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G – Giggle
No two are exactly alike. There’s the light “you’re adorable” and the dark “watch it now, little girl.” There are the public giggles. Restrained. But they exist. Fangirls spend hours making and watching videos of them, but you get the real thing. You watch the videos too when he’s away. But they are nothing like the ones you hear on the phone when he laughs about something Ambrose did. When you had a witty comeback for another Diva or Miz. When he knows you’re flirting shamelessly and trying to get him to do something about it. When he finally catches and pins you for kisses or tickling or sweet torture. The giggles that rumble in his chest while it’s pressed against yours are your favorite.
When you are paired up with Kevin Owens for a crack-match, Finn is smuggled in to have your back.
Pairing: Finn Balor x Reader
Warnings: language, wrestling violence, fluff
Word Count: 1860+
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As you walked down the back corridor, you saw Xavier Woods poke his head around the corner in front of you. He ran the other way. You could hear his whispers bouncing off the cinderblock walls, “she’s coming.” You picked up your pace. If there was a prank headed your way you wanted to outrun him.
In the lounge area, The New Day was circled around something.
“You’re too late. I’m already here,” you started.
Kofi glanced up at you and said into the circle, “but she’s teamed up with Kevin Owens tonight.”
You heard a growl. Then Finn pushed the others away.
“You’re what?!”
“Finn? What are you doing here?” What was he doing here? You were moved to Smackdown during the shake-up, despite your teaming up with the Demon King.
“They kidnapped me after Raw last night for what turned out to be a good reason. But I asked you first. Why are you teamed up with Owens?” His voice wasn’t dangerous yet, but it was getting there. You were slowly learning his various tones in a relationship you had mostly been able to keep from the fans.
“Becky Lynch and I aren’t the best of friends at the moment, and she’s teamed up with Styles… who hates Owens. Shane wanted a co-ed match… and I got shanghaied into it. Looks like there’s been a lot of that around here of late.” You shot a look at the trio, reminding them that they were still in trouble. Xavier stepped forward.
“We thought you could use some extra back-up. Owens has a history of turning on his partners, even ones who thought they were his friend.”
“I suffer from so such illusion.” You turned back to Finn, who was looking at you with a hard look on his face.
“He’s a snake.”
“Technically, ‘Viper’ Orton is the snake,” you chuckled. “Either way, I’ve got this.” You groaned as Finn clenched his jaw. “You’re not leaving till after my match, are you?”
“No, Y/N.” He held up a hand to stop you from talking. “I know you can handle yourself, but I’m going to have your back the second Owens turns on you. Deal?”
“Only if you promise not to interfere unless absolutely necessary. If you do it too soon and get the match disqualified, I’ll have to team up with him again. As for you three… you can’t do anything either. If anything, I don’t want to see you guys by the ring at all.” You sighed. “You could have just called Sami. He knows Finn would kill him if anything were to happen to me. Even if he is busy dealing with Baron again.”
“Now he can focus,” Finn said. He pulled you close and kissed your temple.
“And promise you’ll keep out of sight. You’ve got a lot of enemies here, too.”
“Promise.”
You stayed on the stage as your music morphed into Finn’s. AJ and Becky were livid, and Kevin didn’t look so happy either. It didn’t matter if they approved or not. For all you said earlier, it felt good to know Finn was watching your back.
He emerged from the smoke a few seconds later. The crowd erupted as he took your hand and walked with you down to the ring.
“I still don’t like the idea of this alliance,” he whispered.
“It is not an alliance. It’s… business.”
Finn gave your hand a tight squeeze before holding the ropes open for you. He dropped to the floor and backed off like you asked him too. Hopefully, you wouldn’t have to risk any management backlash if he did have to get involved.
The bell rang, starting the match.
Kevin ducked under the ropes to let you fight first. AJ backed away with a smile, which Becky mirrored as she walked towards you. The two of you exchanged fists and slaps to each other’s chests till you staggered back. Already your breath was coming out in short bursts.
“Come on, Y/N!” you heard from ringside. Finn continued to shout encouragement and shot up a ‘too sweet.’ You took his words to heart and surged forward, chasing Becky to an open corner. You jumped up on the ropes. The crowd counted the blows you rained on her to ten before you jumped back. You couldn’t help but grin as she sagged on her feet. She cried out in alarm as you pulled her from the corner, feigning a slingshot. Instead, you jumped up and kicked her in the chest. Becky bounced off the ropes and sent you to the canvas with a clothesline.
By the time you got to your feet, she had tagged in AJ. He sauntered into the ring, waiting for you to tag in Kevin. His eyebrows shot up as you stayed put and raised your fists. He looked past you and you followed his gaze. Kevin was angrily straining against the ropes, arm outstretched and ready for a tag.
A tag you denied him.
Instead, you jumped to roundhouse AJ in the face. He staggered back with a growl, then ran at you. A light breeze blew over you as he swung and missed. You hit the deck and rolled out of the way of a kick. If he caught you, the match would be over too soon. In rolling, you accidentally found yourself in your own corner and felt a slap on your shoulder as Kevin tagged himself in. He and AJ had at it while Finn came to stand by your feet.
“You really do have this under control, don’t you?” he called up to you.
“Was there any doubt?” You grinned at him but had to break away as AJ kicked Kevin into the corner, almost knocking you off the edge. You took the chance to tag yourself in and leaped over the ropes, nailing AJ in the chest.
He went flying towards the middle of the ring. He scrambled to his corner after he landed, and tagged in Becky again. She entered quickly but danced around the ring. She pulled back for a strike, then retreated while looking past your shoulder.
“Y/N, watch your six!” Finn shouted.
You turned just in time to see the fist coming, and to take evasive action. Kevin stumbled when the punch collided with nothing but air. He looked up at you, then glanced at AJ and Becky on the other side of the ring.
“Give us a moment, please,” you asked the opposing team. Then you launched the hardest hit you could muster into Kevin’s jaw. He spun with the hit and landed on the canvas hard, making it bounce before he rolled under the ropes. You turned back to AJ and Becky and raised your fists. “Guess I’m on my own now.”
Becky jumped back in. You met her in a headlock before she shoved you down into the canvas. From the corner of your eye, you saw Kevin stand on the outside of the ropes. Becky fell on top of you for the pin, but you twisted and trapped her feet above her.
The crowd counted with the ref, “One! Two! Three!”
You released her and let the ref raise your hand. He reached back to pull in Kevin as Becky and AJ rolled out of the ring. Kevin refused to let his hand be raised and moved to stand with them outside the ring. The ref left quickly. Finn was by your side in an instant, ready for any tricks.
Then the arena swelled with a mix of cheers and boos.
“It was a trap,” you murmured, feeling your blood run cold.
All around the stadium, the heels of Smackdown started to make their way to the ring. A few faces too that had bad blood with Finn or you, or both. They each found a spot in the growing circle around the ring but didn’t move to get in.
Finn pressed his back against yours. You could feel the adrenaline flowing off him.
Your heart leaped in your chest as Sami began to make his way down the ramp. At least there would be three of you.
He slowed as he neared the circle; Randy and Naomi stepped away to let him through. Finn met him at the ropes, but Sami didn’t step in. Low words were exchanged. Finn’s shoulders tensed. They shook hands. Then Sami jumped back to the floor and joined the circle, sending a collective gasp through the crowd. Finn quickly backed up to you again as Sami received a mic.
“Any last words, Demon King?” He grinned as a few people chuckled. The arena was silent as he tossed the mic towards Finn’s feet.
You wanted to kick it away, but Finn swept it up off the canvas. He nodded at Sami, who had a huge knowing grin on his face, and turned to face you, holding the mic between you.
“Y/N, we haven’t been together long, but I knew from the first moment I met you…” Finn ran his hand through his hair. “I… we… oops. This is not going anywhere near as planned.”
What was he doing? Smackdown’s roster wasn’t going to kill you. Even the heavy amount of bruising and imminent internal injuries wasn’t worth this speech.
“I’ll try again. Before I met you, I found it difficult keeping Balor fully at bay. I would lose control and put myself and my teammates’ lives at risk. You brought a calm with you, Y/N. Then my heart began to wonder, ‘why is Y/N so perfect?’ The way you laugh and smile in and outside of the ring glows all around you every day. I could study the stars for their entire existence and never find a light as perfect as yours.”
Your heart thundered in your chest. What the hell was he doing?
“That leaves me with just one more question for the rest of eternity.”
Finn sank to one knee and your heart stopped.
“Y/N Y/L/N, would you grant me the greatest honor of being my wife?” Finn dropped the mic and held up a small black velvet box. He popped the cover to reveal a red diamond ringed in tiny pearls. His grandmother’s ring.
Your hands flew to cover your mouth, muffling “you bastard!” Finn smiled and stood as you shook your head yes. He slid the ring on your finger and held you close.
“You better watch your language, love,” he murmured into your hair, “that’s your future mother-in-law you’re insulting.”
As he spun you around, you saw familiar faces from Raw hidden in the cheering crowd. Your whole family was there while you held your whole world in your arms.
“How’d you sneak in the ring?”
“Sami gave it to me just now.”
“The kidnapping?”
“A ruse to explain why I was on Smackdown. Though I was ready to have your back against Kevin.”
You laughed through the tears beginning to blur your vision. “So we don’t have to fight everyone?”
Finn set you down and stepped back. “Not unless you really want too.”
You covered up his smug smile with a kiss that was to be the first of many.
Y/N is new to WWE, but she was going to inevitably show up on Creed’s gaming show. She has no idea how much Fergal is going to take delight in helping her fill the full VR experience.
Pairing: Finn Balor/Fergal Devitt x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings: scary clowns, FLUFF, giggles, and tickles, and frights (oh my!)
Word Count: 650+
Note: My first Finn fic! Please let me know how you like it by leaving a comment and/or liking and reblogging. Enjoy:
“Welcome to Up Up Down Down! I’m your host, Austin Creed here. We have special guest Y/N Y/L/N in the house! And today we are introducing Y/N to virtual reality gaming… with Until Dawn: Rush of Blood.”
You laughed and hid your face. “Is that the one Big E played?” Austin wiggled his eyebrows at the camera. “My very first episode and you’re starting me on that?”
Flashbacks of how scared Big E was fighting VR clowns made your heart rush. You were scared just watching. How was this going to go when you were wearing headphones and everything? No use putting it off.
“All right. Let’s get this thing going.”
He showed you which buttons to push and you picked a nickname for the show. The tutorial was easy enough. And you had an okay aim with the guns.
“Is the first round the same every time? Same jump spots?” you asked, hopeful. Not that you would scream any less.
“I… don’t remember. After we film, we’ll compare and I’ll add a thing at the end.”
You groaned as the game took over. The dip in the coaster made your stomach lurch almost as much as a real one. You shot every box that had a gun on it, suggesting ammo. No way were you going to lose because you couldn’t reload if that was even going to be an issue.
The first wave of clowns had already passed when Fergal walked into the room. He laughed silently with Austin when you squealed about something on the screen. With a grin, Fergal mouthed to Austin “I’m going to scare her,” and emphasized with motions.
“She’ll punch you in the face,” he motioned back.
“I know.” He moved to stand close behind you, but far enough away where you couldn’t feel his presence. The mixture of the VR headset and headphones canceled out any defense mechanism you had; you were completely focused on the game. You shot one clown and started looking around for another. As another set of red eyes started to advance from the darkness, Fergal suddenly gripped your shoulders and shouted. You whipped your elbow behind him, connecting with his ribs. He doubled over with laughter and hurried out of the room as you yelled at him.
“Fergal Devitt, you get your hot ass back here! How do I pause this? Screw it. Ferg!” You tossed off the gear to Austin and ran after him.
Austin grabbed the camera that was formally videoing you. “This should be good,” he said into the lens. He caught up just as you tackled Fergal to the floor.
You ignored the other WWE occupants and got to work pinning him. “You big jerk,” you laughed, “I’m going to hide all your LEGO’s!”
“Nooooo,” he mocked as you sat on his chest. His voice jumped an octave as you began to tickle him. He giggled and laughed and tried to roll out from under you. He begged and pleaded with you to stop before finally flipping you over. Now it was your turn to laugh till your chest was heaving and your sides hurt. He fell to one side and laid next to you on the floor.
“Now will you guys just kiss already?” Austin asked.
You turned your head to Fergal and smiled. “Should we tell him?” He winked at Austin.
“Are you guys dating?” He went crazy when you nodded. “They’re finally dating. Praise- alluia!” Someone else in the room added an “amen” and another “took you guys long enough.”
“If I kiss you, will you promise not to hide my LEGO’s?” He pouted and you kissed his nose.
“No. But I will if you play the scary clown game. All the way through the first level.”
“Deal.”
He did pretty well. There were a few Irish curses, but most clowns barely made it to the cart. And you were able to hold off scaring him back till the very end.
You doubled over with laughter as he fell out of the chair.
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+
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“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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