This An AU I Never Thought To Want, But Holy Hell It Was Amazing. All The Lore You Worked In, The Descriptions

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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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.

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 take requests if you like it here’s a Prompt List!

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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 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.

Oh my god this was so soft I can’t. Finn was such a sweetheart, and the legos were even more precious. I love how you write the accent, too. I’ve had a kinda shit day and this was exactly what I needed. Thanks so much for writing and sharing this!

The Little Things | Finn Bálor

Title: The Little Things

Pairing: Finn Bálor/reader

Summary: “Do you ever think about the little things?”

Word Count: 3,035

Warning: I don’t think I should be warning you, but it’s about Finn so good luck regardless lol

Tagging: @rebelfleur22 @florenceivy @swedish-strong-style

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Yay! I mean, his reasoning for the initial breakup was kinda bullshit, but at least he figured it out eventually! I love happy endings

Daydream

Seth Rollins/OC: You and Seth and the aftermath of the nightmare. A look back at your relationship, that isn’t quite as over as you two thought. Fluff. Part 2 of Nightmare.

Tagging my bbies: @lavitabella87 @omgmissmillie @screamersdontdance @everybodyfinnfreeze @shadow-of-wonder @laochbaineann @justtookawaii @sarrahcha @twiistedbliiss @hotspurmadridista @niazha16 @happelu970 @officialbroski10-blog @crowleysqueenofhell @lilmisscrisis @antigonemaia @imnoaingeal @littledeadrottinghood @imagineall-the-fandoms @hiitsmecharlie @macfizzle @oraclegazes @culturalrebel @welshwitch5 @wrasslesmut @actualamyautopsy @blondekel77 @valeonmars @squirrel666 @livingthestrongstyle @damnbuvky @dmm-wts @caramara3 @abbie03d @roserae527 @superrezzy00 @the-geekgoddes @phenominalstyles @that-lolachick @panic-angel3314 @thephenomenonalkingofthebrogues @missdibiase @heelturn-timesten

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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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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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1) Don’t think I didn’t see that in the tags about having more Hangman fics!

2) OH MY GOD HE’S GONNA BE A STRIPPER.

3) Bro Kenny the bartender was not something I knew I needed in my life. Now I want even more of it. Also, I reaaaaaally want a pomegranate margarita.

4) I really thought his stage name was gonna be “The Hungman”. This thought also made me giggle like an idiot for about 30 seconds. 

5) CALLED IT

6) Of course Mox is the bouncer. I love it.

7) Kenny’s really cementing his place as an all-time great bro. Trying to get her laid, making her front and center for the hottest male dancer, getting her to dance and let loose a little. All just fantastic.

8) A Baby Shark routine? I’m dead.

9) I’m just gonna cover all the bases with the “adult situations” and say: goddamn that was hot.

10) YES MOX DECKED HIS ASS!!!!!!

11) Ugh that was all so good. I’m so glad you mentioned that you had more stories!

Save a Horse,Ride a Cowboy

Author’s Note: So this time we’re blaming @doedreamss​ who started this all with their post BUT we’re also blaming @snarkandsarcasmwrites​ and @heelsamizayn​ for encouraging me!

Pairing: Stripper!Hangman x Reader

Warnings: Filthy smut,little fluff,little angst in the beginning.

Tag List: @snarkandsarcasmwrites​ @heelsamizayn​ @doedreamss​ @robwiethoff​ @vonschweetz​ @reigns420​

Gif credit goes to the amazing @robwiethoff​. This is not my gif!

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I love this so much?????? Like I can’t even express how much I love this. Sami deserves all the love.

Dirty

Sami Zayn/OC: You’re out for the night with the girls, and get dared to send a dirty picture to Sami because the girls know how you feel about him. You thought he would just ignore it, but were pleasantly surprised when he started texting you back. Smut requested by anon, literally loved by everybody. Tagging @wwe–imagines, @gelinas22, @helluvawriter, @emmarablack, and @oraclegazes because they all asked for it.

You may be saying to yourselves, ‘Laura, don’t you have a billion other requests before this?’ The answer is yes, yes I do. But I hit a block on a few and have been thinking about this one since I got the request, so I did it. Here it is. I promise if you sent in requests before this, they’re coming soon. In the meantime, here’s an awkward little maple leaf to keep you going.

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