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Sugar daddy!Jenson Button x female!sugar baby!reader
Summary - Everyone thinks Jenson would make the hottest sugar daddy, but what they don’t know is that he is one step ahead of them already
Warning - implied sugar daddy/baby relationship, age gap, swearing
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Jenson Button you could be a sugar daddy! OMFG!!!
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The simple life 🤍
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New wag!! Y/n L/n, a uni student, was spotted in Melbourne with ex racing driver Jenson Button. Jenson is also seen in the likes of her latest post. Thing is she’s 21 years old and Jenson is 43 years old, is this some sort of sugar daddy/baby relationship?? 🤔🤔
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username Stunning girl 😍
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Secrets out oh well, now I get to show off my sweet sugar 🥰
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Charles + medical au(?) + Fluff comfort
Medical | CL16
⸺ Charles misses you and he won't measure efforts to see you.
✓ mentions of injury.
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It was a slow day at the clinic, much like every Wednesday, you come to notice. You were super tired from the routine you've come to get used to, early classes during the morning, then study sessions to get your studies done before rushing to the hospital three times a week, the other three days you went to the clinic, an opportunity you got with a friend to experience a bit more of the medical field.
And though it was great for your grad life, it was actually hard for your love life.
You've been dating Charles for almost two years now, and he was always very supportive of your career, much like you were with his. He would make time, and plan cute dates whenever you were together and free at the same time, and when your school would let you, he would fly you to be by his side.
With the added internship at the clinic, it got harder, and you haven't seen each other for almost a month now. He was busy with racing, Ferrari meetings publicity stuff, and you were busy with school and internship.
So Charles decided to surprise you at the clinic where you were working that Wednesday after he got some days off. With the help of Pierre, he faked an injury to get there and find you. He had everything planned perfectly, he only forgot that you weren't the only person working there, and he found himself too deep on his lie back down.
That's how he found himself in the small individual side of the emergency room waiting for a doctor to collect his blood and run some exams. If Pierre was there he would be laughing his ass off at the fact that Charles was about to let someone have his blood taken, just for the sake of his surprise.
Thank goodness though, he didn't have to get that far, because you were the intern assigned to take his blood, and the second you turned the corner and saw the mop of chocolate hair your eyes went wide.
"Omg, Sharl, are you okay?" you ran to his side in the blink of an eye, holding his face between your hands and frantically looking for signs of sickness.
Charles gave you a toothy grin, "surprise!"
"What do you mean surprise?"
"I mean surprise, as in surprendre!"
"I-" you dropped your hold on him to put your hands on your hips, attentively looking at your boyfriend.
"Don't be mad. I just wanted to surprise you," he smiled. "And I talked with your boss, she just forgot to tell the guy at the reception and the nurse that it was a fake sickness, they almost drew my blood and ran tests on me," he ranted and Yn laughed.
"You're lucky I love you and missed you like crazy," you whispered before smashing your lips together in a loving kiss.
Charles held you close finally feeling at home after a month away form you.
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Chaotic Collaborations
Synopsis: The whirlwind of two polar opposites, a story line and unmistakable tensions in between
Warnings: pining, cursing, injury, depictions of blood, protective!hook, jealous!hook, angst, fluff eventually
A/N: welllll after who knows how long I’ve finally managed to conjure up the sunshine!reader x coldhearted hook fic! This was actually so fun to write I got carried away and it takes a drastic turn lmao I hope you love it babesss, enjoy!
(Takes place during the Hook and Jack rivalry)
(Also this shit is extremely long and I’m finishing it at 2am so bare with me if there’s grammatical errors, I’m sleepy lmao)
You were originally ecstatic over the shot at your very first story line when Tony pitched the idea to you. You’d been in AEW for a little over a year and had been hoping that you’d get a little more substantial tv time outside of your typical matches sometime soon, so when Tony called you to his office with an idea that was brought up to him, you couldn’t agree quick enough.
That was until the person you’d be doing the storyline with walked through the door.
The coldhearted handsome devil, as he frequently gets called. Someone you were somewhat familiar with due to seeing his matches in the viewing room from time to time, or him sitting alone in catering every so often, typically with a hatred look towards the whole world on his face.
A man you never considered approaching for the simple fact that he gave the impression that he was not to be fucked with, or even smiled at, for that matter. He was the last person you’d expected Tony to bring in.
“Hook, glad you’re here again. I know we’ve already been over this but now that we have your future partner here, I wanted to give you both the rundown. Have a seat.” Tony points to the chair next to you. He steps in, a hoodie over his head shadowing his eyes that glance at you before he silently takes a seat.
He brought a sudden energy to the room with his presence, one that made you feel a tad bit uneasy. Intimidated, more so.
“Y/N, Hook is who I’m pairing you with for this storyline. It’s come to my attention that the two of you are both crowd favorites and apparently a lot of fans want to see you two together. It would be great for the ratings and for both of your character developments.”
You nodded along, wanting to look over at the man next to you to see what he thought of this, though you kept your eyes on Tony. You knew that fans liked to talk about how you and some of the talent should pair up together, and there were a lot of edits on instagram of you and certain wrestlers that they shipped, but Hook was the least of your expectations.
“I’ll be putting you both in a group chat where I’ll send you segment and promo schedules and concepts, so keep your eyes out for that. Next week, during your match with Anna, Jack Perry is going to come out with the FTW title and hand it to her, and that’s when Hook will be coming out after him. The fans will think it’s all part of their feud until he comes to your aid when Anna hits you with the title while Jack and Hook are fighting on the ramp. That’s going to be the start of the entire storyline leading up to a tagteam match between the four of you.”
You listened intently, not wanting to miss a beat of the instruction. The storyline made a lot of sense since you and Anna did have some on screen animosity to begin with, and hook and jack have been at each others throats for some time now, so you could see the relevance to having Hook as your alliance.
“I’ll be sending you both a text soon on more details.” Tony said before he excused you both from his office. Hook silently got out of his chair and headed through the door without sparing you a glance. You weren’t sure if that meant that he was displeased about the storyline or if he just collected the information and went on his way.
You decided to try to talk to him when you both got into the hallway, but quickly wished you would’ve let him keep walking.
“Hey!” You jog up to him, reaching his side. He glanced over at you for a split second before he fixated his sights ahead. He didn’t greet you back, and that alone made you feel a little uneasy, but you still attempted to make conversation.
“I know we’ve never talked before, but since we’re about to do this whole storyline together, I guess I should introduce myself and all.” You managed a nervous chuckle, but he kept a straight face.
“I’m Y/N.” You continued on, feeling your nerves start to get the better of you, which is when you start rambling, usually.
“I mean, obviously you know that now since Tony said it, but, anyway, i just wanted to break the ice a little. This is all pretty new to me. I’ve never done a story line before so-“
That’s when Hook stops in his tracks, turning to face you. His stare was cold and jaw set. He showed no emotion, nothing at all, really. The way he looked straight into your eyes made you immediately shy away from that gaze. Your eyes dropped to the gold cross sitting over his chest similar to the one you had tucked underneath your shirt that you wore as a good luck charm.
You wanted to pull it out and show him that you had one too but something told you he wouldn’t care about that at all.
You glanced back up into his eyes, the ones that were strongly fixated on you, managing to push past the nervousness he made you feel until you heard him say, “Let’s save the talking for the scripts.”
He held his eyes on you for a second longer before he turned on his heel and headed down the hallway. You didn’t bother to follow. It was clear that Hook didn’t care to make conversation with you, and he wanted to make sure you understood that.
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You were sitting in catering with Skye and Willow, oblivious to their conversation due to the thoughts that kept swirling around in your brain. It had been a week since that very first interaction with Hook and tonight you were going to be starting the whole storyline.
Skye noticed how you barely paid attention to the conversation and decided to ask you what was going on. You had yet to tell them about the storyline since talking to Hook, or attempting to, didn’t go over so well.
“What’s going on with you?” Skye’s voice reached you, snapping you out of your thoughts.
You could’ve said it was nothing to save yourself the conversation but they were going to know about the whole storyline tonight, so you decided to spill it all.
“Tony’s giving me my first storyline.” You say, watching as a smile spreads across both of their faces before the confusion sets in.
“You don’t seem too excited?” Willow commented.
“I mean, I am, but… Well, okay, so you know how Hook and Jack Perry have that whole rivalry going on right now?”
The girls nod slowly, clearly they were still a bit confused.
“And me and Anna have a match tonight, so Jack’s going to come out and hand her the FTW title so she can knock my ass out with it,-“
“So then Hook is going to come out to save you.” Skye figured. “So is it like, an on screen dating kind of thing?”
“I don’t think so. Tony said we’ll end up teaming up against them, so I’m pretty sure it’s just alliances.”
Willow’s lips spread into a smirk before she looked down.
“Are you nervous about it or something? You’re the one who said you wished you’d get your shot at a story line and now you’re talking like you don’t want to do it.” Skye said, but you hardly heard her when the man who’s been racing through your mind came walking through the catering doors.
Willow noticed your eyes immediately finding him, following him as he headed around the perimeter of the room to take his seat in the very back.
“I think she’s nervous.” Willow grinned, clearly with insinuation but that’s when you quickly tore your eyes away from the man in question and back to them.
“No, it’s the fact that I tried to talk to him after we left Tony’s office, y’know, introduce myself and break the ice since we’re going to be working together, and he literally looked me dead in my face and told me to save the talking for the scripts.”
Both of their jaw’s dropped and Willow’s eyes cut over to the man, shooting him a look he didn’t see since he was on his phone.
“That’s fucking rude.” She said.
“Yeah, and we haven’t spoke since.”
“I mean, he kind of does look like that type of guy. He’s always by himself, always looks like someone pissed in his cheerios, maybe he’s just a dick. I’d just stick to the storyline and don’t bother with him outside of that if he’s going to have that kind of an attitude.” Skye says before she grabs her phone and stands up from the table.
“Anyway, I gotta go. I’ll be watching your match from the viewing room tonight though. You’re gonna do amazing.” She smiles before she heads out, leaving you and willow at the table.
“I agree with Skye. Just try to enjoy your first storyline despite his negative attitude.”
You nodded, then your eyes adverted over to the back of the room, for some reason you felt strongly compelled to steal a glance of him, only to find his eyes locked on you.
You felt your stomach twist suddenly and looked away immediately, but you could still feel the powerful gaze he possessed burning a hole through you, and you weren’t sure if that meant you should look back again, maybe try to go talk to him, or leave the room all together.
“Oh my God, he’s staring at me. Don’t you fucking look, Willow. Don’t make it obvious.”
Willow didn’t, but it was clear she wanted to. You could practically feel his dark eyes on you from way across the room, and you couldn’t help the way it made the pace of your heart quicken, out of the sheer nervousness that his presence hasn’t failed to make you feel.
“He’s leaving now.” Willow whispered as her eyes followed him around the room before she dropped them to the table. “He’s gone.”
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You couldn’t help but to be nervous but you attempted to put it all aside as you clutched you ribs, lying on the canvas after Anna kicked into your side, probably a little harder than she should have. You knew what was coming as soon as Jack’s music hit and he came running down the ramp with the FTW title in hand.
You grabbed Anna’s feet before she could reach him, swiftly making her fall flat against the canvas in an attempt to protect yourself from the inevitable. That’s when Hook’s music hit and a sudden pop from the crowd made your ears ring.
He didn’t run down the ramp like Jack did, but it took him only a few seconds to get his hands on the man. Hook snatched the title and threw it to the floor before he threw a series of punches to Jack’s chest, while you and Anna were throwing punches to each other’s jaws. She was hitting you with a force that felt a little more personal than just entertainment purposes. You wondered if she meant that or not.
She grabbed your wrist and slung you against the turnbuckles, hitting your back so hard you sprung foward and fell to your knees. It was all planned, but you were taking one hell of a beating.
That’s when Hook and Jack had the referee distracted enough for Anna to grab the belt. Just as you were getting on your feet, you felt the impact against the side of your head knocking you down flat, staring up at the bright lights of the arena as she pinned you.
The three count came fast and her music rang through your ears. You laid there like you were dazed and confused and thankfully she didn’t actually hit you with it too hard. You had a little pain but nothing like it would’ve been if she would’ve intended to knock you out cold.
The crowd was booing jack and Anna both, but they roared with cheers when Hook slid under the ropes. You felt a warm hand sneak beneath your shoulder before he helped you sit up. There was no script to go off of so you weren’t sure if anything should’ve been said, but nobody would’ve heard over the thousands of screams piercing your ears.
Taz was on commentary hyping the interaction up for the added affect of the viewers watching on tv.
“I don’t know when those two became friends, but I’ll tell you one thing, Y/N has a good one in her corner. If Hook has your back, you know you’re gonna be alright. Jack and Anna better watch out now boys.”
Hook leaned down and grabbed your hand, pulling you up to your feet. The crowd was absolutely wild, and it was a reaction you really didn’t expect. He silently nodded towards the ramp as he let go of your hand. You walked ahead of him, slipping out of the ropes and making your way towards the tunnels, clutching your side and your head for the added affect.
You looked over your shoulder to find hook close behind, his eyes locked on you the second you spared a glance. Just before you reached the tunnels, you heard his voice, somehow over all the commotion around the arena.
“Wait” he caused you to turn around, now inches apart from you. Your eyes widened when you realized the closeness, before you felt his hand grab yours again and hold it up in the air, turning you towards the crowd that was on the verge of losing their minds.
He pointed at you, nodding as he took in the reactions. You were trying to soak it all in but it all had you confused. Assuming he was really good at selling, you tried to ignore the fact that his harsh words had been running through your mind for the past week, but due to that, you didn’t expect all of this.
He dropped your hand and nodded towards the tunnel, letting you lead the way. As soon as you got away from the chaos in the arena, you turned around to face him. Part of you wanted to ask why he was so rude to you last week but the other part of you was screaming for you not to.
Hook’s brows knitted together when you looked up at him. The last thing you probably should’ve been thinking about was the first one that came to mind simply because your brain did that sometimes.
He was wearing a black hoodie, black pants and looked like the walking depiction of darkness with the way his hair casted over nearly half of his face. Meanwhile you had on all white ring gear coupled with white nails and the comparison must have looked nothing less than polar opposites when you stood side by side.
But then you heard him say, “Are you just gonna stand there and stare at me?”
That’s when you realized you’d just been staring up at him, feeling your cheeks immediately burn beneath your skin when he called you out for it. Hook saw the way your face flushed and a rosy tint dusted over. Then he noticed a gold cross sitting against your chest much like his own. He didn’t comment on it, obviously.
You wanted to redeem yourself but couldn’t muster words at that point and he stared down at you awaiting a response or simply for you to move out of his way, which is exactly what you did.
The second you stepped to the side, he slipped past you, brushing your shoulder on his way down the hall. You stood there with a bit of a dumbfounded look on your face as you watched him leave without sparing you another glance.
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Another week passed by and again, you and hook hadn’t spoke, but your tagged photos on instagram were nothing but you and him from Dynamite the week prior. It was funny how many fans were going crazy for a duo that was anything but when you weren’t on cameras.
You’d looked down at your phone when it buzzed and a text from Tony came through. You were put in the group chat with a 363 area code and debated whether or not you should save him in your contacts.
The text was the instructions for a segment later on. You and hook were going to be spotted talking in the hallway. He sent the full script and with only an hour to memorize and apologized for the last minute scheduling.
You were typing back when another message popped up. It was from hook, nothing but a short and simple reply saying, “All good” meanwhile you’d typed almost a whole paragraph about how it was okay, don’t apologize and you were going to get to memorizing right now. Needless to say, you deleted that and typed back, “No problem, I’ll have them memorized.”
You then scrolled up the long message, unsure if you could actually sell this with such a short amount of study time. You didn’t want to screw up on live tv.
Your lips moved as you read over the lines. It would’ve been way easier if you could actually rehearse them with someone but clearly hook wasn’t going to be down for that and Skye and Willow both had the night off, which was the reason you were sitting alone in catering.
You tried to focus but you felt that feeling again. Eyes on you, unavailable. He was somewhere in the room and you could feel it. He was staring at you again, and you didn’t even have to find him to be able to tell that.
You couldn’t keep your mind on the script now that you knew you were being watched. You wondered why he was staring in the first place. What was his problem with you after all?
The temptations got the better of you and you finally tore your eyes from your phone, only to find him sitting directly across from you at the next table over. Like you already knew, staring.
He didn’t bother to snatch his gaze off of you. He was shameless about the way he watched you. You couldn’t help it when your nerves grabbed strong hold of you and out blurted, “Are you just gonna sit there and stare?”, loud enough for the people around to hear, earning their attention.
Hook didn’t acknowledge them. He didn’t even blink. Didn’t move a single muscle and that’s when you decided to get up and walk over to him, despite the way his dark eyes made you want to take off running.
You approached his table and took a seat directly across from him. He tilted his head back slightly and crossed his arms over his chest. His brows raised in an expectant manner and you could feel the eyes of talent all around focused on the two of you.
“Why do you keep staring at me?” You called him out the same way he did to you last week in the tunnel. He kept a stoic expression as his eyes dropped down to your phone in hand on top of the table. He decided to avoid your question to ask one of his own.
“You think you can sell that segment later?”
Caught off guard, you felt your brows knit together, looking down at your phone which served as a reminder that you needed to be studying those lines.
“I’m gonna do my best.” You answered honestly, looking back at him. “Are you not going to go over your lines?”
“I already know them.”
“The text just came in like five minutes ago.” You pointed out.
“And I already know them, and yours.” He coolly states before he grabs the bookbag from the seat next to him and stands up. “Don’t mess up.” He says before he tries to leave.
“Wait!” Your voice didn’t do you any favors when it came out a little squeakier than you intended, but it kept him there. “Can you help me go over them?”
He stared down at you, face unreadable as always. There was a pause before he said, “If I didn’t have to get ready for my match, maybe I’d consider.” Then he headed out of catering, leaving you alone at the table.
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You headed down the hallway where you were supposed to shoot the segment. Hook was already there, leaning against the wall with his phone in hand. He had his ring gear on, a couple red marks on his chest and sweat glistening off his skin. He must have just came back from his match.
Nobody else was around yet. You slowly walked over to him and stood against the opposite wall in front of him. He finished typing something before he picked his head up and looked down at you. You did your best not to spare him a glance as you continued going over your lines.
“It’s a little late to be trying to memorize them now.” You heard him mutter.
“I think I have them memorized, actually.” You look up at him, now leaning back with arms crossed. His hair was absolutely unruly and you couldn’t help but stifle a laugh when you saw it up close. The way it was standing straight up over his head reminded you of Chicken Little.
“What?” His brows knit when he catches your reaction.
“Sorry” you shake your head and wipe the smirk off your face. “It’s your hair.”
“What about my hair?”
“It’s like, standing straight up.” You point out, watching his eyes squint at you.
“It’s hair. It does that.” He deadpanned.
“Mine never does.”
“That’s ‘cause Anna’s always pulling yours out.” He bantered back, and for the first time you thought maybe you saw his lips tip up in a smirk, but as soon as you caught it, he wiped it away.
“She is not always pulling it out. That was one time. And that was so long ago, how do you even know that?”
Silence suddenly filled the hallway. He didn’t have an answer for that and thankfully for him, the cameraman made his way around the corner just in time.
“Alright, ready?” He calls out to the both of you. You take one more quick glance at your phone before shoving it in your pocket and taking in a deep breath.
Hook pushed himself off the wall and whispered, “Don’t mess up.” Before he stood behind you, close enough that when you turned around, you had to put a little space between you.
“Action.”
“Y/N.” Hook suddenly spoke. “You can’t let anyone walk all over you in this company. It’s time for you to take control. You need to start fighting fire with fire.”
He was right when he said he had his parts memorized. It was so effortless to him. He went from one persona to the next in a matter of seconds.
You tried to hide the surprise on your face and snap into character. He eyed you skeptically, you could clearly tell he was expecting you to mess up.
“I don’t want to play dirty, Hook. That’s gonna be my karma when it comes back to bite me.” First line down, you didn’t think it was too bad.
“Or maybe Anna Jay and Jack Perry’s karma is us. Did you ever think about that?” He raised his voice and took a step foward unexpectedly, backing you against the wall. You were suddenly flustered but knew you had to force that away.
“Jack knocked me out with the same title Anna hit you with. My FTW title. They’re cornering you and you’re allowing it! What’s gonna happen when you’re in the hospital with a concussion next time and I can’t save you?”
His chest started heaving as hot breaths fanned against your skin. He was way too good at this.
“What do you want me to do, Hook? You want me to be evil like they are? That’s not me!”
A second passed and you saw the way his eyes dropped down to some other part of your face, suddenly making you self conscious about whatever caught his attention. Then, he leaned in even closer, his chest brushing against yours when he inhaled.
“If you’re gonna be with me, you have to be tougher than this. That sweet, innocent personality of yours isn’t going to get us anywhere, and I’m not gonna stand by while you let yourself get assaulted every week. It’s time to start fighting back, Y/N.”
Half of that line, you didn’t recall memorizing. It threw you off a little bit, and thanks to that, you couldn’t remember your final line. You suddenly got anxious, mouth falling open with no words coming out. Hook picked up on this, not letting too much time pass before he tried to jog your memory.
“You don’t have anything to say? You’re okay with these people tormenting us? You want them to take everything from us?”
You hoped he could hear you silently thanking him. You knew that wasn’t a line but he kept it going for the sake of embarrassing yourself.
“If you want me to fight back, then let me do it my way.” You recited, shooting him your best glare for the dramatics. “I’m not turning cold for you, but that doesn’t mean I can’t beat her ass so bad she’ll wish she never stepped foot in a ring with me.”
His lips turned upwards in the faintest hint of a smirk and this time you were certain on it before he quickly brought that straight face back for the camera and nodded his head saying his last line.
“I’m gonna hold you to that.”
“Cut”
The camera man left you and hook in the hallway. As soon as the camera wasn’t on you an enormous weight was lifted off of your shoulders, finally able to take a deep breath, but the air around quickly got suffocating all over again.
Hook didn’t move. He was still standing close enough to you that you felt pinned to the wall. He held those infamously dark eyes on you for a moment, studying you. In his mind, he didn’t see the value of having you as a partner. He couldn’t understand why he got paired with someone who looks like they’d cry the minute someone raised their voice.
You just appeared to him as a sweet, innocent person and not in the way that he intended for it to be a compliment. Sweet and innocent wasn’t his thing. He needed someone just as coldhearted and vengeful as him.
Nevertheless, he was with you now until this storyline ends and his dad told him during a conversation they had a few days prior, that he needs to look at things a little bit differently. Taz seemed to think that he needed someone like you by his side. The coldhearted handsome devil needed a conscious and in his dad’s mind, a babyface with the reputation of being a walking ray of sunshine was the angel on Hook’s shoulder.
He carefully considered his dad’s perspective, but then aroused ideas of his own. A concept that he pitched to Tony that you had no idea what was coming. Plans to take your squeaky clean image and transform it into something greater, something more complimentary to himself.
You eyed him, swallowing past a thick lump accumulating in your throat before you managed to speak in a voice almost weary.
“Why are you staring at me like that?”
Hook’s head tilted to the side, as if he was intrigued by the simple question. Your wide eyes reminded him of a skittish puppy ready to bolt, and he was surprised you haven’t yet.
“I thought you had your lines memorized?” He countered your question.
“I did, until you decided to improvise.” You quickly blurted, feeling like you exaggerated that defense. His brows raised slightly from beneath the thick hair against his forehead before he took a step back, putting space between you for the first time in what felt like an eternity.
“See you next week.” He muttered before he disappeared around the corner.
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Two nights later, as you got cozy in bed, just about to doze off, your phone buzzed with a text from that same area code you recognized as Hook.
“been talking to my dad. you need to learn redrum. im in the hotel gym”
You glanced at the time, nearly baffled when you realized it was one-thirty in the morning. You texted back a quick reply.
“Right now? This can’t wait until tomorrow? And why do I need to learn your moves? I have moves of my own.”
You stared at the message until the delivered turned into read at 1:32 and locked your phone until he texted back.
“im going to bed at 2”
You stared at that simple little message and knew it was basically him not giving much of an option. You huffed as you slid out of bed, never minding to change out of your sweatpants or do anything with yourself for that matter. It was almost two in the morning. You should be asleep.
The elevators brought you down to the first floor. You headed across the lobby towards the gym. You could hear the sound of a punching bag being hit three times each even through the closed door.
You walked in, to your surprise finding Hook and Taz both. Taz was keeping the punching bag steady while Hook threw his fists into it, but that came to an abrupt halt when taz spotted you first.
“Ah, there she is.” His voice echoed through the empty room. “Didn’t think you’d actually show.” He chuckled, turning to his son. “Tyler and I have been talking about that upcoming tagteam match between you and the goofballs, we think if the crowd saw a double redrum they’d go nuts.”
You glanced at hook, now with the new knowledge that his name was actually Tyler, and for some reason that’s all that registered in that moment. He was looking at his dad, not even sparing a glance in your direction until Taz gave him a strong pat on his bare back and said, “I’ll leave you to it son. Your mother’s waiting for me.”
You held the door open to let him through, offering a faint smile. Taz stopped before he left the room, looking over his shoulder at his son, “Polite too” he commented, and you weren’t sure what that was supposed to mean but didn’t ask either. “Don’t hurt him too bad.” He muttered with an amused grin before he headed out.
You closed the door and stepped a little farther in the room. Taz seemed to have taken that lighthearted energy with him when he left because once again, the air was thick. It felt hot and heavy in your lungs and it made no sense to you why that was always the case when you were around him.
He stood at the front of the room with his hands on his hips. He looked like he’d been at it for hours what with the way his cheeks were bright red and sweat was covering every visible inch of his body, and drenching his hair.
“Do you always work out at two in the morning?” You asked as you drew a little closer, feeling like you were physically walking on eggshells.
“I go to sleep at two.” He replied, rather breathlessly. His eyes adverted down to your t-shirt and sweats, and the fuzzy slippers you put on before you left the hotel room. “Apparently you do too.”
“I was almost asleep when you texted.” You defended yourself and your cozy loungewear. “I’m not going to throw on a whole outfit just to come down to the gym.”
“Real shoes either.” He countered.
You looked down at the slippers and then back up at him. “They’re comfy. I don’t care.”
“Clearly.” He nodded. “Doesn’t matter. You familiar with any of my moves at all?”
You could’ve told him that you’d watched some of his matches in the viewing room before but something told you that he would think you were weird for that, so you simply shrugged and said, “kind of, not really.”
The way he eyed you made you think he knew you were lying.
“Never seen me do redrum?” He questioned, raising his brows.
“Maybe like one time.” You lied again, and that’s when his eyes narrowed, as if he was reading right through the bullshit.
He pushed his hair back and let his hand fall to his side with a smack to his hip before he stepped away from the punching bag and over to a bench, grabbing an almost empty water bottle and chugging the rest.
He crumbled the plastic before tossing it in the trash can halfway across the room and walking back over. He stood in front of you. It seemed to you like the man didn’t know the definition of personal space.
“Are you familiar with a half nelson at least?”
You shot him a questionable look, feeling the sarcasm dripping from his question.
“Pretty sure everyone is.” You crossed your arms, deadpanning on him in an attempt to dish it right back. His lips fold in and that’s when you couldn’t help but notice a dimple on his right cheek.
“Alright then-“ he held his arms out to his sides. “Put me in one.”
You shot him another look, wondering if that was a serious request or not. He stared at you, clearly waiting. It didn’t seem probable since the man towered over you.
“How do I do that when you’re like, six foot tall?” You asked, holding your own arms out. “I’m obviously too short to reach.”
“Size doesn’t matter. It’s the way you utilize your body. Anna’s taller than you, how do you expect to put her in a choke? Wait for her to get down?”
“I wasn’t planning to until you said I needed to learn your moves. I have a couple of my own.”
“And clearly they don’t work too well.” He counters comebacks quickly, you realize.
“If you can’t reach, use your legs first.” He instructed, suddenly having a more serious edge to his voice. “If that means you have to jump on their back, then do that. I’ve had to a time or two.” He shrugged before he waved you foward.
You dropped your arms and eyed him skeptically. An uneasy feeling was trying to take over simply because the thought of wrestling around with a man twice your size didn’t seem like the smartest idea.
“You’re not gonna sling me over your shoulder or something, are you?”
You caught the brief flash of confusion that crossed through his eyes before they returned to that cold stare he perfected.
“No, Y/N.” He huffed in annoyance. “I’m not gonna do anything but let you take me down. I’m gonna fall foward though, not back, so if you go flying off of me that’s on you.”
In his mind he was wondering why you were so apprehensive about this. Did you really think he was going to hurt you? He might not be all that friendly but he didn’t have intentions to harm you. Either way, he pushed past those thoughts and focused on the task at hand.
You nodded in understanding before you circled around him, taking a step back for more momentum when you sprung foward. Your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, knees locking in underneath his ribs and you heard a low grunt reverberate through his throat.
“Am I hurting you?” You loosened your legs but felt his hands grab them, keeping you wrapped tightly around him.
“Nope, always keep your legs tight. I’m good. Lock it in.”
You did as you were told, snaking one arm beneath his jaw and the other under his arm, bringing it up and pushing his head down until you felt him falling foward with a low, “Fuck” beneath his breath.
You held on tight as his knees hit the floor and he tapped on your arm quickly. You unwrapped yourself and stood back up, offering your hand to help him to his feet, but he ignored it.
“Was that right?” You asked, feeling somewhat prideful about the way you just brought a six foot tall, two hundred pound man down to his knees with his own finisher.
He nodded, rubbing his neck. “Yeah, that was right.” He cleared his throat. He then eyed you with a somewhat unreadable look on his face, eyes slightly narrowed.
“What?” You asked.
“You’ve never seen that before?” He resorted back to his previous question from earlier.
“I told you I have once.” You reminded him, but again, human lie detector comes out of him and it was evident.
“Most people don’t get it right the first time after seeing me do it more than once.”
“Well I did.” You shrugged, watching as he peered those eyes at you, reading straight through the bullshit once more just to hum in response.
“Not very believable but alright.” He muttered before he walked over to the bench and sat down, grabbing his hoodie and tossing it over his shoulder. You felt your clothes sticking to your body with sweat that wasn’t your own and peeled the fabric from your skin, just for it to stick right back.
Hook noticed this. “You got a little sweat on you.” He comments obviously.
“Do I? I didn’t notice.” You sarcastically replied, and another unreadable expression played on his face, one that had you wondering what he was thinking, but you didn’t ask. It returned back to that blank, emotionless look moments after.
“I have a match Wednesday.” He said as he ran his hand through his unruly hair. “You should probably be ringside.”
“Did Tony say that? I haven’t heard anything.”
“I’m saying that.” He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees, looking up at you. Your mouth clamped shut with that response. He clearly saw the mixed reaction playing on your face and made it a point to clarify.
“The more we’re together, the more we’ll sell.”
But something told you otherwise and you weren’t sure what. Something was nagging at you about his actual motives. If you remember correctly, he didn’t seem too pleased about being paired up with you to begin with.
“I didn’t think you cared so much about this storyline.” You tested. “You seemed really unhappy about it when we were in Tony’s office. And after, especially.” You referred to the first little conversation, or lack there of, in the hallway.
He looked down at his knuckles and a few scars on them before he looked back up at you.
“If we have to do it, I want to at least make it good.” He said, ignoring basically everything you just said. “That means we need to sell it. So we need to be seen together a lot more. Nobody’s gonna believe it if we’re only shot on segments and nowhere else.”
You nodded, understanding that fact.
“So when I have a match, you be there. When you have a match, I’ll be there.” He then stood up and threw on the black hoodie you always saw him wear at work before he walked past you, muttering a low, “see you Wednesday” under his breath before the gym doors shut behind him.
———
“Sounds like he wants to fuck you.” Willow bluntly stated after you told her and Skye all about what’s been going on lately. You felt your cheeks practically burn your skin but looked away in an attempt to hide it.
“Agreed.” Skye adds in. “Looks like someone’s not so coldhearted after all.”
“No, he definitely is.” You affirm with a quick nod. “He’s just good at selling a storyline. He’s a different person on camera than he is elsewhere.”
“He looks pretty angry all the time to me. On camera and every time I pass his grumpy ass in the halls” Willow chuckled and you couldn’t help but do the same. “And if he’s trying to sell the story purely, I don’t think he’d bother getting you down to the gym at almost two in the morning.”
“Well it was to teach me his finisher for when we have that tagteam match.” You justified, but they didn’t buy it.
“That could’ve waited for a day time hour, Y/N.” Skye tried to convince you, but there was no use in that. You looked at the time and realized his match was starting soon. You got up from the seat, thankful for an excuse to leave the conversation.
“I’m needed ringside.” You tell them, noting the smirks on their face before you left.
Hook was already in the gorilla waiting for his music to hit when you finally got there. His back was turned and head hung as he pushed himself back and to against the bars.
“Hey.” You breathlessly said, due to nearly racing to be in time. He turned his head, looking over his shoulder as he kept doing what looked to you like mid air push ups, assuming it was just something he did to get amped up.
His eyes adverted down to your shirt. You didn’t have a match tonight so you didn’t bother throwing on your ring gear. He was wearing all black this time, and you were wearing a bright yellow top and black shorts.
“Hey sunshine.” He said with a condescending, mocking tone as he eyed your apparel.
“Sunshine? Why? Because of my shirt?” You asked. “Was I supposed to match you or something?”
He shook his head and dropped it, exposing that dimple again. He pushed himself off the rails to stand up straight, looking down at you rather dramatically with the way he dropped his head.
“I didn’t say anything about your clothes.”
“You insinuated by the way you looked at my yellow shirt, then called me sunshine.” You pointed out, watching an amused grin spread across his lips before he dropped his head to cover it. You know you weren’t mistaking.
It was then that his music hit and the pop of the arena was already ringing your ears. He headed through the tunnel and you followed, unsure what you were actually supposed to do now that you were here.
The crowd went crazy when hook came out, but nearly insane when you popped out right behind him. He stopped at the top of the ramp to look amongst the sea of faces, and you endured it all next to him. You turned to look at him, only to find him staring down at you.
He nodded towards the ring, signaling for you to take the lead, so you did. On commentary once again, Taz was hyping it up for the viewers at home.
“That’s hook right there folks. The coldhearted handsome devil. He’s being accompanied by one of AEW’s crowd favorites, Y/N for this match. These two have been joined at the hip ever since Anna Jay knocked her upside the head with the FTW title. They’ve got each others backs, I’ll tell you that much.”
If you could hear commentary it would probably make you laugh just how much his dad sells the storyline.
You stopped at the end of the ramp and waited for hook to walk down. He stopped next to you for a moment, the cameraman panning in on the two of you taking in the crowd reactions before he nodded towards where you would be standing, signaling for you to take your place while he rounds the ring.
When the bell rings and the match gets started, you watch on from where you stood leaning against the canvas. You’ve seen a few of his matches but never up close. It was clear exactly why he was favored in this industry. His quickness and agility was otherworldly. He was fast thinking and cleverly destructive.
He made quick work of getting his opponent down. It had only taken about three and a half minutes and the redrum was locked in, and seconds after, his music boomed through the arena.
You clapped genuinely, watching as he got to his feet and slipped out the ring on your side. He nodded towards the tunnels and by this point you already knew to take the lead while he walks behind you. No idea why he prefers it that way, but you didn’t question.
When you reached the stage, you stopped and turned to face the crowd. He got up next to you and looked at you questionably when you grabbed his wrist, even though he already knew what you were going to do.
You raised his hand in the air and listened to the crowd explode. The pop was unlike anything you’d witnessed yourself, and it was doing a pretty good job at bringing your confidence level way up.
“Probably one of AEW’s most unlikely duos. The coldhearted handsome devil and Y/N look like night and day standing next to each other.” Excalibur mentions on commentary.
“Their appearances may be complete opposites but don’t let that fool you my guy. These two are a force to be reckoned with.” Taz adds.
You get halfway through the tunnel when you look over your shoulder to find hook trailing closely behind you.
“Good job.” You smile at him, though he doesn’t return the smile back. You didn’t expect him to, anyway. He hummed in response and dropped his head, ruffling his hair.
Just then, a text came through to your phone. You pulled it out of your pocket and read the group chat message.
“It’s Tony.” You tell hook. “He said me being ringside was a nice touch for whoever’s idea that was. Want me to tell him it was yours?”
“Nah.” He shortly replied. “Did he say anything else?” He asked, seeming a little curious.
“No.” You told him, watching as he nods once. “What do you think we’ll be doing next? Another segment? When even is this tagteam match happening?”
“Ask him.” He mutters.
He wasn’t saying much all of the sudden which confused you. It was like he retreated into a shell after he decided he didn’t like the outside world for the two minutes he experienced it.
“Are you tired?” You asked, noticing the questioning glance he gave you.
“No?”
“Oh. You sound tired.” You added as you headed down the hall with him, unsure where you were actually going since you just got caught up in talking to him.
“Not tired” he sighed, giving you the impression that he didn’t want to talk at all anymore. Or maybe he never even did in the first place.
“Alright well, I’ll see you next week then.” Your voice was far weaker than his was. He slowed down but didn’t stop, muttering “alright” before he kept walking down the hallway, leaving you standing in the middle of it for what felt like the hundredth time watching him leave.
———
A text from Tony came through two days later. It was a graph with the ratings for Wednesday night’s show and apparently the interactions with you and Hook brought a lot of attention on.
You were typing a reply when another message came through. It was next weeks plans for the two of you. Reading over it, you couldn’t help but to be confused. Apparently you were supposed to interfere in one of Anna’s matches that Jack was going to be standing ringside for. This time, you were going to be the one using the belt against her after hook takes it from jack.
Sounded like heel work in your opinion.
You didn’t reply due to the fact that you weren’t sure what to say, but hook did. His message came through a few minutes after the text was sent and was nothing but a simple okay emoji.
That night, you received a text from hook. It was short and simple like all the other ones had been.
“you own any black clothes?”
You felt like you could feel the sarcasm through the screen. What kind of question was that?
“Why?” You replied, not having much time to close your phone before another one came through.
“so we can match”
You understood the reasoning but weren’t super thrilled about black of all colors.
“Do you own anything other than black clothes?” You retorted. This time there was a pause between messages.
“what color do you want to wear, y/n” if you were standing in front of him having this conversation you just knew he’d have that bored look on his face. You thought for a minute about a reasonable color. Then decided on one he probably would glare at you for.
“Got anything yellow?” You grinned to yourself knowing that he was probably going to roll his eyes at that one.
“no.”
“Fine… Blue?”
“no.”
“Red?”
“no. wear black wednesday”
You stared down at that message for a moment debating on what to say back. You looked across the room at your suitcase overflowing with clothes but you already knew the only article of clothing you brought with you that was all black was a dress you wore to go out in. Nothing reasonable for the show.
“I don’t have anything black suitable for tv.”
“how would something not be suitable? just wear it”
You sighed deeply as you walked over to your suitcase and pulled out the dress that you only wore once simply because it rode up way too high all night long. You threw it on the bed and snapped a picture, sending it to him.
“This is it and I’m not wearing it.”
There was a couple moments that passed before you received a message back.
“i don’t see the issue”
“It’s revealing.”
“so is your ring gear but you still wear it?” You stared at that message wondering why you were standing in the middle of the room arguing with that man right now. And still, you continue to do so.
“That’s ring gear. That’s different.”
This time, a good five minutes pass by before he replies. You had just tossed your phone on the bed when you figured he was done texting only to grab it almost as quickly as you tossed it when your phone buzzed again.
“ill bring one of my hoodies then”
On the other end of the phone, Tyler was sitting at a restaurant table with his dad going over the next couple of weeks.
Taz was the one who told him that the two of you should match and it would probably do good at winning over the crowd and the viewers, but he was thinking more along the lines of his son wearing something other than the typical black attire he exhausts.
“It’s funny seeing you two up on that stage” taz chuckles as he digs his fork into his pasta. “You’re like the moon and she’s the sun, for now at least”
Tyler’s eyes lifted from his phone. He was staring at the three little dots while he awaited your response. He said he’d bring you one of his hoodies and for some reason he was apprehensive about sending that message. It felt like odd territory to him to be letting you wear his clothes, but apparently all you had was a little black dress you didn’t feel comfortable wearing.
“And I’ll tell you another thing, when you two team up in that ring, the fans are gonna lose their freakin’ minds”
Just then, a text came through and for some reason a slight smile landed on tyler’s lips, until his dad called it out.
“Who’s that?” He questioned, trying to lean foward to steal a glance at his son’s phone. He was quick to lock it and stuff it in his pocket.
“Y/N.” He muttered before he dug his own fork into his food.
“Have you talked to her about the turn yet?” Taz asked, and Tyler froze for a second.
“Nah, not yet.”
“She doesn’t know?” He questioned, looking a bit taken back. “What does she think the plans for you two are? You have to tell her, son.”
“I’m pretty sure she’ll figure it out on her own.” He grumbled, leaning back in his seat and dropping the fork against his plate.
“Tyler” taz shot him a look, “It was your idea. You need to be the one to tell her straight.”
And it was his idea. He approached Tony shortly after he left you in the hallway that first time the two of you talked, and pitched the idea that you should have a heel run by his side. Tony wasn’t apprehensive at all. To him, and to Hook, the idea of an America’s Sweetheart type of personality completely doing a 180 with the coldhearted handsome devil was golden.
It was just that he told Tony that he’d talk to you about it and never did. Plans had changed from the originality of the first idea and you had no clue about it.
“What’s gonna happen when she’s supposed to go out in front of thousands of people as a heel, and she’s thinking she’s still this babyface character?” Taz reasons, making Tyler drop his eyes to the table.
“She needs time to prepare. It’s not easy going a complete 180 son. Especially not if you wait until last minute to tell her.”
He retrieved his phone from his pocket and read your message back.
“Thank you” was all you said. His thumbs hovered over the screen before he finally managed a response. It was hard to put it into words for some reason and when he realized what it sounded like, he had to send a double text for clarification.
“can you come to my room later”
“to talk. it’s kinda important”
———
Later meant way later than you expected when Hook sent you the text letting you know what room number he was in at midnight.
Regardless of how tired you were, you were way more anxious than anything to figure out what was so important. You reached room 235 and knocked on his door. You heard some shuffling around before he opened it, hair even messier than usual and eyes low, like he was on the verge of passing out himself.
He stepped back and waved you in. You walked in and eyed him as he walked around you. He didn’t sit down anywhere and you didn’t make yourself comfy either. This was awkward. Probably the most awkward encounter you’ve had with him yet.
Truth was that he was a little nervous. He didn’t know how you were going to take the fact that this entire time, you were working on a heel turn without even knowing it. And he was the one behind it all.
He looked down at you, leaning against the wall as he contemplated the best way to go about the conversation. He never really got nervous about anything so this was fairly new and rather uncomfortable for him.
“Did you get that message from Tony about Wednesday?” He started off by asking, and you slowly nodded. You eyed him, trying to read an unreadable man.
“What did you think about it?” He was doing a good job at reading you though. Wasn’t hard since you had a tendency to wear your emotions on your face. He could tell you were skeptical of him in that moment by the way you stared at him solely. He’s seen that look from you a couple dozen times already and the only other one he can recognize that easily is the look you give when he makes a smart comment to you.
“You mean about me using the title to hit Anna? It sounded like heel work to me.” You told him, watching as he nodded.
“Cause it is.”
You blinked twice. “I’m not a heel.”
“I talked to Tony about this storyline a while back. We agreed it’s a better idea if you have a heel run with me.”
You stared up at him, a bit lost. The original idea was for the babyfaces to win in the end, since jack and Anna were already heels. Now it turns out that you had a whole new character transition coming you didn’t even know about in the first place and frankly, you were unsure how to feel.
“Wait so this whole time I’ve been working on turning heel? And you knew that and didn’t tell me?” You peered your eyes at him, glaring. “Why not?”
“Never had the chance, I guess.” He shrugged.
“Never had the chance?” You felt your eyes form into small slits. “You had plenty. How come you got to decide what I do with my gimmick and I didn’t even get the chance to give my opinion?”
Just then, a voice popped into his head, belonging to his dad. Women don’t like when you lie to them, son.
He didn’t intend to lie. It just happened that way. He kind of assumed you’d catch on with the whole heel turn thing and not ask questions but now that he knows you a little better, he knows better than that.
“Your goody two shoes persona wasn’t working well for you anyway, Y/N. We knew it wouldn’t sell for a storyline like this so we came up with something better. If Tony pitched the idea you wouldn’t be getting all fired up at him”
“It’s not the fact that I’ll be turning heel, it’s the fact that nobody told me. Especially you.” You pointed out. You weren’t even mad about the new plans. You would’ve agreed to it anyway if that was the first idea Tony pitched, but you were walking around with no idea what was coming for you and that alone made you more nervous than you needed to be.
“Maybe you didn’t realize, but this is my very first storyline. The last thing I want to do is blow my chance at another one and I’ve been going around absolutely oblivious to the fact that I’m expected to do a whole heel turn in who knows how soon, and you just let me look stupid when you were the one who unrightfully came up with the idea in the first place!”
You rarely yelled at people and he rarely ever got yelled at. It was heightening the tensions between both of you and he expected as much, but didn’t foresee you chewing him out this bad.
“You’re not going around looking stupid! Tony gives you the rundown every week. You know what’s coming and if you didn’t by now you would’ve figured it out.”
You were somewhat baffled by his defensiveness. There was no true justification to what he omitted and he probably knew that full well and just didn’t want to admit he was wrong.
“Yeah, like last minute!” You shout, not meaning to be as loud as you were but you couldn’t help it. “This means something to me, Tyler!”
The use of his name took him back a little and you didn’t mean for that to slip in the first place but for some reason Hook wasn’t the first name to come out in that moment.
Just then, there was a knock on his door that caught both of your attentions.
“Go away” he shouted, but that’s when his dad’s voice reached both of you.
“Open the door, son.”
He rolled his eyes as he walked over. Opening the door and taking a step back so taz could walk in. It was strange to see him wearing pajamas but you ignored that.
“I can hear you two across the hall. What is going on in here?”
Tyler looked at you for a second before he looked back at his dad. “She’s not happy about the heel run.”
“No-“ you stepped forward, correcting him. “I’m not happy about being lied to.”
Taz gave his son a look. A stern I told you so kind of glance.
“Alright” taz held his hands up, “I get that, Y/N. I told this man that he needed to let you know what was going on and not at the very last minute. He doesn’t listen to nobody but himself and half the time that steers him wrong.”
“Clearly.” You huffed out, crossing your arms.
He turned to Tyler and shrugged. “This one’s on you bud. Make it right but keep it down. We don’t need to draw attention.”
You nodded and taz made his way back out, leaving you and Tyler alone once again. He dropped his head and ran his hands through his hair, thinking.
“I’m not happy about this.” You state.
“Couldn’t tell.” He muttered under his breath. The fact that he had the audacity to be sarcastic was mind blowing to you. It made you actually want to scream at him but the last thing you wanted was Taz to come back and give you both some sort of lecture or something.
Tyler picked his head up, tired eyes landing on you. “I’m sorry for not telling you sooner.” He said, shrugging his shoulders. It was a half ass apology but the only one he’d ever given. He never really cared to give anyone that type of respect, or what he thinks is respect in his mind.
“There was no reason why you kept it from me.” You remind him, watching him nod.
“I know.” He sighed.
“And I have a right to be mad right now because my whole entire image is about to change dramatically and I haven’t even been prepared for it.”
“Yeah, but you’re not doing it all on your own. You’re doing it with me. I’m turning too.”
“Yeah, but you had time to prepare for that.” You pointedly state. “How much time do I have? Literally I’m about to start at the next show and I didn’t even realize it.”
“It’s not something you really have to prepare for, Y/N. You just go out there and put on a show. It’s not much different than what we do right now.” He walked around you and made his way to the bed, sitting down on the edge.
“It’s different for me. I’m not mean in general. I need to practice.”
You watched a weird look cross over his face, bringing his lips up in a faint smirk. “You’re not mean?” He quirked a brow. “Not even a little bit?”
“No?” You shrugged.
You heard a low chuckle before he looked down at his phone in hand. You sighed when you realized that this conversation was probably going nowhere fast and the best thing you could do was accept the reality of the situation and work with what you’re dealing with.
“Since you seem to think it’s easy becoming a whole different person, tell me where to start.” You plopped down on the chair awkwardly positioned halfway across the room. His eyes lifted from his phone before he tossed it to the side.
“It’s just acting, Y/N. It’s not like you’re becoming a different person all together. It’s literally one day out of the week that you put on a tough face and sell a gimmick. There’s nothing complicated about it. You’re complicating it yourself.”
You glared at him and the annoyance that was so evident in his tone. He sighed and leaned back on his hands, his eyes lowering by the second.
“I guess just start acting like you hate the world. Go out there and give everyone the biggest eat shit look. Be a little more aggressive in the ring and more no fucks given outside of it.” He advised, watching you nod before you stood up from the chair.
“So basically, be more like you.” You pointed out. Before he could respond to that, you held up your hand to silence him. “Got it.” You said before you left his room.
———
“Doesn’t make sense why he didn’t tell you.” Skye says as you and her head down the hall towards catering. “It’s literally your gimmick changing.”
“I know.” You roll your eyes. You were sick and tired of thinking on it. At this point you’d decided to stop wishing you would’ve known beforehand, since clearly there was no changing that, and take the bull by the horns.
Even though Tyler told you that nothing really changes, everything was about to. Your persona, your ring gear, especially your attitude. You had a lot of winning over to do and you were determined to use this transformation to the best of your ability. No matter how bitter you might feel about the fact that he kept the whole thing from you for weeks.
“Doesn’t matter. I’m gonna be a good heel. I’ve been thinking about all of it. I have tons of ideas and I’m starting to actually get excited about it.” You told her, rounding the corner.
“Speak of the devil.” Skye muttered. “Want me to wait up for you or are you good?”
“I’m good.” You nod as you watch him slowly approach with a black hoodie on and one draped across his shoulder.
He got a look from Skye as she passed by but he didn’t pay attention. He pulled that hoodie off of his shoulder and handed it to you wordlessly. You eyed him as you took it from his hand and threw it over your own shoulder. You hadn’t spoke since that night in his room and he’d been meaning to ask you if you were still mad but never ended up doing so.
The look you were giving him was telling him the answer is definitely yes, you’re still mad.
“I’m going out tomorrow to get some different clothes for my heel era so Ill give this back to you after we’re done tonight.”
“Alright.” He nodded, watching as you pull the hoodie off and hold it up to see it better. Clearly it was going to swallow you whole.
“This might as well be a baggy dress on me.” You pointed out as you held it against your body, showing that it falls nearly to your knees. He noticed the same thing.
“You can cut it if you need to.” He shrugged. “To make it fit decently.”
Your brows knitted together as you looked back up at him. “If I’m giving it back why would I cut it?”
He shrugged again, looking down at the large hoodie covering you whole.
“You can keep it. I don’t really care. Might need to match again sometime later.”
For some reason he was being nice and it was strange to you. You’d chalked it up to the fact that he feels guilty for lying to you. As he should. You tossed the hoodie back over your shoulder.
“I’ll deal with it. You can have it back later.” You say before you brush past him and head down to catering to meet up with Skye.
“What happened?” She asked when you took a seat. Her eyes adverted to your shoulder. “Is that his hoodie he was just wearing?!” You could see the thoughts rolling around in her mind and quickly shut them down. You slung the hoodie down on the table.
“No, not the one he was just wearing, Skye. Just one of them.”
“You’re wearing his clothes? What did I miss in the last five minutes?”
“Nothing.” You shake your head. “He texted me a few days ago telling me I needed to wear black so we could match and I told him I didn’t have anything. So he brought me his hoodie. I’m giving it back right after our interference and getting some new clothes tomorrow.”
She held a weird grin on her face before she looked down at her phone. “Mmkay.” She chuckled.
“What?” You peered your eyes at her.
“Nothing it’s just- it’s funny.” She shrugged.
“What is?”
“The fact that you pretend to be so annoyed by him but you’re willingly going to wear his hoodie.” She pointed at the clothing on the table. “It’s funny.”
“I don’t pretend to be so annoyed by him. He actually does annoy me. I tried to be his friend but he’s so hot and cold all the time. He will be a decent person one minute and an asshole the next, it’s exhausting.” You rambled, making sure she got the point but judging by the smirk on her face, she didn’t buy it.
“Right.” She nodded. “Well it’s almost nine. You should be meeting up with lover boy for your interference in a few minutes.” She teased, earning another roll of your eyes as you stood up from the table with a huff. “Don’t forget his hoodie.” She said before you snatched it up and headed out of catering.
He wasn’t there when you got to the gorilla but you knew he’d show soon. The directors were standing by, seemingly waiting for Hook so they could send you both out at the right time.
You took that time to toss the hoodie on, and it did nothing at all for your figure. It was far baggier than you expected, so much that the sleeves swallowed your hands.
You heard footsteps behind you tracking fast and turned to face the man in question. He took one look at you and his lips turned up in a smirk he was clearly trying to hide.
“This thing is huge on me.” You deadpan.
“I told you to cut it.” He reminds you. Then he reaches down to the ends of the sleeves and rolls them up so your hands are exposed. “Can’t fight if you don’t have fists.”
You stared at him while he rolled the other sleeve up. When your hands were exposed you pulled your hair out of the hood and did your best to make yourself decent before the music hit. As much as you could given the circumstances, at least.
Tyler held his gaze on you for a moment longer before he tore it away the moment your eyes connected, looking down at the floor and fluffing his hair. For once, you matched. You’d noticed his gold cross pendant he was wearing and remembered the one you had on yourself.
“Funny.” You said dryly. “I have one too.”
You pulled the necklace out from under the hoodie and laid it against your chest. He looked down and nodded. “I noticed.” He said, just as your music hit.
You turned around and got ready for your first appearance leading up to a heel turn. You didn’t want to psych yourself out about it, but you felt a little nervous.
“Never thought I’d be coming out to this type of song.” He commented from behind you.
“It’ll be changing soon, evidently.” You muttered before heading down the tunnel.
Anna was staring at the stage when you and Hook came through the tunnel. He threw on his best scowl and it made it a little easier for you to mimick him. Jack came racing up the ramp, hook moving you to the side before he lunged towards Perry.
He snatched the belt clean from jacks hands and tossed it over to you. The crowd went completely and utterly insane as the boys backed down the ramp, throwing punches everywhere they could visibly see of each other’s bodies.
You raced towards the ring as anna was sliding out of it, calling jacks name over and over in an attempt to get him away from hook, and as soon as she had noticed you getting close, she turned around and you slammed the title into the side of her head like she’d done to you weeks prior.
She fell to the floor and Jack immediately rushed to her aid, screaming and cursing you and Hook as you held up the title and shouted back, “This is gonna be his. You just wait! It was always his!”
A proud smirk from hook was caught on camera but you didn’t get to see it. He knew that there were no lines to this. You just came up with something and the fast thinking was what really got him.
Jack then got up to his feet and raced towards you both, but hook stepped in front of you and held his arm out, blocking Perry from getting any closer.
On commentary, everyone was eating the whole situation up.
“Looks like the coldhearted handsome devil has made quite an impact on Y/N!” Excalibur shouted through his headpiece. “This is wild!”
“That it is my friend. I said it from the start. Those two are an absolute force to be reckoned with. God help jack and Anna. Wouldn’t wanna be those clowns right now.” Taz chuckled.
You and hook walked back up to the stage and just before you were about to head through the face tunnel, he grabbed your wrist and nodded his head to the left.
You looked up at him, realizing it was happening this soon. You heard the commotion from thousands around the second you let him lead you through to the heel side, in your mind, you made it official. You were no longer the babyface you’d been for over a year. The transition was starting faster than you’d expected but, it felt a tad bit easier to have someone doing it with you.
“That’s not a shock to me. I could see that coming with those two. Bonnie and Clyde of AEW.” tony announced from commentary.
“Y/N and Hook have made their impression here tonight, and they’re just getting started boys.”
You couldn’t deny that you had an adrenaline rush running ramped. He turned around to let you catch up to him before you entered the hallway.
“How’d it feel?” He asked.
At that moment you almost felt thankful to him for pitching the heel turn idea to Tony in the first place but then you remembered how he kept it from you for weeks. Either way you were able to not let that bother you for the time being.
“Kind of exhilarating. Did you hear that crowd?” You say as you round the corner. There’s looks being sent your way from multiple talent. In your mind it’s judgement but in all actuality they’re wondering how long you and Hook have been hooking up on the low.
“Yeah, they loved it.” He says. He walked a little slower than usual. Usually he was ready to get to the shower but he didn’t mind talking to you a little before that today. He wouldn’t tell you that though.
“I didn’t expect it.” You say. Just then someone calls your name. You turn around and find that it’s Ricky. He reaches his hand out to dap hook up but his eyes stay on you.
“That was fucking crazy what you did out there.” He tells you, making a grin spread across your lips. “I never expected you to turn heel, especially not with my man Hook.” He throws his arm around hooks shoulders, and he stiffens them immediately.
“Next time you’re on I need a heads up so I can watch in the viewing room. Both of you.” He looks at Hook who suddenly has a stiff jaw. He picked up on a vibe Ricky was emitting and he didn’t like it. He didn’t know why but he wanted to get you away from him.
“Thanks Ricky.” You smiled before he nodded his head and gave Hook a pat on his back. “Good choice man.”
You didn’t miss the way hooks eyes followed him all the way down the hall. He suddenly looked like he reverted right back to the version of him you had an unfortunate encounter with weeks ago.
“You okay?” You asked, but he didn’t look at you until Ricky was out of his sights. Then he turned back started walking. You followed close behind, reaching for his arm when you realize you were being ignored.
“Hey” you stopped him. He turned to face you but kept his head down, staring at the floor. “Why do you suddenly look so mad? What just happened?”
“I’m not.” He picked his head up. You could see it on his face. It was clear as day whether he wanted it to be or not.
“You are though.” You attested. “Did he do something to you? I thought you were friends.”
“Can you drop it?” He quickly cut in with a sharp tone. You took a step back, almost feeling like his words forcefully pushed you away. He noticed the distance you put in and his eyes seemed to have softened, but only for a mere second.
He turned back towards the hall and muttered, “see you next week, Y/N.” Before, once again, he left you there watching him go.
———-
“Clearly jealous.” Willow nods dramatically.
“Obviously.” Skye agrees.
“That’s hard for me to believe.” You tell them as you adjust your ring gear. You had a segment to shoot tonight in the ring. It was going to be the first time you actually talked in front of the crowd and you were beyond anxious about it. Tyler was going to be in the ring with you but he wasn’t going to say anything and the fact that you hadn’t spoken to him since that last conversation made you even more nervous.
“Because he wants you.” Willow smirked. “And if you haven’t already heard, everyone is talking about it.”
“Who’s everyone?” You asked as you strapped the laces on your new shoes. It was going to be a little difficult to break in another pair but you assumed that was the price you pay when you turn heel and can’t wear bright, glorious colors anymore.
That was the whole reason you donned an all black attire tonight. Black nails to match. It was never something you expected to wear but if you were going to be a heel you were going to rock it.
“Everyone as in everyone in this building right now.” Willow says. “People keep wondering how long you’ve been secretly hooking up under everyone’s nose.”
“But we’re not.”
“Not yet.” Skye points. “I give it two more weeks and you’re going to send us a picture from his room.”
“I give it one and a half.”
You rolled your eyes and stood up from the bench. “It’s not gonna happen. It’s nothing like that.”
“Then why did he suddenly get all weird when Ricky came up to you?” Willow raised her brows. “Skye, please tell me, why would a man do that?”
“Because he’s jealous. Because he wants you.” She answered, and you shook your head back.
“Whatever. I have to go. I have a segment in the ring in about ten minutes.”
“Good luck. We’ll be watching from the viewing room.” Willow calls out as you head through the door.
To your surprise, Tyler was already waiting for you when you reached the gorilla. To his surprise, you looked like a certified heel. The new attire and dark makeup, it looked way too natural on you.
He had on that signature black hoodie which reminded you of the one you had laying across your bed that you forgot to give back to him.
“Shit, I forgot I still have your hoodie.” You blurted, watching his dark eyes linger down to your attire before they made their way back to your face.
“Told you to keep it.” He said. It was clear he was in another one of his moods again tonight. It was really starting to bother you how he switches so fast, but right now the last thing you needed was to get in an argument and forget your lines. This time you knew you had them memorized thanks to staying up until three am studying them.
“I’ll give it back next time I see you.” You mumbled before music started playing and a song he recognized, but not as your own reached his ears.
“You changed the music?” He asked as he stepped to the side to let you lead.
“I’m a heel now, remember?”
You slid past him and made your way out. It was strange knowing you could no longer interact with the fans. Usually you’d blow a kiss or tag their hands but now you practically ignored them. At least they were engaged and supportive of this new you, so it seemed. Or maybe they were just going crazy over the two of you. Either way, you weren’t the ones getting boo’d.
You plastered a scowling look on your face and tried to keep it there as you made your way to the ring. Hook followed closely behind you, trying not to bob his head to your music.
You slid under the ropes and he took the steps, but you both met back in the middle. You took a minute to take in the reactions from the crowd. It was something you had to try hard not to smile about. Which was going to take some work.
Tony Schiavone handed you a mic and you snatched it from his hand, all for the dramatics, of course.
“Ladies and gentlemen, if you haven’t already noticed, you’re looking at two of the absolute best AEW has ever had to offer you.” You pointed at Hook who nodded his head, stepping side to side on his feet.
You weren’t being boo’d, which came as a thrill to you. If they were eating it up you just wanted to give them more.
“When Anna Jay and Jack Perry made the unfortunate decision to target us, we made the decision to fight back, and what you saw last week when I knocked that bitch out with Hook’s FTW title-“ you paused to make sure the fans were taking it all in, “It was just the beginning.”
You looked over at Hook who continued to nod, chewing on a piece of gum as his eyes scanned the crowd.
“And when Anna recovers from that blow to the head she took from me, I’ll be waiting. And as for Jack, well” you chuckled darkly as you nodded towards your partner, “Let’s just say Hook was some fun things planned for him.”
He looked over at you, and you could see a faint smile on his face before he ran his hand over his lips.
“You see, I realized something a little while ago. You know, after Anna smashed the FTW title into my head?” You reminded the crowd of weeks ago.
“It’s that being nice gets you used and abused. All the times I’ve let that bitch get away with attacking me, I regret it. I really do, but it’s alright, because it will never happen again.”
The crowd popped when you took a pause, but you had to keep that cold expression on your face.
“So Anna Jay, Jungleboy, if you’re watching from the hospital, I just want to say, get well soon. Please.” The camera panned on you and you shot a mischievous grin before you dropped the mic and heard the crowd scream their lungs out.
Your music hit and Hook walked over to the ropes, holding one up for you to slip through.
You headed towards the stage, trying not to let a smile break out. You felt his arm brush yours as he walked alongside you.
When you disappeared through the tunnel you huffed out a deep breath. “Fuck that was exciting.” You chuckled as you placed your hand over your racing heart.
“Fun isn’t it?” He asked as he squeezed into the space next to you.
“Yeah, really fun.” You said before rounding the corner to find Skye standing there. Her match was next but you’d forgotten that in the mix of everything. Her eyes lingered to the man next to you before they fell to you with a smirk plastering her face.
“That was hot.” She remarked as she walked up to you. Tyler stopped when you did, to your surprise and Skye’s.
“You think it was good?” You asked.
“It was perfect. You are doing the damn thing, isn’t she hook?”
You could see what she was doing and tried to send her a look but her eyes were on him instead.
“Yeah, she did real good.” He nodded. That’s when she looked at you again and caught the look you sent.
“You two are a good duo. Can’t wait to see what comes next.” She ran her hand over your arm before she brushed past you.
Tyler looked back down at you and you hoped he didn’t pick up on Skye’s insinuations. He did, but he didn’t mention it.
He started walking when you did, and again, you saw all the people around with their eyes on the two of you. You wondered if Skye and Willow were right. Did everyone think you and Tyler were hooking up? And if so, why? You didn’t think you gave that impression at all. It was just acting, like Tyler told you.
Truth is that Tyler had been approached quite a few times, being asked about you more often than not. He never gave anyone a straight answer, which obviously left them to make their own assumptions.
“Everyone keeps staring.” You whispered.
“They’ll do that.” He muttered back.
You were heading towards the locker room when Jeff Hardy came around a corner, a smile brought to his and Hook’s face when they saw each other.
“What’s up man.” Jeff greeted, “And ma’am.”
“What’s up” hook nodded.
Jeff’s eyes adverted between the two of you, then landed back on Hook. “When are we gonna see this duo beat some ass?” He asked, “I’m ready for it.”
“Whenever Tony calls the shot.” Hook shrugged. “I’m ready too. I think we both are.” He glanced at you. Jeff brought a full fledged smile to Hook’s face pretty easily. One you hadn’t seen from him in all the weeks you’d been around him.
“It’s highly anticipated. From a lot of people, actually.” Jeff chuckles and hook drops his head, seeming to try to hide that smile that you evidently caught.
“We can tell.” He says.
Jeff’s eyes switch back to you again before he looks back at Hook. Both men were grinning from ear to ear as if they had some sort of secret telepathy going on.
“Alright well I’ll see you around brother, and you maam.” He nodded his head and you nodded back.
“Alright bro.” Hook said before Jeff walked around the two of you.
“Best friend?” You teased, watching as he brought his hand to his mouth, physically wiping away that smile.
“Something like that, yeah.” He said as the two of you made your way towards your respected rooms.
“Kind of cool how everyone likes our heel turn. I thought we’d get hate for it.”
“We still might, but it’ll be alright.” He shrugged. You reached the end of the hall that branches off into two opposing directions and it hit you that this was the first time he hadn’t left you standing in the middle of it.
He stopped and turned to face you, adjusting the collar of his hoodie.
“You did good out there.” He tells you, surprisingly. “You should think so too.”
You were somewhat dumbfounded at the fact that he actually complimented you without underlying sarcasm. You smiled even though you didn’t mean to, assuming your lips had a mind of their own.
“Thanks.” You say as you suddenly feel the air getting thick, but not as suffocating as usual.
Hook nodded before his eyes adverted to the empty hall behind you. He didn’t have anywhere to really be, but he told you he did.
“I’m gonna go shower.” He lied for no reason. You just nodded. You felt your hands clamming up, sweat spreading across your palms and didn’t like it.
“Alright well, see you next week?” You didn’t know why you asked. Of course you’d see him next week. It’s been like that for a while now.
“Yeah.” He nodded before he brushed past you, heading one way while you headed the other.
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A text from Tony at eleven in the morning got your attention that following Saturday.
“This is it. Big match Wednesday.” Was all it said.
It felt like you’d anticipated this whole thing for so long and now that it was coming you weren’t sure how to feel. You stared down at the message until another one came through, but not on the group chat.
“you ready?” He asked, clearly referring to Tony’s previous message.
“No lol” you replied back, but you were being honest.
“you’re ready” he quickly responded, and all you did was stare at those words for a minute to long.
Why it was making you nervous, you weren’t sure. Probably because it was your biggest match to date and held a lot of value to your current heel run but, what happens next? What happens when you and Hook beat Jack and Anna? Is there even going to be a you and Hook anymore?
Lots of questions were left unanswered because you were too hesitant to ask them. You just decided to play it by ear, but the thought of a heel run all on your own wasn’t very appealing to you. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, having Hook alongside you, sort of paving the way for all your antics made things less worrisome and a lot more fun for you.
You truly couldn’t picture doing it without him and that alone was something you never expected.
Another text came through and you were surprised to find that it was Skye. She sent you the picture from AEW’s instagram account when they announced the tagteam match on Wednesday.
“This is your biggest match yet girl. I’m so proud of you. You’re gonna kill it!”
You smiled down at your phone and typed a couple hearts back. The support you had made things a little easier but your nerves were still trying to get the best of you, and you assumed it was going to be that way until the match was over.
————
It was anticipated and highly talked about all over the internet. You were constantly being tagged on twitter, instagram and TikTok. It seemed like the whole world was awaiting this match and the time had finally come.
You were heading towards the gorilla with a racing heart. You kept trying to tell yourself that this was just like any other match, any other opponent but it wasn’t. It was your first match as a heel, first match as a tagteam and longest tv time to date. You had a couple moves you were expected to pull that you never had before and there was very little familiarity around the entire situation.
“Hey” you heard a deep voice from behind you. You turned around to find Ricky standing there.
“Hey” you smiled, adjusting your black wristbands.
“Good luck on your match tonight. Just wanted to say that.” He grinned, and it was then that you picked up on a vibe that you weren’t all that into. You took a small step back but kept your politeness.
“Thanks, I appreciate it.” You say. Before you can turn back, he asks another question. One that catches you off guard.
“Hey, are you and hook like, a thing?”
Your brows knitted together but you wiped that look away quickly. You were about to respond when you felt eyes on you, and just like all the times before, you knew Hook was around.
Ricky’s eyes adverted above your head and that’s when you felt warmth radiating against your back.
“Y/N, you ready?” His deep voice reached you, making your heart flutter for some reason.
He held his eyes on Ricky as you turned around to face him. You could see that familiar expression like before. Jaw set and teeth clenched. It was then that you realized Skye and Willow were right. Hook was jealous. He didn’t get that way at all when Jeff approached the two of you. It was just Ricky.
You spared the man a glance over your shoulder and caught the disappointment on his face, but you couldn’t take enough time to think about it when you had a match in a few minutes.
“What was he talking to you about?” Hook muttered next to you.
You felt a little nervous to say it, but when his eyes landed on you, it urged you to tell him.
“He wished me luck on the match and… he asked if we were a thing.”
His jaw throbbed and you caught it, but by the time that happened you were already reaching the gorilla.
What you didn’t know was that Ricky had been coming up to him asking the same thing, and at one point he expressed that he wanted to ask you to go out with him. He thought he made it clear when he glared the man down but evidently he didn’t make it clear enough. Either that or Ricky just didn’t care, which was what Hook was now figuring on.
He knew he couldn’t get distracted. A lot was riding on this match for you and he didn’t want to ruin that. He pushed the thoughts out of his head and turned to face you instead.
“Ready?” He asked, but he could tell that you were anxious. You still had those wide, round eyes that reminded him of a puppy and as much as you might be good at playing a heel, you just weren’t that person on the inside.
“Ready as I can be.” You nodded, attempting to collect yourself.
Jack’s music was almost finished and you knew that meant it was time for you and Hook to come out. You took in a deep breath and he noticed that it was shaky.
“Something that helps me when I feel under pressure is thinking about the look on the faces of all the people who ever doubted me when they have to watch me prove them wrong.” He blurted, shrugging a shoulder.
You thought on that. Remembering back when you first came to AEW and had no foothold in the industry. All the mean, offensive things you’d heard about yourself start replaying over and over again in your mind and to your surprise, you felt a little bit of adrenaline surge.
“That’s helpful, actually” you tell him, noticing the right side of his mouth tipping upwards.
Just then, the intro of Chairman’s Intent boomed through the speakers and Hook nodded. “Remember that if you get nervous.”
You nodded back before he stepped to the side, as he usually did, to let you lead the way.
You headed out with him trailing right behind you and held your eyes on both Anna and Jack standing in the ring, amping each other up.
The glares being shared between the four of you was making for great tensions arising in the arena and the crowd was intensely engaged in all of it, which made you happy, of course, but you couldn’t show that.
You headed in one direction and he headed in the other, you both circling the ring with eyes on your opponents.
When you passed each other, he held his hand out. You tagged it as you walked past and that simple interaction had the crowd bursting with cheers.
You met up at the steel steps and he stepped back, waving you to go first. You stepped up onto the canvas and slipped between the ropes, Hook following. He didn’t lean against the turnbuckles like he usually did but you assumed that was because this wasn’t one of his typical matches. He stayed at your side and shot daggers to jack and Anna.
You and Anna were going first. You walked up to her, showing no signs of intimidation as you stood toe to toe. She smirked down at you before forcefully pushing you a foot back, making you stumble before you caught your footing.
You wiped that grin off of her face when you delivered a harsh slap to her cheek and from that point on, the two of you were rolling around the ring, throwing fists and kneeing ribs until Paul said it was enough.
You put some separation between you two and that’s when she tagged Jack, so you went to your corner where hook was waiting with an extended hand, eyeing you as you approached.
“You good?”
“I’m good” you slapped his hand and he hopped over the top rope, lunging towards back with a force that knocked him off his feet.
The crowd went wild at his explosiveness and the energy in the arena was absolutely riveting. It could’ve given you a high at that point.
You watched as Hook clotheslined jack right over the ropes, and when he hit the floor, Anna hopped off of the canvas. Hook jumped down and grabbed jack by his hair, but that’s when Anna came behind him and jabbed her elbow into the side of his neck, bringing him down to his knees.
You hopped down and raced over, grabbing her from behind and spinning her until she slammed into the barricades. Hook watched for a moment before he returned his attention to jack.
The two of them were back in the ring while you and Anna threw punches on the outside.
She was way more aggressive than you were, making you feel the urge to hit a little harder. You heard Hook shouting and you both looked up, finding that Jack had used Hook’s redrum against him, but Hook was trying to fight it, and failing.
You kicked Anna back and created enough space to slide under the ropes and break the hold. Hook fell to his knees and jack rose to his feet, walking you back towards the turnbuckles before you felt annas hands around your ankles and your face crashed into the canvas.
You lifted your head to see blood stains dripping from your mouth. Your tongue slid over your teeth to see if one was broken but all you tasted was metallic.
You glanced up to see Hook’s eyes on you. He was in the middle of getting jack ready for a German Suplex when he got distracted by the blood pouring from your busted lip.
He snapped back into it and slung jack over, then got back to his feet like he didn’t take a harsh landing himself and walked over to you.
Kneeling down, he scanned every inch of your face. This wasn’t planned and you both knew that. There was concern in his eyes that quickly turned into undoubted rage when jack grabbed Hook’s shoulders from behind and slammed him down to the canvas.
It was only then that he realized you were bleeding but by that time, it was too late for him.
Hook rose up quickly and threw his fists into jacks jaw. He stumbled back, falling against the turnbuckles and hook just didn’t stop.
Paul had to separate the two, and you when he did, Jack shouted out, “I didn’t know she was bleeding man!”
You got back up and saw the look on Anna’s face when she noticed all the blood leaving a trail from your lip to your chin. She didn’t mean it, and you weren’t mad. Accidents happened all the time, it’s a part of the business.
Hook’s eyes followed you as you walked around the ring back over to your corner, and tensions seemed to have died down when he saw that you were okay.
You held your hand out for him, knowing you and Anna were the ones finishing the match and he hesitated a little bit before he tagged you in.
“You alright?” He asked, and you nodded before you hopped over the top rope.
Anna lunged foward and you stepped to the side, letting her slam into the turnbuckle. Hook smirked at this, it was a classic move.
You grabbed her by the back of her head and slammed her down on her back, watching as she clutched her neck and rolled around, before you pulled her back up.
You knew what was next and had to remember what Hook said that night that you learned you’d be using his finisher to end this match.
Anna was a good bit taller but since you brought a six foot man to his knees, you knew size wasn’t an obstacle.
She turned her back in an attempt to create some distance and you quickly sprung forward and hopped on her. Jack immediately slid under the ropes but that’s when hook raced in and wrapped his arm under his jaw, immediately making him wobbly at the knees.
“Lock it in!” Hook shouted at you as he hopped up and wrapped his legs around jacks waist, effectively bringing him down to the canvas.
You dug your knees into Anna’s sides and reared back, holding on tight when your back hit the canvas and within only seconds, they both tapped out and Hook’s music bursted through the arena, though it wasn’t too easy to hear over the eruption of the crowd.
You kicked Anna’s limp body off of you and looked up to see Hook’s extended hand. You took it, helping you to your feet before he held both your hands in the air.
His eyes would’ve been scanning the arena but they were focused on the blood smearing your skin instead. He nodded towards the tunnels and you lead the way, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, and feeling the sting of an open wound.
“That was a hell of a match right there boys” taz exclaimed from commentary.
“That it was, taz, those two know how to bring the energy to an arena” tony chipped in.
“I’ll tell you what, I wasn’t too thrilled about the new attitude from Y/N at first, but she’s toughened up a lot since her and Hook teamed up.” Excalibur adds.
“He’s coldhearted and she’s following in his footsteps I guess” tony chuckled
“No, I’ll tell you this much. I’ve had many, many conversations with the coldhearted handsome devil and with Y/N myself and those two simply have like minds, like-personalities and like-spirits. We should’ve seen this one coming boys, it was bound to happen.”
As soon as the arena was behind you, you felt his hand on your shoulder, turning you to face him. His eyes were trained on the laceration but you quickly covered it with your hand.
“It’s fine” you tell him. You wanted to continue feeling the rush that the big win gave you, wondering why he didn’t seem excited at all.
“I don’t care about the cut, I’m too pumped up right now” you tell him as you head through the tunnel with a little pep in your step.
“It’s deep.” He says as he catches up. “I think you should go make sure you don’t need stitches”
“It’s just a cut, it’s fine Tyler.”
Accidentally once again, you said his real name. Once again, he felt a little taken back by it, but tried not to show it.
“It’s bleeding a lot.” He keeps on, like it hasn’t stopped at all.
You wiped the blood with the back of your hand and he grabbed your wrist to show you the crimson covering your skin. “That is a lot.”
“I’ve had worse, seriously. I’ll just go wash my face and hold a gauze to it for a couple minutes and it’ll stop.”
Before he could object again, Skye and Willow were both racing up to you. Their arms engulfed you and you felt the giddiness arising within you again. You glanced over at Tyler who was watching the whole group hug with an evident, proud looking smile.
“You are the baddest fucking bitch” Skye says when they unwrap their arms. “That shit was so good I would watch it a hundred times!”
You couldn’t contain the smile breaking out, and that’s when Willow asks, “Does your mouth hurt? That was a nasty fall.”
“Yeah but she got up and kept fighting cause she’s a bad fucking bitch” Skye grins.
“It’s fine, I don’t even feel it I’m too happy right now” you say as you glance back over to see that Tyler was no longer there. Your eyes adverted all around but he had disappeared elsewhere.
“C’mon, we’re gonna get you cleaned up.” Willow grabs your hand and pulls you along. “Oh, and we’re going out tonight to celebrate you.”
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You stumbled through the hotel doors at one in the morning, wobbly on your feet with willow and Skye by your side. You’d went out to a bar on the north side of town and downed way too many drinks that you could actually remember but you were still on a high from your match that you didn’t even realize how drunk you actually were.
You were all three laughing amongst yourselves about nothing in particular when you caught sight of Taz coming out of the hotel gym.
He had an amused smirk on his face when he approached the three of you.
“Ladies, looks like you had a good time tonight.” He said as he eyed all three of you before focusing on you specifically.
“You took a nasty fall, Y/N, my son was just telling me about how you were too stubborn to get it checked out.” He chucked. That’s when your eyes lingered over to the gym doors.
“Yeah but it’s fine” you slurred. “I was so pumped I didn’t even feel a thing.”
“Be careful about that adrenaline rush, it can sneak up on you sometimes” he said.
“Okay. Is he in there?” You pointed to the gym, stumbling a little bit.
“Tyler? Yeah, he always does his workouts at this ungodly hour.”
When you heard that, that’s all your attention was focused on. You looked over and Skye and Willow who already knew what you were thinking, but they didn’t say anything except, “Well see you tomorrow girl”
Taz eyed you before a smirk came to his face and he shook his head with a low laugh. “Alright, I’m off to my room. Tell my son he needs to stop calling me down to the gym at anytime past midnight and call his tagteam partner from now on instead.”
You nodded, a smile willingly spreading across your lips before you headed towards the gym. You opened the door to find him sitting on the weight bench staring down at his phone, and right as you saw that, your phone buzzed in your pocket.
He looked up at you, brows knitted but with amusement in his eyes.
“That’s weird, I just texted you. Do you teleport now?” He asked, then cringed to himself. That was stupid, why did he say that?
You chuckle nonetheless as you stumbled in, thinking you weren’t noticeably drunk but it was way more obvious than you thought.
“Have fun?” He asked as he watched you head over to the bench across from his and sit down.
“I did” you grinned sheepishly. “It’s been such a good day, actually.”
He nodded back, eyes lingering to the laceration on your bottom lip that was already healing.
“I just ran into your dad” you tell him, swaying side to side.
“Did you?” He smirks, and you wished your vision wasn’t so blurry.
“Yeah, said to tell you stop calling him down here so late and call your tag team partner instead” you hiccuped.
He dropped his head. “Of course he did” he said as he shook it. You watched as he ran his hand through his hair and fluffed it out.
“Hey” you catch his attention.
“Hey” he says back.
“What’s coming next?” You asked the question that’s been running through your mind for a couple of days leading up to the match. “You know, we won tonight. The rivalry doesn’t really have anywhere else to go. So what does that mean for us? Are we done being partners now that we’ve beat them? I mean I know you still have the FTW title to win back, and I can be there ringside for it… if you wanted”
His eyes dropped to your fingers fidgeting over your lap.
“I don’t really know. What do you want to happen?” He asked, knowing already that he has thought about this same exact thing and the idea of the two of you no longer being a duo didn’t sit right with him, but he hadn’t mentioned anything to Tony and Tony hasn’t said anything else either.
“I want things to stay like they are” you admitted with another hiccup. “We have fun, don’t we?”
He had to keep in mind that you were drunk and now probably wasn’t the best time to take anything you said to heart, but it was hard for him not to.
“Yeah, we do.” He nods.
“So let’s call Tony and tell him we’re going to keep doing this heel run together” you pulled out your phone and read the text that was floating on your screen from Tyler earlier.
“can you come to the gym, i want to talk to you about something”
“Wait, what did want to talk about?” You asked. He shifted around and straightened his posture as he rubbed his palms over his sweats.
Before he texted you that, he was having a talk with his dad about you. It wasn’t often that Tyler came to him for advice on women but he didn’t really know who else he could trust.
He admitted that even though he tried to fight against it, he’d fallen pretty hard for you and it was starting to eat away at him. He didn’t have the impression that you would feel the same way, even though Taz completely disagreed with him on that.
He told his son that he would bet a million bucks that the feeling was mutual, claiming that a connection like the two of you have is undeniable and if he’s ever listened to anything taz told him, it needed to be that.
“You two remind me of myself and your mother when we were young” he recalls his dad saying. “We were too stubborn to admit we had feelings until we got drunk one night and it all spilled out”
“Tyler?” Your voice broke him out of his own thoughts. “What did you want to talk to me about?”
He never had to have a conversation like this before. He never really wanted anyone for more than just a fun night before. His adams apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly and tried to keep his nerves under control.
“I- uh-“ he rubbed the back of his neck as he inhaled deeply. Letting it all out in a quick huff.
“I been thinking a lot about me and you, and I don’t want to stop what we’ve been doing, but I do want to start doing more” he danced around the confession and you couldn’t quite piece it together.
“Like… how?” You asked, a little lost.
“I want to be with you.” He blurted, feeling his cheeks burn the minute the words flew from his mouth. His eyes scanned your face, studying it, searching for a reaction but you were blank faced and for once he couldn’t read you.
“You want to be with me? Like, be with me?” You were sure you weren’t hearing him right. Maybe everyone else thought you and Tyler were a thing but you never thought it was actually going to be an option.
“Yes, I do” he boldly stated, holding his eyes on you, watching as all the conversations you, Willow and Skye had over the last couple of weeks flashed through your mind and you couldn’t believe they were right the entire time.
“But if you don’t feel the same way, it’s okay, I’ll still do the heel run with you and we can forget I ever said anything.” He lowly muttered, waiting for what felt like an eternity for you to say anything back.
“Or if you’re already into someone else, like Ricky or something-“
“I’m not” you blurted out. “I’m not into anyone else.”
You couldn’t ignore the way your heart was beginning to race and your skin felt like it was engulfed in a million small fires. You stared back at him, your eyes lingering to his lips when his tongue slid over them.
A bunch of feelings you’d suppressed out of sheer denial suddenly came rushing in and it was now impossible to force them back again. All the tensions between the two of you, the anger and the confusion over the last few weeks was quickly diminished by an even stronger feeling of pure anticipation and desire.
The space between the two of you was too much and it was if Tyler had that same thought when he stood up from the weight bench and extended his hand. You took it, and he helped you to your feet.
You were unsure what to do with your hands when he let go but it became easy to find a place for them to rest on his waist when his finger curled beneath your chin, angling your head up, lips would’ve been brushing against each other if you were just a little taller.
His eyes were soft and a sprinkle of hazel appeared against the dark brown, and you realized you never noticed that before now.
He took in every inch of your face with a slow and meaningful gaze before an easy smile spread across his lips and a dimple soon followed.
You felt butterflies erupt in your stomach and spread through your whole body when he leaned in. You rose to you tip toes and your lips met gently, slowly, and tenderly. The way they fit like two pieces of a puzzle, moving in sync and pure harmony had your head spinning.
The taste of mint lingered on your tongue long after his lips were no longer on yours and you didn’t want it to vanish anytime soon.
He looked at you with eyes of adoration, his fingers slipping from your chin and pulling you into his chest. You buried your face into the fabric of his t-shirt, taking in the scent of cologne that you recognized from his hoodie you never gave back to him, and that’s when you remembered it.
“I still have your hoodie.” You chuckled, feeling his chest rise and fall with a low chuckle of his own.
“Keep it. It’s yours. It’s been yours since I gave it to you.”
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From that night in the hotel room gym on, you and Tyler were always together at the arena and outside of it. Your heel run was going strong. You were an undefeated tagteam that nobody wanted to step in the ring with.
After two weeks of keeping your love life on the low, he decided he wanted everyone to know. You were walking back from another successful match, standing on the stage when he grabbed your hand and spun you to him, placing a kiss to your lips that made the whole arena erupt in screams and chants of your conjoined names the fans came up with.
“Bet nobody saw that coming” Tony sarcastically remarked from commentary. “AEW’s modern day Bonnie and Clyde”
“Looks like you need to set an extra plate at the table when the holidays roll around, Taz.”
“I’ll gladly do that my friend.” Taz grinned as he watched you and hook exit through the tunnel.
“We’ve never seen the coldhearted handsome devil show any sort of emotion whatsoever… except with her!” Excalibur exclaims.
“Guess he’s not so coldhearted after all” Tony chips in.
“Oh no, he’s coldhearted son, but not towards her. Everyone else including myself gets the cold shoulder from my man, but she’s something special to him.”
Tyler walked you to the locker room and leaned against the wall. A soft smile stays on his face whenever the cameras aren’t around now.
“You looked gorgeous slamming Britt’s head into the canvas.” He taunts, earning a laugh from you.
“Thanks, I didn’t really try” you bantered back.
“Never have to.” He grins as he leans in and brushes his lips against yours before they fully connect.
“Everyone knows now” he says when you pull apart.
“They probably already did. We’ve been caught making out a lot” you remind him, earning that dimple you love so much to appear.
“True. I’m glad we don’t have to hide it anymore. I can officially call you mine.” He grins.
You place another gentle kiss to his lips before you whisper against them, “I’ve been yours this whole time”
#hook aew#aew hook#hook imagine#tyler senerchia#hook nation rise#hook x reader#hook#send hook#aew hook angst#aew hook fluff#aew hook fanfic#aew hook imagine
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♡Weekly Chronicles♡
Hey babes! I've missed you guysss I am so happy I had an amazing trip it was so nice. I went to a convention in Maryland for 5 days it was so nice. I definitely left with a lot of knowledge so many amazing people spoke at the lectures<3 and I'm sorry I missed the weekly affirmations for this week.
♡Education♡
I applied for all my classes for next semester before my trip. I’m low-key excited about the classes I have coming up. Lot of different courses since I'm almost done with my major required classes now I need to fill the rest of my credits with electives. I have an art class next semester just for fun. I can't wait to meet the people in my classes. I have to take this math class I am not excited for at all I hate math lol so every time I update you girliesss on this class I'll probably be complaining lol.
♡Mental♡
Interacting with different people this past week has been very good for me mentally. It brought me back to pre-quarantine Khadija who was such a big extrovert. After covid, I started to have mild social anxiety so this was needed. I dealt with a little insecurities while on my trip interacting with so many beautiful women I started to doubt my looks comparison is the thief of joy, I practiced a lot of the methods my therapist recommended like canceling one negative thought with two positive thoughts. I realized I was all in my head for no reason. I love watching Leo Skepi when I am feeling this way he always gets me together. I highly recommend him if you are dealing with a lack of discipline, self-confidence, or just need someone to get you together with tough love he is that guyyy. Side noteee I missed my antidepressant dose twice in a row because of traveling back to New York and it low-key made me hazy like it was super weird but I took it today.
♡Physical♡
While I was away I ate super bad! The event was an African-focused event so the food there wasn’t healthy at all. I was going to stick to my diet while on my trip but I decided I'm on a trip let me relax and I don't regret it at all. But I am seeing the consequences of my food choices now I am soooo bloated lol. So I am starting a cleanse tomorrow for the next 14 days I already prepped my ginger shot for the morning I want to flush my system out completely going into the new year. I don't recommend cleanses especially to my babes that have dealt with ED’s always consult your doctors before starting anything. I just do what works for me.
♡Hobbies♡
Now that I am back I can get back to being consistent with my Italian, pilates, and weight lifting. I was so sad I could not lift I feel like I'm low-key obsessed with lifting lol it feels so good and I've been seeing results, especially in my lower body. While I was gone I didn't have any time to do my hobbies they had us in lectures and events constantly. I practiced my Italian once which I'm happy about. I plan on starting jewelry making next week I'm super excited it was one of my favorite hobbies when I was in middle school. I used to make earrings and bracelets.
♡Plans For The Weekend♡
My birthday is Sunday, December 31st! I am turning 21 yay! I am super excited I don't have anything planned for my birthday. I am going to have a mini celebration with my family and watch the ball drop my siblings bought me presents so I'm excited to open everything. I'm starting my cleanse so I'll be working out and taking good care of my body internally and externally so I'll be off social media this weekend and focused on my mental and physical health. I plan on creating my vision board and listing my goals this year. My dad is ordering my camera I used to have a YouTube channel but I took a break to work on my self-improvement journey I do plan on getting back on my YouTube grind soon lol so look out for that coming out in 2024!
This week's little journal entrieee a lot happened this week and I'm excited to see what this new year brings babesss. Comment your plans this weekend and how did your week go?
#becoming that girl#dream girl#girlblogging#dream life#it girl#glow up#productivity#that girl#clean girl#pink pilates girl#self improvement#self care#green juice girl#it girl energy#becoming her#self love#soft productivity#productivitytips#consistency#self growth#routines#healthyhabits#wellness#positivity#girljournal#hyper feminine#motivation#my diary#pink blog#masterlist
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠…
𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗦𝗶𝗰𝗸!𝗙𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝘅 𝗮𝗳𝗮𝗯!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗦𝗶𝗰𝗸!𝗕𝗶𝗺𝗯𝗼
"Sorry, I texted you when I was drunk...I just think about you all the time :(("
"She's my best friend, and, yeah, I might be in love with her, what about it?"
Trigger Warnings; talking about breaking into your house (it'll make sense later lol), hinting at yandere behaviors, fluff, somewhat gaslighting, reader is referred to as a girl, lesbians ig idk (is that a warning??)
If I missed anything, then please let me know ♡
Just a small scenario about some new ocs! And they come as a pair btw! If you have any other ideas abt them, then request something! Or anything, I'm running out of ideas LOL-! Hope you have a good day/night <333
God, this is horrible...
It's always like this when it comes to them, it's like their water and oil, fire and ice, the moon and sun. They're constantly bickering and fighting, always pulling each others' hair, and there's never a moment where they're not insulting the other. For some odd, reason, which you don't know, they just hate each other.
No matter how many times you've tried getting them to settle this drawn-out dispute, they never solve it. If anything, it makes it worse. It causes them to just argue more and turn to you as the judge, making you choose between the two.
Now, you're stuck in this shitty situation, having to choose between two of your friends. Lovesick!Friend has always been there for you, sticking by your sick through thick and thin, comforting you when you got dumped, and helping you study when you were struggling in math. Lovesick!Friend is a little awkward, but she means well. She can't help if she's a little anti-social, if anything, it's endearing to you.
While, on the other hand, Lovesick!Bimbo has been nothing but a sweetheart, always introducing you to new people, though you suspect they're her ex-hookups. She's always helping you with your make-up, picking outfits, and being a funny companion. Lovesick!Bimbo, though she's an airhead, has a heart of gold and she'll never pass an opportunity to comfort you. She's always hugging your arm, kissing you on the cheek, and providing that feminine comfort.
But now they're putting you in this situation, having to choose between the two. That's the hard thing, you can't. You really can't imagine your life without either one of them. They're both great friends to you and it'd be pretty depressing if you had a fallout with one of them. And the situation hasn't lightened up; it's gotten worse. It's starting to become too big of a problem, one that you can't brush under the rug.
It's escalated to where they're "breaking" into your apartment, and you use that term loosely. As the two aren't even sneaky about it! They both just waltz into your home like they own the place! And all you get in return is a, calm down, I just want to spend more time with you, y'know? I mean, with finals week and all... or a, Come on, babesss!! We're, like, so close! There's no point in trying to get away from me!!
Both trying to spend more time with you. Though, when you think about it, you're not too sure how they got your keys 'cause you sure as hell didn't give it to them...
But that's beside the point, it's getting really irritating for you. You'll be coming home from a tiring day of work, only for you to find LoveSick!Bimbo asleep on your bed or rummaging through your clothes, which you're not too sure on what she's looking for. Or you'll find LoveSick!Friend cooking dinner in your kitchen. Once you even walked into the two having a full-on fistfight in your living room!!
And these little incidents lead to moments like this: where you're pressed between the two, stuck in a drawn-out cuddle session.
...
LoveSick!Bimbo had just stopped by, wanting to drop off some cupcakes for your mama, who was stuck in the hospital after surgery. Such a sweet girl she is, doing such a kind thing for you, though her excitement was cut short after seeing you and LoveSick!Friend lying on the couch. The two of you were far too close for her liking. Baby!!! What are you doing, cuddling without meee! Why are you abandoning me like thiss-!
LoveSick!Bimbo then threw a hissy fit. She stomped her sparkly heels and pursed her pretty lips, you could even see tears swell in her eyes. She set the cupcakes on the counter and ran over to the two of you. She pushed past LoveSick!Friend and squeezed herself between the two of you. She wrapped her arms around your waist, tucking her face into your neck, and holding you against her chest like her life depended on it. Of course, LoveSick!Friend wasn't having it. She tried pulling the girl off of you but to no avail. God dammit, you prick, get off of her!! You're gonna kill her!
LoveSick!Bimbo just held on tighter. She pressed herself against you, not wanting to let go. Not even noticing how her tits were right in your face, causing your mind to go fuzzy and face to flush. She even made a smug comment about how you shouldn't be afraid, babes, you can touch 'em if ya' want ;)
LoveSick!Friend scoffed, pushing against LoveSick!Bimbo's face, trying to push her off the two of you. She tried situating herself so that she was closer to you than LoveSick!Bimbo, but the other was stubborn, not wanting to let you up. The two proceeded to have a mini tug-of-war, with you being the prize. The girls shifted positions and moved you around, not seeming to care if they were groping you too much, until they came to an agreed position.
You were stuck between the two girls, lying on LoveSick!Friend, with LoveSick!Bimo pressed against your chest. LoveSick!Friend had her hands playing with your hair, giving you a free massage, while LoveSick!Bimbo was practically groping your boobs. Her face snug in your cleavage, your arms wrapped around your hips, foundling with your love handles. All the while, LoveSick!Friend pressed her face in the crook of your neck, pressing kisses on the junction of your neck and shoulder. You could feel her bouncy curls tickle your skin, causing you to squirm.
All this was too much, you were feeling too much in too little time. It was all overwhelming, having two, very attractive, girls cuddle up to you. And it feels wrong, feeling this way, seeing as they're your friends. But one can't control their heart...right?
It felt awkward; you really didn't know what to do, so you just wrapped your arms around LoveSick!Bimbo's shoulders, bringing her body closer to yours. This only caused LoveSick!Bimbo to squeal, tightening her grip on you and whispering small praises about how you're so frickin' cute! I could just eat ya' up! Love ya' and 'ur sweet curves! EEK-!
Only for LoveSick!Friend to grumble and tell LoveSick!Bimbo to shut it with the squealing, you're hurting her ears, you dimwit.
You could only chuckle at the scene. The constant bickering was growing on you, maybe this isn't too bad...
#sapphic love#yandere oc#yandere oc x reader#obsessive love#lovesick#bad writing#yandere oc x you#yandere imagines#yandere x you#female yanderes x you#wlw#girls who like girls#𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙠!𝙗𝙞𝙢𝙗𝙤#𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙠!𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙#𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡'𝙨 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨
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Bad decisions HQ
Tank:hj
SH: ?
Angel: hey babesss
Tank: I luv u gys so muvh
SH: oh shit
Babe: tank are you ok?
Angel: guys I think theyre dying
Tank: that so meab how coul yoi
Tank: I say I lub you ans yoy panik?
SH: hey tanker where are you?
Tank: arounds
Angel: well that doesn’t help
SH: where’s Sam?
Tank: omg I love hum
Tank: mu mate
Tank: I miss him
Tank: were is hw
Babe: I’ll text him one sec
✨the Wild West🤠✨
Brokeback Mountain: hey have you guys heard from darlin?
Trainer: omg we were just abt to text you
Invisa-bitch: they’re in our gc typing very slurred and going on abt how much they miss their mate
(In BDHQ: tank: where my mwn I misz hom)
Mini alpha👑: I think I heard David talk abt how them and ash were gonna chill for a bit but idk where
Brokeback Mountain: yep. They decided to go to a bar and according to ash they got drunk and ran off in wolf form
Invisa-bitch: well shit
Brokeback mountain: shit indeed
(BDHQ: tank: this birch I truna grab mowhycuiwh
Trainer: omg they just got snatched
Invisa-bitch: omfg some dude grabbed them
Brokeback Mountain: they what?!?! Who? What did they say?
Mini alpha👑: David walked out w Milo I think theyre looking
Trainer: OMFG
Invi-bitch: what?!
Brokeback Mountain: are you ok?
Trainer: Asher just walked in the door w a very drunk and giggly tank over his shoulder
Brokeback Mountain: oh my lord…
Brokeback Mountain: I’ll be over in a second make sure they stay put
Trainer: on it
Mini alpha👑: I texted David so theyre coming back lol
Trainer: Jesus I didn’t know tank could be so sappy
Trainer: they just keep going on and on abt Sam💀
(BDHQ: tank: IMG MU MANNBNBMNNNMNB)
Invisa-bitch: I take it sams there?
Trainer: yup
Invisi-bitch: well I gotta call off a squad search y’all stay safe tho😗✌️
#this is rlly long#idk if this is good#I was bored#and this is the result#redacted asmr#redacted audio#redactedverse#redacted#redactedasmr#redacted headcanons#redacted darlin#redacted sam#redacted tank#redacted tanker#darlin redacted#tank redacted#tanker redacted#sam redacted#redacted sam collins#sam collins#✨the wild west🤠✨#frogs group chats#redacted texts#redacted incorrect quotes#redacted mates#redacted babe#redacted angel#redacted sweetheart#redacted group chat#bad decisions HQ
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His Little Girl | Bradley Bradshaw x reader P. 10
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Babesss! I am so happy you all enjoyed that last part. I really had to channel my inner sad girl to write this part 😫. Thank you so much for continuing to read my story and share it ❤️ I love you all 💕 Happy reading and enjoy! 🥹
A/n: It's finally here, grab your stress balls and tissues... this one is bumpy... You and Bradley are finally going to have your well over due talk. Good luck, babe. 🫣
Word Count: 3.1k
Warnings: Cursing, Crying, Angst, ANGER, drinking, hints of depression, mentions death, one physical encounter (if I missed any please let me know!)
y/n/n: your nick name
Please don't take my work, I will find you.
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Bradley took your hand and led you two to some lounging chairs that were away from the Hard Deck. He wanted to make sure you two were alone and that it was quiet enough for you two to be able to hear one another. He held your hand and kissed it while you sat down. You smiled weakly and watched him get comfortable in the chair next to you.
He turned to face you. “What’s up y/n/n?” He was smiling.
“I think it's time to clear the air, Brad.” You put your beer on the table in between you two. You looked down at your hands and started fiddling with your rings. You were really nervous and were also trying to maintain your emotions.
“Okay.” He sat up and took a sip of his beer then placed it in the sand. He adjusted himself. His elbows resting on his knees as he leaned closer to you. He took a deep breath and looked you in the eyes.
“Y/n/n, I’m sorry I was late tonight. There was an accident at work today involving Bob and Phoenix. I thought I was going to lose them. I sat at work in the training room waiting for something, anything.” He ducked his head down. “I was so scared. I had to wait for answers. I couldn’t lose a wingman. Nonetheless, two. I couldn’t lose my friends… no my family. They’re all I really have. All of them. Even Hangman, he’s just as important to me as any of them.” He looked back up at you.
“Brad-” he cut you off.
“No, y/n. Please, I need you to hear me out fully.” He took a deep breath. “I didn’t have anyone when I went into the Navy. I was so alone. Not even Mav. He did something in the beginning of my career that hurt me and I don’t know if I can ever forgive him for that. He set back my goals, my aspirations. For what? God, I wish I knew.” He picked up his beer and took another sip. Now he was fiddling with the bottle. “And you… I didn’t have you.” He paused.
You were sad and furious. How could he say that? You could feel your blood boiling, but you let him speak and finish. You needed to hear what he had to say. You still cared for him and wanted to hear his side, but you were beyond upset.
“I know you called and texted me everyday while I was away for the first 2 months. In that time I was just trying to get used to everything. I was really stressed out. I didn’t enjoy my job during that time. I actually kind of hated it. I was out there alone. I didn’t know anyone. I was the new guy that was excluded. It was so hard to adjust. I didn’t want you to worry about how I was feeling.” He sipped his beer and cleared his throat.
“But then more time started to pass. I couldn’t find myself to reply back because I felt if I just finished it before it started, I wouldn’t drag you along. Y/n, I couldn’t bare to drag you along because if something were to have happen to me and you fell apart because of it… I could never forgive myself. I couldn’t put you through what my mom went through when my dad died. I saw what happened to her and I couldn’t fix it. No matter what I did, I couldn’t help. I remember the hurt I felt. I was so young, I didn’t understand. I always would ask when my dad would come home. I barely even knew him. I couldn’t do that kind of hurt to you. I thought that by doing what I did you would just forget about me. Stop caring. I really need you to see where I am coming from. What would you have done if you were me?” He took another sip and set down his drink.
“I would have rather ripped the bandaid and you just forget about me. I can’t imagine what you went through when I did that. What I put you through, but I truly am sorry. I know there is nothing I can do to make any of it up to you. I can’t even promise you now that I can make it up to you. I’m sure that Maverick told you about this special mission we have to go on in a couple of days. You probably know, y/n…I could possibly never come back.” He leaned forward and placed his hand on your hands.
“If I don’t come back, I need you to know that I’m sorry and I care for you so much. You’re the coolest girl I’ve ever met. You are literally the girl version of me. You know me in and out, even right now I know you still know me like the back of your hand. You’re the first person I gave everything to. All of me, the authentic me. The raw me. You know a lot more than Mav knows about me.” He took a deep breath, he was shaking.
“There wasn’t a day that went by that I didn’t think about you. I missed you so damn much. But I ended up hurting you in the worse way possible because I acted like you didn’t exist. All you probably wanted to know was that I was okay. I struggled. There were so many times I just wanted to give in and text you, call you. Anything. Even Phoenix pushed me to, but I told myself I couldn’t because you were probably fine without me.” He rubbed his thumb over the back of your hand.
“But then now here we are, as if fate just magically brought us to randomly see each other. I feel it’s for this specific reason, because of this mission. I feel like maybe I might not come back. This is my first life or death mission, y/n/n. It's been eating me alive. I’m so grateful to be here, top of my class, and given opportunities not very many get to be given. But god, I am so scared. I felt we were put here these past few days so we can have the chance to reconcile one last time.” He paused and you looked at him, you were holding back your emotions. Your heart felt heavy, you were mad, sad, upset, furious, hurting but you held your tongue.
“I don’t have any doubt about mine and my partners skills to bring us back home…but there is just that lingering ‘if’. I don’t want to be gone and you resent me forever. I want you to remember the good we had. The fun we had. Everything we have. I just wanted you to know my reasoning for it all and that I know I messed up. I want you to know how sorry I am for hurting you.” He was now silent, sniffling here and there. He looked down at your hands. “Please say anything. Even if it's a ‘fuck you Bradshaw’.”
You sat there trying to take in everything. You felt for Bradley. You understood where he was coming from. You were still upset and you didn’t know how start. Your throat felt dry. And you gulped.
He noticed you lost for words and he handed you his beer. “Have some of the truth bottle to help take off some edge, y/n/n. I don't think the shots were enough.”
You took the bottle and let out a little chuckle. You took a mouthful of his beer. “Bradley. I just want to start off by saying I’m sorry that this is what you’re going through and what you went through when you left for your deployment. In regard to the mission. I can’t imagine the pressure you’re feeling, but I know you. You’re strong, so skilled and smart. I know you have what it takes to bring yourself and your partners home. You’re all not just that 1% for nothing. I know you’ll do great. You got this.” You grabbed his hands and gave them a squeeze.
He looked up at you and you cupped his face in your hands. “The Bradley Bradshaw I know, doesn’t think, just do’s.” You brushed his curly hair back and just looked at him. The hurt in his eyes, you couldn’t bare it. You wanted so bad to just forget what you’d been feeling and be there for him. You just wanted to make it all go away so he can smile. But you knew what he wanted from you. You brought your hands back to his.
“Bradley Nicolas Bradshaw, you broke my damn heart. You hurt me in the worse way possible. I get you felt in that time that it was right the way you went about us, but it wasn’t. You broke me. All I ever wanted to know was if you were okay. If you were fucking alive! You mean so much to me more than you’ll ever know. You know me inside and out. Better than anyone in this world, but you hung me out to dry.” You started to tap your fingers on the back of his hand.
“A call explaining how you felt would have been more than enough. Shit, even a damn text. To tell me your look on everything, what you didn’t want for me and for you. I thought we knew each other well enough and were comfortable enough to do that for one another. To be true to each other. But the way I lost you, was far more unbearable and hurt more than if you’d died. I resented you for so long. I hated you for what you did. It wasn’t fair to me. I thought we cared enough for each other that we would at least spare one another’s feelings. Instead you only thought about yourself and never looked back.” You started to feel tense. The anger in you started to rise, but you kept your composure.
“I felt like I lost everything because Bradley…you did have me. I contacted you everyday, multiple times a day. I was there for you, so don’t you dare fucking say you didn’t have me.” You started to cry.
“You fucking had me from the start, but I didn’t have you. I felt like I lost everything. You were who I counted on and trusted with my life. You were all I really had. Then you took that all away from me. You couldn’t even do me the courtesy of telling me when you got back. Nonetheless, try to even see me. We live in the same city 20 fucking minutes away from each other for god knows how long. Phoenix told me about how you bought the house to be closer to me.” Your voice became more stern as you cried.
“You kept my number and never once just swallowed your pride and called me. Who does that? And what would I have done if I were in your spot? I would have been an adult and called you to tell you how I felt about everything.” You pulled his hands close into you. “But sitting here now telling you how I feel, it doesn’t feel better. It just hurts because saying it all out loud shows me you didn’t think once about my feelings. I want to be okay. I want to have my best friend back. I miss you so much. Life has not been the same without you. We have missed so many of each others milestones. And for what? We are both still here. I forgive you Bradley. I forgave you a long time ago, but I still have every right to be hurt.”
You sniffled trying to catch your breath you released your hands from his and stood up, “And whatever happened between you and Maverick… Bradley he’s like your dad. He got you through college, helped your mom everyday to raise you. He was always there for you. Trying to be the dad you deserved. He was your dad’s best friend. He’s family, Brad. He loves you so much, you need to forgive him too. You have your career now. Maybe he did what he did for a reason. Don’t think only about yourself for once. Reconcile with him. He is your family, just like I am.”
He was now looking at you with tears welling up in his inner corner of his eyes. He sat there in silence. He stood up and stood in front of you and cupped your cheeks in his hands. “That truth bottle really gave the truth.” He smiled a little bit still apparently choked up.
You pushed his hands off of your face. “Bradley. I’m trying to be serious. You’re so stupid. But I care for you so much.” You cried. “I always have and I shouldn’t.”
“Y/n, please-” he tried to talk but you cut him off this time. You were getting very upset.
“No Bradley. And is what you told Phoenix true? What you told all of them?” Tears were forming in your eyes from frustration.
He looked at you with furrowed brows, “What did I tell them?”
You shook your head, “Phoenix said you talked about me all the time when you guys met at Top Gun.” You cocked your head at him while he was thinking. “Did you even mean anything you said?” You said in a whisper.
He nodded, “Yes. I talked about you all the time. I love talking about you. You were the first person to show your whole self to me and not be ashamed of it. I was so infatuated with you, y/n.”
“So you're not anymore? You don't think about me like that?”
He sighed deeply, “Y/n, I am. I still think you are the greatest thing in the world. That you’re so unique and a rare find. You’re so beautiful, kind, loving, caring, devoted, ambitious… I can go on forever. You’re so great, no. You’re beyond great. You’re perfect to me.”
A tear rolled down your cheek, “Then why didn’t you say anything to me, Bradley? Don’t you care about me?”
He wiped the tear from your cheek, “Of course I do, y/n. I care for you more than anyone in the world.”
You yelled at him out of frustration, “Then why didn’t you say anything to me before!? Why are you finally doing it now?” You were shaking.
He grabbed you and pulled you in for a hug, “Because my job isn’t like anything else. One day I could be here with you and the next I can be gone. I can’t put you through that. I can’t hurt you more.”
You pushed him off keeping your elevated tone, “But you did! You were here and then you were GONE! It hurts more knowing you were alive and did this! What if we never crossed paths yesterday? You still would never contact me?”
He looked at the floor silent. The silence was killing you, “Say something, Bradshaw.” You were stern.
He looked up at you, “I’m sorry y/n. I never thought of it that way…”
“Because you only think of yourself, Bradley.” You exhaled deeply.
“You’re right, y/n. I did. I thought it was right at the time and it wasn’t. Please. I am sorry. I don’t want to hurt you anymore.” He grabbed your hands, “I want you to be in my life, but I am scared. I can’t promise you that I’ll come home everyday. That I will always be here when you need me. I can’t give you that, y/n! You deserve someone that will be! You deserve to be happy and have a boyfriend, husband, father of your children, that will be there all the time.”
You took your hands from him again and snapped, “Don’t you think I should make that decision for myself? You’re not even going to give me a chance?”
He stepped closer and towered over you while returning the volume of voice, “No! I’m making it for you, y/n. I can’t be it for you! I can’t be that for you! I can’t give you what you need from a loving partner! I can’t promise you anything!”
You stepped closer and looked up at him as he towered over you, “I don’t need you to promise me anything, Bradley!” You sighed, “I just want to live in the moment with you. Be there when you need me. I just want you back in my life, Brad. I know what comes with this job and you didn’t even give me a chance to show you I understand. I know where you’re coming from.”
He ducked his head down and started to cry, “I can’t hurt you anymore, y/n. I know if something happened to me, you would fall apart. You love and care so much. I…I-”
You sniffled and took a step closer to him. You placed your hand on his chest and in the softest and sweetest tone you whispered, “I love you more than anything, Bradley Nicolas Bradshaw.”
His body became relaxed. He was now just looking at you lost for words. He blinked a couple of times. Then he closed his eyes tight, gulped and dropped his head down. You lightly brought your hand from his chest to his shoulder and down his arm. You held onto his hand and brought his knuckles to your lips. You kissed them gently and let them go.
You adjusted your dress and walked away from him walking towards the water. You took your heals off and walked up the shoreline. You let the water hit your feet and you just stood there fiddling with your necklace. You were looking out into the horizon just trying to focus on your breathing. You felt a hand on your lower back you turned around, but to see Penny. You looked around and no sign of Bradley. Your heart sank deeper than it already was.
Penny: “Honey, why don’t you come in? We are about to close and it's cold out here.” She said concerned for you.
You sobbed, and she took you into her embrace and patted your hair. “It’s going to be okay sweetie. I promise. Give Rooster some time.”
You wiped your tears, “How much more can I give him? I’ve given him so much and here I continue to give it to him.”
She walked up with you to the bar. You went and sat at the barstool. Just looking at the water droplets that were left behind from the beer bottles that once occupied that spot. You were beyond hurt. I knew I shouldn’t have told him I loved him… Your heart ached. So much for wanting to reconcile.
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I have no words, I just wanna cuddle up in a ball and cry. And just like that he has disappeared. How do you feel about your talk? Was it what you needed from him? I feel like I left with more hurt, sis. I guess it's just time to let go... 😩 I'll see you in the next part my loves, hold on tight 🥺❤️ xo
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i need a doyoung enemies to lovers but your both am artists black reader!!!!!! 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍
also 127 is going on tourrr in 2023 😭😍😍😍😍😍
Babesss I know and I wanna goooo!!!! Also this man is fine…body slam me
Doyoung couldn’t stand you. You joined SM as a soloist about two years ago. He couldn’t stand you the way you just came in. You were so sweet to others and so mean to him. Granted, he was also mean too you but, either way it goes Doyoung didn’t like you.
You were beautiful, don’t get Doyoung wrong. He just literally could not stand you. So he was definitely upset when him, and haechan walked into the studio and he saw you.
“Why is she here?” He asks pointing to you. You just ignore him and continue to talk to the producer
“Oh my gosh it’s Yn” Haechan whispers making Doyoung roll his eyes. He hate how damn near every artist In SM worshiped you. He hates to admit it but your were a multi talented artist.
“So I’ll just change the flow, I’ll start slow and then take it up a bit” you say making the producer nod.
You turn around facing haechan with a smile
“Hi haechan how are you?” You asks
“Im good” Haechan says. You turn your attention to Doyoung immediately dropping your smile
“Youngdo” you say smirking
“Fuck off, why are you here?” He asks
“Your gonna be on my song, you and haechan” you say
“ I don’t want to be on your song” Doyoung says
“Hey! Cut it out! This is good for NCT, Yn and sm! Your doing the song” Haechan says to Doyoung
“You should listen to haechan, he’s smart and about his business” you say winking at haechan before turning back around in your chair
Haechan nods with a blush. Doyoung rolls his eyes. Something about that wink he didn’t like.
“I genuinely don’t want to go” Doyoung says
“Why?” Johnny asks
“Because I’m not hungry” Doyoung says with a sigh
“Are you not hungry or do you just not want to be around Yn?” Taeyong asks making Doyoung roll his eyes
“I don’t understand how you don’t like her. She’s a literally sweetheart” Jaehyun says
“That’s what she wants you to think! Deep down inside she’s a monster” Doyoung says
“That’s because you bring the ugly out in people. You literally provoke that girl any chance you get” Haechan says making Doyoung glare at him.
“Whatever, let’s go and get this over with” He mumbles walking into the restaurant with the rest of his members behind him
He walks over to the table where you say taking pictures for instasnap. He had to admit your outfit was really nice and you looked good
“Wow you cleaned up nice” he says sitting down
“Thank you” you say smiling
“But clean up some more you kind of missed a spot” he says smirking before bopping you on the nose with his finger
You grab his finger giving it a slight squeeze with a sickly smile on your face
“Careful youngdo, don’t hurt yourself now” you say before throwing his hand back into his lap
“Yn!! Congratulations I heard you’ll be performing at MAMA” Johnny says
“Oh yeah! I’m pretty excited” you say smiling
“Break a leg…literally. Break a leg” Doyoung says smirking
“I’ll break your legs” you say pointing your chopsticks at him
“She’s sassy! I love it” Haechan says
As you and the guys conversed, Jaehyun couldn’t help the smirk on his face as Doyoung stared at you very intensely.
“Stop staring, you’ll burn holes in her face” Jaehyun chuckles
“I-I’m staring cause I hate her” Doyoung says making Jaehyun chuckle louder. Everyone at the table looks at him in confusing causing him to throw a hand up
“I’m sorry, Doyoung’s really funny” he says
“Oh really? I thought he was pretty corny” you say smirking
“And you think your a comedian?” Doyoung asks
“I wouldn’t say comedian but I’m definitely funnier than you” you say turning around before he could respond
“As I was saying, your actually into Yn” Jaehyun says
“I am not. I can’t stand her and she can’t stand me” Doyoung says putting his chopsticks down
How dare Jaehyun come up with such an obscured conclusion? There’s no way in hot blazing hell that you were into Doyoung? Right?
“Stop is Jaehyun. Your being childish” Doyoung says before picking his chop sticks back up. Jaehyun smirks taking a sip of water
“Im right, that’s why I’m childish” he says chuckling. Doyoung rolls his eyes, shaking his head
You were in one of the practice rooms practicing your routine for MAMA. Haechan, who you got close with really fast, was there to help and cretqur you.
“I just, can’t get this one move down and Chin isn’t here” you said groaning
“What is it? I can help” Haechan says getting up from the floor
“Here look. I need you to do this” you say showing him your phone
Haechan looks at the video nodding
“I can help you” Haechan says
“Great!” You say throwing your phone to the side
You start the music watching you and Haechan in the mirror. Doyoung walks in putting his things in a corner watching you and Haechan.
He sits down unlocking his phone watching closely as Haechan spins around getting behind you. He places a hand on your hip as you lightly bend over running a hand over your neck.
You looked down right seductive. Doyoung hated it. Why is haechan on you like that?
You and haechsn smiles at each other cheering
“Ah thanks haechan. I needed the help” you say smiling
“Of course, Anytime” haechan says
Doyoung gets up with a smirk on his face and that’s when you finally noticed him
“Youngdo” you say
“Yn” he says
“What’re you doing here?” You ask
“Practice. Got here a little early. Is Haechan your new thing if the week?” He asks with a smirk. You roll your eyes putting on your things
“Doyoung. Shut the fuck up sometimes. You make no sense” you say scoffing
Doyoungs smirk drops. You NEVER call him Doyoung. It was always Youngdo. You didn’t feel like putting up with his shit
“I don’t make sense?” He asks
“No. You don’t! Haechan being my new thing if the week? Shut the fuck up and grow the fuck up” you saying walking out the room leaving him stunned
Haechan walks over to him shaking his head.
“I don’t understand your problem with her” he says
“I wouldn’t necessarily say I have a problem” Doyoung says
“I definitely would. You act like you hate her” Haechan says
“I wouldn’t say hate, but we just don’t get along” he says shrugging
“No. Your hard on her for no reason. You basically called her a Hoe without saying it” Haechan says making Doyoung’s mouth drop
“I didn’t-I did didn’t I” Doyoung says with a sigh
“I think you should apologize” Haechan says
“As if she’d accept it” Doyoung mumbles
“You don’t know that! Go apologize or I’ll smack you” Haechan says flinching at Doyoung
“Fine I’m going! I’m going! You better cover for me”Doyoung says
“Yeah yeah whatever, you just better apologize to my bestie” haehcan says stuffing his mouth with chips
You dump the vegetables that you just cut up into the pan. Sunshine by Steve lacy blasted on your Alexa echo dot. You quietly sung the lyrics as you stirred the vegetables.
Just then the song got quiet as Alexa announced that you had a message
“From my peach… I’m outside open the door please”
You turn the heat down before walking over to the door to open it
“I thought you had pract- why are you here?” You ask surprised to see Doyoung
“C-can I come in? It’s drizzling” he says making you roll your eyes. You open the door wider for him to walk in.
“I’ll go get you a towel” you say walking away to the closet grabbing a towel and haechans clothes. You walk back to him handing him the small pile.
“Thanks” he mumbles before heading to the bathroom. You walk back over to the stove to finish your cooking. A few moments later Doyoung walks out with a serious look on his face.
“When Haechan texted me and said he was outside I was expecting him…not you” you say throwing a look over your shoulder
“Yeah I know. I have my reasons though” he mumbles
“Mhm…hungry?” You ask
“Uh yeah” he says rubbing his hand together nervously.
You place the plate of food on the table in front of him along with a water bottle.
“Thank you” Doyoung says making you nod.You stand on the opposite side of the table as Doyoung digs in
“So why are you here?” You ask
“I Uh wanted to apologize” he says making you raise an eyebrow but shortly you roll your eyes
“Doyoung I don’t have time for you half ass apologizes. Your just going to take it back anyway” you say walking away from him
He gets up from the table quickly following you grabbing your arm. You look back at him with a questionable look
“No! It’s nothing like that Yn I promise! I really do want to apologize” he says making you relax
“I’m listening” you say folding your arms
“What I’m trying to say is…I’m sorry and I was wrong. I wasn’t trying to be rude or mean I was just messing around like usual. I didn’t mean to hurt you nor do I mean to hurt you” he says
“Well you do. I don’t get why you hate me” you say shrugging
“I don’t hate you…I thought you hated me” Doyoung mumbles
“I don’t hate you Doyoung. You just don’t give me the time of day. It’s like I’m your enemy” you say sighing
“I-I don’t want it to be like that anymore” Doyoung mumbles catching you by surprise.
“And what do you mean by that?” You ask with a raised brow
“I-I want to date y-you” he says
You couldn’t tell if he was being serious or just playing. You were waiting for him to laugh and say he’d never date a person like you. But it never came. He just looked at you with hopeful eyes.
You scoff rolling your eyes.
“Doyoung I don’t have time for your games. I’m to stressed about my performance to be playing games with you” you say
You hadn’t noticed that he gotten up from his chair to stand in front of you
“This isn’t a game Yn” he says ever so calmly. He almost felt… vulnerable.
“So what is it?” You ask
“It’s serious” he says
Before you could open your mouth and respond his hand was on your cheek. You froze up looking into his eyes.
“W-what are you doing?” You ask
“I never meant to hurt you. I swear it. Can I please kiss you?” He asks
Your face got hot as your eyes flicked down to his lips. You look back up to his eyes before opening your mouth
“I-l-I Uh” was the only thing you could say. It could have been a joke. He would have ended it by now, right?
“Please Yn” he begs lowly. You just nod your head. Doyoung leans in connecting your lips to his in a soft kiss. It wasn’t rough. It wasn’t too much. It’s soft and gentle.
There was no denying that there was a connect between you two.
He pulls away putting his other hand on your cheek.
“I-I want to take you out on a date. Tomorrow at noon. I’m not busy and I know your not so there’s no getting out of this” he says causing you to blink at least four times
“Excuse me?” You ask
“If you don’t like me by the end of our date then I’ll leave you alone. I’ll act like we don’t even know each other but, if you do, you have to give me a chance” he says
You think on it short and hard. You nod your head before offering a small smile
“Okay. Tomorrow at noon” you say
Doyoung smiles before pulling you into a hug. Your arms stay by your side for a small amount of time before you wrap them around Doyoung
“Don’t make me regret this Youngdo” you say making him chuckle
“I won’t. I promise” he says rubbing your back in small circles.
#ambw fic#black reader#ambw#black girls are beautiful#black reader insert#kpop poc#kpop#x black reader#x black!reader#kpop imagines#nct x black reader
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Cherry! 💖💖💖
Okay, I can’t remember if it was you or the pretty @blkkizzat but someone said they were gonna write a Sukuna vs. Connie fic where one is the mall jeweler and one is the sneaker shoe employee and they both want y/n so they try to compete for her. But she turns around and picks both of them. Look, I am FEENIN’ for this. I think about it almost daily. 😅 don’t judge me. BUT anyways, did I miss it or is it still in the works?
I just overall LOVED the concept and I know the result will be ✨AMAZING✨
- xoxo 😘
hi babesss!! yes, that was I with the hair brain concept 😭😭 it’s actually being worked on right now and I’m hoping I’ll have it finished sometime this week! It’s actually been really fun working on. I hope y’all like it 🫶🏾
#cherry’s asks 🍒#cherry’s sweetpeas 🍒🌷#jjk x black reader#aot x black reader#connie springer#ryomen sukuna
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stranger things ● can't fight this feeling pt 7 ● s. harrington
warning
the smallest hint of bisexual Tommy and his unrequited crush on Steve causing him to be an asshole, rumors / bullying / other high school pettiness + an ex boyfriend from reader's old school that's an asshole popping up here and there, mentions of alcohol/smoking/weed -at some point this is a high school romance thing so there will be no parents parties/ underage drinking, etc.., the stress and tension of senior year, strong hints of virgin!reader who dresses a little provocatively, absentee parents, loooots of affection / kissing + body fluids in the form of saliva, eventual filth -we're getting there.
<- reader / you are female with female parts + a certain look (example) and personality (rich, kind of sweet/innocent, outspoken, very flirtatious with Steve, etc). this is self indulgent and therefore, more personalized to the things writer wanted to have in the fic. DLDR.
word count
1528 exactly. for any missing context, part 6 <- is there.
summary
Steve shoves Tommy. Tommy shoves him back and laughs. "It's just a question, Harrington, relax."
"Yeah, not happening." Steve shakes his head and his eyes harden as he looks at Tommy. The boy who used to be his best friend. All he sees now is a bitter asshole and it's bad, it really is because he sees the way he was not even a year ago. "Leave her alone, alright? She's my girl, Hagan. Mine."
Tommy laughs. "Yeah, well. You really can pick 'em."
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Billy’s glaring a hole through Steve as he spots you both make your way into the crowded hallway. Nicole nudges him and laughs. “He’s gotta be with her because she’s easy. I mean, that has to be it.”
“Did anybody ask you to talk, Nicole?” Billy gives her a calm warning glare. “You don’t even know her.”
“I know she looks easy. And she’s a bimbo. Total bimbo. Somebody asked her what the opposite to a dominant trait was in class the other day.. Do you know what her answer was, Billy?”
Billy rolls his eyes and Nicole smirks. “Submissive. It’s recessive, even I know that.”
“Aw, somebody’s just jealous her spot as Hawkins resident airhead is under attack.” Carol speaks up, laughing when Nicole pouts and flips her off. Carol rolls her eyes at the way you and Steve are in your own little world, his hands all over you in the middle of the hallway with no shame or care as to who might see. “She’s just gonna be another Nancy and I feel so bad for him, I really do.”
“But you’re gonna leave ‘em alone.” Tommy speaks up. “Let ‘em self-destruct because sooner or later, Harrington is gonna cling to her a little too much and she’ll be done. Dude is pathetic like that.”
Deep down, Tommy knows the actual reason he’s even bothered by Steve finding a new girlfriend but he’s not in a position to say it. So he keeps it buried deep down. Because nobody can ever find out his little secret. Why he misses his former best friend so much that it honestly hurts sometimes and has made him even angrier and much harder to be around as of late.
“You’re not wrong. He’s always been so needy.”
Nancy, who happens to be standing nearby, waiting on Jonathan at his locker, she’s heard enough. She’s sick and tired of hearing it, honestly. She clears her throat.
“You’re the one who broke him badly enough he had to resort to sluts.” Carol snaps at Nancy and Nancy rolls her eyes. “You’re such a bitch. You know that, right? If he’s really your friend, you’d be happy for him. Not demanding he give up someone who makes him happy because she doesn’t fit your uptight little aesthetic.”
“You’re really calling me uptight?”
“If the shoe fits, Carol.”
“He was our friend first. Not your boyfriend. You barely bothered to get to know him.”
Nancy throws up her hands,exasperated. “All I’m saying is if any of you try to mess this up for him, I’m going to make your life a living hell. I don’t know how, but I’ll find a way. He deserves something good, alright? He needs this.”
“How do you know? And why do you care, more importantly?”
“Because unlike any of you, I do care about him. I just couldn’t love him the way he wanted me to. She seems to. He deserves that.”
“Are you done lecturing us yet, you mousy little priss?”
Billy’s tuned out the argument as it’s happening. Instead, he’s glaring at Steve angrily. Wondering what the hell Steve Harrington has that he doesn’t. Angry with himself because he wants you so bad he can taste it. Bitter because you couldn’t make it any more clearer that you couldn’t want him less if you tried.
“Sooner or later, they’ll break up. I’ll go for it.” Billy decides, smirking to himself.
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" Nailed her yet, Harrington?"
Tommy's question has Steve stepping up into him and going for the front of Tommy's shirt. "What did you say about her, Hagan?"
Tommy chuckles, flashing a smirk. "You heard me."
Steve shoves Tommy. Tommy shoves him back and laughs. "It's just a question, Harrington, relax."
"Yeah, not happening." Steve shakes his head and his eyes harden as he looks at Tommy. The boy who used to be his best friend. All he sees now is a bitter asshole and it's bad, it really is because he sees the way he was not even a year ago. "Leave her alone, alright? She's my girl, Hagan. Mine."
Tommy laughs. "Yeah, well. You really can pick 'em."
The coach blows his whistle and the two step away from each other, Steve is glaring at Tommy and Tommy laughs, "Pathetic, Harrington. You're pathetic."
Steve gives Tommy a little shove. "The only pathetic person I see right now is you."
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By lunch, everyone is talking. Everyone has an opinion, like always. You're a little worried that being forced to hear everyone's opinion will make Steve change his mind. You're a little nervous as you make your way out into the hall.
Because it wouldn’t be the first time that every dumb thing anyone had to say about you got to a boy you’re interested in. Or people you wanted to be friends with. You’re just hoping to hell it doesn’t happen as fast as you’re afraid it will.
As you step into the hallway, strong arms circle your waist and you’re laughing the second you’re hauled up over Steve’s shoulder. “Hey! You’re gonna get in trouble, Steve.”
“Honestly, I don’t care.” Steve places you back on your own feet and you lean in against him. Breathing in the scent of his cologne. You feel the tension in your body melt away and you melt into him, gazing up. Biting your lip. Quiet and contemplative because there aren’t any words to describe what you’re feeling.
“I heard you get sent out into the hallway earlier, princess.” Steve’s gazing at you and he chuckles. “The walls in these classrooms are paper thin.”
You shrug. “Carol started it. What surprised me was that Nancy got involved?”
“What surprises me even more is Nancy Wheeler is taking Home Ec. She always used to say it was a waste of time.”
You shrug. “She’s not too bad, I guess. I’ve gotta work with her to establish a family budget and meal plan.”
Steve chuckles. “You do, huh?”
“Mhm. Told her to leave it to me, she could do the actual presentation of it.”
Steve pulls you into his side and drops a lazy kiss against the top of your head. The sugary scent of your favorite perfume fills his nose and he can just feel himself relaxing.
“Why’d you get sent out?”
“Well, when Carol told me you were only trying to find a rebound, I told her she was jealous she wasn’t it.. Among other things.”
Steve swears under his breath. “I’m sick of her shit.”
“It’s okay, Steve.. It’s.. Not really a big deal? I mean,” you point to your outfit of the day and laugh softly, “I don’t blame people for their own stupidity but I’m also not gonna change myself either. You learn to get a thicker skin, baby.”
“You shouldn’t have to though. She should learn t’ keep her mouth shut. Tommy too, for that matter.” Steve chuckles but you gaze at him in concern. “What’d he say?”
“Just that I’m clingy, pathetic and sooner or later, you’re going to get tired of it.” Steve shrugs as if it’s nothing and it doesn’t bother him but honestly, he’s been worried about that all morning. You’re glaring in Tommy and Billy’s direction. Billy licks his lips at you and you grimace even further into Steve’s side. “He’s so fucking disgusting, ugh.”
Steve locks eyes with Billy and Billy gives him a rude glare. Steve slips an arm around your body as the two of you walk past them in the hallway. But Tommy calls out his name.
“Steve..” you warn.
Steve looks back. “What, asshole? What now?”
Tommy shrugs and then laughs and Steve flips him off. “Keep it up, Hagan.”
“Steve, c’mon. Neither of them are even worth the energy. And I’m starvingggg.” you melt into him and throw your arms around his neck. “I want food.”
Steve chuckles. Focusing his attention back to you. “You are, huh?”
“Mhm.”
“Let’s go. You’re right, princess. They’re not worth the energy.”
As the two of you walk away, Billy speaks up, nodding to Steve’s retreating back. “He’ll fuck it up. Then she’s mine, man.”
“Oh you think so, Hargrove?” Tommy chuckles, dragging a hand through his hair.
“I know so, Hagan. I have a plan. All I need is patience. Then when the time is right.. I swoop in and save the day. But this year is endin with her on my arm.”
“But why though? You know what Landon said about her. Do you really wanna go from girls throwing their panties at you to dating one exclusively that doesn’t put out? What’s the point?”
Billy grabs Tommy’s collar. “I want what I want. Why I want it is none of your business. We clear, Hagan?”
Tommy glares at Billy and shoves him back. “Crystal, asshole. We’re crystal clear. So uh.. What’s this plan?”
“Just wait and let Steve’s doubts and shit get the best of him. It’ll happen, guy is that weak.”
“And then?” Tommy asks, a brow raised.
“Then I move in.. start playing her shoulder to cry on.. That sensitive nice guy bullshit. It’s worked before, Hagan.” Billy shrugs and laughs. “C’mon.”
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The Broken Pet
Haha another new fun thing to randomly write for. :) Anyways have fun babesss~
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Normally Fenris didn’t go for pets that were already broken. It meant anything ingrained in them he’d have to fix if he didn’t like, and he knew a lot of masters normally didn’t allow the things he was okay with. He didn’t mind when his pets laid up on the couch with him. He didn’t mind letting them eat up at the table with him, or giving them something other than a dish to eat from. Because those little things didn’t matter as much. His pet would know their place and as long as they respected him, he had no problems giving extra freedoms.
Something today was different.
He’d gone to his normal dealer, Xero, for a new pet, the last one had managed to escape off somewhere and he didn’t care to go find it. It’d wind up back here anyways. There were all the same it felt like though, snapping and biting and throwing curses around. Not that he didn’t mind breaking someone in, it’d been a while since he’d had someone compliant and people willing to fight so much wouldn’t be so compliant for at least a couple months. Well that's what he thought. Until he spotted one laying with their back to him.
Beautiful way brown hair went down their back, golden skin peeking out from behind the hair. They were tall but skinny, the clothes several sizes too big around them. Bandages were wrapped around part of their neck, and there was something shiny in those pointed ears.
“What about that one over there?” Fen nodded his head towards them and looked back at Xero. “I can tell someone had their hands on them but how bad are they?” Someone who was partially broken down he could work with. Still may be a small struggle but there would be progress.
Xero looked over, wringing their hands. “That's Nicolai, he’s… he’s got it rough. Rescued from one master who abandoned him in a house with nothing to live off of. Tried to rehabilitate with another and he freaked out on her. I’ve tried getting the poor thing to talk and he’s pretty much non-responsive.” They sighed softly but walked over. They crouched down behind Nicolai and oh so gently pulled him towards them.
Fen followed Xero over, watching. He didn’t miss the way Nicolai flinched away from the touch, nor how his entire body stiffened as he was pulled around. He reached down and brushed the hair from Nicolai’s face, pausing at the muzzle on him. “What's the muzzle for?” He asked while tracing a scar that ran down Nicolai’s temple and under his eye with his eyes.
Xero stopped shifting Nicolai around when he was pulled from the corner, tucked up against them. “Just to keep him safe, he kept bashing his face into the floor so I put it on him as a padding. Nicky, can you look up at us?” Their voice was gentler than ever. Gentler than Fen had ever heard with one of the pets at least.
Nicolai’s eyes darted up to look at them both. He stayed locked where he was on the floor though, tense and absolutely exhausted looking. Unlike all the others though there wasn’t anything behind those tired eyes. No anger, no fire, just exhaustion and distrust.
“Oh you poor baby.” Fen couldn’t help but gently stroke his fingers though Nicolai’s hair, tucking pieces from his face. He could feel the trembling against his hand, though kept up the gentle strokes. Poor thing just needed someone to love him, and that Fen could do. “I’ll take him.”
Nicolai glanced between the two. His breathing picked up a little, but otherwise the fear was contained.
Xero nodded. “You got it. I’ll be right back with the paperwork.” They got up and slipped off to find the paperwork, leaving Fen with Nicolai for now.
Fen gave a sweet smile to the male. “Don't worry, as long as you behave I’ll show you how a pet really gets treated.” He hummed softly as he kept up the gentle strokes, trying to get Nicolai to relax. “Once we get home I’ll give you a warm bath and we’ll get you all comfy, hows that sound?”
Nicolai didn’t give an answer other than letting out a breath and closing his eyes. He didn’t relax fully but some of the tension was leaving as the gentle strokes kept continuing. He was trembling still, but it was hard to tell if that was fear or exhaustion at this point.
“There you go buddy. Doing so good,” Fen praised. It would be a little bit of work, but he was sure he could turn Nicolai into a sweet little thing to have and hold. “So good.” He repeated as he watched Nicolai relax a bit more.
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The Wembley Aftermath | Part Two
Synopsis: He won the ftw back and just like when he lost it, all he wants is you
Warnings: smut, but the loving kind. just a lot of sweetness all around
A/N: if you haven’t yet, you can read part one here. Still channeling the inner softer lovergirl in me so that’s exactly what this revolves around. Enjoy babesss!
They just didn’t make planes fast enough for him. He had an anxious knee bouncing the second he boarded and sat down in his seat.
It took him longer than he expected to catch a last minute flight. He should’ve been looking out the window onto the horizon but instead he just took his last steps on European soil.
He got situated and pulled out his phone, ignoring the numerous notifications filling his screen as he gave you a call.
You answered within seconds, appearing on his screen with that giddy smile he’s sure never left your face since he told you he was on his way to you.
“Hey angel ” He grinned as he adjusted the singular airpod in his ear. He tried to keep his voice to a minimum since the plane was so quiet. “I just got to my seat. Running a little late, but I’m finally on my way.”
You stopped the dishes you were doing and leaned against the counter, unable to contain that full fledged smile.
“Do you know what time you’ll be getting here?” You asked.
“Looks like I’ve got nine hours.” He sighs, “So what time is it right now?”
“Two-thirty” you nearly whine. Nine hours was far too long for you to anticipate.
“Damn that’s a big difference” he says as he glances at the screen in front of him. “It’s already night time over here.”
“I’d rather you not remind me how far away you are right now.” You tell him with a slight pout of your lower lip.
“Not for long though.” He beams back at you. “I’ll be there before you know it, little mama. Keep the door unlocked for me and try to get some sleep before I land.”
“I don’t know how you expect me to get any sleep knowing you’re gonna be here tonight” you chuckle as you lean your phone against the wall and start drying off plates.
“You’re right. Guess I’ll just have to tire you out instead.” He smirks before realizing, thanks to two people across from him shooting him a look, that he said that a little too loud.
You picked up on the crimson tinge across his cheeks and the way he immediately lowered his voice to a barely there whisper.
“People across from me just heard that. I feel weird as fuck now.” He tried to stifle the laugh he wanted to burst out by sliding his hood over his head and pulling the sides to cover his face.
You couldn’t help but laugh at his expense, especially with the way he sunk down in his seat.
“Maybe you should think twice before trying to talk dirty to me while you’re on a plane.” You tease.
“Maybe they should think twice before eavesdropping.” He counters with that infamous, knee weakening smirk he perfected.
“Is it really eavesdropping if you basically announced your plans to fuck me when you get here though?” You bantered back, playing back a little smirk of your own. “You’re never good at lowering your voice, baby. Probably the worst whisperer I’ve ever met in my life, actually.”
“Nah, you’re the one who has trouble with all that. Even burying your face in a pillow doesn’t stop the neighbors from hearing you.”
You felt your cheeks immediately burn, freezing for a second with a bashful smile.
“Well you’re right there with me.” You quirked a brow. “You don’t remember when your friend told you he heard you groaning all the way down the hall a couple days ago? His room was four doors down. No telling who heard what that night.”
He dropped his head for a split second trying to hide the smile.
“We don’t talk about that.” He tries to put on a stern face but fails. He catches the glances from the same people across from him and rolls his eyes behind the hood.
Just then, the plane finally started to take off. He was so caught up in your conversation he missed the announcement.
“Alright little mama, im officially on my way. I’m exhausted so I’m gonna try to get some sleep before I get there. You should really do the same.”
“Don’t know how that’s even possible for me but I’ll do my best.” You chuckle before grabbing the phone and holding it up.
“I’ll help you out with that if not. I’ll see you soon, gorgeous.”
“See you soon, champ.”
You got one last smile from him before he hung up, and over the course of those agonizing nine hours, you did any and everything you could to keep yourself occupied, all while he was fast asleep on the plane.
Eventually, somehow, around eight-thirty, you ended up laying down for a quick little nap. Your alarm was set for ten so you would be up when he walks through the door, but you slept right through it.
You were awoken by Tyler’s strong arms wrapping around your waist, his lips peppering gentle kisses to your neck.
“I’m back, mamas.”
His voice was groggy but he wasn’t willing to sleep. He only had one day to spend with you before he has to go home, then straight to Chicago right after and he wasn’t planning on wasting a single second.
You rolled over, your arms instinctively wrapping around him and he pulled you into his chest, holding you tightly, refusing to let go.
“Missed you so much” you muttered against his shirt, feeling his arms squeeze around you tighter.
“I missed you more” you feel his arms loosen a bit and pull back to look at him. Tired, low eyes and a relaxed smile plays on his face as he stares back at you.
You push some of the hair back out of his face and run your thumb over his cheek before leaning in and finally placing a delicate kiss to his plump lips like you’ve been wishing you could’ve done since he left for London.
That kiss that was previously so featherlight escalated into a passionate, rhythmic and breathy collision that lead to him hovering over you, his calloused yet gentle hand caressing your skin from your side to your thigh and back again.
Before he left for London the two of you had a long, wild night. One that left you with a sore throat from the high pitched moans, aching thighs and his fingerprints tatted on your skin.
He still had a few red lines patterned out on his back from your nails scratching all down it but it just served as a reminder of the memory every time he felt the sting.
Tonight, however, he wanted things to be different. He wanted to slow it down and take his time. There was no way to adequately compensate for the time you’d be apart again but he was going to do his best to try.
He may have had the most anticipation built up than he’s ever had but he didn’t want to take it all out at once. He wanted to make this moment last as long as humanly possible, which was why the kiss was so slow, the caresses were so tender.
He was savoring the flavor of you. The feeling of your smooth skin beneath his fingertips. He wanted to remember every last detail when he’s away from you again.
He could sense your pent up arousal and the eager anticipation running through you, but when you gave his hair an encouraging tug, he pulled back slightly to look down on you.
“Don’t worry, beautiful. We’ll get there. I just want to take my time with you. Show you how much I miss you every time I have to leave.”
He leaned back down and locked his hips with yours again. One hand cradled the side of your face while the other hand slowly made its way to your inner thigh, his fingertips hovering just over the trim of your panties without giving the full connection you couldn’t fight the urge for.
A soft sigh slipped past your lips, getting lost somewhere within his mouth and he had to try not to smirk at that.
You tangled your fingers up in his hair with one hand while the other one roamed all over every inch of his muscular back.
You could feel his hardness dying to be unrestricted from beneath his sweats and he was fighting for his life not to slide them off too soon.
“This is harder than I thought it would be” he manages to weakly chuckle, “guess I should’ve known by now that I can never control myself when I get you like this”
Your fluster only escalates when he rises up to his knees, his palms roaming up and down your spread thighs before his fingers hook underneath the thin strap of your panties and he slides them down your legs before tossing them elsewhere.
His licks his lips once, a gleam in his eye that you recognize all too well, but right before he goes to lower his head down, you reach out and intertwine your fingers through his hair to stop him.
“Save that for later, please baby, right now I just want you. Nothing else, just you.”
He felt his heart skip a beat but you didn’t know that. He nodded as he proceeded to slide his sweats down and found himself hovering back over you, the ends of his hair hovering against your forehead as his eyes dived deep into yours.
He held that contact as he pushed inside of you, even though his eyes threatened to roll back the second he was embraced by the tight warmth he’d been missing all too much.
You inhaled a deep breath and let out a relieved sigh as your hands instinctively reached up and your arms wrapped around the back of his neck, pulling him down to feel that intense closeness you’ve been needing.
He wrapped his arms underneath your back as he pushed in all of the way, holding still for a couple of seconds to really feel it all.
His thrusts were slow when he started moving, his lips peppering loose kisses to your shoulder as he buried his face there. He hugged you tight as he rocked into you, whispering a series of sweet nothings between every thrust.
“You feel amazing, mamas”
“Can’t believe you’re all mine”
“I don’t ever wanna go a day without doing this”
Though half of those soft spoken confessions were barely comprehensible to you with the way your heart was pounding in your ears.
He sped up slightly and leaned up, supporting his weight with his elbows digging into the mattress. He just wanted to take his time to look at you. Found himself adoring the way you moaned then smiled when he hit your sweet spot just right.
Your eyes locked with his when you were somehow able to peer them open, coming face to face with his heavy lids and furrowed brows. The puffy, parted lips tempted you and you gave in to those temptations within seconds, having no choice but to pull him down by the gold chain dangling to taste those lips again.
The second your lips connected, the thrusts slowed dramatically. He found himself so lost in the moment, as if a spell had been casted over him.
He felt your nails digging into the same places they did days ago, your thighs tightening around his waist and he knew that second what was next.
“Come on, mamas” he coaxed as his hips swirled with fluidity. “I want to feel you coming on me. You’re so fucking beautiful, feel so damn heavenly right now, you’re a goddamn goddess, and you deserve to be fucked like one every. single. night.”
He punctuated those praises with three snaps of his hips and you were absolutely done for. He wrapped his arms even tighter underneath you and buried his face back into your shoulder, keeping the thrusts strong and steady to prolong that high as much as he possibly could.
He felt it the second your orgasm powered through you. The way you throbbed around him, warmth spilling all over him. Your broken moans were the push over the edge for him when his name rolled off the tip of your tongue and by that point he couldn’t even hold back if his life depended on it.
His whole body stiffened, low groans and deep, raspy, breathy sighs filled up the room as he pushed his hips back in and out a few more times. You felt his entire body relax after that, as if he’d absolutely melted into you.
He slowly pulled out and used the very last bit of his mustered strength to hold himself up with those elbows, just to get the glimpse of afterglow on your face.
Your reddened cheeks and wildly sprawled hair was your dead giveaway. His droopy eyes and glistening skin was his.
The two of you looked at each other, both breaking out in smiles before he leaned down and placed a kiss to your lips.
He unwrapped one arm from underneath you and found your hand instead, intertwining your fingers as he slowly moved his lips with yours.
When the two of you broke apart, he rolled onto his side and pulled you into him. You traced the fresh tattoo on his chest as he absentmindedly ran his fingers through your hair, before you peeked up and caught the effortless, relaxed half smile on his face.
“Thank you” he hears you whisper, glancing down at you. “For making the time to come and see me. I know you’re so busy all the time, but the fact that you jumped on the first flight just to spend a little time with me, it means the world, Tyler.”
A softer smile replaced that previous one and he leaned down to place a gentle kiss to your forehead before he wrapped his arms tighter around you and pulled you as close as you could get.
“I’ll always make time for you, baby. You’re my number one priority no matter how busy I am with work or whatever else. If you need me, I’ll do anything I can to be right here. No matter what.”
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♡Weekly Chronicles♡
Hey babesssss I have missed writing weekly chronicles updating you girlies on my life so here we are and welcome to my new babesss<3333
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The semester has been so gooddd so far! I am super strict on myself when it comes to homework and studying I like the fact I am taking this semester so seriously it makes me feel ahead of the game. At the beginning of the semester, I had trouble getting my hobbies done and I didn't want school to take over my entire life. I was able to reorganize my schedule so that I could fit in my hobbies and self-care days. I had to drop a class because it was toooo much taking 18 credits worth of classes this semester was alottt but I'm pushing myself to meet my credit requirement for my degree before graduation in 2025.
♡Mental♡
I am doing well mentally. Last month was very hard on me mentally because I put in the refill order for my antidepressant so late. I was off of my antidepressants for a week which caused a huge imbalance within my body. It was a literal emotional rollercoaster I would feel really good for a couple of days and then really sad for a few days. But I made it through I kept taking my medication consistently once I got my refill now I am back to normal. So pro tip do not get your refills late lol. Other than that I've been journaling, tracking my emotions, and reading affirmations daily.
♡Physical♡
I started doing yoga recently which has definitely been a game changer. When I am feeling overstimulated or anxious I put on a yoga video on YouTube and follow along. I prefer videos that have no music and then I play rain sounds or brown noise as I follow along to relax my brain when I'm done I feel so good. Ramadan has officially started so I created a workout playlist that is similar to the workouts I was doing before Ramadan but instead, these are much slower and lower in intensity they will still help me reach my body goals. During this month I’ll be fasting for 30 days so I am doing OMAD(one meal a day) which I don’t mind I've done it before and have seen amazing results. There are so many benefits of fasting I'll link an article if you're interested in learning more about Ramadan and the benefits of fasting.
♡Hobbies♡
I have been very consistent with my Italian on Duolingo I started a 100-day challenge so I can hit a 100-day streak and I'll throw myself a little duo party lol. I am learning that it is okay to celebrate your little achievements. Blogging has been one of my favorite hobbies I've been super consistent with posting on here for you ladiessss. Let me know what other content you want to see. I started a new writing project which I am so excited and anxious about but I can't wait to share once everything is settled. I also have been on Amazon creating a list for my YouTube set up<3333 Expect to start seeing content in June I am so excited to start content creating again! I will be doing a lot of chit-chat videos on topics similar to what I have been posting on my blog, vlogging, and so much more. My other hobbies I have been keeping up with are reading, playing games, recipe keeping, pilates, and weight lifting.
I love chatting with you babes and want you girls to chat back<3 So let me know what you have planned for this weekend and how was your week. Love you babes we are almost at 500 followers<3
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@the-kr8tor Babesss, sorry I've been out of commission latelyy.
Last week, this week and next week, I have like a thousand midterms and revisions, so I've been literally off my phoneee.
I missed you sm and I can't wait for what you magnificently and majestically write next.
Promise I'll post a meme as soon as I read the third chap of tf when it comes out
Love you❤���❤️
P.s. Here is my digital cat named after u
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Ahhh babesss i loveee the new theme ahhhh
THANKS BAE!!! I MISS YOU!!!! <3
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