Do Whatever Works For You! Anything You Do Choose To Write And Share With Us Is More Than We Deserve/expect,

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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^Me rn

Knocked it outta the park again! Gah it was so cute and then it got REALLY HOT. Also I definitely yelled out “ONLY ONE BEEEEED!” Thanks again!

Main Event

Prompt: Seth and the reader pretend to hate each other but have to share a one bedroom hotel for the night. Leads to smut and fluff. @sonjashuterbugjohnson

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OH MY GOD THIS WAS SO FUCKING GOOD!!!!! The tension and mystery were perfect. I felt for the guys trying to figure out what happened to them, and I almost cheered out loud myself when they finally could leave the property. Jackie was relatable as hell, too. I know I’d definitely pass out if 3 random dudes showed up in the new house I’d bought, and oh yeah they also supposedly died 6 years ago?! And then Seth and Dean being able to touch each other was just adorable, as was Roman’s mom pushing for Jackie and Roman to get together. 

I speed read through this story because it honestly is my favorite of yours I’ve read so far, and it’s definitely one that I’m gonna come back to many times to read again. Thank you so so so so so much for writing this and sharing it with all of us! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Restless

Fandom: WWE

Pairing: Roman Reigns/OFC

Rating: Holy shit M.

AN: Thirsty Crew! In the spirit of the month of Halloween, I give you a lengthy AU tale of ghosts, lake houses and policemen. Tagging @toxiicpop, @oraclegazes and you know it, @hardcorewwetrash! Enjoy! (And when I say lengthy I mean lengthy. I apologize in advance.)

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

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

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

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

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

6) OH YM GOD IT DID HOLY FUCK

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

Southern Sweet - Pt. 3

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

Pairing: Adam Page x OC

Warnings: Fluffiness,implied sexiness

Tag List: @allsnarkandsarcasm @vonschweetz @robwiethoff @heelsamizayn

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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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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.

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.

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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Oh my god this was so good! Also, that cliffhanger was a bit of a dick move, but very good at making me want to hurry up and write this so I can read the next part. All the interactions were so sweet, and I felt the heartbreak she felt when she found Baron. UGH IT WAS SO GOOD AND I NEED TO GO READ THE NEXT PART REAL QUICK.

Four Times | Baron Corbin

Title: Four Times (I should’ve told him I loved him)

Pairing: Baron Corbin/ Reader

Summary: I want all that is not mine. I want him but we’re not right.

Word Count: 4,670

Warning: I don’t really think this needs a warning! (feel free to correct me if I’m wrong).

Tags:  @calwitch | @rebelfleur22 | @xfirespritex | @blondekel77 | @abschaffer2 | @alexahood21 | @taryndibiase | @isawthesights | @swedish-strong-style | @wrasslin-rollins | @megnog | @kitkat8 | @ellothelongwaydown | @wwesensualfanfics | Please let me know if I missed anyone or if you would like to be added to the tag list.

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Good god, I’d love a Dean to take care of me when I’m sick and injured. And I’d stick with him through his stubborn bullshit, too, with lots of couch cuddles. I also think I like your version of his return a bit better 😉Thank you for writing/sharing this!

Pinkie Promise | Dean Ambrose

Title: Pinkie Promise

Pairing: Dean Ambrose/Reader

Summary: “You’re pinkie promising, Ambrose. Serious business, alright? You can’t ever go back on your word.”

Word Count: 4,356

Warning: mild talk of injuries

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