#aew fic

[sydsaint]

I'm a sucker for an enemies to lovers + forced proximity arc, what can I say?

Summary: Reader gets an unlucky break when she gets stuck traveling with Tyler for a couple of weeks for AEW's tour of the Pacific North West before Double or Nothing. She and Tyler have never bothered to get along. But truth be told, she doesn't quite know why.

You read the text from your wonderful AEW EVP's over again, making sure that you've read it right. And unfortunately you have.

Somehow, after some kind of vague mix-up or other, according to the message anyway, you've been stuck with the infamous HOOK as a travel partner for AEW's PNW tour.

Begrudgingly, you collect your bags from the hotel room you're staying at and decide to meet your new travel partner in the lobby. You check out of your room at the main desk and glance around for any sign of Tyler hanging around. You spot Taz's broody kid leaning against a far wall in the lobby and head over to him.

"Hey, Tyler." You attempt to be civil since you're going to be stuck with him all week.

"Hey." Tyler nods to you, an emotionless expression on his face. He pushes off the wall and slings his bag over his shoulder. "You ready to head out?" He asks you. "We're due for a house show in Portland tomorrow. Drive is a couple of hours."

You nod and adjust your bag hanging off your shoulder. "Yeah, I'm ready whenever you are." You step off to the side and let Tyler lead the way.

Tyler leads the way out into the parking lot and over to a black SUV he's renting for the week. He pops the trunk open and tosses his bag into the back before moving off to the side so you can do the same. You toss your bags down next to his, your brightly colored luggage a stark contrast to his black ones, and Tyler slams the trunk shut.

"I'm driving." Tyler fishes the keys to the SUV out of his pocket and flashes them at you.

"Fine by me." You shrug and walk over to the passenger side of the car.

Both of you climb into the car in silence, and Tyler pulls the SUV out of the parking lot and out into the hectic Seattle traffic. Neither of you bother to make conversation, so Tyler switches on the radio to some random hip-hop channel.

"If you're not into the station, I'll change it here in a bit." Tyler speaks up after a couple of songs pass.

"This one is fine." You reply with a shrug.

Silence falls over the two of you again as the SUV flies down the road in the dark. You grow bored pretty fast and hum along to the radio for a bit while you scroll through your phone. What you don't notice is Tyler glancing your way once in a while as you quietly sing along to the radio when a good song comes in.

A couple of hours into the ride, Tyler stops off at some gas station in some nowhere off-ramp town.

"I'm gonna use the bathroom and grab some food." Tyler explains as he turns the car off.

"Cool. I'll do the same." You nod and unbuckle yourself out of your seat.

You and Tyler head inside and he heads to the bathroom while you make a b-line for the snack aisle. You grab an energy drink from one of the fridges on the back wall, then start looking through the chips and other salty snacks on the shelf in front of you.

Tyler comes back from the bathroom a few minutes later and you see him grab the same brand of energy drink out of the fridge as you from the corner of your eye. You pick out a small bag of chips before moving to the candy aisle for something sweet.

Once you've collected a nice round-up of snacks, you head up to the check-out and set everything onto the counter. Tyler comes up from behind you and sets his stuff down as well, and you can't help but notice that your choices in snacks are almost identical.

You fish out your wallet from your pocket to pay for your snacks but Tyler shoulders in front of you before you can pull it out of the confines of your pocket.

"I got it." Tyler mumbles as he pushes past you.

You stumble back a couple of steps as Tyler hands a couple of bills over to the cashier. The cashier takes the cash and returns some change to Tyler who pockets the extra's and grabs his stuff off the counter.

"...Thanks." You give Tyler a quick thank you as he steps passed you with his food and drink in hand.

You grab your stuff off the counter and follow Tyler back out to the car in silece. Tyler sets his stuff inside the car and turns back around to pump some gas before the two off you depart. You stop in front of the car and frown.

"You should have let me at least pay for some gas." You complain, feeling like a leech.

"Nah. It's my rental." Tyler replies as he leans against the side of the car. "Don't worry about it." He assures you.

You huff out a breath and watch the screen on the pump climb in price. "Well do you at least want me to drive for a while?" You ask Tyler, tired of feeling halpless this whole trip.

"Nah." Tyler replies again nonchalantly. "We're more than halfway there. It's fine." He insists.

"Whatever." You grumble to yourself at Tyler's aloofness and climb back into the passenger side of the car.

You climb into the passenger seat and settle into your spot. You glance out the window at Tyler as he finishes up pumping gas. Your phone buzzes and you check your messages. You find a text from Skye waiting for you.

-How the trip going?

-fine I guess. hes just so cold. idk what to do

-hang in there babe! u got this!

-I'll try. wish me luck!

Tyler climbs back into the car and you put your phone back into your pocket. He switches the car back on and pulls back onto the road.

Tyler drives for about another hour in silence before you can't take it anymore. You glance over at him and muster up the courage to say something.

"Are you sure that you don't want me to drive?" You ask. "I'm more than happy to take over for a while." You assure him.

"I've got it." Tyler shakes his head. "Besides, we're almost there."

You nod and bite the inside of your lip. "Are you sure?" You speak up again. "You've been driving for like 4 hours straight." You remind him.

"I'm fine, Y/N." Tyler insists. "If you want to help with something you can do me a solid and crack open my drink for me." He suggests.

"Yeah, sure." You nod and crack open his drink for him. "You need me to hand feed you Dorito's too?" You quip.

Your eyes are fixed on the road so you don't see the hint of a smile crack on Tyler's face at your quip.

Silence once again overtakes the car ride until you and Tyler finally make it to the hotel at around 1am. You grab your bags and head inside to the front desk. You get checked into your shared room and are given two keycards, giving one to Tyler when he joins you in the lobby.

The two of you head up to the room in silence. You make it into the room first and set your bags down onto one of the queen beds in the room. Tyler takes the other bed and the two of you silently unpack.

"I'm going to grab a quick shower before I go to sleep." You inform Tyler as you fish your sleepwear out of your bag.

You grab your comfy oversized tshirt and the comfy underwear you like to sleep in and head into the bathroom. Tyler unpacks his bag and changes into some more loose-fitting sweats before setting his bags down onto the floor and climbing into his bed for the night.

Tyler plugs in his phone and scrolls through it for a while. He can hear you singing to yourself from the bathroom and cracks a small smile.

"There's still hot water if you want to rinse off." You come out of the bathroom a bit later, toweling off your hair.

"I'll shower in the morning." Tyler shrugs and looks up from his phone at you as you discard your towel into the bascket sitting by the bathroom door.

You shrug and climb into your bed. "Suit yourself. I'm going to bed." You plug in your phone to your charger and switch the bedside lamp off.

Tyler does the same and you both get some sleep.

Much later into the morning you are woken up by the sound of someone rummaging around the hotel room. You yawn and prop yourself up in bed and check the time on your phone. 7am.

"Please don't tell me that you're a morning person?" You groan and sit up in bed.

You rub the sleep from your eyes and find Tyler digging through his bags for his gym clothes. Your breath hitches in your throat when your eyes land on his bare back, muscles flexing and moving with every movement. His sweats hang low on his hips, and you can only imagine what they look like from the front.

"Always have been." Tyler answers your question. "I'm going to change and then head to the gym for a couple of hours." He explains.

"Okay." You nod and stretch your arms above your head. "I think I'm just going to hang out here for a couple more hours. Maybe grab some breakfast."

Tyler nods and you watch him walk off with his gym bag slung over his shoulder. You lay in bed for another hour or so before you decide to get dressed and grab something to eat. You pull a cute outfit from your bag and strip off your sleeping shirt in front of your bed.

You switch your underwear and bra and are in the middle of squeezing into a pair of jeans when the door clicks open.

"I'm back. You in here?" Tyler steps through the door as you move to grab something to cover yourself up with. "Oh, sorry. I'll just, step back out." Tyler see's that you're changing and retreats back into the hall.

You pull your shirt over your head and call for Tyler to come back inside the room. He cautiously comes back through the door and tosses his bag onto the floor.

"Sorry, YN. I didn't mean to barge in on you." He apologizes for almost catching you naked. "I guess I should have knocked." He muses.

"It's fine." You shrug and zip your suitcase back up. "My ring gear is way more provocative, right?" You joke. "I was just going to grab breakfast at that place across the street. You're welcome to come if you want."

Tyler nods and grabs a fresh hoodie from his bag. He pulls it over his head and gets the door for you. "Sure, I could eat."

You and Tyler head over to the diner and eat in a comfortable silence. You eventually get him to casually chat with you about some stuff and learn that the two of you share a few hobbies.

After your breakfast has finished you reach for your bag to fish your wallet out of it and pay the bill. Tyler spots your gesture and grabs your hand that's still on the table.

"Hey, I've got it, YN." Tyler insists.

"Again?" You look back up at him with narrowed eyes. "Are you sure? I'm kind of starting to feel like a mooch." You admit, but you can see that Tyler doesn't plan on changing his mind any time soon. "Can I at least get the tip?" You ask him.

Tyler cracks a small grin and nods, letting go of your hand. "Sure." He agrees to let you leave a tip.

You smile happily and pull a couple of bills out of your wallet. You leave them on the table and head out with Tyler back to the hotel room. The two of you have different schedules for the show so you part ways for a few hours.

Much later into the night you are packed up and getting ready to head back to the hotel. You stop outside the arena where there are some fans grouped up and waiting to see some of the people from the show. You run into them and agree to sign a couple of things and take a few photos with some of the girls hanging out.

"What about me, beautiful?" One of the guys with the group of girls breaks through the crowd and approaches you. "Can I get a picture too?" He asks you with a cocky grin.

Reluctantly, you nod and agree to a photo. Normally you'd never agree to take a photo with some tool like this. But you don't want to make a scene in front of the girls that were being polite and waited so long to have a chance at meeting you.

"Sure, why not. One wont hurt, right?" You gesture for the guy to step next to you.

The guy eagerly fishes his phone out of his pocket and steps over to you. You force a smile on your face as he slings an arm around you for the picture. The scent of his nasty colonge assaults your senses but you bear it and wait for the photo to be taken.

The fan pulls you into his side as close as he can get and goes to take the photo. His hand thats slung over the back of your shoulders slides down your back and stops dangerously close to your ass.

You grimace and step away from the fan, intent on telling him off. But someone beats you to the punch. "Hey! What the fuck? Get off of her!" Tyler suddenly appears and stomps towards you and the fanboy.

The fanboy scoffs and turns to confront Tyler. "Excuse me? Do you mind, man? I'm trying to get a picture!" He nods toward you.

"Looks more to me like you were trying to cop a feel." Tyler replies and steps between you and the fanboy.

"What it to you?" The fanboy sneers. "You her boyfriend or something?"

You grab Tylers arm thats posistioned toward you and catch his attention. "Ty, it's fine." You assure him. "Come on. Let's just get out of here." You tug gently on his arm. "He's not worth getting into a brawl over. He's a loser." You shoot a glare at the fanboy. "Who thinks that he's way cooler than he is. Trust me bro, these girls? They know you're a loser too." You nod toward the group of girls standing silently a few feet away.

"Whatever, bitch." The fanboy snarls at you and Tyler takes a step toward him.

"Ty, come on." You give Tyler's arm another tug and he backs off the fanboy.

Tyler turns back toward you and the two of you walk off. "Whatever man. Let's get out of here, YN. Before I change my mind." He lets you drag him off.

"You two make a cute couple!" One of the girls in the group shouts as you drag Tyler away from the crowd.

You and Tyler glance at one another and you let go of his arm. You turn away first to hide the blush on your cheeks and don't notice Tyler's sly little smile.

"Thanks for having my back, Tyler." You thank him. "You're not so bad after all, mister cold-hearted badboy." You knock into his side playfully.

"I got your back, YN. No sweat." Tyler knocks back into you with a grin.

[mrsarcherofinfamy]

●Darby Allin x Reader●

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

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"Hi Dad!"

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

"Hello my favorite daughter!"

"Dad, I'm your only daughter."

"Exactly why you are my favorite!"

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

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

He gasps at me which causes me to laugh.

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

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

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

I sigh looking at him moving out of his way.

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

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

"Can I help you with something?"

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

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

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

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

"Your daughter?"

"Yeah. Who did you think I was?"

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

"One of the makeup ladies or something."

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

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

"That's true Darbs."

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

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

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

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*at the hotel after AEW*

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

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

"Okay."

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

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

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

"Long time. No see."

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

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

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

"Dad, where is Darbs supposed to sleep?"

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

"Looks like we sharing Darbs."

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

I shake my head no smiling at him.

"We can share! It's fine!"

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

"Dad. Gross."

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

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*about 2 am*

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

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*later in the morning*

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

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

"Leave us alone, old man."

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

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

"Of course."

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

I giggle, looking up at him.

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

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

"Oh my gosh! Get a room!"

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

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

"Bye dad!"

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

I guess opposites do attract.

[kylefletchersgf]

Hey I was wondering if I could have a hook imagine if your open for request

basically me and him have dated since 13/14& grew up together and now we’ve turned in our 20’s and he wins the title against Jericho and we all celebrate and he asks me to marry him/ I find out I’m pregnant and everyone is happy for us & stuff

Hook: Fated to You

Summary: Hook has been dating his childhood sweetheart since they were teenagers and tonight is the night he wins back the FTW championship back from Chris Jericho and him and Y/n celebrate by him proposing to Y/n, but little does he know Y/n has a surprise of her own

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Masterlists | Aew Masterlist | Hook Masterlist

-ˋˏ [Word Count] ˎˊ : 936

-ˋˏ [Genre] ˎˊ : Fluff

-ˋˏ [TW] ˎˊ : Fluff, mistakes I might have, Chris Jericho, and this was not proofread before being published

-ˋˏ [Taglist] ˎˊ : @oblivionsera @nev-danielgarciawife

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It's a few weeks before All In where Hook will face Jericho for the Ftw title, you and Hook watch from his locker room as Chris Jericho's interview starts; Renee puts the mic to her mouth "at this time I am joined by the Learning Tree" "Hey guys!" he yelled as he waved to the camera. Renee tried not to laugh as she continued "How do you expect to beat Hook at All In?" she asked as she moved the mic to his mouth."Hey guys!" he waved again. He continued "Renee as you know All In is in a few weeks and I will beat Hook because he forgot the lessons I taught him. But the rest is secret thanks, bye guys!" he said the last part enthusiastically and waved before he left with Big Bill.

Bryan Keith waited back for a few seconds looking at Renee then leaning in close to her as he yelled “You better respect Chris Jericho!” before walking away. When it went back to the commentary table I look over at Hook and we both laugh at how stupid Chris Jericho is. "Are you scheduled to fight tonight?" "No but I have a promo scheduled later though" "what time?" "9:30." I sat down with him on the couch watching the show until it was time for his promo, when the clocks hit 9:30 he got up walking to the door holding it open for me then walking out the door behind me shutting it behind him. He held my hand all the way to where we usually did the interviews but he let go as soon as when the camera started rolling.

"I am joined here by Hook with Y/n, now Hook you heard what Chris Jericho said earlier in the night do you care to respond?" "Chris Jericho I will get back my Ftw title and cut down all your branches on the way too. All In." he said the last part pointing at the camera. When the interview ended Hook and I went back to his locker room for the rest of the show, he looked over at me "I fight Big Bill next week and you will stay here during my match" "but-" "no, do you understand me Y/n?" "yes" "now at All In you can sit at the commentary table with Taz ok?" "ok"

skip to All in

You stood with Hook in his locker room while he got ready, he looked over at you "what color babe?" he asked as he held up blue shorts in one hand and grayish-silver in the other hand. "Do the gray" you told him as you was getting TV ready. You fixed his eye patch to waste time as the Learning Tree did their entrance. When it was Hook's turn you walked on the side as he walked down the ramp, You sat at the commentary table next to your soon to be father in law Taz as Hook got in the ring. You put the headset on as the match begun, You look over at Taz "hi honey" "hi" you replied happily.

Towards the beginning of the match Jericho put Cricked balls onto the mat which made you question it, but learning from wrestling some things are just better not asked about or left unsaid. Hook got out the ring grabbing a Cricket bat and 'oh no' was all you could think to yourself. He started smacking everyone with it then started picking up the Cricket balls and started flinging them at all three of them, you couldn't hold in your laughter anymore. After he did that he went behind Jericho choking him with the Cricket bat yelling "hey guys! Hey guys!" mocking Jericho as you laughed harder adding in "hey guys!"

"C'mon Hook!" you yell to encourage him to get up as he was getting jumped by Bill and Bryan. Hook got back in the ring swinging wildly missing as he got smacked on the head with the trashcan, Jericho missed the Judas Effect going straight into a T-bone suplex by Hook. Hook go up taking off the eye patch yelling "I can see!" pointing at his eye. Towards the end of the match Taz got up putting Bryan in his submission letting Hook get the win by Red Rum. Taz backed up so you could hug Hook first, Hook walked up to you kissing your head then hugged you for a few seconds as you took off the headset.

He walked over to Taz hugging him until he decided to take you backstage, he wanted to be alone with you in his locker room. Even though he is very public about kissing your head or his arm being around you, everything else is behind closed doors; he is a very private person. He wanted to do this next part privately, you turn around to look for something and you couldn't find it so you turn back around to face him to see him down on one knee with a small box; it had the most beautiful engagement ring you have ever seen. You nod nonstop before he could even ask you to marry him, he stood up putting the ring on your finger as he kissed you softly.

When he pulled apart you looked at him "then this is the best time to tell you I'm pregnant" you laugh through the tears. He looked at you smiling big; that cute smile that he hides from the public. You're marrying your best fried, now you have all you could ever ask for in life.

[toriluvsnickwayne]

Good luck

Hook x (fiancé) reader

Requested : yes/no

Welcome to Forbidden Door where Excalibur, Taz, and Y/N are set to commentate on an exciting match. Competitors like Samoa Joe, Katsuyori Shibata, and Hook are introduced as they make their way to the ring. The crowd erupts with cheers as the match gets underway. Chris Jericho joins the mix, creating tension in the arena. Hook shares a sweet moment with Y/N before heading back to the ring. The match unfolds with intense action, showcasing the skills of each competitor. In the end, Hook emerges victorious with a pin on Jericho. Celebrations ensue backstage as Taz, Y/N , Joe, Shibata, and Hook plan to grab a bite to eat. Hook and Y/N share a romantic moment before heading out together.

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Y/N’s POV:

"Welcome to Forbidden Door, folks! I'm Excalibur, and joining me at the commentator table are Taz and Y/N! We've got a thrilling match ahead, so let's get ready to rumble!"

Justin Roberts, the "Dapper Yapper", steps up to the microphone to introduce the competitors.

"First, making his way to the ring, Samoa Joe!"

The crowd erupts as Samoa Joe makes his entrance.

Justin Roberts continues, "Next, from Tokyo, Japan. The Wrestler Katsuyori Shibata!"

Shibata's music plays as he makes his way to the ring.

Justin Roberts announces, "And finally, he is Hook!"

Taz exclaims, "And there's the bat symbol! Beautiful sight, folks!"

Y/N adds, "I'm so proud of Hook. He's ready to put it all on the line tonight!"

The crowd cheers as Hook makes his entrance, joining Joe and Shibata in the ring.

Just then, as Chris Jerichos music hit the arena erupted in boos as Justin Roberts' voice echoed through the speakers. "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the FTW Champion Chris Jericho!"

As Jericho's music played, Hook appeared beside me, his eyes locked on mine. "Hey, Mamas," he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear. "You look beautiful tonight."

My heart skipped a beat as he leaned in closer, his lips meeting mine in a soft, sweet kiss.

"Ah, damn, Hook! Save some of that love for the ring!" Taz joked, his voice breaking the spell.

Hook grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Can't help it, dad. My girl is a real work of art."

With one last wink, he turned and made his way back to the ring, ready to face off against his opponents. I watched him go, my heart swelling with pride and love.

"Looks like someone's got a fan in the commentary booth, folks!" Excalibur teased, his voice full of amusement.

Taz chuckled beside me. "Yeah, and that someone is clearly smitten!"

I blushed, feeling my face heat up.

(Go to break)

Excalibur begins, “Welcome back to Forbidden Door, folks! We've got a thrilling match ahead, featuring Hook, Samoa Joe, and Katsuyori Shibata taking on Big Bill, Chris Jericho, and Jeff Cobb! And Hook's got some extra motivation tonight, courtesy of a good luck kiss from his 'Mamas'... or should I say, his beautiful fiancée, Y/N?”

Y/N laughs, "Hey, stop it, Excalibur!"

Taz chimes in, "Leave my soon-to-be daughter-in-law alone, Excalibur! She's taken, by the way... by my son, Hook!"

Excalibur continues, "Well, Hook's certainly got the skills to take on this formidable team. But Big Bill's power and Jericho's experience are not to be underestimated..."

Y/N exclaims, "Oh, nice move by Hook! That T-Bone was flawless, baby!"

Taz adds, "Yeah, but Jericho's not going down without a fight. He's got some tricks up his own sleeve... but my son's got this, for sure!"

Excalibur announces, "Shibata's taking it to Jeff Cobb now! This match is intense, folks! The action's non-stop!"

Y/N reacts, "Samoa Joe's got Big Bill in a chokehold! This could be it... oh my gosh!"

Taz exclaims, "No way, Jericho breaks it up! But Hook's not giving up... he's fighting for his future wife's honor, and his own pride!"

Excalibur declares, "And there it is! Hook gets the pin on Jericho! What a match! Looks like that good luck kiss from his fiancée paid off, big time!"

(Cut to a video package for the next match, showing the six competitors for the TNT title ladder match.)

Hook walks over to the commentary table, grinning, and says, "Hey, what's up guys? Just thought I'd drop by and celebrate my win... and maybe get some commentary tips from my beautiful fiancée."

Y/N laughs and playfully rolls her eyes, saying, "Oh, Hook. You're such a charmer.”

Taz chimes in, "Yeah, yeah. Save it for the post-match interview, Hook."

Shibata and Samoa Joe appeared behind Hook, Shibata grabbing him by the arm, and Joe says, "Cmon, lover boy! Let her be, she's got work to do, and YOU have a shower to take! You're starting to smell like a wrestler."

Y/N and Taz burst out laughing.

Taz adds, "Yeah, someone's got to keep Hook in check!"

(After forbidden door is over)

Taz and Y/N head backstage, searching for Hook, Joe, and Shibata. They finally find them in a dressing room, with Hook munching on chips and Joe and Shibata deep in conversation.

"Hey, guys! Great matches tonight!" Taz exclaims. "How about we celebrate with some food? My treat! I know this great spot nearby that's open late."

Joe and Shibata nod in agreement, and Hook grins, "Sounds good to me. I'm starving! And I could use a drink or two."

They all head out to their cars, with Hook and Y/N riding together. As they reach the car, Hook opens the door for Y/N, and she slides in, smiling up at him. Hook follows, and they share a few kisses before he starts the engine.

"You know, I think we could be a little late to dinner," Hook says with a sly grin, glancing towards the backseat. "We could, uh, take a detour."

Author’s Note: Heyyyyy ik I took a little break n thank yall for being patient I’ve got over a full week of fics to publish so that should keep u all good and I’m gonna start writing the fic idea abt the live triangle w Dom, Damian, and Jey when I feel like it and any new request I have/will receive. Anyways lots of love as always - a very tired Tori💋❤️

[cowboywritersworld]

May I request a Will Ospreay x Reader, where Reader fem!/Will wife is angry at Don Callis, after she finds out that Callis eventually acknowledged that he sent Takeshita to attack Will and Ricochet last week and then all of a sudden Don callis goes after Will wife reader about how it’s her fault for getting involved in Will business and even says how their kids could possibly not be will? Fluff please

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Prompt: May I request a Will Ospreay x Reader, where Reader fem!/Will wife is angry at Don Callis, after she finds out that Callis eventually acknowledged that he sent Takeshita to attack Will and Ricochet last week and then all of a sudden Don callis goes after Will wife reader about how it’s her fault for getting involved in Will business and even says how their kids could possibly not be will? Fluff please

You have just finished breastfeeding your little girl, setting her to burp, when you finally hear Don Callis acknowledge that he had sent Takeshita to attack your husband and Ricochet, the week before. You are relieved when Annie finally burps, setting her down in her bassinet, looking over at your four years old boy.

"Andrew, can you please take care of Annie for a bit? She is sleeping now and I'll send someone to take care of both of you, okay? Mommy and Daddy will be back soon though." You kiss him on the forehead, smiling when he nods eagerly.

"Of course, Mommy!" He kisses you on the cheek.

"Thank you."

You are not back on the roster, with Annie being born just a bit over three months ago, but you still follow Will around as much as you can. The little girl isn't accustomed to flying, you are introducing it slowly, when the places you need to be don't take too much hours by plane.

Now sure that both kids will be good, you leave the room, asking one coworker to please take care of them in the meantime. They are both very loved, so it is easy to find someone who will watch them.

As you reach Gorilla, you notice Don Callis getting back and shove him in the chest, really angry and pissed off at him. It seems to take him by surprise, the cameras are already rolling, but he smirks. You hate that smirk and if you could, you would slap it out of his face.

"So you were the one behind that all? You are an idiot! Do not ever touch him again!" You are fuming and Don just laughs at you.

"Why are you even blaming me, Y/N? After all, all this happened because of you. Ever since Will Ospreay met you, he changed, even more now that you gave him two kids." He smirks even more, knowing fully well how much you don't want him to mention them.

"Take our kids off your bloody mouth." You growl, trying to hold yourself back. "This has nothing to do with them!" You scream, shoving him once again.

"Getting involved in Will's business was the wrong move from you, Y/N. Getting involved in the Family's business was wrong too." He takes some steps towards you and you take two or three back. "Those kids sure are cute, but are we even sure they are Will's? He is always so focused on wrestling, when does he ever have time to make love to you?" His tone is so irritating...

You bite your lower lip, closing a hand to a fist and it takes all your willpower to not punch him in the face. "Annie and Andrew are his kids and you have no right to question such an important thing!" You are about to swing on him, but a hand poses on your shoulder and you smile, when you notice Will.

"Go back to our kids, I'll be there very soon, sweetie."

He whispers in your ear, giving you goosebumps, which thankfully are covered by the sweater you are wearing. You slowly calm down while you walk back to his locker room, taking a deep breath once you are in front of the door. You and Will both know that the kids are not someone else's, you have always loved him and never had sex with someone else, but it is difficult to stay calm. You purr when you feel Will's arms around your waist, sighing as you melt under his kisses on your neck.

"I talked to him, he'll never bring Annie and Andrew in this feud or any other, up ever again." Will whispers as he still kisses you, nuzzling into your neck.

"It was okay until he mentioned them. I don't care what he says about me, but there boundaries he shouldn't overstep." You say, turning in his hug, kissing him sweetly on the lips.

"It was hot seeing you step up to him, though." He chuckles, nodding serious then. "That's what I told him after the cameras went off. He apologizes for that." He smooches you on the nose. "Are you feeling better? I know it was hard for you to not punch him." He rubs his hands on your back, in a soothing way.

"I am feeling better. We should go now, I put Annie to sleep after feeding her and Andrew is surely tired." He would love to get intimate with him, but she is tired too. "Maybe we can order take-out and when we are at the hotel put Andrew to sleep. We can then have time for ourselves."

"That's a good plan. Let me order and then I can take Annie and drive us to the hotel. Love you, sweetie. You are a very special Mama and I am so glad you are our kid's mama. Thank you for choosing me to be at your side." He kisses you longer, both of you are panting when you finally part ways.

"Thank you too, Will. For being at my side, for our two beautiful children."

[im-just-a-mississippi-girl]

Friends or More?

Pairing: Colten Gunn x female!reader

Category: Angst/Fluff

Word count: 1,467

Summary: Falling for your best friend is risky, even more so when he doubles as a coworker. After five months away, you return with a clear head, or so you thought. Will this turn into friends to lovers or will end in unrequited love?

Warnings: None

A/N: It’s been a while since I’ve been on here and I’m excited to be back! This is my first time writing for Colten so bear with me! @ylenyasstuff I hope you like it ❤️

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It’s been five months since you left your job at AEW and now here you are, back to give this another shot. Why did you leave in the first place? Because of Colten Gunn and it’s not in a bad way. You worked as a booker and little by little, day after day you noticed your feelings towards the oldest Gunn brother was changing.

You were on the verge of falling for him.

When you first arrived at AEW, you didn’t have any intention on falling for anyone but then came Colten Gunn knocking on your little makeshift office door. Austin was preset as well but, truthfully, you didn’t notice him at first.

“Welcome to AEW!” Colten beamed, arms outstretched as if to show off the place. “We couldn’t pass up the opportunity to be the first to give you the grand tour.”

You were taken aback at how excited he was to be given this task. You didn’t know what to expect when you arrived, especially with Tony Kahn being busy with boss man duties. He assured you that you would be in good hands for your first day. You expected him to send The Young Bucks or Kenny Omega or Britt Baker or Willow Nightingale to be the welcome wagon and your guide for today but lo and behold, he sent the Gunns. You’re not complaining but it definitely surprised you.

“Thanks for the warm welcome,” you smiled. Movement from behind Colten caught your attention and that’s when you finally noticed his brother. Austin was standing back watching the interaction, a small smirk playing on his lips. What’s that about? You shrugged it off and introduced yourself to them.

The Gunns showed you around and before long it felt like you all had known each other for years. It was comforting to have an instant friendship so early into your career at AEW.

Fast forward a few months and things were still great. You were booking huge matches and doing your best to help tell stories that people would remember and connect with. Your friendship with Colten and Austin was going great, although you ended up being closer to Colten in the end. Maybe that wasn’t as good of a thing as you thought.

As time went on, you began to notice your feelings changing towards Colten. No. You cannot ruin this friendship with unrequited love. You tried to bury those feelings down and pretend they didn’t exist. You couldn’t fall for arguably your best friend. Unfortunately, those feelings became too hard to hide and you knew you were in trouble. You were at risk of losing your rock. Your anchor. Your best friend.

Why are you stressing out so much about this? What if he feels the same and all is well and good? Well, you have a rule — Do not date your coworkers.

That rule is why you asked Tony Kahn for time away. You needed space from Colten to clear your head and forget about those feelings. Surely it was just some weird ‘I like him because he showed me around and has been there for me’ kind of thing. Right?

Time will tell.

You pushed open the doors to the arena AEW was at this week and started tracking down Tony. You finally managed to find him talking to some crew members on the ramp way leading to the ring. The conversation wrapped up and you cheerfully greeted him. “Hi Tony! What do you have for me?”

Tony filled you in on what’s going on in regard to your job and the matches that will be taking place tonight. He showed you to a similar makeshift office that you had on your first day. That’s when the memories came rushing back. All the times Colten hung out with you when he wasn’t needed for backstage interviews or matches. It’s all going to be fine. It has to be.

Thankfully you didn’t see Colten at all or Austin either. Some of your friends came by to welcome you back and expressed how happy they were to see you again. All felt right, even when you were packing up some things to head out in the next ten minutes…. Until Colten popped up in the doorway. Oh no. Breathe. It’s fine. You’re just friends.

“Sorry I hadn’t been able to come by and welcome you back,” he noticed your bag on your desk and you sliding your laptop in its case. “I’m about to be heading out too. Want me to walk you out?”

You tried not to look nervous as you zipped up your bag. “Y-yeah. That would be great.” Just friends. You’re just friends despite the fact that your heart is doing flips and your hands are slightly shaky. You threw your bag on your shoulder and grabbed your phone. When you looked up at Colten, he was watching you with a look you couldn’t quite place.

The two of you walked and talked about what you’ve missed. You couldn’t help but laugh at a story Colten told about how badly Austin embarrassed himself in front of this girl at a bar. “It couldn’t have went any worse. I swear his face was as red as lobster.” Colten laughed.

His laugh. His contagious smile. His gorgeous eyes. They were not helping you convince yourself that you and Colten are just friends. Get it together!

“I have a question.” Colten said once you both had arrived at your rental car. You motioned for him to continue, not trusting your voice to be steady enough to answer. “Why did you leave? Did something happen? Did someone say or do something to make you feel like you didn’t belong?” His face was covered with concern and a small mixture of hurt and anger at the thought of someone being the reason you felt the need to leave. Little does he know, he’s the reason.

You thought about how to answer for a moment, searching for the right words. “I..” you paused, taking a breath, knowing that what you were about to say would change everything. “I left because of you,” you quietly replied. You saw the look on his face — confusion, hurt, a flash of anger even appeared on his face. “It’s not because of anything bad!” You were quick to reassure him. “It was because I have this rule and you were going to make me break it. And I couldn’t do that. I couldn’t ruin our friendship.” You rambled, hoping he heard it all.

“What’s the rule?” Colten asked after a moment to let the information you just gave soak in. “I swear I didn’t mean to do anything bad or wrong or upset you.”

You took another breath and knew your rule was absolutely about to be broken. You knew in that moment your feelings for Colten weren’t going away any time soon, if ever. “The rule is don’t date your coworkers. I always prided myself on following that rule at every job I’ve ever had but then I come here and meet you and then little by little feelings changed. I could feel myself starting to—“ you cut yourself off. You didn’t want to scare him away, but honestly, it didn’t look like he was going anywhere as you finally looked into his eyes. He had this look that you’ve seen in movies. Admiration.

“You left because you were falling in love with me?” Colten’s eyebrows raised and he couldn’t resist the smile that made its way to his face. “I’ll be honest. I was miserable when you left and I thought it was just because we were close friends but the longer you were gone, Austin and Jay and Juice were convinced it was because I had fell for you. And finally, I didn’t argue with them anymore about it because I knew they were right.” Never once did Colten’s eyes leave yours. In the middle of his confession, he had taken your hands in his.

No unrequited love? No rejection? You wanted to cheer but refrained. This moment was too perfect to ruin. “I left to clear my head but now that I’m back, I know you’re worth breaking my rule for. Especially after what you just said. I was falling for you then and I’m falling for you now.”

“I’m happy you’re breaking your rule for me. I’m just curious about something though.” A smirk played on his lips. You didn’t know what he was about to ask but it was clearly going to be mischievous.

“What’s that?”

“How many more rules are you willing to break for me?”

A blush crept up on your cheeks as you playfully smacked his chest, a laugh escaping your lips. It’s clear you’re in for a ride with this one.

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[99hook]

Confessions

Synopsis: Hook is having a bad day and just wants y/n’s attention, but so does someone else

Warnings: cursing

A/N: literally something that popped into my head nobody asked for. I hope you loveee it! Happy Forbidden Door day loves

Hook was going through it today. From the moment his eyes opened in the morning, anything that could’ve possibly gone wrong; went wrong.

That’s why he’s got attitude written all over his face, more than the usual. A shattered phone screen from dropping it on the concrete outside his hotel, a large stain on his shirt and sticky skin beneath from spilling his drink and not having time to shower before needing to arrive at the arena and to top it all off, he rounds the corner and finds you laughing at something Jack says.

Jack isn’t even funny.

He watched as the two of you were cutting up about something that was probably just a way for Jack to try and make a move on you. You were his friend, just like you were Hook’s but something about the look in Jack’s eye paired with the heartfelt laughs echoing down the hall made Hook’s ears burn. He didn’t like what he was seeing.

He watched with narrowed eyes as Jack discretely took a step closer to you. The two of you were way too close for comfort and it was taking Hook’s bad mood and tripling it. If anyone knew what Jack was trying to do, it was Hook. It was obvious he was trying to make a move on you. The lame joke he probably told you was his first little attempt and even though Hook had no grounds to be angry about it, he still was, and he didn’t care if he showed it or not.

His feelings for you were secretly bottled up and it has been that way for months now. He’s come close to confessing but every time he does he gets tongue tied. Nobody knows that but him, so it wasn’t like he told Jack and Jack still tried to get with you. But still, wasn’t okay to Hook.

In the midst of another eruption of laughter Hook clears his throat from behind Jack and earns your attention. There’s a look on Hook’s face that screams pissed off and he doesn’t try to mask it.

“Hey man” Jack slaps a hand on Hook’s shoulder making him tense up immediately. He knows he has no actual right to be mad at Jack right now but that doesn’t stop him from jerking his shoulder to get his hand off of him before he might actually break it off.

There was a look that crossed Jack’s face but he didn’t ask what was wrong. Hook ignored Jack’s stare and focused on you instead. He already knew you could tell something was going on with him like you always did. One thing that draws Hook to you like a magnet is the fact you can read him like a book, even when he doesn’t understand his feelings himself.

One look at his dark eyes and the way his lips were pulled in a thin, tight line and you could see that something was bothering him horribly.

“Can I talk to you for a minute, Y/N?” Hook asked, emphasizing your name as a non suggestive way to get Jack to leave. He took the hint but not without shooting another questionable glare Hook’s way.

“I’ll catch you later, Y/N.” Jack muttered before he walked off, leaving just you and the boy glaring down at you for reasons you didn’t understand.

“You okay?” You asked, wanting to reach out and rub your hand down his arm, or something that could maybe comfort him in some way but your hesitation kept you from it.

Hook inhaled a deep breath and exhaled an annoyed sigh before he simply shook his head. Truth be told, all he wanted was to see you, be the one laughing in the hallway at some stupid joke with you because you always had a way of brightening his whole entire day no matter how horrible it might be, and now he’s realizing that he has to do something before someone else does. Whether that be Jack or anyone else in the world.

“Well, what’s wrong?” You asked, wanting to take a step closer to him, but feeling as though your feet were nailed to the ground. You weren’t sure how to act or what to say or do, because the way Hook is staring down at you with a look in his eyes you hadn’t seen from him before made you feel like he was angry with you, or something along those lines.

“Do you and Jack have something going on?” He mustered enough courage to ask, swallowing past the lump in his throat. He watched as your brows knitted together and a look of genuine confusion crossed your face. He didn’t expect that you would ever lie to him, but he searched for the signs anyway.

“What? No. Why would you think that?” You asked, noting the way he seemed to somewhat relax his clenched jaw and stiff shoulders.

“I saw y’all cutting up down here, so I just thought-“ he cut himself off, feeling both relieved and now unsure how to go about this conversation without seeming like a total dick.

“Is that why you’re acting weird?” You asked, unsure if you were piecing the puzzle together or not. Hook being jealous of jungleboy made no sense… unless.

“I’m not acting weird.” He deadpanned. “I was just gonna say hes my boy and all but I don’t really think he’d be a good guy for you, personally.”

You stared up at him, unsure if you believed anything that he was saying. Hook avoided your stare and instead averted his attention to the hallway as if he was waiting for someone to show up and save him from having to have this conversation that made him feel incredible vulnerable and nervous, which was unfamiliar and uncomfortable territory for him.

“Mm.” You hummed, and he heard the skepticism in your voice. He knew you didn’t believe the bullshit he was feeding you. You crossed your arms and he caught sight of the way you were squinting at him, which he knew was something you did when you were thinking hard about something.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” He asked, mimicking the way you were looking by squinting his own eyes and crossing his arms.

“I mean you’re obviously lying to me.” You chuckled, noting the way his cheeks tinge red.

“I don’t lie. Especially not to you.” He replied, suddenly feeling extremely nervous and maybe even a little shaky. He tucked his hands tight into the folds of his arms so you couldn’t see if they were starting to tremble or not. An affect only you ever had on him.

“No?” You tested, taking a step forward. His adams apple bobbed as he swallowed but he was doing his best to keep that poker face on.

“Nope.” He nearly mumbled, slicking his tongue over the dryness of his plump lips as he looked down on you, into your wide and round eyes he never seems to be able to get enough of.

“Mm.” You hummed again. Nothing but skepticism filling your voice and he acted like he didn’t notice it.

“Mm?” He mimicked. “Mm what?”

You couldn’t help but let a smile creep up to your lips, which confused him. “What?” He asked again.

You shook your head and rolled your eyes, realizing that what everyone had been telling you was true.

“Tyler-“ the use of his real name suddenly had his heart hammering in his chest. It wasn’t often that you called him that, but he loved it every single time.

“Y/N.” His voice was a little shakier than he would have liked. He instantly cleared his throat and hoped you didn’t realize that he’s a ball of anxiousness because of you right now.

“Do you want to stop playing games and tell each other the truth now, or what?” You took another step closer, leaving you only mere inches apart. Hook was taken back by your sudden boldness and was left tongue tied like he always gets when he’s so close to finally, finally confessing his feelings for you.

Looking up into his round, dark eyes you can see that he was having all kinds of emotions coursing through him and it was likely you weren’t going to get a confession out of him first.

“You know what me and Jack were talking about before you showed up?” You asked, watching as Hook’s brows knitted and that tension returned to his face at just the mention of Jack’s name.

“Hm.” He hummed sternly.

“We were talking about you, and how you and I need to finally stop acting like nervous middle schoolers and finally admit how we feel about each other, because apparently we’re a hot topic around this place. Apparently we’ve been madly in love with each other from day one and everyone knows it but us.”

You laughed your way through the confession that wasn’t as much of one as you wanted it to be, and Hook wasn’t sure whether to take that and run with it or keep those feelings bottled up inside. As much as he wanted to admit everything to you, he still wasn’t sure if you’d feel the same way for him, and the last thing he wanted was to lose his best friend completely.

“That’s- damn. Didn’t know we were like, talked about so much.” He shifted on his feet as the nervousness crashed through him in another strong, unsteady wave.

“Me either.” You suddenly felt too nervous to look into his eyes. Your attention adverts to the floor where the tops of his shoes and yours were just a few centimeters from touching. Picking your head up you realize he was even closer now, and there was so much to be said but suddenly you couldn’t even fathom a single word.

Hook’s calloused hands cupped your cheeks gently. “If you don’t want me to kiss you, tell me now.” His raspy voice let out in a low, strong whisper. Your lips parted as if you were going to speak but nothing came out and as he moved in closer, you raised up on your tip toes and there was only a split second that passed before you felt his soft, plump lips land on yours, and as gentle as the kiss was, it ignited something extremely powerful within both of you instantly.

The taste of two types of mints lingered and intermingled between your mouth and his and it was going to be a flavor you craved from here on out.

Months. You both thought about this exact moment for months and finally it was happening and it was even better than your dreamiest fantasy. Hook was gentle and slow and the softness of his lips paired with the rough stubble prickling your skin was an experience all on its own. It was everything you never knew you needed and when he pulled away, you instantly craved him again.

His hands stayed cupping your cheeks as his thumbs gently dusted over your smooth skin, admiring secretly how silky smooth it was beneath the calloused pads. There wasn’t much you two could even fathom at that moment, both way too taken back to form words, and you were about to lean in again when you heard slow clapping from down the hallway.

You two immediately broke apart and put as much distance as possible between each other, Hook’s cheeks reddened deeply matching yours when you saw that the claps belonged to Taz.

“It’s about damn time.” He belted out with a hearty laugh that boomed down the hallway. “I hate to break up this love fest but Hook, your match is up next.”

That’s when Hook glanced at his watch and realized the time. He had two minutes to get to the gorilla. “Shit.” He muttered. “Can I meet you back here afterwards?” He asked, and you quickly nodded, unable to keep your smile from spreading widely across your face. Hook nodded back, then leaned in and placed a quick peck to your cheek before rushing off down the hallway to a waiting, smiling taz.

He threw his arm around his son as they headed towards the gorilla, and before they disappeared you heard the words, “You finally did it son. Fucking finally!”

[coleskingdom]

Care

Jay White x F Reader

For @madhatterbri I hope you love this.

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“Make him care” that had to be the stupidest thing the bastard has ever told me. I’ve had nothing but time to figure out how best to make him care. I have Colten and Austin on Penta and Fenix. That’s business , they’re his friends but in this business friends come and they go. He’d expect me to pull something out of that playbook, the boys have orders just to watch them for now.

I sit drinking my scotch in the hotel bar contemplating I catch a reflection in the bar mirror, I can tell she’s hesitating because I’m sitting here. She’s pretty, in that classic real sense.I’ve seen her look at me, the way she bites her lip as we pass each other in the hallways. Though if I paid attention to that I’d have taken half of the roster to bed, or at least had them on their knees in front of me. I catch her eyes in the mirror I smirk as the prettiest blush tints her cheeks. I wonder how much the bastard cares for her, or she cares for him. She lifts her chin not to back down realizing she’s now been caught. If a game she wants a game we can play.

“Y/N” I say it as if it’s my favorite word in the English language as I nod to the seat beside me. She hesitates momentarily realizing I’m the best and safest option to sit next to. “Jay” she says as she does that three point look, I almost chuckle at how easy this is going to be . I offer my hand as she struggles to get up on the awkward barstool, I let my fingers trace the inside of her wrist as lightly and intentionally as possible. “What are you drinking? Y/N” calling the bartender over. “I , um a hard lemonade.” I try to keep my face masked to keep from laughing “She will have a lemon drop martini, on the sweet side. I’ll take another scotch neat.” I wait till she takes a sip to see the satisfaction on her face. “That’s really good” the surprise in her voice , I wonder what other experiences I could upgrade in her life. “To drink well, is to live well or something like that.” I smirk.

“ Where’s the bastard of yours?” figuring out what my next move might be . “ He , uh he headed home. He was pretty upset about tonight. He just texted me he was out , he knows I have a flight out tomorrow we were meeting here because our schedules are so busy” her voice hurt and irritated. “That’s really a dick move” I softened my voice, turning to face her. “A real bastard move is more like it” she said a hint of venom in it. Sad I won’t work with, spite is my specialty. We sat and talked had couple more drinks. I paid the tab as she went to the bathroom. I left my room key on the bar with specific directions to the bartender that if she didn’t take it then to destroy it and let her know the tab was taken care of.

I had just about given up when I heard the soft knock on my door. I answered the door in the towel, leaning in the open doorway. Y/N stood there looking at me, I watched her as her breath hitched as her eyes followed the trail just below my belly button. “Y/N when was the last time you got exactly what you wanted?” not pushing her one way or the other, it’s more devastating when it’s her decision. A man can rationalize a lot of things but when she decides it’s a hell of blow one that outside of my personal vendetta sounded like he needed desperately. That blush was back as if it was the first time she’d ever been asked. For all I knew it might have been. “Too long Jay, too fucking long.” her voice shakes with vulnerability of that truth. “What did you come here for?” moving and opening the door wider and she stepped through it. She holds up my room key “ To return this.” I eye her and I can see the shiver of desire run through her. I step closer to her “ Y/N , you could’ve turned that into the front desk.” Brushing her hair out of her face. She steps forward and kisses me, it’s been a long time since I’ve been kissed with more passion than skill. I bury one hand in her hair, tilting her head to the side for better access. Y/N moans into my mouth, and I slide my tongue inside to finally get a taste of her. It’s minty she went back to her room , then made the decision to come here.

“ I’m sorry “ she stammers turning her head away. I grip her chin between two fingers and get a primal sense of satisfaction when her nostrils flare and her pupils dilate. She wants me. I know it. She knows it. Now the question is— what are we going to do about it? I lean in kissing her again testing the waters. Her fingers grip my shoulders, pulling herself up to wrap a leg around my hip. My hand move to her lower back. Tearing my mouth away, I stare down at her kiss-swollen lips. “Y/N, unless you tell me no, I’m taking you. I’m going to make you scream my name, as I go down on you, till you beg me to fuck you. Then you’re going to come harder than you’ve ever come in your life. I’m going to feel all the ways your body bends to my will. How that blush floods your body, how you’re breathing changes as you learn to breathe with me. “

Y/N’s response is to tighten her hold on the back of my neck and hop up, circling both legs around me and pushing her skirt up her thighs.

My free hand finds the curve of her ass, cupping and kneading like I was made to touch her. I taste her jaw and her neck as the heat of her pulses against my stomach.

Y/ N moans and throws out a hand toward my left. I take one step in that direction, but the couch is closer and way more convenient. I lower us both, and her ass hits the cushion at the same moment my knees hit the floor. “He would never do this.” her words draw my eyes up “Because you don’t want him to or because he’s too much of a selfish prick to give you what you want.” my hands running over the top of her skirt. Her heated gaze, and the way she bites her lip is the answer I need.

Her non answer gives me a dark sense of satisfaction as I press her thighs apart.

"Slide that ass out, love, because it's time I taste how sweet you really are."

After a moment of hesitation, she follows my directions, scooting her butt to the edge of the couch. I expect to see the fabric of some sexy panties, but instead, all I see is bare, wet pussy. I also see her phone and the bastards face through the pocket, as I swipe to answer the call.

"Dirty girl, you’ve thought about this. You don’t come to King Switches room with a dripping wet pussy. I’m going to teach you how to breathe with me." wasting no time getting my mouth on her.

The second my lips make contact, Y/N arches her back off the couch, my name a throaty moan echoing in the room. The caller has not hung up as possessiveness overwhelms me as I tongue and lick and grind down on her clit until she's writhing beneath me. I stick one of my fingers gauging her reaction, teasing her g spot, with the come hither motion. “Y/N tell me that you need to come? “ I put my mouth back on her sucking and thrusting my finger in and out. “More Jay, please right there.” I insert a second finger and add a little pressure to her stomach. Her hands grab my hair as I groan into her and she shatters . Her words are in comprehensible pants. “ Jay, please fuck me.” her voice needy and desperate. The phone still lit and connected. That kinky bastard must be liking what he’s hearing or is still in denial.

This next part has to be perfect, especially if he insists that he remains on the phone. I stand and pick her up laying her down on the bed. I remove her skirt dropping it towards the top of the headboard. I kiss her to keep her distracted as her hands roam my body, teasing me with her nails as they drift up and down my abs running her fingers lower removing the towel as she parted her legs open welcoming me in between. A pang of guilt hits me briefly, I reconsider momentarily but a woman like her would view this as a rejection. I bring her up and lift her up to take her shirt off. No bra, she knew what she wanted when she knocked on my door.

I kissed her in no rush as the sounds fell from her mouth were quickly becoming one of my favorite sounds. My mouth kissing her jaw as my hands found her perfect tits. I pinched her nipple to see how’d she’d respond, her hips bucked up into me as she called out my name. I took the other in my mouth sucking on being rewarded again with the sound of my name from her lips and the roll of her hips. “What do you need Love? I need to make sure you’re ready. I’m going to need you to take all of me. “ I reached down and teased her clit again with my fingers as my mouth alternated between her breasts . “ How are you so good at this?”she panted as another orgasm crashed through her. “ Because I care Y/N” my eyes still seeing the call connected as I raise up over her aligning myself an enter just as the the aftershocks began to wane but now I slide in, in one full stroke.

Giving her time to adjust, I kiss her languidly my tongue matching, as I begin to move inside her. “I don’t think I can” breathlessly, I stop “can’t what love” I ask as I look her in her eyes. “Come again, but you go ahead.” her voice soft , “ Do you want to come again? Do you want to come around my cock? Tell me what you need and I’ll give it to you.” I kiss her again hoping she knows I’m sincere. “Yes I want all of it but I don’t know what I need. “ she turns her head away from me unable to meet my eyes. “Hey, it’s okay, stop thinking, comeback to me.” I kiss her again she wraps her arms around me pulling me closer I adjust her legs so that I’m hitting all the right spots. Fucking hell she feels good, and her body is so responsive in this position. I feel the beginning of her orgasm, I need her to finish first, I reach down between us applying a little more pressure, I hear her gasp as she shatters screaming my name, the force of her orgasm pulled me with her as I follow her with a final thrust. She begins to stroke my hair and run her fingers up down my back. I don’t know what she’s thinking, but she’s trying to take care of me. I glance at the phone the call has been disconnected. I break the moment kissing her again as I head to the bathroom. I start a bath for her, I grab a washcloth ,some pain reliever and a bottle of water . I see my own phone and I can’t resist.

I text PAC “ I bet you care now don’t you, bastard”

I turn off my phone, and walk back into the bedroom now.

[midwestmade29]

Communication 🩷

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

Disclaimers: Mild cursing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[sydsaint]

Friends to Lovers, anyone? <3

Summary: HOOK and reader have been best friends for a while now. But the reader slowly starts to notice that her friendship might not be the only thing that Tyler is after.

You sit in the plane terminal, headphones on, playing a game on your switch. Tyler is sat next to you on the floor, headphone also on and doing something on his phone. There is a comfortable silence between the two of you as you wait for your boarding time. Your legs are draped over Tyler's lap, his arm that's not holding his phone, drapes over them casually as he scrolls.

Daniel strolls up with Darius at his side. He spots you and Tyler and snorts, nudging Darius on the shoulder to get his attention.

"Check those two out." Daniel snickers.

"Who?" Darius replies and follows Daniel's outstretched finger. "YN and Tyler? What about them?" He turns back to Daniel.

Daniel shoots Darius a snarky look and drops his hand back to his side. "They look awfully cozy, don't they?" He points out.

"I guess, yeah." Darius shrugs. "They're friends, remember?"

"We're friends." Daniel corrects him. "And you don't see me all up on you like that." He nods back to you and Tyler again.

Darius roll his eyes at the observation. The two of them walk up to you and Tyler. You're busy with your switch so you don't see them approach, but Tyler spots Daniel coming and pulls out his headphones to greet his friends.

"What's up, Daniel? You waiting for your flight too?" Tyler asks Daniel.

"Yeah." Daniel nods. "What's up with her?" He nods down to you when you don't greet him and Darius.

Tyler grins and taps your legs, still draped over his lap to get your attention. "She's locked in on whatever game she's playing. Can't hear you." He explains.

You look up from your Switch when Tyler taps your legs, finally noticing Daniel and Darius. You pull your headphones out and smile at the pair.

"Danny! Darius! Hey, guys." You greet them both warmly.

"What's going on, YN?" Darius smiles back at you.

Daniel nods to you as well. "What's up, shortie?" He asks.

"Not much." You shrug. "Me n Ty are just waiting for our boarding time."

Daniel nods and sits down with Darius, so everyone can chat and wait together. You chat for a while and decide to make a quick bathroom trip as your boarding time nears. So you get up and dismiss yourself to the bathroom. Leaving the boys to chat without you for a few minutes.

"So." Daniel turns to Tyler as soon as you are out of sight. "You and YN seem like you're getting pretty close." He comments.

"Yeah, YN's great." Tyler nods.

Daniel snickers, clearly meaning something more. "Great, right. Yeah, I bet she is, man." He teases Tyler.

Tyler narrows his gaze at Daniel, not getting why he's laughing for no reason. Darius scoffs and pushes Daniel's shoulder lightly.

"He's trying to imply you got a thing for her." Darius explains. "He just ain't very smooth with it." He makes a lighthearted jab at Daniel.

"Hey!" Daniel protests.

Tyler cracks a grin as he watches his friends bicker. He goes to reply to Daniel's claim, but he spots you walking back over to the group and clams up, his gaze fixed on you as you make your way back to the group.

"Oh yeah." Darius cracks up when he notices Tyler's staring. "He's definitely got it bad."

Daniel notices as well and shares a laugh with Darius.

You make it back over to the group and sit back down between Tyler and Daniel. You notice the smiles on Daniel and Darius' face, and can't help but wonder what they talked about while you were gone.

"What's got you two so cracked up?" You ask Daniel and Darius.

"Just something Darius said." Daniel snickers. "An inside joke."

You nod and check the time on your phone. You notice it's almost time to board, so you start getting your stuff packed back up.

"That time already?" Tyler notices you packing up.

"Yeah." You nod at him.

Tyler sighs and moves to start packing up his stuff as well. He gets most of his stuff ready to go before running to the bathroom as well before you go.

"So, YN." Daniel wastes no time in grilling you about Tyler. "About you and Tyler,"

"Me and Tyler?" You turn to look at him. "What about us?"

Darius is the one to laugh this time. You whip your head around to stare at him, unsure what game he and Daniel are playing with you.

"Alright guys. What are you two doing?" You ask them.

"Nothing. We swear." Darius insists with his hands up.

Daniel snickers and nudges Darius in the side. "Yeah, unlike her and Tyler." He jokes.

You watch both men break out into laughter with a confused look on your face.

"Me and Tyler, what?" You ask them. "You two are fucking weird." You grumble after they don't answer and just keep laughing.

Tyler comes back over to the group and notices Daniel and Darius laughing hysterically.

"What are those two so riled up for?" Tyler asks you.

"I have no clue." You reply. "Come on, Ty. Let's go before they start being weird again." You pick up your bags.

Tyler nods in agreement and picks up his bags as well. The two of you walk away shoulder to shoulder.

"You think they know?" You glance at Tyler after you've put some distance between you and your friends.

"About us?" Tyler grins. "Nah, they're idiots." He muses and grabs your hand.

You laugh and nod at his statement about your friends being idiots. "Yeah...we are going to have to come out about it eventually, though." You remind him.

"Just say the word, baby." Tyler replies casually, interlocking your fingers with his.

"Really?" You look over at him.

Tyler cracks a grin and nods, bringing your hand up to his lips to press a kiss to the back of your hand. "I'd be a fucking idiot not to want to show you off." He teases you.

"Awe, Ty!" You gush with a wide grin.

[mrsarcherofinfamy]

●Kenny Omega x Reader●

Summary: You are his wife and it is everyone's first time seeing you because you don't like to be on camera.

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Standing outside of Kenny's room, I hear him talking about how he got hit with a bike during a match before. I knock on the door waiting for a response.

"Honey, do you need anything?"

I slightly open the door popping my head in as he turns around to look at me with a big smile on his face.

"No thank you baby. I am good."

He turns around back to his computer as I shut the door heading back to the kitchen.

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*Kenny's POV*

My chat, all of a sudden, is blowing up asking me about who I was talking to, who I called baby, why I've been hiding someone and more.

"Everyone in the chat. I can see you all asking about who I was talking to. I think it is time I introduce you all to her. Give me one minute."

I get up, take my headset off and walk out of my room.

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*Y/N's POV*

"Honey!"

I turn around seeing Kenny walking into the kitchen as I just finished washing dishes.

"What's up babe?"

"I want you to come be on my livestream for a couple minutes. Everyone is asking about you."

"Oh...ummm sure."

"I promise it will be okay. They just want to meet you and it will be just a few minutes."

I shake my head yes, he puts out his hand and I grab it following him to his room. We walk into the room and he sits back down on the chair putting his headphones on.

"Everyone, meet my wife, Y/N."

I stand behind him, wrap my arms around his neck and chest area and lay my head against his, smiling.

"Not only is she my wife but, she is one of the brilliant minds that writes for AEW. Lots of storylines that everyone loves are written by my beautiful, brilliant wife."

"Thank you honey."

I turn my head and kiss his cheek. He smiles and looks at the comments in the chat.

"Someone asked how long we have been together. We have been together for almost five years now. We just liked to keep things private and not have negative stuff said about our relationship."

I shake my head agreeing and rub his chest also looking at the comments. I see a lot of people calling me beautiful and thanking me for all the storylines I've written. Kenny looks over at me smiling.

"Someone asked what your favorite storyline you have written and produced is."

"Oh that's a good question.... ummm... I would have to go with a recent one that everyone loved a lot.... Swerve and Hangman. I am really proud of that one because they took my ideas and made them way better than how I had them written out."

Kenny looks at me smiling and I look at him feeling my face get red. He looks back at the camera smiling.

"She normally hates talking infront of people. Especially on camera. I think she is doing an excellent job."

"Thank you honey. I'm gonna go start making dinner. You have fun finishing up your stream."

I lean down as he looks up and we kiss lightly. I smile, wave bye to the camera than head out of the room to the kitchen. I hear him go back to talking to them and I smile to myself.

"I can't believe I just did that."

[haddonfieldwhore]

if we’ve got eachother - mjf

mjf x gender neutral! cole! reader

part one here • part two here

word count: 2.5k

warnings: not edited, bit of family drama, angst, language, nsfw themes/implied smut !

a week had gone by since adam found out about you and max, and you and your brother were effectively ignoring eachother completely. him and max had to be at least professional enough to do their segments together, but didn’t speak to eachother outside of work business. you hated that you had come between their friendship, but you also felt like adam was overreacting. there was a week long break coming up, and you knew adam was going him to see your parents; usually you would go with him, but this time you weren’t sure you really wanted to spend seven days in a house with him, along with your parents asking why you were fighting. your mom had actually been calling and texting you, asking if she could expect you home for the break, but you had ignored all of her messages.

“what are you thinking about?” max asked, snapping you out of your trance as he walked out of the bathroom, fresh out of the shower. his skin was still damp, nothing but a fluffy white towel around his waist as he used a smaller one to dry off his curly hair. max had been travelling with you rather than adam since things kind of exploded last week.

you raised an eyebrow, unable to stop yourself from staring at his chiseled abs, and the happy trail that started at his naval and disappeared under the towel.

“well now i’m thinking about something else…” you said, sitting up on the bed as max walked over to you, leaning down to kiss your lips.

“oh yeah? what’s that?” he smirked, and your hands reached for the towel that hung low on his hips. his hands cradled either side of your jaw as you let the towel fall to the floor, and he kissed you deeply. max pulled your shirt over your head, before wrapping a hand around your throat and pulling you up onto your knees, kissing you again. your hands tangled in his damp curls, and his tongue slipped past your lips to explore your mouth, that taste of mint toothpaste on his tongue.

you were interrupted by a knock at the door, and max sighed, kissing you one more time before he turned and started walking towards the door. you slid your shirt back on, making yourself look at least decent.

“i’ll get it,” you laughed pushing him around the corner out of view of the doorway, and throwing the towel at him. you were still smiling when you opened the door, but it disappeared completely at the sight of adam.

“y/n,” he began, greeted you with an awkward nod. you shifted your weight nervously back and forth on your feet.

“so you’re talking to me again?” you asked, and adam sighed.

“i … don’t know. i do need to ask you about next week though.”

“so mom sent you? that’s adorable,” you laughed, annoyed.

“can we set this aside- for one week; for her sake?” he asked, and you laughed in disbelief. of course you wanted to see your parents, but you were stubborn to your core.

“i don’t know adam. you’re the one who has an issue with me and max being together.” he sighed, running a hand through his long hair.

“i have an issue with the fact that you and my best friend betrayed me-“

“oh get over yourself. we didn’t get together just to spite you, adam. do you hear yourself? yes, we were wrong to hide it from you, i can admit that; but i wouldn’t take back what i did.”

“so you aren’t coming home?” he asked.

“i’ll think about it.”

“no you won’t. you’ve already decided; i know you.” adam spat. “at least call mom and have the guts to tell her you’re choosing a guy over your family.”

“don’t talk to them like that,” max appeared behind you, his lower half dressed in a pair of shorts.

“max,” adam greeted awkwardly. “this is a family conversation.”

“oh- please continue,” max taunted, not leaving your side.

“actually i think we’re done here,” you said, closing the door on your brother. max turned you to face him, and you wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him into a hug.

“you okay?” he asked, kissing the top of your head. you nodded into his chest, before pulling back to kiss his lips softly.

“yeah. thank you for having my back, even though you don’t have to protect me from adam.”

“i know,” he said, kissing the top of your nose. “are you going home next week?” he asked, and you sighed flopping onto your stomach on the bed.

“i don’t think so. i don’t want to spend a week with someone who won’t talk to me,” you mumbled. max crawled onto the bed, hovering over top of you and placing kisses along your shoulder and up the side of your neck to your ear.

“come home with me instead,” he whispered, nipping at the shell of your ear. you couldn’t hold back the moan that left your lips as max pressed himself against your backside. max rolled over, pulling you with him until you straddled his lap, his arms wrapping around your waist and holding you close.

“you don’t think we’ll get sick of eachother if we spend a week together?” you teased, as max placed wet kissed on your neck, finding your sweet spot with ease.

“fuck no,” he laughed.

•••

you had in fact decided to spend the week off at max’s house with him, and the two of you had just arrived, pulling into the driveway in max’s blue camaro. when you entered the house, a fluffy white and tortoiseshell cat ran up to max, weaving in and out of his feet and meowing.

“hey piper,”max laughed, bending down to pick up the cat. “daddy’s home. did you miss me?” he bombarded the cat with kisses on her forehead, and you laughed.

“daddy?” you raised an eyebrow.

“shut up, you love it,” he smirked, and turned the cat towards you. “this is piper.” you extended a hand gently for the cat to sniff, and she let you pat her on the top of the head.

“hi piper,” you smiled. max placed her softly on the ground, and led you further into the house. it was minimally decorated, which made sense considering how many days of the year he would actually be home. there was a large cream coloured couch in the center of the living room, that had a wall of large windows.

“you’re gonna have two cuddle buddies now,” max was still talking to piper as you sat down on the soft couch, and the cat hopped up into your lap. “she likes you,” max smiled, and sat next to you in the couch, tucking you under his arm. piper walked back and worth across both of your laps, before laying down on the arm rest.

“she’s cute,” you beamed, and max kissed your lips softly.

“you’re cute.” you giggled as he kissed your forehead and then your lips again.

“did you hit your head or something? what’s got you in such a good mood?” you laughed, although you weren’t complaining; you could get used to the softer side of max.

“no,” he smirked, easily pushing you over to pin him underneath you on the couch. “why, how do you want me to be?” he stared down at you, his brown eyes darker than usual.

“i just didn’t know the devil could be such a softie, that’s all,” you explained playfully, knowing you were pushing his buttons.

“careful,” he warned, a hand wrapping gently but firmly around your throat as you stared up at him, your eyes wide with excitement. “you’re gonna get yourself in trouble. unless that’s what you’re trying to do?”

“you tell me, daddy.” you teased, and he groaned, his grip tightening around your neck before he relaxed.

“you are driving me crazy,” he rolled his eyes, leaning down to kiss you. your teeth pulled at his bottom lip as his hand moved from your neck to cradle the side of your face.

“i can’t believe i get you all to myself for a whole week,” you exhaled as max left a trail of kisses down the side of your neck, leaving soft love bites behind.

“i hope you don’t like walking-“ you interrupted him with another kiss, and you could feel him smirking against your lips. your phone began to ring in your bag, and you sighed heavily. “don’t answer that,” max whispered next to your ear, his hands trailing down your sides to pull you hips upward against his.

“what if it’s important?” you asked, letting out a moan as he rutted his hips against yours.

“it can wait,” he growled, and his fingers began undoing your pants.

“max…”

“tell me if you want me to stop,” his voice sent a shiver down your spine as he slid your pants down, biting down on the skin below your jaw.

“fuck- please max,” you begged, unable to think straight.

“please what, baby?” he asked as his hand disappeared into your underwear.

“don’t stop.” max smiled before kissing you roughly, as your phone stopped ringing.

•••

you were peacefully face down in max’s bed, the soft blankets the only thing covering your body as you lay there, waking up from a nap after max had given you a very… thorough.. tour of his house. your eyes fluttered open at the sound of max getting out of the shower, the bathroom door opening with a soft click, and you looked up to see him, only his lower half dressed as he walked over to you. max leaned down and gently kissed the side of your head, and you smiled, waking up fully and rolling over to sit up against the headboard.

“hey sleepyhead, late night?” max teased, and you looked over at the clock that read 11:23 am, meaning you had only been asleep for about an hour, having fallen asleep after you and max had spent the entire morning breaking in his new mattress so to speak.

“shut up, don’t tease me when it’s your fault,” you pouted, pulling the blanket up higher. max laughed, raising his hands in mock innocence, kissing you sweetly on the lips.

“i’m sorry baby. you feel okay?” he asked sincerely, and you nodded.

“yeah, i’m great,” you smiled. “are you okay?”

“yeah baby i’m okay,” he smiled, kissing your forehead and then your lips again. “by the way, your phone has been going off for like an hour.”

you sighed, and max handed you one of his tshirts to wear as you got out of bed. max smiled to himself at the way your legs wobbled slightly as you walked, but didn’t mention it, deciding he had teased you enough. you walked over to your suitcase and dressed the rest of your body in your underwear and some shorts, before digging you phone out of your bag and checking the many notifications you had missed. there was about 20 text messages from your mom, a few from adam, and about 12 missed calls between the two of them. the ones from your mom were asking where you were, with increasing concern; you gathered that adam hadn’t told her you weren’t coming. reading through the ones he had sent confirmed your suspicion. you sighed, but clicked on your moms contact and put the phone to your ear, listening to it ring until she answered.

“y/n! sweetie i’ve been calling you! did you get my texts? why aren’t you home for the break?” she asked, concern in her voice.

“relax mom,” you laughed. “i’m sorry, adam was supposed to let you know i wouldn’t be there this time. i’m sorry to worry you,” you lied, only feeling a little guilty about throwing your brother under the bus.

“oh - he said he thought you were coming. i’ll have to talk to him,” she said. “anyways, what’s keeping you away? is there a boy?” she asked in a playful tone, and you smiled, looking over at max who was on the other side of the room, scrolling through his phone, paying no attention.

“yeah, actually - there is.”

“that’s great honey! are you spending your vacation together?” she asked.

“yeah, i’m actually with him at his house for a few days,” you explained. you knew she didn’t watch the show every week, but still hoped she didn’t ask too many questions about max. his reputation, at least in regards to the character he portrayed, wasn’t the best and would definitely concern your mother; nevermind the fact that him and adam were friends. thankfully, she didn’t ask for too many details.

“well i’m sad we won’t be seeing you, but i hope you’re having fun sweetie! be safe, and if something happens and you need to come home you’re always welcome.” you felt a pang in your heart, missing home and your family.

“thanks mom. i love you, and i promise next time i have time off i’ll be there.”

“i love you too, honey. me and your dad will see you then. maybe you can bring this boy of yours next time.” you smiled, glancing over at max again who looked up at your and sent you a wink, and you laughed softly.

“we’ll see mom. i’ll talk to you later okay?”

“bye sweetie,” she replied before you hung up. you considered calling adam as well, but decided you didn’t want to speak to him, sending him a text instead.

‘talked to mom. she’s happy for me.’

you put your phone back in your bag without waiting for a reply, and walked (still with some difficulty) over to max, who looked up at you from the chair he was sitting in.

“all good? your family’s not gonna send the cops here to arrest me for kidnapping you?” he asked, and you sat down in his lap, and his arms wrapped around your waist immediately.

“no i think you’re safe for now. unless adam calls them,” you joked. “my mom wants me to bring you home, so i think she’s on our side. i didn’t exactly tell her who you are though.”

“what can i say, moms love me.” you slapped his chest gently as you both laughed. “she’s doesn’t need to know all the little details just yet.”

“agreed. i just hope adam calms down about it. i hate that i’ve come in between you guys.”

“i know baby. he’ll get over it,” max said, kissing your cheek.

“i hope so,” you sighed. “enough about my family drama. what’s the plan for today?”

“hmmm i think we can do whatever we want,” max said, kissing your neck softly.

“i like the sound of that. i need to shower first though,” you giggled as his kissed tickled your skin. max let go of you, allowing you to stand up and walk to the bathroom. you turned the water on, before peeking back out into the bedroom.

“you coming?” you smirked, and max threw his phone aside and hurried over to join you, and you smiled. things may not be perfect, but you were happier than you had been in a long time, and as long as you and max had eachother, you knew you would be fine.

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[toriluvsnickwayne]

Totally Worth It

Hook x (Shibata’s sister) Reader

Requested : yes/no

Sequel to Worth It

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Y/N prepares nervously for her date with Hook, with her brother Shibata offering reassuring words. When Hook arrives, looking dashing in his suit, Y/N feels a bit more at ease. They head out for a fancy dinner at a Michelin-starred restaurant, where the conversation flows effortlessly. As the night progresses, Y/N becomes more comfortable with Hook, enjoying his humor and attentiveness. After dinner, they stroll through the city, stopping for ice cream and laughing together. As the sun sets, Hook suggests heading to the beach, making the evening even more magical.

Y/N’s POV

Y/N stood in front of the mirror in her hotel room, her heart racing with excitement and nerves. Her brother Shibata sat on the bed, watching her with a knowing smile.

"Hey, sis, you look amazing," he said, his voice calm and reassuring. "Hook's a lucky guy."

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to calm her jitters. "Thanks, bro. I'm just really nervous. What if this date is a disaster?"

Shibata chuckled. "It won't be a disaster. Hook's a great guy, and you two have a connection. Just relax and be yourself."

Y/N nodded, taking another deep breath. She finished getting ready, her hands shaking slightly as she applied her lip gloss.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. Shibata got up to answer it, and Y/N's heart skipped a beat as she saw Hook standing in the hallway, looking handsome in his suit and tie.

"Hey, Y/N," he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "You look stunning."

Y/N blushed, feeling a little more at ease. "Thanks, Tyler," she replied, using the name she knew him by.

Shibata gave her a reassuring smile. "I'll let you two lovebirds get going. Have a great time, sis."

Hook offered Y/N his arm, and they headed out to a fancy dinner at a Michelin-starred restaurant. The food was exquisite, and the conversation flowed easily.

As the night went on, Y/N found herself feeling more and more comfortable around Tyler. She loved the way he made her laugh, the way he listened to her with kind eyes.

After dinner, they strolled through the city, enjoying the sights and sounds of the bustling streets. They stopped for ice cream at a popular shop, laughing and joking like they'd known each other for years.

As the sun began to set, Tyler suggested they head to the beach. Y/N agreed, and they walked hand in hand along the shore, watching the sky turn pink and orange.

Tyler turned to Y/N with a warm smile. "Y/N, from the moment I met you, I felt a connection that I couldn't ignore. I love spending time with you, and I feel like we have something special. Would you like to be my girlfriend?"

Y/N's heart soared, and she nodded. "Tyler, I'd love to."

Tyler grinned, pulling her into a tender kiss.

After the beach, Tyler took Y/N back to his hotel room, clearing it with Shibata first. They fell asleep together, wrapped in each other's arms, their hearts full of joy and happiness.

The next morning, Shibata texted Y/N, "How was the date, sis?"

Y/N smiled, snuggled up in Tyler's arms. "It was amazing, bro. I think I'm in love.

Shibata replied, "I knew it! Hook's a great guy. I'm happy for you both."

Y/N smiled, feeling grateful for her brother's support. She knew she could always count on him to be there for her, just like she knew she could count on Tyler to make her heart skip a beat.

Author’s Note: Hey lovely people of tumblr who read this this is the end of the mini series if u could call it that since it’s only 2 parts not rly anything to say for tonight. As usual, lots of love- Tori 💗

[cowboywritersworld]

May I request a Will Ospreay x Reader, where wrestler fem!reader is concerned and tries to calm down Will after the scare for Bryan Danielson due to the Tiger Driver 91? Fluff pretty please.

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Characters: Will Ospreay, Reader

Prompt: May I request a Will Ospreay x Reader, where wrestler fem!reader is concerned and tries to calm down Will after the scare for Bryan Danielson due to the Tiger Driver 91? Fluff pretty please.

AN: I know you didn't say anything about them having a kid, but I thought it would be appropriate.

You are sitting at the commentary table, while your husband - and father of your little bundle of joy - is having a match against Bryan Danielson. The more the match goes, the more you are in awe: they work so good together and they are both doing their best to pull off the match the fans want.

The end of the match draws near and Will set up for the Tiger Driver 91, but something is clearly off. From your position, you can clearly see Bryan Danielson falling completely on his head, in a strange way, immediately clutching his neck in pain. You gasp and stand up for a moment, a hand going to the headphone to take it off, but you wait as the match closes and the American Dragon gets help from medical team.

At that moment you finally take the headset off, getting into the ring with your husband, looking back at Bryan, worried.

"What happened???" Will asks you, once he finally realizes what is going into the ring.

"He hurt himself, his neck." You say, knowing that once he discovers what hurt him, it'll break his heart.

You all help him back and when Bryan is safely in the doctors' hands, you are quick to follow Will. You can clearly see his wide eyes, the frantic rasing of his chest and almost can barely keep up with him, as he runs towards the back exit of the Arena.

You kneel in front of him, slowly putting a hand on his knee, so that he can look at you at his own pace.

"Follow my breathing, babe." You breathe slowly and deep, which he does as well, until he is calm.

"I almost killed or paralyzed him." He starts saying, his body shaking. He raises and opens his arms, silently asking for a hug.

"You didn't, babe. It could have happened with anyone, it's not entirely your fault, just a bad landing." You embrace him and whisper those words, keeping him tight against you.

"Because of me he almost couldn't go back to his family and hold his kids in his arms. We have our little bundle of joy as well and it would kill me if I wasn't able to do that anymore." He sighed, holding onto your t-shirt like a lifeline. "Was it the Tiger Driver? Or the Hidden Blade? Damn, I haven't realised it! No matter which one it has been." He hides his face in his hair, some tears pricking at his eyes.

"..." You still wouldn't want to answer, but he'll eventually know it. "The Tiger Driver." You draw circles on his back, humming a song he loves.

"I'll retire it. I can't live with the thought of having risked him such a bad injury." He states, while standing up.

"Maybe at a later time you can find a way to protect your opponents. We can find a way together." You kiss him on the forehead and stand up as well. "Let's go back to our Isabelle, shall we? I'll treat both of you to your favorite restaurant, but first you need a shower, Mister."

You chuckle and follow Will inside, till you get to your locker room. Instead of getting inside, you watch Will and her hug and being sweet, letting them have some alone time, after the bad experience.

[rootedinrevisions]

Unspoken

SUMMARY: What started as a casual birthday dinner with friends quickly took an unexpected turn the moment Adam sat next to you, his presence impossible to ignore. Drinks flowed, conversation sparked, and before long, you found yourself on the dance floor, the tension between you growing with each beat. He teased you with subtle touches and whispered words that sent your mind racing, yet you kept him at arm’s length, enjoying the game just as much as he did. By the time the night wound down, you assumed he’d let it go—until you returned to your hotel and saw him waiting by your door, eyes dark with intent.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This one is a special one I wrote for one of my favorite people in the world @thedeboniardevistation HAPPY BIRTHDAY BEAUTIFUL! I hope you like it!

WARNINGS: 18+ SMUT.

The restaurant is dimly lit, its warm amber glow reflecting off the polished wood tables and cushioned chairs. The hum of conversation fills the air, laughter bouncing between the walls. It’s your birthday, and your closest friends have gathered to celebrate. You’d been looking forward to a night of relaxation, away from the hectic schedules and adrenaline of the ring.

As the waitress leads your group to a large round table, you glance around, spotting Adam Page—“Hangman” to most people—just behind you. He’s already smiling in that easygoing way that makes his eyes soften beneath the brim of his cowboy hat. You nod at him, casually assuming he’s just another one of the group tonight. After all, you and Adam talk often backstage, but your interactions have always felt friendly—nothing more.

You take a seat and moments later, Adam pulls out the chair next to yours. The motion feels casual enough to you, but when you glance up, you notice a couple of the others exchanging glances. You brush it off, not thinking much of it, and focus on the menu in front of you.

“Got any favorites here?” Adam’s deep voice asks, drawing your attention. His Southern drawl rolls off the words effortlessly, as if every sentence he speaks belongs in a country song.

You shrug, looking over the menu. “I’ve been here a few times, but I think I’ll try something new tonight.”

His gaze lingers a little too long, though you’re oblivious to it, focused on what you’re going to eat. Adam, however, can’t help but notice how your hair frames your face under the soft light, and he’s trying really hard not to let his eyes drift down your body. You’re always on his mind, whether it’s during work when he catches a glimpse of you talking to someone else or when he’s alone in his hotel room at night, wishing he could pull you into his arms.

He’s gotten pretty good at hiding it, or at least he thinks so. But tonight is different. Tonight, he’s sitting close enough that his knee brushes yours under the table, and that small contact alone makes his chest tighten.

The conversation flows easily among your group as drinks and appetizers are ordered. Adam’s voice dips in and out, answering questions here and there, but you notice he’s quieter than usual. Still, whenever you glance over at him, he’s got that relaxed smile, like he doesn’t have a care in the world.

You laugh at a joke one of your friends cracks, nudging Adam lightly in the process. “Did you hear that?”

He chuckles, though he’s not entirely sure what he’s laughing at. His attention is split between trying to act normal and fighting the urge to reach out and rest his hand on your knee—just to see if you’d look at him differently, if you’d feel the same fire in his touch as he feels every time he’s near you.

“Yeah, yeah, I heard,” he responds, shaking his head. “You’ve got quite the crew here tonight.”

You smirk. “Of course, I only bring the best out for my birthday.”

It’s that smile that undoes him every single time. The way your lips curve, the way your eyes light up—it’s like a punch to the gut. Adam has felt this way for months, though he hasn’t had the nerve to act on it. You, meanwhile, have been completely unaware of the yearning looks he shoots your way when he thinks no one’s watching.

Everyone else sees it, though. They’ve caught the way he moves just a little closer to you backstage, the way his entire face softens whenever you enter a room. But you? You seem to chalk it up to him being friendly, as if Adam Page hasn’t been harboring some serious feelings for you for nearly a year now.

The dinner progresses smoothly, the table alive with chatter and laughter, but Adam stays close. His arm brushes yours now and again, sometimes intentional, sometimes not, and each time he feels the warmth of your skin through his sleeve, it takes everything in him to play it cool.

As the night wears on and dessert is served, one of your friends leans over with a smirk. “So, what’s the plan for the rest of the night? We hitting up a bar or something?”

You grin. “Sounds like a plan to me.”

Adam leans back in his chair, eyes fixed on you even as you direct your attention elsewhere. He can’t help but wonder what you’d do if he pulled you aside tonight, told you how he really feels. Would you laugh it off, thinking he’s just joking around? Or would you stare at him in that way that makes his knees go weak, and tell him you’ve been waiting for him to say something all along?

“Guess I’ll tag along,” he says, his voice lower than usual.

You glance at him, grinning. “You sure you don’t have some wild cowboy plans tonight?”

He chuckles, but there’s a rough edge to it. “No plans better than celebrating your birthday.”

His words come out so smoothly, you don’t think twice about them, though the others exchange glances again. It’s not lost on them that Adam rarely, if ever, makes plans with anyone outside of work. And yet, here he is, sitting next to you all night, showing no intention of leaving your side.

As the group begins to gather their things, preparing to head out, you stand up and stretch. “Alright, time to go.”

Adam gets up too, his gaze trailing over you before he pulls his hat down lower over his eyes. If anyone noticed how tense he’s been tonight, they don’t say anything, though you catch the way one of your friends gives him a knowing smirk as the two of you walk side by side out of the restaurant.

The bar is dimly lit, quieter than the average nightlife spot, but still lively with a low hum of conversation and the occasional clink of glasses. It’s laid-back, the kind of place where jeans fit in just as easily as leather jackets and relaxed smiles. A cozy lounge with a polished wood bar and soft music—not quite honkytonk but with enough of a country undercurrent to keep the vibe friendly.

After dinner, your group spills into the place, a few of your friends immediately claiming a booth while others head to the bar to order drinks. You’re standing by the entrance, looking around the room, when Adam appears by your side, his hand gently brushing your elbow.

“I’ll get your first drink,” he offers, his voice smooth but that Southern accent slipping in, adding a lazy warmth to the words.

You smile up at him. “Thanks, Adam. I’ll take whatever you’re having.”

He grins, tipping his hat slightly before heading toward the bar. Your eyes follow him without thinking, taking in the way his jeans fit snugly over his frame. But before you can start to wonder why you’re staring, one of your friends sidles up to you, nudging your side with a knowing smile.

“So, Adam’s here, huh?” she teases.

You laugh lightly. “Yeah, I mean, he was invited, too.”

She raises an eyebrow, her voice dropping just a little as she leans in. “You think he’s single? Or is he seeing someone?”

The question catches you off guard. You blink, processing it for a moment. Adam Page? Seeing someone? For some reason, the idea of him with another woman makes your chest feel tight, though you don’t know why.

You fumble for a response. “Uh… I’m not sure.”

Your friend shrugs, her eyes flicking over to where Adam is standing at the bar, his cowboy hat slightly tilted back as he chats with the bartender. “He’s pretty hot. Think it’d be cool if I, you know, hit on him?”

A strange sensation rolls through you, like a spark of something unwelcome. The image of her cozying up to Adam, flirting, maybe even going home with him tonight—it unsettles you in a way you can’t quite name. You’re not possessive of him. He’s not yours. You don’t even have feelings for him… right?

But still, you hear yourself saying, “I think… he might be seeing someone.”

Your friend looks surprised, raising an eyebrow. “Really? Who?”

You hesitate for a beat, knowing you don’t have a good answer. “I’m not sure. He doesn’t talk about it much.” It’s a half-lie, but it’s enough to stop her from pursuing the idea further. Inside, though, you can’t help but wonder why you said it—why the thought of Adam with someone else stirred something deep within you.

As if on cue, Adam returns, two drinks in hand. He hands one to you, his fingers brushing against yours for a split second longer than necessary. You ignore the flutter in your stomach as you take a sip, the cool liquid sliding down your throat.

“Thanks,” you say, giving him a small smile.

Adam’s eyes linger on yours for a moment before he nods toward the small dance floor in the corner of the bar. “Wanna dance?”

Your friends are still scattered around the lounge, deep in their own conversations, and the music is soft enough that dancing seems more like an intimate thing than a group activity. But something in Adam’s tone makes it impossible to say no.

“Sure,” you reply, setting your drink down on the nearest table.

He leads you toward the floor, and at first, it’s easy. The two of you start dancing with a respectable distance between your bodies, the movements casual and unassuming. You let yourself relax into the rhythm, laughing at something he says about how out of practice he is when it comes to dancing. It’s fun, lighthearted… until it’s not.

The space between you starts to shrink, bit by bit. His arm brushes against yours. His knee bumps into yours. And soon, the soft beat of the music seems to guide you closer together, until there’s barely a breath of space left between you.

You’re facing him now, your bodies moving in sync as the rest of the world blurs around you. It’s as if everything else fades, leaving only the two of you on this dance floor. His hands find your waist, pulling you closer as you let yourself lean into the warmth of his body.

And then, almost without thinking, you turn around, your back pressing against his chest, the curve of your hips brushing against him as you move to the beat. You feel him still for a moment, the air between you thickening. His hands settle on your waist, his fingers gripping just a little tighter.

You arch your back, pressing into him further. He lets out a low chuckle, and you feel the rumble of it against your spine.

“You know what you’re doing to me, don’t you?” he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear.

You swallow hard, a shiver running down your spine. “What do you mean?”

Adam leans in closer, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “You act all innocent and look so sweet, but I know what a dirty mind you really have.”

The words send a thrill through you, heat pooling low in your belly. He’s always been good at getting under your skin, but this? This is different. This is something you can’t ignore.

His grip on your waist tightens as he pulls you against him, the hard line of his body pressing into yours. “You know what you’re doing to me, darlin’,” he whispers, his voice low and rough.

You bite your lip, tilting your head back just enough to catch his eye. “Maybe I do.”

Adam’s breath hitches, and for a moment, neither of you move, the tension between you crackling like electricity.

“You’re coming home with me tonight,” he says, and it’s not a question.

Your heart skips a beat, the heat between you burning hotter. But you’re not ready to give in just yet. You turn your head slightly, giving him a challenging smile. “I don’t like being told what to do,” you murmur, “unless I’m naked and underneath you.”

A slow grin spreads across his face, his eyes dark with want. “That can be arranged.”

Your heart is pounding in your chest as Adam’s words hang in the air, thick with desire. His hands are still resting on your waist, holding you close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off him. For a split second, you’re tempted to just give in—to let the night end exactly the way he’s suggesting. But then, a playful glint sparks in your eyes.

You take a small step away from him, turning to face him fully. The slight distance between your bodies makes his hands fall from your waist, and you can feel the surprise in his eyes as you smirk up at him.

“Maybe,” you say, your tone light and teasing, but with just enough edge to keep him guessing. “But you’re going to have to work a little harder than that, cowboy.”

Adam raises an eyebrow, a slow smile curling his lips as he watches you, clearly not expecting that response. “Oh, am I now?” he says, his voice rich with amusement.

“Mm-hmm,” you hum, turning away with a little shrug as if the heat between you hadn’t just spiked moments ago. You flash him a quick, challenging look over your shoulder. “You’ll have to prove you can keep up.”

Before he can respond, you slip through the crowd of your friends and back toward the booth where your drinks sit, leaving Adam standing there with a grin tugging at his mouth. You can feel his eyes on you as you move, and you love it—the way the tension is still there, but now it’s a game.

You rejoin the group with a carefree smile, plopping down in the booth and taking a sip of your drink like nothing out of the ordinary just happened. But one of your friends isn’t so easily fooled.

“So…” she begins, sliding into the seat next to you, her voice low with curiosity. “What was that about?”

You blink, feigning innocence. “What was what about?”

She gives you a look, clearly not buying it. “You and Adam. I swear, the two of you looked like you were about to combust on the dance floor. And don’t think I didn’t notice the way he’s been eyeing you all night.”

You take another sip of your drink, glancing at her with a coy smile. “We’re just dancing.”

Your friend snorts. “Yeah, and I’m a professional ballerina.” She nudges your arm. “Come on, you can’t tell me you don’t feel something between you two.”

You hesitate, your mind replaying the way Adam’s body had pressed against yours, the way his breath had tickled your ear, the way his words had sent a shiver through you. Something about him always gets under your skin, but admitting that to anyone—even yourself—feels like giving up control. And you like being in control.

“I don’t know,” you say, your voice softening. “He’s… I mean, it’s just Adam. We’re coworkers.”

Your friend raises an eyebrow. “That doesn’t mean there can’t be something more.”

Before you can respond, the man himself saunters back over to the table, his presence unmistakable. He catches your eye with that same easy smile, but there’s a glimmer of determination now—a spark that tells you he’s ready to rise to your challenge.

He sits back down next to you, just close enough that your knees bump under the table. “What’d I miss?” Adam asks, his voice low, but there’s an unmistakable playfulness behind it. You can feel his energy, the way he’s waiting for your next move.

Your friend gives you a knowing look before sliding out of the booth to go join some of the others. You’re alone with Adam again, and the air around you feels charged.

“Just talking,” you say, trying to keep your voice steady, though the proximity of him is already doing things to your composure. “About how you might need to step up your game if you’re planning on taking anyone home tonight.”

Adam’s eyes gleam with interest, and he leans in, just enough that his voice drops to that deep, rumbling tone that always seems to get to you. “You know,” he says, his lips curving into a grin, “I think you like making me work for it.”

“Maybe,” you say with a shrug, not looking at him but instead focusing on the rim of your glass. “But isn’t that part of the fun?”

His hand slides casually along the back of the booth, brushing your shoulder. It’s a small gesture, but it sends a spark of heat through you. “For you, maybe,” he murmurs, his voice lower now. “But darlin’, I’m a man who knows what he wants. And what I want—” His words trail off as he leans in a little closer, his lips brushing against your ear just enough to make you shiver. “—is you.”

The words send a thrill racing through you, but you’re not about to give in so easily. You turn your head slightly, your lips almost grazing his cheek as you meet his gaze. “Like I said… you’re going to have to work a little harder than that.”

Adam chuckles, a deep, warm sound that sends heat rolling through you. “I’m up for the challenge,” he says softly, his hand brushing yours under the table. “And something tells me you want me to win.”

Before you can respond, a few of your friends make their way back to the table, oblivious to the tension radiating between you and Adam. As the night goes on, the playful banter continues, your friends exchanging knowing glances as they catch on to the back-and-forth. They may not know the details, but it’s clear to them that something’s brewing between you two.

But for now, you’re content to let Adam chase. You can feel his eyes on you, the way his gaze lingers when you laugh, the way he watches you when you talk to the others. And every now and then, you meet his stare, the silent challenge still hanging in the air.

By the end of the night, you know the game isn’t over—not by a long shot. You stand up to leave, giving Adam a quick glance over your shoulder as your friends start saying their goodbyes.

“Maybe next time,” you say, your voice soft but teasing as you catch his eye one last time.

Adam smirks, tipping his cowboy hat with a slow nod. “I’ll hold you to that.”

As you walk out of the bar, your heart races with anticipation. You don’t know when the next move will come, but one thing’s for sure—you’re not done playing this game with Adam Page just yet.

As the night winds down, you part ways with your friends, your laughter lingering in the cool night air as everyone says their goodbyes. Adam had stayed back at the bar with a few of the others, sharing a few more drinks and swapping stories. You can’t help but feel a twinge of disappointment as you glance back, noticing that he hadn’t even made a move to leave with you. Had he given up the chase?

It stings a little more than you want to admit. After everything tonight—the playful back-and-forth, the heat that simmered between you, the unspoken promises—you thought for sure he’d try harder, push just a little further. But maybe this was just a game to him after all.

With a small sigh, you make your way back to your hotel. The elevator ride up to your floor feels oddly quiet, the lingering buzz of the night fading. You’re almost embarrassed at how much you’d let yourself get swept up in the idea of Adam wanting you. He did want you, didn’t he? Or had you just imagined it all?

You fumble with your keycard, trying to shake the thoughts from your mind as you step off the elevator and head toward your room. The hallway is dimly lit, and the sound of your footsteps echo off the walls as you near your door. All you can think about now is sinking into bed, forgetting the flutter in your chest every time Adam looked at you tonight.

But then, you see him.

Leaning casually against the wall right next to your door, arms crossed, that signature cowboy hat pulled low over his eyes. His dark jeans cling to his legs, and the black bandana around his neck is the final touch to his laid-back but unmistakably commanding presence. His eyes flick up to meet yours as you approach, and you freeze.

He’s been waiting for you.

“Adam?” you ask, your voice laced with surprise and confusion. You stop a few steps short of your door, your pulse quickening at the sight of him. “What…what are you doing here?”

Adam uncrosses his arms, pushing off the wall with the ease of someone who’s completely in control. He takes a slow, deliberate step toward you, his gaze never leaving yours.

“You didn’t really think I’d let you walk away that easy, did you?” he drawls, his Southern accent making every word sound like a lazy promise.

Your heart skips a beat as he closes the distance between you. The hallway feels smaller now, the air between you heavy with anticipation. You had been so sure that he was done, that the game had ended. But here he is, standing just inches away from you, and the heat that had simmered between you all night suddenly flares back to life.

“You looked like you were having fun back there,” you say, trying to sound nonchalant as you gesture vaguely toward the direction of the bar. “I didn’t think you’d—”

“Didn’t think I’d what?” he interrupts, his voice low and gravelly as he takes another step closer. “Come after you?”

Your breath catches in your throat. The way he’s looking at you now—it’s not just playful anymore. There’s something more in his eyes, something deeper, and you can feel it pulling you in.

“I thought maybe you’d given up,” you admit, your voice barely a whisper now.

Adam’s eyes darken, his jaw tightening as if he’s weighing his next words carefully. Then, without warning, his hand reaches out, gently tilting your chin up so that you’re forced to meet his gaze. His touch is firm but careful, the rough pads of his fingers sending a shiver through you.

“Darlin’,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing lightly along your jawline. “When it comes to you, I don’t give up that easy.”

You swallow hard, your heart pounding in your chest as his words sink in. There’s no escaping the intensity of the moment now, no brushing off the tension between you as just a bit of harmless fun. It’s real. And it’s right in front of you.

Your eyes flick to his lips for a brief second, the temptation overwhelming, but you manage to hold back. You can’t let him see how much you want him… at least not yet. So, instead, you give him a small, teasing smile and step back just enough to break his touch.

“Still,” you say, tilting your head coyly. “You’re going to have to work harder than that.”

Adam’s expression shifts, amusement dancing in his eyes as he watches you pull away. He chuckles softly, shaking his head as if he’s enjoying every second of this. “You keep sayin’ that,” he says, his voice dropping an octave. “But I think you’re the one who’s been wanting me to catch you all night.”

You don’t answer, but the silence between you is telling enough. You both know what’s happening here, and yet the push and pull makes it all the more intoxicating. Your body is already buzzing with adrenaline, with the promise of what could happen next.

Adam takes a small step forward, crowding your space again. This time, he doesn’t wait for you to pull back. He leans down, his lips so close to your ear that you can feel the warmth of his breath as he speaks.

“I’m not goin’ anywhere tonight,” he whispers, his voice low and rough. “So how about you stop runnin’ and let me in?”

You close your eyes, your pulse quickening as his words wash over you. The desire between you two is undeniable now, and the only question left is how long you’re willing to drag this out.

You open your eyes and turn to face him fully, a slow smile creeping across your lips as you consider your next move. With a deep breath, you finally give him what he’s been waiting for.

“Okay, cowboy,” you say softly, your voice barely more than a whisper. “You win.”

Adam’s eyes flash with triumph, and before you can even process what’s happening, he’s got his arm around your waist, pulling you into him. His lips crash against yours, and everything you’ve been holding back all night suddenly surges to the surface. The kiss is fierce, intense, and you can feel every ounce of the tension that’s been building between you two all night in the way his hands grip your body, in the way he kisses you like he’s been waiting for this moment forever.

When you finally pull back, breathless and flushed, Adam looks down at you, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

“Now that’s more like it,” he murmurs, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

You can’t help but laugh, the tension between you shifting from fiery to something lighter, more playful. But the desire is still there, burning under the surface, and you know tonight is far from over.

With a quick swipe of your keycard, you unlock the door to your hotel room and push it open. Adam follows close behind, his presence unmistakable as you both step inside, the door clicking shut behind you.

And just like that, the chase is over. But the night? It’s only just beginning.

The door closes with a soft click behind you, but the sound feels louder, heavier in the quiet space of your hotel room. Adam steps further in, his presence filling the room with a palpable intensity. You don’t say a word, not as you take a few steps back, the carpet soft under your feet, not as you let the tension between you stretch out for just a moment longer.

Adam’s eyes stay on you, dark and heated, as he pulls off his hat, tossing it casually onto the chair by the window. You watch, your heart thundering in your chest, as his fingers tug the black bandana from around his neck, the slow unraveling sending your pulse racing.

“Been waiting for this,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough as he takes a step toward you, closing the gap once again. His words send a shiver down your spine, the reality of the moment settling in now. This isn’t just a game anymore.

It’s happening.

You can feel the shift, the weight of the desire between you pressing in, but there’s no fear. No hesitation. Just the thrill of knowing exactly where this night is going.

Adam reaches for you, his hands firm as they slide around your waist, pulling you into him. Your breath hitches as you feel the solid warmth of his body against yours, his strength undeniable as he cups your face with one hand, his thumb brushing over your cheek.

You tilt your head up to him, your lips parting slightly as your eyes meet his. The tension is electric, buzzing between you, but there’s something else now too—a tenderness, a kind of vulnerability that neither of you has shown until now.

“I’ve wanted you for so damn long,” he murmurs, his voice dropping into that Southern drawl that makes every word sound like a promise. His forehead rests against yours for a moment, his breath mingling with yours, his hands holding you close, like he’s savoring this before taking the final step.

Your heart pounds in your chest, your hands finding their way to his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin through the fabric of his shirt. You let out a breathless laugh, the nervous excitement bubbling up inside you.

“I didn’t think you were ever going to make a move,” you confess softly, your fingers gripping the material of his shirt as you lean into him.

Adam chuckles, his lips brushing against your temple as his arms tighten around you. “Trust me, darlin’,” he whispers against your skin, his voice thick with heat. “I’ve been dying to.”

And then his lips are on yours again, but this time it’s different. It’s not just a kiss—it’s everything. It’s all the words he hasn’t said, all the looks he’s given you, all the moments where the tension between you threatened to spill over. It’s need and want and raw desire, wrapped up in one fierce, breathless kiss.

Your hands slide up his chest, fingers tangling in his hair as you pull him closer, your body pressed tight against his. Adam’s grip on you is firm, possessive, like he’s been waiting for this moment for longer than he’ll admit. His tongue brushes against your lips, and you part them without hesitation, the kiss deepening as his hands roam your body, exploring every curve, every inch of you that he can reach.

You break the kiss just long enough to pull his shirt up and over his head, tossing it to the floor in a messy heap. Adam’s hands follow suit, sliding under your shirt, his fingers grazing the bare skin of your waist, sending a shiver through you. You’re suddenly desperate to feel him against you, to close the distance that’s still between you.

The rest of your clothes come off in a blur of motion, discarded carelessly around the room as the two of you stumble toward the bed. Your back hits the mattress, the cool sheets a stark contrast to the heat building between you as Adam leans over you, his hands braced on either side of your head.

For a moment, he just looks at you—his gaze sweeping over your body, the hunger in his eyes unmistakable. But there’s something more there, too. Something that makes your heart race even faster.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” he says, his voice rough with want. His hand slides down your side, his fingers skimming the curve of your waist before gripping your hip, pulling you closer to him. His lips find yours again, softer this time, like he’s savoring the feel of you.

The weight of him above you is intoxicating, every inch of your body buzzing with anticipation as his kisses trail down your neck, his breath hot against your skin. You arch into him, your fingers gripping his shoulders, your mind spinning with how badly you want him.

And then his hands are on you, exploring you in a way that leaves no part of you untouched, no inch of skin ignored. The sensation of his touch is overwhelming, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body as his lips follow the path his hands have already taken.

It’s almost too much—the way he’s looking at you, the way he’s touching you, the way he’s making you feel like you’re the only person in the world right now. You’re burning for him, aching for him, and when he finally presses into you, it’s like everything falls into place.

The gasp that leaves your lips is swallowed by his kiss, and for a moment, all you can feel is him. The heat, the intensity, the overwhelming sense of rightness that comes with every movement, every sound, every breathless whisper of your name.

Adam moves slowly at first, his hands braced on either side of you as his lips find yours again. But it doesn’t stay slow for long. The tension between you, the months of unspoken desire, the build-up of everything you’ve kept bottled up—it all spills over now, in the way he holds you, in the way his body moves against yours, in the way you respond to him without hesitation.

It’s primal, intense, but there’s a sweetness to it too. The way he presses his forehead to yours, the way he whispers your name like it’s something sacred, the way his hands never stop touching you, even as your bodies move together in a rhythm that feels like it’s been building for so long.

You lose track of time—of everything but him. The world outside the walls of this hotel room doesn’t exist anymore. There’s just Adam, and the way he’s making you feel, and the way you never want this moment to end.

But eventually, it does. And when it does, you’re left breathless, your body still humming with the aftershocks of everything you just shared.

Adam collapses next to you, his chest heaving as he pulls you into his arms, his breath hot against your neck. Neither of you says anything for a long moment, the silence between you filled with the sound of your breathing, the quiet aftermath of what you’ve just crossed.

Finally, Adam speaks, his voice low and rough in your ear.

“Should’ve done that a long time ago,” he murmurs, his hand resting on your hip, holding you close.

You smile, your eyes closing as you snuggle into him, your body still pressed against his. “Yeah,” you whisper, your voice soft and content. “You really should have.”

And just like that, the line between you has been crossed. There’s no going back now. And truth be told, you don’t want to.

[nagdabbit]

oh, the bliss is gonna make you see

words: 1.2k

jon moxleywheeler "Sadder Patty Hearst" yuta

tags/warnings: bad bdsm etiquette, mildly dubious consent, submission as manipulation, yuta is in denial, transactional violence

(this was written in a haze of food poisoning delirium)

also on ao3

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Mox is already there when the hotel room door clicks shut at his back. The man is already naked, already waiting, already watching Yuta with a smug sort of smile as he grinds a piece of gum between his teeth. It's the usual scene these days.

He's no longer surprised that he was allowed to walk the halls alone again, allowed to enter the room of his own volition, without having to be frogmarched along by one of his looming shadows. It's the one time they fall away from him, the one time they give him space, and he knows what it's for: the illusion of choice. They allow him this chance to run simply because they know he won't. He hadn't run the first few times he'd been summoned to Mox’s room, after all. Mox wanted it that way these days. 

He doesn't bother saying anything as he carefully steps further into the room, no use in negotiating anymore, no use in protesting or backing out or leaving. He's in too deep now. It starts and ends when Mox wants, that's the way this goes. He's the one with the power, he's the king, now. The scene starts when Yuta enters the room, and it stops when Mox says. 

As he steps closer, his eyes are drawn to the bed. There are all manner of toys laid out across the mattress, standing out stark and vulgar against the clean, white sheets. More implements of torture than pleasure, all of them there because that's what Mox wanted. They weren't for Yuta, not really. Had he the choice, they wouldn't be there at all.

A month ago, maybe two, Yuta would have been salivating at the sight. He'd have been eager as a puppy, pawing at Jon to let him play. Those days were no more, they died suffocating.

Mox is still smacking his gum, cheeks dimpled around that little grin of his. Yuta used to think him handsome, tracing the lines of a hard life lived. He used to know the scars across his skin, used to know each and every story they told. He used to work so hard for that smug grin, used to work for the chance to trace ancient constellations across the skin of his back, used to love being caught up in Mox's plans and games. 

He doesn't like this game anymore.

He slaps Mox across the cheek before he can think better of it. But the man's shoulders give a little shake, as if he's suppressing a laugh. As he turns back, teeth bared as he gives a smarmy little grin, Yuta slaps him again.

This one is hard enough to knock the gum from between Mox’s teeth, letting it fall to the floor. He doesn't pause to clean it up, nor does he tell Mox to. It'll get ground into the carpet fibers, a forgotten bystander in the ensuing tussle, and he doesn't even pause to think of cost he'll be charged for it. 

When Mox looks at him again, his eyes are dancing, but he at least pretends to be contrite. It starts and ends when Mox wants, and this is what he wants from him. Violence, sweat and blood. Right here, now, Mox will let him win. He'll allow Yuta a few moments of having the upper hand, give him the illusion of control. But it starts and it stops when Mox says, and Yuta will follow along as he always does.

In a few moments he will launch himself at Mox, wrestling him down until he can lock the man up in loops of rope and leather. He'll think about the next stop, the next show, the next hotel room, just as he always does. He'll imagine himself walking past the door, rather than digging out the keyboard Marina will press into his palm. He'll bind the man's arms tight enough to hurt, because that's what Mox wants from him. He'll kick Mox’s legs out from under him, shove him to the floor—not the bed, never again, not after everything he's done—and viciously attack each and every vulnerable spot bared to him. 

He’ll leave teeth marks in the soft skin of his throat, a warning that won't be heeded, and he'll walk away next time. He'll bruise his own hand layering violent and dark bruises upon each tender but of skin he can find. He'll make it hurt to walk or sit or even breathe, and make Mox carry a reminder of all the anger and rage and shame and guilt and fear he's forced Yuta to carry. That will be his final taste of Yuta, because he'll walk away next time. He'll unleash a red hot anger that Mox wants from Yuta, a fire he's been building since the start. And then he'll walk away.

He'll shove Mox down and fuck him there on the floor, thrusts hard and violent enough to scrape a carpet burn across his dimpled cheek. 

He'll leave Mox there, knowing that Claudio will come for him within a few moments, listening through the adjoining door as he always does. He'll leave Mox in a heap, cock heavy and hands turning red and cold, knowing there's no point, that there's no danger or consequence or lesson for the older man to learn.

There will be a vile, acidic burn at the back of his throat as he leaves, as there's been each time before. Another shame, different than that he'd choked down while Bryan struggled beneath his hands, will eat at him through the coming days, until it falls silent beneath the swell of his rage. A shame that says he's just like them. A shame that lies to him, tells him there was always a choice. There was always another way, another path, and he chose to stay.

He could've gone down gasping for breath at Bryan's side, ended his career just as it was getting started. It could've been his hand between a hammer and a hard place, his neck on the line.

There was never a choice. 

So he'll batter Mox to pieces, just the way he wants. He'll do what is needed of him, because that is what he chose to do. He'll choose to live, and fall into line, as he always does.

In front of him, Mox is still waiting for him to move. 

The lie acting itself out across his face is barely maintained repentance. He'll play the part of the whipping boy now, because that's what he wants Yuta to believe. A punching bag to work out his frustrations on, so he'll blindly follow along at Mox’s heels, knowing he'll soon get a key card and some rope and a few quiet moments to exact his pound of flesh.

Next time, Yuta will walk away. The scene will never start, because he won't be there to let the door fall shut behind him, locking him willfully in. It starts when Mox says, but next time Yuta won't even be there to be stopped. Next time, he'll choose. 

But now, watching the lie fade back into that smug little grin, Yuta pulls his arm back a third time. This is what Mox wants, but Yuta can't deny that a part of him—slavering away in the pit of his gut like a rabid dog—wants it, too. 

His palm lands with a crack, and Mox pretends to yield as Yuta launches himself into the fray.