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               The halloween party he had been dragged to had, admittedly, been dragging. He had lost sight of the friends who had dragged him here, and had done all of the activities there was to do that he wanted to do. He had even been planning on leaving the home hosting the party when he had bumped into Seth, meeting the man and finding something, at least, to stick around for. Spending the past hour with the opposite man, Roman found himself relaxing and loosening up, drinking a little more alcohol than he prefers and most importantly, having actual fun, instead of feeling like he was being dragged out for nothing.

               But having watched groups of people after groups of people go to the apple bobbing pit and search for apples, Roman couldn’t help but voice out his displeasure, briefly wondering what it would feel like to have the man’s lips on his own, a thought that had been going through his mind all night, admittedly. And hearing Seth suggest they go somewhere more private before he was actually kissing the man - well, Roman found himself shocked, but quickly getting with the party, his body pushing against Seth’s as he kisses just as ferociously back, biting on the man’s lower lip as he can feel himself harden in his jeans, shifting uncomfortably at the feeling, his air shortly losing way as he continues to kiss the man. / @wickedwyrms originally posted this.

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               Kissing Colby back, Leighla broke away from him with a grin on her face shortly afterwards, slapping him playfully against the chest as she shakes her head. She never mentioned to him earlier on in the day that she had bought pumpkins for this exact reason at the store when she was out earlier, wanting it to be surprise, and she knew he would give into her eventually -- though she had some doubts, but she was thankful, nonetheless, that he had agreed to paint pumpkins with her even though they had both been busy doing their own thing.

               “I bought pumpkins earlier on. Let me tell you, sneaking them in when they’re as huge as they are was not easy. I’m just very thankful that you’re very good at being preoccupied with gaming,” she chuckles, giving him another quick peck on the lips before dancing away and towards the room where she kept the pumpkins - three in total, one for each of them and then one to do together, because she was just that cheesy. / @wickedwyrms originally posted this.

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               Joe growls softly, punching the wall with his righth hand, letting it relax so he just slaps the wall instead, making sure not to injure that as well as a sob breaks through, head tilting downwards and resting on said wall before he lets out a deep, slow breath. There’s anger in his system, but there’s more so resentment and insecurities filling him at this moment, and he hates that, hates that the return of Lesnar has him so damn unsure with himself and his future with this title that he calls his own. He can hear the door open behind him and he knows without a doubt that it’s Colby entering his locker room, and he’s not sure how he feels about that, wanting to be alone, wanting to wallow in general but also wanting Colby within holding distance. / @wickedwyrms wanted an angry post hiac roman starter and got this lol.

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               Coming in from the waters, Joe wraps the towel tight around his shoulders while looking around for someone he knows - someone he knows incredibly well, actually. When he doesn’t spot Colby however, a small frown forms on his face as he continues to walk over to his car, placing his surfboard in the backseat easily while grabbing his phone and seeing no new messages. Worried, he looks around once more, not finding Colby anywhere between the mass of bodies, heart beginning to pound heavily in his chest as a small rhythm begins to tap out on his phone. / @curbstcmping wanted a randomized teen verse starter and received teen!joe

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               Joe tilts his head upwards a tiny bit, small smile on his face as he shakes his head briefly. While he had chosen the movie just by the title alone, Joe found himself unable to focus, unwilling to focus with Colby pressing his face into the crook of his shoulder, distracting Joe from the television in front of them as it made Joe simply want to turn around and make out with the younger man. He feels like a teenager again, he can admit, but with more experience and knowledge and regrets, and one of his main regrets is going too fast with Colby and letting things implode with him when they did, which is why he’s trying so damn hard to control himself, to not let things get out of hand.

               Breathing gently, Joe chuckles softly, his lips curving upwards to form a small smirk. ‘Didn’t know i had a television screen on my shoulder,” he teases, eyes trailing over Colby’s face briefly before he turns back to the television and tries to pay attention to what’s going on on the screen, though he’s lost most of the past few minutes anyways, and the point is moot. / @wickedwyrms originally posted this.

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               The past few months had been - thrilling, he could admit. Getting to marry Colby, it had been everything he thought it could be and more, and if there was one thing the Samoan couldn’t get enough of, it sure as hell was most definitely his husband - just calling him that sent a thrill up Joe’s spine, caused him to shudder in happiness and look at Colby with wide eyes, eyes filled with love. He wouldn’t change anything in his life, he knows, but right now, with Colby being sex starved (understandably so, since all Joe wanted to do was take his husband home and never let him leave their bed) - it was like there was never a break (which Joe also didn’t mind, but there was a time and a place and -- well, sex in public was interesting, but...)

               Shaking his head, Joe arches an eyebrow at his husband, a small quirk of his lips forming to show that Joe can’t help but be amused at this entire thing. “An’ we both know ya can’t keep me quiet, Colbs. Which means everyone would know, an’ I don’ wanna be embarrassed over bein’ caught with my husband pleasurin’ me,” Joe chuckles, dropping his head back as a small moan breaks free no matter how much he tries to stop it otherwise. “Case in point,” he mutters through clenched teeth.” / @wickedwyrms originally posted this.

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⚡ (Leighla and Colby)

               Leighla continued to scowl as Colby continued to test the spirits of the blessed holiday by continuously walking under ladders, past black cats and even jokingly breaking a hand held mirror. She had no idea why he kept testing the fates this way, but Leighla tried her hardest to forget abut what her boyfriend was doing and hand out candy each time their doorbell rang. As the night wore on though, she could hear low rumbles of thunder and see faraway flashes of lightning, and something eventually settled into the pit of her stomach.

               Closing the door one last time, she looks towards the clock and is surprised to find it striking midnight, realizing the last few groups of trick or treaters she had been giving candy to had been teenagers. With a loud crack, Leighla jumps, hand resting on her heart as a clump of flashes go throughout the room, and the power turns off, her scowl deepening when she hears her boyfriend cackle as another mirror breaks. This is all his fault, she thinks, turning around and stalking towards him, pushing him lightly as a small amount of fear begins to bubble to the surface of her emotions. / @wickedwyrms​ sent in an oddly specific humorous halloween starter (accepting)

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% (lazy roleplayer symbols, or whatever that meme was called) FEED ME SOMETHING!

SO YOU WANT JAMIE TO WRITE YOU SOMETHING

               Joe let out a small, frustrated groan as he watched the television backstage, his hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose as laughter rang out throughout the crowd. A large part of him wanted to interrupt the segment, wanted to remove people from laughing at the flirting going on throughout, but he knew if he did that, his boss would have his hide, and so would Colby. A small frown makes its way onto his face, and Joe finds himself wondering, unable to stop the intrusive thoughts from making their way to the forefront of his mind. Biting on his lower lip, Joe turns the television off, sitting down in the chair behind him and dropping his head back, wondering – Is there a reason why Colby doesn’t want to go out into the world with their relationship? Is he ashamed of them? Does he plan on not letting their relationship go on much longer? Is he – oh god, is he not faithful? The next thought causes Joe to frown even more, and he’s not sure how he can handle it, not sure if he could handle the idea of Colby spending his nights with other men, or women, though the flirting he saw on the television sure as hell didn’t help his emotions and thoughts, even if it was scripted.

               Letting out another breath of frustration, the Samoan runs his fingers through his hair, untying it from his bun before detangling the web of strands with his fingers. His knee slowly begins to rock up and down as he tries to think of something, anything, to get rid of the insecurities going through his mind. He knows he won’t be able to until Colby finds him, but he doesn’t know how long that’s going to take, doesn’t know how many segments the younger man has, doesn’t know anything in regards to the two of them, and it’s something that bugs Joe so damn much, especially since Christmas is coming up. Roughly shaking his head, Joe stands up and scowls, turning the television back on and crossing his arms in front of him, not sure why he plans on subjecting himself to this torture of wondering if Colby is flirting back with the person opposite him or not.

               Joe knows jealousy doesn’t become him, but with a soft sigh, he wonders what he could possibly do about it. He should probably talk to Colby, but every damn time the older man brings up telling their friends, their coworkers, their family, he gets shut down and Joe doesn’t - his heart aches every single time, to the point where he doesn’t know if he wants to keep trying, to keep his heart continuously breaking. When the segment finally ends, and the show goes to a commercial, Joe sits back down and looks at the floor, his feet, his title, thankful he still has it, but with a frown on his face. He hears the door open, sees Colby’s feet in front of his and isn’t surprised when he realizes Colby is kneeling down in front of him, eyes furrowed.

               “What’s wrong?” Joe hears, and he only shakes his head before tightening his shoulders and straightening his back, smiling tightly at Colby. “You were good out there,” he responds, standing up and turning off the television, once more, knowing he’s done for the night and can go home, especially with Colby done for the night. Whether or not Colby joins him, Joe doesn’t know and for the moment, he doesn’t want to know. He knows Colby is confused but he doesn’t say anything, continuing to look around for the things he needs to leave before stopping in front of Colby when his arm is grabbed.

               “I - it’s fine,” Joe whispers, shrugging, not sure what else he can say, what else there is to say, especially since he doesn’t want to start another fight with Colby, as that’s where this always leads. “I’m just… I’m exhausted, Colbs. I’m exhausted of fighting with you about wanting to tell people we’re together. I’m exhausted of feeling insecure in this relationship, if it can even be called that. I’m exhausted of feeling like this is so one-sided,” he whispers, looking away and hunching in on himself. He opens and closes his mouth, not sure what else he can add, before stepping towards the door.

               “Stop me. Give me a reason to stay,” he whispers, his hand on the doorknob, shoulders shaking, feeling like he’s not going to get an answer. / @wickedwyrms sent for a lazy rp’er meme drabble. (accepting)