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hurricanrxna · 8 months

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hello everyone!! welcome to the prologue of my new fanfic series featuring the miz and my original character dani! this idea has blossomed into my little labor of love recently and marries so many of my favorite things into a super mushy and emotional little package. I've been wanting to write a proper multi-chapter fic for such a long time, but the pressure of putting out really long chapters has always scared me off. recently though I decided to just bite the bullet because I was so inspired by this; screw my own internal pressure! 😂 so! here I am! each chapter will be accompanied by a short synopsis plus links to previous chapters and the master list!. for questions about the story or input or anything at all, please don't hesitate to send 'em in through my asks! I would love to hear all of your feedback ❤️

synopsis : every dream started somewhere. some just so happened to begin in a low-income apartment in California in 2002, where two people looked up at their grungy ceiling and dared to believe that together they could go farther than they had ever imagined. find the full story synopsis & masterlist here!

"Babe? You think I packed enough socks? 'Cuz I know I got fifteen pairs already but you never know." The chaotic sounds of clothes rustling and all manner of objects hitting the nearby dresser could be heard from the teeny half-kitchen just a few steps away, comically punctuating his words.

"Fifteen pairs, Mike?! You're going to orientation for two days not Mount Everest!" Dani shouted back with an unmistakable smile that seemed to melt into her voice. Though she was focused on the food in front of her, she was mostly just soaking in the moment to make sure she kept it slotted away in her mind forever.

Maybe part of it was because Dani knew that this was a turning point; something in her heart told her that.

When Mike had a dream and had a mission, he worked at it day and night until he didn't just earn it, he owned it. It's how he had gotten his shot in reality television, in front of the cameras where she knew he belonged. And while his time in television like that had been fun for both of them, it wasn't where his story was going to end. Dani knew that in her heart too.

Dani was there when Mike had decided to become a WWE wrestler. Like any other lost twenty-something, he was at a crossroads. And yet the path had opened up to him so easily, and it all took off from there. It was all moving so quickly, in fact, that Dani felt as though she was caught in a whirlwind. It was more enjoyable than anything, but she just hoped that she could hold on tight enough to stay on the ground by the end of it.

"Yeah, but you know how I am! Things just disappear around me sometimes; I swear I put something down here, then it's gone!" Mike's voice whisked Dani back to the present, thankfully just in time for her to rescue the mac and cheese. "Imagine the horror of me walking out there, first day of training, with one sock on."

"As if you wouldn't find a way to make that your gimmick or something," Dani cocked an eyebrow his way as she watched him saunter out of their bedroom, his hair still tightly gelled. "I think 'The Sockless Wonder' would get over great. I'd buy the t-shirt!"

Mike rolled his eyes in an attempt to seem unamused, though the huge grin that tugged at his lips gave it all away. A few steps more and he was standing closely behind Dani at the stove, wrapping his arms around her gently and pulling ever so slightly to ease her away from the tempting boxed meal.

"I'm allowed to steal that idea, right? Without crediting you at all? 'Cuz I'm gonna need the money." He chuckled as he rested his chin on her shoulder, kissing her jaw softly. Dani, never able to resist his charms even on the best of days, relented and leaned back a bit with a content sigh. The food would still be there when they got back, anyway.

"You credit me or I sue you, Mizanin. And where we're going, you'll be dealing with my very expensive and very morally dubious lawyers!" Mike let out a big laugh and in one smooth movement, grabbed Dani by the waist and pulled her onto the plush (discounted from a garage sale) fluffy rug below them. For a second he tickled her as revenge before laying down beside her, their fingers intertwined.

It was silent for a few minutes, so much so that Dani could feel her heart beating in her chest. She couldn't shake the feeling that they were standing on the precipice of something, a new beginning that she hadn't believed was possible. Both of them had grown up in small towns with the promise that they would live their lives just as their parents had. Dani had become content with that idea; Mike hadn't. His drive to be something greater than what anyone had thought he could accomplish was what Dani owed her ambition to.

"You feel that too?"

"Yeah. It's a lot."

"Scary?"

"No, not really. Not with you here." Mike turned to Dani and, for as long as she'd live, gave her a smile she'd never forget that she swore could end wars and bring about world peace. Okay, maybe that was a little dramatic. But it was still a smile she'd replay countless times over in her head for years. It said more than just excitement. More than just anticipation. It was a promise.

He then pointed to the ceiling with confidence and a goofy expression that made her laugh, almost like he was about to perform. "'Cuz when you see me come down that ramp one day, with the fireworks and the pyro and the crowd screaming, I'm not gonna be afraid of anything and you know why?" Mike leaned in closer to her as he waited for her response, making her chuckle.

"Why?"

"Because I'll have you there, right by my side. Because I'll know that I got to where I am because you never gave up on me. When everyone else didn't see me, you did. And I'll spend the rest of my life thanking you for that." Dani's breath hitched and she knew her next words were going to be all wonky and choked up while she tried to fight off tears.

If there was only a way to show him how much he meant to her, to show him that she loved him beyond any words she could speak.

"Then that's where I'll stay," she finally said, sniffling as she took his arm and held him as close as she could to her. "Right here next to you."

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chaos-chloe · 3 months

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A helping Southern Hand

Summary: Kris Statlander isn't available? Don't worry AEW's Southern Belle is always available to help.

OC: Dixie Fae/ Scarlette Price

TW: Descriptions of wrestling, country drawl, possible cursing (I don't remember) hook x oc {if I'm missing anything lmk}

I’m rushing, running my way to the curtain after Kris texted me that she got stuck in traffic, and needs a cover in the match. She definitely owes me a good dinner for working my night off. I catch my breath as I signal the sound guy to play my music to cut off Anna.

“Aw, did Orange and Hook not find a pretty enough partner?” Anna Jay teases while Angelo and Matt laughed.

“I guess it a handi-” Anna jay gets caught off by music

“I’m a Buckle Bunny

Drive my own truck, got my own money

Bangin' with the chaw, so I talk funny

Rhinestone hat says, "Kentucky"

I'm a buckle bunny.”

"AND THEIR TAG TEAM PARTNER, WEIGHING IN AT 126 LBS FROM FORT KNOX KENTUCKY, THE SOUTHERN BELLE DIXIE FAE!" Justin announces my name.

I come out around the corner with my hands holding my big buckle that is a floral background with a ribbon in pink text saying “COWGIRL UP”. I stopped at the top of the ramp, to tip my hat to the crowd while they were cheering. I sauntered my way down the ramp, slapping some fans' hands, to the ring. I started to climb the steel stairs, but Hook stuck out his hand to help me up the stairs gracefully, I grabbed his hand winking at him.

“Thank ya, Darlin’.” I greeted him and Orange with a small nod, Orange nodded back

“Well, Well, looky there Taz, your boy has some manners with our Southern Belle Beauty here.” Excalibur claims

“He knows how to treat the women roster.” Taz agrees.

I got behind the ropes, taking off my show buckle as Hook wanted to start the match with Matt. As they are circling around the ring Matt decides to scream in Hook's face.

“LOOK AT THIS IDIOT, HUH!? WHAT YOU GOT HUH?! WHAT YOU GOT? YOU WANT A SHOT? I DON'T THINK SO!” Matt has his arms raised taunting Hook, but he looks confused about where this little speech is coming from. Matt backs up to let Angelo tag himself in the match. Angelo hops in to start circling around Hook, like a hunter scaring its prey.

“He’s got this, doesn't he?” I inquired about Orange, he just nodded with a little smile.

“Alrighty darlin’, let's get this match started then.” I commented a little cockily.

Then, Angelo steps back to his corner and reaches his arm back towards Matt to tag in. Anna just stands there clapping to the crowd as Angelo tries to mess with Hook, but he turns things around with a hip toss to get Angelo off of him. Hook looks up to see Matt in the corner waiting to charge at him. Matt rushes him but Hook turns it to a drop sayanagi. Matt ends up with his back turned to Hook, redrum is in place but it's too weak to hold Matt up. Matt scrambles to his corner to tag in Anna, Hook backs off of Matt as Anna enters the ring. Hook starts walking backwards as Anna starts walking towards me. I sat on the second rope with my hand held out to Hook with a smile, he slapped my hand and now it’s time for some Cowgirl Chaos.

“Oh here comes our Southern Belle, entering the ring with Anna Jay.” Tony describes.

“Look at the wicked smile on her face, she is ready for something.” Excalibur wearily says.

As I got into the ring, Anna and I started circling each other waiting for something to happen.

“So you’re the pretty belle in the back, who's gonna get her ass kicked by me.” Anna taunted with a sneer.

“Oh, really now hun?” I questioned her.

Anna then kicks me in the stomach with her left leg, I bent down to play as that kick hurt. She grabs my right arm to try to launch me to the corner, I countered it by slamming my feet to the ground in a squatting position. I shake my head with a smile and then toss her in the corner behind me away from her corner accompanied by a yell of “NO!”.

I show off my non-show buckle with my hip popped out to the side taunting Anna, I try to go for an elbow strike to her face but she moves out of the way. The funny bone part of my elbow ends up hitting the top turnbuckle, with that static fuzzy feeling going up and down my arm. Anna rushes at me hitting me with a spinning high heel kick to the chest over my breast. I winced and tried to leave that corner, from further damage happening. Anna grabs my right arm again looking for her Jay kick, but I grab her leg to reverse the move. I slightly panicked, reversed into a suplex, but without a struggle I held Anna for 6 seconds then let us drop hitting the mat in the middle of the ring. I got back up to my feet, looking out to the crowd waving my invisible lasso; I darted my eyes over to our corner seeing Hook and Orange clapping for me. The referee runs in front of me to the other corner, realizing that Angelo was getting in the ring, causing a distraction letting Jack Hager come out of nowhere and hit Orange in the face.

I rush over to see if Orange is okay, grabbing the top rope and observing Orange on the floor holding his head. I turned around to Anna superkicking me to the face, I rolled over to our side trying to gain back awareness. I see that Orange is still down and Hook is walking threateningly over to Jack, who is walking backwards around the ring and Anna ends up getting a tag to Angelo.

Matt jumps off the apron running towards Hook hitting him with a mean clothesline. I slump down off and out of the ring by steel steps. I watch in pain as Matt picks up Hook and throws him into the barricade. Hooks falls down to the ground only to get picked back up and thrown into the ring to Angelo. Angelo grabs his hair forcing Hook to get up, Angelo pulls Hook into a suplex. He tries to cover Hook, thankfully Hook kicks out at 2.

I finally collected myself and had my arms on the apron watching Hook getting beat by Angelo with some forearms to the head. Parker then hits another suplex on a dazed Hook, holding his back in pain moving away from danger. Parker follows Hook and grabs his hair again with his right hand, dragging him over to their corner, slapping his left hand with Matt. Matt jumps in and hits a back breaker to Hook, letting Angelo rebound off the ropes running drive by to Hooks head with a god awful sound.

Orange and I jump up on the apron watching this all go down wincing in sympathy for Hook. Matt goes for the cover, Orange preemptively getting in the ring, but Hook kicks out at 2 again. I cheer and whoop that Hook is still alive with us in this match. I see that Hook looked over to us, I reached my hand out to give him a little bit of encouragement to tag one of us in to save him from this onslaught. Matt slaps the back of Hooks head/ neck, he stumbles over to the ropes to gather himself. Matt then grabs Hook, but Hook is fired up now, he delivers a big knife chop to Matt's chest three times. Matt is tumbling backwards but he kicks Hook in the abdomen to throw him to the turnbuckles. Hook’s back smacks the middle turnbuckle so hard that he falls to the ground.

“Come on Hook darlin! Let's go!” I yelled over Matt's “Yeah!”

Hook hears me and starts crawling over to Orange and I with help of the bottom rope, yet Matt kicks him down. Hook keeps crawling, but Matt decides to hit Orange with an elbow.

“YOU ARE DEFINITELY GETTING THE PIG FARM NOW, HUN!” I threatened Matt

Matt continues his annoying onslaught to Hook, keeping him away from me. I turned half of my attention to Orange to get a good look at him. I turned my full attention to Anna Jay, and the ring.

“You ain't nothin’ darlin’, bless your heart!” I yelled over the ring to her with my full southern drawl.

“STOP!” Anna banshees a response to me as Hook gets whiplashed into their corner.

“We are getting a whole new view of our Southern Belle tonight guys.” Tony Comments on my scream.

“I think we are just seeing her natural response to her new friends getting beat down.” Excalibur responds

Hook falls back down to the mat, as Menard slaps his left hand to Parker's right hand. Matt places his foot on Hook's neck and grabs his left wrist to keep him still , as Angelo gets in the ring. Angelo enters and kicks his left hip hard, I walk over to the left side of the ring trying to rally Hook to give him energy to get to our corner. I walk back to our corner and see that Orange is back, I give him a nod to greet him back. We watch as Hook holds on the bottom rope trying to gather some energy. Angelo then copies Orange’s kicks with his hands in his pockets.

Orange and I try to start rallying the crowd with slaps to the turnbuckle and claps, most definitely out of beat. I tune back into the match as Hook gets thrown into the ropes, rebounding into a dropkick. We wince and cover our face in slight shock. Parker goes for the cover, I stand on the bottom rope looking over the referees shoulder as Hook kicks out for a count of 2.

“GET DOWN!” I look up to Anna Jay giving me a look.

“Honey, I think you need to fix your face!” I clapped back and Anna made a noise of frustration.

I step down off the ropes seeing Hook is in some type of trouble, he ends up doing a back body drop on Angelo Parker. It sends Hook to the ground holding his back in pain. Parker grabs his ankle dragging his whole body to their corner and tagging Matt back in, again. Matt starts delivering kicks to Hooks head, Hook is covering his head trying not to get injured from their vicious attack. Matt again throws into a corner and falls to the ground in pain after trying to get away.

“COME ON DARLIN’! BRING IT ON HOME!” I try to scream encouragement to Hook.

I start slapping my right hand to the top turnbuckle, rallying energy from the crowd for Hook to make his escape. Matt has a different idea and keeps his nasty attack going on Hook with Jack Hagers watching proudly from the floor. Hook delivers a surprise left hook to Matt's jaw, giving him some breathing room. Hook starts hitting Matt with out-of-nowhere forearms. Matt found a brief pause in Hook's attack to strike back with his own forearm, sending Hook back to the corner.

Hook ends up finding energy as Matt and Angelo are tag-teaming him in the ring, he takes both of them down with a lariat after rebounding off the ropes. Hook uses his last bit of energy tagging Orange in the match, while falling to the mat away from the match. I crouch down with a hand on his back, checking up on his well being after that awful onslaught. I caress his back till he is out of the ring, either on the apron or on the floor.

“You gonna be okay, darlin’?” I check on his health

“Yeah, I'll be okay in a few” Hook groans in pain.

I am slightly shocked that he spoke to me, knowing he has a reputation of being silent, not caring, and eating chips. I smile down at him letting him recover in peace while Orange is in the match.

Orange takes control real easily of Angelo grabbing his arm then moving his hand to his neck and slamming his head to the top turnbuckle causing him to become slightly dazed. Matt tries to attack Orange as Angelo stumbles away but ends up with the same fate. Just like clockwork, they kept coming back for more and more like they were stuck in a loop. Orange climbs to the top rope ready to deliver a dropkick, but Angelo and Matt cowered away. Orange jumped down and the boys turned around to watch him put his hands up and stuff them in his pockets. Matt and Angelo rush him with a double clothesline but Orange dodges them with a ninja roll.

Orange turns around to meet them both with a dropkick, to the upper body. I stand back up in our corner just as a caution or escape route for Orange. I see that Hook is struggling to get back up, using the ropes for leverage, I came over and grabbed his free arm to walk him over to post to lean on.

“Thanks Belle.” I heard Hook whisper, I nodded back to him with a smile and an innocent wink.

As Orange gets back up to his feet, Angelo rolls out of the ring, Matt is struggling to get back up to his feet; Orange makes a decision to rebound off the ropes and run to hit Suicide dive on Jack Hager. Orange, rushed back into the ring meets with Matt, tries for a tornado ddt but gets blocked by Matt as Angelo rushes back in and attacks Orange's left shoulder. Angelo and Matt go for a double suplex but Hook rushes in and pushes Orange's feet back down to the mat. Hook attacks both Matt and Angelos shoulders, to weaken them for a double suplex of their own. Anna tried to be smart and block Hook’s and Orange’s suplex. I rushed in with a hand on both Orange and Hook to find Anna, I wrapped my arm around her and counted to 3, delivering a suplex to all three of them.

Hook and I hurried out of the ring with each other, I noticed that his hand was on his abc again. My mom-like instincts came over me and I wrapped my arm around his back, letting him lean on me until we got back to our corner. As I helped Hook back to our corner, I watched Orange take off his sleeve going for an Orange Punch. Angelo sidestepped and snaked his arm around Orange's abdomen letting Matt come over and take him down with a leg sweep. Angelo ran from the corner, stepped up on Matt's back delivering an elbow to Orange's back.

Orange rolls out of the ring, as Hook runs in and carries through a T-bone suplex to Angelo, catching him off guard. Hook turns and launches Matt through a T-bone suplex as well. He then sees Angelo holding on the top rope in our corner, he inflicts another t-bone suplex, but he throws Angelo onto Matt. They both roll out of the way, out of the ring, just as Anna gets in the ring yelling nonsense towards Hook.

This causes the referee to get distracted again, so Jack Hager hits Hook with a running clothesline over the top rope. Orange pops back up to hit Jack with his famous Orange punch, knocking him down to the ground with a nasty fall. I clap and holler “yee-haw” to my boys for taking control of the ring again.

“Now you know, think of your actions, hun.” I said menacingly to Jack.

Anna then jumps on Orange Cassidys back trying to lock in the queen slayer, but I come in behind Orange to get her legs behind my head and I hold onto her arms to keep her from hitting me. Matt tries to rush at orange but he side steps sending him to Hook, locking him in redrum. I planted Anna down with a new move called “Muck em”, Matt started fading in Hooks redrum. I pushed Anna and myself out of the ring as Angelo rushed in but was hit with the Orange Punch. Orange rushes to cover Parker and counts 3 as the bell rung.

“THE WINNERS OF THIS MATCH; FTW CHAMPION HOOK, FRESHLY SQUEEZED ORANGE CASSIDY, AND THE SOUTHERN BELLE DIXIE FAE!” Justin announced over the speaker system

Orange, Hook, and I all gathered ourselves in the middle of the ring, Hook getting his title. Orange reaches for my hand, I let him grab my hand, bring it to his mouth, kissing the back of my hand and pulling me into a hug.

“Thank you Southern Belle, for coming to our aid.” Orange thanked me as if I was a princess. I laughed and shrugged my shoulders stating that it was no problem. Hook walked over and grabbed my other hand doing the same gesture as Orange but kissing my hand twice. The crowd is going absolutely wild for both vacant emotion wrestlers thanking me in a very emotion based way. Hook pulls me in a hug that lasts way longer than Orange’s hug did.

“Thank you so much for covering Kris and coming to help us. Meet me in the back, in 30 minutes?” Hook asked as we were pulling apart looking into each other's eyes while I was smiling brightly at him.

“Of course Darlin’, just come by my locker room then.” i invited hook with a wink

Hook and I pull apart so we can raise our hands together with Orange Cassidy, to celebrate our win.

“Look at what a celebration from a very surprising team that came together very easily.” Tony stating the obvious.

“The boys are just showing our Southern Belle the proper amount of gratitude and respect for her to come out and help them.” Taz explains to the world

“Will we see more romance in the future from them? Is the question, look at how Hook looks at her.” Excalibur points out too

“We don't know, but we will see how this builds in front of us.” Taz commented back.

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theworldofotps · 5 months

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Under The Mistletoe With Him

Pairing: Hook x OC Rose Word Count: 1, 527 Description: Rose goes on a trip down memory lane about having Tyler's name for the company gift exchange.

So, her birthday isn't till the 24th but we agreed to just post this now! So a very very early happy birthday to my dear friend @writtingrose I hope you enjoy your birthday fic love! So thankful for you and your friendship I love you bunches! Never forget how loved you are ❤️

Thank you so much to @omg-im-such-a-masochist for help getting the idea rolling because I couldn't choose between the choices, I created for myself. You're the best babes x ______ Tag List: @omg-im-such-a-masochist @melissahausen @new-zealand-chic @writtingrose @99hook @sjwrites22 @sassymox @mrsacklesevansmgk @xladyxfatex @biforrollynch @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @demonqueen29 @itsicantbelievethis666 @lilred91 @rebellious-desires @claymorexpunisher @letsgivethisonemoreshot @ava-valerie @shortyiceheart @serpantscorpio8497 @thatpanpal @thatnerdwriter @wrestlersownmyheart @vebner37 @auburnwrites @aews-four-pillars @seeingstarks @whenimakeitshine1234 @legit9thlunaticwarrior @blaquekitty @ironshamelessyouth @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @ripleyswhore @moonrosekk @xbreezymeadowsx @elevennbloom @melblacc @alliwant456 @mcreignsera If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. ______

“Baby, where do you want these bags of icing.”

Turning from the oven with a pan of fresh gingerbread cookies you point to the farthest corner of the counter.

“Over there please Ty, I want to be sure we have plenty of room to do this and hopefully we can avoid a big mess.”

Placing the icing bags on the counter he stood back watching his girlfriend lay them all out and then got bowls of small candies out.

“What are those for?”

“The cookies and if we manage to get around to decorating that house, now let me just put in this next batch of cookies. Then we can get started would you please put on some Christmas music? I have the playlist already set up on my phone.”

“Sure can.”

Using her spatula Rose carefully places each gingerbread person on the tray popping them in the oven and setting the timer. Wiping off her hands she grabs the pan with cookies already cooled, carrying them over to the counter where Tyler had gotten the music to play.

“Okay babe here we go decorate it however you want but please do try and not get icing all over I don’t want to run out.”

Tyler chuckled thinking about the last time they tried this and how more icing ended up on the two of them then on the cookies.

“Don’t worry I’ll behave.”

Pressing a kiss to her temple Tyler grabbed a cookie and picked a color to outline with. Rose watched him decorate, this was a moment she’d remember for the rest of her days. Picking up an icing bag she grabbed a cookie of her own to start decorating. The two silently worked for a few minutes listening to the music playing in the background as they enjoyed each other's company.

“You know something, this time of year always remind me of how our relationship started.”

Rose spoke softly as the memories from a few year prior played through her head causing her to smile.

“You mean that time I got caught under the mistletoe with your fine ass?”

He smirked leaning forward to steal a peck from her lips.

“I can’t believe I got Tyler.”

“What’s wrong with having Tyler I imagine he’d be pretty simple to shop for.”

“That’s easy for you to say Orange you’re actually friends with him, he hates me.”

“He does not hate you.”

“Oh yes he does he’s always glaring in my direction and when I tried to be polite or say hi, he just walks away.”

“To be fair he does that with everyone he’s just not a super expressive guy when it comes to being at work. But trust me he’ll love whatever you get him even if he doesn’t say it out loud.”

James assured her as the two walked down the hallway, it was a week before their company gift exchange and Rose was still unsure of what to get Tyler. He was serious when he said that Tyler would love anything she bought given the fact he was absolutely smitten with her. Not that Rose would know that given Tyler’s silent nature at work and don’t mess with me attitude. But the whole locker room and even some of the women knew about his feelings for her.

“What am I going to do?”

“Why don’t you go ask his dad? It wouldn’t hurt to give that a try maybe he can help you think of something. It’s better than stressing yourself out more than you already are.”

“I hadn’t even thought of asking Taz, you’re brilliant I’ll text you later.”

Rose smiled before scurrying off hoping to find the man in question to ask for help with his son’s gift.

‘Please don’t let Tyler be around.’

She silently begged walking into the ring area where a few of the guys were doing some practice moves. Spotting Taz speaking with Jack she made her way over and gently tapped on his shoulder.

“Rose, nice to see you.”

“Hi um could I please speak with you in private about something?”

Relief flooded her when he nodded, excusing himself from the conversation with Jack, the two walked a little bit away from the ring.

“Sorry to disturb you but I need some help, I got Tyler’s name for the gift exchange, and I still haven’t been able to find anything for him. Could you maybe give me a couple ideas? I just want it to be something he’ll like and find useful or something.”

“Ah I was wondering who got him well I guess it depends, what’s the budget limit?”

“Actually, I don’t know I didn’t realize there was one.”

“Okay, something simple yet useful. How about a gift card somewhere? There’s this steak place he absolutely loves going to whenever we’re around. You can’t really go wrong with giving the kid food.”

“That’s a great idea um what’s the name of the restaurant?”

“STK it’s a steakhouse I’ll give you the directions just give me a moment.”

Rose smiled, nodding as she waited patiently for him to look up the directions and texted them to her phone.

“There just text me if you have any other questions and I’d be more than happy to help you out.”

“Thank you so much Taz I appreciate this.”

“Anytime kiddo.”

Leaving the ring area Rose went out to her car and after putting the address in her phone made her way to the restaurant. After getting the gift card she picked up one other thing then placed them in a gift bag. When the party night finally arrived, she nervously carried the bag inside looking around, spotting Renee she rushed over to her.

“Hey Ree where do we put the gift exchange bags?”

“Hi sweetie they changed it up this year, you’re just going to give the gift to whoever you have.”

“Oh gods.”

“Who do you have?”

“Hook.”

“He just got here about ten minutes ago he’s there by the snack table probably trying to find a bag of chips to eat. I’ll just text Jon that way he can tell Tyler to come over this way, so you don’t need to push through the crowd.”

Renee hooked her arm with Rose’s and led her away from the crowd off to the side where they wouldn’t be bumped into.

“Alright Jon is bringing him over don’t worry this is going to be great he’ll absolutely love whatever you decided to get him.”

Renee winked quickly walking away as Jon shoved Tyler over to her Rose covered her mouth to stifle a laugh at Tyler’s curse but cleared her throat when he looked at her. Holding the bag out she looked at the floor then up at him.

“I know we hardly ever talk but um I got your name in the gift exchange, so I got you this family size bag of chips and a gift card to a steak place your dad said you liked.”

She rambled letting him take the bag from her hand and opened it a slight smile crossing his face as he looked at the gifts.

“Thank you Rose.”

“How.. I didn’t know you knew my name.”

“Of course, I know you’re name why wouldn’t I?”

“Because we never talk, and I figured that you hated me given the fact you glare at me a whole lot.”

“Not glaring at you just the way I look is all.”

“Hey! You two instead of babbling to each other why don’t you look above your heads.”

Jon called out causing them both to look up seeing a spring of mistletoe hanging from the ceiling. Rose felt her heart pick up in speed as Tyler’s eyes seemed to darken when he looked back at her, a smirk crossing his face. Rasing a brow he stepped closer waiting for her to reject him.

“Is it okay?”

“Yes it is.”

Rose said a little too fast causing Tyler to laugh quietly before his lips pressed against her’s and she melted into the kiss.

“I still can’t believe you thought I hated you.”

“Well, you acted like you did you weren’t really throwing out smiles or talking to me apart from the occasional grunt here or there.”

“It was all just a show baby I didn’t know how to admit to the most beautiful girl that I had the hots for her.”

Tyler said as he washed his hands then dried them before he hugged Rose from behind kissing her cheek.

“It would have saved me a lotta stressing out if you had.”

“True but that doesn’t matter now because you’re mine and I don’t plan on letting this sweet ass go.”

He said, grabbing her hips and pulling her into him the two laughing as she turned around wrapping her arms around his neck.

“We need to finish these cookies and I just put a fresh batch in.”

“We have a couple minutes besides I don’t need that long.”

“You’re awfully cocky you know that?”

“It’s my speciality.”

Tyler smirked cupping her cheeks as he captured her lips in a kiss much similar to their first.

#aew hook #hook fanfiction #hook x oc #hook aew #holiday fics #tyler senerchia

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smolwritingchick · 5 months

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Hi! Starting over again!

Idk how many people may remember this blog but hi! I'm Val aka Smolwritingchick.

I used to post The Bangtan Gal here on Tumblr. A BTS Jungkook love story about an 8th member of BTS, Jennie Walker.

I'm starting over. I have two stories I want to post on here that I deleted. A wrestling story called Forced To Believe which is about a female member of The Shield from WWE (I posted that on fanfiction.net many years ago) and my BTS story, Bangtan Gal. Currently editing chapters and will post them soon.

I took a long break from writing due to my mental health and just lack of motivation to write as I focused more on work and had other passions. But I miss it and would love to repost my work. I'm not a big fan of the fanfiction.net site these days so I will be posting my stories on Wattpad, Tumblr and Archive of our own for now on.

I'm hoping to continue The Bangtan Gal as I plan out new chapters after editing the old ones. For now, what matters is that I'm having all these chapters up from what has already been written so people can reread.

I don't really care about the notes or views. I just want to post these up again and see where it goes.

I keep rereading my stories and I really miss it so why not?

Stay tuned.

Links:

I'm also on Wattpad and Archive of Our Own

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Bangtan Gal Masterlist

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kyleoreillylover · 8 months

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Tiffany Stratton x Fem!Reader

Summary: What’s it like dating the Center of the Universe?

A/N: Why does no one write for Tiffany? I love her 😭😭 Here are some headcanons of her, hope you enjoy!

She’s very possessive of you, not in a controlling way but so everyone knows not to persue or mess around with you because you are her girl.

Loves PDA. Not just because it wards off people who try to get with you, but because she loves touching you. Constantly has an arm around your waist, your shoulder, anywhere she can hold. Makes out with you anywhere and everywhere, and doesn’t care who's watching. Why would she? They are irrelevant in her eyes, and if it bothers them that much they can look away.

Brags about you all the time. Aside from herself, of course, you are the best thing to ever happen to NXT in a long time. To her, you were beautiful, talented, kind, and miles better than all other these wannabes in this company. Why wouldn’t she brag about you?

If it isn’t obvious from being the Center of the Universe, she is the passenger and pillow princess in the relationship. Your love language is acts of service, so you loved to take care of her both in and out of the ring, whether that is being the designated driver, massaging her shoulders and running her a bath after each match, and planning cute little getaways whenever Tiffany was really stressed out.

That's not to say she doesn't spoil you either. She spoils THE HELL out of you. Only lets her baby wear the best of the best. Versace, Gucci, Prada, Louis Vuitton, you have a bunch of options as long as they are all designer. You feel bad because you don't want her to think you only are with her for her money. But she reassures you she'd never think that, and tells you that gift-giving is one of her love languages and it makes her happy to see you smile over something she got you. It was one of the first times in your relationship that she opened up to you, and your relationship became better because of it. After the talk, you put up less of a fuss about her buying stuff for you, feeling less guilty because you knew how happy it made her. Buys you gifts every week, sometimes it's something she knows you had your eye on or you'd love and is your style, but other times it's something like a new book collection or little trinkets that she knows you would love more than any designer brand. You are the only person she shows her soft side to, and you love that she feels so comfortable with you.

Definitely makes Shawn give you both your own private locker room because in her words, "We're the best wrestlers in NXT and deserve to be treated like stars instead of being in a room full of mouthbreathers and untalented hags."

You are not complaining when she drags you into the room after your promos to do some less than appropriate stuff ;)

But sometimes after a rough match you both just want to hold the other and cuddle for hours until you have to leave the arena.

She gets jealous very easily, and if anyone tries to flirt with you they better run away immediately if she tries to confront them. An angry Tiffany is not one you want to deal with.

Is very protective of you. Does not take anyone hurting you lightly, even if it is a joke. No lowlife trash should even have your name in their mouth. You’ve had to pull her apart from beating the hell out of the other girls after they kept running their mouths.

Loves having spa days with you on your days off and splurging on the best facility and skincare so the both of you can relax after hectic work weeks.

And also loves getting matching mani and pedi’s with you :)

You guys def have matching gear, not just ring gear but during promos too. Tiffany picks out the outfits, you’re just her beautiful model.

You give each other good luck kisses before one of you goes out for a match.

When Tiffany won the NXT Women’s championship, you were the proudest and the loudest one in the arena. You gave her the tightest hug ever, just so freaking proud of her, and the look you gave her made her heart melt. She waited until everyone was done hugging and congratulating her to let herself cry tears of happiness, picking you up and crying into your neck. She had the best thing in her life in her arms, and the second best thing around her waist, and she couldn’t be more happier.

You guys won the NXT Women’s Tag Team championships shortly after, which just made it all the more sweeter. You both were on top, had all the gold, and most importantly, had each other.

Tiffany may be an arrogant rich bratty girl to others, but to you she was the sweetest, softest, attentive and most loving woman you ever met and had the privilege of being with, and you couldn’t feel luckier knowing she was yours every single day.

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Nashville

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Synopsis: Adam Page and Swerve Strickland go to a bar in Nashville...

Word Count: 2,359.

A/N: do we like this 1st POV or back to 3rd?

Ratings/Warnings: M. Alcohol Use. Explicit Sexual Themes.

It was a hot night in Nashville as I sat at a bar and grill waiting for my best friend, Liz, to meet me for dinner. It was our ritual to meet after work to commiserate another grueling week.

As I waited for Liz, my eyes passively scanned the bar filling up around me. Most people were pooling in to pregame for a night out. It was summer so there were quite a few people in shorts and t-shirts. This was my favorite season to people-watch. You could tell if someone was a tourist by their clothes or lack of them. My eyes wander out to a pair of men at the end of the bar. One donning a dark purple shirt, dark jeans, and cowboy boots. His light brown hair looked almost gold in the lights of the bar. The other was wearing a black t-shirt and jeans. His hair was loc'd and when he smiled, I couldn't help but notice a grill in his mouth. Both of them were very handsome.

The man in the purple shirt laughed at something his friend said. He threw his head back. My eyes traveled down his body. He was fit, I could tell. His biceps flexed as he raised a drink to his lips. My eyes couldn't help but trail over to his friend and notice how muscular his physique was as well.

The vibration of my phone brought my attention back. I was texting my friend.

'I'm so sorry but I got stuck with another shift!'

'It's okay.' I replied.

'Can you take a raincheck?'

'Yeah. Sure.' I replied.

I wasn't upset that Liz bailed; as we do this every week. I began to put my phone in my purse and get ready to walk away when the man in the black shirt took the empty seat next to me.

"What's a beautiful woman like yourself doing all alone?" The man said, his voice deep and rich.

"I was waiting for my friend," I replied.

"I'm Stephon, but my friends call me Swerve." He said, extending his hand.

"I'm Ciera."

"Ciera, huh? That's a pretty name. It's nice to meet you, Ciera."

I took his hand and shook it. I tried to ignore how soft his skin was.

"Well, my friend can't make it. So, I guess I'll be heading home."

"That's a shame, my friend and I were wondering if you wanted to join us for a drink."

He nodded towards his friend in the purple shirt who had been watching us the whole time. He smiled from across the bar and raised his beer.

"Oh, well. I don't want to interrupt." I replied.

"You won't be. We've been waiting for someone just like you to join us."

"Oh? And why is that?"

"Well, a beautiful woman like yourself deserves some attention."

I smiled, "So, you've already told me."

He chuckled, "My friend and I are from out of town."

"That explains the purple shirt. Are you here for business or pleasure?"

"Business. We just finished a show."

"What kind of show?"

"We're professional wrestlers."

"You don't say," I said, trying not to sound surprised.

"Don't believe me, huh?" He said, his hand going to his chest, feigning pain.

"No. I didn't say that."

"Your face says it all."

I blushed, "I'm sorry."

He waved me off, "It's cool. It sounds crazy, but it's the truth."

Swerve then proceeded to take out his phone and show a clip of him and his friend's match.

"Woah."

"Now you see, I wasn't lying." He said with a wink.

"Yeah, you're right. Sorry about that."

"You can make it up by having a drink with us."

The man grinned mischievously. I knew I shouldn't have, but I couldn't resist.

"I guess, but just one drink."

"Great!" He said, waving for his friend to come over.

His friend smiled from across the bar and took the seat on the other side of me.

"Ciera, this is my friend, Adam."

"Nice to meet you," I said, smiling and shaking his hand.

"It's nice to meet you, too." He replied.

"Well, what are you drinking, sweetheart?"

***

Three drinks later, we learned everything about each other. I learned how Swerve grew up an army brat and how Adam was a high school teacher in a past life. My life seemed pale in comparison as I told them I grew up in the middle of nowhere Florida before moving to Nashville as an assistant for a music executive. They were the total package. Adam was smart, funny, and easy to talk to while Swerve was the life of the party and knew exactly how to keep a girl smiling.

I could barely contain my laughter as they were regaling me with stories of their exploits.

"It was crazy. The entire crowd was throwing bottles at us." Swerve explained.

"Oh my god. How do you guys do it?"

"We love it," Adam responded. Swerve agreed.

"I think we've found our new best friend," Swerve said, raising his glass.

"Best friend?"

"Of course. We can't let you get away that easily."

"We have to leave for another show tomorrow, but we'd love to see you again," Adam added.

"We've had such a great time, Ciera," Swerve said.

"Me too. I've enjoyed getting to know you both."

"We could get to know each other better. Our hotel isn't too far from here." Swerve said, his hand brushing against my thigh.

Goosebumps rose across my skin at the feel of his fingers. The touch was light, barely there.

"I don't know about that."

"Come on. Let us take care of you. Show you a real good time." Adam said, the southern twang in his voice thick from the alcohol.

My eyes went to his. They were filled with heat and desire.

"I've never done something like this before."

"That's even better."

Swerve's fingers continued to brush against my skin. He inched closer and closer until his entire palm rested on my thigh. Adam leaned against me from my other side, his breath against my neck giving me chills down my spine.

"Let's go." Swerve whispered.

"I'm not that easy." I breathed out, the scent of alcohol strong on my breath.

"No. Of course not." Adam said.

"No expectations, just a nightcap." Swerve added.

I glanced between the pair. When was a situation like this ever going to happen to me again?

"Okay. Just a nightcap."

"Atta girl." They said in unison.

Adam stood first, helping me out of the barstool. I stood between the two. Both of them towered over me. Swerve placed his hand on the small of my back. His large, strong hands rubbed my skin.

We walked outside. The heat of the air surrounded me. I looked up to see the stars above. Adam ordered an Uber and less than 15 minutes later we were in his hotel suite. He opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of expensive whiskey.

"I'm not an alcoholic, I promise. I'm just very picky about my whiskey." Adam said.

Swerve seated me on the couch, his eyes watching me intently.

"Do you have a mixer?" I scrunched my nose.

"You can't drink whiskey straight?" Adam teased.

"I don't know."

"Just give it a try." Swerve encouraged.

"Fine."

Adam handed me the drink and I took a sip. The brown liquor was smooth as it went down my throat.

"See? Not that bad, is it?"

"Not at all."

Adam took the seat to my right as Swerve took the seat to my left, sandwiching me. Adam poured himself and Swerve a drink. We talked about country music as we sipped. Swerve's hand was back on my thigh, rubbing my exposed skin, brushing against the hem of my shorts.

Adam's hand trailed down my arm. The goosebumps came back. I took another sip of the whiskey and set it down.

"You have beautiful skin," Adam complimented as he tucked my hair behind my ear. It was such a contrast from his tanned hands.

Swerve leaned over and whispered, "And you have beautiful lips."

"Thank you," I whispered as the pair's hands roamed my body.

Swerve's fingers played at the waistband of my shorts. He tugged them down slightly. Adam got up to dim the lights before coming back to kiss the side of my neck. I gasped at the feeling of his beard and the heat from his mouth.

"Relax, let us take care of you." Swerve whispered into my ear.

I tried to, but I was in disbelief at the situation. This is not what I expected when I woke up this morning.

"You're so tense, darlin'," Adam added.

"I can't help it. I can't believe this is happening."

Swerve chuckled, "Well, we can stop if you want."

I glanced down and noticed the bulge forming in his jeans. I turned my head to Adam whose erection was also peeking from his jeans.

I could feel myself growing wet at the sight.

I decided I wasn't going to block myself from this experience.

"No."

"No?"

"No, I don't want to stop."

Swerve grinned, "That's what we like to hear."

They wasted no time getting me out of my clothes. Adam kissed my neck and fondled my breast as Swerve took his shirt off, revealing his sculpted abs. He placed my legs on the couch before spreading them. He rubbed and kissed my thighs. His lips felt soft against my skin. I moaned as I closed my eyes, feeling Adam's lips on me. Swerve spread my pussy and began to lick and suck. I grabbed the back of his head and grabbed onto his locs.

"Mmm, you taste delicious," Swerve said.

"I've thought about this since we saw you at the bar," Adam said.

Swerve licked my clit slowly, taking his time. I arched my back off the couch as the sensations began to build. Adam kissed the back of my neck, jaw, and then lips as he pinched and played with my nipples. Swerve continued his tongue work around my sensitive pussy, lapping me up.

I moaned against Adam's mouth. My fingers tangled in his hair. His kisses were soft and sensual. I felt like I was going to melt.

"Fuck," I breathed as Swerve sucked on my clit.

"Does it feel good?" Adam asked.

"Yes." I hissed.

Swerve licked and sucked harder. The tension built inside me. I felt my pussy get wetter.

Before I got to the edge, Swerve pulled away from me. The nectar from my honey was on his beard. Adam's hands went down my body and rubbed my clit in replacement to Swerve's tongue. He inserted a finger into my tight hole and thrust slowly.

"Fuck." I moaned, throwing my head back.

Swerve undressed and began to stroke his dick. His cock was long and girthy with a slight curve.

"Do you think she's ready?" Swerve inquired, grabbing a pack of condoms from Adam's suitcase.

"I'd say she is."

Swerve and Adam smirked. Adam removed his hand and carried me to the bed. He laid me down as Swerve came to his side. Adam spread my legs and gave me a taste, holding onto my hips.

Swerve stroked his dick and licked his lips watching me moan at Adam's touch. He rolled on a condom before trading places with Adam, entering inside me. I let out a deep moan as he stretched me out, the pain quickly turning into a deep pleasure. He rocked into me slowly.

Adam watched his friend fuck me, taking his clothes off. Adam crawled onto the bed as Swerve turned me over and positioned me into doggy style. Adam took the opportunity to get on his knees and put his cock in my mouth.

"Damn, baby." He moaned as I bobbed and gagged. He was just as big and girthy as Swerve.

I looked up and saw Adam's abs and v-line. His chest and shoulders were toned and muscular. Swerve continued to pound into me. His large hands grabbed my ass.

After a while, the men changed positions. Now Adam was fucking me as Swerve took the opportunity to kiss and play with me.

I moaned loudly, my nails digging into the sheets as Adam thrust faster.

"Fuck. You're so wet." Adam said, his southern twang even more pronounced as he fucked me.

He slapped my ass, causing me to moan loudly in response. Swerve watched as his friend fucked me. He played with his dick, stroking and rubbing the precum.

"Come here, baby." He said.

He guided my head to his cock and inserted himself in my mouth. I could taste his precum as he fucked my mouth. He growled, pushing himself into the back of my throat.

I gagged as he pulled out, a string of spit following him. They took turns fucking my holes, switching places.

Adam bent me over, pushing my face into the mattress. He lifted my hips, pounding into my pussy. Swerve came behind him and inserted himself in my ass.

"Fuck!" I yelped, my body conforming to him.

"Oh, yeah, baby. Fuck, you're so tight." Swerve growled.

Adam held me up as the men fucked me. Their grunts and growls filled the air.

"Shit. Fuck, baby. You feel so good." Adam grunted.

My lower stomach grew warm and tight as my orgasm gushed out from me.

"Fuckkk," I heard Swerve hiss as his orgasm took over. Adam lost it instantly afterward.

"Shit."

Adam lay on the bed next to me. His chest heaved and glistened with sweat. Swerve pulled out of me and took the condom off, throwing it in the trash. I was in between us, the three of us panting. Swerve rolled over to face me then grabbed my face and kissed me, his tongue exploring my mouth. Adam caressed my back, kissing my neck as Swerve kissed me. When Swerve pulled away, Adam rolled me around and kissed me tenderly.

"What do you say, do you think we'll be seeing you again?" Swerve asked.

"Definitely," I said, catching my breath.

"Good."

They took turns kissing and caressing me until we fell asleep.

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let-me-love-you-loki · 5 months

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Everything Has Changed--Ch. 28

Chapter 28

Nick

“No. No effing way,” I snapped at Matt as we stood beside my Nissan in the parking lot of LAX. “You can go without me.”

Matt rolled his eyes and banged his forehead against the roof of the car a few times. “Nick, come on. We don’t scratch, and we’re booked for a trio. You’re going to have to get over it eventually.”

“Like hell I do!”

“What are you going to do, avoid Kenny forever?”

Anger flared up in my chest and I shoved away from the car. I laced my hands over my head, tugging down on my Clippers hat. What did Matt expect me to do? He hadn’t been there. He hadn’t seen what Kenny had done to Shaye. He had no fucking clue how she’d completely broken when she’d seen Kota come out that door. My brother knew that Kenny could have a selfish streak, and there was no doubt that he was so absolutely enmeshed with Kota Ibushi for the rest of his life.

Behind me, Matt let out an exasperated sigh. “Help me out here, Nick. I don’t understand how it was so bad that you’re willing to bust up the Elite. To end the Young Bucks.”

“I never said I wanted to stop wrestling with you!”

A pressure started to build up behind my eyes.

“It’s pretty much the same thing, man. The three of us said we’re going to do this together,” my brother said with a forced calm. “If the Elite are over, what’s the point?”

My teeth clenched, and I swear I thought I was going to scream. I tugged on the brim of my hat and paced along the paint line beside the car. The longer it went, the more I felt as if the whole world had turned against me. That no matter what things he’d done, Kenny Omega would always be able to get away with anything.

I threw up my hands. “Okay then. If that’s how you see it, then fine. I’m done.”

Matt’s eyes went wide, almost as if he couldn’t believe that I’d actually said the words. “What? Nick…”

“No. I’m out. You and Kenny tag together. I’m sure you’ll be fantastic.” The words dripped in sarcasm as they fell out of my lips. I shoved my way past him and yanked the door open. “Find your own fucking way home.”

Before Matt could say another word, I started the car and peeled out of the space. Maybe it wasn’t fair to leave him in the middle of the parking lot at LAX. But just then I didn’t care. It was me or Kenny. And it looked like my brother—my best friend—had chosen Kenny.

***

Shaye

It was sickening how easy it was. I wanted to hate myself for every breath I drew because I’d fallen back into this rhythm with Kenny within a matter of days that made me feel somehow sick inside. Dirty. As if I were doing something horrible.

Damon hadn’t spoken to me since that night I caught him sneaking out his bedroom window. He wouldn’t even look at me. I knew with every fiber of my being that I’d let him down. That I’d turned out to be what he thought I was—just another extension of our parents who looked at him and saw him as a screw up. It didn’t matter that I didn’t really think that way. My brother had convinced himself that I did, so there was no changing it. Damon Walker was as stubborn as traffic in midtown at rush hour.

“Do you know when you’re coming back here?” I asked, absolutely hating the whining neediness in my voice. I sank beneath the covers on my bed, pulling them up to my chin.

“This weekend. I’ll be in California for a couple shows with the Bucks,” Kenny replied in that smooth, low tone of his that felt like sinking into a steaming hot bath. There was still something about him—even knowing everything that had happened and every lie that he’d told—that could ease me down to my bones.

I sucked in my breath at the mention of the Young Bucks. I’d pretty much cut off contact with Nick Jackson after the last time we’d spoken. It wasn’t fair to him, whatever this was. “Oh, awesome.”

“Why? Do you want to come?” It wasn’t hard to imagine that he didn’t sound very enthusiastic about that prospect.

“No!” The word came out in a half croak, half scream. “I mean, it’s okay. I have work anyway.”

Kenny chuckled, and I felt a shiver rush down my spine. Like someone had dropped ice in the back of my shirt. “Don’t want to see me?” When he spoke again, his voice was hard. “Or don’t you want to see Nick?”

“I…” My heart dropped into my toes. I thought I was going to vomit. “I…”

The laughter that came down the line was dark and heavy. I’d never heard his voice like that. “Shaye, are you hiding something?”

My guts turned inside out. I couldn’t breathe. My mouth was dry, filled with cotton and sandpaper. I gagged as I tried to suck in air to keep from throwing up.

“I… I’m… I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” I whispered, too afraid to speak any louder. Tears burned the back of my eyes. “I just can’t. I can’t come to California.”

“You weren’t invited anyway,” he said flatly.

I squeezed my eyes shut as the world started spinning beneath me. The words were so angry, so hurtful. It felt like he’d slapped me. “I know.”

Kenny took a breath, almost as if he had to work up the patience to stay on the phone with me. Who is this person? I thought. This isn’t Kenny.

“Come on, Shaye,” he said at last, his voice returning to something resembling his normal timbre. “I’m messing with you. If you don’t want to come, you don’t have to. It’s okay.”

A piece of the knot in my chest let go, but there was still a sense of ice and lead deep in my stomach. I hated myself for this. For how easy it had been for him to drag me back, even if I’d walked right back into the fire of my own free will.

***

Nick

“What the hell did you do?” Sam screamed at me from the other end of the phone. “Why am I driving to fucking LA to pick Matt up because you left him in the parking lot of the airport?”

I rolled my eyes and thought about throwing the phone out the window. “Sam, I really need you to stop calling me and yelling. Or just yelling in general.”

“Don’t cop an attitude with me, Nick Jackson,” she growled. “I had to leave the studio after I’d just back varnished a brand-new canvas to drive to LAX through traffic to pick him up. You are not going to talk to me like that.”

“I’m not doing this. Not right now, not later, not tomorrow.” My head throbbed. I was more exhausted than I could ever remember being after a loop. “I just want to go home and crash. Please, leave me alone.”

She went quiet for maybe the first time since I’d known her. The silence stretched for several minutes, so long that I thought the call had dropped. Then I heard her voice, sharp as glass. “Okay. Fine.”

Then she hung up.

I slammed the heel of my hand into the steering wheel and swore as I threw my phone into the passenger seat. This day just kept getting better and better.

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of-twilight-and-moonshadow · 2 months

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Not Even If You Tried - Darby x Emery

I alluded to this last night. Here it is.

My heart-wrenching dream-turned-chapter that spiraled at the beginning into something else (thanks to the Bucks).

Part of my series ' Dark Angel of the Bullet Club '

Word Count: 3,802

Warnings: Swearing, dark thoughts and spiraling/depression-like moment (briefly). Matt and Nick are assholes. Darby's precious. And tooth-rotting fluff at the end. (as demanded by Kat to make up for the tears this will probably cause ya'll)

Also, I allude to another chapter that I am currently writing -- ironically, another Darby x Emery one -- where he helps her get control over the Dark Angel and Sinister Angel personalities. Obviously, it worked. lol There is also a part I allude to Emery having previously hurt Matt and Nick? It's a part of the same fic (as mentioned above, Darby x Emery) where it explains that. Basically, it was due to Sinister having come out-- and Sinister doesn't care if friend or foe, she'll fuck shit up.

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To say she was lost was an understatement. No, make it the understatement of the year- and for fucks sake, it was only March. Lost, hurt, confused – even a bit angry. Those were the emotions swirling about Emery, especially over the last month. With everything going on between her friends—and people she thought were her friends—there was zero time or room for her to focus on her own matches. Now sitting at a record of 2 wins and 3 losses, Emery was almost certain she wouldn’t see a title picture any time soon.

Strangely enough, it didn’t bother her too much. Not having to worry about a title shot left her with time to worry about her friends, and lately, that was a full-time job itself. But the more she worried about them, the more she wondered if that was the right thing to do. With the building worry over those she held dear, the more her anxiety and panic rose. Thankfully—with Darby’s help—Emery had been able to successfully keep control over both Dark and Sinister. Now, she need not worry about one of those personalities taking over her soul and she could go about her life, her matches, her own way.

“I need some air,” Emery sighed, standing up from the table in catering. Kris and Willow looked up at her, faces full of worry.

“You gonna be good?” Kris asked.

“Want us to come with? We totally can-“ Willow offered, giving a soft smile.

“No, no—I—“ Emery breathed, wrapping her arms around her midsection, “I’m okay, don’t worry. I just need a moment to collect my thoughts…”

“Alright,” nodded Kris.

“We’re here if you need us,” Willow added.

Feeling the lump in her throat, Emery could only give the two a brief nod before turning and walking through the back halls. As much as she appreciated their kindness and worry- right now, Emery just desperately wanted her friends. Her familial friends. Ones she had relied on since she came into the business. Ones that—

“Emery! Just the girl we were looking for.”

Speak of some of the devils.

Slowly turning around, Emery watched as Nick and Matt walked up to her, clad in some new outlandish colored suits, ridiculous hats to match.

“Something I can do for you, Nick? Err—Nicholas.”

The pointed glare from both of them at the name usage quickly morphed into almost forced smiles as Matt waved his hand dismissively.

“We won’t hassle you about the name thing—this time,” Matt winked as if it were some joke between them.

“But now that you asked—yeah, there is something we need,” Nick smirked deviously, “Coffee. You know what we like. Here’s a fifty. Get yourself something while you’re at it, our treat!”

“Yeah, those bags under your eyes? Looks like you could use the caffeine,” Matt continued, laughing along with his brother.

“You’re turning me into an errand girl? For some---coffee?!” Emery asked incredulously, her hands falling to her sides.

“Um, yeah? Look—we’re busy here, trying to improve the show- the company. It desperately needs it, too. So do us a favor—get the coffee,” Matt shrugged, throwing in, “Maybe, when you get back, we can discuss putting you in a Champions Eliminator match. See if you can even win that.”

Emery was at a complete loss for words. These two were like brothers to her. They had been there since the get-go. Helped train her--- after Kyle, of course. Not once had they ever used her as an errand girl or a bag handler.

“We’ll be in our office when you get back,” Matt said as he walked off, sliding his hands into his pant pockets.

“Try not to take too long,” Nick chuckled, reaching up with his hands and gently patting her cheeks a few times, before following after his brother.

He did not just---

Emery stood there, shaking as she felt the anger in her rising from her toes all the way to her head.

I can take care of them, whispered Sinister, who clawed at the opportunity to come out and play.

Shaking her head, Emery balled up her fists—the fifty dollar bill in her right-hand crumpling.

No. Matt and Nick were still in there. They were still the guys she loved. She would not hurt them—not again.

No.

Quickly, without thought, Emery turned and bolted down the halls, heading to the only person she had left right now.

Darby.

Despite all the shit that had gone down the last two months between the Bucks, Darby, and Sting- Emery was relieved that Darby still let her into his life. It would have been all too easy for him to turn his back on her, the “Bucks Little Sister” as she had become known over the years. The thought reminded her of when Yuta had turned his back on her and it sent a sharp pain through her heart. Shaking it off, Emery rounded a corner and saw the locker room that he should be in. Upon knocking, though, and a quick peek in, she saw it was empty.

With a sad sigh, Emery looked down at her hand where the money was still crumpled up.

“Guess I’m going for coffee.”

Thirty minutes later, the brunette walked in through the parking area, holding a to-go container with three coffees. Maybe Matt was right. Maybe the coffee would help her. With everything going on, it had been difficult for Emery to get a decent night's sleep. Usually, she’d snuggle up to Kenny or Hangman- or Riley, if he was ever in the same town as her. However, Hangman had been having his own issues with Swerve as of late and completely losing his mind. Kenny—with the injuries and emergency surgery…. Well, Emery didn’t want to bother him too much. Plus, she was constantly out on the road while Kenny was back home. Even her best friends (aptly named) Orange and Chuck were cuddle buddies of hers, but they, too, have had a lot going on. Emery had debated messaging them a few times, but each time she would be about to hit the ‘send’ she’d hesitate, feeling like she was bothering them. The messages would end up deleted, and Emery would suffer another night of restless sleep.

Lost in thought, Emery wasn’t aware of the pale blue eyes on her- until he stepped in front of her path, cutting her off with a soft smirk.

“Hey,” was Darby’s simple introduction.

Stopping short so that she didn’t run into him, not wanting to spill the coffee all over his shirt, Emery focused her attention and looked into his eyes. The second she did, giving their eyes a moment to read each other, his smile fell as he picked up on something wrong.

“Hardy said he saw you come to my room a bit ago— sorry I wasn’t in. Had to go to the ring to do a promo. You good?”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah- yeah, no. I’m…. good.” Emery nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat and looking away from his gaze. A gentle finger hooked under her chin and brought her eyes back to his as Darby studied her closely. His thumb gently brushed her cheek, his own way of showing her affection. A brief moment of silence passed between them until he pulled away and looked down at the coffee in her hands.

“All for you?” Darby questioned, raising an eyebrow, “Thought you needed to take it easy on coffee—the shakes and shit that caffeine was giving you?”

“Yeah, no—uh…. This one is mine… decaf,” Emery told him, carefully shifting her hands to use a thumb and pointing to one of the cups.

“And the other two?”

“M-Matthew and Nicholas gave me some money to get them—”

“They sent you on a fuckin’ coffee run?” Darby interrupted, raising an eyebrow once again, before rolling his eyes with a scoff, “Fuck that shit.”

Darby reached up and pried Emery’s cup out of the holder before easing the four-cup holder out of her hand and replacing it with her cup of coffee. Wordlessly, he turned around and walked over to the large garbage can in the hall, unceremoniously dropping the two coffees into it with a satisfied smirk.

“They can get their own damned coffees—just like they used to,” Darby said as he walked back over to Emery, who stood there with a shocked expression on her face. As upset as she wanted to be—looking at him to scold him for the waste—she found herself gently smiling instead, catching the look of mischief written across Darby’s face.

“Now that you’re not laden down with extra coffee—you wanna come out to my place this weekend? Planning to do a bonfire, probably do some skate stunts – and I could use a beautiful model for some new Hoodlum merch,” he smirked playfully.

“You shameless flirt,” Emery chuckled, “Your honeyed words won’t work on me that easily. What else you got?”

“Mmm, playing hard to get, eh? Okay---” Darby licked his lips, “The puggles would love to see you again. Pretty sure the lil’ guys miss you more than they do me.”

“Bonfires and puppy dogs!? Sold!”

“Oh- so you want to see the dogs and not me, eh? I see how it is,” he recoiled playfully before turning solemn and adding, “At least I know that they’ll be cared for if something happens to me next month.”

Instantly, the blood ran cold in Emery’s veins as she realized what Darby was alluding to. His climb on Mount Everest.

“Darby—do you really have to do this? I mean—you’re pretty banged up—”

Before Darby could respond, though, his eyes flickered over Emery’s shoulders as distant voices got louder.

“—when that would be--- Ah! Emery, there you are!” Matt’s voice rang out, stopping just behind her. She could tell by Darby’s narrowed and emotionless eyes that the Bucks were staring him down. A tense moment passed before he looked at her again, giving her an apologetic shrug.

“I’ll catch ya later.”

With that, Emery felt the brief warmth she had gained five minutes previous leave her as Darby walked away. The further he walked, though, the more her thoughts began to race, and she could feel the panic starting to tighten around her lungs, her heart beginning to race.

What if he doesn’t come back? What if he gets on that plane to go to the Himalayas but doesn’t get on the return plane? What if something comes up and she’s not able to make it to his place this weekend—and she can’t see him next week on the show—and this is the last time she sees him? What if---

“—our coffee?” Nick’s distant voice was asking, but Emery wasn’t able to pay any attention to the words. The cup of coffee that was in her hand was plucked out of her grip, to which she was barely aware of. The snapping of fingers in front of her face finally brought her out of her spiral and as she turned around she saw Matt’s look of disgust as he spat out the sip of coffee he had taken from her cup.

“Eck, that’s terrible!” he exclaimed, before tossing it in the same garbage can that Darby had dumped theirs.

“We see you got coffee—what happened to ours?” Nick asked her.

“Sorry it… spilled… on the way here….”

“Spilled?” Matt questioned, disbelieving and with a look of disappointment on his face. “So you didn’t go back and get a replacement?”

Emery’s mind was still reeling with the thoughts of losing Darby, so she couldn’t even muster up an answer to him.

“Jeez Emery,” Nick rolled his eyes, “Worst intern ever.”

“Yeah—forget about that championship eliminator match,” Matt waved his hand as if shooing away a bug.

“You know what, Matthew? I’m feeling a little peckish,” Nick stated, looking at his brother.

“Now that you mention it- I could use a bite to eat. Emery—”

“Get it yourself.”

The simple statement that fumbled from her mouth stopped both brothers in their tracks.

“Excuse us?”

“Do you remember who you’re talking to here? We’re the EVP’s—”

“Oh my God—shut up—just SHUT UP!” Emery exclaimed, finally fixing her gaze on them. Both of their eyes had gone wide in shock at her outburst, but something in her had snapped. Emery didn’t care, though; she was done.

“What the hell happened to the two of you, huh?! You go away for a couple of months and then come back all high and mighty—” Emery gestured towards them and their suits, “—I am your Goddamn friend—the person you claimed as a sister as far back as 2017—and you’re treating me like absolute shit right now! Don’t you see I have enough going on right now?! I don’t need this! My whole life—for the past 6 months—feels like it has been slowly crumbling down around me, and two of the people that are usually always there for me have been nowhere to be found!”

The longer she vented her frustrations, the more her eyes welled up with tears that she desperately tried to hold back, but at some point, it became too much, and they began to roll down her face.

“I don’t know what has gotten into you two—but I can NOT deal with this right now! I—I’m done—I--- Find someone else to fetch your damn food and your damn coffee. Hell—find--- find someone---” Emery felt her throat trying to close up, a part of her begging her not to say the words she was about to, but they still fell from her lips, “—Find someone else to be your sister—!”

A ragged gasp of air escaped her throat as she turned on her heels and blindly raced away, the tears falling freely from her eyes and clouding her vision. The Bucks stood there, flabbergasted at what had just transpired.

“Matthew—”

“No, no. It’s okay. She’ll be fine, Nicholas,” Matt shook his head, trying to convince not only his brother but himself, “Just… give her some time.”

Maybe she would be better off without them, a part of him wondered before they turned in unison back down the hall and disappeared.

Two hours later, Emery sat in the shower stall of her hotel room, knees up to her chest as the water cascaded down around her. Kris had found her outside the arena, leaning against a brick wall, cheeks stained with tears- and wordlessly helped her up into her rental. All Kris asked her was if she needed a doctor- to which Emery slowly shook her head no. Upon getting into her room, she had aimlessly stood in the center for a while before slowly peeling off her clothing and getting into the shower.

Her mind felt like it was racing—but it was blank. Painfully blank.

She had attempted to clean herself, but all the energy had left her, so instead, she slumped down to the floor and just sat there.

She had no one now…..

Everyone was gone…..

For the first time in ten years, she was alone…..

Her thoughts began to turn dark and she could feel herself crawling towards that dark rabbit hole. A familiar feeling…. A painful…. Scared feeling….

Call…. Call them….

Call who?

Matt and Nick?

They didn’t care…. She had burned that bridge now….

As she sat there, the water began to soothe her in its own tranquil way. A single image flashed across her mind. One person.

Go.

“I--- I cant…. Lose him…. I—”

Go.

The persistent desire and need to be near him started to slowly uncloud her mind. Her arm slowly reached up and turned off the faucet. Carefully, Emery pushed herself off the slick tile floor and reached for a towel. The more she focused on him, the clearer she began to think—which let her think back to all the small moments shared between them. He was chaos and untamed fearlessness- but at the same time, he calmed her racing mind, brought peace to her dark thoughts. He helped her be a better person—made her want to be a better person.

Without him…. Where would she be?

Twenty minutes later, hair still dripping wet, Emery stood in the hall outside of another hotel room. It was mostly silent around her—and for a moment, she thought perhaps he had already gone to bed—but then in the near distance, she heard the soft sounds of water shutting off.

Pausing for only a minute longer, Emery finally reached forward and gently knocked on the door in front of her. Movement could be heard from within, before the sliding of a lock and then the door slowly opening.

“Hey, out late---” Darby began to smile, but it faltered as his eyes raked over her. Wordlessly, he reached out a hand and took hers, gently pulling her into the room with him, shutting the door behind Emery.

Darby’s mouth opened as he attempted to say something, but what could he say? He didn’t want to say the wrong thing and make whatever was wrong worse.

“H-how can I help?” he finally whispered.

Emery looked up from the floor, finally looking into his eyes as her own teared up once more.

“Hold me,” she choked out as the tears fell down her face. Without hesitation, Darby reached out for her and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close to him. The warmth from his shirtless chest brought a wave of calm to her. Laying her head in the crook of his neck, her arms folded up between them as his drew soothing circles on her back. It was everything she didn’t realize she needed.

“I—I’m here.”

That simple phrase, meant to help soothe her—actually broke her heart more, and she pulled away from him. Confusion crossed his features as he looked at her with his blue eyes.

“…. But you won’t be….. You’ll be gone…. Climbing a mountain….. a dangerous…. Life-taking mountain….. Why? Why do you have to do this?”

“Why not?” Darby responded, “Mer—you know me. You now how I am. I do dangerous stupid shit all the time. You watched me drive a small ass trike with a fractured arm. It’s just…. Who I am.”

Emery wrapped her arms around her abdomen and walked past him into the room, trying to hold back more tears.

“I just….” She whispered, a few stray tears falling down her face, “I don’t think you understand…. how scared I am of losing you….”

Darby felt his lungs constrict as he looked at her, an unfamiliar lump forming in his throat.

“I—I’ll be back… before you know it. Besides, you’re not here alone. You’ve got friends to keep you busy.”

“Do I?!” Emery questioned, her voice breaking as she spun around to face him. The look of pure heartache he saw in her expression hit him hard.

“Darby--- you…. You are all I have right now. Kenny’s out for who knows how long…. Hangman has done lost his mind—the Bucks have turned into people I don’t recognize anymore--- Wardlow’s turned into someone I don’t know….. Adam’s changed--- Kyle’s got no return in sight…. Yuta’s---” Emery’s voice broke upon bringing up her one-time friend; squeezing her eyes shut briefly, she continued, “Orange and Chuck will be out with their injuries for a while…. Britt’s been gone for a while with no return in site--- You. You are all I have--- and…. And I’m terrified I could lose you…. Permanently. I don’t…. I don’t think I could stomach that--- I’d be lost…. Without you…. In my life.”

The tears were falling freely once more- and for the first time in a long time, Darby was completely lost for words. To think he had this kind of impact on anyone… wasn’t something he thought would ever happen. He closed the distance between the two of them, one hand wrapping around Emery’s waist, the other going behind her head, his fingers threading through her hair. Without thinking about it, her arms snaked around him and pulled him close—but she felt him tense up and a small huff of air leave his nose.

That’s when she realized.

“Shit—your stitches—!” Emery cried apologetically, attempting to pull back from Darby, but he held fast to her, not letting any space come between them.

“I don’t fuckin’ care about the stitches, Mer—” he breathed out a chuckle, “I care about you. Wrap your arms around me. Now. Tonight. For the next couple weeks. Remember me.”

Shakily, her arms gently wrapped around his back once more, as he leaned his head down into the crook of her neck; his warm breath tickled her as he spoke.

“Everest…. It’s a beast—I know the risks, believe me, I know. But this is something I have to do.”

“I—I know there’s no changing your mind… and I don’t want you to resent me for making you stay…. Just, please—promise me…. Promise me you wont do anything reckless on the climb? Just--- carefully climb up, get to the summit, and carefully get back…..”

“I can’t promise that I’ll come back—not alive,” Darby whispered, and as he felt her about to interrupt, quickly continued, “BUT—I can promise you I won’t do anything too reckless while I’m there. Especially…. Especially since you’re waiting here for me to come back…..”

Emery nodded as much as she could against him, before feeling him chuckle against her.

“Besides…. Pretty sure that if I did die up there—you’d hunt down my frozen corpse and kick my ass for doing something reckless.”

As much as she didn’t want to, Emery felt herself let out a few soft laughs of her own. Darby pulled back from her just a few inches and looked into her eyes.

“I don’t care what I have to do—or how I have to do it—I’ll fight tooth and nail to come back. That I can promise you. You ain't getting rid of me, not even if you tried.”

“Good,” Emery softly smiled, leaning into his hands as they cupped her face. His thumbs began to wipe away the tears that had fallen before he leaned in and gently kissed her lips.

“Stay the night?” Darby asked her, a small smile crossing his face at her nod.

That night, Emery slept soundly as she lay curled up in his embrace.

Peacefully.

Her mind was at ease for the first time in months.

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Crying on a Saturday night!

A Darby Allin fanfic

Part 2!

She was shocked at how intrigued she was by him. He had such a different vibe to him, not just the clothes he was wearing, but his aura itself. The way he casually leaned against the cool brick wall of the venue, but made it look it was some sort of album cover. He was so confident and cool it almost intimidated her. It took a while of awkward silence before Tara cleared her throat and spoke up.

“ So, I am starving and I’m sure you guys are too after all that in the ring soooo who wants to get something to eat. We can let them actually speak to each other instead of just staring at each other.” She gave a teasing look to Jenna as Cassidy let out a deep bellowing laugh.

“ I don’t think it was that funny Cass, but food does sound fucking great right now. Jenna, you want to join us?” Darby asked in a surprisingly gentle tone, a stark contrast to his outward appearance.

“ I mean it’s kinda late, and I have to work in the morning…”

“ No mam! You haven’t eaten all day, besides us trying to not so discreetly force you to get to know Darby, you need to eat before you head home. I know you well enough to know if you don’t you will go home and not have anything until tomorrow. So with that being said, where to?”

“ WAFFLE HOUSE!” Darby and Cassidy both shouted in unison

“ Well I guess that settles that pile in children to the Waffle house we go” Tara waved the keys at Jenna tauntingly with a smirk as she gently pushed her towards the parking lot. In doing so she bumped her into Darbys back causing them both to stumble. Thankfully Darby was quick to get his balance back and helped steady her before she could completely eat dirt. They had an awkward moment of nods and pats of thanks and Jenna was quick to pull away.

“ Lets goooo lovebirds, if I don’t get some hash browns soon , things are going to get very uncool around here.” Cassidy yelled from the trunk of the car as he put his suitcase in , only half joking.

“ Guess we better get going before he blows his carrot top.’’ Adding in a devilish grin he motioned Jenna ahead of him. Partly in case she needed to be caught again, but also, as respectful as he was, she did have a very nice back end that he couldn’t help but want another glance or two at.

The Waffle House was packed when the group got there so they all squished into the booth in the back corner farthest away from the door so they didn’t get a cold blast everytime the door opened and shut. Tara and Cassidy cuddled in close and kept whispering and giggling to each other. With each little nothing they scooched closer in leaving basically the imagination in between them. Darby and Jenna sat awkwardly beside each other scooched as far apart from each other as the little booth would allow. It wasn’t that she didn’t think he was cute, it was just uncomfortable to be shoved into this position. She fiddled with the menu and tried to hide that she was sweating so bad it was hard to keep hold of it.

“ So Jenna, are you from around here originally?” He started trying to make small talk as he twisted a straw wrapper around his fingers.

‘“ Actually I’m from Arizona, but moved here for school and never turned back. I met Tara and we helped each other stay a float after graduating, and here we are. What about you?”

“ Yea I’m born and raised right here in Seattle.”

“ Well that’s cool it’s really pretty here, it took a while to get used to the weather, but once I got over that adjustment period I fell in love.” Before Darby could say anything else Cassidy decided this was the perfect time to pop in and knock out the progress the two had made in trying to break the awkwardness.

“ We aren’t about to talk about the weather, are you two serious right now?” Cassidy rolled his eyes and took a sip of his coffee. Tara elbowed him in the stomach causing him to gag on the hot beverage and burn his tongue. He shot her a confused look and she glared at him and shook her head.

“ You know I think I left my wallet at the venue. It's only like 4 miles from here Tara can we run back and get that before they lock up for the night?” Cassidy smirked

“ Oh yea let’s go, you guys stay here! We will be right back, just order us some waffles with a side of hashbrowns and bacon, we’ll be back for you know it!” Tara winked as they slid out of the booth before a word of protest could be spoken and dashed towards the door. Darby turned toward Jenna and looked sympathetically.

“ So… what do you want to talk about”

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Man Crush (Drabble)

Pairing: Jeff Hardy x OC Melissa Word Count: 874 Prompt: 'But friends don't look at each other like we do, if i kissed you, I don't think I'd be able to stop'

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“It’s been three weeks Melissa, you’re either going to need to confess to Jeff that you like him or figure out something. You can’t keep avoiding him you two are so close and it’s bothering him knowing what’s wrong.”

Melissa sighed as she looked at Jeff’s older brother Matt, she did not know who else to turn to when her dreams about one of her best friends had started getting erotic. Sure, she knew that she had a crush on Jeff she had for years how could she not. But she didn’t know how to deal with the man when her mind tortured her at night with dreams of him caressing her flesh, watching his eyes as he dipped his head down to sample her wetness with his tongue.

After that first dream, she had a hard time looking him in the face, when the dreams wouldn’t stop she started avoiding him, afraid she’d reveal her secret. The only reason she told his brother was because she was desperate and needed some advice.

“I just worry it’s going to make him uncomfortable and that last thing I want is to do that to him. Part of me believes he may be flattered, but friends don’t look at each other the way we do.”

“Honestly, I can’t promise his reaction I don’t know how he’ll behave but regardless I’ll be here to help you and I truly believe it’s not going to harm your friendship if he doesn’t like it. You’ll always have us and I agree you two do look at each other different.”

“Thanks Matt, well I guess I better go find him.”

“Good luck kiddo.”

Waving, Melissa continued her way down the hall in search of Jeff while doing her best to try and keep herself together. It had been so hard avoiding him for three weeks and it was getting to the point where she wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep him from just cornering her at work.

“Hey Kenny, have you seen Jeff anywhere?”

She asked rubbing her hands together nervously as she looked at her friend who was on his phone. Kenny looked up smiling at her and nodded, motioning towards the left down the long corridore.

‘Locker room.’

He mouthed, giving him a quiet thanks she went towards the men’s locker room and pulled her phone out; sending Jeff a text to let him know she was here looking for him. After a few minutes the door opened, and Jeff smiled seeing her.

“Hey, give me a minute to get my stuff then we can walk, and talk do you have a ride?”

“Yeah, I got a ride with one of the girls but it’s fine.”

Nodding Jeff gathered his things and the two of them began making their way through the halls waving to coworkers or friends. The silence stretched between them neither knowing how to exactly start until Jeff did.

“Did I do something to upset you?”

“What?”

Melissa looked over at him before quickly shaking her head pushing a door open.

“No, you didn’t do anything I’m sorry for avoiding you lately I’m going to explain why I just it’s not as easy as I would hope for.”

Jeff nodded relieved to know he hadn’t upset or offended her in some way. He stayed quiet to let her gather her thoughts.

“You let your gray grow out?”

Melissa wondered aloud looking over at him Jeff smiled at her change of subject touching his face and hair he glanced at her.

“I did, do you like it?”

“I really like it honestly you suit gray pretty well.”

“Thank you.”

The two continued to walk in silence for a bit longer as Melissa decided it was just best to get it over with now.

“So the reason I’ve been avoiding you is I’ve been dreaming about you and I got confused.”

“That’s it? I dream about you too darling it’s not weird we dream about friends all the time it’s actually pretty normal.”

“No these are different my dreams have been well.”

Swallowing, she felt her cheeks heating up while her eyes darted to the floor suddenly interested in the concrete. She couldn’t believe she was going to just spit this out right here where anyone could possibly hear.

“They’re what?”

“On the more erotic side.”

“Oh? Erotic, OH.”

He exclaimed after a moment and stopped walking grabbing her arm to pull her to a stop and lifted her chin with his finger to get her gaze to meet his.

“You like me, don’t you?”

“Well, I mean it’s pretty obvious after what I just told you.”

“That’s no reason to avoid me we could have made those dreams a reality; you know sometimes I listen to you talking I just want to lean over and kiss you.”

Melissa could feel her heart pounding in her chest listening to his confession, she decided to be brave once more.

“Why don’t you kiss me now?”

“If I kissed you, I don’t think I’d be able to stop.” “What if I don’t want you too.”

Jeff smiles cupping her cheeks gently lowering his lips to her in a kiss sweeter than either could have ever hoped for.

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