#Junglehook

[fly-guys]

Live shot of Jack Perry’s bedroom, via Hark! A Vagrant 265

[milesworld96]

I’m back at it, the only thing I have energy for lately

[morel-marcel]

Evilhausen true origin story

[mjfass]

Wrestling continues being difficult to explain

[m7nd3w]

Yeah. Hi.

[theundisputedera]

Thought it was kind of nuts for Christian to not only attack Taz but also attack Hook like this when.. y'know.. Jack had a match right afterwards.. and he looked extra pissed off.. because he went through the same thing with Christian down to the killswitch.. and he did a poisonrana during his match which is typically from his babyface moveset.. I'm grasping for straws desperately but the story is there if you squint

[junglemax]

jack was supposed to be dead.

[mini drabble]

Jack starts to shake as he stares in the mirror at himself. He didn’t even feel it happen, but there it was, clear and perfect as ever: half of his face was painted with white and black to make a skeleton.

Just like everyone else who was found dead.

Jack calls Hook before anyone else. “Hook,” he whispers, as if the killer was in the room with him, “I got the mark. I got the fucking mark.”

“Whoa, what do you mean, you got the mark?”

“My face, Hook, it’s fucking painted and I’m not fucking dead.”

“Jesus- Jack, have you called the police?”

“No, I- what if they don’t believe me? What if they think I’m playing some sick joke-“

“Call the fucking police, Jack. You got a warning from this guy, for whatever reason. Don’t waste your time, get the protection, and maybe you’ll help the cops actually catch the guy.”

Jack shudders at being used as bait. Hook has a point, though, so he sighs shakily. “Okay. Okay. I’m calling them. I’ll tell you what happens.”

[powderflower]

drawing ask: junglehook + something cute!

the something cute is jungle boy :)

[tacodemuerte]

while on the topic of jungle hook i think,,, i think it should hav been more toXIC..jack shoulda been making all kinds of threats, key hook's FTW beLT..i think he should have used all the manipulation tactics he learned from cagE....NFKJDFGHBDJK 🐱🐱

[milesworld96]

I’m back on my bullshit

[fly-guys]

Trent tweeted this during the junglehook match 

[himbos-hotline]

Jungle boy/Hook. sexting gone wrong. please.

Boy, the way you blowin' up my phone

just after junglehook breakup || 1,075 words

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Hook remembers trying to show Jack how to set his phone up what feels like years ago. But right now, as he sits with his back against a warm half-made bed, he's regretting the decision. His phone buzzes, the glass knocking against the wooden table with every text and Hook lays with a pillow over his head as if that would somehow stop Jack from the constant texting. He sighs into the air around him, breathes in enough of the hotel's washing powder that he's sure that there's fake flowers growing in his lungs. He sits up slowly, lets his eyes settle against the darkness and it happens so slowly that he can feel his pupils expanding in the low light and as he settles himself against the headboard, bare shoulder blades pressing against the hardwood, his phone buzzes again.

"Jesus christ Jack, how many more?!" He asks the air around him and for some reason, Hook finds himself pausing as if Jack could reply with words. He sits with that for a few seconds the fact that he is missing his voice more than he wishes to admit. The back of his head still throbs where his hand had tightened in the spikes of his hair and as he thumbs a bruise on his shoulder, Hook feels his muscles strech and contract under his skin as he reaches out to grab his phone. He waits for his phone to read his fingerprint; twists his thumb into three different positions before it pops open and his phone comes to life between his hands.

He scrolls too far through his messages with Jack; finds sparse I love you's scattered between pictures of trees and game plans and then arguments and bitterness and Hook sighs, letting his screen darken until he sees his own tired face stare back at him with the same heavy brown eyes. He studies his reflection for what feels like forever, presses his broken nails into the swelling just under his eye and it hurts, hurts hard enough that it makes Hook's stomach twist.

What would you do if I was there right now? 

Jack's text flashes on screen and Hook finally remembers why he grabbed his phone in the first place. He types in his passcode after his thumbprint refuses to read and he scrolls down until the text's bounce untouched and unread.

Just got out the shower

Is how the conversation starts; innocent, basic conversation between close friends and Hook can picture Jack perched on the side of the bed in his own hotel room miles away, wiping his hands on the corner of the towel so he can text Hook. Maybe the silence between the two of them made his chest hurt as much as it did Hooks.

wish you were here to towel me off

Hook raises an eyebrow, presses his back against the pillows now, he shrinks under the blankets and tucks his legs up close against his chest as he lays on his side. He tries to make himself smaller and smaller as he reads through the texts as if he's trying to fold in on himself. To make himself as small as Jack made him feel when he slammed the back of his head into the stage, in front of the entire world, in front of his father. Hook shakes his head, presses his knuckles so hard into his eyes that stars start to shimmer against the backdrop of his closed eyelids. He says nothing, presses the pad of his thumb into the cracked corner of his phone until it starts to ache and he blinks his eyes back onto the screen

you were always so good to me

"yeah, and you fucked that up." Hook argues back at his phone, his voice barely a breath and he remembers how Jack felt under his hands; warm and real as he panted, heavy and hot as he sunk his teeth into Hook's top surgery scars. He remembers how he moaned his name and how Hook had kissed the lust out his mouth. "You betrayed me, remember?" He asks and Jack seems to hear him because the bubbles appear at the bottom of his screen, dancing and bouncing and Hook presses his phone into the mattress, harder, heavier almost as if he's trying to break it between his hands.

I wish I could hear you moan again

Hook feels the text buzz through his palm long before he reads it and he presses his face deeper and deeper into the pillow; pulls away only when his head starts to spin and his lungs start to ache from lack of oxygen. He breathes, slowly and carefully almost like he's being stalked; that Jack could somehow hear him floors above struggling to keep his feelings buried in the cage of his ribs.

you were always sounding so nice for m e

Hook catches the extra gaps and he just rolls onto his back, settles one hand on the middle of his stomach and waits, breathing slow enough that he keeps his mind blank. He tries to think about the creaking swings in his childhood backyard, blood pooling in his stomach, he even tries to think about how mother is staring down at him from wherever she is clicking her tongue at her little boy. He tries to think about anything other than Jack, laying naked in the middle of a nondescript hotel bed, surrounded by pale yellow sheets and one hand wrapped around his throbbing cock, the other gripping his phone. It hurts to think about him, it makes the back of his head pound.

are you thikin ab oaut me?

"No." Hook replies, and he knows that it's a lie because his own cock throbs in his boxers. He sneaks his hand down his own body slowly, pretends that it's Jack's hand and the pressure of his rough palm pressing against his cock makes his heart ache just a little. He curses, lets it get stuck between the gaps of his teeth and sighs softly.

He strokes himself slowly and in his head he pictures Jack stroking himself in time with him. He strokes slow enough that he clings to the picture in his brain. He spills over his own boxers moments later and when he wipes his hand across the sheets, he manages to type back with shaking hands

leave me alone. I'll never think about you again.

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Synthetic Love

Part 5: Save Me

Summary: Tyler wants to do whatever it takes to protect Y/N from Jack Perry and Anna Jay

Tags: @shawtys-things

Y/N'S POV

I decided not to show up for Dynamite tonight but I did promised whoever sent me that mysterious message that I would meet up with them in their hotel room as I sat on my bed thinking about the whole situation I let everything sink into my head as i heard my phone buzzing and i read it carefully seeing the same mysterious message

???: I'm at the hotel now come see me room 203

I sighed deeply and begin putting on my comfortable clothes and a hoodie so nobody from the arena would see me as I walked out of my hotel room looking both ways to see if anyone was watching me as I head towards the room number 203 which was the second floor of this luxury hotel as I made my way to second floor and went straight towards 203 and knocked on the door having a gut feeling this was a big mistake of my life yet again....

Tyler's POV

As soon as I heard the knock on the door I immediately got up and went to answer it seeing Y/N as I hugged her before looking at her face which was all red and puffy as I sighed softly "come in" I told her softly as she walked into my hotel room as I closed the door and turn to look at her

"so it was you that sent me the mystery text" she said as I nod in reply and sat on my bed taking off my hoodie and set it beside me and looked up at her as I let her speak before I did

"how did you get my number I never gave it to you" she asked as I sighed deeply and looked at her wanting to be straight up honest with her

"Skye Blue gave me you're number I told her if you were showing up for dynamite and she said no so I asked her for you're number so I can tell you to meet me in my hotel room" I explained as she nods in reply sniffling slightly as she looked down for a moment before sighing softly before begin fumbling with her finger against her hoodie

"why am I here Tyler?" She asked as she looked at me as I inhaled sharply and looked at her seeing the pain in her eyes which caused me to get worried even more

"I want to save you from Jack Perry and Anna Jay Darius told me what happened and I knew right then and there I needed to find you knowing Jack Perry he's fucked up in the head since betraying me at Forbidden Door 2" I explained as I remember that night Jack betrayed me after everything I did for him as I felt her sitting next to me as I sighed deeply looking down

"I'm sorry he did that to you Tyler but you don't have to save me from this I did this to myself and this is my way of saying that I deserve this" she said as I shook my head and looked at her and lightly took my hands into hers as I lightly move my thumbs back and forth on her hands

"you don't understand y/n Jack is going to make your life a living hell like he did with me alongside with Anna Jay and I don't want that to happen to you I don't want you to go through what I had to go through please let me save you from this I promise to protect you from him and anyone that gets to you" I begged as I felt my heart sinking for her I don't want her to go through the things I did when Jack put me through hell

I watched her reaction to see if she'll accept the offer of me saving her as she looked at me and smiles softly "fine I'll accept the offer but if you end up hurting me Tyler... I will never forgive you and I will end up leaving AEW for good" she said as I hugged her lightly stroking her hair as I smiled softly

"you have my word y/n I won't let anyone hurt you ever again" I said as I let her stay in my hotel room for the rest of the night letting the boys know I wouldn't be out tonight as I let her fall asleep on my chest as I watched her sleep peacefully on me I'm glad she's finally giving me a chance to save her from all of this and as for Jack Perry, he's gonna have a hell week from me and I'll make sure he feels all the pain that he put y/n through I will make him pay for his sick and twisted games....

[theundisputedera]

Daisyhead — Wonder

"Sometimes, I wonder if things would be better if I never knew you,

And on the other side of that door, a family awaits you,

One that won’t be broken anymore"

https://open.spotify.com/track/2lvqIhLISxfKF8J1MHrqum?si=UZwmNEidQNq0iCE22NZA8A