Opal And Glass Gold-mounted Pendant By René Lalique, C. 1900.

Defeat

Seth Rollins×female reader

“This is bullshit! I fucking had him Y/N i had him he was this fucking close to being pinned!” Seth yells throwing his deodorant across the hotel. He’s been pissed ever sense we left the arena driving to the hotel holding the stiring wheel so tightly his knuckles where turning white.

“ I know Seth. Youll get him next time! I just know it!” You say to him. But even you know. It was his fualt. He wasn’t 100% going into the match and its partly your fault too. You got injured during your match earlier. Nothing serious but a sprained wrist. But it was enough to throw Seth off his game.

“Seth…” You apprached him wrapping your arms around him holding him tightly your hands on his cheek. “Youll always be my champion.. Even if you don’t have the belt to prove it.” Y/n says as you go to kiss him. His body relaxs but hes still anger deep down. He wraps his arms around yo automatically. With you here safe and sound in his arms. That’s all that matters to Seth. Even though the title matters to him too, he couldn’t get another you.

“I just hate losing… ” Seth whispers into your neck lightly leaving kissing. “I was just scared when i saw you crying on the tv. It threw me off my game… I dont blame you. I shouldnt have been so easliy distracted” he sighs completely relaxing in your arms.

“Seth i love you, but your heavy” you giggled as he picked you up laying you on the bed.

“Lets just go to bed..maybe even forget about this whole night.” He grumbles into your neck again closing his eyes.

“Well we can forget it for a few hours before raw tommarow night..goodnight seth..” you whispered kissing his cheek as you cuddled into you man for a long night sleep.

“Goodnight”

A little taster!

A/N: Because I’ve been so inactive due to the move and work I decided to post a little taster of the next the prompt I’m writing. This was posted on mobile so excuse any weird typos or layouts.

After the match you were bouncing up and down, excited to see the the boys come back with their championship. Finally you see Roman and Dean enter the backstage area, running over you give them both hug congradulating them before spotting Seth over Roman’s shoulder. Running at him you leap into his arms as he spins the both of you round.

“Uhhhhhh (Y/N). I think you dropped something.” Dean spoke, rubbing the back of his neck slightly. Dropping out of Seth’s arms you turn to the item in question. The pregnancy test. Rushing over you pick it up and shove it back into your pocket turning around red faced.

“I….uhhhh……” It was like all the moisture left your mouth and went to your eyes, you couldn’t talk and tears had started to fall. Roman and Dean quickly leave the area as you look up at Seth, as you search his face there is no emotion present making you fear the worst.

This never stops being important.

Shooting Star

Damian Priest Oneshot

TW: Language nothing major tbh

Summary: Priest adores you basically. Feeling deflated after your first match back from an ACL injury, Priest comforts you and confesses the feelings he has for you.

A/N: Thank you to one of you wonderful anonymous readers (you know who you are… I hope) who gave me the backstory to this oneshot :)

Two years of your emotions being tossed about like a pancake but it would all be worth it for this moment. Two years of preparing your body to be the best it could be to be able to step back into the ring and do the thing you love most. The two years had been difficult, there were times when the loneliness consumed you, you were used to the social aspect of being a part of the WWE, the constant hustle and bustle and quick pace of moving from one place to the next. Being constantly surrounded by lots of people, many of those you considered your best friends. Thankfully the performance centre was only a few blocks away and you could rely on that place to cheer you up. 

The moment your hometown crowd would go absolutely mental and pop for you, would remind you of why you loved wrestling and that no injury will ever stop you from performing for crowds who loved the business just as much as you did. You stood in the gorilla watching the current match whilst stretching. 

“I’d notice the shape of that ass anywhere…” You smiled to yourself whilst rolling your eyes, you turned around and placed your hands on your hips to see Priest approaching you. Priest always knew how to make you smile, his playful mannerisms and sparkling sense of humour was why he was one of your closest friends in the locker room. 

“Hey Priest” You flung your arms over his neck as he bent down to hug you, he squeezed you tight as if to tell you he was so happy to have you back. Priest was good to you, he visited you on his days off whilst you were out with your injury, making sure you didn’t spiral into a pit of darkness. He mainly helped you at the gym rehabbing the injury and then watched a movie with you before he had to leave, but the few hours he did give you were priceless. 

“How’s the ACL feeling?” You hopped onto one of the production boxes, taking a seat and Priest rested his hands either side of you on the box. You rubbed it, and gently swung it back and forth as much as you could without kicking Priest as he was leaning so close to you.

“Feels good… I think. I never really got to say thank you for visiting me all the time” You grinned.

“Are you kidding? you thanked me every like two seconds I was with you” Priest replied.

“Yeah I meant like I never got to show how thankful I was by doing something for you”

Now you meant this in the most innocent way… Priest was the one to make this flirty. 

“Yeah? Well I know a few ways you can thank me..” trying to be witty Priest wore a smug smile.

“I wonder what those could be…” You bit your lip trying to play innocent in all this but you both knew exactly what you wanted from each other. 

“I could show you…” Priest said as he leaned forward towards you, his hands now gliding up your thighs, you could feel in your stomach the metaphorical flips people always talked about.

Once his hand had danced along your thighs he stopped on your lower back and pushed you into him so your legs wrapped around his lower midsection. The whole time he never once looked away from your face, you’d expected him to be smirking assuming he was just being cheeky in his actions but the look he was giving you was a serious one.

“I could get used to this.” Priest’s low voice whimpered as he leant his forehead on yours, he closed his eyes enjoying being close to you.

“Used to what?” Your voice was just as quiet and soft.

“Being close to you” You hummed at his words.

You watched as his eyesight fluttered from your own eyes to your lips, a small, rough groan escaped his lips as they were inches away from settling on yours. 

“Y/N” You heard Liv call out to you and break the tension between you and Priest. 

“Shit!” Priest mumbled as his head fell away from yours, his dreads falling in front of his face. He backed up from you as he flipped the dread over his face to make room for Liv. You leapt down from the box to embrace Liv.

“It’s so good to have you back" 

Priest watched from behind as Liv dragged you away to hair and make-up for a girly catch up. You looked back at Priest who was watching you, looking deflated, shaking his head. You mouthed the word "sorry” to him and shrugged your shoulders with a cheeky smile. You were happy to tease him and keep him waiting even though you desperately wanted that kiss.

Priest had waited for the perfect moment to finally kiss you, he had planned it for so long in his head. He wanted to do it before your match to give you that extra boost of confidence. Yet here he was being cockblocked by Liv. 

“Thanks for cockblocking Liv” Damian called out causing you and Liv to burst out laughing.

“You’re so welcome Priest!” Liv responded through her fit of laughter.

Although you had adrenaline coursing through your veins and you were so grateful for the warm response your hometown gave you, you couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed in yourself, there were a few spots that you messed up, they were not major or noticeable but you knew about them. As you came through the backstage curtain you were hit with a wave of cheers and applause from the roster, you pulled the fakest smile you could to act like you were okay. Priest sensed that you weren’t as happy as he thought you might have been, he could see the worry in the shimmers of your eyes, clearly tears that wanted to flow free. Priest pushed through to the front and engulfed you in a hug, his hand guiding your head cradling into his chest, where you finally felt comfortable to cry and wrap your arms around his waist. And if anyone asked why you were crying you’d tell them they were happy tears!

As Priest ushered you to a quiet corner of the arena you didn’t need to say anything to him, just his touch and company was enough to calm your whimpers and tears. 

“What happened mi amor?” Priest asked as he crouched down in front of you and gently pushed stands of your hair behind your ears.

“I missed so many steps out there. I messed up” You radiated defeat and felt as if all the confidence you ever owned had been winded out of you. Your eyes were glued to the floor and your voice sounded deflated, not like your usual gleeful self.

"Ring rust happens babe. You’ve just come back from a major injury, nobody noticed it. You only noticed because you were the one performing the spots” He tried to reassure you by stroking his thumb on your cheek. 

“Look at me” Priest now had your head in his hands, rummaging the hair away from your face so he could clearly appreciate the beauty in your face and also encourage you to look at him. You admired the sparkle his eyes exhibited and gave a feeble smile in an attempt to please him..

“You are fucking talented, okay?The crowd was so pumped to see you. I look at you in the ring, out of the ring and I think… you are fucking incredible.” All of a sudden he was pulling your face towards him, and this time there was a connection between the lips. A lustful and needy connection. Without removing your lips from each other, Priest had managed to manoeuvre your bodies so he was now seated and had you sitting on him, legs either side of his body. In desperation to be closer to him your hands got lost and tangled in his dreads whilst his hands were jelled to your hips encouraging you to grind against him. Purely pausing for breath you pulled away letting your hands rest on the pecs of his chest, you looked down at Priest who was grinning at you causing you to blush. It was quiet for a few seconds before Priest opened his mouth to speak.

“I’ve waited a long time to do that.”

“How long?”

“That information is confidential” A finger rose to his lips as if to keep a secret. The air filled with silence. It wasn’t uncomfortable, it felt natural like you and Damian had done this a million times over… The smile hadn’t left Damian’s lips; he was just there goofily grinning like he’d accomplished something he was proud of. 

“What are you smiling at?” You questioned letting your head dangle in an attempt to hide the rosy cheeks.

“The most beautiful girl I ever seen” You watched as Priest’s eyes glanced over the body that sat on him, he hummed to himself admiring the work of art that you were.

“I bet you say that to all the girls?”

“Only …the… ones… I’m in… love… with” Priest leant forward into your neck planting sweet, soft kisses in between each word.

“Shit” You’d never really paid attention to a heartbeat before… but the heartbeat that thumped through your chest in that moment of declaration was the equivalent of a magical shooting star bursting through the air.

“In love?”

“I ain’t shy about it. I want to be the one you turn to when you’re feeling low and think you’re the worst wrestler ever…” You quickly interrupted him, squinting your eyebrows at his exaggeration.

“Er, I didn’t quite say that” Your eyes glaring into his trying not to smile as you were trying to be serious… trying being the keyword and instantly cracking a smile after a mere second of seriousness. 

“Yeah well I know that’s what you were thinking.I’m going to continue professing my love for you now is that alright?”

You chuckled into the smile already on your face and nodded your head in agreement to let him carry on.

“I want to ride your highs with you and enjoy every moment that you’re happy. Your joy and light makes me feel something. Something which I never thought I could.”

You had no words for Priest, it was as if your mouth was made of the same stuff as a desert, your lack of words was your sign to speak with actions instead of words and so you kissed him. It was a deep, slow and powerful kiss as you gripped onto the side of his neck and his hands on your back pushing you against him so he could feel you physically. It was a kiss that spoke a thousand and one words to Damian, that you felt the same way as him, and that was love. That was all he needed to confirm everything he’d hoped for.

Reblog if WWE has fucked up your life in a good way.

Reblog if you miss AJ Lee

April 3rd, 2015 

The day my idol retired from the WWE

Relapse

Pairing: Seth Rollins x Reader

Summary: Y/N broke up with Seth four months ago, but that doesn’t stop her from coming back around every time she’s craving a little fix. 

Song Inspiration: Relapse by Carrie Underwood

Warnings: Smut, Language, Angst

Word Count: 4,778

“I know I said, I said it was over, but it’s hard when I miss you to stay sober. So if I show up here at your door again oh, it’s just me falling off of the wagon.”

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Under the dark hue of a night sky, it seems as though a person’s feelings are stripped raw until all that is left is the painful truth that hides under layers and layers of protective skin. 

It’s science really; a proven fact that humans are more susceptible at night to succumb to the desires they had not even known they had. 

She wanted to blame the moon and all the stars for why she was standing at his door step for what felt like the thousandth time. Even after telling herself that the previous time was the last, here she was again, nervously cracking her knuckles one by one while bouncing on the balls of her feet for warmth. 

Just like any other night, this one had started just the same. 

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What happens once you kill yourself? Because I'm ready to go.

You wanna know what happens once you kill yourself? Your mother comes home from work and finds her baby dead and she screams and runs over to you and tries to get you to wake up but you won’t and she keeps screaming and shaking you and her tears are dripping onto your face and your dad hears all the screaming and runs into the room and he can’t even speak because the child that he loved and the child that he watched grow up is gone forever and finally your little sister runs into the room to see what all the fuss is about and she sees you dead. The person she looked up to and loved. The person she bragged about to  her friends, the person she wanted to be just like when she grew up, the person that made her feel safe. But she’s never really going to get to grow up and smile and laugh and love because she’ll always be consumed with this feeling of missing you. And now there’s something missing from your family and they can barely look at each other anymore because everything reminds them of you but you’re gone and hurts more than anything. and you think that your mom never cared because she was always busy and yelling at you to finish your homework and clean your room and forgot to say I love you sometimes but really, she loved you more than anything and she doesn’t leave the house anymore, she can’t even get out of bed and she’s getting thinner and thinner because it’s too hard to eat. Your father had to quit his job and he doesn’t sleep anymore, every time he closes his eyes he sees his baby dead, and the image never goes away no matter how much alcohol he drinks. And at school your best friend sees that your seat is empty and she gets this sick feeling in her stomach and that’s when she hears the announcement. You killed yourself. And suddenly she’s screaming and crying in the middle of class and no one even bothers comforting because they’re all  busy sitting there staring at your empty seat with tears dripping down their cheeks and all she wants is for you to hug her and tell her it’s gonna be okay like you always did, but this time, you’re not there to do it, everything is dark now that you’re gone and her grades are slipping, she barely goes to school anymore and she ended up in hospital after taking too many pills because she wanted to see you again. the girls who used to make fun of the way you dressed feel their throats get tight, they don’t talk to each other anymore, they don’t talk to anyone, they’re all in therapy trying so hard not to blame themselves but nothing works. and your teacher who always gave you a hard time stares blankly at the wall, she quits her job a few days later. And then your boyfriend hears the news and he can’t breathe, he still calls you a lot just to hear your voice and he talks to you on facebook but you never message him back, he can’t fall in love again because every girl he meets reminds him of you, he’s never going to get over you, he loved you and he cries himself to sleep every night, hating himself and slicing his skin because he couldn’t save you and he’s never going to hold you in his arms or hear you laugh again. Now everyone who knew you, whether they were a big part of your life or someone you passed in the hallway a few times a week, they carry this aching feeling around inside them because you’re gone, and they miss you, and they don’t know why you left but it must’ve been their fault and they should’ve stopped you and they should’ve told you they loved you more and that feeling is never going to go away. And so you killed yourself

but you killed everyone else around you too. 

Very emotional rn

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