#jungle boy imagines

[igncrxntripley]

one more night

synopsis: jack comes back after you two break things off, even though you promised you’d stay away. 

a/n: I LOVE HIM YOUR HONOR!!!! I WANTED SOMETHING SAD AND SAPPY SO HERE YOU GO!!!!!

mentions: SFW, fem!reader, post-breakup, sad :(, mentions of crying. 

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even though it had only been a week, this break up with jack was the hardest thing either of you had ever done. his busy schedule with being on the road and your own personal situation was enough to drive a wedge between you, and you’d ended your relationship with a man you surely thought was your forever. 

the house was so empty without him and his things; no more wrestling memorabilia, no more hearing his favorite music in the bathroom, no more stray suitcases...it was just you, and that was the hardest pill to swallow so far. the man who was once a phone call or text away, who was littered all over your walls in photos and in your camera roll, was now someone you were trying to move on from. and it hurt. 

you’d been repeating your nightly routine since jack took his things and officially left the house; laying on the couch, trying not to let more tears fall from your eyes, and maybe finding it within yourself to get a snack from the kitchen before falling asleep. going into the bed you once shared with him made that heartache even worse. 

in the midst of this, you heard a knock at your door - which was unusual this late at night. you hadn’t invited anyone and you didn’t order food, so in most cases you probably would’ve just ignored it. but something told you to get up and just check it out to see who was trying to get your attention. 

with a small sniffle, you stood up and wrapped your blanket around your body just a little tighter. you trudged to the door and opened it, only to see that same mop of curly hair you fell in love with and the scent of his cologne hit your nose like the most comforting hug you could’ve been given. 

“jack, no...” you’d mumble, worried that he was coming back to try and appeal to your heartache. just as soon as you looked up at him, you looked right back down so the tears wouldn’t well up in your eyes. 

he’d gently shake his head at you, “no, y/n, please just look at me.” you didn’t want to listen to him, you didn’t want to admit that you missed him, but seeing him standing right in front of you was only making that even harder. “i know we promised this would be it but...but i can’t stay away.”

while that was everything you wanted to hear from him, it was also the worst thing jack could’ve said to you. you both made each other a promise that you’d move on, that you wouldn’t come back to see each other and you’d work on healing yourselves. you had to stop yourself from calling him every night because you’d convinced yourself jack was already moving on, but this was proved you wrong. 

“we can’t do this jack.” you mumbled sadly, watching as he slowly stepped over the threshold of the entryway. jack was a man who wore his heart on his sleeve, and when you looked up at him to see the tears in his eyes that matched yours, it was only getting more difficult to keep your original promise. “y-you should go home.”

jack’s calloused hands held your cheeks, both you finally letting the tears escape your eyes, and he gently shook his head. “give me one more night, baby.” he’d whisper, using his thumbs to wipe your years. “if you want me gone in the morning, i’ll be out of here before you even wake up. if you want me to stay then i’ll stay. but please...please, just one more night.” 

no matter how angry you’d been at him almost a week ago, that had all dissipated in this moment that he stood in front of you. you wanted that one more night just as badly as he did but had been refusing to admit it. jack was holding back just as much over the last few days, but tonight was his breaking point and he knew he needed to see you. 

there was a few moments of silence, jack holding your cheeks and resting your foreheads together as he let you sniffle. his tears were silent, and he seemed stoic as if he was trying to remain a source of strength for you. and eventually you gave in with a gentle nod, “just for tonight.” you whisper. 

jack nods and closes the door behind him. his own stressed hand runs through his unruly hair, and he wipes your tears one more time. “we don’t even have to talk.” he said softly, already lifting you off of your feet and taking the slow, familiar walk to your once shared bedroom. “i just need to hold you one more time.”

with your arms wrapped around his neck, tangling one of your fingers in a couple of strands of jack’s curls, he carries you into the bedroom and lays down on the bed with you. jack hadn’t even changed out of his own pajamas before coming back to the home he’d shared with you only a week ago, so both of you laid in your bed for the first time since ending your relationship, tears rolling down both of your faces. 

“what if i don’t know whether i want you to leave or not?” you admit softly, resting your head on his chest and breathing in his scent. 

jack was playing with your own hair, tugging the blankets around your body even tighter. “it’s okay if you don’t.” he’d assure you. “we can wait and see how you feel in the morning.” 

you hated how soft, how gentle this man was being. it was like you needed a reason for him to leave...but you couldn’t find one. as he held you just like he used to, ran his hand through your hair and let your tears fall, you were reminded of the jack you fell in love with and wanted nothing more than to pretend the last week never even happened. 

after some more silence, you looked up at jack and gave him the first kiss you’d shared in well over a week. you’d never forgotten the taste, the feeling of his lips, and that alone solidified what you told him next. 

“i’ll see you in the morning?”

[zepskies]

Lost on You - Part 7

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x F. Supe!Reader

Summary: 1983 is a big year for you. You’re finally chosen to join the ranks of Payback, led by the most (in)famous supe in the world: Soldier Boy. He’ll never admit that he’s trying his damndest to figure you out. You’ll never admit that he’s actually growing on you. But the problem with this game is deciding who’s the predator, and who is prey.

AN: Consequences of the game.

Word Count: 5.2K

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! More smut, show level debauchery, implied threesome, drug use, some light, some dark, violence and angst. (We're diving into some canon S3 content.)

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Part 7: Welcome to the Jungle

“Yes, well, Countess and I decided to end our relationship shortly after we wrapped on Red Thunder,” Ben explained to Jason Carver.

A little damage control could go a long way, coming from Soldier Boy himself. Vought News was one of the most convenient outlets for it.

“I know there’s been a lot of talk, but it was a mutual decision,” Ben said. “We still have a lot of love for each other. It just wasn’t working out.”

“Well, it sounds like it ended on good terms then,” said Jason.

“Yeah, so anyone who wants to run their mouth about it can come straight to me,” Ben said, with a stern set to his brows as he looked into the camera.

Jason uttered a slightly nervous laugh. “Well, I don’t think there’s anyone that brave.”

Ben shot him a smile. “Let’s hope not.”

“But are the rumors true? There seem to be some sparks between you and Sirena.”

Ben relaxed his posture a little, all while calm and controlled in his seat.

“She’s a special woman,” he admitted, with an incline of his head. “I can’t deny, we have…a connection.”

“Wow. You two have really hit it off since she joined the team,” Jason observed.

“Well, you know how it is, Jason,” Ben said. He glanced over and found you in the dark, standing next to a PA. You smiled.

“I’ve always been a man who knows what he wants,” he said.

“Shit,” Ben gritted out, his eyes rolling shut.

His gloved hand was fisted in your hair as you showed your gratefulness—on your knees, sucking him off from base to tip. He had to brace himself against the wall of one the makeup trailer. You two hadn’t even left the studio of Vought News when you took his hand and led him in here with a sensuous smile and an unspoken promise. 

“You sure do have a talented fucking mouth,” he said with a smirk.

You hummed around his cock in response while your lips and tongue continued to work him over. The sensation nearly made his eyes cross. His blunt fingers bit into the wall, creating divots there and stirring up paint and plaster dust.

But if he could still talk, you weren’t satisfied. You squeezed his ass through his uniform pants, pulling him even closer. His hips rocked forward, forcing you to take him deeper until his cock hit the back of your throat.

You gagged for a moment, but you took a breath through your nose to steady yourself, blinking through the sting of involuntary tears in your eyes. Then you slid your lips back down him again. This time you relaxed the back of your throat and managed to take him fully without gagging as much.

His grip was getting tighter in your hair as muttered curses fell from his lips. You winced, but you kept going. You could feel him getting close; his thighs locked with strain, and his cock throbbed a warning in your mouth.

A cross between a grunt and a shout escaped him along with his release. You swallowed up as much of his spend as you could, but it still dribbled from the corners of your mouth and down your neck. You eventually released him with a soft pop, panting heavily.

He had to catch his breath as well while he leaned against the wall. His fingers untightened from your hair, petting your head instead.

“Good girl. Jesus,” he said shallowly.

You smiled and helped yourself off the floor. You grabbed a hand towel from one of the makeup artist stations and wiped your face and neck, ruined lipstick and all. Ben was trying to play off his recovery when you turned back to him.

His gaze on you was satisfied, and yet, still simmering with heat. He grabbed your arm and guided you against the wall. He caged you there with his hands molded to the curve of your waist. His touch was warm even through your leather suit.

“Countess may have some fireballs for me in my future,” you remarked.

Ben snorted dismissively. “Don’t worry about her.”

You weren’t so sure. She probably hadn’t done anything publicly to you yet because she was afraid of Ben. At this point, having him in your corner was protection—both for your career and for yourself.

You tipped your face up at him with a more playful smile.

“You really think I’m special?” you teased.

Ben chuckled through his nose. “You’re fucking something, all right.”

His tone was laced with amusement, but you saw the edge of it in his eyes, and you felt it with your abilities. You sensed the sincerity in him, tinged with…fondness, maybe? Even for you, it was hard to parse out.

It was definitely something beyond lust. Was he even capable of something more?

And is that what you want?

He gave you one last kiss, distracting you from that troubling thought. His lips moved slowly against yours for a change. It was affectionate, as he cupped your cheek. 

“Come see me tonight,” he said when he finally pulled away. He gave you a slap on the ass to punctuate his request. Your hand wrapped around his forearm before he could turn away.

“How about a change of scenery? You could come to my place,” you suggested. He didn’t look enthused.

“Come on, I’ll even cook for you,” you added.

Ben raised a brow. “You cook?”

“Well, I’m no Martha Stewart, but I can whip up something good.”

Your smile was a tease as you slipped by him. You stopped in front of the mirror to fix your hair and lipstick. You briefly met Ben’s gaze in the mirror’s reflection. His brow was quirked. Was he waiting for you or something?

“What? I can’t go out looking like this,” you said.

At that, Ben smirked. He came up behind you and grasped your hips where you were bent over slightly. He pressed into your ass from behind, prompting you to straighten up and lean back against his chest. You couldn’t help a smile of amusement. Did this man ever get tired of fucking?

To your surprise though, he just pressed a tantalizing kiss into your neck. His eyes once again met yours in the mirror.

“I think you’re a fucking sight,” he said, picking a bit of his spend out of your hair.

You bit your lip out of embarrassment, but you couldn’t help the snort of laughter that escaped you.

It made him smile.

It was another facet of your evolving plan. Now that you had Ben in hand, you needed to keep his attention. A man like him appreciated certain values, and you had a feeling a woman who could cook was one of them.

It took some trial and error and a lot of praying, but you managed to make a decent roasted chicken. Ben seemed impressed enough. He ate half of the entire bird by himself, along with two helpings of mashed potatoes with gravy, even the parmesan broccoli. But as always, you two couldn’t seem to get through dessert.

Or rather, he took the cheesecake you bought into your bed and licked the accompanying raspberry syrup off your body. By the end, you were a sticky, sated mess (as usual). The bedsheets were a disaster, but you knew what you’d been getting into when you invited this man over. You had an extra set of clean sheets waiting in your dresser.

Ben smoked a large blunt afterwards, his eyes half-lidded as he drifted towards dozing off. When you noticed his eyes closing, a small alarm went off in your mind. You leaned over and stroked his arm.

“My bed doesn’t really compare with yours, does it?” you said. Which was true. His was even more plush and soft than yours. Not to mention, his bed was a California King. Yours was a modest queen-sized.

He shrugged and blew out smoke. “‘S not so bad.”

He dabbed his blunt in the ashtray and put it out for now. He raised his arms and folded them behind his head. He groaned and settled in against your pillows. You hid your wary frown.

Shit, maybe you’d miscalculated by inviting him over. You hadn’t thought he’d actually want to stay the night. 

“Nooo, don’t fall asleep,” you playfully whined. You rolled over onto his chest and laid kisses along his jaw. “Why don’t we go take a walk or something? Go on a little adventure.”

Ben cracked an eye open at you, but he soon closed it again. “Nah, I’m good.”

“Come on, super-man. Don’t tell me you’re tired already,” you goaded.

At that, Ben’s eyes opened, and he frowned at you.

“You just stuffed me full of food like it’s Thanksgiving—”

“You’re the one who went for seconds. And thirds, mind you.”

“Gave me a fucking workout—”

“Which you started.”

“I may be the strongest man on Earth, but I still need to recharge every now and then,” he said gruffly. “Keep sassing me though. When I wake up, you might just find yourself bent over my knee.”

You tried not to smile. Sometimes his grumpiness was just too amusing. It didn’t seem like he was going to get out of your bed though.

Sighing in defeat, you got up and tugged at the ruined sheets he was resting on.

“Come on, at least let me change these.”

With an annoyed huff, Ben got up just long enough for you to remake the bed. He hunkered back down before you were done, making it harder for you to lay down the last one correctly, but you rolled your eyes and gave up, tossing the sheet half-made over his bare legs.

You went into the bathroom to clean yourself up. Hopefully by the time you came back, he’d be asleep. You’d make your way to the couch with a spare comforter and sleep there.

It might’ve seemed strange, but you had never actually slept with him in the same bed. It wasn’t personal. You’d made it a habit to always sleep alone.

So after a quick shower, brushing your teeth, and slipping on an old shirt to sleep in, you padded quietly back into your bedroom. Sure enough, Ben looked to be fast asleep. He laid on his back with an arm curled over his stomach. Like this, he looked peaceful. Even docile.

The thought made you smirk as you went to grab a spare blanket from your closet. You draped it over your arm and went to your nightstand next. You just wanted to grab the book you’d been reading from the top drawer. You did so very carefully, knowing Ben’s hearing was sharp.

Once you’d successfully retrieved the book and slowly shut the drawer, you turned to head for the door. A hand shot out and grabbed your elbow. You gasped and jolted slightly, but of course it was just Ben. His fingers wrapped around your arm. His eyes were open, barely.

“Where’re you going?” he rumbled.

“Um, just to go to the couch and read for a bit,” you lied on the fly. “I didn’t want to disturb you.”

With a dismissive huff, he tugged you back and hauled you effortlessly back into the bed. You yelped in surprise. The book went tumbling off the side of the bed while the extra blanket got coiled between your legs. That strong arm curled around your waist. Possessive.

You turned your head across Ben’s shoulder and stared at his face. He shot you a smirk, then closed his eyes. His chest moved with his deeper breath, as it evened out in sleep.

You frowned. The man could be demanding, sure, but you never expected him to act this way. It did cause a flutter of something to rise in your belly. Something warm, and equally unexpected.

You sighed and allowed yourself to relax against him. You rested your eyes. Just for a little while, you told yourself. Then you’d try to extricate yourself.

Somehow, you never got around to it.

You woke in the morning to something warm and firm under your cheek. Your eyes slid open, and you were met with the bare chest of your lover. He was awake, sitting up against the headboard as he sipped at a mug of coffee. He glanced at you with a subtle smile pulling at his lips.

“Welcome back, Sleeping Beauty,” he said.

You smiled sleepily. Yawning, you turned and curled yourself into him without really thinking about it. But then it hit you, how intimate this was…and how much that conflicted you inside.

You eased away from him with a faked yawn, stretching your limbs, and gaining at least a few inches between you. Ben watched you do it with a certain glint of knowing in his eyes.

“You moan in your sleep,” he remarked idly.

You shot him a look of surprise. “I do not.”

“Yeah, you do. I fucking heard you,” he said. His lips pulled at a smirk. He set his coffee down and rolled over, trapping you underneath him. He thumbed at your chin. “Here I am thinking, ‘This dirty little girl. Didn’t get enough last night, did she?’”

You bit the inside of your lip against a smile. Your face warmed with a blush.

“Is that why you don’t want me in your bed?” he asked. “You embarrassed, sweetheart?”

At that, you frowned. “No, it’s not…”

“Because believe me, I’ve seen weirder shit,” he said. “There was one girl who sleepwalked into my fucking closet. That one was a headscratcher… Aw hell, one girl even took a shit in my bed.”

You gaped. “Seriously?”

He grimaced at the memory. “And tried to blame her Pomeranian. Think I don’t know a human shit when I see one?”

You blinked in bewilderment and disgust. “Dear Lord.”

Ben stroked your side.

“So you got nothing to worry about,” he said, a slow grin curving his lips. “Some little sex noises don’t bother me.”

You laughed a little, but then you chewed on your lower lip, looking up at him. You didn’t know what compelled you to be honest in that moment.

“It’s not that, it’s just…ever since I got my powers, I’ve felt safest sleeping alone,” you said.

Ben’s amusement faded. “Why’s that?”

“I’m not like you,” you admitted, touching his chin with your fingertip. “When I’m asleep, I’m vulnerable, just like everybody else.”

He seemed to consider what you were saying with furrowed brows. You itched to sweep his hair away from his eyes, but you kept your hands to yourself. 

“Well, you’re safe with me,” he said eventually. 

You tilt your head at him. You wondered if he really meant that, or if it was just part of the façade of “charm” he was trying to portray. Even with your skin touching his, you couldn’t quite read his heart to parse that one out.

You had to pull back on the connection before he realized that you were trying…

But then again, maybe it was you who didn’t want to know for sure.

Christmas came around sooner than you expected. This time of year was heavy on your heart, after your mom’s death.

“I’ll be back before New Year’s,” you said, leaning up to give Ben a kiss. You were in his apartment saying goodbye. His personal chef was in the kitchen cooking up something that smelled amazing, but you had to leave. You had to pick up your father in Brooklyn and drive both of you over to your brother’s house in Queens.

“What’s the winter like in Indiana?” Ben asked in curiosity.

You blinked. Fuck if you knew, but he still thought you were a smalltown girl from the boonies and the cornfields.

“Um…cold. Snowy. Same as here, basically, but the wind isn’t going to cut through your bones when you turn a corner around a skyscraper,” you said.

Ben gave a mild shrug in response. Like he was ever going to go to Indiana. 

“Well, gotta go catch my flight,” you fibbed, but you grew curious about something as you peered up at him. “What’re you doing for the holidays? Seeing family, or…”

Again, he shrugged. “Nah, I’ll be here. I don’t get into that corny festive bullshit.”

You frowned. Something told you it wasn’t just that he didn’t do Christmas. He didn’t seem to have any family, or friends outside of Vought, for that matter. If you can count any of those people friends.

Was he really just going to be here all alone until New Year’s Eve?

Perhaps for the first time, you felt a bit bad for him. You knew you couldn’t invite him over for your holiday plans, however.

So you gave him another kiss goodbye, and you left.

You returned in time for Vought’s annual New Year’s Eve bash. According to Tommy and Tessa, it was legendary. First, there was a huge banquet held for all the big wigs and the investors and the press. That was just to load up on good food and champagne.

The real party was the afterparty, made up almost exclusively by supes employed by Vought—from all across the country. Of course, Payback were the guests of honor, with Soldier Boy leading the pack on free booze and lines of drugs smoked or snorted across most available surfaces.

You felt overwhelmed by all of it at first. In fact, you almost left the party. But then you saw a very drunk Countess in a little red cocktail dress, offering Ben to take a shot of tequila out of her mouth. It stirred irritation in your gut.

You grabbed the nearest bottle of alcohol, went over to them, and subtly touched Countess’s bare shoulder.

Give that shot to Tommy, you compelled her.

With that small trill of your power, Countess stood straighter and beelined straight for Tommy. She grabbed him by the back of his head and surprised him with a deep tequila kiss.

Gross.

You grimaced at the sight, but when you looked back at Ben, he was smirking in amusement. He slid an arm around your waist and spoke closely in your ear.

“Let’s have some fun.”

The next morning, you sat up in bed with a groan. Your head pounded with a horrible hangover of at least three different substances. You wiped the remnants of powder from your itchy nose. And you were naked.

You drew the sheets to cover up to your breasts, which accidentally pulled the covers off another warm body beside you—a mystery woman. Someone you vaguely recognized as another supe from the party. She woke with a wince.

“Ooh, fuck, where’s the bathroom?” she asked. You were bleary-eyed, but you managed to point over to the left. She nodded and slowly got out of bed.

You wiped at your face and realized that Ben was there as well. It was his bed, after all.

He was slowly waking up too, looking more than a little fucked up himself. You groaned and slid under his arm, resting your head against his chest. Mistakes had been made, but you couldn’t bring yourself to give a shit.

Way to ring in 1984.

There was a reason you didn’t like group training sessions. You watched with a grimace from your corner of the matt, along with the TNT Twins. For sure, they did not want to be next in the ring with Ben. His idea of training wasn’t very…constructive.

“Lighten up, Gunpowder. I’m just playing around,” Ben said, as Countess helped the younger man off the floor in concern. His eye was already swelling up, along with his bloody lip. He was too exhausted to even get off the mat. You’d tried stopping Ben fifteen minutes ago, but he hadn’t budged.

He now rolled his eyes and walked away from Gunpowder, waving a dismissive hand. “You fucking pussy.”

Your brows furrowed with your frown. You were cautious as you approached him again and lightly touched his arm.

“Was that really necessary?” you asked. “Ben, he’s only eighteen.”

He shot you a stern look.

“Don’t fucking start with me.”

He was definitely tougher on the men than he was on you or Countess, but still, it wasn’t easy to watch. This was the side of him you didn’t often see when you were alone with him. With you, he was still crass and arrogant, but sometimes, his harder edges softened the slightest bit.

In front of the team, he was Soldier Boy. He could be callous, and even cruel. It reminded you of every mission you went on together; every brutal, fatal move against the “bad guys,” and every innocent life that got caught in the crossfire.

The double doors to the gym opened, and in came Black Noir. You grew concerned, as you sensed anger coming off of him in waves.

“You’re late,” Ben said, crossing his arms. “We started at 3.”

“I really wanted that movie,” said Noir.

“The hell are you talking about?”

“I just got off the phone with my manager,” Noir continued. “It’s a no-go on Beverly Hills Cop.”

“Oh, that,” Ben said, with a roll of his eyes. Your own widened a fraction.

Noir stepped forward, his hands balling into fists. “I was born to play Axel Foley. Why would you say all those horrible things about me to Don Simpson?”

Your mouth fell open in shock. Don Simpson was a big deal. He’d produced Flashdance just last year. 

“Jesus, Ben. Really?” you said.

“Zip it, Sirena,” Ben snapped. Your mouth fell shut, even as you glared at him. He rarely called you by your supe name behind Vought’s closed doors.

“The guy’s supposed to be funny,” said Ben. He pointed back at Noir. “You’re. Not. Funny.”

“Well, I…could’ve been,” Noir said, a little weakly.

If there was one thing Ben couldn’t stand, it was a weak spine.

“You’re not good enough!” he barked. “Now shut your cockhole, and get to work.”

“But—” The moment Noir grabbed the other man’s shoulder, you knew it was going to be bad.

Ben turned and threw a swift punch that would’ve rattled any supe’s spine, even if they did have super strength. It wasn’t even a contest. He beat Noir down bloody on the mats, no matter what you or the others shouted out.

You were horrified, and you couldn’t stand by and watch anymore. You hurried over and tried to touch Ben’s arm. Maybe you could calm him down.

“Ben, stop! He’s had enough—”

He meant to just rip his arm out of your grasp. Maybe he’d shove you out of the way, out of his way. But the momentum of it sent you to the floor, with the wind knocked out of you.

It managed to briefly cut through his anger. He paused, seeing the shock and the stricken look on your face. You were looking at him like he was some kind of animal.

Deep down, he felt like one too. He just couldn’t allow himself to show it.

“That’s what happens when you don’t stay the fuck out of the way,” he growled.

You blinked wide as wet tears gathered in your lashes. It struck a cacophonous chord inside him, down to his bones.

He turned away from you to glare down at Black Noir. This was his fucking fault.

“You think you can be me?” Ben sneered. “You’re not a movie star. You’re not shit. I see you getting outta line again, trying to ‘move on up,’ I will put you in the fucking ground. Understood?”

Noir, fucking pussy that he was, stayed there on the ground covered in his own blood. By the time Ben turned back to where you’d fallen, you were no longer there.

You were gone.

You left the gym in tears. You pulled a staff member aside and let her know that Black Noir and Gunpowder were going to need medical attention.

“Are you okay?” she asked in concern. “Do you need—”

“I’m fine!” you snapped, even though you were still crying. It was more embarrassment at this point. You knew what Ben was from the very beginning. You’d just never thought he would…

Sucking in one deep breath, you steeled yourself. You wiped your face dry and forced your expression to ease into nothing. Blankness.

Show them what you want them to see.

He tried to come see you that night, but you wouldn’t let him into your apartment.

He sent flowers—some bullshit roses, with an apology written on the card.

I'm sorry.

You threw them in the trash.

You were done playing this game. It wasn’t worth it.

He wasn’t worth it…

Or so you felt, for the first few days. You began to wonder just how much shit Countess had to put up with for the years that she was with him. You wondered if he’d ever hit her.

You replayed that moment over and over in your mind. You knew if you hadn’t intervened, Ben wouldn’t have shoved you. He hadn’t truly meant to, you thought. With his strength, you were lucky it hadn’t been worse.

He didn’t mean it, you tried to rationalize. Even as you tried not to think about Gunpowder, or Noir, bloody on the floor.

Because at the end of the day, being with Ben was still good for your career, and if you kept denying him like this, he’d likely just go back to Countess.

So, even though it took a huge chunk out of your pride, you ventured to the elevators and up to the penthouse suite. By now, your feet knew this path by heart, even if your stomach churned with unease.

You stood in front of Ben’s door for a minute, just thinking. You knew this was the lowest you’d ever been. Was your career really worth debasing yourself like this?

Well, your question was soon answered when the door swung open. You hastily stepped back as a trio of smiling, giggling women came out from the apartment, all of them high-heeled and scantily dressed. Behind them was Ben in a black silk robe. His hair was a mess, and he had that post-nut look on his face, along with a layer of drying sweat. They all stunk like weed and sex.

Ben paused in the doorway when he saw you. His amusement faded. You let the girls slip past you without comment. Then you crossed your arms and looked up at him flatly.

He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. At least, nothing good.

“Hey,” he said.

You nodded. “Right.”

You turned from him and started walking down the hall the way you came, but Ben reached out fast and grabbed your wrist.

“All right, look—”

He turned you around, only stopping short when you gasped, your eyes glowing with thinly veiled power on reflex.

“Let go of me,” you demanded. Your tone was firm, but you both heard the fear in your voice. His jaw clenched.  

It seemed Ben did have a sliver of a heart somewhere inside his chest, because he let you go. You continued on your way, scrubbing furiously at the sting in your eyes.

“Dad, I just…I don’t think I can do this anymore,” you confessed. You were sitting on the edge of your bed with your head in your hands. You didn’t want to burden your brother, who had his own family, his own problems. So you called your dad first. Tears slipped down your cheeks and bled into your jeans.

“I think I need to come home,” you sniffed.

“Aw, honey. I’m sorry to hear you’re having such a hard time,” he said. “But you knew it was going to be difficult. You’ve been doing so well too.”

“I know, but—”

“And your mom’s medical bills might be taken care of, but I’ve still got the house to pay off. If it wasn’t for my back, I’d be out there working two and three jobs like I used to, but you know, I just can’t do it anymore.”

You rubbed at your tired, bleary eyes and sighed.

“Yeah. Okay, I know,” you said. “I’m going to help you, don’t worry.”

“So you’re gonna stay right? You’re going to work it out with Soldier Boy? You two do look good together, I’ve gotta say. What happened exactly? You didn’t uh, really explain that part.”

Your lower lip trembled. “Actually, Dad, I’m getting a page. Let me call you back later, okay?”

“Oh. Well, okay, sweetheart. I’m here for you. You know that.”

“Yeah, I know.”

Your next conversation was in Arthur Cohen’s office. You’d marched in while he was on the phone and said:

“I’m quitting the team.”

Arthur, professional that he was, gave you one look before he told whoever was on the other line that he’d call them back in a minute. Then he turned to you with his full attention, folding his hands on his desk. His many gold and silver rings shone in the lamplight.

“What can I do for you, sweetheart?” he asked. As if to say, Did I just hear you correctly?

You remained firm. “I want out of my contract. I’m quitting Payback.”

Arthur needed a beat on that one. “…Ah. I see.”

He held out a hand to one of the chairs in front of his desk.

“Please,” he gestured. You reluctantly obliged.

“Okay, I understand you’ve been going through some hard times—”

“Do you?” you intoned, tilting your head.

He nodded. “Believe me, I do. The problem is, you’re under a two-year minimum contract. You’re only about a year in. If you want out, no problem. I can do that for you.”

“Good,” you said. “Let’s make it happen.”

He held up a hand. “However. If you back out of this deal, remember that we invested in you. You’ll have to give back the advance we gave you, plus everything we’ve spent on your marketing, your new suit, your training, not to mention that little incident we smoothed over a couple months ago. A lot of lawyers and red tape. It’ll drive ya nuts…but it all adds up, unfortunately.”

Fuck. It hit you almost like a physical blow, a deep churning in your stomach. What kind of soul-sucking contract had you signed? Had you even read the fine print on that one?

For a long moment, you stared at Arthur’s desk in silence, to a point where he began to fidget slightly. You raised your head.

“All right,” you said, with a perfect smile. “I understand.”

Then you got up and left.

Arthur heaved a breath of relief. Fucking supes.

His door opened again, but to Stan Edgar. Arthur still didn’t know what to make of this guy. There was something about his calm, unfazed demeanor that Arthur didn’t trust.

“Sure, screw my lunch break. What can I do for ya?” he drawled.

Stan raised a brow and handed a thick file to him.

“I just got off the phone with Director Kasey from the CIA,” he said. “We’re approved for Nicaragua.” 

AN: 🫣 Ooh, don't hate me loll. It's gonna get worse before it gets better. I did warn about morally charcoal characters in this series, especially Ben himself. (He's got a lot to learn, and so does Sirena, for that matter.)

And now, we hit another pivotal moment...

Next Time:

“We’re all playing a game, Irving. Just at different levels,” you said. “For example, what were you talking to Stan about?”

You’d seen them a couple of hours ago, hidden behind a fortified stone wall. Noir stopped walking. You were curious enough to follow suit.

“Something that could change everything for all of us,” he said. “You included.”

Your brows knitted together. “What’re you—”

Shots rang out in the clearing.

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Smug little baatard man. I love you <3

Summary: The reader is surprised to see Jack Perry finally back in AEW after his prolonged hiatus from the company. The two were close before the incident with CM Punk. But Jack never tried to reach out after the fight.

You are backstage for Dynamite talking with Willow and Kris after your match against Robyn Renegade a few minutes ago.

"The belt looks so good on you, Willow." You compliment Willow and the shiny new TBS championship belt hanging off her shoulder. "I can't wait to see you and Mercedes go at it. It's going to be such a good match."

"Thanks, YN." Willow smiles at you. "I saw your match with Robyn just now. You looked great back there." She pays the compliment back.

You, Willow, and Kris chat for a while about work. Kris is showing you a new photo of her pet lizard when the three of you notice the sound of the AEW crowd becoming rowdy.

"What's got them all worked up?" You wonder aloud.

"No clue. Wanna go see?" Kris shrugs.

You and Willow nod so the three of you weave your way through the backstage are. You make it down near the tunnel entrance where some monitors are streaming the show.

"Isn't that Jack Perry?" Willow is the first one to speak up. "What's he doing out there with the Jackson brothers and Okada?" She asks.

Your attention snaps to the monitor in front of you at the mention of Jack's name. You haven't seen Jack since the incident last Summer at All-In with CM Punk. Kris notices the surprised look in your eyes and remembers that you and Jack were hanging out a bunch before the incident.

"Hey, didn't you and Jack used to be close?" Kris asks you.

"Yeah." You nod. "I haven't talked to him since that fight he got into with CM Punk." You explain.

Willow turns around to join the conversation. "That long?" She asks you. "He didn't even like text you?"

You shake your head and turn back to the monitor. You watch Jack commit an assault on poor defenseless Tony Khan with help from The Elite. Your stomach churns at the despicable sight. But in the back of your mind, you can't help but notice how attractive Jack seems now. This new persona he's putting on is enticing, to say the least.

"Damn, that was brutal." Willow shakes her head when the camera feed cuts out, signaling the end of the show.

"I know." You agree.

Kris and Willow head back to the locker rooms so they can get ready to leave. But you linger backstage for a bit. You hang around and try not to act suspicious until eventually, Jack comes strutting back through the tunnel with his new friends.

"YN!" Matt Jackson greets you with a smug grin. "What are you doing hanging out all the way out here?" He asks you casually.

"Hi, Matt- er, Matthew. Sorry." You offer the EVP a small wave. "I was just cooling off and enjoying the show." You explain.

Matt nods and steps off to the side with Nick and Okada. Jack steps up to the front of the group and locks eyes with you.

"Hey, Jack." You smile at your former close friend. "You grew a beard! It looks nice." You pay him a friendly compliment.

"YN." Jack returns your smile. "It's good to see you again." He takes a step toward you and away from his newfound friends. "You've been growing out your hair? It looks nice too." He adds.

You smile at the ground sheepishly and nod. "Yeah, thanks. How are you?" You ask him. "I heard that you were off doing some work in Japan. How was it over there?"

"It was good." Jack shrugs. "I learned a lot while I was over there, that's for sure." He explains. "Hey...listen, YN. I'm sorry that I didn't call or anything these past few months." He rubs the back of his neck.

You shake your head at Jack's admittance of guilt. "Jack, no, it's alright." You assure him. You step forward and close the gap between the two of you. Jack looks a bit surprised when you place a gentle hand on his arm.

"You're forgiving me? Just like that?" Jack laughs. "But I was such a dick to you these past few months." He shakes his head again. "I mean. I just up and left! I ghosted you for so long!"

You shrug and crack a small smile. "You were getting railroaded!" You remind him. "Scapegoat, remember? I get it. And sure, it would have been nice to get a call or a text just to see how you were doing. But it's okay. I get it." You assure him one more time.

Jack laughs again and you suddenly find yourself trapped against his chest in a warm embrace. "Man. You've really got it bad for me, don't you?" He teases you. His new bad-boy persona breaking through.

You giggle and break out of his embrace. "I've got it bad?" You quirk a brow at him. "You spent half a year in Japan surrounded by groupies and yet here you are." You tease him right back. "Right here begging me to forgive you for ghosting me."

You and Jack both laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. You glance down at his hand now holding your wrist in the gap between the two of you. It's like he's making sure that you aren't going to go anywhere.

When you glance back up at Jack's face you find him staring at you with a tell-tale twinkle in his eye. You recognize the look to be the same one you used to give him when he wasn't paying attention. Like you are just dying to kiss him.

"If I try and kiss you right now, you aren't going to slap me, right?" Jack asks you playfully.

You shrug and match his playful smile. "I guess you'll just have to try it and find out." You tease him.

Your teasing remark earns one last laugh from Jack before he closes the gap between the two of you. You feel his hand snake behind your back, his palm laying flat against the small of your back as he pulls you flush against him. Your eyes flutter shut as Jack crashes his lips to yours in a sweet but passionate kiss. A kiss that's about three years in the making and about six months late.

But damn was it worth the wait.

[daddyhausen]

could you do dialogue prompt 30 with jungle boy and hook please ? 💗💗

• middle of the night — jungle boy + hook •

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{ masterlists } | { aew masterlists } | { jungle boy masterlist } | { hook masterlist }

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{ summary } — even in the dead of night, your quest to annoy your boyfriends continues.

{ warnings } — none

{ word count } — 182

{ pairing } — fem!reader x hook x jungle boy

{ genre } — fluff

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{ beta readers } — @allelitesmut + @legit9thlunaticwarrior

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{ 30 } —  stop telling me weird stuff in the middle of the night 

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tyler awoke to a soft prodding at his ribs 

the boy stirring slightly from his slumber 

hearing his name fall from your lips

“tyler…? hey tyler, are you awake?” 

he turned to meet your voice 

your body sandwiched between his and jack’s

his other lover already awake 

a hand wrapped around your waist and his head nuzzled into your neck

“don’t answer her, she’s been at it for an hour already”

jack warned, voice deep and still laced with sleep, having motioned to your almost sleep deprived state

the boys did not understand how you were so wide awake at such an time 

“what is it, princess?” tyler questioned tiredly, still trying to keep his eyes open 

“did you know that pigs physically can’t look up at the sky?”

tyler sat there almost stunned for a moment

jack offering him a small smile out of pity

“i told you not to answer her”

tyler glanced back down at you, placing a soft kiss to your forehead

“princess, i love you but stop telling me weird stuff in the middle of the night”

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[lovethathookhausen730]

Synthetic Love

Part 5: Save Me

Summary: Tyler wants to do whatever it takes to protect Y/N from Jack Perry and Anna Jay

Tags: @shawtys-things

Y/N'S POV

I decided not to show up for Dynamite tonight but I did promised whoever sent me that mysterious message that I would meet up with them in their hotel room as I sat on my bed thinking about the whole situation I let everything sink into my head as i heard my phone buzzing and i read it carefully seeing the same mysterious message

???: I'm at the hotel now come see me room 203

I sighed deeply and begin putting on my comfortable clothes and a hoodie so nobody from the arena would see me as I walked out of my hotel room looking both ways to see if anyone was watching me as I head towards the room number 203 which was the second floor of this luxury hotel as I made my way to second floor and went straight towards 203 and knocked on the door having a gut feeling this was a big mistake of my life yet again....

Tyler's POV

As soon as I heard the knock on the door I immediately got up and went to answer it seeing Y/N as I hugged her before looking at her face which was all red and puffy as I sighed softly "come in" I told her softly as she walked into my hotel room as I closed the door and turn to look at her

"so it was you that sent me the mystery text" she said as I nod in reply and sat on my bed taking off my hoodie and set it beside me and looked up at her as I let her speak before I did

"how did you get my number I never gave it to you" she asked as I sighed deeply and looked at her wanting to be straight up honest with her

"Skye Blue gave me you're number I told her if you were showing up for dynamite and she said no so I asked her for you're number so I can tell you to meet me in my hotel room" I explained as she nods in reply sniffling slightly as she looked down for a moment before sighing softly before begin fumbling with her finger against her hoodie

"why am I here Tyler?" She asked as she looked at me as I inhaled sharply and looked at her seeing the pain in her eyes which caused me to get worried even more

"I want to save you from Jack Perry and Anna Jay Darius told me what happened and I knew right then and there I needed to find you knowing Jack Perry he's fucked up in the head since betraying me at Forbidden Door 2" I explained as I remember that night Jack betrayed me after everything I did for him as I felt her sitting next to me as I sighed deeply looking down

"I'm sorry he did that to you Tyler but you don't have to save me from this I did this to myself and this is my way of saying that I deserve this" she said as I shook my head and looked at her and lightly took my hands into hers as I lightly move my thumbs back and forth on her hands

"you don't understand y/n Jack is going to make your life a living hell like he did with me alongside with Anna Jay and I don't want that to happen to you I don't want you to go through what I had to go through please let me save you from this I promise to protect you from him and anyone that gets to you" I begged as I felt my heart sinking for her I don't want her to go through the things I did when Jack put me through hell

I watched her reaction to see if she'll accept the offer of me saving her as she looked at me and smiles softly "fine I'll accept the offer but if you end up hurting me Tyler... I will never forgive you and I will end up leaving AEW for good" she said as I hugged her lightly stroking her hair as I smiled softly

"you have my word y/n I won't let anyone hurt you ever again" I said as I let her stay in my hotel room for the rest of the night letting the boys know I wouldn't be out tonight as I let her fall asleep on my chest as I watched her sleep peacefully on me I'm glad she's finally giving me a chance to save her from all of this and as for Jack Perry, he's gonna have a hell week from me and I'll make sure he feels all the pain that he put y/n through I will make him pay for his sick and twisted games....

[madhatterbri]

Christmas Showdown | J.P.

Summary: During Christmas, your father wants to know about that comment.

Author's Note: Mild cursing. Work of fiction.

"And I'm still banging the hottest bitch in this entire place," Jack yelled into the microphone. The line he worked on for so long seemed to work. The rowdy crowd in the arena booed. A smirk plastered on his face.

If only he knew how much that comment would bite him in the ass.

"Merry Christmas, everyone," you sung happily as you walked inside your parent's house. Jack followed right behind you and closed the door. The warmth of your family's home a nice change from the chill outside.

The house went silent as the two of you walked in. Your mother and sister cleared their throat and nodded their heads towards the kitchen as if ushering you there. Your dad cheered loudly from the livingroom as he watched his favorite team play.

"Jack, I'm going to help them with cooking dinner. Why don't you watch some football with my dad?" You asked wanting your dad and Jack to finally meet. Your boyfriend turned on his heel but was stopped by your mom.

"Oh no, honey, her dad loves his football. Now isn't the time to talk. Besides we need a man with muscles to help us out in the kitchen," your mom smiled and patted your boyfriend's muscular arms. Jack walked into the kitchen. You followed feeling like something was wrong.

"What's wrong? Why are you guys being weird?" You asked.

"Your dad remembers a certain comment Jack made about you on an AEW taping one night," your mother answered wiping her hands nervously against her apron. "I tried to tell him it was all for a story but it was the way it was delivered,"

"Comment?" You asked. "What certain comment?"

Your sister pulled up a video from Youtube. It was the night he turned heel. Your blood ran cold. Your breath hitched in your throat. The words that caused controversy poured out from the cell phone's speakers. Oh no.

"What did dad say?" You asked.

"He wants to talk to Jack. It should be halftime and our team is up. Maybe this will be a good time since he's in a good mood," your sister encouraged. A fake look of hope shined on her face.

Jack pursed his lips yet nodded. He silently prayed your dad wouldn't kill him. The Jungle Boy was known to push the limit sometimes. He swore ppenty on television and wore a shirt that read Christian is a pushy. He rubbed his head nervously before walking into the livingroom.

"Hello, sir, my name is Jack. Nice to meet you. Your wife said you wanted to talk to me," he shifted his feet uncomfortably.

"I know who you are," your dad spoke roughly. "The man that talked down about my baby,"

"Listen, I wanted to apologize for the comment I made at your daughter's expense. It was used to fully push me to be the bad guy for our job," he explained. "It was wrong of me and I'm sorry,"

"I understand it's just for entertainment. She's just my little girl, you know?" He asked.

"Yeah, next time I will get the crowd riled up another way and not at the expense of your daughter," Jack promised.

"Good to know, besides, I'm banging the hottest b in this place. You got it?" your dad informed him while standing up from the rocking chair. Jack bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. You always warned him about your dad's sense of humor and love for your mom. The man seemed to try and make a joke out of a bad situation. At least he was warming up to him.

"Ye-yes sir," he answered.

[thesupreme316]

I’ll never be over with Jungle boy turn on hook

Therefore I’m in need for something, anything with either

- the reader being at ringside/ JB side when he turn ( in shock ex:when Seth turned on the shield and the reader having the same reaction as Dean/Jon did)

- Reader’s backstage reaction plus Anna Jay next to them ( reader could be angry and Anna having to hold them back;Confused( Reader and Anna are tag partners in this one); or no reaction as they felt that this was gonna happen

- Reader joining in on turning on Hook

- Reader taking it to Twitter like how Bowers and Danhausen did(love them for that😌)

- Reader being at the announcer table with Taz and him having to hold them down

- Or (personally my favourite) reader beating the ever loving shit out of Jungle Boy either the same night or the following Wednesday

The reader can be any gender, can be a champion

Much love ❤️

SHIT I DID ALL THE ABOVE AND YALL GONNA READ IT choose your adventure bitchesssss

You Reacting to Jungle Boy Turning on Hook:

Word Count: 1.5K

Supreme Speaks: hiii, i did all the above! I left Y/N gender-neutral and entirely up to the reader's design (i hope). Thank you to @hookerforhook for requesting this ❤️. I did both a heel and face reaction. Please know that you are loved and appreciated.

Warnings: things that are said about Jack Perry are not true and come from a very deep (AND HURT AND INSULTED) place within me, fake twitter pic, not proofread.

Taglist: @hookerforhook @hooks-martin @wwenhlimagines @sheinthatfandom

If you wanna be a heel:

You were backstage with your best friend, Anna Jay (who’s a part of JAS ew)

The two of you were watching Jack’s (Anna’s boyfriend and your other best friend) match against Sanada on the monitor

You were also watching Hook; a person you didn’t have any particular way of feeling towards

Nothing against him, just particularly didn’t care for him (imagine that) or this little partnership they have

At times you would help them out, evening the odds with JAS or other teams; but still no attachment to Hook (despite the media calling you the 3 Amigos)

Over the course of weeks, you knew something was gonna happen…you could just feel it

Jack was getting nastier and more aggressive over the past month

Maybe it was Christian getting under his skin, or the comparisons to Hook, or maybe even the doubtful opinions of the fans

But one thing is for sure, something was bound to happen this week

After Jack lost to Sanada, they were walking back up the ramp when Jack tackled Hook; resulting in the entire arena booing him and gasping

“Holy shit!” Anna exclaimed, not believing what she saw. She looked over at you for a reaction, but you didn’t have one. 
Not a single emotion ran through your body.

“Y/N? Are you there?”

“Yeah, I’m here. I’m not surprised.” You said as Jack stood over Hook’s body. Then, an idea came into your head, making your eyes gleam with mischief. “But I’m gonna do something.” You started to walk away from Anna, towards the stage.

“Y/N! Be careful, and don’t be stupid!” Anna yelled as you went through the curtains.

And as if a switch went off in you, your emotionless face was replaced with a concerned one, making the crowd grow antsy yet sad. You looked at Jack with fear as you went over to “check” on Hook.

You got him up on his feet to the crowd cheering…but then the audience grew with anger as you delivered a roundhouse kick to Hook, knocking him back down again. Looking around the arena, you heard and saw all the negativity that was being thrown at you. You turned around to see Jack with a smile on his face, you two high-fived each other. Both you and Jack raised your hands in victory. As you two walked to the back, Taz was screaming at you and vowing that Hook would get his revenge.

You didn’t care.

It was just business….

nothing personal.

If you wanna be a face (this is much longer my bad):

You were in a tag team with Anna Jay (who was freed from the shackles from JAS)

The two of you held tag team championship gold (either a women’s tag team or a mixed tag team championship; whatever you choose)

On the other hand, you were really good friends with Hook and Jack Perry

Going to the point where JungleHook would team up with you and Anna to take on various teams

For Jack’s match at Forbidden Door against Sanada, Jack invited you and Anna to observe his match while Hook accompanied him

After your title defense earlier that night, you and Anna decided to take that offer

Instead of crowding the ring, you and Anna sat at the commentary table with Taz, Hook’s dad

After the match, you and Anna were gonna go up to Jack to comfort him

Until he attacked Hook, leaving everyone speechless and you with a beyond shocked look on your face (that also became a viral meme in the wrestling community)

Sidenote: like everyone and their momma referenced your picture like that one dude when Undertaker’s streak ended

Even though you were shocked and blindsided, you had to contain Taz, who was begging to punch Jack

“Nah! Nah! Lemme beat his ass! I’ll show him what’s up!” Taz said trying to get out of his seat. You took off your headphones and tried to hold him back. But as you turned around, you saw Jack gloating and making fun of Hook to the audience. Immediately, anger rose within you, making you jump out of your chair and almost over the table to get to Jack. But you were held back by Anna as Jack ran backstage.

Looking at her, something clicked in your mind, “Did you know?” You asked with betrayal and disbelief in your voice. The thought of one of your best friends would keep a secret this hurtful from you made you sick. Anna’s eyes widened as she shook her head.

“No! No! I didn’t know anything! I swear!” Anna said with her eyes pleading for you to believe her. You sighed as you and Taz walked over to Hook, who was making his way to his feet. The four of you went backstage as Hook put ice on his neck and Taz stared daggers into the floor. “Guys, I’m so sorry about that. I honestly didn’t know, and if I did I would have told you.”

You nodded your head, as you know that her words rang true. You just sighed before looking at Hook, who was fuming mad. “What do you wanna do now, Hook?

“I’m gonna kick the living shit out of him.” Hook said before turning to Anna. “I want to apologize to you in advance, cause after I’m done with him, you won’t be able to recognize your little boyfriend.”

Anna shrugged, “He has it coming. I just don’t want this to drive our friendship apart.” She looked at you for reassurance, but you were typing away on your phone. “Y/N?”

“Oh yeah, we’re good. I was tweeting something, but Anna, we’re okay.” You said putting your phone down. Immediately (just like your initial reaction) your tweet went viral as you told Hook that you have an idea. Hook turned to you, motioning for you to continue. You smirked as Taz and Anna both leaned in.

—Time Skip: Wednesday, AEW Dynamite—

Granted, seeing Jack like this was horrible (given the circumstances) but what is worst is this promo he was doing. He was dissing the audience and Hook all in one breath. To you and Anna (who was standing right beside you), it was unnatural, as if he was paid or brainwashed into doing this. Since Sunday, Anna hasn’t talked to Jack like they normally do. She’s still in love with him but is just confused and angry about the fact that she is placed in the center of the feud.

You on the other hand was mad as hell. If your face didn’t show it, your Twitter page sure did. You and Jack had a quick yet heated exchange on Twitter, with your tweets going viral just like your initial reaction.

It was safe to say as of right now it was you had 1 point and Jack also had 1 point.

“I’m still banging the hottest bitch in this place!” Jack said, making the crowd gasp and slightly cheer.

You shrugged your shoulders, quickly glancing at Anna. “I mean-he ain’t wrong.” You said making Anna giggle. “I don’t know why he had to refer to you as bitch.”

“Right! When I get to him, he’s gonna wish that Hook killed him.” Anna said through her teeth. As if it was right on cue, Hook’s theme song hit the arena and Hook quickly shuffled past you and Anna. “It’s go time,” Anna whispered.

Hook ran down the ramp and slid into the ring, right after Jack slipped out of the ring and started to run around the arena through the crowd. Hook was right on his tail, as he was a D1 athlete. They both made their way backstage where you quickly got into position. You told Anna to stay out of the plan as you didn’t want to complicate things for her.

Jack ran backstage and started to knock things down to trip Hook, he turned around to see if it worked (and to no one’s surprise, it did not). When he turned back around to start running again, he was met with your boot as you gave him a bicycle kick out of nowhere. The audience cheered very loudly for you as Jack laid across the concrete. Hook looked at you before he started to stomp his ribs. With no hesitation you joined him, hitting Jack with elbows, forearms, and eventually a steel chair.

You were separated by security briefly before Hook went around and duplexed Jack through the snack table. You delivered the final blow by performing a spinning back kick to Jack’s face before throwing him into the car he was gonna make his getaway in. You slammed the door and gave Hook a fist bomb. The crowd cheered even louder as you two walked out of the frame.

You and Hook started to trend as people really liked you teaming up against Jack. Now, one can only hope that this really doesn’t conflict with your friendship with Anna.

But until that moment comes, the score is…

You- 2

Jack- 1

[ripleyswhore]

Masterlist

requests are very much open

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Rhea Ripley

Distractions

Nurse

Injured

Moving in

Aftercare

Damian priest

Age gap

Dominik Mysterio

Dad!dom headcannons

Jungle boy

Nighttime confessions

The Judgment Day

Anniversary

[zepskies]

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[sydsaint]

This duo>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Summary: The reader is forced to choose sides when her two best friends have a violent falling out.

"Hey, Y/N. Have you seen my boots anywhere?" Jack asks you from across the room.

"The brown ones?" You reply from the side of your hotel room bed. "Yeah, I stuffed them in your bag earlier." You inform him.

Jack looks down at the half-packed bag at his feet and moves a couple of things to the side. He spots his boots at the bottom of the bag and nods. "Oh, thanks." He thanks you. "You almost packed for the show? I promised Tyler that we'd meet him in the lobby in like five minutes."

"Yep, I'm ready to go." You zip up your bag with a grin.

Jack does one last check of his bag and the two of you head down to the hotel lobby. In the lobby, you spot Tyler first standing off to the side of the room in his usual hoodie and sweats. "Do you think he ever washes those?" You joke with Jack.

"Probably not, no." Jack laughs with you. "Hey, Tyler." He waves at his stoic new best friend.

"Hey." Tyler looks up from his phone. "Hey, Y/N." He adds and flashes you a friendly smile.

You smile back at Tyler and adjust your bag hanging from your shoulder. "Hey, Ty." You greet him. "You ready to head out? Because Jack has been climbing the walls all afternoon." You joke.

"Yep." Tyler chuckles and everyone files out to the rental car.

You and Tyler walk ahead of Jack and casually chat. Behind you, Jack can't help but notice that you and Tyler are shoulder to shoulder. Like two peas in a pod. A small twinge of jealousy forces Jack forward and between the two of you as casually as he can.

"Who's driving?" Jack asks to break the ice.

"I can drive." You suggest. "You've got that match with Sanada tonight Jack. So you should let either me or Tyler drive. It's the least we can do, right Tyler?" You nudge Tyler's shoulder playfully.

Tyler nods and eyes the keys you're twirling around in your hand. "I'll drive." He snatches the keys from you. "My dad taught me manners. And that means you never let your girl drive if she doesn't have to." He jokes.

"Oh, so I'm your girl now?" You giggle, just joking around with Tyler.

"In this scenario, yes," Tyler replies.

Jack huffs behind the two of you but doesn't say anything as you all make it out to the rental car. Everyone loads up their stuff and Tyler climbs into the driver's seat. You go for the passenger side, but Jack beats you.

"Nope, my turn to sit up front." Jack grins at you playfully.

"Fine." You fake a pout and climb into the back.

Everyone chats about work until you arrive at the arena. Everyone files inside and Tyler heads out to find his dad and check in. You walk back to the locker room with Jack and hang out with him for a bit.

"So, since when are you and Tyler so close?" Jack asks you casually while unpacking his bag.

"Hmm?" You look up from your phone. "Oh, I don't know." You shrug. "A couple of weeks, I guess. You know how Mr.Khan asked Taz and Excalibur to help me kind of hone my journalism and broadcasting skills lately?"

Jack nods, remembering you telling him about Khan wanting you to potentially be a broadcaster for the show in the future. "Yeah, I remember." He confirms.

"Well, I've been spending so much time around, Taz. Tyler and I just kind of started talking I guess. Plus now you two are like a team or whatever this is." You add.

"Right." Jack nods.

A bit later, Tyler heads back to the locker room and walks over to you. "Hey, Y/N. My dad wanted me to give this to you." He hands you a small vanilla folder.

"Okay." You furrow your brows as you take the folder from Tyler. "What is it?" You ask him.

"No clue." Tyler shrugs. "He just said that you should study it." He adds. "Knowing my dad, it's probably homework." He jokes.

You laugh and open the folder. "Oh, you are so right." You find a large stack of notes in the folder. "Man, leave it to Taz to assign me homework for a pay-per-view."

You and Tyler both laugh and Jack once again feels left out of the loop. He pushes his feelings down, however, and tries to focus on his upcoming match. He slips away to get changed while you and Tyler hang out.

When Jack comes back, you and Tyler are sitting as close as can be without you being in his lap. "Seriously, your dad can't work on his penmanship a little?" You complain to Tyler. "What does that even say?" You ask him.

Tyler chuckles at your struggle and points to the page sitting on your lap. He picks up a pen and corrects the page for you.

"You two are still going over those?" Jack walks over to you.

"Yeah." You nod. "Ty's dad writes like a total gremlin." You joke. "You look ready to go though, Jack. How are you feeling about tonight?"

Jack watches you push your work to the side for a bit. And he's glad that he's gotten your attention back for a bit.

"Here, I'll do a few more corrections for you, Y/N." Tyler takes the papers from you.

"Thanks, Ty." You smile at him and turn back to Jack.

You and Jack sit on the other side of the room and talk for a bit. You've been friends with Jack since both of you joined AEW at the same time. You've been with him through everything. Being in Jurassic Express. Letting Christian become his mentor. Being betrayed by Christian. Their fued. All of it. But lately, Jack can't help but feel like he's been losing you.

The time for Jack's match with Sanada comes up and you all head to the tunnel with him. You give Jack one last hug and an encouraging smile before he heads out with Tyler to back him up. You stay behind and try your best to study Taz's notes about how to properly analyze the action in the ring.

After a grueling match, Jack ends up losing to Sanada. You feel slightly bad for your best friend's loss. But it is Sanada that he's up against. So the loss isn't something that he should beat himself up, over. You watch Tyler help Jack up the ramp and over to the tunnel like the good friend he is, but then something shocking happens.

Seemingly out of nowhere, Jack reels away from Tyler and attacks him. Blindsided, Tyler hits the floor hard clutching the back of his head. You are on your feet in an instant and race through the tunnel.

"Jack! What the hell are you doing?" You come through the tunnel and race past Jack to check on Tyler.

"Really?" Jack snaps at you. "You go right for him? Don't even bother to acknowledge me?" He confronts you.

You kneel down next to Tyler but turn your head to face Jack. "What? Jack, you attacked him!" You remind him. "I'm sorry you lost your match, okay? But what did Tyler do?" You ask him.

"You like him more than me, don't you?" Jack confronts you. "Don't even try and lie to me, Y/N. I know it's true. Well, guess what HOOK, you can have her!" He sneers.

"Jack!" You get to your feet. "Come on, this isn't you! You're not this guy!"

Jack snickers and shakes his head at you. "I'm sick and tired of being a pushover, Y/N. Maybe Christian was right. Being the good guy never gets you anywhere."

Jack storms off and half expects you to follow after him. To try and convince him that he's wrong. To beg him not to go. But you turn around and go back to helping Tyler and Jack knows that he's right. You do love Tyler more than him.

"Tyler? Ty, are you okay?" You help Tyler to his feet.

Tyler rubs the back of his head and steadies himself on your arm. He shakes out his hair and composes himself before he grabs your arm gently. "I'm fine. Are you okay?" He asks you back. "He didn't try and grab you or anything did he?"

"No!" You insist. "Jack, he-He'd never do that to me. He's...he's a good guy." You try and reason with yourself.

"Not anymore, he's not," Tyler replies. "And he's gonna pay for this. For hitting me and for hurting you." He insists.

You head backstage with Tyler and go with him to get some ice for his head. While you're both in the trainer's room, Taz comes by to check on you both.

"Hey! You kids, alright?" Taz asks when he comes into the room. "That was a pretty nasty shot to the back of the head, son. And, Y/N. How are you holding up, kid?"

"We're fine, Dad," Tyler answers first. "It's not going to happen again. That's for sure." He absentmindedly grabs your hand.

Taz notices the gesture and nods. "She's a good choice." He jokes like you aren't right there. "Smart girl. And tough as well."

You laugh a little, feeling a bit better about the whole situation. Jack might be playing right into what Christian wanted for him. But you won't be so easily broken.

[daddyhausen]

Can you maybe do 21, 58 and 66 from the dialogue prompts (not the NSFW) for jack Perry and hook again, I really like the one you did for them before :)

Thank you :)

• merely a scratch — jungle boy + hook •

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{ masterlist } | { aew masterlist } | { hook masterlist } | { jungle boy masterlist }

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{ summary } — after a gruelling match against former friend ruby soho, jack and tyler go check up on you, the boys both worried for your safety after catching the sight of blood

{ warnings } — injury, blood

{ word count } — 354

{ pairing } — fem!reader x hook x jungle boy

{ genre } — fluff

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{ 21 } — "you're bleeding!"

{ 58 } —"you're insane!, "you love me though”

{ 66 } — "it's just a scratch, you worry too much"

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your head was spinning

mind in as a daze as the once fresh blood now congealed to your flesh

staining your forehead and cheeks in crimson streams

this new side of ruby was unlike no other

she was vicious, violent, not a shread of empathy left in your once former friend

as evident by the nasty gash just above your right eyebrow

consider your friendship no more after she slammed your head into the ring poll

the wound still oozing fresh blood

albeit not as much as before

just as you were unceremoniously dumped into the medical office

tyler and jack made their presence known

jack practically kicking the door off the hinges

“you’re bleeding!” his voice frantic, rushing over to you despite the doctor trying to stitch you back up

tyler followed soon after with his usual casual demeanour

eyes widening with worry as his gazed upon your bloody face

as soon as the doctor had finished the final stitch, jack cupped your face gingerly between his palm

treating you as if you were a porcelain doll he was afraid to break

tyler still remained silent

offering a small hand on your thigh for comfort

“it’s just a scratch, you worry too much”

“just a scratch?” tyler interjected.

“you got five stitches in your head, princess”

jack tightened his lips together at the sight, still a slight furrow of worry knitted in his brows

“eh, i’ve had worse”

tyler gave a small chuckle at your remark

placing a sweet kiss to your cheek, sitting beside you stop the makeshift examination table

an arm wrapped around your shoulder

all the while jack continued to stroke your cheeks gently

“you’re insane” jack mumbled under his breath

“you love me though” you eyed both of the boys momentarily

leaning into tyler’s shoulder with a soft sigh

“doc said i can’t wrestle for a couple of days. guess my boys are gonna have to take care of me”

jack rolled his eyes playfully, the soft honey-brown of his irises glimmering under the harsh light of the medical lamp

“you know we wouldn’t have it any other way, sweetheart”

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[lovethathookhausen730]

Synthetic Love

Part 4: Trouble in Paradise Part 2

Summery: Y/N now realizes that she can no longer trust Jack Perry....

Warning: slut shaming

Tags: @shawtys-things

Y/N's POV

The following morning came as I wake up next to Jack Perry with a hangover as I slowly got out of bed and put on my clean clothes and shoes and immediately and quickly walked out of Jack Perry's hotel room and quickly made my way towards Skye and Willow's hotel room as I opened the door and see Skye and Willow looking really pissed off at me I knew I was in trouble

"dude where the fuck were you last night?" Skye asked me as I looked at Willow then back at Skye as I cleared my throat

"I left with someone at the club cause I was drunk" I explained as Skye sighed deeply and Willow looked up at me

"you're in trouble y/n... Anna Jay found out about you and Jack Perry" Willow explains as my eyes went wide and I felt my stomach turn

"who's Anna Jay?" I asked very confused as Skye looked at me still pissed off as usual

"she's Jack Perry's girlfriend and you slept with him it's all over social media she even found the video it's on Twitter" Skye said as I immediately went on my phone and go to Twitter as I found the tagged video of me and Jack Perry having sex last night as I read Anna Jay's post and sink down onto the floor reading her post

annajay___: count your days bitch I'm coming for you

After watching the video I immediately scrolled through the comments and read some of the nastiest comments that made my stomach turn and my heart shattered even more

"ew what a complete slut"

"Tony Khan is now hiring sluts to fuck every male roster"

"Anna Jay deserves better"

"kick her ass Anna she fucking deserves it"

"not a fan of y/n anymore"

"Tony, fire that skank ass bitch"

I couldn't read the comments anymore as I begin to cry hard knowing I screwed up badly as Skye turns to look at Willow and walks out of the hotel room with her as I was now left alone crying and hurting as I hear my phone buzzing and I picked it up to see Jack Perry's message which made my blood boil

Jack P: I told Anna everything enjoy getting your ass kicked and embarrassed slut

I immediately threw my phone across the room in anger as I cried even more harder as I hear my phone buzzing again as I went to pick it up and read the message that was an unknown number

???: y/n don't ask who this is and how I got your number find me after Dynamite room 203

I began to question myself as to who could've sent this to me as I begin to hop into the shower and cleaned myself up and wipe off the makeup and put on my comfy clothes and a hoodie and waited till after dynamite to see who would want to see me I hope and pray it's not Anna Jay or Jack Perry....

[madhatterbri]

Heartbreaker | J.P.

Summary: You betray the man that helped you get a Championship.

Author's Note: Who wants angst on this fine Tuesday morning? I am thinking about him a lot bro. Let's bring on Full Gear.

"You look great with that gold on your shoulder but I think it looks better around you waist," Jack smiled while grabbing the belt from your arms. He placed the belt around you and clipped it. His hands lingered on your waist.

You turned to look at him. His brown eyes full of innocence and warmth. He trusted you. After he was betrayed so many times before he still opened his heart to you. He looked down at your lips and leaned in as if to kiss you. You turned away from him so he kissed your cheek.

"Jack, listen, i-I have something to tell you. Tonight Christian is going to-" you stopped once Christian's reflection appeared in the mirror. You two were no longer alone.

"He already told me. He believes in me. I'm going to go out there and win in front of you and my mom and sister," he smiled proudly. His mentor believing in him was one of the greatest achievements in his career. "Are you ready to go?"

You nodded and walked with him to the curtains.

The match was hard fought by Jack but he ended up losing. Despite your best efforts to hype him and the crowd up. You started a chant for his name and continuously pounded your fists against the mat. He was injured and it hindered him from winning.

"I still can't believe you won. Well of course I can because i helped train you," he smiled and patted the belt. You looked down suddenly feeling like it gained 20 pounds more.

"Do you trust me? You know i would never want you hurt, right?" You asked quickly. You spoke as fast as your heart was raving. Your heart pounded so loud you could barely hear him.

"What's wrong?"

Tarzan Boy blasted through the speakers of the arena. Jack looked at you apologetically as he walked out to the ramp. You followed behind him with a loud pop from the crowd. You high fived people as you walked down.

Once the match concluded, Christian walked to the mat looking like a concerned parent. Your eyes darted between the two men. You begged him not to do it. Christian waved his hand at you to motion for you to be quiet.

Jack limped towards the ropes as one of the AEW personnel tried to assist him. Christian patted Jungle Boy's chest to comfort him. False words of encouragement could be heard faintly. He placed his student's arm over his shoulder and assisted with his walking.

The personnel slid out of the ring first. He lowered the rope to give the injured wrestler more space. You sighed in relief. Maybe Christian would have a change of heart about the whole thing. All hopes of harmony were quickly dashed.

Christian grabbed Perry's hips and pulled him to the middle of the ring. He performed the Killswitch. You watched in horror as Jack laid motionless in the middle of the ring. The crowd went crazy as the betrayal unfolded before them. Christian grabbed his hair and started yelling at him.

He hovered over him like an animal would to their wounded prey. His eyes scanned the arena until they locked in on Jack's family. A cocky smile plastered on his face. Christian slipped out of the ring and grabbed two chairs.

Referees tried to interfere. When Christian moved to strike them they backed down. This left Jungle Boy to fend for himself. There was no stopping what was about to unfold.

The chairs were used to continue the assault. One chair was placed under Jack's head. Christian grabbed the other chair and stood tall and proud in the middle of the ring. You couldn't dare look at Jack's family or what happened next. You closed your eyes and covered your ears.

The sound of steel hitting steel made your stomach churn. You prayed all of this was finally over. You opened your eyes to see Christian rolling Jack over. He lounged on him as if he was just furniture.

Christian stood up and motioned for you to come in the ring. You shook your head not wanting any part in this. He snapped his fingers and pointed to the ground next to him.

You obeyed not wanting him to turn on you. Jack's body laid motionless. His chest slowly rising up and down to show he was at least breathing. He threw his leather jacket over Jack's face.

"Stand on his chest over his heart. You could have saved him. You did this," he blamed you. He was right. A part of this was your fault. You slowly followed his orders. Your white converse stood on his chest just above his heart. Christian grabbed your hand and raised it high.

For the first time in your career, the crowd booed you.

[thesupreme316]

This is most likely to be the weirdest things i’ve requested,

Picture,Being Hook’s twin or older sister. At the past Blood and Guts, Reader is at ringside with her brother during JB match. Then when Jack turns, she sides with Jack.

The following Wednesday, when Her and Jack are now teaming together, the promo goes on.

After Jack says

“I’m still young, I’m cashing fat checks and i’m still banging the hottest bitch in this place”

Clearing referencing to reader, then reader goes on saying something like how she should be the FTW champion since she’s older and has had more in-ring matches that follow FTW rules( I like to think that the FTW title can go to any gender), Then when hook goes to chase Jack, just after jack jumps over the barricade reader and Hook are standing toe-to-toe, allowing Jack to get away safely. 

I’ll leave the rest to you, Much love

YOU'RE FINEE

Had it Coming (Hook x Sis!Reader, Jack Perry x Fem!Reader):

Word Count: 1.3K

Supreme Speaks: hiii, thank you to @hookerforhook for the request (i miss your requests so much). I really enjoyed writing this one. If yall want more, you know what to do. please remember that you are loved and appreciated.

Warnings: none i think, is primarily angsty

Taglist: @hookerforhook @hooks-martin @triscillal @wwenhlimagines @cassie0sstuff @sheinthatfandom

Okay imma reference this post real quick in a way

You have been dating Jack for six months…so before he got into a tag team with your younger brother, Hook

Jack developed feelings for you after you decided to help him in his feud with Christian Cage (my sugar daddy)

You and Hook have the typical sibling relationship…you love him even when you fight sometimes

You’ve been through a lot together, shared a lot of interests, and you considered him to be your best friend

But right now you’re starting to tolerate him

And recently you started to grow a dislike for him

It’s not his personality or anything

It’s just the fact that even though you have won more championships, been wrestling longer, and literally helped trained the lil booger

He just managed to push you into his shadow from the crowd and your father

It pissed you off

Especially because it’s coming at the expense of you and Jack’s career

Your and Jack’s achievements started to get overlooked and Hook either hasn’t realized or he’s pretending it doesn’t exist

It’s been pissing you off

It’s been pissing Jack off

The constant comparisons, the forgetting his name, the fact people just seemed to forget about Jack

It’s just tiring

And it all leads to Jack turning on Hook at Blood and Guts

As well as you turning on your younger brother as well

Honestly, he had it coming.

That’s what you’re telling yourself.

For three days, that’s what you’ve been telling yourself.

It felt great turning your back on your brother. But, sometimes you couldn’t help but feel like there was a way to avoid all of this. As well as feeling like you’re in the middle between your brother and boyfriend. But the more that you thought about it, the more Jack would argue it’s what he deserved for pushing you away, for overshadowing you, for not thanking you, for forgetting about you, and most importantly allowing the crowd to look over you.

You deserve better. You deserve more.

Especially after how he made you and your boyfriend feel.

This leads to today, Wednesday, you and Jack were talking to the crowd about your actions. Before you could even get a word out, they started to boo you, loudly. At first, you felt small, like an ant. But the more they booed, the angrier you got and the more you tuned them out. They didn’t understand you, they couldn’t understand you. They didn’t know how you felt, yet you were portrayed as the villain.

Jack’s booming voice brought you out of thought, “I’m still young. I’m still cashing fat checks, and I am still banging the hottest bitch in this entire place.” He said making the crowd applaud as you smiled with a blush appearing on your cheeks. He leaned over a kissed your head. “Now, did we turn on Hook or did everyone turn on us? After all, we’ve done, after everything that we have given to this place and being robbed out of championships, do you expect some entitled, second-generation little prick to dangle his unofficial championship in our faces? A championship that is just like you Hook, a fraud. Unlike your authentic, legitimate, charming, and hot sister.”

Jack gently gave you the mic as the mix of applause and boos poured in. You rolled your eyes at the crowd as you began to talk, “And come to think of it, I should be the FTW champion.” The crowd booed at your statement. “Think about it! I have more in-ring experience, I’ve actually had FTW championship-worthy matches, and I was at one point your role model, little brother. The only reason why I haven’t challenged you is because Dad is protecting your ass. Cause he knows, that in one match I would take your championship, break your bones, and break your heart.”

“As far as I’m concerned, I am the uncrowned FTW Champion. It’s only a matter of time until I get my hands on it and make you pay for all the pain I’ve endured cause I’m the victim here, not you! But soon you will be once I send you to the ICU.” You continued, making the crowd gasp and clap at your words.

You gave the mic back to Jack, “And just for the record, we can hear you all very clearly. You all telling us that we messed up, that Hook’s gonna kill us. Hook, let me tell you something right now, when I get my hands on you, I am going to beat-“

He was cut off by Hook’s theme, making you roll your eyes and Jack’s color drain from his face as your brother emerged from the black stage. You could see his angry face from a mile away, his eyes were filled with rage. As he ran to the ring, Jack slid out of the ring, jumping over the barricade.

Hook slid into the ring to come face-to-face with you, making the crowd stand up in suspense. His eyes kind of softened as he gazed into yours; you could see his eyes go from angry to hurt. He didn’t understand why everything had to escalate to this point. He moved to continue chasing Jack, but you moved in the same direction; shaking your head at him.

You gave your younger brother a dropkick that stunned him. He just laid in the ring. He wasn’t going to get up to fight you, you knew that, he would never fight you, not even when y’all were kids, he never fought you. Maybe it was the respect and love he held for you…or it was fear. Whatever it was, it allowed you to do your finishing move before going to the back.

He deserved it.

Grabbing your bags, you walked to the parking garage, looking for Jack. Then, a voice called out to you.

“That was some show you put on, Princess.” You looked in the direction of the voice, shocked at who it belonged to. You slightly groaned at the person as they exited their vehicle.

“Christian, what do you want?”

“A conversation.” He said with a smile, walking closer to you with Luchasuarus behind him. “Maybe, a little more if I can convince you of it. Where’s your lover boy?”

You know that you’re not supposed to be talking to your boyfriend’s former mentor, but his tone and the conversation thus far intrigued you. “He’s on his way.” You said with confidence.

“No, he’s not princess. He’s long gone, jumped into his truck, and drove off without any stops.” Christian said with a mocking sad face. “That’s no way to treat someone, especially one person that he claims to love.”

“He does love me-“

“Why isn’t he here then?” You were quiet in response, not sure of what to say. “Y/N, you deserve better in multiple ways. I’ll cut straight to the chase. I have a proposition for you, a very beneficial proposition for both of us. But I don’t wanna conduct business with a pretty lady in a dirty garage. Let me, I mean us, take you to your hotel or somewhere to eat, and we can talk.”

Your brain was in the middle as you knew that anything with Christian Cage was bad news. And you don’t wanna disrespect Jack.

But then again, your boyfriend wasn’t around to take you back to your hotel room, you guys really had no plans after turning on Hook besides trying to take his championship (but you didn’t know how really), and you were hungry. Also, there’s no doubt that your brother was hunting you down so the two of you could talk, so you needed to leave now. Technically, it was a winning situation for you.

There was no harm in talking, right?

“Fine Cage, but no funny business.” You said. Christian smiled before telling Luchasuarus to get your bags, which he put in the trunk. Christian opened the door for you and helped you into the truck.

And if there is harm, it’ll catch up to you tomorrow.

[princenana]

ngl heel jungle boy has the potential to be so special to me but i fear the execution will not deliver

[heartsoulspiritelite]

Hook x Jungle boy

Warnings: Smut (blowjob and shi) idk its not very good but i should prob warn yall :0

Summary-

Hook was confused as hell. His bestfrie- no, former tag partner just left him. Just like that their history is all gone. Their friendship is ruined. What. the. actual. fuck. And to top it all off he lost his title. The only thing that proved he was something even though the stupid belt was worthless. Hook went to confront the man and lets just say their friends again ;) hehe

Why can you just tell me the truth?

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Hook was confused as hell. His bestfrie- no, former tag partner just left him. Just like that their history is all gone. Their friendship is ruined. What. the. actual. fuck. He told Jack things, things he had never told anyone. He trusted Perry with a lot of things . He knew he shouldn't have opened up. This shit always happens to him, he can never catch a break.

and to top it all off he lost his title. The only thing that proved he was something even though the stupid belt was worthless. He always  carried around his dad's history, his legacy and now all of a sudden the title is Jacks. Jack never ever took an interest in the belt so why the hell would he want it?

Hook wasn't scheduled for rampage or dynamite. So like anyone would obviously do he was going to stay home and sulk. Until he thought of Jack flaunting HIS title around acting like the baddest bitch in the place. That wasn't going to slide with Hook so of course he showed up anyways.

Walking into the building sucked. All the sympathy stares, he ignored all the looks and went to find Jungle b- Jack Perrys locker room. All he wants is answers. He is not letting Jack run from this. He deserves a god damn explanation.

Mid way to his journey to the locker room he saw a vending machine selling all kinds of chips so he took short stop and stuffed the two bags of chips into his hoodie pocket for later there and continued his journey.

He found his targets lockeroom and busted the door open.

Jack turned around from unpacking things looking surprised.

"What the fu-" Jack started

"Shut up Jack you dont get to talk like that. The only words you can say to me are the words explaining what the fuck is going on" He slightly yelled

Jack froze slightly when he realized Hook was blocking the exit so he couldnt leave.

"i dont owe you shit. I never wanted to be your friend. Now fucking move before i punch you."

"Oh im so scared Jack. Why cant you just tell me the truth. Ive told you things. Now your gonna blackmail me and act like we weren't friends? Was it a lie the whole time?. you were my only friend- my bestfriend." His voice nearly cracking and faultering at the end of his sentance

"I trusted you Jack! You know i have troubles doing that. Why the hell do even want that belt you could've just asked me" He continued, his voice getting stronger

"Listen could you just move so i can leave" Jack pleaded

Hook glared at him and kept staring him in the eye until Jack gave up and all the fight left his body

He saw Jack look at his lips then looked him up and down while his eyes started watering while backed up to sit on the bench behind him.

Hook froze once realized.. It was never about the belt...

"Listen im sorry okay.. please stop" Jack whispered desperately staring Hook in the eyes

Hook slowly walked over until he was infront of Jack, Towering over him he whispered

"Thats what this is all about?"

He should've known all the lingering touches and stares. He felt the same about the other man but he would never dare to open his mouth and say anything.

Jacks eyes widened and he quickly looked away avoiding Hook's eyes.

"No" He denied still avoiding Hook's stare

He was getting really nervous, Hook could tell.

Hook bent down lightly and grabbed Jack's chin forcing the man to look up at him and kissed him.

Jack was shocked but quickly kissed back grabbing at Hook's hair.

Hook fell into Jack's lap and straddled him. They continued to make out until Jack started kissing the younger mans neck while he grinded down on his lap making both men moan.

The older man lifted hook up carried him to the wall and pinned him against it making Hook gasp.

"Always had a feeling you secretly a bottom" He whispered in his eye mockingly

"Shut up" He whined slightly while blushing

They started to make out again while touching each others bodies all over desperately making up for all the missed time. They removed eachothers shirt/hoodie and threw them to god knows where.

Jack started kissing down Hooks torso until he reached the top of his pants smirking at the outline of his hardened cock. He looked up for permission while dropping down onto his knees. Seeing Hook all blissed out made his own cock harden even more. The man above him nodded and started whining when Jack was taking too long.

"Please.. Jack Please.. i've waited so long" He practically begged while his hips jerked foward involantarily.

"Okay, okay" He chuckled

He slowly removed his pants until the reached his ankles then he brought his hand up and started palming Hooks clothed covered cock.

"You like that darling?"

Hook nodded fast

He removed his hand from his Hooks dick and looked up at him.

"Words, love"

"Yes. I love it. Fuck- yes please Jack keep going" He yelled frusterated while grabbing at Jack's hair

Jack quickly pulled down Hook's underwear making the man hiss slightly.

He rubbed his hand up and down his dick a couple times before he licked a line down from the top off his balls to his tip making the man above him whimper and shiver.

He took his dick into his mouth and licked around it and swallowed him down.

He then hollowed out his mouth and started bobbing his head while staring up at him making Hook a complete mess. Moaning and gasping, making his cock harden more by the second.

"Jack oh my god" Hook Cried

Hook grabbed at Jacks at head and started pushing him down forcibly making Jack choke slightly.

Jack grabbed at his ass and squeezed his and kneaded it, lightly smacking it, making Hook blush more which almost seemed impossible.

Hook was coming closer to his release, Jack could tell and started bobbing his head faster down half his dick while jerking off the other half at the same pace.

Hook practically screamed out in pleasure and came down jacks throat.

Jack swallowed down every drop and pulled off shocked, not because of Hook coming down his throat. He's just shocked because of the reactions he got from the man.

Hook got shy all of sudden and wouldn't meet Jack's eyes once he rose back onto his feet.

"All shy now huh?"

"i-i" He was speechless so he did the only thing that seemed right in the moment and flipped them around and pulled Jacks pants and underwear down releasing his worked up dick causing jack to moan.

He started sucking on Jack's dick immediately grasping at his ass.

jack didn't last long since he was so worked up. Hook pulled off before Jack came and finished jerking him off so he would come all over his face making Jack look down at him shocked while becoming more flushed by the second.

both were breathing heavy just staring at one another until Hook rose onto his feet and wiped the cum of of his face and put into his mouth and sucked on his finger, while staring into jack's eyes.

Once he finished all he could do was hug the naked man. They squeezed each other hard and trembled.

"What do we do now?" Hook whispered

"I dont know but im so sorry for hurting you i just didn't know what else to do" He apolagized

"Its alright, dont worry"

Both men got into the shower and then got dressed, When they arrived at Jack's hotel the two of them cuddled each other until the next morning when they could talk about where they stand with one another, But for now the two are just gonna sleep all their worries away knowing that they have each other again.

~Cross-posted on wattpad & ao3~