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Lost You

Seth Rollins x Reader

Seth and (Y/N) have been dating for awhile, even moved in together. But Seth has been growing apart from her… failing her. This time, (Y/N) reached her breaking point.

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Seth playing Rockband and singing to a dog … I literally can not handle this.

Recovery

Seth Rollins × female girlfriend

Summary: During Seths recovery from his knee surgery there where lots of anger moments. Especially when it was getting close to time for Seth to come back. This imagine is set one month before Seth Rollins returns. You and Seth get into an emtional agruement which leads to sex

\\Warning smut///

“God i fucking hate this sooo much!” Seth curses as your stand in frount of him helping him balance on his bad knee.

“I know… I know you hate this” y/n says. Your looking up at the man you love as he balances on his leg. Hes doing so much better now. The recovery process is almost done.

“ no you fucking dont. You just know this pisses me off. Im 100% ive been 100 for weeks now! Ive been training in the ring for months with you! All i fucking want is to just return already! I want my life back!” Seth angerly spits out stoping the excerise walking off to your guys kichten.

“ Then what Seth! You return again to Raw right. And you leave me and Kevin back home here all alone intell i get a call fron Vince. Then what?!? I come back on the road too. Join Raw again after taking almost a year off of wrestling myself to be with you! I lost my title and story line to be with you! And you never even once! Even fucking once asked me how i feel! Its all about seth! Boo hoo seth!” You say. Your picking a fight. You cant stand it anymore. You’ve sacrificed so much for Seth in the past 9 months and haven’t had it reciprocated. So yeah its pissing you off.

“ What the fuck are you talking about? I didnt ask you for shit! It was your dession to drop your title and story line for me! I didnt ask you! I lost my title too! I lost my storyline to! So dont come at me i didnt ask you for anything!” Seth yells back crossing his arms.

“ So your saying if i wouldnt have taken off work you would have been perfectly fine those nights you could not stop crying? Your tell me you would have been fine finding someone to drive you to rehad center at 7am in the morning then picking you up at 10pm at night? You would have been fins getting in and out of the fucking shower with out me? Huh what is that i dont hear anything? Yeah thats casue im fucking right seth! You needed me!” Y/n yells your crying slightly too.

“ Well yeah your damn right i fucking needed you! God why are you being such a fucking bitch right now?” Seth asks he freezes. He didnt mean to call you a bitch.

“ Maybe its casue i feel like you dont love me any more!!” You tell tears running diwn your face as you storm off to your shared room. He fallows you, like a lost puppy.

“ Y/n! Y/n stop you do to know i fucking love you! Don’t say i don’t” Seth yells grabbing your arm turning you to face him. He forces you so you cant move.

“ Let me go” you whine. Crying still. He looks at you with puppy eyes. You know he’s anger, hurt, and greatest of them all hurt. Hurt that you would think after everything he dosnt love you. Your his peanut to his jelly. The chesse to his mac.

“ No” He says. His voice was deep he was looking right at you. Softening his grip as he leans in to kiss you. Its been a long time sense you’ve guys gotten any action. Maybe thats why you had a anger burst. You kiss him back wrapping your arms around his neck as he pins you up agaisnt the wall of your guys bedroom. You can tell he’s missed you. Missed your guys intemacy in bed. But he appreciates the time that you guys where intemact with out sex. He craved you though. Craved the feeling of you tightly around his cock. Just the thought of you around him made him grow harder.

A full blown make out session was happening up agaisnet the wall. Hands roaming underneath shirts like two teenagers going at it. Even though the kiss seemed rough his rouch was soft. He picked you up behind your thighs. You where suprised of course as you worried if his knee could handle your extra weight in his arms.

“ Im going to show you why i love you” Seth whisperes to you in your ear. Hes placing you down on the bed. Taking his shirt off he’s flexing. Showing off his muslce.

“ Do it baby.. Pleaseee I’ve missed you so much” you say your hand going down to your own pants to play with your self. Your moaning at your own touch. He continues to watch you touch yourself as he undresses himself.

“ fuck baby… Take your clothes off now” he demands. You obey him taking all your clothes off. You lay back down your legs spread wide for him. Waiting patiently like the good girl you are. He crawls on top of you kising you again. The kiss heads down to your neck. Hes leaving hickes all over your neck sucking in your sweet spot. You moan pulling at his hair. Your lefting his head up kissing his lips missing them already. He grins into the kiss. His tip slowly entering you. As he slowly thrusts in your moans get higher pitched as he starts to groan as well. The feeling he misses so much coming back to him finally. He’s groaning into your ear his hips deep in you as he thrusts in and out. He’s picking up speed. holding your knees up higher so he can get a better angel to get deeper inside you.

“ Ahhhh ohhhhh dont stopp” your moaning out loud. The sound of skin slapping is echoing all threw out the house. So is both of your moans and groans.

“ Fuck i was never planing on it baby girl” Seth says groaning thrusting into you. He lowers his hand down to your clit to rub it slow so theres a contrast between his thrusts and how hes rubbing you.

“ Im so close Seth?!” You moan your back arching up as he kisses your lips mumbling a me to. After one minute you both cum at the same time. He pulls out claspsing down next to you

“ I fucking love you baby girl” seth says kissing your cheek breathing heavily.

“ I fucking love you to” Y/n say.

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 dwindling, mercurial high

Pairing: Andy Barber  x Reader

Warnings: Soft!Dark Andy, Swearing, Alcohol consumption, Sexual themes, mention of cheating, drama. If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: HIIIIII. My first Andy Barber fic! I hope you enjoy! Also can you believe it’s been a month since I started my tumblr?  Crazyyyyyy! Happy one month to me! Thank you for the support, likes, reblogs, replies, for following my account! I hope your days are always as beautiful as Helen of Troy!

You were my Helen, Part 1, Part 2

“You know,” you started saying at the tall and muscular man walking beside you, “I’m starting to think you have too much time. Don’t you have your business to go back to in Boston? Hey-”

You couldn’t stopped him as he dipped his spoon in your gelato. You gave him your death glare before slapping his wandering hand away from your dessert. “Andy, are you sure you’re rich? Why are you always taking my food away from me, hmm? You most certainly earn more than I do.”

Andy laughed wholeheartedly. You stared at him, at his face, at his relaxed stance- and you couldn’t stopped looking at him. His face was being illuminated by the afternoon sunlight. He was an art you think you were starting to like, an art you were starting to want to understand. What did the strokes mean? What did the colors indicate?

Who are you, Andy Barber?

“Well, Helen, you have yet to answer me-”

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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.

Fix This (Chris Evans x Female!Reader)

I didn't mean for it to get this long, it was supposed to be a blurb. :')

Summary: Chris hears your new single on the radio and realizes he's made a big mistake. He just hopes it isn't too late.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Female!Reader

Warnings: Language. Angsty and emotional.

Length: 2k

"Whoa."

Chris tore his eyes away from the football game on the television. He glanced over at his brother Scott who was sitting on the opposite end of the couch. Chris was confused, seeing as there was nothing out of the ordinary that had happened in the last quarter. "What?"

Scott ripped out an AirPod from his ear, a stunned look on his face.

"When was the last time that you talked to Y/N?" He asked, curiously.

Chris' lips tightened into a thin line. You were still a sore spot for him.

Even after all this time, he still couldn't stand hearing your name.

It was too painful.

"It's been a few months now," Chris responded, quietly.

"She released a new song last night. Have you listened to it?"

"No. And I don't plan on it."

Scott grabbed the remote, pausing the football game. "You should."

Chris narrowed his gaze at him. "Why the fuck would I do that?"

His brother ignored him and switched his phone settings to bluetooth so that the song would play on his home speaker. The soft sound of a piano started, and Chris felt his heart sink deeply as your gentle voice filled the entire room.

Usually never cry at all, I would say I'm pretty tough, but it's been a couple weeks now, and I still feel stuck in my lungs...

"Scott. Turn it off. Turn it off, right fucking now."

Scott's eyes met his, but he didn't stop the track. "Just listen to it."

Really thought I'd be done with the hardest part, when I pulled myself out of your arms, wish I knew that was only the start...

Listening to the pain in your voice, Chris felt like he couldn't breathe.

You sang beautifully, but the raw, aching emotion laced every note.

Last night for the very first time, you didn't even try to call, oh, I won't lie, I thought I might die, I couldn't even sleep at all, and maybe I'll get used to it, but right now I just feel like shit...

"Scott." He said his brother's name in a strained voice. "Turn it off."

"You know this is about you, right?"

"Scott, turn it off," Chris nearly pleaded him. "Please."

"She wrote it about you."

Chris leaned forward, dropping his head into his hands. Of course, he would be a fucking moron if he thought for one second that this song was about anyone else but him. He had broken your heart, after all. It wasn't like he meant to hurt you, but his acting career was really in its prime and your singing career was just starting to take off. He'd been in the industry long enough to know that a relationship would not and could not survive the hectic schedules, the distance, the tabloids, the pressure of it all, it would be too straining. So when he told you that it was best if you two weren't together, it had been for the best—right?

Now if I get a little too drunk, I'll start thinking, what if you were the one? I know that the damage is done...

"Fuck," Chris muttered. What had he done?

By the last verse, he found himself unable to take it anymore.

Chris stood up and grabbed his car keys off of the coffee table.

"Where the hell are you going?" Scott asked.

"I have to see her. Now."

Before Scott could say anything else, Chris was gone.

The drive to your apartment felt like an eternity. He had no idea if you would be home—hell, he didn't even know if you were currently in the state or if you were traveling to promote your music. But he had to try and knew that if he called you, there was a good chance you wouldn't answer him. Chris arrived at your building, and luckily, he still had the security code that allowed him inside the complex. Unable to wait for the elevator, Chris opted for the stairs, practically taking two steps at a time until he reached the floor where you were staying. As he made his way down the hallway to your apartment, his heart started to beat about a million per minute. He didn't even know what he was going to say to you—all he knew was that he had to see you. He stopped at the front door, and inhaled deeply, holding it in as he rang the buzzer.

Relieved, he exhaled when he heard the lock click on the other side.

You opened your door and the moment you saw Chris standing there, the blood in your veins went ice cold. It was a mixed bag of emotions to see him—shock, anger, sadness, and oddly enough, a little relief.

"What the hell are you doing here, Chris?" You asked, stiffly.

"I'm sorry to show up unannounced like this. But I needed to see you."

"Why?"

Chris' eyes studied your face, making you grow slightly uneasy.

"I know it's been a while. But we really need to talk. Can I come in?"

"What is there for us to talk about?" You leaned against the frame, an attempt to silently let him know that you weren't letting him inside.

Your body language was screaming for him to go, he could see it.

And he didn't blame you.

"I know you're still angry at me. But please, can we just talk?"

"No," You replied, coldly. "We have zero to talk about. I'm over it, it has been months now and there's nothing to say. It's done, it's been done, Chris." Your voice, although harsh, still trembled. "You should leave."

You tried to close the door, but Chris reached his arm out to stop it. "I heard your song today," he said quickly, catching the door. "I heard it."

You froze. You figured he would probably have heard it at some point, maybe through Twitter or Instagram if he happened to come across it while browsing, but you didn't think he would hear it so soon. You had just released the track the night before and it was just starting to pick up traction on Spotify.

"I know it's about me," he said, softly.

You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

It's not like you could deny that you had written it about him.

Not wanting any neighbors or passerby's to overhear, you let him in.

"So then, are you here to rub salt in the wounds or what?" You scoffed as he closed the door behind him.

Chris sighed. "Listen, I know I hurt you. But you know damn well that it wasn't my intention, in fact, my intention had been to do what I had thought was the best for the both of us."

You threw your hands up. "Oh, well, see that makes it all a lot better!" You said, sarcastically. You felt tears stinging at your eyes and blinked them back furiously. "I don't give a fuck whether it was intentional or not, Chris. That doesn't take away from how I felt after what you did."

"I know it doesn't, believe me, I know that. But still, you have to know the last thing I wanted to do that night was hurt you."

"You broke my heart," You whispered as a stubborn tear slipped down your cheek.

Chris had to fight the urge to lift a hand to your face and wipe it away.

"You gave up on us so easily," You continued, more tears coming. "It's so fucking pathetic how I practically begged you to stay and you just walked away like it was nothing." Not wanting him to see you cry, you turned your back to him and walked towards your window. It was just about time for nightfall, and the beautiful city lights were starting to come on. You focused on the view of the skyline, trying your hardest to get the tears to stop.

"You really don't think that it hurt me to walk away from you?" Chris asked, his footsteps coming up behind you. "You think it was easy for me to make the decision that I made?"

You dabbed at your eyes with the back of your hand, your back still to him. "It sure as hell seemed like it. It felt like you didn't even care."

"I did care. I still care. I thought I was doing the right thing." There was a brief pause before he continued. "I was wrong. I made a mistake."

"What are you talking about?" You turned around to face him.

"I made the biggest mistake of my life that night. And for months I've been trying to convince myself otherwise." Chris took a step towards you. "I love you. I never stopped loving you, whether you believe it or not. There hasn't been a single day where I haven't thought about you since that night."

You remained silent, your brain trying to process what he'd just said.

"I'm sorry. I know it's going to take a lot for me to earn your trust. But I swear, if you give me a second chance, I will do anything for you, for us. I will do anything and everything to make it work." Chris took your face gingerly between his hands, his gaze meeting yours. He lowered his face towards yours, getting dangerously close. "I love you. I've had a taste of what it's like to lose you and it's fucking torture. I don't want to be without you. I can't be without you."

He started leaning in to kiss you, and you shoved him lightly.

"Chris, stop! You can't fucking do that! You can't just come back after all this time, turn on the sweet talk and the charm, and think that it's going to fix this. You can't just erase the pain you caused me with a kiss, you're not allowed to do that!" You shouted, a fresh batch of hot tears brimming your eyes and spilling over. "I couldn't sleep. I couldn't eat. I couldn't think. I felt like I was going to die. That's what you did to me!"

Chris was at a complete loss for words. And rightly so.

He now knew just how badly he had fucked up.

"You should go," You murmured quietly, gesturing towards the door.

There was a long moment of silence that fell over the both of you.

"Okay. I'll go," Chris nodded solemnly after a while. "On one condition, and one condition only."

You almost laughed. He had no business putting conditions on anything right now. "And what is that condition, Chris?"

"You look me in the eye and tell me you don't love me anymore. Right here, right now."

Your heart ached painfully inside of your chest—Chris hurt you pretty damn bad, but suddenly seeing his own hurt in his eyes felt like a slap in the face and it was in that exact second that you knew you couldn't fulfill his request. You still loved him with every fiber of your being.

"Chris…"

"Say it. Say you don't love me anymore and I'll be gone for good."

"I…I can’t do that.”

You covered your face with your hands and let out a small sob.

Chris stepped towards you, grabbing your wrists and gently tugging them away from your face. "Why not?"

"Because. I do still love you," You admitted shakily.

"Then let me fix this," he whispered softly, lowering his mouth until it was mere inches from yours. "Please. Let me fix this."

Your eyes fluttered close as his lips met yours.

It almost felt like a dream—like this wasn't really happening. You were terrified that you were seconds away from waking up, but strangely it was even more terrifying to think that this wasn't a dream, that this is real. You loved him and you wanted to give him another chance, but it scared you to think that you were at risk for getting your heart broken again. You didn’t want to feel that way ever again.

Chris pulled broke the kiss, leaning his forehead against yours.

"I know you're afraid," he said, having read your thoughts.

"Out of my fucking mind," You murmured. "I can’t go through that again. My heart couldn’t take it."

"Let me prove myself to you. I'll do whatever it takes. I promise."

He kissed you again, making you melt right into his arms.

Several kisses and many more emotional tears from you later, the two of you found yourselves on your couch. You were lying on top of Chris as he ran his fingers through your hair over and over again, giving you all the time that you needed to calm down and compose yourself. His blue shirt was soaked from where you had been crying into his chest.

After a while, Chris finally broke the silence that had fallen over you.

"You know, that song that you wrote," he started to say, his hand still stroking your hair, "I really fucking hate that it's about me and that I'm the reason you wrote it. Any time that I hear it, I'm going to feel guilty as hell. But you sounded so, so damn beautiful singing it."

You chuckled softly. "It's funny, I actually almost didn't release it."

"Why not?"

"Because I knew people would start talking, they always love to guess who my songs are about." You glanced up at him. "I didn't want them connecting the dots."

Chris laughed a little. "I'm sure they have by now. But it's okay, people can go ahead and think I'm an asshole. It's worth it. I'm glad that you released it."

"You are?"

"Of course. As hard as it was listening to it, it was the kick in the ass that I needed." He kissed your forehead. "And I promise you that I will never be the reason you write a song like that again."

Song Used: Tate McRae - feel like shit