#kenny omega angst | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

glitchaxolol · 7 months ago

Note

EVERYONE, STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING AND READ! THIS IS FUCKIN AMAZING!!!

can i request, Lightly kissing on top of a freshly formed bruise, for hangmega?

Talk to me (talk to me, talk to me)

Wordcount: 4771 words Ship: Hangkenny Triggers: self harm, Negative self talk, Implied/refrenced alcoholism, blood, implied/refrenced past relationship, panic attacks, throwing up/puking READ ON AO3

Adam really isn't sure if it's his blood that he can taste dripping down from his lips as he lays in the middle of the ring, breathing heavily and swallowing the heat from the lights as his lips part. He swallows, thick and heavy and he follows the feeling of the blood twisting its way between the gap in his teeth. On his knees, he spits at Kenny's feet, watching how the lights glitter in the small spreading pool of redness.

The lights burn when they catch Adam's eyes, filtering through a tangled mess of hair like sun peaking through the gaps of trees; he breathes, hands on his knees as Kenny's fingers knot between his matted curls. He gasps and the crowd follows suit, gazing at him as Kenny drags Adam to his feet, leaning against the ropes. He feels the side of Kenny's hand jab between his chest and it feels like Kenny is trying to dig through the fat on his chest to dig blunt nails into Adam's ribs. Pain skates from the splitting skin and Adam almost finds it ironic in a way, Kenny; a God in the eyes of many, a burning star in the eyes one, trying to carve himself anew from the bones of someone he reduced to ashes a long time ago.

Adam ignores the biblical aspect of the moment to soak in the pain, letting it twist like veins over a gravestone as he gazes up at Kenny as he knees and chops, all frantic and unprepared and as he sinks his teeth the curve of Adam's forehead, he thinks about how rabid coyotes fight because they know they're dying. He growls through the pain, hands digging into Kenny's shoulders and he shoves, harder than what he meant too because Kenny goes tumbling through the heavy air, arms reaching upwards towards nothing until he crashes against the floor outside with a thud that makes Adam flinch inward. The crowd, faceless and painfully quiet stare in nervous excitement as Kenny screws his face up, hand grabbing at his shoulder.

Adam knows it's his time, that he could get an upper hand. He shakes his head, letting the guilt sink down his throat as he climbs the ropes, feet in perfect timing with Kenny and Adam falls after Kenny, not looking to see if he'll catch him. He lands on Kenny; stomachs pressed together, knees colliding into the side of Kenny's chest and Adam ignores how familiar it must feel for Kenny; to have someone he once loved fall through the sky, giving him everything apart from the gentleness that he has been so starved of. Adam shoves his hair out his eyes and grins, breathes through the pain like a panic attack and his feet shift, unsteady but focused.

The wood of the table is cold under his fingertips, the metal creaks just a little as Adam pulls the legs up feels the satisfying pop in his hands and he turns the table, looking over his shoulder to glare at Kenny; on his knees blinking up at Adam almost, like for once, Adam is worthy of being looked at. He breathes in the taste of sweat and copper, drags his fingers carefully across the end of the table and he walks back to Kenny, he stares at him, breathing through his teeth as he hurls him up onto his shoulders, legs dangling either side of his shoulders and Adam pretends that the red on his face is from the heat of the lights, and not the burning of memories floating through his head like a steady stream.

The table folds around Kenny like bones, sharp edges press into his shoulders drawing blood from his back and Adam spits blood at his feet again, finally the angel has fallen; man-made wings lay discarded, no longer a part of his body. Kenny winces again and opens his eyes slowly, eyelashes gluing together until the last moment when blue eyes, dark and unfocused glare up at Adam, tracing the twitching muscles in his back as he climbs back into the ring.

There's something almost sick about the way that Adam stares down at Kenny, tongue pressed deep into the corner of his lips. He thinks about his next move, about the aching in his chest and the pain that tangles itself around the base of his spine like a vine. He squeezes his hands tight, locks his fingers between one another and squeezes as hard as he can and the pain almost feels like praying, that the ache is something holy just under Adam's skin; his sweat holy water that bathes him in a sinful desire of hurt, of aching, of meaning.

Kenny crawls back into the ring, barely beating the ten count and Adam feels his heart flip in his chest, the sound of heartstrings pinging back into place like guitar strings finally tightened back into place. Kenny's fingertips grace across Adam's ankle and it almost burns. Almost.

He gathers Kenny onto his knees and then onto his feet, before settling him on his shoulders again but Kenny swats and drags blunt nails across the curve of Adams eyes and the sting is enough for Adam to lose his grip and he feels Kenny lift him onto his shoulders and drive him onto the mat, and there's a few seconds where Adam wonders if Kenny is seeing him as someone else. He digs at Kenny's thighs and he feels his legs shift off his shoulders and as Kenny breathes, wiping sweat from his eyes, Adam knows that for a few seconds he morphed into a ghost that still has Kenny's heart firmly between its fingers.

He watches how Kenny wobbles on his feet, mouth open as he tries to gasp in the chill in the air and Adam knows he could win, that all it takes is just to hit Kenny once more but something settles in his stomach like a stone and it drags his tummy down until it sits at the base of his boots, He wanders slowly towards the apron and stands there watching how Kenny paces, swinging his fists like hes trying to find someone that isn't there anymore; he bares his teeth and throws a punch into the air that Adam almost wonders if it was really meant for him. He shakes his head, eyes catching the flash of fabric down the apron and fear crawls slowly up his spine.

The Bucks stare at him and he stares back, nervousness crossing his face. Matt leans against Nick, hand digging into the corner of his patterned shirt almost like his baby brother is holding him up, holding him together and Adam feels ember of anger flicker just under his tongue; he wants to scream that this doesn't concern Matt or Nick, that this isn't their fight to win. They lost Adam long before Kenny believed they did and now isn't the time for reconciliation but he stays silent and stares, hands gripping at the ropes.

Matt looks at Nick and it's enough of a conversation for them to part, separating themselves like birds being thrown from the nest. Nick stumbles over to Adam's side, cautiously and Adam can only focus on the sound of his breathing and the scratching of Nick's sneakers across the stained padded canvas that hover below Adam; a dark abyss of safety that Adam questions just if Nick will force him to see.

He feels Nick's nails itch against the canvas, gathering flood under the chipped corners and Adam feels the embers sizzle on his tongue, extinguished by the kindness and apology that glows in the blue of Nick's eyes. They squint just a little in the corner under the bright lights and Adam feels his lips split apart in the attempt to do anything other than gasp in tired breaths as he stares at Nick, feet soldered to the metal bar under the thin apron.

Nick smiles, it's small and fleeting and raw; it's meant only for Adam and as he glances over his shoulder at the World title sitting so perfectly behind Don's shoulder, everything makes sense. Kenny wobbles hopelessly in the ring while Matt stares, brown eyes filled with emotions. It hurts Adam just enough to shift his eyes back to Nick, who nods.

It's such a simple action, muscles tensing and relaxing in Nick's neck but its enough to start a fire under Adam's feet and he leaps over the top rope, letting his arm collide with Kenny's throat. "Stay!" Adam gasps into the gap between Kenny's head and the ring canvas, quiet enough that it feels like a prayer; something holy for the fallen angel and the man cursed from the day he was born.

Kenny doesn't answer Adam's prayer, he twists his shoulder weakly over to the side and Adam stares into the lights for what feels like forever, teeth gnashing and sneering at the bright lights until Don's reflection leans over him and blocks out the light and Adam feels himself snap.

Something comes back, hatred or secondhand fear and Adam feels it chill like a second skin over his arms. He slams split fists square into Don's jaw and the scream that he emits as he tumbles onto the floor feels heavenly, Adam gasps and heaves out a tired chuckle as his body starts to cramp.

He's running out of oxygen, his body breaks down its fat as Adam stares at Matt, and he nods, eyes flooded with begging. And it's enough. Kenny doesn't kick out of Adam's second lariat. He simply lays there; broken and free. The crowd erupts around them and Adam presses his forehead against Kenny's shoulder, rubbing the embers of blood across his tacky skin. "Thank you.." Adam whispers, feeling Kenny's fingers dig into the fat of his hip and as someone taps the curve of Adam's shoulder blade, he rocks back onto his knees and breathes out a sob.

The title still has Kenny's name on it when Adam gets back to his hotel room long after the match has finished. The Dark Order have long since gone back to their own rooms, smiling as Adam promises that he'll sleep soon. He tries but something still burns under his skin, making his very veins melt under his aching muscles. He prods at the bruises that builds on his shoulder, presses the curve of his blunt nails in the fresh stitches on his chin, pokes at the slice through his eyebrow and the pain only adds to the stinging; Adam feels his arteries melt, blood drizzling slowly over his muscles, carving them down like a waterfall cascading over rocks. His chest heaves with the lack of oxygen and Adam rocks forwards, pressing his head between his temples hard enough that they pulse between his fingers, faster and faster until Adam is trying to claw them out from the sides of his head; yanking at frizzing blond curls just to feel anything.

He feels almost guilty for how his hands tremble; he should feel happy. He won. He's going home, there should be so much joy that floods his sleep deprived mind but as he stares, following the curve of the gold, the sweat stains on the leather, he feels like nothing more than a failure. His tongue feels heavy in his mouth, like it's swollen and pressing against the back of his teeth and he gasps around the blockage, choking on the shaking inhale and gagging on the rushing exhale.

The panic rushes and then stills and Adam slumps back against the hotel pillows, gasping for air like he's just cum but there's nothing ecstatic about the tears on his face or the skin that has gathered under his nails. There's nothing orgasmic about being a failure. As he curls up on his side, Adam keeps the world title in the corner of his eyeline almost if he stares hard enough, Kenny will appear under the fleeting moonlight; all rippling muscles and gentle lips. Just behind Adam's eyelids, Kenny reaches down and gently cups his cheeks.

"Cmon cowboy, you think this is champ behavior?" He asks, voice buttery smooth and thick and Adam hiccups in a breath, tilting his head against Kenny's cold fingertips. He blinks down at Adam as he tucks himself closer around his trembling frame, pawing at the stubble on his cheek before one hand floats almost instinctively to the title, stroking his fingers across the nameplate. "You worked hard to get this but it's mine. You know that right?"

"I know.." Adam answers before he realizes that he's talking, his voice feels feather light and the words stick to his accent like honey; gluing them to the back of his throat and Adam coughs a little and flutters his eyelashes open and Kenny disappears behind a storm cloud. "I know." Adam replies again using the back of his hand to wipe away the tears that gather just under his eyes.

He sits up almost too quickly, pressing bare feet against the carpeted floor as the room spins, tilting and blurring and Adam hates that feeling is caused by a lack of oxygen and not from drinking.

He should order himself another bottle, he thinks as he wobbles his way to the connected bathroom, feet unsteady and aching almost like the weight of his body is too much to carry the short distance. His shoulder collides with the pristine styles and Adam winces just a little as his body finally betrays him and he kneels, arms wrapped tightly around the toilet as he throws up, it trickles down his nose and there's almost a comfort in the acidic taste that stains the back of his teeth, he spits the last of the bile out of his mouth and shuffles his way like a child towards the shower.

He doesn't even wait for the water to warm up before he curls up under it. The cold nips and bites at the back of his neck and Adam picks at the bile stuck in the ends of his curls, pretending that he doesn't crave the stinging that comes with yanking on his hair until strands tumble and wash away under the water. Tears and lukewarm water settle on his eyelashes, staining them a dark brown and Adam blinks away the sting, kicking his legs out pathetically in front of him.

His fingers find fresh, halfmoon shaped scars on his temples and he traces the shape with his nails until his hair is stained a light pink and red paints its way across the back of his neck, over his shuddering chest until it gathers across the fat of his hips where finally it seems to stop, mixing with hard water and staining the floor below him. The throbbing in his head isn't enough to crave the voice that echoes louder and louder in the back of his head.

"Please just leave me alone!" Adam yells, almost sobbing into the palms of his hands. His legs trembles and as the overhead light flickers off, Adam sits and sobs silently to himself, using the moonlight and a broken disposable razor to carve across the fat of his hips like meat; fileting himself alive for the next person who wishes to dig their teeth into him, the next person who wants to lick his very existence off their tongue as he pants, hands eager behind them. The voice echoes and screams and as Adam's eyes blur and the light flickers back on, it overflows leaving Adam pathetic and empty and alone.

He doesn't look at the title when he shuffles his way back into his hotel room; he shoves his stinging aching frame into a faded pair of sweatpants and pulls a hoodie on quickly, pulling the sleeves over his stained hands. A cloud cuts past the moon slowly and it catches the title like a spotlight and Adam looks over his shoulder at it. He simply stares, hoping that if he just looked hard enough it would disappear and Adam could go back to having something to fight for but the moon doesnt move off the shimmering gold and Adam's hands tense at his side, emptiness flooding over towards anger until he can't feel anything over than the anger, the jealousy that pulses through his torn veins painting his skin in reds and greens and Adam scoffs.

The title is lukewarm between his shaking, blood-stained fingers and Adam drags his fingers across the chilled metal watching how the darkness of his blood captures the lightness of the moon and he chuckles, a little dryly and a little unhappily as he thinks about just how much Kenny loves a star that's still so far out of his reach, how he burns himself alive just so someone else can adore the flames from afar.

Adam hates just how much Kenny Omega has blinded him. How the shimmer of gold barely stained him enough, that somehow he was never enough for Kenny. He growls, lips curled and teeth glinting like knives under the lowering moon as he tosses the title into the bottom of his duffle bag, kicking it until the zipper presses against the wall. He breathes heavy, tests the balance back on his feet and stares down at the floor, the bend of his shoulder aches and Adam barely registers the the stain on his hoodie sleeve until he's clinging to his phone moments later, waiting for room service to leave a bottle of whiskey on his doorstep.

The doorbell goes and by the time Adam can muster up the energy to open the door, the bottle sits discarded on a small silver tray where the glasses, still dishwasher warm, sit upturned and untouched at his feet like an offering at an altar. He sighs and wraps his fingers around the neck of the bottle and closes the door. Adam isn't a God, he's barely a fallen angel. He's just a man, carrying the curse of being human.

The bottle knocks against the bedside table and the cap cracks between Adam's fingers and he lets it drop and roll on the floor. He follows the cap as it twists, clattering against the carpet as it rolls under the bed. The whiskey burns the fresh wound on his lip but Adam just swallows it down, head tilted back towards the stars blinking down at him, his phone buzzes in front of him and Adam wipes his mouth with the back of his hand as he taps against his phone case before tossing the phone over.

The screen flashes with a text from Uno and Adam feels his stomach twist just a little. He promised that he would call if something happened, if for some reason his brain betrayed him and Adam was sitting alone in his hotel room with just an already half-empty bottle of whiskey as a friend. He sighs and swipes the text away, the phone blinks up at him and Adam listens to the phone ring on the other end.

"Huh?" The voice on the other side sounds tired and dry with sleep and Adam stiffles an apologetic smile as he knocks the bottom of the bottle against the hardwood of the table; whiskey splashes and curls its way up up the glass and Adam swears under his breath as it collects, dark and brown on the bedside table, soaking deep into the cracks in the wood. "Adam?" The voice calls, crackling from the phone, still sat cupped between his fingers.

He raises it to the side of his face, simply listening to the sound of another person breathing on the end of the line as tears press against the back of his eyes. "My..my ma said never to cry over spilt milk..." He starts, testing his voice before it cracks and all Adam can whisper out is "help" before the person on the other end of the line sighs.

"I'm coming cowboy..." The line dies and Adam watches as his lock screen stares back at him and then darkness reflects his tired face back at him, Adam searches the eyes that glare back at him and he wonders what people see in him when they cheer for him; he's all sunken, tired eyes and when he smiles, his teeth are crooked and alcohol stained.

By the time there's a knock at the door, Adam had finished the bottle. He rolls it between sweaty fingers and presses his palms against the glass before tossing it to the side as he stands, foggy eyes focused on the door in front of him; he's a captain on a sinking ship, going down into the drink with the only thing he'll ever care about. People won't remember him as a champion, just as that tired drunken wrestler.

A failed art project, tossed aside instead of shown proudly on the fridge, a dog too angry and scared to let anyone brush out the mats from his fur. He wraps his fingers around the door handle and sways, just a little. Below his bare feet the floor shifts and Adam follows with it, widening his stance as he licks to the distracting click of the door opening.

Kenny blinks at him sleepily from the hotel hallway; hair lazily dragged into a ponytail and a bruise swelling on his cheek. Adam searches the blueness and gasps in his last breath as he drowns. "Why are you here?" He asks, voice sounding tougher and meaner than what he meant it to.

Kenny sighs, glances over Adam's shoulder. "You wanted help." He blinks and his eyes are back on Adam, light eyebrows pinching up and lips creasing in a way that Adam used to love but now he just envies the fact that Kenny's lips aren't tainted with cuts.

"Not from you." Adam says, instead of focusing on the churning in his stomach. He turns his back on Kenny. He tries his best, he really does to walk in a straight line but his feet betray him, Adam stumbles forward and there's a new weight around his stomach and his heart calls for the comfort in the familiarity. "I'm not a kid, I can walk by myself." He grumbles, succumbing to the desire to touch Kenny.

The door slams behind them, lock clicking back into place and Adam feels Kenny's chest flinch under the palm of his hand as he shoves him away. Kenny throws his hands up, defeated. "You've been drinking."

"I've been celebratin" Adam corrects, slumping onto the bed and raising the empty bottle by its neck, it dances through the moonlight and Adam slumps back on the bed, chuckling dryly. "I beat the great Kenny Omega." He rolls his eyes, looking at Kenny who leans against the wall, staring at Adam like he's some kind of wounded animal. Adam scoffs at his own brain and runs his fingers through his hair, if he stares at Kenny any longer he'll feel the bullet slice through the throbbing at the back of his head.

"Yeah you won." Kenny says, and there's something akin to freedom that undercuts the look on Kenny's face. "You're the champ now." Kenny's nose wrinkles, eyes cutting to the floor. He stares into Adam's gym bag and frowns. "What's in the bottle?”

"What do you think?" Adam scoffs, slumping against the headboard, knees pressed against his chest, frowning when Kenny sighs. "If ya just gonna stand there starin at me, just leave yeah?" He slips from the pillows and curls around himself, his back to Kenny.

The mattress dips and Adam swallows the whimper that bubbles past his throat when he feels Kenny's fingers press gently into the side of his hip. It hurts and Adam shifts slightly, pressing his face deeper into the pillow. "I' proud of you.." Kenny whispers and Adam can't help the shuddering scoff that shakes past his lips, he just lets it tumble into the pillow as he rubs his face against the itchy pillow case.

"The last time ya said that, you got Callis to drive a camera into m'head." Adam grumbles, hand reaching up to run across the raised scar that sits hidden between thick blond curls. "You gonna do that again?"

"Do you see a camera?" Kenny asks, using his free hand to gesture around the small room. Adam knows what he's doing, he's trying to force novelty and comedy into the thick air around the two of them but when Kenny meets Adam's eyes, there's nothing but a sadness that floats past them between them. "Sorry..."

"Why are you apologisin for?" Adam sits up slowly, turning his arms inwards when Kenny moves with him. "You didn't do nothing but lose."

Kenny forces a half grimace, almost half smile onto his face and looks out the window, at the clouds that roll darker than before through the night sky. "It's gonna rain." He answers, ignoring Adam's question. He sighs "Why did you call me?" He asks once the clouds break and rain starts decorating the window.

"Who knows me better than you huh?" Adam shrugs, laying flat on the bed as he stares up at Kenny, head tilting into the pillows. "Afterall you made this place for me." Adam copies Kenny's earlier gesture and scoffs, dropping the back of his hand against Kenny's knee. "So where are you fucking off too after all this?"

"Where do you think?" Kenny drops his eyes from the rain and stares down at Adam's twitching fingers and scuffed palm. "I gotta go home. Rebuild, get better."

Adam just nods, sighing. "Yeah." He's careful to move his hand off Kenny's lap, letting his fingernails catch just a little of the faded fabric of Kenny's shorts before he rubs his face down with his palm. "Home." He rolls it around his mouth for a few moments before shaking his head and sitting up with a groan. "I need another drink." Adam grumbles, padding around the tousled comforter.

Kenny sits up, kneeling against the mattress and stares, eyebrows creased together and lips pressed together into a thin line. Adam glances at him over his shoulder. "What?" He snaps, dropping down to his knees. "You gotta act all high and mighty again over this? Like youre so fucking great Kenny!" Adam snaps, the words tumble out his mouth quickly and once they start melting against his lips he can't stop them.

"Why do you always think you're better than people? You're not better than me or-or anyone!" Lightning slices through Adam's rant and he scoffs, raising his arms in annoyance as Kenny just stares back silently. "Stop looking at me like that!" He snaps, hands balling into fists to slam against the mattress between them.

"Like what?" Kenny whispers, voice exhaled out alongside a heavy sigh.

"Like you're better than me! Like I'm something broken!”

"What's on your arm?" Kenny asks instead of justifying Adam's yelling. The air around the two of them stills; thick and heavy against their lungs as the two of them just breathes. Adam's bottom lip quivers, voice tangling around his throat like a thornbush. "You've started again haven't you..." Kenny says and his voice is so filled with comfort that something shatters inside Adam; he stares at Kenny while his eyes blurry and by the time he coughs out an apology, Kenny has his arms wrapped around his shoulders, lips pressing against the curve of his head.

"Is that why you called me?" Kenny whispers, tightening his grip as Adam sobs, trying to swallow his own tears. "Hey c'mon cowboy its okay, its okay let me help you."

"O..Okay" Adam whispers, letting Kenny hold him. "I'm sorry. Ya must think I suck" Adam lets out a dry chuckle and flinches when Kenny's fingers ghost over the stubble on his cheek, brushing just under his nose to wipe the snot away with his shirt.

"Never." Kenny whispers. His hands are almost too gentle for Adam to get used to, rough calloused fingers dance across the strings of his hoodie, over the exposed torn skin on his arms as he rolls up Adam's sleeves and pulls down the hem of his sweatpants. Kenny even lets Adam press his face into the crook of his neck as he washes dry blood away.

Minutes feel like hours as Kenny smoothes bandaids and kisses across forming bruises and torn skin and when he's finished, Adam blinks sadly at him and Kenny just smiles, so kindly that Adam almost breaks all over again. "Can you stay?"

"Always."

✦•······················•✦•······················•✦

TAGGING:

@smallestsnarkestgirl @skyqueen3 @josiewrites @itsnoosetome @jacedoe

@golden-disaster @sincyrlee @glitchaxolol @daddywrasslin @bikenny

@katries @thegizardofmars @motorcitygem @miru-has-thoughts @powderflower

@miserablecreachur @afterdarkprincess @mobiblackout @pinksuperkliq @harvey-dent

#i love this #read this #screaming crying throwing myself against a wall #hangkenny #hangmega #hangman page #kenny omega #wrestling #aew #aew wrestling #all elite wrestling #hangman adam page #hangman angst #adam page #kenny omega fanfiction #kenny omega fanfic #hangman fanfiction #the best bout machine #best bout machine

41 notes · View notes

im-just-a-mississippi-girl · 3 months ago

Text

Friends or More?

Pairing: Colten Gunn x female!reader

Category: Angst/Fluff

Word count: 1,467

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

Warnings: None

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

Masterlist

Taglist

Gif is not mine. Credit to owner

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

You were on the verge of falling for him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Time will tell.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s that?”

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

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

General Taglist: @legit9thlunaticwarrior @magicalbuttertarts @1dluver13xx @sunshinevirus @wwenhlimagines @crowleysqueenofhell @jackson-nickthedate @omg-im-such-a-masochist @kmc1989

#colten gunn #colten gunn x reader #colten gunn imagine #colten gunn fic #aew #all elite wrestling #aew imagine #aew imagines #aew fanfiction #aew fic

50 notes · View notes

thesupreme316 · 2 years ago

Note

hiiiiii I hope you have a amazing day,

I was wondering how the Aew boys react if someone try to use you against them like during the matches with them or in backstage with them busy with a other match ( like the attacker interrupt the match to show you being attacked) , I hope this makes sense 😭

i gotchuuuuu sweetheartttt

AEW Stars React To: You Being Attacked by Their Opponents

Pairings: Kenny Omega X Reader, Ricky Starks X Reader, Hook X Reader, Darius Martin X Reader, Nick Wayne X Reader, Daniel Garcia X Reader, Eddie Kingston X Reader

Word Count: 1.2K

Supreme Speaks: Thanks to anon for this request (YALL KEEP EM COMING), this was really fun and a little bit different than how I typically post these. please know that you are loved and appreciated

Warnings: ANGST and fluff but ANGST, GIFS are NOT mine, not proofread

Taglist: @hooks-martin @hookerforhook @wwenhlimagines @eddie-kingstons-wifey @triscillal @cassie0sstuff @sheinthatfandom

**Every person has their own backstory (in a wrestling world where I am a fantastic booker/producer) and the person who attacked them are in ()**

Eddie Kingston (BCC)

This happened during Eddie’s match against Christian Cage

Eddie didn’t want you out there in fear that Christian might rizz you up (or even Luchasurus no judgment)

So as he’s about to finish the match; the titantron shows up with you on the floor as Wheeler Yuta and Claudio tower over you

Eddie goes berserk; he no longer cares about the match; fuck the match

He leaves the match to rush to your aid with a kendo stick; whacking and cursing anyone who dares get in the way

He gets to you and hits Claudio and Wheeler as they run away; he holds you with so much care and curses himself out too

“Fuck Claudio and his Yorkie bitch! Fuck, I should have kept an eye on you doll. I’m sorry, it’s my fault”

Legit feels bad about the situation (it almost reduces him to tears) as you are put in an ambulance

Looks at Mox and says “You betta pray that she’s okay or Renee won’t be able to recognize her husband”

Darius Martin (Kingdom)

Okay hear me out; the Kingdom attacks you and then throws you on stage during Darius’ match to distract him

He looks at Action Andretti and Matt Sydal as they tell him to check on you; Darius goes with you backstage as doctors check on you

He’s silent….which is unusual and almost unsettling for you; he’s really taking everything to heart and is angrily simmering

“I’m so sorry that they dragged you into my mess, but I promise I will fix this”

He really feels remorseful about everything and certainly disappointed with himself that he allowed this to happen

Next week; he comes out with a chair and whoops ass

But I think he would go so far to the point where Andretti and Matt have to come out and say stop

He calms down and sits with you backstage for the rest of the show (he prolly will never take his eyes off you again)

Hook (Jack Perry)

Mans is fucking up everyone in sight

Bad enough that Jack took his title and refused to give him a rematch; so Hook is wrestling a jobber

As Hook has his opponent in the Redrum; Jack pops up on the screen with Anna Jay who is just choking you out (wish it was me)

Hook keeps the submission on long enough for the bell to ring before zooming backstage; just as Anna and Jack getaway

He is livid and starts throwing people left and right until he realizes that you are still on the ground

I think he feels exposed at the fact you were attacked cause he really does care about you

He helps you up and is visibly upset; vows to get revenge but then has a better idea

Two weeks later; he returns with you in tow and you two start WHOOPING THOSE TRICKS (to the point where the FTW championship is on the line in a tag team match; ex Edge and Kelly Kelly vs Dolph Ziggler and Laycool)

Nick Wayne (Swerve)

THIS SWEET BABY

He honestly doesn’t know what to think (and what he did to deserve Swerve hating him so much)

I feel like as soon as he sees your unconscious self on the screen, he would immediately dash backstage (like Eddie)

He would run up to your body “Y/N! Are you okay?” Before getting attacked by Swerve and AR Fox; who would then be run off by Best Friends

As he falls to the ground and when he wakes up, Nick would think that he’s a failure (DESPITE NOTHING IS HIS FAULT)

It would really take you constantly reassuring him that he was fine and nothing is his fault

“Yeah sure, but if I can’t protect you from attacks; then what kind of a man and wrestler am I?”

Like Darius, Nick would never allow you to leave his sight

Not until he ended this feud with Swerve

Kenny Omega (Will Ospreay)

Kenny would be that person who would just fill his mind continuously

During his match against Jon Moxley (sorry), The United Empire shows up with you about to go through a table

He turns his attention as Jon rolls him up and wins; Kenny immediately runs to the back

The Bucks attack the group and you are dropped on the floor (not through the table); you have no injuries

As he approaches backstage, mans is worried and anxiety has filled his body

Subconsciously declares war with Opsreay and will allow guilt to take over his mind

“I swear to you that Ospreay, that son of a bitch, will pay for this shit. And he will literally pay for your therapy (bitch take the free therapy plz)”

So much to the point where he’s not smiling anymore and treats every match like a deathmatch

Tbh, as long as Will shows up, Kenny will attack him without fail

Ricky Starks (CM Punk/The Factory)

OKAY LISTEN TO ME I believe that CM Punk would do some fucked up shit (as a true heel)

So during after Ricky’s match on Collision (who hasn’t seen you all night), Punk would show the footage of you being attacked by The Factory

But then he would say; “but that was earlier tonight”

And then BAM Punk attacks Ricky from behind and leaves him the ring

Ricky is upset at himself for not recognizing that you were missing all night and mad that he allowed Punk to attack him and you

Immediately checks on you and apologizes profusely

“I’m so sorry; I should have noticed, I should have made sure you were beside me-” “Ricky, you have been saying I’m sorry for the past hour” “Because I am!”

Would cut a vicious promo on Punk that embarrassed and angered him at the same time

Vows to get his revenge and starts it by attacking Punk

Daniel Garcia (Chris Jericho)

OKAY WOULD LOVE TO DO A POST ON HOW I WOULD BOOK DANNY’S EXIT FROM JAS

Danny is on the verge of leaving the JAS due to differences and Chris’ power trips, and you are his escape from it all

Chris knows this and tries to use it to his advantage; he tries to talk to you about Danny and keeping him in the JAS

To which you disagree and say it’s his decision; to which he got angry….and to which he may or may not have hit you with the baseball bat (CAUSE HE’S A JACKASS)

All of this was shown during Daniel and Sammy’s tag team match; Danny immediately jumped down from the apron (essentially leaving Sammy hanging) and ran to the back

He would be so angry that he would quit the JAS right then and there

Time skip, you were okay; when Danny told you the news, you were happy but you wouldn’t show it to him, asking him if he was sure

“Y/N, your safety, and well-being is more important to me than Jericho’s trash ass club. And it always will be.”

The following weeks are filled with confrontations until Daniel joins the BCC (who are not complete assholes in this universe)

HES FREE

Thank you for coming to my TedTalk

247 notes · View notes

hooked0n-wrestling · 6 months ago

Text

Writing coming soon!

Hi angels! Quinn here, i've been around tumblr for a while now but this is a fresh account! I wanna get back into writing so i'll leave a list for who i write for, feel free to leave me some requests!

AEW:

Adam Copeland

Adam Page

Anna Jay

Brody King

Buddy Matthews

Daniel Garcia

Britt Baker

Hook

Jamie Hayter

Jay White

Jon Moxley

Juice Robinson

Julia Hart

Kenny Omega

Kris Statlander

Kip Sabian

Kyle Fletcher

Malakai Black

Matthew Jackson

MJF

Nicholas Jackson

Orange Cassidy

Ruby Soho

Swerve Strickland

WWE:

The judgment day (Poly! and individually, i do not write for JD however.)

Liv Morgan

LA Knight

Bayley

Seth Rollins

Cody Rhodes

Jey Uso

Gigi Dolin

Trick Williams

Carmelo Hayes

Cora Jade

Roxanne Perez

CM Punk

Drew Mcintyre

Karrion Kross

Scarlett

Descendants:

Ben

Jay

Harry Hook

Uma

Gil

Red

Chloe Charming

Chad Charming

James Hook

Evie

Bridget/Queen of hearts

Mal

Jane

Red dead redemption

Arthur Morgan

Dutch Van Der Linde

Javier Escuella

John Marston

Rachel Roth/Raven

Dick Grayson

Jason Todd

Garfield Logan / beast boy

Donna Troy

Tim Drake

MASTERLIST

I write for MLM, WLW, Gender Neutral reader, trans reader and so on. I'll write headcanons, fics and maybe mini series in the future. i WILL NOT write smut for now, it may be hinted but my smut writing skills are... not tumblr acceptable. I won't write about anything triggering (e.g R@pe, age gap with anyone under the age of 18, incest, @buse etc.). Fluff and angst are my specialties, so request away!

#wrestling #aew #wwe #wwe fanfiction #descendants fanfiction #descendants rise of red #fanfiction #red dead redemption 2

21 notes · View notes

leahsflwer · 9 months ago

Text

Kenny Omega Dating Headcanons 💙🩵

Warnings: Smut included!, adult content, dating things, arguments, hospital (caring and treatments) mentions

Kenny Omega x reader

Kenny Omega Masterlist || AEW Masterlist || Requests

: ̗̀➛ Gaming with him, wether you do streams with him from your own house or you play together at his house. If you aren’t good at games he will teach you, otherwise you can both just compete with each other

: ̗̀➛ You two have definitely done something dirty in his streaming room. Either on his yellow gaming chair, the black sofa in the back, near the wall, the desk, wherever he wants in his house

: ̗̀➛ The moment that you first came to his house and his cat Dobby rubbed his head on you and sat on your lap making biscuits, he knew you were the one as this man loves animals more than people and that will always stay the same

: ̗̀➛ He is going to the hospital and will need you to help him out to rest up as he recovers. Cheering for him and just staying positive

: ̗̀➛ Nobody will love you like him, he is such a sweet guy and shows how much he cares for someone, wether it’s small gifts, hugs, anything, you will always feel special with him

: ̗̀➛ Some nights may be quiet as he is in his office streaming for a few hours, but once he comes out he will just want to lay on your chest and have you play with his curls

: ̗̀➛ Praise. He is the king of praise, giving you praise was his favourite thing, but he also enjoys receiving praise and compliments from you

: ̗̀➛ Sitting on his lap while he’s at his desk is just a usual thing for you both, while you both munch of his favourite peanut butter cheesecake

: ̗̀➛ When he’s in his pain you somehow take all the pain away, gently massaging his sore muscles and placing kisses on his bare skin

: ̗̀➛ You were probably friends with the elite or apart of them and Matt and Nick tease you both about your relationship

: ̗̀➛ Kenny is mostly a softie for you until he is in the mood then he is more quiet and teases you a bit, leaving little hints for you

: ̗̀➛ He wants you to wear his clothes and even his merch mostly outside in public but also at home, makes him feel closer to you even when you’re both busy

: ̗̀➛ You two rarely argue but when you do it’s usually over him being so stressed out, but you understand him and just wait for him to realise what he did, then he would apologise and just hide in the crook of you neck, wanting you to run his back

: ̗̀➛ Whispers in your ear quite often knowing it sends shivers down your spine. His whispers either being sweet and romantic or perverted

#kenny omega #headcanon #aew #fluff #angst #smut #imagine #preferences #imagines #aew collision #aew rampage #aew dynasty

77 notes · View notes

delilahcalicocat · 9 months ago

Note

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

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

♡~Wha- How...~☆

{Ratin: Fluff and Angst}

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

{Pairing: HOOK/Tyler x Fem!Reader}

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your jaw dropped when you saw.. Him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You sure? Because it seems like your-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

65 notes · View notes

stripeydani · 1 month ago

Text

2024: My Year in Writing

2024 Summary

Words written: 250,243 (though I'm hoping it'll be more as I think I can get one more chapter out before the 31st!)

Fics published: Thirteen, unlucky for some! Hurt & Heal Series - My Cody/Randy Mini Universe. The series that started it all. Set all over the place tbh, check the year 😂 Good Intentions Series - Cody/John & John/Randy. Kicking it old school with Codena and Centon. My pride and joy. Electric Blue Series - Cody/Roman. It was meant to be a hate-sex series but turned into a love story. The surprise star of the year! Something About Us - Cody/Kenny Omega. Set in Cody's bisexual evil genius phase. He just wants to seduce Kenny and goes through great lengths to do so... Kenny just thinks he's cute. Ginger & Lime - Cody/LA Knight/Randy & Cody/LA Knight. It's just smut to be honest, the plot is minimal and it was a gift fic for the amazing @thlayli-ra ❤ Snake Eyes - Cody/Randy. The snake fic inspired by @codystonguepiercing. Randy gets turned into a snake. It's very silly, but somehow managed to pull out some feelings!

My favourite fic: Look we all know, it's Good Intentions, my Cody/John fic set in 2008-2010. I had such a blast writing it, and I'm always happy converting people to my favourite rare-pair from the good-old-days 😂 Shout out to @superkickme for being the best and keeping me motivated not just through that but pretty much all my fics! You're the best!

My most written pairing: Randy Orton/Cody Rhodes. Because of course. My favourite not-such-a-rare-pair. I've written them in a romcom, a devastating disaster of a doomed relationship, and made a whole mini-universe for them with multiple fics in it. My boys ❤

My most used tags: Angst... because we can never have nice things. Anal Sex... self explanatory 👀. Established Relationship, thanks Cody and Randy. Somewhat Kayfabe Compliant, because I research these fics far too much 😂

What I learned: I really enjoy writing modern characters (or like, 2006-2013 characters lmao). It flows much easier so I can just focus on the dialogue without having to put it through a particular universe filter (beyond making sure everyone who's American stays American 👀) On that note, I've also learned a lot of Americanisms this year 😂

What I want to write next year: The sequel to Good Intentions! It's John Cena's retirement year so I hope he gets some good stories for me to work into his and Cody's 15th year together (blimey...) Got my fingers crossed for his last WrestleMania match to be against Cody for the DRAMA.

I also have a bajillion ideas I want to finally sift through and get some words down for. Going to be a lot harder without the WWE Network at my fingertips 😭

#dani writes #fic stuff #candy #centon #codena #codyroman #wwe fic #wrestling fic #idk how to tag this lmao

13 notes · View notes

adriswrld · 2 years ago

Text

Past Tense » Will Ospreay ⁰¹

plot: reader is kenny omegas adopted sister and one of the best professional wrestlers in the world just like him, and has a past with an enemy of his, will ospreay. she gets pulled into their fued, which only motivates kenny even more to return to japan

trope: ex lovers to enemies to lovers

pairings: adopted sister reader! of kenny omega x will ospreay / reader x platonic sibling! kenny omega

warnings: honestly just angst and foul language a/n: i rlly wanted to add a sibling reader to their fued bc i loved it sm 😔 her in ring last name won't be omega, it's just gonna be kingley bc i like that last name as a wrestler one sksjks 🤭 this will have two - three parts! ITALICS ARE JAPANESE!!

"It's not a big deal. It's not my first dynamite appearance," Y/N shrugged. The young bucks were obviously making it a huge deal what Y/N flew out from Japan to make a Dynamite appearance. "But, you never technically wrestled on Dynamite before and you're kicking off the show," Matt said, personally very excited to see the crowd's reaction to Y/N.

"I've been on dynamite multiple times to set up paper view matches, so it really isn't a big deal," Y/N said, pulling on her wrestling boots. "Exactly! But you never wrestled on dynamite and the media doesn't know you're here, so it's an even bigger deal," Nick added in Matt's defense. "Whatever you say boys," she chuckled.

Kenny glanced up seeing the Bucks looking at him with raised brows. "What?" He mouthed to them. "Did you tell her?" They whispered, but she heard them. "Tell me what?" Y/N asked, looking at Kenny.

Kenny pursed his lips, wishing he wasn't put in this position. "Uhh, well, I forgot to mention that Ospreay is supposed to be here tonight."

Y/N smile dropped hearing the name, she sighed and ran a hand over her mouth. "You know what? No, I'm gonna let that piece of shit ruin my day. I'm supposed to have a good match and spend some time with my brother. He's not ruining that." Y/N laced up her boots, not seeing the genuinely surprised expressions on the boys faces.

"Cool, yeah couldn't agree more." Kenny said, shooting expecting looks to the Bucks. "Yeah, agreed," the both said simultaneously.

"Fantastic. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go catch up with my friend." Y/N hugged Kenny before heading out the door.

Y/N walked down the halls, a sleeveless Kenny Omega hoodie on with the hood over her head. She looked down at her phone seeing the text Jamie sent her, telling her which locker room she was in. Not paying attention, she bumped into someone. "Shit, sorry. I should've payed attention," Y/N apologized before moving past the guy, she didn't bother look at.

"Y/N?" Anddd...she froze. "Why does the world hate me?" She muttered to herself in exasperation. Slowly, she turned around, unfortunately looking into Will's eyes. "They said you weren't gonna be here," he said, genuinely surprised at her presence. He had specifically made it clear he wouldn't show up if Y/N was gonna be in the arena. It sounded childish yeah but the last thing he needed to deal with was the teasing from his friends about her.

"Well it last minute, didn't know you were gonna be here either 'til a few minutes ago." Y/N turned her attention away from him and onto the two men beside him. She used to be pretty close with Kyle Fletcher. Now, they didn't talk as much. "Kyle, Mark, hi boys," she smiled politely at them. Kyle and Mark both greeted her back with a smile.

"Alright well, you both have a good night. Bye." She didn't even give Will an ounce of acknowledgement before leaving.

Kyle couldn't help but snicker, looking to an incredulous Will. "Oh, she absolutely hates you man. I thought you two talked it out already," he said, recalling when Will had said he was heading to Y/N's locker room at NJPW Strong. "I tried to but as per usual, she was being stubborn," Will replied as he began to continue walking. "Technically, she has every reason to be stubborn," Mark added in Y/N's defense.

"Can we not talk about my ex, please? Thanks."

》* 。 • ˚ ˚ ˛ ˚ ˛ • 。* 。° 。* 。 • ˚《

Y/N did a few push-ups, waiting for them to hit her music. Kenny, the Young Bucks and Brandon all stood near her, prepared to walk out with her. They originally weren't but the Bucks wanted to film her match for BTE. She stood up just as they played her music which was "Be Quiet and Drive" by Deftones. The crowd stood up abruptly, recognizing the champions music and they were loud. "Holy shit they're loud," Matt followed the woman up the stairs.

Y/N walked through the tunnel, a grin slapped across her face as looked around at the crowd. "Introducing the World of Stardom Champion, Y/N Kingley!" Y/N pulled up her hoodie to show her two championships. One of them was obviously the World of Stardom Championship. The second one was the SWA World Championship.

Y/N pulled both titles off and raised them as her pyro hit. She handed them to Kenny as she made her way down the ramp, the boys following close behind her. Kenny held them on his shoulders, pretending to be her, he did her signature pose. Y/N stepped into the ring, taking a mic from the official.

Her music shut off and she gestured the audience to quiet down, in which they did. "Weren't expecting me, were you?" She spoke, the crowd cheering, missing the woman on AEW television. "Man, it's been a minute since I've been here. You all have Kenny Omega to thank for that. He's very convincing." Y/N chuckled when they started a "THANK YOU KENNY" chant.

"But, I won't lie to you all, I definitely wouldn't have showed up if I knew Will Ospreay was going to be here." The fans all shared a laugh at her dig at the United Empire leader. "He's probably throwin' a little tantrum backstage about this as we speak. Don't worry, William, they'll forget about this all in a day," she winked at the hard cam, tuning out the loud cheers and laughs from the AEW audience.

Y/N ran a hand down her hair, waiting for the crowd to quiet down some more. "Now, I was originally supposed to do an open challenge for my World of Stardom Championship at All Out. But, unfortunately I won't be able to make it. So, I figured, since I flew out here, I might as well do an open challenge anyways," Y/N announced.

Before she could even get out another full word, she was interrupted by the music of the Jericho Appreciation Society's Anna Jay. Y/N boredly turned to see Anna Jay (A.S.) walk out with Tay Melo and Sammy Guevara. "Shut her music off," Y/N ordered and they did as told.

They all backed up as the three entered the ring. "This is all AEW has to offer? Honestly, I really hoping for Jamie Hayter or maybe even Toni Storm. But, I guess you'll do. This should be quick work boys, so you can wait." Y/N smiled but it quickly fell when Anna snatched the microphone from her hands. "I know you're used to getting whatever you want, but that's not gonna work as long as the Jericho Appreciation Society's around. And when I beat you, and take your championship, not only will J.A.S. run AEW, but I'm gonna make you bow down to me when we takeover Stardom," the blonde said.

Y/N smiled, not at all fazed by her, she leaned forward so her mouth was next to the mic Anna held, "I'm don't bow down to nobody."

"Guess I'll have to make you then," Anna smirked. She immediately shoved Y/N down and before anyone could react, she slapped Kenny across the face. His head turned from the impact and he went to take a step forward but Sammy Guevara got in front of Anna. Matt and Nick helped up Y/N and she shoved Sammy to the side, immediately tackling Anna as the crowd erupted into loud cheers.

That started it.

Kenny lunged at Sammy, hitting him a few times so he dropped to his knees. Tay Melo dragged Anna out of the ring to safety. Y/N stood up and she, Kenny and the Bucks all delivered a super kick on Sammy Guevara. Before they could do anything else, Tay and Anna both dragged him out. Y/N picked up the mic, her adrenaline already on, "No, no, no, you don't get to just come out here, interrupt me and attack my brother without any consequences. Get your ass back in the ring before I drag you in!"

The crowd cheered as Y/N pulled off her hoodie and tossed it to Kenny who had picked up her two belts that he dropped when he attacked Sammy. Anna waited for the Elite to exit the ring before she hesitantly stepped inside. "Ring the fuckin' bell," Y/N tossed the mic outside. The minute the bell rang, they went at each other with full force.

It was about fifteen minutes into the match, they were nearing the end, already gotten so many chants during the match. Y/N and Anna were both on their stomachs, trying to muster up any remaining strength to get up after Y/N already performed the 'You can't escape'. They seemed to have pretty good chemistry for having never faced each other before.

Y/N got up and pulled up Anna, hitting her with a V-Trigger. She lifted Anna above her shoulders, even though she was near the ropes she still successfully performed the One-Winged-Angel. "A tribute to her brother Kenny Omega with the One-Winged-Angel! She's got to win!"

Just as she was about to pin Anna for the win, Sammy Guevara put her foot on the rope, forcing the ref to break the pin. "And Sammy with the save for Anna! That little punk! Kingley had the win right there."

Y/N huffed and slid out of the ring, she shoved Sammy harshly as he held his hands up in surrender. "Looks like Y/N isn't too happy with Sammy's interference in her match." Sammy backed up, "Woah, woah woah! Calm down!" Kenny grabbed his arm and turned him around, straight into two superkicks courtesy of the Bucks. Meanwhile, Cutler chuckled as he continued filming.

Y/N gave a warning look to Tay before sliding back into the ring. Anna quickly tried to roll up Y/N but she kicked out, standing up and hitting Anna with a superkick. Tay Melo jumped up onto the ring apron when Y/N jumped to the top rope for her finisher, causing Y/N to fall off on her back. Anna quickly rolled Y/N up and Tay put Anna's feet on the bottom rope for more force. Though Kenny quickly ran over to push her feet off, saving Y/N from losing. "And Omega with the save for his sister!"

Tay gaped in shock and grabbed Kenny's arm with both hands, turning him around forcefully. She raised her hand to slap him but, unfortunately for her she was forced back around but Ruby Soho, who she was currently fueding with. "It's Ruby Soho! Shes beatin' the crap outta Tay Melo!" Ruby delivered her finisher 'Destination Unknown', and when Sammy went to help his wife, Ortiz ran down the ramp and chased him into the crowd. If anyone was keeping up with their fued, they would know, Ruby Soho and Ortiz were set to Tay and Sammy for the AAA Mixed Tag Team Championships at All Out.

All while this was going on, Y/N had hit Anna with a superkick. She jumped onto the top rope and did the usual backflip into a DDT just as Anna stood up to take it. "And Kingley with a Royal Deathdrop!" One...two...three! She won, and retained her belts. "Y/N Kingley retains!"

"And still, your World of Stardom Champion, Y/N Kingley!"

Kenny stepped in the ring and handed her the Stardom belt but still held onto the SWA belt. Y/N chuckled as the Bucks lifted her onto their shoulders, she raised the belt, representing Stardom proudly.

Kyle Fletcher glanced at his friend, Will's eyes focused intently on the television in front of them. He hadn't taken his eyes off the TV the minute Y/N walked out, looking as beautiful as ever. He was a little upset at her diss towards him but figured she had probably just dissed him because of his current fued with Kenny. At least that's what he was trying to tell himself.

"Dude, you gotta stop actin' so desperate. You're never gonna get her back with that attitude," Kyle said, patting Will's shoulder.

Will sighed, "I'm not acting desperate bruv. I am desperate. I want her back."

》* 。 • ˚ ˚ ˛ ˚ ˛ • 。* 。° 。* 。 • ˚《

"Ow. Careful," Y/N winced as Kenny unwrapped the plastic that kept the ice attached to her shoulder. "You know, I'm probably the last person to tell you this, but you really gotta take it easy. You shouldn't be wrestling and traveling this much. You need a break," Kenny said. Y/N wished she could roll her eyes but what he said was true. She was overworking herself more than needed. She had just wrestled before her flight to AEW and that was just even more unnecessary pain on her body.

"I'll keep that in mind," Y/N mumbled in reply. Kenny sat down next to her, both of them watching the current main event going on. It was Aussie Open & Will Ospreay of United Empire vs PAC & The Lucha Brothers of the Death Triangle to advance in the AEW Trios tournament. Whoever won this match would be facing The Elite next week on Dynamite. "Aussie Open's lookin pretty good. They've improved," Kenny commented.

"Speaking of, why didn't you tell me he was gonna be here tonight?" Y/N questioned after a few moments of silence. "I thought you weren't mad," Kenny glanced at his sister and back to the TV. "Oh I'm not. I'm just wondering why you would keep that from me. Of course, assuming TK came to you first about it." Y/N looked back at the TV, waiting for Kenny's response.

"Come on, Y/N, we both know if I told you he was gonna be here, you wouldn't have shown up. And I didn't want you to look bad if you had backed out on your promise," he explained and she smiled slightly. Kenny always went out of his way to protect Y/N and her image. He was in the business a few years earlier than her but made it seem like it was a decade. Even if she didn't want any help, he always provided it anyways. She was grateful for him and his help anyways.

"You know, you don't always need to worry about me. I can handle myself. I know what I'm doin'," she assured. Kenny raised a brow, "I'm your brother. I'm always gonna worry about you whether you need it or not. Besides, you really gotta just forget about this guy. Just pretend like he doesn't exist," Kenny advised.

"I'll take that to mind." Y/N and Kenny both turned their heads back to the monitor just as Will Ospreay jumped to the top rope and performed Y/N's finisher move on PAC. Will grinned and instead of attempting a pin on his opponent, he stood up and did Y/N's taunt. The crowd cheered in response, leaving Y/N's mouth agape. "That fuckin' prick," she muttered.

"I mean, technically you took a dig at him first," Kenny mumbled, Y/N glaring at him in reply.

About ten minutes later they were all gathered near the entrance way, ready to walk out after United Empire gained the win, advancing in the tournament. Kenny's music hit and he walked out, getting a huge pop from the crowd as per usual. Y/N followed behind him, her titles still strapped about her waist but she had changed into a long tight black dress with two slits near the legs and heels for dinner after the show.

Y/N rolled her eyes watching Will gesturing for them to come in the ring. Kenny walked down the ramp, neither the Bucks or Y/N attempting to stop him but Don Callis did. His first attempt, Kenny just shrugged him off, but as he got closer Don had to grab Kenny's waist to pull him back as a ref put his hands out as well. Meanwhile, Will just taunted Kenny, daring him to step in the ring.

Y/N then grabbed Kenny's shoulder and pulled him back with a small laugh. They backed up on the ramp and Y/N looked at the camera man who signaled to her that the show was now off air. "We're off air now," she told Kenny and he nodded, gesturing for someone to hand him a mic. "Now that we're off the air, I wanna thank everyone for coming down tonight," Kenny spoke into the mic.

"And please, give our friends and my lovely sister from New Japan, a wonderful AEW welcome." Y/N smiled and put an arm around her brother as Aussie Open raised their arms, getting more cheers and appreciation from the AEW crowd.

"Now I'm gonna do something very special that perhaps I shouldn't. Don't make me regret it, and because you guys are the guests and you guys won the main event, give these people a piece of your minds. Tell these people how you feel. Thank these people for giving us their time tonight. Now that you guys are in the big leagues, thats just one of your daily duties. Think you can handle the responsibility, Will? Hopefully you can handle it a little better than uh, filling my shoes in New Japan," Kenny walked down the ramp with Y/N and set the mic on the ring apron.

Kenny headed back up the ramp, Y/N tried to stay there, staring down Will until Kenny took her hand and gently pulled her back on the ramp with him. Will leaned down and picked up the microphone, his eyes on Y/N's before turning around.

"Mate, I didn't know the cleaner was a puss." The crowd cheered as Y/N and Kenny rolled their eyes, knowing he was gonna say some shit like that. "Bruv, filling your shoes? The way I see things, is the short time I've been in New Japan, I've done everything you've done and more you fragile little bitch." Y/N glanced at her brother who didn't seem to be affected by Will's little insults. Sure, she had worse things said to her in rivalries but those weren't even against actual people who disliked her. If it was Will who said those things to her, she would've jumped him already.

"Mate, Kenny Omega was wearing a damn t-shirt when he came back. What's the matter bruv? Hidin' that little belly of yours? Are the abs gone brother? Is that what it is? Your little sister there came back from a broken neck and even she didn't look half a bad," Will said, the crowd getting louder when he mentioned Y/N. This didn't sit well with neither sibling but it wasn't the first time she was thrown into their arguments.

"Look at you bruv, covered in tape. I just did a G1, went to the final, another five stars bruv," the blonde brit gloated, getting another eye roll from Y/N. Please, five stars was nothing for her nor Kenny. Every match she had was five star material but she wasn't out here gloating about it like a cocky prick. "Bruv, bruv, while I've been working," as he spoke, Don couldn't stop Kenny from heading down the ramp again, Y/N following her brother incase one of them decided to swing. Knowing Will, he could get pissed easy.

"While I've been working, you've been sitting down and getting the Young Bucks to wipe your ass for you brother." Kenny had to crack a laugh, sarcastic or not, what he said was kinda funny. "Face it, face it, you've guys have built a wonderful empire here but it wouldn't be as good because you're inviting me to come over here mate. Money where your mouth is. Next week, United Empire versus The Elite." Y/N leaned forward on the apron and Will leaned down, looking into her eyes, he dropped the mic into her hand and backed up.

Y/N backed up and handed the mic to Kenny. "Hey uh Will, since we're gonna play a little bit of hardball, and since there's absolutely no way anyone's gonna see or hear any of this. You wanna talk about doing everything that I've done except doing more of it and sooner. Well, that could be true except the only difference is, I did it in front of full sold out crowd's and you did G1 Final in front of what, three thousand people?"

"After the hardships that I face to give people like you an opportunity Will, you would think that maybe, you'd be able to do a little more with it." Kenny said, looking directly at Will who was sitting criss cross in the ring, leaning forward on the bottom rope. Will just laughed, "And one man's opinion, doesn't really mean much to me, Will, because none of these people know any of your matches, none of these people even know you." Will moved under the rope so he was now on the ring apron, seemingly pressed by Kenny's comments.

"And you wanna bring up my sister all the time but she doesn't even show up here more than twice a year and she got the biggest pop of the entire night. I didn't even have to introduce her." Y/N smirked at Kenny's defense of her and the crowd cheered.

"I introduce them to you," Y/N and the Bucks pulled Kenny back to prevent any fighting between the two men, "yeah, a lot like I introduced you to the Heavyweight scene in New Japan. I never got one thank you from you, Will, not even one, and here you are talking a whole lot of shit in front of all these people." Kenny laughed, backing up as Will hopped down from the apron, seemingly mad and Kyle and Mark had to hold him back.

Kenny continued, "thinking you're a real tough guy, huh, because you wrestled five matches in five days on a couple of indies and a couple of lower card New Japan guys, and yeah you lost to Okada, big deal, I've lost to Okada too, but I've also beaten Okada in the biggest stage of them all, something you can never do Will. And guess what, that match that I'm talking about Will, that's the one everyone calls the best one of all time. Something that nobody says about your matches. In fact, no one can even remember your matches, Will."

Kenny backed up with an evil like laugh when Will tried to move at him but Kyle and Mark held him back again, more seriously. "Look at this child," Kenny mocked, putting a hand on his sister's shoulder. "You see, Will. I gave you the impossible task of filling my shoes, but maybe I shouldn't have given you a pair of shoes when you still haven't grown out of your diapers," Kenny stated and the audience laughed.

"But hey, Will, I appreciate I appreciate you man, no heat, zero," Y/N chuckled, not sure what else Kenny could've done to troll Will even more. Kenny set the mic down and his music played but then he walked back to the mic and picked it up, "No, I'm not gonna forget it a second time. I am not gonna forget it a second time," Kenny headed up the ramp, pointing at Nick, "you were supposed to remind me."

Y/N snickered and turned around, looking back at the crowd from the top of the ramp, "I am sorry everyone, since Will doesn't have one of these, I gotta do it myself. I must bid each and everyone of you adieu, so until next time, and next time it's gonna be next week and boy it's gonna be a busy week because not only are we going to win the semis but we're taking this whole thing home mother father. Goodbye Little Willy and Aussie Open, muah!... and good night....bang!"

Kenny set down the mic and put his arm around Y/N, having her take off her main title belt, he raised her arm and pointed to her. Making sure the crowd showed their appreciation for her special appearance as the next one wouldn't happen for a while.

》* 。 • ˚ ˚ ˛ ˚ ˛ • 。* 。° 。* 。 • ˚《

A breathless Y/N leaned on the bottom rope, her body then being dragged across the ring so Mayu Iwatani could ascend to the tope turnbuckle. Her body practically moved on autopilot as her knees came up last minute when Mayu performed a moonsault. Y/N quickly ran against the ropes for leverage and jumped to the top rope, backflipping into a DDT to Mayu. Performing her finisher, which was called the Royal Deathdrop.

She crawled over Mayu's body for the cover. One...two...three! She won. She was the first ever IWGP Women's Champion.

"And first ever, IWGP Women's Champion, Y/N Kingley!"

Y/N used the ropes to stand, still dizzy from the performance. Everyone was on their feet clapping for her. The referee presented her the championship in which she politely bowed, thanking him in Japanese and raising the belt. The ring filled with confetti and she couldn't help but wanna cry. They helped clip the belt around her waist before handing her a mic so she could speak to the audience in attendance and everyone watching from their homes, more specifically her brother Kenny who she knew was watching.

"I honestly have no words. I can't begin to describe how much this means to me. But, thank you, so so much. I wouldn't be here without any of you, or my wonderful fans all over the world. More specifically would I like to thank my brother Kenny. He's the reason I'm still here and wrestling. I love you so much. Goodbye, and goodnight. Thank you." Y/N set the mic on the mat and stepped out of the ring.

Azumi helped her walk to the back as she could barely hold herself up. Mayu was one of the few women wrestlers who could take every bit of strength out of her when they wrestled. Mariah May also jogged over to help Y/N over to her locker room. "Thanks girls," Y/N sat down on the couch, giving the two women a smile.

"Of course, I'm gonna go get you some ice," Mariah said, "Oh you don't-", she quickly left the room to fetch her fellow friend some ice, ignoring Y/N's polite protest. Azumi congratulated Y/N on her accomplishment before leaving Y/N alone with her thoughts.

Just as she closed her eyes, she could hear her phone begin to ring. She groaned tiredly, not in the mood to get up and grab it out of her duffle bag. Luckily, she got a knock on the door and assumed it must've been Mariah already back with the ice. "You can just come in, Mariah!" Y/N said, partially confused.

"Uhh, not Mariah," a male voice spoke. Yeah, Y/N knew that voice from anywhere. Will fucking Ospreay walked into her locker room. Y/N blankly stared at him, "What the hell do you want, Ospreay?"

"Suddenly forgot my first name?" Will retorted.

"Get the fuck out, William," Y/N pulled herself to her feet and walked around the small couch. She reached down to grab her phone and seen the various messages from Kenny and Jamie.

"Oh, I see you remember it after all," He said. Will backed up, putting his hands up in surrender seeing the glare from his ex girlfriend. "Relax, no need to be so hostile. Just came to wish you a congratulations. I know you've always wanted to bring more women's titles to the picture," he said, and for some reason he was being very genuine. She didn't like it.

Y/N sat back down on the couch, "Okay, thanks. Goodbye now."

Mariah walked up, raising her brows at Will's presence, she sat down next to Y/N. "Should I come back later?" She asked.

Y/N looked at Will, "No it's okay, he was just leaving." Will pursed his lips, shaking his head in frustration as he walked out of the room, not able to say what he really wanted to.

"I appreciate the help, but you should go be with your friends," Y/N said after Mariah helped Y/N kick her feet up on the table. "Are you sure?" Y/N nodded, urging Mariah to go on and celebrate with her friends. "Okay, but just call me if you need any help at all." Mariah carefully hugging the older girl before heading out.

Y/N took the time to give Kenny a facetime call, she smiled as Kenny's face popped up on the screen. "Hii, I miss you like so much. I feel so lonely here. I wish you could be here," Y/N said with a sad smile.

"I know, I wish I could be there too. I'm so so proud of you. I watched the match and you did phenomenal as usual," Kenny complimented, glancing up at the TV, he seen his pre-filmed video play at the PPV, announcing his return to Japan to fight Will Ospreay for his IWGP United States Heavyweight Championship at WrestleKingdom 17.

"Thank you, Ty. And I literally cannot wait to see for WrestleKingdom. I'm so excited and anxious." Y/N said, holding ice to her ribs. "I was also gonna ask if I could stay with you. I really don't feel like staying in a tiny hotel room," he replied, putting his eyes back onto the computer where as per usual was Will Ospreay talking his shit about Kenny leaving and him staying.

"Oh yeah of course, you always have a room at my place. Can I call you back tomorrow? I got to do a promo and take a shower, then head home. It's been a long day." Y/N rubbed her eyes, most of her makeup was sweated off so she did ruin it much. "Sure. I've gotta go to sleep anyways cause it's really late over here," he said in agreement.

"Okay, goodnight." They said their goodbyes before Y/N hung up and sighed tiredly.

As she went to move the ice to her chest, where Mayu viciously chopped, her door was pushed open, and an angry Will Ospreay stormed in with Kyle Fletcher attempting to stop him. "You know this is private locker room. You can't just storm in when you feel like it Ospreay." Y/N tossed her phone on the table, raising her brows at the blonde man.

"Oh don't give me that bullshit, Y/N. Who was that on the phone, huh? You're cunt of a brother?" Will said angrily, shrugging Kyle's hand off his shoulder.

"Watch your fucking mouth." Y/N moved the ice off and stood up, walking around the table. "You have some fucking nerve coming into my room and talking bad on my brother." She glanced back at Kyle who awkwardly stood there, "love you, Kyle but can you just give us a minute please?" She requested.

"You sure?" He double checked, knowing how the two could be when they were angry. "Yeah, I'm sure. This won't take long." Y/N didn't take her eyes off of Will as Kyle exit the room, shutting the door as it automatically locked. Y/N didn't have to take a guess to know Will had gotten a key to her room, which was how he got in.

"How long have you known about your brother returning to New Japan, huh? Was that the plan all along or was it because I offended the little cunt at his own promotion? Or- or was it just because I attacked his little friend?" Will said, referring to when he attacked Kota Ibushi just before Kenny left Japan.

"See I don't think you just heard what I said. Watch what the fuck you say about my brother in front of me. Come on, we both know if you offended him, he would've already dealt with you. And it's not about your championship either. It's about you strolling around here calling yourself the greatest wrestler to live, shitting on his legacy. And yeah, maybe he wants to get a little revenge for Ibushi. So he's gonna do that on the grandest stage Japan has to offer."

"Now I know it may be a little hard for you, but you need to get that through your thick ass skull, Ospreay." Y/N spat, going to turn around but he grabbed her wrist and turned her back to him. "Fine, okay, I get it. Hell I probably deserve it, too. But maybe I'm just using that as an excuse to talk to you," he said just as Y/N pulled her wrist from his grip with a glare.

"Talk to me? What do you possibly wanna talk about? The fact that you cheated on me? You being a shitty fucking boyfriend? You embarrassing me in front of everyone?!" She snapped, tired of his nonsense and shitty excuses for his behavior.

"Oh so all the blame is all on me?! I know I'm not perfect but let's not pretend you aren't so perfect yourself princess!" He argued back in his own defense.

"I never once claimed I was perfect, I certainly don't act like it. I have my flaws but I never, and I mean never cheated on you! I wouldn't even think of doing such a thing!" She shot back incredulously. Surprised that he was trying to turn this on her.

"How many times do I have to say, I'm sorry! It was a mistake that I couldn't regret more," he explained. Y/N scoffed, "If you regret it so much you wouldn't have made her your fucking girlfriend the minute we broke up, let alone rub it in my face, you fucking cunt!" She shoved him back, blinking away the tears that threatened to fall. He didn't deserve her tears. She wasn't gonna let herself be weak in front of him.

"Oh, so I'm the cunt now? Where were you when I was going through the worst depression of my life? Why do you think I cheated on you, huh? You weren't there and I needed someone. But, Bea was," he couldn't help but immediately start to regret saying his ex's name. Hearing her name always set Y/N off. She absolutely hated Bea. They used to best friends until Bea slept with Will and the truth unfolded.

"Newsflash, Will. I can't give every second of my time to you! Cause whilst you were balls deep in my best friend, I was busy dealing with the fact that my birth mum showed up on my brother's fucking front door. You wanna talk about me not showing up for you one time when you haven't showed up for me countless times. I ignored every single warning I got from my family because I loved you and genuinely believed that you loved me too."

Will sighed, wanting to argue but she was right. He wasn't always there for her when she needed him. Another reason Kenny didn't like him. He had to be there for Y/N when Will wasn't. "I didn't know, I'm sorry."

"Of course you didn't know. You never bothered to ask. It's been three years and I'm done with letting you have so much control over me. Please, just forget I ever existed." Y/N stated tiredly, scratching the back of her neck.

Will shook his head, "I can't do that, Y/N. I can't just forget about us. I won't." Y/N rolled her eyes, "Then I'll do it for you."

She turned around and went to pick up her phone but his next words stopped her. "You can't honestly look me in the eyes and tell me you don't at least miss what we used to be," he said, his eyes told a different story though. He just needed to desperately know if he was the only one who feeling what he was feeling. The exact feelings he had when he first fell in love with her.

"Used to, Will," Y/N turned around, lifting her hand to place on his cheek, "Used to, as in past tense. I don't miss us. I don't miss what we used to be...because it wasn't healthy. We aren't together in the endgame, Will. That's the truth you need to learn to accept. Our love no longer lies. I'm sorry." Her statement was genuine and it felt so real. He wanted to believe she was lying but one thing Y/N didn't do was lie, especially about something like this.

"If you'll excuse me, I need to work. I don't want you in here when I return." She wanted to feel bad seeing a tear roll down his cheek. But she couldn't. She needed to let go.

Only he wasn't gonna let her. Not yet at least.

#will ospreay #will ospreay x reader #will ospreay imagine #aew imagine #aew #kenny omega #njpw imagine

149 notes · View notes