#aew hook angst
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Chaotic Collaborations
Synopsis: The whirlwind of two polar opposites, a story line and unmistakable tensions in between
Warnings: pining, cursing, injury, depictions of blood, protective!hook, jealous!hook, angst, fluff eventually
A/N: welllll after who knows how long I’ve finally managed to conjure up the sunshine!reader x coldhearted hook fic! This was actually so fun to write I got carried away and it takes a drastic turn lmao I hope you love it babesss, enjoy!
(Takes place during the Hook and Jack rivalry)
(Also this shit is extremely long and I’m finishing it at 2am so bare with me if there’s grammatical errors, I’m sleepy lmao)
You were originally ecstatic over the shot at your very first story line when Tony pitched the idea to you. You’d been in AEW for a little over a year and had been hoping that you’d get a little more substantial tv time outside of your typical matches sometime soon, so when Tony called you to his office with an idea that was brought up to him, you couldn’t agree quick enough.
That was until the person you’d be doing the storyline with walked through the door.
The coldhearted handsome devil, as he frequently gets called. Someone you were somewhat familiar with due to seeing his matches in the viewing room from time to time, or him sitting alone in catering every so often, typically with a hatred look towards the whole world on his face.
A man you never considered approaching for the simple fact that he gave the impression that he was not to be fucked with, or even smiled at, for that matter. He was the last person you’d expected Tony to bring in.
“Hook, glad you’re here again. I know we’ve already been over this but now that we have your future partner here, I wanted to give you both the rundown. Have a seat.” Tony points to the chair next to you. He steps in, a hoodie over his head shadowing his eyes that glance at you before he silently takes a seat.
He brought a sudden energy to the room with his presence, one that made you feel a tad bit uneasy. Intimidated, more so.
“Y/N, Hook is who I’m pairing you with for this storyline. It’s come to my attention that the two of you are both crowd favorites and apparently a lot of fans want to see you two together. It would be great for the ratings and for both of your character developments.”
You nodded along, wanting to look over at the man next to you to see what he thought of this, though you kept your eyes on Tony. You knew that fans liked to talk about how you and some of the talent should pair up together, and there were a lot of edits on instagram of you and certain wrestlers that they shipped, but Hook was the least of your expectations.
“I’ll be putting you both in a group chat where I’ll send you segment and promo schedules and concepts, so keep your eyes out for that. Next week, during your match with Anna, Jack Perry is going to come out with the FTW title and hand it to her, and that’s when Hook will be coming out after him. The fans will think it’s all part of their feud until he comes to your aid when Anna hits you with the title while Jack and Hook are fighting on the ramp. That’s going to be the start of the entire storyline leading up to a tagteam match between the four of you.”
You listened intently, not wanting to miss a beat of the instruction. The storyline made a lot of sense since you and Anna did have some on screen animosity to begin with, and hook and jack have been at each others throats for some time now, so you could see the relevance to having Hook as your alliance.
“I’ll be sending you both a text soon on more details.” Tony said before he excused you both from his office. Hook silently got out of his chair and headed through the door without sparing you a glance. You weren’t sure if that meant that he was displeased about the storyline or if he just collected the information and went on his way.
You decided to try to talk to him when you both got into the hallway, but quickly wished you would’ve let him keep walking.
“Hey!” You jog up to him, reaching his side. He glanced over at you for a split second before he fixated his sights ahead. He didn’t greet you back, and that alone made you feel a little uneasy, but you still attempted to make conversation.
“I know we’ve never talked before, but since we’re about to do this whole storyline together, I guess I should introduce myself and all.” You managed a nervous chuckle, but he kept a straight face.
“I’m Y/N.” You continued on, feeling your nerves start to get the better of you, which is when you start rambling, usually.
“I mean, obviously you know that now since Tony said it, but, anyway, i just wanted to break the ice a little. This is all pretty new to me. I’ve never done a story line before so-“
That’s when Hook stops in his tracks, turning to face you. His stare was cold and jaw set. He showed no emotion, nothing at all, really. The way he looked straight into your eyes made you immediately shy away from that gaze. Your eyes dropped to the gold cross sitting over his chest similar to the one you had tucked underneath your shirt that you wore as a good luck charm.
You wanted to pull it out and show him that you had one too but something told you he wouldn’t care about that at all.
You glanced back up into his eyes, the ones that were strongly fixated on you, managing to push past the nervousness he made you feel until you heard him say, “Let’s save the talking for the scripts.”
He held his eyes on you for a second longer before he turned on his heel and headed down the hallway. You didn’t bother to follow. It was clear that Hook didn’t care to make conversation with you, and he wanted to make sure you understood that.
———
You were sitting in catering with Skye and Willow, oblivious to their conversation due to the thoughts that kept swirling around in your brain. It had been a week since that very first interaction with Hook and tonight you were going to be starting the whole storyline.
Skye noticed how you barely paid attention to the conversation and decided to ask you what was going on. You had yet to tell them about the storyline since talking to Hook, or attempting to, didn’t go over so well.
“What’s going on with you?” Skye’s voice reached you, snapping you out of your thoughts.
You could’ve said it was nothing to save yourself the conversation but they were going to know about the whole storyline tonight, so you decided to spill it all.
“Tony’s giving me my first storyline.” You say, watching as a smile spreads across both of their faces before the confusion sets in.
“You don’t seem too excited?” Willow commented.
“I mean, I am, but… Well, okay, so you know how Hook and Jack Perry have that whole rivalry going on right now?”
The girls nod slowly, clearly they were still a bit confused.
“And me and Anna have a match tonight, so Jack’s going to come out and hand her the FTW title so she can knock my ass out with it,-“
“So then Hook is going to come out to save you.” Skye figured. “So is it like, an on screen dating kind of thing?”
“I don’t think so. Tony said we’ll end up teaming up against them, so I’m pretty sure it’s just alliances.”
Willow’s lips spread into a smirk before she looked down.
“Are you nervous about it or something? You’re the one who said you wished you’d get your shot at a story line and now you’re talking like you don’t want to do it.” Skye said, but you hardly heard her when the man who’s been racing through your mind came walking through the catering doors.
Willow noticed your eyes immediately finding him, following him as he headed around the perimeter of the room to take his seat in the very back.
“I think she’s nervous.” Willow grinned, clearly with insinuation but that’s when you quickly tore your eyes away from the man in question and back to them.
“No, it’s the fact that I tried to talk to him after we left Tony’s office, y’know, introduce myself and break the ice since we’re going to be working together, and he literally looked me dead in my face and told me to save the talking for the scripts.”
Both of their jaw’s dropped and Willow’s eyes cut over to the man, shooting him a look he didn’t see since he was on his phone.
“That’s fucking rude.” She said.
“Yeah, and we haven’t spoke since.”
“I mean, he kind of does look like that type of guy. He’s always by himself, always looks like someone pissed in his cheerios, maybe he’s just a dick. I’d just stick to the storyline and don’t bother with him outside of that if he’s going to have that kind of an attitude.” Skye says before she grabs her phone and stands up from the table.
“Anyway, I gotta go. I’ll be watching your match from the viewing room tonight though. You’re gonna do amazing.” She smiles before she heads out, leaving you and willow at the table.
“I agree with Skye. Just try to enjoy your first storyline despite his negative attitude.”
You nodded, then your eyes adverted over to the back of the room, for some reason you felt strongly compelled to steal a glance of him, only to find his eyes locked on you.
You felt your stomach twist suddenly and looked away immediately, but you could still feel the powerful gaze he possessed burning a hole through you, and you weren’t sure if that meant you should look back again, maybe try to go talk to him, or leave the room all together.
“Oh my God, he’s staring at me. Don’t you fucking look, Willow. Don’t make it obvious.”
Willow didn’t, but it was clear she wanted to. You could practically feel his dark eyes on you from way across the room, and you couldn’t help the way it made the pace of your heart quicken, out of the sheer nervousness that his presence hasn’t failed to make you feel.
“He’s leaving now.” Willow whispered as her eyes followed him around the room before she dropped them to the table. “He’s gone.”
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You couldn’t help but to be nervous but you attempted to put it all aside as you clutched you ribs, lying on the canvas after Anna kicked into your side, probably a little harder than she should have. You knew what was coming as soon as Jack’s music hit and he came running down the ramp with the FTW title in hand.
You grabbed Anna’s feet before she could reach him, swiftly making her fall flat against the canvas in an attempt to protect yourself from the inevitable. That’s when Hook’s music hit and a sudden pop from the crowd made your ears ring.
He didn’t run down the ramp like Jack did, but it took him only a few seconds to get his hands on the man. Hook snatched the title and threw it to the floor before he threw a series of punches to Jack’s chest, while you and Anna were throwing punches to each other’s jaws. She was hitting you with a force that felt a little more personal than just entertainment purposes. You wondered if she meant that or not.
She grabbed your wrist and slung you against the turnbuckles, hitting your back so hard you sprung foward and fell to your knees. It was all planned, but you were taking one hell of a beating.
That’s when Hook and Jack had the referee distracted enough for Anna to grab the belt. Just as you were getting on your feet, you felt the impact against the side of your head knocking you down flat, staring up at the bright lights of the arena as she pinned you.
The three count came fast and her music rang through your ears. You laid there like you were dazed and confused and thankfully she didn’t actually hit you with it too hard. You had a little pain but nothing like it would’ve been if she would’ve intended to knock you out cold.
The crowd was booing jack and Anna both, but they roared with cheers when Hook slid under the ropes. You felt a warm hand sneak beneath your shoulder before he helped you sit up. There was no script to go off of so you weren’t sure if anything should’ve been said, but nobody would’ve heard over the thousands of screams piercing your ears.
Taz was on commentary hyping the interaction up for the added affect of the viewers watching on tv.
“I don’t know when those two became friends, but I’ll tell you one thing, Y/N has a good one in her corner. If Hook has your back, you know you’re gonna be alright. Jack and Anna better watch out now boys.”
Hook leaned down and grabbed your hand, pulling you up to your feet. The crowd was absolutely wild, and it was a reaction you really didn’t expect. He silently nodded towards the ramp as he let go of your hand. You walked ahead of him, slipping out of the ropes and making your way towards the tunnels, clutching your side and your head for the added affect.
You looked over your shoulder to find hook close behind, his eyes locked on you the second you spared a glance. Just before you reached the tunnels, you heard his voice, somehow over all the commotion around the arena.
“Wait” he caused you to turn around, now inches apart from you. Your eyes widened when you realized the closeness, before you felt his hand grab yours again and hold it up in the air, turning you towards the crowd that was on the verge of losing their minds.
He pointed at you, nodding as he took in the reactions. You were trying to soak it all in but it all had you confused. Assuming he was really good at selling, you tried to ignore the fact that his harsh words had been running through your mind for the past week, but due to that, you didn’t expect all of this.
He dropped your hand and nodded towards the tunnel, letting you lead the way. As soon as you got away from the chaos in the arena, you turned around to face him. Part of you wanted to ask why he was so rude to you last week but the other part of you was screaming for you not to.
Hook’s brows knitted together when you looked up at him. The last thing you probably should’ve been thinking about was the first one that came to mind simply because your brain did that sometimes.
He was wearing a black hoodie, black pants and looked like the walking depiction of darkness with the way his hair casted over nearly half of his face. Meanwhile you had on all white ring gear coupled with white nails and the comparison must have looked nothing less than polar opposites when you stood side by side.
But then you heard him say, “Are you just gonna stand there and stare at me?”
That’s when you realized you’d just been staring up at him, feeling your cheeks immediately burn beneath your skin when he called you out for it. Hook saw the way your face flushed and a rosy tint dusted over. Then he noticed a gold cross sitting against your chest much like his own. He didn’t comment on it, obviously.
You wanted to redeem yourself but couldn’t muster words at that point and he stared down at you awaiting a response or simply for you to move out of his way, which is exactly what you did.
The second you stepped to the side, he slipped past you, brushing your shoulder on his way down the hall. You stood there with a bit of a dumbfounded look on your face as you watched him leave without sparing you another glance.
———
Another week passed by and again, you and hook hadn’t spoke, but your tagged photos on instagram were nothing but you and him from Dynamite the week prior. It was funny how many fans were going crazy for a duo that was anything but when you weren’t on cameras.
You’d looked down at your phone when it buzzed and a text from Tony came through. You were put in the group chat with a 363 area code and debated whether or not you should save him in your contacts.
The text was the instructions for a segment later on. You and hook were going to be spotted talking in the hallway. He sent the full script and with only an hour to memorize and apologized for the last minute scheduling.
You were typing back when another message popped up. It was from hook, nothing but a short and simple reply saying, “All good” meanwhile you’d typed almost a whole paragraph about how it was okay, don’t apologize and you were going to get to memorizing right now. Needless to say, you deleted that and typed back, “No problem, I’ll have them memorized.”
You then scrolled up the long message, unsure if you could actually sell this with such a short amount of study time. You didn’t want to screw up on live tv.
Your lips moved as you read over the lines. It would’ve been way easier if you could actually rehearse them with someone but clearly hook wasn’t going to be down for that and Skye and Willow both had the night off, which was the reason you were sitting alone in catering.
You tried to focus but you felt that feeling again. Eyes on you, unavailable. He was somewhere in the room and you could feel it. He was staring at you again, and you didn’t even have to find him to be able to tell that.
You couldn’t keep your mind on the script now that you knew you were being watched. You wondered why he was staring in the first place. What was his problem with you after all?
The temptations got the better of you and you finally tore your eyes from your phone, only to find him sitting directly across from you at the next table over. Like you already knew, staring.
He didn’t bother to snatch his gaze off of you. He was shameless about the way he watched you. You couldn’t help it when your nerves grabbed strong hold of you and out blurted, “Are you just gonna sit there and stare?”, loud enough for the people around to hear, earning their attention.
Hook didn’t acknowledge them. He didn’t even blink. Didn’t move a single muscle and that’s when you decided to get up and walk over to him, despite the way his dark eyes made you want to take off running.
You approached his table and took a seat directly across from him. He tilted his head back slightly and crossed his arms over his chest. His brows raised in an expectant manner and you could feel the eyes of talent all around focused on the two of you.
“Why do you keep staring at me?” You called him out the same way he did to you last week in the tunnel. He kept a stoic expression as his eyes dropped down to your phone in hand on top of the table. He decided to avoid your question to ask one of his own.
“You think you can sell that segment later?”
Caught off guard, you felt your brows knit together, looking down at your phone which served as a reminder that you needed to be studying those lines.
“I’m gonna do my best.” You answered honestly, looking back at him. “Are you not going to go over your lines?”
“I already know them.”
“The text just came in like five minutes ago.” You pointed out.
“And I already know them, and yours.” He coolly states before he grabs the bookbag from the seat next to him and stands up. “Don’t mess up.” He says before he tries to leave.
“Wait!” Your voice didn’t do you any favors when it came out a little squeakier than you intended, but it kept him there. “Can you help me go over them?”
He stared down at you, face unreadable as always. There was a pause before he said, “If I didn’t have to get ready for my match, maybe I’d consider.” Then he headed out of catering, leaving you alone at the table.
———
You headed down the hallway where you were supposed to shoot the segment. Hook was already there, leaning against the wall with his phone in hand. He had his ring gear on, a couple red marks on his chest and sweat glistening off his skin. He must have just came back from his match.
Nobody else was around yet. You slowly walked over to him and stood against the opposite wall in front of him. He finished typing something before he picked his head up and looked down at you. You did your best not to spare him a glance as you continued going over your lines.
“It’s a little late to be trying to memorize them now.” You heard him mutter.
“I think I have them memorized, actually.” You look up at him, now leaning back with arms crossed. His hair was absolutely unruly and you couldn’t help but stifle a laugh when you saw it up close. The way it was standing straight up over his head reminded you of Chicken Little.
“What?” His brows knit when he catches your reaction.
“Sorry” you shake your head and wipe the smirk off your face. “It’s your hair.”
“What about my hair?”
“It’s like, standing straight up.” You point out, watching his eyes squint at you.
“It’s hair. It does that.” He deadpanned.
“Mine never does.”
“That’s ‘cause Anna’s always pulling yours out.” He bantered back, and for the first time you thought maybe you saw his lips tip up in a smirk, but as soon as you caught it, he wiped it away.
“She is not always pulling it out. That was one time. And that was so long ago, how do you even know that?”
Silence suddenly filled the hallway. He didn’t have an answer for that and thankfully for him, the cameraman made his way around the corner just in time.
“Alright, ready?” He calls out to the both of you. You take one more quick glance at your phone before shoving it in your pocket and taking in a deep breath.
Hook pushed himself off the wall and whispered, “Don’t mess up.” Before he stood behind you, close enough that when you turned around, you had to put a little space between you.
“Action.”
“Y/N.” Hook suddenly spoke. “You can’t let anyone walk all over you in this company. It’s time for you to take control. You need to start fighting fire with fire.”
He was right when he said he had his parts memorized. It was so effortless to him. He went from one persona to the next in a matter of seconds.
You tried to hide the surprise on your face and snap into character. He eyed you skeptically, you could clearly tell he was expecting you to mess up.
“I don’t want to play dirty, Hook. That’s gonna be my karma when it comes back to bite me.” First line down, you didn’t think it was too bad.
“Or maybe Anna Jay and Jack Perry’s karma is us. Did you ever think about that?” He raised his voice and took a step foward unexpectedly, backing you against the wall. You were suddenly flustered but knew you had to force that away.
“Jack knocked me out with the same title Anna hit you with. My FTW title. They’re cornering you and you’re allowing it! What’s gonna happen when you’re in the hospital with a concussion next time and I can’t save you?”
His chest started heaving as hot breaths fanned against your skin. He was way too good at this.
“What do you want me to do, Hook? You want me to be evil like they are? That’s not me!”
A second passed and you saw the way his eyes dropped down to some other part of your face, suddenly making you self conscious about whatever caught his attention. Then, he leaned in even closer, his chest brushing against yours when he inhaled.
“If you’re gonna be with me, you have to be tougher than this. That sweet, innocent personality of yours isn’t going to get us anywhere, and I’m not gonna stand by while you let yourself get assaulted every week. It’s time to start fighting back, Y/N.”
Half of that line, you didn’t recall memorizing. It threw you off a little bit, and thanks to that, you couldn’t remember your final line. You suddenly got anxious, mouth falling open with no words coming out. Hook picked up on this, not letting too much time pass before he tried to jog your memory.
“You don’t have anything to say? You’re okay with these people tormenting us? You want them to take everything from us?”
You hoped he could hear you silently thanking him. You knew that wasn’t a line but he kept it going for the sake of embarrassing yourself.
“If you want me to fight back, then let me do it my way.” You recited, shooting him your best glare for the dramatics. “I’m not turning cold for you, but that doesn’t mean I can’t beat her ass so bad she’ll wish she never stepped foot in a ring with me.”
His lips turned upwards in the faintest hint of a smirk and this time you were certain on it before he quickly brought that straight face back for the camera and nodded his head saying his last line.
“I’m gonna hold you to that.”
“Cut”
The camera man left you and hook in the hallway. As soon as the camera wasn’t on you an enormous weight was lifted off of your shoulders, finally able to take a deep breath, but the air around quickly got suffocating all over again.
Hook didn’t move. He was still standing close enough to you that you felt pinned to the wall. He held those infamously dark eyes on you for a moment, studying you. In his mind, he didn’t see the value of having you as a partner. He couldn’t understand why he got paired with someone who looks like they’d cry the minute someone raised their voice.
You just appeared to him as a sweet, innocent person and not in the way that he intended for it to be a compliment. Sweet and innocent wasn’t his thing. He needed someone just as coldhearted and vengeful as him.
Nevertheless, he was with you now until this storyline ends and his dad told him during a conversation they had a few days prior, that he needs to look at things a little bit differently. Taz seemed to think that he needed someone like you by his side. The coldhearted handsome devil needed a conscious and in his dad’s mind, a babyface with the reputation of being a walking ray of sunshine was the angel on Hook’s shoulder.
He carefully considered his dad’s perspective, but then aroused ideas of his own. A concept that he pitched to Tony that you had no idea what was coming. Plans to take your squeaky clean image and transform it into something greater, something more complimentary to himself.
You eyed him, swallowing past a thick lump accumulating in your throat before you managed to speak in a voice almost weary.
“Why are you staring at me like that?”
Hook’s head tilted to the side, as if he was intrigued by the simple question. Your wide eyes reminded him of a skittish puppy ready to bolt, and he was surprised you haven’t yet.
“I thought you had your lines memorized?” He countered your question.
“I did, until you decided to improvise.” You quickly blurted, feeling like you exaggerated that defense. His brows raised slightly from beneath the thick hair against his forehead before he took a step back, putting space between you for the first time in what felt like an eternity.
“See you next week.” He muttered before he disappeared around the corner.
———
Two nights later, as you got cozy in bed, just about to doze off, your phone buzzed with a text from that same area code you recognized as Hook.
“been talking to my dad. you need to learn redrum. im in the hotel gym”
You glanced at the time, nearly baffled when you realized it was one-thirty in the morning. You texted back a quick reply.
“Right now? This can’t wait until tomorrow? And why do I need to learn your moves? I have moves of my own.”
You stared at the message until the delivered turned into read at 1:32 and locked your phone until he texted back.
“im going to bed at 2”
You stared at that simple little message and knew it was basically him not giving much of an option. You huffed as you slid out of bed, never minding to change out of your sweatpants or do anything with yourself for that matter. It was almost two in the morning. You should be asleep.
The elevators brought you down to the first floor. You headed across the lobby towards the gym. You could hear the sound of a punching bag being hit three times each even through the closed door.
You walked in, to your surprise finding Hook and Taz both. Taz was keeping the punching bag steady while Hook threw his fists into it, but that came to an abrupt halt when taz spotted you first.
“Ah, there she is.” His voice echoed through the empty room. “Didn’t think you’d actually show.” He chuckled, turning to his son. “Tyler and I have been talking about that upcoming tagteam match between you and the goofballs, we think if the crowd saw a double redrum they’d go nuts.”
You glanced at hook, now with the new knowledge that his name was actually Tyler, and for some reason that’s all that registered in that moment. He was looking at his dad, not even sparing a glance in your direction until Taz gave him a strong pat on his bare back and said, “I’ll leave you to it son. Your mother’s waiting for me.”
You held the door open to let him through, offering a faint smile. Taz stopped before he left the room, looking over his shoulder at his son, “Polite too” he commented, and you weren’t sure what that was supposed to mean but didn’t ask either. “Don’t hurt him too bad.” He muttered with an amused grin before he headed out.
You closed the door and stepped a little farther in the room. Taz seemed to have taken that lighthearted energy with him when he left because once again, the air was thick. It felt hot and heavy in your lungs and it made no sense to you why that was always the case when you were around him.
He stood at the front of the room with his hands on his hips. He looked like he’d been at it for hours what with the way his cheeks were bright red and sweat was covering every visible inch of his body, and drenching his hair.
“Do you always work out at two in the morning?” You asked as you drew a little closer, feeling like you were physically walking on eggshells.
“I go to sleep at two.” He replied, rather breathlessly. His eyes adverted down to your t-shirt and sweats, and the fuzzy slippers you put on before you left the hotel room. “Apparently you do too.”
“I was almost asleep when you texted.” You defended yourself and your cozy loungewear. “I’m not going to throw on a whole outfit just to come down to the gym.”
“Real shoes either.” He countered.
You looked down at the slippers and then back up at him. “They’re comfy. I don’t care.”
“Clearly.” He nodded. “Doesn’t matter. You familiar with any of my moves at all?”
You could’ve told him that you’d watched some of his matches in the viewing room before but something told you that he would think you were weird for that, so you simply shrugged and said, “kind of, not really.”
The way he eyed you made you think he knew you were lying.
“Never seen me do redrum?” He questioned, raising his brows.
“Maybe like one time.” You lied again, and that’s when his eyes narrowed, as if he was reading right through the bullshit.
He pushed his hair back and let his hand fall to his side with a smack to his hip before he stepped away from the punching bag and over to a bench, grabbing an almost empty water bottle and chugging the rest.
He crumbled the plastic before tossing it in the trash can halfway across the room and walking back over. He stood in front of you. It seemed to you like the man didn’t know the definition of personal space.
“Are you familiar with a half nelson at least?”
You shot him a questionable look, feeling the sarcasm dripping from his question.
“Pretty sure everyone is.” You crossed your arms, deadpanning on him in an attempt to dish it right back. His lips fold in and that’s when you couldn’t help but notice a dimple on his right cheek.
“Alright then-“ he held his arms out to his sides. “Put me in one.”
You shot him another look, wondering if that was a serious request or not. He stared at you, clearly waiting. It didn’t seem probable since the man towered over you.
“How do I do that when you’re like, six foot tall?” You asked, holding your own arms out. “I’m obviously too short to reach.”
“Size doesn’t matter. It’s the way you utilize your body. Anna’s taller than you, how do you expect to put her in a choke? Wait for her to get down?”
“I wasn’t planning to until you said I needed to learn your moves. I have a couple of my own.”
“And clearly they don’t work too well.” He counters comebacks quickly, you realize.
“If you can’t reach, use your legs first.” He instructed, suddenly having a more serious edge to his voice. “If that means you have to jump on their back, then do that. I’ve had to a time or two.” He shrugged before he waved you foward.
You dropped your arms and eyed him skeptically. An uneasy feeling was trying to take over simply because the thought of wrestling around with a man twice your size didn’t seem like the smartest idea.
“You’re not gonna sling me over your shoulder or something, are you?”
You caught the brief flash of confusion that crossed through his eyes before they returned to that cold stare he perfected.
“No, Y/N.” He huffed in annoyance. “I’m not gonna do anything but let you take me down. I’m gonna fall foward though, not back, so if you go flying off of me that’s on you.”
In his mind he was wondering why you were so apprehensive about this. Did you really think he was going to hurt you? He might not be all that friendly but he didn’t have intentions to harm you. Either way, he pushed past those thoughts and focused on the task at hand.
You nodded in understanding before you circled around him, taking a step back for more momentum when you sprung foward. Your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, knees locking in underneath his ribs and you heard a low grunt reverberate through his throat.
“Am I hurting you?” You loosened your legs but felt his hands grab them, keeping you wrapped tightly around him.
“Nope, always keep your legs tight. I’m good. Lock it in.”
You did as you were told, snaking one arm beneath his jaw and the other under his arm, bringing it up and pushing his head down until you felt him falling foward with a low, “Fuck” beneath his breath.
You held on tight as his knees hit the floor and he tapped on your arm quickly. You unwrapped yourself and stood back up, offering your hand to help him to his feet, but he ignored it.
“Was that right?” You asked, feeling somewhat prideful about the way you just brought a six foot tall, two hundred pound man down to his knees with his own finisher.
He nodded, rubbing his neck. “Yeah, that was right.” He cleared his throat. He then eyed you with a somewhat unreadable look on his face, eyes slightly narrowed.
“What?” You asked.
“You’ve never seen that before?” He resorted back to his previous question from earlier.
“I told you I have once.” You reminded him, but again, human lie detector comes out of him and it was evident.
“Most people don’t get it right the first time after seeing me do it more than once.”
“Well I did.” You shrugged, watching as he peered those eyes at you, reading straight through the bullshit once more just to hum in response.
“Not very believable but alright.” He muttered before he walked over to the bench and sat down, grabbing his hoodie and tossing it over his shoulder. You felt your clothes sticking to your body with sweat that wasn’t your own and peeled the fabric from your skin, just for it to stick right back.
Hook noticed this. “You got a little sweat on you.” He comments obviously.
“Do I? I didn’t notice.” You sarcastically replied, and another unreadable expression played on his face, one that had you wondering what he was thinking, but you didn’t ask. It returned back to that blank, emotionless look moments after.
“I have a match Wednesday.” He said as he ran his hand through his unruly hair. “You should probably be ringside.”
“Did Tony say that? I haven’t heard anything.”
“I’m saying that.” He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees, looking up at you. Your mouth clamped shut with that response. He clearly saw the mixed reaction playing on your face and made it a point to clarify.
“The more we’re together, the more we’ll sell.”
But something told you otherwise and you weren’t sure what. Something was nagging at you about his actual motives. If you remember correctly, he didn’t seem too pleased about being paired up with you to begin with.
“I didn’t think you cared so much about this storyline.” You tested. “You seemed really unhappy about it when we were in Tony’s office. And after, especially.” You referred to the first little conversation, or lack there of, in the hallway.
He looked down at his knuckles and a few scars on them before he looked back up at you.
“If we have to do it, I want to at least make it good.” He said, ignoring basically everything you just said. “That means we need to sell it. So we need to be seen together a lot more. Nobody’s gonna believe it if we’re only shot on segments and nowhere else.”
You nodded, understanding that fact.
“So when I have a match, you be there. When you have a match, I’ll be there.” He then stood up and threw on the black hoodie you always saw him wear at work before he walked past you, muttering a low, “see you Wednesday” under his breath before the gym doors shut behind him.
———
“Sounds like he wants to fuck you.” Willow bluntly stated after you told her and Skye all about what’s been going on lately. You felt your cheeks practically burn your skin but looked away in an attempt to hide it.
“Agreed.” Skye adds in. “Looks like someone’s not so coldhearted after all.”
“No, he definitely is.” You affirm with a quick nod. “He’s just good at selling a storyline. He’s a different person on camera than he is elsewhere.”
“He looks pretty angry all the time to me. On camera and every time I pass his grumpy ass in the halls” Willow chuckled and you couldn’t help but do the same. “And if he’s trying to sell the story purely, I don’t think he’d bother getting you down to the gym at almost two in the morning.”
“Well it was to teach me his finisher for when we have that tagteam match.” You justified, but they didn’t buy it.
“That could’ve waited for a day time hour, Y/N.” Skye tried to convince you, but there was no use in that. You looked at the time and realized his match was starting soon. You got up from the seat, thankful for an excuse to leave the conversation.
“I’m needed ringside.” You tell them, noting the smirks on their face before you left.
Hook was already in the gorilla waiting for his music to hit when you finally got there. His back was turned and head hung as he pushed himself back and to against the bars.
“Hey.” You breathlessly said, due to nearly racing to be in time. He turned his head, looking over his shoulder as he kept doing what looked to you like mid air push ups, assuming it was just something he did to get amped up.
His eyes adverted down to your shirt. You didn’t have a match tonight so you didn’t bother throwing on your ring gear. He was wearing all black this time, and you were wearing a bright yellow top and black shorts.
“Hey sunshine.” He said with a condescending, mocking tone as he eyed your apparel.
“Sunshine? Why? Because of my shirt?” You asked. “Was I supposed to match you or something?”
He shook his head and dropped it, exposing that dimple again. He pushed himself off the rails to stand up straight, looking down at you rather dramatically with the way he dropped his head.
“I didn’t say anything about your clothes.”
“You insinuated by the way you looked at my yellow shirt, then called me sunshine.” You pointed out, watching an amused grin spread across his lips before he dropped his head to cover it. You know you weren’t mistaking.
It was then that his music hit and the pop of the arena was already ringing your ears. He headed through the tunnel and you followed, unsure what you were actually supposed to do now that you were here.
The crowd went crazy when hook came out, but nearly insane when you popped out right behind him. He stopped at the top of the ramp to look amongst the sea of faces, and you endured it all next to him. You turned to look at him, only to find him staring down at you.
He nodded towards the ring, signaling for you to take the lead, so you did. On commentary once again, Taz was hyping it up for the viewers at home.
“That’s hook right there folks. The coldhearted handsome devil. He’s being accompanied by one of AEW’s crowd favorites, Y/N for this match. These two have been joined at the hip ever since Anna Jay knocked her upside the head with the FTW title. They’ve got each others backs, I’ll tell you that much.”
If you could hear commentary it would probably make you laugh just how much his dad sells the storyline.
You stopped at the end of the ramp and waited for hook to walk down. He stopped next to you for a moment, the cameraman panning in on the two of you taking in the crowd reactions before he nodded towards where you would be standing, signaling for you to take your place while he rounds the ring.
When the bell rings and the match gets started, you watch on from where you stood leaning against the canvas. You’ve seen a few of his matches but never up close. It was clear exactly why he was favored in this industry. His quickness and agility was otherworldly. He was fast thinking and cleverly destructive.
He made quick work of getting his opponent down. It had only taken about three and a half minutes and the redrum was locked in, and seconds after, his music boomed through the arena.
You clapped genuinely, watching as he got to his feet and slipped out the ring on your side. He nodded towards the tunnels and by this point you already knew to take the lead while he walks behind you. No idea why he prefers it that way, but you didn’t question.
When you reached the stage, you stopped and turned to face the crowd. He got up next to you and looked at you questionably when you grabbed his wrist, even though he already knew what you were going to do.
You raised his hand in the air and listened to the crowd explode. The pop was unlike anything you’d witnessed yourself, and it was doing a pretty good job at bringing your confidence level way up.
“Probably one of AEW’s most unlikely duos. The coldhearted handsome devil and Y/N look like night and day standing next to each other.” Excalibur mentions on commentary.
“Their appearances may be complete opposites but don’t let that fool you my guy. These two are a force to be reckoned with.” Taz adds.
You get halfway through the tunnel when you look over your shoulder to find hook trailing closely behind you.
“Good job.” You smile at him, though he doesn’t return the smile back. You didn’t expect him to, anyway. He hummed in response and dropped his head, ruffling his hair.
Just then, a text came through to your phone. You pulled it out of your pocket and read the group chat message.
“It’s Tony.” You tell hook. “He said me being ringside was a nice touch for whoever’s idea that was. Want me to tell him it was yours?”
“Nah.” He shortly replied. “Did he say anything else?” He asked, seeming a little curious.
“No.” You told him, watching as he nods once. “What do you think we’ll be doing next? Another segment? When even is this tagteam match happening?”
“Ask him.” He mutters.
He wasn’t saying much all of the sudden which confused you. It was like he retreated into a shell after he decided he didn’t like the outside world for the two minutes he experienced it.
“Are you tired?” You asked, noticing the questioning glance he gave you.
“No?”
“Oh. You sound tired.” You added as you headed down the hall with him, unsure where you were actually going since you just got caught up in talking to him.
“Not tired” he sighed, giving you the impression that he didn’t want to talk at all anymore. Or maybe he never even did in the first place.
“Alright well, I’ll see you next week then.” Your voice was far weaker than his was. He slowed down but didn’t stop, muttering “alright” before he kept walking down the hallway, leaving you standing in the middle of it for what felt like the hundredth time watching him leave.
———
A text from Tony came through two days later. It was a graph with the ratings for Wednesday night’s show and apparently the interactions with you and Hook brought a lot of attention on.
You were typing a reply when another message came through. It was next weeks plans for the two of you. Reading over it, you couldn’t help but to be confused. Apparently you were supposed to interfere in one of Anna’s matches that Jack was going to be standing ringside for. This time, you were going to be the one using the belt against her after hook takes it from jack.
Sounded like heel work in your opinion.
You didn’t reply due to the fact that you weren’t sure what to say, but hook did. His message came through a few minutes after the text was sent and was nothing but a simple okay emoji.
That night, you received a text from hook. It was short and simple like all the other ones had been.
“you own any black clothes?”
You felt like you could feel the sarcasm through the screen. What kind of question was that?
“Why?” You replied, not having much time to close your phone before another one came through.
“so we can match”
You understood the reasoning but weren’t super thrilled about black of all colors.
“Do you own anything other than black clothes?” You retorted. This time there was a pause between messages.
“what color do you want to wear, y/n” if you were standing in front of him having this conversation you just knew he’d have that bored look on his face. You thought for a minute about a reasonable color. Then decided on one he probably would glare at you for.
“Got anything yellow?” You grinned to yourself knowing that he was probably going to roll his eyes at that one.
“no.”
“Fine… Blue?”
“no.”
“Red?”
“no. wear black wednesday”
You stared down at that message for a moment debating on what to say back. You looked across the room at your suitcase overflowing with clothes but you already knew the only article of clothing you brought with you that was all black was a dress you wore to go out in. Nothing reasonable for the show.
“I don’t have anything black suitable for tv.”
“how would something not be suitable? just wear it”
You sighed deeply as you walked over to your suitcase and pulled out the dress that you only wore once simply because it rode up way too high all night long. You threw it on the bed and snapped a picture, sending it to him.
“This is it and I’m not wearing it.”
There was a couple moments that passed before you received a message back.
“i don’t see the issue”
“It’s revealing.”
“so is your ring gear but you still wear it?” You stared at that message wondering why you were standing in the middle of the room arguing with that man right now. And still, you continue to do so.
“That’s ring gear. That’s different.”
This time, a good five minutes pass by before he replies. You had just tossed your phone on the bed when you figured he was done texting only to grab it almost as quickly as you tossed it when your phone buzzed again.
“ill bring one of my hoodies then”
On the other end of the phone, Tyler was sitting at a restaurant table with his dad going over the next couple of weeks.
Taz was the one who told him that the two of you should match and it would probably do good at winning over the crowd and the viewers, but he was thinking more along the lines of his son wearing something other than the typical black attire he exhausts.
“It’s funny seeing you two up on that stage” taz chuckles as he digs his fork into his pasta. “You’re like the moon and she’s the sun, for now at least”
Tyler’s eyes lifted from his phone. He was staring at the three little dots while he awaited your response. He said he’d bring you one of his hoodies and for some reason he was apprehensive about sending that message. It felt like odd territory to him to be letting you wear his clothes, but apparently all you had was a little black dress you didn’t feel comfortable wearing.
“And I’ll tell you another thing, when you two team up in that ring, the fans are gonna lose their freakin’ minds”
Just then, a text came through and for some reason a slight smile landed on tyler’s lips, until his dad called it out.
“Who’s that?” He questioned, trying to lean foward to steal a glance at his son’s phone. He was quick to lock it and stuff it in his pocket.
“Y/N.” He muttered before he dug his own fork into his food.
“Have you talked to her about the turn yet?” Taz asked, and Tyler froze for a second.
“Nah, not yet.”
“She doesn’t know?” He questioned, looking a bit taken back. “What does she think the plans for you two are? You have to tell her, son.”
“I’m pretty sure she’ll figure it out on her own.” He grumbled, leaning back in his seat and dropping the fork against his plate.
“Tyler” taz shot him a look, “It was your idea. You need to be the one to tell her straight.”
And it was his idea. He approached Tony shortly after he left you in the hallway that first time the two of you talked, and pitched the idea that you should have a heel run by his side. Tony wasn’t apprehensive at all. To him, and to Hook, the idea of an America’s Sweetheart type of personality completely doing a 180 with the coldhearted handsome devil was golden.
It was just that he told Tony that he’d talk to you about it and never did. Plans had changed from the originality of the first idea and you had no clue about it.
“What’s gonna happen when she’s supposed to go out in front of thousands of people as a heel, and she’s thinking she’s still this babyface character?” Taz reasons, making Tyler drop his eyes to the table.
“She needs time to prepare. It’s not easy going a complete 180 son. Especially not if you wait until last minute to tell her.”
He retrieved his phone from his pocket and read your message back.
“Thank you” was all you said. His thumbs hovered over the screen before he finally managed a response. It was hard to put it into words for some reason and when he realized what it sounded like, he had to send a double text for clarification.
“can you come to my room later”
“to talk. it’s kinda important”
———
Later meant way later than you expected when Hook sent you the text letting you know what room number he was in at midnight.
Regardless of how tired you were, you were way more anxious than anything to figure out what was so important. You reached room 235 and knocked on his door. You heard some shuffling around before he opened it, hair even messier than usual and eyes low, like he was on the verge of passing out himself.
He stepped back and waved you in. You walked in and eyed him as he walked around you. He didn’t sit down anywhere and you didn’t make yourself comfy either. This was awkward. Probably the most awkward encounter you’ve had with him yet.
Truth was that he was a little nervous. He didn’t know how you were going to take the fact that this entire time, you were working on a heel turn without even knowing it. And he was the one behind it all.
He looked down at you, leaning against the wall as he contemplated the best way to go about the conversation. He never really got nervous about anything so this was fairly new and rather uncomfortable for him.
“Did you get that message from Tony about Wednesday?” He started off by asking, and you slowly nodded. You eyed him, trying to read an unreadable man.
“What did you think about it?” He was doing a good job at reading you though. Wasn’t hard since you had a tendency to wear your emotions on your face. He could tell you were skeptical of him in that moment by the way you stared at him solely. He’s seen that look from you a couple dozen times already and the only other one he can recognize that easily is the look you give when he makes a smart comment to you.
“You mean about me using the title to hit Anna? It sounded like heel work to me.” You told him, watching as he nodded.
“Cause it is.”
You blinked twice. “I’m not a heel.”
“I talked to Tony about this storyline a while back. We agreed it’s a better idea if you have a heel run with me.”
You stared up at him, a bit lost. The original idea was for the babyfaces to win in the end, since jack and Anna were already heels. Now it turns out that you had a whole new character transition coming you didn’t even know about in the first place and frankly, you were unsure how to feel.
“Wait so this whole time I’ve been working on turning heel? And you knew that and didn’t tell me?” You peered your eyes at him, glaring. “Why not?”
“Never had the chance, I guess.” He shrugged.
“Never had the chance?” You felt your eyes form into small slits. “You had plenty. How come you got to decide what I do with my gimmick and I didn’t even get the chance to give my opinion?”
Just then, a voice popped into his head, belonging to his dad. Women don’t like when you lie to them, son.
He didn’t intend to lie. It just happened that way. He kind of assumed you’d catch on with the whole heel turn thing and not ask questions but now that he knows you a little better, he knows better than that.
“Your goody two shoes persona wasn’t working well for you anyway, Y/N. We knew it wouldn’t sell for a storyline like this so we came up with something better. If Tony pitched the idea you wouldn’t be getting all fired up at him”
“It’s not the fact that I’ll be turning heel, it’s the fact that nobody told me. Especially you.” You pointed out. You weren’t even mad about the new plans. You would’ve agreed to it anyway if that was the first idea Tony pitched, but you were walking around with no idea what was coming for you and that alone made you more nervous than you needed to be.
“Maybe you didn’t realize, but this is my very first storyline. The last thing I want to do is blow my chance at another one and I’ve been going around absolutely oblivious to the fact that I’m expected to do a whole heel turn in who knows how soon, and you just let me look stupid when you were the one who unrightfully came up with the idea in the first place!”
You rarely yelled at people and he rarely ever got yelled at. It was heightening the tensions between both of you and he expected as much, but didn’t foresee you chewing him out this bad.
“You’re not going around looking stupid! Tony gives you the rundown every week. You know what’s coming and if you didn’t by now you would’ve figured it out.”
You were somewhat baffled by his defensiveness. There was no true justification to what he omitted and he probably knew that full well and just didn’t want to admit he was wrong.
“Yeah, like last minute!” You shout, not meaning to be as loud as you were but you couldn’t help it. “This means something to me, Tyler!”
The use of his name took him back a little and you didn’t mean for that to slip in the first place but for some reason Hook wasn’t the first name to come out in that moment.
Just then, there was a knock on his door that caught both of your attentions.
“Go away” he shouted, but that’s when his dad’s voice reached both of you.
“Open the door, son.”
He rolled his eyes as he walked over. Opening the door and taking a step back so taz could walk in. It was strange to see him wearing pajamas but you ignored that.
“I can hear you two across the hall. What is going on in here?”
Tyler looked at you for a second before he looked back at his dad. “She’s not happy about the heel run.”
“No-“ you stepped forward, correcting him. “I’m not happy about being lied to.”
Taz gave his son a look. A stern I told you so kind of glance.
“Alright” taz held his hands up, “I get that, Y/N. I told this man that he needed to let you know what was going on and not at the very last minute. He doesn’t listen to nobody but himself and half the time that steers him wrong.”
“Clearly.” You huffed out, crossing your arms.
He turned to Tyler and shrugged. “This one’s on you bud. Make it right but keep it down. We don’t need to draw attention.”
You nodded and taz made his way back out, leaving you and Tyler alone once again. He dropped his head and ran his hands through his hair, thinking.
“I’m not happy about this.” You state.
“Couldn’t tell.” He muttered under his breath. The fact that he had the audacity to be sarcastic was mind blowing to you. It made you actually want to scream at him but the last thing you wanted was Taz to come back and give you both some sort of lecture or something.
Tyler picked his head up, tired eyes landing on you. “I’m sorry for not telling you sooner.” He said, shrugging his shoulders. It was a half ass apology but the only one he’d ever given. He never really cared to give anyone that type of respect, or what he thinks is respect in his mind.
“There was no reason why you kept it from me.” You remind him, watching him nod.
“I know.” He sighed.
“And I have a right to be mad right now because my whole entire image is about to change dramatically and I haven’t even been prepared for it.”
“Yeah, but you’re not doing it all on your own. You’re doing it with me. I’m turning too.”
“Yeah, but you had time to prepare for that.” You pointedly state. “How much time do I have? Literally I’m about to start at the next show and I didn’t even realize it.”
“It’s not something you really have to prepare for, Y/N. You just go out there and put on a show. It’s not much different than what we do right now.” He walked around you and made his way to the bed, sitting down on the edge.
“It’s different for me. I’m not mean in general. I need to practice.”
You watched a weird look cross over his face, bringing his lips up in a faint smirk. “You’re not mean?” He quirked a brow. “Not even a little bit?”
“No?” You shrugged.
You heard a low chuckle before he looked down at his phone in hand. You sighed when you realized that this conversation was probably going nowhere fast and the best thing you could do was accept the reality of the situation and work with what you’re dealing with.
“Since you seem to think it’s easy becoming a whole different person, tell me where to start.” You plopped down on the chair awkwardly positioned halfway across the room. His eyes lifted from his phone before he tossed it to the side.
“It’s just acting, Y/N. It’s not like you’re becoming a different person all together. It’s literally one day out of the week that you put on a tough face and sell a gimmick. There’s nothing complicated about it. You’re complicating it yourself.”
You glared at him and the annoyance that was so evident in his tone. He sighed and leaned back on his hands, his eyes lowering by the second.
“I guess just start acting like you hate the world. Go out there and give everyone the biggest eat shit look. Be a little more aggressive in the ring and more no fucks given outside of it.” He advised, watching you nod before you stood up from the chair.
“So basically, be more like you.” You pointed out. Before he could respond to that, you held up your hand to silence him. “Got it.” You said before you left his room.
———
“Doesn’t make sense why he didn’t tell you.” Skye says as you and her head down the hall towards catering. “It’s literally your gimmick changing.”
“I know.” You roll your eyes. You were sick and tired of thinking on it. At this point you’d decided to stop wishing you would’ve known beforehand, since clearly there was no changing that, and take the bull by the horns.
Even though Tyler told you that nothing really changes, everything was about to. Your persona, your ring gear, especially your attitude. You had a lot of winning over to do and you were determined to use this transformation to the best of your ability. No matter how bitter you might feel about the fact that he kept the whole thing from you for weeks.
“Doesn’t matter. I’m gonna be a good heel. I’ve been thinking about all of it. I have tons of ideas and I’m starting to actually get excited about it.” You told her, rounding the corner.
“Speak of the devil.” Skye muttered. “Want me to wait up for you or are you good?”
“I’m good.” You nod as you watch him slowly approach with a black hoodie on and one draped across his shoulder.
He got a look from Skye as she passed by but he didn’t pay attention. He pulled that hoodie off of his shoulder and handed it to you wordlessly. You eyed him as you took it from his hand and threw it over your own shoulder. You hadn’t spoke since that night in his room and he’d been meaning to ask you if you were still mad but never ended up doing so.
The look you were giving him was telling him the answer is definitely yes, you’re still mad.
“I’m going out tomorrow to get some different clothes for my heel era so Ill give this back to you after we’re done tonight.”
“Alright.” He nodded, watching as you pull the hoodie off and hold it up to see it better. Clearly it was going to swallow you whole.
“This might as well be a baggy dress on me.” You pointed out as you held it against your body, showing that it falls nearly to your knees. He noticed the same thing.
“You can cut it if you need to.” He shrugged. “To make it fit decently.”
Your brows knitted together as you looked back up at him. “If I’m giving it back why would I cut it?”
He shrugged again, looking down at the large hoodie covering you whole.
“You can keep it. I don’t really care. Might need to match again sometime later.”
For some reason he was being nice and it was strange to you. You’d chalked it up to the fact that he feels guilty for lying to you. As he should. You tossed the hoodie back over your shoulder.
“I’ll deal with it. You can have it back later.” You say before you brush past him and head down to catering to meet up with Skye.
“What happened?” She asked when you took a seat. Her eyes adverted to your shoulder. “Is that his hoodie he was just wearing?!” You could see the thoughts rolling around in her mind and quickly shut them down. You slung the hoodie down on the table.
“No, not the one he was just wearing, Skye. Just one of them.”
“You’re wearing his clothes? What did I miss in the last five minutes?”
“Nothing.” You shake your head. “He texted me a few days ago telling me I needed to wear black so we could match and I told him I didn’t have anything. So he brought me his hoodie. I’m giving it back right after our interference and getting some new clothes tomorrow.”
She held a weird grin on her face before she looked down at her phone. “Mmkay.” She chuckled.
“What?” You peered your eyes at her.
“Nothing it’s just- it’s funny.” She shrugged.
“What is?”
“The fact that you pretend to be so annoyed by him but you’re willingly going to wear his hoodie.” She pointed at the clothing on the table. “It’s funny.”
“I don’t pretend to be so annoyed by him. He actually does annoy me. I tried to be his friend but he’s so hot and cold all the time. He will be a decent person one minute and an asshole the next, it’s exhausting.” You rambled, making sure she got the point but judging by the smirk on her face, she didn’t buy it.
“Right.” She nodded. “Well it’s almost nine. You should be meeting up with lover boy for your interference in a few minutes.” She teased, earning another roll of your eyes as you stood up from the table with a huff. “Don’t forget his hoodie.” She said before you snatched it up and headed out of catering.
He wasn’t there when you got to the gorilla but you knew he’d show soon. The directors were standing by, seemingly waiting for Hook so they could send you both out at the right time.
You took that time to toss the hoodie on, and it did nothing at all for your figure. It was far baggier than you expected, so much that the sleeves swallowed your hands.
You heard footsteps behind you tracking fast and turned to face the man in question. He took one look at you and his lips turned up in a smirk he was clearly trying to hide.
“This thing is huge on me.” You deadpan.
“I told you to cut it.” He reminds you. Then he reaches down to the ends of the sleeves and rolls them up so your hands are exposed. “Can’t fight if you don’t have fists.”
You stared at him while he rolled the other sleeve up. When your hands were exposed you pulled your hair out of the hood and did your best to make yourself decent before the music hit. As much as you could given the circumstances, at least.
Tyler held his gaze on you for a moment longer before he tore it away the moment your eyes connected, looking down at the floor and fluffing his hair. For once, you matched. You’d noticed his gold cross pendant he was wearing and remembered the one you had on yourself.
“Funny.” You said dryly. “I have one too.”
You pulled the necklace out from under the hoodie and laid it against your chest. He looked down and nodded. “I noticed.” He said, just as your music hit.
You turned around and got ready for your first appearance leading up to a heel turn. You didn’t want to psych yourself out about it, but you felt a little nervous.
“Never thought I’d be coming out to this type of song.” He commented from behind you.
“It’ll be changing soon, evidently.” You muttered before heading down the tunnel.
Anna was staring at the stage when you and Hook came through the tunnel. He threw on his best scowl and it made it a little easier for you to mimick him. Jack came racing up the ramp, hook moving you to the side before he lunged towards Perry.
He snatched the belt clean from jacks hands and tossed it over to you. The crowd went completely and utterly insane as the boys backed down the ramp, throwing punches everywhere they could visibly see of each other’s bodies.
You raced towards the ring as anna was sliding out of it, calling jacks name over and over in an attempt to get him away from hook, and as soon as she had noticed you getting close, she turned around and you slammed the title into the side of her head like she’d done to you weeks prior.
She fell to the floor and Jack immediately rushed to her aid, screaming and cursing you and Hook as you held up the title and shouted back, “This is gonna be his. You just wait! It was always his!”
A proud smirk from hook was caught on camera but you didn’t get to see it. He knew that there were no lines to this. You just came up with something and the fast thinking was what really got him.
Jack then got up to his feet and raced towards you both, but hook stepped in front of you and held his arm out, blocking Perry from getting any closer.
On commentary, everyone was eating the whole situation up.
“Looks like the coldhearted handsome devil has made quite an impact on Y/N!” Excalibur shouted through his headpiece. “This is wild!”
“That it is my friend. I said it from the start. Those two are an absolute force to be reckoned with. God help jack and Anna. Wouldn’t wanna be those clowns right now.” Taz chuckled.
You and hook walked back up to the stage and just before you were about to head through the face tunnel, he grabbed your wrist and nodded his head to the left.
You looked up at him, realizing it was happening this soon. You heard the commotion from thousands around the second you let him lead you through to the heel side, in your mind, you made it official. You were no longer the babyface you’d been for over a year. The transition was starting faster than you’d expected but, it felt a tad bit easier to have someone doing it with you.
“That’s not a shock to me. I could see that coming with those two. Bonnie and Clyde of AEW.” tony announced from commentary.
“Y/N and Hook have made their impression here tonight, and they’re just getting started boys.”
You couldn’t deny that you had an adrenaline rush running ramped. He turned around to let you catch up to him before you entered the hallway.
“How’d it feel?” He asked.
At that moment you almost felt thankful to him for pitching the heel turn idea to Tony in the first place but then you remembered how he kept it from you for weeks. Either way you were able to not let that bother you for the time being.
“Kind of exhilarating. Did you hear that crowd?” You say as you round the corner. There’s looks being sent your way from multiple talent. In your mind it’s judgement but in all actuality they’re wondering how long you and Hook have been hooking up on the low.
“Yeah, they loved it.” He says. He walked a little slower than usual. Usually he was ready to get to the shower but he didn’t mind talking to you a little before that today. He wouldn’t tell you that though.
“I didn’t expect it.” You say. Just then someone calls your name. You turn around and find that it’s Ricky. He reaches his hand out to dap hook up but his eyes stay on you.
“That was fucking crazy what you did out there.” He tells you, making a grin spread across your lips. “I never expected you to turn heel, especially not with my man Hook.” He throws his arm around hooks shoulders, and he stiffens them immediately.
“Next time you’re on I need a heads up so I can watch in the viewing room. Both of you.” He looks at Hook who suddenly has a stiff jaw. He picked up on a vibe Ricky was emitting and he didn’t like it. He didn’t know why but he wanted to get you away from him.
“Thanks Ricky.” You smiled before he nodded his head and gave Hook a pat on his back. “Good choice man.”
You didn’t miss the way hooks eyes followed him all the way down the hall. He suddenly looked like he reverted right back to the version of him you had an unfortunate encounter with weeks ago.
“You okay?” You asked, but he didn’t look at you until Ricky was out of his sights. Then he turned back started walking. You followed close behind, reaching for his arm when you realize you were being ignored.
“Hey” you stopped him. He turned to face you but kept his head down, staring at the floor. “Why do you suddenly look so mad? What just happened?”
“I’m not.” He picked his head up. You could see it on his face. It was clear as day whether he wanted it to be or not.
“You are though.” You attested. “Did he do something to you? I thought you were friends.”
“Can you drop it?” He quickly cut in with a sharp tone. You took a step back, almost feeling like his words forcefully pushed you away. He noticed the distance you put in and his eyes seemed to have softened, but only for a mere second.
He turned back towards the hall and muttered, “see you next week, Y/N.” Before, once again, he left you there watching him go.
———-
“Clearly jealous.” Willow nods dramatically.
“Obviously.” Skye agrees.
“That’s hard for me to believe.” You tell them as you adjust your ring gear. You had a segment to shoot tonight in the ring. It was going to be the first time you actually talked in front of the crowd and you were beyond anxious about it. Tyler was going to be in the ring with you but he wasn’t going to say anything and the fact that you hadn’t spoken to him since that last conversation made you even more nervous.
“Because he wants you.” Willow smirked. “And if you haven’t already heard, everyone is talking about it.”
“Who’s everyone?” You asked as you strapped the laces on your new shoes. It was going to be a little difficult to break in another pair but you assumed that was the price you pay when you turn heel and can’t wear bright, glorious colors anymore.
That was the whole reason you donned an all black attire tonight. Black nails to match. It was never something you expected to wear but if you were going to be a heel you were going to rock it.
“Everyone as in everyone in this building right now.” Willow says. “People keep wondering how long you’ve been secretly hooking up under everyone’s nose.”
“But we’re not.”
“Not yet.” Skye points. “I give it two more weeks and you’re going to send us a picture from his room.”
“I give it one and a half.”
You rolled your eyes and stood up from the bench. “It’s not gonna happen. It’s nothing like that.”
“Then why did he suddenly get all weird when Ricky came up to you?” Willow raised her brows. “Skye, please tell me, why would a man do that?”
“Because he’s jealous. Because he wants you.” She answered, and you shook your head back.
“Whatever. I have to go. I have a segment in the ring in about ten minutes.”
“Good luck. We’ll be watching from the viewing room.” Willow calls out as you head through the door.
To your surprise, Tyler was already waiting for you when you reached the gorilla. To his surprise, you looked like a certified heel. The new attire and dark makeup, it looked way too natural on you.
He had on that signature black hoodie which reminded you of the one you had laying across your bed that you forgot to give back to him.
“Shit, I forgot I still have your hoodie.” You blurted, watching his dark eyes linger down to your attire before they made their way back to your face.
“Told you to keep it.” He said. It was clear he was in another one of his moods again tonight. It was really starting to bother you how he switches so fast, but right now the last thing you needed was to get in an argument and forget your lines. This time you knew you had them memorized thanks to staying up until three am studying them.
“I’ll give it back next time I see you.” You mumbled before music started playing and a song he recognized, but not as your own reached his ears.
“You changed the music?” He asked as he stepped to the side to let you lead.
“I’m a heel now, remember?”
You slid past him and made your way out. It was strange knowing you could no longer interact with the fans. Usually you’d blow a kiss or tag their hands but now you practically ignored them. At least they were engaged and supportive of this new you, so it seemed. Or maybe they were just going crazy over the two of you. Either way, you weren’t the ones getting boo’d.
You plastered a scowling look on your face and tried to keep it there as you made your way to the ring. Hook followed closely behind you, trying not to bob his head to your music.
You slid under the ropes and he took the steps, but you both met back in the middle. You took a minute to take in the reactions from the crowd. It was something you had to try hard not to smile about. Which was going to take some work.
Tony Schiavone handed you a mic and you snatched it from his hand, all for the dramatics, of course.
“Ladies and gentlemen, if you haven’t already noticed, you’re looking at two of the absolute best AEW has ever had to offer you.” You pointed at Hook who nodded his head, stepping side to side on his feet.
You weren’t being boo’d, which came as a thrill to you. If they were eating it up you just wanted to give them more.
“When Anna Jay and Jack Perry made the unfortunate decision to target us, we made the decision to fight back, and what you saw last week when I knocked that bitch out with Hook’s FTW title-“ you paused to make sure the fans were taking it all in, “It was just the beginning.”
You looked over at Hook who continued to nod, chewing on a piece of gum as his eyes scanned the crowd.
“And when Anna recovers from that blow to the head she took from me, I’ll be waiting. And as for Jack, well” you chuckled darkly as you nodded towards your partner, “Let’s just say Hook was some fun things planned for him.”
He looked over at you, and you could see a faint smile on his face before he ran his hand over his lips.
“You see, I realized something a little while ago. You know, after Anna smashed the FTW title into my head?” You reminded the crowd of weeks ago.
“It’s that being nice gets you used and abused. All the times I’ve let that bitch get away with attacking me, I regret it. I really do, but it’s alright, because it will never happen again.”
The crowd popped when you took a pause, but you had to keep that cold expression on your face.
“So Anna Jay, Jungleboy, if you’re watching from the hospital, I just want to say, get well soon. Please.” The camera panned on you and you shot a mischievous grin before you dropped the mic and heard the crowd scream their lungs out.
Your music hit and Hook walked over to the ropes, holding one up for you to slip through.
You headed towards the stage, trying not to let a smile break out. You felt his arm brush yours as he walked alongside you.
When you disappeared through the tunnel you huffed out a deep breath. “Fuck that was exciting.” You chuckled as you placed your hand over your racing heart.
“Fun isn’t it?” He asked as he squeezed into the space next to you.
“Yeah, really fun.” You said before rounding the corner to find Skye standing there. Her match was next but you’d forgotten that in the mix of everything. Her eyes lingered to the man next to you before they fell to you with a smirk plastering her face.
“That was hot.” She remarked as she walked up to you. Tyler stopped when you did, to your surprise and Skye’s.
“You think it was good?” You asked.
“It was perfect. You are doing the damn thing, isn’t she hook?”
You could see what she was doing and tried to send her a look but her eyes were on him instead.
“Yeah, she did real good.” He nodded. That’s when she looked at you again and caught the look you sent.
“You two are a good duo. Can’t wait to see what comes next.” She ran her hand over your arm before she brushed past you.
Tyler looked back down at you and you hoped he didn’t pick up on Skye’s insinuations. He did, but he didn’t mention it.
He started walking when you did, and again, you saw all the people around with their eyes on the two of you. You wondered if Skye and Willow were right. Did everyone think you and Tyler were hooking up? And if so, why? You didn’t think you gave that impression at all. It was just acting, like Tyler told you.
Truth is that Tyler had been approached quite a few times, being asked about you more often than not. He never gave anyone a straight answer, which obviously left them to make their own assumptions.
“Everyone keeps staring.” You whispered.
“They’ll do that.” He muttered back.
You were heading towards the locker room when Jeff Hardy came around a corner, a smile brought to his and Hook’s face when they saw each other.
“What’s up man.” Jeff greeted, “And ma’am.”
“What’s up” hook nodded.
Jeff’s eyes adverted between the two of you, then landed back on Hook. “When are we gonna see this duo beat some ass?” He asked, “I’m ready for it.”
“Whenever Tony calls the shot.” Hook shrugged. “I’m ready too. I think we both are.” He glanced at you. Jeff brought a full fledged smile to Hook’s face pretty easily. One you hadn’t seen from him in all the weeks you’d been around him.
“It’s highly anticipated. From a lot of people, actually.” Jeff chuckles and hook drops his head, seeming to try to hide that smile that you evidently caught.
“We can tell.” He says.
Jeff’s eyes switch back to you again before he looks back at Hook. Both men were grinning from ear to ear as if they had some sort of secret telepathy going on.
“Alright well I’ll see you around brother, and you maam.” He nodded his head and you nodded back.
“Alright bro.” Hook said before Jeff walked around the two of you.
“Best friend?” You teased, watching as he brought his hand to his mouth, physically wiping away that smile.
“Something like that, yeah.” He said as the two of you made your way towards your respected rooms.
“Kind of cool how everyone likes our heel turn. I thought we’d get hate for it.”
“We still might, but it’ll be alright.” He shrugged. You reached the end of the hall that branches off into two opposing directions and it hit you that this was the first time he hadn’t left you standing in the middle of it.
He stopped and turned to face you, adjusting the collar of his hoodie.
“You did good out there.” He tells you, surprisingly. “You should think so too.”
You were somewhat dumbfounded at the fact that he actually complimented you without underlying sarcasm. You smiled even though you didn’t mean to, assuming your lips had a mind of their own.
“Thanks.” You say as you suddenly feel the air getting thick, but not as suffocating as usual.
Hook nodded before his eyes adverted to the empty hall behind you. He didn’t have anywhere to really be, but he told you he did.
“I’m gonna go shower.” He lied for no reason. You just nodded. You felt your hands clamming up, sweat spreading across your palms and didn’t like it.
“Alright well, see you next week?” You didn’t know why you asked. Of course you’d see him next week. It’s been like that for a while now.
“Yeah.” He nodded before he brushed past you, heading one way while you headed the other.
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A text from Tony at eleven in the morning got your attention that following Saturday.
“This is it. Big match Wednesday.” Was all it said.
It felt like you’d anticipated this whole thing for so long and now that it was coming you weren’t sure how to feel. You stared down at the message until another one came through, but not on the group chat.
“you ready?” He asked, clearly referring to Tony’s previous message.
“No lol” you replied back, but you were being honest.
“you’re ready” he quickly responded, and all you did was stare at those words for a minute to long.
Why it was making you nervous, you weren’t sure. Probably because it was your biggest match to date and held a lot of value to your current heel run but, what happens next? What happens when you and Hook beat Jack and Anna? Is there even going to be a you and Hook anymore?
Lots of questions were left unanswered because you were too hesitant to ask them. You just decided to play it by ear, but the thought of a heel run all on your own wasn’t very appealing to you. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, having Hook alongside you, sort of paving the way for all your antics made things less worrisome and a lot more fun for you.
You truly couldn’t picture doing it without him and that alone was something you never expected.
Another text came through and you were surprised to find that it was Skye. She sent you the picture from AEW’s instagram account when they announced the tagteam match on Wednesday.
“This is your biggest match yet girl. I’m so proud of you. You’re gonna kill it!”
You smiled down at your phone and typed a couple hearts back. The support you had made things a little easier but your nerves were still trying to get the best of you, and you assumed it was going to be that way until the match was over.
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It was anticipated and highly talked about all over the internet. You were constantly being tagged on twitter, instagram and TikTok. It seemed like the whole world was awaiting this match and the time had finally come.
You were heading towards the gorilla with a racing heart. You kept trying to tell yourself that this was just like any other match, any other opponent but it wasn’t. It was your first match as a heel, first match as a tagteam and longest tv time to date. You had a couple moves you were expected to pull that you never had before and there was very little familiarity around the entire situation.
“Hey” you heard a deep voice from behind you. You turned around to find Ricky standing there.
“Hey” you smiled, adjusting your black wristbands.
“Good luck on your match tonight. Just wanted to say that.” He grinned, and it was then that you picked up on a vibe that you weren’t all that into. You took a small step back but kept your politeness.
“Thanks, I appreciate it.” You say. Before you can turn back, he asks another question. One that catches you off guard.
“Hey, are you and hook like, a thing?”
Your brows knitted together but you wiped that look away quickly. You were about to respond when you felt eyes on you, and just like all the times before, you knew Hook was around.
Ricky’s eyes adverted above your head and that’s when you felt warmth radiating against your back.
“Y/N, you ready?” His deep voice reached you, making your heart flutter for some reason.
He held his eyes on Ricky as you turned around to face him. You could see that familiar expression like before. Jaw set and teeth clenched. It was then that you realized Skye and Willow were right. Hook was jealous. He didn’t get that way at all when Jeff approached the two of you. It was just Ricky.
You spared the man a glance over your shoulder and caught the disappointment on his face, but you couldn’t take enough time to think about it when you had a match in a few minutes.
“What was he talking to you about?” Hook muttered next to you.
You felt a little nervous to say it, but when his eyes landed on you, it urged you to tell him.
“He wished me luck on the match and… he asked if we were a thing.”
His jaw throbbed and you caught it, but by the time that happened you were already reaching the gorilla.
What you didn’t know was that Ricky had been coming up to him asking the same thing, and at one point he expressed that he wanted to ask you to go out with him. He thought he made it clear when he glared the man down but evidently he didn’t make it clear enough. Either that or Ricky just didn’t care, which was what Hook was now figuring on.
He knew he couldn’t get distracted. A lot was riding on this match for you and he didn’t want to ruin that. He pushed the thoughts out of his head and turned to face you instead.
“Ready?” He asked, but he could tell that you were anxious. You still had those wide, round eyes that reminded him of a puppy and as much as you might be good at playing a heel, you just weren’t that person on the inside.
“Ready as I can be.” You nodded, attempting to collect yourself.
Jack’s music was almost finished and you knew that meant it was time for you and Hook to come out. You took in a deep breath and he noticed that it was shaky.
“Something that helps me when I feel under pressure is thinking about the look on the faces of all the people who ever doubted me when they have to watch me prove them wrong.” He blurted, shrugging a shoulder.
You thought on that. Remembering back when you first came to AEW and had no foothold in the industry. All the mean, offensive things you’d heard about yourself start replaying over and over again in your mind and to your surprise, you felt a little bit of adrenaline surge.
“That’s helpful, actually” you tell him, noticing the right side of his mouth tipping upwards.
Just then, the intro of Chairman’s Intent boomed through the speakers and Hook nodded. “Remember that if you get nervous.”
You nodded back before he stepped to the side, as he usually did, to let you lead the way.
You headed out with him trailing right behind you and held your eyes on both Anna and Jack standing in the ring, amping each other up.
The glares being shared between the four of you was making for great tensions arising in the arena and the crowd was intensely engaged in all of it, which made you happy, of course, but you couldn’t show that.
You headed in one direction and he headed in the other, you both circling the ring with eyes on your opponents.
When you passed each other, he held his hand out. You tagged it as you walked past and that simple interaction had the crowd bursting with cheers.
You met up at the steel steps and he stepped back, waving you to go first. You stepped up onto the canvas and slipped between the ropes, Hook following. He didn’t lean against the turnbuckles like he usually did but you assumed that was because this wasn’t one of his typical matches. He stayed at your side and shot daggers to jack and Anna.
You and Anna were going first. You walked up to her, showing no signs of intimidation as you stood toe to toe. She smirked down at you before forcefully pushing you a foot back, making you stumble before you caught your footing.
You wiped that grin off of her face when you delivered a harsh slap to her cheek and from that point on, the two of you were rolling around the ring, throwing fists and kneeing ribs until Paul said it was enough.
You put some separation between you two and that’s when she tagged Jack, so you went to your corner where hook was waiting with an extended hand, eyeing you as you approached.
“You good?”
“I’m good” you slapped his hand and he hopped over the top rope, lunging towards back with a force that knocked him off his feet.
The crowd went wild at his explosiveness and the energy in the arena was absolutely riveting. It could’ve given you a high at that point.
You watched as Hook clotheslined jack right over the ropes, and when he hit the floor, Anna hopped off of the canvas. Hook jumped down and grabbed jack by his hair, but that’s when Anna came behind him and jabbed her elbow into the side of his neck, bringing him down to his knees.
You hopped down and raced over, grabbing her from behind and spinning her until she slammed into the barricades. Hook watched for a moment before he returned his attention to jack.
The two of them were back in the ring while you and Anna threw punches on the outside.
She was way more aggressive than you were, making you feel the urge to hit a little harder. You heard Hook shouting and you both looked up, finding that Jack had used Hook’s redrum against him, but Hook was trying to fight it, and failing.
You kicked Anna back and created enough space to slide under the ropes and break the hold. Hook fell to his knees and jack rose to his feet, walking you back towards the turnbuckles before you felt annas hands around your ankles and your face crashed into the canvas.
You lifted your head to see blood stains dripping from your mouth. Your tongue slid over your teeth to see if one was broken but all you tasted was metallic.
You glanced up to see Hook’s eyes on you. He was in the middle of getting jack ready for a German Suplex when he got distracted by the blood pouring from your busted lip.
He snapped back into it and slung jack over, then got back to his feet like he didn’t take a harsh landing himself and walked over to you.
Kneeling down, he scanned every inch of your face. This wasn’t planned and you both knew that. There was concern in his eyes that quickly turned into undoubted rage when jack grabbed Hook’s shoulders from behind and slammed him down to the canvas.
It was only then that he realized you were bleeding but by that time, it was too late for him.
Hook rose up quickly and threw his fists into jacks jaw. He stumbled back, falling against the turnbuckles and hook just didn’t stop.
Paul had to separate the two, and you when he did, Jack shouted out, “I didn’t know she was bleeding man!”
You got back up and saw the look on Anna’s face when she noticed all the blood leaving a trail from your lip to your chin. She didn’t mean it, and you weren’t mad. Accidents happened all the time, it’s a part of the business.
Hook’s eyes followed you as you walked around the ring back over to your corner, and tensions seemed to have died down when he saw that you were okay.
You held your hand out for him, knowing you and Anna were the ones finishing the match and he hesitated a little bit before he tagged you in.
“You alright?” He asked, and you nodded before you hopped over the top rope.
Anna lunged foward and you stepped to the side, letting her slam into the turnbuckle. Hook smirked at this, it was a classic move.
You grabbed her by the back of her head and slammed her down on her back, watching as she clutched her neck and rolled around, before you pulled her back up.
You knew what was next and had to remember what Hook said that night that you learned you’d be using his finisher to end this match.
Anna was a good bit taller but since you brought a six foot man to his knees, you knew size wasn’t an obstacle.
She turned her back in an attempt to create some distance and you quickly sprung forward and hopped on her. Jack immediately slid under the ropes but that’s when hook raced in and wrapped his arm under his jaw, immediately making him wobbly at the knees.
“Lock it in!” Hook shouted at you as he hopped up and wrapped his legs around jacks waist, effectively bringing him down to the canvas.
You dug your knees into Anna’s sides and reared back, holding on tight when your back hit the canvas and within only seconds, they both tapped out and Hook’s music bursted through the arena, though it wasn’t too easy to hear over the eruption of the crowd.
You kicked Anna’s limp body off of you and looked up to see Hook’s extended hand. You took it, helping you to your feet before he held both your hands in the air.
His eyes would’ve been scanning the arena but they were focused on the blood smearing your skin instead. He nodded towards the tunnels and you lead the way, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, and feeling the sting of an open wound.
“That was a hell of a match right there boys” taz exclaimed from commentary.
“That it was, taz, those two know how to bring the energy to an arena” tony chipped in.
“I’ll tell you what, I wasn’t too thrilled about the new attitude from Y/N at first, but she’s toughened up a lot since her and Hook teamed up.” Excalibur adds.
“He’s coldhearted and she’s following in his footsteps I guess” tony chuckled
“No, I’ll tell you this much. I’ve had many, many conversations with the coldhearted handsome devil and with Y/N myself and those two simply have like minds, like-personalities and like-spirits. We should’ve seen this one coming boys, it was bound to happen.”
As soon as the arena was behind you, you felt his hand on your shoulder, turning you to face him. His eyes were trained on the laceration but you quickly covered it with your hand.
“It’s fine” you tell him. You wanted to continue feeling the rush that the big win gave you, wondering why he didn’t seem excited at all.
“I don’t care about the cut, I’m too pumped up right now” you tell him as you head through the tunnel with a little pep in your step.
“It’s deep.” He says as he catches up. “I think you should go make sure you don’t need stitches”
“It’s just a cut, it’s fine Tyler.”
Accidentally once again, you said his real name. Once again, he felt a little taken back by it, but tried not to show it.
“It’s bleeding a lot.” He keeps on, like it hasn’t stopped at all.
You wiped the blood with the back of your hand and he grabbed your wrist to show you the crimson covering your skin. “That is a lot.”
“I’ve had worse, seriously. I’ll just go wash my face and hold a gauze to it for a couple minutes and it’ll stop.”
Before he could object again, Skye and Willow were both racing up to you. Their arms engulfed you and you felt the giddiness arising within you again. You glanced over at Tyler who was watching the whole group hug with an evident, proud looking smile.
“You are the baddest fucking bitch” Skye says when they unwrap their arms. “That shit was so good I would watch it a hundred times!”
You couldn’t contain the smile breaking out, and that’s when Willow asks, “Does your mouth hurt? That was a nasty fall.”
“Yeah but she got up and kept fighting cause she’s a bad fucking bitch” Skye grins.
“It’s fine, I don’t even feel it I’m too happy right now” you say as you glance back over to see that Tyler was no longer there. Your eyes adverted all around but he had disappeared elsewhere.
“C’mon, we’re gonna get you cleaned up.” Willow grabs your hand and pulls you along. “Oh, and we’re going out tonight to celebrate you.”
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You stumbled through the hotel doors at one in the morning, wobbly on your feet with willow and Skye by your side. You’d went out to a bar on the north side of town and downed way too many drinks that you could actually remember but you were still on a high from your match that you didn’t even realize how drunk you actually were.
You were all three laughing amongst yourselves about nothing in particular when you caught sight of Taz coming out of the hotel gym.
He had an amused smirk on his face when he approached the three of you.
“Ladies, looks like you had a good time tonight.” He said as he eyed all three of you before focusing on you specifically.
“You took a nasty fall, Y/N, my son was just telling me about how you were too stubborn to get it checked out.” He chucked. That’s when your eyes lingered over to the gym doors.
“Yeah but it’s fine” you slurred. “I was so pumped I didn’t even feel a thing.”
“Be careful about that adrenaline rush, it can sneak up on you sometimes” he said.
“Okay. Is he in there?” You pointed to the gym, stumbling a little bit.
“Tyler? Yeah, he always does his workouts at this ungodly hour.”
When you heard that, that’s all your attention was focused on. You looked over and Skye and Willow who already knew what you were thinking, but they didn’t say anything except, “Well see you tomorrow girl”
Taz eyed you before a smirk came to his face and he shook his head with a low laugh. “Alright, I’m off to my room. Tell my son he needs to stop calling me down to the gym at anytime past midnight and call his tagteam partner from now on instead.”
You nodded, a smile willingly spreading across your lips before you headed towards the gym. You opened the door to find him sitting on the weight bench staring down at his phone, and right as you saw that, your phone buzzed in your pocket.
He looked up at you, brows knitted but with amusement in his eyes.
“That’s weird, I just texted you. Do you teleport now?” He asked, then cringed to himself. That was stupid, why did he say that?
You chuckle nonetheless as you stumbled in, thinking you weren’t noticeably drunk but it was way more obvious than you thought.
“Have fun?” He asked as he watched you head over to the bench across from his and sit down.
“I did” you grinned sheepishly. “It’s been such a good day, actually.”
He nodded back, eyes lingering to the laceration on your bottom lip that was already healing.
“I just ran into your dad” you tell him, swaying side to side.
“Did you?” He smirks, and you wished your vision wasn’t so blurry.
“Yeah, said to tell you stop calling him down here so late and call your tag team partner instead” you hiccuped.
He dropped his head. “Of course he did” he said as he shook it. You watched as he ran his hand through his hair and fluffed it out.
“Hey” you catch his attention.
“Hey” he says back.
“What’s coming next?” You asked the question that’s been running through your mind for a couple of days leading up to the match. “You know, we won tonight. The rivalry doesn’t really have anywhere else to go. So what does that mean for us? Are we done being partners now that we’ve beat them? I mean I know you still have the FTW title to win back, and I can be there ringside for it… if you wanted”
His eyes dropped to your fingers fidgeting over your lap.
“I don’t really know. What do you want to happen?” He asked, knowing already that he has thought about this same exact thing and the idea of the two of you no longer being a duo didn’t sit right with him, but he hadn’t mentioned anything to Tony and Tony hasn’t said anything else either.
“I want things to stay like they are” you admitted with another hiccup. “We have fun, don’t we?”
He had to keep in mind that you were drunk and now probably wasn’t the best time to take anything you said to heart, but it was hard for him not to.
“Yeah, we do.” He nods.
“So let’s call Tony and tell him we’re going to keep doing this heel run together” you pulled out your phone and read the text that was floating on your screen from Tyler earlier.
“can you come to the gym, i want to talk to you about something”
“Wait, what did want to talk about?” You asked. He shifted around and straightened his posture as he rubbed his palms over his sweats.
Before he texted you that, he was having a talk with his dad about you. It wasn’t often that Tyler came to him for advice on women but he didn’t really know who else he could trust.
He admitted that even though he tried to fight against it, he’d fallen pretty hard for you and it was starting to eat away at him. He didn’t have the impression that you would feel the same way, even though Taz completely disagreed with him on that.
He told his son that he would bet a million bucks that the feeling was mutual, claiming that a connection like the two of you have is undeniable and if he’s ever listened to anything taz told him, it needed to be that.
“You two remind me of myself and your mother when we were young” he recalls his dad saying. “We were too stubborn to admit we had feelings until we got drunk one night and it all spilled out”
“Tyler?” Your voice broke him out of his own thoughts. “What did you want to talk to me about?”
He never had to have a conversation like this before. He never really wanted anyone for more than just a fun night before. His adams apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly and tried to keep his nerves under control.
“I- uh-“ he rubbed the back of his neck as he inhaled deeply. Letting it all out in a quick huff.
“I been thinking a lot about me and you, and I don’t want to stop what we’ve been doing, but I do want to start doing more” he danced around the confession and you couldn’t quite piece it together.
“Like… how?” You asked, a little lost.
“I want to be with you.” He blurted, feeling his cheeks burn the minute the words flew from his mouth. His eyes scanned your face, studying it, searching for a reaction but you were blank faced and for once he couldn’t read you.
“You want to be with me? Like, be with me?” You were sure you weren’t hearing him right. Maybe everyone else thought you and Tyler were a thing but you never thought it was actually going to be an option.
“Yes, I do” he boldly stated, holding his eyes on you, watching as all the conversations you, Willow and Skye had over the last couple of weeks flashed through your mind and you couldn’t believe they were right the entire time.
“But if you don’t feel the same way, it’s okay, I’ll still do the heel run with you and we can forget I ever said anything.” He lowly muttered, waiting for what felt like an eternity for you to say anything back.
“Or if you’re already into someone else, like Ricky or something-“
“I’m not” you blurted out. “I’m not into anyone else.”
You couldn’t ignore the way your heart was beginning to race and your skin felt like it was engulfed in a million small fires. You stared back at him, your eyes lingering to his lips when his tongue slid over them.
A bunch of feelings you’d suppressed out of sheer denial suddenly came rushing in and it was now impossible to force them back again. All the tensions between the two of you, the anger and the confusion over the last few weeks was quickly diminished by an even stronger feeling of pure anticipation and desire.
The space between the two of you was too much and it was if Tyler had that same thought when he stood up from the weight bench and extended his hand. You took it, and he helped you to your feet.
You were unsure what to do with your hands when he let go but it became easy to find a place for them to rest on his waist when his finger curled beneath your chin, angling your head up, lips would’ve been brushing against each other if you were just a little taller.
His eyes were soft and a sprinkle of hazel appeared against the dark brown, and you realized you never noticed that before now.
He took in every inch of your face with a slow and meaningful gaze before an easy smile spread across his lips and a dimple soon followed.
You felt butterflies erupt in your stomach and spread through your whole body when he leaned in. You rose to you tip toes and your lips met gently, slowly, and tenderly. The way they fit like two pieces of a puzzle, moving in sync and pure harmony had your head spinning.
The taste of mint lingered on your tongue long after his lips were no longer on yours and you didn’t want it to vanish anytime soon.
He looked at you with eyes of adoration, his fingers slipping from your chin and pulling you into his chest. You buried your face into the fabric of his t-shirt, taking in the scent of cologne that you recognized from his hoodie you never gave back to him, and that’s when you remembered it.
“I still have your hoodie.” You chuckled, feeling his chest rise and fall with a low chuckle of his own.
“Keep it. It’s yours. It’s been yours since I gave it to you.”
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From that night in the hotel room gym on, you and Tyler were always together at the arena and outside of it. Your heel run was going strong. You were an undefeated tagteam that nobody wanted to step in the ring with.
After two weeks of keeping your love life on the low, he decided he wanted everyone to know. You were walking back from another successful match, standing on the stage when he grabbed your hand and spun you to him, placing a kiss to your lips that made the whole arena erupt in screams and chants of your conjoined names the fans came up with.
“Bet nobody saw that coming” Tony sarcastically remarked from commentary. “AEW’s modern day Bonnie and Clyde”
“Looks like you need to set an extra plate at the table when the holidays roll around, Taz.”
“I’ll gladly do that my friend.” Taz grinned as he watched you and hook exit through the tunnel.
“We’ve never seen the coldhearted handsome devil show any sort of emotion whatsoever… except with her!” Excalibur exclaims.
“Guess he’s not so coldhearted after all” Tony chips in.
“Oh no, he’s coldhearted son, but not towards her. Everyone else including myself gets the cold shoulder from my man, but she’s something special to him.”
Tyler walked you to the locker room and leaned against the wall. A soft smile stays on his face whenever the cameras aren’t around now.
“You looked gorgeous slamming Britt’s head into the canvas.” He taunts, earning a laugh from you.
“Thanks, I didn’t really try” you bantered back.
“Never have to.” He grins as he leans in and brushes his lips against yours before they fully connect.
“Everyone knows now” he says when you pull apart.
“They probably already did. We’ve been caught making out a lot” you remind him, earning that dimple you love so much to appear.
“True. I’m glad we don’t have to hide it anymore. I can officially call you mine.” He grins.
You place another gentle kiss to his lips before you whisper against them, “I’ve been yours this whole time”
#hook aew#aew hook#hook imagine#tyler senerchia#hook nation rise#hook x reader#hook#send hook#aew hook angst#aew hook fluff#aew hook fanfic#aew hook imagine
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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 ^-^
#aew hook#hook aew#hook#aew hook x reader#aew hook imagine#hook x reader#hook imagine#aew hook fanfic#aew hook fanfiction#aew hook angst
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Hook Masterlist
Two Worlds Collide (Smut Drabble)
Private Training Session (Smut)
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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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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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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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Bet on It
synopsis - aew star hook has a fascination with the pretty makeup artist backstage. his friend bets he can’t go an entire night without bothering her.
warnings - smut, fuckboy!hook, hook shamelessly yearning, ofc, sub!ofc, dom!hook, blowjob, face fucking
a/n - hi! i’m back again but with something a little different. i know this probably won’t be my most popular fic bc it’s such a niche fandom. however, i really like pro wrestling and i hope you all can enjoy this fic regardless of if you like it or not. love you guys!!!
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Tyler’s eyes narrowed when she walked across the room. The way she dressed made him want to throw his head back and groan.
He was leaned against the wall watching her do the makeup of some of the women that were going on tonight.
As far as he knew she was the head makeup artist for the company and did her job pretty damn good, always in a pair of heels with her hair perfectly done too.
The outfit she had on today was a little more revealing than what he was used to but he definitely didn’t mind. The baby pink skirt and matching top made her body look out of this fucking world.
Tyler had never needed to go to the makeup chair before so they had never officially crossed paths. However, he’s been watching her since the first time Cody brought his wrestling class to their first TV taping.
She’s always there, and she’s always working. Currently, she was talking to Britt while doing some crazy eyeshadow look on her that seemed impossibly difficult to him.
Ty could hear her giggle from where he was standing and he wanted nothing more than to go over there and drag her back to his private lockeroom and have his way with her.
“Again, man? You gotta leave her alone,” Dante Martin put a hand on his shoulder which Tyler immediately shrugged off.
He knew he was joking but it still hit a little too close to him. Tyler always wondered if she noticed him and the close eye he kept on her. 
“Shut up. Don’t you have a top rope or something to jump off?” Tyler rolled his eyes.
“Why don’t you just go talk to her,” Dante ignored his previous comment.
“What would I even say? ‘Oh hey, I’ve been staring at you for the past year and I want to do you in my hotel room?’”
Dante laughed, “You don’t obsess over a girl for an entire year and only want to fuck her. We both know you actually like her.”
Ty had never had a serious relationship before and didn’t desire it. He was very focused on his career and didn’t have time for any distractions, even ones with impossibly long legs and high cheek bones.
“That’s exactly why I can’t talk to her. I’m way too busy. I don’t have time to treat her like she deserves,” he grumbled back in response.
His friend grinned, “How can you say shit like that and not see it?”
“See what, asshole,” he hissed back.
“That you’re not going to be able to just stop thinking about her.”
“I could totally stop thinking about her if I wanted to. She’s like, like a side hobby,” Tyler responded a bit flustered.
“A side hobby?” Dante was hysterically laughing at this point.
“If she’s such a side hobby, let’s make a bet,” Dante said to him.
“Oh yeah? What kind of bet?” Tyler was intrigued at this point. He was never one to turn down a challenge. He stopped leaning on the wall and stood up straight.
“If you can leave her alone for the rest of the show - that means no looking at her, no standing by the makeup chairs, and no scaring off the rookies who try and flirt with her - I’ll pay for you to finish the rest of your sleeve,” Dante said slyly.
Tyler’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, “Dude, my tattoo artist is charging me $2500 in cash for that.”
“I know. But I’m almost positive you won’t win,” he laughed.
“What happens if I lose?” Ty inquired.
“I get your private lockeroom for 5 more Dynamites,” Dante responded matter of factly.
“Bro, my dad rents that out for me.”
“Yeah and everyone fucking hates you for it,” Dante added.
“Call me daddy’s money all you want but I get to do my pre-match ritual in silence, without you assholes screaming in my ear.”
“And that’s what I want.”
“Fine. You have a deal,” Tyler stuck his hand out and Dante shook it.
“There’s no way you’re winning,” Dante cackled while walking away from him.
Tyler walked to catering and tried not to think about her there without him. It was stupid really. She had been working there longer than he had and he was scared for her well-being.
He sighed and stabbed the chicken on his plate with a fork. It was going to be a long ass night.
-
Dynamite had started a couple of hours later and he had a match tonight, but for some reason he couldn’t focus.
Well, not some reason. He knew the exact reason, and she was most likely sucking on hard candy and playing on her phone in the backstage area.
Tyler tried hard to shake it off, he really did. But he couldn’t jepordize his match for some stupid bet.
His phone dinged and it was a text message from Dante.
Are you cracking yet, lover boy?
Tyler wanted to hurl his phone at the wall. He felt like he was going absolutely insane. He wanted to slap himself for allowing his attraction to her for getting this far.
Ty hated to admit it to himself, but he did actually like her. He liked her much more than a one night stand or a casual hookup.
He had been going backing forth between the pros and cons of just going to find her when the Bucks walked into his dressing room.
Tyler immediately stood up from his seated position when they walked in. He pulled himself together so he could talk to his bosses.
He stuck his hand out to shake theirs, “What can I do for you guys?”
After they finished shaking hands with each other Matt started talking, “It’s about your match tonight. Tony made a last minute decision for you to go over.”
Tyler’s face was one of surprise, “Like, win the TNT title?”
“Yeah,” Matt brushed over this news, “Sorry it’s on such short notice, kid.”
“No, don’t sweat it. I’m psyched,” Tyler tried to keep his cool.
“We figured you would be. Go change the finish with Sammy and you’ll be set. We watched you guys practice this morning and the match you have planned should stay the same. The only change we want is for you to tap him out,” Nick instructed the young talent.
“Of course. Thank you so much. This means a lot to me,” Tyler was very grateful for this opportunity but also incredibly nervous.
The group exchanged pleasantries for a while longer until they left the room. Ty could feel his heart speeding up. There was no way he could go out to win a title feeling like this.
His palms were sweating and despite the news he had his focus was still somewhere else. He checked his watch to see he had an hour and thirty minutes until he was gonna go out.
Fuck the bet.
There was no way in hell Ty was going to fuck up the biggest match of his career over a bet.
He threw a hoodie and sweats over his gear and stepped out of dressing room, already feeling the clouds clear out of his head.
Ty booked it to the makeup chairs like he was being chased.
He stopped just a few steps behind where she was lounging.
She was perched on one of the chairs with her legs swinging. She was on her phone with a cherry red sucker in her mouth, just as he suspected.
She was a sight for sore eyes and he felt relief wash over him knowing she was perfectly fine.
“Hey,” he said suddenly making her look up from her phone. His voice was a surprise to his own ears. He had never spoken to her and now was probably not the best time to start.
She looked up at him from her chair and took the sucker out of her mouth, “Hey.”
The way she was smiling at his made his chest ache, “I was wondering if you could fix my hair before my match. I totally slept on it wrong.”
She looked skeptical. Tyler knew he sounded stupid. His hair was probably the easiest in the world to manage. All he did was run a brush through it and call it a day.
“Of course. Hook, right?” She called him by his in ring name.
He chuckled as he sat down in her chair, “Yeah, but you can call me Tyler.”
When her fingers began to comb through his hair he wanted to groan.
“I’m Ariane, but everyone around her calls me Ari.”
He finally knew her name and it fit her perfectly. He could feel all of his nerves slipping from his body as she touched him. It was like she had some sort of magnetic aura that dissipated all of his anxiety.
He stayed quiet as she moved his hair every which way. Her long pink acrylics were perfectly scratching his scalp. Ty fought the urge to shiver and lean into her touch.
“What gear are you wearing tonight?” Ari asked.
“I’ve got the orange on tonight.”
“You always wear those,” she teased, “What about the chain?”
He pulled his gold chain out of his hoodie and showed her. He was impressed she knew he always wore a chain to the ring. It made Ty smile that Ari watched him maybe as much as he watched her.
She moved from behind him to get a better look at the chain.
Ari leaned in and touched the chain around his neck. Her tan fingers brushed against the pulse point on his neck. He closed his eyes and took in a breath. Her long dark extensions created a curtain between them and the outside world. Tyler wanted to feel her hands on him forever.
Their eyes locked for a second and she smiled at him in a way that made him want to bend her over his lap and make her start fucking counting.
He tried not to lose control of the situation. It felt like she was holding him in the palm of her hand.
“This is really nice. It’s different than the ones you usually wear,” Ariane said finally and stepping away from him.
His mouth twitched into a small smile, “You pay a lot of attention to my chains?”
“You’re the only guy on the roster who doesn’t ask for my advice on gear. I like to see what you’re wearing.”
“Well, this one was my dad’s in the 90’s. He wore it when he proposed to my mom,” Ty couldn’t figure out why he was volunteering this information. He kept most of his personal life to himself but she made him spill his guts with only a few words.
“And you’re wearing it to win your first title,” she must’ve noticed the look he gave her, “You tend to hear a lot when you’re doing an entire roster’s makeup and hair.”
“The chain is a good luck charm. It made my mom say yes, maybe it’ll keep me from fucking up any spots,” he joked.
“I’ve never seen you mess up a spot before,” Ari rolled her eyes adorably.
Tyler really wanted to grab her and kiss her. Actually, he wanted to do more than that, he wanted to take her back to his dressing room and flip up that impossibly tiny skirt and fuck her. He had to get himself back under control.
He took a deep breath and stood up. He was standing almost chest to chest with her. Ty had a few inches on her, even with her heels. He looked down at her parted lips and smiled.
“Next time you have any advice on my gear, you can come find me in my dressing room,” his words dripped with sexual innuendo that made her noticeably flustered.
He walked away from the makeup area and to gorilla. Ty stripped down into his gear and waited for the women’s match to end.
He felt way more confident than he had in his lockeroom. Tyler was calm, satiated even. He talked to Ari for the first time ever and even flirted with her. He could comfortably take her off of his mind for now.
He was ready to go out there and have the best match of his life.
Even though he felt on top of the world, he still felt anxiety pooled in his belly. Any person in their right mind would.
This is going to be his first title run and he wants it to be amazing.
“Hey,” Sammy grabbed his shoulder, “The Bucks wanted me to come talk about the match with you.”
His calm attitude didn’t last long when he heard Sammy’s voice. Sammy Guevera was not an easy person to be around. Almost everyone on the roster hated him, besides his equally annoying wife, Tay.
“Yeah. All we have to do is keep the same combinations until the last three minutes. They want a submission victory so I was thinking you try for a frog splash and I catch you midair. I’ll give you a couple of suplexes and then put you in the redrum.”
“Whatever,” sammy rolled his eyes like the asshole he is, “I’m still pissed they sprung this on me last minute.”
“Maybe it’s because you called one of the most experienced veterans in the back a jobber,” Ty spit back at him.
Just because they had a match did not mean they had to like each other.
“Let’s just get this over with,” Sammy grumbled while walking away.
As the semi-main event ended with Britt holding her championship with a confident smirk on her face. He felt like his chest was on fire the closer it got to his match.
Tyler stood up and took a deep breath. He had seven minutes until his entire life would be changed.
He knew he had to go out first and stood at the curtain.
-
The match went off without a hitch. Tyler was surprised considering Sammy kept giving him stiff punches and slapping him in the face.
Ty kept it professional, though and managed to finish the match without actually beating the shit out of him.
He walked to the back with the TNT titled draped over his shoulder as the backstage personnel and Tony Khan gave him a standing ovation.
His dad was the first person to hug him and tell him how proud he was. Tyler fought tears when they embraced.
He thanked everyone profusely and spoke to Tony privately about how grateful he was.
Ty was in the middle of picking up his sweats and hoodie when Dante came into view. He mentally groaned, he was going to get so much shit from him.
Dante wrapped gave Tyler a hug and when he pulled away he smiled, “Couldn’t do it could ya, champ?”
“Fuck off,” Tyler groaned, “It was the only way that match wasn’t gonna be shit. It was impossible to focus with her on my mind.”
“You sound like a fucking love sick puppy,” Dante laughed at him.
“Yeah yeah. What are we doing to celebrate?” Ty smirked at his friend.
“I’ve got some of the boys together and we can go grab drinks downtown. This is my first time in Nashville so I think Bowens is picking.”
“Sounds great. Let me go take a quick shower,” he replied walking away.
“Enjoy that private shower while it lasts!” Dante called from behind him.
Tyler just flipped him off and kept walking to his dressing room. He really was dreading giving it away for five weeks.
Just before he made it to his lockeroom he saw Ari leaning against the wall next to the his dressing room door texting on her phone.
“Hey,” he smiled at her.
She looked up at him, “Hey, champ. That was a great match. Congratulations.”
Her smiled was so genuine and happy it made his heart flutter a little bit, “Thanks. Hey, some of the guys are going out to celebrate. Wanna come with?”
Tyler watched as her green eyes lit up at the prospect of going out with him.
“I’d love to, but before I think you told me I should come into your lockeroom when I had any thoughts about your gear,” she gave him a sultry look through her false eyelashes.
His mouth quirked into a smile, “Yeah, and what is it you wanna say about my gear, doll?”
“I think it would look much better off,” she had an innocent look in her eyes despite the words she was saying.
This turned him onto no end. He didn’t even bother to say anything else, he just opened the door and pulled her inside.
He quickly locked the door and pressed her against it. Their lips touched and it felt like his skin was buzzing against her own.
He kissed a trail down her neck. He sucked and nipped at the delicate skin until there was a distinct hickey.
“Such a fucking tease all the time, hm? All those tiny little outfits” He said against her neck.
Tyler could hear her shaky breathing and the occasional whimper.
He smiled against her skin and finally pulled away, “If you want to stop, just say so.”
With that he tugged her over to the couch and pulled her onto his lap.
Their mouths were on one another’s in an instant. Their lips moved in a feverish manner, as if they couldn’t get enough of each other.
Ari was the first to pull away, “Let me properly congratulate you on your win, champ.”
She slinked down to her knees in front of him and put her hands on his bare thighs.
Tyler’s hand ran through her hair and Ari spoke again, “It’s a wonder it’s taken you this long to say something.”
He looked down at her in confusion as she started to palm him through his shorts, “I’ve seen you stand at my makeup station for months and stare at my ass. That’s why I’m dressed like this tonight.”
She kissed his thigh and whispered, “Just for you.”
Tyler finally said something, “Dressing like a whore at work just to impress me? I’m honored, baby.”
Ari rested her head against his thigh and stared at his hard on still confined in his pants.
Ty wrapped a hand in her and forced her to sit up properly, “Are you gonna let the champ fuck your face doll?”
She nodded eagerly, “Please fuck my face Tyler.”
He didn’t have to hear anymore, he pulled his cock out, “Stick your tongue out.”
Ariane shivered at his dominant voice and did what she was told.
He used his hand that was wrapped in her hair to guide her down his cock. Ty slowly sunk his cock in her mouth and groaned out when she made it to the base.
She began gagging a little bit and he let her pull off, “You’re so big,” she whimpered.
Ty thought she looked so cute like this, almost frustrated she couldn’t take him all the way down her throat, “You’ll make it work, baby.”
She wrapped her lips around his tip and looked up at him to signal that she was ready for him to continue
He started bobbing her head up and down his cock. His groans made her even wetter than she was.
Ty kept cursing in his deep voice and watched as he fingers snaked in between her legs and underneath her skirt.
“Cant even handle sucking cock without something inside you? Fucking hell,” he chastised her while moving her head faster.
He threw his head back when she started swirling her tongue around his length.
“Fuck,” Ty said aloud, “I’m gonna cum down that pretty throat.”
She nodded her head around him to assure him it was okay. Somehow he forced her to choke his cock down even faster.
Ari sucked impossibly hard and his hips bucked up into her mouth right before he came. She felt his hot seed shoot down her throat in long spurts and whimpered around him.
When he was finished with her he took her off of him.
They both stopped for a moment, him breathless and her with spit around her mouth and tears in her eyes.
“Come here,” he said while putting his shorts back on properly.
Ari obediently sat in the couch next to him before he grabbed her waist and sat her on his lap.
His arms wrapped around her, “We don’t have to go out with them tonight. We can go back to my hotel room and talk or something. I don’t want you to think I wanted this as a one time thing.”
Her voice was hoarse when she first started talking, “Today is a big day for you. You deserve to go out and celebrate.”
“Did you drive here?” He asked, ignoring her last comment.
“No, I ubered, why?”
“I’ll drive you back to the hotel then. Or the bar, it whatever you want, baby,” he smiled at her warmly.
She whined, “I can’t let you not celebrate you’re first title win. I’ll come with you to the bar and we can talk about all of this later.”
Tyler kissed the crown of Ari’s, “You know this wasn’t a one time thing for me, right? I want to have something real for you.”
She lifted her gaze to his, “Then we’re on the same page.”
#aew smut#hook smut#aew#wrestling#smut#fluff#angst#hook aew#dante martin#jon moxley#aew fluff#pro wrestling#hook x ofc#ofc#dom!sub#sub!ofc#dom!hook#au
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❝Can i keep this?❞
Hook x Fem! reader
not requested i just thought of it
not my gif!!
hook masterlist ❀ masterlist
ꨄ english is not my first language! i apologies for any mistakes
Hook looked over at you, turning his attention away from his phone, cocking his eyebrow at you, the look going completely unnoticed by you as you bit your lip in concentration.
The weather had been awfully cold lately, you really didn’t expect it so you had barley bought any hoodies or sweaters. So you got up from the bed, your large blanket still covering your body as you rummaged through the insane amount of hoodies your lovely boyfriend had.
You spent a good 5-10 minutes looking through all of them before picking out the perfect one. A simple white one. To be fair, it looked very comfy, and fairly new. You put it against your body, realising it went just past your thighs. You completely disregard your blanket and quickly got into the hoodie.
You waddled over to your boyfriend who was laying peacefully on your bed, his back against the headboard as he kept his eyes on you.
“Can I keep this?” You asked, a wide smile on your face, already knowing the answer.
“Well you already have it on” He replied in his usual nonchalant manner.
“Sooo.. that’s a yes?” You said, climbing into the bed, cuddling up next to him.
He kissed the top of your head, ruffling your hair.
“Mhm, that’s a yes”
very bery very short but i like it so idc!!
#Spotify#hook#hook aew#hook imagine#hook x reader fluff#hook x reader angst#hook x reader smut#hookaew#hook x reader#send hook#hookhausen x reader#caluncs#aew hook
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So what I’m understanding is that this is the confirmation of Evilhausen, right?
#manifesting this into reality#I need this to be where the turn Danhausen heel or at least allude to it#I’m fine with a slowburn the more angst the better#I also want Hook to be split between Orange Cassidy and Danhausen if Danhausen does go heel#and I want Hook to choose Danhausen#HEEL HOOKHAUSEN IS IN MY HEART FOREVER🙏🙏🙏🙏#need this in my life like actually#donovan danhausen#danhausen#love that danhausen#orange cassidy#freshly squeezed orange cassidy#aew rampage#aew
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#aew#hookhausen#hook x danhausen#but angst#something something hook was scared of danhausen breaking his heart#so he went ahead and called it quits before it could happen#but now he has to suffer with thoughts of what couldve been#wip#might finish might not
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Risky Business | Part One
Your family’s restaurant is on the verge of shutting down, so you make a dangerous deal with the loan sharks in town and find yourself in some sticky situations
Warnings: angst, violence, one non explicit death (mob!au so it may not be for everyone)
this will be a series
You heard your parents bickering like usual, but once you entered the kitchen, they both went mute. You already knew what it was all about. The restaurant had been on the verge of collapse for nearly a month now and despite every attempt in the book to pick business back up, you were still struggling to keep it afloat.
You awkwardly avoided their eyes as you slipped past your dad and grabbed a stack of foam cups to stock out front. The tensions were thick enough to cut with a knife, but you had a plan to save the restaurant that they didn’t know about, and you weren’t going to tell them until you pulled it off.
You just hoped it didn’t mean you’d be putting your life on the line in the process.
You quickly left the kitchen and heard the echos of their voices pick up again. All you heard for the last month was them screaming at each other over the bills they couldn’t pay, the inventory they’re losing because they simply can’t afford to keep the restaurant stocked, and now your dad is ready to up and sell the place, even though it was supposed to stay in the family for generations to come.
You couldn’t stand seeing your family fall apart over this. Your mom and dad put their blood, sweat and tears into getting the place up and running and you left college to help them out. There was too much invested to simply let it slip right through your fingers, so you came up with a plan that you were putting into action as soon as you clock out.
You quickly stocked the cups and and silverware over by the drink station and headed back into the kitchen. Once again, when your parents heard your footsteps, they went mute but you already knew the second you leave they’d be right back at it.
You peeked through the door and said, “I’m heading out. I’ll be back tomorrow.”
“Have a good day, sweetie.” Your mom called out to you.
“Love you.” Your dad added.
You hurriedly clocked out, noticing that it was already two and you needed to be on the other side of town in less than half an hour, and you knew if you showed up late you wouldn’t even be considered by Mr. Senerchia.
You felt your stomach twisting into tight knots and had to force yourself to take a few deep breaths once you got on the road. The gps was telling you where to go but your heart beating in your ears was making it hard to hear.
You never thought you’d be doing something like this, but you didn’t think you had another choice. You knew the reputation this man upholds and wouldn’t dare crossing paths with him under any other circumstances.
You pulled up in front of a brick apartment complex twenty-two minutes later with only eight minutes to spare and took a second to look in the mirror, attempting to make yourself presentable despite the fact that you looked like you hadn’t slept in days.
You remembered the instructions given to you by Mr. Senerchia over the phone. Go into the complex, take the first set of stairs to the second floor and wait. He’ll send someone to come get you.
You took a deep breath before sliding out the car and heading in. Your knees felt like they were going to give out from under you each step you took but you tried to push past that.
You walked through the door and the staircase was right in front of it, so you did as you remembered and headed up to the second floor.
There were four doors, two on each side and another set of stairs. You could hear distant conversations being had behind one of those closed doors and rock music behind another.
You glanced down at your phone and had only two minutes left before you were supposed to be meeting with the loan shark and debated whether or not you should call him so he knows you’re there, but before you had to think about it too much, you heard some footsteps descending the stairs and looked up from your phone to see a tall, messy haired guy coming down.
You took a step to the side to let him pass you, but he stopped on the last step.
“Y/N?” He asks in a low, almost hushed tone.
You nodded back and slid your phone in your pocket. He tilted his head to the side slightly and eyed you with a look that left you feeling a bit judged.
You felt nervous under his gaze but tried to hide it. He simply nodded his head towards the stairs and started making his way back up, and you followed behind him.
He lead you to a door off to the right and pulled some keys out of his hoodie pocket to open it. You waited for him to step inside and wave you in. You felt like any wrong move could be detrimental.
He silently started heading through the apartment. You could easily tell that it wasn’t anyone’s home. There was no couches or tvs, the only source of furniture were a few fold out chairs aligned along the walls.
You followed him down a short hall until he stopped at a door and knocked in a specific pattern. You heard a deep voice on the other side call him in and felt your stomach twist into those tight knots all over again.
He opened the door and walked in, catching it with the tips of his fingers to hold it for you and you took that as your invite.
You stepped into a small office that you never would’ve expected would be in that bare apartment, but you supposed with the things this man does, it has to be as low-key as possible.
You knew the man behind the desk wearing a sharp black suit and orange tie had to be Mr. Senerchia. The guy in the hoodie stepped around the desk, standing off to the side with his hand clasped over his wrist, watching you.
Mr. Senerchia lifted his eyes from something he was writing down, his shades so dark you couldn’t even see the formation of his eyes behind them. He dropped his pen and stood up, shooting a warm smile but it didn’t make you feel any less anxious.
“Ah, Y/N, glad you could make it.” He greets you, extending his hand for you to shake. “Please, have a seat.”
You tried to hide your nervousness as you sat down in one of the two chairs in front of his desk. You took a deep breath and forced a smile.
“So, if I remember our conversation correctly, you’re here about your family’s restaurant, no?” He asked, clasping his hands together atop the desk.
“Yes sir.” You nod.
“And what’s going on with that?” He asks.
“We’re struggling to stay afloat.” You answered honestly, trying not to show the sadness that admitting it caused you. “We’ve tried a lot of things but we just can’t… we can’t afford it anymore.”
“I see.” His voice lowered. “That’s a shame. I used to go to that restaurant back in the day. Your dad made the best philly in town.” He half-smiles.
You nodded back and looked down at your thumbs nervously twiddling in your lap.
“That’s the thing, Mr. Senerchia. My parents put everything into that place and I just can’t sit by and watch it fall apart. My dad’s considering selling it to the Mercado’s and… That’s just something I can’t stand to let happen. It was supposed to be passed down to me, and my kids if I ever have them. It’s supposed to stay in the family.”
He rubbed his hand over his beard as he processed your words. The warm smile on his face was wiped away and a straight frown was left in its place.
“I see.” He taps his fingers against the desk. “Let me ask you this. Say you had the funds to keep the business going. How would you sustain it? Money doesn’t last forever, it runs out fast if you don’t have a way to keep rejuvenating it.”
“We lost most of our customers because we couldn’t afford inventory. We had to tell people that we were out of almost everything except sandwiches at one point. If we can start keeping the place stocked up again, we’ll have our business back on track.”
He nodded once before he leaned back in his seat and clasped his hands behind his head, slightly swiveling his chair.
“What caused the tight funds in the first place?” He asked, and you felt the sudden guilt in the pit of your stomach.
“I wanted to go to college.” You lowly said, dropping your eyes down to the desk. “I didn’t want to run the business at one point. I wanted to be a nurse instead, so they used their savings to put me through school… but I left when the business started failing to help them try to keep it afloat. Since it was my fault they were struggling in the first place.”
You looked back up at him, seeing your poor reflection in his glasses once again. He didn’t speak for a moment, and you nervously anticipated his next words while you waited on his response.
He leaned back up and folded his arms over the desk, looking down at the pen he set aside earlier.
Your eyes wandered over to the guy standing beside the desk, but instantly looked away when you noticed his eyes were still trained on you.
“I tell you what.” Mr. Senerchia says as he taps the pen against the wooden desktop. “I admire your loyalty to your family. I tell my son all the time that a family business can’t run without that.” He points over at the guy and you collect the new information.
“And since I can see that you’re being genuine about this… I’ll grant you the funds to get the joint back on its feet. Now, before you get too excited, I have some stipulations to that-“ He holds up his hand and you quickly feel your hopes shattering.
“I don’t expect this money back immediately. Truthfully, I’m a bit nervous about this deal, given the fact that the restaurant industry is always a gamble. I won’t add interest to this loan, if-“ he points, capitalizing on the stipulation, “once the business is in your name, you give us ten percent of the profits. That’s it. Pay me back weekly as you’re able to, and give me a cut for my leniency.”
You weren’t sure how that would ever work out. The business wouldn’t be in your name until your parents retire from it, and you weren’t even sure how long that was going to be. On top of that, with the shakiness of it right now, you knew it wasn’t guaranteed that the restaurant would even be running in the next ten years.
“I- Mr. Senerchia as much as I want to accept your offer, I have a couple concerns.” Your voice trembled slightly.
“Voice them.” He nodded, leaning back in the seat and crossing his arms.
“For one, this business won’t be in my name for a while. My parents are signing it over when they retire and Im not sure when that’s gonna be. And with the way things have been, I don’t even know if there will be a business a couple years down the road. I know I can pay you back regardless whether or not we sustain for a long time, but I don’t know if I can shake hands on giving you a cut when I don’t even truly know if we’ll still be in business.”
“That’s the thing about making a big deal. You gotta be willing to do whatever it is you need to do to uphold your end of the bargain.” He says. “Your family’s restaurant has the potential to be one of the best on that side of town. If I can see the opportunity for growth, then I don’t see a reason why it won’t happen.”
You nodded back, pondering his words.
“How about this.” He reasons, “I loan you the money and get the word out about the joint. I bring the business to you. You give me twenty percent once it’s in your name.”
You blinked twice and calculated in your head how much that would be.
“If I can assure you that business will start booming quickly, and your family won’t be troubled with this no more, do we have a deal?”
He extends his hand with another grin, and you didn’t feel like you had much time to think on it before you were shaking it.
He stood up and you stood up with him, letting his hand go after a moment.
“I’ll let Hook go over everything with you.” He says as he picks up a folder and steps around his desk.
“Thank you, Mr. Senerchia.” You say, hoping you didn’t sound as nervous as you were feeling.
“Please, call me Taz from now on. Looking forward to doing business with you, kid.”
He exits the room and leaves you with the guy who’d been silently staring at you the entire time, who you now knew the name of. Or the street name most likely.
He sits down in his dad’s chair and opens a drawer off to the side, pulling out a stack of papers.
You watched him read some things and write his signature on a couple dotted lines as you sat there in the awkward silence.
He slid some papers off to the side and stacked them neatly in his hands, then he looked up at you with that same, perplexed expression he had since you encountered him on the second floor.
“You sure you know what you’re getting yourself into?” He surprised you when he asked, nearly making a chill run down your spine.
“I- yes.” You stammered, internally kicking yourself for it.
His dark eyes stayed trained on you for another moment before he glanced down at the papers in his hand.
“I’m not sure you do.” He muttered. “We don’t usually make deals with people like you. I’m surprised my dad didn’t tell you to leave the second he saw you, honestly.”
You felt offended by that, knitting your brows back at him, but too nervous to ask him what meant by that. Your reaction made him further explain, anyway.
“This is a serious business we run. We deal with shit that you probably wouldn’t even know the first thing about. Not family restaurants on the verge of foreclosure type shit.”
You stared back at him, a bit appalled to say the very least. He placed the stack of papers down and leaned up in the seat, zoning in on you.
“I’m only telling you this because serious shit requires serious repercussions if you can’t keep your word. My dad might have cut you a sweet deal but there’s always fine print when you read between the lines. You might be biting off more than you can chew and if that’s the case” he slides his tongue between his lips and raises his brows back at you, “you’re gonna put yourself and your family in jeopardy.”
His words turned your blood to ice, swallowing thickly as you stared back into his cold, dark eyes.
“So ima ask you one last time. You sure about this?” it was almost as if it were a fatal warning, but you nodded back at him, watching as his lips folded in and he shook his head slightly.
He took one of those sheets and slid it across to desk, spinning it to face you and placing the pen down on top of it.
His finger landed on the first paragraph and he went on to explain what you were signing.
“This is stating that you won’t use our name in any of your statements. If you’re ever asked, cops of anybody, you got the money from anywhere else.” He says, then points to the dotted line that required your signature, and you nodded as you signed it.
“This is stating that you will pay the full amount back in the timeframe that you and my dad discussed.” He points, and you sign there too.
“Sign here and here.” He adds.
He slid the pages off to the side as you signed them and then you came to the last page underneath the stack.
“This is stating that you understand the… consequences if you fail to uphold your end of the deal.” He slowly speaks, and you look back at him.
“We didn’t go over the consequences.” You were scared to say.
He eyed you for a second before he leaned back in the chair, crossing his arms tightly over his chest.
“It’s clear you’re not familiar with how this works. That’s why I asked if you even know what you’re doing right now.”
“I’m just trying to save my family’s business.” You snapped, even though catching a slight attitude with the shark’s son was probably the stupidest thing you could’ve done.
“You won’t have a family business if you fuck up. Or a fucking family. I’m just trying to make sure you get that.” his voice was stronger, more rough than it was before.
You sat there staring back at him, failing to process the words that he just spoke. You were pretty sure he just admitted that they kill people, but that was something you already somewhat figured thanks to the fact that multiple murders seem to somehow get tied to this family, yet they always go down as cold cases.
He composed himself a bit and leaned forward, holding that strong stare on you as he spoke.
“Look. You can back out right now. I’ll tell my dad you changed your mind before the papers were signed and take all the heat for it. No ties to this whatsoever.”
You were on the verge of accepting that offer, but you knew this was your only hope for your family. You hesitated, but shook your head and signed along the last dotted line before sliding the paper back to him, feeling like you’d just signed your soul to the devil.
“You and your dad have my word and my signature on that. I might not look like someone who can keep my word, but I assure you I am.”
He pursed his lips before he stacked the pages up and opened the drawer off to the side, filing them away.
“But I want my family left out of this, please.” You pipe back up, causing him to still with his hands in the drawer. “They don’t know I’m doing this and they never would’ve let me come here if I told them. They have nothing to do with this. I don’t want them having any part of it.”
He slowly sat back up and shook his head at you, balling his fist over his lips as he ran out of patience.
“You don’t get to call the shots here, Y/N. That’s what you’re not understanding. If you fuck up, that’s it. It’s done. My dad might seem like a nice guy, but the man doesn’t play about his money. He’s not gonna care about you or your family if you fuck him over. This isn’t small business shit. This is your debt to my family’s company.”
You took in his every word with complete and utter fear sinking into your heart, but by this point you felt so deep in that you couldn’t change your mind.
You were so close to having exactly what you needed to save your family’s business and you weren’t going to let that slip, even if it meant doing drastic things to make it happen.
“I understand.” You quietly say, staring just as intently into his eyes as he was yours.
He didn’t break eye contact for a couple seconds, and you held your breath until he finally dropped his eyes down to the desk.
He silently got up from the seat and walked out the door, coming back a couple moments later with a briefcase in hand.
He placed it down in front of you and put the code in.
“It’s 0504” he muttered, “don’t change it. i’ll be coming to get this back when I collect your first payment.”
He opens the top and reveals the neat stacks of hundreds before you.
“30K” he says. “Count it if you want to.”
You took his word for it though, and inside he was checking off another reason on the list as to why you weren’t cut out for doing business like this. You always count the fucking money.
He eyed you for a moment before he closed the top and reset the code, then walked back around to sit in the seat.
“Ill let you know before I come to collect. We’ll arrange to meet somewhere next week. You can see yourself out.” he quickly excused you, nodding towards the door.
Again, you were unsure how to respond so you simply grabbed the briefcase and stood up, but that’s when he stood up too.
“Actually, i’ll walk you out. You’re carrying a briefcase full of money. let me see it.” He holds out his hand and you pass it to him.
He heads for the door and you follow behind him, letting him lead you out the apartment as he keeps the briefcase close to his side.
He stops when he steps out onto the sidewalk and looks at your car parked out front.
“Next time park in the back.” He mutters before he heads towards it.
You fumble with your keys to click the unlock button and pop the trunk, and he places the briefcase down before he slams it shut.
He steps back onto the sidewalk and looks you over one last time, and again, you couldn’t quite tell what the hell he was thinking, and he wasn’t willing to give you any clues either.
He silently made his way back to the complex, looking to both sides of him to make sure nobody had wandering eyes.
“Next week.” He reminds you when he reaches the door, keeping his back turned to you.
“I know.” You say before you make your way around the the drivers side door.
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Later that night after he got back from a couple collects, Hook stopped by his dad’s office to deliver the money, and to also have a discussion about the girl he signed a deal with earlier.
He knocked in a code and his dad called him in. He pulled a wad of cash out of his hoodie pocket and tossed it on the desk before sitting down in the seat in front of it.
“That Michael dude didn’t have the full amount. Told him i’ll be back for the rest tomorrow.” He tells his dad, who stops writing to look at the cash set in front of him.
“How much did he have this time?” He asks with clear aggravation.
“Three fifty”
Taz wipes his hand down his face and grabs the cash, slipping the rubberband off and tossing it to the side as he fans out the money.
“This is the second time, Tyler.” He cuts his eyes at his son. “You know I don’t let shit slide twice.”
“He said his kid needed new clothes for school. He gets paid tomorrow and we’ll get the rest.”
“And if we don’t?” Taz was running out of patience. He had no sympathy for the excuses.
“Then i’ll handle him.” Tyler keeps his eyes held on his dad, ensuring that he’ll keep his word.
“You should’ve handled him today.” He gravely speaks. “if that money isn’t sitting on my desk by six o’clock tomorrow, i don’t want to hear no more excuses for the man. get rid of him.”
Tyler swallowed thickly, but nodded back. Taz went back to filling out a form until his son asked him a question that he wasn’t expecting.
“Do you think making that deal with the restaurant girl was a good idea?”
Taz looks up, and Tyler can see his tense jaw reflecting in his shades.
“Why do you ask?”
“We don’t usually do shit like that. It’s a small business on the verge of shutting down.” He explains.
“If it does, it does.” Taz shrugs his shoulder. “I’m gonna bring what I can to the table, if it succeeds then great. If it doesn’t, you’ll deal with that.”
But that’s what Tyler was secretly concerned about. He knew that if all else failed and y/n couldn’t uphold her end of the deal, it wasn’t Taz who was going to be making her face the consequences. It was him.
“I don’t think she knew what she was doing.” He blurts out. “I don’t see that restaurant going anywhere. She basically signed her life away and she doesn’t know it.”
Taz removed his glasses and set them down, staring back at his son.
“What are you getting at, son?” his aggravation was getting stronger by the minute.
“I’m just saying I don’t think it was the right choice.” Tyler admitted, even though he hardly ever went against his dad’s decisions.
Taz’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Maybe it wasn’t, maybe it was. She signed the contract and took the money, did she not? Too late to go back now.”
“I still don’t think she should’ve even been considered.” Tyler argues, and it was then that Taz lost all patience.
“Well it’s not your choice to make, Tyler.” His voice deepens, “When I sign this business over to you, then you can call all the shots. Right now, you’re here to learn the way I expect this company to run when I can no longer keep it going. You’re not here to tell me how to run it.”
Tyler clamped his mouth shut, gritting his teeth behind his lips.
“We done here?” Taz asked, and Tyler wordlessly nodded tightly before he got up from his chair and left the room.
He went back down to his apartment on the second floor where his boys were waiting.
The blunt Andretti rolled just started getting passed between the three of them when Tyler walked in.
“Yo” Darius called out to him, and Tyler walked over to the couch and took a seat next to Anthony.
“You good?” Andretti asked when he picked up on his energy.
Tyler leaned back against the cushions and pulled the collar of his hoodie up some, nodding, but not saying anything back.
They all knew when he was in a bad mood it was best to leave him alone about whatever it was that pissed him off, so nobody asked questions, and simply passed him the blunt out of rotation.
He took a couple hits and held the smoke in his lungs until he felt the burn in his chest, then exhaled it above his head.
Anthony and Darius started talking about the cars they had their eyes on and debated which vehicle models were better, but Tyler couldn’t pay any attention to the conversation.
He took two more hits and passed the blunt to his left, then stared down at the coffee table littered with cigar packs, weed crumbs and empty plastic bags while he pondered his dad’s words echoing through his mind.
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Taz wasted no time getting the word out about the restaurant. Within just a span of five days, every table in the building was full.
Your dad walked in a little after eight, and you’d already been serving and preparing orders since six. He took one look at how packed it was and his eyes widened.
“What? Where did all these people come from?” He asks, “How are they all eating? We don’t have nearly enough inventory to feed them.”
You finished writing down a couple reminders for table six on your notepad while you conjured up something you could say.
Your mom walked through the door a couple seconds later and had the same astonishment on her face. They hadn’t had business that steady in months.
“Where did these customers come from?” She asks, and her and your dad both waited on your reply.
“They just came in out of nowhere. I don’t know, but isn’t it great?” You sent a smile, but they didn’t know what to think.
“Well… Yeah, it’s amazing but how are they all- how did you manage to-“
“Dad, Mom, I’m just gonna be honest. I used some of my savings to replenish this place, okay? I don’t want to hear anything else about it. The business is steady and we’ve made more money this morning than we’ve made in the last week.”
You tried to leave it at that in the case that they’d be able to call your bullshit, but they followed you back to the kitchen.
“Y/n, what do you mean you spent your savings on this? You know we never want you to use your own money to clean up mine and your dad’s mess.”
You could see the pain behind your mom’s eyes and it killed you inside.
“This is my business one day too.” You remind them, making sure to look both of them in the eyes. “Dad was talking about selling it to the Mercado’s and I couldn’t just sit here and let that happen. I love this place just as much as you do. I did this for our family.”
You could see that they had no idea what to say, but the gratitude in their eyes spoke volumes.
At least that part wasn’t a lie. You did do this for the family, but they just didn’t know the half of what you had done.
“We will talk about this later.” Your dad gruffly states before he wraps his arm around your shoulder and pulls you into his side. It was a silent thank you and you knew that.
“Love you dad.” You muttered, “And you, mom.”
Your mom joined in on the quick group hug before it was time to tackle the task at hand. You headed back out to check on some tables and they both headed towards the grill to start cooking the orders you had pinned to the board.
By the time seven o’clock rolled around, business only just started slowing down.
You counted the register down and calculated how much you made in just over twelve hours.
You figured if you could keep this up, you’d have Taz paid off in no time.
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Tyler’s gloved grip around the steering wheel was tight as he sped away from the bridge.
He kept glancing in the rear view, paranoid that he was being followed even though he made sure nobody was around when the act took place.
He ground his teeth as he took a few backroads back to the complex to make double sure that he was covering his tracks.
The sound of the splash when the body hit the water was echoing in his mind and he couldn’t put a stop to it. He could feel it eating him alive from the inside out and made a note to get as drunk as fucking possible when he gets back to his apartment.
He pulled around back and stayed in the car for another few minutes just trying to recollect himself, but he failed at doing so.
There was a horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach, something along the lines of gut wrenching guilt and hatred towards himself but he knew just like all the other times he’s felt it before, he couldn’t let it get to him.
This was just business, as his dad always says.
He slowly made his way in through the back door and up to Taz’s office. He knocked in code again and didn’t bother stepping in when his dad said to.
“It’s done.” He muttered, about to shut the door and head down to his apartment but Taz stopped him.
“Tyler” he made him pause before the door fully shut, hanging his head. “Let’s uh.. Let’s talk, son.”
He didn’t want to and that much was clear to Taz, but he knew how Tyler gets when he has to handle people. He always tries to avoid it, but that only leads to the business losing money and sometimes the consequences have to be faced for that.
Tyler sunk down in the chair and kept his eyes trained on his mud stained shoes. Taz walked over to one of the cabinets on the far side of the room and pulled out a bottle of Bourbon along with two glasses.
Tyler glanced up when he heard the clink of the glass against the wooden desktop and watched his dad pour his to the brim before sliding it over.
He hesitated for a moment but he knew that was the one thing he needed above all else tonight, and wasted no time downing that entire glass and sliding it back for another round.
“I know these things are tough on you-“ Taz says as he fills the glass. “It’ll get easier with time.”
But Tyler wasn’t entirely sure about that. He couldn’t imagine being cold and ruthless like his dad. As much as he wished he could flip a switch turn his humanity off, he couldn’t. He’s tried and failed miserably.
“You got your mother’s heart.” He chuckles. “That’s not a bad thing, but it’s not gonna work if you plan to take over this business one day. You know that already though.”
Tyler silently listens, but the sound of the splash keeps washing over his dad’s words every time it comes back to haunt him.
“You didn’t kill the guy.” Taz shrugs. “If he’s lucky enough he’ll regain consciousness before he drowns. You just… you just knocked him out and… well, he lost his footing and fell over the bridge.”
Tyler felt sick at those words. He knew that wasn’t true and couldn’t ever understand how his dad could falsify the events like that.
Michael wasn’t coming up for air. He was knocked out cold with the brass knuckles stuffed in Tyler’s back pocket. He watched him sink. He was dead and there was no justifiable way around that.
But he didn’t argue with his dad. He simply sat there and downed another shot until he felt his body start to buzz.
“Just business son.” Taz reminded him for the millionth time. “Don’t take it to heart.”
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You woke up bright and early, ready to tackle another day at the restaurant. You knew that at some point Hook would be getting in contact with you and something about that made you feel a little nervous, but you tried to avoid it.
You had a good bit of money ready for him that you kept stashed away in his briefcase in your trunk. After deducting everything for inventory and bills for the next few months and hoping you were calculating everything accurately, you managed to have a good chunk left over to go towards your debt to them.
Your parents were already at the restaurant preparing breakfast orders. For the first time in a while, they had smiles on their faces when they talked to each other.
They noticed you when you walked in and waved you into the kitchen.
“We’re going to pay you back every penny.” Your mom says. “How much did it take to make this happen? Your dad is going keep track of how much we owe you.”
You shook your head though, already knowing that you were the one who handled the profits and you were already taking cuts to pay Taz back in the first place. The last thing you needed was for them to figure that out.
“I don’t need the money back. It wasn’t much, and I don’t care. I’ll make it back working here.” You offered a convincing smile but your dad shook his head.
“Absolutely not.” He says. “You used money that should’ve been put towards a new car or house, anything else but here. We are paying you back. Just give us a price and we’ll take it out of the monthly profits.”
“No.” You quickly blurted, but tried to recompose yourself. “I’ll just.. If you’re not gonna budge on this, i’ll take out a couple hundred each month until I get the money back. Sound good?”
They both eyed each other but then shrugged, accepting it. You felt a little bit of relief, but not much. Lying to them was never something that you were good at. Nine times out of ten your mom always found out everything without even trying to. But this wasn’t something you could let them get into and you knew that.
A few hours later, you felt your phone buzz in your pocket while you were pouring some glasses of tea and nearly dropped the entire pitcher.
“Shit” you muttered under your breath as you scrambled to take the phone out.
On the screen was a message from an unknown number that had an off the wall area code but you knew exactly who it was.
106 clarkson drive. 3pm.
You didn’t know whether or not you were supposed to say anything back so you left the message on read and pulled the address up on the gps.
It was nothing but trees it looked like, and nearly forty minutes away from you. You were unsure how to feel about that. Part of you kind of wanted to be sick, but there was no reason, right? You had the money ready.
It was already almost two and you had to think fast for a reason why you needed to leave early. It was the dead middle of lunch rush and you weren’t sure how your parents were going to react, but you didn’t have a choice.
“Hey” you called over to your dad. “I’m gonna leave in about fifteen minutes, but i’ll be back. I just- Skye called and she’s having some issues with Kyle and really needs me.”
“Awe” Your mom comes up from behind. “I love those two together. I hope they work it out.”
“I’m sure they will.” You sent a smile. “But you know, I just need to be there for her. I won’t be out all day and when I get back, I’ll stay late and close so you guys can go and do something. Maybe go on a date?”
Your dad laughed at that as he prepared a philly.
“Don’t worry about it.” Your mom tells you. “You’ve been showing up at the crack of dawn every morning. Go take the rest of the day off. Your dad and I will be fine.”
You felt relief at the success of yet another lie, and thanked them before you stocked the front and clocked out.
You were getting that familiar twist in your stomach again once you pulled out of the parking lot. Your hands were clammy, smearing sweat against the steering wheel as you headed towards a location you were unfamiliar with, to meet a man you may or may not have feared a little.
You tried to keep reminding yourself that everything was fine. You had the money you needed to give him and there was no reason for anything horrible to happen to you.
But Hook gave you the feeling that he could be unpredictable at the same time. He wasn’t someone you wanted to piss off, and you knew that.
You turned on a beaten down dirt road and noticed that there was nothing but thick woods around for miles when you checked the gps.
You were only two minutes away from this destination and wished you could simply just drop that briefcase off in the middle of the road and tell him to come pick it up after you bolt out of there, but obviously that wasn’t an option.
A sleek black car was parked off to side in a sandy spot and you recognized Hook when he stepped out with his hood over his head.
You felt your heart race and pulled off the dirt road, parking behind him before you popped the trunk and opened your door.
He was slowly walking towards your car with his hands tucked in his pocket. His hair was falling over his eyes, so you couldn’t see them.
You tried to keep your hands from trembling as you pulled the briefcase out of the trunk, and he looked both ways to make sure nobody was around, even though you were out in the middle of nowhere.
You closed the trunk and set the briefcase on top, about to put in the code he told you a week ago, but his hand slammed on top of it.
You jumped back from him, and he silently grabbed the case and spun it towards him, putting the code in himself.
“I doubt you would have a gun in here, but I don’t know you like that.” He mutters, explaining his previous actions as he opens the top and looks down at the cash stacked.
“Two thousand.” You inform him, and see his eyes glance over at you before he takes the first stack out and starts counting for himself.
You watched nervously. You know you counted and recounted that money at least ten times but what if you made a mistake? Then you lied to the shark’s son.
He could hear your uneven breathing and as he reached down to grab a second stack, he asked, “You nervous?”
You felt your chest tighten, holding your breath until your blood rushed to your head. He didn’t look back over at you, continuing to count the money in hand.
He placed another stack down and moved on to the next one, tilting his head to the side as he quickly counted that one too, but slowed down when he reached the last bill.
You felt your body stiffen, wishing you would’ve counted one more time to make sure it was all there. He went back through that stack once again and pulled out one of the bills, placing it in the last stack.
You watched with confusion as he counted that one too, and again one more time before he took another single hundred out of the combined and passed it over to you.
You looked down at it, then up at him.
“A little over.” He muttered. “unless you want me to add this to it.”
You nodded back and he eyed you for a second before he tossed the bill lazily in the briefcase and closed it.
You felt a slight bit of relief but knew you wouldn’t be fully in the clear until you left him and that dirt road all together.
“Count more carefully next time.” He tells you. “If my dad was the one collecting he probably wouldn’t have told you it was over. But you would’ve known if you were short.”
Your blood ran cold at those words and all you could do was nod back, hoping that this encounter was about to be over.
He grabs the case and tucks it under his arm before he turns around and leans against the side of your car.
You can see his face better when he pushes his hair out of it, and from the looks of the dark circles you didn’t recall seeing before, he must not have been sleeping very well.
You stood there awkwardly, hiding your trembling hands by crossing your arms over your chest, but he already knew you were a nervous wreck.
“Is it the location or just me?” He asks, tilting his head slightly.
“…what?” You weakly asked, and he turned to fully face you, taking one step closer but not getting too close.
“The reason why you’re so scared right now.” He clarified, “Is it the woods, or is it me?”
“it’s- I don’t- I’m not-“
He narrowed his eyes in on you when he watched you fail miserably to produce the words. He didn’t like the affect he was having on you but he wasn’t gonna let you know that.
“You kept your word this week. My dad will be happy, so I’m happy. We’re all happy here.” He says with a dead tone. You didn’t see a single trace of happiness on that man’s face. You weren’t sure he knew what happiness even was.
His eyes were lifeless as they could be. Cold and bone chilling. He had a stern yet somehow emotionless expression each time you looked at him, and you couldn’t ever imagine a smile on his face, either.
“Okay” you whispered simply because you didn’t know what else to say, and he nodded tightly before he took a step back and spun around.
“Next week.” He calls out without glancing back at you.
“Okay.” You shakily say back before you’re finally able to get in your car and drive off.
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Taz wasn’t in the office and Tyler knew he wasn’t permitted to be in there without the permission, so he took the briefcase to his apartment and waited for his dad to return the text he sent, letting him know he’s got money waiting.
He slung the case down on the couch and collapsed onto it himself, leaning back against the cushions, staring blankly at the fan spinning on the ceiling.
He kept thinking about how nervous he was when he had to meet up with that restaurant girl earlier. He was worried she wouldn’t have the money, like he expected, and he didn’t know how he’d have to handle that.
It relieved him to no end when he opened up that briefcase and saw that she had more than enough to suffice for the week.
He thought there’d be about two or three hundred dollars at most and even though his dad told her to pay back what she could each week, Tyler knew himself that his dad was not a patient man and wouldn’t be too fond of getting paid in little increments at a time.
That’s why it confused him when he offered that part of the deal in the first place, but he knows what happens when he questions his dad’s decisions.
He waited around for about an hour, then got a text. He grabbed the briefcase and headed up to his dad’s office almost immediately.
He almost wished he could’ve taken a picture of the look that crossed Taz’s face when he saw the stacks of cash.
“Restaurant girl’s collect.” Tyler says as he sits down in the chair. “Twenty-one hundred.”
Taz glanced at his son and nodded, clearly satisfied with the weekly pay.
“Looks like business started booming.” He says as he takes the cash out. “That’s what I appreciate about having connections. Pretty soon they’re gonna have to open a bigger restaurant, and that means more profit for us when it’s signed over to her. if they know how to sustain it.”
Tyler pursed his lips and looked down at the floor. He didn’t know much about that restaurant in the first place and that alone told him that it obviously wasn’t anything special. He didn’t care to have a cut when y/n takes it over but maybe that’ll be so far in the future that his dad won’t even care about it anymore either.
“You know, I was thinking about what you said the other day.” Taz says as he skims through the bills. “About how you didn’t agree with me making a deal on a small family business. You remember.”
“Yeah” Tyler nodded.
“It wasn’t so much the business as it was the girl herself.” Taz tells him. “She really cares about her family. Seems to me like you were wrong when you said she didn’t know what she was doing. I think she did, but her loyalty to her family was more important to her.”
Tyler’s eyes drop down to the desk. He already knew his dad was right about that stubborn girl who just wanted to keep the family’s business afloat, but that didn’t change the fact that she was treading on dangerous territory trying to make it happen.
“I kind of admired that, I won’t lie to you. I really hope she’s able to keep this up.” Taz says as he finishes counting the cash.
Tyler had already pondered all the scenarios that would come if she wasn’t able to, though. Truthfully that was the first thing he thought about the second he saw her.
He knew a girl like her had no business getting involved in anything such as this, but he was pretty sure she didn’t understand that, and for that reason he just didn’t want to bring her up to his dad’s office at all to begin with.
But he realized that she was stubborn as hell when he tried to get her to come to her senses. It wasn’t solely for her, but for him as well, because he didn’t want to have to deal with her after she fails to keep her word.
That’s something that he thinks about quite a bit now, but he won’t tell his dad that. It’ll just be another one of those, you can’t take it to heart lectures that he’ll receive and he’s sick of hearing that shit.
He hopes that everything works out the way restaurant girl and taz agreed on, but he can’t deny the fact that he doesn’t have a lot of faith in that.
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You were about six hours in to your eight hour shift, feeling the ache in the soles of your feet from constantly being on them all day but you appreciated it nonetheless.
Business was still steady even though it was storming outside and each day that passes, the restaurant doubles it’s money.
You weren’t sure how Taz managed to bring in so many customers but you were thankful for it.
Skye dropped by around seven that evening to grab something to eat to take home to Kyle, but the second you saw her you knew your mom would ask about the problems they’re not even having and had to come up with yet another lie to tell another person.
“Hey” you grabbed her wrist, pulling her off to the side. She looked at you with a concerned look.
“So I had to leave early the other day and I used you as an excuse to my parents” you quickly rambled, “I told them you and Kyle were arguing so you needed me to come hang out with you. Just, if they ask, I was with you all day last Friday.”
Skye’s brows knitted together. “Okay” she draws out. “But where did you have to go that you couldn’t be honest with them?”
You couldn’t be honest with her either though. It was clearly stated in the contract.
“I just had to run some errands and didn’t want them, like, asking where I was at and whatever. Nothing big.” You blurt out, but it was clear as day that she didn’t buy it.
“Do I know these errands?” She smirks.
God you hoped not.
“It was nothing like that.” You rolled your eyes. “Literally just simple shit like getting my car washed and running to the store. I just didn’t tell them cause… I don’t know why. I just didn’t.”
She pursed her lips, eyeing you skeptically and you did your best not to show how nervous that made you feel.
“Hm.” He hums. “If you say so.”
She grabs the bag with her and Kyle’s to go boxes and was just about to turn and leave before your mom just had to walk out from the back last minute.
“Skye!” She greeted her. “It’s been a minute since we saw you. Look at this place, it’s finally picking up huh?”
Your mom flashed her proud smile at you and it left an aching feeling in your heart.
“Yes ma’am, it definitely is.” Skye smiles back. “You guys deserve this so much! Everyone in town should be coming here, honestly. My favorite place to get lunch any day of the week.”
“Awe, you’re sweet.” Your mom says. “You know you don’t have to pay here though. I don’t know why you keep insisting.”
“Doesn’t feel right if I don’t.” Skye shrugs.
Just then, you heard your dad call your mom back into the kitchen and felt an ounce of relief.
“Well I hope we see you again soon honey.” She says, then looks down at you. “You can go ahead and clock out if you want to, also. Your dad and I can take it from here. Go out and do something tonight. You deserve it.”
There was that pain in your heart again. All the pride your mom had for you just extended the guilt you felt, but you knew there was nothing you could do about it. You just had to try to force it away and keep doing what you had to do.
“I think i’ll stay. I don’t have anything to do anyway.” You say before you look back at table nine, who were getting low on their drinks. “Gonna go check on my tables.” You quickly blurted before you walked around the counter.
Skye left right after that, bidding a quick goodbye to your mom before she headed out.
You were over by the drink station refilling some glasses when you caught a glimpse as someone fairly recognizable, even from the back came in and took a seat at the last table.
How you knew it was him before you even got a good look at his face was something you didn’t understand, but you assumed it was the black hoodie you only ever seen him wear.
You tried to avoid making eye contact so maybe he wouldn’t know you noticed him come in until you served drinks to your tables and checked up on some customers, basically just buying yourself time while you wondered why he was even there in the first place.
He was watching you, you could feel it. His stare was burning a hole right through you, and you couldn’t help but to struggle just trying to do your ordinary tasks.
You wrote down one last order and it came out a little bit hard to read, but you turned it in to your dad anyway before you had no other choice but to go approach the last table.
His arms were folded on top of it while he looked around the restaurant, observing. He didn’t look back at you until you slowly approached him, standing a bit at a distance and he noticed that.
“What can I get you to drink?” You asked. It was always the way you start off. You placed a menu down in front of him but he pushed it back towards you, bringing his eyes up to look into yours.
“I’m good.” He gruffly mutters.
You awkwardly picked the menu back up and let the confusion you were feeling wash over your face. You kept your voice to a minimum as you leaned towards him slightly, ensuring that nobody else around would be able to hear you.
“Do I owe you something?”
He simply shook his head, remaining silent.
“Then why are you here?” You managed to ask, but felt like you shouldn’t be asking this man any questions in the first place.
You saw the way his lips pulled slightly to the side. “I’m just seeing what this place is about.” He tells you.
Something about that didn’t sit right with you, but you knew you wouldn’t ask him to leave anyway. He locked his eyes on your dad when he called out a table’s order for you to come pick up.
When you did, he just watched you. Watched how you talked to the customers and how you were clearly unable to focus on anything after talking to him. He watched the people filing out when a party of nine left, and he watched you clean up all the empty plates and cups afterwards.
You felt those eyes on you the entire time, but you didn’t look back at him. You were so nervous under his gaze you couldn’t even keep your hands from shaking until you were out of his sights completely.
You stayed in the back for a while doing some dishes, stalling for time basically.
You were wondering why Hook was even there, and if something bad was meant to happen for some reason. Any time you’re around him you just have this strange feeling of impending doom that you can’t shake.
You knew he was keeping an eye on you, probably to make sure you were doing everything you needed to do to keep the business booming. Considering that you were well over your head in debt to his dad, you could understand that. Still didn’t change the fact that you disliked him even stepping foot in the restaurant, though.
“Go ahead and start closing out front. I’ll handle the rest.” Your mom broke you from your thoughts as she grabbed a plate from your hand that you were barely even washing.
You were reluctant but you knew you couldn’t tell her why, so you stiffly nodded before you grabbed a washcloth and spray and headed back out front.
By this point, the restaurant had cleared out significantly, and the only two tables left were a family of three on one side and Hook on the other.
You wiped down all the tables around the two that were occupied and tried your best not to acknowledge his stare when you were finishing cleaning the table in front of his.
There was only a few things to do before you were able to start breaking down the drink station and officially call it a night, but you weren’t sure if he knew what time you closed or not, considering he was just sitting there pointlessly.
You grabbed a few empty plates from the family of three and took them to the back, dropping them in the sink where your mom was finishing up the last of the dishes.
“What did that guy in the back order?” Your mom asks. You felt your stomach knot up at the mention of him, but kept it as cool as you could on the outside.
“Just a drink.” You lied.
“He’s cute.” She says, like she usually does when an attractive guy who looks to be around your age comes in to the restaurant. She always tries to get you to talk to them, but you don’t know how many times you have to tell her you’re not trying to be in a relationship with anybody right now.
On top of that, Hook wasn’t cute. He definitely wasn’t the sweet, charming guy that she would love for you to bring home for her to meet. He was the one she’d certainly tell you to stay far away from, if she knew the first thing about him.
“Not really.” You tell her before you leave that conversation all together.
When you walked back out front, the heaviness lingering in the air had disappeared, and so did he. It was crazy how his mere presence brought on a shift in the atmosphere that you could immediately feel the weight being lifted when he was gone.
The family of three was just getting up from their table and heading out. You told them to have a great night before you grabbed that washcloth and spray bottle you set down earlier and cleaned off the last table of the night, all the while staring over at the empty seat Hook was sitting in before.
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Tyler knocked on his dad’s office door around midnight. He was dead tired, but that was usual.
When he was called in, his dad was expectantly waiting, waving him in. He sat down in the chair and tried to keep his eyes from crossing, but he was nearly on the verge of passing out from pure exhaustion, thanks to some things keeping him up at night.
“I stopped by the restaurant.” He mutters.
“And?” Taz urges.
“It’s on the right track.”
Taz nods as he files some papers away in his drawer.
“I expected as much. Gonna have you check in a few times here and there to make sure everything’s straight.” he tells him.
“Don’t you have people doing that already?” Tyler asked. He couldn’t help the aggravation in his tone. He was dragging and grouchy and his dad could see it.
“Yes, but what’s one more?” Taz shrugs. “I prefer all eyes I can get when my money is involved.”
Tyler wanted to roll his eyes but he didn’t. He truthfully wanted no part in any of this when it came to the restaurant girl and the deal his dad had with her. But he knew it wasn’t working that way.
“Still distraught over the other guy?” Taz asked, noting his son’s rather poor condition. The dark bags under his bloodshot eyes were a dead giveaway of the state he was in.
Tyler shook his head dishonestly, and Taz eyed him, choosing not to call his bluff.
“Go get some sleep. Need you in better shape than that in the morning. We got a run to make to the east side of town around nine.”
Tyler was more than just a little displeased to hear that.
“To do what?”
“Starks has an issue we need to help him out with.” Taz informs. “Someone’s been caught snooping around his property.”
Tyler knew what that meant. Another body to get rid of. He didn’t mind it as much since he wasn’t the one taking the life. If anything, it was somehow refreshing. At least he wasn’t being sent to catch the person lurking around.
“Alright.” He lowly speaks as he stands up from his seat. “I’ll be up.”
Taz watches as his son drags his feet across the floor, making his way towards the door.
“Tyler” he calls out to him right before he leaves. He glances over his shoulder back at his dad.
“Business is business.” He reminds him yet again. “You didn’t do anything wrong. The guy knew the deal when he signed the papers. Stop letting it eat you up inside and go get some sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.”
But Tyler couldn’t help but to think about it. It was haunting his dreams, so he didn’t sleep.
Another bottle of liquor was downed and two blunts were faced after he got back to his apartment, just in an attempt to turn the shit off that was eating away at him piece by piece.
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You knew today was the day you were supposed to meet Hook with another payment, but last time he texted you to meet him around three, and it was already six-thirty and you still hadn’t heard anything from him.
You were getting ready to clock out as you counted down the drawer. You had another two grand to go towards your debt and counted it six times to make sure it was the exact amount.
You had plans to go out with Skye, Willow and Anna later on and were starting to get anxious. You knew you probably weren’t supposed to text him first, but when you clocked out around seven-fifteen, that’s exactly what you did.
Instead of saying anything about the money, you simply sent him a question mark. At least you knew you made the attempt even if he never texts back, but that alone made you incredibly nervous. That would mean you were late on the second payment, even if it is his fault. Right?
You went back to your apartment to start getting ready, and had a couple texts come through as you were doing your hair. You rushed to grab your phone but a bit of disappointment sunk in when it was Anna, already a little tipsy asking where you were at.
You sighed, stressed to the point where you could feel your stomach twisting up in those knots you’ve been getting a lot lately, as you sent back your reply.
You made pretty quick work of getting yourself ready before you headed out to the bar, but made sure you kept your phone volume up so you wouldn’t miss the text if Hook ever does decide to send one. You had the money stuffed in a purse you never used in your trunk, so it was ready.
You were still anxious but hoped a couple drinks with the girls would take your mind off of it. You didn’t intend to get too drunk but every time the four of you get together, it seems like that’s always inevitable.
“Hey!” They all greet you in unison when you finally get to the bar. They were sitting at the round table in the middle, with one seat left open for you.
“Hey” You smiled as you took that seat, hoping they wouldn’t be able to tell that you were internally more anxious than you’ve probably ever been in your life.
“We ordered you crown and coke” Willow tells you, sliding the first shot your way and you were so thankful for it when you downed that glass.
“Congrats on the restaurant” Anna says, “Skye was just telling us how much it’s been thriving lately!”
You had that weird sensation of guilt hit you, but you forced it away and feigned a proud smile.
“Thank you.” You say, tapping your fingers anxiously over the table. “Yeah it’s- it’s really been doing great lately. We got lucky.”
“We’re all gonna stop by Sunday and eat.” Willow adds. “Tell your dad we missed his phillys”
You smiled at that, then Anna turned around to order another round of shots.
“Kyle said if it keeps going at this rate, you guys are gonna have to hire some extra help around there.” Skye says, “And he has a little cousin who’s looking for a job. She’s nineteen and never had one before but if it’s something your parents would consider, you can tell them about her.”
That was something you thought about already too. You definitely felt like you needed to hire extra employees with the way business picked up but under the circumstances, you didn’t want to add anyone else to the mix. In the case that everything ends up backfiring. You didn’t even want your parents there anymore. You would’ve carried the whole restaurant on your back if you could.
“Yeah, i’ll talk to them.” You lied.
“Guess who texted me the other day.” Anna says as she pulls out her phone.
“Who?” Skye asks, “Wait, don’t tell me… Jack?”
You watched the smile spread on Anna’s face and a bit of a blush creep to her cheeks.
“Just hook up already.” Willow rolls her eyes. “You’re like two lovesick teenagers too scared to tell each other how you really feel.”
Anna rolls her eyes back and continues typing, and that reminds you to check your phone too, but there was still no message from Hook.
“I’m tired of hearing you talk about him honestly.” Skye teases. “All you need to do is tell him you want him and he’s all yours. It’s really that simple. How do you think I got with Kyle? He didn’t confess his feelings for me, I did. Men need you to do that in order to make a bold move, trust me.”
“Agreed.” Willow chimes in.
Just then, another round of shots was delivered by a guy with warm brown eyes and a bright smile. You noticed him when he reached the table and immediately felt yourself smiling back when he shot that grin your way.
Skye and Willow both watched the way you were grinning, blushing, the whole nine, and when he dropped the drinks off and walked back over to the bar, they both had the same idea.
“Go get his number.” Skye was the first to say it, causing Anna to snap back into the conversation. She was too caught up texting Jack to realize the guy was even there in the first place.
“Who?” She asks, glancing between you, Skye and Willow.
“The cute bartender guy. Y/n was eyeing him pretty hard.” Willow adds in, but you rolled your eyes at that.
“I was not eyeing him. He’s cute, I was just appreciating his attractiveness.” You shrugged, grabbing your drink and taking a few sips.
“Go appreciate it some more. Looked like he was doing the same thing.” Skye tries to encourage you, but you really didn’t have the desire to.
“Nah, no guys tonight. I’m here with you three for a reason. It’s girl’s night.” You held up your glass up and they all cheers it.
“Still think you should do it.” Skye mutters before she takes a sip of her drink.
“Agreed.” Willow adds. “It’s about time you start putting yourself out there again. I know you said you never wanted to after what happened with…” You shot her a look and she avoided your exes name all together.
“I’m just saying, not every guy is gonna fuck you over. You won’t know that until you see for yourself, and you won’t see it unless you try.”
You shrugged your shoulder and downed the rest of your drink. You didn’t want to think about any of that stuff. It’s been two years since you got your heart completely shattered by a man you had all intentions to marry, and the wound still burned when you thought about it.
“She’ll do it when she’s ready.” Anna adds, sending you a soft smile. “You can’t rush these things. We all know one day Y/n is gonna be the one to find a man and fall hopelessly in love with him, get married, have a ton of babies and live happily ever after while we’re still sitting here wondering why we don’t have rings on our fingers yet.”
Skye laughed at that, a little louder than she normally would which meant she was definitely starting to feel the alcohol.
“You’re probably right.” Willow shakes her head.
“Yeah, Kyle and I talk about getting married all the time but he never fucking asks me!” She dramatically shrugs her shoulders.
“He’s just nervous babe.” Anna says. “You probably have to be the one to ask him.” She jokes.
“At this point, most likely.” Skye shakes her head.
It was then that you felt your phone buzzing in your pocket and quickly went for it. On the screen was finally a text from Hook.
behind the apartment. soon.
“What?” Skye called you out when she caught your reaction. You quickly locked your phone and stuffed it back in your pocket.
“Nothing” you shake your head. “Just my mom wondering where I went.”
“You moved back in with your parents?” Willow asked. “since when?”
“I didn’t” you blurt. “She just stopped by my apartment to drop off some stuff and saw that I wasn’t there. You know how she is.”
It was insane how easily you were beginning to come up with these lies. It didn’t make you feel good about yourself. You’d never had to lie to your best friends about anything before, but this was just something out of your control and you knew that.
Another round of shots was delivered by the same bartender and Skye and Willow both sent you knowing smirks when he set yours down in front of you and sent that warm smile your way again.
“Thank you” You beamed, and he nodded before he passed the other drinks around the table.
“Um, excuse me, sir-“ Skye called out to him before he got the chance to leave. You instantly felt your cheeks burn and kicked her under the table, but she acted like she didn’t feel it.
“Do you have a girlfriend?” She asks, and clearly the guy was a little taken back by that question, but he answered it anyway.
“I don’t.” He smiled back at her.
“Interesting.” Skye taps her fingers against the table, letting her eyes purposely wander over to you, and the bartender clearly picked up on that.
“Sorry about her” You blurt out when his eyes land back on you. “She’s drunk. Don’t pay her any attention.”
“I’m a little tipsy, not drunk, and my friend thinks you’re really hot.” She laid it all out on the table and your mouth dropped.
The bartender’s smile widened, cheeks flushing a bit.
“This is y/n” Skye points at you, and he turns his head to look at you again.
“Nice to meet you, y/n” he holds out his hand, and you take it despite the way you were nearly imploding from Skye calling you out and putting you on the spot like that.
“Nice to meet you too. And sorry about her, again. We’re not trying to bother you.” You managed to chuckle, but he shakes his head.
“Not a bother at all. Just let me know if you need anything.” He smirks before he lets your hand go, and you only nod back before he heads back to the bar.
“Wow” Willow gapes. “Skye, I can’t believe you just did that.”
“What? Broke the ice? She clearly wasn’t going to.”
“Because I didn’t want to.” You cut in, “You know I’m not trying to get with anybody right now. Why would you do that?”
“Because I know what you need.” Skye retorts. “You have got to stop avoiding guys all together just because of what Friedman did to you years ago.”
You rolled your eyes and the tensions at the table escalated when she mentioned Max’s name. They never did that.
“Sorry.” She huffed. “I was just trying to help you out. I want you to be happy. That’s it.”
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Tyler shot up straight out of bed after he finally woke up from a serious crash. After him and his dad got back from handling Ricky’s little problem, he hit the bed and didn’t wake up until almost nine at night.
“Fuck!” He shouts when he notices the time and the message on his screen from the restaurant girl. “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck.”
He quickly typed back before he headed up to Taz’s office, rushing to it, more so.
He knocked on the door and when his dad called him in, he could see the clear aggravation on his face.
“If you don’t have money in your pocket I don’t know why you’re standing in my office right now, son.”
“I’m getting it.” He says.
“It’s late already. This is only the second week.”
“It was my fault. I passed out when we got back from Starks’ place. She’s coming to drop it off.”
Taz tapped his fingers against the table and pulled the glasses off his face.
“No more of this.” He demands. “These excuses and the slacking you’re doing lately. It’s really starting to piss me off!”
“It’s not an excuse.” Tyler’s voice raises, making his dad shoot him a look. “She already has the money. I just didn’t text her letting her know where to meet cause I crashed. I’ll bring it to you as soon as I get it tonight.”
“I understand that.” Taz says. “Maybe she’s not late, but you are. That’s still just as bad to me. You need to be on top of this shit, son.”
Tyler’s mouth clamped shut, grinding his teeth against each other.
“What about Callis.” He tacked on. “You gonna remember to collect from him tomorrow, or are you gonna be too busy sleeping?”
“I’m meeting him at noon.” Tyler said, balling his fists inside his hoodie pocket. “You’ll have the money around one.”
“I better, son. I wanna see you straighten up. All this moping around you’re doing and forgetting your collects isn’t gonna work around here. Don’t let this happen again.”
Tyler tightly nodded and turned back to the door, rolling his eyes when his dad wasn’t looking. He headed back down to his apartment and felt the weight of the whole fucking world bearing down on him.
All the pressure he felt to keep his dad’s business in line was something he knew he would never escape from. The fact that one simple mistake on his part could be detrimental to anyone involved was never something he could fully accept without feeling like the devil himself.
He waited around until ten minutes to eleven, then got a text that said almost there, and headed out his apartment and down to the back.
He stood off in the corner, covered by the shadows and waited until he saw headlights slowly turning in. He only pushed himself off the wall when he was sure it was her car.
She stepped out with a bit of a stumble and stood there awkwardly. Clearly she was nervous again, but something else about her was a little off too.
He eyed her for a moment while she didn’t move, standing still as stone in front of her door.
“You got the money?” He asked, and she quickly nodded before leaning down to push the button to pop the trunk, and bumping her head on the inside of the car when she stood back up.
She stumbled back a little and he just watched her, knitting his brows.
He walked over to her trunk and lifted the top, finding a black purse laying inside. He grabbed it, shaking his head.
“Should really invest in a briefcase with a lock.” He muttered as he slung the purse on top of the trunk. “Anyone could steal this shit.”
“Nobody knows it’s in there.” She slurred her words and he noticed. He paused with his hand in the bag and glanced over at her.
“Are you drunk?” He asks, and she simply stares up at him like she’s done something wrong. Wide, round eyes filled with all kinds of worry.
He shakes his head again before he starts counting the money, but gets interrupted when she can’t help but to say something that’s been on her mind all night long.
“Taz knows i’m not late, right?” She blurted, and he eyed her again, seeing the genuine concern on her face.
“He knows.” He muttered before he goes back to counting. She felt a little relief, but not much.
She wondered how he managed to accurately count the cash when it was nearly pitch dark outside. The only source of light was the dim streetlight off a little ways.
He skimmed through the cash and stacked them accordingly off to the side, and she just watched as he did it.
She wasn’t as nervous as before and maybe that was just because of the shots she had at the bar, but she appreciated it. She wasn’t scared to really look at him this time.
He felt her staring though, but he didn’t acknowledge it. He kept his eyes trained on the money while she was observing the way his lips moved when he silently counted.
She also noticed that he had some tattoos peeking out from under the sleeve of his hoodie and wondered what they were, but of course she wasn’t going to ask him.
“Two K.” He nods, stuffing the cash back in the purse. “wait here.” He says before he walks past her and through the door of the complex.
She leans against the car and stares at that door, waiting for him to come back. she didn’t know why he told her to wait, until he came back with that empty purse about five minutes later.
She grabbed it from him and tossed it in the trunk, then stood there aimlessly because she wasn’t sure if she was excused to leave yet.
He stood a little distance from her, wondering why she showed up so drunk in the first place, but that wasn’t his business, and he didn’t know why he was thinking about it in the first place.
“So everything’s okay?” She asked, and he knitted his brows back at that.
“What do you mean by that?”
“Like, Taz knows I had the money and… Everything’s okay?”
He could tell that she was scared, she wasn’t good at hiding it even with who knows how much alcohol in her system.
“Yeah.” He nods. “He just got it. Told him it was me that was late, not you. Its all good.”
“Okay.” She breathes out a breath of relief and he could tell that immediately. It just reminded him of the fear he puts in everyone’s hearts, but that’s what he’s supposed to do. It’s not like he has a choice.
“Next week, restaurant girl.” He says before trying to turn back and go inside, but her voice stops him.
“Restaurant girl?”
He pauses with his hand on the door knob and glances over his shoulder at her. “Yeah?” he shrugs.
“You don’t know your client’s names?” She asks, and he turns back around to face her, crossing his arms.
“Restaurant girl.” He shrugs again. “and you’re not my client. You’re my dad’s. I’m just doing the work for him.”
“But I still have a name and it’s not restaurant girl.” She shuffles on her feet, looking at the ground. She wouldn’t have said anything if she wasn’t so damn drunk.
“It’s y/n.” She says as she picks her eyes up to look at him again.
His lips form into a tight line and brows knit together again, wondering why he’s even standing there listening to this wasted restaurant girl in the first place when he could be inside smoking a blunt like he wants to.
He didn’t even know what to say back to her, so he just stared at her until she started feeling nervous all over again, ten times worse, like she’d overstepped and pissed the shark’s son off.
“I just- i’m gonna go.” She quickly excused herself, and he watched as she stumbled to her car.
“You’re gonna drive like that?” He calls out before she got the chance to open up the door. “Cause my dad’s not gonna be happy if something happens to you and he can’t get the rest of his money. Kind of a stupid choice you’re making.”
She pauses, slowly turning back to face him.
“I’m just gonna go home. It’s not that far.” her voice was a barely there whisper, but he rolls his eyes and pulls his phone out his pocket.
He types something up and she just watches, until he lifts his eyes to her again.
“Uber’s on the way. You can pick up your car tomorrow morning before my dad wakes up and sees it out here. So be here before six.”
“I don’t need an uber, I’ll be fine.” She adamantly refuses, about to open up her door, but his strong voice stops her in her tracks.
“Y/n, don’t get behind the wheel like that. That’s fucking stupid. Just wait for this uber and come get your car in the morning.”
She turned back around slowly, taking her hand off the door handle in defeat. She leaned against the car and crossed her arms over her chest, and he leaned back against the wall and did the same.
There was a moment of tense silence between them. She stared down at the pavement and he stared at her.
“Make sure you’re here before six.” He reminds her, knowing she was drunk off her ass. “I don’t want to have to explain to my dad why your car is out here. That’s bad for business.”
She looked back up at him and nodded, pulling out her phone and already setting a five o’clock, five-fifteen and five-thirty alarm so she’ll make sure she’s up.
He watched as she stuffed the phone back in her pocket and stared back down at the ground, clearly avoiding eye contact with him.
He glanced down the alleyway and then back at his phone, noting that the uber was only a few minutes out and pushed himself off the wall.
“Come on.” he muttered, heading out from behind the complex, towards the sidewalk.
She followed him, and stopped when he stopped out in front of the apartments. He looked to both sides of him, and there were a few people on the street but none of them paid any attention to him and her.
He silently leaned against the wall and she awkwardly stood next to him, anxiously rubbing her hands together as she waited on the car to come and pick her up.
They heard two gunshots ringing in the distance. She jumped, he didn’t flinch.
She looked up at him with worried eyes, and he didn’t look back down at her when he said, “Happens all the time.”
She was more than ready to get the hell out of that side of town, so when the uber pulled up, she was more than just relieved.
He pushed off the wall and stepped up to the driver’s window, leaning down to say something to him but she didn’t hear what it was.
He tapped the hood twice before he looked back at her, then proceeded to open the back door.
She was a bit surprised by that action, but she didn’t say anything about it except a quick, “Thank you” before she slipped inside.
Before he closed the door behind her she heard him say, “Tomorrow morning, don’t forget.” But before she could respond, he slammed the door.
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The next morning, just fifteen minutes before six, the uber dropped you off in front of the complex, and when you went to pay, he denied it.
“Covered.” He simply said before he unlocked the door. You looked at him confused for a second before thanking him and getting out of the backseat.
Your car was still parked where you vaguely remember leaving it, and you were thankful nobody stole it in the middle of the night.
You weren’t smart about leaving the keys in it, but that’s something that happens when you get drunk off your ass, you assumed.
You went to open the door, but it was locked. You tried again, and then moved onto all the other doors, and they were locked too.
You paused for a moment, trying to remember if you actually did have your keys when the uber picked you up last night, but you were sure you didn’t.
You leaned down and looked into the window, but there were no keys in sight.
“Fuck” You breathed out, pulling out your phone to see that it was getting real close to six and Hook was pretty adamant about you getting your car out of there before then.
You debated whether or not you should text him and tell him what was going on. He probably wouldn’t care in the first place, and if anything you’d probably just piss him off.
You tried to come up with a plan and realized the only thing you could really do was call your mom, since she had a spare… so basically, you couldn’t do anything.
You were starting to panic a little. Your thumb hovered over the keyboard, just about to type a message when you heard the door click behind you.
You spun around and saw Hook standing in the doorway shirtless with sweatpants sitting low on his hips. Your eyes slightly widened and he noticed that, wasn’t quite sure what that reaction was for but he didn’t ask questions.
“Here.” He steps out, tossing your keys. You looked down at them after the initial surprise of seeing him in the state he was in wore off.
“Went to make sure your doors were locked and realized you left your keys in the ignition last night.” He raspily mutters, “Would’ve either had a dead battery or no car today.”
You looked down at the keys, simply because looking at him was making you feel some strange sort of feelings.
You noticed that he had tattoos littering his skin. His chest, torso, arms and probably many more from what you assumed. Not to mention the sculpted abdomen he clearly put a lot of work into.
It was strange considering you only ever saw him in that black hoodie, and even stranger that you were feeling your heart race when he was standing so close, but not from fear like usual.
He tilted his head to the side, brown eyes staring down at you. He wasn’t stupid. He knew the effect he had on women, but didn’t expect you to be one of them.
You fumbled with your keys and dropped them like an idiot, and he stared at them on the ground before you bent down to pick them up.
It was funny to him, but he didn’t crack a smile.
“Well” you tried to play it all off, successfully looking back up at him and trying your best not to let your eyes wander elsewhere. “Thanks for not letting anyone take my car.”
“Mhm” he hummed, crossing his muscular arms over his chest. “Should be more careful about that. Maybe don’t drive drunk next time and you won’t have that problem.”
You vaguely recalled him basically scolding you the night before when you tried to leave. It was a distant memory thanks to the haze of the alcohol, but you know it happened.
“Yeah, I won’t.” You tell him, and he tilts his head back, peering his eyes at you for reasons you didn’t understand.
“We won’t tell my dad about this.” He says, and you nodded back.
If Taz would’ve known that he hit up one of the getaway drivers to take a drunk girl home, he would’ve lost his shit.
He already made sure Hobbs knew not to say a word about it, but he needed to make sure you knew not to as well.
“I mean it.” He sternly states, making sure you’re looking him in the eyes when he expresses how serious he is about that.
“Okay.” You tell him. “I won’t say anything. I wasn’t going to in the first place.”
He eyes you for a little longer before his gaze drops down to your keys that your nervously fidgeting with. The sound is annoying to him but he doesn’t say anything about it.
“My dad’s about to be up.” He tells you, and you take that as your time to get in the car and leave.
“Alright.” You say. “Uh- next week i’ll have more money. So, just let me know when to bring it to you.”
He nods before he spins around and makes his way back towards the door, and it’s then that you noticed another tattoo at the top of his spine.
You tore your eyes away when he glanced over his shoulder, watching as you unlocked your car door and got inside. He said nothing more before he went back into the complex, and you pulled out of the alleyway.
That whole Saturday was spent nursing a serious hangover, but by the time Sunday rolled around, you were back at work.
Skye, Anna and Willow all came in for lunch like they told you they would and since it wasn’t too busy, you were able to sit down and talk with them for a little while.
“So” you said as you took a seat. “That guy from the other night-“
“Cute bartender guy?” Skye asks.
“Yeah, him. He found me on instagram and followed, so thanks for that.” You said sarcastically.
“Did you follow him back at least?” Anna chimed in.
“Nope.” You shook your head, earning Skye’s eyes to narrow.
“Why not?” She asked.
“Cause I don’t even know him like that.” You retorted.
Skye’s eyes rolled. “You can still follow him back. He clearly was into you. Why else would he look you up and follow?”
“I get that, but I’m not trying to get with anyone right now. I told you that the other night.”
“It’s a fucking follow on instagram. It’s not like you’re jumping on his dick behind the bar.”
You were a little taken back at her sudden irritation and choice of words, to say the very least.
“Damn Skye.” Willow comments.
“I’m just saying.” She shrugs her shoulders before she plops a fry in her mouth.
“She’s just not ready yet.” Anna softly spoke up.
“She’s not doing shit if she just follows him back-“
“Why are you so concerned about this?” You interjected. Skye looked across the table at you when you interrupted her.
“Because I’m sick and tired of waiting for you to be happy again, y/n. Ever since Max you have literally been lifeless. I just want you to find someone who brings your smile back. That’s it.”
You dropped your eyes down to your phone and Anna and Willow both eyed you, waiting for a response. The tensions at the table were escalating and the silence was speaking volumes.
“Max isn’t the reason why i’m like this.” You spoke up after a moment. “Think what you want, but i’ve got more to worry about right now than a man. That’s the last thing on my mind. This restaurant is my biggest priority right now.”
Skye’s shoulders sunk. “I get that, but-“
“But you don’t, Skye.” You shook your head at her. “Because if you did understand, you wouldn’t even be worried about me having a boyfriend right now either. You’d be more concerned about the weight on my shoulders trying to keep this place up and running.”
Your snappiness made everyone drop their heads and you immediately felt bad for it, but you didn’t take your words back.
It wasn’t entirely Skye’s fault. Truthfully you knew you’d been on edge for the last few weeks thanks to having to keep so many secrets and lie to everyone you cared about. You constantly feared that your deal with the Senerchia’s would be found out and that led you into a spiral just contemplating what would happen next.
“I’m sorry.” Skye says, her voice barely audible and you thought you felt your heart crack when you heard it.
“It’s okay, Skye.” You softened up. “I just have a lot going on right now and I don’t want to add anything on top of it all. I love you, and I appreciate you just wanting me to be happy, but right now a man isn’t in the cards for me.”
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Tyler walked into the bar late Tuesday night. He needed to take his mind off things and the liquor stores were closed, so he assumed he’d pay a visit to that old place he used to frequent before life got complicated.
Dante was tending so he took a seat in one of the barstools and waited for his friend to finish serving drinks.
He noticed him when he walked back from the other end and immediately started making his signature. He passed it to Tyler who wasted no time downing it and sliding the glass back for another round.
“Everything cool?” he asks, and Tyler stiffly nods. He fills another glass and passes it back, and it was just another one that Tyler tipped back and downed in half a second.
Dante leaned against the bar and pulled out his phone, scrolling through his feed on instagram, which reminded him about the girl he followed not too long ago.
After checking his notifications, he saw that she still hadn’t followed back.
Tyler was staring at the glass in between his hands, waiting for his friend to get off the phone so he could get it filled again.
“Hey” he decides to turn to Tyler for some advice. “I met this girl the other night and her friend was… I don’t know, I think she was trying to get us to talk or something.”
Tyler’s eyes cut over to Dante, brows knitting under locks of messy hair.
“Anyway I found her on instagram and followed her but she never followed me back.” He says. “Think I should send her a message or something?”
Tyler blinked twice. It wasn’t common for him to be the one his boys turn to for any type of advice whatsoever. It felt weird to him.
“I’ll show you a picture of her.” Dante adds as he goes to the girl’s page.
He clicks on one of her at the beach over a summer. The picture was a year old but it was the most recent one on her account. He turns the phone to Tyler and when his eyes dropped down to that photo of restaurant girl in a bikini, he had to do a double take.
“She’s hot as hell.” Dante says before he turns the phone back. Tyler looks back down at his glass and thinks for a minute. He was debating whether or not he should tell him to shoot his shot or not. Leaning more towards not.
“Apparently she went to college too. Or maybe she’s in college still.” He says as he turns the phone to show Tyler another picture of her standing with two other girls in front of the university.
He thought back to when she told his dad she had to drop out to keep the family restaurant running. But he didn’t say anything.
“What do you think?” he asks before locking his phone and setting it down on the counter. “Should I message her or just take her not following me back as my answer.”
Tyler wordlessly slid his glass over to him, then tapped his knuckles against the countertop when there was nothing to occupy his hands.
Dante made another drink and passed it back, and that’s when Tyler finally spoke up.
“Up to you.” He shrugs. “I wouldn’t chase after her, but you’re not me.”
Dante picked up on Tyler’s vibe. His attitude was emitted stronger than it usually was. He just assumed he had another bad day. It wasn’t unusual for Tyler to be grouchy six days out the week. He didn’t take it personal.
“I mean, I don’t wanna seem pushy but this girl was something else, man.” he says. “I couldn’t take my eyes off her.”
Tyler thinks back to something that struck him the moment he remembered it. The gears start turning in his mind, and a question amounts from it all.
“What night?” He asks, trying to make it seem like he was just keeping the conversation going, but he was curious.
“Friday.” Dante tells him, and it all made sense when restaurant girl showed up drunk off her ass.
“Mm.” Tyler hums before he downs the glass he was holding. “Did you uh.. hook up with her?”
“Nah” He shook his head. “Would’ve if she wanted to, but I didn’t get that vibe from her. It was her friend who was trying to start stuff. She acted like she was too nervous to talk to me.”
Too nervous. Made sense. That girl was always nervous.
“So what happened?” Tyler asks as he coolly passes the glass back, silently requesting yet another shot. Now that the liquor was working through his system he was forgetting about the horrible day he had and focusing more on the interesting conversation instead.
“I served them their drinks and her friend started asking me a bunch of questions. She was hot too. They all were, actually.” He chuckles as he slides another shot to Tyler’s waiting hand.
“But she asked if I was single. Stuff like that. Then she pointed at the girl and was like, this is y/n and she thinks you’re hot.”
Hearing Dante say restaurant girl’s name was kind of weird to him, but he didn’t really know why. Hearing him say she thought he was hot wasn’t exactly weird, but it made him feel something he was unfamiliar with.
“So I just introduced myself to her. She kept apologizing for her friend and looked so embarrassed.”
Tyler pictured it all playing out in his head. The liquor was starting to go down a little too smooth at this point and even with that, it left a bitter taste on his tongue.
“So what happened after?”
“Nothing.” he sighed. “She left not long after that. Her friends stayed until the bar closed but when I served them more drinks they didn’t say anything else about her. I wanted to ask if I could get her number but she was gone before I got the chance. Found her on Instagram though, but, y’know, she never followed back.”
He nodded tightly, knowing exactly where she went and not bothering to inform Dante about it either. He tapped his fingertips against the glass three times before he took a slower sip.
“Sounds like she’s not into you.” Tyler decided on. Voicing it out loud, he sounded kind of harsh, but it was better than telling his friend to send her a message.
Dante had no idea the kind of shit Tyler does or the people he knows. All he knew was that he worked for his dad and was under the impression that Taz was a bondsman and he just took phone calls for him. He told all his friends that three years ago and the lie somehow stuck.
There would be too much explaining to do and things could get pretty messy.
“Think so?” his hopes were clearly let down, but Tyler nodded back.
“There’s other girls.” Tyler added. “You work at the most popular bar in this town. Could have a new one every night of the week if you wanted to. Don’t worry about that one.”
Dante nodded back before he picked up a washcloth and started wiping down the counter.
Tyler was thinking about everything he’d just learned, and concluded that it was just the liquor sinking in when he got a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach over it.
At least that’s what he was hoping.
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So I was thinking about how I kinda want Danhausen to go Full Evil™ but was trying to figure out why he would even do that. Like what reason would he have to be fully evil
And then I had a another though
What if House of Black made him evil with their funny black mist
And then he betrays Hook and joins up with HoB
So Hook challenges each member so he can get Danhausen back
Yes he should also fight Julia because I think aew needs intergender matches actually
The final match would be a tag team match. Malakai and Danhausen against Hook and probably a member of Death Triangle just because of their feud with HoB
I’m thinking it would end with Danhausen almost getting the pin on Hook, but he snaps out of it for a second giving Hook the chance to kick out and then go on to pin Danhausen causing him to turn back to normal
Anyway Tony Kahn hire me I’m a genius :)
#truly I just want to see full evil danhausen make a brief appearance in aew#also there’s angst potential here :)#aew#hookhausen#danhausen#aew hook
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eat up hookhausen followers mmmmm
#yummy delicious angst! tasty pining!!!#hookhausen#aew hook#danhausen#wrestling fics#wrestling fanfiction#aew fics#aew fanfiction#wrestle boys
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Shakedown | Mafia!HOOK
Summary: The Perry family take you from Tyler with help from the inside.
@99hook @shawtys-things
"Have you heard the news?" Taz asked taking a few puffs from his cigar. He placed the cigar on the ashtray and looked at his son. The smoke caused a haze above their table. He noted his son's silence that he hadn't. "Jack and his family of low life criminals have been spotted around New York,"
Tyler tensed at the news. He had been careless the last few days with taking his girl out. He thought about all the places they visited. All the places Jack and his men could have been hiding. He cursed inwardly at his own foolishness. A glimmer of hope cast over him. Maybe they hadn't been around long.
"How long?"
"The boys are saying three days. Could be more or less. He must have drove from LA this time," Taz answered and leaned back in his chair. He stared at his son noting his worried expression. "Where is your name?"
"At school. Anthony is there like usual," he answered feeling sheepish. HOOK knew he messed up. He didn't need a whole ass lecture about it.
"Make sure you alert Anthony that Jack is back. Maybe have them come here right after class," Taz advised. Right now he needed to make sure Jack wasn't poking around where he shouldn't be.
🖤
You smiled seeing Anthony at the car. He always waited patiently for you no matter how long or short your classes ran. He was scrolling through his phone while he leaned against the car. His normal happy expression shrouded in worry.
"Hey, Anthony. Is everything okay?" You asked.
"Bad news. Boss man is telling me to get you to one of the safe houses. New York got a visitor you don't want to be acquainted with," he broke the news to you. You frowned.
"But St. Marks isn't too far from here. Couldn't we go back home?"
"We don't know if any of his men infiltrated the place yet," he answered while opening the door for you.
"Is Tyler gonna visit us there?" You asked hopefully while throwing your bookbag in the backseat. You slid inside the car.
"That's the plan,"
🖤
Tyler noticed the time and immediately started to worry. He couldn't get a hold of Anthony or his girlfriend. A couple of his men drove around NYU but hadn't seen you. They talked the professor who informed them you left with Anthony hours ago.
"Son, this isn't like Anthony. We may have to accept the fact that-"
"He wouldn't betray me. I told him to come here as soon as he got her. Class ran late or something," he snapped at his father. He rested his head on his hands. His fingers pulled his hair as the stress took over.
"You gotta think with your mind and not your heart. Every second you treating Anthony like he didn't betray you is another second your name could be out there in danger,"
🖤
"We are here," Anthony informed you after the long car ride. You kicked yourself for leaving your phone back home. It was weird. You left in on the nightstand last night and this morning it was gone. Maybe it fell under the bed while you slept.
He stepped out of the car and opened the door for you. You thanked him and walked out seeing the safe house.
The house was made of brick surrounded by tall pine trees. There was no windows and lots of security cameras. Several armored cars were already parked near the house.
"Tyler never mentioned this one to me before," you pointed out. You thought you had visited all the ones his family owned. This one was certainly not as modern as the rest but it seemed cozy.
"Come on. Let's get you inside. It's a little chilly out here," Anthony offered while extending his arm towards the house. You walked towards the door with your stomach tied in knots. Something was off about this situation. None of HOOK's men were outside.
You stopped just before the stairs on to the porch. He stopped right behind you.
"I don't think we are at the right place. I want to go to St. Marks. I-" you stopped once you turned around. Anthony's gun was pointed at you. Your mouth fell open in shock.
"Why?"
"Enough. Get up the stairs and knock on the door. He's been expecting you," he ordered and flicked his gun towards you. You turned around and slowly walked up the stairs. Before you could knock on the door a man answered it.
His brown hair pushed back into a bun. His brown eyes stared down at you. You hadn't seen this man before in your dealings with HOOK.
"You must be your name. I'm Jack and I've been dying to meet you," he greeted.
🖤
"I'm really sorry, Taz. We tried tailing them but he used the traffic to get rid of us. They were going out somewhere Northwest," the driver spoke through the cellphone speaker. HOOK slammed his fist in the table. He breathed heavily and crossed his arms to control himself.
"How did your name look?"
"Like everything was okay. I'm sure Anthony was feeding her some mess. We are gonna keep our eyes open. We got an informant telling us where they went. We will keep you posted," the driver assured and hung up. The twisted pain of betrayal weighed heavily.
"Son, calm down. We are doing everything we can to locate her," Taz promised. Tyler remained motionless until his cell phone rang. He grabbed the phone from his back pocket. The screen lit up the last name he wanted to see.
Anthony
"Where the fuck is she?" Tyler barked into the phone.
🖤
Tyler's voice through the phone sprung tears to your eyes. He sounded so upset and you couldn't be there to help him. You looked at Jack as a tear slid down your cheek.
"Now see you are going to make her cry. Is that what you want?" Jack asked with annoyance over the phone. He stared at you. "Tell him you are fine with his friends Anthony and Jack,"
"I... I'm fine, Ty," you stuttered afraid of what he would do if you hadn't cooperated. For now you were sitting on a couch surrounded by Anthony and several of Jack's men.
"Enough games, Perry. Where is she?" Tyler demanded.
"You weren't any good at hide and seek were you? You know you wasted Anthony as a babysitter for your little girlfriend. He really is a jack of all trades," he complimented the man that betrayed the Senerchia family. "But look it's late. Let me call you in the morning and we can settle this like men then,"
"Tell me where you are now and we can settle it when I get there,"
Jack yawned and rubbed his eyes.
"Patience, young Tyler. Good night,"
🖤
Once Jack ended the call someone called his dad. Tyler hoped it would be information regarding Jack's whereabouts. Sure enough he was in luck. In a matter of minutes he was driving to her location. The GPS said he would be there in a few hours.
"Just hold on, your name," he whispered as the driver sped through New York.
🖤
Jack left you on the couch while he conducted business. Your hands tied in front of your body. He didn't trust you to be alone by the front door. A man stayed with you to watch you. With no windows the thought of escaping seemed small.
Anthony appeared in the room. Ever since he betrayed you he hadn't been able to look at you. The betrayal ate you up and you had one simple question for him.
"Why?" You asked him. Your voice so small and innocent. That was exactly how you felt. None of this revolved around you. You just happened to be dating the son of a very important man. "Why didn't you tell him you didn't want to watch me anymore? Was it something I did?"
He flinched at your words. You weren't going to understand. This was a man's game and you were just a silly little pawn.
"Shut her up," he ordered one of the men in the room.
"Gladly," the man laughed and placed a piece of silver tape over your mouth.
🖤
"He's here," Jack yelled running through the front door. Tires screeched outside signaling HOOK's arrival. Before you could think Jack was dragging you outside. A gun pointed at your back.
The SUVs parked outside in a half circle. Tyler stood in front of them. Their lights showing him brightly.
"No daddy here to protect you? I'm shocked," Jack announced while grabbing your hair and pulling back. You yelped in pain against the tape as he forced you to walk towards Tyler. HOOK's men raised their guns trying to get a clear shot at Jack but he used you as a shield.
"What do you want Jack?" HOOK asked. "Give her to me and it's yours,"
"I want the Senerchia family to be no more. The Perry family will reign Supreme. My dad couldn't do it before he died and now it's my turn," Jack spoke his terms for your safety. You shook your head. You knew how hard his family worked to build their empire.
"Deal. We will pack everything up here and you will have all our point of contacts," Tyler agreed.
"You think I'm stupid? I want you and daddy swimming with the fishes. I want the Senerchia name gone from the mafia history books. When anyone says your name they will think of me and remember my face as the one that brought you down. You and your daddy are noth-," Jack was suddenly silenced once your elbow connected to his stomach. He doubled over in pain allowing you a chance at freedom. You ran towards Tyler. His arms wide open to grab you.
Before they were able to shoot Jack a reinforced car pulled up in front of him. Anthony yelled for him to get in and they drove off in a matter of seconds. Jack escaped but you were safe. That was all HOOK cared about. You buried your face in his chest and cried.
"Let's get you home," he whispered as he untied your hands. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he carried you bridal style to the car.
🖤
"We almost had him!" Jack yelled in the car. "Why did you do that?"
"You think he was going to let you getaway with taking his girl? You were going to be gone and the Perry name left in shambles," Anthony reasoned. "Don't worry. I know all of New York like the back of my hand. You'll get your kingdom and I'll get my revenge,"
Anthony stared off into the distance getting further away from his ex best friend.
#fanfiction#imagine#aew#angst#hook x y/n#hook x you#hook x reader#hook#aew hook#hook aew#mafia#betrayal#anthony#aew jack perry#jack perry
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Chapters: 5/5
Fandom: All Elite Wrestling
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Donovan Danhausen/Hook, The Best Friends - Relationship, Orange Cassidy/Chuck Taylor, Hook & Jungle Boy
Characters: Donovan Danhausen, Hook (Professional Wrestling), The Best Friends - Character, Jungle Boy (Professional Wrestling), Small roles:, Ethan Page, Rocky Romero, Taz | Tazz (Professional Wrestling), Sonjay Dutt | Schwagg Dutt
Additional Tags: Angst, Hopeful Ending, Breakup, Misunderstandings, emotions are very difficult, human!Donovan, demon!danhausen, devil!Hook, The Best Friends are best friends, Kayfabe Compliant
Series: Part 3 of I'd Like to Love You
Summary:
Someone will always get hurt, but it's never who you think.
#Danhausen#Hook aew#Hookhausen#Hookhausen fic#aew fic#HI!!!#I know I know saying I can't read angst and then willingly posting it i know!!#I'm a hypocrite I'm very much aware#I hope you guys like this though even if it is sad :(#this storyline/fic idea has been in my head since the whole JungleHook fiasco went off so I'm really glad I got to finally write it#and now publish it lol#I'm gonna go write + edit videos now mwah mwah#love you guys mwah mwah mwah <333
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Across Enemy Lines
Summary: Jon Moxley’s sister has been through a lot during her career at AEW, but Tyler has always been there for her. So when Wheeler starts messing with Tyler, Y/N is not going to sit by and watch it happen.
Warnings: family drama, fighting, arguing, violence, intergender fighting, weapons, threats, protective!Y/N, angst, fluff, Wheeler being a little jerk, bit of spice
A/N: I hope you all enjoy this fic!! It is quite long😅 But I worked super hard so I hope you enjoy!! The support I get on my fics really means the world to me and I love each and every one of you!!!!!!!!🥹🤍 And as always, a special thanks to @99hook , who always listens to me ramble about my ideas and helps me💛✨ And to @madhatterbri who listens to ramble as well, and helped me come up with the PERFECT name for this fic💜
Y/N let out a sad sigh, and watched as her breath swirled around the cold air in front of her.
She was sitting on a curb outside the arena, knees pulled to her chest as she waited for Taz's car to pull around and pick her up.
Tyler had been ejected from the building earlier that night, after getting into a fight with Wheeler and pushing an official.
She would have gone with him, but Y/N had recently become good friends with MJF and knew this night would be stressful for him as he looked for partners in his match against Jay White and his gang.
She didn't want to leave him, and Tyler said he needed some time to himself anyway. She knew he'd probably go to the gym and beat the crap out of some innocent punching bag until she got there, so she stayed.
But Y/N was now fully convinced the night couldn't have gone any worse. With Tyler getting thrown out, Mox beating the hell out of Orange, and MJF and the acclaimed losing, she just wanted to go curl up in Tyler’s arms and never leave.
But she turns to look when someone clears their throat behind her.
She turns to stare back up at the sky when she sees Claudio Castagnoli looking down at her. "What do you want Castagnoli?"
"Castagnoli?" Claudio sits down next to her. "I think you and I are far past last names"
"We used to be" Y/N says softly. "I don't know if we are anymore"
Claudio nods sadly. "We all miss you, you know? We'd be happy to have you back. Especially Jon. He misses his sister"
Y/N laughs, but they both know there's no humor behind it. "You think I'd come back? After everything? Especially the shit Wheeler pulled tonight?"
“I tried to get him to stop" Claudio points out.
Y/N lets out a sigh, her defensiveness fading. Claudio didn’t deserve it, he never deserved any of her attitude. He was the one who was always there for her. "I know... I'm sorry for snapping at you"
Claudio shakes his head. "No, don't apologize. I get it Y/N"
"I'm glad" she breathes out, before turning to face him. "Because, if you do get it; then you also get that I'm not going to just sit by and watch Wheeler mess with Tyler"
"I know" Claudio nods, but she can see the sadness he’s trying to hide in his eyes.
"I.." Y/N trails off nervously, before reaching over and putting her hand on top of his. "I miss you, Claudio"
He smiles sadly, and reaches over to wipe a stray tear from her cheek. "I miss you too Y/N"
"You know, I met Tyler during that feud we had with the Jericho Appreciation Society" Y/N reminisces with a smile.
"I know" Claudio smiles back. " I was there the night that Daniel was bothering you. I was just down the hall on my way over when Hook came and stopped him"
"Hey gorgeous"
Y/N rolled her eyes as Daniel Garcia came walking over to her.
"Don't call me that Garcia, and leave me the hell alone" Y/N huffs, trying to step around him and continue her way to the locker room.
"What's the rush? You should get used to me since you'll agree to go out with me soon" Daniel smirks.
"No, I absolutely won't Garcia" Y/N narrows her eyes up at him.
She tries to brush past him, but he grabs her arm to stop her.
Before he can get another word out, a hand grabs Daniel's shoulder.
Daniel drops Y/N's arm, and is then thrown against the wall.
Y/N's eyes widen as she realizes it was Hook who had come to help her.
The two hadn't really spoken before tonight, except for smiles and nods upon passing each other in the halls.
"You like can’t take no for an answer, huh?" Hook practically growls.
"Hook, it's fine. I'm fine, let him go" Y/N assures, placing her hand on his and pulling him off of Daniel.
Daniel gathers himself, and quickly runs away as Y/N stares up at Hook.
"You didn't have to do that for me, but thank you" She smiles.
"You don't need to thank me" Hook shrugs. "I don't like guys who act like that"
"You don't need to worry about me, I could take him" Y/N shrugs.
"I have no doubt about that" Hook grins. "But you shouldn't have to"
In truth, Hook wasn't just around by accident.
He had developed a crush on her, but was too nervous to approach her.
She was so beautiful, smart, and tough… and he knew if Mox found out he would beat his ass.
But as the two of them fell into casual conversation, and he got to watch her laugh at his lame jokes, he couldn't care less about what Mox would do. It would be worth it.
"He earned my respect that night” Claudio says. “He's a good man, stepping in to protect you like that"
"He is. He's the best man I could have ever asked for" Y/N lets a dreamy smile form on her face as she thinks about him.
Claudio smiles and squeezes her hand. "I'm glad; you deserve nothing less than perfect"
"He's not perfect" Y/N giggles. "The first time he was around me crying he had no clue what to do"
Claudio joins her in laughing. "When was that?"
"After Regal betrayed us" Y/N answers. "He came to my hotel room that night. He wasn't sure how to comfort me but, he came anyway. He thinks he did a terrible job but, I don't think anyone else would have been able to make me smile as much as he did"
Y/N didn't know what to do when she saw Regal hand MJF those damn brass knuckles.
She ran around ringside as fast as she could, and dove into the ring to try and grab it before MJF. But Regal grabbed her leg and pulled her back.
She whipped around to face him with fire in her eyes. "How could you do this?!"
He didn't give her an answer, just a sneer.
And before Y/N knew it, the bell had rung, and MJF was standing tall with the belt.
What should be her brother’s belt.
She felt like she could burst into tears, having to watch the man who had become like a father to her betray her brother.
But she kept her composure, and simply helped Mox out of the ring and up the ramp.
The fellow members of the BCC were waiting for them in the guerrilla, and clearly ready to go exact some much-deserved revenge.
Claudio walked over and took Mox's arm, helping Y/N hold some of his weight.
"Guys! Stop!" Y/N demands.
"We can't hurt Regal!" Bryan insists.
"He betrayed Mox! He betrayed all of us!" Wheeler yells.
"Shut up!" Y/N snaps, causing all of them to do so and look at her. "We can deal with what we're gonna do to Regal later! Now we need to get Jon to the trainer's room"
They all nod and make their way there.
Y/N and Claudio sit Mox down in a chair, and the trainers get to bandaging him up.
Y/N lets out a sigh as her eyes burned from the tears welling up.
"Are you okay?" Claudio asked her softly.
"I just... Can you guys stay here with him? I need some air" The guys nod as she rushes out of the room and into the hallway.
She leans against the wall and sniffles, a tear finally making its way down her face.
She scanned the hallway, trying to make sure no one was watching her cry.
But her eyes stop on Hook, Tyler, as he now insisted she call him.
He was further down the hallway, watching her with sympathetic eyes.
She attempted to smile at him, but she knew he saw right through it.
He looked back down at his phone, and Y/N understood why when her's buzzed in her pocket.
Are you ok?
Not really
Meet me at my hotel room, 189
Thank you Tyler
Of course mamas🧡
Tyler grinned when he saw a tiny smile form on her face. She loved being called that, and he loved watching her face turn pink and bashful every time.
But then Claudio walked out of the room, and Tyler quickly looked away before he got caught staring.
Little did either of them know that Claudio saw through the window of the door before he ever walked out of the room. But he waited to walk out to let them have a moment.
"Is there anything I can do to cheer you up Y/N?" Claudio asked.
"Could you, maybe, take me to get ice cream?" Y/N hesitantly asked.
But all Claudio did was laugh and nod. "Your wish is my command"
Later that night, Y/N approached Tyler's hotel room nervously, and when she got to the door she almost turned around.
But Tyler, who kept checking the peephole every few minutes, saw her approach and opened the door. "Hey"
"Hi" she replies nervously, a hesitant smile on her face.
"Come in" Tyler opens the door wider, and Y/N walks in and sits down on the bed.
Tyler sits down next to her, nerves coursing through his mind. He wasn't sure how to comfort her, but he damn sure was gonna try. "How are you feeling?"
"Terrible" Y/N answers honestly. "Hanging out with Claudio helped some though. And Jon.. he doesn't want to talk to anyone right now"
"I'm sorry" Tyler says softly, and places his hand on her thigh. "I'm sure he just needs a little time after everything"
"Yeah" Y/N huffs angrily.
She abruptly stands up and starts pacing back and forth. "That bastard screwed him! He betrayed all of us! Just threw us away like we were nothing!"
Unsure of what to do, Tyler sat and watched as she paced and yelled. His eyes stayed trained on her, listening intently to every word while simultaneously trying to ignore the incoming thoughts about how sexy she looked while angry.
"After everything, he just turned on us like it was the easiest thing in the world. Made us all trust and love him and then he shows his true colors. A sneaky little SNAKE is all he is" Y/N seethes. "When I get my hands on him I'm going to rip him into little pieces. I'm gonna leave him a beaten bloody pulp!"
"If you did that you'd never forgive yourself" Tyler interjects.
Y/N's head snaps over to him. "What do you know?! The only thing I regret is stopping Claudio and Wheeler from going out there and giving him exactly what he deserves tonight!"
"No you don't" Tyler insists. "You say all this now, but when it came down to it tonight you didn't let them do anything. Because you care too much about Regal despite what he did"
Y/N stops pacing, and a glare forms on her face. "Are you trying to make me feel better?!"
"Yes" Tyler replies quickly, suddenly scared of the glare that was now directed at him.
"And that's supposed to help?!" Y/N exclaims.
"I... I don't know.." Tyler trails off nervously as she begins pacing much quicker this time.
"Yes! Obviously I still care about Regal! But it's not like I want to! It's not like that's by choice! Do you think I want to still give a damn about that snake?! He's the reason my brother isn't the world champion anymore!"
Y/N suddenly stops pacing and just stares at the wall for a moment.
Tyler stands up, and slowly approaches her. He wraps his arms around her from behind in a hug. She leans back into him as he rests his cheek on top of her head.
"Why.. why do I still care about him?" She mumbles, and the sadness in her voice was enough to make Tyler want to punch Regal himself.
"Because you are such a caring and loving person" he answers, and places a kiss on the top of her head. "You are so in tune with your emotions, and because of that you love so deeply, and it's not easy for your love to break"
Y/N is silent for a second. "How do I stop being like that?"
"You don't" Tyler immediately answers. "It's what makes you, you. No one wants you to let that go. You wouldn't be you anymore"
"But it hurts so bad" she whispers miserably, tears beginning to fall down her cheeks again. She had lost count of how many times she cried that night.
"You're my strong girl" Tyler says, giving her a squeeze. "You'll be okay. Yes, it hurts right now. But I know you'll be okay"
A small smile makes its way onto her face, her mind now distracted by his use of the phrase ‘my strong girl’ instead of ‘a strong girl’, and she turns around in Tyler's arms. "Thank you"
He smiles back, and pecks her cheek. "Of course"
"I'm sorry for snapping at you" Y/N apologizes, placing her hands on either side of his face.
Tyler turns his head and kisses her palm, before smiling down at her. "It's okay, I understand"
"You're my knight in shining armor" she giggles, and he laughs too.
"Could I have orange armor?" He asks, and they both laugh again.
"Absolutely" she agrees, a smile growing on her face that finally reaches her eyes.
The two gaze into each other's eyes, soaking in the moment with happy grins.
"You are beautiful" he says softly.
"Thank you" Y/N replies. "You're pretty handsome yourself"
"Can I kiss you?" Tyler breathes out, his grip on her waist tightening nervously.
But she just rubs her thumbs back and forth against his cheeks. "Yes"
He wastes no time after that, and leans down to press his lips against her's.
It was short, but sweet and passionate. Everything you could hope for in a first kiss.
"He didn't ask me to be his girlfriend that night though" Y/N smiles. "He didn't want our anniversary to also be the anniversary of Regal betraying us. He said it wouldn't make for the happiest of celebrations"
Claudio chuckles and nods. "He was right about that"
"He waited a few days, and he took me out to dinner. Then to a random little park, and asked me to be his girlfriend there. It was so sweet. He gave me this that night too" She pulls a necklace out from under her shirt.
Claudio reached over and held the charm in between his fingers. It was a heart, with a pearl charm next to it on the chain, and the letter T was engraved on the heart. "It's beautiful"
"I know" Y/N grins. "I need to remember to not tuck it under my shirt. I'm just so used to hiding it from Jon"
The two chuckle at that, before Claudio says "I don't think that's necessary anymore. He definitely knows about you two"
"What if someone comes in?" Y/N rushes out as Tyler pins her against the wall of the trainer's room.
"They won't. The trainers are in the locker room tonight because of the renovations in here. Everyone knows that” Tyler replies against her neck, before he resumes placing kisses up and down it.
Y/N bites her lip as she runs her fingers through his hair, savoring the feeling of his body pressed against hers. "But Jon will be looking for me soon"
"Shh, it'll be fine mamas" That was all it took for her to nod, and stop worrying about her brother.
She smiled as his lips trailed up her neck and eventually connected with hers. She felt him smile into the kiss too, and give her ass a squeeze.
"We've checked everywhere but here Clau-"
Y/N pushed Tyler away as fast as possible, but it was way too late.
Mox had burst into the room, despite Claudio's best efforts to stop him. Claudio had seen Y/N slip into this room, and then saw Tyler sneak in a few minutes later.
And he didn't want Mox to kill Tyler.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Mox exclaims, and if looks could kill Tyler would have been dead on the spot.
"Let's not overreact" Claudio grabbed Mox's shoulders in an attempt to defuse the situation. "Let's give them some privacy-"
"Privacy was the issue!" Mox screams, before brushing Claudio off and stomping towards Tyler who quickly backs up. "You think you can put your hands on my sister and get away with it?!"
"Jon!" Y/N yells, stepping in between him and Tyler. "I don't need your permission to be with someone! I'm not a child anymore! And you don't get to treat me like one!"
Mox stares over his sister's head, directly into Tyler's eyes for a few moments, before looking down at her. "How long has this been going on?"
"A few months" she answers honestly. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you, Jon. But I wanted my boyfriend in one piece"
Mox huffs, before taking a few steps back and crossing his arms.
Tyler, who had been standing silent this whole time in an attempt to not further anger Mox, placed his hand on the small of Y/N's back.
"He makes you happy?" Mox asks, and Y/N immediately nods. "Yes. Very much so"
Y/N's eyes flicker over to Claudio's, who sends her a sympathetic smile before walking over to grab Mox's shoulders. "Come on, let's leave them alone and you and Y/N can talk privately later"
Mox sends one more glare over to Tyler before letting Claudio practically drag him out of the room.
Y/N lets out a sigh before turning to face Tyler. "I am so sorry for that"
"Don't be sorry mamas" he replies, putting his hands on her hips and pulling her towards him.
Y/N leans her head against his chest as he rubs his thumbs back and forth on her hips.
"It was kinda my fault anyway. I am the one who dragged your cute little ass in here" Tyler grins, before reaching around and grabbing her ass.
Y/N rolls her eyes. "It didn't take long for you to get back in the mood. Need I remind you my brother just almost beat you to death?"
Tyler pretends to think for a moment, before resting his forehead against her's. "I can't really remember that. Not while I have this gorgeous girl in front of me"
"You're so cheesy" Y/N giggles before pressing a kiss to his jaw.
"Only for you, and you love it" Tyler retorts with a grin, before kissing her jaw in return.
The Y/N and Claudio sit in silence for a moment, before Claudio speaks up. "Do you ever regret leaving?"
Y/N thinks for a second. "I regret that the situation happened. But it did, and there's nothing we can do about it. So no, I don't"
Y/N trudged through backstage with a frown on her face.
She didn't relish having to deal with Wheeler Yuta for yet another night.
And tonight was going to be especially bad, because tonight there was a parking lot match between the best friends and the BCC.
Y/N would have never told anyone, except Tyler of course, but she didn't like the way her teammates were acting.
The only person in the best friends that really did anything wrong to Wheeler was Trent, but here they were trying to destroy all of them. When they were already destroyed by the sadness of Wheeler leaving them.
Y/N almost cried at ringside during the match between Mox and Wheeler and the best friends. Watching Wheeler pin Chuck with the very pin he taught him how to do made her stomach twist into knots.
After that she started thinking about how their group acted as a whole, and how everyone was scared of her. It made her sad when she tried to be friends with people but they were too scared because of her being in the BCC.
And it seemed Orange Cassidy had started realizing that Y/N wasn't down with all of the BCC's actions.
Because as Y/N walked down the hallway, he stepped out in front of her. "Hey"
"Hi" she replies simply. Not saying anything more, but not trying to leave either.
"I noticed you seemed to.. hesitate last week when your teammates started with us" Orange says.
"I did" Y/N nods.
"Why?" Orange asks.
Y/N thinks for a moment. "Because I think the way they've been treating you is messed up. And I don't really like Wheeler"
Orange chuckles at the latter comment. "Yeah"
"Mhm" Y/N nods.
"Would you consider, maybe like, switching sides?" Orange purposes.
Y/N is quiet for a few seconds. She had thought about it, and to be completely honest, it sounded like a nice change. "Would I get to be on the t-shirt?"
Orange laughs at that before nodding. "Yeah"
"Then I'll definitely consider it" Y/N pats him on the shoulder before continuing her walk down the hallway.
"Cool" Orange nods before continuing on his way too.
Y/N wanted to run to Tyler and ask him what he thought about the offer. But at the same time, she knew it needed to be her decision and not influenced by anyone else.
Being a part of something where people would like her instead of fear her was a very tempting offer. She wasn't like her brother in that way, she didn't like people scrambling out of the way every time she walked down the hall.
It didn't make her feel powerful, it made her feel sad.
Y/N was practically stumbling over herself when she bursted into the best friends' locker room after the parking lot fight.
She was holding 4 first aid kits, as many as she could carry at once, and was out of breath from running.
"Are you guys okay?!" She exclaims, dropping the kits on the ground to run over to Orange and examine his face.
"Why do you care?" Trent grumbles.
"She's cool guys" Orange says before sending her a weak smile. "I'm fine Y/N"
"I'm so sorry they did this to you guys" Y/N breathes out. "I should have done something"
"Nah, I'm glad you didn't" Orange replies. "That probably would have just pissed Mox off more; he woulda just given us a worse beat down"
"So, are you on our side now or something?" Chuck asks.
"I.." Y/N trails off. "I'm not one hundred percent sure yet. It's not easy to think about leaving my brother but, I think I will"
Orange pats her on the shoulder. "We get it. It shouldn't be easy to leave the people you care about. That would make you like Yuta"
His comment makes everyone chuckle.
"And Trent?" Y/N says, making the man in question look over at her. "I need your help with something"
"Why the hell would you buy Trent's mother a new car?!"
Y/N rolls her eyes as her brother yells at her.
She was in the BCC's locker room, the entire team in attendance for Mox to scold her.
"I can buy whoever I like, whatever I'd like to" Y/N says firmly. "It's none of your damn business what I do"
"Yes it is, I'm your brother" Mox says through gritted teeth.
"Precisely!" Y/N stands up and crosses her arms. "You are my brother, not my boss! You think you get to decide what I do, and that all of my actions need to be pre-approved by you. But they don't!"
"Why do you even care about Trent’s mother?!” Wheeler snaps. “You know what they did to me-“
“They didn’t do shit to you Wheeler!” Y/N finally screams what she had been thinking for weeks. “Boo hoo, Trent was mean to you. But nothing that happened warrants the way you go after them!”
Then she grabbed her bag and stormed out of the room, brushing past the camera guy who was sitting outside of the room eavesdropping.
“So you’re on their side now?!” Wheeler yells, chasing after her.
“I’m not on yours!” She retorts.
Of course it was at that moment the rest of the BCC caught up with them. And then the best friends came running down the hall after hearing the yelling.
“Are you okay Y/N?” Chuck asks, placing his hand on her shoulder.
“Fuck off” Bryan snaps at him, but Y/N sends him a glare. “You fuck off”
“You know what?!” She screams, staring at her former teammates. “You can ALL fuck off! I’m done with you Wheeler! I’m done with running around behind you all like a puppet! I’m done with everyone being scared of me! And I’m done with the BCC!”
With that, she runs down the hallway with tears streaming down her face.
She gets to Tyler’s dressing room and knocks timidly on the door.
After a moment the door opens to reveal just the man she was looking for.
She immediately ran into his arms, hugging him around his waist and crying into his chest.
Tyler quickly closed the door, before guiding her to sit down on the couch. Where he pulled her onto his lap and held her as she cried. “Hey... it’s okay”
“No, it’s not” Y/N sniffles. “I just couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t take Wheeler, or- or the fighting, I-“
“Shh” Tyler gently shushes her. He wipes her tears away with the sleeves of his hoodie, before placing a chaste kiss on her temple. “I understand. But right now I need you to calm down. Can you do that for me babygirl?”
Y/N just nods in reply, and curls back into his chest.
The two sit in silence as Tyler places another kiss on her head and rubs his hand up and down her back.
“I love you” Y/N breathes out.
Tyler smiles softly. “I love you too”
Y/N sends Claudio a weak smile. “I really do miss you, Claudio. You’re my best friend. I just need to make sure you know that”
Claudio smiles back. “You’re my best friend too”
“And out of respect for you, I’ll do my best to stay out of the issues between Tyler and Wheeler. You know I stay out of your issues with the best friends. I don’t want to fight you guys. But Tyler’s a different situation. And I will only put up with so much”
Claudio listens intently as she stares directly into his eyes for the last sentence. “So you better either put him in check, or prepare him to deal with me”
Claudio nods. “I understand”
“You don’t have to come out there”
Y/N sighs at Orange’s words.
Her, Orange, and Tyler were walking down the hallways towards her dressing room. Tyler had his arm around her shoulders, and she was close to his side while Orange was walking beside her.
“But shouldn’t I? I don’t want anyone thinking I’m not 100% in your corner” she says.
“None of us care what anybody else thinks” Tyler replies. “We know you’re behind us mamas. But we also know it isn’t easy watching us fight your brother. And no one will judge you for that”
“What he said” Orange nods.
Y/N smiles, and leans up to kiss Tyler’s cheek. “Thanks you guys”
Y/N didn’t want to go out there.
She had avoided the BCC successfully since she left; she even managed to control herself enough to stay backstage at Wembley.
But watching Wheeler seatbelt lock Tyler, and then Mox start ripping into Orange about how he ‘ain’t shit’?
Well, that was simply too much for her to take lying down.
And for the first time in weeks, Mox paused when he heard his sister’s music hit.
She stormed down the ramp, and her glare somehow got stronger when Wheeler slid out of the ring.
He smirked, and made a mocking motion for her to get closer.
But his laughing stopped when she stepped right up to him, so close that their chests were touching.
“You have two seconds to quit that childish shit before I teach you a lesson” she deadpanned.
“What lesson would that be?” Wheeler challenges.
“What it feels like to get your teeth knocked out”
“Hey, hey, hey!” Mox climbs out of the ring and starts to walk over to them.
“Run off little gir-“
Wheeler didn’t even get to finish his sentence before Y/N’s closed fist connected with his mouth.
Wheeler fell backward, and Y/N jumped on top of him.
The crowd cheered as she rained punches down on him.
But then she was pulled off of Wheeler, and she yanked herself out of the person’s grip.
She whipped around and came face to face with her brother.
But she didn’t do what Mox expected her to. Her glare didn’t soften, and her fist didn’t open. Instead, she pushed him, making him stumble backward.
“Don’t put your fucking hands on me!” She screamed.
Then Claudio came sprinting down the ramp, and immediately put his hands on Y/N’s shoulders, stopping her from advancing towards Mox. “Hey, let’s all take a step back”
“You all take a fucking step back!” Y/N demands, ripping herself away from his grasp.
“Or what?!” Wheeler, who had just pulled himself up, yells.
“OR THIS!” Y/N screams, grabbing a steel chair and swinging at him.
Claudio yanked Wheeler back just in time, and pulled him further up the ramp. “Okay! We’re going Y/N! We’re going!”
Y/N held tightly onto the chair as she watched the three men retreat up the ramp, and didn’t let go until they had gone through the tunnels and were out of her sight.
She let out a breath, and dropped the chair to run over to Tyler. “Baby? Are you okay?”
“I’m good” he breathes out, pulling himself up.
Once he’s up he pulls her into his arms. “Are you okay after all that?”
“I’m fine” she answers, holding onto him tightly. “You’re not mad at me?”
“No” Tyler says with a little smile. “I’m not thrilled; you could have gotten hurt. But I can’t deny that you handled yourself. And I’m glad you got some good hits in on Yuta”
That makes them both chuckle, and Y/N pulls away enough to look at him. “I love you”
“I love you too” he grins, and they laugh into their kiss as the crowd pops around them.
They pull away after a moment, and they walk over to Orange.
“Are you okay hon?” Y/N asks, kneeling next to him.
“Yeah” he shrugs.
Y/N shakes her head at his monotone answer, but wraps her arms around him to help him up nonetheless.
Tyler helps pull Orange up, and the three walk out together with their heads held high.
Y/N had strolled down the hallways of the arena the next week with her chin up.
Tyler had won his match against Rocky Romero, and her best friend Kris Statlander had beaten Diamante.
And now after all that Y/N was curled up with Tyler in her dressing room watching Shibata fight Wheeler.
Tyler had his arm around her, and she had her head laid against his chest as she fidgeted with the rings he had on his free hand.
Tyler leaned down to place a kiss on her temple.
She smiled up at him and returned a peck on his cheek.
“You think Shibata’s got this, right?” He asks.
“Definitely” Y/N immediately answers. “He’s a much better wrestler than Wheeler”
But Y/N’s eyes widen when Wheeler throws Shibata into the ref, and then hits him with a low blow while the ref can't see.
“Are you fucking joking?!” Y/N fumes as Wheeler DDTs Shibata right on his head and gets the pin.
And as if that wasn’t bad enough, Shibata still tries to shake Wheeler’s hand. But Wheeler just low blows him again and hits him with another DDT.
Tyler jumps up and goes storming out of the room, Y/N quickly following him.
Y/N was ahead of Tyler by the time they were going down the ramp, jogging down it and right at Wheeler.
She picked up a chair on her way, and stared Wheeler down as Tyler climbed into the ring to check on Shibata.
Tyler didn’t even feel the need to watch his back, he knew Y/N had him covered. So he just focused on making sure Shibata was okay.
Y/N kept her eyes locked on Wheeler as he retreated up the ramp, paying no mind to the belt he was holding up.
She only looked away once he got to the top, and was more occupied with taunting the judges who watched him cheat.
She rolled into the ring, and grabbed one of Shibata’s hands. “Are you okay? Your neck is good?”
He nods in reply, sending her a weak smile.
Y/N and Tyler exchange looks, and they can both see the anger behind the other’s eyes.
Tyler walked into the hotel’s gym at 3 AM, still feeling half asleep.
He had woken up, and Y/N was no longer asleep next to him. He knew that she had a lot of pent up energy from all of the anger, and that there was one place she’d go to get it out.
He was proved right when he found her beating the hell out of a punching bag.
Being in the BCC had taught her a lot of things, some good and some bad. And some walked the line right between.
Y/N had learned to take her anger out in violence. She didn’t really know any other way.
She wanted to get her hands on Wheeler and rip him apart.
“Hey”
Y/N pauses when she hears his voice.
She takes in deep breaths as she catches the punching bag, stopping it from swinging. “Hi”
Tyler walks over with her water bottle, holding it up for her to drink.
“Why are you awake?” She asks him through deep breaths.
“I missed you” he smiles, causing her to smile back.
“Sorry” she says.
“Don’t apologize” Tyler shakes his head. “I understand”
“He just gets under my skin like nobody else. And TK won’t let me have an intergender match” she huffs.
Tyler laughs. “I should have known you would ask”
Y/N shrugs. “Wheeler would probably refuse anyway”
“Of course he would” Tyler laughs. “He knows you’d beat his ass”
Y/N laughs too. “Hell yeah I would”
“You should get some sleep though mamas” Tyler wraps his arms around her waist. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of Wheeler”
Y/N couldn’t help but smirk at the dark tone that overtook his voice. “Yeah?”
“You know I will” he replies gruffly.
Y/N’s smirk grows as she looks up at him, and places a kiss on his lips.
Tyler kisses back, and tightens his grip on her.
He pulls away and grins at her. “Consider it a Christmas present”
Y/N laughs at that. “I’ll only consider it that if you let me get a few hits in”
“I think you have gotten more than enough hits in” Tyler chuckles. “His mouth probably still hurts”
“I hope it does” Y/N shrugs. “That was just a warning”
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