This Was So Sweet! And I Can Hear All Of It In His Adorable Goofy Chugs Voice Too. So Wholesome.

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.

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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1) Ew people touching a pregnant lady’s belly is just so weird and invasive. It bothers me so much when people do that.

2) If they don’t name the kid Apple, it has to at least be a nickname.

3) He’s being so sweet about everything, ugh. Why can’t real guys be this sweet?

4) Of course the shower will be an episode of BTE. I expect nothing less. Also I’m literally just picturing the Try Guys baby shower video.

5) Awwww and he proposed at the shower too!

6) Ugh that name is adorable.

7) No surprise sh’s gonna be a daddy’s girl.

8) This series was so cute!!! Thank you so much for writing it and sharing it with everyone on here. It made me all warm and fuzzy inside.

Southern Sweet - Finale

Author’s Note: Oh,you thought I was done? This almost didn’t happen bc Emi took my Bi card. Rip.

Pairing: Adam Page x OC

Warnings: Soft cowboy and child birth

Tag List: @allsnarkandsarcasm @vonschweetz @robwiethoff @heelsamizayn

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Well damn that was a dramatic party! And even before they got there, when he was at her place, I was dying at the tension. Gah, this was so well written I can’t get over it!

The Drifter’s New Year’s Kiss (Elias X Reader) One-Shot

Pairing: Elias X Reader Summary:  When Elias and another of WWEs employees fall for each other (Y/N) and are both too shy to confess their feelings to one another, the RAW women’s division decides to give them a helpful little push in the right direction… 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: Some cursing, sensuality, sexual tension, and fluff.  Implied Smut.

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I’ve never really been a huge fan of Big Cass, but holy shit that was insanely hot goddamn. I’m also just a massive sucker for friends that are oblivious for years until something just pushes one of them to say something. Thank you for writing this!

Satisfaction

Fandom: WWE

Pairing: Big Cass/Female Reader

Rating: Holy shit M.

AN: Tagging @tox-moxley and of course @hardcorewwetrash as is my custom! And! I’m thankful for all of YOU! I hope you had a great Thanksgiving. Enjoy!

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Ok I LOVE this concept, Wrestling with mythology thrown in is so cool. The storylines are already so crazy, why not bring in some gods and beasts? I do wonder who is in her head, though. And why is she keeping them hidden?

Devil In Me | Finn Bálor

Title: Devil In Me

Pairing: Finn Bálor/reader

Summary: Can you see him?

Who?

The man with the Devil in his eyes.

Word Count: 2,380

Warnings: A LOT OF DIFFERENT MYTHOLOGY BECAUSE IM A SUCKER FOR IT. (im trying to keep the mythology true to who they are not only with their WWE personality, but the gifted beings I think would fit them well).

Tagged: @ortonaholic <3

A/N: Hey guys! I got the idea for this fic after re-watching THIS video, creating the summary out of thin air, and then downloading an entire Celtic Mythology book. I know I have a few other two parters I need to finish but I’ve had this in my notes for a long time now and it needed to be shared! I hope you all enjoy! 

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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!

Masterlist

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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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😭😭😭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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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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YEEEEEEEES THEY DID IT. Well, not IT but sounds like they might be on their way to doing that. Gah, this was so cute and the caring for her and the concussion confessions were all amazing! This is such a great story I love it so much!

Bleed Into the Night

Title: Bleed Into the Night Part: Five / ? Characters: Hangman Adam Page x OFC Summary: She wasn’t looking. Neither was he. For a brief flash, they found each other. Word Count: 12,222 Warnings: Cursing? Vague medical things in regards to concussions and injuries. Previous: Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | A/N: :)  

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