#marko stunt fanfiction

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Kinktober Day 8: Marko Stunt/Beast Mortos + Belly Bulge

You ever get back at your big-dick monster ex by fucking an even bigger dick monster?

[dastiel4ever2111]

And finally our last collage for this story. Please give it a read https://archiveofourown.org/works/56097526/chapters/143006704#workskin

please be mindful of the tags it includes torture, non-con, gaslighting, and more.

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One In a Million Chapter 2: Seeing Red

Chapt 1 ~ Chapt 3

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Emery stood backstage, watching the screens, subconsciously gnawing at her thumbnail. Austin—Luchasaurus—stood silently behind her, his eyes on the screen as well, as they watched Marko in his match against Jake Hager. Jungle Boy—Jack Perry, or JP as Emery had come to call him—stood ringside.

As a friend, Emery had tried to talk Marko and the EVPs out of this match. Nothing she said had seemed to work though, and Marko had only gotten frustrated with her.

“I can do this—I’m not a kid Emery!” his words rang through her mind; she winced as she watched Hager toss Marko in the air and catch him awkwardly on the way down.

It wasn’t that she didn’t believe in Marko’s ability to wrestle. She just didn’t want to see her friend get injured. Hager had the very obvious and unfair advantage—not only in height but body size as well—and by the way he was tossing around Marko, all Emery could do was watch and wait.

“—Shit, I think his nose is busted—” Emery heard Nick Jackson mutter from control, just five feet away. Her heart started pounding as she squinted her eyes, looking for what they saw. Sure enough, the camera panned in towards Marko and she could see the red slowly building around his nose, dripping down his face.

“Dammit,” she muttered, clenching her teeth as she stepped towards the stairs only to feel Austin’s hand on her shoulder.

“Just hang back a minute,” he told her, before withdrawing her hand. Taking a deep breath, Emery crossed her arms in front of her chest and waited for the three count that soon followed. Hager’s music echoed through the back, the sound deafening- but Emery drowned it out as she raced up the stairs in her ring gear. Her match had been right before Marko’s, but she waited to change so she could watch his match. Rushing down the steps and around the ring, Emery came to a stop beside Jack, worry etched across her face. Marko lay on the ring apron, his head tilted as back as he could get it.

“Marko—” Emery began, her voice soft with worry before being interrupted.

“I’m fine—don’t worry,” Marko replied curtly, a frown on his face.

“Don’t tell me your fine, Marko! I can see the blood!” Emery snapped back. She took the shirt wrapped around her waist (which happened to be a Jurassic Express one) and held it up to his nose. After a brief pause, Marko’s hand gently came up and held the shirt to his lower face.

“Thanks,” he mumbled, cheeks slightly tinting pink.

“Mhmm. Let’s get you to the back, come on,” Emery said, as Jack helped him down from the apron.

As they made their way towards the stage, she could hear Hagers laughter as he stood in the ring.

“The ring aint for children! So stay out of my ring, pint size!”

His comments made her blood boil, but Emery knew that she was no match for Hager, so she merely spun around and flipped him off with both fingers. His laughing only increased, making her foul mood worse.

“I’m gonna kick his ass one day, mark my words,” she whispered to Jack and Marko, causing Jack to give a small chuckle.

“I know you will,” Marko told her, the smile on his face evident despite being covered with a shirt.

[snarkwriteswrasslin]

Can you do a daddy kink headcanon for Marko Stunt?

While I do see Marko as having a daddy kink... I don’t know that your idea of him having one and mine are gonna line up but...I will happily write out the way I see it working!! Also, thank you for sending me this! It was an actual blast to sit down and think out! Sorry in advance if what you get is not what you were expecting,btw. I hope you enjoy it though!.

Warnings:

This might get suggestive. Maybe borderline sexual in the tame kind of way. So if there’s any kids reading this, take a hike for now. Beyond that, teeth rotting sweet I guess? Oh and a trigger warning for my rambling, because it’s probably frustrating af, lmao.

Tagging:

My tag list is all out of whack rn. Sorry guys! I’m trying to fix it. If you recently changed urls, let me know, especially if you wanna be tagged, because that’s pretty much what the issue was, a lot of the names I had weren’t working anymore last time I tried to post. Anyway... If you wanna be tagged in my writing, pls go add yourself to the linked doc below or dm/send me an ask to do it. And also, if you’re already on it, but you either changed urls and/or haven’t been getting tagged, pls lemme know. It might be an issue on my end, idk.

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You never meant to say it, let alone blab to a friend backstage that Marko Stunt was quote unquote “Daddy as fuck.” But you did. And you thought you were in a private enough area when it was said that he’d never have a clue you said it, because honestly, you were too afraid to actually... Have the audacity to tell him how you felt.

-- This was not the case. Not only did someone hear it, but that someone was Marko. After he leaned against the wall for a good ten minutes, letting the rush go straight to his head and trying to calm himself down, he started to really think on the magnitude of what he now knew to be true. And how to best use it to get you all to himself because he’d been into you for months. By the time he was in catering, grinning like an idiot, he’d started thinking of lyrics to a song just for you and he’d come up with the perfect plan to make you crack.. To at least get you two interacting more, in any case. See, Marko isn’t exactly the bold kind of guy. He has to know what he wants is a sure thing before that boldness surfaces. And now that he did, well...

It started subtly.. Innocently, even. Subtle brushes against you in hallways and on elevators. Wandering up to you and drawing you into conversations just to make you laugh -and flirt with you, which you were... kind of oblivious too because you’re just that oblivious and he can be that smooth/awkward, depending on how you choose to see it sometimes. Accidentally crashing into your back and pressing himself against you just slightly, chuckling and then daring to whisper against the shell of your ear either an apology, or that you two had to stop meeting like this. Every single encounter left you a dripping confused mess.

-- That daddy sweater he’s got? It started to make so many more appearances. Especially if he were going somewhere and he knew you’d be there. At first, you thought nothing of it. But then a friend pointed out that he’d stopped wearing it until recently. And yeah, the paranoid parts of you did panic just a bit that maybe he’d have heard you the day you spilled your deepest desire to your best friend while hanging out in back. But you quickly managed to reassure yourself that he couldn’t have heard you, because he wasn’t even around at the time....

-- Then he started seeking you out whenever he knew Sammy was filming vlogs. Flirting -and doing some heavy teasing, on camera. Always so touchy. Always quick to get real heated whenever someone tried to push up on you or even take the conversation over a little bit when he was already there and talking to you. And on one particular occasion, he came off exactly like a protective boyfriend when this guy in the hotel lobby wouldn’t leave you the fuck alone and it scared you. Just the way he pulled your back to his chest and put his arms around you... Whispering and laughing against your ear when he muttered with a calm smirk at the other guy, “There you are, baby girl. Thought I lost you. You ready to check into our room?”

-- That was a loooooong night. Filled with many varying racy scenarios flitting about in your mind. Knowing he had the bed across the room did NOTHING to help. If anything, it made things so much worse. So much more intense. Sharing a room with him was both your dream scenario and in this case, sheer torture... Because all the little touching and the flirting and the innuendo? It was amplified by at least ten on this weekend.

The final straw came when he accidentally burst into the bathroom just as you were stripping down for a long hot soak in the huge tub. Both of you froze. You attempted to at least halfway cover yourself, but he crossed the room in a split second, towering over you... It hit you then, every single time you two had an encounter, Marko honestly seemed to be making himself tower over you.

-- His hand raised slowly, lowering your hands from the way they covered your body as best as you could manage. When you locked eyes, there was this almost wild gleam there. You happened to glance down and notice that he was wearing the damn sweater again and that... really did not help the intensity of the situation. You were kind of melting into him, eyes fixed on that shirt, cheeks on fire. “Daddy, huh?” you managed to get the words out.. He chuckled. His hands dropped and long,thin fingers curled beneath your chin to make you look up. “Depends on who you ask, angel.. Am I?” his tongue slipped slowly over his lips and you whimpered, shivering at the gentle way he was touching you and how it was a nice juxtaposition to the firmness in his tone when he asked the question he’d just asked quietly. He repeated himself.. A little firmer. That gleam in his eye was brighter, a lot brighter. He was standing closer now, your back was against the edge of the vanity sink in the bathroom. “Am I?”

-- You couldn’t take anymore. Weeks of teasing and hinting, of his innuendo, they were all leading up to this. When you tried to open your mouth, nothing came out... I mean, aside from the quiet whimper that only grew when his hand lowered, gripping your back and rocking your body right into his. He got this little smirk as he kept inching his mouth closer to yours. “Well? I asked a question, sweetheart... I’m kind of waiting on an answer.”

-- Finally, your daze cleared and you got yourself together enough that you just totally snapped, arms wrapping around his neck, legs wrapping around his waist as you used the grip you had on the back of his neck to pull your mouth into his completely. His tongue swept out, right between your lips. You managed to finally mumble the answer, “If you want to be, yeah. You’re totally daddy. My daddy.”

-- Whew, fuck... the low and throaty growl that came, spilling between your mouths when you said it. He rocked into you harder, rubbing you against him as he did so. “Say it again.” he demanded, a breathy pant against your neck as he sat you on the edge of the vanity....

[librathepheonix13]

Does anybody know where I can find some Marko Stunt and Jack Perry fanfics? I need something to read .

Thanks 😊

[unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin]

Kinktober Day 8; Praise With Marko Stunt

Warnings: once again, it’s Kinktober so smut. You are responsible for your own media consumption

Taglist: @cutierocker202 @rdhester1987 @lghockey @fiskers7136 @peachmango-kombucha @kcloveswrestling @hungmanhorsecarriage @brie-mode-activated @whoneedstoliveinreality @estrella-brillar13

Marko’s lips were chapped against your own as you made out, and his hands were roaming all over you. Your own were tangled in his hair, tugging lightly. When you pulled back you both were breathing heavily. You both were almost naked at this point, you in your bra and underwear and him in his boxers. You reached down to palm him lightly having felt him get hard while making out.

“Can I ride you?” You questioned, making Marko curse under his breath lightly.

“Fuck, ya. If you want to.” He agreed. You stood up from where you were sitting to pull the rest of your clothes off while he pulled his boxers off, stroking himself slowly. You climbed onto his lap lining your self up to him, glancing at his face. “Go ahead.” He encouraged, rubbing your hips.

You slid down slowly, letting out a shaky moan. “Shit, feel so good babe.” You sat down fully, allowing yourself to get used to it before moving slowly.

“Damn, just like that baby. Ride me so good.” He praised as you started to move faster. You set your arms on his shoulders to steady yourself as you continued, feeling his cock hit every part of you perfectly.

“Make me feel so good babe. Good, I love riding you.” You gasped out. Marko’s grip on your hips had tightened as his hips met yours in thrust.

“Look so beautiful taking my cock. Like a damn goddess.” He praised. You leaned down to catch him in a kiss, which he gladly returned. His hips sputtered a bit, letting you know he was getting close. You yourself were close to, feeling the knot in your stomach tightening.

“Marko, I’m close.” You warned against his lips.

“Me to baby. Cum for me, cum like a good girl.” His hand came down to rub tight circles on your clit, which was just enough to push you over the edge. You threw your head back as you came, shaking and gripping onto Marko. He thrust up into you a few times before cumming himself.

After riding out your highs you got off of him, flipping down next to him. He was quick to pull you close, dropping small kisses all over your body. “God I love you.” He whispered.

“I love you too.”

[blueberrycane21]

Surprise Contact

Relationship: Cash Wheeler/Reader

Type: One-shot

Brief requested by theeligrande: Cash Wheeler/Reader have a crush on each other and have history from working at NXT and when he signs with AEW he decides to act on it.

Warnings: Violence (chair shots), light swearing, terrible Tully behaviour, and some brief smut.

Notes: @theeligrande

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AEW Live Event – Jacksonville, Florida – 8:30pm

It had been a rough couple weeks for Cash Wheeler and it reminded him of his NXT days. His match against Jurassic Express had gone from bad to worse and it was all due to Marko’s interference. His training regimen had been unrelenting with Tully as his coach, and it was this match that seemed to push him over the edge.

“Cash! Get the goddamn chair! We need to win this match, or it is over for you and Harwood. You’ll never get gold again!” Tully shouted.

Cash was seeing red. As ever, following the orders of his trainer - he rushed over to the timekeeper’s area, pushing the tables out of the way and into the ringside area. He grabbed a steel chair from the corner and headed to the ring – sadistic intentions clouded his mind, the voice of Tully ringing in his ears.

He entered the ring, steel chair in hand and smashed it into the back of Marko Stunt. Marko cried out in surprise and pain from the unprovoked shot. Cash could not shake the feeling of control Tully had instilled in him and hit Marko again – uncompromising the strikes. He could hear discordant voices echoing but did not seem to process any of them.

Abruptly, Dax slapped Cash immediately breaking out of his trance.

“What the hell are you doing, Cash?” Dax shouted, confusion and concern apparent on his face.

“I was doing what Tully told me to do, I’m sorry. He said it was already planned!”

“What are you talking about? He didn’t tell you to fucking break Marco – look at what you did?”

Cash’s eyes fell from Dax’s face to Marko’s back – now irritated and bruised from the multiple and persistent chair shots.

An unwavering wave of guilt washed over Cash, as Doc Sampson rushed into the ring with Cody following closely behind.

He could not take it anymore and jumped out the ring heading towards the backstage area. However, before he could reach it – Tully came up behind him and whispered, “I knew you had it in you kid, it’s time you stepped on some toes and moved up in the industry.”

Tully’s voice made him feel sick, he felt he had been conditioned for this perverse moment – all for what?

A few steps further and he was face to face with Tony – a grim expression painted on his face.

“You are suspended until further notice, Cash. Your behaviour was absolutely unacceptable – let alone do an unplanned spot. It looks like Marko is seriously injured and you are lucky I do not fire you on the spot. Go home now.”

 “What? This is not what it looks like! I…”

 “Get out, now!”

Cash nodded solemnly, understanding that Tony would not listen to him at the present moment. He eyed Tully with an incredulous look but decided he would deal with this situation at a better time – there was no point trying to get his point across. Head down, he made his way to his hotel room – not looking back.

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Hotel – Room 19 – 10pm

Cash collapsed into the hotel room’s armchair, sighing heavily with frustration, guilt, and anger. He was frustrated with Tully’s indifference and ruthlessness, guilty with what he had just done and anger towards himself for letting it happen.

He pulled out his phone, observing the multitude of notifications he received from all social platforms spewing with hate, confusion, criticism, and scrutiny. This was decidedly the lowest point in his wrestling career, let alone his life.

He turned off the notifications on his phone and let the prolonged silence enter the room. He pulled up his contacts, scrolling down to Dax’s number – hoping he would pick up to let him explain his actions fully and offer his apologies. In the moment, he did not understand the gravity or consequence of his actions but can only wish Marko would forgive him. He clicked the contact but went straight to voicemail.

As he was about to try again, he suddenly noticed your name in his contact list.

Cash wondered how your number ended up here. He opened the contact out of curiosity and saw the message within the notes section - smiling as he read:

‘Yes, I know you will probably be confused if you ever find this contact. The answer to your resounding question is yes, I did indeed take your phone and entered my number while you were in the performance centre. I just wanted to let you that you are an incredible wrestler and friend to me during our time here. As ever if you ever want to talk - call me!’

 He could not believe he never found this. It had been six years since both of you had been in contact with each other ever since you had started training in NXT back in 2013 – around the same time he began. You hit it off right away and enjoyed each other’s company. He was never able to express his feelings for you and always felt melancholy whenever he thought about you years later.

 He thought back to your sparking eyes when you smiled or talked about your interests. Your little mannerisms that you would not realise you would make. Your kindness to others and your unapologetic individuality that he understood you would never compromise. He remembered how fierce, beautiful, intelligent, and tenacious you were in pursuit towards whatever you wished for. He admired you and you admired him. Cash was tired of never striving for what he always wanted, and it was you.

 He pressed the call button and waited for the response.

 “Hello” 

“Hi, it’s me, Cash”

“Cash, is that really you? It has been so long since we have spoken. I’m assuming you found the message then!”

“I did indeed, it was really quite adorable. I miss you”

He heard your breath hitch momentarily after his comment.

“Thank you, I truly meant what I said”, you exclaimed, recovering quickly from Cash’s compliment.

There was a long pause when you both contemplated your next words. There was a resounding yet unexpected comfort in hearing each other’s voices again. It felt as if you spoke yesterday and picked up where you left off – back in the locker room at the performance centre – side by side, knee to knee with your head on his shoulder. You spoke for a few more minutes, catching up on the experiences you had shared and the new ones without each other.

“Where are you now?” Cash asked.

“I’m in Orlando at the moment, we just wrapped up a show here” you said.

“Will you come to me if I asked you too?”

After a seemingly long moment, you responded, “Yes, I would.

“Then come.”

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 Hotel – Room 19 – Midnight

A soft knock on the door broke the silence permeating the hotel room. Cash stood and walked over to it, opening the door, and meeting your eyes. He took you in his arms as you cradled your face in his neck. You embraced each other, leaving words unspoken yet mutually understanding the desire you had towards one another.

“Please…” you whispered.

“Say it”

“I…”

“I need to hear you say it”

“I want you”

“Say it again”

“I want you, Cash”

That was all he needed to hear before crashing his lips onto yours, manoeuvring you inside and against the wall. Cash pushed up against you, closing the gap as he kissed your neck heatedly. You moaned from the pressure, wrapped your legs around his waist and gripped his hair earnestly, willing him to continue. He meets your lips again as he turns and pulls you to the ground pinning your hands above your head. He teasingly settles his knee between your thighs as you arch your hips and begin to shift against him.

He grunts with pleasure and presses your foreheads together as you grind yourself against him. You reach up to kiss him again, your lips meeting hungrily. He breaks away briefly to look at your lust-filled eyes. It was at that moment, when everything was in harmony and realised, you needed him as much as he needed you.

[heelwriting]

Prompt: “I’ve been in love with you for years.”

Fandom: Wrestling, AEW

Pairing: Marko Stunt x Reader

Warnings: None

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 956

Masterlist | Buy Me coffee

Requested by @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch

A/N: This acts as a Part 1 of Jungle Boy's prompt.

Before starting I’ll just apologize in case this is sad or not what you expected, also this is kind of connected to another request, you’ll know by the end.

Throughout the years I wondered around not knowing where I belonged, it wasn’t until I found indi wrestling that I knew were i was meant to be, and no i wasn’t a wrestler but I loved the sense of family that the industry created.

I’d never thought I could be part of something as big and exciting as AEW, I became part of the broadcast team as an interviewer.

Soon I had all this people helping me as mentors and friends, but the guys of Jurassic Express were the closest to me, especially Marko, he was a ball of energy and his lights spirits always helped me through rough days, i knew I could count with him for anything.

But for the most part we ran around backstage causing chaos, I was his sidekick, he was a prankster mastermind, I just came along to help him, especially if Jungle Boy didn’t want to.

I was chatting with Luchasaurus when Marko and Jungle Boy came towards us in a tricycle, we looked at each other and just shrugged, it was another day at the office for us, we didn’t even ask were they got them, but of course they felt the need to explain how they got them from a storage down the street and that the guy from the store was looking for them.

“Hop in”

Marko said after Jungle Boy took off with Luchasaurus.

I put my feet on a bar and my hands on his shoulders as we rode through backstage, he kept going until we hit and end, he actually walked beside me, we sat on the steps in the stadium, he was acting a bit strange, he had gone quiet for a while.

“Can we talk?”

He asked, I nodded a little bit confused.

“Sure”

I said.

He didn’t look at me at first, he was fidgeting with his fingers while he watched ahead as they started to set up the ring, he took off his snapback and started playing with it, that seemed to calm him down of whatever might have been going through his head, I was trying to figure out what was wrong but I just didn’t know, he seemed normal earlier.

After a few minutes he looks at me with his blue eyes, I always compared them with the water at the beach.

“Do you remember when we met?”

He asked.

“Yeah, I was ring announcing that day and you walked in when I was rehearsing, it was embarrassing”

I cringed as I remembered.

“It wasn’t that bad”

He said nudging my arm playfully.

“Don’t lie, I was the worst”

I had to work a lot to get better, that night I was practicing before show time and by the 8th time, I had lost my voice, Marko heard how I was doing and offered to get me tea to soften my vocal cords, I was really thankful for that, and thanks to him I made it through the show, barely but I did and eventually I transitioned into interviews and I was much better at them, and then I got to AEW.

“Maybe, but you are an amazing interviewer”

He said.

“Thank you”

I answered.

“I’ve been in love with you for years.”

He said it out of nowhere just after I finished talking, it was like a bomb had exploded in front of me, my mind went on vacation in that moment, I started putting pieces together and I didn’t know how I didn’t realize before, Marko was always there for me, and I know that’s not equal to having feelings but there was something in the back of my mind that told me this day would come, but it still didn’t prepare me for how to react, what to say.

I coughed to compensate my dry throat, I scratched the back of my neck trying to figure out what I should say.

“Marko…”

He put his hands up so I wouldn’t start talking.

“Before you say anything, I know how you see me, but I want you to know how I see you”

He said as he put a hand over mine, he smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes, it was a sad smile and my heart was breaking for him, I didn’t know what to do to fix it, he was a lovely guy, I just didn’t see him in that way.

“From that day on, you became someone really important to me, I see you as an amazing person, someone who is kind even when they don’t have to be, I see someone who has struggled to find a home and worked hard for everything you’ve achieved, I’m really proud of who you are and I love you”

His eyes were tearing up and so were mine, I hugged him hard.

“I love you, Marko…”

I said on his ear.

“But not in that way, I get it”

He says as we separated, I looked at him and put a hand on his shoulder.

“You are a really good man, I’ll always be grateful to you because you helped me get my life together when I was still a mess, I’m sorry, I wish I could see you as more than a brother”

Still with teary eyes he gave me a smile, a genuine smile, he hugged me one more time before he started walking away.

“I need to go return the tricycle”

He explained.

“Don’t worry”

I said.

He turned around one last time.

“You should probably tell Jungle Boy how you feel about him, you two would make a great couple”

I was speechless and he left laughing, I guess I wasn’t as clever as I though.

He got me.

Originally posted on October 11, 2020

[debbiechanclub]

So You’ve Chosen Death

Pairing: Luchasaurus/Reader

Category: Humor ‘n’ fluff

Word count: 2,655

Thanks for the awesome Luchasaurus request, @lancearcherinrippedjeans! I had so much fun writing this and I hope you love it (I’m so sorry it took so long). OH, and this is the first time I’ve EVER written first person, so I’m pretty proud of myself. Also, I couldn’t help but selfishly give a little cameo to my OC, Alex (*cough*readBestTwoOutofThree*cough*)

Find more of my fics here.

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“I love my job, I love my job, I love my job…” I muttered to myself as I walked through the backstage halls at Daily’s Place, dragging my feet. I should have been ecstatic just to be back—between my injury and the pandemic, I hadn’t worked in months. But these were not—I repeat, NOT—the circumstances under which I’d hoped to return.

I thought back to the previous week. I’d been binge-watching what felt like my thousandth TV series and failing not to eat an entire family size bag of potato chips in one sitting when my cell phone had rung. I’d been so excited to see Cody’s name on my caller ID—so full of hope. It hadn’t lasted long.

“Hello?” I’d immediately answered.

“[Y/N]! How are you?”

“Hey, Cody! I’m doing well. Just trying to stay ready for my big comeback,” I’d said as I hastily tossed the potato chip bag to the other side of the couch. “How are things with you?”

“Things are pretty good with me; thanks for asking. But it’s funny you mention your big comeback, because that’s actually why I’m calling.”

I’d tried not to sound too excited when I’d said, “Oh really?”

“Yup,” he’d said. And then, “You’re all cleared to work, right?”

“Yes!” I’d nodded even though he couldn’t see it. “Totally cleared.”

“Great! We definitely want to get you back ASAP, then. How do you feel about joining a faction?”

My brow had furrowed then. A faction? What faction was there for me to join? Were they creating a new one? Oh god—did they want to put me in the Dark Order?

“[Y/N]?”

“I’m up for it,” I’d returned, pulling myself out of my thoughts. “I’ve never been in a faction before.”

“Great! That’s what I like to hear,” he’d replied. “Well, just come ready to go to Dynamite next week and we’ll fill you in on all the details then.”

“I’m looking forward to it!” I’d said. After all, I’d figured even if they did put me in the Dark Order it’d be better than sitting and doing nothing at home.

But now that I had been filled in on the details, I wasn’t so sure.

My destination was only steps away now; I swore I could feel my feet slowly turning to lead in my shoes as I got closer and closer to the locker room. I stopped in front of the door and reluctantly raised my fist to knock—but before I could, someone jerked open the door. Marko Stunt stared up at me, startled, before his eyes lit up with excited realization. “[Y/N]! You’re here!” He turned and shouted back into the room as loudly as his little lungs would allow. “HEY GUYS! [Y/N] IS HERE!”

He ran back inside, and the locker room door fell closed with a bang. I looked up to the ceiling and prayed to the wrestling gods for strength.

They’d put me in Jurassic Express. The Dark Order would have been better.

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“That was SO SICK!” Marko proclaimed as we all returned to our locker room. “Wasn’t that sick, [Y/N]?”

I blinked as I sat down in front of my bag. Sick wasn’t exactly the word I’d use to describe the match Jungle Boy had just had with Orange Cassidy. Bizarre seemed more appropriate. “Yeah. It was super sick,” I flatly returned.

“Hey, so why’d you go after Alex like that, though?” Jack asked me.

I froze. “Was I… not supposed to?”

“I mean, not really,” he returned. “We were all babyfaces out there. She was just flirting with me as part of a bit.”

“Oh.” I looked down at the carpet, suddenly feeling self-conscious as they all stared at me. “Sorry. You know I was a heel before my injury, so I have to get used to being a babyface.”

“No worries. I thought it was pretty funny, actually,” Luchasaurus… er, Austin chuckled as he took off his mask. “All Alex did was smile and give him a little wave and then bam! You hit her with a running forearm to the back of the head.”

He smiled back at me, and I went stiff in my seat. He had an unexpectedly handsome smile.

“So you’re coming out with us after the show, right?” Marko suddenly asked.

I shook myself out of my daze. “Oh, no. I already have plans with Aerial,” I returned as I picked up my phone and started scrolling through my Twitter mentions. But I could feel it; they were all staring at me again. I looked back up. “Thanks for the invite, though?”

A wide smile broke out over Marko’s face. “Yeah, sure thing. But next week—you’re coming.”

A corner of my mouth quirked up as I looked back down at my phone. I would sooner die.

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As the weeks went by, I got more used to my role with Jurassic Express. Cody had suggested I lean into my feelings as a reluctant but loyal member of the group (because, apparently, it was glaringly obvious that reluctant was exactly what I was; my resting bitch face strikes again). To his credit, it did make things a lot more enjoyable for me. But no matter how many times Marko asked, I still refused to hang out with them outside of work.

“Come on, [Y/N],” he pleaded as we all packed up after filming an episode of Dark. “You have to come out with us at least once.”

“Sorry, I have to wash my hair tonight,” I returned.

“Ha!” Austin let out a loud burst of genuine laughter. I blinked and felt my cheeks start to flush.

Marko rolled his eyes. “You already used that excuse two weeks ago.”

I paused. Had I? I was starting to lose track because he asked so much.

“Maybe [Y/N] just really likes keeping kayfabe,” Jack commented.

“No, I don’t think it’s that,” Austin said. “I think she’s afraid she actually might enjoy herself.”

It sounded like a slight—but there was a smirk on his lips. I froze. Was he… flirting with me?

“Why’s that so scary?” Marko muttered to himself.

I rolled my eyes; he looked like a rejected puppy at the pound. “Fine. I’ll come out for one drink.”

Marko’s entire face lit up. “Really? Yes! This is gonna be the best night ever, I can feel it.”

“One. Drink,” I repeated. I glanced over at Austin. He smirked again and I looked away, my heart thumping in my chest.

********************

We arrived at what Marko said was their usual spot. Admittedly, it wasn’t terrible; it looked like the sort of place I would go with my actual friends. But I wasn’t about to say that out loud.

I was standing at the bar looking at what they had on tap when Austin came up next to me. “What’re you drinking?”

I looked up at him, put on the spot. “Oh, I don’t know. That red ale sounds good.”

He nodded and got the bartender’s attention. “Two of the red ale, please.”

My eyebrows arched. “Oh no, you don’t have to get my drink,” I said; but he waved me off.

“It’s your first time coming out with us; I insist.” He smiled down at me. “But you have to get the next round.”

I pursed my lips. “There won’t be a next round. I said one drink, remember?”

The bartender set our drinks on the bar top. Austin picked them both up and handed one to me. “Sure,” he smirked as he walked back to join Jack and Marko at the booth, and I bit down on my jaw to keep from returning it.

********************

A little while later, Marko and Jack had gone off to play darts. Marko had tried and tried to get me to come with them (again: frickin’ puppy), but the last thing I wanted was for them to see how embarrassing my hand-eye coordination was, so I’d refused. Which had left me in the booth, alone with Austin. It had been awkward at first; but his presence was so friendly and genuine that I had no choice but to relax. That, or it was the beer.

“So, I have to ask,” I started. “How’d you go from getting your master’s degree in medieval history to becoming a pro wrestling dinosaur?”

He let out a loud laugh, just like he had back in the locker room when I’d quipped about having to wash my hair. “I don’t know, the progression seems pretty obvious to me.”

I just sent him a look. He chuckled again.

“I started training while I was getting my master’s,” he explained. “To be honest, I wasn’t actually trying to get anywhere with it; I was just having fun. But then WWE offered me the developmental deal. Long story short, it didn’t work out and I ended up just spinning my wheels for awhile trying to figure out what I wanted to do with my life. That’s when I did Big Brother.”

My eyes widened. “Oh my god, I totally forgot you did Big Brother.”

“Yeah, it was… an experience. I’ll just put it that way,” he said with a grin. “But after that, I got back into wrestling and landed a deal with Lucha Underground. That’s where Luchasaurus was born… and the rest is history.”

My eyebrows arched. I was genuinely fascinated by this man’s life story. It was so unique. “That’s insane… and definitely not an obvious progression.”

“Yeah, I guess not,” he smiled. I had to take a drink to hide my nervousness. “So what about you? How’d you get into the business? I just realized I’ve never actually gotten to know you.”

I gripped my pint glass tighter, suddenly clamming up again. But there was something about the kind and honest expression in his eyes that made me want to open up. I glanced sheepishly down at the tabletop. “Wrestling is the only thing I could ever imagine myself doing, ever since I was kid. It pissed my parents off to no end. They wanted me to at least go to college, but I didn’t see the point. I knew this was what I wanted to do. Luckily, it worked out.”

Austin shook his head. “No, it wasn’t luck. I’ve watched your matches. You’re really talented, [Y/N].”

Butterflies burst in my stomach as my entire face went red. The compliment caught me completely off-guard—and so did the way it made me feel. “Well, this was nice, but I think I’m gonna go,” I said as I abruptly stood from the booth. “Tell Jack and Marko I said bye,” and I ran out of the bar, trying to ignore the thumping of my heart. I could not have a crush on a pro wrestling dinosaur.

********************

The next week, I had a match against Alex on Dark. And, unfortunately for her, I was using it as an opportunity to take out my frustration over The Austin Situation.

Double unfortunately? Austin—er, Luchasaurus—was at ringside.

“Oof!” Alex let out a groan as I kicked her so hard in the stomach that she flew back into the turnbuckle with a thud. I stalked toward her and grabbed her arm, pulling her out of the corner for an Irish whip; but she reversed it and sent me careening across the ring into the opposite turnbuckle.

It only worked to enrage me further.

I turned around and charged—but she stopped me in the center of the ring with a well-placed forearm. I fell to one knee, and she hit me in the back of the head with a step-up enzuigiri. I fell to the mat and she hooked my leg. I kicked out at two.

“Yes!” I heard Austin proclaim from the ring apron. I tried to ignore it.

Alex got to her feet and climbed outside the ropes onto the ring apron, waiting. I knew what she was doing; she was waiting for me to get up so she could hit me with that springboard dropkick of hers. I staggered to my feet, pretending to be more out of it than I actually was; and when I saw her jump up to the top rope, I ran over and hit her with a hard forearm.

Alex fell backward off the ropes—but she didn’t hit the floor. Austin caught her. The momentum caused him to stumble back against the guard rail and he landed on his butt on the floor, Alex sitting in his lap, her arms around his neck, his arms around her waist.

I watched from the ring as she smiled up at him. “Thanks for breaking my fall, big guy,” she said, and she patted his chest as she untangled herself from him.

My eyes narrowed. So you’ve chosen death.

The next thing I knew I’d climbed through the ropes and jumped to the floor. I grabbed Alex by the hair and threw her into the guard rail.

Orange Cassidy, who’d accompanied Alex for the match, casually rounded the corner and walked toward me, his hands in his pockets. But Austin jumped up and stared him down.

Meanwhile, I dove under the ring apron and pulled out a kendo stick.

“[Y/N]! I’m warning you; you’ll get disqualified!” Aubrey shouted from inside the ring; but I didn’t listen. I swung the kendo stick back and hit Alex hard across the back with a loud thwack!

She let out a cry of pain as she arched her back and tried to get away. “That’s it! Ring the bell!” Aubrey ordered, and the timekeeper started furiously ringing the bell as I continued to stalk her. Orange stepped in my way. I lifted the kendo stick again, threatening to hit him, too—but Austin grabbed it out of my grip.

“[Y/N], what are you doing?” he asked.

Dasha called the match before I could respond. “And your winner by disqualification, Alex Hawthorne!”

I stared back at Austin, suddenly hyper-aware of what I’d done—and why I’d done it. I turned and sprinted up the ramp, ignoring the butterflies teeming in my stomach. But he was hot on my heels.

“[Y/N], wait!”

I don’t know why, but I stopped just inside the Gorilla curtain. When I turned around to look at Austin, his eyes were soft behind his mask.

“What the hell was that out there?”

I stared up at him. Maybe it was the adrenaline, but it all just came spewing out like word vomit. “I saw Alex sitting in your lap and got jealous, okay? And then I got pissed at myself for getting so jealous over something so stupid, so I just grabbed a kendo stick to end the fucking match. That’s it.” I turned and tried to storm off again; but he caught my arm.

“Wait, wait, wait,” he said. “Did you say you got jealous?”

I looked sheepishly at the floor. Was he really going to make me do this? “Yes,” I mumbled as if my mouth was full of marbles.

“What?”

“Yes!” I burst, clearly that time. “I got jealous, okay? Are you gonna make me say it again?”

“No, I heard you that time,” he said. “But you shouldn’t be jealous. I mean, Alex is pretty; but I have my eye on someone else.”

He smirked down at me, and there was no possible way I could ignore the butterflies then. “Oh,” I said as I looked away again, nervously fidgeting under his gaze. “Well, that’s cool I guess. Cool, cool, cool.”

He took a step closer. “So, you want to get a drink tonight?”

I looked back up at him. And, for the first time in weeks, I didn’t want to come up with an excuse to say no. I smiled. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

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Not Me

ICBeing The Elite Part 4, click HERE for previous parts

Pairings - Chuck Taylor x OC, Adam Page x OFC, Marq Quen x OFC x Cash Wheeler

Category - A bit on the angsty side today folks, still some fluff, comedy and a BIT of sexual content

Warnings/Promises - Cussing like always, crying?

Word Count - 2234

Summary/Desc - Gabby and Kenny argue, like always. Bri and Cash continue to meet up, but do they get caught? Parker and Chuck get into a huge argument, will it effect their relationship?

This chapter will not feature any BTE segments due to this is a VERY important part today.

ALSO, today we’re featuring @kploveswrestling​ ‘s OC, Alex Hawthorne!!!!! This is really exciting and I hope I used her well!

My (little bitty) Tag List - @neversatisfiedgirlfics​​

“Please Parker! That would be so cute if we were out there together!” Parker had heard it all week, Alex trying to convince her to go out and be at ringside during The Best Friends match. “Alex, you can support your man, I’ll support mine backstage.”

Alex shook Parker’s shoulders, “Pleeeeaasseeee?” Parker took her hands, “How about, you go find your man Trent, he probably has Sour Patch Kids waiting for you...and a kiss.” Alex rolled her eyes as she turned away, “Way to make us sound cheesy, Park.” “You’re welcome!”

She was suddenly startled when she felt hands snake around her waist, she turned her head to see her boyfriend, Chuck. “Hey stupid.”

“Hello bighead.” He returned. “Are you ready for your match tonight?” He put his chin on her head, still hugging her, “Yeah, you should be at ringside with Alex though.” Parker tried her best to put on a genuine voice, “Maybe next time. We’ll let Trent and Alex get the cute couple spot this week.”

Chuck spun her around, “You know that we always have that spot.” Parker grinned, “Oh stop it.” Chuck just smirked looking at her, “You’re so pretty when you smile.”

Parker looked down and hid her face, “I am not.”

The mood suddenly changed, especially with Chuck, “You gotta stop doing that.” Parker looked up, brow arched, “Doing what?” “I don’t know, dodging all the compliments. Suddenly feeling weird whenever I hug you. And just not being confident with yourself or the relationship.”

Parker suddenly got angry, “Well I’m sorry that I can’t control it! Why don’t you focus on your match in 10 minutes instead of me!” Not too far away were Gabby and Bri, watching the situation unfold.

“It’s just, it’s like you don’t even want to be with me!” He argued back, Parker just shook her head, “Why does it matter? You’re gonna get what you want from me then leave!” “What?!”

“Gabby what’s gonna happen?” Bri whispered. Gabby shook her head, worried look on her face, “Something tells me that Parker is gonna do something stupid.”

“Parker, all I want you to accept is that I want to be with you and you’re beautiful! But you’re too fucking insecure to admit that!” Chuck yelled, finally stating his mind.

Tears brimmed Parker’s eyes, fists clenched, “Y’know what? Fuck this. I’m done.” She walked past him, fast and angrily. “So this is how it’s gonna end?” Chuck called out.

Gabby grabbed Parker’s arm while she was walking, “Parker wait-” “Get the hell off me Gabby, I’m not in the mood.” She said fast, pulling her friend's arm off. “What’s wrong with her?” Bri questioned, watching Parker leave. “I don’t know. At all.”

Gabby was standing around backstage after the incident when she felt a tap on her shoulder. “Gabby?” Said Anna Jay, in ring gear. “Hey!” “Hey! So I’m coming out with Dark Order tonight and I thought it would be cool if you came out with Adam and Kenny.” That night Adam and Kenny had a title match against Brodie Lee and Evil Uno. “Omg I love the idea. I’ll for sure ask Adam.” Gabby said with excitement in her voice.

The fans knew about her from BTE and from Adam posting them every once in a while, so it would get a Twitter pop. “Ok cool. Hope to see you out there!” Anna said before walking away.

 20 minutes later

 Gabby walked into Adam and Kenny’s locker room, hair in a half up half down tied up with a blue ribbon, Kenny and Adam’s merch on with blue jean shorts matching it with her Doc. Martin boots. “Damn bae.” Adam looked her up and down while in the middle of lacing his boots. “Look babe, Anna had this amazing idea that I came out there with you guys tonight, and I’m already ready sooo-“ Gabby Motioned her hands down her body showing off her outfit. ”Yea whatever. Bring yourself over here.” “Gladly.” Gabby smirked.

 10 minutes later

 “I’m nervous Adam.” Gabby shouted over Dark Order’s entrance music. Her anxiety was starting to come but she wouldn’t let it stop her for once in her life. Adam pulled Gabby in, hooking his hand around her waist, something he knew calmed her. “You got it, just go and ya know, be yourself.” Adam smiled. Not even 7 feet away, Kenny was standing there with a confused face, wondering what the fuck gabby and Adam were talking about. Shortly after Hangman’s music hit, Adam walked out 1st, then Gabby. She saw Joey out in the crowd which calmed her anxiety the whole time. Then Kenny’s music hit and the match started.

 After Match

”Man what the fuck was that?” Kenny spat out. “Was what Kenny?” Adam was confused by his problem. “Y’know, ever since Gabby’s been around you’ve been different, like no one thought to tell me she was coming out?” “Well my bad Kenny, geez I don’t know what your problem is with me!” Gabby shouted. Kenny let out a light smile “You don’t know my problem? Bullshit Gabby! You and I both know what my problem is!”  “Um, is there anything I should know?” Adam looked at them both concerned and confused. “It’s not even like that Adam. Fuck this I’m going to go find my friends.” Gabby angrily walked away, not wanting to hear anymore of Kenny’s complaining.

 “You know I have to go find Marq.” Bri mumbled against Cash’s skin. “Or you could stay here. That’s possible.” Bri stood up, putting her shirt on, “He’s gonna be looking for me. And we can’t keep doing this. Backstage at least.”

 “I mean, we could. But if it means I get more time before the show or after the show, I’m fine with it.” Bri rolled her eyes, looking towards the mirror to touch up her makeup. Cash appeared behind her in the mirror, kissing her neck. “Cash...stop. I gotta find Marq.” “One more round?” She smirked, and shrugged her shirt off, turning back to Cash.

 He backed her up till she fell back on the couch, before he climbed on top of her, kissing her deeply. They were so in the moment that they almost didn’t notice her phone ringing, she looked at it when her eyes widened and she pushed the man off her, “It’s Marq!” She stood up and answered the phone, “Hey cutie.” “What’s up gorgeous?” “Oh uh, nothing much. Where are you?”

 “Precisely, Isiah and I are about two turns away from the hallway where all the tag team locker rooms are.” Bri freaked out hearing that sentence and blurted out, “Oh! I’m uh..right by there! I’ll see you in a sec!” She hung up the phone without any other word. She ran towards her shirt, put it on, quickly fixed up her hair and wiped away any smudged makeup.

 “Catch you later hot stuff.” Cash called out, “Bye handsome.”

 She had walked out in the hallway and sat in a chair like she had been there for a while, she heard the familiar voices of Marq and Isiah in the middle of conversation. She stood up and plastered a smile on your face, “Hey you.” Marq pulled her in for a hug, when Isiah stared daggers at her from behind his back.

 They pulled away when Marq kissed her, “Is that new chapstick?” “Uh, yeah.”

 “It tastes great,” He looked Bri over when he asked, “Why is your shirt inside out?” She looked down at her shirt when she looked back up at Marq with a confused face, and Isiah with an expression that said ‘you’re a cheating bitch’. “Oh uhm, Parker spilled her blue slushie on me, so I just turned it inside out. It’s velvet on both sides anyway.”

 Isiah scoffed, “Oh yeah, Parker’s always spilling something. Unfortunately not secrets.”

He looked Bri up and down before walking away. 

“What’s his deal?” Bri asked, trying to pretend she didn’t know. “I don’t know. Maybe a bad Vodka Cranberry.”

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The day ended for everyone at Daily’s Place. And one of the first two people to leave? Adam and Gabby.

“So Gabby.” Adam said, hands on the steering wheel. The couple were heading to the hotel for the night. “Yeah Adam?” “What was up earlier, y’know with Kenny?” Adam asked. “I don’t know what’s up Adam.” Gabby said, irritated that he was asking her and not Kenny. 

He grabbed her hand holding it in lock while driving with one arm, “Gabby I love you, so much. And I’m hoping you're not hiding something from me.” Confused Gabby let go of his hand “The fuck you mean by that, whatever your tryna say here I don’t get it!” She shouted.

“Babe I’m not tryna say anything, calm your ass down.” Adam said in a demanding tone, something he knew Gabby liked. 

He followed up with “You looked fine as hell out there tonight, and I don’t want you mad. So don’t be, please?” Adam reached for her hand again. Being the clingy person she was, she didn’t push back. she held his hand tighter in comfort, “I fucking adore you Adam. Don’t ask me dumb stuff anymore though. Because then I’ll have to fuck you up.” she smiled at him. 

“Not like I’ma fuck you up once we get to this hotel.” Adam smirked. She rolled her eyes at him, “Too tired for your needy ass, a lot happened today.” He placed his hand on her thigh sending a message only Gabby would understand. “Bet.” Gabby smirked at Adam as their car ride continued.

Back at the arena many people were still packing and some were starting to leave. One person, Parker, was yelling at the Lyft driver for being 20 minutes late. And already fragile from the night's previous events, she couldn’t help but cry while doing so, “I just need to get to my hotel!” She paused listening to the person on the other line, “Y’know what, have a good fucking night, sir. I hope you drive your car off a pier!” She hung up the phone, and paced back and forth, wondering what she should do next.

So she did the first thing that came to mind, and that was to kick a street light, with her slides on.

“Fuck!” She screeched, holding her foot. “Parker?” She looked over at Alex and Trent, all their bags in hands, looking at the person in front of them like a psycho. “Look, if you’ve just come to question me about my fight with Chuck then just leave okay?!” Alex walked towards her and put a friendly hand on her shoulder, “Hey, it’s fine, we know it was...intense. Do you want a ride? It’s Chuck free.” Alex smiled lightly at that last part, trying to make her friend laugh.

Parker nodded and she gathered her stuff, walking towards their car.

Parker knew that if she even started speaking, she would break down crying. So for most of the ride she just sat looking at her knees, numb look on her face. The car came to a halt when Trent looked back at her, “We’re here.”

They all walked in the lobby and Alex turned towards her before heading to the check in desk, “If you need anything, room B145. As long as it’s not at 3 am.” They smiled at each other before the two walked away.

She now had nowhere to stay for the night, so she texted a friend, hoping they would agree to sharing a room. She saw a figure standing in front of her, and she looked up, seeing Chuck.

“So what? Are we done?” He asked, still confused.

She held back tears as best as she could, “Look, you need someone who will know that you love them, who will accept your compliments. That’s not me.” “But if that’s what you’re worried about then we can work on it, just please...Parker,” He held up a hand to put on her cheek but she stepped away. “Chuck..you’re perfect. And there are beautiful women and handsome men all over the world. One of them is for you. A person who can’t even handle being called your “whatever” isn’t for you.”

“You are for me! Why are you second guessing it?” “Chuck...you said it yourself. I’m too insecure.”

“You know I didn’t mean it like that.” “Yes..yes you did. What’s gonna happen when you first say you love me? You probably couldn’t even say it without me refusing to believe it.”

Chuck didn’t say anything, he just stood there, sad look on his face.

“I’m sorry, Chuck. I think it’s just better for both of us if we aren’t together.”

She walked towards the elevator to go up to her friends’ room. Tears spilling out her eyes the whole way, yet still staying silent. Parker knocked on the door, it took a second and the sounds inside stopped suddenly, but when Marko opened the door and Austin looked out from one of the beds, they were not expecting a wreck.

“Woah, what happened?” Marko asked, letting her in. She shook her head, Austin appeared next to the two, concerned about the situation, “You gotta tell us, man.”

Parker blinked and took a deep breath, and said a sentence she never wanted to say.

“We broke up.”

Bit of technical difficulties today folks! But we got it out!

[tache-noire]

Kinktober Day 1: Marko Stunt/Luchasaurus + Oviposition

[slaps wrestler] you can fit so many eggs in this little guy

[blackmultifan]

Weird

Jungle Boy x reader (female)

Fluff

“Please leave me alone” I beg Marko. I knew I shouldn’t have told Marko that I liked Jungle Boy. All day he’s been annoying me to confess my love to him.

“He probably already knows since everyone else pretty much does,” Marko states. “What do you mean, everyone?” I question, stomping in my tracks.  

“Well, I appreciate you trusting me enough to tell me that you like Jb but, it was pretty obvious y/n” he tells me. 

“How obvious are we talking?” I ask.  

“Well, every time he’s around you get all weird and awkward.” Marko says

“I do not!” I said. Just as I was defending myself, luchasaurus walked down the hall.

“What are you two talking about?” He asks.

“Y/n likes Jungle Boy” 

“MARKO!” I screeched.

“Doesn’t everybody know that?” Lucha asked, confused. EVERYBODY! 

“Told ya” Marko gloats. I was about to respond when Jungle Boy appeared through the curtain. 

“Hey, What are you guys talking about?” He asked, wiping the sweat off his face. 

“SpOrTs” I said quickly. “Football, to be specifically.” I laugh

“...ok?” he laughs. “Well, have fun?” He says, walking away. 

Marko looks at me trying to hold in his laughter.

“Don’t. Even. Start.” I said, heading towards the locker rooms hearing Marko start uncontrollably laughing.

“I TOLD YOU, YOU GET WEIRD!” He yells at me. 

I guess I do get weird. Fuck!

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One In a Million Chapter 1: Hello New Friend

TW: bad family life (mention of being disowned)

Chapt 2 here

"Hello, New Friend. Where have you been all my life?"

Also: If you've read my Dark Angel of the Bullet Club series, please note that the Emery in THIS fic is a completely different person and is in no way connected to Dark Angel. TY.

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May 23, 2019 – Paradise, Nevada – 2 Days Before Double or Nothing

Emery stared dejectedly through the glass, as if her sad eyes would make the candy fall from its stuck position. She had already tried shaking the heavy machine, and hitting the glass but to no avail.

“Go effin figure,” she sighed, turning around and walking to the opposite wall 6 feet away. She spun around slowly and slid down the wall, sitting in a heap on the floor with her knees tucked against her chest.

“I get disowned for following my dream… then the airport loses my luggage… a taxi splashes me with street water… the hotel loses my reservation… and now this,” she thought, tears pricking at the corners of her brown eyes. Emery stared unseeingly at the package of MSMs, swallowing the lump in her throat. She wouldn’t cry. She couldn’t.

Emery had no idea how long she sat there, staring at the vending machine. Out of the corner of her eyes, she could see people passing by down the halls. She could hear people both inside the hotel and outside in the hot Las Vegas sun. The shower of rain that transpired only two hours ago long since dried up.

“Was this a mistake?” Emery began to wonder,” Ever since I was little… watching people like Jeff and Matt Hardy, Lita… Eddie Guerrero… Rey Mysterio… wrestling was all I ever wanted to do. I saved up money to put myself in classes… to learn… I’ve been on independents… I’ve improved… But my parents… they don’t care… They want me to be like my brother… my sister… A lawyer, doctor or a teacher. Something that is important… but this is important… to me…”

She was so lost in her train of thought, she didn’t notice the man walking down the hall, slow down and come to a stop as he stared at the vending machine for a second. He looked across the hall from the machine to her, and back again.

“Need a hand?” he asked, slightly timidly.

“Hmm?” She questioned, coming out of her trance, noticing his presence,” Oh… No. Don’t worry about it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” Emery sighed,” I’ve tried. I think fate is trying to tell me I’m making a huge mistake because my luck has been total shit today.”

The young-looking man seemed to take in her appearance, glancing at the candy bar stuck between the glass and the pushers, before giving a determined huff.

“Then you definitely need this.”

Without hesitation, he slammed his whole entire body against the machine, causing Emery to look at him, wide-eyed.

“No—really! It’s okay—”

Again, he slammed his smaller frame against the machine, almost like he didn’t hear her.

“Really- I don’t want you to hurt yourself—"

“C’mon you stupid machine! Drop the fucking candy!” he growled, completely ignoring Emery as he slammed himself against the glass pane one more time. A small thud came from the machine as the brown bag of MNMs finally fell to the bottom. Emery watched as he bent down and retrieved them, then walked over and held them out for her to take, a shy smile on his face.

“Here.”

“Thank you,” she smiled back, truly grateful,” Do you like MNMs? I’ll share them with you, as thanks.”

“Don’t worry about—”

“No, really. Please?”

“Uh… okay. Sure. Thanks,” he nodded, sitting down beside her as she tore open the package and dumped some into his hand,” I’m Marko, by the way.”

“Hmm? Oh! Right—sorry. I’m Emery.”

“Really pretty name,” Marko said, before ducking his head with a blush, chewing the chocolate bits.

“Thanks,” she replied, a soft smile on her face. Maybe something was finally going good? Maybe her luck wasn’t as shit as she thought.

“Are you from around here?” Emery asked him, causing him to look back up at her.

“Nah, I’m from Mississippi. You?”

“Tennessee.”

“Get out! What part?”

“Union City, on the north border. You?”

“Olive Branch, on the north border. Just before you reach Tennessee, actually.”

“I think I’ve heard the name before, actually. What brings you to Nevada? If—if you don’t mind my asking.”

“Nah, you’re cool. I’m here for work, actually. I was asked by this wrestling company to do a match for their show—”

“Wait--! Do you mean All Elite?”

“Yeah!” Marko nodded, surprise and excitement radiating off of him,” Are you here to watch the show?”

“Kind of, like… I’m here for it too. I got a call asking if I wanted to do a match on their pre-show before the Live one.”

“Woah—wait. You wrestle?!” The excitement building between the two of them was growing. They now sat facing each other instead of side by side. Emery’s shit luck is long forgotten. Marko’s worry about his foot injury, and not being ready to wrestle tonight has long been forgotten.

“Yeah! You too?”

Emery gave a nod,” Yeah. I… I tried out for WWE last year but they turned me down, which is okay… but now…”

Now I have no family…

“What’s wrong?” Marko asked, noticing her instant mood change.

“It’s… it’s nothing…” An awkward silence broke out between the two, until Marko suddenly stood up, extending her his hand.

“Come on!”

“W-where are we going?” Emery asked, sliding her hand into his as he effortlessly pulled her up to her feet and began leading her down the hall.

“To the casino floor!”

“C-can you legally gamble?”

Marko stopped short and turned around to face her.

“I’m 22 years old.”

“R-really?”

“Yes,” Marko frowned.

“You get that a lot, don’t you? Because of the baby-face thing?”

“More because of my height, actually.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I’m so short, so I must be a kid.”

“I’m sorry,” Emery apologized, causing Marko to look at her curiously.

“Why?”

“It sounds like it gets annoying… tiring… having people constantly pick at you because of that.”

“I mean… yeah. It can be… I try not to let it, but…”

They stood there, hands still locked together, silence falling between them again.

“So… what were we gonna do then?” She attempted to change the subject.

“Oh! Right!” Marko smiled, as he picked back up by leading her through the halls, through the casino. Eventually, they stopped and Marko looked over at her.

“I’ve found that almost all of these casinos have game rooms! Come on! I bet you I’ll beat you at every game here!”

At least my card still works.

“You’re on!” Emery accepted, scrunching her nose playfully.

This… this was going to be a beautiful friendship.

[yellow----daisy]

Here's a Sammy/Marko fic I just wrote that takes place after the vlog where Marko goes crazy and kidnaps Sammy and Griff

Enjoy

Being Forgiven

Marko was in his hotel room sitting on the edge of the bed staring at the floor with a blanket around his shoulders. He just came back from that damn lake of reassurection and a shower and was truly realizing what the actual fuck he just did. He tried to seriously hurt four people he cared about, because he was being insecure about his relationship?? He had no reason to be so insecure. He knew Sammy loved him, yet when he saw him with Griff so often something in him just...snapped. Maybe Sammy's Matt Hardy obsession spreaded to him only he was obsessed with Sammy instead. He didn't know. Whatever it was, he didn't like it. His own creepy voice played in his head over and over. He never spoke like that in his life. He was embarrassed and ashamed of himself.

His thoughts were interrupted when Sammy emerged from his own shower. He was fully dressed minus shoes but his hair was still wet. "You doing ok?" He asked, sitting next to him on the bed. Marko shook his head and refused to look at Sammy. Sammy sighed and hugged his boyfriend from the side. "You know I forgive you right? There's very little things you could do to turn me away."

"I know…" Marko managed to choke out. "It's just...I'm upset at myself. I almost seriously hurt people I care about because I was insecure about us. I should've just talked to you about it and I didn't. I don't even know why I went as far as I did. I saw you with Griff so often and something just...came over me." A few stray tears fell down Marko's face. "I don't even have a reason I was so insecure. I just began to think...what if I'm not giving back enough? What if I'm not doing enough? What if I'm pushing you away into another man's arms? And before you say anything, I know all the answers to that. I know I'm making up fake scenarios. I know it's all in my head but…"

"Marko look at me." Sammy said, scooting back a bit so he could see him better. Marko looked up, more tears falling down his cheeks. "It's ok that you feel this way. There's nothing wrong with having insecurities. It's what you do with those insecurities that determines the type of person you are. While what you did was terrifying, and you should've talked to me, I did the same stuff to you for weeks. Minus the kidnapping. In a way, I got what was coming to me. I wouldn't trade you for the world or any other planet. I'm more than willing to move past this and forgive you if you're willing to talk to me more about stuff like this. If you can forgive me three times for the shit I've pulled, there's no reason for me not to do the same. You're a great friend and a fantastic boyfriend. I'll make sure you won't forget it."

Marko smiled a little and wiped his eyes. "Thanks Sam. And I can promise, you'll never see a crazy Marko like that again."

Sammy returned the smile then gently kissed Marko on the lips. Marko, feeling tired and a little drained, laid his head on Sammy's chest, to which the spanish God wrapped his arms around him. They say there in silence for a while, Marko letting out the last of his cries, until he was ready to sit up and drop the blanket from his shoulders. It was late so they decided to actually lay in the bed and watch a little TV before falling asleep.

Marko adored moments like these. Simply sitting and enjoying something as simple as a tv show with the lights off at night with the man he loved more than anyone. They were simple and small, but everything was large to Marko. Sammy even played with his hair halfway through the first episode they watched, and Marko nearly melted in his arms. He never told anyone, but when people—especially Sammy—played with his hair, he was like a dog who was being scratched in The Spot. Simply in heaven.

That was the last thing Marko remembered before he went to sleep.

The next morning everyone continued their day like last night never happened. Even Kip, Penelope, and Griff. It seemed they forgave Marko as easily as Sammy did. And damn was he lucky for that. He felt like he didn't deserve it. Man is this really how Sammy felt when he pulled that crazy Matt Hardy shit and drove Marko insane?

Either way, what was done was done and Marko spent most of the day with Sam, making sure to have some physical contact with him, whether it was hand holds or shoulder bumps.

Sammy decided to end the day with a little surprise. He was done with his aew duties first, and immediately went to run some errands, leaving Marko a note to meet him in their hotel room when he was finished. It was about half an hour later when Marko came back to the room. It was now dimly lit with green lights, Marko's favorite color, and heart chains strung on the walls. Sammy and Marko's song played on a bluetooth speaker and Sammy stood in the middle of the room, slightly dressed up. Nothing overly fancy, just a nice shirt and pants, but it did the job.

"Sam...what is this?"

"I figured you and I could end the day with a little dance. You still seemed like you could use some cheering up and proper romantic time."

"Sam….that's so sweet! You didn't have to do all this."

"But I wanted to. Anything for my fun sized boyfriend." He kissed Marko's cheek which made him giggle.

"Let me shower first. I'm gross."

"Fair enough."

After Marko's shorter than usual shower, he put on the nicest clothes he packed with him which wasn't all that nice and Sammy held his hand out to greet Marko with. Marko giggled again as he took it, being pulled in close to Sammy's chest. They had a beauty and the beast style position, their hands being held on one end while Marko's free hand rested on Sammy's shoulder and Sammy's on Marko's waist.

"You know neither of us can dance right?"

"Doesn't mean we can't try."

"Lead the way then Sam."

The two began to twirl around and dance as long as the song let them. And it really was a lot of twirling cause that's all they could do besides move side to side. It showed how little they've danced, but they enjoyed it nonetheless. When the song ended, they both stared into each others eyes with pure love before locking each other in a soft kiss. It lasted for a while, neither having the courage or will power to pull away. If Oxygen didn't get in the way, they'd still be kissing.

"That was….horrible. But in the best kind of way. Thank you Sammy. This was way too sweet of you to do."

Sammy shrugged. "What can I say? A god knows how to treat their partners."

"I can debunk that but I'll let you carry on."

"How?"

"Zeus."

"Oh right."

Marko leaned up and kissed Sammy's cheek. "Now come on, I'm tired and want out of these clothes."

"Don't gotta ask me twice." Sammy said, immediately going to the bathroom while taking his shirt off. Once they were in PJs, they both immediately crashed onto the bed and fell asleep in each other's arms. They probably should've cleaned up the small mess they made but, eh, they'd do it in the morning before leaving. Right now, all they worried about was sleep and the other man laying in their arms. Adulting priorities can come later.

[snarkandsarcasmftw]

fanfiction asks! 5, 10 (for Into the Woods with Drew!), 17, 21, and 41!

AHHH DOE I LOVE YOU.

5. If you had to choose a favourite out of all of your multi chaptered stories, which would it be and why? 

Oh no, I literally can’t choose anything ever. Actually, yeah I can. In this case I’m gonna go with Wild Side, my Hangman x exotic dancer!OFC. If it goes the way I have planned and I don’t just stop altogether with it, I can really see that one being interesting (and a little angsty.. okay maybe a lot angsty.. anyway) 

10. In your xxx fic, why did you decide to end it like that? Did you have an alternative ending in mind?

I think with In The Woods Somewhere, it was both me not knowing exactly how much longevity the story really had and writers block. I got really busy towards the end with IRL holidays approaching and I ended it in the most satisfactory way I could at the time because I was determined to at least finish one mini series before 2020. I actually did have an alternate ending! Originally, I was toying with having Carlie go back to the city but having their bond be so powerful that Carlie couldn’t stay away. I was also going to end it with a like... vignette of ‘christmas 2020′ and have Carlie be living with Drew in the cabin and be expecting their first child. But all that got scrapped when I thought I’d be going back earlier than I actually did to visit family.

17. Post a line from a WIP that you’re working on.

Haha, omfg, y’all and spoilers. I see you. I love you. Okay, this is from the second version of a fake fic title I got recently. With Joey Janela.

(if y’all follow me for other fandom stuff and don’t know who he is, here.. have a gif. )

“ What is it about her, I mean.. Yeah, she’s hot. Blah, blah, blah.” Hazel rolled her eyes and suck popped a gum bubble, continuing to watch Penelope Ford intently. The funniest part about all this was the look on her face.

Try picturing that look you get when you give a baby sour candies and multiply that by ten. It made Marko Stunt burst into laughter from nearby, tapping her lower leg lazily because it was reclined on the wall next to his head and in his reach. When Hazel nearly slid out of the chair, she glared at him, resting on the floor on her back, propped up by her elbows as she continued to rant after telling Marko calmly, “Don’t interrupt me, I’m being a salty bitch.”

[unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin]

Can I request a headcanon of what dating Marko Stunt is like? My man gets no love ❤️

I got you my dear😊

Marko is the sweetest person in the world to his s/o

Absolutely loves to cuddle by just wrapping himself around you

He’s pro my the type to stay in for date night, just like enjoying a move with some takeout is his Paradise

If you’re not a wrestler he would fly you out all the time to be at events ���

You’re close with all his friends, jungle boy, Sammy, luchasorus, etc

He likes to buy you his merch just so he can show you off in it

He’s super into pda

Loves you and want the world to know

You’re both pretty competitive, which is fun with video games and other stuff

Man is the definition of gentleman on the streets, freak in the sheets.

He’ll win your mom over with, and later that night fuck you into oblivion.

Lots of jealous sex

Can eat you out/give head like no ones Business

Music is a huge part of how he expresses his love to you

Likes to teach you little bits of music in the guitar

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