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staytiny-angel · 5 years

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Fun and Games

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Becky Lynch/Seth Rollins, mention of Drew McIntyre/Roman Reigns

Warnings: Dom/sub, bondage, blindfold, temperature play, orgasm denial. Tiny bit of Daddykink

Taglist: @sethsevolution @deepdisireslonging @swifteforeverandalways @scream-qween @the-beastslayers-queen @biforbecky2belts @thewrestlingwarehouse @godlymissbalor @wrestlemethis @theworldofotps @writinglionqueen @writtingrose

Summary: Becky helps Seth relax after a long week at work, then Seth turns the tables and thanks Becky for being so good to him. (AU)

Authors Note: Y'all should have known this was coming after last night. I had to. Damn near burnt my fucking self down with this one.

"Hey Spitfire" he greeted "On my way home now, be there in about 10, 15 minutes"

"You can't! I'm not ready!" the Irish born redhead replied panicking slightly

"Not ready? What are you doing? Sweetie, the meeting was a mess and I caught Roman and Drew doing things I didn't need to see my brother doing in Drew's office AGAIN. I just wanna come home have a beer and play some Madden"

"I know you've been stressed lately and I promise it's for a good reason…just…swing by the coffee shop and have a latte, it will be worth it and you'll need the energy" Becky pleaded "30 minutes, please…..for me?"

30 minutes later

"Baby I'm home!" Seth shouted walking into their house "Seriously, I do feel better after having a coffee and shooting the shit with Tony but why couldn't I just come home………." Seth trailed off as he walked into their living room and saw his wife sitting on the couch dressed in a black and yellow corset, matching garters that were holding up black fishnets and tall black boots.

"Oh…..fuck….me" he whispered

"That's…..kinda the plan baby" Becky says

"You look….you look….holy fuck" Seth babbled, trying to hold on to a single thought for more then 5 seconds but being unable to.

"Don't you like my new outfit?" she says rising and walking toward him.

"You look....wow...you look fucking fantastic" he finally manages to tell her. "Fucking hell...what did I do to deserve ...all of this"

"Well, I know work hasn't been easy lately, especially since Drew and Roman finally realized they were living in their miserable unrequited love together." She says helping him take his jacket off. "I just thought you deserved a little..... your time. Would you like that, Darling?"

"Also-fucking-lutley," Seth says without hesitation

"Follow me." She commands walking toward the bedroom.

"Yes, ma'am," Seth says, following his wife eagerly.

"So what are we..." Seth starts to say before Becky unceremoniously shoves him so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed.

"You aren't playing around," he gasps, already out of breath from excitement.

She shakes her head silently, putting a single manicured finger to her lips to signal him to be quiet as well before taking off his tie and using it to bind his arms behind his back.

"Spitfire, I don't think my new tie was made for…" Becky interrupts him by reaching down and gently taking hold of his semi-hard cock "Okay I'm going to just shut up now." He continues without missing a beat.

"Good idea baby," she says quietly, before moving behind him and rubbing his tension-filled shoulders and neck. "You can make noise but no talking unless I ask you a direct question. Understand?"

"Yes, Miss Rebecca" he replies

"Now, you've been such a very good husband lately, and we haven't gotten to play in quite a while." She says coming back around to face him and unbuttoning his black dress shirt as she talked. "I know babe, work has been such a…." Seth's words trail off when he realizes he'd spoken out of turn again.

Becky sighs and walks over to the night table to retrieve a wide strip of black ribbon. "Now you don't get to see me or what's coming," she says tying it around his head, before pressing her lips to his. "Now hush," she tells him firmly before pulling back and nibbling down his throat, causing him to let out a low moan.

"That's it, baby, you don't need to talk or think of a million miles an hour...just...focus...on...me."

He yelps as she runs a piece of ice down the wide strip of skin revealed by his open shirt but manages not to utter a word as she circles in around his hardened nipples and down his impressive six-pack to the edge of his black slacks "Good boy" she praises him "Does that feel good?"

"Yes. Yes, Miss Rebecca." he answers quickly

"How about this?" She murmurs, smiling when he let out a giggle at the touch of the long feather

"I'm not...hehehe...ticklish." He says trying to hold the childish sound in.

"Liar" she says tapping him on the nose with it, causing him to sneeze.

"So... fucking.....cute," she says laughing at the pout forming on his handsome face as she dropped the feather and straddled his lap, gently grinding her pussy against the hard bulge tenting his pants, wringing a long moan out of each of them.

"You...can...talk...now" She moans each word in time with the movement of her hips.

"Fuck..." Seth growls "What are you doing?"

"If you can manage not to come in your pants, you can do whatever you want to me once...I...come" she pants rocking her hips faster.

I'm swear I'm gonna eat that soaking wet pussy till you're screaming my fucking name" he grunts bucking his hips into her.

"Come on, Miss Rebecca," Seth says gritting his teeth against the tide of pleasure. "Çome for me, Spitfire. Come for Daddy, right....fucking...now"

"Seth!" Becky gasps his name as she comes hips bucking against his throbbing cock, Seth holding off his own orgasm by sheer force of will.

"Give me....one second and I'll untie you." She pants into his neck, not seeing the devious smirk that crosses her husband's face.

"Not. A. Problem," he says before pulling his wrists loose and flipping her onto her back in one movement. "You still aren't very good at knots babe." He smirks pulling the blindfold off. "Your such a cruel, teasing mistress, it's definitely payback time"

"Asshole.." she huffs "You could have gotten free the entire time?"

"I like when you take control just as much as I like being in control but..like Miss, Rebecca told me. It's my turn now and I...." He trails off as he unsnaps her corset. "Want to see my sexy wife's sexy as fuck body"

He hoisted her further up the bed to bury his face between her thighs pushing the material of her thong aside. Her slit received a long lick and she shivered against him, whimpering. "Seth...."

"No it's my turn now my beautiful little Spitfire, and you are just gonna have to lie there and take it." He growls before burying his face between her thighs, quickly licking his wife's way to a second orgasm, stopping just short of the mark

"Fuck......" She pants completely out of breath as Seth kneels up and goes for his belt buckle.

"That....is next on my agenda," he says breathing deeply as he takes his cock out and manhandles her until he's laying on the bed and she's straddling his hips, reaching back to grab on to the headboard he tells her "Ride me, Spitfire. You started this, you finish it."

"Seth.." she whined, flustered. "Please," she breathed, as she sunk down on his cock.

"Please what?" He called back softly, barely more than a whisper.

"Please touch me," she breathed out harshly, begging. A triumphant grin was flashed up at her.

"I am touching you," he assured, patronizingly innocent.

"Seth you asshole," she moaned with a combination of pleasure and indignation, arching against him. "Please! I want- I need- I can't-"

"Tell me what ya need, baby." The hushed, gruff quality of his demand gave away his own longing.

"Seth...Please" she groaned again

"Oh I guess..." He finally says teasingly as he starts massaging her breasts- switching back and forth between the soft, mounds, plucking her nipples sharply.

"Come on Spitfire...ride my cock!" He demanded because watching his beautiful, sassy, flame-haired vixen of a wife completely come apart on his cock was one of Seth's greatest pleasures.

"That's it, baby," he grunts as she bounces on top of him, both quickly reaching the edge of orgasm fine teasing each other.

"Seth, fuck I love you" she cries out as a well-timed finger to her clit sends her over the edge...Seth right behind her growling out an I love you as he spills inside of her.

"Shit, fuck" She says out of breath as she flops down on top of him.

"Fuck...your gonna kill me one day." Seth replied equally exhausted.

"Well, you'll go happy" She says before asking "So who's making dinner?"

"Fucking GrubHub"

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x060214 · 5 years

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@ofgrief CONT. [ X ]

God ... As if Seth didn't already feel bad enough; Standing in Vince's office, while hearing the news, he already felt sick to his stomach. He could already IMAGINE the noises, the mannerisms, and the harsh words that would escape Ambrose's lips the second that this betrayal would become a reality. And Roman .. That was the wild card. He either expected to be punched in the face, or he expected .. Again .. Some kind of mannerism from his best .. friend .. That he didn't expect. But he was in denial, thinking that they'd still be friends after this. Thinking that they could all be in the ring, he'd do what he had to do, and they'd still go out and share a beer with him later that night. Nothing could be further from the truth. Unfortunately .. The reaction to his betrayal, was a lot WORSE than he expected. Ambrose .. Scared him. He was convinced that if they were left in a room together, ALONE just then, that he'd actually go over and rip his throat out with his teeth, without hesitation. And the way Roman looked at him before .. The segment was done .. That broke his heart even more. The look of hurt and betrayal on his BEST FRIEND'S face .. Made the Iowan tear up as soon as he was alone. The cries that DID escape him, were one of heartbreak .. And hurt. His big sweaty hands covered his face, snot covered every inch of his skin, also followed by the salty tears that followed. By the end of his little sob sesson, he couldn't breathe through his nose, and it sounded like he was wheezing. Probably sounded a lot worse than what it actually was. But Seth was convinced that he was dying the more he let his feelings take over. If his recent BEST FRIENDS were destroyed by this ... Imagine how he felt. But Seth .. Also .. Didn't want to face the reason why he even walked into Vince's office a couple of weeks ago. -- The sob story that send all of this in motion. -------- . . "I don't love Dean anymore." "Then break up with him?" "Can't do that." "Then what do you want us to do?" "Breakup the shield." "We could do that, but you gotta do something for us." "What's that?" "If we ask you to do something in the future, and we mean ANYTHING, whether you like it or not, you're gonna do it." "Yes, sir." Seth didn't really think much about that conversation after that. But ramafications of this betrayal were really starting to sink in. As Seth walked down the hall after his sob sesson, he heard screaming and he heard things breaking. That was Dean. Dean was destroying things. He was pretty sure Roman did everything he could to try to comfort his best friend. But he was sure whatever Roman was doing wasn't enough. Dean was going to be a loose cannon, he was going to be hellbent on destroying Seth and nothing else. Seth welcomed the challenge, but it wasn't the point. None of this was the point. But the lies that would have to come out next when he eventually DID meet up with Roman, were going to destroy him even more. He was prepared for that. And he was prepared for Roman to practically shoot at him the second that he was in view. -------- .. He took a few minutes to clean himself up. Thankgod he didn't have to wear makeup to do his job. Though, that would be icing on the cake, considering how dramatic he actually was. A sigh escaped, his eyes were swollen. There was nothing he could do about that. Roman would analyze every detail. All he wanted was to tell Roman .. Part of the truth as to why this happened. But he expected it to go through one year and out the other. The words that were barked as the other approached the Samoan were .. A little .. Lighter than what he expected. He expected the other to spew the meanest words at him. And he was pretty sure if he stayed around, he'd hear exactly that. A breath drew in as he stopped, only a few feet away from him. He was sure Roman wouldn't let him get any closer than that.

" -- I know you don't wanna see me, I don't blame ya at all, but at least just listen .." Seth was the kind of guy that liked hearing himself talk. He could go on and on and on and on. But this time, he didn't want to say much. He knew Roman wouldn't be around much to even hear EVERYTHING that he wanted to say. "I know Dean wants to beat the shit outta me and kill me and I expected that, I expected all of this and more. And you have every right to hate me after what happened with us in that ring." Another pause. How was he even going to remotely explain this and not sound like a cold bastard? Seth was everything but that. It wasn't in his DNA. Sure he was an asshole and he did things to forward his own agenda. But nothing like this. So like his RECENTLY called brothers, his feelings toward this were completely raw and new. " -- I got cornered in Vince's office and he told me it was time for a change, I either had to take that, or .. Risk my whole career. I don't expect ya or Dean to ever forgive me. But just know, I love you BOTH." A lie. Seth loved one more than the other. It was always the case. Only at one time in his life, it was Dean, now, it was Roman. How did this all happen perhaps? It happened overtime. Chemicals in the Iowan changed. And it was inevitable. " -- I'm sorry." He slowly breathed. "I love you." And then, he suddenly turned. He expected that the Samoan didn't want to hear him anymore. And even though he wanted to spew word vomit at the guy, he couldn't. Not tonight. Looks like he was drinking alone.

#ofgrief #( This turned out rly rly rly long and I apologize but I needed this )

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hanzi83 · 7 years

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How Wrestling Should Be Presented and Where I Feel Its Going

Before I write this blog, I debated if I should or not, and even though it’s not about my depression and my countless amounts of flaws, I really know I am so narcissistic that I will always reel it back to my personal narrative and agenda to let the world know I have been constantly screwed. So I decided to give this disclaimer at the beginning of the blog but I need to get this out of my head first, because I know I am already worried writing it because when it comes to wrestling, I analyze the product in a different way the most people do, because I am, what the French would say, is bat shit crazy, and even though that really makes every existing relationship and chances for future employment hang in the balance, it works in my favor when it comes to wrestling because to see how these guys at the top think and organize this shit, you have to think outside the box so far out where the box is not in plain sight. So this blog might not even happen, depending on how poorly I choose to explain this and if it will even actually get people to acknowledge it, and if I do end up writing it in full and then add this part to it, it just proves how much of a waste of time this whole opening statement was, but then again you click on a Hanzi blog, you kind of have to pay the price for wasting your time you dummy.

How do I explain this? So many people have limited narratives to analyze the wrestling business and I guess that is one of few downsides of being an insider, you can let your full imagination go wild, or you are not permitted to, but since I am not really an insider, even though people on the inside love my perspective, so I looked at this shit on a different level and this is due to becoming a smart fan, because I was fine after the Monday Night Wars to kind of scale away from internet news for the most part, and just watched it as is, but when I got back in the mix of things during the beginning of the social media era it reeled me back in and then believed the internet perspective and thought it was the be all and end all, but something in the back of my mind knew that WWE are smart enough to figure it out, because when the company fully shines, they show moments of brilliance, but then there are times they do a lot of stupid stuff. It would be frustrating because you want to defend the company because they are responsible for some of the most memorable moments in your life, and uniting experiences with my family and friends. It has been ingrained in me since I was 3 years old, but then coincidently, I became a full-fledged conspiracy theorist, and because I opened my eyes to the potential on how the world is run and how things are implemented in the media, sports, entertainment etc, it made me realize that wrestling surely has to be in on it to some degree if other important areas in life are organized and orchestrated to fulfill a goal, so my thought process went outside being a smart mark and now think that even they are the ones who are more prone to “being worked” than someone who is a casual fan.

I have not behaved the best when it comes to expressing how I think differently, mainly because from this community, especially in the past, I have been ridiculed, and not only in my personal life or but by other fan bases in general, so I have this aggression off the gate like I am preparing to go to war to defend my positions, even though I don’t have absolute proof regarding this stuff that I put out there, but since conspiracy theorists are to be looked at as assholes, due to Alex Jones hijacking the movement and spinning it into his own right wing propaganda, I have to reassure I am not one of those conspiracy theorists, I think that the world is moving to a better place, and that we are getting the “things need to get worse” portion of the program before it gets better, and all these companies, and public figures that sold their souls in the 80’s, 90’s and early 2000’s are finally supposed to be getting their comeuppance and with Trump in office, it is going to make it easier for a lot of people to get exposed, and since WWE are affiliated with them, they are the automatic heels and that is why their corruption and shady business practices are even more transparent, not saying every single thing about them is evil, but they know they are supposed to be perceived this way.

And it is bleeding into their storylines in some regards. In storyline or real life it is all essentially storyline on an elite level and the WWE knows what direction it is going in and there will be eventual change that is why it is so important to stay militant and speak out against their practices or their shady behavior. I was so hell bent on thinking that they would change it on their own but obviously this organized revolution will need us to play part to and call it out because they have to give us the illusion that this is all genuine.

WWE and other companies have always knew they would have to answer to their sins eventually and they have always planted seeds that could be used for the future, even if its small and big, and it bleeds into their storylines and it is done on purpose so when they make insider references we think it is supposed to be real, but it is all storyline to me. In WWE storyline, the show is a reality show and it is scripted even within their storyline. And even though this is being done on purpose, where people are interacting with twitter who are supposed to be bad guys and good guys, it is like WWE has been slowly raising the veil for all of us to see, and even though you can incorporate everything that is said or done, for the most part you can incorporate outside stuff within storyline. That is why you saw Rusev and Lana announce their engagement, while being in a storyline where they had broken up on camera. Roman Reigns and Braun Strowman hanging out when they were in the middle of a feud, it has all been by design.

I am already falling off the rails, but just to try and make it easier, that if wrestling is going to be presented in a realistic and more grounded into reality, you need to undo and explain all the convoluted plot twists, and the inconsistencies that have existed within the universe, and in order to do that, you need a conspiracy theorist type of persona to point out what has been happening in storyline and what elements have been orchestrated or even scripted. You can turn this into a menacing narrative that there are evil reality show creative, organizing interruptions, making sure certain matches have fucked up finishes, or scripting promos, because in real life these things are scripted or orchestrated, so why wouldn’t this stuff in the world of wrestling be scripted to some extent. That is where the narrative of in storyline or outside storyline, whatever your poison is, makes it seem like WWE is the propaganda company like America is the propaganda country, and whatever their narrative is, that is what it is, and now the world is waking up to the empire’s bullshit and we see that there is life outside of WWE/America, and there are more progressive movements going on.

So whether its storyline or not, there is supposed to be this narrative that Triple H will make things better, but what if we are supposed to think that Triple H and WWE are so evil, they are stealing Indy talent away and to pretend to give them a promising career in WWE, and it might be Dusty Rhodes level of wearing poke a dots, they actually let talent flourish ultimately, but then sweep the rug from right under them. We all think that, especially if you are a cynical mark, but what if that ends up being true, and its revealed in “real life” which would probably be organized to anger us anyways, because WWE are the heels.

See you can show stuff the past to fit this narrative because within its history there has always been moments where certain stars seem “woke” and spew some truthful shit but ultimately they are shunned out, and we end up with what the McMahons intend to display, so you need an event currently as an example to display this past stuff, and Roman Reigns and John Cena are the answers. You could see people debating it and making us think it is real because they are saying these things about each other that has been in the internet fan’s mind for the longest while, and we think they are saying something real, but even within storyline it is scripted because they are 2 puppets of the authority.

You need to establish that Reigns has been the heel since the Shield have broken up, but McMahons were hell bent on making Reigns the face of the company so they convinced Seth Rollins to be the one to turn on the Shield, You can convey that Triple H plotted with Seth from the beginning to make him a star and that when he gives him the signal to turn on them he will do it, and Seth bought into that plan thinking it was to help himself, but it was all an elaborate plan because Triple H knew he needed Reigns to be liked so why not associate him with 2 Indy acts that have “hardcore fan base credibility”. So in storyline they needed Seth to be hated, but fans appreciated him, so even in storyline the Authority did not like that, because Reigns was supposed to be cheered, and you can tell Reigns was supposed to be the “heel” because out of nowhere in the Summer of 2014, Reigns had an okay match with Orton and I remember this organized shift into hating him and then it got worse as the time went on.

Everything with Reigns has been organized. People have had to take dives, or people had to be eliminated from the equation, and for people to justify why they had to keep it secret because in WWE, depending on who you are, you can establish that they signed non disclosure agreements, and that they couldn’t speak about certain events. People had to do favors and you establish people who have to be on Authority’s side to help with this, like Bray Wyatt, he is used as a tool, and if you wanted to give him an actual push and you wanted to establish it, you could say the reason why he hasn’t cared about victories or has had empty threats, is because he is a tool for destruction and distraction. You can undo all this mess. I want to go deeper into it, but then it is already embarrassingly enough, diving in to some weird fantasy booking scenario and while most of you who are reading are a little mesmerized, I can see the eye rolls before it happens. I am Bran Stark in this bitch; can Bran Stark see the future? I forget, It doesn’t matter, I just tried to be too hip and incorporate Game of Thrones into all of this.

I know on any show I call into, they would not let me go this far with the ideas I am throwing out there because it is frankly too convoluted and they would insist that WWE is not thinking this deep into things, when they are because they are fucking smart as fuck. These people are on some next level, they are such geniuses, they have you thinking that anything outside the wrestling world they touch is not credible, when behind the scenes, and I am not talking talk on the internet, even beyond that, they could cosign things and people who are supposed to be seen in a positive light, but they are supposed to be the evil in this narrative now so it is slowly being exposed because it is supposed to, and this will bleed into the storyline, and if I am wrong and WWE is not thinking this far ahead or they never thought this far ahead, then guess what maybe they should do this because it will give fans who have wasted their time being fucked with, to be redeemed to some degree and by incorporating this conspiracy storyline especially with Reigns etc, it will allow you to go back and undo the convoluted narratives and inconsistencies that have been bestowed upon us over the course of the 30 plus years that most of us, from this generation, have enjoyed.

I could go into this deeper, but think I have done enough damage to your minds if you stuck around to read this garbage, see I am self deprecating like John Cena, so you think I am self aware, I am joking, unlike John I am actually genuine with myself deprecating but I know everyone loves one of those guys because it seems more human. See even in storyline, Cena is kind of on the evil side to some degree. There are good guys who are genuine good guys, there are bad guys who are genuine bad guys, but then there are bad guys who are misunderstood and you could argue they are kind of good in some ways, and then there are good guys who get booed who are presented as good guys in this reality show, but people who are smart to the whole thing know they are evil, and Cena and Reigns are both those guys, so even in storyline Cena knows that anyone he puts down, especially if it’s internet favorite, fans will feel sorry for them because they got buried, so Cena “buried” Reigns so the internet fans would feel sorry for him, but people hate Reigns so much, it is like it is backfiring on purpose. That is the conspiracy that even in storyline the company is trying to get Reigns over to be liked and a lot of the stuff he has done he has cheated by taking substances, because him getting caught with a wellness violation was done on purpose, I know people don’t think there is some real life storyline that will be revealed with that, but it will eventually make its way into the storyline, or you could say that some people he beat have taken dives for him, like the Undertaker, since he is associated with Triple H etc. The narrative of the storyline is that WWE is failing to getting him over as a good guy.

People always think that if you go inside terms it will ruin it but if you do it for the sake of making change and on the way to present wrestling like a realistic sport with storylines being more grounded, this would be the tactic to expose it and that is how you incorporate real life stuff within the storyline, like when Cm Punk said to Triple H “This isn’t Cm Punk talking to Triple H, this is Phil Brooks talking to Paul Levesque” people lost their shit because they are breaking the fourth wall, but they did it within storyline as well, because in storyline they have character stage names, and sometimes the rivalries are played up, when we all know they are friends, like if you wanted to point out in the 90’s that times Shawn Michaels and Razor Ramon fought, even within storyline that was kind of scripted to hype up a match, but they were a part of the Click. So whenever you hear in “real life” that people don’t like each other, that is supposed to represent that outside the “reality show” of WWE these guys hate each other, but for all you know they could like each other.

I probably didn’t make much sense, and I am not good at conveying this because I have millions of things on my mind, and this should be the last but in my pathetic existence if there is one thing I could help bring change to, it would be wrestling and I know this will not get acknowledge by anyone, but I will probably send this to people I respect and pretend they read it, even if they didn’t, because I don’t want to feel like it was a waste of time, but here is the kicker, it is a waste of time and the lack of response to it will ensure that for me, but in wrestling terms no one is allowed to put me over, so I have to constantly put myself over but then knock myself down a couple of pegs so people won’t be like “HOW DARE HE THINK HIS IDEAS ARE PROFOUND AND VALUABLE, HE IS IN HIS MOM’S BASEMENT, HE IS NOT SUPPOSED TO ACKNOWLEDGE HIS SELF WORTH AND TIHNK HE IS MORE THAN WHAT HE SAYS HE IS” I am just presenting something different, and it feels like even the people at the top know which way this shit is going or where it needs to go. So even if you don’t like that this idea was expressed by me, realize that more important and valuable people have been planting those seeds for a long time, because they knew the business, much like the world has to evolve. But you didn’t hear it from me because this is just my delusional conspiracy that I am putting out there, and it has no merit in truth whatsoever and I should never be allowed to breed kids for even thinking this stupidly but don’t worry I don’t have any chicks knocking down my parents basement door to get to me, try people I know, they are better people than I will ever be

I mean I think this was good right? I focused on a little bit of wrestling, but of course I had to reel it into my delusions and had to put myself over because I will never learn how to just focus strictly on the mission at hand, but that is probably why I will never make it out of this basement. Maybe Bo Dallas’s character should be the conspiracy theorist that points it out, since he has came out as a conspiracy theorist on Jericho’s podcast a month or so ago, him or R truth. I would say they should hire me, but that is not happening, even though they are crazier than I could ever be, but I know my past blogs and tweets will come into fruition even though they don’t really care about that, they are associated with Trump after all. I wouldn’t want a job there until there was some real change in the movement and not this old guard shit, but I think we are supposed to be on our way but no one wants to admit we are though, because we have to play it like things happen day to day and none of this shit is ever planned out well in advance, which is why these people are on top and on some next level.

#Hanzi 2017 WWE Wrestling Conspiracy Kayfabe Reigns Roman Cena John Reality show script corrupt Vince McMahon Triple H Presentation Donald #Trump Howard Stern Illuminati old guard new #CM Punk Revolution Daniel Bryan #Media America Narrative Perspective Smart Mark Smark

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doubletriplepowerbomb · 6 years

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Make it better part 2

hey omg sorry this has taken me forever but school has been a bitch but IT’S OKAY. I’M BACK AND WE’RE GOIN!!

request for @instantbouquetdestinysblog Hi I loved reading make it better with dean ambrose and I was wondering if you could do a sequel either where the reader finds out she is pregnant with dean's baby (and a time skip to where the reader's water breaks and is in labor, and a cute little family moment) or he proposes to reader

A/N: so I wanted to continue the story so I wrote about a proposal. (There will be a part 3) Also here’s part one in case you haven’t read that.

Warnings: none other than some swears (i think) and some fluff

Words: +5100

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“Squeak, wake up sleepy head,” Dean whispered, poking his head into the little girl’s room. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked up from her pillow to see Dean sitting down on edge of her bed. Dakota was 6 now, you and Dean had been dating for 3 years and taking things slowly to ensure you were able to get everything in check.

In the short 3 years you and Dean had been together, you got your degree in business, quit your waitressing job, and got a new job at a much more credible massage parlor. You were constantly getting new clients and making much more money. You owed every single ounce of your success to Dean. Without him, you probably would still be working at the restaurant and you probably wouldn’t have a degree.

Dean had been taking the relationship slowly for the past 3 years, but he was done with that now. He’s wanted you since high school and he was finally going to make you his, forever. Last night, he told you he’d be taking Dakota out the next morning just to get her out of the house after a long week. But he was really taking Dakota out to, in the exact words of the 6-year-old, pick the prettiest, shiniest, and most princess perfect wedding ring there ever was in the whole wide world.

“Are we going to pick out the ring?” The little girl asked trying to keep her voice low, but she was too excited to monitor her volume. Dean nodded at the bubbly girl with a smile, shocked at the fact she could have so much energy, not even 30 seconds after she woke up.

Dakota got dressed and went to the kitchen as quietly as she could, but quiet for the little girl wasn’t necessarily sneaky. She woke you up but you didn’t care, you were happy to have a whole day to yourself. You slipped on Dean’s over sized shirt and walked out into the kitchen. Dean looked startled at your sudden appearance and a little disappointed that they weren't as stealthy as they had hoped.

You kissed Dakota’s head before walking over to Dean who was standing at the stove. You wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your head on his back. You took a deep inhale of the scent that surrounded him before standing on your toes to kiss his cheek. Dean leaned into your kiss and let a genuine smile grace his lips. “How’d you sleep, darlin?” He asked, his gravelly morning voice sending a shock through your body.

“Good.” You hummed before resting your head on his back again. “How’d you sleep, Kota?” you asked your wide-eyed daughter. She only nodded at you with happy eyes and a mouth full of pancake. You smiled at your daughter and let go of Dean to do something about her hair. You knew Dean would let her go out with her hair looking like a mess, but you wouldn’t. “Do you want me to braid your hair quick while Daddy eats?” You asked, seeing Dean light up at the name. Dakota nodded again and you left to grab her brush.

After Dean finished his scrambled eggs and Dakota’s long brown hair was in neat french braided pigtails, Dean and Dakota left the house to get the perfect ring. They went to 2 stores before driving past what Dakota thought would be a good place to go. It was a local bridal jewelry store that Dakota has walked past thousands of times with her mom, everything in there was so shiny.

“Daddy, look! That’s the store!” Dakota said, her fingers tapping at the back seat window of his pickup. It warmed Dean’s heart when he heard Dakota’s little voice calling him dad. He knew he wasn’t replacing her birth father, he wasn’t trying to. Dakota new that too, now that she was a little older, you’d been telling her more and more about her true father. She knew Dean wasn’t her blood, but you tried to tell her that she should see him as a father figure. You also wanted her to know that he has been more of a dad to her than her birth father has ever been and would ever be.

“Do you know if they sell princess rings for mommy?” Dean asked the little girl, hoping she would’ve noticed after staring into the window countless times.

Dakota nodded with excitement, her booster seat shaking as she bounced in it.

“They sell the prettiest princess rings. Perfect for mommy.” The 6-year-old sang. Dean, trusting the little girl, turned around and pulled into the parking lot of the jewelers.

Not more than 5 minutes later, Dean found the perfect ring while he was looking through the cases. His eyes were locked on a gorgeous 3 stone engagement ring caught his eye and he called the little girl over to look at it. 2 of the 3 stones were sapphire, your birthstone, while in the center there was a 1 carat diamond.

“What about that one?” Dean asked the 6-year-old, his finger pointing at the ring through the glass. Dakota knew not to touch the glass so she waited for Dean to pick her up and hold her up above the case.

“Wow.” Dakota's voice was barely above a whisper, that ring was perfect.

“You think you’ve found what you're looking for?” A man's voice caught the attention of Dean and Dakota and they looked up.

“Yeah. We’re looking for a perfect princess ring for my mommy. He’s gonna ask her to marry him.” Dakota said to the man behind the counter, a small finger pointed back at Dean. The man shared a smile with Dean and he took the ring out of the glass case.

“Well, if you’re looking for a princess ring, you’re in luck. This one's a princess cut.” The man said to the young girl.

The 6-year-old beamed at the older man’s words before she turned to Dean. “Daddy, daddy did you hear that? That’s actually a princess ring!” She squealed happily as she tugged on the leg of his jeans.

“We gotta get that one then, huh Kota?” Dean asked, picking up the little girl once again. Dakota nodded and stayed quiet while Dean talked to the man about the size he needed and the cost.

Dean was surprised that the little girl kept her mouth shut about the ring, he was almost sure that she’d spill. That’s why he waited until he put her to bed last night to tell her and he hoped they could get out of the house before you woke up. Dakota was smarter than he thought, she knew not to tell you about the ring, but Dean wasn’t sure how much longer she’d be able to hang on.

“Alright, squeak. Do you promise to not tell mommy about the ring?” Dean asked once they were in his truck. He looked back at the 6-year-old, who was clutching tightly to the velvet ring box.

Dakota nodded. “I can wait one more night, daddy.” She said, attitude and sarcasm dripping from her voice. Dean smiled at the girl in his backseat, she was so much like her mother. The attitude, the face, the happiness, everything was the same.

“Dakota, I’m not proposing tonight,” Dean said before turning back around to look at the road to see the light turn green.

He saw Dakota’s jaw drop through the rear view mirror. “What?! Why not?” The little girl was shocked.

“Squeak, I’ve been in love with your mommy since we were kids, this proposal has to be good,” Dean told the little girl and he was serious. He’s been in love with you since you were 15 years old, he wasn’t just gonna take you out to dinner. He was gonna make it magical because that’s what you deserved.

Dakota’s eyes wandered out the window and Dean knew her mind was going too. “Daddy, can we go to the park?” Dakota asked, sugar dripping from her voice. If Dean didn’t have an agenda he would’ve folded, he couldn’t say no when that sweet little voice asked him things.

“We can’t, Kota. We gotta go to Roman and Sethie’s house.” Dean said. Luckily, Dakota would rather go to Roman and Seth’s apartment than the park any day.

You could tell that, even though they weren’t blood, Dakota would grow up to be the biggest daddy’s girl. She loved going out with Dean and she loved spending time with her uncles. The little girl ran up the stairs and banged her open palm on the apartment door marked 204.

A shirtless, groggy Roman opened the door but his face lit up when he saw the little girl standing there. “Kota! How’s my favorite girl?” Roman asked excitedly as he lifted the giggly girl off the ground.

Dakota only laughed while Roman tickled her and carried her into the house, Dean close behind. “Sethie, look who I found.” Roman sang into the kitchen in attempts to bring the younger man out into the living room.

Seth’s face lit up when he saw his roommate holding his “niece” and he rushed over to her to kiss her head. “Did you guys get the ring?” Seth asked Dean after greeting Dakota.

“Look how pretty it is!” The 6-year-old said holding out the ring box to Seth while she kept one arm wrapped around Roman’s neck.

Seth’s eyes widened once he opened the box and saw the ring. “Holy shit, Deano. Y/N is gonna kill you, how much did you spend on this?” Roman looked over Seth’s shoulder and gasped at the ring sitting in the box.

“A little over 3 thousand but Y/N is worth every penny,” Dean said strongly. He wasn’t about to get you a dainty cheap ring; if he was gonna make you his forever, he was going to spoil you rotten. He knew you’d kill him but he didn’t care.

“How are you gonna ask her?” Roman asked while he twisted one of Dakota’s braids around his finger. The little girl had given the ring back to Dean and was now resting her head on Roman’s shoulder.

“That’s why I’m here. I have an idea but I need some help.” Dean started. Roman and Seth exchanged looks before the 3 men silently agreed to go into the kitchen to the living room to discuss.

After an hour of talking and explaining, the plan was set. Tuesday was in four days, Dean didn't have to go to the construction site that day, Dakota had school, and you had to stay late for an important massage client. Thankfully, Dakota had off from school the following Wednesday for some reason and Roman and Seth agreed to take her. They were gonna pick her up from school Tuesday afternoon and keep her until Wednesday, leaving Dean plenty of time to set up and plenty of time to celebrate with you if you said yes.

Dean knew how he was going to propose to you since before Dakota was born, when her father ran out and left you alone. Dean saw how broken you were after being left alone and he promised to help you out whenever you needed it. He fell in love with you before that but after he saw you broken, he knew he needed to make you his. The only person that would treat you the way you deserved to be treated was him.

Tuesday rolled around a lot faster than Dean expected, maybe it was the excitement that you would be his, maybe it was the nerves that ran through his whole body. Dean woke up before you did and he looked down at you with a smile. You were laying contently on your side facing him and he pushed a strand of your hair out of your face before pulling you into his arms. You woke up to his soft humming and his hand in your hair. “What time is it?” You mumbled, looking up from his chest.

“It’s 7, when do you have to go?” Dean’s voice was soft but he didn't sound like he usually did in the morning. Usually he’d roll over onto you and shield you from the clock and tell you to stay in bed, but today he sounded like he cared about the time.

What was he up to?

“I have to be out by 7:45 cause I need to open today. You have to feed Dakota and get her out of the house, it’s Monday so she has a school lunch so you don't have to make anything. Oh and Cara is driving this week so you need to be outside the building with her at 8:15. I don’t have time to braid her hair this morning so brush it and pull it into a ponytail.” You began to barrel off instructions and Dean laid his head back on his arms while he listened to you. Even though you were giving him instruction, he couldn't keep himself from staring at you. You were sitting up in the bed, light blue sheets pooled around your waist, your bare legs showing through a part where the sheet got bunched up. Your hair fell down to the top of your ribs in thick brown waves and Dean couldn't keep his eyes off of you. “Dean.” You said with a snap of your fingers, effectively pulling him from the trance. He blinked hard and his attention was on your words once again. “Did you hear me?” Dean nodded and repeated your words to you as you got out of bed and walked into the bathroom.

Dean never rushed you out the house, ever. He never helped you get ready because he never wanted you to go. But today, he made your coffee and a sandwich while you were in the bathroom. You walked out of your room, dressed and ready minutes later to see Dean standing in the kitchen being helpful. “Why are you helping me?” You asked playfully before pressing the back of your hand to his forehead, “Are you sick?”

Dean rolled his eyes and grabbed your wrist gently before pressing a kiss to the back of your hand. “No I’m fine, but you have a busy day and I wanna help.” Dean’s words confused you. You trusted him 100% but a small part of you wondered if there was another reason he wanted you out so fast. But the alarm on your phone interrupted your thoughts, so you pushed them away and placed a soft kiss on Dean’s lips before turning to leave your apartment.

Now that you were gone, Dean’s next mission was Dakota. Once she was out of the house, Dean could finally focus on the proposal. “Squeak, wake up. Time to get ready for school.” Dean’s said softly while he walked into the little girl’s room.

Dakota woke up with a smile and sat up in bed. “Are you gonna make pancakes?” She asked, her little voice sweet. Dean nodded and watched as the 6 year old’s face lit up.

“So you get ready for school while I make pancakes. Bring your hairbrush to the kitchen and I'll do your hair while you eat okay, squeak?” Dakota nodded quickly and rolled out of her bed to get ready.

Minutes later, the pancakes were done and Dakota sat down at the counter with her hairbrush. Dean placed a single pancake, shaped like mickey in front of the 6 year old before walking around to brush her hair. He had watched you do it a thousand times but he didn’t do it as good as you did. He pulled Dakota’s hair up into a ponytail and he had to admit he did a pretty good job.

At 8:15, Dakota’s ride pulled up in front of the building. Dean gave the little girl a tight hug before kissing her forehead and letting her run off to the car. “Uncle Roman and Uncle Seth are gonna pick you up from school today squeak!” Dean yelled as Dakota climbed in the car. She waved goodbye to him and put on her seat belt before the car drove off.

Dean watched the car drive away before realizing what he had to do and running back into the apartment. It was 8:23 and you’d be home at around 7 or 8, he knew he had a lot of time, but he wanted everything to be perfect. He went to your room and pulled a box of photos from underneath your bed. They were already in chronological order but now Dean had to figure out exactly where he was gonna put them.

He had thought the whole thing out, he had been collecting pictures of the two of you since you were 15. Obviously not for the sole purpose of a proposal, but when he found the box a while back, he knew they’d be perfect. After an hour of planning, he began to take the pictures out of the box and putting them in piles based on year. The plan was to hang all the pictures on the wall and have them lead to the closed bedroom door. Where, behind it, he’d be waiting on his knee with the ring. Although he had thought out every single detail, he failed to remember one really important thing. He didn’t tell you that he wouldn't be at the construction site today and you had find friends. But he forgot about that and he ran to the kitchen to find a sharpie so he could start writing captions on the pictures.

At around 1 you took your lunch break and as you scrolled through your phone, your thumb accidentally tapped on the find friends app. You scrunch your eyebrows together as Dean’s location came up, he was home, he had been home all day. You weren’t suspicious of him cheating on you, you just had no clue why he’d lie to you, he told you he’d be at work. So you called him.

The phone rang 4 times before he picked up. “Hey darlin, how’s it going?” He asked calmly, he had no clue you were about to ask him what you were going to.

“Fine, but Dean, why does Find Friends say you’re at home. You told me you had work today.” Dean’s heart sunk… fuck.

“Oh I did? Shit, I’m sorry darlin, I forgot to tell you I got a text from Roman last night, said construction’s delayed a day. Some guy wanted to check the site for something.” Dean lied right through his teeth, he didn’t want to, but the proposal wasn’t ready yet.

“Well, Dean if I had known you didn’t have work I would’ve traded clients with someone. I can try to do that.” You said. None of this was because you were suspicious, it was simply because you wanted to hang out with him.

Dean regretted his next words the second he said them, “No,” he said quickly. “I mean… uh, you don’t have to do that it’s okay.” That made you suspicious, why the hell did Dean not want you to come home. He wanted you to leave the house earlier today too. Maybe he was cheating. No he wasn’t, he wouldn’t. You wanted to think more about this, you wanted to call him again, but before you could, the receptionist poked her head through the door, you had clients.

Dean ran his fingers through his hair as he sat back and admired his work, it was around 3 and on the back of all the pictures was a little story about what had happened when the picture was taken. Everything was going perfectly, or so he thought. The next thing Dean had to do was go out and buy flowers and lights, he didn’t want to have to leave the apartment again after setting up all the pictures. The only flaw to his plan was that he left his phone on the coffee table and you called him a couple minutes later.

Usually you wouldn't think twice if he didn’t pick up your phone calls, he worked hard and hated his phone. But with everything that happened today, it bothered you slightly. You called him two more times before sending him a text and leaving the break room.

Thankfully, seconds later Dean walked back in the door and sighed with relief when he saw his phone on the table. He thought he had left it at the store. He clicked the power button to see if he had any notifications: 3 missed calls and a text from Y/N. Shit.

He looked at the text. Dean I’m coming home. Sent 2 minutes ago.

No this can’t happen, what the hell do I do? What do I say? I can’t tell her to not come home. God damn. But Dean didn’t stress too much. He knew he had to go fast, he hung the lights and began to string the pictures along the wall.

The massage parlor was about a 30 minute walk from your apartment and Dean was grateful that it was a nice day and you decided not to drive. He assumed that you had to change and talk to your boss so that added another 10 minutes and maybe you would have a client show up at the perfect time.

Thankfully, for him, that’s what happened. The second you got up to gather your stuff, the receptionist popped her head into the break room. “Hey Y/N your 3:30 is here.” She said. Damn it. You’d have to wait until your 3:30 appointment was over to get home.

Four o’clock rolled around and Dean was clothes pinning all the pictures to the line of fairy lights. They made a perfect timeline of all the years they’d been best friends leading to the bedroom, where Dean would make you his forever. He checked his watch, you should be home any minute. He told the doorman to tell him when you walked through the doors so he had time to get ready.

As badly as you wanted to get home, you had too many important clients and you couldn't leave after your 3:30 was over. You had three more appointments and you took the closing shift. It was now 8 o’clock and you finally got to go home. You were no longer all caught up on the cheating accusations, you had a lot of time to think. Dean would never cheat, he would never hurt you. You were honestly a little ashamed of yourself for convincing yourself that he would ever do that.

Your aching feet and tired body told you to order an uber home. You texted Dean, hey babe, sorry about not texting you earlier but I’m coming home now. I’m exhausted, I’ll explain later. Love you.

Dean saw your text and smiled, he was so happy that you didn’t come home early. Everything was perfect. The pictures were lined up, fresh cookies on the counter, flower petals and lights in place. All that was left was the buzz from the doorman signaling you entering the building.

Dean walked along the timeline one last time, making sure everything was completely right before the doorman buzzed into the apartment. “Dean, she just got into the elevator, good luck man.” The doorman’s voice was gravelly over the speaker system but the words were clear. You were coming, in a couple minutes, Dean would ask you to marry him.

Your feet were killing you, the joints in your hands ached and all you wanted was a hot bath, but a little post it on the door snapped you into reality. Kota’s at Roman and Seth’s. Love Dean. You grinned at the note and rolled your eyes, he always had motives.

What you weren't expecting though was what you saw after opening the door. The whole apartment was lit up by candle’s and quiet music was playing. “Dean, I’m home.” You called into the house, no answer. As you took your shoes off, you looked down and noticed a path of rose petals on the floor. You bent down to pick one up and walked into the living room. Your breath exited your body quickly after looking into the living room. Fairy lights lined the walls above a line of photos, rose petals on the floor.

You followed the path of roses and took the first photo off the wall before laughing out loud. The first picture was you and Dean when you were both 15 years old, the first day of freshman year. You flipped the photo over to check the date and you came across a little note written in sharpie.

This was the first picture we took together. I’m sure it’s obvious that there are a bunch, so follow the path and enjoy the memories. Don’t forget to flip all the pictures over. I love you, Dean. You felt your eyes tear up and you still had no clue what he wanted to do, you truly loved this man. You cursed yourself for even thinking for a second that he could’ve been cheating.

You followed along the path, taking each picture with you and reading them, cherishing each memory. There were pictures from when he took you to junior prom and only one from senior prom, you went with Scott, Dakota’s father. Dean hated him since the beginning. You remember the picture, and apparently Dean did too. You flipped the senior prom picture over and read the description. Remember this one? I wanted a picture with you and Scott almost kicked my ass. I could have taken him and you know you had more fun with me anyway.

A single tear fell down your cheek, Dean wanted to take you to prom so bad; he was supposed to. Then Scott asked you and you were blinded by the popularity of the captain of the football team so you canceled on Dean. God you were so stupid. You smiled once you got to the kitchen, one of your favorite pictures was hanging over a plate of cookies. You and Dean were standing in your mom’s kitchen, both of you covered in flour. You flipped the picture. You were so mad at me, but in my defense, you told me not to play with the flour… how could I not? Take a cookie, I worked hard on those (don’t worry, I already ate 3, they’re good, not as good as yours though). You giggled at Dean’s words and grabbed a cookie before flipping the picture back over and taking a bite.

You continued to follow the path and as you got closer to the bedroom, the first picture of Dakota came up. Roman took it in the hospital the day Dakota was born. It was just Dean standing in the hospital room, holding Dakota tightly. I remember this day like it was yesterday. She was so little and so perfect. I fell in love with you even more that day, I knew I loved you and needed you forever.

You slapped your hand over your face as you re-read the last part. ...needed you forever. You realized you had reached the last picture. It was your favorite picture ever.

It was a picture of Dean, Dakota, and you at Molly’s ice cream place. Dean was sitting on a bar stool and he was holding Dakota in his arms tightly, a huge grin painted on the little girl’s face. You were standing behind them with your arms wrapped around Dean’s neck from behind. You couldn't see your smile because your lips were pressed to his cheek, but you knew it was there. When you flipped that one though, there were 4 words. Open the door baby.

You opened the door with a small idea of what would be on the other side. And you were right, on the other side of the door, Dean was kneeling in the middle of the room with the ring. The room has fairy lights hung on the walls and rose petals on the bed. You look down at Dean, tears blurring your vision.

“There are so many memories that we’ve made since we were young. I love them all, but more importantly y/n, I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I wanna make more memories with you and Dakota. I’ve been in love with you since high school and I finally have the chance to make you mine, will you marry me?” His words were firm and certain, tears fell down your cheek and you nodded your head frantically. “Yes?” Dean asked hopefully, still on his knee.

“Yes,” The word came out breathlessly, your voice slightly above a whisper. You dropped to your own knees and wrapped your arms around his neck. “A thousand times yes.” You presses your forehead against his and looked into his bright blue eyes before pressing your lips to his.

Dean moaned against your lips before pulling you onto his lap, his hands finding their way under your shirt to hold your waist. Your hands grabbed at his shoulders and bunched his shirt up so you could pull it off.

Once Dean’s shirt was off and thrown into a corner, you pushed him down onto the carpet. You straddled his waist and ran your fingernails down his muscular torso. Your fingers left goosebumps in their wake and Dean looked up at you before pulling your shirt off and pulling you down to kiss him again.

“I love you so much, y/n. I’ve been waiting to make you mine since I first met you.” He whispered. You pressed your hands to his chest and cupped his cheeks in your hands.

“Dean, I love you too. And I’ve loved you for a long time, I was just too stupid to know what it was. I’m so sorry for making you wait for me, but I’m happy you did because I need you in my life. You make everything better, you’ve always made everything better.” Tears began to fall down your cheeks as you poured your heart out. You couldn’t have been happier than you were in that moment. The love of your life proposed to you in the cutest and most romantic way possible, your daughter was out all night, and everything was perfect.

How did you not see it before? Dean was the one that made everything better. He was always there no matter what and you overlooked him. But he never gave up on you, thank god, and now he was yours forever. And you’d be damned if you ever let go.

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