in the presence of my savior

Loyalty (Negan x Male)

Summary: Rick’s younger brother meets Negan. He’s trying to be strong, but finds himself having a moment of weakness.

Characters: Negan x Male

Word Count: 1,826

Warnings: NSFW and Swearing

Author’s Note: This fic was requested by anon:

“Could you write one where male reader is Rick’s younger sibling and Negan doesn’t meet him until the first time he comes to Alexandria and Negan is like, starstruck?”

This is my first time writing m/m so hopefully it’s not horrible. I’d like to imagine that if Rick had a brother, he would be as hard-headed and determined as the other Grimes family members.

Please let me know what you think! You can message me anytime! I LOVE feedback!

Originally posted by thewalkingdead

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Every time my father prays
for me, I picture my lover–
the carvings of gods,
gracing my bed naked
with her presence and I wonder
how come adoring her,
offering flowers
on her feet is a sin?
But when she touches
me is when I feel
that a savior has come
to rescue me.
—  kabalintunaan // paradise
Artemis Fowl, The Musical: Who Is Artemis Fowl? (AKA Opening Scene)

Thanks to our friend Hannah here, we have an opening scene. Send in your reviews and comments on how to improve this!

*The stage is dark and the curtains are closed. We hear a timid but strong female voice over the speakers.*

Holly: Artemis Fowl? Well, I don’t know where to begin. It all really started in Ho Chi Minh City, in the summer. Sweltering by anyone’s standards.

*Then there’s like this eerie violin music undercut by drums. Which of course I can’t describe very well since I don’t read or write music unfortunately, I do tech theatre with lightning, sound design, sets, and props. All that good stuff.*

Argon: How does one describe Artemis Fowl? Various psychiatrists have tried and failed. The main problem is Artemis’s own intelligence. He bamboozles every test thrown at him.
He has puzzled the greatest medical minds, and sent many of them gibbering to their own hospitals. There is no doubt that Artemis is a child prodigy. But why does someone of such brilliance dedicate himself to criminal activities?
This is a question that can be answered by only one person. And he delights in not talking. Perhaps the best way to create an accurate picture of Artemis is to tell the by now famous account of his first villainous venture.

                                                (Rest under the cut)

*The lights come up on stage, there is a gold-colored color gel in the floodlights which sets the tone and gives the stage a surreal effect, maybe even a few smaller, reflective lights in the body of the floodlights’ glow to add to the “magical” feel. The music gets louder when the lights go up. We hear voices of the entire chorus (which is really only three people) whispering “Artemis Fowl.” The curtains sweep back and we see Artemis and Butler walking from center right towards center center. The set is the alleyway and cafe from book one chapter one.*

Artemis: I hope this isn’t another wild-goose chase, Butler. Especially after Cairo.

Butler: No, sir. I’m certain this time. Nguyen is a good man.

Artemis: Hmm.

*The two men take a seat at a cafe table and pantomime conversation. The lights go down slightly.*

Argon (Louder and faster this time. Almost a rap, but not quite):  I have put together this report from firsthand interviews with the victims, and as you will see, this was not easy. The story began several years ago, at the dawn of the twenty-first century. Artemis Fowl had devised a plan that could topple civilizations and plunge the planet into a cross-species war.

*Drums get louder and drown out the violins and the lights brighten again. Another man enters from the cafe doors upstage center, Nguyen Xuan. Once he enters, the music goes back to normal.*

Artemis: Well speak of the devil.

Nguyen: (Now directly across from Artemis’s table.) More tea, sirs?

Artemis: Spare me the theatrics, and sit down.

Nguyen: (Turning to Butler.) But, sir, I am the waiter.

Artemis (Tapping the table for attention): You are wearing handmade loafers, a silk shirt, and three gold signet rings. Your English has a tinge of Oxford about it, and your nails have the soft sheen of the recently manicured. You are not a waiter. You are our contact Nguyen Xuan, and you have adopted this pathetic disguise to discreetly check for weaponry.

Nguyen: It is true. Amazing.

Argon: He was twelve years old at the time.

Artemis: Hardly. A ragged apron does not a waiter make.

(Nguyen sits.)

Artemis: Let me fill you in on the weapons status. I am unarmed. But Butler here, my … ah … butler, has a Sig Sauer in his shoulder holster, two shrike-throwing knives in his boots, a derringer two-shot up his sleeve, garrotte wire in his watch, and three stun grenades concealed in various pockets. Anything else, Butler?

Butler: The cosh, sir.

Artemis: Oh, yes. A good old ball-bearing cosh stuffed down his shirt.

(Nguyen sips his tea with shaking hands.)

Artemis: Don’t be alarmed, Mister Xuan. The weapons will not be used on you. No, Butler could kill you in a hundred different ways without the use of weapons. Though I’m sure one would be quite sufficient.

Root (A full on rap now. I apologize):
Guess it’s true we didn't  know what we were dealing with
He’s just a boy
He couldn’t possibly do what he says he can
We knew for sure that there was no threat, we had peace of mind
But everyone needs to have a chance to be wrong once or twice
It’s only nice when things don’t come crumbling down
Stand back

Chorus: Stay back you don’t know what you’re dealing with!

Holly: All’s well that ends well if it really ends. But it isn’t fair to pretend that you don’t make an impact, on a boy lost and floating through this world. Alone and afraid and ruthless and cruel.

Artemis: And now to business. You answered our web advertisement.

Nguyen: Yes, Mister … Master Fowl. What you’re looking for … I know where it is.

Artemis: Really? And am I supposed to take your word for this? You could be walking me straight into an ambush. My family is not without enemies.

Nguyen: No, no. (Pulls out photograph.) Here, look.

Holly: How could the boy who never learned to trust anyone become the only one who his parents could trust? To save them from everything that had happened, to make the world right or turn the world on its head. Well I suppose it’s easy if you do it right. But it’s a hell of a ride and you’ll never get out ahead.

Artemis: Hmm, explain.

Nguyen: This woman. She is a healer, near Tu Do Street. She works in exchange for rice wine. All the time, drunk.

Artemis: Very well. Lead on, Mister Xuan.

Nguyen: Information only. That was the agreement. I don’t want any curses on my head.

(Butler grips Nguyen around the back of the neck and all three men stand)

Artemis: I’m sorry, Mister Xuan, but the time when you had a choice in matters is long since past.

*The men freeze completely this time and the gold lights shut off to be replaced by three spotlights. One is center right on Holly, and two are center left on Root and Argon. The other actors do not react to the fairies’ presence.*

There’s something brewing up and I’m losing my mind
There’s a plan on the way and we’re running out of time
The child who’s ready to take over the world
He’s going to fight and take us all for a whirl
No one knows just what he thinks but pray you never get a glance
If you know what I mean
A disaster and a savior, both at the same time
And we know that you’re dying to find
What’s his name? Who’s the man, that will make our world explode?
Who’s ready to fight and who’s going to fly?
Who is Artemis Fowl?!

*The spotlights shut off and the fairies exit. The lights come back up as ordinary stage lighting and we hear city sounds instead of music in the background. The rest of the scene plays out the way it’s written in the book.*

Mod’s Note - I would like to thank Hannah again for this wondeful work - thanks for giving us an opening scene! 
P.S. I really wanted to use this in the opening scene or somewhere else in the play - can anyone tell me if the track is compatible?

Marry Me, Negan - Chapter 10

Title: Marry Me, Negan

Synopsis: Being tired of constantly having to fight for your life, you decided to offer Negan a proposal. A marriage proposal.

Characters: Negan x You/OC


Note: Here’s a long overdue update lol. Huge shoutout to @hopingnottocry​ for giving me major major inspo for the plot!!! Thank you, thank you! And thank you to everyone who’s been waiting for this update. This was my very, very first Negan fic that I posted here so this story has a special place in my heart. And for you guys to constantly ask for an update really means a lot to me. <3

Chapter 10 - Not ‘Okay’ but Not ‘Not Okay’

Even after you and Negan had reconciled, you couldn’t really say that things were back to normal between the two of you. Your emotions have been tearing you apart, you were still mad but at the same time your weren’t. Your mind’s been telling you that no, you shouldn’t just forgive him like that. But your heart was telling you otherwise. Now you were stuck in the grey area of your feelings; you felt like you were in limbo, floating around in search for answers to questions you didn’t even know existed.

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December 4th: Christmas Proposal

This is a christmas present for two, and I hope y’all are okay with it. It’s my first time writing for my red-headed heart throb as well. Anyway, Merry Holidays @bn-hero-academia-scenarios and @unbreakable-red-riot ! I hope this story brings you even a hint of the joy your pieces bring me

Character: Kirishima Eijiro

Please enjoy a fluffy Kiri-story!


“You’re late!” You screamed at the complete stranger about to walk by. Grabbing onto his forearm you pleaded with your eyes for him to play along. “Where have you been? Honey, I’ve been absolutely worried sick.”

Looking between you and the other male standing behind you, the currently unnamed individual caught on to the ploy. Wrapping his arm around your lower back, he pulled you towards him with a toothy grin. “Sorry, my phone died. I couldn’t let you know I was running behind schedule.” He teased the bottom of his lip, acting as if he was a playful boyfriend.

Which was exactly what you needed. “I guess I’ll forgive you. You are normally so punctual anyway.” You lightly smacked his shoulder, not daring to move from the tight embrace he held you in. Fearful of your ex trying to do something drastic.

You turned back to look at him, pretending you just recalled his presence. “Oh! Where are my manners.” You smiled innocently, “Honey, this is my ex. Remember the one I told you about with the attitude problem? The one who never knew a good thing when he had it but would go nuts as soon as anyone else wanted it?”You leaned into the stranger’s figure, noticing how big his muscles were and high-fiving you for a fantastic random pick of a savior.

“Oh yea,” He smirked, “The block-head, right?”

Laughing at his comment, you did not notice your ex tensing up.

His face boiling over in anger. He mumbled something under his breath before walking away.

The boy still held you in his arms as he yelled at your ex’s retreating figure, “Don’t bother her again you pea-brain!”

You couldn’t help but continue your giggling.

“So, do I at least get the name of my pretend girlfriend?” He asked. And, while his words would seem smug coming from anyone else in your life, they just seemed to be sugar on his lips.

“(L/N) (F/N),” You supplied, “Thank you for that. I kept telling him to leave me alone that I was meeting someone and he just wouldn’t budge.”

The stranger kept his light smile, but something in his eyes changed.

Too bad you were busy rambling to notice. “Not that I actually was meeting anyone. Hahah please. My family would practically die if I brought someone home with me. Being the helpless single romantic that I am.” You forced a laugh at your own misery as you pushed away from the kind stranger. “But I’ll be sure to tell the tale of my knight with red-locks! I’m sure it’ll do wonders for the little ones who aspire to be heros.” Your smile became real as you recalled all the little children in your extended family.

“Would it help inspire them if I was actually a hero?” He shylyl proded.

You nodded your head, a little too lost in thought.

“Well,” He cheekily grinned, “I can always come tell the tale myself.”

Your eyes shot out wide as you looked at the taller male. In an attempt to answer you relented to being a stuttering mess.

He quickly took back his offer, “Sorry, that was way to forward of me. It’s just you’re cute, and I think putting yourself out there like that in hopes that a stranger would help was really brave and bravery is really awesome and manly and not that you have to be manly or anything but…”

“Hang on,” Now you cut him off. Stopping his rambling instead of catching your own. “I never said you couldn’t come.” You gave him your own smile, “But I can’t really bring a stranger home for the holidays. What’s your name?”

The boy in front of you face-palmed, and you were slightly concerned with his well being. However, your worries were quelled as his smiled back at you, eyes so close they looked shut and mouth wide showing his pearly white, sharp teeth.

He did a gentlemanly bow, “Kirishima Eijiro, at your service.”

You put your hand on his shoulder, and laughed. Attempting not to double over in a more embarrassing fit of joyfulness.

“Nice to meet you, Kirishima-san.”

The happy expression never wavered after that. The entire walk to where you were meeting your family was spent jovially in conversation and by the time you got there you no longer felt like Kirishima was a stranger.

_______ Time Jump _________

“(F/N)!” You heard your name being called as soon as you opened the bedroom door.

Answering, you yelled back, “Yes?”

“Five minutes!”

You quickly rushed through your final checks: hair, check; clothes, check and check; shoes, check. Every part of your outfit came together wonderfully.

It had been a year since you and Kirishima met. A little more than six months since he asked you to be his partner. And, today he was headed back into the hellfire that was your family get together.

He was so excited to be sharing this experience with you, and not just as the random guy who saved you from your ex. But to share it with you as your other half.

He had been planning everything.

Talked to your friends on how to do it. Received permission from your family, because it was the manly thing to do of course. And, even completely paid off the perfect ring.

Which sat snuggly in his breast pocket, thank-you-very-much.

It was going to be the perfect night.

As long as you agreed.

Riding along in the car, you could tell your boyfriend was nervous. You didn’t know why though. “Kiri-honey, you’ll be fine! My family loves you! Literally, they tell you every time they see you. And! They tell me every time I talk to them!”

He quickly sent you a smile before turning back to the road.

After some time of rocking out to your favorite music alongside your partner, you finally pulled into the venue. You still were semi-upset that your parents changed locations on you. The family Christmas event had taken place at the same place for years, and now all of a sudden they wanted to change it.

At least it was somewhere you and Kirishima were familiar with.

“Oh Kiri, look. It’s just as beautiful as when you brought me on our first date.” You smiled, watching the snow white scenery roll by. “Obviously, a little different because of the snow, but beautiful nonetheless.”

He smoothly pulled your hand in his, up to his mouth. Pressing a light kiss over your knuckles before saying, “Yet, it and nothing else can compare to your beauty.”

You scoffed at his compliment. Knowing that if you refuted him he’d just continue, so instead you decided to turn the tables. “Except you in that suit in tie.” You sent him a wink and scrambled out of the vehicle laughing.

He tried jumping out after you, but as soon as he rounded the end of the car, he slipped on a patch of ice.

Thanking your lucky stars for his quirk and fast reflexes, you reached down to ask if he was okay. Only to notice a velvet (favorite color) box laying in the snow in front of him.

Kirishima quickly glance between you and the box. Huffing out a breath that seemed to mean ‘well there goes my plan’ he moved to a kneeling position and picked up the box.

His red eyes bore into your  (e/c) ones, and he took a deep breath.

But you were impatient, and excited, and cut him off before he could even ask. “Yes, yes ,yes! Of course yes. Oh my, Kiri! AH!” You were squealing and his smile grew, he stood up and opened the box to put the ring on your finger. As soon as the task was done, you pushed your arms out of the way and kissed him.

Like it always was, the kiss was sweet. Your superhero boyfriend always let you lead at first, until his own hunger needed satisfaction.

You two pulled away when you suddenly heard clapping and whistling.

“Couldn’t wait till you got in the doors, huh son?” Your uncle joked to the red head.

He sheepishly smiled and explained that you had seen the box too early.

Looking down at you, Kirishima knew that he could get lost in the sparkle of your eyes for the rest of his life. “But, I did the most manly thing I could. I got the person I love to love me back.”

He gave you a tight hug before leading you and your family back into the hall for your annual Christmas event.

Both of you smiling like idiots that entire night.

my skin has always
been three sizes too
small, drying out
national levels of
tapestry holding
nothing more loosely
than the floral scent
of your presence in
my palm, time is a
savior I’ve been waiting
to rotate languages with,
yet you’ve always been
the song I knew by
heart the very first time
I heard it - baby, it isn’t
love if you have to
decide if you’re

ready for it

His Demon Inside

Summary: I was never really close to my twin brother. I really love him, but we only shared a normal siblings relationship. But everything changed when I discovered I was a witch. I started feeling things, emotions that weren’t mine, anxiety rising. Nightmares with a shadow with no face but only bandages. A demon. All theses nightmares and that pain belong to someone else. They belong to my other half, my twin brother. And he’s suffering a lot. I need to help him, only I can save Stiles.

Pairing: Sister!Reader x Stiles

Requested? Yes, by anon.

Word count: 1367

A/N: Sorry for the wait! I hope it’s want you wanted! This was a song fic request based on the song My Demons By Starset. The gif isn’t mine.

The ship is slowly sinking
They think I’m crazy but they don’t know the feeling
They’re all around me,
Circling like vultures
They wanna break me and wash away my colors

I don’t want them, they look at me, they surround me, they want to hurt me. I know he’s there and he’s looking at me with his face covered with bandages. He has no eyes, but I know that he looks at me in the shadows while all the others surround me. They call me mad, I’m not crazy! I only want to go home, it’s so cold, it hurts, I want to go home, why am I so cold? No one can understand me, nobody knows how bad I am and how alone I am.

And I wake up screaming.

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| Long-Awaited Savior: Part Nine |

Holy mother dick, guys. I have been struggling to put this chapter together for the last 2ish weeks and just could not find the inspiration to finish it. It’s currently 5:00am. I have been up all night, and I finally found the inspiration. Fitting that my 600th post is a new chapter. Action, tension, pain, tenderness, a literary blueball ending… this chapter has it all. Cheers.

Check out previous chapters and the Masterlist

Characters: Negan (JDM) x female reader, Jovana (OC)

Word Count: 4,000 (If it was gonna be long as fuck, I was making it an even number)

Heads up: language, mild violence, verbal threats, teeny tiny hint of smut

Chapter Summary: After being caught by a man named Rick and his two companions, it’s up to Jovana to alert the Saviors before they catch her or decide to kill you.

Part Nine: Rescue & Realization

You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to slow your pounding heart as every muscle in your body tensed. You felt your machete being yanked from your hand and watched as it was tossed several feet away. The sound of their heavy breathing seemed to surround you as the man’s voice spoke again.

“You stay here with her and find out where she’s from. Daryl and I are going to chase the other one down. If she tries to run, you know what to do.”

The barrel of the gun was replaced with the cold edge of a blade against the side of your neck. As the two men ran off towards the buildings, you chanced a look down at your leg. Judging by the amount of blood saturating your pants, you had a feeling the internal sutures were torn as well as the surface ones. The excruciating pain wasn’t helped by the fact that you were still on your knees. You shifted ever so slightly to move your weight to your left leg and were met with added pressure from the blade.

“He said don’t move. I’d listen if I were you.”

You sighed deeply and contemplated your options. Remaining silent was one of them, though it most likely wouldn’t help your situation. Pleading for mercy was another, but the thought of that alone made you cringe. Your ears perked at the sound of another piercing whistle echoing through the air, and you could’ve sworn you heard distant shouting.

Where are the fucking Saviors?

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Friends - Rosvolio one shot

Rosvolio + one of them defending the other to their households and they get closer to falling in love.

On Ao3


Benvolio’s face flushed red with anger and shame; both his jaw and fists clenched shut. He cast his eyes downward, not wishing to see anyone witness his humiliation.

“That is enough!”

Rosaline Capulet’s voice echoed in the room and Benvolio’s head snapped up. He watched in awe as she strode toward his uncle, her delicate finger pointed at Lord Montague’s chest.

“Don’t you ever speak of Benvolio like that again.” His fiancé’s tone was low and threatening – the rage shone forth from her dark eyes.

“He is the best and most honorable man I know. You belittle him at every turn yet here he stands, ready to do what he must to end a war and bring peace to his city. That is what it means to be noble.”

The Montague lord tilted his head, his eyes narrowed at the woman in front of him. “I think you’ve said quite enough, Lady Capulet.” The sarcasm dripped from his tongue like honey.

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go ahead,
let yourself linger by the window.
sigh at the bright oranges and reds fading into soft purples and pinks.
take a deep breath when you walk down that same cobblestone road day after day
and wonder at the sun gracing your face.

go ahead,
sit in the nook in your kitchen and let your soul sing- literally sing!
let the praises and questions and wonderings of your heart burst through the air unto God.
sit in the same nook where you cried and cried tears of gaping loneliness,
now praising the Lord for holy laughter shared among friends.

my friend, go ahead,
never stop gazing at the huge markt kirche downtown,
its demanding presence and beautiful bells making melody to your long walks home.
stop and grab an eis,
savor every single sweet drop on your parched tongue.

go ahead,
daily tell the Lord that you trust Him with all the magnificent uncertainty in your life.
what room to surrender! what space to release control!
discover a new intimacy with your Savior, as He reminds you of each time He has come through for you again and again and again.

go ahead,
smile at the faces of those sweet teenagers and open your ears to each word they are desperate to share.
close your eyes and drink in the sound of Germans praying in their native tongue-
you don’t understand each word… but then again, don’t you? you know that your soul beats with theirs, longing for Jesus Christ, Lord of your life.

go ahead,
be bold on that train ride and share of your life in Him!
listen and laugh and tell stories of His faithfulness unfolding all around you.
gaze out that window with life simply speeding on by,
greens and blues swirled into one.

go ahead, my dear soul,
take in every single moment.
for it is going by much too quickly.
linger in the presence of Jesus.
linger in the presence of friends that have become family.
go ahead, my friend,
soak up the sorrow and the joy,
for in the morning it will shape into a new day, a new character,

a new chapter, calling your name.

—  nm. (Germany)

anonymous asked:

What are the little people in ToG? I imagine little gnome-like people, but they're probably like the size of children.

You know. There is probably a right answer to this. Or a more historical, folklore answer to this. So I’m going to default to @sarahviehmann because she would be the one to ask. She might not see this though cuz she is currently basking in the presence of our Queen and Savior Leigh Bardugo. (IMSTILLNOTOVERITNOPENOPE)

But my answer is that size-wise they probably maybe lie somewhere between Barbie doll size and garden variety gnome size. I don’t recall ever reading, or coming across, anything in my studies that indicated they were child size. Maybe 1 year old size at biggest??? But I have not delved into European fairytales and folklore to the extend that @sarahviehmann has. She is the expert here. This falls outside my area of knowledge.

anonymous asked:

together literally every day AU with Kylo please

You got it!

Kylo Ren + together literally every day AU

Carefully eyes trailed behind the swarm of black fabric that went by, attetion ceasing to be found for work. Of course this was quite typical when the Commander, Kylo Ren himself walked into a room, this time however, it was different. Instead of a trail of intimidated and fearful gazes following him, they were riddled with curiosity. Curiosity as to what in stars was going on with their commander.

All anyone had ever heard of the Commander was his brooding and hostile energy. Or how he preferred to remain in solitude if it meant avoiding general interactions that were not absolutely necessary. Yet here he was, walking side by side with a new recruit through the halls, seeming to be in absolutely no rush. It might have appeared normal on one occasion, but week after week after week of observation, it was something that drew attention. 

Who was this recruit? How did they get the Commander to tolerate their presence not only for a few minutes but for seeming hours every day? 

Kylo grinned from under his helmet, “I suppose you are to thank for the savior of a near fatal data breach?”

You smiled back as you tried to contain your enthusiam and pride over the whole situation, “I am, it was however by accident Commander.”

“Accident? How does one accidentally stop a data breach?”

“Well sir, I tried to remember what I learned at the academy but that had not been my area of expertise, nor a skill I had truly learned.”

“You hadn’t learned how to stop a breach? What information did you use then?”

“The scarce amount of information I had from the academy and quite frankly, random instinct.”

Kylo’s mask released a strange but obviously amused huff.


A heat subtly burned behind your cheeks at the Commander’s praise, “Thank you.”

Seeing you and Kylo approach Hux rolled his eyes. If there was one thing he despised almost as much as spending time with the Commander, it was seeing him as he was now. Distracted. The Resistance was only picking up speed now as the First Order scrambled to get back to normal operations. Ren was obviously not as bothered by the lack of speed in preparation as Hux was.

“Commander. The Supreme Leader seeks your presence.”

Kylo turned his helmet towards Hux slowly as Hux could practically feel the glare that would be coming through the visor. Turning back to you for a moment Kylo rolled his shoulders ever so faintly.

“I have a meeting to attend to. We will speak at another time.”

You gave him a nod, “Of course Commander.”

Almost instantly as you walked away Kylo’s body language changed. He loathed spending any more than 60 seconds in Hux’s presence, why was he being tortured today? 

“The Supreme Leader wishes to speak with each of us about our dealings on the new base as of late. I suggest you prepare yourself to be disappointed.”

Kylo’s brows furrowed from under the helmet, “What kind of assumption is that General?”

Hux sneered subtly, “You aren’t the only one who’s taken notice of your new friend.”

Though Kylo’s legs kept carrying him, he felt as though everything within him had frozen. 

Pride and Prejudice and Wrestling

Pride and Prejudice and Wrestling – Part 1

Characters: Seth Rollins x Reader, Sasha Banks, Bayley

Summary: When a superstar Hollywood actress (The Reader), interacts with WWE Superstar Seth Rollins at Monday Night Raw, sparks fly. Can Rollins overcome his pride and convince the reader to take a chance on him when she’s still recovering from a nasty scandal caused by her cheating fiancé?

Warnings: Lots of flirting, angsty longing and maybe some bad words.

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a wrestler, in possession of good talent, must be in want of a Championship.

Chapter 1: First Impressions

He was just as egotistical as he seemed on tv.

It was impossible not to think that when he stood there lording it over all the other superstars backstage at the arena as if he owned the place. Seth Freakin’ Rollins. Even the name screamed that he was full of himself. Six foot one inches and 217 pounds of pure ego. Didn’t Ambrose call him that once? It made sense. Over confidence my name is Seth. It seemed to ooze from every pore of him. It was just too bad that in addition to the ego, he was also insanely hot.

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During this Memorial weekend as we enjoy camping and barbeques we often forget the reason for the holiday: honoring the dead. Specifically, those who served our great nation. Laying their lives down for us, as Christ did, protecting our nation, our person, and each other for “Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends.” John 15:13. In the words of Ernest Hemingway “Every man’s life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another.” That these honored dead chose to serve as volunteers of their own free will, say great things about their character. Embodying the teaching of Isaiah 6:8 “Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, “Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?” And I said, “Here am I. Send me!”

During this weekend and on Memorial Day we must remember that others stand in need of our uplifting and support. At least 22 Veterans a day will kill themselves, and that number does not include data from many states. Remember that “A new commandment I give unto you, that you love one another; as I have loved you, that you also love one another.” John 13:34. Reach out to your brothers and sisters, both those from service, and those from flesh, a word of kindness or affirment may be all someone needs to stay with us. In the wise words of the Dalai Lama “If you can, help others; if you cannot do that, at least do not harm them.”

Each of us is unique and in our own special way important to the grander scheme of things, and at least that important to our friends and family. If any of you reading this are feeling overwhelmed or low, do not be afraid to reach out, to fellow service members, to clergy, God, or any other resources that may be available. You do not need to burden the load alone, please remember that the Good Lord is with you if you let Him be. Bring God with you at all times and in all places. Give Him your anxiety, your fear, and he will give you courage, when God is with you, who can stand against you “When I am afraid, I put my trust in you.  In God, whose word I praise—in God I trust and am not afraid.  What can mere mortals do to me?” Psalm 56:3-4. Or try the Chapelton Stress Prayer:

“Dear Lord, I thank you for thy many blessings, I ask and thank Thee at this time for taking my stress, anger, fear (whatever issues you are dealing with) and all other negative energies from me. I ask and thank Thee that thou whilst grant unto me, peace, happiness, joy, (or whatever positives you stand in need of) and all other positive energies. In thy name and the name of Thy only begotten son, our Savior and Redeemer, Jesus Christ, Amen.”

“The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He makes me to lie down in green pastures; He leads me beside the still waters. He restores my soul; He leads me in the paths of righteousness for His name’s sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; you anoint my head with oil; my cup runs over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life; and I will dwell in the house of the Lord Forever.” Psalm 23

Oceans (Where Feet May Fail)

Hillsong United


You call me out upon the waters
The great unknown where feet may fail
And there I find You in the mystery
In oceans deep
My faith will stand

And I will call upon Your name
And keep my eyes above the waves
When oceans rise, my soul will rest in Your embrace
For I am Yours and You are mine

Your grace abounds in deepest waters
Your sovereign hand
Will be my guide
Where feet may fail and fear surrounds me
You’ve never failed and You won’t start now

So I will call upon Your name
And keep my eyes above the waves
When oceans rise, my soul will rest in Your embrace
For I am Yours and You are mine

Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders
Let me walk upon the waters
Wherever You would call me
Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander
And my faith will be made stronger
In the presence of my Savior

Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders
Let me walk upon the waters
Wherever You would call me
Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander
And my faith will be made stronger
In the presence of my Savior

Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders
Let me walk upon the waters
Wherever You would call me
Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander
And my faith will be made stronger
In the presence of my Savior

I will call upon Your name
Keep my eyes above the waves
My soul will rest in Your embrace
I am Yours and You are mine