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kitkat238984 · 3 months

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Stupid Cupid

Summary: Only your dear friend, Dante, would be the one to get so tired of your obliviousness to one another's love that he'd force you both to go on a blind date.

And how do you two return the favour? Well, it's an eye for an eye, right?

Notes: This one's not all that good to be honest.

5426 words.

“Y/N”.

You glanced up from your phone at the clean-cut man with brown curled hair and a neat goatee sat under his chin. You raised an expecting eyebrow at Dante who leaned his weight on his hands against the table you were sitting at, leaning over and towering over you.

“Can I help you?” you asked, ending the tense silence.

“Tyler likes you”.

Not this again.

You sighed and went back to scrolling through Instagram.

“No, he doesn’t”.

“How would you know that?”

“I just do”.

It was his turn to sigh and drop his head, deciding to sit down on the chair opposite you. He knew there was no use in convincing you - he’d tried countless times - yet he still thought that maybe one day you’ll be all like “Oh my god, really? I’m going to give Tyler a biiiiig kiss!”

At first he made little comments like “stop flirting, you two” whenever you both were laughing at something and simply having fun.

Then it was the suggestive winks and nudges which were attempts to direct your attention to one another in a more romantic light (which was obviously to no use).

He once made a remark about how you never date anyone or ever have a boyfriend and you promptly came out saying, “It’s hard to date when I’m head over heels for Tyler”. You’d responded so casually that the Martin brother had almost laughed it off, but he quickly realised what you'd just admitted to.

Why weren’t you embarrassed? Was it sarcasm? You didn’t acknowledge your response at all, not even a single movement to indicate how you were feeling.

This all led him to that moment. The moment where he spent every waking hour tormented having to watch the both of you as clueless and ignorant as the other, like children lost at the grocery store looking for your parents.

“Why don’t you just ask him?” he asked for maybe the fourth or fifth time this week.

“Nah I’m good”.

Of course that was your response. Of course you acted like you didn’t care. Of course you wouldn’t be willing to even take a chance, to believe one of her friends, one of Hook’s closest friends. He considered giving up, but for some reason he felt like he was their cupid, the one to shoot the arrow for two of his very good friends.

“Alright then”, he replied.

You expected Dante to declare that the end of his attempt to make a fool out of you, however, he still hadn’t left the table and continued to stare at you, almost trying to study you.

Feeling the eyes piercing into you, you looked up from your phone again, them not having left the screen for the whole encounter.

“I don’t mean to be rude, but when are you going to stop?” you asked, tired of being asked the same questions religiously.

“Stop what?”

“Trying to make me and Tyler a thing”.

Dante rolled his eyes and shook his head in comprehension. Did you even hear yourself?

“When you both realise you’re in love with each other”.

“How many times do I have to tell you? It’ll never happen. He’s not interested”.

You wanted to enjoy your lunch in peace and apparently that wasn’t going to happen here so you stood up and started collecting your things. He never meant to annoy you; he wanted quite the opposite, trying to make you happy with the person you’d liked for so long, but the frustration from not being able to get through to you was starting to drive him crazy.

“I give up. I can’t do this anymore. I just can’t with you. You’re impossible!”

You gaped at the hypocrisy, taking offence.

It was true. You had a uh… shy liking towards the hooded man who mostly kept to himself, ‘shy liking’ being a major understatement. You were very good friends… that’s all… and that was your problem. You didn’t let it get the better of you hence why you constantly brushed it off whenever Dante brought up the subject. It was easier to ignore the feelings and let everyone live their happy single lives than pine over a stupid boy like some teenage girl.

“I’m impossible?! Try talking to a guy who’s never shown any interest in you and then have another friend insist that he’s crazy for you”.

You turned your back to him and walked out of the catering room in an attempt to find a more private space to finish your lunch.

So that ‘s what the problem was, huh? Hook just wasn’t showing enough interest in you.

Dante sat there, head in hands, desperately trying to think of his next approach. He knew he should stop pestering you because he didn’t want to damage the friendship you’d made over the years, but he was way too committed to the whole stupid cupid act to give up then.

He’d have to speak to Hook.

—

“Y/N likes you”.

Similar to how you were before, Tyler was hunched over his manspread legs, staring at his phone, his posture and hoodie being his only recognisable properties as his face was almost completely hidden by his hood.

“Yeah, right”, he replied, eyes not leaving his phone. He, too, had experienced countless of Dante’s naggings.

Dante - who was standing directly in front of him - crossed his arms and readjusted his footing, knowing this conversation would be as hopeless as all the others.

“What makes you think that she doesn’t?”

“She likes Ethan Page”.

Wha…? Where the hell did that come from?

He was quick to respond. “She doesn’t even talk to Ethan Page”.

“All the women here like Ethan Page”.

“...alright then”.

As quickly as the conversation had started, Dante Martin walked away, unable to understand what exactly had just happened.

Had she ever even spoken to Ethan Page?

He got to the end of the hall and stopped dead in his tracks, finally realising that Hook had just been trying to cause confusion so he’d leave. Great. Very clever.

He twisted his head to glance at his friend who was looking back at him, a smirk spread across his face which turned into a snicker as he went back to concentrate on whatever was on his phone.

This would take a lot more effort than he was currently putting in. If he really wanted his two friends to be happy, he would have to be a lot smarter than simply telling them the truth. Apparently, honesty was not as reliable as it should be.

—

You were inside the locker room, doing some quick stretches before your upcoming match, Dante standing a few feet in front of you, but this time not to convince you of Tyler’s feelings, strangely.

“I’m not going”, you said straight.

“It’s only a little blind date. My treat. It’ll help you get your mind off Tyler”.

He knew he was pushing his luck asking you to agree to go on a date with a complete stranger, but it was vital for her to accept for his dastardly plan to go ahead.

“I don’t need help, but I do need to go to my match”.

You attempted to pass him but he swooped his body in front of yours at the last second second, preventing you from leaving. You could have sworn this was classed as harassment.

“Just one date tomorrow. If you’re still not happy after twenty minutes then text me and I’ll call you pretending there’s an emergency so you can leave”.

You really did not want to go out on a date as there simply wasn’t any time for it in your schedule. Didn’t he know you had a very successful wrestling career to keep up? Perhaps if you had more time to think about it, you would have come to understand that Dante was hiding some sort of trick up his sleeve, however, in a rush to get to your match which was starting in 15 minutes, your brain took in every word at face value.

“Ugh fine. One date. But I swear, if I turn up and he’s holding a bouquet of red roses and uses the words ‘ladies first’, I’m doing a 180 and sprinting out of there”.

His lips turned into a victorious smile. “You won’t be disappointed”.

Now it was Hook’s turn.

—

Hook would be easy to convince. Dante knew exactly what would sway him.

“Heeeyyy how about a date tomorrow night?”

Hook was taken aback by the question and stared with a shocked look plastered over his face.

“No no no!” Dante scrounged for a clarification. “Not with me, dude. With a girl I know. It might make you feel better”.

The questioning look he once gave had now been shaken off. “Fuck that”.

“Come on, I’m paying for the whole thing. And if you don’t like it I’ll take you to a strip club and pay for everything”.

Hook considered his options very briefly. A blind date that could potentially turn into love, and if that fails, he gets a chick’s ass to make the ‘heartbreak’ all better. Works either way.

“When and where?”

Dante mentally smirked in deviousness and satisfaction. He knew he had won.

—

You only had thirty minutes to get yourself ready for your date, so heavy makeup wasn’t exactly an option like it usually would be for going out. You chose to wear a F/C satin mini dress that hugged your waist, kept up with stringed straps that tied on the top of your shoulders. You decided to show yourself off a little and not take the modesty approach you normally take with your baggy hoodies and leggings you wear around backstage.

Your date would be in for a treat, that was for sure.

You took a taxi to the restaurant Dante told you to be at and sprayed yourself with perfume a couple of times and made sure you looked presentable before opening the door to the place. You might as well try and make some sort of an effort.

You knew that you weren’t meant to be excited about this date - and honestly, you weren’t all that much - but you thought about what Dante had told you about trying to get over Hook. Maybe it was time you got yourself out there and date someone because your chances with him weren’t exactly looking good.

“Hi, I’m Y/N L/N. I’m supposed to be meeting someone”, you told the lady who greeted you.

“Of course. Someone’s already paying for your dinner tonight, correct?”

You nod. “Right this way”.

You weaved around tables of seemingly happy couples (you didn’t know about their personal problems) and past booths of families with rowdy children until you were stopped at one of the tables for two.

Your eyes travelled from their chest that leaned forward into the table and his elbows resting on the surface, to the ties of their light grey hoodie, one being twiddled with his fingers. Then you saw the sharp, well-defined jawline that had quietly driven you crazy for the past 3 years. Your eyes finally reached his cold ones that peered into your own.

He must’ve been as surprised as you were.

You thanked the lady and sat down opposite to Hook, who swiftly scanned your body before it was hidden by the table. With any luck, he’d be able to get a closer look later. He figured it was best if he didn’t mention that he could’ve gone to a strip club, not wanting to put you off, and ultimately preferring the date over anything else.

“This…” you began. “...is definitely not what I expected”.

“Can’t say I’m complaining”, Tyler said, glancing at the only part of the dress visible to him which just so happened to be where your breasts were. Coincidence? Could have been, but probably not.

“Did you know about this?” You ignored the butterflies that flew in your stomach caused by his teasing and leaned into the table slightly as to whisper your question. It wouldn’t have made a difference, of course, as no one around you would have cared why you were here.

“No. Dante told me to come here for a blind date”.

Dante, you sneaky prick.

“He said the same to me!” You avoided the few strange looks that were shot across to you for raising your voice. “So uhh what now?”

You tried to cover the blush that had risen in your cheeks with a hand, having no knowledge whether it was actually effective or not.

“Make the most of a free dinner I guess”, Tyler chuckled, making you feel a lot more comfortable about the situation. “You’d better be hungry because we’re going for the most expensive of everything. Let’s bleed him dry”.

You thought it was hilarious that Hook wanted to take advantage of Dante’s good deed, even if it was plastered in deceit. You wanted to believe he was joking about ordering the most expensive options, but you wouldn’t put it past the man to take the opportunity for the upper hand, and you certainly wouldn’t say no to a good meal.

“I can get behind that”, you took a look at the menu, immediately spotting your choice of weapon. “I think the seventy dollar steak has my name written all over it”.

“That’s the spirit”. Your eyes met in sync and you found yourselves unintentionally exchanging smirks.

“Seriously, though. What steak is that expensive?”

“Good ones”.

“It better be”.

Throughout the night, the two of you - not only having drained your friend’s bank account - had more fun than either ever had before or could ever imagine. You somehow ended up playing footsies under the table and the occasional knee collided with the roof of it, resulting in some snobby couple next to you giving you both disgusted looks, glancing at your legs. They must have thought you were trying to pull off some Fifty Shades Of Grey shit.

You decided to order a sharing dessert platter which was a lot more romantic and cliche than you’d anticipated, which was bizarre for you because you absolutely despised all of the date cliches. They just made you cringe and they got boring after experiencing the same things time and time again.

And why was this time different? Because you were with Hook. You were with Tyler. You knew him and you knew he didn’t give a crap about giving you a bunch of flowers or trying to please you by being someone he’s not. All he cared about was that he was happy, you were happy, and you both were having a great time. That’s all you needed.

After eating one of the chocolate dipped waffle pieces and stopping yourself from moaning in delight at the amazing mouthgasm it gave you, Tyler sent you an amused look.

“What is it?” you asked, licking the chocolate that dripped onto your fingers because you didn’t bother trying to act classy by using one of the skewers. Elegance was overrated.

“You have chocolate all around your mouth”.

You immediately began to lick your lips, imagining how much of a child you must have looked.

“It’s still everywhere”, he snickered at your frustrated face as you tried to lick it all away. How much chocolate could be on your face anyway?

You gave up and reached to grab a napkin when Hook’s hand grabbed your wrist so you couldn’t lift it to your mouth. The entire time, practically peering into your soul.

“What are you doing?” you asked him.

“What would you do if I licked the rest of the chocolate off so you don’t have to?”

You felt your heart thump and you felt it might leap out of your chest, the inflamed feeling of the skin contact on your wrist rapidly circulating around your entire body.

“Didn’t take you to be a guy who’s into food play”. You enjoyed teasing him. He let out yet another low chuckle and released your wrist, you instinctively rubbing the area he was holding, only now realising how tight his grip was and how much you enjoyed it.

“Here”, he said whilst grabbing the napkin you were originally reaching for and wiping the chocolate you’d missed around your mouth. It was sweet. Cliche but sweet.

After finishing your meals, you decided to share a taxi to the hotel you were both staying at, and spent the entire five minute journey talking about how blind you both had been.

“So basically, you’re so cool that I mistook it for you simply not being interested in me?” you asked, finally realising where you’d gone wrong all this time.

“If that’s how you want to see it. I always knew you had a thing for me”.

“Oh fuck off”, you laughed off, playfully nudging his arm. “You were as oblivious as I was”.

“Maybe. But you didn’t make it easy”.

“I didn’t make it easy? Maybe if you’d looked at me every once in a while then you would’ve seen me looking back”.

Tyler set a small smile and wrapped an arm around your middle, pulling you closer, his hand fitting perfectly in the crescent of your waist.

Screw seatbelts, right?

“It doesn’t matter now”, he told you. “And we can thank Dante for that of all people”.

You did feel a little guilty for not believing Dante for all the times he told you that Hook was into you, which sounded like you were back in high school and your friends were gossiping about their latest crush that were ‘totally into them’ - except they weren’t.

“We’re getting revenge on him, right?” you ask.

“Oh, yeah, baby. No doubt”.

—

Dante was thrilled that you hadn’t messaged him to get you out of the date with Hook - not that he thought you would once you’d seen who your blind date was. So when Collision came about, he was ready to tease you both and gloat at how right he’d been all along.

The first person he crossed paths with was Hook who was sitting on the steps that led to the backstage entrance to the elevated seating. As per usual, he had his earpods in and was snacking on a bag of chips. He’d probably benefit from going outside once in a while.

He looked to see who had sat next to him, tilting his head upon greeting his friend, Hook’s mind going over the plan you and him had formed at the door of your hotel room before you uh… got to know each other a little more than you already did.

“So…”, Dante began with a sly grin formed upon his face. “Did you like her?”

Hook looked away, scrunching his face in the process. “She was alright I guess. A bit awkward. Personally, not my type”.

Dante’s face dropped, all previous hope completely drained away.

How? He was fucking in love with her the other day. What the hell happened?

“But you said you liked her”.

Hook’s face twisted in confusion. “When did I say that? I’d never even met her”.

Oh no. Oh shit. This can’t be happening.

With a long sigh, Dante’s hands covered and rubbed at his face, hoping that what he thought might have happened, didn’t.

“Please say we’re both talking about Y/N”.

“Y/N? No. The woman you set me up with. What was her name again? Dalia or Delia or something like that”.

An frustrated groan left Dante’s throat and he leaned back, ignoring the jabbing feeling in his back from the stairs.

“I set you up with Y/N, man. What the fuck happened?” He wasn’t shouting, but there was a clear element of bitterness behind his words.

“I wish it was Y/N. At least then my date wouldn’t have tried to call the cops”.

Dante didn’t think his face could fall anymore, yet somehow he managed it. He was speechless. As much as he wished he could get up and leave, pretending none of this happened, he needed to know more.

“Tell me. What. Happened”.

Hook was unfazed by the irritation in his friend’s voice, and he casually continued eating his chips whilst retelling his version of the night’s events.

“Well, you see…”, he started, shuffling to make himself more comfortable. “The waitress took me to the table and I was there for like five minutes, man, and she didn’t turn up”.

Dante rolled his eyes at his impatience but continued to listen to his story.

“So like I turned around and saw a woman sitting at a table by herself so I must’ve been at the wrong table, and I went over to her, tried my best to be the gentleman I am but she was like… being a bitch”.

Yeeeaaahhh Dante didn’t believe that for a second. Hook being a gentleman? Some woman being a bitch for no reason? He wasn’t buying it.

…what did he do to that poor woman?

“And what exactly did you say to this woman?”

“Literally all I said was ‘this is awkward’ and she agreed, asked what I was doing and said her husband would be back any minute. Like, I swear she was alone the entire time I was in the restaurant. If she didn’t want to date me, she should’ve just said rather than coming up with some stupid fucking excuse like she didn’t know who I was”.

There was no way this was actually happening. He wasn’t this stupid… was he?

Dante wasn’t actually sure on that one. He knew he was a quiet, furtive man who usually kept to himself, and that he was incompetent enough to not realise how infatuated you were with him, but was it really that bad that he would harass a random woman in a crowded restaurant? Probably.

“Oh and the whole time I was there? No sign of any husband. Fucking lame excuse”.

Dante rubbed the corners of his eyes hoping he’d wake up from this strange dream he hoped he was having.

“So you left after that, right?” he asked.

“Sort of. After I tried to kiss her”.

The relieved sigh midway through was cut short and Dante thought he might have forgotten how to breathe, but sucked in a breath whilst shaking with anger.

“Why the hell would you try to kiss her if she said she wasn’t interested?!”

“Her story was bullshit, man! I thought she was playing hard to get but she tried to slap me”.

“Tried?”

“Obviously I wasn’t going to take that shit. Bitch was crazy. Where’d you even get her?”

Dante ignored his question - baffled by the complexity of the situation - and asked one of his own.

“And you didn’t see anyone there you knew?”

“Nah, man”.

“Got it”.

He now had a new mission - to find you and ask why you’d bailed out on the date. Hook’s story was far too in detail to be made up, and - in hindsight - he should have expected you to not turn up to the restaurant without any warning.

He didn’t turn back when Hook asked where he was going. He kept walking at his fast pace until he saw you outside the locker rooms, chatting to Anna Jay about God knows what.

He didn’t care. He didn’t care what you were talking about or even if either of you were talking when he walked right up to you and asked, “Why didn’t you go on the blind date?”

You shot him a look of shock and confusion causing Anna Jay to leave the both of you alone, much to your dismay.

“What are you talking about? I did and he didn’t show”. You crossed your arms and leant against the wall behind you, not thrilled at his interruption.

“That’s not possible because the person I set you up with was there and said that you never showed”.

“Well then we must have missed each other because I was there for ten minutes and he didn’t come”.

Dante felt dizzy with the number of times he’d rolled his eyes that day. You and Hook were just as impatient as the other, not bothering to wait a minute longer before declaring the unlikely as fact.

“What, so you just left after that then? Was that it? You didn’t even call me to tell me he wasn’t there?”

“Hey, I was going to wait. Ain’t no way was I going to skip out on dinner. I just got… distracted”.

Dante narrowed his eyes in suspicion. He could tell by the way you bit your lip and averted your eyes that you were hiding something.

“Distracted how?” he asked, slowly. You struggled to hide the smirk that begged to show on your face. You were relishing in the thought of lying through the skin of your teeth to him.

“I may or may not have been given a few… suggestive glances from a man a few tables along from mine, and I may or may not have met him in the restroom, and I may or may not have let him do me in front of the mirror… turns out he was married… ”

This was far worse than what Dante could have imagined, especially after the harassment story he got from Hook before coming here to find you. The both of you were going to get the biggest scolding of your lives and he planned to end the tension between you there and now.

“You had sex with a married man?” You nodded. “Did his wife not try to find him?”

“No. We were gone for like twenty minutes and I don’t even think she got up from the table”.

“But I would’ve thought you of all people wouldn’t stoop to such-”

Dante’s thoughts stopped him in his tracks and all the pieces of the puzzle very quickly came together.

The woman with the missing husband. The harassment. The married man with you for a while. It all made sense now. You must have entered the restaurant first, went to the back with the man, then Hook arrived and bothered the woman so she didn’t have an opportunity to look for her husband, and because he was with you, Hook thought she was lying.

In a twisted way, Dante was satisfied that he managed to solve the mystery like Sherlock Holmes as he now understood where you’d both gone wrong and could empathise slightly with both predicaments. That wasn’t to say he wasn’t utterly infuriated. After all, you were thick as shit and somehow slipped out of each other’s arms once again by some coincidence, but he could work with that now.

Without another word, Dante grabbed ahold of your wrist and began dragging you through the twists and turns of the backstage area, dodging and weaving through the many people rushing to get things ready before showtime. He was focused on his mission like Tom Cruise. He’d acquire many characters trying to pair the two of you together apparently.

You, however, could only think back to that mind-melting moment two nights ago when Tyler had grasped the exact wrist being held now. It was nothing like the grip that gave you that tingly feeling throughout your body, but you could still imagine.

You were pulled into one of the large entry hallways and came to register Dante’s plan when you caught a glimpse of the very person you had just been thinking about sitting on the steps.

So antisocial.

You let out a small yelp when flung in the direction of Hook, but you managed to catch yourself on the railing. Hook, now noticing the both of you, sent out sceptical looks before putting his stuff on the step next to him and pushing himself up to stand beside you.

“Alright”, Dante led, glancing back and forth between you both. “I didn’t think it would come to this, but now we have to talk about how you destroyed some happy couple’s marriage”.

You expertly acted like you didn’t know what he was talking about just so he could keep going to see how long you’d be able to carry the lie out for. Oh, how pleased you were.

“I set this blind date up for the two of you and the fact that you by some means ruined a nice relationship instead and not see how smitten you are for one another is beyond my comprehension. You’re both insufferable”.

“It couldn’t have been that good of a marriage if he was willing to have sex with me”, you chimed in. Why not make it a little worse?

He continued to rant about his own struggles and how he’s tried to help this entire time but neither of you care blah blah blah. In all honesty, you forgot he was talking a few seconds into his rambling.

You felt a touch on the small of your back before curling around your waist like it had done in the taxi and you turned your head, making instant eye contact with Tyler who you’d been texting non-stop since that night. You weren’t officially official by any means, but you could tell you were only a few intimate moments away from it finally happening. You did things that night. Beautiful, magical things.

You reciprocated his affection with your head resting on his shoulder, Dante not having caught on to you as he was too busy pacing back and forth, ranting about how bad he felt for the ‘married couple’ you destroyed.

“This was worth it”, you whispered close to Tyler’s ear. He didn’t meet your gaze but he did break into a small smile.

“This was only meant to be a little matchmaking. How could it go so horribly wrong?” Dante finally turned his attention to yours and Hook’s close proximity. “And here I am freaking out because you’ve fucked up and you can’t even keep your hands off each other… oh… you’re messing with me, aren’t you?”

You gave him a wide smile and nodded, making yourself more comfortable against Hook’s side.

This time when Dante’s face dropped for the millionth time (it had practically fallen on the floor now), it was in shame, disbelief that he actually fell for your lies. It made no sense. He helped you get together and that’s how you repay him? In that moment, he finally accepted that there was no way he would ever understand the way you both functioned.

Hook, taking advantage of the stand-still the three of you were in, slipped his arm away from your waist and intimidatingly strutted toward the Top Flight guy, coming almost nose-to-nose with him. You all knew he was joking when he fisted the top of Dante’s hoodie and said in a low grunt, “Next time you try and fuck with me or Y/N, we can take this to the ring. Understood?”

Oh, that was hot.

You heard the Brooklyn accent in his threat and it drove you crazy; you were melting at his feet with how flustered you were.

“Yeah yeah I get it, man. Don’t worry”, he replied, brushing off his hand. “I’m just happy my plan worked”.

“I’d apologise to you but you did meddle in something that you shouldn’t have”, you told him, pleased you were able to get your own back on him.

“It was either that or wait for you both to get stupidly drunk to confess”.

You squinted and shared a similar look with Tyler. “Actually, I would’ve preferred that”.

Hook nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I probably would’ve been down for that”.

“Why, though? You know what? It doesn’t matter. I won”. He raised his hands in the air and turned to walk out the door before you could say anything more.

In the doorway, Dante thought he might try and edge another word in there and give you a smug ‘your welcome’, but when he turned toward where you two were standing he uh… decided otherwise and gave you some privacy instead.

…

…you guys were already having a heated make out session.

He wasn’t exactly about to interrupt that. He got people together, not watch them thrive.

Strolling through the ins and outs of backstage, Dante felt sort of lost, like his only source of entertainment whilst waiting for a match or an interview was gone. Who would he set up now?

Then he saw her.

“Hey, Kris!” he called, receiving a warm smile in return. “How do you feel about a certain Orange?”

THE END.

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gethooked · 3 months

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Meeting The Lads ~ HOOK imagine

Reader meeting the lads for the first time since starting a relationship with Tyler/HOOK requested by @carlybow

Since you started dating Tyler you knew he wrestled. You found this out after he came by a bar where you work as a bartender. It was like love at first sight. He ordered his drink and you talked to him since it wasn’t really a busy night. He told you he wrestled for a company under the name of AEW.

You knew what it was since your little brother watched it and realized who he was. You told him that you recognized him and he laughed and said hope that doesn’t change how you feel about him. You told him no it didn’t and that you thought he was a badass wrestler. As he got done with his second drink he payed his check but on the back he left his phone number for you and wrote that he liked your conversation and would like to take you out on a date whenever you guys are free. You were unsure of what to do but put his number in your phone to text him later.

The next morning while you were getting ready for work you decided to text him. You found out that he lived on long island. But he travels a lot due to work. So he found time in his schedule to take you out on a date. After the fourth date he officially asked you to be his girlfriend and you obviously said yes.

A year after you guys started dating is when AEW came back to Long island. He got you two front row tickets to see him wrestle and two backstage passes so you and your brother could go backstage after the show was over. You were nervous to meet his co-workers because you don’t know what Tyler told them about you, but you were more nervous about how your little brother was going to act when he saw everyone backstage. As your brother and yourself were getting ready to walk backstage your brother was mentioning how he was so excited to meet The Lads. You didn’t know who The Lads were and thought they were just a tag team that didn’t have a match tonight.

As you found Tyler your brother said look there's The Lads. Tyler walked up to you, gave you a kiss and said I want you to meet The Lads. He named them all of Dante, Darius, Anthony, and Action. He pointed to each one as he said their name. When he got done with their names he told you the nicknames he came up with for them.

And then he introduced them to you by saying this is my girl, Y/N, don’t do anything dumb unless you want to get beat up by him. The first person you clicked with right away was Bowens. He became your big brother that you never needed until you met him. Top Flight and Andretti became best friends. Whenever you needed anything if you couldn’t find Tyler you went to The Lads. Whenever they needed a big/little sister or girl advice they would come and find you.

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sgrdoll · 1 year

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Bet on It

synopsis - aew star hook has a fascination with the pretty makeup artist backstage. his friend bets he can’t go an entire night without bothering her.

warnings - smut, fuckboy!hook, hook shamelessly yearning, ofc, sub!ofc, dom!hook, blowjob, face fucking

a/n - hi! i’m back again but with something a little different. i know this probably won’t be my most popular fic bc it’s such a niche fandom. however, i really like pro wrestling and i hope you all can enjoy this fic regardless of if you like it or not. love you guys!!!

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Tyler’s eyes narrowed when she walked across the room. The way she dressed made him want to throw his head back and groan.

He was leaned against the wall watching her do the makeup of some of the women that were going on tonight.

As far as he knew she was the head makeup artist for the company and did her job pretty damn good, always in a pair of heels with her hair perfectly done too.

The outfit she had on today was a little more revealing than what he was used to but he definitely didn’t mind. The baby pink skirt and matching top made her body look out of this fucking world.

Tyler had never needed to go to the makeup chair before so they had never officially crossed paths. However, he’s been watching her since the first time Cody brought his wrestling class to their first TV taping.

She’s always there, and she’s always working. Currently, she was talking to Britt while doing some crazy eyeshadow look on her that seemed impossibly difficult to him.

Ty could hear her giggle from where he was standing and he wanted nothing more than to go over there and drag her back to his private lockeroom and have his way with her.

“Again, man? You gotta leave her alone,” Dante Martin put a hand on his shoulder which Tyler immediately shrugged off.

He knew he was joking but it still hit a little too close to him. Tyler always wondered if she noticed him and the close eye he kept on her.

“Shut up. Don’t you have a top rope or something to jump off?” Tyler rolled his eyes.

“Why don’t you just go talk to her,” Dante ignored his previous comment.

“What would I even say? ‘Oh hey, I’ve been staring at you for the past year and I want to do you in my hotel room?’”

Dante laughed, “You don’t obsess over a girl for an entire year and only want to fuck her. We both know you actually like her.”

Ty had never had a serious relationship before and didn’t desire it. He was very focused on his career and didn’t have time for any distractions, even ones with impossibly long legs and high cheek bones.

“That’s exactly why I can’t talk to her. I’m way too busy. I don’t have time to treat her like she deserves,” he grumbled back in response.

His friend grinned, “How can you say shit like that and not see it?”

“See what, asshole,” he hissed back.

“That you’re not going to be able to just stop thinking about her.”

“I could totally stop thinking about her if I wanted to. She’s like, like a side hobby,” Tyler responded a bit flustered.

“A side hobby?” Dante was hysterically laughing at this point.

“If she’s such a side hobby, let’s make a bet,” Dante said to him.

“Oh yeah? What kind of bet?” Tyler was intrigued at this point. He was never one to turn down a challenge. He stopped leaning on the wall and stood up straight.

“If you can leave her alone for the rest of the show - that means no looking at her, no standing by the makeup chairs, and no scaring off the rookies who try and flirt with her - I’ll pay for you to finish the rest of your sleeve,” Dante said slyly.

Tyler’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, “Dude, my tattoo artist is charging me $2500 in cash for that.”

“I know. But I’m almost positive you won’t win,” he laughed.

“What happens if I lose?” Ty inquired.

“I get your private lockeroom for 5 more Dynamites,” Dante responded matter of factly.

“Bro, my dad rents that out for me.”

“Yeah and everyone fucking hates you for it,” Dante added.

“Call me daddy’s money all you want but I get to do my pre-match ritual in silence, without you assholes screaming in my ear.”

“And that’s what I want.”

“Fine. You have a deal,” Tyler stuck his hand out and Dante shook it.

“There’s no way you’re winning,” Dante cackled while walking away from him.

Tyler walked to catering and tried not to think about her there without him. It was stupid really. She had been working there longer than he had and he was scared for her well-being.

He sighed and stabbed the chicken on his plate with a fork. It was going to be a long ass night.

Dynamite had started a couple of hours later and he had a match tonight, but for some reason he couldn’t focus.

Well, not some reason. He knew the exact reason, and she was most likely sucking on hard candy and playing on her phone in the backstage area.

Tyler tried hard to shake it off, he really did. But he couldn’t jepordize his match for some stupid bet.

His phone dinged and it was a text message from Dante.

Are you cracking yet, lover boy?

Tyler wanted to hurl his phone at the wall. He felt like he was going absolutely insane. He wanted to slap himself for allowing his attraction to her for getting this far.

Ty hated to admit it to himself, but he did actually like her. He liked her much more than a one night stand or a casual hookup.

He had been going backing forth between the pros and cons of just going to find her when the Bucks walked into his dressing room.

Tyler immediately stood up from his seated position when they walked in. He pulled himself together so he could talk to his bosses.

He stuck his hand out to shake theirs, “What can I do for you guys?”

After they finished shaking hands with each other Matt started talking, “It’s about your match tonight. Tony made a last minute decision for you to go over.”

Tyler’s face was one of surprise, “Like, win the TNT title?”

“Yeah,” Matt brushed over this news, “Sorry it’s on such short notice, kid.”

“No, don’t sweat it. I’m psyched,” Tyler tried to keep his cool.

“We figured you would be. Go change the finish with Sammy and you’ll be set. We watched you guys practice this morning and the match you have planned should stay the same. The only change we want is for you to tap him out,” Nick instructed the young talent.

“Of course. Thank you so much. This means a lot to me,” Tyler was very grateful for this opportunity but also incredibly nervous.

The group exchanged pleasantries for a while longer until they left the room. Ty could feel his heart speeding up. There was no way he could go out to win a title feeling like this.

His palms were sweating and despite the news he had his focus was still somewhere else. He checked his watch to see he had an hour and thirty minutes until he was gonna go out.

Fuck the bet.

There was no way in hell Ty was going to fuck up the biggest match of his career over a bet.

He threw a hoodie and sweats over his gear and stepped out of dressing room, already feeling the clouds clear out of his head.

Ty booked it to the makeup chairs like he was being chased.

He stopped just a few steps behind where she was lounging.

She was perched on one of the chairs with her legs swinging. She was on her phone with a cherry red sucker in her mouth, just as he suspected.

She was a sight for sore eyes and he felt relief wash over him knowing she was perfectly fine.

“Hey,” he said suddenly making her look up from her phone. His voice was a surprise to his own ears. He had never spoken to her and now was probably not the best time to start.

She looked up at him from her chair and took the sucker out of her mouth, “Hey.”

The way she was smiling at his made his chest ache, “I was wondering if you could fix my hair before my match. I totally slept on it wrong.”

She looked skeptical. Tyler knew he sounded stupid. His hair was probably the easiest in the world to manage. All he did was run a brush through it and call it a day.

“Of course. Hook, right?” She called him by his in ring name.

He chuckled as he sat down in her chair, “Yeah, but you can call me Tyler.”

When her fingers began to comb through his hair he wanted to groan.

“I’m Ariane, but everyone around her calls me Ari.”

He finally knew her name and it fit her perfectly. He could feel all of his nerves slipping from his body as she touched him. It was like she had some sort of magnetic aura that dissipated all of his anxiety.

He stayed quiet as she moved his hair every which way. Her long pink acrylics were perfectly scratching his scalp. Ty fought the urge to shiver and lean into her touch.

“What gear are you wearing tonight?” Ari asked.

“I’ve got the orange on tonight.”

“You always wear those,” she teased, “What about the chain?”

He pulled his gold chain out of his hoodie and showed her. He was impressed she knew he always wore a chain to the ring. It made Ty smile that Ari watched him maybe as much as he watched her.

She moved from behind him to get a better look at the chain.

Ari leaned in and touched the chain around his neck. Her tan fingers brushed against the pulse point on his neck. He closed his eyes and took in a breath. Her long dark extensions created a curtain between them and the outside world. Tyler wanted to feel her hands on him forever.

Their eyes locked for a second and she smiled at him in a way that made him want to bend her over his lap and make her start fucking counting.

He tried not to lose control of the situation. It felt like she was holding him in the palm of her hand.

“This is really nice. It’s different than the ones you usually wear,” Ariane said finally and stepping away from him.

His mouth twitched into a small smile, “You pay a lot of attention to my chains?”

“You’re the only guy on the roster who doesn’t ask for my advice on gear. I like to see what you’re wearing.”

“Well, this one was my dad’s in the 90’s. He wore it when he proposed to my mom,” Ty couldn’t figure out why he was volunteering this information. He kept most of his personal life to himself but she made him spill his guts with only a few words.

“And you’re wearing it to win your first title,” she must’ve noticed the look he gave her, “You tend to hear a lot when you’re doing an entire roster’s makeup and hair.”

“The chain is a good luck charm. It made my mom say yes, maybe it’ll keep me from fucking up any spots,” he joked.

“I’ve never seen you mess up a spot before,” Ari rolled her eyes adorably.

Tyler really wanted to grab her and kiss her. Actually, he wanted to do more than that, he wanted to take her back to his dressing room and flip up that impossibly tiny skirt and fuck her. He had to get himself back under control.

He took a deep breath and stood up. He was standing almost chest to chest with her. Ty had a few inches on her, even with her heels. He looked down at her parted lips and smiled.

“Next time you have any advice on my gear, you can come find me in my dressing room,” his words dripped with sexual innuendo that made her noticeably flustered.

He walked away from the makeup area and to gorilla. Ty stripped down into his gear and waited for the women’s match to end.

He felt way more confident than he had in his lockeroom. Tyler was calm, satiated even. He talked to Ari for the first time ever and even flirted with her. He could comfortably take her off of his mind for now.

He was ready to go out there and have the best match of his life.

Even though he felt on top of the world, he still felt anxiety pooled in his belly. Any person in their right mind would.

This is going to be his first title run and he wants it to be amazing.

“Hey,” Sammy grabbed his shoulder, “The Bucks wanted me to come talk about the match with you.”

His calm attitude didn’t last long when he heard Sammy’s voice. Sammy Guevera was not an easy person to be around. Almost everyone on the roster hated him, besides his equally annoying wife, Tay.

“Yeah. All we have to do is keep the same combinations until the last three minutes. They want a submission victory so I was thinking you try for a frog splash and I catch you midair. I’ll give you a couple of suplexes and then put you in the redrum.”

“Whatever,” sammy rolled his eyes like the asshole he is, “I’m still pissed they sprung this on me last minute.”

“Maybe it’s because you called one of the most experienced veterans in the back a jobber,” Ty spit back at him.

Just because they had a match did not mean they had to like each other.

“Let’s just get this over with,” Sammy grumbled while walking away.

As the semi-main event ended with Britt holding her championship with a confident smirk on her face. He felt like his chest was on fire the closer it got to his match.

Tyler stood up and took a deep breath. He had seven minutes until his entire life would be changed.

He knew he had to go out first and stood at the curtain.

The match went off without a hitch. Tyler was surprised considering Sammy kept giving him stiff punches and slapping him in the face.

Ty kept it professional, though and managed to finish the match without actually beating the shit out of him.

He walked to the back with the TNT titled draped over his shoulder as the backstage personnel and Tony Khan gave him a standing ovation.

His dad was the first person to hug him and tell him how proud he was. Tyler fought tears when they embraced.

He thanked everyone profusely and spoke to Tony privately about how grateful he was.

Ty was in the middle of picking up his sweats and hoodie when Dante came into view. He mentally groaned, he was going to get so much shit from him.

Dante wrapped gave Tyler a hug and when he pulled away he smiled, “Couldn’t do it could ya, champ?”

“Fuck off,” Tyler groaned, “It was the only way that match wasn’t gonna be shit. It was impossible to focus with her on my mind.”

“You sound like a fucking love sick puppy,” Dante laughed at him.

“Yeah yeah. What are we doing to celebrate?” Ty smirked at his friend.

“I’ve got some of the boys together and we can go grab drinks downtown. This is my first time in Nashville so I think Bowens is picking.”

“Sounds great. Let me go take a quick shower,” he replied walking away.

“Enjoy that private shower while it lasts!” Dante called from behind him.

Tyler just flipped him off and kept walking to his dressing room. He really was dreading giving it away for five weeks.

Just before he made it to his lockeroom he saw Ari leaning against the wall next to the his dressing room door texting on her phone.

“Hey,” he smiled at her.

She looked up at him, “Hey, champ. That was a great match. Congratulations.”

Her smiled was so genuine and happy it made his heart flutter a little bit, “Thanks. Hey, some of the guys are going out to celebrate. Wanna come with?”

Tyler watched as her green eyes lit up at the prospect of going out with him.

“I’d love to, but before I think you told me I should come into your lockeroom when I had any thoughts about your gear,” she gave him a sultry look through her false eyelashes.

His mouth quirked into a smile, “Yeah, and what is it you wanna say about my gear, doll?”

“I think it would look much better off,” she had an innocent look in her eyes despite the words she was saying.

This turned him onto no end. He didn’t even bother to say anything else, he just opened the door and pulled her inside.

He quickly locked the door and pressed her against it. Their lips touched and it felt like his skin was buzzing against her own.

He kissed a trail down her neck. He sucked and nipped at the delicate skin until there was a distinct hickey.

“Such a fucking tease all the time, hm? All those tiny little outfits” He said against her neck.

Tyler could hear her shaky breathing and the occasional whimper.

He smiled against her skin and finally pulled away, “If you want to stop, just say so.”

With that he tugged her over to the couch and pulled her onto his lap.

Their mouths were on one another’s in an instant. Their lips moved in a feverish manner, as if they couldn’t get enough of each other.

Ari was the first to pull away, “Let me properly congratulate you on your win, champ.”

She slinked down to her knees in front of him and put her hands on his bare thighs.

Tyler’s hand ran through her hair and Ari spoke again, “It’s a wonder it’s taken you this long to say something.”

He looked down at her in confusion as she started to palm him through his shorts, “I’ve seen you stand at my makeup station for months and stare at my ass. That’s why I’m dressed like this tonight.”

She kissed his thigh and whispered, “Just for you.”

Tyler finally said something, “Dressing like a whore at work just to impress me? I’m honored, baby.”

Ari rested her head against his thigh and stared at his hard on still confined in his pants.

Ty wrapped a hand in her and forced her to sit up properly, “Are you gonna let the champ fuck your face doll?”

She nodded eagerly, “Please fuck my face Tyler.”

He didn’t have to hear anymore, he pulled his cock out, “Stick your tongue out.”

Ariane shivered at his dominant voice and did what she was told.

He used his hand that was wrapped in her hair to guide her down his cock. Ty slowly sunk his cock in her mouth and groaned out when she made it to the base.

She began gagging a little bit and he let her pull off, “You’re so big,” she whimpered.

Ty thought she looked so cute like this, almost frustrated she couldn’t take him all the way down her throat, “You’ll make it work, baby.”

She wrapped her lips around his tip and looked up at him to signal that she was ready for him to continue

He started bobbing her head up and down his cock. His groans made her even wetter than she was.

Ty kept cursing in his deep voice and watched as he fingers snaked in between her legs and underneath her skirt.

“Cant even handle sucking cock without something inside you? Fucking hell,” he chastised her while moving her head faster.

He threw his head back when she started swirling her tongue around his length.

“Fuck,” Ty said aloud, “I’m gonna cum down that pretty throat.”

She nodded her head around him to assure him it was okay. Somehow he forced her to choke his cock down even faster.

Ari sucked impossibly hard and his hips bucked up into her mouth right before he came. She felt his hot seed shoot down her throat in long spurts and whimpered around him.

When he was finished with her he took her off of him.

They both stopped for a moment, him breathless and her with spit around her mouth and tears in her eyes.

“Come here,” he said while putting his shorts back on properly.

Ari obediently sat in the couch next to him before he grabbed her waist and sat her on his lap.

His arms wrapped around her, “We don’t have to go out with them tonight. We can go back to my hotel room and talk or something. I don’t want you to think I wanted this as a one time thing.”

Her voice was hoarse when she first started talking, “Today is a big day for you. You deserve to go out and celebrate.”

“Did you drive here?” He asked, ignoring her last comment.

“No, I ubered, why?”

“I’ll drive you back to the hotel then. Or the bar, it whatever you want, baby,” he smiled at her warmly.

She whined, “I can’t let you not celebrate you’re first title win. I’ll come with you to the bar and we can talk about all of this later.”

Tyler kissed the crown of Ari’s, “You know this wasn’t a one time thing for me, right? I want to have something real for you.”

She lifted her gaze to his, “Then we’re on the same page.”

#aew smut #hook smut #aew #wrestling #smut #fluff #angst #hook aew #dante martin #jon moxley #aew fluff #pro wrestling #hook x ofc #ofc #dom!sub #sub!ofc #dom!hook #au

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plentyoffandoms · 10 months

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the lads x reader (platonically) the lads fend off sammy messing with the reader (yelling at sammy) with the other help the reader calm down from a panic attack

You're Okay

The Lads x f/Reader

Main Masterlist ♡ AEW Masterlist ♡ Miscellaneous Wrestlers Masterlist

Summary: in the ASK box

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: Some swearing.

Gifs & Photos do not belong to me. 1st gif @alunarrose 2nd gif @statlander

Sorry this has taken me so long. Haven't felt like doing anything wrestling related.

The Lads - Anthony, Tyler, Darius & Dante

YN'S POV

Fuck me, Sammy is at it again. It is like he has some sixth sense when I am even in the same building as him.

Ever since I turned not his invitation to sit with him, the first day I started at AEW, he has been nothing but a pain in my ass.

I even tried to explain to him that I was already sitting with Darius and Tyler and that if he would like, I could sit with him the next time.

As I found out, no one says no to Sammy Guevara because if you do, he turns into the biggest child you will ever have to face.

First, it was him pulling my chair out from under me. Then it turned into him throwing pieces of paper at me or ruining my gear. One time, he "accidentally" dropped his drink on me.

I had to hold Darius back then from kicking his ass because that was the first real time that anyone saw him actually do something.

But today, well, today he has gone too damn far. I just finished my match, and I was in the shower.

I had my clothes already laid out as I was going out right after with the guys right they finish up what they needed to do.

I turned off the shower, and I snuck my hand out of the shower curtain to grab my towel.

My eyes got wide when I realised that it wasn't there.

I stuck my head out of the curtain and saw that not only was my towel gone, but so were clothes. I saw that my locker was opened and my bag was gone as well.

I didn't know what the hell I was going to do.

HOOK'S POV:

What the hell was taking YN so damn long? She told me that she was going to be quick. I looked at my phone again, seeing if she has replied and once again, nothing. Well, at least not from her.

"I got a bad feeling about this." Anthony said as he too checked his phone for anything from YN.

"Let's give her a few more minutes." Dante said.

"Five minutes, and if I haven't heard from her, I am going to go and find her." I said.

"You don't think Sammy had anything to do with this?" Darius asked as he looked at me.

"I mean, he seems to be annoying her more and more. I really thought him having a wife and child on the way would have calmed him down." I said.

Darius pushed himself away from the wall, muttering about going to find Sammy. Dante went after his brother.

"I am going to go and see what is keeping YN." I told Anthony.

"Yeah, I think I tag along. So that way, if you catch her doing something, then she may not beat the shit out of you." All I did was snort as the two of us walked in the opposite direction of our friends.

I knocked on the door and waited for a reply, but nothing came. "YN, you almost ready? If not, there is no rush." I called out.

Silence.

So I knocked on the door again and repeated myself. Anthony and I looked at one another with worry.

"Come on, YN, if you don't answer us, we are gonna break down this door." Anthony called out.

"It's open." I heard the soft reply, and I flung the door open. I was stunned to see YN wrapped up in the shower curtain, her face soaked with tears.

"Hey, what's wrong? Where are your clothes? Are you okay?" Anthony started to ask all these questions, but I held my hand up and he quieted down.

"I am not okay. He took my clothes, my towel, my bag."

"Yes, I did." Came the smug voice of Sammy. Anthony and I stood in front of YN as she clutched the curtain even closer to her body.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Give her back her stuff." I said, way to calm for my liking.

I was getting mad. I could hear YN’S breath coming out in short gasps. She is trying to even her breathing but I could tell she was about to have a panic attack.

ANTHONY BOWENS POV:

I looked back and saw that YN was rocking back and forth. I knew Tyler could handle Sammy, so I turned around to help YN work her way through this attack.

But I needed something first. I quickly turned and walked towards Sammy and reached for her bag.

He yanked it back towards him, but I am much stronger. "Drop the bag." I looked over Sammy's shoulder and saw the pissed off face of not only Darius but Dante as well.

"Come on, guys. It was just a little joke." Sammy said as he dropped the bag and held up in his hands in defeat.

I quickly grabbed the bag, contemplating if I should shove him or not, but the guys have it handled.

They started to go at him. To let this go. That this isn't funny anymore, etc, but my focus was only on YN.

I pulled her to the shower stall that was on the other side of the room and we went inside.

"Okay, deep breaths, YN. No focus. Tell me five things, love. You know the drill." I said calmly to her.

"You." I smiled. "Good, that is one. Another four. Focus for me. Look what is in my hands." I held up her bag and her phone.

"My bag, my phone."

"Slow, easy breaths. You got this YN. Now, just the last two." I said the last part kind of loud as the other 4 were getting louder.

"Shower head and tile."

"Good, good. Now repeat it for me. What five items do you see?" I said to her calmly. I placed my hand under her chin gently and had her focus on me.

"You, my bag and phone, shower head and tile."

I had her repeat that until her breathing became normal. "Now I am going to leave you so you can get dressed." I handed her her bag.

"Anthony,"

"I won't be far YN. I am just outside, so give a holler if you need me."

I made sure the curtain was closed as I walked to the small group of my friends.

"Leave her alone, Sammy. This is enough. You stole her shit and poured a drink on her the other day. Leave or the four of us will go and let Tony know what the hell you have been doing." I said.

He opened his mouth to say something but he closed it when he saw how serious I was.

"Fine. She was getting boring anyways."

"Oh grow the fuck up man. Not go." Dante said as he shoved Sammy from the room.

"She good?" I was asked.

"Yeah, I don't think we will be going out tonight." I said to them.

"Sorry to ruin your night." Came the tired voice of YN.

"Na, it's all good. How about we order room service and play some video games?" Darius asked.

We all agreed to a night in.

We made sure that YN walked in the middle, as no one messes with our girl.

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jeysmullet · 3 months

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「 ✦ jeysmullet ✦ 」 MASTERLIST

Jey Uso

Bitch don’t touch my man.

We are proud of you.

Hook

Figure it out. part 2

Darius Martin

Mox’s little sister.

Nick Wayne.

You’re the girl i want.

Headcanons.

Aew Men React: To Their Girlfriend Defending Them Backstage.

How Aew Wrestlers Would React To Their Girlfriend Doing A Big Return.

How aew wrestlers would react to their girlfriend being sick and not telling them.

#aew #aew imagine #wwe #aew hook #jey uso #wwe imagine #jey uso x reader #nick wayne #nick wayne imagine #hook aew x reader #darius martin imagine #aew imagines

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hookhausenschips · 2 months

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🌸-Fluff 🔥Smut 💔Angst 📸Social Media

Imagines

Coming Soon

Headcanons

Gen Z! Wrestler 🌸

Series

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azulpitlane · 4 months

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vicious I ln4

pairing: lando norris x reader, a little of charles leclerc x reader🫣 summary: lando's fans always attack you yet he does nothing to defend you, inspired by vicious by sabrina carpenter notes: if youre the anon that requested this sorry it took so long lol! but you were so sweet ty masterlist, part two

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user wait is she dating lando??

user there's been rumors of them dating for months but neither of them have confirmed user hopefully not lol

user i had no idea she went on this trip

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user am i the only one that finds her annoying...

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yourbff ur perfect babe liked by yourusername

user pls dont let this be a hard launch🧎‍♀️lando get UP

user of course she has to post lando🤣she needs him for the likes

maxfewtrell spent more time on the ground than actually skiing

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user why are all these comments about lando?? im only looking at her😍

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f1gossip Y/n Y/l/n spotted in Bali celebrating New Years at Martin Garrix's show, possibly with Lando Norris. The two have sparked dating rumors for a few months now but no confirmation has been made from either of them.

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user we might have to start accepting that theyre dating☹️

user I REFUSE

user wait im new to the fandom, whys everyone hating on y/n i love her music...

user shes always posting lando for attention and he clearly has no interest in her, he doesnt even like her posts user plus his ex >>>>>>> y/n

user she doesnt deserve him, he needs someone lowkey and y/n is such an attention whore

user not surprised shes there, always leeching on him

user right like girl give him space, he aint yours

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lando 👍

y/n i still dont understand why you wanted me to leave early though, its not even midnight :(

lando y/n, we talked about this. there was lots of paparazzi there and if they saw us together on midnight they would think we're dating

y/n we ARE dating... why are you acting like we arent?

lando yk what i meant im just trying to protect you from the craziness that comes from dating me baby

y/n im already getting hate, hows hiding me any different?

lando lets just not do this tn. yk how much worse its gonna get it if we confirm anything listen i love you, isnt that enough?

y/n yeah, ily too

lando ill see you later tn❤️

lando baby where are you? come on it was a drunk mistake, yk i only love you it was just martins friend, you know her

y/n oh the girl you told me not to worry about?

lando it didnt mean anything why are you acting like this?

y/n because you fucking cheated. im leaving and im moving out of the apartment

lando please dont, im sorry baby i love you

y/n you say you love me but you can never prove it you hid me away for a whole year, was it so you could hook up with other girls?

lando of course not wth but since there's clearly no trust in this relationship maybe we should end it i wish you the best y/n read

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user she unfollowed lando omg.

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user OH?

user what is going on in these comments omg??

user shes finally realized lando will never date a girl like her

user hahaha fr she finally deleted all her posts with him user probably gonna go for piastri now🤣

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yourbff sooo back baby

user this has to be about lando...

user the lyrics are heartbreaking omg

user you all owe her a big apology for the way you treated her

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user yall better not start switching up!! if you were hating on her, stay away

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user bro was NERVOUS

user we dont know if this is about lando!! they were just friends

user you toxic lando fans need to stay away🙄 she was never seen with anyone else this past year so its clearly about him. hes not some saint you paint him out to be user exactly!! you guys are acting like you know him

user her shirt saying loyal🫣thats gotta be a diss

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user the caption??? the hard launch??? oh thats not-

maxfewtrell bro. no.

user his own best friend doesnt approve of his behavior😬

user this winter break drama is something else

user lando i cant keep defending you. why would you caption it this.

user IS THAT NEW YEARS KISS GIRL ON THE THIRD SLIDE???

user yess i found her @ shes martin garrix's friend and she was at that party

user anyone else notice luisa unfollowed him??

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user whys everyone mad?? its his private life why do you guys care

user oh so now you guys are giving him privacy?? but when he was rumored to be with y/n you were hating...the hypocrisy

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user OOP user the girls are fightingggg

user not even a y/n fan but this was a bit unnecessary...

user "you dont feel remorse, you dont feel the effects" 🫠

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user karma is A GOD

user i know y/n is having a good day today

user omfg poor lando :(

user womp womp

user i bet he is regretting his decisions rn😭

user y/n nation won today, ln4 nation taking L after L

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user WHAT IS GOING ON WITH LANDO RN

user craziest winter break yet jeez

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charles_leclerc hey y/n! i know we havent spoken much but ive seen how lando treated you the few times you were at races and i apologize for never speaking on it i just wanted to tell you you're a great person and your music is so amazing if you ever need anything please just shoot me a text!

landonorris y/n you blocked my number? im sorry about everything baby can we please just talk?

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user i know a certain someone is FUMING

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user if this is a charles sneak diss i will cry

user we got carlando content....but at what price

user oh he definitely got blocked by y/n😭

user dw we're on your side lando

user who is we?

user just take the L and move on bro

user the way 2 songs got everyone to switch up on lando HAHA

user not just that but his shady posts too

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satuguro · 1 year

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⠀⠀ ⠀ཾ ༚ A LEARNING EXPERIENCE

chad meeks martin x ethan landry x reader

#SYNOPSIS— chad teaches you and ethan how to pleasure each other.

#CONTAINS— dom! chad, inexperienced! switch! reader, inexperienced! sub! ethan, mild daddy/mommy kink, oral, dacryphilia, choking, degradation/praise, cum swapping (?), spit, mxm bc they're all in love

#AUTHORSNOTE— this is so filthy i'm not sorry at all

“you gotta work her up, first. that’s it, e, doing so well.”

his brown hair was tousled more than it usually was, his cheeks such a lovely shade of red as he left hesitant, open mouthed kisses inside your thighs, big brown puppy dog eyes staring up at you. but as natural as it felt for ethan to be on his knees, his eyes kept darting between yours and chads, who was sitting behind you with his chest to your back.

chad’s lips kissed down your neck, making your head fall back as a whine escaped your lips. his large hands massaged your breasts, his fingers lightly rubbing over your nipples every once in a while. his eyes were set on ethan, who couldn’t help but nip at your thigh playfully before looking at chad expectantly.

“what next?” ethan asked, so innocent as he laid his head along the inside of your thigh. his eyes flickered down to the wet spot on your panties, his throat running dry as he reached forward, unable to help himself. his finger lightly traced outside your slit, the small whimper you let out making him look up again.

chad’s lips curled into a little smirk, one of his fingers coming up to play with your nipples. “it seems like you already know,” he commented, watching ethan’s finger slowly rub you outside your panties.

swallowing thickly, ethan nodded, suddenly sheepish as he stared at how your chest heaved and how *pretty* you looked as you stared down at him with half lidded eyes. keeping eye contact with you, he leaned forward and licked a stripe outside your panties, relishing in the low moan you let out.

“just like that,” you breathed out, reaching down to card a hand through his hair. you tugged lightly, making ethan whine as he moved forward, more eager than before.

“remove her panties,” chad murmured, voice husky by your ear as he moved to bite down at the base of your neck, making your back arch away from him from the pain and pleasure.

shy fingers made their way to the elastic of your underwear, hooking under them before pulling them down your legs. ethan’s eyes, blown wide with lust, stared shamelessly at your dripping pussy, his mouth almost salivating by how wet you were.

“isn’t he so cute,” chad asked you, making you nod lazily as you looked at ethan. “so eager to please,” he breathed out, watching as ethan’s face flushed a deeper red. “such a cute little slut.”

ethan whimpered at his words as he moved forward to place his hands on your inner thighs, keeping you open for him. he leaned in nervously before flattening his tongue and licking up your pussy, the taste of your slick making him shut his eyes, his eyes rolling back.

your mouth dropped open at the feeling, feeling chad’s chest rumble as he chuckled. “good.. suck on her clit a bit baby, she loves it.”

“fuck, e, just like that,” you moaned your praise, making the brunette’s movements more confident.

ethan’s lips wrapped around your puffy clit as he sucked it, innocent eyes watching you as you moaned again. he pulled away, a strand of mixture of your arousal and his saliva connecting his lips to your pussy. “am i doing good?” he asked you both, eyes hopeful as he leaned down again, tongue lapping at your slick folds.

“so good—" your moan cut off your praise as ethan pushed his tongue into you, his eyes clouding over the more he tasted you.

“put a finger inside of her, baby,” chad instructed him, and ethan nodded eagerly before sinking a finger into you.

"it slipped in so easily," he said in wonder before leaning in again, sucking your clit between his lips.

“oh my god,” you moaned, head falling farther back against chad’s shoulder. hands gripping ethan's curls and tugging hard, he moaned into your slick pussy, pushing his nose against your swollen clit.

chad’s hand came up to your throat, squeezing lightly on the sides of it, silently reminding you who was in charge. “look at him,” he said huskily.

and when you do, it’s sinful. ethan’s puppy eyes are looking up at you as his finger pumps in and out of you, his pupils dilated. his pretty face is flushed red, and his curls are a bigger mess than usual on his head, some of the strands sticking to his skin. and when he pulls away ever so slightly, you see the glistening of your arousal on his rosy lips. your wetness is making an obscene squelching sound in the room, and when ethan adds another finger, and curls them, you see stars.

“god, look at the both of you,” chad murmurs, taking in how pretty his lovers look. his disk is hard against your back, and he lets out a low moan when he feels you shift against it. he was so hard— painfully so —but seeing the both of you like this made him want to wait. “you’re both so needy.” he pinches one of your nipples teasingly, making you gasp. “both so beautiful.”

chad’s praise makes you push ethan’s face further into your cunt, a moan leaving him as his nose rubs against your clit and he pushes his tongue into you next to his fingers. the lewd wet sounds of his tongue and his fingers are enough to make that knot in your stomach tighten more and more.

“eating her cunt so well.. are you sure haven’t done this before?” chad asks teasingly, making ethan moan at the praise. “don’t you think he’s doing so well, y/n?”

you not furiously, unable to form a coherent response as you practically grind yourself against ethan’s face. “chad— ethan— i’m gonna—“

“gonna what?” chad asked mockingly, teeth biting down at the base of your neck and making you whine.

“gonna cum— wanna cum— daddy, please,” you babble, making a wicked smile appear on chad’s face.

“go ahead, cum all over him.”

the room fills with your loud whines and moans as your climax crashed over you, sending waves of pleasure throughout your body. your back arched against chad’s chest as you felt him play with your breasts, murmuring degrading praises in your ear.

“that’s it, make a mess of him, fuck his face.”

your legs clamp around ethan’s head, keeping him there, and the boy lets out a groan against your cunt as helped you ride out your high. you tasted so good, and as more of your juices dripped out of you, ethan found himself needing more. wanting more.

he reluctantly pulled away from your pussy, a string of saliva and arousal still connecting him to you. with a horizontal swipe of his lips, the string was broken.

“did i do a good job?” ethan’s eyes were blown wide with lust as he stared up at the two of you. your chest was heaving from your orgasm, and you nodded lazily while chad grinned.

“like a pro, e.” he said, letting ethan climb up next to him, his lips coming to kiss him slowly. a groan escaped chad’s lips when he tasted your juices on his lips.

“is it my turn now?” ethan asked breathlessly as he pulled away, his eyes looking into yours. you pulled him into a soft kiss, swiping your tongue against his. the small gesture made his hips buck in anticipation.

“it is,” you murmured, slowly moving yourself off of chad’s lap to go on your knees. “go ahead and sit in chad’s lap, baby.” your heart beat loudly in your chest, the nervousness suddenly coming up as you made yourself comfortable.

ethan shyly moved to sit between chad’s legs, his ass grazing against his dick and making him send him an innocent smile towards him. “sorry, daddy,” he said, not sounding sorry at all as he sat down and looked at you.

your naked body was sweaty, and you sat between his legs. your lips were slightly swollen and parted, and ethan swallowed thickly. “you’re so pretty,” he told you shyly. your face flushed at that, feeling both your boyfriends’ eyes on you.

“she really is, isn’t she?” chad said softly, looking at you with hungry eyes. “you’re about to make her even prettier.”

ethan whined at that, and you took it as your cue to move forward, shy hands moving to ethan’s thighs. chad hummed in approval, nodding his head. “that it, move a little closer."

"poor baby's already worked up," you said teasingly, unable to stop yourself from teasing him. ethan whimpered at that, his soft sounds filling the room as he bucked his hips towards you.

"be patient," chad scolded him, coming up to pinch his nipple. ethan gasped at the sudden sting.

"i'm sorry," ethan whined at you, his neediness getting the better of him.

chad tsked at him, feigning disappointed as he focused on you. his gaze softened at the slight nervousness that ghosted over your face, your eyes on ethan's thick cock. even his cock was pretty; not as thick as chad's, but long, with a fat red tip that was practically drooling precum at this point. hesitantly, you took his dick into your hand.

"take his tip into your mouth, make sure you try not to use your teeth," chad instructed you, his voice soft yet firm as he watched you with pupils blown wide. he had started gently grinding himself against ethan, his own lust far too much for him to handle.

leaning forward, you took ethan's tip into your mouth, reveling in the sweet whimper he let out. letting your tongue lap at him inside your mouth, you closed your eyes as you began bobbing your head, focused on keeping your teeth from grazing against him. the sloppy sounds of your mouth on ethan's cock mingled with his moans.

"oh— oh my g—" ethan whined, throwing his head back against chad's shoulder. chad's lips left open mouthed kissed along the expanse of his neck before sucking a mark against the boy's skin.

"that's it, baby.. don't forget to breathe through your nose," chad praised you, his lips on ethan's skin but his eyes set on you. his hands tweaked with the boy's nipples, making him more breathless. he watched as you breathed steadily through your nose, following his instructions before trying to take more of ethan's cock into your mouth.

"y—y/n," ethan moaned, his hips bucking against your mouth and forcing more of his cock down your throat. your eyes began to water as you gagged loudly, pulling off of him to gasp for air.

chad's hand wrapped around ethan's neck, pressing down on the sides of it, listening to how his moans and whines became even more breathless. "what did i say, ethan?" he practically growled, making ethan whine loudly.

"y/n's mouth just— ah— feels so good daddy, and—" his mouth fell open in a beautiful 'o' when you your hand began to pump him, your thumb occasionally wiping over his sensitive tip.

"that's not a good enough reason, e," you said with a teasing smile, thoroughly enjoying the power you had over him.

"i'm sorry!" ethan babbled, brown eyes watering when he felt your hand start to slow down, teasing him. you may have been inexperienced, but you were sadistic. "i'm sorry, i'll be good, i promise, daddy," he sniffled.

chad chuckled at your teasing, listening to ethan's begging with a hum. "take him back into your mouth and breathe."

and who were you not to listen to chad? you nodded, arousal pooling between your legs at his praise, you took ethan's cock and took him into your mouth again, cheeks hollowing as you sucked him. ethan's hands found the back of your head, and he subtly guided you up and down his cock.

"that's it, pretty girl. you know how to take cock so well, don't you?" chad said, licking a stripe up ethan's neck. tears flowed freely down your cheeks as you felt ethan's tip hit the back of your throat repeatedly. watery eyes were staring right at ethan and chad, and when chad made ethan look down at you, he felt like he could've come on the spot.

you looked so filthy. a mixture of spit and tears dripped on the floor from where your lips were wrapped around the girth of his cock, and the sound of it all. it was sinful and wet, the sloppy sound of your mouth on his cock enough to make him cum right on the spot.

"m—more," ethan whimpered, tears beginning to fall freely from his cheeks. he was so sensitive and the sensations were almost too much, the poor boy didn't know what to say other than moan.

"good fucking girl. play with his balls a little bit— that's it." and as you both made a mess of yourselves, chad was there to guide the both of you through it all.

ethan bucked his hips again, but chad didn't object, only leaning over to his ear. "you wanna fuck her face, baby? just move your hips.. yeah, baby boy, just like that."

your eyes watered more as ethan forced his cock deeper into your throat over and over, hitting a deeper part of your throat every time. one of your hands jerked off what you couldn't fit in your mouth while the other played with his balls, listening as his incoherent moans turned into begs for his release. he was so close.

"y/n— please, please, oh my god." ethan sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, trying (and failing) to stop his whines and moans for more.

you popped off of him but continued to jerk him off, managing a giggle at his babbling. "you sound so slutty, ethan," you said condescendingly before taking him into your mouth again, dead set on making the boy cum.

chad chuckled darkly at your words. "so slutty.. just for us, right, ethan?"

"y—yeah," ethan whimpered, shame and lust filling in his stomach.

you emphasized chad's words by deepthroating ethan completely, lips touching the base of his dick as you willingly choked around his cock. and the sound of you gagging, of chad's filthy words, made ethan's mouth fall open in a beautiful 'o', spurts of white cum pouring into your mouth.

"cumming, mommy— oh fuck me," ethan whined loudly. chad pinched his sensitive nipples, making him twitch in pleasure.

you continued to jerk him off through his orgasm, keeping all of his cum inside your mouth. as he fell from his high, you stood up and leaned over ethan's blissed out face.

"open."

obediently, his pink tongue fell out of his mouth, watery eyes set on you as you reached over and spat his cum into his mouth. ethan moaned at the feeling of his cum on his tongue, and before he could swallow it, chad turned his head towards him and kissed him roughly, taking some of the cum in his mouth. they pulled away, and chad sent you a lazy smirk, pulling you down next to him. "you did so well, pretty girl," he murmured, wiping some of the spit that was still on your chin. he kissed you deeply, and you whimpered at the taste of ethan still on his tongue.

his kiss with you became deeper and more heated, the kiss distracting the both of you so much that you didn't see ethan drop to his knees in front of chad again. only when chad felt ethan's hands on his thighs did he reluctantly pull away from you, eyebrows raised amusedly when he saw ethan staring at the both of you, his face near chad's cock. hesitantly, he reached out to hold it, innocently looking at the both of you.

".. can you both teach me again?"

#REQUESTFROM— @spikedhe4rt

#TAGLIST— @the-sander-fander

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incorrectneverland · 2 months

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Hook: How come we never go out anymore?

Martin: You spend most of your time in Neverland.

Hook: ...ah...that would explain it.

Martin: Your boy takes after you a lot.

Hook: My boy? What-

Peter: Got your hat! *Flies away *

Hook: PETER PAN YOU GIVE THAT BACK!!! *Runs after Peter *

Martin: I wonder who the mother is.

#hookin #peter pan #musings #the great fairy rescue #captain hook #disney #Martin x Hook #the misunderstandings continue

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thesupreme316 · 5 months

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How aew men react to someone disrespecting their gfs

nick wayne x female reader, darius martin x female reader, hook x female reader, action andretti x female reader, dante martin x female reader, Eddie kingston x female reader, ricky starks x female reader

AEW BOYS React to: You Being Disrespected/Them Protecting You

Word Count: 1K

Supreme Speaks: hey sorry for being late. but thanks for being patient. you and another anon had the same request so i hope they also see this. i hope you guys enjoy this. Please remember that you are loved and appreciated.

Warning: GIFS AINT MINE, mentions of explicit language, slightly suggestive language

Taglist: @hooks-martin @sheinthatfandom @triscillal @cassie0sstuff @eddie-kingstons-wifey @hookerforhook @batzy-watzy @wwenhlimagines

Nick Wayne:

Okay, in my mind NICK IS A BABY

HE JUST WANTS PEACE

So he’ll ask for an apology from the person and but they refuse…In fact, they double down

And he just gets to fighting; lunging and tackling the person

But I think he’ll blackout fight

Like he didn’t even know he threw a punch until you pulled him off the other dude/person

Nick would be in shock at his actions, he’s shocked that he was that angry

He doesn’t like physical confrontation HES JUST A BABY

Would definitely buy you anything after that to make it up to you

But if he sees them again, it’s on and poppin

Darius Martin

Okay, tbh yall can go back (light years away) to find when I wrote Darius defending the reader against Sammy Guevara (ew)

But I believe that Darius is very diplomatic

Like he’ll fight with words first

He be like trying to create distance between you and the person

Constantly getting in their face and telling em to back up

Hates when you feel uncomfortable and tries to keep his anger at bay so that way you don’t get frightened

HOWEVER

I do think that Darius would wait for your approval to punch the person or lay hands on them

Him: looks back for approval

You: sighs yea

He doesn’t care who is around, he wants to send a message that you should never be disrespected

Ricky Starks

Okay like I always say…Ricky is a sassy and bold man

So I see him verbally assaulting the person before any punches are thrown

“You have the nerve to talk like that to my girl? In that outfit? Your parents must be so disappointed”

Ricky would just tell you to pay no mind to the person but they kept pushing his buttons

So he did what any gentleman would do

He calmly placed you at the side, turned to the disrespectful person, and calmly whispered in their ear

The person would then make a disgusted face and quickly walk away; mumbling an apology to you

Ricky wouldn’t tell you what he did, all he said was “Let’s go back to having a gorgeous day, beautiful.”

It was like you saw a switch go off…

But he then tells you the only disrespectful thing you’re gonna take is THAT PIPE IN YO-

Dante Martin (okay, idk why but Dante has been on the front of my mind recently….SO MY BABY)

If you have seen various tag matches with him and Darius, Dante is more of a hot-head/impulsive person

I also think because of him putting on weight (HAVE YALL SEEN HIS BACK?? OMG I JUST WANNA-)

He has found new confidence in protecting you, a task he doesn’t take lightly

So I think he will punch first, ask questions later

But it’s so bad that Darius or any of The Lads would have to hold him back

Yeah, after that he’s quiet as a mouse

He’ll only be thinking about how he can better protect you

If someone tries you again, I think he would try to use his words

…

But that doesn’t work so he’ll just go back to punching people left and right

Hook

Mr. Nice Guy

JUST KIDDING

He’s a silent killer, we all knew that

So if anything he’s choking out bitches left and right

Without hesitation like it happens so fast and you didn’t even know how he managed to it

Like are you dating the cold-heart handsome devil or Sonic the Hedgehog

But what makes it funnier is that he’s choking out a person with a straight ass face

Like no struggling or strain on his face

AND THEN

He gets up and continues the conversation that you two were previously having

Like he didn’t wasn’t your shining knight

“So yeah I like Cool Ranch more than Nacho Cheese”

Action Andretti

Andretti is a sweetheart and I think at first glance he doesn’t look that intimidating

So I think some people be underestimating him

But once he heard you get uncomfortable and disrespected, he quietly moved you aside before yelling in the other person’s face

You never saw him this angry so you kind of were in shock

And then you saw Andretti’s fist curl up so you were trying to pull him away but he stayed firm

“No, this bastard will apologize to you first. Then we can leave”

Although you were in shock by your boyfriend’s behavior, you can’t lie

It did turn you on

As soon as the dude left, you complimented your boyfriend and thanked him

He was trying to say you’re welcome but he saw that glint in your eyes and knew immediately how to show that you had the best boyfriend around

SO HE LAID THE WOOD-

Eddie Kingston:

MANS WILL NOT TAKE IT

Remember how he threw that TV at JAS? Yeah, he’s throwing everything in sight

I think everyone needs to understand that Eddie motherfucking Kingston is a ride-and-die friend

He will scorch the earth to ensure that you are defended

Any and all DMX songs are playing in his head while he’s doing so

He doesn’t tolerate disrespect at any time

So he and his friends will actively look for the person who disrespected you

Once he finds them, he pulls them aside

“Listen partna, you disrespected my girlfriend back there…don’t you think you outta apologize?” (Holds fork up to the person’s eye)

Would come back with a chunk of the person’s hair as a trophy and peace offering to you

To this day, Eddie would not tell you how he managed to get such a big chunk of the dude’s hair

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rustedhearts · 5 months

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let it snow (70s!steve harrington x fem!reader)

summary: what happens when you're snowed in with your best friend (and there's a lot of sexual tension)?

uses she/her pronouns and female anatomy.

✶ the only living boy in indiana ✶ christmas carols ✶ the library

tags: fluff, mutual pining, best friend!steve

"oh, the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful, and since we've no place to go: let it snow! let it snow! let it snow!"

— let it snow! let it snow! let it snow!, dean martin

somewhere in indiana. december, 1976.

“That snow’s really comin’ down,” Steve mused from his bedroom window.

You glanced up from your book, splayed on your stomach against his duvet. “It’ll be fine.”

Steve let his drape drop back into place over the window, frosted with ice and fogging with the heat from his radiator. He wandered back toward the bed, flopping beside you and jostling the mattress. You huffed into your current chapter.

“Not worried about missing your date tonight?”

You shrugged, flipping the page that you haven’t even read. “Eh. He’s kind of boring anyway."

"Well, yeah," Steve scoffed, twisting to lay on his back. The blankets bunched up with his shifting. "His name is Peter."

"Your name is Steve."

Steve's head snapped your way to sharpen his eyes in a glare. "Hey."

A slow, sideways smile plucked at your lips. You turned back to your book and stifled a giggle, though it burst free when his fingers poked your side.

"Wanna go in the basement? I need a light and Mom'll kill me if she smells it up here."

You closed your book around your finger and gazed at him over your shoulder. "They won't be home for hours."

"It lingers, sweetheart."

“Gross.” You scrunched up your nose and tried to ignore the pulsing ache in your chest. Bless the cold for keeping the heat from rushing to your face. “Don’t call me that.”

Steve rolled off the bed and to his feet, rushing the door and paying no mind to your distaste.

"C'mon, sweetheart," he called, already halfway down the hall. "We can dip into some of my dad's scotch."

So half an hour later, Steve was on his second Winston—the first stubbed out in the glass ashtray on the coffee table—and you were nursing a mug of scotch. Your mug had Santa on it, and you traced his beard with the edge of your nail as Steve fiddled with the stereo.

"Don't have any Christmas tunes," he'd muttered once you settled in the freezing cold basement. "But we can break out the winter music."

"And what do you consider 'winter music?'" you asked.

He lit up a Winston and clenched it between his teeth, already rifling through his baskets of vinyl. "Anything as cold and dreary as this damn town."

Now, Steve was bopping his hips to a jazzy tune found on a very old record from early high school. You remember the day he found it at the record store. It was during his "blue period," where all he wanted to listen to was jazz and blues.

You hid your grin behind another sip as Steve made finger guns toward the ceiling in time to the trumpet of the song, though a giggle burst forth into a gulp of scotch. His head snapped your way, one finger gun coming to pull his cigarette away.

"I hear your giggles, Miss. Grinch," he teased, swinging his leg over the back of the sofa to sit on the edge.

You swallowed down the pungent liquor, wincing when it stung. "I'm not a Grinch. I just don't like Christmas the same way you do, you know that."

Steve blew a cloud of smoke though his teeth. "Yeah, never understood that, by the way."

"Not for you to understand, Hair."

Steve narrowed his eyes at you, pointing the ashed end of his cigarette your way. "Don't call me that."

You quirked a brow, chin tipping up defiantly. "Or what?"

Steve cooly mouthed at his cigarette a moment more. He carefully slid down the back of the couch until he was seated near your socked feet, leaning forward to stub his second Winston out. As it died out in the mess of ash, Steve hooked his arm around your knees and yanked you close.

"Steve," you warned, voice knocked a pitch up. "Don't!"

It took everything in you not to spill your scotch as Steve's thin fingers prodded at your sides. He knew just what spots to press on, just where to squeeze and jiggle to have you twisting and writhing in a fit of laughter. The kind of laughter that had you aching with soreness. The kind of laughter that sent you back to infancy together.

Steve swooped the mug out of your hand and placed it on the coffee table before it could fall—but only so he could ignore your giggled protests to stop as the pair of you slipped off the couch. You tumbled to the hard floor together, a mess of limbs on concrete.

Soon, you were pinned under his heavy weight. His hands stopped tickling and rested stilly on your waist. They slipped under your sweater in the commotion, and now his palms braced your bare flesh without barrier. You could feel him between your legs—the sheer size of him, pushing your thighs apart and stretching them to sting. The outline of him pressed against his jeans.

The laughter subsided to breathless sighs. You gazed up at his pink-cheeked face, splotched with excitement. Your stomach was in your throat. The record stopped spinning some time ago, and now the empty scratch of needle turn crackled through the empty house. The end of your nose was frozen from the cold, but the rest of you was on fire pressed up against Steve.

Steve: your best friend.

"You're so soft," he whispered.

Your breath hitched. His thumb started to move in odd patterns under your shirt. You were suddenly and extremely aware of your hands around his arms—and how firm his biceps were under his sleeves. Every breath that touched your face smelled like Winston smoke. There was a tear in the rug underneath you and it was tickling your cheek.

"Th-thank you."

His thumbs continued. The breathing shallowed. The record spun on an empty track. His eyes were such a pretty color—or, an amalgamation of many colors all in one pretty iris.

You swallowed thickly, mouth suddenly dry. "I-I should go. Still...try to make my date."

Steve nodded, though he, too, was lost in your eyes. He never noticed how pretty the shape of your eyes were. How long and dainty the lashes were, how they brushed your cheeks with every blink. Did you know? Had you walked around with all this glorious beauty his entire life?

How could he have been so blind?

"Steve," you interrupted. "Get off me."

Steve scrambled to release you of his weight, rolling to his feet and brushing off his jeans. He helped you up—a gentle hand around your arm—and watched you grab your coat from the hook near the door. You've had that coat for years—the fur-lined collar and cuffed sleeves were full of lint and cat hair, and there was a button missing at the bottom.

While you were fishing for your gloves in the pockets, Steve moved the lace drapes over the back door and peered up the steps. There was about three feet of snow blocking the door, and as he watched, more piled over the staircase and across the yard.

"Uh...not sure you should go out in this," he announced.

You flicked your hair out of your face with mittened hands and huffed. "What?"

"The snow's pretty bad—"

"We live in Indiana, Steve. I've seen plenty of snow."

Steve dropped the snow and stepped away, arms folded over his chest. "Is Peter really worth getting stuck in a snowstorm?"

You cocked your foot out, mimicking his folded arms. "Maybe. He-he might be. I don't know."

It was the way his jaw tipped up at you, how his brows raised and nestled together, how his lip curled into a grin akin to the sixteen year old that never got told 'no.' It was the way your heart thumped in your ears with deafening force.

You weren't sure you could be around him right now. Not without wondering how his lips tasted. Not without wondering why he'd never told you he loved you.

"Really? What's his last name?"

"Good question. I'll ask him tonight." You rolled your eyes and whirled around, heading toward the basement steps.

If Steve wouldn't let you leave that way, you'd just go out the front.

"Hey—seriously, you're not going out in this."

"Oh yeah?" you huffed, stomping up the stairs. "Who's gonna stop me?"

A heavy arm hooked around your waist, knocking the air from your lungs with one quick pull. Steve hoisted you back down the steps, and it was only when he placed you back on your feet that you started kicking them. You got one good hit in the thigh before backing away to glare.

"What the hell is your issue?" you spat.

Steve threw his arms out—fucking Christ, his shoulders were broad. His hands were so big, and he had the prettiest pink flush to his face after all that play fighting and struggling.

"I'm not letting you go out in that."

It took everything in you to muster a squint and shoot it at him. You were sweating bullets in your buttoned-up coat.

"Well, I'm going."

Maybe you wanted him to grab you again. Maybe that's why you tried to push past him and dart up the stairs. Maybe you wanted to be chased, manhandled, held by those big, rough hands—Steve couldn't think of any other reason for your second attempt at escaping.

So, he snatched you up again. This time, you ended up dangling over his shoulder, and your feet were quicker to react this time. But your struggles were futile and adorable, and Steve chuckled when he brought you back to the cement floor and blocked off the stairs with a stiff body.

Once standing, you flicked your hair away again. Steve pushed his sweater sleeves up to his elbows. Cords of muscle flexed in his forearms—those strong, wide forearms. The scotch was starting to take effect. The room was getting smaller and hotter by the second, and you couldn't stop watching his lips grow pinker with heat.

"You have to stop touching me," you breathed out, so much softer than you wished it would sound. But you had no strength around Steve when he was at this proximity.

He pushed his hair out of his eyes, swallowing. He almost seemed in pain. "Then stop looking at me like that."

Your mouth ran dry. The room regained its frigidity in an instance. The sizzle of saliva down your throat passed between you.

"Like...like what?"

There was an ache growing in your chest that you were starting to resent. A hollow, weeping ache that squeezed with all its might when Steve looked down and shook his head.

"Nothing."

You watched him a moment. Scuff his shoes through the dirt on the floor. Wipe at his nose the way he does when he's nervous. Tuck his hands into his pockets and roll his shoulders. Meet your eyes only to duck away again.

"What if I...just go home?"

Steve scratched at the back of his neck, tousling his hair. "I'll-I'll walk you."

You nodded. "Okay."

Steve bundled in his coat and scarf, slipping on a pair of ratty old gloves before you pushed your way out the front door. Though you only lived a few houses down, it as a difficult trek. You had to hoist your legs with every step, kicking snow up the back of your jeans and under your coat. The wind whipped flurries at your face and numbed your mouth.

By the time you made it to your own front door, you were shivering and no less flustered than a few minutes ago. You turned around as you reached for the knob, finding Steve at the top step, waiting.

"Thanks for walking me."

Steve shoved his hands into his pockets and nodded. His smile was tight-lipped. "Sure."

You opened the door and slipped inside. Steve watched you kick the snow off your boots against the wall and shimmy your coat onto the hook. He watched you trudge to the steps and ascend them slowly, lost in the world of your own thoughts.

He stepped back and shuffled through the mound of white on your front lawn. He stopped in view of your bedroom window on the second floor, and watched the glass turn yellow in the lamplight. You passed in front of the window on your way to the bed.

Steve echoed a white breath into the air.

Maybe one day.

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How it all started ~ HOOK imagine

Author's note: This is my first time ever writing a fanfic/ imagine, so bare with me and the errors.

It all started with Top Flight. You are Darius’ and Dante’s little sister. You started training the same time they did. You got signed to AEW at the same time. At first you would team with them or be ringside for their matches.

The longer you were with AEW, Dante started to hang out with this mysterious looking guy who went by the name of HOOK. As time went by, Darius started hanging out with him, too. Your other friend Anthony also started being friends with him. As time went on, their friend group got the name The Lads. You were unsure if you wanted to be friends with HOOK or just let your brothers be friends with him.

Over time you started hanging out with The Lads, going out for dinner after the shows, hanging out in one of their rooms. Or just hanging out backstage and getting to know HOOK more. Over some more time, HOOK started to develop a crush on you. You also started developing a crush on him. You guys would end up hanging out with just the two of you.

Your brothers started catching on. They knew something was going on between the two of you but you seemed happy when you were with him so they didn’t want to interfere or ask questions to upset either of you guys. HOOK ended up asking you out the night you won the TBS championship from Jade Cargill. He was so proud of you and after the match he knew you were the one for him. You said yes to being his girlfriend.

A month after dating you guys finally told your brothers and Anthony. They were so happy for you. They all three had a brotherly talk with HOOK after you left to defend your title. Fast forward a couple months. A new talent got signed by the name of Action Andretti.

He would hang out with Top Flight here and there, due to HOOK and your relationship being private except for The Lads knowing. Andretti thought you were single so he would flirt with you. But it made you uncomfortable so you tried telling him you were taken. But he didn’t believe you since you never talked about HOOK like that. After this happened a couple times, HOOK noticed you looked uncomfortable and came up to you guys and asked what was the problem.

At that point Andretti realized HOOK was your boyfriend and apologized and left to go hang out with Bowens and Top Flight. And told them the whole situation they laughed at it and told him to relax and that HOOK was not going to beat him up. Over time you were more comfortable around him and he became like a big brother to you. HOOK was still unsure of it because he loved you and knows the “big brother�� trick guys do to girls. But then after a while he was ok with it and he became a part of The Lads also.

If the boys see anyone and I mean anyone messing with you, they go and find HOOK who scares them away. If that doesn’t work, then the rest of The Lads come and back HOOK up. As time goes on, you and HOOK eventually get engaged. After being engaged for just two months, you found out you were pregnant with his baby. You guys talked and decided that you would keep traveling with AEW.

Once you hit the third trimester you would stay home and relax until the baby was born. While you were still traveling with AEW. If HOOK had a match the boys would stick with you, watch over you, get you whatever you needed. After HOOK would get done with his matches he would come give you a kiss, go shower, get dressed and get packed. Come back and get you and go straight back to the hotel so you could relax and get your feet massaged.

After your baby was born and you were cleared to start wrestling again, you guys brought the baby with you whenever you would travel with AEW. When you guys had a tag team match with each other the boys would watch the baby.

Over time, you realize this is all you want in life, your man, your baby, your actual brothers Darius, and Dante. And you adopted big brothers Bowens and Andretti. At the end of the day, you were thankful for each and every one of them. They were your little family that you loved so much.

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It's That Simple

Day 16: Praise Kink (Bob Floyd x F!Reader)

(For the 2023 Kinktober event that I created on my own because I am boring and basic and am trying to keep it simple this year...found here!)

CW: Light angst, kinda (Bob gets deflated); talk of panic attacks and self-doubt; smut (handjob); 18+ only.

Word Count: 5656

AN: This was requested by an anon!

AN2: If you've been around a bit, you know the drill: this isn't edited or re-read or beta'ed.

It’s another terrible first date.

Bob struggles to even snag a first date. He’s unassuming; he lacks the swagger and extroversion to stroll up to a woman and talk her up. Most of his dates are obtained from other members of the Daggers—double dates, set-ups, stuff like that.

The latest one was set up by Fanboy, a friend of his sister. Within moments of meeting his date, Bob knows it’ll be a mess: she makes a face when she greets him at the door, and it goes downhill from there.

It ends when she gets a text. An emergency, she tells him, and Bob is too smart and perceptive to buy the lie. But he’s a gentleman, so he nods seriously and offers to drive her home or wherever she’s needed, which she declines. He pays the bill of their abortive dinner, and he pretends not to notice how his date practically skips out of the restaurant and into the waiting car of a friend.

He should go home to lick his wounds. Another failed date, another night alone. He sees the stretch of his life in front of him and despairs that he’ll ever meet someone, and he should go home to sulk, but he goes to the Hard Deck instead.

He might as well break the news to Fanboy, at least, and maybe Nat can cheer him up with her usual sarcastic humor.

-----

The Hard Deck is as packed as always, and Bob—in his date clothes of dress pants and a button down shirt—stands out among the uniformed pilots and fellow wizzos. He finds the Dagger Squad, confesses his failure to Fanboy, then settles into a stool near Nat and Rooster.

Nat puts a hand on his shoulder and gives him a comforting squeeze. “I’m sorry, Bob,” she says.

“Her loss,” Rooster offers.

Bob shrugs. It’s not anyone’s loss but his, but he offers them a weak smile that fools neither of them.

It’s Hangman who sidles up to Bob, and in an uncharacteristic moment of thoughtfulness, the cocky pilot offers to be his wingman—which makes Bob laugh, and it comes out laced with some bitterness.

“No offense, Bagman, but you’d be a terrible wingman,” Bob says.

“What? Why?”

Bob lifts his hands in a helpless shrug. “Because you’re….you. And I’m not like you at all.”

“So?”

He scoffs in frustration at Bagman being so obtuse. As if any woman would look at Bob if he walked up to them with Jake at his side. It’d be like an Aston Martin rolling up alongside an old Honda Civic, and that’s the analogy he uses to make Jake understand. But Jake shakes his head, clasps him on his shoulders and gives him a friendly shake.

“Nah, Baby on Board. You got it all wrong. You just need some confidence.” Another teeth-rattling shake. “Trust me, there’s a girl out there for you. C’mon.”

Bob finds himself powerless to resist as Jake pushes him off of his stool, then shoves him gently in the direction of the crowded bar.

-----

The first pair that Jake sidles up to is a bust, but it’s not Bob’s fault: Jake had hooked up with the one woman before, forgotten about it completely. He’s moments from getting a drink tossed in his face when Bob tugs him away from the danger and they pull back, reevaluate.

The second pair is a bust too. The first woman doesn’t even let Jake get the full sentence out before she’s wagging her ring finger in his face.

“Married,” she says, her words clipped. “Move along, sailor.”

The third pair? The third pair works out. Jake hones in on one immediately, a blonde with big doe eyes, but the second one—you—rolls her eyes at him.

But when you turn to study Bob, you don’t roll your eyes. You hold out a hand, introduce yourself, ask for his rank, then pat the empty chair beside you.

“Settle in, Lieutenant,” and your smile is easy. “Let’s chat while we watch your friend strike out, huh?”

-----

It turns out you’re drunk, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing.

For one, you’ve fallen in with Bob Floyd, the most gentlemanly man a drunk, single girl could come across. He’d never take advantage, and in fact, he’ll end up driving you home at the end of the night, getting you into your apartment. He will take your shoes off of you, tuck you into your bed, and press a glass of water and a couple of ibuprofen on you before he sees himself out.

For another thing, Bob Floyd has fallen in with you, the most fiercely sweet drunk that a down-on-himself man could come across. You’re one of those loud cheerleader types when you drink; the kind of woman who chats up other women in the bathroom, who tells them they’re beautiful, that you love them. With your friend and Jake otherwise engaged, Bob finds himself caught in the tractor beam of your charm.

“You look sad,” you tell him around the rim of your glass. “Are you sad?”

You’re drunk and Bob is sad, and you’re staring at him with wide eyes that glitter in the low light of the bar, so he tells you. He tells you about his terrible date, the latest in a string of terrible dates, that he’s been single for so long and he’s not entirely convinced he’ll ever meet someone, that he’s too scrawny, that his glasses are terrible (one date called them serial killer glasses), that he’s too reserved to ever catch the eye of a woman, too unremarkable looking, let alone—

“No!” You cut him off by exclaiming it, a near-shout, and your hand finds his forearm and grips him there. “You’re gorgeous, Bill! Don’t even say you aren’t!”

He grins despite himself. “It’s Bob. But thanks. I mean, it’s nice of you to say—”

“Bob. Yes. Sorry. Bob, not Bill. I say it because it’s true.” You release your hold on his arm and sit back in your chair, your eyes narrowed now as you study him closer. You’re quiet for a long beat, and Bob squirms under your attention, but then you tell him more and he swears he breaks out in a full-body blush.

“You’re gorgeous, really,” you tell him. “It’s just that you have a sneakier handsomeness, you know? Like, that one there—” You gesture broadly at Jake. “—He’s, like, Ken-doll handsome. Like, he catches your eye because it’s all symmetrical and stuff, and he’s fine, but symmetry can be boring and someone like you, it’s sneaky. You have a nice face, and these nice blue eyes, and nice hair, and I bet people think about you after the fact like, ‘oh, that Bob guy, he’s not bad at all,’ and then even later it’s like, ‘oh, Bob, he’s pretty handsome.’ Because you’re that sneaky sort of handsome and that’s the worst damned kind.”

Bob isn’t entirely tracking what you mean, but he shakes his head at the unearned praise, and he can’t stop the smile that’s plastered on his face. He probably looks like a dope.

“Why’s that the worst kind?” he asks.

“Because it’s deadly!” You lean forward again, put your hand on his arm again. “Sneaky-handsome guys are like a virus because by the time you realize they’ve infected you, it’s too late.”

Bob chuckles. “I’m a virus? Suddenly my night has gotten worse, somehow.”

“No, not at all. It’s just…” You trail off, polish off your drink. You wave down Penny for another. “It’s just that you sneaky-handsome types never understand the power you have. Ken-doll over there knows he’s hot, and by the mere fact of him knowing he’s hot, he loses a considerable amount of hotness. But you have no idea you’re handsome, and that makes you even hotter.”

“I think there’s a string of women in the San Diego area that would disagree with your assessment,” Bob replies. “But I appreciate the compliment, nonetheless.”

“Oh, them.” You flap a hand, a dismissive wave. “There’s a lot of idiots in the world, Bob. You can’t let a string of women in the San Diego area make you feel bad.”

“I guess I just need to find someone who isn’t an idiot.”

“Ah, well!” You set your drink down and wave your hands in front of yourself in a ta-da sort of flourish. “Cal Tech graduate, Bobby. I work for NASA.”

He feels a warm flush at you calling him Bobby. “You’re a rocket scientist? Definitely not an idiot, then.”

“Astrobiologist, actually. And only an idiot sometimes, but never when it comes to the sneaky-handsome men here at the Hard Deck.”

Bob shakes his head, a little embarrassed at how much he likes you, a drunk stranger, talking him up. He tries to dial it back, afraid he’s going to fall in love before last call.

“You’re way too smart for me, then,” he tells you.

That makes you arch an eyebrow at him. “You afraid of smart women, Bobby?”

“Not at all. It’s just that smart, beautiful, and sweet? Do you understand the power you have?” He keeps his tone light, teasing, but he’s in over his head with this: he’s definitely going to fall in love before last call.

Of course he is. His question makes you laugh, a warm sound that knocks free the lump in his chest from his earlier failed date. Your laughter makes him feel drunk even though he hasn’t touched a drop; he feels warm and light and big-headed at how kind you’ve been to him, how sweet, but your laughter is the sound that makes him fall in love with you.

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The two of you stay until last call. Bagman and your friend disappear hours before then, and you shrug at Bob, say you called it all wrong, that you didn’t think Jake was your friend’s type.

Bob drives you home. You’re unsteady on your feet, so he hovers near you, but you manage reasonably well until it’s time to unlock your door. He watches you try it, then he reaches out and takes the keys from your hand.

It’s the first time he touches you.

He gets you inside. He gets you to your bedroom, and you flop gracelessly across the mattress, and Bob immediately goes into caretaker mode. He slides your shoes off of you, sets them in a neat row by your closet. He makes his way to your kitchen, gets you a glass of water, then stops in the bathroom. He rummages through your medicine cabinet—you use the same brand of toothpaste as he does, the same type of toothbrush, and Bob marvels at the strange intimacy of learning these things, the everyday things that not everyone is privy to about you. He finds some ibuprofen and shakes two out, then takes them and the water back to you.

You’re already drifting off to sleep, and Bob has to cajole you into sitting up. He gets you perched on the side of the bed and gives you the pills and water, which you take without complaints. He takes the empty glass back from you, and then there’s a moment—

—you sit on the edge of your bed and Bob stands over you, and you look up at him with your bleary eyes and he sees fear. You’re understanding what you’ve done, maybe: you’ve invited a strange man back to your place and you’re drunk, and he could do anything, and Bob sees the flicker of uncertainty, the beginning of fear in your eyes. It makes him feel sick because he’d never take advantage. It makes him sick that the world, being what the world is, makes this fear lance through the whiskey fumes in your head.

He reaches down to the foot of your bed where there’s a blanket neatly folded. He shakes it out, urges you to lie down, and when you do, he covers you up.

“Be sure to drink more water when you wake up,” he tells you softly.

The nascent fear fades out of your expression, and it’s replaced by a loose, goofy grin. You free a hand from under the blanket and give him a sloppy salute. “Aye, aye, captain.”

Bob sees himself out but not before he’s struck with a bit of brave optimism. He sees the little whiteboard by your refrigerator, and he writes out his name and his number. He drives home and sends up a silent prayer that his sneaky-handsome virus has already infected you, charmed as he is by your earnestly drunken (albeit clunky) analogy from earlier in the evening.

He wakes up the next morning and feels less hopeful. He queues up a playlist and sets out on his morning run, but his morning pessimism is misplaced: you call him a mile into his run, and Bob stutters in his steps to hear your voice—a little rough, but sunny nonetheless.

“I’m looking for a guy named Bobby,” you tell him over the phone, and he can hear the smile in your voice. “Lieutenant Blue Eyes.”

-----

The two of you make plans to meet up at the Hard Deck, but you don’t call it a date so Bob doesn’t either. He’s in unfamiliar territory: things have always been a date or not a date in the past, but he’s noticed that many of his Dagger teammates speak in looser terms—meeting up, hanging out—with potential partners. He’s unsure how to handle it; if he seems too casual, you might miss his interest. If he comes on too strong, he might scare you off.

He decides to just turn up in his uniform, as he usually does, and when he arrives at the Hard Deck, you are already there. You’re perched in a bar stool and chatting to Penny, but when he strolls in, you see him.

You smile at him as he walks over to you, but then you shake your head in a mock-rueful way.

“Oh, no,” you say as you hop off of your stool. You open your arms and Bob steps into them, and you hug him warmly like you’re old friends. “I thought maybe it was just whiskey-goggles that night, but you really are cute.”

Bob chuckles. He releases you, then takes the stool beside yours. “Well, I’ve been downgraded. You called me handsome that night,” he points out.

“Sneaky-handsome, actually.”

“There seems to be a whole spectrum here that I was never privy to.”

You wave down Penny who comes and takes your orders. Once your drinks are in front of you—a hard cider for you, a shandy for Bob—you click your glass against his.

“Here’s to the sneaky-handsome men of the world,” you say.

Bob ducks his head and grins “And to the rocket scientists,” he adds.

A date or not a date…the evening passes in a blink, and you leave Bob that night entirely sober after long conversations and a lot of easy laughter. You pull him in for another hug before you part, and this hug lingers longer than the hug you gave him as a greeting. When you pull away, though, you gaze at him with a somber expression.

“I wanted to thank you for the other night,” you tell him. “For being a gentleman when you took me home.”

“Of course.”

“No, I mean it.” Your hands on his upper arms squeeze him a little firmer. “You could have taken advantage, and you didn’t. You’re a good one, Bob.”

He shakes his head, tries to wave you off, but you squeeze him again. You don’t let him shrug off your thanks. You don’t let him downplay his goodness.

“You are a good man, Bob,” you repeat, and you stare at him, like you’re daring him to disagree.

Bob, who finds that you’re something of a force to be reckoned with, wouldn’t dare to disagree.

-----

He’s still not entirely clear if this is dating or not. Neither of you actually says the word. You text each other steadily, and you meet up sometimes at the Hard Deck, but your schedule isn’t great and Bob’s is even worse. He worries that he’s missed his chance. When he talks about it to the other Daggers, Hangman rolls his eyes and tells Bob he should have taken his shot earlier, that Bob is pretty much friend-zoned now, but Nat rolls her eyes at that and says he’s overthinking it.

Of course Bob overthinks it. Bob overthinks everything.

He doesn’t know yet that you overthink everything too. That you are going through your own pangs of regret, that you think you’ve missed your chance too, that your friends circle around you too and give you tough-love pep talks to build up your courage to take the lead on this burgeoning thing with Bob.

And ultimately, Bob’s hunch that you’re a force to be reckoned with is correct. In the end, you take charge.

-----

You end up inviting him over for dinner on a night when your schedules align, and Bob overthinks that too.

What if it’s a date-date, and he turns up too casual, with nothing in his hands—no wine, no flowers? Or the opposite—what if he dresses up a little, brings you a mixed bouquet, and it’s just a casual friends-type thing?

Bob has no idea how he can manage the systems on a sophisticated plane because his brain grinds to a painful halt the moment he starts to contemplate this dinner at your place. It’s Nat—it’s always Nat, with her no-nonsense lens into the mystique of her fellow women—who smacks some sense into him.

“Wear a nice shirt, shower beforehand, and take a bottle of wine,” she tells him.

“But what if—”

“It’s always polite to take a gift, Bob.” She rolls her eyes, heaves a sigh. “And it’s always polite to, you know. Shower. Show up fresh-smelling and neat. Jesus Christ. Just go.”

So Bob turns up at your apartment, a mid-tier bottle of wine in his sweaty hand. Freshly showered, a daub of cologne behind his ears, and a nice blue button-down that brings out his eyes.

And it’s a good thing he took Nat’s advice too, because you open the door in the sweetest sundress, and there’s music softly playing and the most heavenly smells wafting from your kitchen. Bob realizes all at once that it’s a date-date after all, and his heart does an alarming little stutter in his chest, enough to stun him until you take his hand and gently pull him inside.

-----

Part of Bob’s issue with women is his inability to pick up on subtle, sometimes invisible cues. He has always fallen in with the sort of women who play mind games, who play coy and say one thing while meaning another. He always feels back on his heels; it feels like women speak a language he’s only slightly fluent in, so he’s always playing catch-up to translate what they mean.

But it’s refreshing with you, in this moment, because as you both sit down to the feast you’ve prepared, you just talk with him. The two of you chat about your lives, you catch each other up since the last time you’ve talked, and Bob almost forgets to be nervous.

Almost. A pair of tapered candles flicker between you and cast your lovely face in a golden glow, and low, bluesy music sets the soundtrack as you eat. You sip at the wine he brought, and he eats your home-cooking, and Bob imagines an entire life like this…and he almost misses the way you keep swiping your palms along your thighs, like you’re nervous.

Almost. He leans into his WSO work, studies you closely like you’re a dashboard of lights and alarms and switches. He watches you a little closer, and he sees the way your throat bobs when you swallow a mouthful of wine, like you’re swallowing past a lump or going all dry-mouthed on him. He sees the deep breaths you take, the way you press the back of your hand to your neck, like you’re flushed and trying to calm yourself.

“You’re nervous,” he blurts out when he realizes it for sure, and you pause in where you’re lifting the wine glass to your mouth and stare at him.

“I am.” It’s that simple. No mind games, no coy pretending.

“It’s just me,” Bob says.

You smile at him, and it trembles a little at the corners. He can feel the nerves in you now, and he reaches out a hand across the table, palm up. He makes a grabby motion with it until your smile firms up and you lay your hand in his, and he grasps you lightly.

“It’s just me,” he repeats.

“And I like just-you,” you tell him. “Like-like, I mean. I wanted to tell you so tonight.”

His heart does that wicked little stutter in his chest, but he squeezes your hand. “Sounds like you just told me then.”

“Guess so.” You watch him, and your smile seems tremulous again, so Bob replies, “I like you too.”

It’s that simple. After you each put yourself through your own overthinking hell, each suffering through your own sleepless nights and needless worrying about dumb things like friend zones, it comes down to a moment so simple that it’s stupid: just the two of you holding hands as you confess your mutual feelings matter-of-factly.

-----

It feels too easy. After months (years) of struggling to even land the occasional first date, suddenly Bob’s dream girl turns up just like that. It feels too easy, and so Bob slips into his overthinking almost immediately.

It goes fine after dinner, when the two of you trade nervous kisses on your couch until the nerves burn off enough that your mouth slotted over his feels natural, that you move in concert with each other—your head tilting one way, his tilting the other, no longer bumping noses or knocking his glasses askew.

It goes fine as you climb into his lap, the solid weight of you a welcome sensation because Bob’s head feels like it’s filled with helium, drunk and fizzy from the feel of your lips against his, your tongue against his own.

It goes fine when you climb off of him, shaky-legged like a newborn foal. When you hold out your hand and take his to lead him back to your bedroom.

The moment he finds himself stripped down to his boxers and lying on your bed is the moment it falls apart.

It’s like every mean comment, every brush-off and ghosting, every roll of the eyes and beleaguered sigh and overheard commentary about him crowds into the room and leaves no space for this moment with you. Bob thinks of all the feedback he’s ever gotten on dates—the serial killer eye glasses, the lack of muscles, the lack of game. He tries to take a deep breath and finds he can barely pull in a lungful, and his throat feels like it’s closing on him—

And he can’t get hard. His near-erection from making out on the couch deflates, and even though you are perched over him—you’ve shed your sundress, and you’re in the sexiest, sweetest lingerie set, powder pink, like the underside of a cloud at sunrise—he cannot coax himself back to attention.

The panic that floods him—he recognizes the feeling. He’s felt it a million times. He feels the hot, splotchy redness as it breaks out across his chest and neck, and his face flushes furiously bright, and you notice it all in real time. The sultry, heavy-lidded look on your face disappears and is replaced by pure concern.

“Bob? Bobby? Are you…okay?” You reach a hand out and cup his face, and your palm had felt warm earlier but now it feels cool….which proves how hot he’s flushed, how feverish his panic makes him feel.

“I’m sorry. Shit, honey. I’m…I gotta go.” He tries to sit up but your mattress is soft and he flails a moment, and if Bob were just a bit younger he’d burst into tears at how sideways this has all gone so suddenly. You served him up the perfect evening, you’re kneeling right beside him in the hottest fucking lingerie, and he’s been reduced to a stuttering, red-face idiot who can’t even get hard—

“Hey.” You lay your hand on his bare chest, steady him. “Hey, hey, hey. Take a second. Just breathe, Bobby.”

“I gotta—”

“Just relax.” You press against his chest, tap your forefinger against his skin. “Breathe for me, okay? Everything’s fine.”

“It’s not. Fuck, it’s not!” He raises his voice, winces at how shrill he sounds, and the dam in him breaks. Something in him dislodges, and it all spills out: every mean, rotten thing he’s ever thought about himself. Every bit of unfair criticism, every insult and slight and how his own insecurity has twisted it all into a crippling imposter syndrome. How he only ever feels competent at his job but how he struggles with everything else, and now how he’s fucked it all up with you because he’s overthinking, always trapped in the own tangled maze of his mind, always waiting for the other shoe to drop because he’s not good enough, he can’t even get hard even with you looking like a dream—

“Hey. Whoa.” You remove your hand from his chest, but you scoot over to sit beside him, turned to face him, your expression very similar to the night he met you—the same easy smile, the same studious eyes.

“Nothing’s ruined. You haven’t fucked anything up. Take a breath. Is this because of that bad first date you had the night we met?”

He nods. “A little bit.”

“There’s been other bad first dates, I guess?”

Another nod.

“And now you’re worried this is just another bad first date?”

“Yeah.” It comes out a croak, a roughness in his throat.

“Hmm.” You lean forward, press a soft kiss to his forehead. “You wanna hear about my worst first date ever?”

“No, honey, it’s okay—”

“His name was Justin.” Another soft kiss, this one to his temple. “Good job, good looking.” Another kiss, to the other temple, right at his hairline. “Picked me up and gave me flowers, took me out to San Diego’s most exclusive restaurant that has a reservation list a mile long.”

Bob chuckles weakly. “Sounds awful,” he says, wry.

You hum again, kiss his flushed cheek. “He was charming at dinner.” A kiss on his other cheek. “Said all the right things. Asked about my life and listened to my answers.” The lightest of kisses on the tip of his nose, and it makes him smile despite himself.

“Halfway through dessert, a woman comes up to our table.” Bob feels the gentle press of your lips at the corner of his mouth, and he turns his head to kiss you back, but you pull away.

“It was Justin’s wife.” A flurry of kisses now, to his chin, along his jawline, near his ear.

“He was cheating,” Bob says.

“Nope.” A kiss, this one lingering, under his jaw, on his neck. “Turns out, this was a little game he and his wife play. Some weird cheating, cuckolding fantasy.” Your lips skate over his pulse point. “He takes a girl out, his wife pretends to catch them, and then they go to a nearby hotel to fuck each other senseless.”

“Oh, shit.”

“Oh, shit is right.” You lift your head to gaze at him. “Asshole left me with the bill for dinner too. So Bobby….you’re not my worst first date. You’re not even close.”

“Honey—”

“You have no idea how hard you’re gonna have to work to really, honestly fuck this up.” You grin at him, and then you straddle his lap again, and he lays his hands on your hips and stares up at you.

“Because you’re, like, exactly the sort of man I’ve always been looking for. You’re that sneaky-handsome sort, and you’re smart and sweet, and you took care of me that first night when I was too drunk to make good choices.” You cup his face in your hands, and you stare at him hard, that sweet forcefulness on full display, like you dare him to disagree with you.

“It’s already a sure thing, Bobby.” You lean forward, kiss him gently. “There’s no pressure to do anything tonight. Don’t even think about needing to do anything. How about you just let me love on you, and you just relax, and if you can keep your secret wife from busting in and turning this into a cuckolding fantasy, we’ll end the night just fine, okay?”

That makes him laugh, and it breaks the spell of his terrible ruminating. Bob laughs, and he slides his hands from your hips up to your waist to feel your soft skin.

“I didn’t even think of getting a secret wife before I came here,” he confesses.

“See? It’s a sure thing, then.” You lean forward again, whisper in his ear, your warm breath making him break out in goosebumps as you tell him to just relax and let you love on him.

-----

The antidote to Bob’s awful overthinking, as it turns out, is your care and praise.

As far as first dates go, this is the one where Bob learns something new about his own sexuality. He learns, thanks to you, that he has a praise kink, because your hands and mouth and body on his feels amazing, but it’s your words that make him hard.

Loving on him means you touch him everywhere. You kiss him everywhere. You stroke him, press your soft lips to him, lick against parts of him until he feels like he’s on fire in a way that is completely different than his panic attack. You kiss every inch of his face and neck. You trail your mouth over his shoulders and collarbones, across every bit of his chest and belly, and you praise him whenever your mouth isn’t otherwise occupied.

Look at you, Bobby. Hiding this body away under that uniform.

You praise his arms, the muscles of his chest and abs. You praise his shoulders and back, the smattering of chest hair, the trail of hair that leads down and disappears under the waistband of his boxers, and you glance up at him, the question in your eyes as you toy with the elastic.

“Can I?” you ask, and Bob nods, swallows hard, and you go lower, you push his boxers down and his cock is there, hard from your honied words.

“Holy shit,” you blurt out. “Bob, are you for real with this?”

It probably seems like a cliché, like the pretty girl in a movie who somehow never realized she was pretty, but Bob has never really considered his size. He’s been around plenty of other penises through the course of his career, but he’s never exactly eyed up other men and measured himself against them. The handful of women he’s slept with never said anything so he assumed he was average, but you praise him here too—you tell him he has a beautiful cock, and Bob blushes at the compliment. He’d never call it beautiful, but when you wrap your palm around his shaft and grip him gently, he’d agree to any adjective you might offer, so long as you never let him go.

This feels too easy too, but the panic never claws at Bob’s throat again. You’ve chosen him, you’ve made it a sure thing for him, and you’ve cut through his awkward moment of near-flight to get him to this: your body stretched alongside his, your breasts pressed against his arm, your hand working against his cock while you whisper praise in his ear.

And every time doubt starts to creep in—he should be touching you too, he should be making you feel good too—you hush him, you still his mouth by kissing him, and you tell him that he has all the time in the world for touching you, but he should let you take care of him now.

His orgasm creeps up in fits and starts, and it seems to ratchet closer with each bit of praise you lavish on him, more so than each movement of your hand working against his cock.

“I want you to come for me, Bobby,” you whisper against his neck. You kiss his pulse point, a plush, open-mouth kiss that makes him shiver as you grip him tighter, work a faster rhythm with your hand. “Come for me like a good boy.”

He wants to be good for you; he wants to do as you say. Some not-so-small part of him craves your approval, and maybe the two of you will play around with that sort of dynamic in the future, but for now, he just wants to obey you. He wants to do his part to salvage the night he thinks he almost ruined, so he breathes in time to your strokes, focuses on every sensation—the softness of your breasts pressed against him, your wet, hot mouth kissing him, the light scent of your perfume. The tension in his belly is a coil, and it tightens and tightens until it snaps, and his hips stutter against your grasping hand. He gasps out your name, warns you, and then a beat later, he comes. He spills over your hand, thick ropes of cum coating your fingers and wrist, spilling over onto his belly.

“Just like that, baby.” You kiss his panting mouth, and he feels the curve of your lips as you give a pleased smile. “It’s that simple.”

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