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elizabeethan · 4 years ago

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Ladies Night

And the feelings right! this song was stuck in my head and thus was born a night of postpartum normalcy for our dear Emma. takes place in the It’s About Bloody Time universe (and no, this is not one of the one shots I actually plan on writing.) This is... pure crack.

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Rated M

~2200 words

When Mary Margaret Blanchard insists on a Storybrooke Ladies Night, one complies, lest one desires to be berated for the remainder of the calendar year.

“Oh yes, it’s ladies night, and the feeling’s right!”

“Ruby, stop.”

“Oh, what a night!”

“Please, Ruby. Please stop.”

“What, you're not a fan of Kool & The Gang?”

“Not particularly.”

“Get down on it, c’mon get down on it,” she says, closing her eyes and soulfully swaying her shoulders from side to side while she snaps her fingers.

“That’s not even the same song!” Emma groans as Ruby reaches into her center console for what she knows must be the AUX cord. “If you play Kool & The Gang right now…”

“Oh yes it’s ladies night!”

She wants so badly to stop the car, open Ruby’s door, and shove her out into the road. She wants to slam her own head against the steering wheel and maybe she won’t be able to hear any disco. She wants to go home and spend the evening with her baby, who’s just starting to babble adorably incoherent nonsense. But when Mary Margaret Blanchard insists on a Storybrooke Ladies Night, one complies, lest one desires to be berated for the remainder of the calendar year.

Mary Margaret got the idea to celebrate National Best Friend Day with her girlfriends and hasn’t let it go since. The sad thing is, National Best Friend Day was three months ago, but something got in the way.

(Emma had a baby the day before.)

She’s neurotically decorated her loft in pink and purple hearts, baked all kinds of weird heart shaped desserts, and insisted that each guest wears purple to match. Emma Swan does not own purple.

“You’ll have fun, darling. You should go,” Killian had told her, and what the hell does he know? Just because they’ve been together for a year and have a child together, that means he knows her?

She’s feeling a bit belligerent today.

But could she truly be blamed? Her sweet baby is home with her sweet baby daddy, and she’s been dragged out to ladies night with her mother and all of her mother’s friends.

Okay, fine. They're her friends, too. But her baby is so, so cute. Come on.

“Come on, Emma, this can’t be that bad for you. Tell me you're at least a little excited to see your friends. You’ve been holed up in your house since Corrine was born!”

“That was only three months ago! I’m on maternity leave!”

“You need a drink!”

“I’m breastfeeding.”

Ruby shrugs. “What’s it called? Pump and dump?”

She groans, rolling her eyes before focusing back on the road. “I’m your designated driver, and I don’t want a drunk infant.”

“Well, Killian is her father. Doesn’t he have, like, 200 barrels of rum on his ship?”

“I only saw a few.”

“You were in the storage place? What’s it called? Stowage?”

Emma blushes, because there was only one reason that she ever found herself among Killian’s rum barrels, and she was not about to share that story during ladies night.

Once they mercifully arrive at the loft, Emma and Ruby make their way up and are immediately bombarded with hugs from her mother. “Hi sweetie,” she says, planting a kiss on Emma’s cheek, and oh god, is she drunk?

“Hi mom…” Emma says timidly.

“Sangria? It’s made with fresh peaches and strawberries. Also, wine.”

She laughs tautly and thinks hard. Killian did his research, of course. They have a stock of breast milk in the freezer, and she can pump and dump, as Ruby so helpfully suggested. Killian even insisted that she should relax tonight and to not worry about him and Corrine, to just have fun. It took her a while to accept that having a drink or two tonight does not make her a bad mom. She even talked it over with Archie yesterday.

So, she nods, takes a clear plastic cup, and fills it with the fruity concoction.

And damn, it’s good. And it goes down easy.

It’s been over a year since she’s had a sip of alcohol in her, and it shows. One drink in and she’s feeling a warm buzz over her skin and a smile toying at her lips that she can’t seem to get rid of.

“Let’s see them, then,” Regina says with an air of irritation in her voice.

“See what?” Ashley asks.

“The pictures. We all know Emma is dying to show us all pictures of the baby.”

“Hey, Ashley has a baby, too,” Emma argues in an attempt to defend herself,

“Yes, but you still have that sickening new-mother glow. I know you have at least a hundred new photos since I dropped Henry off on Tuesday.”

She’s right, dammit.

Emma whips out her phone and shows off countless images of little Corrine. She’s gained close to eight pounds since birth, and she’s a chunky little girl. Her hair still hasn’t come in, either, so she’s cursed with a fuzzy bald head. Emma is convinced that she’ll be a blonde, but for now, she’s a cue ball. Her favorite feature of her daughter’s, though, is her ocean blue eyes.

“I miss her,” Mary Margaret says sadly, and Emma nods.

“Me too. Look at these cheeks!”

“She’s so chunky. And look at Hook holding her!” Tinkerbell cries, reaching for the phone and giving Emma a sweet smile once she’s zoomed in. “This is so cute. You have to frame this.”

“I did.”

The evening goes on with games and lots more sangria, but Emma takes it easy after her second glass. At this rate, Ruby might end up being her designated driver.

After a few too many rounds of Cards Against Humanity, the game started to become too raunchy. When they first started, the answers were relatively tame, but when Ruby put down a card about a man on the brink of… something that made everyone in the room start hollering and blushing and nudging each other’s shoulders, it was clear where the night was headed.

“Let’s play Never Have I Ever.” Emma would have never assumed Ashley would be the one to suggest it, but here they are.

“Yay!” Ruby agrees, clapping enthusiastically. “Everyone, raise three fingers!” Emma catches Regina’s eye roll and Mary Margaret’s nervous hesitation before they all put three fingers into the air. “Who wants to go first?” Silence. “Alright, me! Never have I ever… been a parent.”

Emma rolls her eyes now. “Ruby, come on! You’re knocking out, like, everyone here!”

“Right, everyone but me and Tink. That’s the point of the game, Emma.”

“Alright,” Regina says brazenly. “Never have I ever changed into a different species.”

“Ooh, Regina, that’s fierce!” Mary Margaret says drunkenly as Ruby puts down a finger, now matching almost everyone else in the room, and then she asks, “Does Tink count?”

“Yes.”

“What!?”

“Emma’s next.”

“Never have I ever… um… shit. Um…”

“Yes, you have!” Ashley shouts with a giggle, and Emma blushes as the room bursts into laughter.

“Stop! Never have I ever… um… punched my true love in the face with a rock?”

Mary Margaret scoffs. “What? A compass doesn’t count?” she asks sarcastically.

“Huh?”

“Hook. During your sword fight in the Enchanted Forest. You punched him in the face with the compass, remember?”

“Why would you… Hook isn’t…”

Everyone stares at her. “Yes, he is, come on,” Tink says.

“Yeah, seriously. He’s due to propose soon.”

“What?!”

“Isn’t it almost a year now? How are you celebrating your anniversary?”

Emma’s tipsy self isn’t as emotionally mature as sober Emma. So, she bites her lips, widens her eyes, and changes the subject to something easier to talk about.

“Never have I ever been to a ball.”

Four fingers go down. Five sets of eyes roll dramatically.

“Never have I ever had sex while pregnant,” Ruby says, and seriously? How can she ask this many questions? It’s not even her turn.

“Never have I ever had sex with a pirate,” Tink says, and not only is that surprising because Emma thought for sure that they had a history, but also because, apparently, Emma is now under personal attack.

“Oh, come on! You really haven’t?”

“Are you asking if I’ve had sex with your lover and the father of your newborn child? Because I’m not sure I’d answer you if I had.”

“I wouldn’t answer,” Ashley pipes up.

“I wouldn’t either, but I would do him.”

“Ruby!”

“Look at him!”

“I do, quite frequently!”

“How frequently?”

“I have one,” Mary Margaret interrupts, practically drilling a hole into Emma’s head with how hard she’s smirking at her. “Never have I ever had sex in my mother’s home.”

Emma’s jaw drops. “Mom!”

“I just wanted to know! It’s my house, and your sex life seems to be… very healthy.”

“What the hell makes you say that?!”

“Well, you weren’t as quiet as you thought you were every time you were sneaking out.” While she started speaking slowly, her pace picks up. “Honestly, it’s a miracle it took you as long as it did to get pregnant with how often you and Killian were—”

“Ooooh!” Ruby howls.

“No! Of course I haven’t had sex here!” Emma does note, however, that both Ruby and Regina put their fingers down at that question, so Ruby is out. Thank god.

“Never have I ever done it on a rum barrel,” Ruby says, as if she didn’t just lose the damn game.

“You have got to be kidding me.”

“Well, I’m out,” Mary Margaret says.

~~~~

“Fun time, love?” Killian asks into the darkness of the living room when Emma starts to slink onto the couch, much later than she anticipated. She’s already too-loudly busted into the bedroom room before even acknowledging Killian, checking to make sure Corrine was sleeping, brushing a finger gently over her fat cheek but stopping herself from picking her up.

“Mhmm,” she hums happily, flopping towards him and resting her head on his lap. “I played games. And I drank sangria.”

He laughs lightly, rubbing a hand, his left hand, up and down her arm once she lies down. He bends and kisses her forehead before saying, “I’m glad. You needed a night out.”

“I dumped.”

“…hmm?”

“I pumped. And then I dumped. When I went to check on her.”

“Ah,” he chortles. “Very good, darling,” he says as he squeezes her shoulder and laughs. “Who drove you home?”

“Ruby, the damn scoundrel. She wouldn’t stop trying to get me out!”

“Of the car?!”

“No, of the game. She kept saying stuff that she knows I’ve done, like had sex with a pirate, or had sex while pregnant, or had sex on a barrel of rum.”

She thinks that if he had been drinking, he would have done a spit take. That would’ve been funny. She would’ve made him clean the couch. “How does she know about the rum barrel, pray tell?”

She shrugs, looking up at him and smirking. “I’ll never tell.”

“You told someone,” he says pointedly and laughs, planting a soft kiss to her nose. “Did you have water, Swan?”

She nods against his lap, sighing. “I thought I was gonna have sex tonight, but I think I’m too tired.”

“Who were you planning on having sex with?”

Emma gasps, sitting up quickly and straddling his lap, placing both hands on either side of Killian’s shoulders. “You!” she says a bit too loud, and he winces softly before grinning and leaning up to kiss her again.

“I was only teasing, my love. I know you meant that.”

“Am I your true love?” she asks, and someone should tape her mouth shut now, right?

He stills, looking her in the eye and wrapping both arms around her waist. “What makes you ask that?”

“I said, ‘never have I ever punched my true love in the face,’ but mom said that one wasn’t true.”

He laughs at her again, and she’s glad that she could serve as such reliable entertainment for him this evening. “I’d almost forgotten about that, you know.”

“I know you threw that fight.”

He smiles, nodding at her as she rests her head against his neck. “Aye, I did. But it was only because I was smitten with the fiery blonde lass who trapped me at the top of a beanstalk.” She giggles and nuzzles her nose against his skin because Emma Swan is disgustingly in love, and you heard it here first. “I don’t know if I’m your true love, Emma, the only ways of finding out that I know of are rather sordid, but I do know that I truly love you.”

Dammit, she thinks. When has Emma Swan ever swooned before? The sangria certainly plays a role, right? “I truly love you, too, you big fuzzy idiot.”

“Did you just call me fuzzy?”

“Yeah,” she nods, reaching around him to pinch his ass with great effort. “Your big fuzzy butt.”

He laughs too loudly for a baby to be sleeping in the next room, and rolls her over onto her back, pinning her arms above her head and rubbing his chin against her neck. “Fuzzy butt? I’ll show you fuzzy.”

“No!” she squeals, laughing as he starts to nibble at her neck, and if she said that she was too tired for sex on ladies night, she must’ve been lying.

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loveforpreserumsteve · 5 years ago

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Begin Again (Mortician!Steve and Baker!Bucky Modern “Moving On” AU)

Nineteen:

Once people started leaving the bowling alley, Steve couldn't help but watch as Tony seductively pushed Bucky up against the side of an ostentatious, red Audi R8. Surprised with how carefree and casual Tony was with his public displays of affection. Of course, Steve imagined that if he was in a relationship with Bucky, he also wouldn't mind indulging in such actions. Not that that was going to be happening any time soon -- or at all, now -- though. Nope, obviously, not.

When Tony started shamelessly making out with Bucky, however, Steve quickly averted his eyes and tried to keep the contents of his stomach where they were. Even though, his body wanted nothing more than to expel the bile all over the shiny sports car. As much as Steve's eyes wanted him to keep watching like a train wreck one couldn't look away from, his heart's begging eventually won out. Unable to handle just how much it hurt as he looked down at the asphalt instead.

"You okay?" Sam cautiously questioned, eyes full of concern as they walked side-by-side.

"Yup," Steve didn't even try to hide his lie.

Instead of calling him out for it, Sam clarified, "I swear I didn't know, Steve. Honest. If I did, I wouldn't have encouraged --"

"Hey, Steve," Carol called, running up to him and wrapping her arm around his slim waist. "Wanna have some fun?"

Draping his arm around her strong shoulders, Steve asked, "What do you have in mind?"

"SHIELD," Carol wiggled her eyebrows, earning a snort from Steve. Which was really the only laughter he was capable at the moment when it felt like his heart had been charred to a crisp inside his chest. "How about it?"

Already knowing he'd agree, Steve feigned thought. Sam, figuring out Steve's choice as well, rolled his eyes while Maria pleaded with her wife, "Baby, you know that's not what Steve needs."

"Shh," Carol lovingly shushed as she conceded, "It might not be what he needs, but it's certainly what he wants."

"How do you know what I want?" Steve scoffed, smirking down at the blonde.

"I'll tell you what you want," Carol giggled, "What you really, really want."

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were still drunk," Maria affectionately teased while Sam complained, "Great. Now I'm going to have that song stuck in my head for the rest of the night."

In reply, Carol childishly stuck her tongue out at her wife, and then Sam, before turning her attention back to Steve as she asked, "So, how about it?"

"I don't know," Steve mocked, still pretending to be thinking about it. Even going so far as to rub his beard and narrow his eyes.

Smirking, Carol elbowed Steve in his ribs, but played along, "Oh, c'mon, Stevie. We can go dancing. We can get those colorful, fruity drinks you like so much. You might even hit it off with someone and get laid."

Blushing, Steve blew a puff of air as he pretended to cave, "Oh, okay."

"Yay!" Carol happily cheered as she skipped forward to wrap her arms around Maria's curvy frame. "Stevie's coming out!"

"Coming out? He's been out," Maria joked, earning loud giggles from her wife.

"You know this is a bad idea, right?" Sam questioned, pausing by his Wagon, jingling his keys.

Steve paused too, glancing over at Bucky. Bucky was currently chuckling and playfully pushing Tony away. Not that that deterred Tony in the slightest as he smirked and nuzzled his face in Bucky's neck.

Steve wondered what it'd be like to feel Bucky pressed against him. What it'd feel like to trail kisses down the brunet's elegant neck. Wondering what kind of cologne Bucky wore on special occasions. Wondering what body wash's scent remained on his skin. The shampoo he used and how soft his hair felt. Wondering if he liked have fingers tangled in the long strands and --

"Tony!" Bucky stated, scandalized by whatever the shorter brunet was doing. Stomach dropping further, Steve closed his eyes and took in a deep breath.

Opening his eyes, Steve directed them to Sam and conceded, "It won't be the first time I've done something stupid. I doubt it'll be the last."

Then, before he could change his mind, Steve turned to join Maria and Carol. Climbing into the backseat of their black Jeep Cherokee, and running his hand through his shaggy hair so he wouldn't accidentally glance over at Bucky and his fiancé. No matter how badly his mind urged him to do so anyway.

Trying not to think about the night that Bucky was going to be having with Tony, Steve attempted to get his mindset right. Focusing on the alternative 90s music that Carol turned up while Maria bobbed her head and drove towards the gay night club. Carol occasionally turning in the passenger seat to smile widely at Steve, encouraging him to, "Let loose, babe."

So, that's what Steve tried to do.

On the car ride, by wiggling in his seat to the beloved, Angry Chick Rock, and singing along to the lyrics that he knew. At the club, when strangers approached him and bought him those colorful fruity drinks that he really did enjoy most.

Even trying to stay loose when the music was too loud and too fast paced for Steve to properly keep up with. Sure, he wasn't the best dancer, but he still moved to the beat. Which seemed to be a good thing. Especially when a lithe, handsome brunet with his hair tied back in an attractive messy bun started grinding on Steve. Finding himself getting lost in the way the man moved and the way his stubble scratched along Steve's beard, reminding Steve of velcro.

It was everything that Steve wanted. Just with the wrong man.

Not that that was going to stop Steve. It probably should've, but Steve couldn't stop. Enjoying the way the liquor eventually stopped burning when it slid down his throat. Pleased with how his companion couldn't keep his eyes -- or his hands -- off of him. Surprised when his new friend asked him home. Even more surprised when he agreed.

"Sweetie, are you sure you wanna do this?" Maria yelled over the music while Carol gave him two enthusiastic thumbs up and exclaimed, "Get it, Stevie!"

In answer, Steve took Maria's face in his hands and gave her a friendly -- albeit sloppy -- kiss on her mouth. Not wanting to leave Carol out, he pulled her in for a kiss too. As he turned to join his new companion, Carol swatted Steve's ass in her way of supporting him further. Which Steve appreciated.

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thesloppiestbitch · 6 years ago

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And They Were Roommates - Lucy Boynton x F!Reader P1

A/N: Lucy is my wife and I’m very gay, so enjoy my ramblings about how badly I want to kiss her that I somehow managed to turn into a cheesy fanfic. This is long so buckle up. The word count is listed on my masterlist, for those interested. I don’t know if this needs to be stated or not, but for the purpose of this story and to make it easier for me to write, the reader is a lesbian, simply because it made it easier for me to focus on Lucy than it would’ve had she been bi or pan. I am not trying to belittle those sexualities though! Also, this is a college AU (I guess???), but the boys are still in it (aside from Rami, simply because I couldn’t find a way to fit him in). And I’m Canadian, so I apologize for any inaccuracies or mistakes I make about British colleges. AND I’m splitting this into two parts (read part two here!) just because I hit the spacing limit and I didn’t want to compromise my writing style to make it fit. I tried, and I hated it.

Summary: Being assigned a roommate was the last thing [Name] wanted, but being forced to room with this cute girl couldn’t be all bad, right?

Warning(s): Swearing, alcohol, fluff

"Mum, I'm fine, I can drive myself," You insisted, throwing your final suitcase into the back of your car.

"Nonsense! I can do it; plus, I'd love to fit in some more time before you're gone till Christmas," She cooed, reaching up to pinch your cheek. You swatted her hand away before she could do so, sparking her to frown in frustration.

"I'm nineteen, I can handle myself. Plus, I don't even know if I'll be home for Christmas,"

She only shook her head, taking the keys from your finger where they had been dangling loosely by the key ring. "It's still months away, we can discuss it when it's closer. Just get in, please."

You huffed, finally giving in.

The drive to the college was long, especially since your mother wouldn't let you choose any music. If you'd had your way, or had been driving by yourself like you wanted, the only thing that would've been playing would have been old rock bands, but your mother despised them and you figured it wasn't worth the fight. Once you'd moved into your dorm, you could play all the rock music you wanted.

As your mum pulled out the suitcases and boxes from the trunk and backseat of your small blue car, you went to find the head-office to check where your room was.

When you walked in, you found that it was rather quite. Silently, you thanked whatever may be out there that you got lucky and hit a slow patch as you walked towards the man who looked to be about your age or a year or two older who was holding a clipboard.

You plastered on a smile as he turned to face you. "Hi," You spoke sweetly. "I was wondering who I could talk to about rooming?"

"That would be me," He smiled, speaking with an American accent. "What can I do for you?"

"My name is [Name] [Last Name], and I never got a letter or email or anything saying where my dorm would be. I was just curious if you had it somewhere?"

He glanced down at the papers on the clipboard, lightly lifting one to find your name. "You're in the third building, room twenty-nine, and you're sharing with—"

"I paid extra for a single room," You interrupted, worry flooding your system.

"I'm sorry, [Name], but there must've been a mistake. All rooms here are shared, I can't imagine where you would've paid that extra money to..."

"Great, just great." You muttered. "I'm sorry, I don't want this to seem like I'm taking it out on you, I know it's not your fault, it's just frustrating."

He laughed softly, lowering the board. "It's alright, I understand your frustration."

You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. "Who am I rooming with?"

"A girl named Lucy,"

You nodded. "Thank you..." You trailed off, hoping he would give you his name. He was a very nice and kind guy whom you'd like to have around more if possible.

"Joe," He smiled again.

"Thank you, Joe. I hope to see you around again,"

"And I you,"

You giggled softly at his odd wording before returning to your car to help your mother.

Hours passed and you were finally set up in a way that would be pleasing for the time being, despite it not being perfect. Your mother was long gone, your dad having picked her up so you could keep your car with you, and you finally had the freedom to play your music. Your stereo was one of the first things you set up, but you didn't turn anything on in case your roommate showed up. You internally hoped she wouldn't show up at all and you'd get your single room.

Just as you flipped on the album Queen II and White Queen began to play, the door to the small space peeked open. Blonde hair fell and became visible before the girl's face did. Your thoughts all immediately stopped as all your focus turned to how beautiful she was, and she wasn't even wearing any makeup.

"Hi," She smiled. "Are you [Name]? I'm worried I may have the wrong room..."

You blinked roughly a few times, trying to draw your attention back enough to form an answer. "Yes, I am. And you must be Lucy," You replied, smiling.

"Oh, thank God," She sighed, seemingly exhausted. "Yes, I am. It's very nice to meet you, [Name]. I hate to be a bother, but would you mind helping me with some of these boxes? My parents has to leave right away so it's just me,"

Suddenly, you were very glad your mum had dropped you off. "Of course!"

After helping Lucy get settled in, you two had began to talk, hoping to get to know each other better. You'd already covered all the basics: where're you from, do you have any siblings, any childhood pets, etc.

"Have you met anyone around campus?" Lucy asked, sitting cross-legged on the end of your bed.

"Just you and a boy who was in charge of rooming. I think his name was Joe? He had red-ish hair and an American accent,"

"Ah, yes! I've met him too. Quite a sweet one, isn't he?"

"Seems to be," You giggled. "Have you met anyone?"

"Not really, just you, Joe, and a few friends from primary school,"

You nodded in acknowledgment.

"They've invited me out tonight, would you care to join us?"

"Oh, I wouldn't want to intrude on a reunion,"

"You wouldn't! Come on, come meet them, they'll love you! Maybe we'll run into some cute guys," She winked.

"Yeah," You laughed out. Though guys aren't really what I'm interested in... "Alright, I'll come,"

She smiled, clapping her hands together. "Yay! I can't wait for you to meet them!"

You smiled as well at how happy she was. She barely knew you and already she wanted to introduce you to her friends? That was fast. Though, the two of you did seem to be clicking rather fast as well.

That night, Lucy dragged you out to a pub not far from campus. Her friends seemed to be running a little late, but she didn't let that put a damper on the mood.

The two of you ordered drinks and went to where Lucy said they'd usually meet for drinks.

"Do you go out often with them?" You asked, sipping some fruity drink Lucy had recommended.

She nodded, sipping from her straw. "Gwil and Ben usually drag me out every other weekend. And if it's not them, Allen seems to," She laughed softly to herself.

You nodded.

Just as you were about to say something else, three men joined you two at the table. A tall brunette with a beard sat beside Lucy, pecking her cheek. A shorter brunette sat beside him, greeted Lucy and sat quietly after that. A blonde sat next to you, immediately engaging the tall one in a conversation that seemed to be carrying on from before. You only sat quietly, not wanting to interrupt anything.

After the blonde finished his story with a low laugh, Lucy took the lull in conversation as an opportunity to introduce you.

"Guys," She began, gaining the attention of everyone at the table. "This," She motioned to you. "Is [Name], my roommate and new friend. We've gotten to know each other quite well over the past few hours, and I can easily say, she'll be part of the group in no time,"

The boys all smiled at you before turning back to Lucy.

"It is alright to introduce yourselves, you know," She jokes, sipping from her straw again.

Silence fell over the table before the one with a beard spoke up. "Alright, I suppose I'll go first then, yeah?" He shot a dirty look to the other two, jokingly, of course. "I'm Gwilym, it's very nice to meet you, [Name]," He stuck out his hand for you to shake, which you did.

"And you," You nodded, smiling.

"The other two are Ben," He gestured to the blonde. "And Allen," The shorter brunette.

You gave them both nods and smiles which they returned.

What could've turned into an awkward night quickly turned into one of the best you'd had in years. You immediately clicked with all these people, and, though it may have been the alcohol in your system, you found yourself opening up to them and being more out there than usual, which was rare. Usually, you were very quiet and reserved around new people, but all that went out the window with these new people you were happy to be able to call your friends by the end of the night.

The next morning, you woke up with one hell of a headache. You didn't think you'd had that much to drink, but it didn't help that you'd hardly eaten the day prior and alcohol on an empty stomach doesn't exactly do much to your tolerance level...

You sat up with a groan, dragging your hands through the hair. Suddenly, you were even more grateful that you'd left your mornings open, only electing one class and two in the afternoon. You were also grateful that it didn't take many classes to get your art major.

Lucy sat up in her bed, doing the same as you. Apparently, both of you had gotten a bit carried away with the drinks last night.

"When's your first class?" You mumbled just loud enough for her to hear, but not loud enough to make either headache worse.

"Eleven. You?"

You nodded slightly. "Eleven. What time is it now?"

She glanced at the alarm clock beside her bed. "Eleven thirty."

"Great,"

"Yeah. Good thing most classes don't start till tomorrow. People are still moving in today."

"Thank God," You muttered, laying back down quickly, making your headache worse. "Fuck!"

Lucy laughed softly. "You good?"

"Piss off."

"Awe, I'm glad you already feel close enough to me to tell me to piss off, knowing I'll take it as a joke," She said in a sickeningly sweet voice, attempting to make you laugh.

"Lucy, I swear on any other day I'd find your tone hilarious, but right now, this headache is making me want to die."

"Such a great feeling, isn't it?"

"Oh, just the best. Do you have any Advil?"

"Nope,"

"Wonderful."

The day went on, and, with it, your headache slowly disappeared, as did Lucy's. This led to the two of you trying to decide on an "aesthetic", as Lucy had referred to it, for the dorm.

"I like the idea of using some houseplants to lighten the space," Lucy said, referring back to your original idea.

"And I think you're right, some sheer curtains would definitely help open the place up a bit more," You thought out loud.

A light knock at the door broke your concentration.

"You expecting someone?" You asked her.

She shook her head and shrugged, answering. "Oh, hello, Joe!" She greeted happily, opening the door more to invite him in.

You joined her at the door, smiling at the red-head in front of you. "Hi, Joe,"

"Hey, guys," He responded with a smile. "I'm just going around to make sure everyone found their rooms okay. Seems like you two have, so I'll be on my way. It was nice seeing you two again,"

"You too!" Lucy called after him as he turned away, making his way towards the next room down the hall.

You followed him, stopping him before he could knock on the next door. "What're you studying?"

"Film, why?"

"Does that mean you have to take any art classes? Y'know, because of the claymation and animation and stuff that they cover?"

"Yes, I'm in Art 340, 430, and 460. Why?"

You smiled. "I was hoping to take a few classes with you, and turns out I do. Would you be willing to sit with me for 460?"

He returned your smile and nodded. "I'd like that. Might be nice to sit with someone I already sort of know,"

You nodded. "Agreed. Better than sitting by some weirdo,"

"I don't know you very well yet, [Name], you could be that weirdo,"

The two of you laughed before you let him continue with his work.

When you returned to the dorm, Lucy gave you a telling smile. You rolled your eyes. "What?"

"Do you like him?"

You laughed harder than you should've. "No!"

"Yes you do!"

"Lucy, please believe me when I say I have no interest in any of the boys at school,"

"Well when you put it that way, you make it seem like we're in high school!"

You shook your head, laughing and let the conversation drop.

In class, you were bored out of your mind. The intermediate sculpture class you were in seemed like it would only be covering what you'd already learned in your advanced high school art class, but you needed it to get into advanced sculpture. You sighed, resting your head on your hand as you tried not to doze off to the prof's boring instructions about how to properly knead the clay.

Instead of actually focusing, your mind began to wander, as it so often does. You began to think about how close you'd gotten with Lucy over the past two days. You smiled upon thinking of her and her beautiful blonde hair... her freckles nose... her sweet eyes... her plump, kissable lips.

You say up straight, eyes wide. No, I can't think of her like that! I just met her!

You sighed, deciding it would be better to just focus on the lecture rather than how badly you wanted to take Lucy's face in your hands and gently press your lips against hers...

Goddamit, [Name], control yourself!

A deep breath in through the nose and out through the mouth seemed to help you focus again.

But not for long. The girl in front of you had hair the same shade as Lucy's making it impossible for you to stop thinking about her.

It's just a crush, it'll pass! They always do.

But did you really want this one to pass? Or did you want this one to actually go somewhere and lead to a future with the gorgeous blonde in it?

That's a question for another time...

When you arrived back at the dorm that night, you immediately plopped onto your bed. You could hear Lucy giggling at your actions from her bed.

"Long day?"

"You don't know the half of it,"

"You can tell me about it if you want. I've been told I'm a great listener. My advice, on the other hand is a little iffy,"

You smiled, eyes grazing over the ceiling. "Alright. There's this... Person I've met recently and I can't stop thinking about he— them. They're always on my mind, and it's distracting me from my studies. I know it's just a crush, but part of me wonders what a future for us could be like... What should I do?"

She bummed as she thought. "If It were me, I'd just tell him," You winced slightly at the word. "I mean, any guy would be lucky to have you, and if he can't see all your great qualities, you don't need to have him in your life."

You nodded.

"Is it Joe?"

"Lucy!" You sat up, eyes wide in shock at her question.

She giggled. "It's just a question, [Name]!"

"No, it is not Joe!"

She gave you a little bit of side eye. "Are you sure?"

"Yes I'm bloody sure! God!"

She laughed harder this time, glad she was able to poke fun at you like this. "I'm just taking the piss, [Name],"

You flopped back on your bed as she spoke.

"So," She began, shifting in her bed. You could hear the springs squeak. "The boys have invited us for supper tonight. Care to join?"

"Us? They asked for me to come as well?"

"Yes,"

"They asked for me specifically?"

"Yes! What's so hard to believe about that?"

"Never mind. I'd love to,"

"Great! We're leaving in ten,"

You groaned in response, earning another laugh from your roommate.

"So... We were kicked out of the lecture hall today," Ben began sheepishly, pushing some food around his plate with a fork.

"How in the hell did that happen?" Gwilym spoke up, stopping mid-sip of his soda.

"It was Allen's fault!"

"What!" Allen asked in disbelief. "You're the one who decided it would be a good idea to see how many pencils you could fit in the girl ahead of us' hair!"

"I'm sorry, how did that lead to getting kicked out?" You asked through a giggle.

"Well, you see, the thing was—" Ben began.

"It doesn't help that she was the prof's daughter and it really doesn't help that she was originally kicked out for being disruptive because she told Ben to stop rather loud—" Allen cut him off.

"She yelled at me in the middle of a lecture!" He defended. "Not my bloody fault she can't take a damn joke,"

Lucy and you shared a look as you shook your head at their childishness.

Once there was a lull in the conversation, you spoke up, unsure of when you'd have another opportunity. "Thanks for inviting me out again, you guys really didn't have to."

"Nonsense," Gwil spoke. "We really enjoy your company,"

"Plus, you seem to be one of the only people who can keep Ben, here, at bay," Allen added, flinching slightly after speaking. You assumed Ben had kicked him.

"You're definitely someone we want to keep around," Ben commented, completely ignoring Allen's comment.

You felt a small blush rise to your cheeks. "Thanks," You mumbled, looking down. You hadn't expected to be accepted into the group so quickly; if anything, you would've thought they'd invited you along again because they fely the need to befriend Lucy's new friend. But, you were happy with the new reasoning.

"So, [Name], have you got a boyfriend?" Allen asked nonchalantly, cutting his food.

You were a little taken aback by this, but answered anyways. "No, I'm afraid I'm all alone,"

"But she's got a crush on the guy in charge of rooms!" Lucy chimed in.

You lightly kicked her under the table. "I do not!"

"That American?" Ben asked, raising an eyebrow.

You rested your head in your palms, knowing they wouldn't listen to you any more.

"Yes, that's the one!"

The conversation about your non-existent feelings for Joe carried on for a few more moments before the waiter came to the table once more to take away plates and refill drinks. After he left, the conversation seemed to shift again, thankfully.

You wished you could just be more open and tell them the exact reason why you didn't have feelings for Joe, but you couldn't being yourself to do so for fear of the group rejecting you. So, you endured the teasing every time the man walked past or you were seen walking back to the dorms with him after class simply because it was easier.

A month into the school year and you already felt exhausted. Thankfully, it was the weekend, so you wouldn't have to worry about Art History's for a few days. Though, you did have plans to join Joe and help him with a Digital Studio project he was struggling with that you'd done in high school. Seeing as you were the only one he knew in the class, it seemed easier to ask you for help, rather than ask the prof who already didn't like him.

That afternoon, you went to Joe's dorm to help him. Though, you didn't really end up helping very much, as the two of you spent most of the time just talking. You felt oddly close to him, despite only knowing him for a month. It was like the two of you were soulmates, just not in the traditional way.

"So, got your eye on any boys around campus?" Joe asked, working on poorly photoshopping a picture.

"Why does everyone keep asking me that!" You groaned, flopping back on his bed.

"Well, I didn't realize that was such a touchy subject for you,"

"It's just— ugh! Y'know?"

He laughed. "Yes, [Name], because that makes perfect sense,"

"Thank you, I thought I explained it quite well," You joked, laughing as well, hoping the conversation would change.

But, of course, it didn't.

"Seriously, though, what's up?"

"I'm just... Don't tell anyone what I'm about to tell you, okay?"

"Okay..."

"I have feelings for Lucy, and I'm gay, so it's just really annoying to always have people asking me about boys and never taking the time to even consider that I might not even like boys!"

"I can see how that'd get frustrating, yeah..."

"That's it? That's your response?"

"What do you want me to do? Freak out? Stop talking to you? Spread it around campus? Tell Lucy? [Name], I'm not gonna do any of that. I don't care that you like to kiss girls rather than guys, so do I! If someone can't accept that you like to do that when I can get away with the same thing, then fuck them. I don't care that you're gay, but I do care that you like Lucy,"

"Wow, that's the best response I've got from anyone yet,"

"So, does she know?"

"Pfft, no, of course not!" You paused, leaning over him to look closer at the screen. "If you used the quick selection tool, you'd get a cleaner background and a nicer overall look,"

Before Joe could respond, your phone lit up, catching both your attention.

"Ooh, a text from Lucy herself!" Joe said excitedly.

"Shut up," You laughed, grabbing your phone to read the message.

'I've had a rough day, and, honestly, all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with.'

Joe snatched your phone from your hands and began to type a response before you could get it back. He sent it, lightly tossing your phone over his shoulder.

"Joseph!" You scolded, grabbing your phone.

"What? I just scored you a date!"

'I can help with the drinks. Wanna hit up a pub later?'

"I'm gonna kill you—"

The vibration of the phone caught your attention again.

'That'd be perfect. I'll invite the boys, if you're okay with that?'

'Sounds good :)'

"Someone's got a date~," Joe sang out.

"It's not a date!"

"Five tequila shots, please," Lucy spoke to the bartender as soon your group had entered the bar.

"Five?" You asked, a little concerned.

"Five." She states, quickly downing the shots as soon as they were set on the bar.

"Maybe you should slow down a little, Luce," Ben commented, placing a hand on the small of your back to gently move you away from Lucy so he was closer and she could hear him over the noise.

You took a seat beside them, suddenly feeling a little jealous of how close Ben could get to her without anyone asking any questions.

"I'm fine, Ben." Lucy responded, downing the last shot before ordering the strongest drink the pub offered.

You sighed, just getting a plain gin and tonic before following the group as they went to their table. Everyone had a drink in hand, aside from Allen who was DD'ing for the night.

A few hours passed as the four of you got progressively more tipsy. When it finally got to the point where it seemed like Allen may have to carry the group out to the car, he made the executive decision to cut everyone off.

Obviously, being drunk and all, the four of you protested like children being told they couldn't have any more candy, but that passed once he actually got everyone out of the pub.

Once inside his car, Gwil and Ben began to raid Allen's CD collection to try to find a "banger", as Ben had to elegantly put it, for the drive back to the dorms. No one could agree on anything, so Allen just flipped on the radio. A pop station turned on, to which Ben feigned a gag and flipped to an old rock station that you remembered listening to with your dad as a little kid.

Much to the only sober person's dismay, Don't Stop Me Now came blaring over the speakers which was only drowned out momentarily by excited, drunken screams. Soon enough, the vehicle was filled with the four of you singing wildly off-key. When it got to the final chorus, you were practically laying across Lucy's lap as you belted out the words that you could only half remember. She laughed loudly, throwing her head back as you gave an over-the-top expression when the song ended, pretending you'd just finished the performance of a lifetime.

"Alright rock stars," Allen began, putting the car in park. "We're at the dorms. Are all of you capable of finding your way back to your rooms or do I need to guide you there, too?"

Lucy waved him off. "Pfft, we'll be fine. [Name] and I got each other to rely on in case we get lost," She slurred, throwing an arm over your shoulders. "Might need to guide the boys, though. I don't think they know where they are," She stage whispered the last part, throwing open the car door on her side, dragging you up with her.

Eventually, the two of you had managed to find your room after what felt like forever.

"I'm exhausted!" Lucy huffed, falling onto her bed, patting the space beside her. "Come sit with me,"

You reluctantly sat with her, unsure of what you'd say in your drunken state. However, if you did do something you'd regret, the good news was, she wouldn't remember anything.

"I want to watch a movie!" She whined.

You giggled. "Which one?"

"Ooh, Lady And The Tramp!" She clapped excitedly.

You laughed again, standing to put the disk in before joining her on her bed once again, the springs squeaking under your weight.

All throughout the movie, Lucy began to get closer to you. Eventually, she was laying her head across your chest and you were rubbing your fingers through her hair. It wasn't a romantic gesture, just something you started to do, not even thinking twice about it. Though, you began to think she might be weirded out by your actions, so you stopped, earning a small whine from her, so you giggled and continued.

When the movie got to the most famous scene where the dogs slurped spaghetti, you decided you may as well just confess your feelings to her. Though, had you been sober, the thought wouldn't have even crossed your mind. You knew this was a complete 180 from where you were at the beginning of the night, but neither of you would remember it, so did it really matter?

"Lucy," You whispered, looking down at her.

She turned her head to look at you, smiling. "Yeah?"

"I, um, have something to tell you,"

She sat up, crossing her legs and resting her hands on her feet. "You can tell me anything,"

"Uh..." You looked around the room; anywhere but her.

She placed a hand on your knee, giving it a gentle squeeze to reassure you.

You closed your eyes, sighing. "I... Have feelings for you,"

She didn't say anything, worrying you. Just as you opened your eyes to see what her expression was, you saw her leaning towards you.

Before you knew it, you were kissing the girl you'd been thinking about nonstop for the last month, and it was everything you hoped it would be.

Joe's gonna lose his shit, You thought, smiling into the kiss. Soon after, your hands found their way into her short, blonde hair and hers snaked around the back of your neck, deepening the kiss.

#lucy boynton #lucy boynton x reader #joe mazzello #gwilym lee #allen leech #ben hardy #queen #bohemian rhapsody #borhap #borhap imagine

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Anagapesis (chapter 4)

pairing: the shield x reader

word count: 3,606

summary: Anagapesis (n.) no longer feeling any affection for something or someone you once loved. After three years, you’re officially the manager of the Shield once again. But, things aren’t quite the same as they used to be.

warnings: cursing, mentions of betrayal, trust issues, consumption of alcohol

chapter one / chapter two / chapter three / chapter four / chapter five

“Dean, if you don’t take your feet off of the desk…”

Dean’s eyebrows arched upwards at the unfinished threat and a smirk slid onto his face. He leaned further into the hotel office chair and clamped his hands together behind his head in a very relaxed fashion.

“What? What are you going to do?”

You completely ignored him and turned towards Roman.

“When are you guys leaving? The clock strikes midnight in less than forty minutes, y’know.”

“As soon as Seth gets out of the bathroom.”

You’re not exactly sure how the guys can go out to the bar after the hectic episode of RAW you had all just witnessed, which included Roman almost going face first into a piece of metal when Miz took off a turnbuckle. But it was New Years Eve, after all. Like last time, they had offered for you to come, but you kindly declined.

You were actually looking forward to having the hotel room to yourself and bringing in the new year with a long bubble bath and maybe even a face mask. Plus, if you were lucky, you’d be in bed and sleeping by the time Seth had returned. It felt extremely awkward that you’d be rooming with him for the next week, but you didn’t want to break the rotation rule.

As if on cue, Seth exited the bathroom in a white button down and jeans. He scanned the room and patted his pockets, likely making sure he had everything, before speaking.

“You guys ready?”

Dean grunted a response and stood up from his seat. Roman nodded and turned to you, his mouth swinging open to say something.

“Ro,” you said, giving him a kind smile. You already knew what he was about to say. “I’m fine, really. You guys have fun.”

“Alright, call us if you need anything.” Roman gave you a small hug before he made his way to the door. Dean followed in suit with Seth being the last one to exit.

“Don’t get locked out!” Seth warned and shut the door, leaving you with your thoughts.

* * *

Your eyelids fluttered numerous times before you concluded that the person standing in front of you was actually there.

“Hey, y/n.” Lana’s thick russian accent was apparent as she greeted you. You quickly rushed forward and gave her a tight hug, which she returned.

Lana became a very close friend of yours while you worked on the Smackdown brand and helped keep you sane whilst you were with Dolph. She knew first hand how hard it was to work with him and, to be honest, you still found it surprising that they had dated at one point.

Once you pulled away from the hug, your happiness quickly turned into suspicion.

“What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be in Tampa for Smackdown tomorrow? How did you even find my room?”

She chuckled and lifted her palms in front of her.

“Whoa, calm down. One question at a time, yeah? By the way, can I come in?”

You took a step back and allowed her to step into the hotel room before you closed the door behind her.

“Okay, spill. What’s going on?” You sat down onto your bed and patted the space next to you for her to join.

“We’re filming Total Divas tonight at a local club, a big party scene to bring in the new year. And I want you to come! As for the room, I have my ways.” She sat down with a large smile on her face. It took you a minute to process what she was actually asking.

“Lana, I really appreciate you coming all the way here to get me, but I’m really not in the mood to go out tonight.”

Her hazel eyes rested upon the side table and a prominent frown was on her face.

“I was really looking forward to having you there, since most of the other girls and I don’t necessarily get along, but if you’re too busy...” She pushed up from the bed and began to walk towards the door in a slow paced fashion.

A sigh escaped your lips as you rolled your eyes at her actions. It was obvious she was trying to guilt you into going to the club, something that she’d done many times before. And, like all of those other times, you caved.

“Alright, alright. Fine. I’ll go.” You threw your hands up in frustration, but smiled when a giggle escaped the blonde’s lips.

“Yay! Do you still have the gold dress I bought you for your birthday last year?”

You nodded and walked over to the small closet that Seth allowed you to take over for the time being. It actually shocked you that even after all of these years, he still preferred to just live out of his luggage than taking the time to hang up his clothes.

You pulled out the knee length sparkly dress. It was barely worn, only being used for one or two carpet events. When she bought it, Lana knew it wasn’t exactly your style, but it brought her peace that you had one statement piece for situations like this.

“And the matching heels?”

“I left those at home, but I have a pair of white flats I can wear.”

“That’ll do. Quickly, go get changed. We have twenty minutes until the ball drops. Don’t bother about makeup; I’ll do it for you in the car.”

You nodded and slipped into the bathroom to follow her orders.

* * *

A thumping beat pulsated throughout the club as Lana led you to the VIP section where various other Divas sat, cameras linked to their every movement. You had appeared on Total Divas a few times before, whenever they did something at a company event, but because your work focused primarily on the male side of the rosters, you weren’t particularly close with any of the women. Of course you had spoken to all of them numerous times and liked to consider many of the girls on this season’s cast as acquaintances, but the only one you were really close to was Lana.

“Lana!” Naomi was the first to approach the two of you as she pulled Lana into a hug. When they pulled away from each other, Naomi’s eyes landed on you. A smile stretched across her face and she gave you a quick hug, which you returned. “Y/n! It’s nice to see you! How’s RAW treating you?”

“Good, actually. It’s weird being back there after being on the blue side for so long - and well, other reasons - but it’s going good so far.”

Lana got your attention by resting her hand on your arm.

“I’m going to go get a drink from the bar, do you want anything?”

You knew you were going to regret saying this in the very near future, but you shrugged.

“Surprise me.”

A smirk crossed her lips as she nodded and rushed into the crowd towards the bar, leaving you with Naomi.

“Come sit with everyone,” She smiled kindly and gestured to where the other cast members were. Brie Bella, Nikki Bella, Natalya, Maryse, Alexa Bliss, Carmella, and Nia Jax all sat on the circular white couch chatting. Naomi guided you over to the other females and took a seat next to Nia.

“Hey, guys. Lana invited me. I hope that’s alright,” you greeted the seven females. You made sure to make eye contact with the friendlier of the bunch, which was basically anyone other than Maryse. The two of you often butted heads in the past because of the rift between the Shield and her husband, and you doubted any of that would change any time soon. But, admittedly, a part of you wanted to question where she had been for the last couple of weeks.

“Of course it is!” Brie was the first once to speak up and pointed towards the open seat next to Naomi. “Go ahead, sit down.”

You complied and sat down upon the white leather seat, the others falling back into their previous conversations fairly quickly. Eventually, you joined into Nia and Alexa’s discussion about clothes.

“I love your dress, y/n,” Nia complimented.

“Yeah,” added Alexa. “I actually didn’t recognize you at first because I’ve only ever seen you in black, but the gold looks absolutely stunning on you.”

You bashfully looked down at the shiny fabric and ran your hand across your lap, smoothing down any of the wrinkles that may have formed when you sat down.

“Thank you. Lana actually bought it for me as a gift.” You looked upwards and locked onto the image of Lana weaving through people as she headed in your direction. “Speaking of Lana…”

Once she reached the group, she placed down the two drinks she was holding and greeted the other girls. A few, such as the Bella Twins and Alexa, gave her hugs whilst Natty and Maryse just gave quick hellos. When she sat down next to you on the couch, you pointed towards the drinks she had put down earlier.

“Are one of those mine? Or are you just double fisting glasses tonight?”

“Oh, I wish,” she replied as she leaned over and took one of the cocktails. “This one is yours.”

You took the glass and studied the drink. The color started off as orange but it slowly faded into more of pinkish-red color and the rim was lined with a pink substance. You had a feeling that Lana was trying to distract you from the presumably high alcohol content with the prettiness of the drink, but it was kind of working.

“What is this?” you questioned as Lana sipped upon her drink, which had a very vibrant pink hue. But even you could identify that it was a Cosmopolitan.

“The house special. They call it a Sunset Lullaby.”

“What’s in it?”

“That’s all I’m telling you, doll. But I promise it’s nothing bad and won’t mess you up too much.”

You sighed but brought the Sunset Lullaby to your lips to take a sip. It had some fruity undertones and you actually thought the taste was better than the beautiful appearance.

After a few minutes of talking to Naomi and Lana, a unfamiliar voice overtook the speakers of the club, putting the music on pause.

“Excuse me, everyone.”

Up on stage, where the DJ previous stood, was a man wearing a navy blue suit with his hair slicked back. He was probably either the owner or someone who worked at the club.

“I’d like to take a minute to just say thank you for choosing the Penthouse to bring in the new year. And if you’d like to join me, we’ll now begin counting down the seconds until 2018!”

A chorus of cheers went throughout the club as the man glanced down at his watch in order to get the timing correct.

“10, 9, 8, 7, 6,”

By this time, the Total Divas group had joined along with grins on their faces.

“5, 4, 3, 2, 1!”

The club erupted into an array of different sounds. Music overtook the speakers once again as people clapped, jumped, and celebrated the year to come.

“Should we make a toast?” Nikki practically yelled over the noise. Everyone around you nodded and stood, raising their glasses upwards in a circle. You weren’t going to join at first, in respect for them having their big start of the year moment for their show, but the girls insisted.

Once you stood, Nikki went on with the toast.

“Over the course of the past year, I’ve gotten the opportunity to watch all of the strong women here thrive. 2017 was filled with happiness, sadness, and everything in between. I know that we all have professional and personal growth coming our way this year, and I can’t wait to see what happens next. To 2018!”

“To 2018!” Everyone echoed before clinking their drinks together.

* * *

“One more song?” Lana smiled, despite that fact that she had asked that question four other times that night.

“Lana, my legs are going to fall off. I need to sit down,” you said, laughing.

“Aw, c’mon!”

“What are we, chopped liver?” Nia commented as she pointed to herself and Naomi.

“Let the poor girl sit,” Naomi added. Lana dramatically sighed but used her head to gesture towards where the others sat. You mumbled a ‘thank you’ to the two females and left before Lana changed her mind.

Back at the white couch, Nikki, Maryse, Alexa, Brie, and Natalya idly chatted. You took a seat next to Alexa and took a sip of your Sunset Lullaby, which you were very close to finishing. At this point, you weren’t exactly drunk, but the alcohol was beginning to show its presence in the form of a low buzz in the back of your mind.

“Y/n, can I ask you a question?” the current Smackdown Women’s Champion, Natalya, asked. It wasn’t often that Natty spoke directly to you, so you quickly nodded.

“Yeah, sure. What’s up?”

“What exactly happened to you? I mean, I know you’re on RAW now. But I was so used to seeing you backstage at Smackdown, and then you just suddenly disappeared.”

Without thinking, your eyes dashed over to the camera that lingered a few feet away. You couldn’t exactly be a hundred percent honest and say that you had been forced to rejoin the Shield against your will. If word got out, there would no doubt be a strongly worded email from Stephanie the moment the episode aired. Plus, you had kept up the façade of the Shield having a strong reunion so far, might as well keep it going.

“Well, I found out that Dean, Seth, and Roman had gotten rid of any bad blood right after it happened. It kind of took me awhile to come to my senses and realize that one, they all can’t plan as a unit for shit, and two, I truly missed their company. So, I scheduled a meeting with the McMahons and did a business proposal to see if they’d let me manage the Shield again. And, well, here I am.” You made mental notes as you compiled the story, just in case you needed to reference it later.

Natty nodded and another conversation picked up very quickly after that.

A few more minutes later, Carmella came over to the group with a large smile and a tray full of alcohol.

“Shots?” She offered the plate to you all. Everyone but Maryse accepted her offer.

“Might as well,” You said as you picked up the clear liquid.

* * *

“This is your room, right?” Nia asked as she pointed to the number plate on the wall. You narrowed your eyes at the number before giving a big nod.

“Who are you rooming with?” Alexa followed it up with another question as she knocked lightly on the door.

“Seth? Seth. I think it’s Seth.” You answered.

Just then, the door swung open to reveal shirtless Seth with a pair of grey sweatpants.

“Nia? Alexa? What are you guys doing here?” He asked with furrowed brows. Nia pointed towards your slumped figure that was leaned against the wall.

“We wanted to walk y/n here. Lana invited her out with us and she kind of got drunk.”

“I am not drunk!” You retaliated, but your comment was quickly dismissed.

“Oh, that’s where she was? I just assumed she was hanging out with Balor.”

“Really? Finn? Huh,” Alexa said thoughtfully.

“Apparently they’re friends or something. Well, thank you for delivering her, girls.”

“You sure you’re good?” Nia looked at Seth with a concerned look, but the male only nodded.

“Yeah, I got her. Thanks. Have a nice night.” He walked over to where you were leaning, guided you into the room, and sat you down onto your bed.

Seth didn’t really mind watching over you while you were drunk, he had done it a few times before. You weren’t really a loud or boisterous drunk, just spacey and sometimes childish. Like now, you were just slumped over and analysing your clothes. A sudden thought crossed Seth’s mind, which made him hold out his hand to you.

“Give me your phone.”

You looked at him with confusion written across your face.

“Why?” “Because you drunk text.”

There was a moment of silence as you glared at Seth with narrowed eyes, but you eventually gave in and handed him your phone.

Seth traversed the room and placed the cell phone into his bag for safe keeping. The sound of you mumbling made him turn back around and a sound of worry escaped his lips as he noticed you attempting to walk away from the bed. However, you just ignored him and tried to stop your swaying.

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like, Rollins? I’m walking.”

Seth’s face deadpanned.

“You won’t even say my name while drunk, huh? And I meant where you’re walking to.”

“The closet. I want pajamas. I can’t sleep in this.” You gestured to the golden dress, but lost your balance while doing so. Seth caught you by the arm and help you steady yourself.

“Alright, alright. How about you sit back down and I’ll grab you something to sleep in?” He didn’t step away until you had sat back down onto the bed. He walked over to the closet and started sorting through your clothes. After a few minutes, he returned to your side with a pajama set you had bought not too long ago.

“Is this good?” He questioned while handing the outfit to you.

You gave it a once over and nodded.

“Alright, I’m going to go wait in the bathroom. If you feel like you’re going to fall, try to fall onto the bed. If you need anything, just call out.”

Seth sent you one more glance before walking into the bathroom and shutting the door.

You stood up and wiggled yourself out of the dress. You lost your balance once or twice, but heeded Seth’s advice and used the bed to catch yourself.

* * *

Roughly an hour ago, you had crawled into bed with the intent of falling asleep but ended up twisting and rolling across the mattress. Boredom, along with the steady buzzing that coursed through your head, was enough to change your mind about sleeping.

“Seth?” You propelled yourself upwards from your lying position and looked over to where he sat.

“Yes?” He looked up from his phone and met your gaze.

“I’m bored. Let’s play a game.”

He let out a small sigh but positioned himself so he was looking at you. The childish side of your drunkness was starting to show and he knew from experience there was no way to go against it.

“What kind of game?”

You pondered for a second and mimicked his sitting position, the two of you finally staring face to face.

“21 questions?”

Seth’s eyebrows lifted upwards as he questioned your choice, but he nodded anyway.

“Alright, you first.”

The first few rounds revolved around questions about recent topics. You asked what book Seth had recently finished, knowing that he often read novels in his spare time. Seth asked how you became friends Finn Balor. You asked him if he was still doing Crossfit tournaments, which lead him to ask for a status update regarding your family.

You shifted your sitting position and drew your legs upwards so you could rest your head onto your knees.

“Favorite color?”

Confusion overtook Seth’s features as his famous, boisterous laugh filled the room.

“Stop playing and get on with your questio-” Seth’s words stopped abruptly when he noticed the naivety that lingered in your (eye color) eyes. “You’re serious? You’ve known me for how long now?” He scoffed.

You turned your head sideways.

“I don’t know you.”

“Okay, there’s no way you’re that drunk-”

You quickly cut him off.

“No, no. I mean yes, I know you. But not like I used to. I know the old you.” Seth recoiled at your words, the memory of Dean saying something similar haunting him, but you were too busy fiddling with the bed sheets to notice. “The Seth that was basically the heart of the Shield. The Seth that would pop his head over the airplane seat and thrust an earbud into my ear, so excited for me to hear the latest song he was addicted to. The Seth that I had freaking sleep overs with during our short, but amazing, days off.”

You paused and looked up at him.

“I don’t know the new Seth. The Seth that broke up the Shield. ‘Kingslayer’ Seth. The Seth that was apparently so arrogant during his Money in the Bank and World Heavyweight reigns.” There was another short pause. “But this Seth,” A small smile tugged at the ends of your lips as you pointed towards him. “Also apologized to Dean on live television and was willing to take a chair shot to prove it. He also managed to gain back the trust of both Dean and Roman. I don’t know this Seth. But I think I want to. If people can change this drastically, I think favorite colors can too.”

Seth just sat there. Staring at you with a slightly open mouth and frozen thoughts. He was so taken aback from your words. Was this really how you felt? Were you willing to give him a second chance?

“Seeeeeth?” You blinked and waved your arms around. “Oh Seeeeeeth!”

“Sorry,” He shook his head and forced a smile. “Favorite color, right? It’s still black.”

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