#aj takers x you

[thesassypadawan]

Santa Tell Me (A.J. x Button!Reader)

Summary:  It’s Christmas Eve and you except your boyfriend of year to pop the question…again.  However, before he can…you surprise him with a special gift of your own.

Warnings: 18+ (mdni), because there’s sooo much of the fluff with a bit of the smut. Fun from behind (giddy up), misuse of a jolly old elf’s hat, size diff, ho ho hoe lingerie, and… A.J.’s big, fat dick.

Notes:  Happy Holidays, lovelies!  Welcome to track seven of my special holiday mix, Santa Tell Me! ❤️💚

(Merry Christmas, @everydaydreamer! And thank you for making the perfect pic for this! 🎅)

- ‘Santa, tell me if you're really there…  Don't make me fall in love again if he won't be here next year…’

- One big hand comes to settle on your hip, squeezing gently.  The other taking your smaller one, lazily lacing and intertwining your fingers together.  Swaying you both slowly back and forth to the familiar, festive music.  Blue eyes locked with yours in the mirror’s reflection; gaze warm, affectionate…loving.

- “Look absolutely flawless, doll,” he mutters.  Voice low and gravelly, rumbling deep in his chest…through your petite frame.  Goosebumps forming on your skin…and not from the nonexistent chill in the air.  “Gorgeous like always, ‘cept it’s missin’ one thing.”

- You knew all too well where the conversation was going.  In the short year you two have been an item, you’ve heard it at least a dozen or so times.  The same sweet, endearing request; accompanied by the same little, velvet box.  That he seems to make appear out of nowhere, just like…

- “Oh, baby,” you sigh, hint of sadness in your words.  Watching A.J. pull it out from his vest pocket, fiddle and roll it with his long digits.  “I know you want to marry me bad, but…”

- Words fall short when he pops the lid open.  Revealing not a ring.  Instead what was easily the most beautiful, breathtaking opal necklace you’ve ever seen.

- “I know, I know…‘we’ll see’,” he chuckles.  Repeating your usual response, while helping you put it on.  Calloused fingertips brushing, lingering for an extra moment or two on the nape of your neck.  “Someday though, it’s gonna be…‘yes’.”

- Slight smile pulling at the corners of your pink tinted lips.  As you admire the way it sparkles in the twinkling light, the fact he remembered the significance of this stone.  At the amount of faith, patience he has in and when it comes to you.  Plus a few other things.  “Yeah…we’ll see.”

- Shrugging, leaning down he places a tender kiss on your cheek…the top of your head.  “Come on, we better get goin’.”  Before straightening up once more, giving a quick tap to your perfect bottom.  “Don’t wanna be too late to the party.”

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- All evening long, you’re very much an inseparable pair.  Never one without the other, practically glued together at the hip. 

- With you holding onto, pressing into his side.  Peppermint swirled nails occasionally trailing up his spine, gently scratching a certain spot between his shoulder blades.  That has him grunting softly in appreciation…those lean muscles contorting, relaxing beneath your welcomed touch.

- As for him, well…  Hardly a minute passes when he doesn't have an arm wrapped around your waist or a palm resting on the small of your back.  Fingers rubbing, massaging.  Sometimes traveling a bit lower, under the hem of your cocktail dress when he thinks no one is looking…drawing out a tiny, muffled squeak from you each time.

- But on the rare instance when you weren’t attached to your better half.  You could be spotted with the rest of the ladies.  Mingling, being asked, more like grilled, on whether you finally caved…finally gave him the answer he wants to hear and officially join their patchwork family. 

- “We’ll see,” you would reply simply and politely.  Smiling coyly over the rim of your glass, at his turned back from across the room.  Watching as he folded another hand in the guys’ silly card game.  Listening to him echo your own words, undoubtedly given the same question.

- All in all, he whole night went by in what feels like a blur.  Of hearty laughs, variety of decadent treats, one too many cups of good cheer…a few stolen kisses below the mistletoe.  And, soon enough, you find yourself tugging on A.J.’s hand.  Bring him level, whispering in his ear for you to be whisked home.  Where the real party could begin, the best part yet to come…his last gift.

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- Crashing through the front door, nearly chipping the paint and knocking a picture off the wall.  Tongues tangled, lips meshed together in perfect harmony.  With your digits unabashedly pulling at his belt, fumbling for his fly.  And his slipping beneath the folds of your skirt; seeking out that string of mysterious, elusive lace felt during his earlier escapades.

- “Don’t be stingy, sweetheart,” he murmurs between heated kisses.  Hand inching ever higher, palm cupping and kneading a sweet cheek.  “It’s already after midnight.”  Thumb nonchalantly hooking, fiddling with the delicate fabric teasingly…letting it snap.  “Wanna open my present.”

- Jumping slightly, a squeal mixed with an excited giggle bubble up from your throat.  “Mmmh, all right.”   All the while rubbing, massaging that delectable bulge; enticing it to grow, strain the front of his trousers.  “Since you’ve been such a good boy this year.”  Giving it one last gentle squeeze, earning one more grunt.  Before…

- Gone for only a hot minute or two, you return to find him lounging naked on the couch.  Arms draped over the back lazily, long legs spread casually.  Santa hat perched perfectly, barely covering his candy cane and sack of goodies.  “That’s certainly a look, J.”

- Smirking, rising to his feet.  He keeps the jolly old elf’s cap securely in place as he saunters over, comes to meet you in front of the panoramic window.  Fingertips tangling, playing with the ribbon wound and tied perfectly around…  “Says the woman wearin’ paper like a dress.”

- Anticipating the inevitable sassy quip that would undoubtedly come, he acts quickly and smoothly.  “Not that I’m complain’.”  Bending, burying his face into the crook of your neck.  Lavishing your sugar cookie scented skin in love bites and nips.  “Or grateful.”

-As he tears away, takes his time. Savoring, slowly and carefully unwrapping.  “Musta been real good.”  Revealing the sexy, little ho-ho-hoe number that lay beneath.  “To deserve somethin’ this sweet…”

- Skillfully and in a single, fluid motion.  A.J. whirls, twirls you to the music that plays softly in the background.  “…exquisite…”  Pushing you against the cool glass.  Pinning and holding, encompassing you completely with his larger frame. Stocking hat left forgotten on the floor, laying amongst the shreds of discarded paper.  “…wonderful like ya.”

- Eyes hungrily sweep and take in your red, tulle clad form.  Meeting, locking with yours in the reflective surface.  “Now, on them tip-toes, baby doll…”  Palm smoothing down your semi- clothed back, following the intricate details and patterns of the bustier.  Settling on your hip, tugging on it a bit too roughly.  “…lemme try out my new toy.”

- Eagerly you ease, precariously balance on them.  Sparks of anticipation bursting, bemused smile crossing your face.  Watching him still have to slouch, crouch slightly.  To align himself with your aching entrance.  “Sure you’re not too big for this one?”

- Laying tender, adoring kisses along your spine.  His free hand finds, gropes a pert breast.  “Nah, not too big.”  Thumb swirls, fingertips rolls and pinches your pebbled bud.  Fat tip prods, teases at your soaked folds core.  “Always liked my playthings to be a little on the small…”  Surging forward, steadily stretching.  Forcing your tight cunny to open with his thick cock.  “Fuck…side.”

- Moaning, whimpering…nails scramble, scratch lightly.  Palms flatten, brace against the steamed-up glass.  While he thrusts, pounds into you unbridled and wild.  Toned chest pressed to, resting his full weight onto you.  A.J. looms above, grunting and groaning in your ear each time he bottoms out.  Increasing his pace with every powerful drive.

- “So…shit…”  Bullying and hitting, bruising your cervix over and over.  “Lemme get…”  The heat rises, pools in the pit of your stomach.  “Lemme get this straight…”  Peak approaching swiftly, gummy walls fluttering and burning.  “You’ll become the Clause Man’s wife before m-mine?”

- Body tenses, goes ridged.  Starts to shake from all the overwhelming pleasure that courses through.  “Who…who said that wasn’t you…”  You can feel him twitching and throbbing.  Shuddering as he draws closer to his own release, mind-numbing orgasm.  “That you’re not San-San…”

- Slamming hard, you both cry out in bliss.  You clamping and clenching, gushing all over him.  While he paints your insides a sticky, snowy white; stuffing your little stocking nice and full.

- Panting, knees shaking.  He helps you back down onto your feet.  Immediately wrapping, swallowing up your unsteady form in his strong arms.  Laughing happily and joyfully.  Peppering the top of your crown in frantic, loving kisses.  All because you finally agreed.  Said the one thing he’s been waiting to hear since he first presented you with that little, velvet box.  “Then I guess ya better call me Santa… Mrs. Clause.”

- Bursting out into a fit of giggles, sporting an elated grin.  You tilt your head back, teasing playfully…finally getting in a smart remark.  “So, Santa…tell me what else you want?”

- “Yeah, actually.”  Mirroring your smile, he starts to lazily rock…buck and rut again.  “I could think of one thing or two.  Maybe even three.” 

- Santa, tell me if he really cares…  'Cause I can't give it all away if he won't be here next year…’

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[adorbzliz]

ok so you know how people have that sam and scott twin brother au?

hear me out…

THEM GROWN??

(scott being aj and sam being james, obviously with their same names but yk)

and it could kind of have the same plot as american heist (loosely) where scott wanted to impress y/n after their breakup by being a ‘bad boy’ and actually fell into some bad things causing him to run from the law most of his life, relying on his brother who changed his ways for the better since he was a teenager but always ends up in trouble for his twin

i’m cooking 🧑‍🍳

[jediavengers]

Happy birthday to the literal loml. Hayden i love u and i hope you have the best day 🩵

[skyguys-princess]

hey I don't know if you'll take this request but if you do thank you

Can you do one where AJ (takers) goes with the reader who everyone think is not his type but there a mystery within her she saved the team from getting killed. Ending Ghost. Without them knowing and they find out what she does

Omg u read my bloody mind. I have a similar ish concept in my drafts. I don’t want to spoil too much. But I’m going to rewatch the movie before I start, but yes ABSOLUTELY I’ll work on it.

And requests, asks and just pure rants about whatever you want to talk about are welcome x

[lunarnightt]

James Kelly and AJ from takers

I was listening to Eminem and Rihanna's song Love The Way You Lie and I CAN NOT stop thinking about Aj and James!

James and AJ would never physically touch you purposely but do I think when they are under a lot of pressure and stress it would happen? a hundred percent.JAMES

JAMES

The song is so James and Reader coded it's not funny. You two are arguing because James is willingly doing a heist with Frankie, leaving you behind with the worry of him possibly getting arrested. He lashes out, saying things he didn't mean which makes you break down crying.

He hates taking it out on you, why? because you're his girl. The one he was supposed to protect so when he sees you break down like that and knows he's the reason; it breaks his heart.

He would pull you into his arms, his hand rubbing your head as your face is buried into the crook of his neck. "I'm so sorry angel, I never meant to make you cry" He would whisper as he kissed you on the side of the head.

AJ

With Aj, it's the same ball game but a bigger problem. This song and the second part Rihanna wrote would be the entire reader and Aj's relationship.

Ghost was going without a doubt kill him and the others the moment he got a chance too so knowing his life was at risk scared the shit out of you.

The both of you would be yelling at each other for hours and not making any progress whatsoever so it causes him to explode, throwing a glass cup at you and getting in your face― his face red from anger and a vain popping out of his neck and forehead.

You've never seen him this angry at you, sure, there have been days where he would get angry but not this angry where he looked like he was gonna strike you down.

You feel small, and weak in that moment so all you do is break down and he finally realizes what he has done. His eyes would soften and shake his head, his arms immediately pulling you into a loving embrace and holding you close

"Princess, I didn't mean to do that. I'm so sorry, you know I would never hurt you" He would say before he pulled your head away from his chest and look into your eyes.

James and Aj both love you more than anything to the point they would take a bullet for you. Aj literally does and to ensure your safety, James goes on the run until everything dies down, the both of them leaving a scar on your heart.

[slut-for-hayden-christian]

Master list~

Anakin skywalker-

~friend with benefits~ {frat boy ani au}

Summary~ Anakin just got out of his long term relationship with his childhood love papme. To help get over his heart break he starts a fwb relationship with his best friend's little sister. Unfortunately the reader falls for him (who wouldn't) she tells him and he blows up at her ending the relationship. Until a few weeks later they end up at the same party.

~dream come true~ {multiple chapters}

1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9

Summery- coming soon

Aj {takers}-

Clay beresford-

James Kelly-

Hayden Christensen-

Sam Monroe-

[oopsyoufoundme]

I fear I need more Hayden (and his characters) at Christmas fics…they’re so cute and it makes me feel so festive 😭😭❤️❤️🎄

If anyone has any recommendations- let me know! 💋💋

[s1aywalker]

꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ sweeter than a churro, she call me papi chulo. ꨄ

↷ ✩ —— an a.j. playlist. featuring: peso pluma, amy winehouse, 2pac, daddy yankee, tory lanez, ivan cornejo, cane hill, chase atlantic, isabel larosa.

[danoslvrr]

“slow dancing” - a.j. takers x reader

summary ; you’re slow dancing with aj in the kitchen of your shared penthouse.

warnings ; fluff, pet names, aj being a sweetheart.

╰┈➤ one of aj’s strong hands is wrapped securely around your waist, his free hand holding yours as you sway. his hands are scarred from years of fights and crime, yet they’re gentle with you. “it’s been a long long time” by harry james is playing softly in the background, the oldies vinyl you have on the record player shuffling through various songs.

“i missed you,” he whispers against your ear, placing a soft kiss to the shell of it. you smile, your face turning a soft shade of pink, your boyfriends sweet words and actions making your heartbeat quicken.

“i missed you too jay. so much.” you whisper back to him, still smiling. “i know, doll.” he had been gone for the robbery of the year, distant and absent more often than not. now he was back, with more money than usual, no chance of getting caught, and you two were safe in each others arms.

the music shifts, playing “moonlight serenade” by glenn miller. you smile against him, moving in slow, tiny circles as he holds you against his chest. the hand that was previously holding yours moves to stroke your hair as he hums softly along to the song. it’s silent for a moment, a comfortable silence.

finally, you break the silence. “aj?” you ask. “mhm?” “do you think we’ll find each other in every lifetime?” he smiles softly, stops moving, and chuckles, tilting your chin up so you can look at him. “of course i do, doll. you’re mine. forever.” he coos, a soft smile on his face as he resumes dancing with you.

“i’ll always find you, babydoll.”

[aj-the-cat]

Bloody Masses

Masterlist

Christian (Brood) x OC AJ

Tags: @ava-valerie @k-s-c90

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Warnings: Mentions of blood, injuries, and abuse. Please be wary when you read.

Notes: Christian deserved better in the Ministry of Darkness. No hate on Ministry Taker, but jesus did he mistreat Christian. Actually all the Brood were given the short end of the stick.

Also I dont think I've ever done an OC insert fic, so why not try now?

Blood dripped silently onto the floor, trickling down the back his shaking leg. The dank space made it hard to breathe, harder than it was already with the shaking breaths Christian tried pulling in.

His arms hung above him, tied to a thick metal pipe in the ceiling. Lash marks tore open his shirt, exposing old and new scars from past sessions like this.

A low chuckle sounded from somewhere in the dark. Christian's vision was hazy with pain, and he didn't notice the figure step out from the darkness behind him. Two more white-clad figures were pushed from the darkness and Christian's breath caught in his throat.

"We had visitors today, Christain. Your Brood was here to witness your punishment for failure." Green eyes tore through the darkness as The Undertaker stepped forward, bloody whip in hand.

"This might motivate you not to dissapoint me, hm?" He threw the whip at the other two Brood member's feet.

Edge stepped back and opened his mouth, but Gangrel held his arm. He nervously tongued at his fangs as The Undertaker turned back around.

He gripped Christians face with a claw-like grip and forced his hazy eyes to look forward into green. "When will you stop disappointing me, Christian?" Christian stayed silent, too foggy to answer.

His thumb dug into his cheek. The Undertaker tutted at Christian's inability to answer. Undertaker turned his head back to the Brood.

"You may untie him, but you must leave him. I have plans for you two tonight." He then dissappeared into the darkness, an eerie chill following him.

Christian's head hung limp as his two brothers ran up to him. Grangrel untied his hands while Edge held his limp, barely moving body. Carefully, he was set down on the cold floor, sending a cold shock through his nerves and waking him up a little.

Blood stained the concrete below him, making Gangrels nose twinge from the iron scent.

"You've untied him, now lets go." Bradshaw's rough voice came from the darkness. Edge shot a worrying glance at Christian, motionless on the ground, but followed Bradshaw's voice anyway, tailed by a grim Gangrel.

Sucking in a weak breath, Christian's eyes drooped and he floated into nothing.

*~~*~~*

Christian awoke sometime later, the pain in his back now at a low throb. His eyes fluttered open and was met with unfamiliar territory.

The room was a soft blue, casting a relaxing vibe for the small space. There werent any windows, but a door was painted black in the far end of the room.

The bed was donned in purple and black linens, completely contrasting the color for the room. The room inself was pretty bare, it had the bed and a desk in the corner, with papers and pencils littering the floor.

Christian blinked. His thoughts were running at a million miles a minute. Was this a safehouse? Did The Undertaker capture him and put him in a decieving room? Was he kidnapped? Why was he alone?

His heartrate picked up and he couldn't catch his breath. Christian curled his legs toward him and tried focusing on slowing his heartrate.

The door in the corner opened, followed by a loud thud. Hurried footsteps came to the side of the bed.

"Breathe honey, breathe. Focus on my voice, thats it." A woman's voiced softly called to Christian and disrupted his thoughts.

His breath and heartbeat calmed, and he looked at the woman who came to his aid.

Her one purple and one red eye stared back at him with relief. Black hair framed her face and stopped just above her shoulder. She also had a smattering of freckles over her cheeks, dusted with light pink. Her bottom lip was pierced with two hoops on either side.

Christian thought he couldnt breathe again. He awkwardly looked away and stared at his feet at the end of the bed. He became aware that his shirt was off and a huge bandage covered his stomach and lower back.

"I'm sorry you woke up like this, I didnt think. I should have been beside you." She apologized. "Anyways, my name's AJ."

Christian looked back at her. She looked expectantly at him. He raised his arm to his throat and made an 'X' motion at his adams apple.

AJ's eyes grew wide. "You're mute?" She asked, and Christian turned his hand as if to say 'Not exactly'.

He reached out toward her temple and touched her forehead. He screwed his eyes shut and focused.

'Are you able to hear me?' A sift male voice rang in her head, and AJ gasped. Christain let his hand fall. 'It comes as a bit of a surprise at first, I am very sorry.'

AJ blinked. "A telepath, how exciting." She regained her composire then grinned at the man beside her. He gave a small smile back.

'The way I became one is sad, unfortunately. My master became tired of my carelessness and took away my voice, causing me to learn telepathy to communicate with my brothers.'

A grim look overtook his features, and AJ put a comforting hand on his shoulder. He sighed heavily. 'I wish I could please my master, but he does not see me as a grateful servant to him.'

AJ remained silent and she tried to figure out comforting words. Christian's eyes shined with sadness and he looked at AJ. 'I am sorry that I am troubling you. You shouldn't have to care for a waste like me.'

He began to sit up but the woman beside him pushed him back down. "You should not talk any way like that about yourself. Ever. Someone may see you as nothing but a toy to abuse, but you are above that. You can break away from him. You and your brothers can get away from him and his abuse. You are your own person, you can do as you please."

Christian stared up at AJ, who didnt even notice she stood up in the first place, and his eyes shone with admiration.

'Y-you really mean that?' He asked. AJ beamed. "I can help you gain your confidence. You deser- woah ok!"

Christian grabbed AJ and pulled her into a spine crunching hug.

'Please help me.' He whispered in her head. 'Please.'

[geralt-of-baevia]

The Trouble With Wanting: Chapter Two

Chapter One | Chapter Two

Pairing: Artie (Henry Cavill) x OFC (AJ)

Word count: 3.2k

Warnings: this one doesn’t really have any! 🥰 just light and fluffy. Maybe a little angst?

Beta: None! It's just me! So, I sit in all my mistakes! Maybe one day I'll have someone beta it. Any takers?

A/N: This is where things really pick up between these two and things get real flirty! I know the last chapter was real wordy and we met a lot of people, but it’ll have been worth it! I hope! 😝😅

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Over the next week, I read the book that Artie had left. I could have easily given it back to him, or at least given it to someone to do so. Richard and Bonnie had been over multiple times and I knew that Richard was at least somewhat close with Artie from what I could tell. Although, I never knew Artie’s connection to our group of friends.

“Hey, I have a question,” I asked, looking up from the book. Ivy, Dot, and I were all lounging in the living room after work. They both looked up at me from what they were doing. Dot was working on lesson plans for her kindergarten class, and Ivy was sketching in her notebook.

“Yes?” Dot replied.

“So, I’ve been trying to figure it out but figured I’d just ask you guys. How do we know Artie? Who invited him to the party last week? I’ve never seen or heard of him before,” I said, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. I didn’t want either of them to think I was too interested in him, even though I was. Part of me couldn’t stop thinking about him.

“Oh, he’s one of Richard’s old family friends I guess. He recently moved back to the city after being gone for years. Bonnie hung out with him and Richard a few times and suggested that we invite him so that way he could meet some new people,” Ivy explained, looking at me with knowing eyes.

“I don’t appreciate the look you’re giving me right now,” I said, exaggerating my animosity. She narrowed her eyes at me. I knew she could see right through me.

“You can’t bullshit me, AJ,” she said with a fair amount of sass.

“Or me!” Dot chimed in.

“We know you’re into him,” Ivy stated.

“What gives you that idea?” I retorted, putting the book down on my lap.

“Um, can we talk about the fact that you haven’t returned his book to him yet? And that you’ve been reading it. Since when are you into Star Trek novels?” Dot said. I rolled my eyes.

“Grandma Betty and I would watch the show all the time when I was younger, thank you very much. Had I known they made novels, I would have started reading them years ago,” I defended.

“Well, are you almost done with it? Artie keeps talking about it every time I see him at work,” Ivy said, looking back down at her notebook.

“Wait, what do you mean at work?” I asked, my voice getting slightly higher pitched.

“At my party last week he said he was still looking for a stable temporary job while he tries to get into doing whatever he really wants to do, so I got him a job at the bar as a bouncer. We just so happened to lose Jimmy last week as well, so it seemed perfect. I figured he should put all those damn muscles he has to good use by kicking out crazy drunks for me. Which he’s been doing a very good job at, I might add.”

I couldn’t help but imagine him throwing people out with a stern face, his arm muscles rippling. The thought made my heart begin to flutter in my chest.

“It’s very impressive I must say,” Dot added, a sly grin on her face.

“Wait, you’ve seen him since the party, too? Why has no one told me?” I asked.

“I thought you weren’t interested?” Ivy asked with a raised eyebrow. What a shit.

“I only have three chapters left, so I’ll be done with it soon,” I said.

“Oh good, if you finish by the time I have to leave I can take it to work and give it to him. Unless you want to go with me and give it to him yourself?”

My stomach raised up into my throat and my heart began to pound in my entire chest at the thought.

“I mean, since I’m the one who’s had it… I guess I should be the one to return it, and explain why I’ve kept it,” I said. “I’m going to go into my room and finish reading this so I’ll be able to return it tonight.”

Without another word, I went to my room and closed the door behind me, leaning against it. This was not the reaction I thought I would have to the possibility of seeing him. Sure I thought he was handsome and was extremely intrigued by the fact that a hunky guy with Cary Grant looks like he would be into Star Trek.

Not to mention the fact that he was extremely flirting with me. I couldn’t banter as we had with many people. But I had only met him once and we had only talked for 20 minutes. I shouldn’t be this hung up on someone like that.

Over the next hour I concentrated only on reading the book, determined to both find out what was going to happen with the Enterprise and the Klingons as well as finishing it before Ivy left for work. The book ended on a cliffhanger, and I was sorely disappointed. I would have to find out if Artie was, too.

A knock on my door startled me. “Yes?”

Dot peeked her head in the door and smirked.

“Did you finish it?” she asked, coming in.

“I did,” I said with a nod, “now that means I actually have to go take it to him.”

She smirked, coming over and sitting on my bed in front of me. Gingerly she placed her hands on mine.

“I know Ivy and I are giving you a hard time, and you’re doing your very best to hide the fact that you like him. But I can sincerely say that I don’t think I’ve seen you this smitten by anyone before. Except maybe Matt-”

“Oh god don’t bring him up,” I said, my face wincing at the mention of him. He was not someone I wanted to think about right now.

“I know, I’m sorry. But it’s true. I just don’t want you to try to play it too cool or not seriously pursue him. Because you two would be adorable together,” she said. I rolled my eyes at her with a laugh.

“That makes me want to throw up just a little,” I told her. Her nose crinkled with a smile.

“I know, but it’s true. Do you want me to go with you so it doesn’t seem as much like you’re going just to see him? We can invite Bonnie, too. She can ease things even more since she’s hung out with him and Richard a fair amount.”

“Not to change the subject, but what is going on between Bonnie and Richard?” I asked. I genuinely had begun to wonder. I couldn’t tell if they were just close friends, or if feelings were starting to develop. She usually told me when she was interested in someone and since she hadn’t mentioned anything about Richard, I wasn't sure what to think.

“I think there’s definitely a spark between them. Has she said anything to you?”

“She hasn’t! That’s why I don’t know what to think about them,” I told her.

“Well, I’ll call her and ask her if she wants to come, too.”

We both got up and I walked back out into the living room, Dot into her room I’m assuming to get ready. Ivy passed by us to go into my room. I'm assuming to get ready for her shift. As I went to pick up the phone it began ringing, startling me. I was going to laugh if it was Bonnie, she and I tended to call each other when the other was about to all the time.

“Hello?”

“Hi, is Ivy there?”

The male voice sounded strikingly familiar.

“Uh, yeah. She’s kind of busy right now, though. May I ask who’s calling?”

“It’s Artie.”

My heart began to pound in my chest again.

“Oh, hi Artie. It’s AJ,” I said nervously. There was a short pause before he spoke again.

“Astrid Josephine! How are you?” he said excitedly.

“You know, you’re definitely getting closer, but not nearly as bad as you could be going,” I said.

“Your first name is worse than Astrid? Jeez, that’s bad.”

“I did tell you both of my names are horrible. I wish my middle name was Josephine, I could have gone by Josie.”

“Nah, you’re definitely an AJ. Josie wouldn’t fit you. Just like how apparently Artie doesn’t fit me.”

I giggled. “You’re never going to let me live that down are you?”

“Not a chance,” he said with a chuckle.

“Oh! So, it’s come to my attention that you’ve been missing your Spock Must Die! book,” I started.

“I have! Ivy told me she hasn’t seen it anywhere at your apartment. Have you seen it? I was sure I left it there. I’m starting to wonder if it fell off of the fire escape when we were out there,” he babbled on. I smirked to myself, playing with the cord to the phone.

“I have a confession about that, actually.” I heard him gasp dramatically.

“You’ve had it this whole time, haven’t you?”

“I have. But! In my defense, I’ve been reading it. I actually just finished it before you called,” I told him.

“Wait, you read Spock Must Die!? I didn’t see you as the type to be into Star Trek,” he said. I chuckled.

“I could say the same thing about you.” There was a pause.

“Well, I’m sure that Ivy told you but I’m currently the new bouncer at her bar. You could always give it to her to bring to me the next time we work together,” he said.

“Dot and I, and maybe Bonnie are going to come to the bar tonight to hang out for a while. I figured I’d bring it to you myself…?” I trailed off, feeling very bold. There was another pause that caused my heart to beat even faster.

“That sounds fantastic. I would love to see you again.”

My brain began to go fuzzy at his words, my body not responding. I opened my mouth to say something in return, but I couldn’t find any words.

There must have been a long pause because he said, “AJ?” and it brought me back.

“Yes, sorry. Uhm, Dot was talking to me,” I lied, “but yes! I have to go, but I’ll see you tonight then.”

He let out a breathy laugh. “Perfect. Bye Anastasia Jocelyn.”

“Bye Artie.”

I hung up the phone and let out what I could only describe as a squeal. After it was all out of my lungs I ran my fingers through my hair, letting out a breath through pursed lips.

“Fuck, AJ. Stop. Stop. Stop,” I mumbled to myself. I was getting much too ahead of myself. Letting myself get this enamored with someone I had met once was not like me. Hell, I didn’t get this enamored with half of the people I had tried to be with or even slept with. This feeling was not one I was comfortable with. The girls would say that it’s because of Matt, but I don’t know if I would blame it fully on him.

The way Dot phrased ‘seriously pursue’ with him made my head rush, and not in a good way. I know she was right. I shouldn’t pursue him if I wasn’t serious, but I couldn’t help and love the flirtatious banter we had that day, and apparently continue to. It was all too much for my brain to process completely. He short-circuited my brain, and I couldn’t tell if I liked it or not.

“Everything okay, AJ? Who was that on the phone?” Ivy asked. She was now dressed in a deep red long sleeve turtleneck shirt, a short plaid skirt, and her hair up in a bun. It was more or less her usual work attire. Although she always kept her hair up. The last time she left it down it was pulled by a very drunk patron who decided her saying no to his advances wasn’t okay.

“Oh, it was Artie. He actually had asked for you,” I said, it dawning on me that that was his original reason for calling, “but then he and I were talking and got distracted.”

“Eh it’s fine, I’ll be seeing him soon anyway. I’ll ask him then.”

“Did Bonnie say if she was going or not?” Dot asked as she came out of her room. She was wearing a light blue babydoll mini dress that complimented her dark skin stunningly, her tight curls in pigtails. I was wearing high-waisted wide-leg jeans and a Led Zeppelin shirt. They both were dressed much cuter than me.

“I didn’t get a chance to call her,” I said, “and seriously did you two need to dress up so much? Okay, Ivy, I can understand you, but seriously Dot?”

She shrugged. “I’m allowed to look cute when I go out. But who were you talking to if you weren’t talking to Bonnie?”

“Artie called,” Ivy said, answering the question for me. Dot’s eyes widened with a smirk.

“I heard my name being said?”

We looked over to see Bonnie coming through the window.

“Were your ears burning?” Ivy asked with a chuckle.

“Do you want to go with us to the bar tonight so AJ can give Artie back his book?” Dot asked quickly.

“Uh, duh. Of course I do.”

————

As we walked to the bar I just kept telling myself to breathe. He was just a guy, a guy I barely knew, I told myself. After the pep talk I had with myself after the phone call, I decided I wasn’t going to try and pursue anything, for now. Probably. Hell, I honestly didn’t know. We approached the bar and I got the book out of my bag, preparing to see Artie when we got to the front of the bar. But when we got there it was Jerry outside of the bar bouncing, not Artie.

“Well good evening ladies!” he said as we approached.

“Hi Jerry,” we replied in unison.

“What are you three doing here tonight?” he asked. Jerry had been working at the bar probably since it opened back in the 50s, and with a good reason why. He was someone you did not want to fuck with.

Sure, he was sweet as pie as well, but when the time was needed he was stern and scary and intimidating. I personally had seen him get men twice his size to leave without touching them. But then I’ve also seen him pick up people and throw them out physically as well.

Just looking at him you wouldn’t think he was a hard as nails bouncer, long gray hair pulled back into a low ponytail. When not in his usual all-black work attire, he was a pair of jeans, band t-shirts, and flip-flops kind of guy.

“I’m working, they’re just out to get some drinks, nothing special,” Ivy replied. He looked down at the book in my hand.

“Whatcha got there, AJ?”

“Oh, this is Artie’s book. I’m returning it to him,” I said, holding the book up for him to better look at it.

“Ah, yes. Artie did mention something about getting a book returned to him tonight, I didn’t realize it was you Miss AJ who was doing the returning. He seemed very excited when he was talking about seeing the girl he was going to see,” he said, giving me a quick nod and wink, “he was supposed to start his shift about 20 minutes ago, but I told him I’d stay on until he got it delivered.”

“That’s very sweet of you,” I told him, my cheeks burning with blush.

We showed him our IDs and went inside. I loved that even though we had been coming to that bar on a regular basis for five years and knew one of the main bartenders, he still checked our IDs. He said he didn’t want anyone thinking we got special treatment and complain.

There were very few places that felt like home to me, and this bar was one of them. If you had told me years back that a bar would be somewhere I felt most comfortable, I would have laughed at you. It was a cozy place. Not too old-fashioned or in your face or flashy like a lot of them were now. The walls were a mix of deep maroon and dark wood paneling. There were mismatched couches of various dark-colored floral patterns. The walls were adorned with random framed pieces of art; everything from a tiger that looked like a child drew it, to the Birth of Venus over one of the main couches.

We approached the bar and I leaned my forearms against the red leather border that outlined the counter. Greg, the current bartender working, was attending to other people, so we waited patiently.

“Ah, I see you were good on your word.”

I looked to my left to see Artie facing me, just as he rested his elbow against the counter. I held the book out, or I guess, up to him.

“I usually am,” I told him with a smirk. He took the book from my hand and thumbed through the pages.

“I’m very impressed, no dog-eared bookmarks.”

I scoffed, mock offense in my tone. “Well, yeah. I’m not a monster. I used a random receipt I found as a bookmark like a civilized person.”

“What did you think of the book, Annalise Josephina?” he asked through a chuckle. I playfully rolled my eyes at him.

“You’ve already used Josephina,” I told him, raising an eyebrow at him.

“No, no. I used Josephine, not Josephina. I feel like the latter was a possibility as well,” he said. I could have sworn he gave me a wink, but if it was, it was the worst attempt at one. Which honestly made him even more endearing to me. Butterflies began fluttering in my chest.

“Well, you’re still way off. Annalise is a gorgeous name though, same as Josephina.” I turned myself to face him and crossed my arms, shifting my weight to one hip. “And to answer your question, it was very good. I read it any chance I got. Are there more novels?”

His eyes lit up and crinkled at the corners as he smiled, his whole face seeming to glow in an instant.

“What?” I asked, becoming slightly self-conscious at the surprised smile on his face.

“I’m so intrigued by you, Annabeth Jacquelyn. I would love to sit and talk with you more about the book, but I have to start my shift. Would you be interested in getting breakfast with me tomorrow?” he asked. The butterflies in my chest began flying around erratically, threatening to make their way up into my throat. I bit at my bottom lip as I nodded, a wide face-hurting smile forming before I could stop it.

“Yeah, that sounds great. I would really like that, Artie,” I told him, trying my best to keep my voice calm and steady.

“You would? Great! I’m um- I’m going to go relieve Jerry. I’ll stop by and pick you up tomorrow morning, say around 9:30?” he asked with a cocked eyebrow, the smile on his face beginning to beam and look uncontrollable like mine.

“That sounds perfect.”

“Well, see you around Angelina Justine,” he said, giving me a small wave before walking away towards the door.

I couldn’t help but watch him as he walked away. His black t-shirt hugged and showed off his muscles and just how broad his shoulders were. My eyes lowered to his ass before looking away, my cheeks growing warm at the thoughts coming to mind at the sight of how rounded it was.

The option of not pursuing him was going to be harder than I thought.

[passable-talent]

ya boi is back with a new niche character played by hayden christensen for yall to enjoy.

CW: blood, wounds, cursing, piercings, tattoos, guns, fighting, deaths of unnamed characters

AJ x gn!reader - Takers (2010). the stupid hat grew on me.

dedicated as always to @haydens-moles and @iscariot-rising for being my friends and for appreciating hayden as much as I do

The story of your life, as you loved to explain it, boiled down to a little math joke. Excited five, you called it, or it’s official terminology- five factorial. Written as “5!”, hence the awful pun.

“Factorials,” you’d say, “for those that don’t remember, are a multiplication of every number up to the one that’s being discussed. As such, five factorial is five, times four, times three, times two, times one.”

Your life, your excited five, was as follows: five major scars, four tattoos, three piercings, two eyebrow slits.

“The one is usually ignored,” you’d say, “as it makes no multiplicative difference. That’s why I don’t have a ‘one’.”

In August, 2009, you got your ‘one’. Its a doozy. But we’re not there yet.

~~~

Five major scars.

December 25, 1983. It’s your first Christmas. Your parents think you’re just being a cranky infant, but something way more serious is going on- they find out the next day that you’ve got RSV, a respiratory virus that’s especially dangerous for infants. You spend the next three years periodically using a ventilator whenever the coughing acts up. You don’t remember much of it, other than the vaguely crayon-looking piece of the machine, but you can’t forget that it happened, due to the pretty white scar over the bridge of your nose. It’s not such a gnarly wound as it is a reminder- not of the ventilator that wore through your skin thanks to frequent use, but of the virus that almost took your life only a few months after it had begun.

July 28, 1993. You’re seven years old, staying at your grandmother’s house with your cousin, who’s six months older than you. You’re playing cops and robbers- he’s the cop. The forest streaks by as you run the length of the property, slightly faster than him, but he catches you and throws you down. You land on your back on a jagged rock, not only painfully impacting your spine but digging deeply into your muscles beside it. It was the first hospital visit you remember, and the dark, long scar halfway between your tailbone and your shoulders reminds you never to fall without controlling it.

January 15, 1998. You’re in sophomore year of high school, and not the most popular. You like to play by the rules, and some asshole junior decides that he doesn’t like the way you won’t let him cheat off of your trigonometry homework, and decides that a knife is the best way to settle the problem. Those homework answers weren’t worth the long white line over all four of the knuckles of your left hand, but it is a pretty little reminder that lowlifes do what they want. And law enforcement, or whatever your school called the ‘anti-bullying league’, does jack shit about it.

October 30, 2002. You’re almost done with your certification to become a cop- thank god. You couldn’t stand the people who were to become your graduate class. They were so ready to become cops just to bully people, just to get to weild an iron fist and hide their bloodlust behind the law. Not you- you’re here to do some real good. That’s what they don’t like about you. And that’s why Fred Young splits open your cheek when just he’s supposed to be practicing his sparring. It’s an ugly scar, needed six stitches, but it’s a reminder that even the cops aren’t always the good guys.

May 14, 2004. You’re a new cop, working under detective Wells. There’s a robbery of a jewelry store a few blocks from where you’re patrolling, and as you’re making your way to the scene, a man in a fedora runs smack into you, taking you both to the ground. Broken glass digs into your shoulder, but he apologizes, and his blue eyes look so genuine. He’s afraid. You’d not realize until a month later that he wasn’t a scared bystander, but in fact one of the thieves. The fifth of your scars matches your first meeting with AJ- who would, by the end of the summer, become one of the most important people in your life.

~~~

Four tattoos.

August 4, 1999- Left wrist, inside knob of the bone. The little symbol had represented something to you when you were sixteen, but it had long lost whatever meaning you’d given it. Now, it was just a pattern to pass your thumb over whenever you got restless.

February 16, 2002- The cap of the right shoulder. It was your bunk number, from when you were training to be a cop. Nothing extravagant, but it was supposed to represent the beginning of the rest of your life- it was supposed to represent your calling.

June 1, 2004- Left arm, the outside of the forearm. Bleeding from your first tattoo was a new one, the largest one on your body. It was geometrical and high contrast, black lines loosely following your veins up toward your elbow, as though that left hand was bringing darkness into your body. It did- you shot with your left hand.

July 17, 2004- Right collarbone. A single, circular monogram, made up of six letters.

T A K E R S.

~~~

Three piercings.

April 7, 1989. Your father took you to get your ears pierced, but insisted upon arrival that it was too expensive to get both done, so you only got your left. The assymetrical style would have to grow on you- at six years old, you hated it.

May 19, 2003. You couldn’t have piercings at the academy, they were unprofessional, they were dangerous. So the night of graduation, you went out and got a hole punched into your nostril- the pain made tears well up, but more than anything, it was the satisfaction of giving a pretty little ‘fuck you’ to your superiors, who you’d never see again.

July 18, 2006. AJ takes you to a fancy beauty salon for an eyebrow bar after hearing maybe once that you’d wanted another piercing. You knew you were in love with him- who else in your life had ever paid such close attention to you?

~~~

Two eyebrow slits.

June 23, 2004. You leave the police force. You tell Wells that it’s because you’re pissed you can’t find the guys that robbed the jewelry store, but that’s not even close to the truth. You’ve found them- hell, you got a good look at one of them on the very day of the robbery. But you’ve done the looking, and didn’t have the heart to bring them in. They had families. They donated ten percent of every heist to a charity. They did more for the community than the police you worked for, and they did it clean- they didn’t hurt anybody, if they didn’t have to. They did what you’d hoped to do, when you joined the force. What you’d never gotten to do. Eyebrow slits were considered extremely unprofessional, so the moment you were free of your two week notice, you split open your right eyebrow. It would give a good balance to the bar piercing you hoped to put through your left someday.

March 4, 2007. You’re cleaning up your slit when AJ walks into the room and stands behind you so that you can see him through the mirror. You keep your eyes on the trimmer you’re so delicately running over your skin, but when he opens up a little felt box with a pretty ring inside, you whirl around with such panic that you make the slit approximately half an inch wider than it should’ve been. Lilli helped you fill in the gap for the engagement photos, but you decided to keep a second slit on the other end of the unfortunate shave- a little reminder of the evening in which he proposed to you.

~~~

“The one is usually ignored,” you’d say, “as it makes no multiplicative difference. That’s why I don’t have a ‘one’.”

On August 27, 2009, you got your ‘one’.

You’d been out of the game for two years, choosing not to take a cut of the winnings. You’d advise, you’d plan, you’d set up, but you did not want to be on site when the heist went down. The boys had it taken care of, and you butted heads with Jesse far too often for anyone’s comfort.

You especially couldn’t work on this project, thanks to a little fucker named Ghost- he didn’t trust you, as a member of the Takers he’d never met, and you didn’t trust him, as a criminal you’d never grown to respect.

You knew that most of them didn’t trust Ghost either, but everything he brought forward checked out- AJ must’ve mumbled the plan thirty times in his sleep in the five days from its suggestion to its fruition. There were no holes. Knowing Gordon and John, they had some ‘insurance’ for Ghost, anyway. In case it went wrong.

Still, you stayed at the Hotel Roosevelt through it all. You were their sitter, keeping the hotel room warm and ready for their arrival. They arrived back one by one- and like usual, AJ got there first. He, Gordon, and John were usually the first to get out, but he always made it back to the room first, because that way he could get some time with you. That way, he could have a private reunion, fresh off of a job.

“Hey, baby,” he said as he closed the door, and you waited for him to turn his eyes to you before you gave him a smile. He threw down his bag onto one of the chairs, and it landed with a heavy thump, but you’d long grown used to the sound of the score. However much he pulled, good for him. You were just happy to slip your arms around his neck and feel him kiss the scar on your cheekbone before sliding his lips to yours.

He always kissed different right after a job- before the boys had all gotten back, before the total was counted. He had a confidence to his movement, but there was fear, insecurity, just a tinge. He wasn’t just a taker, he was a man, who had worries and risks just like every other man.

You were out of the game for a few reasons. They had it taken care of. You butted heads with Jesse. You didn’t trust Ghost. But you knew that you were AJ’s biggest fear- you knew that if you got hurt on a job, he’d never forgive himself.

So he kissed you, he held you close, he reminded himself that you were here, you were fine. His long fingers seems to take up half your back, and his hair was already in his face, as though you’d tugged it there yourself.

With just one more pass of your lips over his, you pulled away.

“How’d it go?” You asked with a soft voice, rolling your first finger through the curls at the back of his neck.

“Could’ve gone better,” he said with a chuckle, “but we got it done.” You heard a knock at the door, and Gordon was the next arrival- then John, then Jake, then Ghost. Jesse came last, and with him, a whole host of new problems.

A bullet splintered the door and caught AJ somewhere under the ribcage. Everyone hit the floor, diving behind couches, and you popped your head up long enough to see AJ launch over the kitchen island. The room shattered into gunfire and feathers from expensive pillows, glass shards littering the ground like raindrops. It all moved so fast, and the air exploded into noise. You could barely track AJ through it all, he was so far away, all the way across the room. And you wanted to keep your eye straight down the barrel of your gun.

“AJ!” Jesse called from beside you, hidden behind a brown leather couch, “You okay?” You looked around the side of it, and saw him ten feet from you, the longest ten feet of your life, behind the kitchen island. He was struggling, on his hands and knees.

“Get up,” you snarled, knowing he’d already taken a hit.

“Out the back!” John ordered from the doorway behind you, and you started to realize the moment, the dangerous, heavy moment. AJ was all the way across the room- he couldn’t cross it. Not with these mobsters holding ground.

“Let’s go!” Gordon shouted, and your eyes connected with AJ’s. He saw the same thing you did.

“Go,” he said, voice calm, and it cut through the chaos of the room, cut through every hardened lesson ever pounded into you, cut through every wall you’d ever built around you, around your heart. “I’m coming.”

AJ was a good liar. But he couldn’t lie to you.

“No,” you growled through gritted teeth, and you made a rash decision.

You’d always been good at gymnastics. You had strong control over the movement of your body, and had, ever since you’d learned from your cousin throwing you down onto that stone that split open your back. You could move and slink and roll and dive in ways that would keep you not only from falling, but even from being noticed.

Using the chaos as your cover, you did a tight diving roll across the room to him, slipping between shelters unscathed. This brought you just a bit closer to the mobsters, but further from the back door exit that Gordon had been trying to guide you toward. You’d chose AJ over your safety any day- the surprise and the fear in his eyes said that he wished you wouldn’t.

Making sure you had enough ammo, you considered your final move- this didn’t end until these mobsters did. There were five of them left, after all this commotion: four in the room, one in the hall. You couldn’t take all five, not with their guns being so much more than yours, but you could take out a few. You could shift attention, you could buy time.

And hopefully, you could stay breathing, too. That’d be nice.

“Stay down,” you hissed, leaving AJ behind the island where he’d be forgotten about, or assumed dead. Then, you rounded the corner and rolled to the feet of the closest mobster. As you came out of the roll you caught his legs in yours, wrenching them from under him and taking him to the ground with one of the first moves you’d learned in basic training. He hit the wall hard, and was unconscious by the time he landed- the same could not be said for his friends.

From your right, you could see Gordon, still firing, still hopeful for your and AJ’s escape. Your shoulders were above the couch, so you knew he saw as you turned your weapon to the second mobster before he could turn to you, and stopped his heart.

Your commotion had caught the attention of the other three who still remained. You whirled around and raised your gun to one of them, but they managed it first.

Gordon had to swallow back his horror as he saw a bullet enter the front of your side profile, and blood explode from the back. He took out the mobster who still had his attention on you- but your shoulders smacked to the ground outside of his view, and he closed the door.

Luckily, their aim was spotty. You now had a useless left arm, but you were still breathing. Not that you’d let the one remaining mobster notice that.

You and AJ played dead, only a few feet from each other, but the kitchen island becoming a thicker wall than any you’d ever been split by. As you stared blankly at the ceiling, taking shallow breaths hidden by the folds of your shirt, you hoped he didn’t think you were dead. You hoped he wasn’t bleeding out.

After what felt like agonizingly long minutes, the shooting finally stopped, and the door opened again. Gordon was the first to enter the room, and rounded the couch to you, grief in his eyes, expecting the worst.

But you could give him a smile.

“Surprise,” you groaned, and he lit up in relief, helping you sit up with your good arm.

“Look at you, playing dirty,” he said with a laugh, “I thought you were gone for sure.”

“AJ,” you heard Jake say from across the room, and finally AJ could sit up from where you’d forced him down. The two of you had both bled straight through your shirts, but there wasn’t any time for sweet reunions- everyone had to get out, and fast.

AJ left his car wherever it was. John gave the two of you a ride to the airstrip where Gordon was going to disappear for a while, and on the way you and AJ attempted to give each other first aid until the personnel on the plane could take care of it.

Eventually, you leaned against his left, and he against your right, your wounds still stinging and sticky with blood, but manageable, for as long as they needed to be.

The night didn’t get any easier, but that didn’t matter- you were home free, they’d managed the job, and Ghost was out of the picture, and neither of you were going to die.

And someday, when you felt brave enough to recount your near-death, near-loss, near-jailed experience, you’d say:

Five major scars, four tattoos, three piercings, two eyebrow slits. And one gun shot wound.

-🦌 Roe

[skyguys-princess]

Way Down We Go

AJ x Private Security/Crime family reader

「 You 」

I sat up on the rooftop of the building next door of the club my brother was currently at. With his friends… If you could call them that. More like work acquaintances, without the work. His little thief friends, Takers. Is what they call themselves, the dorks.

Was I spying on my brother? Sure. But in all fairness, he isn’t always a good judge of character. Hence why I’m here now. Because the knuckle head and his stupid plans are going to be the death of me.

I pull up my laptop, that had been running background checks on my brothers new crew. Alderige, Alexander James. Cute… perhaps my brother doesn’t have bad taste after all-

Ping!

I jolt, picking up my phone hastily. To see a notification from my brother, speak of the devil.

Thorn in my side

Need help.

No hi how r u?

Usually u leave me on read. Anyway hurry up and get ur ass here. We r waiting.

And where would here be exactly? And whose ‘we?’

Christ how dumb do you think I am? Actually don’t answer that.

I snicker at his response, before typing mine.

Fine, I’ll be there. Tell ur boy band I’ll be there soon.

Thx sis x

eww don’t ever call me ‘sis’ again

ok… sis

I leave him on read, maybe he does have a point. Chucking all my equipment back into my duffle bag, slinging it over my shoulder. Making my way to the stairs as I head to the club my brother and the rest of the Takers were at.

「 Narrator 」

Meanwhile…

Aj was lounging on one of the various couches while Gordon and your brother, Alec were discussing the plan for the upcoming heist. Though he appeared to be in a world of his own, Aj was paying more attention than it seemed.

He visibly perked up after hearing your name, he knew Alec had a big family. He’d mentioned it before, from your two other sisters. Him, your parents and obviously your dog named Flash. But he never mentioned you, at least never around Aj. He couldn’t help the curiousness that crept up inside of him, Gordon was usually very picky about allowing outsiders into their plans.

So what was so special about you?

Aj jolts after taking an elbow to the ribs, grimacing at the feeling. “Have you been listening to anything I’ve said for the past hour?” John asks annoyed, though a small smile tugs at the blond mans lips. Not at all surprised by Aj’s brazen behaviour.

Aj picks up his fedora that had fallen to the floor, smoothing his hair back. Before placing it back on his head, “yeah man of course.” His gaze averts to John. His friend’s face held a look of disbelief, busted.

John chuckles at Aj’s obvious distraction. “You might wanna be a little less obvious when your eavesdropping man.” He grins, leaning back against the lounge. Crossing his arms over his muscular chest. The muscle of his biceps straining against the sleeves of his shirt.

Aj lets out a huff, “no clue what you’re on about man.” Trying to dismiss John’s eavesdropping accusation against him.

John raises a brow in amusement, clearly not believing a word that came out of Aj’s mouth. “Yeah, whatever you say.” He smirks, before standing up. Heading over to Gordon and Alec, giving Aj a teasing wink. Who just gave John a playful glare in response, before slumping back in his seat. Crossing his arms over his chest in annoyance. Looking like a toddler throwing a tantrum, making John chuckle.

While the Takers were distracted you managed to sneak in through the back entrance. Watching as they all bickered amongst themselves, oblivious to your presence. You decided to remain undetected for now, placing your duffle bag down on the countertop of the bar. Heading behind it to make yourself a drink.

Grabbing a cold martini glass, pouring in a shot of vodka. Filling the rest up with cranberry juice, before topping it off with three maraschino cherries. Hopping up, you sit on top of the bar. Cross legged, siping on your vodka cranberry. While looking through the blueprints of the bank someone had so callously left on the bar countertop.

Hearing the faint sound of heels clicking you turn your head. Lilli approached the bar, jumping slightly as she made eye contact with you. Sitting there sipping on your cocktail, the blueprints laid across your lap. Her jump scared expression making you giggle, she placed a hand over her heart. A smile tugging on her lips. “Hi,” you whisper.

“Hello,” she replies. Her voice soft, as her kind eyes bored into yours. She moved towards the counter, extending your hand for support. She takes it, propping herself up on the counter beside you. “I’m Lilli, and you are?”

You give her hand you were holding a shake. “Y/n, nice to meet you.” You see her eyes avert to the blueprints on your lap. “Wanna see?” She nods enthusiastically, making you chuckle softly in response to her enthusiasm. Picking up the blueprints, holding them out in front of both your faces.

“What are you doing here?” Lilli asks curiously, while scanning the blueprints.

“Alec asked me to come,” you shrug nonchalantly. Pointing at the best points of entry on the blueprints.

“How do you know Alec?” She asks, while you take another sip of your cocktail.

“He’s my brother,” you pick up a maraschino cherry. Popping it into your mouth.

Her eyes widen in obvious surprise, “Alec is your brother?”

“Unfortunately,” you grin playfully. “Speaking of which…” you pause, turning to face the group. That were still engrossed in conversation. “Earth to boy band can we get this show on the road? I have shit to do.” You raise your voice loud enough to grab their attention.

Watching in amusement as their heads snap in your direction, fast enough that they could’ve gotten whiplash. Making you and Lilli laugh, “so oblivious.” She chuckles.

Looking through the group, you see John’s familiar face. “Johnny boy, long time no see.” A soft blush adorns his cheeks in embarrassment.

“Huh?” The blonde man beside him, looks at him bewildered. Which you recognised to be Aj. John just looks back at you and chuckles.

“Y/n, good to see you again.” He waves, as Aj mutters something under his breath. Though your attention is pulled away by a soft tap on your shoulder. You turn to see Lilli with a sheepish smile on her face.

“Can you make me one of those?” She ask hesitantly pointing at the drink in your hand, making a smile tug at your lips.

“Of course,” you slide off the countertop. To behind the bar, hearing someone clear their throat. You look up, meeting the familiar hazel eyes of your brother. “Hey big bro.”

“I didn’t ask you to come over so you could drink.” He quips, with a sly smirk tugging at his lips. Causing you to narrow your eyes at him playfully.

“Well I was bored,” you retort. Ruffling his dark hair, making him let out an annoyed grunt.

Lilli leans a little closer to the both of you. “To be fair, she was sitting here for a while. Not that you guys noticed.” She added in your defence, as you mixed up the vodka cranberry.

“Do you want the cherries?” You ask, raising a brow. She nods in response, “yes ma’am.” You say with a salute. Making her let out a soft giggle.

Alec clicks his fingers in front of your face trying to get your attention, “uh hello? Back on topic please.” Making you roll your eyes at his behaviour.

“You’re so dramatic big bro, relax. Take a breather,” you tease. Hearing a chuckle from behind Alec, then a mop of blond hair peeking through. A big toothy grin on his face, as he steps to the side of Alec. In front of you, holding out his hand. Gently taking yours, bringing it to his soft lips.

Placing a gentle kiss on your knuckles, “it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Aj.”

A soft chuckle befalling your lips, amused by his irregular behaviour. “Let me guess, you have a thing for the Godfather?” You tease, looking up at his fedora. Alec’s hand immediately shoots to his mouth, muffling his snort. Aj bites his bottom lip gently, giving your hand a soft squeeze. Before you pull it out of his grip, popping the cherries into Lilli’s drink. Sliding it over to her, she whispers a ‘thank you.’

“I do actually, have you watched it?” He leans onto the bar, practically looming over you. The low lighting in the room reflecting off his blond hair. Making him look almost… angelic. Though his playful smirk suggested otherwise.

“No, though if you like that thing you should come to our family reunions. The resemblance is impeccable,” you quip. A wheezy laugh erupting from Alec. Aj seemed undeterred from his friends reaction, leaning even closer. His long lean fingers gently brushing a strand of hair out your face, tucking it behind your ear. With the utmost gentleness, as if you were made of porcelain. His eyes so transfixed on his movements, it was like he was in a trace. So were you, not that you’d admit it. Alec and Lilli observed quietly, aware of the tension. Eyeing the display of affection with curiousness. It was no secret that Aj was a flirt, but this was something that even your brother hadn’t witnessed from him. After a moment you pull back snapping yourself out of your trance like state, withdrawing from his gentle caress. Clearing your throat, “well… Let’s get on with it. We have a lot to do.”

[lunarnightt]

Welcome to my request form so you can see who you can request for!

CELEBRITIES ⟶

Hayden Christensen! ALL THINGS ― Fluff :: Smut :: Angst

Harry Styles! ALL THINGS ― Fluff :: Smut :: Angst

Chandler Riggs! ALL THINGS ― Fluff :: Smut :: Angst

Pedro Pascal! ALL THINGS ― Fluff :: Smut :: Angst

Chappell Roan! ALL THINGS ― Fluff :: Smut :: Angst

Matthew Gray Gubler! ALL THINGS ― Fluff :: Smut :: Angst

Joseph Quinn! ALL THINGS ― Fluff :: Smut :: Angst

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CHARACTERS ⟶

The Hayden Universe!

Anakin Skywalker :: Sam Monroe :: Scott Barringer :: James Kelly :: Aj from Takers :: Kurt Matheson :: Clay Beresford :: Stephan Glass :: Leo Campoli ALL THINGS ― Fluff :: Smut :: Angst

Carl Grimes! ONLY ― Fluff :: Angst

Enid Rhee! ONLY ― Fluff :: Angst

Spencer Reid! ALL THINGS ― Fluff :: Smut :: Angst

Joel Miller! ALL THINGS ― Fluff :: Smut :: Angst

Glenn Rhee! ALL THINGS ― Fluff :: Smut :: Angst

Daryl Dixon! ALL THINGS ― Fluff :: Smut :: Angst

Damon Salvatore! ALL THINGS ― Fluff :: Smut :: Angst

Jefferson Hatter! ALL THINGS ― Fluff :: Smut :: Angst

Bucky Barnes! ALL THINGS ― Fluff :: Smut :: Angst

Eddie Munson! ALL THINGS ― Fluff :: Smut :: Angst

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WHAT I WILL WRITE!

Age Gaps! ― The age I will go youngest for is 24

Kinks and stuff! ― knife play, choking, spanking, sir kink, degradation, bondage, just anything smutt-related, breeding.

Other Characters and actors! ― If they aren't on here and you want me to write for them then I will! I am open to writing for Steve Rogers, Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington, Klaus Mikaelson, Kylo Ren, Elijah Mikaelson, Kai Parker, Rick Grimes, Sebastian Stan, Chris Evans and Robin Buckley!

Social Media au! ― I will do a Social Media au! Just submit a face claim to use for the reader(obviously to use based on the post) and I will use it!

Music Based Stories! ― You can submit a song and I will base it around said song! It may be horrible or it may slay.

Moodboards and Playlists! ― I make Moadboards and Spotify playlist based on a character and actor or the au. Give me an idea and I will do it!

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE!

Dub-Con and Non-con! ― I don't believe in writing something that doesn't contain consent! As a victim myself, it is dehumanizing and disgusting. I am not shaming what you are into but that is just my personal preference!

Kidnapping! ― Unless it's roleplay, I will NOT write something were the reader kidnaps or the reader gets kidnap. this could fall underneath Dub-Con or Non-Con or worse a murder plot.

Racism and homophobia! ― I don't know anyone is into this kind of stuff because one. that's unheard of and two. as a mixed person and a person who supports LGBTQ+ I will not write something the dehumanizes a person of color or sexuality!

Carl Grimes and Enid Rhee Smut! ― I originally was open to writing for Carl and Enid Smut because you can age characters up but since certain people came into my anon calling me a predator, I will NOT write smut for them, Including early x factor days of harry.

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If you read the rules then feel free to go into my Anon and request something! I hope you all do request something! I love you all, kisses! ― Moony

[purplesurveys]

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Given the chance, would you ever go into space? I’ve answered this exact question on a recent survey...but yeah absolutely, as long as it was a free opportunity. Outer space has always interested me so it would be awesome to actually get there. What is your all-time favorite thing to snack on? A local brand of chips called Nova, corndogs, powdered fries, and pizza. I couldn’t choose just one :( Have you ever been jealous of anyone's socks? Not in a toxic way but I have seen socks that made me go “damn, I wish I had that” and it’s usually socks based off of famous paintings like Starry Night, The Scream, etc. Do you match your clothing, or are you careless about fashion? The most I’ll match is colors; I’ll make sure the colors I wear complement each other. But I’m not likely to buy outfits that come in parts, like a matching top and skirt that have their own price tags. It’s an annoying scam that makes you have to pay more money for one outfit lol. Know anyone that has amazing fashion taste? There’s a professor in the communication research department of our college that dresses SOOOO well. She’s never recycled an item of clothing either. She dresses literally exactly like Audrey Hepburn, except with more printed clothes.

Do you know or wish you could knit? I don’t know how to knit and have no desire to learn.

Like earmuffs? They’re alright, I guess? I never have to wear them, so I don’t have much of an opinion. Have you ever had the roof of your mouth sore? Yeah, that one time I ate takoyaki while it was still burning hot and I burned off the skin on the roof my mouth. Do you like orange juice? I’ll drink it if it’s served or if it’s free, but I never crave for it. How many times a day do you brush your teeth, honestly? Once or twice. Do you think anyone really looks good in a jumpsuit? Yeah. Well it’s since become a trend so that’s really all there is to know about people’s preferences nowadays. I have several jumpsuits that I feel really good in. Have a collection of anything? Not anymore. Ever ran out of something that made you very upset? Sometimes my family will bring home leftovers from a really good restaurant. When we finish them all up it bums me out. Biggest lie you ever told? Saying ‘yes’ with a big ol’ smile on my face to my high school guidance counselors whenever they ask if my situation at home is good. Is there a song that makes you want to rock out? For sure. I have my fair share of favorite punk/rock bands. Do you have a religion? No. Believe that there is a point to churches? Not a single one. How do eat Oreos? I just bite into them. Never really got into the whole twist-lick-dunk thing because 1) I don’t want to bite into something I had already licked (even if it’s my own saliva lol), and 2) I can’t consume a lot of milk, anyway. -This or That- Sunsets or sunrises? Sunsets. I’ve seen more sunsets than sunrises with Gabie, so I have good memories of them. I don’t like the idea of getting up early just for a sunrise either. Pennies or dimes? Can’t relate because we don’t use these concepts. Coffee or tea? Coffeeeeeeee. Never been a tea person, actually. Windows or Mac? Mac. I did use Windows for a while, but when it comes down to it I would rather get a Mac. Headphones or speakers? Headphones. You get more of the sound when you listen to music, so the listening experience is a lot better. Loud or soft & quiet? Depends on the context...I like my concerts loud, but I obviously prefer soft and quiet when I’m doing something like going to bed. Odd or even numbers? I don’t really have a preference lol. The cookie dough or the actual cookies? Cookie dough, heh. Speaking of, I recently found a recipe for edible cookie dough but I keep putting it off... Mp3 players or iPod? iPod, mostly because MP3s went out of style like, a decade ago. Calm or rock music? Again, depends on my mood. I’d listen to rock music if I’m pissed off or going through a similar emotion, and I’d prefer hearing calm music when I wanna focus on something, like if I’m doing surveys. Love or lust? Love. I don’t feel lust for the most part. Converse or Vans? Converse. They’re AJ’s favorite and I find them more comfy. The few times I borrowed my sister’s Vans I always got blisters at the end of the day. Lipsyncing or actual singing? I would prefer to lipsync than to let people hear my actual singing voice; but if I’m watching a performance obviously I’d want the performers to be using their real voice. Walking or running? Walking. I find strolls to be relaxing. Dancing or watching others dance? Watching others. Dancers are crazy talented. With friends or by yourself? When it comes down to it, I wanna be with friends. Local concert or a popular band? Popular band. It’s rarer, so I find it more precious. I still support local though! Blond or brown hair? Brown. Idk, I just don’t know a lot of people who are blonde. Red or black? I like both, but I like black slightly more. Blue or green eyes? Green. Having fun or being asleep? Having fuuuun. Carnival or park? Park. I can’t go on rides anyway, so a nice stroll and picnic at the park sounds lovely to me. -Favorites- Favorite thing to buy? Uh food, I guess? I’m super easy to please lol. What do your favorite pair of socks look like? My bacon and eggs one. Kind of tea/coffee? Iced tea/iced caramel macchiato. Way of communication? Face-to-face with Gab, instant messenger/text for everyone else. Time to sleep in to? Midnight is most convenient for me. Band to dance to? PARAMORE. Also helps that their music has turned dance-y too. Favorite gum? Don’t really have one. I’ll chew on any kind/flavor of gum. Type of cereal? Cookie Crisps. Color of hoodie? I don’t mind color, as long as the hoodie is comfortable and keeps me warm. Spice? Cumin smells lovely. Favorite thing to touch/feel? Dogs. Website? Probably Twitter. I’ve been on it the longest and still have no reason to be tired of it. Person in your life? My girlfriend...but also my dogs, if they can count. -Would you Rather- Hire one of your friends, or fire an enemy? Hire one of my friends, as long as they work well without me. Firing an enemy seems a little bit more unprofessional, especially if they objectively perform well. Be a contestant on American Idol or America's Got Talent? I’d go with AGT I guess? I’ve watched some snippets of the show and their judges seem more nice, whereas on American Idol the judges tend to laugh or embarrass you if you do badly. Live in Britain or Australia? Australia. I feel like it’s a more Filipino-friendly country, not that Britain isn’t but yeah. Travel by plane or helicopter? Plane. Aren’t helicopters loud? I think I’d be more relaxed in an airplane. Trade places with a male or a female for a day? I’d rather remain a woman, thanks. Shop at Wal-Mart or Target? I don’t know. I’m honestly curious though – for the Americans survey-takers, what’s the difference between them and what do y’all prefer? Hahaha Read Shakespeare or Artistotle's work? I internally winced at both lol but when it comes down to it, Shakespeare. I do like his work, as long as I’m reading a modern English version. I hate philosophy straight up, so that’s a definite no on Aristotle. Have a regular donut or donut holes? Regular donut. Spell better or smell better? Smell. I can already spell well. Rather be in a tornado or a large earthquake? This is horrible, no one ever *wants* to be stuck in a natural calamity. 80's or 90's music? I like the 80s sound better. Eat a plain peanut butter sandwich or PB & J? Peanut butter sandwich. I tried PB&J before to see what the hype was about, and it just didn’t work for my Asian tastebuds. Wear a uniform every day or go half-naked? Wear a uniform. I wore one in Catholic school for 14 years and survived, so it’d just be the same thing. Would you rather Santa or the Easter Bunny actually exist? Santa. I’m more familiar with him. The Easter Bunny’s not really a part of our culture so I don’t actually know what it’s supposed to do. Apple pie or Pizza pie? Pizzaaaaa. Y’all should know me by now haha. Spend an afternoon cleaning or clean things later? I’d rather work early so I can be satisfied earlier. Flying or X-Ray vision? Flying. Dentist or Doctor? I guess dentist? There’s fewer reasons to be scared when you go to the dentist because the health problems are just limited to your mouth, I guess. Would you rather spread gossip or start a fight? Both sound awful. I’m never one to start a fight and I never initiate gossip myself, though I do take part in it sometimes. Get rid of your favorite shoes or your favorite pants? Pants. I love my shoes. Visit Florida or New York? New York. Myspace or Facebook (or do they both suck)? Facebook. It sucks, but at least the memes there are hilarious as fuck.

[andymull]

WWE Wrestlemania 34 - Preview & Predictions

Brock Lesnar (c) vs Roman Reigns: WWE Universal Championship Match

I see this going only one way, and that’s another attempt at getting Reigns over as the main star of the company. The title win is in no doubt but the real question is how do they get there?? 

My point being would they have the nerve to have Heyman turn on Lesnar and join Roman as a heel twosome? It looks likely that Brock will be out of the company for awhile so they may as well find a use for Paul if he’s to stay around too, although he does have plans as well so maybe not around full time.

A simple Roman win wont go over well so any extra gimmicks they can add will be much needed in keeping the fans on side - REIGNS

AJ Styles (c) vs Shinsuke Nakamura: WWE Championship Match

The dream match that most of us have seen already, but anyway it will be awesome as these two mesh so well together, and I imagine they will get plenty of time to impress the audience watching on.

This really is the time to strike with a Nakamura title reign, the whole crowd will be pumped for it and more than ready to sing his theme music for as long a possible. The rematch will be built for their next show and then we move onto fresh feuds with Nakamura being the star they need. Styles will still be having awesome matches and I see them both maybe mixing it up with new talent on the show, both from NXT as well as a possible superstar shakeup again - NAKAMURA

Kurt Angle & Ronda Rousey vs Stephanie McMahon & Triple H

A match where the outcome really isnt in question as Ronda needs to win her debut bout, I hope Angle working a decent length match goes well and that Ronda takes to wrestling as quick as I think she will.

I could see Rousey winning by making either Steph or Hunter tap as both would get the company great press, Steph should be the obvious loser which in turn makes her stay away from messing with Ronda in the future - ROUSEY/ANGLE

Shane McMahon & Daniel Bryan vs Kevin Owens & Sami Zayn: If Owens/Zayn Win They Return To Smackdown

This all comes down to the finish and will Shane turn on Bryan to side with Owens/Zayn, or will harmony prevail and the heels lose and end up moving to Raw? Both outcomes should provide good tv, the first gives a solid storyline for their show that can run for awhile giving Bryan a very solid first feud back. The second makes sense in that’s what the bosses should really want for their show, but at the same time losing those two is a pretty big gap you shouldn't want to lose - SHANE/BRYAN

Charlotte (c) vs Asuka: WWE Smackdown Women’s Championship Match

I dont think there’s really much of an arguement here, Asuka won the Rumble, moves to Smackdown, takes the title and keeps her streak running for now. The defeat wont be too harmful to Charlotte and really gives her an added impotence to improve and be better to challenge again for her title down the road.

Hopefully Smackdown pick up the Iconic Duo after tonight and they can be added to the mix to freshen it up slightly and add a different angle than the Riott Squad can - ASUKA

Bludgeon Brothers vs The Uso’s (c) vs The New Day: WWE Smackdown Tag Team Triple Threat Match

Most people would prefer this to just be The Uso’s vs The New Day but Luke Harper really deserves the spotlight so ill put up with it, the added power of Rowan and Harper should give their previous matches a different aspect that the guys can use well.

Any of the three teams could win the belts, the Bludgeon Brothers win and dominate leading to the others to have to work together down the road to get the belts off them. The Uso’s could carry on their reign, but with them they really have worked everyone so a change is needed. And The New Day need another title run just for Big E to get back to 5!!!! - THE NEW DAY

The Miz (c) vs Finn Balor vs Seth Rollins: WWE Intercontinental Title Triple Threat Match

The big point here is will Miz retain and break the IC record or will he lose and get some time off with his newborn daughter? I really see them wanting Miz to break it so that they have something else to add to him and his act, plus he could have some house shows off for a few weeks and solely work tv and no-one would really notice.

When it comes to Balor and Rollins I dont think either should be around this level so putting the belt on them is probably not for the best. One of them might want to look at a heel turn to distinguish theirselves better, but then again if Roman was to turn they would already be behind someone they couldn't get past so maybe not  - MIZ

Bob Roode vs Randy Orton (c) vs Jinder Mahal vs Rusev: US Title Fatal Four Way Match

You know that feeling when you've had enough of talking about multi person matches then you realise its going to be even worse to sit through watching?? Yeah that’s the feeling.

Poor Rusev has been added to the bore fest due to the awesome reactions he’s been receiving over the past few months, but sadly I dont see him winning unless they really decide to call an audible due to the fans reactions during the match.

Outside of Rusev its really between Orton and Bob as to who takes it, and really there’s no need to take it from Orton just yet - ORTON

The Bar (c) vs Braun Strowman & ???? : WWE Raw Tag Team Championship Match

All the talk here is about who the mystery partner is and not about The Bar and their title reign which feels alittle off, it doesn't feel the time for them to drop the titles but really when it comes to Braun and a surprise partner its hard to see them keeping their belts.

When it comes to the actual partner the favourites for the position currently are Elias, Big Show, Bray Wyatt, Samoa Joe. I hope its Elias and this is the main step of his face turn as the fans are dying to be able to cheer for him, if they use him and dont turn him face there could be un-needed problems though. Joe seems ready to return but the rumour is he is due for a higher return feud with Roman. It feels alittle early to have Bray return especially if he has a new character, but the link is already there to Braun which would make some sense. Big Show has just recently signed a new contract but the prospect of it being him isnt one that fills me with enjoyment, and I doubt it would go over well with the fans in attendance - BRAUN & PARTNER

Alexa Bliss (c) vs Nia Jax: WWE Raw Women’s Championship Match

A match between the two former best friends which sadly feels alot less special than the Smackdown women’s match, due to Asuka’s involvement here and then quickly moving away to the Charlotte feud making Bliss look less important.

When it comes to calling the winner its a tough one, Nia is really someone that makes for a better challenger/chaser for the title as a monster face champion can be awkward to execute well. If Bliss wins I hope they have her more active over the coming month as she feels to have been on the sidelines alot lately.

The real x factor here is Carmella, as this should be the moment she cashes in and decides to go for the Raw title instead of the Smackdown one. It adds alot of interest in their title scene which will be needed, ill go for Nia destroying Bliss and being too tired to capitalise on it while Carmella charges down the ramp to cash in - CARMELLA

Cedric Alexander vs Mustafa Ali: WWE Cruiserweight Tournament Finals For The Cruiserweight Title - Kick-Off Show

A superb tournament from the 205 Live guys with some great performances from their current guys as well as new faces firmly making names for theirselves on the show. 

This should be a really fun match between the two with Ali bringing more on the promo side of things which may mean the edge when deciding a winner, I see Ali winning and moving to a feud with Gulak with hopefully Murphy not far behind - ALI

Andrew The Giant Memorial Battle Royal - Kick-Off Show

Who knows whats happening here, from looking at the announced list of entrants so far you have to be looking at the likes of Elias, Matt Hardy, Ziggler and maybe Corbin. Id throw in Jeff Hardy if they want it to come down to brother vs brother possibly. In terms of surprises id look to NXT first with names such as McIntyre, Almas and maybe even the long-shot of Del Rio who just got released by Impact for shock value - MATT HARDY

Wrestlemania Women’s Battle Royal - Kick-Off Show

Who wins the worst female trophy ever? Expect afew legends in the match like Trish Stratus and hopefully more girls from NXT as they should have had more spots in the Rumble than the likes of Vickie Guerrero and Kelly Kelly. 

Lynch, Banks and Bayley look to be the favourites for the win, maybe one of Banks/Bayley costing the other the win allowing for Becky to take it. If the controversy of Moolah hadn't have occurred I think they would have gotten a main card spot (and more money), oh well its not like the match will be anything special anyway just the women struggling to go over the top as normal.

Hopefully they dont go on about how its the FIRST women’s battle royal at Mania when its not, its really not that difficult to research is it - LYNCH

John Cena vs The Undertaker??

Will this occur in a full match or will it result in a quick brawl? Is Taker ready for a decent length match anymore? Will we get deadman Taker or Biker Taker? Will he appear in the middle of the HOF segment when Kid Rock is announced and drive through them all on his motorbike? Or will Taker just appear and challenge Cena to a match at next years Mania?? 

Get ready for 7 hours, may the force be with you, fOreVER

Bye for now 

Andy