetheart, perfection neither needs a lot of time nor a lot of effort to be worked on. I can assure you that I’m looking stunning in just 30 minutes and that I’m making your jaw drop once you laid your eyes on me.“ Seth laughed out loud as well as he replied: „I have no doubts about that, doll.“ You knew that all of this back and forth was just fun and games, even when Roman added: „Probably the most stunning of all. Guys, I bet it’s our task tonight to keep everyone away from Y/N.“ 

„Every male creature you mean.“ ,Dean mentioned as blunt as ever, making you laugh out loud, causing Roman to roll his eyes, although you were sure that you had seen a look of determination on his face before. You were chatting for a little more until the guys decided to head home for a short shower and to get dressed accordingly as well before they would return just in time for the beginning of the party, giving you and Nia time to get ready as well. 

As she was heading upstairs, she turned around looking at you before you could vanish into the living room. „He likes you, you know?“, she started with you looking at her in confusion, wanting to know: „Who likes me?“ 

„My cousin, who else?“, she chuckled as you shrugged your shoulders, stating: „Yeah I like him too. He's my friend, just like a lot of the other peeps at WWE.“ Nia was rolling her eyes harder than you had ever seen her do so before as she added: „Oh come on Y/N, I don’t mean it like that. He has the hots for you, it’s pretty obvious.“ You looked at her as if she had lost her mind before you laughed out loud. It took you some time to somehow calm down before you replied: "Oh come on, Nia. He's my friend but that's about it. I'm pretty sure that I would have noticed if there was something else to it." 

"Really?", she raised an eyebrow before she added: "Y/N, basically everyone around knows that you like each other, it's pretty obvious." 

"Of course, as I said we are friends. Would be terrible if we didn't like each other." 

"Y/N...", Nia started before you interrupted her: "No seriously Nia, I don't think that there is more to discuss about. As I said, of course I like him since he is my friend but that's it and I'm sure that it's the same for him. You should probably just go and get ready. I mean, you don't want to be late for your own party, do you?" You winked at her as she threw her arms up in defeat before she said amused: "In the end you will tell me that I was right." 

"Yeah dream on.", you laughed as your best friend was heading for the bathroom while you sat down on the couch, shaking your head in amusement. As if Roman would see you as anything else than one of his many friends... And you? Well, of course, you were drawn to him although you would never tell him. After all, he was the embodiment of anything you looked for in a guy; he was charming, funny, intelligent, had a heart of gold and nevertheless knew how to fight like a lion for what he believed in. And he had no problem with standing his ground. Who in their right mind wouldn't be drawn to a man like that? And you were quite aware that the one or the other of your colleagues at WWE shared that opinion as you had noticed quite a few of them trying their luck with him, although he politely but determined refused any of their advances. You were thinking about that for quite some time before you pushed your thoughts aside, grabbing the book you were currently reading and dipped into a different world while you waited for Nia to be done. 

You had no idea how long you had been reading until your best friend was coming down the stairs again, saying: "I'm done. How do I look?" You turned round and your jaw instantly dropped. Nia looked absolutely stunning, her costume being on point. "Like the gorgeous witch that you are.", you winked at her as you were getting up, glancing at the clock and realizing that you indeed only had 30 minutes left until the Halloween bash would officially start. "I think I should get ready as well", you grinned at her with Nia smiling at you, saying: "Probably. Or you can just go naked. I'm pretty sure that would draw some attention to you." 

"Not the attention, that I would like to get.", you laughed out loud, passing your friend and heading upstairs before you vanished into the bathroom. Since you had washed your hair in the morning already, it was more of a "showering fast, applying some make up, nothing too overwhelming" kind of preparation to go with one of the costume you had thought of in advance but haven’t decided on as of now. And yes, you knew that you should probably make up your mind sooner than later. When you had 10 minutes left you headed for your room in order to pick out a dress for the occasion. You were more of the "dress casual" kind of woman. but that didn't mean that you hadn't a nice collection of outfits for special occasions, be it red carpets, birthday parties or Halloween ones. You knew that time was running while you still tried to choose what you would wear for the occasion. In the end you chose a beautiful black dress, that looked classy yet sexy at the same time and that would perfectly do in order to go as a less creepy, yet sexier version of Wednesday Addams. Since you knew your friends, you knew how some of them dressed up for certain occasions, so you thought that you wouldn't go wrong with your choice as you knew that they would tend to go way over the top. You jumped into the dress and checked your image in the mirror one last time, nodding satisfied. 

Just as you decided that you were ready to go, you could not only hear the doorbell but also some voices as Nia was welcoming her first guests. You grabbed the necklace holding the key to your room, leaving your four walls shortly after and locking the door behind you before you put the necklace around your neck. Not that you were afraid of your friends stealing or something like that but you rather not find them drunk in your room, puking the alcohol out, that they had drank too much before, just because they confused your room with the toilet in their state of mind. You knew that it had happened during another occasion at Dean's house and you were rather safe than sorry. Besides that, it looked rather like a cute little accessories than the actual key, so you had no shame running around with it hanging around your neck. 

As you reached the door you saw that Nia had already welcomed Alexa, Sasha, Bailey, Elias, Bray and a lot of other people, that were welcoming you quite alike. Their costumes were simply awesome and you spotted all kinds of creepy and sexy characters. Alexa decided to show up as Harley Quinn, Elias gave his best Elvis impression, Bray stuck close to his usual in ring character while Sasha and Bailey decided to dress up as two characters from Sailor Moon. All in all you were extremely amused by all of their different outfits and even more by their creativity. You always thought that it was pretty entertaining that a lot of the WWE fandom believed in kayfabe and therefore was of the opinion that you guys didn’t get along off camera. Of course, there were some you considered friends and some that you only considered colleagues but the truth was, that the majority of you were pretty good friends in real life, having each other’s backs no matter what. 

The house was filling up pretty fast with all of your friends, being absolutely overwhelmed with the spooky Halloween setting you had created for the party and you were exchanging a few words here and there before you joined Dean's, Seth's and Roman's conversation as you always felt comfortable in their presence. „How are you holding up Y/N?“, Seth wanted to know as he still had your conversation from the early afternoon in the back of his head. You smiled at him, saying: „Pretty good until now. It’s not too crowded yet and if I’m not mistaken anyone Nia had invited is already here, so I should be good.“ Before Seth had the chance to answer, Dean was jumping into the conversation as he was eyeing you from head to toe, letting out a low whistle, stating: „Wow Y/N, you look smoking. You know, if you weren’t like a sister to me, I would totally hit on you right now.“ You had to laugh out loud at his blunt words, replying: „Thank you Deano, I guess I take that as a compliment.“ Dean was nodding, rather pleased with himself, as Seth was just shaking his head and Roman was shooting him a glare, that would have caused every other guy to leave right away. You took a closer look at your friends, shaking your head on the inside due to their outfit choice. Except for Seth, that turned up dressed as a pirate, neither Dean nor Roman put too much effort in their costumes as they basically just looked like their regular selves, except they threw on their leather jackets. „You’re good, Ro? You look as if you’re ready to murder someone.“ , you looked at the Samoan with a crooked eyebrow as he was staring down Dean, making the impression as if his Shield brother had caused a capital crime. „I’m good“, he just groaned without looking at you and you decided to label that as weird behavior and just shrug it off. You knew that he could be in a strange mood from one moment to the next and you somehow were already used to it, so that you didn’t pay too much attention to it. You chatted a little more with your friends, finding out that Roman’s costume should be a modern day James Dean while Dean dressed up as Danny Zuko from Grease, before you excused yourself in order to share a few words with some other people you were close to at WWE. 

As soon as you moved on Seth was turning to Roman, stating: „Seriously, man, just tell her." 

„Tell her what?“, Roman wanted to know, locking eyes with Seth. The younger man took a deep breath before he answered: „Tell her that you like her in more way than just the „we’re friends“ scenario. It’s pretty obvious and things between the both of you will probably never change if you don’t tell her. Why can’t you just admit that you care about her?!“ Roman shot him an icy look as he groaned: „I have no idea what the hell you are talking about.“ Dean decided to answer in Seth’s place and he also decided to do it less diplomatically as his Shield comrade probably would have done. „Come on Ro, Seth is right. Do you really think that we haven’t noticed that you’re basically eye fucking her whenever you see her? It’s pretty obvious that you want her and that you have fallen for her. You’re a grown guy for fuck’s sake, act like it. And if you don’t, who knows? Maybe I will.“, Dean smirked as he knew quite well that he was getting under Roman’s skin that way. Roman looked as if he was ready to whoop Dean’s ass right then and there as he muttered: „Don’t you dare to tell me what I have and what I haven’t, what I should do and what I shouldn’t do. And stop pretending to know that I would feel more for her, that goes for both of you. You have no idea how stupid that sounds. She’s my friend and that’s it.“ 

Dean was just shrugging his shoulders as he replied: „In that case it shouldn’t be any problem for you that basically everyone around here is hollering at her, trying to get under her skirt. And by the looks of it, Elias seems to be on a pretty good way of being successful.“ Roman was spinning around, looking into the direction Dean was pointing to as he saw how you were laughing at a probably dumb joke Elias made while he was leaning closer to you, whispering something into your ear, making you laugh out loud even harder. Roman was clenching his fists immediately as he heard Dean’s amused voice stating: „Yeah you obviously aren’t into her at all.“ 

„Just shut it“, was all the Samoan had to say before he vanished into the crowd, leaving his friends where they were standing. Seth and Dean exchanged a look, half amused, half concerned as Seth wanted to know: „Do you think we should inform Vince that he needs a new heel for the upcoming shows?“ Dean laughed out loud as he answered: „I’m pretty sure he will be fine. Not being into her and not wanting her, my ass. Even I get all hot and bothered when I see him staring at her and I’m not even swinging that way. But who can blame him though? Y/N is indeed smoking.“ 

„Don’t let him hear that again.“, Seth chuckled before he and Dean decided to head towards their friends, talking with them about the most random stuff, they could think of. 

You were listening to one of the encounters with a fan Elias told you about and you were already in tears. The man had a comical talent when it came to storytelling and you just couldn’t help but imagine the whole situation. „Oh my god, I would really feel sorry for her if it wasn’t that funny.“, you laughed with Elias chuckling as he said: „Yeah can you imagine how hard it was to stay serious? I can only imagine how terrible she must have felt.“ 

„Do you mind if I join your conversation?“, you suddenly heard the deep voice of Roman. You smiled at him, saying: „Not at all“ before you continued your conversation with Elias, who didn't seem to mind either. You were chatting away, noticing that the Samoan next to you was extremely silent, but since you had noticed his mood swing before, you didn’t think too much of it. When Elias complimented you on your look, saying: „Y/N you look fantastic today. Wednesday Addams had never looked as hot before“, you heard Roman growl: „She looks as fantastic as ever.“ You and Elias were both looking at him in surprise as Elias answered: „Of course she does, I didn’t mean it like that. I just wanted to say that she looks stunning in that dress, because you really do Y/N.“ You smiled at him as you answered: „Don’t worry, I haven’t taken it the wrong way and thank you for the compliment, I really appreciate it.“ 

„If I didn’t know you, I would probably try to get your number and ask you for a date.“, Elias winked at you and you could tell that he was joking, but Roman didn’t seem to be in the mood to appreciate a joke as he mumbled: „I highly doubt that Y/N would feel the need to go out with you.“ Elias, who was actually a pretty close friend of Roman, looked at him with a crooked eyebrow and you did so as well. What the hell was going on with the Samoan tonight? „Actually I probably would but thanks for making up my decision for me.“, you replied, way too surprised at his mood. You couldn’t even read his expression but you decided to shrug it off, focusing on your conversation with Elias once again. Roman stayed silent for the most part of it, just eyeing the both of you. You decided to grab something to drink and told the guys that you would be back in a few minutes. 

Just as you had left, Elias unknowingly told Roman the same thing Seth and Dean had done before as he said: „Ro, I know that it is none of my fucking business, but you should really tell her. I’m pretty sure that Y/N sees more in you too than just her friend.“ 

„What the hell is wrong with all of you? I’m not in love with her.“, Roman groaned with Elias sarcastically answering: „Of course not, and I’m actually a platinum selling musician ruling the billboard charts. Just give it up, Roman. The majority at WWE knows that you like her and not just as a friend. Just like the majority at WWE is aware that she probably sees more in you as well or do you really think that we are too blind to see how you are looking at Y/N when she’s not watching and how Y/N is looking at you when you aren’t aware that she looks at you?“ 

„Yeah whatever man.“, Roman groaned as Elias added: „Okay it’s your choice. But don’t complain afterwards if some more of us keep flirting with her, like Drew and Dolph over there.“ He didn’t even have to look to know that Roman was turning his attention into the direction Elias was pointing to, watching Drew and Dolph hit on you as you just shook your head amused. „Excuse me.“, Roman muttered as he moved over to where you, Drew and Dolph were standing, just to interrupt your conversation by saying: „I thought I would look after you. Couldn’t risk you getting lost on your way from getting a drink.“ 

„Too kind, but I’m fine. I just ran into those hilarious goofballs.“,you winked at him before you turned back to both men, saying: „Anyway thanks for the compliments, guys. I guess I haven’t heard as much of those like I did in the last thirty minutes and I really appreciate it.“ 

„Yeah that dress really looks banging on you.“, Dolph grinned, taking your hand, making you spin around as you laughed out loud. „How about you stop touching her?“, Roman groaned, staring the smaller man down, who just shrugged his shoulders. „Actually I have no intention to do so. I’m working on waking up next to her the next morning, what do you say Y/N?“, Dolph wanted to know, winking at you as you chuckled: „Only in your wildest dreams, Ziggler.“ You knew that it was all good fun and although you actually didn’t like being the center of attention, you kind of enjoyed the little back and forth between your friends and yourself. „I highly doubt that she would be desperate enough to take you to bed.“, Roman groaned and before you could say a word, Dolph obviously hit a soft spot as he answered: „Guess we’re sitting in the same boat then. Doesn’t seem like Y/N is desperate enough to invite you in either.“ 

You could see that Roman was boiling as he took a step towards Dolph, shoving him and towering over him as he muttered: „How about we talk about that outside and you let me put you in your place?“ You could feel that there was more attention on your group, that you wanted to, hence why you grabbed Roman’s arm, hissing: „You and me, we have to talk. So you better follow on my heels now or I’m personally throwing you out because I’m sick and tired of your mood. Do you understand that?“ You were shooting him a deathly glare and as you noticed that he wouldn’t answer, you repeated: „I asked you whether you understood that and I can assure you that I don’t like to be kept waiting.“  The Samoan almost pierced you with his stare but after all he was at least acknowledging your words by nodding shortly before he followed you up the stairs, ignoring everyone, that was staring at him, just like you did. 

Once you reached the first floor, you slipped out of your necklace, unlocking the door to your room with it, pushing the door open before you barked: „Get in there and don’t make me repeat myself once again.“ Roman didn’t even bother to answer as he was pushing past you, anger radiating from every inch as you were following him into your room, slamming the door behind you before you turned around, focusing on Roman as you angrily wanted to know: „What the fuck is your problem? It was such a nice evening and an even better Halloween party, that Nia put all her heart into,  and you have nothing better to do than spoil it by acting like a total asshole? Seriously, if that was my Halloween bash and if I were your cousin, I would kick your ass right back to Samoa. What the hell is wrong with you?“ He shot you a deathly glare as he groaned: „Nothing is wrong, everything is perfectly fine. You shouldn’t have your evening spoiled, so how about you go back down and let everyone down there holler and wolf whistle at you like they had done before? Maybe you should take a closer look to your closet first, there might be a dress, that’s even more revealing than the one you’re already wearing.“ You didn’t trust your ears as you were listening to what your friend was saying. You were slowly drawing nearer, wanting to know, your voice sounding more dangerous than ever before: „What have you just said? Did you really just call me a slut?“ 

„Don’t make a fool out of yourself, I have never said that.“ 

„Find yourself a dress, that’s even more revealing than the one you are wearing, sounds pretty much like that. I’m asking you once again. What’s wrong with you?“ 

„And I’m telling you once again that everything is fine.“ 

„Oh okay. If that’s the case, then you probably have no problem with either heading down again so you can enjoy yourself or heading home to cool off there, while I’m asking one of the guys down there to join me for the night. And I’m certainly not talking about practicing promos or discussing storylines.“, you snapped. Not that you really intended to, but if your were honest, Nia’s words stuck with you and you really wanted to figure out like that whether her cousin was feeling more for you than he wanted to admit. You didn’t have to wait long until you had your answer. „If you want me to beat them up, sure go ahead and do so, sweetheart.“, he snapped as you were crossing your arms in front of your chest, laughing out loud without sounding too amused. „My fucking god you are fucking jealous, aren’t you Ro?“ 

You expected him to deny it, expected him to tell you that you’re disillusioned, but he surprised you as he answered: „Damn right I am and you can’t even imagine how much.“ You crooked an eyebrow as you wanted to know: „Why the hell would you?“ You expected a half hearted explanation from him but what you didn’t expect was him pulling you closer, his lips crashing down on yours as he kissed you passionately. You were way too surprised to stop him and to be honest, his lips on yours felt way too good to push him away. So instead, you wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as you parted your lips, giving his tongue the entrance, it had been begging for. You almost immediately felt dizzy, your knees going weak as he was holding you in his arms, slowly backing you up against the door before he pressed his body against yours, so you were trapped between him and the door in your back. 

Roman was reaching out for your thighs, lifting you up so you could wrap your legs around his waist while his arms supported you. You could tell that he was searching for something on your sideboard next to the door but you couldn’t bother less. It didn't take you long until you heard the familiar sound of a door being locked hence why you broke the kiss, breathing hard, staring at his face. You could tell that his lips were swollen and red from your heated kiss and you were pretty sure that yours looked the same. Before you could ask the obvious question, Roman winked at you, mumbling: „I rather not be interrupted by one of Nia’s guests down there. Not when I’m intending to focus every bit of my attention pleasuring you. If that’s what you want as well, I mean.“ You couldn’t help but smile at the sudden insecurity he was looking at you with. You would have lied if you said that you didn’t want him as much as he obviously wanted you. And you were quite aware that you hadn’t been honest to Nia before. Whenever you saw the Samoan you couldn’t help but think how it felt feeling his weight on top of you while he was fucking you. And now you finally had the chance to find it out and you would be damned if you would back out now, would tell him to stop, would send him out of your room. Instead you increased the pressure of your legs around his waist, pulling his head closer as you whispered in his ear: „Fuck me, Ro. And you better do it good.“

„You don’t have to tell me that twice, baby girl.“, he groaned before capturing your lips in another passionate kiss, causing you to increase the pressure around his hips even more. You could tell that he was already hard for you, sending your imagination on a wild trip of its own already, making you feel hotter than you had done before. Whoever had seen you leave, would probably question themselves already what was going on, but you couldn’t care less. You locked eyes with him, drowning in those almost black pits while you eagerly awaited his next move. Much to your surprise he kissed you again, but with less passion this time, almost as if he was scared to overwhelm you with his cockiness, taking back on the pace a little bit as his lips were touching you in a sweet and gentle way, to which you responded equally like you did to his previous attack. When you broke apart after an eternity, both of you were slightly out of breath. 

Before you could say something, however, Roman was spinning you around, making his way to your bed. Once he reached it, he let go of you, so you could stand on the floor in front of it. Heat was radiating from you just like it was radiating from him as you ordered: „Get out off your clothes, rebel without a cause.“ You saw Roman’s usual sly smirk as he was hearing your movie reference, stripping down of his leather jacket just shortly after. Before he continued to get rid off the rest of his clothes, he was taking a step to you, invading your privacy before he groaned: „There’s only a certain amount of orders I’m willing to take, Y/N.“ His hot breath against your ear sent shivers down your spine as you replied: „Taking orders is the least you can do now to make up for the fact, that you have acted like the biggest jealous asshole on this goddamn planet.“ Best friend or not, you knew what he was capable of in the ring and you were pretty sure that he was able of that determination in private as well. You would have been damned if you weren’t curious to push his self control to the max. Roman, however, didn’t give you a chance to do so as his hands reached out to you, opening the zipper of your dress in one swift move before he pushed it down from your shoulders, tossing it to the floor. 

As you saw his crooked eyebrow, you couldn’t help but smirk as you said: „What? Underwear is way too overrated.“ You didn’t need to take a closer look at him to figure that your naked figure made him harder than he had been before and you would have lied if you said that you didn’t want to see him without any clothes covering him as soon as possible. You were reaching out for his head, pulling it down so your lips could crash onto his while your skilled fingers started opening his button down, causing Roman to slip out of it just seconds later. Roman broke the kiss, barking: „Get on the bed.“ with you replying amused: „I can’t remember that we have agreed on you ordering me around.“ 

„Baby girl, I’ve never been good with words, you know that. You wanted to know before whether I’m jealous and I have told you that I am. And you wanted to know why as I have no reason to be. Well I sure as hell have. And I’m determined to prove that to you. So get on the bed now and let me show you.“, Roman stated and you could see that he was absolutely serious. For a moment you hesitated before you did what you were told, lying down on your bed, capturing his sight in front of you. With one swift move he got rid off his pants, standing naked in front of your just seconds after. You always had imagined that he looked stunning under his clothes and you were not disappointed. As you were eying him from head to toe, you couldn’t help but bite your lip as you visioned his dick slowly gliding into you. Once again you saw that damn sly smirk on his lips as Roman wanted to know: „Do you like what you see, baby girl?“ 

„I can’t say that I don’t. But I rather find out whether I’m going to like what I’m imagining to feel once you sleep with me than just staring at your naked body.“, you replied before you added: „So are you going to stay there now or are you intending to join me?“ He didn’t care for an answer as he was crawling on top of you, kissing you passionately once again as soon as he had reached your lips and muttering once your kiss broke: „I’m still intending on fucking you, baby.“ Your fingernails were scratching over his defined back while his big hand started its journey over your body, cupping your breast and squeezing it tightly, causing you to moan out in pleasure. You could feel his boner against your thigh, shifting slightly under him to increase the sensation as you heard him groan. You had no idea whether he didn’t act on it as he wanted to give you the lead or whether he was too afraid to cross that border, that you were about to cross, and quite frankly you didn’t care. All you knew was that you were willing to take matters into your own hands. 

You made Roman look at you, placing a soft kiss on his lips before you whispered: „Whatever is holding you back, Ro, just push it aside. I still want it. If I’m honest with you, I have wanted it for a very long time.“ That was obviously all that Roman needed as he was capturing your lips in a longing kiss while his hand left your breasts, traveling down to your legs, spreading them so he could position himself between them, the tip of his dick pressing against your clit while doing so. Before you were fully able to enjoy the sensation he was offering, he was moving again, one of his long fingers suddenly circling your clit as you moaned out in pleasure, his kiss muffling your sound. Roman broke the kiss, locking eyes with you, groaning: „Moan for me, baby girl. I want you to moan and scream my name and I don’t care one bit whether our friends down at the party will hear us.“ 

„I promise that I will. But start fucking me already for fuck’s sake.“, you moaned. „Whatever you command, doll.“

You were more than aroused by now, his slow and agonizing movement of his finger on your bud almost driving you insane. „Oh fuck“, you exclaimed as you felt how Roman’s dick parted your wet folds, him pushing himself into you in the same slow and agonizing pace his finger was working on you with. He gave you time to adjust to his size before he completely pushed into you, causing you to moan out in pure pleasure as he was filling you completely. „You’re okay?“, Roman wanted to know, stopping in his tracks, studying your face. You smiled up at him as you whispered: „More than just okay.“

„You feel so goddamn amazing, Y/N.“, you could hear his deep voice as he was leaning down to you, kissing your lips again, drawing out the moment of you and him being united in such an intimate way for the first time. Slowly he started moving in and out of you, burying himself deeper into you with each thrust he was taking while his finger continued massaging your clit. You held on to his shoulders, moaning his name as he was gently fucking you, silencing every single second thought you might have had in advance. „Rough or gentle?“, he suddenly wanted to know, causing you to look at him in question as you wanted to know: „What?“ 

„Just pick one, rough or gentle?“ You had a fair thought of what he was talking about and since you were rather curious, you moaned: „Rough“ 

„I already thought so.“, he grinned down at you before his finger left your clit, his body not hovering above you anymore. Just a moment later he was pulling out of you. „What the hell are you doing?“, you wanted to know, having no idea what was going on. „Relax baby girl. I’m just acting on your wish.“ With that he kneeled down in front of you, grabbing your waist pulling you closer to his body before he grabbed your legs, lifting them in the angle he wanted to have them to give him easier access. You wanted to protest but before you could do so, Roman thrusted his hips forward, shoving himself roughly into you, causing you to cry out in pleasure. You were holding on to his arms while he was slamming into you, his low groans mixing with your screams, his dick never leaving you completely before he thrusted back into you again and again. „Fuck, Y/N. I’ve waited way too long for this.“, Roman breathed heavily. You were nodding in agreement as you didn’t really trust your voice. He let go of your legs, leaning down to you, letting his hands and mouth roam your body, driving you almost insane as he bit into the sensitive skin in the crook of your neck while pulling at your hair. You moaned out loud, your fingernails scratching over his back harder than they had before as he continued moving inside of you, pulling out and pushing back in in a rough mannerism, that you never imagined to enjoy so much. 

Just as you thought that you would have adjusted to his fast and rough movement completely, Roman slowed down, pushing as deeply into you as he could, before he slowly pulled back, repeating it again and again. You never had a single doubt that he would be as skillful in bed as he was in the ring and he just perfectly proved it. Despite your initial order of going rough with you, you absolutely loved that he changed his mannerism, sending you on a completely different journey than you had been on before. „My god that feels so fucking amazing.“, you moaned while Roman continued to fuck you gently, his dick moving in and out of you in a slow rhythm, his kisses along your neck equaling the gentle rhythm he was setting. „You like it?“, Roman wanted to know as you lifted his chin, smiling up at him and answering: „I absolutely love it.“ Roman pushed himself into you again, staying in that position for a little eternity to increase the sensation for the both of you. You were working on his bun, getting rid off the hair tie before you grabbed his hair, working your way through it, gently playing with it, not caring one bit if he minded, which he obviously didn’t. 

Roman leaned down to you in order to kiss you gently once again before his kiss grew more and more passionate, his hips reacting accordingly as he began thrusting into you harder again, going as rough as he had done before, slowly but steadily pushing your closer to the edge. You tried to fight back your orgasm, tried to extend the moment but you were lost. Roman must have noticed as he slammed into you hard, groaning „Just let go baby girl.“ You wanted to disobey but before you could do so, you were screaming out his name in pure pleasure as you were tumbling over the edge, your orgasm washing over you. It didn’t take Roman long to be sent over the edge as well, his movement becoming sloppier with each thrust as he was riding out his orgasm on top of you, groaning your name again and again while doing so. He held onto you, pushing himself deeply into you for one last time, shooting the last bit of his load completely into you, before he stayed like that for a few moments as you leaned forward, kissing him passionately, overwhelmed by the special moment the both of you just shared. 

Roman collapsed on top of you before he rolled over to your side. He laid down next to you, pulling you closer against his body, hugging you tightly, before he kissed you again in a sweet and gentle manner. Neither of you said something for what felt like an eternity. Finally you wanted to know amused: „So tell me why you were so jealous. Couldn’t you stand the thought of me ending up in bed with one of the guys down on the first floor? Because if that was the case, I can assure you that this would have never happened.“ You saw his lazy smile as he answered: „That’s not the only reason. I was a jealous asshole because you mean so much more to me than just a friend. And I was an idiot for thinking that I could have kept it to myself as probably everyone in WWE is aware of the fact that I’m in love with you.“  You couldn’t help but grin at his confession as you mumbled: „So Nia was right in the end.“ 

„What has my cousin said?“ 

„Nothing. Just something I would have noticed myself if I thought that it might have been a possibility. I really hate confessions but since you have set a good example already, I might as well follow. I’m in love with you as well, Ro. Although I didn’t want to admit it as I didn’t want to put out friendship at risk.“ His fingers were trailing over your arm while you snuggled closer to him, listening to his soft heartbeat. „I promise you that you won’t regret it if you give me a chance.“, Roman smiled down at you, causing you to giggle as you answered: „That is something I definitely want to convince myself of.“ 

With that you leaned over to him, capturing his lips in a sweet kiss while Roman held you close to his body. Who would have known that a Halloween party could have taken such a great turn for you and one of your closest friends? You were sure that you could make it work and Roman and you would definitely make it through all of the „Finally“s and „I have told you so“s from your friends, that would surely follow. But you couldn’t mind one bit since all that counted was, that you would be beyond happy with the Samoan by your side, just as he would be with you by his. Sometimes jealousy wasn’t the worst thing after all. 

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favorite moments in this game grumps (feat jacksepticeye!) livestream

"I don't know, buzzfeed is still around" shady queen seán is in the building right out the gate

"we're gonna be watching the nintendo direct stream with y'all so you don't...leave our stream" (I wasn't watching the stream because my friend came over to watch the nintendo direct so like...fuckin @ me next time arin)

their Nintendo direct stream predictions that were basically all accurate lmfaO

"super smush"

"it's almost like I was a fan of yours before I became your friend...much like everybody else in this office" that's real

"I'm not your dad...i could be. do you wanna file for adoption? donate 50 more dollars if you want t-"

"are you the video game boy?

"you gonna vom dude?"

seán "being the Twitter comments"

"I was up late because I was probably doing something." "dying at video games?"

"what's pooping, dudes?"

seán exploring the psychology of "the daddy thing"

GOOIGI

"seán...he's an assist trophy" in like the saddest soap opera voice

"I want shinya takahashi to come out and give me what I need."

"yes, yokai watch! awesome! they're still trying to make that happen here"

"are you sure you're not a video game reviewer, arin?"

"man these anime dubs are really bad"

"waluigi for splatoon 2"

me wondering why I stopped watching jacksepticeye when he's literally so funny

"do people say 'noobs' anymore?" "only if they're pwning people."

"DONT REFRESH MY KING OF COSMOS"

"I want a gif of peach holding a controller because that's the hottest thing I've ever seen."

"there is no way that that motherfucker can hold that controller. I have tiny hands and I can barely hold that controller"

"aw man I miss my brother. I wish he wasn't dead."

"let me steal all your personal data"

everything that comes out of seán's mouth is iconic I'm literally laughing every time he says anything

them shitting on the NES controllers and then being like "okay...thats pretty cool." because I did that same shit

"I though you were the video game boy."

arin being so excited about final fantasy crystal chronicles because that's ME

seán immediately going EW to that final fantasy pocket edition

"that does not look that nice...is it just me?"

arin predicting animal crossing from the very beginning and STILL getting fucking lit as fuck when it happened

the disappointment when it was just Isabelle for smash

everyone in the background gasping and during the animal crossing announcement and then screaming in excitement lmfaO

me literally just watching this fuckin Nintendo direct stream again. and out of sync as well. the things I do, y'all.

"it got deleted by our bot...so it was probably something about darude sandstorm or something."

"I'm the video game boy, I'm the one who never finishes the games. I'm the one who starts!"

"you're welcome for the shout-out. it only cost $20!"

"real wholesome hours now, boys"

"your job isn't to just stand by and cheer us on?"

playing super mario odyssey I'm alivE

that really nice person who donated $200 on behalf of the people who couldn't afford to donate. the message they wrote was so sweet too I love them.

"they've got little cheeto feet"

"I love getting philled in" (me as fuck)

[toad voice] the blood is on my hands

"oh god, just get to the checkpoint please." "what are you, dan?"

"Ross punched me in the gut yesterday."

"he just did a gang sign before he left. what was that about?"

"I midjusged the distance because arin is...a Thicc Boii™"

"Oh. punch me and then call me fat. thanks" me

"Mr. fuckin deep pockets over here"

"ya stingus"

video game boy school where arin teaches you how to win (somehow)

"no stop, PLEASE HELP" "we're all having fun here"

"who would I staff at my school? you'd all be janitors."

"oh seth everman! he said 'epic sex."

watching Mario get impatient with waiting and seeing the animations where he lays down and the pigeon just comes and chills on his nose

"secret girder tunnel! that's what I call my butthole!"

"look at all those youtubers with their dyed hair"

arin saying the space octopus had a strap-on

seán saying the bunny on the moon looks like it's mowing the grass lmfaO

"the moon landing was fake. it's a conspiracy to hide the bunny"

any time they do the toad voice

"thank you petrolsniffking for the $20...please don't do that, but thank you"

"I'm the petrol sniff king! I'm the one who huffs!"

"thank you for the california 20"

arin reading "arin's not gonna read this lol"

"you're a sexy man. you're a brave boy. the earth is flat."

"I don't like that she has jiggle physics"

"in the picture we took for this, the one with you holding a gun to my head, everyone was talking about how curvy I was"

"you're not fuckin...miss teen america"

"Mario's a fuckin gymnast. Mario spent years at...Carnegie Hall. Honing his craft...i don't know what they do at Carnegie Hall."

arin's peeweedidi youtube channel lmfaO

them putting out theories on how bowser gets his money and pondering who is bowser jr.'s mom

"let's get real. browser's fuckin HOT"

"is this furry? it's more like, monster fucking"

more furry discussion. a common theme in these grump streams.

"okay now let's talk about vore for a minute" STOP

arin saying to live your truth and like whatever kink you like and then saying "arin hanson...2012" and seán going "2018 arin would never say that"

Dan and Ross are gonna try to continue king's quesT IM GONNA

"even bowser has dyed hair. he wants to be a youtuber."

"stick em up, this is a robbery"

"man. we used to be funny." (same)

arin sneezes so interestingly idek dude

"who's your ideal youtuber boxing match, go" "arin vs. dan"

like just a full minute of the tim allen impression

"my little bowser penis is gonna flop all about!"

"you know you had to do it to them"

their tragic bowser theories

bowser jr. IS the scrabby doo of mario omg

"peach is not that great. you two are strong independent men. be with each other."

"whatever, Mario is in the prison of his own mind" fuckin SAME

"girthquake?!"

the tweetus deletus thing and seán going "fuck's sake...hello fellow kids!"

"and you will treat us..." "to diabetus"

good stream.

#game grumps #gg #jacksepticeye #this is so late so probably no one cares but #these are mostly for me anyway #ANYWAY if anyone is reading this and watches jacksepticeye #could y'all recommend me some of his videos to watch? #i used to watch him all the time and idk why i stopped hes so funny #also this post is so long im so sorry #i wanted to put it under a read more but im on mobile so i cant rigtseafs #long post