This Was So Sweet And Fluffy, A Perfect Little Way To End This Crappy Year. 

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.

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.

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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1) Thank goodness for Roman. I get a really bad feeling about trying to take out Bray. Backup is a very good plan.

2) Don’t be petty. That won’t fix anything.

3) Of course he’s nervous. He isn’t just risking himself, he’s risking the person he loves being in danger again.

4) Carman and Balor may think Finn is cheesy, but I think he’s sweet. That TLC line was adorable, if a bit cheesy.

5) Didn’t even pause to write during the whole ritual scene cause it was AMAZING. Like DAMN. Favorite part yet! I could see the whole thing in my mind with ease, cause you wrote it so damn well! Ugh, I could go on but I also really want to know what happens now.

6) I get why he’s mad, but Finn should at least partially understand her side, right? She did it to save him, just like he kept fighting Bray over and over for her.

7) Kitsune Kenny? Sounds badass.

8) Nooooo you can’t leave! Stay and work things out with Finn! You love each other for christ’s sake!

9) Definitely agree with Seth here. Fix your shit, Finn.

Devil In Me Part 6 | Finn Bálor

Title: Devil In Me Part 6 (Part 5)

Pairing: Finn Bálor/reader

Summary: “If it were up to me, I would’ve dug my fingertips into your stomach and harvested your heart from your very chest. Ripped whatever chance your precious Abigail ever had at seeing daylight right out of you.”

Word Count: 5,501 

Warning: Minor fight scene

A/N: This has more to do with plot than Finn’s relationship with the protagonist! Just letting you all know!!

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Ok I can’t remember if I reblogged any other parts of this series. Apologies if not cause holy sweet Jesus it’s such a good series! This part was so sweet and I couldn’t stop grinning, especially at the little dance. Also, I’m curious as fuck about whatever happened in Jasmine’s past that we don’t know yet (just like Matt) so I can’t wait to see where you go with this story!

No Other - Part Six

Title: No Other Characters: Nick Jackson x OFC Part: Six of ? Summary:  I don’t know the loneliness you’ve known. I don’t hear the frosty words echo inside. Word Count: 5,000 Warnings: n/a Playlist: Spotify

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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:

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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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Little shit dogs are the best sometimes. I love the depiction of working at a shelter, it’s fairly accurate, especially people getting upset that it costs money to get their dog back. Also, the fact that he sends videos instead of texts is fucking adorable. Thank you for writing/sharing this!

Lost

Fandom: WWE

Pairing: Seth Rollins/Female Reader

Rating: Holy shit M.

AN: First ever try at Seth, for the Thirst Party Saturday! It’s good to be back. Tagging @hardcorewwetrash, @tox-moxley (EVEN THOUGH YOU’RE OFF TO SEE THE HUSBANDS TODAY, YOU CHEEKY DEVIL YOU), @oraclegazes and @jazzytoosweet. Enjoy!

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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.

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Fake dating? At Christmas? Aw hell yeah. Also, sympathize way too much with Ivy. Being the single one in your group of friends isn’t fun. Everyone means well, but it just gets old super quick. Can’t wait to see if they get caught under mistletoe or any other shenanigans at the party!

Only for the Holidays

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 the whole way through Length: 2,221 words part ONE of THREE

author’s note: this is my first entry for the @12daysofchristmas​ challenge hosted by viv! this fic is split into three parts, the other parts will be posted on other days during the challenge!

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