Title:  Father's Day
Fandom: WWE (John Cena/Randy Orton)
Summary: It's Father's Day, and John has a surprise for Randy.
Rating: K+
Author's Notes: Late Father's Day fic is late. Also, it's unbeta-ed so any mistakes are my own... But it's FLUFF people! :D
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, never will...

( Father's Day )

He stormed back from the ring. 245lbs of raw anger and frustration made his way back to the locker room, silently fuming. With his jaw clenched and muscles bunched up tightly under smooth, tan skin, the tension radiating off his body was practically visible. Tattooed arms hung quietly at his side, but the tendons and muscles were coiled like ( Read more... )

Title: The List
Fandom: WWE (John Cena/Randy Orton)
Word Count:  504
Summary: John thinks about the things he loves.
Rating: K+
Author's Notes: Another drabble/drablet/ what have you. I'm working on the sequel to "Promises In Sleep...", but the end of this week is a little insane for me, so it might be a bit before I get anything up for it. ( Read more... )

Title: Promises In Sleep Are Promises I'll Keep

Fandom: WWE (John Cena/Randy Orton)

Word Count:  141

Summary: John mutters when he's half-asleep.

Rating: K+

Author's Notes: just a quick drablet i wrote during Smackdown! the other night...all forms of comments, criticism, etc, are welcomed. Apologies for the multiple cut links, I have no idea why it's ( Read more... )

i wrote a song today
i wrote it in my head for you
if you believe in that
sort of thing.

but otherwise,
my body just spins
slowly, slowly
in opposing directions

as the lights slowly flicker and fade
behind dimly lit eyelids
and this poem refuses to let
me sleep
despite my feeble attempts
(coffee, a mango, some chocolate)

my haze filled mind still screams SLEEP.

( Read more... )

I don’t remember waking up.

I don’t even remember how I got to where I am.

…er…where exactly IS that?

All I know I know is I’ve got a blanket covering my bare chest and pillow surrounding my head. I’m not so certain about my legs. There’s something on the tv, though I’m not sure if it’s a hockey game or a soccer game. All I can ( Read more... )

I took a deep breath and willed myself not to get angry.

“I can’t do this anymore,” I said, as gently as I could. He stared at me for a full minute before speaking.

“What are you talking about?” could he really be that thick? Apparently the answer was “yes.”

“Us, Az. Us. I can’t do this, do us. I can’t be with you.” I sighed, getting exasperated ( Read more... )

unknown characters, setting potentially comes from Three Tries... but I'm really not sure. comments are always welcome.

He sat by her bedside, half asleep and clutching her hand. He couldn’t bear to look up though. That would mean his eyes would have to see the stained red bandages first, and the tiny bits of black poking out from underneath where ( Read more... )