#aew dynamite fanfic

[mrsarcherofinfamy]

● Hook x Reader ●

• SMUT 18+

Summary: Ethan Page breaks off his engagement with you. Taz takes you in and introduces you to Tyler. Tyler teaches Ethan a lesson about blowing up your phone.

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I walk into me and Ethan's locker room very excitedly. He is sitting on the couch.

"Hey baby! Did you see my match? I won my first match here!"

He doesn't say anything looking at his phone and I look at him puzzled. I sit on the coffee table infront of him looking at him.

"Did you hear me?"

He doesn't look up or say anything again. I put my hand on his arm trying to get his attention. He smacks my hand away looking up at me. I pull my hand to my chest.

"Owww what was that for?"

He stands up looking down at me. I start breathing heavy looking up at him.

"We are done Y/N."

"Done?"

"Yes. Done. Now give me MY engagement ring."

"W...what?"

I look down at my ring than back up at him. He has his hand out waiting for it.

"Why Ethan?"

"I have found someone better than you."

Those words broke me. I slowly take off my ring and put it in his hand. He scoffs ripping the ring out of my fingers.

"You're so pathetic. And useless."

I look down at the floor not wanting to look at him. He gathers his things together still belittling me the whole time.

"So much happier that I found someone who will care for me and actually do what I say. Don't call me. Don't text me. Don't even think about me."

He leaves the room slamming the door behind him. I feel the tears start to pour out of your eyes. I lean down into my knees and start crying. 20 minutes go by, I hear someone knock on the door. I ignore it thinking it's Ethan. I hear the door open but continue crying into my knees.

"Y/N. Honey. What's going on?"

I feel a hand start rubbing my back. I sit up still semi crying, looking up to see Taz sitting on the couch. He rubs my shoulder looking at me.

"What happened Y/N? I had to come looking for ya because you had an interview but didn't show up. What happened honey?"

I sniffle wiping my face and lifted my hand up to show my bare hand. His eyes go wide seeing my ring is gone. I start crying again. He stands up pulling me up into a hug. I start crying into his chest while he rubs my back.

"Honey. It will be okay. I'm here for you. You know you are like family to me. If you don't have anywhere to live, you can live at my house. I'll even help get your stuff out of his apartment."

I sniffle wiping my face again looking up at him.

"You mean that? I mean I do need a place to live but I also have a cat if that's okay. And I would feel better if you did come with to get my stuff."

"You and your cat are welcome to stay. Now let's go get your stuff and your kitty!"

I grab my bag and follow him out of the locker room, to the parking garage and to his car.

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*at the apartment*

I get out of the car and walk over to the door to get into the apartment with Taz and one of his "helpers" right behind me. I take a deep breath and unlock the door. I walk in with them behind me and walk around not seeing Ethan anywhere. I start telling them what is mine and what is his. They start taking my stuff to their trucks. I get my cat backpack and walk to my bedroom looking for him.

"Oliver? Where are ya buddy?"

He runs and jumps on the bed with a little meow. I slightly smile looking at him.

"Well buddy. We are going for a little trip."

I pick him up, put him in the backpack and carry him out to Taz's truck putting him on the backseat. I go back in and pack all my stuff up from every room. I hand Taz's "helper" the last box than turn around in the doorway looking around. I sigh and tear up a little. Taz comes up behind me and puts a hand on my back.

"Y/N it's time to go."

He points to Ethan's car pulling into the parking lot. I throw the key into the apartment, close the door and walk over to the truck. Taz follows behind me watching Ethan the whole time. I get in the truck, close the door and watch Taz stand infront of his truck putting the window down to hear them. His "helper" comes around and stands next to him. Ethan walks over to them.

"What are you doing here? And why do you have my girl?"

Taz scoffs looking at him.

"Your girl? Last I checked, you broke off your engagement and broke her heart. So no she ain't your girl anymore. And we came to help her move out."

Ethan rolls his eyes and crosses his arms.

"That girl is all talk. She always says she is gonna move out and leave me. But I know Y/N. She would never leave me. No matter how bad I treat her. She always stays with me."

Taz and his "helper" move closer to Ethan. Ethan takes a step back.

"Like I said, we came to help her move out."

Ethan laughs and walks over to the apartment door, unlocks it and walks inside. Taz gets into his truck starting it and his "helper" gets into his. Ethan comes back outside screaming and waving his hands. He walks over to the driver's side tapping on the window. Taz looks at me and I nod. He rolls down the window slowly looking at Ethan.

"Taz! Where is......."

He looks over at me in the passengers seat.

"Y/N! Get your ass in that apartment right now!"

I look away from him starting to feel tears coming to my eyes. Taz looks at Ethan and shakes his head.

"I meant what I said. She's moving out. Now goodbye."

Taz rolls up the window and shifts into drive which causes the doors to lock. Ethan runs over to the other side of the truck trying to open the door. Taz hits the gas and leaves the parking lot. I take a deep breath when we hit the road.

"Honey. It will be okay. He can't hurt you anymore."

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*at Taz's house*

I get out of the truck getting Oliver's backpack making sure he is okay. I put him on my back and walk to the front of the truck. Taz is standing there waiting for me. I look at his house noticing cameras and security guards everywhere. I look over at him.

"Your house is so gorgeous but why do you have so many cameras and security guards?"

He laughs putting a hand on my shoulder.

"I'll tell ya later about that. For now, let's get inside so I can show ya your room."

I slightly smile and follow him inside. We walk inside and my eyes go wide looking at how beautiful everything is.

"Taz are you sure I can stay here?"

"Of course! Wait until you see your room!"

He grabs my hand and pulls me up the stairs, down the hallway and I hear loud music coming from one of the rooms. I look at Taz and he laughs a little.

"That's my son Tyler. You will meet him soon. I think you two are about the same age."

"I'm 24."

"Oh so is he. Wait. You're 24? Why were you with Ethan? Isn't he like 10 years older than you?"

I roll my eyes and look at him.

"I'll tell you about that later. For now, wanna show me my room?"

"Oh and your a comedian too? I like you already!"

I giggle and we walk into my new room at the end of the hallway. I gasp at how beautiful the whole room looks. Taz pats my shoulder.

"So you don't need much of the furniture you brought with you. But don't worry. You can decorate the room however you want. And all your other belongings will be brought up to your room for you."

"Taz I don't know how to thank you enough for everything you are doing for me."

He looks at me and smiles.

"Join me, my wife and my son for dinner tonight. We are going to a restaurant. So you can dress casually just not like a bum."

I giggle sitting down on the bed.

"You got it. As long as my clothes get up here soon."

He laughs and walks out closing the door behind him. A couple hours go by and my belongings are all brought to my room. I organize and put everything away. I set up a corner for all of Oliver's belongings as well. I go through my clothes trying to find something to wear. I settle with a black crop top, some ripped up jeans and some black high top sneakers. I put my deer skull necklace on and fix my tongue piercing. I look at myself in the mirror in my personal bathroom attached my room. I straighten my hair to go with my outfit. I smile looking in the mirror.

"This is the first time I have felt good about how I look in a long time. I am going to have a great time tonight."

I hear a knock on my door and walk over to the door opening it to see Taz. He smiles looking at me.

"Well look at you! Feeling better already!"

"I am feeling better. Thank you."

"Ready to go? My wife and son left already to get us a table."

"I am ready."

I walk out closing my door following him downstairs and to his truck. He opens the door for me and I get in. He walks around getting in and heads down the driveway and to the restaurant.

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We get to the restaurant and he parks next to his wife's car. Taz looks over at me.

"Look. I told my wife I was bringing you along but my son doesn't know."

I look over at him smiling a little.

"Taz... are you trying to set me up with your son?"

"Maybbeeee....."

"Taz I just got out of...."

"Y/N. Honey. I know you just got out a relationship. But I know my son. He wouldn't dare hurt a woman. And honey. You need a real man anyways."

We both laugh and get out of his truck. We walk over to the table. Tyler's back is facing me and he is looking down at the menu on the table. Taz's wife stands up and hugs me.

"You must be Y/N. Taz talks so good about you."

I hug her back and smile.

"Yup that's me."

Taz points next to Tyler and I sit down next to him. Taz sits next to his wife and kicks Tyler's leg.

"Yo what was that for?"

"We have company."

"I dont....."

He looks over at me and stops talking. I giggle looking at him.

"You don't what son?"

"HI I'm Y/N. You must be Tyler."

Tyler nods his head yes just staring at me. I nervous giggle looking at him.

"Okaayyy"

"Anyways what is everyone hungry and thristy for?"

I look through the menu trying to decide on something to eat. The waitress comes over and takes our drink orders. She comes back with the drinks than takes our food orders. She leaves and Taz looks over at me and Tyler.

"So son. Y/N had her first match on AEW yesterday."

Tyler looks directly over at me. I look back at him smiling.

"I did and I won!"

"Congrats."

I look over at Taz with a puzzled look.

"Does he ever show any emotion?"

Taz laughs and Tyler quickly turns his head towards me. I look back at him with a stone cold look on my face. Tyler smirks and looks down. I shrug my shoulders and feel my phone buzz in my pocket. I pull it out and see a message from Ethan.

Why haven't you come back to the apartment yet? We need to talk.

I put it away and look up to see Taz looking at me. I slightly bite my lip trying not to cry.

"Was it him again?"

I shake my head yes and he sighs. Our food comes and we start eating our dinner.

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*2 weeks later*

Laying in my bed with Oliver, I am looking through the thousands of messages Ethan has sent me. I don't even tear up anymore. I've been thinking a lot about everything that happened and to me, I am starting to heal and get better from it. I know I don't want to go back to Ethan. I have been having fun hanging out with Taz and his family. Tyler and I are kinda flirty with each other but I am trying to take it slow. My phone buzzes and another message comes through.

Y/N. Babygirl. Please talk to me. I miss you. I want us back.

I roll my eyes closing my phone. I hear a knock on my door and get up. I open the door expecting Taz but instead it's Tyler.

"Oh hey Ty. What's up?"

"My parents are going out. So I am going to make some steak and mashed potatoes. Would you like some?"

"I would love some. Could I join you in the kitchen?"

"Yeah sure."

I follow him down to the kitchen. He grabs a pan out of the cabinet along with a pot for the potatoes. He gets everything out on the counter. I walk over and lean on the counter looking at him.

"Could I help ya with anything?"

"Not right now."

I move closer to him and put my head on his shoulder to be annoying.

"Cmoonnnn Ty."

"Okay okay. Let me find something for you to do."

He pulls a chair over from the island and sets it next to the oven.

"Sit here and look pretty."

I huff and sit in the chair.

"I don't like this. I wanna help with something. Please. I don't want you to just sit here and....."

I get cut off by Tyler grabbing my face and kissing me. My eyes go wide than close, kissing him back. He pulls back looking at me putting his hand on my throat.

"Now just sit there and look pretty like a good girl."

I shake my head yes looking at him wide eyed. He goes back to making dinner. I bite the inside of my lip squeezing my legs together watching him. He looks over at me and slightly smirks.

"You okay over there?"

"Oh me? Yeah.... I'm okay."

"Never had anyone put you in your place before huh?"

"Not like that. Never been called a good girl either."

"Good to know."

He laughs and finishes up making dinner. He sets everything up on the island for us. I move my chair closer and he sits on the other side. I look over at him smiling.

"Thank you for this Ty."

"Well I have something to tell ya."

"What's up?"

"I told my parents to go out because I wanted to make you dinner and maybe this could be like our little date night. We could eat dinner than go to my room to watch a movie."

"So you planned a date night for us but didn't even tell me it was a date night? Cmon. I'm still in my pajamas."

I giggle looking at him. He looks at me slightly smiling.

"You are okay with it being a little date night?"

"Of course Ty."

"Oh and Y/N?"

I look up at him slightly smiling starting to eat some mashed potatoes.

"I was also wondering if you would....."

"Yes."

"I didn't even finish my sentence. I was wondering if you would like to be my girlfriend? My dad told me about your ex so if you still need more time, I get it."

"Tyler. I am way over that guy. It's a yes."

"Yes! That makes me so happy!"

I giggle and we continue to eat dinner. My phone buzzes three more times on the island. Tyler looks over at me.

"Whose that?"

"The ex."

I roll my eyes finishing up eating.

"He has been texting you for 2 weeks now?"

"I have like over a thousand messages from this guy."

We get up putting our dishes in the sink and cleaning up the kitchen.

"That's crazy."

He grabs my waist and pulls me into him. I put my arms around his neck.

"But don't worry. I have a few ideas of how to get rid of him."

"I don't wanna worry about him right now. I wanna worry about our date."

He smiles, grabs my arm and pulls me up to his room. We walk into his room and he flops down on his bed. I sit down on the other side looking around his room. He grabs my sides and pulls me over to him. I turn on my side and lay my head on his shoulder with his arm around my neck. I pull out my phone and look at him.

"Could I take a picture of us and post it?"

"Of course babe."

I turn on my camera and take a cute picture of us laying in bed together. I post it on Twitter with the caption "He made me dinner and than asked me to be his girlfriend! What a gentleman."

"Oh that's definitely gonna piss some people off."

"I don't care. I'm happy with you."

He leans over me and kisses me. I put my hand on his cheek and kiss him back. He pulls back laying back down and looks through the movies on the TV. He finds a movie and puts it on. He moves me off of him and sits up taking his shirt off. I bite my lip a little.

"Sorry I just always like to have my shirt off in my room. Or clothes for that matter."

I giggle and look at him still biting my lip.

"I am the same way."

"Than take your clothes off."

I look at him with wide eyes. He looks at me and smiles a little. I slowly take off my shirt exposing my breasts since I wasn't wearing a bra. I hear him suck in some air looking at me which makes me giggle. I stand up and slowly take off my shorts also not wearing underwear.

"Holy fuckkkkk."

He gets up, comes over to me and runs his fingers through my hair gripping some. I bite my lip looking at him.

"What a good girl."

I gulp still looking at him biting my lip.

"Now get on your knees."

I slowly drop to my knees while he keeps a hold of my hair making me look up at him.

"Ya like this babygirl?"

I shake my head yes looking up at him. He smirks letting go of my hair and slowly takes his shorts off. I gulp seeing his cock flop out of his shorts. He smirks looking down at me.

"Now you are going to take my dick down your throat like a good girl."

I hear my phone buzz on the nightstand. Tyler grips up my hair making me look up at him.

"Did you hear me?"

"Yes Daddy."

He bites his lip looking down at me.

"Good girl."

I open my mouth wide sticking out my tongue.

"And you have a tongue ring? Fuckkkkk."

I laugh looking up at him. He grips my hair again making me open my mouth wide with my tongue hanging out. He slaps his dick against my tongue a couple times making me moan a little. He starts slowly shoving his dick down my throat. He shoves it all the way down making me gag really hard than pulls it back out. I cough a few times, tears coming out of my eyes but I still open my mouth wide for him again. He slowly shoves it all the way down my throat again making me gag than pulls it back out.

"What a good fucking girl."

I look up at him, spit hanging my mouth and a couple tears rolling down my face. He pats my cheek smirking. My phone starts ringing on the nightstand. Tyler turns around and grabs my phone.

"Oh look who it is."

He looks down at me and smirks.

"I have an idea. Keep sucking and gagging on my dick baby."

"What's your idea?"

"What did I just say?"

"Yes daddy."

I grab his dick and start sucking on it. He moans and grabs my hair. My phone starts ringing like a videochat. I look up at Tyler with his dick all the way down my throat.

"What a good job. You got it all the way down without gagging."

Tyler answers my phone without me knowing. The camera is facing him.

"Y/N! I knew you would soon answer.......me? Tyler why do you have Y/N's phone? Where is she?"

I start sucking his dick faster looking up at him. He moans a little smirking at Ethan.

"Oh she has been a little preoccupied with her time."

"What do you mean?"

Tyler turns the camera around while I have his dick shoved all the way down my throat again. Tyler let's out a moan.

"Are you fucking kidding me?! That is my fiance! Not your new girlfriend!"

I pull his dick out and slap it against my tongue a few times looking up at the camera. Tyler laughs watching Ethan freak out on camera.

"Alright Ethan. Unless you wanna watch me fuck the shit out of MY GIRL, I suggest you hang up and never call her ever again."

"Are you fucking kidding me?! Whatever! Bye!"

He hangs up and Tyler puts my phone on the nightstand. I stand up looking at him. He comes over, wipes my face and smiles.

"Now for the fun part."

The enddddddd

[riptides-n-roses]

tear you apart - jon moxley (18+)

⛧ pair: jon moxley x reader

⛧ tags: @cyberdejos2 @88changemymind @reigns-prophecy

⛧ warnings: really really really rough sex, unprotected p in v, t1t-fucking, aggressive throat fucking, blood kink (jon bites so hard you bleed), oral (m! and f! receiving), creamp1e, bruises, marking, as always minors should not interact ♡

⛧ i think with how many matches jon has where he's bleeding everywhere should have more ffs about him in that way.

⛧ jon is aggressive during sex. he takes his anger out on you in a way that makes you beg for more (no plot)

♫ tear you apart - she wants revenge

⛧ word count: 1.2K

Jon's kisses were rough and hot, his calloused fingers forcefully grabbing your face to hold still. Your whines made him hard, trying to beg for him to be gentle. 

"My good slut." He muttered, pressing his lips back to yours. He was mad about something. You could tell he was based off the way he handled you. It didn't bother you. You found it hot whenever sex was angry with him.

"J-Jon..." you started. 

"That's not my name. Correct yourself before I do." Jon ordered, making his way to your neck, kissing roughly.

You whined, feeling his teeth bite into your neck. 

"D-Daddy..."

"Fuck that's my good little slut." He purred, taking his free hand to one of your exposed breasts, playing with it so harshly. "You're going to be a good girl for me. Understood?" 

"Yes daddy..." you replied, feeling his teeth let go of your flesh. Jon smirked, admiring his work on your neck, slight blood leaving from where he bit into you. 

"Get on your knees." his tone full of demand. You immediately obeyed him, his bulge right against your face. He was amused from how innocent you looked in front of him.

"Such an innocent face. Too bad I'm going to ruin it..." he laughed. You watched as Jon took off whatever clothing was left on him, his cock already hard from biting you earlier. Your mouth watered from the sight of his throbbing cock. He rested his cock between your breasts, slowly thrusting between them. He grunted as you squeezed your breasts together creating more friction against his length. After a few thrusts he paused, having another idea.

Without any warning, he grabbed a chunk of your hair, and pushed his dick in your mouth, his tip reaching the back of your throat. His grunts were intoxicating, feeling yourself getting wet between your legs.

"Fuck...You're so perfect, princess." He grunted, his grip tightening around your hair, your throat abused from his thrusts. 

You gagged from his length, his thrusts getting faster - he was getting close. Small tears forming in your eyes as you kept eye contact with him. 

A low growl escaped his lips as he came down your throat, forcing you to swallow every drop of him. As he rode out his orgasm, he ripped his cock out of your throat, allowing your throat to rest. You choked, looking up to the 6'4 "man - his eyes still have the same stare as he did before. To your surprise, he was still rock hard - you knew he wasn't finished with you just yet.

"On the bed...now" 

You immediately laid down on your back on the king-sized bed, the sheets red as wine. You were nervous as Jon crawled on top of you, flattered that you were afraid of what he was going to do next.

"Fuck...you're so cute when you're scared." His tone, full of lust and hunger. 

Your breath shook, you've never seen him so angry before. You couldn't dare ask him why he was being so rough with you. He looked you up and down, unamused to see your legs closed shut.

"Open your legs." He ordered, impatiently waiting for you to obey his commands.

You immediately opened them, giving Jon a good view of your glistening cunt. He hummed in approval before positioning himself between your legs. 

"Such a pretty cunt..." he muttered, latching his warm tongue on your clit, roughly sucking on it. 

You whimpered from his touch, it was gentle but his grip on your thighs was hard. His icy blue eyes never leaving contact with your face - making sure you were enjoying how he manhandled you. 

"You like how I eat this pussy, slut?" His tone was playful, his fingers pumping in and out of you. 

"Y-Yes, daddy...Oh fuck" you sobbed, throwing your head back as he sucked away on your cunt.  

He chuckled, his grip still tight against your thighs as his tongue slid up and down. You whined when he stopped, stopping you from cumming all over his face. 

"Such a greedy whore..." he grumbled, "I oughta fuck the brat out of you."

As he positioned himself again, he grabbed your sides hard. You gasped loudly as Jon pushed into you without warning, his length already hitting your spot hard. 

Your eyes were blurry from small tears, as he thrusted hard into you, his knuckles turning white from grabbing you. 

"You're such a good whore." His grunts were low and deep, stopping his grip on your sides and swiftly replacing them with your neck, limiting your intake to oxygen. You gasped from his tight grip, his thrusts getting faster and deeper, your walls tightening around his lengthy cock. 

"D-Daddyyyy..." you couldn't talk much, it was intoxicating to him on how small you were under his grip. His stare was sinister, biting his bottom lip as he pushed in and out of you.  

"Yeah that's it...take every inch of my cock" He was satisfied with your pleas to let his grip on you loosen. His grunts turned you on even more, your eyes rolling back from the raspy waves of pleasure hitting your body.

Jon finally let go of his grip on your neck, allowing you to breathe, his thrusts still hard and deep in you, he put his full body weight on top of you, your arms wrapping around him, digging your nails into the flesh in his back. You definitely wanted to mark him back, making any woman know he was yours. 

"Fuckkk...you feel so good, baby." He groaned, his thrusts becoming faster. He really enjoyed when you roughed him up back. You whined feeling him sink his teeth into your neck, you loved when he bit you or caused any markings on you. It reminded you and everyone exactly who you belonged to. You were for sure going to get asked about those teeth marks on you, but you didn't care. 

You shut your eyes tight, whimpering from him fucking you rough. It wasn't unusual for him to but you prayed it wouldn't be the last time. He always made you discover new things about yourself when he did. 

"Look at me." He grabbed your face, making you open your eyes to face him. He pressed his lips against yours, your tongues fighting for dominance. You moaned from his tongue being in your mouth - he growled, biting your bottom lip really hard, drawing small hints of blood - you know that's going to scar later on.

Your stomach tightened, feeling yourself getting closer to cum. It was already a lot for you to handle all at once - Jon being aggressively rough with you as he fucked you, his obsession with biting you and limiting your air passages. 

"You gonna cum?" He asked, his thrusts getting sloppy "You're gonna cum with me. Got it, slut?" You whined from his commands, not being able to hold your need to cum any longer.

"Yes, Daddy...Oh fuck...I'm cumminggg" You sobbed into his neck as you came all over his dick, your nails digging into him - Jon following behind, groaning loudly as his warm seed bursting in you. As you both rode out your high, Jon kissed you roughly - his cock still buried in your cunt.  

"Good girl..."

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

RAW, deep and hard…..next question

[livsbrutalitys-blog]

Unfinished business

Pt. 1

summary: you and Rhea have known each other since you were teenagers training at the same wrestling school except only one of you made it to the big screen but now it was time for you both to share that same fate.

pt.2|

trope: enemies to lovers

warning(s): SMUT (eventually), ANGST, swearing, yelling, DRAMA DRAMA DRAMA (lmk if i missed any)

pairing(s): rhea x f!reader, judgment day x reader (not romantic), and more but there’s to many :)

a/n: this is going to be a series, i’m not sure how many parts but this is my first time writing a series or anything like this so please be kind and if you have any helpful advice or tips lmk <3

Backstory

You had moved to Adelaide at the age of 16 to train at this very wrestling school. Luckily you had family that lived in Austrailia and your parents always let you follow your dreams and be your own person. Your first day at the school you had been so nervous slightly second guessing your re-location. Your nerves were suddenly calmed by a hand on your arm. Your head whipped around to see who was behind you.

"Hey my name is Demi, this your first day?" She said with a welcoming smile and her accent thick, it took you a moment to gather your thoughts because the girl that you had just met just so happened to also be the most beautiful girl you've ever met.

"uh-yeah, it's nice to meet you my name is y/n" you said sitting your bag down on the floor against the wall. You stood back up and started putting your hair up in a ponytail to keep it out of your face.

She stared at you like you hung the stares and the moon. You noticed her out of the corner of your eye, not thinking much of it at the time but you took note and stored this moment in the back of your brain.

" good to meet you y/n, can't wait to kick your ass out there" she said smirking at you waiting for what you were going to say. " Your on but be prepared to have your day ruined cause you have no idea what I'm capable of" you said walking close to her, tilting your head up slightly to meet her gaze.

She enjoyed the playful banter, she chuckled walking past you to go meet the trainer. You followed behind her just a few moments later after putting the rest of your things in your bag.

Once you made your way to the group that was training with you the trainer started to speak "Alright ladies and gentleman welcome back to another wonderful day of wrestling, How is everyone feeling today?". The group collectively said 'good', "Great now we are gonna start a little different today since you may have noticed with have a new student joining us today" He said pointing at you quickly, you did a small wave to everyone.

"Okay y/n we are gonna go over some of our basic rules real quick" you nodded waiting for him to speak again. "Rule one, when you are in the training area everyone goes by their ring name so if you have chosen yours, great, if not then get to choosing kid you have a free pass tonight but next session I wanna hear you using your ring name" he said waiting for you to nod or something so he could continue. But, you already had one picked out so you spoke up, "I actually already have one, it's the one I've been using since I was at my last wrestling school" you said in an up-beat tone. "Ok, well, let's hear it" he said impressed that you had already had one and felt confident using it at another facility. "It's y/r/n" you said with confidence, "Alright, sounds good, I like it, it's very original, good job kid" he said with a nod of approval.

"Alright and rule number two, do not and I mean absolutely do not bring your personal life into your wrestling life. You wanna date someone in this group, I'm not one to stand in the way of love but that love needs to say at the door." You nodded agreeing, you never planned to combine the two but it was a great rule to have.

"So, now that all of that is out of the way let's get to kicking some ass!" he said in a more energetic tone. "Y/r/n I want you to start us out, wanna see what you can do and what we need to work on, Rhea I want you in there with her" he said motioning towards the ring and moving out of the way to allow you two to slide in the ring and your now standing just a few inches apart.

You start feeling those familiar nerves build up in your gut. You let out a deep breath shoving those feelings down because it's not like you can walk out of the ring and fly back home now. Rhea noticed the anxious look on your face she mouthed to you as to not draw attention to you "You got this". That's all it took for a strong wave of confidence to wash over you.

"Okay, ladies we are gonna start with some basics" he said instructing you with a strong accent. "Let's go ahead and do some grappling" you waited for his cue to move towards the buff girl ahead of you. You lock up, her hands on your shoulders and yours on her shoulders shoving each other back and forth. Suddenly you dropped to the ground and perfectly executing an arm drag with her landing on her back.

She stood up but for that she smacked the mat in frustration. She was not messing around now, she was in full Rhea mode. You grabbed her arm and swung under it as you twisted her muscular limb. Once you fully up again she turned towards you with a look of discomfort on her face from her arm being twisted in an unnatural direction. In a split second her fist was connecting with your cheek, sending you down to the mat in pain. She wasted no time pouncing on you, grabbing a fist full of your hair in her hands, dragging you back up to your feet. Once you were back up you couldn't think of anything else so you just bitch slapped her. She let go of your hair to put a hand on her face and then glaring back at you. You were totally fucked.

"Alright, alright guys that was good and y/r/n I'm impressed to fair I didn't see a lot but you held your own and that's what I'm looking for" you smiled to yourself not wanting to seem conceited in anyway. Rhea stood behind you leaning in to whisper. "That was good and might I say you have one hell of a slap" she said pulling back with a chuckle. "How about this, you two are gonna have a match right here right now" you looked at Rhea to try and read her to see if she was up to it. "I'm down if you are y/r/n?" she said looking at you waiting for your response. "Of course, how could I pass up kicking your ass. Ripley" you said with a mischievous look on your face and saying the last part with a hint of aggression.

The bell rang and you two were sizing each other up. You made the first move, running to her and kneeing her in the stomach. She stumbled back to collect herself but you didn't let up throwing uncoordinated punches and slaps at her back while she was hunched over. She finally caught one of your hits and you realized you did not think this through. She pulled your arm and slung you into the corner, once you hit the turnbuckle you looked up and she was hurdling towards you and she jumped up and dropped kicked you right in the chest. That blow sent you crumbling to the mat laying there clutching your chest and coughing. She pulled you up and threw your limp body over her broad shoulders carrying back to the same turnbuckle and sitting you on the very top. A surge of adrenaline rushed through you as you slowly sat back up as she was climbing to meet you at the top of the ropes. You used all you strength to push her off. She stumbled back in shock as to how you mustered up the strength to fight back. You waited till she was fully alert again and stood up tall on the top rope you jumped putting all your faith in your aim and in Rhea's ability to catch you. You landed on her shoulders and then slung your body down to send her flying, her doing a messy front flip from all the momentum traveling through her body.

The match went on for about another five minutes and you guys were laid out on the mat. You decided to take advantage of getting up before her. You decided to submit her because all of your pin attempts have failed miserably. You locked in a prism lock, she was writhing below you and you were using all your strength to hold her up eventually you couldn't anymore so you placed a knee on her upper back and twisted her like a pretzel. She finally smacked the mat, giving into your torture.

You dropped her body to the mat and looked down at her. You squatted down to her and leaned your head in to whisper "What was all that talk about you kicking my ass huh?" She groaned and glared up at you. "I'll get you next time" and she wasn't kidding, after that day you guess had a heated rivalry going.

Even though you guys had a serious rivalry going you never hated her and you two knew that the tension and fighting was only improving both of your wrestling abilities.

One day a couple years later you were 21 and Rhea had just turned 22. You two were still training at the same school but now you were training the younger students while also competing in the indie circuit. You had become the the IWJP champion in your time in Japan, and now making your way inside the facility to do some training and teaching later that day. You sat your things down and you were tying your hair up, once it was up you stood up from your crouched position and turned around unexpectedly she was also here. You didn't think she would be here since she had been in the U.S trying out for WWE NXT, you had felt a lot of jealousy towards her for that, it had always been your dream to make it to WWE but she managed to do it before you.

You walked past her with no intention on speaking to her since you knew how you felt and she did to. She saw you walk past and felt a little hurt you didn't at least wave or say a quick greeting. She hopped of the ring apron and made her way over to you. " Aw is someone still mad that I managed to get a try out and they wouldn't even think to reach out to you" she said with a mocking tone, now was not the time for her to be messing with you. Your head slowly turned towards her "You know what Rhea soon the WWE is gonna realize who really belongs there and it's not you. In the meantime I'll be in Japan as a matter of fact across the world gaining more titles while your still just training to hopefully even make it on TV. So, you have fun in states just hoping you make at least one TV appearance I'll be here putting in work and carrying a new title every time you come back" you said glaring up at her and speaking with an aggressive tone. She chuckled at what you said but you both knew she was gonna make it and you were just upset she wasn't gonna be here for much longer. It was true you were gonna miss her even when she destroyed you in the ring.

"You know what y/r/n, your delusional, you'll never see the inside of a WWE ring unless it's from the stands and you paid to be there. I'll be on the big screen and you'll still be here training other people, not even trying to make any of your dreams come true" you were stunned at her sudden aggression but to be honest you were used to squabbles like this with Rhea. You nodded and walked away flipping her off as you were making your way over to the lifting area. She chuckled and went back into the ring she was training in.

Suddenly Rhea's phone rang and you heard it from where you were since the building wasn't that big. She walked over to her back that was on the stairs beside the ring. She quickly grabbed her phone and answered it. You only heard a few yes's and some ok's coming from her but you also saw the nodding of her head but what was most noticeable was the growing excitement on her face as her eyes lit up she said a quick "ok thank you so much, I'll be there in the afternoon tomorrow" her accent thicker than ever caused by the amount of excitement. She hung up and quickly gathered her things, she was quickly making her way out of the building but before that she went up to same trainer she had been working with since she was young girl. You couldn't hear what was said but you saw them share a quick hug and the look on his face was one of a proud father.

You hadn't seen or heard from her in months. You called and texted but to no avail. Where did she go? Is she ok? Can she just please respond to me?

You tried texting her again but gave up hope. You were sat on your couch in your small apartment, you decided to turn on the TV and watch WWE NXT UK. The show started and you weren't paying much attention as you had started scrolling on Instagram. That was until you heard something that caught your attention immediately. The ring announcer was saying her name, you almost thought you were hearing things that was until she appeared on your screen. She looked so different, her hair was short and a light shade of brow, her outfit was dark and edgy. Your mouth hung open as you saw her, you watched the match in shock and a little bit of anger. It was nearing the end and Rhea was going for her finisher, little did you know she took some inspiration from you and locked in your signature prism lock. This bitch really stole my move, you thought. After she won and held her first title a fire was lit inside you and you worked harder than ever to catch her and prove that you deserve to be there too.

Present day

You had been apart of a new wrestling promotion in the US called AEW. It was WWE's biggest rivalry, you were so close but after a few years of working your way up to the top you were finally happy. You were sat on the plane checking your email while waiting to land in the next city, that's when you saw an email that stuck out. It was from your agent, the agent you were kind of forced to get since you were one of if not the biggest female wrestler in the world right now, you held so many titles across the world but mostly in Japan and AEW. You opened the email and it read:

Good morning y/n I hope this finds you well. I have just received a call from WWE management and they really want to talk to you about signing with them. I know how we have talked about making it to the big time and now it's here. The decision is all yours, please call me once you land and we can talk more.

Your hand covered your face in disbelief. Your friends noticed and they nudged you snapping you out of your thoughts. "Hey you ok?" Your close friend Ruby said. "Yeah, I just got an email from my agent s'all " you said glancing at her then back down to your email. "Oh, really, what'd it say?" she said inquisitively "Uh, nothing everything's good, I'm just dramatic" you tried to distract her from earlier by being sarcastic. You felt bad that you couldn't tell her but if you were gonna make the move it had to be done in secret to really keep it a surprise.

You got off the plane and immediately called your agent. You spoke with her for a few minutes and luckily you there wasn't a show tonight because now you were jumping in your rental car and drove for about 2 hours to a city close by to meet with WWE management. You haven't decided if you were gonna leave AEW yet but you wanted to hear what they had to offer. You made it to the arena WWE was performing in that night and went in the back to avoid being spotted by fans or talent.

"Hi, y/n it's great to finally meet you" Stephanie said sticking her hand out for a handshake. "It's great to meet you too, Stephanie, I'm excited to hear what you guys are planning" you shook her hand firmly. You walked behind the powerful woman. You finally made it to her office for the night, "please have a seat, make yourself comfortable, who knows maybe this'll become your new home" she said motioning to the couch as she sat across from you in a comfortable looking arm chair. You chuckled at the last part of what she said, "ok y/n we have a few idea's" she said making her self comfortable and crossing her legs making eye contact with you.

"Alright let's hear 'em" you said looking at her. "So as you might know we have Wrestlemania coming up in a month and I'd love for you to be apart of it. We already have a match going on for the Women's World Title" you nodded and she continued "We want you to start your WWE journey by interfering in the finish of the match. Our title holder is Rhea Ripley." the name sent shivers down your spine. You didn't know she was the title holder since you had stopped watching WWE when you joined the rival company. It had been years since you saw her or heard anything more than a brief mention of her reign of dominance on the women's division.

"I understand you two have a long history" you nodded hiding the look of nervousness on your face. She continued to explain her plan and you liked it a lot. The feelings you had for Rhea had reappeared as she continued to talk. "You know what Stephanie" you pause briefly, "I'm in, let's do this" you said with a wave of confidence washing over you. She looked at you with pure excitement in her eyes. "Alright well I'm glad to hear that, I'm even more excited to have you joining our family your gonna fit in just perfect here" she said as she initiated a quick hug. You hugged her back, you were walking out of the arena and back to your car as you saw something. It was quick but it caught all your attention, you saw a broad figure, backside facing you. She was walking in, she didn't see you thank god. But you surely saw her. She was more muscular than you remember, her hair was black like a raven and her skin was covered in beautiful works of art. The tattoo's she had always talked about wanting to get.

You made the journey back to your designated city for the night and you laid in your bed. You emailed your agent and let her know what happened with Stephanie. Your agent called you and then discussed the next steps. She contacted AEW management and set up a meeting with them. The meeting was happening the next night before the show.

You did your nightly routine and climbed into bed. Your thoughts were all over the place but finally you drifted off to sleep. Once you woke up you hopped in the shower. You got out and got dressed and ready to head to the arena. On your way there you were nervous to tell your management about your decision to leave. You made it to the arena and walked inside, waving at the fans that were camped out at the fence and walked up to few kids that wanted pictures. You always loved talking to the fans because you were human too. You got to the locker room and put your stuff up. You found your agent waiting outside and you two walked to Tony's office and knocked on the door, he answered "come on in" he said moving to the side as he held the door open for you and your agent. After about an hour of discussion, you and the team had devised a plan for your last night. You were gonna drop your title, the AEW TBS Championship, to your long time friend, Julia Hart. You had no problem doing this since you viewed her as a little sister, she deserved the title and you were over the moon that you'd be able to give it to her.

You asked if you could be the one to tell her since you also had to tell her that you would be leaving. You waited for her to get to the arena, "Hi gorgeous" she said in a giddy tone as she hugged you. "Oh, hi, how was your drive" you said happily returning her embrace. "Ugh, I hate being stuck in the car with those guys, y'know, it's like a testosterone overload 24/7" you laughed at her "I'm sorry you had to be stuck in there, buuuuuutttt I have some good and bad news for you" you said to her as she finished putting her things up. She gasped "Someone finally told MJF to shut the hell up!!" you laughed once more as did she "no, no, no, but someone should really do that" you said with a brief pause. "you, my friend" you said pointing at her and taking a step forward "you are going over tonight" you said waiting for her to say something. "OH MY GOD WHAT!" she said jumping up and down with excitement and jumping into your arms. "wait" she letting go of you, "who's putting over" she said confused and you pointed to your self. "WHAT! oh my god, we get to finally have a match together!" she said with more excitement.

You guys had been clamoring for a match together but it always got shut down. Tears threatened to spill as you saw how excited she was. "I can't wait for them to announce you as champion tonight Jules" you said going for another hug. "What? Your dropping your title? To me? NO! You are the greatest champion this promotion has ever seen you cant just drop it to me!" she said with a little anger and a hint of sadness as she got a feeling of what the bad news might be. "Julia you deserve it, you've worked your ass of to get here and it's time for the world to show you some respect" you said convincingly, she nodded as you continued. "Ok now the bad news" you paused glancing to her, "Tonight is my last match" you both became teary eyed, she knew that was coming as soon as you said she was gonna be champion.

"I-i-i can't believe it. Your really leaving?" She questioned you hoping that she heard you wrong. "Yes, and I'm leaving knowing that my best friend is gonna be champion and is gonna continue kicking ass" you said trying to cheer her up. It was part of the business, friends leave and move on to other things, you both knew this very well and understood. "Thank you y/n, Thank you for trusting me enough for you to drop your title to me" she said. You nodded not being able to speak since you were torn up about leaving her.

You made your final entrance with your title, putting on your mean face as you made your way down the ramp. Julia's music hit and she made her was down the ramp and to the ring. The match lasted for 10 minutes, that was 10 minutes of you trying to soak up every last bit of the crowds energy. She finally got the 3 count and rose up off the mat, grabbing the title and holding it high. The show went to a commercial break as the lights dimmed slightly you two embraced each other tightly, not knowing when you'll see each other again. The crowd noticed at the last second and let out a simultaneous "Awe" you held her and pulled away and grabbed her face and whispered to her. "I believe in you, you can do this, keep being you, do what you do best a whoop ass, ok?" you said to her as she nodded soaking up your words of encouragement. "I love you, Jules, if you ever need me, you know where to reach me" you said "Ok, I will and if you need me just call me, good luck, I love you y/n" you kissed the top of her head and pulled away and walked away, out of the ring, leaving her in there alone with her music playing loudly as she held up her title with confidence. She glanced at you making your way back stage, you felt her glance and turned around and waved her goodbye and blew her kiss with a smile at your face feeling proud of her.

You got to your locker room and got ready to leave. You said goodbye to all your friends and acquaintances, you walked out teary eyed. You got back to your hotel and laid on the bed lost in your thoughts as your phone started going off. You grabbed it and unlocked it, your comment section was going crazy with a mix of the fans emotions some sad, some happy, some started speculating what might be going on. None of them guess right though. You plugged your phone up for the night and drifted of to sleep.

You woke up to Stephanie calling you and asking you to meet her in Florida at the PC. You jumped on the first flight out and while you were on your flight you scrolled through Instagram. Swiping through stories and the biggest news on your feed was you and Julia's match last night. You went to her account and saw she posted a heart-felt message that made you tear up a bit. The message ended the way you thought it would, at the bottom it read:

"...But in the end, The house always wins."

[delilahcalicocat]

{☆~Say It, Love.~☆}

{A/N: this ain't proofread, I am tired while making this, but this is a trashy attempt at a Will Ospreay Smut, Thank you for reading the warning.}

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♡《Rating: Smut.》☆

★《Warnings: Swearing, Thigh Riding, Kissing, Unprotected Sex, Comfort.》☆

◆《Pairing: Will Ospreay x Fem!Reader》◆

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You were at Will's House for the Week, as you wanted to spend more time with your boyfriend.

Because this is was the only week he wasn't on tour for AEW, and Double or Nothing was a week away. So you figured you'd spend a little time with him before he left for Vegas.

you did your usual routine when visiting him, like giving him a small kiss to the cheek.

But this time... it got much more heated...

He full on kissed you..

Wow... that was new, maybe it was because he had to go in a week and he wanted to make up for some lost time?

His fingers tangled in your hair, watching you contort into the kiss.

His fingers ghosted over your clothed cunt, making the fabric soaked- mainly by you.

He used his free hand to pull you onto the couch, a small moan and yelp leaving your mouth.

He forced you onto his thigh, making you Thigh Ride.. and Beg for his cock

"Pl-Please.." You panted, basically begging.

It was a bit embarrassing to you, but you needed this.

"Please what, Love?" Will hummed mischievously, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

"Pl-Please... W-Will.." You mustered, Trying to keep the begging under control..

"Say it, Love.. you've got to" He smirked, watching you struggle to get out of his grasp, to wrap your arms around him.

"F-Fuck... please... Will..." You begged again, trying not to let him win.

"You gonna let me win yet or no?" He smirked, letting go of your hands

"Pl-Please... just... fuck me..." You begged finally

"Do you deserve it?" He questioned, the smirk being wide and noticeable.

"Y-Yes.. pl-please.. just.... f-fuck me.." You spoke

Will had to make it difficult, making you beg louder.

"Y-Yes... Please Will.. Fill my pathetic little cunt.." You begged audibly loud

Will Stood up and bent you over the arm of the couch, moving your panties to the side, watching you struggle and moan loudly.

He thrust up into you without warning.

"Shit!" You yelped at the feeling

"It's okay, Love." He lulled

but that was before he full on fucked you into the couch, while you Moaned and cried.

By the end of the 6th round, you were sure you couldn't walk.

But oh, no. Will continued until you actually pleaded that it was too much.

He decided to let you bathe, then you both cuddled for the rest of the night.

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Hi hi!!

I’ve recently gotten back into wrestling after being out of it for years. So, I’m in need of people to follow and even talk to! If you post about wrestling at all, please like this post!

I’m so excited to find some new people!!

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Cooking up an MJF/CM Punk fic, as well as a solo Punk fic 😏 More coming next week!!! Midterms have been busting my ass and it's almost spring break here in Jersey 🫡 California, I miss and love you.

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Claudio Castagnoli had always been comfortable in the spotlight—after all, being a professional wrestler meant the world was constantly watching, critiquing, adoring, or jeering. He was used to the crowd, used to the cameras, the backstage banter, and the thousands of fans who would chant his name. But what he wasn’t used to was this slow, creeping sense of vulnerability that had begun to accompany him in a new, private part of his life. This was different. This wasn’t the spectacle of the wrestling ring. This was something… softer.

Y/N had slipped into his life quietly, without fanfare. They’d met months ago, at a mutual friend’s gathering in Brooklyn—a laid-back barbecue under a string of twinkling lights, the scent of grilled jerk chicken mixing with the hum of old-school dancehall music. She had that effortless presence about her—the kind that felt natural, like she was always meant to be the center of whatever space she occupied. Her dark, curly hair was tied up in a loose bun, her skin glowing under the summer evening, and her smile wide enough to make the entire backyard feel like it had just turned into an after-party.

Y/N introduced herself with a teasing smile. “Call me Y/N,” she said, as if it were some kind of inside joke, her voice carrying that soft Jamaican lilt that immediately made Claudio feel like he was in the presence of someone who had seen far more of the world than he ever would.

For a while, he wasn’t sure what it was about her. She wasn’t starstruck by him, which was rare. She didn’t care about his wrestling career; at least, she didn’t care in the way everyone else did. And that made all the difference. Their conversations drifted between everything and nothing—music, food, the ridiculousness of life on the road. Y/N had a wicked sense of humor, always teasing him about the ridiculous things he’d try to cook while living in various hotel rooms. “Are you sure that’s even food, Claudio?” she'd laugh when he'd send pictures of his latest culinary attempts.

But beyond that, she didn’t ask him about his matches or his fame. She didn’t need to. And that’s what drew him in. He didn’t need to perform for her. He could just be… himself.

Their friendship was easy, and gradually, something else began to take root between them. Texts turned into late-night phone calls, calls into weekends spent together in between his shows. There were no grand declarations, no rushed admissions of affection. It was a quiet kind of connection, built on small moments and small gestures that seemed to mean everything. A slight touch on his arm when they stood too close, the shared look when they both knew something neither of them wanted to admit. But still, they kept it mostly off the radar. Y/N’s world, her brand as she called it, was her own. And she was careful—too careful—to let people in on the details of her personal life.

She had a thriving social media presence—an Instagram that was polished, curated, but always with a touch of authenticity. Y/N was a master at navigating the fine line between sharing and protecting. Her followers adored her for it. Her photos were a mix of high-fashion looks, self-empowerment captions, and daily snippets that made her feel like someone you knew—someone real. But when it came to who she was with, that was always a mystery. The occasional post would feature someone in the background, their face always blurred or out of focus, their identity never fully revealed. And yet, Claudio began to notice how often his shadow would appear in the periphery of her life. A hand on his shoulder here, a half-smile there—just enough to make their followers ask questions.

Who’s that with you?

Is that your man?

The soft launches were almost too perfect. Nothing too obvious. Nothing too public. But then again, they weren’t hiding either. Y/N was subtle. She knew how to control a narrative, how to tease her audience without ever giving them what they wanted. Her life was her own story to tell, and when she was ready to share it, she would. Or maybe she wouldn’t. It was her choice.

Claudio wasn’t immune to the whispers of her followers. He saw the comments, the speculation. People who followed her closely had started connecting the dots. Some even tagged him in her pictures—Claudio Castagnoli, is that you?—but Y/N always deflected, keeping her secrets just enough out of reach to keep everyone intrigued.

“Your fans are really trying to figure us out,” Claudio remarked one night as they were scrolling through Instagram together in his hotel room. His thumb hovered over a comment that asked directly, Is this your boyfriend, Y/N? She laughed, a soft, melodic sound that made him feel warm inside.

“It’s cute,” she said, her eyes bright with amusement. “They think they know, but they have no idea.”

Claudio just shook his head. He’d never been one for drama, not the kind that came from people online. But with Y/N, it felt different. He was intrigued by her ability to keep the world at arm’s length while letting him in. He was fascinated by her. There was something magnetic about her quiet confidence, the way she could let the world look but never truly see.

Then came that night. The night it all shifted.

It was a humid, starlit evening in SoHo, at an art gallery opening neither of them had planned on attending but had somehow found themselves at, swept up in the chaos of an impromptu “night out.” Y/N had just posted a story, a behind-the-scenes look at the gallery’s installations. Claudio had been standing a few feet behind her when she’d glanced over her shoulder, catching his eye with a soft, knowing smile.

Without missing a beat, she snapped a photo—this time, no artfully angled crops, no oblique shots. Just them. Standing close, the glow of the gallery lights casting soft shadows over their faces, fingers lightly intertwined. A candid moment, genuine, unguarded. She didn’t caption it with the usual one-liners or vague references. No, this time, she simply wrote:

“He’s my favorite.”

It was simple. Elegant. And the moment it went live, the floodgates opened. Comments began pouring in:

“FINALLY.” “Y’all been lowkey for months, huh?” “I KNEW IT!! #PowerCouple”

Claudio smiled when he saw the post, feeling that familiar warmth flood his chest. He wasn’t surprised by the reaction—Y/N had known exactly what she was doing. But for the first time, the world could no longer ignore what was right in front of them.

Y/N wasn’t one to make grand gestures. She didn’t need to. She never played by anyone else’s rules. It was always on her terms. And Claudio respected that.

They didn’t need a press release or a public speech to define what they were. They didn’t need anyone’s validation. What they had was theirs, slowly unfolding in soft glimpses, never fully explained but always understood between them.

And maybe that was the most beautiful part. Sometimes, the story didn’t need a perfect ending. It just needed to keep going.

[sydsaint]

A little angsty! Max at 3am for y'all.

Summary: The reader finds herself enamored with Max after hanging out with him and Adam Cole. While hanging out one night, Max reveals a part of himself he rarely lets people see to the reader.

You are sat at a table in one of Adam's favorite restaurants for lunch with your brother. Adam is blabbering on about some new game that he just bought, meanwhile, you're busy texting someone on your phone.

"It's got multiplayer, so you should totally get it so we can play on stream together." Adam continues with his heartfelt speech when he finally notices that you're not paying attention to a word he's saying. "Y/N? Hey, Y/N!"

Adam reaches across the table and pulls your phone out of your hands. Your phone falls to the table with a thud and you glare at your brother.

"What the hell, Adam?" You growl and pick your phone back up.

"Have you even heard a word I've said in the last ten minutes?" Adam replies grumpily. "Who are you texting anyway?" He asks you.

You pick your phone back up and finish the text that you were in the middle of typing out. "I'm talking to Max. Why?" You answer Adam's question.

"Max?" Why in the hell are you texting, Max?" Adam sneers.

"Umm, you're his new tag partner. Why aren't you texting him?" You retort. "Besides, Max and I are kind of becoming friends." You add with a casual shrug.

Adam laughs and reaches across the table for your phone again. You move your hand back and out of his reach and glare at him again. "Come on, Y/N. You're gonna have to give me more than, 'Me and Max are becoming friends.' ." He informs you. "Two months ago you couldn't stand the guy."

"So?" You reply sharply and finally set your phone down. "You didn't like him either, Adam." You remind him.

"Yeah, but I've been forced to do group stuff with him for weeks now. I thought all you guys did was get drinks like once. Now you're head over heels for the guy?"

You roll your eyes at Adam's dramatics. "Am not!" You insist with crossed arms. "Yeah, we had drinks. And we talked while we had our drinks, okay? We just connected I guess. Max. He's not like everyone makes him out to be, alright?"

"Like what? An egomaniac and a narcissist?" Adam snickers.

"He's not a narcissist" You protest. "And you're one to talk about egos, mister Panama City Playboy." You tease Adam with his old nickname.

Adam cringes at the mention of his old mantra and shakes his head. "That was a long time ago. I've changed since then." He reminds you.

"And what? Max is incapable of change?" You continue to come to Friedman's defense.

"Okay, okay." Adam puts his hands up in surrender. "I give up. Just don't go proposing to the guy, N/N." He jokes.

You roll your eyes and pick your phone back up. "Screw off, Adam." You sneer at him. "I was going to split the bill for lunch. But since you want to be rude; you can pay for it."

"Hold on!" Adam protests.

"Too late." You flash a grin and slide the bill toward your brother.

Adam begrudgingly takes the bill and pays for lunch. The two of you part ways for the day since you'll be seeing each other for work tomorrow anyway.

You head home and relax for the night. You are busy playing a game on your computer and thinking about maybe seeing if Adam will let you be on his stream when someone rings your doorbell.

You head to check who's at the door and find Max on your porch. "Oh, hey, Max." You greet him with a smile. "What's up?" You lean against the door.

"Hey. I was in the neighborhood and figured that I'd drop by. You don't mind, do you?" Max explains.

"Not at all." You reply. "Come in." You turn and walk away from the front door.

Max nods and follows you inside, shutting the front door behind him. "Thanks. So, what's up?" He asks as he follows you through the house.

"Not much." You shrug. "I was just playing a game in my office to pass the time. I think Adam is streaming right now, so I was going to maybe hop on and join him."

"You stream too?" Max asks you curiously.

You nod and reach your kitchen where you pull a drink from the fridge. "Mhm. Want one?" You offer Max a drink, which he takes. "I don't have a huge following like Adam does. And I don't do it nearly as often. But it's a hobby."

"Cool. I'm not interrupting, am I?" Max nods.

"Not at all." You insist. "In fact, do you want to be on stream with me? We can hop on and bug Adam. Or we could just hang and do our own thing." You suggest.

You lean against the kitchen counter and wait for Max to give you an answer. "I've never really done anything like this before," Max admits. "I don't want to mess up your stuff."

"Nonsense." You laugh. "It's super easy. And I think that I have a great idea for a stream. All you have to do is look pretty on camera and answer questions." You explain.

"That's all?" Max replies. "How is that?"

You push off the counter and gesture for Max to follow you into your office. At the same time, you send out a quick tweet that you're doing a live Q&A on Twitch.

"Every once in a while I'll play an easy game that doesn't require much attention. Like Pokemon or something. And while I'm playing I let people ask questions on stream with a 1$ donation." You explain as you grab an extra office chair from the corner of the room.

"You make money doing this?" Max sits down in the chair you offer him.

You sit down in your chair and begin setting your camera and other stuff up. "Yes, but also no. People send me money to ask questions. But all of the money I make on stream I double and donate to a random charity." You explain further. "So I'm making money, yeah. But I don't ever end up keeping any of it."

"Wow," Max replies. "That's really cool of you, Y/N." He admits.

"Yeah? Thanks, Max." You grin.

You and Max have a productive stream where you both answer questions for a few hours. You let Max pick the charity getting your money at the end of the stream before you end it.

"Well, that was fun." You turn to Max after your monitor is shut off.

"Yeah, I had fun." Max agrees. "Thanks for letting me hang out with you." He adds.

You nod and pick up your drink from beside you. "Yeah, of course. Anyway, time for some questions of my own." You joke. "How are you feeling about the match with FTR tomorrow?"

Max freezes up a bit at your question and you notice him fidget with his hands for a brief second. "No worries here." He chuckles.

"Really?" You raise a brow at Max. "Are you sure? Because Adam admitted earlier that he's been a little nervous about it all week." You admit.

"Really?" Max replies. "It's because of me, isn't it?" He asks you.

You furrow your brows at Max and shrug. "I don't think so. Adam normally always gets a little nervous before big matches. Being nervous before a big match is a normal thing, Max." You assure him. "Plus if you do end up losing. It's not like it's a big deal right? You're still the world champ."

"Right." Max nods, his eyes cast toward the floor as he mumbles something to himself.

"Max." You clear your throat. "Is there something wrong?" You ask him genuinely.

Max remains silent for a moment, unsure if he should spill his guts like this. Truthfully, he's been having the time of his life hanging out with Adam. Cole seems like a genuine friend now. Something that Max hasn't had in a long time. And then there's you. Ever since that heart-to-heart at the bar Max has felt this unnerving connection to you. Like you're the one person in the world that truly understands him.

"Yeah, I'm nervous about tomorrow, alright?" Max finally admits his doubts and fears. "I'm afraid that if we lose then this will all be over with. Adam won't want to be my friend anymore. Then I won't have an excuse to see you. And I'll go back to being alone. Like I always am."

Your mouth hangs slightly ajar for a moment upon hearing Max's confession. And you find yourself unable to stop a laugh from escaping your mouth. "What?" You laugh.

"Oh, so it's funny is it?!" Max snaps at you. "Yeah go ahead! Ridicule me like everyone else does. Old pathetic loser Maxwell can't keep a friend to save his life!"

You compose yourself with a deep breath and wait for Max to calm himself down. "I'm sorry I laughed." You apologize for your outburst. "I know that keeping friends isn't easy in this business, Max. But I just want you to know that, win or lose tomorrow? I'm still going to be there for you." You assure him. "And so will Adam."

"You will?" Max replies, quieter this time.

"I promise." You move your chair closer to Max's. "Adam is already teasing me that I'm in love with you." You recall your lunch with your brother earlier in the day. "And he only jokes about guys I'm talking to when he likes them. So I think that it's safe to say that we're both here to stay."

A small smile cracks on Max's lips and he matches your gaze. "You're in love with me already?" He jokes.

"I might be a tad overly fond of you, yes." You giggle.

[skyesblue]

Hi! Is it possible to request (if they are open) an Alex Shelley x Male Reader fic? Something along the lines of him training the reader. Thanks a lot

Alex Shelley: My teacher’s Prodigy

Summary: Y/N got past the performance center so Triple H randomly selected Alex Shelley to train Y/N, little did he know that would turn into something else and something more.

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-ˋˏ [Word Count] ˎˊ : 2k

-ˋˏ [Genre] ˎˊ : fluff

-ˋˏ [TW] ˎˊ : fluff, any mistakes I might have, bxb, some cuss words mentioned, and this will probably be updated in the future

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You stood in the performance center with other people of the 'est. 2025' class and Triple H stood in front of all of you, he was telling everyone who their trainer was going to be based on the skills we had. You was the last one left, Triple H picked someone specific for you; Triple H looked at you, "I have someone specific for you" he said as he stepped to the side and Alex Shelley was in view.

"Alex Shelley, Y/n" Triple H introduced you guys, you guys shook each other's hand

'The Alex Shelley is going to be training me? Damn he's even finer in person' you thought to yourself. Triple H snapped you out of your thoughts as he began to speak, "I picked Alex Shelley because I see a little of him inside of you, now I will let the two of you start your training"

Triple H sees a little bit of Alex in me? That's one of the biggest compliments I could ever receive. When Triple H left the room Alex looked over at you;

"Are you ready to start?"

"It's an honor to be trained by you but yes I am ready"

"I am very flattered you think that" Alex smiled as he got into one of the rings that was there

You joined him in the ring as he started to give you pointers; Chris Sabin joined him in the ring so they can properly show you how to do each move correctly before you try yourself. When Alex got done with the list of moves he had planned out to teach you Chris left you guys alone;

"First I am gonna show you how to do a proper lock up"

You nod

"So put your hand up"

You did

He put his hands up and interlocked your fingers with his pushing you to the ropes, you didn't even try to fight it; you was just too nervous. Alex let go of your hands and looked at you;

"Are you alright? Do you need a minute?"

He could tell that you were nervous so he wanted to give you a few minutes to get relaxed, well offered it in case you needed it.

"No, I'm okay" you reassured him

"You sure? Because we can wait until you are relaxed"

You nodded to let him know that you are okay and ready to go

You guys interlocked fingers and before you knew it his arms was around your waist in a hold. You didn't know what to do so you panicked and you dropped down to the mat to toss him over you. He laid on the mat as you got up;

"Or you can do that" he says as he looks up at you

"Sorry" you say helping him up

"No that's good" he says dusting himself off

"That's one way to escape" he joked

You chuckled to hide your nervousness

"Now we're going to try doing another lock up now"

Alex went behind you to do a grapple but he accidentally got a little too close, you could feel his legs and something else you shouldn't be feeling.You once again panic and you trip over your feet making you and Alex stumble back but you land on top of him, you and him both fell back against the ropes then down onto the mat with you still on top of him;

"Are you okay?" you asked him as you got up then held your hand out to help him up

"Yeah" he accepts your hand as you pull him up

"You really know what to do when the nerves take over" he joked to lighten the mood

"I didn't mean to do that but I guess it works" you joked back

You guys trained for hours that day before you went your separate ways; he went to the hotel while you got your stuff before you left. You put your bag over your shoulder then headed to your car, you called Punk while you drove to the hotel with your phone on speaker;

"Punk, I got some shit to tell you"

"I'm listening"

"So I finally started to train at the performance center and Alex Shelley is training me and my god that man is more fine in person"

He chuckled as he continued to listen to you talk

"And when he was showing me a proper lock up he went a little to close to me and I felt something I shouldn't have"

"Like what?" Punk teased

"For fucks sake Phil I felt his dick" you joked

He knew what you meant, he just wanted to hear you say it

You talked to Punk until you got settled in your hotel room and was ready to take a shower. After the shower you laid down thinking about what happened at the performance center; him being very close to you and his lower body being against you drove you crazy, is it bad to say you want to see him again already? The next morning you woke up to your phone buzzing three times so you sit up and check your phone to see texts from Alex Shelley;

[Chris and I are going to train today if you would like to join, it'll be a light session since you and I did a lot last night]

[It would be nice to have you train with us]

[This is Alex by the way I got your number from Triple H. Hope to see you here]

He got my number from Triple H? Like he physically asked for it?? I can't even believe he would even want my number, did he feel something too last night? I get up out of bed as I respond to Alex;

[I would love to join you guys, I'll be there 10 mins top]

Alex responded kind of too quick like he was waiting with the chat open;

[Sounds good]

Well damn that was quick, you got ready for the day and dressed in the outfit you train in so you don't have to change when you get there. Or maybe that's just an excuse so you can get to Alex faster. You drive to where Alex and Chris were training, when you walked in Alex's face kind of lit up when he saw you but you brushed it off not thinking too much of it;

"Hey Y/n" Alex greeted you with a hug

"Hey" you greeted back as you hug him

"Can you give us a second?" Alex asks Chris

Chris walked away to the ring leaving you and Alex alone

Alex looked over at you as he began to speak, "I wanted to apologize for last night"

"Last night? For what?" you asked confused

"Yeah, when we practiced locking up I accidentally got too close to you"

"Oh yeah, that"

"Yeah, I just wanted to apologize because I didn't want or want to make you uncomfortable since we're gonna be together for awhile"

"To train" he adds on

"It's all good I'm completely comfortable but thanks for still telling me thought"

"Alright lets get to training" he claps bringing his hands together

You nod to agree and you start to walk to the ring but you stop when you hear him talking to you again;

"Oh and Y/n before we start I wanted to ask you something"

"Hm?" you hum as you turn to Alex so he has your full attention

"After today's session would you like to hang out? Just us"

Is he trying to ask me out?

"As a date?" you ask

"Maybe" Alex says shyly

Him being shy? That has to be a yes, Alex is asking me out on a date??

"I would love to" you say as you both smile and head to the ring that Chris is in

You thought you was a mess? Alex is calm on the outside but internally he was a wreck, to be honest his eyes were locked on you since he first saw you at the performance center; so he had to make a move quickly like he just did.

The three of you trained for a while until Alex had to use the bathroom so you guys just decided to take a break anyway, Alex went to the bathroom so it was just you and Chris;

"Do you have a crush on Alex?" he asked getting straight to the point

"How did you even-"

"I can see it when you guys wrestle, the chemistry is way beyond and more than just wrestling"

You didn't respond, your face turning red was a good enough reply

"Don't worry he feels the same" Chris says as he patted your leg to comfort you

The three of you trained loosing track of time so when you checked your phone it read '8:00pm' which made you guys end the training session there, Chris left alone but you left with Alex since you are on a 'date'.

For the date you and Alex went to his hotel room to build a lego set he bought before arriving in the state, You and Alex sat on the bed as he put a few lego set boxes in front of you both, he had a few that would last the whole date or maybe leave some left over for when you guys hang out again; it honestly was a cute idea. He had sets that would take you a while to build, even though it was a lot he just wanted to spend time with you in general

He started to ask questions to get to know you while you guys built legos;

"How do you see yourself?" he asked as he picked up anther bag from the set he chose to build

"Hopefully as a good person" you chuckle as you add on; "but honestly I hope people see me like that even though I have a lot to work on" you smile

he nodded

"How do you spend your free time?"

"On an off day I will mostly work out or do a few hobbies or interests I have" you say as you continue to build the set you chose

"What are you most proud of?" he asked looking up at you

"Honestly I am proud of a lot of things I have done professionally and personally but the one I am most proud of is getting to the performance center"

Alex smiled

"Where do you want to get in your career and what are your goals?" he asked interested

"I mean everyone would say becoming a champion and they're not wrong but honestly for me I say just getting on TV and to the main roster eventually, getting a champion is a goal but I at least want to prove I deserve it"

"Smart" Alex smiled

Now you took turns asking each other questions to get to know each other forgetting that you guys had legos to build, you could care less about the legos because what you really cared about was getting to know Alex beyond hid TV character. When the date was over you helped Alex clean up the remaining legos;

"We didn't even finish building the legos" you chuckled

"We can save them for another time"

"Are you asking me out on another date?" You teased Alex

"I am" he smiled

"Then good, I'll see you then" you smile

You walked to your hotel room blushing hard as you walked to your door, you already couldn't wait for your next date with Alex.

The following Friday on Smackdown you are going to be on TV because Triple H wanted you to do something with MCMG, at around 9:30 that night you were standing with MCMG ad D.I.Y and Carmelo Hayes came up to you three and the conversation got heated so there was a 6 man tag match being made for next week. You already only been here for almost two hours and you already have a match on the main roster; Triple H already sees potential in you.

[99hook]

I’m in the mood of protective hook 😭like he is so hot when he is mad😭

So true. I wrote a little something for you. I hope you like it!

Part Two

Synopsis: you’re exes but he still makes it a point to look out for you

Warnings: cursing, heavy angst, alcohol use, jealous!hook, violence, like one sexual comment, depictions of blood (not explicit)

Girl’s night was unfortunately cut short due to an excessive amount of tequila shots and people getting a little too close for comfort. This has been happening a lot lately. Since you and Tyler broke up, more specifically.

Skye and Willow did their best to get you out of the bar and back to the hotel but you refused. There was a guy two barstools down making eyes at you all night and the alcohol surging through your veins was doing a decent job at making him look at least a little bit attractive, but your girls knew better than to let you throw yourself at a stranger, especially when it’s an attempt to heal your broken heart.

Skye excused herself to the bathroom but it was only to make a phone call. It was a last resort but at this point she couldn’t figure out what else she and Willow could do. You were too intoxicated to comprehend anything except for how to call out another shot to the bartender and they knew it was time to get you home, and the only person who could probably get you out of that bar was the reason why you were in it in the first place.

You were feeling good. You didn’t know how many shots you’d downed or what song was playing but you were somehow managing to sing along anyway. Willow was right next to you sipping on her drink, and Skye was coming back from the bathroom when you held your hand up and asked the bartender for another shot.

“Can I have one more shot? Please Mr. Bartender man?” You slurred, smiling from ear to ear. Willow chuckled next to you, and it was then that you heard a deep voice from down the counter.

“Put it on my tab.” The handsome stranger said, sending you a wink. Willow and skye had looks of disgust written on their face but you ignored it and slid out of your barstool, stumbling on your feet. Skye grabbed your arm but you yanked out of her grasp and shot her a look.

“Y/N, don’t talk to that guy. He’s been weird all night long. Seriously.” She whispered, eyes trained on the stranger a few stools down who was shamelessly eyeing you like a piece of meat.

“Skye, you’re literally so annoying, I’m fine!” You were louder than you meant to be but she didn’t take it personal. It was obvious that you didn’t realize how intoxicated you were and if you did, then you wouldn’t be trying to talk to the creepiest dude in the bar and Willow and skye knew that.

“How about we go to the bathroom first? You haven’t peed in an hour. C’mon.” Willow grabs your wrist and leads you across the bar. You didn’t object, too busy trying not to fall flat on your face as you stumbled across the floor.

Skye stayed behind, eyeing the entrance doors.

You glanced in the mirror at your reflection and couldn’t help but laugh at yourself. Mascara was smeared underneath your eyes as if you’d been crying all night and your hair was sprawled every which way, tangling a little.

“What’s so funny?” Willow asked as she ran her fingers through the small knotted ends. You let your hands run underneath the cold water and wiped underneath your eyes, but only smeared the mascara even more.

“I’m not as cute as I thought.” You hiccuped. “I used to be so cute. What happened?”

“You’re gorgeous. What are you talking about? Look at you.” Willow places her hands on your shoulders and squares you with your reflection, but all you saw was a sad, broken girl staring back at you.

“I hate Tyler.” You blurted. This happened a lot when you got drunk. No matter what, you always ended up talking about him. You could try with all your might but it was inevitable.

“I don’t think you hate him.” Willow reasoned. “You’re hurt right now, but you don’t hate him.”

“He hates me.” You looked down at your chipped fingernail polish and heard Willow stifle a laugh next to you.

It was funny to her, simply because you and Tyler both had these strange feelings. The break up was bad but the aftermath has been horrible for you both and everyone around you. He can’t stop dwelling and neither can you and whoever the two of you get drunk with has to sit and listen to how much you both claim to hate one another when everyone knows it’s the exact opposite.

“He does not hate you, Y/N. That man still loves you to death.”

You felt your cheeks burn beneath your skin but you chalked it up to the alcohol. After a moment you and willow left the bathroom and headed back to the counter where Skye was sitting.

“I ordered you a water.” Skye tells you as you take a seat. “But you still have this shot you haven’t took yet. I think it should be your last one.”

Your eyes rolled as soon as she said that. For some reason, anytime you went out with her, Skye always felt the need to act like she was your mom. She always cut you off after you’ve had enough, in her opinion, as if you’re not a grown ass woman who can make her own decisions.

“I’ll stop when I’m ready to stop.” You glared at her before you quickly downed the shot on the counter and slammed the glass down. “Mr. Bartender, one more please.”

“No, she doesn’t need it.” Skye cuts in.

“Who the fuck are you to tell me I don’t need it?!” Your voice was louder than the music playing through the speakers, earning eyes of everyone around.

“Y/N, you’re so drunk right now you can’t even look me straight in the eyes.” Skye whispered, in an attempt to lower your own voice. “We seriously need to call it a night before you black out on the floor.”

“I’m fine!” You slurred. “And where the fuck is my drink!”

“Please don’t bring her anything else except water.” Skye called over to the bartender. “You’re cut off.”

“Fuck you!” You spat, quite literally.

Suddenly the stranger from earlier was standing next to you and Skye, holding a shot glass out. “Let the pretty girl drink.” He grinned at Skye.

“She’s clearly drunk off her fucking ass right now you sick motherfucker!” Skye snatched the shot glass from the man and slammed it down on the counter.

“You clearly dont know how to have a good time.” The man stepped closer to you, suddenly throwing his arm around your shoulders and offering his drink instead.

“I do.” You heard an extra voice. One that you recognized immediately. One that made your knees suddenly feel so weak and your heart abruptly begin to pound in your chest.

You snapped your head to the left and saw Tyler standing there, fists clenched and glaring at the stranger with his arm around you.

“Yeah?” He chuckled, removing his arm so he could turn and face Tyler. “Who the hell are you?”

You looked at Skye and Willow. They immediately got you off the barstool and down a couple seats in case things got violent. You couldn’t take your eyes off tyler, unsure if you were imagining things or if he was really standing there.

“Doesn’t matter who. You’re not taking her home so you might as well leave her alone.” Tyler took a small step foward and the stranger took one too.

“I’ll take home whoever the fuck I want to.”

“Oh no.” Skye whispered.

“This is about to get ugly.” Willow added as she wrapped her arm around your shoulders and guided you back a little more.

“Not that one.” Tyler nodded his head in your direction.

“Yo, who the fuck even are you bro? Her boyfriend? She was looking pretty fucking hard at me all night. Didn’t see you around nowhere.”

“Don’t worry ‘bout it dude, just know you ain’t taking her out this bar. The best thing you can do right now is go sit your punk ass down and forget she even exists.” Tyler poked the guy’s chest with his finger and you felt your stomach twisting into knots.

“Doesn’t seem like that’s what she wants.” A cocky smirk plays on his face and he turns his head in your direction. “The way you were looking at me earlier, licking your pretty little lips.-“ the man called out to you, making you feel bile arise in your throat, especially when he faced Tyler again. “Didn’t seem like she was thinking about nothing but my cock shoved down her-“

“Oh shit!” Skye shouts when the man hits the floor. Tyler jumped on top of him, his fists flying, clashing with his jaw, his eye sockets, his forehead, anything visible. He was seeing red, the only sounds he was focusing on was that of the man’s teeth cracking against Tyler’s knuckles.

“Tyler! Fuck!” You shouted, suddenly somehow almost completely sobered up and sick to your stomach. You wanted to intervene but there was no use in that. Willow and Skye pulled you back when you tried to step in.

It was the bartender and two other men almost twice Tyler’s size who were able to detach him from the man’s limp body. His arms were restrained but he was trying to break the hold. He had a thirst for blood and you’d never seen that in him before.

Tyler spat on the man’s face, his saliva intermingled with the blood slipping down his chin from the numerous broken teeth that lied in fragments on the floor.

Tyler was practically thrown out and the only reason he wasn’t tossed into the back of a cop car was because the bartender actually liked the way he defended you. And he also thought Willow was really pretty but that was beside the point.

When you approached Tyler he looked completely infuriated. There were traces of blood on his fists and sweat beads slipping down his temple. He was attempting to catch his breath as he paced the sidewalk.

“Tyler-“ you reached out to touch his arm but he snatched away.

“Don’t!” He nearly growled. “Just let me take you back to the hotel and don’t say a fucking word to me.”

“What?” Your voice was ten times smaller and weaker than his. “But I-“

“What?! What could you possibly say right now, Y/N?! You’re so fucking drunk you can’t even stand up straight. Come on, we’re leaving.”

He started walking down the sidewalk but he stopped in his tracks when he realized you weren’t alongside him. He held his hands out to his sides. “Y/N, come on. We’re going back to the hotel. You’re done.”

“I’ll just go with Skye and Willow.” You muttered, feeling as though you could break down and burst into tears right then and there.

“Skye and Willow don’t want to fucking deal with you right now. Why do you think I’m here?!” He spat, taking large strides until he was only mere inches from you. His chest was heaving and nostrils flaring, eyes dark as the night.

“Tyler I’m-“

“I don’t want to hear it.” He holds up his hand. “It’s four in the morning. It’s time to go to bed. If you want to explain or what the hell ever you can do it tomorrow, sober.”

He grabbed your wrist but you didn’t budge. The frustration was soaring high within him and you could see it.

“Y/N,-“ he sighed in an attempt to compose himself.

“I’ll go by myself. You’re being such a dick right now Tyler, I don’t wanna go anywhere with you!” You snatched your hand away and his eyes narrowed.

“A dick?! I’m being a dick?! Y/N, are you fucking serious?! I just laid a mother fucker out for trying to take advantage of you!”

You were silenced by that, lips pulling in beneath your teeth. Tyler’s eyes were filled with rage but they softened slightly after a few seconds of tense silence. He sighed again and ran his hand through his hair, holding the roots for a second before he ran that same hand down his face.

“Alright” he muttered, his voice lowered. “Look, if we stand out here yelling like this we’re going to get arrested. Let’s just go back to the hotel, get you in bed and we’ll talk tomorrow. If you feel like we need to.”

You felt his hand grab yours again, but gentler this time. You accepted it and let him lead you down the dimly lit sidewalk. You didn’t know that Willow and Skye were already on their way back to the hotel themselves. Tyler told Skye on the phone that he would take you back and a few other things that he probably wouldn’t want repeated until he tells you himself.

Once you got to your room, you plopped down on the bed and stared down at your shoes. Tyler turned the lamp on and went ahead and fixed you a glass of water. He also brought the trash can over and set it next to the bed, in case you were going to get sick and couldn’t make it to the bathroom in time.

The room was eerily quiet and you hated it. The weird tension and the awkward energy. Tyler tried to avoid it but it was weighing on him too.

You watched as he set the glass of water on the nightstand. “Thank you.” You whispered, glancing up at his face. His hood covered most of it, along with his long hair but you watched him nod once. “Thank you for what you did tonight. I don’t know why you did it, but thank you.”

There was another moment of silence but Tyler broke it when he simply said, “Don’t thank me.”

You kept your eyes on him as he headed towards the door, but just before he left you heard him say, “I told you a long time ago that I’d never let anything happen to you. Remember that?”

He glanced over his shoulder, you nodding slowly.

“I meant it.”

[alexablissmark]

hook headcanons

romantic/platonic hook hc’s. reader gender neutral. requests open <3

* sexual acts warning! * 

bags upon bags upon bags of chips stuffed into your kitchen cabinet.

^ you don’t even like chips that much. they’re for him. 

he isn’t a friend who talks, he’s a friend who listens. whether it’s about silly memes or your worst life experiences. he’s always there to listen. 

secretly a big cuddle-bug. 😳

^ his fav position is laying on your chest. your skin is soft and it also gives you free range to play with his hair. 

likes to watch anime with you. he recently let you pick a new series to start. you guys finished madoka magica in one sitting, and you swear he was about to cry!

doesn’t trust people with J names. (unless it’s you) 

his music taste clashes with yours, but he added some of your favorite songs to his playlist because they remind him of you. 

bought you a bracelet that matches his chain when he got it. 

he likes to tie you up in bed. 

makes a point to leave big and noticeable hickeys. 

hope u enjoyed ! <3

[riptides-n-roses]

pet - jon moxley (18+)

⛧ pair: jon moxley x reader

⛧ tags: @93pallom (tagging my irl friend because i promised them i would write one of mox) @cyberdejos2

⛧ warnings: dom! jon, jon with a daddy kink, oral (m! receiving), masturbating, unprotected p in v, cre@mp!e, degrading, spankings, love marks, y/n wearing a collar, petnames (kitten,daddy), aftercare

⛧ i bet $5 he is rough as fuck when it comes to sex but is a total sweetheart during aftercare; i don't watch aew as much but i definitely need to; also he's the reason i have an older men kink - I love writing about c0wg!rl position. It's too hot

⛧ no plot - just literally straight up p0rn (i wanted to try something new)

⛧ word count: 1.4K

“Come here, kitten.” You felt the roughness of Jon’s voice as he motioned you to come to him, as you crawled on all fours to him. His lustful stare made your pussy throb as he pat his leg, making you take your seat on his lap. Jon groped your ass cheeks, feeling himself get hard.

“Daddy had a rough day today. Do you know what that means?”

You gasped as he left a harsh slap on your ass. Jon loved when you fall submissive to his touch. His calloused fingers tracing the lining of your pink panties.

“Y-Yes…” You began to speak, feeling his hand make their way to your throbbing wet clit.

“Yes, what. Use your words, slut.” His words were full of hunger as he slid his fingers up and down on your clit, making you whine for more.

“Yes…D-Daddy.”

“That’s my good little kitten.”

Jon held you tightly as his mouth pressed onto yours, both of your tongues fighting for dominance. His other hand still playing with your clit. You loved when Jon played with you. He made sure you always gotten to cum before he did. He always played nice with you even while he humiliated you with his degrading, leaving marks on your body so everyone knew you were his and only his to play with. No one else could touch you like he could. No one could fuck you the way he does.

You felt your legs shake as his fingers went faster on your clit, your muffled moans while his tongue was swirling with yours was enough to drive you crazy. Jon finally pulled away, a trail of spit leaving his lips, His fingers stop playing with your clit.

“Take them off, kitten” Without hesitation, you removed your pink laced bra, revealing your breasts. You got off his lap, to take off your matching panties, the cold air making your nipples harden and your clit throb. Jon smirked, admiring your naked body.

“Good kitten. Now, give daddy some lovin’ ”

You knew what he meant by that and took off his pants along with his boxers, revealing his throbbing cock. You loved how thick it was, how it always filled you up. You got on your knees and you gently kissed the tip - making Jon patiently waiting for you to make another move.

After a few kisses, you slid a few inches of his cock in your mouth, bopping your head up and down slowly, your eyes never leaving his ocean blues. He laid his head back, eyes rolling up and grabbed some of your hair.

"Fuck, kitten" He growled, pushing your head down his shaft. You gagged feeling his tip touch your throat, his whole length now in your mouth. You gagged from how rough his thrusts were, his tip always hitting your throat. Small tears formed in your eyes as you were still trying to get used to his massive size - your pussy throbbed from his grunts.

"Look at you. Taking every inch of my cock. You're a dirty little slut, aren't you?" He cooed, his other hand roughly cupping your face seeing your ruined face. "Play with yourself, kitten." He ordered - you didn't want to disobey him and he watched as you took your hand to your clit, chuckling as you winced from the sensation.

"Good girl. You're such a good little girl"

His grip tightened on your hair, as you gagged and moaned from his thrusts, your hand rubbing faster on your clit, your fingers touching your pearl. Jon never broke eye contact as he watched you make a mess all over his cock.

"You're gonna cum, baby? You want daddy to make you cum? Hmm?"

His words made you whimper as you were getting close, feeling your stomach tighten - You were trying to nod while sucking him off.

"C'mon, baby. Cum for daddy. Be a good little slut for me" He ordered, his grip on your face getting tighter.

You let out a high pitched moan as you hit your orgasm, he followed with a loud groan, his warm cum going down your throat.

"Swallow every drop."

You made sure to swallow his cum - he gently ripped his cock out of your mouth. You panted as you looked up at him - your face warm from his grip and your tongue being out.

"Good girl. You know what's next don't you?"

"Y-yes daddy..."

Jon smirked and stood up, going to a drawer. He opened it and picked up a pink leather collar with a matching leash. He admired it for a second before walking back to where you were.

"Stand up, baby"

You got up and willingly lifted your head up as he put the collar on your neck and locked it in place, attaching the leash onto it. He cupped your face, admiring how you looked. He burrowed his face in the crook of your neck, sucking on a piece of your skin really hard, leaving a mark. You moaned feeling his teeth bite into your flesh - you loved when he marked you.

"You look so beautiful, kitten. But you know I'm not done with you yet."

You were waiting for his next move as he grabbed the handle of the leash, making you follow him to the bed.

Jon sat down on the edge, pulling you on top of him again, aligning his cock against your clit. You gasped feeling him grind against you - his free hand gripped against your side. You whined feeling his tip slowly push into you - your whines getting louder as he pushed his whole length into you.

"Daddy..." you whimpered, your legs feeling like jello.

"I know kitten." He groaned as he tightened his grip on your side. "You're doing so good baby."

You started to bounce on his cock, your arms around him and your foreheads touching. He loved the sight of you melting from riding him - he loved watching your eyes roll back. God, he loved when you did that.

"Good girl...fuck baby I can never get enough of you." He growled, shoving his face into your chest, kissing and biting on your breast. You moaned feeling his teeth all over your chest - he made sure to leave visible marks all over you, reminding everyone that you were his. His kitten. His pet.

"Mine" He chuckled, releasing his grip and wrapping his arm around you, thrusting roughly into you.

"Oh my God~" you whimpered "Please...keep going...right there!"

"You like that, kitten? Hm? Want daddy to make a mess out of you? Answer me, slut"

You cried, digging your nails into him.

"Answer me."

"Yes daddy! Make a mess out of me...make me your slut."

"Yes baby...you're my slut. No one else can have you. You're all mine."

His thrusts gotten faster, leaving you a moaning mess - your stomach began to tighten. You winced in pain everytime he left a harsh slap across your ass.

"More?" He cooed.

He laid back, letting go of his grip on the leash and wrapped his arms around your body, thrusting disgustingly fast and rough. You screamed into his neck, biting him hard.

"I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum daddy. Please let me. Please" you begged, your stomach getting tighter.

"Cum for daddy, baby. Cum like the slut you are"

His approval made you scream as you came all over his cock, you felt your legs shake as he kept thrusting roughly into you.

"Fuck baby. You're such a good little slut..." he groaned, he was feeling himself get close.

"Oh fuck! Fuck...daddy...you feel so good daddy" you were sobbing from being overstimulated, feeling his tip hitting your spot as you started shaking.

"Fuck you're so cute, baby...I'm gonna cum in your pretty cunt. Are you ready?"

You nodded to his words - bouncing on his cock, fucking him back.

"Fuck...baby. I'm about to cum."

He groaned loud as he burst his seed into you, his cum leaking out of your pussy. You moaned as he held you tightly riding out his orgasm.

You stayed in his arms, holding him close to you.

"Come here baby"

You pressed your lips against his, leaving steamy kisses all over. You loved how gentle he was with you. He always took good care of you after having some rough sex. You felt his cock still throb in you he played with your hair.

"You did so good. Daddy's so proud of you." Jon praised, his hand stroking parts of your body. "Do you want to play some more later?"

"Yes daddy" you giggled. He smiled to your word and kissed you again.

"Let's get you fixed up before that. I'll treat you to some dinner and ice cream. I know you would like that." He offered.

"Of course, daddy! I would love that."

"Good." He chuckled leaving another kiss on your cheek.

"My kitten."

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Mine

Jay White X Fem Reader requested by: @switchbabeeexo

Jay White Masterlist Main Masterlist (word count 1,200)

Summary: Ever since Jay joined the AEW roster he has gained the attention of the female talent. The girls backstage are drawn to his foreign accent and mysterious personality. It doesn’t matter how many times Jay tells you he’s not interested in those girls you still find yourself growing insecure. What happens when the voices get too loud and you need that extra reassurance? 

I was well aware of all the new attention Jay would get once he joined AEW so why was I so shocked when the women backstage threw themselves at him? This wasn’t something new, in fact, it happened all the time in Japan. The difference was the girls here were different, they were special, they were gorgeous. I watched every week as different women tried to flirt with Jay, they were practically foaming at the mouth. “Oh my gawddd, your accent is so hotttt” many of them would say as they leaned on his shoulder. You could tell that Jay coudn’t give a fuck about these girls, he never fed into their fantasies. Instead, he would brush every comment off like it was nothing. He knew I hated it, he found it amusing how much I cared about the comments when he didn’t.

I sat at catering staring daggers at Jay and Harley Cameron, she was attempting to flirt with him. Her hand was on his chest as her breasts fell out of her top. Jay on the other hand was completely ignoring her. Just then Jay and I made eye contact. He could see the anger in my eyes and was quick to excuse himself from Harley. “You know I wasn’t even paying attention to her right?” he told me. “I don’t even like any of these women” He knew I was mad and wound’t forgive him that easily. “Y/n I’m sorry, you know I love you” “Why is it that I can’t even talk to Will Ospeary without you wanting to kill someone when you get to flirt with the female talent” I asked him. “That’s different-” “No it’s not!” “Will is in love with you, he wants to fuck you” “Don’t you think those girls want that too. Look at Harley over there, she was just eye fucking you” “Come on Y/n, you’re being ridiculous” “No, I’m done” I yelled before walking out of the building. “Don’t worry JayJay, you can sleep in my bed tonight” Harley said to Jay. “Fuck off” Jay spat back. 

On my way out of the arena, I ran into no other than Will. “What’s wrong love? Did the switchblade finally cut you?” he asked. “I don’t want to talk about it” I told him, trying to leave as fast as I could. “Are you sure, you look like you’re about to cry” he told me sincerely. Next thing I knew I was in his hotel room in tears as he held me. “I can’t believe someone would say something like that. That’s complete bullshit” Will told me “What did Jay say when you told him?” “He said I was overreacting” “I’m really sorry Y/n, you didn’t deserve that” I don’t know how or why I was venting to Will but it felt good that someone was finally listening to me. I couldn't stop thinking about what I overheard a week prior to this mess. I had heard the other girls talking shit about me and when I told Jay about it he just brushed it off like it was nothing. The conversation was between Harley and Saraya. “I can’t believe Jay is still with her. You would think once he made it he would get rid of her” Harley said “Like I get they have been together for a long time and everything but let’s just face it, he could do better” she continued “I don’t even know what it is that he sees in her? She’s not pretty, she’s boring, there is nothing special about her. There are so many other people out there, look at all the models that want him and yet he’s still with her” I was trying not to cry as I heard Harley’s words. Sure they hurt but who she was talking to hurt more. One of my best friends Saraya stood next to her, listening to the conversation. “Once you get to know her, Y/n is really nice Harley. You don’t even know her!” I listened as Saraya defended me but that didn’t take away from the hurtful words. 

Once I left Will’s room I returned to my own hotel room. All I wanted to do was have a hot shower. I opened the door expecting to be alone since Dynamite was on the air but to my surprise, Jay was waiting for me. “Where were you?” he asked calmly “Does it matter where I was?” I asked him “You were with him weren’t you?” “Maybe I was, maybe I wasn’t. Why should you care, at least Will cares about me?” I could see the pain in his eyes “I do care about you Y/n, I love you. I’m sorry about earlier, I really am” I knew he was sincere but I still wasn’t convinced he was sorry. “Do you know how gorgeous you are? You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen” he told me “I don’t care what those other girls think, you are the only person I need. You’re not boring Y/n, they are just jealous of you. Jealous of how naturally perfect you are. Look at the girls that flirt with me, they are all fake, they are not real. Fake tits, fake lips, fake everything. They are so ugly both inside and out that they need to do all of these things to at least have a chance against you. You have perfect plump lips that I love to kiss and bite. I would be scared Harley’s filler would explode if I did that to her. Your chest is warm and soft, those girls have fucken hard boulders in their tops” I couldn't help the laugh I let out at his comments. “It’s true! You are just perfect, I love every single thing about you. All of your ‘imperfections’ are perfections.” I didn’t even realize I was crying until Jay wiped away my tears and held me close. “I know, I know baby, I’m sorry” Jay and I stayed like that for a while, in each other’s loving embrace before sharing a hot shower.

I let the hot water burn my skin as Jay rubbed bubbles all over my body. “I don’t think you understand how obsessed with you I am. I love every single part of you Y/n” Jay told me as he began placing kisses all over my body. “This scar you claim to hate, love it,” he said as he kissed the deep scar on my side “Your hip dips, love them, stretch marks, love them, your beauty marks, obsessed” Every single ‘flaw’ I had pointed out over the years Jay told me he loved, kissing every single one lovingly. “You know how much I love you when I’m on my knees for you Y/n,” Jay told me, his eyes now dark. “Do you forgive me?” he asked “Yes, I’m sorry Jay. I love you too” “No, I’m sorry Y/n. I hope this will make it up to you” 

[mrsarcherofinfamy]

Gym Stalker

• Wardlow x Reader

Summary: You are a newer AEW wrestler. You go to the gym and Wardlow happens to be there.You have never talked to each other before. Why does it seem like he is always at the gym whenever you are?

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Sitting on a bench taking a breather in-between my squat sets, I adjust my headphones looking down at the floor. I feel a tap on my shoulder and look up seeing this big, muscular man standing next to me. He kinda looks familiar but I can't figure out where I saw him before. I move my one headphone off my ear and look up at him.

"Excuse me but are you using this bench or can I have it please?"

I stand up and motion for him to take it.

"All yours."

I walk over to the squat rack and fix the weights on it. I can feel a pair of eyes on me but I don't wanna turn around and look. I start doing squats on the machine listening to my music. I start struggling and having a hard time pushing the bar back up. I feel a pair of hands grab my side and stand me up putting the bar on the rack. I knock my headphones onto my neck and look back at who grabbed my sides. The mysterious muscular man is looking down at me.

"You need to be careful miss. You really could have hurt yourself."

"Thank you for your help."

He walks away and I start putting my weights away and wiping everything down. I grab my water and walk out to my car leaving the gym. I sit in my car rubbing my face wondering who this guy was.

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I walk into my locker room and the lights are off. I turn them on and there is a bouquet of flowers sitting on my coffee table. I toss my bags on the couch and walk over to the table. I crouch down and take the little card off of them.

"To Y/N, you are a beautiful woman. Don't ever change for anyone. From, your secret admirer."

I blush and smile looking at the flowers. I smell them and take a picture of the card and flowers. I go onto my Twitter and post the picture of the flowers and card for my fans to try and guess who they are from. I put my phone on the table and sit down watching the TV. There is a squash match going on at the moment. This guy gives his smaller opponent a huge powerbomb. My eyes go wide realizing that is the guy that helped me in the gym yesterday. The ref stops his match and Tony Schiavone is in the ring talking to him. He lifts up his arm showing MJF written on his wrist. He knocks Tony down on the ground and walks to the back. I shake my head smiling liking his gimmick.

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I walk into the gym and scan my little card. I am wearing a sleeveless tank top and some black shorts with black sneakers. I start walking over to the training room where I normally work out at but, I catch a big muscular frame out of the corner of my eye. I look over and he is trying to pose for a selfie in the mirror. I slowly walk up behind him, make a muscle and stick out my tongue. He doesn't seem to notice me so I walk over to the training room and get my workout done. My phone starts blowing up with tags and messages on Twitter. Everyone is tagging me in the picture of Wardlow and me at the gym saying that he is my secret admirer and how cute we are together. My eyes go wide reading all of this. I feel a tap on my shoulder and I jump looking behind me.

"So Y/N, why did you photobomb my selfie? My phone is blowing up about it. I didn't even notice you in the background until everyone started tagging and saying things about it."

I giggle and stand up infront of him looking up at him. He is looking down at me not smiling or anything.

"Well I thought it would be funny. That's all. I realized yesterday that we both are wrestlers in AEW."

"Wait you just noticed me?"

I scratch my head and look away.

"Nooooooo"

He slightly smiles looking down at me. I look at him and smile shrugging my shoulders.

"I wasn't really focused on anyone else but myself to be honest. I haven't had the best luck with relationships or friendships so, I decided to focus on me and no one else."

He puts a hand on my shoulder. I look at his hand than up at him.

"I totally get it. I haven't really been interested in anyone lately. That changed a couple days ago."

I look at him with a confused face.

"Anyways, I was wondering if I could get your number. We could like hang out before work. Or afterwards too. Whatever you wanna do."

"Sure! Give me your phone!"

He hands me his phone and I put my number in his phone. I hand it back and he walks away with a smile on his face. I finish working out for the day.

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*a week later*

Sitting in my locker room waiting until I get called for my match tonight, I am looking through my phone. Wardlow still hasn't messaged me since I gave him my number. Maybe he isn't the secret admirer that sent me the flowers. Maybe he just wants to be friends. There is a knock on my door which startles me from my thoughts. I get up, open the door and there is a man standing there.

"You are on in 10 minutes Y/N!"

"Okay thanks!"

I get up and run to gorilla to get ready. I was stretching and I didn't notice Wardlow was coming to the back from his match he just had. The camera is following behind him recording everything. My back is to him stretching. He walks up and shoves me out of the way. I fall forward smacking my head off of the production desk. I fall to the ground holding my head feeling it throbbing. I pull my hand back seeing blood. The medics are running over to me. The crowd is booing Wardlow. I get replaced in my match while the medics are cleaning my head. They sit me up cleaning it when one of them gets pushed out of the way. I look up and see Wardlow kneeling down next to me.

"Y/N! I am so sorry! I didn't think I pushed you that hard! I am really sorry!"

"Wardlow.... it's fine."

He puts his arm under my legs and his other around my waist and picks me up. I wrap my arms around his neck and lay my head on his shoulder. Not noticing the camera man recording everything for the crowd to see, Wardlow kisses my forehead and carries me to the medical office.

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This whole week has been nothing but fans making fanart of me and Wardlow, talking about how we are a couple and shipping us as a couple. I mean he still hasn't even texted me since I gave him my number. I decide going to the gym that I might run into him to talk to him. I go to the gym and kinda work out waiting to see if he shows up. I wait about an hour and he doesn't show up. I decide that I should just go home and maybe I will run into him at work. I walk out to my car and start putting my workout bag in the backseat when I get turned around, pushed into my car and kissed really hard. My eyes go wide seeing it is Wardlow. I try and push him off of me. He backs up looking at me.

"Y/N I am so sorry I never texted you! I get so nervous around you! Yes I am your secret admirer! I want to be with you! Ever since I laid my eyes on you here at the gym, there was just something about you I liked and wanted to know more about! Please forgive me! I am so sorry!"

I grab his face and kiss him. He kisses me back putting his hands on my sides. I wrap my arms around his neck deepening our kiss. I pull back looking up at him.

"You talk to much. But I forgive you. I just thought you weren't interested in me or something."

"No no no. I am so interested in you. I was just so nervous around you. But will you be my girlfriend?"

I giggle and kiss him again.

"Yes I will be your official girlfriend!"

He smiles really big, puts his hands on my face and pulls me into him giving me a big kiss. I pull back and look up at him with a little smirk.

"Soooo wanna break the internet?"

"Ummmm what are you thinking in that little evil brain of yours?"

I pull out my phone and turn the camera around to take a selfie. He wraps his arms around my waist from behind and pulls me into his body. He puts his chin on my head and I take a cute selfie with him than a funny one.

"I love both of these so they are both going online."

"Fine with me babe!"

I smile and upload the pictures on Twitter for the fans to freak out about. Seconds later, me and Wardlow's phone is blowing up about the pictures. I turn around and look up at him.

"Guess the fans are happy about us."

He laughs and kisses me.

"I am happy to be with you."

The End.

[delilahcalicocat]

Oh i need an angsty Hook x reader plez. Tyler returns to AEW and reader is excited to reunite with him BUT he has changed.

A/n: yes. That's all. Yes. Also sorry if it's short i have a bad cut on my wrist from jamming a bracelet into my skin so its sore and it hurts.

{Who are you..}

{Rating: Angst, Fluff}

{Warnings: Swearing, Forgiveness}

{Pairing: Hook x Fem!Reader}

It had been months since you last seen Tyler, he was injured after all in so the time off was needed.

It was awful though, Jack Perry had made Hook change...

You wanted to reunite with Hook after the months he'd been gone. You were disappointed.

But he was different, being angry and pushing people away.

"Fuck off..." He said before walking off

Your heart shattered, tears streaming down your face. Making your Makeup messy.

Since you had done a half skull face and the makeup artist had left an hour ago. You had to run to your good friend Darby. Who fixed up your mess of makeup.

You explained to him what had happened before you came to see him, while he was doing his makeup

You honestly had no idea what happened to Hook.. It was scary.

"It's like something broke him.." You said

"Probably Jack putting him almost through a car windshield.." Darby said

"That could be.." You remarked.

After your little pep talk, you went to go see Hook. Assuming he'd be done with his match.

But he wasn't. So eventually after his match he got backstage.

"Shit... Y/N... I'm Sorry Gorgeous.. I didn't notice you earlier..." He said

"I.. forgive you.. it wasn't on purpose." You said

It ended up with a kiss and a hug to end the night. Funniest part was you both did that in the ring after your match.