#hook aew angst
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above all else
Your secret relationship comes to light when Tyler gets injured and you get faced with a choice you never wanted to make
warnings: angst, cursing
a/n: thank you as always @madhatterbri for brainstorming with me! enjoy babes! 🫶🏼
“One more” He smirks, chasing your lips. You gave into him again, your lips colliding effortlessly in the secret corner the two of you claimed months ago.
“You need to go. You’re gonna be late again.” You breathed out when you broke the kiss.
“I will after one more.” He whispers back, the dimples on his cheeks serving as your weakness when you leaned in for another kiss.
“Your match is in five minutes, Tyler.” You tried to sternly say, but failed when his lips lingered down your jaw, letting a soft sigh escape instead.
“I’ll make it.” He mumbles against your skin.
But you knew that wasn’t going to be the case. More often than not, the two of you had been getting lost with each other, losing track of time and quite frankly, not caring enough.
Comments have been made about him seeming distracted and a little off his game, and now it was starting to gain certain people’s attention. The last thing either of you wanted.
You had to pull away from him, lightly pushing against his chest to create some distance even though you didn’t want to.
“Don’t get in trouble because of me.” You say, cupping his cheek with the palm of your hand. “Go. I’ll meet you after.”
He gives in, but steals one last swift kiss before he heads towards the gorilla. You watch until he rounds the corner, glancing over his shoulder once to steal a glance and send you a little knowing smirk before he’s gone.
You head towards the viewing room, thankful that nobody was occupying it. It wasn’t uncommon for you to stay in there and watch his matches but some people have started to notice the pattern, so you had to be a little more cautious.
You watched with a smile plastered across your face as he headed down the ramp. Thankfully he made it in time, which was surprising considering you knew he didn’t run to get there.
It was always funny to see the way he effortlessly put on a serious face out there, but when he was back with you it was always sweet smiles and silly grins.
You watched on until he locked in the redrum and his music and the uproar of the crowd could be heard backstage, and walked out to meet him.
His eyes lit up when he spotted you, laying his title over his shoulder and glancing behind him to make sure nobody was around to see him steal another kiss from your lips.
“Congrats champ.” You grinned when you pulled apart.
“Thank you. Ready to go?” He smirks, the adrenaline fueled look in his eyes already telling you what he was planning to do for the rest of the night.
“Just let me go grab my stuff.” You say, kissing him one more time before you walk down the hallway towards the locker rooms.
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Later on that night, as the two of you were tangled up under the bedsheets, Tyler got a call from his dad.
He sat up and grabbed the phone off the bedside table and held it to his ear. Before he could get a word out, his dad was already speaking.
You couldn’t make out what was being said but you felt him tense up underneath your hand laying over his stomach. His jaw tightened and he looked out the window as he listened to what his dad was telling him.
You were rubbing your thumb over his skin when you sensed the aggravation and he laid his hand over yours, but he didn’t look back down at you.
“Alright.” Was all he said before he hung up.
An elongated sigh passed through his lips before he wordlessly slid out from underneath the covers and grabbed his sweatpants off the floor.
You watched as he slid his sweatpants on with a huf and ran his hand through his unruly hair. Sitting up on the bed, clutching the blankets over your bare chest, you asked, “What’s wrong?”
He didn’t look at you at first. He was throwing his hoodie on which told you he was about to have to go somewhere.
You took that as your cue to go ahead and get dressed yourself, even though the plan was for you to stay the night with him. He only turned around when he heard you getting out of the bed.
“I have to go talk to my dad. I’ll be back soon.” He said before he slid on his shoes and walked back over to you.
“Is everything alright?” You asked, settling back down against the pillows propped on the headboard.
“Yeah, everything’s fine baby. I’ll be back in a little while. Get some sleep, it’s late.”
“I was hoping I would be sleeping with you.” You pout, earning a smile to spread across his lips.
“Pretty sure we just did that.” He teased before kissing your lips briefly and heading out the door.
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You woke up to the sun peeking through the curtains and Tyler’s arm draped across your side. You turned in his arms, only to find him already awake.
“Good morning.” You smiled.
“Morning.” He smiled back, but you could tell that smile didn’t reach his eyes this time.
“When did you get back?”
“Late. I didn’t want to wake you up.” He pulls you closer.
“How did the talk with your dad go?” You asked, even though it felt like you maybe shouldn’t have.
You felt his arm tense a bit, his eyes trailing from your face down to a random part of the bedsheets.
“I don’t know.” He shrugs. “Not bad, not good. I don’t really wanna talk about it right now.”
You wondered what it was about. The way he dismissed it made you even more curious, but you simply nodded and snuggled closer to him.
“How much longer can we stay like this?” You asked, changing the subject. “I just wanna lay here all day with you.”
“Not long enough.” He smirked before kissing your forehead. “We need to be at the airport in about two hours.”
You groaned at that, and he chuckled.
———
The next week was much like the others had been. You met up at the hotel before call time and even though your rooms were on different floors you still managed to sneak in and make up for the four days you spent apart.
“At this point you might as well start coming home with me.” He grinned as he placed a series of loose kisses to your shoulder.
“And reveal our little secret?” You quirked your brow. “I thought you told me we’re going to keep this as lowkey as possible.”
“We still can.” He smirks against your skin. “Just tell people you’re in New York for a meeting or something if anyone asks.”
“And when I get seen sneaking out of your house?”
“Then I guess the secrets out.” He shrugs with that coy smirk gracing his lips.
“No reason why we have to keep this between us anyway. I mean, yeah it’s cool that nobody’s in our business but it’s hard for me to have to keep my hands off you when we’re around people. Especially when I know what we do when we’re alone.”
You felt a flutter in your chest, your heart skipping a beat as he placed random kisses all over your face. You would’ve got lost in the moment all over again if you hadn’t glanced over at the clock on the bedside table.
“Oh shit” you breathed out, sitting up on your elbows. “It’s already two. We’re gonna be late.”
Tyler glanced over at the clock and then back down at you, that smirk on his lips widening slightly as he shrugged one shoulder and placed his lips to your neck.
“Tony said you can’t be late anymore Tyler.” You attempted to remind him, but he wasn’t listening, and the feeling of his lips against the sensitive skin had you laying back down beneath him.
“We need to go” You breathed out, tilting your head to the side to allow him more access.
“We will after this.” He mutters, his hand trailing down your side, settling on your hip.
“You’re gonna be in trouble, babe.”
“Worth it.”
———
You felt like you were doing the walk of shame when you arrived to the arena nearly forty-five minutes late. You felt like everyone could tell what you just got done doing even though you tried to fix your hair and cover the marks on your neck in the car.
Tyler walked in behind you but stayed at a distance, attempting to not make it obvious but in your mind, everyone around was piecing it all together.
You avoided everyone’s wandering eyes and headed to the locker room. You wanted to wish Tyler good luck on his match but you didn’t want to make things more obvious than they probably already were.
Once you finally got changed, make up on and put your things away, you headed to the viewing room in hopes that you could still catch a piece of his match at least.
What you saw on the screen when you walked in made your heart sink to your stomach.
There were multiple medics on the outside of the ring surrounding someone, and somehow your gut already knew who.
You stood inches from the screen and watched with knots twisting tightly in your stomach as one medic signaled for help, and the camera panned in on Tyler laying there and clutching his head in both hands.
You immediately raced out the viewing room the second the medics got him on the stretcher and took him out. Your heart was pounding in your ears as you made a b-line for the medical room, but someone stopped you before you got there.
“Y/N.” You heard your name being called from someone behind you. You almost didn’t turn around to see who it was at first.
“Is he okay?” You asked urgently, stopping to let Taz catch up with you. You could see the concern on his face.
“I’m going to check on him now.” He says.
“Me too.” You nodded, about to walk down the hall but Taz stopped you.
“That was a bad botch, Y/N.” He says, removing his glasses and revealing the worry in his eyes. “He’s been making little mistakes a lot lately, but now it’s gotten too far. He could’ve broke his neck.”
The words made your stomach sink and a sickening feeling seep in.
“I didn’t see what happened. I just saw the aftermath.” You admitted, doing your best to keep your voice strong.
“He slipped off the side of the ring in the middle of a suplex. Was supposed to land on the side but that’s not what happened. That’s also unlike him, until recently.”
Your lips parted, but no words came out. You could feel what he was getting at and tried to process that while still having Tyler fresh in your mind, and the image of him laying helplessly on the mat.
“This isn’t something I’d usually stick my nose in, but when it comes to my son not having a clear head and putting himself in harms way, I feel like I have to.” He clears his throat. You could’ve swore you saw a flash of sympathy in his eyes.
“He’s not prioritizing his career anymore, Y/N. He’s been showing up late, botching moves left and right, and now this. I kept my mouth shut for the most part, but after seeing him nearly break his neck tonight? I can’t do that anymore.”
You swallowed thickly, nodding in understanding and just trying not to let him see tears pool in your eyes.
“I know what you two have going on. I know that’s the reason why he’s no longer prioritizing his career. He’s prioritizing you. In any other situation, that would be a great thing. But he’s clearly not able to balance work and a relationship without putting his life at risk.”
All you could do was stand there and listen to what Taz was saying, and unfortunately, it all made perfect sense.
“He’s a grown man. I can’t tell him what to do even if I tried. He’s stubborn as no other, anyway.” he chuckles coldly.
“Same goes for you, but I believe you know that I’m right about this. This relationship is a distraction for him and I think it would be best if you at least consider what I’m telling you, because I don’t want to see my son in the same situation I was in when I broke my neck, and I know you don’t either.”
You nodded tightly, looking down at the floor to avoid his eyes and blink back the tears before they had a chance to escape.
“I’m going to check on him. I’m sure he’ll let you know what’s going on.” Taz says before he offers a tight smile and walks away.
———
You went back to your hotel room that night, instead of his. A couple missed calls and texts were floating on your screen but you didn’t respond to any of them.
You curled up underneath the blankets, your tears soaking the pillow as you sobbed into them. The adrenaline rush from being scared to death about Tyler getting hurt had wore off and now you were left exhausted and emotionally torn.
Taz was right. You knew he was. Tyler had been off his game a lot since the two of you got together. He didn’t care to be punctual anymore, he missed practices and gym sessions just to spend a little extra time with you.
Tonight could’ve been way worse than it was. You were relieved to find out that he was okay, just took a bad blow to the head, but what if that wasn’t the case? What if he would’ve been concussed or even worse?
That wasn’t something you wanted to ever see, ever even think about, but Taz brought it to your attention and you had no choice but to snap out of the daydream you’d been living in and snatched back to harsh, cold reality.
What’s best for Tyler is if you end things, even though it’s the last thing you would ever want to do.
———
Your phone screen was filled with missed calls and texts from him when you woke up the next morning. Every time you thought about how to break things off, you just couldn’t do it.
Avoiding him wasn’t the best idea in the world but right now it was saving you the heartbreak, sort of.
You scheduled your flight for an earlier time just so you wouldn’t run into him at the airport and hoped that going back home for a couple days before you had to see each other again would help you gather the strength to do what you knew you needed to do.
But that didn’t work that way and you should’ve known that.
You arrived an hour early to the arena that following saturday. You planned to make a dash for the locker rooms and stay in there until your match, but as you were trying to get there, you ran into the man you’d been avoiding for the last few days.
His eyes still lit up when he saw you, despite the fact that you haven’t spoke to him since wednesday. You were thankful to see that he seemed okay, but you dropped your head and tried to keep walking the minute your eyes locked.
He rushed up towards you, gently calling your name until you continued to avoid him. Despite all the eyes around, he grabbed your hand to stop you, his eyes filled with hurt when you looked into them.
“I’ve been calling you non stop. Why are you ignoring me? What’s going on?” He asks, keeping his voice low but not really caring about the suspicious eyes around you.
“I-“ You managed to explain but you couldn’t do it. Looking into his deep brown eyes, how soft and gentle they were when he stared into yours, even despite the fact that he’s probably been losing sleep not hearing from you. It was breaking your heart.
“C’mere” he whispers when he catches someone staring at the two of you. He takes your hand and leads you down the hall. You already know you’re heading to the secret corner that every arena seems to have, that the two of you have spent way too much time in.
You stopped him when you got there, pulling your hand out of his grasp. He looked down at it before looking back at you with pain washing through those dark eyes.
“Y/N, what is going on?”
“You need to break up with me.” You blurted, the words searing your tongue when you spoke them.
“What?” He asks, taking a step closer, but you take one back. “Why would I-“
“You got hurt, Tyler. You got hurt and it could’ve been really, really bad.” You explain desperately. As many times as you’ve rehearsed this in your head, there was no way to make it less painful.
“I’m fine baby.”
“What if you weren’t?” You asked. “Ever since we’ve been together, you’ve been putting everything on the back burner. Everything except for me and seeing you get hurt Wednesday, knowing how bad it could’ve been? I can’t let you do this anymore, Tyler.”
He could see the tears pooling in your eyes, he could see how painful it was for you to even say it. Almost as heart wrenching as it was to hear it.
“I didn’t think I’d be able to say this to you. I wanted you to break up with me and I guess I thought just avoiding you would do the trick but-“
“I’m not breaking up with you.” He reaches for you, but you slip out of his grasp.
“Then I guess I have to.” You shrug, letting one tear slip down your cheek before you wipe it with the back of your hand.
“No, you don’t.” He refuses. “That botch wasn’t your fault. I don’t even understand why you would think that?”
“Because I’m too much of a distraction and I see that now.” You admit. “You aren’t focusing on your career anymore, you’re just focusing on me and if that’s gonna lead to you getting seriously hurt, then we can’t do this anymore.”
The moment those words passed through your lips, his eyes hardened. It was like a spark of realization for him when a conversation he had with his dad came to the forefront of his mind.
“My dad talked to you, didn’t he?” He asks. You wanted to deny it, but you knew you could never lie to him.
“He wasn’t wrong, Tyler.”
“He is wrong.” He adamantly attests. “He told me the same shit the other night. I told him about us, and he told me I needed to focus on my career and not some temporary thing.”
Your heart cracked down the center at those words, and Tyler took a step closer to you, reaching out and cupping your cheek with his hand.
His gentle touch made another tear slip down your cheek, and he wiped it away with his thumb.
“And I told him you’re not a temporary thing. You’re my girl and I love you. I want to be with you for as long as you’ll have me. I don’t care what he says, Y/N. I don’t care what anyone says. I’m ready to make that known.”
“But he still has a point when he says that you’re not prioritizing your career, Tyler.”
“I was distracted, but only because i’ve been wanting to make us known. I was thinking about how I was planning to bring you out there after my match. I was planning to let the world, my dad, whoever know that you’re mine. I was nervous and I just made a mistake. None of that was your fault and don’t ever for a second think that it was.”
You let a soft smile slip upon your lips and he returned one back. He wiped away one last tear with his thumb before he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours.
You gave into him in a heartbeat, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck, letting him pull you in as close as you could possibly get.
When you pulled apart, he looked into your eyes for a moment, brushing some loose hairs out of your face. He could still see all of the worries weighing down on you. You could still feel the heaviness in your chest when you replayed Taz’s words in your mind.
“What about your dad?” You asked nervously. “He’s not gonna be happy. He practically told me to stay away from you and that’s clearly not what we’re doing here.”
“Don’t worry about him. I’ll talk to him. It’ll be okay.” He says before he steals another kiss, but you pull away again.
“Does this mean we can’t sneak off to these random corners anymore?” You asked, earning a chuckle from him.
“We can always do that.” He smirks.
“Are you sure about all of this? I mean, if we’re going to make this known, I would actually like if your parents liked me. Taz probably won’t when he finds out I did the exact opposite of what he said.”
“He already does like you.” Tyler says. “And it won’t be the first time he’s had to deal with someone not listening to him. Look who his kid is.”
You couldn’t help but laugh at that, and it made Tyler smile.
“We can tell him first, then we can tell everyone else. That way it won’t be such a shock to him.” You suggested, but that’s when you heard a third voice from a little ways down the hall.
“Takes a whole lot to shock me these days. Like Tyler said, look who my kid is.”
You put some distance between you and Tyler when Taz caught your attention. Your eyes widening slightly as he started walking towards you two.
Tyler smirked at you and your reaction before he slung his arm around your shoulders. You thought he was crazy for that.
“I can’t say I’m surprised at this. The only thing I will say is Tyler, you need to tighten up. All this being late and botching moves, it’s not gonna work around here no more.”
Tyler stiffens up but says nothing as he tightly nods, then Taz directs his attention to you.
“My kid’s stubborn as hell. He probably didn’t hear a word I said just then. Keep him straight. He listens to you better than me anyway.”
You felt the relief wash through you when you saw the slight hint of a smile on taz’s face. He walked up to Tyler and gave him a strong pat on the shoulder.
“Your mother will like her. Stubborn just like she is” He laughs before his smile drops again. “But I mean it son. No more of this. I want to see you back on your game next time you’re in that ring.”
“I’m pretty sure that won’t be a problem anymore.” Tyler smiles, pulling you closer into his side.
Taz glances between the two of you. Maybe he didn’t mean to smile, but he did anyway.
“What are you two doing in this corner anyway? Is this why you can’t make it to your matches in time?” Taz questions, before the realization hits him.
“You know what? I don’t wanna know. Sorry I asked.”
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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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“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 ♡
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can someone write a hook fic of hook and yn at the media scrum answering questions after a ppv match or maybe after all in wembley?? (opponents could be anna jay and jack perry or any of your choosing)
ik he would either shake his head or not talk at all but i’m just curious if yn is by hook’s side, would he answer some questions or be his usual quiet self haha just a lil fun curiosity :)
what do y’all think about the idea ^-^
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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.
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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.
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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.”
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❝Can i keep this?❞
Hook x Fem! reader
not requested i just thought of it
not my gif!!
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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 | Two
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.
a/n: i’ve been asked about when the next part is coming so much that i decided to drop it a little early. thank you for the motivation babes! remember it’s a mob au so it may not be for everyone.
Part One
It was just after five when you pulled into the parking lot Wednesday morning, your eyes burning from the lack of sleep that coffee couldn’t make up for.
You fumbled with your keys until you found the one for the restaurant, but just before you put it in the lock, you noticed something that made your stomach drop.
“No.” You whispered to yourself, feeling uneasy to your core. You flashed your phone light on the door, your hands already clamming up.
Without a second thought, you swing it open and rush inside. You ran behind the counter and found the cash register left wide open, but you knew you never left money in it over night.
Your real concern was the small safe under the counter that kept all of the money locked up until you took it to the bank, which was usually Thursdays.
Your heart sank to your stomach, a gut wrenching feeling of pure fear sinking in when your eyes dropped to the door of that safe wide open, every last dollar swiped, including the money you owed to the Senerchia’s.
You stood in the same spot for what felt like an eternity, your fear kept your feet practically nailed to the floor as you stared at that safe that previously held what felt like your fate inside of it.
The realization that it was Wednesday and you knew you would never be able to scrape up even a portion of what would suffice for your weekly collect by Friday, caused your mind to completely spiral out of control.
When you should’ve been calling your parents, you just stood there staring at that busted safe as the dreadful uncertainty of what’s to come consumed you.
What was going to happen now? When Hook texts and tells you where to meet and you show up empty handed? You felt like there was a clock ticking, the hands of it taunting you, giving your fate a predetermined deadline.
You only snapped out of the debilitating trance you were in when you heard a car door slam outside. Immediately your eyes shoot to the headlights shining through the window. Your parents don’t usually show up until a right before the restaurant opens at 7. There should be nobody pulling up at 5:15 in the morning.
With no way to lock the door now, your first initial instinct is to run and hide. It dawned on you then that you didn’t even scope the place out to see if someone was still there. All the crime shows you watch and you let basic knowledge slip when your first priority was to make sure the money was still there.
At this point all you could do was hope and pray that some intruder wasn’t lurking silently in a corner waiting for you as you raced to the back, finding the dark storage closet with the door left wide open like the safe.
Your feet came to a halt as your paranoia screamed at you. Someone was going to be waiting for you in that closet. Your gut was telling you to turn and run as fast as you can.
But you heard the peculiar sound of the front door’s rusty hinges and your blood turned into ice. It was either, take your chances that someone was in that closet, or run right into possible danger walking through the front door.
So you chose the closet.
Your heart was furiously pounding, your whole entire body trembling as the adrenaline powered through you. You could hardly hear through the pulsations in your ears, all you knew is that you were cowering down in the corner, it was pitch dark and you refused to open your eyes.
Your knees were pulled to your chest, doing your best to keep your breathing even. All those movies where someone is hiding under a bed or something, they always end up getting caught because they breathe so damn loud.
You used to make fun of it, but you get it now.
You could hear the sounds of things being moved around out front, but it was so distant behind the heavy door. Your heart was still pounding so hard in your ears that they started to ring, and you did your best to zone in on what you could hear, but all you got was the unnerving thuds of your own pulse.
You could’ve pulled out your phone from your back pocket, but you were froze. You were terrified to move a muscle, make a single sound.
You sat there for what felt like hours, bracing yourself for whatever was bound to happen. You just wanted silence. You wanted to hear the creaky hinges on the front door again, and then you wanted complete and utter silence, so crystal clear that you could hear a pin drop if you needed to.
You wanted whoever was in there with you to leave and never come back. They already got their money, what else do they fucking want?
That’s when it dawned on you. Tears swelling in your eyes, stinging and burning and threatening to spill down your cheeks.
What if they want you? What if you’ve been being watched by someone? What if the Senerchia’s sent someone after you? Hook didn’t have faith in you in the first place. He made it clear that he was more than displeased that his dad decided to make a deal with you.
What if he sent someone to take you out? You always felt like he was unpredictable. You sure as hell never trusted being around him. That feeling of impending doom loomed heavily every time you’re in his vicinity. What if it was your gut screaming at you that he was going to be the end of you?
Tears slid down your cheeks as your mind raced with what you believed to be the realization, and all you could do was hope and pray that by some stroke of luck, you wouldn’t be found dead in this closet by your parents.
Your heart only pounded harder as the agonizing moments drug by. You didn’t know how long you’d been slumped down in that corner. You still couldn’t hear over the blood rushing in your ears.
Your body jolted when your phone goes off in your back pocket. You were getting a phone call. The sound was shrilling, echoing back at you.
You scrambled to grab it, your dad’s name was floating on the screen. You almost answered it, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to speak. Your voice would betray you and if they didn’t already hear the phone going off, they would sure as hell hear that.
You screwed your eyes shut and hoped and prayed that they just somehow didn’t hear that phone ring. You knew better though. You just knew it.
You dropped your head on your knees and let your tears soak the fabric of your jeans. Silent as you could possibly be, but you knew it didn’t matter anymore. It was only a matter of moments before someone finds you. You just hoped it was going to be quick and painless.
The doorknob clicked just then, and even over the sound of your blood rushing heavily in your ears, you heard it loud and clear.
Your head shot up, tears flowing freely down your cheeks. Choked sobs and incomprehensible pleas started pouring through your lips, begging whoever was about to find you to just let you go.
“I won’t tell anyone, please just don’t- please, please don’t!” You cried out. The door swung open and you dropped your head to your knees again. You kept your eyes screwed shut, bracing for it.
Your sobs and uncontrollable cries filled the air, your body shaking and trembling, you couldn’t pick your head up. You didn’t want to see what was about to happen to you.
Your cries got louder, you couldn’t help it even if you wanted to. There was a single second between your last plea, and a pair of strong hands gripping your shoulders tightly.
Every muscle in your body stiffened, your breath hitching in your throat, and it was only then that you heard your name being called over and over, almost sounding distant, like you were on two separate ends of a long tunnel.
The hands on your shoulders shook you gently, then much harder, and your dad’s voice broke through it all.
Your head shot up, and through the blurry haze, his eyes were staring into yours, filled with more worry than you’ve ever seen in them before.
Relief washed over you, so much so that more tears flowed down your cheeks. You choked on your own sobs when you threw your arms around him. You’d never felt more safe in your life than you did in that moment, and unfortunately you knew you’d probably never feel safe again after it.
“What happened? Did someone- did someone hurt you?” Your dad asked as he examined you, his eyes carefully yet frantically scanning each inch of your face.
You shook your head, still unable to properly speak, but you tried.
“I- We were broken into”
“Y/N, I know. Why are you in here? Did they hurt you? Did someone hurt you?” He asked more assertively.
“No, I thought they were coming back” You tried to let out, even though your voice was cracked and dry. “It was just you, but I thought- I thought they were coming for-“
You stopped yourself. In the midst of the adrenaline still coursing heavily through your veins, you couldn’t say too much. You couldn’t reveal anything to anyone, you knew that.
“Coming for what?” Your dad pressed on, his hands cupping your cheeks firmly so you had no choice but to look dead in his eyes.
“For- more money or- I don’t know dad, I don’t know. I was scared and I just hid.”
His stern expression softened immensely before he pulled you into his chest, wrapping you tightly in his arms as you let the tears soak his shirt.
“It’s okay.” he soothed. “It was just me. I’m sorry. I’m gonna find out who did this alright? It’s gonna be okay.”
———
It’s gonna be okay.
That simple sentence echoed through your mind constantly, but not in a reassuring kind of way. It felt more like a cruel joke than anything else.
It wasn’t going to be okay. You knew that. Your dad had no idea what you’d gotten yourself into. Nobody did.
You realized how out of your mind you were after the adrenaline rush finally wore off. How you let paranoia sink deep into your veins and completely control every piece of you. How when you were hiding in that closet, you really, truly believed that Hook had sent someone after you. Your gut told you it was the end, and yet it wasn’t.
You couldn’t blame it on lack of sleep, though that probably did contribute to it. You knew deep down that you were losing every last sensible part of your mind, but you couldn’t really stop it.
It was now Friday morning. Despite your dad insisting that the restaurant be closed until the front door gets fixed, you damn near begged to keep it open.
He didn’t understand why you were so adamant about it, and the only excuse you could muster up at the time was something along the lines of, “There’s money to be made and we’re not gonna make it if we sit on our asses.”
The restaurant stayed open and thankfully just as busy as it had been lately, but you still knew that you weren’t going to have enough. Even though Taz said to pay back what you’re able to, you still knew that he meant pay in lump sums.
You just hoped by some measly little stroke of luck, that you’d make enough during lunch rush to be able to suffice for this week’s collect, but you had next to absolutely no faith in that.
As you were pouring a couple glasses of sweet tea for one of your tables, you heard a voice booming over the chatter throughout the restaurant.
Your hands stilled, your heart might’ve even stopped. You knew his voice anywhere, anytime, any place without hesitation.
Maxwell Jacob Friedman.
You contemplated staying right where you were at the drink station, but you knew in the middle of lunch rush, that wasn’t an option.
You made a B line for the table in the back that ordered those sweet teas, and stood there for a little extra longer than you usually would to take their order.
From the corner of your eye, you watched Max take a seat at one of the tables in front of the window. He had some guy with him who you didn’t recognize.
Your stomach twisted into nauseating knots when you realized you’d have to speak to him. It’s been so long since the last time you were in the same room as him even, and things didn’t end on a positive note, to say the very least.
You stalled for as long as you could, tending to every table in the building until you had no choice but to approach his.
You couldn’t force a smile. You tried, but you simply couldn’t do it. You were fairly certain the disgust you’d felt for him was boldly expressed on your face, and in all honesty? You didn’t care to hide it.
“What can I get you to drink?” You asked with a dead tone. Eyes on your note pad, doing everything you could not to be a bitch, but you weren’t going to give him the five star waitress treatment either.
“Nice to see you too, Y/N.”
You could hear the smirk without even having to look at his face. It was enough to make your blood boil, but you tried to contain the sudden rage that bubbled inside of you.
You felt his eyes on you. There would be amusement dancing in them if you looked, but you refused to do that.
“You know what I like.” He said, and you couldn’t help the eye roll before you turned to whoever he brought with him, a guy with brown hair tied back and piercing blue eyes.
“And for you?” You asked, throwing on a fake smile just to drive the point home.
“Just a water.” He smiled at you, but as soon as he looked across the table at Max, his smile fell.
Without another word you turned on your heel and headed for the drink station. You hated that you knew exactly what to pour for Max, even after all this time. What’s more, you hated that he knew it too.
One water, and one with two lemons and light ice were in your hands when you returned to their table. You felt belittled for even giving Max what he wanted in the first place.
“Lemons are seedless, right?” He asked as you set his drink down in front of him. You ignored that and pulled out your notepad again.
“What can I get you today?” You asked his friend first. He looked uneasy, his eyes flashing from the menu in his hand to Max a few times before he finally spoke.
“I’ll take the philly and steak fries.” He dryly says before he hands you the menu.
“Everything on it?” You asked, and he simply nodded.
You didn’t turn to Max when you said, “And for you?”
There was a brief pause before he spoke. You felt his eyes burning a hole through you, but you absolutely refused to look into them.
“Once again, you know what I like, Y/N.” He said with condescension.
You almost took that, but decided not to.
“Actually, I don’t. What do you want?” You asked bitterly. Eyes still trained on the notepad in your hand.
“Oh, so we’re playing this game?” He chuckles. “Why don’t you go tell your dad I want my signature then. I’m sure he’ll be happy to make it for me.”
You gritted your teeth, but somehow ignored the comment and asked again. “What do you want?”
“A waitress with a better attitude.”
You cut your eyes at him. You wished you wouldn’t have done that. He was smiling at you, his eyes filled with that amusement, like he genuinely enjoyed giving you a hard time even after everything he’s put you through.
“Alright, alright.” He throws his hands up in mock surrender. “I’m just messing with you. I know you’re the only waitress here. Which reminds me, how’s nursing school working out for ya?” He asked, and you could see that he was trying to belittle you.
You ignored that question, looking back down at your notepad and doing your best not to let him get too deep under your skin.
“You work here to pay your tuition? Or was I right all along?” she smirked, satisfied. He already knew you dropped out of school. You knew he did, even though it happened after you two broke up. You knew word traveled fast around town and all he was doing was trying to rub it in your face that everything he ever told you was true.
You’re never going to be a nurse. You’re going to be trapped at that restaurant for the rest of your life, making mediocre sandwiches and fries just like your parents. that’s all you’ll ever be good for. That and maybe being some random dude from the bar’s drunk mistake on a friday night.
Those words pushed you through the first two years of college, but now they haunt you.
You glared down at him, shooting your best dagger, wishing it was a spear straight through his heart. You masked the pain with anger and hoped he couldn’t see how bad those words affected you.
Hopefully he didn’t still know you like the back of his hand.
“Yeah, just make sure my foods hot.” He winked as he handed you the menu. You snatched it from his hand and fought back the urge to make him swallow his own teeth before you headed to the kitchen.
One glance at your face and your parents could see that something was wrong, but when they asked, you just shook your head and handed them the order.
You didn’t want to tell them anything. They didn’t even fully know what happened with you and Max to begin with. They were under the impression that the two of you mutually agreed to end things. It was easier than having to explain everything he put you through the entire time you were together, that they never had a clue about.
You distracted yourself by washing some dishes, but that’s when you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. You stilled with your hands in the soapy water. You knew who it was without even having to look.
Glancing up at the clock, it was one-thirty already. You looked over your shoulder at the tables still filled. People were taking their time eating and making conversation, not paying fast enough.
You dried your hands and took your phone out. A text from Hook, as you expected, was floating on the screen.
my place
That’s all it said. No time or anything else. You wondered if that meant now, or whenever you could get there. You figured it meant now.
You still had thirty minutes before your shift ended, and you debated texting back with that, but you sort of knew he wasn’t going to care.
You started to rush to get everything stocked out front. Your mom was getting ready to take over your position when you came back to the kitchen.
“Here.” She said as she handed you two plates. You already knew it was for Max and his friend, and had to fight the urge to roll your eyes. “After that you can go. I’ve got it from here.”
You nodded and headed back out to the front. Max’s eyes found you as soon as you walked toward the table. A smile slipped across his face. It was sickening to you.
You placed the plates down in front of them and said, “Anything else I can get you?”
Max’s friend said, “Some ketchup please?” And Max added, “A refill. You can see my drink getting low. And make sure my lemons are seedless this time, honey.”
Honey.
Your eye twitched as you grabbed his cup and headed towards the drink station. You wanted to spit in that stupid water and give him the one lemon with extra seeds, but you fought against it. Something told you he’d probably like it if you did that.
You returned to the table with his drink and his friend’s ketchup, then asked, “Anything else?”
Max observed his food like it was a science experiment. He pushed a fry around with his finger like it was going to grow teeth and eat him before he eats it.
You stared at him, unamused and impatient.
“Yeah uh, maybe tell your dad that it’s not a shock that he struggled with this place so much. The food is… Well, quite frankly Y/N, it looks like something my cat coughs up.”
Your rage was bubbling again, more rapidly this time. Steam could’ve came out of your ears at that very moment.
“If this poisons me I hope you know how to save my life.” He quipped. “Oh wait, you probably didn’t get that far in med school, huh?”
You couldn’t take it anymore. You were about five seconds away from exploding, and you needed to get far away from him as humanly possible, as soon as possible.
You stormed back behind the counter, opening the register and getting ready to count it. Your mom came from the kitchen and grabbed her notepad, glancing at you once she realized who was sitting at the table next to the window.
“Max? Is that who’s got you this upset?” She asks. You look over at her and shake your head.
“I’m not upset, I’m just tired. Ready for a nap.”
You were pretending to count the cash carefully, but really, you were waiting for her to walk away so you could take what you needed to add towards the little bit of money you were bringing to Hook.
“He looks good.” She adds, making your teeth grind behind your lips. “Did you two talk about anything-“
“No, mom.” You snapped. You didn’t mean to, and you regretted it immediately when you looked over and saw the flash of hurt on her face.
“Sorry, I’m just- I don’t want to talk about him.”
“Okay.” She nods, seemingly understandingly. “Okay, well, count down and you can go. We’ll call you if we need you, but you can take tomorrow off.”
That would’ve been a relief in any other situation, but not this one.
“It’s okay, i’ll come in. Saturday’s are our busiest days.”
“I know. That’s why we hired someone else. You won’t have to carry all the weight as the only waitress anymore.” She smiled. She thought she was doing something good, but you instantly felt the dread sink in.
“What? Who?”
“Kyle’s little cousin. She’s sweet, you’ll like her. She’ll be here tomorrow if you want to come by and meet her.”
You internally cursed, but outwardly forced a smile. “sounds great.” you said through gritted teeth. It was just adding another person to worry about.
———
Tyler was annoyed. Not the typical mad at the world, internal demons battling with him, everyone and everything can choke kind of annoyed. A different kind.
He’d been on edge since he woke up that morning, with a weird, unnerving feeling in the pit of his stomach that something just wasn’t quite right.
He sat on his couch, rolling his second blunt of the day while he listened to Dante talk about work. He was barely paying attention to him, but after twenty minutes of Dante not catching on that Tyler wasn’t interested in anything he was saying, he just decided to say fuck it and let him keep talking.
“I’m just sick of being overshadowed up there.” Dante rambled on. “I do all the work and someone else gets all my credit for it. I’m probably the only reason that fucking bar is still open.”
Tyler glanced up at him as he slicked the blunt. He hasn’t said a word in twenty minutes.
“Overworked, underpaid, unappreciated, it’s a fucking joke, man.” Dante sighed as he stared up at the ceiling fan rocking while it spun.
Tyler grabbed a lighter and ran the end of the flame over the blunt a few times before he brought it to his lips and sparked it, taking three hits and holding the smoke deep in his lungs as he passed it to Dante.
He was too distracted by the blades of the fan spinning to notice, so Tyler threw his lighter at him. Dante’s head snapped to him, but the furrow in his brows faded when he took the blunt and a couple small hits from it.
Tyler got up from the couch and walked over to the bottle of Vodka on his kitchen counter that had been calling his name all day.
He brought the bottle to his lips and tipped it back toward his ceiling, taking four large gulps and not wincing a bit when the poison hit his throat, spreading a searing burn through his chest almost immediately.
“Damn.” Dante chuckles as Tyler walks back with the bottle in hand. “It’s the middle of the day”
Tyler doesn’t respond to that. He grabs the blunt from Dante’s hand and takes it, and the bottle back to the other couch.
“Do you even get drunk anymore, man?” Dante asked. He took a couple more hits off his blunt and another large sip from his bottle.
“Not really.” Tyler finally spoke as he passed the blunt back and kept the bottle close to his chest.
“What does it do for you then?” Dante asked. He had a layer of softness to his tone that Tyler didn’t really like. Something that sounded… Sympathetic? He doesn’t do sympathies.
He ignored that question and took yet another, even larger sip, feeling the burn in his chest start to die down, so he chased after it.
“Anyway” Dante decided to change the subject when he realized he wasn’t going to get an answer from him. “Shit, remember Y/N? That girl I told you about?”
Tyler’s eyes shot up from the bottle, his expression still as stoic as it always was.
“The one from the bar.” Dante thought he needed to jog Tyler’s memory. “I showed you the picture-“
“Yeah.” Tyler cut him off, his tone sharp. “I remember.”
“One of her friends she was with came in last night. I asked about her and she told me where she works.” Dante paused to take a hit before he leaned up and passed it back. “Think I might stop by and try to talk to her.”
Tyler twisted the blunt between his thumb and finger as he stared back at Dante, not realizing he was clenching his teeth behind his lips.
“Mm.” Tyler hummed.
“I don’t wanna be weird about it though.” Dante said as he stared up at the fan, captivated by it once again. “But her friend told me she’s been going through a lot and could use someone to make her smile. Didn’t tell me what was going on with her, but pretty much encouraged me. So I guess I’m gonna do it.”
Tyler felt his face starting to get hot. The liquor was doing its job in that way, but it wasn’t taking the edge off like he needed it to. He set the bottle down on the table and passed the blunt back before he pulled his hoodie off, leaving him in a black shirt and his sweatpants.
“I don’t wanna go by myself though.” Dante added, looking back at Tyler. “That would look weird if I just showed up and ate by myself. Tryna come with me?”
“Nah.” Tyler crossed his arms over his chest tightly, leaning back against the cushions.
“C’mon man.” Dante tried to persuade him, but Tyler wasn’t budging on this one.
“I’m good on that.” Tyler shook his head, staring at the mud stains on the tips of his shoes.
that’s when he realized the liquor was having an even bigger effect on him than it usually did. “What’s up with you and this girl?” he asked, not fully meaning to, but he spoke before he had a chance to stop his mouth from opening.
“I’m tryna figure that out.” Dante shrugged, leaning up and passing the blunt back.
Tyler side eyed him before he took it. “Why are you stuck on her? You talked once.”
“I’m not stuck on her. I just want to see what she’s about.” Dante shrugged again.
Tyler already knew what she was about, though, and he obviously couldn’t tell Dante that. He went from never even knowing this girl existed a few weeks ago, to having to see her every Friday, and hear about her from his boy way too much for his liking.
“It’s been days.” Tyler said, holding smoke in his lungs. “And you’re still talking about her.”
He leaned up and put the blunt out in the ashtray before he grabbed the bottle again, taking two large gulps and finishing off what was left at the very bottom of the glass. He made a mental note to hit up the liquor store as soon as he can.
“I mean, I don’t know. She was different.” Dante muttered.
“They’re all different.” Tyler knitted his brows at him.
“Yeah but she seemed, like, really different.” Dante looked like he was really trying to put his words together, and that’s what he came up with.
Tyler shook his head and got up from the couch, walking to the kitchen and throwing the empty bottle in the trash can.
He pulled out his phone and checked the time. His aggravation only increased when he saw that it was already well past noon and he was soon going to have to meet up with the girl he keeps hearing all this stupid shit about.
“What time is it?” Dante asked over his shoulder.
“one-thirty.”
“Shit.” he sprung up from the couch. “I gotta go get ready for work.”
Tyler nodded once as he quickly sent a text and stuffed his phone back in his pocket. They dap each other up before Dante heads out the door, and Tyler collapses on his couch, finally able to enjoy the peace and quiet. For the time being.
———
You didn’t really know what you were supposed to do. Usually when you meet Hook he’s already at the location. He wasn’t standing outside waiting when you pulled into the back alley behind the complex.
You sat in your car for ten minutes, then finally decided to send him a text.
Here.
Your hands were trembling as you typed. You were terrified that the amount you had wasn’t going to suffice. You did the best you could in the span of two days, but something told you that four-fifty was going to look like pocket change to Hook.
You bounced an anxious knee as you looked out the window, staring at the back door he came out of the last time you were here. Drunk off your ass and making a complete fool of yourself, that is. You couldn’t think about those cringy memories right now.
You were rehearsing your explanation over and over again in your head, but your lines got mixed up the second the door opened and Hook walked out, his hair scattered every which way, wearing a black shirt that left his arms, and his tattoos on full display.
You opened the door, popped the trunk and were just about to get out of the car when he said, “Stay in.”
You felt the confusion washing over your face as you slowly closed the door and watched him in your rear view mirror. He opened the trunk and grabbed the purse, then slammed it and walked around to your passenger side door.
You sat there with your hands tucked between your thighs in an attempt to hide the way they were trembling. He opened the door and got in, filling the small space with the smell of weed, alcohol and strong, but really good smelling cologne.
But obviously that wasn’t what you were supposed to be paying attention to, and just before he could unzip that purse, you blurted out something before you could even think about it.
“It’s only four-fifty.” Your voice cracked, and you internally winced at the sound of it. His bloodshot eyes shot over to you, his face as unreadable as always.
“Where’s the rest?” He asked in a sharp, yet low voice.
“I had it-“ You start. He shakes his head as he opens the purse and pulls out the stack, sifting through the bills faster than you wanted him to.
“We were robbed!” You nearly shouted, not even recognizing the sound of your own voice. His hands stilled, his eyes still on the money.
“They took everything out of the safe. I had all of it, I swear. They broke in sometime Tuesday night, or- Wednesday morning before we opened and wiped us out. This is all I have but I’ll make it up next week if you-“
“Stop talking.” He cut you off, stacking the money back up before he even finished counting it. Your mouth clamped shut but you felt your bottom lip quiver, and he looked over at just the exact moment, his eyes briefly flashing down when he noticed.
He looked away then, roughly running a hand through his hair.
“Who was it?” He asked after a tense moment of uncomfortable silence.
“I don’t know.” You shook your head, barely whispering just to keep your voice from trembling again.
He cut his eyes back at you. You felt like he wasn’t believing anything you said. The look of pure skepticism on his face made you feel like you needed to do whatever you could to convince him you were telling the truth.
“I’m not lying to you, Hook.” You sounded desperate, on the verge of tears almost and his shoulders visibly tensed when heard the sound of it.
“The lock on our door is still broken, you can see it for yourself if you don’t believe me.”
“What did the cameras catch?” He ignored your pleas.
“I don’t- there are none.” You said in a small voice.
His dark eyes narrowed even more, and you’d never met anyone whose mere eyes had the power to send a chill down your spine.
“That restaurants got no cameras?” His brows knitted tightly.
“We never had any. We’ve had that place for years and nothing like this ever happened. We never thought we needed them.” You shrugged, your eyes pleading with his to understand somehow, but now that you heard yourself, you realized you wouldn’t believe your story either.
“That’s the dumbest shit i’ve ever heard.” His upper lip curled, as if he was disgusted.
“I’m telling you the truth!” You desperately plea, feeling like tears would swell up in your eyes at any given moment. It was taking everything in you to hold them back.
He stared back at you, his eyes cold and the closest thing to dead on an alive person that you’d ever seen. You held your breath deep in your lungs, refusing to break his stare.
There was no way to tell what he was thinking. His face only made a subtle change when he pressed his lips in a tight line, and that still didn’t give you anything to go off of. You could only guess that he either believed you or he didn’t, and you silently prayed that he did.
He finally tore his eyes off of you and looked back down at the money gripped tightly in his hand. He sifted through the bills again and counted quickly before he folded them and stuffed them in his pocket.
You watched his every move. Specifically, his hands. You were hyper aware of every minuscule move they made, feeling as if, just like when you were hiding in the closet, you were waiting for the inevitable to happen.
He was silent for far too long. The tension in the car was making it feel like you couldn’t get enough oxygen in your lungs. You could hear your own heart thundering against your chest, and you wouldn’t be surprised if he heard it too.
“Please just take what I have and I’ll get the rest, on top of what I usually pay next week.” You plea once more.
You watched as he ran his hand over his lips, keeping his eyes trained on the windshield. You waited and waited for what felt like forever before his voice finally broke through the silence.
“You call the cops?” He asked. You didn’t expect that question.
“Yes.” You nodded. Your cheeks burned when you admitted it.
“Figured.” He scoffed and shook his head again. “Give me a name.”
“Of the cop?” You asked, your brows knitting in confusion.
He turned his head, deadpanning. “Of your best fucking friend.” His sarcasm was sharp as a steel blade, the kind you’d never crack a smile at.
“Valero.” You blurted.
“First name?” His brows raised, shoulders shrugging in annoyance.
“I don’t know.” You shook your head adamantly. “I only got the last name from his badge, but he- his hair is dark brown, and short, and he had a tattoo of a cross on his right arm, and he-“
“Alright.” He cut you off again, holding his hand up. “Look, I can’t believe I’m about to explain this shit to you, but you can’t be having the cops involved when your family’s business is tied in with mine.”
You nodded, unsure what you could say to save yourself.
“You got some illegal shit going on. They’re gonna keep an eye on that place, and my family ain’t going down for yours.”
“Nobody’s going down.” You blurted out. “I haven’t told anyone anything and you and your dad have my word that I never will.”
“You got the cops involved!” He raised his voice. “You get what that means? They’re gonna scope that joint out, and then they’re gonna watch you like a fucking hawk and figure out the whole reason why that restaurant is still running in the first place.”
You stayed silent, contemplating his every word. Piecing it all together, realizing that he was right. You’d just added another string in your web of lies and you could barely keep up with the ones you had now.
“Are you understanding any of this?” He asked, pointing at his head. “Is it fucking clicking yet?”
“Yes.” You barely whispered. “Just tell me what I can do.” You tried desperately. At this point you felt like you were grasping at straws, and unfortunately they were just out of reach.
His brows knitted again, eyes peering. “What can you do? There’s nothing you can do, Y/N!” He shouted, and you slightly jumped at the sound of it, and the use of your name.
“Shit, I think if you tried you’d fuck this up even more! That’s why I told you from the jump, you’re not cut out for this shit, and all you’re doing is proving it!”
You felt your shoulders shaking, lips tightly pulled in under your teeth to keep from letting tears spill down your cheeks.
He stared at you for another long moment, one that felt like hours had passed by. He finally tore his eyes off of you and ran a hand aggressively through his hair again, sighing deeply.
When he spoke again, his voice was much softer. Much steadier and far more composed, but it didn’t make you feel any calmer.
“Next week I expect you to have your shit straight, but you open your mouth to my dad or anyone else about any of this-“ He looks back at you, a stern, serious expression on his face.
You cling to hope in that moment, shaking your head profusely, unable to even let him finish his sentence before you promised him you wouldn’t say a single word.
He eyed you in a way that only made you think he was debating options, and you didn’t know what they were but you were fairly certain only one of them would end good for you.
“This is the only time I’m letting some shit like this slide. You got that?” He raises his brows, pointing his finger at you. You nod immediately, feeling your heart finally start to slow down. “You try to give me a couple bucks again next week? Outcomes will be different.”
You felt your heart stammer in your chest when he said that. No specifications but you already knew exactly what he meant.
“And you get robbed again, or some shit like that happens that has anything to do with my dad’s money? I’m your only call. Not the cops, not your parents, me.” He declared, holding that stare so intensely that you found yourself holding your own breath once again.
You nodded, understanding silently.
Your eyes stayed locked for what felt like an eternity. You refused to shy away from his gaze, even if it did make you feel like you wanted to run as far from him as you possibly could.
He grabbed your purse that had been laying in his lap the entire time and said, “Pop the trunk.”
You practically scrambled to reach for the button, and as soon as you pushed it, he got out of your car and slammed the door. You watched him in the rear view as he lifted the trunk, tossed your purse inside and slammed it.
Without another word said, he tapped the trunk twice and headed back towards his door, and you were quick to put the car in drive and bolt the hell out of there.
———
It was a little after eight-thirty when Tyler knocked on his dad’s door. He walked in, the money balled in his fist in his hoodie pocket. He took it out and tossed the stack down on the desk, in front of some paperwork his dad was working on.
“Restaurant girl.” He muttered before he sat down in the chair in front of the desk.
Taz stopped writing and dropped his pen on the paper, grabbing the stack of cash and fanning it out. Tyler watched with boredom in his eyes as his dad counted the bills.
“Looks like business is still booming.” He nodded, clearly satisfied with the collect.
“Yup.” Tyler resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “Gonna keep an eye on it though.” He added, crossing his arms over his chest. “Like you asked.”
Taz nodded again, stacking the money back and laying it off to the side. “I’d appreciate it, son.” He hollowly said before he picked his pen back up and turned his attention back to his paperwork.
Tyler nodded tightly before he stood up from his chair and headed out the door without another word.
Once he got back to his apartment, he collapsed on the couch and pulled out his phone, scrolling through his texts that were filled with mostly unsaved numbers. Girls he could hit up when the liquor wasn’t putting him to sleep at night.
He debated sending a text to the girl he had over after he left the bar Tuesday night. She was pretty eager to please, even though Tyler knew his thoughts were never focused on her, even when she was on her knees for him.
He could hit her up and have her come over again, get what he needs and have her gone before midnight, but for some reason he was hesitant to send that text. He stared at the cursor flashing for way too long before he backed out.
He locked his phone and tossed it to the side, his hands coming up, rubbing his burning eyes.
He had a new bottle of vodka sitting on the kitchen counter but he hadn’t touched it yet. He knew it was his kryptonite.
He started thinking about things that pissed him off today. The list was long, but certain things stood out from others.
The annoying feeling in the pit of his stomach that he carried all day long. He was waiting for something bad to happen. It almost had him paranoid, expecting the unexpected more so than he usually did. That pissed him off today.
The headache he got from listening to Dante go on and on about how much he hates his job. The fact that he was practically being appointed as his boy’s therapist was almost comical, but not the laughing kind. That pissed him off too.
Having to come out of his own pocket to cover the rest of restaurant girl’s collect. The fact that he had to sit in that car and watch her nearly burst into tears. That really pissed him off.
He huffed at the thoughts running through his mind. His teeth were clenched behind his lips as he remembered the sound of her voice cracking as she tried to explain what happened.
He wasn’t used to shit like that. People he does business with don’t usually look like they’d break down and cry the second someone looks at them the wrong way.
He knew she was terrified of him. He didn’t like it. He never liked the fact that he put fear in anyone’s heart, but that just wasn’t something he could change.
He rolled his eyes as he recalled the way her hands were trembling. The pure terror he saw in her eyes when he looked at her. The fact that she was so naive and streetwise brainless. It infuriated him.
He said it from the beginning. His dad never should’ve agreed to do business with that girl. It’s only the third week and she’s already fucking up, and if his dad found out about anything that she told him today?
He clenched his fist in his hoodie pocket as he thought about how that conversation would go. There would be no conversation. His dad would tell him to get rid of her with a simple wave of his hand, and that’s what he’d have to do.
He felt his stomach tighten, bringing on that weird feeling that had been lurking inside of him all day. The thoughts he was having made it even stronger, but he knew how to kill it.
He got up from the couch and walked over to that bottle sitting on the counter. He didn’t waste time opening it and he sure as hell didn’t waste any taking a couple large gulps from it either.
The liquor didn’t burn his throat anymore. He figured out a long time ago that it was probably raw from all the drinking and smoking he does anyway.
He chased after the next best thing, which was that searing sensation in his chest. He didn’t know why he liked that pain. It felt like flames of a fire trapped inside of him, but he was addicted to it.
And even when that sensation finally sunk in, and he felt the burn spreading from his chest to his face, he still wasn’t able to force away the anger that had settled deep inside. If anything, he was only fueling it.
He took a couple more chugs from the bottle until it was a little under half full, and realized fighting with those inner demons was only going to give them more strength.
He let his mind revert back to restaurant girl. He felt his stomach twist into knots again. He thought about how badly she had fucked up, and how he’s got to add another body to a list that he can’t even keep count of anymore, just to fix her mistake.
It was supposed to be her, but he knew he couldn’t do it. He knew he wasn’t supposed to let her go home today, but he couldn’t imagine having her coffin on his conscience.
It was so ridiculous to him that he actually laughed to himself. All the people he’s taken the lives of, he thinks about them every single day. He vividly remembers every last one of them, every look on each one’s face when the realization hits them that they’re not gonna make it back home.
He made it look easy. He probably would seem like a heartless, soulless person to anyone if they ever witnessed the things he has done, but if he was really that person deep down, restaurant girl would’ve been added to his list today.
It haunts him day in and day out, but he’s finally getting better at not letting remorse take control of him. He’s finally starting to understand what his dad has always told him.
Business is business son, don’t take it to heart.
But even with all the things he’s done, he still wasn’t his dad. He still wasn’t what his dad expected him to be. He still hadn’t proved himself.
He grabbed the neck of the bottle again, shaking his head at himself before he tipped it back and chugged until the searing burn in his chest found its way back.
It wasn’t working. It wasn’t going to work. He gave up trying and just accepted it at that point. He needed a bigger distraction. Being alone with that bottle of liquor and his own thoughts was going to be the death of him if someone doesn’t take him out first.
He rubbed his hand over his face and walked back over to the couch, grabbing his phone that was laying on the cushion and scrolling through his messages until he found the one he was looking for.
The girl from Tuesday night that he brought back on impulse. He didn’t even remember her name, but it didn’t matter. He knew what she was down for and he knew he needed a distraction from everything weighing down on him.
He sent her a text and locked his phone right after, collapsing back down on the couch for only a couple seconds before his phone buzzed with a text floating on the screen, letting him know that she was on the way.
———
You walked into the restaurant around noon on Saturday. You wished you could say that you got a good night’s sleep, but you’d be lying. All you did was lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about how your life has seemed to spiral out of control in just the span of a couple weeks.
You were constantly on edge, feeling like eyes were always on you even when you were all alone. You were at least learning to be vigilant though. You realized it’s a skill worth having, even if it comes with deep rooted paranoia that keeps you up at night.
“Hi honey!” Your mom greeted you with a bright smile. The dark shadows that used to stay under her eyes had completely faded. They found a new home underneath your eyes instead.
“Hey mom.” You forced a smile before you glanced around the restaurant. It was packed, and your first instinct was to grab a note pad and take some orders.
But as soon as you reached for it, your mom laid her hand over yours. “We got it.” She assured you, pointing to the far end of the restaurant.
You spotted the girl that must’ve been Kyle’s cousin, jumping from table to table taking orders and filling drinks.
“I was gonna have you show her the ropes, but she’s a natural.” Your mom commented before she brushed a piece of hair out of your face. “Go home and rest. You look exhausted.”
You were, but resting didn’t feel like a possibility when your thoughts were eating away at you.
“I slept good last night.” You forced another smile and paired it with a lie, but you could tell that there was pure disbelief in your mom’s eyes.
You looked away from her when the girl in question came walking up to the counter. You smiled at her, offering a small wave and she beamed back.
“Hey! I’m Brooke!” She introduced herself cheerfully.
“Y/N.” You tried to sound just as joyous as her, but your tired, dry voice didn’t hold a candle to it.
“I know, Skye told me a lot about you! All good things, of course! It’s great to finally meet you!”
You kept that forced smile on your face as you said, “Yeah, you too.”
Truthfully your mind was in shambles and socializing was not your strong suit at the moment. But looking at this seemingly gleeful girl who had so much life in her eyes, it was driving a stake straight through your heart to say the very least.
The fact that you had no other choice but to think of everyone as collateral damage was devastating. Nobody knew what you had going on behind the scenes, but they were all tangled up into it. Your mom, your dad, and now this girl.
The thoughts of that were making you feel like the devil incarnated. Like you were evil and twisted for not somehow giving them a warning, even though you knew you couldn’t.
You had to force those thoughts away though. They kept you up all night long and you didn’t need them lurking around today too.
Just then, you heard the rusty hinges of the front door, and the energy in the room completely shifted. You felt the change enough to glance over your shoulder and find the culprit.
You didn’t know how, but you already knew it was him.
He kept his head down as he walked past you, Brooke and your mom. You had to act unfazed, you knew that, so instead of watching as he walked all the way to the back where the very last table was left empty, you tore your eyes away and did your best to recompose yourself.
Brooke was quick to grab a menu and take it to him. You watched her intently, a feeling of complete unease settling uncomfortably in the pit of your stomach.
“See, she’s good.” Your mom said as she ran her hand down your arm. You hardly heard her though. You were too busy staring at the man sitting at the last table, and the way his lips were moving when he spoke, but you couldn’t read them.
You felt your eyes narrowing in on him, paying close attention to every move he made while Brooke was standing next to his table, flashing that smile that you have yet to see her without.
You bit the inside of your cheek when he looked up at her, his lips moving so subtly you couldn’t even begin to make out what was being said between them.
Then your heart skipped a beat when he turned his head and looked straight at you, pointing his finger your way. Brooke glanced over at you before she turned back and nodded, then started walking back to the front.
“Hey, that guy wants you.” She said it in a whisper, as if it was some secret she needed to keep from all the other ears around.
You stared blankly at her for a moment before you glanced over at him, and his eyes were trained solely on you, waiting.
“Okay, thanks.” You forced yet another smile and tried to act as natural as possible, even though you didn’t even know what that meant anymore.
You didn’t even realize that your mom had walked back into the kitchen until you looked over and noticed that she wasn’t standing next to you anymore. Maybe that was a good thing.
Brooke walked away to tend to her other tables, and you drug your feet across the floor until you reached where Hook was sitting at.
He looked up at you. There were dark circles under his eyes more prominent than usual. You figured you matched him in that way.
You looked around, making sure nobody was paying attention before you took the seat across from him.
He looked… Surprised? It was hard to tell what he was feeling, but you noticed the way his eyes just barely widened. If you blinked, you would’ve missed it.
“Why are you here?” You asked in a hushed whisper. He kept his lips pressed tightly together, but his eyes roamed down to your chest for a split second, and then he decided to speak.
“Not working today?” He asked. You realized he was referring to the fact that you weren’t wearing your typical work clothes.
“First day off in three weeks.” You say with a matter-of-fact tone.
“Mm.” He hummed. His face didn’t change, eyes didn’t budge from yours.
“Why are you here, Hook?” You asked again, leaning into the table to keep your words strictly between the two of you.
He didn’t speak immediately, like usual. You started to assume he just needed that much time to contemplate his words. Guessed he just thought long and hard before he said anything at all, even if it’s just answering simple questions.
You waited for a response, just sitting there while his eyes bored into yours. It was causing those infamous tensions to arise at that table. The kind that makes it feel like the air around you was way too thick.
“I’m gonna have the rest of it.” You pressed on. “I know it looks bad cause i’m off today, but I promise I’m not gonna come up short next time.”
He still didn’t move a muscle. Didn’t even attempt to open his mouth to speak.
“I’m going to be working all day every day this whole week. I’ll have it, okay? I just don’t have it right now, but I’m not-“
“Stop talking.” He cut you off the same way he did when he was sitting in your car. And just like then, your mouth clamped shut immediately.
He leaned into the table, and you refused to lean back, even though the tips of your noses were less than an inch away from touching.
“I’m not here the money.” His voice was barely there, but steady enough for you to hear his every word. He clearly perfected the art of inconspicuous conversation.
“Then why-“
“Come outside in five minutes.” He cut you off again. “The car next to yours.”
Before you could get a single word out, he got up from his seat and walked right past you, not even sparing you another glance.
You turned and watched him walk right out the door, then looked around, thankful that nobody had seemed to pay any attention to the two of you.
You got up and walked back to the front. Brooke was coming out of the kitchen with two plates and stopped to ask, “Was that your boyfriend?”
You felt your brows furrow, shooting her a look you didn’t truly mean, but fixed your face when you watched her smile slightly falter.
“No, no that was just- someone I know.”
“Did he order anything?” She asked, looking back at the table now left empty.
“Nope, he left.” You said. “and I’m about to have to go, but um, i’ll see you tomorrow. Think we’ll have fun working together.”
Your falsified smile must have been at least a little convincing, because her bright one returned instantly.
“Yeah, I’m excited to work with you! Enjoy your day off!” She said before she headed over to one of her tables.
You peeked your head through the kitchen door and announced that you were leaving. Your mom and your dad told you they loved you in unison, and your mom added, “Get some sleep, honey.”
You were sure five minutes had gone by at that point. You weren’t paying attention to the time so you really had no way to know, but you headed out the door and spotted the sleek black car parked next to yours.
The windows were tinted too dark for you to even see through the windshield, but you guessed that made sense.
You walked up to the drivers side window and he rolled it down, a cloud of smoke rolled out and you took a step back.
“Is this why you needed me to wait five minutes? So you could smoke?” You asked. It sounded like a joke but it was a serious question. Either way, he found no humor in it. He ignored it completely.
You heard the car unlock and he opened up his door. You took another step back as you watched him carefully. Half of a blunt was held between his lips but that only had your attention for a second before something else caught it.
He turned his head, looking over both shoulders before he reached for the back door, but all your eyes were focused on was the purple splotch on the side of his neck, peeking out from underneath his hoodie.
You stared at it until he opened the door and leaned down. When he straightened back up, he had a box in his hand.
You instinctively took a small step back, your eyes flickering from the box, to his face and back again.
You noticed his jaw throb when he extended the box and you didn’t immediately take it. You kept your eyes on his, searching them as best as you could in an attempt to read a completely unreadable man.
“What is this?” You asked.
His jaw throbbed again, but other than that, his face didn’t change at all.
“Take it.” He muttered.
“What is it?” You asked again, even though you sensed his very thin patience somehow getting even thinner by the passing second.
He stared at you, unblinking.
“I’m not taking that until I know what’s-“
“I’m not gonna hurt you.” He cut you off, his voice surprisingly calm.
Your eyes flew to his face, you could feel them when they widened. It was as if he was either reading your mind, or you were just obviously displaying the thoughts racing through it.
He took the blunt from between his lips and tossed it down on the pavement, blowing out the last bit of smoke that he’d been holding in his lungs, and took a small step forward.
You didn’t step back this time, but you kept your eyes on his, and he held your gaze like you were in a heated staring contest. No doubt he’d win that.
“Take it.” He lowly said.
You grabbed the box, your eyes still trained on his face as you held it in your hands, unsure what to do next.
“Open it.” He firmly demanded.
You were hesitant to do that, and the only reason why you were even holding that box in the first place was because he said he wasn’t going to hurt you. He may have been a number of really awful things, but for some reason, he didn’t strike you as a liar.
You finally laid your eyes on the box, slowly pulling off the tape that sealed the top of it. You felt him watching you intently, and probably impatiently as you took your sweet time opening it.
Once you pulled all the tape off, you took a deep breath and held it as you opened the cardboard flaps and looked inside.
You expected anything other than something relatively… Safe. To say the very least.
You looked up at him, his face just as blank as it always was.
“Cameras?” You asked when you saw the security cameras packed in styrofoam.
“Yeah, those are cameras.” He deadpanned. You could practically feel the sarcasm dripping from his tone.
“Okay. Why?” You asked, earning another one of his blank, are you fucking serious stares.
“Why do you think?”
“No, I mean yeah, for the restaurant obviously.” You rolled your eyes, and noticed the way his brows slightly raised. “But- why did you-“
“Don’t consider it a heartfelt gift.” He said with that same dead tone to his voice.
“Well, yeah, I mean you’d have to have a heart for that right?” You attempted to joke, but immediately wished you wouldn’t have. You didn’t even know why you tried to crack a joke with that man. You just blurted something out that was better kept in your head.
You saw his eyes narrow slightly, but his lip twitched at the corner and you could’ve sworn it was the closest thing to a smile that he was probably capable of.
But as soon as you noticed it, he wiped it away with the back of his hand and looked away from you, back over both shoulders before he returned his attention back to you.
“It’s not for you or your restaurant.” His stoic expression returned. “It’s to keep eyes on my dad’s money.”
“Wait, so, you can watch whatever it records?” You asked, and again, his face didn’t change in the slightest.
“Is that a problem?” He asked firmly.
“It’s kinda creepy.” You say. “Just like, knowing you’re gonna be watching me on-“
“Not you, the money.” He corrected you.
“Okay, the money.” You imitated him, and you were pretty sure he didn’t like that very much.
“It’s either that or get some cameras installed.” He shrugs. “either way, this place should have them. Would make it a lot easier to find the people who robbed it. I don’t like playing the guessing game, so if some shit like that happens again, ima need footage.”
You blinked twice before you asked, “Wait, you’re looking for the people who did it?”
He didn’t answer that. His jaw throbbed again and you took that as you were annoying him with all the questions.
It was his dad’s money. That’s all he was worried about, so you guessed it would make sense that he tries to find out who took that money. The pieces were kind of piecing together at this point. Slowly but surely.
“I’ll set these up tomorrow.” You felt like you’d caved for some reason. You didn’t see even the slightest bit of satisfaction on his face though. “Thanks.” You barely whispered, hesitating to look back into his eyes.
“It’s not a gift.” He reminded you.
“Yeah, you said that.” You felt yourself growing impatient with his coldness, even though you weren’t even sure there was anything else to him than that.
He looked you over once, his eyes scanning you from head to toe before he reached for his door.
“Next week.” He says before he opens his door and gets back in the car. You caught a glimpse of that purple patch peeking out from under his hoodie again, prominent against his tanned skin.
You snatched your eyes off of him all together and said, “Yeah, I know how this works by now,” as you walked around your car to the driver’s side door.
Before you opened it, you stole one more glance of him. His door was still open, one leg in the car and one foot on the ground as he stared back at you.
You held his gaze like it was round two of that imaginary staring contest, but this time, he broke first.
He subtly nodded before his eyes roamed down to some other part of your face.
He looked back into your eyes one last time before he wordlessly got all the way in the car and slammed the door.
It was only then that you finally exhaled the breath that you kept trapped in your lungs, placed the box in the passenger seat and checked your phone.
There was a text from Anna in the group chat. All is said was, “Girls night?”
You thought about that for a moment, and decided that a night out with the girls was probably exactly what you needed.
Before you could reply, Skye had sent a text back saying, “Always down” with a bunch of heart emojis.
You replied with, “Let’s do it!” before you locked your phone and cranked the car. Just before you were about to pull off, you looked over at Hook’s car still parked next to you.
His window was tinted too dark for you to be able to see through, but somehow you already knew that his eyes were on you.
It was only then when you looked over, that he had backed out of the parking spot and drove off.
———
You sat in your car for a couple minutes to listen to the rest of a song before you decided to walk into the bar. You knew Anna and Skye were already there, unfortunately Willow couldn’t make it thanks to having to work late, which sucked, but you were determined to have a great time regardless.
When you walked in, you spotted Anna and Skye at the round table that you guys always claim. At this point the seats should really have your names on them.
“Hey babe!” Anna smiles as you approach the table.
“Hey you guys!” You greet them back as you take your seat.
You still had a million and one thoughts racking through your mind, but you were on a mission to not let them eat you alive, even if it’s just for one night.
“So” Skye says as a smooth smile slips across her lips. “Anything you wanna share?”
You knitted your brows at her, glancing between her and Anna.
“Um, no? Something you wanna share?”
Skye shot you a, oh come on, type of look, and you stared back at her, clueless. There was no way she knew anything, right? If that was the case she wouldn’t be smiling right now.
“Brooke tells me there was a really hot guy talking to you today.” She smirks, and you didn’t know what kind of reaction to have to that. Brooke likes to talk. Noted.
“Really hot guy?” Was the first thing that came out of your mouth. “No, just a customer.” You lied a little too easily, and Skye eyed you for a long moment after.
“Do I know this really hot guy?” Anna chips in, leaning into the table as if you were about to spill the tea.
“No, and we’re not calling him the really hot guy, either. He’s just a customer that comes in a lot.” You could see that Skye wasn’t buying it. The knowing smirk that laced her lips was practically permanent.
“Well” Skye glances over at the bar before she looks back at you. “All I know is, Brooke made it seem like there was something going on with you and whoever this guy is. She said he told her he was only there to talk you.”
Which was true, he did only come to talk to you but it wasn’t anything like that. You tried to think of yet another lie to spew, but thankfully Skye’s attention got pulled away from you when the bartender walked up to the table with a tray of drinks.
You looked up at him, and recognized his eyes and that bright smile immediately. You had forgotten all about him after you left this very bar to meet up with Hook the same night he made you go home in an uber because you were too drunk to drive, according to him.
Then you remembered how you never followed him back on Instagram because you didn’t want to give him the wrong impression, since Skye straight up told him that you thought he was hot, which you never said in the first place, and you suddenly felt kind of awkward.
You pulled your eyes away from him and adverted them down to the table, feeling your cheeks burn beneath your skin just like when Skye embarrassed the hell out of you.
“Thank you, Dante.” She smiled up at him when he placed her drink down in front of her, and you caught the sly glimpses she wasn’t being discreet enough with.
You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from shooting her a glare. She was clearly using her eyes like it was some sort of secret language, but it was so obvious that she was trying to tell this guy to say something to you.
You didn’t want that, and she knew it, but it seemed like she didn’t care.
Your glass was placed down in front of you last, and you didn’t want to be rude, despite how awkward you felt. You looked up at him with your best smile and said, “Thank you.”
His smile immediately widened as he nodded his head and then looked down at the table instead. “When you ladies need more, just let me know.” He said before he stole one last glance at you and walked back to the bar.
You exhaled when he walked away, and your attention immediately returned to Skye and the sly smirk on her face.
“Not tonight.” You deadpan.
“What?” She shrugs, feigning innocence.
“I’m not into him.” you whisper so you can make double sure there was no chance he’d hear that. “I saw what you were doing a minute ago. Stop it.”
“Fine.” She shrugs again before she takes a sip from her drink. “Then how about we get back to Mr. Really Hot Guy?”
“How about no.” You shot a snarky smirk back at her before you grabbed your drink and took a couple sips.
“Fine.” She rolled her eyes. “No tea on girls night then.”
“Actually, there is something I wanted to tell you guys.” You pointed your finger between the two of them. Truthfully you had been dying to vent.
“What happened?” Anna asked.
“Friedman happened.” You say with a curl of your upper lip.
Both Skye and Anna’s eyes widened as they leaned in.
“Details, Y/N.” Skye encourages. “You didn’t sleep with him, did you?”
“Fuck no!” You nearly spat. You looked around to make sure nobody heard your word choice, you didn’t mean to be that loud.
“So what happened?” Anna asks again, sipping her drink through a straw.
“He came into the restaurant.” You told them, shrugging your shoulder.
“And?” Skye presses on.
“And he was a total dick.”
“That’s not surprising.” Anna rolls her eyes. “What did he say to you?”
“A lot. Mainly insulted me the entire time I took his order. Asked if I work there to pay my tuition, and then he was like, or was I right all along.”
They both shook their heads as you gave them the rundown. Talking about it did make you feel better, but just the fact that this man is still topic of conversation after everything he put you through, sickened you.
“He said our food looks like something his cat throws up, then he said if it poisons him he hopes I know how to save his life-“
“Um, no, let him choke and die.” Skye cuts in.
“Yeah, but after that, he was like, oh that’s right, you probably didn’t get that far in med school, huh?”
A disgusted look crossed Anna’s face when she said, “He’s such a fucking loser.”
“Agreed.” Skye nods. “You should’ve shoved that food down his throat.”
“It took everything in me not to explode, I’m telling you.” You shake your head before you take another sip from your drink.
“Are you okay though?” Anna asks. There’s a glint of sympathy in her eyes, which you understood, but hated more than anything else.
Granted, these two and Willow had seen it all when it came to the tumultuous relationship between you and Max. They were the ones that helped you pack when you finally decided that you had enough.
They held you while you cried over him, and kept you strong when you wanted to cave and go right back to him. They knew better than anyone just how much damage had been done to you from that one single man, but you still hated that they felt like you were just as fragile now as you were when you left him.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just pissed off.” You shrugged.
“So, no old feelings resurfaced?” She eyes you inquisitively, as if she’s trying to read you, searching for some underlying layer of feelings.
You had none.
“Definitely not.” You confidently say. “If I feel anything towards that sorry excuse of a man, it’s hatred, disgust, embarrassment, the list goes on.”
“Okay.” Anna’s voice was way softer than you wished it would be. It was as if she was trying to be gentle towards you, but you didn’t need that.
You didn’t say anything about it though, and went to take another sip of your drink before you realized you’d reached the bottom of that glass.
“Yeah, I need more too.” Skye shakes the ice in her otherwise empty glass before she raises it in the air and shakes it, trying to get the bartender’s, or, Dante’s attention.
“Skye, stop. That’s rude.” You grab her arm and lower it.
“What? How is that rude? It’s his job.” She shrugs.
“Yeah but it’s still rude, just walk over there and tell him.”
“You do it.” She says, letting that smirk slip back across her lips.
You shot her a crossed look before you rolled your eyes and looked over your shoulder at him. He was clearly preoccupied with someone else at the moment, and you weren’t about to walk up and interrupt.
But then you heard the ice in Skye’s glass shaking around again, and Dante’s eyes shot right over to it, but so did someone else’s.
Your heart might’ve actually skipped a beat when you realized who had locked eyes with you from across that bar. You immediately felt your skin burning, like the flames of a thousand tiny fires all conjuring together to form one huge blaze within you.
You were practically frozen, unable to pull your eyes away for some reason you didn’t even know.
That imaginary staring contest picked back up where it left off in the parking lot earlier that day, and this time, neither one of you were breaking.
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Tyler didn’t plan to go to the bar, but there was nothing else to do and the liquor stores were closed, so why not?
He had his head down when he walked in, taking a seat in his usual barstool and waited on Dante to finish up with other people a little ways down the bar counter.
When he walked over to him, he seemed a little… Nervous?
The usual, laid back, chill demeanor he always has was replaced by what Tyler could only call, weird shit. He was sort of jittery, couldn’t stand in one spot or keep his hands still, and his eyes kept reverting to another part of the room.
“You good?” Tyler asked, eyeing him suspiciously.
Dante poured Tyler’s signature and nodded, but his eyes kept flashing over to something else.
Tyler glanced over his shoulder, following Dante’s sights until he found what had gotten his attention. The three girls at the round table, obviously. Everyone else in the bar was either old or coupled up.
“Are you gonna stare at them or pick one and take her back to your place?” Tyler dryly asked before he tipped his shot glass back, downing it in one fell swoop.
Dante took Tyler’s glass and filled it up again, sliding it back to his waiting hand and leaned onto the counter, whispering his next words.
“That’s the girl I was telling you about.” He informed Tyler, and his hand stilled just before he brought that glass back to his lips.
Tyler’s brows knitted before he looked back over his shoulder, having to do a double take.
“The one in the black shirt.” Dante whispered.
Her back was facing him, and guessed he didn’t recognize her for that reason.
Tyler watched for a moment as restaurant girl’s hands were moving animatedly. He obviously couldn’t see her face but he assumed she was telling the other two a story or something.
He didn’t know what that feeling was in the pit of his stomach, but he needed it to go away immediately.
He turned back and grabbed the shot glass, downing it before he slid it back to Dante and waited for another one.
When the third glass of that amber poison was placed in front of him, he stared at it for a minute too long.
“Did you talk?” He decided to ask. Dante shook his head.
“Not really. I just served them their drinks and she said thanks. That was it.” He shrugged before he started wiping down the counter.
Tyler tapped his fingers against the side of the glass before he decided to tip it back.
He wasn’t getting the burn in his chest that he usually has. He figured he just hadn’t had enough yet.
“Think I should try to talk to her?” Dante asks after a silent moment. Tyler’s teeth grit behind his lips involuntarily. He was starting feel annoyed, but he didn’t know why. It was just a feeling that came on suddenly, and it’s got him ready to snap.
He slid the glass across the counter a little harsher than he intended to, but Dante caught it right before it slid right off the edge and shattered all over the floor.
He poured yet another shot and placed it down in front of him, then his eyes averted back over to that round table.
Tyler looked up at him, watching him as he watched her. His knee started bouncing, that annoyance was morphing into something more, and he could only assume that’s what he gets for choosing brown liquor on a bad day.
He tried to find comfort in that glass anyway, taking his shot like it was water and slamming it down against the counter. It’s a miracle it didn’t shatter in his hand.
Dante looked down when he heard the loud clink. “You good man?” He asked, picking up on the energy surrounding him.
Tyler nodded tightly, wordlessly sliding his glass back across the counter. Dante took it, but eyed him for a second before he made another one.
It was then that he heard something that caught his attention. Tyler looked over his shoulder at that table again, just as she was, and their eyes locked immediately.
He felt his chest tighten for some fucking reason. The second he caught a glimpse of her face, and the shocked look on it, he just stared at her. Didn’t really want to look away.
There was something about her that got under his skin. Usually, nothing truly digs deep enough to get under the surface, but somehow she did.
He didn’t like that very much. He didn’t like it at all, really. But at the same time, it was new. It was a feeling he hadn’t really had before, and it intrigued him.
That’s what he chalked it up to. He was figuring it all out in the midst of the liquor coursing heavily through his veins. It wasn’t her that intrigued him, it was just the fact that she actually found a way to linger in his mind. That made sense, right?
He kept his eyes on her’s for what felt like an eternity. He didn’t even realize that Dante had walked away from him, until he saw him walk up to that table.
She didn’t turn back just yet. She just stared back at him, but her face subtly changed. That look of surprise and shock faded into one that Tyler could only assume was her observing him.
Her eyes roamed down to his lips, then went right back to his eyes. Then they roamed over to the left, then the right side of his face, then circled right back to his eyes again.
He watched it all happen, but he never took his eyes off of her’s.
Until one of her friends called her name, and she appeared to have snapped out of some kind of trance. She turned back around so quickly that she almost knocked over the drink Dante gave her.
Then Tyler watched as she looked up at him, and he couldn’t see her face but judging by Dante’s cheesy smile, he could only assume she was smiling too.
He watched her fingers twirling the ends of her hair, and the look in Dante’s eyes as he subtly took a small step closer to her chair. Then he snatched his eyes off of both of them.
That burn in his chest had finally sunk in, but it wasn’t a good kind of pain this time. His teeth clenched together behind his lips as he stared down at the full glass sitting in front of him.
He suddenly didn’t want it. He didn’t need it tonight. He knew what the best thing for him to do was, and that’s when he pulled out his phone and played russian roulette with the many unsaved numbers.
He sent a text to one of them and waited for a reply. It wasn’t long before he got one back. It never took long at all.
He glanced down at it before he stuffed his phone back in his pocket and looked over his shoulder one last time, finding Dante and restaurant girl caught up in conversation, her head thrown back laughing as he told her something that probably wasn’t funny at all.
Just before he took his eyes off of her, she just so happened to glance back at him. He didn’t expect that, and judging by that shocked look returning to her face, she didn’t expect him to already be looking at her either, but there they were, once again.
There were a couple seconds that passed like that, but then he shot her a single nod before he got up and walked out, realizing only when the doors closed behind him, and he had a strong urge to go back in, that he was going to need more than just a random girl and a bottle of liquor as a distraction.
But as soon as he got behind the wheel, he looked ahead at the streetlights squiggly in his drunken haze, and he wasn’t sure what exactly possessed him to do what he did next, but he wasn’t going to spend all night trying to figure it out either.
The nameless girl he’d hit up was probably going to show up to his apartment soon, but he wasn’t going to be there.
He shook his head at himself before he opened the door and got back out of his car, feeling a little defeated but that didnt stop him from walking right back into that bar, even though he knew it was the last thing he should be doing tonight.
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part 3 coming soon
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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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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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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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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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Hook Masterlist
Two Worlds Collide (Smut Drabble)
Private Training Session (Smut)
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❝Injured❞
Hook x fem! reader
not my gif!!
fluff fluff and more fluff but also a tiny winy bit angsty????
ꨄ english isnt my first language so i apologies for any mistakes!!
not proofread!!
You knew this was going to happen after winning your title. You had arguably one of your best matches to date, Jade was selling your moves perfectly and vice versa. The crowd was electric, chanting either your name or Jades. You finally pulled your finishing move, from the top rope. You got the pin and handed the title, you felt amazing, you body buzzing with the adrenaline, you felt as though nothing could bring your mood down.
Well weren’t you wrong, you heard the loud voice of the one and only Britt Baker; Jamie Hayter tagging alongside her. You guys had an ongoing fued after you had finally had enough of their bickering after it cost you guys a very important match, something that could have cemented the three of you as actual competitors, but no, the two of them started arguing whilst you tried to make a tag, completely forgetting about you, making your opponent pin you down and win the match.
Now here you were, getting brutally attacked by the girls you considered your closests friends. You laid there, breathless and panting as Britt got up onto the top rope, Jamie holding your arm out as she helped Britt jump right onto your arm. You let out a gut wrenching scream, tears pricking at your eyes, threatening to fall at any moment.
You were so dazed - from the what felt like 1000 punches and the attack on you previously injured arm - you could barely hear the eruption of screams as your boyfriend, Hook, made his way out into the ring, Jamie and Britt quickly scattering out of it.
Hook stared daggers at them, the look itself scaring them away as he turned his attention to you, who was laying on the floor in an unimaginable amount of pain.
You flinched slightly as he brought his hand to your hair; his eyes immediately softening as he moved your hair away from you face. He helped you get out of the ring, grabbing your title for you before putting it over his shoulder. Once you were out of the ring, Hook picked you up bridal style, carrying you all the way to medical. You placed your arms around his neck, securing yourself in his grip before whispering in his ear a small “You don’t have to carry me, I can walk”
“Mhm, I know, but I’m not gonna let you” He replied, nonchalantly, making you let out that giggle that he loved so much. He took the two of you into medical, refusing to let you leave the room until you had been cleared.
You had been given the ‘Okay’ to leave not long after, Hook driving you both home, making sure you were as comfortable as you could be. He had put on your favourite movie, grabbing blankets and placing them ontop of the two of you. You laid your head on his shoulder, completely engulfed in the blankets and his oversized hoodie he had given to you.
You grabbed his hand, interlocking your fingers as you caressed the back of his hand with you thumb, the small action making a blush creep up from his neck up to his cheeks.
“Thank you baby, for all of that” You whispered, just loud enough for him to hear.
He kissed your head, taking a second to smell the coconut shampoo you used, a scent he often associated with you before mumbling an ‘I love you’ into your head.
“I love you too” You replied, grabbing his jaw delicately and pressing a gentle kiss onto his lips. Not long after, Hook heard small snores escaping your lips, a smile making its way onto his face as he admired you for a second. Instead of waking you up to take you upstairs, he decided the better option was to just fall asleep on the couch, the love of his life cuddled into his side.
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