#Tyler Bate Drabble

[wrestlersownmyheart]

After the show, you went out to the lobby to take a pic with Tyler and Trent and to hang with them for a few minutes. You soon began to sense the edginess of the other fans, and went to say goodbye to your bois before you left.

“I wish you could stay so I could walk you to the train,” Tyler said softly. “I don't think you should be out by yourself.”

“I have to, Big Strong Boi,” you teased. “I'll miss the train if I wait on you. I'll be fine.”

“Here...” He handed you a piece of paper, and gave you a quick kiss. “It's my number. I hope you'll use it.”

You smiled as you took the slip of paper from him. “I will. And I will text you my number.”

With that, you waved your goodbyes and headed out of the building.

Only to be grabbed from behind.

“Think you're gonna miss that train, little girl.”

[ambootyos]

"What happens if I do this." With Pete Dunne, please

“Are you mad about something?”

I asked Pete as we drove home. He didn’t say a word, and rolled his eyes, and scoffed, I cocked my brow, even more confused now than I was before.

I crossed my arms, and rolled my eyes as well.

“Ugh, fine. Don’t tell me. I hate when you get like this.” I sighed.

“Yeah. Maybe ‘ya can just call Tyler, ‘nd complain about me ‘ta him.” He said angrily.

“Is that what this is about?” I asked, before shaking my head and laughing sarcastically. “You’re unbelievably ridiculous. You know that?” I mumbled.

“Well, maybe if ‘ya ‘adn’t spent ‘va whole night ignoring me ‘ta talk ‘ta ‘im, I wouldn’t ‘fink ‘ya were into ‘im.” He growled.

“Wow. You know, maybe I will call him.” I sighed, turning to look out the window.

He smirked slightly.

“‘Ya’d be disappointed Love.” He started, causing me to turn my attention back to him. “He’s no me ‘afta all.” He flirted.

I chuckled, and rolled my eyes.

“Oh, I see how it is. I refuse to give into this little tantrum of yours, and suddenly you aren’t mad anymore?” I teased.

“I just don’t want ‘ya ‘ta lose ‘va best ‘fing ‘vat’s ‘eva happened to you.” He smiled.

“Hmm, maybe I’ll flirt with Tyler more often.” I teased, causing his face to harden, and roll his eyes again.

“Well, now ‘m p*ssed again. Nice job Love.” He mumbled.

“Aww, what happens if I do this?” I flirted, as I put my hand on his upper thigh, and down his jeans, causing him to sit up straight, and smirk, he moaned slightly.

“Well..it’s ‘ah start..” He smirked.

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[monsteramongmen-tamer]

#35: “About the baby...it’s yours.”  -Tyler Bate.

Thank you to the lovely @kaitlynwwefan for this request! I hope you like it!

Tagging: @kaitlynwwefan, @reigns420, @littleprincess1621, @m-a-t-91, @luckygillblog, @finnbalorsbabygirl, @unabashedwwesmut, @blackwidow2721

Being one of the best female wrestlers was the best rush of your life. At least that was what people kept telling you. Doing these things came easy to you and you enjoyed.

Nothing made you more happy then coming to work and it being your passion. You got to come see your friends everyday and work.

One day you were in the performance center preparing for the pay-per-view that was this weekend. You were fighting Natalya for the women's title.

Everyone was telling you that you had it in the bag. That championship was yours.

You were taking a water break when 3 English gentleman walked in and went straight to Hunter’s office.

The British strongstyle boys. Pete, Tyler, and Trent.

They were scheduled to have a match at the NXT Takeover show against Adam Cole and his people. Fans were going to freak the fuck out.

You continued to work out when they were done. Suddenly you noticed they were walking towards you. All of them.

What the hell.

“We have been seein’ a lot of your face lately.” Pete said.

“Uh for the show? Yeah..I have a title match.” You said, nervously.

“We just wanted to come over and wish ya luck.” Trent said.

“Well thank you. Means a lot coming from you guys.” You said.

“Good luck out there, we’ll be rooting for ya.” Tyler said, shooting you a wink.

They walked away.

“Thanks…” You said, even though they probably couldn’t hear you anymore.

Tyler turned around and waved, acknowledging your thanks. He was looking back long enough that he almost ran into the door.

“Bloody hell, mate. Watch where you’re walkin’” Pete said to Tyler.

Later that night, you couldn’t sleep so you decided to get another workout in.

When you walked through the doors, Tyler was in there.

“Hey, what are you doing in here so late?” You asked him, startling him.

He put his weights down, “Well I could ask you da same question.” He said.

“Can’t sleep. Figured I would just get another workout in.” You said.

“Ah. Gotcha. I’m still on UK time, so I would normally be working out now, just at 9AM rather than 4AM.” He said, chuckling.

You nodded, “Fair enough. Need a spotter?”

You spotted Tyler and he did the same for you. You worked out until the sun came up.

Tyler asked if you wanted to get a cup of coffee. You agreed.

You never realized how freaking cute Tyler was until you were up close and personal.

There was a cute little coffee shop down the street, so you just walked right there. Not caring that you were all sweaty and disgusting.

Tyler was actually a very funny guy. You had a lot in common. He even paid for your coffee.

You walked back to your hotel room and took a shower.

When you got out, there was a light knock on your door.

It was Tyler.

You opened it just a little bit, that way he couldn’t see that you were in a towel.

“Hey, what’s up?” You asked.

“Pete put tha do not disturb sign on tha door. Could I maybe hang out in here for the mornin’? I will just need ta borrow your shower and maybe the bed to take a nap, you know, since I didn’t sleep last night.” He said.

“Yeah that’s fine.” You opened the door enough to let him in.

“Sorry, I just got out of the shower myself so excuse the towel. There should still be hot water. Go ahead and use it!” You said.

Tyler did just that.

While he was in the shower, you decided to get dressed quickly, before he got out.

You lucked out. He walked out as you were putting your bra on. You were in nothing but your bra and underwear.

“Uh, sorry. I didn’t know you were changin’!” He said, looking away.

“It’s fine. It’s not like you haven’t seen a girl in a bra before.” You said.

You grabbed for a shirt and started putting it on.

“Wait, don’t.” Tyler said.

Tyler walked over to you and grabbed your face and kissed you.

That was unexpected.

He was kissing you and taking things to the next level.

Leading you to the bed, he stripped you from the rest of your clothes. He ditched his towel.

You can imagine what happened next….

The PPV was here and you were ready to go. You felt good. That little moment in your hotel room the day before...boosted your confidence. Even though you thought it was all the way at the top, now it was.

The match went well. You won. You were the new Smackdown Woman’s Champion.

Even weeks later, people were still congratulating you on your amazing victory, but you haven’t heard from Tyler.

It was almost overwhelming. But you were proud of yourself.

Just because you were champion though, didn’t mean you got any breaks. You were still in the gym everyday, giving it your all.

One morning while you were working out, you all of a sudden felt sick.

You were nauseous. You ran over to the nearest trash can, but you almost didn’t it in time.

At first, you thought you just got food poisoning from something you ate, but this was now a daily thing.

You went to the doctor to try to figure it out. And you now had the reason you were so sick everyday.

You were pregnant.

The world was spinning before you, as if you were on the carousel of your nightmares and couldn’t get off.

You knew that it was Tyler’s baby. He was the only guy you had been with for a long time. You were too focused on your career, except that one day. And you hadn’t even heard from him since then.

Keeping it a secret that you were pregnant was challenging, but you managed. You did tell Shane and Daniel. They were your bosses. They needed to know.

They told you that if you were pregnant, you weren’t physically able to defend your title. Otherwise you’d be taking the risk of hurting or even losing your baby. You had no choice but to give up your title.

You did so on the next episode of Smackdown live.  

Since you gave up your title, you kept it easy for awhile.

Rumors started going around that you were pregnant, but you didn’t confirm anything with anyone.

You still went to the performance center to help out.

Hunter asked you to come in and help out with some things, since you weren’t wrestling at the time. You were 4 months pregnant at this point. Barely showing.

Of course the same morning that you came in, Tyler and Pete came in as well.

You were in one of the offices doing something when someone knocked on the door and came in.

Tyler.

“Hey, ya got a minute?” He asked.

“Sure...what do you need?” You asked him.

“How are ya?” He asked.

“Uh, I’ve been better. You?” You asked.

Tyler looked at the ground, hand rubbing the back of his neck, “Good, good. Just wanted to see how you were. It’s been awhile. You look good.”

“Thanks.” You didn’t mean to be short with him, but what were you supposed to do. He had no idea that you were pregnant.

“No problem. Look, there’s been some talk. And I just wanted to ask...uh. Are you..” He stopped talking. He couldn’t ask what he wanted to ask, but you knew exactly what he was trying to say.

He cleared his throat, “Are you pregnant?”

Looking down at the stack of papers in front of him you didn’t know what to say.

“Well?” He asked.

“Yeah, about the baby...it’s yours.” You said.

You felt like you were going to throw up, but not because of the baby.

“So it’s true. You’re havin’ my kid.” He said, now sitting, trying to gather his thoughts. You couldn’t blame him though. This was huge news.

“Yeah..I would have told you about it, but I just didn’t know how. I don’t want to ruin your career. You’re so young and just now getting started. I don’t want to ruin that just because of this. I was just going to do it on my own…” You said. You felt yourself start to get emotional.

Fuck.

Tyler stood up and went to you, turned your chair and knelt down to your level.

“You aren’t gonna do this alone, love. We are in dis togetha. It might not be ideal, but that’s life.” He said, wiping away your tears.

“Really? You want this?” You asked him.

“Absolutely.” He reached for your belly. “I am here for you and this little baby now.”

That was all you needed. You had a glimpse of hope that everything would be okay. He was in this with you.

This tiny human growing inside of you was the only thing that mattered now. And now you knew that it would have a mom AND a dad. Nothing warmed your heart more.

[spine-buster]

Tyler Bate #18

“You’re so sexy when you’re all hot and bothered.”

You wondered if the guy at the bar that had chatted you up saw how many eye rolls you gave him.  The more he talked, the more eye rolls – your eyes were starting to get tired.    You generally hated the type of guys who hung out in bars and clubs anyway, but because it was your friend’s birthday, you found yourself in one waiting for them to arrive.  You’d have to give them hell for being so late and leaving you waiting for them alone in a bar.

“Anyway, enough about me…how about I buy you a drink and we get to know each other better?”

You suppressed another eye roll and opted for a polite but tight-lipped smile.  “I appreciate the sentiment, but I think I’ll pass.”

“Come on, don’t be rude.”

“I’m not being rude,” you said.  “I thanked you for the offer but I’m going to have to refuse it.”

“Come on, I was being nice to you.  Have a drink with me.”

There was no way he was going to convince you to have a drink with him.  “That doesn’t mean I owe you anything.  I’m not going to have a drink with you.”

He snorted.  “Prude.”

“Excuse me?”

“I bet you’re one of those girls who just loves the attention and can’t get enough.  You want to make me fight for it, is that right?”

Your jaw practically hit the floor.  “Are you insane?”

“Come on, baby.”

“Is there a problem here?” you suddenly heard the only voice you wanted to hear.  You looked behind you quickly to see Tyler, who had finally arrived.  His fingers grazed the small of your back as he stared down the guy at the bar.

“Hey man, let me ask you a question,” the guy immediately jumped in, thinking Tyler would be on his side.  “Let’s say you and a girl have been chatting up a while, you’ve been really nice to her the whole time, and then you offer to buy her a drink.  She should take it, right?”

“She doesn’t have to do jack shit for you, man,” Tyler said with a laugh in his voice.

“Why the fuck not?”

“Well, for one, she doesn’t owe you anything because she’s someone else’s girlfriend,” Tyler said.

“Oh, really?  You’re with him?” he asked you.  He turned his attention back to Tyler.  “You should really watch out, man.  She’s been flirting for the last little while.”

You were about the scream at him but Tyler tugged you back behind him so you wouldn’t pounce, and stepped in between you and the man.  “You better watch your fucking mouth when you’re talking about my girl,” he warned in a low, grumbly voice.  He buffed up his chest and flexed his arm muscles, showing his true size, going almost head-to-head with the man.  “If you so much as even look her way for the rest of the night I will make damn sure me and my buddies have you drink your own blood instead of that beer you’re holding, understood?”

As if on cue, Pete appeared to the side of Tyler from the crowd.  “Do we have a problem here?”

The man looked Pete up and down with a look of fear in his eyes as he took in his size and scowl.  “It’s cool, man,” he raised his hand for mercy.  

Tyler laughed smugly.  “If you still have a problem, we could always discuss it outside.”

The man waved his hands up in mercy again.  “No man, it’s cool.  Enjoy your night,” he cowered, walking away.   

Tyler, of course, took this as a victory, spinning around to face you, his hands grabbing at your hips.  “Hey babe.  Sorry we’re late.”

“You better not be late ever again,” you said, giving him a quick kiss.  “You know, you’re so sexy when you’re all hot and bothered.”

Tyler giggled, giving you another quick kiss.  “Remember that in a few hours when you’re carrying me out of the bar.”

[heelmaryse]

Tyler Bate // Jealousy Drabble

Tyler is secretly dating reader, and gets jealous because she’s Pete Dunne’s valet, based on this request: 

“MAYBE JUST A JEALOUS TYLER BATE WHILE IN THE RING????” requested by my bby aka @screamersdontdance 

Being Pete Dunne’s valet was great. His asshole-ish heel antics were a source of constant amusement for her and they’d fast become great friends. It was swell.

But being Pete Dunne’s valet when you’re secretly dating Tyler Bate? Now that was not so great.

And she knew that it got to Tyler… All those late night meetings with creative that she had to attend with Pete, all those events she had to go to… with Pete. All the signings she had to do… sitting next to Pete. It had got to the point where sometimes, due to their schedules matching, she even had to travel with Pete.

And Tyler, bless his heart, he was so sweet. He was so sweet that he’d always greet her at whatever arena or venue they were scheduled to be at with a warm smile on his face and an even warmer embrace.

But she wasn’t blind to how her boyfriend’s fists tightened when he saw her getting out of Pete’s car, after four hours of traveling with him. Or when Pete would sit with her during catering in a secluded corner, ready to discuss what he wanted her to wear for when she walked out with him at whatever taping or PPV was on that night.

She especially noticed Tyler’s eyes flash with anger and jealousy as he stood in the ring when she walked down the entrance ramp with Pete, glued to his arm and preening for the crowd. Like right now.

Tyler and Pete were going at it for the United Kingdom Championship at NXT Takeover: Chicago. Pete had instructed her to ‘dress sexy’ for the event, and sexy fit her character to the T. Which was why she was ringside in a form-fitting, scarlet red dress, short enough to catch Tyler’s eye and his tongue to run over his lips.

But also short enough to make her boyfriend visibly seethe with anger as he watched Pete, fully in heel mode, brush his hand a little closer to her ass as she walked him down the ring.

“Go Pete!” She yelled in character, pacing around ringside, half of her mind trying to focus on not tripping in the gigantic skyscraper heels they’d had her wear, whilst the other half worried about Tyler, hoping he wouldn’t be too jealous, although his actions told otherwise.

Tyler was throwing punches a bit too stiffly at Pete (looking rather pointedly at her as he did so), and once the latter caught on, well, that was the end for Tyler. He ended up not only losing the United Kingdom championship to Pete, but also sporting a very legitimate looking black eye at the hands of the bruiserweight and it made her heart hurt just looking at it.

She caught his eye as he lay at the side of ring whilst Pete celebrated, and Tyler grimaced in pain before looking away. Shit.

*

“Baby, you shouldn’t have hit Pete so hard.” She told Tyler, holding a pack of ice in her hand and trying to reach up to press it against his eye except he kept shrugging her away. She sighed when she didn’t get a response from him, trying again, “Look, I know why you did it… I know you think –”

“Why’s he got to be all over you like that?” Tyler interrupted her, turning around to face her quite abruptly, a sneer adorning his usually smiley and happy-go-lucky face, “The guy’s a prick, flaunting you around when he –”

“He doesn’t mean to,” She spoke gently, sighing with relief when Tyler finally sat down and let her press the ice pack on his black eye, “It’s all his character, baby, you know how he gets when he’s in character.”

Tyler shook his head before finally looking at her, up and down, with his eyes lingering at certain places, “And that… that dress.” He seethed hotly, “Who told you to wear such a… such a tight dress so that he couldn’t keep his hands off you even more than usual?”

“I told you,” She said patiently, applying a bit of pressure to his eye which made him grunt slightly in a ‘manly’ display of pain, “It’s just his character. And anyways, he doesn’t even know we’re together, Tyler, no one does…”

Tyler scoffed, “Well, it’s time they knew,” He grabbed her hand which was holding the ice pack against his eye and slowly set it down, and she gazed worriedly at his poor black eye, almost swollen shut, “Pete left with my title tonight, can’t have him leaving with my girl too.”

Chapped lips pressed against her own, and hardly a second had gone by before he pulled her on to his lap, his large hands sliding down to squeeze her ass possessively, “It’s time we tell everyone…” Tyler spoke breathlessly between kisses, “It’s time we told them just exactly who you belong to.”

Her breath caught in her throat when she felt him fiddle around with the zipper of her dress, “T-Tyler, we can’t! Not here! Shouldn’t we wait till we get back to the hotel?”

“No,” Tyler said decisively, biting her lip sexily before all but shoving his tongue past her lips, and they made out a while longer as he peeled her dress off, leaving her in a matching scarlet lingerie set which he had bought for her birthday, “Here. We’re doing this here. I need to show you who you belong to, babe.”

She giggled at his serious tone, pressing a chaste kiss on his cheek, “I know I’m yours, Tyler… I just think we need to deal with that black eye first, I know how wild you can get and I don’t want any more injuries tonight.”

There was a slight pause, and then even Tyler, despite all his seriousness from a second earlier, had to giggle at her reference to their… rougher sex sessions. And she couldn’t help but kiss his nose quickly, because he looked so cute when he was smiley.

“Well, I dunno, I think the black eye makes me look kinda rugged, don’t you?” He said, and she couldn’t help but laugh at how he’d gone from angry to jealous to sex crazed to goofy all in a matter of a few minutes.

“Oh yeah,” She agreed, “It’s so sexy. Lemme go thank Pete for giving you that real quick, shall I?”

Quick as a wink, Tyler’s arms tightened around her so fast, it was comical, “Fuck Pete,” He said hotly, before smiling at her sweetly, “Stay here and tend to my eye, baby. You look sexy when you’re playing nurse.”

She rolled her eyes, “Call me your nurse one more time, and that black eye will be the least of your worries.” She warned him, but she did so with a smile, one which he returned. And she was glad she had curbed his jealousy and calmed him down. This once.

THE END

A/N: OK ONCE AGAIN I do realise this is 1k+ words and therefore not exactly a ‘drabble’ but once again I got carried away lmaoo. Also this is my first time writing Tyler Bate and honestly??? It was hard as fuck so pls excuse it if it sucks or if it’s all over the place @screamersdontdance :))))

ALSO PLS TAG ANYONE WHO’S INTERESTED IN TYLER/PETE SINCE I DOUBT THAT MANY OF MY FOLLOWERS ARE…IDEK LMAO 

tagging; @xstylesxclashx @the-geekgoddes @xuhwheredidkylogox @alexahood21 @idle-vanity @georgina019 @paradoxical-opheliac @justtrey19 

ALSO there’s more drabbles to come tonight so tell me if you wanna be tagged!!

[wrasslegrrl-blog]

Post Match Pint (Part One)

Note: So I wanted to attempt a BSS fanfic, so here’s the result! Constructive criticism welcome! :) This is Part One of what I hope will be a longer series. Hoping to add smut later on if there is enough interest. Pairing: Reader/ Pete Dunne/ Tyler Bate/ Trent Seven This is set just after the WWE UK Championship Tournament, when Tyler is still UK Champion.  P.s. I did my best to write the canon version of the guys, so this is kayfabe, not how they are in in real life.

You glanced up from your place in the queue. A few metres away, you could see a table covered with hoodies, t-shirts and posters and just behind that, the trio whose faces were plastered all over the merch. You shifted nervously from one foot to the other as you inched closer to the front of the queue. You'd just watched Trent Seven, Tyler Bate and Pete Dunne team up in a six man match – it was the first time you'd seen them live. You'd been a big fan of BSS for a while now, watching a lot of their matches online and when you heard they were finally coming to your home town, you grabbed the chance to buy a ticket and see them in person. And now here you were, just a few paces away.

'Yeah?'

A Brummy voice suddenly called from the merch stand, rousing you from your thoughts. Looking up, you realized the voice belonged to Pete Dunne. Your cheeks suddenly burned hot, as you stepped forward. You internally cursed as all the witty conversation starters you'd planned during your time in the queue escaped you; your crush was getting the better of you. Although you'd never admitted it to anyone, you'd always had a guilty crush on Pete Dunne – all the members of BSS were attractive in their own way, but there was something about Pete's smugness that was appealing. And now, here he was and you were tongue tied.

Pete glanced up from the table, with a dead pan expression. He looked extra handsome tonight. He'd since changed out of his ring gear and was now wearing a camel topcoat over a white button up shirt and had his hair pushed back. Clearing your throat, you realized a few moments had passed and nothing had been said.

'Hey. I'll, uh, take that one please.' You managed, pointing at a BSS tee. Pete nodded wordlessly, turning around to reach for it. Your stomach still a bundle of nerves and excitement, you realized this wasn’t the encounter you'd hoped for. Maybe the old saying about never meeting your heroes was right. Looking to your right, you could see Tyler laughing and leaning into a selfie with some female fans. His WWE UK Championship was proudly slung over one shoulder, glinting beautifully in the lighting of the venue. A little further, Trent was chatting away and shaking the hand of a guy wearing a BSS cap.

The scene filled you with doubt. Everyone else seemed to be having a great time meeting the lads. Why was Pete so cold? Was he always like this? Was it you? He passed over the shirt as you handed him the cash.

'Thanks.' You smiled, holding your new tee. 'You guys were great, by the way. You really stole the show with your finisher.'

'Always do.' Pete shrugged, without so much as a glance at you. Heart pounding and a lead weight in your stomach, you turned to leave, realizing the conversation was going nowhere. A hand clapped down on Pete's shoulder and a warm voice called to you,  

'You local Bab? Know any good spots around here?'

You looked over your shoulder. Trent Seven was beaming over at you. He was standing behind Pete, who now scowled at the hand on his shoulder.

'Uh, actually yeah.' You'd never been a party animal but knew a few decent bars nearby. 'There's a place just round the corner.'

Trent clapped his hands together. 'Time to pack up, lads. I think a post match pint's in order!' Tyler shot a smile over at Trent, before beginning to pack the last of the merch into boxes. Pete rolled his eyes but begrudgingly began to help. Realizing this was probably your queue to leave, you turned to leave again, only to have a hand clamp down your shoulder.

'Oi Bab, where'd you think you’re going? We need our tour guide!' Trent raised an eyebrow as he smiled down at you.

'I wasn't sure...' You managed, your mouth dry with nerves. Head swimming, you asked yourself if this was real. Just a few hours ago Trent Seven had only ever been pixels on a screen and now he was asking you for a pint?

Trent must have picked up on your nerves, because his expression and tone quickly softened. 'There's a group of us going', he gestured over to a gaggle of people a few feet away, made up of a handful of wrestlers and ring crew. 'You're more than welcome to join.'

Taking a deep breath, you fought against your nerves and nodded. When would you get this opportunity again?

'I'd like that.' You answered, in what you hoped was your smoothest voice. A smile spread across Trent's face, before he called to the others that it was time to head out. Your group milled out of the venue, with you leading the way, Trent (who was chatting away to the others) and tailed by a scowling Pete.

After a few minutes Tyler had caught up with you, ahead of the crowd. 

'Evening.'

He nodded over to you, twirling his mustache. 'So what fine establishment will you be taking us to this evening?'

'Fine establishment? Jeez, no pressure!' You chuckled, feeling lighter already. 'There's a nice bar close by. Good selection of beers and music. There's a dance floor too. I'm not a big dancer though.'

'We'll soon sort that out.' Tyler winked, a glint in his eye.

[adamcoled]

puppy parenting | tyler bate

It was entirely my fault that I'd gotten much too used to a laughter-filled apartment, one fit for nights spent watching movies and ramblings about all the nothings of the world. Although Tyler didn't live here, it was like he practically did; whenever he had free time, he was there and we were together. Since his presence was always an absentminded expectancy, the unsettling emptiness and silence of each room never felt right. I knew very well that his schedule was hectic and that relying on having him around was a terrible habit, however it'd become second-nature. Even when I tried to not let on how much I missed him, he'd mention how he wished he didn't have to leave so often and that he was sorry. The truth of the matter was that he had no reason to be sorry, no reason at all; he was young and he was living his dream and I couldn't have been more proud to be by his side throughout it all. I was the sorry one for making him have worries when his bright future should have been the only thing on his mind. 

Though I'd refuted his claims countless times, he just couldn't seem to accept me being alone in the apartment we so regularly shared. Eventually, he decided I needed something to erase the loneliness. His resolution?

"Let's get a puppy," he announced suddenly one day during a brief intermission of our horror movie marathon.

For just a split second I'd thought I'd heard him wrong considering how out of place it seemed at the time. He was traveling all over the world doing big things with the UK championship slung over his shoulder, meanwhile I was getting caught up in my own career. Simply put, we were both extremely busy and it seemed there was hardly enough time for each other, let alone to take care of a puppy. 

"A puppy?" 

"A puppy," he confirmed, all smiles and no reasoning. It must've slipped his mind how crazy our lives currently were.

I caught myself thinking about how adorable the sight of Tyler and the tiny pup would be before logic set in. "Tyler, sweetie," I began, a comforting hand placed on top of his, "I hate to be the mean girlfriend, but we really don't have the time."

"You're at this apartment alone so often, wouldn't you love the company? And when I'm home, I'll be right there with you taking care of it."

The idea did seem rather enticing. It would surely make the apartment livelier and the time pass much faster. And, not that I would admit it, but that image of the two of them curled up on the couch together was too cute to pass up.

"I mean..." I trailed off, attempting to keep up the disagreement for even just a minute longer. Tyler didn't need to know I'd given in that easily.

He grinned, tugging on my arm gently as he realized his plan would work, after all. "C'monnnn," he exaggerated.

"Alright, alright, fine. We'll get a puppy." 

Tyler insisted we get the dog the next day, more than likely because he was afraid I would change my mind. That's exactly how we ended up in this situation, him driving us back to the place that would be complete with the arrival of our cocker spaniel and me smiling down at the tiny thing, fast asleep in my lap. 

Reaching across the console, Tyler held a hand out to pet our yet-to-be-named puppy before earning a sound of disapproval from me.

"Both hands on the wheel, Bate," I chuckled, watching as he stuck his tongue out at me in annoyance. "You're not mature enough to be a parent," I sighed. 

"Try me."

Now we had a bigger task ahead of us- agreeing upon a name. We'd gone back and forth as if we were naming an actual child, and to us, we were. After a discussion that lasted much longer than it should have, I opted for searching up dog names on Google and hoping we'd come across one that we could agree on. 

"Ace is cute," I pointed out, scrolling down the page slowly, "Please tell me you like Ace."

He was silent for a moment and I was worried we'd have to sit through yet another ten minutes of never-ending disagreement. "I like Ace. Ace it is," he beamed, said puppy already sleeping the day away on his lap.

"My two boys," I smiled, resting my head against Tyler's shoulder and thinking about just how perfect the whole thing seemed. A proper beginning to our entwined future, all right here in this moment with Ace between us.

Just hours later, I learned I was both wrong and right about some things. Tyler was mature enough for this task, heading out to buy all of the things we'd need to be proper dog owners. And when I found him sprawled out on the couch with Ace sleeping so peacefully upon his chest, I discovered I was right in my thinking. It truly was an adorable sight to see the two together.

[houndofjustice-imagines]

Cuddle Monster

A/N - Drabbles are Open 

Drabble for @alyneve

Tyler was exhausted. After such a long and tiring match. Tyler wanted one thing. He wanted to get back to you. Tyler sped towards the hotel room in which you were currently at waiting patiently for him. You had just arrived in town to spend some time with him. Tyler couldn’t have been more excited to spend time with you.

As soon as he made up to the hotel room he dropped his bags at the door walking in noticing you had fallen asleep on the couch while you waited for him. Normally, Tyler would have let you sleep while he went off and did something but he wanted your attention. Tyler slowly slipped off his shoes, throwing off his jacket before laying beside you.Tyler nuzzled his face into your neck which due to Tyler’s ever growing beard the stubby sensation of Tyler’s facial hair woke you up.

“Tyler.” Tyler nodded, wrapping his arm around your waist. You placed your hand on Tyler’s arm tracing Tyler’s arms softly. 

“Tough Match?” You asked softly, as you adjusted your position on the couch so Tyler could get comfortable. Tyler slid down the couch a little so he could lay his head on your chest. 

“Yeah. I got myself into a no disqualification match so the match was brutal. I took several chair shots to my back. A typical day in the office.” 

“If you’ve been in a match, do you think it’s the best idea if your laying on a couch?”

“Technically I’m laying on you,” Tyler mumbled snuggling closer towards you.

“Ha ha. What says, we order some room service and then take it to bed so you're at least comfortable and give you the chance to rest your back.” You suggested, Tyler raised his head ever so slightly to kiss your lips gently. 

“But we can cuddle more right?” Tyler questioned. 

“Yeah, we can cuddle more.” 

“Good because I’m not done cuddling you yet.” 

[lateniteblake-blog]

Road Trip

Hey y’all, so I haven’t written anything in a very long time, so I though 2 o’clock on a Sunday night was the perfect time to change that. It would mean a lot if you could read and give me absolutely any feedback. I’m going to try get more up very soon! 

Road trips with Tyler always started out the same: promises of singing our hearts out, junk food galore, sightseeing, sleeping under the stars every night close together to keep warm. In our time together we had travelled around several countries in Europe, and now had decided to venture out across the pond, since Tyler was spending so much more time here now. Orlando, Florida to New Orleans, Louisiana, a measly 9 hour drive. Nothing compared to what we were used to.

Tyler finished loading up the car while I locked up his small rented apartment. I had only been here once before, I flew out to surprise Tyler after his first WWE match on US soil, an expensive surprise but worth it to see the look on his face. We had spent a day locked up inside, catching up on lost time, before seeing the sights Florida had to offer, including a surprise trip to Disney, a dream of mine since I was a child, and showing me around the WWE Performance Centre. Tyler loaded the last thing into the car and closed the door, jumping into the passenger side, and with that cheeky little grin of his claimed that it had been a long week and was too tired to drive.

“Fine, but driver picks the music pal”, I said as I adjusted the driver’s seat and mirrors to suit my height instead of Tylers. I took Tyler’s phone and found my road trip playlist filled with all my favourite Broadway tunes, something Tyler had grown accustomed to on our previous trips together, and pressed play, and with the catchy tune of Kinky Boots, we were off. The first hour was spent discussing our separate lives, mine back in England in university, and Tyler’s hectic schedule. I was in my final year of an English literature degree so between that and a weekend job at a local bookstore, spare time came few and far between. Tyler seemed to be in a different place every time we spoke. I enjoyed hearing his stories and seeing the photos sent to me by his friends, each of which I had come to love, it got me through the long weeks apart. He had just done a group of shows around the UK before flying to Orlando, so sitting back beside him, his hand resting on my thigh, it felt right. He told me stories of drunk Trent on nights out, dancing with everyone in sight, told me about new vegan restaurants Pete kept finding in every new city they went to, about going to see Marks band after a show one night.

We soon stopped at a gas station in Gainesville to stock up on water, soda and snacks. Then, back in the car, the conversation drew to a close as we turned the volume up and enjoyed the beautiful scenery we were surrounded by.

“It’s funny how life turns out, isn’t it? When I first met you I had no idea who you were, or what we’d become, and now I’m driving through America with a WWE champion,” I revealed softly to Tyler, after thinking how surreal this moment was.  

“Tyler?” I continued after getting no response, I looked over to find him sleeping peacefully in the seat next to me. I looked at him for a moment, and wondered how I got so lucky. I was with someone who genuinely cared for me, no matter what the distance between us is. I couldn’t wake him, and knew how much he needed the sleep. I mentally prepared myself for the remaining hours of the drive, turning the music down slightly.

‘So much for taking turns at the wheel’ I thought and laughed gently, ‘nothing ever changes’.

[billiesroyce-blog]

so does someone wanna send me some imagine or drabble requests i really feel like writing something but i don’t know what ,,

uh send smth?

[wrestlersownmyheart]

After the show, you went out to the lobby to take a pic with Tyler and Trent and to hang with them a few minutes. You soon began to sense the edginess of the other fans, and went to say goodbye to your bois before you left.

“I wish you could stay so I could walk you to the train,” Tyler said softly. “I don't think you should be out by yourself.”

“I have to Big Strong Boi,” you teased. “I'll miss the train if I wait on you. I'll be fine.”

“Here...” He handed you a piece of paper, and gave you a quick kiss. “It's my number. I hope you'll use it.”

You smiled as you took the slip of paper from him. “I will. And I will text you my number.”

With that, you waved your goodbyes and headed out of the building.

Only to be grabbed from behind.

“Think you're gonna miss that train, little girl.”

@lookalivesunshine-x

[emodrstan]

Bad At Love (A Dunnebate Drabble)

Tag Squad: @flightavy @jeri-hos-scarves @swifteforeverandalways @badboy-sethrollins @feathers-and-flesh-and-wrestling @littledeadrottinghood @gaywolflord18 @flickkick @skarlettmikaelson @riottkick

The first time Pete realized he had a crush on the younger blond that was Tyler Bate was after the UK tournament had ended with Tyler getting the pin, everyone celebrating with him, Trent looking proud, Regal looking smug.

‘I wish I could hug him’ Pete had thought, quickly shaking away the thought, snarling. The second the cameras stopped rolling: the better. He was prepared for the on-slot of trolling from his cousins in the States, but it was his sister who surprised him the most.

Good going Bruiserweight ;P

Shut up Rhea

“Hey man” Tyler said, walking in, still covered in confetti. “Hi” Pete growled. “Look I’m sorry, you deserved it more than me”

‘There he goes being all goody two shoes’

"Stop playing the I'm nice card Bate. You aren't sorry" Pete growled further, shoving Tyler into the nearest wall.

"Remember when I won the Progress title? How we celebrated then?" 'God that fucking smirk'

“Enlighten me”

“You, on top of me, nobody else around”

“I fucking hate you”

“Love you back”

[spine-buster]

Number 15 with Tyler Bate, please 🐱🙌🏻💖

“I can’t take the loneliness anymore.”

You tried to get over him, finding solace at the bottom of beer bottles and glasses filled to the rim with too-strong cocktails.  Every time you saw him you felt like downing an entire bottle of vodka.  This didn’t just happen once or twice – it was every time you saw him.  Every time you laid your eyes upon him your chest tightened and you felt your heart drop into your stomach.  The memories would come flooding back and you’d have to physically restrain yourself from crying.  Memories of the two of you curled up in bed.  Memories of him wrapping his strong arms around you and lifting you off the ground with ease.  Memories of him peeling off your clothes and kissing your thighs.  

The pain needed to be numbed.  It was too much for you to bear.   You knew it wasn’t healthy, but it helped you – the downing of the vodka, the endless glasses of drinks filled with alcohol that numbed your mind and your spirit.  It helped you get over the pain of seeing them together; seeing them kissing, touching each other, holding hands, wrapping their arms around each other.  Things you used to do with him.  Things you should still be doing with him.  Things you would give anything to do again.

“You should be dancing,” you heard Tyler scream into your ear as you continued to steal glances at Pete Dunne.

Tyler was right.  You should be dancing.  You shouldn’t be staring.  You shouldn’t be pining over Pete, wishing his new girlfriend was you.  You missed his touch.  You missed his intimacy.  You missed him.

But you couldn’t bring yourself to dance.  Truth be told, you couldn’t bring yourself to do much of anything these days.  All you could do was wish someone would show you an inch of intimacy.  Maybe that’s what you needed – someone to remind you how good you could feel.

You looked over at Tyler, sweet, innocent, young Tyler, a small grin on his face as he awaited your response.  “You alright?”

“I can’t take the loneliness anymore,” you mumbled.

“What?” he asked, the music too loud for him to hear what you had just said.  It was probably for the better.

You did what you knew was so, so wrong, but what you desperately needed.  You wrapped your arms around his neck and planted your lips on his in a wet, sloppy kiss.  He almost immediately responded and wrapped his own arms around your waist.  

You didn’t want to think about what you were doing.  You didn’t want to think at all anymore.  “Take me back to the hotel, Tyler,” you said as seductively as you could.

“Are you serious?”

You kissed him again, hoping that answer would suffice.  It wasn’t long before he grabbed your hand and started dragging you out of the club.  You didn’t miss the stare Pete gave the two of you as you left.

[wwesmutdonedirtcheap]

hey, forgot to send in my drabble request! could you do one with either Tyler Bate or Finn, watching mystery shows & getting real into solving it with you? 💕

“Why do ya watch dis stuff, huh? Ya know it’s just a bunch a garbage.”

I rolled my eyes and glanced up behind my shoulder, where Finn stood beside the back of the couch.

“It’s not garbage,” I sighed, taking another bite of my popcorn “I’m not watching Jerry Springer…This is a real life mystery.”

He walked around and sat down beside me, kissing my cheek and propping his feet up on the coffee table. I waved the popcorn bag underneath his nose and he laughed.

“Yer a lil’ tease. Ya know my match is comin’ up.”

“Ok,” I playfully shrugged “More for me.”

He settled down against the cushions and I watched his face as he started paying attention. 

I was watching Dateline Murder Mysteries. Quite possibly my favorite show. Finn liked to call it Women’s Murder Club and it would always illicit an annoyed response from me.

We had been together a little over a year and living together for a few months. If I could watch anime, he could deal with a little love triangle murder mystery.

“So she was wit both of ‘em?” Finn asked, motioning toward a picture of the woman in the middle of it all.

“Mhm,” I nodded “She was married to the husband for five years and then she started sleeping with one of her old college boyfriends.”

“And now da husband is dead and she did it?” he gathered, staring more intently at the television.

“Maybe,” I smirked “Or maybe it was the boyfriend…Or they did it together.”

“What kinda man commits murda’ just cause his cheatin’ girlfriend asks him to.”

“Maybe they both wanted the husband gone for good,” I held the bag in front of him again.

He mindlessly grabbed a handful and ate it.

“Well he’s a damn fool din’ ain’t he?” Finn shook his head “She’ll just leave ‘em once he’s takin’ care of her problem.”

“She’s denying any involvement,” I motioned to the tv as it showed her police department interview tape.

“Of course she would!” Finn looked annoyed at her “Throwin’ da’ idiot who fell fer her unda’ the bus. Probably kissin’ all ova him and promisin’ him a good life once she gathas’ her poor husband’s life insurance.”

“Now you’re catching on,” I scooted closer.

“These people are absolutely mad, aren’t they?”

I nodded as he grabbed some more popcorn and chewed on it intently as he watched.

The woman started telling the police that she suspected her boyfriend killed him but she was too scared.

“Ya ain’t bloody scared ya lya’ “ he scoffed at the tv “Yer just as guilty as yer lil’ boyfriend is.”

I giggled and laid my head on his shoulder.

“Finn, maybe we should…” I tried to start talking to him about our plans for the next day.

“Shh,” he lightly placed his finger to my lips “They’re gonna interview da’ idiot.”

[daddyhendo]

New and Improved Masterlist❤️

—————————————

AJ Styles

Good Girl Gone Bad - AJ Styles x Reader (SMUT)

Overview: Reader is a good student but is concerned when her teacher Mr Styles calls her to stay behind.

Do You Trust Me? - AJ Styles x Reader (SMUT)

Overview: Reader and Aj are having their regular love making sessions but AJ wants to change it up abit.

That’s How I Like It - AJ Styles x Reader (SMUT) NEW!

Kenny Omega

Is There Anything Else I Can Do For You? - Kenny Omega x Reader (SMUT)

Overview: Reader is a waitress at a restaurant, Kenny catches her eye, she decides to face him but makes an awkward encounter.

Hes Out Of My League - Kenny Omega x Reader (SMUT)

Overview: Reader is best friends with Marty, he wants to take her out clubbing for the first time in a long time, but she’s nervous as she has a crush on Kenny, so Marty advises her to strut her stuff and get him.

Truth or Dare - Kenny Omega x Reader x Marty Scurll (SMUT)

Overview: Kenny and Marty invited Reader over to hangout, things get super interesting when they play a game of Truth or Dare.

50 Shades Of Kenny Omega: Reversed - Kenny Omega x Reader (SMUT)

Overview: Reader and Kenny are in long term relationship and reader decides to surprise Kenny with some 50 Shades style sex, what he doesn’t know is that she’s in charge or so she thinks.

You’re So Good With Your Hands - Kenny Omega x Reader (SMUT)

Overview: Kenny just finished his match with Okada and you being the head of medical attention see to him, things get intimate when you start gently massaging him.

Forbidden Love - Kenny Omega x Reader (Mentions of sex, swearing and angst)

Overview: Kenny and Reader have been having frequent sexual encounters until one night he decides shes too young.

Forbidden Love: Sequel - Kenny Omega x Reader (SMUT)

Following months of not speaking to Kenny after that gut wrenching night, she finally sees him with a new girl.

Forbidden Love Part 3 - Kenny Omega, AJ Styles x Reader 

The DM - Kenny Omega x Reader (Slight SMUT)

Overview: Reader hasn’t seen her boyfriend Kenny for months, with hours to spare he sends her a cheeky pic to keep her occupied.

You Asked For This - Kenny Omega x Reader (swearing, SMUT)

With only 10 minutes to spare the reader teases Kenny into giving her what she wants.

Mile High Club - Kenny Omega x Reader (SMUT)

Valentines Day Lap Dance - Kenny Omega x Reader (Light Smut, oral sex)

Mr Omega - Kenny Omega x Reader (Smut, student x teacher, curse words)

Pete Dunne

Lets Do This Again Sometime - Tyler Bate x Reader x Pete Dunne (SMUT)

Overview: Reader is close with Pete and Tyler, she has a crush on both and just wants to be dominated by them, one night they make her wish come true.

Do You Need Help There? - Pete Dunne x Reader (SMUT)

Overview: Reader is the Usos innocent little sister who has a huge thing for Pete Dunne, he one day finds her in the locker room and has his way with her.

Mr Dunne - Pete Dunne x Reader (SMUT)

Overview: Reader is a college student who majors in biology, she happens to have a massive thing for her teacher Mr Dunne, one day he asks her to stay behind, it then leads to a sexual encounter.

Pony - Pete Dunne x Reader (SMUT)

Overview: Reader wants to thigh ride her boyfriend Pete Dunne.

Pete Dunne Drabble - Pete Dunne x Reader (SMUT)

Overview: Pete likes to tease and punish his girlfriend just until she cant take no more.

The Fire In Her Soul - Pete Dunne x Reader (Mentions of Sex, swearing, daddy kink)

Overview: After spotting Reader in the club and taking quite a liking to her, Pete had to have her for himself and nothing could stop him.

Pete Dunne Drabble - Pete Dunne x Reader (SMUT)

Overview: A short drabble on which Pete goes all daddy on the Reader.

Mile High Club - Pete Dunne x Reader (SMUT)

Dean Ambrose

50 Shades of Dean Ambrose - Dean Ambrose x Reader (SMUT)

Overview: A 50 Shades style Dean Ambrose smut fic, with it being the readers first time.

Fuck Buddies - Jon Moxley x Reader

NSFW Alphabet

Kenny Omega

C

D

I

J

K

P

X

Tyler Bate

J

Pete Dunne

K

L

Marty Scurll

C

M

Finn Balor

C

J

U

V

Short Imagines

Marty Scurll x Reader - Make Up Sex

Dash Wilder x Reader - 1 Year Anniversary

Tama Tonga - Make Up Sex

Finn Balor - 1 Year Anniversary

Marty Scurll - Drunk Sex

Kota Ibushi x Reader - Hate Sex

Seth Rollins - Wedding Proposal

Seth Rollins - Hate Sex

[winedwords]

are you taking drabble requests? if you are I think I want "If it didn't hurt enough now I have to see you flirt" with Pete Dunne? Or Tyler Bate? Whoever you feel more comfortable with. If you're not doing these yikes, sorry. Thanks!

Bless Bea for trying to obstruct your vision from seeing them.

She practically charged up with wild eyes, nearly spilling your solo cup full of beer, trying to keep you from seeing them. Will and Bea were throwing a housewarming party for their new place and it felt like everyone on the British Wrestling scene had shown up, the house packed to the gills with people. 

Including your ex.

Everyone had told you to stay far, far away from him. That who he was in the ring, cold and possessive and brutal and sadistic, was very close to who he was outside of the ring. That he’d use up everything good in you and then leave you a husk of yourself. 

They didn’t see what you did. They didn’t see the warm mornings wrapped in each other’s arms, the late night talks, the little things he would do to let you know you were cherished. Yes, he was gruff and downright brutish sometimes, but you never had any doubts about how he felt for you. 

And then it all ended three months, when you had made space for him in your bedroom closet. He was practically living in your place anyway, it just made sense. He had flipped out and you were left in tears as he stomped out of the front door.

The news had spread like wild fire. 

Bea was truly doing her best, chattering about something that you tuned out as soon as you saw them. 

He was pushing her hair back behind her ear, leaning in with a smirk to murmur something to her, his eyes making contact with yours from across the room. The six beers that had left you buzzing pleasantly felt like they had evaporated and you were left painfully sober. You pushed your beer roughly at your friend.

“I need some air.”

You skirted around a frozen Bea and quickly pushed through the crowd to the door to the backyard. For as packed as the house was, the porch was completely empty and you took a series of deep breaths, trying to relax and ignore what felt like a boulder in your chest.

“(Y/N)? You okay luv?”

Fury crawled up your spine and you whirled around with a snarl.

“Really? I was so close to being over you. I was doing my best to not go to places where I knew you were. I was doing just fine. And then you have to show up here, when you had to know I would be here.As if it didn’t hurt enough, now I have to see you flirt? Fuck you Pete.”

He gaped, mouth opening and closing several times in silence before you scoffed and tried to leave to go around him. One of his thick arms stopped you from getting to the door. 

“Please. Don’t go.”