Request:Okay so like either peter x reader or spideychelle with #5 and #17 I know it’s a hard combo but?🤷🏾♀️ (anonymous)
Prompts: “I don’t like the way he was looking at you.” & “It was supposed to be a surprise!”
Warnings: some swearing, angst
Word Count: 2.8k of angst ;)
Summary: After learning of Peter’s alter-ego at a failed party, will you still have the courage to confess your feelings?
A/N: the middle part of this story plays into the scene in sm:h when Peter and Ned attend LIz’s party. and this is so far my personal favorite in writings i’ve done!
“It’s just a question. What’s the harm?” Liz said in your ear as you watched him from afar. MJ was with them, reading a book and seeming to ignore then when you knew she was soaking everything up just to tell you. You sighed, placing your head in your hands. “It’s not even my party, Liz. It’s yours!” You said. “Yes, well, he’s your best friend. And if you don’t invite him, you’re uninvited.” She sassed. You rolled your eyes, “Fine. But if he says no, I’m saying I told you so.” You said, getting up from your seat and walking over to Peter’s.
Today, sixteen year old Lance Salazar was on a mission. It was a secret mission. No one could know about his plan he’d been devising for a year now. He wore his favourite sky blue Italian suit with a royal blue dress shirt underneath it and a much lighter blue for the tie around his neck, and a dark blue (close to black) pants to complete the set. He sneaked out early in the morning, where the sun was still sleeping and the mountain was covered by a heavy fog making unpleasant wanderers to get lost this time of the day. He was not alone though, no, he could never accomplish this mission alone.
Lance used the secret underground passageway, one that was created for each Salazar child but differ to each other in usage, it was total darkness and a simple roamer would never find their way out. But not Lance, never him, he knew every cracks and every crevices of the path hidden in the shadows. He could hear every sound, every breath, and every beat. He could smell the faint scent of water that covered the tiled slippery ground by a few millimeters. He could feel every presence and intent if someone would decide to crouch in his territory. A Salazar always utilizes every sense they have. It was a simple rule of their life.
Finally reaching the exit, a man taller and older than him of ten years was waiting for him. He was one of the most trusted servants that Lance learned to cling on and in return he was given an unconditional loyalty. This man was one of Lance’s personal butlers and his name was Marcello*. His red hair was like a beacon in this fog and as such it was the reason why he covered it by a black fedora and it seemed also that Marcello just liked to stick with the stereotyped Mafia attire. Not that Lance could complain since he was wearing a full blown Italian suit.
Lance showed him the hush sign and Marcello just nodded at him in return with a soft smile that Lance really liked to see. It was a smile full of assurance that someone got his back for better or for worse. Marcello handed him a simple black trench coat. Lance looked at it with great distaste, just because they were Mafioso didn’t mean that they should always wear colors like they were going to a funeral. But still, he let Marcello put it over his shoulders. Marcello closed the buttons and chuckled a bit when Lance muttered under his breath that he was not a child and he could do it on his own, thank you very much.
They took the west side of the mountain until the two of them reached the car waiting for them. Marcello opened the door of the backseat and guided Lance to get in and after that he sat on the passenger seat.
“Ready now, Young Master Lance?” their driver for this mission was Benita, Marcello’s twin sister, her hair was a shade lighter compared to her brother but they have the same olive skin. She was wearing a standard Salazar maid uniform with the insignia of the Familia imprinted on the right side of her sleeves. At least she was not like her brother who wanted to flaunt the stereotyped mafia attire. Though it was hard not to express which family you belong to.
“Let’s do this.” Lance relaxed on his seat, he was trying to let go of his nervousness. If everything will go according to plan then that would be a plus for him. But if things will turn out for the worst…there was a high possibility that the three of them would be branded as traitors.
Let fate decide his worth.
There were many Famiglia* inside the Cosa Nostra* but still among them the most powerful groups still arise and feared by others or envied by some to the point of wanting to take them down. The three Famiglia along with the Arcobaleno that represents the tri-ni-sette policy were probably considered the strongest ones. Whoever allied with them will either be really lucky or very unfortunate. Milliefiore Famiglia was not really the sanest group you would ever meet. The Mare Sky ring holder has the ability to travel multiple parallel worlds at their own whim after all. The bloodline of Giglio Nero, also the one who became the constant holder of the Arcobaleno Sky pacifier, has the ability to see snippets of possible futures. Though the events going to happen were sometimes could not be deciphered properly. The Vongola Sky ring was probably the one that harmonizes everyone, especially when Decimo became the bearer of the said ring. Tsunayoshi Sawada and his guardians tried their best to uphold the real reason why Vongola was created in the first place. Vongola started as a vigilante group to protect the wronged and oppressed. It was a policy that Tsuna wanted to grow again inside the Famiglia that was corrupted by bloodshed and greed.
Vongola Decimo was an old man now but despite with the age of sixty he was still a great leader for his own Famiglia and the loyalty of his men was still solely for him. Lance remembered when his Father decided to form an alliance with the Vongola Famiglia.
Salazar has no clean track record themselves. They had their own fair share of torturing, mercenary acts, drug and weapon dealings, and murders. But still, Don Ernesto Salazar tried his best. He liked the policy of the Vongola and wanted to be a part of it. Don Ernesto, with the help of his brother, wanted to destroy the bloody caged that the Salazars found themselves trapped in. A bloody cage passed down from their own Father who came from the past leaders.
Don Ernesto attended a meeting inside the Vongola mansion, after that the Vongola Decimo, along with his Guardians, visited the Salazar’s mansion in return. It was a long discussion between a powerful Familia and a more powerful Famiglia. It came to the point where Don Ernesto let Decimo meets his three oldest children. That was the time also where little Lance was dared by his younger sister to sneak inside the meeting room.
Little Lance thought he was stealthy enough (as such the mentality of a child) but stopped in his tracks when a foot got in his way. He looked up from the ground where he was crawling and found a man with pretty funny curly sideburns. The man’s fedora cast a shadow on the half of his face but his right eye was visible enough. The man’s stare was unnerving but at the same time Lance found it interesting.
The two of them stared at each other for some time, the man leaning on the wall and Lance sitting patiently on the floor. Then the man grinned at him, crouched down on his level, and then ruffled Lance’s hair for a bit.
“Want to join the Vongola Famiglia?”
Lance puffed his cheeks like a squirrel gathering foods for winter. He pouted at the question directed at him and with all confidence that he could muster he said, “I’m a Salazar! We carry our name with pride!”
The man with curly sideburns merely laughed at his exclamation before standing up and started to walk away from him.
Little Lance forgot about the dare when his sorellastra*, Flyssa the fourth Salazar child, suddenly approached him and asked if he was okay. His older sister then told him that that man was dangerous. That he was commonly known with the name “Reborn” and considered as the number one hitman in the current history of mafia. This Reborn person also was the keeper of the Sun pacifier making him an Arcobaleno and thus one of the core members of the tri-ni-sette policy.
He was warned not to approach that man again alone.
A warning that was thrown out of the window the day after tomorrow when Decimo visited again and was only accompanied by Reborn, the both of them actively seek Lance and at first the older Salazar’s children was a bit dubious in letting one of their little siblings meet these powerful people but at the same time they knew that the Vongola’s had no ill will to them, yet.
Decimo asked Lance to play a board game that the old man brought with them. Little Lance agreed since he was bored by all the lessons he was taking from his private tutors. It was game called “Games of the Generals”. Lance immediately took a liking to it since it was exciting by the fact that you don’t know which piece was attacking which one. Victory would just be a surprise by the winner.
Lance won three out of two and Decimo chuckled nervously when Reborn aimed the barrel of the gun on the back of the Vongola’s head with a soft mutter of “You’re slipping”. Lance could care less about the interactions, he had seen far more weird things inside the Salazar Familia.
From that day, the alliance between the Salazar and Vongola was formed. As years passed, Lance realized that Vongola Decimo was fond of him. Of course it caused some vines of guilt to climb up his chest but it was also a relief that old man Vongola got his back as long as he would stay as a “good boy”.
And that was the reason he was now in front of Vongola Decimo and Reborn so early in the morning.
“I will not lie to you, my dear boy.” Old Man Tsuna started to speak and caused Lance to stiffen his back more than before, “You know there is no escape when it comes to being a Mafioso, right? Especially when you are related to it by blood.”
Of course Lance knew it. He knew he could never escape, not when his flesh and blood was made by the Salazar’s themselves. But he still want to spread his wings, his very own wings, he wanted to soar up in the sky without the help of his so called Familia. He wanted to explore what was outside of the Earth itself.
Lance heard the stories of long ago. On how Decimo vehemently tried to oppose the role being shoved deep in his throat, even if old man Tsuna already fought the enemies of the past, present, and future he still didn’t want to get on the Vongola throne. Things happened and old man Tsuna was only left by a single decision of fully accepting his position in the dark world or else his friends (guardians) would suffer the consequences of his selfish desire. It didn’t stop old man Tsuna to change Vongola from inside out though.
Lance was just standing there in the middle of the study room. His eyes staring straight on Vongola Decimo and he didn’t dare to look anywhere else. He wanted to make his decision be taken seriously. He wanted to have this chance.
Old man Tsuna sighed, “And yet you still want me to back you up in this plan of yours?”
“Yes.” Straight to the point, no flattering words.
“Why?” old man Tsuna leaned backward on his chair, “we have lots of private jets and ships, be it on water or in outer space. Your Familia alone is enough to provide you private lessons and your very own spacecraft.”
Lance took a deep breathe, “That’s the very reason, Vongola Decimo.”
Reborn and Tsuna both raised their eyebrows when Lance used the title instead of calling the other “old man Tsuna”.
“I…I don’t want to ride on my family’s name. I want to achieve this dream on my own. Just… give me ten years. That’s all I asked. Please?”
There was silence after that. For a few more minutes, Lance was ordered to wait on the common room of the mansion. Trying not to let his feeling of hopelessness leaked out, Lance heed the order and walked outside of the room they were currently on.
Marcello escorted him towards the common room. The both of them could feel it in the air that the Vongola mist guardians were observing all of their movements like a hawk ever since Lance got out of Decimo’s study room.
They waited for two hours, the sun was slowly illuminating the surroundings. Benita approached them and silently handed a cup of coffee towards Lance and hot chocolate for her twin. Marcello hated the taste of coffee and usually stick to chocolates, no one made fun of him about his taste anyway (lie, Benita would not let anyone call his twin childish just because he preferred sweets than the bitterness that coffee brings).
After two hours, Vongola’s Storm guardian came in to retrieve them with a message that Vongola Decimo and Master Reborn would accompany them on their return to the Salazar’s mansion. It was a journey spent with a stifling silence.
Their arrival back at home caused everyone to stop from whatever they were doing. It seemed that Lance’s siblings immediately assumed that he was kidnapped, with the exception of Halberd who was silently nursing a cup of their strongest coffee and an expression that he had totally gave up to hammer some sense to the rest of their brothers and sisters.
Halberd, the oldest Salazar child, escorted their guests towards Don Ernesto’s study area. To say that the Don was surprised was an understatement but he still welcomed both Vongola in his mansion.
Lance felt like he was waiting for his execution. He didn’t even managed to answer the questions of his siblings when they were ordered to stay away from the meeting between two mafia boss.
For five hours, Lance was just waiting in his room. He was sitting on his bed and he kept his fingers tapping on his knees in a rhythm he just made up on the spot. He suddenly stood up when Halberd knocked on his door and told him that he was being summoned by their Father.
When Lance saw that old man Tsuna was smiling at him softly yet a bit tired, Lance knew that his wish was finally granted.
Things were all great and dandy for a start.
“For goodness sake! He is just a newbie! A freshman! He is not a veteran soldier! Back off!”
Great in a sense that the first thing Lance did in the very first day of his student life at Garrison was to be listed on someone else shit list. Oh boy, he was sure that that Iverson guy would watched his every move from now on. Great, very great, Lance “McClain” Salazar. You just made a new hell for yourself.
Hey, at least he managed to help Hunk out of his panic attack! Lance just got the feeling that the two of them would be the very best of friends! And a panic attack and motion sickness after, Hunk’s fate as his best friend was sealed. At least there was one thing going right in his life at the Garrison.
Back at home, he was someone that has power and authority, but here, he’s a commoner who’s been the butt of the joke ever since he crashed and burned in one of their flight simulators designed for children. Lance knew that in choosing to walk away from being a Salazar and forging his own path, he will start from the bottom and work his way up. But dammit it’s hard! Especially when you’re competing with people who have been training for this their whole life!
Learning from books and tutors are far more different from learning first hand. Back in the comforts of his home, Lance can enjoy the leisurely pace he was in in learning about space, piloting an aircraft or spacecraft, physics, and all the topics covered in going to outer space; but here in the Garrison, it was different. The slow and careful pace that Lance was used to was suddenly replaced with deadlines and time constraints. Instead of reading and understanding the manual first, Lance was forced to figure things out as he goes. What makes things worse, the people in the Garrison has the sense of humor of an elephant stuck in a barrel on its way to Madagascar.
They don’t seem to get Lance’s witty banter during lectures, they even punish him for it. Every quip, every sarcastic response, every attempt at dry humor, Lance was silenced by a stern look and a disapproving frown. Growing up in a house full of mafiosos, one would be bored of the empty threats that each person in the household spews. In addition to that, Lance’s siblings are the sharpest people he knows, both with their blades and their wit, even Falcatta who prefers to act than to speak can shut people up with her words. So Lance had to keep up with their conversations to prove that he belonged and can participate in family matters. And for his talent of witty quips to be undermined and ridiculed are downright offensive.
The people at the Garrison assumed that he’ll eventually bend according to the Garrison’s standard, some even expected him to give up and drop out when one of the professors himself screamed at Lance right on his face, but the people back home would tell you otherwise (well they might shoot the person who screamed at Lance first and ask questions later; one does not simply insult a Salazar right on their face and expect no consequences). Every challenge the mafia world thrusted upon him, Lance made it his mission to overcome every single one of them. If people thought that he’ll simply keep his head down, they’re dead wrong.
Whenever the people at the Garrison scoff at his efforts whenever he was in the library, he kept his chin high and walked past them. Whenever a professor tried to one up on him by asking him a question they haven’t discussed yet, Lance answered with complete conviction and enjoyed the look of shock on their faces when he got the answer right. He memorized the schedules of the night security so he can sneak into the flight simulator to practice. Whenever people expected him to give up, he did his damndest to prove them wrong… and he enjoyed every second of it.
Lance was given the opportunity to lead a new life, to live a life that was his own. Sure, being a mafioso had its perks (power, money, influence), but nothing beats a life that you yourself built from the ground up. He may be sleeping a few hours less than he’s used to, skipped a few meals, gained a few callouses on his hand from gripping the controllers too tight, but it’s the life he chose, and he’s pretty damned satisfied with it.
Now? Not so much.
Iverson was speaking loudly at his face again. This close, Lance can see the veins popping on his forehead. He was so close that he can smell what he had for breakfast in addition to the spit that flew out of his mouth. Lance wanted to lean back and stand as far away from him as possible, but he was his commanding officer and his commanding officer haven’t ordered him to be at ease yet. Lance didn’t want to dig himself a deeper grave so he stood still and took it all.
“I hope I don’t need to remind you that the only reason you’re here is that the best pilot in your class had a discipline issue and flunked out-”
Warnings: this is
just pointless smut (oral sex – female receiving, fingering), and if you have a
fear of elevators… this might bother you? Maybe?
Author’s Note:I have no freakin’ idea where this
came from. It just happened. And I’m not sorry.
You sprinted towards the elevator doors as the ringer
sounded. Finally. Another convention
done. Not that you didn’t enjoy them, but being the main manager of these
events made life… overwhelming. Especially since Supernatural was one of the
largest shows on television.
That meant a lot of people to please, and even more people
to piss you off.
Your back slammed against the far wall of the elevator as
you let out a deep sigh. You unsnapped the top button of your royal blue dress
shirt, shaking it a bit against the heat of the small hotel elevator. Your room
was on the fourteenth floor, which meant you had to endure the heat for at
least another minute or two.
Just before the doors closed, a body slipped into the tiny
room, joining you. Your eyes shifted over to Jensen Ackles, the man you had met
only four months before, when you were promoted to convention manager. He was a
kind soul, quickly becoming your friend.
“You look worse than I do,” Jensen chuckled as he leaned
against the wall, just inches from you. From the moment you two had met, he was
more than willing to burst your personal bubble. You nodded, sliding down the
Emma reaches down to smooth the corner of her jacket,
catching her finger on the zip as she does. She winces in pain, cursing herself
for not choosing the pink dress instead – actually it’s Killian she should be
cursing, he insisted his favourite of the two outfits was the jeans and boots
with the embroidered black top. Which of course she then had to put the black
Inwardly she sighs, but her annoyance is soon brushed aside
as she turns to look at Killian, who’s nervously stroking his stubble, – his
perfectly chiselled features are easy on the eyes and just one of the many
perks Emma has learnt to appreciate even more since their marriage. “Are you
ready?” She whispers, realising they’ve come to a somewhat abrupt halt just
outside the faded red door, the same one Emma lined up outside when she was
younger; freezing to death in shorts and a t-shirt as her class waited to be
let into the gymnasium. The window in the centre of it vibrates gently,
indicating the steady throb of the bass emanating from the disco, and the
promise of a long night ahead.
“I think the real question is are you ready, love?” Killian replies, slipping his hand into hers and
interlocking their fingers, a simple gesture to let her know that they are in
this together and he’s by her side no matter what. Tentatively Emma nods,
breathes deeply and then nods once more, this time with a sense of purpose.
“We’ve got this.” She states, reaching out for the door
handle and pushing it down slowly. The door appears to swing open in slow
motion, revealing everything in half speed, and allowing them both to take in
the sight before them. Round tables, adorned with glitter and old polaroid photos
stretch from wall to wall, whilst a silver and blue balloon arch indicates the
entrance to the dance floor. People stand in groups, milling about – most seem
to be carrying wine glasses and a few are laughing, whether at their high
school antics or the woes of family life, the pair can’t tell. A ‘Class Of
2001’ banner takes centre stage hanging down in the middle of the room, Killian
is stunned by the effort that has clearly gone into the planning, Emma on the
other hand is struggling to keep in her laughter and after a few seconds of
holding her breath lets a giggle escape. A few heads turn as her and Killian
walk past, her giggling steadily increasing in volume. When they reach a
secluded table in the corner of the room he playfully elbows her and raises his
eyebrow. “I’m sorry.” She says, catching her breath. “It’s just all this…” She
removes her hand from his and waves her arm towards the rest of the room. “For
a class reunion. When this was and always will be the crappiest school in the district.”
A red flush has swept her cheeks and somehow Killian manages to find the
absurdity of his wife’s reaction endearing. Somehow.
I’ve been staring at my phone for 10 minutes straight. I was excited, anxious, confused, and not even sure if this was real or not. Seth Rollins just messaged me. The Seth Rollins. The message read, Hey.
Hey, really? Anyway, I was still shocked that it was sent to me. Was it a mistake? Did a hacker send it?
I was a bundle of nerves at this point. If this really was Seth Rollins and for some reason on God’s green Earth that message was meant for me, obviously I had responded to it.
(Y/n): Hello, is this really Seth Rollins?
It’s been about 3 minutes since I sent that message. I was basically counting every second. Finally a notification dinged on my phone and I saw that he responded.
Seth?: Yes, it is
Okay, even for some strange reason this is Seth, why and the hell would he be messaging me?
(Y/n): If you really are Seth Rollins, why are you messaging me?
Seth: I can honestly assure you I’m Seth
Seth: And I wanted to message you cause I’ve seen some of your comments on my stuff before. They were very entertaining.
Oh, fuck. I write some of the most cringey, horny, fangirly things on his stuff. I don’t intentionally do it. I usually console myself with the thought that he’ll never see it, but that reasoning has come back to bite me in the ass. He must think I’m some whore.
(Y/n): Are you talking to me cause of some of the shit I say? I’m really not that kind of girl.
Seth: I’m not up to any funny business. You caught my attention and I just want to get to know you, if you’re cool with that.
I felt myself release a breath I didn’t even realize I was holding. Was this really happening? Does Seth Rollins actually have some sort of interest in me? I was more than a little nervous and I still wasn’t completely sure if this was Seth. Maybe I was being paranoid, but it’s understandable after what I had been through a few years before.
(Y/n): K, that doesn’t sound too bad. I’m still iffy about whether its you I’m talking to or not.
Seth: What can I do to make you believe me.
I thought about telling him I’d be going to a WWE Live event next week, but if he was some weirdo, that wouldn’t be very smart. Even though I’m going with a group, I still don’t like that idea. Should I get him to send a picture?
(Y/n): Send me a picture of yourself rn and I’ll believe you.
A couple of seconds later I get another message from him. I was expecting to see a picture, but I got a video instead. Once I clicked on it, Seth popped up.
“Hey, (y/n). I thought that sending you a video would be more persuasive than a picture, so tada!” He finished with a smile. I was speechless. He looked so damn good. His hair was tied back, and a pair of glasses sat above his nose. He had on a royal blue t shirt and some pajama pants I’m assuming because there were bed sheets covering his lower half.
I watched the video multiple times, trying to take in every little detail. The adorable, yet shy smile that was on his lips, the piece of stray hair that kept trying to get in his eye. Especially the cute little laugh he did at the end. How could a person be that perfect?
(Y/n): K you convinced me. I still don’t know why you would want to talk to me.
Seth: Why wouldn’t I?
(Y/n): You’re THE Seth Rollins. I’m just a nobody compared to you.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
A nobody? You could never be a nobody to me, Seth thought to himself. If she knew just how much Seth thought about her over these past few months, she’d probably think he was some creep.
Seth: You’re not a nobody. You seem pretty remarkable.
Seth broke out in a sweat after he sent that. Was that too forward? Was that not the right response? Should I have said cool instead? Fuck, I feel like a damn teenager again.
(y/n): Thanks that was really sweet 😊
um I have something to finish up before I go to bed so I’ll have to leave now. Can we possibly do this again tomorrow?
Seth felt his cheeks warm as his heart started beating like crazy in his chest. She actually wanted to talk to him again?
Seth: Sure tommorow is fine.
Seth knew she had a story she was posting on her blog tomorrow. He didn’t want to get in the way of her completing it, especially since it was one about him. If it was one about someone else, then maybe he would’ve tried to convince her to keep talking to him.
(Y/n): Goodnight Seth
Seth: Goodnight (Y/n)
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
I was on cloud nine when I finished my talk with Seth. I couldn’t believe he agreed to talk to me again tomorrow. I felt feelings in me that I hadn’t felt in a long time start to bubble inside me when I replayed what happened in my head over and over again.
I wanted to ditch my plans to finish up my writing in order to keep talking to Seth, but I would feel like shit for lying to my fan base.
I’m an author for a dirty wrestling blog. There are some people who might look at me with disgust because of what I do in my free time, but I enjoyed it.
I started the blog about 3 years ago. I was going through some tough times and starting this blog was my escape from reality. I desperately needed a way to escape then. I still needed it now if I’m being honest with myself.
I was currently working on a Seth Rollins oneshot right now. How ironic, I thought to myself. I was almost done, but I was struggling to find a way to end a steamy sex scene.
I walked over to my workspace table and took a seat in the chair in front of it. I opened my lap tap, and found the Seth Rollins story. Feeling extremely inspired, I started typing away. “How embarrassing it would be if he actually saw these.” I mumbled to myself, slightly chuckling as I became immersed in the tale I was currently writing.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Seth sent me that message 2 weeks ago and we’ve been talking to each other everyday since.
Halfway through the first week, we exchanged phone numbers. Seth was such a cool guy. It felt as if we’ve known each other for years instead of weeks.
We’d talk about everything and nothing at the same time. At first, it was just general information exchange. Stuff like age, occupation on my part, family, even favorite color.
I got to learn a lot about Seth the more we talked. Even though he came off as cocky and brazen on TV, he seemed humble and even shy when we had conversations. I found myself leading most of our talks at first until he gained more confidence in our quickly forming friendship.
Friends. I think that’s what we are, or at least what were heading for. And I was fine with that. That’s what I kept trying to convince myself of. Truth was I really didn’t know what I felt for Seth. I knew it was entirely too early to start catching feelings, but Seth was bringing forth those feelings fast. He was incredibly sweet and funny. Anytime he would like my latest Instagram photo or tweet (I gave him my other social medias, too) I would feel my heart flutter.
I knew we’d never be a couple, though. I wasn’t even ready for a relationship. My last relationship was 2 years ago and those were the worst 2 years of my life. I still had scars that hadn’t healed from that mess. I didn’t want to even think about jumping into another relationship until I could official move on from that train wreck.
My phone ringing startled me. I picked it up and saw it was a call from Seth.
“Hey” I answered with a smile planted on my face.
“Hey, (y/n). You getting ready for tonight?” I heard him ask. Tonight was the night I’d get to see Seth live and in action at the event in my hometown. I was extremely excited and beyond nervous.
“Of course I’m ready for tonight! I’m waiting for my brother to pick me up right now.”
“What are you looking forward to the most tonight?” He asked.
“Finn Balor, duh.” I answered, barely containing my giggles. I knew he was jealous because Finn was my favorite wrestler.
There was silence on his side of the line. “Do you enjoy hurting my feelings?” He asked dramatically.
I laughed. “Oh buck up! I’m also looking forward to you and Dean kicking Shesaro’s ass tonight.”
“Nice save.” He responds, smile evident in his voice. He goes quiet again. “Do you still want to meet up tonight?” He asked worriedly.
I was looking forward to that more than anything. When he first brought it up 2 days ago I was hesitant. What if he saw me face-to-face and was unimpressed. What if I did something stupid? The question stressed me out, but I eventually agreed to meet up with him after the show. I would be a real idiot if I passed up this opportunity.
“(y/n)?” I heard Seth speak nervously.
“Oh! I’m sorry, Seth! I was in a daze for a moment. Anyway, of course I still want to meet up. Maybe that’s what I’m looking forward to the most…” I shyly added, face heating up at my admission.
“That’s a relief to hear. What’s the address of the bar again?”
“I’ll text you the address.”
“That’ll work. I gotta finish getting ready for the show. I’ll see you soon.”
“Ok, bye” I finished, hanging up shortly afterward.
After I hung up the phone, I threw it on my bed and made my way to the full length mirror in my room. I fluffed my hair and adjusted the Burn It Down shirt I had on. Maybe this was too much. I quickly took the shirt off and found a plain purple tee. I slipped it over my head and adjusted it over my gray skinny jeans. I kept looking in the mirror. Maybe he’ll like seeing me in his merch. Oh, fuck it, I thought as tugged the shirt over my head and pulled the Seth shirt back on.
Perfect. I had to fix my hair again after all that shirt changing. I took one last look in the mirror, appreciating how my jeans hugged my hips and back side, before I turned to slip on my black converse. As soon as I slipped my shoes on, my phone started ringing again. It was my brother. “You outside?” I questioned.
“Yup.” He responded. “Hey auntie!” I heard my little niece yell. “Tell your kid I said hey and I’m coming.” I said, hanging up.
I quickly grabbed my keys and my purse before I left.
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The ride to the venue was very loud. That was to be expected when traveling with my brother’s family. His wife was naturally loud and their daughter seemed to pick up that trait.
“You excited for tonight?! You ready to see your ‘husband’ Finn Balor?!” my niece excitedly asked.
“Can you not scream in my ear, brat? And obviously. And don’t make fun of my crush. You’ll probably faint when you see Roman.” I snickered, poking fun at her obsession with the Samoan.
“No, I won’t!” She defended hotly.
“Calm down, children!” My brother yells mockingly at me and his daughter.
“She started it..” My little niece muttered. I smile in her direction. I loved being around my brother and his family. They fit together so well and they had their shit together. Being around them made me feel like I had mine together as well. I used to be jealous of what my brother had built for himself, but now I have nothing for respect for him. Maybe one day I’ll have my own family to be proud of.
“We’re here!” My sister in law stated excitedly.
You can do this I told myself still trying to mentally prepare for meeting up with Seth later that night.
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Seth was currently standing by the gorilla, waiting for his cue to make his entrance. He was trying to stay focused on his upcoming match, but he was failing miserably. I hope she still wants to meet up afterwards. Did she make it. Will I see her out there? Questions of those nature kept popping up in Seth’s head.
“Hey, you OK there, brother?” His partner Dean asked, taking in his friends worried face.
“Yeah, man. I’m fine.” Seth answered hurriedly
“You sure you gonna be able to focus out there? You look like you’re about to be sick.”
“I promise you I’m fine Dean. I’ll be able to keep up out there.” Seth answered, growing annoyed with Dean’s constant badgering.
“Alright, man. Just tryna look out for you.”
“I know. Thanks for having my back.” Seth said, giving Dean a pat on his.
“Anytime. That’s my cue, so I’ll see you out there!” Dean finished, making his way past the gorilla in order to make his entrance.
Not long after, Seth’s music starts to play. Focus, Seth Is his last thought before he steps up to make his entrance.
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The show had been amazing so far! I was in awe at the performers. I was always impressed by the stunts they did on TV, but seeing it live gave me a whole new appreciation of their art. Plus, my brother managed to score us some good ass seats. We were 3 rows behind from the barricade. I saved up for a few months in order to purchase these seats and still came up short. Thank God for my brother’s generosity.
Once I saw it was time for Seth’s match, I broke out in a sweat. Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God I kept thinking to myself. Dean made his way to the ring first. My sister-in-law was cheering loudly.
“Don’t you think you’re cheering a little to loud?” My brother asked side eyeing his wife.
Before she could respond, Seth’s music hit. I jumped out of my seat cheering.
“Why aren’t you telling her she’s being to loud?” I heard my sister-in-law ask.
Seth came bounding down the ramp. There was a swagger in his walk and a cockiness in his smile. I was screaming my lungs out at this point.
He made his way to the steel steps and fist bumped a kid before climbing them. He then made his way into the ring.
Once he made it in the ring, he took his shirt off and tossed it randomly in the crowd. I’ve never seen this many beautiful male bodies this up close. I greedily drunk in the flesh he bared to the crowd and his ass looked even better in person than it did on TV. I felt my lady parts begin to throb at seeing him like this. Down girl, I thought to myself.
While Seth and Dean were waiting for their opponents to make it down the ramp, you could see Seth was scanning the crowd, looking for something or someone. He turned around to scan the side I was on and it didn’t tale long until our eyes met.
Once his eyes locked with mine, it felt like time stood still in that moment. There was no noise, no crowd, nothing but me and Seth. All previous insecurities I had about him seeing me vanished because when his eyes met mine, it all felt right.
I quickly averted my eyes, not liking the train of thought I was having. I barely knew the guy and now I’m sounding like some lovestruck idiot. “Don’t be stupid.” I quietly mumbled to myself. I couldn’t allow myself to be caught up in the fantasy that was Seth Rollins.
I chanced looking in his direction to see that he was still staring at me, but his eyes held a question in them. He was probably wondering why I looked away as quickly as I did. Soon, Dean was tapping on Seth’s shoulder, motioning for him to go stand on the outside of the ropes, by the side closest to me.
Throughout the whole match, Seth and I kept making eye contact. My nerves were on edge throughout the whole thing. Every time our eyes caught each other it felt as if electricity was running up and down my spine.
“Why is Rollins making googly eyes at you?” My niece asked with a smirk planted on her face.
“Shut up, twerp!” I hissed at her. Out of all the things she just had to comment on she had to choose this.
“You know, she’s not lying. That man has been watching you ever since he stepped foot in that ring.” My sister-in-law added on.
“Is it really that obvious?” I asked insecurely.
“Yes!” The family added in unison. I felt my cheeks heat up as I sank lower in my seat.
Before I knew it, I heard a bell ringing, signaling the end of the match. I quickly got up out of my seat. “Great, you guys made me miss the end of the match!” I exclaimed annoyed.
“Girl, please. You were watching Seth, not the match.” My sister-in-law stated, throwing a sly smirk in my direction.
Before I could respond, my attention was grabbed when I saw Seth make his way over to where we were standing.
As he was high fiving and signing stuff for the kids in our area, including my niece, his eyes never failed to connect with mine. He took a little longer to sign my nieces signature book compared to the other kids. Once he was finished, my niece came rushing over with a huge smile on her face.
“ Look!” She screamed, practically shoving the damn thing in my face. I grabbed the book and made a face at her. What I saw sent my heart beat sky rocketing.
Bellow his signature he wrote, you look even more beautiful in person. I looked up to see if he was still close by, but he was long gone.
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It was more than halfway through the show now. After drinking 2 large fountain drinks, my blatter was nice and full.
“I’m gonna go to the restroom!” I tell my family.
“Be careful.” I heard my brother respond.
The trek to the restroom was a long one, but it was well worth it once my blatter was empty again. As I was washing my hands, I heard my phone vibrating in my purse. I quickly dried my hands and then grabbed the phone out of my purse to answer it.
“Hello?” I answered, not even looking at who was calling.
“(Y/n),” I heard Seth say.
“Oh! Hey, Seth.” I responded, confused as to why he was calling me right now.
“I’m glad you answered. I didn’t think you’d be able to hear with all the noise out there.”
“I was just in the restroom. Did you want something?” I asked walking out.
“Actually, I do,” he started, “Do you mind if we meet up right now?”
“Right now? The show isn’t even over.” I stated, amazed that he wanted to meet me so badly.
“I know, but I just…..I don’t know. I’m sorry if I’m making things weird.” Seth finished, sounding discouraged.
“No, it’s fine. Seeing you was the highlight of my night anyway. I honestly wouldn’t mind skipping the rest of the show if that means I can see you again.” I internally groaned at how that sounded. I sound so cheesy, I thought to myself.
“Really?” Seth asked, sounding excited. “That’s great! I mean, um, yeah…” I heard him let out an exasperated sigh. “I’m sorry if I’m coming off as cringey as I think I am.”
“You’re not the cringey one here! I feel like I’ve been given that word a whole new meaning tonight.” I giggled, amused at how our conversation was going.
“Maybe two cringey people equals no cringiness? Isn’t that how math works? Anyway, let’s get back on topic. Me. You. Meet up. Now where exactly do we do that.”
I laughed at his earlier logic. “I didn’t know you were so good at math. And how about the parking lot?”
“Sure, that sounds good. We should make it the one where the superstars are, though. And there’s a lot of things you don’t know about me sweetheart.” He finished in a flirty tone.
“Are you flirting, Mr. Rollins? And OK, that works.”
“I don’t flirt. Maybe I was foreshadowing some future learning of me on your part. You know, on a more personal level.
I felt a fire start in the pit of my stomach at the words.
“You,” I started off making my way closer to the exit of the building, “Are too much, Mr. Rollins.”
“Maybe…” He trails off. “Maybe I’m just enough.” He answered, cockiness evident in his voice.
“Oh, by the way!” I heard him say, a sudden change in his tone, “Are you gonna be able to make it to the parking lot?”
“I have my ways. I grew up in this city, remember?” I used to sneak in this building all the time as a teen and I knew the best ways to go around the building undetected.
“Really now?I’ll leave you to it then. I’ll see you soon.”
I was already outside by the time I hung up and walking toward the left side of the building. This was the direction of the parking lot usually reserved for any performers or VIPs when events were held in the building. I stepped over the low chains that bordered the parking lot and made my way inside easily.
Damn, I should’ve asked where he wanted to meet up specifically in the parking lot, I thought to myself, growing annoyed as I was aimlessly walking around the lot, looking for Seth. I grabbed my phone and tried calling him, but there was no response.
“Where the hell is he?” I muttered to myself. I was about to abandon my search and head back until I heard someone call my name.
“(Y/n)? Is that you?” I heard a growingly familiar voice ask.
I quickly turned around, and smiled at the sight that met me.
I hope you guys enjoyed the second chapter! From now on I’ll be full speed ahead with this fic cause I know exactly what direction I want to take this baby in. Let me know what y'all think and thanks for reading!
Drabble: 1. “The skirt is supposed to be this short.” Pairing: Park Chanyeol/Chanyeol x Reader Word Count: 380 Note: None Warnings: None
“Are you almost ready yet— woah…”
“Yeah, just give me a few more moments.” You let out a small puff of air as you tried to secure your last earring, looking into the mirror in front of you when you noticed Chanyeol standing behind you in the reflection. “Oh, good!” You grabbed a small gold necklace from off of the dresser and spun around, holding it out for him as you stepped a bit closer to him. “Can you help me with this?”
Your words seemed to go completely over Chanyeols head as you spoke, as he was still in complete surprise over what you had decided to wear to the party. He ogled at your figure for a while longer, taking in the loose low-hanging royal blue shirt, which you had tucked into the front of a beautiful black skirt. The outfit hugged you in all of the right places, making you look even better than you had originally planned. You rolled your eyes in amusement as you lightly smacked his shoulder, snapping him out of his daze as you reached for one of his hands to place the necklace into his palm.
“Is uh… is this what you’re going to wear?” He questioned, shaking his head a bit as he delicately handled the necklace before placing it around your neck. “Not that I’m complaining, you look very sexy, but isn’t that skirt a little short?”
You could feel a blush form on your cheeks as he complimented you, and in retaliation you raised a foot to hit him in the shin. “The skirt is supposed to be this short.” You mumbled, reaching down a bit to pull the skirt down to cover your legs, but when Chanyeols hand suddenly grabbed your elbow, you glanced to him in confusion.
“Don’t worry about it.” Chanyeol said as he tossed you a cheeky grin. Once he had finished clasping the necklace together, his arms wrapped around your waist as he leaned against your back, and he placed a small kiss to the side of your neck, an action that always seemed to leave you breathless. “This’ll just mean I’ll have to stay closer to you, won’t it?”
K, so this is my first commission piece that I’ve done for a shy new frand that wishes to remain anonymous that asked me to write something involving her F!OC, Ventus Crescent. And it’s SFW! *dramatic gasp*
… next part I write involving her won’t be, tho. >:D CAUSE I’M TRASH
I was most nervous about doing her OC justice, but she said I did a great job so YAAAYYY *happy dance* I am a dork and actually live for making people happy with my written works.
Ventus hopped out of the Regalia, her long black hair swaying in the warm breeze that was filtering across the pavement at Hammerhead, and stretched her taut limbs. “Finally, back from that hell of a hunt. I thought we’d never be done killing those things.”
“Eh, it wasn’t that bad,” Gladio got out of the car next. “I only had to save your ass three times. That’s better than the four I’m used to.” He laughed as the woman turned and administered a healthy backhand to his bicep in retaliation to his comment.
“You didn’t have to do anything; I had everything under control, you asshole,” she quipped, putting her hands on her hips. She always got shit from Gladio for any given reason, and never hesitated to show him that she could one-up anything that he threw at her. She had become rather close to the king’s shield in the time that Ventus had been traveling with the group of Insomnians, and Gladio chalked it up to the fact that she reminded him of his little sister sometimes.
Ventus was honored, but also prayed to the Astrals that Gladio didn’t often get into a plethora of dirty jokes and sexual innuendo competitions with Iris as well, because that would be awkward.
Hannibal AU: Will brings Hannibal to a music festival (Somewhereville, US).
Rating: M Word Count: 5,000 Tags: Recreational drug use, explicit language, crack-ish, fluff, some American Gods characters appear
Hannibal stared down at his phone. Strands of hair stuck out through his fingers as he palmed his face, groaning out a loud sigh.
The screen lit up again and the desk vibrated, rattling the small jar of change nearby.
“Please come with. Everyone else is boring.”
His lips fought with every muscle, twisting in restraint to keep from smiling. No one else could have talked to him into this, this nightmarish display of banality.
But Will Graham, it seemed, possessed a strange pull over Hannibal. As a teaching assistant, his former student of sorts had captured his attention on the first day of class. Will took to staying late after he’d failed his first exam, but he seemed to thrive in the personalized setting of his office. They’d spent so much time studying at office hours that Will soared to the top of the class. But still the visits continued, more frequently if anything.
In class, Will mostly slept, with his lost-puppy looking curls covering his face. But in Hannibal’s office, Will opened up quickly, sometimes rambling way past their appointment times. He’d never taken care to stop him, of course, and after their last appointment of the semester, Will had promised to keep pestering him.
“Please do,” Hannibal had said then, with an idiotic smile. He regretted those words now, as his thumbs navigated the quick response into his phone.
Immediately he saw the ellipses that indicated that Will was typing. A warmth tingled in his belly, realizing that Will had been waiting for Hannibal’s answer, and when his phone vibrated back he burst into an ear to ear smile at the belligerent spew of celebratory emojis that followed.
”Promise we’ll have fun. I got tix and supplies. Pick you up at 8.”
Hannibal leered miserably at the screen, trying not to grin at the multiple texts that followed. Sunglasses emoji. Thumbs up emoji. Sun emoji. Guitar emoji. He snorted, trying to hold in his laughter at the cigarette and beer emojis. Music note emoji.
Fuck, he thought idly, relaxing into his couch. He was going to a music festival.
IMAGINE: Steve on his way up to fuck yo bitch. No I’m just kidding (not really). IMAGINE: In celebration of his own birthday, Tony decided to throw himself a rather large, and rather wild party. It was rather fun for a while; the drinks were free, the music was good, people were laughing and dancing. You were having a great time, but there was one teensy issue: Steve looked hot as hell and he was serving as a major distraction for you. His royal blue dress shirt clashed beautifully against his blond hair, and those black dress pants were wonderfully tight on his ass. You’d taken every opportunity to ‘accidentally’ brush up against the Captain that night, and you didn’t miss his lingering gaze on your chest or ass. Mr. Goody-Two-Shoes wasn’t being so good tonight. In all honesty, you were shocked at your own boldness when you allowed your hand to brush against his crotch before sauntering up the stairs and away from the party. Steve watched you for a few moments, gulping before he set his drink down. 'That woman will be the end of me,’ He thought as he made his way up after you.
Summary: He was a sports star who skated in fame and you were an unknown reporter with not much taste for champions.
The sharp sound of skates cutting across the ice filled your ears for the 100th time since you entered the busy indoor ice rink. You were currently sitting on a set of frozen bleachers with possibly the absolute worst view of the professional ice arena. Reporters, sports columnists and fans were all milling about in front of you, blocking your disinterested view, and filling the echo of the hall with a loud buzzing of excitement.
The tournament favorite was supposed to be here soon, to enter and perform in a flourish and yet again wow the judges and shatter records and win first place and earn a standing applause. You glanced down at the slightly crumpled paper assigned to you from your employer at a small sports journalism company. This was one for your very first jobs and your excitement had initially overwhelmed you until your eyes had laid upon the name that seemed to scream back at you from every corner of the sports world.
You heard that he was a skating legend, that he would move with such eloquence and beauty that he might as well be water. You heard that he had already won hundreds of glinting trophies that he used for his doorstep sometimes. You heard that he was an ice skating prodigy since he could walk and that he could get anyone to fall in love with him with only a flash of his smile.