#(intermission while i shake ass to crazy form again)

[cheollipop]

i was busy rewatching the mv like three times sorry but we know sounds fucking amazing im ascending

[twinklelilstarkey]

Warmth - Jamie Oleksiak

Words: 1.8k+

Type: Fluff

Summary: Jamie seeks the comfort of his pregnant girlfriend after a bad game.

Warnings: Female!Reader. Pregnant!Reader and not so good things about pregnancy (morning sickness, not being able to sleep/eat, aching feet and legs...). Very soft Jamie.

Dallas Stars lost. 

They lost another game of the season and while everybody on the opposite team celebrated, the men who wear green have their heads hanging low, disappointed with their defeat.

You weren’t able to watch the game in the actual arena, but you did watch it on the TV. You saw everything go down, from the endless goals of the opposite team to the frustrated plays of the Stars.

You’re pregnant, already on your 8th month, belly big as heck. And you have been having not a not so good time since this 3rd trimester started. Morning sickness returned, feet swell and ache from standing, sleeping is hard in any position. 

You have just been struggling. Another day another struggle.

Your boyfriend, and baby daddy, Jamie Oleksiak had to almost hold you down when he was about to leave for the game. He wanted you to rest while you just wanted to go out and support him at the game. 

You didn’t sleep at all the night before since every position seemed too uncomfortable, and you also couldn’t keep much food down. You honestly didn’t have all that many arguments that could’ve helped you go. So, yes, you stayed home. 

You wore his jersey, as your own superstition since you started dating, and sat comfortably on the couch with a water bottle by your side. Whenever in intermissions you would get up and walk around a bit to fight your aching legs over not moving, and, of course, your ass that had been falling asleep throughout the game.

You were sad over them losing, but you weren’t disappointed. You know they have the strength to come back from this.

When the game was over, you still watched a bit more of TV and some of the press, but after so many adjustments to your pillows throughout the 3 hours, you lose your fight over your exhaustion while laying back on the pillows.

Not too long after, Jamie is able to get home. His head is still hanging low, eyes on the ground as he drags his feet out of the car and inside his home.

Ever since you had started showing the slightest bump, Jamie has been attached to you. When at home, he is the clingiest human possible, always seeking comfort and warmth from you and your pregnant self. And now, after such a bad loss, he just wants to be by your side.

As he steps inside the house, he’s not surprised over seeing that the lights are still on. You tend to walk around the house when you can’t sleep, so it has been a habit to turn every light off once getting home.

What did surprise him was the slight murmur of a debate on a sports channel coming from the living room. And his heart squeezes as he lays his eyes on you.

You’re sleeping on your side, half seated, blanked over your legs as the green jersey covers most of your body, even with the bump, and you just look so peaceful.

You have been having a hard time sleeping, but he can’t let you sleep on the couch. It is not only for your benefit, but also because he won’t hear the end of it when you can’t stop complaining about back pain tomorrow morning.

He takes a seat right beside you on the couch easily over it being wide enough for you two, and his hand rests over your belly. He caresses it for a bit over the jersey and looks up.

“Babe” He whispers, bringing his hand to your shoulder just to give you a slight shake.

Your eyes blink open and you stare for a few seconds in confusion at what’s in front of you. Your eyes, slowly, end up finding Jamie, who is still wearing his grey suit, the exact same one that he left the house in.

“Got to go to bed, you can’t sleep here” He whispers at you.

You breathe in deeply as the slightest bit of rest sets in your body and once you relax back onto to the couch, Jamie leans over, laying a kiss over your cheek.

“Come on” He encourages.

He stands slowly, and, right after, he extends his hand towards you, offering his help to make you sit and get up from the very comfortable couch.

You grab it gently and slowly rise to sit, taking a few seconds for self reassurance that it won’t be that long of a walk to the bed. Jamie pulls you up and as you stand, you lean onto his chest.

“I saw the game.” You whisper into his shirt.

His hands lay over your shoulders and he sighs while giving them a slight squeeze.

“Unfortunately.” He comments in a half joking tone.

You poke his side and a small grin grows over his face. Without any other exchange of words, Jamie pushes you to the side and you follow his movements, finally making your way to the bedroom.

The walk down the hallway wasn’t all that bad, the stairs was the worst part, but you got there.

You sit back on the bed defeated by exhaustion and Jamie starts taking his blazer off. He quickly enters the walk in closet to change into more comfortable clothes and your eyes follow him in. You still have to change shirts, but your body definitely has other ideas. Sleeping being one of them.

Jamie comes back in just a pair of his softest sweatpants and with a shirt on his hand. He walks back to you and lays the shirt on the bed, beside you.

You grin at his soft look as he motions at you to hold your arms up and he’s quick to help you out of the jersey and into the oversized t-shirt. As he goes to discard it at the laundry bin, you start adjusting your pillows, trying to do the exact same concoction that you figured out while downstairs.

Jamie is probably still going to be awake for a few more hours since it’s still 10pm but you are a fallen soldier, there’s no way you’re still going to do anything else but sleep. You lay/sit against your crazy amount of pillows and grab your phone from the nightstand.

Jamie comes back from the bathroom and practically throws himself on the bed. His arms find you soon enough and while you’re distracted by your phone, he lays his head on your chest, super gentle, minding every little bit of soreness you could have in your body.

You discard your phone right after that, your hands go to his head and your fingers soon start playing with his hair, something he has grown obsessed with  ever since you two started dating.

His large hand rests over your belly, caressing every inch of it as his own eyes follow his movements. The silence of the room is comforting, the only audible sound being your breathing and the ticking of the alarm clock on his side of the bed.

You press a kiss at the crown on his head as your arms wrap around him and pull him impossibly closer to you. He closes his eyes as you squeeze him comfortingly and just lays still, accepting your hold with all his being.

As you lay another kiss over his head and loosen your hold on him, you feel him completely relax beside you. It is almost as you took all the weight from his shoulders and threw it all away.

“I love you” He whispers against your shirt, voice muffled by your chest.

“I love you too” You whisper back.

Jamie lays still for a second and all of a sudden, right after his hand starts moving against your belly again, he lifts his head from your chest and brings it over your stomach.

You smile as soft kisses start being laid over your shirt on your skin and you stare at the back of your boyfriend’s head lovingly.  Your fingers play with his hair slowly and Jamie continues to show his affection towards you and the bump silently.

Even though you feel exhausted, you really can’t bring yourself to push him away or try to close your eyes. You just can’t miss this.

You grab the TV remote and turn it on. The volume already extremely low over Jamie lowering it last night as you slept for your first and final hour and he zapped away through channels.

His eyes lift up to the screen and he rests his head just a tiny bit on your belly. Your warmth can be felt over your shirt and that is insanely comforting to him. 

All his worries seem to have evaporated and all he can think of is how he can’t wait for his little boy to be born.

It’s still weird to imagine that there’s a baby under his head and hand, but he can’t express how excited he is to just... have him and to hold him.

Everything seems so surreal to him and you’re already on your 8th month.

He looks up at you, turning his head to the opposite side of the TV screen, and he finds you fighting off sleep as your hand keeps on caressing his head.

“I’ll let you go to sleep now” He says in a whisper.

You nod and he lifts his head from your stomach, even though it was practically just hovering over it. You adjust yourself on the bed to your preferred position, on your side. Jamie throws and tucks the covers over you, making you smile at him.

He kisses your cheek quickly and you’re quick to cup his face with your hands before he could pull away, beard slightly harsh over your soft palms. You lean in and lay a soft peck on his lips.

As you pull away, he follows you and starts peppering your lips with kisses. You smile against his lips and he starts kissing your cheeks and jaw.

“If you need anything, you already know” He tells you as he pulls away to look you in the eyes.

You nod, still smiling, and he pulls you in another kiss. Your eyes close at the softness of the kiss and you caress his cheeks with your thumbs.

He pulls away a final time and lays back on the bed beside you. His hand rests over your belly on top of the covers and you finally close your eyes.

In the space of a few minutes, you fall asleep and Jamie is left staring lovingly at you and your sleeping form. His hand caresses unconsciously your belly once more and he decides to turn off the TV.

He stares at you for a little bit and right on the same second, he turns on his side and scoots over to you. His arms wrap around you and he snuggles close to your stomach, welcoming your warmth under the covers.

And soon enough, with just a few peaceful and warm minutes, he falls asleep right next to you with no worries on his mind.

Like I said before, this was written in between classes today. I hope it’s good, I never wrote for him so... *fingers crossed* 🥰

[devendrasbeard]

I’ll Take The Smooth With The Rough

Prompt: Forced Orgasm Relationships: Eskel/Yennefer of Vengerberg  Rating: E  Content Warnings: Semi-Public Sex, Forced Orgasm, Vibrators, Power Play, Dom/sub Undertones Content Summary: Eskel joins Yennefer at the annual charity gala. He also agrees to her cunning plan to make the evening more entertaining for them both.

  Also on ao3!

There were only a few things that Eskel really regretted in life. One of them was definitely agreeing to whatever crazy idea Yennefer had without hearing her out first.

The annual charity gala was coming up and Yennefer, being a generous sponsor of the case in question, was invited to a chamber concert at the local opera.

“I’m always bored at such events,” she purred in Eskel’s ear while he was trying to read his book. “Thought bringing you along could spice up the performance for me a little.” A quick bite to his earlobe was indication enough as to what kind of entertainment Yen was up for.

Eskel agreed to whatever she had planned. He expected them to sneak out mid-performance for a quick bathroom fuck or maybe a hasty handjob at the back of the dark foyer. He didn’t expect the remote controlled vibrator now nestled between his ass cheeks as he waited for Yen to arrive at the venue.

He was wearing a burgundy suit, perfectly tailored to hug his broad frame. His hair was slicked back with pomade and tied in a man bun. He didn’t wear a tie, though, opting for two opened buttons at the top of his shirt instead.

The weight of the small vibrator inside of him gave him a delightful feeling of being full and the idea of being pleasured in a public place made his skin feel too tight.

It was the remote that was solely under Yennefer’s control that made him more anxious than excited.

And then she arrived, all elegant and lean and sexy. Her hair was let loose, black waves of thick locks falling onto her bare shoulders. She swapped her usual black choker for a wide luxurious necklace adorned with Swarovski crystals, matching her shimmering black dress perfectly. The dress hugged her lean frame tightly, leaving almost no space for imagination, the short front showcasing her legs, the back finished with a long train. She didn’t bother to wear a coat or a jacket, save for a silk scarf draped loose on her forearms.

She locked eyes with him, standing at the other end of the corridor, and reached into her purse with a smirk. A jolt of pleasure wandered along Eskel’s spine as he felt the device in him turn to life. He had to fake a cough to cover the needy moan that almost left his lips.

Yennefer approached him with a mischievous smile and kissed his cheek. “You look so dapper, darling. Would be a shame if something ruined that elegant bearing of yours.” Then the vibrations inside him stopped.

“I’m not gonna survive this,” he whispered into Yen’s ear, brushing her long black hair away.

“It’s for charity,” she smiled cunningly and squeezed his shoulder. “I’m sure you can endure a two-hours long opera performance.”

“You know damn well what I’m talking about,” he replied through gritted teeth, snaking an arm around her waist.

Yennefer only laughed, then pressed a quick kiss to his neck and whispered, “I’m more than ready to test your limits. Shall we?” She hooked her arm around his elbow and led him to the concert hall.

*****

They were ushered to their seats in one of the back rows to watch the opera. Ten minutes into the performance, Eskel felt the vibrations again and he was more than grateful that the hall was almost completely dark, all lights focused on the stage and the artists there. He shifted awkwardly in his seat, exhaling deeply, looking daggers at Yennefer - how come he agreed to this? Yen kept looking forward, gaze focused, watching the woman on stage perform an especially emotional part of an aria. She seemed absolutely unfazed by Eskel squirming in his seat, save for a slight cunning smile dancing at the edge of her lips.

She reached into her purse again and a second later another, stronger jolt of pleasure shook Eskel’s frame. He huffed, feeling the vibrations sending waves of arousal straight to his cock. His hands gripped the armrests firmly as he tried to steady his breath and not let the bulge in his pants grow. Yen leaned towards him with a worried expression. “Are you okay, darling? You look unwell,” she cooed into his ear.

Eskel couldn’t reply, too afraid he’d moan as soon as he’d opened his mouth. Instead he closed his eyes, locked his jaw and dug his fingers into Yennfer’s thigh. A quiet mischievous laugh left her lips, as another series of vibrations ran through Eskel’s body. He already felt hot, too aroused for his own good, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. The device inside him felt so good, hitting all the right spots, sending waves of desire straight towards his already strained cock. Squirming in his seat, grabbing onto Yen’s leg for dear life, made him feel embarrassed, dirty, but at the same time the perspective of getting caught or being seen made his blood boil with excitement.

Yennefer turned to face him, then grabbed his hand that held her thigh in a steel grip and slid it further up her leg. She locked eyes with him as she slowly guided his hand under the hem of her dress, so that he could get a feel of her bare flesh. She wasn’t wearing any underwear, of course. The moment he touched her and felt her already wet with slick, she raised a brow at him and clicked another button on her remote. Eskel’s hips bucked up involuntarily and he ended up biting into his fist to muffle the obscene whine that left his lips.

A few moments before the intermission started, Eskel grabbed Yennefer’s hand and jolted out of the hall, dragging her along. He moved fast towards the bathrooms, his feet eating the ground, absolutely disregarding the sound of Yennefer’s high heels trotting hastily behind him.

As soon as he closed the ladies’ room door behind them, he grabbed her neck, hard, pushing her mouth towards his and kissing her wildly, like a feral animal. She slumped in his arms at the sensation but only for a second, quickly coming to her wit and kissing him back with equal fierceness. And then the vibrator shook Eskel to the core again.

“You’re a fucking witch,” he growled against her mouth, pressing his whole body to her little frame. “You want me to spend another hour squirming in my seat like this?!”

“I’ll leave you alone as soon as you come,” she whispered softly against his cheek, but Eskel felt as if she’d held a knife to his throat. “Do you want to come for me, my love?” she pushed him gently against the wall and started fumbling with his belt, making Eskel immediately feel weak in his knees.

His ears were filled with the sound of his quickly beating heart and the buzzing of the vibrator inside of him. “Yen, please,” was all he could manage.

“‘Please stop’ or 'please more’?” she asked, already sliding one hand down his pants to palm at his erection. “You have to be more specific, darling.”

Eskel inhaled sharply, throwing his head back, the amount of pleasurable sensations too many to handle. His skin was hot, his mind dazed and on fire, the spiking arousal making him feel dizzy and weak. He succumbed to Yennefer’s touch, his hips bucking with every gentle caress against his crotch. “Fuck, Yennefer,” he whispered her name like a curse and tumbled with her into one of the empty stalls, quickly locking the door behind them.

And then Yennefer’s hands were all over him, caressing his abs under the untucked shirt, grabbing and squeezing at his hard cock. She turned him around to face the wall and he instinctively bucked his hips towards her, only to feel the vibrator pulsating stronger inside him. Yen pressed her cheek to his back, her one hand still tucked inside his boxers, working him firmly and in rhythm with the device nestled deep within him. “Come for me, darling,” her voice was hot and soft in his ear.

Another jolt of pleasure, another pulse of arousal shot through him and his hips stuttered as he gasped and writhed under her touch. “Yen, please, I can’t…” he pleaded, voice small and shaking. But her grip was unforgiving, stroking him steadily, disregarding his stifled gasps and moans. “We’re in public, I can’t possibly… Ah!”

“Come, darling,” she purred, her voice causing goosebumps on his neck.

And as he bucked his hips again, his cock still in Yennefer’s grip, he heard a buzz of lighthearted conversations coming from outside of the stalls. A group of ladies has entered the bathrooms and they were chatting about this evening’s performance. Eskel froze in his place, his breath heavy, his hand immediately on his mouth to suppress his obscene moans. Yennefer seemed not to notice the people outside of the stall as she didn’t stop stroking him - in fact, she increased her pace and clicked quickly on the vibrator’s remote. Eskel groaned into his fist, his head falling and hips jolting forward.

“I told you to come,” Yennefer’s silky voice was unforgiving.

Eskel shook his head in a last attempt to talk her out of this, but he was already too lost in his pleasure - his breath quickened, his heart beating faster, his teeth biting painfully into his lower lip, as Yennefer led him to completion. His orgasm shook him to the core, his legs trembling and a lewd moan escaping his lips, followed by a loud “Fucking gods!”

He pressed his forehead to the cold tiles of the bathroom’s wall and exhaled deeply as Yen took her hand out of his pants and the vibrator finally stopped moving inside of him. He turned to face her, feeling boneless, spent and slightly embarrassed. The ladies outside of their stall have definitely heard his heated groans and sobs.

“I fucking hate you sometimes,” he sighed, taking in the sight of his now ruined pants.

“You love me,” Yennefer purred against his mouth, kissing him softly and brushing the stray strands of dark hair from his damp forehead. “And I love you too,” she added lightly, pressing her silk scarf into his hands, exiting the stall and leaving Eskel to deal with his stained trousers and the interested stares of the women gathered in the bathroom.

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@witcher-rarepair-summer-bingo

[reallyhardy]

regent’s open air theatre LSOH (2018) breakdown

act two. continuing on from [this post about act one!]

after the intermission they went back into mushnik’s for ‘call back in the morning’ which featured the ensemble in the number with a bunch of telephones kind of tangling/tying up audrey and seymour with them, but by the end they’d all been disentangled - it looked so chaotic i was so impressed with how well organised it was to free them by the end of the song :’) found a backstage clip showing some ensemble members from this scene:

then it was time for more heartbreak!!! the scene where seymour shows audrey his leather jacket. i kinda loved the jacket itself tbh, it had all this fringe on the back and sleeves (which was another visual call to audrey ii in drag queen form, who wears a jacket with chain “fringe” on the sleeves) and there was a rhinestone plant and ‘seymour’ written in rhinestones. but of course audrey is horrified and backed herself up against the wall and started crying and after seymour threw the jacket away they go into suddenly seymour which was done quite sweetly - seymour handed her his ‘kleenex’ (but it was a wet wipe because she actually did take off her lipstick with it)

ALSO notably there to cast a sinister light on the emotional moment - the mushnik’s shop rotates to reveal the audrey ii plant, which was grinning behind audrey and seymour as they hug at the end of the song. LOVED THIS extremely ominous the fact that the plant was smiling evilly behind them was just chef’s kiss things are about to go horribly wrong.

but anyway. now that seymour and audrey are ‘official’ they kiss!!! kind of. it was more like… seymour leaned in and kissed her nose and then sort of…slid his face down kind of towards her mouth??? it was so awkward but...v cute :’)

and of course now that we’re in act ii things are going a little worse and it’s definitely showing on seymour, who has not been beaming nearly so much and looks pretty stressed out and upset a lot of the time. by suppertime he’s freaking out and looks genuinely so mad and angry with himself when mushnik gets eaten by the plant: which was done by having the plant mouth open, mushnik step inside, and then drag queen audrey ii step up behind and attack while vines close in, and then the mouth closes up:

i think... there was more of audrey ii trying to be flirtatious with seymour either before or after this, but he is much more disgusted by it and doesn’t have to try to snap himself out of it:

(note by this point audrey ii’s wig no longer resembles OG audrey’s, and by now seymour hates her guts.) this continues into ‘the meek shall inherit’ and i loved the staging of this one because the ensemble are still in black-and-white but now wearing these pink-green gloves with pointy ends (so they look like audrey ii’s vines) and they had vines extending out from the scenery/props too, all closing in on seymour who’s freaking out even more.

in this one matt willis made multiple quick changes to play all the different characters trying to buy seymour/the plant, and he was brill each time (this wasn’t all of the looks but it was all i could find from the show trailer:)

oh, and when it came to the “then there’s audrey” part of the song, seymour takes the kleenex from suddenly seymour out of his pocket.

so seymour plots to try and kill audrey ii by grabbing a bunch of weapons (and tying a green rambo-style headband around his head) but before he can get to it audrey comes in with her seymour-costume!!! (she was even shorter next to seymour then because she was wearing converse instead of heels) and argghhh it was just so cute!!! and the sweater she put on was the one she had to come back for during ‘feed me’ which was a cute touch.

(i could only find a design sketch for the main actress in that costume, but did also find her understudy rosalind james in the same outfit.) then... sadness again though because then they go into the ‘would you still like me/i’d still love you’ scene. ‘somewhere that’s green’ plays instrumental while seymour promises he’ll find them a better life. they do their adorable little awkward kiss again and then audrey leaves.

heading toward the end then into suppertime reprise/sominex, and then the confrontation… the whole time me knowing what’s coming i was just like audrey don’t but then of course…audrey does. (also she had another costume change, this time into a half-blue-half-pink nightdress with a transparent pink raincoat on top.)

she steps into the plant ‘mouth’ and audrey ii bites her neck vampire style (so there’s no doubt that she has been wounded, no “she just fell asleep because of the sominex” theory here,) before seymour can get her out.

somewhere that’s green reprise of course i was crying again – the actress kind of played the ‘when i die, which should be very shortly’ line for funnies rather than sincerely BUT. then she went into the reprise and ohhh my god i was so sad watching seymour hold her. i noticed they never really properly kissed on the mouth (because seymour’s bad at kissing) but he was really desperately hugging her and shaking and kissing her all over on her shoulders and her hands and it was DEVASTATING.

after audrey dies seymour kept crying her name which was…i thought a bit much but sure, why not. he was sad. then he carried her to the plant and she stood up and walked backwards so they were looking at each other as she went into the plant’s “mouth” and he held onto her hands as long as he could. (this time there were no vines and the drag queen version of audrey ii wasn’t there either so it was more of an emotional parting than watching a violent/comical death.)

after that seymour tries to kill the plant (drag queen audrey ii was standing above, on top of the mushnik store prop) so he shot at her first with his halloween prop gun and then tossed the boxes of rat poison into the plant mouth, and then of course charged into the mouth and the vines are back and grab and crush him and then he’s dead. RIP that silly fool who i loved.

then it’s don’t feed the plants! the urchins come out and are wearing new outfits and open the number…

then there was the ‘characters come back onstage as plant buds’ version of the ending, but oh my god. this was so much fun i loved it so much. mushnik, orin, audrey and seymour dash out of the plant opening wearing audrey ii-ified costumes and!!! it was amazing. mushnik was in a sparkly green sequin jacket and kilt, orin was wearing his black combat boots  and a sequin minidress, audrey was wearing a big poofy 1950s-ish (you know, because of her somewhere thats green dreams) pink-and-blue dress with flowers and little white gloves (and still her glasses) (and i remember as she ran out on stage she mouthed WHAT THE FUCK lmao) and seymour’s was this big puffy clown suit (probably because…he’s kind of a fool) over his blue shirt (now with sparkly red blood on it, implying that his arms/legs have been eaten) and all the ensemble also had similar crazy plant looks, very flytrap with a lot of teeth and big floppy tongues.

seymour and audrey had the little ‘we’ll have tomorrow’ line too which made my LSOH-obsessed ass get tearful again too - they grabbed each others hands for it and !!! my emotions.

there were a few bows after that but then audrey ii interrupted and was like wait we ain’t finished!!! and they did mean green mother from outer space as this huge dance number which was extremely fun. this finale was very similar to how the spongebob musical ends - after the song they tossed huge green beach balls into the audience and had a huge confetti cannon explosion. of course i went nuts for it lmao. and the best part is that THERE IS A VIDEO ON YOUTUBE:

and then it was over. iirc it took a total 10 hours for my sister travelling there and back in on day, but it was 1000% worth it!!! next post: gonna look at costumes in detail!!!

[monsteramongmen-tamer]

#149: “Since when have we ever been friends?”  &  #155: “It isn’t what it looks like! Okay… Maybe it is…”   -Aleister Black.

Thanks to the anon who sent me this request! I hope you like it! This is over 2.4k words long, so sorry? I can never seem to make a drabble, well, just a drabble. 

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If there was one word to describe you, it would be misunderstood. Whenever you’re at work, it seemed like your co-workers were constantly avoiding you. Like they think you’re weird or you’ll hurt them. You didn’t know why they would think this.

Your character on NXT was a little on the crazy side, but that was just a character. No one has given you the chance to prove that’s not who you really are.  Then again, you have only been on the roster for a few weeks. WWE signed you after you competed in the Mae Young Classic. Unfortunately, you didn’t make it too far, but you seemed to be a fan favorite. So they took a chance with you.

While you were touring with the live shows, you usually kept to yourself, since everyone was busy worrying about themselves anyway.

During catering while in some small town in Iowa, Nikki Cross came up and sat with you, with the rest of the Sanity crew.

You gave them kind of a strange look, “Hey guys...what’s up?”

“We just saw ya sitting alone over here, figured we’d join ya. Give ya some company. We notice you’re kind of an outcast like us.” Nikki said.

You laughed nervously, “Well thanks, it’s nice to have company once in awhile.”

All of you just sat and talked about all sorts of things. You didn’t realize you had so many things in common with each of them. It was nice to know. And it was nice they came over and sat with you and took the opportunity to get to know you. It felt good.

You couldn’t help but notice out of the corner of your eye, Aleister Black staring at you from across the room. He was sitting at a different table with Drew McIntyre and Roderick Strong. He was engaged in conversation, but his eyes were on you. You pretended not to notice and looked away quickly. Maybe he didn’t notice. Then you looked again, but he was still looking. He nodded his head at you. When you nodded back, he turned away and was back talking to the guys.

Why was he looking at you? You’ve never talked to him before. He liked to keep to himself for the most part. Or that’s what it seemed from the short time you’ve been around. You had no idea.

While getting ready for the show, the girl doing your makeup was talking to you about the puppy she just got. You weren’t really paying attention, just giving the occasional “Yep” “Mhm” and nodding your head when it seemed appropriate.

“Y/N.” A voice behind you said, getting your attention.

You turned around.

“Did you hear anything I just said?” Peyton Royce asked you.

“About what?” You asked.

She rolled her eyes, “About the show tonight. They’re switching things up.”

Peyton went on and told you what was happening, but you spaced off again, only catching bits and pieces.

She leaned her head to meet your gaze, “Did you get it that time?”

“Yep. Got it.” You said.

Totally a lie. You were so distracted.

You couldn’t get your mind off of Aleister and his staring. He has made you so curious. But you didn’t want to ask him about it because you’ve never talked to the guy before. That would be weird. He could easily deny it or something.

It was time for your match and you wished you had listened to Peyton because she beat your ass out there, bad.  

After your match when you left the ring, you were making your way back to the locker room to change. Your head was down and not paying attention when suddenly you collided with another body.

They dropped whatever they had in their hand and you bent down to help pick it up, “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry I wasn’t paying attent-.” When you looked up, you swallowed the huge lump that formed in your throat.

It was Aleister.

He took his things from your hands and stared at you. Saying nothing, he just nodded and continued on his way. Just like he did before.

WHAT THE HELL.

You managed to make it back to the locker room without running into anyone else.

As soon as you made it through the door, you just leaned back against it and sighed.

“You okay?” Ember asked you.

You gasped. You thought you were alone. “Sorry, you scared me. Yeah. I’m good. Didn’t know there was anyone in here.”

“It’s all good, I was just leaving to head to the ring. You sure you’re okay though?” She asked, seeming concerned.

“Yes. I am, promise.” You said, fake smile appearing on your face.

She looked at you suspiciously, “Okay, but if you ever want someone to talk to around here, you can come find me anytime. I know how it can get being on the road and being the new girl and all.”

“That would be awesome. Thank you, Ember.” You said, with a real smile on your face this time.

This was the first time since being here, minus Sanity in catering, that someone had offered to...talk to you or anything. And Ember seemed really nice.

You couldn’t let this distract you though.

Why were you so bothered by just staring? People stared all the time. There was something about him though that intrigued you…

Ugh.

Trying to shake it off, you managed to get changed and gather your things and prepare to go to the next city and get to your hotel. Maybe getting some sleep would do you some good.

To your luck, you managed not to get much sleep. Your brain wouldn’t shut off. You couldn’t stop thinking about Aleister. You were asking yourself so many questions that you couldn’t answer. For example: why was he staring in the first place? Were you funny looking? Did he like you? (No way that’s the right answer) Were there rumors going around about me? Or did he just have a staring problem? You had to know.

You had to come up with some sort of plan. But what? You didn’t know anything about the guy.

Something came to mind, but it was risky. It was something that would give you a chance to get to know him a little better, maybe, but if you got caught...that would be bad.

Morning came and you went to work out. Most of your co-workers were at the gym as well, including Aleister. You did your best to keep your cool, which you thought you did a pretty good job at.

Your workout was done, breakfast was ate and you had some free time in the city.

When it was time to head to the arena, your stomach started to feel twisted.  

You got ready like normal and everyone was doing their own thing. You saw what locker room Aleister was in and took note. You also started to wonder if you were a little crazy.

Probably.

The show had begun and your match was in the first half. Which meant that you would have time to do what you wanted to do...hopefully.

Aleister’s match was right after intermission and you were ready. You just hoped that you didn’t get caught.

Once his match started, you got into position. Whatever that meant. You just made sure no one was around to see you go into his locker room.

You waited a few minutes until after the match started, that way it wasn’t too obvious.

Once you were in there, you went to his things. You weren’t sure what you were going to accomplish, but you were going to try.

It was stupid though because you were only traveling a couple days. He only had clothes and hygiene products. Shit.

You moved to the next small bag and as you were bent over, you heard the door open. You shot up and your eyes got wide. The guy’s match was over and made their way back to their locker room.

They all just stood in the doorway and stood at you.

“It isn’t what it looks like! Okay… Maybe it is..” You said.

You could feel your cheeks burning with embarrassment and got the hell out of there. You ran to your locker room and locked yourself in the first bathroom stall.

You whispered quietly to yourself, “I knew that was a stupid idea. Why are you so stupid?”

Tears were falling down your face.

The locker room door opened and you heard a soft tap on the stall you were in.

“Hey Y/N, you okay?” Ember asked. She seemed to be very good at being around when you were upset.

You took a deep breath and did your best to talk normal, “All good in here.”

“Now I know you’re lying. I saw you rush in here after being in the guy’s locker room. If you don’t want to talk, that’s fine, I am just making sure you’re okay.” She said.

Why was she being so nice to you?

You decided to get out of the stall you were in. You opened the door slowly and Ember could see how upset you were.

You went over and sat down. She followed.

“Yeah, I... don’t really want to get into it, but I did something stupid and made a fool of myself. Now I’m sure the entire guy’s locker room think I’m some sort of freak.”  You said looking at the ground.

She rubbed your shoulder trying to comfort you, “I’m sure they don’t think that. Can I ask what you were doing in their locker room?”

“If I tell you, then you’ll think I’m a freak too.” You said, still avoiding eye contact.

“No judgement here, promise.”

You looked up at her. “Okay...So I have been getting a weird vibe from one of the guys and instead of confronting him about it like a normal human being, I decided to be a snoop and got caught. I thought I would have enough time, but obviously I was waayyy wrong. I am so stupid.”

She wrapped her arms around you, “You are not stupid. You just made one mistake. And I’m sure no one saw anything.”

“Yeah, you should have seen their faces…” You said.

Ember was silent for a moment.

“Can I ask you something?” You asked, turning to face her.

She nodded.

“I don’t want to come off as rude or anything, because I don’t mean to be, but why all of a sudden are you being so nice to me and care?” You asked.

She chuckled a bit, “Well, I don’t mean for it to be all of a sudden. You seem cool and I just didn’t know how to start talking to you. I have social anxiety just like everyone else. Looks like we have some things in common.”

That made you laugh. “Yeah. Well thank you. I have felt...out of place since I got here. I never know how to introduce myself to people so I just...don’t. So thanks. It’s nice to have a friend.”

“Yes. Now you have a friend around here. How ‘bout we get out of here and to the hotel so you can sleep this night off?” She suggested.

“I would love that..”

The two of you rode together to the hotel and made arrangements to have breakfast in the morning.

When you got to your room, you had it to yourself. Thank god.

You took a shower and got comfortable.

Just when you were about to go to bed and sleep off the horrible night, there was a light knock on your door.

You got up and looked through the peephole.

Fucking hell.  It was Aleister.

You slowly opened the door, but avoided his eyes.

“Hi, did you need something?” You asked.

He motioned towards your room, “May I come in for a minute?”

You opened the door all the way and let him in. He closed the door him. You sat on the corner of the bed, messing with your fingernails.

What did he want?

Aleister sat down in the office chair across from you. The two of you were quiet for what felt like eternity.

“So…” He scooted the chair closer to you, “Do you want to tell me why you were going through my stuff today?”

You felt like you were going to throw up. You wanted to run away and never come back.

“Not really. You probably think I am a freak or a thief or something to that matter. So what’s the point?” You said.

He sighed, “I do not think that, but I am curious.”

You looked at him, “Why have you been staring at me the last couple days?”

“I am very captivated by you.” He said, like it was nothing.

“What? Really? You are?” You asked, like he was a crazy man.

He chuckled. You have never really seen the man smile before. It was beautiful.

“Is that so hard to believe?” He asked.

“I mean, maybe. It’s not everyday one of the hottest guys from work tell you something like that…” You said, immediately regretting it.

He laughed again, but didn’t say anything.

“You don’t say much, do you?” You asked.

“Not particularly.” He said.

“See, that is why I was snooping today… Not a good enough reason, but I was just trying to learn more about you and obviously failed.” You said.

“Well why didn’t you just ask me?” He asked.

“Because I was afraid…” You said, quietly. You shot your head back to the ground.

Aleister scooted the chair even closer to you and grabbed your chin so you were looking at him, “Afraid of what?”

“...you.”

He just smiled then let go of your face, “Do I really come off as scary?”

“Well I have only been here for a few weeks and haven’t really talked to anyone. It is only a first impression.” You said.

He got up and walked towards the door and turned to you, “Well, then I guess I will have to make a few more impressions for you.”

“I guess so.” You agreed.

“Okay, I will see you later friend.” He said opening the door.

“Since when have we ever been friends?” You asked him, in a more sarcastic tone.

“Since now.” He said, smiling.

He then walked out the door and went back to his room. It wasn’t as bad as you were thinking, but...what exactly was that? And what did he mean by he would have to make more impressions for you? Guess you’ll just have to find out the hard way.