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aalyssah · 9 months

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Too Touchy

Pairing: Protective!MJF x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff!

Word Count: 1,817

Summary: When a man gets too touchy on you, Max steps up, making the man to keep his hands to himself.

A/N: Just imagine MJF defending you because some guy doesn’t know what ‘no’ means.Hope You Enjoy!

You woke up to the sun shining bright through the curtains that hung on the window.

You could feel an arm draped across your waist. You turned around, meeting the face of a sleeping MJF. You're extremely lucky to see this side of him. Ever since he started the 'Better Than You Bay Bay' team, he's been showing more affection lately.

You smiled, tracing your hand around his beard and plump lips, debating if you should kiss him. "Either kiss me or take a picture." You gasped at the sound of Max's groggy voice.

His brown eyes opened, looking dead at you. "So you're not gonna give me a kiss?" You blushed, hiding your face in his neck. Max chuckled, pulling you back and kissing you. "We finally have the day off." You both sighed in sync.

Y'all have been working hard over the last month with Max being in a popular storyline and you making your way to the top for the Women's World Championship. "I know, I've been waiting!" You both sat in a comfortable silence before Max broke it.

“So what do you wanna do today? I was thinking maybe going shopping for a new suit, or maybe going down to the dealership and looking at a new car, what do you think?" Your face scrunched up at the sound of spending a lot of money.

“Uh, I don't know about that. Can we just have a normal day where we spend time together at the gym, or go out to eat?" Max thought for a moment and realized you were right. "Yeah, you're right. How about we go to the gym, to the store for some food, and maybe dinner?"

You smiled at that. "Oh yes, I like that much better." Max kissed your forehead before getting up. "Last one to get dressed gives the winner head." Max stood up, almost running to the closet. "Hey that's not fair you cheater!" You quickly got out the blanket, running to the closet to get some clothes.

(Max won)

You both showered and made it to the gym. You and Max did some stretching before he went off to lift weights, but you've been experiencing some tense muscles in your leg, so hopefully stretching will help.

You stood on your mat, doing a downward dog position. As you took a deep breath you heard someone cat calling you. You smiled thinking it was Max, but when you turned around you saw some middle aged looking man standing there.

“Good god, do you look good." You frowned at the man's compliments, feeling a little weirded out. "Thank you?" You continued stretching, ignoring his words until he spoke again. "I'm sure you got a man or girl, but if I was yours I’d keep you nice and full until you get pregnant."

You stood up, looking at them with disgust. "What is wrong with you? How dare you say something like that about a woman!?" The man only chuckled at your question. "Oh don't act like you wouldn't like it. I know you're really a dirty whore in bed."

Your mouth dropped open at his words. "You're just nasty!" You left your mat, going to Max's side fast. He noticed how frantic you looked. "Hey what's wrong, you okay?" You gave him a reassuring smile. "Yeah, I'm just ready to go." Max looked at you slightly confused.

You just got here less than 10 minutes ago and now you want to leave? "You sure? We just got here like a couple of minutes ago." You nodded your fast, taking his hand. "Yeah, I want to go shopping for some food." You and Max took a small shower and left to go to the store.

You were both walking in the store, grabbing a small basket. "Okay, I'll go look for the meat and you go look for all the other stuff." You both parted ways with you going to the vegetable aisle. You looked for the pickles when you saw they were on the top shelf.

"Who the hell put them all the way up there?" You stood on your tiptoes, trying to reach for the pickles. Your fingertips brushed the glass, but went no further. "I swear I'm gonna sue this store for putting these pickles so damn high!" You muttered.

You then felt an arm sliding over yours, grabbing the jar of pickles. "Oh, thank-" You stopped talking when you saw who it was. It was the same man from earlier. "No problem sweetheart. This is why you need a strong tall man like me with you."

He said, flexing his weak arms. "Y'know I never caught your name?" You stood there looking at him. There ain't no way you're gonna tell him your name. Luckily, Max walked by the aisle, stopping as he saw you. "Babe, there you are!" Max came to you, and the man quickly left.

“Who was that man you were talking to?" There's no way in hell you're gonna tell him who that is. "Oh, just a stranger helping me out for the pickles." You smiled as Max looked at you suspiciously. "You sure?" You nodded your head. "Yup, I'm done and hungry. Should I make dinner for tonight?"

Max shook his head no. "Nah, I wanna eat at that new restaurant that opened 2 months ago. Been dying to eat there." A smile was brought back to your face. "Okay, let's get these groceries home first."

You and Max drove home, put the groceries away, and drove to the restaurant. Max had a hand on the small part of your as you walked to the table.

A waiter took your order's and left. "I can't wait to eat here!" Max said again, smiling like a little kid. "Okay son, calm down." You and Max laughed. "Tony called me earlier when we were at the gym and asked if you were down to fight Toni for the belt on Dynamite next week."

You quietly clapped your hands. "Oh my god, yes! I've worked so hard for this and I'll finally get it!" Max watched as you cheered. The happy moment was cut short when a group of teenagers came up to the table. "Excuse me? Can we take a picture with y'all. We're big fans."

You smiled at the group, getting up and fixing your appearance. "Sure, come on babe." Max rolled his eyes that the fans ruined the moment, but took the picture. It was like a dominos effect. One fan came up and now others from the restaurant stopped eating to take a picture.

Some wanted you, others wanted just Max. As Max was taking a picture with a group of girls you looked around the room to catch the familiar eyes of the man. He was already walking towards you with a not so happy look on his face.

You just stood there, not being able to go anywhere. "So you're famous and dating someone? Y'know I was really upset to hear the talk about you dating that dickhead, I'm so much better than him." You scoffed at his cockiness. "Look, do you want a picture because if not you need to leave me alone."

The man smirked creepily. “Oh most definitely!" He called some random person to take the picture. He stood beside you, wrapping his grimy arm around your waist, pulling you close to his side. The person snapped multiple pictures, with his hand getting lower and lower down your body.

You uncomfortably backed away. "Alright, that's enough pictures." You awkwardly took a couple of steps back. "Why ya leaving so soon, we were just getting to the good part." You tried walking backwards, but the man grabbed you fast, pulling you into a bone crushing hug.

His hand came to your ass, gripping at it and pushing his nose in the nape of your neck. You harshly pushed him away, but his grip was too strong. "Get your hands off my girl!" You jumped back at the sound of Max's angry voice. The man let you go after receiving a punch.

The man flew back, sliding over a table with food on it. Glass shattering could be heard as well as gasps from people around. People pulled their phones out and filmed as Max beat the guy's ass. The manager and workers came up, trying to pull Max off him, but Max was not having it.

The man was struggling to cover his face as Max threw punches. “Max calm down, chill out!” Your words were drowned out by his ears, as he continued to beat the man. “We called the cops!” Someone yelled from behind.

Coincidentally, 2 cops were sitting around the corner so they came to break the fight up. One held back Max while the other arrested the man, who now had a black eye and busted lip. Max was furious, red painting his face, but when he saw you, he broke out the cops arms, and went to you.

“Hey, you okay?” Max asked as you brushed your hand over his cheek. “Yeah I am, but your-” Max cut you off, knowing what you were gonna say. “It’s just a scratch.” The cop interrupted the moment with some questions.

“Some people said it started off because of you ma’am?” You nodded your head, gulping at the memories. “Yes, we went to the gym in the morning and the guy was flirting with me, saying how beautiful I looked and then said if he was my man, he would get me pregnant.”

Max’s eyes almost bugged out his head at the new information. “He what?!” You kept speaking. “Yeah and then I went to the store and he was in the same aisle, trying to get my name and now we’re here.” Max was gripping at his hair, breathing heavily as you told the cop.

“Thank you ma’am we’re gonna lock this guy up. It’s not the first time he’s been arrested for harassment.” The cops walked away, leaving you and Max. “I’m getting tired, can we go home?” Max nodded his head, taking you outside.

You both were met with cameras and paparazzi. “MJF can you tell us what happened in the restaurant?” Usually Max wouldn’t stop to answer the stupid paparazzi, but he needed the world to know what happens when you mess with his girl.

“Yeah that motherfucker was being too touchy with my girl, and I don’t like that so I beat his ass.” Max only answered one question before hurrying you in the car. You both let out a breath of relief.

“Please tell me if someone’s making you feel uncomfortable. I might be an asshole sometimes, but I love you.”You smiled, leaning over to kiss him. “I will, promise.”

You both drove home that night, stress free at the thought of that man being locked up.

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bullet-clubs-bitch · 8 months

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Can you write about being married to MJF?

Being Married to the Devil: Headcannons

Gif from: mjfdaily

Word count: 423

Main Masterlist MJF MASTERLIST

When you and Max got married it was a small wedding with family and your closet friends in AEW. You two were known for hating each other in the ring but what the fans didn’t know was that the two of you had been actually dating and are married in real life.

Being married to Max at times was difficult, having to hide your relationship was always hard but now being married was nearly impossible.

You would think that being married to Maxwell Jacob Friedman would be horrendous but it was quite the opposite.

Believe it or not it was a dream come true, at times hiding your relationship added a thrill factor to it.

Sneaking around together backstage, making out in storage closets hoping not to get caught.

Max was a romantic despite him acting like a scumbag.

He would plan romantic getaways in discrete small towns that were gorgeous. Spoiling you in expensive champagne and gifts.

You and Max had been sworn enemies since the creation of AEW so whenever you had to go out and yell at each other on live TV, it got a bit harder to hide the fact that you didn’t actually hate each other. But after the show was over you would go back to your shared hotel room and make the most beautiful love. It was sweet, loving, caring. Everything opposite of what you made others believe. Telling eachother how much you love them and reminding them that the words exchanged earlier meant nothing.

Whenever the two of you had a week at home you would spend time baking, cuddling, and exchanging acts of service to the other. Not to mention playing with Piper.

Being married to Max allowed him to open up to you in a way he never has to anyone. Many nights were spent comforting the other, the both of you having your fair share of issues despite acting like you were perfect. Crying in eachothers arms, exhausted from a business that was so draining.

Even though nights like that were exhausting and draining on both parties it made you appreciate the other. You were soulmates, the perfect way. He fit you better than your favorite sweater and you would love him till the end of time, even if that was a million years.

Many people didn’t get your relationship and probably would never but it didn’t matter to you, you were happy together and that was all that mattered. He was the Devil in your heart and you were his Angel.

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sydsaint · 4 months

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Please! I just wanna give him a big ol' hug

Summary: The reader makes an attempt to comfort Max after the incident at Worlds End.

There isn't a feeling in the world worse than having to stand by and watch someone you care for get their heart broken by someone they trusted. But that's what you're here doing. AEW's Worlds End PPV special is closing out and you're stuck between Excalibur and Nigel watching Max get the crap beaten out of him by the man that was supposed to be his best friend. Adam Cole.

"I have to say, I feel a bit bad for the lad." Nigel admits as he begins gathering up his papers from the desk.

"Yeah, me too." Excalibur agrees while doing the same.

You fidget with a pen in your hand, trying your absolute best not to vault the table and rush to help Max. "A bit?" You shoot a glare at Nigel.

Nigel shrugs and slips off his headset, ready to head backstage. He walks away from the desk and Excalibur does the same. You watch the pair walk off chatting with one another and scoff. Sure, Max isn't exactly popular with either of them. But for them to not even offer the fallen champ a consoling glance is utterly ridiculous. In your mind anyway.

Cautiously you make your way around the commentary table and head toward the ring. Adam Cole and his new posse of goons have slinked back into the darkness for the moment and Max is sitting defeated on the floor near the ring steps.

"Do you need some help up?" You walk over to Max quietly with a sympathetic smile. You have no idea how Max will react to the offer of help. Not after everything that's happened to him. But you have to at least try.

Max looks up from the floor with red and puffy eyes. "Y/N? What do you want?" He asks you, shifting his body to point away from you.

"I just wanted to see if you're alright." You reply. "That beating you took looked rough. And the thing with Adam..."

Max scoffs and shakes his head. "I shouldn't be surprised at this point." He sneers. "No one ever stays. Not my fiancé, not my friends, or people I thought were my friends. No one." He sighs deeply. "I'm just a loser that's destined to be alone. And I'm not even a champion anymore. So there goes the fans as well." He looks out at the crowd now starting to spill out of the arena.

"I'm here now." You reply and kneel down so you're not towering over Max. "And I know that we don't know each other that well. But I want to help if I can." You offer Max your hand to help him up. "At least let you know that you're not 100% alone."

Max looks at your hand and then back up at your face. He repeats this a couple of times before reluctantly taking your hand. You pull him up to his feet and walk backstage with him.

"I'm sorry that you lost." You speak up while you're walking. "I know what it's like to have a friend stab you in the back like that. In fact, I'll never wrestle again because of it." You laugh at your misfortune.

"You used to wrestle?" Max glances at you.

You nod, briefly recalling the painful memory in your head. "Yep. I worked for ROH before Khan bought it out. I was helping out this new girl. Showing her the ropes and stuff. And she stabbed me in the back during a ladder match for a title opportunity. Threw me off a 15 foot ladder and into a pile of smaller ones." You explain. "She went on to win the title, and I damn near broke my spine."

"Damn." Max replies. "I had no idea. I just thought you had always been in commentary and backstage stuff." He admits.

"It's fulfilling enough work." You shrug. "Sure, it'll never beat being in the ring. But at least it's still a part of it, right?"

Max nods and the two of you come up on the locker room area. "Thanks for talking with me." Max stops in front of his room and turns to you. "I...I needed that." He admits.

"No problem." You nod. "I know when it happened to me all I wanted was someone to talk with. Someone that knew what I was feeling. So if you ever need some company, just shoot me a text or something." You offer with a soft smile.

"I think that I'll take you up on that, thanks." Max nods. "I'll see you later, Y/N."

You step back from the door with another soft smile. "Mhm. Take care, Max. And hey, try not to beat yourself up too hard." You add before you turn and walk off.

Max lingers at the door and watches you disappear down the hall. That sinking feeling in his chest lightens a bit as he watches you walk off. No one has ever shown him kindness and an willingness to just be there for him before.

It's addicting.

Max finds himself smiling a bit as he heads inside his locker room. He's lost everything tonight. So why the hell is he smiling? What have you done?

Given him hope, that's what. And hope is a dangerous thing for a man that's already lost so much.

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haddonfieldwhore · 7 months

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if we’ve got eachother - mjf

mjf x gender neutral! cole! reader

part one here • part two here

word count: 2.5k

warnings: not edited, bit of family drama, angst, language, nsfw themes/implied smut !

a week had gone by since adam found out about you and max, and you and your brother were effectively ignoring eachother completely. him and max had to be at least professional enough to do their segments together, but didn’t speak to eachother outside of work business. you hated that you had come between their friendship, but you also felt like adam was overreacting. there was a week long break coming up, and you knew adam was going him to see your parents; usually you would go with him, but this time you weren’t sure you really wanted to spend seven days in a house with him, along with your parents asking why you were fighting. your mom had actually been calling and texting you, asking if she could expect you home for the break, but you had ignored all of her messages.

“what are you thinking about?” max asked, snapping you out of your trance as he walked out of the bathroom, fresh out of the shower. his skin was still damp, nothing but a fluffy white towel around his waist as he used a smaller one to dry off his curly hair. max had been travelling with you rather than adam since things kind of exploded last week.

you raised an eyebrow, unable to stop yourself from staring at his chiseled abs, and the happy trail that started at his naval and disappeared under the towel.

“well now i’m thinking about something else…” you said, sitting up on the bed as max walked over to you, leaning down to kiss your lips.

“oh yeah? what’s that?” he smirked, and your hands reached for the towel that hung low on his hips. his hands cradled either side of your jaw as you let the towel fall to the floor, and he kissed you deeply. max pulled your shirt over your head, before wrapping a hand around your throat and pulling you up onto your knees, kissing you again. your hands tangled in his damp curls, and his tongue slipped past your lips to explore your mouth, that taste of mint toothpaste on his tongue.

you were interrupted by a knock at the door, and max sighed, kissing you one more time before he turned and started walking towards the door. you slid your shirt back on, making yourself look at least decent.

“i’ll get it,” you laughed pushing him around the corner out of view of the doorway, and throwing the towel at him. you were still smiling when you opened the door, but it disappeared completely at the sight of adam.

“y/n,” he began, greeted you with an awkward nod. you shifted your weight nervously back and forth on your feet.

“so you’re talking to me again?” you asked, and adam sighed.

“i … don’t know. i do need to ask you about next week though.”

“so mom sent you? that’s adorable,” you laughed, annoyed.

“can we set this aside- for one week; for her sake?” he asked, and you laughed in disbelief. of course you wanted to see your parents, but you were stubborn to your core.

“i don’t know adam. you’re the one who has an issue with me and max being together.” he sighed, running a hand through his long hair.

“i have an issue with the fact that you and my best friend betrayed me-“

“oh get over yourself. we didn’t get together just to spite you, adam. do you hear yourself? yes, we were wrong to hide it from you, i can admit that; but i wouldn’t take back what i did.”

“so you aren’t coming home?” he asked.

“i’ll think about it.”

“no you won’t. you’ve already decided; i know you.” adam spat. “at least call mom and have the guts to tell her you’re choosing a guy over your family.”

“don’t talk to them like that,” max appeared behind you, his lower half dressed in a pair of shorts.

“max,” adam greeted awkwardly. “this is a family conversation.”

“oh- please continue,” max taunted, not leaving your side.

“actually i think we’re done here,” you said, closing the door on your brother. max turned you to face him, and you wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him into a hug.

“you okay?” he asked, kissing the top of your head. you nodded into his chest, before pulling back to kiss his lips softly.

“yeah. thank you for having my back, even though you don’t have to protect me from adam.”

“i know,” he said, kissing the top of your nose. “are you going home next week?” he asked, and you sighed flopping onto your stomach on the bed.

“i don’t think so. i don’t want to spend a week with someone who won’t talk to me,” you mumbled. max crawled onto the bed, hovering over top of you and placing kisses along your shoulder and up the side of your neck to your ear.

“come home with me instead,” he whispered, nipping at the shell of your ear. you couldn’t hold back the moan that left your lips as max pressed himself against your backside. max rolled over, pulling you with him until you straddled his lap, his arms wrapping around your waist and holding you close.

“you don’t think we’ll get sick of eachother if we spend a week together?” you teased, as max placed wet kissed on your neck, finding your sweet spot with ease.

“fuck no,” he laughed.

•••

you had in fact decided to spend the week off at max’s house with him, and the two of you had just arrived, pulling into the driveway in max’s blue camaro. when you entered the house, a fluffy white and tortoiseshell cat ran up to max, weaving in and out of his feet and meowing.

“hey piper,”max laughed, bending down to pick up the cat. “daddy’s home. did you miss me?” he bombarded the cat with kisses on her forehead, and you laughed.

“daddy?” you raised an eyebrow.

“shut up, you love it,” he smirked, and turned the cat towards you. “this is piper.” you extended a hand gently for the cat to sniff, and she let you pat her on the top of the head.

“hi piper,” you smiled. max placed her softly on the ground, and led you further into the house. it was minimally decorated, which made sense considering how many days of the year he would actually be home. there was a large cream coloured couch in the center of the living room, that had a wall of large windows.

“you’re gonna have two cuddle buddies now,” max was still talking to piper as you sat down on the soft couch, and the cat hopped up into your lap. “she likes you,” max smiled, and sat next to you in the couch, tucking you under his arm. piper walked back and worth across both of your laps, before laying down on the arm rest.

“she’s cute,” you beamed, and max kissed your lips softly.

“you’re cute.” you giggled as he kissed your forehead and then your lips again.

“did you hit your head or something? what’s got you in such a good mood?” you laughed, although you weren’t complaining; you could get used to the softer side of max.

“no,” he smirked, easily pushing you over to pin him underneath you on the couch. “why, how do you want me to be?” he stared down at you, his brown eyes darker than usual.

“i just didn’t know the devil could be such a softie, that’s all,” you explained playfully, knowing you were pushing his buttons.

“careful,” he warned, a hand wrapping gently but firmly around your throat as you stared up at him, your eyes wide with excitement. “you’re gonna get yourself in trouble. unless that’s what you’re trying to do?”

“you tell me, daddy.” you teased, and he groaned, his grip tightening around your neck before he relaxed.

“you are driving me crazy,” he rolled his eyes, leaning down to kiss you. your teeth pulled at his bottom lip as his hand moved from your neck to cradle the side of your face.

“i can’t believe i get you all to myself for a whole week,” you exhaled as max left a trail of kisses down the side of your neck, leaving soft love bites behind.

“i hope you don’t like walking-“ you interrupted him with another kiss, and you could feel him smirking against your lips. your phone began to ring in your bag, and you sighed heavily. “don’t answer that,” max whispered next to your ear, his hands trailing down your sides to pull you hips upward against his.

“what if it’s important?” you asked, letting out a moan as he rutted his hips against yours.

“it can wait,” he growled, and his fingers began undoing your pants.

“max…”

“tell me if you want me to stop,” his voice sent a shiver down your spine as he slid your pants down, biting down on the skin below your jaw.

“fuck- please max,” you begged, unable to think straight.

“please what, baby?” he asked as his hand disappeared into your underwear.

“don’t stop.” max smiled before kissing you roughly, as your phone stopped ringing.

•••

you were peacefully face down in max’s bed, the soft blankets the only thing covering your body as you lay there, waking up from a nap after max had given you a very… thorough.. tour of his house. your eyes fluttered open at the sound of max getting out of the shower, the bathroom door opening with a soft click, and you looked up to see him, only his lower half dressed as he walked over to you. max leaned down and gently kissed the side of your head, and you smiled, waking up fully and rolling over to sit up against the headboard.

“hey sleepyhead, late night?” max teased, and you looked over at the clock that read 11:23 am, meaning you had only been asleep for about an hour, having fallen asleep after you and max had spent the entire morning breaking in his new mattress so to speak.

“shut up, don’t tease me when it’s your fault,” you pouted, pulling the blanket up higher. max laughed, raising his hands in mock innocence, kissing you sweetly on the lips.

“i’m sorry baby. you feel okay?” he asked sincerely, and you nodded.

“yeah, i’m great,” you smiled. “are you okay?”

“yeah baby i’m okay,” he smiled, kissing your forehead and then your lips again. “by the way, your phone has been going off for like an hour.”

you sighed, and max handed you one of his tshirts to wear as you got out of bed. max smiled to himself at the way your legs wobbled slightly as you walked, but didn’t mention it, deciding he had teased you enough. you walked over to your suitcase and dressed the rest of your body in your underwear and some shorts, before digging you phone out of your bag and checking the many notifications you had missed. there was about 20 text messages from your mom, a few from adam, and about 12 missed calls between the two of them. the ones from your mom were asking where you were, with increasing concern; you gathered that adam hadn’t told her you weren’t coming. reading through the ones he had sent confirmed your suspicion. you sighed, but clicked on your moms contact and put the phone to your ear, listening to it ring until she answered.

“y/n! sweetie i’ve been calling you! did you get my texts? why aren’t you home for the break?” she asked, concern in her voice.

“relax mom,” you laughed. “i’m sorry, adam was supposed to let you know i wouldn’t be there this time. i’m sorry to worry you,” you lied, only feeling a little guilty about throwing your brother under the bus.

“oh - he said he thought you were coming. i’ll have to talk to him,” she said. “anyways, what’s keeping you away? is there a boy?” she asked in a playful tone, and you smiled, looking over at max who was on the other side of the room, scrolling through his phone, paying no attention.

“yeah, actually - there is.”

“that’s great honey! are you spending your vacation together?” she asked.

“yeah, i’m actually with him at his house for a few days,” you explained. you knew she didn’t watch the show every week, but still hoped she didn’t ask too many questions about max. his reputation, at least in regards to the character he portrayed, wasn’t the best and would definitely concern your mother; nevermind the fact that him and adam were friends. thankfully, she didn’t ask for too many details.

“well i’m sad we won’t be seeing you, but i hope you’re having fun sweetie! be safe, and if something happens and you need to come home you’re always welcome.” you felt a pang in your heart, missing home and your family.

“thanks mom. i love you, and i promise next time i have time off i’ll be there.”

“i love you too, honey. me and your dad will see you then. maybe you can bring this boy of yours next time.” you smiled, glancing over at max again who looked up at your and sent you a wink, and you laughed softly.

“we’ll see mom. i’ll talk to you later okay?”

“bye sweetie,” she replied before you hung up. you considered calling adam as well, but decided you didn’t want to speak to him, sending him a text instead.

‘talked to mom. she’s happy for me.’

you put your phone back in your bag without waiting for a reply, and walked (still with some difficulty) over to max, who looked up at you from the chair he was sitting in.

“all good? your family’s not gonna send the cops here to arrest me for kidnapping you?” he asked, and you sat down in his lap, and his arms wrapped around your waist immediately.

“no i think you’re safe for now. unless adam calls them,” you joked. “my mom wants me to bring you home, so i think she’s on our side. i didn’t exactly tell her who you are though.”

“what can i say, moms love me.” you slapped his chest gently as you both laughed. “she’s doesn’t need to know all the little details just yet.”

“agreed. i just hope adam calms down about it. i hate that i’ve come in between you guys.”

“i know baby. he’ll get over it,” max said, kissing your cheek.

“i hope so,” you sighed. “enough about my family drama. what’s the plan for today?”

“hmmm i think we can do whatever we want,” max said, kissing your neck softly.

“i like the sound of that. i need to shower first though,” you giggled as his kissed tickled your skin. max let go of you, allowing you to stand up and walk to the bathroom. you turned the water on, before peeking back out into the bedroom.

“you coming?” you smirked, and max threw his phone aside and hurried over to join you, and you smiled. things may not be perfect, but you were happier than you had been in a long time, and as long as you and max had eachother, you knew you would be fine.

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valkyrie-night-103 · 4 months

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Was there ever a time where Adam smiled at him, and the smile was real? Did Adam ever feel anything for him, anything at all?

There’s a flicker of him that hopes it because Adam is just like him. That he was afraid of being tossed aside, and he felt like this was the only way to protect himself. To beat Max to the punch.

He tries to let himself believe that some of it was real. At least some of it meant something. Adam just grew tired of him, like everybody does. It just took him longer than expected.

But Max isn’t that stupid. Stupid enough to trust Adam Cole, perhaps, but not stupid enough to believe Cole ever actually loved him.

And Max sits there, and he wonders. What was the point of all this?

But he already knows the answer. Cole didn’t want to beat him. He wanted to break him.

He didn’t just want to take everything he had. Everything he was. He wanted Max to give him everything not because he had to, but because he wanted to. He wanted Max to do the work for him, to peel himself open like a clementine and feed him that love and trust segment by segment. To burn himself out from the inside.

“Better the devil you know than the devil you don’t,” people say. Max should have known better. He should have remembered that it’s absolutely possible to be both at once.

You couldn’t give me a neurodivergent blorbo with abandonment and betrayal related trauma and expect me not to get all emo about it. Will I make this a full one-shot? Who knows. But all your Adamjf posts made me sad so this is my retaliation.

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mulchmouth · 8 months

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So MJF likes kangaroos huh?

#wrasslin #wrestling #wrestling fanart #mjf #mjf aew #furry #sfw furry #clean furry #anthro kangaroo #maxwell jacob friedman #furry wrasslin #mulchmouth art

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evalolxo · 10 months

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Lover

MJF x reader

“and you’ll save all your dirtiest jokes for me, and at every table i’ll save you a seat

lover”

warnings - short asf, fluff, soft as

“where is your boyfriend you always talk to so much about y/n” my friend asked and i looked around nervously.

my boyfriend, max, was supposed to be meeting my friends today, i knew he didn’t want too but i didn’t expect him to blow it off without telling me.

“he’ll be here soon” i just stated my eyes traveling to the entrance and seeing no sign.

“excuse me, can i take this chair for my table?” a man came up to our table pointing at the chair next to me with a smile.

i protectively grabbed the chair.

“sorry, we’re waiting for someone else to come” i stated and my friends scoffed and the man nodded understanding and walking off.

i kept my hand on the chair and looked to the entrance sadly again.

“he’s not coming” i heard one of my friends whisper to the other and i sighed, i looked down at the menu but couldn’t focus on the words.

“i’m so fucking sorry i’m late, the line in the shop was crazy” i heard that oh so familiar voice and turned around quickly and seen max with a bouquet of roses in his hand.

he quickly sat down on the seat and handed me the roses.

“i saved a seat for you” i told him and he kissed my cheek as a thank you before turning to my friends.

“what’s up, i’m max, the fastest rising star in the history of professional wrestling” he introduced himself and i giggled and my friends eyes just widened and the situation in front of them.

i was giggling like a school girl holding roses while my boyfriend had introduced himself, didn’t wait for a response before turning back to me instantly and smiling.

“uhm, i’m jane”

“and i’m christa”

“yeah whatever, anyway how was your day babe?” max waved them off before turning fully to me in his chair, making sure his full attention was on me and nothing else.

“can i get your guys order?” a waiter came up to us and max turned to him offended.

“my girl was about to tell me about her day, we are busy right now” he told the waiter angrily and the waiter walked away a little embarrassed making me slap max’s arm lightly.

“don’t do that, and my day was going well, until you showed up” i joked and max looked at me in a jokingly offended way.

it seemed both of us had totally forgot that my friends were also here.

“i am very offended, i may have been late but it was for a great cause, im seducing you with those roses so later we can-“

i cut him off by putting my hand over his mouth before he come out with any profanities and i giggled and i felt him smile on the palm of my hand.

“save your dirty jokes” i told him still giggling and he nodded defeated but was still smiling.

“you two are disgusting” my friend jane stated and we both turned to her, we had totally forgot they were there.

“y/n is my lover, we’ll be disgusting if we want” i love this fucking man.

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frisky-p · 6 months

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They should tag team 💔💔

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maineventpapiuso · 6 months

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"Scissor me MJF!!!"

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aalyssah · 3 months

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Mad In Love

Pairing: MJF x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff!

Word Count: 1,922

Summary: Max is in love with you, yet, he's in denial, trying to stay into his 'idgaf persona,' but Adam makes him confess to you.

A/N: Another MJF fic. Hope You Enjoy!

You skipped down the hall, greeting everyone you saw. You were in a happy mood today, after winning your match to be the #1 contender for the TBS Championship.

As you turned the corner you accidentally bumped into someone, knocking down to the floor. You let out an 'oof' sound, looking up to see MJF. Max stood frozen, looking down at you.

The first time you've both encountered each other and he's fallen in love.

Behind him was Adam, eyes growing wide as he saw you on the floor. "Man, what are you doing? Help her off the floor!" Adam lightly scolded him, pushing him aside, and helping you off the floor.

You dusted yourself off. "I-I-" Max stuttered. "Awe, it's okay! I just need to watch where I'm going." Max wanted to say that it wasn't your fault, but he couldn't bring any words to say it.

That was noticed by Adam as he watched Max. He looked nervous and was quiet, not knowing what to say. Luckily, you broke the silence. "Well, I gotta go! I see ya later Adam and Max!" You waved, continuing to skip down the hall.

Max felt his heart leap into his chest at the way you said his name. For a couple of seconds he was looking in your direction. "Dude, you're staring." Adam's voice put Max's head back into reality. "I'm not." He denied, walking away from the spot. Adam only smiled, seeing his partner act this way.

About a week later on Dynamite Max and Adam was set to have a match against The Gunns. Max and Adam were training near the entrance, doing small stretches.

"Alright man. Let's go out and win this match." Adam said. Max nodded his head, eyes looking around. He noticed you talking to a group of girls, and without a thought, he walked over there.

Adam watched as Max made his way towards you and the girls, attempting to talk to you. "Oh, hey Max!" You greeted him with that beautiful smile. "Hey, do you know when your match is against Kris Statlander?"

You shrugged your shoulders. "I'm not sure. Maybe next week or 2." Max took note of the date. He wanted to watch your match and maybe even help you out. "Okay, let me know because I wanna watch your match." Your eyes glowed up at his words.

The MJF wanted to watch your match? It all sounds fake.

"Really?" You asked, sounding unsure. "Yeah! I think you do good in the ring." Your smile couldn't help, but get bigger after being praised from such talent.

The girls around you stayed silent as they watched the interaction between the two of you. Max, who's supposed to be a rude, mean heel, was being nice and complimenting your work in the ring.

Max's conversation was cut short when Adam called him. "Max, stop flirting with Y/n. You'll have time to do that after the match! Let's go!" A blush came to Max's face as he said those words.

The best part of it all is that you didn't deny it.

"Good luck. Win the match for me!" You joked, but Max took it seriously. He went out to the ring with Adam and had his match against The Gunns.

Max was playing the heel, but he wasn't as aggressive as he should've been and he started to notice that mid match, so he cranked up his adrenaline and began to be the heel fans know him as. After 10 minutes the match was over with Max and Adam picking up the win.

You cheered backstage, sitting in the catering and watching the match. Soon the boys came backstage, and they instantly came to the catering to get a cold water bottle.

You stood up, walking towards them. "Hey, good job on the match!" You praised them. Max actually smiled. "Yeah, we won. We won like you said we would." Max said, matching your boisterous tone.

Adam sighed, tired of seeing Max flirt with you, but not do anything. "Hey Y/n, I think Max has something to ask you." Max looked at Adam confused. What is he talking about? "Uh, no I don't?" Max said, giving Adam a look, but Adam ignored it.

"Yeah you do. Remember when you were talking about asking Y/n out to— OW!" Max quickly punched Adam's shoulder that was bruised by Austin during the match before dragging him away.

Max didn't stop until the two were in their shared locker room. "Man what the fuck was that out there?" Max yelled at Adam who frowned. "Hey, why are you mad at me? It's obvious that you like her, and I was just trying to help!"

Max pushed him back, pacing back and forth. "No, I don't like her, so you can stop that shit you're doing." Although Adam was hurt by Max's words he knew he was lying.

The way he was acting towards you isn't normal for someone like Max. "Man, y'know you like her. You're just in denial for whatever reason." Max didn't fight Adam this time, deciding to go take a shower to get his mind off you.

Time skip 2 weeks later and you had your match. You were ready, walking down the hall, feeling nervous.

This is your first ever title match and you're excited, but scared. What if the fans don't like you? What if you lose? Will you let the fans down, or will they be happy?

So many thoughts were going through your head and as if God was reading your mind, Max walked up to you. "Y/n." You stopped in your tracks. "Oh hey." You said, trying to give a smile, but it was clearly fake.

"Hey what's wrong? Ya nervous?" You nodded your head. "Yeah. I'm just overthinking a lot." Max understood your situation. "Hey, it's gonna be okay. I've been in the same situation before and even though it didn't turn out well the first time, I picked myself up and now look at me!" Max motioned to the belt that was sitting on his shoulder.

A real smile picked up on your face. "Y'know what? You're right! If I don't win, I still win in my books!" Max smiled seeing you happy again. He hated to see that pout on your face.

You went back to your happy self, skipping out to the ring. Then Kris came out, cheers erupting through the arena. This was gonna be hard. The match went well, times that had fans on their feet, but in the end they were one their feet for one person.

And it was for you.

You won the match, meaning you won the belt. Your first ever championship match and you win! The fans were happy and you couldn't be more happier. You celebrated in the ring, fresh tears spilling from your eyes.

Backstage, Max was watching with the biggest smile on his face. People around him couldn't believe it and quite frankly, he really didn't care.

Max was proud of you. Adam nudged his shoulder. "You so like her, bro." Max finally didn't deny. Over the span of 3 weeks, he fell in love with you. "I can help you confess to her. If you want me too." That caught Max's attention.

He looked at Adam, his left eyebrow cocking up. "How?" Adam began to go over the plan. "This might sound like something you'll see from a movie, but take this earpiece and repeat everything an say. Then bam, you'll get the girl." Max thought about it for a second.

He did want you, and he wasn't good with his words, so he agreed. "Okay. Let's get together at 7:00." Adam and Max made the plan and they went their separate ways.

Part of Max felt sad when he didn't get to see you right after your match, but when he saw all your co-workers and friends waiting for you, he knew he would be the last person on your mind.

7:00 PM

It was 7 and Max and Adam stood in a park. "Alright, remember the plan?" Max nodded his head. "She should be here in a couple of seconds." Just then, the sound of the grass being stepped in caught both of their attention.

Max looked up and saw you in a beautiful sundress, swaying down to your knees. "Max!" You yelled his name. Adam quickly ducked behind a tree, peeking around to watch the scene. "H-hey."

Adam spoke into the ear piece. 'Don't stutter, she'll know you're nervous.' Max smiled as if someone wasn't talking in his ear. "So you invited me out here?" You asked.

Adam spoke. "Confess to her."

Max ignored Adam's words, and spoke on his own. "Yeah, I wanted to congratulate you on your title win. I knew you could do it." You playfully scoffed, shooing your hand.

"Awe, it wasn't me. It was all you. If it wasn't for your reassuring words, I don't think I would've won!" Max looked down at the ground, not wanting you to see his face. "Uh, but that's not the only reason why I wanted you out here."

Max's mouth opened to continue, but he heard Adam's voice. "Why aren't you listening to me? Tell her you like her!"

Max shook his head. "I wanted to make a small confession to you, but please be patient. I'm not good with this kind of stuff." You tilted your head to the side in question. "Not good with what?"

Max took a deep breath before speaking. "For some reason, I'm attracted to you, and I don't know why." To Max those words sounded okay, but Adam started yelling in his ear. "Don't say that, it sounds like you wanna don't like her, or you’re calling her ugly. Switch it up!"

Max's eyes grew wide, as he tried to stutter out a different response. "I mean, I-I do like you, but-" You cut him off with a small chuckle. "I get it Max. Keep going." Max looked at you for a short second. "And I've been trying to hold back for a couple of weeks, but Adam keeps putting it in my head that I like you and I'm starting to realize that I do.”

You nodded, a smile coming to your face. "So what are you trying to say?" You asked him, hoping he would say the specific words. "I was hoping that you would go on a date with me?"

As soon as those last 6 words came out his mouth, you jumped on him, wrapping your arms around his body. Max let out a surprised sound, but his arms did snake around your waist to pull you closer

You stood there for a moment, soaking in each other's body warmth before you pulled back. You leaned forward and placed a sweet kiss on his cheek.

"Yes Max, I would love to go on a date with you. Call me when you're ready." Max stood there dumbfounded, watching as you walked away.

Adam came from behind the tree, pushing Max's body. "Man, you were supposed to listen to me, but good job lover boy. You got yourself a date." Max stayed silent, still looking at the spot you were at earlier. "You were so mad in love earlier, now look at you. Lovestruck over a girl."

Max didn't argue back at Adam's teasing. All he could think of was you and when y'all's date would be.

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bullet-clubs-bitch · 3 months

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Can you do the MJF x reader opposites. With smut?

Ying and Yang

An: I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO GET BACK TO I had this post drafted since September but forgot to post it!

MJF X Fem Reader 18+ minors do not interact

Summary: Max is a scumbag and everyone knows it, yet he has always had feelings for Y/n that he is struggling to keep to himself. Everyone adored Y/n and despised Max, maybe that’s what made them work. Word count: 1645

MJF MASTERLIST MAIN MASTERLIST

Max’s Pov

I stood backstage watching the group of people that surrounded Y/n. She wasn’t just one of the most popular wrestlers in AEW in the ring but she was also one of the most popular outside of the ring. I knew she acted like she loved all of the attention but deep down all she wanted was five minutes by herself. In a way I felt bad for her. Our co-workers attached themself to her like a leach, draining blood. They all wanted to be her friend but that didn’t mean she wanted to be friends with them. In a way, I feel that’s what made us a good pair. She was loved by all and I was hated.

I could tell by her body language that she wanted to escape the conversation she found herself in. She had just successfully defended the AEW Women's Championship against Toni Storm on this week's episode on Dynamite. The two of them put on an amazing main event. The moment she entered backstage several wrestlers immediately crowded her. Praising her work, wanting nothing but to talk with Y/n. I found it pathetic.

“It was nice talking with all of you but I have to get going” I heard Y/n say. It was almost like some of the people got offended that she left. Times like this I was glad no one liked me.

I followed Y/n to her private locker room and watched as she collapsed on the small couch in the middle of the room.

I sat down next to Y/n and started tracing circles along her exposed back. “Great match tonight”

My words were true, it was a fantastic clean match, neither of them taking any bad falls.

“I’m so tired” Y/n said as her face was buried into one of the cushions. “I just want to go home already!” The past few weeks were nothing but constant travel, unfortunately for us we would not be home for a while.

“I know you're tired Y/n” I told her trying to drag her sweaty body off the couch but failing to do so. “Let me help you” Y/n looked shocked by my words. “Why are you acting so weird, you want to help me? Are you feeling ok? How would you even help?” she asked.

“Friends help each other out don’t they?” Friends, a word I hated. Y/n and I would never work, we were too different but somehow we had actually become good friends, selfishly I wanted more but I knew that would be pushing my luck. Instead I pushed all of that aside and watched from afar. Secretly waiting for the right moment to strike, this was that moment.

“How would you be helping?” She asked, face still buried in the cushions

“First off you need a shower, you are all sweaty and gross. Since you're so tired maybe I can help with that” I told her, as I toyed with the zipper of her ring gear. “Then maybe after that we can go back to the hotel and I can help get rid of some of that stress. Let me take care of you Y/n, I know you need this.” I could tell she was hesitant, she was in a vulnerable state. My words were soft, trying not to scare her but I think that made her more hesitant.

“So, let me get this straight,” Y/n said, as she sat up. Back now pressed against the back of the couch. “You, Maxwell Jacob Friedman, want to ‘take care of me’?”

“Yes, I do, is that so hard to believe?”

“Yeah it is actually. But as much as I hate to admit you are right, I think I do need your help with this. I’m drained”

****

As I helped Y/n out of her gear I couldn’t help but let my eyes wander. She was even more gorgeous than I had imagined. I lathered her body up with bubbles and gently massaged the tender muscles in her shoulders. “You need to relax, you are tense,” I told her. “My everything is tense Max” She replied, with a slight annoyance in her voice.

The water burned against my skin but was comforting. Y/n then turned to face me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and held me in a tight embrace. My brain was trying to comprehend what was going on, somehow I couldn't believe this was actually happening. Y/n whispered a “Thank you” before placing a kiss on my collarbone and exiting the shower.

****

Soon Y/n and I left the arena for the evening and got to the hotel, both of us exhausted. I grabbed my things and met Y/n at her hotel room. When she opened the door to let me in I could feel my breath get caught in my throat. She wore a thin tank top that ended right before her navel along with lace panties. I wasn’t sure why I got so flustered, her ring gear was more revealing than her current outfit, not to mention the fact that I just was naked in the shower with her.

Y/n had a warm tired smile on her face as she greeted me, welcoming me inside her hotel room before going under the warm covers. I put my things down and cleaned up before joining her.

“So, what are we going to do now?” Y/n asked

“Whatever you want, I’m a simple man” I responded

“Whatever I want, you say?” Y/n asked with a smirk on her face

I might regret saying ‘Whatever you want’

***

Everything happened so fast, I found Y/n on top of me, straddling my hips. “I want to ride you Max” I could feel myself grow hard at her words. She started to grind on me, both of us clothed still but still providing just the right amount of pressure. My hands traced her hips, outlining the curves of her perfect figure. After the crazy night, I had my senses were on fire, I needed her and I needed her now, there was no time for foreplay.

I flipped us over so Y/n was underneath me. I could see the pout on her face, upset that I moved us. I quickly removed my clothing before turning to Y/n, removing her clothing slowly and carefully like she was a present I was unwrapping. Just then she pulled me close, kissing me passionately. We fought for dominance but in the end, I won, or so I thought. I had Y/n pinned on the bed, I held her hands together above her head in one hand and the other on her hips. I didn’t know how but she was able to free herself from my grasp, sliding out from under me. “This isn’t funny Y/n,” I told her with slight annoyance in my voice at the games she was playing. “You said whatever I want right?” Fuck, I knew that would bite me. “I mean I di-” “So Maxwell” Y/n said as she climbed back on the bed “Let me get what I want, let me take care of you,” She said, throwing the words I used earlier back at me.

Although I wanted to argue I couldn’t deny how gorgeous she would look riding my cock. “Fine, whatever” I replied as I laid down on my back. I watched as she slowly straddled my hips, grinding painfully slow on my hard and now angry cock. As much as I needed her now, I couldn’t deny that this was turning me on. “Y/n-” I began to protest against her teasing but she silenced me with a kiss. “Hush” was all she said as she slowly began to sink down on me, taking a moment to compose herself before she began to ride me. She felt like heaven around me, the way her sweet moans filled the room as she began to flutter around me. All of a sudden I felt this jealousy that she had done this to men before but also some pride knowing I would be a part of that. I met her thrusts, adding to deeper penetration. I could feel my orgasm approaching, quicker than I wanted to but everything just felt so good. I toyed with her nipples as she rode me, playing with one as I sucked on the other, then switching to the other. “Fuck Max!” Y/n called out which just made me laugh. I could feel she was close by the way she fluttered around me and the way her thrusts got sloppier. “Fuck you feel so good” I praised, feeding into her growing orgasm. “If you keep saying stuff like that you are going to make me cum” Y/n told me, almost as a warning. “Good,” I told her as I held her close, using her body to fuck myself. Just then I felt her orgasm, which triggered my own. The two of us were a moaning mess as we rode out our highs, making a mess all over each other.

For some reason, I found myself getting a bit emotional which is something I had never done. The number of one-night stands I had had over the years never affected me, the amount of people I had been with never made me feel this way. Was I that in love with Y/n? Was it the fact that this would probably be a one-time thing that made me so upset?

“Are you okay?” Y/n asked me carefully, holding my face in her hands

“Yeah, I-..Uh- I think I just need some air” I told her as I quickly grabbed a towel and went outside to the balcony to compose myself.

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thesupreme316 · 10 months

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hi i was wondering if you could do aew boys reacting to you getting injured this is my first request. i love you storys🩷

OF COURSE SWEETHEART and thank you so much for the kind words

AEW Stars React to You Getting Injured:

Pairings: Hook X Reader, Eddie Kingston X Reader, Dante Martin X Reader, Ricky Starks X Reader, MJF X Reader, Kenny Omega X Reader, Daniel Garcia X Reader

Word Count: 1.1K

Supreme Speaks: hiiiiii...sorry for the spam for the past couple of days (just wanna get these requests out and make room for more)...THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT AND LOVE. thank you to @aew190 for the request. also the reader is unspecified so gender neutral (tailor it to your liking). Please remember that you are loved and appreciated.

Warning: not proofread

Taglist: @wwenhlimagines @hooks-martin @aew190 @hookerforhook @sheinthatfandom @eddie-kingstons-wifey

Backstory:

You were in a match (with an opponent of your choosing)

You were about to attempt a diving move (or signature move)

But then your opponent countered it; causing you to slip and hit your shoulder first extremely hard

You felt immediate pain and laid on the mat for a little bit as the ref checked on you

You decided to continue the match and you won, making the crowd cheer

Clutching your shoulder, you were able to walk yourself to the back where your boyfriend/best friend sat

Hook:

Man is worried; but it’s concerning to those around him

Like this man has not moved, blinked, nothing since you took that bump

Even though it wasn’t that bad of a bump, you dislocated your shoulder

He just kept looking at how you clutched your arm in pain

Hook lightly hugged your other side and whispered “As long as you’re okay, everything is fine.”

This man would be the best nurse; you never would have to lift a damn finger

Hook carries your bags, has all your favorite drinks and snacks in his bookbag, and never complains

Gives frequent updates to The Lads

“They lifted their arm today….to throw a pillow at me. But still, progress.”

Will help you gain your strength through workouts and therapy

Eddie Kingston:

Man is worried but he runs around like a chicken with his head cut off

Cussing everyone and they momma out, “Fuck you, fuck you, hi Ishii, and FUCK YOU CLAUDIO”

After figuring out the injury was not as bad as it could have been, Eddie immediately becomes that nurse that will do their job while complaining

You: Can you help me put this hoodie on?

Eddie: Oh my gawd, you are so needy….but yeah fo sure I gotchu

He doesn’t like to see you in pain; will distract you with old wrestling or him just going off about people

Despite him saying that he doesn’t like you or want to help you, he will never leave your side and will do anything to comfort you during this

(Man will tell jokes but never lies)

Will act like everything he does is no problem or it means nothing, but it does mean something to both you and him

Is secretly planning for revenge

Kenny Omega:

THIS SWEETHEART WOULD BE CRUSHED

His heart would literally fall apart as he realized what happened

Keeps watching the match to make sure nothing else happens

When you come backstage, he already talked to Tony about taking you off TV for a little bit

Gives you all the time and attention in the world

Wears your merch for support

Gets online to find a specialist for your injury

Will not leave your side; Kenny might actually move into your house temporarily to help out

“Why the hell is all your cups so damn high? This is not safe for a short injured demon like yourself.”

Kenny will spend all his days playing video games with you, helping you around the house, and getting you back in shape for the ring

All to make sure that you’re okay and safe

Daniel Garcia:

Okay; hear me out

Man would freak out and then once learning that your injury is not that severe, would turn up

I’m talking man would act like you’re not hurt and drag you to every social gathering he could

Shit might throw you a recovery party

“One club, another club, another club, brunch, another club.”

It’s his way of comforting you; as a person who was injured, he was deprived of socializing with others

He doesn’t want that for you; he wants you to recognize that just because of your injuries, doesn’t mean that you have to miss out on your friends

Will do anything if you ask him though

Daniel will also FaceTime you a lot so that you’re not missed throughout the locker room;

“Everyone say hi to Y/N, now everyone boo them cause they're not here.”

Ricky Starks:

Man is worried at first because he’s fought numerous injuries before

More or so worried about the aftermath of it for you; doesn’t want you to get left behind

Instantly thinks of ways for you to be on TV without being in the ring and pitches them on your behalf

Ricky: So then, Y/N interrupts them and is like “Hell No” like Brandi to Jade

TK: Ricky I-

Ricky: Wait your turn…..jackass

Is forever right beside you in case you need anything; doesn’t want you to feel alone

Will go with you to all your consultations and stuff, bring you all your favorite food and stuff

I also think Ricky would be the one to stop everything just to check on you; where it’s over the phone or in person

Also, if you have a cast or a brace, Ricky will bedazzle it in your sleep

Dante Martin:

THIS BABY

HE SUCH A BABY

As he is injured and his brother suffered from numerous injuries, he was instantly feeling bad for you

Lets you know that you are not alone

Sits backstage with you as The Lads got matches and storylines; talks about anything and nothing

I think (because of the fact Dante and I were born in the same year) Dante would definitely be cracking jokes about this

“At least we got each other during this. I got one leg and you got one arm, we’re practically one full person.”

Dude will do anything to make you smile;

Feels more content and happy with you beside him

Ya’ll are constantly pushing each other to go to physical therapy and recovery

if ya’ll weren’t dating beforehand, you definitely are now

MJF:

Instantly roasts you on Twitter

….Idk why you expected anything else…

Anyways, he would definitely take care of you by giving care and attention

While roasting you to your face; you are never safe from this man’s wrath

“You look like death…..NO YOU LIKE OPTIMUS PRIME WHEN HIS ARM GOT SLICED OFF AHAHA”

Will buy you unnecessary and extreme items for your recovery; but claims that he needs the state-of-the-art towel warmer (really it's for you)

ALSO the man will buy you a Burberry scarf and tell you it’s a fake, but it's actually real

I think he genuinely feels bad that you are injured and will try to make your life easier during this time in his own way

If he can’t be there for you, he’s bringing you on the road to keep an eye on you; will never leave you alone tbh

To others, Max just doesn’t really care for you but you and him both know that he’s trying his best and that’s all that matters

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