Whats your favorite scary movie

Dani 21 Writes mainly for WWE, AEW, and Marvel CM Punks biggest fan

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20 Then the LORD said to Moses, "Swinging in the backyard pull up in your fast car whistling my name. 21 Open up a beer and you say get over here and play a video game. 22 I'm in his favorite sundress watchin me get undressed take that body downtown. 23 I say you the bestest lean in for a big kiss put his favorite perfume on. 24 Go play your video game"

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THEME: Space

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my almost a year long posting hiatus should be over soon. i get my bachelors in around 2 weeks so i’ll have free time shortly. don’t worry, i have ideas brewing for one piece, wwe, and the pitt. see you soon my beautiful babies🫶🏻🫶🏻

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I always forget there are maga people on tumblr, this doesn’t feel like a website you’d find them on, so to keep them away:

Reblog if your blog is a maga free zone because if it wasn’t clear enough fuck ice, fuck maga, fuck Trump, Fuck Rowling, and fuck all the other bigots I missed

[goldnhabitx]

I’m venturing out of wwe for a moment and would love input on a one piece oneshot i have in mind! the character i want to write about is Smoker! Please message me if you want to hear my idea!

[eringobragh420]

reblog with pictures of Cody wearing a suit, please!

for science, obviously.

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i take your cody rhodes in a suit and raise you cody rhodes AND cm punk in a suit

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Last Book(s): Reading through Jeff Vandermeer's Ambergris (collection), currently on the short story The Transformation of Martin Lake of City of Saints and Madmen.

Last Song: "Drowning Lessons" by My Chemical Romance, from You Brought Me Your Bullets, I Brought You My Love. Mostly concidence since I was listening to the album while driving and that's where I stopped.

Last Movie: Technically Howl's Moving Castle (2004), but I'd say Phantom of the Opera (2004). We did also start Frankenstein (2025), but we haven't finished it yet.

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Warhammer 40,000 army

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Pick up lines

Drew Mcintyre x f. reader

Minors do not interact 18+

Summary: After saying some inappropriate pick up lines to a shocked Drew Mcintyre, what happens when he matches her energy.

w.c: 2k

Warnings: 18+ MDNI. Smut(NSFW), female pronouns, y/n used. piv, unprotected sex(wrap it before you tap it), Oral sex(F receiving), language, dirty talk, slight choking, hair pulling, reference to leather strap

This is my first time writing smut, hopefully you like it

Y/n has been on Raw for a few years now. She hasn't looked at any of her coworkers romantically. This changed in the midst of his feud with CM Punk, when her attention has turned to Drew Mcintyre. After his strap match against CM Punk, he was walking back to his locker room, dealing with his loss. The last thing he expected was a woman's voice to speak up from nearby.

“Damn Mcintyre, what would it take for you to use that leather strap on me?” His head whipped around to see a smirking y/n staring at him, leaning against a wall. He was so surprised by the remark that he had to walk away. It took all his energy to keep his blood flow from going south. Y/n continued watching him walk away, enjoying catching the Scottish Psychopath off guard.

Over the next few weeks, any interaction with Y/n would go the same way with Drew. She would make a comment along the lines of, 

“Can you grab me like you did that mic out there?”

“Do I have to get in the ring for you to throw me around?”

Drew was slowly losing his battle with his attraction to the woman. Every comment she made had him wanting to do exactly what she was asking him to do. He just for the life of him could not tell if there was any truth behind her requests. 

Drew was waiting in gorilla for his entrance. He was in his kilt and holding the sword he uses for his entrance. Suddenly he saw y/n sit next to him, he closed his eyes, waiting for the inappropriate comment that she would make. What he didn’t expect was for her to wish him luck. He opened his eyes to thank her. Suddenly she leaned in closer, adjusting to whisper in his ear.

“Let me know if you need me to hold your sword after your match.” She said pulling back innocently, letting the double meaning speak for itself. The groan he let out under his breath was almost animalistic. It was clear to her that it came from him unintentionally. She leaned over, kissed his cheek, then skipped off. Drew put his head in his hand. That woman would cause his early demise if she kept this up.

“What on earth did she say to you to get you blushing like that?” Drew heard the voice of Sheamus speak up from near by. The Celtic warrior was smiling like a mad man at the state his friend was in. He has known Drew for ages and it is not many times where he has seen his friend this flustered.

“That lass is going to be the end of me if she keeps making those dirty comments” Drew said, shaking is head as he got up to make his entrance. His entrance thankfully started, saving him from having to answer his friend.

Drew decided the best way to gauge the intentions of the woman tormenting him, he would have to make a comment right back. Her reaction would tell him if she was just trying to mess with him, or if she was interested. 

Y/n had a match against Bayley, the pair was friends so they worked seamlessly. Y/n’s finisher involved getting on the top rope, wrapping her legs around her opponents neck, then throwing her and her opponent into the ring. After pulling off this move, y/n got Bayley pinned, winning the match. Y/n was going back to her locker room to clean up when she saw Drew leaning against the wall. A reverse of her first flirtatious interaction with the man, leaving her smirking. Suddenly Drew stepped forward, his hand catching her wrist. He leaned down to her ear and whispered.

“Come to my hotel room tonight if you want to use that finisher on me. I can just assure you it will be me winning that match.” Drew stepped back to gauge the reaction of the woman, his smirk not leaving his face. The look of shock on her face was funny to Drew, but what he didn’t expect was for it to be replaced by a wide grin. 

“Give me a time and room number and I’ll be there. I just need you to know that having your head between my thighs would already make me the winner.” She answered with a wink, blowing a kiss his way before turning and continuing her walk. She had just entered her locker room when she had a text from Drew, a contact she forgot she had. 

“416, 9pm” was all the text said. Y/n grinned at her phone, knowing her plans for tonight have definitely changed.

Later that night Drew wasn’t sure he would hear from you. Before he could get too far in his thoughts, he heard a knock. When he walked to the door he saw y/n standing there in shorts and a plain shirt. They stare at each other for one second, Drew leaning with one hand on the door with the other on the wall beside the door. Drew was going to say something but y/n got on her toes and pulled him down for a kiss. He was shocked at first but he recovered fast, kissing her back. His hand dropping from the door to her hip, calloused digits caressing her through her shirt. His hand drops to her thigh, tapping it to get her to jump. Their lips don't separate as she jumps, her legs wrapping around his waist. He closes the door with his foot and walks her to the bed. He sits down, she adjusts her position so she is straddling him. She grips at the end of his shirt, they separate for her to remove his shirt. He then removes her shirt, tossing it off to the side. Her lips go for his neck, leaving bites that would definitely mark. She sucks gently on his pulse point, pulling a groan from deep within him.

His hands move to her waist, standing up slightly. He tosses her on the bed, laying over her. He starts leaving kisses on her neck. He moves down her body, alternating between kissing and sucking. He leaves marks as he goes till he reaches the waist line of her shorts.

Dropping both of her legs over his shoulder, he pulls her to the edge of the bed. In one go he pulled off her shorts and lace underwear. He moves his head closer to her heat, leaving kisses and marks on her thighs. “You are fucking beautiful lass” he mumbled against her thigh. His nose bumps against her clit while her hands fly to his long hair. His touch is determined to make her fall apart. He kneels before the woman he intends to worship as long as she will let him. Every lap of his tongue, brush of his lips, and stroke of his fingers designed to destroy her and put her right back together. Her moans as he does this is music to his ears. He thought he loved her teasing, but this was the best noise he has heard come from her mouth.

Y/n’s thighs tighten around his head, exactly how he wanted anytime he saw her pull off her finisher. Her fingers pull on his hair just enough for the man to groan loudly, the sensation going right through her. Another loud moan comes from her at the feeling. One of his hands grips her thigh in a bruising hold. Not to push her away, to hold her right there. If he suffocated, he would have died a happy man. His other hand moves to circle her clit.This new stimulation throws her overboard. A silent scream rips through her chest as she only sees white. His head remains right where it is, helping her ride out her orgasm on his face.

Drew then stood up, removing his pants and boxers in one go. He was painfully hard just from eating her out. He lifts her slightly, unclasping her bra. He stops for a second to stare at how beautiful she was. She was staring at him the same way, her eyes dropping to his hardened cock, large and already dripping with precum. He leans over her again, pulling her lips to his. His pelvis touching hers brought a gasp out of her. Using this to his advantage, his tongue met yours, not needing to fight for dominance. His tongue tasted like her, making her moan against his lips. 

He moved his hips so his cock pressed into her wetness. He groaned into her mouth at the sensation. The head of his sensitive cock slipped between her folds, causing a shudder to rack through his body. Y/n adjusted her hips to accept the large man as he slowly entered her. The pain quickly turned to pleasure as he went deeper, her walls sucking him in. One of his hands reached behind her, holding her head. He grips her hair slightly, leaving her tingling.

“Don’t hold back,” he chastises y/n as she bites back a moan. His hips roll into hers finally being completely sheathed in her. “Let me hear what I’m doing to you.” She moaned loudly, the feeling of him paired with his words getting to her. She wraps her legs around his waist, her lips meeting his again. 

“Faster” she said into his lips, needing more. Who was he to deny that, immediately complying. He pulls out almost completely before slamming into her completely. She cried out at that, her nails dragging down his back. He has to fight back a grin at the thought of being on live tv, completely marked by her. She grabs his hand, pulling it up to her throat. Getting over his shock, he tightens his grip just enough for her to feel it. He continues his bruising pace till he feels her squeezing him more. He can tell she is close, he was not far behind. He takes a look at her, noticing the tears on her face paired with the fucked out look. This does something to him as he continues to pound into the beautiful woman. 

“Im so close” she moaned out. He reaches his hand that was holding her throat, putting it down between them. He begins to circle her clit, trying to make her feel even more. She starts to see stars as she feels her orgasm coming over her in a wave. She bites down on his shoulder, surely leaving a mark. This painful yet pleasurable sensation pushing him over the edge. Riding out both of their orgasms, he continues to roll his hips into her. Finishing deep in her, he pauses, not pulling out yet. They take a moment to breathe. Y/n grabs his face and pulls him into a kiss, much softer than the first. He slowly pulls out, causing both to gasp slightly from oversensitivity. He walks towards the bathroom and grabs a hand towel, wetting it with warm water. He walks back into the room and wipes off her thighs gently. He grabs two pairs of clean boxers, giving one to her. He also grabs the shirt he was wearing, putting it on her. After they get dressed in the clothes he grabbed, he crawls under the covers. Y/n crawls under as well, cuddling into Drew’s side, completely spent. She lays her head on his chest, drawing patterns on his stomach. His arm wraps around her, his hand gently running through her hair. He massages her scalp lightly as he does so. Right before they drift off to sleep, y/n speaks up.

“Next time you are borrowing the leather strap from work, and maybe the sword.” Drew lets out a deep chuckle at the words spoken. He was not surprised by the inappropriate comments anymore. He falls asleep happy that this was not a one time thing.

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The least subtle spies

Bucky Barnes x f. reader

Summary: Y/N and Bucky thought they were really good at hiding their relationship. Problem is they lived with trained spies and soldiers, it could be kept secret for so long. (Or, three times the team was suspicious and one time it was confirmed)

w.c.: 1.5k

Notes: Use of y/n, female pronouns, sunshine x grumpy

The New Avengers, or as they still sometimes think of themselves, the Thunderbolts, were an interesting team. Forming when they were sent to kill each other, connections did not form instantly, for the most part. One example of sparks flying immediately was Bucky and y/n. While their first interaction being Bucky blowing up their limo and tying them up in a random garage, that didn’t stop the attraction. Any feelings were put to the side till they saved Bob, but that didn’t stop the lingering looks and small smiles. 

Y/n was the human form of sunshine, even with the dark corners she had been involved in, she brightened rooms. Every part of the team felt the walls they carefully built crumble any interaction they had with the woman. Even Valentina liked the woman, even if she sent them to kill each other. Valentina wouldn’t admit it, but y/n was the one person she felt guilt about. While Bucky was her complete opposite. His trauma ran so deep that he thought his emotional walls were steel. He learned quickly that wasn’t the case for the sunshiney woman. He made sure to hide it from the team, continuing his dry, sarcastic behavior with them. This didn’t mean his eyes didn’t soften anytime y/n was in view. After spending so much of his life feeling he didn’t deserve happiness, y/n made him finally realize he deserved to be loved.

After they got labeled as the New Avengers and were thrown into the tower, they knew this was their chance. Bucky immediately asked her on a date. One date turned into many, which turned into a relationship. They wanted to keep the relationship a secret from the team for a multitude of reasons. They didn’t want Valentina to turn it into a marketing stunt, they also did not want their team to feel weird. One problem with them wanting to keep things secret, they are two of the least subtle people ever.

First Time:

When they all moved into the tower, Bucky’s cat Alpine moved in with them. Not used to sharing Bucky, she was not happy to have the others in her presence. The team learned fast, anytime they tried to give the feline attention, they were met with scratches and bites. A building filled with trained assassins and super soldiers(and Bob) bowed at the feet(or paws) of the small white cat. As Bucky and y/n’s relationship progressed, she spent more of her nights in his quarters. This caused Alpine to reluctantly accept the woman’s presence. Slowly allowing short pets turned into cuddling whenever Bucky was away from the tower.

One day Bucky had returned from a solo mission and was updating the team. Noticing the lack of y/n they were going to wait for her to arrive. When they heard footsteps enter the kitchen, all of them turned to greet her. The smiles turned to confusion when they actually looked at her. Y/n entered the room with a certain hateful cat wrapped around her shoulders like a scarf. Y/n looked confused by the stares before she remembered how the cat normally treated people that weren’t Bucky.

“I think its a new tactic to try and kill me,” Y/n tried to explain the situation away, hoping the team could not hear the loud purring. Alpine shifted slightly, licking the cheek of y/n before curling up again. The team deadpanned at her before moving on, choosing to ignore it, this time.

Second Time:

“Hey Lena, can you run up to my room and grab my water bottle? I forgot it before training.” Y/n asked Yelena as she finally took a break from sparring. Yelena who just walked in the room nodded and ran to her friend's room. When she entered she scanned the room to look for the bottle. Noticing it on the bedside table, she walked over to grab it. As she did that, she happened to glance at the bed noticing a dark red henley resting on top of the comforter. Yelena looked at it in confusion, brows scrunching slightly. She knew it wasn’t her friends, clearly too large. Yelena knows that she has seen that shirt before. For the life of her she could not figure it out. Quickly taking her phone out of her pocket, she snapped a photo of the shirt. When she handed the water bottle to her friend, she decided to not bring up the shirt, this time.

Third time:

The team (minus Bucky and y/n) were gathered in the kitchen eating breakfast. John had just finished cooking them a nice meal. In his head, John decided to bring up a topic that had been on his mind for a while.

“Have you guys noticed Bucky is oddly happy?” John asked the team, having known the super soldier the longest, he was most surprised. Every day they noticed the hardened soldier slowly softening. His frown lines lessened, his brows relaxed, and most alarming he smiled often. When he would greet the team it would be with a hello and a smile. If someone handed him something, instead of a grunt, they would get a thank you. This terrified them more than any threat they faced as a team.

“Maybe the winter soldier likes us!” Alexei yelled, raising his bottle of vodka, ignoring the time of day. Everyone turned to him with a confused look, knowing that wasn't the case.

“I would first believe he was trying to gain our trust before killing us.” Ava answered honestly. Everyone was trying to think of what would cause this drastic change since they met Bucky. Suddenly y/n walked into the room smiling at the group. She grabbed two plates, stating she was bringing one to Bucky. After she walked out the team turned to each other. 

“Do you think…?” Ava started. “No it can’t be…right?” Yelena followed. The team started thinking back to different interactions they had seen between the pair. Connections started being made but they didn’t want to confront till they were sure. As much as they wanted information, they didn’t want y/n upset if they were wrong. Plus Bucky being happier made their lives easier, they didn’t want to ruin that either. 

Conformation: 

On a mission with Ava and Yelena, y/n got injured. It was a gash on her leg that required stitches. It wasn’t major but that didn’t matter to Bucky. He was restless when the team remaining at the tower got the call that they had to head home early. The men were sitting in the living room when suddenly they heard the elevator open. Yelena walks in first followed by Ava who had y/n on her back. 

“I told you you didn’t have to carry me, I don’t even hurt anymore.” y/n said to Ava, who would not listen. Hearing her voice Bucky immediately got up from the couch, rushing to meet the women, followed by the rest of the team. Just as y/n finally got released from Ava’s arms, she was immediately lifted into Bucky’s. He had absolutely no care that the team was seeing them. Having her in front of him was the only confirmation of her being okay that he trusted. Setting her down he pressed her into his chest.

“I love you, I love you so much” Bucky mumbled as he kissed her head. “When I heard you got hurt I was so scared” Bucky admitted. 

“I love you too. Buck I am okay, it was basically surface level.” Y/n answered, squeezing the man even closer.

“I KNEW IT!” Alexei yelled, clapping his hands. The noise finally separates Bucky and y/n, reminding them of their audience. Realizing their secret was out, Bucky felt okay keeping his arm around her shoulder, not wanting to separate yet.

“How did you guys realize?” Y/n asked confused, thinking before this they were subtle.

“Alpine, she hates everyone, yet the evil snowball will cuddle you like you own her too.” Ava answered, giving the moment she became suspicious.

“I saw his shirt in your room, I didn’t realize it was his at first till I saw him wearing it a few days later.” Yelena spoke up, giving her moment of realization.

“He smiles now, he's never smiled.” John answered, Bob pointed, showing it was his realization too. Y/n blushed at the realization they were caught much earlier.

“Wow, we really are not subtle. How are you a former assassin and I’m a former spy?” y/n said, turning to Bucky. All Bucky did was shake his head with a smile. 

“You forget, so are we.” Yelena answered, trying to make her feel better about being caught. Bucky just looked at y/n with a smile, wondering how he got so lucky. As much as they enjoyed their moments to themselves, it feels like a weight has been released. It is their family they had to hide from, no matter what Bucky argues.

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Divine Interference

Hangman Adam Page x f. reader

Summary: How does y/n's return to wrestling from injury impact her relationships with the people around her?

Warnings: Minimum wrestling violence, mention of injury, use of y/n.

w.c.: 2.4K

Being the best friend of Maxwell Jacob Friedman left y/n with tense relationships with some of the other talent. One of those people being Adam Page. Not really giving himself a chance to get to know her personally, all he saw with her was the pain in his ass she was close to. Y/n got injured in a match with Toni Storm. Dealing with her leg injury caused a lot of problems for y/n. All she wanted was to get back into the ring. She could not deal with people forgetting about her. Once she got her all clear, she knew she had to return in a way that would make people talk. She was friends with MJF, obviously she had a flair for dramatics.

In the midst of one of his matches, Adam Page found himself battered and drained. Feeling the end of the match was coming, Swerve stood over him on the ring post ready to pull out the Swerve stomp. Closing his eyes, preparing for the move to hit him, he suddenly heard the crowd screaming. Just as he opened his eyes he saw a shorter figure covered by a hoodie and a mask come up behind Swerve. The figure grabbed the leg of Swerve, dropping him to the mat. The figure stepped back as Adam quickly dived for Swerve, going in for the cover. As the three count finished, his music started playing. He couldn’t even pay attention to the cheers around him, just focusing on the mysterious figure who began reaching for the hood of the jacket. Suddenly as the hood and mask came off in one swoop, he saw y/n staring at him with a grin.

“Oh my god, she has been out due to a leg injury for two months but y/n l/n is back! She was the unlikely aide to Hangman Adam Page assisting his win. Clearly Page did not see this coming, the best friend of his enemy MJF coming to his rescue.” Jim Ross shouted on commentary. The crowd was losing it at the return. The only thing rivaling the return, was the unlikely team up forming before their eyes.

Adam Page still hasn't stopped looking at the woman standing in front of him. Deciding to end the staredown she blew him a kiss before turning away. Once he gets a hold of himself, Adam leaves the ring. Needing to clear his mind before confronting the woman.

Y/n is freshly changed and sitting in her locker room before she suddenly hears loud knocking on her door. She turned down the volume on the tv, where she was watching the rest of today's episode. Walking over to the door, all she could wonder was who was knocking on her door that aggressively. Opening the door she sees Adam Page standing outside her door. His hair is dripping slightly showing he showered before heading to her. Very confused, she steps to the side. She let him in, not wanting comments from other wrestlers to go around.

“Why did you do that? What motive did you have?” Adam turned to her immediately, basically cornering her to the door. Unthreatened by the cowboy's anger, she rolled her eyes.

“Cool it, there was no motive. I just enjoy dramatic entrances and what would get people talking more than this?” She answered with a shrug, pushing his chest to walk past him. Feeling how firm his chest was made butterflies appear in her stomach. Shaking her head to ignore those thoughts, she walked to her mini fridge to grab a water bottle. Wordlessly she asked if he wanted one. He shook his head no, she shrugged her shoulders and closed the fridge door.

“So you didn’t do this to get in my head? This wasn’t a plan by Friedman to bother me?” Adam asked, still confused. He had to ignore the goosebumps that her touch left when the woman touched his chest. 

“Nope, he didn’t even know I was cleared to return yet.” Y/n said with a shrug. This managed to shock Adam even more. Still deep in thought, he turned to leave the locker room.

“I am assuming the interrogation is done?” She said with a tilt of her head, teasing the man lightly. Adam just walks out the door, leaving y/n to her thoughts. The main thing in her mind is why can’t she get the scent of him out of her head. The butterflies he left in her made her question everything. 

As Adam leaves, he is deep in thought, barely noticing MJF standing right outside her door. He doesn’t even bother to interact with the man. His thoughts remain on the intrusion of the woman in his life. As well as why the scent of her perfume hasn’t left his mind, making him dizzy.

Maxwell went to his friends locker room, meaning to ask about her helping Hangman. He was surprised when he saw that very man leaving the door he was about to knock on. Even more shocking was Adam looking so deep in though that he didn’t even react to him standing there. Needing answers, Max immediately knocked on y/n’s door. He continued looking at the deep in thought cowboy as he disappeared around the corner.

Y/n was not surprised to see Max standing outside her door. She hid her return from him to make sure he was just as surprised. Plus her helping the other side of one of his biggest feuds, was bound to create questions. Max immediately brought his best friend into a hug, him missing her had priority. She immediately wrapped her arms around him as he lifted her up. She missed her best friend just as much, keeping her return secret was very hard. 

“Now spill,” He said as he set her down, demanding answers. The pair made their way to her couch to talk.

“You know I love dramatic entrances, what better way to get people talking.” She answered, with a shrug.

“Is that really all?” Max asked, knowing his friend wasn’t telling the whole truth.

“I was scared people were going to forget about me. I was gone for so long, I thought if I didn’t return in a big way, it would be ignored. I was doing so well before my injury, I just felt that was all lost.” I answered honestly, a tear running down my cheek. Max wiped the tear away before bringing me into a hug.

“Nobody could forget about you. You are the best wrestler on the female roster, don’t forget it. No matter how you returned, people would have lost it.” He responded, rubbing my back. The pairs friendship was stronger than fans and other wrestlers could ever realize.

“As much as I don’t like you helping Hangman, there was no better way to torment him. I have never seen him react like that.” Max said jokingly, trying to lighten the mood. Y/n separates from the hug with a laugh, gently shoving his shoulder. The friends spent the evening catching up, as if y/n was never gone.

Y/n hadn’t seen Adam a lot since that night in her locker room. That did not mean he wasn’t in her thoughts. She noticed him more than she did before her injury. They didn’t interact for more than small conversations and lingering looks. This didn’t mean his presence wasn’t a comforting weight in her life. Any anxiety before matches was eased, just by one look from the man. This scared her more than anything.

In a match with Marina Shafir, y/n couldn’t ignore the looming presence of Jon Moxley. When they entered together, y/n could tell the match was not going to be in her favour. She knew he fought dirty so she had to pay attention to both for this match. Trying to avoid distractions, she had to eliminate all thoughts of Adam. This didn’t stop her from hoping he was watching.

Getting Marina pinned was no easy task, so when she got it done, the relief was there. At two count, y/n felt herself suddenly pulled through the rope. Realizing it was Moxley interfering, y/n squeezed her eyes shut. Suddenly she heard the signature whistling of Hangman's entrance. Her eyes shot open as she saw him running right for Moxley. Y/n quickly slid back into the ring as Adam got closer. She looked at him and nodded before they performed Buckshots on the Deathriders we were facing. Adam held Moxley down as y/n pinned Marina again, this time making the three count. Adam got in the ring with her and raised her arm. The crowd cheered loudly, seeing the surprising partnership forming for a second time. Claudio and Wheeler went to grab the other members of their group as y/n and Adam walked backwards back to the gorilla. Tense eye contact was shared between the pair and the death riders.

Once they made it to the back, they felt the eyes and whispers of the other wrestlers. An unconventional team was formed and they were proving it wasn’t a one time partnership. They choose to ignore the people around them and wordlessly walk to the locker rooms. Adam walks y/n to her locker room. Before she can enter, she wordlessly turns to the man in front of her, leaving a gentle kiss on his cheek. He would deny it, but the blush left in its wake was clear. A small kiss mark was left on his cheek from the lipstick she was wearing. She went to rub it away, but at the last minute he grabbed her wrist to tell her to leave it. Him wanting her mark to remain left her blushing as she walked into her locker room.

As Adam walked to his locker room he saw MJF talking to Matt and Nick Jackson. The group turns to Adam and sees the mark on his cheek. Max immediately smirks, recognizing the color immediately. Seeing as he was with her when she bought it, it was clearly y/n’s.

“Tonight's match was fun, nice lipstick by the way, it really is your color.” Max called after Adam loudly. Adam shook his head, ignoring the comment as he continued walking. Even ignoring him, he couldn’t ignore the return of the blush on his cheeks. As he looked in the mirror in his locker room, even after the teasing he didn’t regret asking her to leave it.

At the hotel later that night, as y/n was getting ready for bed, she was deep in thought. The cowboy just has not left her thoughts since her return. Her interference was just supposed to be a one time thing, just something to get her name back out there. Him choosing to assist her, creating a possible feud with the death riders, was not in the plan. Even though she should, she could not find it in her to want this any other way. She can’t even think about the attention she is getting when her mind keeps going to Adam. The distinct scent of his cologne hasn’t left her thoughts since their first interaction in her locker room. Her thoughts of the man were so overwhelming that she almost didn’t hear the knock at her hotel room door. Walking to the door she opens it to see just the man she was thinking of. Quietly she lets him in, wondering what he was doing there.

As he sits on the end of her bed, he stares at the floor, deep in thought. While she was curious about why he was there, she wanted to give him a chance to speak. She sat next to him, her arm brushing his, goosebumps remaining on both of their arms. After a few minutes of sitting silently, Adam suddenly spoke, still not looking at her.

“This wasn’t supposed to happen,” he whispered. Y/n turned slightly, but kept quiet to let him finish. “You are friends with someone I have feuded with for ages. Before I didn’t even let myself think about you as anything other than his annoying friend.” Her face scrunched, not knowing where this was going. Seeing her reaction out of the corner of his eyes, he spoke again. “Suddenly you stepped into my match, making me win, even after these problems. After that I just could not stop thinking about you. I started noticing you at all times, you were just there. I wanted to stop these thoughts, to keep you at a distance.” Suddenly he turned to me completely. “When I stepped in today, that was because I realized I needed your presence in my life. I needed you to know I was in your life just as much as you were in mine.”

Y/n grabbed his hand as she turned to him fully too, speaking up for the first time. “I can’t lie, I had similar sentiments with you, I only saw the person Max saw. This all started when I wanted to make a dramatic entrance. I didn’t expect to find myself thinking about you after it was all over.” When she admitted that, his eyes grew wider. “You entering my match made me realize how much I wanted to fight by your side. Your presence provided me the grounding I needed, to make me feel stronger.” She admits to the man staring at her, as if he was committing every word to memory.

Adam’s hand raises to the side of her face, brushing a fallen hair behind her ear. Slowly they both began to lean in. Their lips brush hesitantly, trying to make sure the other felt the same. Y/n moved forward, pressing her lips to his again, more sure. The kiss grew deeper as they put their spoken and unspoken feelings into it. Her hands grip his biceps, as if making sure he was really there. His hand remains on her cheek, while the other holds her waist. Once they need air, they pull away gently. Her hands gently squeeze his arms, he does the same to her waist. Leaning in again, he presses a kiss to her forehead.

The pair does not know how the future will go. The looming threat of the death riders stays on their mind. While also remembering the targets on their back from Swerve. Even with this on their minds, they can find it in themselves to worry yet. The knowledge that they have each other keeps them at ease. Partnered together, can face anyone on the roster.

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At first sight

Cody Rhodes x f. reader

Summary: After moving to Smackdown, y/n found herself connecting with the American Nightmare in a way she never thought would happen.

Warnings: Basic wrestling violence, use of y/n, female pronouns, alternating pov's

w.c.: 2.5k

Request by : @ritasantosworld

Throughout my life I always felt love at first sight was a myth. That it was something that only existed in cheesy romance movies and books. Don’t get me wrong, I have loved people before, past ex girlfriends and boyfriends, but none of it was instant. I never felt that connection on the first interaction that is described in the books I will always deny reading. As a wrestler, relationships grew even more difficult, the time on the road making it hard to grow roots. 

After spending 6 years on RAW, moving to Smackdown is going to be a big change. I have worked with some of the talent in events like the Royal Rumble, but not enough to ease my anxiety. My switch was kept secret to most, especially the fans. As I entered the event center for Monday night RAW, some heads turned towards me. I suddenly felt arms lift me up from the ground and the voice of Tiffany Stratton taking me out of my thoughts. 

“When did you get switched here?” Tiffany squealed, putting me down just long enough for me to turn around before she pulled me in for a normal hug. 

“I just made the switch, this is my first night” I said, holding her just as tight. Past her shoulder I saw the smirking face of Drew waiting to greet me too. After separating from Tiffany I went to hug the Scottish giant.

“Well, well, well, I see you have finally left RAW for the better section of the company.” Drew said as he let me go. I rolled my eyes at him, my smile not falling. 

“As much as I would love to stay and talk, I have to get ready for my segment” I said, blowing a kiss at the pair before walking down the hall to the locker rooms.

As I walked down the hall, I noticed a figure leaning against the wall, staring at their phone. Bright blond hair was the first thing I saw, followed by a large tattoo on the neck of the man. I realized who it was when the face turned towards me. Cody Rhodes, the American nightmare was standing a little bit away. When we made eye contact I noticed him smirk before I quickly looked away. I obviously knew who he was, I followed wrestling long before I joined the company. I joined in 2018, which was two years after he left. His return in 2022 really shook the wrestling world. This was my first time seeing him in person. While he was clearly attractive on tv, it did no justice to the handsome man standing near me. His piercing blue eyes paired with his defined jawline was hard to not stare at. His muscles were well defined through the sleeves of the white tee he was wearing. Realizing I was staring again, I quickly rushed past him to head to the locker room. I had to push down the butterflies in my stomach, a feeling I haven’t felt in so long. 

Cody’s POV

Staring at my phone, I was mindlessly scrolling through Instagram. I heard footsteps approaching me from the other end of the quiet hallway. I looked up and saw a beautiful woman walking my way. She was already looking at me so I smirked at her. She quickly looked away with a blush, which gave me the chance to admire her beauty. I quickly realized it was y/n l/n, I watched her matches on RAW. Apparently she made the switch between the companies. She was clearly beautiful in her matches, a grace that was hard to match as she took down her opponents. As I stared at her I realized that it did her no justice. She had beautiful eyes paired with a gentle smile that seemed to rest on her face. Realizing I was staring I looked away, trying to pretend I was not checking her out. As I saw her rush past me, I knew I had to get to know her. I hope the slight blush on my cheeks was not noticeable as I start moving through the halls.

Reader’s POV

As I got ready for my match, I could not get Cody out of my head. We said no words but the connection I felt was instant. I had to get this out of my head before my match. This is my debut for Smackdown and I had to make sure it was a good one. Sitting in gorilla, anxiously awaiting my queue, I listen to Bianca Belair speak. I wait for her to give her open invitation to a match. Hearing my music hit, I made my way out to the ring, hearing the cheers of the crowd who noticed the lack of my presence at RAW the last few weeks. As I strutted out to the ring, I couldn’t help but hope Cody was watching. As I made it to the ring, I flipped in before staring at Bianca. 

The match started quickly with us exchanging blows in the center of the ring. I specialize in aerial moves so I tried to quickly get to the ropes. As I was climbing I felt Bianca whip her hair at my back. I froze at the sting before quickly getting over it and climbing to the top. I jumped down at her, taking her down with my elbow. Both of us slammed to the ring but I got up faster. I got back up to the top rope before quickly pulling off a moonsault. I got her in the pin but she kicked out at two. We exchanged blows before I knocked her to the mat. I want to end this match before exhaustion catches up to me. I get Bianca standing, her energy comes back enough to get more whips of her hair. I quickly go behind her, putting my hands on her shoulders. I look around the crowd grinning before pulling off a double knee backbreaker. Pulling it off, I quickly pull her into the pin. After the three count I stand up as my music plays. I bow at the center of the ring before walking out, enjoying the cheers.

Cody’s POV

As I sat in my locker room, having already finished my segment for the night, I decided to watch the other matches. I see Bianca Belair offering an open challenge, part of me hopes its y/n. I don’t even get to finish that thought before the very familiar music starts. The crowd clearly is happy to see her as she walks confidently out to the ring. The graceful way she flips into the ring entrances me, I can’t look away from the screen. I haven’t been this involved in a match that didn’t involve me in a long time, down to me flinching whenever the hair whip lands. After her win, the segments move on, my thoughts don’t. As I remember the faint scent of her perfume as she walked by, I had to wonder if she was thinking about me too.

Reader’s POV

At the end of the night, adrenaline is running in my veins. The win gave me a burst of energy. I don’t want to head to the hotel just yet, so I decide to sit outside the arena. Trying to calm down before I head back, I close my eyes and breathe. I heard a door open and sensed a presence approaching me. I open my eyes and turn my head slightly, seeing Cody approaching. A new sort of energy fills me as I see the man occupying my thoughts since I saw him earlier this evening. He gestures next to me to silently ask if he can sit with me. I give him a nod and a small smile. When he sits beside me, I feel his arm brush mine, leaving goosebumps in its wake. 

“You did great tonight, the crowd loved you.” He said, turning his head to me slightly with a smile. A blush immediately fell on my cheeks, realizing this meant he watched my match. This was my first time hearing his voice in person, it entered my brain and I never wanted it to leave.

“Thank you, that means a lot coming from you.” I answer honestly, noticing a blush gracing his cheeks too. A sense of hope fills me as I consider any reciprocation of what I am feeling.

“Is your back okay? I saw Bianca landed some heavy hits with her hair?” He asked gesturing to my back

“Im really not sure, I didn’t think to check. The sting is definitely still here though”

“If you are okay with it, I can check.” He asked. Not trusting my voice, I just nod, turning enough to give him access. I feel his fingers skim the bottom of the shirt I’m wearing. He lifts it gently to get a look at my back, goosebumps are left behind with every brush of his finger. My breath is held without realizing. The moonlight reflects off my back, giving him enough light to see the marks left behind from the match. He touches one of the spots I'm guessing has a mark, I gasp slightly. Taking that as a sign of pain, he apologies lightly. I just turn and give him a light smile. When he is done looking, he gently puts my shirt back, seeming to not want to stop. 

“I think all you need is some aloe and you should be fine.” He rasped out, seemingly affected by the intimacy of the moment as well. We spend a bit longer talking before we go our separate ways. When I head to the hotel, all I can think of is that moment with Cody. When I finally go to sleep, the giddiness hasn't left me.

Weeks later I am feeling established at Smackdown. My nights were spent talking with Cody for hours. Our early lives and deepest secrets are shared on the steps of whatever arena we are in that week. Days are spent with lingering glances and small interactions, ignoring the teasing from Tiffany and the others. While the daytime interactions were noticed by others, nighttime was just ours. 

I had a match against Candice Lerae coming up. This was the deciding factor to see if I had a place in the elimination chamber. This was my chance to get a Wrestlemania match. I had to prepare for any interruptions to the match, knowing the chance of Johnny Gargano appearing. This was confirmed when he walked right next to her for her entrance.

My match with Candice  is grueling. A sense of dread fills me as I notice Johnny inching closer to the ring anytime I get the upperhand in the match. Trying to not let him distract me, I get Candice pinned. Before the ref can even begin counting, I feel my foot being grabbed, Johnny is dragging me out of the ring. I try to grab on to the ring post, hearing the ref yelling about the interference. Suddenly my foot is freed as a figure knocks Johnny to the ground. The crowd starts screaming as I see Cody standing over the collapsed Johnny. As I am trying to comprehend what's happening, Cody is lifting me back into the ring before turning his attention back to Johnny. Getting over my shock I go back to the still out of it Candice, going for the pin. After the three count I stood up, the realization hitting me that I got my place in the elimination chamber. I am one step closer to Wrestlemania. My eyes start searching for the man who helped me get this win. As I am searching I feel my arm raised by a firm hand, I turn and see Cody getting the crowd to cheer even louder. The excitement takes over me as I wrap my arms around Cody, pulling him into a hug. Startled at first, he quickly gets over it to lift me into the air.

Later that night, after showering in my locker room I made my way to Cody’s locker room to thank him. I knock on his door, hoping he is there. Cody opens his door, his hair slightly damp showing he also just showered. His confused face turns to a smile when he realizes it's me standing there. He steps to the side letting me in before closing the door behind me. I walk into the room before turning to the taller man.

“Thank you for your help today, I couldn’t have won without you.” I say honestly, looking up at him with a gentle smile. I feel I owe him so much for getting my moment at the elimination chamber.

“You don’t need to thank me, you had that match in the bag, I just had to ensure it was fair.” He responded with a shake of his head. As we are speaking I notice we are both slowly stepping towards each other, before we are standing right in front of each other, just a step apart. The energy in the room shifts, a tense energy fills both of us. I am barely breathing, the situation makes a weight form in my chest. Every look is charged, both of us wondering who was going to crack first. All of our interactions since meeting begin melting together.

“I still appreciate your support.” I said before giving him a kiss on the cheek. 

“Anytime,” He answered, giving me a kiss on my cheek in return, not wanting to separate. We stare at each other for a second before we both snap, our lips immediately meeting in a bruising kiss. All the feelings since meeting get put into this kiss, knocking the breath out of my lungs. My hands go up, one wrapping around his neck, the other resting on his cheek. His hands are gripping my waist, as if I would disappear if he loosens his grip. When we need air we part slightly, his forehead presses to mine. Both of us are breathing heavily, fanning the other's face. 

“ I have wanted you since the first time I saw you, that day in the hallway.” He said in a whisper, not letting me go. He gave my waist a small squeeze, as if he was making sure I was really there. 

“I have felt connected to you since I first laid eyes on you.” I respond, matching his honesty. The sparkle in his eyes when I said that made my knees weak.

“I want to do this right, would you like to get dinner?” He asked, separating our foreheads to look at me better, a gentle smile on his face. I lower my hands to his biceps, squeezing them slightly. I just could not believe this moment was happening.

“I thought you would never ask” I answered with a grin, pulling him into a hug. Maybe love at first sight isn’t a myth after all.