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im-just-a-mississippi-girl · 1 year

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I Still Get Jealous

Pairing: Nick Jackson x wife!reader

Category: Fluff/Light Angst

Word count: 4,023

Summary: When a wrestler has a crush on you, your husband makes sure to show you extra affection when the other man is in the room.

Warnings: Swearing

Requested by: rihannaproctor14 on Wattpad

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This was, what felt like the tenth time today, that your husband gave you kisses all over your face. Normally, you didn't mind but this was getting a bit too much.

You had no idea what was making Nick spontaneously show you all this extra affection, you loved it but you also didn’t like the looks some people were giving you.

You worked in the wardrobe department and had a hand in the merch shirts that went up on the website.

Brandi was the one who found out about you several years back after seeing some of your work floating around Ring of Honor. She was impressed with your creativity and showed Cody, Kenny, Matt, and Nick how talented you were. The men agreed, knowing they would definitely need someone with your creativity and skill set when AEW got up and running so they had Brandi contact you with an offer — clearly you accepted and, as they say, the rest is history.

Over the years, you got to know the EVPs well — Nick in particular. The two of you hit it off immediately, like you had known each other your whole lives. About four months later, Nick asked you to be his girlfriend and two years later, you were Mrs. Nick Jackson.

You were currently working on a new shirt design for Top Flight. You had just finished it and wanted to get the Martin brother’s opinions.

You headed out of the wardrobe room and down the hall towards the locker rooms. You were too excited about this design to notice The Elite just up ahead and the boys were too caught up in their conversation about who knows what to see you coming. You collided with one of them and thankfully he kept you from falling. “Sorry! I just—” You started to apologize when you looked up seeing it was none other than your husband you ran into. You chuckled, shaking your head. “Thanks for catching me babe.” You stood on your tip toes and gave him a peck on the cheek.

“Where are you in a hurry to?” Nick asked, until he noticed your iPad in your hands. “You got a new design for us?” He tried to sneak a peak at your iPad.

You shook your head, grinning. “Nope, not today. I have something I need Dante and Darius to look at. If they like it, it just might be their new shirt design.” You beamed, proud of your work. You flipped your iPad around and showed off the design to the guys. “What do you think?” You asked, genuinely wanting their opinions.

Nick tensed up at the mention of the older Martin brother’s name. He did his best to play it cool so no one would catch him and try to put the pieces together.

Matt, Kenny, and Brandon loved the design. They all told you how good you did and joked that you should make theirs look ten times better. The four of you laughed and that’s when you noticed Nick was being awfully quiet.

You looked over at him and noticed his jaw clenched and that he was off in his own world. You weren’t sure what caused this reaction but you were going to find out.

You subtly tugged on Nick’s arm in attempts to get his attention. After a particularly hard tug, he snapped out of his thoughts. “You okay Nick?” He knew were concerned when you called him Nick. You always called him some cute nickname, even when you called him Nicholas he knew you were teasing him unless you were upset with him.

“Huh? Oh yeah. Yeah. I’m okay sweetheart.” Nick placed a kiss to your temple. You weren’t fully convinced but let it be as you gave him a soft kiss to his lips, rubbing his cheek with your thumb.

You hated to leave Nick like this but you had to go find Top Flight before the show started. “I gotta get going guys. I’ll catch you later!” You exclaimed as you hurried off down the hall.

You finally made your way to the men’s locker room. Luckily, you caught Ricky about to enter the locker room. “Hey Ricky! Can you do me a favor and tell Dante and Darius I want to show them a design for their shirt?” You asked, the always well dressed man.

Ricky agreed and shortly after out came the Martin brothers. “Ricky said you wanted to see us about a shirt design.” Dante said, glancing at your iPad in your arms. “You have one done already? We weren’t expecting one until next week.” The younger of the two looks at you, impressed you were so quick.

“Yeah I know but I got this idea the other day and I just had to get drawn up. Nick wasn’t too thrilled because I didn’t get in the bed until one in the morning that night.” You shrugged. You couldn’t help but notice Darius was being quiet, much like how Nick was earlier. Thankfully, Darius didn’t look stone-faced like Nick had. “You wanna see it?” You eyed each brother and they both nodded, Dante more excited than Darius.

You flipped your iPad around and passed it over to Dante. You gave the two boys a chance to look it over. You saw how they lit up as they took in your art work. “This is so damn good! A lot better than what we had pictured, right Darius?” Dante nudged his brother and Darius subtly shook his head.

You observed Darius a few moments longer before he finally spoke. You couldn’t help but get the feeling something had him distracted — little did you know you were the distraction.

“What? Oh yeah, yeah. It’s a million times better than our shitty idea.” Darius finally answered. You raised an eyebrow at Darius’s behavior, but didn’t question him. You figured he was thinking about their tag match later on with The Elite.

You had a busy couple hours ahead of you so told the guys you would have a shirt ready for them to look at in the next few days and politely excused yourself.

Back at your station in the wardrobe room, you got to work putting together an outfit for Renee when you heard a light knock on the door. You turned around to find your husband standing there admiring you working away. “Hey handsome. Finally going to let me style you for once?” You teased, smiling and knowing he and Matt actually enjoyed dressing in those wild clothes. You slid your arms around his neck once he was in front you. “Gimme a kiss. I’ve been missing those lips.” You grinned. Nick didn’t have to be told twice as he leaned down and kissed you with intensity that you weren’t quite expecting given that you were at work, but you were not about to complain but rather return the intense kiss.

You the two of you were too caught up in your own little world to realize that Darius had stopped at the door to ask you a question about his outfit for a backstage segment next week.

Darius knew his crush on you wouldn’t and couldn’t go any further than a crush, you were a married woman for heaven sakes! He would never try to ruin anyone’s relationship or marriage just because of a crush. He still held out hope that his crush on you would fade and he would move on to someone else but this crush had been going strong for months now. He was thankful that only Dante knew about it. Little did Darius know, Nick had learned about the crush a couple days ago.

Nick had over heard the Martin brothers chatting quietly in catering as he passed by their table but froze when he heard your name leave the older Martin’s lips. He took a seat at the nearest table within earshot, eavesdropping on the conversation. His initial reason was to make sure that the young boys weren’t bad mouthing you because no one bad mouthed Nick Jackson’s wife without confrontation.

The more Nick listened the more he put the hushed whispers together — Darius Martin had a crush on you. Nick felt a few different emotions run through him — pride, anger, and jealousy.

Nick knew it was silly to let Darius’s little crush get him all worked up but he couldn’t help it. Nick was very protective of you and even though you married him and live the happiest life possible together, he still got jealous when guys would look at you a little too long or attempt to flirt with you despite you always telling the guy that you were happily married.

Darius decided against making his presence known to the pair of you and slinked away back to the locker room to prep for his match.

As the show started, you had people running in and out of your station for various reasons.

Currently you were making quick work of sowing up a rip on the bottom of Britt Baker’s pants. You listened as Britt, Rebel, and Jamie talked about their upcoming segment that would take place out in the ring.

Once the trio left, you were all alone so you decided to do some more work on some designs. You figured that since you had Top Flight’s design ready to go that you would work on something new for Hook.

As you got to work you soon realized some of the things you needed had gotten put on the top shelf next to the small table you were working at. You sighed and got up, taking the four steps to the shelves on the wall. You looked up and sure enough, there it was — the box you needed containing an assortment of materials necessary for your project.

You stood on your tip toes, stretching to reach the box on the top shelf in the room that the wardrobe department was set up in. You didn’t know who put that box up there but you were internally cursing them. You could just barely get your fingertips on it. Looking around you spotted a chair, one without wheels on the bottom. You crossed the short distance of the room to grab the chair, once you had it where you needed you climbed up and started to grab the box when the door opened. “Hey wait! Let me get it for you.” You heard the familiar voice of Darius Martin, his footsteps grew louder as he got closer to you. He offered you his hand and helped you down off the chair.

“Thanks Darius.” You were grateful he showed up when he did, turns out that box was heavier than you had thought by the sound the box made when Darius sat it down on the nearby table. “Thanks again. I’m not sure what I would have done when I found out the box was that heavy.” You state.

“It’s no problem. I’m always happy to help you.” Darius spoke, looking everywhere but at you in a desperate attempt to hide the fact that you made him feel nervous, plus he could feel the heat rush upon his cheeks.

You noticed how Darius didn't look you in the eye and you remembered how earlier he seemed off in his own little world. You’ve never really worked with him too much before the last four months, so you weren’t sure if this was just how he was or if something was going on. It couldn’t hurt to ask.

You opened your mouth to speak but before you could, Nick swiftly entered the room. Nick kept a watchful eye on Darius as he made his way to you, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your forehead. When Nick moved back just a little you saw Darius’s expression, a crestfallen look on his face. You were trying to put the pieces together about Darius’s behavior but at the moment you were confused.

“You’ll come watch me tonight right? I can’t win without my lucky charm.” Nick grinned at you accompanied by a wink. You couldn’t help but smile at his little flirty ways.

“Of course I’ll be there, but first I have some work I need to get done.” You informed him, gesturing to the table of your scattered papers and the box Darius helped retrieve for you moments ago.

“Can’t you do that later baby? I miss you.” Nick pouts in attempts to guilt trip you.

You shake your head and usher him out of the room. As you do so, Nick grabbed Darius’s arm and pulled him out the door with him. You noticed what Nick had done but didn’t think too much of it.

Once outside in the hallway, Nick kept his hand on Darius’s arm as he spoke to the young man. “I know about your little crush on my wife.” Nick watched as the color drained from Darius’s face.

The oldest Martin was in shock. How did he know? He was sure he never said anything about it when others were around. He could have sworn Dante was the only one that knew. He tried thinking back to all times recently talked about you to his brother and that’s when it hit him — that day in catering a couple days ago. Darius realized he and his brother must not have seen Nick walking past them and overhearing the conversation. “Oh, shit.”

“Oh, shit is right. Look, you’re a good kid and what I heard you say about her wasn’t disrespectful so I’ll go easy on you tonight.” Nick spoke in low, serious tone.

Darius gulped and nodded, he hadn’t seen Nick this serious before and he didn’t want to see it again. “I- I just-” Darius paused, collecting his thoughts before speaking again. “I feel terrible about having a crush on a married woman. I swear I would never do anything to ruin anyone’s marriage.” Darius looked Nick in the eyes, sincerity written on the young man’s face.

Nick looked the older Martin’s face over, no trace of deceit was found. Nick nodded, satisfied with the answer. “Just know if I catch you thinking anything bad or inappropriate about my wife, I’ll do more than confront you.” Darius knew what Nick was implying and nodded, quickly turning and heading towards catering.

You had spent majority of the show in wardrobe working on your designs for new merch shirts as well as piecing together outfits for upcoming interviews and segments up until you heard a soft knock on the door. “It’s almost time for my match sweetheart. You said you’d be there to watch.” Your husband reminds you as he makes his way across the room and over to you.

He knows how you can get caught up on creating different things and forget what you had to do later or forget to eat or drink until he comes along to remind you, bringing you some water and a snack. You were always appreciative and grateful to have Nick looking out for you, especially when you got zoned in to your work.

“Oh, shit. You’re right. Just let me finish this—” You felt your husbands strong yet gentle hands wrap around your wrists to stop you. You obeyed his silent command and dropped your pen and materials on the table, letting Nick gently pull you up and away from the table.

You noticed he was dressed in his gear, no doubt about to head to the stage entrance with Matt, Kenny, and Brandon. Speaking of, you didn’t see or hear them. “Come on. Let’s get you to the best seat in the house.”

You gave Nick a questioning look, eyebrow raised in confusion. “I thought I was going to watch on the monitor like usual?”

“Yeah, but I had a better idea — you get a front row seat. Security will escort you out there.” Nick pressed his lips to your temple and slipped his hand in yours. “We better get going.”

Like Nick said, security escorted you to your front row seat. From there, you watched the current match come to a close and soon after Top Flight and AR Fox made their entrance. You cheered for the trio, they were your friends after all. You saw the look of shock mixed with confusion on Darius’s face as he spotted you amongst the front row crowd. You gave him a friendly wave as passed by to slip into the ring. So many questions ran through the young man’s head. What’s going on? Was Nick planning something by having you out here? Is this some kind of mind game?

As soon as the lights went down and Carry On, Wayward Son blared through the speakers around the arena, you jumped up out of your chair, cheering loudly for not just your husband but your brother-in-law and best friends. The Elite did their pose at the top of the stage as Brandon hyped them up. Once they made their way down to the ring, Nick stopped in front of you to place a big smooch on your lips after making sure Darius was looking.

The match began and you cheered for all of them, but clearly the loudest for Nick. You couldn’t help but observe Nick being a little harsher on Darius, you thought that maybe Nick just didn’t realize how rough he was being, it didn’t look like Darius was hurt so you let it slide.

At one point when the pace and urgency had picked up, Nick had thrown Darius over the ropes and onto the floor in front of you. Nick launched himself over the top rope, diving onto Darius and popping up full of adrenaline. Nick quickly and swiftly kissed your cheek before going back to work on Darius while Kenny had AR Fox in the ring and Matt dove onto Dante on the opposite side of the ring form you.

It wasn’t long after that until Kenny pinned AR Fox, thus The Elite retaining their trios titles. You cheered, beyond proud of those men and thrilled with their performance.

Kenny closed the show out with a little speech like he sometimes does and in the meantime, Nick had passed his title over to Matt as Nick exited the ring, stopping in front of you once more. He leaned over the barricade to make sure you could hear him over Kenny and the crowd. “Wanna come up there with me?”

You felt like a fangirl that had been singled out by her favorite celebrity. You always found it sweet that despite after all these years, Nick could still make you feel like a teenager with the butterflies you felt in your stomach.

You nodded, grinning from ear to ear. That’s all Nick needed before effortlessly lifting you over the barricade and helping you into the ring, parting the ropes for you. Nick was always such a sweet gentleman — well, until he was having his way with you.

When the show was officially over, you followed behind The Elite with Brandon until Nick fell in step with you and slung his arm over your shoulders. He was obviously sweaty but honestly you didn’t mind because that meant shower time with your husband.

After gathering up your belongings, you headed to catering for a snack and some water before heading to the hotel. It was surprisingly quiet in catering, only you and some of the arena’s staff. As you picked out your snack, you heard footsteps as someone entered the room.

You looked up seeing Darius standing in the doorway with his hands in his pockets and his eyes on the floor. “Hey Darius!” You beamed, you always enjoyed his company. “You did great out there! Don’t tell the guys, but I think if you, Dante, and AR keep at it, those trios belts could be going home with you one day.” You said, half teasing and half being honest.

Darius forced a smile at your words, just another thing he liked about you. “Thanks.” He took a deep breathe which grabbed your attention. You stopped filling your plate with fruit and turned to face the young man, giving him your full attention. “I need to tell you something.” He finally spoke before he lost the courage.

You nodded, gesturing for him to continue. You could tell this was weighing on his mind and he needed to say it before it ate him up.

“I— I have a crush on you.” Darius couldn’t look at you when he confessed, too embarrassed and ashamed of himself for having a crush on a married woman. “I promise I wont try to ruin what you and Nick have. I just had to tell you, it’s been going on for a couple of months. I thought it would go away but no such luck.” He hung his head in shame and guilt.

“Hey, don’t feel bad about it. It might sound weird but I’m actually flattered. I’ve gotten a good idea over the past several months of what kind of man you are and I know you wouldn’t do anything intentionally. It can stay between us if that makes you feel any better.” You offered, remembering how you felt having been in similar shoes as Darius.

“I already know.” You both jumped at hearing Nick’s voice. Nick had come looking for you when you took longer than usual to grab a snack and water. He had slipped in when Darius was confessing his crush on you.

You looked between the two men, processing and putting the pieces together.

That’s when everything clicked. Nick’s reaction when you mentioned Darius’s name earlier, Darius’s behavior when you showed him and Dante this shirt design, the way Nick would always kiss you whenever Darius was around, the way Darius got shy when helped you with that box earlier, why Nick wanted you to sit front row for the trios match.

“Oh. Well, then I suppose we’re all good?” You questioned the two men. You didn’t want any tension between them, especially because if you.

“Yeah, we’re good, right?” Darius looked a Nick a little unsure given that Nick didn’t go as easy on him as said he would, but then again maybe he did, he wasn’t sure.

Nick nodded. “Yeah, we’re good man. Just remember what I said earlier.” Nick warns, referring to their conversation in the hallway prior to their match.

You were confused on what this conversation was about and you were going ask Nick later. You didn’t like the idea of Nick threatening the poor boy.

“I’ll never forget it, trust me.” Darius grabbed a water and headed out the door.

“Alright spill. This conversation you two had, you didn’t threaten him did you?” You asked, turning to your husband with a hand on your hip. You knew how protective Nick was, and you remembered a couple fights he got into because of a comment that was made about you, despite your protests and wanting him to let it go.

“Oh, come on sweetheart, do you really think I’d threaten him?” Nick asked, eyebrow raised and pretending to be clueless.

“Absolutely. But you know what, as long as you let him be, I’ll let it slide.” You lean up and peck his lips before stepping back and picking up your plate of fruit and water. “I’m ready to go to bed.”

“It’ll be a minute before that happens.” Nick tells you with a mischievous look in his eye causing you to give him a look. “I may or may not have stolen one of Matt’s shoes.” He grins, lifting up Matt’s shoe from behind his back.

You both laugh and take a seat at the nearest table. You knew this would last for at least an hour before Nick returned Matt’s shoe.

“I love you, babe. Don’t ever change.” You chuckled, reaching over and feeding him a piece of fruit.

“I love you way more, sweetheart.” The love and admiration was evident in his eyes as he leaned over the table for a one more kiss.

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The Fear of Falling in Love

// Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 //

A Kenny Omega Short Fic

**EDITED 31/08/22**

Pairing: Kenny Omega x Female Reader

Summary: You’re a family friend of The Young Bucks who, like Matt and Nick, also became obsessed with wrestling from a young age. During Kenny’s absence from screen you were sourced into AEW by the Bucks and brought into the Undisputed Elite faction. Following the recent fall out between Adam Cole/reDragon and the Bucks over the upcoming Trios tournament you finally get to meet the great Kenny Omega. You eventually become locked into a storyline that starts out fun and harmless but soon turns sour at the prospect of real feelings being hurt and relationships tarnished.

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Warnings: swearing, lil’ mentions of smutty stuff, hint of crack ship kenny x eddie?

Word count: 3.4K

A/N: Seriously I’d like to think that the majority of the roster would fuck Kenny Omega, because how could you not? 😂 Also I know Adam Cole is currently off injured and most likely won’t return till All Out (maybe to start shit with the Elite) but let’s all just pretend that our BayBay is okay. Also soft!Ken w/glasses is making me so emotional.

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Cori “The Alpha” Dacre is Y/N

Following Wednesday’s match, Kenny was better than ever. Sure, he was sore and suffering for it the next morning, but he wouldn’t once complain about it to anyone. Although people could see it on his face whenever he went to stand up or move everyone knew he’d never admit it if you asked him.

The next morning also bore a social media shitstorm following the episode that aired.

You woke up earlier than usual due to the incessant pinging of your phone, which was a result of your Twitter blowing up, something which didn’t happen to you often. Confused and still half asleep you manage to pull up the tweets of numerous wrestling fans tagging you in however many posts regarding you and Kenny last night. Some belonged to wrestling news companies a few of which you recognised, some were dirt sheet accounts and even some of the bigger journalists had also retweeted. Then there was the cringy, TMZ-style accounts that liked to use clickbait titles.

You read a few of the headlines, your nose scrunched up in disgust.

“ALPHA IN BED WITH THE CLEANER?!?”

“CORI AND KENNY, TAKING AEW AS THE NEW POWER COUPLE!”

The big kicker of it all was a photo of the two of you walking up the ramp together, Kenny’s face turned away and buried in your hair, which you clearly remember was the point where he’d reassured you that he was alright following the match.

Innocent enough, but from the photographer’s angle it looks as though Kenny is kissing you on the head. The perception is twisted enough that it looks like a caring embrace between you both, rather than the reality, the truth, of you acting as a human crutch for him. You groan inwardly and slam the phone down on the bed, already feeling a headache coming on from what the long day will bring.

At this point there’s no use trying to go back to sleep and so you drag your fed up, already-over-it ass out of bed and into the shower.

By the time you’ve showered and exited the bathroom the news has spread throughout the AEW roster, with some even going so far as to like or even retweet some of the posts.

Sure there are a few funny tweets, but the one which really caught your eye came from Britt Baker. She had retweeted the post about you and Kenny becoming AEW’s new power couple with some rolling eye emojis. You noticed that Adam Cole had also been tagged in this.

Fuck.

You knew that following the return of Kenny, Adam Cole was due to come sniffing around, ready to start a faction feud. You were also supposed to be going into your newest, long awaited feud with the one and only DMD. As you were pleasant with Britt for the most part offscreen, you knew that this tweet was merely a tactic to build up some hype.

An unknown number pops up at the top of your screen, attempting to call as you contemplate on whether having a mini meltdown would make you feel better.

Answering the call, you apprehensively wait for a voice at the other end.

“I guess you’ve seen Twitter?” Kenny’s smooth voice came through on the line, making you fumble and nearly drop the damn phone.

You laugh nervously, unsure what he’s doing calling you about it. He mustn't be happy if he’s managed to get your number just to speak to you about it this early. “I have, unfortunately.” You reply.

“Unfortunately? I think it’s great.” He chuckles, his humoured laugh seeming content and not at all disgusted. You’re surprised at his reaction, still unsure whether he’s joking.

“You do?”

“Look at it this way. I want more matches leading up to All Out so I can be on my top game for the event. My next one isn’t for another 2 weeks, which I can’t say I’m best pleased about. I suggest we have some fun with this and maybe we can...wrestle together?” He trails off at the end, almost seeming to lose his bottle as he proposes the crazy plan to you. Does he think you’ll say no?

You remain silent on your end, still processing the proposal and trying to think logistically about how this was going to work. You already knew that you and Britt would be going head to head at All Out, following the past few weeks of you wrestling Jamie Hayter and Britt often gate-crashing your interviews, so it made sense.

With a shaky laugh you agree to go along with it, still not able to believe that this was genuinely happening. Considering you’d only woken up half an hour ago you’d hate to entertain the idea that this was just some twisted dream you were going to wake up from.

Kenny’s excitement seems palpable through the phone.

“Great! Save my number, I’m going to call Tony and give him the run down of this new angle. Speak to you later, doll.” He ends the call before you have a chance to reply.

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Having gotten dressed, you venture downstairs to source food. You’ve grown a decent appetite after last night and having woken up earlier than usual this morning you’re practically drooling by the time the scent of hot food hits your nose. You hadn’t bothered to message anyone to see if they would join you, somehow feeling like the last thing you needed was to draw more attention to yourself.

That doesn’t stop people from approaching you however. As you line up to get your coffee, a dire need and the first thing you want to pass your lips, someone begins singing the playground song of “Kenny and Cori sitting in a tree-” behind you.

Although it doesn’t sound quite how you remember it as the lyrics finish off spelling “F-U-C-K-I-N-G”.

You turn on the spot to find Eddie giving you a devilish grin, holding his own coffee as he pokes fun at your expense.

“Ed?” You bat your eyelashes at him.

“Yeah princess?” He replies, ruffling your hair affectionately with one of his big paw-like hands. Without further notice you stick your middle finger in his face. “Hey, watch yourself sweetheart, I’ll bite that off.” He jokes, giving you a nudge with his elbow.

Eddie was like a large, often angry, older brother to you. He was rough on the edges and soft on the inside, which you didn’t see come out often except for when the people nearest to him got hurt or upset. You now liked to compare him to the British chef Gordon Ramsay, much to his dislike, after having binge-watched a lot of Kitchen Nightmares.

“Give it a rest Ed, I woke up to my Twitter looking like a car crash. Did you know I’ve already had over ten DM’s just from this morning from various men and women claiming Kenny to be their husband? They’re threatening to come and lynch me at the next show for ‘stealing their man’. Like, what the fuck!” You sigh heavily, sipping your coffee as the two of you step aside to allow other people queuing to get their preferred hot drink.

“Omega’s a sought after man. I know people in the locker room that would go for a ride on that guy.” He mentions nonchalantly. His harmless comment sets you on edge at the thought. You shouldn’t have cared, since there wasn’t anything going on between you both.

And yet...It annoyed you.

“How pleasant.” You remark, unable to stop the tone from sounding bitter. Eddie wheezes with laughter, rubbing the space between your shoulder blades in a comforting gesture.

“All I’m gonna say is if I was a dude who liked dudes...I would too.”

With that, Eddie leaves you to enjoy, or rather sulk, over your coffee alone.

As soon as you find a seat that’s out of the way, hugging the edge of the room so as not to be easily spotted, two chairs are being pulled up in front of you. Matt and Nick plop themselves down, arms folded and looking like a pair of Siamese cats, with grins a mile wide.

“Not now guys. It’s only 8:30!” You whine, rubbing your temples as the threat of a headache begins.

Matt begins first. “We’re not here to tease or poke fun, just to ask you honestly-”

You slam your hands down on the table, interrupting him, your patience having finally worn thin. “NO! Kenny and I have not fucked and we’re not secretly dating. We didn’t plan for this to happen but now it is happening and it’s going to be part of a storyline with Britt and Adam!” With an exhausted sigh you plant your head on the table in front of you with a dull thud, feeling frustrated and tense.

The Bucks don’t say anything more, seemingly embarrassed that they were the one’s to break you.

“Sorry Y/N.” Matt apologises, Nick nodding along. The two of them take one of your hands each, waiting for you to lift your head and look at them. They both wear sheepish smiles, hoping that you won’t remain too mad at them for long. It’s impossible to do so and you can’t help but match them with a smile of your own.

Your phone pings noisily beside you and you glance over the screen as it lights up. It’s Kenny.

K: Hey, you free? x

You curse yourself for getting a little giddy about the ‘x’ at the end. You send them platonically to Ethan all the time, so it’s not that big of a deal.

Removing your hands from Matt and Nick’s you pick the mobile up and chew on your bottom lip as you re-read his text, debating whether it was worth lying and making up some weak excuse. You decide against it, not wanting to be dishonest with him.

C: Hi! I’m not doing anything right now, what’s up? x

You’d thought long and hard about whether to put the ‘x’ back, but again had to argue with yourself that this meant nothing, it was just friendly intentions. Placing your phone back down you look back at the Jackson’s.

Matt nods in the direction of your phone. “What’s Kenny want?”

Rolling your eyes you turn the phone over so the screen is face down. “Stop reading my texts dude.”

Matt laughs, with Nick scoffing.

“You think we don’t know when you’re texting a guy you like? You do this weird face where you look like you’re trying to figure out a really hard puzzle.” Nick imitates the face, making you cringe inwardly.

“Do I?” You groan, hating how awful your poker face was. Matt snaps his fingers and points at you, whilst Nick slaps his brother’s arm, his eyebrows wiggling.

“So you admit it then? You do like him.”

This time it was your turn to scoff at them both, folding your arms across your chest defensively.

“I didn’t admit shit and you know it. Stop trying to put words in my mouth. I knew you were trying to sabotage me yesterday morning when you completely blindsided me and let me make a dick of myself in front of him!”

“Whatever, that’s by the by.” Nick waves it off like their confession was irrelevant to the conversation, “We know you’re crushing on him, Y/N. It’s not like you’ve idolised him for the past six years or anything.”

Heat rushes to your cheeks as you recall all the times you would ramble to the Bucks about their friend and how you admired him. You only ever meant as a wrestler and had never said anything to them about having feelings for him. Yet it was still that obvious?

You thought he was attractive and alright, sometimes on a night you wondered how he would feel between your legs rather than just your lonely hand. Occasionally you’d say his name when you finally hit that sensual high, but it had only ever been a whisper into a dark, empty room.

The lustful thoughts that cloud your head eventually clear when the sound of your phone pinging cuts through like a knife. Throwing the brothers a glare as they smirk at you, you pick the phone up and read the message.

K: Come to the gym and dress appropriate. Or dress inappropriate if you like. See you in 10 x

From the way your brain conjures up the dirtiest thoughts after reading that text you realise that you are well and truly doomed.

No good can come from this.

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As you head through the front doors of the nearby gym, the one that Kenny had text you the address for, you start to wonder if you should just bail and text him with some last minute reason.

Your conversation with the Bucks had left you unravelled, debating and arguing with yourself as you had hurriedly gotten change into some gym attire, telling yourself that this whole thing was a mistake.

Your Twitter was still a hot bed of activity, so much so that you’d decided to mute the app entirely, refusing to get any more invasive notifications come through.

Scanning the room you note that there’s not many people around, with one bored receptionist and a PT helping some guy on the far left. To the right was a full size ring, something which you hadn’t expected, predicting this to be a standard gym full of the usual equipment.

As you go to turn back, hoping to leave before you text Kenny to say you can’t make it, a voice calls out to you.

“There’s my beautiful partner.” Kenny announces rather proudly, sauntering over to you, his curls half-tied in a bun and wearing a black stretch shirt that hugs every inch of him. His words send butterflies scattering in your stomach.

“Partner?” You echo dumbly, your brain trying to play catch up.

Kenny’s eyes narrow slightly as he scrutinises your face. His cheerful demeanour is gone as he searches your eyes for answers to his unspoken questions. “Is something wrong?” He eventually queries aloud.

God, were you really that much of an open book?

Shaking your head you force a smile, deferring from his question as you ask one of your own.

“Why are we here?”

Kenny lights up with insurmountable giddiness, his serious attitude disappearing.

“To wrestle. I should’ve told you beforehand but when I spoke to Tony he was all for this...thing we’re doing.” When he pauses he gestures between the two of you, almost as though he wanted to say something else. “So he’s officially announced on Twitter that this Friday it’s gonna be me and you against Adam and Britt.”

You suddenly regretted muting your Twitter. At the same time, you knew that this announcement would’ve probably caused your phone to burst into flames from the sheer amount of notifications that were no doubt piling up whilst the two of you spoke.

“But that’s tomorrow!” You cry out, suddenly realising how little time there was to get ready.

“Which is why we need to get in there.” Kenny points to the ring you’d been eyeing up only moments ago.

The idea of bailing is no longer a notion in your head to consider. You’re in work mode now and the pressure of having to orchestrate a match for tomorrow evening is filling you with much needed energy. You can feel the itch to get in the ring swell inside of you.

The two of you enter the ring, ready to warm up. You unashamedly strip your hoodie off in front of him, a loose vest hidden underneath that mostly covers your sports bra. You’re not actively trying to flirt, but you can’t help but feel a little smug when his eyes do a double take and give you a once over from head to toe.

The two of you stretch in silence, helping to ease the muscles before what you were sure was going to be a strenuous day.

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The two of you broke up your session for some lunch, with your stomach crying out for the first thing you could manage to put in it. In your haste to meet up with Kenny you’d forgotten to get breakfast as planned and now you were paying dearly for it.

That’s not to say that you weren’t satisfied.

This morning had been effective, with you both bouncing ideas off each other. You had become so engrossed in getting this right that you’d barely registered all the times Kenny had come into contact with your body, which gave you a bit more hope that pulling off this ‘fake lovers’ angle wouldn’t be too excruciating for you.

You head down the road to a nearby pop up food shop, where you order a hot sandwich in a freshly cooked half baguette along with fries, with Kenny ordering the same, seemingly envious of your order.

Together you sit down in a booth by the window and you both demolish your meals in a matter of minutes, taking a rest afterwards as you sip your drinks. You take this moment to open Twitter. When you see Tony’s official announcement at the top of your timeline you can’t help let out a snort of laughter. Kenny looks up from his phone, curious and entertained by your uncouth outburst.

“The ‘It’ couple versus The Elite couple?” You laugh, showing him the tweet and match graphic below it. Kenny let’s out a chuckle as you hold the phone out for him.

“Shit, I haven’t got my glasses on. One sec.” He fumbles about in his hoodie pocket, pulling a neat little pair of reading glasses out and popping them on. You take a second to admire how normal he looks, in the nicest way possible.

He seems to be the most relaxed you’ve seen him yet, no worry lines creasing his forehead as he amusedly reads the tweet for himself. His glasses frame those startling cerulean eyes that you constantly find yourself staring at and you notice the little wrinkles at the corner that appear when he smiles.

“Well we are The Elite. You can’t knock him for trying.” Kenny replies, popping the glasses on top of his head now he’s finished with them. You find it a shame, loving how dorkier they make him than he already is.

“How come you don’t wear those often?” You ask.

He pulls a face at them. “I think they make me look weird...” He then corrects himself, “Well, weirder than I already am.”

“How are you weird? You’re Kenny Omega for crying out loud, you could tweet about the strangest, most obscure thing and I’d bet a hundred bucks that at least half your following would thirst post over how random you are.”

Your comment pulls a genuine, booming laugh from him, his cheeks tinged pink with faint embarrassment.

“I’ll take you on that bet.” He challenges you, pulling his phone out and typing something, his thumbs moving furiously over the keyboard. Once he’s finished you check your own mobile, refreshing your Twitter feed and nearly choking on your Sprite as you read his tweet. It’s a wild ride from start to finish.

Many people seem to share the same confusion, with Matt even going so far as to tag you and ask why you had left him unsupervised for this long. Nick tweets that Kenny needs to get help.

“How’d I do?” Kenny asks proudly.

Sure enough, when you scroll further through you see a worrying number of fans horny posting in his replies.

“Nailed it.” You sigh, digging around in your pockets for some cash. Kenny leans over and rests a hand on your arm.

“Don’t even think about giving me any cash.” He tells you sternly, asserting a dominant tone in his voice that makes your legs clench together.

“But you won the bet-”

“How about you agree to have dinner with me instead?” He offers, cutting you off before you can protest any further, something you certainly would have done had he let you.

Unable to refuse his earnest expression and the way the corner of his mouth curls upwards into a soft smile, you agree to dinner. It wasn’t an offer to a date, which is why you had no issue saying yes, knowing that there was no risk in going for a harmless meal.

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I NEED this imagine written! I need something with Matt Jackson and F! Reader where one of them is about to get married and the other tries to stop it? Please please please??

Pairing: Matt Jackson x Female!Reader

Warnings: No warnings really, Fluff, Stopping a marriage.

Imagine Requests: Open!

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Your hands grew sweaty in your soon to be husbands hands as he gave you a caring smile. Your whole body was on fire underneath your white wedding dress. Was it hot? It had to be hot? Your feet ached in the heels, your back hurt everything seemed to be rushing you at once.

Looking out into the audience that was now sitting and taking photos of you and your about to be husband your eyes gazed across the people, trying to find your best friend, Matt Jackson. "Y/N?"

"Huh?" Your attention snapped towards the priest who had his eyebrows arched.

"Do you take Y/H/N, here as your husband?"

You looked back at the man you've been with for years, soon your mouth becoming dry and tongue swollen. You didn't belong here, not with him. "I-"

The slamming of doors opening made everyone gasp and you even jumped. "I object!"

"M- Matt?" You whispered seeing Matt rushing down the isle in a black suit along with his younger brother, Nick following. "Y/N, please, don't marry this clown." The whole family of the grooms gasped only for you to giggle softly. "Y/N, you belong with me and I'm a fool for not saying anything sooner. I'm sorry I ran that night we told each other our feelings. I'm sorry for everything, please, I need you by my side, Y/N."

Staring at Matt with wide eyes, you felt your hands being gripped and made you look towards your fiancé. "Y/N?" He whispered.

Looking at your lover you gave him a shy smile. "Sorry." You let go of his hand, grabbing the bottom of your long wedding dress and rushing down the small steps towards Matt.

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First Kiss Under the Mistletoe 💋

Christmas Writing Prompt: #1 Word Count: 623 Divider by: @benkeibear GIF by: @adamjf Be sure to check out @madhatterbri’s [full list] of Christmas/New Year writing prompts!

100% fluff, no disclaimers or wanrings!

Side note...can you believe I actually wrote something about a different wrestler other than Christian Cage?! I gotta admit it was a lot of fun! Nick is my original favorite btw...I mean, just look at him 😍

You and Nick Jackson share a special moment under the mistletoe...

The hustle and bustle of the day finally started to calm down once most of the guests started leaving the Christmas party. It was only the second time you had been around Nick’s family since the two of you started dating, and you were excited to take that next step in your relationship. You and Nick were alone in the kitchen on dish washing duty, sharing laughs and smiles until the last dish was towel dried. “Thanks for helping me with these Y/N! My mom hates putting her nice dishes in the dishwasher. Matt usually helps me, but I’m glad it was you this time instead.” Nick said affectionately. “No problem! I’m happy to help. Your parents went through a lot of trouble tonight for everyone, they deserve a break.” You smiled.

After sitting and chatting with Nick’s parents and Matt and his wife, they all decided to call it a night and head to bed/home. “It’s getting late, we should probably head out too.” Nick suggested. Once you gathered your shoes and coats, you were about to walk out the front door when you remembered you had forgotten something. “We almost forgot the leftovers in the kitchen! They’re in the fridge.” you reminded Nick. He made his way to the kitchen, collecting all the containers before rejoining you in the living room where you stood waiting in the doorway. “I think that’s all of them. Looks like our next few meals are taken care of.” He joked. Alexa was still playing Christmas music quietly in the background and the lights on the tree casted a soft glow around the room. The way they seemed to sparkle in Nick’s blue eyes made your heart flutter and your knees go weak, but your adoring gaze was interrupted when Nick accidentally dropped a couple of the food containers. Thankfully nothing spilled!

When you stood up after grabbing the containers, Nick appeared to be nervous all of a sudden. “Are you okay?” you asked tenderly. He didn’t use words to respond, instead he shifted his eyes towards the ceiling, yours following suit. It didn’t dawn on you at first what he was looking at until you noticed the sprig of mistletoe hanging directly above you. Since you hadn’t been dating very long, you and Nick hadn’t had a first kiss yet. It was evident from the moment you and Nick met that there was an intense attraction to one another, but the “right time” to make that next move hadn’t occurred yet. Between being busy with AEW and Matt and others always around, getting time alone with Nick wasn’t easy. But here the two of you stood before one another, with nothing to interrupt you this time.

Nick cleared his throat as he sat the food containers down on a nearby table. “You know it’s bad luck to break tradition. I’d hate for us to be the ones to do that.” Nick pointed out. “Bad luck, huh? I don’t think we need any of that.” You teased. Nick closed the gap between you, cupping your cheek with his hand, pausing for a moment to take in the sight of you before gently pressing his lips to yours. Sparks flew the second your lips touched, causing you to smile against them. The kiss was everything you dreamed it would be and more. It ended all too soon, leaving your cheeks flushed and lips tingling. Nick rested his forehead on yours, stroking your cheek with his fingertips and grinning from ear to ear. “That was…” he trailed off. “Incredible?” you said quickly, finishing his sentence for him. “That’s an understatement, but it will do for now. Merry Christmas sweetheart.” He whispered against your lips before kissing you again.

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lancearcherinrippedjeans · 1 year

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Eternity - Chapter 9

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Is has been ALMOST A YEAR. WOW. So many of you have been waiting, here it is.

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Starring - Sawyer Holden, Veronica Rodriguez, Nova Jay, Kenny Omega, Adam Page, WARHORSE, The Young Bucks and many small appearances

Word Count - 6,076

Category - Angst, violence, small comedy bits, but this is a very "dark" chapter

Chapter 9/?

Summary - Full Gear has arrived. How will this rivalry end between Sawyer and Veronica? Their lives are about to change forever.

Warnings/Comments - There's so much violence and anger and NEGATIVITY in this chapter guys. Follow @adriii-omega

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ALLELITEWRESTLING-

BREAKING NEWS : The finals to see who will be the new number one contender for Hikaru Shida’s women championship will now be decided in a Barbed Wire Death Match! The matchup of Sawyer Holden and Veronica Rodriguez will now be the MAIN EVENT of Full Gear this Sunday!

Warhorse had been lifting in a gym near his home. Music blasting through his headphones, his mind was only on this last rep. The music quieted, meaning a notification had popped up. He sighed, before bending over to pick up his phone. His eyes largened, “Oh no… no. No!” He rolled his eyes, as he already saw tweets from the other AEW wrestlers picking sides. “I got to do something. They’re gonna to fucking get hurt!” He yelled in the gym, which he thanked God was pretty much empty.

He clicked on Sawyer’s contact name and typed out a text- “I’m calling you in 30 minutes.” Warhorse saw she read it, and shut the phone off before he could see her response. He was determined to wonder what was going on through his friend’s heads, knowing that neither of them were thinking straight.

Sawyer responded to the text, before throwing her phone back down. She got back to her spot on the mat, near Lance Archer. She shouldn’t have any distractions, especially not the night before this huge match. She kept her eyes on the red spots tapped down on the punching bag. She kept going faster and even harder as Lance Archer shouted things at her, keeping the punching bag in place.

They had been training her for this match since the night after the brawl that she claims Veronica started.

“Left! Right! Stomach!” Archer watched as Sawyer was definitely hitting the targets, but holding back on her strength. He pulled the punching bag away to where she couldn’t reach.

“What the hell, Lance?” Lance put his hands on Sawyer’s shoulders, “Sawyer, you’re supposed to be my baby murderhawk. And you won’t murder shit if you don’t get your head in the game.”

Sawyer opened her mouth to protest before he interrupted, “Close your eyes. I want you to think about the match.” Sawyer huffed, closing her eyes and crossing her arms.

“Now imagine, there’s exploding barbed wire all around you. There’s kendo sticks broken everywhere, thumbtacks all over the ground. And you and Veronica are standing face to face, you’re so close to winning that championship,” Sawyer visibly felt angrier, the thought of Veronica winning consuming her, when Lance slapped Sawyer one good time across the face, “And she once again slaps the taste out your mouth.”

Sawyer opens her mouth to yell at Lance before she realizes how angry Veronica made her, stooping that low, like they weren’t even equal anymore. Sawyer opened her eyes, throwing the boxing gloves off and turning back to the punching bag.

Lance held the bag in place as Sawyer delivered punches, this time not holding back. All Sawyer could see was Veronica’s sinister smirk, wanting to beat it off her face. Sawyer’s knuckles started to throb, ignoring it continuing to attack the bag.

The thought of Veronica standing tall at the end of the match made her lose it, causing the punching bag to rip open, sand falling everywhere. Sawyer didn’t even look surprised. She didn’t know how hard Veronica was training right now, but tomorrow, nothing would matter.

Sawyer didn’t want the championship opportunity. She wanted to humiliate Veronica, teach her a lesson. Hell, Sawyer wanted to end her best friend.

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“To the soon to be champions of All Elite Wrestling!” Brandon Cutler raised his drink in one hand, while holding his camera in the other. “Introducing your soon to be tag team champions… The Young Bucks!” Matt and Nick did their signature pose, making Veronica roll her eyes with a chuckle.

“Ooo me next!” Kenny rested his hand on Veronica’s waist, and with his free arm, flexed his bicep through his shirt. “Fine.” Brandon huffed. “The man who not only will win tomorrow, but go on to defeat Jon Moxley… the Cleaner… Kenny Omega!” The group applauded, as he made a couple faces at the camera.

“Introduce my girl,” he pointed at Veronica, making her grin. “How could we forget,” Cutler said, putting her in the frame, “The lovely, Veronica!”

Matt whistled, “Sawyer or Shida don’t stand a chance.” He smugged, while Nick draped his arm around her shoulder.

“You damn right they don’t!” Cutler screamed from the other side. She looked around in bliss, spacing out as the group joked around a bit.

Nick nudged her, “You alright? You sort of zoned out on us.” The group turned their heads looking at her, “Yea. Everything is perfect. Just thinking how good we’re all gonna look with the gold tomorrow.” She raised her glass in the air, causing the rest to clink their root bears.

Veronica stifled a yawn, and sipped on her drink slowly. She squeezed Kenny’s hand making him turn his attention to her, “I’m glad you’re here.” He whispered. She gave him a toothy grin as her heart began to flutter, “I am too. Tomorrow is our night.” He kissed the inside of her palm before setting it in his lap, and continuing his conversation with Nick about a recent video game he started playing. She only heard bits, as the only thing on her mind was not wanting to let down the people around her.

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Sawyer sat her phone up on her bathroom sink, just finishing her shower. Warhorse stared at her in silence, before speaking up, “I should be there.”

“Jake-“

“No! It’s true, I felt like I could have prevented this…COME ON A DEATH MATCH?! Whose brilliant idea was that?”

“Try Kenny Omega. You think I would trust myself with that idea?” Sawyer said, finishing drying her hair. He held his hands in defense, “I’m just saying Sawyer, Veronica has won more of these matches. I just don’t want you guys to actually hurt each other out there.”

“Jake, she’s hurt me more times I could count… but when she went against the script to embarrass me on national television, that’s when I knew she was putting that mop head, a championship, and this company over our friendship... I’ve accepted that I’m not getting my best friend back. And if that’s the case, I want her to be terrified of me.”

“Sawyer you don’t mean that,” Warhorse tried to reason with her, “It’s the heat of the moment. When you win and you’re celebrating, all you’re gonna want is Veronica there with you.”

“You can fly in, right? That’ll be enough.” Sawyer tried to say sarcastically, but Jake wasn’t amused. “I mean it, Sawyer. Be a good sport about it. Even if she won’t. Things may never be the same but that doesn’t mean to make the situation worse.”

Sawyer huffed, “Alright MOM. I’ll be a good sport. I guess you got a point.”

Warhorse smiled, “I know I do. Now! Get some rest, partying is the exact opposite of what you should be doing right now.” Sawyer groaned picking up the phone, “I will…but I would like to note that you said “WHEN” I win.” She cheekily grinned, making him groan.

“Oh my god! Goodnight Sawyer! I Love you.”

“Goodnight, Jake. Love you too.” Sawyer hung up, putting her phone on her nightstand.

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Sawyer set her stuff in her locker room. Sighing to herself. So many interviewers, makeup artists, and stage hands came up to her in the fifteen minutes it took to find her door. She looked in the mirror, questioning herself, “Is this all worth it? For revenge? To prove I’m not below her?”

Looking in the mirror, she began to wonder who she had become. The old Sawyer never let her anger get the best of her, but now, she couldn’t even recognize who the new Sawyer was. Her negative thoughts were interrupted by a loud knock, and before she could even answer, John Silver and Alex Reynolds walked in.

“There she is! The next number one contender!” Alex said, pulling Sawyer in for a hug. Sawyer clenched her teeth, trying to look as unannoyed as possible. “Hey you two! Silver, are you ready for your match?”

Silver put on a cocky smile, “Oh, you already know. Orange will never know what hit him, he’ll be like,” he cleared his throat, putting on a raspy and lazy voice, “Oh my god I can’t believe Silver beat me, I guess I should’ve gotten my hands out of my pockets.”

Alex laughed at Silver’s impression, while Sawyer cringed. Alex and John quickly noticed Sawyer wasn’t laughing, as they awkwardly quieted down.

Alex put his hand on Sawyer’s shoulder, “Are you okay? You seem…off.” Sawyer shook her head, “I’m great. Just the fact that my best friend has put me through living hell and tonight I’m finally giving her a taste of her own medicine.”

John cheered, receiving a glare from Alex. John mumbled sorry before Sawyer continued, “I mean, this could’ve all been avoided. If she just didn’t slap me on national television. Like what the hell?”

The two men looked at each other then back at Sawyer, nervous looks forming on their faces. “Yeah…about that.” Alex said, scratching the back of his head, shuffling away from Sawyer. She arched her brow, when Silver blurted out, “We were trying to help you out, but we ended up pissing her off…” John cringed, “And we’re the reason she kinda slapped you.”

Sawyer sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose, “So my life is being risked in a Barbed Wire DEATHMATCH, because you wanted to make her cry?”

“It was mainly John! He even called her a hoe!” Alex said, pointing at his tag partner. “Alex what the fuck!”

“JUST…get out. Please… before I kill both of you before the Buy-In even starts.” Sawyer said, grabbing her ring gear.

Alex and John shuffled out the locker room, before Alex peeped in one last time, “You’re gonna do great, Sawyer. The Dark Order is all rooting for you.”

Sawyer smiled, hearing the door shut. Her mood became lighter, as she really did realize that she might have lost a good friend, she was making more along the way.

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The preshow had just begun to start. The few fans took their seats around the arena and began to cheer as the countdown to Full Gear was on. Hangman had just come from collecting his new and “improved” gear for tonight when he saw Veronica walking in.

She looked stressed, her hair was tied up in a messy bun and her sweatpants sagged extra low. She honestly looked like she hadn’t had a good sleep in weeks. Seemingly to be in her own little world, not noticing any of her surroundings. “Thanks for making my gear, I bet it looks awesome!” She thanked the seamstress, before taking her items and beginning to head back. Hangman began to panic, holding his arm out while speaking before he got the chance to think. “I can’t wait to see it!” he shot.

She jumped in surprise, “Oh…I didn’t know you were here,” she eyed him suspiciously, “Thanks though… and good luck tonight.” She tried to leave again, until he pulled her back. “Wait, no. You’re not just gonna leave me here again. Aren’t we going to talk about-”

“I don’t think there’s anything to discuss. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but we all got shit going on right now. I’m not trying to be a distraction.” She spat at him with a bit of venom. It stung him a bit, making him loosen his grip. “You aren’t a distraction to me V! I just thought I finally had a friend around here.” Her eyes softened, but she shook her head with disbelief. “Why do you keep trying with me… haven’t I given you enough reasons not to trust me Adam? I’m no good for you.”

“You don’t get to decide that for me…” He said to her, “Just like you shouldn’t let Kenny keep making decisions for you.” Veronica looked at him in confusion. He chuckled at her expression, “Sweets, you gotta see what he’s doing to you.” He laughed.

“You… you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“This…” he pointed at her, “Has Kenny Omega and the Young Bucks written all over it. You’re their little group project.” He confessed. She clenched her fist to the side, and clicked her tongue. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.” Veronica responded. Hangman squinting at her, then at the bag in her hand, “Let me see your ring gear.”

“I don’t want to show you. You will have to wait like everyone else.” She pinned the bag behind her back, out of his reach. “Fine. You got me… is that free ice cream?” He pointed down the hall, making her whole body turn quicker than she could get the chance to react. He swiftly snatched the bag out of her hand, “Alright, let’s see…” He placed the bag nicely on a nearby table and began to unzip it.

A smile formed, as he was in awe of the diamonds. He ran his hand down it, “Wow… Sandra really outdid herself with this one.” His hand stopped as his fingers got tangled, he looked over at her before pulling the jacket out. “TASSELS?”

“Would you be quiet!” She grabbed the jacket back from him, and put it nicely back in the bag. “Mind your business.”

“You have never worn tassels before. That’s new… kinda reminds me of a certain tag team, and those shorts are way… different from your usual baggy style.”

“Am I not allowed to try new things? My baggy pants, and hot tops are still there. I just wanted to spice it up for the pay per view tonight.” She smiled, “Plus… the tassels were a recommendation from Matt. It’s a one time thing.”

He scoffed at that, “He’s always recommending tassels to everyone… they couldn’t pay me enough to wear that shit.” She let out a small laugh before leaning in, “I think you could pull it off almost as good as them.” Veronica complimented with a smirk. “No, I’m okay… I’ll stick to my things, and you stick to… whatever that is.”

“I’m going to make you eat your words, Page.” She picked up her belongings, and made her way back to the locker room. He watched her go, and when she was gone he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Page let his head fall back on the wall behind him, and ran his fingers through his hair. Even after she put him through hell… she was back where she’s been since he met her. In his head. And with his match coming up in less than half an hour… he knew he was doomed.

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Nova waited for her cue to go out, which was a certain signal from Ricky and Brian Cage. Taz had come out, yelling at Cody and Darby on the mic. When Brian attacked Darby from behind, with Ricky following him after, she knew she was coming up soon. She watched as Brian threw Cody right into Ricky for a spear.

Right when they grabbed Darby, she ran out, pretending to get in between the two teams. The audience popped, Taz however, was screaming at the top of his lungs for her to move.

She went up to Ricky, pretending to lecture him.

“It looks like Nova and Ricky are having a bit of a disagreement here, Excalibur.” Tony Schiavone said, watching this all go down on the monitor.

Nova “gave up”, throwing her hands in the air and turning towards Brian, who was holding up Darby by the back of the neck. They stared each other down, when Nova delivered a clean roundhouse kick, straight to the left side of Darby’s face. The crowd was shocked, but no one showed it more than Taz.

Nova rolled out the ring, yelling at Brian to push Darby out. She dragged him over to the car, which he had made his entrance on, calling Ricky and Brian over.

Brian hoisted Darby up, before powerbombing him onto the windshield. Nova and Ricky smirked, making their way up to the stage. Taz looked in disbelief, before holding his hand out to Nova.

She hesitated to put hers out, before she finally shook his hand, “Welcome to Team Taz.” He said, yelling at the camera guy to come closer.

“New Team Taz member! Nova Jay! The Supernova!”

Nova smirked, when Ricky grabbed her by the waist, kissing her passionately. They smiled at the camera before making their way backstage, Nova was finally noticed, and she was going to make sure everyone’s eyes stayed on her.

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Sawyer cracked her knuckles. Everything and everyone around her becoming quiet. Her earphones blasting. Her heart pounding. This was it.

“Sawyer you’re on after this break!” Dustin Rhodes called from his monitor, “Go teach that bitch a lesson.” Sawyer handed her phone to Nova, who looked like she was about to vomit. “I’ll be fine.” Sawyer assured her friend, “This needs to be done.”

“Why did it have to come to this though. Sure, you and Veronica have fought a hundred times before. But this is …” She stopped as she looked over and saw Veronica coming in. New ring gear on display, as she got rid of the baggy pants and went to new revealing shorts and a gorgeous rhinestone jacket with a picture on the back she couldn’t recognize, along white long tassels… it was hard to miss her.

The wrestlers began to find any monitor they could, not wanting to miss a second of anything. Talking amongst themselves, placing bets. In awe of the reaction that the two had gotten in such a short amount of time. The crowd was awake, and ready for a fight.

“Knock ‘em dead baby! We’ll be here when you get back!” Chuck Taylor quickly yelled, making Sawyer turn just in time to catch him. She gave him a thumbs up, before she headed through the curtain.

Taylor glanced in Veronica’s direction feeling her stare already on him. He rolled his eyes at her before going to find a seat next to Trent and Orange.

“Popcorn?” Trent offered as Chuck sat down. Orange lazily stuck some kernels in his mouth.

“I’m not sure what trick she has up her sleeve, but I don’t like it.” Chuck gestures toward Veronica who was beginning to warm up. “Her presence is enough to mess with your mind. Don’t worry about it, Sawyer is gonna WHOOP DAT ASS!” Trent said loudly, on purpose earning a scoff from behind them. The three turned around and were met with Kenny Omega and The Young Bucks. “You sure are biting off more than you can chew, Baretta.” Matt snarled. Orange looked between the two, lowering his glasses.

Trent spoke up again, “Matt, no matter how hard you try. She isn’t going to sleep. with you. You need to realize that. It’s starting to seem desperate at this point-”

“Choose your next words carefully, momma’s boy.” Kenny got in his face. “I wouldn’t let her name leave your mouth again, if I were you.” Trent bit the inside of his mouth, looking back at his friends. “Forget it man, let’s just watch the match.” Chuck patted down the chairs, getting them to cool it. From the back of his head he could feel Matt began to burn holes through the trio making him smirk to himself. He had hit a nerve with Matt Jackson, and nobody knew that but him.

The beat dropped for Sawyer's entrance music, making the crowd more electric than they already were. She couldn’t help the smile break through as she stood on the ramp. The pyro went off, and she posed for the camera. She removed her jacket, revealing a dark gothic attire. The front row of wrestlers applauded, as she walked down to the ring, she got on the apron and began to take it all in, knowing this was the only bit of peace for a long time.

Veronica tilted her head in Nova’s direction as she passed. Not caring about Ricky clutching her to his side, or the glare they both gave her. She shrugged it off and went out as if this was an actual “storyline.”

She walked out earning a mix of boos and cheers. She closed her eyes and turned her back. Revealing her jacket, to be a picture of a throwback photo of her, Sawyer, and Nova… with a drawn on angel halo hovering over her, and devil horns drawn on Sawyer. She chuckled at her antics, and spreader her arms to let the tassels gracefully fall, “Let’s fucking go!” She yelled, before making her way to the inside of the ring.

Sawyer never took her eyes off Veronica, ever since her music hit. If looks could kill, they’d both be dead. The bell rang, and Sawyer extended her hands outward for a lock up, while Veronica extended a foot— that connected with Sawyer’s nose. She blindly rolled her up, but Sawyer kicked out before three making the crowd gasp. She quickly backed up in the corner, trying to avoid the ropes from blowing up around her.

“WHAT THE HELL V?” She yelled, getting in her face. “YOU REALLY WANNA START LIKE THIS?” She pushed Veronica, making her fall on her backside. She immediately got back up, getting right back in her face. “Hit me.” She repeated, while harshly shoving Sawyer. “I know you want to.”

Sawyer raised her fist, only to be slapped by Veronica before she could react. The crowd sat on the edge of their seats in anticipation, watching Sawyer blow the hair out her face, and stare down Veronica between her brows. She slightly gulped, not breaking her stare. Sawyer began delivering rapid kicks to her sides, then quickly delivering an arm drag sending Veronica just inches away from ropes.

Her eyes widened, as she realized how close she was. Turning around she attempted to run away, but was met with a dropkick that sent her flying into the ropes, immediately feeling the electric wire going off around her. She yelped, as she rolled to the outside, not wanting Sawyer to gain an upper hand. Her skin began to burn, and the wind that was knocked out of her was still trying to come back.

Sawyer’s first thoughts being to go check on her, before remembering the reason they were in this match in the first place. She shook her head, shaking all the sympathy away. As she climbed to the top turnbuckle, she stood along with the crowd. Phones flashing, their voices rising. Screaming, as she attempted a perfect moonsault to the outside. Suddenly, feeling a devastating crack to her ribs, causing the audience to fall in silence. Veronica held the kendo stick in her hand, leaning on the barricade. She watched Sawyer lay on the floor, refs coming to check on her. She pulled Bryce by his T-Shirt, wanting to continue the damage. She swung another good three times, before rolling her back in carefully. She went for the pin, once again.

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2…

“This fight will continue,” Tony yells in his headsweat. Sweat beading off his forehead. “We all knew that wasn’t gonna be enough to put down the Angel Slayer.” Jim added. “It’s almost as if…that name couldn’t be any more truer tonight. The white, the diamonds, the entrance…Veronica is the angel that Sawyer is slaying tonight. We’re in for one hell of a ride.”

The two had been going back and forth for about fifteen minutes. Each seeming to have a counter for each other’s move, and when they didn’t…they just started beating the absolute shit out of each other. Blood was pouring from the hairline of Sawyer, who had been curb stomped on a pile of chairs. While Veronica's left eye was beginning to swell up, as well as a huge slash from being sliced by a piece of the broken table.

Luckily, Sawyer had done her best to avoid the electric wire throughout the whole match so far. The two crawled their way back into the middle of the ring, Veronica kicked pieces of broken table out of her way. She gestured her finger at Sawyer telling her to bring it on. She charged, only to be hit with a drop toe hold. She held her mouth, and realized she fell forward on a steel chair. Immediately, tasting blood. Veronica smirked to the hardcam , rolling out the ring and pulling up the ring skirt. She tossed a couple of kendo sticks on the ramp way, for an emergency. She faked a confused face, before innocently pulling out a light tube. She rolled in the ring, swirling it around. Sawyer saw it, and let out a groan. She raised her middle fingers up, spitting blood at her. Veronica laughed, wiping it off and whispered, “You asked for this bitch” before cracking the tube on her head, glass shattering around them. Quickly covering for the pin.

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2..

Sawyer barely kicked out. Making Veronica throw a tantrum, “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?” She screamed at Bryce, who did his best not to back down. “LEARN TO DO YOUR JOB.” Veronica pointed her finger in his chest.

“Back off of me. Focus on your match, Rodriguez.”

“Don’t tell me- AH!”

Veronica was lifted from the ground, and placed on Sawyer’s shoulder, who when no one was looking had wrapped a piece of barbed wire around her kneepad. Veronica tried to scramble, hearing the crowd go crazy as Sawyer signaled for the Go to Sleep with her hands. She successfully hit it, cringing as she stuck to Veronica’s forehead. The crowd gasped, and held their hands over their mouths. She went for the pin.

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2…

Aubrey was milliseconds away from her hitting the mat, they could feel it.

“WHAT? VERONICA KICKED OUT. VERONICA KICKED OUT,” Excalibur rose from his seat. “BARBED WIRE IS STICKING TO HER FOREHEAD…WHAT THE HELL?” Jim asked with concern. “What are we witnessing here folks?”

“This is awesome!” The crowd chanted, if there was a roof on Daily’s Place, it would have been blown straight off.

Sawyer laid in the corner, not knowing what else to do as she stared at her former best friend with widened eyes. Veronica waved towards the entrance ramp, signaling for someone to come out. Sawyer turned her head with confusion, tears forming as she saw Kenny Omega and the Young Bucks dragging a helpless Chuck Taylor and Orange Cassidy. She stared in horror as she saw Orange and Chuck get hit repeatedly in the torso with kendo sticks. Their cries making Sawyer furious.

“You bitch.” Sawyer huffed, as she began to drag Veronica back by her feet. Veronica kicked, connecting with her busted lip, making her curse. Veronica quickly snapped up, ducking as Sawyer attempted to grab her. Going around her and connecting her arms for a snap dragon suplex. An idea popped in her head, as she looked at her boyfriend who nodded with darkened eyes. She backed up to the ropes, breathing in, and before she breathed out she delivered a devastating snapdragon sending Sawyer through a ton of pain, as her neck was met with electricity. She hid her face, as she repeatedly hit the mat, doing everything to not let her pain be shown.

Sawyer stumbled to stand, as Veronica began to spit more venom at her, “You thought what they did was bad?” She chuckled, as Matt threw a kendo stick in her direction. She picked it up, and placed it under Sawyer’s chin making her look at her. “Watch this-” She swung, only for it to be caught under Sawyer’s arm. She gritted her teeth, not letting her react to the sting. Veronica did her best to pull it back, but she wasn’t budging.

Veronica reached her arm back to attempt to slap Sawyer again, but she grabbed onto her, slowly looking up at Veronica with angry eyes. Sawyer delivered a headbutt to Veronica’s, “That’s for bringing your boyfriend into this!” Left hook, “That’s for hurting my friends!” She kicked her in the stomach so her back hit the turnbuckles, “THAT is for putting a title over our friendship!” Sawyer balanced the kendo stick in her hand, “And THIS is for all the pain and tears you’ve put me through since July!” She went feral, whacking Veronica left and right. Veronica bawled up on the floor, trying her best to avoid her. Only to get hit harder, not being able to move. She whacked Veronica in the back once more long enough to climb to the top rope. Sawyer stood and looked around the crowd of people and wrestlers, who cheered her on as she finally did what she always wanted to do. A swanton bomb, on live pay-per view. The crowd erupted as Sawyer went in for the pin, without her Canadian Destroyer.

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The girls laid there, staring at the ceiling. Their breathing rapid, their faces red. Veronica felt the tears start to form, she scooted away to the other side of the ring, hand over mouth holding back sobs.

“Sawyer.” Chuck shook her, “You did it baby. It’s over.” He groaned, holding his side. Her head snapped towards him, and Cassidy who were both equally hurting. “Me? I won?” She looked with disbelief. Orange gave her a thumbs up, as she pulled them in for a hug. “I’m so sorry you guys got hurt.”

“Eh.” Cassidy lazily replied, “We lived.”

Veronica watched the three, not realizing her own group was next to her. “Let’s get out of here.” Nick bent down to help her up, she wrapped an arm around his shoulder looking for Kenny who couldn’t meet her gaze. Instead, he angrily stared at Sawyer, who had the biggest grin on her face as she stared back.

“Kenny-“ Veronica reached out, his demeanor broken, as he saw her covered in blood. “Jesus Christ…”He commented, pulling her away, flinching when he heard her wince. “Careful with her hip, it’s gushing.” Matt commented.

Veronica tried to respond, telling them that she was fine until she saw Hikaru Shida walk right past her, with her AEW Women's Championship straight to the ring for Sawyer.

Jealousy filled up, and she couldn’t help looking away as they stared down at each other. The sounds of her boyfriend’s concern were muffled, as all she could do was focus on them. Sawyer couldn’t help but glare past Shida sometimes. Veronica’s tears staining her brain. Eventually, Tony Khan came out applauding as the crowd gave a standing ovation.

It was over. It was finally over.

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Sawyer tried her best to get rid of the smile on her face, but she just couldn’t. She was on Cloud 9. Of course, something felt off. She knew what it was, Veronica. But she knew, she couldn’t let this affect her celebration. She turned up the music playing from her speaker, hoping that even Rihanna could distract her from this feeling.

Just as she put on the finishing touches of her outfit, there was a knock on the locker room door. “Come in!” Wardlow walked in, bouquet of flowers in hand, “There’s the next women’s champ! God, you’re amazing.” Sawyer gasped, “Michael! You’re so sweet.” She took the flowers, giving him a kiss.

“So, you really gave Veronica hell out there. How about you and I go to dinner? You’re already dressed, and of course, I have another gift for you back at the hotel.” He smirked, grabbing Sawyer by the waist from behind, hands sliding up and down her body.

“That sounds lovely Michael, but some of my friends set up a party for me at my favorite bar downtown. You wanna come with?” She asked innocently, thinking nothing of it. Wardlow’s energy shifted, he suddenly just seemed furious.

“You’re kidding. You’d rather spend this win with vodka and screaming than wine and classical music?” He asked, acting like there was no discussion. “Uh, yeah. It is my celebration.” Sawyer grabbed her purse, heading for the door.

“And let me guess, Chuck set this celebration up.”

Sawyer stopped in her tracks, her mind was telling her a million things, but only one was the right thing to do. “Well, you caught me. Chuck did set this up. And Isiah. Along with Nova and Ricky. And how could I forget ‘your’ buddy, Max? My friends set this up, Michael. They knew this would make me happy and they were right, I’m going!”

“I knew you were still talking to that weirdo! I knew I couldn’t trust you. If you walk out that door, we’re finished.” He threatened. Sawyer only stared back, frowning, tears forming in her eyes.

“After everything I went through tonight,” Sawyer choked on her words, before cutting the act, “You think I’m scared of a white man breaking up with me? I’ve seen some stupid shit, but this has gotta be the stupidest shit ever. We’re done, the third shot is dedicated to you!”

Sawyer cackled, walking out of the locker room, knowing that Wardlow no longer affected her.

On the other side of Daily’s Place, the Elite got to the back. Veronica doing her best to not crumble in front of the roster. She felt a hand leave her lower back, causing her to stop them in their tracks. “Kenny, what are you doing?” Matt asked, not sure why he stopped walking.

“You guys go on without me… I have to catch up with Don.” He looked between them, giving a disappointed look toward Veronica, “Just let me know what the doctor says.”

Veronica’s face grew with confusion, “You’re not coming with me?” Matt held his grip on her wrist, as she tried to walk away from them. “You’re hurt.” He reminded her, “I’ll make sure she gets back.”

“Thanks man.” Kenny spoke, “I got to go fix this. I’m not letting her screw up ruin my future plans.”

Nick’s eyes widened, as a silence fell between the group. Veronica felt her blood begin to boil, as his words finally hit her. “I can’t believe you. I know I didn’t win, but I tried my best and-“

“Save it. I don’t want to hear any more excuses tonight.” He rolled his eyes, before pulling out his phone typing rapidly. Nick and Matt looked between each other, not sure what to do. Veronica pushed through, wincing at every step she took. “You know what? This loss isn’t on ME. It’s on YOU, and you know that. You told the whole world that I was this Elite superstar, and you never once considered my feelings.” Her voice trembled, “Sawyer and Nova want nothing to do with me, because of you, and now I’m finally understanding why.”

She shoved Nick and Matt’s hands off of her as she walked off in her own direction.

As Kenny watched Veronica walk away, he groaned, throwing his hands up in the air, “I swear to God, I don’t know what her deal is.” He marched off, mumbling to the Bucks about not following him. “She has to be kidding, none of this is my fault. I got her here at the top. In this company, I gave her everything. It’s all-” His own thoughts were interrupted, almost making him stop in his tracks.

“It’s all her.”

Sawyer and Nova stared back, trying their best to hide their grins. “Looks like someone will be sleeping on the couch tonight.” Nova joked. Kenny shook his head, embarrassment beginning to wash over him.

“You couldn’t even help your own girlfriend, when she needed it most.” Sawyer spoke up, “What makes you think YOU could defeat me?”

He opened his mouth to argue, being cut off by a car honking grabbing their attention, Nova rushed over to the side door leaving Sawyer.

“One day, Veronica will realize that you were nothing more than a weight holding her down. It really sucks that you were the reason we had to nearly kill each other tonight, but if you think that I won’t stop trying to get my friend back… you’ve got another thing coming.” She pulled her glasses down on her head, letting herself finally relax.

“Goodbye, and Goodnight Omega.”

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Feels nice to be back, chapter 10 is coming soon.

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writtingelite · 10 months

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I wanna have your babies

This can be Matt or Nick Jackson or both… never written this way before. Sorry for any mistakes.

This is also a song

youtube

This one is very short

Y/n has been thinking a lot lately about having a baby but not sure how to bring it up with the love of her life. He knew she was thinking a lot about something, but what? He decide to talk to her. Ask what is going on… she tell him after a while, she didn’t know how he would take the news, that she wants his babies. She wasn’t expecting his reaction, he is happy, excited, wanted to start straight away. He picks her up and takes her to the bedroom.

A year later on, y/n is pregnant and due in 7 months.

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elitelovers · 5 months

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Coming Out As Trans To The Elite

trans guy headcanons

* all of them being super hype and giving you a big group hug.

* they get one of those “it’s a boy” signs to put up in the locker room.

* “Bro does this mean we can share a locker room? let’s go!”- Hanger

* “I’ve always liked they/them pronouns personally”- Nick

* If anyone misgenders you around them they all will correct the person bc they know you’re too nervous too.

* One of them always goes with you to your doctors appointments, it’s usually Kenny but if he can’t make it someone else will go.

* They hype you up when you have to do your shots.

* They had Trans pride gear made after you came out.

* When you got top surgery Matt lended you a bunch of his button ups for recovery.

* Matt teaching you how to shave your face.

* They all immediately changed your name in their contacts.

* Hangman told his kids you’re “uncle ___” now

* “Me and you gotta have a one on one match now, no more running”- Kenny

* They all go with you to Tony about getting you on the men’s roster to which Tony agrees.

* “are you gay now?”- Matt “bro you can’t say that” - Hanger and everyone laughing

* “Please do not take outfit advice from nick and matt”- Hanger

* Kenny takes you to get your hair cut

* They all punch saraya in the face really hard <3

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im-just-a-mississippi-girl · 1 year

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You’re More Than Enough

Pairing: Nick Jackson x reader

Category: Comfort/Fluff

Word count: 1,305

Summary: When Nick is feeling insecure, you do everything in your power to make sure he understands that he is loved, that he is more than enough.

Warnings: swearing, feelings of worthlessness and insecurities

A/N: This turned out to be shorter than I expected it would be, but that’s okay! Short and sweet is sometimes the best! I hope y’all enjoy it! ❤️

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You had been dating Nick Jackson for a couple years now, and in those years, you’ve created so many memories, went on countless adventures, and never once questioned Nick’s love for you. He was always there for you when you felt upset, insecure, angry, or anything from happy. You always did the same for him which is why it was killing you to see him so down lately, feeling insecure, useless, unimportant, and overshadowed.

Nick didn’t have any prior obligations to fulfill with AEW today so he was still in bed regardless of it being two in the afternoon. You had let him sleep in this morning, he needed it, but when lunchtime rolled around, you tried to get him out of bed to come eat — no luck. You ended up bringing him his favorite food and some water, coaxing him into sitting up and eating a couple bites before slipping into the bed next to him. You gently pulled him into your arms, his head on your chest, your fingers running through is hair before moving to rub his back. You laid there holding him, letting him find comfort in your presence.

“I love you Nick.” You whisper into his hair, placing a loving kiss to the top of his head. He stayed quiet for so long you thought he fell asleep until he let out a deep sigh and moved off you.

“Why? Why me? Why are you with me when you could be with Matt? He gets all the attention anyways and everyone likes him better too.” Nick spoke in a dejected voice. “I’m just there, in the background, overlooked and ignored. You should just go ahead and go. It wouldn’t be anything new. Matt always gets the girls in the end. I’m just there to help them get close to him, happens every time.” He continued, voice so desolate it broke your heart.

“Nick, baby, don't put yourself down like that. I love you so much, it hurts to see you like this. I’m not going to leave you. You are my love, not Matt. Sure, I like Matt but only as a friend or a brother.” You tell him, sitting up and turning to face him. You reach your hand out and gently place your hand on top of his.

“You don’t have to lie. I know the truth. I know I’m not good enough.” Nick insists, pushing your hand off his. You watched as he got up and exited the room, heading into the bathroom and shutting the door. You decided to give him a little space and not push him too much, the last thing you want is for him to completely shut down or to completely shut you out.

Nick’s words play on loop in your head — I know I’m not good enough. You make your way to the bathroom door, that one sentence driving you crazy. “You are enough. You’re more than enough.” You spoke through the door. You were met with silence, but you knew he had heard you when the door slowly opened, Nick emerging from the bathroom with tear filled eyes.

“You don’t know how much it means to me to hear you say that.” Nick sniffles, quickly wiping his eyes as tears attempt to make their decent down his cheeks. “Will you hold me?” He asked you timidly. It was rare for you to see Nick like this, so timid, so vulnerable. There’s no way you could say no.

“Come ‘ere.” You quietly speak, gently gathering him in your arms. No sooner than Nick is in your embrace you feel him completely and truly let go, tears falling and heart breaking sobs escape his lips. You’ll never understand how people don’t like this man, how people could be so mean and cruel.

The two of you stay like that for what felt like hours. You do your best to soothe and console Nick, rubbing his back, placing soft kisses to his temple. “I’m always going to be here for you. You can talk to me about anything at anytime. I’ll drop what I’m doing just for you, okay? You’re my world Nicky. I’ll always have time for you, and whatever you go through is important, we’re a team and there’s no one I would rather have by my side than you.” You pause for a few moments before continuing, “Wanna know what I love about you?” You heard a sniffle and felt Nick nod his head. “I love your eyes, they’re such a beautiful blue. I love your smile and you laugh, why else would I tell so many dad jokes and puns? I love how kind you are, always doing something sweet for someone you care about and even strangers. I love how fun you are, always up to do anything remotely crazy and that brings me to your creativity. You’ve always fascinated me with the things you come up with for matches and don’t get me started on those outfits.” You joked, laughing. You felt a slap on your ass, “Hey!” You jumped at the impact, no longer laughing.

“You told me you liked those outfits!” Nick playfully scolded you. You were more than happy to get that playfulness to return to him. You preferred it so much more to the somberness he displayed earlier.

“Okay…. Well, you see…. I kinda lied.” You giggled, watching his reaction change into mock offense. “Sorry babe, but some of those were hideous! For what it’s worth you made them look less hideous.” You offered, attempting to stifle a laugh at Nick clutching his heart, being back to his fun, dramatic self.

“I’m so hurt right now, love. I guess the only solution is for you to become my personal stylist, but then again….” Nick trails off, giving your outfit a once over.

“You better choose your next words wisely.” You raised an eyebrow and poked Nick in the chest.

“I was going to say I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you.” He winked, a grin playing on his lips. You playfully smack his chest, feeling like a blushing teenager.

“Not to ruin the fun mood, but you do know I meant everything I said earlier, right? You never have to go through anything alone. I’m always going to be in your corner to support you and cheer you on.” You remind him, wanting to make sure he knows you weren’t just saying whatever you thought of, you were being genuine.

Nick wrapped his arms around you once again, this time he placed a loving kiss to your forehead. “I do. I’m forever thankful for you and your patience with me when I get in one of those moods. I know I’m not easy to deal with or fun to be around during those times, but I just can’t help it sometimes. I see what people say on social media, and no matter how hard I try to ignore it, I can’t. You make it easier though, knowing I can count on you at any given moment helps more than you’ll ever understand.” Nick dipped his head and gave you a kiss on the lips. The kiss is filled with love, admiration, and happiness.

You knew in that moment just how much your words and just being present helped Nick feel better, feel loved, cared about, needed, and wanted. You made a mental note to let the internet know that you loved Nick more than they hated him, that you were the one to build him up when they would so desperately try to tear him down, and that they don’t know who he truly is and just what they’re missing. You wanted the world to know that Nick Jackson is more than enough, and anything less will not be tolerated.

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ocean-of-fiction-blue · 8 months

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on fire (for you)

title: on fire (for you)

rating: nc-17

fandom: all elite wrestling

pairing: matt jackson/nick jackson

content: explicit sexual content, sibling incest, anal sex, spit as lube, unsafe sex, bratting, rough sex, established relationship

summary: nick is busy playing his slots game and matt wants attention.

notes: for @sleep-and-feel-no-pain as always. you know the drill. gave her a prompt list, got back "come and make me" + the bucks. top!matt, brat!nick. goes against the fandom grain, but i like it.

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kenneth-omega · 2 years

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The Fear of Falling in Love

// Part 1 // Part 2 //

A Kenny Omega Short Fic

**EDITED 27/08/2022**

Pairing: Kenny Omega x Female Reader

IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO BE ADDED TO A TAGLIST IN FUTURE PARTS WHEN THEY’RE POSTED PLEASE LMK

Warnings: some swearing, kenny being a little flirty bitch, ethan page being the best shit stirrer (ILHSM)

Word count: 2.8K

A/N: Part 2 of this mini fic I’m constructing is finally up! 💖 Bare with me y’all I know it’s a slow burn but you know the saying, treat ‘em mean, keep em keen 🤪

For Reference:

“All Ego” Ethan Page is Julian

Cori “The Alpha” Dacre is Y/N

Post-breakfast led to a workout in the gym with Ethan, before you both grabbed some quick lunch back at the hotel’s catering and went your respective ways back to your rooms to shower.

Having washed off the sweat and gym grime you’d gone to Twitter, curious to see what everyone was talking about in the lead up to tonight’s Dynamite episode.

Of course the number one topic of interest was Kenny’s return.

You’d seen the Bucks’ recent video of Being The Elite, with the little teaser of Kenny’s theme music at the end giving you excited chills when you first watched it.

That was four hours ago, as now you sat in an Uber on route to the Charleston Coliseum, ready to meet up with the Bucks. Being EVP’s, they had a few other jobs to sort before this evening and had headed down a couple of hours before yourself.

C: 5 mins away.

You text the group chat that contains you and the Bucks, announcing your soon-to-be arrival.

A thumbs up emoji in response. You toss your phone onto the seat beside you, bouncing your legs up and down nervously. Why were you so jittery? You were trying to convince yourself that it couldn’t be anything to do with Kenny, although maybe you were feelings some pre-match nerves for him. It was understandable, but you felt as though you didn’t deserve to be nervous.

Although you’d not seen him training, you knew that Matt and Nick had recently been working this match out with him and neither of them had seemed to hint towards Kenny not being ready to return. You trusted the man’s judgement.

The Uber came to a slow crawl in front of the arena, where there were a few avid, dedicated fans already stood outside the doors of the venue.

You weren’t opposed to meeting fans, on the contrary, you actually loved it and loved meeting such a variety of interesting people. However today you really needed to get inside and ready for the show, which would only be delayed if you were to get out here and potentially risk being recognised.

Politely you ask the driver to continue around the side, where the production trucks and loading bays would be. Here, you could silently head into the building, knowing that security would be manning the side entrances.

You thank the driver, promising to tip him extra as a gesture of appreciation, before heading through the doors at the back of one of the loading bays. Inside there are two security guards stood in the corridor as you predicted, who stop you for identification. You pull out an AAA pass that you keep on your person.

Satisfied, the guards let you pass unbothered, so you shrug your rucksack a bit more securely onto your shoulders and continue on.

C: Where you guys at?

N: Just finishing up a small meeting with TK, head to locker room 6A it’ll have a sign on it!!

You ask another guard nearby where room 6A is, unable to see any signs along the corridor you were walking down that would help you understand where you needed to be.

She directs you up some stairs to the next floor and sends you left, heading further towards where the main area of the venue is.

Finally you spot a door with a piece of paper Blu-tacked to it which states in bold black letters: ELITE DRESSING ROOM - BUCKS, OMEGA & ALPHA.

You can’t help a little smile form on your lips as you read the sign. Turning the handle you find it unlocked, noting that the lights are on, which means someone’s inside.

“Matt? Nick?” You call out confusedly, unable to find anyone sat in the room. Their bags are strung up on some hooks to the far left, so you know they’ve been here already.

There’s the sound of water rushing in the bathroom which stops soon after you call out for the Jackson brothers. You knock timidly on the bathroom door, hoping you don’t startle the occupier. The door opens quickly enough that in the blink of an eye the ugly shade of blue paint is replaced by a broad chest covered with a zip up AEW hoodie. Craning your head back you find Kenny, a smirk perking up on his lips when he sees you standing in front of him.

“Just me, unfortunately.” He jokes, leaning forward slightly, his shoulder resting against the doorframe. The subtle movement brings his body closer to yours.

You force words out this time, not wanting a repeat of earlier today for fear of seeming unprofessional and fangirlish. Although that’s all you felt like when you were around him.

“Nothing unfortunate about it!” You reply, a little too cheerfully. His smile only widens at your remark, showing you a pearly set of teeth as he finds great humour in how you seem to be scrambling for words.

Unable to take his unwavering gaze any more, you turn away and walk over to the other side of the room, feeling the pressure on your chest lift. You felt ridiculous, unable to act normal around someone you’d never met before yet had idolised for so long.

You’d not had nerves this bad since your first time debuting on Dynamite.

Taking a seat on one of the worn leather couches, you pull out your phone, glancing over to see Kenny still stood in the doorway, although he’s also looking at something on his phone.

A ping from your phone pulls your eyes away from the man stood across the room from you, finding a text from Ethan.

E: U @ the venue already? x

You roll your eyes at his texting, but can’t help a little humoured snort come out. You clap a hand over your mouth in embarrassment, eyes instantly shifting to Kenny whose head had popped up at the sound. The pout was gone and he offered you a genuine smile this time.

“How cute.” He comments, before going back to his phone, walking over to the other leather couch opposite the coffee table in front of you as he texts someone. You find warmth radiating in your cheeks at his comment, cursing yourself internally for getting worked up over something so stupid.

You scold yourself and shoot Ethan a text back.

C: Yeah, just sat with Kenny waiting for Matt and Nick x

Ethan’s next reply comes through not even a minute later.

E: JUST sat? thought u were 2 nervous lol x

You scowl at his message, tempted to ferociously stick your finger up at your screen in response. You decide against it, not wanting Kenny to notice and start asking awkward questions that you definitely weren't calm enough to answer with a convincing lie.

C: Fuck off, also not to be grammar police but your spelling is 💩

E: Ur chicken 💩 for being 2 scared and stop trying 2 change subjects

C: I’m changing subjects by ending this convo lol, bye J x

E: Bye chicken 💩 x

His last response brings a smile to your face. You’ve always appreciated Julian’s humour and how easily he can turn your mood around.

“Texting a boyfriend?” Kenny asks earnestly, although you note the hint of curiosity in his voice as he looks over the top of his phone at you.

You can’t help but laugh at his question. “Not quite.” You reply, not wanting to feel as though you’re openly advertising yourself as single. You knew Kenny didn’t really have much of a love life, but you’d be damned if you’d make him think that you were trying to actively throw yourself at anyone who was available.

His eyebrow raises with interest. “What does not quite mean? Are you friends with...”

“No!” You shout, immediately feeling embarrassed at the volume you used. “It’s not like that at all. Just friends.” You assure him, although you’re not sure why you feel the need to. What does it matter to him if you’re seeing someone or not?

That same smirk appears on his unfairly attractive lips again and you can tell he’s enjoying winding you up, although you can’t detect any malice behind it.

“I’m only messing, you don’t need to feel so wound up around me. I’m not that scary am I?” He asks you, his head tilting slightly in question like a dog’s would, his body language relaxed and not at all intimidating.

You let out a heavy sigh. “No, sorry.” You apologise, feeling sheepish for the overreaction. He shakes his head, standing up and moving over so that he’s in front of you. Once again, you have to pull your head back just to be able to make eye contact with him.

“Don’t apologise, I get nervous too.” He offers you a hand in polite gesture. You take it, ignoring that same electric feeling you get whenever your skin seems to make contact with his. He pulls you forward in your seat, bending down and resting his hand on the couch armrest, his curls tickling your cheek as he brings his mouth level to your ear. You can smell his aftershave, a welcoming scent that reminds you of back in Canada. It makes you feel slightly homesick.

“I won’t bite, unless you ask me too.” The sensation of warm air lightly brushing over your ear and neck sends the most delicious tingles down your spine, a familiar warm sensation pooling in the bottom of your stomach.

There’s the tell tale sound of Matt and Nick approaching, the two of them talking loudly to who you assume to be Brandon. Kenny retreats back to his seat, much to your chagrin, with a shit-eating grin on his face. As he sits down the door opens with the Bucks and, you guessed it, Brandon appearing, all seeming chipper and excited.

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You’re finished dressing up for the night, wearing a subtler version of your ring makeup and having styled your hair in a way that you like which is casual but cute. The jeans you’ve styled with an off the shoulder top and leather jacket have a BTE patch embroidered on one of the back pockets and you’ve sneakily Tippex-ed an omega sign on the other.

As you bend down to tie up the laces on your trusty Dr Martens you hear a chuckle behind you. Peering over your shoulder you see Kenny pulling out his gear for the evening, his gaze fixed on the symbol you’ve drawn on your backside.

“My eyes aren’t on my ass Omega, keep them up here.” You gesture to your face, standing up straight and giving him the most coquettish smile you can muster.

He grins at your words. With an amused shrug he turns his back on you, pulling off his hoodie so you can’t get a clear view of his body. You do get a view of his back and can see the muscles shift as he runs a hand through his curls. He’s not lost much of his physique in his time off and you have to praise him for that.

You catch Matt’s eye as you go to leave, noticing the wicked grin on his face as his eyes flick back and forth between you and Kenny.

You decide to go find a TV somewhere quiet to watch tonight’s show alone, feeling the need to clear your head before you go out in front of the ravenous crowd.

The show goes well, with the Danielson/Garcia storyline progressing and providing a sweet moment where the crowd chants for Garcia instead of booing him. Punk calls out Hangman unnecessarily, which you find to be out of order, knowing full well that Adam isn’t here tonight to defend himself.

You give a small cheer for Mox when he comes back out later on to call Punk out again, interrupting Tony Nese’s entrance.

Whilst Toni and Kilynn battle it out in the ring together you take this as a good point to stroll towards the backstage area near the tunnels. You’ve had well over an hour to relax and unwind, which you feel has done you the world of good.

As you approach, you spot Don Callis stood a way off with Kenny. The Bucks are nowhere to be seen yet, so you stand around on your phone. You eventually feel a presence and look up to see Kenny stood beside you, fiddling with the tape around his wrists. He’s decked out in a sleeveless, duster-like jacket, with a black compression top on underneath. A precaution, perhaps?

Then you spot the shoulder brace protecting his left side.

“Are you sure you’re ready to wrestle?” You ask him, concern laced into your tone. He doesn’t answer, still struggling with a bit of tape that’s dangling off his wrist. You stand in front of him and grab his arm, tucking the end of the tape in so that it’s secure. With no further distraction he’s forced to look at you.

“There’s no question about it. Besides, this is all just kayfabe for the audience. I feel great.” He assures you, although you can sense his true feelings in his voice. You search his eyes, but all you can see right now is worry. Someone who is scared of doing the one thing he loves the most and screwing it up.

You can hear Le Faccion Ingobernable’s theme hit in the background and know that very shortly you’ll have to go out there with the Bucks.

“Be careful out there. I’d rather you walk back here a winner than us have to carry you back.” You tell him, a fuzzy feeling spreading in your chest when a soft smile spreads across his face, his eyes twinkling with a newfound passion.

“I dread to think what the AEW’s mighty Alpha would do to me if I wasn’t careful.” His tone is playful once more, and you can’t see any hint of those pesky nerves that you feel all too often. Come to think of it though, you didn’t felt nervous around him at all right now, something which you take joy in, as you finally feel relaxed in his presence. Maybe it’s the humbleness of him, that sudden realisation that Kenny Omega is not the god-like character you see him as onscreen.

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You could’ve killed him following that barrier spot. Careful, is what you had asked for and this was his idea of it?

Part of you felt like a mark for getting so worked by Kenny’s impeccable selling of each injury and every spot, yet every single strike or move that connected with his body made you cringe.

At the end of the match, following a slight struggle to get the One-Winged Angel, Kenny got the pin and it was finally over. You could breathe easy again.

Remembering that you were still on air, you slid into the ring and knelt beside him, placing a hand on his side where you could feel the bandages wrapping up his torso underneath his shirt.

The Bucks beckoned you to leave the square, knowing the turn on Dragon Lee that was about to take place in the ring. You both slid out and stepped away, one of your arms wrapped around his waist as Kenny leant on you, his “good” arm wrapped around your shoulders. As you closed the distance to reach Matt and Nick, Kenny turns his head and buries his face into your hair, obscuring his lips, from the camera.

“I’m okay.” He mutters to you.

It’s all you need to quell the worry that has sat in your stomach for the past 25 minutes.

Although you know he was only doing so to hide his face, you can’t help but feel a wave of goose bumps erupt at the nape of your neck from the feeling of his lips brushing your ear. You have to mentally slap yourself in order to not lose focus on your current task of acting it up for the camera.

You don’t see the Hammerlock DDT that Andrade enacts on Dragon Lee, but you hear the confused shouts of the crowd and finally see the live feed on the screens go off.

The show is over. But not quite.

Nick runs to the ring, hoping to defend Dragon and in doing so warding off Andrade and Rush. Matt helps Dragon out of the ring and you watch as he manages to hobble off backstage. Kenny moves back towards the ring, his arm leaving your shoulders and instead grabbing your hand, bringing you along with him. His hold never breaks as he helps you up the steel steps.

Matt is sat on the ropes, creating a gap for you to slip through and Kenny follows suit, having retrieved a microphone from Justin Roberts.

You stand in the ring as Kenny addresses the crowd in earnest regarding his return to wrestling. You stand quietly, unable to stop the infectious smile that is plastered across your face as you listen to him.

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