#ooooh the ideas are suddenly flowing | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

themonotonysyndrome · 3 years

Text

REDACTED verse - A dinner and a show

Prompt: any | any | competition

Word Count: 2,460

Author/Team: LadyMonotone

Fandom/Original: Redacted ASMR (Vincent Solaire/Lovely)

Rating: T

Triggers: Explicit implications

Summary: It's a tradition within the Solaire Clan that the King would visit his progenies from time to time. Tonight, Will is coming over to Vincent & Lovely's apartment for dinner. What's not a tradition is the karaoke competition that comes afterwards.

ConCrit: Y

I don’t know what happened. This oneshot just went out of my control but I had so much fun writing it today! I hope you guys enjoyed it!

Also, I just realised that all the characters in my oneshots have been eating lately. Oh my god, I got so hungry when I was writing them that I subconsciously includes food in some of the scenes 😭 Food is my love language so I guess it’s cute that the bois and their lovers would sit down and eat together.

That being said, I hope you guys will crave Korean food as much as I am in this oneshot! 😅

“Vincent? I need your help. Can you tell me what’s Will's favourite colours?”

“Lovely - ”

“Because I have some formal outfits in our closet, but they don’t mean shit if Will hate the colours.”

“Lovely, hang on - ”

“Is he allergic to perfumes? Colognes? I have some soft-scented bottles that should be Vampire-friendly! I think? Most of them are floral though… oh! Does he have a favourite flower? Do you think I should buy some before he comes over?”

“What? No, Lovely, I think you’re working yourself up - ”

“I know you bought some blood bags for dinner but do you think we should cook some food too? Does Will like to eat? Shit, I knew I should have bought some groceries yesterday after class!”

“You’re not listening to me at all, Lovely…”

“We have to clean up the whole place too. I don’t know how our furniture gets so dusty so quickly! I just wiped them down a few days ago!”

“...”

“Do you think I should do my hair too? It’s a bit of a mess lately; I could use a trim. Does Will - ”

Lovely's eyes widen as a deep kiss suddenly silences them. Their heart pounds when Vincent brings them close to his chest, trapping his lover in his arms. Lovely's eyes flutter close when he pulls away to press butterfly kisses on their neck. They couldn’t help it; they moan and tilt their head back when they feel fangs delicately drag down their tender skin.

“Vincent!” Lovely hisses, not sure for what, though, when Vincent's fangs pinprick where their pulse is.

“Oh? Are you finally with me again, Lovely?” Vincent breathes, loving how their heart begins to beat faster and faster in anticipation. His chest reverberates when he chuckles deeply. “There we go… I have your attention again, little one.”

They grumbled at the unfairness of it all. Just as Lovely knew all of Vincent’s weaknesses and tickle spots, he knew how weak their knees behaved when he pressed his fangs to any parts of his partner's body. Especially down south.

“I’m serious here, Vince.” Lovely whines. “There are so many things we have to do before Will comes over for dinner tonight. I want to make sure everything’s perfect.”

Vincent gives Lovely a deadpan look. They would’ve coo at how adorable he looks if it weren’t for his Vampiric speed and his habit of chucking them onto the bed whenever Lovely is being too stubborn to listen to reason. “Lovely? A question: are you dating my Sire or me?”

Lovely blinks; they didn’t expect that. “Uh, you, duh.”

“Then trust me, as your boyfriend,” Lovely has no idea why Vincent emphasised that last word, but they knew better than to interrupt him when he gets like this. “That everything’s going to be fine. Besides, I told you that while this might look like the whole ‘meeting the parent’ shtick, the relationship between a Sire and their Progeny is way more than that.” He patiently reminds them.

“Well yeah, but he means a lot to you.” Lovely points out. Now, why did Vincent look so surprised at that? “So that means he’s important to me too. That’s why this dinner has to be perfect.”

For a moment, Vincent said nothing. He just stares at them in wonderment.

Lovely let out a surprised squeak when Vincent suddenly crushed them in a hug. “How did I get so damn lucky with you, Lovely?” He murmurs, face buried on top of their head. “Sometimes I think that you’re… too amazing to be real.”

So soft and sweet; that’s Vincent. Lovely lets him cuddle them like his personal teddy bear until he's satisfied.

“Now, I need you to do something for me, Lovely. Do you think you can do it?”

Lovely raise an eyebrow. “Depends on what it is, Vince. I haven’t eaten anything yet, so I can only give you at least four hours in bed - ”

“N-Not that!” Vincent hurries to interject, a brilliant red blush runs across his cheeks despite him being a Vampire. He coughs once to get them on track, playfully glaring at Lovely for trying to distract him. “Geez, Lovely. It’s still way too early for… that. But we're definitely going to revisit that. Anyway, I need you to calm down for a second, OK? Will is a pretty chill guy and an open-minded Sire. He knows how much I love you, so you have nothing to worry about.” He gently assures them, rubbing calming motions up and down Lovely's back.

Lovely could feel their anxiety melts away. Just enough for them to finally breathe again ever since Vincent dropped the bomb that William Solaire will be coming over for dinner tonight.

Apparently, everyone in the Clan knows that the King would visit his Progenies at least once a month to check up on them. Just like how a parent would drop by their children's home for a visit, in Lovely's opinion.

“Ok. You win, baby.” Lovely sighs, loving how his rubbing eases the tense muscles. They arch their back like a pleased, spoiled cat when Vincent messages that spot below their shoulders. “Ooooh, yes, that’s the spot!”

Once Lovely's bones feel like they could melt at any time, they throw Vincent a grateful smile.

“Now, there’s the smile I’ve been missing the whole day!” Vincent teases. “C’mon Lovely, let’s plan for dinner before we take our nap. How do you feel about seafood?”

“Oh, I can go for some seafood. It’s been a while.”

“Spicy steamed crabs with scallops, battered pan-fry oysters and some chilled bowl of rice top with raw salmon and sea bass with slices of your favourite veggies? All Korean-style."

“Hell yes. I think we have all the ingredients for that. Wait. Err, can Will handle spicy food?”

"Uh... I have no idea. Maybe we should hold back on that spicy steamed crabs with scallops just in case."

Ever since the two started living together, Vincent really took a shine when it came to cooking and baking. The idea of providing for Lovely makes him ridiculously happy, and besides, him whipping up healthy and delicious food for them results in much richer and sweeter blood flowing within his lover for him to feed on so… win-win!

As the two of them traverse to the kitchen to start preparing the ingredients for dinner, Lovely slowly gain the confidence that their dinner tonight with Vincent's Sire will turn out alright.

And before both of them knew it, the sun had set.

After a fresh shower, the entire apartment is now spotless (to Lovely's standard), and dinner is served on the table, the doorbell rings.

"I'll get it!" Lovely announce just as Vincent finish putting down the plates. They smoothen out the creases on their clothes, roll their shoulders before taking a deep, calming breath and answer the door. Like a soldier marching towards the battlefield.

Seeing his partner's dramatic reaction, Vincent just shakes his head.

As soon as Lovely opens the door, William Solaire greets them. "Good evening. I hope I'm not too early. The evening traffic has been quite a hassle lately. I figured that even if I'm a bit early, I could help you and Vincent in the kitchen." Will explains. In his arms is a bouquet of white pear blossoms, yellow gladioluses and red tulips. When Lovely stares at them curiously, Will smiles knowingly. "Vincent informed me that you don't drink, so I decided that flowers would be the appropriate gift as oppose to a bottle of champagne."

"They're so pretty." Lovely reply, breathless when they receive the bouquet. "Thank you so much, Will! I'll put them in a vase now. Oh, and please come in." They graciously step aside to let Vincent's Sire in.

While Lovely is busy rummaging for a vase in the storeroom, Will and Vincent make small talks over at the dining table. Vincent passes the ancient Vampire a tall glass of blood which Will accept with gratitude.

"Hey, Will. How's it going?"

"I'm fine, Vincent. Thank you for asking." Will reply after dabbing the bloodstain on the corner of his lips. "The Clan is the same as usual; Our Newborn members have finally settled in nicely, much to Sam's relief. I plan to visit them next week."

Vincent tops up Will's empty glass before replying. "That's great to hear." He's about to say something else before a loud bang against the wall in the storeroom stops him. "Uh, Lovely? Is everything OK in there?" He calls out.

"It's fine, it's fine!" Lovely shouts back. "I found the perfect vase for the flowers!"

Vincent groans in exasperation. When Will throws him a confused expression, Vincent is compelled to explain. "Look, Will, Lovely has been freaking out about tonight's dinner the whole day. They think that if it turns out anything but perfect, you're going to be disappointed in them. So just... just play along, alright?"

Will chuckles; his heart warms at the thought that Lovely holds him in such high regard. What an adorable human. "Is that so? Very well then, I will play the perfect guest towards such kind hosts."

And true to his words, when Lovely joins them at the table after putting the vase full of flowers on the coffee table in the living room, Will waste no time in kicking his charm to the max. In between their meal, Will makes sure to compliment Lovely's outfit (which earned him a shy yet pleased blush from Lovely and a jealous kick at his shin from Vincent). He then comments that the spicy steamed seafood dish is his favourite, and when desserts are introduced, Will gently helps Lovely open up by asking about their interests and hobbies.

Will is pleasantly surprised to find one of the many common grounds they share: their love for analysing music.

"I find RM to be one of the most brilliant lyricists in this generation." Will states once his bowl of red bean shaved ice is empty. "His songs are undoubtedly impactful for the youths of today. Not to mention that I'm quite fond of his wordplays."

"You're into K-pop!?" Lovely ask, utterly gobsmacked. Their eyes are wide in shock.

Vincent snorts. "Alexis is a BTS fan. Somehow, she managed to convert Will too."

When Lovely turn to face Will once more, their expression frozen in disbelieve, he adds, "We're planning to catch their concert once the situation permits it."

Will's pop culture admission finally broke the ice. Lovely laughs in delight before launching themselves into an animated conversation about modern music with Will.

However, it wasn't long before their topic suddenly went off the rail when Vincent claimed that he's a better shower singer than Lovely.

"Oh please, Vince, I thought you were dying in the bathroom," Lovely interjects with a roll of their eyes. Vincent splutters at his partner's cruel remark, but Lovely presses on without mercy, much to Will's amusement. He resolutely keeps his mouth shut despite his growing grin slowly making its way up to his face. "Face it, you're tone-deaf. Being a Vampire doesn't magically make you a good singer."

"Those are some fighting words, Lovely. Can you back them up?"

"We can settle this tonight if you want. You and me; we can duke it out in a singing swag off with Will as the judge." Lovey declares with a smirk before they head into the living room. All revved up as if their previous anxiety over dinner had never happened.

"Oh my..."

Vincent turns to Will with a grateful nod. "Thanks for helping them relax. And hey, you don't have to stay if you have some other plans tonight, Will."

Will stares back at his Progeny with a faux, scandalous look on his face, complete with a hand on his chest. "Why, Vincent, where would I be anywhere but here? It's not every day that I get to see you humbled by your lover. Don't think I forget that you were once known as the Playboy of the Solaire Clan."

Shock looks good on Vincent's face. It's cute that he actually forgot how he was before Lovely walks into his life. Oh, Will is going to milk this for all its worth.

"Alright! The system is set up!" Lovely announce from near the TV with a microphone in their hand. "Will, come on! You need to help me prove that Vincent sings like a dying cat. Here, here!"

"Oi, oi! We haven't even started yet!" Vincent rebuke and flits over to grab the spare microphone. "You know what, Lovely? I'm so confident that I'll win this that I'll let you go first."

Lovely grins viciously and accepts his offer. Once Will makes himself comfortable on the couch and signals for them to begin, Lovely open their mouth,

Will couldn't stop smiling as Lovely sings their heart out, and Vincent makes his grand entrance after they're done (singing one of Will's favourite songs in hopes to sway his Sire to his side). Vincent and Lovely are having the time of their life, teasing one another as they sing. Will commits this night into one of his most cherished memories.

*"Dari apa yang aku perhatikan

Manusia mahu senang tapi tak semua mahu berkorban

Dari apa yang mereka katakan

Ada yang jawab jujur tapi selebihnya kuat beralasan..."

However, as the night grows long, Will doesn't have the heart to tell them that they both are horrible singers.

Tonight, it's Sam's turn. Will deliver three knocks on his door before Sam swings it open. He looks exhausted, unamused and seconds away from running out of the house.

"Good evening, Sam."

"Good evening, William. Before you come in, can I ask why my Progenies insist on having a karaoke competition tonight? On the night where they knew you were coming?"

Will begins to smile widely. Both he and Sam could hear a heated argument between Frederick and Bright Eyes from the living room.

"No, you can't sing Bambi, Bright Eyes. I won't allow it! You're going to break the windows!"

"Oh my god, would you let me live, Freddy!?"

"We've been over this; you can't sing! Wait. What are you - put down that microphone - "

Music starts to play at maximum volume, and then,

Sam closed his eyes and sighed deeply and in resignation when Bright Eyes began to sing louder to drown out Frederick's shrieking.

**“Feel it like memalla itteon mam wiro

seumyeodeun danbi

dabi piryo eopji

Because you’re my favourite..."

"I don't know what had happened - and I honestly don't want to know - but I hope you're ready to deal with these two tonight."

"Why, Sam, where would I be anywhere but here?"

These are the English translations & link to the songs that Lovely and Bright Eyes were singing:

*“From what I can see

People want the good life, but are not willing to sacrifice

From what I hear

Some are honest but others are full of excuses...”

**“Feel it like timely rain that seeps into my dry heart

No other answer is needed

Because you’re my favorite...”

#redacted asmr #fanfic #they/them pronouns #gender neutral s/o #vincent solaire #lovely (listener)#william solaire #sam collins #frederick #bright eyes (listener)#pop culture references

73 notes · View notes

qvill-s · 2 years

Note

claude + #8 from “right to the good parts”? would be a sight to see the usually mild-tempered man be frazzled

NOTES: ooooh i agree with you !!! it'd be fun to see him like that >:)

WARNINGS: its nothing too graphic, but this fic does have death (but not of a main character) and blood

WORD COUNT: 1.4k

claude + “oh, my god, I thought you were going to die. please don’t ever scare me like that again” under the cut !!!

You run through the halls of Garreg Mach, taking a haphazard path around its area, thankful for the time you've spent exploring it in your years as a student. You chance a glance over your shoulder, only to find the increasingly familiar figure of a hooded Imperial mage, still pursuing you from when you were separated from the group a while back. You push yourself to take longer strides for the next few steps and put some more distance between you and your opponent.

When you're far enough, you stop, draw an arrow from your quiver, and nock it against your bow, squinting with one eye to take aim against your pursuer. The mage draws ever closer, still running towards you, and in a gamble, you let the arrow loose before you can fully aim. You don't look to see if it met it's target, turning on a heel and taking off in a run again.

You don't hear a sound of pain coming from behind you — in fact, if anything, the pounding of the mage's footsteps seem to sound closer — and with a heavy heart, you determine that your arrow didn't hit the target after all. You figure you can probably pick the arrow up again, mapping a route back to it from the main hall, through the mess hall, and back to the courtyard.

For good measure, however, you decide it'd be a good idea to loop them around the ruins of the church before you made your way back to pick the arrow up. There must be a lot of rubble surrounding the church still, ones that you can easily vault over due to the relative freedom of your legs. You're in a pair of sturdy trousers, while your opponent is in dark, flowing robes. You reason that the mage's clothes could easily be caught in the sharp angles of fallen stone.

With a renewed vigor, you run in the direction of the church, taking this turn and that to get yourself to the narrow walkway connecting the church to the rest of the monastery. That vigor dies, however, when you see that the wooden drawbridge resting neatly against the walls of the church, unlowered.

"Shit," you hiss, skidding to a stop before the gap where the drawbridge should have been.

The mage behind you gives you little time to process your situation or even catch the panting breaths wracking your body, sending a ball of dark magic barreling your way. You narrowly avoid it, slamming your abdomen against the railings of the walkway to avoid it, which does nothing to help the fact that you are already breathless.

You shoot an arrow at your opponent, nicking their shoulder as they draw the runes for another spell. You receive a grunt of surprise. You gain a small sense of satisfaction for finally getting a hit in after being unable to for who knows how long.

The satisfaction doesn't last long, with the mage quickly sending another ball of magic your way. Once again, you avoid it just in time by sending yourself to the cobbled ground, the jagged edges of stones digging into your knees and the heels of your palm. When you respond with another arrow, this time embedding itself into their upper arm, there's a soreness in your right knee that wasn't there before.

A dark stain blooms against the tan of your trousers, and your mouth settles itself into a grim line — you'll deal with that later — as you reach into your quiver for an arrow.

You find nothing.

You search for the familiar brush of feathers, clamping around air, and finding nothing. The mage seems to notice your predicament, and their sounds of pain are suddenly replaced with sinister laughter.

"You have no arrows," they say, their voice deep and dark and tainted with a smile. They make their way towards you, drawing another rune, its shape and symbols slowly forming in the air in front of them.

You shuffle backwards, dragging yourself in the direction by the palms of your hands, watching the ball of magic grow ever bigger in the mage's hands.

Eventually, your palms meet the crumbling edge of the walkway, the stone easily giving way at the pressure of your weight.

"And you have nowhere to go."

You send the mage a glare. They seem to have a penchant for stating the obvious. "And you like to take your time killing someone."

They laugh again, this time tinged with delight. The ball of magic in their hands pulses in time with the sound. You see a shadow of a smile underneath their hood. "Indeed. I suppose I should get on with it, then?"

"Do what you'd like," you snap back.

They don't respond, choosing instead to charge the ball of magic ever further, raising it above their head. You don't see their eyes, but you can feel their gaze on you. In the face of the your demise, your false sense of bravado quickly depletes.

Just before you think they'll send you to the afterworld, they stop, asking, "Any last words?"

You remain silent, the firm line you've set your mouth into quivering only slightly. You jut a defiant chin towards them, taunting them to do their worst in your final moments.

They seem to understand. They raise the ball of magic above their head, and you close your eyes, waiting for the imminent blow.

It comes.

But not for you.

The mage before you lets out a started grunt, followed by a heavy thud.

When you open an eye to peek, you find the body of the mage crumpled by your feet, an arrow in their arm, in their throat, and in their chest. You scramble to your feet, inching around the circumference of the body at a cautious distance, squinting around for the owner of the two arrows.

You find your answer in Claude, dismounting his wyvern and making his way over to you in quick strides. Before you can even express your thanks, he crushes you into a hug, enveloping you in the warmth of his arms. You feel more than hear the ragged sigh he releases into your hair.

"Are you okay?" He murmurs, his lips against your hairline.

With your face pressed against his chest, all you can manage is an affirming, "Mhm."

Just as you were settling into the hug, you are torn abruptly from it with Claude's hands on your shoulders pushing you away. He levels you with a glare. "What were you thinking?"

You gape, surprised by the sudden change of tone. "I wasn't thinking anything?"

"You already hurt," he continues, seemingly not hearing your answer, interrupting his tirade with a frustrated utterance of your name, "You could've died."

"You don't think I don't know that?" You respond, your fiery temper rearing its ugly head, "Did you think I wanted to be out here in that situation?"

You meet his glare, daring him to say yes to either of your questions.

His eyes search yours, as if looking for an answer that you're refusing to tell him, his furrowed brow matching the one wrinkling your forehead. Finding none, he sighs, his body sagging along with the release of breath.

"Sorry." A hand moves to cup your jaw as he presses a kiss to your forehead that dissipates your irritation. "I know it's not your fault."

"I would hope so," you say, not unkindly, "You know I would never put myself in danger like that intentionally, right?"

"Yeah," he breathes, "I know." He draws you into another hug, less urgent and more tender than the last. "I just... I just don't want to lose you."

"And you won't," you reassure him, circling your arms around his waist. "I'm very hard to get rid of."

He laughs, but it sounds a little hollow. "That's not something you can promise."

"No," you agree solemnly. "I can't. But," you move to meet his eyes, "I can try."

A fond smile quirks up the corner of his lips. "I guess that's the best we can do for now, huh?"

You give another affirmative sounding noise in response.

He squeezes you a little tighter, and you feel another shaky breath play with the loose strands of your hair. "Just don't... Don't scare me like that again."

"I'll do my best," you tell him, the promise murmured against the beat of his heart.

#fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem imagines #fe imagines #fire emblem claude #fe claude #reader insert #gasp me ?? posting more than one thing ??#yesh my drafts are many and i decided to finish some FOIDHGJK #also nonnie i hope i delivered with a frazzled claude

26 notes · View notes

kanene-yaaay · 3 years

Text

Yellow, Black, Blue and Warmth

Kanene’s note: I am very proud of this sdfghjqswerty.

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* This characters don’t belongs to me! They all belong to the anime/manga Boku no Hero.

* This is a SFW tickle fanfic. ^w^)b

* This is Lee!Toshinori with Ler!Hizashi + Ler!Aizawa. Platonic or Romantic. Around 4.500 words.

* This has mouth tickles (raspberries, nibbles, tickly kisses...), teasy nicknames, use of the spotlight system (green, yellow and red) and baby talk. If there is anything that needs to be tagged just lemme know!

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any and every advice is very very welcome! \(-w-)/

* Tell someone that makes you feel safe how much they matter to you. If you want, no words are needed. Sometimes just an emoji or ‘this reminds of you’ is needed. Don’t forget you’re especial to someone, as well. <33

[~*~]

“W-wait!”

His arms twitched on their position above his head and, not for the first time, he felt himself starting to lower them in a desperate urge to hide his flaming face adorned by a soft, uncontrollable kind of smile that only a few people in the world could claim the happiness of seeing.

A warm hand rested on the right side of his ribcage and nails positioned themselves under his toes, two playful gazes looking at him, warningly.

“Let’s-” a quiet gasp escaped from his lips when he tried to make a placating gesture with his hands and lowered them further, making the nimbly fingers start to wiggle restlessly on his spots. “I aham sure we can think another solution for this p-problem!”

Goosebumps ran freely across his body in a wave of warm and excitement as the concentrated, evil black eyes blinked lazily at him, their owner not dignifying himself with an answer before he shoved his face back on the right side of his stomach, nuzzling and humming calmly, his nose exploring, drawing shapes on the ticklish skin, the adult being extremely careful and attentive enough so every vibration seemed to buzz on every and any of his so, so sensitive nerves, leading his back to arch with the unbearable sensation and the “attacker” to smirk in his quietness.

“I-I beg f-for you to reconside-eek!” He squirmed harder as a low ‘oh’ was pronounced, trying - with not nearly all his strength, if he was being honest, but no one needed to know that - to dislodge the other adult from the newly found sweet spot right next to his hip, which was currently being rustless attacked with soft, barely there kisses that, no matter how much he buckled, refused to move. “Please, please. Yohou don’t have to d-do this!”

His barriers were starting to crumble, quiet sounds beginning to find their way out of his firmly pressed lips, red growing more on his face as an awed cooing researched his ears and the long, awfully long nails lightly scratched the arch of his feet, making themselves known. They prodded, scribbled and danced skillfully across his sole, circling the weak spots that, for the way the blonde’s grin widened every time he stumbled in a new one, wouldn’t be forgotten that easily.

And then Toshinori giggled.

That was when he realized he was doomed.

“Aw, but I do think we do! Who wouldn’t want to hear more of that cute laughter of yours, my dear squeaky listener?”

“Hi-hizashi-san!”

“Yes, my wiggly wiggley bear? What is the matter? You seem rather smiley today. ~” Hizashi sing-sang, an only one finger focusing at that lovely spot right under the ball of his feet that made him squeal in a poorly hidden delight, his laughter starting to overcome his titters. Especially as Shouta decided to be a little more hands-on and weak, almost maddening touches were spidered on Yagi’s right side, not helping at all the flow of high pitched squeaks escaping from his mouth. “Does that tickle? Huh? Does that tickle tickle tickle you so much that it makes you want to give us all that amazing squealing squeals and cute yelps? Aw, isn’t that so kind of him, Shou?”

“You think that after so much hero work the Symbol of Peace would have gotten at least a bit of a resistance.” Aizawa pointed, not bothering to lift his head so his words wouldn’t be muffled as they hit directly Toshinori’s tummy, not even a drop of remorse on his tune as his act made the aforementioned to crackle, kicking as a series of ‘nonono’s filled the room. “Don’t you agree, Toshinori? Just a few well placed tickles here and there and then All Might would be begging for mercy in a few seconds. Tsk. So ticklish, so helpless, so cute.”

Aizawa didn’t call them cute often. He did, however, reconsider his choice when his gaze quickly locked on Yagi, a nice feeling bubbling in his chest with the other’s half whine, half giggle, his wobbly, happy smile almost disappearing under all the blush that consumed his features.

“Right!” Yamada experimentally squeezed his calf, beaming when a guffaw answered him, the leg tugging halfheartedly on his grip, arms hugging himself to not push them away. “But that is no problem! We are teachers, after all. Teachers very capable of teaching him how to increase his endurance, and I think I have the perfect idea of a lesson to help him.”

Yagi was dying. Part of himself wanted to flee away from all the attention, all the warm, caring touches and compliments and that absurdly insufferable sensation that still tingled his body even now, when Shouta and Hizashi stopped to loom over his form with matching evil smirks, making it almost impossible for him to not hide his face and curl in a silly, rather giggly ball.

The words of the previous finally sank in his mind and he fiercely shook his head, not trusting his own mouth and trying to not let the amusement he felt blooming on him to drip on his move.

“Awesome! Thank you for agreeing, tickly listener. It’s amazing to know you’re also as eager for this just as we are!”

“But I did not-” A true shriek cut his words as Aizawa dug his fingers on his armpits, resulting in a sea of wild giggles to overtake him. The tickles being mean enough to be able to completely dissolve his protests, although also the right amount of light so Yamada’s teasy words would still be able to be heard above him.

“So!” The Voice Hero clapped joyfully, getting even more excited at the other's reactions. “The best way to be prepared for any situation is to train! Practice! You need to be prepared to all resist to any and every trickys tickly tickle technique that exists, which means scribbles, scratches, squeezes, kneads, nibbles, nuzzles, kisses, spidering, nursery rhymes, and ooooh, of course, raspberries!” Hizashi nodded once, determined.

“I can’t!” Yagi threw his attempts of forming entire, coherent sentences out of the window, his brain basically short-circuiting on Hizashi’s first examples. “Please, please, I swear! I cahahan’t!”

“Oh, don’t worry my dear sweet, squirmy listener, it’s really a lot of work to do... But! You will not be doing it alone! Me and Shouta will be here cheering and helping you for hours and hours and hours until you master the whooole lesson. And," the blonde got closer, lowering his tune until his words were just a breath on Yagi's ears, teasing the sensitive spot no matter how much he shrugged and shook his head. "If you get something wrong all we need to do it's just start aaaall over and over again, right, Shou?!”

“Oh gohod.”

“Of course, I don’t waste my time with someone who doesn’t have potential.”

Aizawa’s predator smirk and tone maybe would be scarier if it wasn't broken by Yamada’s loud cooing, the taller coming back to his previous position as he rested a quick squeeze on Shouta's hip, fishing a surprised snort and a warningly glance from the black haired man, who, on his turn received an innocent whistling as an answer. Toshinori chuckled in amusement at the scene, gratefully taking the breather.

“Better be careful,” Yagi’s tune was innocent, with a titter dropping here and there, still, a dangerous shine gleamed intensely on his blue eyes, “so that lesson won’t backfire on you in the future.”

Aizawa stared at him, the tip of his lips curling in a barely there grin that heavily contrasted and complemented Yamada’s dramatic gasp in betrayal.

“Very well.” Eraserhead said, positioning himself on top of his legs, successfully pining him on the mattress. "Let's take care of any riot that might happen right now, then."

Suddenly, All Might senses all the confidence he felt not a few seconds ago to transform in butterflies flying in despair on his stomach. Shouta’s shadow stood above him, the usual bored expression plastered on his features as his face lowered closer and closer of the blonde, stopping just a few centimeters from his ear.

Toshinori held his breath in anticipation.

“Green?”

Something… something he couldn’t really nominate melted in his heart and for a moment he forgot how words worked.

He really loved them both so much.

“Green.”

Shouta chuckled.

"Good." He adjusted himself, resting their foreheads together and capturing those blue eyes to himself. "Giggles, titters, whines… every sound you make I will be able to hear clearly so be very, very careful and don't laugh.”

Toshinori gasped when the feeling of skilled hands, scratching and kneading his side shoot through him. The offending fingers danced slowly, taking their time on each weak spots before switching to another one, a bit too close of his stomach or his spine, completely oblivious to how Toshinori's chest already shook with trapped sounds. Toshinori realized, maybe too late, how their new position prevented him to perceive where Aizawa would attack next, every time the black-haired hero changed his target to an unexpected spot adding a tear in his barriers, the squeaks and crackles getting stronger and harder to contain.

“So, sweetpea, how would you rate your ticklish experience from one to ten, so far?” Yagi couldn’t help the way his body twitched and squirmed involuntarily at Yamada’s voice, his imagination unhelpfully whispering that, at any moment, any moment now, Hizashi would give up from his purely verbal teases and be touchier. “One being ‘That Is All You Can Do?’ and ten being ‘This Is Everything I ever Dreamed About Please Don’t ever Stop?’”

“P-p-lease!”

“That is not a number.” Aizawa observed, jumping in his friend’s teasing at the same time he stopped, thinking about something until his eyes shone. His voice was velvety, almost as a purring. “But that can be helped. Here, I will refresh your memory.” A finger pressed on the lowest rib on his right and the blonde’s eyes widened, a snort flying from his lips, his head shaking from one side to other, a pleading gaze.

“Wait! Aizawa, please, wait! I will do anything!”

“What.” Suddenly the finger was replaced by the whole hand shaped as a claw, the spot where it touched tingled in anticipation. “Did you call me?”

Aizawa was adamant about very few things, actually.

Hizashi chuckled darkly, free of any pity, next to him. “I think he is asking for it, Shou.”

Do not mess with his cats. Do not mess with his kids. Do not wake him up. Do not eat his jelly porches and, of course, if he gave you the permission to call him by his first name, use it.

“No, no, no! I meant! I meheheant Shouta!”

Of course, except for the first two, he didn’t actually care that much for when the others were ignored by his close friends, but - he curled his fingers, watching as Yagi continued to squirm and snicker at every twitch of his fingers - that didn’t mean he wouldn’t have his fun with this slip.

“And also,” again, Yamada pipped in, “he just giggled, didn’t you just said him to not laugh?”

“I did.”

“Please! Anything! Anything you want! Just name it! I will givehe you anythihihihing.”

Aizawa adjusted himself so his lips would rest on Yagi’s neck, he sighed deeply, relaxed.

“Then give me your laughter.”

And he started.

The fingers dug on his spot, prodding and scribbling in attacks which danced in a perfect synchrony with the fast nibbles assaulting all the sensitive skin he could reach, expertly dodging from all the trashing, the attacks seemingly to only be fueled by his shrieks.

“An autograph!” loud, booming laughter exploded, snorts and an intelligible mix of half English and half Japanese painting his words stumbling and falling nonstop from his mouth. Yagi lost track of what he was saying the moment a raspberry was placed right under his chin and the hand tased his side, vibrating and vibrating and vibrating there for what seemed an entire eternity. “Rare merchandise! My house! Anything, I swear, anything but this!”

“Oh my god.” Hizashi braced himself on the wall, his conflicted heart torn between cooing and teasing the other for how much adorable he was being and giggling in joy with his funny reactions. “Oh my god. Shouta, please, don’t ever stop tickling him, this is the most precious scene I witnessed in my whole life.”

Shouta felt tempted to agree, however, after a couple of minutes, he stopped, shoving his face on the other’s shoulder to hide his own soft chuckles, being accompanied by the residual, bubbling giggles. They waited until his breath became steadier before the one with black, deep eyes stared at the watery, gleaming blue ones.

“Shoutahaha…”

“Just one more spot, okay?”

��Toshinori closed his eyes, nodding before trying to hide his expression under his hands, being stopped by Yamada, who took each one of them gently and gave a kiss on his knuckles, lacing their fingers, knowing very well Yagi wouldn’t attempt to pry them away like this.

“No hiding your beautiful face, remember?” Yagi wanted to huff in annoyance at the unprompted tease, but it was being said with such lovely care that he couldn’t help but melt under it, especially when Shouta began to bombard the place behind his ear with kisses and small raspberries, descending him in quiet titters and silent laughter sprinkled with sporadic guffaws.

After a few more of kisses, tickles and fast, inaudible giggles he ceased his attack, giving a last nibble on his ear before getting up from him, letting the Symbol of Peace recompose himself between his blush and gigantic smile, offering a cup of water when his laughter stopped to fly across the room, all of them enjoying the silence as Toshinori drank the liquid, thanking Shouta.

“Green?” Hizashi asked, stepping a little closer, a shy grin on his lips.

“Oh my… Why do you have to make me say that?” Toshinori squeezed their hands, huffing and deviating his gaze. “Green.”

The blinding smile that was sent in his way seemed to have enough shine to light up the whole house. “Let’s jam!”

The Voice Hero tried to untwine their hands kindly, blinking in surprise when the other only held them more fiercely. He tried again, same result. Behind them Shouta snorted, amused.

“Giggly bear, my sweetpea, you will have to let go of my hands.”

“Absolutely not, you will attack me.”

Yagi stared at him with a challenge in his face, daring the hero to do something about that.

“Well…” Hizashi winked playfully. “I always have my mouth, and, you know? That wiggly wiggley yummy tummy of yours seems to be asking for a couple or maybe a dozen of raspberries… ~”

“Wait, no!” Toshinori squirmed, instinctively sucking his belly. “Don’t!”

“Aw, but that is such a pity! I was thinking about being a bit merciful today, you know? Maybe some skittering under your knees, being sure to give enough attention to every inch of both of them, I mean, we don’t want anyone feeling left out of the fun, of course! Then I would give one or two squeezes on them, a swift under your wiggly wiggley toes, a few scratches on your squirmy feet and voilá! A happy, silly, giggly Yagi ready to go. But, well, now I believe I don’t have another choice except place all the mean raspberries aaaall over your unprotected stomach and sides and ribs and sides and neck and ribs and-”

“Stop, stop!” Toshinori let go of his hands in order to hug his tingling torso, curling in a defense ball, trying to stop the feeling of the imaginary tickles. “J-just get over it!”

“Aw,” Hizashi placed a kiss on his temple, smiling softly for a piece of moment before letting it turn into an evil grin. “Your wish is an order, my adorably ticklish bear.”

He positioned his hands in each leg, grazing his nails from the bottom of his calves and lightly scribbling their way up to the wonderfully sensitive spot under his knee, taking his time to draw spirals and rivers on the skin, being very content to feel the other squirm under his touches, huffs of laughter puffing from his lips. “Hey, Toshi, can I ask a question?”

“Fuck,” he squeaked when an unexpected pinch was placed on his hip before Hizashi innocently continued his previous attack. “Y-you may.”

“Right! But, first of all, let me take care of this two...” Yamada smiled, completely unfazed as he sat on the bed, holding both ankles and lifting before resting them on his shoulders. “There you go, squirmy toy! All comfy and unable to wiggle away from my curious, tickly fingers!”

“He is going to kick you.” Aizawa rolled his eyes, getting closer until he could get a firm, yet gentle, grip on Yagi’s ankles, truly preventing him from moving them. “Here. Now ask your question.”

“Thank you, babe.” Hizashi relished on the way Aizawa’s ears were painted in red before beaming again at Toshinori, who kept trying to pull his legs away from his predicament, and seeming to take the fact that he wasn’t laughing his head off as a personal offense. He rested his hands on his knees again, one of them squeezing them skillfully while the other scratched the sensitive skin underneath it. “So, Toshinori, what do you think it tickles more? When I squeeze, squeeze, squeeze those adorable ticklish kneecaps or when I tickle tickle tickle them silly?”

“No, no, no!”

“No?! Aw, I am afraid that isn’t really the answer I am looking for, darling… But that is okay! Do you know what I am going to do now, Toshi? Huh? Do you know?”

Yagi just shook his head, knowing pretty well that anything said would just fuel the evil words dripping freely from the other’s mouth.

“Not even a guess?” He changed his technique to lightly tease with plentiful of scribbles the sensitive spot with just the tip of his fingers. “An itsy bitsy tiny guess? Awn.” A fake pout adorned his face. His fingers ascended a bit more, now tormenting the thighs, their owner smiling wide as the squirms began to get stronger, drawing circles around the little weak spots he knew that would fish the wildest laughter. “But I will tell you anyway! Because the Tickle Monster is feeling very kind today. I am going to get those sensitives calves riiiight here!”

“Hizashi!” Yagi tried to pull his legs again, his giggles becoming more frantic as he realized they didn’t even buckle from their spot. “I can’t. I promise you, I can’t! Hihihihizashi!”

“But I do think you can! I believe in you, Toshinori. You’re such a strong, nice tickle bug. I think you definitely can take some good cootchie-coothie-coos right here!” He poked. “And here” Poke. “And here, and here, and here, here, here!”

Suddenly a sea of pokes - just that, just tiny, harmless, quick pokes that shouldn’t be able to make him feel even more ticklish than he already was - assaulted his calves, some surprising pinches and clawing also making an appearance and disappearing just as fast as they came.

“Shut up, please, shut up!” Throwing his head with loud, squealing chortles, Toshinori pleaded, his mind overtaken with how much it tickled and how unbearable it was and how amazing all of this felt.

“Gasp! Toshi! How can you say that? The Tickle Monster thought you loved his teases. Why would you want them to ever stop? Do they make you feel more ticklish? Huh? Do they? Do all my silly teases and tickly attacks make the big, strong Yagi Toshinori become a very lovely and adorable mess of those cute sounds? Huh?”

“Don’t you think how great would it be if we just stayed like this forever? Me, here, playing with you and your awfully helpless toes,” at the mention of the new spot Yamada changed his target, making the other to arch his back and shriek in belly laughter as fingers attacked under his toes, tickling and digging unmercifully at every single one of them. “and hearing this wonderful laughter! Don’t even make me start about your laughter! It is music to my ears.”

When nothing but a series of snorts and loud laughter answered him, the blonde decided to stop his tickles, slowing them until his warm hands just rested there, peacefully.

Toshinori wiped the single tear that traveled to his hot cheek, just a quick glance in Aizawa and Yamada’s general direction being enough to make his giggles start a-new.

“I am not even doing nothing to you.” The tease couldn’t be helped, especially as his giggles got stronger and, consequently, quieter.

“Your hands!”

“My hands? What about them?” Hizashi shouldn’t be allowed to feel that much smug nor powerful.

“They’re just…” A flow of intelligible noises fell from Yagi’s lips, and he decided to try again. “They’re just there! It tickles!”

“Now, it does?”

“I would never have guessed.” Aizawa deadpanned, watching as the other wiggled and squirmed in protest.

“Right? I mean, they’re just chilling there. No moving, no tickling and Toshinori attacks them like that! I would feel wounded, but I guess he is really just a very ticklish giggle bug. Shouta, what are we going to do? The lesson clearly isn’t working… Oh, I wonder if there is something I could do to stop tickling him...”

“Just take them off there!” Yagi gasped when the fingers started to skitter around his ankles, another newly discovered sweet spot that erupted a new round of snorts. “No!”

“I don’t think there is anything that can be done. We could just stop and stare at him and he would be laughing uncontrollably in three seconds.” Aizawa remarked.

“He is just too much sensitive, ya know? Just an itsy bitsy touch and you get him all giggly and blushy.”

“Am nohohot!”

“And helpless too. Cute and helpless.”

“Shouta, plehehease, let me go!”

“Yean, absolutely.” Hizashi agreed, shaking his head with fake sadness, a tiny grin blooming on his lips. “I guess this is our fate, Sho, to hear him laugh and squeal and snort and giggle-giggle-giggle at anything we do.”

“A pity.”

“Enough!” Both stopped, hearing the light of tiredness painting Yagi’s tune. “That- haha, that is enough, please.”

“Yellow?”

“Red.” Toshinori smiled, feeling yet too shy to find their gazes with his. “I'm just an old man with one lung.”

Hizashi snorted, offering him a bottle of water and heading to the kitchen to make his special tea - after all, no one knew a better recipe for tired throats than the Voice Hero himself, - and Aizawa just rolled his eyes, sitting on the mattress and massaging his feet, a calming gesture that helped both to relax as they enjoyed the silence with the phantom laughter and reminiscent giddiness that still ran on their veins.

“Shouta,” Toshinori lightly hit the other’s thigh with his free feet until the black haired one turned his attention to him, not even slightly prepared for the soft, incredibly soft, expression and gleaming, energetic eyes which found his. “Thank you.”

Aizawa scoffed, quickly trying to brush off the warmth engulfing his heart and smile that tried at all cost to appear on his features.

“It was very… enjoyable.” Toshinori pressed further, tipping his head to the side in an attempt to see his expression. “Your technique is very effective! You don’t rely a lot on verbal teases but the way you can mix different attacks and keep track of which spots bring the most reactions is very impressive! Not to mention-” A squeak broke his thoughts when a mean squeeze was delivered on his calf, Aizawa huffing before massaging the local to make the tingles go away.

“Continue with this and I will not be above ganging up with Hizashi to wreck you, again.”

“If it’s Complementing Eraserhead hours and you’re being too stubborn to accept the deserved nice words I think it’s very clear who I will end up helping.” Hizashi remarked as he got into the room, distributing the tea before squishing himself between them, almost spilling the drink as a warning tickle on his stomach made him jump.

“Hey!” The one being called just quirked an eyebrow at him, almost challenging. Hizashi just shrugged. “It would still be worth it.”

“Yagi,” Toshinori blinked, surprised at being pulled on their usual bickering, staring Aizawa above the rim of his mug. “Analyses about Hizashi as the ler.”

An inhumane screech flew from Yamada’s lips. “Don’t you dare!”

When he was over, sneaking one and other praise for Eraserhead here and there, they were all laid on the bed, limbs entangled due both the magnetism that seemed to pull them together and the fact that if it wasn’t for it, Yamada would have already fled from the room on the shine of Yagi’s first word.

“I don’t like you.” The one with long, blond hair complained, grumbling when his sentence only made the others snuggle closer, snickering. “None of you. You’re both very mean and dirty traitors and I am going to scream.”

“Don’t.” Aizawa slurred from somewhere behind Toshinori, his tune showing he was almost asleep. Hizashi, who already forgave them for their “betray” searched for his waist, resting his arm on it and very lightly scratching the base of his back, a spot he knew would make the underground hero absolutely melt. Toshinori captured his free hand, coming close and humming softly as his finger traced the lines on his palm.

Soft. Good. Warm.

At some point of the conversation, someone had turned the television on, and for a few pieces of moment the show playing in the background was the only thing that filled the silence.

“Hey, Toshi.”

“Yes?”

“I know you don’t like a lot of attention when the tickling is over but… thank you.” A quick kiss was delivered on his forehead, happy to see no trace of discomfort on the other’s features, only a tiny, timid smile. “Thank you.”

“Go to sleep, Hizashi.” And then he kissed his knuckles, just like Hizashi did back then, and Shouta murmured something, pulling them closer and Hizashi smiled and the television started to grow more and more silent.

“Ok.”

After that, everything was soft, good, warm.

[~*~]

Inspirations!

* That entire AllEraserMic tickle series that I absolutely live for

* The teases from the fanfics of that amazing author

* A very especific post about cute reactions when the lee is being tickled but I can’t find it so please enjoy Onion’s blog (the op) instead. His blog is gold.

#The warnings makes this looks more serious than it is sdertyuioiuyt honestly they're just tickling each other and having fun xDD #Lee!Yagi #Ticklish!Toshinori #Lee!AllMight #OKAY BUT HE DESERVES ALL THE TICKLES #Ler!Aizawa #Ler!Yamada #Ler!President Mic #Ler!Eraserhead #bnha tickles #bnha tickling #Kanene's Fic #Kanene's Fanfic #if someone knows which post from Onion I am talking about pls send the link I am begging u #/lh #This is so soft I am dyiiing #long boi post #mouth tickles

83 notes · View notes

thewheezingwyvern · 3 years

Note

OOO OOO PICK ME PICK ME!

I would like Bakugou or Kirishima please 🥺

Imma pick number 13 for inspo unless that's been done already. SFW or NSFW whatever you want I'm just excited to read 👀 can you take my Katsukikitten blog when/if you answer this?

🖤 Katsukikitten

Ooooh @katsukikitten you gave me some good wiggle room to work with. I ended up going SFW because I had an idea! Hopefully this helps fill your Bakugou needs!

𝘈𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰'𝘴 𝘊𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦

Oracle!Bakugou x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Mention of blood and death

It was midday by the time you and Bakugou reached your destination. Rather, you reached where your partner had intended to take you and until that moment you had no idea what place it was he had in mind. Turns out, it was an old canyon that speared through the vast expanse of the Aural Desert. Sweat was pouring from your skin and Katsuki was no better, having shed his shirt during the travel some time ago. The horse you two had taken, a northern dunn that was bred to travel in the desert, nickered softly in approval once shade eclipsed over you. It was still blazingly hot but the further you strayed into the craggy paths tucked away from the sun’s glare, the cooler it grew. The change in temperature was a blessing, small on paper but large in practice.

“Keep up.” He snapped back at you over his shoulder.

A frown twisted across your lips, brows furrowing. Katsuki was not known for his calm nature but he had been far more irritable and snappish in the past few weeks. And not once had he even given you a hint of answers until today. It was slow work picking through the canyon, razor ferns creeping through cracks in the rocky walls that threatened to slice your flesh if either of you brushed against their leaves. Your mouth was incredibly dry and you wished you had the proper gloves so you could pluck those leaves off their stems and cut them open. When carefully handled, razor fern leaves stored a lot of water and could help slake your thirst.

“Where are we going Katsuki?” you asked for the fifth time that day.

“If you ask me one more time, I’m going to leave you behind, brat.” He snapped back at you, “Now shut up and follow me.”

Crestfallen at another question unanswered, you followed with a scowl. Katsuki had come and found you just before you joined your father in his tent with his retainers. Your absence would surely be noticed so you felt that you were owed at least something of an explanation. But your friend, crush and body guard was impossibly stubborn and you knew you would sooner have luck asking a mountain to move for you than get him to change his mind. Bakugou, however, was going out of his mind himself. As your bodyguard , appointed by the chief himself, he knew it was risky to bring you into the desert. A calloused hand touched the hilt of his curved scimitar sheathed at his hip. If anyone or anything tried to touch you, he’d make them regret it.

“We’re here.” He finally said.

‘Here’ was a rocky alcove, the wall of the canyon stretching up to blot out the light of the sun. Buried in the wall were long bands of vibrant color, smoky purples, vivacious reds, shimmering golds and streaks of laughing teals that were like the captured spirit of the seas so far away. It was a stunning alcove. And the cliff was clearly formed of the rocks and clay that your people used to craft their paints and makeups for use. But it was still just a wall and you couldn’t figure out why Katsuki would want to bring you to it. You folded your arms beneath your breasts, looking around once before turning back to your protector.

“It’s a wall.”

“Heh, shows what you know.” He sneered.

The blonde advanced forward to a large stone slab that was settled up against the wall. It didn’t look any different than the other rocks in the area. That is until he started sliding the rock to the side, fine granules of sand on the ground helping fill the air with a crunching sound. When he was finished, he revealed a tunnel that was worn into the side of the canyon. Katsuki smirked smugly at you before gesturing towards the opening of the hidden cave.

“After you, princess.”

When you glared at him as you walked by, he closed in behind you snickering. The light from outside streamed in enough to illuminate your first several steps into the cave. But just around the bend there was a distant light as well, it pooled on the walls and beckoned you forward. You’d never seen a glow like that and it was entrancing, urging you forward without being nudged by your companion. The passage snaked deeper into the rock, bands of the same color following you along until the both of you emerged into a chamber. Above in the ceiling, a small hole allowed a beam of sunlight to stream through until it gathered on a large pool of water that was nestled in the center of the chamber. At first you thought the water was glowing because of the single ray of sunshine that struck the calm surface of the pool but closer inspection revealed that wasn’t the case. Mesmerized, you feet carried you forward without your permission to see that this was more than a simple pool. There was a sharp drop cut into earth, almost like a sink hole that led deep into the ground. The water glowed in a myriad of icy blue, deepened violet and fractals of starlight.

“What is this place?” you whispered softly, your voice echoing off the walls.

“This is a sacred pool.” Katsuki supplied, falling beside you, “This is where oracles like me used to go to magnify their foresight. They used to be everywhere but they’ve been drying up more and more as the years pass.”

“I thought those were a myth.”

“They’re real…”

A far off, haunted expression flickered over his face, leading you to touch his arm, “Katsuki…what did you see?”

His foresight had proven invaluable for your clan and he was almost never wrong. But never before had you seen him look so tortured. Silence fell over you both for several moments before he started to walk forward. Even with his back to you, the pool bathed him in an ethereal light, shadows gathering along the contours of his back. Bakugou turned his head and looked over his shoulder at you.

“It’ll be easier to just show you. Come here.”

Tentatively you drew closer to him until you both were standing at the edge of the sacred pool. It swirled before you, begging for you to enter it’s depths and see the it’s wonders. But it was really, really deep and it was hard not to feel nervous. Bakugou seemed to notice your hesitation and snorted with disdain.

“You really think I would have you do something dangerous, brat? I’m supposed to protect you.”

“Well there was that one time-”

“That was your idea, dumbass, not mine.”

You giggled, “It worked out didn’t it?”

Katsuki let the corner of his mouth twitch before he turned to face you. Suddenly you were aware of how close he was to you and how he still wasn’t wearing a shirt. The tanned plains of his chest begged for your hands to touch and wander but the serious expression in face made that thought evaporate. A rough hand came up and clapped you on the top of your head gently, shaking you a bit in a display of affection.

“Trust me, princess…”

“…Ok.”

Bakugou pulled you to him and the both of you leapt into the pool. The initial contact was like normal water, refreshingly cool and it chased away the heat that had built up in you from the desert sun. But soon the feeling evaporated and it was like the two of you were floating in the night sky. With surprise you found yourself able to breathe and you drifted with Katsuki, sinking deeper down into the embrace of the sacred waters. Flecks of fiery red flaked off of your companion, swirling around the two of you until they shattered into fractals to form intricate images. Images of fire and blood. Thick plumes of smoke were rising from the the caravan of tents that your clan made their homes in, blotting out the sky in inky clouds. A flash and you saw your father with a sword hilted into his chest and the culprit was one of his own retainers.

The pool shifted colors then to golden yellow, showing Bakugou trying to warn your father. It showed him being ignored, dismissed that his vision was incorrect and that he just didn’t know what he was seeing. Your body guard hauled you against him, your back pressed up against his chest as he cradled you close. His arms squeezed you tightly, as if he were afraid you would drift away from him if he let go. The fractals of light continued to swirl, shifting to paint out your future, each more grim than the last if you stayed to fight. A thousand and one ways you could try to save your clan and a thousand and one ways you would fail.

“There is no hope for them…” he whispered out hoarsely, “But there is for you…runaway with me.”

“But…but maybe with me there my father will-”

“I’ve already tried to warn him. And I’ve already tried to see that way too. He won’t listen.” Katsuki buried his face into your shoulder, his arms squeezing you even tighter to him, “If you don’t leave…your death is the nicest fate out of all of them.”

“Is there really no other way?”

“No…No there isn’t.” Was he crying? “I’m supposed to protect you but even I can’t stand against an entire fucking army. Princes…please. Runaway with me.”

“But-”

“I can’t save them,” he interrupted, “but dammit I can save you. Don’t be stupid.”

Tears were flowing from your eyes as you felt reality crash down around your ears. Live with your clan wandering the sands was over no matter what choice you made. But the thought of leaving behind your family without even trying left a bitter taste in your mouth. But there was really no way out. And that was how you decided to leave your life and clan behind: bathed in starlight and sinking into a never ending pit.

((Want to participate in Arcane April? Check out my post here about the event and send in your requests!))

#Bakugou x reader #Bakugou x y/n #Bakugou x you #MHA reader insert #Bakugou Katsuki #my writing #ArcaneApril #Anonymous

103 notes · View notes

chiechie97 · 3 years

Note

So for the archives.... loved james reaction to the red sweater in stage lights, maybe we could get some more of James being attracted to our girl?...

ooooh anon 😉(find it also on Ao3)

Was she trying to kill him?

He was 99.999% sure that Lily Margaret Evans was trying to kill him.

How on earth was he supposed to focus when she showed up to work wearing THAT!

THAT, of course, being the oh so tiny blue corduroy skirt that was the bain of his existence.

James knew it wasn’t appropriate to be oggling his co-worker’s legs, but Merlin help him when she wore muggle clothes to work.

The department usually had a standard of dress, (though her in Auror robes also completely did him in), but Lily was often out in the muggle world working as a field agent. And he’d come to categorize her outfits in what was most definitely an unhealthy obsession.

High-waisted jeans with flowing white peasant top? He was staring at her ass.

Low cut tanktop and bell-bottom jeans? He wasn’t sure he was capable of vocalizing the thoughts he was having.

Short mod dress with knee-high boots? James wasn’t sure where to NOT look.

Blue corduroy skirt with knee-high socks? He was well and truly fucked, because her legs (especially her thighs) were out on display, and Lily Evans’s legs were going to be the absolute death of him.

He wanted them wrapped around his hips, his face𑁋 STOP!

“Stop what?” His deskmate Frank asked, looking incredibly confused.

He jumped, realizing he had told himself to stop thinking about Evans out loud.

“Nothing, just thinking too loud.” James shrugged, trying to step off the telltale flush of embarrassment that was creeping up his neck.

He really, really, really REALLY. Needed to stop fantasizing about Evans at work, especially if he planned on not needing a change of trousers midway through the day. Easier said than done when a too smart for her own good redhead with a perky ass and long legs showed up for work in a mini skirt.

Lily Evans had been the focus of his attention (or obsession as Sirius and Remus might say) for close to six years now.

What had started as a simple schoolyard crush had turned into something that was well and truly driving him mad.

Sure, Evans was hot. But god damn if she wasn’t the smartest, kindest, and most amazon witch he’d ever met. If only he hadn’t completely soured any chances of her saying yes to date back when they were in school together.

The first time James had asked her out he was only half-joking.

The second time, and every other time after that he wasn’t joking at all.

James Potter had never wanted anyone so badly as he wanted Lily Evans, and the fact she wanted nothing to do with him made things all the more painful.

“Potter!”

Speak of the red devil and she shall appear.

“We have our meeting now, are you coming?”

The very last thing on earth that James potter wants to do at that very moment is stand up from his desk. ESPECIALLY in front of one Lily Evans

“I’ll be along, just have to finish signing these forms.” He gestures vaguely at the papers on his desk, none of which are forms he needs to sign.

“I’ll wait, I don’t want to be alone in a meeting with Craig, he always tries to show me pictures of his kids.” She grimaces at that.

“You don’t like kids Evans?”

He’s trying to kill time, he really needs to, er… settle down, before he gets up for that meeting.

“Not his kids. Met them at the department Christmas party. Absolute brats, they sort of remind me of my nephew actually.”

“You’ve got a nephew?”

“Yep,” She says, looking at the pretty gold watch strapped to her slim wrist, “You done with those papers? We really outa get going.”

“Still gotta finish this.”

“Then sign your papers and let’s go!”

James fumbled around desperately with the papers on his desk, he really needed Lily to not be there when he stood up. Having her stand around in that skirt, with her long hair falling over her shoulders was doing absolutely nothing to stop his trousers from feeling about three sizes too small.

Sensing no way out of it, as discreetly as he could he grabbed a folder off his desk and stood up with it.

“Any idea what this meeting is about?”

Was he trying to distract her? Yes. Anything to keep her looking at his face, and anything to keep himself from looking at her legs.

“No idea.” She shrugged, taking that moment to sweep her long red hair over her shoulder, sending the smell of her honeysuckle shampoo up his nose.

Godric take him now.

Just a few meters from the door, just a few meters from the door he told himself. Five minutes talking to Craig was enough to kill any sort of arousal.

He nearly breathed a sigh of relief as his hand connected with the door handle to the operations room

“Oh, James?” Lily said, suddenly placing her hand over top of his on the door handle, “I’m glad you like my skirt.”

She said that last part with a wink, before pushing open the door open, leaving him and his hanging jaw in the doorway.

That bloody minx.

#chie chie answers #chie writes #fic request #jily au #jily fic request #jily fanfiction

10 notes · View notes

tangledinmdzs · 3 years

Note

Hello! I have an idea for a headcanon for Wei Wuxian and Wangji. What would they do if they found a abandoned child and decided to look after it. Then the couple discover the child is from an very old clan that can use ice and water. And sadly this clan is very scattered and on the verge of going extinct.

ooooh; this is so interesting! i don’t know if my writing would be able to do justice to this potential story idea, but i can try to write a tidbit; i hope that it is enjoyable~!

here’s to your request~

.✫*ﾟ･ﾟ｡.☆.*｡･ﾟ✫*.

the baby’s cry is shrill, powerful despite its young age

its loud enough in the quiet night to be heard pass the mountainous plains

even reach up to the skies, where two cultivators were sword flying

“do you hear that?” Wei Ying had asked his husband, whose hair was flowing with the winds of the their travel

Lan Zhan had slowed down at the query and had strained his ears

the cry comes again,

distant

but present

and Wei Ying tugs at his husband’s white robes, wrapped around him to prevent the chill of the night from setting in

“there’s a child,” Wei Ying notes,

its an obvious note

but Lan Zhan understands more than that simple observation

following the third shrill cry sounded into the air, Lan Zhan flies his sword closer towards the brushes of the forest, landing at the closest place that he could land

the open field around them is wide, green grass swaying with the cold breeze that passes through the mountains at this time

once off of their shared sword, Wei Ying is exploring, searching right away

perhaps it was because he had understood the feelings of abandonment since young, that had caused his heart to ache so much at the cries that he heard

and Lan Zhan, as his husband, would always find his heart aching in company with his husband’s worries

so they search the field, taking quick steps into the forest in search a distant sound

the baby’s cries seem smaller as their search grows longer

and the light of the moon does not seem bright enough

they search for a while, a longer while than Wei Ying would have liked until he sees it

he and his husband have reached the edge of a river now, its rushing sound drawing their attention above the hushed stillness of the forest

right at the bend of the flowing river, looks to be a small wooden basket

at the sigh, Wei Ying suddenly breaks into a run, the cold air feeling colder now that he realized someone so small must have been left to deal with it alone

Lan Zhan follows him quickly and their long strides bring them to the small wooden basket, lit white in the shining moonlight of early twilight

someone had abandoned a child, Lan Zhan realizes when he and his husband get close enough to see

Wei Ying bends down closer to the face of the basket, peering in

the baby had long stopped crying by now, its small chubby face curling towards one side, a futile attempt at conserving warmth

from the clothes alone it was hard to tell whether it was a baby girl or boy

but it was a young baby, only half a year at most

left alone

Wei Ying presses a gentle finger to the baby’s face, startling at the coldness of the skin he finds there

“we have to bring this baby back with us,” Wei Ying decides,

when he looks up at his husband, he is relieved at the nod that he recieves

Wei Ying constantly reminds himself to be grateful of the agreement that he and his husband always find themselves in

the flight home for home is faster with a little bundle of life in their arms

and no matter what way the baby must make it home

the baby must stay alive

Wei Ying’s grip on the wooden basket tightens with that thought, letting Lan Zhan’s arm hold his waist as the sword lifts into the air

44 notes · View notes

toxophilitis · 3 years

Text

THE NIGHT SHIFT NURSE cont.

CHAPTER TWO

The next evening, Nancy was alone in the hospital ward. The attending doctor this evening was one of those who never showed up unless there was a problem.

Nancy went on her rounds.

The only ones that noticed Nancy's new look were some ambulance drivers who were always teasing Nancy. They both seemed to like her.

As she came in, the big-titted nurse wiggled a little extra for them. During the day, she had gone out and bought two of the new, shorter nurse's uniforms. They weren't mini-skirts, but the short skirt did show a lot of leg. More importantly, she had on a push-up bra that drew men's eyes to her tits. With her hair combed out long, she looked very nice.

Hearing a whistle, Nancy stopped and did a little turn to show off her new uniform.

"Jesus, Vic!" Bill McMartin said as she wiggled past them. "Someone's kidnapped Nurse Nancy and left another girl in her place."

"Yeah," Vic Gorman exclaimed with a nice smile. "And look at the one that they left behind."

Picking up the clipboard, Nancy smiled, then stared down the hall to make her rounds. With only one patient, it was an easy chore that she did each hour. She looked at the chart as she walked down the hall.

Eddie Carter was coming along fine. His leg was broken, but it looked as if it was going to be okay. The young football player was going to spend a couple of more days here for tests, but things were looking up for him.

As she entered the room, Nancy saw that he was asleep. It was a shame, but she had to wake him every hour all night.

"Eddie?" she called. "I'm sorry, honey. I've got to check your cast again. Wake up."

The boy had a cast on from the hip down on his right leg. Her orders were to make sure that the cast didn't hinder the flow of blood into the leg. She had to feel his toes each hour to make sure that they were warm and pink.

As he woke from a dream-filled sleep, the young man saw the night nurse standing over him. It took him a few seconds to come up from the foggy land of his dreams.

"Oh, hello, Nancy. Need to check me again?"

"Sorry," she said. "Maybe your doctor will let you sleep after tonight. Your checks have all been okay."

"I sure hope so."

Nancy pulled up the bottom of the sheet. She touched his cast, feeling down to the wiggling toes sticking out the end. As usual, he was fine. She felt his response as she tickled him.

Looking up as she massaged his foot for a few seconds, Nancy saw that he was holding the sheet tightly around his neck. Dropping her gaze, she saw why he was gripping the sheet so tightly. That bulge in the sheet was his cock, and it was jerking as she smiled up to him.

"Your toes feel a little cool," she lied, suddenly feeling a warm flushing in her tits as she stared at the tented sheet.

"Really?" he said, a worried sound coming into his voice as he watched the night nurse pulling the curtain around his bed.

"Let me check your cast," Nancy whipped off the sheet in one motion before he could stop her.

The tie-on gowns that the hospital gave patients didn't do all that much to hide what she saw as she whipped off the sheet. The bottom of the gown was up around his belly, leaving the sight of his rock-hard cock very visible for the gawking nurse.

"I see that you're starting to heal," she teased.

"No," she smiled again, blushing. "That's a good sign, Eddie. It means that you're getting better."

Acting as if she was checking the top of his leg to see if the cast was too tight, Nancy felt that throbbingly hard tube of teenaged cock-meat. Her hand brushed against his balls when she checked his inner thigh. As her hand moved, it slipped down over his stiff prick-shaft. That lovely hard-on was drawing the young nurse's hand like a magnet.

"Oooooh," he groaned.

"It's lonely in a hospital," she said very softly, her hand gently caressing his throbbing cock. "The nights are so long and lonely."

The young nurse's hand was moving, running lightly over the fuck-muscle of his cock. The young man didn't move. He didn't know what to do. Eddie wasn't sure if he was still in his dream, or if this was really happening to him.

As her fingers closed around the young man's hard cock, Nancy squeezed it tightly. Pre-cum came trickling over her fingers. Eddie's nice young cock, all hard and thick, was ready to come just from her touch. The heat of the super stiff prick was searing her fist as she tightened her gripping hand over it.

"Oooooh, Eddie!" she whispered.

Eddie had tightened up all over as she touched his beautiful hard prick. He relaxed, slumping back down onto the bed as Nancy pulled his gown up higher and started pumping up and down over his swollen hard-on.

"God, that feels good!" the young man groaned as he tried to hump his hips up to drive his prick through her fist.

"Easy," Nancy warned. "Don't hurt your leg, Eddie."

"Are you going to jack me off?"

"Would you like that?"

"Shit, yes!"

"Can you come fast?" she asked.

"I'm almost there right now!" he groaned. In a hospital that usually had patients just like Eddie, young men who really weren't sick, it wasn't all that unusual to see a hard-on while bathing or giving a back-rub. This time, it was different for Nancy. Seeing that little candy-striper getting fucked had set off feelings in her that had been long buried.

Nancy was starved for the feel of hard cock. The young man's lovely stiff prick bucked in her fist, jerking and throbbing as clear juice ran down to make her hand-job slippery and exciting for both of them. She had really missed this. The sensation of being in charge of something as powerful as the young, muscular guy just by having her hand on his prick. She looked her lust-filled eyes on the head of his boner, watching another drop trickle out of his piss-slit. Her thumb rubbed it off.

"Jesus!" he hissed. "That's so good, Nancy. I've been so fucking horny in here."

"You've got to be really quiet," she warned as she smiled at the handsome young man.

"I will," he promised in a whispering voice. "I'll be careful not to say anything too loud."

"If anyone catches us..."

"I won't make a sound Nancy."

The teasing nurse was really enjoying this. The feel of the surging hardness in her hand was making Nancy's breathing start to become labored. She was getting so hot.

"Are you sure?" she teased, again using the pad of her thumb to rub his piss-slit.

"Ooooh, God!" he groaned, but this time the sound was muffled as he kept his lips tightly clenched.

"Didn't your girlfriend take care of you when she visited today?" Nancy teased, her hand never slowing from that steady rhythm that she was using as she jacked off the young man. "You two were in here alone for almost an hour."

"I tried to talk her into it," he groaned.

"Let Nurse Nancy take care of you, baby," she cooed. "I'll make you come nice, Eddie. Squirt for me! Come hard! Come hard, baby! Let me see your cum!"

The beautiful brunette hadn't done anything this naughty in years. The idea of her standing by the side of a patient's bed and using her soft hand on his ready-to-explode cock was so exciting to Nancy. She felt her pussy creaming and heating up as her fist moved up and down faster. She was horny, too, but she couldn't take the chance of doing anything about it.

Nancy watched the jerking length of his cock, aching to feel it up in her empty cunt. Or hot mouth. Or anywhere that Eddie wanted to put it.

"You've got a pretty prick, Eddie," she whispered as her other hand came up to cup his cum-filled balls. "So nice and hard. Big, too. I love the way it feels."

Nancy was dying to hop up on the bed and ram this raging hard-on into her steaming hot pussy. She felt fairly safe with the curtain pulled around them as she gave him a hand-job, but there was no way that she could concentrate on listening for approaching footsteps with a cock jerking up inside her pussy. For right now, she was going to have to be satisfied with just this much.

"Come, Eddie!" she cooed. "Come for me, baby. Let the nurse make you feel all better."

The young man's hand had drifted over to her hip as she jacked up and down on his lovely hard cock. Nancy felt his fingers kneading into her flesh as he groaned out his pleasure. Very slowly, his hand was moving under her uniform bottom. His hand drifted upward until he was at the top of her thighs.

Along with the new bra that she bought to day, Nancy hand picked up a pair of crotchless white panyhose. In high school, she had never worn any panties, but on this job, her legs had to be covered with white stockings. The idea of having nothing covering her soaking wet pussy was very naughty, and now she was glad that she had worn the crotchless nylons for her shift.

Eddie's fingers continued up, cupping her ass. Suddenly he was touching her furry pussy-hair.

Nancy saw his eyes getting all round and big. "Go ahead," she purred, spreading her legs to give him more room. "It's okay, baby."

The pretty young nurse was writhing in ecstasy as the young man's finger slipped up into her juice-slickened cunt. The feel of a man's hand cupping her fiery pussy was something that Nancy hadn't felt in so long. He slithered up inside her silky tightness. The naughty feel was making her pant wildly.

"Oooooh, Eddie!"

"Can I get you off?" he whispered.

"You sure can!" she gushed as his fingers made wet sounds as he finger-fucked her.

The young man rammed his fingers up into her wonderfully wet and slick and tight fuck-hole a few times, then felt for her clitty. He rubbed his slippery fingers all round the inflamed tip of her erect joy-button using the same rhythm as she was using on his cock.

Nancy whispered with a boiling hunger for this young man. Her fist was pumping up and down in a fury, her other hand squeezing his hairy balls as she worked for that shower of hot cum.

Eddie's fingers were quickly bringing her up to the panting stage of passion.

"You're gonna make me come with you, baby!" she moaned as be started stroking up and down on her hard clitty. "God, Eddie! You're gonna make me come!"

"Jesus, Nancy!" he hissed. "I'm almost there!"

Her knees were getting weak as she approached the wonderful peak of her own orgasm.

"It's gonna shoot up all over the place!" he groaned.

"Come, baby!" she begged, her voice sounding frantic. "Let me see you squirt your cum, Eddie! Do it for me!"

Realizing that this lovely nurse was just about to reach an orgasm, Eddie applied more pressure on her clit. He fucked over the tip of her hard clit, trapping the slippery bud between his thumb and forefinger for a few awesome seconds. Tweaking the slick clit-knob feverishly, he massaged her throbbing hard joy-button.

Nancy's eyes were locked on the head of his cock. The piss-slit was gaping open as her hand slipped up and down. She felt the throbbing hardness jerking with more power as he got so close to coming. She waited anxiously, dying to see that aching spurt of creamy white cum-juice as it shot from the head of Eddie's lovely thick prick.

"Let it go, Eddie!" she groaned. "Shoot it up in the air, baby! Ooooh, now! I'm coming! Do it! Do it now!"

As her pussy clamped down around the two fingers that Eddie had rammed up into her climaxing tightness, Nancy began pumping his jerking cock faster and faster. Her fingers were rippling, moving in a milking rhythm as she felt his climax erupting.

"Get ready!" he growled.

"Ooooh, I am!" she whispered, her cunt-hole squeezing around his fingers.

The smooth cock shoved up hard, the purple head of his angry-looking boner swelling so big that Nancy was afraid it was going to split in two. She squeezed his balls. That did it. He came. God, did he come. His cock erupted.

"Oooooh, baby!" she gushed as the first jet of creamy white juice spurted up in the air.

"Pretty, pretty cum! That's it! Let it go, Eddie! Mmmmm! Give it to me! Ooooh, God!"

The burning hot liquid arched up high as the load of cum emptied from Eddie's balls. The fiery juice came back down over her wrist and hand. She didn't stop moving her hand, knowing that he had more to come.

"Yes, Eddie!" she hissed. "Come hard for me!"

He came and came and came. He was horny. Nancy's pumping fist made his cock squirt time and time again. His lovely fuck-juices covered her hand. It was dripping down over his thighs and his belly.

In the dim light of his room, she could see the glistening cum strung out in ropes of pearly white. Her flaring nostrils were drawing in the scent coming up from all the spilt jism.

She squealed as a final orgasm shuddered through her luscious body.

All the tightness in the young man's body seemed to fall away as his climax ended. The prick in her hand started to soften as the blood drained from the tube of his cock-flesh.

"Jesus!" he hissed.

"I'll be right back," she purred as she let the slimy softness of Eddie's cock slip from her fingers.

Nancy went to the bathroom and returned with a washcloth. She cleaned up his hairy belly and thighs. When she was done, she looked at the soft thing that had been so hard just a few seconds ago. She could tell that Eddie was embarrassed. He didn't know what to say.

"Did you like that, Eddie?" she asked.

"So did I," she confessed.

"Thanks," he finally said, his grin showing that he really meant it. "I needed that."

"If you get so horny that you can't sleep," she said, impulsively leaning over the bed to get a better look at the prick that she had just cleaned up with the warm washcloth, "give me a ring and I'll come down and take care of you."

"Really?" he gasped.

"Sure, baby." Nancy leaned closer and kissed the baby-soft tip of his cock. "That's what a nurse is here for, you know. Our job is to make sure that you get everything that you need. To make a patient feel better."

Licking out teasingly, the woman felt his hands reaching for the mounds of delight on her chest. Under her lips she felt his prick starting to rise again. Nancy knew that she couldn't take the chance of staying any longer than she already had, but she couldn't tear herself away right then. She wanted to see and feel his cock getting hard again under her soft nuzzling kisses. It did. In seconds Eddie's prick was a raging tower once more.

Nancy laughed as he tickled his cock with her tongue. His hands left her chest, but she could see that he wasn't happy about letting her go.

"You wouldn't believe how good that feels," he groaned, her lips still brushing over his hard-on. "I've never had a girl do this before."

"Maybe next time," she cooed, "I'll suck you off."

"Just a little?" he begged. "Now?"

"Okay," she agreed, dropping her mouth down once more, but this time opening her lips wide.

The young man finally got what he had been wanting. His big thick cock was glistening from her wet tongue-lashing only a few seconds ago.

Tightening her lips around the thick meatiness of his hard prick, the horny nurse took his cock deeper and deeper into her hungry mouth. Her tongue swirled, tasting his delicious male flavor. Moaning, she sucked her hot mouth up and down.

"Ooooh, that's nice," Eddie said.

"If I don't get my ass out of here," she hissed, "I'm going to crawl in bed with you, Eddie."

"I don't mind."

"Go to sleep, Eddie," she giggled as she covered the young man with the sheet.

"You sure you wouldn't rather stay here and take care of me again?"

"If I stay," she said, her eyes flashing in the dim light, "I'd do more than a hand-job, Eddie."

"I'm ready."

"So am I," she said. "But we're not going to do it. I'd get caught for sure. Now, go to sleep."

"Yes, Nurse. Nancy."

As she walked down the hall, Nancy licked her lips. A single drop of his sweet pre-cum was on her lower lip. The taste made her shudder all over as it melted on her tongue.

10 notes · View notes

ishallgood · 3 years

Text

Meet kali - meditation - 8/5/21

ahaha! and lo behold, the day after i complain of her missing, she appears. (secretly knew this would be the case). mm, during meditation i spotted a particularly lovely right eye - brown colour - a plain acknowledging look, as if to say "oh, hi, let's begin shall we?", like i was expected, like a nod to a colleague, an acknowledgment of co-existence.

these days i dont focus on the images. in the beginning id flip at all the images and things being show to me. i used to think that they meant something BIG. like i had super accelerated my spiritual journey. i was barely in it but i already wanted super powers. my mother loves me though.

kali asked me to study her. so i flipped to a wikipeadia page and got bored. the hindu spiritual texts piss me off cos its so complicated and i cant wrap my head around the compex sanskrit texts. the gita is a whole another story, no complaints, i love the way kanna explains concepts - but his origin story itself, i dont know how much i'd appreciate the technicalities of it all. like a little child i find myself cribbing that they dont have a "vedic spirituality for dummies" text. i bought a smart book for the gita and i havent touched it. i had bought it in the hopes of besting everybody else and even kanna himself with intellectual upgrade. that book sits quietly at the bottom of a plastic cover somewhere.

as of writing this piece i havent told anyone i started blogging. i fear it might make me switch gear to writing what other people want - than what i want, which is everything, i wanna write everything.

my head hurts cos i have so many verses, stories, blogs and ideas swimming around and they're so cantenkarous! oh goly. its like a prison mess with the prisoners bashing and clanking their utensils in sign of protest to the dictatorial regime of the Censor. the character that uses logic to decide whether their sentences of banishment to the mere confined of my inner cerebellum will be short or long. oh shit, we were supposed to dissect kali.

i asked her: how do i study you? she replied: channel me; i guffawed: no one will believe that im channelling you! do you want me labelled as delirious than crazy?; she diffidantly replied: as opposed to what exactly?; i told you, kali in my head is this rude bitch but die for you types. but i love this exercise of writing in the middle of some sea in the internet, bobbing up and down on a bandwidth. oh what a smart line. good job, ma. so kali kali kali.

who is kali? well, ask her - who are you? she slaps straight across my head (anime lover, i see) i'm your mother, she responds and huffs. my throat has gotten tight, a sign that im not speaking my truth somewhere. possibly with the handsome chap. dont know about him, only time will tell. kali, back to you - i am air, fire, wind (yes we know that ma - you are everything and nothing *yawns* i love you); she laughs, you're a spoilt child; i am your spoilt child, i wiggled an eyebrow. but seriously, ma - i dont know vedic scriptures like my friends do, they've been taught since they were kids! their diction in sanskrit is ooooh-la-la!; but what do you know, my love? she cocks her head to the side, her image represents Esdeath from Agame Ga Kill. suddenly i feel a rush of emotion as i realise that's why i love her character so much. i love Esdeath cos she reminds me of kali - not only because of her sexual inclination, but the sheer audacity with which she lives. deep within the inner child yearns more room to express herself. and cue the tears. oh, no. what vein have i struck now, pray tell? i wish i could reach towards Esdeath - look at her name, love, kali lovingly points out while a small tear bud tries to jump off my eyelid, oh, it succeeds only to be craddled by a finger. Esdeath - i googled her name - meaning "I am a sadist" - hahahaha! but no, kali meant "is death" in reponse to why i like esdeath so much. what kali represents to me is - destruction of the old, so i can awaken more and more into who i am. from the looks of it there's more and more to unearth, this truth.

oh! she is death. whenever i feel as though i am on my last foot cos of a cycle of death and awakening i can call on her. she is always present. kundalini, i am yet to study the correlation. from what i understand now kali = shakti= kundalini. in a vague way? idk i never feel competent to speak vedic stuff. but hey, i can speak what i have understood and are being taught as they are now. the snake man, the light being, the sparkle ball (oops! wrong name he might get offended) he sparkled only a few times today. but its never been as bright as that day when i was doing my japas and oh my! i could see him continuously shining like a ball to my left. i dont know what to call him yet. my right thigh complains. i wonder what other presents shiva will sent my way. oh thats right when i resume my japas with him maybe ill see an level up. hm.

im tired now. class ended. esdeath chuckles as she snaps her blue hair behind her and walks off, the image morphs into a beast with severed hands around its waist, not enough to cover her bare flesh. idk why they paint my mother as beautiful, she IS beautiful even without your makeup.

what did that handsome chap #2 say? "flow state"

periodot.

#spirituality #spiritualpath #spiritualjourney #kali goddess #vedicknowledge #conversation #journalling #diary entry

5 notes · View notes

xxpadfootxx · 4 years

Text

🐾Playing the Part🐾

Summary: No matter how much he tried to tell himself to snap out of it, no matter how much he internally screamed at his muscles to move, Izuku couldn’t do anything but stand and stare at the villain’s second in command.

~~~

There were not many things that could genuinely shock the famed Number One Hero, Deku. He had been a hero for long enough that even when there was something that surprised him, he could usually hide his expression pretty well, focusing on the task ahead and forcing himself to solve the problem in front of him before dwelling on whatever new discovery had shocked him to begin with.

But for the first time in his life, Izuku Midoriya was frozen, stunned by shock, anger, fear, and confusion as he took in the disastrous scene before him, his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open, slack jawed. The villain in front of him smiled wickedly, his eyes twinkling as he took in Izuku’s expression.

This couldn’t be happening. This could not be happening.

“Well well well, Deku, what do you think? Pretty cool, right?” The villain laughed as he gestured to the woman standing beside him, the woman whom, up until a moment ago, was someone Izuku would’ve trusted with his life.

No matter how much he tried to tell himself to snap out of it, no matter how much he internally screamed at his muscles to move, he couldn’t do anything but stand and stare at the villain’s second in command. She was dressed in black and brown fighting leathers, completely different from her usual brightly colored, flowy blouses and t-shirts. Her rosy cheeks had been dusted over with a pale foundation, making her face darker and less cheery. Her hair had been pulled back into a tight ponytail, only a single strand of her gorgeous chocolate brown hair hanging in front of her face, the piece having come loose in the midst of all of the fighting.

Ochako Uraraka. The woman he was best friends with. The woman he had grown up with and gone to school with. The woman who had told him years ago that she planned on becoming a hero to give her family a better life. The woman he was deeply in love with.

“Hello Deku,” Ochako said, her voice unusually cold and clipped, her lips parting into a terrified smile that made shivers run up and down Izuku’s spine. “Long time no see.”

Izuku’s mouth opened and closed several times as he fought to find his words. How could this happen? This could not be happening! He wanted this to just be some horrible dream so badly; to wake up and find himself curled around her peacefully sleeping form. But here she was, staring him down with eyes as sharp as daggers, blood dripping from the sword she held in her right hand, the blade glinting as she tilted it threateningly in his direction.

“What? Cat got your tongue?” Ochako sneered, her red painted nails gleaming in the sun as she gripped the handle of her weapon harder.

Gulping, Izuku finally managed to speak.

“W-What? W-Why?” Izuku closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Why are you doing this? What have you done?”

Ochako laughed at his questions, her wicked smile widening.

“Why? You’re asking me why? How pathetic, you really don’t know what to do with yourself do you? I’m doing this because this is who I am. I have always felt that this world needed fixing, and although in my youth I was too naive to see it, I have come to realize in my adulthood that violence is the only way to truly cause change.”

“What are you talking about!? You are not the Ochako I know! The Ochako I know has always been loving and kind, gently talking to people and learning about their problems, fighting for a world of peace! The Ochako I know is the sweetest person on this planet, she would never do something like this!” Izuku yelled, his voice strained with desperation.

“Wow, you really are stupid, Izuku,” Ochako said in a frigid tone that stabbed at Izuku’s heart like a spear. “The Ochako you’re talking about never existed. The life you have been living is nothing more than a lie. It’s pitiful really, how easily you fell into my trap. You were so willing to lay yourself down for me, to do anything I asked for no matter the repercussions, I almost feel sorry for you.”

Izuku gaped at her, his words caught in his throat once more.

“But in the end, I guess I could just never push away my true self. This image of me you see before you, this is who I am, and this is who I will always be. I have come to realize in my time with you how ignorant the heroes of this society are, pushing for a world of peace while torturing and killing the villains of this world, oftentimes harming them beyond repair, crippling them for life or sentencing them to a life of damnation. No world like that is worth fighting for,” Ochako said, her eyes glinting as she looked right at him, seemingly staring right into his soul.

Izuku could feel his heart being ripped to shreds, tears dripping from the corners of his eyes as her words slapped him over and over again. This couldn’t be true. This had to be some elaborate scheme, some sick joke to mess with him.

But in his heart he knew. This was no joke. Everything he was seeing, everything he was feeling, was real. He felt his knees buckle, the pressure of this particular realization too much for him. He landed on the ground, his head in his hands, not caring that the enemy could easily strike him down while he was not paying attention. He didn’t have the strength to look up anymore.

“Y-You used me…,” Izuku mumbled into his hands, more tears flowing down his cheeks.

“Obviously.”

Her crass response made him cringe, his sobs becoming audible enough to bounce off of the surrounding debris. His best friend, his seemingly perfect lover, they were gone, reduced to nothing but the form of hatred and death that stood before him. The original villain he had been fighting stood off to the side, keeping silent with a vicious smile on his face as he watched the scene unfold before him. Watching the great, unmatched hero Deku break.

“None of it was real? Your loving words? Your sweet nature? Your warm kisses and hugs? You meant none of it?” Izuku sobbed out, his hands still covering his face.

Silence was his response for a moment, until he felt a warm breath brush against his ear, causing him to shiver. He hadn’t even heard her come up to him.

“It was for the best,” Ochako whispered to him, ignoring him as his cries got louder. “But do not worry my love, the pain will all be over soon.”

Izuku had just enough time to look into her eyes, alarm and somehow even more shock flowing through his system at the implication of her words before he felt the cool bite of the blade sink into his chest. Izuku let out a gasp, his arms involuntarily wrapping around her waist, her own free hand coming up to grasp his collar.

Izuku choked a bit, blood spilling from his wound before he let out one last shaky breath, his eyes rolling back into his head as his form went limp. Ochako watched the light leave his eyes before standing up, releasing his collar from her grasp so his body hit the ground with a heavy thump.

Staring down at his prone form, Ochako’s eyes followed every curve of his now relaxed body before coming to rest on his lips. Leaning down, Ochako splayed her palm across his chest, the lack of his beating heart thumping against her hand causing her heart to flutter lightly. Narrowing her eyes, Ochako leaned forward and pressed her lips to his still ones, her heart fluttering even more at the lack of a reaction. He was normally so eager to kiss her back, the lack of movement was a clear sign to his death.

Removing herself after a moment of basking in the glow of her lover’s death; sharing their final kiss, Ochako smiled at the red lipgloss she left smeared on his lips. Reaching over, Ochako used her fingers to delicately close the lids on his lifeless eyes, her lips parted slightly.

“Goodbye, my dear Deku, sleep well,” She whispered with a light chuckle, continuing to kneel by his side as she felt her boss move up beside her. The villain remained silent, allowing her to mourn in her own, sick, twisted way.

“CUT!”

As soon as that loud declaration sounded, Ochako went to remove herself from Izuku’s body when he reached around suddenly and pulled her back down, silencing her protest with a kiss to her lips.

Ochako giggled when they parted, opening her eyes again to see her husband staring right back at her, his eyes shining brightly. She leaned down once more and gave him a quick peck on the lips before rolling off of him to talk to their director, who was making his way to them with a smile on his face.

“Perfect! Absolutely stunning performance by the two of you! It almost felt real!” Their director raved as he padded up to them, pushing his glasses up on his nose.

“Thank you Iida, it was your idea to have that twist at the end,” Ochako said, leaning down to help Izuku up from where he had crumbled to the floor during their performance.

Iida shook his head, his blue locks swaying as he did so.

“It doesn’t matter that I thought of the idea, you two were the ones who brought it to life. Good work to the both of you.”

“Thank you,” Izuku said, wrapping an arm around Ochako’s waist and pulling her against him, smiling at the small squeak she released at the contact.

Iida smiled at them before glancing at the clock.

“I think we have what we need, you two are dismissed for the day.”

The pair thanked him again before rushing out to their car, eager to head home after a long day of filming for their newest upcoming movie, a film about heroes and villains in a fight for survival.

“You know, if we hurry, we can pick up Ryoko from school,” Izuku said as they situated themselves in the vehicle and pulled out of the parking lot to the studio.

“Ooooh! Yeah, let’s go surprise her!” Ochako said.

Izuku and Ochako Midoriya loved their jobs as famous actors but hated the fact that it took up so much of their time. They were a family now, and they wanted to spend more time together. Unfortunately, their talent on the big screen oftentimes led to long periods of time away from their precious little daughter, forcing them to hire a nanny to collect their daughter from school and watch her until they could come back home in the evening.

The pair chatted idly as they made their way to their daughter’s school, both of them excited to see their little girl. Izuku drove a little faster than normal, eager to make it there on time. By the time they pulled into the parking lot, both of them were practically trembling in their seats, their eyes scanning the schoolyard.

“There!” Ochako murmured to her husband, pointing at a small girl with bright green hair and brown eyes, her gaze fixed on a praying mantis on the sidewalk, not paying attention to the cars moving through the lot. Clearing his throat, Izuku smiled and rolled down his window.

“Ryoko!”

The little girl snapped her head up before her whole face broke into the world’s brightest smile, scrambling to her feet to rush at the car.

“Mommy! Daddy!” She squealed.

Izuku and Ochako got out of the car, ignoring the stares of the people around them who recognized them from their movies and focused solely on their daughter as she sprinted at them. They both held their arms out for her and caught the squirming little girl as she launched into their arms with a joyful laugh, her tiny arms wrapping around their necks to hold onto them as tightly as she could.

Both of her parents embraced her in a giant hug, nuzzling her face and neck as she giggled, their hearts threatening to burst. They may work hard and they were definitely busy, but they never got tired of spending time with their daughter and her happiness was well worth their time. Coaxing the energetic girl into the car to head home, Izuku and Ochako gave each other a quick kiss before following suit and entering the vehicle, eager to spend the rest of the afternoon with the whole family together.

“I’ll call the nanny on the way home, let her know we’ve got Ryoko,” Ochako said as she buckled herself in.

“Perfect, thank you,” Izuku said glancing over at his amazing wife. “Hey, Ochako?”

“Yeah?” She asked, giving him her undivided attention.

Izuku swooped in and gave her a kiss on the lips, humming when she responded passionately and smiling when he heard his daughter make vomiting sounds from the backseat at their displays of affection.

“I love you,” Izuku said with a smile. “I know we play a whole variety of roles but I will always love you and you will always be my number one, remember that.”

Ochako smiled at him and cupped his cheek lovingly.

“I love you too, and the same goes for you, mister,” Ochako teased before pulling back to call the nanny, Izuku setting the car in drive to go back home, ready to spend the rest of his day playing his favorite role of all, a loving husband and father.

#mha #mha fanfiction #bnha #bnha fanfiction #my hero academia #my hero academia fanfic #izuku x uraraka #ochako x izuku #izuku midoriya #urakara ochako #izuocha-fanfic #izuocha

21 notes · View notes

yourdeepestfathoms · 4 years

Text

Weep For Yourself, My Man (you’ll never be what is in your heart)

Day 1- Maria

Definitely not my best work—I did poor Maria dirty, but it’s something!

Title is from Little Lion Man by Mumford & Sons because I apparently always associate with Maria when I hear it or need a title

Word Count: 1724

TW: Blood

———————

The “break room” was the entire cast’s safe zone and to be invited into such a haven alongside one of the queens was like an honor. But Maria always felt more giddy when it was Bessie who wanted her to tag along. Bessie was much more aggressive and prickly than all the queens combined, so to be trusted by her was like being given a chest full of jewels.

Upon stepping inside, the two Ladies were instantly bombarded by the smell of coffee. Anne and Kitty were already in the room, playing on their Switches at the round bar table against the wall. They paused whatever game they were playing together to greet Maria and Bessie with matching beaming grins.

Cathy and Aragon soon joined the group in the break room. For most of that period of time, the six of them just messed around inside, talking about what their plans were for the upcoming fall holidays and catching up on any good rumors.

Kitty soon jumped up, eyes glowing. “I want to go ice skating!” She exclaimed.

“Ooh, that sounds fun,” Cathy agreed with a nod.

“Doesn’t it?” Kitty was absolutely glowing with excitement at the idea. “We can go on a lake! A frozen lake!”

“I thought we were going to skate on one that wasn’t frozen,” Bessie mused sarcastically, earning a giggle from Maria and a playfully stern gaze from Aragon.

“Okay, smart alec!” Kitty said. “Let’s see your skating skills! Since you think you’re so good that you can skate on water!”

Bessie furrowed her eyebrows and tilted her head. “I never said that.”

“Ooooh, Bessie is scared!” Anne teased, causing a raging red blush to flare across Bessie’s face!”

“I am not!” Bessie barked. She yanked off her boots and actually began to slide around on the tile. Maria gave her an impressed look, while Aragon made a small, disgruntled noise.

“The floor is a little dirty...” Aragon muttered, but shook her head and dismissed it.

“Imagine Christmas, but instead of drinking out of cups, everyone drinks out of drench guns.” Anne then said with complete seriousness.

The others laughed loudly at that statement.

“That would look so weird. You would have to stick the probe down your throat and basically inject the drink into your mouth to swallow.” Bessie said.

“It would be funny!”

“What’s a drench gun?” Kitty blinked.

“It’s what people use to get medicine or fluids into an animal’s mouth.” Cathy explained.

“I used one before.” Maria said. “In our past life. For a baby horse. You have to stick your fingers in their mouth to open their jaw.”

While saying this, out of the corner of her eye, Maria noticed Bessie trying to find the drawer for a pair of large, sharp scissors that had been left out. A pang of fear jolted in her chest when she saw the gleaming silver blades.

“Elizabeth!!”

The bassist jumped and Maria suddenly regretted yelling because time seemed to slow down just long enough for her to watch as the scissors slipped from the hands they’re held in and plunged directly into Bessie’s foot.

An awful, piercing scream that Maria hasn’t heard in years ripped through the air.

The break room erupted into complete pandemonium.

Everyone is screaming. Bessie has collapsed into a shrieking ball of pain, her eyes bulging so wide they look like they might pop out of her sockets. Hot fountains of blood are gushing from the wound in her foot with the scissors sticking out like some kind of horrible monument to this moment.

“What’s up Jake Paulers,” Cleves said while walking inside. She froze when she saw what was going on. “Oh. OH!”

Aragon was the first to snap out of the panic. She dove to Bessie’s side, cradling her head in her lap to keep it off of the hard ground. She was crying, Maria realized; Aragon gently thumbed away her tears.

“It’s okay, darling, it’s okay,” She murmured gently. “You’re going to be okay.” She turned her head away from her. “Someone call 999!”

“M-maybe we should take the scissors out?” Kitty suggested in a shaking voice. She looked around for help, only to find that her cousin has backed away from the growing pool of blood dizzily.

“We can’t.” Cathy said. “We have to keep them in so the blood will clot. And we don’t know if they punctured any major arteries or vessels.”

“Then-then what do we do to help?!”

Bessie wailed, a high pitched sound of agony.

“SOMEONE CALL 999!!” Aragon yelled again. This time, the others stop floundering around like panicked wildebeests that were just shot at and did something. Kitty pulled out her phone to call an ambulance.

Aragon took off her jacket and haphazardly wrapped it around Bessie’s foot to try and stop the flow of blood, earning a sharp cry of pain from her daughter figure. It visibly broke her heart from the way her mouth twisted into a guilty, pitiful frown. She gently stroked some hair out of her face.

“I know, I know,” She said softly, “I know it hurts, but it’s going to be okay.”

She slid her arms under Bessie and hoisted her up bridal style. Bessie immediately curled up with her head resting on her chest, shuddering and shaking with pain.

During all of this, Maria is frozen. The sight of her dear friend getting stabbed and then her dropping to the floor kept replaying in her head. The only thing she’s thinking is: “What the fuck have I done?”

Aragon hurried out of the break room and to the lobby with the others on her heels. Workers in the hallway jump out of the way and stare in disbelief when they come by. Kitty is still blubbering on the phone. Blood drops are left in their wake.

Jane was one of those people in the hallway, as she was going to the break room to meet up with everyone. She gasped in shock and ran up to their side, asking about what happened.

“Bessie dropped scissors on her foot apparently,” Cleves said, equally as confused, but just as concerned as everyone else.

And it’s all Maria fault that it happened. That part is left out, even though it’s true. If she hadn’t yelled this wouldn’t have happened. Bessie had known what she was doing. Maria just wanted to protect her, but she ended up hurting her in the end.

This is her fault. They need to say it. The blame should be on her, not Bessie and her clumsiness.

“Someone should be on the way,” Kitty said, putting her phone away. She’s as white as a ghost. Adrenaline must have made her sound like she knew what she was talking about on that phone call.

“Good.” Aragon said, holding Bessie closer. She’s sobbing into her chest. The yellow jacket awkwardly tied around her foot is now dark red. “Jane! Drive everyone over to the hospital!”

No other instructions were needed—nobody dared to go against Catherine of Aragon when she was in such a state.

Aragon was the only one who was allowed to ride in the ambulance with Bessie, as she had refused to let go of her. Maria could have gone, too, but she couldn’t. It didn’t feel right, so she rode with Jane and the others.

Aragon had been glued to Bessie’s side the whole time, stroking her hair and soothing her through the pain. She was overwhelmed with worry, too scared to leave her side for a second. Her bond with Bessie really showed in those moments and Maria realized how close they actually were.

Closer than she and Bessie ever were.

Because Aragon would never make her drop scissors on her foot.

When asked about what happened, Maria spoke up to tell the doctors and the others who hadn’t been in the room about how she had startled Bessie, which caused her to drop the scissors. Nobody blamed her, so she had to do it herself.

That’s why she was pacing in the waiting room of the hospital, twirling a lock of hair like she did when she was nervous, muttering to herself. The others watched her with a pitiful expression. Jane was the one who eventually stood up to calm her.

“Maria?”

“What?! What?” Maria yelped.

“Breathe.” Jane set her hands on Maria’s shoulders. “Breathe, honey. You’re freaking out.”

“B-but,” Maria stammered. “Sh-she— Bessie—”

“—is going to be okay.” Jane lifted her hands to cup Maria’s face and smooth back her unruly hair. “Bessie is going to be fine, love. It wasn’t anything major.”

“B-but—” Maria doesn’t seem convinced. She’s trembling with worry. “Wh-what if a nerve was punctured? What if she can never stand again? What if her foot gets amputated?!”

“Oh, honey...” Jane murmured. “You have a lot of pent up anxiety over her, don’t you?”

Maria whimpered pathetically and lowered her head. “I-I can’t lose her again...”

She soon dissolved into tears and found herself clinging tightly to Jane. Instantly, warm arms are wrapped around her, holding her together as best as they could. They weren’t Bessie’s arms, but, for now, they would have to do for now.

Half an hour passed. Maria nearly toppled over when she leapt up when Bessie’s name was called. She followed the nurse into the back rooms, eyes widening when she saw the bassist lying in a hospital bed with her foot sewn and wrapped up.

“Hey, Mars,” Bessie greeted with a tired smile. “Good to see— oof!”

Maria practically catapulted herself onto the bed, wrapping her arms around Bessie and immediately bursting into tears all over again. Aragon, who had been sitting at the bedside, smiled softly.

“Bessie,” Maria wept. “Oh, Bessie— I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”

“Shh, shh,” Bessie stroked the crying girl’s hair comfortingly. “It’s okay, my love. It’s okay. I’m not mad.”

“B-but wh-what if you—”

Maria shut up when a kiss is pressed to her forehead.

“I’m okay, Maria. I promise. All I needed were a few stitches.”

“But you were screaming!”

“I had scissors in my foot!” Bessie laughed. “It hurt!”

Maria blushed. Bessie kissed her head again.

“You sweet girl,” Bessie murmured. “Thank you, my love. For being so worried about me. But never call me ‘Elizabeth’ again. It’s weird when you say it.”

#ladies in waiting week #six the musical #six the musical fanfic #six the musical fanfiction #six fanfic #six fanfiction #maria on the drums #bessie on the bass #catherine of aragon #katherine howard #anne boleyn #jane seymour #catherine parr #tw: blood

14 notes · View notes

green-ball-of-trash · 4 years

Text

Roman in The Closet by Himself!! Part 4

Word count: 2080

Ships: Prinxiety, logicality, remile, demus,

part1/part2/part3/part4/?

Warnings: Uncensored swearing, angst, mild mention of anxiety attack, self deprecation

Summary: Roman realizes just how much his friends care about him...

~~Ooooh this was a long one

Recap from part 2 (part 3 was a part about virgil’s pov): Remy helped the crying prince up to his feet, Roman leaned into him still sobbing his broken heart out. He felt like a dam had been broken and he didn’t think anything could stop the water at this point. He would have a fun time trying to explain this…..

Remy tried to hold up the near six foot Roman who was shaking like a leaf and crying like someone had died, Remy’s determination made holding up this buff cheeto puff an easy job though. He was trying to take as much weight off of Roman as possible, but Remy couldn’t take the emotional weight away that was pouring out of him at the moment. So much had built up inside of him over time that Roman just couldn’t take it anymore, he had felt like he was drowning for so long and he finally opened his mouth to let the water flow in. Roman may try to lie and dance around telling Remy the truth but Remy is not going to have any of it, he needs to know the truth. Roman might end up saying something that would ruin his life, or so he thought.

Roman had a million different excuses running through his head all at once that he couldn’t even think about how pathetic he must look, ‘he was supposed to be strong enough for everyone. How could he be strong for everyone if he couldn’t even stop himself from crying and fucking walk by himself for Zeus’ sake?’ Roman wept even more at that thought, mortified at his inability to even walk by himself. He felt so cold, maybe that was a product of sitting in the rain but his chest felt like ice and fire at the same time, the cold and warm air inside of him clashing together making the hurricane that was his thoughts.

He was impossible, he probably wouldn’t be able to form proper words for the next hour or so, still that didn’t stop him from trying to give Remy an excuse to this situation. It was pitiful what came out of his mouth however, “I-It’s… *sniff* be-bu…. *sob* *hic* m-many… *hic*...” Whatever he was trying to say was gently hushed by Remy, “shhhh hon, let's just focus on getting you to my house first, and then getting you warm and dry.” Roman responded with a shaky nod followed by more sobbing.

Remy finally reached his house, struggling to get Roman up the porch. He fumbled with his keys for a moment before flinging open the door, dropping his umbrella onto the ground without closing it.

They both heard Remy’s brother, Damien, yell from the living room “And in comes the jackass, from his day for jacking ass!” Remy had now idea what that meant, but he was focused on Roman, so all that he said was “That's nice Dee.” His tone was soft, filled with concern, it was quiet to the point where Damien almost didn’t catch it. This confused the blonde haired moron, his brother would normally yell at him that he was a ‘slithery bitch!!’ or something along those lines. Worried that his brother might have been hurt or something or another, he got up from his spot on the couch and went to check on Remy, Only to find a sniffling Roman who’s eyes held a steady downpour of tears just like the sky outside. The sight of this made Damien stop in his tracks, before panicking, “Roman?! What happened to you?! Are you okay? Was it-...” He quickly stopped his string of questions as he caught a glare on Remy’s face that read, ‘shut the fuck up or I will shut your fuck up for you’. Roman shook his head and buried his face in Remy’s hair as his body shook with sobs that he was desperately trying to contain, Remy didn’t seem to mind but Roman still felt guilty for getting tears in Remy’s purple hair.

Remy gave Roman a reassuring pat on the shoulder before turning to Damien, “Help me get him upstairs.” Damien immediately obliged, just as worried for his friend as Remy was. He went over to Roman’s right side and helped his brother support Roman’s weight. They both helped Roman up the stairs as they whispered words of reassurance to try and calm Roman’s violent shaking and sobbing. Their parents weren’t home at the time so they didn’t have to worry about bothering them. Roman wept, feeling so unbelievably guilty for causing them all this trouble. They are going to hate me because of this, they are going to hate me even more once they’ve forced the truth out of me of why I had been crying in the first place. They are never going to speak to me again. They are going to throw me back out into the rain now as soon as they knew the truth, I wish they’d would just throw me out already before they start asking questions. I couldn’t just have kept my shit together for a few more blocks and I could have cried in the comfort of my brother, but no, I lost it right there in the rain…. Dumbass. I’m so hopeless. His thoughts were spiraling a lot more than they had spiraled in a while and he found it very difficult to get a grasp on them. It was like something dark had been steering his thoughts and he had no strength left to take back the steering wheel.

Damien rubbed circles on Roman’s back in an attempt to comfort him, and it worked, slightly. The shaking in Roman’s shoulders seemed to lessen slightly and the stiff strain of his posture seemed to relax as the knots in his back seemed to melt ever so vaguely. The sobs and tears that still scoured his body, however, did not let up. They brought him to Damien’s room, since it was the largest, and set the weeping prince onto the yellow snake patterned bed. Remy went to go get Roman a dry change of clothes as Damien set into the spot on the bed next to Roman, making it sink under his weight, still rubbing soothing circles on Romans aching back. The only person to ever really comfort him like this had been his brother, since he had never really let anyone see this part of him none of his friends had seen the need to comfort him like this. It felt warm and calming, almost like they cared for him. How could they care for someone as incompetent as him? His detrimental thoughts only worsened.

Remy came back with some of Remus’ clothes that he had forgotten and left over the last time he had stayed with Damien, they were twins so Remy was confident they would fit Roman. It was a green hood and a pair of black pajama pants. He handed them to Roman, he motioned to the door on the other side of the room, “You can use Damien’s bathroom to change,” he put a hand on Roman’s arm and the other on his back, gently helping him up off the bed, they were acting as if he was glass and if they make the wrong move he might shatter “up you go.” Roman walked to the bathroom, he sobs had fallen to mere sniffles now. He had started to calm down, the gravity of the situation hit him as he put on Remus’ clothes, they were going to ask him why he was crying. The only answer that he had in his head was the truth, all of it, and he had no excuse believable enough to tell them. This is bad, he thought to himself as his heart rate picked up and the temperature on the back of his neck started to rise suddenly. What am I going to tell them? What am I going to do? Oh shit- he started shaking, as he realized he had started to hyperventilate, he immediately began to do the breathing technique that he had learned from Virgil to calm himself down.

Once he had calmed himself down a little, he went to the mirror to assess the damage that the tears had done to his face. His eyes were red and swollen, his cheeks had also suffered the same fate that his eyes had. Most of his face was just red, puffy, swollen, hideous- he stopped his self deprecating thoughts, regaining control of his mind for the time being. He got some tissue and blew his nose so his words didn’t sound nasally and muffled.

He threw the tissue paper into the bin, took a deep breath, and stepped out of the bathroom meekly out of the bathroom. Ready for the questions to start being thrown at him, staring at his feet. He waited for the interrogation, staring at his feet … But … None came, not yet at least. They wanted to give Roman a little more time to calm down before they started asking questions, they didn’t want to overwhelm him. Instead they guided him over to the bed and draped a blanket over his shoulders, Damien got the remote and turned on Beauty and The Beast (One of Roman’s favorite Disney movies) Roman loved Bell as a character, he had let on in the past that he had a bit of a fan-crush on her, but right now he was too exhausted to lie. They sat in silence, watching the movie. Once Roman started to laugh quietly at the movie, Remy’s and Damien’s worry started to lessen. Good, they thought to themselves, he’s laughing, that’s good. At least he has his mind off of what made him sad, for now.

Once they reached the end of the movies where Bell kisses the Beast to turn him human again, Roman begins to cry silently, not because it was sad (it was sad, that the beast was nearly killed, but that wasn’t why he was crying) he was crying because he was reminded of how handsome the Beast was when he is turned back into a human. He can’t take his eyes off of the Beast, he doesn’t even pay attention to Bell anymore. This reminder, that this is who he is (even though he knows it's not a bad thing) makes him so utterly sad. He starts thinking of all the possible ways his friends will kick him out of the group for ‘faking it to fit in’ or ‘hiding it from them for so long’ ‘if you really were gay, then why did you wait so long to tell us’. The tiny part of him that knew that they would never say that, was being drowned in his own self hatred.

Once the movie ended and Roman had wiped away his tears, the questions began “Roman…” Remy started, gently with his voice as soft as cotton like he was cooing a small scared stray kitten over to him, “...Why were you out there all alone, crying in the rain..?” he spoke slowly, almost as if he was scared that Roman might break into tears again. Roman shifted in his spot on the bed, pulling the blanket on his shoulders closely around himself. He thought for a moment, trying to say anything anything but the truth “I-it’s a…. Bit of a….. Um, confusing long story…” He pulled the blanket tighter around him, slouching in on himself. He was almost as anxious as Virgil. Remy sat up straight (he wasn’t- HAH) “Roman, did someone hurt you? If so I swear to fucking chr-” Roman spoke quickly, cutting off Remy before he could say anymore “No no no no, it wasn’t anyone…. Like I said it’s a long… Story.”

Damien suddenly ran strictmommode.exe, “Roman Prince, you had a full on mental breakdown in the rain, and couldn’t even form an actual sentence for at least an hour. Something happened, and we as your friends are extremely worried about you so plea-” He stopped as he saw the ‘shut the fuck up’ glare from Remy again. Remy placed a gentle hand on Roman’s shoulder, Roman started to tear up but he hadn’t let any tears fall yet. He looked back and forth between both of them slowly, before looking at Damien with a dead blank stare. Like his filter had been broken, he was so tired of lying, like some sort of ‘fuck it might as well die’ state of mind had taken him over. His whole body went cold. He might as well face the music. He stared at Damien with that dead stare for a few more moments… And then he said it. And as soon as he did, it was like his heart had fallen to the floor and he could barely breathe.....

….

“Guys…. I’m gay”

~to be continued

Please dont hate me for the cliff hanger!! I took so long trying to make this part perfect, I just decided to leave it at a cliff hanger. I hope you peeps enjoy this part, and you’ll just have to wait and see Remy’s and Damien’s reactions in the next part- (love you guys btw, hope you don’t mind the cliff hanger torture)

~Green

taglist <3

@lcrnbw

@just-emotional-trash

@korsaromantic66

@espepspes

@rats-this-username-is-taken

@mostpeopleannoyne

@icequeenoriginal

@www-dot-ohshit-dot-com

53 notes · View notes

balorclubbabe · 5 years

Text

Jealous

Seth Rollins/OC (smut): You and Seth have always been flirtatious with each other, but you’re waiting for him to make a move and ask you out. As things move along though, you discover that Seth has a tendency to get jealous and an even worse tendency to never want to admit it. (Includes: so much smut)

Ahhhh I’m so unbelievably happy that this is finally done. (Seth is still Intercontinental champion so that goes to show how fucking long this has taken me oops) For the life of me I cannot believe how long this ended up being. Thank you in advance for reading and I hope you like it!

Tagging the lovely: @1dluver13xx @racingandreigns @nothinginlifebutgreif @godlymissbalor and @never-sawft-princess

A huff of breath escaped my lips as I stood before one of the many tables in catering, eyeing over my options. The selection for the night wasn’t particularly expansive, so I decided on the not so exciting option of a pre-packaged salad. Besides, my nerves seemed to be suppressing my appetite.

As I went to grab a bottle of water, I could see from my peripheral someone moving closer to me from the left. “Hey you.”

My heart fluttered slightly at the voice. “Hey Seth. What’s up?” I turned to face him.

Seth Rollins is someone that I’ve had a massive crush on for I couldn’t tell you how long. I mean, how could you not? Besides being insanely good-looking, he was an absolute sweetheart who never failed to make me laugh.

I don’t know what you could classify us as though; definitely more than friends, but nothing had happened besides some playful flirting on a pretty consistent basis. A couple of weeks ago we had gone out to grab a cup of coffee, just the two of us and I had thought maybe, just maybe, he was going to ask me out but all I got was a kiss on the cheek and the promise of, “We should do this again sometime.”. Since then, the flirting had continued as usual, but that was really it. He hadn’t been acting any differently around me, so I wasn’t sure how to approach the whole situation.

“I caught the end of your interview with Owens. You did great.” He was smiling at me. “I mean, you always do great, but that was definitely one of your best yet.”

I tried to fight off the flushing of my cheeks and returned the smile. “Kevin carried most of it if I’m being honest. He’s great at pretending to be obnoxious. But thank you.”

Seth chuckled, “Yeah. He is.” A brief silence settled between us as we stood there, when Seth grabbed a bottle of water for himself. “I’ll catch you later?”

I nodded, “Yep. Good luck with your match.” And bumped my hip into his ever so slightly as I brushed past him, hoping he’d notice my sort of subtle attempt at flirting.

We parted ways, me heading to take a seat with Nia and Alexa, while Seth walked back to the other side of the room to finish his own meal, sitting down with Roman and Dean.

Alexa leaned closer to me once Seth was out of earshot as I took my seat. “Ooooh what’s happening later?” She was half-whispering, a look of excitement on her face. “A date?”

I rolled my eyes at the short blonde. They were seated fairly close to the catering tables, so it came as no surprise that the pair was able to eavesdrop on my conversation. “I wish. I have to interview him for a segment later, that’s all.” I frowned, suddenly having even less of an appetite as I idly stabbed my fork through my salad. “Besides, I’m pretty sure Seth only sees me as a friend at this point.”

“Oh please, anyone with eyes could see that he’s into you.” She gestured over her shoulder with a nod of her head towards Seth’s table. “He’s clearly not trying to be subtle.”

“I thought so too Lex. I mean after he asked me to get coffee that one time I thought…I don’t know, maybe he’d ask me out.” I shrugged my shoulders. “Maybe I’m reading too much into all of this? I mean, friends go and get coffee together all the time.”

Nia arched a brow, interjecting. “Hold up, you’re seriously waiting for him to ask you out? Girl, do you know what year it is? Just ask him out.” She made it sound like a breeze; I always admired her confidence in situations like this, but I wasn’t so sure I could ever muster up the courage to be so assertive and straightforward.

I laughed, “Believe me, if I had any idea what was going on in that head of his, I would totally consider it.” I pointed my fork in both of their directions. “Emphasis on consider.”

Shortly after I continued picking away at my dinner, my dear friend and fellow wrestler Zack Ryder entered catering. “Hey ladies, what’s going on?” and made himself comfortable, plopping down in the empty seat to my left.

Zack was one of my longest and closest friends, to the point where I’d consider him more like a brother. We had known each other way before WWE and thankfully ended up on the same brand this time around.

“Not much. Oh hey, great match by the way. Are you done for the night?” I quickly posed the question, hoping Nia and Alexa wouldn’t choose to let Zack in on our prior conversation. Mainly because I knew how prying Zack could be with this kind of thing.

“Oh girl I know you’re not trying to just change the subject like that.” Nia shot me a look before turning towards Zack. “Help us out here, Ryder. Don’t you think she should ask Rollins out?”

Zack sipped his protein shake, a giant grin spreading across his features. “Ooooh so you like Rollins huh?”

I shushed him, hurriedly clamping my hand over his mouth. Zack was naturally loud, he couldn’t really help it, but I still didn’t want the entire arena to hear him. “Shhhh!” My eyes darted around the room for a few seconds, relief flowing through me when I saw that Seth remained enthralled in conversation with Roman and Dean, having not heard Zack’s outburst.

Unfazed by my actions, Zack licked my open palm, immediately causing me to retract my hand. “Ugh not cool, Ryder.” I whined, hurriedly wiping my now sticky hand off on the front of his tank top.

“Sorry.” Zack laughed, draping his arm over the back of my chair. “They have a point, though. You should ask him out. What's the issue?”

“Hmm I don’t know, maybe completely embarrassing myself?” I mumbled. Why the hell did everyone make it sound so easy? I couldn’t be the only person on the planet to think asking someone out was hard. Was I just being a baby about this? “Zack please drop it? He probably doesn’t even like me as anything more than a friend.” I let out a sigh, my confidence once again tanking. “Who’s to say I’d even have a chance at all?”

“Hey come on, none of that.” Zack was smiling, but I knew his words were serious. Any time I would feel down about myself, Zack was usually one of the best people to cheer me up. I never knew how one man could be so optimistic so often. “You’re a total catch. Rollins would be a complete idiot to not realize how awesome you are.”

“Thanks Zack.” I smiled and gave his arm a squeeze, a sign that I appreciated his kind words. “Just do me a favor and don’t go screaming it to everyone in catering next time.”

Zack grinned, pressing a kiss to the side of my head. “Aww you love me and you know it.”

I glanced up again, wanting to triple check that Seth hadn’t overheard our conversation. I was met with the sight of his back as he walked out of catering, while Roman and Dean continued to eat. I breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that he probably had to rush off to get ready for his match.

I had just finished sitting in hair and makeup, adjusting the bottom of my dress so it smoothed down at my legs. I was rehearsing the upcoming segment in my mind; Seth was supposed to come backstage after his match with Ziggler, IC belt slung over his shoulder which would prompt me to ask who he thought his next challenger could be. Afterwards, he had a very short window of time before he was supposed to head back out in order to sit ringside with commentary during the main event, robbing me of another opportunity to try and be with him alone.

Meanwhile, Zack was lingering about, grinning at me as I checked my makeup in the handheld mirror one of the girls had let me borrow. “You excited for your interview?” I could tell by the look he was giving me that he was really asking if I was excited to be near Seth. And of course, like the nosey big brother-type he was, he just had to be front row for when it all went down.

I rolled my eyes playfully, “Oh be quiet. I don’t want to hear another word out of you.” I placed the mirror down on the table behind the cameras, affirming to myself that I looked presentable.

Zack laughed, “I’m kidding. It’ll be fine, just relax.” I couldn’t tell if he was referring to the actual interview this time or my impending conversation with Seth that I’d been hyping myself up for.

“Easier said than done,” I mumbled. I could see Seth coming down the hall as camera crew quickly hurried me into the proper position. I gave myself a final once over and took one final deep breath.

Zack shot me a wink and gave me a thumbs up before stepping back behind the camera guys, ready to watch the interview along with a couple of crew members and one of the writers for creative.

The cameras began rolling almost immediately, panning towards a sweaty Seth with a cocky grin spread across his face after I introduced him as “and still the Intercontinental Champion”.

As I held the mic towards him so he could speak, I tried to keep my eyes from wandering over his well chiseled chest. God he was so attractive it wasn’t even fair. There was no way in hell a guy like that could really be into me, right? I did my best to keep my focus on his words though; Seth proclaiming that he was a “fighting champion”, open to any challengers who thought they could take his title.

The cameras cut on the quick segment and I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. Besides the usual nerves that would settle in when the cameras turned on, Seth standing so close to me certainly wasn’t helping my anxiety.

Zack wrapped an arm around my shoulders, giving me a brief squeeze before releasing me. “Great segment, as always. You’re a natural.”

I could tell exactly what he was trying to do by his not so subtle over the top tone. Ever the wingman, Zack was giving the opportunity for a guy, in this case Seth, to take the bait and join in on the conversation. This would usually be followed by Zack running off. He’d done this several times at bars, sometimes against my will, mainly so he could pat himself on the back for trying to bag me a date.

My eyes drew to Seth who had a scowl on his face, “Yeah. Great work. Really.”

Before I could say anything else he abruptly made his exit, heading back towards his dressing room.

“Hey don’t sweat it, he has to rush back out there in a little bit.” Zack spoke quickly after seeing the frown form on my face. “Just grab him after the show. It’ll give you time to figure out exactly what you wanna say.” I took his words into consideration despite trying to fight off the disappointment I felt in the pit of my stomach.

I briskly made my way down the hallway, seeking out The Architect. The show had ended about half an hour ago and I hadn’t seen him since his quick exit after the segment we filmed. I knew he tended to take his time at the end of the night, meaning it was safe to assume he hadn’t left the venue yet.

Instead of running around backstage like an idiot, I figured my best bet was to ask someone, and luckily, the next person I happened to bump into was Renee Young. And I knew where Renee was, Dean had to be somewhere nearby.

Renee was out of her interview clothes, having changed into a pair of leggings and a comfortable looking hoodie, most likely belonging to Dean. “Hey girl. What’s going on?” She smiled at me as I approached her.

“Nothing much. Hey is Dean in there?” I motioned towards the dressing room that she had been lingering outside of.

“Yep! Just waiting for him to change so we can head out.” Renee frowned, probably noticing the anxious look on my face. “You ok?”

I paused before answering. I was ok…right? “Yeah. I just needed to ask him something really quick. Promise I won’t keep him too long.”

Before Renee could respond, Dean exited his dressing room, luggage in hand. “Hey. What’s up?” Dean gave me a friendly smile as he shrugged on his leather jacket, planting a kiss on his wife’s cheek.

“Hey Dean.” I did my best to return his smile. “Have you seen Seth around?”

Dean rubbed his chin. “Yeah, he just went over some stuff with Hunter so he should be heading to his dressing room. Don’t think he left yet.” He frowned, sensing that something was wrong. “Everything good? You seem…off.”

“I don’t know.” I finally let out a sigh, leaning against the wall. “I feel like he’s upset with me, but I don’t know what I did wrong or if I did anything wrong.” Dean and Renee had some knowledge of my feelings for the Kingslayer, but I’d be lying if I said I had ever been this obvious about it with them. At this point though, I was desperate. Besides, I knew I could trust the two of them to keep a lid on things.

Dean shook his head, “Don’t know if it’s any consolation but he hasn’t said anything to me about it.” and leaned against the wall as well, “I know it’s none of my business, but mind if I give you some advice?”

I nodded. “I’m all ears.”

“If I’m bein’ honest here, I think your best bet is to just be straight up with him.” At this point it really did feel like everyone was giving me the same words of wisdom, but I let Dean finish regardless. “Just go right up to him and say, ‘Hey, what the fuck is your problem, Rollins?’”

Renee lightly slapped her husband’s arm. “Maybe not those exact words.” before adding her own two cents. “But I agree. Best to be upfront about this sort of thing, you know?” She shrugged. “Who knows? Maybe it’s nothing after all.”

I let out a laugh at Dean’s brazen words but nodded, “Yeah, I may paraphrase a little bit, but thanks you guys. Wish me luck.”

I bid the couple a goodnight before hopefully going to find Seth. It wasn’t until I turned a corner that I saw him, heading towards his dressing room from the opposite side of the hallway. He was out of his ring gear and wore a pair of jeans and a dark hoodie, hair tied up in a messy bun. For a split second, he looked at me, or in my direction, before continuing his venture to his dressing room. That was all I needed to confirm my suspicions at that point; he was trying to avoid me.

“Seth wait up.” I sped up my pace to catch up with him before he could shut himself inside his dressing room. I knew that if I didn’t catch him now that I’d have to wait until the house show tomorrow. That is, if I even saw him there.

“What?” he practically spat, finally turning around to face me.

Ok I could deal with tired or a little moody, but he was being a straight up asshole right now. “What the fuck is your problem?” I hadn’t meant to say it quite like that, but I knew Dean would be proud at the very least.

He looked taken aback before quickly shifting into annoyance. “Are you being serious? My problem?”

“Yes I’m serious. Look, if you’re not interested in me anymore just fucking tell me so I can stop wasting my time. Because right now you’re acting like a dick for no reason.” I was trying my best to keep my voice from rising in volume, thankful no one was around to hear the two of us argue.

“Oh I’m sorry, didn’t realize I was wasting your precious time. I’m sure Ryder won’t be too mad at me.” He rolled his eyes, scoffing.

Wait…what? What the hell did he mean by that? “What does Zack have to do with any of this?” I raised an eyebrow at him.

“Look I’m not stupid, ok? I’ve seen the two of you together, how you’re always with each other every goddamn second. For fuck’s sake you two were all over each other in catering before in front of fucking everyone.” Seth sounded positively bitter, seething as he spoke. “And you really wanna talk about wasting time? Well you shouldn’t have wasted mine if you were already fucking seeing someone.” I could tell this was something that had been on his mind for quite a while.

Yet, I couldn’t help but let out a laugh at the ridiculousness of the whole situation. It all made sense now. The attitude, the short, rude responses? “You seriously think I’m with Zack?”

He frowned, eyebrows furrowing. “What? Why is that funny? You guys aren’t…together?”

I shook my head, “No, we’re not anything. Not even a little bit, Seth. We’ve known each other a long time, that’s all. He’s one of my best friends.” I gave him a look. “Just a friend.”

Seth blinked slowly, the realization of what was going on suddenly dawning on him. “Jesus Christ I’m a fucking idiot, aren’t I?” He let out a groan.

“Yeah. That sounds about right.” Despite the fact that it was all just one big misunderstanding, I still didn’t quite forgive him yet for being such an asshole. “I don’t understand why you couldn’t have just talked to me about this, Seth.”

“God…fuck I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have been such a dick.” He ran his hands over his face, letting out a long sigh. “I just thought we were really…sort of hitting it off and I was getting ready to ask you out, like officially, but I thought I fucked up and missed my chance.”

My façade broke and I couldn’t help but allow a small smile to show on my face. I was still annoyed at his behavior, but admittedly, hearing him confirm that my crush wasn’t one-sided was definitely a step in the right direction for me. “So…did you still want to ask me out?”

Seth’s eyes shot up from the ground to meet mine, clearly surprised by my change of tune. “Of course! It’s just…ah shit I had something really nice planned too.” He frowned again. “Was gonna take you out to this diner nearby after the show. According to Dean and Renee they got the best cheesecake in town and I remember you saying that’s your favorite dessert, so I thought we could…ugh god damnit I’m so stupid.”

I honestly couldn’t believe he remembered such an insignificant detail that I must have mentioned to him months ago. I think I had been bitching about how lacking the dessert table in catering was. I’ve always had a bit of a sweet tooth, but if I was going to have a cheat meal, then I certainly wasn’t going to waste it on subpar cheesecake.

Even though it was something so small, the thought he put into trying to set up our “date” pretty much melted away the rest of my irritation towards him. “Well I’d still be up for trying the best cheesecake in town. If the offer’s still on the table?”

I saw a slow look of relief cross his face. “Yeah. Yeah definitely. Just have to pack my things and get the keys to my rental.” He went quiet for a moment. “You…wanna ride there together? I got a car to myself tonight.”

“Sounds good. I’ll let Alexa and Nia know that I have a ride.” I could tell that Seth was still a little uneasy just by the cautiousness he spoke with. As if he were afraid he’d say the wrong thing. In an attempt to quell his nerves, I briefly took his hand and gave it small squeeze, offering him a smile. “Text me when you’re ready to go.”

I tried to play it cool as I walked away, instead of jumping up and down with joy. I managed to hold it together until I was out of sight, trying to calm myself down before my last-minute, unplanned “date”.

The brief car ride over to the diner was slightly quiet, but comfortable nonetheless. Seth and I chatted and made small talk pretty much the entire way there, and I could tell he was feeling less and less anxious by the minute as he drummed his fingers along the steering wheel.

When we sat down at the table inside the small, vibrant diner, it’s as if we hadn’t skipped a beat, falling into conversation easily, cracking jokes at each other mixed with a healthy amount of flirting. Also as an added bonus, it turns out Dean and Renee were correct because holy shit that was some of the best cheesecake I’d ever eaten in my life.

After our dessert, we drove back to the hotel, silent again as he walked me up to my room, which was on the other end of the hallway from his own. Seth had his hands in the pockets of his jeans, finally breaking the comfortable silence. “So…I’ll see you tomorrow, right?”

I smiled at him, “Yep, I’ll see you tomorrow.” We both stood there, unmoving, me waiting for him to walk back to his room and him most likely waiting for me to retreat into mine.

I could tell he felt like he was still slightly treading on thin ice, carefully considering all of his actions and words. “Listen, I was a fucking dick today and I feel awful. So feel free to tell me to go fuck myself but…” He paused, breathing slowly out his nose. “Would it be ok if I kissed you goodnight?”

My face flushed at his words, but I nodded, my smile unable to leave my face. “Yeah. I’d like that.” I did my best to remember the words of confidence that Zack and the girls had bestowed upon me, trying to give myself a bit of a mental pep talk. It’s just a kiss. It’ll be fine. Just relax. You’re an adult, you can handle a kiss.

He moved towards me, hands finding their way carefully around my waist as mine came to rest against his chest. Still, he hesitated, only leaning forward when I titled my head up, our lips finally pressing together.

The kiss wasn’t too long or too intense, pretty standard for what you’d expect a first kiss between two people to be. Yet my heart felt as if it were going a mile a minute.

Seth pulled back slowly, smiling still. “Goodnight.”

I bit my bottom lip, bidding him a goodnight and retreating into my hotel room, trying to contain my excitement as I hurriedly texted both Nia and Alexa, knowing they’d want the full detailed report of my evening.

A couple of days after our date, Seth took me out to dinner and was able to work up the courage to finally, “officially” ask me out. Soon after that, we went public with our relationship, much to the delight of our friends, especially Alexa and Nia, who took nearly every chance they got to let a few “I told you so’s” slip.

I was backstage at Raw, watching the ongoing match on one of the many monitors on display; Zack was in the middle of a heated match against Mojo, one of his first televised ones in a while. Zack had mentioned to me earlier in the week that he wasn’t thrilled with the matches he’d been booked for recently, feeling as if he wasn’t given the opportunity to show his full potential. Zack was usually the one to, well, hype me up if I was down, but lately it seemed as if he was stuck in a rut of his own.

This match, though? I could tell Zack was definitely getting his groove back. He was pulling off moves that I had never even seen him try, which explains his gym routine being more intense than usual over the last week or so.

I hurried to the gorilla to meet him as soon as he pinned Mojo for the three count, practically throwing my arms around him the second he stepped backstage, despite the fact that he was sweating profusely. “Zack that was incredible! You both did amazing!”

“Aw thanks!” Zack chuckled, squeezing me tightly. “Glad all my hard work finally paid off. Here’s hoping this’ll get me to the main event soon enough.”

I planted a kiss on his cheek, pride swelling through me at how happy he looked with himself. “I’m so proud of you, seriously. That was a great match.” and released him so that the others in the gorilla could move to congratulate him and Mojo on a match well done.

As I turned around, I saw Seth, leaning against the opposite wall maybe 10 feet away, looking none too pleased. I brushed it off though, smiling as I approached him. “Hey you. Excited for your match?”

His arms were folded across his chest. “Yeah. Sure.” He said rather curtly, his eyes looking past me rather than at me.

“Babe is everything all right?” My eyebrows knit together in concern as I placed a hand on his upper arm.

“Perfectly fine. Why don’t you go congratulate Ryder a little more, though?” The tone of his voice was cutting as he lightly jerked away from my touch. “I’m sure he’d just love that.”

My concern quickly faded away as I realized what Seth’s problem was. Don’t get me wrong, dating him was beyond wonderful; he was funny and sweet, and all around a fantastic boyfriend. But in the few months we had been together, I discovered that sometimes he could get jealous, to the point where it would cause fights between us. Usually it wouldn’t be so bad, hell I’d even go so far as to call it healthy- but lately it seemed to be happening more and more frequently.

“Really Seth?” I couldn’t hide the annoyance in my voice. “This again?”

“What do you mean this again? Sorry I’m not okay with my girlfriend practically throwing herself at another guy right in front of me.” He rolled his eyes.

“I mean this again as in I thought we went over this. Zack is one of my best friends, and that’s it.” What made the fights even worse was that probably half the time they would be about Zack. Why does he keep texting you? Does he really need to talk to you that much? That, and about a dozen other different complaints that I could rattle off. “You’re really jealous because I wanted to congratulate my best friend on his match?”

“Jealous? Please.” Seth, still very visibly annoyed, scoffed, as if the idea were really that ridiculous. “I don’t get how I’m the bad guy here. You could’ve congratulated him in a way that didn’t involve you being all over him.”

“You know he’s seeing someone right?” I raised an eyebrow at him, my hands now resting on my hips. “Because it’s not enough for me to go ruining my own relationship, but apparently I’m also trying to ruin someone else’s, right?” My words were practically dripping with sarcasm, but I couldn’t help it. I was beyond the point of caring if me dishing an attitude back bothered him.

Seth let out a huff of breath, muttering out a “whatever” which translated roughly to “I don’t want to talk about this anymore”. That was definitely the worst part of the fights; most of the time, Seth would realize that he was being a little ridiculous, but instead of admitting it, he’d stop talking all together, making the entire fight drag on much longer than necessary.

Usually I’d just let him have time to himself to think it over, but I was over him doing this. And when we’re at work no less. I didn’t exactly want our co-workers getting an in-depth glimpse into our relationship. “Yeah, whatever. I’m done talking about this.” Brushing passed him, I headed towards my dressing room, doing my best not to stomp my feet in frustration on the way there. If he wasn’t going to talk this out like an adult, then I certainly wasn’t going to push it. Especially not here.

After a few seconds I heard the sound of quick footsteps behind me. “Where the hell are you going?” Seth had hurried after me once I rounded the corner, away from potential prying eyes and ears.

“I’m getting my stuff and I’m going to the hotel for the night.” I didn’t bother turning around to face him as I continued walking. His match was next, and I had planned to stay and watch as I always did, but right now I didn’t want to deal with him being like this.

“Babe don’t-”

I stopped and turned around once we reached my door and held my hand up, signaling for him to stop. “No Seth. I’m not doing this right now. Not here.” I knew it probably wasn’t the best idea to go too long without talking about this, but this was a conversation that I didn’t want to have at work. “And for the record, you don’t see me getting like this with any female friends of yours. Funny how it only applies to me, huh?”

I hadn’t meant to sound so harsh as I said it, but it was true; we both had friends on the roster of the opposite sex, but I’d never gotten jealous over him talking or hanging out with any of them. Yet if someone like Finn ever said so much as “hello” to me in passing, it would usually lead to another argument between Seth and I.

It was silent between us for a few seconds in the empty hallway, Seth clearly having no idea what to say. We had bickered about this before, but I think he could tell that this time around I was truly fed up with his actions, not so willing to just let him brush it under the rug like he usually tries to do.

I took a deep breath, squeezing my eyes shut (mainly to keep the tears at bay) before looking at him again. “I’m getting a ride back with Nia and Alexa. Good luck with your match.” And with that I closed and locked my dressing room door behind me. Seth was truly stubborn in many ways, and I knew he didn’t like leaving situations like this unresolved, so it was only a matter of time before we’d end up talking about this, but now was not the time.

Alexa and Nia had finished their respective matches for the evening but hadn’t left the arena yet. Thankfully they had room in their rental, so I packed my things and met with them in the parking lot.

“Thanks for giving me a ride, guys. I seriously appreciate it.” I piled my things in the trunk and settled in the backseat of the van.

“No problem girl.” Nia, who was behind the wheel, glanced back at me before starting the ignition. “Sooooo are you gonna tell us what’s going on? Your texts were a little vague.”

I let out a sigh, “Seth and I got into a fight...again. Lately it feels like if another guy so much as looks at me, he gets upset. Usually it passes after a little bit, but I think this was the worst fight we’ve had yet.”

Alexa turned around to face me from the passenger seat, frowning. “Was it about Zack again?”

My phone buzzed, and I glanced down to see a message come across my screen. Speak of the devil, Zack had texted me, no doubt wondering where the hell I went off to. He of all people knew that I usually stayed the entire show unless I was really tired.

You left already? Is everything ok?

I typed out a quick response before answering Alexa.

Yeah. I’m riding back to the hotel with Alexa and Nia. Tell you about it later.

I knew Zack would be worried, but I didn’t feel like going into detail about this whole situation with him just yet. Especially over text. “Of course, what else?” The girls were well aware of the fights that Seth and I would have, so this wasn’t new information to them. “I just thought this would’ve stopped by now, you know? And when I try to talk it out with him, he pretty much shuts down on me.” Another vibration, Zack, who is no doubt the fastest texter I’ve ever known.

Alright. Here if you need anything. :)

“I know it’s frustrating to try and get through to him when he gets like that, but he needs to realize that this isn’t something that is going to get better if it’s ignored.” Alexa spoke softly. “You need to really sit him down and make sure this is a two-sided conversation; it can’t be just you trying to fix it.”

I nodded, “I know. It’s just…I’ve never walked away from him like that. And now I’m wondering if I took it too far.” I hurriedly wiped the corners of my eyes before any tears could fall. I was never the type to let a problem sit and stew for too long, especially something like this, but Seth could be so damn frustrating when he got like this.

Alexa squeezed my hand comfortingly as Nia spoke. “You have every right to be upset with him, especially since this is something you two have talked about more than once. There’s nothing wrong with giving each other some space to think.” She paused, before adding, “I’m almost positive he’s doing his fair share of thinking right now.”

We pulled into the parking lot of the hotel, each of us grabbing our bags and heading up to our floor. I politely declined their offer for an impromptu girl’s movie night, which I would normally be up for, but I was suddenly feeling more exhausted than I had thought.

Alexa pulled me in for one last embrace, with Nia following suit. “I promise it’ll all work out. Rollins is stubborn as hell, but he’s crazy about you. Just give him time.” Nia nudged my arm playfully before letting go of me. “And if you need the two of us to straighten him out, we can do that too.”

I giggled, bidding the pair a goodnight before settling into my room. A part of me wanted to turn on Raw and tune into Seth’s match, which would just be starting, but I decided against it. Stripping out of my clothes, I threw one of Seth’s shirts on and crawled into bed. Initially, I was going to wait up for him to get back so we could talk, but my eyes felt heavy and before I knew it, I felt myself drifting off to sleep.

I don’t know how long it had been since I had dozed off, but I stirred awake awhile later at the sound of the room door creaking open. I could tell Seth was trying to be as quiet as possible as I heard faint rustling on the other side of the room, which was probably him changing for bed.

I kept my eyes closed, hoping I’d be able to fall back asleep. Shortly after I felt a warm body crawl under the covers next to me from behind, followed by a pair of arms wrapping around my midsection. “Hey princess. You awake?” Seth whispered.

I almost wasn’t going to answer and pretend to be asleep, but I mumbled out an “mmhmm” as he adjusted so that his chest was pressed against my back.

I felt the warmth of his breath on my neck as he nuzzled into me, his stubble tickling my skin. “Sweetheart I am so fucking sorry. About everything.” He paused for a second before continuing. “I know I get upset over this kind of shit way too easily. But that’s something I need to deal with. It’s not fair that I take it out on you.”

I stayed silent, still conflicted over the whole situation. Again, a part of me wanted to be petty and ignore him, but I knew the sooner that we had this discussion, the better.

“Fuck baby, please say something? Anything? What do I have to do to make this better?” I could hear the frustration in his voice as he pleaded. I could tell just how bothered he was by my lack of response.

Finally, I flipped over on my other side to face him, seeing the hurt in his eyes as I sat up. “It means a lot to me that you apologized but…this isn’t the first time we’ve had this conversation, Seth.” I took a deep breath, trying to fight back the tears that I already felt coming on. “How am I supposed to feel knowing that my own boyfriend doesn’t trust me?”

He was still laying down, adjusting so that he was on his back, rubbing both hands over his tired-looking face, “Sweetheart that’s not true. Of course I trust you. It just gets…hard for me to watch other guys be so close to you.”

“Seth, I love you, I really do. But I don’t want this to be an issue anymore.” I sighed, running a hand through my hair, my eyes shifting away from him. “If you really did trust me like you say, you would trust that I wouldn’t let anything, or anyone jeopardize what we have.” I paused for a moment, choosing my words carefully. “I’m with you for a reason, Seth. But if I don’t have your trust like you have mine, I don’t know how we can ever move past this.”

When I met Seth’s gaze again, his eyes were wide. “Wait. What did you just say?”

I was about to get annoyed at him for not listening to what I had said and tell him to fuck off and go sleep on the floor, but then the realization of my words dawned on me before I could. To be honest, they were out of my mouth before I even realized it. “Oh shit.”

Seth scrambled so he was sitting up, the light from the moon shone through the window, showing me just how surprised he looked. “You love me?” He asked the question as if he could hardly believe what I had said was true.

I closed my eyes briefly before exhaling through my nose and nodding. “I do.” It wasn’t that I was afraid of him not returning the sentiment, but this wasn’t exactly how I pictured this conversation going. Admittedly, I’d felt this way for a while, but was never quite sure how to bring it up to him.

The brief silence between us felt as if it lasted an eternity, and I was starting to think that this was the beginning of the end. As I felt tears begin to well up in my eyes once again, him saying my name broke through the quiet of the room. “Baby girl look at me. Please?”

I sniffled, hesitating. I didn’t want things to end like this. I didn’t want the gentle, awkward way he was probably going to say that he wasn’t ready for us to use the “l-word” with each other. That it was too much, that we moved way too quickly for the time we had been together. That maybe we would’ve been better off as just friends instead.

The panic within me quickly subsided however, when Seth’s fingers brushed my tears away, tilting my chin upwards so that my eyes met his. “Hey. Please don’t cry.” He scooted forward to gently grasp my face between his warm hands. “I love you too. More than anything. So much that it fucking scares me sometimes.” He paused, sighing. “Maybe that’s why I get like this; I’m so afraid of losing you. You’re the best god damn thing to ever happen to me.”

I placed a hand over one of his, feeling a small smile break out on my face. “Seth you’re not losing me. I promise, I’m not going anywhere.”

He let out a breath, nodding before pressing a kiss to my forehead. “I’ve been such a fucking dick tonight. Let me make it up to you.”

I wasn’t sure what he meant until his mouth moved lower, stopping at my collarbone, causing me to shudder. “Seth-”

“Please, baby?” His lips were warm and wet against my skin, mouthing over the spot he knew drove me absolutely crazy. “Let me show you how much I love you. Show you just how much you mean to me.” He bit down gently, soothing the now marked area with his lips and tongue, while his hand wandered down my back, groping at my ass.

I bit my bottom lip, trying but failing miserably to hold back a grin. “Well how can I say no to an offer like that?”

I could feel him smirk against my neck, “Lay down for me, princess.” I obeyed, falling flat on my back as Seth kissed me deeply and slowly, his thumbs hooking in my panties before sliding them off my legs and tossing them away. I inhaled sharply as his fingers finally brushed against my wetness, providing me with some relief. “Shhh don’t worry, I got you.” Seth chuckled before lowering himself, adjusting until he was in between my legs. “Going to make you feel so damn good, sweetheart.”

A loud moan escaped my lips as he easily slipped a finger inside me, followed by a second one as his other hand squeezed my thigh. Sometimes it felt like he knew my body better than I did, knowing exactly where and how to touch me. I hadn’t even realized just how aroused I was until his hands began to wander.

“Look at you, princess.” I heard him chuckle before leaning forward, delivering a slow, sloppy lick to my clit, causing me to nearly jolt off the bed. He held me still though, pumping his fingers in and out of me so agonizingly slow I thought I’d go crazy. “Already so fucking wet for me. I love that I can get you like this.”

“Only you.” I managed to get out as fingers curled inside me, drawing another moan from my lips. His digits were moving in just the right way as his hot breath washing over my most sensitive area sent a shiver up my spine. One of my hands entangled itself into his dark hair, letting loose the bun he had piled atop his head.

“Oh yeah? Well lucky me.” He mumbled before moving in again, his tongue burying itself in between my folds. It traced zigzags over my clit, alternating speed and direction whenever I’d let out a moan or buck my hips against his warm mouth.

I let out a desperate sounding whine as he continued to devour me, eyes never leaving me as he did so. He always got off on watching me come undone because of him, the noises I’d make because of him. He also loved ordering me to keep my eyes open, so I can see exactly what he was doing to me. “Oh fuck Seth, please!”

“You gonna cum for me?” His mouth was still pressed up against me as he spoke, the vibration causing me to jolt. He chuckled again, clearly not needing a verbal response, “Fuck yeah, you are.”

He continued his actions with fervor, setting a harsh pace as I came against his mouth with a loud cry, my back arching off of the bed.

He didn’t stop though. Even with my thighs squeezing around his head as his beard roughly brushed against me with every lick. “Again.” His tone was rough and demanding, drawing another moan from my lips. “Cum for me again, baby girl. I’m not stopping ‘til you do.”

I was already beyond oversensitive, so it only took a few more harsh strokes of his tongue and his fingers scissoring inside of me before I was crying out again, my second orgasm running through me like a freight train. Having released his hair, my fists wrapped themselves up in the white sheets beneath me as I did my best not to suffocate him between my legs.

Finally, he moved back up, his beard and chin coated with my arousal, a cocky grin spread across his face and he pressed a long kiss to my lips, allowing me to taste myself. He was always so damn pleased with himself after making me cum once, but twice? Seth Rollins called himself “the man” for a damn good reason, and he wasn’t ashamed to admit it.

“God I just love the noises you make for me.” He unceremoniously tore his shirt that I wore up over my head and threw it nearly halfway across the room before our lips hungrily met again.

I kissed him back eagerly, my fingers fumbling between us before they found their target: the waistband of his basketball shorts. I couldn’t help but whine as he shook his head, grasping my wrist gently and pressing a kiss to my palm. “Another time, sweetheart. I’m not done making it up to you yet.”

I whimpered in protest, arching my body against his, feeling just how hard he was and hoping he’d cave in. “I don’t know, I think letting me suck your cock would be a pretty good way of making it up to me.”

He growled, nipping my bottom lip. “God damn I love it when you say such naughty things.” He smirked, shaking his head slowly. “But not tonight, baby.”

“Seeeeeeth.” I didn’t care that I was reduced to begging; I was desperate to touch him, taste him, something- but he wasn’t budging. In a last-ditch effort, my free hand wandered down in an attempt to touch him again, but he quickly grabbed my other wrist, pinning them both above my head.

“I’m not going to have to tie you up, am I princess?” He raised an eyebrow at me, anticipating my response. “Unless that’s what you want tonight?”

Usually I’d welcome the idea of him restraining me, but tonight I needed to touch him, needed to feel his skin underneath my hands, and I didn’t want to risk that being taken away from me. “No.” I let out a small huff. “I’ll be good.”

He switched to holding my wrists above my head with one hand, an easy task considering how much larger his hands were than mine, “You sure about that?” His free hand pushed his shorts down, far enough so that his cock sprang out, so rock hard that it almost looked painful. I subconsciously licked my lips when I saw it, and he took notice. “Oh this is what you want isn’t it, baby? You want this cock inside that tight pussy, don’t you?”

I nodded furiously, biting my bottom lip as he grasped himself at the base, rubbing his tip up and down against my folds, coating himself in my arousal. Thankfully it seemed like he wasn’t planning on teasing me for the rest of the evening, and after a few seconds he sunk into me completely, causing my eyes to nearly roll to the back of my head as I practically sobbed out his name. I flexed my fingers, digging my nails into my palms, hoping he’d let me touch him soon. I wasn’t sure I could survive the torture of being restrained while he fucked me tonight.

It felt like an eternity before he decided to move again, rolling his hips just the right way as he drew himself all the way back out before immediately driving his entire length back in up to the hilt. “Ugh shit you feel good.” He buried his face in my neck, sucking and biting wherever he saw fit, not caring that he was definitely marking me up a decent amount. “Never gonna get enough of how fucking tight you are.”

Finally, he released my hands, allowing me to wrap my arms around neck while his hands grasped onto my hips, angling himself so that he could thrust into me almost effortlessly. He let out a low grunt against my skin with every movement, his grip on me only tightening, which probably meant some minor bruising in the morning. “Fucking shit baby. Going to give you exactly what you need.”

As a lover, there were times where Seth would switch between methodically slow lovemaking, and rough, fast-paced fucking. And don’t get me wrong, I was a huge fan of both for different reasons, but as far as him giving me exactly what I need? The day had taken an emotional toll on the both of us and I honestly just wanted him to fuck me so hard that we both forgot about it.

And apparently, I didn’t even have to ask for it. Seth suddenly halted his movements, and before I could complain, threw both of my legs over his shoulders, allowing him to drive even deeper inside of me, brushing against my core with every pump.

With an unrelenting grip on my thighs, he picked up the pace again, bottoming out with each and every thrust. And I knew he had to be tired from his match earlier, but he sure as hell wasn’t letting it show. It felt like he was pouring every ounce of strength into holding me in place while his cock drove into me over and over again.

“Fuck Seth-!” I gasped out, as his movements effectively cut off whatever expletive or noise was about to come out of my mouth.

“That’s right, princess.” His movements began to get more and more frantic as he fell out of his rhythm, and I could tell he was agonizingly close to his climax. “God damn, you feel too good. Not fair you have me ready to cum so soon.” I could practically see the wheels turning in his head as a smirk spread across his lips. “Looks like I’m going to have to fuck you a few more times tonight to really make it up to you.”

One of his arms unhooked from around my leg, only to move between us, circling my sensitive bundle of nerves at a much harsher pace than before, desperate to bring me to another climax before he reached his first. “Think you can give me just one more, baby girl? Think you can cum for me one more time before I fill you up?”

I nodded frantically, biting my bottom lip so hard I swore I could’ve drawn blood. I felt my third orgasm of the night roll over me, my fingernails digging into his shoulders as my head fell back into the plush hotel pillow, a string of wordless moans and noises escaping me as he practically began to drill himself into me.

“That’s right baby, fuck here it comes, gonna fucking fill you up so good.” The rest of his words drifted off into a growl under his breath. He let out one last loud groan as his hips stuttered, emptying himself inside of me.

Pushing his now frizzy and sweat-dampened hair out of his face, he released my legs, setting them back down onto the mattress before collapsing next to me.

I let out a breath, feeling my heart rate starting to gradually slow down. Safe to say, that was one of our most intense lovemaking sessions to date, with both of us lying there worn out and well-fucked.

“Hey.” Seth suddenly rolled me over, pulling me close to him so I was laying on top of him, our skin sticking together. “I know I said it before, but I really am sorry.” He kissed me again, this time softly. “You were right, I was jealous. A stupid, jealous asshole.”

I returned the kiss with a smile, “I forgive you. Thank you for apologizing.”

“I promise I’m going to do better. Not just for you, but for the both of us.” He squeezed my hand, pressing a kiss against my wrist. “I love you so fucking much, and I’ll do anything to make this work.”

I smiled at him, trying to keep myself from tearing up again. At the end of the day, that was all I ever wanted for the both of us.

He kissed me again, standing up and heading towards the bathroom. “Gonna jump in a shower. Wanna join me?”

“Maybe.” I let out an exaggerated moan as I cracked my back, shooting him a flirty smile. “Only if you promise to scrub my back after leaving me so sore.”

I heard him cackle from beyond the cracked bathroom door, “Oh sweetheart, if you think you’re sore now, just you wait. You’re not going to be able to walk to the car tomorrow when I’m through with you.”

I heard the sound of water running and just as I stood up to join him, a knock sounded at the door. I raised an eyebrow; who the hell would be at our door so late? Hopefully not someone from a neighboring room or hotel security complaining about all of the noise Seth and I had made.

I hurriedly gathered Seth’s t-shirt and my panties and threw them back on. I peered through the peephole, seeing that it thankfully wasn’t a disgruntled hotel patron, but Zack. He was definitely more of an early bird, so him being awake and at my door this late was odd to say the least.

Thinking that something could possibly be wrong, I hurried and opened the door to greet him. “Hey, everything ok?”

He folded him arms across his chest, clad in a plain black t-shirt and a pair of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle pajama pants. “I should be asking you that. You weren’t answering your phone and I got worried.”

“Ahh shit, sorry Zack.” I frowned, suddenly feeling a little guilty. I had completely forgotten I had promised to talk to him later, and it was now technically way beyond later. “I left the venue and ended up turning in for the night earlier than I thought.”

“Now you’re lying to me? I’m hurt.” He grinned, gesturing to my neck, where some very visible hickeys were now scattered. “Unless Rollins is a vampire that feeds on you while you sleep?”

I felt my face flush, playfully slapping his arm. “Shut up. Isn’t it past your bedtime anyway, grandpa?” Fuck, how was I going to explain this to the girls in make-up? Maybe I could go with a scarf tomorrow? Or a turtleneck?

He laughed, holding his hands up in defense. “Hey, you said you’d tell me what was going on later and it is later. But judging by…” he again used his hand to gesture to my entire face/neck area in a circular motion. “You seem to be doing just fine.”

I opened my mouth to give him a brief explanation of my texts from earlier, but Seth’s voice interrupted me before I could. “Water’s warming up, princess. Hope you’re not too worn out because I’m gonna bend that cute ass over and-”. Seth’s words cut off as he stepped out of the bathroom (thankfully with a towel around his waist) his eyes going wide after seeing that we were no longer alone. “Oh uh hey Ryder.” He awkwardly scratched his beard. “Sorry man, didn’t hear you come in.”

“Sorry bro, I was just leaving. Didn’t mean to interrupt your night.” Zack chuckled, turning to leave, “I’ll talk to you in the morning, we can grab breakfast if you’re not too worn out. That goes for you too, Rollins.”

Trying desperately to hold back my hysterical laughter, I bid my friend a goodnight before closing the door once again.

Seth let out a loud sigh, wrapping his arms around me from behind. “I guess it’s a good thing I decided to put a towel on.”

“Hey at least he didn’t see you naked.” I laughed. “My fault though. Forgot to text him earlier and wasn’t expecting him to come by so late.”

Seth didn’t speak for a second, before shrugging his shoulders. “No worries. He wanted to check up on you. That’s the type of person you should be friends, you know?”

I opened my mouth to respond but decided to say nothing. It made me happy that he was already seemingly more open to Zack. Breakfast tomorrow could also be a promising step in the right direction. Hell, maybe the two of them would end up as friends. “So…what were you saying about that shower?” I asked coyly, tracing my fingers over his forearm.

“The ‘scrubbing your back’ part, or the ‘bending you over and fucking you’ part?” He leaned his head forward, his lips pressing against my skin again. “Because I could go for both.”

“Hmm,” I pretended to be mulling it over, but I think he knew I had already made up my mind. “I think I like the sound of both too.”

“I told you sweetheart,” He paused, giving my ass a light slap guiding the both of us to the bathroom. “I still have a lot of making up to do for tonight.”

#seth rollins #seth rollins smut #seth rollins imagine #Seth Rollins one shot #Seth Rollins fic #WWE Fanfic #wwe fanfiction #wwe smut #wwe imagine

393 notes · View notes