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Hey Medusa, are you still active and writing? Love your stories!!!

Yes I am still active! Classes have just been crazy for me these past few weeks since I only have about 4 more weeks left in the semester. If you have any requests don't hesitate to send them in. I promise I'll get to them soon-ish.

-Medusa

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Hi Medusa! If you’ve got time can I send a request? Fluffy fic where Reader and Baron Corbin have been crushing on each other for a while now, but neither can tell if the other person is flirting or just being friendly. Bonus if friends have a hand in them getting together. Thank you!!

Absolutely! I love this idea! I'll put it on my list to do! Cuddly Baron is the best Baron. -Medusa

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Hey awesome person can I send a request? #39 I wanna marry you with Jeff Hardy

Of course! I've been having some Jeff Hardy feels lately, glad I'm not the only one :)-Medusa

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114 and 115 with kyle o’reilly pls???

Absolutely!!! I'll put it on my list! -Medusa

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Can’t Watch- Jeff Hardy

It was Hell in a Cell, and of course Jeff was opening up the main pay per view against Randy Orton in the cell that gave this pay per view it’s name stake, and I was trying my best to watch it. I saw the card, so I knew that Jeff was scheduled to lose, but it was still brutal nonetheless. I fortunately didn’t have a match tonight, I was just scheduled to accompany Ronda to the ring, and then run interference, taking out Alicia and Mickie.

As soon as Randy brought out the screw driver I couldn’t continue to watch it. I knew that no one would seriously get hurt, but I still couldn’t focus on the screen. I jumped up to my feet, and walked away from the screen. “Y/N, where are you going?” Paige asked, as she saw me walking away from the screen.

“I can’t watch that.” I said, shaking my head. She gave me a sympathetic look, and nodded her head in understanding. She was one of the very few people who knew that we were together, having caught us multiple times being a little too close.

It’s not that we intentionally kept our relationship a secret… it just was never something that came out. We had no reason to tell people, both of us private people, not to mention there was a 14 year age difference between the two of us. Sure, most people wouldn’t say anything, but there’s always the select few that would cause problems, so we just decided to keep it a secret.

“I’ll let him know…” she said, catching my attention again.

“Thank you.” I said, giving her a grateful smile. I walked down the hallways shaking my head, trying to get those images out of my head. I knew dating someone in the business was tough, I mean, I knew Jeff nearly had a heart attack during every single one of my matches, since I was known for my high flying moves… one of the few girls who actually risked it.

I found his dressing room, and I made my way in. I sighed as I found a couch to lay down, and tucked my knees up, resting my cheek against my knees, as I just waited for the match to be over, and for him to get here.

Finally, the door opened, and my head shot up, and I breathed a sigh in relief when I saw that he was more or less in one piece. I jumped up to my feet, rushing over to him, and brought my hands up to his face. “Babe, I’m okay. I promise.” He said, sighing, but I just shushed him, and he let me give him a once over, knowing that I wouldn’t leave him alone until I saw that he was okay.

Finally, I was satisfied, and I let my hands travel down his neck, shoulders, and arms, coming to a rest on his hands. He sighed, and pulled me into his chest, keeping my hands pinned to my back, but I didn’t care, I just wanted to be close to him, and he was also probably keeping me from touching anywhere that was majorly sore. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t watch.” I said, shaking my head, my voice muffled by his chest.

“Doll, don’t worry about it… I figured that you wouldn’t be too pleased. I should have warned you about some of the things we were planning.” He told me, dropping my hands, letting me wrap my arms around his waist, as his hands trailed up and down my spine, as he walked us backwards to the couch.

“Wouldn’t have mattered… Still wouldn’t be able to watch.” I mumbled. He chuckled slightly, and just sat us down, pulling me into his lap.

“I’m okay, I promise. I would tell you if I wasn’t.” he reassured me, as he trailed his fingers through my hair gently, trying to get me to calm down and quit my worrying.

“You better.” I warned, rolling my eyes, and just laid there for a few more minutes, just embracing the fact that he was okay, knowing that something easily could have gone wrong, and that he could have gotten hurt really easily… especially with his shoulder, that he has told me countless times is completely fine. I just worry too much. “I love you.” I told him, looking up at him. He looked down at me, and gave me a bright smile.

“I know, I love you too.” He said, placing a gentle kiss on my forehead. He let me lay there for a few more minutes, before he gently made me move over so he could change before we went back out there.

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I was wondering if you would ever consider taking requests for NJPW?

At the current time I am not since I am unfamiliar with NJPW.

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You’re My Family- Bobby Roode

Request- Reader has been dating Bobby Roode for awhile and he wants to finally meet her parents, but she always avoids the conversation when it is brought up. She refuses to tell him, so he finds out from one of her close friends.

I’ve been with Bobby for a while now, and it’s been a wonderful ride, learning more about him than I even thought possible, however one of my pet peeves is how persistent he is. And how he doesn’t take no for an answer.

“Babe, come on, we’ve together for months now, I think it’s time I meet your parents.” Bobby said. I was in the kitchen, doing the dishes, and I just rolled my eyes at his statement, not bothering to respond. “c’mon don’t ignore me.” He urged.

“No.” I said, shrugging.

“Well, why not?” he asked.

My shoulders tightened on instinct, and I was glad he couldn’t see my face right this moment. “Just stop, Bobby.” I said, rolling my eyes once more, trying to prevent my jaw from tightening too much.

“No, Y/N, just tell me why.” He pleaded. I let out a huff, and I shut the water off, and harshly through my dish towel into the sink, and spun around, quickly leaving the room, ad brushing past Bobby.

“I said no, so drop it.” I called back, going back into my bedroom, and slamming the door behind me. Not two minutes later I heard the front door open and close, and I took a breath to calm myself. I always got worked up whenever he asked about meeting my parents… not because he was asking, no, it’s because he never took no for an answer, and wouldn’t drop it, no matter how many times I told him too.

Truth is… I was ashamed. Growing up my parents weren’t the best people… always fighting, arguing… I was always embarrassed to bring friends over, because they couldn’t get along for barely two minutes. I had no idea how they were still together. Eventually during my teen years, they started criticizing my every move… how I looked, how I dressed, who I hung out with… it never stopped.

To say the least it was an extremely rocky relationship. They wanted me to become a doctor like my father, but that’s not where my heart was. I wanted to be a writer or a photographer… Well they didn’t want to pay for my schooling if I wasn’t majoring in medical sciences… As soon as I left for college, that was that, only seeing them twice a year for the holidays and sending cards through the mail because I’m obligated as a daughter.

We were never close… and that’s why I don’t care to introduce Bobby to my parents… They have no interest in my personal life. When I had told them I had gotten my dream job, working with the WWE as one of their content producers, which is how I even met Bobby to begin with… they told me that I could have done better… not even interested in what I wanted. I just didn’t care to tell Bobby about them… because as far as I’m concerned they aren’t my real family… Bobby is. Our coworkers are my family.

 It wasn’t until later in the evening when Bobby came back home, knocking on the bedroom door, since I was still holed up inside, wrapped up in blankets. I haven’t moved much since he left earlier in the day after my temper tantrum. Bobby didn’t wait for me to respond, just walked right in, and I saw that he had a bouquet of flowers… of water lilies to be precise.

“What’s all this?” I whispered, reaching out. He gripped my hand, and sat on the end of the bed.

“I wanted to apologize.” He gently said.

“For what?” I asked, sighing.

“I talked to Natalya… knowing that she must know something.” He explained, gently tracing random patterns on the back of my hand, still holding those damned flowers.

“Yeah, what’d you find out?” I challenged him.

“She told me about everything about why you don’t want me to meet your parents… Love, why didn’t you tell me? If I’d had known why you were so bothered…” he said, shaking his head.

“I don’t know. It’s always been a hard thing for me to talk about or open up about… Ever since I was a teenager… it just became a habit for me to not talk about it.” I said, shrugging.

“Well you know what I think?” he asked, teasing.

“Hm?” I asked.

“I think you’re so strong, and you’re so talented, that you don’t need them. You’ve made your own family… One that cares, and loves you for you.” He said, giving me a warm smile.

“You’re my family.” I admitted. He grinned, causing me to blush.

“Well I sure hope so.” He teased me, wrapping a strong arm around me, putting all of my worries at ease, and I suddenly felt foolish for all of my doubts… and if possible I fell more in love with him by the second.

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If you’re not too busy can I request 111 from your prompt list with Jeff please.

Absolutely! I’ll put it on my list!

-Medusa

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Do you have a tag list or plan on making one? If so could I be tagging in any Jeff Hardy, Seth Rollins, Roman Reigns, Adam Cole, Bobby Roode, Drew McIntyre or AJ Styles requests when you publish/post them~?

I haven’t personally thought about it, but I’ll give it a try, but don’t worry if I suddenly stop doing it... It’s something that I’m just not used to doing.

-Medusa

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Dance All Night- Jeff Hardy

Request-  reader thinks she’s home alone so she plays her music loud and starts singing along. She notices Jeff watching her, so she get’s embarrassed.

I was home alone a lot, with Jeff on the road all of the time, so it became a habit of mine to naturally assume that I was home alone on Sunday afternoons, since Jeff usually had his flights Sunday mornings, because he said that traffic was wasn’t as bad, and he was less likely to miss his flight.

So when the house was quiet one Sunday afternoon, that was my normal assumption, so when I finally came downstairs wearing a lilac simple dress and my white vans, I assumed that he was gone like normal. I had some cleaning to do, before I went out for the day, so I connected my phone to the Bluetooth speakers, and put on my secret music playlist.

Jeff didn’t know that I enjoyed Y/F/G (your favorite genre). It’s not like I was ashamed of my music taste, but I know it’s something that Jeff doesn’t particularly like, and I have no problem with his music, so I never mentioned it.

The music crackled through the speakers, and my favorite song came on, and with a flourish, I danced around the house, as I swept, vacuumed, and mopped, singing along loudly and proudly. A noise behind me made me stop in my tracks. I immediately spun around with my hand on my chest, and I gasped when I saw Jeff leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, and him giving me a loving look. I blushed, and I fumbled with the mop, effectively dropping it in my embarrassment.

He used the remote, and turned down the volume. “Why are you so embarrassed?” Jeff asked, reaching out to me, and spinning me to his chest.

“I didn’t know you were still here.” I said, resting my hands against his chest, looking up at him.

“I’m on smackdown, now, lovely, I still have to be there for Raw tomorrow, but I don’t have to be there so early. You know I always wake you before I leave.” He said nudging my head to the side. “You have a beautiful voice.” He complimented. I blushed, and ducked my head. “Everything about you is beautiful. Don’t be embarrassed.” He said, spinning me out from his chest, causing my skirt to flare up. He kept his grip on my hand, as my arm was fully extended, before drawing me back to his chest.

“Baby, let’s just dance all night.” Jeff said, spinning me around once more, as he quoted the song that was currently playing. I giggled, and just let him twirl me around, enjoying the extra time I had with my loving boyfriend.

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Hi! Could I request a Fluffy Roman Reigns & reader girlfriend for Prompts 1, 4 & 5 from the 2nd Prompt List (the list that has 100+ prompts on it). Thanks! 💘

Absolutely! I’m so glad someone else also loves Roman! (Plus I could totally imagine his hair being silky soft)

-Medusa

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Fluffy Seth Rollins & Reader GF for numbers 3 & 7 from the Dialog Prompt List~.

Absolutely! I could totally seeing this request for Seth! He’s such a goofball. I mean have you seen him on Up Up Down Down. Am’i’right?

-Medusa

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19. “Mmm.. you’re warm.” with Triple H?

Absolutely! I put it on my list!

-Medusa

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Reconnect- Dean Ambrose

Request-  Dean and the reader were best friends and high school sweethearts, but they lost contact when he left for his career. Renee helps the two of you gain closure and become friends again, even though Dean is married to her.

When my friend from college, Renee, told me she was getting married to a man named Dean, I said good for her, and just thought back to a man that I once knew back in high school, seemingly a lifetime ago. We were high school sweethearts, with us only parting for him to leave for his career. I couldn’t tell him no, because before we were even dated… we were best friends.

Over the years we lost touch. Obviously, I wasn’t still heartbroken over him. We broke up a decade ago, but I still miss my best friend. Sometimes I think back to the nights when my mom drank a little too much, or my dad stayed out a little too late, and he was always there. He was there when I fought with my body image issues, and I could only think to imagine that he would have been there when I fought with addiction as well. (I am finally clean, I’ve been sober for two years now).

Of course, I was completely shocked to find out that my Dean was her Dean. It really was a small world after all. I had brought up that Dean and I were friends in high school and even dated at one time. We joked about his bad habits, that he still must have had, and I could tell the gears were turning.

“Y/N come on, I’m in town, you have to come out.” Renee pleaded through the phone.

“Ren, as much as I would like to, I have an article to write and interviews to transcribe.” I told her. “Plus it’s really not a good idea for me to go out to any bars.” I said, rolling my eyes.

“We’re at the one on Lawford. The one with the outdoor patio, so you won’t be around everyone drinking.” She reassured.

“Ren, no, go have fun. You don’t have to accommodate me.” I scolded her.

“Please, Y/N? It’s no bother really.” She said.

“Fine. I’ll meet you in thirty.” I said, rolling my eyes. I knew what she was doing. She was trying to get me to meet Dean all over again. I was nervous, and tried to use the bar as an excuse… even though I actually had no problem with alcohol. I had a problem with pills. I closed my laptop, dropping my phone on the table before heading back into my bedroom so I could change.

I didn’t dress to casual, but nothing too fancy either. I pulled on a pair of black shorts, and a white shirt that cut off at my elbows, that I paired with a black vest. The outfit showed off my tattoos that I didn’t always get to show off because of work. I pulled on a pair of red vans, then combed through my hair. I wiped my face clean of makeup, deciding not to wear any, before I grabbed my bag, and shoved my wallet and phone inside, before heading out, locking up my townhouse as I went.

Lawford was only a few blocks away from my house, so I decided to walk, and I easily spotted Renee out on the patio. I showed the bouncer my ID, before I walked over to her. “Oh my god you’re actually here!” she cheered, standing up, and giving me a hug. “You look good, you really do. I’m proud of you.” She said.

“Thank you, so do you.” I said, smiling, and taking a seat. “Ren, are you sure you want to do this?” I asked her.

“Of course, Y/N. You guys were best friends. You helped him through a lot, and I know he helped you.” She said.

“This is all really thoughtful, Renee.” I said, giving her a genuine smile.

“Well, what else can I do? You were one of the very few people who didn’t look at me like I was crazy. You pushed me to do what I wanted with the WWE, never once did you tell me that I couldn’t do it. I owe you that.” She said.

“Oh, don’t get so sappy on me, Ren. Pretty sure I was high most of college.” I said, shrugging. She stared blankly at me, and I just shrugged.

“I still appreciate it.” She said.

“So where is everyone?” I asked.

“Dean is inside with the guys getting drinks. I told him to get you a water.” She said.

“Thanks, even though technically I don’t have an issue with alcohol.” I said. She laughed, and nodded her head.

“I am more than aware of that, Y/N.” she said, laughing. I rolled my eyes at her, and I stiffened when the door opened, and outpoured quite a few guys, along with Dean. I nervously bit my lip, and fought back the urge to flee, even though we have talked on the phone a couple of times the past few weeks.

Everyone sat down around us, and Renee introduced me to everyone. I waved slightly, and gave everyone a kind smile. Once the interest of me wore off, everyone split off into their own conversations, and Dean and Renee caught my attention. “So, Y/N, um, Renee told me about that you majored in journalism?” Dean asked.

“Hm, yeah. I work for various magazines as a contract writer. I do interviews stuff like that. Particularly about places where I’ve traveled.” I said, shrugging.

“You travel a lot?” he asked.

“Yeah, my main job, I’m a motivational speaker.” I said, biting my lip.

“Oh, that’s neat, what do you talk about?” he asked.

I cleared my throat, and shifted uncomfortably in my seat. “Um, about drug addiction. My personal experience, where to find help, how to get help, and help others.” I said, awkwardly. I felt someone’s eyes on me, and I looked up to see someone with longish hair, and neck tattoos giving me a curious look.

“How long have you been sober?” Dean asked, drawing my attention back to him.

“Officially without relapses 2 years. It’s something that I struggled with since college.” I told him.

“If I’d had known-“ he tried, but I held up my hand.

“No, D, no. There’s nothing you could have done to help. For the longest time, I thought that you would be a magic fix, but that was a foolish assumption. I had to want it. I had to want to be in control of my life again.” I told him.

“But you’re okay though, right?” he asked.

“Okay is a subjective term, but yes. I’m okay. It’s been hard to adjust, but I’m fine now. I’m a well adjusted individual.” I joked, shaking my head.

“Well. You would be pleased to know that I haven’t done any matches with broken glass lately.” Dean joked, obviously sensing my discomfort with the current topic.

“Thank you for that.” Renee grumbled. I laughed at that. “I don’t know how you did it, Y/N.” she said, laughing.

“With difficulty. But hey, I learned how to give someone stitches, so if you ever need some let me know.” I teased, winking.

“That’s not… That’s not a skill that you should be proud of.” Renee joked, shaking her head.

“In her defense, her’s are even. Mine aren’t.” Dean teased.

“Idiots. The both of you, I swear.” Renee teased us.

“Eh, we’ve been called worse.” I said, laughing. Dean cracked up at this, and shook his head.

We spent the night telling Renee our insane stories about traveling around together and all of our adventures together, while Renee and I told Dean about our adventures in college. They told me some of their own travel stories, and I told them mine.

I have my best friend back, and I couldn’t be happier.

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prompts for writing

feel free to use any of these! 

send in requests!

1. “Your hair is so soft..” 

2. “It’s too cold! Come back!”

3. “No, I’m not letting you go. It’s too early to get out of bed.”

4. “C’mere, you can sit in my lap until I’m done working.”

5. “I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”

6. “Shh, you’re safe. I won’t let you go.”

7. “What? does that feel good?”

8. “Just pretend to be my date.”

9. “He/She did it.” “No he/she did.”

10. “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

11. “It’s not a double date. We’re just third and fourth wheeling.”

12. “No no–it’s alright, come here.”

13. “I’m not going to leave you. You’re never going to have to suffer by yourself again, I promise.”

14. “Look, I know we don’t know each other that well, but I’m still worried about you. No one deserves to be alone.”

15. “If I could, I would kiss away all of your scars.”

16. “I think I might be falling in love with you.”

17. “Your lips are so soft. I could kiss them all day.”

18. “It’s not bad to cry. In fact, I think it makes a person stronger.”

19. “Mmm.. you’re warm.”

20. “You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this..”

21. “I’ve had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with..”

22. “No, you can’t get up! You’re my prisoner for today.”

23. “Shh, it was just a bad dream. Just a dream, okay? None of it was really.”

24. “You know I’m/we’re always here for you, right?”

25. “Please talk to me about it.”

26. “You have something in you hair.. um–do you want me to get it out?”

27. “I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror..”

28. “I would’ve had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm and I didn’t want to wake you.”

29. “I know I’ve kissed you like, ten times, but just like another ten, please.”

30. “Are you wearing my shirt?“

31. “Wanna, like–I mean, if you’re not busy.. We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?”

32. “So I was driving past a pet store and couldn’t help but wonder how cute an animal would be like in our home..”

33. “Let’s just stay in bed.”

34. “We live together. You can’t blame this on anyone else.”

35. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”

36. “Shooting star. Make a wish.“ 

37. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

38. “Wow, you’re hot.“

39. “I want to marry you.”

40. “I want to take a shower so you should probably join me. It’ll save water.”

41. “You’re just not the same anymore..”

42. “It’s midnight! Where the hell were you?”

43. “What the hell is your problem?!”

44. “Why do you run away from your problems all the time?”

45. “You can’t keep it all inside, you know? Bottling it up won’t do any good.”

46. “Hey, I know you’re hurting.. but, you’re not alone, okay?”

47. “I hate you! I’m sorry it took me so damn long to realize that.”

48. “You lost your chance.”

49. “I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression.”

50. “You can’t just lose your temper like this every time you get a bit upset!”

51. “Calm down! You’re scaring me!”

52. “Don’t look at me like that.”

53. “Were you ever going to tell me?”

54. “I’m done trying to help you!” 

55. “Sorry doesn’t fix everything.”

56. “You didn’t call. You didn’t text. Nothing.”

57. “It isn’t up for debate.”

58. “I don’t know what’s wrong, okay? I’m just… really tired.”

59. “I’m fine. Stop asking.”

60. “I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s wrong, and don’t try lying to me.”

61. “I hope someday you get a taste of your own medicine.”

62. “Pack your shit and go. Get the fuck out of my sight!”

63. “Is this how little you think of me?”

64. “I can’t do this anymore.. not with you.”

65. “Are you happy now? Huh? DOES THIS MAKE YOU HAPPY?!”

66. “You said you’d always be there for me… so how did this happened? Why weren’t you there?”

67. “Did it ever occur to you that you’re hurting me too?”

68. “I don’t need help! I just want the pain to stop!”

69. “We can be friends instead.”

70. “I tried to move on, but nobody is you.”

71. “Do I look like I’ve moved on?”

72. “I don’t remember a fight or a reason, so what happened? Why did we break up?”

73. “Can I at least buy you a coffee? For old times sake.”

74. “I can’t take the loneliness anymore.”

75. “What are you talking about? You’re married!”

76. “I feels like everyone just forgot I exist.”

77. “Maybe I’m meant to be alone.”

78. “I gave you your chance, and you just used it to stab me in the back.”

79. “I’ve been alone for so long..”

80. “But you promised..”

81. “Isn’t this, like, illegal?” “Probably.”

82. “You’re really drunk right now. I don’t think you’re gonna remember any of this.”“No, I’m not drunk at all. You’re just blurry.”

83. “I have a feeling we should kiss.”“Is that a good feeling or a bad feeling?” 

84. “Yeah, well, I shut everybody out. Don’t take it personally. It’s just easier.”

85. “You’re jealous, aren’t you?” “I’m not jealous.”

86. “Were you ever going to tell me?”

87. “I can’t believe you dragged me into this.”

88. “Bite me.” “Eat me.” “Kiss my ass.”

89. “You think I’m dumb enough to fall for that stupid move?”

90. “You have to tell me why were committing a felony before we do it. Not that that’s going to stop us, but at least I’ll have all the facts.”

91. “You weren’t supposed to laugh! I’m so embarrassed!”

92. “I vote today be a pajama day.”

93. “You aren’t supposed to laugh! I’m embarrassed!”

94. “It’s a real shame nobody asked for your opinion.”

95. “There’s been some real friction in our friend group lately. I suggest an orgy to save our friendship.”

96. “I saw that. You just checked me out.”

97. “Are you stupid or stupid?”

98. “How about you make me?”

99. “Do it. I dare you.”

100. “Rise and shine, motherfucker.”

101. “Well fuck me!" 

102. "Are you… Drunk?" 

103. "Walk it off." 

104. "Did you just go throw up?" 

105. "Could you turn it down? A bit? Maybe?" 

106. "Don’t drink that! I saw that guy slip something in there!" 

107. "Get out of here! This is my hiding spot!" 

108. "Quick, pretend your talking to me." 

109. "Could you hold my hand?" 

110. "You’re hiding under that blanket because you’re blushing?" 

111. "Can I kiss you?" 

112. "Quit looking at me with that stupid expression. You’re pissing me off." 

113. “ …Why? Why are you being… so nice to me? I can’t understand. I can’t understand! I just can’t understand… “ 

114. "Don’t you think you’re a little too old to be using cheesy pick up lines?" 

115. "You’re the perfect combination of sexy and cute." 

116. "You know I’ll kill him if he hurts you." 

117. "Can we please pretend I never said that?" 

118. "Forget the douche. He’s a dick. He’s a dickdouche." 

119. "You guys are yelling and I want ice cream!" 

120. "How ‘bout you stick it up your ass instead?" 

121. ”“Punched” is one word, “Fisted” is another.“ 

122. "Please! Leave me alone!" 

123. "It’s too late for you to be out by yourself." 

124. "You seem like a friendly face, mind if I sit with you?" 

125. "You made me this way." 

126. "I think about you all the time, it’s freaking annoying." 

127. "Bill Nye couldn’t even help you." 

128. "You left your shirt at my house. It’s mine now." 

129. "I just wanted to hear your voice." 

130. "I saw a shooting star and I thought of you.”

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Dialogue Prompts

1. “I love you, okay? I’m here for you.”

2. “Don’t worry, that’s what friends are for.”

3. “You do realize that I’ll throw something at you if you eat the last cookie, right?”

4. “I know it’s a lot to ask, but…”

5. “I wish you could tell me what’s going on. I want to help.”

6. “It’s okay. Everything’s going to be okay. Just breathe.”

7. “I hate you. I really do.”

8. “Forever. That’s what we said, right? Friends for life?”

9. “We have to do this. We don’t have a choice.”

10. “I don’t regret this. But if I could do things differently, if I could avoid hurting you, I would.”

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Requested Imagines

Here is the list of current requested Imagines! I’ll be sure to update this list as much as possible.

Please note that I have simplified the requests, and altered some of them slightly. But please continue to send in your requests!!

Adam Cole wants to do something special for the reader, so he makes her a strawberry shortcake, but she is allergic to strawberries, so they make something else together. 

“Mmm... you’re warm.” with Triple H.

“You know I’ll have to throw something at you if you eat the last cookie, right?” & “I hate you. I really do.” with Seth Rollins.

“You’re hair is so soft,” &  “C’mere, you can sit in my lap until I’m done working.” & “ “I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.” with Roman Reigns.

“Can I kiss you?” with Jeff Hardy.