Jeff Parker: I'll Do Anything To See You Smile

God, your writing is fucking fantastic. This had so many different elements! Romance, action, terror, GAH. It’s so good! I feel like I say that after every story of yours that I read, but it still holds true! Thanks for writing/publishing it!

The Lunatics | Dean Ambrose

Title: The Lunatics

Pairing: Dean Ambrose/Reader

Summary: It was near inevitable for you to catch feelings. A man, with eyes as soft and as blue as the sky, and a smile that ruined your heart, wasn’t exactly easy to ignore. 

Word Count: 8,503

Warning: Stalking, Domestic violence, gun violence, threats of bodily harm, minor character death

A/N: This is a slow-ish burn with more plot than cute shit, this took some serious turns that I didn’t mean for it to take, but it happened lol I hope you all still enjoy

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 | @abschaffer2 | @ekayyla | @shieldgirl95 | @dreamlikemusings | @bouttogolinkurbitch | @moriarty-smarty | @warblersarelove | @leslie2898 | @neeadinghugs | @lunaticfringe216 | @lost-in-the-stories | @ohchristimhookedonhavocimsodunne | @viperslunatic | @earl-01 | @mersers-moonypadfoot-prongs | @crayzeebizkit | @astilinski24 | @leonusampurano | @onebigfanficworld | @fanfic-fanfic-everywhere | @boundtomyfate | @georgiadean37 | @superrezzy00 | @florenceivy | @leteverythingexist | @sunflowers-and-swear-words | @ittybittywriter | @xxmaddhatter39xx | @mariejr88-blog | @themcmeggers

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Well this was just straight up adorable. I need a little whiskey of my own for the sweetness!

Title: jack daniels kisses

Theme: Bonfire

Fandom / Character(s): Adam Page, AEW

Warnings: Lots of fluff and sweetness, lots of cuddling. Alcohol tw.

Word Count: 1k… with a moodboard. I swear I meant this to be a blurb but I got… a little carried away. Typical, yeah?

This is my entry to @champbucks 12 Days Of Christmas Challenge { @12daysofchristmas } for the day. I just.. wanted to write a suuuuper fluffy blurb about Hangman getting cuddled by a bonfire by self inserted / reader… who may or may not have gotten Britt to get Hangman there, for the sole purpose of cuddling him. So.. there’s that. I WANTED FLUFF. LET ME LIVE.

Tagging:

@kyleoreillysknee​​

@rampagewriting​​

@writertoo18​​

@thatnerdwriter​​

@wrestlingismyguiltypleasure​​

@chasingeverybreakingwave​​

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@sassymox​​

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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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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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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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Poor girl. No one deserves to get used by someone like that. And poor Galina too. Roman’s being such a dick and Baron is left to pick up the pieces and trying to figure out if the girl he loves actually likes him or is just looking for comfort. At least he was a good guy and didn’t let her make the dumb drunken decision, as hard as it was for him. He’s being so sweet and it’s killing me.

The End of All Things | Baron Corbin

Title: The End of All Things 

Pairing: Baron Corbin/Reader, past Roman Reigns/reader

Summary: “He’s nothin’ more than the scum on the bottom of my boot, sweetheart.“

Word count: 1,565 (the fact that I thought this was shorter than 1,000 is beyond me).

Warning: Talk of adultery, manipulation, excessive drinking. (Cheating is becoming a theme, apparently).

A/N: I got the idea to write this while having Indiana Jones on in the background on Tuesday night right after getting my dose of Baron! I wrote this one rather quickly, so that’s why it’s up before my next Seth fic. Hope you all enjoy!

Tagging: @ortonaholic !! If anyone else would like to be tagged feel free to let me know <3 (I also tagged this post #baron’s bitches because I’ve seen that term floating around - I’ve also been in that tag what up)

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Oh man, this was heartbreaking but also hopeful? Definitely seems like there’s some lingering feelings on both their parts. This is either gonna horribly, or they’re getting back together. I’m hoping for reconciliation.

Nightmare

Seth Rollins/OC: You have a terrible nightmare and the first person you can think of to call is your ex while you’re crying and hoping he can help cheer you up. Fluff then smut. Requested by @screamersdontdance

I wrote another request!!! It’s lit! But I have more Braun ideas so the next couple may be Braun again. Idk yet tho, we’ll see.

Tagging my lovelies: @lavitabella87 @omgmissmillie @everybodyfinnfreeze @shadow-of-wonder @laochbaineann @justtookawaii @sarrahcha @attilasgurl @twiistedbliiss @hotspurmadridista @alexispoo @niazha16 @happelu970 @officialbroski10-blog @artemisapalla316 @crowleysqueenofhell @lilmisscrisis @antigonemaia @imnoaingeal @littledeadrottinghood @imagineall-the-fandoms @fuckyeahbulletclub @hiitsmecharlie @macfizzle @bizclizbaybay @oraclegazes @culturalrebel @welshwitch5 @wrasslesmut @actualamyautopsy

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It’s 3 am and I am SCREAMING. SO MUCH JUST HAPPENED AND IT WAS ALL AMAZING.

Except that bit at the end about Nick. Adam’s right, he can fuck off.

Seriously though, how do you make every part even better than the last? I’m astounded by your writing ability every time. 

Bleed Into the Night

Title: Bleed Into the Night Part: Four / ? Characters: Hangman Adam Page x OFC Summary: She wasn’t looking. Neither was he. For a brief flash, they found each other. Word Count: 12,552 Warnings: Cursing? Masturbation Previous: Part One | Part Two | Part Three | A/N: :)

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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.

OH my god your discord sounds amazing if this is what comes of it. Also, I hadn’t put that much thought into it before, but 100% agree that boy has never been a top a day in his life.

Seth’s a Bottom | Rolleigns

Title: Seth’s a Bottom

Pairing: Seth Rollins/Roman Reigns

Summary: Seth likes to think he can be a top whenever he wants… that’s gonna be a big negative from me

Warning: we got sex my duuudes

Word Count: 1,084

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