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a small update
so...i think that we're all aware that this blog is basically defunct. i've not posted in two years, and don't really see that changing. i've changed a lot in that time - i've moved across the country, started a wonderful relationship, and made a community for myself that i'm immersed in and in love with. to be honest, that's come with the exchange that i've somewhat fallen out of love with writing and wrestling alike. i'm incredibly grateful for all the love and support that's been shown to me during this time, and truly do want to share that i love and appreciate every ounce of support i've received.
because of this, i'm officially closing the blog. it might reopen one day - realistically, i wouldn't want anyone to hold their breath on it. i'll leave most of the work i have published up as is, save for some things that i've written and become uncomfortable with in the time since that will either be edited or taken down entirely. i'll close the askbox and submissions - if you want to contact me on a more personal level, my main wrestling blog (@marksandrews) will stay open and you can more than happily reach me there.
once again, i'm incredibly grateful for every ounce of support you've shown me, as well as any prompt, request, or inspiring moment you've let me take and make into my own.
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Updates have been made to the blacklist, along with some content that I no longer feel comfortable hosting on my page being removed from both the masterlist and the blog entirely. The long-term goal is to get back to writing, but as we’ve all learned by now, that’s never a guarantee. As always, feel free to ask (kindly) if you have any questions, concerns, or are in need of clarifications.
Requests are open for AEW, WWE, and anyone else I have written for previously that is not on the blacklist!
do you do just certain wrestlers or can we request anyone? 👉🏻👈🏻
Hey! Thanks for asking, I appreciate it! I’m answering your question under the cut here, but I’ll also be adding my request rules here so we’re on the same page. After that, I’ll reblogging this post a few times to add some other information under the cut. Once the whole chain of posts is up, I will be pinning it to the top of my blog.
Below this cut are the rules and the current list of banned wrestlers. The list of banned wrestlers can be changed at any time by my discretion, and I ask that you check the list before submitting content. Any changes to the rules will be announced with separate posts.
Any request that does not follow these rules, or that asks for a banned wrestler, will be immediately deleted. Multiple infringements of either list will result in a ban.
For AEW, I will not write for CM Punk, Kip Sabian and Penelope Ford, Jungle Boy and Anna Jay, Adam Cole and Dr. Britt Baker, Andrade el Idolo, Jon Moxley, Matt or Jeff Hardy, Sammy Guevara, or anyone from the Jericho Appreciation Society.
For NXT UK, I will not write for Joe Coffey, Mark Coffey, Wolfgang, Blair Davenport, Sid Scala, or Jordan Devlin, or any other talent implicated in SpeakingOut that happens to join the company between my updates of this list. For WWE, I refuse to write for WALTER/Gunther or Damian Priest.
I do reserve the right to refuse any request that involves someone who I am not familiar with, regardless of brand or company, or to add to this list at any time based upon any number of factors.
This list isn't necessarily based on who has done something wrong or who I personally dislike, it's based upon who I'm comfortable writing for. Once again, it is your responsibility to check this list to see who is on the ban list before you submit a request; I will not hesitate to block someone who repeatedly breaks my rules or crosses the personal boundaries that I have laid out. Accidents and slip-ups happen, I've certainly had my fair share, but that is not the same thing as repeated actions.
I also do hold or delay certain requests depending on situations outside of the blog, such as real life injuries, personal situations, etc. If/when this happens, I will make some kind of post or notice about the matter.
The following list is my rules, along with the list of what I do and do not write for.
NSFW requests are no longer allowed on my blog. I am asexual, so I'm not always comfortable writing sexual content, and I would simply rather not have that content requested. I might write that content in my own time, on my own volition, but that does not mean that I will take requests for it.
I do write for male and female stars.
If specified, I will write about readers with certain specific physical traits such as body type, gender, sexuality, disability, etc. These may take more time than regular requests, since I might need to do research or talk with people that have these specific features if I am unfamiliar with them.
I will not write about the following topics: unhealthy relationship behaviors (such as controlling behaviors, possessiveness, etc)*, abuse of any kind, “yandere” behavior from characters, drug use (including alcohol!), gore/graphic violence (this is wrestling we’re talking about, but there’s a VERY clear difference between that and what i’m referring to), death, and basically anything that constitutes a major felony or violation of morals.
I will only write about these topics under specific circumstances: jealousy, injury, or cheating.
I am no longer offering the option to write ship content solely between wrestlers. Polyamorous content with a reader and multiple wrestlers is okay, but I am a self-insert blog and I do not feel comfortable writing content that is not self-insert oriented based on my own writing style and preferences as a consumer and producer of content.
I do reserve the right to deny any request based upon content, even if the topic addressed is not explicitly listed here.
Requests will be uploaded in the order that I finish them. I've removed my to-do list because it's simply so far behind what I actually have at this point that it's not worth trying to update it. If you have any questions about what I have in my WIP list or inbox, just send me a message or ask and I'll answer you there!
If you harass me about your request (whether I have it, when it will be done, etc.), I will delete it if I have received it. It’s one thing to ask politely if I’ve received it or if I've worked on it since it was sent in, it’s another to ask multiple times within the span of a few days or hours.
Be specific when possible! If you don’t have any ideas or you just want some general headcanons, that’s okay, but if you want a certain topic, I can’t know that without you telling me. I’ll generally ask to be sure, but it’s more convenient for both of us if you state it the first time (if you do have anything specific you want, of course).
If you need something tagged with a TW so you can navigate my blog easily, let me know! I want my blog to be as open and accessible as possible, so I don’t want to risk triggering anyone with poor tags.
Please be respectful of the fact that I'm on hiatus! I've (luckily) had no issues with this as of now, but I'm a college student that can't really give solid timeframes or schedules for my posting, hence the deletion of the posting schedule. I'll do what I can, but be mindful that I'm a busy human too that goes through my own stuff independent of this blog.
Even though I do have a list of “priority” wrestlers, this is not a guarantee that this content will be prioritized above other content, or that this content will be released within a set timeframe. This simply means that the wrestlers on the list are people that I am particularly inspired to write for at the time that I update the list, and as such have a higher chance of being posted sooner depending on my personal inspiration, schedule, etc.
*While I will never accept requests that involve unhealthy behaviors, I might use them of my own volition as a part of a fic’s backstory, setup, etc. I will not, however, promote, romanticize, or excuse these behaviors. If these themes are used in a story, they will be clearly tagged as such in advance, and I will not use them at all in requested content, regardless of whether or not it is part of the request.
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comfort prompts for a lover's nightmare
“ babe, wake up. “
“ are you okay, my love? “
“ i had a nightmare. “
“ are you awake? “
“ you woke up screaming. “
“ it just felt so... real. “
“ you wanna talk about it? “
“ just hold me. “
“ please don't go back to sleep just yet. “
“ i'm here, okay? “
“ you're safe. “
“ can i stay with you? i... had a really bad dream. “
“ i'll be there when you wake up. “
“ here, take my hand. “
“ it's just a bad dream. “
“ hey, look at me. look at me. it's not real. “
“ wake up! “
“ hey... are you crying? “
“ hey, look at me. what's wrong? “
“ let's stay up for a while. “
“ you're back in the real world where nothing can hurt you. “
“ look around you. “
“ i'm so embarrassed. “ “ nothing to be embarrassed off. “
“ you wanna tell me about [your dream]? “ “ it was like a horror movie. “
“ we can talk, or we can lay here, listening to each other's heartbeat. “
“ think you can fall asleep again? “
“ i'll stay up with you. “
“ i had a really crazy dream. like. really crazy. “
“ i think i'm gonna stay up for a while. “ “ want me to join you? “
“ you're... crushing my hand. “
“ hey, calm down. calm down. you're okay. “
“ i'm going back to sleep, but if you need me, you know where to find me. “
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Short story: under 7,500
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Fics over 40k are literally a novel written and shared for free. If you have written a 40k+ fic, you have literally written a novel.
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to anyone that had issues with the tension endings, i updated the links and it should be working just fine now! if it’s still weird just shoot me a pm or an ask, the other parts should also be on my blog but it’s important to me that those links work as well
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tension (n.d.)
you decide that it's worth it
a part two to this choose-your-own-ending story, so this makes zero sense without that! this is not a standalone piece!
spoilers for the 10/28/2021 episode of NXT UK!
You threw the towel...into the ring. The bell rung, and you could feel your heart sting as Trent looked at you with shock and disbelief, as the referee raised Noam's hand. You turned back and wished you hadn't as you saw Tyler looking at you, betrayal and pain clear on his face.
"Why?"
The word was simple, but it was still enough to make you want to burst into tears. You didn't want to hurt him, you just felt it was the right thing to do. You had to protect Noam, as much as you wanted to stay neutral on both sides. You had made your choices, picked your sides, and now you had to stick with it. You couldn't turn your back on Noam when it mattered the most, you couldn't let yourself be pushed and pulled between them anymore. You had been by Noam's side for years, you couldn't turn back now.
"I'm sorry."
He didn't say another word as he moved past you, almost dark as a storm cloud as Trent embraced him, tried to explain what had happened, how he had tried to stop it as they walked away. You looked to the ring again and felt a pit start to swirl in your stomach as Noam celebrated with Sha, all loud cheers and screams at the ill-gained victory. He looked back to you and smiled, bright and cocky as ever, and you couldn't help but give a small one in return. After all, despite everything, he still had what he wanted. He was still happy. And that was enough for you, even if it was at your own sacrifice.
"What do you think we should do now, hm?"
You looked at him as he leaned out of the ring, holding the cup out for you to take. The metal was cold against your skin, but it still felt like fire as you let your thoughts swim, as you fretted over Tyler, how he was feeling. How you, one of his closest friends, stuck a knife in his back by handing the thing he held so dear off to Noam like it didn't matter.
"Celebrate, I'd guess."
His face screwed up a bit at your tone, almost dull in comparison to the brightness of the sun next to you that threatened to swallow you alive.
"Celebrate we shall, then!"
He threw an arm around you, pressed an empty kiss to the top of your head as he held the title up with another whooping yell. The crowd booed him and you let him soak it in as Sha borderline danced around the two of you, singing Noam's praises for the world to hear.
You let him cheer and yell and celebrate all throughout the arena to his new locker room and felt another pang in your chest as you saw Tyler walking away from the now-vacated space, refusing to even look at you. Noam sat the title down on the table before instructing Sha to get their bags, which the elder quickly set off after.
"So what's gotten into you, huh? So overwhelmed by my incredible victory that you can't speak?"
He looked at you with the same nonchalant gaze that he always had outside of the ring, all jokes and laughs that made you want to scream at him.
"I just...I can't help but feel bad for Tyler. After how it happened."
"Ah, forget about him. He'll have other chances, other shots, other titles. This," he pointed over at the title, before flailing his finger between the two of you, "this is ours. Our moment, our crowning glory."
"Is it?"
He dropped his hand at your statement, the atmosphere sombering as he finally realized that you were properly upset at him.
"Do you think it's not?"
"It's...it's yours. But I can't help but feel like it's just yours."
He moved from his spread on the couch to stand in front of you by the door. He reached out and took your hands, looking at you with an intensity that made your spine feel cold, that almost felt as if it was piercing into your soul itself.
"Everything that I've done is for you, you know. All of it."
"It doesn't feel like it."
You couldn't help but look away as you spoke; it almost felt like a confessional, like you were in front of some amazing and terrifying god, pouring your soul out in a way that made you weak and small compared to him.
"It feels like...everything has been for you. And Sha, to an extent. I'm almost at a point where I don't feel like any of this is mine, even you."
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
His voice was quiet, soft, and you couldn't help but feel as if it was because he was truly seeing you for the first time in over a year, seeing where you stood, how you felt.
"I just...I don't know. I thought that you were so in love with your career that I was nothing but a side thought."
"My love, how far have I fallen that you would think I love anything more than you?"
He reached up, brushing away the tears on your cheeks as his entire demeanor softened to you, as he fully shifted from the arrogant and brash man of the ring to the sweet, gentle soul you had fallen in love with so long ago.
"This? This is for us. And if you still want to be here for it, I would really like to have another chance to prove it to you."
You smiled to him, letting yourself lean fully into him, letting your body language show that you were willing to take up the offer.
"Just...stick with me this time. I don't know if I could handle losing you again."
He kissed the top of your head again, and you could almost feel the emotion he was trying to convey with the gesture. It wasn't a move of celebration, but one of intent, of outlined and telegraphed demonstration.
"I'll always be with you, as long as you let me be."
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tension (t.b.)
you decide that it's not worth it
a part two to this choose-your-own-ending story, so this makes zero sense without that! this is not a standalone piece!
spoilers for the 10/28/2021 episode of NXT UK!
You throw the towel...to the floor. You take a shaky breath as you feel hands on you, eyes opening to see that Trent has pulled you back and away from where the other three have dove for the dropped item. Eventually Sam gets his hands on it, reaching to throw it but cut off by the time ending. The bell rings, the world shakes.
"You saved it."
The words are simple, yet still laced with confusion, with a lack of understanding.
"I can't keep being the side piece to a hunk of metal."
He raised his eyebrows, opting to stay quiet as he moved away, to where Tyler was approaching fast with the Heritage Cup in his hands. You watched, time in slow motion, realizing fast the decision you had made. You could see the telegraphed anger in Sha as he explained your betrayal to Noam, quickly becoming tense in the way he only did when he was truly furious. The way that Tyler's brows furrowed as Trent explained what had happened, how his eyes shifted to you, how he noticed your strange body language as you contemplated whether to run to the ends of the earth or just try and melt into the floor itself.
"What the hell was that about?"
Noam had barely made it out of the ring before he was yelling, and you couldn't help but flinch a bit as he stormed to you.
"That was my-that was our chance! And you blew it! What the hell was that for?"
"I can't do it anymore. I can't be last."
"You're making no sense, what do-"
"I've spent the last year being a secondhand thought, coming last. Coming behind Sha, behind Supernova Sessions, behind that stupid championship! I used to wake up every morning knowing you cared about me, and now I barely know if I mean anything to you at all. I can't keep standing here, waiting for you to remember that oh wait, I exist, I'm still here! Just like I am, just like I have been, just like how you haven't been. I have spent a YEAR being the one person that's always in your corner, and every time I've needed you it's like you disappeared into thin air. I can't do that anymore. I can't be the last thing that matters."
You could feel the tears pricking at your eyes as you took off, barely giving yourself enough time to turn around before you took off in a daze. You didn't mean to expose the weakness of your relationship to the entire world, but in the moment you just couldn't let him control the narrative. You couldn't let Noam be the one that wrote the story, that told the world that he was perfect and you were just angry or jealous of his success. You couldn't let him tell himself that he was innocent. Not after all the grace you had given him.
You stopped, pushing through the fog to take note of where you were. Tyler Bate, Heritage Cup Champion. The words felt sour as you read them from the doorplate; as happy as you were for him, you couldn't help but feel as if there was something wrong with it. It was the right outcome, the fair one, but at what cost? What did it mean for you?
"You know that Noam is looking for you, right?"
You turned, almost unsurprised to see Tyler leaning against the wall, holding the spoils of his victory in his arms.
"I really don't want to deal with it right now."
He hummed in understanding, looking at you with the same gentleness that used to make your heart spin, but just tightened the knot in your stomach now.
"Why me?"
The confusion flickered across his face again as he set the cup down by the wall, moving closer until he was in front of you.
"What do you mean, 'why me?'"
"Why have you stuck with me?"
" I thought it was clear. I care about you."
"Yes, but why?"
He frowned, reaching out with his left hand and resting it on your shoulder.
"Has he hurt you so badly that you can't see how worthy you are of being adored?"
The words were simple, but they still cut with an intensity that you hadn't expected, like an old knife that wasn't expected to be sharp when drawn against paper.
"It's been so long since I've been truly adored, I don't know if I can feel it anymore."
"Then let me show you?" You looked up at him, the soft start of a smile on his features as he continued. "You're good. A person that is good, that deserves good things. And if Noam Dar is foolish enough to give that up, then I won't pretend that I'm not going to shelter you in his place."
You let yourself lean into him, felt his hand move around to your shoulder blades as he embraced you.
"It'll be hard. He's personally motivated now, you know. Not just because of the title, but because I-"
"And we'll take care of it. I have nothing to fear from him, especially with you by my side."
The softness in his voice was genuine, the gentle nature of his words pulling your brain along, easing the waves of stress and worry as simply as if he had wiped them away with a simple flick of his wrist.
"Just...promise that it's real. That in a few months, I won't just be left alone again."
He pulled back a bit, looking at you in a way that made your knees weak and your brain short-circuit, the emotion clear on his face.
"You'll never be alone if I'm around. That's a promise."
#Tyler Bate one shot#tyler bate imagine#tyler bate oneshot#god i hope these actually post???#since i'm private posting them first
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tension
summary: you're the difference maker, conflicted as you may be. what do you choose?
featured subjects: noam dar, tyler bate (choose your own ending)
angst, fluff, depends on which way you go. definitely an angsty start.
due to the nature of this piece, it does contain spoilers for this week's episode of nxt uk (10/28/2021). specifically, it's a re-imagined ending to the main event of the show, so don't continue if you don't want to see that!
The crowd in your ears, the various forces around you, it was almost too much. You stared down, down at your hands; at the white towel, the black embroidering that read "Moustache Mountain." When Trent had managed to wrestle it away from Pretty Deadly, it had landed right in your arms, almost as an act of fate. A call to arms, to decision. You could no longer stay neutral, a decision had to be made and fast. Your muscles were tense, brain drowning out the sounds of the men around you; Sha screaming for you to throw the towel in the ring, Trent almost begging you not to, the laughs of Sam and Lewis as they assumed that you would take their side. As you always did for Noam.
You had been friends with Noam for about six years, since before NXT UK, since before the stupid Heritage Cup had existed. He had asked you out shortly after he returned to the UK full-time in 2019, and you had accepted. You were living on cloud nine, always happy to do what it took to secure his fate, and by extension your own. You were his willing partner in crime, the self-described love of his life...although that, as with all things, faded with time. Specifically, 2020.
When he decided that he wanted the Heritage Cup, it strained your relationship to a breaking point. He put all of his time and energy into training, into matches and competition and practice. Usually this wouldn't be a bad thing, you were used to his behaviors, but it almost felt as if you had disappeared to him. He barely spent time with you, almost all of your conversations centered around the Heritage Cup and the current champion of the time. At a certain point, you wondered if he even loved you anymore, or if you were nothing but an insurance policy, a safety net, the last line of defense between him and his beloved destiny. He didn't see you anymore, not you, just the title that he so desperately wanted.
It was around August that you had gotten close to Tyler. He was exactly what Noam had been in the past; kind, attentive, involved. He would call to check on you when you couldn't come to tapings or events, he remembered even small things like what playlist you listened to the most and what kind of energy bars you kept in your bag. He was the perfect best friend, the reliable source of warmth that protected you from the coldness Noam had pushed upon you. Because of this, you struggled to find your place in their lives, where to orient yourself; you told yourself that once Noam achieved his goals he would sweep back in again and be everything you wanted, that this was temporary, but you couldn't ignore the nagging feeling that he would just find another goal, another replacement, another thing to take up the space you once did in his brain. On the other hand, it was easy to imagine a future with Tyler, but you were already scorned and hurt; even dismissing your loyalty to Noam, who was to say that he wouldn't drop you as soon as his career called?
May of 2021 is what told you. He won the Heritage Cup championship, and even through the souring of your thoughts, you still saw the light he brought to your life never dimming. You had sat in catering, brain spinning with the implications of his victory; now your closest friend was inevitably going to sit in the crosshairs of your boyfriend, now things would change and he would separate himself from you to be a champion...until you saw his smile, bright as the sun itself as he nearly dropped the cup into Trent Seven's arms before running to you. It was the first moment of real intimacy you had experienced in months; even though you knew there was no romantic aspect to it, you still found your anxieties at least partially soothed by the implication that you were still valuable to Tyler, that he hadn't forsaken you. Even as you had seen the jealous glare in Noam's eyes as you gave your congratulations, you still held to your faiths, as dangerous as they were becoming. Noam's distractions were temporary, but even as days and weeks and months passed, Tyler's attention stayed just as much with you as Trent, as the title, as everything else.
So here you were, met with the dilemma of your life. Who do you cling to in the storm? Should you realize Noam's dreams, stay true to your faith in him? Or should you cut your losses where they lie, acknowledge that your relationship with him might be unfixable, and trust in your gut? The ten-second clicks sound, and you know your time is now. Your eyes screwed up, muscles tense, you throw the towel….
|to the floor| |into the ring|
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summary: you’re not having fun at the after-party
tw: alcohol mention (i literally just say the word “alcohol” once, but just in case it bothers anyone!)
“Hey, good to see you - woah, okay.”
You felt your entire body tense as Tyler turned around to you; just about every single man on the NXT UK roster had made some kind of advance on you tonight, and as much as you adored your best friend, you thought you would honestly convulse if he added to the list.
“Come on, okay? Let’s step out for a minute, me and you. You seem overwhelmed, this isn’t a good place for you right now.”
You let him take your wrist and lead you toward the exit, mind racing. TakeOver afterparties were always like this, all crowds and alcohol and the results of high tensions standing for too long, but you felt especially drained tonight. You’d come from a promotional event and was still in your entirely-too-fancy formal outfit, something that had apparently caught the eye of everyone from Kenny Williams and Noam Dar to even the most mild-mannered men of Nathan Frazer and Charlie Dempsey. It was enough to make you want to leave several hours ago, but you’d promised to stay as the designated driver for the event.
“Talk to me, okay? What’s gotten you like this?”
His hand was warm against your cheek, touching you with a gentleness that you couldn’t help but lean into. This wasn’t the brash offers of “late night fun” or even to go get a drink elsewhere, this was solely the result of Tyler’s care for you as both a person and his friend. It was almost enough to make you forget to even answer him, settling to just mumble about how this is the least fun you’ve ever had a party as you closed your eyes. He responded by simply pulling you into him with his other arm, holding you and giving some reprieve from the events of the night.
“Do you want to go home?”
“I can’t, sadly.”
He hummed in acknowledgement, letting his fingers rub circles at the base of your neck.
“Anything you want to talk about?”
“If another guy I don’t know hits on me tonight I am going to start throwing punches. I have a title. I can do it. I will punch someone right in the face.”
He laughed a little bit, light and airy in a way that said that he understood the barely-joking edge to your comment.
“How about we just stay out here then, hm? Me and my favorite person, far off from the crowd that apparently I’m going to have to follow you into a fight against if we you back in there.”
“You wouldn’t have to follow me, you know. I can handle myself.”
“You sure can,” he paused for a moment to collect his thought, “but maybe I just like following you. Seeing you safe and whatnot. It’s more important to me than anything else about this event, these people.”
He said it so casually that you almost missed it, fluttered to the next moment, but something hooked you back, pulling you to things he had said even before that. Favorite person? More important than anything else? Even his friends, even Pete, Mark, and even Trent?
“Favorite?”
You cursed yourself at how weak your voice sounded, how confused. He made you feel like this often, sure, that’s why you went to him for solace. But you were good at putting up a front, being strong and confident and not this. Not so...vulnerable.
“Favorite. My favorite.”
In contrast, he sounded completely normal. So simple that you almost couldn’t believe that he was talking about something that was so serious, at least in your brain. Surely it wasn’t what you thought, what you wanted. Not when he said it as simply as talking about what he wanted for dinner, or where the next show was, or what he had done over the weekend.
“You’re my favorite too.”
You hoped he understood the implication of your statement, what you were trying to convey. How he wasn’t just your favorite friend, but more than that. And you were sure he did when you felt his grip drop from the back of your neck, fingers brushing across your shoulder and down your arm until his hand found yours. A moment of connection, of words unsaid but not unknown, understood but still not so openly communicated.
You wished it could change. You wished you could force the words from your throat, stop hiding behind the veil of confusion and borderline fear and just tell him how you felt. You wanted nothing more than to reach up and kiss him, hold him, let him know that he encompassed your every waking thought, but that was just too hard. You couldn’t make yourself do it, any of it. So instead, you settled for this. A moment of implications, of ideas, of everything but explicit truth, everything that was almost but not quite what you wanted.
#my emotional support man#alcohol ment#tyler bate imagine#Tyler Bate one shot#barely angsty? right at the end#because i am in a Mood#but it's mostly fluff
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Priority Wrestlers
A list of wrestlers that I’m just really into at the moment, and thus have a better chance of getting written quickly. This list will be updated as often as it needs to be to stay relevant!
Couple of notes: first, I normally only accept requests for NXT UK and AEW. There will, on occasion, be other wrestlers on this list that are not from those brands; I only accept requests for wrestlers from those brands when they are on this list, and only for the talent that is explicitly stated on this list. Any request for a talent that is not on this list from either of those brands (or any other promotion with no overlap between NXT UK or more notably AEW) will be deleted. Second, requesting someone on this list does not guarantee that your request will be out in a certain amount of time. These are just wrestlers that I have more interest in or attachment to at the moment, but at the end of the day I am still a college student that struggles to keep focus or inspiration for my writing at times and that takes precedence over the list. All rules still apply here, from what I will and won’t write for to rules about harassing me about requests.
NXT UK
Dani Luna
Flash Morgan Webster
Mark Andrews
Kenny Williams
Charlie Dempsey
NXT US
Fabian Aichner
A-Kid
Ben Carter
AEW
Hikaru Shida
Ricky Starks
Wardlow
WWE
Dominik Mysterio
Shotzi Blackheart
Ludwig Kaiser/Marcel Barthel
Unsigned/Indie Talent
Nixon Newell
Tim Thatcher
do you do just certain wrestlers or can we request anyone? 👉🏻👈🏻
Hey! Thanks for asking, I appreciate it! I’m answering your question under the cut here, but I’ll also be adding my request rules here so we’re on the same page. After that, I’ll reblogging this post a few times to add some other information under cuts such as the new posting schedule (which heads up, is non-existent at the moment) and the masterlist (assuming I don’t break that) in my inbox. Once the whole chain of posts is up, I will be pinning it to the top of my blog.
Below this cut are the rules and the current list of banned wrestlers. The list of banned wrestlers can be changed at any time by my discretion, and I ask that you check the list before submitting content. Any changes to the rules will be announced with separate posts.
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subculture request anon! nothing specific really, just some fluff or something funny I just really love them as a group and think it'd be fun to see what they'd be like around each other like trying to pick a movie to watch or trying to cook together you know?
ooh, okay! is there any way you could private message me, if you're comfortable with that? just want to make sure that i've got everything sorted before i start writing~
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hi idk if you're taking requests but if you are i was hoping you could write something about subculture? nothing romantic or anything just maybe like what their dynamic is or how you think they became a group? they're on of my favorites right now!
hello doll! is there anything specific you want? i would LOVE to write for subculture, they're one of my favorite groups too! if there's nothing specific I'll absolutely pull something off my list of ideas!
#jess speaks#but short answer is YES I WILL WRITE FOR SUBCULTURE#PLEASE REQUEST SUBCULTURE STUFF#i've got a certain friend that's perfectly aware of how i'm always ready to write for subculture
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I fell in love with the headcanon of Marko waking up with s/o by serenading them. I was wondering if you could be a drabble of how it would play out and their reaction.
happy first birthday to southwalessubculture! thought i'd go a little old school for tonight, since i got my start among our Jurassic Express boys. also added some semi-thematic elements, if you don't like it i can 100% re-write it to be more in tune with the original content
It was quiet as a whisper, the sound so low that you almost missed it at first. You let out a small groan and squeezed your eyes shut, trying to ignore it so you could rest, but the hand across your hair pulled you closer to consciousness as you finally cinched in on the sound in your ear; Marko, singing the song he wrote for your first anniversary, the one that you had cried in your car while listening to.
"Marko? What're you doin' here?"
He couldn't help but smile at how thick your voice was with sleep, how cloudy your mind was at this very moment. How even as you sat up, you were still rubbing your eyes to shake the cobwebs from your body.
"Happy birthday, baby."
You let out a little gasp of happiness, holding him as he continued to sing. You were on the phone with him just a few hours ago, him singing you off to sleep as he always does when you're having trouble winding down on your own. You'd heard the airport noise in the background, but he'd just reassured you that he was just going to the next tour stop for AEW; it had only been a few weeks since they had started touring again, but spending every night alone when he had been next to you for over a year was definitely a bit of a stressor to you as of late.
"I thought you said that you couldn't make it."
He had thought at that moment that he wouldn't make it, although he would never admit that; he'd had to pull every string in his proverbial book to get the day off and come home to you. He even went to Tony Khan himself begging to have one night completely free to see you, to which he finally agreed to the request.
"Did you really think I'd miss your birthday?"
You held him a little closer, running your fingers along his back.
"Sing to me?"
He laughed a bit, letting you move entirely into his lap before wrapping his arms entirely around you.
"Of course, baby."
You sighed as you leaned into him, listening to the timbre of his voice as he continued to sing. It had been a habit of his since before you got together, using his musical talents to ease you when you were particularly stressed or upset. His voice was soft, but he easily carried power and emotion through it when necessary, which made it
even more enjoyable to listen to. He always joked about how he wanted to record something with you one day, but you had always insisted that he was the singer for a reason.
"Happy birthday, babe. I love you."
"I love you too, Marko."
#marko stunt imagine#marko stunt drabble#marko stunt oneshot#marko stunt one shot#happy 1 year to the blog!#i'll write my full sappy letter later today but here's this for now
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hey, past jess? this wasn't a challenge
the day i go feral and post the tim thatcher smut in my drafts is the day this blog just collapses
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Hi! I just wanted to say that I LOVED the kenny williams one shot you wrote, I haven't read much for him on here and it was very refreshing. Also I'm a sucker for heartbreaking stuff and that was just gorgeous!
Ahh, thank you so much! I've been really into him and Nathan Frazer lately, I have another request for Kenny that I'm gonna try to get out soon since I'm suuuper interested in it right now. I also don't dabble over into angst very often unless it's requested, so it was really fun to get some of that out of my system.
#jess speaks#if anyone wants to send more kenny or nathan reqs 👀#i'm open and honestly pretty down to write rn
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49 in fluff w/ nathan frazer from nxt uk
Fluff #49: “You’re the only thing that matters.”
tw: panic attack symptoms
thanks for the request!
"Dude, where the hell have you been?"
You flinched at the yelling, even though it was through a phone that wasn't against your ear. Nathan turned to you, lips touching your forehead in a comforting gesture.
"I told you I couldn't make it, something's come up."
"This was supposed to be your big moment, though! Everyone's here, even Triple H came from America to meet the new talent like you and you've blown it. Saint is furious that you skipped out."
You felt the tears stinging your eyes again, finding yourself angry with what you were hearing. Nathan had told you it was a minor thing he could easily reschedule, and you'd believed him, and now he'd apparently missed a huge opportunity to move up in the brand thanks to you. If you hadn't had a panic attack earlier like a selfish fool, he'd be at that event right now rubbing shoulders with the industry's elite instead of coddling you like a baby.
"Darling, are you okay?"
His voice was soft, fingers brushing the skin of your shoulder as he tried to soothe you. Apparently the phone call had ended while you'd been lost in your thoughts, falling deeper into the well until you were shaking again.
"You should have gone. I would have been okay."
"You needed me here with you, and that's okay. There will be other chances like that one."
"Maybe not. You made people angry because of me."
"Hey, hey, hey, listen to me," his voice was gentle, hands moving to take yours, "this is not your fault. I made a choice on my own, and I don't regret it. I'd rather be here with you than in a room full of coworkers and barely-acquaintances."
"Why? You care so much about your career."
He smiled, reassuring and bright as he pulled you into his chest.
"Because you're the only thing that matters. I'll have other chances to rub shoulders with the stuffy guys in suits, this was more than that will ever be."
#nathan frazer imagine#ben carter imagine#nathan frazer oneshot#ben carter oneshot#nathan frazer one shot#ben carter one shot
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