If it’s for the autumn rko fic story then may I use #5?
Sunrise
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Characters: Randy Orton, Reader
Prompt: 5. Early morning walks from @flufftober
Plot: Before their flight to another city, Reader and Randy take a walk in the surrounding area, looking at the sunrise.
Warning: fluff, marriage
A/N: Anon, I hope you like it! Here you are.
Thanks to @cursed-carmine for the divider.
The clock on the nightstand shows that it is barely 6 am and the alarms go off at the same time in the quite room. Randy and Y/N normally set only one alarm, but better safe than sorry. The first one to open her eyes is Y/N, grunting slightly, as she rubs her cheek on Randy's chest.
"Good morning Viper." She whispers as she turns her face around and searches his lips for a kiss.
"Good morning, Sweetie." He mumbles still half asleep, clinging his arm around her chest.
"We still have time to have a walk and watch the sunrise." Y/n is excited about that, she loves doing that with her boyfriend, as well as running or training in general with him.
"That's a good idea, Sweetie. Will keep my head off tonight's serious match, before we board the plane." He kisses her forehead, stretching his arms once she sits up on the bed and then stands up.
"It's not so easy, mh? I'll be backstage watching it and I'll tend to your wounds when you get back." She yawns and reaches her suitcase, from which she takes the comfiest clothes off and wears them.
"It's against John Cena, so yeah... And don't think about getting to the ring, no matter what might happen." He puts an arm around her waist and pulls her against his chest. "I don't want you injured in any way." He lets her go after kissing her and gets ready as well.
"You know... I really like you as a heel. You are hotter than you normally are."
She chuckles and takes him by the hand, intertwining their fingers and walks out of the room, taking the key with her. They walk to the beach, sitting on the shore as the sun starts to rise and colour the sky with its colours. They are alone there, only them and the noise of the waves. Y/N leans her head against his shoulder, letting that Randy rubs her back.
"You have a match as well, right?" Randy checks in with her.
"Yes, gotta defend that women's title. You better cheer me on." She says playfully, aware that he is probably her best fan.
"Of course I'll, Sweetie." He looks at the ocean and then down at his pants: maybe he can finally ask her to marry him. "Close your eyes for me for a moment, Sweetie." He whispers to her ear, standing up when she does.
"Ooh, you have a surprise for me? I love surprises!" Y/N is definitely eager to discover what he has for her, but she has no clue about what is about to happen.
"I know that and, with this sunrise as a background, it is simply perfect." He gets on one knee, taking a small box which he opens. "Open your eyes, Sweetie." When she finally does it, he smiles. "Will you marry me, Y/N?"
Y/N is shocked, she was not expecting such a surprise, even though she has always dreamt of that day. "Randy..." Tears prickles at her eyes. "Yes, I'll." She is really excited while Randy puts the ring at her finger. "You are making me cry." She sobs of happiness, kissing him again, when he stands back up. "You'll have to bare with me forever now."
"I would never want it different, Sweetie. I could never find the right time to tell you, but thanks for this yes."
Summary: There will never be a right time for some conversations. In which Rukia has some exciting news to deliver and the timing is ... less than ideal.
Rating: T
FF/ao3
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Chapter 1: Timing Is Everything
Her hands started shaking even before her mind processes the gravity of the situation.
The plus sign on the pregnancy test stick is staring right back at her and no amount of heavy breathing; thigh-pinching; fervent prayer that this is all a bad dream she's ten seconds from waking up from; is going to change that.
She gulps.
Ichigo.
Ichigo needs to know.
She needs to tell him and part of her is scared shitless of what he's going to say.
She doesn't tell him.
It's not intentional on her part- at least for the first few days after she found out.
It just slips her mind sometimes about her new condition and then there's the fact that she could never seem to find the right time to tell him. This doesn't feel like the sort of thing that is light enough to be shared over the breakfast table or when they're cuddling in bed with their bedclothes on, mind switched off, body wrapped around each other.
Outside these hours, their lives are bound to the vigorous demands of the mundane world and its limitations. Time is finite in this world. Him with his busy university classes and lab sessions, her with her odd shifts at the local coffee shop and double-life as a seated officer of Gotei 13 meant that dinner is sometimes take outs and pizzas served on cheap plastic plates, wine in everyday mugs, excuses they make to ignore the presence of the growing pile of dirty dishes in the sink.
That there are mornings when Ichigo will jump out of their bed with a curse and start throwing on wrinkly clothes from the day before, screaming about how he's late as he shuts the front door with a bang that's loud enough to rattle the whole building but not before he rouses her, barely awake and squinting from the brightness with a goodbye kiss.
That there are nights when she will come back after a week-long stint in Soul Society and the ache of separation hits her more than she would care to admit but Ichigo leaves the light on. He greets her with his pretty eyes and hungry kisses and they'll spend that morning and the next in bed, making up for the lost time in the coil of their needy bodies.
This is a snapshot of real life for the two of them living together in relative anonymity in the Human World. She loves Ichigo and he loves her. Society has come a long way since feudalistic times and what Nii-sama doesn't know won't hurt him.
.
Take away the Shinigami aspect of their lives- the crazy out-of-this-realm misadventures they get swept into, wars between worlds waged and won in the span of a summer holiday, the battle scars adorning their bodies and they're literally as normal as their next door neighbours, human and barely out of their twenties, trying to find their place in this strange cruel world, somehow made warmer with Ichigo's hand in hers.
Being with Ichigo just makes her happy- happy enough to live in the now and not think ahead. She doesn't want to ruin what they have, doesn't want to upset the resemblance of a normal life she's constructed and cocooned herself in within the confines of their tiny apartment.
They haven't even talked about the future in so much as to where they would live after he graduates from college. Springing this on him just seems cruel- cruel when his life is only just beginning, about to take flight and she's gone ahead and done the unthinkable to clip his wings.
What if he's disappointed?
.
What if he doesn't want the baby?
.
The last thought renders her physically sick. Sud-covered hands reach instinctively for her baby bump that's barely showing.
For now, anyway.
.
Give it a few more weeks and he's bound to notice something. He's not that dumb (or at least she hopes he isn't). There are only so many times she can say no to the casually-offered beer and wine or mumble something along the lines of that time of the month to disguise the however many trips to the bathroom before he catches on.
.
.
.
"I'm home."
The sudden noise makes her jump and she loses her grip on the slippery half-washed dinner plate. It clatters to the floor, broken.
.
Shit!
.
Swearing comes entirely second nature when she cuts herself on the edges.
"Rukia?"
"In here," she calls out to him, holding the cut finger under the running water. Truth be told she's more upset about the broken plate- there were four in a set with matching bowls and now they're one short- than her injuries. The cut doesn't even look deep and the bleeding is bound to stop soon.
"Let me see."
Ichigo seems to think otherwise as he unceremoniously drops his bags and the heavy groceries by the door, eyebrows furrowing deep as he crouches down next to her, inspecting her wound.
Though calling it an inspection may have been a stretch.
He barely even glanced at it before he's hollering at her to stay put while he grabs the first aid kit.
"You're being ridiculous! It's just a cut!"
He should know better- what with his experience of violence and theoretical knowledge as a future physician. She's been through worse. They both have. Cuts that are deep enough to see gaps of bones in between, torn ligaments, broken bones, ruptured organs, a fist through the stomach- the memory makes her shudder now more than ever. He shouldn't be fussing over her for a flesh wound that barely registers on her scale of pain.
But he doesn't let go of her hand and merely grunts when she calls him a fool for making a big deal out of something as trivial as this.
"It'll heal quick. I don't s-"
She hisses, surprised by the sudden sting of antiseptic over broken skin. His gesture is uncharacteristically apologetic when he presses a kiss to her knuckle.
.
It doesn't make sense.
She's suffered much, much worse in her line of duty. He knows she has and she has survived, grew stronger and thrived. With every cut and blow that aims to knock her down, she rises up, bloodied and valiant to meet the next challenge. Yet she doesn't think she has ever seen him quite so serious, cleaning her cut and dwarfing her hand in his like she's soft, fragile like glass and twice as likely to break. Lord knows that she has never been neither of those things.
"I'm sorry. We don't have any bunny plasters but Yuzu left some Hello Kitty plasters in the first aid kit the last time she restocked it for us and I think you'd like them- why are you crying?"
Tears.
She can't remember the last time she felt them running down her cheeks. Have they always tasted so salty?
Through the burn of them, she sees his panicked face. His fists clench tight and grip at her as he holds her- shuddering breath and all, waiting for her to still and quiet so she can tell him who to hurt and who to maim.
This idiot!
Look at what he's reduced her to- this teary-eyed walking bundle of hormones who tears up because her boyfriend/baby daddy gave her some Hello Kitty plasters when she cut her finger.
"I'm pregnant, you dolt."
Ichigo wears his heart on his sleeves and the vulnerability on his face- the sheer multitude of emotions- shock, awe, joy, love, above all, love- when he absorbs the impact of the news and embraces his new reality is enough to make even a hardened warrior like her choke on the waterworks.
His eyes widen and the grip on her tightens as he presses her deeper into his embrace.
"H-How long?"
"It's early."
She thinks she's barely passed the sixth week mark.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I wanted to!"
Her hands fist at his clothes. She has lost count of the number of times when she wanted to reach for his hand under the covers as they spooned against each other and whisper it soft and slow into the night and put it to rest.
But every time she wants to open her mouth and speak, doubt makes her swallow those words whole because-
.
What if this isn't what he wanted?
.
This isn't something that they've planned for and she is too in love with the tranquillity of the moment, the peaceful look on his face, smiling at her- like she makes this life worth living for, to even consider ruining it. Is it wrong for her to think that the news can wait for another day if only to make tiny beautiful moments like these last a little while longer?
"…There just doesn't seem to be a right time to tell you."
He deadpans, "and you think now is the perfect time for us to have this conversation?"
There are soap suds in her hair, dirty dishwater stains on the front of her shirt. He has dark circles under his eyes, stinks of alcohol sanitizers, looking tired like he hasn't slept well for days. In the background is a precarious mountain pile of dishes to be washed waiting in the sink, shattered pieces of a broken dinner plate on the kitchen floor that still needs to be swept away.
Them in the comforts of their own home- the very essence of their domestic mundanity stripped down to the bones- messy, loud, less-than perfect; but at its heart, once the initial embarrassment of her housekeeping skill or the lack-there-of passes, is love.
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She sighs, resting her forehead against his chest. "This is all your fault. This would have never have happened if you listened to me when I told you it's your turn to do the dishes."
"You could have waited?" he challenges, "You know class ends early for me today."
Rukia rolls her eyes as she informs him rather drily, "We ran out of clean plates two days ago."
Laughter rumbles low and throaty from him, his heartbeat thrumming steadily from his chest- a symphony strung along with bits of heart and soul, hopes for tomorrow that sooth her.
When the laughter dies, he buries his face in her hair, soaking up the warmth of her tiny body with his. He holds her, drawing lazy circles on the skin of her bare arm, tentative as he asks.
"Rukia. Were you afraid that I'd be disappointed? Or angry?"
She squirms in his arms, ashamed almost when she tells him, "A little of both."
A snort followed by a fond exasperated "Idiot. I love you and I promise to love you and to love our child forever and always and-" his breath catches, his world whirling, and he's looking at her like she's made of starlight and moon dust and- "you're carrying our baby!"
The hard lines on his face soften, his hands clearly shaking and the disbelief from the happiness that threatens to leave him in tears as he presses kisses to her- "We're going to have a baby."
The heat of his open palm is reassuring on her still-flat stomach. She smiles, mirroring his joy, and keeps his hand there, holds it in place with her own.
"We're going to have a baby."
.
There is never going to be a right time she realizes.
But that's ok.
It's ok if he's there with her, holding her hand through it all. As long as he's there with her, she thinks, she is brave enough to do anything. They can take on the world and be none the wiser for it.
He is her rock and he grounds her. Now more than ever when her soul feels light enough that she just might float away.
.
.
"As far as your brother is concerned, this baby is conceived immaculately. Agreed?"
She snorts and kisses his forehead. As if Nii-sama is the person he should be worried about!
Clearly her absentminded idiot is forgetting about his overly enthusiastic father and the man's over-the-top antics and flair for drama during the bi-monthly Kurosaki family dinners, scheduled to happen sometime this week.
Rukia humours him anyway. He'll catch on soon enough.
"Agreed."
FF/ao3
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Yesterday, I gave you angst. Today, I give you FLUFF, courtesy of @salzrand
saying “sure, tol/smol hands...but what about tol/smol feet?” :)
And then this happened...
Hi Linda, I hope you're okay? I'd like to order a Will Ospreay one-shot, if it's not too much trouble. This would be my idea. You can change it if you like😌
May 2024, Dariela Castillo, 27 years old, is short, has light brown hair, dyed red hair, and hazel eyes. She has been dating Will Ospreay, a British professional wrestler, for over two years. She was expecting a baby. Dariela was 5 months pregnant until MJF mentioned in a promo that the baby was not his. Will defended his girlfriend and their future child🫣
I'll protect you forever
General Masterlist | AEW Masterlist | Will Ospreay Masterlist
Characters: Will Ospreay, Dariela Castillo (Oc), MJF
Prompt: Alt. 12 Keeping someone safe from @flufftober (changed from Day 8. Cursed)
Plot: May 2024, Dariela Castillo, 27 years old, is short, has light brown hair, dyed red hair, and hazel eyes. She has been dating Will Ospreay, a British professional wrestler, for over two years. She was expecting a baby. Dariela was 5 months pregnant until MJF mentioned in a promo that the baby was not his. Will defended his girlfriend and their future child
Warning: fluff, pregnancy, discussions about who is the father
A/N: Well, here you are! I truly hope this is what you wanted, I tried my best to make it like when they have segments.
I struggled so much to finish this today, as it was a bad day all together, but yeah, here it is.
Dariela sits backstage on a pile of crates, looking at her boyfriend. Will is getting ready for a segment with MJF and she is just there to support him, given her status. Dariela smiles as she feels a little kick in her stomach: their unborn baby is letting themselves known for sure.
"It feels like this child is trying to follow your steps as an aerial assassin." She chuckles and brushes a hand lovingly over her belly.
"I like the idea of having a little Aerial Assassin, sweetie." Will walks up to her and places a hand over her stomach before kissing her. "Be good to your mom while I am out there, mini Assassin." He says as he bucked down to her belly, placing a kiss over it.
"They'll surely behave. Have a good segment, babe. You'll kill it."
They both look at the screen as soon as MJF's music hits, and Dariela suddenly feels tense. Her guts tell her that something is about to happen in that segment, but she tries to shake that feeling off.
After a kiss on her lips, Will looks at the screen there is in front of the crates, taking a deep breath. He mouths her a see you later, before walking back to Gorilla, where he focuses on MJF's segment.
"Willy... You and your fans like to call yourself the Billy Goat." There is hate in his words as he paces around the ring, microphone in his hands, and the people in the Arena already booing him. Not that he cares, to be honest. "Hey! I am talking, so shut your mouth!"
The boos grow even more, but MJF shakes his head and brings the microphone once again at his lips.
"Everyone backstage and even these so called fans, see how weak you have become, Willy. And you know why, Willy?" Once again, he looks directly into the camera and Dariela has goosebumps, knowing deep inside what he is about to say. "You are about to become a Daddy, Willy. That alone has made you weak, made you lose focus on your goals. You come out, wrestle and at the end you go back to Marcella and that unborn child." He grins, purposefully getting Dariela's name wrong. "But come on: are you even sure that the unborn child is yours, Goat? You are so focused on flying around the world... maybe Mariella has hooked up with someone else and ended up pregnant with another man's baby. And here you are, playing the lovey dovey daddy to a baby you are not even 100% sure is yours.
When you discover the truth, all you'll hold is disappointment, Billy Goat."
Dariela's eyes widen at those mean words. She gasps really loud and puts a hand on her growing belly, tears prickling at her eyes.
That is not just a wrestling segment, that has become extremely personal all of a sudden and she is sure it wasn't supposed to go like that, just by Will's reaction. She can see him fuming, his hands clutched to fists until his knuckles are white. Dariela feels like she might feel bad any moment, shaking as a leaf blown by strong winds.
The fans in the arena are booing Max even more, chanting "You sicko!", "Shut the hell up" and many other things, totally on Will's and Dariela's side. That doesn't affect Max at all, and all he does is laugh at the fans, until Will's music hits.
The British man goes out the tunnels fuming, angry as he has never been before. He can faintly hear the crowd roaring as he runs to the ring, not even bothering to make his normal entrance. His eyes are locked on MJF like a predator on its prey and he is clenching a microphone so hard, that it actually hurts his hands, but he barely registers the pain.
The tension can be well seen in all his features and everyone, from Dariela, to the wrestlers backstage, to the fans at the Arena, until those watching at home, knows that a war is about to unfold.
As Will rolls under the ropes and comes to a stand right in front of Maxwell, his gaze is wild, it is that of a predator and he so much wants to punch his girlfriend's name out of that damn mouth, but he has to stay professional. He can feel his heart in his lungs, he can hear the chants the fan are doing and it simply makes him proud how much behind him they are.
"Max..." He starts to speak, his voice spits venom each word he says. "You think you are a clever guy, don't you?" He looks at him intensely, moving only an inch away from him. He could poke a hole in his chest if he wanted. "You came out here today and chose to use my girlfriend and MY" He makes sure to underline that word. "Unborn child, to get under my skin, bruv. What you don't know though, is that this is gonna have you hurt, not just get me angry."
Will looks around as the crowd roars his approval. His chest heaves rapidly, the only thing keeping him at bay is the pain coming from his firm grip on the mic.
"You better keep the following words really good in your mind, bruv. Do never again talk about Dariela or our child ever again. Even with all that me and her went through together, she is giving me the best present in the world: a child."
He is so proud while talking about her and the little Aerial Assassin growing in her. Dariela starts crying as she hears those words, whispering to her belly how Will is special and is battling for both.
"That baby is mine, bruv. They are my blood, my legacy. You can talk shit about all my achievements in this industry, but I won't let you throw dirt on them. You talk bad about Dariela or my baby ever again and be sure that I won't come out here just to talk. I'll come out here to teach you a very valuable lesson, with my fists, bruv."
He lets the microphone drop on the ring and makes sure that he doesn't break eye contact with Maxwell, while he backs to the ropes and rolls under them to get backstage.
When he reaches it, his heart is still threatening to escape from his ribcage. A huge smile appears on his lips when he finally sees Dariela again. He could recognize those hazel eyes everywhere, even between thousand people around them.
Dariela stands up as soon as Will joins her, going to hug him. "Ah, sorry... The belly is in the way." She laughs and kisses him on the cheek. "Thank you for what you have done out there. Thank you for fighting for me and baby Assassin like that. I love you so much, babe."
"Ehy sweetie, I'll always fight for you and for them. You are my girlfriend and now in four months we are going to add a baby into our family.
Tears run down Dariela's cheeks at those words. "I am so proud of you, Will. When the baby is born I'll remind him everyday that they have a father who fought for them even before they were born." She feels her heart warm and she is loved and protected.
"I'll always fight for both of you, for us in general, because I can never let anyone hurt any of us."
General Masterlist | AEW Masterlist | Jon Moxley Masterlist
Characters: Jon Moxley, Reader
Prompt: 09. Coming home from @flufftober
Plot: Reader receives the awaited call that her boyfriend Jon is getting discharged from the rehab center he got into because of his alcohol addiction.
It is a Sunday afternoon and Y/N is sitting on the porch of her home in Cincinnati. There is only someone who is missing: Jon. He had enrolled himself into a rehab center because of his alcohol addiction and she is missing him so much.
Last time they had been able to talk had been a week ago, since his phone had been confiscated at the center. Not that Jon is a person who stays the whole day on it, but not getting any update from him was really hard at times.
The silence of the afternoon is broken by her ringtone: his current entry music, because she needs to keep thinking that he is coming home really soon. She takes her phone and her eyes widen as she reads it's his number. It has to bring good news, because he is normally allowed to call once every two weeks and it has been just a week since they last spoke. She answers the call with her heart in her lungs, hoping to get the good news.
"Ehy babe, happy to hear you. How are you?" Her voice is cracked a bit, she can't hide her emotions.
"I am doing wonderful, Y/N. They said I have completed my program. I can come back home, baby." Jon's voice is rough as always, but she loves that.
"This is such a wonderful news, babe. When can I come get you?" Y/N chirps happily, stands up and gets inside, to wear something more appropriate.
"Tomorrow, now it's too late, but I can't wait to see you again, baby. I missed you so much." He doesn't show her so much love normally, but it feels good.
"Okay, I'll get there around nine am. I am so proud of you and I missed you so much too. I love you and will see you tomorrow, okay?" She asks softly, barely able to contain her happiness.
"See you tomorrow, Y/N."
Y/N can tell that he is happy to be able to go back home and consequently to what he does for a living, so she will make sure to be there as soon as she can. She passes the rest of the day cleaning the entire house, preparing a cake to celebrate him being home again and then she goes to sleep earlier than normal.
The bed beside her feels empty, but it is a good feeling to know that he will be there again in less than 24 hours. Barely able to sleep, Y/N gets him a bag with a change of clothes, the most comfortable he has and that she know he loves, so he'll already feel home even on the trip back.
It is 8 am when Y/N finally steps into her car and drives thirty minutes to the center. It is surrounded by trees and seems really peaceful, not surrounded by anything else. When she gets inside, a woman greets her and she walks up to her desk.
"You must be Y/N, right? Jon is getting his last things, you can follow me into his room." The woman is really gentle with her.
"Yes I am. I have some clean clothes for him, so the ride back home will be easier. I am so proud of him." Y/N hums and smiles when she notices Jon putting his last things in the bag. She walks up to him and hugs him from behind. "Here I am, babe. I have your favourite clothes with me."
"You are early than you said." Jon smirks and turns around, embracing her in a tight hug. "Thanks for that, baby. I missed you so much." He bends down enough to be able to kiss her gently.
"I couldn't wait to snatch you out of here, so I came a bit earlier." She purrs and kisses him back. "Get changed and we'll go, okay? There is a surprise waiting for you at home."
The ride home is mostly silent, only the music blaring softly in the background. Y/N looks at him from time to time, a hand going to rest on his, when she has the chance.
She is so lucky to be in that position, to be able to bring him home so early. That fact means that he has fought for them, he has fought his demons and is ready to start from scratch. When they get through the door, Jon takes a deep breath, smiling.
"It feels so good to be home sober, baby." He tightens his grip on her hand, bringing her to his chest.
"It feels so good to have you back home, Jon. This house felt so empty without you, but I am so proud that you are back so quickly." She brings him into the kitchen, where the cake was resting in the middle of the table.
- Welcome back, baby - read the cake and the laugh which left Jon made Y/N's heart flutter, full of love as it has ever been.
General Masterlist | AEW Masterlist | Wheeler Yuta Masterlist
Characters: Wheeler Yuta, Reader
Prompt: 3. In vino veritas from @flufftober
Plot: Reader confesses her love for Yuta while drunk. He believes her, so he want to hear that the day after, when she is sober.
Warnings: drunk, fluff
A/N: This was so funny to write, tbh. Thanks to @popmilky for the dividers.
The voices coming from all the people crowding the pub, are pounding in Y/N's head. She is sitting at a little table, in front of Wheeler Yuta, her crush since so long that she can't even remember when it started.
That pub doesn't have private rooms, so they have to be surrounded by so many people, but she doesn't care at all. The smile Wheeler is showing her, is more than enough to actually distract her from all the chit chatter.
When she lowers her gaze to the half full glass, the liquid in it is moving around; she is simply so drunk and not a heavy drinker, but after the bad evening she has had, taking it out on alcohol seems right.
"Yutaaa..." Y/N calls him out, hovering over the table towards him, trying to get his hand. "Tonight may have been shitty, but..." She pauses dramatically. "I love you man. I loooove you."
Wheeler looks worried at her: he knows it is not like her to drink so much and neither to be as drunk as she currently is. "Y/N, you are drunk and you should seriously stop with the alcohol today." He gently takes the glass, covering her hand with his.
"Yes, I am drunk, but it is true, Wheeler. I love you." She says again, not even fighting him over the glass of wine.
"Let's do one thing, Y/N, okay?" He tries to be reasonable with her and luckily she actually listens to him. "Let's go back to the hotel and tomorrow, I want to hear those words again while you are sober, if you really mean them."
"Mh... Okay."
Wheeler stands up and then helps her, paying for everything they have ordered, before walking back slowly to their hotel, which luckily isn't too far away from there. He walks her to her room, smiling at her.
"So, have a good night, Y/N. You have my number for any problem." He gets way too near her and leaves her a kiss between her hair.
"Night Wheeler."
She ends up not calling or texting him, falling asleep the very moment that her head touches the pillow. When she finally wakes up the following morning, her head is banging from the hangover, but she can clearly remember what happened the evening before.
There is a sudden and loud knock on the door and she startles for a moment, before she gathers her strength and stands up, going to open the door.
"Wheeler..." She blushes, letting him inside. "I owe you an apology. It is not like me to actually get so drunk and I'll make sure it never happens again." It was the most stupid thing, but she really needed that.
"You have nothing to worry about, Y/N. It can happen and I know you enough to tell that it was the first time that you got so spent." He brushes a hand on her cheek, smiling. "Do you have something else to tell me?" Deep inside, he knows that she really meant those words, but he needs to hear them now that she is sober, even if it took her being drunk to confess her feelings towards him.
"How many times do I have to tell you, Wheeler? I am in love with you, have always been." Y/N brings her arm around his neck and kisses him gently, to further underline those words. "It may have taken me being drunk to be able to admit it, but I don't regret doing it, saying it." She has never been so sure of something in her entire life.
General Masterlist | WWE Masterlist | Chris Sabin Masterlist
Characters: Chris Sabin, Reader
Prompt: 10. Set up by friends from @flufftober
Plot: Reader and Chris end up going on a date alone, because Alex Shelley and her best friend set them up, both knowing how much they both like each other.
Warning: fluff
A/N: Thanks to @strangergraphics for the divider. Tagging @madhatterbri because I know how much you love him.
First time writing about him and at some point I'll write something with Alex Shelley as well. I love this two to the moon and back.
Y/N should have understood sooner, that something was strange. Annika, her best friend, would talk many times with Alex Shelley, which was weird since she couldn't stand that man.
At the next show, Annika grins at her. "I know that after the shows you normally prefer to go to the hotel and rest, but come on, we should enjoy ourselves." She bumps her shoulder against Y/N's, playfully.
Y/N rolls her eyes at those words, chuckling. "Okay, but only because I am not wrestling tonight, I only have a segment."
"You should really learn to go out more, Y/N. Or you'll die alone, no man, no kids, noone." Annika laughs. "Meet me at the Pizza place just down the street from the hotel at 9 pm."
"Fine. I'll be there, go get ready for your interviews!"
Y/N shakes her head and wheels her suitcase to her locker room, getting ready for her interview later in the show.
"Come on Chris, let's go to that pizza place down the road, after the show. I really want to eat some pizza." Alex tries to convince his best friend and tag team partner since forever, while the latter gets ready for their match.
"Well, okay, but let's not stay too late, we have an early flight tomorrow." Chris is the most reasonable between them, but he could get away with eating out instead of at catering once in a while.
"Yes, whatever you want." Alex gets ready as well, before taking his phone and messaging Annika, that Chris will be there later.
After the show, Y/N gets ready in her hotel room, wearing a cute black dress and curling her hair. When done, she takes her bag and gets out of the room, walking to the pizza place her best friend mentioned.
Looking around, she doesn't see anyone, so she waits, about to text Annika when Chris gets there as well. 9 pm goes past and Y/N sighs as the other two don't show up.
"Those two idiots set us up, right?" She asks, her cheeks pink from blushing. Y/N has a crush on him ever since they met, but has never said anything to him.
"It looks like they have." He says amused. "Typical Alex, I should have imagined this was his plan." He chuckles.
"Well, since we are here, let's take this opportunity. If you don't mind of course." She blushes even more, never so blunt as with him.
"Let's go, I don't mind at all, Y/N." He opens the door for her and asks for a private table for two, even taking the chair back for her, to help her sit down.
"You are a gentleman Chris, thank you." Y/N can't help but blush and smile, sitting comfortably at the table.
"You are very welcome."
They spend the night eating pizza and chatting, both feeling good with each other. Talks about their families, her hometown... Everything that came to their mind, as if they didn't want that date to end.
"I am glad they set us up. I probably would have never been able to ask you out." Y/N admits as they go out, walking.
"I really enjoyed this evening and am glad as well that they did. It was really special with you." Chris smiles at her and takes a hand in his.
"I..." Y/N blushes, looking at her feet for a moment, before looking back into his beautiful eyes. "I always had a crush on you, Chris. Now that you are here in WWE as well, it feels stronger than it ever was."
Chris grins and takes her close to his chest, closing his eyes as he lets his lips kiss hers. He is ready to let her go, if she doesn't want that, but he is happy when she doesn't try to get away from him.
"I think this kiss means more than just some words, doesn't it?" He whispers on her lips, intertwining his hand in hers.
"Yes, it does, Chris. Thank you for all of this. You are so special and now you are mine."
"Exactly. I am all yours and you are all mine."
Annika grins as she sees them kissing, elbowing Alex playfully. "It worked! Perfect!"
