#if i ever cross paths with him i am going to go so wwe on his ass

[leslieseveride]

“lydia. lydia? lydia. lydia, come on. no, no, no, no, no. come on, lydia. wake up. come on. wake up. can you hear me? lydia. lydia, open your eyes. come on, come on. come on. listen to me, lydia. hey, show me your eyes, okay? lydia, you have to open your eyes.”

[cinnaminsvga]

🤬 | seokjin

the sleep deprived series (n.): drabbles that i write when i’m sad and tired

→ frenemy!seokjin ft. e2l and the magnificent get-along sweater | 2K words → a/n: this is dedicated to my homie @jincherie​ who has been, as they say, wiping her ass everyday only to shit again. i can’t really do much to actually alleviate your circumstances except maybe making you smile, so i hope this can be your tiny ray of sunshine amidst the crap. this fic literally makes no sense because i wrote this within one hour so i’m sorry but pls know that ilysm!!

“Where’d you even fucking get this abomination?” you growl, struggling fruitlessly against the coarse fabric. In your fidgeting, your elbow knocks into Seokjin’s broad chest, causing more damage to your weak joints than anything. Even so, Seokjin grunts overdramatically, stepping on your toes in retaliation.

“Yoongi-chi, you know that I love you very much—” Seokjin seethes, his teeth clenched almost painfully as he fights to restrain himself from ripping the sweater in half, a la Hulk style. “—but I will not hesitate to stab you once I get out of here.”

“Not my fault that you both are acting like a bunch of toddlers,” Yoongi snorts, hip jutted out in contempt like the homosexual that he is. “And to answer your other question, I bought that sweater online after your last fight, when you two were literally wrestling on the kitchen counter. I didn’t know whether I walked into some intense BDSM play or a WWE ring.”

“You bought a fucking get-along sweater for us? What are you, some sort of Christian camp counselor?” you growl, kicking your legs out in an attempt to hit him. The slimy twink bastard jumps away gracefully, landing onto the loveseat opposite the couch that you were sitting on. He crosses his legs, opening his arms wide when your traitorous cat jumps onto his lap, looking to all the world like a terrible Bond villain from the 80s.

“If I was Christian, I would not put the two of you into a sweater together,” Yoongi says. He strokes your cat, who purrs loudly before pointing a contemptuous glare back at you, as if she was enjoying your torture too. Dumb cat. You never liked Miko anyway.

Yoongi continues, “Anyone would two eyes knows that you both are just one brawl away from fucking each other into the next dimension. Lord knows that your sexual tension could power the entire city.”

It’s Seokjin’s turn to snort, who has been relatively quiet in comparison to you. He’s also less fidgety, but that might be because he at least has the advantage and comfort of occupying 90% of the sweater space due to his oceanic shoulders. You once described him as “horizontally imbalanced,” which he did not find slightly amusing.

“I would rather place my balls into a panini press and feed them to Miko than to ever fuck Y/N,” Seokjin fake-gags, squirming uncomfortably in his seat. “It would be less hot for me to actually grill my penis than for me to sink into her hell-ish cunt. I swear, you could bake bread in there with how much yeast has accumulated from—“

You headbutt his chin before he can finish, squawking indignantly. The satisfying sound of his teeth clacking together in pain is momentary but worthwhile. “Excuse you, but it’d be an honor to fuck me! I’ve got that S-tier pussy! If my pussy was in a gacha game, people would spend thousands of dollars just to roll for my mystical coochie!”

Yoongi smirks. “So you admit that you do want Seokjin to fuck you!”

“What the fuck! No! That is—what the—I don’t!” You stammer, face flushing as you struggle to regain your footing in the conversation. Yoongi’s eyebrow raises, intrigued by your slip-up. “That is totally not what I meant, and you know it!”

Yoongi picks at his nails, pointedly avoiding eye contact. “Sorry, I don’t speak hetero. Prithee, explain thy peculiar mating rituals to one who does not walk the straight and narrow path.”

You slump back against the couch, forcing Seokjin to follow and fall backward with you. His shoulder hits you square in the boob, causing you to groan in pain. “Yoongi, just let us out of this thing before I lose a limb to this walking inflatable tubeman,” you plead, ignoring Seokjin’s glare.

“I resent that,” Seokjin inputs, but no one pays him any mind. Your attention is focused solely on the smirking kitty man in front of you, who grows smugger as time ticks on.

Everyone in your friend group is aware of the weird relationship you have with Seokjin. Ever since you met him in your freshman year of university, things were never peaceful between the two of you. It was always constant bickering, squabbling, competing… everything. Even Jungkook, Seokjin’s other sworn enemy, doesn’t argue with the elder as much as you did.

For three years, everyone just assumed it was your weird kindergarten schoolyard way of showing affection for each other, and at the beginning, it might have been. You and Seokjin, both of whom have never dated in their lifetimes despite being moderately popular while growing up, are unsurprisingly emotionally stunted and never learned how to just be nice to people you like. Affection who? Compassion where? To the both of you, physical connection can only be achieved through hair tugging and nipple pinching, and not even in the sexy way.

But at a certain point, things were starting to get tiring. Your arguments only grew larger in scale, to the point where it was getting hard to differentiate whether the bruises on your neck were from pinches or something else.

“I just… Ugh… When are they gonna fuck, hyung? I’m actually getting tired of their constant fighting,” Namjoon had lamented one afternoon, just a day after your last altercation with Seokjin. It had been a big one, where Seokjin nearly lost a tooth when you had landed a neat uppercut squarely on his jaw after he called your toes ‘a foot fetishist’s worst nightmare.’

Yoongi’s boyfriend had been staring listlessly into his bowl of soup for the past hour, and he was honestly starting to get worried when it looked like Namjoon had started muttering to himself in a foreign language. Yoongi almost thought he might have been scrying for a prophecy, begging for an answer to their most pressing question.

“What do you want me to do about it? Lock them in a room and let them out only after they’ve done the deed? Mixed bodily fluids? Performed the monkey dance to its climax?! No thanks, I don’t wanna be near them when that can of worms finally explodes,” Yoongi grimaced, shivering at the thought.

Namjoon shook his head quickly, face paling with him. “Heaven forbid. Maybe you can keep it PG? How about getting one of those get-along sweaters or something. I think they used those in kindergarten.”

Yoongi sighed. “Yeah, but the question would be how I’d get them into it.” He flaps his noodle arms around in demonstration. “I’m not exactly in the running for world’s strongest twink. Plus, years of fighting each other means they’re both stronger than I am.”

Namjoon shrugged. “Easy, just dare them to wear it. Make it into a competition. Nothing gets them more riled up than when they’re trying to outcompete each other.”

And so, that’s how the two of you had gotten stuck in a 3XXL Hello Kitty sweater that Yoongi had bought from Ebay. It has yet to be decided whether spending $40 on expedited shipping was worth it.

“Look, Yoongi-chi. We both promise that we will stop fighting once you let us out of this,” Seokjin says, smiling sweetly at him. Had Yoongi been younger and much more prone to the alluring temptation of the Straight Man™️, he might have caved. But Yoongi is older now, plus he knows when Seokjin is lying better than any polygraph test.

Yoongi rolls his eyes, waving him off. “Fat chance. You’d probably stop fighting for approximately three hours before getting mad about mint chocolate ice cream or something.”

“Hey! Give us some credit. We both agree that flavor is abhorrent, so we would never argue about that,” you retort, with Seokjin nodding furiously in agreement. You glance at him. “And I feel like we’d last at least six hours without fighting. What was our record again?”

“Five hours and twenty-two minutes,” Seokjin says.

You hum thoughtfully. “Okay, I can promise at least five hours and thirty minutes. Maybe.”

Yoongi groans, rubbing his temples in frustration. His souring mood even makes Miko jump away in fright, and the two idiots trapped in a sweater can immediately feel the dip in temperature. Uh oh, here we go!

“I am absolutely sick and tired of the two of you dumbasses fighting all the time! It’s embarrassing as hell trying to bring either of you anywhere in public because everyone mistakes your little catfights for strange foreplay or whatever,” Yoongi glowers. The two of you shrink into your seats, ashamed.

“We’ve only gotten kicked out of one Costco—” Seokjin defends. 

“But we did get fined for public indecency at the beach when I pulled your trunks down, which was totally unfair, by the way,” you mutter. 

“You literally threatened to, and I quote, ‘Suck the soul out of Seokjin’s dick until he dies.’ How the hell is that unfair?!” Yoongi exclaims. 

“It was a death threat! I would’ve accepted a charge for attempted murder, but that was not going to be a sexy blowjob, I assure you—”

Yoongi holds up a hand to silence you. “Face it, you both like each other. Whatever! Sure, you guys are the token straight people in our friend group, but that doesn’t make you bland as hell! Well, actually, it does but…” Yoongi pauses, wondering if it was worth lying. It takes a second for him to refocus. “Where was I? Oh right—“

Yoongi clears his throat, starting again. He heaves a deep breath, shoulders sagging tiredly as he puts on the sincerest face he can muster. “Listen, I just want to say that I care a lot about you, okay? And it sucks seeing the both of you hurting every time the other person says something really mean that neither of you even mean! If anything, will you please stop for me? If you really cared about our friendship, will you do it for me?”

There is a heavy pause as Yoongi strives to get his breathing back in check, his impassioned speech causing his fragile grandpa heart to race. He can feel his cheeks darkening in embarrassment, unused to using his “hyung voice” on Seokjin or you. Separately, the two of you are very reliable, never really needing him to scold either of you. Together, however… that’s a different story, but as the next eldest hyung, it really only fell to Yoongi to fix his friends’ mess of a relationship.

Screw age hierarchy. Yoongi would love to see Jungkook try to get Seokjin and you to fuck. Would absolutely pay to see the twerp squirm as he tries to even say the word “penis.”

After a while, Seokjin and you share a look. Yoongi watches with bated breath as he waits for either of you to speak, but he can sense some unspoken conversation happening between you. Perhaps, after years of exchanging blows, you had somehow knocked brain cells into each other and now share a weird psychic connection. Or, more likely, the two of you actually like each other and understand each other on a deeply personal level, so personal in fact that you could probably finish each other’s sentences, like—!

“We refuse,” you both reply in tandem, your joined voices echoing throughout the apartment. You both had said it so in sync that Yoongi might have imagined the other person speaking, but no—you both really did just say that to his face. In front of Miko. In front of his goddamn imaginary salad.

“Excuse me?” Yoongi squeaks. He cleans his ears with his fingers but finds no cotton there. These bitches! How dare they just throw his speech to the gutter! That shit took brain cells to think of, and he is not in the business of wasting his precious minutes by using them for productivity.

You shrug, leaning against Seokjin’s shoulder. He can see the ghost of a smirk tugging at your lips, thoroughly enjoying Yoongi’s confusion. “You heard us. We’ve made the executive decision to double our efforts, actually.”

Seokjin nods, not even shoving you off his shoulder like he normally would whenever you made contact with him. What? “Exactly. Honestly, we’ve been fighting for so long that we’ve kinda been just doing it for the bit at this point, and the fact that it annoys you so much is just the icing on the cake.”

Yoongi stares at them. His brain doesn’t feel like it’s connecting to his body at all; he feels like he’s floating. “So. What you’re saying is—“

“We know we like each other. Whatever. But we also like fighting, so who gives a shit if we’re having fun at the end of the day?” you shrug, pinching Seokjin’s cheek for good measure. As per usual, the elder retaliates by grabbing your finger with robot-like accuracy, before biting you there like a ravaging beast.

“And before you ask, no, we aren’t really dating. Yet. We kinda just wanted to piss as many people off before actually becoming official. We honestly didn’t think that you’d be the first one to crack.” Seokjin says, your finger falling from his mouth. The imprint of his teeth marks on your skin are plain as day, but you don’t look remotely bothered by it. In fact, you’re practically cooing at his ‘baby teefies’ like a psychopath.

“I—“ Yoongi stutters, at a loss for words for once in his life. He stands from the chair, but his knees give out from under him, causing him to tumble to the carpeted floor. He holds his head in his hands, shell-shocked. “So… That means…”

“Yeah, we’re kinda just freaky, I guess.” You muse before laughing hysterically when Yoongi begins to sob. “Hey, you’re right! We did make Yoongi cry! Do you think we could make Namjoon piss himself in rage when he finally confronts us too?”

Seokjin cackles, shaking your hand underneath the sweater. “If anyone can do it, I know that we can.”

And so, the two of you stand up clumsily to your feet, not bothering to escape the ridiculous sweater as you both waddled out of Yoongi’s apartment. From outside his door, Yoongi hears the sound of a new fight commencing, your shrieks resonating down the hall and for all the world to hear.

[hervoidfury]

Gratitude [ Tribute to Jon Huber, 1979 - 2020 ]

He knew exactly how to captivate a person both in ring and out of the ring, you could see it in his eyes; the way he moved, the way he spoke ... His work will never be forgotten, Luke Harper and Brodie Lee will never ever be forgotten. Thank you Jon for bringing life into both these characters and most importantly for making everyone smile with your hilarious bits on Being The Elite 🙏❤

- My Original Female Wrestling Character is built around one of my all time favorite role models Selena Gomez, her name is Vanessa and she's one of the best characters I have built in my life. You can see just how much Vanessa had been impacted by Jon's infectious light. ❤🙏

Heartbreak comes in many forms, the most painful form is the loss of someone who defined the meaning of an angel; in life you meet individuals that leave a lasting impact in your life and for Vanessa, Jon Huber was one of those people — initially the two had never spoken beyond pleasantries whenever Vanessa trained with her best friend Stephen Farrelly, and even then she could see just how friendly and kind the male was, which presented a clear contrast to his on screen persona.

Jon was more than a wrestler, he was an entertainer, a person that captivated you with his words, in ring skills and most of all his intimidating, strong presence in the ring. That's how devoted he was to his craft, behind the scenes he presented a vibrant supportive soul that loved to bring a smile onto anyone he crossed paths with.

Vanessa recalled two of the many significant moments in which he truly left an impact in her life and career as an in ring performer, …

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— 2016,

“ Stephen wasn't lying when he said it was a party ” muttered Jordan as she and Vanessa stood at a corner watching their fellow peers chat with one another.

It was a rarity to find time to just relax and enjoy yourself in this hectic business however luckily, just two days before a pay per view was set. Stephen decided to host what he referred to as a small party to help his friends relax, Vanessa being the only non WWE performer felt a bit like an outsider despite having many friends within the company.

“ Yeah he wasn't ” muttered Vanessa, Jordan sensed the distress on her best friend and gave her a smile. “ Don't worry I'll be fine, I am gonna get some water to drink and get some fresh air ” she adds making a beeline for the kitchen.

Taking the glass of water, she went out to the back porch and took a deep breath to calm her nerves, she hated how easily her anxiety got to her. Come on, you're better than this! She chastised herself silently.

After a few minutes she went back inside to find Jordan, who was conversing with Jon Huber and his wife Amanda. Vanessa admired Jon's dedication to his character but even more so she admired the love he carried for his wife and sons. It was a rarity to find in this world, Jordan immediately smiled at Vanessa. “ I am sure you remember Vanessa, Jon ”

Jon smiled, “ I do, Stephen talks highly of you and I had seen clips of your matches. You got a light in you every time you step into the ring ”

“ Our son loves your show as well, he goes around the saying ... I am gonna be as strong as Alex Russo ” adds Amanda smiling.

It wasn't as often that people mentioned Vanessa's past as a Disney child, so it definitely warmed her heart to know that not only she can do what she loves but she can also inspire the younger generation — “ That's so sweet to hear! ”

“ You seem a bit anxious, is everything alright? ” said Jon.

“ It's nothing, I sometimes struggle with anxiety ” Vanessa shrugs.

“ Don't belittle your struggles, you got this far — you're a fighter ” said Jon, “ You both are, and one day the world will recognize the change you ladies are trying to bring into this world ”

Both Jordan and Vanessa smiled in gratitude, the conversation changed and flowed so easily as the couple began talking about their kids — Vanessa's heart always warmed when seeing love right in front of her and that was what Jon and Amanda held for one another, true love.

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“ Vanessa, Are you okay? ”

Much like Vanessa, Jordan had been gutted by the passing of Jon. She recalled seeing him in Chikara here and there but only ever got to speak him during her time in WWE and in AEW as well.

“ I want to do a tribute episode on my podcast, to celebrate his life because so many people only see what is on screen and a rarity got to see the man behind the characters he played. So I am gonna contact Amanda and hope this all goes well because I feel like I need to do this to pay my respects ” said Vanessa.

Jordan nodded, fondly remembering the last interaction they both had with him during a taping of Dark, backstage where he congratulated the pair on their impeccable in ring work. “ I'll help ya out! ”

“ That'll be greatly appreciated ” said Vanessa, smiling as she remembered meeting him right before she made her debut in AEW.

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— 2020,

“ Okay, you can do this! ” said Vanessa as she stood near the entrance area, today she was set to make her debut as the mysterious entity who would be assisting Jon Moxley to deter and throw off his opponent MJF.

“ Hey kid, you alright? ”

Vanessa turned around to see Jon smiling at her, apparently he had heard about her debut which up until now only a handful of people knew about it. “ I am nervous, and excited. I don't know how the social media sphere will react ”

“ They will be happy, of course some might not be but that's the way it is. What matters is when you go out there? You show them why you are the best at what you do! I saw Jordan doing just that when she got here, you will be making that exact same statement that'll get them talking ” said Jon encouragingly. “ Then, when all is set in stone! You unleash that beast within you and show them why the wrestling world calls you the Hardcore Queen ” he adds smiling.

“ You think so? ” said Vanessa with a smile.

“ Oh I know so! Those clips I saw were just a glimpse of what you hide inside of you and tonight you will throw that first stone in, that'll have the fans coming back to tune in and see more of the incredible talented girl you are ” said Jon.

Vanessa sighed in relief, feeling the bundle nerves slowly leave her body. “ Thank you, for always reaching out and showing your support be it through text or social media. It means a lot to me ”

“ Remember what I told you and Jordan, you ladies will change the business, five years, ten years, fifteen years from now, your legacy will always resonate ” said Jon.

Vanessa nods, fighting back the tears. “ Thank you, truly ”

“ Go out there and knock them off their feet ” said Jon smiling.

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— Instagram,

@jadebug92; Around 2016, I had ran into @brodielee in a party hosted by @wwesheamus before that we didn't actually have proper conversations beyond pleasantries here and there whenever I saw him. But even then I was captivated by the way he carried himself, we truly got to talk when he saw how anxious I was due to the fact that parties were never my cup of tea.

He saw me and @jtofficial at a corner and was so kind and gracious with us, telling us how proud he was of our work and the effort we put day in and day out. One of the things he said that will always stick by me was " You and Jordan will change this business " and that's what we set out to do. His belief in us was a breath of fresh air. 💕

We saw the love he carried for his wife and it was beautiful to witness something so raw and real, he was a family man and a genuine soul. ❤

When I got to AEW, he was one of the first people to welcome me. And I got to witness him be his true self as Mr. Brodie Lee, leading a large group of talent with his wisdom, strength and experience in the business.

Thank you so much Jon for your undying support and love to myself and every young wrestler out there, I send my thoughts and prayers to his wife, his children, his family and all of those close to him. Your spirit will shine on for all eternity, Fly High ❤🙏

Note; this is only the beginning ... I will try my best to keep his memory through every piece of writing. Because he was truly someone you cannot forget 🙏🙏

@worldxwonders

[novaleia1611]

Falling

Hazel has been in love with Shane for years but he has always been out of her reach. Unable to keep her unrequited love to herself anymore, she decides to leave the company. But when Shane gets the wrong idea, will Hazel be able to make him understand? One Shot.

It had been such a long, long day and Hazel was completely ready for it to be over. Running one hand through her hair, she sat by the computer in her office, finalising the parameters of Rebecca 'Becky Lynch' Quin's new contract. She sat back, fingers pinching her nose to release the tension that was building behind her eyes. She had a long way to go until she was finished, and a migraine was the last thing she wanted to experience.

The sharp sound of the desk phone ringing cut through the silence in the room.

"Hazel McEnroe, Talent Relations," she greeted the caller as she wedged the phone between her shoulder and ear, her attentions more focused on a section of Becky's contract. She hoped her voice sounded upbeat enough to disguise the fatigue that was beginning to creep over her.

"My office. Now!" Shane's stern voice came from the other side of the line followed by the dial tone.

Frowning, Hazel looked at the phone and then replaced it back onto the cradle, gently gnawing on her bottom lip. That wasn't a typical interaction with her boss; he was normally so calm and collected, and he wasn't as rude as that either. His tone sent alarm bells ringing through Hazel.

Rising from her seat, she gently smoothed down the hem of her cream lace summer dress. Throwing on the fitted black blazer than hung across the back of her chair, Hazel saved her work and then popped the computer onto standby, heading out of her office and in the direction of Shane's.

Normally, she and Shane didn't travel but they were amid contract renewals and so they took the road for a few weeks each year to make negotiations with the talent run smoother. Having been in this arena a few times, Shane always picked the same room as his makeshift office. Hazel walked the familiar path through the winding corridors in search of it. She knocked once on the door after reaching the room and she heard his curt "Come in," from her side of the door.

His office was decorated rather neutral; cream walls and a dark grey carpet that at some point in time had had a rather thick pile but was now threadbare. The walls were bare except for a couple of old movie posters that had been framed and hung before the show rolled into town.

"You wanted to see me?" Hazel asked as she closed the door behind her, turning to face Shane, raising one eyebrow when she saw the pinched expression on his face. He was perched on the edge of his desk, arms crossed over his chest, legs crossed at the ankles. He wore a light blue shirt, open at the collar, some dark jeans and a pair of his favourite Nike sneakers in blue and white.

"Cathy Corino called," Shane said. "She asked when your last day with WWE was. Is there something you want to tell me?" he asked.

Hazel let out a sigh and reached down to fiddle with the large wood effect cuff bracelet she wore on her wrist.

She had put out feelers a few weeks ago to several other companies and when nothing had come of it, she had put it to the back of her mind and gotten on with her current job. She certainly hadn't expected Shane to call her in here and demand answers from her.

"I- "

Hazel opened her mouth to speak but Shane got there first, effectively cutting off anything she had to say.

"I didn't know that you weren't happy here," he cut her off with a clear hint of sadness in his voice. "And, if I'm being honest, I'm kind of hurt," he pushed himself to his feet and Hazel gulped at the new height difference between them. "I thought that we'd known each other long enough to be able to talk to one another, that if you had a problem that you could speak to me about it."

"I can talk to you -" Hazel tried.

"Evidently not," Shane laughed without humour. He let out a breath and shook his head at the brunette

Shane scratched the side of his head using his index finger.

Wracking her mind, Hazel tried to find something that she could say to him, something that would logically explain why she was considering leaving her dream job. But there wasn't anything she could say except the truth, and that was not a card she was willing to play.

"Look, Shane," Hazel started, reaching up to rub the back of her neck with one hand. Her hair was secured in a French twist and several strands had come loose at the back, sticking to the clammy skin of her neck. "I should have approached you about this, it's not something that I wanted you to be blindsided by. But it's also not something that I thought would amount to anything. I just put out a couple of feelers," she explained.

Shane pushed his tongue around in his mouth. "Any particular reason why you thought to put feelers out? Has something happened?"

Hazel swallowed nervously, now cupping her neck with her palm. "I just…I just think that it's time for a bit of a change," she shrugged, hoping her non-committal tone would cover what she was desperately trying not to say.

Shane swallowed thickly, his mouth becoming dry suddenly. He was completely lost for words. He could tell that something was niggling under the surface and that Hazel wasn't telling him the truth. But he couldn't exactly force her to talk to him. He thought of Hazel as his protegee; someone who he had coordinated with and coached through the business, and he had never thought he would see the day when she would leave him.

"I guess that there's nothing I can do to change your mind?" he asked the only question that he could think of.

Hazel met his eyes once more and she felt her stomach fluttering.

"No. I've made up my mind, Shane. I will stay on until you find someone to replace me, though."

Shane walked around to the other side of his desk and braced his hands upon it.

"Honestly, I'm not sure I'll find someone that could ever replace you, Hazel," he told her. "I'll make sure Cathy gets your reference."

Raking her teeth over her bottom lip, Hazel tried to force her emotions back down. Shane wasn't the type of guy who liked overwhelming displays of emotion. He liked to keep things business at work and any personal thoughts of feelings remained separate from the WWE.

"I'll have my notice on your desk by the end of night."

Taking a sip of her second gin of the night from her glass, Hazel sighed and sat back in the large booth she had claimed as her own. The hotel bar was currently quiet; only herself in the booth and a few people at the bar. Leaning her head back, she let out a deep sated sigh, closing her eyes and relishing in the small buzz that the gin was already affording her. Reaching up, she ran a hand through her now loose brown hair, massaging her root ache away.

A hand grazed her shoulder and she jumped, opening her eyes to see Jeff Hardy standing over her. She smiled at him, holding her palm out, inviting him to sit down.

"Hey," she said, reaching for her glass once more. "How are you?"

"Not bad, how are you, darlin'?" he replied, taking a seat at the opposite side of the booth from Hazel. He had freshly showered after the show and his damp multicoloured hair was pulled back into a bun at the nape of his neck. He now wore a pair of jeans and a hoodie and the air around Hazel was tinted with the scent of peppermint. She inhaled deeply, enjoying the fresh smell.

"I've had better days," she shrugged, her index finger tracing a line around the outer rim of her glass.

"So, I hear you're leaving us, eh?" he asked in his quiet southern drawl, a grin forming on his lips.

"Ha!" Hazel laughed, her eyes crinkling with mirth. She rolled her eyes, reaching for her glass and downing the rest of the gin before plucking one of the raspberries out of the glass and popping it in her mouth. She chewed thoughtfully before responding. "News travels fast around here. Why am I not surprised?" she added rhetorically. "I literally put my notice on Shane's desk, like, an hour ago," she protested, wondering how everyone managed to find out each other's business.

"Why? I thought you were happy here," Jeff asked, folding his arms across his chest as he sat back in the booth.

"I am happy," Hazel sighed sadly.

"So why are you leaving?" Jeff sat forward, his tattooed hand covering hers. "You don't belong at Shimmer, Hazel, you belong here. With us. You know if you just told him, none of this would matter."

"Absolutely not," Hazel shook her head. "What?" she asked when Jeff raised his eyebrows at her. "Tell him I'm hot for the boss? I'm such a walking fucking cliché! C'mon, Jeff," she shook her head. Hazel leaned forwards, bracing her chin on the palm of the hand that Jeff wasn't holding.

"So, you'd rather walk away from your dream job, your friends, your family?!" Jeff insisted. "For what?"

"To spare myself and Shane of the embarrassment," she laughed. "It's just a stupid crush and I know that once I'm away from the company that it will disappear," she said adamantly.

"You've been in love with Shane for years, Hazel. You can't fool me."

Hazel made a noise in the back of her throat.

"I've made up my mind. I appreciate everything that you're trying to do but there's nothing you can say that will change my mind," she replied, pushing herself up from the table. "You've been a good friend to me, Jeff," she moved closer to him. "Don't lose touch when I'm not here."

Jeff stood up. He was a head and shoulders above Hazel despite her being in heels. His arms wrapped securely around her and Hazel pressed her chin onto his shoulder, her hands cradling the back of his head.

"I'm gonna miss you, darlin'" Jeff told her, pulling back to press his lips to her cheek.

"Me too," Hazel sniffed, pulling away from him before she cried. "But I'm not leaving for a bit so we'll say a proper goodbye whenever that might be. For now," Hazel said, pressing her hands to Jeff's hoodie covered arms, "I am going to bed. It's been a long, long day," she sighed with a smile. Stepping back, she picked up her bag and headed for the exit of the bar.

Hazel was the only occupant of the elevator on the way up to the 12th floor. She grimaced at the tinny sounding music that was playing inside the box and breathed a sigh of relief when she got out at her floor. As she paced down the corridor, Hazel was surprised to see that she wasn't the only occupant on her floor.

"Shane," she greeted him with a tired, wary smile. "You're pacing. Is something wrong? What's happened?" she asked, worried at the look on his face when he stopped pacing and turned to face her.

"We need to talk," he replied.

"Shane, it's been a really long day. Can we talk tomorrow?"

All Hazel could picture was her bed and how blissful it would be to close her eyes. She wanted to be anywhere but in that corridor with Shane at that moment.

"Nope. Now," he motioned to her door. "I-I have something to say and I need to get it off my chest."

"O-Okay," Hazel stuttered, reaching out to unlock the door with her key card. She felt apprehensive now, worried about what Shane wanted to tell her. When she'd last laid eyes on him, she'd placed her notice on his desk. He'd been on a corporate call, and when she knocked on his door, he'd simply motioned for her to place it down and leave. Now, here he was, pacing in front of her hotel room, looking like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders.

Going inside, the brunette turned on all the lights and just as she was heading to open the balcony door to air the room, Shane spoke.

"Is Hardy the reason you're leaving?" he blurted out. "Do you love him?"

Hazel spun around. "What?" she asked, incredulously. "Why would you even-"

"I saw you. I saw the two of you in the bar," he was pacing again. "The way he was touching you and I saw you kiss him."

"On the fucking cheek!" Hazel snapped, through with listening to him. "And just what the bloody hell were you doing watching us?"

Shane stopped pacing, turning to look at Hazel. He narrowed his eyes slightly at the tone she had used with him. The air was thick with the tension crackling between them. This was a new dynamic for both.

"I was passing by the bar. I just saw-"

"You saw nothing! You saw two friends saying goodbye to each other after working together for a long time. And you thought that was enough to come up here and-"

"Do you love him or not, Hazel?!" Shane interrupted her, his tone furious.

"Are you fucking serious?! You come up here, pacing in front of my door like a bear with a sore head, accusing me of being in love with Jeff Hardy? He's fucking married, Shane! Is that the kind of person you think I am? You think I just break up marriages? I thought you knew me! I thought what we had went beyond you being my boss! I thought we were friends!" Hazel spat.

Opening his mouth, Shane tried to respond but Hazel got here first.

"I can't believe you are this fucking dense either. For someone who is so high up in this multi-billion-dollar business, you really can't see what's going on right in front of your eyes, can you?" she demanded, watching as he frowned his confusion. "It's you! I love you, Shane!" she finally confessed. "I love you so fucking much that I can't bear to work for you anymore because it hurts seeing you every day knowing that I will never have you," she cried, pushing past him, walking to the door. Hazel grabbed the door handle and opened it, turning back to Shane. "I am leaving my friends, leaving a place I love to work, giving up my dream job because I'm such a damn cliché – I fell for my boss. Everything was fine when you were married, I handled it, because despite what you apparently think of me, I'm not the type of person who breaks up a marriage. So, if you're through insulting me and ruining what is left of our friendship, I would appreciate it if you got the hell out of my room!" she continued, using her free hand to point to the corridor."

Shane was rooted to the spot, shocked by the outburst from one of his closest work colleagues and friends. He was struggling to process everything she had said to him, his head was spinning. He walked towards Hazel, his eyes roving over, her shoulders taught, her face frowning with anger. He stopped in front of her. Meeting his eye, Hazel shivered when Shane ran the rough pad of his thumb along her bottom lip.

"Say it again," he rasped.

"What? Get out!" Hazel tried, her lips moving against his thumb. Shane tugged at her bottom lip, a growl rumbling in the back of his throat. This was a new sound from him, something she had imagined so many times but had never heard. Knowing what he wanted to hear, Hazel flushed and pulled her shoulders back. "Shane, I lo-"

The words hadn't even left her mouth before his lips met hers in a hard, bruising, teeth-gnashing kiss. The breath was knocked from Hazel's body and her back met the wall, the door slamming closed she let go of the handle to loop her arms around Shane's waist, her fingers gripping his shirt at the back. She kissed him back, their tongues fighting for dominance which Shane easily won. His fingers were threaded through her hair and he used this to his advantage, enabling him to turn her head any which way he pleased.

Hazel's head was swimming; from the gin, from her anger at Shane and from his kisses. He broke away from her mouth, trailing open mouthed kisses down her throat, where he bit down gently on her pulse point. Hazel's breath hitched and her hands moved to work the buttons on his shirt, unlooping each one as Shane focused on her neck. He pulled her away from the wall and slid her jacket down her arms, dropping it to the floor. He brought his mouth back to hers, capturing her lips in another hard kiss and Hazel felt his fingers working at the belt around the waist of her dress. It clunked as it fell to the floor and Shane began to guide her backwards towards the bed.

Hazel pushed his now open shirt from his shoulders, letting it drop somewhere on the floor. Her hands ran up his bare chest, nails gently scraping through the light chest hair she found. Breaking away from Shane, she turned around, glancing over her shoulder at him.

"Unzip me," she husked, her voice thick. Taking a step closer, Shane gripped the zip and tugged it down, peeling the cream fabric back to reveal a silky black bra and matching lacy briefs, cut high around each toned ass cheek. The dress dropped to the floor and Hazel stepped out of it, kicking it off to the side. Shane's chest met her back and Hazel ground her hips back against him, feeling him hard against her back. Her mouth opened and she panted as Shane attached his mouth to the side of her neck once more. He wrapped one arm around her waist, holding her tightly against him, whilst his other hand slipped down to her core, his fingers grazing her through the lace of her underwear.

"Fuck, Shane!" she cried.

"You make the sweetest sounds," Shane whispered, tugging on her ear lobe with his teeth. Hazel keened, bucking her hips against his hand.

Suddenly, Hazel was spun around and Shane lifted her, her legs hooking around his waist. She giggled as he dropped her on the bed and she bounced with the force. Looking up at him as he stood over her in just his jeans, his pupils blown with lust, Hazel didn't think she'd ever been more turned on in her life. She bit her bottom lip as she sat up, unhooking her bra and sliding it off. Shane let out an involuntary groan as her breasts were revealed to him, nipples pulled taut by the cool air in the room. She dropped the bra at his feet before her hand reached out to palm him through his jeans. Shane took a breath through his nose, his head tipping back as Hazel unzipped his jeans and tugged them down, his cock bouncing free. He toed off his shoes, socks and his jeans as Hazel began to stroke him with her hand. Leaning forward, she teasingly ran her tongue up the entire underside, smiling when Shane groaned from above.

"You're everything I imagined...and more," she grinned, enjoying the effect she was having on him.

"You imagined this?" Shane asked, reaching out a hand to push Hazel's bangs back so that he could see her face.

"Every damn day," she confessed before tipping her head, opening her mouth to suck his length in. Shane's hips jerked forward and his fingers slid into her hair. He was gripping the strands tightly and this told her he was enjoying what she was doing. Opening her mouth wider, Hazel took in more of him, allowing him to thrust his hips forward until he hit the back of her throat. She bobbed her head, moving up and down his length, allowing Shane to control her movements with his hands in her hair. She glanced up at him, watching his head tip back, mouth open in pleasure.

Shane pulled her off him and his dick left her mouth with a pop.

He leaned down, kissing her sloppily as he pushed her back on the bed.

"I gotta to taste you," Shane told her, kissing down her body, pulling a nipple into his mouth as he went. Hazel arched her back as Shane's mouth blazed a trail down her body. He stripped her off her underwear and parted her legs, settling himself between them. "You're soaked," Shane said, sounding proud. "Is this what I do to you?"

"Yes," Hazel hissed out, throwing her head back as he swiped his tongue up her seam, the tip dancing around her clit before he pulled it into his mouth to suck. Shane buried his tongue inside her, flicking all the right spots. Her orgasm crept up quickly and then hit her like a ton of bricks. Shane gripped her thighs, holding her down as she rode out her pleasure against his mouth.

"You taste so good," he kissed his way back up her body. "I can't wait to find out what you feel like," his mouth formed a sexy grin before he kissed her again. Hazel could taste herself on his tongue, but it only served to turn her on even more.

Shane dragged his mouth down, snagging one of her nipples again with his lips and sucking it into his mouth. He laved it with his tongue, lacing the fingers of one hand with Hazel's other. He pumped his dick with his free hand, sliding inside her in one smooth go. Hazel let out a low moan, using her free hand to pull Shane's face back up to hers. Their lips met again and Hazel bit down on his bottom lip. Shane grabbed her other hand, lacing his fingers with it and pressing both of her hands against the mattress above her head. His thrusts were particularly hard, their hips snapping together each time. Tipping her head to the side, Shane buried his face in her neck, breathing harshly as he gripped her hands tighter. Hazel's nails dug into the back of his hands.

"Harder, Shane," she panted. His chest rubbed against hers, creating a delicious friction between them. Hazel wrapped her legs around his waist, allowing him to go deeper. She could feel her orgasm approaching once more and she cried out as she clamped down around him.

Shane cursed under his breath, loving the feel of Hazel around him but not wanting it to end so soon.

"Cum for me, Shane," Hazel whispered in his ear, still quivering through her own orgasm but desperate to feel him let go inside of her. He held their hands down with even more pressure as a guttural groan left his mouth and he emptied himself inside of Hazel.

Thrusting a few more times before pulling out, Shane fell to the side of her, the two of them lying side-by-side, both breathless.

Feeling sore but thoroughly ravished, Hazel started laughing and before he knew it, Shane was joining in. Hazel turned to him, propping herself up on one elbow.

"Why haven't we done that before?" Shane asked, tugging a piece of her hair and wrapping it around his finger.

"You were married," Hazel told him, lowering her eyes. She reached out, lightly grazing his chest with a fingernail.

"I haven't been married for a while," Shane admitted. "And my marriage was over a long time before my divorce."

"I still would never have interfered. Besides, I didn't think you were interested in that way," Hazel blushed.

Shane reached out, tipping her chin up with his forefinger, so that she would meet his gaze. Since knowing her, this was one of the few moments that he'd ever seen Hazel appear shy in.

"Who wouldn't be interested in you?" he asked, rhetorically. "You're beautiful," he husked, his finger moving lower to graze around one of Hazel's nipples. Biting her bottom lip, Hazel closed her eyes in satisfaction. Moving his hand up, Shane wrapped his palm around Hazel's neck. He pulled her towards him, her face hovering over his. She opened her eyes to meet his gaze. "I love you," he whispered. "I think I've loved you for longer than I care to admit."

They shared another kiss, tongues lazily dancing together.

"Does this mean you'll stay?"

Hazel grinned. "Oh, I don't know. I put my notice on the boss' desk earlier. I'm not sure if I can take it back."

"I have connections. I'm sure we can work something out," he laughed, pulling her in for another kiss

[purplesurveys]

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From Head to Toe

What kind of shampoo and conditioner do you use? My shampoo is Dove and my conditioner is a local brand. What's your favorite color and brand of eyeshadow? I don’t do eyeshadow. I don’t know the first thing about makeup so whenever someone puts eyeshadow on me I just tell them to go with whatever shade they think would suit me, and thankfully they’ve always made good judgment calls lol. Ever use tinted mascara? I don’t think so. Do you think liquid eyeliner is too much or just right? Man, there’s more to head to toe than just makeup :/ I love liquid eyeliner, it’s the only piece of makeup I was ever invested in and had several of at one point. Lipstick or lip gloss? Lip gloss. I find lipstick too bold and the few times I wore it didn’t feel right for me.

One cosmetic product you can't live without is: Couldn’t care less, honestly. What lotion would you want to have a lifetime supply of? Am not a lotion girl either. The only reason I constantly have lotion is because everyone gives them as gifts, so with me it’s like while I use lotion regularly, I don’t have a go-to brand because I have various kinds haha. Innie or outie? Am an innie. Where is your biggest birthmark? The one behind my left shoulder is the most noticeable one. Are your toenails painted? No, they aren’t. Are your feet ticklish? The back of my feet used to be but through the years other parts of my body have become more ticklish.

Yummy in the Tummy

What's your position on sushi? Love them. Love all seafood. With sushi, the more unfamiliar the fish the better – I always love trying out new kinds. I do think sashimi is a tad bit better though. What about mushrooms? I can’t call myself a mushroom connoisseur haha I know so little about them cause they aren’t really a part of our cuisine. Is truffle a kind of mushroom? I like that, but that’s about it for my mushroom appreciation. Spicy food? You’re not Asian if you can’t handle spicy food and we’ve all been raised to enjoy them. I know only a handful of people who don’t like spicy food, but they’re picky enough eaters as it is so they don’t really count. Johnny Depp is taking you out! What restaurant do you choose? Idk, I’ll let him take me wherever he wants to eat. He deserves that after the shitfest that was Amber Heard. Favorite drink to order at the bar? Like I said in a previous survey, I’ll flock to the Long Island Iced Tea if they have it on the menu. I forgot my back-up whether it’s Screw Driver or Cosmopolitan, but it’s def one of those. For cheaper, more relaxed bars, I’d get a Zombie. Favorite wine? Hate wine. Favorite beer? I hate beer for the most part but we had had to cross paths in the past because some bars I’ve been to only served beer, blech. That said, I found myself enjoying Red Horse the most, followed by Pale Pilsen.

Favorite drink to cool off with? Just good old ice-cold water. Favorite drink to sip by the fire? I don’t really do that. Favorite midnight snack? Mi Goreng instant noodles. What's a food both you and your animal companion enjoy? Burgers. Filipino dogs or askals are accustomed to eating human food with no negative consequences because it’s how they’ve always gotten by, living on the streets; and since my dog is part askal he also loves his human food and started shunning dog food at a super early age.

Favorite snack when you're watching rented movies? I don’t rent movies but uhhhh I like having Potato Corner with me when I’m watching in the cinema, but I don’t typically eat anything if I’m only watching from home. What do you cook well? Nothing. Favorite food at a BBQ? Thanks, Tumblr; today I learned BBQ can refer to an event. Haha seriously though, I just learned that now because we don’t do that here.   Favorite soda when you were a kid? Always hated soda. Dessert you're craving right now? Red velvet cookie sandwiches sound so fucking good right now. Favorite fruit to put in a smoothie? It’s a big nope for me on smoothies, sir.

Good Times

Who do you know that gives the best hugs? Laurice. I don’t even have to think about this. She hugs everyone that enters Skywalk so she’s pretty much a master at the craft. Who took you on your most romantic date? I’ve only had dates with Gabie. Who do you know that can give a good back rub? I dunno. I’m ticklish, so I don’t like the idea of being massaged anywhere. I feel like I’d just flinch the second I feel someone’s hand on me. What's a song you and all your friends sing along with? Does it have to be sing? Super Bass is universally memorized as far as I know hahahaha. But if we’re going with sing, Edge of Glory is very well-loved too. When it's just you and the girls/guys, what movie do you put in? My friends and I don’t really do movie days/nights because we’re constantly busy with academics. The one time we watched a film, though, it was The Devil Wears Prada. Best party you ever threw? I’ve never thrown a party for myself. My best big party remains to be my 7th; my parents really pulled out all the stops for that and it’s still memorable for me until today. 7th birthdays are a bit of a big deal in Philippine tradition (I never really knew why lol) so my party was organized in a way an 18th birthday would be, but some parts were obviously tweaked to be fitting for a 7 year old – it was held at a ballroom in Makati Shang, my mom used plush flowers for my 7 roses, all the kids that were invited had to be in gowns, etc.

Who was with you on the coolest road trip ever? I haven’t had a cool road trip yet. The few road trips I’ve had with friends I was the sole driver, and I was always left feeling completely pooped at the end of the day -__- Who was with you on the coolest camping trip ever? I’ve never camped before. Who would you take with you on a luxury cruise? My girlfriend, but you knew that already. I suppose going on a cruise with my college friend group would be chaotic fun too haha. Who was with you the last time you got into trouble? I got in trouble in a PE class, so I was with my classmates. Who's got your back in a fight? The top three people I can think of are Gabie, Angela, and Andrew. Who makes you feel gorgeous on a bad day? Also my girlfriend. Who makes you laugh until you cough blood? That’s...graphic lmao, but I’d go with either Aya or Jum. Who would you take with you as a date to your sister's wedding? Again, Gabie. Name the first five friends that come to mind. ^ Her, Kate, Laurice, Andrew, Angela.

Hobbies and Interests

What keeps your mind and hands busy when you're not at work? If I don’t have to be doing any work you can usually find me lounging with my phone or laptop. What bars or clubs would we expect to find you at? Nothing you know. I typically go to the bars along the street where my university is since they’re close enough, it’s a lively and popular hub for college kids, and the drinks are cheap. I’ll sometimes go to BGC for drinks but that is extremely random; I probably go there twice or thrice a year. What magazines do you or would you subscribe to? Haven’t thought about magazines in a looong time. If you started a book club, what genre would you be covering? Anything nonfiction I suppose. The only time I’ll cover fiction is if a book is historical fiction. If you could be president of a club or organization, what would it be? My own org’s. I had the opportunity to be president this year but I passed up the chance since I didn’t want my senior year to become too hectic, especially since I was running for honors and I had joined another organization. I went for a certain vice presidency position instead. What causes would we see you protesting on behalf of? Anything to do with women’s rights, anything anti-Duterte or anti-Marcos, anything to support the working class if they are being abused. Do you like to shop for clothes by yourself or with friends? I like having a second opinion. Yoga at home or at the gym? No yoga. Where would you want to work, if you could? WWE.

Odds & Ends

Did you wish on the last shooting star you saw? That hasn’t happened in a very long time. I would though, just to feel like a kid again. Are you a fabulous host? I haven’t held the responsibility of being a host yet hahaha I’m too scared to start. I’d rather hand the job to my friends who I know can do an exponentially better job than I would. Why won't jeans ever go out of style? Because they aren’t limiting and are incredibly versatile – mom jeans, ripped jeans, bell bottoms, skinny jeans, what have you – so it’s been easy to have them adjust to whatever style is trendy any time, any decade. Is the truth really out there? Ugh, get out philosophy questions it is 3:07 AM. Assuming you ever have kids, what will you name your daughter? Your son? Olivia for a girl. Still clueless about boy names. Has anyone ever crossed oceans of time to find you? No? Admit it, you loved Dirty Dancing. I’ve never even seen it.

The Name Game

Who's the first friend you call when you wanna go out? Laurice or Angela, depending on who is free or what I wanna do – if it’s to have drinks I call Angela, if it’s to get a lunch at Area 2, Laurice. Who's the first friend you call when you wanna hang in for the night? I don’t do that. If I have plans to hang in the evening I have to have every detail mapped out – who I’ll be with, what we’ll do, whose house we’ll be staying at – days in advance because my mom is strict and because I’m Asian lmaooooo Who do you call when you're freaking out? Gabie, always. Only she knows how to calm me down. If Gabie’s the one I’m having issues with, I go to Angela. Who do you call to try something new with you? Anyone who’s down to try the new thing, honestly. Who do you call when you need bail money? Myyyyyyy dad, probs. My mom would kill me. Who would kick someone's ass for you? My girlfriend. Who would lie to keep you out of trouble? ANGELA. Sometimes when I’m at home I’ll get a text from her saying, “If my mom calls you, tell her I’m with you studying” even if she’s somewhere either drinking or hanging at Hans’ condo. I’ve pulled the same shit with her too whenever I’m at Gabie’s place. Who would make you go to the gym, even if you're too tired? I don’t think anyone would be able to pull that off. If I’m too tired already, don’t force me to do anything. Who would come take care of you if you were sick? Realistically my dad. But I wish Gab can do it, too. Who would help you host a posh dinner party? Jofab probably. The guy can cook. If we were any closer, I’d recruit him to make some damn good steak and pick out the music to play. I’d also ask Laurice to come up with the decor, since she’s good at that stuff. Who would help you clean your house before you had houseguests? Out of all the people I know, only my mom could make an area completely spotless. Who would enjoy watching Disney movies with you? Gabie. But really, how are you? I’m doing okay, but I really must head to bed after this survey lol. Did you make sure to get in some "you" time today? I’ve had tons of that this whole month. I gotta say I’ve been needing it and it feels really good. How many loved ones did you get to talk to today? I think 11? – four in my immediate family, my dog, my lola, Tito Rocky, Gab, Angela, Andrew, Leigh. Gonna treat yourself to something tonight? Sleep. What would you like to dream about tonight? I’m not hoping for anything but my recent dreams HAVE been part odd and part hilarious so I’m kinda excited to see what my mind has in store for tonight. Did anyone hurt your feelings today? Nope. Do you have a furry companion to cuddle up and read a book with tonight? I have a furry companion but he hates staying on beds, so I’m ruling out cuddling.

Before we part...

What's your name? Robyn. What's your sign? Zodiac? Taurus. Ever had Chicken Guadalahara? No, I’ve never even heard of it. Always willing to try, though. Daquaris or Margaritas? Margaritas, but only because I don’t think I’ve tried the first one before. Ceasar's or Bloody Mary's? Neither. I’ve never tried Ceasar’s and Bloody Mary is just so fucking nasty to me. Mexican food or Italian food? Italian. I very rarely crave Mexican, but Gab and I will often have dates at Mama Lou’s, our go-to Italian restaurant. Ocean, lake, or river? Ocean.

Cabin in the woods or beachfront home? Beachfront, for sure. I don’t think I could ever get tired of the beach/sea/ocean. Karaoke or dancing? Neither if I’m sober, both if I’m drunk. All or nothing? All.

[princessniquane]

A Smirk And A Flirtatious Eyes Roman Reigns/Reader

It’s been six months since these Shield guys came onto the scene. It was shocking for all of us. They came from NXT formerly known as FCW. Dean Ambrose, Seth Rollins, and the most dare I say, b.e.a.-utiful man Roman Reigns.

These three guys have been wrecking havoc backstage. Beating down just about every superstar in the back. It was kind of unsafe for all employees. But I have to give it them they are dominating this industry.

Just like everybody else I try to stay clear of them. And for the most part I do but there are times when we cross paths. I don't make eye contact just look down and walk away as fast as I can.

I watched backstage as they went after Sheamus. Poor guy. I look to my side as Dolph walked up to me. He had a match coming up against Mark Henry.

"Promise me you will be careful. I know they already attacked Sheamus but that doesn’t mean they won’t attack again," I tell him.

"I know and I will. I promise. But you got to promise me to stay clear of them too. Especially with what you working with tonight," he teases.

I was wearing camouflage jeans and a hot pink shirt with my long black hair straight out and black combat boots. It was nothing special, just an outfit. Unlike the other women I don't care about designer clothes and shoes. As long as I'm comfortable I'm good.

"Nothing special," I shrug.

We talk a bit as I walk him to the gorilla for his match. The guy gives Dolph his cue as his music plays.

"Wish me luck."

I roll my eyes but kiss him on the cheek anyway. I go to walk backstage to find Summer to pass the time and hoping that I don't run into The Shield. But with my luck these days I don't see that happening. I get a text from Summer saying she's in catering as I round the corner.

I bump into a wall and fall on my ass. Well at least I think it was. I'm pretty sure that I didn't walk into a wall. I look up when I hear snickering. Ryback.

"Well well. Look who it is. Are you lost LITTLE girl? He he," Ryback laughs and starts towards me.

I lift myself up to tell him to fuck off but before I could get anything out he gets  attacked. I push myself up against the wall stuck in place as The Shield lay a three on one beat down on him.

After they triple powerbomb Ryback through a table they turn to me. Rollins looks me up and down but quickly walks away. Ambrose has a smirk on his face as always and it sends chills down my spine.

The last to leave is Reigns. He looks me up and down slowly as if he's undressing me with his eyes. When he finally looks at me there's a smirk with flirtatious eyes baring right into me. I feel a wetness between my legs as we stare at each other.

Then suddenly Dolph appears in front of me as to protect me from the Juggernaut. Roman scoffs at him and walks away.

"You ok? Did they do something to you? What happened?"

"Dolph calm down. I'm fine ok," I tell him.

"Calm down! You want me to calm down after-. Why does Ryback look like he went through a table?" Dolph asks. Ryback is slowly getting up.

"He deserved it. If you would just listen to me and let me explain."

"Explain what exactly? That The Shield put Ryback through a table. I can pretty much gather that since they are the only people beaten superstars down," Dolph says.

"They SAVED me from Ryback!" I grab his shoulders to explain.

"What?"

"They saved me from Ryback. I was going to meet Summer in catering when I accidentally bumped into him. He tried to intimidate me but The Shield attacked him before he could do anything," I explain to him and he calms down a little.

He sighs. "Come on let me take you to catering to Summer so I can shower."

We walk in silence. He doesn't greet Summer just tells her to keep an eye out for me. Seriously I get that they are dangerous but I can protect myself. I tell Summer all what she missed while having a quick bite to eat. Later after the show ends and everybody is making their way to the hotel, Dolph won’t talk to me.

Like come on what is he so mad about? He just gives me one word answers or shrug his shoulders. Fine whatever. As we get in line in the lobby I can’t help but think about the way Reigns was looking at me. I really need to stop thinking about this guy and forget about him.

Even though I usually share a room with Dolph or Summer. I don't want to deal with Dolph's attitude tonight. I ask the lady who my roomie was going to be. She looks it up.

"Um a Roman Reigns."

When she says that name I freeze.

"Right. Can I get a different room? I know the company already paid for a room but ill pay for this myself. He has a girlfriend and I really don't want any drama to happen. So...do you think you could give me another room?" I frantically ask.

Of course I didn't even know if he did have a girlfriend. I don't even know one thing about him except that he is apart of The Shield.

"I'm so sorry but we're all booked."

"Um...ok. Thanks."

I go to Summer who was waiting for me unlike Dolph who already left to his room and explain who I'm rooming with. She scoffs at me and tell me teasingly how lucky I am.

We are on different floors, her on the third and me on the fourth, so we part all too soon. I finally get to my room and its dark. Well I guess that means he hasn't gotten here yet. I take my shoes off and head to the bedroom.

There's only one bed. Fuck. Then the shower running registers in my mind. Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Wait I shouldn't be saying fuck when Roman Fucking Reigns is naked, dripping wet in my shower.

I try and shake the naughty thoughts in my head and grab my things for bed since I showered earlier and wasn't needed in the ring. I was so in my thoughts that I didn't hear the shower turn off.

I instinctively look behind me just to see a hot sexy wet dripping adonis standing in the doorway of the bathroom. I looked him up and down from the towel to the abs to the chiseled chest with the tattoo on the right pectoral to his gray eyes. Oh shit! I look away.

"Well well well. Isn't this a surprise. Don't worry I won't bite, unless you want me to." I can just hear the smirk on his face. Cocky bastard.

"This is going to be a fun night. I can tell. Can’t you? I mean you've already started stripping for me. How bout you give me a show babygirl?"

I scrunched my face up confused until I looked down. I only had my tshirt on and my black short shorts in my hands. I quickly bend over to put it on. He chuckles.

"Babygirl there's no need to cover up from me," he walks up behind me.

He puts his hands on my hips. I'm still bent over slightly so I can feel the heat radiating off his body. When he grinds his sex against my backside is when I realized he is no longer wearing the towel.

He pushes back and forth against me making me even more wet. I know he can feel it to because there's only one thing that is separating us is my panties. He grinds harder grunting and I push back moaning.

"You like that baby? Huh?" I nod my head. "You want my cock?" I nod again. "You want my big fat cock to fill that pussy of yours don't you babygirl. I want you to beg for it."

Fuck this feels so good. I can feel just how big he is and I just need for him to take me. I don't beg but the way he is going I may have to make an exception. Just this once. But wait...

"What about your girlfriend?"

"Ever since I got in the WWE we've been separated. So don't worry about that because I'm sure not," he stops his movements. "You're wearing to many clothes."

He takes my shirt off and lay me on my back and hover over me. He kisses me hungrily as he palms my wet heat. I moan his name.

"Beg for me." He slips his hand in my panties and rub my clit.

"I don't beg."

He chuckles. "We'll see."

Roman takes my bra and panties off and spread my legs as he gets in between. He thrusts two fingers in slowly while sucking and tugging on my nipples. I arch up into the sensation he gives me.

When he switches to the other nipple he pushes a third finger inside my pussy at a fast pace. I was moaning and grinding against him. I can feel the precum from him on my thigh as he breathes in my neck.

"Beg!"

"No," I say as i shake my head side to side.

"Do it!" He goes to an extreme slow pace as I clench close to orgasm.

"Fuck! Yes! Please Roman...I want your cock so bad! I need it so much! I need you fat cock to pound my pussy hard! Roman please!" I finally beg needing more of that feeling.

He grabs the back of my neck and pulls me into a bruising kiss as he removes his fingers. He licks them clean then start to leaves kisses and bites as he goes down my body spreading my legs. Roman sucks on my clit then nips at my right thigh then left and back to sucking my clit.

"Please," I whisper.

Roman wastes no time and dives into my heat. Licking, sucking, and biting at my core while my hands are in his hair and gripping the sheets moaning. The heat builds up to fast and quickly and before I realized I let go screaming Roman's name. He takes every thing that i give him.

Our neighbor bangs on the wall telling us to be quiet.

As I catch my breath he circles my clit with his tongue. I whimper. He kisses back up my body and to my lips. He slowly pushes his length inside me as he continues to kiss me. I arch up as he slides home and let out drawn out moan.

Roman wraps my legs around him as he thrusts deeply. He moans in my ear and it is the sexiest thing ever. I don’t think I can get more turned on then I already am. This feels way to good.

He sits me up with him with me in his lap thrusting fast. I have my arms around his neck and shoulders scratching and running my fingers through his hair. I pull him in for a kiss as I grind hard on him making him groan.

He surprises me with a slap to my ass. I moan.

"You like that?" He does it again. "Huh? You like it when I spank this fat ass?" He hits the other cheek.

All I could do is moan every time he gives it a smack. He pulls out and gets me on my side and goes behind me thrusting back inside. I tangle my leg with his as he bites and licks at my neck while he pounds into my heat.

His grunts and moans in my ear felt so erotic as he grabs, touches, pinches, and rubs anywhere he can. Roman rubs my clit at a fast pace. I bulk up to his fingers while grabbing onto his arm.

Roman bites down on my neck extremely hard on one thrust. He pulls out again and forces me on my hands and knees. He fucks me harder and goes deeper penetrating my g spot everytime. He pins my hands down and lifts my bottom upwards.

"Aaah! Yes...oh fuck. Just like that baby. You feel so good," he moans. "Almost there. Almost there...shit."

The only sounds in the room were our moans, obscenities, and skin smacking skin. Roman then starts back giving each cheek a smack. I moan in bliss as he doesn't stop fucking me from behind. It is way too much for me that I'm on the brink of-.

"Oh shit! Fuck Roman...." I scream out as my orgasm hits me hard.

"Aaaaah fuck! Babygirl...fuck!" He cries out as he cums.

He pulls out when he catches his breath. He then wraps his arm around me pulling me close. I snuggle up to him and feel the bite on both sides of my neck. Well that's gonna be hard to cover up.

"Don't bite much my ass."

He looks down at me and I show him the marks on my neck and shoulders. He just chuckles.

"And you loved every single second of it," he kisses me on the head.

[thorofasgard007]

Casting my WIP:  “Blade of Penance Volume I:  Bore of Great Sacrifice”

Haven’t posted anything in a while thought I would put up a fun game for us aspiring authors out there.  My first draft nears completion.  Just a the final fight, “mop-up” and a couple appendices to write.  Hoping to be done this week while I am on vacation. *fingers crossed*

Anyway, I saw a YouTube video posted by an authortuber I follow named Kim Chance where she went through the dream casting of her newest book Seeker (soon to be released here is the video https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q5Rmhm8HhE8).  I was thinking while I was running some errands earlier today I should do something similar.  If my novel(s) ever get made into a movie whom would I cast as each character?  So I decided to post that here and see what other authors/aspiring authors would cast as their characters.  Name the character, a brief description of them, then the actor/actress and why you would cast them.  

Here are the rules:  #1)  You have to use the actors/actresses as they are TODAY.  No using “Early 80′s Arnold” or Clint Eastwood like he was when he played Dirty Harry.  It also goes without saying you can’t use actors that have retired from acting or passed away.  #2)  If there is a seminal movie/tv show in your genre you cannot use actors from that franchise.  Since this rule can really make things difficult you can use up to TWO exceptions to rule #2.  Since my WIP is epic fantasy both actors from Peter Jackson’s Lord of the Rings movies and Game of Thrones are disqualified.

Okay here we go.

Dorath:

The father of my hero Kaaldor.  A former general and hero of the Battle of Gos.  The last scion of the House of Dranus who’s progenitor alongside Ka’Reyus The Elven Warrior King lead the Great Liberation against the Dragon Rule of Rab Yangin 500 years ago.  Few either human or elf could match his skill with the blade save maybe one.

At first I thought of The Most Electrifying Man in Sports Entertainment:  Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson.  I even used his physique as a bit of a template when I was doing up his character model.  However in the end I thought he should be cast a bit younger (Don’t hit me with the People’s Elbow Rock.)

Therefore I will use one of my exceptions early and go with Aquaman, aka Kahl Drogo, Mr. Jason Mamoa.

Ka’Reyus:

The Elven Warrior King and Grandfather to my hero.  Unquestionably the greatest warrior alive.  Has gone unmatched in swordsmanship for over 500 years.  Single headedly fought and slew three dragons at once.  Him and Dranus (Dorath’s ancestor) tag-teamed to slay the corrupted dragon lord Rab Yangin to free the continent of Kalis from drake rule.  Is Dorath his equal as a warrior??? SPOILERS :)

For him I batted around a few choices including Liam Neeson and Russel Crowe of course cgi would have to be used to size them down because as an elf Ka’Reyus was only 5 feet tall.

I finally decided on Wolverine himself (aka Jean ValJean, aka PT Barnum) Hugh Jackman.

(Yes this is an older pic... but I wanted one of him as Wolverine :) )

Princess Almelphia:

Mother of Kaaldor.  Only child of Ka’Reyus.  The unchallenged beauty of Elvendom.  All the nobility compete for her attention not only for her beauty but that whomever she chose as her husband would be the likely successor to the elven throne.  She is also is the only member of the royal house with any magical ability, even though it is just limited to reading the memories left behind on things/people that she touches.  While my hero was growing up she always called him her “little champion” and he did everything he could to live up to that title.

She was a tough choice.  If I wanted to use my second exception I would have chosen The Khalessi herself Emilia Clarke but considering Jason Mamoa is Dorath… that may be a little much.  I also considered Miranda Otto (aka Eowyn) but again didn’t want to use my second exception.  Therefore I decided to go with Jenna Coleman aka Clara Oswald from Dr. Who, and Queen Victoria on Victoria.

Here she is from the “Robin Hood Episode” of Dr. Who so you could see how she would look in a fantasy setting.

Ka’Vatch:

Lifelong friend of Ka’Reyus and Elvul Ka’s(the elven nation’s) foremost smith.  Him and Ka’Reyus both learned their weaponry by working his father’s forge.  Growing up Kaaldor learned from Ka’Vatch at the same forge.  To be a great warrior you must both know your weapons and then know yourself.  The weapons part started with Ka’Vatch after an 8 year old Kaaldor hid in his smith from bullies that didn’t like that he was half human.

For him I thought about Michael Ironside.  Granted you usually see him as a bad guy (and he plays a great villain, especially with his voice work... if they ever do a live action version of Darkseid they should have him reprise the role from his voice work on Superman: TAS etc).  However age is a factor.  Therefor I chose Josh Brolin aka Thanos… aka Cable.

Ka’Draoi: (pronounced Ka’ DREE, gotta love Gaelic)

Grand Thaumaturge of Elvul Ka’ and one of the world’s most powerful wizards.  He draws his power from the Blue Flame like all elves and fought along side Ka’Reyus and Dranus in The Great Liberation.  Being such a long time friend of the king he can often get away with breaches of proper decorum and has been known to have a bit of a ...shall we say “unique” sense of humour.

My original choice for this role was of course Sean Connery... but he has been retired from acting for some time.  I thought about Terrance Stamp (aka General Zod from Superman II, my all time favourite movie villain) but decided against it.  I didn’t want to use another exception or to be seen as him being a Gandalf clone so no Sir Ian McKellan.

In the end I chose another James Bond Pierce Brosnan, he can command the regal presence and wisdom Ka’Draoi needs, plus have the comic timing to pull off the sense of humour needed.

Ok.  That covers Kaaldor’s family and the elves.  Now lets move on to some more human characters.

Admiral Jagaran:

He is the Admiral of the Palan fleet (the main villain nation of the story) and in command of its new flagship The Jorgmundr (a ship completely made of dragonbone).  He is a very skilled warrior, especially at see and a cunning strategist.  He always takes the most straightforward path to victory whether it is an honourable choice or not.  However he has been known to let his ego get the better of him.

My first choice was Peter Wingfield.  Highlander fans will recognise him as Methos from the 90′s Highlander TV series.  (As a point of trivia I watched some of Methos’ sword fights on the series to map out some of this character’s move sets).  However he has apparently retired from acting and at last report was pursuing a career in medicine.

So instead I went with Rome’s Ray Stevenson, he has been in many other things but I mostly know him as Titus Pullo on Rome, Volstagg from the MCU and as Frank Castle in Punisher: War Zone (I should dust that one off I haven’t watched it in a while)

Anonyus:

The Mage assigned to the Jorgmundr.  Although he technically outranks Jagaran as he is a mage his role on the ship is similar to that of a “political officer” on the old Soviet ships.  He is your classic sadist that makes King Joffrey and Reese Bolton look like boy scouts.  He prefers to invoke fear in his adversaries of what he may do than to actually inflict the pain.

For him I went back to the MCU and chose Tom Hiddleston, aka Loki.  I just love him as a villain.

(Point of trivia... he originally auditioned for the part of Thor... go fig because he was so good as Loki.)

Armorton:

The chief slave-driver on The Jorgmundr, and a sadist son of a... gun (trying to keep this PG) in his own right.  He takes perverse pleasure in publicly and brutally executing slaves that can no longer work in the bowels of the ship... or just make an example of.  As he is more a hand to hand brute than a swordsman I went with a wrestler/actor for him.  Dave Bautista from Guardians of the Galaxy (gee I am pulling a lot from the MCU) and Spectre, also a former WWE Champion.

Ok... let’s get away from the villains for a bit.

Dex:

The classic dashing rogue.  Thinks he is “the pyres” gift to women and even names his lockpicks after his conquests.  Never met a maiden he didn’t want to hit on.  Or a full coin-purse he didn’t want to cut.  Always ready with a witty retort but also willing to help when he sees something unjust.  Kaaldor sometimes sees him as his best friend... and other times wants to punch him.  But they somehow make it work as they defend the village of Belieret from the warlord Tyv.

This character needs the comic timing that only Ryan Reynolds can provide.  I have been a fan of his since he was in Blade: Trinity (not as bad as everybody says) and he was dead on casting as Deadpool.

Klok:

A Baegian merchant that is one of the few in Belieret willing to learn how to fight to protect his new home.  His own brother betrayed him when the Baegian King became a vassal for Q’Rab The Sorcerer King of Palis and Klok began to speak ill of the new regime.  He couldn’t let hit happen again with Tyv.

I have chosen a bit of an odd choice.  A TV actor named Alimi Ballard.  He has been on many TV shows but I mostly remember him as David Sinclair on Numb3rs.

Ok lets do some more villains then we will go for the Hero and Heroine.

Tyv:

The warlord that is pulling the old extortion racket on the village of Belieret.  He blames Ka’Reyus for ***SPOILERS***.  Little do the villagers know he is just a cog in the machinery of one of Q’Rab’s plans.  In the meantime he plans to take his revenge on Ka’Reyus by sending him Kaaldor’s head.

For this I am going cast Clancy Brown, mostly because he played my #2 all time favourite movie villain The Kurgan in Highlander.  You would also recognise him from The Shawshank Redemption and Starship Troopers.  He as also done a lot of voice work, including Lex Luthor for Superman: TAS, Savage Oppress on Star Wars: The Clone Wars and Mr. Krabs on SpongeBob SquarePants (lol).

Hespera:

Apprentice to the Sorcerer Q’Rab and Master/Mistress to Anonyus.  She suffers no failure and many of her apprentices have felt her wrath.  None have lived to tell the tale.  Her vanity is her weakness and although devoted to Q’Rab for centuries she has been known to have her own machinations to undermine his plans.  You only briefly see her in the first book... but I plan to have her take a much larger role in book 2.

For her... if she is willing to be a redhead my first choice is Wonder Woman herself Gal Gadot.  She can be both regal, the flirt to ensnare men but then switch gears to be something menacing all at once.

(come on I had to choose a Wonder Woman pic... all the world is waiting for you... and the powers you possess :) )

Q’Rab:

Sorcerer King of Palis and has ruled for over 200 years.  He draws his power from the Black Flame and rarely gets his hands dirty himself but is always a Master of Puppets pulling strings from afar.  All under his rule are fanatically devoted to him.  Whenever he is mentioned they finish the sentence with “May his reign be eternal”.   It has yet to be determined who is the more powerful wizard if him and Ka’Draoi were to meet in a duel, and the true goal of his plans while he is at war with the nation of Corlot are ****SPOILERS****.  His origins are ***SPOILERS***.

For him I went with a bit of an odd choice, I needed a classical type of actor but one that wasn’t your standard English baddie.  I went with Alexander Siddig.  While best known as Dr. Bashir on Star Trek:  Deep Space Nine, he also has a long movie and TV career including 24, Gotham on the small screen and Kingdom of Heaven and The Nativity Story on the big screen.  If he can pull off both The Angel Gabriel and Ra’s Al Ghul he can pull of Q’Rab.  (Note:  As he was also Doran Tyrell on Game of Thrones... he is my second exception)

Ok... you are saying enough with the villains.  Fine lets get to the main event.  My hero and heroine.  First the Heroine:

Renna:

Daughter of the captain of The Divine Lady, the ship that Kaaldor is a passenger on when The Jorgmundr strikes.  While able to fight for herself knows when she is out of her depth and instead fits into the facilitator role to get Kaaldor what he needs to win.  She can also act as the diplomat to Kaaldor’s brute force as she knows not every problem can best be solved by the right amount of smashing.  She is not the damsel in distress like Lois Lane that always needs a Superman to rescue her, but she also knows she doesn’t have to be Xena to be strong either.

This one was a hard choice... The aforementioned Jenna Coleman was a strong contender at one point.  I also considered Rosa Salazar (loved her in Alita Battle Angel) however in the end (maybe because I just did a binge watch of Cobra Kai over the Labour Day Weekend) I chose Mary Mouser (Samantha LaRusso on Cobra Kai).  Her look is the right combo of innocence, beauty and strength which is what you need to play Renna.

Finally.

Kaaldor:

The hero of the story.  Half-elf and half human.  Trained by his grandfather since he was eight years old to be a warrior without equal.  He was even able to fight Ka’Reyus to a draw.  Though of the elvish royal family very few fully accept him as part of elvish society.  He can never let an injustice stand and sometimes gets himself deep in a bad situation by acting without thinking.  But still is the one willing to act when others are too scared to.  In the end he must complete his quest to ***SPOILERS***

For him I originally thought of Daniel Cudmore, I best remember him as Colossus in X-Men 2 and X-Men 3 (boy did three SUCK).  However in the end thought a Hemsworth was a better fit.  Not Chris (Thor)… but Liam (Expendables 2, The Hunger Games).  (Note:  He will probably have to bulk up a bit as when I wrote the character I was thinking “Early 80′s Arnold”)

Well There you go... It was a lot of fun going through this.  For all you authors/aspiring authors out there... lets see your own lists.  Use the Tag below. :)

[llzehs]

I am well aware of WWE’s lazy ass booking with Dean’s turn right now. But being a writer, we love to over-analyse shit and do our little character studies right? Dean and Seth are such compelling relatable characters, I can’t help but dig deeper.

So, I still hate how Seth keep bringing Roman up to paint himself as a hero. (Dean using Roman’s name was low as fuck too but it had double meaning so I am over-looking that) It also lowkey disturbs me when I see someone claiming Dean burning a Shield vest (which is rather symbolic and expresses Dean’s deep psychological/emotional struggles here) is somehow more evil and worse or even equal to what Seth did four years ago.

I am like, I know how redemption and forgiveness and growing up works, okay? But, I think some people don’t understand, or downplay the evilness of what Seth did all those years ago. It wasn’t that he simply put a chair in his brothers back and moved on, no. There were things he said, stuff he did (cinder blocks ring a bell?) that is just…They can scar a person beyond repairs. There simply are some boundaries you do not cross. Seth was downright evil and cruel as fuck. Like, Seth could have just beat Dean, told him he wanted to move onto big and better things. But no. He put Dean through mental/psychological/emotional abuse and if you do not understand that it can have life long effects on a human’s psyche, then I am kinda freaked out with the world I’m living in today. You can say sorry, become a better person, but you cannot blame the victim to be haunted by the past and going down a dark path at any stage of their life. That is how trauma works. And before anyone says that Dean beat Seth as bad and got his revenge, or that Dean kept provoking him, well, Dean did nothing to deserve Seth’s cruelness and he basically lost himself in trying to figure out where he went wrong. Seth never realized his mistake and said sorry. So Dean was basically holding onto a lost hope and got called a lunatic for getting his feelings hurt. He beat Seth, he cut promos, but that doesn’t heal a broken shattered heart.

I dunno why but I relate to Dean as a character. I think its the way he conveys his emotions/story, its just so emotionally charged and make me feel things deeper than they might be trying to get across. The point I’m trying to make here is, when people say Dean’s evil and selfish for turning his back on Seth after he apologized and things were all okay, I feel like they downplay the effects of trauma and what it can do to people. Maybe forgiveness is easy for you. Maybe moving on and getting over something is the way you live life. Maybe you are not as sensitive and deep. But everyone operates differently and if someone, like Dean or those who sympathize with him feel like he’s valid in his emotional turmoil, or being conflicted and confused, and maybe not really truly forgiving Seth in reality when he thought he did, or still holding a grudge against Seth for what he did, or giving Seth the beating he deserves..They kinda have every right to feel how they feel.

These are the words Seth said to Dean during their past feud ;

Seth : ‘I am better than some lunatic fringe who doesn’t give a damn about his physical well being. I am better than some bipolar nutjob who should be locked away. I am better than some hellcat with rabies who was never my friend. Who was never my brother. Who I never gave a damn about in the first place.’

These words from Seth intended to inflict a deeper scar than just physical. Seth didn’t have to say all these things, but he did. He exploited the trust Dean put in him and used it as an advantage for a materialistic gain. So basically, kayfabe wise he put Dean through psychological abuse. Dean, a man who never had anything to believe in and broke his walls to let Seth in. Now Seth is putting out all his fears and secrets and insecurities in front of the world and making him regret everything he started believing in because of The Shield.

I compare Seth’s post heel promos to how Dean’s acting post his turn and this is what I see ;

Seth was using every evil tick to completely destroy Dean so he could reach the top without any hurdle. Dean, who never ever gave him a reason to be treated like this.

Dean here is not having a match for a whole month, throwing titles away, sounding like an emo child going through some deep shit…His emotions are all over the place. He’s sounding conflicted and at times even confused…And Seth actually played a very valid role in Dean losing faith in everything he believed in and not trusting Seth fully. YET, he didn’t say any personal shit. He didn’t take jabs at Seth like Seth did. He didn’t even mention what Seth did to him all those years ago. Instead, he here is simply expressing his own feelings and how he think Seth failed to see them. He called Seth selfish and self-centered in regard to not seeing the point Dean’s trying to get across.

How those two are on the same level I fail to understand. I personally would have never forgiven something like what Seth did. Or even if I did, I would understand why in future my insecurities and fears will always haunt me. What Dean’s doing? I can see his struggles and conflict and human emotions...So these two are totally different turns from each other.

Again, its just how I feel and see things. I understand trauma from personal experience so I sympathize with Dean rather seeing the evil in him (which he hasn’t shown at all so far if we are being honest.)

[thatwritergirlwwe]

Sasha x Roman One Shot: Thanks to Evolution....

I love my husband...

I really do...

He's my best friend(sorry Bayley, male bestfriend I mean)...

He understands me...

He's been with me as a struggling and socially awkward (I still am) girl with big dreams...

We are compatible in every way...except sexually.

The sex is unfulfilling and I'm afraid to tell him out of fear that it'll hurt his feelings. He gets enough heat from jealous fanboys about not being good enough for me. Imagine the dagger to the heart he'll feel if I told him that he's inadequate enough in bed. It was okay when I met him at 18 because he being my first, I didn't know any better and I loved him but now I'm a woman at 26. I'm annoyed with coddling him. He asks me if I came and I say, "yes." He asks me if it's good and I say, "of course." He asks me if I like this big dick...I nod, confused. 0_o, we both know he doesn't have a big dick. But alas, he's the only man I've ever had and glancing down at the ring on my left hand, he's the only man I'll ever have.

When I walk into the locker room, I notice that all of the women from both brands are present. Whatever the announcement tonight is, it has to be big.

"What do you think it is?" Bayley asked as they changed into their gear.

"I don't know, I'm thinking tag-titles," Sasha shrugged.

As I walk around backstage, I keep either running into or making eye contact with Roman. I've always thought he was sexy and I've had more than a few fangirl moments over him when I was in NXT while he was with The Shield. I was giddy af when we tagged together that time. We've run into each other way to many times today and now I can't stop daydreaming about him. I think I'm ovulating. Ovulating is pure torture when your sex life is subpar. I wonder what Roman's sex life is life. His wife is lucky. I've never heard any whisperings in the women's locker room because he keeps it professional when it comes to us but I feel like he's hiding a monster in those black cargo pants and the way he flicks his tongue? If he isn't a freak, that's blatant false advertising.

About 15 minutes to we went live for Raw, we were told to file out onto the ramp. I took my place on the front row and Roman took his place beside me. This wasn't the first time we stood out here beside each other but this was the first time I actually wanted to fuck him.

He rotates his shoulders which causes his big arms to brush against me. I shiver. It's like the nerves in my skin had a direct line to my pussy. I squeeze my thighs together and feel wetness. I feel him staring down at me because the entire right side of my face felt hot af and my lips are on fire. I stared at the ring in front of me and imagine he and I giving the members of the WWE Universe a Rated-X show. It felt so real and had my pussy soaked. I started sweating and I wondered if he felt the vibe too because it was strong.

Mr. McMahon came out which told me that shit was real. RAW went live and Triple H and Stephanie praised us which brought tears to my eyes. My heart was pounding with anticipation when they asked the women's division to step forward.

The big reveal was an all women's pay per view, Evolution. Yet another step in the right direction. I think it's going to be a good one since creative has incentive to try. If only we could get equal pay...but I'll save that gripe for another story. I hope I have a feud with a legend, maybe Trish. I don't care as long as I have some actual direction going into the event. Unless I'm drafted to Smackdown, I've lost hope for another Raw reign in the near future with Alexa and Ronda running around. It seems as if creative has no direction for me. They also have no direction for Bayley. So logically they'd put us together to have no direction together. Bayley is my best friend so I don't mind but the only way I'll be satisfied with this cop out is if they introduce tag titles.

I had a tag match with Bayley and we reunited as besties...for now.

After the show I run into Roman yet again.

"Congrats on the pay per view," he smiled. "You girls really deserve it."

I smiled in return. Roman was a really sweet guy, almost like a giant Samoan teddy bear. I knew what he said was genuine because that's just the person he is. I've never heard him say anything negative, even about the fans who boo him. There were some guys back here who could give a damn about the women's division but fake it to avoid looking like misogynistic pricks. He wasn't one of them.

"Thank you so much. I'm getting chills just thinking about it. Is it October yet?" my voice faltered as I began getting emotional all over again thinking about it.

To my surprise Roman dropped the duffel bag he was carrying and pulled me in for a hug. I cling to him and his strong hands consoled my back, rubbing up and down. Through his black shirt, I could feel the heat radiating from his body. Being this close to him, having myself enclosed in his arms and breathing in his scent made my pussy ache for him. I was shook.

When I adjusted myself in his arms I accidentally rubbed my crotch against his. There was a bump and I instinctively jumped back.

"You alright?" he asked.

I couldn't make eye contact with him. I nodded and began rolling my bag away. "Yeah, I'm fine."

How embarrassing. I guess I can take comfort in the fact that the feeling wasn't one sided judging by his erection. Damn, I sighed, imagining his soft plump lips on my soft plump lips...the other set. Shaking my head, I try to get the thoughts out of my head. Sure Mizake isn't Roman but that's okay because he's the love of my life and that's all that mattered. He was a good, supportive man and deserved my loyalty to him and our vows.

"Sasha?" he calls out but I don't stop walking. I hear his footsteps jogging up behind me.

He cuts me off from the front and extends his hand. I raise a brow. It was custom to shake hands of everyone you cross paths with upon arrival but upon leaving? Nah. Maybe this was his way of saying everything was cool after what just happened so I reach my sweaty palm out to meet his. There was something in his hand and he pressed it into mine. He winked before walking away. I looked down at a key card in my hand.

My husband wasn't on the road with me this week so I slide in the car with Bayley and we head to the hotel.

"Why are you so quiet?" she asks.

"Just thinking," I reply.

I tossed and turned in bed all night. My mind was gone and at 2 AM I found myself sliding his key card in the lock. He was sitting in the bed scrolling on his phone. I don't know if he was waiting on me or if he too had insomnia. I didn't think he noticed me and I almost backed away until his eyes suddenly snapped up.

"You're late," Roman commented simply in a calm low voice. "What's up?"

"You tell me."

He pats a spot on the bed next to him and my stupid legs carried me forward. I picked a spot at the foot of the bed to plant myself. Chuckling, he pats the original spot next to him again.

"You know I'm married, right?" I said holding up my left hand.

"So am I," he held up his left hand in return.

"Look, I don't cheat on my husband and I won't help another man cheat on his wife. Point, blank, period!" I declared.

"Then why are you here at 2:00 AM? You could've easily stayed in your room and we could've forgotten this happened."

"Because I wanted to give this back to you," I said, holding out his key card. As he grabbed it, his fingers brushed mine sending shivers down my spine and I felt a jolt of desire pass through us.

He held my gaze for a moment before leaning himself back against the headboard. "I think you came to me because you're sexually frustrated."

"Excuse me, what?"

"It's obvious, Sasha. You turned a simple hug into a damn near dry humping session. Does that sound like someone sexually fulfilled to you?" he inquired. "That's probably why you go so hard in the ring. You have to release that pent up energy some kind of way."

"Or maybe I'm just the best at what I do," I counter.

"No argument there but I notice you didn't deny the frustration part," he pointed out. "I know you're attracted to me and I'm attracted to you."

"You are?" I looked up at him in shock. He was always nice to me but I never thought it was anything more than that.

"Why wouldn't I be?" he asked. "I just never made any moves because it's not in my nature to shit where I eat. Plus, I was also being respectful of your marriage but if the guy isn't doing what he's supposed to be doing, why shouldn't I step up?"

"Uhm, I don't, maybe because it's wrong!" I state. "You're attracted to me, I'm attracted to you. That's fine but acting on it is crossing the line."

"The only line I'm thinking about is the one leading me from your clit to your slit," he licked his lips and I almost fainted at the thought. Once again, he pats the spot on the bed next to him.

This time I went. Was I really doing this? Thoughts were swirling through my head as I crawled forward. I don't want to cheat on Mizake but I also didn't want to let this opportunity pass me by.

I don't know which one of us leaned forward first but what I do know is our lips met in the middle. His lips were soft but firm with a sense of power as they coaxed my lips apart to tease me with his tongue. His tongue entered my mouth and he flicked it, giving me a preview of what was to come. He began pulling at my muscle shirt and I assisted, disconnecting the kiss to get the piece of fabric over my head.

He slowly kissed down my neck stopping at my left nipple and rolling his tongue over it. He bit it softly and I moaned in pleasure. Roman's head bobbed down and sucked my right nipple into his mouth. His tongue lingered over it, teasing it. I let out a tiny whimper. My body began to shudder.

As he continued his assault on my nipples, he reached down and began fingering me slowly. I was soaked. Disconnecting from my chest he spread my legs apart and stared at my vagina. I thought I would've been uncomfortable with it and in the beginning I am but I start playing with myself while watching his reaction. Roman sat up on his knees and lowered his pajama pants and I finally got a glimpse at it. It was perfect, thick, long, veiny but not disgustingly so. He slowly rubbed himself to me doing the same. When I was near climax and my thighs began twitching, he slapped away my hands and dipped his head down.

I threw my head back in ecstasy as his tongue flattened against my clit. As promised he licked a line from my clit down to my slit and back again. My back arched and I could feel him smirk as he took his hand and pushed my pelvis flat. This was the moment I knew I fucked up letting him taste me. He grabbed my legs and positioned them over his shoulders as he went to work. He wasn't just paying attention to my clit, he attacked my entire pussy with complete vigor. He sucked and licked my lips, he fingered me as my juices flowed while simultaneously tongue kissing my clit. This felt like the sweetest torture I've ever had.

I whined when he ejected his fingers but my disappointment was short lived when he replaced it with his tongue. You could hear the smacking as he bobbed in and out of me. I could feel the pressure building up inside of me and I panted as my body exploded all at once, shaking in orgasm. I was actually scared for Roman because during this, my pussy tightened with convulsions on his tongue, locking it in there. Roman licked up and swallowed all of my juices. When I came down from my high, he rested his head in my pussy and nuzzled it sending little aftershocks waves over me.

Roman hovered above my body with his cock dangling between his legs. Shame arose from allowing myself to end up here spread wide and waiting in front of another man. I turned my head. He grabbed my chin, making me look him in the eyes as he held his dick at my entrance. "Tell me you want this dick."

My pride wanted me to get up, put my clothes back on and walk back to my room but my body was like, "yes, I want it."

I took him all the way on his first thrust. It was an adjustment for sure since he had a couple of inches on Mizake. His strokes were long, deep and measured. He quickly gained speed and depth, hitting all the right spots. I gasped when he made contact with g-spot. That was all he needed to hear as he gave me deliberate thrusts in the same direction. It didn't take long before I felt a tingling sensation spread throughout my body and knew I was about to cum. My pussy started contracting around his dick as I bit down into my lip to keep from screaming.

Roman leaned down to whisper in my ear. "Yeah, you didn't even want to fuck me but look how I have this pussy acting."

It felt so wrong, so right, so bad, so good all at the same time. No matter how much I tried to relax while pinned to the bed with my knees at the side of my head underneath him, no matter how I tried keeping my breathe synchronized with his deep strokes, no matter how I tried scratching, grabbing, biting and screaming for mercy hoping that he'd slow down for a while for me to regain my composure, no matter how I tried to firm my ass while he was smacked it with one hand, while holding my hip with the other from the back..he was served me divine dick for the next 40 minutes.

It's like I'm having so much pleasure that my brain feels like it can't take anymore and I need this to end soon but at the same damn time I'm dreading the fact that eventually Roman is going to come and it has no choice but to end. Tomorrow he'll fly back to his wife and children. I'll fly back to my husband.

It was pure pleasure I experienced during this session and it brought tears to my eyes as I rode him to my last and final orgasm. I was rendered speechless, both of us were, everything about it was magical.

I could barely move when we were finished, I was so sore and my knees were weak. When I looked between my legs my vagina was swollen as if I lost my virginity. I was curled up in the fetal position trying to my gather my thoughts and this bastard was smirking talking about Summerslam in a few weeks as if he didn't just fuck my life up...

[nerdlife0612]

Dragon Bound Part 1

Author Note: WELCOME ONE AND ALL TO MY NEW WORK! It’s being called ‘Dragon Bound’ (for now at least). For the time being, this is going to be an original work set within a WWE-Paranormal/AU type of setting.

That means original male characters and original female characters as the leads with occasional appearances of already established ‘characters’ (a la Triple H, Stephanie Mc., Roman Reigns, etc).  

Let me know what you think!! This journey is just getting started.

Tag List: @evilangel84 @empress-with-the-crown @chambcrofechocs Chamb - tag bigpixiefoot for me. I can’t seem to do it for some STUPID REASON. Ugh Tumblr!) @thedevilnisworld @bigpixiefoot  @littledeadrottinghood

And away we go!

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Dragon Bound: Part 1 Word Count: 860 for the actual story Rating for P. 1: E is for Everybody

David was incredibly antsy. Even though he’d been on the main roster on RAW for a few months now, every show still felt like a new experience. And he sought to impress the big wigs and remind me them just why they brought him up from NXT each and every single time.

But something about tonight… this Monday night had a different feel to it. Walking into the BOK center in Tulsa, where a special episode of RAW was being filmed this week, he just couldn’t shake the goose bumps that crept up the back of his neck.

“Hey man!” A voice called out to him as he walking to catering, causing him to jump. The same voice cackled, receiving a scowl from David. “So, the new hot item on the roster – David Levias – is easily spooked huh? Oh don’t look at me like that.”

“Fuck off, Rollins.”

Seth raised his hands, eyeing the newbie warily, “Testy, testy! What’s up man?” David grunted.

“I don’t know. I’m just really on edge for some dumb ass reason.” David ran a hand through his hair, frustrated.

“Hmm. Seeing as I don’t know your background exactly, I’m almost tempted to say it’s a more human issue.” David snorted, slightly amused. “Oh yeah? And that’d be?”

“You need to get laid man.” David took a swing at Seth, who was laughing hysterically as he dodged the attack. “Easy man, you know it was just a joke.”

“Ah fuck off.” Seth’s annoying laugh echoed through the arena as David continued to catering. He couldn’t help but to think that maybe the annoying Encantado* might have a point. Either way, it was going to be a long, long night.

A few hours later, the same sensation hadn’t left him. In fact, it kept growing worse. Now in his ring gear, he sat in the locker room doing his dead level best to ignore the feeling that was rising to the surface.

He was busying himself with wrapping his hands and tapping his feet. To say he was anxious about the impending match was an understatement. It was perhaps the biggest one of his career to date - the type to make or break a push.

Suddenly, he felt a dull ache in his side. Head snapping up, his nostrils flared as he caught a new scent on the air. A scent that was fresh and clean and sent a pounding in his veins the likes of which he has never felt before. Beating a hot path towards the gorilla position, he hovered just behind the curtain – scenting the air again and again. Eyes focused, he could barely see a faint topaz glow in the area. Clutching his side, the sensation of a tattoo gun at work spread across his skin. It was then a hand appeared on his shoulder.

“Pull the match.”

“But sir – “

“You get paid to write and you get paid to listen to me. Pull the match. Get creative with something. Write him out with an injury. Something, damn it I don’t care what right now.”

“May we ask why sir?” David vaguely realized the voice belonged to none other than one of his bosses, Hunter Helmsley**– better know by his in ring persona of Triple H.

“Just. Pull. The. Match.” The owner of the authoritative voice suddenly grabbed him by the nape of the neck, pulling him back towards the locker-room. “C’mon, lover-boy. Just when we thought you weren’t ever going to manifest….”

“Manifest? What the hell do you mean Hunter?” His voice croaked.

“Oh yes… You just crossed paths with your other half. And it’s bringing your perspective beast to the surface. Speaking of which…. What’s with your side?” David just shook his head. Hunter yanked at the hem of the tank top, raising it up. He chuckled, an eyebrow shooting up and a smirk crossing his features. “I see…”

“What? What am I?”

“A dragon.” David blinked rapidly.  He was not unfamiliar with the fact that the WWE had become a haven for all sorts of creatures and machinations of the paranormal kind. And he was also not unfamiliar with the fact that his own ancestry had been pretty well hidden from him from an early age. Now to find out he was one of them… And more over to find out apparently his mate – his missing piece – was out in the crowd in Tulsa only fueled the beast closer to the surface.

“You were right to pull the match, sir. I feel….”

“Out of control? Like you’d go into the crowd if I let you go out there and not realize it?” David took a shaky breath and nodded. “Don’t worry, son. We got resources to help you with this change. Come on.” And before he knew it, David was swept into the locker room to gather his things and then escorted from the building. He couldn’t help but wonder as he sat into his rental car as to how Hunter was going to explain his prolonged absence.

I know you’re here in Oklahoma, little one. I will be back. And the black car faded into the night. -------------------------------------------------

Author’s notes: Okay few things to explain. Levias is obviously a play on the word Leviathan, which is a cousin term to Dragon. So obvious is obvious there right? Second, I put Seth as an Encantando because according to the resources on mythological creatures I found it’s listed as a ‘trickster dolphin’ or something and I felt like Seth might fit the idea of a ‘trickster’. I will define others for you as I put them in here and explain my thinking on the pick. Also, I know Trips real name is NOT Hunter but I will only use real names as appropriate (such as where a wrestler is actually using their name etc).  Part 2 is unknown as of yet. I’m trying to decide if I want to go straight to David’s time away and training etc or if I want to introduce our OFC. Let me know what you think. (PSTT! Look at the tags - starting a new tag -- nerdlife writes!)

[basicdeanstan-blog]

House Party

Characters: Dean Ambrose x Female Reader

Warnings: Unprotected (wrap ur willy!), Dirty talking.

Summary: You show up to a friends house party in which Dean Ambrose is also there. You guys finally have a conversation after months of small talk backstage and... sexual tension. Smut. Smut smut smut.

I warily walked into the threshold of Naomi and Jimmy’s home, the music engulfing my ears as soon as I had stepped in. I closed the door behind me before making sure no one else was coming in, though I’m sure I was probably the last guest to have arrived.

It was a celebration at their home, all of our coworkers being invited to let loose and talk about their long week as Wrestlemania finally came to a close. Everyone was unwinding and enjoying a few beers, dancing to the music. Not only were fellow WWE superstars here, but even some people who worked backstage that people were cool with were here, too.

Naomi had begged me all night to show myself at their wonderful home, but me being the antisocial that I am, I kept kindly declining to which she would not take that for an answer. “Just have a few drinks,” she texted over and over. Finally, I gave in.

I walked to the familiar crowd of people which included Naomi, Charlotte, and another backstage friend.

“She finally makes it!” Charlotte cheers, squeezing me in for a hug. I smiled and hugged back, looking over her shoulder at the party, specifically catching eye contact with Dean Ambrose, the most mysterious guy I think I’ve ever met. I finally broke the contact, pulling from Charlotte.

“Hey,” I smiled at everyone, taking a glass of wine that Naomi had already prepared for me.

“We knew you’d come, girl. Go mingle.” She winked, inching her head over towards Dean. The girls caught on and chimed in annoyingly. Dean and I only ever exchanged a couple of words when we would pass one another, but I couldn’t deny that I did think something about his rough, gruff look was very attractive. The girls always detected it I guess and would never stop teasing me about it. Dean didn’t seem like the type to get involved in backstage gossip, though, so I hoped he didn’t hear anything about me having a stupid school girl crush on him, which I did.

I of course never acted on it because we never really crossed paths, him being in his group of buds and me being in mine. He is a very chill guy, and I always tried to strike up a conversation with him but never really knew what to say. Something told me though that after a few drinks, maybe tonight could be the night.

I shook my head. “No guys. Not gonna happen.” I laughed before taking a bigger sip than usual of my alcoholic drink.

They only rolled their eyes and changed the topic, and throughout our conversation it felt like Dean and I had been exchanging glances the whole time. I only told myself it was probably him wondering why the hell I kept staring at him.

“I’m gonna go look for a beer.” I told the girls as I headed for the kitchen, trying to get a change of scenery as for some reason my eyes just kept venturing over to him. I brushed past him as he was leaning against the kitchen counter, and opened up the fridge to find a cold can. Beer honestly wasn’t my thing and I would prefer some shots of tequila right now but those aren’t exactly provided at house parties.

I swiftly opened it and took a quick swig.

“Hey babe.” Seth called out to me, teasing playfully. He was standing right beside Dean, them obviously having their own conversation before Seth saw me. I nodded at him and began to approach the two.

“Hey.” I smiled at the men, Seth returning a warm smile as he had an empty beer can in his hand, doing a once over on me. Seth and I did always have flirty encounters or conversations, but it never really came to anything as he really isn’t my type. He has hinted a few things or two, which I would politely decline and we’d continue on as casual friends. Then it would repeat.

“Didn’t take you for a partier.” Dean commented, looking at me in what looked like amusement on his face.

“Are you kidding?” Seth chimed in, “she’s a sucker for partying. Yeah, uh huh, don’t act like you don’t remember the time at that one bar. I forgot the name of it.”

I scoffed and shook my head, laughing. “Don’t even bring that up. I was a mess.” I sighed, playing with my hair in the comfortable silence. I decided to say something else.

“To what you said earlier, Dean. I do like my fair share of partying. Not so much house parties though. More like show up to a bar with a friend and get wasted, then forget to pay the tab and skip out on the bill…” I trailed off realizing I was rambling, but Dean was in a fit of chuckles now as I explained one of my many crazy nights.

“You sound like more fun than I thought.” He replied, it sounding like he meant something more than he was saying, and I brushed it off with a small laugh.

“Yeah, you’ve never tried to get to know me, huh.”

“Sounds like a loss on my part for that.” He responded, his eyes staring deeply into mine. I didn’t know what to take from that and I felt a sudden warmth between my thighs from his looming stare and suggestive tone.

“Get a room, won’t you?” Seth said in feigned disgust, in which Dean and I were still staring into each other, Seth’s voice seeming so faint even though he was right beside us. Though I didn’t even notice he had walked off and started conversation with a nearby girl.

Dean took another swig of his beer before he spoke, “how are you liking the WWE so far?”

I rolled my eyes playfully, “really? We’re gonna go with that? I can’t tell you how many people have came up to me asking that word for word.” I giggled, my liquid courage sneaking up on me.

“Okay. My bad,” he chuckled, surprise on his face at my sass. I was surprised too, but something told me that he liked that sort of thing. This was the most words we've exchanged so far and I didn’t want him to remember me as the shy girl who wasn’t even remotely memorable.

“That dress compliments you really well.” He broke the silence, his eyes glued to my army green bodycon dress. It accentuates every one of my curves, being met by black thigh high boots that I had borrowed from Summer Rae in which she told me I could keep.

I grinned in response, putting my weight on one of my legs as I shifted a bit.

“Why is it now that you wanna talk to me, Ambrose? Because I’m wearing a dress that just barely covers my ass, or is it the fact that you can tell that I’m obviously not wearing a bra?” I said as I glanced down at my chest. I added playfulness in my tone but I was serious at the same time. This has been one of our first interactions and all he could do was bore his eyes into my body. Not that I didn’t like it.

I thought I heard a small groan from him at my words. “Honest? That could be a big part of it. You really do look stunning tonight. I do regret not striking up more of a conversation with you sooner. I’m always you know, just in my own head. But I mean, could you blame me? I think every guy on the roster has looked at you more than twice since you came in here.”

The sexual tension was increasing and I didn’t know what to do. I liked to call myself a confident girl, and I could initiate things but when it came to this man I felt like a teenager thinking of what to say to her crush. But then again I thought about Dean. His rough, edgy and mysterious personality obviously wanting a girl who could think for herself.

I stood up on my toes and whispered into his ear, getting dangerously close. He smelt of alcohol and faint cologne. “Follow me up to a room?” I bit my lip with a smile as I backed away to see him completely intrigued, that being my cue to turn around and head up the spiral stairs, soon hearing him come up after me. I didn’t care whether the other superstars knew what we were up to at this point.

I picked the first bedroom I saw, hoping it was some guest bedroom and not Naomi and Jimmy’s. I took the last sip that remained in the beer can and set it down on the end table. There Dean was, at the entrance of the bedroom not hesitating to walk in and shut the door behind him, the blasting music being only slightly silenced.

His shaggy hazelnut hair laid over one of his eyes, his hand instinctively pushing it out of the way. He wore a white t-shirt that clung perfectly to his fit torso, and dark blue jeans. In two quick strides he was leaning over me and he brought his hands to the sides of my face, looking into my eyes once more as if he were asking. I pulled the back of his head to me and engulfed him in a hot, quick kiss.

His kisses were rough and fast, my lips almost feeling pained but loving it at the same time. I was really doing this. I was going to sleep with this man and the most we’ve talked was literally the same night. I felt no shame in it, really feeling a rush as I pulled onto the ends of his hair. He pushed me back further onto the bed, now leaning over me as our steamy kiss ensued. His tongue slipped into my mouth and we were going at it. His demeanor screamed dominance and I was ready to submit to him.

He pulled away to lift his shirt up off over his head, then going for my boots to slip them off.

“Although these are sexy as hell, I want them off.” He groaned, throwing them behind him on the floor. He pushed my legs open with one hand before getting a glance at my black underwear. He smirked to himself before pulling up at my dress, needing the two of us to slip the tight fabric off.

“Fuck.” He groaned once my boobs bounced out, completely bare and perked up for him. He was in the middle of unbuckling his belt before turning his attention to them, holding one of them in his warm, rough hand, massaging it while the other boob was met with his warm, wet mouth. A moan left my throat as I arched my back up to him.

“Please, I need you. No time for that.” I begged, bucking my hips up at his waist. Another smirk played up on his lips. “Okay, baby.” He slipped off his jeans and in one swift motion his briefs were off too. His rock hard shaft bounced against his stomach and he wrapped his hand around it, pumping himself all while using his other hand to get my panties down in a swift motion. It was mesmerizing to watch him please himself, the way he did it so quickly and his eyes glazed over with lust, my heat was probably pooling by now. He brought his finger up my slit suddenly, and I gasped, looking down at the sudden contact.

“I wanna go down on you so bad. I bet you taste amazing. That’s gotta be for another time though, huh?” He cooed, pumping his one finger in with ease. He looked up at me, a sweet teasing expression on his face.

“Mhmm, and then I can suck your cock.” I teased back, lacing my tone with lust. He groaned to himself again before lining himself with my entrance, “can I fuck you raw, baby?” His tone was so dark, and deep, and teasing all at the same time. He was so dominant and his sweet, cooing tone was turning me on more than I could explain.

I nodded desperately, wanting him inside me already. He pushed in in one swift motion, my wetness making it all a breeze. He was more on the thick side than in length, but it was already reaching the places it needed to.

He didn’t stop once as he pushed all the way in, his pubic hairs brushing up against my clit. He pulled out all the way, doing the same thrust as before. He picked up a rhythm, and I wrapped my legs around his waist to prevent him from pulling out anymore, me not wanting to lose the warm contact. I moaned once his pace increased. His thrusts going at me so hard. I felt like I could break underneath him as he slammed his hips against me, his once steady pace turning into fast and hard thrusts. Whimpers erupted from me as I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck and looked up into his eyes, before he broke the contact to watch himself disappear inside me.

I was definitely more vocal in moans than Dean, but his face said it all.

“You feel so fucking good. This pussy is so good.” He groaned into my ear, his hands gripping onto my hips harshly. He knew I was gonna feel that tomorrow and I think that turned him on even more. I pulled him down into another kiss, this one being much sloppier than before. Our tongues were all over each others’ and his thrusts felt so good at this point, I never wanted it to end.

He reached his thumb down to my clit as if he were reading my mind, applying slow lazy pressure to it.

“You love the way I’m fucking you,” He gripped back onto my hips, applying a rough pressure in which I whimpered in response. “Tell me you love it.”

“You’re fucking me so good, Dean. I love it.” I panted out, a whimpering mess underneath him. I forgot about anyone else downstairs or around us as I felt my orgasm come close. Dean let out a low grunt, feeling me tighten around him.

“Cum for me. Cum for me, baby. Who’s making you moan like this? Who’s fuckin’ you good like this?”

“Dean!” I shouted as I arched my back up off the bed, a wave of pleasure washing over me. I dug my fingernails into the back of his shoulders as I let my orgasm take over, my eyes flashing open to see him watching every moment of my climax, his thrusts growing sloppy as he chased his own peak.

“Oh, shit.” He let out another deep groan before slipping out, jerking himself only twice before hot shots of his cum spurted onto my stomach. I moaned, watching him come undone and his eyes closed tightly. His mouth was opened, sweat beading across his forehead.

He opened his eyes to see me swiping up some of the cum off my stomach, my eyes innocently locked onto his as I sucked on the salty substance. We stared at each other in silence before he quickly leaned down and swallowed me in for another kiss. He pulled away slightly, his forehead still on mine.

“You are somethin’ else, baby.”

(a/n: if you’re on desktop, you may have to zoom to read cause my theme sucks at being compatible with long imagines lol)

[aion-rsa]

The Suicide Squad: John Cena and the Secrets of Peacemaker

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John Cena is everywhere. He’s a seasoned television host, currently co-hosting TBS’ absurdly fun Wipeout, a #1 New York Times bestselling author with two new books on shelves, and one of the most in-demand, silver screen actors appearing in comedies, family films, and unsurprisingly, action movies alike. For someone whose catchphrase is “You can’t see me!” we sure have been seeing a lot of Cena.

Over Cena’s 18 years in the WWE, the charismatic sports entertainer has collected 16 World Titles and served as the face of the company and moralistic brand ambassador. Cena reigned at the top of the WWE pecking order longer than past favorites like Hulk Hogan, Stone Cold Steve Austin, and Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson and did so with a smile, whether the WWE Universe was behind him or not. Like most of the company’s top stars, Cena inevitably found his way to Hollywood and, after some half-hearted initial forays, has found himself to be an adept and engaging screen presence. You don’t log that many hours on weekly live television without learning how to be a skilled performer.

This summer, Cena’s star looks like it will be shining brighter than ever. Not only will he serve as the main antagonist in the latest Fast & Furious film, F9, but he’s set to make his debut in the DCEU as Peacemaker in James Gunn’s highly anticipated The Suicide Squad. He told us all about it and more in this exclusive interview…

Den of Geek: How did you get the role of Peacemaker?

John Cena: I had tried my hand at trying to crack the DC code for a long time with multiple failures. It was brought to my attention that James had an interest in me playing Peacemaker in The Suicide Squad, and he just wanted to meet with me in person to solidify his instincts. His reputation is one thing, but to see him in action…I got to actually go to the production offices and just see all of their preparation. It’s like nothing I’d ever seen before. 

He really just prepares as good as, or better than, anyone and adds to that his passion for filmmaking and his passion for storytelling. I think he sees his story and then he puts together a list of suspects that could be possible fits, and I was one of those and we hit it off. 

Based on your physique and your background in sports entertainment, many people expected you to book more of these macho action hero roles, but you’ve sort of subverted that expectation with movies like Trainwreck and Blockers. Is Peacemaker meant to continue that subversion of audiences’ preconceived notions about you or does it sort of play into them?

Well, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with diving into preconceived notions, if that’s who you are. I mean, if you can remember, that’s exactly what I did at first. I did macho action movies that were complete failures. So I did that and it wasn’t really who I was at the time.

I compare the experience by saying I got to be put in these action sequences with these tremendous stunts, but yet I was doing that every night in front of 20,000 people and the electric passion you feel and certainly the love and excitement I have had and will have for WWE is unwavering. So given the choice between doing stunts surrounded by 36 cameras and no one else watching or doing stuff in a live arena, I wanted to be in the ring. Especially at that point in my life when I began doing these movies, that would be 2004. I was literally just getting comfortable on the WWE canvas and deciding that that was really where I wanted to be.

Fast forward to now, a decade and a half later, and I don’t think anything’s out of reach, with Fast Nine coming up, that certainly is a blockbuster action installment. The Suicide Squad has a lot of gore and a lot of action involved in it, but it’s me realizing who I am and who I’m not.

I think that’s why you see me all over the map from family movies that Playing With Fire to R-rated comedies like Trainwreck to PG-13’s like Daddy’s Home, to a DC movie like The Suicide Squad, to a straight-up blockbuster action like F9. I have an R-rated comedy coming out on Hulu called Vacation Friends, to a straight-up action two-hander with Jackie Chan called Project X that was filmed in China. Everyone always asks, “Well, what’s the next movie you’re looking for?” And my answer is always the same. I say, “I’ll know it when I read it.” I just like to read stuff and see myself in the story. Because that’s the one thing that’s really helped me with WWE, me being able to absorb the story with whoever I stand across the ring from.

Based on what we’ve seen in the trailers, it almost seems like Peacemaker could be a warped version of your character in WWE. Did you draw any inspiration specifically from the “John Cena,” boy scout-esque character?

I remember meeting with James and asking if I should dive into the comics history of Peacemaker, and he specifically told me not to. I think that’s because James likes to navigate his story. He just was like, “you have what I’m looking for. Just be yourself, and if you’re willing to take direction, I think we can do something special.” 

I originally had approached this character as much more of an angular, drill sergeant, Full Metal Jacket-esque personality, and about 20 minutes into filming our first scene, James came over to me and was like, “This is not what I’m looking for. I’m looking for a douchey, bro-y Captain America.” We do draw from the do-gooder side of John Cena, who has a strong set of values and doesn’t waver from those values. So the answer is yes, but not in my eyes. Whenever I play a role in a movie, it really is never myself. Whereas WWE is the odd thing that a lot of times you have to create an extension of yourself because the narrative is just so damn long. 

The Suicide Squad are a bunch of super-villains and every villain has to believe what they’re doing is right and just, and it’s just their warped perspective of society that makes them evil. I think that’s a great way to describe Peacemaker. He thinks what he is doing is right and just. He just has a really abstract perspective.

What’s it been like to work with James Gunn and develop this character together? 

It’s amazing. He provides you the freedom to take chances, very much like Judd Apatow and Amy Schumer did in Trainwreck, but man, his preparedness and his commitment to narratives in their entirety, from things as simple as the score— it can’t just be a song, it needs to be this particular song at this particular point. He is passionately immersed in the totality of the experience. I just let go and realize that I am far from the smartest person in the room. I’m going to be my nice little piece, pun intended, on the chessboard and let the master figure out what the opening is and what the next move is.

Peacemaker is also getting an HBO Max series. How does it feel to be entrusted with what is essentially the first television series in the DCEU?

I’m very excited. DC has been trying to create excitement and buzz and it has had tremendous success and it has had its share of setbacks, but at the same time they know what their fans want and they know the satisfaction that their fans are looking for. I really think they’re stepping up to give fans what they’ve been waiting for. They’re taking bold and brave chances with completely new characters like you see in The Suicide Squad or completely new takes on all the properties that they have in their bank. I think both of these projects, The Suicide Squad and Peacemaker, are steps in the right direction.

Did it help to have such a strong grasp on the character from working on the movie first? Or do you think there are aspects of your performance that you found while filming the series that you thought, “Man, I wish I would’ve had this light bulb go off while I was filming the movie.” 

Man, hindsight’s a dirty rabbit hole to go down. If I could tell my former self a bunch of stuff it would be like Hot Tub Time Machine. So it’s just… That’s not the way I operate. I’m absolutely grateful for what’s put in front of me. I just try my best every day to do my best every day. I don’t look back on any experience saying “I wish I would have” I look back on experiences and say “What did I learn?”

Dwayne Johnson is also coming into the DCEU. I think anybody that knows the history you share would love to see you guys square off on the big screen. Do you have any hopes for your respective characters crossing paths someday?

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Well, like I said before, I think the DCU is making steps in the right direction, and certainly, there’s a lot of buzz behind Black Adam as well. We’re all kind of under the same umbrella. So do I have hope? I always have hope. I know audiences really enjoyed what we were able to do [in WWE] and if we’re able to transfer that excitement and passion from live entertainment to the big screen, I think it seems like a pretty logical jump, but I don’t make those choices. So all I can do is just keep doing me, man.

The Suicide Squad opens on Aug. 6 in theaters and HBO Max. 

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The Sweetest Thing (A Roman Reigns Story) - Part 1

Raising children is a lot tougher than it looks. And with two babies in the picture and one parent virtually out of it, things are twice as difficult. So how have Joe and Sasha coped? Or have they not? Mini-sequel to 'Into The Deep End' and 'Nothing Better'. Two-shot. Roman/OC.

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"Damn. You look crappy."

Frowning at his smirking wife through the iPad screen, Joe rolled his grey eyes. "Our first FaceTime session in a while and you had to start with the negatives." Huffing with annoyance, he picked up his bottle of water and chugged down half of it, then tossed it aside. "Glad to know you find my broken nose funny."

Sasha sighed, fighting the urge to roll her own eyes. Ever since he lost the World title for the second time, her husband of over a year had become the crankiest motherfucker on the planet. The past week had been even rougher for him and she was only trying to lighten up the mood. However it was clear that he had little appreciation for her effort. Again. "I didn't say it was funny," she said.

Was he sure about that? From the way they'd been bickering lately, barbs and jibes seemed to be all they had for each other these days. "Right," he murmured, sitting up straighter on his way-too-small hotel room bed. "So what's up? How are the babies doing?"

"They're good. Asleep for now."

A small smile spread across his face at the thought of holding his infant twins in his arms again. "I can't wait to see them. I miss them so much."

It no longer surprised her when he made no mention of missing her, like he used to before. "So...how are you doing?"

"Tired." Lifting his tattooed shoulder, he rotated the appendage gingerly. "I've been up since the crack of dawn working on this new toy ad. Took photos all damn day in this hot-ass warehouse. I think I did the same damn pose for about five hours straight," he grumbled.

"A lot of people would be happy to do the same pose for five hours straight," Sasha pointed out, "Especially if they're doing it for something they love to do, like you are. You should appreciate it."

Joe raised an eyebrow, not liking the tone she used to address him; the tone she would use on her daughter Mia when the pre-teen was being stubborn. But he forced himself to let it slide. Again. Steering down a calmer path, he said, "So what are you up to right now?"

"Just got out of the shower," She waved the towel she was using to dry her short hair, "The yoga session was great today. I feel so much better after every class," she added, her voice lilting with enthusiasm.

For the past number of months, Joe noticed that the gym had become one of Sasha's favorite places to be at. Every time they spoke she was out running. Every time he was home, she was at one workout session or another at Pam's gym. It was great to want to stay in shape but he couldn't help but believe that this was now a bit of an obsession for her. "Where were the babies while you were out?" he asked.

Sasha's brows furrowed. "With Gin's folks like always. Thought you knew that."

Joe frowned. "I don't like when they're so far away from you."

"It's Elgin's parents, babe. And it was only for a couple of hours. Relax."

"I am relaxed," he shot back.

Raising an eyebrow of her own, Sasha scrutinized her husband. "You sure about that?"

His reply was terse. "Yes."

Sasha pursed her lips at his attitude. It had been like this for some time now, the sniping and the arguing and the overall tension between her and Joe. Both when he was at home and on the road. Every time her iPhone or iPad rang and it was his caller ID, she found herself cringing with trepidation as she didn't know what mood he would be in. It was difficult enough dealing with two infants on her own and running low on sleep and energy every day as a result. The added drama did not help matters and it certainly was not welcome. He obviously was not relaxed, but for the sake of peace she let it be, because asking questions led to more unnecessary drama. Maybe for once they could have a conversation that didn't end with them blowing up on each other. "When will you be home?"

"I'm back Wednesday like always, and lucky for me, I get to stay home till Sunday since the house shows are cancelled," Joe said.

"That's nice. I'm sure you're looking forward to coming home."

Honestly...if it only meant getting into more meaningless fights with her, then not really. He spent most of his time with the babies and Mia mainly so he could avoid getting into it again with her. Ninety percent of the time, the plan failed. It was the story of their lives as a couple lately and it was starting to get tiresome. Joe cleared his throat, about to bring up a particularly prickly topic of contention. "By the way, I got a red carpet event next Thursday in New York." He paused, wetting his lips briefly as he met his wife's gaze through the screen. "When can you fly out? I want you to be there with me," he asked, but the moment he saw her gaze shift from his, he knew what her answer would be.

Sasha swallowed. Oh no. Not this again. Joe was, by all intents and purposes, the number one guy in WWE right now. That honor came with a lot of responsibilities, mostly involving the media, and in the times when her presence was required, Sasha was happy to accompany him. She was well aware that her status as his wife meant she was under constant scrutiny no matter what, but it didn't make her any more comfortable. Things started to escalate after she had their children, Giselle and Micah, and gained a few pounds in the process. Last time she checked, it was perfectly normal to carry a bit of extra weight after childbirth. But Joe's fans didn't seem to agree, judging from the way they trashed her when a picture of her surfaced a month after having the twins. She'd pretended to brush off that little incident but it ate at her every day from then on. She couldn't bear the thought of accompanying her husband somewhere again and have people tweeting about how fat she had become. She feared that Joe himself also felt the same way and was only asking her out of obligation. Like now.

"Sash?" As if on cue, his deep voice prompted her back to reality, and she cleared her throat.

"I um...I don't think I can make it," she murmured.

And he was right on the money. Again. "Here we go. What's your excuse this time?"

Refusing to meet his gaze, she picked at her towel. "You sayin' I had an excuse before?"

"Please. You always got some excuse. This is like, the third event you've turned down. Are you gonna keep backing down every time I wanna take you somewhere? I can count how many times you've come out with me in the last couple of months with one hand. What are you hiding from?" he demanded.

Sasha crossed her arms petulantly. "Fine. You wanna know? I'll tell you. I'm not going anywhere until I get rid of this baby weight."

Joe gave her a strange look. "What are you talkin' about? You ain't even that big," he said flippantly.

If that statement was meant to make her feel better, it didn't work. In fact it had the completely opposite effect. "Gee, thanks, Joseph. And you should tell that to your lovely fans," she retorted, "Did you read what they were saying about me last time we were out together?"

His free hand clenched into a fist as he felt himself get angrier. "Who the fuck cares what the fans say? You're the one who tells me to ignore them. How about you follow your own advice for once?"

"It ain't that simple, Joe."

"Yes, it is that simple Sasha. Stay off the fuckin' internet. I've told you that a million times before," he responded harshly, thoroughly irritated now.

Sasha blinked rapidly, shocked. "Are you kiddin' me? What the hell is your problem?"

"You are!" Joe shot back harshly. "You are my problem, Sasha! You don't listen to me anymore. When I wanna talk you either avoid me or start a fight with me! You always gotta have everything your way. When's the last time we did something I wanted to do? You never want to do anything except work out." The words continued to tumble out of his mouth in a heated, angry rush. "I'm sorry but I don't see why you should be going to the gym so much. Your job is to stay at home and take care of the babies, not spending all your damn time exercising."

It was like watching a clip from a movie, the way Sasha's face transformed at those last words. She looked like he'd slapped her.

"Excuse me? What is that supposed to mean? So me going to the gym trying to get back in shape, trying to feel better about myself, makes me a bad mother? Makes me a problem? Is that what you sayin'?"

"What? Of course not! I-"

But it was too late to backtrack. All hell had broken loose, and Sasha was in a complete rage. "I am at home taking care of your children, barely able to work, and you got the goddamn nerve to utter that bullshit because I don't wanna go to your stupid party? You asshole!"

"For fuck's sake Sasha, I didn't mean it like that! Will you just-"

"You never mean anything 'like that'!" Her hands flew up angrily to make sarcastic quotation signs. "That's always your fuckin' answer for all the dumb shit you say! I always knew you could be an ass but I didn't know you were an insensitive ass."

Hurt stabbed the Samoan's insides at her stinging words. "Oh, we're calling each other names now? How mature."

"So I'm the one being immature? Of course! Pin it all on the useless wife and incompetent mother!"

"When did I even say any of that? For fuck's sake Sasha, you are completely overreacting as usual!" He realized he should be placating her instead of fanning the flames, but he really didn't appreciate her putting words in his mouth.

Sasha shot him with an incredulous stare. "Overreacting? After the way you been treating me, the way everyone else has been treating me like I don't know what the hell I'm doing, like I can't handle the babies? You think I'm overreacting? We can't even talk without gettin' into a fuckin' fight, so you can kiss my black ass with that mess!"

Joe groaned loudly, exasperated. "This is insane. You are being completely asinine."

"Go to hell." Her voice broke at the last word, and Joe felt his heart splinter as he watched the tears spill down her cheeks. His heart lurched at the look on her face, a gut-wrenching mix of pain and fury that made him suddenly uncomfortable. "Sash...come on, what the hell are you cryin' for? Sasha, stop it," he attempted, cringing when she pinned him down with another murderous glare.

"Don't tell me what to do," she snapped, "Why does everyone keep trying to tell me what to do?" Taking yet another deep, ragged breath, she turned away and wiped her face with trembling fingers, unable to look him in the eye any longer. "I am so sick and tired of your shit. You don't even give a damn."

"Babe-"

"Do you know why I'm in the gym so much?" she interrupted him again. "Why I care about what your fans say? Because I have to care. Because I have to look and act perfect for you and for them and when I don't, I make you look bad."

"That is not true...Sasha, listen to me-" He was close to pleading now. This was nothing like their previous squabbles; this was much, much worse. He cursed inwardly, wondering how this conversation had spiraled out of control.

The mother of four started on another heated retort, but was distracted when something across the room hijacked her attention. The baby monitor was on and the sounds of crying filled both their ears. Exhaling tiredly, she pushed the tears from her face. "Gotta go. I'm off to take care of your kids like the good little wife I am," she said, her tone clipped and bitter, and as she rose to her feet, she jabbed her finger forwards, turning the iPad screen black.

"Fuck!" Joe knocked his iPad aside, too incensed to worry about where it landed. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He pressed his fists to his face, his whole body heaving. What the hell just happened? He closed his eyes only to force them back open a second later, because all he could see were the tears on her beautiful, heartbroken face. How had it come to this? What was happening to their marriage?

"You dumbass."

He twisted around on his bed and found his colleague and one of his closest friends, Trinity Fatu, at the door of his hotel room, the expression on her pretty face like thunder. Her husband Jonny stood meekly behind her, looking rather fearful for his cousin. Joe could tell they'd caught part of their conversation, if he could call it that, but he was not in the mood for any lectures.

Clearly not getting that memo, Trinity crossed her arms and shook her head. "Let me guess why y'all fightin'. You've stopped paying attention to her," she said, her tone accusing. "Every time you call her it's only to ask about the twins. You barely ask how she's doing. You return home and it's the same rodeo all over again. Am I right?" Clucking her tongue, she leveled him with a glare very similar to the ones Sasha had been giving him for months.

"That is not true!" the Pensacola native retorted angrily. He didn't ignore Sasha, not at all. If anything, it was the other way around. At least it felt that way to him. "And frankly, ain't none of your business. This is between me and her."

"Like hell it is. Not when we can all see what's going on between y'all two," Trinity countered smoothly. "Did your little pea brain not learn anything from what happened with Andrea? Hey, I couldn't stand the bitch, but you pretty much told her back then that you were only keeping her around because she was carrying your child. Look how that turned out. You're about to replicate the exact same thing with Sasha. She had two babies...two...for you! She risked her body for you-"

"You think I don't know that?" Joe threw up his hands in exasperation, feeling ganged up on. "I've tried talking to her, Trin! But she don't wanna talk to me. I ask her about stuff and all she does is shut me down. I'm not a fuckin' mind reader so what do you want me to do?"

"Try harder," said Trinity, "You have to talk to her. Not at her, and not in a bored or aggressive tone either. Dude, she's going through a rough time. She thinks she's fat and she's feeling insecure about her body. You're gone for weeks on end and she has to deal with the children by herself. She feels alone and suffocated she wants support and reassurance from you. I understand that you got a lot on your plate too, but you've let it completely take over your life and pushed Sasha out in the process." Clasping her hands together, Trinity's eyes were imploring as she added, "Joe, I am begging you. Do not make the same mistake you made before. Sasha ain't just some random baby mama, she's your wife. Call her, do whatever the fuck you gotta do to fix this. Otherwise trust me when I say you're gonna have a problem with me as well."

She let the threat hang in the air, allowing her in-law to absorb it a little longer. Then, shooting him one last scolding glare, she marched out of the room, leaving the two cousins alone and swarmed in the palpable tension. Joe glared at Jonny, who looked about to speak. "Don't you start," he warned.

"She's right though," Jonny countered, shaking his head. "But damn man, I thought I told you not to mess up with Sasha when she's around," He stabbed a finger in the direction Trinity had stormed out from. "It affects me too." He shook his head and sighed heavily. "I'm willing to bet you right now, she's gonna go and and on about it all night and I won't get any damn sleep. Fix it, Uce. Please. You know she ain't playin'." Rolling his eyes dramatically with another shake of his head, he disappeared through the door after his wife as he braced himself for a long night ahead.

Blowing out a breath, Joe ran his hands through his hair. He had to admit, Trin was right. Though Sasha wasn't completely innocent, he knew he'd crossed a line with the things he said to her, and he needed to find a way to make it up to her. He could only hope and pray he was not too late.

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Three days later, Joe returned home. He was welcomed by the sound of complete silence as he stepped through the doors of his lavish Tampa abode. Though it was only about eight p.m. the lights were already turned off, all the windows were closed and locked and the alarm system was on. There was no one downstairs in the living room or in the kitchen. It was rather strange for his household, and he wondered where everyone was.

Dragging his suitcases as quietly as possible upstairs, the first thing he did was to check on the twins. He strolled past the master bedroom and towards the nursery. Abandoning his luggage at the door, he gently pushed the door open and turned on the little lamp in the corner, which gave a soft, dim glow to the lilac-colored room that he really liked. However, he was surprised to find both cribs empty. Curious, he crossed through the connecting door and into the master bedroom, and a smile of relief tugged his lips at the sight that greeted him.

Lying in their king-sized bed was Sasha, flanked on each side by their twins; Giselle on her left, Micah on her right, all three of them fast asleep. The volume of the television was turned down low, with Mickey Mouse Clubhouse showing on the flat screen. Both babies' heads were turned towards their mother while she lay on her back, an arm wound protectively around each of them. It was a beautiful, Kodak-worthy moment that could not be ignored. He whipped out his phone, quickly putting it on silent before immortalizing the image on his device. He moved to pick up the children, but then remembered that he had to wash his hands. Germs around the babies was a huge no-no. Sasha read him the Riot Act every time he forgot. He dashed into the toilet and back, then, ensuring not to wake any of them, he carefully extracted Giselle out of Sasha's arm and rested her little head on his broad shoulder. Wow, she was so big now. He stuck his hand inside her diaper to see if she needed to be changed and was glad to find out that she did not. He loved his children to death but changing diapers had to be his least favorite thing to do. He nuzzled the baby's soft dark hair and kissed her forehead, breathing in her fresh talcum-powdered scent. "Come on Princess, let's get you to bed," he whispered.

He walked back to the nursery and found the crib on the left side of the room, and carefully, he lowered his daughter inside, making sure she lay on her back. He pulled the baby blanket over the baby, and after ensuring she was safe and sound, he exited the room to retrieve his son.

As he reached for Micah, his heart lurched a little when he saw Sasha start to stir, and she absently ran her hand over the spot on the bed where Giselle had been sleeping beside her. "Gigi?" she breathed, her eyes cracking open.

At that moment, Joe felt his anxiety melt into a warm pool of pride. His wife may have been half-asleep but her children were always on her mind, always her top priority. There was never a time she didn't realize when one of her babies was no longer near her. Joe decided to ease her fears. "I got her. She's in her crib," he said.

"Joe?" She would have opened her eyes a little more but she was just so tired. His hulking frame looked familiar but she couldn't really tell because the comforting haze of sleep still surrounded her. For all she knew, he was still on the road and this was just another vivid dream she was having of him.

"Yeah, it's me." Beside Sasha, Joe could see their son start to squirm. "I got Mike too. Go back to sleep." He watched as she relaxed and shut her eyes, then he reached over her body to pick up Micah, gently resting him on his shoulder like he did with Giselle. "Hey buddy," he cooed, rubbing his tiny back as he left of the bedroom. He'd since learned that Gigi was the lighter sleeper of the twins, often waking up at the slightest sound, while Micah was the one that slept like a rock. Either way, the last thing Joe wanted was Sasha being woken up by the babies' cries when it was evident how tired she was.

It wasn't unusual to find Joe sitting in the nursery for hours, doing nothing but cuddling his children. He always tried to reacquaint himself with their environment as much as he could before he had to travel again. Pulling Sasha's nursing chair between the two cribs, Joe settled down and lowered the side of Giselle's crib facing him so he could touch her. He wedged his littlest finger through her tiny fist, and smiled when the baby subconsciously grabbed it and held on. Micah was tucked underneath his chin, and the Samoan lightly swayed back and forth in the chair, giving his son a kiss on top of his head, basking in the child's smell, his softness, his innocence.

"I've missed you both so much," he whispered.

He couldn't believe they were five months old already. He still remembered it like it was yesterday, the day when he and Sasha found out they were having twins. Etched in his memory were the wide-eyed, shocked expression on his wife's beautiful face and the sound of his own pulse hammering in his ears...

"I'm sorry, what?" Joe gaped at Dr. Sawyer like she had two heads, which at this point, was a rather appropriate expression. Because unless his hearing had become fucked up by all the beatings he'd endured in the ring, it sounded a lot to him like she'd just said that there were not one, but two babies inside his wife.

Mona laughed at his expression. "You heard me right." She pointed at the screen showing the ultrasound. "See? Over here is the head of the first baby and over here...is the second." She turned back to the couple and smiled. "Two heads means it's twins. So congratulations."

Emotions of every kind swelled inside Sasha, threatening to burst from her chest. "Twins," she murmured, shock and euphoria and fear flitting across her face all at once. Shaking her head at her husband, she said, "How did I forget that twins run in your damn family?"

Joe laughed, as did Mona. "Would you like to know what you're having?"

The couple looked at each other, and Sasha squeezed Joe's hand as they exchanged knowing smiles. They had discussed this over and over without coming to an agreement. Joe looked back at the OB-GYN. "Well, we already know we're having twins," he said. "The genders don't really matter to me. I can wait until they're born. I just want them to arrive healthy."

"You sure?" asked Dr. Sawyer, noting Sasha's skeptical expression. "Some couples decide on one thing and then change their minds quickly. If you want, we can wait until your next appointment to find out, or I can write it in an envelope for you. Many couples usually prefer that."

"An envelope will be fine," Sasha piped up. She knew her husband. There was a high chance he would be unavailable for the next appointment, and it wouldn't feel right if she found out on her own. Besides, even if she did, she couldn't keep it from him. The suspense would kill them both. Personally, she preferred to find out the sex of their babies together, and sooner rather than later.

Sooner came much quicker than later. Two days barely went by when both of them bit the bullet. Unable to hold out any longer, the couple rummaged through the kitchen drawer they'd buried the envelope in and tugged out the paper. They were on the floor for an hour after that, hugging each other while crying tears of joy. One baby was already a blessing, but having two, a boy and a girl for that matter, was an incredible miracle.

Despite being born premature, the twins were as healthy as ever. Micah Morgan Sika was the younger twin but he was slightly bigger than his sister – Sasha blamed it on his Samoan-inherited penchant for food – and looked exactly like Joe, from his wavy black hair to his tan skin and slanted charcoal-grey eyes. Giselle Maeva Josephina was the apple of her father's eye and already a little diva. She demanded his attention and he surrendered it to her without question. Like her brother she took most of Joe's gorgeous looks but her smile was a carbon copy of Sasha's. Their parents were overjoyed when they arrived, but honestly speaking, it was more because it meant her pregnancy was over. By no means had it been an easy eight months. If carrying one baby was tough, two had been a nightmare. Sasha struggled throughout, and even ended up needing a walking stick to move around during the latter stages of her term. It broke Joe's heart to see her in such pain and discomfort and it hurt him more that he couldn't be there with her all the time like a normal father-to-be. It was such a relief when the babies were delivered safely and Sasha turned out okay. It was by far the happiest moment of Joe's life and he did his best to be as hands-on as possible with the babies, looking after them when he returned home and bonding with them.

However, as his connection with his children strengthened, the one with his wife started to diminish. Neither had much time for the other as the twins became top priority. Soon the arguments started, and Sasha fought with him over the pettiest things like cleaning up the house and taking out the trash. He figured she was acting out because she couldn't return to work and was stuck at home while her body continued to heal. But she stopped wanting to go out with him, preferring to go to the gym than spend time with him. And then, to his chagrin, she began to spurn his advances when he wanted to make love, instead putting all her attention on the babies and losing weight. When he realized her fears over her body image had skyrocketed, he'd tried to be understanding, but Sasha did not seem to see that. To add to the turmoil at home, he was having a less-than-stellar period at work. The higher-ups in the WWE kept playing hot potato with their decision over whether to give him another title reign, and feeling frustrated and yanked around, he started to lash out at the people closest to him, most notably the woman he called his wife. And just like the woman he knew and loved, she lashed right back, making his life one big giant clusterfuck.

It was all very frustrating; his kids were growing up and he wasn't there to witness it. He was constantly arguing with their mother. It had reached a point where he internally timed how long their attempt at conversation would drag on for before it broke down and they were yelling at each other again. There were days he would come home and immediately wish he was back on the road so he wouldn't have to deal with her, and though he knew it was wrong, he couldn't help how he felt. It wasn't healthy at all, especially not when there were small children involved, and after replaying their last heated exchange over and over in his head and going over Trinity's advice, the Samoan decided it was time for the fighting to come to an end. It was all a huge mess over nothing. They could not carry on like this, and he vowed to resolve their issues on this trip home.

Kissing Micah's head one more time, Joe placed him in his crib and drew the covers over him. Once he checked that the baby monitors were on, he left the nursery and checked on his sleeping wife again. He noticed she was wearing a robe and her hair was tucked haphazardly underneath a satin hair cover, and he guessed that she was in bed when the twins drew her attention. Seeing it from her perspective, Joe felt bad for her. She hadn't got a break in over a year, and with T.K. off touring the independents and Mia being more and more occupied with school, Sasha was stuck with the babies with very little help. His parents occasionally stepped in, but it wasn't often as they themselves were getting on age-wise. No wonder she'd exploded like that. It was a lot to take on. He probably would have too if he'd been in her shoes.

Deciding to be of use while he was at home, he unpacked his bags and gathered his dirty laundry. Heading downstairs to the laundry room, he added a load of laundry to the washer, separating the babies' clothes and handwashing them himself. He then wiped down the kitchen, put on the dishwasher, and took out the trash. Afterwards he made his way to the den to tidy up Sasha's laptop and paperwork. He picked up the toys strewn around the living room and took them upstairs to deposit in the little toy box in the nursery. It was the least he could do. Sasha always kept the house in impeccable shape all by her lonesome and it was his responsibility to maintain that standard.

When he was satisfied with the state of the house, Joe returned to the master bedroom and climbed into bed next to his wife. Staring at her for a long, forlorn moment, he tentatively weaved his arm underneath her head, and his hand was halfway across the pillow when she moved. But instead of shifting away from him, her body relaxed and she snuggled into his embrace, all without ever opening her eyes. Expelling a huge sigh of relief, Joe wrapped his arm completely around her, then reached for the remote to catch up with his favorite TV shows. Sure, she was cuddling with him in her subconscious, but it was better than her being awake and hating him. This way he could pretend that things were still normal and all was well between them.

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As another manic episode of How To Get Away With Murder flew by, the gentle movement of his fingers in her hair ceased when he felt her shift next to him. By now she was practically glued to his side, with her head tucked in the crook of his neck and her arm around his middle. He glanced down at her as her eyes finally opened, blinking slowly. She rolled away from him, rubbing her eyes, and a soft smile tugged at his lips at her adorable expression as consciousness slowly returned to her. He could see the proverbial lightbulb flash in her mind as she realized something was off. Fully awake now, she sat up and looked around the bed.

Joe instantly read her mind. "They're in the nursery, safe and sound," he told her, and he felt his heart grow when she slid down beside him again, resting her head on his shoulder as her attention turned to the TV.

"When on earth did you start watching this show?" she asked, causing him to chuckle and reply, "There was nothing else on TV and I wanted to find out what got you and Pam trippin' so much." He shook his head. "I get it now. Man, they crazy. Every single one of them." He smiled when Sasha laughed, the sound vibrating against his skin soothing him.

"Trust me, this episode is just the beginning," she said, her fingers idly stroking his pectorals. "How long have you been home?" she asked.

"About three hours, four tops. You three were out like a light."

It had been quite the crazy day for Sasha. The twins had cried all day for some reason, and she was forced to cancel all her plans for the day, including working from home. "Not gonna lie, it was a rough one today. They were super cranky. I think they knew their Daddy was coming home so they decided to give me a hard time," she quipped, not bothering to stifle the yawn that escaped her.

She looked so exhausted. Joe felt like shit. "I wish I'd been here to help."

"Don't worry about it," she replied, yawning again.

Joe stared at her, a million thoughts flitting through his mind. There was so much he wanted to say to her, so much he wanted to apologize for. But he didn't know if words could fully articulate how truly sorry he was for his part in the turbulence of their relationship. "I got you something," he said. Twisting his upper body towards his side of the bed, he reappeared with a long stemmed red rose wrapped in transparent paper.

Sasha raised an eyebrow. "There's hundreds of flowers in the garden outside, Joe," she informed him, the small smirk on her lips telling him not to take offence to her comment.

"I know. But that woulda been lazy of me."

Giggling at his statement, she took the flower and held it to her nose. "It's beautiful. Thanks," she murmured, sincerity shining in her eyes as she looked at him.

The air crackled with tension as Joe watched her intently. "I've been thinking...Can I take you out to dinner tomorrow night?"

Sasha lowered the rose, waiting for a beat or two. "Like a date?"

"Yeah, like a date." He could sense that she was trying to play it cool, but her anxiety was written on her face. "Don't worry. It'll be just you and me, alone and in a relaxed environment and we'll get all the privacy we want. I'd really like it if we sat down and talked and caught up with each other's lives. I think being stuck in this house all the time with only the babies for company hasn't been much fun for you."

Frankly, he was right on all fronts. Especially with the notion that they desperately needed to talk. Shifting to lie on her side, she nodded her head in agreement. "Okay. I'm fine with that. Where are we going though?"

His serious expression turned playful. "Sorry baby girl. You'll just have to wait and see."

Sasha grinned. "Ooh, a surprise, huh? What about the twins?"

"We can drop them off at my parents' place. Or Elgin's parents'. Or Mia will take care of them. She'll probably ask to be paid though," he chuckled, grinning when Sasha joined him.

"I'm sure we can negotiate something," she answered.

Joe smiled at his wife, watching her laugh, and decided to take advantage of the lightened mood before it slipped away for good. Gently stroking her hip, he said in a soft voice, "You probably don't believe me, but I've missed you. I...miss you," he corrected himself, locking eyes with her, his own swirling with apologies.

It was so difficult to stay mad at him. Even when she gave him the silent treatment to teach him a lesson it required all of her willpower because it was miserable not talking to him. Despite all the conflict they put each other through, she loved him to death. She always would. "I believe you," she answered, inching closer to him. "And I miss you too." And wanting to show him rather than just tell him, she tilted her head and gently placed her lips on his for a moment. Pulling slightly away, she watched his grey eyes, wide with surprise and hope and longing, and she gave her reassurance with a small smile. Emboldened, she leaned in and kissed him again, her lips parting wider for him. She moved, climbing slowly on top of his body, and she sensed his relief as he wound an arm around her, holding her tight to him while he massaged her scalp with his other fingers. This was so much better than arguing. Unfortunately they couldn't help themselves sometimes. They fought each other as intensely as they loved each other, probably always would, and both of them would have to come to terms with that fact and put up with it.

Trying his luck, Joe tugged off the robe Sasha was wearing, heartened when she made no protest. He pushed the clothing down her arms and pressed his lips to the exposed skin on her shoulder. Gently, he rolled her onto her back, delighted to feel her legs instantly slide up around his waist. Brushing heated, suckling kisses over her neck, his hands ventured upwards, closing over her naked breasts, which were larger and more sensitive now due to breastfeeding. Giving them a small squeeze each, her soft moan was encouraging, and he happily repeated the action. He bowed his head and licked her nipple, the faint taste of breastmilk coming away on his tongue. His name was a breathy moan on her lips, her hips lifting to grind against his crotch. Joe growled in reaction, tearing his mouth away from her chest to crash back against hers. They kissed desperately, and his hands continued massaging her breasts, his fingers tweaking and teasing her nipples. He was about turning his attention back to them when a small cry pierced the air out of nowhere.

"No," Sasha whined. Joe's forehead dropped onto her chest with frustration. "Fuck." The baby monitor had come alive and was indicating that one of their children was now awake and very upset.

Sasha exhaled heavily. This was one of the reasons she didn't bother with sex anymore. "That's your son," she informed Joe, patting his shoulder so he could move off of her.

"How do you know?" he asked.

"There's no frills with his crying," she explained, sitting up and tiredly drawing her robe back over herself. "Your daughter always whines first, always makes a dramatic entrance. With Micah it's short, sweet and to the point most of the time."

"You know them well." There was envy in his voice.

Sasha smiled tenderly and caressed his face. "You will too, baby. They recognize you now. That's a start." She started to get up but Joe stopped her. "I got him." He pulled himself up and kissed her lips. "Stay put. I'll be right back."

Getting off the bed, Joe crossed the room and towards the adjoining door, the baby's cries getting louder as he neared the nursery. Taking a second to look at Giselle's crib, he was relieved to see her slumber on despite Micah's noise. Reaching into the other crib, Joe picked up his wailing son and patted his back. "Hey little man. What's the matter?" he asked, walking out of the nursery. "You were right. It was him." He sat down on the bed, not taking his eyes off his boy as he began to quieten. "Gotta say nani, we got some good-looking kids," the Samoan remarked.

"Well, they got Samoan, Italian and Negro blood. They don't have a choice but to be good-looking." She carefully took their baby son. With her other hand she pulled her robe open and adjusted him in her arms, then guided her nipple into his mouth. Watching the baby suckle for a few moments, she then looked over at her husband, propped up on his elbow as he looked on with a soft, almost dreamy smile, and smirked. "Take a picture babe, it lasts longer."

His gaze zeroed in on her chest. "It's beautiful to watch."

"Or you just like that I whipped out my naked tits."

At last, his eyes flickered to hers, familiarly dark and suggestive. "Maybe."

Her face warmed instantly. "Pervert." But the smile on her face was wide and genuine, and the Samoan was glad to be the one to put it there. Glad that they were back to this, the playful banter between them. He shifted on the bed so he was facing Sasha properly, and he played with Micah's toes while he reveled in the sight of his wife feeding their son.

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What's date night gonna be like? Hmmm. ;)

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Unbreak My Heart Ch.4

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Showering, and changing in to her pajamas, Braylin got settled in to bed to watch Takeover. Grabbing her phone and sending a quick text to Sasha, she grabbed her iPad, and signed into the WWE app. Opening up Instagram, the first picture that she saw was Charley and Finn backstage of Takeover. Quickly scrolling past the post, her fingers glided down the phone screen, liking a couple pictures, and then closing the app.  As Takeover played, her mind wandered, how she was going to get through the next couple days with the whole Finn situation. A couple days ago she was happy again. She spent the better part of a year putting herself back together. She could finally get back to the one thing she loved and that was wrestling. The other thing she loved was an Irishmen, who had a gorgeous girlfriend. Braylin wasn't really sure if Finn and herself would ever be friends again, but she was ready to put it in the past where it belonged.  

3 hours had gone by, and Takeover was over with NXT putting on an amazing show as per usual. Getting situated against the pillows, her eyes started to close. As her body relaxed, a familiar Irish voice could be heard outside the door. Groaning, Braylin tried her hardest to block it out, but it got louder and louder through the thin wall between the 2 rooms. She knew Finn was obviously drunk, because he always raised his voice with every word he said when he had a few drinks in his system. Finn's deep laugh, mixed with Charley's giggles could be heard loud and clear. Braylin sat up, and got out of bed, before grabbing sweats. Getting dressed, she grabbed her key, phone, and wallet, and headed down to the lobby. There was a 24-hour café, and she was craving something sweet. Walking up to the counter, her eyes scanned the menu, before deciding on a hot chocolate, and a brownie. Grabbing her order, she headed over to an empty table and sat down. The lobby was quiet, with not anyone around. Then again it was 11:45 at night, and most of the other guests were sleeping. The hotel was filled with her fellow wrestlers getting their nights rest, before the busy day tomorrow at WrestleMania.  

"Couldn't sleep either?" Braylin heard a voice behind her. Turning her heard, she saw TJ Perkins standing there, with a soft smile.

"Needed a late-night sugar rush" She replied returning the smile.

"Mind if I join you?" TJ asked holding his cup up.

"Please sit" Braylin motioned to the empty chair beside her.

TJ sat down in the chair, and sipped his coffee quietly.

"It's been awhile since I've seen or talked to you. Congrats on all the success"

"Thank you" TJ replied with another smile. "Excited to come back?"

"I am. Not sure what type of reaction I'm going to get, but it's all or nothing on Monday"

"You'll be fine. You're a natural in front of a crowd" TJ told her.

"I try. I could say the same about you Mr. Cruiser Great" Braylin said with a giggle. "You know I watched you in the CWC and I was impressed. You make it seem effortless, with each move you do"

"Hey thanks. You know you're not so bad yourself in that ring. If you wanted to get in the ring together some time, we could train, and I could show you a thing or two" TJ suggested.

"Yeah, I'd like that thanks" Braylin replied picking her cup up, before taking a couple sips.

The two of them sat talking, about everything and anything that came to mind. Braylin got to know a little bit more about TJ, while TJ got to know Braylin.  

The time had reached 1:55am, before either of them had noticed the time change.

"Wow, It's almost 2am. I'm sure you need to get some sleep" Braylin said standing up, and throwing her trash out.

"Yeah, I should go to bed. Thanks for hanging out with me" TJ said with a smile.

"You're welcome. Thanks for listening to me ramble on" Braylin replied.

"No, it was cool, getting to know you more. Let me know when you want to  get in the ring together"

"I definitely will. Good night TJ"

"Hey, not to be too forward, but would you like to grab dinner sometime? I know it's hard with our schedules, but even if it's a late dinner on a stop to a town"

"Yeah sure. I'd like that. I'm sure we'll run into each other, so we can set something up"

"Ok sounds good. Good night Braylin"

"Night TJ" Braylin waved goodbye, before heading up to her room.

While she walked a loud familiar voice called after her. "Well what was that about?"

Braylin stopped walking, as she turned around. Finn stood leaning against the wall, with his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes locked on hers.

"None of your business. Don't you have a girlfriend to go spend time with" Braylin rolled her eyes.

"Way to go low and go after a cruiserweight" Finn snickered.

"Fuck you Balor. Get over yourself. Leave me alone. What I do with who is none of your concern anymore"

"You do know what you're good for don't you Braylin?" Finn taunted.

Tears pricked her eyes, as her mouth dropped open. Those words stung coming from him. "Yeah falling in love with assholes like you"

Finn's mouth shut immediately, and not another word was heard from him. He let her words sink into his head. She hated him, and he couldn't blame her. All those times he told her he didn't want a relationship, but what he really meant was he didn't want a relationship with her. At first that was true, but as time went on, he secretly wanted to have a relationship with her, but he played it off like he didn't. Finn knew he screwed up, and he wasn't sure where he should go from there.

"If you're done insulting me, I'm going to bed" Braylin wiped her cheeks with the back of her head, and continued the rest of the way up to her room. Braylin knew if she was going to keep crossing paths with Finn, she knows she will have to keep it professional, and leave whatever she had with him in the past, so she can focus on the future.  

AUTHOR'S NOTE: HEY EVERYONE ASHLEY HERE!  SORRY IT'S BEEN SO LONG FOR AN UPDATE, BUT WITH WORKING 40+ HOURS A WEEK, THEN I WAS ON VACATION, UPDATES ARE KINDA SLOW! I'M NOT SURE IF ANYONE READS THIS STORY, AND I'M STILL NEW TO WRITING, SO IT'S PROABLY NOT VERY GOOD, BUT I'M HOPING WITH MORE PRACTICE, I CAN GET BETTER WITH TIME!  

P.S. I DON’T OWN FINN BALOR OR ANYONE FROM THE WWE. I ONLY OWN MY ORIGINAL CHARACTER, AND EVERYONE YOU DON’T RECOGNIZE.!

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New Start

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AN: Alicia Fox/OC... Not the best writer won't ever claim to be...

Takes place after 205 live... Alicia runs into an old friend

Avery's FC: Tyler Lepley

 Alicia was sitting in the hotel lobby waiting for her LYFT to come and pick her up and take her home. This had to be the 5th time she has been embarrassed and for what? She has been with WWE for 13 years and it seems like they have taken her for a joke, she was a champion at one point. She has been put in storylines that make her seem crazy. Then when the 4 horse women made their appearance on the main roster she knew she was going to be placed on the backburner. At least creative allowed her a victory over Sasha that one time.

She was at a point she didn't know if she wanted to stay with WWE or go and find another wrestling promotion to go with. Alicia looked up to see Noam making his way towards her with a smirk on his face with another girl on his arm. Poor girl did not have a clue. To be honest she did not want to work with him especially when the old tweets of his came out. She couldn't do much or she would be pushed further back or worse fire so she sucked it up. Noam walked up to her and Alicia took a deep breath bad enough he already embarrassed her in front of a live crowd and people watching on the WWE network.

"What do you want Noam? Haven't you done your damage already?"

 "Oh, Alicia Fox I haven't done anything yet."

 "You can leave me alone Noam. You have done your damage. Please go?"  

 "Uh no Ms. Fox see I am going to make your life a living hell as long as we are on the roster."

 What Noam and Alicia failed to notice is Alicia's childhood friend Avery had made his way into the lobby. Avery stood at 6 feet tall, had a tattoo on his arm, was muscular, had a fade as a haircut, and his beard connected to his goatee. His smile was to die for and he had earrings in both his ears. He was every women's dream especially since he loved cats and dogs and had both as pets. He and Alicia was friends up until college he went away to become a model and Alicia had went away to become a wrestler.

No matter what he always supported her, went to every show just to see her face, or see her do something she has talked about doing since they were children. He didn't like how WWE has been treating her but since they haven't been in contact he couldn't state his annoyance to her.

He was staying in San Antonio Texas for a brief vacation and he was in attendance of 205 when Noam lost.  Embarrassing Alicia afterwards, he heard as all the men in the audience cheered for Noam and he wanted to bash their heads in but he restrained himself. He watched Alicia cry and that broke him even though they have been apart for some time her crying broke his heart.

That is why he followed he Alicia to the hotel she was staying at just to make sure no jackass decided to harass her about being broken up with. He’s surprised Alicia didn’t notice him but that helped him because when Noam approached Alicia and started bothering her, he stood behind Noam with his arms folded against his chest.

“Yo, my man didn’t Alicia say leave her alone?”

Noam and Alicia turned to see where the voice was coming from and Alicia gasped when she seen a grown-up Avery. She hasn’t seen Avery since they both went their separate ways for their career paths. She knew Avery was pissed his arms was crossed and his jaw was clenched she knew if Noam didn’t move Avery was bound to knock all this teeth down his throat.

“And who do you think you are nigga?”

Yep, Noam had no problem saying that word even when he was paired with a black woman wrestler. Avery laughed showing his pearly whites before connecting his right fist with Noam’s face knocking him to the ground. The girl on Noam’s arm instantly screamed and ran while Alicia looked unfazed by Avery’s reaction.

“Now, I’m going to say this one time and one time only if you come near Alicia again I will come to whatever town y’all out and beat your annoying ass. Then I’m go to your boss and tell them how you are harassing women. Play with me if you want to.”

Avery stepped over Noam and grabbed Alicia’s bag with one hand and her hand with the other and walked out the hotel hobby. They walked to Avery’s car which was a candy apple red Ford Fusion, Avery popped the trunk and put Alicia’s bag in there. He then went to the passenger side and opened the door for Alicia making sure she was safely in before going to the driver’s side and getting in. Avery buckled himself in and put the key in the ignition and started to drive.

“You ever have gelato before?”  

“No, we went to Italy and there was this gelato spot there and we couldn’t try it.”

“Well come on you with me. I’m hungry as hell anyway there is this spot that serves Panini’s and gelato so we in luck.”

Even though it’s been some years it was like nothing changed. It took about 30 minutes to get to Southalamode. When they reached there, Avery parked the car getting out and going to Alicia’s side of the car opening it for her and helping her out. They walked to the entrance and Avery opened the door letting Alicia go in first and walking in behind her. They went to an empty table in the corner and sat down.

“It’s good to see you Avery. What you doing in Texas anyway? How did you know about Noam?”

“Good to see you to Foxy Mama. I am on vacation and I came to see the show as I usually do to support you and I saw what that ass did. So, I followed you to make sure you were all right and low and behold I’m glad I did.”

Before another word could be spoken a waiter came to take their order. Avery ordered a Mela Dai for Alicia and a IL Brigante for himself, 2Voss Waters, and 2 orders of Mexican vanilla gelato. Once the waiter got their orders he went and put it in so the cooks can start.

“Wait you come to all the shows I be at? Why?”

“To see my Foxy Mama. I told you when you left to become a wrestler and I a model I will always support you and I meant that.”

The waiter came back with their waters and told them it be about 15 minutes to 30 minutes until the food is done. Alicia and Avery nodded their heads and thanked the waiter.

“I always support you too. I be seeing you shirtless on television and in magazine articles and on magazine covers. You did good for yourself. Still got your cats and dogs?”

“Thank you as long as you proud of me that is all that matters to me. Yea, I still got them.”

Avery took out his phone, unlocking it, going to pictures and going to the album animals. He passed the phone to Alicia and she smiled seeing the videos and pictures Avery took with his babies, for him to be a big man he was a big kid with a soft spot for animals.

Alicia and Avery talked that whole night about what has been going on in their lives both professional and personal and when the food came they dug in. The paninis were to die for and the gelato was amazing, even though it started out bad for Alicia she was glad she ran into her old friend Avery.

 Again, not the best writer. Won’t ever claim to be. Excuse all the errors and stuff. Blah.

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5 THINGS THAT GOT ME THROUGH THE WEEK - PRO WRESTLING EDITION

1. CHRISTOPHER DANIELS v. ADAM COLE FOR THE ROH WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP (ROH 15th ANNIVERSARY SHOW)

For the first time ever, I had my 5 Things list completed early, this week, and the Nakamura/Perkins match on NXT was my bonafide #1 ... and then Friday, March 10, 2017, happened. Christopher Daniels beat Adam Cole to become the new ROH World Champion. Wow, it was a great match.

Kazarian tricking Cole into believing he was with Bullet Club was a cool moment and Daniels dropping three consecutive BMEs on Cole was great, especially when you consider Daniels's age.

This title victory was a great moment for Ring Of Honor, but an even greater moment for Christopher Daniels who DESERVES to be World Champion. Just think, TNA Impact Wrestling dropped the ball when they let him get away.

Christopher Daniels is the best in the world, right now. DESTINY has been realised.

2. SHINSUKE NAKAMURA v. TJ PERKINS (NXT)

Now onto my original #1: TJ Perkins is an amazing in-ring competitor, so it’s no surprise that he was able to go toe-to-toe with Shinsuke Nakamura.

I like the fact that TJP was allowed to look competitive rather be treated like an easy fight for Nakamura. There were a few instances where TJP came close to winning.

It would be interesting to see TJP turn heel; he not only has the mannerisms of a heel but has enough natural charisma which would make him a big-time heel.

Question: Why can’t this extremely competitive version of TJP be shown during RAW or 205 Live? I feel if Perkins is given the right opportunity, he can easily be a star in WWE.

As for Nakamura, while everybody is anticipating his Smackdown/RAW debut, which I understand, I feel he’s still the best thing for NXT, at the moment. This man has so much more to contribute to NXT. Matches as competitive as this this do not happen on RAW, so I’m thankful for its presentation here. Nakamura is the best of the best, his arrival to the main roster will be huge, however, his ability to elevate all of his challengers is exactly what NXT needs.

3. AJ STYLES v. RANDY ORTON (SMACKDOWN LIVE)

This was my favourite Randy Orton match in a long time. AJ Styles has consistently been THE HIGHLIGHT on WWE TV. Randy Orton is now the #1 Contender for Bray Wyatt at WresleMania. Even though I was hoping for a four way including Luke Harper and AJ Styles, I can stomach this match. In just a couple weeks, WWE has made Randy Orton look like a star again. This one-on-one with Styles only helped to magnify his value.

4. CHRIS JERICHO v. SAMOA JOE (MONDAY NIGHT RAW)

Both Samoa Joe and Chris Jericho were able to make their limited in-ring time matter. There is so much to like about this match: WWE didn’t have him destroy (pun intended) Jericho. I also like how Jericho wasn’t given the Roman Reigns/Superman-treatment; as the conquering hero who easily vanquishes the bad guy like it was nothing.

The count out loss for Jericho won’t hurt him. At this point, I don't think anything can hurt Chris Jericho's star-power in WWE. Samoa Joe, the victor, has been unstoppable since his RAW debut.

I am sure they'll cross paths again and to quote Bart Star, "I can't wait."

5. SASHA BANKS

All I'm going to say is that I am excited at the possibility of Sasha Banks turning heel and becoming The Boss we remember from NXT. This slow burn to turning heel has me tuning into RAW specifically for the moment she turns on Bayley. I'm a Sasha Banks fan and I do like what she has been doing in WWE, thus far. My only problem with the babyface Sasha is that her nice-girl persona pales in comparison to who she was in NXT. The Bayley-Sasha feud was epic and their main events headlining NXT events were some of the best in recent memory. Bringing that feud to RAW is a step in the right direction.