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kitkat238984 · 11 months ago

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Goddess Of Your Dreams (soulmate au)

Summary: In an alternate universe where soulmates are determined by unique marks, you do everything you can to hide your matching soul mark from the cold-hearted handsome devil, Hook.

But when a match with "Timeless" Toni Storm causes your secret to be revealed to the whole world, you have many awkward encounters that leave you both mesmerised and breathless.

TW: Mentions of sexual themes, normal wrestling violence.

The crowd roared as The Chairman’s Intent played through the speakers and Hook entered through the tunnel and made his way down the ramp towards his hungry-for-violence opponent, Wheeler Yuta. Excalibur’s voice fed through the TV screens in the homes of thousands.

“And we see the cold-hearted handsome devil walk down the ramp, so confident and expressionless, a complete contrast to that sunflower soulmark he’s sporting there, wouldn’t you say Taz?”

The father of the heart-throb in the wrestling world had to stay neutral in his job as a commentator, but never hid how proud he was of his son and his achievements. “Of course. But if there’s one thing I’m sure about is that he will make some lucky girl very happy”.

“Hook, doing his ritual of circling around the ring. And I think the soul marks make you realise just how human we all are, showing almost the vulnerability in people as stone cold as Hook”.

The match between Hook and Wheeler wasn’t for any title, only to settle a score when Yuta began cussing out Hook’s arrogance and the friends he “strings along”, and - as he usually does - Hook shoved those words where the sun don’t shine and had him caught in a redrum within minutes. After all, cursing is Danhausen’s thing.

—

A couple of weeks later, you were backstage, preparing for your upcoming fight against ‘Timeless’ Toni Storm for the Women’s World Championship. This was quite frankly the biggest match of your life, and against a wrestler who was far more experienced than yourself, even though you had been in AEW for a year now and had made quite the spectacle of yourself with your alluring character. You couldn’t count the number of times male fans of AEW had approached you with their clever but awkward pick-up lines.

“You’re ready for this” , the voice of your ringside and friend, Kris Statlander, told you whilst patting your shoulder. “You’ve studied every one of her moves and trained for weeks on end. How are you nervous about this?”

You ignored her question with no real answer to give her. You were ready, more than you had ever been for a match, let alone already being a decent wrestler.

You continued to watch yourself in the mirror. You really did look like a goddess. And that wasn’t you trying to be conceited because your whole gimmick was that you were Venus, the Roman goddess of love and beauty and sex and more. You wore waist high blue shorts with decorative white buttons and drawstring with a matching plaid sporting bra which cupped your breasts and made your cleavage visible for all to see.

You didn’t mind being used as sex appeal to be honest as it made you feel a lot more confident in your self. You’d hardly had any confidence before AEW until one day you decided to be brave, wearing very little sportswear at the gym which happened to be the day you were recognised as a potential for professional wrestling. Coincidence? Who knows, but you didn’t care. Everyone appreciated you as a good sportswoman. You were here and you were proud your dream came true whilst also being one of the best female wrestlers in the company.

“You know why I’m nervous”, you said, timidly, glancing to the right of the mirror to meet the gaze of Kris.

“We go through this every time, no one’s going to see it. They never do! That choker is very secure. You might as well be strangling yourself”.

You hummed, instinctively slipping your hand under the large braid that snaked down the right side of your neck and swept your fingers under the choker, touching where you knew your soul mark to be.

“I don’t even know why you bother hiding it. It’ll come out eventually. One of your hookups are going to piece it together”.

You smiled and chuckled lightly at her comment and turned around, tiptoeing to lean closer to her ear.

You whispered, “Daniel Garcia didn’t say anything when he had his hands wrapped round my throat”.

With a hearty laugh, you went to leave the room you used as a dressing room hearing her dramatically gasp, saying “Y/N, you’re such a slut!”

The door was half open with you facing inside. “I may be a slut but I still have morals. My soulmate is more important than any of those floozies”, you laughed again and opened the door fully, but almost crashed into a figure who was walking past and most likely heard the last of your conversation.

You looked up at the tall man wearing a white hoodie and black sweatpants and immediately cleared your throat and glanced back down when you made quick eye contact when he glanced at you with a raised eyebrow and continued on his way, not stopping once to question what he just heard.

“Awkward”. You turned your head to glare before nodding your head towards the hallway so you can get ready to go on, not before taking one last look at the cold-hearted Hook who had his hood covering that damned mark that matched yours.

Why, of all people, him?

You’d never even spoken to each other and you always thought that your personalities would clash. That is, if you even knew his personality. His cool exterior was only an act after all - or at least most of it. You had no clue where to even start with him.

Your ‘quick look back’ must have lasted a little longer than you anticipated because you found yourself being pushed through the dimly lit hallway towards the stage.

Toni Storm was already out there making her extravagant entrance as usual and the nerves suddenly hit you again like a continuous stabbing to the gut.

Kris must have read you like a book because she began roughly massaging your shoulders and shaking you, waking you out of the depths of your own mind.

“You got this", she told you. “Rip out the feathers of her boa and you’ll have her crumbling on the spot”.

“Or that would just make her even more angry?"

“Just beat her senseless and bring back that belt. Come on, we’re on”.

You heard the guitar riff you’d heard so many times which was your entrance song, 'Venus' by Shocking Blue - ironically not such a shocking song for your character.

Holding your best flirty face, you walked through the tunnel and stood centre stage, eyeing the crowd and blowing kisses at certain men on the front row, contributing to your act. You made eye contact with Toni Storm and gracefully travelled down the ramp with Kris tailing behind you, riling up the crowd a bit before walking around ringside.

Entering the ring you saw she had a mic in her hand and so you thought you’d wait to attack and have a little fun first.

“Any words before I banish you off the screen?”

You motioned for the mic and she willingly let you have it. “First off, that belt clashes with your outfit. And secondly… I’m about to knock you into the 1800s, showgirl”.

You throw the mic to the side and headed straight for the attack which Storm skilfully dodges but you bounce back on the ropes and high kick her in the face which makes her stumble back.

You go back and forth with the attacks and a few minutes in it’s still difficult to predict a winner as you both fight through the pain, eager to get your hands on that belt.

You let her swing you around the ring before stranding you in the middle where she kicked your back and you fell forward, face first into the canvas. Blood was most likely pouring from your nose at this point and you felt pretty helpless but, your arms the only thing keeping you up, even when she had your legs bent and leaning on your back you still wouldn’t budge so the referee never started counting.

Everything from that point felt like slow-motion. Storm yanked up your hair and grabbed a hold of the precious choker that you felt the need to guard with your life. However, you couldn’t stop her as your arms were still in use to hold you up.

You thought you could hear the voices of Excalibur, Tony, and Taz commenting on this scene when your oxygen privileges were taken away from you for a brief couple of seconds.

“Dramatic as ever! Toni Storm ripping that choker from Venus, breaks the chain, and still has her-”

“Wait a minute there, Tony”, Excalibur interrupts. “What’s that? On her neck?”

“Why, it’s a sunflower!” He was quick to reply. “Oh, my god! Now, for anyone who doesn’t remember, that’s the exact same soul mark as our very own Hook! Taz, how are you feeling about this?”

A few seconds passed before Taz responded to that question, bewildered by this realisation that millions of people in the fanbase had just come to terms with. “For the first time ever, I-I have no words. I’m utterly speechless”.

You couldn’t believe what had just happened. You were in such shock that the one thing you were trying to hide was revealed that you lost control of your arms and they gave in to both the weight of yourself and Toni - who was still laying over your back - and the recoil of your head after the breakage of your choker.

You acted fast when the referee began smacking his hand on the canvas and you swung your elbow back into Storm’s side, rolling her onto her front in place of you, pulling her legs back and holding down her upper back with your knees so she couldn’t escape.

Within three seconds, you heard the ring of the bell indicating your victory and had secured yourself the WWC. You carefully got off your opponent and used your large braid which was still somehow intact to cover the sunflower mark. You knew it was all too late but perhaps you could save yourself at least a little dignity for now.

You allowed your hand to be raised in the air and for the Women’s World Championship belt to be slung over your shoulder. You decided to not let your revealed secret take away your triumph and you gladly stood on the ropes of the ring and held up the belt for the world to see. Most of the crowd were cheering which you were relieved at.

Jumping out of the ring you picked up a mic and yelled out, “Checkmate, bitch!” before Kris attacked you with a hug which you happily embraced, knocking the microphone out of your hand.

With smiles strewn across your faces, you limped up the ramp and gave the camera a wink and blew a kiss before heading through the tunnel.

You were greeted with “well done”s and “congratulations”’s, and you didn’t fail to notice every one of them look at where your soul mark was.

“I can’t believe I just did that”, you said to them all, still breathless.

“We thought you were a goner when she had you pinned like that. Such a turn around”.

“Saw it in the viewing room. Could’ve gone either way”.

“Y/N…” a stern voice called to you. You turned to see who it was and came face-to-face with the one and only Tony Khan.

Ah shit.

“I hate to cut this celebration short but could I speak with you for a moment?”

You stared in shock. “Uh yeah of course”.

He couldn’t fire you, could he? It was just a soul mark. Even though the scenario that he would get rid of you was unlikely, the fear plagued your mind.

—

“I first want to say well done for securing the Women’s World Championship. You deserve it after all the effort you’ve put in this year”.

“Thank you”, is all you managed to say.

“I’m going to be straight with you. It was very irresponsible to keep something like a soul mark matched with another wrestler away from myself and the team. We would have understood if you wanted to keep that a secret from the public but not us. We could have helped you and prevented a situation like this from happening".

You sighed, knowing he was completely right and you should have at least told someone about it so you could get help to cover it rather than taking it upon yourself to hide it from everyone.

“We can’t do much about it now. The public already knows and we’ll just have to go with it”.

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying, sir?”

“If what you’re thinking is incorporating it into a story line, then yes”.

You had such mixed emotions coursing through your veins at this moment. You were relieved that you weren’t in trouble, excited you were part of a new story line, thrilled that you’d just won your match against Toni Storm, and scared as to what your soulmate would say to you after this.

He continued. “But I have to ask. Did Hook know?”

You shook your head lightly in shame and looked down at the hands that sat fidgety on your lap.

“Well I’ll give you time to sort out a few personal things, and I’ll make sure promos are recorded regarding your new on-screen romance first before there’s any action in the ring. Thank you”.

You nodded in appreciation and left his makeshift office, now bubbling in anticipation at this new opportunity. You practically ran to your dressing room where Kris said she’d meet you and you’d get changed and party until dawn, drinking to celebrate your success and to also forget about the future encounter with Hook, well… Tyler is what you’d found out his name was, but you weren’t ready to be so casual with someone you'd never spoken to before.

—

When you were back at work, you expected Hook to approach you straight away, however, the most you got out of him was a mere glance your way or sometimes you’d catch him staring at your back, not that he seemed even the slightest bit embarrassed to turn away.

You couldn’t possibly start any conversation with him. In fact, when you were told what was happening for one of the promos, introducing your on-screen romance, you never spoke to him about it and had to improvise when the cameras were placed on you both.

“Danhausen, tell us how you’re feeling about the upcoming trios match?” The interviewer asked him. Danhausen being himself, he had this scary yet amusing pose with clawed fingers in front of him.

“Very good. I have cursed all three of them so they may die before then”, he said in his freaky accent.

“And of course you’re teaming with Hook and Orange Cassidy - a pretty strong team formed there if you ask me - how do you think they’re coping with the pressure of this match?”

“I fear they are frozen”.

“Uh frozen? What do you mean by that?”

“Some powerful sorcery has frozen them in time. Look!”.

The camera first focused on Orange Cassidy who was leaning up against a wall, both arms and legs crossed and slowly chewing on a piece of gum.

The camera then turned to you and Hook who were told to stand opposite one another, simply staring into the other’s eyes, your soul mark being the one to show the camera.

Although it was only acting, you still felt butterflies floating around your stomach since this was technically the most you’ve ever interacted with him, your soulmate. No one else’s soulmate. None of his adoring female fans had the same mark as him on their necks. The thought of you being the special one almost brought a smile to your face, but you had to stop yourself when you remembered the cameras.

You used this time to really appreciate his facial features. How had you not realised how attractive he was sooner? His jawline was well-defined yet looked so soft to touch. And his eyes… so dark but so… intriguing… and… and… what were you saying?

You’d got so lost in the moment that you hadn’t even realised that the cameras were no longer on your faces. It was only when the clicking of Danhausen’s fingers in between you both that you were brought out of your trance.

“I fixed them! I didn’t know I could uncurse someone…”

You saw Orange Cassidy on the other side of the room, peeking over the top of his sunglasses with his suggestive look at you. Hook hadn’t once flinched or maybe even blinked and still continued staring your way. The fear and self-consciousness struck you like it had done a thousand times before and you awkwardly walked past him towards catering where you were to meet Kris and Willow.

You were smitten alright. Unmistakably. And you did not want to make yourself feel even more flustered than that situation had already made you.

—

The plan was simple. "Timeless" Toni Storm and her husband and AEW wrestler, Juice Robinson, would talk shit about you in the ring, daring you to come out with the belt. You’d go out, say something snarky, they’d beat the crap out of you, and Hook comes out to save you. Easy. Simple.

Except it really wasn’t that simple. Not when Hook was involved. You couldn’t bring yourself to confront him again. Danhausen’s promo was only the beginning and you only just managed to hold yourself together then.

It took you a few laps around your hotel room that morning to clear your mind of the worries. Once all of this was over and everything made sense in the world, there would be nothing left to worry about and you would actually be able to get on with your life and career in peace.

You were backstage, ready for your entrance. Hook stood only a couple metres away, eating a bag of chips. If there was one thing you definitely knew about Hook as Tyler, it was that he loved chips. Even when the cameras were nowhere in sight you always saw him with chips to hand.

“...so what I want to say to Venus is that if you want to disrespect my beautiful wife, then you can come out here and say it to me as well. Come on! What are you afraid of? Everyone knows your dirty little secret now so you might as well show it to the world!”

You took that as your cue and motioned for the sound and visuals manager to play your into. When it began, you wasted no time strutting out on stage, with no bother sending kisses to the crowd. After all, you were meant to be angry at them.

You were given a mic at the end of the ramp and when you entered the ring, the power couple before you stood tall and confident, looking down at you who stood alone with your newly won belt you felt the need to protect.

“Let us not dither with such a minor dispute. I don’t want to waste my time with an extra”, Storm laughed, and you heard a few boos in the crowd. Thank you. “You have stolen what is mine and I want it back. Now”.

You smirked to the crowd and back at her who had her hand out expectedly.

“It’s actually my belt now. My belt, my championship, my title. If you want it, you’ll have to come and take it from me. Mr. Loverboy over here don’t scare me”.

An impulsive thought suddenly came to you whilst saying that. Where were their soul marks? Were they matching? People get into relationships, but normally they wait for their soulmates for marriage. Perhaps you just couldn’t see their marks, you thought, but then inwardly grimaced at where it might be as Robinson wasn’t exactly hiding much of himself with the amount of clothing he was wearing.

“And where’s yours?” she asked. “Are you done staring at each other or are you still both lost little puppies, looking for their owners?” The teasing began to infuriate you. She must have been told to make the most of how she was the one to shed the light on your soul mark.

“It’s… none of your business…” you awkwardly stated, glancing off to the side.

“I’ll tell you what is my business. That championship. Darling?”

Within seconds, the mic flung out of your hands for goddess knows how many times now and before you knew it, your hands were pinned behind your back and you had fallen to your knees, hair pulled to look up the 1920s star, officially at the mercy of the couple.

As always, Storm dramatised the entire scenario, acting as if the belt was an Oscar she’d won for a picture show, and suddenly flung it to the side of the ring before striking your face with her forearm several times and you could do nothing but endure it.

At one point you decided to test the waters and spat at her, who gasped disgustingly and kicked you to the side and you dropped on the floor.

As if on cue, the arena darkened and Action Bronson played through the speakers, notifying you that Hook had entered the scene, and the butterflies yet again fluttered in your chest.

Don’t get nervous now with millions of people watching you, Y/N.

At the sight of Hook striding down the ramp with his cold-hearted yet handsome, sort of devilish expression - oh you got why they called him that now - Robinson and Storm ran past him towards the tunnel, Hook intimidatingly puffing out his chest through his hoodie as they crossed.

The crowd went absolutely wild when they saw that Hook hadn’t stopped there and fought, but climbed through the ring and stood over your feeble state. As expected and without any exchange of words, he offered you a hand which you looked to the audience for approval before accepting gratefully.

Ahhh it hurts so much. I didn’t realise the soulmate bond was this powerful. Was he feeling the same as me? How was he so cool about this all?

You smiled as you both walked up the ramp in style, a couple that were quite frankly unstoppable to AEW.

You didn’t bother lingering backstage, hoping that maybe Hook would finally approach you since you still couldn’t gather the courage to do it yourself. It was rather hypocritical of you seeing as you had an entire year to say something, but you just wanted to know if he was interested in you or not before making a fool out of yourself.

A small gasp escaped your lips when a strong hand gripped your arm and spun you around where you faced the devil himself. He stared at you like he had all those other times, although you noticed the subtle desperation in his expression as his nose twitched and eyebrows furrowed, adjusting his jaw.

His eyes shifted and you followed his gaze to where your mark was and self-consciously reached up to touch it but his hand gently took hold of your wrist, stopping you, and his head leaned closer toward your neck.

Was this a chapter out of Fifty Shades of Grey or something?

You couldn’t tell if your heart had stopped or if it was beating so furiously that it would burst out of your chest. A shiver sent down your spine and a shaky breath left your lips when you felt his own brush over the mark you shared, giving you the perfect angle to see his own soul mark.

It really was a replica of the one you had which was a given.

His head lifted out of your neck and he met your eyes again, this time exhibiting a sly smirk telling you that he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

How devious… but you couldn’t deny that you were loving every second of it.

“Why were you ignoring me?” you finally managed to ask after weeks since your mark was first shown in the ring. His obvious attraction and reveal of his need for you as well fuelled confidence within you, and you were glad that this encounter had turned out the way it had.

“Why did you hide this from me?” He placed a hand on the side of your neck which now filled you with warmth and comfort.

You kept quiet and bit your bottom lip as you didn’t really have a good explanation for why you did what you did.

He chuckled lightly and quickly looked over your body, licking his lips - a small detail that only someone as close to him as you were in that moment would have noticed.

“Well now I know we’re soulbound, it’d be rude not to ask the lady for a drink after the show. So how about it?”

A large, mischievous grin swept across your face. “I’d love to. But you should know that I don’t commit on the first date. Not to anyone”.

“Not even to your soulmate? Aren’t you meant to be the goddess of love?”

“Are you saying you’re already in love with me?”

You had both found yourselves gradually getting closer and closer. You didn’t even realise when your chests had come into contact, breath tickling each other’s faces.

“Can’t argue with the soulmate bond”.

Almost in desperation, your lips crashed into Hook’s who’s hands travelled to your waist to somehow pull you even closer than you already were, your arms snaking around his neck, fingers sliding through the hair at the top of the nape of his neck.

“...I thought these videos were meant to be about me…” a voice broke you out of your kiss and you felt Hook huff and pout like he usually does, making you giggle at his childishness.

You turned and saw Danhausen standing, watching you both in confusion with the camera crew situated behind him, pointing towards you.

This was undoubtedly going to be aired in a promo but you couldn’t care less in that special moment of yours. The crew left once they realised that you both weren’t going to budge from where you were. You’d just been thrown in the arms of your soulmate after a year of knowing the truth and over a month of incredible attraction.

Your attention was very quickly back on the man securely holding you in place, and you decided to tease him a little if that was the game you were going to be playing. “I’m not just the goddess of love. I’m the goddess of beauty… desire… sex…”

Knowing exactly where you were going with this, his smirk returned, bigger than before. “Well let’s see. Beauty? Check. Desire?” He told a hold of your hand before guiding it towards the bulge that stuck out of his sweatpants. You squeezed his length gently, earning a soft groan before pulling your hand away again. “Check. Sex? Well I guess I’ll be the judge of that”.

His hands slid down, cupping your ass and lifting you up with ease as you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. You felt yourself being carried through the halls backstage and you used this time to entangle your hands back through his hair which caused him to squeeze where his hands were placed on your backside.

You lightly nibbled on his neck where the mark was and breathed in all of him.

Ugh. Did he always smell this fucking good?

You didn’t care if the people you passed were judging you or not; you only cared that all this tension was finally about to be released.

“You’ll be turning full heel after the night is over, baby. I’m about the fuck all that gracefulness out of you”.

You giggled and leaned in close to his ear and whispered, “You just try me”.

THE END.

#hook aew #hook x reader #aew #danhausen #aew fanfiction #hook x you #hook x y/n #hook fanfiction

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redpool · 26 days ago

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The only problem with me getting back into wrestling is my fan fiction addiction.

#ive either already read everything for said wrestler #or no one writes for said wrestler #aew #aew x reader #swerve strickland #chuck taylor #danhausen #all elite wrestling #matt taven #adam page #aew hook #dante martin #konosuke takeshita #kyle fletcher #max caster #mjf

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lexi0widow · 1 year ago

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Yk at AEW all in london during the hook vs jack perry match when hook slams him into the car but immediately grabs his head in pain.

Ive been thinking about that so heres a drabble of hook coming home to you with a pouding headache because of that moment 😛

The moment in question in case you need context

Hook groaned out again, he had been laying across the couch with his head in your lap for what felt like days but was more so about two hours.

His head had been pounding since his match earlier tonight and he had came to you in the hopes that you could help him feel better, and whilst your fingers running through his hair was soothing his migraine just wouldn’t go away.

‘Sit up for me hon.’ You said gently

He sits up slowly groaning out in pain whilst doing so he looks at you silently asking what you’re gonna do. Instead of answering you stand up, grabbing water and some of his favourite snacks, you turn the tv on so you two can continue the show you both are watching.

You drop the snacks and remote on the bed going back to where hes sat to grab his hand pulling him up and dragging him to bed. You lay down and open your arms allowing him to lay on top of you.

You continue to stroke his hair making sure he drinks plenty of water as you both eat some snacks. After about 30 minutes his breathing begins to soften and his eyes close.

‘Goodnight my love, Im so proud of you.’

Is the last thing he hears before drifting off to sleep.

#hook x reader #send hook #hook aew #hook aew x reader #aew x reader #aew #danhausen #hookhausen #wrestling #wrestling x reader #x reader #im in love with hook #wwe #wwe x reader #aew rampage #aew dynamite

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dagermanvampdanhausen · 7 months ago

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You’ve given me everything, now I’ll give the Devil your due.

#danhausen #daddyhausen #Aew #Aew Danhausen #aew dynamite #aew collision #aew rampage #hook #aew hook #hookhausen #hook x maven #aew x reader #Danhausen x maven #AEW X oc

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somasbrianrot · 1 year ago

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Nepotism? Who’s She

(Pt5/?)

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

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

Warnings ; Yandere themes, sexual themes, Roman being an asshole as per usual, Maxwell being an asshole

A/N, I may or may not have put a self insert in here somewhere, hehe

With a disgruntled groan you stepped over to the door “Okay okay calm down I’m nearly there” you sigh to yourself, rubbing your eyes as you opened the door, you at the man who you opened the door too “Roman? what...how did you know where my room was?” you stare up at the taller male as his eyes roamed you (In my mind reader is between 5′5-5′10 btw) “Who’s shirt are you wearing?” he asks, you think you hear a possessive edge to his voice.

“Answer my question first” you inquired, staring the man in your hotel doorway down “I have my ways Babygirl” he says, shouldering past you and into your room, he had to get through your kitchenette to make way to your bed, you rushed forward and stood in front of him.

“Roman you can’t just barge into my room!” you say, placing both hands on his chest to stop him from making his way to the bed, he grabs your wrists and pulls you closer, staring down into your eyes “Why’d you leave? you trying to escape your tribal chief? that’s not how it works baby” he shoved you into the kitchenette counter, his hands resting on the counter and effectively caging you in, staring down at you like a primal animal.

“I- Roman we were never dating! You cannot just barge in he.....” your sentence trails off into a gasp as his hands run up the shirt you were wearing “That’s about three questions you haven’t answered yet, so tell me who’s shirt this is before I fucking rip it off of your pretty little body” You squirmed and tried to struggle out of his hold, he grabbed the collar of the button up shirt and stared at you.

“I suggest you take your hands off her before I call security and have your sorry excuse of an ass escorted out” you sigh in relief, the commotion must have woken Darby up, Roman looks over and chuckles as he let’s go of you “Really? really Y/N? you have me, Roman Reigns, The Tribal Chief and he’s the one you run around with” at this point Darby had the hotel phone in his hand “I’m not going to warn you again” Roman puts his hands up in defense and steps out, but not before looking at you.

“This is not over between us, I promise you will be mine” Roman then walks off with a sinister threat, you run into Darby’s arms, leaning against his lean chest as he wrapped you up in his arms, shushing you “He won’t touch you pretty girl, I promise you that” you nodded and he leaned down to peck your lips “There’s my baby” you smiled at him and you both walked over to the bed.

“...Darby what are we?” you look at him, with pursed lips “I...I don’t just want to be fuck buddies” you confessed, he stared at you with light blue orbs then grabbed your hands “We can be whatever you want” you sighed “I...need to think about this...with everything going on” he nodded “Take as long as you need Doll” you smiled and hug him “Thanks, but we’re definitely still friends, right?” you placed your pinky up for a promise “Always” he wrapped his little finger around yours and placed his arms around you, pulling you down to the bed and you laughed, snuggling into his neck.

The next day, AEW Rampage (I am more than likely to mix around the rosters for each brand so just clarifying that)

For some unknown reason, MJF had requested creative to set a match up with you (More like begged lmao) and him against Adam Cole and Britt Baker, you had no idea why but you had no choice but to oblige to the request, you’re in the guerilla, put in a Burberry bralette, you had to admit it was nice and comfortable, you, and Burberry nova pants, you hadn’t like the way they looked so you did a little tweaking with design and got them to sew you something up real quick, your Burberry pants were turned into assless Burberry chaps and you slid on some black underwear underneath, you thought it looked great. (I might draw this out and repost it lmao).

You walked out in Max’s arm, his annoying electro music (I’m so sorry I hate it) the crowd went wild and you grimaced, you really hoped the crowd influence wouldn’t make you guys tag team again, Max stepped into the ring and stepped on the rope to bring it down for you, you smiled at him but ended up springboarding over, the look on Max’s face was priceless.

The arena quieted down as Britt and Adam walked out, tonight was going to be fun.

You and Max had emerge victorious, despite Britt and Adam quite literally choking you and Max with the Burberry scarfs he insisted you brought to the ring for your entrance, you slumped against Max as he screamed profanity's and such at Adam and Britt alike, you laughed as you guys got out of view of the audience, coming back to see Hook sitting on a production box, wrapping up his hands and Dan Hausen next to him, you smiled as Dan jumped around him speaking of all kinds of curses he would put on Hook’s opponents for him

“So babe, you like what you saw in the ring?” Max who is besides you inquires and you roll your eyes “First don’t call me babe, second, no, no I didn’t, especially when you got us choked out with these horrendous scarfs” you remarked at him and he groaned “wow, okay, bitch” “whore” you fired back at him quicker then a bullet “You look horrible in Burberry anyway” you irked at him and tore the chaps off, throwing them at him “take these then!” and ripped your bralette off, thankful you had decided to put an actual bra underneath, you tossed that to him as well “Shove it up your ass Maxwell!” he muttered something before walking off, you felt a tap on your shoulder and turned around, Dan Hausen was holding his cloak out to you “Dan Hausen thinks you might get cold if you do not wear this”

You feel yourself calm down and grab it off of him with a smile across your face, slinging it over your shoulders “Thank you Dan Hausen” you place a kiss on his cheek and he smiles, nodding at you, you look at Hook and he acknowledges you with a nod, you feel your cheeks go red “I’ll return this to you as soon as I can, okay Dan?” he nods and you smile, walking down towards your locker room, a smile across your face.

You sit down on the steel chair you have set up and check your twitter, checking for notifications, you see you’re tagged in something and click it.

You laugh, Your aunt was really something sometimes, she was way younger then your dad was, only in her 20s, her parents didn’t think they could conceive another kid and out came your aunty.

she wrestled in some indie route, she seemed to enjoy it so everyone was glad for her, even you, you got a notification and checked it out

you shook your head with a smile on your face and sighed, placing your phone down as a knock resounded on your door, you opened it to Jamie, you smiled at her “Hey, come in” she smiled and walked in “After the show we were going to go to our hotels and play some party games, want to come?” “I promised my aunty I’d hang with her” “Psh! just bring her with you” you shrug but then nod “If you say so”

“She said she’d come” Jamie grins “This’ll be so cool, can’t wait to meet your aunty!”

You fixed your mascara in the mirror as Torah was busy lacing up her heels, for this hang out you just decided to go in a black and white sleeved mini dress a pair of sandals for comfort, your aunty dressed up in a simple black puff sleeve mini dress, you smiled as you helped her place her chain earrings in her ears and the two of you made your way up the elevator, you got to Jamie’s door and knocked, she opened it “Y/N!” she smiled and pulled you into a hug before looking past you and her jaw dropped, then she smiled widely “no way! you never told me your aunty was Raze!” “You talking about her wrestling name?” she nodded and Torah smiled “I’m such a huge fan” she shook her hand and laughed “Thanks” Jamie led you and Torah in.

Everyone stopped their games and looking over to you two “This is Y/N we all know her, and her aunty” “Holy shit, that’s Raze” you arched your brow as a man with golden curls walked over, you recognized him as Adam Page and he walked over, grabbing your aunties hand and laying a chaste kiss to it, your aunty smiled and drew her hand back, smiling at him, they began conversing as you walked off, you needed a drink, you opened the mini fridge and pulled out a cruiser, standing up you jumped in fright as Orange Cassidy was directly behind you, you sigh in relief “Hi!” you say and he stares at you then just nods as you move past him, you sat on a chair in the corner of the room, someone sat on the arm of the chair and you look up to see Jamie “We’re going to play spin the bottle if you want to join” you perk up and nod, joining the circle of people on the floor.

A/N another cliff hanger! but at least you got a cool aunty out of this, also sorry for the non-update yesterday, I’ve been swamped with school work

#aew #aew wrestling #aew x reader #darby allin #darby allin x reader #mjf #mjf x reader #danhausen #hook #wwe x reader #jamie hayter #roman reigns #roman reigns x reader #self insert #oc

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daddyhausen · 15 days ago

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「 MASTERLISTS 」 | 「 KINKTOBER 2023/2024」

「 COMMISION INFO 」 | 「 LIKE MY WORK? BUY ME A COFFEE — KOFI — DXDDYHXUSEN 」

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「 SUMMARY 」 — its not everyday you get kidnapped by a demon

「 WARNINGS 」 — smut, 18 +, [ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ], kidnapping, restraints, sensory deprivation, gagging, blindfold, drugging, somnophilia, dubcon, rough sex, vaginal sex, penetrative sex, internal cumshot, vaginal creampie, male orgasm

「 WORD COUNT 」 — 980

「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x danhausen

「 GENRE 」 — smut

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「 COMMENT IF YOU WANT TO BE ADDED TO THE TAGLIST 」

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brisk cool air billows through shattered glass against your skin, all numb and frozen, naked and chapped.

springs from a the thin mattress below you dig into your back, pricking and prodding the flesh

wrists bound with rope, or is it cord? you cannot tell, the ache, the material digging into your wrists hurts all the same.

and the taste, plastic. forcing your scared whimpers back down your throat.

even with your eyes obscured and mobility limited, your limbs flail and stretch in a desperate attempt for freedom

although you could not see, your vision grew foggy, not with tiredness, you’re body courses with too much adrenaline you could barely comprehend in this moment, it is more of a blur, dusty and hazy like a memory you could not quite put a finger on, even against the blackness of the eye mask.

it is during your feeble attempt to escape you hear it, a shuffle followed by a soft groan.

it is quiet, or at least attempting to be, hidden in the far reaches of whatever cramped shit hole you found yourself in.

you froze, hoping that your lack of movement would deter whatever, whoever, was obscured behind the blindfold.

the soft grunt flutters though your ears, a moan follows, shaky and breathy as it attempts to stifle its noise.

your blood runs cold at the thought of another being inhabiting the same space as you.

a creak rings in your ears as deafening as church bells at morning mass, accompanied with another, than another henceforth and so on until you can feel the heat practically radiating off of the figure as it stand by your bedside

its breath laboured and weary, almost hesitant as it leans closer, soft exhales leave your skin tingling as its breath fans against your exposed nipples, all stiff and perky from the sudden waft of air.

the figure does not speak, it had no need to, although you wish it did, maybe in your own twisted comprehension, it would somehow alleviate the fear.

it’s tongue lolls out of its mouth unbeknownst to you, teasing your nipple with thorough, meticulous licks, testing the waters to gain your attention.

your body involuntarily leans into the sensation, your senses heightened by the lack of your two most dominant ones.

as the sensation of its tongue falters, your body is met with another, one more sharp and sudden, at the side of your neck, a hiss leaving your lips, mind once again clouding with fog of a distant memory

one not to put you to sleep but more or less to envelop you in the sense of euphoria.

with shaky hands it lifts the blindfold from your eyes

your lack of reaction seems to please the figure, whose body now resides atop of you, a heavy compression straddling your hips.

your eyes scan his figure languidly, taking him in for a moment, a mass of short, cropped hair lay dark like a tousled bird's nest on his head, body inked, face painted white, accompanying smears of black and red around his eyes.

he made no attempt to speak, his body bare just as yours is, his cock stiffens at the predicament laid before him.

he sits between your thighs, spreading them with his knee, your body far too heavy for you to react accordingly.

by rights, if you were not bound by your wrists and forcibly inebriated you would have reacted.

he offers you a sweet smile, once that seems more menacing that he’s willing to entail.

two fingers dip between your folds, gathering slick that had managed to soak between your thighs.

even you are surprised by that sentiment as he pulls two glistening fingers back up from between your thighs, wetness dripping from thick, inky digits in silky globs.

he lets his tongue fall out of his mouth, gathering the slick on his tongue, sucking greedily at your taste, savouring it, silently begging for more.

he shudders at your taste, his cock pulsing, half-hard against his thigh, he tugs at it, spreading precum up and down his shaft as a makeshift lubricant.

he’s lucky you’re in the state that you are, half-conscious and imoblie.

he so easily lifts your legs up onto his shoulders, your body compressed half on yourself as he manages to secure you into a mating press.

his cock slips into you with little resistance, your cunt so pliable and warm.

dripping around his length as he forces himself into.

the intrusion was one you felt instantly, your walls clenching around him in an attempt of resistance, feeling him bully his cock head into you he met your cervix

he stays in position for a while, pulling the blindfold back over your eyes with a sickening smirk.

he began to move with violent thrust, punishing your petite cunt, not so used to a cock of his girth.

spit pooled around the plastic he’d so haphazardly gadded you with, drool streaming down your cheeks

the pain soon reached a limit where it dulled, spread through your body like a wildfire, and you enjoy it…very much so.

you feel him in the caverns of your womb, about ready to empty himself into you with his potent seed.

your mind telling you to resist, relent against him, yet your body…it welcomes it…it welcomes him.

he takes note of this, how your body becomes nothing more than putty in his palms, like sand of effortlessly slipping through his fingers

he unloads a series of vicious thrusts, emptying his hot cum deep into your void, silently praying that it takes.

he remains still for a moment, not wanting to waste any of his precious cum.

after a few minutes he pulls out, you’re left empty and dripping with his seed, breathless and craving more.

lucky you, the remainder of your days will be spent, barefoot, bound and full.

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#{ my fics : 🤍 }#danhausen #danhausen x reader #kinktober #kinktober 2024 #aew #wrestling imagine #wrestling smut #aew imagine #aew wrestling #aew fanfiction

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delilahcalicocat · 7 months ago

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Can i request an AEW Hook x reader fic where reader got pregnant with his baby and she broke up with him without telling him that she was pregnant. Reader returns to AEW 1 year later for Taz's birthday and she brings the baby with her but she tries to hide the baby from Hook. Hook finds out the truth somehow

A/N: Ofc!!! Honestly I made it half-angst half-fluff :) and reader had twins in this I guess-

♡~Wha- How...~☆

{Ratin: Fluff and Angst}

{Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Pregnancy/Birth.}

{Pairing: HOOK/Tyler x Fem!Reader}

You and Hook had dated for sometime, until the night you'd caught him with your own friend in your bed..

A little while after that, you two made up. Until Hook splashed the cold water and said he wanted to break up with you..

You were a mess after that day, watching him move out of your house... the tears mixed with your eyeliner.. the stains on your cheeks for the rest of the day.

You both wrestled for AEW, so what was wrong.. Did He move on?

You didn't know. But you couldn't care because you never told Hook about the secret, you wanted to tell him. But then he broke up with you-

Next thing you know. It's been a few months and you wish you could wrestle, but you had two little Demon spawns crawl into the world a month ago. So you were on the shelf.

But while said spawns were asleep, you flicked through channels on the TV. Knowing if you even wink. Those demons would cry.

So you tried your best to stay awake, but failed majorly. You ended up asleep in 30 minutes probably for not sleeping for almost 2 weeks straight because of your kids.

You eventually recovered, and you were ready to wrestle again. But- you had to travel with your son, since your mom had forgotten to get him out of the car seat from your trip to the shop, so while your daughter Arianna slept soundly in her cradle. You had to deal with Jayson, who was a feisty little mess.

Your jaw dropped when you saw.. Him.

"Fuck- Tyler's coming..." You spoke, hiding your son in your locker room

You heard Hook chatting with Taz, about the birthday plans after the show.. you tried to be as silent as ever so they wouldn't know you and your son were in the locker room

"Alright Dad, I'll see you later- have fun on commentary" Hook spoke as his dad walked off

You on the other hand were still silent, until you left your locker room to go towards the ring.

"Oh! Hey Y/N!" You heard Danhausen say at the worst possible time

"Hi Danhausen!" You said back, trying to act like everything was peaches & cream.

"Hey Y/N-" You froze like a Mouse that was seen by a cat

('FuckFuckFuckFuckFuck') you thought, you were panicked.

"Why do you seem so nervous? Is there something up? Y/N?" He asked

"Oh, I'm just nervous to be back y'know?"

"You sure? Because it seems like your-"

"YES! Fuck! I'm sorry I'm just nervous for my match- I gotta go warm-up." You spat

Quickly you ran off, and handed your son off to your good friend Darby. Since Willow was busy.

"Oh. Hey Darby, what're you doin'?" Hook asked

"Just Watching Y/N's Son-" Darby Said

"Y/N has a son? Wow... I thought she wouldn't have moved on that fast" Hook said

"Dumbass- it's your fucking son. You knocked her up before you left her. So she is a single mother of two." Kenny Omega spoke

"Wha- How-..." Hook looked shocked

After that revelation, he went off to find you. You'd just come back from your match and wanted to go get your son until Hook stopped you.

"Hey Y/N, I found out about Jayson and Arianna" He sighed

"How the fuck did you- why do you- The fuck?!" You spoke quickly.

"Kenny and Darby Told me what happened after our break up." He said

"So? What's the fucking point Tyler? You've probably got some girl waiting for you." You spat

"Actually no. I've stopped my whole streak of cheating, I feel awful that I left you before you could tell me..." He admitted

"Can I actually trust you..?" You asked

"Yes, Y/N I'm sorry.." He said

You both hugged and Hook gave you some time before the big dinner to think...

#aew #aew fanfiction #aew hook fic #hook aew #aew hook x reader #730 hook

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moxleys-whore · 1 year ago

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Requests are open! I write for most aew wrestlers! (I'll work on a list eventually)

I write just about anything too, I can do cute little fluffy shit and some hardcore smut bc I'm a whore<3. I mainly write for a dom!reader for smut.

#send me requests #aew x reader #aew headcannon #danhausen imagine #orange cassidy #mjf x reader #evil uno x reader #hangman adam page x reader

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edgessunflower · 1 year ago

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Hook fic with this prompt "Even more beautiful than you were the last time I saw you" please?

Not me using friends to enemies to lovers tropes

I let fear change me and lost you

Pairing: Hook x Fem reader

Description: You come back from injury and switch from Impact to AEW where you reunite with your old friend and rival Hook

Things felt like the world was lifted off your shoulders walking into the arena meeting with Tony Khan before your debut match with AEW feeling instant acceptance. You had gotten badly injured while wrestling for Impact as things slowly became too much in the months before you injury deciding the day after that you were going to switch brands spending the next few weeks deciding where you would go to deciding to go to AEW after getting a personal message from Adam Cole on Instagram leading to a phone call with tony who agreed to have you under the brand and allowed you to choose your debut match choosing AEW Rampage later that month, a smile grows on your face when tony has you and adam officially meet becoming friends off the bat meeting a few other wrestlers before heading to your locker room to stretch and slowly get ready for your match against Julia Hart looking up when you hear a knock turning to see a man with unusual makeup on his face learning his name was Danhausen noticing the man behind making your heart sink knowing that face anywhere but not by the same name AEW knew him as "Tyler?!". Looks of realization cross both your faces as mixed emotions form "What the hell are you doing here?" soon words are thrown around before Hook as he's known as is dragged out of your locker room by hausen and Sting explaining how the two of you were friends in middle school and not too long before you left for college abroad things changed and soured between the two of you but you still loved him hoping things could be patched up but you were close to losing hope for things ever being repaired between you and hook taking out your frustrations out in your match against julia winning the match earning compliments from sting, Moxley, and even MJF who had heard about you from adam after he came back to his locker room from talking to you stopping in the doorway of your locker room when you see hook in the room "I was never mad at you" you raise a brow as he standa up "What are you talking about?" he sighs as you stand on guard after what happened earlier "Everything I said to you before you left I didn't mean it, I let fear change me and lost you because of it" you feel your heart quiver as he walks to you seeing the tears in his eyes hugging each other before sharing a frantic kiss "God I'm sorry for being so fucking stupid". The two of you hold each other after you closed and locked the door talking over what had happened realizing it was due to the stress around the time and the fear of rejection between the two of you "I love you so much hon" you felt happier than you had in a long while that first night with AEW and finally having the feelings you kept hidden for hook on the line and that he returned them "I love you hook".

#hook x reader #aew #aew x reader #hook

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dirtywrestling · 2 years ago

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I've never seen a fic about him so can I request a Wrestler!MaleReader x Bryce Remsburg?, he is a cutie by the way😂

-I sadly couldn't find a gif of him-

Pairing: Bryce Remsburg x Male!Reader

Warnings: Nothing too bad, teasing? Fluff.

Follow My Side Blog!: @dirtywresling102

"No, no, no!" Bryce yelled as he snatched the kendo stick from your hands.

You quickly turned around to see Bryce who was the ref during this match take away your weapon so you could finally end it all. "Come on, Bryce! Just turn a your head away while I smack him! Then I can finally pin him!"

"Y/N, I'm going to have to DQ you if you do that." Bryce warned as you playfully rolled your eyes with a huff.

"Bro, he keeps kicking out!" You looked at Danhausen who was laying on the mat breathing heavily after the beating you gave him followed up by a pin that he kicked out of. "He's a evil bastard that won't kick out!" You groaned.

"I'm warning you, Y/N."

"Ugh, fine!" You groaned, about to walk back to Danhausen but he quickly slipped behind you, making you trip and fall on your back. Danhausen went for the pin, pulling all his weight on you so you wouldn't kick out.

The third slap rang and the bell dinged. Bryce held Danhausen's hand up in the air making you quickly stand up. "What was that!" You yelled.

"Danhausen won, clean." Bryce said smiling towards you.

You groaned lowly, you knew you couldn't be mad at Bryce especially with that cute smile.

#aew #aew Bryce Remsburg #Bryce Remsburg #Bryce Remsburg fanfic #Bryce Remsburg wrestling #all elite wrestling #aew ref #aew dynamite #Bryce Remsburg x you #Bryce Remsburg x reader #Bryce Remsburg imagine

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itjazzbicch · 3 years ago

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All That Matters

Pairing: Dahausen x Fem Reader

Summary: The reader follows her fellow members of Team Taz, watching Hook's new partnership with Dahausen, but hiding the fact that she is actually attracted to him. During a night at the gym, Ricky, Hobbs and Hook find her journal, learning her true feelings about Danhausen and having emotions exploding everywhere...

Warnings: Bit of angst between Team Taz, Swearing (First time I ever wrote Danhausen, so I hope I did well!)

Requested by: @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch (I hope you enjoy it!)

Word Count: 1.4k

Tag List: @demonqueen29 @peachy-satan00 @new-zealand-chic @crowleysqueenofhell @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @thatpanpal @damnnhausen @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @linziland13 @xxx-jazz-xxx @writtingrose @whenimakeitshine1234 @cuzimacomedian

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:

“I still can’t believe Hook is hanging out with that clown,” Ricky walked into the gym with disgust on his face, Hook standing next to Danhausen as he was doing ‘pull-ups’ and by pull-ups, I mean hanging by one arm, body twirling around slowly.”

“Clown?” I laughed while watching just to groan, “He’s the whole damn circus. A big ass joke.”

“You can say that again,” Hobbs followed, all of us putting our gym bags on the bench next to Hooks.

It was so hard not to laugh at Ricky and Hobbs’s faces when Danhausen, still hanging by an arm, waved over, smiling wide:

“Hookhausen is alone no more! Team Taz in full force, Danhausen loves to see it!”

I had to walk away, breathing hitched from holding my laugh, hearing Ricky mumbled:

“What the fuck is wrong with that man?”

I kept my distance from all the guys and started stretching, having a more unique workout compared to them. At one point I was so zoned out, upside down hanging from a bar, doing sit ups and startled when I heard next to me:

“Wow! Danhausen is impressed! That’s very impressive!”

Seeing that it was just Dahausen, I settled, stopping for a moment when I took the time to see how pretty his eyes actually were in the light, feeling a small smile starting to form, till I saw Ricky and Hobbs in the corner of my eye, looking in our direction.

All I did was nod, then went back to my sit ups, fighting that smile again and hearing Dahausen saying to Hook:

“Hookhausen should train with her! Look how impressive she is!”

There was tension all around me and I could feel its massive energy radiating from the guys, making me workout quicker with a racing heart. I was going to wrap it up after those sit ups, but I noticed them all going to the locker room and I needed to be away from them, so I went to the treadmill.

“Hey, we’re wrapping up,” Ricky scoffed, looking to me.

I had to have been going max speed, yelling to Ricky:

“Go then! I won’t be long!”

He walked off with an eye roll, finally having some peace to myself and having to run so hard, pushing myself, it made me focused on that solely and by the time I was done, I felt exhausted.

Popping out my airpods, I headed over to the bench to get my bag, but when I picked up my bag and opened it, it was all of Hooks stuff.

Hook accidentally took my bag instead of his. I instantly rushed into their locker room with Hook’s bag, saying quickly:

“Dude! Can’t you ever pay attention? You took my bag!”

Completely ignore what I said, Ricky alongside Hook and Hobbs, held up my journal, saying:

“What the fuck is this?”

My body went stiff when my heart dropped, staring at my journal and noticing where my bookmark was, Hobbs looking along and reading out:

“I even caught him without the face paint one day, so handsome, but I love that face of his regardless. Getting to see his tattoos was a woah too, being a sucker for guys with tattoos. He always makes me laugh and smile and it’s so hard to put on this show because of the guys and Taz. They would totally kill me if they knew that I liked him.”

“Are you talking about that fucking clown?” Ricky snapped, pointing back to the bathroom.

None of them turned around to look, but Danhausen actually took a step out of the bathroom, foot halfway out, but stopped and stood still, watching and observing the situation.

“You got one thing right, I’m ready to kill you for this!” Ricky was pissed, Hobbs also expressing:

“What happened to him being the whole damn circus and a joke, huh?”

I was on the verge of tears, going over to take back my journal, but Ricky held up it up high so I couldn’t reach it.

“We asked you a question, Y/N! Answer it!”

“It’s obvious how she feels,” Hook mumbled, glancing up to me then the journal.

Again, I didn’t answer, going to get my journal again just for Ricky to keep it away, snapping, “I’m not gonna sa-“

I was so infuriated that I slapped Ricky across the face, the smacking noise echoing in the room, all of them freezing while I snatched my journal back, throwing Hook’s bag in the corner like a football and taking mine.

“So, you all think it’s just okay to invade peoples privacy?!” I roared, feeling a throb in my neck that grew, “Learn how to mind your own fucking business!”

I stormed off, slamming the door shut hard and when I got outside, I realized that I rode with Ricky and Hobbs and there was no talking to them after I smacked Ricky like that. I went around the building, looking to the full moon, plopping down on a set of stairs and trying not to cry, but failed horribly.

Pissed off, upset, feeling a bit betrayed by them going through my things like they did; I just couldn’t believe it, wiping the tears away and looking up when I heard a soft voice:

“Is it okay if Dahausen joins you?”

Still in sweat pants and cape, he took the time to come check on me and there was no way I could reject him after all of that, nodding to him, keeping our gaze as he sat next to me softly.

There was a small silence that began to feel awkward and all of my feelings and thoughts were obvious now, going to speak but he said first:

“So, you actually like Danhausen?”

I wasn’t sure if he was nervous or just really needed to believe it; Either way, what was the point in lying or hiding anything?

“I do,” I whispered, looking down at my fidgeting hands, admitting, “I just- you’re really one of a kind. You’re always yourself, don’t care what people think, truly kind, and I can’t help but have this attraction towards you. I like you a lot actually.”

Leaning to my knees, I started to cry again, overloaded with emotion, but still listening when he leaned down along with me, expressing along with his hands:

“Danhausen knows how Starks and Hobbs can be, believe me, I’ve been wanting to curse them, BUT; Like you mentioned, I don’t care what people think of me. Maybe you should do the same.”

Reconnecting a gaze, I knew he meant that with his heart and good intentions, trying to help me in the best way he could, doing just that when he said quickly:

“Just do not ever smack Danhausen like you did Starks. Jaw still hurts watching, my goodness! Dahausen has never seen so much force in a slap before!”

I instantly started laughing when he rubbed his jaw at the same time, settling down and watching a pure smile grow on his face, placing his hand next to mine on the stairs.

“Is it okay if Dahausen tells you something?”

With a nod, I was watching his hand, heart beginning to race again when he took my hand carefully, soft in mine as they interlocked and he admitted to me:

“Dahausen likes you too. A lot.”

His smile was super contagious, all of that anger and sadness wiped away now knowing that we shared the same feelings, squeezing his hand and whispering:

“You sure? I know I’ve said some things and-“

“Oh those were lies,” He swatted his free hand in the air, squeezing my other hand back, “It was quite obvious you only did those kind of things in front of them.”

Man, he sure was observant, hitting that nail on the head, making me smile more:

“Never mind what they think. If Dahausen and Y/N are happy, that’s all that matters.”

For someone that people may have found goofy, weird, or plain crazy, he sure was smart and had a good way of thinking, keeping me smiling.

“Y/N agrees,” I giggled, hugging as he opened his arms up wide, then latched around with a little shake, keeping me snug and tight in his arms, a good hug that I needed.

“Y/N-Hausen, what do you think?” He suggested and when I nodded, his eyes lit up, “Ah! Marvelous!”

I went to speak on it, but was left speechless, having to lean his head down to press his lips into mine, not trying to just make me happy or anything, truly meaning it with his spirituous heart and did kiss back, a hot heat in my cheeks, obviously flustered when he pulled back with a small pop.

“Don’t worry, Y/N,” His arm wrapped around my shoulder, laying his head on top of mine, truly believing every word he said, hand waving up and past all the stars and moon, “We can take on the whole world if we have to.”

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