Good Lord This Was So Good. Roman Really Thought He Would Just Be Able To Get Away With Being An Abusive,

Fuck Shane. I’m glad Hangman did what he did. Dude sounds like a massive prick. And the takeover scene was so good! I love Cole stirring the pot by moving Hangman over with him, too. But mostly just the conversations and how the two have connected and moved into this new phase of their relationship are just killing me in the best way.

Bleed Into the Night

Title: Bleed Into the Night Part: Six / ? Characters: Hangman Adam Page x OFC Summary: She wasn’t looking. Neither was he. For a brief flash, they found each other. Word Count: 8,701 Warnings: Explicit sexual descriptions, blood (not from the sex), fighting (not in the sex) Previous: Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five |  A/N: :)  

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If you’re a sap then I’m a sap cause I loved this every step of the way. The way you showed how they became friends, the fact that HE FUCKING KNEW ABOUT THE PHONE, the confessions. Gah! It was all so damn good! Thank you!

Broke

Fandom: WWE/CZW

Pairing: Jon Moxley/Female Reader

Rating: Holy shit M.

AN: Thirst Party Saturday ho! I make no apologies for this, as is my custom. Tagging @toxiicpop, @oraclegazes and YOU KNOW IT, @hardcorewwetrash! Enjoy!

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Don’t mind me, I’m just over in the corner melting from the sweetness.

stitches

Tyler Rust x Reader

content warning: simply just fluff literally nothing else besides maybe 2% angst

summary: tyler comes home with a wound from a match

a/n: i wrote this before he was released no I will not be changing his name

Tyler laid with his head across your lap. His eyes were focused on the television but you could tell he was barely clinging to consciousness. His golden hair was sprawled out behind him, creating delicate waves against your body. As you ran your fingers through the tawny locks he leaned into your touch like a contented cat.

There was a deep, burgundy and violet wound just below his eye, running down the length of his cheekbone. Black stitches were roughly sewn along the injury. You hadn’t expected him to come home like that.

You understood his job and the career path he had chosen. You understood it meant sometimes he got injured and sometimes he would bleed. He had come home with broken legs and ankles. Not very often but often enough that it wasn’t really anything more than a nuisance for you. But occasionally it would take you by surprise. He always tried to call you after the matches, to let you know how it went, to let you know if something had happened but sometimes he forgot. Sometimes he’d come home with a black eye or a laceration or a brace attached to a joint and it would catch you off guard.

That’s what happened yesterday.

The evening had crept along as you waited for him to return home. You tried to forget the nightmare of a day you had endured by losing yourself in the pasta sauce bubbling on the stove. You knew Tyler would be home soon and the tension would truly melt away the moment he had his arms wrapped around you.

The door opened and closed. A bag hit the floor.

“Hey, darling. I’m home.” He called out into the house.

“I’m in the kitchen.”

You could hear his footfalls approaching, his arms wrapping around your waist. He buried his head in the crook of your neck and took a deep breath before pressing a kiss to your shoulder. You smiled. He was home. Home and safe. Sharing the same space, breathing the same air as you.

“I’m gonna need you to sew my trunks. They got a little torn on the side last night.”

You nodded. You hadn’t gotten to see the match but mending his gear was commonplace for you. You could feel him relax against you and it gave you a sense of peace. Gently, you brought a hand behind you and ruffled his hair. You ran that hand down his cheek and felt him wince. The rough texture was strange and not at all what you had expected to encounter.

This caused you to turn. And there it was. The stitches. The bruising.

“What happened?” You had asked, a hand falling to your hip.

“Nothing. Just took a kick wrong.”

It wasn’t nothing. It was a massive wound that had clearly required the help of doctors to ensure its proper healing. A massive wound that had probably bled a lot. A massive wound that you weren’t there to worry about in the moment. And there was something about that that hurt you.

“Why didn’t you call me?”

“It was late. I didn’t want to wake you up when I figured I could tell you about it now.” His voice was gentle but it still upset you. He took your hand in his and he held it with the utmost care. “It’s fine though. Just a little cut, that’s all.”

It sat with you though. It was difficult to spend so much time apart and it was even more difficult to know there might be times where he got hurt and you wouldn’t know.

You weren’t able to enjoy dinner with the stitches staring back at you and you felt horrible that you couldn’t look past them to enjoy the night. You became withdrawn and decided against laying on the couch with him, opting to go to bed early instead. He found you curled up on your side, your eyes open and scrolling through social media. He leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed. You were acting like a child but he still had a patient smile curling the corners of his mouth.

“Not gonna talk to me?” He asked.

“I’m just tired.” It was a lie and you knew it was and he knew it was but he tolerated it.

“I guess I’m tired too, then.” He shrugged, crawling in beside you.

You didn’t make a move, disinterested in breaking down the frustrated and begrudging wall you had built. But it meant nothing to him, his arms reaching around your side, pulling you closer. He peppered your shoulder with kisses, running them up your neck, to your cheek and back down again. You had to force yourself not to smile.

“Why’re you upset with me?” His voice was calm and kind.

“Why didn’t you tell me you got hit like that?”

“I told you. I figured I’d tell you when I got back here. No reason to make you worry when it was just a silly bump.”

“The guy could’ve taken your eye out.” You muttered into the pillow, your phone now down by your side.

Tyler brought the arm that originally lay against your waist, up and across your chest, as if it were a seatbelt holding you safely for the ride.

“But he didn’t.”

You didn’t say anything. He was also silent, the only sound between the two of you being rhythmic breathing. Finally, he let out a small sigh and relented in a way that was almost unnoticeable. You couldn’t feel it in his body or his arms but in his presence itself.

“Listen.” He turned you towards him and you unhappily felt your body roll accordingly to face the man you loved. “Sometimes this stuff happens. But it's okay. I’m safe. Nothing bad will happen to me.”

“It might one day.” You blurted out, your true feelings suddenly on display.

“It won’t.” His voice was firm and resolute. “As long as I’ve got you waiting for me at home I’ll always be coming back to you in one piece.”

He found your hands mixed in with the sheets and the duvet and laced his fingers through yours. He didn’t look you in the eyes right away, more focused on this moment of touch than anything else. When he did bring his gaze to meet yours it was clear, in spite of the darkness. His eyes were a gentle plea with you, asking you to understand he meant everything he said.

“I won’t let anything hurt me.” He murmured. “Only I can control that and I will for you.”

You waited a moment before allowing a small nod. A small acceptance of him, stitches and all.

So, there you sat. An evening removed from his return to the home you shared, his head on your lap, your hand in his hair. Occasionally, you took breaks from combing your hand through his locks to focus on finishing sewing the tear in his trunks.

With each movement of your needle, you brought them back together, into one whole piece. Back into one contiguous cloth, one unbroken garment.

Tyler looked up at you and sleepily smiled. You smiled back.

Back into one whole piece.

1) There’s always a fan around. Also, Britt is way too happy to not have hoped/planned for this to happen.

2) Oh my god, Britt and the Elite are all such little shits. I can’t stop laughing.

3) Even Mox is giving her shit, I love this so fucking much.

4) Britt is like Amy Poehler in Mean Girls with the pictures.

5) Wait did the pregnancy blanket work????

6) OH YM GOD IT DID HOLY FUCK

7) I knew he wasn’t gonna be upset, but hoo boy did I get worried there for a second. His happiness was so cute, though.

Southern Sweet - Pt. 3

Author’s Note: This will be the last part! Thanks to everyone for reading and commenting <3

Pairing: Adam Page x OC

Warnings: Fluffiness,implied sexiness

Tag List: @allsnarkandsarcasm @vonschweetz @robwiethoff @heelsamizayn

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This was so cute holy fuck. I can completely imagine Tim being just a sweetheart gentleman like this. Something about the crazy guys in the ring being the kindest outside of it? And god the tropes were amazingly done. Love it! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

What Are You Doing New Years Eve?

Timothy Thatcher x OC

Rated M for Mature

Then there was one bed? Friends to lovers? Kissing at midnight on New Years? This fic has it all.

I take requests if you like it here’s a Prompt List!

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Well this is not how I assumed I would be spending New Years.  Sitting in the lobby I was checking my phone, no new text messages but a voicemail. Originally I was supposed to be spending New Years with my boyfriend. I hadn’t heard from him all day and it was probably my outrageous schedule that was getting to him.

“Hey I didn’t want to do this on the phone but…”

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I feel like there aren’t that many Mox-centric stories out there, and this one was so good! The passion, the bickering, all of it was so well written! 

Glassy-Eyed Affinity

Jon Moxley x OC

Rated M for Mature

Requested by @cawcawmotherfker, “Are you sure that’s what you want? I could really hurt you.”

OC and Moxley show us what happens when you catch feelings for your coworkers but suck and relationships. This includes time jumps (and possibly a part 2 because I still don’t love the ending but I need to send this out in the universe)

I take requests if you like it here’s a Prompt List!

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Tossing over I grabbed my phone to look at the time.

2:19 am

“Ughhhh,” I moaned and sighed throwing my arms down on the blanket. I grabbed my phone and looked at the last message he sent me.

“Sorry. I’m just going to hurt you.”

Christ that man was full of bull shit.

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This an AU I never thought to want, but holy hell it was amazing. All the lore you worked in, the descriptions of what it was like when Roman would do the fingers-to-lips thing, just there’s so much that was so imaginative and creative and beautiful that I can’t get over it. All I can do is say well done, and thank you.

The Wish

Fandom: WWE

Pairing: Dean Ambrose/Mer!Roman Reigns/Female Reader

Rating: Holy shit M.

AN: Thirsty Crew, welcome aboard! This is so incredibly indulgent, it’s got everything I love! Boys! Beaches! The whole nine yards. Tagging @oraclegazes, @toxiicpop and naturally, @hardcorewwetrash! I hope you all enjoy!

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Gah, before they even made it to the party, they’re already falling HARD. I LOVE IT. They’re definitely making out before the end of the family party, and bet your ass she’s gonna be at Dynamite in a merch shirt sitting right next to the Gunn Club, rivaling Austin in volume for cheering for Hangman.

Only for the Holidays (pt 2)

Ship: Adam “Hangman” Page and Ivy (OFC) Summary: Adam and Ivy cross paths at a mutual friend’s holiday party and hit it off, both admitting they’ve grown tired of constantly being asked about having a partner at the various holiday events they have to attend. They come to an agreement to pretend to date for the holidays to get their friends and family off their backs, but neither of them admit that they’ve had an attraction to each other from the beginning. Will these feelings come to a head? Or will the pair be able to stick to their original plan and only get through the holidays together? Rating: general/fluff Length: 4,185 words part TWO of THREE (previous part)

author’s note: here is the second part to adam and ivy’s story! this is the entry for @12daysofchristmas​ theme “holiday party”

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I finally  finish this series and holy smokes am I glad I did! This might be my favorite christmas series I’ve ever read. The detail of all the characters was so good, they all felt like fully fleshed out. And that romance was the best cheesy, tropey, hallmark movie romance I’ve read in a long ass time. Thank you so much for posting this and starting the whole challenge!

Recipe for a Perfect Christmas - Part 12

Title: Recipe for a Perfect Christmas Part: 12/12 Theme: Day #12: Mistletoe Fandom / Character(s): AEW / Nick Jackson x OFC Warnings: EXTREME fluff Word Count: 5,663 Soundtrack: Spotify Previously: Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven Summary: In the space of six months, Natalie Gibbs lost her fiancé, her job, her apartment, and what little bit of cheer she had. Moving back home after being on her own for years, she hopes to get back on her feet after the holidays. But a nosy best friend, a stubborn coot of a father, and a handsome new neighbor might change her plans, her holidays, and her life. Notes: My entry for day 12 of @12daysofchristmas. Additional Notes: Oh my wow. When I started writing again back in June, I had a goal to complete a multipart fic by the end of the year. I’m astounded to say that I officially have now! I’m sad to end this fic, because I have fallen in love with Nick and Natalie in the past few weeks. Fun fact: I wrote the bulk of this fic over the past 13 days, despite giving myself plenty of time before the challenge began to get it done. I am exhausted and a little proud of myself for completing this. Thank you to everyone who’s liked, reblogged, commented, and messaged me as I posted this (later and later each day….oops?). I’m so glad that others have enjoyed this, and hope this final part is just as enjoyable. Merry Christmas!

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😭😭😭I love this so muuuuuuch! Obliviousness in the face of blatant flirting is such a fun trope, along with the casual conversation that suddenly turns into how you get turned on by or wanna fuck someone. Also, I’m always a sucker for “I wanna do something stupid” “please say I’m something stupid”. This was so fluffy and sweet and just so good!

Smoke

My second entry for theme #1 in the @12daysofchristmas​ challenge! This one is also my birthday gift to my very, very dear @adampage​. Emi, you mean the whole world to me and words cannot express just how grateful I am for your always being there for me. I hope you’ve had the happiest of birthdays, and also that this puts a smile on your face.

Title: Smoke Fandom/Characters: AEW (Hangman) Adam Page x OFC (but not really OC bc it’s Emi) Warnings: Alcohol use, hints of smut Word Count: 4,665 Summary: Put one in my hand, her on my lips. Man, that’s as good as it gets. Theme: #1, Bonfire Recommended Listening: “Smoke” by A Thousand Horses Notes: This fic isn’t very Christmassy, but it is autumn-y?

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