#will ospreay drabble

[delilahcalicocat]

{Do you promise?..}

{Rating: 100% Fluff}

{Warnings: Comfort, Crying, Kissing, Swearing.}

♡-Word Count-♡~ 800

【Pairing: Will Ospreay x Fem! Reader】

《Summary: Will came back after becoming All Elite, Y/N Freaks out in the ring when she sees her Crush, And Will Admits something Shocking...》

[Y/N's POV:]

I was backstage, waiting for my cue to go to the ring. I heard someone say it was time so I went out to the ring curious as a cat.

Tony Announced Will had come to AEW and my reaction in the corner of ring when his music hit was to scream the words 'Holy Fuck its him!' I was near tears when I heard his music again.

Will and Tony talk about plans and then Will grabs the Mic and turns toward me.

"And Thank you to (Y/N), Who Helped me through this whole thing" He said

He gave Tony back the mic and we hugged.

Over the loud sound of the Crowd, He spoke to me.

"(Y/N) Can I tell you something?" He said

"Sure..?" I said

"I've loved you for some time now, and I kinda planned the whole thing so I could surprise you with me returning.." He said

"Really?" I said

"Yeah.." He said with a rose tint to his cheeks

"Do you Promise?" I said

"Yes.." He chuckled

Within seconds of us just becoming an Elite Couple I was crying while he comforted me, the crowd went wild when he had kissed me...

I missed him so much, I'm glad he's back!!

<3

[junglemax]

ospreay’s concerned about kyle’s sudden look, but skye answers things pretty quickly.

set right before roh final battle 2023

[mini drabble]

“Hey, Kyle- whoa! What the hell happened to you, bruv?”

Kyle looks down at himself on the other side of the phone. “What?”

“Kyle, I want you to look at the little picture on your phone that shows yourself and stare real hard at it before coming back to me, alright? You look like you’re about to die, man.”

“What? No, I’m- I’m fine, Will, honest.”

“Your veins are popping out red! That’s not good, mate!”

“It’s nothing! I swear,” Kyle laughs, albeit nervously.

The door next to Kyle opens, and Skye pops her head in. “Hey, you almost done? We gotta leave soon.”

“Yeah, just talkin’ to Will. Will you tell him I’m fine? He thinks I’m about to die, for some reason.”

Skye chuckles and turns to the phone, waving. “Hey. Kyle’s fine, don’t mind the look.”

Will blinks, and stares real hard at Skye, whose veins are also more prominent- however, hers shine blue rather than red. He snaps himself out of it quickly and waves back, a smile growing on his face. “Alright, whatever you say, Skye.”

Kyle gives her a quick kiss on the lips as she slips back out.

Will gives Kyle a cheeky grin. “You sly dog, right before your match? What, was it for good luck?”

“Will!” Kyle groans, covering his now blushing face with one of his hands. “Not cool, mate.”

“Nah, I’m not judging, you know that. It’s just funny,” Will teases. “Who knew she had that kind of power, right?”

“Alright!” Kyle yells, picking up his phone. “I’m done talking to you.”

Will puckers his lips for a mock kiss, “You better win tonight, baby, or you ain’t ever looking like that ever again.”

“Bye, you arse,” Kyle groans, ending the call.

[spine-buster]

Out of the Ordinary - Will Ospreay

I was driving to work one day and heard that Selena Gomez song “It Ain’t Me” on the radio and…well…this scene formed in my head.  Every time I hear that song this scene plays over and over.  I haven’t even watched a Will Ospreay match; I think I’ve seen one clip of an interview he did with Rob Naylor.  I think I have a problem.  My brain works in mysterious ways.

2500+ words.  Serious angst with a dash of fluff at the end.

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- - - 

     When anybody was asked to describe you, the first word they said was pragmatic.  You always thought logically and sensibly, and on more than one occasion you were told you were mature well beyond your years, which you took as a compliment but some saw as a detriment.  Your fellow wrestlers had a strong love/hate relationship with you because of your personality.      Two wrestlers that loved your personality, or at least appreciated it, were your friends Zack Sabre Jr. and Marty Scurll.  Zack, who was a lot like you, took a liking to you early on; Marty took a while to warm up to you, but now that he had, you couldn’t get rid of him.  He routinely expressed to you that you were one of his favourite people.  You didn’t know if that was a good or a bad thing, but you leaned towards good.      Zack, in particular, stuck with you throughout the only time in your life where you didn’t think logically and sensibly, and he was right beside you (now with Marty) when you got out of it.  Three years ago, you began dating Will Ospreay against your better judgement.  You were a newbie, and he was cute, and he kissed you one night at a bar and said the sweetest things to you.  But you were both young, and traveling the word for wrestling, and though you got booked on a lot of the same shows and were together often, it just couldn’t work.  It didn’t work.  

     Just over a year into the relationship, you used that same judgement to end things.  It was hard, but it needed to be done, especially before he could really hurt you.  It hurt you in ways you never revealed to anyone – not Zack, not Marty, nobody.  Barely four weeks later, he was with another girl – a fellow wrestler on the circuit named Maddie.  You convinced everybody it didn’t bother you, and you even worked a few matches against her, always remaining professional.  You wondered if she knew the extent of yours and Will’s relationship.        Touring Europe now, you found yourself in a locker room with Zack and Marty, giving them your thoughts on spots they wanted to do for their match.  Many wrestlers were around – half of which you knew – and Will and Maddie were booked for the show too.  They hadn’t arrived yet, but you were expecting them at any hour.        “You wanna do those rolling Romero specials?” Marty asked Zack.      Hearing the move made alarm bells go off in your brain.  “Don’t,” you interjected quickly.  “I’m doing them in my match.  You can’t do the same spot too.”      “Fine,” Marty nodded his head.  “What other way can I bend your body like a pretzel, Zack?”      “You working against Maddie tonight?” Zack asked you, completely ignoring Marty’s question.      You shook your head.  “I’m working Sadie,” you revealed.  “That’s why we’ve already got the match called.  God forbid Will and Maddie show up on time so we can plan a match beforehand.”      Zack snorted at your comment, knowing Will’s penchant for being late.  Marty huffed out a laugh.  “Are they in a mixed tag tonight?” he asked.  You nodded you head.  “Well then, maybe you could go out there and teach her a few pointers,” Marty commented.      Zack laughed out loud but you could only smirk.  “Be nice, Marty.”      “I am being nice.  A month ago she almost dropped Sadie on her head.”      “She’s still learning,” you said.  “We’re all still learning.  Will’s getting her to practice more aerial stuff like him, so she might be neglecting a bit of the fundamentals.”      “He’s training her and responsible for making her forget the fundamentals?  I should punch him in the face.”      “Marty!” you chastised him.  By this point, Zack was just looking back and forth between the two of you.        “Whatever, he deserves a punch in the face after what he’s been saying,” Marty mumbled.      You saw Zack’s eyes bulge out of their sockets quickly at Marty.  Marty, seeing his reaction, shrugged his shoulders quickly and looked away.  “Why?  What’s he been saying?” you asked.      The boys looked at each other silently, not answering your question.  That was the only clue you needed.  The atmosphere of the room completely changed at this point.  “What has he been saying?” you asked again, slowly.  Still nothing.  “One of you better speak or I’m going to assume the worst.”      “It’s nothing, love,” Zack prefaced.      “It’s bullshit is what it is,” Marty mumbled again.      “What’s going on?” you demanded of your friends.        “You know how Will is…he runs his mouth a lot…and well, he said…he’s been saying, in a couple of locker rooms, really, that you still aren’t over him, which is why you’re still alone, but that you’re also desperate to get married, which is quote unquote pathetic,” Zack revealed.      The hairs on the back of your neck stood up.  You felt like your body was on fire.  “He said what?”      “I told you love, it’s bullshit,” Zack said.  “Nobody believes him, especially the ones that know you.”      “But he still says it,” you said as more of a statement than a question.      “Well…yes.  But I cannot stress this enough…nobody believes him,” Zack repeated.      You looked toward Marty, who was biting his tongue in anger; God knows what kind of expletives he wanted to throw around.  He and Will were friends – they all were – but Marty was quick to call people on their bullshit.  You wondered if he had already said anything to Will.  “What a fucking asshole,” you said, shaking your head.  “He can fuck right off.”      “Don’t do anything stupid,” Zack warned.      You looked at him like he was crazy.  “Me?  Do something stupid?  Do you forget who you’re talking to?” you asked sarcastically.  You were the pragmatic one, remember?  “If nobody believes him, he’s making a bigger ass out of himself than I could,” you said, shrugging it all off.      Zack smiled at your response, knowing he didn’t have to worry about you.  “Good thinking.”      The thing was…when it came to Will, you were stupid. - - -       When Sadie told you Will and Maddie had arrived, you knew it was go time. Your blood had been boiling since Zack and Marty told you about the things Will was saying.  You had managed to keep it cool, but now that you knew that he was here, in the building, you felt like you were about to blow.        You left the women’s locker room, under no suspicion from Sadie, and walked down the hall to the men’s, where you saw the door was slightly ajar.  A bunch of voices could be heard, but that didn’t cloud your train of thought at all – you knew exactly what you were going to do, and exactly what you were going to say.      You opened the door slowly, just enough to see one of your fellow wrestlers lacing up his boots beside the door.  “Hey,” he greeted you.  “Who you looking for?”      You ignored him, opening the door fully until you spotted him, directly across from you, his arm up on the coat hooks, leaning against them as he talked to Maddie.  Of course she was still in the men’s locker room, only stooping to join the female’s room until the last minute.  God forbid she wasn’t attached at Will’s hip every moment of the day.      You darted towards him, ignoring the stares of everyone around you.  Will turned his head towards you at the last possible second, taking his arm off the coat hooks.  The last thing you noticed was the confused look on his face.      “What the fuck is wrong with you?!” you screamed, shoving Will with such force that he actually stumbled back onto the bench seating.  “What the fuck is your problem?!”      “What the fuck are you talking about?” he asked, standing back up.  By this point the room had gone silent, all eyes on you and Will.  Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Marty hold back another wrestler from intervening.        Maddie looked at you like you had just ripped the head off her favourite doll.  “What’s your problem with my boyf --”      “Maddie, unless you want me to spill my ammo on you too, I suggest you stay the fuck out of this ‘cause it has nothing to do with you,” you warned with such venom in your voice you almost scared yourself.  She was just as shocked, her mouth closing as she stayed silent.      You brought your attention back to Will.  His brows were furrowed by now, and you could tell he was angry at the way you were speaking to his girlfriend, but it seemed like he was too scared to say anything.  “How dare you talk behind my back to our colleagues.  How fucking dare you.”      “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he denied it, like you knew he would.      “Oh, so now you’re going to deny talking shit about me?  Really?” you demanded.  “Telling everybody I’m not over you?  That I’m sad and alone and desperate to get married?” you listed the things he’d said.  “How am I the desperate one when you were the one to propose after only six months and I said no?!”      And there it was.  Everyone’s jaws hit the floor in complete shock at what you had just said – everyone except for Will, of course, who was seething.  Nobody, nobody knew he had proposed; not Zack, not Marty, not even his or your parents.  You hadn’t let anyone on about it; it was a secret between the two of you, and it was supposed to stay that way.  And now, it was out in the open.        “Who was the one waiting up for you when you’d go out and party with your bros, huh?” you kept demanding of him.  “Who would go out and get you Gatorade and Advil for your hangovers?  Who was the one who actually let you go out instead of keeping you on a leash?” you made a slight jab at Maddie.  You couldn’t hold anything back at this point.  “And just last week, who was the first person you fucking called that came to pick you up when you were drunk out of your mind wandering the streets of Hamburg since you couldn’t find the hotel?”      He didn’t bother answering you.  He knew, you knew, everyone in the room knew the answer to those questions.  His eyebrows were still furrowed as you huffed and puffed, the anger in you not subsiding any time soon.  There was so much you could say to him – so much you thought about saying to him for two years.  You didn’t know how or when you were going to stop.      “And another thing – it’s one thing to talk to other girls while we’re still together, hanging by a thread,” you began, pointing to Maddie, “but it’s another thing to get with them less than a month after a break-up.  You think I didn’t know?  I fucking knew.  You were a scumbag then and you’re a scumbag now.”  You looked over to Maddie, surprisingly not feeling an inch of remorse.  “Congratulations, sweetie, but a word of warning – the way you get ‘em is the same way you lose ‘em.”      Will clenched his jaw.  Only now had the eerie silence of the room, despite it being full of men, get to you.  You didn’t even know how long you had been standing there, giving your verbal beat down, but you figured now was as good as ever to end it.  “You can fuck off, William Ospreay.  If I ever find out you’ve even looked in my general direction or muttered my name to anyone else I’ll chop off your balls and feed them to you for breakfast.”      With that, you turned on your heels and walked out of the room, every pair of eyes on you.   - - -       The show went on.   Your match went well, and the crowd was very into it.  You went over Sadie, but that only meant she’d go over you in the next show.  You were good friends so you didn’t mind.  She’d heard about your outburst in the men’s locker room and high-fived you for it, telling you that you should have done it sooner.      Will and Maddie finished their match and left early, apparently not wanting to run into you again.  They were staying at a different hotel than you, lucky for them.  You didn’t want to see them either, so you were glad they took the initiative to get the fuck out of dodge.      After changing out of your ring gear and into a pair of black leggings and an oversized sweater, you heard a knock on the dressing room door.  You looked behind you to see who it was.  Without bothering to wait for a response, whoever was on the other side pushed the door open slowly.  Marty revealed himself soon enough.        “Hey.”      “Hi Marty.”      “You almost ready?”      “Yeah, just packing in my shoes,” you said, turning back to finish.      He took the initiative to step inside of the room, closing the door about half way.  He watched you for a few moments, stuffing your shoes into your luggage and zipping it back up before crossing his arms against his chest.  “You okay?”      “I’m fine.  Gonna need a bigger suitcase soon,” you commented.       He watched you for a few more seconds.  “Listen…what happened earlier…”      You spun around to look him in the eye.  “I’m going to hear it from Zack when we get back to the hotel.  I don’t need to hear it from you too.”      “You’re not going to hear it from me,” he said.  “I just…I thought it was very… honourable of you.  I thought it was the right thing to do, to be perfectly honest, and that he had it coming.”      Well, those were words you didn’t expect to hear from him.  “Is this some sort of reverse psychology thing?”      Marty chuckled slightly.  “No, I actually think that, darling,” he said.        “Well, thanks,” you said, turning back quickly to lift your luggage off the bench and extend the handle.  You knew you could always count on him.      “Listen,” you heard his voice again as you faced away from him.  “I was thinking… once we get back to the hotel I could, you know, buy you a drink…you know, since uh, you probably obviously need it,” he stumbled through the sentence.        Still facing away from him, your eyebrows rose.  Did he just say what you think he just said?  Was that subtext really there?  Oh, Marty.  Marty Marty Marty.      You spun around to see him looking at you, desperate for an answer.  You would never reveal to him how anxious he truly looked.  “Come here,” you said.      “What?”      “Marty, just come here,” you repeated.      He followed your command, approaching you and standing inches apart from you.  “You’re going to go through an entire night of buying me drink after drink, and maybe even food, just for an opportunity to maybe kiss me at the end of the night?”      Marty huffed out a laugh, bringing his arm up to scratch the back of his neck.  “Well when you put it like that…yes.”      “Can I save you the time and the money and just kiss you now?”      You were pragmatic, after all.

[phyreblue]

Teaser for Ospreay/Takahashi Drabble

Thanks to @vipervenomisgoodforyou for reblogging all of the gifs of Will and Hiromu's furry flirting. There is more but it's not complete...yet. 😉

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There was barely an inch between their bodies but Will couldn't stop the shiver that ran through him. "Hiro," he breathed, shivering again as Hiromu's fingers stroked down the back of his head. "You are such a good cat," Hiromu whispered, leaning in until his lips nearly touched Will's earlobe. Will groaned and tilted his head towards Hiromu's, his cheek rubbing against the softness of his hair. Hiromu's fingers trailed around to the side of Will's head, fingernails gently scratching just beneath his ear. "Fuck," Will gasped, pressing his head against Hiromu's caressing hand. "Good kitty," Hiromu murmured, smiling happily while pressing Will against the wall behind him.

The soft petting continued, Will slowly dropping to his knees as his eyes closed. He couldn't explain why he was doing this but he seemed to need it. He rubbed his cheek against Hiromu's thigh and got another soft scratch down the back of his head. He heard Hiromu make a pleased sound and then his eyes snapped open when the heat of Hiromu's body was gone. Looking around, he saw Hiromu sitting on the foot of the hotel bed. "Hiro?" he asked quietly. A gentle but heated smile curved the other man's lips. He crooked a finger at Will.

"Here, kitty, kitty."

[ohnojustimagine]

Too High, Can’t Come Down

Bushi/Reader; fluffy-ish, drabble

Set during the show on 11/1. (When Bushi came out and misted Ospreay to set up their fight at Power Struggle.)

-

You're backstage with him after his match, and he's restless enough that you know something else is going on, that the night's not finished. So you don't say anything when he slips away, instead watching one of the screens, not surprised when a hooded figure rushes the ring and spits mist into Ospreay's face. And you smile to yourself, because you know why, the count out resounding loud enough that you can hear it even back here, one, two, three as the Birds of Prey lose.

Ospreay's furious, of course, calling him out, but Bushi only stands there, hands behind his head as he smiles, tongue licking out, dark enough to match his painted lips.

He finds you, after, and he's still smiling, the green of it almost black in his mouth, like something not quite human, hidden behind the mask.

"You got your match," you say.

"I did," he replies. There are people are around you, but neither of you care, wrapped up in each other as he backs you up against the nearest wall.

His hand is on your throat, gentle, fingers consciously delicate on your skin, stroking as he stares at you, his eyes brilliant and gleaming.

You taste bitterness as he kisses you, the poison making your lips tingle, but his tongue is soft and full in your mouth, venom so sweet and tender you want to drown yourself in it, swallowing down.

[mowsemeigeni]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 新日本プロレス | New Japan Pro-Wrestling, Professional Wrestling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jay White/Will Ospreay Characters: Jay White, Will Ospreay Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Kayfabe Compliant, Drabble Summary:

A drabble about Will wanting to know why Jay is so mean on Twitter...

[deepdisireslonging]

Wrestling Masterlist

S = Smut     A = Angst   F = Fluff    AR = Answered Request

Adam Cole

    A Bunch of New Things (AR, S, F)

Adam “Hangman” Page

   Saddle Up (AR, S)

   Here for the Party (S)

   Height-Ho (F, S)

AJ Styles

   Tell Me (AR, S)

Aleister Black/Malaki Black

   Bite Me (AR, Ficlet, S)

   That’s Not My Name (AR, S)

   Into the Darkness (Challenge, Highlander Immortals AU)

   You’re Hot When You’re Angry (AR, Drabble, A, S)

Alexa Bliss

   What I Started (AR, S, F|F)

Baron Corbin

   Preparing for the Future (A, F, S, Breeding Kink)

   You’re in Charge (AR, Ficlet, S)

   That Scares Me (AR, Ficlet, F)

Becky Lynch

   I’ll Get Mine (AR, S, F|F)

Braun Strowman

   Past Looking (Male Reader, AR, S, F, M|M)

   Just a Touch (AR, S, F, Plus Sized!Reader)

   The Aftermath (AR, F, Ficlet)

Buddy Murphy/Buddy Matthews

   Plus One (TransMale!Reader, AR, F, M|M) 

Cesaro/ Claudio Castagnoli

   Pool Toss (Imagine)

   Only Yours (AR, A, S)

   Stop Bitting that Lip (AR, Ficlet, S)

   I Don’t Share (AR, Ficlet, S)

   Impatient (Ficlet, implied S)

   A Beautiful Trouble (AR, F, S, Curvy!Reader)

   Rain Check (F, A, Book/Coffee Shop AU)

Dean Ambrose/ Jon Moxley

   Not Just Fucking Friends (AR, Ficlet, S)

  Since When (AR, S, F, Breeding Kink)

  A Champion’s Reward (Mox, AR, S, Daddy/Biting Kink) 

  Bite Me (Vampire!Mox, A, Horror)

Dolph Ziggler

    Mutual Holds (Plus!Reader, AR, S, kinky af)

    Quite the Show (AR, S)

    Your Champion (AR, S, Age Difference)

Drake Maverick 

    The Process of a Birthday Wish (AR, S, F)

    My Favorite Things (AR, A, S, F)

    Prove It (AR, S, Plus!Reader)

Drew McIntyre

    Let Him Know (AR, S)

    Not Just Friends (AR, Ficlet, A)

EC3 (Ethan Carter III)

    Ego vs. Confidence (AR, F, S)

    Another Good Morning (AR, S, F)

    The Best of Accidents (AR, A, F)

Elias Samson 

  Elias Masterlist

Finn Balor/Prince Devitt

  Balor/Devitt Masterlist  

Jack Gallagher  

    Snow Kisses (F)

    Kitchen Secrets (F)

Jack Swagger/Jack Hager

   Don’t Rush This (AR, A, S, F)

Jey Uso

    For Honor and Love (AR, F, Implied S)

Jimmy Uso

   If We Get Caught (AR, Ficlet, S)

Jordan Devlin (NXT UK)

   Save It For Morning (AR, F, A)

   Let’s Get Away (AR, F)

   Par - Bat - Right (AR, F)

Kalisto

   Sex With Kalisto Would Include (AR, F, S, Gender-Neutral Reader)

Kenny Omega

  Kenny Omega Masterlist

Maxwell Jacob Friedman/ MJF

   A Tease of the Worst Kind (S, Ficlet)

   Finish Me (S, Ficlet)

   Power Struggle (Whump)

   STFU (S, Summer Song-Fic Playlist)

Mojo Rawley

    Flawless (Plus!Reader, AR, S)

Naomi

   Just a Love Tap (AR, S, F|F)

Neville/Pac

    My King (S)

Noam Dar

    If My Lady Requests (AR, S, F)

    We’ve Missed You (AR, S, F)

    Fourth or Fifth of July (AR, F, S)

     Pt 2:  Trick and Treats (Finn/R/Noam Dar, AR, S)

Pete Dunne

     A Pretty Mess (AR, S, F, Sub!Pete)

Pete Dunne x Reader x Tyler Bate

     Which One? (AR, F, S, threesome)

Peyton Royce

     No More Whispers (AR, A, S, F|F)

Rezar (AOP)

     Hard Feelings (AR, A, S, Trans!OC)   

Ricochet

    Happy to Help (Male!Reader, AR, F, implied S, M|M)

    Dating/Sex With Ricochet Would Include... (AR, F, S, Headcanons)

Ricky Starks

   Broken Negotiations (A, Whump)

   Surrender (A, Whump)

Roman Reigns  

  Roman Reigns Masterlist 

Rosemary (TNA)

   Doubt Comes In (AR, A, F, S, F|F)

Sami Zayn  

    Cappuccino, Right? (F)

    To Heaven and Back (AR, F, A, S, Plus!Reader)

    I Can’t Breathe (AR, A, F, Ficlet)

    Not Letting Go (AR, F, S, Ficlet)

Samoa Joe

    Loyalties (AR, S)

    All His (S)

    Ready or Not (AR, S, Virgin!Reader)

Seth Rollins

    Any Other Night (AR, A, S)

    Break Each Other’s Hearts Again (AR, F, A, S) 

        Relapse (Alternate Ending) (A, S)

    Pretty Little Thing (AR, F, S)

    Why Not (AR, A, S)

    Because of You (AR, A, F, S)

    Break You Apart (AR, S, F, Ambrose!Reader)

Sheamus 

    The Doctor Called (F)

    Getting Lucky (S, St. Patrick’s Day)

    I Can Wait (A, F)

    I Am More (A, F)

Tommaso Ciampa

    Angel of NXT (AR, S)

    I’m In Charge (AR, S)

Wardlow

   Do You Remember When (A, S)

   A Stranger in My Head (S, Horror)

Will Ospreay

   A Good Handle on Things (S, F)

Xavier Woods

   Tongue Control (AR, S, F)

   Distraction at It’s Finest (S, F)

Three-some Fics

Other: Original Works and Series

  Randy Orton, Seth Rollins, Elias Samson Underwater Wrestling: Champion of the Sea (AR, no pairing)

 Dom Drabble Collection: A series of requests for ‘some kinky, rough, spanking, Dom’ Roman Reigns, Jeff Hardy, Baron Corbin, Pete Dunn, Aleister Black 

 Sister in Arms: Finn can’t seem to shake the effects of his feud with Bray Wyatt, so an old friend comes to help. Then Y/N finds herself battling on two fronts: in the ring and in her mind.  [Series Masterlist] 

  At Any Cost:  Weeks of interruptions from either side led the reader and Elias to the Elimination Chamber. Not only is a Wrestlemania moment up for grabs, but also the chance to prove who is the better wrestler and the better man. [Series Masterlist]

  Finn Balor NSFW Alphabet: A unique version of the NSFW Alphabet to enjoy the differences between Finn and Balor and their relationship with the reader.  [Series Masterlist]  (In Process)

  Family Found:  When Y/N joins the journalism crew of WWE, she is trying to make a name for herself. Then her missing past begins to catch up to her, and she finds herself capable of filling a void she never thought could be filled again. [Series Masterlist]

  Thicker Than Blood (Family Found Rewrite): The Reader, newly shifted from NXT to Raw, makes an immediate statement. What follows is unprecedented wrestling: two companies destined to meet in head-to-head competition. And to boot, she has a personal battle to face. [Series Masterlist]

   Marvel/WWE Crossover: New tech in the rooms gives the reader the chance to meet her heroes.  Almost Real

   Terra’s Anti-Valentine’s Angst Challenge:  The Reader was betrayed by a close friend. When she’s saved from further pain, she can’t seem to do anything but run in the opposite direction, despite the positive possibilities. Broken Chances 

   Betrayal at Every Turn:  Serena has everything going for her. She’s on the rise in the women’s division, and she’s made powerful allies. When Serena’s world shatters, is she willing to accept help to pick up the pieces? Can she trust anyone? [Series Masterlist]

   Mox/Ambrose/Shaw NSFW Alphabet:  A unique version of the NSFW Alphabet to observe the differences between Jon’s many voices and his relationship with the reader. [Series Masterlist] (In process)

   Heartstrings: Ana Lupo has convinced herself of several things. All she needs is music, war is not coming, and she has no interest in Elias. Life after college has a way of proving her wrong. Can she find her center in the one who claims to know her heart the best, and keep him too? [Series Masterlist] 

   Haunted by the House of Black: {One Shot} What it would be like to feel like you’re being watched… by something not of this plane? Lingering touches that first startle, then intrigue? All of the ghostly members of the team take turns feeling up the reader until you give in and do your best to live through the pleasure.

[delilahcalicocat]

♤{Never Leave Again..}♤

{Rating: "it's so Fluffy I'm gonna die!"}

【Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Abandonment, Crying, short reunion of couple, Wrestling match injury, Blood, Kissing, Little smidge of smut before it stops.】

🚾: Around 1k

〔Pairing: Adam Cole & Rachelle White〕

《Summary: Adam Cole comes back after World's End to surprise his Girlfriend of 3 years, since he's been on the road for 4 months (I'm working on one of these with Will Ospreay) But she breaks down instead not expecting him to return until late March》

[Rachelle's POV:]

I was watching AEW replays on my TV, my apartment was a mess. I'd been hit with alot of sadness this week, I was missing my boyfriend Adam.. Roderick had come to pick him up from my apartment 4 months ago, and i had felt abandoned.. I was lying on my couch while the TV played the AEW sound, I almost fell asleep until I heard a knock at my door. I had quickly opened it to See Adam, my Boyfriend! He'd come back, without his friends too.

I hugged him and began to cry.. I couldn't control myself

"Dove... Calm down" He said

"I'm sorry, I've just been going through alot.." I sighed

"It's fine, I'll call Taven and Bennett, you go shower and I'll fix this place up." He said

"Ok." I hummed

I began to start the shower and began to shower, I had felt so much better than before.

MEANWHILE:

『Matt Taven's POV:』

Me and Mike were called over to Rachelle's Place by Adam, we've been there a couple times. But not really in a weird way, most of the time Adam just wanted to stream games with us.

But Adam needed our help this time, He got a bad injury 3 months ago and broke his Ankle, so it's still healing up. I had no problem with helping Adam, but Mike clearly did. He complained the entire drive there until Roderick Slapped his face.

We arrived at The house and walked inside, We had to Help Adam with a couple random dishes that were everywhere, I was lucky I had brought Adam that Blanket He'd gotten specifically for Rachelle, So I while I was busy with the dishes, Mike was Vacuuming the floor, and Roddy was busy scrubbing and deep cleaning the table.

<After Rachelle Gets out of the shower>

[Rachelle's POV:]

I got out of the Shower and went to my room, I grabbed one of Adam's old Tees and threw it on with a pair of shorts.

I went into the living and was shocked at what Adam accomplished with the boys, I felt so bad for Mike and Matt though, since they got cut a couple times and were now bleeding a smidge.

I sat down on the couch and Adam put on some random show, he then decided to jokingly grab my ass while everyone was looking.

"Adam!" I slapped his hand playfully

"What? They've heard us before." He smirked

"Why!" I blushed heavily "How could you?"

"What. Sometimes my match doesn't drain my adrenaline. You help." He chuckled

"They probably wish they could have you like me Dove~" Adam Whispered against my neck

I shivered in instinct.

"You two should kiss!" Mike joked

Adam Captured my lips and trapped me in a heated kiss

"Got anything to say boys?" Adam Joked

"Can We never leave again?" Roddy Joked

"I mean if it's Ok with my Rae-Rae." Adam Said

I nodded yes as I was still blushing from the kiss mere seconds ago

"Well, I guess welcome home guys" Adam joked again

They've been with us for awhile and are fine with the occasional no night of sleep or locker room being locked after a match. Heh.

Guess they are best friends after all..

「The End」

[spine-buster]

DRABBLE REQUESTS OPENING!

To celebrate the major milestone of reaching 100 followers, I will be taking drabble requests based off the prompt list included below.  It’s a narrowed-down, custom list based on the longer one HERE.  

Send ONE wrestler’s name and the number you want to be completed!

Please remember these are drabble/imagine requests, not full-blown fics.  I will aim to make them anywhere between 250-750 words but I can’t guarantee anything in terms of length.  Some I will be super inspired by, others I will not.

Wrestlers I write for include: Sami Zayn, Finn Balor, Kenny Omega, Adam Cole, Marty Scurll, Zack Sabre Jr., Seth Rollins, Dean Ambrose, Cesaro, Noam Dar, and I will venture out and include Pete Dunne, Tyler Bate, and Will Ospreay even though I just got into them recently and don’t know too much about them (yet!).   

Requests will be completed in no particular order.  

DRABBLE LIST 1. “Shhh, you’re safe.  I won’t let you go.” 2. “It’s not a double date.  We’re just third and fourth wheeling.” 3. “No no – it’s alright, come here.” 4. “Mmm…you’re warm.” 5. “Please talk to me about it.” 6. “I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror.” 7. “I can’t believe I got a first date, let alone a year.” 8. “I want to try for a baby.” 9. “Why do you run away from your problems all the time?” 10. “You can’t keep it all inside, you know?  Bottling it up won’t do any good.” 11. “Were you ever going to tell me? 12. “I’m done trying to help you.” 13. “I tried to move on, but nobody is you.” 14. “Does it look like I’ve moved on?” 15. “I can’t take the loneliness anymore.” 16. “I feel like everyone just forgot I exist.” 17. “It’s like you want to ruin other men/women for me.” 18. “You’re so sexy when you’re all hot and bothered.” 19. “Do you know how bad I want you?” 20. “Come sit on my lap.”