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of-twilight-and-moonshadow · 1 year

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My Idiot - Adam Cole x Emery

Part of my Dark Angel of the Bullet Club Series

Tag List: @summertimefun1982 @blxxckheart @regalbanshee

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“I hope you guys don’t mind—I’ve got a guest—” Adam smiled as he got comfortable in his chair.

“What guest—” Breeze began to ask, before Emery wheeled her chair into the frame, causing Creed to gasp.

“No—”

“Heyyyyy Creed,” Emery smiled devilishly, waving her fingers at the camera.

“It’s you.” Creed seethed, his eyes wide.

“Yepp, Lil ole me. Didn’t ya miss me?”

Emery watched in amusement as Creed began talking to himself, looking down at his desk to avoid the camera.

“We haven’t even begun and Creed’s losing it!” Breeze yelled in amusement, leaning back in his chair as he laughed.

“No—no, you don’t understand—” Creed started, trying to tell Breeze and Claudio about what happened the last time he and Emery met for a game.

“Now now, Creed. That’s water under the bridge,” Emery gently told him, Adam sitting beside her with a huge grin on his face, “All in the past. Let’s forget and forgive—and move on—”

“Forget and forgive?!”

“I didn’t realize this would be a thing,” Adam laughed.

“Why is she there?” Creed asked him, stone-faced.

“Britt had her over, but she had to go to the office,” Adam explained, “I knew we’d be doing this, so I invited her to watch. Besides, Ree and I haven’t had the chance to hang out much.”

“Yeah, it’s nice. Like old times,” Emery agreed with a smile, before putting on a sad face, “But, if it’s really that much of a problem, I’ll leave...” She got up from her chair and walked out of frame, as Creed cheered.

“Thank the Lord!”

“Nah nah nah!” Breeze interjected, “I like seeing you sweat man—Chugs, bring her back!”

“No!”

“C’mon! Swiss, What’cha say, man? Majority rules here.”

“Swiss—” Creed warned, but to no avail.

“I say... bring the lady back.”

Adam laughed as Emery slid back into the frame, gently plopping back into her chair with a smile on her face.

“Fine,” Creed grumbled, leaning back in his chair.

“I don’t know why she wants to watch this though- Chugs always loses anyhow,” Breeze cackled.

“Ah come on man!”

“Hey now—if I remember correctly, the one who lost most of the games last year was Creed,” Emery said, defending Adam.

“Thank you!” he smiled to her, at the same time Creed objected.

“Hey! I did not--!”

“Actually, you did,” Claudio agreed, “I can bring up the numbers if you’d like.”

“Let’s just play—” Creed frowned, grabbing his controller and connecting to Uno.

“Tell you what, Creed, to make it interesting for you,” Emery told him, but he brushed it off, pretending to not be interested; Breeze was listening with a huge smirk on his face though, and even Claudio seemed to be listening, “If Adam happens to, for some reason, place in third or fourth tonight—I’ll eat a whole lemon.”

“A whole lemon?” Creed repeated, finally showing he was paying attention to her, “Not a single wedge, not a half of a lemon—a whole lemon?”

“The whole thing—minus the rind and seeds,” Emery nodded, “That enough to perhaps get you to cool your jets?”

“…. Fine.”

“So, while you guys start- I’m going to raid your fridge,” she said, looking over at Adam, “See if you have a lemon or not. If not, it’ll have to be an I owe you that I’ll film later with you guys.”

“Deal,” Creed nodded, jumping on in instantly as the game started.

Forty-five minutes later, the score wasn’t looking too good. Claudio had one win and was at 142 points, Adam had one win and was at 119 points, Breeze had two wins and was at 403 points, and Creed had two wins while at 388 points. If either Breeze or Creed won their current round, Adam would be in last place.

After raiding his fridge, Emery had returned to the room lacking a lemon and promised to do the punishment at another time—and Creed was sure to hold her to it.

“C’mon, switch with me, c’mon—” Adam pleaded as he looked through his near twenty cards, his finger ready to hit the jump-in button should it come up.

“Let it happen, boys—let it happen!” Breeze cackled, only having three cards—correction, two cards in his hand.

“Chugs this is gonna be on you,” Creed told him, playing a green 9.

“No, don’t leave it up to me! C’mon, guys!” Adam cried, a smile on his face as Claudio played a special card.

“Garbage man—Garbage!” Breeze griped, as his cards were shown to everyone. A yellow plus two and red four.

“Okay, Chugs—get ’im,” Claudio encouraged.

“I can’t get him! Uh---” Adam frantically looked through his cards as Emery watched silently. She would not get involved, no matter how much she wanted to.

“You got this,” Emery told him confidently, her shoulder sagging in dismay as Adam quickly played a green four.

“Chugs--!” Creed exclaimed, as Breeze quickly put down his red four and pressed the uno button.

“LET IT HAPPEN BOYS!” Breeze yelled excitedly.

“Hurrrrrrt’m,” Creed said, as he put down a red skip, causing Claudio to gripe at him, “C’mon Chugs, hurrrrrrt’m.”

“I uh--- I---” Adam panicked, scrolling through his cards. Emery watched with bated breath, her eyes widening as he stopped on one card. “This is all I got to hurt him with--!”

She facepalmed as he placed down a blue draw two, confident it would work; instantly, the whole group was in an uproar as Creed and Claudio called foul, and Breeze cackled loudly as he put down his yellow plus two, effectively winning the game.

“Thanks for the bonehead play there Chugs!”

“Ah, noooo!” Adam cried out, slouching back in his chair, his palm smacking his forehead.

“You’re such an idiot,” Emery shook her head, a soft smile on her face. Adam dropped his hand, looking over at her with his own smile.

“Well, at least I’m your idiot, right?”

“For the past seven years, you sure are.”

#aew #wwe #all elite wrestling #world wrestling entertainment #imagine #fanfiction #Da Party #OC #original female character #OC Emery #dark angel of the bullet club #Adam Cole #Austin Creed #Tyler Breeze #claudio castagnoli #uno

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the-kipsabian · 2 years

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since max dupri is out of the maximum male models picture/back to being la knight

this is the prime time to bring back someone with a model background and three m's in their social media handles who has obviously been doing more work with wwe again... 👀

#tyler breeze im talking about tyler breeze #prince p(r)etty himself. mmmgorgeous #i mean it would be perfect. imagine maxine wanting to bring them a modeling mentor now that knight it out #its especially good since breeze is an actual trainer in an actual wrestling school #just gimme this i love maximum male models already so much this would be so perfect #wrestling musing

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disturbedbeautywrites · 2 months

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Too close to home - Tyler Owens Imagine

A/N: Alright babes, so here she is. Hope you guys like it. This is based off an actual tornado I experienced last year (Gotta love tornado alley).

Spring. It was your favorite season and also your least favorite season at the same time. It was the time of year when they flowers started to bloom, it started to warm up, and everyone seemed happier. However, it was also the time of year when tornadoes were the most prevalent. Living in tornado alley meant you were well versed in the forces of nature. They were big. They were mean. They didn’t care what was in their way. Ever since you were a kid, they scared you. You knew the signs and you watched out for them when they came.

It was the dark clouds. It was the smell of rain in the air. It was the cool air and the warm breeze mixing together to bring a perfect mix of chaos. It absolutely terrified you; especially since you worked at a news station and saw what happened when you covered storm damage.

Now, your boyfriend, was a whole other story. You were dating the tornado wrangler himself, Tyler Owens, and the two of you could not be anymore different in your opinions on the monstrous forces of nature. He thought they were beautiful and wanted to chase after them. You thought they were horrible and wanted to stay far away. But, each and every spring you let him chase his passion as long as he promised to keep himself safe and always come back home. He promised and had yet to break it.

It was your two year anniversary and the two of you were cuddled up in bed watching a movie. There was a tornado warning in the area, but Tyler had been watching the tornado tracker on his phone and he felt like there was next to no chance that the ones on the ground would come anywhere near your shared home. Most nights, he would be out chasing the storm with his crew, but he had agreed to stay home with you tonight to spend time with you to celebrate your anniversary.

Your head was on his chest and his fingers were combing through your hair, both your eyes locked on the TV. Outside, the storm was starting to pick up. The thunder was starting to get louder and the rain was starting to pound on the window harder; hail starting to mix in with it. Your eyes widened at the sound, but Tyler didn’t seem to even blink twice, his hand moving down to soothe down your spine. Of course, leave it to the tornado chaser to not even blink at a severe storm. You wished you shared his bravery, but you definitely did not. As the storm started to progress he picked up his phone to check the weather and the tornado tracker, still seeing that there was nothing coming towards you guys and you were safe to not take shelter.

But, as you were sitting there you could start to hear a train in the distance sound like it was passing through and you felt confusion start to cloud your mind. You didn’t remember any train tracks near your house.. But, it definitely sounded like there was a freight train passing by. You looked at Tyler just as his phone rang, one of the guys he chased with calling him.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead and went to standup, answering the call. He pulled the blinds back and revealed a severely dark sky outside your window before he looked at you, eyes wide. The train was getting louder and louder. “Yeah. Ya’ll stay safe.” Just as he was going to hang up the phone, the entire house went dark as the power went out. In the dark and the silence of the house you could barely make him out walking swiftly towards you. He was normally calm about everything so the swift way he was moving made a sense of dread settle through your bones and into your stomach. You had never seen him like this and you had watched him race towards tornadoes hundreds of times by now without even seeming to be phased. But, whatever was happening right now had him rattled.

“We have to get to cover now.” That was all he said as he reached out for your hand, lacing your fingers together as he pulled you towards the back door of your shared home. You had never once heard him warn you to take shelter, so something really bad must be happening. The two of you made your way outside and everything was super dark. Rain was pelting down from the sky in massive drops as it mixed with hail. The wind was whipping around you and Tyler held your hand tight as the two of you made your way towards the door that was propped up outside of the ground. He started to open it, turning around to see a massive funnel cloud making its way right towards your house.

You felt your blood run cold as it started to descend down towards the ground and you heard him urging you to hurry, reaching out to grab your wrist. He was yelling something but you couldn’t hear him over the wind, you just could make out the sound of him yelling but the words were incomprehensible. You felt a tug on your wrist as he ushered you inside, standing to take in the beauty of the descending tornado as it tore down on your neighborhood quickly.

“Ty!” You yelled out for him as you made your way down the stairs, the chaos of everything making you feel more panicked than you already were. But, the look on his eyes said everything. The passion. The dedication. “She’s damn perfect.” You could tell he was either saying the words or mouthing them, but the wind was taking possession of his voice. You knew he was wishing he was chasing this storm. However, that would’ve meant you would be dealing with this alone. You had never been in a storm like this before and now you were about to be in the eye of a tornado.

He finally snapped out of his trance and made his way down into the cellar with you. He slammed the door shut behind him, locking it into place with the deadbolt as you turned on the flashlight on your phone.

Luckily when you had moved in you had stocked the storm shelter with some food and water and a bag of clothes for each of you if you guys would end up needing it. But, you hoped and prayed you wouldn’t. You turned on the lantern the two of you kept down there as you grabbed one of the few blankets you had down there and you tried to make yourself comfortable, hearing the wind howl outside through the door.

“C’mere.” The southern drawl was the first thing you heard your boyfriend say since the two of you had left the house. He had his arm out for you as he turned his phone on to the weather channel, pulling up the radar as the weatherman went on and on about the tornado that was now knocking on your front door.

Your heart was racing and you felt like you couldn’t breathe as you slid in close to his side, covering both of your laps with the blanket as you tried not to think about what could potentially be happening a couple of feet above you. Would it take the house? Would it take your trucks? The barn? You didn’t want to think about it and you hid your face in his arm as he slid a hand under your shirt, rubbing soft circles into your skin with his thumb. “Itll be alright, darlin’.” You knew it would be, but the anxiety was still running rampant through you as well as guilt for him staying home with you tonight.

“I’m sorry you’re here and not out there right now.” Your voice felt too quiet for the situation, but you let it stay like that. Ever since you had started dating, you had never made him miss a storm. You had always told him to go. Told him to just be safe and keep you updated. Every single time he did. But, tonight he had insisted and now it was eating at you.

You felt his eyes look down at you as he sat his phone down, now using his free hand to tilt your chin to look up at him. “I would rather be here with you. If I was chasing that storm, I would be trying to outrun it to get home to you,” He kept his eyes locked on yours as the words left his lips, the normally cocky smile he wore replaced by a small, genuine one. He started to stroke your cheek with his thumb, leaning down to capture your lips to seal the words in. “There will be other storms. But there’s only one you. I’m glad I was here to keep you safe.” The words were barely a whisper as he leaned his forehead against yours, a smile forming on your lips as you kissed him again.

There might be damage done by the storm and you would probably be cleaning up debris for a couple of months, if not longer. But, you had Tyler and he had you and both of you were safe. That was all that mattered as you cuddled up to him in the storm shelter and waited for the all clear, updates coming in from his guys as they chased the storm that came just a little too close to home this time.

Tag list: @mamachasesmayhem @paigewinchester67

#Tyler Owens imagine #Tyler Owens imagines #Glen Powell imagines #Glen Powell imagine #twisters imagine #Tyler Owens #Tyler Owens one shot #Tyler Owens fanfiction #Glen Powell fanfiction #Glen Powell fanfic #twisters imagines #twisters one shot #twisters #twisters 2024

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skyland2703 · 8 months

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📂 + Tyler Navarro

I'm so obsessed with these I can't even

Has a TERRIBLE music taste. Yes, riding around in his car is fun, yes the breeze is nice, yes he’s a good driver, BUT getting into his jeep has the elevated risk of hearing the worst songs you can ever imagine. And he doesn’t even let anyone change the radio. “I’m driving! So it’s gotta be my thing! Otherwise I lose focus— do you WANT an accident?”

These are songs that even Koda and Sir Ivan cannot tolerate.

Chase considers it synonymous with suicide, to get into Tyler’s keep without earphones, Riley tries so hard to ignore, Kendall just never sits in his jeep, always bringing a separate van along, which the team try to get into as much as they can— the ones who can’t make it in time…. Are stuck with Tyler’s music.

Sometimes he does shut the music up, yes, but at what cost?

Send “📂 + Character” for a random yet completely useless headcanon I have

You and me both, anon, you and me both 😂

#power rangers #dino charge #power rangers Dino charge #power rangers Dino supercharge #Dino supercharge #Tyler Navarro #koda #sir Ivan of zandar #chase rendall #random useless headcanons

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of-comfort-and-love · 10 months

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Scrubs Are Not For The Summer

Originally started on: 07/04/2023

Word Count: 434

Omg, I just remembered I'm a writer. XD

Finally got inspired to write something. It's summer and it's hot and I'm all sweaty and muggy and yucky and I hate it!!!

So, I figured why not let my Trau.ma Cen.ter insert suffer with me. Pfft- It was honestly about time I wrote something for this game.

It must be very difficult to work in a hospital when it's so hot outside. I hope they have good air conditioning.

For the record, this takes place after the events of Under The Knife 2.

Doubles DNI. If you ship, Der/Ang (Der.ek X An.gie), please be respectful and don't mention the ship to me, as it makes me uncomfortable. Thanks for understanding!

Tag List: @topstarodeo @rose-wine-selfships @syos-princess @ofieugogyshz @vaporvvave @bipocselfship-archive @so-sang-the-hollow @luvsailor @mystrunmah) Please let me know if you want your name added/removed.) 🙏🏾

"I. hate. Summer." I scorned through clenched teeth, dabbing the beads of sweat off my neck with a paper towel.

"Hate's a strong word to use, Crystal.", Dr. Stiles replied with a chuckle as he handed me a water bottle.

I scoffed and rested it on a nearby desk, glaring at the frosty drops of water dripping off the side.

Unfortunately for us, the air conditioner in the offices broke down, so we were stuck with other options to keep cool when we weren't operating.

Chilled water bottles from the freezer. Fans with rotating heads that didn't have strong enough power.

Those were all fine, but it didn't compare to the cool breeze from the AC. It didn't help that we were stuck in our scrubs.

"You know, we should plan a beach day for the whole office," Derek suddenly declared, his eyes focused on the computer as he looked through various files.

"A beach day, huh? I don't think I'd consider myself a beach type of gal," I scratched my chin before sipping my water. It was definitely needed, especially in this god-awful heat.

"Heh, I'm certain everyone could use a day at the beach once in their life. Besides, wouldn't you prefer to be taking a nice dip in the water instead of getting all muggy in this warm office?"

He did make a good point. Although I've never been to the beach before so...

"What do you think would suit me better- a bikini or a one-piece? Regardless, my ass is gonna be out in public."

I couldn't help but chuckle at that last comment. The sudden pause from the keyboard typing took me out of my funny moment.

"O-oh well uh..."

I looked over and noticed Derek's ears were flushed a bright red.

Was he really imagining me in a swimsuit? Geez, what a perv...

"I think you'd look amazing in anythi- AH!"

My sudden kiss on his burning earlobes left him unable to finish his sentence.

"Wrong answer, Dr. Stiles", I whispered teasingly, giggling as he held his head and his hand.

"Derek, you sly dog. Remind me to give you two plenty of alone time on that company retear to the beach.", another voice exclaimed with a suave tone.

Now it was my turn to get flustered. I whipped my head around to see none other than Tyler himself, a wide smirk spread across his face.

"M-mind your business, Chase!"

He burst into laughter, my face now beginning to burn from embarrassment.

Way to ruin the moment. Note to self: put a lock on Dr. Stiles' office door...

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tylersnecktattoo · 5 days

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With no safety net

CHAPTER 1 here

CHAPTER 2: “took one fucking look at your face, now I wanna know how you taste”

Warnings: Smut! (male masturbation), mentions of smut, mentions of substance abuse and angst

Word count: 2.7 K

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The first thing coming to his senses as he enters the kitchen is the cool breeze brushing past his body, and then there she was with the window wide open as she was bent over it, fanning the most of her upper body she could reach without falling down from the window. She had also taken her sweatshirt off and hung it on the closest chair to her, leaving her in just her flared jeans and a figure hugging plain white tee. Seeing her like that with her newly revealed curves and being bent over in a position like that immediately got him feeling hot as he tried his hardest to not imagine the dirtiest shit going through his mind right now, but it was hard. Not when she just had to look so damn pretty. Bet she’d look prettier when I bend her over, pounding her until she squirts around my cock, he managed to think before he mentally slapped himself and told himself to fucking behave. She was his friend's unfairly stunning cousin and she certainly wasn’t some girl he could treat like the women he took home at night. This was different. She was different. He cleared his throat and filled himself a glass of water from the tap for the sake of the sounds so she was aware that she wasn’t alone anymore.

He sees her turn around and he gets a good look at her front body and how good that t-shirt is hugging her slim waist and her plump breasts as she looked at him with a slightly surprised face. Don’t fucking gawk at her tits like a fucking creep, he mentally cussed himself out as his blue eyes locked with hers again and gave her his signature charming smile. “Mind if I keep you company?”

The Australian hottie wants to be here? “I don’t really need it if you do it out of sympathy because you think I’m feeling so miserable all by myself here”

He chuckles, “not asking because of that”

She closes the window ajar. “Then you can take your seat” she gestures her hand to the chair as she puts her sweatshirt back on before sitting down. It was probably for the best since Tyler wouldn’t know what he’d fucking do if he kept seeing those big breasts without being able to do anything about it. At least not yet.

“You’re not living up to the hype, you know” he says as he sits down, facing her, hiding his amused grin by taking a sip of his water. Also because he had to cool himself down from that damn show she pulled earlier.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Dylan. All this big talk about you being so fun to be around but I’m seeing just the opposite” He says with a teasing tone, locking eyes with her on purpose as he leans back on the chair, crossing his arms and giving her a view of his big arms.

Those biceps.

She lets out a huff with the tiniest hint of smile on her plump lips. “Then why are you sitting here with me?”

“Because I want to get to know you. And I think you’re beautiful”. Fuck, was that too risky?

She raises her eyebrows at him and lets out a soft chuckle. “Straight to the point, huh?”

He grins, “Always been”. Is she interested or is she just playing around?

“I like that”. Yep, she’s interested. She’s smiling at him and her body language is less tense as she’s more leaned forward against the table. “So you think my bland personality will make up for my good looks?”

He chuckles as he also leans forward against the table. “I never said you had a bland personality”

“The opposite of being a fun person? Yeah that’s what a bland personality is”

She keeps him on his toes. He likes that. Shit, what about her doesn’t he like?

“Well, I didn’t mean it like that” he says, aware that she’s just teasing him

She fully smiles now. “What did you mean then?”

“Just that maybe you weren’t feeling it today. Probably a bad day at work. Shit happens, yeah?” He pauses before he adds with a playful tone, “Or maybe you weren’t just feeling like talking and being open when you’re in a room with people you have nothing in common with and didn’t even feel like coming in the first place but you felt like you were obligated to because you had already turned your cousin down too many times before, and you got so fed up the whole situation that you wanted space so you went here, and here we are because I just wanted to have an excuse to be with you alone”

She blinks at him a couple times before letting out an impressed scoff. “Wow, I don’t know if I should be amazed or creeped out” she narrows her eyes at him. “How the hell did you know all that?”

A grin tugs on his lips. “I’m just an observant person”

She chuckles and shakes her head, “Still doesn’t explain how you could figure all that out though. That takes a lot more than just being observant. You work with the feds or something?” She jokingly asks.

He lets out his laugh with a snort. “Nah I think that’s just the opposite to what I do” he says as he doesn’t bother to hide his amused face as he waits for how she’s going to respond to that. Most women didn’t like what he did for a living and with his so-called “difficult” personality on the side, it resulted in him only having flings and hookups, which he didn’t mind because he could get any woman he wanted with his looks and ways with a woman. Plus, what was so bad about fucking hot blondes every weekend? But he was 32 now and got tired of going on with the casualty, and was not better than finding a woman you really wanted to try with if it wasnt with the most fucking beautiful woman he had ever seen sitting across him, that now had her brows knitted at him.

“Okay that gave me absolutely nothing. If you think we're gonna have a guessing game about what you do then get out of here. I hate guessing”

He laughs harder as he rests his forearms on the table. She’s feisty. “Are you always like this?”

“I'm just being honest” she replies with a shrug as she crosses her leg, looking at him with a teasing smile that makes that damn dimple pop out. She’s having a good time and she doesn’t even bother to hide it. “So are you going to tell me or do I have to wait 3-5 business days to know that very sacred thing about you” she sarcastically asserted, making it harder for him to not be more captivated by her than he already is

“I’m a merc. Black market.”

Now that got her attention as she raised her brows at his very blunt answer. “Is that like, a real thing?”

“Yep”

She cocks her head up at him “For real?”

“Yeah”

“Damn” she marveled. “That’s tough”

He chuckled lightly, “‘That’s tough’? That’s all you have to say?”

“It doesn’t matter what I say. Why would you let me judge you when we’ve only started talking like 20 minutes ago?” she said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, and that kind of threw him off guard. She really didn’t care about it? He was almost in a fascinated kind of trance when she broke him out of it, “it does kinda suit you though, with this whole look going on” she says as she moves her hand in a circular motion at him in the air.

“Yeah? Care to explain what you mean by that?” he says in an amused tone as he unconsciously leans in a bit closer to her

Should I go flirty now? Fuck it, I’m gonna go flirty. “You got the looks for it. You have a rough look with that body and that tattoo on your neck. But it’s attractive” she states as she crosses her forearms on the table.

Smirking, he says, “attractive, eh?”

“Yeah, you heard me the first time so don’t try to play coy now.”What’s up with these bitchy ass replies when I’m trying to act flirty?

That brings another chuckle from him as he remembers what Dylan told him about her. She’s no weak flower. “What do you do anyway, beautiful?” he asks, changing the subject to something easier.

It was only fair since she knows what he does now, something he shouldn’t even have said that soon in the first place. Honestly, he wouldn’t even be surprised if she was a model or something. She had this sexiness to her with those curves and tits. Fuck, he couldn’t wait until he got his hands on her body. She had to let him. He’d fucking die if he couldn’t at least get a kiss from her at some point. Now, did he sound like a horny teenager that has just discovered sexuality? Yes. Was he ashamed of it? Absolutely not. Could you even blame him? Everything that was sexy, she had. But she also had this innocent kind of beauty to her with that damn angelic face of hers and those alluring big, black eyes that he tried his best to not look too long at. He could complete every mission at work with ease and kill men with his bare hands, but not get lost in those eyes? It felt like a mission impossible. And every time he’d look at her face he just wanted to kiss every damn freckle she had scattered across her cheeks, or even better, those plump lips that were just teasing him by its mere existence. Would she let him kiss her? He really fucking hoped she would at some point because he’d bet it would be the best kiss of his life. Was she even real? It sure as fucking hell didn’t feel like it.

“I teach”

It was his turn to get surprised. In his logic, she was simply too beautiful looking to be a teacher. “You teach? Like, preschool kids and stuff?”

“More like high school kids. Psychology and sociology”

She was intellectual too? Hot. “You don’t look like you’re a teacher” he says as he decides to tease her just for the hell of it, “I don’t think it suits you very well though. You look like you just graduated high school. Can you even pull it off?”

She narrows her eyes at him as she gives out a scoff. Hot aussie has got a big mouth huh? I didn’t study my ass off while fighting depression and an oxycontin addiction and lastly trying to deal with my crumbling engagement just for some man to tell me that my job doesn’t fit me without me letting it slide. Pretty privilege could get you far but not THAT far. “For your information, I pull it off just fine and who are you to even question me like that? Just because you’re my cousin's friend and I respect him doesn’t give you the green light to say whatever you want so don’t get too comfortable.”

He’d lie if he didn’t say that made his cock stir a bit. Great, he just wanted to get her a little pissed off because he bet she’d look cute being all upset and now he had to fight the betrayal of his body to not get hard. Deep breaths mate, deep breaths. His amused smile turns into a grin as he teasingly says, “Oh, did I hit a sore spot there? Did I get the hot high school teacher all cranky?”

Now it was turn for her body to betray her as she let out a laugh when she wanted to stay pissed at him. “What’s wrong with you?”

“There’s a long list for that. And I was just messing with you, beautiful. Bet you’re a bloody good teacher. But psychology and sociology? That’s pretty damn niche”

“Says the black market mercenary. You couldn't just have stayed in the army like a normal person? She teases

“You couldn’t teach something common like English or math like a normal person?”

That causes her to chuckle once again, feeling like she hasn’t had this much fun talking to a man since forever. Especially not with Dylan's friends that only seemed to think with their dicks and had zero shame with objectifying her when Dylan wasn’t paying attention. “I actually enjoy talking to you”

That almost got him blushing like a teenager. Almost. “Yeah? Before you were pretty quick to put me in my place but now you’ve done a 180. Feel like I’m getting mixed signals here”

“Well, I don’t regret putting my time into talking to you and I think you’re fun. Does that answer what I’m feeling?”

Time to get bolder, he couldn’t let her go so another man could take her out and potentially make her his. “Depends. Do you think I'm fun enough that I can get your number and take you out on a date?”

Why did that make her smile more than she intended to? He had made her feel the tiny couple of butterflies during their conversation, especially when he’d call her beautiful. But now the butterflies got a tad bit more inside her as they exchanged numbers and talked a bit more, words just flowing with each other as she had completely forgotten that she should spend some time with Dylan since she was in his house and came for his sake in the first place. But he should be fine though, it’s not like he didn’t have his other friends to talk to.

Time went unbelievably fast as she had to leave before getting a parking ticket, catching up with Dylan for good measure as he walked her to her car. And when she got home, she just felt happy as she unconsciously smiled to herself while she thought of Tyler. She wasn’t completely crushing yet but something about him made her mood go up. But Tyler on the other hand, he was down bad. Real bad. And he wasn’t sure if he loved the impact she had on him. He didn’t want to be some simp but it was difficult when he had the number of the world's most beautiful woman in his contacts. He couldn’t stop thinking about it, or her for that part either as he laid in his bed thinking about all that feminine beauty she possessed. If the word beauty would be a person, it would be her.

She was just so seductive without even trying and the longer he thought about it, the more blood flowed south to his groin that was now painfully straining against his boxers. Now, to his defense, if she wouldn’t be his friends cousin, he’d fuck off with the respect and modesty and take her home so he could fuck her like there was no tomorrow.

But that wasn’t the case now, which led him to rubbing his glistening mushroom tip and slowly pumping down his shaft, groaning and desperately wished that it was her pussy he was fucking. He pumped harder and faster as he imagined her moaning under him, slick walls enveloping every inch he had to offer. Or her being on her knees while he ran his hands through her beautiful copper brown hair, making it to a makeshift ponytail as she twirled her tongue around his cock and sucked him off until he was a groaning mess. Deep gone in fantasy land, relentlessly fucking his fist and the sound of his wet skin slapping filling his bedroom as his dick twitched and he growled out a deep “fuck” before cumming all over his sheets. And there he laid, panting as he’d just jerked off at the thought of her like a fucking perv while she laid in her bed in her apartment, in contrast to him, innocently thinking about him as she genuinely couldn’t wait for when he’d reach out for her about their upcoming date.

#chris hemsworth #chris hemsworth fanfiction #extraction fanfiction #tyler rake #tyler rake drabble #tyler rake fanfiction #tyler rake fic #tyler rake smut #tyler rake x female reader #tyler rake x reader #chris hemsworth smut #chris hemsworth fanfic #tyler rake x you #chris hemsworth x reader

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full name odessa kinsley zindelli . nicknames odie , des , dessa . age twenty - four ( 24 ) . occupation forward for the u . s . women’s national soccer team . traits driven , dishonest . theme song shapeshifting by taylor acorn . zodiac gemini . gender cis female . pronouns she / her . sexual + romantic orientation bisexual , biromantic . faceclaim olivia scott welch .

𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱.

the saints , andy mineo + kb + trip lee ┈ bones , imagine dragons ┈ run boy run , woodkid ┈ running up that hill , kate bush ┈ river , bishop briggs ┈ new level , king kyle lee ┈ bonkers , armand van helden + dizzee rascal ┈ nate growing up , labrinth ┈ you’re gonna go far kid , the offspring ┈ holding out for a hero , bonnie tyler .

𝔟𝔦𝔬𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔭𝔥𝔶.

odessa zindelli only ever grew up with a father and four brothers. she was the middle child , every sibling almost exactly two years apart. [ trigger warning : death . ] when her youngest brother was born , her mother died in a boating accident on her anniversary with odessa’s father. casper zindelli was left to raise all five children on his own. [ end trigger warning . ] he was a soccer coach at the time and every one of his kids had the desire to play in order to stay close with him. odessa trained with her brothers beginning at a young age , starting out as just a goalie because the boys wanted to go off and be the forwards , but she quickly earned her place in the family as she grew up.

she played all throughout elementary school and middle school , climbing her way to the top each year and earning herself multiple hometown high scores to put under her belt. upon entering high school , she became one of the most recognized soccer players on the east coast due to her dedication to practices and her natural agility when it came to the sport. she grew close with her teammates and coaches , milking the whole teenage athlete dream as much as she could while her brothers also played for their schools. they were nowhere near as good as odessa had become – earning athlete of the month twice a year for four years straight in high school , beating the school’s winning streaks , stepping up as varsity captain when she was just a freshman. she was every high school soccer coach’s wet dream , basically.

not only was she extremely talented when it came to sports , but she was also smart. with an eidetic memory and the ability to fly through her classes , high school became nothing more than a breeze to her. this got the attention of recruiters and she got multiple scholarships offered to her all throughout high school for college. ultimately , she chose to go with the university of california at berkeley , where she would soon begin playing all throughout college. her college years didn’t last long , though , because she graduated a year early and became one of the youngest players to earn a spot on the u.s. olympic women’s soccer team at just twenty-one years old.

the following year , she became a co - captain of the team and has been ever since. she earned her spot as a forward and is responsible for bringing the team to many , many victories alongside her teammates. she takes her career very seriously , utilizing any and every gym she can while also trying to make the most of her youth.

[ trigger warning : injury . ] in august of 2022 , tragedy struck during an intense semifinal against canada. she got tangled up in a nasty rivalry against the opposite team’s defense and ended up with both a wrist fracture and torn meniscus. the healing process for that wasn’t as quick as she wanted it to be , but she was on bed rest for a while. [ end trigger warning . ]

now that she’s getting back into the groove of things , odessa is focused on work and the upcoming season that starts at the end of january. while difficulties came with the injuries and she’s been in pain every so often without getting a doctor to look at it , odessa’s convinced she won’t have any problems in the upcoming season. her body , however , isn’t so sure. [ trigger warning : drug abuse , addiction . ] maybe that’s why she’s grabbing as much pain medication as she can from whoever she can in hopes it’ll all just go away in time, [ end trigger warning . ]

𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰.

her jersey number is 11 and has been throughout all her life. she guesses she considers it a lucky number of sorts and associates it with only good memories.

currently has 125 goals and 66 assists under her belt going into this year’s season. she’s one of the youngest players to make a name for herself on the team and is a co - captain , as well.

[ trigger warning : drug abuse , addiction . ] if it wasn’t already clear , she’s addicted to painkillers and ( occasionally ) sleeping pills. she thinks it’ll help her enough to get her through the upcoming season after suffering multiple injuries near the end of 2022. [ end of trigger warning . ]

is extremely focused on her career and tries not to let anything really get in the way of it. she’s not huge into parties unless there’s a chance of a blackout because she’s … unwell , let’s be completely real.

she is a whore.

#hillzhqsintro #╰ ❝ 𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂 𝒛𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊 › intro.

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Exploring Taylor Swift’s alcohol lyrics

Tyler Browne Connector Editor

Throughout her long and storied career, Taylor Swift has established several lyrical motifs in her songs. However, it can be argued that none is more prevalent than references to alcoholic beverages.

Swift’s lyrical fascination with alcohol began on 2017’s “Reputation”, which has led many fans to believe that the alcohol motif serves as a sort of metaphor for Joe Alwyn, who Swift dated between 2016 and 2023.

On “…Ready for It”, Swift references the island breeze cocktail multiple times, and on “End Game”, she describes Alwyn as having “eyes like liquor.”

The chorus of “Delicate” revolves around the premise of Alwyn making a drink for Swift during their first meeting, and “Gorgeous” includes a reference to whiskey on ice. “King of My Heart” references beer, while “So It Goes…” alludes to meeting with a lover in a bar.

Swift’s next album, 2019’s “Lover”, continues with the alcohol motif. The bridge of “Cruel Summer” includes the line, “I’m drunk in the back of the car,” while “Cornelia Street” references being “drunk on something stronger than the drinks in the bar.”

In the summer of 2020, Swift released “Folklore”. In the lead single, “Cardigan”, Swift references kissing in cars and downtown bars, while “The Last Great American Dynasty” includes a reference to a pool filled with champagne.

On “August”, Swift laments that “August slipped away, like a bottle of wine,” while “Invisible String” references a dive bar.

“Mirrorball” features a reference to drunkenness, while “The 1” references rosé.

2020’s “Evermore” has an entire song titled “Champagne Problems”. In the song, Swift tells a fictional story of a relationship that falls apart after a rejected proposal, using champagne as a metaphor for the narrator’s struggles with mental health issues. The song has become a fan-favorite, often leading to extended standing ovations after performances on Swift’s 2023 tour.

Another “Evermore” track, “No Body, No Crime”, tells a murder mystery story, featuring a reference to meeting a friend for “dinner and a glass of wine,” while “Willow” includes a reference to being “lost in your current like a priceless wine.”

On “Closure”, there is a reference to beer.

While “Tolerate It” doesn’t feature any mentions of alcoholic beverages, Eras Tour performances saw Swift perform the song with a bottle of wine used as a prop.

In 2022, Swift released “Midnights”. Unlike her previous two releases, “Midnights” returned Swift to writing songs about herself, rather than about fictional situations. During the recording process, the relationship between Swift and Alwyn began to fracture, leading to an incredibly personal album.

The chorus of “Maroon” revolves around the color of a stain of wine on Swift’s shirt, while the first verse mentions getting drunk on cheap rosé. “Question…?” includes a line about having “one drink after another.”

The standard album closer, “Mastermind”, sees Swift describing herself as “the wind in our free-flowing sails, the liquor in our cocktails,” in reference to the way that she plotted her relationship with Alwyn.

“Paris”, from the album’s deluxe edition, features references to meeting someone at a club and pretending that cheap wine is champagne.

“High Infidelity”, which is about the first time Swift and Alwyn met, refers to slurred speech, while “Dear Reader” sees Swift with “my fourth drink in my hand.”

“Hits Different” is about a low point in the breakup of Swift and Alwyn. On a night out with friends in Ireland, Swift gets drunk and imagines her lover with another girl before throwing up on the street, an event that was infamously confirmed by a graffiti artist in Dublin.

These lyrics cover a six-year span and five separate albums. During this time, Swift uses alcohol as a metaphor for her relationship with Alwyn, while also concocting fictional scenarios at times. With the relationship between Swift and Alwyn firmly in the past, it is anyone’s guess if the references to alcoholic beverages will continue on her next album.

#alcohol #anti taylor swift #taylor swift

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I find it both hilarious and infuriating that, while administering one of the most horrendous standardized tests to my kiddos today, I had the themes of Shinsuke Nakamura, Rhea Ripley, and Tyler Breeze stuck in my head but they kept jumping back and forth.

Imagine the rad ass leadup of Shinsuke's then THIS IS MY BRUTALITYYYY THE DEMON IN YOUR DREAMS then super good looking every hair in place everyone loves this gorgeous face.

...yes I'm still sick and yes I fell over while picking up tests and yes the weird wheezing sound I thought was from the air conditioner all day was actually my lungs, why do you ask?

#i should not have gone to work today #in which Sara is a teacher #wtf i like wrestling now???

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storyphoria · 2 years

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Review | Criterium : Extended Edition by Tyler Jones

Author: Tyler Jones

Title: Criterium : Extended Edition

Genres: Horror, Novella

Page Count: 178

Published: 08/25/2020

Addiction is a horrible thing and Tyler Jones explores it with brutal and painfully beautiful storytelling in Criterium : Extended Edition. From seeing what rock bottom REALLY looks like to understanding that hope is rarely ever discovered within, this story takes you on a dark ride through hell and back as we traverse the darkness of addiction.

To get the important details out of the way real quick, Criterium : Extended Edition is written by Tyler Jones, published by Dark Room Press and contains TWO stories versus the original run which was ONLY Criterium. This extended edition(which takes the form of a fast paced read in Novella length) includes the title story, Criterium, and the story Enter Softly, which is a story featuring a different character yet is set in the same place and time as Criterium. I won’t tell you what that crossover is, exactly, because it’s a nice reveal and addition to the main story, but just know they ARE tied together as a pair. Though it’s not QUITE a continuation or sequel. Think of it more like another side of the evil within.

Criterium begins with our main character, Zach, hearing his parents having yet another fight. His Mom works hard to keep things together for the family and his Dad is hopelessly addicted to drugs. When his father leaves after the argument, Zach follows him out into the street only to find him later in front of that Old Gray House on Archer Way.

Burned to a crisp after zooming down the streets, screaming, inside a ball of fire.

Three months later, Zach finds himself trying to escape his grief. He never wanted to follow in his Dad’s footsteps but yet…he’s turned to drugs to numb the pain. Now, that addiction has Zach in it’s grip and it’s fueled by grief and guilt. Guilt of the pain he’s putting his family through.

As he tries to break free he finds that what he thought was rock bottom is really a rotten swamp, and he’s sinking to depths he’s never imagined possible. Worse, he’s going to drag those he loves most down with him. There’s little hope that the sinister evil sinking it’s claws into him, will actually let him go.

There’s a lot about this book that was SUPER uncomfortable to read, in the best ways possible. The language and wordplay that Jones uses are, at once, ultra disturbing and exquisitely beautiful. Here’s a couple quick examples, but don’t worry, there is nothing to spoil the story for you.

But Mom’s silence had a certain sound to it, a sort of psychic ringing and rush of exhaled breath.

Jones, Tyler. Criterium: Extended Edition (p. 18). Kindle Edition.

The clothes, if it had been wearing any, were gone. So was the hair. The entire corpse was black, except for the teeth, which were bared in a horrifying lipless grin, and the bright-red, wet-looking strips where the skin had split open and exposed the tissue underneath.

Jones, Tyler. Criterium: Extended Edition (p. 31). Kindle Edition.

A breeze blew and scratched dead leaves on the sidewalk.

Jones, Tyler. Criterium: Extended Edition (p. 36). Kindle Edition.

So he kept walking, each step farther from the house a little nail in the coffin that held his conscience.

Jones, Tyler. Criterium: Extended Edition (p. 39). Kindle Edition.

Ok, you get the idea. There are so many great examples I’d love to share, but we’ll be here all day if I do. Besides, if you like those, just go pick up a copy and read the book for yourself. That way you can savor them in context of the story. Anyways, back to the thoughts on the book itself, shall we.

There is a lot to love about this book. Jones takes an already dark subject, one more than a little uncomfortable for most people to digest, and presents it in a way that is equally brilliant and disturbing.

Through the first third of the story I found myself wondering if it was going to include anything OTHER than the real world horrors faced by those battling addiction.

But Jones kept dropping hints and references to things that seemed not quite right. Be it someone screaming down a street in a blazing fireball as they’re burned alive or the Old Gray House on Archer Way, we’re left to wonder. Is it really supernatural? Or are they the drug induced hallucinations of an addict stoned out of their mind?

Soon enough though, Zach finds himself trapped by a supernatural item. Beautiful on the surface, but coldly terrifying. An item that beats the shit out of him, drags him to the pit of hell and threatens to do the same to those he loves. The evil is punishing, brutal and uncaring. Evil like that doesn’t NEED a reason or motive, it just IS.

Jones blends the real life horrors of addiction with the horrors of the supernatural world and leaves you feeling the anguish and despair of his characters. Capturing the essence and feeling of the characters state of mind (be it sober, high, terrified, grief stricken, guilty or depressed) this story grabs hold of you and drags you through hell with them. As if YOU were the one feeling the pain and terror they are experiencing.

Whew.

That was a long, run on sentence. Sorry about that. Once you read the story though, you’ll understand what I’m saying.

When Jones is writing about Zach feeling guilty, as a reader you’ll notice a shift in the “voice” of the story. When Zach transitions from being sober to the high of the drugs kicking in, the “voice” of the story changes to reflect it.

This is even MORE pronounced with the second story, Enter Softly, with the main character of Lisa. A trauma nurse facing her own demons and her own battle with the sinister evil that beats the hell out of Zach in Criterium.

Lisa’s story hits on a different level because it’s coming from the viewpoint of a parent that has made a single, terrible mistake. A mistake that leads to another…and then another, until the evil and addiction has a firm grip on her in much the same way it did for Zach.

I enjoy how Jones doesn’t rely on the more conventional horror aspects of evil. There’s no backstory to the evil, no tropes of gory monsters in the night. The real terror here comes in the form of the gritty, punch you in the gut just because it felt like it – no backstory required, kind of evil.

It’s an evil at once understandable yet completely mysterious. It’s never explained, there’s no motive and no reason WHY this darkness is doing what it’s doing. It just IS.

One thing that never quite settled for me with this story was Zach’s age. Jones hints that he’s probably around high school age, his sister seems much younger. Most of the story finds Zach anywhere BUT in school. In general it seems he’s around 16-18 years old. Yet there are other times he seems younger, much younger. During the span of 3-7 months it’s like he’s suddenly gone from being 16(ish) to being out of high school and a young adult. It’s a minor quibble, but feels like a tiny pebble in your shoe that nags at you the whole journey.

The Bottom Line

If you like heart-wrenching, despair-filled horror stories that don’t rely on the typical “horror tropes”. Stories that blend real world horror with a touch of truly sinister supernatural evil. Then you’re going to enjoy the ride this story takes you on.

I give Criterium : Extended Edition by Tyler Jones a 4 out of 5 stars.

It’s a solid horror novella with two horrifically fun stories. Stories that make me want to know more about the nature of the bike and hear more tales of that Old Gray House on Archer Way.

Seeing a LITTLE more about what’s behind the evil or where it comes from would have been great, our minds crave a motive. But the reality of it manifesting in the darkness that lies within all of us, via human nature, addiction, grief, loss, or despair, well…that’s more terrifying than any fictional monster could ever hope to be.

#book review #horror #novella

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not my sister

fem!reader x tyler breeze

reader is keeping a huge secret from her brother, that she's dating Tyler Breeze. When reader's brother, Adam Cole, finds out that his sister and Tyler are in a relationship, things don't go well and someone gets hurt ...

word count: 3.2k+

warnings: slight angst, violence, fluff, smut

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You sit in Tyler's dressing room with your legs across his lap on the couch. You're playing with his fingers. One of his arms is wrapped around your shoulders and your head is on his arm.

"I've been thinking," Tyler says, looking down at you. "We should tell Adam. I mean, he's your brother and he has no idea that we're together."

Sighing, you say, "You know how protective he can be, Tyler. He's not going to like that I'm dating one of his best friends."

Tyler looks down at you and says, "He won't like it even more if we continue to hide it."

Someone calls Tyler's name for his match with Fandango against Danny Burch and Oney Lorcan and you say, "Yeah, you're right. Um, we can tell him after NXT if you want."

Both of you get up as Tyler says, "Hopefully he doesn't beat my ass."

You take his hand and say, "I'll beat his if he even tries to beat your ass."

He laughs and you leave the dressing room. Fandango is in the hallway and he looks at the two of you. Dango is the only person that knows about you and Tyler, and that's because Tyler spends as much time with Dango that he does with you.

Dango says, "I just saw your brother head back to the Undisputed Era's locker room from the promo he did with Dream. Roddy was with him, and Adam stopped to ask if I had seen you so he might be looking for you, Olivia. Just giving the two of you a heads up since you decided to hold hands."

Tyler looks down at your connected hands and he says, "We're telling Adam after the show anyway."

The three of you head to the backstage area. You stand in a dark corner with Tyler, kissing him as Dango stretches out. There's still ten minutes until their match begins. Hiding in a corner with Tyler until his matches begin isn't uncommon, especially for the past few months.

You've been with Tyler for months, and you've kept it a secret this whole time. Hiding in corners and in his dressing room helps.

Tyler's hands are on your face as you slowly kiss him. You smile into the kiss and wrap your arms around Tyler's waist, pulling him closer to you.

"I'm close enough, baby," Tyler says, laughing a bit into the kiss.

You giggle against his lips and say, "Not to me."

He laughs and says, "You are crazy."

You run your fingers through Tyler's short hair and you keep him close to you.

Both of you are too involved with each other that you don't notice your brother come into the backstage area.

Adam looks around for you and notices you with Tyler. He's shocked at what he sees. He walks up to you and almost shouts, "What the hell is going on here?"

Tyler pulls back from the kiss and you look at Adam. "Nothing!" you automatically say.

"It doesn't look like nothing, Olivia!" your brother says, eyes flickering to Tyler. "What the hell are you doing with my sister?"

You look at Tyler and he says, "Adam, I can explain what's going on-"

Adam says, "You better do it fast before I kill you, Breeze."

Tyler throws his hands up and he says, "Okay, Olivia and I were going to tell you after NXT was done but we're dating."

You stand beside Tyler and Adam says, "Dating. You're dating my sister?" His voice rises again and brings his hand down across Tyler's cheek.

"Adam!" you gasp. "That was completely unnecessary."

Your brother gets in Tyler's face. "Keep your hands off my sister," Adam snarls. You try to wedge yourself between them. "I'm serious, Breeze. If I see you anywhere near my sister I'll-"

Tyler says, "You'll what, Cole? Hm? Hit me? You've already done that so come up with something better than that."

Adam says, "We can bring this out into the ring where I can hit you with a Last Shot. Or how does a superkick sound?"

Your boyfriend says, "Bring it, Cole."

"Tyler!" you say. "Adam, stop!"

You hate that your brother and your boyfriend are fighting. You look at Roderick Strong with a glance of desperation. You need help. Both of these men are taller than you and weigh more than you. You won't be able to hold them off for much longer.

Your brother takes a few steps back and you stop struggling to get between them. You move and stand in front of Tyler.

Then before you know it, a foot connects with your jaw and you fall into Tyler. You clutch your jaw as Tyler holds you in his arms. You look at Adam and he has a look of regret on his face. "Olivia-" Adam starts, but you cut him off.

"Save it," you spit at him, walking off to see the trainer you so can make sure that nothing is broken.

Tyler's match goes on, and you watch as your jaw is examined.

Nothing's broken and the skin is just bruised. The door to the trainer's room opens up and you watch as Tyler runs in with Fandango right on his heels.

He gently touches the forming bruise on your jaw and says, "I didn't think he'd actually try to superkick me but then you got in the way. I tried to move you."

You say, "I'm okay. Just bruised up. Nothing's broken. Adam's superkicks are ridiculously hard so I'm lucky I don't have a broken jaw."

Tyler pulls you into a hug. He kisses your temple and says into your hair, "I just have to get changed then you can come back to my place. I don't want you to go back to Adam's."

"I live with him so I'll have to go back eventually," you say. "I'll just tell Britt that I'm staying with you tonight. Adam knows so I guess there's no point in hiding it anymore."

He says, "Alright. Let me get changed then we can go. You call Britt and tell her you're staying with me."

You nod and walk off with Tyler to his dressing room.

As Tyler showers and changes, you call your brother's girlfriend. Britt answers in a few rings. "Hey, Olivia. What's going on? Everything okay?" she asks.

"I, uh, I'm staying with Tyler Breeze tonight," you say. "Adam found out that I'm with Tyler and he freaked out, plus he superkicked me trying to superkick Tyler so I don't want to see Adam right now."

Britt says, "I'll talk to him. Wait, you're with Tyler? Like you're dating Tyler?"

You sigh and say, "Yeah, I am. We've been together for a few months now. Adam just found out today and that's when he freaked out. Tyler and I were going to tell him after NXT but he found us together. He and Tyler said some words backstage then I got accidentally superkicked by my brother."

There's a sigh before Britt says, "I'll have a long talk with your brother tonight so you can come home tomorrow. Hopefully, he'll have an apology ready for you and for Tyler. Oh, and by the way, I kind of figured you were with Tyler. You've been spending a lot of time with him and sneaking off with him. Don't think I didn't notice, Miss Olivia."

Giggling, you say, "Someone was bound to notice. I'm glad it was you and not my brother considering the current circumstances."

Tyler walks into the room and looks at you. Britt says, "Well, I'm happy for you. I'll talk to Adam about it and get him to calm down. I'll see you tomorrow."

"See you, Britt," you say, hanging up the phone. "Ready?"

Your boyfriend says, "Yeah. I'm all showered and clean so we can just lay in bed and cuddle all night."

You gather your things, meaning your phone and wallet, before asking, "Can we actually stop at Dunkin to grab some coffee? And can we play Fall Guys tonight? Please?"

Tyler laughs and says, "Yes, we can grab a coffee and play Fall Guys tonight."

"Yay," you say, leaving the dressing room.

Your boyfriend laughs and intertwines his fingers with yours. You both leave Full Sail Arena. A few of the remaining superstars look at you and Tyler as you walk the halls to leave.

***

Tyler does stop at Dunkin, and you get your usual coffee order. A large coffee with cream and extra sugar. When you get back to Tyler's, he gets Fall Guys set up on his TV for you and he uses his PC to play.

You play several rounds with him. One crown is won between the two of you, and it's you that won it. You definitely rubbed it in Tyler's face and his response was, "Olivia, you're like a pro at this game. You play every damn day."

"And what about it?" you said in reply to Tyler's comment. He just laughed.

After about two hours of Fall Guys, you both decide to stop. It's late, and you both won't stop yelling "quit pushing" during several of the rounds where if you fall off the edge, you lose.

Tyler cleans up the Dunkin and shuts off the game. That's when you realize that you didn't bring any clothes to sleep in.

You look at Tyler and say, "Um, we have a teeny tiny problem."

"What's that?" Tyler asks, walking into the living room from the kitchen.

Playing with your thumbs, you say, "I don't have anything to sleep in. Jeans and a t-shirt isn't exactly comfortable."

Your boyfriend looks at you and asks, "You don't sleep in your underwear?"

You blink at him and ask, "You do?"

Tyler asks, "Who doesn't sleep in their underwear?"

You point to yourself and say, "Me! I don't sleep in my underwear. I actually sleep in pajamas or sweatpants."

"Well I have pajamas or sweatpants you can sleep in," Tyler says to you. "Go find something to wear."

As soon as you were given free rein of Tyler's closet, you sprint to Tyler's room. He follows you and you say, "You never specified what I can grab."

Tyler says, "Spare the hoodies, please."

You get to Tyler's closet and open the door. You look in the small closet and find a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. You change, forgetting Tyler was behind you. His eyes are on you, too focused on you to look away.

When you're finished changing, you turn and find Tyler's eyes on you. Your cheeks heat up and you ask, "Did you just watch me change?"

He stammers, "I, uh, I might have. I didn't do it on purpose though."

You giggle and throw your jeans and t-shirt somewhere in the room and you walk over to Tyler. "You watched me change on accident?"

"Yeah," he says.

Tyler's face is a little red and you say, "It's okay. I know I'm hot so you don't have to be embarrassed about it."

He laughs and says, "You are stunning, baby. I'm not embarrassed about it."

You say, "Your flustered cheeks say differently, Mr. Breeze."

A giggle leaves your lips and his hands move so they're resting gently on your cheeks. He cups your face as he says, "I'm going to kiss you so you stop talking about how red my cheeks are."

"I won't stop you from kissing me," you say, smiling up at him. "You know I'll never turn down a kiss."

Tyler smiles and pulls your lips to his. The kiss is slow and soft at first. You shuffle closer to the taller man in front of you and grab a fistful of his shirt. Your eyes flutter closed as the soft kiss continues. You deepen the kiss when you not-so-accidentally slip your tongue into his mouth.

A soft gasp leaves Tyler and you smirk a bit against his lips. His fingers slide up into your hair, holding you close to him by your head. Your hands slip up his shirt, going up and over his stomach and his chest. The fabric is being pushed up as you move your hands.

Your boyfriend pulls back from the kiss to look at your hands under his shirt. "Miss Cole, are you trying to tell me something?" Tyler asks.

Giggling, you say, "Maybe I am, Mr. Breeze. You know how much I love when you don't wear a shirt."

Tyler laughs and he pulls his shirt over his head, leaving him in just his jeans. They hang a little low on his hips and you trace the v-line that's exposed.

Your eyes follow your fingers as Tyler asks, "Anything else you'd like me to take off?"

You look up at Tyler and say, "Um, not right now."

Tyler just smiles and shakes his head a bit before bringing his lips to yours. The kiss is deep almost immediately. You hook your fingers into the belt loops on his jeans and pull him close to you.

His hands are now on your waist and you take a step toward the bed, letting Tyler know where you want to go. You push him onto the bed so he's sitting on it. The kiss breaks and you look down at him.

Tyler's fingers slip up your shirt and he says, "It's only fair."

"I don't disagree," you say as Tyler pulls off the shirt you're borrowing him him.

His eyes scan you body and you reach behind you, unclasping the bra you're wearing. You toss it at him and he says, "You didn't have to do that."

You crawl onto his lap, straddling his thighs and ask, "Are you complaining about it?"

Tyler starts to leave kisses on your now exposed breasts. A soft sigh leaves your lips and you run your fingers through Tyler's hair.

A few moments and marks later, you put your hands on Tyler's cheeks and tilt his head up. You lean down and kiss him. This kiss is rougher and more passionate than the other kisses you've shared with Tyler tonight. You slightly grip his hair as he moves backward on the bed.

Subconsciously, you start to unbutton Tyler's jeans. At the same time, Tyler's fingers are hooked in the borrowed sweatpants and he's tugging at them slightly. Tyler gets the sweats off of you, leaving you in your panties. You get on your knees between Tyler's legs and pull off his jeans. You throw the pants across the room before Tyler pulls you onto him and rolls over so he's hovering on top of you. He's kissing your neck.

Your eyes close and you sigh underneath Tyler's body. His hands roam your body for a few seconds before one of them finds its way into your panties. His fingers gently start rubbing and playing with your clit. You gasp and put your fingers into Tyler's hair.

This is the first time either of you are spending a night with the other and look what's happening. His hand is in your panties and he's marking up your neck.

"Tyler," you sigh, kissing his forehead.

A finger dips inside of you, making you squirm slightly. "Yes?" he mumbles against the skin on your neck.

You say, "I need you to do something."

Tyler starts to move his finger in and out of you, making you moan his name softly. "Like that?" he says.

"Just like that," you say in almost a whisper.

Satisfied with your answer, Tyler moves his finger faster and harder. You bite your lip to stifle some moans but it's not really working.

A second and eventually a third finger is added. Tyler's lips are on your chest and trailing down to your breasts. You're gripping the bedsheets and arching your back off the mattress as Tyler moves his fingers.

"Fuck," you sigh as he builds your orgasm. Your breathing is labored and you look down at Tyler.

Suddenly, he pulls his fingers out and you whine from the sudden absence of his fingers. You watch as he smiles and says, "I got you, baby. Don't worry."

Tyler pulls off your panties and his boxers before reaching into his bedside table and grabbing a tiny silver package. He opens it and slides the contents onto himself. He kneels between your legs, which are wrapped around his waist.

You lick your bottom lip as he asks, "Okay?"

Nodding, you say, "Yes."

He smiles and slowly begins to slide his erect member into you. You gasp and moan from the pressure. You grasp the bedsheets again as Tyler's length fills you.

Tyler lets you adjust to him before he starts to move. He thrusts his hips into you, holding himself up as he hovers over you. You stare up at him as he fucks your into the mattress.

Your moans and the sound of skin slapping together fill the dimly lit bedroom. You're now holding onto Tyler's forearms as he moves.

One of his hands moves down and start to rub your very sensitive clit. He picks up his speed as he thrusts harder into you.

Your orgasm is built back up within a few movements and your legs shake from the overstimulation.

A knot forms in your stomach and your nails dig into Tyler's arms. Tyler moves harder and he starts to hit his target; your g-spot.

"God, Tyler," you moan. "Don't stop. Oh, please don't stop."

He kisses you softly before saying, "I would never dream of stopping."

Your back arches off the bed again as your walls clench around Tyler. He pins your hips to the mattress and you cry out, "I'm about to come."

Tyler says, "On three. Ready? One."

His movements speed up but get sloppy.

"Two."

Your moan his name loudly and the knot in you stomach explodes.

"Three."

You both come at the same time. You cry out Tyler's name as you release around him. He releases into the condom.

He helps you both ride out your highs and you kiss him messily. Both of you are covered in a layer of sweat and are breathing heavily.

After a moment, Tyler pulls out of you and pulls off the condom. He ties it off and you crawl under the blankets. Your jaw aches a bit but it was worth it for the sex.

That was only the third time the two of you have ever gotten together, and it was more amazing than the first two times. Especially because you don't have to leave right after. You get to stay the night.

Tyler lays beside you and pulls you into his arms. Your back is to him and you're holding one of Tyler's hands. He's leaving soft kisses to your shoulder and neck.

"Guess what?" you ask.

He says, "Hm?"

You turn your head toward him and say in a singsong voice, "I get to stay the night."

Tyler laughs and says, "Yes you do. Expect another round shortly because I just can't get enough of you." He playfully growls and attacks your neck again.

You giggle and get comfortable in Tyler's arms as he leaves even more marks on your neck.

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Prompt: Argument leading to kiss + "Just tell why you did it!” “Because I’m in love with you, okay!”

Fandom: Wrestling

Pairing: Tyler Breeze x Reader

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1,070

Masterlist | Buy Me coffee

Requested by @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch

Still didn’t know how they convinced me but my friends at work set me up with one of our coworkers, I think he worked at finances, I just knew his name was Bret and he was cute, and those things I learned by hearing a conversation over lunch my friends stalked him afterwards until he gave me his number and we set up a date.

The day came and I was getting dressed when I heard a knock on my door, Tyler arrived as an unexpected guest saying something about not seeing me in weeks, I left him in the living room to finish the look for my date, a few minutes later I went outside and found him drinking coffee out of my favorite mug, his feet up on the table and he was watching a movie on my tv.

“Are you comfortable?”

I asked sarcastically, he looked at me for a few seconds too long, then he smiled.

“I’m very good, thank you for asking, by the way, your coffee it’s amazing”

“I know, your friend Cesaro recommended it”

I said as I tried to pour coffee on another mug since he took mine, I soon realized he took the last of it.

“Breeze, you drank all of it?!”

I yelled, he looked at me fast form far I could see this pupils dilated from all the caffeine on his system.

“No… well yeah”

He said acting like a little kid when they did something bad and their parents were about to ground them, he looked adorable, his checks were red and his short hair was messed up, I did miss him, wrestling kept him away from me, we didn’t see each other so often, I did want to hang out with him but I was supposed to go on a date in like 30 minutes or so.

“You monster, I wanted my coffee”

I pouted.

“I know, I’m sorry, if it makes you feel better it was the best coffee I ever tasted”

He says smiling from ear to ear, I walk over to him.

“Get out of my house before I kill you”

I took a pillow and hit his arm, he put his hands up covering from my attack, he was laughing and that made me more mad, he was fast and took the pillow from me, I sat down beside him, defeated, then I remembered I needed to be somewhere else.

“Have you seen my phone?”

I asked while I searched around for it, Tyler didn’t answer right away, but he got up and started searching around, after a few minutes I found it behind the couch.

“Found it!”

I yelled out happy.

“Oh you found it, great…”

He didn’t seem happy at least from what I could tell but I ignored it and started looking for Bret’s text message, I searched on the letter B, and nothing, I searched his name, and nothing, not a single conversation mentioning him, not even with my friends, there was no sign of his existence.

“What the… I can’t find it”

I say exasperated, Tyler sits closer to me looking concerned.

“What happened?”

He asked.

“I have a date and I can’t find the conversation with him, I don’t understand”

I covered my head with my hands, I didn’t understand how it happened, I had sent him a text just before going to shower, then I let Breeze in and then went to change my clothes, i had a moment of clearance, I left my phone beside the coffee machine because I was going to drink after getting dressed, so that means…

“What the hell did you do?”

I asked Tyler, my voice filled with rage, he looked terrified, he got up from the couch and started walking towards the door.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”

His voice shaking, I got up and started walking towards him, it almost looked like I was the serial killer in a movie and Breeze was the pretty girl that I wanted to murder.

“Then why are you trying to escape?”

I asked, he stumbled over his words.

“I may have deleted his existence from your phone, and also called him and said you weren’t interested and he also may have said some very rude things about you and he may even yell at you at work?”

He covered his face with his hands while he explained, I had a death stare on him.

“Why would you do that? I had a date, everything was fine!”

I took a step closer to him, I think I’ve never seen so much fear on his face, I tried to be calmed but failed miserably, it had been too much, there was no good reason to do that kind of thing, I raised my voice once again.

"Just tell why you did it!”

“Because I’m in love with you, okay!”

He yelled out, I almost fell down, I backed off to sit on the side of the sofa, trying to figure out what he just said, I couldn’t say I didn’t play with that idea in my head, I did it millions of time but I didn’t think he would like me back, it still didn’t erase the fact that he invaded my privacy and made a decision for me.

“Why didn’t you tell me? Like normal people”

I said, Tyler got closer to me, he looked more confident.

“I never found the right time, I’m sorry for what I did but one of your friends told me about your date and I had to do something”

He explained, but a second wave of rage started brewing inside me.

“You could have said something anything would ha…”

I was stopped by his kiss, for the first seconds I was confused but then I reciprocated, his arms circled around my waist as I hugged him down, he tasted like coffee, he moved his lips against mine with delicacy and passion, my head spiraling down from all the emotions, and finally, he nibbled on my lower lip as he let me go.

I had finally calmed down, he would still hear from what he did but i felt much better after the kiss.

“You owe me a date”

I said smiling at him, he smiled at me sweetly taking my chin with his hand making me look at him.

“As many as you want”

Originally posted on October 6, 2020

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