Hello followers! Kraz & Christine here.
Due to recent events that have taken place over the weekend, we are sad— (no, not really ;-) — to say that we are moving on from ImagineWWE. Long story short… shit got real and hit the fan. A certain liar tried to state that we have been ganging up on her, which is not the truth whatsoever, and wanted to abandon this blog. She wanted to throw away all of the hard work every single writer has put into this blog over the last two and a half years. We (Kraz and myself) do not want to let that happen, but we also decided it was time to start fresh and move on.
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We still have all of your imagines saved! They will just be posted to the new blog!
Hey followers, Christine here. Just popping in to let all of our wonderful followers know that my inbox of imagines is slowly but surely disappearing. I am now only 49 imagines away from being done! What a major drop from 112, right?! I wanted to thank those who’ve requested me; you guys just don’t know how much I appreciate your support. I’m motivated to get these pumped out, so stick with me and I promise we’ll see it to the end!
Thank you guys!
Ten years—you couldn’t even begin to believe it. You were no longer that loner teenager who rode the bus with just her Walkman and a couple of CDs to keep her company. No, you were a WWE Diva. In the decade since graduating high school, you had trained at wrestling school; tried out for WWE officials; and debuted and had become a top player the Diva’s division. You couldn’t believe the 180 degree turn your life had taken, but you were so grateful.
You hardly ever thought about high school until receiving a Facebook invitation from your old class committee. Everyone knew you know; those at the school who liked all your Instagram pictures were the same guys who barely ever looked your way in the hallways. You were torn about going. You hadn’t kept any friendships from high school because there weren’t any friendships from that time in your life. When you got into wrestling, you traveled miles away from home to attend school, and had left that all behind.
Yes, you became successful, but you were alone. You had no one at all to share your success with, aside from your coworkers. Speaking of…
“What’s up, Y/N? Are you still bummed about that high school thing?”
You turned toward Seth, giving him a sheepish look. You’d unloaded your frustrations on someone you considered a close friend. Sometimes the two of you trained together and during it, you and him talked about a lot of things. He had heard a lot about your high school reunion dilemma in the past few days.
“If you’re still thinking about it, you should just go,” Seth suggested.
“And show up alone?” was your first response. He frowned, his eyes on you. Your shoulders shrugged, shaking your head. “I was a loner, Seth. I don’t want people to see that even ten years after, I’m this big time WWE superstar and I still don’t have a boyfriend.”
“It’s not your fault you don’t have a boyfriend—you’re crazy busy!” Seth said, undoubtedly trying to make you feel better.
You sighed, “Don’t. It’s no excuse. Plenty of our coworkers have someone to call their own.”
He walked over toward you, his hand resting on your shoulder. You looked up into his soft brown eyes, unable to hide your sadness any longer. Seeing it, Seth wrapped his arm around you and squeezed your shoulder.
“Look, if it’ll help any, I can come with you to this reunion thing. I’m off that weekend. We can fly to your hometown together.”
“You’d do that? For me?”
He stared at you for a moment, looking like he wanted to say something until he simply nodded. Seth put on a smile.
“Of course I would. What are friends for?” he asked.
As planned, the two of you flew out to your hometown to attend the reunion. Everyone was floored to see you walk in with Seth on your arm. All the girls stared in amazement while the guys appeared taken aback and defensive. During the night, he stayed close by your side and danced with you. He even gave you a couple of kisses near your mouth, to be further convincing in his boyfriend role. Maybe a bit too convincing….
You two were arm-in-arm at the end of the night, walking along the pier not too far from the school. He was laughing over something that happened at the party, some guy had gotten too drunk off his ass.
“You were easily the hottest woman in that reunion, Y/N,” Seth said suddenly. “I don’t see how those guys could’ve passed you by.”
You were shocked by his assessment but scoffed. Of course he would say that; Seth didn’t know you in high school. You looked up at him and replied, “No guy ever looked at me, unless they wanted to borrow a chair from my table or try to bribe me to do their homework. I wasn’t that cute; I didn’t have much of a body.”
He frowned and opened his mouth as if he had a response, but you went on, not wanting to be stopped.
“I didn’t get to do what other girls did. I didn’t get to go out for movies or pizza, because no one ever asked. I didn’t have a high school sweetheart. I didn’t even get to go to prom. I was too humiliated to show up by myself, so I skipped the whole thing,” you revealed. You weren’t surprised to feel tears in the corner of your eyes.
Seth reached down to cup your cheek. He looked deep into your eyes, and you couldn’t look away from them—you wouldn’t even dare to look away from them.
“Those guys in your high school were idiots. They couldn’t see how beautiful you were back then and they didn’t deserve you—they don’t deserve you now, either. You’re beautiful, smart, sexy as hell and strong,” Seth insisted.
His words were uplifting your spirits. You smiled to show that they were having Seth’s desired effect. His eyes remained on yours until he closed them and leaned down. Your mouth tilted up to meet him half way. His kiss was so sweet, his touch gentle. Both grew needier, more intense; Seth pulled away just to look into your eyes once again. Perhaps he was checking to see if you were okay with this. Oh yeah, you were more than okay.
It led you back to your place. Off came your clothes, off came your heels—Seth laid you down on the bed and kissed all over body. He showed you what no other man has before, and took his time with it. He rubbed his hardened muscle against your inner thigh, letting you know that he was well prepared for what was to come. You kissed him and your moans were muffled as he slid into your body. Naturally, your back arched off of the bed, reacting purely to the sensation of his slow invasion.
He pumped into your body, his movements deep and slow at first as he led up to a faster rhythm. You bucked your hips underneath his; moans filled the bedroom while the mattress squeaked with every bump and grind. Seth gazed down into your eyes while giving it to you—the immense passion in his dark eyes poured right into your soul. It was so easy to give yourself over to Seth, as if you’d had a choice in the matter to begin with.
The two of you hit your climax at the same time. He collapsed on top of you before rolling over; his eyes now in an amazed daze as he stared up at the ceiling. You laid on your back, stars floating in your vision. Not before long, Seth’s hand wrapped around yours. A smile touched your face. Knowing that from here on out, Seth would always be there for you.
*merging these two requests due to similarity and lack of time to write.
“I’m nervous, baby.”
You heard your boyfriend state this while you were in the bathroom, putting the finishing touches on your hair. A giggle escaped you, not wanting to poke fun at Joe’s emotions, but his nervousness was completely unwarranted. For one thing, the two of you had been dating for years. You had met his family time and time again, to the point where you were comfortable hanging out with them without Joe. On the other hand, your family knew of him but hadn’t got to spend much time with him due to his hectic traveling schedule. Now that Joe had a lengthy holiday break from work, you made plans to visit your folks at home. It would be the first time ever where Joe would be staying under the same roof with your family.
“Don’t be nervous! They like you, Joe. Better yet, my mom loves you,” you revealed. You finished with your hair and walked out into the bedroom, hugging your boyfriend around his strong muscular shoulders. You knew that this had to be the time that Joe met and got to know your parents. He was your future.
“I know, but it’s still nerve wracking. You sure your dad won’t mind—”
You put your finger on his lips to stop him. “Baby, stop worrying. Everything is going to be just fine. Besides, Jon will be there too! You know he’s dating Holls, so you should have a bit of familiarity there.”
He seemed to calm down considerably after that piece of information. The two of you drove out to your family’s property, the same house your great-grandparents built and the one you grew up in. It hadn’t changed a bit. Cars lined the outside of the house, letting it be known that there were a host of family members at home for the holidays. You gave Joe a warm smile and a comforting hand squeeze. You walked up to the front door, making your way inside with your nervous longtime boyfriend.
“Welcome home!” Everyone shouted as you announced your presence. You were hugged by so many arms; your cheeks kissed by so many lips. The women in your family couldn’t wait to get a hold of Joe. Your grandmother had to be pulled away as she got into a ‘cheek-pinching’ mood. You were so excited to see your parents once again, especially when your mom came into the living room with baby Mason. You wanted your little brother in your arms immediately; you felt motherly when holding him, flourished with warmth and love.
Joe had found Jon and Holly, who had migrated into the living room with everyone else. You were seated on the couch, rocking Mason against your chest. You weren’t even aware of Joe’s eyes on yours, totally focused on the little bundle in your arms.
“You look beautiful like that,” he said suddenly. You looked up to finally find that you were the center of Joe’s attention. Blushing, you tried to shrug off his compliment, but he wasn’t having it.
“So, when are we going to have babies of our own, Kam?” he asked, loudly. In front of your whole family.
“Babies? Oh, is my little girl ready for babies?” your mom asked afterward, causing the red glow across your face to ignite even more. Your stomach fluttered with butterflies. You had wanted to save your special news for a more private time but figured, with your loved ones watching, that it couldn’t wait any longer.
“In nine months, Joe,” you answered with a bright smile. A stunned silence filled the room, and that’s when you ended the pause. “I’m pregnant. You’re going to be a daddy.”
Everyone stood back and looked at Joe for his response. You had never seen your boyfriend look so proud and so affectionate before. He glanced at your father and began to make his way over toward you. Joe slowly leaned down on one knee. He began to reach into his pocket. Your eyes widened in shock, tears quickly brimming the corners of them.
“I was going to save this for Christmas morning, but… I can’t see the purpose in doing so right now. You just gave me the best present of my life,” Joe started. He took your hand, holding it tightly. “You are my world, baby. I would love if you could make me even happier than I am now and say that you would marry me. Be my wife.”
You accepted his proposal with tear-stained voice. Your mom took Mason so that you could slide forward and embrace your new fiancé. The love you both had for each other was more potent than the strongest drug on the market. Everyone in the room applauded in response to the news. You, however, couldn’t have been more ecstatic.
~~Christine xx I used “Joe” instead of “Leati” because it was making me a little uncomfortable hah! But, I hope you enjoy nonetheless.
You popped a bottle of champagne, letting the fizz shoot all over the new WWE World Heavyweight Champion, also known as the Irish red wrestler Sheamus, but the much more preferred nickname by you as “Best friend.”
He laughed, shouting playfully in protest. “Ay Y/N! You’re gettin’ me hair all wet!”
“Congratulations!” you exclaimed with a laugh. You put down the near empty bottle and jumped into his arms, waiting on that bear hug he would always give. After seven years of this, you just couldn’t get enough of Sheamus. He was always around, willing and able to make you smile. You thought it would get old after a while… but, here you two were, still thick as thieves.
Your friendship began so long ago but you remembered it as if it happened yesterday. You were just entering the WWE, a true new kid on the block. Everyone wanted you to prove yourself so they were distant at first. But, there was a lone face in the cold atmosphere (with extreme bright gingery hair) that offered you a warm smile. That smile had belonged to the man who had his muscled arms wrapped around your midsection. From that day, you found comfort in a guy who had been new, just like you were, and understood what it felt like to be rejected and excluded.
Since then, of course, you had earned the respect of your peers and colleagues. Seven years into your career, you were a multi-time champion much like your Irish companion. It made the two of you one in the same, and even closer than before.
“Thanks Y/N,” he said. You pulled back to see the emotion on his face. There was a genuine smile on his face, which you always loved to see. He was so handsome; why couldn’t you tell him so? “Ay, why don’t we go out on the town? Celebrate my championship win,” he added, disrupting your thoughts.
You smirked and said, “I thought you’d never ask.”
The two of you already traveled and trained together, so it wasn’t difficult for you to sneak out the arena with him and travel to a late night spot. The drinks and good times were flowing there. Plenty of people congratulated Sheamus that night on his win, but you were hogging him to yourself. You bought him shots, but somehow ended up knocking them back yourself. He watched with an amused glint in his green eyes as you got drunker and drunker. Your best friend would have to help you out of the bar; you were stumbling on your feet, feeling light-footed.
“Where we goin’? ‘De party is that way!” you slurred, pointing in a random direction—toward a vacant lot.
Sheamus laughed heartily. “You’re drunk! The only place we’re going is back to the hotel.”
You found yourself not disagreeing with any of what he said. Before you knew it, the two of you were back at the hotel and in his suite. You fell down onto the bed, huffing. He laughed from behind, joining you on the mattress. Sheamus was leaned over you, still getting his amusement.
“You forget to take clothes off, Y/N…” Sheamus whispered.
You moaned in protest, “Take them off for me.”
There was a pause before you felt him running his hand along your body. He popped the button on your jeans and unzipped them, sliding them down your thighs. His fingertips moved down your skin on the way down. Your jaw dropped at the spark of electricity you received from his touch. It felt so good, too good to deny. You looked down into your best friend’s eyes, motioning for him in a ‘come here’ finger gesture.
Sheamus climbed up your body, removing your blouse. He kissed up your stomach to the valley of your breasts, and finally to your neck. You arched underneath him, moaning his name. His kisses grew more frantic with the sound of his name leaving your lips in a treasured sigh. Your bra came off with his expert maneuvering. In the speed of lightening, your best friend was out of his clothes and into you.
You cried out from the sweet unfamiliarity of him. You hadn’t had sex in a while, needing to get adjusted to his size. But, this was your best friend. He loved you, protected you, and cherished you. Nothing felt better than this, ever.
He waited on you to adjust before pulling and pushing himself out and in of your body. Sheamus moaned for you as you clung around him in more ways than one. His teeth were gritted, his hips picking up to a bruising pace. You loved it; you begged for him not to stop as he buried himself again and again inside your sweet love cove. The two of you rocked on the bed, giving and getting, until you were both reaching cloud nine. He was right there as you came over the edge, holding onto your body with tight security and desire. Once you got yours, you felt him cumming, spilling his seed deep into your willing body.
~~Christine xx I tried. I hope you enjoy.
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