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Broken Negotiations
Bullet Club Gold kidnapped the Reader as a bargaining chip to worm Jay White into a championship match with Ricky. He’s supposed to have back-up. Family and friends that the Reader called in for such an occasion. But things go terribly wrong.
Pairing: Ricky Starks x Moxley!Reader
Warnings/Promises: canon-level hostage situation and violence, ANGST, choking, unhappy ending, whump in general
Word Count: 1040
Note: Yes, writing the reader as Jon Moxley’s cousin is my favorite trope. There’s just so many opportunities for angsty family situations that way. I’m not about to change now. Also, Ricky is really pretty when he's in distress. And I was in an angsty mood earlier this week. Happy, or unhappy reading!
The thin padding of foam under the ring’s canvas did nothing to protect your knees. You grunted when Juice Robinson dropped you, pressing a heavy hand onto your shoulder. On either side of you, Jay White and the rest of the Bullet Club Gold chuckled at your distress. You wouldn’t flinch. Wouldn’t budge. They could make all the demands they wanted, but you wouldn't let them use you to achieve their goals.
Still, tears burned behind your eyes at the scene in front of you.
Ricky’s chest was heaving. The dark bags under his eyes made him look like he hadn’t slept in weeks, much less the six nights since you’d been kidnapped. The championship dangled worthlessly in his hand. Like he’d drop it in a second.
You couldn’t let him do that.
As for the figures standing with him, they didn’t reassure you as much as you’d hoped. Your cousin, Mox, looked ready to hurl himself across the ring to bludgeon his way through your kidnappers. But Claudio’s hand on his shoulder kept him nervously in place. Yuta stood on Ricky’s other side. Cold. Calculating. Watching the ramp and the audience behind them for any tricks. But the way they stood apart from Ricky… The back-up was there for you. If things went south, you would be the only one looking out for him.
“You ready to… negotiate, Starks?” Jay laid a hand on the top of your head. Before his fingers could dig into your hair, you pushed it away. Juice’s grip tightened on your shoulder. “Here she is. Undamaged. Mostly, give or take a bruise or two. As promised.” Jay angled his head as a challenge. “You gonna hold up yours?”
Ricky looked down at the championship in his hand. Then he looked at you. Exhausted.
You shook your head. Not like this.
You yelped as Jay jerked you to your feet, hugging you close. His tight grip around your rib cage didn’t waver as you struggled for more room to breathe. “You don’t have to hand it over. Just agree to the match. Just you and me. Everybody else stays backstage. Your pretty one here,” he dug his nose into the space under your ear, “she can be on commentary though. Where we both can see her.” He passed you back to Juice, who held a hand over your mouth to keep you from interfering.
Still, you shook your head. Glaring at Jay, then at Mox, you did your best to signal to everyone you could that, under no circumstances, was Ricky to agree to any of these terms. Which would change the second that Jay needed them to whether that was now, or during the match.
You bit down on Juice’s finger, making him shout. “If you wanted a match so badly, why didn’t you ask Tony for a contract signing?” With a grunt, you continued to struggle to get out of the arms around your waist. “I know why. It’s because you don’t deserve one. There are better wrestlers with better winning streaks than you right now, and you’re not at the front of the line. So you’re trying to cut. It won’t work. I won’t let it-“
As Juice’s arm wrapped around your throat, you squeaked. Angling his body back, your feet left the canvas. He muttered “now I gottcha.” His mocking laugh buzzed in your brain as your oxygen depleted, and your struggling lessened.
“Alright!” Ricky tossed down the championship. Jay’s eyes greedily watched it crumple in the space between them. “She’s right, you don’t deserve one. But you can have a match. Right now. I don’t care.”
“No-“ Your vision began to spot.
“Let her go. And call a ref. For every bruise you’ve given her, I’m gonna break two bones in your body.”
The horror had only just begun.
While Ricky threatened Jay with every pain known to man, Claudio inched into his space. Juice released you just enough for your vision to clear in time to see the following struggle. Ricky’s mic dropped to the canvas with a bouncing thump. He flailed. His eyes bulged, then shut against the panic as the grip around his throat tightened. His nails clawed into Claudio’s forearms and shoulders where he could reach. Yuta watched on, glancing between Ricky beginning to fade and you. Finally, when Ricky stopped moving, Claudio released him. You cried out as his body landed in a heap.
“Alright.” Mox stepped forward, over the championship, into Jay’s space. “You gonna uphold your end?”
Jay grinned. Slowly, he looked at Juice.
You shoved him away when released. “What? Jon, what is this? Ow!” You were unable to dislodge his grip on your arm as he dragged you out and under the ropes. “No. Stop.” You glanced at the ring. Claudio and Yuta had left, working their way around to meet up with Mox. Inside, the Bullet Club Gold circled around Ricky as he started to stir. “Wait. We can’t leave him!”
“You shouldn’t be here to see this. Now come on. I’ve got you.” He nodded for Claudio to grab your other arm.
“You promised! You promised you wouldn’t do this. I asked for your help, to have his back like you’ve had mine. You promised!” You managed to break loose from Mox’s grip at that. In a terrifying mirror of your earlier position, Claudio wrapped his arms around your waist and began to carry you out of the arena. “NO! Please. Ricky!”
In the ring, the Gunn brothers had Ricky on his knees with his arms outstretched. He glanced up, his head lolling side to side as his brain tried to figure out which direction your voice was coming from. Looking for you, he didn’t see the danger. He didn’t see Jay with the championship in hand. He crumpled again as the metal plate on the belt crashed against his forehead. They backed off as a referee entered the ring.
Your vision began to spot again. Screaming for Ricky, so close after Juice had toyed with choking you out… it was too much.
The last thing you saw was Ricky on his feet, knees wobbling, fists up but punch drunk. The bell rang. And your world went dark.
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Begin Again
Pairing: Wheeler Yuta x reader
Category: Slight Angst/Fluff
Word count: 2,532
Summary: After being burned in a previous relationship, you find it hard to trust, open up, and love again. Moving to a new city with a new job, you’re ready to begin again, leaving the past where it belongs and cautiously opening up to new adventures and opportunities. What happens when you meet your neighbor across the street? Can you learn to trust and love again or will you keep your guard up and push him away?
Warnings: Swearing, female reader but no description of reader
Requested by: @rubyred1980 I hope you love it as much as I do! ❤️
You can find the original request post here!
A/N: I thought about this for a little bit and ultimately decided that precious baby Yoots was perfect for this! Also, I feel SO HORRIBLE I completely forgot about this request! So to make up for it, I tried to make this as long as I could. Also, as I was writing this Taylor Swift’s song Begin Again popped in my head, and I thought it was a perfect fit so there you go! Oh! And bonus points if you can find the title reference to a previous Wheeler Yuta fic I wrote!
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A new job. A new city. New friends. It was time to begin again.
The job you accepted was located in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. The neighborhood you took up residency in was calm and friendly, majority of you neighbors had stopped by to give you a warm welcome.
It wasn’t until a week later when your neighbor across the street pulled into their driveway, this was the last neighbor you had yet to meet. You stepped out onto your small front porch, casually watching while sipping on your tea, nestled in the comfiest chair you could find at the local furniture store. You almost choked on your cup of tea when you finally saw just who your final neighbor was — professional wrestler, Wheeler Yuta.
Wheeler had made a few trips to and from his car before he noticed you. He waved to you, smiling his adorable smile that made you stifle a giggle. You were a wrestling fan, having watched numerous companies and promotions over the years and still to this day. Needless to say, you were familiar with Wheeler Yuta. Never in your wildest dreams did you imagine that one day you’d be living across the street from him.
Yuta ventured over to your house, smile still on his face. You were so nervous but attempted to play it cool, even though you knew you would probably end up making a fool of yourself.
Wheeler introduced himself to you, and you did the same. He was sweet just like you thought. You couldn’t bring yourself to tell him you already knew who he was. You were surprised that the conversation flowed so smoothly. Turns out Wheeler’s easy to talk to and you shared a few things in common, like your love for professional wrestling and that’s when you finally admitted that you were a fan of his. Boy, did you blush hard when Wheeler’s face lit up, that smile and those eyes were more than enough to make you swoon.
As the months went on, Wheeler would make it a point to stop by your house and let you know he was back home from the road, leaving you a little souvenir from whatever city he wrestled in as a thank you for watching his house while he was gone. You always told him not to get you anything, but your words fell on deaf ears every single time. The little trinkets or keychains would always bring a smile to your face and brighten any bad day.
You began missing Wheeler more and more each time he left, knowing you were doing the one thing you’ve been refusing to do for months — fall in love. Your last relationship was far from a fairytale. You found out after four months that he didn’t truly care about you but more about his reputation and appearance, and unfortunately, you were included in that reputation and appearance.
Your ex-boyfriend didn’t like a lot of the clothes you would wear, making side remarks until you finally caved and changed. He was never on time to anything, always forgetting dates, anniversaries, even your own birthday. He wasn’t very gentlemanly or chivalrous like he had been in the first two months. He was always so serious, never wanting to do anything fun unless his friends were around, and then the fun was at your expense more often than not. You found out on Instagram that he had been seeing another woman at the same time. He broke your heart, your trust, and you hate to admit, but he broke you. You’re still at a loss on why you let that relationship last so long, maybe because you had gotten used to it, or maybe because you were scared — scared to leave, thinking that you deserved that type of relationship.
As time went on, you and Wheeler grew closer, hanging out when he had a little bit of free time. Each time you would hang out with him, you always try to keep the conversation from drifting to the topic of love and relationships, you didn’t want Wheeler thinking negatively of you because of your ex or past choices. Little did you know Wheeler had some bad relationship stories of his own. He wanted to talk about them, you two had discussed everything except for that topic, but he noticed you always changed the subject or steered the conversation to something else. He didn’t want to push you to open up, thinking you needed time and knowing he would be more than ready to listen when that time came.
One night, while the pair of you were hanging out, you were the one to bring up your love life — well, with the help of some random movie playing in the background. You felt ready. You felt like you could trust him enough, that he wouldn’t judge you. You remember pouring your heart out to him, Wheeler gently pulling you into a hug, telling you that you didn’t deserve that, and that you deserve so much better. You couldn’t help but break down even more at how sweet and gentle he was being with you. It made you want to fall in love with him so much more, but you still kept your walls up.
Once you were calmed down, Wheeler told you some his bad relationship stories, hearing his stories helped, knowing he had been burned too, that it wasn’t just you. Despite your dating history being similar, there were some differences — your heartbreak and mistreatment was recent, still fresh in your mind whereas his had been a few years ago.
After that night, Wheeler would go out of his way to make sure you felt appreciated and cared for. He hated that you had been through all that; he wanted you to know you were important to him. He knew you weren’t ready for a relationship yet, but his feelings for you grew from friendship to wanting more. He knew after you shared your past with him that he loved you. The way you talked about what happened, how you let him see you all vulnerable, how you clung to him when he hugged you — that’s what made him realize he was in deep. All Wheeler wanted was to show you what true, healthy love was. He wanted to put your broken heart back together if you’d let him, and you really wanted him to. The thought of loving someone again, of letting someone in on that level, of putting your trust in someone else’s hands was terrifying let alone actually doing it.
Wheeler took his time with you, going at your pace, making sure not to rush or pressure you. He would do little things like checking on you during the day regardless if he was traveling or at home, continuing to bring you souvenirs from the road, taking you out on little adventures. He was doing all the things your ex refused or just wouldn’t do. Wheeler Yuta was making you slowly believe in love again.
You missed him like crazy when he was gone, constantly checking your phone for calls or texts from him, thinking about him when certain songs came on the radio or your playlist, counting down the days until his return. That’s when you finally decided to give in to your feelings for him — you loved him, and something was telling you to risk it, despite being scared. You decided you’d tell him of your feelings when he was home again.
You spent the rest of the week going over what you would say, preparing for the worst as you did so. When the time came, you were a nervous wreck, shaking, stuttering, your throat stayed dry no matter how much water you drank.
Wheeler pulled into the driveway of his home, not bothering to retrieve his bags from his car, but rather head to your house. He was excited to be home but more excited to see you.
You met him on the porch, nervous smile on your face, happy he was back but nervous about your confession. Wheeler pulled you into a bone crushing hug to which you returned with the same intensity, at least you tried to. “Can’t…. breathe….” You managed to choke out, tapping Wheeler on the back to better grab his attention.
He immediately let you go, looking embarrassed, “Sorry. I just missed you...” He paused, inhaling to settle his nerves. Wheeler knew he was falling for you, but he didn’t realize how much, until he was on the road the next day after he left.
“I missed you too…” You whispered in reply. You took a deep breath before making your feelings known to him. You can do this! It’s now or never. Don’t chicken out. This could be a wonderful thing. You’ll be okay if he rejects you. Come on, go for it! You gave yourself an internal pep talk, now you were ready. “Wheeler, I have something I need to tell you.” You inhale once more. Wheeler’s eyes locked on yours, confusion and worry were present throughout his features. He nodded and motioned for you to continue, not wanting to interrupt your thoughts and courage. “For the longest time I believed that love was a myth. Then you came along and proved to me that myths can sometimes be real too. I care about you. I trust you. I feel safe with you. You make me happier than I thought was possible. Life feels empty when I’m not around you, and I’m so scared that you’ll never want to hold my hand again…. and your hand is the only hand I want to hold.” You confessed, blurting all your feelings and emotions out before your turned into a stuttering mess like you had been earlier when you practiced your speech.
You couldn’t bare to look Wheeler in the eyes, too nervous and a little embarrassed to be honest. You were scared of what he reaction was. Did you just ruin everything? Will he run for the hills? Were you too damaged? Would he want to continue taking things slow with you? Would he really and truly want to help you trust and love again? Was his prior actions and words meaningless? Were they just to trick you into thinking he was worth a shot? Were you going to regret this? Would he laugh in your face and say it was just a game? You hoped your nerves and anxiety was getting the better of you, but after your previous relationship you couldn’t be too sure of anything anymore.
Wheeler was speechless. He was surprised you were ready to let him in, to let him take care of you the best he could, to love him, to begin again. He thought you would need more time before this moment, but he must have underestimated how much of an impact he was having on you. He knew he had to say something or do something quick before you ran off. He knew that confession was hard for you, and he didn’t want you to feel bad or panic and regret everything you just said, everything you two worked on and built up to this point.
Wheeler gently reached out and lifted your head up, his index finger under your chin as he did so. His eyes were full of emotion: happiness, hope, excitement, admiration, and love. He kept his eyes locked on yours, looking deeply. He saw worry, fear, anxiety, a hint of hope along with sprinkles of love. You wanted to cry, eyes welling up with tears that had yet to spill over. You hands were shaking, heart racing, mouth and throat excruciatingly dry. Why hasn’t he said anything yet? It must be okay. He’s still here. He didn’t look angry. He’s not laughing at you. This has to be a good sign, right?
You felt Wheeler’s finger leave your chin, his hands calmly and firmly encased yours. “I can’t stop smiling when I look at you. Your hand feels so natural in mine. It’s like the gaps in mine were made for your hand. I’ve never felt better than I do when we’re close. I want you by my side. Wanna know why?” He paused, a blush filled smile growing on his face. “Because I love you, every part of you. Even the parts you don’t like.” At this point in his speech, you didn’t notice that Wheeler’s hands had left yours and were now resting gently on either side of your face, caressing your cheeks and searching your eyes for any type of reaction.
Tears slipped from your eyes, a small smile making its way onto your face. “Wheeler…. kiss me better….” You quietly sniffled, wanting nothing more than to keep him as close to you as possible, to never let him go.
Wheeler didn’t have to be told twice. He initiated the kiss like you implied, slow and steady, head tilting to the side, nose gently brushing your cheek as he closed the distance. You froze momentarily before letting your eyes fall closed. His lips were slightly chapped but not unpleasant, a little rough but smooth enough to create the best sensation. You could hear your heart beating loudly and rapidly, so loudly you were positive Wheeler could hear it too.
Wheeler’s heart was pounding as well. He hoped you couldn’t hear it or feel it for that matter. He wanted to be cool, calm, and steady for you, knowing that’s what you needed — stability and reassurance. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to his body. You melted into his embrace, hands gliding up his chest to slip into his hair, holding firmly onto the back of his head, keeping him close as well, afraid he’ll slip away and you’ll wake up from some sick, cruel dream.
You didn’t want the kiss to end and neither did Wheeler, but unfortunately, your need for oxygen became too great. Slowly, the pair of you pulled apart, foreheads resting against one another, both your eyes still closed, savoring the moment you two just shared. As your breathing slowed, you finally opened your eyes to find Wheeler looking at you with admiration filled eyes, a wide grin full of happiness present as well. His smile was contagious. You studied him just for a few moments, really taking it all in. The more your eyes ran over his frame, the more your heart swelled, your mind traveled back to the beginning and all the little things he did for you over the course of these countless months. The little souvenirs, the sweet hang outs, the patience and gentleness he showed you, the phone calls and texts to check on you while he was traveling proved to you just how much he liked you and what you meant to him. All those things were exactly what you needed after the shitty relationship you were last in. You came to the final conclusion that you were in love with Wheeler Yuta, and you wanted nothing more than to take a chance on romance with him and to officially begin again.
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Who here are my fellow AEW angst writers? I need an aftermath of the Hangman Adam Page match. He lost a match to a guy that went in his house. We gonna be having some heavy feelings here.
I would love to see a reflection of after the match, on the way home, and seeing your name at home. I may do one myself but want to see if there would be any takers. Please wreck my heart. 🥲
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Quiéreme (Love Me)
Pairing: Penta El Zero (aka Pentagón Jr) (AEW) x Female! Reader
Synopsis: (Inspired by the song ‘’A Gangster’s Wife’’ by Ms. Krazie feat. Chino Grande)
Rating: Mature (18+ Only)
Warnings: angst, smut, use of pet names (angel, princesa ‘’princess’’ in Spanish, treasure, mi amor) (my love).
Word Count: 1.1k+
Requested by: @pentagonjr123
***GIF IS NOT MINE, CREDITS GO TO THE ORIGINAL OWNER***
***FLASHBACK, 2 DAYS AGO***
‘’Please leave your message after the tone,’’
BEEP.
‘’Hey Penta it’s me again,’’ You held the phone close up to your ear to leave a voicemail message for your husband, who you haven’t seen in two days. You sighed into the phone,
‘’I’ve been trying to call you already. I want to say five or six times that you are not picking up your phone and I am worried sick. It’s already three in the morning babe, where are you?’’
You hung up and didn’t finish what you were going to tell your husband the night that you’ve called, he has not been answering your texts or your calls ever since he disappeared without a trace. Your stomach began to turn inside out, and as you peeked at the window's exterior to you and your husband’s residence, a 5’11 shadow darted against the darkness before your own eyes. The street lights flickered on outside, you had to go and investigate what was going on.
‘’What the hell?’’ You mentally thought in the back of your clustered mind, eyes scanning in worry while you were in the opened doorway to your home. Your heart began to do rapid flip-flops inside of your chest, Penta should be home by any minute.
Your hand was placed upon your chest, clutching the soft material of your shirt while your thoughts became bankrupt. Extreme worry washed over you as footsteps thudded hard over to the door, and a quick banging on the door occurred. A hand shakily twisted the solid doorknob open, not peeking in the hole to your residence was probably going to be a big mistake.
‘’Penta?’’ You heard yourself say aloud, a masked man sprinted inside your home.
‘’Princesa, I am so sorry I didn’t pick up your calls, I can explain–’’
‘’Explain to me that you were elsewhere than you normally are. You had me worried sick!’’ You gave a daunting glare at your husband.
Penta lent out his hand to you pleading for forgiveness.
‘’I can make it up to you, please let me explain where and what I was doing,’’ His tone of voice was forbidding, on the verge of tears as you finally managed to give in since he was your husband.
‘’Spill,’’ You exhaled a sigh, grabbed a chair from the dining room, and sat upon it.
His voice shattered, and tension built up like building blocks one by one.
‘’Angel, I want to make this up to you but not just by saying words, but by my actions as well. I love you as much as my heart takes, you probably already know this since I sound like a broken record. Amame como si tu vida dependiera de ello.’’ (love me like your life was depending on it)
‘’Si, mi Amor.’’ You replied a smile appearing on your face.
You and Penta held each other close as if this were your last moments together. He wanted nothing but to show you how beautiful you were inside and out. Your e/c orbs wandered into his, a tear had shown behind his black and white mask.
‘’Quiereme.’’
‘’With my heart’s content.’’
Right before you could say something else, Penta’s large fingers found their way underneath your jawline and kissed you with passion and desire burning in his soul. The kiss cut out your airway, you proceeded to kiss him back, pursing your lips together. Fireworks had erupted within you, he lifted you up and carried you bridal style up to the bedroom. You couldn’t coherent sentences, you didn’t worry about the thought of talking with him, actions meant louder than words anyways. Penta laid you down on the bed with care, and the palm of his hand never left the back of your head. Rushing to get you undressed, the both of you shared saccharine kisses. He took a few steps back away from the bed, undressing in return to reveal what was underneath.
You were starstruck by how he was drop-dead handsome inside and out, you were lucky enough to have a husband like him. Penta eyed you up and down like a hawk, he muttered the word:
‘’Gorgeous.’’
You swooned, your hands resting on the surface of the queen-sized bed as he crawled into bed with you. He didn’t intend to talk as much, because his actions were louder in the name of love. He climbed on top of you with all of his body weight against yours, commending the sight of you. Penta positioned himself in front of your spread-out legs, sliding inside of you with such ease. Gasping at the sudden feeling of him rocking his hips back and forth, you felt every inch of his well-being. Finally adjusting to his size, your moans escalated through you as he began to pick the pace up. As the bedframes quivered, his heavy panting synched in with your moans.
‘’All mine, treasure,’’ He said through his breathing, his teeth grazing down on your soft skin making you hiss through gritted teeth.
Sounds of flesh slapping through the hallowed walls of the bedroom harmonized within the bedframes of the queen-sized bed shaking violently, Penta picked the back of your head up gently, holding you in his care. His veiny cock pounded your g spot over and over again, looking you directly in the eyes.
‘’Daddy loves how you moan for him, Princesa. You’re fuckin’ mine.’’
Your eyes started to roll around, your orgasm flowed like a river. You saw stars aligned in the ceiling, and your head arched as far as it could. He continued to praise you like his prize possession, cherishing how nobody but him could make you feel this good inside. The nerves in your legs jolted like lightning, you were so close to squirting everywhere.
‘’Pe-Penta,’’ You panted with a fistful of silhouette bedsheets, your knuckles slowly turning a ghostly white, so white you could see your knuckle bones.
Every so often, you heard him say: ‘’That’s my Princesa’’ and ‘’So hot when you take me like this, treasure.’’ in a repeated trance. Penta had you so damn worked up, that you couldn’t coherent any words.
‘’Cum!’’ He announced, letting you unwind. When you felt your legs collapse, your whole body collapsed as well in spite.
He rolled his body weight over onto the bed and laid beside you. Your chest bellowed up and down consuming in airy breaths, still seeing the stars from being fucked so hard from your well-proportioned husband.
‘’Mi amor, I love you.’’ He whispered, placing a sweetened kiss on your delicate collarbones.
Your neck slightly turned over to look at him.
‘’Thank you for everything, Penta.’’
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Hide and Seek- Dark Order
Dark Order x Fem! Reader
Behold an intrusive thought from a Yandere A-Z prompt list I found.
Warning for Dubious Content
Read at your own caution
Word Count: 713
I couldn’t think of anything else other than to run. Run to safety. Run to a nearby gas station or police station, I just needed to run. It was their fault I escaped, they left the bathroom window unlocked. I didn’t know if that was a test or not but I dared to take a chance. I knew they could kill me, they had killed everyone else.
I could hear the leaves crunching behind me, they were getting closer. I could hear my blood rushing in my ears, I could feel myself slowing down and getting tired. I could most likely outrun Uno, but if I knew them, they would’ve sent Ten after me, he’s the strongest of them. Anna’s the fastest so it would be all too easy for her to catch up to me.
I let out a squeal when I tripped over an exposed tree root and groaned when I tried to get up and my ankle twinged. This wasn’t good. Not at all. Without question they would find me now. I managed to drag myself behind a tree before trying to steady my breathing. My panting would surely give me away.
The footsteps got impossibly closer and I put my hand over my mouth as if to silence my breathing. Then it got quiet, too quiet. “Here kitty, kitty.” A voice cooed. Anna. She was always the smartest of the lot, and I knew she would be the one to catch up first. “Here kitty, kitty.” She called again, this time her voice was closer. Too close for comfort. I placed my other hand over my heart as if to silence the pounding beat that I’m sure everyone could hear. “Come on kitten, that wasn’t very nice. We’ve been so good to you and this is how you repay us? By running away?” Her voice was way too close now, she was within feet of me and I could feel myself trying to mold into the tree, hoping she would turn and leave.
It got quiet again, the kind of quiet that you can hear a pin drop, the kind of quiet that you could hear the thrumming of a rapid heartbeat. I couldn’t help the shriek that rose out of my throat when someone yanked me from the side. Even in the darkness, and even though he wore a mask, I could see the unforgiving eyes of Ten. I was right, they sent their smartest and strongest after me, knowing they would catch me. Anna’s silhouette was soon in my line of vision and there was no mistaking the smirk that was on her face.
“Silly little kitten, making us chase you. You know we like games, this one might be our favorite yet now. But you cheated, Kitten,” I swallowed slightly, I knew they didn’t like cheaters, especially during a game. “And cheaters never win.” Ten said in that deep baritone voice that made me shiver. He rarely spoke but when he did, I was certain to send a shiver down my spine.
Ten tried to move me again but I let out a small yell when my ankle twinged again, the pain much sharper than the last.
Anna opened her mouth to say something else but I quickly muttered “yellow” and the atmosphere shifted entirely. “What happened?” Anna immediately asked as she put her hands on my cheeks. “I tripped over a fucking tree root, I think I messed up my ankle.” Preston without question, hoisted me completely into his arms as if I weighed nothing. “We’ll put some ice on it back home. I’ll go ahead and let the others know we’ll pick this up another time.” My girlfriend said but before she could leave I grabbed her hand.
“Sorry we couldn’t finish the scene.” I said, disappointedly. This was our first time trying this kind of kink and mother nature ruined it. “Don’t apologize, Princess. It happens, we’ll try again once you’re all healed up.” Preston said as we could see the lights of the house getting closer. I didn’t say anything but just snuggled deeper into Preston’s chest as we went back home, and prayed for the healing process to be quick.
We had way too much fun to not try that again.
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fine line. | mjf (announcement)
greetings my jolly goobers :D i know i’ve been away for some time (oops) but i am proud to announce a new series i will be working on very intently :D it’s an mjf story (obviously) and it will feature doses of angst, fluff, conflict, and even some steamy scenes (like...really steamy. like full blown oxygen loss inducing smut scenes. be aware). the chapter titles are based on the song ‘fine line’ by harry edward styles, in which the complete fic gets its name. i hope you will enjoy the series, and it will begin to be uploaded hopefully soon :D stay tuned my dears. <3 (also if you have any questions feel free to ask meeeeee)
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Hey guys, I’m choosing to open up my requests again, so I’ve compiled some writing prompts y’all can choose from to send in with any wrestler of your choosing from the following list of wrestlers and prompts:
*Note: I can write for other people as well just feel free to ask me. Also, you don’t have to necessarily choose a prompt from this list, I can be anything really, a fanfic, a one shot, anything; don’t be afraid to ask!
Wrestlers I write for:
Adam Cole
AJ Styles
Angel
Big E
Boa
Buddy Matthews
Butch/Pete Dunne
Ciampa
Damian Priest
Drew McIntyre
EC3
Finn Bálor
Flash Morgan Webster
Humberto
Jey Uso
Jimmy Uso
Joaquin Wilde
Jon Moxley/Dean Ambrose
Jordan Devlin
Keith Lee
Kenny Omega
Kofi Kingston
Malakai Black/Aleister Black
Mark Andrews
Mustafa Ali
Pac/Neville
Sammy Guevara
Samoa Joe
Seth Rollins
Shawn Spears/Tye Dillinger
Shinsuke Nakamura
Trent Seven
Tyler Bate
Xavier Woods
Writing prompt List:
Fluff:
1. You're jealous aren't you?" "I'm not jealous."
2. "Shhh, come back to bed."
3. "It's ok. I couldn't sleep anyway."
4. “You're adorable when you are sleepy."
5. “You're everything to me."
6. “You're not going to lose me.”
7. “Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that.”
8. “I promised to love you forever.”
9. “Why do we have to keep hiding? I’m tired of being kept a secret.”
10. “Who said I ever stopped?”
Angst:
1. “How much of that did you hear?”
2. “Stop pushing everyone away.”
3. “It's better this way.”
4. “Don’t make this harder than it already is.”
5. “It wasn’t your fault.”
6. “Just talk to me please.”
7. “You’ll find your way back to me, I know you will.”
8. “Because I fell for you, isn’t it obvious?”
9. “Because I know when I open my eyes this will all turn out to be a dream and I’ll lose you again.”
10. “Is it worth it? Risking everything just for a chance.”
Smut:
1. “I could’ve helped.”
2. “All you had to do was ask.”
3. “Are you just going to stand there and watch, or are you going to come join in?”
4. “My tongue can do more than just talk, you know. Care to find out?”
5. “I love it when you touch yourself while thinking about me.”
6. “No one’s here. we can be as loud as we want.”
7. “You can be rough. I can take it.”
8. “If you called just to get off on my voice, I’m hanging up.”
9. “Say my name.”
10. “I will never get enough of you.”
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above all else
Your secret relationship comes to light when Tyler gets injured and you get faced with a choice you never wanted to make
warnings: angst, cursing
a/n: thank you as always @madhatterbri for brainstorming with me! enjoy babes! 🫶🏼
“One more” He smirks, chasing your lips. You gave into him again, your lips colliding effortlessly in the secret corner the two of you claimed months ago.
“You need to go. You’re gonna be late again.” You breathed out when you broke the kiss.
“I will after one more.” He whispers back, the dimples on his cheeks serving as your weakness when you leaned in for another kiss.
“Your match is in five minutes, Tyler.” You tried to sternly say, but failed when his lips lingered down your jaw, letting a soft sigh escape instead.
“I’ll make it.” He mumbles against your skin.
But you knew that wasn’t going to be the case. More often than not, the two of you had been getting lost with each other, losing track of time and quite frankly, not caring enough.
Comments have been made about him seeming distracted and a little off his game, and now it was starting to gain certain people’s attention. The last thing either of you wanted.
You had to pull away from him, lightly pushing against his chest to create some distance even though you didn’t want to.
“Don’t get in trouble because of me.” You say, cupping his cheek with the palm of your hand. “Go. I’ll meet you after.”
He gives in, but steals one last swift kiss before he heads towards the gorilla. You watch until he rounds the corner, glancing over his shoulder once to steal a glance and send you a little knowing smirk before he’s gone.
You head towards the viewing room, thankful that nobody was occupying it. It wasn’t uncommon for you to stay in there and watch his matches but some people have started to notice the pattern, so you had to be a little more cautious.
You watched with a smile plastered across your face as he headed down the ramp. Thankfully he made it in time, which was surprising considering you knew he didn’t run to get there.
It was always funny to see the way he effortlessly put on a serious face out there, but when he was back with you it was always sweet smiles and silly grins.
You watched on until he locked in the redrum and his music and the uproar of the crowd could be heard backstage, and walked out to meet him.
His eyes lit up when he spotted you, laying his title over his shoulder and glancing behind him to make sure nobody was around to see him steal another kiss from your lips.
“Congrats champ.” You grinned when you pulled apart.
“Thank you. Ready to go?” He smirks, the adrenaline fueled look in his eyes already telling you what he was planning to do for the rest of the night.
“Just let me go grab my stuff.” You say, kissing him one more time before you walk down the hallway towards the locker rooms.
——
Later on that night, as the two of you were tangled up under the bedsheets, Tyler got a call from his dad.
He sat up and grabbed the phone off the bedside table and held it to his ear. Before he could get a word out, his dad was already speaking.
You couldn’t make out what was being said but you felt him tense up underneath your hand laying over his stomach. His jaw tightened and he looked out the window as he listened to what his dad was telling him.
You were rubbing your thumb over his skin when you sensed the aggravation and he laid his hand over yours, but he didn’t look back down at you.
“Alright.” Was all he said before he hung up.
An elongated sigh passed through his lips before he wordlessly slid out from underneath the covers and grabbed his sweatpants off the floor.
You watched as he slid his sweatpants on with a huf and ran his hand through his unruly hair. Sitting up on the bed, clutching the blankets over your bare chest, you asked, “What’s wrong?”
He didn’t look at you at first. He was throwing his hoodie on which told you he was about to have to go somewhere.
You took that as your cue to go ahead and get dressed yourself, even though the plan was for you to stay the night with him. He only turned around when he heard you getting out of the bed.
“I have to go talk to my dad. I’ll be back soon.” He said before he slid on his shoes and walked back over to you.
“Is everything alright?” You asked, settling back down against the pillows propped on the headboard.
“Yeah, everything’s fine baby. I’ll be back in a little while. Get some sleep, it’s late.”
“I was hoping I would be sleeping with you.” You pout, earning a smile to spread across his lips.
“Pretty sure we just did that.” He teased before kissing your lips briefly and heading out the door.
——-
You woke up to the sun peeking through the curtains and Tyler’s arm draped across your side. You turned in his arms, only to find him already awake.
“Good morning.” You smiled.
“Morning.” He smiled back, but you could tell that smile didn’t reach his eyes this time.
“When did you get back?”
“Late. I didn’t want to wake you up.” He pulls you closer.
“How did the talk with your dad go?” You asked, even though it felt like you maybe shouldn’t have.
You felt his arm tense a bit, his eyes trailing from your face down to a random part of the bedsheets.
“I don’t know.” He shrugs. “Not bad, not good. I don’t really wanna talk about it right now.”
You wondered what it was about. The way he dismissed it made you even more curious, but you simply nodded and snuggled closer to him.
“How much longer can we stay like this?” You asked, changing the subject. “I just wanna lay here all day with you.”
“Not long enough.” He smirked before kissing your forehead. “We need to be at the airport in about two hours.”
You groaned at that, and he chuckled.
———
The next week was much like the others had been. You met up at the hotel before call time and even though your rooms were on different floors you still managed to sneak in and make up for the four days you spent apart.
“At this point you might as well start coming home with me.” He grinned as he placed a series of loose kisses to your shoulder.
“And reveal our little secret?” You quirked your brow. “I thought you told me we’re going to keep this as lowkey as possible.”
“We still can.” He smirks against your skin. “Just tell people you’re in New York for a meeting or something if anyone asks.”
“And when I get seen sneaking out of your house?”
“Then I guess the secrets out.” He shrugs with that coy smirk gracing his lips.
“No reason why we have to keep this between us anyway. I mean, yeah it’s cool that nobody’s in our business but it’s hard for me to have to keep my hands off you when we’re around people. Especially when I know what we do when we’re alone.”
You felt a flutter in your chest, your heart skipping a beat as he placed random kisses all over your face. You would’ve got lost in the moment all over again if you hadn’t glanced over at the clock on the bedside table.
“Oh shit” you breathed out, sitting up on your elbows. “It’s already two. We’re gonna be late.”
Tyler glanced over at the clock and then back down at you, that smirk on his lips widening slightly as he shrugged one shoulder and placed his lips to your neck.
“Tony said you can’t be late anymore Tyler.” You attempted to remind him, but he wasn’t listening, and the feeling of his lips against the sensitive skin had you laying back down beneath him.
“We need to go” You breathed out, tilting your head to the side to allow him more access.
“We will after this.” He mutters, his hand trailing down your side, settling on your hip.
“You’re gonna be in trouble, babe.”
“Worth it.”
———
You felt like you were doing the walk of shame when you arrived to the arena nearly forty-five minutes late. You felt like everyone could tell what you just got done doing even though you tried to fix your hair and cover the marks on your neck in the car.
Tyler walked in behind you but stayed at a distance, attempting to not make it obvious but in your mind, everyone around was piecing it all together.
You avoided everyone’s wandering eyes and headed to the locker room. You wanted to wish Tyler good luck on his match but you didn’t want to make things more obvious than they probably already were.
Once you finally got changed, make up on and put your things away, you headed to the viewing room in hopes that you could still catch a piece of his match at least.
What you saw on the screen when you walked in made your heart sink to your stomach.
There were multiple medics on the outside of the ring surrounding someone, and somehow your gut already knew who.
You stood inches from the screen and watched with knots twisting tightly in your stomach as one medic signaled for help, and the camera panned in on Tyler laying there and clutching his head in both hands.
You immediately raced out the viewing room the second the medics got him on the stretcher and took him out. Your heart was pounding in your ears as you made a b-line for the medical room, but someone stopped you before you got there.
“Y/N.” You heard your name being called from someone behind you. You almost didn’t turn around to see who it was at first.
“Is he okay?” You asked urgently, stopping to let Taz catch up with you. You could see the concern on his face.
“I’m going to check on him now.” He says.
“Me too.” You nodded, about to walk down the hall but Taz stopped you.
“That was a bad botch, Y/N.” He says, removing his glasses and revealing the worry in his eyes. “He’s been making little mistakes a lot lately, but now it’s gotten too far. He could’ve broke his neck.”
The words made your stomach sink and a sickening feeling seep in.
“I didn’t see what happened. I just saw the aftermath.” You admitted, doing your best to keep your voice strong.
“He slipped off the side of the ring in the middle of a suplex. Was supposed to land on the side but that’s not what happened. That’s also unlike him, until recently.”
Your lips parted, but no words came out. You could feel what he was getting at and tried to process that while still having Tyler fresh in your mind, and the image of him laying helplessly on the mat.
“This isn’t something I’d usually stick my nose in, but when it comes to my son not having a clear head and putting himself in harms way, I feel like I have to.” He clears his throat. You could’ve swore you saw a flash of sympathy in his eyes.
“He’s not prioritizing his career anymore, Y/N. He’s been showing up late, botching moves left and right, and now this. I kept my mouth shut for the most part, but after seeing him nearly break his neck tonight? I can’t do that anymore.”
You swallowed thickly, nodding in understanding and just trying not to let him see tears pool in your eyes.
“I know what you two have going on. I know that’s the reason why he’s no longer prioritizing his career. He’s prioritizing you. In any other situation, that would be a great thing. But he’s clearly not able to balance work and a relationship without putting his life at risk.”
All you could do was stand there and listen to what Taz was saying, and unfortunately, it all made perfect sense.
“He’s a grown man. I can’t tell him what to do even if I tried. He’s stubborn as no other, anyway.” he chuckles coldly.
“Same goes for you, but I believe you know that I’m right about this. This relationship is a distraction for him and I think it would be best if you at least consider what I’m telling you, because I don’t want to see my son in the same situation I was in when I broke my neck, and I know you don’t either.”
You nodded tightly, looking down at the floor to avoid his eyes and blink back the tears before they had a chance to escape.
“I’m going to check on him. I’m sure he’ll let you know what’s going on.” Taz says before he offers a tight smile and walks away.
———
You went back to your hotel room that night, instead of his. A couple missed calls and texts were floating on your screen but you didn’t respond to any of them.
You curled up underneath the blankets, your tears soaking the pillow as you sobbed into them. The adrenaline rush from being scared to death about Tyler getting hurt had wore off and now you were left exhausted and emotionally torn.
Taz was right. You knew he was. Tyler had been off his game a lot since the two of you got together. He didn’t care to be punctual anymore, he missed practices and gym sessions just to spend a little extra time with you.
Tonight could’ve been way worse than it was. You were relieved to find out that he was okay, just took a bad blow to the head, but what if that wasn’t the case? What if he would’ve been concussed or even worse?
That wasn’t something you wanted to ever see, ever even think about, but Taz brought it to your attention and you had no choice but to snap out of the daydream you’d been living in and snatched back to harsh, cold reality.
What’s best for Tyler is if you end things, even though it’s the last thing you would ever want to do.
———
Your phone screen was filled with missed calls and texts from him when you woke up the next morning. Every time you thought about how to break things off, you just couldn’t do it.
Avoiding him wasn’t the best idea in the world but right now it was saving you the heartbreak, sort of.
You scheduled your flight for an earlier time just so you wouldn’t run into him at the airport and hoped that going back home for a couple days before you had to see each other again would help you gather the strength to do what you knew you needed to do.
But that didn’t work that way and you should’ve known that.
You arrived an hour early to the arena that following saturday. You planned to make a dash for the locker rooms and stay in there until your match, but as you were trying to get there, you ran into the man you’d been avoiding for the last few days.
His eyes still lit up when he saw you, despite the fact that you haven’t spoke to him since wednesday. You were thankful to see that he seemed okay, but you dropped your head and tried to keep walking the minute your eyes locked.
He rushed up towards you, gently calling your name until you continued to avoid him. Despite all the eyes around, he grabbed your hand to stop you, his eyes filled with hurt when you looked into them.
“I’ve been calling you non stop. Why are you ignoring me? What’s going on?” He asks, keeping his voice low but not really caring about the suspicious eyes around you.
“I-“ You managed to explain but you couldn’t do it. Looking into his deep brown eyes, how soft and gentle they were when he stared into yours, even despite the fact that he’s probably been losing sleep not hearing from you. It was breaking your heart.
“C’mere” he whispers when he catches someone staring at the two of you. He takes your hand and leads you down the hall. You already know you’re heading to the secret corner that every arena seems to have, that the two of you have spent way too much time in.
You stopped him when you got there, pulling your hand out of his grasp. He looked down at it before looking back at you with pain washing through those dark eyes.
“Y/N, what is going on?”
“You need to break up with me.” You blurted, the words searing your tongue when you spoke them.
“What?” He asks, taking a step closer, but you take one back. “Why would I-“
“You got hurt, Tyler. You got hurt and it could’ve been really, really bad.” You explain desperately. As many times as you’ve rehearsed this in your head, there was no way to make it less painful.
“I’m fine baby.”
“What if you weren’t?” You asked. “Ever since we’ve been together, you’ve been putting everything on the back burner. Everything except for me and seeing you get hurt Wednesday, knowing how bad it could’ve been? I can’t let you do this anymore, Tyler.”
He could see the tears pooling in your eyes, he could see how painful it was for you to even say it. Almost as heart wrenching as it was to hear it.
“I didn’t think I’d be able to say this to you. I wanted you to break up with me and I guess I thought just avoiding you would do the trick but-“
“I’m not breaking up with you.” He reaches for you, but you slip out of his grasp.
“Then I guess I have to.” You shrug, letting one tear slip down your cheek before you wipe it with the back of your hand.
“No, you don’t.” He refuses. “That botch wasn’t your fault. I don’t even understand why you would think that?”
“Because I’m too much of a distraction and I see that now.” You admit. “You aren’t focusing on your career anymore, you’re just focusing on me and if that’s gonna lead to you getting seriously hurt, then we can’t do this anymore.”
The moment those words passed through your lips, his eyes hardened. It was like a spark of realization for him when a conversation he had with his dad came to the forefront of his mind.
“My dad talked to you, didn’t he?” He asks. You wanted to deny it, but you knew you could never lie to him.
“He wasn’t wrong, Tyler.”
“He is wrong.” He adamantly attests. “He told me the same shit the other night. I told him about us, and he told me I needed to focus on my career and not some temporary thing.”
Your heart cracked down the center at those words, and Tyler took a step closer to you, reaching out and cupping your cheek with his hand.
His gentle touch made another tear slip down your cheek, and he wiped it away with his thumb.
“And I told him you’re not a temporary thing. You’re my girl and I love you. I want to be with you for as long as you’ll have me. I don’t care what he says, Y/N. I don’t care what anyone says. I’m ready to make that known.”
“But he still has a point when he says that you’re not prioritizing your career, Tyler.”
“I was distracted, but only because i’ve been wanting to make us known. I was thinking about how I was planning to bring you out there after my match. I was planning to let the world, my dad, whoever know that you’re mine. I was nervous and I just made a mistake. None of that was your fault and don’t ever for a second think that it was.”
You let a soft smile slip upon your lips and he returned one back. He wiped away one last tear with his thumb before he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours.
You gave into him in a heartbeat, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck, letting him pull you in as close as you could possibly get.
When you pulled apart, he looked into your eyes for a moment, brushing some loose hairs out of your face. He could still see all of the worries weighing down on you. You could still feel the heaviness in your chest when you replayed Taz’s words in your mind.
“What about your dad?” You asked nervously. “He’s not gonna be happy. He practically told me to stay away from you and that’s clearly not what we’re doing here.”
“Don’t worry about him. I’ll talk to him. It’ll be okay.” He says before he steals another kiss, but you pull away again.
“Does this mean we can’t sneak off to these random corners anymore?” You asked, earning a chuckle from him.
“We can always do that.” He smirks.
“Are you sure about all of this? I mean, if we’re going to make this known, I would actually like if your parents liked me. Taz probably won’t when he finds out I did the exact opposite of what he said.”
“He already does like you.” Tyler says. “And it won’t be the first time he’s had to deal with someone not listening to him. Look who his kid is.”
You couldn’t help but laugh at that, and it made Tyler smile.
“We can tell him first, then we can tell everyone else. That way it won’t be such a shock to him.” You suggested, but that’s when you heard a third voice from a little ways down the hall.
“Takes a whole lot to shock me these days. Like Tyler said, look who my kid is.”
You put some distance between you and Tyler when Taz caught your attention. Your eyes widening slightly as he started walking towards you two.
Tyler smirked at you and your reaction before he slung his arm around your shoulders. You thought he was crazy for that.
“I can’t say I’m surprised at this. The only thing I will say is Tyler, you need to tighten up. All this being late and botching moves, it’s not gonna work around here no more.”
Tyler stiffens up but says nothing as he tightly nods, then Taz directs his attention to you.
“My kid’s stubborn as hell. He probably didn’t hear a word I said just then. Keep him straight. He listens to you better than me anyway.”
You felt the relief wash through you when you saw the slight hint of a smile on taz’s face. He walked up to Tyler and gave him a strong pat on the shoulder.
“Your mother will like her. Stubborn just like she is” He laughs before his smile drops again. “But I mean it son. No more of this. I want to see you back on your game next time you’re in that ring.”
“I’m pretty sure that won’t be a problem anymore.” Tyler smiles, pulling you closer into his side.
Taz glances between the two of you. Maybe he didn’t mean to smile, but he did anyway.
“What are you two doing in this corner anyway? Is this why you can’t make it to your matches in time?” Taz questions, before the realization hits him.
“You know what? I don’t wanna know. Sorry I asked.”
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Unfinished business
Pt. 1
summary: you and Rhea have known each other since you were teenagers training at the same wrestling school except only one of you made it to the big screen but now it was time for you both to share that same fate.
pt.2|
trope: enemies to lovers
warning(s): SMUT (eventually), ANGST, swearing, yelling, DRAMA DRAMA DRAMA (lmk if i missed any)
pairing(s): rhea x f!reader, judgment day x reader (not romantic), and more but there’s to many :)
a/n: this is going to be a series, i’m not sure how many parts but this is my first time writing a series or anything like this so please be kind and if you have any helpful advice or tips lmk <3
Backstory
You had moved to Adelaide at the age of 16 to train at this very wrestling school. Luckily you had family that lived in Austrailia and your parents always let you follow your dreams and be your own person. Your first day at the school you had been so nervous slightly second guessing your re-location. Your nerves were suddenly calmed by a hand on your arm. Your head whipped around to see who was behind you.
"Hey my name is Demi, this your first day?" She said with a welcoming smile and her accent thick, it took you a moment to gather your thoughts because the girl that you had just met just so happened to also be the most beautiful girl you've ever met.
"uh-yeah, it's nice to meet you my name is y/n" you said sitting your bag down on the floor against the wall. You stood back up and started putting your hair up in a ponytail to keep it out of your face.
She stared at you like you hung the stares and the moon. You noticed her out of the corner of your eye, not thinking much of it at the time but you took note and stored this moment in the back of your brain.
" good to meet you y/n, can't wait to kick your ass out there" she said smirking at you waiting for what you were going to say. " Your on but be prepared to have your day ruined cause you have no idea what I'm capable of" you said walking close to her, tilting your head up slightly to meet her gaze.
She enjoyed the playful banter, she chuckled walking past you to go meet the trainer. You followed behind her just a few moments later after putting the rest of your things in your bag.
Once you made your way to the group that was training with you the trainer started to speak "Alright ladies and gentleman welcome back to another wonderful day of wrestling, How is everyone feeling today?". The group collectively said 'good', "Great now we are gonna start a little different today since you may have noticed with have a new student joining us today" He said pointing at you quickly, you did a small wave to everyone.
"Okay y/n we are gonna go over some of our basic rules real quick" you nodded waiting for him to speak again. "Rule one, when you are in the training area everyone goes by their ring name so if you have chosen yours, great, if not then get to choosing kid you have a free pass tonight but next session I wanna hear you using your ring name" he said waiting for you to nod or something so he could continue. But, you already had one picked out so you spoke up, "I actually already have one, it's the one I've been using since I was at my last wrestling school" you said in an up-beat tone. "Ok, well, let's hear it" he said impressed that you had already had one and felt confident using it at another facility. "It's y/r/n" you said with confidence, "Alright, sounds good, I like it, it's very original, good job kid" he said with a nod of approval.
"Alright and rule number two, do not and I mean absolutely do not bring your personal life into your wrestling life. You wanna date someone in this group, I'm not one to stand in the way of love but that love needs to say at the door." You nodded agreeing, you never planned to combine the two but it was a great rule to have.
"So, now that all of that is out of the way let's get to kicking some ass!" he said in a more energetic tone. "Y/r/n I want you to start us out, wanna see what you can do and what we need to work on, Rhea I want you in there with her" he said motioning towards the ring and moving out of the way to allow you two to slide in the ring and your now standing just a few inches apart.
You start feeling those familiar nerves build up in your gut. You let out a deep breath shoving those feelings down because it's not like you can walk out of the ring and fly back home now. Rhea noticed the anxious look on your face she mouthed to you as to not draw attention to you "You got this". That's all it took for a strong wave of confidence to wash over you.
"Okay, ladies we are gonna start with some basics" he said instructing you with a strong accent. "Let's go ahead and do some grappling" you waited for his cue to move towards the buff girl ahead of you. You lock up, her hands on your shoulders and yours on her shoulders shoving each other back and forth. Suddenly you dropped to the ground and perfectly executing an arm drag with her landing on her back.
She stood up but for that she smacked the mat in frustration. She was not messing around now, she was in full Rhea mode. You grabbed her arm and swung under it as you twisted her muscular limb. Once you fully up again she turned towards you with a look of discomfort on her face from her arm being twisted in an unnatural direction. In a split second her fist was connecting with your cheek, sending you down to the mat in pain. She wasted no time pouncing on you, grabbing a fist full of your hair in her hands, dragging you back up to your feet. Once you were back up you couldn't think of anything else so you just bitch slapped her. She let go of your hair to put a hand on her face and then glaring back at you. You were totally fucked.
"Alright, alright guys that was good and y/r/n I'm impressed to fair I didn't see a lot but you held your own and that's what I'm looking for" you smiled to yourself not wanting to seem conceited in anyway. Rhea stood behind you leaning in to whisper. "That was good and might I say you have one hell of a slap" she said pulling back with a chuckle. "How about this, you two are gonna have a match right here right now" you looked at Rhea to try and read her to see if she was up to it. "I'm down if you are y/r/n?" she said looking at you waiting for your response. "Of course, how could I pass up kicking your ass. Ripley" you said with a mischievous look on your face and saying the last part with a hint of aggression.
The bell rang and you two were sizing each other up. You made the first move, running to her and kneeing her in the stomach. She stumbled back to collect herself but you didn't let up throwing uncoordinated punches and slaps at her back while she was hunched over. She finally caught one of your hits and you realized you did not think this through. She pulled your arm and slung you into the corner, once you hit the turnbuckle you looked up and she was hurdling towards you and she jumped up and dropped kicked you right in the chest. That blow sent you crumbling to the mat laying there clutching your chest and coughing. She pulled you up and threw your limp body over her broad shoulders carrying back to the same turnbuckle and sitting you on the very top. A surge of adrenaline rushed through you as you slowly sat back up as she was climbing to meet you at the top of the ropes. You used all you strength to push her off. She stumbled back in shock as to how you mustered up the strength to fight back. You waited till she was fully alert again and stood up tall on the top rope you jumped putting all your faith in your aim and in Rhea's ability to catch you. You landed on her shoulders and then slung your body down to send her flying, her doing a messy front flip from all the momentum traveling through her body.
The match went on for about another five minutes and you guys were laid out on the mat. You decided to take advantage of getting up before her. You decided to submit her because all of your pin attempts have failed miserably. You locked in a prism lock, she was writhing below you and you were using all your strength to hold her up eventually you couldn't anymore so you placed a knee on her upper back and twisted her like a pretzel. She finally smacked the mat, giving into your torture.
You dropped her body to the mat and looked down at her. You squatted down to her and leaned your head in to whisper "What was all that talk about you kicking my ass huh?" She groaned and glared up at you. "I'll get you next time" and she wasn't kidding, after that day you guess had a heated rivalry going.
Even though you guys had a serious rivalry going you never hated her and you two knew that the tension and fighting was only improving both of your wrestling abilities.
One day a couple years later you were 21 and Rhea had just turned 22. You two were still training at the same school but now you were training the younger students while also competing in the indie circuit. You had become the the IWJP champion in your time in Japan, and now making your way inside the facility to do some training and teaching later that day. You sat your things down and you were tying your hair up, once it was up you stood up from your crouched position and turned around unexpectedly she was also here. You didn't think she would be here since she had been in the U.S trying out for WWE NXT, you had felt a lot of jealousy towards her for that, it had always been your dream to make it to WWE but she managed to do it before you.
You walked past her with no intention on speaking to her since you knew how you felt and she did to. She saw you walk past and felt a little hurt you didn't at least wave or say a quick greeting. She hopped of the ring apron and made her way over to you. " Aw is someone still mad that I managed to get a try out and they wouldn't even think to reach out to you" she said with a mocking tone, now was not the time for her to be messing with you. Your head slowly turned towards her "You know what Rhea soon the WWE is gonna realize who really belongs there and it's not you. In the meantime I'll be in Japan as a matter of fact across the world gaining more titles while your still just training to hopefully even make it on TV. So, you have fun in states just hoping you make at least one TV appearance I'll be here putting in work and carrying a new title every time you come back" you said glaring up at her and speaking with an aggressive tone. She chuckled at what you said but you both knew she was gonna make it and you were just upset she wasn't gonna be here for much longer. It was true you were gonna miss her even when she destroyed you in the ring.
"You know what y/r/n, your delusional, you'll never see the inside of a WWE ring unless it's from the stands and you paid to be there. I'll be on the big screen and you'll still be here training other people, not even trying to make any of your dreams come true" you were stunned at her sudden aggression but to be honest you were used to squabbles like this with Rhea. You nodded and walked away flipping her off as you were making your way over to the lifting area. She chuckled and went back into the ring she was training in.
Suddenly Rhea's phone rang and you heard it from where you were since the building wasn't that big. She walked over to her back that was on the stairs beside the ring. She quickly grabbed her phone and answered it. You only heard a few yes's and some ok's coming from her but you also saw the nodding of her head but what was most noticeable was the growing excitement on her face as her eyes lit up she said a quick "ok thank you so much, I'll be there in the afternoon tomorrow" her accent thicker than ever caused by the amount of excitement. She hung up and quickly gathered her things, she was quickly making her way out of the building but before that she went up to same trainer she had been working with since she was young girl. You couldn't hear what was said but you saw them share a quick hug and the look on his face was one of a proud father.
You hadn't seen or heard from her in months. You called and texted but to no avail. Where did she go? Is she ok? Can she just please respond to me?
You tried texting her again but gave up hope. You were sat on your couch in your small apartment, you decided to turn on the TV and watch WWE NXT UK. The show started and you weren't paying much attention as you had started scrolling on Instagram. That was until you heard something that caught your attention immediately. The ring announcer was saying her name, you almost thought you were hearing things that was until she appeared on your screen. She looked so different, her hair was short and a light shade of brow, her outfit was dark and edgy. Your mouth hung open as you saw her, you watched the match in shock and a little bit of anger. It was nearing the end and Rhea was going for her finisher, little did you know she took some inspiration from you and locked in your signature prism lock. This bitch really stole my move, you thought. After she won and held her first title a fire was lit inside you and you worked harder than ever to catch her and prove that you deserve to be there too.
Present day
You had been apart of a new wrestling promotion in the US called AEW. It was WWE's biggest rivalry, you were so close but after a few years of working your way up to the top you were finally happy. You were sat on the plane checking your email while waiting to land in the next city, that's when you saw an email that stuck out. It was from your agent, the agent you were kind of forced to get since you were one of if not the biggest female wrestler in the world right now, you held so many titles across the world but mostly in Japan and AEW. You opened the email and it read:
Good morning y/n I hope this finds you well. I have just received a call from WWE management and they really want to talk to you about signing with them. I know how we have talked about making it to the big time and now it's here. The decision is all yours, please call me once you land and we can talk more.
Your hand covered your face in disbelief. Your friends noticed and they nudged you snapping you out of your thoughts. "Hey you ok?" Your close friend Ruby said. "Yeah, I just got an email from my agent s'all " you said glancing at her then back down to your email. "Oh, really, what'd it say?" she said inquisitively "Uh, nothing everything's good, I'm just dramatic" you tried to distract her from earlier by being sarcastic. You felt bad that you couldn't tell her but if you were gonna make the move it had to be done in secret to really keep it a surprise.
You got off the plane and immediately called your agent. You spoke with her for a few minutes and luckily you there wasn't a show tonight because now you were jumping in your rental car and drove for about 2 hours to a city close by to meet with WWE management. You haven't decided if you were gonna leave AEW yet but you wanted to hear what they had to offer. You made it to the arena WWE was performing in that night and went in the back to avoid being spotted by fans or talent.
"Hi, y/n it's great to finally meet you" Stephanie said sticking her hand out for a handshake. "It's great to meet you too, Stephanie, I'm excited to hear what you guys are planning" you shook her hand firmly. You walked behind the powerful woman. You finally made it to her office for the night, "please have a seat, make yourself comfortable, who knows maybe this'll become your new home" she said motioning to the couch as she sat across from you in a comfortable looking arm chair. You chuckled at the last part of what she said, "ok y/n we have a few idea's" she said making her self comfortable and crossing her legs making eye contact with you.
"Alright let's hear 'em" you said looking at her. "So as you might know we have Wrestlemania coming up in a month and I'd love for you to be apart of it. We already have a match going on for the Women's World Title" you nodded and she continued "We want you to start your WWE journey by interfering in the finish of the match. Our title holder is Rhea Ripley." the name sent shivers down your spine. You didn't know she was the title holder since you had stopped watching WWE when you joined the rival company. It had been years since you saw her or heard anything more than a brief mention of her reign of dominance on the women's division.
"I understand you two have a long history" you nodded hiding the look of nervousness on your face. She continued to explain her plan and you liked it a lot. The feelings you had for Rhea had reappeared as she continued to talk. "You know what Stephanie" you pause briefly, "I'm in, let's do this" you said with a wave of confidence washing over you. She looked at you with pure excitement in her eyes. "Alright well I'm glad to hear that, I'm even more excited to have you joining our family your gonna fit in just perfect here" she said as she initiated a quick hug. You hugged her back, you were walking out of the arena and back to your car as you saw something. It was quick but it caught all your attention, you saw a broad figure, backside facing you. She was walking in, she didn't see you thank god. But you surely saw her. She was more muscular than you remember, her hair was black like a raven and her skin was covered in beautiful works of art. The tattoo's she had always talked about wanting to get.
You made the journey back to your designated city for the night and you laid in your bed. You emailed your agent and let her know what happened with Stephanie. Your agent called you and then discussed the next steps. She contacted AEW management and set up a meeting with them. The meeting was happening the next night before the show.
You did your nightly routine and climbed into bed. Your thoughts were all over the place but finally you drifted off to sleep. Once you woke up you hopped in the shower. You got out and got dressed and ready to head to the arena. On your way there you were nervous to tell your management about your decision to leave. You made it to the arena and walked inside, waving at the fans that were camped out at the fence and walked up to few kids that wanted pictures. You always loved talking to the fans because you were human too. You got to the locker room and put your stuff up. You found your agent waiting outside and you two walked to Tony's office and knocked on the door, he answered "come on in" he said moving to the side as he held the door open for you and your agent. After about an hour of discussion, you and the team had devised a plan for your last night. You were gonna drop your title, the AEW TBS Championship, to your long time friend, Julia Hart. You had no problem doing this since you viewed her as a little sister, she deserved the title and you were over the moon that you'd be able to give it to her.
You asked if you could be the one to tell her since you also had to tell her that you would be leaving. You waited for her to get to the arena, "Hi gorgeous" she said in a giddy tone as she hugged you. "Oh, hi, how was your drive" you said happily returning her embrace. "Ugh, I hate being stuck in the car with those guys, y'know, it's like a testosterone overload 24/7" you laughed at her "I'm sorry you had to be stuck in there, buuuuuutttt I have some good and bad news for you" you said to her as she finished putting her things up. She gasped "Someone finally told MJF to shut the hell up!!" you laughed once more as did she "no, no, no, but someone should really do that" you said with a brief pause. "you, my friend" you said pointing at her and taking a step forward "you are going over tonight" you said waiting for her to say something. "OH MY GOD WHAT!" she said jumping up and down with excitement and jumping into your arms. "wait" she letting go of you, "who's putting over" she said confused and you pointed to your self. "WHAT! oh my god, we get to finally have a match together!" she said with more excitement.
You guys had been clamoring for a match together but it always got shut down. Tears threatened to spill as you saw how excited she was. "I can't wait for them to announce you as champion tonight Jules" you said going for another hug. "What? Your dropping your title? To me? NO! You are the greatest champion this promotion has ever seen you cant just drop it to me!" she said with a little anger and a hint of sadness as she got a feeling of what the bad news might be. "Julia you deserve it, you've worked your ass of to get here and it's time for the world to show you some respect" you said convincingly, she nodded as you continued. "Ok now the bad news" you paused glancing to her, "Tonight is my last match" you both became teary eyed, she knew that was coming as soon as you said she was gonna be champion.
"I-i-i can't believe it. Your really leaving?" She questioned you hoping that she heard you wrong. "Yes, and I'm leaving knowing that my best friend is gonna be champion and is gonna continue kicking ass" you said trying to cheer her up. It was part of the business, friends leave and move on to other things, you both knew this very well and understood. "Thank you y/n, Thank you for trusting me enough for you to drop your title to me" she said. You nodded not being able to speak since you were torn up about leaving her.
You made your final entrance with your title, putting on your mean face as you made your way down the ramp. Julia's music hit and she made her was down the ramp and to the ring. The match lasted for 10 minutes, that was 10 minutes of you trying to soak up every last bit of the crowds energy. She finally got the 3 count and rose up off the mat, grabbing the title and holding it high. The show went to a commercial break as the lights dimmed slightly you two embraced each other tightly, not knowing when you'll see each other again. The crowd noticed at the last second and let out a simultaneous "Awe" you held her and pulled away and grabbed her face and whispered to her. "I believe in you, you can do this, keep being you, do what you do best a whoop ass, ok?" you said to her as she nodded soaking up your words of encouragement. "I love you, Jules, if you ever need me, you know where to reach me" you said "Ok, I will and if you need me just call me, good luck, I love you y/n" you kissed the top of her head and pulled away and walked away, out of the ring, leaving her in there alone with her music playing loudly as she held up her title with confidence. She glanced at you making your way back stage, you felt her glance and turned around and waved her goodbye and blew her kiss with a smile at your face feeling proud of her.
You got to your locker room and got ready to leave. You said goodbye to all your friends and acquaintances, you walked out teary eyed. You got back to your hotel and laid on the bed lost in your thoughts as your phone started going off. You grabbed it and unlocked it, your comment section was going crazy with a mix of the fans emotions some sad, some happy, some started speculating what might be going on. None of them guess right though. You plugged your phone up for the night and drifted of to sleep.
You woke up to Stephanie calling you and asking you to meet her in Florida at the PC. You jumped on the first flight out and while you were on your flight you scrolled through Instagram. Swiping through stories and the biggest news on your feed was you and Julia's match last night. You went to her account and saw she posted a heart-felt message that made you tear up a bit. The message ended the way you thought it would, at the bottom it read:
"...But in the end, The house always wins."
#rhea ripley x reader#julia hart#aew dynamite#aew rampage#aew wrestling#rhea ripley#rhea ripley angst#angst#wwe x y/n#wwe x reader#wwe smackdown#wwe raw#wrestling#writers on tumblr#writerscommunity#writing#fanfic
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Best Memories (T.W)
Pairing: Hook x Reader
Word Count: 1,262
Description: Hook never wanted you to know what he did for a living.
Trigger Warning: Includes character death.
I'm so sorry for what you're about to read but I hope you enjoy it regardless.
Thank you @new-zealand-chic for reading over this for me beforehand to let me know if it was worth posting.
You can thank @madhatterbri for picking the character.
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If you wanna be added to the list lemme know.
Hook taglist: @wickedval
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“Mamas wake up.”
A soft voice whispered in your ear as warm lips pressed against your cheek and neck a few times, a groan left your lips as you tried to snuggle deeper into the blankets.
“More sleep.”
You whined, you were so tired the night before had been filled with the two of you love making and you were more than happy to just lay here together resting.
“I know but I gotta get up my dad needs me to run a couples errands for work and I want some love from you before leaving.”
Tyler pressed a kiss to your shoulder as he slowly worked on waking you up, when your eyes finally opened the were met with the sight of him grinning at you. His hair flopped over his eyes and all messy from your fingers running through and tugging it.
“Good morning beautiful.”
He said pressing his lips to yours as you mumbled back a good morning, stretching you couldn’t help but blush as his eyes followed the sheet falling off your chest.
“You look good wearing my marks.”
The smirk in his voice was evident as he referred to the love bites he had left scattered across your skin; the most recent one being on the left side of your chest directly over your heart.
“Well you seem to enjoy giving them so I’m glad you think so.”
“Can’t pretend like you don’t enjoy them mamas you’re almost always moaning my name when I’m giving them.”
You smiled watching as he climbed out of bed still completely naked and walked to the bathroom to shower. Laying in the bed you shifted on your side as you listened to him hum. The sun had just started shining through the windows, so you knew it was still early. When he finally returned from the shower with a towel around his waist you whistled wiggling your brows.
“Behave I don’t have time to get you.”
He chuckled dressing quickly then walking to the bed and leaning over to kiss you deeply his hand resting on your cheek.
“Be safe, call me if you need anything and I should be home by six.”
Kissing him back you nodded stroking his jaw lightly with the tips of your fingers.
“You be safe as well I mean it I don’t want you coming home with stiches in your knuckles.”
“I’ll do my best.”
He laughed giving you another kiss as you exchanged I love yous and he left the bedroom. Settling into the blankets on his side you yawned rubbing your eyes as you listened to his fading footsteps. The front door closing signaled to you that he had left, and you could finally go back to sleep.
Tyler never wanted you to know what he really did for work, told you it was best that his girl didn’t get mixed in with those types of things. Apart from he did some stuff with his dad that was all you really knew. So, when Anthony showed up at your shared apartment later in the day looking stressed and begging you to come with him to the Senerchia home you knew it was serious.
“What’s wrong?”
“Tyler got hurt.”
Was the only thing that he told you as you slipped your shoes on and grabbed your keys. The tight feeling in your stomach only grew as you followed him down to his car and buckled up. Watching out the window as he weaved through the crowed streets of New York. His knee bouncing in anticipation as his eyes darted around, the feeling of dread grew as you got closer to Taz’s house.
Anthony parked and the two of you exited the car quickly making your way to the front door, not bothering to knock Anthony opened it for you. Motioning to follow him he led you up the stairs and to a room you were most familiar with. Tyler’s room.
“I’m sorry Y/n.”
He whispered squeezing your hand and stepping back you paused for just a moment, fear gripping you as you searched his face. Pushing the door open you spotted Taz and his wife surrounding the bed, the room was quiet apart from some labored breathing and soft crying.
Looking up Taz’s eyes were filled with tears as he motioned for you to join them, standing he took your hand.
“I’m sorry y/n, I’ve tried everything I could and so has the doctor there’s nothing more that can be done.”
“What happened?”
“Ambushed, he tried to fight them all off, but it was no use he’s barely hanging on but said he wanted you.”
It felt like you couldn’t breathe as you listened to him and after a brief word with Tyler’s mother, they left giving you privacy. Tears sprung to your eyes as you looked at the love of your life laying motionless in the bed. It looked as if every breath he took hurt, and you were sure it did. Walking over you knelt next to him and gently stroked his cheek. His eyes opened and despite the pain he felt Tyler smiled softly seeing you.
“I was hoping you’d make it in time.”
His voice was weak as he spoke labored gasps and breaths as you took one of his hands, it was covered in blood, but you didn’t care.
“Anthony got me here as quickly as he could.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Hey, no no you don’t need to apologize this isn’t your fault.”
“Yes, it is, I thought it was just the one guy and I fell into a trap did everything I could but.”
He coughed wincing as tears of pain spilled down his cheeks your own tears flowing freely as he finally relaxed back on the bed.
“I want you to be brave for me, okay? Don’t distance yourself from the family, they’re going to help you get through this. I’m sorry I don’t get the chance to love you for the rest of our lives like I promised.”
Tyler said as his thumb brushed across your engagement ring, your heart felt like it was being squeezed as he lightly tugged your hand. Encouraging you to climb onto the bed with him you carefully did so holding him gently.
“I love you.”
“I love you too y/n so much.”
There was a moment of silence before you whispered to him the vows you had spent the last three months writing. The slight smile on his face brought a sad one to your own as he did the same, he carefully wiggled off his ring and gave it to you.
“Take the chain.”
“Ty I can’t.”
“Take it baby, I want you to wear it with my ring please.”
You gently lifted his head holding back the gasp at the dark blood staining his hair and pillow as you removed the gold chain and put it in your pocket. Tyler lifted his face for a kiss and frowned seeing how sad you were.
“You know, they say that after the body dies the brain lives on for several minutes replaying your best memories.”
“Really I didn’t know that.”
You sniffled wiping your face as your forehead gently rested against his and he couldn’t help but kiss you once more he knew it was about to be the last.
“I just want you to know that my several minutes are all going to be about you.”
He whispered, and just like that he was gone the brightest light in your world was snuffed out leaving you alone in the dark.
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Do You Remember When
Early in their careers, it came down to a choice between Wardlow and Y/N as to who would move up. The situation gets brought back up years later, but now they are on opposite sides.
Pairing: Wardlow x Reader
Warnings/Promises: angst, SMUT, conspiring
Word Count: 2760
Note:I don’t know why it took so long to write up my Wardlow thirst, but here’s the first of potentially many. As always, comments and reblogs are super appreciated.
This was the feud that would never end.
MJF still wouldn’t leave Wardlow alone to enjoy his life, so Wardlow kept stepping in to mess up his plans. Which is why MJF hired you. You were the one person he’d left most of the talking to. And, considering your non-wrestling status, people were disinclined to swing at you. Which you appreciated. What he didn’t know wouldn’t kill him. But what he didn’t know wasn’t supposed to come to light.
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“Alrighty,” you coach looked over his clipboard for the thousandth time. The other students were gone, shipped off to their next step towards the brass ring that controlled the wrestling world. Some to fight in the rings, other to help kept best laid plans going straight. You and the man standing next you were either side of that coin. “There’s only one position left, and I’m afraid there’s only one answer.”
Wardlow bristled at the coach’s tone. He knew it too well.
“Japan has an opening for a quick-thinking ring-side counselor.” He held up an envelope, offering it to you. “Congratulations, Y/N.”
“Thank you, Sir.” You took it, beaming with pride and almost shaking too much to give a decent handshake. By the time you needed your next breath, you were already at the door and finally remembered to look back. It popped a hole in your enthusiasm.
Coach had his hand on Wardlow’s shoulder. “This isn’t the end. Something will come up. You’ll see.”
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Three years later, the man that once stood by your side stood on the opposite side of the ring. He cut a good look in his suit and tie, hair slicked back and out of the way. You had to admire the way he’d advanced in wrestling since you saw him last. But now he was a problem.
“The second your ‘client’ stops getting in my way, I’ll stop getting in his.” Wardlow’s bargain was simple. But Max was not a simple client.
“That was never the deal, Wardlow.” You ignored how Max muttered ‘Warpig’ under his breath. “You’re supposed to be gone. Kaput. Out of sight and out of mind for one of the best rising stars of our generation. And you and I both know the gene pool out there.” You let your voice soften, hoping it would get your point across and end your headache. “There are other wrestling companies out there. Ones that would appreciate your drive and enthusiasm a lot better than here. I have connections if you need them.”
If Maxwell Jacob Friedman never spoke another word, it would still be too much. “You need all the help you can get. Take the deal. This isn’t the first time Y/N’s known best, is it old friend?”
How did he know about that? He wasn’t there. Granted, a lot of the talent backstage had been, but this wasn’t usually a story that people would tell.
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It was the last time you two worked together. For over two months, you’d run as his valet, making sure he kept his cool in and out of the ring, finally leading up to this match. The original plan was to be a coed team, but your lungs didn’t have the stamina, so you settled. Talent scouts were in the audience, and they were ready to pick the best of the best. Backstage, you all shared a handshake, wishing each other good luck for the match, and for the future ahead.
Then everything went wrong.
First, nerves got to Wardlow. He stumbled on his way into the ring, almost taking you down with him. The match had a rocky start, and a rocky middle. Then, he zigged when he should have zagged, and caught a kick square on the jaw. While the referee checked on him, you created a distraction by grabbing a kendo stick from under the ring before stomping across it to get at the other team. By the time they were able to “talk you down” and the ref could kick you back to ringside, Wardlow was mostly recovered. He won, but not with as strong a finish as planned.
Your quick thinking got you the last open talent spot. Despite his protests at the time, you regretted every bit of it.
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“You may have always had the brawn, but you’ve never had the brains.” Max continued to poke and prod at what he perceived to be Wardlow’s shortcomings. “Even then, Y/N is a brilliant strategist. She could probably outsmart you at every turn and beat you. You know what, let’s get a ref out here. You could be one half of AEW’s first coed match. You’ve only got half a wit, but it’ll be enough to show you just how far beneath everyone else you really are.”
With a groan, you stepped between them before Max got knocked out. “This really isn’t necessary. If we could get back on topic-“
Then Shawn Spears piped up before you could stop him. “Naturally, wanting to be a gentleman, you’d lay down for the lady, and we’d respect you. Or you could just walk out. That’d be easier to everyone.”
Wardlow pushed against your hands on his chest.
Things were rolling out of control and Max picked up the thread. “Natural. There’s a word to describe you. All brawn, no brains, just,” he flexed his shoulders, “just wild instinct with a touch of modern civility. C’mon. Let the beast out. Fight the beauty. But I still believe the girl could best you ten out of ten without breaking a sweat. The most natural thing in the world.”
“Max-“
“It’s not natural for girls to fight.” Wardlow instantly winced at his words, stepping back. “I don’t mean that-“
Too late. You had a frigid reply. “No, it’s not natural for someone to be as stupid as they are tall. But, oop. There you are.” Behind you, Max laughed with his usual loud, obnoxious bark. You were too busy glaring at Wardlow to tell him to shut up. “This conversation is over. Either we will come to terms and see eye to eye, or Maxwell Jacob Friedman and the Pinnacle will walk over you one last time before the world forgets about you.”
Boldy, you shouldered past him. He let you.
***
Backstage, you quickly separated yourself from the guys and found a dark, quiet corner to breathe your blood down from boiling. Why did everything have to be so hard? And every word so sharp? You shed your suit jacket, running your fingers through your hair. You chose this. And you were going to keep it, no matter the struggles. You had to.
Familiar footsteps found you two minutes later just when you were starting to relax.
“I don’t want to hear it.”
“Y/N,” Wardlow blocked your path. “I didn’t mean a word of that-“
You growled, “it doesn’t matter. You said it anyways, knowing better than anyone else my health issues and why I can’t wrestle like I want to. Max is a pain in the ass, but you used to be better at this than letting him get under your skin like he does.”
Wardlow reeled. “Wait. You’re still having pulm- puls-, ah, lung issues? I still shouldn’t have said it, but you made it to the big leagues. The doctors still haven’t helped-“
“It’s the roughest side of asthma, Michael. It doesn’t fix up overnight, much less in a couple years.” Both of you knew yelling would only inflame internal problems, so you took a deep breath. “And doctors take money. I’m only just now starting to get the amount I need to afford better pulmonologists. It takes a lot to afford inhalers these days. Even with insurance, if you’ve got it.”
The pity in his eyes burned from your stomach to your spine. You reached for your jacket.
“About that scene-“
“Oh my God.”
“…it got away from me and I wanted to apologize.”
You tossed the fabric down, this close to going ballistic on your former partner. “There’s a lot about your career and tonight that’s gotten away from you. But there’s not much you can do to change it, so let it go. It’s out there, on live television, it’s probably all over the internet. Nothing you can do to stop it-“ Your next words were muffled with Wardlow’s hand over your mouth. He pushed you back into a wall to lessen your struggle.
“My god, you’re worse than Max.” He took a deep breath, looking down at the floor as if reconsidering every step that got him here arguing with you in some back hallway. His head tilted with a change. When he looked back at you, he was sure about something… and you were afraid.
With his hand over your mouth you couldn’t get away. When you tried, his grip tightened just enough to freeze you into place.
“One of Max’s problems is that he really needs a good fuck to work out everything that makes him a frustrating person to work with. Problem being that he can’t ever get laid because he’s annoying as hell.” He leveled his gaze with yours. “But you’re more capable than that. Always have been.” Slowly, he lowered his hand. And you were too intrigued to move.
“Are you offering something?”
“I am. Do you have an answer?”
You licked your suddenly dry lips. This was the line neither of you would cross back in the day. It was too messy then. Now would be disastrous. Then again, standing next to him didn’t make your skin crawl like standing with the Pinnacle. It was familiar. Safe.
Your brain was going a million miles an hour, and he knew it. Gently, he cupped your face, tilting it up. “May I?”
“Mhmm.” You leaned up to meet him.
Slow and steady, you tilted and moved with one another. His hands landed on your hips, holding you in place as his hips pressed you further against the wall. Yours clawed at the soft fabric of his shirt, moving up the collar before lacing behind his neck. He reached behind you, spreading his large hands across your lower back to arch you further into his kiss. Giving you a second to breathe was a mistake.
“We can’t do this, can we?” You whispered it against his chest. Before he could stop your mouth with another kiss, you managed, “everything could blow up in our faces. This would be the final straw for Max taking you out. I could lose everything-“
He kissed you deeply, dazing you. “I won’t let that happen.” The movements between you were coming to a head, becoming more frantic and needy for more, or to stop before you’d do something you’d regret. Wardlow’s hands managed to get under your blouse, almost burning you with the shock of finally feeling his touch like this.
Still, your brain turned. “If anyone finds out-“
“Do you ever shut up?” He grunted as you rolled your hips into his. “Max really has turned you for the worse.”
You mock gasped, even as he mouthed at your throat. “Do you always talk about MJF with your partners?”
“No. They usually have the pleasure of never knowing who he is. As you are not that blessed,” he stopped, gripping your chin to force your gaze, “I’m going to make sure the only name you can remember tonight is mine.”
The second he waited for your denial, your escape, passed in an infinite flash.
Then teeth clacked, tongues met, and you both hurried to undo each other’s shirt buttons. He managed yours first, ripping it apart without snapping any buttons off. Your hands fumbled, unable to manage the same for his touch distracting you to no end. Down went your sensible pants. You at least managed his belt buckle and zipper. Wardlow hiked you up around his hips so he could kiss the swell of your breasts. You gave up on his shirt, managing instead to lightly rake your nails down his chest. You could always plan an attack. Stage something to explain all the marks on each other-
“You’re thinking again. Stop. Just be here. With me. Not out there.” He ruffled out of his shirt so your hands could explore the whole expanse of him.
It was the grounding you needed. All that muscle under your fingertips. All that flushed skin to touch. To finally feel flexing, blood pumping in time with yours. Wardlow sucked harshly on your neck, making you gasp into his shoulder. As he tweaked your nipples, massaging your breasts in between, you rocked more and more desperately against his bulge. It was too much. His mouth on your neck. His hands caressing, leading your body into passion. The pressure building in your core. The tipping point came when your rolling stuttered, forcing a groan out of Wardlow. You shuddered at the sound, head to toe to core.
“Did you just come?” He smiled and kissed the underside of your jaw. “Dearest, we’ve just begun.”
With your mind in a haze, you didn’t feel the shift in the last layers of clothing until he was fully against you, hot and hard and ready. You bit your lip, holding back many wanton sounds as he rutted his cock through your slick.
“Please, Michael, please-“
“Hang on.”
He wrapped your arms around the back of his neck. You curled your fingers in his hair, mussing it, and dragging your nails along his scalp. He hummed in delight, but remained focused on filling you inch by glorious inch. Your head fell back into the wall, your mouth opened slack. When you finally composed yourself to look him in the eye, he was already watching hungrily for your next reaction.
The draw out was the last slow moment you had before he let the beast out. Filling you. Pounding into you wonderfully enough for you not to care if anyone heard you. There wasn’t a thought in your head. Just him. The stretch of him within you. Hearing his moans and grunts against your ear when your body clenched. Once again the peak approached.
Wardlow braced himself against the wall, his hips stuttering. “Do- do you remember… when we main evented Chicago that one time?”
“Yes.” You clawed at his back.
“I wanted to ravish you then.”
He moved faster. Shorter thrusts, but never losing his depth.
“End of matches.”
“What?”
You whined, so close to the edge. “Win or lose, I wanted to jump you after every match.”
“What took you so long?”
He smiled against your forehead. Then, with a strained roar, he filled you, pumping thrusts to chase the sensation, taking you down with him. His chest muffled your shout. As the orgasms washed over you both, you clung to one another like you’d never let go.
It may have been five, it may have been twenty minutes before either of you recovered. Like old lovers, you passed one another their clothes, helped with buttons, never letting a touch go unlingered.
Wardlow held back your suit jacket. “You can’t go back to him.”
“Sure I can.” You held up your hands when he gripped your shoulders. “He’s paying my bills, and then some. Yeah, he’s going to stab me in the back eventually. But I’ll see the signs. And I already have an exit plan built,” you added with a shrug.
Wardlow huffed. “Yeah, with whom?”
“Well, I was hoping it could be you, but if you don’t think that’d work I can ask Omega and the Elite. They might be able to finally kick MJF’s ass-“
“Wait, wait, wait. Me?”
“You.” With a swallow, you thought back over what Max poked at earlier. “We both know the reason I got so far was because it was at your expense. If I can repay that in any way, this might be it. Are you interested? Are you willing to keep an eye out for when the wind changes?”
Wardlow crossed his arms. “What all does this plan entail?”
“A lot of kendo sticks and maybe a barbed-wire bat.”
He hugged you close, laughing into your hair. “I’ve missed you.”
You both needed the gentle silence that followed. He ended it with a kiss to the top of your head.
You composed yourself quickly. “Remember, you hate my guts until I give you the signal. Right?”
“Right.”
You had to grin. You missed how quickly he caught on with your harebrained schemes. Without another word, you left him in the dark, not looking back.
***
Masterlist
Wrestling/WWE Masterlist
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Other Wrestling Angst/Smut:
Preparing for the Future (A, F, S, Breeding Kink) - Baron Corbin
Only Yours (AR, A, S) - Cesaro
My Favorite Things (AR, A, S, F) - Drake Maverick
Fuck the Demon Away (A, S) - Elias Samson
Don’t Rush This (AR, A, S, F) - Jack Swagger
No More Whispers (AR, A, S, F|F) - Peyton Royce
Hard Feelings (AR, A, S, Trans!OC) - Rezar (AOP)
Doubt Comes In (AR, A, F, S, F|F) - Rosemary
To Heaven and Back (AR, F, A, S, Plus!Reader) - Sami Zayn
Break Each Other’s Hearts Again (AR, F, A, S) - Seth Rollins
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detention (part 1) [hook x female reader]
you get a detention and your least favorite person decides to join you. female reader.
warnings: angst, bullying, gossip, middle school trauma, shootings, manipulation, nudes, swearing, suicide, intimidation, bad puns, revoked privilege
this is slightly based on personal experiences and my own schools stupid attendance policy ♡
For the third time this week, you left the house too late. For the second time this week, your car wouldn't start. And for the first time this week, you received a detention.
What a stupid policy.
You'd think school would be the one place where being late is forgiven. People would be kind and empathetic towards you and understand that there are millions of factors going into being in class before 8AM, most of which are out of your control. Right?
Wrong.
Well, surely you'd only have to make up the five minutes of class that'd you have missed? It's not a big deal.
Also, wrong.
Fifty minutes for every tardy after the two "freebies" as they had called it. So there you were, sitting in detention. Detention started at 3:35. If you were late, they sent you home, and you had to serve a second one. You made sure you were there by 3:33, at the latest. There were a few people already there. You sat a table by yourself. Two to a table, please. There came in a few more kids after you. It was a busy day for detention.
"Julia?" The teacher, Mr. Regal, called.
"Here," she said.
"Brittany?"
"Here,"
"Adam?"
"Here,"
"Max?"
"Here,"
"Tyler?"
"Here,"
"Y/N?"
"Here,"
That's when you stopped listening to roll-call.
The aforementioned Tyler sat next to you. Not because he wanted to, but because it was the last open seat available, and he walked in last. Tyler was basically the embodiment of everything a dad wanted his son to be. Young, handsome, athletic, seemingly well-mannered. But to you, he was everything but well-mannered. He was nothing except a cold-hearted devil.
Even though you've been going to the same school your entire life, it'd been hard to make friends. The closed off community you had been forced to surround yourself with was filled with nothing but elitists.
(a/n: see what i did there? imso funny hahaha please laugh)
Your first run-in with Tyler was in first grade. He sat at your table. He took scissors to your hair. When the teacher came over, it looked like you were the one who did it. He never said sorry and was mean to you for the rest of the year. You got your scissor privileges taken away. His friends joined in on teasing you sometime during second grade.
After fourth grade, they stopped being mean to you in your face and spread rumors instead. It earned you a visit to the principals office with police officers waiting for you. A list had been found by a "concerned student" and was brought to the schools attention. The student said he believed it to be you. Except, the handwriting looked nothing like yours. It was messy and gross. Kindergartener-like. You thanked Ms. Aubrey for bringing it up during your visit. You were let go.
Eventually, the teasing and school shooter rumors turned into notes in lockers. Notes with lines of daring you to kill yourself and condemning you to hell. You never reported them. You didn't bother. You had other things to worry about, anyway. Better things, like the spelling bee. You won the spelling bee in 6th grade. Tyler was the other finalist. It felt really, really good. You smiled at him when you won. He just squinted his eyes at you, trying to intimadate you. But nothing could intimidate a world-class champion, such as yourself.
He didn't start bothering you again until the end of 8th grade. He asked you for pictures. You told him no. He still told everybody you sent them to him anyway. You were deemed "too slutty" for anyone to want to be friends with you after that. That was the consensus all the way up until now. Junior year.
Now you were sitting across from the one person who had made your life a living hell for the past 10 years. You didn't even know why. You've never done anything to him. Did he resent you for something? Or was he just trying to entertain himself with the shy kid with a different sense of style? Maybe it was none of the above.
Thoughts like this crossed your mind as you pretended to read a book. You looked at the clock. It was only 3:45. You looked at Tyler. He was already looking at you. You gave him a weird look and went back to fake reading. He slid you a note.
"why u reading that?" it said.
You quietly opened your pencil pouch so as not to draw attention to the highly punishable note-passing. Mr. Regal enforced rules by the book, and you did not want to spend another day here wasting your time. You could hear a pen drop in that room. Any sort of noise would mean certain death.
"i found it in the library," you wrote back.
Tyler was writing some sort of response until a hand snatched the paper away. You looked up with a hint of fear in your eyes.
"Passing notes?" Mr. Regal exclaimed. "You two know better. Especially as juniors. That's another detention for you both!"
If looks could kill, Mr. Regal would be dead on the floor. You had incredibly important napping plans for tomorrow. Tyler probably had lacrosse practice or something sporty like that. You and Tyler looked at each other, but you quickly went back to pretend reading. It was only 3:50 at that point. Could time go by any slower?
You actually started to find yourself interested in the book you were reading, and you quickly got lost in its world. But that was cut short when Mr. Regal said everyone could go. It was 4:25 by then.
You were walking to your car when you heard a voice call behind you.
"Hey!" it said.
You looked behind you.
Here we go.
"What, Tyler?"
"I just wanted to say that's my favorite book you were reading," he said with a slight smirk.
You rolled your eyes.
"Whatever," you said.
You began to continue your walk to the back of the parking lot. You didn't like to park next to others.
He followed you to your car. You checked your phone and the time read 4:32.
"What?" you said, annoyed.
Your back was to your driver-side door. He put his hands on either side of you.
"I just think it's impressive someone like you could read such profound literature," he said sarcastically.
"Shut the fuck up, Tyler. It's literally your fault we have to go back to detention tomorrow," you said.
"You didn't have to answer back," he said.
"You didn't have to talk to me in the first place," you snapped back.
"I wanted to talk to you," he answered.
"I didn't," you said while crossing your arms.
"I think you're a liar," he whispered.
"I think you should eat a dick, bitch," you said aggressively.
The tension was ever-rising between the two of you. Years and years of hate between you both had finally come to its peak. All the while, he had you pinned beneath him, and you had nowhere to go. Your faces were only inches apart. His eyes locked into yours. After a few seconds, you looked away. You'd die if anyone saw you like that with Tyler of all people. Luckily, no one did. He didn't seem to really care. He sighed and walked away.
You got into your car and went home.
The time was 4:56 when you got to your room.
You took a nap, which you didn't wake up from until 6:45 the next morning.
School went by really fast that day. And when you got to the detention room, luckily it wasn't Mr. Regal. It was the principal, Mr. Khan. He was nice and understanding, but a lot of times, he let things fly under the radar. He seemed to only punish people for small things - like being late and note passing.
Unluckily, it was just you and Tyler that day. He sat across from you again.
this got too long so part 2 will b out soon ♡
#wwe#pro wrestling#aew#aew wrestling#fanfiction#hook aew#aew dynamite#hook x reader#hook imagine#hookhausen#tyler senerchia#hook imagines#hook#angst#bullying#school au#spelling bee champ!#middle school#possibly eventual smut?
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Care | HOOK
Summary: Hook and you broke up. Anna with the help of Jack uses this to come for your championship belt. An unexpected hero saves you.
Author's Note: GIF has nothing to do with this it just makes me feral. 😭🤌
As always, requests. 🥺🥺
Life is hard working for a wrestling company. Friendships and relationships constantly came and went. You travel a lot and spent time with fellow wrestlers more than your own family. You swore you would never be with anyone in AEW until you laid eyes on Hook.
The relationship was physical at first. You both wanted to have sex without feeling bad for someone waiting for you to come home. It was nice at the beginning. You two would meet up together after the show. Times changed when you started developing feelings.
You were honest with him, but he wasn't interested in a relationship. The two of you were young. He wanted to experience the world. More like experience girls around the world. In order to avoid anymore hurt, you two decided to go your separate ways. That was three months ago.
Now you were getting ready to cut a promo in the ring. Your make-up was done and the championship belt was secure on your shoulder. Tonight was simple enough, anger Anna Jay. The two of you hated each other. It wouldn't be hard.
The unsettling feeling of someone watching you made the hairs on your neck stand. You turned to see the handsome devil himself. He was in a hoodie and sweatpants eating chips. His mind seemed to be in a different galaxy, but he was definitely staring at you. You missed being able to talk to him. Maybe that was a resolution for another year.
The familiar sound of your entrance music played in the arena. You walked out to the top of the ramp. The crowd went wild. Fans of different ages reached out for you to high five them.
The microphone was handed to you. An once rowdy crowd was quiet to hear you. You spoke your piece about Anna. Some of the insults were low. Tony gave you the green light to rile up Anna. You were going to take it. Your speech was cut off by Anna's music.
Anna came out with Jack in tow. She stormed to the ring. You dropped your championship belt in the middle of the ring to meet her outside the ropes. Anna was the first to swing. The two of you landing blows on each other. You never noticed Jack grabbing your championship belt from the ring.
"You think your fuck buddy is going to save you, Y/N?" She asked menacingly. You hadn't thought you would really need help. Normally, you weren't really put in jeopardy of actually losing the belt you worked so hard for.
"I don't need anyone," you scoffed. "I got in this business alone and I'll fight and die alone,"
"You think your are so funny?"
"Actually? Yeah," you answered truthfully. The crowd laughed at your corny jokes. You had to be funny. Anna pushed you to the ground. You landed on your hands and knees facing away from her.
'Rude,' you thought before getting up. You stood up and faced her. Before you could attack, Anna kicked you into the stairs. A scream of anguish sounded through the arena.
"What the fuck?" You asked yourself. Immediately the crowd gasped as their women's champ went down. Your head and back slammed to the stairs. Anna stood above you as you slid to the floor. The championship belt displayed on her shoulder. The camera zoomed in on the two of you. Your eyes pleaded for someone to help you.
"This is going to be mine, Y/N. I'm going to beat your ass until I say I'm tired. Do you understand me?" She yelled at you. You moved your legs as if to get up. She stood on your leg to stop you. Painful throbbing occurred under her foot.
The arena went dark. You were starting to wonder if you passed out. Your head throbbed and you were pretty sure your upper back fell out. The familiar rift of Chairman's Intent felt like an angel's song. Cheers filled the arena.
"We gotta go!" Jack yelled to her. Anna dropped the belt and ran with him into the audience.
Hook was at your side.
"Are you okay?"
"Do I look okay?"
"I was hoping she'd kick that shitty attitude out of you," he countered and helped you to your feet. Hook grabbed your belt knowing how possessive you were with it. Your legs wobbled as he helped you up the ramp. Several members of the crowd wished you a speedy recovery.
You limped to medical with him helping you inside. Hook helped you on the bed while you waited for the doctors to run their tests on you.
"Thanks. I didn't think anyone was going to save me,"
"You didn't think I would save you?" He questioned.
"I didn't think you would care."
"I've always cared,"
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Baby, Doesn't It Feel So Familiar? - Christian Cage (AEW)
Pairing: Christian Cage x Female! Reader
Summary: Y/N is a friend of Jurassic Express, she doesn't like what Christian had did to Jungle Boy. She decides to confront Christian backstage herself, until he does the unexpected.
Warnings: Angst, Enemies to Lovers, Kissing with Christian? Language, Not very much warnings here <3
Requested by: My bestie @cuttingedge708 . Hope you enjoy my for lifer <3
Word Count: 1,237
Large, mesmerizing footsteps were heard from three doors down. The 6’1 Canadian man was walking with purpose down the arena halls with hands shoved in his front jacket pockets. The lights had shone on him every time he had entered the room, where he owned the ground he was walking on underneath his feet.
Jack had appeared to be backstage with his very close friend, Luchasaurus. An alarming sound made them turn their heads like deers in headlights, Christian was up to no good after he had unexpectedly turned his back on Jack. He couldn’t be trusted.
He snatched a wooden chair where it was sitting in front of an empty table with a jet black cloth on top of it, throwing it across the hall effortlessly like it was nothing. Christian Cage was pissed and confused because Jack Perry cost him a match in winning a championship of his own.
‘’What is his problem?’’ Luchasaurus asked, watching the chaos go down as Jack stood back, feeling his guts in his stomach tie in a knot.
‘’I can’t be seen out here by him.’’ He replied. Seconds before darting off into his locker room, he thought about what his own mentor had done to him a week ago on Dynamite.
‘’He just can’t be trusted’’ was spinning inside of his head.
Jack locked the door to his locker room, quickly acting upon grabbing a chair to prop it underneath the wooden door handle.
‘’Jack, open up! It’s me, Y/N!’’ a female voice spoke alarmingly from the other side of the door. Y/N was a close friend of Jurassic Express, Luchasaurus and he would do anything for her, as long as she was safe from the man Christian Cage.
A voice erupted over her, it sounded like Christian’s voice. Inaudible hollering was heard, he couldn’t watch his best friend Y/N get hurt like he did.
Jack removed the chair underneath the door handle, swinging the door open.
‘’Y/N!’’ he yelled, rushing out of the locker room, finding Christian speeding off in his car with Y/N.
Jack fell to his knees, with stinging tears streaming down his face.
What if Christian is going to do something bad to her?
All these what if’s swarmed through Jack’s head like swarms of bees.
A call came through his phone, an unknown number was displayed on his phone screen, he answered it without hesitation.
‘’H-Hello?’’ He stuttered.
‘’You shouldn’t have never let your friend Y/N walk alone in the arena by herself, you should know better than that, Jungle Boy.’’ Christian. That son of a bitch.
‘’Where is she, let me speak to her!’’ Jack pleaded, holding the phone tightly against his ear.
‘’Oh, she is safe and sound with me. Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of her.’’
Click.
‘’Christian, please let me go back to Jack!’’ Y/N exclaimed, knees propped up on the hot leather passenger seat of his car.
‘’Shut up!’’ He gave her a glare, eyes locked on hers for a split second before turning his attention on the road again.
Her sigh escalated through her, a switch on the radio echoed through her ears, making her spine twitch.
‘’Ten, nine, eight, seven rabbits running to the finish line
Johnny shot a fucking triple with his brand new AR-15.’’
Christian drove at about 70 miles per hour on the road, the speed he was going for was probably illegal as hell.
‘’Hey uh, Chrisitan? Can you slow down just-just a bit?’’ She felt her heart sink down to her stomach, Y/N felt helpless.
‘’Hey Christian? Can you please slow down!?’’ Her voice rose, finally catching his attention for a split second. The car came to a dead stop in the middle of nowhere, no street lights around, just pitch black dark.
Christian hopped out of the car, without her knowing, he opened the passenger door and persuaded Y/N to at least come out of the car and have a talk with him.
‘’How when my fucking arms are tied around my back?’’ She looked at him like he had lost his mind, all she wanted was for him to let her go and return back to Jack.
‘’I’ll help you, okay? Chill out.’’ He remained calm, and didn’t snap like he did earlier in the arena.
He proceeded to help her out of his car, and unfastened the rope that was pressured against her raw wrists.
‘’Th-thanks.’’ She favored her wrists, before turning her attention to the man who took her out of the Daily’s Palace arena.
‘’Listen, I don’t want you to be alarmed of any sort but…’’ He trailed off, trying to choke out the words he was going to tell her.
‘’Fuck. Uh, I really like you, in reality. Look, I didn’t mean to tell you to shut up earlier, or tie your wrists behind your back. I was just trying to do Jack a favor, alright? I seriously like you.’’ Christian’s cheeks blossomed red, darting a hand through his blonde hair.
‘’Oh, really?’’ Y/N placed her hands on the solid hood of his car, giving him somewhat of a glare as in ‘’I don’t believe you.’’
‘’Yes. I’m not kidding. I like, I mean, love you Y/N. Ever since I have laid my eyes on you, all I could do was think about Jack having you before I could have you. It’s not jealousy–’’
She vocalized a ‘’mhm’’ sound, and took a sharp exhale of breath.
‘’Now that I think about it, I kind of did have a crush on you as well. Just for a little while,’’ She proclaimed, inching closer to the man who was her enemy.
‘’I— I fucking hated your guts, not gonna lie.’’ She spat out, laughing.
Christian inched closer to Y/N, decimeters away from her face.
‘’I knew you were gonna say that,’’ He whispered softly.
The awkward silence drew in, you couldn’t hear birds chirping, not even a single soul was out there. That’s how quiet it was.
His pink lips suddenly pressed onto her’s.
Her body froze solid into his larger frame with her eyes closed, as she trusted him just for a few seconds, accepting the kiss.
What if Jack finds out I kissed Chrisitan Cage, his mentor? She mentally added.
He wrapped his muscular arms around her skinny waist, tightening the grip on her with fiery passion of ‘’I want to be with this woman.’’
I just kissed Jack’s mentor.
A single clear raindrop plopped onto Y/N’s head, she hummed and had her hands resting on each side of his shoulders. Thousands of thoughts were pondering over both their heads, the thoughts of ‘’what if’s’’ and ‘’what will happen’’. Rain began to scream down on them, they hugged each other motionlessly while the rain didn’t bother them quite a bit.
Christian’s brown leather jacket shriveled off of his body, hitting the hood of his car that both of their body weights were holding. He lifted Y/N’s chin up slowly, and leaned in for the kiss again.
‘’I l-love you,’’ He told her.
A million times he had told her that like a broken record.
He wanted Y/N for himself.
She kissed him until her lips were completely dry, hand resting on the back of his head as his larger hand somehow locked with her’s.
‘’I love you too, Christian.’’
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Traitor-Christian Cage
This one is very angsty so I apologize for any tears that I cause.
Word Count: 942 (sorry it's so short!)
I also used Christian's in-ring name instead of his government name
Warnings: Mentions of parental death
“I didn’t ask to be their father or their father figure. They have a father. And he’s dead.” You went numb after that. He knew those words would cut deep, and knew that they would affect your brother, but for a moment you were certain he forgot about you. That as close as Jack and Sophie were with your dad, it was the two of you that were as thick as thieves. You were the one who took his death the hardest. You knew that he had probably asked Jack for his permission to talk about your dad and were honestly furious at your brother as well. Your dad wasn’t a weapon to be used in cheap heat tactics. If he did ask, you knew why he’d asked Jack instead of you. You would have said no.
Your feet moving faster than your heart or your brain could comprehend you told the audio guy to pull up Jack’s music and took a microphone off the table. You could see out of the corner of your eye that Tony was staring at you, as you climbed the stairs of the babyface tunnel you said, “You can yell at me later.” You could hear the crowd’s cheers echoing off the tunnel as Baltimora blasted through the speakers, and you had to swallow back the bile you hadn’t noticed was crawling up your throat. It was too late to back out now.
The cheers that were once heard almost became deadly silent when they saw you. They were all expecting your brother, especially the man in the ring. It was clear to everyone how drained you looked, how heartbroken you looked. You looked like a teenager going through a horrible break up, wearing sweatpants and a Jurassic Express hoodie; usually you would have cared about that, but tonight you just couldn’t.
The tears that hadn’t come out before were starting well in your eyes as you stared at him. At the man who had taken you and Jack under his wing. The man who had consoled you for so many nights when you felt the unrelenting grief of losing your dad, of him not being there when you and Jack made it big, him not being there to walk you and Sophie down the aisle and getting the father daughter dances he always talked about having with you and your twin, of the fact that he was taken too soon from you and your siblings and it wasn’t fair. That man who had done so many kind things for you and your family was now the man talking horribly about your brother and about your beloved father.
You stood on the ramp, wanting to keep as much distance from the man who had betrayed you and your family; you wanted that distance from Christian Cage for fear of him injuring you, just like he did to Jack. A part of you knew that Christian would never lay his hands on you to hurt you but you couldn’t help but feel afraid.
A few moments after the music stopped you hesitantly raised the microphone to your lips. The crowd waited with bated breath to hear what you had to say. “How could you? How could you do this? To Jack? To Austin? To Sophie? To our mom? To me?” The first tear fell as your voice got shakier. The once silent crowd was now booing Christian as they heard you speak. “We let you in, I let you in, and I don’t let people in.” You were now openly crying as you stared down the traitor.
You jumped slightly when you felt someone touch your shoulder, only to slump slightly when you saw it was your brother’s girlfriend, Anna. “Come on, he’s not worth it.” She tried to lead you backstage, she tried to help you but you shook your head no, “I’m not done yet.” You held in a shriek when Christian was suddenly less than three feet away from you; ‘he must’ve left the ring when Anna distracted me’ you thought bitterly as you put more distance between yourself and your former mentor.
“I never meant to hurt you.” Christian said looking almost like a kicked puppy. “But you meant to hurt Jack, and you knew that would hurt me. You talked about my father, and you knew that would hurt me too. I never thought you would sink to the depths of speaking about someone who can’t even defend themselves,” you shook your head and stepped closer to Christian, hate beginning to drip into your tone “At first I was heartbroken, now I’m just pissed. When Jack comes back from his injury I will take great pleasure in seeing my older brother destroy you. I hate you.” You threw your microphone down, the audiences cheers for you almost becoming deafening.
Once again, your body seemed to move on its own as you did something that shocked everyone. You slapped him. Hard. And then you spit in his face. The crowds cheers had soon turned into ‘You deserve it!’ chants aimed at Christian but you just turned away from him to look at Anna who had stayed by your side, and you now allowed her to lead you backstage. At this point you had been drained, you just wanted to go to the back, wait for the show to be over, and go home to your family. You allowed her to help you walk away from the man you looked up to, the man you did consider a father figure, and you didn’t turn back.
You walked away, shattering two hearts in the process.
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can someone write a hook fic of hook and yn at the media scrum answering questions after a ppv match or maybe after all in wembley?? (opponents could be anna jay and jack perry or any of your choosing)
ik he would either shake his head or not talk at all but i’m just curious if yn is by hook’s side, would he answer some questions or be his usual quiet self haha just a lil fun curiosity :)
what do y’all think about the idea ^-^
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