#matt hardy fics

[haddonfieldwhore]

best friend - jeff hardy

2001! jeff hardy x gn!reader

word count: 1.2k

warnings: mentions of (scripted) violence?, reader is younger than matt and jeff, best friends to lovers trope

you watched from ringside with wide eyes as your best friend of 10 years, jeff hardy, walked across the top of multiple ladders in the centre of the ring, before toppling to the canvas below, somehow landing on his feet. you breathed a sigh of relief, but your rapid heart rate didn’t let up as the match continued on. splintered tables and steel ladders littered the ground surrounding the ring, along with the barely moving bodies of the other tag teams. you felt like a spectator in your own body, like you weren’t really there, as you watched the 6 men toss eachother around for what felt like hours. jeff climbed back up the ladder and got a hold of the belts, before the ladder was pulled from under his feet, leaving him dangling high above the ring.

positioning another ladder in the center of the ring, edge climbed nearly to the top before spearing jeff mid-air, the two men plummeting to the mat below before laying there motionless. you had to physically held back from jumping into the ring to make sure he was okay, and if you weren’t panicked out of your mind you would have mentally thanked the official for not allowing you to interfere, or worse, throw the match. lita, one of your closest friends and also the girlfriend of jeff’s older brother matt, rubbed your back reassuringly, but you knew she was just as worried as you were. for the remainder of the match, you clutched the apron so hard your knuckles turned white, until finally christian grabbed the belt, ending the match.

as soon as you heard the bell, you slid under the bottom rope, immediately checking on jeff to make sure he was okay. he mumbled almost inaudibly that he was alright, as your hands frantically but gently checked him for signs of injury, before he began to sit up. jeff winced, holding his ribs as he got himself to a sitting position, letting you pull him into your arms in a hug filled with relief.

“are you okay?” you asked desperately, as jeff returned the hug, placing a kiss on the top of your head before you pulled away, cradling his face in your hands, his long red hair dripping with sweat as your brushed it aside.

“i’m okay, i promise,” he assured you, his southern accent peeking through as he spoke. you tilted his head to the side to kiss his cheek, and steadied him as he tried to stand, grateful to have you as a crutch for balance.

•

a few hours later, jeff had been checked over by the medical team and deemed fine, miraculously having sustained no serious injuries during what was sure to become a historic match for the ages. you were curled up next to him on the couch in the hardyz dressing room, waiting for it to be time to head to the next venue. your head rested on jeff’s chest, tangled in each others arms and you slept soundly. jeff’s attention was drawn to the sound of the door opening, and he placed a finger to his lips, signalling to his older brother to be quiet. matt obliged as he silently sat in a chair across from jeff, who’s tattooed fingers absentmindedly traced little patterns onto your back.

“you’d think we’d be the ones sleepin after that match,” matt joked, and jeff smiled down at you. “i guess it takes a lotta energy to worry about your dumbass all the time.”

“ain’t just me, you’re out there jumping off ladders an shit too,” jeff laughed, but his eyebrows furrowed together slightly.

“yeah, but you’re the one they haven’t let go of since the match ended. doctors could barely examine you they were clingin’ on to ya so tight,” matt teased, and jeff was worried you’d woken up as you made a small noise, but only snuggled closer to him and continued sleeping. “jesus jeff, quit droolin,” matt laughed. the younger hardy looked up at his older brother, unable to wipe the smile off his face.

“man, is it that obvious?” he asked sheepishly.

“jeff, i’m your brother; of course it’s obvious to me,” matt said. “but it’s pretty obvious that kid’s in love with you too.” jeff held you a little tighter, and you mumbled slightly as you awoke, eyes opening slowly as they adjusted to the light.

“hey sleepyhead,” jeff smiled, and your heart skipped a beat when you realized where you were. it was a common occurrence for you and jeff to wind up tangled on the couch on asleep on each other shoulders in the backseat driving from show to show, but it still have you butterflies every time you woke up in his arms.

“hey- is it time to go?” you asked, sitting up slightly to jeff’s disappointment as he let you out of his grip. he was relieved when you stayed close beside him however, keeping yourself tucked under his arm.

“not yet. y’all want anything from catering? i’m gonna grab a bite,” matt offered, and you turned your attention to him, only now realizing that he was in the room.

“no, thank you,” you replied as he stood to leave, jeff shaking his head as he also wasn’t interested.

“suit yourselves. be back in a bit.” he tapped jeff on the shoulder as he passed by, the sound of the door confirming that he had in fact left the dressing room.

“tired?” jeff asked, and you nodded, snuggling back into his chest, and cussing him to laugh as he tightened his arms around you again.

“are you sure you’re okay? that spot was insane,” you asked, looking him in the face and searching his eyes for any sign of hesitation. jeff leaned forward and kissed the end of your nose, and you felt heat rising to your cheeks as he replied.

“i’m okay, i swear. it coulda been a lot worse than it was,” he said, and you nodded, finally accepting his answer.

“okay. promise me you’ll be careful though?”

“how long have we been best friends? shouldnt you know by now that’s not in my nature?” he teased, pinching your side by your ribs, sending both of you into a fit of laughter

“alright alright! please stop!” you begged, laughing all the while until jeff finally stopped pinching and tickling your sides, smiling at you. “what? why are you looking at me like that?” you asked, your stomach doing a flip as jeff’s hand grabbed the back of your head softly and pulled your face down until your lips met his. the kiss was soft and sweet, but full of all the love you had both bottled up for years. you pulled away in shock, staring into jeff’s hazel-green eyes.

“i’m sorry, i..i should’ve asked-“ he stuttered nervously.

“so ask me,” you interrupted, and his eyebrows raised in surprise before he cleared his throat.

“can i kiss you?” he asked sincerely, and you nodded in response, jeff crashing his lips onto yours immediately after receiving your permission. it felt as if the weight of a thousand bricks had lifted off of your shoulders; of course you had always loved jeff. how could you not?

pulling away, he placed one more soft kiss on your lips before doing. the same to your nose and forehead, and pulling you into his lap, your head resting in the crook of his neck.

“i love you,” he muttered into your hair, and you smiled, breathing in the scent of his freshly washed hair and the cologne that lingered on his skin.

“i love you more.”

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Peterfel having their respective bachelor/bachelorette parties on the same night.

Felicia and her friends go out for a nice dinner, club for a little, then have a wine night and hang out.

Peter and his friends try to have a fun night on the town but its mostly spent fighting villains. Johnny’s blown up six different Kia Souls, chunks of Wade are floating down the Hudson, Miles wasn’t even supposed to be there in the first place, and Matt is so sick of everyone’s shit.

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Can I have prompts 15, 34, and 69 with early 2000's Edge plss where she is scared to be in love with them because of trust issues but sweet smut unfolds as they let the feelings out between them?

15: “I’m so scared…of you”

34: “shh it’s okay, I’m here now”

69: having your first time in bed with each other

Tag: @judgementdaysunshine

Word count: 2058

Warnings: mild swearing

Fic type: fluff and smut

Link to masterlist

Reader will be a wrestler, 2001. Will use Adam’s name. Feels silly saying Edge in this context. Christian will just be called Christian as using his real name doesn’t feel right for fics!

Being at large events was always difficult for you. Even if you did know most of the people there. You were still relatively new, only having been there for about three years about the same time as your friends, Adam and Christian. The three of you didn’t go in together. You had met them on your first day actually and hit it off with them immediately. They always had your back both within matches, and backstage. Being quiet made you an easy target for certain wrestlers to pick on you; they’d pull pranks (sometimes cruel ones) on you, be rough with you in the ring. It wasn’t the best time to be a wrestler but you weren’t about to quit. Plus, the two boys would back you up and protect you as much as possible, alongside two other friends, Jeff and Matt Hardy.

The event in question was an after party, following a successful episode of Smackdown. You hung around Adam and Christian who were talking with Kurt Angle and a few others, sticking closely to Adam’s side, while they chatted with other wrestlers. It wasn’t something you admitted to anyone just yet, but you had found yourself with feelings for Adam. There was something about how protective he was over you that just made your heart swoon and your body feel so…safe? Was that the feeling? It was hard to come to terms with how you felt. So many times had you been let down or betrayed by your previous partner that you didn’t know if you could go through with another relationship again. He had broken you in more ways than you’d let on to anyone. The idea of dedicating yourself to someone or letting someone into your heart terrified you.

“We should probably get going!” Adam nudged you, hoping you’d agree. He was enjoying the socialisation but in reality, he felt more comfortable in the idea of heading back to the hotel room you two shared. Saving as much money as possible was at the top of both of your lists so you had agreed to share with him. Tonight would be your first night alone with him, and a big part of you was scared. You nodded, agreeing that it was time.

“I’m going to stay a bit longer,” Christian said, giving you both a quick hug, “but I’ll see you guys later on!”

Exchanging goodbyes with the group, you both headed out to the car park to get a taxi back. Adam left the keys with Christian so he could drive back.

“I think…I might just shower and then sleep when we get back.” You told Adam in the car, sitting a seat away from him in the back, leaving the middle seat free.

“Oh. I was thinking we could watch a film but…yeah sure, if you’re tired, do what you like!” He replied, smiling weakly.

It was a strange response, you had thought. A part of you thought that maybe he was hoping for something more but you didn’t want to jump to conclusions. The rest of the ride was quiet, relaxed. Watching him from the corner of your eye, you made a mental note of the outline of his face from the side. There was no denying that he was gorgeous. With the way his long hair framed his face, the little point at the end of his nose. And his body! His arms were strong yet soft to the touch, very welcoming. Perhaps that’s why she always felt so safe? It definitely was his kindness that helped too. You didn’t realise that you had turned your head to get a better look at him, staring with a sparkle in your eyes. He turned to look at you with a smile and pink cheeks, winking slightly. You quickly looked away in embarrassment of being caught staring, hearing him chuckle at your reaction.

After arriving at the hotel, you both made your way up to the room and you rushed in the bathroom to get to the shower to wash away the naughty thoughts that began to cloud your mind. You got undressed with haste and stood under the warm running water, trying to clear your mind. It was getting harder to hide your feelings and anxiety built up in your chest over that fact. You were terrified of a repeat of last time. Deep down you knew he was different but still. What if he secretly was a terrible man? What if he was secretly just as horrible but was fantastic at hiding it? The thought was too horrible to imagine so you tried to ignore it, washing your body and your hair, imagining you were scrubbing that idea away.

Not spending long in there, you dried off and climbed into clothes that you had left folded in there before you left, ready for your evening shower. You looked into the mirror and took a deep breath, calming yourself so Adam wouldn’t ask any questions. You left the bathroom and made your way over to the desk where your hairdryer was ready for you. Except it wasn’t just that there waiting. Adam stood, holding your brush and motioning for you to sit down.

“I know you’re tired but I can…do this for you if you like?” He smiled sheepishly.

Returning the smile, you sat down in front of him. As he began you felt your cheeks and your body become warm with appreciation, the naughty thoughts coming back. He was so concentrated on making sure your hair was fully dry and brushed that he didn’t even notice you staring this time. After about 15 to 20 minutes, he shut the dryer off, just pulling the brush gently through your smooth and shiny hair.

“Can I ask you a question?” He asked, finally looking up at the mirror to make eye contact with you. Adam noticed the nervous look that suddenly crossed your face, and he took a second to squeeze your shoulder to assure you that it was okay. Swallowing hard, you nodded.

“Um…are we just…friends? Or is there something else that you want to try?” He asked, his voice quiet and soft. You felt your throat run dry as the words settled in your brain. He decided to continue on with something that probably shouldn’t have shocked you all that much but it still did regardless.

“Because I don’t know about you but…I definitely have. Feelings. For you.”

You didn’t know what to say. Well, you did, but you were scared of saying it. Your silence scared Adam as he stood there still looking at you, waiting for you to just say something. Anything.

It felt like an eternity before you opened your mouth to speak to him.

“Adam…I’m not going to lie to you because I appreciate you and…what you do for me.” You started with a deep breath. It wasn’t fair to lie to him on how you felt nor was it fair to not tell him why you were afraid of it.

“I’m so scared…of you-“

“Of me? Why?” He interrupted, the shock breaking his heart in two.

“Let me finish, please.” You begged.

He became silent, placing both hands on your shoulders, letting he brush fall to the floor with a dull thud.

“It’s not…really you. It’s the idea of you, and liking you. I want to let you in but I’m scared of what will happen if I do. The last person I let into my heart treated me terribly. I know you’re not that guy but I don’t know if I can let myself trust someone again. I am so terrified that…it will happen again.”

You felt the tears well up in your eyes, sliding down your cheeks rapidly. Just admitting why you were afraid of love somehow felt worse than keeping it secret. It was the shame of talking about it out loud, and now crying about it. Let alone someone who had just admitted they had feelings for you!

You felt his arms wrap around your shoulders and his cheek rest on the crown of your head, Adam gently whispering ‘shhh’.

“I’m sorry,” you choked out, “I-I know I’m a mess right now and this isn’t what you want to see and I’m sorry I-“

“Shh it’s okay, I’m here now.” He muttered, rocking you side to side.

“I don’t know exactly what happened before in your last relationship,” he gently pulled on your arm to turn you around on the chair to face him, “but I am not him, okay? I need you to understand that. I can love you so much more. In the way you deserve. You just need to let me in to do that.”

He cupped your face, wiping tears away with his thumbs. You both stayed there, gazing into each other's eyes for god knows how long before you both leant towards each other to share a kiss. When your lips met in the middle, your body rushed with tingles as the familiar sensation came back. You hadn’t realised how much you missed kissing!

It wasn’t long before you were standing up in his arms as he led you to the bed, lips still interlocked as you both removed each other's clothes. You both mumbled sweet nothings into each other's soft lips as he pulled your legs apart, aligning himself with your wet and ready entrance.

“Are you ready, baby girl?” He asked, stopping to look at you. You nodded, throwing your arms around his neck as he slowly slid in, keeping his eyes on your face the entire time.

“Tell me if it hurts or if it’s too much. We can stop if you need it.” He reassured, kissing your cheek once he was all the way in. Adam stayed unmoving for a moment to allow you to get used to the feeling of him inside you, not wanting you to be in pain. After signalling to him that it was okay, he began to thrust, being slow and gentle. He buried his face in your neck as the pleasure and your warmth took over his body.

“Faster, please!” You called out to him, gripping his shoulders as the feeling of pleasure overtook your body. Adam picked up the pace while still not hitting too hard, groaning against your skin.

“You’re so gorgeous,” He muttered, littering your skin with small wet kisses as his hands caressed your soft body, “God, I’m so glad I told you…how I feel.”

Just hearing him speak those words sent your heart flying. You had completely forgotten what it felt like to be praised in this way. And to have it from Adam just made it that much sweeter. Already you felt yourself getting close to the finish line, him following behind closely. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you moaned out his name as you drew closer and closer.

“Let it out for me, baby.” He whispered, his lips just barely ghosting the skin of your ear. You gasped as your orgasm hit, Adam holding on to you tight as he continued on with whispering encouraging words of love to you while you rode it out. As you came down, he muttered a quick ‘oh fuck’ before pulling out, cumming on your stomach with a grunt. After finishing, he leant down to give you another kiss before getting up to grab tissues to clean you up.

“Sorry, I didn’t want to…you know…do it inside of you.” He smiled sheepishly, his body pink from the afterglow of sex. You smiled and told him that it was okay, you didn’t mind too much. Once he got you cleaned up, he crawled into the bed next to you and pulled you in for a cuddle.

“I meant what I said earlier, you know.” He said, turned your head to look at him. It had finally set in that Adam just wanted to love you in every way possible. It was still hard to believe that you could be loved that way after before, but you were willing to let him try. Smiling wider, you both shared another kiss, already becoming obsessed with the way you both tasted.

“Let’s give it a try. See where it goes. I…I think I’m ready for you to show me what it’s like to be appreciated again.”

[slutouttanowhere]

Pairing: Jeff Hardy x Leona French™️

Warnings: Randy being a dickhead, use of the insult “freak”

Word count: 5k

A/N: this will be the first installment of my nostalgia WWE fics, for me that would be early 2000s Ruthless Aggression Era. I’ve always been a fan of Jeff Hardy, and growing up I never knew how bad his “demons” were until recently. Don’t worry though these fics will have none of that, I think the man has experienced enough angst in real life I don’t plan on including any of it here. This fic references Beyoncé’s Freakum Dress, any and all lyrics used belongs to said artist. Leona French is my black!oc, her character bio is linked to my pinned post. Hope you all enjoy this silly goofy one shot, leave a like and reblog, follow me ✨

Monday Night Raw 2004

It wasn’t until we were walking through the arena doors that I had second thoughts about tonight. It’s not uncommon for my cousin to talk me into things. Probably why our parents didn’t want us hanging out a lot. “Lita, are you sure about this? I mean I’m not a wrestler, what if they throw food at me?” I turned to her, we walked side by side with our arms linked, but it was more so me holding onto her so I wouldn’t tremble out of my skin. 

“Yes, trust me. All the WWE wants right now, are hot girls that can dance and put on a little show in between segments. And if someone throws something at you, it better be flowers or I’m gonna whoop their ass.” She reassured me for what felt like the fifth time in a row, the hallways were lined with WWE talent, some of them waving to Lita as we went. A few of the women’s eyes lingered on me, scrutiny settled deep in their gazes. I’m used to the heat of female competition, but this was something else. 

My first Monday Night Raw as an “employee,” I usually only showed up as a fan in the crowd when Lita could get me tickets. I’m supposed to be practicing for my audition with the ballet company, yet here I am half naked about to show my ass for the world. I can only pray my parents aren’t watching. Soon we come to a stop near the end of a deserted hall, two guys who I recognize as Lita’s boyfriend Matt, and his older brother Jeff. 

They were dressed similarly as usual, though Jeff’s clothes were more cut up than his younger brothers. His fishnet top was cut so the bottom of the shirt stopped just below his belly button, leaving his lower stomach, and v-line exposed. His arm sleeves coordinated with their all black theme, and were cut up as well. I always admired their edgy style, especially Lita. I knew she got a lot of heat for dressing the way she dressed, in combination with being a hardcore female wrestler. 

“Matt, Jeff, you’ve met my cousin Leona before haven’t you?” Lita reintroduced me to her friends, for a moment I felt stupid, because why would they care to remember who I was just because Lita and I were related. I chewed my bottom lip nervously, catching Jeff’s attention. 

He laughed sheepishly, “might have been concussed that night if I’m being honest.” He smiled playfully, he was a lot sweeter than what one might think, despite all his tattoos, and multi colored hair, from what I’ve observed. He’s diffident, and mostly to himself, not the misfit you’d think he was. The pictures in the magazines didn’t do him justice either, his eyes were greener in person, and has a much taller build. 

“Me too.” I joked, Lita, and I all chuckled, though Jeff and Matt seemed confused by this. Now it was my turn to feel embarrassed.

I stumbled over my words at first. “I used to be a cheerleader all through high school, you’re not the only high flier around her bucko.” My lips curled into a tiny grin, Lita bumped my shoulder scoffing. Matt hummed in response, he folded his arms across his chest, and a tiny smile on his lips as he listened. 

“Captain of the cheer squad, four time national champion.” Lita gloated, she looked at me proudly, hands in her hips, and chest puffed out. 

“That right? So I guess that means I’ll be seeing you hit a Swanton Bomb tonight?” Matt suggested half heartedly, a humorous expression etched across his face. 

“Four time national champion, we’ll be expecting you to jump off the titantron.” Jeff said quietly, one hand over his chin, his index finger pressed to his bottom lip, he grinned watching the look of horror on my face. I could never be half the daredevil he was, and there’s nothing in the world that would make me want to try. 

He held my gaze, and I’ll admit I felt a little shy around him, it’s not like his poster isn’t on my dorm wall or anything. I for damn sure never expected to be talking to him this long. “Hell no, I’ll leave that to the stuntmen, besides this was just a one off.” I shrugged, I tried my best to be humble despite my talent. I loved being a performer, but I didn’t like the attention, such is the life of an artist. 

“That right, Leo here actually has a brain unlike the two of you. She’s only here because she owes me a favor, and what’s a spring break without a little fun?” Lita smiled mischievously, Matt rolled his eyes at his girlfriend.

“Um I think you forgot to count yourself sweetheart, you’re pretty and…well that’s about it.” He chuckled, the two of them seemingly forgetting all about us, Lita’s hand shot out to swat Matt across the chest, but he dogged her, then ran off. Without a second thought Lita pursued him.

“Are they always like that?” I pivoted back to Jeff, who was shaking his head watching his brother act childishly. 

Slowly his eyes lifted to meet mine, his head tilted to the side, “is the sky blue?” That sweet southern twang hitting a little heavier towards the end, and I swore I could drop to my knees right then. A giggle pressed past my lips, and his next words took me by surprise as he suddenly complimented me.

“Aw man, that laugh is so adorable.” Jeff’s eyes slid over my face taking in all my features, there’s not a magazine article in the world that could have prepared me for Jeff Hardyz charisma. The way he looked directly in my eyes, into my soul, as if he looked away he’d miss something spectacular. My shoulder leaned against the cool white brick wall as I stood next to him, he was slouching a little, but our height difference was still evident. 

The corners of my lips tugged into a grin, “are you flirting with me?” I asked, perhaps a bit coy, this sudden confidence went against everything I previously knew myself to be. I typically avoided the male species at all cost, but he had such a warm, welcoming presence. His undivided attention made me feel like I could tell him anything, and that freaked me out a little. 

“You won’t be here long, mine as well make it count this time.” He shrugged, he stood with his hands in his pockets, more talent would pass us. He barely looked their way. 

“So you do remember me!” I shouted, I pushed myself off the wall unaware of just how close we were, and lightly slapped him on the chest. 

His head fell backwards, “of course, even if I landed on my skull that night I wouldn’t have forgotten this face.” He chortled causing his whole face to light up, the butterflies in the pit of my stomach swarmed violently. After I took too long responding he spoke up again. “So why exactly are you dressed like you’re going out to a nightclub?”

“Do I not look good in this dress though?” I asked, letting out an airy laugh, and pulling my fur coat open to playfully show off my outfit. Jeff shamelessly checked me out, getting an eyeful of my cleavage, all the way down my curves to my legs, and my chunky heels. 

His tongue flicked out to wet his lips, a hungry stare in his eyes, “I’m sure you look good in anything.” 

He was saying all the right things, and looking at me in a way that was making my face heat up,  my lips parted to speak, but I was cut off by Lita’s long arm hooking around the back of my neck. “They’re ready for you at guerilla, if you and Jeff are done eye fucking, I’ll walk you down.” My heart jumped at her accusation, the feeling of embarrassment settling onto my face. 

“Oh that right, Lita is actually a rodeo clown between segments.” Jeff rolled his eyes, an unimpressed expression on his face, yet again taking the heat off me. 

“Shut up Jeff.” she sneered at him, and took me by the hand dragging me away. I could still feel his eyes on me, peeking at him over my shoulder, and just as I thought he’s watching me be taken away. A tiny smile on his lips, he nods his head at me as a ‘see ya later,’ and I hoped it was a later. 

Waiting at the curtain were my backup dancers, and Stephanie McMahon. I’ve met her a number of times, she’s always sweet, and comforting. Nothing like her tv persona. “Alright, it’s a packed house, and after that match with Rocky, and Austin they’re quite rowdy.” She explained, I tried to swallow my nerves, as someone who was typically a part of the crowds I knew first hand how nasty people could get. 

“You’ve rehearsed a bunch of times, you’ve got this in the bag Leo, and then before you know it, it’ll all be over. Then you can go back to your prissy little dorm room.” Lita teased me, she pinched my cheek, but I cringed away from her. 

“First of all, that prissy dorm houses your lousy ass more times than I can count. Secondly, don't ruin my makeup, okay?” I hated being talked to like I was a child, Lita and I were only two years apart. I know she’ll always see me as a baby because of the kind of life she lives constantly on the road. 

“Yes! That is exactly the attitude you need tonight, now don’t waste it, save it for the audience.” Stephanie gripped my shoulder, and smiled at me encouragingly. 

I turned to my other dancers, “y’all ready?” They seemed more excited than I was, so I tried to mirror their enthusiasm. 

“Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we have something special for you.” Lilian Garcia addressed the crowd, they were buzzing, and when I turned to Lita, she gave me a thumbs up. 

“A one night only attraction of. Leona French, performing her rendition of Freakum Dress!” The lights dimmed down, and as soon as the music started I was handed a mic right before I stepped out. “To be, or not to be.” I sang sultrily as I sauntered out, at first the crowd didn’t know what to make of seeing me. I could visibly see some men were quite annoyed, instead of focusing on the crowd I looked right into the camera in front of me. When we got closer to the ring I shed my fur coat, and suddenly the noise began to pick up. I couldn’t help the grin that slid onto my face, I twirled my hips, and popped my ass to the bass of the music. I’ve practiced the routine so many times I could do it in my sleep. “Oh put your freakum dress on, every woman got one.” My body moved fluidly through the steps, I let myself get lost in the music, and soon I felt like I was actually having fun. 

Improvising a little, I climbed out of the ring, and danced over to the barricade where a young man around my age was gawking. I made my way back to the steel steps putting one foot up, and pooped my booty back. Considering they weren’t throwing food at me, I took that as a compliment, but by the end of the performance everyone was on their feet cheering, and wolf whistling. We bowed, blew a few kisses, but then made our way to the back. 

Lita wasn’t there when I came back through the curtain, but I think she told me she might have had some segments tonight. I would probably run into her later, “that crowd was jumpin!” Maddison, one of the dancers laughed, she chugged some water. 

“It sure was, you girls were great! Leona your energy was incomparable, and just so natural. Good job tonight.” Stephanie placed a gentle hand on my shoulder, her kind words making me proud of myself. 

“Thanks boss lady, we’re gonna go shower and change.” I thanked her, shaking her hand, and we all made our way through the arena. I was so busy blabbing to the girls that I didn’t even notice Undertaker when I ran into him. My eyes widened, I’ve only ever seen him from a distance, which he was big then, but up close he’s huge. The girls and I collectively quieted down upon seeing him, “I’m so sorry…Mr. Taker.” I said like a doofus, his eyes shined humorously, but that’s all he offered us. 

“Just Taker is fine, you’re Lita's cousin aren’t you? That was a hell of a performance y’all had.” And this is where I realized I might have a thing for gothic southern men. Or maybe I was just a sucker for the accent. I recall a number of stories about Taker being the best person to ask advice, literally everyone would ask him his opinion. 

“Wow, thanks, I’m a huge fan by the way, um any pointers?” Why not ask the most successful man in the entertainment business his thoughts on my performance. The girls looked at me like I had three heads, it’s what I expected none of them watched wrestling. 

“We’re gonna go shower, we’ll catch up later.” Lisa patted me on the shoulder, I nodded, and let them excuse themselves. If anyone was ‘prissy’ as Lita put it, it’s definitely them. Never struggled a day in their lives, spoon fed country club for their entire lives. Only sports they knew were golf, and all American football. That was an excitable level of violence for them, however, I usually craved something a little more aggressive. 

He pondered for a moment, “well…it looked like you were having fun, and that’s when you really started to connect with the crowd. That’s important, it’s not just you, and them. You’re in on it together.” He explained, his voice deep, but his tone ominous. A backstage official informed him that he was needed, Taker nodded his head, and turned back to me. “A lot of people are gonna try and groom you, make you out to be what they want. Especially because you’re a girl, and seemingly have a lot of talent that could make people a lot of money. Nothing is more important in show business than to do things by your own volition, and stand on it.” That may have been the wisest bit of information I’ve ever received, he held his hand out for me to shake. Without hesitation I took it, grateful for this moment, and to think I was gonna pass up the offer. He shook my hand surprisingly gently, then went on about his business. I watched him for as long as my eyes could see. I felt light, like I was no longer a part of this physical plane. I looked down at my hand in disbelief of what just happened, my whole body still buzzing. 

I just performed for thousands of people, and then The Undertaker just dropped a wealth of knowledge on me. I’m just a girl, I’m just some kid, how did I get so lucky? “Are you gonna keep standing in the middle of the hall like an idiot?” I nearly jumped out of my skin at the sound of an arrogant voice, slowly I turned to be met with the last person I wanted to run into tonight. Randy Orton, Bautista by his side, the only one of the two who had some etiquette. 

Bautista lips form a tiny smile, he had a familiarity to him, as if we’ve been knowing each other for a while. “Hey, I remember you, you’re Lita’s big brain cousin, what college was it you went to?” I could feel my face heat up, it was sweet of him to remember something so small. 

“I don’t know about big brains, but I’m attending Tisch School of Arts in New York.” I said shyly, I tried not to make my accomplishments a big deal; I guess it couldn’t be helped when Lita is blabbing about me to everyone she sees. 

“So an art school.” Randy didn’t sound too impressed, far be it for him to care about anything other than himself. I might have actually found him attractive if he wasn’t such a dickhead. 

“Hang on there Randy, Tisch is no run of the mill dance school, their acceptance rate is pretty low from what I understand. I had some family that tried to get in a few years ago, they had to audition 3 times.” Bautista explained coming to my defense, while simultaneously shutting down his partner's rudeness. He did it in such a calm manner, I bet he’s great with kids. 

Randy eyed me, when he lingered too long on my chest I rolled my eyes, and side stepped him. He’s exactly like the pricks that frequented the country clubs back home, the only way to deal with them was to ignore them. “Anywho, it was nice meeting you, I’m a big fan, Bautista.” He held his hand to his heart, touched by me saying this. 

“You’re a wrestling fan?” Randy questioned, he looked gobsmacked by this revelation, I grimaced turning to him. 

“Yeah…” I said lifting my eyebrow daring him to challenge me, but he scoffed. Folding his arms over his chest, a smug expression on his face, I regret even running into him.

“I mean, of course you are, who wouldn’t wanna watch me on a weekly basis.” The haughtiness in his tone made me want to throw up, I couldn’t even disagree which was the worst part. He’s so good at what he does it upsets me, if only all that talent came with a muzzle. 

“You literally have zero shame don’t you?” Jeff came up from behind me, his face paint dripping off him, no doubt  from a match may have just had. An unimpressed look on his face, his arm slipped around the back of me, and held onto me almost protectively. I could feel my face heat up from his touch, I wasn’t going to deny him. 

“Meanwhile you’re dressed like some freak.” Randy spat venomously, I was taken aback by his sudden mood change, Jeff’s expression darkened, but didn’t have a verbal response. He took a step forward, Randy mirroring his movements. There’s no love loss between the legacy kid, and mister daredevil. Jeff seemed to get the best of Randy in matches most of the time by out sitting him, and stealing the wins. Which is really more so Randy’s fault by letting his emotions get the best of him. 

Bautista pressed his hand to Randy’s chest. A warning glare in his eyes. “Cool it man, you can’t afford to get into another fight this week.” He mumbled, but Randy wasn’t hearing it. The grip Jeff had on tightening, his nails digging into me as if to hold himself back. 

“Trying to show off around your little poptart, wanna be, girlfriend aren’t you? Please do Jeff, I beg you.” Randy pressed his palms together, goading Jeff into a fight, I looked to Jeff who was clearly thinking about it. He’d do it even if  only to make a point, but before I could get a chance to interject he reared back his fist. Popping Randy right in the nose. My mouth dropped, and my eyes widened. 

“Fuck we gotta go.” I grasped him by the wrist, and tugged him in the opposite direction. We ran until we couldn't hear Randy shouting, and bitching anymore. We rounded the corner, finally coming to a stop. We caught our breath, “you’re gonna be in so much shit.” I sighed once my breathing calmed, I slapped him across the chest. He barely flinched. 

“What, you just wanted me to let him talk about you like that?” He seemed offended by my disappointment, his hand ran through his blue-violet colored hair. 

“Randy is an idiot, being called a poptart isn't the worst thing, I mean he said you were a freak.” My lips pressed together, I could feel myself getting upset all over again, there was never a reason to be so fucking mean. 

Jeff shrugged his shoulders, “yea so? If I had a dime for everytime someone judged the way I dressed, how I talk, or the clothes I wore, well I’d be a fat rich man. But you don't talk about girls that way man, what did you do to deserve that attitude anyway?” Yet again we were standing close to each other, I chewed my bottom lip trying not to say anything stupid, my eyes lowered to the floor. I couldn't understand why he would get himself into drama over something so stupid. 

“Did ya see the look on Randy’s face though, I think I broke his nose.” He grinned, I couldn't help but laugh when I replayed the scene in my head, even Bautista was shocked. 

I shook my head, “by the time he gets done bitching at Stephanie about it, you’re gonna get into so much trouble.” I reached for the bandanna hanging out of his pocket, and began to clean off the face paint. The sweat dripping down his forehead made it easier to swipe away, with my other hand I held him by the chin, he took a step back putting his back to the wall causing me to step forward. I tried to avoid his eyes, acutely aware he was staring me right in mine. 

“It’ll be worth it.” He hummed, his hand reached out to play with my hair, gently sweeping it over my shoulder. His fingers caressing my skin on the way down, then finally rested on my hips. Once I was satisfied with the majority of the paint being gone, I sighed, and wrapped my arms around his neck. 

My eyes dropped to his lips, his tongue flicked out swiping his bottom lip, ‘this is a bad idea right?’ I thought to myself, ‘oh well, what’s spring break without a little fun?’ As if reading my mind, Jeff leaned in meeting me halfway in a deeply passionate kiss. His hands slid up my back holding me closer to his body, I couldn't help but let out a moan as his hands slid down to my ass, and gripped me. I don't know how long we stood there locking lips, but by the time either of us pulled away I was out of breath. My lips were swollen,  my heart was hammering against my rib cage, and my head felt a bit light headed. “So what now?” I pressed my forehead to his, I knew it was getting late, and I was gonna be no good tomorrow if I was too exhausted. 

“Got any time left to get something to eat? I know a diner that’s open late around here.” He offered. A hopeful look in his eyes. I peaked at him from underneath my lashes, my fingers playing with his choker necklace. Voices could be heard in the distance, it sounded like a few of the guys, but neither of us worried about it. 

“Sure, I got some time to spare, as a super fan I'd be honored to have dinner with Jeff Hardy.” I teased, he wrapped an arm lazily around my shoulder, some female talent we passed gave me a nasty look. Trish Stratus specifically did not like what she was seeing, our eyes watched each other as we passed by. I knew that her and Jeff were “involved,” but the extent of that? I was unsure about, however if this was her man she would have said something right?

Jeff, oblivious to this as he was talking, he snorted, “you’re a fan huh? Does this make you my groupie?” He asked jokingly, we were finally approaching my dressing room, Lita was further down the hall talking to Edge, and Christian. They were all laughing obnoxiously about something, but I turned my attention back to Jeff. 

“Oh definitely, I’m gonna write about it in my diary later.” I chortled, one hand on the doorknob, and the pinky of my other hand linked with his pinky. Neither of us wanted to let go, but we both needed a fresh change of clothes. 

“Well, I’m flattered…” He trailed off for a second, then said,  “I wish I could just wait for you here, but I need a fresh outfit so I’ll meet you back here?” 

“You’ll definitely be done before me, so you might end up waiting anyway.” I smiled sheepishly, my face heating up in embarrassment, I felt bad for making him wait after the long night he’s had, so I decided just then that I’d cut down time on my makeup at the very least. 

He made no fuss about it. “That’s fine, see ya in a little bit.” He let go of my pinky, then made his way back the opposite direction, and turned down a hall disappearing. It wasn't till I was behind the privacy of my dressing room door did I let out a long, heavy sigh, the other girls were nowhere to be found, so I revealed in the alone time. 

I didn't fight the dopey smile that grew across my face, “I kissed Jeff Hardy?” After I picked myself up off the floor, I locked the door behind me, and stripped down before getting into a hot shower. Getting dressed tonight has been the easiest task of my life since I was smart enough to pack only one other outfit. Had I been back at home I would have ended up overwhelming myself trying to decide what to wear. I pulled on my coat, then grabbed my duffel bag, and purse, throwing it over my shoulder. When I opened the door, Jeff was waiting outside like he said he would, his eyes taking me in, from my heels making sure to slow up at my legs, and thighs. Then finally landing on my face. 

“Hey…” He greeted me, his eyes sliding over my body, and slowing up at my chest before he got to my face. When our eyes met our smiles mirrored the others, he took me by the hand and walked us out of the arena to the parking lot. The night was mostly over, so there weren't many people left. My phone buzzed in my purse, I fished it out to see who texted me. I clicked on my messages to see I had been left a few, but Lita stood out to me. 

Lita: I nu u were w Jeff the whole time. ;) 

Lita: dont do anything I wdnt do

I rolled my eyes, I don't know if I  should be thanking her, or annoyed that she set me up, I scoffed, “freakin Lita.” 

“Everything okay?” Jeff asked, opening the passenger side door for me, the fall time air blowing my hair around, I peered up at him nodding my head. He watched me with a weary look in his eyes, I enveloped his face in my hands, and pressed my lips to his. He relaxed into me, “I think I’m gonna get in the car now.” He grinned like an idiot, and walked around the other side of the car. The drive wasn't long, but Jeff requested that I talked about myself, so I did. Not once did he interject, and by the time we made it to the restaurant, I felt like I had told him my whole life story. 

“I watched that little show of your’s by the way, you’ve got a lot more talent than you let on.” I was taken aback by this sudden compliment. We sipped on our pop while we waited for our food, and as I sat across from him, he seemed like the most normal guy in the world. “I could have watched that on a loop.” He said softly, his longing gaze making me shift in my seat. 

My eyes dropped down to his hands, I just now realized some of his dark painted nails had designs on them, “do you paint your own nails too?” I asked curiously, it’s something I’ve always wondered, but never had the chance to ask till now. 

“Most of the time, other time’s it’s Lita when we have some time off.” He explained, the image of them sitting together like two siblings painting each other's nails made me smile a little. Yeah that seemed about right.

“Don't tell me they didn't include that information in Tiger Beat.” He deadpanned, obviously no love loss for the magazine company, I cringed at the name, I hated them too.

I shrugged, “I wouldn't know, I’m more of a Teen Vogue girl.” I joked, that’s how the rest of our night went, we talked about anything that came to mind: wrestling, food, fashion trends, travel. Anything to keep the conversation going, Eventually it turned 1 am, I needed to get some sort of sleep before catching up with Lita tomorrow. She wanted to drag me around the mall before they headed to the next town. We sat in front of the hotel, I turned to him, I knew I could have invited him up. The look in his eyes told me all I had to do was offer, but he wasn't going to force it. Knowing I had a whole week to be promiscuous, I decided to prioritize sleep this time, slowly I leaned in, and he met me halfway. A kiss that started off sweet turned into something heated, and needy. We moaned into each other simultaneously, I pulled away first, Jeff was frozen in place. His eyes still closed. “I’m getting out of the car now doofus.” I giggled, then opened the car door. 

He suddenly came back to life, “oh, let me get your bag.” He reached in the back grabbing my duffle bag, and brought it around to my side of the car. I stood patiently waiting for him, my lips still tingling where he kissed me, I took the bag from him, and kissed him on the cheek. 

“See ya later.”I walked backwards in the direction of the hotel, we held onto each other's hands till we couldn't anymore. That night after I got ready for bed, as soon as my head hit the pillows I passed out. That night I dreamed about having a tag match with Lita and Matt, versus Jeff and I, and it was a banger. That might be long into the future, but as far as tonight I had the best time of my life.

[edgessunflower]

Can i get a fic using this idea of helping your lover zip up their dress, or helping each other undress. And with any WWF star of your choosing please.

Ooooh

Feather light

Pairing: Jeff Hardy x Fem reader

Description: Jeff admires you while helping zip up your dress for a party

Jeff fixes his suit for the dinner party the two of you were invited to along with many other wrestlers not noticing you secretly eyeing him as you strip out of your loose clothing and step in the lavender dress you had. You get your dress zipper halfway when you couldn't get the rest zipped trying to lean your arm over your shoulder to reach it but still couldn't reach to finish zipping leading to a quiet groan as jeff notices walking to you as you were gonna turn and ask him to help you, you put your earrings in shivering slightly when you feel a touch against your back looking out of the corner of your eye to see jeff running his knuckles against your back gently and feather light almost not feeling the touch had it not been his knuckle brush against your skin smiling sweetly as he goes up then back down before pressing a kiss on your shoulder as you spray a small amount of perfume on your neck and wrists while he slowly zips the rest of your dress up before you notice him trying to pull his hair neatly back out of his face but couldn't leading you to first run your fingers through his hair, brush it with a comb, slowly putting hair gel on your hands then pulling all of his hair back and putting it in a nice braid making him chuckle. The two of you meet up outside with his brother Matt and matt's girlfriend Lita before heading in sharing hugs with a few of your friends before sitting down sharing drinks, laughs, and jokes together in between bites of dinner and occasional smoke breaks for a few of your friends enjoying the night with the trio along with Edge, Trish Stratus, Christian, Torrie Wilson, Eddie Guerrero, Chyna, and Test sharing four hours with dinner before sharing a few more jokes and a final smoke break before saying all your goodbyes heading home helping brush his hair after unbraiding the loose braid you did earlier and before you could try to unzip your dress after taking off your shoes jeff is behind you zipping all of the dress down quickly repeating the feather light touch from earlier making you melt before the two of you shower and watch movies in bed until both of you were asleep under the covers.

[stray-kaz]

Masterlist

Fandom works! So much here...

All reader inserts are female.

Marvel

Bucky Barnes

T.L.C.

Girl Dad

Reds and Whites

Not Even a Candle

Reparations - 18+

Prologue   One   Two   Three   Four

Snow & Ice - 18+

One   Two   Three   Four   Five   Six   Seven   Eight   Nine   Ten   Eleven   Twelve   Thirteen

Frank Castle

Kiss Cam

A Touch of Crazy

Brothers In Arms

Frank Castle x Family headcanons

Nobody Puts Baby in a Corner

Time and Time and Time Again - 18+

A Baby Shower for Frankie

Two Pink Lines

Two to Tango - 18+

Baby Talk

Paper Ring

Blooded

The Opposite of Soft - 18+

Gone Off Half Cocked - 18+

Butterflies On Fire

A Stitch in Time

Look Where You’re Going

I Do

Matt Murdock

On Blind Faith - 18+

ONE   TWO   THREE   FOUR   FIVE   SIX   SEVEN   EIGHT   NINE   TEN

Headcanons

Steve Rogers

I Love You, But... - 18+

Shadow and Bone

Jesper Fahey

A Better Distraction - 18+ - Completed

One   Two   Three   Four   Five   Six   Seven   Eight   Nine   Ten   Eleven Twelve

Kiss & Tell

A Good Shot

Ruse

Little Lantsov

An Unexpected Prince - sequel to Little Lantsov

Tender

Trigger

Swap With Me - 18+

He’s A Criminal and He’s Mine

Safe Inside, Out of the Rain

Laundry Day

The Law of Loss

You’re The Reason I Hate Champagne

There Goes My Life - An Assortment

One Two Three Four Five Six

Mal Oretsev

Twice Wounded - sorta 18+

Nikolai Lantsov

Patched - 18+

All Patched Up - 18+ - sequel to Patched

Monkey in the Air

Daddy and The Fox

To Be His Queen - 18+

Kaz Brekker

Stray - request prompt

A Murder of Crows - Miniseries

Part One Part Two

Memento Mori - request prompt

Green - request prompt

Love is a Battlefield

Set, Charge, Boom

The Magpie Verses - Completed

Take Off The Mask , Caught , The Crow and The Magpie , Unmasked

Aleksander Morozova

Trouble Just Walked In - sorta 18+

Matthias Helvar

Scrubbed Clean

Tolya Yul-Bataar

Awoken

Top Gun: Maverick

Bob Floyd

A Soft Landing - 18+

Red Flag Week

Baby. On. Board.

Jake Seresin

Out of Bounds I, II, III, IV, V, VI - 18+

Bradley Bradshaw

Jukebox Jive

Lockwood and Co.

George Karim

Death and Doughnuts

A Personal Experiment - 18+

Stuck in the Middle With You - 18+ - requested

Oh Dear Baby - fic idea from @the-biscuit-agreement​

Oh How Time Flies - sequel to Oh Dear Baby​

Ghosts I Get, People Are Crazy

Anthony Lockwood

Between a Tree and a Lockwood - sorta 18+

Honey, I’m Home - 18+

Delirium

His Mistake

The Invitation

Walt de Ville

The Flower and The Serpent - 18+

one    two   three   four   five   six   seven   eight   nine   ten

Little Women (2019)

Laurie

Sugar & Spice - 18+

one

two

Zombies (Disney)

Zed Necrodopolis

Awkward Question

Betwixt

Midnight Resolution - 18+

Leo Grande

Three Day Hire - 18+

One   Two   Three   Four   Five   Six   Seven

A Very Grande Christmas

Austin!Elvis

Sky High

The School for Good and Evil

Rafal Mistral

The Sky Is Falling

Mirror, Mirror, On The Wall

Under The Blood Moon - 18+

The Heirloom and The Heir

Evil, Be Mine

You Shall Be Loved

Rhian Mistral

The Storian’s Favour

Back from the Brink

Bubbles

To Sleep and Not To Wake

Ben Hardy Characters

Billy / Four

Hold Me Close, Don’t Let Go - 18+

The Witcher

Istredd

Chasing Fire - 18+

One Piece Live Action

Roronoa Zoro

Buoyant

A Book and A Nap

Starless - 18+

First Kiss, Last Kiss

Keeping Watch - 18+

Double The Bounty - 18+ - Part One  Part Two

Sanji

Tall Blond Pacifier

Sand and Stars

Wind and Rain - 18+

Monkey D. Luffy

First Blushes

Usopp

In The Moment

OPLA Men

Dance With Me

Christmas Drabbles 2023

Scent of Pine - Shanks

Neatly Tied With A Bow - Mihawk

Sugar, Spice and Everything Nice - Sanji

The Perfect Excuse - Zoro

Fullmetal Alchemist

Edward Elric

Happy Birthday To You

Rest and Recuperation - 18+

Tale of the Nine Tailed

Lee Yeon

Need - 18+

Sweet Home

Cha Hyun-su

Sunshine Part One - 17+

Let Me Do It

A Shop For Killers

Jeong Jin-man

Breathing

Time - 18+

Misc.

Ready or Not - 18+

Original Writing

Top Drawer

Quiet Peace

The Hat - 18+

Pirate Intro

Sweetness

Bandaged

To The Sea, My Love, To The Sea

The Uncanny Counter

So Mun

Oops!

Love & Pragmatism

To Spar or Not to Spar

Wong Yeok

Illicit - 18+

[mollywog]

i have regency!lark questions!

how is the writing process different from other fics (for example, canon-compliant or in-Panem AUs)? how much research goes into it?

do you feel immersed in the world that their mannerisms, speech patterns, etc come easily to you? or does it take conscious effort to regency-fy these things? (as a non-native English speaker, this is the thing i am always curious about when reading historical AUs!)

what are your non-fan media recs for someone who knows next to nothing about regency era? (sorry if you shared something like this and i missed it!)

thank you!

Hey!!!

Thank you for the ask @thesunpersists!!

Oof! My husband jokes that the only history I know, I learned from American Girl Doll books, which is some what accurate: I absorb history best when it’s the backdrop of fiction (especially a romance)

A few years back I went on a ‘classic’ author binge. I would read/listen to a book and follow along with the shmoop/cliff notes/spark notes, then finish off by watching any screen adaptations I could find. (I wish I had known about tumblr then *stares wistfully off into the distance*)

With that in mind, I’m not sure I have a full grasp of what each time period is… Regency is more a vibe than a historically accurate set of dates in my mind; An amalgamation of the things I read and watched and very light research… Idk I don’t want to take the fun out of storytelling by getting too caught up in that stuff, which I understand may not be for everyone.

Anyways…

I’ve enjoyed a lot of adaptations of old books. If we’re talking specifically Regency - in addition to the novels, Pride and Prejudice 95, Emma 09, Persuasion 95 are my favorites! I also love Lily James and Matt Smith so Pride and Prejudice and Zombies was fun!

I know you said non fandom but I’m going to mention cwmilton because I adore their Emma FanFiction so so much!

I think War and Peace is technically Regency Era though not set in England. I slogged through the novel and there were parts I enjoyed, but not enough to do it again. Again my love for Lily James and James Norton had me watching the 16 BBC adaptation and enjoyed it for them and the costumes.

I’d like to check out and Tom Jones is on my list thanks to @wildwren and Mr. Malcom’s List is another I hope to read/watch!

I went through Dickens, Brontë, Hardy, Gaskell so if anyone wants to talk adaptations!

Okay. So I’m not sure I’ve answered your questions 😳… so I would say: usually my desire to write a historical AU comes from recently consuming a peice of media from that period - So I’ve already got the vibe fresh in my mind. But also yes - I do think it’s difficult to write and stay in that time periods speaking pattern and vocabulary.

Anyways, feel free to send an ask or DM if you want to talk fics or historical fiction, or adaptations or whatever!!!

[bitchin-ass-pants]

Song Fic Song List

Knights From Cydonia - Muse

Playing Favorites - Genevieve Fisher

Gasoline - Halsey

Get in the Truck - Hardy ft. Liane Wilson

The Summoning - Sleep Token

Riptide - Beartooth

Enemy - Imagine Dragons

Knowing Me Knowing You - ABBA

Follow You - Imagine Dragons

Born Too Late - Poni Tails

Life on Mars - David Bowie

Get Up and Fight - Muse

Midnight Crisis - Jordan Davis

Savior - Rise Against

White Room - Jack Bruce

Lady - Kenny Rogers

Darkest Part - Red

Run Away to Mars- Talk

Break it to Me - Muse

Save Our Last Goodbye - Disturbed

Race to the Sun - 3 Doors Down

Angel - the Weeknd

Warrior - Zac Brown Band

Lifetime - 3 Doors Down

Halo - Evan's Blue

Back for More - James Durbin

The Mountain - Three Days Grace

The Legacy - Black Veil Brides

Lady - Styx

Locked Out of Heaven - Bruno Mars

Separate Ways - Journey

Death of Peace of Mind - Bad Omens

Welcome Home - Coheed and Cambria

It's Gonna Be May - Jonathan Young (shut up I like this one)

Lay All Your Love On Me - Mamma mia

Fuyu No Hanashi - Given

Running Up That Hill - Kate Bush

Don't Speak - No Doubt

Paint It Black - Ciara (again shut it)

If I Can't Love Her - Josh Groban

The Ghost of You - My Chemical Romance

Heaven - Matt Bomer

Lost On You - LP

Burn For You - Barlow & Bear

Jet Pack Blues - Fall Out Boy

Blood Upon The Snow - Hozier & Bear McCreary

Deliver Us - Caleb Hyles & Jonathan Young

Change Your Mind - Mamma Mia

This is My Idea - The Swan Princess

Rewind The Exit Wound - Volbeat

[lunarwritesthings]

Blurbs Cut/Changed From Fics

Brought Back Together Part 1 - Christian Cage

Jay is the definition of a teddy bear and He'd never have his girl who's one of the most important people in his life do something she not comfortable or ready for.

We'll Meet Again - Jeff Hardy

Of course Raven knew how Jeff was doing. How? It's simple you can't friends with only one Hardy, especially when the oldest brother, one fellow high flyer Matt Hardy loves you and sees you as another sibling he can mess around and pick on knowing you'll do the same but most importantly you make his little bro happy and love him for his weird self.

Jeff was the one to explain the situation in one sentence. "The Hardy boys and Sabien are back in business and are ready to get extreme."

The Tough Act - Gerard Way

Tour. Something every band looks forward to. They get to meet fan, see those fans sing along, and can just see those who love their music.

Tears Are Natural - Gerard Way

Life. Something that had ups and downs. It was natural and uncontrollable.

[amrcnnightmre]

hi sweet friends!! sorry about the delay but i’m in the midst of writing my first proper request :) a lil cm punk x reader from a prompt i was given! i’ll be writing up my master list soon so you can see who i write for & what kind of things i write! but i’m open to most, im so excited people are finding my account 🎀

[banannabethchase]

Adam smears Moxley's blood across his chest during the match, and it awakens something unexpected in him. He shouldn't be surprised when Mox has the same idea.

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Title inspired by Tell Me It's a Nightmare by Kim Petras. Fic exists exclusively because of Hangman smearing Mox's blood on his chest, then doing that unnecessary burpee post match. What's a writer supposed to do, ignore that blatant display of homoeroticism?! Also, talk to your partners before doing anything of this caliber. Communication is key, and these two dopes could be a lot better about it. E rated. Warnings for: blood kink, graphic depictions of violence one would expect in wrestling, biting, religious imagery. I just. I warned y'all.

Mini playlist: Dirty Thoughts - Chloe Adams Tell Me It's a Nightmare - Kim Petras Martyr - KiNG MALA Flesh - Simon Curtis

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Adam’s never been a fan of seeing his own blood. It’s run in rivulets down his face, arms, chest, back, more times than he can count now, his business being one of violence, but he’s always been rather displeased at the sight of it.

As he smears Moxley’s blood on his chest, though, he realizes discontent is only his response to seeing his own blood. Something primal, animalistic, rears up inside him as he uses Mox’s blood like war paint, and he finds a new purpose in the match. He’s gotta get whatever the fuck this is out of his system, preferably in pinning Moxley to the ground. Hopefully his dick will get the message and he’ll be over and done with it.

It’s unfortunate, then, that Mox manages to pin him with a roll up.

Adam flails out of his grasp, all kinds of energy flooding through him at the way Mox’s blood has coated him through the match, and wants to commit varying inappropriate acts in the ring as he processes that he somehow lost to a roll up.

“Calm down,” Claudio says, running into the ring. “The match is over!”

Adam scoffs. Like he could be calm right now.

He thinks burpee might be a little excessive, truly, but he has so much welling up inside him that he had to get some of it out. It’s not enough. The need to defeat Moxley, to feel more than just his blood, washes over him like waves of hot desperation. Before it shows in his face or actions, Adam leaves the ring, the public eye. But he can’t resist one look behind him. And another.

He ignores the sympathetic looks of the people working backstage and dives right into the shared locker room. Ethan Page, Matt Hardy, and Isiah Kassidy eye him as he walks in, but, after he glares at them, they leave. The room is empty, and he’s finally able to yell.

He can still tastes Mox’s blood on his lips, can feel it, still wet, on his arm. He punches a locker, unsure why he doesn’t just walk into the shower and wash off the evening. He reaches down and presses the heel of his palm against his cock, and wishes he wasn’t already this hard. He looks over to see Mox’s blood on his arm, and groans, desperate to get some sort of blow off. He glances around – still empty – and pushes at his cock again, a little hint of relief at the tension stored in every muscle in his body. He eyes a shower. It couldn’t hurt.

He steps into the shower, hesitant. He wants to keep these marks, proof of his hard fought battle, all over him. He wants to get his hands on Moxley again, make him pay for that roll up, make him fight until they’re both covered in each other’s blood and sweat until one of them wins and they both roll over, exhausted, sated.

Images play across his vision as he slides his hand down his body. Moxley, covered in blood, dripping on him. Moxley under him as Adam licks streaks of blood up from his body. Adam groans at it, and gives up the façade. The water pounds across his back as he works himself up, slow strokes on his cock while he imagines it’s Mox’s mouth, his hand, anything. He uses his free hand to touch at the blood as it runs down his arm with the water, wishing it was more. Wishing he could taste the blood in Mox’s mouth as they kiss, as they fuck.

Adam turns his head, bites down on his arm to stifle the moan threatening. His hand, almost of its own volition, has tightened its grip, like he’s body is desperate to get some sort of resolution to the tension it’s been feeling for the past hour.

He comes like a tidal wave washing over him, messy across the shower and his hand. His knees nearly give out. It takes a moment to realize that the harsh, ragged sound is his own breathing through the patter of the shower against the stalls.

He cleans everything up, scrubs off the last remnants of the match and his desperation, but doesn’t get the satisfaction he’d been craving.

~

It’s not until the next week, when he’s here to support the Dark Order’s trios match, that he realizes it isn’t going to go away. He’s been antsy, on edge, the whole week, feeling the phantom of Moxley’s blood all over his body. He’s gotten himself off in every way he knows how, but he hasn’t been able to soothe the itch. And, unfortunately for him, he thinks he knows the only way that he can take care of it.

He’s able to take himself out of that space for the entirety of the Dark Order match, screaming and pounding the mat to encourage his boys to get the win. They do, and it helps, but Adam is itchy the second he’s off screen. He claps John, Alex, and Uno on the shoulders, celebrates with them in the back, but it’s over too soon, and he’s alone with his thoughts again.

He walks his way into the locker room, because, if it comes to it, he can get off in the shower again. Maybe that will keep his skin from crawling for a few minutes. He’s already straining against his jeans, feeling edged in a way he hasn’t in ages. It was always supposed to be just wrestling, just a job. But here he is, technically at work, with a raging boner. It doesn’t seem fair.

His plan fails; the locker room is jam packed and he doesn’t get a second of privacy for over an hour. Mox cuts a promo – lengthy, angry, rambling, on him, and it only ups the feeling of discomfort.

He needs to take the man apart with his teeth and lips.

Adam is considering just leaving and spending the night at hotel with his own imagination, but leaving feels wrong, somehow.

He fidgets constantly in the locker room as he watches the television in the corner, the room slowly losing wrestlers as the episode continues. He cheers for Takeshita, because the he secretly wants to wrestle him in the next few weeks. He eyes Jamie Hayter, because he’d like to take her on in an intergender match, either as a tag partner or one on one. Mostly, though, he’s terrible at creating distractions for himself. He can’t keep his mind away from that image of Moxley, stretched out on the ground, covered in blood. On display. For him.

The main event begins, and the locker room empties. Adam, once again, is alone with his annoying little thoughts, and the temptation to rewatch his match with Mox and get his hands in his pants.

He’s got his hand on his belt buckle, toying with the idea of throwing all caution to the wind and going for it, right here, when there’s the bang of a door. Adam turns, ready to swing. Too bad the face in front of him already bears the marks of his reactions. The cut’s healing well. Unfortunately. “Get out.” He’s too worked up to be embarrassed, and locks eyes with Mox as he drops his hand from his belt. He wants to adjust his pants, which are suddenly far too tight.

“It’s my locker room, too,” Moxley says. He rolls his shoulders. Adam can’t help but wish Mox were bleeding again, and he’s mad at himself for it. “What?”

“Nothing,” Adam grumbles. He doesn’t realize he’s got a hand rubbing at his shoulder, where Mox’s blood had stained it the week before. He doesn’t realize he can’t stop looking at the stitches on Mox’s face. He’s terribly aware, though, that he’s still got a hand the waistband of his pants, that Mox hasn’t walked away. “You fuckin’ went the coward’s way out with that finish last week, you know.”

Mox’s lips quirk in an awkward smile, something that looks a little strange with Adam’s memory of the blood dripping down his cheek. Adam wants to bite it off of him. “Still won, though.”

“Yeah,” Adam grumbles. The energy roiling inside of him is desperate to get out somehow, escalating and he’s not able to stop it. He walks up to Mox, going forehead to forehead again, the butterfly stitches a reminder pressed into his skin of the blood that coated Adam. He wants it all over him again. “That really how you want to claim victory?”

Mox pushes back at him, sending Adam stumbling a little bit backward. He bumps into a locker, and Mox grins at him. “Nah, not really. But I had to do what I had to do.” He licks his lips. “You were getting me good and I needed to pull out all the stops.” Mox reaches up, touches the stitches, and changes his grin to something a little dirtier, more competitive, less kind. “You got me distracted.”

Adam swallows. “Distracted, huh?”

Mox nods, and it’s impossible for Adam to miss the way his gaze drops to Adam’s lips. “You can’t paint yourself with my blood and not expect me to get off on it.”

Adam’s body washes with something cold and then a wave of heat. “Yeah?” He’s trying to match Mox’s tone, but he sounds a little too eager. “You liked that?”

Mox crowds into his space, breath inches from Adam’s lips. “I wasn’t the only one,” he growls. “Next time you can cut me open again.” He leans in to Adam’s neck, inhales deeply. “And maybe I’ll let you lick it off me backstage while I suck your dick.” Adam lets out the most involuntary of moans, and Mox pulls back, looking smug. “God, it’s always the good ones, isn’t it? Gotta get into the dirty sometime, huh?”

Adam leans forward with intentions directed entirely by his dick, but the door swings open and he stumbles forward into the space Mox used to be. Swerve and his cronies walk him, looking furious.

“What are you looking at?!” Minion 1, the one with the face tattoos, shouts.

“Somebody who just ruined a moment,” Adam grumbles. But he doesn’t want to get in a fight with somebody he definitely doesn’t want to fuck, so he steps back. Mox is already gone.

~

He finds himself, on the evening of Revolution 2023, involuntarily emulating Christ on the cross. He thinks it’s fitting, through a haze of pain and adrenaline, with the way he feels like he’s laying his life on the line every time he steps in the ring, the way he’s out here to the applause of others at his pain. Mox has his arms tied to the ropes with his belt and Adam’s. Mox has a handful of Adam’s hair and has his head tilted back as Mox’s teeth dig into the skin of his bicep.

Adam just hopes his boner is concealed in his pants.

He struggles against the pull of the belt, against the pull of Mox’s hand in his hair, and manages to get a leg up to knee Mox in the balls. Mox falls on the ground and Adam manages to kick him over. He leans over with his teeth, rips at the belt tie until it loosens, and he can get his right hand out. He gets the second hand undone and launches at Mox.

He’ll make sure Moxley regrets bringing the barbed wire bat into the ring. With a grin, his picks it up and twirls it in his hand, letting the cheers of the crowd soak into his skin. Mox is on his knees in front of him, mouth open in a silent gasp, and Adam licks his lips as he imagines the same setting with far fewer clothes.

Then he winds up and smacks Mox in the arm with the baseball bat. Mox crumples, blood blooming on his bicep and trickling down his arm in beautiful patterns. Adam grabs at it, squeezes, coats his hand in it. He grabs Mox’s face with his hand and turns it so he’s forced to meet Adam’s eyes. Slowly, deliberately, Adam licks the blood off the palm of his hand.

How fortunate they are that the ring mics can’t pick up the wanton moan Mox lets out.

Adam shoves him to the floor again and winds up, swinging for the fences down at Mox. He’s smarter than Adam wants him to be, though, and rolls out of the way. The bat slams into the floor and bounces back up, and Adam loses his grip. The bat flies somewhere outside the ring, and he’s left with his hands.

Mox launches at him with a spear and he bounces against the ropes, Mox’s arms around his waist. Mox pulls back and throws an elbow to the side of Adam’s head. It sends a shockwave through Adam’s entire body, reminiscent of the concussion in October. For a split second he worries he’s repeating history. But the world doesn’t go dark; it just goes red.

Mox falls off of him, and Adam raises his hand to touch at his face. Blood runs down his head into his eye, but it seems to be a small stream, and he’s able to wipe it away without much of an issue. He barely gets himself up to his hands and knees before Mox comes at him with a curb stomp, his head colliding with the ground, and Adam reminds himself to ask Mox someday if he only uses his exes’ finishers when he’s particularly horny.

The match continues. Adam goes through no fewer than two tables, but he drops Moxley onto a ladder, the time keeper’s desk, and a few chairs covered in barbed wire, so it’s pretty balanced. Mox looks stunning, streaked with red. His blue eyes stand out against the contrast. Adam wonders if he has the same look, the same crazed and wild expression in the eye.

It takes a deadeye from the top of a ladder onto a table, followed by a bulldog choke in the wreckage, to take Moxley down for good. Adam stands at three, but Moxley is still flat on the floor when Bryce counts ten. And Adam feels victorious. Before he can think better of it, Adam reaches down and drags his hand through the blood on Mox’s face, smearing it. He raises his bloody hand to a crowd of cheers, and drags the hand down the side of his neck, all the way across to his right hip.

“Alright, cool it, hotshot,” says Bryce. But he smiles as he raises Adam’s hand, a whisper of, “Congrats!” as Moxley walks away, aided by Claudio Yuta while Hangman celebrates for just a bit in the ring.

He thought, maybe, he’d have it out of his system with a win. He thought that craving was sated.

It only growls hungrier.

Adam gets himself backstage to the special locker room they’d set up for him and Moxley, with butterfly stitches and paramedics on standby, ready to care for any wounds. But Adam doesn’t want them. Not right now. Not when he’s hellbent on getting his hands on Moxley again.

“Give us a minute,” Adam demands when he sees Mox standing next to a paramedic as they fuss over his head wound.

Mox turns to him, smile resting lazily on his lips. “Yeah, give us a minute, wouldja?”

The paramedics hesitate but leave, and Adam’s grateful to the ones that get it. And for nondisclosure agreements.

“You won,” Mox says, stretching his arms over his head. The bleeding has stopped, but there’s still blood on his skin, not quite dry yet. He touches his cheeks. “Interesting move with the face thing.” He hops off the bench, making his way to Adam. “I liked it. But, uh,” he drags a finger from the Adam’s neck, across his chest, down to his hip, following the trail of his blood. “You got some blood on you.” He moves so quickly Adam doesn’t even have time to think. Moxley licks up his neck, where he knows Mox’s blood was drying, and Adam’s knees half give out. “Yeah,” Moxley says, pulling away. “I got some of it.”

“You barely got any of it,” Adam tries to joke. He’s breathing too hard to convince Moxley he’s not reacting. But all he wants to do is taste blood and the skin underneath. He’s breathing too hard.

Mox laughs, low. “Yeah,” Mox says, “thought you might like that.” He pulls back a little bit, licks the blood off his lips and, well. Adam can’t be held accountable for the way he dives in after it. It feels like Mox is expecting it, with the way he opens his mouth. Adam tastes coppery metal and the smoke underneath it, tastes the victory that he holds in his fingertips that night. Tastes the salt of redemption.

Adam spins Mox around, shoving him up against the locker, reaching out to touch at the streaks of blood on his face. They coat his fingers, and he has the urge again to press his fingers to his chest, so he does. Mox’s eyes lock on Adam’s hands as he moves, and Adam thinks it might be the best Mox has ever looked.

“You don’t know how hot that was,” Mox says, voice practically a whine. “Get – get in the shower.”

They stumble over each other into the shower, Adam crazy with the taste and smell of blood, the sound and feel of Moxley. It’s a furious kind of desire, something he hasn’t felt outside of getting his hands on Moxley. The idea that the thirst is finally going to be sated is almost too much, enough that he lets out a desperate little groan as Mox bites at the side of his neck.

It’s like he blinks and his gear is gone, water spraying down onto him. He stands naked in front of Moxley, who is tapping the side of his arm.

“Dude,” Mox says, “hey, Adam, you good? Come back.”

“I’m good,” Adam gasps. “Get back on me, you fucking lunatic.”

Mox chuckles, leans in, crushes his mouth to Adam’s. In between breaths, he bites at Mox’s lips, slides his fingers across his body where the blood is mixing with water and washing away.

Before he thinks about it, Adam drops to his knees. He looks up at Moxley.

“Fuck, you look good from this angle,” Moxley whines. “Yeah, yeah. Come on, Cowboy.”

On his knees in front of Moxley, his mouth sinking onto his dick with determination, hands trailing in the streaks of blood that stream down Moxley’s thighs, he understands himself more. He’s never felt more worthy of salvation than he does now as he takes Moxley’s benediction, and he thinks the heavy weight of Moxley’s cock on his tongue will get him there faster than any other deed.

Moxley doesn’t shut up the whole time, desperate, grunting sounds pouring from his mouth as he tugs at Adam’s hair.

“Get up here,” he growls, pulling Adam by the hair, “stupid curls – c’mere.” He pulls Adam in for a kiss, a collision of sorts. It’s not as aggressive as before, something a little sweeter lingering on Moxley’s tongue, and Adam doesn’t know how to tell Moxley that he wants that sweetness curled around his cock.

“Please,” he chokes out, broken, “please.”

“I know,” Moxley says, and he presses a kiss to Adam’s cheek before he sinks to his knees. Most of the blood has washed off of his face, and it’s just him. Just those blue, piercing eyes. And Adam’s still desperate for it.

Mox grips at Adam’s hips as he sinks down on Adam’s cock, and it’s even better than his wrestling. Mox takes all of him like it’s nothing, punctuates it with a look up at Adam that has a smirk behind his eyes, and Adam’s so fucking gone for more than just this man’s blood.

“Mox,” he groans, and he can’t hold eye contact. He just can’t. His head tilts back, and he lets Mox do the work, guiding Adam’s hips to gently push his cock in and out of Mox’s mouth. It comes at him like a wave, crashing over his skin as he tries to warn Moxley, but Moxley takes him down until Adam’s coming down his throat.

It’s all Adam can do not to collapse to the floor, with the way his legs shake. He makes a desperate little whimper at Mox and he pulls away, wiping at the corners of his mouth.

“Now what if –”

If it’s important, it’s lost in Adam’s mouth, where he kisses as deeply as he can and tries to get his head back on straight. The taste of himself in Mox’s mouth sends a new fire through his spine, a desperation to give as good as he’s gotten.

He’s back on his knees again, quirking an eyebrow for permission, and Mox laughs.

“Christ, you’re eager.”

“I prefer Adam, but you did practically crucify me tonight, so.”

Mox laughs, but it cuts off quickly as Adam gets his mouth around him. It doesn’t last long – Mox is as desperate for it as Adam was. He grabs a handful of Mox’s ass as he swallows him down, and the sounds that fall from Mox’s lips are an intoxicating mix of choked off vowels and Adam’s name. He doesn’t want this to be the last time he hears it.

Mox comes down his throat with a whine that sounds a little like, “Fuckin’ Cowboy,” and the way he twists his fingers in Adam’s hair is so good Adam can’t stand it. He swallows it all down, and lets the moment settle over him as he pulls away and rests his head against Mox’s thigh.

“You should start wearing trunks again,” Adam murmurs, voice wrecked.

Mox’s laugh sounds just as scratchy. “Yeah? I’ll think about it.”

They’re quiet as they wash the night off of themselves, Adam musing that they’re lucky to have been the first match, and Moxley actually washes his hair for him. It’s sweet beyond expectation, and the hunger Adam had felt before has settled into some sort of hope.

When they’re both clean, Adam rests his head in the space where Mox’s neck meets his shoulder, warm and sated and finally calm. Mox wraps an arm around his waist.

“You good, Cowboy?” he murmurs. Adam would swear he presses a kiss to the side of Adam’s head.

Adam nods something in affirmation, unable to resist nuzzling into Mox’s neck. “So good,” he finally can say.”

“Would you, uh,” Mox says, running his fingertips up and down Adam’s side. “Would you want to get coffee or something? After this?”

Adam pulls back, a strange little sunshine bubbling in his chest. “You asking me on a date?”

Mox’s grin is crooked, shy. It’s a little strange under the wound at his eyebrow that’s still slowly leaking blood. “You lick a guy’s blood, suck his dick. I figure a date may not be out of the question.”

Adam laughs – giggles, actually, fuck – and turns to Moxley. “Yeah,” he decides. “Yeah, after the media scrum and everything. Coffee.”

It turns into the two of them watching the Pay Per View together in the locker room while they get stitched up. Then, because Tony made them go, talking shit at the media scrum, and, finally, Adam following Mox back to his hotel room. It feels strangely safe, domestic. A drastic shift from earlier. But, in the morning, after waking up curled around each other and pressing kisses to each other’s stitches, they do get coffee.

[aritamargarita]

Who are the love interests for your fics

for both of them? good question! rubs hands together i believe i have posted the attitude list (which will prob be updated if anyone has any suggestions), but i have not posted the golden one.. i wanted to make it fancy but i need a nap

golden will probably have more since it covers a little more ground but attitude may hold up well….some of golden’s interests are based off of me being very observant of what yall say. if you also want other people that i missed in here let me know as always…because some wrestlers come later some or them aren't mentioned (..or i forgor)

for reference, if there's a date behind the name it just means that they'll be an interest starting in that year. they'll make cameos if they were in the company but until then.....remember we are very close to 1998!! to make everyone's lives easier here's a read more LMAO

Al Snow (1998)

Billy Gunn (1998)

Bret Hart

Brian Pillman

Christian (1998)

Chris Jericho (1999)

Chyna

Debra

Edge (1998)

Jeff Hardy (1999)

Kane

Kurt Angle (1999)

Mankind

Matt Hardy (1999)

Sable

Shane McMahon

Shawn Michaels

Stephanie McMahon (1999/2000)

Steve Austin

Test

The Rock (1998)

The Kat (1999)

Triple H

Undertaker

HONORABLE MENTIONS (that aren't exactly in wwf right now): Raven, Kevin Nash, Scott Hall, Stevie Richards, Rey Mysterio, Sting

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One In a Million Chapter 1: Hello New Friend

TW: bad family life (mention of being disowned)

Chapt 2 here

"Hello, New Friend. Where have you been all my life?"

Also: If you've read my Dark Angel of the Bullet Club series, please note that the Emery in THIS fic is a completely different person and is in no way connected to Dark Angel. TY.

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May 23, 2019 – Paradise, Nevada – 2 Days Before Double or Nothing

Emery stared dejectedly through the glass, as if her sad eyes would make the candy fall from its stuck position. She had already tried shaking the heavy machine, and hitting the glass but to no avail.

“Go effin figure,” she sighed, turning around and walking to the opposite wall 6 feet away. She spun around slowly and slid down the wall, sitting in a heap on the floor with her knees tucked against her chest.

“I get disowned for following my dream… then the airport loses my luggage… a taxi splashes me with street water… the hotel loses my reservation… and now this,” she thought, tears pricking at the corners of her brown eyes. Emery stared unseeingly at the package of MSMs, swallowing the lump in her throat. She wouldn’t cry. She couldn’t.

Emery had no idea how long she sat there, staring at the vending machine. Out of the corner of her eyes, she could see people passing by down the halls. She could hear people both inside the hotel and outside in the hot Las Vegas sun. The shower of rain that transpired only two hours ago long since dried up.

“Was this a mistake?” Emery began to wonder,” Ever since I was little… watching people like Jeff and Matt Hardy, Lita… Eddie Guerrero… Rey Mysterio… wrestling was all I ever wanted to do. I saved up money to put myself in classes… to learn… I’ve been on independents… I’ve improved… But my parents… they don’t care… They want me to be like my brother… my sister… A lawyer, doctor or a teacher. Something that is important… but this is important… to me…”

She was so lost in her train of thought, she didn’t notice the man walking down the hall, slow down and come to a stop as he stared at the vending machine for a second. He looked across the hall from the machine to her, and back again.

“Need a hand?” he asked, slightly timidly.

“Hmm?” She questioned, coming out of her trance, noticing his presence,” Oh… No. Don’t worry about it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” Emery sighed,” I’ve tried. I think fate is trying to tell me I’m making a huge mistake because my luck has been total shit today.”

The young-looking man seemed to take in her appearance, glancing at the candy bar stuck between the glass and the pushers, before giving a determined huff.

“Then you definitely need this.”

Without hesitation, he slammed his whole entire body against the machine, causing Emery to look at him, wide-eyed.

“No—really! It’s okay—”

Again, he slammed his smaller frame against the machine, almost like he didn’t hear her.

“Really- I don’t want you to hurt yourself—"

“C’mon you stupid machine! Drop the fucking candy!” he growled, completely ignoring Emery as he slammed himself against the glass pane one more time. A small thud came from the machine as the brown bag of MNMs finally fell to the bottom. Emery watched as he bent down and retrieved them, then walked over and held them out for her to take, a shy smile on his face.

“Here.”

“Thank you,” she smiled back, truly grateful,” Do you like MNMs? I’ll share them with you, as thanks.”

“Don’t worry about—”

“No, really. Please?”

“Uh… okay. Sure. Thanks,” he nodded, sitting down beside her as she tore open the package and dumped some into his hand,” I’m Marko, by the way.”

“Hmm? Oh! Right—sorry. I’m Emery.”

“Really pretty name,” Marko said, before ducking his head with a blush, chewing the chocolate bits.

“Thanks,” she replied, a soft smile on her face. Maybe something was finally going good? Maybe her luck wasn’t as shit as she thought.

“Are you from around here?” Emery asked him, causing him to look back up at her.

“Nah, I’m from Mississippi. You?”

“Tennessee.”

“Get out! What part?”

“Union City, on the north border. You?”

“Olive Branch, on the north border. Just before you reach Tennessee, actually.”

“I think I’ve heard the name before, actually. What brings you to Nevada? If—if you don’t mind my asking.”

“Nah, you’re cool. I’m here for work, actually. I was asked by this wrestling company to do a match for their show—”

“Wait--! Do you mean All Elite?”

“Yeah!” Marko nodded, surprise and excitement radiating off of him,” Are you here to watch the show?”

“Kind of, like… I’m here for it too. I got a call asking if I wanted to do a match on their pre-show before the Live one.”

“Woah—wait. You wrestle?!” The excitement building between the two of them was growing. They now sat facing each other instead of side by side. Emery’s shit luck is long forgotten. Marko’s worry about his foot injury, and not being ready to wrestle tonight has long been forgotten.

“Yeah! You too?”

Emery gave a nod,” Yeah. I… I tried out for WWE last year but they turned me down, which is okay… but now…”

Now I have no family…

“What’s wrong?” Marko asked, noticing her instant mood change.

“It’s… it’s nothing…” An awkward silence broke out between the two, until Marko suddenly stood up, extending her his hand.

“Come on!”

“W-where are we going?” Emery asked, sliding her hand into his as he effortlessly pulled her up to her feet and began leading her down the hall.

“To the casino floor!”

“C-can you legally gamble?”

Marko stopped short and turned around to face her.

“I’m 22 years old.”

“R-really?”

“Yes,” Marko frowned.

“You get that a lot, don’t you? Because of the baby-face thing?”

“More because of my height, actually.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I’m so short, so I must be a kid.”

“I’m sorry,” Emery apologized, causing Marko to look at her curiously.

“Why?”

“It sounds like it gets annoying… tiring… having people constantly pick at you because of that.”

“I mean… yeah. It can be… I try not to let it, but…”

They stood there, hands still locked together, silence falling between them again.

“So… what were we gonna do then?” She attempted to change the subject.

“Oh! Right!” Marko smiled, as he picked back up by leading her through the halls, through the casino. Eventually, they stopped and Marko looked over at her.

“I’ve found that almost all of these casinos have game rooms! Come on! I bet you I’ll beat you at every game here!”

At least my card still works.

“You’re on!” Emery accepted, scrunching her nose playfully.

This… this was going to be a beautiful friendship.

[mthofferings2023]

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Auction ID: 1091

Will create works for the following relationships: Spider-Man fandom any gen - Any Universe Felicia Hardy/Peter Parker - Any Universe Matt Murdock & Peter Parker - Any Universe Mayday Parker & Peter Parker - Any Universe Miles Morales & Peter Parker - Any Universe Miles Morales/Gwen Stacy - Any Universe Miles Morales-centric - Any Universe Mayday Parker-centric - Any Universe Matt Murdock/Jennifer Walters - Any Universe Jennifer Walters-centric - Any Universe

Work Description: I'm open to writing a fic based on the ships/characters above based on 2-3 suggestions from the bidder. Higher bids will result in a longer fic and more input, up to my discretion. Minimum 1k, max 5k words.

Ratings: Gen, Teen, Mature, Explicit

Can pods bid on this auction? Yes - Podbids welcome!

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So your stuck in another universe-

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/PvIqJo7 by Ajax_Cipp !!! Heavily inspired by Dark Matter by Mysterycyclone !!! Peter parker is dead, snapped, and now alone and trapped in another universe. The dusted avengers walk alongside him as he tries to figure out how to exist in this dimension, when he can't find a way to go back to his, He meets Tim Drake, hacks into satellites, and breaks several federal laws along the way, while at the same time giving dick Grayson multiple heart attacks because holy baby jesus peter STOP HANGING OUT ON BUILDINGS AND MAKING ORPHAN JOKES IF YOU DON'T WANT PEOPLE TO BE CONCERNED FOR YOU?! Oh and he also might've totally stolen cash from Bruce Wayne, because honestly, why the fuck not. Also peter never accepts help because i eat that trope up just as much as i eat up peter meets batfam fics bffr. Istg the fic is better than this i just suck at summarys Words: 2920, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe, DCU Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Characters: Peter Parker, Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne, Duke Thomas, Tony Stark, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Other Avengers, James "Bucky" Barnes, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Stephen Strange, Felicia Hardy, Batfamily Members, Barbara Gordon, Matt Murdock Additional Tags: Batfamily (DCU), Peter Parker Acts Like a Spider, heavily dark matter inspired, I'm Bad At Tagging, I'm 12 so sorry if this sucks lol, dick grayson is concerned about poor peters health, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Peter Parker is a Little Shit, Hurt Peter Parker, Tim Drake is Sleep Deprived, peter parker is a genius like what, Peter Parker is a Mess, concerned batfam, Misunderstandings, batfam kinda sorta thinks tonys like ngl abusive my fault lol, I EAT THESE FICS UP, peter really has to stop hanging out on buildings, bruce has orphan eyes, Good Parent Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/PvIqJo7