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adriswrld · 8 months

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Jealousy » Will Ospreay ⁰²

plot: reader gets into an argument backstage at wrestlekingdom with will and the next night he gets protective when david finlay attempts to flirt with her

trope: ex lovers to enemies to lovers

pairings: kenny's adopted sister reader x will ospreay/ reader x slight david finlay/ and jay white

warnings: slightly hints at smut! violence, blood, angst, alcohol usage

a/n: part two! next part is the last part, it ends at forbidden door. jay white is not married in here btw.

italics r once again representing japanese bc im too lazy to actually type in translations

A heavy puff of air escaped Y/N's lips as she plopped down on her bed, she was absolutely breathless. "That was good, like surprisingly perfect" she mumbled. Jay smiled as he laid back down next to her, pulling Y/N's body closer to his. "Why the sudden interest in me anyways? I mean yeah, we stayed friends after you rejected me but it's still a little odd," Jay said as Y/N tugged the covers over them, regretting to turn on the AC.

"First off, I apologized a million times about that, you gotta let that go. Second all, can't a girl just call up a guy to have sex without making it a big deal?" Y/N glanced up at him and he surprisingly nodded in agreement with her. "I suppose you make a good point. And it was very worth it. You're very good at it by the way," Jay complimented, rubbing her back.

"Why thank you," Y/N smiled. As Jay leaned down to kiss her, he paused hearing the doorbell ring, "You expecting someone?" He asked. Y/N furrowed her brows in thought, then came to the realization of who it probably was. "Okay, either it's Mercedes, or there's a slight chance it's Kenny who shouldn't even be here till another three hours." Y/N quickly stood up and pulled on the nearest shirt which just so happened to be Jay's and she slipped on her pajama shorts.

More knocking was heard from her door until it stopped when she headed down the stairs. The door opened and Kenny entered, tucking his key back into his pocket. "Y/N?!" He turned to look up the stairs and spotted Y/N, immediately smiling. "Kenny? What are you doing here?" She happily ran into his open arms, extremely happy to see her brother after months of being away from him.

"My flight got here early, I tried calling you but your phone must've been off or something," he explained, pulling away he furrowed his brows at the shirt she wore. "Who's shirt is that? It looks way too big for you," he walked past her and headed to the bar she had and grabbed himself a water. "Uhm, no it's mine. I have a lot of these." Y/N lied, leaning against her couch. "Really? Never seen you were those before," Kenny shrugged, deciding to drop the unimportant subject.

"So did you wanna grab lunch or something?" Y/N asked, trying to think of a way to get Kenny out of the penthouse without him seeing Jay. If he seen Jay, he'd probably kill him. "I think I'm gonna take a quick nap and then if you're still up to it we could go for dinner," Kenny smiled. Though it quickly dropped when a shirtless Jay White ascended down the stairs, "Dinner sounds amazing actually." Jay smiled, throwing an arm around Y/N who practically froze.

Kenny squinted his eyes, "Y/N, why is Jay White in your living room," he gestured to the shirtless man, "and shirtless too, might I add." Y/N cleared her throat and removed Jay's arm from her shoulder in which he only wrapped it around her waist in response. "Right uhm, he was just visiting. You know, catchin' up, reminiscing of the old times," Y/N faked a smile, patting Jay's back and he raised a brow.

"Mhm, and that's why you're wearing his shirt? Just reminiscing?" Kenny raised his brows, a small smirk etched at the corner of his lips.

"If that's what you call reminiscing then sign me up every day," Jay added with a grin. Y/N elbowed his ribs with an eye roll, "Shut up."

"Oh no, please, don't stop on my account. I'm gonna go take that nap. Just keep it down." Kenny headed up the stairs, walking past a genuinely shocked Y/N and Jay. "Wait, you're not mad?" Y/N spoke up, causing Kenny to pause in his steps and turn to look at her. "Nope. As long as this keeps your mind off of Will, then please, keep going. I welcome it. Besides, it's not really my business who you choose to be with," Kenny said before continuing to his room.

"That went surprisingly well," Jay commented.

"This doesn't mean we're gonna be a thing by the way," Y/N said, walking towards the kitchen. "Never said I wanted that anyways," Jay shrugged, seeing no problem with that. He didn't want a relationship either. He was still trying to get his ex back anyways.

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"I'm excited. What about you?" Y/N walked beside Kenny, her duffle bag on her shoulder as Kenny pulled his and hers suitcases. "Honesty, I just can't wait to kick Ospreay's ass," Kenny shrugged. Y/N cracked a small chuckle and sighed, "Yeah, he's one of the very few reasons I thought about not resigning with New Japan to be honest. I can't stand being around him." Y/N opened the door, letting Kenny in first as he was pulling the luggage.

"What changed your mind?" Kenny asked, looking at the map to locate his locker room that was gonna be put right next to Y/N's. "Honesty? I had a talk with Kota and he helped me realize that I shouldn't let Will get in the way of what I'm truly happy doing. I wanted this before I was with Will and he shouldn't have an impact on my decisions anymore." Y/N followed Kenny down the halls, not seeing many wrestlers around, mainly just the crew that helped put everything together.

"Wow, you should ask Kota for advice more often then. You don't make the brightest decisions when it comes to your love life." Kenny unlocked the door to her room first, figuring she would take more time to get ready for her press conference. "Oh shut up, that's so not true," Y/N denied, setting her duffle bag on the metal black chair.

"Oh yeah? Fine, then name one of your exes that actually turned out to not be a piece of shit," he compromised, knowing Y/N couldn't argue with that. "Uhhh...wait no, I dated uhm, actually you make a good point. Fuck. It's not my fault though. I get very attached." Y/N frowned, sitting down on the sofa. "And that's okay, it's not your fault. You just need to be careful with these guys, especially wrestlers. Most of these guys aren't interested in relationships." He did make a good point. Most wrestlers just wanted sex. And she couldn't blame them much, nobody had time for a serious relationship.

"Noted. Now, I'm gonna get dressed. I'll see you soon." Y/N gave a quick side hug to Kenny before he left.

A few hours later, Y/N was called to do the press conference for her upcoming match at WrestleKingdom that was less than ten hours away. Y/N sat down at the table, setting down her title on the table, she crossed her legs and looked to her right where Kairi was supposed to be.

Y/N took this a chance to start without her as she then picked up the mic, "Are you kidding me? You expect this person to be able to dethrone me and she can't even show up on time? I'm supposed to feel threatened by her? I'm supposed to feel scared?" Y/N chuckled sarcastically.

Kairi walked over to the table, rushing a bit and Y/N gestured to her, "Look who decided to join the party. Did wasting my time feel good darling?" She sarcastically asked.

A minute in, Kairi was answering a question on what she would do if she won the title, in which Y/N felt the need to interrupt. "This is absolutely ridiculous! Let's get something completely straight, Kairi." Y/N stood up and took her championship off the display, "You will never win this belt as long as I hold it and let me tell you something, it is not leaving me anytime soon because there is nobody capable of beating me. And after I retain tonight, I will continue to run through each and every division there is until nobody is left. Because, I am the greatest wrestler ever."

Y/N raised her championship proudly, glaring down at her opponent. "This conference is over. Enjoy the show." Y/N set down the mic and walked out, not even bothering to second glance at Kairi.

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It was a gruesome battle in the Tokyo Dome between Kairi Sane and Y/N Kingley for the IWGP Women's Championship. It was sometimes even hard to watch. They were beating the crap out of each other like no other. It was hard to predict who would even win. They were both so close.

Y/N screamed in frustration as Kairi managed to kick out of her blue thunder powerbomb off the top rope. She hit the mat in frustration, sitting up with desperate eyes. "Give up!" Kairi breathed heavily, shaking her head 'no', she exchanged strikes with her. Kairi performed another devastating knee before making her way to the top turnbuckle.

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to get a breath in as she just did a german suplex to Kairi off the top rope and immediately performed a shooting star press after. The match was almost over and it was obviously one hell of a match. Kairi was killing it and some even thought she might actually just pull a win over the champion. But, Y/N wasn't gonna let that happen.

Y/N crawled over to Kairi, attempting a cover but Kairi kicked out at two. "Fuck! Just give up!" Y/N leaned against the ropes, running a hand over her hair in frustration.

Kairi stood up tiredly and immediately ran and knee'd Y/N before she could block it. She dragged Y/N to the turnbuckles and began to climb up the rope. The crowd automatically assumed it was over for Y/N the minute Kairi hit the insane elbow. But, as Kairi performed it, Y/N got her knees up at the last second. Kairi groaned and Y/N stood up and jumped onto the top rope, performing her finisher, the Royalty Deathdrop. Again, it was basically a backflip off the top rope into a DDT.

She hit it perfectly. "ONE..TWO..THREE!" Y/N grinned and tiredly crawled to the bottom rope, attempting to pull herself up as they announced her name as the winner. The official handed her the title and raised her hand before she immediately collapsed back onto the mat, barely able to hold herself up. Her body was battered and bruised so it was surprising that she wasn't even unconscious.

Kairi stood up and immediately went towards Y/N, extending her hand in respect towards her competitor. The crowd watched in anticipation, waiting to see if Y/N would accept her hand. Y/N hesitantly took Kairi's hand and the crowd applaused. Kairi pulled the taller woman up and raised her hand, showing a sign of respect for the retaining champion.

All until Y/N's hand dropped, the music hit. The music of Mercedes Moné, FKA Sasha Banks.

The crowd cheered, obviously most knowing who she was. Y/N sat down on the middle turnbuckle, watching as Mercedes ascended down the entrance ramp. Kairi stood near Y/N as they watched Mercedes enter the ring. A whole new look on her, she was almost unrecognizable if you seen her as Sasha Banks in WWE. This was an entirely different woman and she wasn't here to play games. She was here to make history, money and win championships.

Kairi looked at Y/N silently asking if she wanted her to stay. Y/N shook her head, waving her off and Kairi stepped out of the ring, letting Y/N handle her business.

Y/N stepped up, not liking the disrespect of Mercedes. She didn't have to say anything, she just raised her IWGP Women's Championship right in the face of Mercedes, not backing down to her.

Mercedes stuck her hand out, Y/N looking at it in suspicion. She took it hesitantly and Mercedes smiled as they shook hands. A show of respect. Y/N went to pull her hand away but Mercedes held it tightly so she couldn't let go. She pulled Y/N in, making her drop the title and performed what looked to be a gory bomb only it was straight into a DDT. Y/N groaned as she hit the mat, selling it perfectly so it made Mercedes look like a huge threat.

Mercedes walked over to the title and slowly picked it up, then dropped it onto Y/N's barely conscious body. "Give me a mic," Mercedes stuck her hand out, leaning between the ropes, they quickly handed her a microphone and she slowly made her way back to Y/N.

"Y/N, awee, congratulations on making history tonight, once again. I also know a thing or two about making history," Mercedes grinned, the crowd cheering for her. "I am here, in New Japan and Stardom to make some more. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm the standard. The conversation. The blueprint, and the CEO of this women's division."

Mercedes kneeled down next to Y/N's body, the champion not even attempting to get up or open her eyes. "So Y/N-San, enjoy your IWGP Women's Championship while you can. Because at Battle in the Valley at San José. Imma leave you bankrupt bitch. And you can bank on Moné." Mercedes took the championship and lifted it up, throwing the mic to the side as her music played.

Y/N rolled out of the ring once Mercedes made her way out. She grabbed her championship and let one of the officials help her walk to the back, holding an ice pack to her neck. "Take me to my dressing room please," she requested.

They helped her to her dressing room, bringing several packs of ice as well before leaving her by herself. Y/N groaned in pain as she pulled off her tank top and pressed the ice onto her bruised shoulder. There was a knock on her door in which she casually assumed it was either Kenny, Mercedes, or Jay, so she granted permission for them to come in. But, unfortunately, it was just Will.

"What do you want, Will? Don't you have a match with my brother coming up?" Y/N muttered, wincing as she attempted to untie her boots. "I just wanted to come check up on you. That was one hell of a match." Will sat on the table and carefully took her leg, and to his surprise, she let him. "Good, cause I feel like crap." She let out another wince as he pulled off both of her boots, "How's your ankle feel? I noticed you sprained it early on in the match."

"It's just sore, luckily it's not a big deal. I don't think I'll need boot or anything. I just kinda tweaked it," she explained, setting some ice atop of her hurt ankle. The chime on her phone caused both of them to glance down at it, Will's expression morphing into a scowl when he seen it was Jay White texting her. Will cleared his throat as she picked up the phone to reply to Jay's text. "Uh, so I overheard your brother and Jay White talking and I was just wondering if-"

"If we're dating?" Y/N finished for him, setting her phone down to look at him. Will sighed and Y/N pursed her lips, not surprised he was being nosy about her private life, "whether we are or not, that is none of your business. I made myself clear that we have to let each other go and I'm sticking to that."

"What about friends? Can't we at least be friends?" Will asked, but it seemed almost like begging.

Y/N blankly stared, "Will, look back at the last time we tried that. I ended up in your bed. I will not let myself fall back into your traps. It is over. There is no more us." Will shook his head, standing up and running a hand over his blonde hair, "No, no this isn't you, this isn't us. What's this really about? Jay? Cause, what does he have that I don't?! Tell me."

Y/N stood up, barely able to stand on her ankle but she was becoming irritated of the conversation, "What do you want to hear, Will? That he doesn't compare to you? That he can't please me like you? Cause frankly if I said that, I would be lying to you and myself."

Will simply grinned, cracking a small chuckle, he stepped closer to Y/N, "now we both know nobody could please you like me and Jay certainly isn't changing that fact." Y/N rolled her eyes, "and how would you know?"

"Oh come on, we both know lying isn't your strong suit. Even after all these years, you still can't tell the truth." Glaring at him, she shoved his shoulder, "you are the last person to talk about truth! You cheating son of a bitch!"

Will clenched his jaw, growing tired of her bringing up the past. "How many times do I have to apologize?! I'm fucking sorry! That was three years ago! Let it go, Y/N!" He exclaimed at her.

Y/N scoffs quietly under her breath, "Get the fuck out of my room, Will."

Will shakes his head in disbelief, "Congratulations Y/N. Have a nice life. I won't be there when you come crawling back after Jay leaves you in the dust."

Y/N simply rolls her eyes as he walks out, slamming the door on his way out. "Fuckin' child."

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The show ended with Kenny taking the IWGP United States Championship from Ospreay. It was one of the best matches Y/N's ever witnessed, even if it caused her so much stress to see. Every bump Will and Kenny took was nerve-wracking to say the least. But, they both pulled through and successfully finished the match. She found out from Kyle that Will lost a pint of blood and injured his shoulder though he would pull through and be fine.

As of now, Y/N was heading to do a little promo in response of Mercedes's debut. With the help of a crew member, she sat down at the table and set her drink down. She adjusted the mic and glanced around at all the reporters and such. "Today I will not be answering any of your questions because of Mercedes Moné," she spoke in Japanese.

"I had the most exhausting match of my career and she just shows up out of the blue to steal my spotlight?! Do I have to remind you who I am Mercedes? I am Y/N fucking Kingley and you will not disrespect me! You think because you came from WWE that you're all big shit now? Well let me educate you love. This isn't WWE, this isn't slow paced, this isn't a playground. When you step in the ring with me you won't be the same. You made a mistake coming here. And now I'm gonna send you back where you belong."

Y/N stands up, looking directly into the camera. "I accept your challenge. Let's see if you can keep up."

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"I don't think I'm up to this," Y/N states as she glances at Mercedes and back to the road. "Girl, yes you are. You're the one who brought up this whole party. You can't back out now," Mercedes replies, fixing up her makeup in the mirror. "That was before I fucked up my ankle and got into a fight with my ex. Who, mind you is going to be there." Mercedes chuckles at her over exaggerating, "Which gives you the perfect chance to get back at him."

"With who?" Y/N questions, parking the car in front of the bar.

"Him." Cedes smiles as she points at Jay who was currently walking towards the building. Y/N purses her lips, finding it to be a good idea, "That could work."

They both walk into the bar together and Mercedes follows Y/N, who obviously knew the majority of people there. Y/N finds Kenny talking with some friends and go over there, immediately hugging him. Kenny smiles realizing it's her, "I thought you weren't gonna show," he said.

"Someone changed my mind," Y/N says, and Mercedes gestures to herself. Kenny chuckles and embraces Mercedes. "Thanks for getting her out. Y/N usually hates parties." Mercedes laughs, "It's my pleasure. Do you know where Jay is?" Y/N raises a brow at Mercedes question.

"Uh yeah, he's just over there." Kenny pointed across the bar and Mercedes nods and smiles gratefully. "Great. Thank you. We will catch up later. I'm gonna steal Y/N." Mercedes takes Y/N's hand and drags her across the bar towards Jay. "I don't think this is a great idea-"

"Hi Jay!" Mercedes waves, dragging Y/N over meanwhile Y/N kept trying to slow down because of her ankle. "Mercedes, right? We met at the show yesterday." Jay sticks his hand out and she happily accepts it, "Yes. That's right." Y/N smiles meekly at him, but tries to avoid eye contact. "So what can I do for you ladies?"

"We are having some car trouble and Y/N here is gonna need a ride home later so I was wondering if you could take her home for me. I'm sure you know where it is. It's not too far from here." Mercedes lies and Y/N looks at her with a mini glare. Jay chuckles, nodding with a grin, "Of course, it's no trouble."

"Awesome. I'll catch you later Y/N. Have fun." Mercedes waves and walks over to talk to some of the joshi wrestlers.

Jay takes Y/N's hand and helps her onto the stool carefully, "You don't actually have any car trouble do you?" He questions in amusement. Y/N chuckles lightly and nods, "you are correct. But she's definitely gonna leave me here despite that."

"She sounds great," Jay joked.

"If you'll excuse me, I need to use the ladies room. I will be right back," Y/N excused herself swiftly. Honestly, she just wanted to fix up her hair as it was flowing everywhere courtesy of the wind from outside. She finished up quickly, washing her hands and walking out, going to find Jay again. Though, a hand blocked her, causing her to look up at the man, known as David Finlay. She didn't necessarily have a problem with him. She just didn't like him. But then again, not a lot of people did.

"Uhm, what can I do for you?" Y/N looked at him, slightly confused. He smiles, "I just came to tell you, I watched your match, and you did amazing, it was a great match. One of the best I've ever watched." He says. Y/N smiles for a second, "Oh, well thank you, I appreciate it. But if you'll excuse me, I have to get back to my friend." She goes to move past him until he blocks her way again. "Come on, stick around a bit. Give me a chance. We can get to know each other beautiful."

Y/N cleared her throat, clearly uncomfortable with him. "I'm sorry, but I'm not interested." David raised a brow, "and yet you're sluttin' it around with Jay? Come on, you can do so much better." Y/N scoffed, "Excuse me? What did you just call me?" Y/N goes to push pass him when he grabbed her arms, keeping her in place. "Oi, get your hands off her." Next thing she knew, Will had pushed David against the wall, she glanced down at her arms, seeing red handprints on them from how tightly David help her.

"She's not interested bruv. Move on." Will pushed him away, David walking off with a scoff, making a small inappropriate comment about her.

Will turned to Y/N, seeing her in a trance, not moving or speaking. He set a hand on her shoulder, "You alright love?" Y/N snapped out of her thoughts, glancing at his hand on her shoulder. She blinked, "Leave me alone." Y/N walked away, wincing at the pain in her ankle, she reached Jay, standing by him on the stool. "Do you think it's possible for you to take me home? I need to get out of here."

Jay nodded immediately, paying for the drinks and helping Y/N out of the bar, he had seen Will watching in the corner and assumed it must've been about him. Jay helped her into the car before driving them off, heading to her place, obviously knowing where it was. "What happened back there?" He asks, breaking the silence.

Y/N didn't glance at him, texting Mercedes and Kenny on her phone, telling them that she was leaving early. "Nothing important. My ankle has just been killing me." He knew she was partially lying but chose not to push on it. "I'm sorry to drag you away, you could go back if you want. You don't need to stay with me or anything." Y/N said, setting her phone down.

"It's alright. I'll stay. I want to."

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daddyhausen · 3 months

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commission 3/4 for @coleskingdom

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「 MASTERLISTS 」 | 「 AEW MASTERLIST 」 | 「 WILL OSPERAY MASTERLIST 」

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「 SUMMARY 」 — when threats of violence against your girls hightens, you have no choice but to recruit will and his gang for protection

「 WARNINGS 」 — 18+, [ MINORS DNI ], mentions of sexual violence, mentions of injury, alchohol, gangs, daddy kink, submissive x dominant, dom!will, sub!reader, praise, hair pulling, dirty talking, rough sex, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, blowjobs, oral sex [ male recieving ] male + female orgasms, groping, vaginal creampie, internal cumshot

「 WORD COUNT 」 — 5.6k

「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x will ospreay

「 GENRE 」 — smut

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his tired eyes roamed the bustling london streets, still so full during the midnight hours, drunks getting their fill of cheap irish whiskey, slumped against desolate brick and rusted metal of a war torn city, steam and smoke billowing around their almost lifeless bodies from the factories and mills of the surrounding streets. whores nestled in alleyways, presenting themselves on street corners, naked, flaunting their bodies for him and his men, hoping they’d throw a couple of pounds their way for a good night’s fun. one whore in particular almost threw herself atop of his larger lackey, davis, running a manicured finger down the opening of his shirt, tracing shapes into the dirty blond almost light brunette tufts chest hair, beckoning him to bed her. he refuted by grabbing the back of her head, his large palm caressing the blonde, boyish bob of her scalp as he pulled her in for a sloppy, half-drunken kiss before stumbling to catch up to his other members.

the piss coloured lighting from residentials, reflecting a murky green in will’s natural gunmetal blues, would flicker off in haste. the silhouettes of mothers frantically rushing to put their children to bed, husband’s standing idle at the window, just barely peeking behind the sheer curtains, eying him down with a weary glare. after the war, one thing remained certain, he was still the most feared man this side of the thames. eyes would watch him cautiously, fearful and uncertain of his next move, a simple glance from him would send children scurrying back to their mother’s arms, and grown men to divert their attention to their shoes.

will straighten his cap, shielding his eyes from any onlookers, tightening his coat around the toned build of his figure, more for anonymity rather than comfort. the moon casted a heavy shadow upon him and his lackeys, them looking more like apparitions of evil over human beings. davis and kyle trailing behind in a joyous saunter, in a conversation amongst themselves. will remained silent, taking in the dull drone of the london cityscape he’d oddly missed so much while away. it was no serine french countryside, lined with vineyards and lush greenery he’d see in glimpses between fighting in bloodsoaked trenches. but there was comfort to it. it was home. the war changed will something fierce, he’s always been one so stoic, calloused, outright ruthless, but the things he’d seen, men torn limb from limb, their bodies blown from the trenches in chunks of meat and blood spray, bone and viscera. painful cries parted their lips, agonised screams ripped their vocal chords. grown men, respected soldiers desperately clinging to overworked nurses, cowering into these women, calling out to them as if they were their own mothers. he could still hear said screams at night, the pounding against the walls, although just in his mind sounded startlingly realistic, keeping him awake more nights than not.

he fiddled with the switchblade buried deep in his coat pocket, the metal cold against his calloused fingertips, hushing davis and kyle behind him as the velvety red lighting of the drunken angel’s tavern came into view. the exterior nestled in a side street, behind faded red brick and rotted tumbler slabs. it was a quaint little hotel will would frequent before the war, even less now since his business ventures forced him out of the city for months at a time.

“you think skye’s working tonight?” kyle, the youngest of their trio beamed at the recipient of his affections. blue eyes glimmering with hope, the act earning him a small shove from davis. the hotel was known to offer more…intimate services let’s just say.

“god kid, you're still head over heels for that girl?” davis quipped, a hearty chuckle leaving his lips. “you know she’s a whore right?”

“she loves me, she said so.” kyle frowned, annoyed at the mocking tone leaving the lips of his comrade, burying his slender figure into the warm cotton of his overcoat, as if to shield himself from the embarrassment, cheeks flushed red despite the meek august breeze.

will paused, coming to a halt in front of the hotel. a thunderous thud at his feet, a drunkard lay at half unconscious, blood and spit spraying onto the tips of will’s freshly polished oxfords. the red leaving an almost indelible stain against the shiny black, he’d surely have to get them re-done now. will peered up through sunken eyes, fixating on you, the madame of this refined establishment, wiping the dirt and grime from your hands, evidently being the one to knock the poor drunk on his ass.

“go home to your wife, john”. you spoke with a sombre yet annoyed tone in your voice, wiping the ruby red lipstick that had smeared down your chin. john, the aforementioned drunk, tugged at will’s dress pants in a feeble attempt to pull himself up, a bruised eyes and bloody nose, still oozing with fresh crimson met will’s gaze, putting two and two together to conclude the situation. john hobbled to his feet, eyes widening upon being face to face with london’s most feared, scurried away with a terrified gasp, nursing the possible broken nose you’d given him.

you flattened the skirt of your dress, assessing yourself in hopes that you were still modestly presentable for such revered gests. pearls still knotted in a matted mess around your neck, your hair in shambles as you tried to tidy yourself. you gave a soft, relieved sigh upon noticing the trio.

“ah, you boys are back! come in, come in!” you spoke in a rather chipper tone despite the rather odd circumstances that predecessor it. kyle and davis were quick to scoot by, offering a subtle nod in greeting each. will was quick, in your attempt to turn around, he grabbed your wrist tightly, his entire palm encapsulating the bone.

“and here i was thinking you’d retired from that line of work”, he spoke in hushed whispers, eyes flickering about the entryway for any suspicious stares. “i don’t think daddy up there would be too pleased knowing his daughter is still whoring herself out, and in his pub no less”

will pointed to the heavens with a smirk. the line of work he was suggesting left you offended, retorting with a scoff.

“says the one who’d require my services every sunday?’ the sarcastic quip on your part made will release his grip on your wrist.

“and besides, i have put that work behind me”. you cleared your throat. “although old johnny out there didn’t seem to take the hint”

“you want me to deal with him?” will’s voice still spoke softly, the whispers evidently close to your ear

“no. don’t worry, he's harmless. now come in, why don’t you. tell me how bermingham was”

your pre-established relationship with will was…complicated to say the least. always being present in each other’s lives, sexually for the most part, despite mutual romantic feelings, none were allowed to pan out quite so. him being groomed for military service, along with the strong underworld connections that had a choke of his family. as for yourself. you were a whore, as was your late mother before you. will would often visit the establishment you were working at during the late hours, engaging in moments of passion that would rival the most romantic of novels or the daringest of plays.

will followed you inside cautiously, eyes peering around the drunken angel’s dimly lit interior, in case another drunkard was to start something. he was instantly greeted with a swell of lively jazz and swing, brass and woodwind blaring, the joyful shrills of your girls and patrons alike. it was quite deafening for will to say the least, he had not heard such a ruckus since he got back from bermingham, even more so from france. he took note of your working girls, sitting atop men twice their age, who’s grubby hands groped and prodded their feminine flesh. their hungry eyes leering with ravenous intent, one akin to a predator hunting their prey, luring them into their inevitable demise. the entire interior bathed in the same velvety red that bled through the sheer cashmere curtains to the bleak london side streets, making the occupants inside look bloodsoaked by comparison. it was a rather lively sight, bodies squished against bodies, the scent of malt whisky and freshly cut tobacco from the most expensive cigars you could afford, for his standards at least they were still rather cheap. the stench caught in his throat, smoke watered his eyes as a puff was blown unintentionally in his direction. he figured he’d become just another body within the crowd if it weren't for your guiding hand leading him towards the bar.

“whiskey?” you offered, setting three glasses down on the table for him and his companions. will responded with a soft nod of his head, as silent as a mouse. davis already drunk on lust, eyelids fluttered shut, soft moans escaping the australian’s burly chest as one of your girls sat perched upon his lap, scantily clad, hips grinding against his own in a flurry of intoxicated passion. kyle on the other hand sat nervously beside his leader, giving a small nod in acknowledgement upon you pouring him the finest whiskey you owned. the youngest took a hastily gulp, as if it were to help calm his nerves. his eyes scanned around, searching, flickering from the dance floor, to the staircase, back to the bar, then the staircase again.

“skye’s upstairs, love.” you remarked, having previously recognised kyle’s almost puppy-like infatuation with your best working girl. “want me to go get her for you?”

“i’ll wait” he responded meekly with a sheepish smile, taking another small sip of his drink, feeling the malty liquid mingle with his taste buds.

“kid thinks he’s gonna marry her one day. he keeps saying it,” davis heckled between sloppy kisses, his large palms groping the full hips of the woman atop his lap. kyle avoided your gaze, instead letting his eyes fall to the amber liquid, halfway finished in his glass.

“i don’t see why not. skye’s a good girl.” you responded, throwing your bar rag across your shoulder after freshly drying used glasses. “and kyle…”

kyle’s eyes perked up at the sound of his name leaving your lips.

“the infatuation is very much reciprocated”

your eyes flickered to will for a moment, faltering to his hand which stirred whatever remnants of whiskey left in his glass before downing the rest of it. turning back to kyle, his canines bared as he smiled, a sine of pure joy across his lips. the youngest in their trio had been enamoured with skye since the day she started working for you, skye herself even confided in you about her attraction to the young gangster.

“anyway boys, how was your trip?” you questioned pouring will and kyle another glass. davis was far too occupied to even touch his first glass. your question is directed at will obviously, although kyle would be the one to answer.

“it was fine…” he responded quietly before will interrupted.

“i don’t wanna talk about it.” there was an unusual malice to will’s voice that your ears were not used to hearing. then again, will has never needed to use such a tone with you.

“i see…” you hummed rather meekly, your response calm and collected, a far cry from the agitated tone of will’s voice as he skulled down the remainder of his second glass, feeling the burn of the amber liquid slide down his throat. sliding your a couple of pounds for the drinks, those of which you hastily pushed back towards him. will remained silent, avoiding your gaze, accepting the pounds back. his mere presence after said trip was enough compensation to quell your thoughts. his eyes darling across the bar, silently reading the labels as a form of distraction, more from his own mind than your incessant questions.

you placed the bar rag, previously across your shoulder into the hamper beneath the till, silently reminding yourself to send skye down to the river in the morning for the laundry rounds.

speaking of the brunette, you caught her figure atop the staircase, stuffing the few pounds into the blouse of her dress that her recent client offered for her services. her eyes slightly glossy, red and swollen, full cheeks stained with dry tears and the undeniable swell and faint discoloration of formative bruising of fingers around her throat. your heart sank into your gut, it came with the territory, you skye and the rest of the girls knew that. she made eye contact with you offering a small smile, guiding herself down the stairs with slow, calculated steps, eventually joining the small gathering of you five, now four since davis had retired to the more secluded areas for the tavern’s rear, working girl in hand.

“everything alright, darling?” you questioned, her solemn expression noted, quickly diverging to the chipper skye you’re so used to. she joined kyle, the two conjoined at the hip at this point, the blue eyed boy shot a concerned look between the two of you.

“everything is fine, ma’am” it wasn’t you sure as hell knew that.

“take the rest of the night off hun. get some rest” you handed her a small envelope with the rest of her payment for the week, tips she made from tending the bar while you were out. “kyle, would you take her home please?”

the blond nodded softly at your request while skye had left to grab her coat from the back room.

“please watch over her tonight,” kyle’s eyebrows furrowed at the second half of your request.

“tell me who it was” the soft, puppy eyes soon darkened, reminiscent of a ravenous wolf. “you better fucking tell me or else-”

“listen here. do as i ask. she’s already gone through enough tonight, i don’t need you blowing a fuse and shooting up the joint” you reprimanded the blond, for if you were to tell, he would do exactly that. will’s eyes shuffled between the pair of you, silently observing the situation. kyle huffed, pulling skye close as she returned, coat in hand. she clung to his arm, holding on for what seemed like dear life as the two left.

only yourself and will left. his pupils searching for yours, only left with you gazing at the floor through half shut lids and fluttering eyelashes. your temples burned with the beginning of a headache slowly forming, taking a bottle of rum from the shelf and pouring yourself a hefty glass, downing it just as quickly as it left the bottle as if it would soothe the ache.

“can we speak? in private?” you gasped, the burn of the rum still present in your voice, the subtle croak of anguish and pleading just noticeable for will to catch on. he gave a small nod, he’d barely said a word since arriving, in a way it worried you, then again, will was never a talkative man. he followed you back behind the bar, a small entry was off to the right leading straight to your office.

it was different than he last remembered. the walls faded from a vibrant emerald green to that of sage, floral decals of the wallpaper, scratched and peeling, reminiscent of rotting roses rather than blooming ones. paint chips flaking from the windows, sprinkled across the window seals, like the asbestos that lined the walls. the room hadn’t been furnished in a while. the same desk that had been sitting there since you opened the joint, books stacked haphazardly under one of the legs for support after it had broken the last time. paperwork scattered across it, scribbles of administrations, finance and other business necessities written in fading, dried out ink. you’d placed a small single bed in the corner of the room, most nights you don’t even return home, far too busy drowning in paperwork, in desperate need to keep your business afloat.

you sat atop the bed, head in your hands, letting out a heavy sigh. patting the space beside you on the dusty pink bed spread, offering him a seat, one of which he was far too eager to accept. the two of you sat in silence for a moment, although this one seemed like forever.

“i’m struggling here will” you confessed, clearing your throat as your eyes, teary and red, peered at to meet his cool blues. will, remained stoic, expression never changing, battle hardened and almost soulless. it was the price he had to pay for his line of work. he said nothing, simply scooting over on the bed, offering a gentle hand on your thigh and a shoulder to rest your head on.

“tell me” he spoke after some time of silence, not caring that your tears stained the white cotton of his shirt, small pools of grey forming in the fabric. you’d missed this, missed his comfort, missed his touch. the war had left him with an inability to connect emotionally, the trauma he faced, the deaths he saw, the loss of friends, brothers, blood or not, made him believe he was destined for an eternity of loneliness.

you straightened up, sniffling the remnants of your tears away.

“i need protection. for my girls.” you began, throat running dry with anguish. will had offered his men for protection previously when you first reopened your establishment, although you declined. you’ve seen and dealt with enough shit that you’d manage just fine.

“and what do i get out of it” he hummed with a disgruntled sigh, not on your part whatsoever. he was surely to run out of men to those hiring them out all the time.

“you get forty percent of my monthly earnings-”

“i don’t want your money…” will let out a hefty grunt, smoothing down the scruff of his beard.

“then what do you want?”

“just tell me when them bastards are and i’ll deal with it”

you remained quiet for a moment, wanting to seek comfort in will’s words but the stubborn bastard would not let you past the gate.

“them bullet club boys…”. you responded after a brief moment. your voice grew meek and sheltered. in will’s absence, said gang took it upon themselves to wreak havock on the majority of the whorehouses and pubs in the county, them girls were nothing more than toys for them to play with, discard when they proved no use to them anymore.

“we were like sitting ducks…and god…well, you saw skye did not?”

he did. he saw the bruising and the welts, the fear in her eyes, not just hers but the other girls too. his jaw clenched tightly, almost until the point of the maw peaked out from beneath the skin. his gaze hardening to an undeniable scowl.

“not to mention they’ve been raiding our liquor supplies, we’re losing more money than ever-”

“that’s why the fuckin’ bastard told me to come alone.”

“who?” you questioned

“jay fuckin’ white”

you’ve heard of the infamous jay white and his bullet club. how he was one of the most revered mercenaries this great country has ever come across. been putting bullets in politicians' heads since before the war, you've heard, whether they deserved it or not. will briefly mentioned him the night before he left for his aforementioned trip, although he did not confide in you with the details or his reasoning for leaving on such short notice.

“it was a fuckin’ set up. that prick must have found out about the dodgy guns we sold em…” will was muttering in nonsensical phrases to himself, so deep in thought and frustration

you pulled away from will slightly, jaw tensing in your own right.

“so you mean to tell me my girls are getting abused because of your shoddy business practices?!” your fists balled at your sides, shoving him angrily, although it barely put a dent in his stance. he just stood there and took

“it wasn’t supposed to happen this way-”

“well it did. do you know how much it hurts hearing those girls say how scared they are to come into work because they don’t know if their going to get assaulted or fucking killed?!” your voice cracked through screams.

“i know! i will fix it-”

“how? tell me how you’re going to weasel your way out of this one, will?”

the both of you stood at opposite ends, despite the cramped space of your office you'd never felt so apart. will let out a heavy sigh, the blues of his eyes dulled grey with regret. he took his seat on the bed again, just as you did to him previously.

“look …i’ll send the best men i got to protect your girls…but…” he paused, a thick gulp rising in his throat, eyes searching around in contemplation. “i can’t promise something like this won't happen again. when white wants something, he won’t stop until he has it”

“what could he possibly want here? besides a fuck and a drink?” your comment seemed jovial on the surface. but the prospect made your blood boil, your business was sinking and your girls tormented all because will couldn’t play clean. will was silent for a moment, lips pursed and brows furrowed, chewing the inside of his cheek in hope it would distract him from the regret lingering in his mind.

“revenge .” he simply stated. “white knows you're…a weakness of mine”

will’s hand fell to your thigh. not in a suggestive manner that you were used to with former clientele. it was gentle. protective. dare you say…attentive, loving almost. your skin tingled mildly at the sensation, having not experienced such intimate, almost romantic skin on skin contact in a long while. will’s thumb caressed the top of your knee, the calloused pad gritty and rough like sandpaper against your exposed skin.

“that’s why he targeted you…your business…” he corrected, clearing his throat. “he knew it would kill me more to see you suffer than put a bullet in my head outright”

the gruffness in his voice varied between anger and worry, wavering between his regular tone and a whisper. you felt his body inching closer, hand still present on your thigh, although tightening his grip the slightest. the butterflies that once fluttered joyously in your stomach, now seemed like moths lingering around the barely snuffed out flame of your attraction to him. it still was there…just barely.

“will…” you kept your gaze averted, feeling the blues of his eyes running hot with his stare, burning into your cheek with a concern, on edge about your next words or if you were to speak again at all.

“i want it to go back to the way it was…” he blurted out. “us, i mean…”

“will you know that's not possible-”

“how so. i still love you and i damn well know you feel the same” his voice becoming hostile momentarily but he kept himself grounded.

“you never loved me will that was just the drink and your dick talking” you interrupt feeling a pang of guilt in your stomach, adding to the moths that gnawed holes through your insides.

“and besides, even if that weren’t the case. if you truly did love me, we’re just two very different people now. you're a criminal, will and i’m the lowly barmaid who serves your drink. our lives should only be connected by transactions''

although it pained you to say it, it was the truth. will’s life was far too dangerous for you to be fully invested in now. you did not want to spend nights worrying if he was gonna come home injured, or not come home at all. sitting on his lap and tending to his wounds while he vents about all the trouble he has caused to himself. as alluring and romantic as that sounds…you just couldn’t.

“it doesn't have to be this way, love…” his hands were still firmly upon your thigh, grip tightening as his palm caressed the skin. fingertips dancing against the hem of your dress skirt. fluttering against the frill and ruffles, a dangerous act it was.

“you can’t tell me you don’t miss it” he hummed, breath barely ghosting against your earlobe. will’s breath hitched in his throat momentarily, the memories flooding back to his mind in waves. a subtle smile forms across will’s lips. you let your eyes flutter shut, trying to turn your mind off from will’s persistent words. not that it proved much effort, he was always a persistent man.

“remember?“ he lulled. “all those nights, my cock buried inside you. how you’d whimper and beg for me, knowing that i fucked you better than any of your regulars ever could?”

oh you remembered. you remembered well. there were times the both of you would stay overnight at the establishment, curled up in the sheets of your sleeping quarters, specifically used for such enjoyment, at times having to hide him behind your dresser, a mountain of discarded clothes and bedsheets, pretending you were asleep as your madame made the rounds for the night.

and will was right…by god, you did miss it. you missed him.

“will…” you mumbled alluringly, craning your head back slightly to meet his gaze. the blues of his irises dissipated behind blown out pupils, all lust filled and needy. he gave a small hum in response, his lips barely millimetres from yours, tongue jutting out to wet them slightly. heat rushed through you, arousal ebbed and flowed in your belly, teetering between genuine attraction and lustful desire. you could close the gap between your lips if you so wanted, letting will claim you like he’d done a thousand times over, but you hesitated, staring deep into those ocean blues for a moment, gauging to see if his words were turtle genuine or just the drink talking again.

“i want to go back…” you reminisced, pressing your lips to the corner of his, trailing down his jawline and neck. the action is sloppy and desperate. a low rumble persisted in will’s throat, his adam’s apple bobbing with a thick gulp, trying to stifle the arousal that swelled within him. “i want to love you…”

his breath hitched in his throat, your palm running up and down his bulge, the outline so prominent in his pants. a groan slipped past his lips, leaving his mouth agape, no matter how hard he tried to stifle them, your touch was just too magnetic for him to resist.

“please…” your whimpers lulled him further into the sinful abyss, feeling his cock stiffen against your palm, your fingers lazily unbuttoning his pants all the while maintaining the most sultry of eye contact with him.

he gave a nod, a subtle one nevertheless, a heavy sigh fell from his lips upon the brisk midnight air hitting his shaft. the thickness bulging and pulsing in your palm. oh how he missed the feeling. with dainty movements your fingertips traced around the tip, engorged and flushed red, lossy beads of precum oozing from the slit.

“god, i forgot how big you were,” you joked, stroking the base of his shaft with tight, short pumps. will gave a hearty chuckle, one that resounded in his belly, the soft gruff chortle leaving his lips.

“it’ll feel even bigger once it’s inside you, love” his words are spoken through an almost breathless whisper, accentuated by subtle groans and choked moans. you licked the slit of his tip, fleshy tongue gathering precum on the appendage, tasting him for the first time in years.

you were far eager to tease him. instead letting the tip of his cock slip past your lips, a slight popping sound as he broke though the seal. thick pulsing veins danced against your tongue as you worked him over with your mouth, taking him as deep as your throat would allow, surprised that you were still able to take such a length.

his cock made a home in the back of your throat, teasing it as you gagged at sputtered around him, corners of your lips burning, feeling as if they were going to tear from the sheer girth of his cock

“fuck-” his voice echoed with a deep, throaty rumble. eyelids fluttered shut in momentary pleasure before peering down at your still clothed form, full breasts barely covered, about to spill out from your blouse. your hands fell to them, kneading the supple mounds through the clothing, feeling your nipples perk up and harden at the contact through the fabric

“that’s it love, keep going. keep suckin’ daddy’s cock, oh fuck- just like that”

will’s roughened fingertips slid through strands of your hair, intertwining in the vine-like locks, tugging slightly up, allowing you a sliver of breathing room, barely a second for you to breathe before shoving you back down face first on his cock, until the bulge of his shaft was evident in your throat.

“you always like it rough didn’t you?” he hummed through faux malice, putting on the dominant facade he was famed for. “such a good fuckin’ whore, chokin’ on my dick like this”

his lovely, albeit domineering praise made your belly flutter with such unbridled wonder, reminiscing about the times he’s previously had his dick stuffed in the back of your throat, how he’d leave you gagging around that veiny, thick shaft of his. spit seeped from between your lips, drooling down his shaft, spit bubbles gathering at the base each time you’d bob your head, his tip violently prodding at the back of your throat.

“fuck, love…” he panted. “i know you wanna swallow my cum but i gotta fill that pretty cunt of yours”

he pulled your head up, your eyes red and glassy, spit dripping down your chin. glossy and shiny under the dull bedside lamp. will’s fingers were quick to work. not bothering to undress you fully, instead letting his hands roam up the skirt of your dress, groping the flesh beneath. he pulled you onto his lap, fingers, tugging your panties to the side, the tip of his cock prodding your walls, gathering your slick around the head, just revelling in it .

“so fuckin’ wet for me…” he hummed through clenched teeth , still overly sensitive from the work of your lips. your silence was all the more alluring for him, only breathless mutters and moans leaving your lips as you lowered yourself onto his cock. the stretch of your walls instantaneous around his size, he felt it too, how you spread so easily for him. just like you always did.

your hips instantly began to work, swirl and grind against his cock, allowing yourself to embrace him completely, the generously rough yet slow thrusts he gave sent your mind reeling with pleasure.

“god, you’re squeezin’ me, love…not gonna last if you keep this up”

your cunt clenched around his length, feeling yourself buckle under the weight of the pleasure, letting him sink into you completely. will leaned in, his lips capturing yours in feverish kisses, bodied melting into one under candlelight.

“oh fuck..” you whimper, feeling his tip poke and prod at the fleshy wall of your cervix, unable to sink down on him any further, for he would surely split you in half. With eyes half lidded and a love-drunk, stare, peering down at him through your eyelashes, fluttering in and out of a lust filled consciousness as pleasure rocked your very core.

“will…” your stomach bubbled with arousal, so close and on the brink of release. will hummed softly, his cock twitching with excitement as his name left your lips with shaky whimpers, fingertips delicately trailing down his clothed torso, feeling the outline of his pristine abdominal muscles through the fabric.

“you close, sweetheart?”

you nod, instinctively to his question.

“mhm.. can feel you clenchin’ ‘round me. so fuckin’ tight” will threw his head back, biting his bottom lip to further suppress his moans.

“fuck- you gonna be a good girl and cum ‘round this dick? make a fuckin’ mess for daddy, huh?”

words were trapped like rocks in your chest, rendering you useless and unable to speak. again, you nodded, this one more frantic than the last. arousal exploded in your veins, the clench of you around his dick was enough to bewitch him, as if that had not happened already. watery sweetness gushed down your thighs, seeping down the length of his cock, not even bothering about your now ruined sheets, you did not care, the pleasure was too euphoric.

will let out a pleasured, groan, pressing his hand to the bulge of your belly where his cock was evidently protruding from the skin, feeling your tightness grip in for dear life. pulling you closer to his broad chest, sweaty skin colliding in heated passion. he released deep inside you, making sure your tight cunt milked every last drop of his cum, not leaving until he’d emptied himself fully deep into your womb.

“shit..” he muttered, attempting to pull himself out of you, despite your bodies contorted in passion.

“no , it’s okay…” you hummed, voice hoarse from begging and pleading his name. nails soothingly leaving light trails atop his shoulders, his size still firmly buried inside of you, all wet and warm.

“you look so beautiful like this,” he murmured through a soft sigh, tucking stray strands loosely curled hair behind your ear, a thumb gingerly tracing across the indent of your cheek.

”what? naked?”

will gave a small chuckle.

“well, yes for one.” he smiled. “in my arms i mean”

your office fell into a comfortable silence, the lively ramblings and music from patrons outside were dulled through the walls as you sat quietly, will’s arms wrapped around your waist tracing inconsistent shapes into the small of your back.

”i just hope i can stay in them forever..”

”trust me love…i’ll make sure of it”

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mrsarcherofinfamy · 2 months

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●Will Ospreay x Reader●

Summary: You are Kip Sabian's younger sister. You grew up with Kip and Will. You watch Will return to AEW to become a full time member. Kip invites him over after AEW.

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*Y/N's POV*

Sitting on the couch in me and Kip's living room, I have AEW on for me to watch. Kip is currently at the arena hoping to get a match. I am currently at home recovering from a broken arm. It is fully healed but I have to wait until I get cleared to come back. I grab my bowl of strawberries and start eating them watching the TV. Tony Schiavone is out in the ring talking about how they are going to be making something official right now. I look at the TV eating my strawberries.

"Welcome to AEW, Will Ospreay!"

My jaw drops hearing his music hit and him walking down to the ring. I giggle at him motioning for a hug from Tony. Tony announces that Will is now All Elite. Will announces that his obligations in New Japan are done with. He is now here for full time work. I smile hearing that. I grab my phone and text Kip real quick.

"Did you know Will was going to be there tonight?"

I set my phone down and watch as the Don Callis family comes out to the ring. I roll my eyes, grab my empty bowl and walk to the sink. I put the bowl in the sink and walk back out to the living room. My phone chimes and I pick it up off the coffee table.

"Yeah! Wanted it to be a surprise for you! I also have one for you when I come home!"

"Okay! See you when you get here!"

I set my phone down on the coffee table and lay down on the couch covering myself up with a blanket.

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*later in the night*

I am laying in bed scrolling on my phone when I hear the front door open and two people talking. I get up, head out of my room and start walking down the hallway.

"Y/N?!"

I start walking down the stairs rubbing my eyes.

"Kip, what surprise did you get...... WILL!"

I run down the stairs and jump into his arms. He catches me as I wrap my legs around his waist.

"Y/N! How are you?"

"I'm great now! I missed you!"

"I missed you too!"

He squeezes me than puts me down. I smile looking over at Kip.

"Thank you for my surprise. It's the best."

"Of course. You guys wanna watch a movie or something?"

"Yeah. I'll go get some drinks."

I walk into the kitchen grabbing some waters out of the fridge. I kinda hear Kip talking to Will in the living room so I take a little longer getting the drinks.

"Are you gonna tell her? You just gotta admit it man. I promise she feels the same way about you. She tells me all the time."

"Really? She does?"

"Yes she does. She literally doesn't want anyone else but you. I promise that."

I grab the waters and walk out to the living room acting like I didn't just hear the whole conversation.

"Here ya go boys."

I set the drinks on the table and sit down on the couch next to Will. Kip is sitting in his recliner next to the couch. I pull my blanket up around me and lean against the back of the couch. Kip puts a movie on and we all watch it for a little bit. I start feeling my eyes getting heavy and I slightly start leaning over towards Will. I lay my head on his shoulder and he leans his head over putting his ontop of mine. I start falling asleep on his shoulder.

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*next morning*

I move my head a little feeling an arm under my head and another wrapped around my waist. I slightly open my eyes seeing Will sleeping next to me. I smile a little, put my hand on his side and snuggle the side of my face into his chest. He leans down a little, pressing a kiss on my forehead causing me to smile more.

"Good morning love."

"Good morning."

I look up at him as he places another kiss on my forehead. I start rubbing his side looking up at him.

"Y/N... there is something I need to tell you."

"Will.... I heard everything between you and my brother yesterday. And everything Kip told you about me is true. I do have a crush on you. I do only want you. I've never felt this way about anyone before."

Will puts a finger over my lips shushing me.

"Y/N. I love you."

I look up at him smiling a little feeling my eyes tear up.

"I love you too."

"I really really love you. I've fallen in love with you over all these years. I was just to scared to admit it. Your brother has been pushing me to admit my feelings to you. I was just scared you wouldn't like me back."

I grab his face and kiss him hard. He wraps his arms around me kissing me back. He pulls back looking at me and I look at him smiling.

"I've been waiting to do that for a long time."

"Don't know why you waited so long."

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delilahcalicocat · 1 month

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{Do you promise?..}

{Rating: 100% Fluff}

{Warnings: Comfort, Crying, Kissing, Swearing.}

♡-Word Count-♡~ 800

【Pairing: Will Ospreay x Fem! Reader】

《Summary: Will came back after becoming All Elite, Y/N Freaks out in the ring when she sees her Crush, And Will Admits something Shocking...》

[Y/N's POV:]

I was backstage, waiting for my cue to go to the ring. I heard someone say it was time so I went out to the ring curious as a cat.

Tony Announced Will had come to AEW and my reaction in the corner of ring when his music hit was to scream the words 'Holy Fuck its him!' I was near tears when I heard his music again.

Will and Tony talk about plans and then Will grabs the Mic and turns toward me.

"And Thank you to (Y/N), Who Helped me through this whole thing" He said

He gave Tony back the mic and we hugged.

Over the loud sound of the Crowd, He spoke to me.

"(Y/N) Can I tell you something?" He said

"Sure..?" I said

"I've loved you for some time now, and I kinda planned the whole thing so I could surprise you with me returning.." He said

"Really?" I said

"Yeah.." He said with a rose tint to his cheeks

"Do you Promise?" I said

"Yes.." He chuckled

Within seconds of us just becoming an Elite Couple I was crying while he comforted me, the crowd went wild when he had kissed me...

I missed him so much, I'm glad he's back!!

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coleskingdom · 2 months

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Laundry Day

Will Ospreay x female reader

Minors DNI NSFW

@midwestmade29 @madhatterbri

The rain had soaked my clothes as I came in through the laundry room. I hadn’t expected to see Will in the laundry room, waiting on me with a warm towel. “There’s my girl" His mischievous grin, making me smile, as the wet clothes clung to my body. “This feels good” I said as the warmth of the towel and his body heat surrounded me. His hand tilted my chin up to look at him.

His lips crash into mine, all consuming. His tongue ravishes my mouth, plundering and exploring as he lifts me off the floor, spins us around, and plops me onto the washing machine. He sucks my lower lip between his teeth. “I’ve missed you” he whispers. He wraps my legs around his waist and scoots me to the edge of the washer, so his hard cock strokes my center. I suck his lip into my mouth and nibble at the soft pillow. He rocks his hips, rubbing his rock-hard erection against my clit. Once, then twice. My entire body shudders at the friction, and then he stops.

Before I can yank his joggers down he's yanking my wet shirt off and diving headfirst into my breasts. His mouth closes around a sharp peak, and my back arches from the pleasure that races straight to my core. He lifts me off the washer long enough to tear my yoga pants and panties off in one swift move. Then he drops me back on the cold metal of the lid. Will snakes a hand around my back, presses a button and a chime rings out over our ragged pants. The washing machine begins to vibrate beneath me, stoking the rising heat between my sensitive folds. "Oh, Will" I moan. “This machine has been vibrating for months, I ordered a new one, I figured we might as well put it to good use.”his voice raspy and full of lust.

He spreads my legs and trails his lips across my inner thigh. My hands wrap around his wild hair, fingers threading through his silky locks. I'd been so consumed by his tongue I'd completely missed when he'd shed his pants and boxers. He's working his mouth toward my throbbing center, and I'm completely mesmerized by the Blonde head of hair bobbing between my legs. Will sucks my clit into his mouth, and stars dance across my vision. My core clenches as he nibbles the overstimulated bud, and my legs wrap around his hips, drawing him closer.

One hand travels up my torso, and his fingers close around my nipple. He pinches, and a squeal bursts free as the pleasure surges in a direct link to my core. Releasing the delicate peak, he palms my breast, squeezing and kneading until my hips buck against his mouth.

His tongue dives into me as his thumb circles my clit, and my head tips back, fingers scrambling for something to hold on to across the smooth metal of the washer. Its vibrations combined with this man's skills are almost too much.

He plunges a finger in next, and my insides clench around him. Oh, fuck, I'm close. The onslaught of sensations drive me closer and closer to the edge. “Will, I want you inside me” I moan, “First, I need you to just let go for me, I’ve got you.”his words alone wring the orgasm right from my clenching apex. I ride his thick finger and his devastating tongue, hips rolling as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me.

He holds me in place until the final rush ebbs into a faint buzz. Will pivots an inch, just enough to keep me writhing for more.

My breasts rub against his bare chest, drawing the nipples to tight points.

“Will,you can turn anything into the hottest place to have sex.”I murmur against his ear before nibbling on his soft lobe. My hands clench around his ass, forcing him closer. His thick shaft strokes my still pulsating center. He hisses out a curse, his own head falling back. It's all the urging I need.

With the washer still vibrating beneath me and my ass perched on the edge of the machine, I guide his cock to my entrance. “Only with you, my sweet girl.” he rasped his piercing orbs diving so deep into mine they nearly touch my soul.

"Come for me, first." His hands clamp around my ass, and he lifts me from the washer, so I cling onto him. At this angle, his head finds that mythical spot and thrust with confidence of a man who knows my body is his and only his. I moan as he plunges deeper, his hands guiding my hips over his shaft.

Harder. Faster. The orgasm builds at an alarming rate. I wriggle and squirm, the sensations too overwhelming. “Will, oh fuck, I’m about to “An explosion of pleasure floods my core, and for an instant, my heart stops, my lungs fail, every part of me ceases to function. Only the fiery sensations exist.

He drives harder, a deep growl vibrating his chest a second before his dick twitches inside me. My pussy clenches around him, wringing out his own pleasure. Warmth spills down my legs as he buries his face in the crook of my neck. His muffled groans shake my entire body, only intensifying the powerful release.

We remain there, motionless, for a long moment, him standing and me with my legs wrapped around his hips, holding on for dear life. We untangle ourselves. “Where the hell did you get this idea from?” I asked, “It was on an episode of Mad Men. Betty Draper accidentally found out. “ his grin making me laugh and bury my head in his chest again.

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madhatterbri · 2 months

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Safe | W.O.

Summary: Will's enemy takes something very precious to him. His enemy won't live to make that mistake again. This is based on Will being in the same time period as the Peaky Blinders. ❤️

Author's Note: Starting up an AU series. Let me know if there is someone you all have in mind. Of course, Hangman is gonna be in it.

Warnings: Torture, blood, death, cursing

Proceed with caution.

Pure fiction starring Will, Kenny, Sammy, and Konosuke.

@coleskingdom I hope you enjoy this.

Y/N looked out the window of her home. The village streets were quiet except for the few farm animals running around. The inhabitants of the small village were secured in their homes. They didn't want to be caught by the wrong sorts. People taken this time at night were usually found with their throats slit in the morning. Fortunately for her, she was waiting for the wrong sort.

Will Ospreay was coming to visit her from Essex. He made sure to visit during the weekends. A knock on the door alerted her of his possible arrival. She turned to look at the clock on the wall. He was a little early, but she didn't mind. More time with him was never frowned upon.

"Coming," she called happily. She rushed to the door and opened it. Two men in suits stood before her. A cigarette hung loosely on one of their lips. He took one last drag before flicking the cigarette to the ground.

"You Y/N L/N?" The man asked, cracking his knuckles. She wasn't sure how to answer the question. She had only met Will's men a few times. Surely, they would know who she was if they were looking for her.

"May I help you?" She asked deflecting the question with another question. The two men looked at each other with a smile before rushing into her home. She screamed in fear. "What is this about?"

"You coming with us, little lady," one of the men grabbed her arms, placing them behind her back. She struggled to try to slip out of their hold. "Be a good girl and hold still,"

Y/N thrashed around, trying to push them off of her. The man in front of her was close to her head. She headbutted his nose, causing it to break on impact. Blood gushed out of the broken nose. His nose began to swell immediately as a bruise formed. He let out a series of curses while the man holding her arms laughed.

"Wrong move, bitch," the man with the broken nose growled. He punched Isabelle in the stomach causing her to double over in pain. The man's fingers snaked through her hair and pulled her back up. She yelped in pain as she stared into his eyes.

"We were going to play fair, little wench. Good night," he smiled. The man brought his other hand back and struck the right side of her face. Her body went limp as she lost consciousness.

Y/N started moving her head slowly. The world felt as if it was spinning around her. Throbbing pain from her head reminded her of her situation. She opened her eyes to see darkness. The rough fabric of a sack blinded her vision. The captured remained quiet, trying to listen for any sounds. Men were talking around her, but none of them sounded like Will. She wasn't sure if they knew that she woke up. The talking suddenly ceased. The rough sack was removed from her head, allowing her to see.

Her left eye scanned the occupants of the dimly lit room. Her right eye was swollen shut. No doubt a parting gift from the man she headbutted earlier. Three men stood around a table whispering. They were dressed in suits with long coats. They could easily pass as Will's men. Fear coursed through her veins. She turned her head and noticed the table of knives around them.

"Who are you? Why am I here?" She asked slowly still trying to get accustomed to her surroundings. The two men from before stood at either side of her. Their hands were placed roughly on her shoulders.

"We hear you got friends, miss. Friends that a lady like you shouldn't be havin'," the leader smiled and grabbed her chin roughly. Y/N studied his face. A beard and mustache covered a good portion of his face. The skin that could be seen was covered in scars and fresh cuts. Will talked about him before. His name was Kenny Omega, and he didn't mind roughing up men, women, or children to get information.

"I haven't got any idea what you are on about. I am a girl from the village," she gulped.

"The pretty ones always play dumb. They don't stay dumb for long when I show them my friends," he sighed and motioned his head towards the table. Kenny let go of her chin roughly. Different instruments started to click together as he moved them. He hummed to himself while looking through the contents that lay on the table. Y/N tried to move, but the men on her sides held her steady.

"I don't know nothing," she attempted to resist the men holding her. Their grip on her shoulders intensified.

"Last chance little girl. Bruises go away, but these are forever. You will find that life isn't as kind to the deformed," he pointed at the different scars across his face. He grabbed a knife. No doubt this utensil was used before in previous attacks. He smiled at the knife upon seeing his reflection. "This will do,"

He walked over to her and placed the knife against her cheek. The sharp tip cut into her skin, causing drops of blood to fall. She screamed in pain.

"What do you want to know?"

"Tell me about Will Ospreay," he answered. "And no lying,"

"We grew up together,"

"Is that all?" He asked with a smirk. "Why does he come to the village to see you?"

"He is just visiting me,"

"Wrong answer," he sighed. "And you were doing so well."

Kenny motioned to the man next to her. She could feel the man smiling next to her. Her arm was grabbed roughly and positioned on display for the madman. The knife was placed firmly against her arm. A series of pleas for him to stop echoed throughout the room. He dug the blade into her skin before sliding the knife across her arm. She screamed in pain again. Blood started rolling down her arm.

"This is one of the many perks about this job. I can smell lying," he smiled, licking the blood from the blade. Y/N attempted to resist their hold again to no avail.

"We are... lovers," she gulped as tears poured down her cheeks. Doubts of seeing him again started to toy her mind. He warned her about the life she was getting into by being with him. The money and jewelry came with a price, and she was currently paying for it.

"I know, little one. Another perk is paying people to give me the information I want. Your dear little friends were more than willing to give me the information I needed for a few mere pounds," he stared at her eyes. "I left a note in your house on where to find you. He has two options: let his whore die or risk himself to save her. I think we both know which he will choose,"

Y/N was slipping in and out of consciousness. Every time she passed out, they splashed her with water to keep her awake. Her body felt battered and bruised. She could feel hope in Will rescuing her, starting to fade away.

"Please let me go. I have told you everything I know. I won't tell a soul what happened here," she begged once more for her release.

"Oh, I know, little one," he motioned for the men to grab her head. A man grabbed her hair and pulled back. She yelped from the sudden movement. The two men worked together to keep her mouth open. "Unfortunately, you won't be speaking again. Maybe we will even add a little smile. Whores are so much prettier when they smile," The knife came closer to her mouth.

"Step away from her, bruv!" A loud yell sounded throughout the room, followed by a gunshot. One of Kenny's men fell to the ground, dead from a gunshot to the chest. Konosuke stood at the door. His dark hair is wild to signal that he has been in a fight. Bruises and cuts cluttered his face. He wore a suit and long coat.

"A one-man army," Kenny chuckled and placed a cigarette on his lips. He lit the cigarette and took a puff. "And not even the right soldier,"

"Wrong, Omega," Will spoke from behind him. He took off his cap and slapped Kenny in the face with it. Sharp razors tucked inside the cap sliced open his face. He grabbed his face and fell to the floor, screaming in pain. The other man holding her started to run from the scene. Sammy Guevara appeared and shot the man attempting to escale. The dead man fell to the ground with a thud. Will balled up his fists and punched Kenny until he was no longer moving.

"Let's get you out of here," Will stated and turned his head to look at her. His clothes were bloody from a mixture of his blood and those of his enemies. He kissed her softly as she started to sob. "You are safe now. I've got you,"

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besthimbomachine · 11 months

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my love when it counted. 08

summary: After New Year Dash, Kenny goes to the NJPW staff party, the same one Mercedes was taking you to as her guest. The night starts of well enough only for his fears and anxieties to come crashing back into him when he spots Will Ospreay flirting with you. Though, not all things are as they seem and the night still had more in store for him. pairing: kenny omega x reader word count: 8441 warning: surprisingly very little angst in this one, just some from a distance, now we got the heavy drinking tag again tho so, last one was exactly 8440 words this one is 8441 words, couldn't do that if I planned it. anyways, we got a long but chill chapter today, just a little angst but nothing compared to the drama of last chapter. Also, Mercedes and Okada getting soeaking cameos. And Ospreay once again getting a non speaking cameo, just in time for the announcement of Ospreay vs Omega for Forbidden Door. I'm scared of that match, not gonna lie. but yeah, here you have it, next one will finally have smut again, we are on the countdown to the end now only 2 or 3 more chapters

08.

“You know,” Mercedes’ voice filled the space in the backseat of the cab you were sharing, its soft smoothness tainted by a hint of malice, “I didn’t think you and Kenny were friends.”

“What? I told you he apologized,” you paused, looking at her with your brows furrowed in confusion. “Like, properly this time. I even told you we came together on the plane.”

“Yeah, but when you said friends, I thought more like colleagues. Like your friends’ friend that you spend time with every now and again. Not friends in like going to take care of him after a match,” she looked at you with questioning eyes, teasing tone coming through her words.

“Come on,” you sighed, rolling your eyes as you relaxed against the car seat, “you really hung up on that?”

“Oh, don’t you start,” Mercedes snickered, from the corner of your eyes you could see her shaking her head at you. “What? Like a month ago you hated the guy. Now he added you to the backstage list, you were worrying about his injuries. You almost missed the main event match ‘cause you were helping him.”

You sighed, leaning on the armrest on the door as you looked back to her. She had pestered you about this the day before, both when you went out for lunch, and at night when you went together to New Years Dash. You had somehow managed to weasel your way out of the conversation those times, giving half answers or just finding ways to distract her somehow. However, she clearly wasn’t going to drop it so fast, sooner or later you wouldn’t be able to run.

“Listen, Kenny wasn’t all bad before, it’s just, over time, the bad overwhelmed the good. But now he isn’t that. He really seems better. Besides, yeah, I’m worried. He seemed so apprehensive about returning from his injuries back on the plane. And I know how that feels all too well, you saw how bad it was for me,” you paused, watching her expression drop at the mention of your past injury. You looked away from her for a second before looking back, voice quiet as you spoke again. “The old version of him wouldn’t have been that honest.”

There was a long second of silence between you before she spoke again. You weren’t trying to bring the mood down, but you had to find something to satisfy her curiosity and not prolong the conversation at the same time. You wouldn’t lie to her, and it was true that you had really been giving a chance to this friendship with Kenny. He seemed to have changed enough to have earned that chance. From what you had seen, you were liking this new version of him. But you’d never get caught using those exact words in front of her. She’d never drop it.

Though, you knew exactly what she truly wanted to hear from you. She wanted you to admit your physical attraction to Kenny. You were almost sure she could smell it on your skin, like some sort of predator. But she wasn’t wrong, now without the burning hatred clouding your view you couldn’t deny how Kenny had managed to get more handsome over time. But if she caught you saying this, the conversation would never end. And you had no time to deal with that right now, especially since you were on your way to a party Kenny himself would be at.

“Yeah,” she breathed out, pulling you away from your thoughts, your eyes leaving the window to meet hers, “that does sound kinda different from the ‘uncaring self obsessed egotistical asshole’ you described before,” Mercedes chuckled at the end of her words, sound muffled as she pushed her mouth in a thin line, eyebrows raised as she looked at you.

“Believe me, I know,” you say in between your own small laughs, raising your eyebrows back at her and shrugging. “So, maybe I can be friends with this version of him.”

“Or,” she began, dragging on the word, and you already knew what was coming after, “maybe you can be more. I know you,” she punctuated her words by shaking your shoulder, and you refused to look in her direction, opting instead to check the notifications on your phone. “I know your type in men is dumb and blonde. And Kenny can dye that hair all he wants, but we know the truth.”

You laugh at her words, shaking your head as you look through the messages. When you look back, she has one eyebrow raised, staring at you as if defying you to say anything. You wish you could, you really did, but she was right about that. Instead, you opt to just stare her down for a second before responding.

“I was going to argue with you, but I just got a text from Adam Page so,” you trail off your words, raising your hands as you drop your head to the side. “Guilty as charged.”

You both laugh openly together, Mercedes falling to the side, head on your shoulder as she slapped your arm with one hand. It takes a few seconds for you two to recover, breaths short and stomachs hurting as your laughter dies down. She shakes her head and looks in your direction, one hand smoothing her hair as she finally recovers enough to speak.

“You really know how to keep it on brand,” you both laugh again, pausing for a moment as you nod in agreement, you couldn’t deny she was right. “Talking about dumb blondes, what you thought of seeing Okada again?”

“Oh man,” you smile, chest trembling with silent laughter as you lick your lips, “a bottle blond with one brain cell, you know I don’t differentiate between natural blondes and fake ones.”

You both laugh again, voices mixing together. Despite her stubborn pestering, you enjoyed being with Mercedes. You barely had the chance to see each other since you started working at AEW, and you really missed her presence. Talking through messages and over the phone just wasn’t the same thing. In a way, you were glad she had made you come to Wrestle Kingdom, despite how you had sworn to never return to Japan after you left. In the end, things had managed to work themselves out, and the experience ended up being a good one.

It didn’t take much longer for you two to reach your destination, the car dropping you in front of a large bar. The party you were going to was a NJPW staff event, and Mercedes was taking you with her as her guest. Though, she didn’t lose the chance to pester you about how Kenny probably already had your name in the list as his plus one. From the outside, the bar didn’t look all that interesting, but when you stepped in, you were welcomed by a cozy and beautiful space. There were already many people inside, the noise of their voices mingling in the background of the music. Warm lights illuminated the place to complete the atmosphere.

Once you and Mercedes were inside the bar, you two started mingling around. No matter how much you wanted to just beeline to the bar and get your first drink in already, you knew you had to go through this step. Between everyone who wanted to congratulate Mercedes on the arrival and all the old coworkers you hadn’t seen in years wanting to talk to you, this was an inescapable thing. So you just powered through, smiling and trying your best to come off as friendly. It was just when you were closer to your destination that you spotted Kenny. Or more accurately, Mercedes spotted him.

Kenny had been looking to the side, not noticing either of you, until he heard Mercedes calling his name. He turned in your direction with a large smile, blue eyes bright and clear as he called your names back. Even in the low light of the bar, you could still see the dark bruise around his right eye. Though, it did nothing to throw off his look, if anything it added a strange charm to it. One that worked pretty well with the way his loose curls framed his stubbled face and his dark button up hugged his torso and arms.

He greeted you two with soft compliments and that warm smile, first hugging Mercedes who was closer to his side before moving towards you. There was a moment of hesitation, and you could see the doubt in his ocean eyes as Kenny stood in front of you, arms open but step faltering. In a way you found it endearing, that even though you openly said you wanted to be friends, he was still afraid of stepping into your space too much - despite having carried your drunken ass at the Christmas party.

In a split second decision, you moved forward, making the choice for him. You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, letting his warmth engulf you as you felt his thick arms coming around your back. The smell of his perfume drowned your senses, for the short moment the embrace lasted all you could feel was the scent of moss and rain, with once again that touch of leather. It was something earthy and woody that felt surprisingly welcoming. It still felt weird for you to think that about a month back you were weary just to be around him, and now here you were, hugging him and feeling strangely safe in his presence.

The moment was short lived, though, and pretty soon his warm embrace was gone. For a little while, the three of you made small talk, chatting about the previous matches and how Mercedes was feeling about coming to New Japan. You talked about seeing old friends, making new ones, and going to Tokyo Dome again after so long. Soon, however, she excused herself, saying she was going to get your drinks, and asking you to find a table before leaving you alone with Kenny. It seemed genuine enough, but in the back of your mind you had the sinking feeling that it wasn’t.

“So, how you holding up after yesterday’s match?” You asked him, trying to fill the space, so you wouldn’t think about whatever machinations your friend may or may not have in mind.

“Eh, good enough, I’ve been worse,” he answers with a smile and a shrug. “Told you I wasn’t rusty enough to let some sidekicks do me in.”

“Kenny,” you almost sneer, shaking your head at his insistence on this drama. “I told you I never thought that,” the words escape your lips in a sigh, and he laughs, the sound somehow bringing a smile to your lips. “And is that still hurting?” You ask, pointing in the direction of his bruised eye.

When you bring up that question, Kenny feels a certain self consciousness rising through his mind. He was hoping the ugly bruise would have gotten lighter by now, but despite not being black anymore, it was still a dark purplish-blue that bothered him. Giving you a sheepish smile, he touched his fingers lightly to the edges of the bruise, still feeling a light sting at the contact. If given a choice, he’d rather you were seeing him in better shape, but it wasn’t really his choice.

“Not really, I mean, it only hurts if I touch it. Though, I know it’s still looking pretty damn ugly,” Kenny says with a shrug, trying to pretend the bruise wasn’t a constant reminder of how he felt like his body was now taking longer and longer to heal.

“Nah,” you roll your eyes and wave him off, “I just wanted to check if it was healing ok. And if it’s any consolation to you, I think you are rocking that black eye pretty well.”

The words roll out of your tongue with an easy smile, it’s beautiful and warm, and it has Kenny frozen for a moment there. He wasn’t expecting the open compliment, but you state it so confidently that he has no option but to believe your words. If only you knew the way they warmed his chest, chasing his fears like dawn chases darkness. It takes half a second for him to remember how to breathe, but when he does, his smile grows larger and brighter.

“Oh, thanks,” he almost stutters, chuckling to try and hide his surprise. “I’ll take that victory, because I can’t tell you how many times I accidentally touched it. Sleeping has been hard.”

“Shit, hope it’s back to normal soon,” you comment, your smile faltering for a moment before it returns to your face. “Anyway, gotta go find a table before someone gets angry at me. See ya around.”

“See you,” he replied as you started to turn around, eyes taking in your beauty before you disappeared in the midst of the people. His mind losing itself in the memory of your warmth as his gaze followed your form, only returning to reality when a familiar voice came from behind him.

“Are you two so close now that I heard her giving compliments to you now?” Okada asked with a teasing tone as Kenny turned around to face him.

Shit, he could only imagine how long he had been staring - and how long Okada had been standing there. It was just his damn luck, really. The man had been teasing Kenny about you since the day before Wrestle Kingdom. The day Okada saw you back in Japan for the first time, and the one he learned you were in his backstage list. Kenny hadn’t really known peace since then, with Okada teasing him both after Wrestle Kingdom and during New Years Dash. He had forgotten how surprisingly good the guy could be at reading people, and he was spot on in his readings of Kenny.

“Come on, it’s not that big a thing,” Kenny rolled his eyes, laughing at the end of his words to try and throw off his friend’s comment.

“She was complimenting your fucking black eye,” Okada said under his breath, laughing as he elbowed Kenny in the arm for emphasis. “I don’t know,” he let himself trail off, raising his eyebrows and shrugging.

“Don’t start, it’s not like that,” Kenny snickered, feeling Okada’s eyes burning holes into him.

“Really, Kenny? Aren’t you even a little bit still into her?” Okada almost muttered his question, leaning closer to Kenny, he felt like he was being trapped, the smile on his friend’s face seeming almost menacing. “‘Cause I remember how wrecked that break up left you,” Okada finished before leaning away again. In return, Kenny only laughed, shaking his head and hoping he didn’t sound as anxious as he felt.

“You are seeing things, man,” Kenny replied with a stifled laugh, lying through his teeth as he looked straight into Okada’s eyes, hoping that he wouldn’t see past the lie.

“Oh, come on, it would be very understandable. She has been looking pretty good recently,” Okada said with a laugh, shrugging as he watched Kenny’s brows furrowing. “And you really liked her back then, I know that,” he added, smiling in a way that seemed strangely malicious.

It wasn’t surprising, but it sure was worrying that Okada could see right through him. Sure, no matter what, Kenny wouldn’t just up and say the man was right. But just knowing at least one person could read him like this had a shiver running up his spine. Looking away from Okada Kenny rolled his eyes again, grunting as he tried to pull himself together and hold his ground.

“Yeah, I did, and I fucked up, and now I’m glad she accepted my apology,” Kenny paused, trying not to sound too exasperated as he talked. “I’m just happy she even considered letting me still be her friend, ok. There is nothing more,” Kenny finished his sentence with a shake of his head, lie almost getting stuck in his throat. His words were met with silence for a long moment, Okada’s judging eyes feeling like they were staring into Kenny’s soul.

“Sure, sure, just messing with you,” Okada responded in a playful tone, smile seeming more genuine now as he gave Kenny a pat on the shoulder. “You are getting a bit red, though.”

Okada laughed as Kenny just stared back at him for a moment before laughing himself too, shaking his head as he muttered a fuck you to his friend. After this, though, the man dropped the matter entirely, and Kenny couldn’t be more glad. Hopefully, now, he could go back to burying these feelings and pretending they were there for the rest of the night. God only knew he wouldn’t be able to enjoy the party otherwise. In the end, Okada and Kenny still talked for a while, staying in the same place for a bit before going their separate ways once more.

The party had been going for a while when Kenny found himself alone again. He had been moving through different groups, talking to multiple people - and sometimes finding you and Mercedes again along the way. But the person who had been around him most of the time, somewhat surprisingly, had been Okada. But now he’d lost the guy somewhere along the way, so Kenny just decided to go get himself something to drink. It was good to be back in Japan, to see people he hadn't seen in a while, but he still needed to take a bit of a break from socializing so much.

Kenny had been hoping for a peaceful moment to recharge from the constant movement of the party, but luck wasn��t on his side. On the way to the bar, he had noticed Mercedes alone with another group of people, and he couldn’t help but wonder where you were - you two had been together the whole night. It didn’t take long for him to get his answer, just as he leaned back in the bar counter, a glass soda bottle in hand, he spotted you. But you weren’t alone.

There was almost a sense of déjà vu, like the Christmas party was repeating itself to him. Though, this time, the fire that burned within his mind also felt like it was burning him. Like it was a poisonous gas, corroding his own nerves as the flames raged in his head. In a spot further away from the bar, Kenny saw you, back turned to him as you laughed along the man who stood in front of you. That man being Will Ospreay.

You were close enough so that Kenny could faintly hear the echo of Ospreay’s booming laughter, but too far to hear yours, or anything else. From his sport at the bar, Kenny couldn’t really see your face, you had your back almost completely turned to him. All he could see was the way your body moved as you talked and laughed. On the other hand, he could see Ospreay clearly, see the way his body leaned in towards you and how his eyes were fixed on your form.

If Kenny thought seeing Adam flirting with you was bad, this was far worse. He could taste his rage like bile on his tongue again, burning as it rose through his throat. The sight of Ospreay’s cocky smile and the way he touched your shoulder, leaning in closer to you, had Kenny almost snarling. He could feel his muscles twitching, fingers wrapping tight around the glass bottle, veins popping on his hands and arms. There was jealousy and rage running through his blood, but the worst part was the silent sting of sorrow piercing through his heart. An icy needle refusing to melt despite the blazing flames.

All the thoughts Kenny had been suppressing were rising rapidly to the surface again. All the doubts and anxieties he felt after his Wrestle Kingdom match coming back to the forefront of his mind. He’d tried to bury them, but there was some cruel force out there that refused to let him have peace. Always bringing him back to that dark place where there was nothing but his fears. Nothing but the constant ticking of the clock taunting him about the things he had lost, and the ones he would still lose.

From far away, Kenny watched you laugh again at something Ospreay said, pain rising through his chest. Looking at the slight sway of your hands, he could tell you were probably drunk, and it had him worried. Though, he could also see that you were probably not drunk enough to warrant so much worry. He knew he was just trying to find a way to rationalize his jealousy, to justify the burning rage spreading through his mind. And he knew he shouldn’t feed into that.

Kenny knew had no reason to be jealous, that he had to keep himself in control. The last thing he wanted to do was endanger the connection he had finally managed to build with you. He shouldn’t be behaving like this, he shouldn’t let his mind fall back into old habits he knew were far from good. Least he goes back to the person he was before - and god only knew he really didn’t want that. So he got up, tearing his eyes away from the scene, leaving to try and keep himself busy enough, so his eyes wouldn’t find you anymore.

When you finally managed to break away from Ospreay’s relentless flirting, you made a beeline straight to the bar. Leaving when the guy headed to the bathroom maybe wasn’t the most elegant thing you could have done, but you were way beyond that now. You felt like a wild animal, willing to gnaw at your own leg to get out of a trap. Looking at your phone, you saw that you had probably only spent about an hour with him, but it sure felt like a goddamn eternity. Now you could only hope the insistent bastard wouldn’t come after you.

The minute you got your order, you almost downed half of the drink, the heavy alcohol burning down your throat and clouding your mind even more. Sure, you were already drunk, but there was something almost sobering about having to listen to a man with an ego bigger than his head talking for so long. Besides, if the bastard came after you now, you’d probably be drunk enough to just be straight up cruel to him. Maybe then he’d let you be. Desperate times truly do call for desperate actions.

Shaking your head, you got up from your seat, feeling the so familiar effects of alcohol on your coordination. That really was the first thing to go whenever you got drunk. Ironic, seeing as your whole life was spent relying on exactly that, so you wouldn’t die when jumping off the top rope. When you found your footing you started moving, better not to stay in one place right now. Looking around the party, you tried to spot Mercedes, but she had somehow managed to go missing. Fucking perfect timing she had.

You walked around still, drink in hand, as you threaded through the people with about as much grace as you could muster. It wasn’t much, but by this point most of the people around were too drunk to care. You made your way to the opposite corner of the long bar counter, and still no sight of Mercedes. Just as you were about to go look for her in the back tables, someone brushed their shoulder into you, making you stumble to the side. Your free hand looked for something to hold onto as your hazy mind prepared for a fall that never came. Instead, you felt a strong hand hold onto your side, its warm touch keeping you in place. For a second, you almost panicked, before you heard a familiar voice.

“Easy there,” Kenny’s smooth tone rang soft into your ear, feeling so close behind you that it had your heart leaping in surprise, body frozen for a moment as you heard your name spilling from his lips.

You feel his large palm move from your side to the middle of your back, its warmth spreading through the fabric of your clothes and onto your skin. You instinctively latch onto his arm, stabilizing yourself as your hand wraps around his thick bicep. Kenny finally comes up from behind you, broad frame appearing by your side through the corner of your vision. When you turn your head to the side, the first thing that greets you are those beautiful ocean eyes, their soft blue brighter than every light around. Maybe it’s the alcohol, but for a second you almost feel you could get lost in them, lost in the warm smile he gives you and the way his whole face lights up with it.

“Hope we aren’t having a Christmas party situation again?” Kenny asks with a laugh, but you can feel the legitimate concern in his voice, see the way it reflects in his gaze.

“No,” you respond softly, shaking your head as you try to gather your thoughts and escape the pull of his eyes. “No, no, I’m definitely not as bad as that day, trust me,” this time you speak in a stronger voice, despite the still present slurring of the words, chuckling as your fingers squeeze his strong bicep.

“You sure?” He asks again.

“I am,” you reassure him, looking into his soft eyes, smile tugging at your lips.

Thankfully, he seems to accept your answer, nodding in agreement with you. Slowly, you two begin walking again, your arm never leaving Kenny’s bicep as he uses the hand on your back to gently guide you forward. You don’t really know where you are going, but anywhere far from Ospreay was good enough for you. And having Kenny close by was sure to keep that bastard away from you. Now that you weren’t caught in the spell of those blue eyes, you manage to look him over, noticing the large plate with meat skewers he had in his other hand.

“Are those kushiyaki?” You ask, already knowing the answer.

Kenny laughs as he slows you two down, you can feel the vibrations reverberating from his body into yours. You look around, seeing that he was taking you to a corner booth with a sofa and a table, it’s just distant enough that the music doesn’t sound so loud to your ears anymore. When he comes to a stop, Kenny gestures for you to sit on the sofa with the hand holding the plate, soft eyes locking with yours again.

“I was gonna share these with Okada, but I guess he lost his chance now,” he says, voice warm and welcoming as you feel the rumble of his words spreading through his body.

You hesitate for a second before letting go of Kenny’s arm and following his instructions, sitting down on the soft couch and placing your drink on the table. He follows suit, placing the plate besides your glass before finding a spot besides you. His warmth fills the small corner you were sitting at, his perfume infusing the air as he took his place by your side. For a second, you feel lost in his presence, the smell of him clouding your mind. Or maybe it’s the alcohol, seeing as you could still clearly feel your lightheadedness. Though, Mercedes’ words slipped back into your mind, echoing through your head, before a rumble from your stomach cleans your thoughts.

“I’m sure Okada can take care of himself,” you snicker, leaning forward to pick up one of the skewers from the plate and biting almost half of the thing off.

Kenny’s laughter sounds from behind you, the shaking of his torso traveling through the small couch. You didn’t even need to look, you could tell he was laughing at just how hungry you seemed. You could remember him laughing like that whenever you’d go grab food after one of your matches. He always found amusement in how voracious an eater you could be and if he hadn’t been treating you so well, you could almost get angry at him. But you’d give him a pass, he’d been nice enough so far to earn it.

“God, you really are hungry,” Kenny laughs out before finally eating a piece of his own skewer, watching as you went to your second one.

“Oh, I’m very hungry,” you shoot back in between bites, pausing only long enough to glance at him.

“Have you gotten anything to eat?” Kenny asks, worry laced in his voice as he leans forward himself, so his gaze can be level with yours.

You turn to the side, suddenly feeling self aware as you are met with the ocean of his eyes, brows furrowed as he studies your face. To your alcohol addled mind, his appearance by your side is almost sudden, as if he hadn’t been on the same couch as you the whole time. But damn, now he seems so close, voice cutting through the buzzing in your head and reaching somewhere deep inside. Shit, you can almost hear Mercedes’ again, bringing your mind back to just how attractive you found his lips and the sound of his voice. Blinking a couple of times, you look back to the plate, laying your empty skewer by the side before picking up a new one.

“Very little, to be honest,” you begin with a shrug, pausing to take a bite of your food as he does the same. “I mean, I was planning on getting something to eat when I was intercepted,” you groan, rolling your eyes and looking back at Kenny. “Honestly, Ospreay is either too annoyingly dense or too much of a stubborn asshole,” you finish your words with a deep sigh, shaking your head before going back to your food.

There is a pause in the air as Kenny takes in what you said. When he first saw Ospreay hitting on you, you seemed fine with it, laughing along with his jokes and what not. It had felt like a jab to his already shaken ego, and for the good of himself - and the newfound peace between you - he just chose to walk away. He found something else to do instead of feeding into his jealousy and insecurities. But the story you were telling now was a different one, and he couldn’t help his curiosity.

“You mean you weren’t,” Kenny paused for a beat, trying to find a way to phrase his question that wouldn’t sound like he was prying too much, “giving him your time willingly?”

“What? No,” you immediately scoffed in between bites, shaking your head as you finished your food before speaking again. “In the beginning I thought his flirting was kinda funny, but it got annoying real fast,” you say with an almost silent chuckle, words slurring together as you speak, when your eyes finally meet his own, he can see irritation written all over them. “I was just being polite, ya know. I wish he could have taken a hint earlier.”

“Really?” Kenny can’t help the question that leaves his lips, and for a second he is glad that you are still clearly drunk, you probably wouldn’t be able to think too much of his clear interest in the topic.

“Yep,” you snicker and nod your head to him, giving out a strange dry laugh as you look away for a moment before letting your gazes meet again. “Besides, I’m pretty sure he was hitting on me to try and get to you. Might have thought I’d be easy since I’m drunk,” you mutter the words in his direction, leaning closer to him, eyebrows raised in mock disbelief.

“Wait, what?” he almost stutters out the question, feeling tension burst in every muscle on his face, breath leaving his lungs in a heavy pause. If you were right about this, Kenny had good reason to start worrying about how transparent he is. “I mean, that makes no sense, it’s not like we are still together or anything,” the words rush from his mouth as Kenny tries to quickly recover from his breathless pause, hoping the dim light of the bar and your alcohol haze kept any redness in his face imperceptible.

If getting to Kenny through you had been the Ospreay’s plan, then he was pretty damn successful. Or he had been up until now, his plans foiled by your sheer drunken honesty. It was almost funny how you seemed even surprised that Kenny could have thought you’d even give Ospreay the time of the day. Almost as if the idea was impossible - almost as if his fears only really existed in his mind

Still, Kenny could only hope Ospreay had taken a shot in the dark with that idea - and if he was, damn asshole was right on the money. But what worried him was the chance that this wasn’t just a lucky shot. That Kenny hadn’t been quite as good at hiding how he felt as he thought he was. And that maybe you’d catch up to him sooner or later, and he’d be left without even your presence around.

“Yeah,” you respond plainly, your calm voice breaking Kenny away from the whirlwind of his thoughts, “but I’m still your ex, a lotta people would think it should still make you angry that he is trying. Kinda like, encroaching on old property,” you look at him with soft eyes shining in the dim bar, words coming out slow and slurred in a way that Kenny even finds cute.

He hadn’t thought of it like that, and it’s actually kind of a relief, despite being a stupid line of thought. But you were probably right - and Kenny was clinging almost desperately to that belief, even though he sort of felt like shit for that. If this was Ospreay’s idea, then he was treating you as little more than a tool, a disrespectful ploy that quickly saw the previous burn of Kenny’s jealousy being replaced by that of anger.

“That sounds ridiculous. And a fucking childish move,” he spat out, trying not to let his emotions show through his voice.

“Tell me about it,” you scoffed, chuckling as you slapped his shoulder playfully. “Tho, he was shit outta luck. I may be drunk enough to not really remember much tomorrow. But I’d need to be a lot drunker to fall for the bullshit of a guy that looks like he still needs his momma to tuck him in at night,” you slur out the words with a small laugh that sounds warm and real, body leaning to his side as your face scrunches in a way that has Kenny smiling from ear to ear.

“Good to see you can still take care of yourself,” he laughs along with you, the soft sound of your chuckles mixing with his low laughter. It sounded right to his ears, an easy symphony of spontaneous joy that made his heart flutter.

“Hey,” you drag on the word, slurring heavily as you try your best to give him a menacing look, though Kenny just laughs more. “What do you think I am?”

“Come on,” he pleads, stifling his laughter as you almost pout in his direction. “I’m just looking out for your drunk ass,” Kenny says as softly as he can, chuckling when you scoff at his words.

“Thank you for the worry, but I’m not that bad. I’m not even drunk enough to dismiss that annoying accent of his,” you groan out, rolling your eyes at the mention of Ospreay’s very British accent.

“What, mate, you mean you don’t like his accent, bruv?” Kenny says in his best imitation of Ospreay.

“Stop, that’s torture,” you almost cry out, closing your eyes as you rub your temples, Kenny laughing as you take a deep breath, your gorgeous eyes finding him again. “He is really lucky I was just drunk enough to be patient, otherwise I’d have said something so terrible to him, he’d be crying right now.”

Kenny laughs, throwing his head back at just how irritated you seemed to be. Yeah, he couldn’t blame you, Ospreay was already insufferable, and his accent didn’t help it. Knowing you now, it was really surprising that you hadn’t just snapped on him. And Kenny couldn’t deny that he’d pay to see you tear that annoying prick down. When he recomposes himself, coming back to face you again, he already finds your powerful eyes on him, a smile on your face. God, you were just too beautiful.

“Not gonna lie, seeing you snap at him would probably be pretty funny,” he admits, shrugging as he watches you chuckle at his words.

“He’d deserve it too,” you snicker, shaking your head with a grunt. “He was acting like he was such a big guy. Bet he was sure he’d manage to piss you off and get some at the same time,” your voice comes out tainted with disgust, the sneer in it clear despite the slurring of your words.

“Guy had no idea how close to danger he was. If he knew you, he would have known he was biting off way more than he could chew,” Kenny adds with a laugh.

“Man, I really thought that after you mashed his face against that table he’d learned some humility, but he still talks like he is big shit. Despite, you know, eating the Tokyo Dome floor not even three days back,” you sneer again, rolling your eyes.

“I don’t think he is smart enough to learn humility quite so fast,” he responds, watching as you pick up your glass from the table and drinks, eyes following a droplet of your drink that spills past your bottom lip.

“Then he is annoying, self centered and stupid,” you say, slamming the almost empty glass on the table, making Kenny shudder as he realizes he was staring. You turn back to him before speaking again, voice low as you lean closer in. “If this is New Japan’s replacement for you, they really are doing bad.”

For a moment he feels lost in your proximity, eyes still drawn towards your mouth like a moth to a flame. It was like time had slowed, his heart beating loudly in his chests as a fire burnt within him. Breathing hard, Kenny recenters himself with a long exhale, his gaze finding your warm half lidded eyes.

“I’m not so sure,” he says with a short laugh. “That match was harder than I thought it would be, I’m still feeling it. I mean, can’t say he isn’t a good wrestler.”

“You still won, you are a better wrestler,” you respond with intensity, pointing a finger towards him, almost jabbing his chest with it. “Hell, you were a better wrestler when you were his age. At least you are smart, no use being strong and stupid,” you lift your glass again as you speak, taking a moment to finish what was left of your drink. “And you look better too.”

“Man,” Kenny laughs, eyes darting out staring into nothing as he speaks, “I barely even remember what I looked like when I was that age. Ten years feel so fucking distant.”

“I was talking about now, but that too I guess,” you add with a shrug, voice low and warm as Kenny looks back at you.

Despite the casual way with which you say the words, Kenny can’t stop his heart from leaping at the compliment. He chastises himself for reacting so intensely to something so stupid, you seemed so nonchalant that he was pretty sure you didn’t even think about what you said. Hell, you were too drunk to be thinking that much into what you say, so it was stupid for him to do that himself. Still, his heart did not care. Shaking his head, he tries to recompose himself, an anxious laugh leaving his mouth.

“Now, I don’t know if a lot of people would agree with you on that,” Kenny runs a hand through his hair, awkwardly laughing as he shrugs. “I mean, he isn’t even thirty, and I’m pushing forty. I’m already getting old.”

The minute Kenny finishes the word, he feels your hand pushing his head to the side, fingers digging into his cheek and the side of his face. It wasn’t a slap, most definitely not, you just turned his head to the side with your hand, but it still took him by surprise. When he looks to the side, Kenny can see your judgmental scowl from the corner of his eye. Gently, you pull your hand away, the gesture almost feeling like a caress to his stubbled skin. Kenny turns back to face you just as you lean in closer to him. He can smell your perfume, scent taking a hold of his mind, his eyes lost in the depths of yours.

“Don’t you start, I told you I’m gonna start feeling old myself,” you shake your head as you speak, fitting him with the most menacing gaze your hazy mind could muster.

“You aren’t,” Kenny starts with a soft laugh before you cut him off again.

“Then you aren’t old either. And even if you are a decade older than him, you still won, shame on him for that. He still can’t fill your shoes, he isn’t strong or intelligent enough for that,” you shoot back, words slurring as you speak progressively faster. When you stop for a moment, you take a deep breath, brows furrowed together as your eyes stare into Kenny’s wide ones. “And if you try to debate me on that, I’m gonna stab you with a skewer.”

There is a pause for a moment, you two staring at each other in silence, before Kenny starts laughing. The intensity in your voice somehow chasing his anxieties back into the darker corners of his mind. His heart almost feels lighter, like he was finally breathing freely. He raises his hands to the sides of his head, chuckling as the scowl cleared from your face.

“Okay, okay, you are right, you are correct. I won’t say I’m old anymore, I promise, please don’t stab me,” Kenny can’t help but laugh again as you huff, almost pouting in his direction before mouthing a silent okay. “And thank you.”

“Just telling the truth,” you reply, smile gracing your face again, and it has Kenny’s heart melting. “Besides, you weren’t the one who had to stoop so low as to try and hit on your rival’s ex to get to him. I think he is too dumb to realize that being seen kissing me would only make him look more like a bad copy of you,” you finish with a shrug, laughing softly, the sound feeling so close that it’s almost the only thing he can hear, despite the packed bar.

“Yeah, he was shooting himself in the foot with that one,” Kenny nods in agreement, giving a small laugh as silence falls between you for a beat. “Though, he could still just be doing it for you. I mean, I don’t think anyone can say you aren’t beautiful,” he almost mutters this last part, laughing again to try and hide how he felt, gaze falling away from your powerful eyes, although he can still feel them roaming over his skin.

“Nah, I could tell he was up to something,” you say in a soft voice, lazily shaking your head and laughing along with him. “But believe me, you are great. Way better than Ospreay,” your voice lowers, but remains just as soft and warm as he slowly turns back to look at you again, and, god, you feel almost closer now. “I wouldn’t really mind kissing you.”

You say the words just as his eyes find yours again, trapping him in the undertow of your darkened gaze. The line is an almost whisper, but as all sound seems to vanish around him, it feels clear as day, your voice smooth and inviting - flirtatious, even. The words wash over his body, gripping at his throat, and for a moment, Kenny forgets how to breathe, air being cut from his lungs. There is tension running thick through his blood, making his heart beat erratically, despite your warm smile never faltering. A silence hangs between the two of you, it seems so long to him, even though he knows it’s just a moment.

He tries to convince himself that he shouldn’t think too hard about it. You are drunk, you probably wouldn’t even remember this, you said it yourself. It was the alcohol speaking, clouding your mind and making you do things you wouldn’t while sober. He should disregard this whole thing as a drunken mistake. Still, Kenny’s heart wages a war against his reason. Begging his mind to reconsider, trying to plant a seed of doubt, to nourish a hope he knew he shouldn’t let take root. He begins to laugh, yeah, he’d better ignore this.

“That isn’t happening, you are very drunk,” Kenny says softly, closing his eyes and shaking his head as he laughs openly now, hellbent on forgetting this whole situation.

“Would you kiss me if I wasn’t?” Your question cuts through him, making Kenny open his eyes, finding your gaze burning into him. His heart is raging inside his chest now, and it’s like he can hear his own heavy breathing, every fiber of his body feeling like it’s on fire. But before he can answer, you two hear a loud voice coming from behind him.

“There you are,” Mercedes' tone rings loud, reaching over the music and making you both almost jolt as you turn towards her. “I was looking for you everywhere,” she whined, plopping down on the couch beside you.

“What? You were the one that went missing,” you shot back, furrowing your brows as she pulled you in for a hug.

“Doesn’t matter, the girls are going for a karaoke, come on, we gotta leave,” she spoke in a haste, some of the words slurring together as she released you from her arms just to grab your hand. “You don’t mind if I steal her away from you, do you, Kenny?”

Mercedes was drunk, for sure, but Kenny almost felt some sort of malice coming from those last words. She had turned to him fully now, smiling from ear to ear in a way that made him feel trapped - just like Okada. You had your eyes turned to him too, and he felt like a deer in headlights, trying his best not to show how his heart was racing right now. He was frozen for a split second before finally managing to react, laughing awkwardly at the taunting look in Mercedes eyes.

“Me? Hey, that’s with her,” Kenny replied with a chuckle, gesturing towards you.

“Merce-” you began, turning your face to her before she cut you off.

“Come on, you are coming, babe,” she whined again, pouting as she looked into your eyes before turning to him. “Oh, you wanna come, Kenny?”

“Thanks, but no, I’m good here. Probably gonna call it a night soon, I’ve had enough partying,” Kenny responded with a shake of his head and a wave of his hand. To be honest, he’d had more than enough partying.

“Alright then. Bye, Kenny,” Mercedes exclaimed as she got up, pulling you up along with her and moving you both towards the door.

“Well, see you, Kenny,” you said as she started dragging you, shooting him a playful smile that had Kenny’s heart shaking again.

“Take care out there,” he added, worry tainting his voice. No matter what had just happened, seeing you both drunk heading out like that still had him a bit on the edge. Despite knowing that you’d be with a group and that you could take care of yourselves.

“Don’t worry, I’ll personally take care of her,” Mercedes said over her shoulder with a laugh that, once again, felt weirdly malicious.

When Kenny got back to the hotel room from the party, he was exhausted. He’d stayed a bit longer, but the night had truly felt way too long. Your words still echoed in his mind, fueling the raging storm of his heart. You were drunk - he repeated to himself, trying to reason his way out of his messy feelings. He would be better forgetting that whole thing, cause come morning, you wouldn’t remember it as well. Still, his heart yearned.

After a long cold shower, Kenny finally managed to put his feelings in check. Or at least enough so that he could be reasonable again. Sitting on the hotel bed, he checked the hour on his phone, it was already past midnight, a part of him wondered where you were. Beyond everything that had happened, he still worried about you, worried about your safety. With a sigh, he pulled your messages on his phone, wanting to check in on you. For a minute he argued with himself over whether he should send that text, waging a war on his mind before his worries about you won.

Once more sleep avoided Kenny, his mind running a mile a minute leaving him awake for a while before exhaustion started to settle in. He had been watching whatever of interesting he could find on the hotel TV for over an hour by now, trying to silence his anxieties and the constant screaming of his heart. He was almost drifting off to sleep when he heard his phone vibrating on the bedside table. Pulling it up, a part of him hoped to see an answer from you, but instead, it was a message from an unknown number. When he checked the picture, he saw it was Mercedes.

When Kenny went back to look at the message, he noticed that it had an attached picture. He hit the button to download it and went on to read the text itself. ‘She wanted to tell you she was fine, but her phone ran out of battery and now she just dozed off in my room. Honestly Kenny, you act so sweet around her, it's fucking adorable ;)’ As he finally looked at the picture he saw you, wearing an oversized shirt, head buried in one of the pillows on Mercedes’ bed. Despite the teasing tone that Kenny could feel coming even from her message, he couldn’t help but feel the photo warming his anxious heart. Fuck, he really had fallen hard already.

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