Marvel: Bucky Barnes, Erik Killmonger, Kevin Ford, Loki, Steve Rogers, and Ulysses Klaue
Supernatural: Dean and Sam Winchester, Castiel, and Lucifer
WWE: 205 Live, Baron Corbin, Buddy Murphy, Cesaro, Elias Samson, Finn Balor, Jack Gallagher, Mojo Rawley, Neville, Noam Dar, Roman Reigns, Sami Zayn, Samoa Joe, Sheamus, Tommaso Ciampa, and either Uso.
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Pairing: Reader x Jack Gallagher, appearances by Roman Reigns and Xavier Woods
Warning: Snow fluff, giggle alert
Word Count: <500
Note: My first WWE fic! This came out of nowhere but made me giggly. I’m using everyone’s wrestler names for clarity. Please let me know what you think of it! And please like, reblog, and send me more WWE fic ideas.
Roman nearly collided with you around a corner. “Y/N, it’s snowing outside!”
You raced Roman to the arena garage, trying to be the first one out in the fluff. It was falling heavily and sticking to every surface in sight. You spun around in it, giggling as the cold stuck to your cheeks and hair.
It seems it had been falling for a while because the cars outside were already heavily dusted. Dusted enough to clump together.
“Hey, Ro…”
He didn’t have enough time to react till the snowball hit him full in the face. You bent in half with laughter as he sputtered and shook.
“Oh, it’s on now, little girl.” He raked his big hands over a windshield and made a ball twice as big as yours. Thankfully you were always good at dodgeball.
“Snowball fight!” Xavier ran out and caught a hit in the chest meant for you. In minutes, there were at least ten wrestlers in the parking lot throwing everything they could at each other.
A spark of red hair caught your attention, becoming your next target.
“Bloody hell!” Jack said. The snowball had hit his shoulder, spraying his face as it broke apart. He glared at you till it morphed into a smirk. “Do not think I will go easy on you just because you are a lady.”
“Please don’t,” you sassed. You ran further into the parking lot, laughing as the snow began to fall heavier in big wet clumps. You turned with fresh ammunition, only to drop it as your face was filled with snow. Jack crowed with delight as you shuddered. He was by your side in an instant.
“Let’s get that warmed up, shall we?” He pressed his nose to yours, then tilted to kiss you. You would have been warm had the next snowball not caught the both of you.
Roman stood frozen, waiting for your paired reaction.
You looked at Jack, and he smirked at you. As one you each formed a snow ball.
“Oh, shi…” Roman dashed to one side, missing Jack’s throw. Yours, on the other hand, hit him in the chin. He recovered quickly and dove into the fray, peppering The New Day with snowball after snowball behind their car fort.
“What do you say we find a warm corner and have some cocoa?” Jack hugged you close.
“It’s going to be quite the gauntlet.” You nodded towards the volley of snowy projectiles between you and the gate.
“Then I suggest we run.”
You squealed as he pulled you after him, shrieking when you got hit. You dumped one last handful of snow down the back of his neck before he reached the gate, then raced away with him close on your heels.
It snowed today; wanted to reblog one of my low-key favorites…
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 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] (In Process)
Marvel/WWE Crossover: New tech in the rooms gives the reader the chance to meet her heroes. Almost Real
The cruiserweights come over to your place for a dinner party. You’re friendlier with Jack in more ways than they realise.
Pairing: Jack Gallagher x reader
Warnings: Food mentions, cooking fluff, comments of smut
Word Count: 770+
Note: This came out of the blue, but I like it. Let me know if you like it too by liking, reblogging, or leaving a comment. Send me a request if there’s someone in the WWE universe (or another fandom) who needs a fic! (Or if you have a good idea and don’t want to write it yourself.)
“Are you sure Ariya’s not coming? I’d hate for him to show up and not have a place.” You nervously rotated a plate so the centre design would perfectly face the attendee.
“I can show you the text again if you’d like.” Jack pulled out his phone, but you waved it away. Jack watched as you fidgeted with just about every place setting. He sighed and pulled you to him so he could kiss your forehead. “Y/N, everything looks perfect.”
You took a deep breath, pulling his arms tighter around you. “Thanks for coming early to help me cook,” you said, your voice muffled by his vest.
“My pleasure darling, anytime.”
The doorbell rang, making you instantly split apart. Your relationship was a secret. Not because it had to be, but because you both liked the quiet.
Alicia Fox walked in as Noam Dar held open your door. “Oh sweetie, everything looks wonderful.”
“Thanks. Jack’s already here, so it means we’re only missing one more.”
Noam stayed by the door. “Neville’s on his way in; he was right behind us.” The guys walked to the table together laughing as Noam tried to take the bottle of wine from Neville. Even so, Noam made sure he was bartender for the night.
Fixing dessert had to wait till everyone was done. Jack jumped to his feet to help you while the others stayed at the table. He gave your hand a squeeze below the counter line.
“They fit well together, don’t they?” Alicia nodded towards the two of you.
“Y/N and Jack?” Neville followed her gaze.
“Yes! Why not? Look how at ease they are around each other.”
Noam sighed and shook his head. “You’re going to try to get them together, aren’t you?”
“You bet I am.”
You cast a sideways glance towards the group as they continued to talk around the dining room table. “Do you think we should tell them?” you whispered, bumping Jack’s hip with yours.
“They’ll figure it out eventually. Where’d you put the raspberries?”
“In the fridge. They keep staring at us like we’re going to make out any second now.”
Jack chuckled and leant down to whisper in your ear. “Maybe we should. Give them a show.”
“Jack!” You giggled quietly as he took the tray from you and put it in the oven. He helped you clean up the kitchen while the cakes baked. You resisted the urge to spray him with the hose when he slid an arm around your waist. He dashed away to grab a towel before you could do anything, though.
“He knows his way around pretty well,” Neville noted. “Too well.”
“Don’t you start,” Noam groaned. “And don’t be so nosy. We can’t hear anything they’re saying. She’s probably giving him directions.”
“Hmm.”
Twenty minutes after they went in, the cakes were ready and served with wine. You collapsed on the couch next to Jack after finishing yours. As he wrapped an arm over the back of the couch, you absentmindedly leant into his chest.
Neville looked at Alicia who practically bouncing in her seat and eyed you mischievously. “So. How long have you two been dating?”
You smiled into your glass as you felt Jack tense and stutter next to you. You shared a glance, then laughed as Jack answered.
“Since about the Royal Rumble.”
Alicia nearly dropped her plate, “I knew it!”
“Took you guys long enough,” Jack mumbled. You giggled and stole a raspberry off his plate, popping it into your mouth. He sat down the plate and pinned your arms to your side. His eyes glittered, distracting you from the whipped cream on his finger. With a triumphant “ha!” he flicked it onto your nose.
Noam pulled a face. “Now you guys are just disgusting…”
“…ly cute!” Alicia finished.
Neville stood up hastily. “That was a wonderful dinner; thank you Y/N. And Jack.” He kicked Noam’s foot on his way to the door.
Noam sprang to his feet. “Yes. Wonderful. We’ll have to do this again sometime. Let me get your coat, Alicia.”
“I didn’t bring a coat.”
You wondered if she was picking up on their wavelengths and halfway worried that she wouldn’t want to leave.
“Next time I’ll cook. Or get us invited to Cesaro’s.” She gave you a hug and whispered in your ear, “don’t get too freaky. He’s got to fight tomorrow night.” She laughed as you tried to hide your blush.
Like a boomerang tornado, they were gone as quickly as they had come in several hours ago, leaving you and Jack to the silence. You winked at him.
Pairing: Reader x Jack Gallagher, appearances by Roman Reigns and Xavier Woods
Warning: Snow fluff, giggle alert
Word Count: <500
Note: My first WWE fic! This came out of nowhere but made me giggly. I’m using everyone’s wrestler names for clarity. Please let me know what you think of it! And please like, reblog, and send me more WWE fic ideas.
Roman nearly collided with you around a corner. “Y/N, it’s snowing outside!”
You raced Roman to the arena garage, trying to be the first one out in the fluff. It was falling heavily and sticking to every surface in sight. You spun around in it, giggling as the cold stuck to your cheeks and hair.
It seems it had been falling for a while because the cars outside were already heavily dusted. Dusted enough to clump together.
“Hey, Ro…”
He didn’t have enough time to react till the snowball hit him full in the face. You bent in half with laughter as he sputtered and shook.
“Oh, it’s on now, little girl.” He raked his big hands over a windshield and made a ball twice as big as yours. Thankfully you were always good at dodgeball.
“Snowball fight!” Xavier ran out and caught a hit in the chest meant for you. In minutes, there were at least ten wrestlers in the parking lot throwing everything they could at each other.
A spark of red hair caught your attention, becoming your next target.
“Bloody hell!” Jack said. The snowball had hit his shoulder, spraying his face as it broke apart. He glared at you till it morphed into a smirk. “Do not think I will go easy on you just because you are a lady.”
“Please don’t,” you sassed. You ran further into the parking lot, laughing as the snow began to fall heavier in big wet clumps. You turned with fresh ammunition, only to drop it as your face was filled with snow. Jack crowed with delight as you shuddered. He was by your side in an instant.
“Let’s get that warmed up, shall we?” He pressed his nose to yours, then tilted to kiss you. You would have been warm had the next snowball not caught the both of you.
Roman stood frozen, waiting for your paired reaction.
You looked at Jack, and he smirked at you. As one you each formed a snow ball.
“Oh, shi…” Roman dashed to one side, missing Jack’s throw. Yours, on the other hand, hit him in the chin. He recovered quickly and dove into the fray, peppering The New Day with snowball after snowball behind their car fort.
“What do you say we find a warm corner and have some cocoa?” Jack hugged you close.
“It’s going to be quite the gauntlet.” You nodded towards the volley of snowy projectiles between you and the gate.
“Then I suggest we run.”
You squealed as he pulled you after him, shrieking when you got hit. You dumped one last handful of snow down the back of his neck before he reached the gate, then raced away with him close on your heels.
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