1) SETH IS HERCULES OH MY GOD I LOVE IT. PLEASE TELL ME SOMEONE CALLS HIM HUNK-ULES.

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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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​ }.

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1) New kisses? Methinks someone finally got his head out of his ass about how he feels for a certain Wiccan.

2) Fucking Kevin 😂He’s such a little shit and I love it.

3) CARMAN’S BACK. And Finn being threatened is what brought her back. Interesting...

4) Balor laughing at Finn being turned on by Carman’s form is making me giggle more than it should.

5) So Balor and Carman can now hear in each others’ heads? Welp that may lead to some fun revelations.

6) Aw, crap. She’s gonna run isn’t she? She thinks she’s causing Finn to be in danger, so she’s just gonna remove herself from the equation. Dumb idea, girl. It has never worked successfully in a story (as far as I can remember)

7) Finn’s not gonna let her leave. Good.

8) Bahahahahaha, Balor is calling Finn OUT!

9) YAY THEY KISSED. But wait, are Balor and Carman basically spectating this whole time? That could become very awkward very quickly.

10) Alright, time to see the badass witch in action. I, for one, am very excited.

Devil In Me Part 5 | Finn Bálor

Title: Devil In Me Part 5 (Part 4)

Pairing: Finn Bálor/reader

Summary: “I always knew you were somethin’ special, but I never wanted t’ look too much into it until we got Bálor under control and I just care about you so much that I feel it consumin’ me sometimes.”

Word Count: 6,227 (THIS IS LONG AND I’M SORRY)

Warning: idk if there needs to be a warning… 

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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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AAAAAAAHHHHHH THIS WAS SO CUTE. I died when he talked about finding his name in the scene she was writing. I also died (for different reasons) when she followed kissing him with “I thought you were gay”. And such a knight in shining armor to save her from Randy’s creepy ass. Gah, so many of your stories are becoming favorites! Thanks for writing and sharing!

Writer’s Block | Finn Bálor

Title: Writer’s Block

Pairing: Finn Bálor/Reader

Summary: Writer’s block is a bitch if you don’t have the proper inspiration.

Word Count: 2,836

A/N: Sorry this is late you guys, I’ve had a tough weekend. I hope this is still worth the read.

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1) “I bet y’r gonna read ‘em all.” Oh, she’s one of us.

2) Whaaaat, Balor actually cares? Maybe the demon really does have a heart.

3) Is someone trying to take out all the wrestlers with gods/spirits/what have you? But why? And how do they know just how to take them all out?

4) Holy crap. If she can summon literal hellfire, Carman is one strong ass witch.

5) Roman, you mean well, but the last thing she needs right now os some kinda macho pissing contest between you and Balor. Just let him taker her back. Or even, just go with them so you can keep an eye on her.

6) UGH YEAH IT WOULD APPEAR TO BE A PATTERN IF SOMEONE IS STEALING YOU OUT OF YOUR BATHROOM.

7) Fucking Bray.

Devil In Me Part 3 | Finn Bálor

Title: Devil In Me, Part 3 (Part 2)

Pairing: Finn Bálor/Reader

Summary: “Oh, my dear, it’s honestly so futile to struggle.”

Word Count: 4,592

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A/N: Hey guys! I feel like my excerpts for this series are always going to be long. ALWAYS. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this!

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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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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.

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YAY POEMS! Also, this was so fucking sweet and tender I think I’m just a puddle. It read like a movie I would watch a hundred times, and that’s probably how many times I’ll read this fic. The tension after they got back from the karaoke bar was particularly delicious, I can’t even believe how much I loved it. 

Also, I saw your note about Never Enough. Glad to hear you’re still writing it! No pressure about it, though. There’s already so much other writing to reread and fall in love with all over again! 

Thanks for putting this series out where we can all read it!

Migraine Part 2 | Seth Rollins

Title: Migraine, Part 2 (Part 1)

Pairing: Seth Rollins/reader

Summary: Migraines can create poetry 

Word Count: 6,061

Warning: there is a sex scene, you’ve been warned ‘m sorry

A/N: It is I, your friendly neighborhood Fae! Posting an afternoon fic because I’ve been absent for awhile and wanted to give you guys a present! Thank you for being patient with me. I love you all ❤️

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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.