#edge x reader

First Meeting🛍️

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fem reader, first meeting, edge has headcanons attached, post-underfell timeline, mute frisk, doomfanger is here, requested

words: 1,552

May I request something with Edge? I'm in the mood for comfort with maybe a dash of romance. Dealer's choice on the scenario so long as it's an x Reader. ʕ⁠っ⁠•⁠ᴥ⁠•⁠ʔ⁠っ

Hello friend and thank you for the welcome back! I'm so sorry for taking so long to respond to this. Here's a comfort fanfic with a dash of romance with Edge! ♥ (I'm going to refer Edge as Papyrus in this one since he's the only Papyrus in this little fic.)

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It's currently raining outside, the droplets gently falling on the house as you sit in the kitchen with a warm beverage in front of you, the delicious smell of your favorite scent wafting around. You merely stare out the window and watch the trees sway with the wind, some leaves flying around and sticking to the glass. Usually this type of weather would set your mind at ease and calm your nerves.

It doesn't seem to be working today.

Luckily you got home in time to watch the weather instead of being in it. At least that's one good thing that happened to you, though, it still doesn't beat the amount of bad things that you experienced today. One after the other, the customers wouldn't let up from their complaints and were quite brutal with their words, and even your manager was in a bad mood from dealing with them, so it made you and the others suffer from their outbursts. Then if that wasn't enough, you were short staffed, so you had to pick up the slack and push yourself to finish the extra tasks placed on you.

Overall, it was a shitty day, but you were glad to be home.

Releasing a heavy sigh, you finally pick up the warm mug and take a sip, the warm liquid going down easily. As your body slowly unwinds from the rough morning, you glance at the time and smile, knowing Papyrus will be home at any minute. Just as soon as soon as you thought that, there's a sound of someone unlocking the front door and opening it.

"Dearest? Are You Home?" Papyrus called out.

Smiling wider, you stand up and make your way to the front, already feeling so much better after seeing the tall, dark, and handsome skeleton. His small, red eye lights seem to brighten upon seeing you as he sets some bags down on the coffee table and walks over to you. You open your arms and Papyrus accepts the hug, his long arms wrapping around you, making you feel safe and snug against his chest. Closing your eyes, you inhale before slowly exhaling, your body practically slumping against him as the stress leaves your body. He nuzzles into the crown of your head.

"Rough Day…?" He questioned.

"Yeah…" You lift your head up to meet his gaze. "I'm slowly feeling better though now that you're here."

There's a slight red hue on his bony cheeks and you can't help but giggle. A huff leaves him. That's the only warning you get before he lifts you up, a squeal leaving your lips as you wrap your arms around his bony neck. You gaze at him as your face become hot, knowing he's only using one arm to properly hold you up. A smirk crosses his skull.

"You Will Be Happy To Know That I Finally Have A Whole Weekend Off," he caress' your warm cheek with his free hand. "A Whole Weekend In Making Sure My Datemate Feels One Hundred Percent Better. At Least Before We Both Head Back To Work."

"Oh, that's amazing, Papyrus! We finally have a weekend off together!" you exclaimed as you turn your head a bit and kiss his palm, then softly smile at him.

You watch his eye lights grow hazy at the motion before he leans forward and kisses you on the lips, your eyes fluttering shut and your arms tightening around him. A moment passes before the two of you part, but don't move too far away. Papyrus caresses your cheek again, his eye lights a little bigger and showing hearts.

"Come. Let Me Cook Us Something To Eat While You Tell Me About Your Day."

"You too," you gently bump your head against his skull. "I want to hear about your day, too."

A hum escapes him before he nods. "Very Well. You Go First, Dearest."

(Adam ‘Edge’ Copeland);*!

Title: A Memorable Dinner Pairing: Edge x Reader Word Count: 933

“Okay, that’s it. What’s on your mind?” You set your cutlery down on your plate before you prop your elbows up on the dinner table, quirking a brow at Edge as you peer over at him sitting opposite you. He stops mid-swig of his beer and meets your eyes, seemingly freezing in time before he swallows it down and gives you a nonchalant shrug in response.

“I don’t know what you me-”

“Honey, come on. You’ve hardly said a word since the main course arrived.” you hum and give him a pointed look, “You can barely keep still in your seat, and you just…I dunno. You seem off. So talk to me.”

Casting him a knowing look, you press him slightly more on the matter. When it’s clear you’re not willing to let it go, Edge lets out a sigh, sets his glass down, and slouches back in his seat slightly. He gives it a moment and mulls his words over before he even thinks about opening his mouth to continue, and you find yourself hoping for the best, yet simultaneously expecting the worst ahead of time.

“Nothing’s wrong, babe. Really. It’s…I’ve been thinking about a few things lately, that’s all.”

HAVE A DRINK ON ME

(Adam ‘Edge’ Copeland x gn!Reader)

After another great victory of the tag team belts for E&C, two very good friends of not only yours but truly the rest of the roster as well, it was deemed worthy to celebrate with a couple of drinks. It was also Monday, which meant you had four days off, so truly, it would be a lot more than a couple of drinks. Especially for Adam apparently.

He was having the time of his life, a bashful grin covering his cheeks, a little rosey from alcohol and laughter as he made his way through the groups everyone had unintentionally formed. Originally, he had been sitting on the barstools with you after finally convincing you to even come, but as soon as Christian was stumbling off he flew right after him. Your boyfriend loved his boyfriend more than he loved you sometimes.

You shook him off with a laugh, he was always super extroverted and it seemed to get worse when he drank.

“Leaving you just like that, huh?” A man, you couldn’t remeber his name, spoke from next to you. He was new to WWF, like a couple weeks new. As of now, you were pretty sure he was in a tag-team with Road Dogg.

“Oh,” You look over your shoulder at Adam with a laugh, “Yeah. It’s whatever, wherever Christian goes he must follow.” Somehow, Adam had seen your glance of him and completely left whatever conversation he was having and started barreling towards you. The man you were talking with watched him practically dive at you across the bar, shock clear on his face. Confustion takes over you but before you’re able to ask whats wrong, Adam is wrapping you in a huge bear hug from behind and giving you the biggest, wettest, fat kiss on the cheek.

“Missed you.” He spoke, but didn’t move from his spot, lips murming into your now wet cheek. “You wanna go home? Lets go home.” He finally stepped back, disregarding the guy by your side and tried to gently pry you from the bar stool.

“Adam, I’m having a conversation.” You tried scolding him but the smile slipping past you didn’t help your matter much. He stopped trying to pull you from the sticky chair and instead leaned in between your legs, planting another wet kiss to your lips. The guy you had been talking to took a hint and left with a chuckle. You would’ve apologized if your face wasn’t being sucked off at the moment. Adam grabbed your hands and layed them against his cheeks, giving them a little pat before leaning furhter into you with a happy hum. You had a habit of putting your hands to his face when he kissed you, clearly he liked it. Giggling against his lips you pulled away from him, eyebrows raised at his antics.

“Whats gotten into you, hm?” You asked, muttering to him in his closeness as your thumbs swiped across his warm skin.

“You don’t wanna leave with me? C’mon, spend the night with me.” He knew exactly what he was doing with that tone and those eyes.

“If you really wanna leave we can, but we’re not doing anything like that,” He starts pouting under your gaze but before he can start complaining, you interrupt him. “Sweetheart, you’re drunk. I’ve really only had a couple Cokes, somone has to drive you and Christian back. I’m not doing anything with you while you’re like this.”

He understood where you were coming from and didn’t want to push himself on you, so instead he just nodded but the disappointment in his eyes stayed.

“Stop pouting!” You laughed at him, finally taking your hands from his face and gave his shoulder a playful hit. “If you really wanna leave, go find Christian and drag him back here, I’ll take you to the hotel.” He groaned your name up to the sky, now far too unmotivated to look for Christian. With a sigh, you grab the collar of the leather jacket he always seemed to be wearing and pulled him down to you, forcing him to look you in the eyes.

“Adam, you have no idea how much I want you right now, but I won’t do anything when you’re in this state. Maybe, possibly, if you manage to sober up while were at the hotel…” Your whispering trailed off suggestively, fingers rubbing against the smooth fabric of his jacket.

“I could’ve never asked for a better partner. You’re perfect and I love you more than anyones ever loved anybody ever.” He rushed, giving you another wet, frankly gross kiss before hes running off after Christian, much like he’d done earlier.

seriously you need anything done at all turn on some damn instrumental guitar, not joking ive never been able to focus like this its crazy, but ive also been writing in the dark and i cant see anything except my screen so that might also be helping lol.

short, but cute ig. getting tired, so ill prolly look over this tomorrow after posting, sorry if it sucks rn

only two more requests then i gotta get some work done on these damn series i havent updated this shit in like atleast half a year its sad

NOVEMBER RAIN

( Adam ‘Edge’ Copeland x gn!Reader)

“This isn’t funny guys, it’s cold out here!” Adam yelled from beside you, pounding onto the motel room door as you shivered and tried to shove yourself further into your coat. Christian and Lita had decided it would be funny to lock the two of you outside after honking the horn and sprinting from the car as fast as they could, startling the two of you awake in the backseat to stumble out into the pouring rain, just on the verge of snow thanks to being in the ever freezing Alaska. It wasn’t often visited by WWE, but every once in a while it was sprung upon everyone.

“I can hear you giggling in there! I’m gonna get pneumonia again and I’m gonna tell everyone it’s all your guys’ fault!” Once, last year, you’d gotten a little too tipsy after a big win and went to celebrate with your boys- of course they were there, the three of you were never far from each other- and had been coaxed into a few snow angels. Of course, you had no coat, or gloves, not even a hat, and caught a pretty bad case of pneumonia. Whenever you wanted something really bad you just pretended you were still mad at them for it. Usually it worked, but this time your trick seemed unsuccessful.

With a groan, you turned from the door and pouted your way to the bench not far from your room. Thankfully it was under a bit of roof so the rain couldn’t reach it. Tucking your knees close to your chest in hopes of a little bit more warmth, you watched Adam come join you on the bench.

“Think they’ll let us in soon?” You asked, tilting your head onto his shoulder and looking out on the rain. He shrugged underneath you.

“Who knows. I think this might be Christians payback for last week so we might be out here for a little.” The two of you had superglued Christians cup to his hand when he was too busy kissing all up on Lita to notice. Giggling at the memory, your pout recluses as you shuffle further into Adam’s side, his arm coming up to sit over your shoulder.

“Seems like the start of a prank war to me.” You spoke with fond memories quickly returning. ‘Prank Wars’ as your little trio liked to call them, were definitely not new, you just had an added enemy this time. Your hand left its nice, warm pocket for the warmth of Adam’s instead, fingers joining together and dangling over your shoulder with a comforting squeeze.

“Let the prank wars…” He moved in closer to you, whispering some dumb accent into your ear. “Commence!!” God, what a weirdo. And didn’t you just love him for it? Here you sat, pretending like he was just oh-so-weird, when he had you giggling and more bashful than you knew possible! It seemed to be a normal thing, he’d always make you sheepish and giddy with laughter, and at some point, when it was just the two of you, he’d started ending your giggles with a sweet kiss. Only when it was the two of you though, no one else knew. You weren’t really sure why, maybe it was just nice for the two of you to finally have something to yourselves. You didn’t have to share him with the rest of the world, even if they watched him wrestle at least once a week.

Your hand squeezed his again as you picked your head up from his shoulder with a huge grin, the one he was happy to have put there. Your other hand, which had been happily tucked between your legs and enjoying the warmth moved to cup his jaw, softly touching the little bit of stubble that’d grown since last night. Finally, with love sick grins, soft lips met soft lips. Neither of you want to put back, enjoying the warmth both emotionally and literally, it was fucking freezing, but when you finally do both of your ear-to-ear smiles return before another quick peck.

“How are we gonna get ‘em back?” You mutter, barely centimeters from him. You could see his tiny little freckles, he could see all the indents of your skin. Before he’s able to answer, the door swings open, and Christian and Lita pop their heads out. Lita, with a grin the size of Texas, but Christian looks like a scorned mother.

“Now, what in the hell is this?” He sounded like a scorned mother too.

Just a cute lil thing, today was my first day off of not even kidding the MONTH and I’ve been kicked back off the Netflix account so no supernatural for me 😔 ive cleaned, ive read a book and a half, ive now wrote im going stir crazy i dont even know what to do with free time anymore

A/N: Yessss. I love this idea so much. And I hope you don't mind but I made it a Fluffy Smut :)

{Warnings: Swearing, nondescripted acts of sex-}