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bullet-clubs-bitch · 6 months

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Eat The Acid II

Summary: It had been 14 months since the fight, the worst 14 months of her life and finally she thought now was the right time to share her side of the story but all she can think about is the return of CM Punk at survivor series not even 48 hrs ago. What happens when she reminds him of the fact he's going back to a promotion that fired him on their wedding day?

Word count: 2,538

Warnings include: Swearing, violence, toxic relationships, manipulation and those kinds of things

Part 1 Part 3 Main Masterlist CM Punk Masterlist

Inspired by "Eat The Acid" by Kesha

Survivor series

I knew I would keep quiet when all of the news of what happened at All Out went public. I knew I would say something stupid or let my emotions get the best of me. I can’t believe I stayed out of it for over a year, this was me breaking my silence. Phill and I had filed for divorce months ago, only now getting the paperwork started. I felt anxious as I sat in the chair, it reminded me of the one that got thrown during the fight. Renee Paquette invited me on her podcast to talk about my career and how things were going. She knew about the divorce before Phill got served so with my permission we would talk about the situation. Figuring it had been the right time to finally hear my side of the story. At this point everyone knew, in fact they couldn't stop talking about it. Dying to know my thoughts, feeling bad for me after what happened. We both knew what could happen, how this would backfire, but I told myself I would never speak bad about Phill, sure he was my ex-husband but I could never say the things he said about me, about him.

“So Y/n, I know you have some things you would like to get off your chest” Renee said “The floor is yours”

I felt my heart rate increase, I grew anxious. It wasn’t like this was a live recording, this was me and Renee in the comfort of her and Jon’s home. Sitting with two microphones, creating a recording we could do multiple takes of or even cut things out. I looked at Renee and she gave me a comforting smile, assuring me things would be ok.

“So, I’m sure by now you must have heard that CM Punk and I are getting a divorce” I knew we were getting divorced, but every time I said it outloud my mind couldn't comprehend that it was real. “This was a really hard decision but I really didn’t know what else to do Renee. I tried, I tried so hard…I..I just can’t do it anymore. It’s unfortunate because I really loved Phill and a part of me will always still love him. The whole situation ruined my family, I can’t even look at him the same after what happened. I really didn’t want to get a divorce but it was the best option.”

I looked to Renee who said nothing, offering a warm smile encouraging me to continue but I couldn't focus. All I could think about was the event that took place less than 48 hours ago.

I woke up feeling like I got hit by a bus then rolled over by a train. My body was sore, I wrestled Full Gear a few days prior and felt fine despite having one of the most grueling fights of my career. It wasn’t until I woke up Thursday morning after I wrestled on Dynamite the night before that I felt it. It was weird walking up in Chicago alone, I spent many years here with Phill, it just felt wrong without him. I knew survivor series would be happening in a few days, finding it funny how AEW and WWE were both in Chicago less than 3 days apart. I decided to stay the week in Chicago wanting to catch up with old friends I haven’t seen in years.

Half asleep and in pain I heard my phone ring. After struggling to find it, lost in the mess that was my hotel room I answered the call half asleep, not even bothering to see who it was before I picked it up.

“Hello?”

“Hi” the voice on the other line was soft, so quiet that I almost didn’t hear the response

“Who is this?” I responded, climbing back into the warm sheets

“It’s me” the voice said a bit louder this time

“Oh hi, Phill. What’s up?” I asked him, oddly calm, almost like nothing happened between us

“I need to talk to you, It’s important” He said quietly

I didn’t know what was going on but I knew it must have been important. “Is everything alright?” I asked

“Can you stop by sometime today, this is an in person type of conversation” I agreed to his offer, deciding to go to our once shared Chicago home to figure out what was going on.

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I stood on the steps of our once shared home, debating whether or not to ring the doorbell. It felt weird, like this was a foreign space despite all of the memories I’ve had here. When I entered the home I noticed it looked the same as it did the last time I was here. The only thing different was my missing items. I sat down on the couch agreeing to a coffee as I watched a very anxious Phill Brooks make two coffees. “So, tell me what’s bothering you” I told him honestly as I grabbed the mug from his hands, placing it on a handmade coaster I made years ago. A smile on my face noticing he kept it. “I’m coming back” was all he said and I knew exactly what he meant.

I didn’t know what to say, my throat was dry, my brain unable to form a thought. “No one knows, only Hunter and I know. I thought you should know about it and in person” He said softly trying to read the non existing expression on my face. He didn’t say anything waiting for me to speak knowing how I can struggle with expressing my emotions.

“I don’t know what to say. How is this even possible?” I asked unable to comprehend how after everything he would return to a promotion that made him want to kill himself. “I remember when they fired you on our wedding day. Do you remember that, how that made you feel? How you swore to never wrestle again, never mind return to the enemy? You shit on WWE for years, not even six months ago you were talking about how horrible that place is and now you're coming back?”

“I can’t believe it either love, if Hunter and I can make up I have hope that we might be able to make things right. I promise I will explain everything but I don’t even know what’s going on. I know you don’t love me and that’s fine but I just thought you should know about it”

I could feel the tears fall from my face, I didn’t know why I was crying but I was. I felt betrayed, I felt like this was personal even though I knew it wasn’t. I had been by his side for the past 10 years. I remember when he told me he was miserable at work, I remember when he called me in the middle of the night when I was in Japan to tell me about the pipe bomb he dropped. I remember how they fired him moments after we said I do, I remember being by his side when he told me he wanted to start UFC, I remember being so proud of him despite his loss, I remember the tears we shared as I mended his wounds. I remember when he told me he wanted to start wrestling again, I was by his side through his whole stint in AEW. So hearing he was going back to a company that almost killed him, killed me, feeling like I had been living a lie.

All I wanted to do was cry, over what I’m not sure exactly. Maybe it was the return, maybe it was about the fight, maybe it was the fact that he didn’t fight for us. I felt like a small child, I just wanted to cry and have Phill hold me like how he used to but that was wrong. That was then and this is now, when I looked at the man who sat across from me I saw the old Phill. Something inside him had changed, his hair starting to grow out, the gray in his beard returning, the love in his eyes. This was the man I fell in love with.

I could tell that he wanted to hug me, he still knew me and he knew what I needed, he always did. He didn’t know what to do so I did it for him. “Can I have a hug?” I asked him softly ashamed of how vulnerable I was. “Of course love”

We stayed like that for a while, holding each other in a loving embrace, in a comfortable silence, neither one of us wanting to let go but knowing it was wrong. There was something so comforting about it, being back in the place I called home, with the man I onced loved, lying on an old couch that was falling apart but neither of us wanted to replace. It was like old times, I felt at peace, I was scared, terrified but this told me that things would be okay.

Phill was the first to break the silence “You have no idea how much I missed this” he said softly as he began to draw shapes on my back, something that never failed to calm me. If anything it made things worse, it was too much. Everything felt too normal. He must have noticed that I had gotten more upset as he let go. “I’m sorry, this is too much isn’t it?” he asked. I didn’t respond.

“What’s wrong Y/n?” He knew I was thinking about something. “What if I made a mistake?” I told him truthfully. To be quite honest up until this very moment I was still mad at him.

“This doesn’t feel real Phill. Up until half an hr ago I still hated you but us sitting here in a home we used to share, this old couch, fuck you even kept all of my artwork. This feels too normal. You know that things can never go back to the way they were, I’m sorry but I can’t forget that fight. Do you even realize the long lasting effects that has left on me and everyone involved. You know I don’t care about that Perry one, you know that I thought he deserved it but for god sakes Phillip I watched you beat the shit out of my own brothers. There is something about this that feels too good to be true. It feels wrong, I miss you, I miss you so much, but I also hate you so much that I fucken love you. You just had to fight The Elite, why not The Dark Order or JAS, why me? Why after 10 years of loving it is all being thrown away after a silly little fight you started?”

With every word I said I could see the guilt in his eyes, it was almost like he wanted to cry but didn’t want to show the vulnerability. “My love, I have tried everything to make things right, I know neither of us truly want this divorce but like you said it’s what's best. I’m sorry I didn’t fight hard enough for us, I thought it would have made things worse but by me doing nothing created damage I can never repair. If it means anything I will personally apologize to both Matt, Nick and Kenny, fuck I’ll even apologize to your dad. I know he always hated me”

“What about Adam?” I cut him off “This whole thing started over your hatred for him. You never once apologized to him. Did you see his match with Swerve? That’s what he has to do to get the fans back behind him after you destroyed that cowboys career for no reason”

“Y/n?......Y/n?.... You alright?” Renee called out, breaking me from my trance

“Oh yeah I’m fine. Just thinking” I responded

“We can wait, we don’t have to do this now. I know there’s alot going on” She told me reassuringly

“I’m just still trying to process everything that has happened Renee” I told her as I looked at the grandfather clock that sat across from me reading 7:40 pm. “Raw’s on soon, do you think I should watch it, see what he has to say?” I asked Renee as I began nervously twisting my hair.

“It’s up to you. I don’t want to be rude when I say this or anything but we both know he will probably talk shit about everyone during whatever it is that he has to say” Renee was right, Punk had a thing for shitting on his former employers and friends, I know this time would be no different. Knowing that The CM Punk would be on Raw tonight just felt weird, it was almost 10 years since he was fired. Even though I knew about his return it was way different hearing him say it then seeing it with my own two eyes.

Since I knew about the return, why was I in such shock once I heard his theme play. It was indeed real, the fans going crazy as the impossible was made possible. Chicago's son was home, home in the WWE almost 10 years later. My emotions were all over the place, on one hand I was excited, so proud of him like I always would be. The other part was scared, scared of the impact this would have on AEW, sure ratings were down but how could you compete with the return of Randy Orton and CM Punk in the same night. Part of me felt betrayed, after everything I did for him for what All Elite Wrestling did just to get stabbed in the back and join the other place. Another part of me wished I was there, hidden within the crowd, in some disguise being able to immerse myself within the crowd, getting to experience one of his returns in person once more. Looking into his eyes you could tell that this is what he needed, he was truly home. He was happy, still in shock himself that he was back in a company that not even six months ago still had him banned.

I thought about what Phill told me earlier, ‘If Hunter and I can make up I have hope that we might be able to make things right.’ After that talk I couldn't get him off my mind. I knew if he wanted he could just use that Chick Magnet charm and I would come running back but I needed to remind myself of the pain he caused me. How the past 14 months of my life had been an absolute hell. Everyday I look in the mirror and am shocked that I made it out alive, how somehow I was strong enough to tell that little voice in my head to shut up. I knew that chasing the feelings that were coming back was a suicide mission. I knew I shouldn't watch Raw but here I am getting home just in time to find my ex lover on the screen. I mean how bad could it be?

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madhatterbri · 3 months

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Hangman shower scene 😌

Drip splash water drip splash splash drip water 💦

Splish Splash | Hangman A.P.

Summary: You decide to hit the showers after an AEW show. 18+.

Author's Note: Normally, I delete the ask so I can make it neater, but the sound effects made me laugh. Please don't rag on me for the last line. I didn't know how to finish it. Don't judge me. Lol.

Pure fiction.

"I'm covered in sweat. I'm going to take a quick shower," you announced innocently enough in the hotel suite. The arena hosting the AEW Dynamite/ Rampage was lacking in the air conditioning department. You stayed to support Adam, but it made you feel grimy. Adam hummed in response. He left his suitcase on the ground and sat on the bed to remove his shoes.

Removing the sweaty clothes felt like a dream come true for you. They were piled in a heap on the floor. You walked into the walk-in shower and turned the water on. The warm water felt heavenly against your back. Your fingers rubbed your neck.

Through the glass, you could see your cowboy's bare body. He opened the door and walked into the shower. He stood before you with a loofah in hand.

"Such a good girl. Stayed to support her man," he praised you much to your delight. The wet loofah rubbing against your right side. His lips met yours. He led you so your back was against the tile wall. You shivered at the cold tile and shifted uncomfortably. "Don't worry. It'll be worth it,"

He lathered the loofah in soap from the dispenser on the wall. The thin fabric met your neck. Small bubbles ran down your body. You sighed happily, allowing him to pamper you. The loofah rubbed down to your chest next. His lips met your neck. Soft bites and kisses distract you from the devilish man.

His left hand gripped your inner thigh. You spread your legs, expecting him to wash your thighs. He kissed your lips. His tongue licked your bottom lip. You opened your mouth and allowed his tongue to slip in. The distraction worked because your eyes suddenly widened, feeling a vibration between your legs. You moaned against his lips, and he pulled away. A smirk plastered on his handsome face.

Your dazed mind started to process what took place. A buzzing sound filled the bathroom. There was a vibrator in the loofah. You gasped. "Adam?"

"It's okay, babe. Hold on to me if you need," he assured you. Adam dropped to his knees and lifted your leg over his shoulder. The vibrator hit the right spot making you see stars. His other hand grabbed your waist to keep you still. One of your hands found his shoulder to keep you still. Your other hand pulled his curly locks. He hissed in pain yet continued his torture on you.

Much to your dismay, he dropped the loofah to the floor after warning him that you were close. You whined and let go of him. He placed your leg back down. He kissed his way up your body before reaching your lips. Your lust-filled eyes stared into his.

"I need you," he whispered roughly against your lips. Adam helped you wrap your legs around his waist. You slid down on him painfully slow as he filled you up. One last grunt from him signaled you were seated on him. Your arms wrapped around his neck. Your head lolled to the side as your thrusts met each other.

He praised you making you blush. Adam kissed you with sloppy kisses. Each thrust felt better than the last. The pressure in your stomach coiled tightly. "Don't stop, Adam. I'm so close,"

A few more thrusts and you were done. The coil in your stomach snapped as your orgasm washed over you. Your toes curled as your eyes fluttered. He gripped your hips and pulled you down roughly as his orgasm hit. Adam remained still except for the kisses on your neck and cheek. More praises from him made you feel on cloud 9. He helped you down and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. The two of you trying to catch your breath.

He led you back to the warm water coming from the shower head. Your back rested against his chest. His arms wrapped around you. More of his soft kisses were placed on your neck and shoulder. This main event was the best you ever experienced.

#fanfiction #aew fanfiction #hangman adam page x you #hangman adam page x reader #hangman adam page x y/n #hangman adam page smut

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sydsaint · 10 months

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Please I love this secret softie so much 😩

Summary: Adam pairs the reader off with Max to get rid of him for the night. The reader finds it to be a nuisance at first. But she quickly learns that there is more to Max than what everyone sees on tv.

It's a typical Wednesday night for the AEW roster. Dynamite is about halfway through its broadcast and the team of MJF and Adam Cole have just picked up another win in the blind tag team elim tournament.

"Great work out there, Adam, good buddy." Max playfully hits Adam on the back of the shoulder with a hearty chuckle.

"Yeah, thanks." Adam nods stiffly, still not used to Max being this friendly.

The pair are returning to the locker rooms when Adam spots Roderick coming down the hall, and you're with him. He grits his teeth at the thought of dealing with another bout of Roderick and Max drama.

"Hey, Adam, buddy. Isn't that Roderick down the hall?" Max speaks up after a moment. "Woah! And who's the hottie that's with him?" He adds when he spots you next to Roderick.

"That's my sister," Adam replies dryly. "Y/N."

Max's eyes widen in surprise as you grow closer with Roderick in tow. The two of you are casually catching up since you haven't seen Roderick in a while. "Your sister?" Max repeats Adam. "I didn't know you had a sister."

"Well, I do." Adam nods. "Y/N, Roddy! What are you two doing here?" He asks when you finally get to his side.

"I'm here catching up with Roddy." You shrug. "And Roddy's just here to film some stuff for next week's show." You add. "Who's your buddy?"

Adam glances at Max who is essentially staring a hole into your head before he turns back to you and Roddy, a plan now implanted in his head. "This is Max, my tag partner for the tournament." He explains. "Hey, can I talk to you for a second, Y/N?" He asks you.

"Sure." You shrug and step away from Roderick and Max with Adam. "What do you want?" You ask your brother plainly. "And don't act like you don't want something, Adam. I can tell by the look on your face that you do."

"Guilty," Adam admits. "Listen can you do me a favor and please hang out with Max for the rest of the night?" He asks you.

Your jaw twitches in response to Adam's request. "Really?" You narrow your eyes at him. "Why me?"

"He thinks you're hot," Adam explains. "Please, Y/N? He's driving me insane." He pleads with you.

"So you want to drop him on me so he can bother me instead?" You reply.

"It's just for tonight, I promise." Adam doesn't let up. "Come on! Just take him out for drinks and make him buy." He suggests.

You close your eyes and let out a small sigh. "Fine." You grit your teeth. "But you owe me, Adam!" You poke his chest.

"I know." Adam nods. "Thank you."

"Yeah yeah." You sigh again. "Hey, Max!" You turn and walk back over to Max and Roderick. "We're all planning on heading out for drinks tonight, but I'm leaving right now. You want to come with me?" You ask him.

"Really?" Max replies. "Adam, you didn't mention that we were gonna get drinks after the show." He turns to Adam.

Adam shrugs and quickly makes up a lie to cover his ass. "Uh, yeah." He nods. "I was going to tell you when we got back to the locker room."

"Oh." Max nods. "Yeah, sure. I'm always doing for a little pre-gaming before the real fun begins. I'll see you in a bit then, buddy." He grins at Adam.

"Right." Adam flashes you a pleading look.

You get the hint and begrudgingly tap Max on the shoulder. "Come on, let's get out of here. Adam, We'll see you in a bit. Say hey to Britt for me." You dismiss yourself and Max.

The journey from the arena out to one of the bars nearby is mostly silent. It isn't until you and Max are settled at the end of the bar does he really speaks up.

"Get whatever you want. The first round is on me." Max offers with a smile.

"Thanks." You match his smile and order a drink from the bartender.

You and Max both get your drinks and fall into a casual conversation. "So, Adam didn't tell me that he had a sister," Max explains. "What do you do for a living? You in the business like Adam?" He asks you.

"I wrestle for ROH." You nod and take a sip from your drink. "Have been for about 10 years now." You add.

"Really?" Max replies with intrigue. "You must wrestle under a different name?"

You take another sip from your drink and scan the bar. As you look around a reasonably attractive guy catches your eye for a second. You smile at him before you turn back to Max. "Yeah, I didn't want to deal with the drama and piggyback of using the Cole name when Adam was already getting so popular."

"Right. You wanted to make your own name." Max nods.

"Exactly." You are a bit surprised by Max's understanding of your situation. "Anywho, what about you? How is tagging with Adam going? Weren't you two at one another's throats a few months ago?" You ask him.

Max nods and brings his drink to his lips. "Yeah, I guess we did kind of hate each other for a while there." He chuckles. "But I don't know. Adam kind of seems like he's willing to let the past be in the past you know? At least I hope he does. I've been having fun these past few weeks with him. He's a good friend."

"None of your other friends are jealous of Adam getting all your attention?" You joke with a small laugh.

"No, not really," Max replies quietly and you notice him fidgeting with his glass. "Truth be told, I don't really have many friends." He chuckles to himself. "Everyone is just kind of gone now. Not that I'm not the one that burned all those bridges." He explains.

Your eyes widen a little bit at Max's surprising heartfelt confession. "Oh." You reply quietly and finish off your drink. "Yeah, I kind of know what you mean." You let out a small sigh. "Sure, when you've been in the business long enough, you're bound to burn some bridges and make some enemies. But I'd like to think that I've burned just a few more than I should have."

"You too huh?" Max matches your self-deprecating laugh.

You and Max talk a little bit more about work and your habit of making enemies out of friends. And soon enough, you start to feel bad that you assumed that Friedman was a bad guy.

"Hey, can I tell you something, Max?" You ask after you've got a few drinks in you.

"Sure." Max nods. "What's up."

You play with your empty glass for a moment and try to get over your embarrassment. "Adam kind of asked me to take you out for drinks so he could get away for the night." You explain sheepishly. "He's not coming."

"...Oh," Max replies quietly and your heart breaks.

"I'm so sorry." You shake your head. "I've heard so many stories about how much of an egotistical dickhead you are. And I just assumed that all the stories were true. But we've been sitting here for like 3 hours now. And you're not! You really seem like a great guy! And I'm the one that's a total bitch here."

You finish your confession and study Max's face while you wait for a response. And you fully expect Max to either chew you out or simply just get up and ditch you right then and there. But he doesn't. Instead, you watch him compose himself and beckon the bartender over for another drink.

"It's alright." Max turns to you while the bartender is getting you and Max both another drink. "Trust me, I know how unbearable I can get at times." He chuckles. "Adam probably just wanted some time alone with Britt. I get it. And I get you thinking that way about me. Everyone believes it. Trust me." He adds.

"Do you want me to go?" You move to get out of your chair and leave.

Max shakes his head and hands you a fresh drink. "You can if you want." He assures you. "But I'd like to keep this night going if you do too. Personally, I think that it's time that both of us stop burning those bridges when things get tough."

"Yeah? Me too. Thanks, Max." You nod and sit back down in your seat.

#wrestling #aew #aew dynamite #all elite wrestling #aew dark #aew fanfiction #aew imagine #aew elevation #aew wrestling #mjf imagine #mjf #mjf aew #maxwell jacob friedman #mjf & adam #adam cole #aew collision

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youngbuckisms · 8 months

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Hi I don’t know if your can writer something like this Where Reader is married to Darby Allin. And reader and Darby has kids or a kid And Reader and Darby kid/ kids has never gotten to see Their Dad Darby wrestle at an AEW show in person. And the Darby and Reader kid/ kids were at Aew dynamite. Where Darby is in a match with Christian Cage. Christian goes over to reader and darby kid/ kids and Darby attacks Christian?

Don’t Even Look At Them (Darby x reader); drabble

Word count: 1,067

Warnings: none!

Notes: I loved this idea so so much, you have no idea. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!! I definitely put more into this than I needed to, but thinking of his daughter watching all the people she met backstage was too cute.

It was a promise Darby had made to your daughter about a week ago. When it was little Aurora that brought it to his attention after coming home after a show, realizing that she had never seen her dad wrestle. Sure, Darby took both of you to shows sometimes and you would catch glances at the televisions from the back, but she had never actually got to sit and watch her dad do what he loved most.

So, Darby promised Aurora that you and her would be at ringside to watch a match between him and Christian Cage. Of course, she was ecstatic, so excited to finally get to see her dad wrestle and Darby seemed to think she was finally old enough.

It was clear to you that she was already having a blast. Darby wasn’t for another couple of matches, so she got the chance to watch the others before Darby went on. Typically she would wish him luck backstage, but you figured it was best for her to get used to all that she was going to see. The physicality, flips, blood ( and of course Moxley was there to prove that example ), the way wrestlers would almost always just get back up. And by the second match, she seemed to get it just fine.

Every time she knew one of them, an excited point would be given and she’d turn towards you to tell you who they were — though she didn’t remember the young bucks’ names, and could only think of calling them the deers. She got to see Moxley, even getting an uncle-like ruffle of her hair when he spotted her before the match.

With her sitting in your lap, she couldn’t help her excited little claps and bounces upon Darby coming out for his match. Making his way over to the barricade where you both sat, he leaned over to press a kiss to your lips before gently pressing his head against Aurora’s to talk to her.

“Daddy’s gonna kick some ass, alright? I love you.” Aurora’s happy giggles were music to his ears and truly the only motivation he needed.

“Love you too, daddy!” She squealed for him to hear over the music and fans as she received a kiss on top of her head.

The unfortunate part of it all though was that Christian Cage was a scumbag. He knew how to get under people’s skin, how to taunt them, make them angry and lose focus. He was good at it, Darby could give him that. And as much as Darby wanted to say Christian couldn’t get into his head, he would be lying.

Multiple comments as they fought, shouting for Darby to hear over the cheers of fans, constantly asking him if he really wanted his daughter to see him get beat like this and even encouraging him to leave while he could. It put a fire inside him upon hearing those things and it would be a mistake to charge at Christian without a second thought. Darby, however, was prone to making mistakes such as that. It left him laid out in the middle of the ring, chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath. He expected a pin, for Christian to try and get the three count, but there was nothing.

Rather than take the pin, Christian decided to play mind games, do what he did best. Rolling out of the ring, he walked over to the barricade where a worried Aurora was sitting on your lap, a frown present on her lips as her attention was turned to the man responsible for laying Darby out on the mat.

“Is that your daddy?” A gentle nod came from the girl as you glared daggers into the man standing right outside the barricade.

“Yeah? Bet you wish your daddy wasn’t such a loser, huh?” The way he spoke sounded so condescending, looking down on both you and your daughter as if for even associating yourself with Darby Allin.

“He’s not a loser!” She shouted at him with watery eyes as you attempted to calm her down by gently bouncing her in your lap. But she was upset, there was no calming her down as she screamed ‘he’s not’ over and over to drown out Christian’s excessive taunts not towards just Darby’s little girl, but towards you as well.

“Darby was the best you could find? I mean .. ”

But before Christian could finish, a pair of black boots made contact with his body. Darby had run and jumped, successfully kicking Christian to the ground and into the adjacent barricade without a second thought the moment he realized what had happened. Forcing himself back up from the floor from the harsh dropkick, he turned to both of you and gave Aurora a smile, despite how much pain he was in. But it was enough to get her to wipe her tears and return the shining smile right back.

With a hand in Christian’s hair, he yanked the older man back into the ring to finish the match, proving more difficult than he thought. But in the end, Darby had enough motivation to push through, to hit the coffin drop twice before the match had been finished.

The cheers all became muffled, but yours and Aurora’s were the only ones that mattered at the moment. Getting out of the ring, he came to your side once more to pick up Aurora and resting her on his hip, a kiss pressed to the side of her head with a smile on his face.

“You were so cool, daddy!” She squealed, arms wrapped around his neck as he hugged her tight.

Despite how badly his back hurt at the moment, he didn’t want to let her go or put her down. Helping you around the barricade with the help of one of the security members, he would support her with an arm as a hand would reach out to you to take. Guiding you to the ramp to go to the back, Aurora would continue to praise her dad for all he did tonight, with dramatic retellings of events she had remembered.

This moment would be the moment Darby realized he should bring you both to more shows from now on, as he hadn’t been this happy after leaving a match in a long time.

#darby allin imagine #darby allin drabble #darby allin x reader #aew drabble #aew imagine #darby would be such a good dad

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lghockey · 2 years

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I hope we get a Mox and Hangman rematch in the future. I also want to two of them to have a barbecue with their wives and babies.

#aew #aew dynamite catch up #aew dynamite #max watches wrestling #hangman adam page #hangman #adam page #jon moxely #moxley

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wwenhlimagines · 2 years

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Ok so a smutty hook? Being a friend of the family, she hasn’t seen hook in a long time. Now fully blossomed, she calls taz and tells him she’s in town and wants to see them. When she shows up, hook can’t stop staring at her. She invites hook out to a movie , what happens when thing as steamy? He makes her quiver and shiver.

Reconnect - Hook

Warning: sexual suggestions

I tweaked it a little and the smut will be in part 2. But I hope you enjoy it!

"Next week, we will be in Rochester, NY for Dynamite live on Wednesday and Rampage on Friday. You won't want to miss it!" I sit on my couch watching Rampage when I hear Excalibur announce they will be in my area next week. I don't always watch Dynamite and Rampage live, but I record them and skim through to the parts I enjoy most when I'm in a hurry. I always make sure to rewind if I see any Team Taz or HookHausen antics seeing as I grew up around Hook and his family.

Hook and I were never the closest, but we definitely fought like brother and sister on occasion. He was a year older than me so I looked up to him for a lot of things, until puberty hit. Once he started hanging out with girls from his classes, it was almost like I didn't exist. Our families would have dinner together at least once a month and he would sit far away from me and sometimes refuse to even look my way. My mom always told me it's because he's a teenage boy and he is moody, but it still stung a bit.

After thinking about the show for a bit, I decided to text Taz.

Y/N: Hey Taz! I hear AEW is coming to town next week and I would love to see you guys while you are here. Any chance of seeing the action in person?

I took my empty dishes and started loading the dishwasher not expecting him to respond for a while. I watched the rest of the show before I hear my phone ding.

Taz: "Of course sweetheart! We will get you all the perks and we would love to take you to dinner as well."

I smile and text him back.

Y/N: "Thank you so much! Let me know when you are getting into town and we can get something together."

A few days later, I got a text from Taz saying they just got into town and asking me to dinner. I happily accepted and told him I would meet them there at 6. I decided to find a cute outfit and fixed my hair and makeup before driving to the restaurant. I parked my car and stepped out to hear Taz yelling across the parking lot for me.

"There she is, Y/N thanks for coming."

I smile and walk over to meet Taz and Hook at the door giving Taz a big hug before awkwardly looking at Hook unsure of how to greet him. He seemed to stand a little straighter as I got closer before smirking and pulling me into a quick hug. Taz walks in and asks for a table while Hook and I stand back a couple feet. He leans down to whisper to me.

"Long time, no see. You look great by the way."

I smile and touch his arm "Thanks, you're looking good too muscles."

He smiles and gestures for me to walk ahead of him as the waitress takes us to our table. We sit and chat for a while just catching up before Taz excuses himself to the restroom. Hook and I look at each other and giggle nervously.

"Did you know I always had a crush on you growing up Y/N?"

My jaw dropped "Really, I thought you just saw me as an annoying little sister."

He smirked "I did for a while, but once I got into high school I started to feel differently towards you."

I tilted my head "But that is when we stopped hanging out."

He sighed "I didn't want to risk losing you so I tried to ignore my feelings. Unfortunately, that ultimately made me lose you anyway."

I played with my straw as I contemplated how to respond. "It really hurt to lose my best friend like that. I thought I did something wrong or I wasn't good enough for you."

He reached over and grabbed my hand "Please look at me Y/N." I hesitated before looking up at him. "If I could go back and change what happened, I would in a heartbeat. But now, here we are together again. Can I please make it up to you?"

I could see the pain in his eyes and I sighed "I will give you one chance."

He smiled and kissed your hand lightly. "Thank you. Can I take you out tomorrow? We can do whatever you want."

I smiled seeing Taz walking back to the table. "We'll text later." He nodded and we finished our dinner letting Taz guide the conversations.

Later that night, I got a text from Hook and I smiled as I opened it up.

Hook: So about that date tomorrow 😉

Y/N: What do you suggest we do to make up for lost time?

Hook: I'm going to plan a whole day if you are up for it.

Y/N: What time will you pick me up and what should I wear?

Hook: 11am and wear comfy clothes

Y/N: Comfy as in sexy and easy to take off or comfy as in sweats and a hoodie?

Hook: Depends how you want the date to go 😘

Y/N: See you in the morning 😊

Hook: Goodnight gorgeous

~~~~~~~~~~The Next Morning~~~~~~~~~~

I woke up and got dressed in some leggings, crop top, and jacket before getting some breakfast and finishing getting ready. I scrolled through the notifications on my phone and found a text from Hook.

Hook: Good morning! Remember be ready by 11am

I smiled and took a selfie to send to him.

Y/N: Ready whenever you are handsome

It's about 10:50 when I hear a knock on the front door and I walk over and open it up seeing Hook stood there in a t shirt and jeans with a small bouquet of my favorite flowers.

"Hello there. These are my favorite, how did you know?"

He scratched the back of his neck and smiled "You told me when we went shopping one day for Mother's Day flowers."

I blushed and kissed his cheek before taking the flowers into the kitchen to put them in a vase. "Well you sure have a good memory. I'll be ready to go in just a second."

He nods and looks around the kitchen and living room nodding approvingly "Nice place you've got here. Cute and cozy just like you."

I grabbed my bag and smirked as I walked over to the front door. "Maybe if the date goes well, you'll get to see the bedroom."

He walks behind me and lets me lock up before opening the car door for me and getting in the driver's seat. "We can always explore the backseat if you'd like."

I shake my head and help him get out of my neighborhood to get to our first stop, a coffee shop that I frequent quite often. We park and go inside then I order my usual and Hook insists on paying. I roll my eyes and tell him "I have a rewards account, I'll pay for this and you can pay for the rest of the day if you want."

He hesitantly agrees and we find a table to sit at as we wait for our orders. One of the batista who knows me pretty well brings our order out to us and winks at me with a thumbs up as she walks away. "So what brought you out here? Work?"

I take a drink before answering "Honestly, I had a bad breakup and needed to get away and start fresh."

Hook looked like he wanted to know more, but he seemed to read the nervousness in my eyes and quickly changed the subject. We talked and caught up for a while as he drank our coffee before heading over to Top Golf. "Now, I can show you how to swing if you need help the first time."

I smirked and put my hand on his chest pushing him back slightly. "Let me show you how it's done."

Hook's eyebrows raise and he puts his hands up in defense backing away slowly with a sly smile. My first swing was decent and Hook looked pretty impressed when I turned around to smirk at him. We played for a while eating some chicken tenders and fries between soft caresses as he tried to help me "perfect" my stroke by standing behind me pressing his hips into my ass and guiding my arms in the swing. I ended up winning by a few points and I jumped around a little excitedly.

He smiled to himself seeing me giddly jumping around and he threw away our trash before grabbing my hand and walking out to the car. He once again opened my door, but I leaned against the back door and beckoned him closer with my finger. He smirked shaking his head "Really? Right now? In the parking lot?"

I shook my head before wrapping my hands around his neck and pulling him closer to me. His hands gripped my waist as he leaned against me slowly letting his head drop down to my level. "I always thought our first kiss would be in the school parking lot, but this could be a good substitute."

He smiled and closed the gap between our lips as we kissed softly at first just enjoying the feeling of each other's lips and being so close. When his hips pushed closer to mine the kiss deepened momentarily until we realized we were still in the parking lot. He pulled away slightly and touched his forehead to mine. "Movie?"

I nod my head smiling "Only one condition, my house."

He smirked and pecked my lips again before stepping back and helping me into the car before we drove back to my house to enjoy the rest of our date.

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silvershadow989 · 1 year

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Right right okay so, I had a dream about HoB vs The Elite feud and --

(In this dream Revolution was middle of March instead, March 18th to be exact.)

Rampage happens on the 24th Feb, and the Bucks have their match against Aussie Open. Middle of the match, lights go out, come back on after a few seconds - HoB are on the outside. Aussie open use this too their advantage and pin Matt. They then skedaddle out as Kenny comes down the ramp, followed by Don and Nak.

Once the Elite are in the ring HoB climb in, almost circling them and leaving them back to back pretty much. Malakai talks about how there's a parasite in AEW, on that's been around outstayed it's welcome. The parasite is the elite, and HoB are the ones who will save AEW. They all stop circling. Julia's in front of Matt. The crowd go silent as Malakai get's in Kenny's face.

Nick dart's infront of Matt and get's the mist to the face. Matt catches him as he falls back yelling and Kenny is torn between getting back in Malakai's face and checking on Nick.

HoB leave, their work temporarily done. The Elite follow after, Matt and Kenny supporting Nick.

BTE is interesting that Monday, Nick's weirdly quiet, stays in the background, never looks the camera head on. Matt, Kenny and Brandon have a discussion about how he's doing other weird things too - watching Matt sleep, snapping at Kenny ect. Brandon forgets to turn the camera off.

March 1st Dynamite. There's a backstage segment that have Matt and Kenny raging over their gear going missing and locker room being trashed. Matt asks Nick (who was in the room when it happened) what happened and Nick just shrugs. He's got light purple all around his eyes and across his nose. It looks like he's been punched in the face.

They have a match that Rampage - against the local jobbers. Matt get's the Meltzer Driver set up. Nick doesn't take it though. He just sits on the top rope, looking up the ramp.

Malakai's stood there watching. Kenny has to use the One Winged Angel to win.

Nick's not in the next BTE. Matt's noticably stressed the entire video but pretends nothing's wrong.

He keeps pretending until March 8th Dynamite, when he's attacked in the ring by his little brother. HoB are also there, targeting Kenny and restraining Brandon.

But Nick's focused on Matt. The purple has darkened too black now, and his eyes seem hollowed out. Like he's a puppet. A puppet that's trying to choke him.

Again, Hanger has to save them. HoB backs off, but Nick's still in the ring. Staring Adam down. Malakai whistles and Nick backs off.

The House Of Black have Nick now.

Adam leaves the ring afterwards, he's still in shock, and looking at Kenny makes his head hurt. Matt and Kenny are left to limp out by themselves.

Nick has a match against a jobber that Rampage. He decimates them. Matt is watching on a moniter, eyes suspiciously teary.

(This is where my memory gets patchy and I can't remember the details but-)

Nick has three more singles matches before Revolution. Matt and Kenny have a tag match or two. The Nick situation is a looking shadow.

The Revolution match is set to be Matt vs Nick. If Matt wins, HoB will release Nick. If Nick wins, well, he'll belong to the House. Like Julia.

It's a tense match. 40 minutes. Both are bleeding by the end but it's Matt's wrist raised. Kenny joins him in the ring to celebrate, giving the still lying Nick a wide berth when HoB attack them. Properly.

Starts a feud that lasts 'till Double Or Nothing. Adam joins the Elite *temporarily* to boost their numbers. HoB almost mist him too. They miss.

Malakai spends a lot of time taunting Kenny about how horrible he used to be, how he was so bad that a certain former tag partner couldn't stand him.

Matt keeps finding pictures of Nick - face covered in blood, eyes glassy and dazed from the concussion Matt gave him when he dropped him on the ramp - everywhere, it's tearing him apart.

Nick clams up, won't talk to anyone, insists he doesn't remember anything. The far-away gaze and the way he flinches when someone says his name suggest otherwise.

Meanwhile the BCC spent the time between March and May dragging Bryan back into the fold and making sure he stays put. They have their eyes set on the trio's champions as well, seeing it as easy pickings due to Matt, Nick and Kenny being so distracted.

They have their match, just before Double Or Nothing. HoB interfere, leading to a disqualification for BCC. Mox is mad about it. Tony gives him BCC vs HoB vs The Elite for DoN.

The match is carnage.

Then I woke up so I don't know who won. Feel free to guess though!!

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