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I'm old. So whenever I see Jack Perry, I see his dad. And it sucks that Luke isn't here to see the kind of stuff his kid has gotten to do.
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100% agree with everyone saying TK should wear a neck brace for the NFL draft tomorrow. Commit to the bit, Tony.
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In Need For A Hug
Pairing: Hook x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Fluff!
Word Count: 1,457
Summary: When Hook looses his FTW Title, he becomes distant from you, but after nights of being alone, he finally comes back to you.
A/N: Tbh I'm not really into AEW that much anymore. BUT, I'll try to keep writing for it. Anyways, Hope You Enjoy!
"1, 2, 3!"
*Ding, Ding, Ding*
He lost.
Hook just lost his title.
Boos erupted around the arena as Powerhouse Hobbs snatched the title out of Bryce's hands. He quickly left the ring and retreated up the ramp with his team, the Don Callis Family.
They just helped him win and Hook was pissed. Pissed at the fact he let them get away with it. He was ready, he knew they would come out eventually, but he was so focused on Don that he didn't see Hobbs from behind.
After laying on the mat for almost 3 minutes fans cheered for Hook as he slowly got up. He had his classic blank look on his face, but if you looked really deeply into his eyes, you'll see the hurt he's feeling.
Hook walked out the ring and backstage, ignoring the calls of his Dad who left the commentary table. "Hook! Son, come here!" He still ignored him, walking forward to his locker room.
You sat on the couch, mouth open in shock. Hook was just telling you how ready he was to fight more than one person, but he was clearly distracted and that caused him to lose.
The door practically busted open as Hook instantly went to his duffel bag to get some sweats before heading for the shower, but you stopped him with the call of his name. "Hook? He paused as he lifted a shirt, turning to look at you.
"Are you okay? I know you must be feeling very-" You stopped talking when he walked away, closing and locking the bathroom door. You sat back down on the couch and then the sound of the shower coming on made you let out a sigh.
He really was upset.
About 10 minutes later a couple of small knocks hit the door. You got up and opened it, seeing Taz standing there with his signature shades on. "Hey there, kid. You talk to Hook?"
You sadly shook your head at his question. "No. He ignored me and went to the bathroom to wash up." Taz nodded his head, looking near the bathroom door and that's when he saw Hook standing there dressed in some black sweats and a HOOK shirt.
"Aye, you okay? I know title loss can be a hard thing, but you'll get it back. Trust." Hook scoffed under his breath. He didn't want to get it back, he should've never lost it in the first place.
"I'm tired." He uttered out, grabbing his duffel bag and walking out the room, bumping into you and his father. You both watched him as he walked down the hall and through the parking lot door.
Your hands fell on your thighs as you let out a loud breath. "Well, he's tired. I'll see you next week, Taz." You said, giving him a smile and walking to the parking lot.
You went to the car and Hook was already in, sitting in the passenger's seat, his bag already in the backseat. "You got everything?" You asked as you started the car. You got nothing, but silence.
“Alright, I guess so." You muttered to yourself, pulling out and getting on the road.
The whole 20 minute drive was sort of awkward. Every time you tried to talk to him you would get a silent response or even a side eye.
You would say, 'Okay' or. 'Anyways' to break off the awkward silence, but it didn't work. There was no music being played, not talking, not even a touch, just the sounds of the outside world.
It would've been peaceful if the tension wasn't so thick.
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23 minutes later, you were pulling into the driveway of your shared house. Instead of going to a hotel and having to get up to drive home, you decided to come home to save sleep time, gas, and your time.
Hook opened the door and grabbed his bags and made a b-like for the bedroom. You sighed and got out of the car. This was gonna be a long night.
A long night it was. Hook didn’t say ‘goodnight,’ he didn’t give you a kiss, nor did he cuddle you to sleep like he always does. You felt empty. Lonely without his touch and that’s how it went on for the rest of the week.
Before you could wake up Hook was already out of bed and into the gym. You know why he’s up so early, but sometimes you want him to still stay in bed with you, hold you for a while, but he’s so focused on getting that belt back that it’s taking over his mind.
This morning was like no other. You were in the kitchen, making your cup of coffee when the sound of the front door opened. You looked and saw Hook walking in, sweaty, his shorts clinging onto his legs.
“Oh, good thing you’re here, the sink has been acting up since last night. I think something’s wrong.” You announced your worries, but Hook ignored you as he kept walking to the bedroom
“Hook.” You called, following him.
You forgot about the sink issue and when you went to use it this morning water sprayed EVERYWHERE, and you were pissed. That’s when you knew it needed to be fixed.
“Hook. I’m talking to you!” You called once more as he reached the bathroom. “Stop ignoring me!” You said and Hook quickly whipped around. “Shut up and get out my face.”
You felt your body freeze as he said that. The way he sounded. He’s never sounded this rude before and especially not to you.
Before you could have time to process what he said, the door was harshly slammed in your face, making you jump.
You could feel your eyes water up, but you quickly wiped your eyes, quickly searching for a hoodie and sweatpants before rushing out the door, car keys in hand.
You slammed the door and hopped into your car before driving off to your friends house.
You couldn’t believe he raised his voice after you.
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After 3 hours of staying away from home you decided to come back. It was now in the afternoon and you opened the door. The house was cold and quiet. Hook wasn’t here. He must’ve walked somewhere.
You turned on the heat and went to the kitchen to find something to make for dinner. You smiled when you thought of a recipe and got to work, pulling out the ingredients.
Soft music played in the kitchen as you were in the middle of cutting up peppers, and then the door opened.
This time, you didn’t acknowledge that he was here, you just continued to stare at the bell peppers and cutting board.
You could hear the sound of his footsteps getting closer over the music and in your peripheral vision, see his black hoodie moving closer to you.
A second of silence passed and then you felt his arms wrapping around your waist. You froze mid-cut, letting him pull you into his chest. His head nuzzled in the nape of your neck, him breathing in your comforting scent.
You didn’t want to give into his touch, still mad at him, but you couldn’t resist. You melted into him, dropping the knife and pepper, head leaning back. You both just stood there, eyes closed, taking in this peaceful moment with the soft music contributing.
Y’all swayed side to side for 5 minutes before pulling away. You turned around seeing his face. He looked exhausted.
“I’m sorry.” He said. The first words he’s actually said to you in days. “No, I’m sorry. You just wanted to take a shower and I kept nagging and I-'' Hook shushed you, putting a finger over your mouth.
“Why’re you apologizing? I’m the one who yelled at you, I’m the one who slammed a door in your face, I’m the one who’s been mean and neglectful to you all week, all because I lost a stupid belt. I should be the one apologizing to you.”
You smiled at his confession, hugging him again. “It’s okay, just please don’t act like this again. You don’t need the FTW belt, I think you should go for something bigger, better y’know?” Even though you couldn’t see him, he nodded his head, agreeing with you.
He held you very tightly to his chest. You tried to pull back to continue cooking, but it was clear that he didn’t want to let go. “In need for a hug or something?” You teased him slightly. Hook muttered something and pushed your head farther into his chest.
Dinner could wait.
For now, you two stood there, hugging it out while a song by Lana Del Rey began to play.
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Hey boo!
I've been obsessing over this song and I feel like you would be able to create an amazing smut piece from it.
I would, of course, love it to be Hook or Ricky, but any wrestler could work.
Main Masterlist ♡ Wrestlers Masterlist ♡ Hook Masterlist
LIKE YOU MEAN IT (18+)
Hook x f/Reader
Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.
Warnings: Smut under the cut. P in V. Unprotected sex. Outdoor sex
Gifs and photos do not belong to me: 1st gif @junglehooks
Requested by @wwenhlimagines . I hope you like it.
Tyler - Hook
Red wine and roses
Sugar-coated
Your carousel spin me round
Round, round, round
The two of us were sitting on the balcony of our hotel room. Looking up at the night sky, we could see the stars clearly out here tonight.
It was a perfect night. The moon was shining down on us, and I swear I saw a shooting star, but that could have been just my imagination as her pussy was squeezing my cock just perfect way.
My hands gripped her hips as she leisurely moved up and down atop of me. Her hands gripped my shoulders to steady herself.
We both know we
Don't want us, oh we
Inside, we're screaming so loud
Loud, loud, loud
I am biting the inside of my cheek to keep from moaning loudly, not wanting to alert anyone who may be out here, looking up at the night sky.
I didn't want them to see her, how I should only see her, but she was making it hard for me to stay quiet.
"Come here." Was all I said as I placed my hand at the nape of her neck and brought her lips to mine for a heated kiss.
The two of us moaning into the kiss, finally being able to make some type of noise.
When the horns start playing, and you can't stop shaking
The bloodlust runs to your cheeks
Then your mind starts racing, and your bones start aching
It's time to let him know what you need
"Tyler, I need you." She whimpered against my lips as she pulled back, her pace slowing down even more.
"I'm right here, baby." I told her as I sat up and started to kiss and bite her neck, working my day to her chest.
"Please." Was all she said.
"I got you, baby."I pulled my cock out of her, I flipped us over so her back was now on the lounger. She wrapped her arms around my neck as I wrapped her legs around my waist.
Fuck me like you mean it (like you mean it)
Make me believe it (me believe it)
Walk the wire, it's alright
I gripped my cock and slapped it against her pussy, making her shiver. She knows what is going to happen. "Be quiet for me, baby, and I'll reward you."
She didn't have time to cover her mouth as I slammed into her, fucking her hard and fast.
She was biting by shoulder, trying to keep quiet, and I swear she broke skin, but I didn't care.
Not with the way her whole body was gripping me oh so tightly.
Love me like you need it (like you need it)
'Cause I can feel it (I can feel it)
Take it higher, show me why
I fucked her all over this balcony, just not caring anymore if we got caught. I fucked her through each orgasm I was able to pull from her body.
I knew she was getting tired, as she slumped over the table, but never once said the safe word.
She wanted me to fuck her until she passes out or says our safe word.
Keep my composure
I think it's over
Her cherry lips knock me down
Down, down, down
We are now on the lounger once more, her atop of me as I fuck up into her. Our bodies were sweaty, but I just need a couple more minutes. I am so close. So very fucking close.
Take it slower
Getting closer
But then, she lets out a sound
Sound, sound, sound
But then, it was like a dam burst inside of her. She cried out my name loudly. It seemed to echo in my ears.
Her body went stiff, as her pussy squeezed my cock for the final time tonight.
She collapsed against me, just as I groaned her name, trusting sloppily into her as I came.
The two of us hold onto one another as we catch our breaths.
I bring my lips to hers and gently kiss her, and she tiredly kisses me back.
Tag list: @lghockey @nicoleveno14 @legit9thlunaticwarrior @hooks-martin @wwenhlimagines @melissahausen @faerieofthenightcourt @tahiri-veyla @crowleysqueenofhell
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The Kiss Of Death
Daniel Garcia x fem!reader
Warning: drinking, still pretty innocent
Part: two
Word count: 1385 words
Comments and advice is welcome.
Part one
The shots keep coming and the chat keeps flowing between Daniel and Y/N. 45 minutes past and they’re still talking at the bar, losing track of time.
They shared some aspects of their lives with each other; Daniel tells her about his hometown of Buffalo, New York and how he loves Bad Bunny. Y/N is a little more reserved, simply because she doesn’t know this man well enough to break down her protective barrier just yet. But, he knows that she’s a photojournalist, taking pictures of some of today’s biggest stars on her cameras.
After he told her a corny joke, Daniel admires the glittery smile of Y/N’s as laughter filled the air around them. His eyes linger on her lips a little longer than expected, but when he realised her erratic laughter was coming to an end, his eyes snapped back to hers.
She lifts her eyebrows: she saw that, but she’s not going to make a fuss out of it.
“You are such a comedian,” Y/N says sarcastically, going against her instinct to flirt with this hunk of a man who is clearly drinking in her beauty. The glint in her eyes, the way light bounced off the tip of her nose, the vivid colour and unique cut of her hair made her standout from the rest – how did he manage to grab her attention for so long?
“I should change careers, right?” Daniel replies. A chuckle escapes Y/N before a comfortable silence ensued.
“So…"
"So…"
The two's eyes rest on each other's lips while their bodies inched closer. The music starts to fade out before…
"DG!"
Daniel's head snapped to his right, scowling at a stumbling, slightly intoxicated man approaching the duo. Y/N places her hand in front of her face, trying to shade her eyes from the bright flash darting through the club's low lighting.
"Yo, Danny! You've been gone for a wh- ohh, my bad," the tall and toned man turns off his camera and apologised to the mysterious girl. "I'm sorry! Where's my manners? I'm Isiah."
“Y/N,” you say apprehensively.
The new character stretches his hand out for Y/N to shake, which she did.
Daniel goes red, looking at Y/N with an apologetic look. “I’m sorry about him,” he says, “He don’t know when to quit with all that vlogging shit.”
Y/N offers a sweet smile before brushing it off: “It’s okay! Would have liked some warning so I could check how I look.”
She playfully begins to touch her lips and fluff her hair, as if to correct her looks.
“You look gorgeous, what are you talking about?” Daniel interjects, blushing hard again while Isiah teases him.
“Oh, is Danny tryna rizz you up right now? Oh, oh, I see how it is: you left us to chat this girl up. You left your friends over a girl? Aight!” Isiah lays into Danny as the latter playfully keeps trying to shut him up and pushing him away.
Y/N giggles at Isiah’s sarcastic jealousy, before asking, “Who’s ‘us’?”
Isiah points to the rest of the people in the VIP area. “A bunch of us came to the club to celebrate tonight,” he told the young lady. “You should come dance with us! Danny boy’s taken up enough of your time.”
Tenderly, Danny glances at Y/N as hope sparkles in his eyes. He wants to show off his new friend to the rest of the group.
“Sure, um…” – Y/N’s drinking is playing with her memory.
“Isiah-”
“Isiah! Yes! Sure, Isiah. I’ll come over.”
Danny offers his hand as she get off the bar stool. Her landing was a little rocky because her legs went a bit numb due to the sitting and the alcohol, but she leans into Danny as he protectively walks you over to the gang.
She see a bunch of smiley people having fun in the VIP area behind the DJ booth, and can hear the same laughter emanate from there like it did while Y/N spun the decks.
“Everybody!” Isiah starts to announce to the group, “Look who Danny found at the bar?”
A deep heat rose in your cheeks.
“Hi, I’m Y/N,” she attempts to say over the music but her hushed tone is overpowered by the 808s of the tune playing through the club.
“Huh,” a floppy haired guy said in confusion, peering at her over his shades. The other guys and girls – either standing or sitting around their table of drinks, clothes accentuating their chiseled physiques – stared blankly at you. Y/N must admit that anxiety is starting to settle in.
“This is Y/N,” Danny cuts in, saving her. He then proceeds to point to everyone and says their name.
“This is Tyler- ”
“Call me Hook,” the floppy-haired giant gives her an endearing smile and offers her a head nod.
Danny continues: “This is Andretti.”
A golden-skinned muscle man gives her a huge smile and wave, like a bright burst of energy.
“Ricky”
With an eyebrow raised and his lips pursed, there’s a cheeky expression on the man’s face. His shirt is open, showing off his washboard abs, and he just gives her a confident “Hey”.
“This is-” “CHEESECAKE!” Isiah yells over Danny, causing him to go red again and give Y/N a sorry look. She again giggles at his cuteness.
The authoritative stance of the Cheesecake man told Y/N he wasn’t anyone to play with.
“Lastly, here’s the girls; Skye, Kiera and Willow.”
The gorgeously dressed women wave, smiling back sweetly before continuing their gossip session.
Y/N sits next to Danny on the couch and talk more about life; he breaks it to her that he’s only in town for a couple of days – he wrestles for some “promotion” called “AEW”…
… she plays stupid. Yes: she loves wrestling – have watched it since she was a child and regularly watched the promotion – but she underplays how much she knows. Y/N don't want Danny to think she's being fake and on some crazy fan girl shit, which is ironic since downplaying what you know is “being fake” but anyways.
Y/N tucks her hair behind her ear, allowing herself to hear better. He tells her something about fighting some Adam Copeland guy: he corrects himself.
“Um, you know Edge? From WWE?”
Her eyes widen. Y/N thought she was up to date on all things AEW but she must have miss the thousands of social updates on the fact thee Edge from Edge and Christian had jumped ships to “the competition.” Danny’s in the big leagues – how cool?!
“Yeah,” Daniel chuckles, admiring that same glint in her eye she had earlier. “That guy!”
“Wow, that’s huge. Congrats!” Y/N says back, beaming a bright smile.
She then proceeds to tell him about her crazy day getting to the club: Y/N was shooting Megan Thee Stallion and she got her drunk, pouring D’usse in her mouth so she was already a bit drunk and could really use some food.
“So, let’s grab a bite!” Danny says before downplaying his eagerness. "I mean, only if you want to."
"Ugh!," Y/N jokingly grunts. "Don't tempt me with a good time. I could eat a horse, right now!"
Y/N grabs her belongings and checks her bag as Danny jumps up and says his parting words to the rest of his posse. Just as she finished triple-checking she had everything, Y/N sees a palm appear in front of her adorned with several gold rings that reflect the strobe lighting in the club.
"Come on, my lady!"
Her head snaps up to see her Prince Charming shine his own pearly whites. And it did something to her, something ineffable, something that she hopes to feel again. She felt a tingle in her soul like no other – as if she can feel their souls tying in the pit of her stomach.
She gladly grabs his hand, swings her bag over her shoulder and waves animatedly to Danny's friends. She tries not to think too much about it, but were they smirking at her? Hmmm.
Danny drags Y/N towards the cloakroom to get her jacket before they try their luck at sobering up under the dazzling starlight.
A/N: Thanks for waiting! As I continue this, this might turn into Drabble instead of a flowing story so expect to see loads of time descriptors at the top of chapters. Just so I can write them quicker.
I also just realise I'm switching between past tense and second tense because dyslexia is dyslexing. Pls bare with but each chapter might be in a different tense: fuck it.
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You're still champion of my heart baby <3
Summary: Tyler faces his toughest fight yet against Chris Jericho with PLE implications. Luckily for him, Tyler's girlfriend isn't above getting her hands dirty in order to help her man win.
You finish up your match against Emi Sakura, managing to earn a quick win against the Japanese legend. After celebrating in with a few fans on your way up the ramp, you head back to the locker room to see if Tyler's left yet.
"Ty? You in here?" You announce yourself as you come through the locker room door.
"Yeah." Tyler replies dryly from somewhere inside the locker room. "You beat, Emi?" He asks you as you shut the door behind you.
You snort and nod. "Course I did, look at who you're talking to." You laugh.
"Right." Tyler laughs with you.
You clean up some excess sweat from your body and throw on a shirt over your ring gear while Tyler idles on his phone like usual.
"Shouldn't you be headed out to the ring to talk with Jericho's annoying ass?" You ask Tyler after you're done changing.
"Yeah, unfortunately." Tyler nods. "I can't believe that he went and whined to my dad." He grumbles.
You snort and agree. "Look at who you're talking about, Ty." You remind him. "Jericho is a total snake. And he's ugly so,"
"You did warn me." Tyler nods. "I'm headed out. Wanna walk with me?" He asks you.
"Sure." You shrug and head over to the door.
Tyler pulls open the door for you and the two of you head down to the tunnel. You stop right at the tunnel entrance and watch Tyler head through it. You hang back since you know that he doesn't need you for this. Not with a shmuck like Chris Jericho.
You hang around backstage and watch the confrontation in the ring from the monitors set up in various places. You roll your eyes at Chris' arrogance, silently praying that Tyler just decks him.
"Oh what the fuck!?" You curse the air when Jericho decides to take a shot at Taz.
Tyler handles the situation, getting into Chris's face. But your worry for Taz gets the better of you. You head down to the ring from the back way so you don't take the spotlight away from Tyler.
"Taz!" You rush over to his side as he carefully rolls out of the ring. "Are you alright?" You help him down to the floor.
"Yeah, I'm alright, kid." Taz assures you, but you notice that his knee is obviously bothering him.
You set a cautious and gentle hand on Taz's shoulder and walk with him back over to the commentary table. Tyler takes a second to glance your way and you flash him a quick thumbs up. Ty nods at your assuring gesture and goes right back to getting in Jericho's face.
"You sure that you're okay, Taz?" You ask Taz again once he's at down.
"I'm good." Taz nods. "Come on, give me some credit, kid. I ain't quite that old yet." He chuckles. "But I appreciate the concern."
You nod and slink back around the tunnel to the backstage area to wait for Tyler to come back.
A few minutes later Tyler comes stomping through the tunnel with a foul air about him. You walk over to him and try your best to tame the beast before he thinks about doing something drastic.
"Tyler! Hey!" You rush over to Tyler's side.
"Is my dad alright?" Tyler asks you, venom in his tone.
You nod and put a hand on Tyler's arm. "Yeah, he said that he was okay." You assure him. "Come on, let's head back to the locker room and get our stuff so we can get out of here." You give his arm a small tug away from the tunnel since Chris is still out in the ring.
"Thanks for going out there and checking on him, YN." Tyler relaxes a little bit.
"Yeah, of course." You nod and begin pulling him along. "And hey, you'll get another shot at kicking Jericho's ass, okay? In the ring. Properly." You glance his way while you're walking with him.
Tyler's jaw clenches in frustration. "He's lucky that I didn't lay him out right then and there." He insists.
"I know, baby." You rub Tyler's arm, still making sure to put as much distance between him and anything Chris Jericho related as possible.
Sunday night rolls around and it's time for Dynasty. You're not scheduled for a match on the card so you opt to hang around backstage and provide Tyler with all the support that he needs tonight.
Tyler's been in a foul mood since Wednesday, and if you weren't a hater then you'd be fearing for Chris Jericho's well being right now.
"You want me out there with you?" You ask Tyler while he's getting ready for his match.
"Nah." Tyler shakes his head. "I can do this by myself." He assures you. "Can you maybe hang with my dad on commentary though?" He asks you.
You nod, surprised that Ty seems worried about his dad. "Yeah, sure." You pull your shoes back on while Tyler finishes getting ready.
The time comes for Tyler's match and the two of you head out. You let Tyler do his entrance by himself and go the back way down to the commentary table. Taz pulls up a chair for you to sit next to him in, but you decline his offer of a headset.
Chris saunters out to the ring after Tyler with his usual smug aura. You roll your eyes at the challenger as he passes the commentary desk but remain in your seat.
The bell rings and the match gets underway, and just like you suspected. It doesn't take long for the bout to get violent. You sit in silence next to Taz while Tyler and Chris go at it beating the crap out of one-another. You wince each time Chris uses a dirty tactic to try and get the upper hand and your anger grows with each second.
"Oh no." Taz slips his headset off his head once Chris retrieves his metal bat from where he was stashing it under the ring.
Tyler barely managed to kick-out of Jericho's last pinning attempt. So you know if Chris lands this than it's over for your boyfriend.
"Oh, fuck no!" You jump out of your seat and slip past Taz.
You rush around the ring and shove Jericho to the floor while's he's got his back turned away from you. Chris's bat goes flying out of his hands and you pick it up.
"Ty might be to proud to be a cheater, Chris." You stare down Jericho as he gets to his feet slowly. "But I'm not like my boyfriend."
You swing the bat at Jericho and it collides with his head. The blow instantly crumples Chris to his knees and you drop the bat. Tyler finally stirs in the ring so you haul Jericho's fat ass up and roll him into the ring before calmly walking back over to the commentary table.
You are met by Taz who looks at you with adoration like you've never seen on the man's face before.
In the ring, Tyler gets to his feet and locks in REDRUM on Chris, not that it's need after your handwork. Aubrey calls a stop to the match after checking on Chris and the bell rings. You pluck the FTW championship from it's perch at the timekeepers area and make your way into the ring.
Tyler lifts himself back to his feet again and you hand his championship back to him. "I knew you could do it." You smile at him and lift his hand in the air in victory.
"Thanks for the help, babe." Tyler whispers to you, secretly proud that you didn't let any of Chris's bullshit slide.
The crowd cheers for Tyler and you hear Taz mention you back at the commentary table proudly. Chris Jericho has been silenced and all is right in the world again.
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why is it every time i hear rumors Hook is gonna leave AEW it's always because of what SOMEBODY ELSE said they think he should do? i keep hearing he's "exploring his options" but what is the SOURCE of this? did those words leave HIS mouth? please point me to the interview where he said that himself. if you can't do that, then i don't wanna hear it.
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●Hook x Tattoo Artist Reader●
Summary: Hook discovers your tattoo art on Instagram.
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*Tyler's POV*
Sitting in the locker room with Orange, Kris, Willow, Trent and Chuck, I am scrolling through Instagram when I come across this tattoo artist page that catches my eye. I click on the page and start scrolling through the pictures. Trent comes over and sits next to me looking at my phone.
"Woah dude. Who's art is that? That is amazing!"
"Oh its this chick named Y/N."
Willow and Kris gasp and run over to the couch next to me.
"Oh my gosh! Y/N is so talented!"
"Yeah she did my tattoos!"
"Mine too! You have to go to her!"
"And I think Tyler would really like her if you know what I mean."
Willow nudges my side and I roll my eyes. The girls have been trying to get me a girlfriend for a long time and it hasn't worked out. Kris pulls out her phone and starts typing on it.
"I have an idea!"
She starts calling someone on speakerphone. I look over at her confused.
"Hellooo lady!"
"Hi Y/N!"
My eyes go wide looking over at Kris. Willow laughs at me.
"Is my other bestie there too?"
"Hi Y/N!"
"Hi Willow!"
"Y/N, we were wondering if you possibly have an opening tonight or tomorrow for someone new?"
"Is it a man? Better not be like the last one you brought me."
"Yes it is a man. And no nothing like that last one."
They are start laughing and I shake my head no at Kris. Kris smiles at me than looks at her phone.
"So I actually had a cancellation tonight so why don't you bring this mystery man with you at 6?"
"It's a date! See you than!"
"Bye!"
She hangs up the phone than looks over at me.
"Looks like you got a tattoo appointment tonight. Better figure out what you are getting."
"Thanks Kris."
I roll my eyes and go back to looking through her drawings to see which one I am going to get now.
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*Y/N's POV*
I am currently sweeping up the floor in my tattoo shop when I hear the bells on the door jingle. I look up seeing Kris and Willow walk in with two men walking behind them.
"Kris! Willow!"
I set the broom down against the wall and walk over to them.
"Y/N! How are you?"
"I'm good! How are you two?"
"Good! Good!"
"Awesome!"
I look over at the two men that came in with them.
"Who are these two?"
"Hi I'm Trent!"
He hugs me wrapping his arms around my head and I hug him back wrapping my arms around his waist. He pulls away keeping his arm around my neck.
"You are short."
I roll my eyes and push his arm off me walking up to Tyler.
"Hi. I'm Y/N."
"I'm Tyler."
"Oh, you are the one I am tattooing. Did you figure out what you want?"
I walk back to my section in the shop and he follows behind me as everyone else sits in the waiting area. He pulls out his phone and shows me the eyes that I posted on Instagram.
"Oh... you... you want one of my drawings?"
"Your drawings are incredible. I looked through all your pictures on Instagram. There is a couple of them that I wanna get."
"Thank you. I will go print out the stencil for you. Be back."
I grab my phone and walk over to my machine printing out different sizes. Kris and Willow walk up to me with big grins on their faces. I shake my head looking at them.
"Soooo whatcha think?"
Kris whispers to me and I look down blushing a little.
"He is cute."
I mumble still looking down at the floor and they laugh a little at me.
"And he said he went through all my drawings on Instagram and wants to get more later on."
"Oh he likes you already than."
Willow nudges my arm and I smile looking at her. I grab the stencils and look at them.
"Time for me to tattoo ladies."
"Go get your man."
I laugh walking back over to Tyler. I put the stencils on my little table infront of him.
"What size would you like?"
He looks through the sizes and picks out the middle size one. I take it from him and look at him.
"Okay. Next question. Where do you want it?"
He takes his hoodie off and I gulp seeing him not wearing a shirt underneath.
"I want it about here."
He points to below his neck on his back. I prep the area he wants than put the stencil on. I pull off the paper revealing the stencil on his back. I take a picture of it than walk infront him showing him the picture.
"How's that?"
"Looks amazing. Let's do it."
I get all my supplies ready and start tattooing him as he sits there playing on his phone.
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Finishing up the tattoo, I start wiping it down and cleaning it up.
"Mind if I take a picture?"
"Go ahead."
I pull my phone out of my pocket and snap a picture. I walk infront of him and show him the picture.
"Wow! That's amazing! You did a great job! Thank you so much!"
"Of course!"
I giggle looking at him. He pulls money out of his pocket.
"How much do I owe you for it?"
"A date."
"What?"
"You owe me a date. With you."
He stares at me for a minute than smiles. I giggle at him and put my hand on his shoulder.
"It's a deal!"
He stands up, kisses my cheek than walks over to Trent and they leave. Kris and Willow come running over to me.
"What was that?"
"Details!"
"He asked me how much I owe him for the tattoo. And I said he owes me a date. With him."
"Ooooo yes girl!"
"I think you two will be really good for each other!"
God I hope so!
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Oh my jealous baby boy <3
Summary: After a rough breakup with Tyler, the reader finds herself spending more and more time with Daniel. Tyler acts like he doesn't care, but seeing reader with Daniel awakens something inside of him.
AEW is in the idyllic Pacific North West for the month. Rain pours down onto the bay city of Seattle as Tyler finally arrives to his hotel after a long flight from the East coast. He trudges into the cozy lobby of the hotel, grumbling to himself about the seemingly unrelenting downpour of rain outside.
Tyler stops in the lobby and gives himself a second to peel off his damp jacket as well as pull out his phone. He is busy getting his jacket off when a sweet voice catches his attention. Tyler's gaze flits up and over to the front door of the lobby as you step inside with a casual smile plastered on your face and Daniel Garcia at your side.
"Umbrella's are for losers, Danny." You giggle at Garcia and pull off your beanie from your head. "Didn't you notice that no one around here is using one?" You ask him playfully.
"Alright, alright." Daniel chuckles and wipes some excess water from his face. "I get it. Umbrella are for tourists and losers. And I ain't no loser."
Tyler doesn't take it eyes off you as you make your way across the lobby floor with Daniel trailing you. The two of you head up to the front desk and check into your respective rooms.
"We're on the same floor!" You turn to Daniel once you're checked-in. "Nice!"
Daniel matches your smile, and the two of you head off to the elevator at the side of the lobby. Tyler waits until the elevator closes and begins its accent before he moves again. His teeth grind in his mouth, his jaw clenched in anger.
Later into the night, you and Daniel are headed into the arena for Dynanite together when you spot Tyler also coming into the building.
"Hey, Ty!" You offer your ex a friendly wave from Daniel's side.
"Hey, YN." Tyler stops in his tracks and nods at you though his gaze is fixed on Daniel. "New travel partner?" He switches his attention back to you.
You glance at Daniel for a second before nodding at Tyler. "Yeah. Danny and I have been hanging out." You confirm. "How are you? I saw you hanging out with Jericho these past few weeks. How's that going?" You ask him.
"It's been fine." Tyler shrugs, being his usual nonchalant and stoic self.
"Right...well, we should get going." You bounce on your heels awkwardly. "Nice running into you, Ty." You flash another friendly smile before you and Daniel walk off.
Tyler nods and watches you walk off with Daniel. His jaw twitches as he watches Daniel linger near you just a bit too close for comfort.
Once Daniel is sure that Tyler is no longer within hearing distance he glances down at you. "Didn't he break up with you?" He asks you.
"Tyler? No. Well...it was a mutual split. Why?" You shake your head.
"I don't know. Bro just seemed kind of hostile, that's all." Daniel shrugs. "He was mean-mugging me while you weren't looking." He huffs out a breath.
Your eyebrows bounce in slight surprise. "i don't think that's what he was doing, Daniel." You assure him. "Tyler's face just looks like that most of the time is all."
"If you say so." Daniel shrugs it off.
The time comes around in the show when you've got a match scheduled against Mariah May.
"You sure that you don't want me to go out there with you?" Daniel asks you playfully as you're getting ready to head out.
"Sorry, Danny. But no pretty boys out for my matches." You tease him with a laugh. "You can walk me down to the curtain though."
Daniel flashes an excited grin and rushes to open the door for you. You giggle at his antics and step out into the hall with him. The two of you head down to the curtain and Daniel leaves you at the tunnel entrance.
"I'll wait up for you after the show." Daniel in forms you. "We can grab dinner after, yeah?" He asks. "My treat?"
"Daniel Garcia!" You muse. "Are you asking me out on a date?" You ask him.
Daniel chuckles and rubs the back of his neck. "Yeah, I figured that it was about time I asked you out." He laughs.
"I'd love dinner later, Danny." You agree to his offer of dinner. "Shoot me a text later and we can make plans, yeah?" You ask him.
"Yeah, got it. Go kick some ass out there, YN!" He encourages you before sending you on your way through the tunnel.
You head out to the ring and join Mariah for your match. The two of you go at it for a while, but Toni Storm keeps on distracting you. Mariah keeps the upper hand the whole match which causes you to grow more desperate for a win by the second. You take a chance near the end of the match when Mariah is lying on the mat and climbs up to the top rope. You attempt to hit Mariah with a 450 splash but Toni grabs Mariah's ankle at the last moment and pulls her out of the way. You try and alter your trajectory but end up coming down on your ankle hard.
"Shit!" You curse and grab at your ankle.
Mariah sees your injury and is quick to capitalize on it. She grabs ahold of your ankle and forces you to submit to her. The bell rings and Mariah slips out of the ring to celebrate with Toni, leaving you to your injured ankle.
"YN, are you okay?" Aubrey, the referee for the match comes over to check on you.
"I don't know." You wince. "I came down on my ankle pretty hard." You frown and try to get to your feet.
Pain shoots up you ankle and you wince again, barely able to put pressure on it. Aubrey goes to call for some help, but someone else beats her to it. You sit down on the edge of the apron just as Tyler comes sprinting down to the ring from backstage.
"YN!" Tyler rushes to check on you. "Are you okay?" He stops at your side to console you.
"Tyler?" You are a little surprised to find your ex coming out to aid you. "What are you doing out here? Where you watching my match?" You ask him.
Tyler nods, not one bit concerned with the implications of his confirmation that he was watching your match from backstage. "Come on, let me help you backstage" He offers his arm to you.
"Yeah, okay." You nod and slip down to the floor.
Tyler helps you up the ramp and back through the tunnel. When the two of you come through the tunnel to the backstage area you find Daniel there waiting for you.
"YN!" Daniel rushes over to you. "I was just hanging out with Matt when I heard that you got hurt! Are you okay?" He asks on you.
You nod and lean on Garcia now that he's standing next to you. Tyler grinds his teeth as you step away from him and glares at Daniel.
"I came down on my ankle pretty hard." You frown. "I should probably go get it looked at. Just to be safe." You add.
"Yeah, of course." Daniel nods and holds his arm out to guide you. "Come on, I'll walk you down there." He offers.
You nod and take Daniel's arm. Before the two of you walk off, you turn back to a waiting Tyler. "Thanks for helping me out of the ring, Ty." You thank him. "But seriously, Tyler. We broke up three months ago. You don't have to keep checking up on me. Or watching my matches."
"Right." Tyler nods and switches the weight of his feet. "Are you sure that you're going to be okay?" He asks you. "I know we aren't together anymore. But that doesn't mean I don't still care about you." He insists.
"I'll be fine, I'm sure." You insist with a nod. "Daniel and I should get going." You dismiss yourself.
Tyler nods and watches Daniel help you out of the room. You stick close to Garcia, leaning on him for support as you go. Seeing you so close to Garcia ignites a fire within Tyler that he hasn't felt in a long time. Jealousy. Does he have any right to be feeling this way? No. But that doesn't change the fact that seeing you with Daniel makes Tyler want to put his fist through a wall.
Later in the night, Tyler is getting ready to head back to the hotel when he spots you out in the parking lot. You've got a pair of crutches with you, and medical tape on your lower leg near your ankle. Daniel trails at your side carrying your bags out to the rental car for you.
"Thanks, Danny." You thank Garcia for his help.
"Yeah, I got you, boo." Daniel nods. "You still in the mood to go out for dinner?" He asks you. "We could always order some takeout and chill at the hotel if you're not feeling it." He suggests.
You nod and lean against the car so you're not putting pressure on your now-injured ankle. "Yeah, takeout sounds nice. There's this new movie streaming that I've been wanting to watch." You remember suddenly.
"Sounds like a date then." Daniel beams and comes around to the passenger side of the car to get the door for you.
On the other side of the parking lot, Tyler curses the air and shakes his head. "Fuck!" He growls to himself. "She's gone, isn't she? And it's all my fucking fault. God, I'm such an idiot!" He runs a hand through his hair.
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#i've always said i watched since coming out the womb#thanks dad and mom#dad used to watch it whenever it was on and little me got stuck watching it#now look at me reminding my dad when its on and not the kther way round
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"it's 420 next weekend, RVD is coming"
I hope he hotboxes the entire arena
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