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

Pairing: Jeff Parker x OFC

Summary: When her boyfriend cheats on her, Jeff takes personal exception to it and decides to get involved. Will he also finally tell her how he feels or do his friends have to give him the push he needs to be honest?

Rating: G Word Count: 4,172 Warnings: referenced cheating and fighting. other than that nothing of note. Notes: Written for 2023 series of Bingo Card Prompts. All requests are full but the card is here for anyone interested. Prompt: "It's not what it looks like."

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Angelo Parker Drabble: “I know CPR”

A 500 word drabble inspired by @werewolves reminding me of the time Jeffelo tweeted about knowing CPR.

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Adam Cole: You Don’t Know Him Like I Do

Pairing: Adam Cole x Reader

Summary: When most people say “You don’t know him the way I do,” it’s easy to dismiss it as someone making excuses for giving their heart to the wrong person. But that’s not the case when it comes to Adam. You know a different side of him. A place grown from friendship from the moment that you met. Another big difference is that you haven’t given him your heart.

Or maybe you have and you just never told him.

Then again, maybe you have his without knowing it, too.

rating: G warnings: none notes: My first time writing anything with Adam Cole. Pls be kind. I typically stick to kayfabe personalities for fic, so not to blur lines. But c'mon, there’s some very lovable Chugs we just can’t ignore. Also this was completely spontaneously written on a whim and never on my WIP list because obviously I have no self-control.

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Adam Cole: You Don’t Know Him Like I Do

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This was so sweet! And I can hear all of it in his adorable goofy Chugs voice too. So wholesome.

Adam Cole: Christmas came early.

adam cole x gender neutral! reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

summary: adam has been trying to buy a ps5 for months now and when he fails to buy it once again, he gets so upset. what adam doesn’t know is that you had finally got your hands on one and bought him one - though it was supposed to be a present, you decided to give it to him earlier.

requested by: anon (hope you enjoy!)

tag list: @bellalutionn @cutierocker202 @elitehunter @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @sillynilly27

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i switched the request up a bit! hope you all enjoy. :)

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You sat beside Adam and watched as he continued to refresh his web browser, his fingers shaking with apprehension as he waited to get out of the queue he was currently in.

“Come on, come on,” Adam whispered to himself, over and over. His eyes were fixated on the screen and you swore that he forgot that you were right there next to him.

This was practically his a thousandth try - and you wish you were exaggerating - to get a PS5. Adam had come close every time during each drop and just when it’d come time to check out, the game console that he yearned for would be out of stock, making him more disappointed and upset than the last time.

You sat next to him, also watching the screen, and let out a sigh of relief when Adam was finally out of the queue. The way he quickly got into the zone, clicking away at the PS5 version that he want and scrambling for his wallet when he was checking out made you grow nervous.

Though, you were excited for him. It seemed like he was finally going to get it after so many tries and when he clicked “place order”... once again..

Out Of Stock.

Adam’s face dropped and he gently shoved his laptop away from him, his head falling into his hands as he sighed. “I didn’t want it that bad anyways.” He said, the disappointment clear in his voice.

You frowned and rubbed his back, unable to verbally comfort him as you had no idea what to say. Usually, you were able to spit out so many words of wisdom and turn Adam’s sad face into a beautiful smile.

But now, you felt just as defeated as he did.

A Few Weeks Later

Adam had been so upset still and even though he tried his hardest to hide it, you knew him well enough to know that this was affecting him.

Of course, being the best partner that you are, you spent your free time searching for any places that might have had PS5’s in stock and in person. You knew that you wouldn’t have luck trying to buy it online, so you hoped for a miracle.

Thankfully, the nearest Target had them in stock and you tried not to question it as you sped over there.

When you got there, you marveled at how many were locked away in the glass cases, wondering why the hell hadn’t Adam just looked in person.

Paying for the console made you cringe at how expensive it was - though, you had to remind yourself that you were buying this for Adam as a present and it was something that he wanted really bad.

Once you got home, you quickly wrapped the box and hid it for the meantime until Adam came back from visiting some friends.

You stood a few feet away from the door when you heard him fiddling with his keys as he tried to unlock the door. When Adam opened the door, his bright smile turned into a worried frown when he saw you twiddling with your fingers, waiting for him.

“What’s the matter?” He asked, walking over to you and grabbing your hands in concern.

“Uh, well. I have a surprise for you! I wanted to give it to you as a Christmas present, but now I can’t resist anymore.” You rambled, trying to show Adam that he had absolutely nothing to worry about through your words. You pressed a quick kiss against his cheek and motioned for him to sit down, which he did with a look of confusion on his face as you walked away.

“Close your eyes!” You shouted from the dining room, almost struggling to grab the weighted box that container the console and a few other things. You smiled at the bow that you had stuck onto the wrapped box and walked back into the living room, placing the box in front of an unaware Adam.

“Open.” You gently said, sitting down next to him on the couch and watched with a big smile as his hands dropped from his eyes.

“What is this?” Adam asked curiously with a laugh, ripping off the wrapping paper as you pushed him playfully.

His ridiculously loud gasp made you laugh and Adam immediately wrapped his arms around you, thanking you over and over again.

“How did you-.. where did you-... when did you-..” Adam could barely speak, his eyes glimmered with you and his cheeks were so rosy from surprise.

“Don’t worry about all that,” You smiled and pressed a soft kiss against his lips. “I just knew how bad you wanted it and I hated seeing you so upset, Adam.”

Adam could only look at you and smile, his hand grabbing yours and caressing it softly. “I’m so lucky to have you.” He whispered, the admiration in his eyes made goosebumps rise onto your arms. The way he looked at you so tenderly and in love.. your stomach was swarming with butterflies.

“I’m gonna go set it up,” Adam giddily said and got up, grabbing onto the box. “Come with me, babe!”

Before you even gave Adam the present, you wondered if giving it to him sooner would lose the magic - that it wouldn’t make sense.

But seeing how happy he was, you knew it was a great idea. And you weren’t even mad that Christmas had came early.

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.

Well this was cute af. Loved it!

This Is Not A Date

Kyle O’Reilly x Reader Warnings: None Word Count: 1,977 Summary: You weren’t in love with Kyle, and Kyle wasn’t in love with you, either. [Requested] 

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THIS WAS CUTE AS FUCK OH MY GOD

departures

Finn Balor x Reader

content warning: just a lil airport romance if thats your sort of thing

summary: you just needed to stay awake until your connecting flight

With a small sigh, you collapsed into a less than comfortable seat, facing out towards the tarmac. You gripped a cheap styrofoam cup filled with fast food restaurant coffee like it was the last thing that separated you from delirium. Planes landed and planes took off. People came and people left.

The gate was almost completely desolate. A man in a suit was sleeping a few seats away from you, his newspaper neatly resting against his chest. For a moment, you wondered if he had the right idea.

But you couldn’t sleep. You could rest your eyes once you were back on the plane. You plugged your charger into the wall outlet and opened your laptop, pressing “play” on whatever episode of whatever baking show you had last watched.

You felt your eyes grow heavier and heavier as you tried to reason with your internal clock. Maybe you could close your eyes for just a few minutes. Maybe you could even set an alarm, take a half hour nap. You had at least an hour left of your layover so what’s thirty minutes of sleep while you wait?

Before you knew it you were waking up to the sensation of someone gently nudging your arm. You sat upright in a panic, assuming you had missed the boarding for your flight but, when you looked around, the gate was still nearly devoid of people. In front of you, however, stood a man with cropped brown hair, a beard and eyes that seemed concerned that he may have sent you into cardiac arrest.

“Sorry.” He spoke softly but you could catch a hint of an accent in spite of his volume. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I was just wondering if I could plug my phone into this outlet.”

He pointed towards the sockets in question and you realized your laptop charger had consumed both available openings.

“Shit, yeah. Sorry about that.”

You leaned over and, in a less than graceful fashion, balancing your laptop on your legs, you pulled your charger free and relocated it so it was taking up less room.

“Thanks. This flight is going to be hours and I’d rather not end up without my phone.” A little laugh followed his words, causing you to smile a sleepy sort of grin. “I really didn’t mean to startle you.”

“No, no. It’s okay. I needed a wake up call anyways.”

The man sat on the ground where his phone charged, his legs criss crossed, his arms stretched out behind him. He looked out the windows towards the planes, his cold blue eyes almost wistful as he followed the winged metal tubes as they ascended into the sky and descended towards the ground.

The silence was strangely peaceful as you looked on in the same direction as him. A sense of calm awakeness filled the air as you got used to your new neighbor.

“So, where are you going?” You asked.

It took him a moment to register your voice in his head and you worried that maybe he wasn’t waiting for more conversation.

“Uh, I’m headed to Dublin for a little vacation.”

“Oh! Were you on the flight from Miami?”

His eyes lit up as if that flight hadn’t been filled with hundreds of passengers.

“Yeah! That turbulence at the end. I thought we were going down.”

He laughed again as he looked at his feet and you felt your heart flutter slightly. Maybe it was the lack of sleep or the jet lag but there was something about the way his smile lingered on his face, as if he were still replaying his words in his head, that threatened to make you feel like a blushing schoolgirl.

He looked up to you, his eyes studying you before he finally spoke.

“So are you headed to Dublin too?”

You nodded. “For a week.”

“Anything special planned?”

“Uh, well, I’ve got family out there that I haven’t seen since I was young.”

You had planned this trip for a year and, while it was partially to see the relatives you had been separated from for so long, you had also hoped to do some sort of soul searching. Life back in Florida had become something akin to a mess and you felt it was time for a hard reset.

You looked at him and he looked up at you. A small grin crossed his face, his eyes turning into slivers behind his cheeks. A hot blush burned over your cheeks as you looked away.

“I’m Finn, by the way.”

He held out his hand to you and you shook it. A spark danced over your skin and you hoped he felt it too. When his eyes ran down your arm to where your palms met you thought maybe he had.

“It’s nice to meet you, Finn.”

He held on for just a moment too long before drawing his arm back in and shaking his head.

“Sorry, I feel bad that I’ve kind of intruded on your morning.”

He moved to stand and your brain panicked, suddenly desperate to keep him by your side.

“Oh, no!” You placed your hand on his shoulder, a warm smile greeting his suddenly shy face. “You’re fine. I’m enjoying your company. It’s keeping me awake, which is more than I can say for this coffee.”

“You sure? I can sit somewhere else while I wait.”

“I promise. If you annoy me I’ll tell you.”

He paused as if he had to think hard about your words before sitting back down.

“Here,” you slid over a seat, dragging your laptop’s charging cord with you. “I’ll even let you have a seat of your own. God only knows what’s been on these floors.”

Finn sat himself down as if he were experiencing chairs for the first time. The sun was beginning to rise past the horizon and a ray caught onto his face, illuminating his features, the way his beard moved as he dragged his fingers through it nervously.

He then turned to you, a warm expression drifting over his face.

“What’re you watching?” He pointed to your laptop, the screen dim now but still vaguely discernible.

“I’m not sure. I fell asleep on the plane and woke up to this baking competition.” You traced your finger down the side of your laptop, unsure what to say next. “Would you… would you want to watch with me? We still have time before boarding is supposed to begin.”

He hesitated before nodding slowly, as though he wasn’t aware what the correct answer was.

And so that’s exactly what you did. You played the episode and he laughed at the dramatic editing and you thought about how he smelled like September leaves and crisp air and that feeling you get when you walk inside after a cold day.

Eventually, much to your embarrassment, you felt that same gentle hand nudging you awake.

You had fallen asleep on his shoulder and when you woke the gate was brimming with patiently waiting passengers, ready to board. You squinted past the rays of sun that had risen up past the horizon and the skyline. When you turned to Finn you saw him looking down at you, an amused grin on his face.

“Good morning.” He chimed

“Sorry.” You replied sheepishly. “Guess I had that on on the plane for a reason.”

The flight attendant announced the first boarding class and you quickly took your laptop back, coiling the charging cord up into a neat circle. Finn took his phone and stood, stretching his arms over his head. As he returned to a normal posture he held a hand out to you, helping you from your seat.

“So, I don’t know if you’ll have a lot of time but I’d be happy to show you around while you’re over in Dublin.” He offered, his hands shoved into his pockets and his shoulders lifted towards his ears.

You considered his words carefully. You had only just met him but something drew you closer and closer with every passing moment. And so you nodded, agreeing to the suggestion.

They called the next class to board and Finn grabbed his belongings. Before taking the first step towards the boarding area, he faced you, his body close enough for you to feel his aura prickling your skin.

“It was nice to meet you.” He spoke quietly.

“I hope I’ll see you again.”

He gave your arm a quick squeeze before finally beginning to walk away. Something stopped him though. He paused in his tracks and stood still before turning back to you.

“I don’t think I got your name.” He called out.

“I’ll tell you when the plane lands.”

I am working on a one-shot for the Demon King right now! Let me know if you'd like to be tagged in it! Otherwise, I'll just tag the people who are on my Dangerous Game taglist! You can let me know by either replying to this post or sending me an ask!

I am working on a one-shot for the Demon King right now! Let me know if you'd like to be tagged in it! Otherwise, I'll just tag the people who are on my Dangerous Game taglist! You can let me know by either replying to this post or sending me an ask!

Well that was just cute af. Now I’m picturing the UE brainstorm for how he should ask them out and it’s endlessly entertaining as well.

Packages

Adam Cole x Reader Warnings: None Word Count: 1,556 Summary: Always check the address on your packages

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Chuck and Trent are little shits, but you can’t be mad at what it lead to!

Sexy Malfunctions

Pairing:  Orange Cassidy x Fem Reader

Summary: While enjoying a summer day with her best friends, The Best Friends, the reader doesn’t expect something as little as a broken clasp to throw off her day, but this little malfunction turns out to be a good time when it happens in front of someone she already had feelings for,  Orange Cassidy…

Warnings:  SMUT (18+ ONLY!!)

Requested by:  No one (But I hope you all enjoy!)

Word Count:  2123

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God, your writing is so good. And I’m a massive sucker for some good ol hurt/comfort. Thanks for writing and sharing this!

Motives

Pairing:  Jay White x Fem Reader

Summary: (For the sake of this fic, Kenny Omega is a part of the Bullet club and an active member, just an FYI) (Also, my first time writing for Jay so I hope I did well!)

As the leader of the famous Bullet Club, the reader has a lot on her shoulders and a lot on her plate. After being attacked and injured by a mysterious attacker, she puts her best friend, Jay White, in charge of the club while she’s recovering, but he immediately shocks everyone when he confronts Kenny Omega after Slammiversary. No one knows why, which makes the reader panic, but Jay lets her know there’s a good reason behind it…

Warnings:  Flashback that includes an injury (That’s about it)

Requested by:  No one (But I hope you all enjoy!))

Word Count:  3397

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Yeeees this was amazing! Enjoyed see Tim and Ciampa at each other’s throats cause I’m not a huge fan of them teaming, and the way that Ciampa being a dick is what ended up pushing them together was great! Thanks for sharing!

tease | timothy t. | mature

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And this is something I’ve been working on foreverrrrr it feels like. I never could get it just the way I wanted it to go, but like… after a talk with @kyleoreillysknee​ I kind of slightly knew what I wanted to do and I think this is the 3rd rewrite for this particular thing?

Nobody kill me. I ended this one on a cliffhanger… Sort of. I could’ve gone into more detail but the last sentence of this was just… It was perfect for me? And I’m kind of still half afraid I’m fucking up when I write Timothy, so I was kind of antsy about diving in headfirst with full on filth this time? So.. anyway.. there’s that.

Eventually, I swear to God.. I am going to get to the headcanon and nsfw alphabet asks I have waiting on me. I’ve just had a few little bursts of inspiration and shoot me, I wanna indulge myself a little bit, lmaooo.

Prompt:

“If I said you had a beautiful body, would you hold it against me” && “They say the tongue is the strongest muscle in the body… wanna fight?” were both used here.

Warnings:

18+ content. This is not meant for minors. It’s also not meant for people who dislike mildly smutty sexual scenarios. If you continue reading after this warning, this is a you problem, not a me problem. I warned you clearly right here what was to come.

Things to look out for : Uhh.. Fingering, vague sexual situation, nudity and of course, a little biting / marking.. That’s pretty much it, loves.

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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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OH MY GOOOOOOOOOD!!!!!!!!!!! SO MUCH IS HAPPENING AND I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS BUT I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO EVEN START VERBALIZING THEM. BASICALLY I AM JUST THIS RIGHT NOW:

Thanks for sharing, as always, now I have to go calm down to try to sleep cause it’s 4 in the damn morning.

PART THREE OF ?

Previously: one, two Ship: Hangman Adam Page x Female OC (Hazel Baker) x Matt Jackson Summary: Rodeo/Cowboy AU - And just like that, fate has brought Hazel back to none other than Adam Page. Though last time they’d crossed paths he’d seemed eager to be rid of her company, Adam confesses the truth in his feelings for her and admits that he hasn’t forgotten her this entire time they’ve been apart. But now Hazel has serious feelings for Adam’s close friend, Matt… yet even she can’t deny that she has an indescribable connection with Adam that just can’t be ignored. Rating: explicit Length: 30,074 words Warnings: unprotected sex x2, angst, characters being idiots and not communicating their feelings properly… oh also probably some gratuitous horse knowledge no one cares about. you know, the usual.

author’s note: I wanted to get out this next part out as a holiday gift for all you amazing people who have been so encouraging about this series. I honestly can’t tell you how much your comments mean to me and how much pride and joy I feel at every little like or reblog or interaction with this fic series. At the start of 2020 I told myself this would be the year I finally wrote something that got to 50k words. I am proud to say with this installment Starlight is currently at 68k words, surpassing my goal. Hell, maybe it’s taken me an entire year to write it, but still, I did it! Now my next goal for 2021? Actually finish a story for once - this story. I have the outline planned and I can’t begin to explain to all of you how much your support and encouragement keeps me going to get the rest of this story out there. Anyways! Long note out of the way, I just want to sincerely thank you guys for your support of this fic series. It really means the world to me. Oh also - yeah… things are about to get VERY messy in this fic.

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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 may or may not have squealed through like 70% of this. Such a good series for the holidays that I will definitely revisit next year.

Only for the Holidays (pt 3)

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: 5,484 words part THREE of THREE (part one, part two), the fic can also be read in it’s entirety on ao3 (here)

author’s note: and alas! the final installment of this little fake-dating series I wrote for viv’s @12daysofchristmas​ challenge! I hope you guys enjoy the finale to this sweet little story, it was nice to write something so warm and fluffy for the holidays even if I was writing it all by the seat of my pants and didn’t have anything planned LOL

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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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This was so sweet and fluffy, a perfect little way to end this crappy year. 

“Chipped Tooth” - Timothy Thatcher x OFC

Title: Chipped Tooth

Theme: @12daysofchristmas Day 10 - Cookies/Baking/Gingerbread

Fandom/Character(s): WWE NXT/Timothy Thatcher x OFC

Warnings: None! Nothing but fluff here.

Word Count: 1,841

Notes: For the Thotchers! And me, because I’ve been toying with the idea of reviving my OG OFC, Hannah McMahon, and this was the perfect excuse. If you’re interested, The Shield fics I wrote back in the day featuring Hannah are still up on my (inactive) FanFiction page. For current fics, find my masterlist here.

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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.

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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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This will probably go unnoticed, but I just want to take a second to give a big thank you to all the fanfic authors out there.

I'm not sure if y'all are aware of how much of an impact you're making on peoples lifes.

Personally I struggle with a lot of things that I won't specify here, but fanfic is something I can escape to, even on the worst days.

So if any fanfic writers see this, this is a personal thank you note from me to you.

Ok, dick move, Page, but also this 100% fits his MO lately. Never good enough, why let them hurt me first mentality. Thank fuck he realized at the end there. This part was fantastic too!

Delicate Creatures Part 2

Hangman Adam Page x OC

Rated E for everyone

Requested by anon, “Hey can I ask for  8. “I’m sorry I’m not what you signed up for.” and 13. “You didn’t call. You didn’t text. Nothing.” with Adam Page. Please and Thank You ”

OC refuses to believe her time with Adam was a one night fling. Angsty, just the way we like it.

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The Next morning…

Rolling over I was expecting to wrap my legs and arms around Adam and I was met with an empty bed. Sitting up and opening my eyes I was hoping he was just in the washroom, but looking down on the floor all of his stuff was gone.

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Good lord, this was so good. I definitely wouldn’t mind being stuck with Hangman, either.

Delicate Creatures

Hangman Adam Page x OC

Rated M for Mature

Requested by anon, “Can I sleep in here?“ Adam Page pwease”

Adam and our OC unwind after a stressful PPV for the both of them. They’re both sensitive and self loathing, my favourite :P

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“I HATE IT HEREEEEE!” I yelled intro the solice of my empty hotel room as I tossed my purse across the room and poured myself a drink. This is not what I fucking signed up for. I was told when I signed my contract for this company it would be different. It’s been months since I actually wrestled, even though I am busting my ass in training all week. My phone buzzed and I looked at the screen:

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This was so unbelievably soft, thank you so much for sharing it!

Christmas for Two

Timothy Thatcher x OC

Rated E for Everyone

Requested by anon: “if we can request fics could you maybe do like a soft one for timmo? like husband timothy comforting you on a bad day?”

OC is frustrated with life right now but doesn’t know how to express it. Timmo provides comfort.

Hopefully your stomach turns like you ate something sweet (Second hand embarrassment possibly). So I’m not used to writing fluffy, because I like people to be angsty then fall in love. I was raised on melodramas, go easy on me okay? 

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I woke up and I just knew today was going to be a hard day. Approaching deadlines, meetings, a mountain of paperwork to close out this quarter. I couldn’t even bring myself to turn the alarm off when Tim reached over to turn it off.

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Shayna, don’t rag on Hallmark and ice cream. It’s how us single af people make it through in quarantine.

The awkwardness/clumsiness is honestly so relatable, like damn.

Well that ending was just sugary sweet. Gah, all your fics for this challenge/event/thing are just so damn good!

19.12- clumsy, adam page

Title: clumsy

Theme: holiday party

Fandom / Character(s): Adam Page & a possibly self inserted reader, ahem, cough…

Warnings: uhh… blind dates, reader is… v. awkward. cute fluff comedy thing, kindaish? Oh. There is drinking mentioned briefly, so alcohol tw.

Word Count: my guesstimate is roughly around 1.2k. Maybe sliiightly over.

First of all, full credit for how this actually goes to @wardl0w​ because she was amazing and let me throw reader into this situation that she’d already sort of come up with (if I’m being vague it’s because idk if she’s posted hers already or not at the time you’re reading this and I REFUSE to spoil it for you guys bc its so goood holy shit.) … if that makes sense. I was honestly stumped for a beginning to this, but then we got to talking and… This is what came out. Fair warning here, reader is p. much a self insert. It’s the holidays, damn straight I’m gonna treat myself. Also, yes. Why yes, I am/was this awkward IRL. So.. sorry in advance. This is my attempt at a rom com I guess? This is my entry for the day for @champbucks​ 12 Days of Christmas challenge { @12daysofchristmas​ }.

TAGGING:

@kyleoreillysknee​​

@rampagewriting​​

@writertoo18​​

@thatnerdwriter​​

@wrestlingismyguiltypleasure​​

@chasingeverybreakingwave​​

@waywardwrestlewritingwaif​​

@sassymox​​

@champbucks​​

@hungmanhorsecarriage​​

@wardl0w​​

@ryantaylorgirl​​

@dilfmoxley​​

@hotyeehawman​​

@gabbynorth98​​

@bec0m​​

@irish-newzealand-idian-dutch​​

@daddyslittlevillain​​

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Yes more Kyle love ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

This was so cute and just suggestive enough while leaving it open for our own imaginations. Loved it!

20.12, knee socks & stolen shirts, kyle o’reilly.

Title: knee socks & stolen shirts

Theme: fireplace/ stockings… again, trust me. it’s theme adjacent-ish.. sorta…

Fandom / Character(s): Kyle O’Reilly and a reader that’s partially inspired by myself tbh. No sense in lying. I did /try/ to keep all physical appearance details out of this aside from roommate/reader being female. Try is the operative here.

Warnings: uhh.. dry humping / making out. roommates to lovers? is that a trope/thing? i feel like it is… Uhh.. a few swear words… Not much else…

Word Count: my guesstimate is roughly around 2.8k. Maybe sliiightly over.

 This is my entry for the day for @champbucks​ 12 Days of Christmas challenge on @12daysofchristmas​. It was written in a fit of thirsting over Kyle, as one does… And my mighty need to take the suggested theme and of course, put my own twist to it.. because stockings doesn’t just have to imply those that are hung over the fireplace…. I made the banner thing used here, so no stealing or reposting it, please and thanks?

TAGGING:

@kyleoreillysknee​

@rampagewriting​

@writertoo18​

@thatnerdwriter​

@wrestlingismyguiltypleasure​

@chasingeverybreakingwave​

@waywardwrestlewritingwaif​

@sassymox​

@champbucks​

@hungmanhorsecarriage​

@wardl0w​

@ryantaylorgirl​

@dilfmoxley​

@hotyeehawman​

@gabbynorth98​

@bec0m​

@irish-newzealand-idian-dutch​ 

@daddyslittlevillain​ 

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I never thought of Lumis as a “leading man in a rom-com” cause the whole, you know, never talking thing, but damn did you convince me he’s a great fit! This was amazing!

Mesmerized PT. 2

Pairing:  Dexter Lumis x Female Reader

Summary: Based of Mesmerized PT 1 (In my Master List 3):

After being saved by Dexter Lumis, the reader cannot think of anything else. When she does clear her mind, those thoughts of Dexter come back, the reader finding out that he is facing Oney Lorcan, confirming that Dexter now has a target on his back. Knowing that, the reader makes her way to NXT that night, just in time as Dexter is jumped, now being his hero, risking her injury and all….

Warnings:  N/A

Requested by:  No one (but I hope you all enjoy!)

Word Count:  2,779

Tag List: @demonqueen29​ @riveristhename​ @new-zealand-chic​ @crowleysqueenofhell​ @justamess44​ @thatpanpal​ @hungmanhorsecarriage​ @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch​ @gothcerulli​ @linziland13​ @yungbludjazz360​

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Thanks again for helping me get my mojo back! I have been so hype to write this series! This is definitely dedicated to you boo! I hope you enjoy! @riveristhename​

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I finally had a chance to sit down and read all the parts you’ve published and oh my goooooood I love it! There’s so much fluff but still depth to the characters and the story. And it feels like a hallmark movie but, like, good? (Don’t get me wrong I love watching those movies but you have to admit they’re not masterpieces) I can’t wait to see what you do for the rest of the days! 

Recipe for a Perfect Christmas - Part 6

Title: Recipe for a Perfect Christmas Part: 6/12 Theme: Day #6: Candy Fandom / Character(s): AEW / Nick Jackson x OFC Warnings: None. The fluff continues Word Count: 3,255 Soundtrack: Spotify Previously: Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five 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 6 of @12daysofchristmas

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Adorable, just adorable. 

17.12, you want to kiss me, mjf

Title: you want to kiss me

Theme: Holiday fair/Carnival

Fandom / Character(s):MJF, AEW

Warnings:Lots of banter. A mutual physical attraction. Sharp tongues and attitude galore.. Oh and a little kissing.

Word Count: uhhh… roughly 1k, give or take..

This is my entry to @champbucks 12 Days Of Christmas Challenge for the day. This one pretty much came to me as I wrote the other one I did for the day, with Sweetpea, on my multifandom blog. And at first, I started to go with Kevin Owens, but.. MJF is the perfect mouthy, egotistical idiot for this. So, I went with it.

BTW>. i made the banner thing. No stealing.

Tagging:

@kyleoreillysknee​​​

@rampagewriting​​​

@writertoo18​​​

@thatnerdwriter​​​

@wrestlingismyguiltypleasure​​​

@chasingeverybreakingwave​​​

@waywardwrestlewritingwaif​​​

@sassymox​​​

@champbucks​​​

@hungmanhorsecarriage​​​

@wardl0w​​​

@ryantaylorgirl​​​

@dilfmoxley​​​

@hotyeehawman​​​

@gabbynorth98​​​

@bec0m​​​

@irish-newzealand-idian-dutch​​​

@daddyslittlevillain​​​

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This was so cute oh my god I love it!!!!!!! And Brandon getting some love made my heart grow too. 

“Personal Snow Globe” - Brandon Cutler x OFC

Title: Personal Snow Globe

Theme: @12daysofchristmas Day 4 - Snow

Fandom/Character(s): AEW/Brandon Cutler x OFC

Warnings: None! This fic is a big ball of fluff.

Word Count: 1,537

Notes: @champbucks wanted a Brandon fic, so I had to deliver. I must say, this is probably the SOFTEST thing I have ever written, but I’m quite proud of it. I hope y’all enjoy!

Find more of my fics here.

Tag squad: @hotyeehawman @freshlysqueezedmox @gabbynorth98 @comeasyoudar @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @librathepheonix13 @exe-sadboi-exe

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