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3. Kyle Fletcher losing his mind and joining Don Callis after Mark Davis got injured and disappeared for one year.

Turning then on Will and almost killing him several times

We need to start a support group for wrestlers who lost the narrative of the plot when they broke up with their exes:

Toni Storm’s amnesia

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MCMG | A.S. Part 2

Summary: Alex sees his nurse at their speakeasy.

Author's Note: Inspired by them having their own band. I was listening to them on Spotify. I like it.

Happy Friday Night Smackdown, babes. ❤️

Part 1

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Alex was well aware that he asked a stupid question. It was easily the dumbest question in the world. What was he even asking? He couldn't pinpoint the exact meaning behind that question.

Do you often heal people in the back of a car?

Do you often help federally wanted murderers?

Do you often get kidnapped?

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Several times, her mouth opened and closed. Alex hoped that she would just ignore the question and pretend like it never happened. Chris certainly didn't. He didn't even make an actual attempt to try to hide it.

The driver snorted and pretended that he sneezed. He made a poor attempt to keep his eyes on the road. His body shook as he laughed. A couple of times he had to catch himself from drifting off to the sidewalks. Several times Alex could hear his best friends muttering oh Alex.

"If you turn right, I live in the apartments halfway down the block," the nurse interrupted. Alex told him to turn the car right to get her home safely. Chris did as he was ordered. He was still trying to catch his breath. The mobster life didn't have many funny moments, but this one certainly took the cake.

"Right here is fine," she informed the driver. Alex looked out the window to see a store. He reasoned that the woman didn't want them to know where she lived. There was no way he could blame her. They weren't exactly portrayed as the best men around on the Detroit Press. The car came to a stop.

"I am sorry again. Do you want me to walk you up? I could just walk you to the building. It doesn't have to be your front door unless you want it to be," Alex said. His brown eyes lingered on her. Chris groaned in pain. His best friend could not get the hint that she wanted nothing to do with them.

"I think I can find my own way, thanks. I hope you feel better." she told him. The mobster was confused if it was something she normally told her patients or if she meant it. Even if it was to him. An idiot that was shot in an alleyway with a best friend that was currently hiding his head in the wheel laughing.

The nurse left the car and walked through the alleyway. Her apartment must be somewhere in the back. Alex took a breath that he didn't realize he was holding. The car was tense before Chris decided to break the silence.

"You know, I've been shot, I've been beaten, and I've had bones broken, but that was probably the most painful thing I have ever seen in my entire life." Chris admitted. He placed a hand over his heart and gritted his teeth.

Alex glared at him. "Just drive us home,"

During the ride home, he noticed the nurse left her satchel. There was absolutely no way he could just walk into the hospital and turn it into lost and found. Companies were handing out severe penalties for helping mobsters. The woman already didn't like him enough. He didn't need to add to the list. He opened the satchel to see if he could learn anything about her.

Various medical supplies were left in there. Some of them were things he used on him. Alex continued to rummage through the bag. There wasn't much to really identify her. He noticed some writing in the side pocket.

Evelyn,

Remember your pledge.

Mom and Dad

A knock on the window made him jump. Chris opened the back door. "Come on, Romeo,"

"Evelyn,"

"You got shot in the shoulder, not the head. You know your name, Alex. What are you talking about?"

"Her name is Evelyn," Alex answered. He showed him the satchel that she had left in the car. "I have to return this to her somehow,"

"I can guarantee that poor girl is going to never walk alone ever again even if it's to get mail. We are never going to see her again. Just throw it away," Chris shrugged.

Alex looked at the bag. He was probably right, but he couldn't find himself able to throw it away. Something kept telling him that they would run into each other again. He could feel it in his bones.

During the week, he found himself thinking about Evelyn. It didn't matter the time of day. When he woke up, his thoughts drifted to her. In "business" meetings, he wondered if she was working on a patient. As he drifted off to sleep, the nurse's face was the last thing he saw. Alex had to get another shot at her. Fate would be on his side on a rainy Friday night.

Men and women alike were looking for a fun night out after a long week of work. They were used to Alcohol was banned across the nation. They needed an outlet, and speakeasies were the best place to do so.

Different types of speakeasies were opening around Detroit. S and S seemed to be the only ones that could withstand the police raids and federal Prohibition agents. With the knowledge that they had a low chance of being arrested, S and S was a hot spot to hit up when looking for a good time.

The owners were normally amongst the people. No one really heckled them. The people wanted their alcohol and Shelley and Sabin kept the police officers away. It was a win-win for both sides. That's why it wasn't a surprise when Alex and Chris were getting ready to perform that night.

Ever since they were young, they played in a band. Alex was the singer, and Chris was on guitar. They had a couple of their other friends join in, too. This was a fun activity for them and gave them a break from the daily mob life.

"You sure you up to sing tonight?" Chris asked. The slightly taller man looked at his best friend. Sure, Alex was a pain in the ass, but he was his pain in the ass. Currently, that pain in the ass was looking at the musical numbers they would be performing.

They liked to keep their set small so the patrons at their speakeasy could mingle.

Alex smiled at his partner. This was always his way of asking if he was okay. He'd never directly ask it. Just ask about a task they had to do and see if he was up to it or not.

"I'm fine, Chris. My arm has been in a sling to heal quicker. You have been doing almost all the work here. I think I am going to pull through,"

When he said sling, his mind wandered to Evelyn. He still held on to her satchel. He hid it in his desk drawer in his office. Chris would tease him forever if he saw it.

"Well, come on then," Chris told him roughly. Alex stood up from his desk chair and followed Chris to the back of the wooden stage. The black curtains hid them from the audience.

"We have a special band for you all tonight, and Detroit, I don't think you are ready for this one," Alicia Taylor spoke through the microphone. She even added a little attitude with a shrug.

The crowd started to cheer. They egged her on to announce the special band. Alex and Chris broke out into a smile when they started to chant their names.

"Then let me be the first to welcome our special guests and my bosses, Alex Shelley and Chris Sabin," she announced loudly.

The crowd clapped and cheered. The MCMGs may be wanted criminals on the outside, but to these people, they were heroes.

Alicia walked off the stage as Alex and Chris made their way on. Alex walked to the microphone and adjusted it to his height. He moved his hair out of the way. His eyes scanned the crowd to see some familiar faces. His light brown eyes stopped on one particular person. He wasn't familiar with her yet, but he definitely wanted to get familiar with her.

Evelyn seemed intrigued that he was on the stage. She might think he was insane for being shot and then being on stage a week later. At least she didn't look terrified to see him. Then again, she could be so drunk that she has no idea she's at a place owned by two guys that kidnapped her. Either way, she was at his speakeasy, and he was going to make the most out of it.

He smiled at her shyly.

To his shock, she smiled back.

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This is a mistake

General Masterlist | AEW Masterlist | Claudio Castagnoli Masterlist

Title: This is a mistake

Day/Prompt(s): Day 3. ❄️ Accelerated heartbeat ❄️ Kissing in the snow ❄️ “Here, take my coat.” by @12daysofchristmas

Fandom/Character(s)/ship: All Elite Wrestling / Claudio Castagnoli, Reader / Claudio Castagnoli x Reader

Warnings: Mafia!AU, Angst

Word count: words

Tag: @madhatterbri some angst but with a fluff and cute ending.

Y/N leaves the suitcase laying on the floor, falling backwards on the bed. For the very first time she is in Switzerland - the place where he is born - but the journey to get there by plane has been so long.

It is the first time that she has gotten such a long flight and she doesn't even complain... When they landed, she could notice that it was snowing and she loved the atmosphere. The drive to his home had been short and full of kisses and reassurance that his paremts would love her, but she had a bad feeling about it.

"Mom, dad, this is Y/N. Y/N, these are my mom and dad." Claudio had smiled encouragingly at her.

"H-Hallo..." She had tried her best, but there had been some fracture right from the start.

Y/N closes her eyes, taking a deep breath, getting into a fetal position, slowly falling asleep. She is not used to the jet lag, she has never travelled outside of the States, let alone even too far away from Florida.

Claudio looks at her from the doorframe, a smile appearing on his lips. He turns around when he hears steps and then a hand gets posed on his shoulder. His mom wants to speak with him and he already has an idea about what.

"Komm mit, Claudio." (Come with me, Claudio) She demands, still a bit gentle.

"Ich komme." (I'm coming) He closes the door slowly, so it doesn't make any sound, following his mother into the living room, where his father is waiting. He sits in front of them, listening out for steps that luckily don't sound around.

"We are glad to have you finally here, Claudio." His mother starts saying, putting his head over her open hand.

"Care to explain who that girl is, though?" His dad has never been gentle, he has neglected him so much in the past...

"She is my girlfriend. It's Y/N." He says with confidence: no matter what they think, he loves her and they are still working good together, even when she isn't a mafia woman.

"Which family does she come from?" His dad raises an eyebrow: he has a feeling that they won't like the answer.

"..." Claudio sighs, looking down at the table. "She is not in our business, Dad." He looks back up at him.

"She is... What now?" His dad stands up, slamming his hands on the table.

"The story is long and complicated, Dad. But I love her and she can still do us good."

Y/N wakes back up from her light sleep, stretching her arms with a yawn. She is still tired, but she is thirsty as well. Standing up, she walks out of the room, going down the stairs to search for the kitchen.

She is confused, that house is very big and it seems impossible to find what one wants. Passing by what she thinks is the living room, Claudio's back catches her eye, but she goes on, not really paying attention to what they are saying. She gets a glas of water, drinking it and then fills it back, walking back towards the stairs.

"Wait, meine Liebe. (My love) Let me speak." The voice of a woman gets to Y/N's ears from the living room. "Claudio, Sohn (son), you are making a huge mistake. We are letting you run the business in the United States, but this is too much!" The woman says, anger in her words.

"I am still running the business, you can ask Sheamus and Jon, or anyone else! She may not come from an important family like ours, but I love her!" Claudio gulps, when his father slams his hands once again on the table, getting in his face.

"You should be ashamed of yourself, you should find someone who can be an addition to our family, not a burden!" His father is angry, Claudio knows ir very well.

"She may not be like us, but she is in her last year of university, to become a doctor. I can get her a job at one of our affiliate hospitals and she can take care of minor wounds at home."

Claudio answers back, only to snap his face to the side, once he hears a loud gasp, the sound of glas shattering on the floor and then steps running away from there.

He mutters something under his breath, getting up from the chair he is sitting on. He looks briefly at his parents, not caring about their disappointed gazes. They don't even try to stop him, he just runs after her, getting his coat on, since outside it is still snowing.

The door to the garden is still open and he can see the shape of her shoes in the fresh snow. He runs as much as he can, calling her, not sure she can actually hear him over the wind, or if she is ignoring him.

"Y/N! Wait for me!" He tries to reach out for her, once he is near enough, but she gathers her last strength to get away once again.

"Leave me alone! Go book me a ticket for the first flight back." Y/N screams at him, her voice is nervous, by looking at her, Claudio can tell that she has been crying. She is shaking, she wasn't meant to get out there, but after hearing his parents' words, the last thing she has wanted, was to get dressed more for the weather.

"No...!" Claudio holds out a hand and grabs her by one arm, taking her close to his chest. "I love you, Y/N. I don't care what my parents think about it." He looks her in the eyes, even with her trying to avoid it.

"I heard what they said, Claudio! Maybe they are right. Maybe you should find someone more suitable for you and your... Business." More tears roll down her cheeks, but she doesn't dry them.

"No and you know why?" He questions, but it's not to be answered. "Because I love you like I never loved anyone. I am choosing to keep you out of my business as much as I can, because you are important to me and I would hate it if you would get hurt." He speaks non-stop, trying to convince her. "My world is dangerous, the last thing I want, is for you to get killed or worse." He dries her tears with a thumb.

"Your parents hate me..." It hurts her, because they haven't even really talked properly to each other.

"They are old mentality... I'm not like that though." He takes off his coat. "Here, take my coat, before you get sick." He says sweetly, noticing how much she is shaking due to the cold.

"You won't leave me?" She asks wearily, sinking in his coat, feeling a bit relieved.

"I'll never leave you, Schatz." He rubs his nose against hers, breathing in her scent. "Can I get a kiss?" Normally he would just do it, but she needs reassurance at the moment.

"Just do that, without asking me."

Claudio doesn't let her tell that one more time, he cups her cheek with his hands, kissing her sweetly under the snow.

They will probably be sick the day after, but their relationship is way more important. Y/N kisses him back, her heartbeat is accelerated both from the run and from that sweet moment. When they finally divide, she smiles.

"I'm sorry I ran away, their words hurt me." She says gently.

"It's okay, I'm glad you listened to me."

He pecks her on the lips, noticing briefly that his parents are watching them from one window. He smiles at them: he doesn't care about what they say, he just loves her too much to leave her be and go back to her family.

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😍😍😍 Wow!!!

Made a thing for one of my friends. Since they got the picture, I wanted to share it with you all. ❤️

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New ways to get warm

General Masterlist | AEW Masterlist | Claudio Castagnoli Masterlist

Title: New ways to get warm

Day/Prompt(s): Day 2. Trapped together in a snowstorm + "I thought you knew where you were going?!" by @12daysofchristmas

Fandom/Character(s)/ship: All Elite Wrestling / Claudio Castagnoli, Reader / Claudio Castagnoli x Reader

Warnings: Mafia!AU, oral sex, light dirty talk, graphic description of sex

Word count: 1757 words

The car comes to a stop abruptly and Y/N opens her eyes, looking around. Claudio has left her side, knocking on the dividing dark glas, which gets opened by the driver.

"What is wrong, George?" A quick glance outside and the situation is clear: there is 0 visibility, a snowstorm is ongoing outside.

"It is too risky to drive further, Boss. I was able to park on the side of the road, but it's impossible to move." The driver turns to him, looking apologetic.

"Where are we exactly?" Claudio doesn't like such problems, but there is less they can do. He sighs: they shouldn't have gone that weekend to New York.

"I-I'm not sure. We passed Bayway not long ago, but now it is impossible to understand it." The driver looks back in front of him, gulping.

"George, dammit! I thought you knew where you were going!?" Claudio shakes his head, not happy at all about that situation.

"Yes Boss, but -" He gets scared by the hand which Claudio slams against his seat.

"Shut up and close this window. You better find a way to go on, we can't stay here inside forever."

Claudio sits back next to Y/N, who lets her head on his shoulder. They can't stay there, they need to find somewhere to sleep, if they stay in that limo, they could fall sick.

Hours pass by, Claudio and Y/N spend the time dozing off or watching a film, but it starts to get cold and they can't always keep the limo on, to stay warm. Y/N wakes up shaking, not really dressed enough. It seems they are moving, slowly, but at least they are and it makes her feel better.

"We are trying to get to a hotel, but it might take a while, Schatz." That is not what he had imagened when he had needed to go to New York and bring her with him. Claudio takes off his jacket, putting it around her and kisses her forehead, smiling.

"It's okay, as long as we get somewhere warm and can get a hot bath or shower."She inhales his scent coming from the jacket.

"You know, there is something we can do, to keep ourselves warm while we wait, but you need to be quiet, I don't want the driver to hear us." He smirks, licking at her earlobe, his hot breath gives her goosebumps and steals a little moan from her throat.

"C-Claudio..."

Keeping her mouth shut surely isn't easy, especially ever since he starts touching her body. He leaves a trail of kisses from her ear, wandering down your neck, leaving some bites here and there. His right hand roams from her shoulder all the way down, until it can get under the button-up t-shirt she is wearing. With the other hand he tries to open it and Y/N makes sure to help him with that task, letting that he tosses the shirt somewhere at their feet.

Thankfully all the windows in the limo are blackened, so no one, not even the driver, can see them, if it isn't open. They can still be heard though, hence why Claudio told her to keep quiet. He cups a hand over one of your boobs, squeezing it. Trailing down with the kisses, he licks your nipple through the fabric of your bra. He can care less that it'll get wet, it doesn't matter to him right now, because that piece of clothing will soon make the same end as the button-up t-shirt.

"Claudio please..." Y/N pleads him through her teeth, trying not to be too vocal, but it is difficult for her.

Her boyfriend seems to have mercy for a moment, he kisses back up to her jaw and then ear, whispering something, while he takes her bra off with just one hand.

"If George hears you, I'll have to stop, Schatz. You don't want that, do you?" He asks darkly, playing with her nipples between two fingers.

"N-no! I-I'll behave, Daddy." That threat is definitely cruel, but she doesn't want George to know what they are doing. It would be just too embarassing.

"You are always such a good girl, Y/N. Daddy's good girl."

Claudio doesn't speak anymore, he busies himself with licking and sucking on her nipples, making sure to get them red and hard. Sliping with a hand under her knee long skirt, he goes under her panties, playing with a finger between her labia. He smirks as he feels how wet she already is for him, but decides to tease her, instead of fucking her directly with his fingers.

Oh no... How is she supposed to keep quiet when he plays like that with her body? Y/N shuts her eyes, biting her lower lip, as multiple moans escape her throat. She whimpers when Claudio stops teasing her labia and gets off her nipples, looking disappointed at her. It pains him more than it should, he doesn't really want to stop what he has started, but it feels like she is testing him.

"S-sorry, I won't do that anymore, but..." She whimpers again, knowing fully that she is shamelessly totally wet. "Please don't stop" Her cheeks become that light pink he always loves.

"Oh, I am sure you won't." He stands up straight, grinning as he takes off his tie, rolling it to a ball, stuffing it gently in her mouth, just enough that it'll muffle her sounds. "You can moan how much you want now, it'll be impossible to hear them."

Y/N yelps in surprise, nodding at his words. She makes sure to open her legs wide, when Claudio presses on her thighs, so he can stay between them comfortable. His hands roam down to the hem of her skirt, taking it painfully slow down and he licks his lips, when he sees her wet underwear.

"You'll love it." He declares, digging between her legs, until his nose is buried in her underwear. Her smell is strong, he has grown to like it, especially because it is him who causes that. Y/N places a hand on the back of his head, letting it sit there, while Claudio starts licking her cunt through the fabric. The tie in her mouth succeeds on muffling her moans, while she bucks her hips down, trying to get to feel him more.

"Pleashe Dady." She tries to ask him, but it's almost unaudible. Claudio smirks and moves the slip at the side, licking a strip on her labia up to her clit, which he tortures gently with his teeth. Y/N swears she sees stars when he does that, and arches her back, while Claudio brings her right knee over his shoulders. From brushing his teeth on her clit, he starts to suck on it, while with a finger he gets easily into her given how wet she is. Her hand presses on his head, closing her eyes, to feel those sensations even more than at the moment.

She can't help but whine, when her boyfriend stops giving attention to her clit, getting a chuckle from him.

"Give me just one moment, don't be so impatient, Schatz."

She raises an eyebrow at him, letting go oh his head, only for him to get to her labia and starting to get his tongue inside of her. She brings her arm to his mouth, to further muffle her sounds, hips still bucking down towards him, so his tongue is spearing him even more. When he gets a second and a third finger inside of her, he scissors them, crooking them as soon as he finds her sweet spot which he tortures.

"I can feel that you are close to cum, do it for Daddy, let me drink you down, baby."

Claudio whispers to her and still plays around her sweet spot, while he goes back up to suck on her clit, until her legs start to tremble. Y/N doesn't last much anymore, once he tells her to let herself go: she feels her legs like jelly, her stomach clenches like it always does in those situations and she is breathless, as she rides through her orgasm.

"Fuck me, please Daddy."

She pleads him, after she gets the tie out of her mouth for a moment. Claudio smirks and stands back up for a moment, just enough to take all of his clothes off, sitting then on the seat. He motions her to seat in his lap, while he strokes himself twice, to get hard enough.

"Be Daddy's good girl and get on me, Schatz."

Y/N doesn't need to be told twice, she gets slightly up, getting over at his shaft and lowering herself on it. To hide her moans at being stretched like that, she kisses him deeply, catching his taste as much as she can. His hands go on her hips, holding them almost bruisingly, waiting a moment to move, when she bottoms out. Being big isn't always a good thing, but she has grown to accomodate him well, especially when she is particularly wet.

She starts moving on him, so Claudio follows her movements, slow at first, but when he picks up his pace, he pounds mercilessly into her. Y/N reaches her second orgasm not long after, throwing her head back, baring her naked neck to Claudio, who kisses and bites it. She clenches around his dick, trying to milk his orgasm out of him.

She cocks her head when he moves his hand to reach a bag not far away from them, but whimpers when she notices what he takes out of it.

"Gotta keep you full until we are finally at the hotel."

He smirks at her, keeping her at the base of his dick painting her insides with his cum. She cums a third time, letting herself go against him, whining when he moves her carefully, now overstimulated. The plug with which he closes her, feels almost weird, but she doesn't really complain...

"How do you feel?" He asks gently, rubbing her back, soothingly.

"You just fucked the soul out of me, I feel just so good, a bit overstimulated at the moment." She brushes her lips on his neck, sighing tired.

"Let me just help you get dressed and then you can rest against me."

He gets her carefully next to him, letting her shift so that she can stay comfortable. He gently helps her get dressed and gets his clothes on as well, sitting back down next to her, letting that Y/N lets her head on his shoulder.

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""You can moan how much you want now, it'll be impossible to hear them."

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Last line... No one's tagged me, but I'm bored and waiting for bread to proof.

From my & @himbos-hotline KOxMB

Kyle's heart raced, he panted, mad at himself for getting aroused by the memory.

From my own:

"Sorry, I needed a bit of bullshit after all the wholesome that I just endured."

Tags: @madhatterbri @katries @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @himbos-hotline @xxcarpexnoctemxx if you wanna.

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Thanks for the follow :)

You are welcome :)

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hi do you just not like the miz and prefer not to write with him or did he do something problematic I don't know about?

I just don't like him. I can for example put him really shortly in a fic, but I don't like him enough to write entire fics about him. Normally same with the others I don't write about.

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MCMG | A.S.

Summary: The co-leaaders of the MCMGs run into some trouble.

Author's Note: Bri makes wrestlers mobsters for no apparent reason again. Lol.

Trigger Warning(s): Gun shot, blood, cursing.

Happy Friday Night Smackdown, babes. 🫶

Alex Shelley Masterlist

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Taglist: @smallestsnarkestgirl @cowboywritersworld @magicalbuttertarts

Also starring: DIY.

1920s Detroit

"Jesus, Chris, would you look at all this," Alex chuckled as he placed a cigarette between his lips. He produced a lighter from his jacket and lit the cig. Within seconds, he was happily smoking in celebration. "All this is going to ship out tomorrow through Ontario, Chicago, and all the other major cities. I could kiss that idiot Volstead for helping sign the Prohibition to law,"

Chris looked around the basement. Kegs filled with alcohol stacked from the floor to the basement ceiling. All he could see were dollar signs. Michigan was already prohibiting alcohol before the nationwide ban. Now that all of the United States was participating in it, their business would certainly start booming.

"I gotta hand it to you," he chuckled and patted Alex's back. "Your idea was a good one. Maybe even your best one yet,"

The men were in good spirits with their gang's potential increased cash flow. After a couple of minutes of talking, they decided to head back to their place. They never suspected the danger waiting for them outside.

Two men waited for them in the alleyway with guns drawn. When Alex opened the door, he cursed. Business may have been booming, but so was crime. Gangs left and right were fighting each other over goods and territory. Chris stepped out behind him and closed the door to their bar.

"Come on, gentlemen, just put away your little toys and go, yea?" Alex asked. He was the mouthpiece between him and Chris. Chris was more of the muscle.

Alex's question was answered with the two men leaving their guns drawn.

"Can we do it my way now?" Chris asked while cracking his knuckles. His fists were balled up. The man would always bring his fists to a gun fight.

Alex rolled his eyes and sighed. His head dropped back. He hated pointless violence. These men were just looking to make a name for themselves. The only name they'll be getting is the one on their headstones.

"They are new, Chris. I'm pretty sure that one pissed his pants when you- fuck!" Alex yelled and jumped.

One of the guns shot off, nearly striking him. Chris didn't hold back. He lunged towards one and punched him in the head. The bald man slumped to the ground unconscious. The other thug dropped his weapon and walked backward. With his hands raised, his back pressed against the brick wall. He was trapped.

"Before you meet the same fate as your partner here, mind answering some questions?" Alex asked. He dropped his cigarette to the ground and stepped on it. His foot twisted to extinguish the flame. The thug shook his head. "Great! Who the fuck are you and who do you work for?"

"J-Johnny Gargano. I- my partner and I just work for ourselves. They call us DIY," the man known as Johnny answered.

Alex heard very little about them. Some up and coming gang that was trying to make a name for themselves. Every time they gained momentum, they fell flat on their face. They were kind of seen as the baby brother in the Detroit gang world.

"Listen, Johnny boy, I don't want my man to hurt you. I just bought this suit, and I don't want blood on it, you know what I mean? Let us go, and I won't unleash him on you,"

Johnny nodded quickly. Alex smiled and patted the man's cheek.

"Smart man, that is a smart man, Chris. I can see you guys making it out there. You use your brain," Alex chuckled and pointed a finger at his own head. He motioned to Chris with his head to get to the car. Alex dusted off Johnny's clothes and walked behind Chris.

"You are right. I use my brain. You don't," Johnny told him. A shot rung out in the alley way.

Alex screamed in pain as he dropped to his knees. He gripped his new wound with his hand. Within seconds, his hand was drenched in blood. A string of curses flew out of his mouth. He turned his head to see Johnny holding his gun. Stupid mistake.

When Johnny's gun jammed before he could shoot Chris, the other man attacked him. Punch after punch of Chris' hand connected to his face. Johnny laid unconscious next to his bald partner. Chris only stopped when Alex told him he needed help.

"Help me up," Alex told him.

"Where are we going to take you? Alex Shelley walking into a hospital? The Detroit Press will have a field day with that one. We can just call the coppers to let them know where to pick you up,"

Alex glared at his partner. "You don't think I know that? If I am going to die it won't be in an alley way,"

Chris helped him up. Alex held his wounded arm close to his body. Every slightest movement felt like pure agony. He had to make it back to base. One of his men had to know what to do with a gunshot wound. A few of their men were veterans from the World War.

"Hey, what about her?"

Alex looked to see Chris pointing at a woman in a nurse's uniform. She wore a blue dress with a white apron to protect the dress from getting dirty from daily work activities. A satchel hung from her shoulder.

"How are you going to get her in the car? You going to ask her if she wants to help a known gang leader? I am going to bleed out for sure," Alex groaned.

"Ask?" Chris questioned. He was never one to ask. By the time Alex could attempt to stop him, Chris was already halfway across the street. The poor woman didn't know who was coming towards her.

"Miss? Excuse me, miss,"

The nurse jumped at the sudden interruption. She had just been daydreaming and didn't expect anyone out this late at night. Everyone would make sure to be in their homes to be safe. The crime activity was bad in these parts.

"Is everything alright?" The nurse asked. The stranger was disheveled, and she wondered if he had been in a fight. When he came closer to her, she noticed some blood on his hands and clothes.

"My friend and I ran into some trouble," the stranger told her. He made sure to keep his face hidden from any source of light. Alex and Chris had their faces plastered all over Detroit at this point. "Really bad men shot him, and I am afraid I am going to lose him. We've been friends since we were just kids and -"

"Oh God, I am so sorry. The police have been working so hard to bring down the crime, but they keep crawling in. Where is your friend?"

Chris couldn't believe how easy this was. He figured he would have to put the nurse over his shoulder and take her while she was kicking and screaming. No wonder Alex was more of a talker than a fighter. He would definitely have to use this tactic more in the future.

"He is just over here," Chris told her. The nurse turned the corner and stopped. She placed her hand over her mouth. Alex thought it was the severity of his injury until he looked in her eyes. A flicker of realization flashed in her eyes. She knew exactly who he was.

"You... You are Alex Shelley of the Motor City Machine Guns," she pointed out. When she turned on her heel, she was able to see the stranger's face. "And you are Chris Sabin,"

"Yeah, and you are getting in our car and fix my friend before you end up like those guys over there," Chris motioned to the unconscious DIY guys. His nice guy act was long gone. The scared woman nodded and slid into the back seat. Alex sat beside her. Chris took the driver's seat and started the car.

The car ride was quiet as Alex removed his black jacket. He tried not to curse from the pain in the presence of a lady. Poor nurse was already scared out of her mind to be in a car with known murderers. He might as well try to act somewhat civilized. Chris was certainly not going to do that.

The nurse opened the flap of her satchel. She grabbed a pair of scissors, a bottle of alcohol, some gauze, and a bandage. Alex watched as she cut the fabric of his long sleeve white shirt. Those DIY guys owed him a new shirt.

"Well?" Chris asked impatiently. "We aren't paying you by the hour,"

"Don't mind him," Alex assured her. "It's past his bedtime. He gets cranky,"

"I swear to God, Alex," the driver muttered.

"It doesn't look serious. I will clean the wound and dress it. I would buy a sling so you don't move it around too much," she advised Alex like he was a patient at the hospital.

After pouring some alcohol on the gauze, she gently started to clean the blood and the wound. Alex clenched his teeth and panted. Apologies fell from her lips as she tried to move quickly yet effectively. The bandages were wrapped around the wound on his shoulder.

Their faces were close together as she inspected her work. He found her to be a pretty little thing. Maybe they could have dated in another life. You know, a different reality where they didn't technically kidnal her. The car was uneasily silent. Alex could tell she wanted to ask if she could leave. He thought of something to break the ice.

"So, do this often?"

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Sweet babe

General Masterlist | AEW Masterlist | Claudio Castagnoli Masterlist

Title: Sweet babe

Day/Prompt(s): Day 1. First snow + your hands are so cold by @12daysofchristmas

Fandom/Character(s)/Ship: All Elite Wrestling - Claudio Castagnoli, Reader - Claudio Castagnoli x Reader

Plot: Y/N wakes up to see the first snow of that winter. Claudio watches her, amused.

Warnings (if applicable): mafia!au

Word Count/Medium (in case it's art): 600 words

"Mrs Y/N, here is your breakfast." One of the oldest servants at the Mansion announces, entering the room of the girl, leaving the food on the table.

"Thank you, leave it there."

It is a Saturday, Y/N doesn't have university that day and neither has she been called to go at work that weekend. There is nothing much she can do there at the Mansion: sure, she has her kindle, things to learn for her lessons, but otherwise nothing much. It's not much that she is there, the servants are kind with her… Claudio instead… She shakes her head at thinking about him: he has shown her plenty that he is different from when they first met, but she is still not sure if he is playing with her or not.

She sits up on the bed, stretching her arms, yawning. She stands up and sits a the desk, taking in the scent of the coffee, smiling when she notices the pancakes with Nutella, her favorite breakfast. She loves when they pamper her like that. Her gaze is caught by something falling outside of the window and she can't help but look up, screeching happily when she notices the white coat covering the courtyard.

She eats while looking at the snow which is still falling down, now more than happy and aware of what she can do that day, apart from just studying. Once she is done, she brushes her teeth, washes her face and then wears winter clothes, beaming as she goes outside. She plays around, laughing, making a snowman, even if her hands are cold and start to get red. She knows more than well she should stop, so she lets herself go in the snow, looking up at the sky.

"Why are you out here, Y/N?" Claudio hadn't expected to see her out there, especially because she isn't set to go somewhere that day.

"I love snow, I wouldn't have thought to see it here as well." She still lays there, looking towards him as much as he could. "And it's not really like I have other things to do today. I can learn later and enjoy this weather for now."

"I am done with my duties today. Coffee?" Claudio asks gently, walking up to her. "Right now, or after lunch." He is trying to make her stay there comfortable, but he can see she is still struggling. He holds out his hand, for her to take.

"After lunch would be good, I already drank it for breakfast." Y/N gets up with his help, getting the snow off her clothes.

"Your hands are so cold, you better take a shower or hot bath, if you don't want to catch a cold." He is strangely gentle while he speaks and leads the way inside, bringing her back to her room.

"I'll. Thanks… Thanks for your concern." She blushes lightly, turning enough to open her room, but Claudio stops her.

"I am different than that day, don't forget about it." He brushes a finger on her cheeks, hinting at a smile when she doesn't step away. "Be ready for 1:30 pm. You can join me for lunch, otherwise I'll have the servants bring you your food."

Y/N blushes even more, trying to hide it. "I'll be ready. Now if… If you'll excuse me." Her heart is beating fast in her chest as she opens the door and closes it right after she is inside. Her cheek still burns from the heat of his finger and she can't still come to terms with how she feels about him.

[cowboywritersworld]

●Hangman Adam Page x Reader●

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*Y/N's POV*

Holding the camera up for Adam, he knocks on the door of Swerve's old childhood house. The video is being played in the arena where Swerve and Prince Nana are sitting waiting to sign the contract for their match. Adam opens the door as I move it up to his face and he smiles.

"Whose house?"

He starts laughing which causes me to smile while following him into the house. He starts talking to the camera as we walk around the house. He starts throwing gas around the floors as I continue to follow him. We start to walk back outside and over to where Adam has a chair set up. He sits down in the chair while I put the camera on the stand than looking up at him. He nods than looks back at the camera.

"Swerve.. I may not have been the one to take the world title from you but I was happy to help it slip through your fingers. But that's not the only thing that has slipped through your fingers...."

I slowly walk up next to Adam and sit on the end table next to him, looking at the camera.

"Swerve.... you really thought I would marry you...? No no honey. It was all a charade. I'm loyal to one man and one man only. We have been plotting your demise for a very long time. This Saturday, inside that cage, Adam will end you for good. Whose house?"

Adam lights a match, throws it into the gasoline trail as I slide off my engagement ring, turn a little and toss it into the house. The flames engulf the house as me and Adam sit there with our glasses of whiskey, laughing at the destruction we have caused.

[cowboywritersworld]

Aaaww. this is so cute ♥ ♥ ♥

Announcement | M.J.

Summary: Matt announces a surprise during an interview.

Happy Wednesday Night Dynamite, babes. ❤️

Author's Note: It's short but sweet. Self indulgent AF.

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Nick remained quiet as he listened to his brother talk during some interview. Matt couldn't contain his excitement the moment he found out Y/N was pregnant. They waited until the right time to start telling people. When she passed the first trimester, they felt comfortable.

"Yeah, my kids are doing great. Y/N is doing great, and in about six months, we are going to have a new little young buck," he smiled but quickly added. "Or doe. We don't know the sex of the baby yet,"

"Well, congratulations," the host smiled and clapped his hands. "To you and Y/N,"

"Thank you, and if you are listening to this, Y/N, I love you,"

[cowboywritersworld]

Threesome M/M/M well... Depending on who is in the threesome... May be a good way to leave this planet 😮‍💨

First thing you see after you zoom in is how you die

How you dying 👀

[cowboywritersworld]

🥰🥰🥰😍😍😍 I melt every damn time

Splish Splash | Hangman A.P.

Summary: You decide to hit the showers after an AEW show. 18+.

Author's Note: This is a repost. I answered an ask with it and hated how it looked. Lol. It's okay. I learned a lot of lessons from it. ❤️

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"I'm covered in sweat. I'm going to take a quick shower," you announced innocently enough in the hotel suite. The arena hosting the AEW Dynamite/ Rampage was lacking in the air conditioning department. You stayed to support Adam, but it made you feel grimy. Adam hummed in response. He left his suitcase on the ground and sat on the bed to remove his shoes.

Removing the sweaty clothes felt like a dream come true for you. They were piled in a heap on the floor. You walked into the walk-in shower and turned the water on. The warm water felt heavenly against your back. Your fingers rubbed your neck.

Through the glass, you could see your cowboy's bare body. He opened the door and walked into the shower. He stood before you with a loofah in hand.

"Such a good girl. Stayed to support her man," he praised you much to your delight. The wet loofah rubbing against your right side. His lips met yours. He led you so your back was against the tile wall. You shivered at the cold tile and shifted uncomfortably. "Don't worry. It'll be worth it,"

He lathered the loofah in soap from the dispenser on the wall. The thin fabric met your neck. Small bubbles ran down your body. You sighed happily, allowing him to pamper you. The loofah rubbed down to your chest next. His lips met your neck. Soft bites and kisses distract you from the devilish man.

His left hand gripped your inner thigh. You spread your legs, expecting him to wash your thighs. He kissed your lips. His tongue licked your bottom lip. You opened your mouth and allowed his tongue to slip in. The distraction worked because your eyes suddenly widened, feeling a vibration between your legs. You moaned against his lips, and he pulled away. A smirk plastered on his handsome face.

Your dazed mind started to process what took place. A buzzing sound filled the bathroom. There was a vibrator in the loofah. You gasped. "Adam?"

"It's okay, babe. Hold on to me if you need," he assured you. Adam dropped to his knees and lifted your leg over his shoulder. The vibrator hit the right spot making you see stars. His other hand grabbed your waist to keep you still. One of your hands found his shoulder to keep you still. Your other hand pulled his curly locks. He hissed in pain yet continued his torture on you.

Much to your dismay, he dropped the loofah to the floor after warning him that you were close. You whined and let go of him. He placed your leg back down. He kissed his way up your body before reaching your lips. Your lust-filled eyes stared into his.

"I need you," he whispered roughly against your lips. Adam helped you wrap your legs around his waist. You slid down on him painfully slow as he filled you up. One last grunt from him signaled you were seated on him. Your arms wrapped around his neck. Your head lolled to the side as your thrusts met each other.

He praised you making you blush. Adam kissed you with sloppy kisses. Each thrust felt better than the last. The pressure in your stomach coiled tightly. "Don't stop, Adam. I'm so close,"

A few more thrusts and you were done. The coil in your stomach snapped as your orgasm washed over you. Your toes curled as your eyes fluttered. He gripped your hips and pulled you down roughly as his orgasm hit. Adam remained still except for the kisses on your neck and cheek. More praises from him made you feel on cloud 9. He helped you down and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. The two of you trying to catch your breath.

He led you back to the warm water coming from the shower head. Your back rested against his chest. His arms wrapped around you. More of his soft kisses were placed on your neck and shoulder. This main event was the best you ever experienced.

[cowboywritersworld]

I love this fic, I love this man, I love everything here 🥰😍😍😍

Secret Santa | A.S.

Summary: 17.) Secret Santa ~ Alex Shelley x plus size reader, plz use pet names rather than y/n.

Requested by: @tahiri-veyla

Author's Note: I changed my mind and posted tonight. He is kind of hot. 💀 Taken from my prompts list found here. No use of Y/N.

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"Wow! You got your girlfriend for Secret Santa? That's gotta be the easiest thing ever,"

Alex looked at his friend and smiled briefly. He let out a chuckle as he looked at his girlfriend's name written on the slip of paper. Of course it was going to be easy. They had been together forever. What could possibly go wrong?

He put the slip in his jean pocket and drove to a local store. Alex figured he'd walk in the store, buy something for the love of his life, and walk out in fifteen minutes. Nothing could have prepared him for the moment his mind went blank as he looked at all the items. There are so many things to buy but he doesn't know what exactly he should buy.

The Secret Santa was going to be a party amongst their friends. The gifts had to be out of the park. His little miss had to get the very best things. He was sure he would get something lame for whoever picked him. It didn't matter if it would be another Starbucks gift card that he received that would rot in a kitchen drawer. The sparkle in her eyes that night would make his night.

Alex pulled out his phone and scrolled through Google. He was trying to find a perfect gift for her. Google had an answer for everything, right?

Slippers? What are we? 80?

Gift cards? Hey babe, we've only been dating for years. Here's something because I don't listen to your likes. Don't worry. I'll see myself to the couch.

Okay, so Google wasn't the right thing to use for today. Alex closed the window and texted his best friend. Maybe he could give some sort of insight into his dilemma. It went as well as expected. The message poked fun at his current situation.

Dude, you have one hour until the party. Are you serious? Oh man, you are so ducked.

Alex shoved his phone in his pocket. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. One hour. Only one hour to get everything ready. The wrestler looked through the aisle again and stopped.

A rubber duck with a wrestling face mask stared back at him. He questioned how he hadn't seen this before. The toy would be a great addition to her collection. Besides, wrestling held major importance to them. They met at a wrestling show.

"You are coming home with me," he spoke to the duck much to the bewilderment of the customers around him. His hands fiddled with the duck as he paced around the store.

Alex thought about his girlfriend. His perfect little dove from head to toe. She had a smile that could light up the whole room. A body with curves in all the right places. Her beautiful face and eyes lit up as she had her nose stuck in another book. A blanket wrapped around her feet since they were always cold.

Wait, that's it!

The forgetful boyfriend rushed to the book aisle. She was just complaining about almost being done with a book. Her world was made when she found out there was a sequel. Scanning through the aisle, he found the next book in the series. It was the very last copy.

His next stop was the socks section. A cute pair of fuzzy socks in her favorite color lay at the top of the bin. When he saw they were her size, he breathed a sigh of relief. With no time to lose, Alex made his way to the checkout line with a gift bag in hand.

Alex's friend ribbed him the moment he arrived at the party.

Dead man walking.

Coal would be a blessing compared to what you are going to get.

He chuckled at the lighthearted teasing. "Oh no, my baby is going to love this,"

They stepped inside the home. The host of the party didn't waste much time in allowing people to open their gifts. He wanted to have the presents opened before the adult beverage consumption.

One by one, the gifts were spread out amongst the crowd. As expected, Alex was gifted a Starbucks gift card. He thanked them all the same.

"You are my secret Santa? Isn't that cheating?" His girlfriend asked.

Alex shrugged. "Open it up, darling,"

He watched as her fingers removed each tissue paper carefully. She placed them neatly on the couch next to her.

"A wrestling duck?" She asked with a laugh. "He's adorable,"

Her laughter made him smile. "Keep looking,"

Upon further inspection, she removed the book from the gift bag. Her face lit up brighter than the Christmas tree. "I could never find one in any of the stores. Thank you,"

"You have one more thing in there," Alex told her.

She pulled out the pair of fuzzy socks out and laughed. He couldn't help but laugh as well.

"No more putting your cold feet against me at night," he teased. His girlfriend threw her head back and laughed.

"I guess I'll have to put something else against you tonight," she whispered between them. She leaned in and gave him a kiss. Alex smiled in the kiss. Maybe getting a Starbucks card didn't suck so much after all.

[cowboywritersworld]

This is me. Kinda jealous of all the writers who can write quickly because I can't.