#Darby Allin Fanfiction

[mrsarcherofinfamy]

●Darby Allin x Reader●

Summary: You are bubbly and outgoing. Opposite of Darby. But Darby feels an attraction to you. Do opposites attract?

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"Hi Dad!"

I walk into my dad's locker room, smiling really big. My dad is the icon, Sting. Everything I know, I have learned from him. I am just starting to make a name for myself in ROH.

"Hello my favorite daughter!"

"Dad, I'm your only daughter."

"Exactly why you are my favorite!"

I giggle, walking up to him as he wraps me into a hug. I pull back, looking up at him.

"Let's get to painting that ugly face of yours."

He gasps at me which causes me to laugh.

"I may be ugly, but just remember. You look like me."

I gasp at him and he laughs at me this time. He walks over, grabs his bag with his paint supplies in it and hands it to me. He grabs a chair and sits next to the vanity as I lay out all the supplies. I grab the brush and start painting his face. About 20 minutes into doing his paint, he taps my arm.

"Honey, I need to go to the bathroom real quick."

I sigh looking at him moving out of his way.

"First, you made me mess up a little. Now, you have to go to the bathroom. I'm almost done."

He gets up walking to the bathroom. I set the brush down grabbing my phone. I start scrolling through my phone when I hear a faint knock at the door. I set my phone down on the vanity, walk over to the door and open it slightly. I see a man who is a little bit taller than me, half of his face painted, staring at me with wide eyes. I giggle looking at him smiling.

"Can I help you with something?"

"I was looking for Sting. We... we have a tag match in a couple minutes."

"Oh! You must be Darby! Come on in!"

I open the door for him, moving out of his way. He walks in and stops in the middle of the room, just watching me. I close the door and walk back over to the vanity, grabbing my phone. Sting comes out of the bathroom and sees Darby staring at me.

"Hey Darbs. I see you have met my daughter Y/N."

"Your daughter?"

"Yeah. Who did you think I was?"

I smile looking over at him. He awkwardly smiles back at me. Sting sits back down in the chair at the vanity.

"One of the makeup ladies or something."

Darby scratches the back of his neck looking over at us. I grab the brush and finish up Sting's paint giggling at Darby.

"Well, I'm a makeup lady for my dad."

"That's true Darbs."

There is a knock on the door than a backstage person yells that they have 2 minutes to get to gorilla. I hug my dad and he walks to the door. I turn, put my hand on Darby's arm and smile at him.

"It was nice to finally meet you. See you around."

I see him gulp, which makes me giggle. He shakes his head and follows Sting out of the room, who is laughing at him. I clean up his paint supplies than turn on the TV to watch their match. My mind keeps running about Darby.

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*at the hotel after AEW*

I grab my suitcase out of the back of the car as my dad grabs his suitcase and bag as well. We head inside up to the counter checking in. I look over at the waiting area seeing Darby sitting there looking upset. I hit my dad's arm than point over to him.

"I'll be right back Y/N. You grab the keys and stuff."

"Okay."

The lady starts giving me the keys and all the info when Sting walks back over with Darby.

"Hey. He will be staying in our room tonight."

I look at my dad than back at the lady behind the counter. She smiles and puts it into the computer. I back off letting my dad handle it looking over at Darby who is already looking at me.

"Long time. No see."

He slightly smiles, looking away from me. Sting turns around looking at us.

"Alright. Got it figured out. Let's go you two."

We grab our bags and head up to the room. Sting opens the door and lets me walk in first. I throw my bag on one of the beds as Sting throws his on the other bed. I look over at my dad than at Darby.

"Dad, where is Darbs supposed to sleep?"

He looks over at Darby than at me, pointing to my bed. I giggle looking over at Darby.

"Looks like we sharing Darbs."

"I can lay on the couch or the floor if you want."

I shake my head no smiling at him.

"We can share! It's fine!"

"Just no funny business. I'm right here."

"Dad. Gross."

Me and him laugh as Darby looks at both of us. I sit down on my side of the bed getting a shirt and shorts out for bed. I walk over to the bathroom, take off my bra, put on my shirt, and then my shorts. I walk out of the bathroom and flop down on my side of the bed. Darby takes off his shirt and pants only in his boxers and lays down on his side of the bed. I pull the blanket up and lay down. We all start falling asleep.

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*about 2 am*

I slowly wake up, moving my head slowly, feeling an arm around me. I see Darby's chest right next to my head, and his arm darped over me. I slowly slide my hand across his side and snuggle my head into his chest. I feel him move a little bit, snuggling his head into the top of my head. I smile closing my eyes falling back asleep.

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*later in the morning*

"Hey, you two cuddle bugs. It's time to get up."

I slowly move my head, moaning as my dad shakes both of us to wake up. Darby wraps his arm around me more, squeezing me into him.

"Leave us alone, old man."

I giggle, cuddling into Darby more. Sting sighs and goes to the kitchen. I look up at Darby, and he looks down at me.

"Can I tell you something, Y/N?"

"Of course."

"You may be the total opposite of me, but I like you a lot. These past 24 hours of getting to know you, I have felt this attraction to you that I have never felt before."

I giggle, looking up at him.

"Well, I like you a lot too, Darbs. One, you are very good with my dad which is a big thing to me. Second, you are a great cuddler."

I giggle, running my hand up his back. He smiles, looking down at me. He runs his hand up my neck, putting it on my cheek. He leans my head up and kisses me lightly. I kiss him back, still rubbing my hand on his back.

"Oh my gosh! Get a room!"

We jump, looking over at Sting standing at the end of the bed. I giggle, cuddling my head into Darby's chest. Darby huffs and pulls the blanket over our heads, causing Sting to laugh at us.

"Okay, well I'm gonna get going. See you guys later."

"Bye dad!"

I look up at Darby, and he looks down at me smiling. He leans down and kisses me again. I kiss him back, slightly smiling in-between the kissing.

I guess opposites do attract.

[claymoresofinfamy23]

I confess to barely knowing Darby Allin Because I don’t watch AEW as much as I should but when I do see him, I think he’s cool. And this is cute so reblog time lol

Can I request some soft Darby allin hcs please? 💞

Of course, babes! And oh 🥺 Darby is so damn cute 🥰

Baby boy is secretly a cuddle bunny

His favorite thing to do when he gets home is take a warm shower, put on a hoodie and some sweatpants and lay down on the couch with his head against your chest, as you caress his hair softly

Listening to your heartbeat calms him down

He has a natural comforting scent

It’s not an artificial scent such as shampoo, soap or cologne

Is a natural scent that exudes of his skin

That smells like home 🥰

Addicted to video games

Loves when you play with him

Most of the times he lets you win

You’re one of the few people that can actually make him smile truthfully

Makes the best grilled cheese sandwiches

He only trusts you to do his hair

Bleach it, cut it, sometimes even styling it

He never thought he would have a real best friend in life

Someone to share everything

To be there with him on the ups and downs

But that was until he met you

Then he knew he had found his one and only

[midwestmade29]

Communication 🩷

To Anonymous: This was my first ever request for Darby! I hope I did him justice and that you enjoy the story 🖤 Word count: 991 Divider by: Me 🙂 *GIF is not mine Original Anonymous Request: Can I have Darby Allin x Fem reader where they have feelings for each other and share them after Nick locks them in a supply closet?

Disclaimers: Mild cursing.

With the help of Nick Wayne, you and Darby finally confess your feelings to each other...

“I don’t know why you don’t just tell her man,” Nick teased. “You can’t hide your feelings for her forever. No amount of face paint can cover up the stupid grin you get whenever she’s around,” “Whenever who’s around?” you asked curiously as you walked up on the conversation. Nick got quiet but Darby answered you, “No one. Nick was just talking out of his ass. I think he’s still reeling from getting speared by Copeland earlier,” When you chuckled at his joke, the expression on his face softened and he appeared more relaxed. It was as if your laughter had soothed him. Nick on the other hand was less than amused. “Whatever dude, I’m outta here,” he said as he brushed by Darby, leaving both of you alone together. Silence fell between the two of you the longer you stood there.

You always felt like there were butterflies in your stomach whenever Darby was around. Your feelings for him were ever growing, yet your nerves made it difficult for you to tell him. The way he would light up whenever you entered a room made it seem like he might feel the same way, only he hasn’t said anything before either. You always remained hopeful though.

“So, how are things?” you asked a little timidly. Darby rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, smiling at your attempt at small talk. “Things are good. Still alive and above ground, so that’s a plus,” You recalled the last time you and Darby talked when he told you all about his latest stunt and how he nearly broke every bone in his body. His fearlessness was something you envied, even though his antics often made you worry about him and his safety. Before your brain had time to filter your thoughts, you blabbed, “Well I’m certainly glad you’re still around,” It instantly felt like your cheeks were on fire! Why was it so hard to act normal around him? “Y/N, there’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you for a long time. With everything else in my life I’m not afraid to take a risk, but when it comes to you, I seem to lose my nerve. What I’m trying to say is that I-” Darby rambled before getting interrupted by Nick running down the hallway.

“Guys! Hey! Tony wants to talk to you, right now! He sent me to come get you,” Nick said in a hurry. When you and Darby didn’t budge, he urged you to follow him. “Seriously guys it seemed important. I’ll show you where his office is! Let’s go,” With a shrug of his shoulders, Darby decided to bite on Nick’s hook. You followed suit, trying to keep up with Nick’s long strides. As you rounded the corner, the three of you stopped in front of a door that had a makeshift sign taped to it that signified it was in fact Tony Kahn’s office. “You guys go ahead and go in, I’ll be waiting here for you when you’re all done,” You walked in first, Darby right behind you as you flipped on the light switch. “What the-” you started to say when you realized you weren’t in an office, but a dirty supply closet! Darby hadn’t cleared the threshold yet, so Nick gave him a not so gentle push, making him crash right into you. “What the hell Nick!!” he shouted as he helped you steady yourself. “Are you okay Y/N?”

The door started closing, your finger instantly pointing in that direction causing Darby’s eyes to follow. “Shit!” he gasped and lunged for the knob, but he was too late.

The door was now latched and another clicking noise grabbed your attention, “Did you seriously just lock us in here?!” the annoyance in your voice at the forefront of your question. “It’s for your own good! You guys have some talking to do,” Nick said triumphantly from the other side of the door. You suddenly felt nervous, but Darby appeared to be calm as he leaned up against the wall with his arms crossed. “He’s not wrong,” Darby’s remark caught you off guard. “What do you mean?” “Look Y/N, I gotta be real with you. Climbing Mt. Everest doesn’t scare me, jumping 96 feet over my house in a jeep doesn’t scare me, shit even crashing through panes of real glass doesn’t scare me,” You weren’t sure where he was going with this, but you didn’t dare interrupt him. “What does scare me is the way that I feel about you. I like you, Y/N. A lot. I have for the longest time, and now seems like as good of a time as ever to finally tell you considering we’re at the mercy of The Prodigy right now. It’s fine if you don’t feel the same way, I just wanted you to know,”

You tried to remain cool even though internally you were screaming with joy at Darby’s confession! The huge grin on your face gave yourself away, making the handsome “Invisible Man’s” smile blossom right before your eyes. “Um, well it’s funny that you said that because I have feelings for you too. Seeing you is the best part of my day and I miss you when you’re gone. We’re crazy for not telling each other sooner, you know that right?” “Do you know what’s crazier? It took us getting locked in a storage closet for us to air out our feelings,” Darby chuckled. “We might owe Nick a solid now,” From the other side of the door Nick called out, “Damn right you do!” before unlocking it and setting you two love birds free.

You and Darby continued your conversation in a less cramped location, deciding to give a relationship a try. You both agreed to try and communicate better with one another, making sure to bring things up and discuss them without needing to be locked in a supply closet again.

[sydsaint]

Hey Babe, I was wondering if you wrote for Darby Allin? If so could you possibly write a little fic for him. No pressure, Love you♥

My emo lover <3

Summary: The reader gears up for Revolution and Sting's retirement match. Helping her father and Darby wherever she can.

"Darbs, have you seen my dad today?" You question your boyfriend while digging around for his face paint in your bag.

"I haven't seen him since the airport, no." Darby replies. "Why? What's up?" He tilts his head at you curiously.

You shrug and finally find what you're looking for. "I was just curious." You assure him. "It's going to be weird no having him around every week."

"I think we'll be okay." Darby chuckles. "Plus he's still working backstage once in a while isn't he? So he won't be completely gone." He reminds you.

"That's true." You nod. "Alright, sit down. What kind of design do you want tonight?" You ask him while shaking a face paint bottle in your hand.

Darby shrugs and sits down in a chair next to where you're standing. He pulls his shirt over his head and settles into his seat.

"You can pick." Darby decides after a moment of thought. "You haven't made me look bad yet." He grins at you.

You giggle and shake your head. "I think it'd be pretty hard to make you look bad, pretty boy."

"Pretty boy?" Darby replies pointedly. "Hey! I'm hardcore!" He protests.

"You can be hardcore and look like a pretty boy at the same time." You laugh and cup his cheek with your free hand. "Now hold still please."

Darby obeys and stops talking for the moment. You start smearing face paint all over one side of his face and begin blending it out for him. Throughout the process of you making Darby's face paint design look right he gazes up at you with adorable puppy dog eyes.

"Do you have to stare at me like that? It's distracting." You grumble to Darby.

"Like what?" Darby replies with a knowing grin.

You roll your eyes at him and switch colors. "Like you're madly in love with me."

"Maybe I am." Darby replies.

"Okay lover boy." You giggle and lean down for a kiss. "There, now you look as hardcore as you claim to be."

You start putting away all your stuff and Darby checks his reflection in his phone. "Do I get an 'I love you' back?" He asks you.

"I gave you a kiss." You protest. "Isn't that enough?" You tease him.

"Coming from you? It's never enough." Darby insists. "Come on." He whines. "I love you. Three simple words. For good luck." Darby comes up behind you for a hug.

You sigh when Darby wraps his arms around you. "You know people might not think you're such a hardcore dude if they saw how clingy you are." You joke.

"What can I say? I'm a lover not a fighter." Darby replies.

"Okay!" You laugh and turn around in Darby's arms. "Tell that to all the times I've had to bandage you up." You remind him. "I love you, you overly-violent idiot. Now go find my dad." You give him a small shove toward the door.

Darby grins to himself and lingers at the door. "I knew you loved me."

"Mhm. Go! Before my dad thinks I stole you." You point at the door.

"It'd be worth it." Darby replies as he heads out the door.

You roll your eyes again with a smile on your face and finish cleaning up.

You hang around in the locker room for a while and watch the show unfold on a tv monitor. Toward the end of the show you watch the Jackson brothers head out to the ring and once again start badmouthing your father and Darby. A fight ensues of course, and you know that you'll be checking Darby for injuries later.

After the show goes off the air you sit and wait for Darby and Sting to head back to the locker room.

"Hey, dad." You greet Sting when he finally show up with Darby.

"Hey, sweetie." Sting nods to you. "How has your day been?" He asks you.

You shrug as Darby walks over to you. "It was fine. You didn't hit your head did you?" You ask Darby.

"I don't think I did." Darby shrugs.

"You don't thin you did?" You repeat him and begin looking at his head. "How do you not know if you hit your head?"

Sting chuckles at your bickering. "You'd better get used to it Darby." He snickers. "With me gone she's about to get ten times worse." He jokes.

"Oh I know I'm so annoying for caring about my boyfriend." You huff.

"I love you too." Darby grins.

Sting laughs and you stop fawning over Darby. Everyone settles down and starts packing up to leave.

"So," Sting prompts you. "How do you feel about coming out to the ring with me and Darby on Sunday?" He asks you.

"Do you want me out there?" You ask in surprise. "Is that even a good idea? I don't want to get in the way, dad."

Sting shakes his head. "You're my only kid that doesn't have to be in the crowd." He reminds you. "Why wouldn't I want you out there."

"Darby? What do you think?" You turn to Darby.

"I don't see why not." Darby shrugs. "I don't think Matt and Nick are the types to mess with you if you're out there. And even if they are, you know I'd never let them get the chance to hurt you." He adds.

You nod, knowing that Darby would go through hell to make sure that you're safe. "Alright, yeah, I'll go out there with you two." You decide to honor Sting's request. "I can play cheerleader for one night. Plus it'll be fun to rub it in the guy' face." You giggle.

"Atta girl." Sting beams. "That's why you're my favorite." He teases you.

"Awe, I love you too, dad." You giggle and hug him.

[alexablissmark]

owning a cat hcs (feat. darby & hook)

g/n reader, reqs open ! 

darby: 

would try to act like he didn’t care, since he’s a dog person

would secretly ADORE your cat.... but secrets can’t last forever

nap with the cat, play with the cat, feed the cat too many treats, you name it, darby has done it with the cat

he brings the cat through fast food drive-through’s sometimes

he’s very emotionally connected with the cat

one time he tried to teach the cat how to skate 

lots of noticeable cat hair on his black clothing 

made the cats their own spots on the couch

^ got a second cat so your first one can have a friend :) 

hook: 

yea, he’s protective over the cat

also would feed the cat too many treats

the cat would sleep inside of his hoodies

he has more pictures of the cat than he does of you or even himself

he just really loves the cat because of how much you love them 

spoils the cat with “high end, luxury” toys and a cat tree

your cat still preferred the box 

do not talk shit about his cat, you will be going to the hospital <3 

thx for reading! i just rlly love my own irl kitties and just nomnom i love them so heres this ig 

[cigaretteslutz]

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[coffeetablettowers]

Title: Silence is Greater Than Words Rated: G Characters: Orange Cassidy and Darby Allin Summary: Orange tends to Darby during the commotion of everybody taking care of Bryan. Tags: Hurt/Comfort

[that-one-gay-aew-enthusiast]

𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚢 𝙰𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗 - 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚜

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Warnings - None

Word count - 820

Genre - Angst, Fluff

Summary - Darby comes home to find you curled up in the corner.

A/n - my neurodivergent ass hates storms so I'm basing this off of what I would want.

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Darby had been gone for a couple of weeks by now. It was understandable. It was Sting's last match, so the situation was understandable. Sure, you had been missing him, but you both still called every day and spent the early hours of the morning texting each other, so the pain of Darby's absence wasn't quite as harsh.

However, the night he was due to return home, which was supposed to be much more dream like, ended up being far more nightmarish. It was starting to get late, and Darby was still not home. He sent you a text saying that there was a traffic jam and he would only be about 20 minutes longer. On the surface, that didn't seem too bad. Until it wasn't.

About 25 minutes after Darby had sent the message, he finally stepped through the front door and into the warm house. His facepaint was almost completely gone , and the remains of it smudged and running down his neck as a result of the pouring rain and storm outside. He called your name out as he put his stuff down by the door, yet no reponse. All the lighst were turned off, but that was most likely due to the storm cutting the power. Darby started looking throughout the house, calling you name, becoming increasingly worried when he couldn't find you.

Eventually darby made it to the main bedroom. He slowly pushed the door open hearing a faint frightened whimper coming from the corner of the room. He slowly walked over to the corner where there was something covered by a blanket. Slowly and carefully he lifted the blanket to see your little face. You had tears streaming down your face, you entire body shivering and your breathing shaky and unsteady. Your arms clutched a black cat toy to your chest. Worst of all, you had your eyes squeezed shut and you didn't seem to notice Darby, too frightened to pay attention to your surrondings.

Darby put his hand on your shoulder, giving you a gentle shake. You gave a pettrified yelp before looking up and hugging him tightly. "Shhhhh, I've got you, princess. What's got you so upset, hmm?" Before you could mumble out an answer, a loud crash of thunder outside made you jump ,yelp, and hide your face in his chest. Darby stroked your hair, realising your cause of fear. He was used to this, having a little sister that hated storms as well.

He sighed and rubbed your back before picking you up and carrying you downstairs. Without saying a word, he set you down on the counter ,grabbed some headphones, and placed them on you. Darby connected his phone to the headphones and passed it to you ,not wanting to startle you with the music. You wrapped yourself around him again as Darby carried you back upstairs. The whole time, he rubbed your back soothingly.

Soon enough, you were both laid in the warmth of your bed. You had curled up in Darby's arms, trying your best to stay awake. Soon enough, you fell asleep, your cat toy falling into Darby's lap. He smiled and tucked it under your arm. Darby was gonna fight off that fear of storms. He was gonna protect you from them. He'd protect you from anything, in fact, just like he'd promised when you started dating.

The next morning, Darby got out of the bed ,cautious not to disturb you. He glanced out the window and saw the storm had caused the fences to rip apart ,as well as a small tree being ripped out the ground, now laying sidways. He glanced back at you and sighed. "No wonder you got that worked up." You soon started to stir from your sleep, glancing up at Darby, who now had you in his lap, stroking your hair gently. "Morning beautiful, you feel better after last night?" You nodded before mumbling an embarrassed apology. Darby looked at you confused. "Well, aren't adults supposed to ot be afraid of storms?" Darby narrowed his eyes and shook his head slowly, still puzzled by the outrageous statement. You soon realised that what you were saying was infanct nonsense.

After that day, you always had a pair of headphones within reach when the wether took a turn, and of course, if he was there, Darby would help you take your mind off of it. Giving you reassuring words and rubbing your back. He always stuck to his word.

[of-twilight-and-moonshadow]

So late last night I posted about a funny wheel-decide happening, and I've been thinking more and more about it.

Thus. It has begun.

I present to you-- the collages. It'll probably be its own mini-series only because of all the backstory and potential it has. I just have to figure out when and where to bring the OC to AEW and when to begin the shenanigans. It's gonna be a heavy dosage of sexual tension and underhanded flirtations (at least, currently, that's what I have planned).

Also, I know some of the Saraya/Paige photo edits aren't the best, but I worked with what I could.

@summertimefun1982 @katries @claymoresofinfamy23 @mrsmatt @switchbladebc Also, Kat, It's not letting me tag Rain?

[delilahcalicocat]

"Stay back dear, it's bad"

Warnings: Blood, Mentions of Injury, Talk about injury, mainly fluff, small amount of cursing (not too much, just the words: Damn and Hell)

Pairing: Darby Allin & our lovely OC. Melody Moxley (Jon's little sister)

Summary: after Revolution, Jon Moxley's little sister Melody, Meets Darby, Only because she's working in Medical while she heals from her match on dynamite 2 weeks prior

WC: probably 1k or 2k-ish (I'm sorry)

Author's Note: I have a couple oneshots or drabbles, I'll be making. Refraining from the smut since my Brain is filled with a tooth-rotting amount of fluffy stories, and Original Characters. And I will not be making smut fics with gore in them, this is just a oneshot of Jon's sister meeting Darby after the match at revolution, since the image of him lying there has been like permanently ingrained into my head.

[Melody's POV:]

After a long night of tending to so many injured wrestlers, I found my worst case of injury. I had to watch the matches since I was taken off the card 2 weeks ago. I hurt my wrist pretty bad in a match with my older brother, but besides that. I'm having fun working in medical that was until revolution, after the main event. I was practically screaming internally, I saw a wrestler go through a panel of glass. So I got my glass removing items ready, it was going to be a long night I could tell.

But I stood outside the medical room as Darby walked by, he gave a weak smile and said

"Stay back dear, It's bad" He limped into the room before sitting down

"Well, I'm the Worker thats on right now. My co-worker clocked out 2 hours ago." I huffed out with a frown

"Wait. So you've been dealing with half the roster for over 3 hours?!" He said

"Yeah, such is my life." I replied

"Well Damn. You have it rough." He said

"Alright, enough Chit-Chat, we gotta get the glass slivers out of your back and stitch you up." I sighed, putting gloves on.

I started removing the slivers, they were in there deep, I also had a towel for every other second I had to wipe this man's back off, after 1 tedious hour of work, I got all the slivers out, they now sat on a tray, I counted 299 slivers of glass.

"How the actual Hell did you manage to get 299 Glass slivers in your back?" I asked him

He didn't respond to my question, but I continued on. I started to stitch his head up, and I had to wipe his head occasionally. But that's fine.

"You've probably lost more blood then my brother in his match." I said

"Who's your brother?" He asked me

"My brother is Jon Moxley." I sighed

"Oh, You're Melody Moxley?" He said

"Yeah I am, Former woman's champ. Until I got injured" I sighed again

"How'd you get injured?" He seemed curious about my story

"I got my wrist slammed against an exposed turnbuckle, then had said wrist get crushed by a chair." I said with a sigh

"Oh, Damn. That had to hurt" He said

"Yeah it did." I said, rolling my eyes

[Darby's POV:]

This girl, despite us meeting like an hour ago, she seems quite tough. I like her style and how she is with medical so people don't make the same mistake as her. But I am impressed that she works for medical, even having a broken wrist.

She seems quite chill aswell, I like her.

[Melody's POV:]

After 2 more hours of work, I finished stitching up his head. I let out a audible sigh, and put the Bloodied towelette with the, for a lack of a better word. Stained Glass slivers, that tray was gonna end up most likely in the Hazmat or Dangerous Bin in the medical Office.

I got him to stand up, and I walked him to the door.

"Go to catering and get some food, but be careful." I warned him

"Uh.. actually, I was wondering if you.. maybe wanted to go to catering with me?" He said

"Oh- uh.. sure" I said, a small tinge of pink flushing my cheeks.

I grabbed his hand and we went to catering, we sat down and chatted a little

"So whats your name again?" He asked

"Melody, Melody Moxley" I said with a smile

"I'm Darby, Allin" He smiled back

"Nice to meet you!" I smiled widely

The End! ♡

[somasbrianrot]

Nepotism? Who’s She?

  (Pt6/?)

Various Wrestler (WWE, AEW) X Reader (Events will be altered or made up)  

Summary: In which reader is the daughter of the great Edge, but everywhere she goes her achievements are undermined because of her father being the rated r superstar.    

Warnings : Alcohol, slight sexual themes, out of kayfabe

You slipped down and joined the group seated on the ground, you look around seeing a lot of familiar faces from among the roster, you notice Darby across the circle and smile at him, he gives you a thumbs up in return and you feel someone squeeze in right next to you, you look over and see your aunty, who offers you a lopsided grin “Been a while since I played spin the bottle” you nod and smile, Jamie steps into the circle with a bottle, placing it on the ground then nudging you “Your go” you nod and spin the bottle, the superstars watched as it began to slow down on the carpet.

(I used a name generator for this part so yeah lol)

It slows and lands on Darby, you shyly smile at him and he smirks, he stands up and walks over, kneeling in front of you “Okay now you two need to spin this” Jamie has what seems like a paper plate with options and a paperclip for the spinner, you laugh and grab it, there was four different options ; Kiss Partner, Sit in partners lap for the next round, take one item of clothing off of partner and one simply labeled your choice, you flick the paperclip and it lands in sit.

 Darby takes his spot where he once sat and you crawled over, placing yourself in his lap as he wraps his arms around your midsection, there’s a couple whistles and groans of jealousy and dissatisfaction “Ooh! my turn” says Torah, leaning forward and spinning the bottle, it slows and just narrowly lands on Kenny, missing Jade, your aunt and Kenny smile at each other oh that’s a big age gap you thought but shrugged, it was apart of the game, she flicks the paperclip on the plate and it lands on kiss.

Your aunt shrugs and leans over to the man next to her, locking lips with him, you thought it would be just a little peck but you were wrong, hands were everywhere and between kisses they were giggling as they got handsy.

“Okay love birds! break it up” came from Jade who was seated next to them as she pulled away from the kiss, a pink hue across her cheeks as she took her seat, it was Kenny’s turn to spin.

Boy this was gonna be a long night.

Your head spun as you sat up in the bed you were in, you groaned and looked around, you seemed to be in an unknown hotel room, you look over and see a head of brownish-goldish hair peaking up from under the blankets, you slowly peeled it off the body it belonged to - Nick Jackson - you quitely groaned to yourself, you knew alcohol and spin the bottle was not a good combination at all, you wondered what Darby would think, you looked for your phone and spotted it on the night stand, quickly dialing Darby's number and running to the hotel’s bathroom, he answered with a loud groan “Hey?” he somewhat questioned “Darby please please don’t be mad but I think I might have slept with someone else” there was silence on the other end for a bit then he responded “You never said yes to being my girlfriend, so as much as I’m aware that’s okay, we’re still friends though” you sigh “I’m so sorry Darby, the alcohol and spin the bottle was not a good idea” “don’t sweat it it’s not your fault” 

“I’ll see you later?” you ask and he responds with a curt yes before hanging up, you sigh and walk back out, Nick seemed to have woken up since he was gone from his spot in the bed, you stepped around and saw him in the kitchen, taking some medicine with some water, you stood there staring at his back, it had red streaks down it, you seemed to have scratched the living daylights out of him “mm, sorry about the back” you suddenly announce, frightening the poor younger buck, he turned around and sighed “Don’t worry about it, they look nice, kind of like a little achievement for me” he teased and you rolled your eyes, smiling at him, he chuckled and you guys stared at each other “uh, I should go back to my room, My aunty is probably waiting” you say, moving to pick up your dress and sliding it on “She wouldn’t be up there, she was with Kenny and Adam in their room last night” you nod in understanding “well...should we go get some lunch then?” he nods “I’ll go get ready then, meet me at my room, number 217″ he nods and you step out of his room, only to run into some others

“That isn’t your room” Jamie enquires as she stares at the door, you shake your head “Uh..well...no...I-” she arches her brow before it clicks in her head and she gasps “No you didn’t!” you sigh and nod “yeah, we’re going out for lunch soon” she smirks at you and you sigh “Well you wouldn’t mind if Jade, Torah and I tagged along right?” only then did you notice the two other women behind her, you groan and nod “fine!”

now you’re stuck in this predicament, in an olive garden with all four of the Elite, Jade Cargill, Jamie Hayter, and your aunty, the table was full of loud conversations, mostly on the ladies end as the men stared at them, Jamie utters in disbelief “You guys have them hooked, it’s kind of cute” you smile and nod “I feel kind of bad for Darby though, he did say we were still friends” Jamie nods and before you can continue you’re cut off by a loud group of people entering the restaurant, you look over and immediately rush to grab a menu covering your face.

 the girls are confused until they look over and see the bloodline enter, Roman Reigns, Jimmy Uso, Jey Uso and Solo Sikoa, sitting at the table directly adjacent to yours, your aunt looks over and rolls her eyes at the obnoxiousness of the group of men, you keep your head covered before your aunt hands you her scarf “This is all I have right now, I’m sorry” you graciously take it and wrap it around your head as if it were a headband and snatched Kenny’s aviator glasses and put them on, he gave you a weird look but went back to his conversation.

Your aunty get’s up and motions you to follow her to go to the bathroom, but sadly you catch the attention of a specific hot head as he stares at you “Hey uce” Jey utters to catch Roman’s attention “Don’t that woman over there kinda remind you of Y/N” Roman looks over “That’s because it is” Roman rises from his seat to follow the two of you, you make it to the bathroom and sigh in relief, your aunty grabs her phone and calls kenny, he answers almost as quick as a heartbeat “Can you pack our table and get our food for take away? Roman Reigns is in the building and he’s pestering us” Kenny agrees and she hangs up.

“Come here” she says, trying to calm you down, you sigh and get pulled into a hug by her “It’s okay, the guys are packing up our table and we’ll be gone” you nod as she peeks out of the bathroom and motions for you to follow her as you two step out, Roman didn’t seem to be anywhere in sight as you two make it out, you’re about to leave the restaurant as you hear Roman call your name and your aunt rushes to get you to her rental, opening the door and shoving you in then locking it.

“I swear to god you unlock that car or I rip those keys off of you” he growls and your aunt rolls her eyes “Id like to see you try” just as he reaches for your aunt he hear’s a voice “I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t try intimidate my friend” it’s Kenny and Roman groans, defensively placing his hands up “Whatever” he locks eyes with you in the car and his glare grows colder, you duck down and he walks off, your aunt unlocks the car and sighs “Well, the Reigns problem just got worse” “what do you mean ‘worse’?”

IM SORRY FOR NO UPLOADS I HAVE SCHOOL AND MY MUM GROUNDED ME JDJKADSA

[unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin]

Could I get a Darby Allin one shot? A female reader. Maybe a friends to lovers fic where reader is a photographer and Darby is her favorite subject?

Flash

Summary: Darby offers to help you with your portfolio

Warnings: none

Taglist: @fiskers7136 @peachmango-kombucha @kcloveswrestling @bellalutionn @xkennyxomegax @tummyyellin @legit9thlunaticwarrior @auburnwrites @damnnhausen @thesusbunny @blaquekittycat @writtingrose

You rushed around the empty building you were doing the photo shoot in. You needed some knew photos for your website, and had convinced Darby to model for you. You had found an old abandoned building, and after making sure it was safe, you decided to do the shoot their. You had set up a few lights, and had your camera along with laptop.

“Hey.” You turned to see Darby walking towards you. He was wearing the outfit you had picked for him. It was a button up see through shirt with a dress jacket. The shirt was unbuttoned most of the way down, and tucked into his pants.

“Hey, you look good.” You smiled, looking over your friend. “Thank you so much for this. You’re a life saver.” You pulled him into a hug before turning to everything.

“Don’t worry about it.”

“So, start over there and just try to do what feels right.” You explained as you grabbed your camera. You watched as he went over, and you started taking photos. You would give him directions every once in a while, have him tilt his head up or step forward a few steps.

After a few minutes he started slowly taking jacket off. You felt your breath catch in your throat, feeling…something.

“You ok?” You were pulled back to reality realizing you hadn’t actually been taking photos.

“Ya, sorry. Got stuck in my head,” you dismissed.

“Should I stop-“

“No!” You quickly interrupted. “These will actually be really good,” you assured him. He gave you a bit of an odd look, but you both went back to the shoot.

It didn’t take long for you to finish. He had brought his board, as always, so while he worked on some tricks you sat and did some photo editing.

Eventually you found yourself sitting on the edge of the floor, your legs dangling off the building. You felt the presence of someone next to you as Darby sat down with his board next to him.

“How do they look?” He asked, looking over your shoulder.

“Good, I think it’s a good vibe for the website.” You turned the computer towards him so he could look at them.

“Damn, your talented with a camera.” He mumbled, causing your face to heat up.

“It’s easy when you have such a good looking model,” you joked hoping he didn’t notice your face heating up.

“You think I’m good looking?” He raised an eyebrow at you, and you struggled to figure out what to say. He chuckled as you stuttered over your words. “I’m fucking with you.”

“Oh, right.” You felt disappointment fill you at his words. Of course you thought Darby was attractive. Anyone would say he was, but you thought about it more then most people probably would.

“You going back on tour soon?” You asked, attempting to change the conversation topic.

“In about a week.”

“You seem quiet today.” You mentioned, setting your laptop to the side.

“I’m just… somewhere else,” he mumbled, looking out on the field in front of you guys.

“Hey,” he looked down at you. “You need to talk about something?”

“It’s stupid.” He warned, but you shrugged. “There’s a girl.” You did your best to not seem disappointed.

“What about her?”

“I like her, but I can’t tell if she likes me back. I’ve known her for a while, and I don’t want to come on to strong.” He explained.

You sat for a moment, trying to figure out what to say. “Well, you should tell her.”

“You think?”

“Ya, it doesn’t help either of you to not know. Then once you know you both l can move on from there.” You looked away from him, hoping he couldn’t read your emotions.

“Y/n?” You glanced back over at him, waiting for whatever he was going to say. “It’s you.”

“What?”

“The girl, it’s You. I like you.” You just stared at him, unsure of what to say.

“Are you serious?” You asked, praying he wasn’t joking.

He leaned forward a bit, giving you an out before kissing you lightly. You leaned in yourself, eyes slipping closed as you kissed him back. He pulled back, giving you a small smirk.

“Still think I’m joking?”

“I might still need some reassurance.” He chuckled, but pulled you into another kiss. 

[midwestmade29]

✧ ALL of my stories are considered to be 18+ only, unless stated otherwise. Minors do not interact. I only write about All Elite Wrestling. ✧ Wrestlers I have written about so far:

Adam Cole

Adam Copeland

Christian Cage

Darby Allin

Eddie Kingston

Hangman Adam Page

House of Black

Jay White

Kenny Omega

Matt Jackson

Nick Jackson

Nick Wayne

Swerve Strickland

Will Ospreay

✧ I plan on expanding my list as time goes on. There are still a few wrestlers I like that I haven't gotten to yet!

♥ Have a question/suggestion/request? Don't hesitate to reach out ♥

Adam Cole: •[Challenge] -Smut •[Heat] -Smut

Adam Copeland: •[Revenge] -Requested •[Trust] -Requested •[Here For You] -Requested •[Get Well Soon] -Requested •[The House Always Wins] -Requested

Christian Cage: •[Protective] -Requested •[Just The Way You Are] -Requested •[Surprise] -Requested •[Everything and More] -Requested •[Private Celebration] -Requested •[Little Moments] -Requested •[Blended] -Requested •[Valentine Request] -Smut •[Memories of You] -Valentine's Prompt story •[Milestone] -Requested •[Rekindled] -Requested •[Distraction] -Smut •[Prequel to Broken Promise] -Requested •[Recovery] -Requested •[Broken Promise] -Angst •[Changes] -Requestesd •[It's a Wonderful Life] -Requested •[High Stakes] -Requested •[Mine] -Smut •[Bonus Mom] -Requested •[Ice Skating] -Fluff •[Bubble Bath] -Smut •[Let It Snow] -Fluff •[Christmas Morning Proposal] -Fluff •[Do You Understand Me?] -Smut •[A Labor of Love] [Part 2] -Requested •[Dirty Talk] [Part 2] -Smut •[Head Canon] •[Choose Me] [Part 2] [Part 3] -Angst

Darby Allin: •[Communication] -Requested

Eddie Kingston: •[Unexpected] [Part 2] [Part 3] -Fluff

Hangman Adam Page: •[Wildcard] -Smut •[Highest Bidder] -Fluff •[For The Both Of Us] -Fluff •[Short & Sweet 2] -Fluff •[Cuffed] -Requested •[Short & Sweet] -Fluff •[Do Over] -Angst/Smut •[Missing Someone] -Angst •[Collaboration] [Part 2] [Part 3] -Angst •[Birthday Girl] -Smut •[Need You Now] -Angst/Smut •[Cowboy Take Me Away] -Fluffy smut •[Giddy Up] -Requested •[Cowboy Hat] -Smut

House of Black/Adam Copeland: •[Revenge] -Requested •[The House Always Wins] -Requested

Jay White: •[Frustrated] -Smut •[Stress Relief] -Smut •[Jealousy] -Smut •[Sweet Girl] -Smut

Kenny Omega: •[Never Alone] -Requested •[Biggest Fan] -Requested •[Playing in the Snow] -Fluff

Matt Jackson: •[Tease] -Requested •[EVP] -Requested •[Rectify] -Smut •[Christmas Lights] -Fluff

Nick Jackson: •[Solo] -Requested •[Proposition] -Requested •[Play With Me] -Requested •[TLC] -Requested •[First Kiss Under the Mistletoe] -Fluff

Nick Wanye: •[Smile] -Requested

Swerve Strickland: •[Bonded] -Smut

Will Ospreay: •[S.O.S] -Smut

Masterlist graphic by: @saradika-graphics 🖤 Divider by: @firefly-graphics 🖤

[sydsaint]

A little protective Darby to warm your hearts 🖤

Summary: The reader encounters some problems involving Swerve Strickland and finds Darby eager to come to her aid. Whether she wants the help or not.

Jay Lethal stares you down from the corner of the ring across from you. Goosebumps litter your skin under his gaze.

"You want me to go over there and kick his ass?" Darby walks over to your side and sets a comforting hand on your shoulder.

"No, it's fine, Darby." You assure him.

You watch Darby clench his jaw as he stares a hole in Lethal's head. "I should do it anyway." He grits his teeth.

"It's fine, Darby." You repeat yourself. "Really, it's nothing. I'm a big girl. And I can certainly handle Jay Lethal."

With a reluctant sigh, Darby nods and focuses back on the match in the ring. You are left alone for the moment. That is until Swerve Strickland swaggers over to you with a smug grin.

"What's up over here, gorgeous?" Swerve greets you with a wink and a cocky smile.

"Swerve. What do you want?" You reply by giving the rapper the cold shoulder.

Your cold demeanor earns a chuckle from Swerve as he looks you up and down. "Damn. You are fine, baby. And feisty too. Just my type."

"Lucky me." You reply dryly. "Are you going to answer my question? Or did you come over here just to eye-fuck me? What do you want?" You ask him again.

"Damn." Swerve laughs again. "You know if you want to come backstage with me, Swerve can show you a good time, baby."

You internally gag and prepare to tell Swerve off. But per usual, Darby beats you to the punch. Allin jumps down from the apron at your side with a scowl on his face.

"She's not interested, Swerve." He insists with a raspy voice that catches your attention.

"Why don't you let her decide that for herself?" Swerve fires back. "Baby you are way too fine to be hanging out with some loser that paints his face up all pretty."

With a roll of your eyes, you stare at Swerve so there is no doubt that he'll get your message. "Not interested." You inform him.

"You heard her." Darby once again puffs his chest out at Swerve. "So get lost." He warns.

Swerve bites his lips and backs up. "That's alright, baby." He grins at you. "You'll realize who's the better man soon enough." He chuckles and retreats back to his side of the ring.

"Ugh." You gag and turn to Darby. "What a tool, right?"

"Yeah, exactly." Darby agrees. "You going to be alright down here?" He asks you.

You nod, appreciating Darby's concern. "I'll be fine. I'm pretty sure that Strickland got the memo. Go help, Nick and Sting." You gesture to inside the ring.

Darby nods and hops back up to the apron. You remain in the corner and cheer the team on while they do their thing in the ring.

The next day you are fresh out of the gym with Nick and heading back to your hotel room when you run into Swerve again.

"Y/N, baby. Funny running into you here." Swerve approaches you while completely disregarding Nick standing next to you.

"Swerve." You roll your eyes as you come to a stop in front of the elevator. "What can I do for you?" You ask him in an all-business manner.

Swerve chuckles and licks his lips. "No need to be so formal, baby. It's just us here." He grins at you.

"Umm..." Nick clears his throat causing Swerve to turn toward him.

"Don't even think about it, kid. The adults are talking." Swerve warns Nick with a growl.

You step in between Swerve and Nick to prevent a fight. "It's alright, Nick." You flash a small smile at him. "Go up to the room without me, It's all good here." You assure him.

"Are you sure, Y/N?" Nick hesitates to leave you with Swerve.

"You heard here, little boy! Get lost." Swerve replies sharply.

Nick nods and reluctantly steps into the elevator. The doors slide shut and Swerve immediately goes back to the task at hand.

"Now that the kid is gone..." Swerve licks his lips again. "Why don't you let me take you out for some breakfast, baby?" He offers. "Give me some time to talk to your fine self without any interruptions from your buddies."

"I've had breakfast already." You turn him down plainly.

Swerve grins to himself and bows his head for a moment. "Man, you are really giving me the run-around huh, baby?" He chuckles. "That's alright, I like the chase."

"Or maybe I'm just not into you." You correct Swerve.

"Nah." Swerve replies. "They'll all into me. You're just one of the ones that are gonna take some time to convince is all."

You roll your eyes and step into the elevator when the doors open back up. Swerve watches you step into the elevator but doesn't follow. He winks at you as the doors shut before he walks off.

You ride the elevator up to your floor and find Darby in the hall when the doors open again. Darby springs forward when he sees you.

"Y/N! Are you okay?" Darby asks you. "Nick just told me that Swerve cornered you in the lobby? What did he do?"

"I'm fine, Darby." You smile to yourself at his worry. "Really. All he did was puff his chest out at poor Nick then ask me to breakfast." You explain the situation.

Darby's jaw clenches as you explain what happened in the hall and you notice him digging his nails into his palm in anger. "I'm gonna kick his ass!" Darby growls once you've finished talking.

"Darby, no." You shake your head. "All fighting him is going to do is egg him on. Swerve likes to play games. The more he sees you fight to keep him away from me the more he's going to push."

"Y/N, come on." Darby protests. "Let me teach the dickhead a lesson." He pleads with you. "God knows that he deserves it."

You shake your head again and follow Darby to the hotel room where Nick is waiting. "Yes, he does deserve an ass-kicking." You agree. "Just not this time, okay?"

"Fine." Darby lets out a frustrated sigh.

"Thank you." You smile and lean in for a hug, which Darby happily accepts.

You both head into the hotel room and check on Nick. Wayne is frustrated as well when you inform him to leave Swerve alone. But you convince him that it's not worth all the trouble that a fight would cause.

Two more weeks go by with Swerve essentially harassing you whenever he gets the chance to. You turn him down every time he comes calling, but you know that he's really starting to get under Darby's skin. Then when Swerve and Brian Cage get booked for a tag match against Darby and Nick, all hell breaks loose.

"Just ignore him, Darby." You offer Darby one last warning as you walk out to the ring with him and Nick. "He's going to run his mouth and try to get you pissed off. Don't let him. Same goes for you, Nick."

Darby and Nick nod and hop into the ring while you remain on the floor in their corner. Swerve and Brian head down to the ring and Swerve of course makes a pass at you.

"Y/N! Baby! Damn, you are looking fine tonight." He grins at you when he passes.

"Not happening." You ignore his cat-calling with ease, but spot Darby clenching his hands in the ring.

The match begins and you remind Darby and Nick not to listen to Swerve every chance that you get. But your words seem to roll right off of Darby's back. Swerve gets in the ring with him and immediately starts mouthing off about all the things he'd love to do to you.

"Don't fall for it, Darby!" You shout into the ring, but it's too late.

Having had enough of all the shit Swerve has been saying about you coupled with his harassing behavior this past month, pushes Darby over the edge. You watch Allin pounce on Swerve for real and start reigning down punches like his life depends on it.

Confused, Nick slides down next to you as the bell rings and the match ends. "What do we do?" He asks you.

"Shit." You curse yourself. "Just watch my back, Nick." You ask him before you climb into the ring to retrieve Darby.

Darby and Swerve trade blows on the mat until you walk over and attempt to stop them. When you see an opening you slide between the pair and the fight comes to a stop without a word.

"That's enough, Darby!" You scold Allin. "I told you to leave it alone." You remind him.

"I can't!" Darby grits his teeth again as Brian Cage walks off with Swerve now in tow. "Not this time."

You scoff and shake your head. "Why the hell not?" You confront him. "It's just talk. I don't let it bother me. So why does it bother you so much?" You ask him.

Darby grits his teeth again, his jaw tightly clenched while he searches within himself for a valid answer to your question.

"Well?" You ask Darby again after a bout of silence from him.

Without wasting another second of time Darby steps forward and cups your face in his hands before crashing his lips to yours. "That's why." He finally answers you.

"I...oh." You quietly reply, feeling like a fool for not having seen this earlier. "Me too." You add, unable to come up with anything better to say at the moment.

Darby chuckles and grabs your hand. "Come on, I think we freaked Nick out." He gestures to a flabbergasted Nick standing outside the ring.

You laugh and follow Darby outside the ring. "I think that he'll be okay."

[alexablissmark]

darby blows up your toaster

reader gn <3 

it was late at night, or rather, early in the morning. the sun was just barely coming up, and not even the birds were singing yet. all of a sudden, you hear a loud noise that made you jolt out of bed. 

*BOOM!!!* 

“what the-!” you said, as you sat straight up, and reach over for your boyfriend out of instinct. 

except, he wasn’t there. instead, you heard obnoxiously loud laughter. 

“ugh,” you rolled your eyes. 

of course he would be up to something! but this early already?? you knew you should’ve trusted your gut when Darby asked if his friends can “crash on your couch” just a few hours ago. 

you threw on some slippers and walked to the back door. 

and there it was. the scene of the murder. 

your beautiful toaster you had used to make countless pieces of perfectly cooked bread. Darby and his friends noticed your arrival. but, you didn’t look at them. no, you were too focused on the kitchen appliance that served you so many good lunches, breakfasts, and dinners. now smashed to bits, with smoke all around the air, black soot around it, and the small red firecrackers they stuffed into it. 

thank god you lived in the country. 

Darby came over to you. 

“don’t worry,” he said. “i thought ahead this time!” 

“yeah, this time,” you rolled your eyes, and began to walk away. 

“go look in the kitchen!” he yelled as you stepped in the house. 

and low and behold, a brand new, technologically updated toaster was waiting just for you! 

next to it was a card, it was one of those “i’m sorry” cards. 

it read: “sorry, we got bored. love you! -darby”  

[tache-noire]

Kinktober Day 6: Sting/FTM!Darby + BDSM (+ pussy flogging)

Sting and Darby try something new :)