Wrestling Imagines (REQUESTS CLOSED)

Aleister Black

I had gotten up this morning and made it a clear goal of the day to clean up Aleister and I's room. Aleister Black. My boyfriend of three years.

I started with the clothes scattered about. I picked some of them up. Before I made it to the laundry room, my phone started to ring.

I got it put of my pocket and saw that it was an incoming FaceTime from Aleister.

"Hi babe" I smiled.

"Hello darling. What are you up to today"

"Cleaning up what you left behind in our room" I smiled.

"You act like I did it all" He laughed.

"You did. You're band shirts and stuff are all over the floor" I showed him an old Misfits shirt that I had just picked up.

"Well. I know for a fact that those lacy red panties in the corner aren't mine" He mused.

I blushed and moved them to the laundry pile.

"So, you're going to clean all that by yourself?" He asked.

"No. Our ghost is helping" I sarcastically replied.

"Fine. I won't help then" He smirked.

"Aleister. Give me one way you could help" I looked up at the paused screen.

"Well. You could open the back door, I could walk in, and I could clean up my shirts" He stated.

I dropped everything in my arms and ran to the door. As soon as I opened it, I jumped into his arms.

"I missed you so much" I smiled, kissing him.

He lifted his bag with his free hand and carried me inside.

"I missed you too" He kissed me back.

"So... you found my Misfits shirt?" He asked.

"Yeah. Somewhere in the pile" I laughed as his face broke into a smile.

He tore through the whole pile to find it.

"Aleister. I just fixed that pile" I whined.

"I'll fix it, and take it to the laundry room. I haven't seen this shirt for almost a year" He smiled.

He fixed the pile and carried the clothes to the laundry room.

-One Clean Room Later-

"Well, we got it done" I said, sitting in Aleister's lap on the couch.

"Even though my Misfits shirt doesn't fit anymore" He pouted.

"But it fits me" I kissed him.

"It also looks way better on you" He smiled.