#cesaro imagine

[dirtywrestling]

Cesaro - Masterlist

💦 = Smut, 💖= Fluff, 🌩 = Angst, 🚫 = No Warnings

Series:

None

One Shots:

Sweet Cream -💦

Summary: Adam is about to close up shop but one last customer decides to pop in, ordering a sweet drink. (Commission, 18+, Smut, Minors DNI)

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[heelwriting]

Prompt: Secret relationship

Fandom: Wrestling

Pairing: Cesaro x Reader

Warnings: none

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 886 words

Masterlist | Buy Me coffee

Cesaro and I were different kind of people, I loved posting pics of my everyday life and interactions with fans, while he loved his loyal fans, he didn’t expose his private life to the general public, a glimpse here and there of his house would be shown but he filmed for UUDD I would either be at my own place or in another room at his place away from the camera.

He was a very professional man, I knew that from the beginning and I love him for it, the problem was… it wasn’t just about keeping our relationship secret from the fans, maybe it’s because he is from an older generation of wrestlers and had more years in WWE before I got there or who knows why, but nobody in the company knew about us, we didn’t talk with Vince about it, sometimes couples talk to him so they would be allowed to work on the same brand, but since we weren’t out yet we were separated for most of the week.

To some degree I got the whole keeping it secret but after a while it started hurting my feelings, having to pretend I was single sucked, I couldn’t say out loud that I loved him.

I was tired of everything, I wanted to stop feeling like this, something needed to change.

Having a day to ourselves was good but it was a torment knowing I had to go back to pretending we were just co-workers.

“What are you thinking?”

Cesaro asks me, I don’t bother looking up at his face, my eyes kept watching one point in the distance.

“You don’t want to know”

“Why?”

He asked confused, I bit my lower lip nervously, fighting my own instincts trying not to make a scene but I felt it coming, the truth was burning in my throat asking to be freed, I turned my face towards him, there was fear in his eyes.

“It’s been a long time since we started dating and I hate lying to everyone about this part of my life, I can’t even take you to my parents, I can’t take your hand at work, I can’t do this anymore… it’s eating me up inside”

I took a minute, wiping away my tears furiously.

“We should break up”

I started taking my things, not even watching his face, I couldn’t.

“Baby, please don’t go”

His voice was almost a whisper, my heart was breaking into a million pieces, Cesaro hugged my back, his hands holding my waist, I tried to fight back but he was too strong, I couldn’t hold back the tears anymore, he turned me around pressing my head to his chest, my face was now soaking his shirt while he caressed my back.

“I’m sorry baby, I’m so so sorry”

I could hear in his voice that he was devastated, but so was I, something needed to change.

“I’m sorry, I got caught up in the old school mentality there, I should have never have asked you to keep our relationship as a secret”

It took me a while to stop crying but Cesaro stayed there holding me, when I finally stopped we sat down on the couch.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Go ahead”

Cesaro held my hand.

“I love you, I know I’ve been a fool but I don’t want to lose you, that’s the least I wanted to do, I know this may be hard to believe but I see us married someday, I don’t want a future without you”

“I love you too, it’s going to take a while for me to trust you again”

He kissed my hand.

“I’ll keep apologizing and showing you how much I love you, now what can I do to start to make this right?”

“You could start by telling your family, I’m going to tell mine too, and you have to tell at least 2 people at work”

“Sounds good to me”

“And I want us to arrive together at the arena, deal?”

“Deal”

The next day was a pay-per-view, I was more nervous about waking in with Cesaro than my actual work, I felt the looks of surprise of the people backstage, we walked in close proximity of each other but soon he took my hand in his, I was surprised but his gesture, he smiled at me and we kept walking, we left our stuff in our respective look rooms and then he asked me to go with him.

We walked to the curtain were Seth and Vince were talking, I suddenly felt conscious but it was too late, Claudio just casually chimed in their conversation.

“Hi, just wanted to say we are dating”

There was a 2 seconds pause of silence, Vince and Seth exchanged a look of disbelief and then finally answered to the blunt statement my boyfriend just made.

“Congratulations”

“Finally, I’m so happy for you both”

Seth said.

“Thanks”

We said and quickly walked away.

“Did you really had to tell Vince first?”

“I told Seth”

“Yes, but he was with Vince”

“You said two people”

“Fine, at least I can do this now”

I hugged his waist, he smiled at me, I was feeling much better now, I could finally say out loud that I love Cesaro.

#cesaro #wwe cesaro #cesaro x reader #antonio cesaro #cesaro imagine #cesaro one shot #cesaro fanfiction

[south-of-heaven]

cesaro x fem!reader where reader is at a gala event celebrating the new season of total divas and cesaro comes in and sweeps reader off her feet?

Swept || Cesaro x Reader

Summary: You didn't think Cesaro would be able to show up to the premiere of the new season of Total Divas. Cesaro has plans though, and even after years of dating he still manages to sweep you off your feet.

A/N: Cesaro x Diva!Reader is my favourite thing in the world right now.

The premiere of the new season of Total Divas was a dazzling event. The red carpet was abuzz with celebrities, fellow wrestlers, and cameras flashing like fireworks on the Fourth of July. You arrived with Nattie and TJ, excited to celebrate the completion of the season, even though your boyfriend, Cesaro, had a prior engagement and couldn't make it.

You and Nattie posed for pictures, laughing and waving at the excited fans, feeling the electric energy of the event. You didn't mind that Cesaro couldn't be there; you knew how demanding his schedule could be.

As you mingled with the crowd, the anticipation built. The new season was a significant moment for everyone involved. You watched the big screen, showing previews of the episodes to come. It was all so surreal; the ups, the downs, and the dramatic twists of your Diva-lives.

Then, suddenly, in the midst of your excitement, a familiar voice broke through the noise.

"Excuse me, pardon me," said the charming Swiss accent you knew so well.

You turned to find Cesaro striding down the red carpet, dressed impeccably in a tailored suit. Your eyes widened with surprise as he approached.

Nattie and TJ exchanged knowing glances, having been in on the surprise all along. Cesaro's smile was infectious as he reached you. "Mind if I cut in?"

Before you could reply, he gently grabbed your hand and pulled you away from the crowd. The moment you were out of the spotlight, he swept you into his arms and captured your lips with a passionate kiss. The world around you disappeared as his lips met yours.

The crowd cheered and clapped, and cameras flashed, capturing the unexpected, heartwarming moment. But all you could focus on was Cesaro's deep blue eyes and the warmth of his embrace. The chaos of the premiere faded into the background, and in that stolen moment, you were the only two people in the world.

Breaking the kiss but still holding you close, Cesaro gazed into your eyes. "I had to be here for this special night," he said, his voice filled with sincerity and love.

You smiled, feeling both surprised and incredibly lucky. Even after all these years, Cesaro still managed to sweep you off your feet, leaving you breathless.

As you clung to him, hand in hand, you rejoined the red carpet, this time as a couple. Your love was captured by the cameras, but the most important thing was that Cesaro was there to celebrate with you. The night was now truly perfect, and your heart was overflowing with love and gratitude for this incredible man who never ceased to amaze you.

#wwe fanfiction #wwe x reader #pro wrestling #wrestling #wwe #cesaro x reader #cesaro wwe #cesaro #aew collision #aew fanfiction #aew imagine #aew dynamite #claudio castagnoli x reader #claudio castagnoli

[daddyhausen]

• screen time — claudio castagnoli •

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a/n — i got a fucking language kink if it ain’t obvious. also i know claudio speaks multiple languages, but i chose italian bc that’s the one i’m most familiar with :3

also keep in mind i’m using google translate as i am not fluent in italian so i apologise if there is anything wrong or misspelt

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{ masterlists } | { aew masterlist } | { claudio castagnoli masterlist }

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{ summary } — what’s better than watching claudio play video games ? cuddling him while he’s playing video games of course !

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{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, fem!reader, language kink, riding, male + female orgasms, squirting, vaginal sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, internal cumshot, creampie

{ word count } — 1.2k

{ genre } — smut

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observed was not nearly the word you’d use to describe this moment, for it was far too precious to you. you simply admired him, his concentration in that exact moment although you did not have a clear view of his features, at least from your current position, however you could make out the slightest glimpse of his stare in the reflection of his monitor. his eyes fixated with an intense gaze, eyebrows furrowed in concentration, his tongue positioned between slightly gritted teeth, just barely jutting out past his lips. a few curse words muttered here and there whenever a level had become particularly frustrating to beat. you could also hear the resounding chuckle of one adam cole through his headphones whenever your love had lost a round.

to say you were in love was an understatement, you had hearts in your eyes for him. you craved him, nor necessarily in a sexual sence, moreso his touch, his warmth. the way his arms would protectively wrap around your waist, the small kisses he’d plant atop your shoulders, the way he’d stare lovingly down at you although he was supposed to be concentrating on his game. you smiled softly thinking about it

you stood up, although your current position on the bed was rather comfortable, you made your way towards him, quietly tip-toing behind him, your arms wrapping around his muscular frame, chin placed daintily upon his shoulder, a sweet, soft kiss graced his cheek. he leaned into it, a gentle sigh escaping his lips. it was a comfortable silence the two of you basked in, no sense of awkwardness in the air.

he raised his arms up, both hands still gripping the controller quite firmly, allowing you to take a seat on his lap. you did so slowly, making sure not to disturb his game. you straddled his lap, one leg on either side of his thighs. his arms came down around your body, holding a protective grip on your waist as his chin lightly rested upon your shoulder.

you buried yourself into the warmth of his chest, head buried into the cross of his neck, still hearing the incoherent ramblings of adam through his headphones. you basked in the immense comfort and protection of his warmth, succumbing to the soft, rhythmic thumps of his heartbeat, letting a small sigh escape your lips.

hours you could spend like this, in silence, just basking in each other’s glory. it felt safe, it felt like home. peering up slowly through half-closed lids, the lull of sleep seeming to pull you in during the early morning hours, noticing that same soft slow pull affecting his blinks. adam hald already logged off about an hour or so ago as evident by the silence through your love’s headphones. entranced, you stared up at him for a moment, pupils blown wide with such adoration for him.

he took off his headphones, placing them on the table beside his keyboard, he glanced down at you slowly with tired eyes, a soft smile forming across his lips

“what’s the matter, amore mio?” { my love }

his voice was soft, loving, aided by a simple head pat, smoothing the loose strands of hair from your eyes, tucking them behind your ears.

“tired?” he questioned again. you only offered a simple head shake, a no in response for the time being

“a little, but i don’t want to fall asleep yet” you hummed, nuzzling further into his chest

“well, i got an idea of what we could do for the time being”

“oh really?” you propped yourself up slightly, hands resting upon his shoulders, a sly raise of your eyebrow at his suggestion. “and what do you propose we do?”

he said nothing, merely cupping your cheeks in both his large palm pulling you down for a tender, yet heated kiss. a small gasp let your lips at the sudden contact, one of which made him smile into your lips. his hands moved slowly, down from your cheeks, cupping the swell of your breasts on his palms for a moment, his thumbs flickering over your clothed nipples, feeling them perk up at his touch onder the fabric.

his hands continued to travel downward, from your breast they moved down your stomach, around the wonderful curve of your hips, finally resting on your plump ass, giving the supple flesh a rough squeeze just for good measure. he pulled away from the kiss for a moment, quickly coming to the realisation that you were only hearing panties underneath your… well, his shirt.

“you planned this, didn’t you?” he tilted his head slightly, a sly smirk. a chuckle followed soon after.

“maybe…” you remarked with the same cocky wit in your response, leaning forward to kiss him rather harshly again. his hands slid up your shirt once more, fingertips traced shapes against your skin. he was far too impatient to remove your clothing for now, simply wanting to ravage you then and there.

your hands slipped down from around his neck, gripping his shirt with your nails, hips slowly beginning to grind in his growing bulge. soft moans erupting from his parted lips as you pulled away, fingertips toying with the hem of his sweatpants.

“amore…” { love } he yearned for you, your touch, your warmth, letting a small, primal growl escape his lips when you freed his hard cock from the restraint of his sweatpants

“sei amore della mia vita…” { you are the love of my life }

he lifted your hips up, prying your panties to the side. his lips locked with yours, the tip of his cock teased your soaked folds, slipping into your entrance with ease, adoring the way your tight little cunt stretched around his thick cock.

you could not help yourself, beggining to bounce on his cock, his hands gripped your waist, aiding your movements. your head buried into the crook of his neck, placing loving kisses upon his skin, nipping the flesh slightly with your teeth as a guttural groan parted his lips.

“fuck…i’m close,” he grunted, feeling his cock swell inside your warmth. your cunt throbbing around his size egging him closer to his release. you remained silent, insisting on riding him, focused on helping him achieve release.

your body buzzed with pleasure, slowly thrusting your hips down onto his cock, feeling his thick size stretch you out with ease as his orgasm drew near. you hummed against his lips, your stomach tightening with such need for release.

“m-me too…” you whined, increasing the speed of your movements, throwing you head back in pleasure as a gutteral moan ripped through your throat. claudio’s grip tightened around your waist, he pulled your shirt up, burying his face into your breasts, sucking and biting your sensitive nipples

“amore mio, sborra per me” { my love, cum for me } he growled against your flesh

“that’s it, fare un pasticcio su tutto il mio cazzo” { make a mess all over my cock }

you could not hold on much longer, a fire burning in your belly, cunt pulsing around his big cock, continuing to slam your hips down against his, crying out with release

“oh fuck!-“ you whined, dragging out your moans, juices gushing around his size, thighs shaking as such intense pleasure coursed through you. he was quick to follow suit, lightly biting down on your nipple, his cum flooding your void in a sea of white, filling you to the brim as you slammed down on his cock for a final time, collapsing into him

“amore…” { love… }, he breathed out, softly tucking stray strands of hair behind your ear so he could see your face clearly.

“tu sei il mio sole e le mie stelle. ti amerò per sempre” { you are my sun and stars. i’ll love you forever }

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[bayleymania]

Okay, but there are some wrestlers whose real names are cooler than their wrestling names.

#wrestling #like Gionna Daddio… that sounds so cool!!!!!!!!!!! #imagine having Claudio Castagnoli and calling him Cesaro… like… really? #I know the legal reasons of them wanting to own the name but come on #some of this are worth it #lexie speaks

[spinebuster]

i'm normal about claudio (girl who got popular on wrestlblr back in the day for cesaro x reader imagines in high school)

#griff lb

[thesmallworldofsamizayn]

my current job has me doing a lot of standing/walking around a museum with little to do but think, so i've been trying to fantasy book a final feud for sami and kevin. context being the build to kevin's hypothetical retirement, where his final match will be with sami of course (barring his inevitable returns to the ring as a hall of famer to put over rising talent). i was trying to think how you could make a feud work with them one last time without it just seeming like turning back the clock. cause while they have fought on and off since kevin's wwe debut, they never fully figured out their shit until this year, and now their bond feels sure, not vulnerable to betrayal the way it has been in the past. i ended up imagining the most self indulgent wish fulfilment scenario possible culminating in a 2 out of 3 falls match for the universal title which sami wins off a heel-turned kevin. warning it's so so cheesy. and way too many things at once. ahem,

the build starts with universal champion!kevin unhappy and lashing out, because despite having the world title he knows he's near the end, and he has no one in his corner on smackdown (they kind of have to be on separate brands and have been growing apart again for this to work). it's almost as hollow as his first universal title reign, and his charming sarcasm has curdled into ugly bitterness.

then sami comes out of the woodwork on Raw, titleless but still doing very well as one of the top babyfaces, still optimistic despite everything. and maybe he hasn't been calling kevin or getting coffee with him as much as they used to. he's just so busy lately! but now kevin's going back to his old ways and he has to try and talk him down. it goes about as well as you'd expect, kevin starting off cordial and warm before the resentment quickly bubbles up and he starts slinging lower blows than he has in years, specifically at sami once again proving unable to keep up with him as a champion-level competitor. kevin wasn't even trying to get in the world title picture until recently, he practically took it in his sleep! how long's sami been vainly trying to snag the WHC? what about that historic anti climax at elimination chamber 2023? (NB kevin doesn't get the title off roman in my mind but im not booking that far back) face it, he snarls to a dismayed-but-sadly-not-that-surprised sami, the only meaningful gold he was ever getting was with kevin by his side.

he basically forces sami to challenge him for that universal title, pushing his buttons every way he can. sami's pretty reluctant at first, not wanting to fall for kevin's mind games all over again, and really thinking they were past this shit. but unfortunately he's sami and one thing about sami is he falls in the trap even when he knows it's a trap, and he just cannot resist such a blatant challenge. it's cesaro, neville, strowman, roman, everyone who's told him to his face he'll never be that guy and to just stay down. and, well, after their first match up in a long while, his age old obsessions with proving those guys wrong and with fighting kevin owens forever take over, and they're all set for wrestlemania. (or summerslam. i'm not too proud)

it's 2 out of 3 falls because that kind of feels like the perfect way to cap it all off, the format that put sami zayn on the map in the first place, and the one that lets kevin owens Fucking Finally do his package piledriver into a successful pin without giving him the match. here my novice understanding of good match planning comes up short. they would come up with something extremely brilliant and heartbreaking, but my thinking was the pin order goes sami-kevin-sami - with the first pin coming quite a way into the match, and the second quick on its heels. they'll do all their favourite callbacks except battleground cause that one has been overdone by this point even if it is the most poetic one. it's visceral and violent but also kind of joyous. and very melancholic. fully them, basically.

the emotional arc is focused a little more on kevin, who is tired and angry and consciously trying to embody the monster he always used to be against sami, hardening himself up. there's one moment towards the end where sami's down, the ref's incapacitated and kevin gets a chair, face full of murderous intent until he actually gets to sami, where he just stops. doesn't even seem to have an internal conflict about hitting him with it, just stands there, waits for sami to notice him and flinch back, and then waits some more, locking eyes with sami in a silent conversation while he gets back to his feet, before tossing the chair aside and punching him in the head. (cue their beloved #1 single, Hockey Punches of Love.)

sami wins the world title at long last, and everything is beautiful. any apparent hatred that was fuelling this match evaporates the milisecond it ends. because it was never really about kevin not believing in him, but kevin wanting more than anything for sami to get the official recognition he deserves, and wanting no one else to take the title off him, knowing how to play the game (both the in-universe manipulation and his characteristic genre awareness), and above all, kevin wanting to fight his best friend one last time. he tries to let sami have the moment to himself, dragging himself to the corner of the ring too exhausted to even stand, but sami won't have it, not after what they just did, not after their last match. they hug the life out of each other, and cut a couple of very emotional promos on each other that probably come directly from their real actual hearts so I wouldn't try and script them here.

that's all i have. i'd be interested to know what the twc thinks re: these two in another feud/if they should even have one!

#sami zayn #kevin owens #zowens #fantasy booking #long post #the amount of head fanfic i've written for tehse 2 during my shifts man. boredom takes me to great places. #not writing a word of most of it because it is entirely made up of the angstiest/hurtcomfortest possible scenarios x100

[wrestlersownmyheart]

The Kingslayer's Epiphany (Seth Rollins X Reader)

Pairing: Seth Rollins X Reader Summary: When Smackdown invades RAW and you're kidnapped by the Bludgeon Brothers, Shield members—and Tag Team Champions—Seth Rollins and Dean Ambrose prepare for battle at Survivor Series (2017) to get you back. And in the midst of all the chaos, Seth has quite the epiphany. Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with WWE. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination. Story Content & Trigger Warnings: Violence against both males and females.

Note: This is the finished product after I edited out all curse words and references to sex. Hope it is enjoyed!

The Kingslayer's Epiphany

"Any ladies in here…Y'all need to get out. Like, five minutes ago."

You and your friend and co-worker, Sasha Banks both shrieked at hearing the male voice in your very female locker room. Sasha was lucky enough to still be dressed, but you had just gotten out of the shower. Your waist-length hair was still dripping wet and you'd barely gotten a towel wrapped around yourself.

You spun around clutching said towel to your body and glared at AJ Styles as his head poked through the locker room door. But at least he had his eyes averted to the floor.

"AJ," you snapped, "Get out of here! What do you think you're-"

"I'm serious, Y/N," AJ cut you off. "Y'all need to grab your stuff and get out of this arena. Now. Smackdown is invading—Shane's orders." His eyes searched your face then. "You especially need to leave. The Bludgeon Brothers—Luke and Erick—they have plans for you. If you see them… run the other way."

"P-plans," you asked. Your heart stuttered along with your speech. "AJ, what kind of plans?

"That's ridiculous," Sasha cut in. "They haven't even debuted as the Bludgeon Brothers yet!"

You watched as AJ briefly turned his attention to Sasha. "Rumor has it backstage that they're gonna debut at Survivor Series. I have no idea in what capacity, but I'm pretty sure it is happening." His gaze returned to yours. "As for the plans for you—I'm not sure. But it can't be good, kid. Now, get out of here! Don't waste time. Just go!"

The door swung shut then and AJ disappeared.

And your heart hammered in your chest. Just the idea of those two behemoths getting their hands on you made you shudder.

"Y/N, hurry! Get dressed," Sasha exclaimed, pulling a jacket on over her ring attire. "We need to get out of here!"

Her voice jarred you from your thoughts and you quickly dug a pair of black yoga pants and a pink oversized sweatshirt from your gym bag. Hurriedly, you tugged on the clothing in record time, not bothering with undergarments—there just wasn't enough time for all that. You slipped your feet—sans socks—into your Sketchers and began tying the laces with trembling fingers.

"Sasha, go," you said urgently. "Go warn the other girls and then get out of here."

"I can't just leave you behind-"

"The others need to know what's coming. They're all exhausted from their matches," you hissed, finishing a double knot. "They won't stand a chance. I know to get out of here. But they don't. Please, go!"

Sasha nodded, obviously conflicted but darted out of the locker room nonetheless.

The women would be warned. You could be relieved about that. But the men… you thought. They had no idea. All your friends' faces flashed through your mind. Your fellow Shield members first and foremost; Roman was out sick with a bad virus.

But Dean!

Seth…

Your ride-or-die.

Even though he probably doesn't even realize he's my ride-or-die.

You thought also of Finn and his goofy, fun-loving personality. Matt and Jeff. Cesaro. Sheamus. All of them.

You cared about these people. They were your family and they needed to be warned—to be helped. You couldn't leave. No matter how scared you were of the two huge men who were apparently after you.

You knew what you had to do.

You struggled to tie your other shoe, but once the laces were knotted you shot over to the locker room door and poked your head out, making sure it was still safe for the time being.

It's quiet, you thought to yourself, eyeing the deserted hallways. Too quiet.

Ignoring the fact your heart was in your throat, you ran out the door and bolted down the hall toward Seth's dressing room, praying that both he and Dean were both there and not elsewhere. Flying around a corner, you smacked right into what felt like a wall. Bouncing back a bit, you struggled to breathe. Your breath was knocked clear out of you. Hands reached out and latched none-too-gently on to your arms, and in horror, you looked up to see Erick Rowan leering down at you. Luke Harper stood next to him, his black eyes boring into yours. They both sported blue SmackDown t-shirts. You noticed that Luke was carrying a spare one in his hand.

"Put this on," Luke started, shoving the t-shirt at you.

With a shrill scream, you shot your knee up into Erick's groin as hard as you could. Luke reached out then, preparing to snatch you up but you ducked under his arms and ran as fast as your legs would allow.

Just minutes later you reached Seth's dressing room and didn't bother to knock. Rushing inside, you shut and locked the door behind you. Spinning around you saw Seth and Dean eyeing you cautiously.

The television was on, and the two men must've been watching the remainder of the show.

Shane was in the ring with Kurt. The Smackdown roster surrounded them.

"What's going on," Seth's gaze shifted from you to the TV. "Y/N, why are you crying?"

It was only then that you felt wetness on your face. Shakily, you reached up and wiped at the tears; embarrassed that you were showing such weakness.

"Smackdown is invading," you said, hating the tremble in your voice. You motioned to the TV with your head. "They're going to attack us."

Seth muttered a curse under his breath. "They purposely waited until the end of the show. What's that going to prove? That they can beat up a roster who's already fought all night? Big deal." He glanced over at Dean then and pulled on his gloves for the second time that night. "You ready for another brawl, brother?"

Dean was already bouncing on the balls of his feet with excitement. "Ya know it."

"WHAT," you demanded, Erick and Luke instantly forgotten. How could they think of fighting when they had to be exhausted? "I came and warned you, so you could get away, you jerks!"

You watched in fury when Seth's mouth twitched as though he were fighting off a grin, and Dean didn't even try to hide it. He busted out laughing and kissed the top of your head. "That's really adorable, Doll. But we ain't hidin' or runnin'. That's our roster out there. We don't-"

"I was going to go warn them too," you argued, hoping to persuade them. "You guys… You don't get it! You're all tired. SmackDown isn't! They're going to-"

"Under. Siege."

You all three heard Shane speak the cryptic words from the television, and watched as Kurt began scrambling to get backstage.

"Go get 'em!" Shane motioned with his hand for his roster to go attack, and with the New Day and Becky Lynch leading the pack, they charged up the ramp, determination and excitement etched on their faces.

"It's on," Dean chuckled.

Seth latched onto your wrist and then was ushering you out the door with Dean close behind.

"What are you doing," you demanded, trying to free your wrist from Seth's gentle but firm grip.

"You're getting out of here," Seth said as he all but dragged you down the hallway. "We're gonna get you to the rental, and you're gonna go to the hotel. We'll meet you there later."

"No," you cried, working to pry his fingers loose from your wrist. "I want to stay and help! The women's division needs me! I'm-"

"You're not stayin', Doll," Dean interrupted. "You're crazier than me if you think you are."

"Now you wait just a minute," you growled, jabbing Dean in the chest with your finger for emphasis. "I sent Sasha to warn the others when she could've made an escape. She could get hurt because of me! I'm not leaving-"

In the blink of an eye, Seth had you hauled over his shoulder as if you weighed nothing.

"Put me down, you stubborn jackass!" You kicked your feet with the intent of messing with his equilibrium and getting free; not to hurt him. He continued carrying you down the hall. Dean snickered behind the two of you. You reached out and slapped at him. "I'm going to kick both your butts! You're going to be so sorry when I get through with you!"

"As scared as you have me, Munchkin," Seth said, sarcasm lacing his voice, "I'll have to take my chances."

"Don't you dare call me that at a time like this, Seth Rollins," you snarled. "I may be little, but I can still beat your-"

There was a lot of shouting growing closer—from around the corner at the other end of the hall.

"Oh, no," you whispered, growing tense. "Seth, please put me down!"

"You got it."

The next thing you know, you were gently hurled into a dark maintenance closet and the door was shut in your face. Your hand shot out and latched onto the doorknob, giving it a sharp twist.

Locked. Or jammed. You weren't sure which.

"Seth! Dean! Let me out of here!" You screamed as you pounded on the door with your fists. You stepped back and tried kicking at the door but it was too sturdy. You could hear fighting beyond the door now. "Let me out, you jack-holes, or I swear I'm going to-"

Your words were interrupted by the opening of the door.

"Seriously," you demanded, stepping back out into the light. "You actually locked me-"

Your gaze shifted upward as your eyes readjusted to the light, and settled on Erick and Luke cornering you. Again.

"No," you uttered, backing up a step.

There was nowhere to go except back into the closet behind you. Erick reached out and grabbed hold of your neck in his huge hand. You clawed at his wrist and tried to force him to release you as you took a deep breath, preparing to scream your lungs out. He clamped his hand tighter around your throat and cut off your air before you could utter a sound. You felt as though your eyes were going to pop out of your head as you fought for oxygen.

"Y/N!"

You were only vaguely aware of Seth's voice roaring your name as your vision grew fuzzy around the edges. Tears spilled from your eyes and your chest burned like fire.

"DOLL!"

Dean shouted next.

Frantic with the need for air, you latched onto one of Erick's fingers and bent it back as far as you could. The bald Neanderthal howled in pain; a sound you never heard the likes of before. His grip on your neck loosened and as you bent his finger even further, he released you altogether.

You'd planned to run if he let you go. But your body had different plans from your brain. You fell to the floor in a small helpless heap, gasping for air quicker than you could attain it. Your fuzzed-over gaze shifted slowly down the hall to see a blur of blue battling and beating the devil out of your fellow roster members.

Seth was knocked to the floor and kicked in the stomach. As he rolled over to protect his ribs, his gaze locked with yours. His dark eyes shifted upward above you and a look of horror crossed his face. Groggy from your lack of oxygen, you wondered why he looked so scared for you when he was the one being hit and kicked.

Then you felt yourself flying through the air and realized Erick and Luke weren't through with you.

The last thing you would remember was an explosion of pain at the back of your head and your shoulder as you collided with the wall, and then everything went black in an instant.

}i{}i{}i{}i{}i{

"What were you thinking? You made her hit the wall too hard!"

"I had to do something! She was beating the devil out of you, Rowan! Little Miss Five-Foot-Two, of all people. And you couldn't even subdue her!"

"That's exactly why we need her. She's strong and tough, and we need a strong female on our team. We went over this. But Y/N has been out cold for three days straight—because of you! Something tells me she's not so strong or tough anymore."

"Oh, God…" you uttered softly upon waking to hear Rowan and Harper bickering like a couple of gossipy high school girls. Your head was killing you, your left shoulder was throbbing, and your stomach was churning from nausea. And these two annoying, male chauvinistic pigs couldn't even let you sleep in peace. "Please, shut up. Or I swear to God I will barf on the both of you."

With your eyes still closed, you took stock of your situation. You were lying down on what felt like cement. "Not even a freaking pillow," you muttered softly. Struggling with pain all over your body, you managed to squint and slowly open your eyes to take in your surroundings. It was apparently night time. There was very dim lighting and you saw Rowan and Harper standing not far away, staring at you.

"Where am I," you ask softly, fighting to move into a sitting position. "Where are all my friends? Are they okay? Dean?… Seth?"

"They're not your concern anymore," Rowan answered. "We are."

You rolled your eyes and then winced as pain reverberated all over your head, from your eyes to your neck. Biting back a whimper, you forced yourself to meet his gaze. "I don't give a RIP what happens to either of you. In fact, I'll bring along your demise the first chance I get, Rowan. Mark. My. Words."

He stalked over to you and grabbed a hank of your hair, forcefully tipping your throbbing head back so you had no choice but to look at him. This time you couldn't stop the soft cry that ripped past your lips. "I'd be a tad nicer, girl," he growled. "You're going to be here with us for a while."

"What are you talking about," you asked, tearing your gaze from his and taking in your surroundings. You were in some sort of warehouse-slash-workshop. A fire-pit was in the middle of the building, but it did you little good for warmth seeing as you were at the wall on the other side of the workshop. You jerked your head away from Rowan—once again forgetting your gargantuan headache—and noticed for the first time that your ankle was shackled to a metal loop in the floor. Your feet were bare. For if I escape the shackle, you realized. I won't get very far.

"You've been out cold for several days, so I'll catch you up," Rowan answered. "We want you as a female team member. You're strong, tough, and one of the best female athletes in this business."

"I'm already part of a team," you answered, trying with much difficulty to sound brave and bored with the subject at hand. "I'm part of the Shield." You swallowed hard and nearly gagged around a wave of pain in your head. "And besides… I'm on RAW. Not SmackDown."

"You were," Rowan agreed, and smiled slightly. "But… there's been a slight alteration to your contract."

Your heart sped up. You didn't like where this was going. Nor did you like the look of confidence on Rowan's face.

"What do you mean?"

"We refused to return you to RAW. Therefore, negotiations took place. No solution was found. So, there was no other choice but to let a certain match determine your fate."

"What match," you asked, feeling more nauseated by the second.

"Us," Rowan indicated himself and Harper, "versus the Shield—minus Reigns, of course. At Survivor Series."

"And," you calmly prompted him to continue, though you were fighting between the urges to either lay down and cry or throw up where you sat.

"And… The winner gets to keep you." He rattled off the stipulations next. "You will be handcuffed inside a cage above the ring, and you'll also be blindfolded and made to wear earbuds to block out your hearing."

Growing angry, you glared at him, "Why? What does it matter what I see or hear?"

"Because we all know the tricks you've been known to pull in the past. If you have no idea what's going on, you can't find a way to help your teammates win."

Your glare darkened even more as you pinned it on both Rowan and Harper. "You better hope they win."

"Oh yeah," Harper finally spoke up, a snarl on his lips. "Why's that, Short Stuff?"

"Because if they don't, I'll make your lives miserable. You'll be wishing you were rid of me within a few hours."

Rowan rushed at you, getting right in your face.

"So… Maybe we WILL get rid of you. Just not the way you're hoping."

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"We're going to get her back, brother," Dean told Seth.

They were sitting in Seth's dressing room backstage at the Phillips Arena in Atlanta. Their match was in the next hour, and they'd already done their warm-ups.

Seth nodded but didn't respond in any other way.

Dean was worried about his friend. He'd not been the same since Y/N was kidnapped so brutally. They'd had no choice but to watch as she was flung into a wall and knocked unconscious. Then the two beastly barbarians known as the Bludgeon Brothers had carried her away.

We have to get her back, Seth thought to himself. We're not whole without her.

He thought of all the special memories he had with her. Endless Harry Potter marathons. It didn't matter how many times they'd seen each movie. They never tired of them. Y/N never could get through Snape's death without weeping, and Seth would always pull her against him and cuddle her till the scene was over and her crying ceased.

She'd been his date to the Hall of Fame induction ceremony seven months prior. He'd sworn to himself as long as he lived he would never forget how she looked in her evening dress. The bright red slinky material hugged her curves and contrasted vividly with her skin. She'd worn a matching red lipstick, and with her hair done up in a fancy up-do, she'd reminded him of a classy 1940s Hollywood actress. She'd taken his breath away and he'd wanted to kiss her so badly. But he'd always figured he'd had too much to drink, and that she probably didn't feel the same way about him.

And now I may never have the chance to find out how she feels about me, he thought.

The notion left him feeling gutted.

"I love her," he uttered the words, not even realizing he was speaking.

"Well, duh," Dean replied, sitting down beside him on the large sofa. "We both do. So does Roman."

"No," Seth exclaimed, turning to Dean with a panicked look in his dark eyes. "I'm in love with Y/N. We have to get her back Dean. We can't fail. We can't lose her. Ican't lose her!"

"It's about time you realized it, brother," Dean patted Seth's shoulder. "And we will get her back. We're not gonna lose 'er."

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By the time Survivor Series rolled around, you were an emotional mess.

You'd proven to be more of a handful than Rowan and Harper realized. On a particular occasion within your first week of staying with the Bludgeon Brothers, you managed to free your foot of the shackle that held you but not without sacrifice. As you stood shakily to your feet, you knew you'd torn something in your foot or ankle. A ligament, some cartilage, you had no idea. All you knew was that you were free, and you had to get out of there before Rowan and Harper came back.

You limped and hobbled your way out the door and when you finally got outside, you wanted to sob. You were surrounded by woods. And it was COLD. With no coat or shoes, you were as good as dead. Dejected, you went back inside to face the music when Rowan and Harper returned.

I'll have a chance to get away when they take me to Survivor Series, you thought. Not to mention if Seth and Dean win the match—WHEN they win the match, you corrected yourself. You had to stay positive. When they win the match, I'll get to be with them again.

Rowan and Harper returned a little while later to find your shackle laying beside you. They flew into a rage and opted to chain you up by your wrists, leaving your feet dangling at least a foot above the concrete floor. You were only freed for designated bathroom breaks. And for meals—which were next to nil. They only gave you enough water to survive. They didn't even free you so you could sleep. It was not only a punishment but was to keep you weak—the only true way they could get you to toe the line. You could take pride in that.

Now, as Harper carried your almost limp frame into the Toyota Center in Houston, you heard gasps all around you.

"My God… What did they do to her?"

"Is she sick?"

"Is she hurt badly?"

The questions were all around you, but you barely could make any sense of them.

"Back off," Harper growled suddenly, and he halted in his tracks.

"I just wanted to give her this candy bar. She looks like she needs it."

Renee, you thought sluggishly. She's trying to help me.

"No food," Rowan snapped at her. "If she has any strength, she's a tyrant to deal with."

You couldn't help but smile in your dazed, sleep-deprived state. Good.

"How can you expect her to last through an entire pay-per-view," Renee argued. "She can't even stand!"

"Renee, honey… Get away from here. I'll handle it."

Your eyes shot open. Dean!

"D-Dean?" You automatically reached out your hand to him. He took it gently in his larger one and squeezed. "Y-you're okay? And Seth?" Tears burned your eyes and a soft sob shuddered through your body.

"Get away from her," Rowan growled, stepping into Dean's personal space. You gripped his hand tighter, unwilling to let go.

"Seth's fine, Doll," Dean answered without taking his eyes off Rowan. "Don't you be worrying about us. We're gonna take care of this. And then we're gonna take you out for the biggest cheeseburger in the city."

Your stomach rumbled at the thought. "Tell Seth… I'm o-okay. Don't t-tell him what I look like right now. Don't let him worry, D-Deano."

"It's gonna be okay, sweetie," Dean shifted his gaze to your face. "I promise. We're gonna get you back."

With those words, Harper turned away from Dean, ripping your hand from his. "N-no! Dean! Please! Let me be with them!" Your sobs and cries could be heard all the way to the lobby of the arena. But the Bludgeon Brothers ignored you. They took you to the locker rooms so you could get a shower and prepare for the show that night. They only allowed Renee and Nia to assist you with a shower when they saw that you couldn't even stand long enough to enter the locker room. You sobbed and apologized the entire time for them having to help you clean up.

They warmly assured you that it was not a problem, and most definitely not your fault.

"So don't apologize," Nia said softly. You winced as she washed over your injured shoulder. "They're sickos for what they've done to you."

The rest of the evening went by in a blur for you. You kept falling asleep in the middle of your makeup and hair session. You were so hungry it felt as though your stomach was eating itself.

Finally, it was time to dress. You also had help with that feat. Wardrobe had sent a pair of tight black low-rise pants, and a SmackDown t-shirt.

"Courtesy of the Bludgeon Brothers," the woman said apologetically.

You glared at the shirt and looked at Nia who was again assisting you. "I can't wear that."

"You have to," Nia said. "That was part of their stipulations."

"I'll wear it out there, but it's coming off before I get in that cage," you said. "I bleed red."

Nia smiled deviously. "Well, if you want to go out there in a blaze of glory, I think I can get my hands on something you can wear under it that will make quite the statement to Rowan and Harper."

You nodded with a smile of your own. "Please do."

A couple hours later, Rowan and Harper were making their entrance. They'd made it clear that they couldn't be bothered with getting you to the ring, so they had a referee wheel you down in a wheelchair and help you into the cage which was set up inside the ring.

"Wait," you said softly, as the ref started to assist you into the cage so he could cuff your wrists to the top of the small structure. You reached down and tugged up the hem of the SmackDown t-shirt, careful to keep the shirt underneath from coming off with it. Gingerly, you eased the blue shirt over your injured shoulder and up over your head. Fully removing it from your body, you managed a weak smile as you showcased the cropped, red RAW shirt you now wore. As a final act of defiance, you tossed the SmackDown shirt at Rowan's and Harper's feet.

"I won't be needing that," you said, staring them down.

With a snarl, Rowan rushed forward and shoved the ref out of the ring. "I'll take it from here," he growled, and then shoved you hard into the cage. Your back collided with the bars and your shoulder throbbed in protest. You bit your lip to fight off the cry that threatened to erupt from your mouth.

In the next instant, Rowan had your right wrist above your head and secured in one of the handcuffs. Your skin burned as it pulled in the restraint, due to all the time spent in cuffs at the Bludgeon Brothers' workshop. Rowan chuckled, at seeing your discomfort. "Too tight," he asked.

You nodded immediately. You couldn't help it. "Yes. Please—it hurts…"

He got in your face and smirked. "Good." With that, he yanked your left arm up—much harder than was necessary. You were sure he meant to hurt your injured shoulder even more. You couldn't stop the scream that passed your lips if your very life depended on it.

Suddenly, the Shield's music hit and both Seth and Dean were flying for the ring, fury etched across their faces. Once they were inside the ring, however, Rowan wrenched your arm up even further and you screamed again.

"Stop right there, or I swear I'll rip her arm off and then choke her out with it," Rowan said casually, as if he wasn't about to get murdered in the middle of the ring.

You heard a growl pass Seth's throat, and then his gaze shifted from Rowan's face to yours.

"It's gonna be okay, sweetheart," he said softly. "This'll be over soon."

You nodded and forced yourself—for Seth's and Dean's sake—not to scream when Rowan cuffed your other wrist above your head. Immediately, earbuds were shoved into your ears and you could only hear the Monday Night RAW theme blaring. You kept your gaze locked on Seth's until the blindfold was slid over your eyes and there was only darkness.

}i{}i{}i{}i{}i{

Seth put on the match of his life. He meant no disrespect in the least to Dean, but he felt like this was his match. His win. It had to be him. It was his woman he was fighting for—whether Y/N realized it or not.

When this is over, he thought, I'm not wasting another second in letting her know what she means to me—how much I love her.

Seth only tagged Dean in when he wanted to double team Rowan or Harper. The rest of the time he stuck to his high-flying and brutal maneuvers. He even brought back his old curb stomp. And used it every chance he got. He wasn't fooling around.

Rowan and Harper are NOT winning this match, he thought as he delivered a sling blade to Harper. He couldn't handle thinking of the abuse Y/N would endure—had already endured. Having to watch her on the monitors backstage as Rowan roughed her up in the cage was his undoing. The second she screamed, he saw red. He didn't even realize he'd been running until he was inside the ring.

He slammed his knee into Rowan's face and saw his opportunity as the large man sprawled across the canvas; out cold. Seth pounced and covered him, hooking his leg at the same time. Dean was pummeling Harper with his fists; keeping him busy so he couldn't interfere with the three count.

1…2…3

Ding-Ding-Ding!

The Shield's music blasted through the arena and the crowd went crazy as Seth kicked Rowan out of the ring completely. Then he marched over to the referee and snatched the cage's and handcuffs' keys from him.

Dean went to the corner of the ring and motioned for a microphone while Y/N's cage was lowered back down to the canvas. "Cut the music and have some respect," he called out to the people working in the sound truck. "We ain't celebratin' 'till we make sure our girl is okay!"

This earned another round of cheers from the crowd as they voiced their agreement.

The cage reached the canvas, and Seth's heart sank as he saw Y/N practically hanging from her cuffs; tears streaming down her cheeks. He wasted no time in unlocking the door and then he was inside with her, holding her up. Her skin burned his and he noted the sweat dotting along her hairline and temples. She jolted as his arms went around her and a cry broke from her lips.

Immediately, he plucked the earbuds from her ears and slid the blindfold from her head. "Shhh…" He shushed her gently. "I've gotcha, sweetheart."

"S-Seth?" Her heavy-lidded eyes shifted upward and met his.

He swallowed hard and gave a nod. "Yeah, baby. It's Seth." He supported her weight with one arm while he reached up with his free hand and unlocked one of the cuffs. "You're safe now. We've got you." Her right arm fell heavy and useless as the cuff released her. She winced and let out a pained moan. "Arm was numb," she uttered. "Now it feels like pricking needles."

"I'm so sorry, baby," Seth whispered as he began unlocking the other cuff.

"Not your fault," Y/N replied. She inhaled sharply as her wrist came free. Seth took it gently in his hand and eased her arm down. His soft touch wasn't enough to keep her shoulder from throbbing as he lowered her arm, however. She cried out and sobbed as fire shot from the crook of her neck all the way down her arm.

Seth growled a curse as her face visibly paled.

"What's wrong with her," Dean tried to inch his way into the cage, but there wasn't enough room.

"She needs a doctor," was all Seth said as he bent and scooped Y/N's legs up and cradled her against his chest.

Dean cursed as he spun around and went immediately to the ropes, climbing through them. "Give her to me."

Seth followed him over to the ropes, the audience all but forgotten. He passed Y/N over to Dean so he could climb through the ropes without dropping her. Immediately, he demanded she be returned to him. Then they were hurrying up the ramp to get her to the trainer's office.

}i{}i{}i{}i{}i{

It seemed like it took forever before you felt the cage descending. Your legs had given out within minutes of the match's start. Your wrists and arms took on all of your weight and your shoulder was absolutely killing you. Tears streamed down your face and groans of pain burst from your mouth.

Now, as the cage thudded slightly against the canvas of the ring, part of you was relieved the ordeal was finally over but another part of you was scared to death of the outcome.

What if Rowan and Harper somehow cheated and won? What if Seth and Dean are hurt? What will happen-?

Your thoughts were interrupted as you felt the cage shift slightly under someone's weight. Arms went around you in a possessive hold and your sore body jumped, and save for a soft cry, you forced yourself to stay quiet. You would not give the Bludgeon Brothers the satisfaction of seeing your fear if they were the victors.

You felt the earbuds pulled from your ears and in the next instant, the blindfold left you.

"Shhh… I've gotcha, sweetheart."

Your heart skipped at hearing the voice of the man you loved. "S-Seth," you slurred and managed to shift your gaze to his. He appeared to swallow past a lump in his throat, and he nodded. "Yeah, baby. It's Seth."

In the next couple minutes, he managed to get your wrists freed, though not without excruciating pain. Everything became a blur after that. The next thing you knew, you were lying on a gurney and being wheeled through a brightly lit hallway.

As your vision blurred then faded, you could have sworn you heard Seth's voice saying:

"I love you, Y/N. I love you."

}i{}i{}i{}i{}i{

In the darkness, you became aware of sounds all around you. Low voices. Distant footsteps. The soft hum of machinery, and a steady beeping that seemed to reverberate through your head.

You whimpered softly as consciousness came back to you and various pains made themselves known. Your head pounded as though a jackhammer was set loose in your brain. Your shoulder throbbed with fire. Overall, your body felt as if you'd been hit by a Mack truck.

Your eyes fluttered, battling to open and take in your surroundings. You became aware of a large hand squeezing your right one, and then warm, soft lips brushed over the back of it. Several tender little kisses to your knuckles followed suit while a beard and mustache scratched lightly against your fingers.

"Y/N? Sweetheart? Can you hear me?"

Seth.

Your eyes weren't fully cooperating yet, so you tried to speak his name. All you managed was a soft pained moan.

"I know, baby. I know it hurts."

His hand left yours and then you heard the sound of water sloshing. A cool wet cloth was applied to your forehead and it shifted down to each of your cheeks, then your neck.

"Freaking fever."

You heard Seth's muttered words and wanted to reassure him you'd be okay. Even though you had no idea if that was true or not.

You forced your eyes to open then, and blinked several times at the blinding light that assaulted your gaze. Quickly, you recognized that you were in a hospital room. Seth was standing at the rolling table over your bed, and soaked the wash cloth again. He was still in his wrestling gear. His hair was rumpled and he looked as if he'd gotten no sleep. He gently smoothed the wet cloth over the skin of your arms as he tried to cool you down; his eyebrows drawn together in concentration.

The sight of his worried face as he took care of you melted your heart. If you didn't know you loved him before, you did now. And in your groggy state, you said the words aloud—not that he understood your garbled slurring.

"What was that, honey?"

You'd already dozed back off and came awake again at the sound of his voice. "Mmm... Dun'no," you mumbled. You gingerly shifted your head so you could see him better. "Ever' one okay? RAW...win?"

He stood still for a moment and gazed down at you, his eyes scanning your face intently. "Yeah, everyone is fine. And Team RAW did win. But that doesn't even matter right now. You are what matters."

"Wha' happ'ned," you asked. "After?" Your words didn't make any sense even to you, but Seth seemed to know what you were asking.

"You were in and out of consciousness," he answered. "I started to carry you to the trainer's office, but you were too bad off for that. We rushed you to the hospital. You've been here a couple of days. You were severely dehydrated and your ankle is sprained. You'd developed a fever that is yet to come down. You..." He swallowed hard and avoided your eyes as he continued to list off your ailments. "Your shoulder... It was badly dislocated. You had to have surgery."

The heart monitor stuttered as your heart skipped a beat and picked up its pace.

"S-surgery," you slurred. "'m I okay?"

He nodded and fidgeted with the wash cloth, still avoiding looking at you. "Yeah. Yeah, you're gonna be fine. But, you're also gonna be outta action for... for a while, honey. Up to a year."

Instantly, you felt terrible. You were letting your team down. You hated that Seth must see you as such a weakling now.

"S-Seth... 'm so sorry..."

His head shot up and he looked over at you. His dark, chocolate-colored eyes narrowed. "What?"

You felt tears burning your eyes and hated yourself for it. "Sorry. Letting y'all down. Sorry for bein' weak."

The wash cloth fell from his hands back into the basin of water and he sat down in the chair next to your bed, scooting it closer so he could take your hand. "What are you talking about, sweetheart?"

It occurred to you that Seth hadn't ever bothered with terms of endearment with you before your kidnapping; other than calling you "munchkin", that is. But you were too sleepy to try and make sense out of it. You were barely able to function enough to answer his question. However, his question was apparently rhetorical, because he didn't give you a true chance to reply.

"Y/N..." he started, tugging your hand to his chest and holding it there. "You aren't letting us down—at all. And you are THE strongest woman I know. You are one of the first women to arrive at the arena every day, and you are the last to leave. I've never seen anyone work harder than you do. Not to mention the month of torture you went through having to stay with those monsters. And you still had the courage to defy them to the very end. So, don't talk to me about being weak. You're not. You're... You're amazing."

A tear finally spilled down your cheek and you could find no words.

"I never realized how amazing..." Seth continued. "Until you were taken from me—from us," he corrected himself quickly, an atypical blush staining his cheeks. "I was so afraid we'd lose that match—that we'd never see you again."

With your eyes growing heavy again, you squeezed his hand to comfort him. "I knew you guys would win," you whispered with a wan smile. "I knew you'd bring me home."

Returning your smile, Seth spoke softly. "We had to. We can't make it without you. It just wouldn't be the same." He chuckled then, "By the way, Dean is here too. It was my turn to sit with you. I should go get him. He's been bouncing off the walls."

You managed a small laugh, and then immediately winced in pain.

"Let me get the nurse to bring you something for your pain. Then I'll go tell Dean he can sit with you a while."

You nodded as he gently placed your hand back on the bed and pushed the nurse's call button on the bed's side rails. You grew more sleepy as Seth informed the nurse of your pain, and began to drift off.

The last thing you remembered was warm lips tenderly brushing over your forehead. After a slight pause, those lips pressed a soft, loving kiss to your mouth.

The trouble was... You'd wake up hours later not knowing if that kiss was real or just a dream.

}i{}i{}i{}i{}i{

A month had passed since your rescue and surgery.

You had stayed home in Orlando to begin your rehabbing and get on the road to recovery. And though the exercises were excruciating at first, you were thrilled at the feeling of doing something. You were sad at having to stay behind while Seth and Dean—and Roman too, once he was cleared to return from his illness—traveled the country and competed. But at the same time, you were just happy to still be part of the Shield instead of condemned to become a Bludgeon Sister.

Now, as you finished up the final touches to your makeup, you smiled in your excitement. It was only a week until Christmas, and you were receiving THE perfect gift.

WWE was returning to the states from being gone overseas for well over almost two weeks. And the first show back on U. S. soil was in Orlando that night. You'd made plans with Seth, Dean and Roman to visit backstage and catch up. It would be the first time you'd see Seth or Dean in weeks, and even longer with Roman.

Giggling, you began singing to yourself:

Guess who just got back today Them wild-eyed boys that had been away Haven't changed that much to say But man, I still think them cats are crazy

Brushing your hair, and preparing to style it with your curling iron, you skipped to the chorus of the Thin Lizzy song:

The boys are back in town (The boys are back in town)

The boys are back in town (The boys are back in town again)

It was nearly time to leave for the Amway Center, so you quickly slid your new red dress on over your meager undergarments and zipped it. You smiled as the scarlet material settled against your curves perfectly. You knew you were dressing up a bit much, but you didn't care. It was nearly Christmas, and you'd missed your boys. You wanted to look special for them.

Especially Seth, you had to admit to yourself. You'd fully accepted the fact that you were head-over-heels in love with him. And while you didn't have the nerve to make the first move, you wanted to encourage him to—if he felt the same way. And you remembered the way he looked at you at the last Hall Of Fame ceremony, when you were his date. He seemed to appreciate how you looked in red.

Slipping on your strappy red stilettos, you checked your reflection one last time and then headed out the door.

You arrived at Amway Center a half hour later and entered the building from the parking garage. The minute you went backstage, you were engulfed in hugs all around.

"Good t' see ya, lass," Finn Bálor said softly, kissing the top of your head. He could easily empathize with you in that you both shared the exact same injury. "Glad t' see y'r feelin' better."

You nodded, "Much better. Thank you. I've missed you all so much."

Sasha hurried up to you then and latched on in a tight hug. "I am so sorry-"

"Don't even," you cut her off with a laugh and returned her hug. "Don't go there, Sasha. This would've happened whether you'd stayed with me or not. And if you'd stayed, you would've probably been hurt as well."

Sasha nodded, "I get that. But I still feel badly. And I'm still sorry you had to go through it."

It seemed like several minutes passed that you spoke with several of the wrestlers when you heard your name uttered softly from behind you.

Turning around, you spotted Seth, Dean, and Roman standing in the hallway wearing their full ring gear.

How could I have forgotten how gorgeous Seth looks in his vest and those cargo pants, you thought to yourself. And that shirt that fits like a second skin. You felt a blush burning your cheeks and you knew he'd have to be blind not to see it.

A smile broke across the three men's faces almost simultaneously. "Baby girl," Roman exclaimed. He bent down and hugged you close, careful not to hurt your shoulder. "God, I've missed you."

"Missed you too, Rome," you said, already feeling the sting of tears. "I've missed you all so much!"

Dean grabbed you next and squeezed you tight, also careful to leave your shoulder untouched. "Good to see ya, Doll," he smiled. Then he leaned in close to your ear and whispered, "I think you're killin' Mr. Crossfit with that dress. His eyes nearly popped outta his head!"

You felt your face burn hotter and playfully slugged him on the arm. "Oh, quit, you!" You shifted your gaze to Seth's then and smiled shyly. "Hello, Seth."

It seemed as though all of the wrestlers in the hallway disappeared then—and quickly. Even Dean and Roman. Suddenly, you and Seth were alone.

"I'm so happy to see you," Seth said softly. He finally pulled you into a hug and held on for what seemed like an eternity. Which was definitely okay with you. You inhaled the scent of his cologne and nearly sighed in pleasure at the gentle, clean smell. When Seth finally pulled away, he looked you over from head to toe and shook his head slightly, a look of awe on his face. His dark eyes lifted back to yours and he offered a bashful grin. "You look beautiful."

You couldn't stop the giggle that burst from your lips. "Thank you. I realize the dress is a bit too much, but it's Christmas—almost. And I... I wanted to wear something special for tonight—for when I got to see my boys."

Seth chuckled at the Shield men being referred to as 'your boys'. Then he reached out and took your hand and urged you to turn around for him. "It's not too much," he replied, stepping closer to you. "It's perfect." He seemed to have an internal struggle then, as if he wanted to say something but was afraid to. He finally managed to speak. "I... I, uh... I actually had a surprise planned for you tonight—at my place. There's something I need to tell you."

Your forehead creased slightly in concern. "Is everything okay, Seth?"

He immediately looked as though he regretted his choice of words. "Oh, definitely," he said quickly. "I'm sorry. Didn't mean to worry you." He smiled nervously. "Meet me back here? After our match?—Well, after I've had a chance to shower and change?"

You nodded, excited at the idea of spending some time with him. "Yes, definitely! I'll be here."

"Great," Seth smiled and then leaned down kissing your forehead. Then, as if he couldn't stop himself, he brushed his lips over your cheek in an intimate caress. "See you then." Then he was walking down the hall in search of his brothers.

The next couple of hours passed quickly despite your eagerness to see Seth again. The rest of the roster kept your mind off the clock by hanging out with you between their matches. And then finally... You saw Seth walking down the hall toward you dressed in a basic pair of dark jeans and a light blue, button-down dress shirt. The pale color of the shirt exacerbated the darkness of his skin and eyes. His hair was clean and hung loose around his shoulders in soft waves.

A whimper passed your lips and then you were aware of Nia and Alexa guffawing beside you.

"Girl, you've got it so bad," Nia said, still laughing.

"Oh, hush," you whispered, feeling your face flame.

"Don't worry," Alexa giggled, "He's got it just as bad for you. You're all he's talked about for the past month. Actually, two months if you count from the time you were kidnapped."

By now, Seth had reached the three of you and smiled softly at you. "You ready?"

You nodded, looking him up and down. Something was up. He normally left the arenas in a t-shirt and jeans or sweatpants. He rarely wore dress shirts. "You look... really... really good," you said softly, daring to meet his gaze. He flushed slightly and grinned. Your compliment obviously pleased him.

"Thanks," he said softly. "Just thought I'd follow your lead and dress up a tad." He motioned toward the elevator down the hall. "Shall we?"

You stepped toward him with a shy smile and turned toward Nia and Alexa, who were wearing smug grins on their faces. "See you guys later."

"Later," Nia returned with a wave.

"Have fun," Alexa said with an impish giggle.

You heard Seth let out a slight embarrassed groan. Then his arm went around your shoulders and he was leading you to the elevator.

He had the drive to his house made in record time.

He had to be speeding most of the way, you thought. You grew worried. Even though he'd said everything was fine, he was acting strangely.

The next thing you knew, he was getting out of the car and coming around to assist you out of the passenger's side. He led you to his porch and then unlocked the front door, going in ahead of you to turn on the foyer's over-head light.

You stepped inside and Seth, being the gentleman, took your purse from you and hung it on one of the coat hooks near the stairs.

You realized suddenly that he'd not said a word since leaving the arena. Tension surged through your body and you had to find out what was going on.

"Seth? You're... worrying me. You've not said anything—at all. Is everything really okay?"

His apologetic gaze shot to yours, and he nodded. "Yeah, sweetheart. Everything is fine. I've just got my mind on something, that's all."

"Do you want me to go?"

"No!" The word tore from his mouth as he shook his head vehemently. Then he groaned and scrubbed his hand down his face. "I'm screwing this up so badly!" He looked over at you. "I promise everything is fine. Really. I just… need to tell you something."

"O-okay. What do you need to tell me," you asked, fidgeting nervously.

Almost shyly, he reached up and brushed the back of his hand across your cheekbone.

"I… I love you. I'm in love with you, Y/N. And I've known it for a long while. I've been dying to tell you."

"You did already though, didn't you," you asked, suddenly remembering the night you were rescued. "At Survivor Series... I was passing out, but I remember your voice...telling me you loved me. Or did I dream that?"

Seth sort of cleared his throat then. "You didn't dream it. I hadn't intended to blurt it out like that. But... I was scared. I didn't know how bad off you were and... the thought crossed my mind that you could..." He swallowed hard and you could've sworn you saw tears welling up in his dark eyes. "I was afraid I might not have the chance to tell you later on."

Your heart felt full as he so genuinely professed his feelings for you. Smiling through tears of your own, you reached up and cupped his face in both your hands. He'd been avoiding your eyes, but now his gaze shifted to yours. "Hey," you murmured, running one of your thumbs soothingly over his cheekbone. "I'm okay. You and Dean saved me—got me to the hospital. And I made it. You don't have to be scared anymore." You smiled softly up at him. "And I love you too, Seth. I've loved you from the first time I laid eyes on you."

Then you urged his face down to yours and kissed him softly; teasing his lips with yours, daring him—begging him to take charge of the kiss.

And take charge... Oh, he did.

With a soft passionate growl, his mouth claimed yours fully. The tip of his warm tongue slipped out and brushed over the seam of your lips, wordlessly asking you to open up to him. As soon as you eagerly parted your lips for him, his tongue entered your mouth and swirled over yours, prodding it to life. You mewled into his mouth and wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing closer to him; utterly desperate for more of his taste. Seth groaned, and anchored your head back, deepening the kiss even further. Your fingers curled involuntarily, and tangled into his soft hair.

"I'll never let anything bad happen to you again. I swear it," He whispered against your lips. "I love you."

"I love you," you said, returning his kisses. "More than you'll ever know."

THE END

#Seth Rollins #Seth Rollins fan fic #Seth Rollins imagine #Seth Rollins x Reader

[wresy]

OK but imagine cesaro vs seth but cesaro was forced to wear vibrating panties under his gear and then roman is controlling them (which the audience doesn't know) and he plays with it steadily throughout the match forcing him on his knees, but when seth puts him in a sharpshooter roman amps it up, forcing him to tap to his own move to avoid cumming in public (only to then be tied backstage by both of them, and forced through multiple orgasms)

that sounds HOT OMF

trying not to moan too loudly and botching his spots cos the vibration feels too good and he's about to cum... 🥴

#ask

[askforimagineoroneshot]

It will feel like eternity but I will be there with you (Cesaro x Reader)

love-imagineitall asked:

Hi I was wondering if I could request something with Cesaro where the reader is also a wrestler and she gets seriously hurt in a botched spot and he's worried about her and comforts her.

I hope you like this work. I really enjoyed working on this. So I hope that's what you wanted. Let me know if you like it and feel free to request any other oneshot.

Imagine is mine! Gifs are not.

MASTERLIST

Reader's point of view

Being at the arena is not something that I am not use to, what makes me nervous is the fact that my match got changed at the last minute. I am now in my dressing room in my gear pacing back and forth.

“Hi there.” I hear a knock at my door and in a minute a head peep throw. I see my best friend coming in.  “Are you okay?” Alexa asks me after seeing me.

“Well I am okey nervous.” I am honest with her because I know I can tell her anything. I know for the longest form all the people at this company. “I didn't know my match will get changed so drastically so I am just trying to get ready.”

“ I know. I was surprised too. So I just wanted to make sure you are okay. I am sure it will go well.” I sit down and mochens me to sit next to her. So I do it and let myself relax.

“It is not even that big of a change. I should be okay with it, it's just.” I stop myself for a moment. “I don't know.” I put my head in my hands.

“I know how you feel and it is more than okay and it is understandable. Trust me I have been there.” She laughs and makes me laugh with her.

We talked for a moment. It makes me a lot calmer than I would have guessed. I was nice. She makes me feel more like me. Which I love her for.

“Knock Knock.” I hear my boyfriend behind my door. “Oh well hello Lexi.” he smiles at her when he sees her. She smiles at him too.

“Hello. I will leave you guys to it.'' She got up from where she was sitting right next to me.

“You don't have to leave.” he smiles at her. They are friends too. They didn't talk to each other before me and Cesaro became a thing.

“I need to go. I have to talk to Nikky about our match. Don't worry.” she smiles at him. “See you guys around, bye.” She leaves the dressing room.

“Bye.” I say my goodbye. “See ya.” Cesaro says this and then turns around and smiles back at me.

I got up to greet him. I saw him today already but his presence makes me always at ease. And there is nothing wrong with hugging your boyfriend more than a few times a day. He hugs me like life depends on it. I just love this feeling. Feeling safe with someone that not only you love but that that person loves you back.

“I heard that your match got changed last minute. Well changed, fixed a little.” I hear him say above my head.

“Yes, it did.” I tell him. “I am a little nervous about it.”

“I know you are nervous but don't be. I saw you perform before and you are incredible. You give your everything and people see it. I am not the only one that thinks that. That is also why the company is comfortable doing this last minute. They know what you are capable of.” he says.

“Thank you. You just know what to say to make me feel better.” I smile in the hugg.

“I am not just saying it. I mean it.” I feel his lips in my hair.

Time skip

Cesaro's point of view

After I had a shower that I really needed after the tagg match with Sheamus I went back to our dressing room. We had a TV there. When I walk into the room I see my friend already sitting on the couch watching Raw.

“Did I miss the entrance?” I ask him.

“No, mate, you good.” he smiles at me.

We watch the match between my girlfriend and Mandy Rose. It was going well until it didn't. My heart stopped when I saw Mandy try to do a move from top rope with Y/N in her arms and just wasn't strong enough. She let go of  Y/N to catch herself which resulted in my girlfriend falling from high in her neck and shoulder. I knew she was not okay.

“Tony wait.” I hear behind me. I don't care, I am on my way to the entrance to get to my girlfriend as fast as possible. When I get there the match is over. There are medics already there waiting for Y/N to make it to the backstage.

She makes it in with help from Mandy. I get to her and take her in my arms. She is in pain I can tell. I have to make sure she is feeling better. “I am sorry.” I hear behind me but I don't care.

“This way.” Medic is showing me the way to his office. I am really careful with Y/N in my arms. When we got there I slowly put her on the bed. I get a chance to have a better look at her. Her shoulder is dislocated.

“We will put you on medication before we can fix your arm, okay?” the medic starts the treatment.

I can tell how mad Y/N is. I am just not sure if on Mandy or the company. One way or the other I am going olt be by her side.

“You are okay.” I tell her and hold her good hand in mine.

“How long is the rehabilitation process of the dislocated shoulder?” she asks me. She doesn't care about the pain, just her career. I get it. She worked her ass off to get where she is now. Women in this industry need to work even harder than men.

“Listen, it doesn't matter. It is not a permanent injury. You are going to be okay and back before you know it. It will feel like eternity but I will be there with you. Okay?” I tell her before I kiss her head.

“Okay.” She is scared but I am here and I won't let her down. I am gonna be there for her in moments she needs me and in moments when she wants to be alone. I am at her side throwing it all.

I hope you like it. Let me know! Love you and thank you for the idea.

#cesaro #wwe imagine #WWE #wwe x reader #cesaro imagine #cesaro x reader #cesaro x y/n

[south-of-heaven]

cesaro x fem!reader bringing him onto total divas with her and shooting an episode talking about what he thinks of her friends while they drive to the next show?

Then there's Summer || Cesaro x Reader

Summary: You and Cesaro talk about the other Divas.

A/N: Can you tell that I'm not a very big Summer Rae fan?

As the two of you cruised along the highway on your way to the next WWE show, the sun streaming through the windows, you decided to strike up a conversation with Cesaro about your fellow Divas. After all, Total Divas was taping, and they were a significant part of your life, both in and out of the ring.

You glanced over at Cesaro, a hint of curiosity in your eyes. "So, what do you think of the other Divas?"

Cesaro, his strong hands gripping the steering wheel, took a moment to gather his thoughts before answering. "Well, I like some of them a lot. The Bella's, Naomi and Cameron, Nattie, they're all very nice people, they're nice to you, and fun to be around."

You nodded, appreciating his honesty. "But there are a few you don't like, right?"

He sighed, his gaze never leaving the road. "Yeah, there are. Some of the other Divas, they can be… difficult. They act like they're the only people in the world sometimes, and it's not exactly pleasant."

You knew exactly what he meant. Some of the Divas had quite the reputation for being challenging to work with, and it wasn't just Cesaro who found them a bit hard to handle.

"And then there's Summer," you added with a frown, feeling the tension building in your chest. "She's always acting like I'm not even there and openly flirts with you when she knows I can see."

Cesaro reached over and squeezed your hand, offering a reassuring smile. "I've noticed that, too, and it's not fair to you. But don't worry; I would never leave you, especially not for someone like her."

The support from Cesaro made you feel a lot better about the situation. Knowing that he had your back was comforting. The two of you continued your journey to the show, both ready to face the challenges of the wrestling world, no matter how difficult the Divas could sometimes be.

#wwe fanfiction #wwe x reader #pro wrestling #wrestling #wwe #cesaro x reader #cesaro wwe #cesaro #aew collision #aew fanfiction #aew imagine #aew dynamite #claudio castagnoli #claudio castagnoli x reader

[love-imagineitall]

Masterlist

Here is the list of fandoms that I write for and that you can request from.

Imagines

AEW

Matt Jackson

Cold

MJF

Achilles’ Heel

Bridgerton

Anthony Bridgerton

Something Bad

Share Your Address

Temporary Love  Part 1 

Benedict Bridgerton

Loss

Bullet Train

Tangerine

Rest

Gotham

Victor Zsasz

Let Her Go

Harry Potter

Draco Malfoy

I was a Fool

George Weasley

Kiss Me

Percy Jackson

Luke Castellan

Break It Up You Two

Percy Jackson

Kitchen Lovin’

WWE

Big E

Childish

Cesaro

Calm Down

Dominik Mysterio

Worthy Pt. 1   Pt. 2

Jealous (smut)

Subtle

Jeff Hardy

Not a Child

Roman Reigns

Alone

Sheamus

Best Friend

Kiss

Pack Your Shit

Awake

Preferences

WWE

How they react when they first see you

#Sheamus Imagine #wwe imagine #cesaro imagine #luke castellan imagine #roman reigns imagine #draco malfoy imagine #george weasley imagine #big e imagine #dominik mysterio imagine #bridgerton imagine #anthony bridgerton imagine #benedict bridgerton imagine #jeff hardy imagine #percy jackson imagine #mjf imagine #tangerine imagine #victor zsasz x reader

[aussiearrow]

October 3rd - Cesaro

A/N: Hey guys! It’s time for another round of 31 days of Fall/Halloween fics. While I did switch over to another blog and lose a lot of the fics due to removing certain wrestlers I’m not sure if I ever brought the other ones over as this is the 3rd annual one. I decided to use a lot more wrestlers that you don’t usually see ( that we deserve more fics about too ,and I will do more of them ). Hope you guys enjoy this round and happy fall y’all. Please remember these are done in advance so there is no requests at this time for them. :)

                                    Day 3/ October 3rd - Cesaro 

        “ I hate haunted houses, why would I pay someone to scream at me?”

Y/N made her way into her shared apartment with her boyfriend Cesaro following closely behind. They had just come back from a dinner out with some friends where they talked about more things they can do in the upcoming weeks for Fall/Halloween. 

When their one friend had suggested that they all go to a haunted house the following weekend as they all finally had a break in schedules. Everyone was on board with this plan, well everyone besides Cesaro.

He wouldn’t really say much when they all were going over the details. But Y/N could tell something was going on as she looked over at him. 

It wasn’t until they left that Y/N brought it up to Cesaro, “ You don’t seem to into the haunted house?” 

Cesaro shrugged,” I’ve never been into haunted houses.” He said simply. 

“You don’t have to go if you don’t want too. Although I’d love it if you did.” 

“I’ll go for you but I’m not going to like it one bit.” 

Y/N laughed,” What do you have against haunted houses? There seems to be a lot of tension.” 

“I hate them. I always hated haunted houses, why would I want to pay someone to scream at me?” Cesaro said with a little bit of an off pitch voice.

“  You’re scared aren’t you? That’s okay if you are, I hate scary things especially haunted houses but that’s the point of them.” 

“ I still don’t get it. I’ll never understand the concept of paying someone to scream at you just so you can get scared.” 

Y/N shrugged,” It’s a weird thing but an interesting one at that.” 

#cesaro imagines #cesaro imagine #wwe imagines #wwe imagine

[aritamargarita]

Can I request Cesaro? So hot and underrated. If not, then it's okay. ☺️

sorry this rq was late been really busy hehe

cesaro is very underrated! and pretty hot yes. thanks for waiting hon

decided to do some hcs if u don’t mind, if you want a fic just ask me again n ill do it

but please enjoy!

• Cesaro was quite the entertaining guy. He was funny, and he knew just how to make you laugh.

• What more could you ask for? He sure as hell knew how to get you going.

• The first time you two met was backstage. You were absolutely smitten with him and he seemed to be the same for you. However, your meeting was short lived because he had a match.

• It must have been fate that brought you two together, especially with how fast you guys exchanged numbers to keep in touch. You felt like it was two pieces of a puzzle finally put together.

• He likes to spoil you and buy gifts. He usually does it out of the blue to surprise you and insists that you take it.

• Cesaro knows how to sew. He was kind enough to make you a shirt with a large C on it. Now the whole world could know he was yours!

• He is very content with you posting him on social media. You two are quite lovey-dovey in the public eye so it was no surprise you two came into work the next day with your coworkers asking you what was up.

• Sometimes when he works out, you go to him and sit on his back during push-ups. It encourages him to do more, and you two look picture perfect in the mirror while doing so.

• While the man could be really unpredictable and brash in the ring, he was completely soft with you.

• Cesaro is not a jealous man. It only gets territorial when people are actively flirting with you.

• He always sends texts checking in on you, and tend to have ones that say ‘have a good day.’ It’s really cute.

• His love language is quality time. He’d do anything in the world just to cuddle, watch movies, or get intimate.

• All in all, he might be a bit eccentric at times, but that doesn’t change the fact that he cares.

#wwe raw imagines #wwe x reader #wwe imagines #wwe cesaro x reader #cesaro x reader #wwe cesaro imagine #cesaro imagine #attitude ch 2 next babey!!

[ghostofviperwrites]

This is Exactly What it Looks Like

My one and only Cesaro fic I will ever write

Requested by @helluvawriter

Pairing:  Cesaro/FC

Category:  Fluff

“This is… exactly what it looks like.”

“I hope this isn’t what it looks like.”   You said surveying the chaos currently taking place in your kitchen.

“This is… exactly what it looks like.”  Cesaro said sheepishly, looking everywhere but at you, knowing you probably had that look in your eye, the one that said he was in deep trouble.  

“After I asked you not to?” You asked, crossing your arms across your chest, foot itching to begin tapping in anger.   The only thing preventing you from exploding was how damn cute he looked in the red checkered apron he was rocking.  Not to mention the quite clear impression of his hand plastered across his forehead in flour.  

“I couldn’t help it.   There was no way I could let this go Y/N.’ Cesaro pled his case hopefully, glancing in your direction.  His eyes darted down to your foot, seeing the toes resting peacefully on the floor and turned away to hide his relief from you.  The foot wasn’t tapping which meant he wasn’t completely in the doghouse.  “I didn’t know you were going to be home so soon. I planned to have it all cleaned up before you ever had to worry about it.”   He glanced around the disaster area that was the kitchen, bags upon bags on coffee opened and spilled across the counters, the coffee press whirling away, two other coffee machines spitting out concoctions and had to admit he couldn’t blame her if she was furious.  Y/N was very particular and protective of her kitchen.  

“It’s just a cup of coffee babe,” You said.  

Cesaro whipped around, mouth gaping open in shock that you dared to utter that sentence.   “Just a cup of coffee?”  He screeched incredulously.  “Just a cup of coffee she says.  It was only the best cup of coffee I have ever had in my entire life Y/N.”  He enthused.   “It was like heaven in a cup and I am determined to replicate it.  No matter how long it takes!”  

“You need help.  Like seriously.”   You said, tossing your hands up in exasperation and leaving the room.  

#cesaro fanfic #cesaro imagine #wwe fanfic #wrestling fanfic #mywriting #ghostofviperwrites