#darby allin fic

[haddonfieldwhore]

we make a good team - darby allin

darby allin x gn!reader

word count: 1.4k

warnings: briefly suggestive?, sting is readers father, language

summary: when you and darby are paired as a tag team, he helps you with your ring gear

your whole life you had been surrounded by wrestling, so it was no surprise to your father sting, when you told him you wanted to follow in his footsteps. after years of training and practice and tryouts, last year you had finally made it to aew, and had an impressive first run on the roster. the feuds you had recently been a part of had ended a few weeks ago, and tony had told you a few days ago that you would be doing a short tag team run with darby allin, who was a protege of your fathers. if it went over well with the fans, you would continue as a team for a while and go after the tag titles.

you and darby had become quite close in the short time you had been with the company, sharing similar styles and interests, as well as being close in age. sting was happy to see the two of you getting along, and your character fit perfectly with their aesthetic, under your ring name ‘thorn’. you and darby had been practicing for your match for days, and something about working so closely with him had made you realize that you had developed a crush on him. sometimes it seemed like maybe he felt the same, but you didn’t want to risk ruining your new partnership before your first match; and his friendship meant a lot to you, and you didn’t want to risk it.

“hey,” darby walked into the dressing room the two of you were sharing, as you stood in front of the mirror in your ring gear. you had gotten a new outfit for this tag team run; pants with one leg that was black and one leg that was white, a simple white tank top, and black boots. darby sat in front of the mirror, and took out a makeup case that contained his face paints, before he began getting ready for the match that was in about an hour. he was already dressed in his outfit for the night, plain black jeans and boots, and a black cloak-like hoodie over his shirtless torso. thankfully, he was too focused on his face paint to notice you staring, admiring his toned abs that were on display under the cloak.

“are you nervous?”

“no, are you?” he replied, not taking his eyes off his reflection in front of him. you tugged at your shirt, unhappy with the way it looked; like it was missing something.

“no,” you lied. “i don’t know. what if i screw this up and make you look bad?” darby laughed, glancing over at you before going back to his makeup.

“you’re worried about making me look bad?”

“well- yeah,” you admitted, still fiddling with your top. “and i don’t know about this outfit. maybe i should just wear my normal gear.” you started walking over to your bag to find a last minute alternative. darby set down his paintbrush and walked over to you, gently dragging you back over to the mirror.

“you look amazing. what don’t you like about it?” he asked, standing behind you and looking over your shoulder at your reflection in the mirror. you hoped he couldn’t feel how fast your heart was beating in your chest as his hands remained on your arms.

“i feel like the top is missing something,” you admitted, not allowing yourself to be distracted by the scent of his cologne, a mixture of a sweet musky smell and a subtle bit of mint.

“i think you look great,” he mumbled as his eyes scanned the length of your body in the mirror, before he shook his head slightly, like he hadn’t meant to say it out loud. his hands resting on your biceps have you a stupid but enticing idea - something you had seen online once.

“don’t be nervous okay? you’re gonna do great.” darby rested his chin on your shoulder, making eye contact with you in the mirror, stepping impossibly closer to you until your back was pressed against his chest, his arms wrapping around your stomach from behind. your breath caught in your throat; could it be possible that he also had feelings for you? surely friends didn’t look at eachother like that, you thought. darby walked back over to his paints and began putting them away, before you decided ‘fuck it’, and turned towards him.

“i actually did have an idea - for the shirt i mean; but it’s kinda hard to explain.”

“okay?” he looked at you expectantly, and you sighed, before walking over to him.

“do you trust me?” you asked, and darby looked at you confused, but nodded. you grabbed a larger paint brush from his open makeup case, along with the black paint and nervously took his wrist in your hand, turning his palm towards you.

“what are you-“

“just let me do this before i chicken out,” you said, and he smiled, laughing softly as you began to paint his hand black. once it was fully coated in paint, you did the same to the other hand; darby watching intently as you applied the dark pigment to his skin. you set the brush and paint down on the counter and carefully grabbed his wrist, bringing him back over to the mirror and standing in front of him again. taking each of his wrists in your hands, you brought them around you and placed his palms against your chest, leaving two black handprints on the front of your shirt, before you let go of his hands. you looked up, your eyes meeting his in the mirror as he let out a breath, the air tickling the back of your neck from how close he was once again.

“you are going to be the death of me,” he mumbled, and you turned around to look at him directly.

“isn’t death kind of your thing?” you asked, and darby laughed softly, looking down at you.

“i think i kinda have a thing for you, too.” he whispered, stepping as close as he could without smudging the paint on your shirt. he wanted to touch you so bad, to pull you closer, but couldn’t risk getting paint all over, so instead he pressed the unpainted side of his forehead to yours.

“i really want to kiss you right now,” he mumbled, and your heart pounded against your ribcage, before you replied with all the confidence you could manage.

“what’s stopping you?” darby cracked a smile, laughing to himself before he pressed his lips to yours. you kissed him back, and he had to remember not to touch you as his hands were still covered in paint, or he would’ve held you close. you pulled away, looking at his face to make sure his face paint hadn’t smeared too much. he smiled, pointing to your lip, and you looked in the mirror to see that there was a tiny bit of black paint there. you grabbed a tissue, wiping it off as darby walked over to his makeup case and grabbed some wipes to clean his hands off. once they were clean, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you over to him, gripping your waist and helping you sit on the counter in front of him. he stood between your legs, kissing you again; face paint be damned. his teeth nibbled at your bottom lip, and you moaned softly before you both pulled away.

“i’ve wanted to do that for a while,” he admitted, using his thumb to wipe any paint off your lip.

“i’ve wanted you to; i just didn’t know how to ask.”

“you definitely found a creative way. the shirt looks great,” he smirked, admiring his handprints on your chest. you blushed, letting him help you off the counter, before he quickly touched up his own makeup.

“you feeling ready to go out there and kick some ass?” he asked, and you checked over your appearance one more time in the mirror.

“let’s do it,” you smiled, and darby tapped his fist gently against yours, before taking your hand in his, grabbing his skateboard with the other.

“do you think you could teach me to skate one day?” you asked as the two of you walked down the hallway to wait for your match to start.

“sure,” darby laughed. “if your dad doesn’t kill me when he sees your shirt.”

[that-one-gay-aew-enthusiast]

𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚢 𝙰𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗 - 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚜

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Warnings - None

Word count - 820

Genre - Angst, Fluff

Summary - Darby comes home to find you curled up in the corner.

A/n - my neurodivergent ass hates storms so I'm basing this off of what I would want.

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Darby had been gone for a couple of weeks by now. It was understandable. It was Sting's last match, so the situation was understandable. Sure, you had been missing him, but you both still called every day and spent the early hours of the morning texting each other, so the pain of Darby's absence wasn't quite as harsh.

However, the night he was due to return home, which was supposed to be much more dream like, ended up being far more nightmarish. It was starting to get late, and Darby was still not home. He sent you a text saying that there was a traffic jam and he would only be about 20 minutes longer. On the surface, that didn't seem too bad. Until it wasn't.

About 25 minutes after Darby had sent the message, he finally stepped through the front door and into the warm house. His facepaint was almost completely gone , and the remains of it smudged and running down his neck as a result of the pouring rain and storm outside. He called your name out as he put his stuff down by the door, yet no reponse. All the lighst were turned off, but that was most likely due to the storm cutting the power. Darby started looking throughout the house, calling you name, becoming increasingly worried when he couldn't find you.

Eventually darby made it to the main bedroom. He slowly pushed the door open hearing a faint frightened whimper coming from the corner of the room. He slowly walked over to the corner where there was something covered by a blanket. Slowly and carefully he lifted the blanket to see your little face. You had tears streaming down your face, you entire body shivering and your breathing shaky and unsteady. Your arms clutched a black cat toy to your chest. Worst of all, you had your eyes squeezed shut and you didn't seem to notice Darby, too frightened to pay attention to your surrondings.

Darby put his hand on your shoulder, giving you a gentle shake. You gave a pettrified yelp before looking up and hugging him tightly. "Shhhhh, I've got you, princess. What's got you so upset, hmm?" Before you could mumble out an answer, a loud crash of thunder outside made you jump ,yelp, and hide your face in his chest. Darby stroked your hair, realising your cause of fear. He was used to this, having a little sister that hated storms as well.

He sighed and rubbed your back before picking you up and carrying you downstairs. Without saying a word, he set you down on the counter ,grabbed some headphones, and placed them on you. Darby connected his phone to the headphones and passed it to you ,not wanting to startle you with the music. You wrapped yourself around him again as Darby carried you back upstairs. The whole time, he rubbed your back soothingly.

Soon enough, you were both laid in the warmth of your bed. You had curled up in Darby's arms, trying your best to stay awake. Soon enough, you fell asleep, your cat toy falling into Darby's lap. He smiled and tucked it under your arm. Darby was gonna fight off that fear of storms. He was gonna protect you from them. He'd protect you from anything, in fact, just like he'd promised when you started dating.

The next morning, Darby got out of the bed ,cautious not to disturb you. He glanced out the window and saw the storm had caused the fences to rip apart ,as well as a small tree being ripped out the ground, now laying sidways. He glanced back at you and sighed. "No wonder you got that worked up." You soon started to stir from your sleep, glancing up at Darby, who now had you in his lap, stroking your hair gently. "Morning beautiful, you feel better after last night?" You nodded before mumbling an embarrassed apology. Darby looked at you confused. "Well, aren't adults supposed to ot be afraid of storms?" Darby narrowed his eyes and shook his head slowly, still puzzled by the outrageous statement. You soon realised that what you were saying was infanct nonsense.

After that day, you always had a pair of headphones within reach when the wether took a turn, and of course, if he was there, Darby would help you take your mind off of it. Giving you reassuring words and rubbing your back. He always stuck to his word.

[mrsarcherofinfamy]

●Darby Allin x Reader●

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

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"Hi Dad!"

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

"Hello my favorite daughter!"

"Dad, I'm your only daughter."

"Exactly why you are my favorite!"

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

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

He gasps at me which causes me to laugh.

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

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

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

I sigh looking at him moving out of his way.

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

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

"Can I help you with something?"

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

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

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

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

"Your daughter?"

"Yeah. Who did you think I was?"

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

"One of the makeup ladies or something."

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

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

"That's true Darbs."

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

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

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

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*at the hotel after AEW*

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

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

"Okay."

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

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

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

"Long time. No see."

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

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

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

"Dad, where is Darbs supposed to sleep?"

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

"Looks like we sharing Darbs."

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

I shake my head no smiling at him.

"We can share! It's fine!"

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

"Dad. Gross."

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

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*about 2 am*

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

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*later in the morning*

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

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

"Leave us alone, old man."

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

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

"Of course."

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

I giggle, looking up at him.

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

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

"Oh my gosh! Get a room!"

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

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

"Bye dad!"

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

I guess opposites do attract.

[midwestmade29]

Communication 🩷

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

Disclaimers: Mild cursing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[sydsaint]

Hey Babe, I was wondering if you wrote for Darby Allin? If so could you possibly write a little fic for him. No pressure, Love you♥

My emo lover <3

Summary: The reader gears up for Revolution and Sting's retirement match. Helping her father and Darby wherever she can.

"Darbs, have you seen my dad today?" You question your boyfriend while digging around for his face paint in your bag.

"I haven't seen him since the airport, no." Darby replies. "Why? What's up?" He tilts his head at you curiously.

You shrug and finally find what you're looking for. "I was just curious." You assure him. "It's going to be weird no having him around every week."

"I think we'll be okay." Darby chuckles. "Plus he's still working backstage once in a while isn't he? So he won't be completely gone." He reminds you.

"That's true." You nod. "Alright, sit down. What kind of design do you want tonight?" You ask him while shaking a face paint bottle in your hand.

Darby shrugs and sits down in a chair next to where you're standing. He pulls his shirt over his head and settles into his seat.

"You can pick." Darby decides after a moment of thought. "You haven't made me look bad yet." He grins at you.

You giggle and shake your head. "I think it'd be pretty hard to make you look bad, pretty boy."

"Pretty boy?" Darby replies pointedly. "Hey! I'm hardcore!" He protests.

"You can be hardcore and look like a pretty boy at the same time." You laugh and cup his cheek with your free hand. "Now hold still please."

Darby obeys and stops talking for the moment. You start smearing face paint all over one side of his face and begin blending it out for him. Throughout the process of you making Darby's face paint design look right he gazes up at you with adorable puppy dog eyes.

"Do you have to stare at me like that? It's distracting." You grumble to Darby.

"Like what?" Darby replies with a knowing grin.

You roll your eyes at him and switch colors. "Like you're madly in love with me."

"Maybe I am." Darby replies.

"Okay lover boy." You giggle and lean down for a kiss. "There, now you look as hardcore as you claim to be."

You start putting away all your stuff and Darby checks his reflection in his phone. "Do I get an 'I love you' back?" He asks you.

"I gave you a kiss." You protest. "Isn't that enough?" You tease him.

"Coming from you? It's never enough." Darby insists. "Come on." He whines. "I love you. Three simple words. For good luck." Darby comes up behind you for a hug.

You sigh when Darby wraps his arms around you. "You know people might not think you're such a hardcore dude if they saw how clingy you are." You joke.

"What can I say? I'm a lover not a fighter." Darby replies.

"Okay!" You laugh and turn around in Darby's arms. "Tell that to all the times I've had to bandage you up." You remind him. "I love you, you overly-violent idiot. Now go find my dad." You give him a small shove toward the door.

Darby grins to himself and lingers at the door. "I knew you loved me."

"Mhm. Go! Before my dad thinks I stole you." You point at the door.

"It'd be worth it." Darby replies as he heads out the door.

You roll your eyes again with a smile on your face and finish cleaning up.

You hang around in the locker room for a while and watch the show unfold on a tv monitor. Toward the end of the show you watch the Jackson brothers head out to the ring and once again start badmouthing your father and Darby. A fight ensues of course, and you know that you'll be checking Darby for injuries later.

After the show goes off the air you sit and wait for Darby and Sting to head back to the locker room.

"Hey, dad." You greet Sting when he finally show up with Darby.

"Hey, sweetie." Sting nods to you. "How has your day been?" He asks you.

You shrug as Darby walks over to you. "It was fine. You didn't hit your head did you?" You ask Darby.

"I don't think I did." Darby shrugs.

"You don't thin you did?" You repeat him and begin looking at his head. "How do you not know if you hit your head?"

Sting chuckles at your bickering. "You'd better get used to it Darby." He snickers. "With me gone she's about to get ten times worse." He jokes.

"Oh I know I'm so annoying for caring about my boyfriend." You huff.

"I love you too." Darby grins.

Sting laughs and you stop fawning over Darby. Everyone settles down and starts packing up to leave.

"So," Sting prompts you. "How do you feel about coming out to the ring with me and Darby on Sunday?" He asks you.

"Do you want me out there?" You ask in surprise. "Is that even a good idea? I don't want to get in the way, dad."

Sting shakes his head. "You're my only kid that doesn't have to be in the crowd." He reminds you. "Why wouldn't I want you out there."

"Darby? What do you think?" You turn to Darby.

"I don't see why not." Darby shrugs. "I don't think Matt and Nick are the types to mess with you if you're out there. And even if they are, you know I'd never let them get the chance to hurt you." He adds.

You nod, knowing that Darby would go through hell to make sure that you're safe. "Alright, yeah, I'll go out there with you two." You decide to honor Sting's request. "I can play cheerleader for one night. Plus it'll be fun to rub it in the guy' face." You giggle.

"Atta girl." Sting beams. "That's why you're my favorite." He teases you.

"Awe, I love you too, dad." You giggle and hug him.

[cigaretteslutz]

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hi hi hello! this is my collection of writing organized into one spot so that you don't have to search around for my works! under this you will find my rules for requests, and the different things you can request. (im not the best at this so pls be nice)

rules;

things i will NOT write: pee/scat/puke, abortion/forced abortion/miscarriages, things with no consent, addiction, actual wrestlers fucking each other (unless its a 3some with the reader but other then that no), things featuring age play/little space, incest/step-cest. if you request any of these you're blocked.

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who i write for/request inspo;

wwe: austin theory brie bella cm punk cody rhodes cora jade damien priest dominik mysterio drew mcintyre finn balor grayson waller jade cargill john cena la knight liv morgan logan paul maryse miz nikki bella randy orton rhea ripley ridge holland roman reigns seth rollins aew: alicia atout (my friend held a gun to my head and forced me to add her. you know who you are) adam cole adam copeland adam page bryan danielson buddy matthews claudio castagnoli darby allin hook jay white kenny omega kyle o'reilly mjf orange cassidy sammy guevara saraya tay melo wardlow

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[jungledboy]

this fic dude. reading these 3 paragraphs back to back just felt like drinking an entire pack of redbull and then going for a brisk jog around the earth

[delilahcalicocat]

「Never Forget Me~」

{Rating: Smut and Angst} {Warnings: Biting, Swearing, Unprotected Sex,locker room / semi-public Sex, Snuggling, Kissing, Hair pulling, Melody punching jay, Blood} {Pairing: Darby Allin x Melody Moxley (Of Course!)} 《Summary: Melody, asks Darby if he'll help her out Since she needs to remind Jay White, That his girl is His.》

[Melody's POV:]

It was 9:00pm at night, Darby was busy in medical getting his foot checked on because it felt like it had broke during his match against Jay Fucking White.

"Hey Mel-Mel.." Jay cat called me

"Get the Fuck away from me you asshole." I shouted

"My- someone has a potty mouth~" Jay said

I'm so fucking tired of his ass, ever since he threatened Darby with that Match. I had the feeling that something was going to happen.

"Fuck off!" I said, Punching Jay in the face

He fell to the floor and his nose started to bleed rapidly.

"Look what you did you bitch" Jay exclaimed

"So what you fucker?" I then flared Jay before walking back to Darby's Locker Room and Darby was already there. Since he knew Jay was following me.

"Hi Babes" Darby said to me

"Hey hun." I sighed out

"What's Wrong? Baby?" Darby asked me

"Jay Fucking flirted with me and couldn't deal with me Punching him in the face!" I growled out

"What the actual fuck?!" Darby Seethed

"You know, if you'd actually. You can bite my Neck, leave an imprint and I'll get it permanently tattooed with the Words 'Darby' underneath it, he'll shit his pants" I said

"That's kinda Smart~ and I like the idea of that." Darby Hummed

"Then Leave your mark." I said, moving my hair away from my neck

Within a couple seconds, Darby had already been attacking my Neck, I kept releasing small squeaky Moans.

Next thing I know, I'm bent over the table, releasing fast sharp moans, as he fucks into me. Jay could be heard Screaming outside of the locker room

Darby then began to bite my neck lightly.

"Uhh- fucking bite my neck Harder Darbs" I said through a moan

He did so, making me scream.

Jay was Freaking out behind the locker room door, and eventually when he got it open, Me and Darby were snuggling on couch

As soon as he left, we kissed and we haven't seen Jay since!

[elementaldoughnut12]

"To Love and Cherish"

*contains cursing and general fluffiness*

Doughnut Team: @afterdarkprincess , @thlayli-ra , @daddywrasslin , @powderflower

“Can't believe I forgot my fucking bag” Mox mumbles to himself as he walks to the BCC locker room. They just finished taping a promo and Pac and Marina already left so Mox was gonna ride with Wheeler and Claudio but he forgot his bag in the locker room. “Nobody better not have touched my shit” he says in a threatening tone. He gets a bit more pissed when he sees Malakai Black walk out of the BCC locker room.

“What the fuck were you doing in there?” Mox asks furiously. “Calm down, I was only looking for Brody cause he tends to hide after losing a match” Malakai explains, putting his hands up in defense. “You better not have cursed any of my shit or I'll knock your spooky ass out!” Mox says, causing Malakai to laugh. “Nothing like that my friend! I was just looking for a lost comrade, that's all! Oh and by the way…congrats on the new bundle of joy” he says sweetly as he walks past Mox.

“Bundle of… I'M NOT PREGNANT YOU FUCK!” Mox yells as he watches Malakai silently go around a corner. “Creepy bastard” Mox says as he makes it to the locker room. He opens the door and sees something that clearly didn't belong there. It was a large pink fuzzy blanket on the floor. “What the hell?” Mox says as he gets closer to the blanket. “It kinda reminds me of Darby's jacket” he says as he feels the soft material. He jumps back when he sees something slightly moving from under the blanket.

“Better not be a rabid raccoon or some shit” Mox says a bit worryingly. He crouches next to the blanket and slowly lifts it up. To his surprise it was a baby and he looks about seven months old. What surprised him even more was the baby had short black hair and was wearing a skeleton onesie. Now what Malakai said makes sense to him. “Darby?” Mox asks, catching the baby's attention. Darby was on his back so when he looked at Mox, his eyes went wide and he started crying.

Without hesitation, Mox picked up Darby and kept the baby close to his chest. “It's ok sweetheart, I'm here, it's ok” Mox says quietly as he gently bounces him. Darby still continued to cry so Mox thought of another way to calm the baby down. He sat down on one of the benches. He held Darby close to his chest, right near his heart, and took calm and slow breaths. “You're ok Darby, mommy's here sweetheart” Mox says with a blush at the title he gave himself. This seemed to stop Darby's crying as he was just quietly whining now.

Mox started bouncing Darby a little bit to calm him down. He notices Darby is a bit smaller than what a normal baby would be which makes him look even more vulnerable. “You're such a tiny baby, it makes you even cuter!” Mox says as he lightly tickles Darby, causing the baby to squeal with happiness. “You're such a cute baby! Yes you are!” Mox says sweetly as he continues tickling Darby, making him squeal even more. He stops tickling him when he hears a loud rumbling sound coming from Darby's stomach.

“Sounds like someone's hungry” Mox says as Darby starts to whine again. He looks over and sees a black and pink diaper bag right next to his gear bag. “That wasn't there before but then again you weren't a baby an hour ago” Mox says to Darby as he continues bouncing him. He gently sits Darby back onto the pink blanket and looks inside the diaper bag. He first pulled out a bib with dinosaur skeletons on it and then he pulled out some baby food and a rubber spoon.

He gets on his knees, grunting a bit from the pain, and snaps the bib around Darby's neck. “Hope you like sweet potato Darbs” Mox says as opens up the container and scoops up a spoonful. He sits Darby up and gently feeds him. “Jeez, you're a very hungry baby aren't ya?” Mox asks with a smile, causing Darby to laugh. He continued to feed Darby with no problems minus Darby being a little messy but that's normal with all babies. “Good job baby! Mommy's so proud of you!” Mox says sweetly as he grabs a cloth from the bag and cleans the baby's face.

He then cleans the bib off and puts it back in the bag. He then picks up Darby and presses him against his shoulder and lightly taps on his back to burp him. “You better not puke on me you little gremlin” Mox says jokingly as he continues patting Darby. He hears a little burp and pulls back to see Darby giggling at him. “The one time you actually listen to me and it's when you're a baby” Mox says as he sets Darby back on the blanket. He then maneuvers himself into a cross-legged position.

“Now I know what Malakai meant by new bundle of joy” Mox says quietly as he looks at Darby. What was once a skateboarding young man with a death wish is now a tiny baby who's seeing the world for the first time all over again. “Now I regret treating you like crap recently” Mox says regretfully as he gently traces circles on Darby's blanket. Darby must've noticed Mox's change in tone as he then wrapped his hand on Mox's finger. Mox felt tears brim at his eyes before letting out a quiet chuckle.

“You never liked when I talked bad about myself did you?” He asks, causing Darby to laugh. “You're such a happy baby aren't you!” Mox says happily as he blows raspberries on Darby's stomach, causing the baby to squeal happily. “You like when mommy tickles your belly don't you!” Mox says as he continues tickling Darby. “Umm Mox?” A voice says from behind, causing Mox to freeze up. He looks behind him and sees it's Claudio and Wheeler. “Why do you have a baby?” Wheeler asks confusingly.

“I can explain!” Mox says, feeling himself blush and hearing Darby giggle at him. “Take your time Jon, we're all ears” Claudio says reassuringly, Mox nodding in response. “I came to get my bag and I saw Malakai come out of our locker room. He said some weird stuff which didn't make any sense until I came in here and saw this baby which happens to be Darby” Mox explains, stunning both men. “That's Darby? What makes you so sure it is?” Wheeler asks curiously.

“Well the baby has the same little mohawk as Darby, is wearing a skeleton onesie and has a fuzzy pink blanket that's just like Darby's jacket… it's not rocket science that Malakai turned Darby into a baby” Mox says as he pulls a black and pink pacifier out of the bag and puts it in Darby's mouth. “Alright… but why were you calling yourself mommy?” Wheeler asks, causing Mox to blush even more.

“Mox doesn't need to explain himself for that Wheeler. Now I think it's time we head back to the hotel, right Mox?” Claudio asks, successfully steering the conversation away from Mox's embarrassment. “Definitely, my freaking knees hurt and I think little Darby needs a nap” Mox says smiling while Darby makes little coos in response. He wraps Darby's torso in his pink blanket as Claudio helps him get off the floor. “Don't worry about the bags Mox, I'll carry them” Claudio says with a smile as he picks up both bags.

“Claudio, it's fine I can carry a freaking diaper bag” Mox says as he gently rocks Darby. “No, I insist cause you always need both arms when a baby is in your possession” Claudio explains as he holds the bags out of Mox's reach. “You guys are acting like a married couple” Wheeler says with a laugh, causing both men to blush. “Congratulations Wheeler! You get to sit in the back with your new little brother on the ride to the hotel” Mox says with a grin as they walk out the door.

While they walk to the car, Mox walks past Hook who strangely has Jack's title belt in one arm and a curly haired two year old boy in the other. “Malakai got him too huh?” Mox says as he watches Darby wave his hands. “Yeah, hopefully it'll make him be less of a prick” Hook says as they watch Jack shyly wave back. “Hopefully! If you're up for it, we can set up a little play date for them or something? It might make them like each other again” Mox offers and receives a nod from Hook. “Sounds good man, good luck with your son” Hook says as he walks away, causing Mox to blush.

“Everything alright Jon?” Claudio asks, startling Mox a bit. “ Yeah, I'll explain at the hotel” Mox says quietly as they make it to the car. When they open the door they find a black car seat in the back seat. “When did that get in there?” Wheeler asks confusingly, causing both men to laugh. “I thought kids your age still believed in magic?” Claudio says playfully, causing Wheeler to sigh. “He's growing up Claudio! Maybe it's time to finally start potty training him” Mox says teasingly as he buckles Darby up.

“He better not throw any shit at me” Wheeler says under his breath as he gets in the car. “No cursing in front of the baby!” Mox warns as he and Claudio also get in the car. “OK, mommy” Wheeler says with a laugh, causing Darby to laugh as well. “Just make sure he's not choking on his pacifier alright?” Mox says as he looks out the window. “You're taking this situation very well Jon” Claudio says nicely. “Well it's the least I could do since I've barely spoken to him in the last two years” Mox says sadly with a sigh.

“We've all been busy with our own things Jon. There wasn't much you could do about it” Claudio explains nicely. “Yes there was! If I wasn't so hellbent on my own thing and actually gave him my support and attention then he wouldn't be hating me or worse he wouldn't be a baby right now!” Mox says as he beats his head against the headrest. “He doesn't hate you Jon…” Claudio tries to say but is interrupted by Mox.

“He does hate me Claudio! He's said it himself! He has the right to hate me especially since I've been treating him like garbage recently. Hell, even Eddie… oh my god how am I supposed to explain this to Eddie?!?” Mox says worryingly. “I'm sure he'll understand Jon” Claudio tries to say reassuringly but to no avail. “Oh yeah? You want me to just walk in with Darby in hand and say hi honey! I know you didn't want kids but I found our coworker Darby who got turned into a baby so I thought we should raise him without me telling you beforehand! Sorry you gotta spend the rest of your life with my mistake! He'll really understand that!” Mox says sarcastically as he looks out the window again.

Claudio stops at a red light and looks at Mox. “Jonathan” Claudio says quietly, catching Mox's attention. “Eddie loves you right? If he loves you then he'll understand the situation and help you through it. He was on board with adopting Shota so he'll be on board with this besides he loves Darby just as much as you do” Claudio says reassuringly with a smile. “Goddammit Claudio, you always know how to make a guy feel better huh?” Mox asks with a laugh. “It's my specialty darling” Claudio says, causing Mox to blush.

“Umm sorry to ruin the therapy session but I got a little problem back here” Wheeler says worryingly. “Oh crap, does Darby need a diaper change?” Mox says as Claudio starts driving again. “No! Ok, so his binky fell out of his mouth and I was trying to put it back into his mouth but he grabbed my finger and is now sucking on it but when I try to remove my finger he starts whining” Wheeler explains as he moves his finger away, causing the baby to whine.

“That means he's already attached to you Wheeler ,which means he likes you” Claudio explains. “Are your hands at least clean?” Mox asks curiously. “I'm not letting him suck my finger and I get sick from baby germs!” Wheeler complains, as Darby starts to cry. “Dammit Wheeler! Put his binky back in his mouth and let him at least hold your finger or I'm making Claudio stop this car so I can beat your behind with a tire iron!” Mox threatens as he glares at Wheeler through the mirror.

“OK ok I will! Jesus you're scary when you're not cursing” Wheeler says as he puts Darby's binky back into his mouth and lets him hold his finger, stopping the crying. “He's actually kinda adorable” Wheeler says quietly as he makes a funny face, causing Darby to giggle. Both men felt their hearts melt at the sight. They make it to the hotel and park the car. Mox practically jumps out the car and opens the back door. He opens the door and sees a smiling Darby shaking his hands in excitement at seeing him.

“There's my baby! Let's get you outta this car ok?” Mox asks as he unbuckles Darby from the car seat. As he gets Darby out of the car, an awful smell hits Mox in the face. “Wow, oh my god smells like someone needs a diaper change” Mox says as Darby giggles. “You would laugh at that you little stinker” Mox says with a smile. They rush into their hotel room and shut the door. “Can you please change him already? The smell makes me wanna hurl” Wheeler says while plugging his nose.

“Pussy” Mox says under his breath as he lays a towel on the bed and gently lays Darby on top of it. He grabs a diaper, baby wipes and baby powder out of the diaper bag and changes Darby's diaper. “Next time mommy is feeding you something less heavy so you don't try to kill your brother” Mox says as he finishes changing Darby. “Now that is over with, I think it's time to give you your bottle so you can go to sleep” Mox says sweetly as he grabs a bottle full of formula from the bag. “Can I feed Darby? I actually never fed a baby before” Wheeler says truthfully.

“You promise not to drop him?” Mox asks and receives a nod from Wheeler in response. “OK make sure you support his head and bottom and if he starts to push away then that means he's done” Mox explains as he gently puts Darby in Wheeler's arms and gives him the bottle. “OK Claudio, while junior over there is feeding the baby, you wanna help me make a little bed thing for Darby?” Mox asks as he sits on the bed. “Already asking room service for one” Claudio says as he hangs up the hotel phone.

“They actually offer that? Surprising…” Mox says as he starts fiddling with his fingers. “Since we have time… you wanna talk about what made you freeze while talking to Hook earlier?” Claudio asks, causing Mox to sigh. “He called Darby my son and I guess it sunk in that he's kinda my kid now” Mox says truthfully. “Is that a problem? Seems like it isn't” Claudio points out. “Yeah, didn't you and Darby hang out all the time? You guys were pretty close” Wheeler says as he continues feeding Darby.

“I don't think it's a problem, it's just that I never would've thought this would ever happen? You see me and Darby act exactly alike and we always had that connection as friends but sometimes I wished he was actually my kid so we could do other things together. I never met my old man and I always got hit by my moms various boyfriends and if I ever had a kid I would want them to actually have a good life with a good father figure but my career basically burned that dream” Mox explains sadly as starts to pick on a loose string in the bed.

Mox looks up and sees Claudio and Wheeler giving him pitiful looks. “Sorry for ruining the mood” Mox says with a quiet laugh. “You didn't ruin anything Mox, this industry does take things from you but it also gives back” Claudio says, confusing Mox. “How so?” Mox asks confusingly. “Do you think Malakai isn't punishing you but actually gifting you? He sensed your want for a child and he gifted you by turning the man you had the closest relationship with into a baby so you guys can have the father-son relationship you wanted” Claudio explains, which makes sense to Mox.

Mox feels tears form in his eyes at the prospect of knowing that Darby is actually his son now. “Mox? Are you crying over there?” Wheeler says with a laugh. “No! Shut up! It's just the dust in here!” Mox says, hearing Claudio laugh as well. They all hear a knock at the door and as Claudio opens the door, a crib on wheels is there. “Holy crap they actually do offer them” Mox says with a surprised tone as Claudio pushes the crib into the room. “Perfect timing cause I think little bro is asleep” Wheeler says as he gently passes the baby back to Mox.

He gently sets Darby in the crib and covers him with his fluffy blanket. He leans down and kisses Darby's forehead and smiles at his baby. “You deserve this Mox, you truly do” Claudio says quietly as he kisses Mox's cheek. “I guess I gotta send Malakai a fruit basket or something” Mox says jokingly as all three men get dressed for the night and get into bed. Mox watches Darby as slivers of moonlight shine through the window. “Goodnight baby, mommy loves you” he says quietly as he falls asleep with the child he'll love and cherish for the rest of his life.

[sicksicko]

Darby Allin has the vibe of someone who would refuse to lose Gay Chicken.

[haddonfieldwhore]

wwe/aew - masterlist

nsfw / smut = ***

headcanons

nothing yet

oneshots / drabbles

best friend - jeff hardy

we make a good team - darby allin

see it in your eyes - cm punk

safe and sound - jeff hardy

wrong - jey uso ***

on your side - jey uso

ghosthunting - rhea ripley and dominik mysterio

remember me? - dominik mysterio

series

cold nights - cm punk

one

two

look after you - mjf

one

two

three ***

lowkey - damian priest

one ***

two ***

playlists

jeff hardy playlist

cm punk playlist

mjf playlist

darby allin playlist

jey uso playlist

pov: ghost hunting with rhea and dominik playlist

[tache-noire]

He's intense, but I love him.

[chaylikeswrestlefanfics]

My wrestling fanfiction story on Wattpad, Envious Son is close to 2K! I need help in getting to that goal so if you guys go ahead and check it out! Give it a few reads or votes! The book stars my OC character, it also stars Darby Allin, Sting, Moose, Skye Blue and everyone else!

I promise you guys the drama is good and it'll bring you in.

[sydsaint]

A little protective Darby to warm your hearts 🖤

Summary: The reader encounters some problems involving Swerve Strickland and finds Darby eager to come to her aid. Whether she wants the help or not.

Jay Lethal stares you down from the corner of the ring across from you. Goosebumps litter your skin under his gaze.

"You want me to go over there and kick his ass?" Darby walks over to your side and sets a comforting hand on your shoulder.

"No, it's fine, Darby." You assure him.

You watch Darby clench his jaw as he stares a hole in Lethal's head. "I should do it anyway." He grits his teeth.

"It's fine, Darby." You repeat yourself. "Really, it's nothing. I'm a big girl. And I can certainly handle Jay Lethal."

With a reluctant sigh, Darby nods and focuses back on the match in the ring. You are left alone for the moment. That is until Swerve Strickland swaggers over to you with a smug grin.

"What's up over here, gorgeous?" Swerve greets you with a wink and a cocky smile.

"Swerve. What do you want?" You reply by giving the rapper the cold shoulder.

Your cold demeanor earns a chuckle from Swerve as he looks you up and down. "Damn. You are fine, baby. And feisty too. Just my type."

"Lucky me." You reply dryly. "Are you going to answer my question? Or did you come over here just to eye-fuck me? What do you want?" You ask him again.

"Damn." Swerve laughs again. "You know if you want to come backstage with me, Swerve can show you a good time, baby."

You internally gag and prepare to tell Swerve off. But per usual, Darby beats you to the punch. Allin jumps down from the apron at your side with a scowl on his face.

"She's not interested, Swerve." He insists with a raspy voice that catches your attention.

"Why don't you let her decide that for herself?" Swerve fires back. "Baby you are way too fine to be hanging out with some loser that paints his face up all pretty."

With a roll of your eyes, you stare at Swerve so there is no doubt that he'll get your message. "Not interested." You inform him.

"You heard her." Darby once again puffs his chest out at Swerve. "So get lost." He warns.

Swerve bites his lips and backs up. "That's alright, baby." He grins at you. "You'll realize who's the better man soon enough." He chuckles and retreats back to his side of the ring.

"Ugh." You gag and turn to Darby. "What a tool, right?"

"Yeah, exactly." Darby agrees. "You going to be alright down here?" He asks you.

You nod, appreciating Darby's concern. "I'll be fine. I'm pretty sure that Strickland got the memo. Go help, Nick and Sting." You gesture to inside the ring.

Darby nods and hops back up to the apron. You remain in the corner and cheer the team on while they do their thing in the ring.

The next day you are fresh out of the gym with Nick and heading back to your hotel room when you run into Swerve again.

"Y/N, baby. Funny running into you here." Swerve approaches you while completely disregarding Nick standing next to you.

"Swerve." You roll your eyes as you come to a stop in front of the elevator. "What can I do for you?" You ask him in an all-business manner.

Swerve chuckles and licks his lips. "No need to be so formal, baby. It's just us here." He grins at you.

"Umm..." Nick clears his throat causing Swerve to turn toward him.

"Don't even think about it, kid. The adults are talking." Swerve warns Nick with a growl.

You step in between Swerve and Nick to prevent a fight. "It's alright, Nick." You flash a small smile at him. "Go up to the room without me, It's all good here." You assure him.

"Are you sure, Y/N?" Nick hesitates to leave you with Swerve.

"You heard here, little boy! Get lost." Swerve replies sharply.

Nick nods and reluctantly steps into the elevator. The doors slide shut and Swerve immediately goes back to the task at hand.

"Now that the kid is gone..." Swerve licks his lips again. "Why don't you let me take you out for some breakfast, baby?" He offers. "Give me some time to talk to your fine self without any interruptions from your buddies."

"I've had breakfast already." You turn him down plainly.

Swerve grins to himself and bows his head for a moment. "Man, you are really giving me the run-around huh, baby?" He chuckles. "That's alright, I like the chase."

"Or maybe I'm just not into you." You correct Swerve.

"Nah." Swerve replies. "They'll all into me. You're just one of the ones that are gonna take some time to convince is all."

You roll your eyes and step into the elevator when the doors open back up. Swerve watches you step into the elevator but doesn't follow. He winks at you as the doors shut before he walks off.

You ride the elevator up to your floor and find Darby in the hall when the doors open again. Darby springs forward when he sees you.

"Y/N! Are you okay?" Darby asks you. "Nick just told me that Swerve cornered you in the lobby? What did he do?"

"I'm fine, Darby." You smile to yourself at his worry. "Really. All he did was puff his chest out at poor Nick then ask me to breakfast." You explain the situation.

Darby's jaw clenches as you explain what happened in the hall and you notice him digging his nails into his palm in anger. "I'm gonna kick his ass!" Darby growls once you've finished talking.

"Darby, no." You shake your head. "All fighting him is going to do is egg him on. Swerve likes to play games. The more he sees you fight to keep him away from me the more he's going to push."

"Y/N, come on." Darby protests. "Let me teach the dickhead a lesson." He pleads with you. "God knows that he deserves it."

You shake your head again and follow Darby to the hotel room where Nick is waiting. "Yes, he does deserve an ass-kicking." You agree. "Just not this time, okay?"

"Fine." Darby lets out a frustrated sigh.

"Thank you." You smile and lean in for a hug, which Darby happily accepts.

You both head into the hotel room and check on Nick. Wayne is frustrated as well when you inform him to leave Swerve alone. But you convince him that it's not worth all the trouble that a fight would cause.

Two more weeks go by with Swerve essentially harassing you whenever he gets the chance to. You turn him down every time he comes calling, but you know that he's really starting to get under Darby's skin. Then when Swerve and Brian Cage get booked for a tag match against Darby and Nick, all hell breaks loose.

"Just ignore him, Darby." You offer Darby one last warning as you walk out to the ring with him and Nick. "He's going to run his mouth and try to get you pissed off. Don't let him. Same goes for you, Nick."

Darby and Nick nod and hop into the ring while you remain on the floor in their corner. Swerve and Brian head down to the ring and Swerve of course makes a pass at you.

"Y/N! Baby! Damn, you are looking fine tonight." He grins at you when he passes.

"Not happening." You ignore his cat-calling with ease, but spot Darby clenching his hands in the ring.

The match begins and you remind Darby and Nick not to listen to Swerve every chance that you get. But your words seem to roll right off of Darby's back. Swerve gets in the ring with him and immediately starts mouthing off about all the things he'd love to do to you.

"Don't fall for it, Darby!" You shout into the ring, but it's too late.

Having had enough of all the shit Swerve has been saying about you coupled with his harassing behavior this past month, pushes Darby over the edge. You watch Allin pounce on Swerve for real and start reigning down punches like his life depends on it.

Confused, Nick slides down next to you as the bell rings and the match ends. "What do we do?" He asks you.

"Shit." You curse yourself. "Just watch my back, Nick." You ask him before you climb into the ring to retrieve Darby.

Darby and Swerve trade blows on the mat until you walk over and attempt to stop them. When you see an opening you slide between the pair and the fight comes to a stop without a word.

"That's enough, Darby!" You scold Allin. "I told you to leave it alone." You remind him.

"I can't!" Darby grits his teeth again as Brian Cage walks off with Swerve now in tow. "Not this time."

You scoff and shake your head. "Why the hell not?" You confront him. "It's just talk. I don't let it bother me. So why does it bother you so much?" You ask him.

Darby grits his teeth again, his jaw tightly clenched while he searches within himself for a valid answer to your question.

"Well?" You ask Darby again after a bout of silence from him.

Without wasting another second of time Darby steps forward and cups your face in his hands before crashing his lips to yours. "That's why." He finally answers you.

"I...oh." You quietly reply, feeling like a fool for not having seen this earlier. "Me too." You add, unable to come up with anything better to say at the moment.

Darby chuckles and grabs your hand. "Come on, I think we freaked Nick out." He gestures to a flabbergasted Nick standing outside the ring.

You laugh and follow Darby outside the ring. "I think that he'll be okay."

[issdisgrace]

MY 2023 RECAP THING

Hello everyone, I've come to you all to look back at some of my posts from this year. I will go over which fics and/or headcanons currently have the most upvotes by the month that I posted them in. I will also be sharing some fics/headcanons I think deserve more love and fics/headcanons of my mine are my personal favorites. Then I will shout out a couple of people before giving my final thoughts. Hope you all enjoy this and have a good new year.

Starting in January, I posted 3 fics and 3 headcanons. But there can only be top three and those are 141 & Los Vaqueros getting saved after shit fell on them winning with 1061 upvotes, Lingerie cod men would wear on their honeymoon with 951 upvotes, and Racoon look alike with 639 upvotes.

Now on to Febuary. I posted 6 fics and 4 headcanons. And the top three are Cod men with a s/o that age regresses with 576 upvotes, For your fucking information with 552 upvotes, and Good boy at 503 upvotes.

Next up is March. I posted 2 fics and 2 headcanons in this month. The top three being 141 meeting Price's heavily tattooed & piericed s/o with 844 upvotes. Young dumb and in love with 372 upvotes, and Jason Vorhees with a tall dom s/o with 304 upvotes.

In April I only posted 1 fic and 1 headcanon. Meaning there is only top two those being 141 & Los Vaqueros reactions to you giving them a random gift with 872 upvotes and Rock and roll legend with 706 upvotes.

Similair to May I only posted 1 headcanon in May. So we only have a top one which is Diego Hargreeves NSFW headcanons with 124 upvotes.

Then in June I posted 3 fics and 1 headcanon. And our top three are Bite with 835 upvotes, Sexy army uniform with 555 upvotes, and Laundry day at 305 upvotes.

Next in the month of July, I posted 1 fic and 3 headcanons. The top three being Fucking Wesker, Leo, and Carlos in their office at 211 upvotes, Sleep aid with 76 upvotes, and Lingerie I think Jamie Tartt would wear at 20 upvotes.

Now in August I posted 1 fic and 4 headcanons. But our top three are Random SFW & NSFW Slasher hcs with 509 upvotes, 4 times Mr. Handsy struck with 303 upvotes, and 141 & Los Vaqueros with a chubby bf with 223 upvotes.

Then in September I posted 3 fics and 1 headcanon. But out of these 4 the top three are 141's Hitman "friend" with 330 upvotes, 141 with a s/o that smokes Mary Jane with 324 upvotes, and After a long day with 113 upvotes.

Next in October I posted 7 fics and 5 headcanons. However the top three are, Slashers with a s/o that uses humor to cope with 273 upvotes, Stress relief with 262 upvotes, and You sure about this with 250 upvotes.

Now coming close to the end of the year in November I posted 4 fics and 8 headcanons. The top three out of these being, Cod men with a s/o that is a good cook with 578 upvotes, The bar with 323 upvotes, and The lovey couple with 76 upvotes.

But now last but not least in December I posted 4 fics and 4 headcanons. But our top three are Love languages Matt Murdock and Frank Castle like giving and receiving with 127 upvotes, The start of Billy and his metal head bf relationship with 116, and Ghost comforting his trans bf with 109 upvotes.

I posted a total of 35 fics and 37 headcanonst this year which is crazy now to put in perspective. Thank you guys for all the love and support that kept me going and posting.

Here's some fics and headcanons I think deserve more love; Lingeire I think Kayce, Jamie, and Rip would wear, MJF with a non binary s/o, Lingerie I think Darby Allin, Jon Moxley, and The Young Bucks would wear, Jey Uso kinks, Being enemies to lovers with Carmy Berzatto, Lingerie I think Roy Kent would wear,

Now we are onto my favorite fics and headcanons that I wrote this year.

For fics I would have to say my favorites are Good boy, You sure about this, Alleyway blowjob, Duality, and Stress Relief.

And for my favorite headcanons I have to say 141 & Los Vaqueros reactions to you giving them a random gift, Random SFW & NSFW Slasher hcs, 4 times Mr Handsy struck, and Matt and Nick Jackson age regressing hcs.

We are now at shoutout portion and almost at the very end of this recap thing of mine. It is now time to give roses to some very lovely people that I can’t recommend enough. So starting off I want to shoutout some of my mutals, @yourfaveprettyboy, @marksbear, @b0g-b0y, @guardkeywolf, @electricsunshine, @yanderestarangel, @miguel-owhora, @bonesnmore, @gazmialmagemela and @transi1vanianhunger. And I also want to shoutout @rodolfoparras, @lieutnt, and @gatorbites-imagines. Please go check all these guys out and show them tons of love and support as they all deserve it. Also please be respectful and follow their blog rules.

Now we are at the bottom of this recap thing. I can’t say thank you enough to all you guys for continuing to read and interact with my work. I appreciate all of you and like I have said in the past when I started writing here on tumblr I never thought I would get this far and look now I have a over 2,000 followers and a whole slew of mutuals. So from the bottom of my heart thank you guys. I hope you will all join me in 2024.

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"Stay back dear, it's bad"

Warnings: Blood, Mentions of Injury, Talk about injury, mainly fluff, small amount of cursing (not too much, just the words: Damn and Hell)

Pairing: Darby Allin & our lovely OC. Melody Moxley (Jon's little sister)

Summary: after Revolution, Jon Moxley's little sister Melody, Meets Darby, Only because she's working in Medical while she heals from her match on dynamite 2 weeks prior

WC: probably 1k or 2k-ish (I'm sorry)

Author's Note: I have a couple oneshots or drabbles, I'll be making. Refraining from the smut since my Brain is filled with a tooth-rotting amount of fluffy stories, and Original Characters. And I will not be making smut fics with gore in them, this is just a oneshot of Jon's sister meeting Darby after the match at revolution, since the image of him lying there has been like permanently ingrained into my head.

[Melody's POV:]

After a long night of tending to so many injured wrestlers, I found my worst case of injury. I had to watch the matches since I was taken off the card 2 weeks ago. I hurt my wrist pretty bad in a match with my older brother, but besides that. I'm having fun working in medical that was until revolution, after the main event. I was practically screaming internally, I saw a wrestler go through a panel of glass. So I got my glass removing items ready, it was going to be a long night I could tell.

But I stood outside the medical room as Darby walked by, he gave a weak smile and said

"Stay back dear, It's bad" He limped into the room before sitting down

"Well, I'm the Worker thats on right now. My co-worker clocked out 2 hours ago." I huffed out with a frown

"Wait. So you've been dealing with half the roster for over 3 hours?!" He said

"Yeah, such is my life." I replied

"Well Damn. You have it rough." He said

"Alright, enough Chit-Chat, we gotta get the glass slivers out of your back and stitch you up." I sighed, putting gloves on.

I started removing the slivers, they were in there deep, I also had a towel for every other second I had to wipe this man's back off, after 1 tedious hour of work, I got all the slivers out, they now sat on a tray, I counted 299 slivers of glass.

"How the actual Hell did you manage to get 299 Glass slivers in your back?" I asked him

He didn't respond to my question, but I continued on. I started to stitch his head up, and I had to wipe his head occasionally. But that's fine.

"You've probably lost more blood then my brother in his match." I said

"Who's your brother?" He asked me

"My brother is Jon Moxley." I sighed

"Oh, You're Melody Moxley?" He said

"Yeah I am, Former woman's champ. Until I got injured" I sighed again

"How'd you get injured?" He seemed curious about my story

"I got my wrist slammed against an exposed turnbuckle, then had said wrist get crushed by a chair." I said with a sigh

"Oh, Damn. That had to hurt" He said

"Yeah it did." I said, rolling my eyes

[Darby's POV:]

This girl, despite us meeting like an hour ago, she seems quite tough. I like her style and how she is with medical so people don't make the same mistake as her. But I am impressed that she works for medical, even having a broken wrist.

She seems quite chill aswell, I like her.

[Melody's POV:]

After 2 more hours of work, I finished stitching up his head. I let out a audible sigh, and put the Bloodied towelette with the, for a lack of a better word. Stained Glass slivers, that tray was gonna end up most likely in the Hazmat or Dangerous Bin in the medical Office.

I got him to stand up, and I walked him to the door.

"Go to catering and get some food, but be careful." I warned him

"Uh.. actually, I was wondering if you.. maybe wanted to go to catering with me?" He said

"Oh- uh.. sure" I said, a small tinge of pink flushing my cheeks.

I grabbed his hand and we went to catering, we sat down and chatted a little

"So whats your name again?" He asked

"Melody, Melody Moxley" I said with a smile

"I'm Darby, Allin" He smiled back

"Nice to meet you!" I smiled widely

The End! ♡