Seth Is Such A Little Shit But DAMN He’s The Ultimate Bro In This Story. I Have To Agree That It’s

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

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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.

That was such a cool concept, and was so beautifully written! You really showed a wide range of loves that can come into people’s lives and how it can all be leading to something, even if you can’t see what. The part where you’re telling Roman everything and he said, “Let me tell you about Jon.” Girl, I legit thought I was gonna start crying or something. It was beautiful and heartfelt and just UGH HOW ARE YOU SO GOOD AT WRITING. Thanks for publisihg it so we can all experience that rollercoaster together!

The 5 Times She Falls in Love

Title: The 5 Times She Falls in Love

Pairing: Brief OFC/Corey Graves; OFC/Seth Rollins (? sorta); OFC/Sonya Deville; OFC/Trent Seven; Brief OFC/Becky Lynch; OFC/Roman Reigns

(OFC does not have a name, she is only referred to in the fic with she/her pronouns [and a nickname later on], this fic is written in third person pov).

Summary: AU!Prompt : Every time you fall in love, you earn a red tally on your wrist. When you meet your true love, it turns black

Warnings: Talk of therapy, some fuckin’ between consensual adults, adultery, angst, teenage sexual manipulation (the act is consensual and is NOT written in any detail whatsoever, it is merely implied). if there are any more warnings you think I should add please let me know

Word Count: 9,624

A/N: This is for @helplessly-nonstop and @sporadic-fics Fall multi-fandom challenge! Here I am swooping in at the last minute to post the fic lmao. The prompt is above and I wrote it where when you meet your true love, the black tally appears as soon as you touch them! No falling in love required! Which makes things a bit…….difficult! You shall see my friends. I hope you enjoy this story of mine, happy reading!!

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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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Omg this drabble series is so good!! It hits so many great tropes, but you tie them all together and run the actual story from the shows through them so well! Ugh, I’m becoming such a sucker for Baron and you are definitely pushing me farther along that path. Thank you for writing/sharing it!

Loner

Fluffy/Angsty Baron/Best Friend little drabble thing I wrote tonight after watching Survivor Series, about Baron acting out. 

This is the first chapter to the Loner Series. You can find the others on my Master List 

@lip-sync @emmarablack @lunaticfringe216 @amberhere-hi @thatonegirloncealways @queenreignsempire @debeauxmots @kittencutie245 @ilovesamizaynn @banrioncethlenn @screamersdontdance @redalternativefirefly @filthy-parade @welshwitch5 @nickysmum1909 @msgem @uberduber-loulou @cutester @harleyquinnnikki @lclb12 @imagines–assemble @wrasslin-rollins @xenofi  @daywalker666 @heilisk @racheo91 @lilmisscrisis  @alexispoo

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1) I can’t even describe the noises I make when I read a part where he’s being all sweet and adorable. Suffice to day, it always makes my dog look at me with concern.

2) Wow so Paul’s a dick.

3) YES ADAM STICKING UP FOR HER.

4) Truth or Dare? Gee, I wonder if they’ll get up to any trouble. /s

5) Aw dammit, it was all going so well. Don’t pull the drunk excuse!

6) 100% it’s gonna be the pregnancy blanket, I just know it.

7) YES GET TOGETHER AND BE SO HAPPY AND SOUTHERN AND ADORABLE

8) Called it :)

Southern Sweet - Pt.2

Author’s Note: This took SO LONG

Pairing: Adam Page x OC

Warnings: Fake Boyfriend Trope,Fluff,Smut

Tag List: @allsnarkandsarcasm @robwiethoff @vonschweetz @heelsamizayn

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Nurse Finn sounds like a dream. Promising to take care of each other? Made me melt. His little talk while she’s out in her hospital bed? I may have squealed a bit. That last session in the supply closet? Deceased. FUCK you keep knocking these out of the park!

Take Care of You | Finn Bálor

Title: Take Care of You

Pairing: Finn Bálor/Reader

Summary: Sometimes, you see him and you can’t catch your breath. Other times, he is your reason for breathing.

Word Count: 5,882

Warnings: EDIT - I forgot to add my warnings on here in my rush to post. TALK OF MEDICAL ISSUES, BUILDING FIRES, AND A BIT OF SEXUAL CONTACT!!!! 

Tags: @calwitch | @rebelfleur22 | @xfirespritex | @blondekel77 | @alexahood21 | @taryndibiase | @isawthesights | @swedish-strong-style | @wrasslin-rollins | @megnog | @kitkat8 | @ellothelongwaydown | @wwesensualfanfics | @blueblazezz | @ratedrkohardychick91 | @wweburnitdown | @1dluver13xx | @nickysmum1909 | @balorismydemonking | @ifyouarentaprowrestlerthenleave | @alexekaydus | @cfloyd776 | @devittslegos | @bbmbabe | @finish-her | @kakakatey | @ekayyla | @abschaffer2 | @shieldgirl95 | @dreamlikemusings | @bouttogolinkurbitch | @moriarty-smarty | @warblersarelove | @leslie2898 | @neeadinghugs | @lunaticfringe216 | @lost-in-the-stories | @ofchristimhookedonhavocimodunne | @viperslunatic | @earl-01 | @mersers-moonypadfoot-prongs | @crayzeebizkit | @soulofaravenheartofawolf | Please let me know if I missed anyone or if you would like to be added to the tag list.

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1) Britt knows exactly what she’s doing. I’d be amazed if she didn’t know about Adam’s crush.

2) Imagining Kenny and Adam gushing over girls is adorable as fuck.

3) God, talk about an overbearing family. They may come from a place of wanting the best, but damn do they go about it in the wrong way.

4) That fucker sneaking a kiss. Love it.

5) A PREGNANCY BLANKET??? REALLY?????

6) Good lord this series is gonna kill me isn’t it. He’s already so damn sweet and it’s only barely started.

Southern Sweet - Pt.1

Author’s Note: Blame @allsnarkandsarcasm

Pairing: Adam Page x OC

Warnings: Fake Boyfriend Trope,fluff (more fluff to come in Pt 2)

Tag List: @allsnarkandsarcasm @robwiethoff @vonschweetz

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Friends to lovers is one of my favorite tropes and this was so well done! Also a big Ed Sheehan fan so double yay! I love how they had to find their way back to each other and then kinda fell into this. Gah, it was just so good and sweet and fluffy I wanna cry. Thank you!

How Would You Feel | Seth Rollins

Title: How Would You Feel

Pairing: Seth Rollins/Reader

Summary: “How would you feel, if I told you I loved you?”

Word Count: 3,586

Warning: no warnings, I don’t think…

A/N: At first, this fic was going to be based around “Start of Time” by Gabrielle Aplin and then, as I was writing the end of this fic I was listening to Ed… so here we are lol. Also, please forgive any typos. I literally put this in my queue at 5am😩

Tags: @rebelfleur22 | @alexahood21 | @taryndibiase | @isawthesights | @swedish-strong-style | @panda-girl1999 | If i’ve missed anyone or you would like to be tagged, please let me know!

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Good lord this was so good. Roman really thought he would just be able to get away with being an abusive, cheating dick and there’d be no chance of consequences? Bruh. Baron just inserting himself into her home life like that and her calling him out for it was just too cute, Baron getting all embarrassed like that. And that ending...damn. So well written, so intense, so much emotion. Thank you for sharing this amazing story with all of us!

The End of All Things Part 3 | Baron Corbin

Title: The End of All Things Part 3 (Part 1) (Part 2)

Pairing: Baron Corbin/Reader, Past Roman Reigns/Reader

Summary: "Still consider me someone that could make you happy?“ ”Always.“

Word Count: 4,533

Warning: sexy times ahead, NSFW!! Plus, a minor, almost physical, altercation in a public area.

A/N: wHOA i made something that wasn’t 100000% fluff i’m shook, pls enjoy. HAPPY READING.

Tags: @florenceivy | @rebelfleur22 | @alexahood21 | @taryndibiase | @isawthesights | @swedish-strong-style | @wrasslin-rollins | @blondekel77 | @xfirespritex | @megnog | @abschaffer2 (Hi, abschaffer, I’m not sure if you wanted to be tagged for all of my fics or just my seth ones, but just in case I tagged you in this as well) If I’ve missed anyone or you would like to be tagged, please let me know!

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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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