Masquerade // Damian Priest X Reader

Hall of Fame | Seth Rollins Imagine

Seth Rollins x FEM!Reader, Colby Lopez x FEM!Reader 

Fluff

Prompt: You and Colby go to the Hall of Fame together and get bored during it and run around backstage doing shit. You both get stopped by two wrestlers who pull you both aside that sparks a conversation about your relationship.

Writer’s Note: I also describe your outfit which I don’t like to do but I needed it to work in the story so if it bothers you, then change it in your mind.

“Y/n, I am about to come out. Tell me how I look, okay? No lies.” Colby shouts from the bathroom of the hotel room while you were still barely ready. 

“Okay, your highness.” You shout back and sit up on the bed. 

Colby walks out in an all-black suit, jacket on and all. You begin laughing, “What the fuck Colby?” You whine. 

“Oh, shit-“

Oh, shit is right! You look fucking hot, what is this? Are you serious?” You exclaim.

“Oh, my god.” Colby scoffs and laughs at your comments. “So I am taking that as a yes Colby you look good.”

“Yes, I would fuck you.” 

Colby laughter grows with your comment as you smile at him, “Well, I appreciate that.” Colby takes his suit jacket off since you two weren’t leaving just yet and he walks back into the bathroom to make sure his hair looks alright. 

“Are you ever gonna get dressed y/n?” Colby shouts. 

“Yes, mom.” You groan gaining a laugh from him. 

You already showered and had your hair and makeup finished, nothing too crazy. Your dress was a simple mid-thigh black dress with some dramatic sleeves and a bit of a lace sheer overlay (fairly witchy, I apologize if you don’t like that). You and Colby weren’t that into wrestling events that required you two to dress fancy, but when you two did y’all looked good. 

After you got dressed Colby was still in the bathroom, “You okay in there? We have to get going.” 

“Yeah.” He releases a breath, “My hair is not staying in one place.” 

You show up in the doorway with your outfit on expect shoes, Colby glimpses to you and immediately smiles. “You-“

Yeah yeah.” You smile. 

Colby rolls his eyes, “You got to legit scream at me because I looked ‘hot’ and you don’t even let me get a word in.” 

You laugh, “Sorry. Continue if you insist.” 

“What I was going to say was that you look hot but like beautiful too. I don’t know if those are the same thing but sometimes saying someone if hot is demeaning and doesn’t mean they are beautiful.” 

You roll your eyes, “Well, thank you…and both words mean I look good so that’s all that matters.”

Colby finishes fixing his hair with a huff and you run to get your shoes on, “Okay I am ready.” 

“Yeah me too.” Colby says while putting his suit jacket back on and getting the room key. 

At the Hall of Fame

The ceremony was about an hour into it when you whispered to Colby. 

“I am bored and I am starving.” 

“I know me too.” Colby lightly laughs. 

“Well let’s go find food..please.” You whine.

“We gotta wait till people move or something, we can’t be seen leaving at an odd point in time.” 

“Got it.” You nod while holding back laughter. 

After a few minutes, you hear Colby whisper in your ear, “Alright, let’s escape.”

You two make a break from the ceremony and make it backstage. You two roam around for a while until Hunter stops you two. 

“What are you kids doing back here?” He smiles. 

“We are starving, so we made a quick escape.” You respond. 

“Yeah, it was all her.” 

You make a shocked face, “You little shit you are the one who had a plan on how to leave.” 

Hunter laughs at you two, “If you two get bored enough come sit in gorilla.” 

“Alright.” Colby nods. 

Hunter disappears down the hall as you move to rest your back on the hallway wall. You cross your arms as Colby moves next to you. 

“Do you think they have catering?” Colby asks. 

“I feel we would’ve seen it by now. We have been walking around for like 20 minutes.’’

“I am going to look again.” Colby begins to walk away but you grab his jacket.

“No, please do not leave me here.” You whine.

 Colby chuckles and moves in front of you and places his hands on either side of your body. “Well, how else are we gonna find food?”

You gasp, “I have an idea. What if I bribe one of the workers at the concession stand to give us food, or I could go out there and sneak some food.” 

Colby shakes his head, “It’s worth a try.” 

After a few minutes of wandering around for the most secretive exit into concessions, you both find a door that leads to a luckily empty hall of concessions. 

“Okay, I am going to sneak out there and get some food, want anything in particular?” You say while going to open the door.

“Uh, what are you getting?”

“Chicken fingers and fries and maybe a soda.” You smile.

“Yeah, get a big basket or whatever you can.”

“Got it, sir.” You jokingly salute him before sneaking out, Colby smiles at your action and waits by the door for you. 

Once you get to the stand you look around before talking to the worker, “Okay kid, I am going to need you to get me the biggest basket of chicken fingers and fries you can. Oh and a large soda.” 

“Sure ma’am..and don’t worry I haven’t seen many people come down here in a while.” 

You smile, “Bad for you, but good for me.” 

After getting your food you sneak back through the door to find Colby standing against the wall waiting for you. 

“I got the goods baby.” You sing while walking up to Colby. 

You begin chowing down on your food while walking towards the gorilla. 

“Was anyone out there?” Colby asks while taking a bit of a fry. 

“Not many, the worker said he hadn’t had many.”

“Well, that’s good for us.” 

You laugh, “That’s what I said.” 

As you two walk down the hall you causal bump into each other as you both chow down on chicken fingers and fries. As you near gorilla you both get stopped by Lita. 

“Hey, you two.” 

“Hey, what are you doing back here?” You chuckle. 

“I should be asking you both the same thing.” 

“Oh. we got bored and got chicken after you left us.” Colby adds in.

Your conversation gets interrupted by Hunter calling Colby for a conversation of their own, leaving you and Lita in a conversation of your own. You and Lita chit chat about your lives for a bit before she asks you the same question Hunter was asking Colby. 

“Are you and Colby a thing, because you would’ve told me right?”

You give a smile, “No we are just friends, that’s all.” 

“I am telling you that something is there, I always told you that.”

“I know but-“

“No buts, you two are perfect for each other and you already got the friendship part down. He also has been watching you all night, I mean you look great so I don’t blame him.” 

You scoff with a laugh, “How do you even know that.” 

“Did you forget we have been sitting next to each other all night.” 

“Okay, well maybe your right then.”

A few feet away from you, Hunter was asking Colby the same kind of question. 

“Are you two-“ Hunter smirks.

“No, I legit tell you this every week.” 

“I just think you two should date and if not then just fuck already. You two have so much sexual tension its kinda ridiculous.” 

Colby laughs, “Okay, I will get right on that dad.” 

“I am serious, you two are practically drooling over each other.” 

“Yeah yeah.” 

After Colby finishes his conversation with Hunter he returns to you and Lita. You immediately switch to another topic. 

“Oh, I forgot.” You stand up and looking around to make sure nobody is watching you. 

“What are you-“ Colby says while walking up to you. 

You lift the one side of your dress to show the band of your thong.

Lita laughs, “Yeah I almost forgot too.” Lita goes to lift the hem of her dress, also making sure no one is looking. 

“Woah ladies, let’s keep it P-G, please.” Colby laughs. 

“Well, we have this thing-“ You begin. 

“Whenever we see each other at a wrestling event and either one of us is wearing a thong we have to show it.” 

You and Lita both smile. 

“That’s-“ Colby tilts his head.

“Weird, yes. But, it’s like a thing.” You laugh. 

“Truly strange.” Colby shakes his head as Lita hugs you goodbye. 

“Okay you two, I must leave now. I have to go present an award.” Lita fakes crying. 

You laugh, “Good luck.” 

As Lita walks off Colby smiles at you, “What?” You ask. 

“Would you wanna get out of here?”

You chuckle, “Shit, I thought you’d never ask.” 

As you two begin walking up to your hotel room you burst out laughing, “Oh my god, that picture we posted on Instagram is being turned into a reaction picture on twitter.” 

“Jesus Christ.” Colby chuckles. 

You and Colby had decided to take a picture for your Instagrams and solely because you were asked to. But you and Colby decided to take a picture where you both were standing and making a confused ‘what the fuck’ kind of face.

“I truly don’t understand how we did this.” You show Colby a tweet of someone quoting the picture with “Me when the Hall of Fame ceremony lasts longer than my own birth.” 

“That’s a good one.” 

After you make it into the hotel room and scroll through more tweets you throw your shoes off and plop on the bed. You sit cross-legged while Colby begins removing his suit. 

“Goddamn..what the fuck!” Colby screams while trying to get his tie off. 

You laugh while watching him, “Do you need help.”

“No, I-“ He struggles again, “Maybe.” 

You jump off the bed and walk up to him and begin to loosen the tie, you struggle for a bit. “We may have to cut it.” You joke

“Are you serious.” Colby looks at you. 

You laugh, “No. I almost got it.” 

After you get his tie off you cheer, “Hell yes, you are free.” 

Colby mirrors you and raises his arms in the air before beginning to unbutton his shirt. At this point you decide you should make get undressed yourself, you walk over to your bag and attempt to remove your dress. Your struggle is noticed by Colby as he walks up behind you and unzips your dress for you. 

“Oh, why thank you, great sir.” You laugh and remove your dress. 

“Of course m’ lady.” Colby removes his shirt and begins removing his pants while occasionally glancing at you. 

“So..apparently Hunter thinks we should fuck.” 

You turn around laughing, “Are you serious.”

“Oh yeah.” Colby makes an ‘o’ shape with his mouth. 

“Well, Lita asked me again if we are a thing.” You say while pulling up your shorts. 

“Yep, that’s what Hunter started with. He asks me every week.” 

“Every week?” You unclasp your bra and begin to pull your shirt over your head. 

“Yes. Every. Fucking. Week.” 

“I can’t help but feel your possibly exaggerating.” Colby looks at you when your head pops out of your tee shirt. 

“Oh-ho baby am I not.” You laugh at him and jump back on the bed. 

After Colby finishes getting changed he jumps onto his bed and begins flipping through the tv while you scroll around on your phone. Soon you two lay down for bed after 20 minutes of you both attempting to sleep and the soft sound of the tv filling room Colby speaks up. 

“Y/n? Are you awake?” Colby’s voice is slightly groggy.

“Yes, what’s up?” You are both facing the opposite direction. 

“Are we fucking up?”

After a few seconds you respond, “How do you mean?” You lie, you clearly know what it’s about. 

“I mean-“ Colby rolls over, the sound of him causes you to roll over as well. “Are we missing out on a real relationship with each other. Because I for one wouldn’t be opposed to being in a serious relationship with you. I would gladly call you my girl in a heartbeat.”

“You would?” You ask softly. 

Colby gets out of his bed and walks the few feet over to yours, you sit up as he stands in front of you. “Yes, I would.” 

You two are still in the dark, the only light filling the room is from the tv which leaves you two barely visible to each other’s facial expressions. 

“If I told you I would gladly like being called your girl..in a heartbeat-“

Colby leans down to kiss you, you kiss back without any hesitation. Colby pushes you back on the bed and begins hovering over you while going to kiss you again. You begin to lift the hem of his shirt while he moves to kiss your neck. 

“Ya know, I almost pushed you up against the wall in the hallway when you were hiking up your dress.” Colby moves his hand up your thigh and underneath your shorts. 

You chuckle. 

“I am serious y/n.” Colby smirks at you. “You looked..real fucking good. I couldn’t help myself from thinking about you and-” 

You pull him in for a kiss, “You talk too much Colby.”

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Seth Rollins - Took you long enough

Prompt: Could I make a Seth Rollins request? Something cuts and fluffy where the reader has been with him for a long time. Even before him getting into wwe. And they’re still not engaged/married yet and the reader is wondering when he’ll propose. I just have this image of Seth sneaking peeks at her Pinterest to get ideas for a ring and stuff. Idk if that makes sense at all but I hope it does 🙊 Requested: by anon Warnings: None Words: 1800+

You and Seth had been together for a long time. You went to the same high school back in Davenport. He was popular, known by everyone and you, well you weren’t the bottom of the food chain. You had your group of friendships and you didn’t really stray from them. You knew Seth from the moment you started high school. He didn’t know you. Your first official meeting was when he joined your local gym. You were both 16. You quickly found out that both of you had a love for wrestling and wanted to get into the business. From then on you spent every day together, working out and training together. At first, you just hung out at the gym but your friendship soon evolved to hanging out at school and people quickly noticed. When the two of you started dating you were the talk of your school. 

No one thought your relationship would last but then you made it to a year and then graduation. And now here you are over 10 years later, still together and now in the wwe together. Your relationship has been through a lot. Both of you decided to follow your dreams to become wrestlers that caused some problems in your relationship. Distance being the main one and injuries for both you and Seth. Over the years you went to different promotions and Seth was offered a wwe contract before you. You travelled the world while Seth worked through NXT and onto the main roster. 

You were so proud of him. Eventually, you had made a big enough name for yourself on the indies that you got offered a contract. You were in NXT for a year and now here you are, finally with Seth on raw. 

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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

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.

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April 3rd, 2015 

The day my idol retired from the WWE

Opal and glass gold-mounted pendant by René Lalique, c. 1900.

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.

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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Seth Rollins - Wedding Day

Prompt: Marrying Seth Rollins Requested: nope Warnings: None Words: 3200+

“Should I get into my dress yet?” You asked taking another sip of champagne as Bayley and Ember put their final touches on your hair and makeup.

“Probably a good-“ your mum was cut off by a knock at the door. Renee quickly ran over to open it.

“Dean, Roman you guys aren’t supposed to be here!” She exclaimed closing the door slightly “you don’t get to see her before the wedding”

“Calm down we aren’t marrying her” you heard Dean’s rough voice say

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