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offside-the-lines · 4 months

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tell me who i run to (if not you) | anthony beauvillier

"The first sip is joy, the second is gladness, the third is serenity, the fourth is madness, the fifth is ecstasy." - Jack Kerouac

Summary In July of 2023, Evie looked at a list of cities in North America and rolled a die. Just like that, she packed up her life and moved to Chicago, a fresh start. The 2023-24 NHL season started well for Tito; he did not expect the call on November 28th telling him that he was being traded. To the worst team in the league. And just like that. 10 months after being ripped from his home, he had to pack up and move again. To an unfamiliar city, and to unfamiliar faces. Which is why, when Tito and Evie ran into each other, quite literally, on Christmas morning, they both latched on to a familiar face. Over the next few months, they became close friends. They didn’t talk about the nights shared in Chicago clubs. They didn’t need to. Because they're just friends. Right?

This is a completed fic split into episodes for easier reading. It was written for @bqstqnbruin as part of the Winter Fic Exchange 2k24 hosted by @wyattjohnston.

Episode 1. Blue Christmas (4.9k) Episode 2. I. Winter (4.4k) Episode 3. Pal-entine's Day (4.8k) Episode 4. Four-leaf Clover (5.5k) Episode 5. Evie's Birthday 🌶️ (5.6k) Episode 6. II. Spring (4.8k) Episode 7. Not Goodbye 🌶️🌶️ (5.4k) Episode 8. III. Summer (4.8k) Episode 9. Tito's Birthday (4.2k)

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Author's Notes: This fic was written for @bqstqnbruin as part of the Winter Fic Exchange 2k24 hosted by @wyattjohnston. It got so out of control long so quickly. I genuinely had so much fun writing this, it's basically my magnum opus; if you look closely, I think you can probably see my soul in there somewhere. I would like to thank @devilssacrament, @wyattjohnston, and @forgottenflowers for being my editors, holding my hand and keeping me sane in this. Also, thanks to @swissboyhisch, and @imperatorrrrr for being a sounding board for ideas . All of your help and support has meant so much to me. You are all just the fucking best, I am sorry this has been my entire personality for the past month, I will probably return to normal soon. Probably...

Tropes: a gut-wrenching mix of angst and fluff with a happy ending, slow burn friends to lover (tbh, idiots to lovers let's be real), alternating POVs

Warnings: alcohol (one instance of alcohol poisoning by side character), mature content bordering on smut (mostly occurring in clubs/public), references to a toxic past relationship. Disclaimer: This series is set in Chicago but does not mention the name of the team based there. Only other Chicago players mentioned by name are: Nick Foligno, Jason Dickinson and Connor Bedard. Other notes: NHL players featured Mat Barzal (a heavily featured supporting character/bestie) and brief mentions of Zach Hyman and Matt Martin. Assume that Tito and Evie are always speaking in French with each other.

Face claim for Evie (if you want one, but you can imagine whoever you like): Adeline Rudolph

Fun Tidbits: Original Character (she/her) called Genevieve Gignac or Evie (pronounced eh-vee) is the oldest sibling of Tito's juniors teammate and friend Brandon Gignac. Along with their other sibling Wiliam, they grew up in Montreal. Evie had been living in Toronto for six years, before moving to Chicago in the summer before the fic starts. I did way too much research so a lot of the little facts are true. Nicknames: (ma) chouette (shoo-wet): owl (mon) chou/chouchou (shoo): in practice, honey, sugar, baby, sweetheart // by definition, my cabbage or my profiterole/cream puff (depends who you ask) Solours (soul-oars): the Québécois name for the yellow Care Bear with the smiling sun on its belly Solou’ (soul-oo): a diminutive Evie decides to use

Cook, Cook, drink your tea, But save some in the pot for me. We'll watch the tea leaves in our cup When our drink is all sipped up. Happiness or fortune great, What will our future be? -- "Afternoon Tea at Pittock Mansion" by R.Z. Berry

Episode Synopses:

Blue Christmas Evie and Tito are both starting life anew in Chicago. It's an unfamiliar city with unfamiliar faces. They're both alone on Christmas. Maybe it's fate that brings them together. Jason and Alandra Dickinson are already smelling smoke from this fire.

I. Winter Tito injures his wrist in the first game of 2024, he’s out for 6-8 weeks and then his car breaks down. He thinks maybe he’s cursed. Evie becomes a shoulder to lean on. Barzy gets suspicious.

Pal-entine’s Day Tito returns her kindness by being a shoulder Evie can lean on when she is having a hard time after all-star break. She tells him it’s anxiety about work. He brings her a box of pastries and they cuddle on the couch all day; he doesn’t realize it’s Valentine’s Day. Later, a hook-up goes very wrong.

Four-leaf Clover Tito’s been playing again, and during his first stretch of away games begins to miss home. Well, Evie’s home anyway. When he sees her in the bar, he can’t help but show it. Barzy calls him out on his lies.

Evie’s Birthday Sometimes the music moves you. Sometimes the bass pounding in your chest makes you do things you wouldn’t do. Fuck it, it’s your birthday. That’s what Evie tells herself anyway. There are gifts given, but there are also secrets kept.

II. Spring Tito tries to tell her— he does— It’s just he needs to find the right time, and something keeps coming up. Evie’s honest with herself. But does that even matter? Mat decides maybe it is his time to intervene.

Not Goodbye Evie realizes that her time is running out. To do what? She doesn’t know. But she has one last night to find out. That is until— Well. It’s too late now. Tito flies home and wonders if that will be the worst mistake of his life.

III. Summer They try to get on with their summers as if nothing is wrong, convincing no one. How long will it take them to realize they can’t keep pretending like everything’s fine? And who will finally take the leap of faith?

Tito’s Birthday Tito receives the best birthday present he has ever gotten: the girl he loves standing at his parent’s front door. It was never destiny or fate; it can only be by choice. And they’ll choose each other every time. Eventually, anyway.

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loveesiren · 7 months

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𝖲𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗎𝗌𝗍 - 𝖢.𝖲. (𝗉𝗍. 1)

Author's Note: First series about Chris & Y/n! I have a lot of ideas for them so I hope you enjoy part one! I was inspired to write this by the song Martin & Gina by Polo G 🫶🏼 This chapter is in Chris's POV but it will go back & forth!

Synopsis: (Chris's POV) Chris would do absolutely anything to keep his best friend safe and happy.

Warnings: Language, small use of the word r*pe (nothing happens), alcohol/over drinking, fluff

Word Count: 2k+

Chris’s POV

My eyes were locked on her. I couldn’t help but smile as I watched the way she moved her body on the dancefloor. She was so effortlessly beautiful. She always had been.

I was fascinated by her the second I met her at nine years old. It was the first time I ever felt any type of feeling for a girl. The way she smiled and waved at me from across the street as she helped her parents carry boxes inside. I couldn’t help but smile back. And when my mom insisted me and my brothers go help our new neighbors, I got choked up in her presence.

But that’s a story I’ll reminisce about another day. Right now my job as her best friend was to protect her at all costs. Y/n had a lot of ups and downs in her life and I was by her side for every single one of them. But now that we were in our 20’s living in LA, free from the confines of our parents and hometown, she really loved to let loose and forget everything that ever happened to her. I loved watching her have fun but she wasn’t always the most graceful drunk. And if I’ve learned anything from the guys that frequent the sleazy bars and clubs downtown, it’s that they have no respect for women, which made my drunk and vulnerable best friend an easy target.

So yeah, while my brothers and friends were also letting loose, I always had an eye on Y/n and remained close enough to her to rescue her if she needed me but not too close that I was hovering like an overprotective dog.

Me and Matt both threw back a shot of whiskey at the bar. I checked my phone, it was 11:34 pm. Taking me all of two, maybe three seconds tops. I glanced back over to where I had last seen Y/n and Madi dancing but now Y/n was missing. I make my way through the sea of people towards Madi.

“Where’s Y/n?!” I yell over the music.

Madi looks around. “I don’t know! She was just here!”

I could feel my stomach tighten as I looked around the room. She couldn’t have gone far, I only looked away for two seconds. My eyes landed on her new gold dress, she was barely able to walk, leaning on some random guy for support as he led her towards the exit of the club.

“Y/n!” I yelled, pushing past people to get to her as quickly as I could. I reached out and grabbed her arm, spinning her around to face me. “Y/n! Are you okay?!”

“Chrisssyyyyy!” She beamed and fell into me, wrapping her arms loosely around my neck. “I’m drunkkkk!”

“Yo, do you mind? I’m tryna get some tail!” The skeezy fuck that had his dirty hands on her said to me.

“Uh, yeah, I fucking mind!” I snapped back at him, pulling Y/n to my side. “Back the fuck up, homie!”

“What’s going on?!” Nick asked as he approached with Matt and Madi.

I handed Y/n off to Madi. “This fucking sleaze bag was about to take Y/n home and fucking rape her!”

“I wasn’t gonna rape her, man! She said she was down!” He replied.

“Does she look like she’s in any state to consent?!” Nick shot back at him.

I could feel a heat rising in my chest as he eyed Y/n again.

“Looks like she takes it all the time!” The guy laughed and it triggered an immediate reaction in me.

Before I even knew what was happening, my fist crashed against his jaw, knocking it out of place. He attempted to swing back but I was already two steps ahead of him, laying into him with everything I had.

“Chris!” Matt and Nick yelled simultaneously, grabbing my arms and pulling me away as a few other people dragged the guys limp body away from me.

“Say it again, homie! See what fucking happens!” I was screaming at him. “Oh what’s that?! Can’t talk with a busted ass jaw?!”

“You three, out!” The bouncer yelled, grabbing me, Nick, and Matt and throwing us out the front door. “Get out of here before the cops show up, kid.” He said to me.

“I’m not leaving without Y/n.” I told him.

“We’re coming…” Madi said, guiding Y/n out of the club.

I took her into my arms once again and tilted her chin up to look at me. “Y/n, sweetheart. Look at me.” I said to her, it took a moment for her eyes to focus but once they did she smiled. “You okay?”

“Mhmm,” She giggled. “I missed you!” She had no recollection of what just happened.

I was annoyed with the events that just took place but her honey soaked voice always made me smile. “Let’s get you home, yeah?”

“Mmmmkay…” She agreed. “

“Is she okay?” Matt asked.

“She’ll be fine. I’m taking her home.” I told them. “You guys can stay out if you want.”

“You sure you don’t need any help?” Nick asked.

“I got her. Go have fun. I’ll see you guys in the morning.” I said, crouching down slightly. “Get on my back, sweetheart.” I said to Y/n.

She sloppily threw herself against me, wrapping her arms around my neck and I helped her onto my back. She was minutes away from passing out and since home was right up the street, I didn’t mind carrying her.

“Alright…text us when you’re home.” Matt said. I gave him a mock salute and made my way towards my house.

“Y/n, wake up!” I whispered to her softly as I let her down. “We’re home.”

“Hmm?” She hummed.

“We’re home. Let’s get you to bed, okay?”

“Chris, I don’t feel good…” She said.

“Are you gonna be si-” I was quickly cut off with the answer to my question as she threw up all over her new dress. “Fuck, sweetheart, come here.” I shifted her to the side so that she was aiming for the bushes as I held her hair back. “Just let it out.” She puked for a full minute before finally being able to catch her breath.

“I might have drank too much…” She said softly. Her voice was hoarse.

She seemed so weak and pitiful. It broke my heart. I hated seeing her like this. “It’s okay, let’s get you cleaned up, okay? Can you walk?”

She nodded. I led her into the house and helped her downstairs to my room. I turned on the shower and grabbed her some towels. “I’ll grab you some clothes to wear. Do you want me to wash your dress?”

“Yes please…” She said softly.

“I’ll be right back,” I said as I closed the bathroom door, allowing her to strip out of her dress and heels. I went to my dresser and grabbed my favorite t-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts. I also grabbed her a bottle of water. She already had her own drawer in my bathroom with all of her basic necessities. She stayed over all the time so I wanted to be sure she had everything she needed. I went over and knocked on the door. She swung it open, a towel draped around her body and mascara running down her cheeks.

“Y/n, what’s wrong? Do you feel sick again?” I asked.

“No. I’m just…I’m sorry…” She mumbled.

“Hey!” I said, taking her chin between my thumb and index finger, forcing her to look up at me. “Don’t be sorry. Everything is fine, alright?” She sniffled softly and I pulled her in for a hug, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. “Take your time, get cleaned up, okay? I’ll make you something to eat and then we can go to bed, yeah?”

She nodded in agreement and I smiled at her. “Here’s some clean clothes and water. Give me your dress, I’ll throw it in the wash. She handed me her dress and I moved to close the door. “Yell if you need me, okay?”

She smiled in agreement and with that, I left her alone to gather herself. I headed upstairs and threw her dress in the washer. I looked at all the cycle options with confusion, trying to decide how exactly this machine worked. I picked up my phone and texted Matt.

Chris: How do I work the washer?

Matt: What are you washing?

Chris: Y/n’s dress. She got sick.

Matt: Just put a little bit of detergent in, turn it to delicate and press start.

Chris: Thx bro

I put my phone down and sighed. I went to the freezer and grabbed a pizza, throwing it in the oven before I thought back on the events of the night. I couldn’t fucking believe how shitty some people were. What if I hadn’t caught Y/n in time? What if she ended up in that dude's car and he took her home to do God knows what? It made me sick just thinking about it. I looked down at my hand and noticed the dried blood on my knuckles. I didn’t notice it until now but the second I realized I had split one open I began to feel the pain.

I went over to the sink to scrub my hands, hissing as the water ran over the gash on my knuckle, proving to be a lot larger than I had originally thought. I opened the cabinet above the microwave where Nick had dedicated a space to cures for any ailment. I pulled out the first aid kit and wrapped a bandage around my hand, using my teeth to tear the cloth.

The oven went off and I pulled the pizza out, cutting it and throwing a few slices onto a plate. It was a regular cheese pizza but I knew it would help sober Y/n up a bit so she could hopefully sleep peacefully tonight.

I grabbed a Pepsi and water from the fridge and made my way downstairs. When I got to my room, Y/n was still in the shower. I put her pizza and water on her side of the bed and grabbed the remote, flipping through the channels to find something decent to watch at this hour. I finally landed on Spongebob and thought that would be a good option to fall asleep to.

I heard the shower shut off and I scrolled my phone as I waited for Y/n to join me in bed. It was another 20 minutes before she finally emerged from the bathroom.

“Hey! How’re you feeling?” I ask her as I pulled the covers back for her to get into bed. She looked so cute with her braided hair and bare face with my t-shirt draped over her like a dress.

“A little better,” She shrugged. “Less drunk.”

“Good. Let’s get some sleep, sweetheart.”

“I don’t even remember what happened tonight. I completely blacked out.” She said as she sat in bed and hugged her knees to her chest.

“Don’t worry about it,” I said, pulling her into me. “Everything is fine. You’re here and you’re safe, okay?” She nodded and rested her head on my shoulder. She felt so weak and fragile. “Do you want some food? I made pizza if you want it.”

“Maybe in a bit,” She sniffles. “Can we just cuddle first?”

“Of course, come here.” I leaned back and Y/n rested her head on my chest. I dragged my fingers softly over her back, willing her to sleep while she had an arm and leg draped over me.

In less than ten minutes I could hear soft snores escape her lips and I smiled. I felt like such a dick for losing sight of her. I had to keep reminding myself that she was here with me and safe. Nothing could hurt her now.

She was an adult and she could do as she pleased. But I so badly just wanted to spend eternity with her here in my room where I knew I could protect her from all the evil of the world. She didn’t deserve the shit life has thrown at her and watching her drink her pain away broke my heart. I wish I knew how to help her…

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thesupreme316 · 11 months

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hiiiiii I hope you have a amazing day,

I was wondering how the Aew boys react if someone try to use you against them like during the matches with them or in backstage with them busy with a other match ( like the attacker interrupt the match to show you being attacked) , I hope this makes sense 😭

i gotchuuuuu sweetheartttt

AEW Stars React To: You Being Attacked by Their Opponents

Pairings: Kenny Omega X Reader, Ricky Starks X Reader, Hook X Reader, Darius Martin X Reader, Nick Wayne X Reader, Daniel Garcia X Reader, Eddie Kingston X Reader

Word Count: 1.2K

Supreme Speaks: Thanks to anon for this request (YALL KEEP EM COMING), this was really fun and a little bit different than how I typically post these. please know that you are loved and appreciated

Warnings: ANGST and fluff but ANGST, GIFS are NOT mine, not proofread

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

**Every person has their own backstory (in a wrestling world where I am a fantastic booker/producer) and the person who attacked them are in ()**

Eddie Kingston (BCC)

This happened during Eddie’s match against Christian Cage

Eddie didn’t want you out there in fear that Christian might rizz you up (or even Luchasurus no judgment)

So as he’s about to finish the match; the titantron shows up with you on the floor as Wheeler Yuta and Claudio tower over you

Eddie goes berserk; he no longer cares about the match; fuck the match

He leaves the match to rush to your aid with a kendo stick; whacking and cursing anyone who dares get in the way

He gets to you and hits Claudio and Wheeler as they run away; he holds you with so much care and curses himself out too

“Fuck Claudio and his Yorkie bitch! Fuck, I should have kept an eye on you doll. I’m sorry, it’s my fault”

Legit feels bad about the situation (it almost reduces him to tears) as you are put in an ambulance

Looks at Mox and says “You betta pray that she’s okay or Renee won’t be able to recognize her husband”

Darius Martin (Kingdom)

Okay hear me out; the Kingdom attacks you and then throws you on stage during Darius’ match to distract him

He looks at Action Andretti and Matt Sydal as they tell him to check on you; Darius goes with you backstage as doctors check on you

He’s silent….which is unusual and almost unsettling for you; he’s really taking everything to heart and is angrily simmering

“I’m so sorry that they dragged you into my mess, but I promise I will fix this”

He really feels remorseful about everything and certainly disappointed with himself that he allowed this to happen

Next week; he comes out with a chair and whoops ass

But I think he would go so far to the point where Andretti and Matt have to come out and say stop

He calms down and sits with you backstage for the rest of the show (he prolly will never take his eyes off you again)

Hook (Jack Perry)

Mans is fucking up everyone in sight

Bad enough that Jack took his title and refused to give him a rematch; so Hook is wrestling a jobber

As Hook has his opponent in the Redrum; Jack pops up on the screen with Anna Jay who is just choking you out (wish it was me)

Hook keeps the submission on long enough for the bell to ring before zooming backstage; just as Anna and Jack getaway

He is livid and starts throwing people left and right until he realizes that you are still on the ground

I think he feels exposed at the fact you were attacked cause he really does care about you

He helps you up and is visibly upset; vows to get revenge but then has a better idea

Two weeks later; he returns with you in tow and you two start WHOOPING THOSE TRICKS (to the point where the FTW championship is on the line in a tag team match; ex Edge and Kelly Kelly vs Dolph Ziggler and Laycool)

Nick Wayne (Swerve)

THIS SWEET BABY

He honestly doesn’t know what to think (and what he did to deserve Swerve hating him so much)

I feel like as soon as he sees your unconscious self on the screen, he would immediately dash backstage (like Eddie)

He would run up to your body “Y/N! Are you okay?” Before getting attacked by Swerve and AR Fox; who would then be run off by Best Friends

As he falls to the ground and when he wakes up, Nick would think that he’s a failure (DESPITE NOTHING IS HIS FAULT)

It would really take you constantly reassuring him that he was fine and nothing is his fault

“Yeah sure, but if I can’t protect you from attacks; then what kind of a man and wrestler am I?”

Like Darius, Nick would never allow you to leave his sight

Not until he ended this feud with Swerve

Kenny Omega (Will Ospreay)

Kenny would be that person who would just fill his mind continuously

During his match against Jon Moxley (sorry), The United Empire shows up with you about to go through a table

He turns his attention as Jon rolls him up and wins; Kenny immediately runs to the back

The Bucks attack the group and you are dropped on the floor (not through the table); you have no injuries

As he approaches backstage, mans is worried and anxiety has filled his body

Subconsciously declares war with Opsreay and will allow guilt to take over his mind

“I swear to you that Ospreay, that son of a bitch, will pay for this shit. And he will literally pay for your therapy (bitch take the free therapy plz)”

So much to the point where he’s not smiling anymore and treats every match like a deathmatch

Tbh, as long as Will shows up, Kenny will attack him without fail

Ricky Starks (CM Punk/The Factory)

OKAY LISTEN TO ME I believe that CM Punk would do some fucked up shit (as a true heel)

So during after Ricky’s match on Collision (who hasn’t seen you all night), Punk would show the footage of you being attacked by The Factory

But then he would say; “but that was earlier tonight”

And then BAM Punk attacks Ricky from behind and leaves him the ring

Ricky is upset at himself for not recognizing that you were missing all night and mad that he allowed Punk to attack him and you

Immediately checks on you and apologizes profusely

“I’m so sorry; I should have noticed, I should have made sure you were beside me-” “Ricky, you have been saying I’m sorry for the past hour” “Because I am!”

Would cut a vicious promo on Punk that embarrassed and angered him at the same time

Vows to get his revenge and starts it by attacking Punk

Daniel Garcia (Chris Jericho)

OKAY WOULD LOVE TO DO A POST ON HOW I WOULD BOOK DANNY’S EXIT FROM JAS

Danny is on the verge of leaving the JAS due to differences and Chris’ power trips, and you are his escape from it all

Chris knows this and tries to use it to his advantage; he tries to talk to you about Danny and keeping him in the JAS

To which you disagree and say it’s his decision; to which he got angry….and to which he may or may not have hit you with the baseball bat (CAUSE HE’S A JACKASS)

All of this was shown during Daniel and Sammy’s tag team match; Danny immediately jumped down from the apron (essentially leaving Sammy hanging) and ran to the back

He would be so angry that he would quit the JAS right then and there

Time skip, you were okay; when Danny told you the news, you were happy but you wouldn’t show it to him, asking him if he was sure

“Y/N, your safety, and well-being is more important to me than Jericho’s trash ass club. And it always will be.”

The following weeks are filled with confrontations until Daniel joins the BCC (who are not complete assholes in this universe)

HES FREE

Thank you for coming to my TedTalk

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leafsbabe · 9 months

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…𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒚-𝒇𝒊𝒗𝒆

𝒉𝒊 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒔, unfortunately i'm unable to escape the passage of time so i've recently turned twenty-five. to make the whole ordeal a little sweeter i want to celebrate with you in the only way i know how: silly little writings. so there's going to be twenty-five different things coming your way.

𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 ♡

♡ Vince Dunn - smut

♡ Sidney Crosby - nsfw alphabet

♡ Tyler Glasnow - breeding kink headcanon

♡ Thomas Bordeleau - sex headcanon

♡ Sidney Crosby - smut

♡ Matthew Tkachuk - nsfw alphabet

♡ Patrik Laine - boyfriend headcanon

♡ Vince Dunn - fluff

♡ Jeff Skinner - nsfw alphabet

♡ Matt Martin - breeding kink headcanon

♡ Matt Martin - sex headcanon

♡ Tyler Glasnow - smut

♡ Travis Kelce - nsfw alphabet

♡ Matthew Tkachuk - smut

♡ Justin Herbert - smut

♡ Jeff Skinner - smut

♡ Travis Kelce - smut

♡ Travis Kelce - sex headcanon

♡ Nico Hischier - breeding kink headcanon

♡ Andrei Svechnikov & Sebastian Aho & Teuvo Teräväinen - fluff

♡ 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒊 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒚

#...so this is twenty-five

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hookhausenschips · 7 months

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⚪️Newer works will be listed first⚪️

Fluff🌸 Smut🔥 Angst💔 Social Media 📸

AEW Roster

Action Andretti

Billy Gunn

Bullet Club Gold

Daniel Garcia

Dante Martin

Darius Martin

Eddie Kingston

Hangman Adam Page

Hook

House Of Black

Isiah Kassidy

Jon Moxley

Kenny Omega

Matt Jackson

Nick Jackson

Orange Cassidy

Ricky Starks

Skye Blue

Wardlow

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lesgetittkookie · 2 years

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redamancy - jjk (part I)

⤖ genre: fluff, future smut, angst, gardener!jeongguk x rich!reader, okay but jeongguk isn't really a gardener like that but you'll see, kinda slow burn but not really, strangers to lovers

⤖ pairing: jeongguk x female reader

⤖ rating: 18+

⤖word count: approx. 5.1 k words

⤖ warnings: as of right now, none

⤖ part ii

summary: jeongguk is just a normal dude with a simple routine. wake up, go to the gym, work his job as a waiter at this posh upscale restaurant in the heart of gangnam before coming home to a night full of video games and ramen (it's delicious and cheap). that routine gets disrupted when he accidentally taps the back of an expensive sports car of one of the richest men in south korea. considering he's broke, he couldn't afford to pay for the damages so the man makes a deal with him by offering him to work at his house as one of the gardeners. jeongguk takes it but wasn't prepared to meet this beautiful young woman who's constantly lounging by the pool, you, the rich man's daughter.

redamancy (n.) the act of loving the one who loves you; a love returned in full

Sweaty, dirty, thirsty, hungry, and exhausted. Those are all of the things that Jeongguk is feeling at the moment. With his sore legs dragging him across the vibrant green lawn where the sprinkles are going off, he pushes the wheelbarrow full of all the gardening tools that he has to put back into the damn shed.

The harsh rays of the sun are glaring down at him, his white t-shirt drenched with sweat, clinging to his chest like a second skin. He's breathing heavily, tired from picking up bags of soil all morning. The other gardener, Juno, was too weak to pick up the bags which led to Jeongguk doing them because how bad can it be.

It was bad.

Especially when you have a lawn that is about the size of a damn soccer field.

Okay, maybe not that big, Jeongguk is just exaggerating.

He's just really tired and hungry. He has leftover spicy rice cakes and a beautiful PlayStation 4 waiting for him at home. He wants to jump on with his friends and play for the rest of the night. But no, it just had to wait. Because Jeongguk took up the offer of doing this damn gardening job so he can pay off this debt he owes to the man who owns that mansion he's working at right now.

If you're wondering how he owes this debt, Jeongguk will explain.

FLASHBACK

It all started when Jeongguk woke up one late afternoon completely sleeping through all of his alarms for work. To make it worse, he wasn't even in his bed. He was lying next to this naked chick, unaware of what her name was but all he remembered was that he met her at one of his hyung's parties where he was drunk out of his mind. One thing led to another and eventually, Jeongguk ended up at her place where they had sex all night long.

He had to rush out of the door, completely ignoring the girl's call of his name. He had no time for breakfast or getting to know her. She was a screamer, that's for sure. He thinks he can still feel his ears ringing.

He ran a few blocks down to his apartment building where he was rushing to get his uniform before hopping into his shitty truck that took a few turns to start. As he drove down towards the restaurant he works out, he ended up misjudging the car in front of him, he rammed the front of his car into the back of a matte black Aston Martin DB9.

Banging his head against his steering wheel while muttering fuck fuck fuck repeatedly, he had to begrudgingly get out of his car and prepared to face the wrath of an angry rich person. At least that's what he thought.

Instead, the man calmly approached his car, sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose, dressed in a gray suit that must've been worth more than Jeongguk's life. Jeongguk immediately bowed, apologizing profusely.

"Sir, I am so sorry," He hates apologizing, "I thought you were going to stop and I braked too late. I can pay for the damages.” No, he can’t.

The man looks at him with a raised brow, giving his car a once over before glancing at Jeongguk as if asking ‘can you really?’

“Okay so maybe I can’t,” Jeongguk admits, scratching the nape of his neck while avoiding the other man’s judgemental eyes. “Look, I’m poor. Like when I say poor, I mean I’ve been living off of ramen and pizza rolls these past few weeks.”

The man looks like he’s holding back a laugh, lips turned up at the corners. He takes a look down at his watch, again, probably worth more than Jeongguk. He clicks his tongue, foot tapping against the ground. He was definitely in a hurry. Maybe he’ll let Jeongguk off the…

“Do you have any gardening experience?”

Nevermind. He was not off the hook.

Gardening experience? He can’t remember the last time he’s kept a plant alive. One time his Hyung, Namjoon, asked him if he could water his plants for him while he was away to see his family in Ilsan for a few days. Long story short, Jeongguk completely forgot and got a call from a very upset Hyung because his plants were all shriveled up and dying.

So no, Jeongguk does not have any gardening experience.

Jeongguk looks at him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Um… not really.”

The man lets out another sigh, shaking his head. “Look, I don’t have time but you can pay me back by working for me for a few days. Our lawn and backyard are being renovated and I’m sure you can help out. But here,” He pulls out what looks like a business card and hands it to Jeongguk, “Call this number and tell them Mr. Kim told you to call them about the job.”

What the fuck. Why why why.

He should’ve never drank that damn peach soju at the party the previous night.

Jeongguk looks down at the card in his hand, taking in the name and number. He squints at the name of the man, curious as to why it looks so familiar. He looks back up at the man who’s looking at him expectantly. Jeongguk lets out a sigh, nodding because what other choice does he have? Maybe the man will forget all about it if he just never calls the–

“Can you give me your name and contact information? I already have your license plate down.”

Nevermind.

Jeongguk is ready to jump in front of the damn bus.

“Uh yeah yeah,” He answers, telling the man his name and phone number. “I’ll uh, call them as soon as I get off work.”

Wait. Work! He’s so fucked.

“Okay Jeongguk, make sure you call otherwise… you’re gonna have to face the consequences,” The man warns in a stern tone, and Jeongguk nods.

“Yes sir, I understand,” He does not understand why life is so cruel to him.

“Good, take care,” And with that, the man goes back into his car and drives off.

Where’s that damn bus? He’s ready to end it once and for all.

FLASHBACK ENDS

And this is how Jeongguk ended up here. Soaked in sweat, wearing this ugly green jumpsuit he’s required to wear. The material of the suit was so thick, that Jeongguk couldn’t bear it in the heat anymore which led him to unbutton the upper half and tie the sleeves around his waist. He sure got some nasty and judging looks from the other workers for showing off the ink that is covering both of his arms.

“Jeongguk! Jeongguk!” A slightly high-pitched voice calls out, causing him to stop in his tracks and let out a sigh, eyes shut because he can’t catch a break from anyone. He doesn’t turn around, letting the person walk up to him.

“Hey man, what’s up?” Jeongguk asks Dohyun, one of the other gardeners. He was the one who showed Jeongguk around when he first showed up at the house and gave him a small tour of the places and rooms they were allowed to be in which wasn’t very much. They were outside most of the time, only being able to access a part of the house for bathroom breaks and lunch.

Dohyun was a sweet guy. Bubbly, talkative, and socializing. All of the things Jeongguk isn’t. When he first met Dohyun, he was just about ready to quit, tired of hearing about the recent anime the kid has been watching. He made the mistake of telling him that he’s watched Attack on Titans – it was a very big mistake – because, for the rest of the shift, he just couldn’t shut up. He’d be telling Jeongguk about his theories which quite frankly, Jeongguk did not ask for but he just nodded and hummed to pretend like he was listening. That’s what he does most of the time now whenever Dohyun starts up a conversation with him.

He’s about 2 years younger than Jeongguk. He’s always wearing these thick glasses frames along with an anime shirt beneath his jumpsuit. His hair is long and always in his mouth when he’s speaking which makes Jeongguk wonder if he’s ever going to get a damn haircut.

“How’s it going?” Dohyun asks with a bright smile.

“Oh you know,” Jeongguk waves his hand over to the wheelbarrow full of tools. “Just packing stuff up for the day.”

“Nice nice,” Dohyun nods, “I just wanted to know if you wanted to grab some lunch after we finish working?”

Hell to the no. Never. Not in a million years.

Sue him but if he goes to lunch with this guy, he might end up duct-taping his mouth shut.

Jeongguk tries to come up with an excuse, the first thing that comes to mind is, “Oh uh sorry I can’t. I’m uh…” Come on, think. “I’m uh cat sitting for a friend of mine.” None of his friends have cats.

“Oh,” Dohyun responds, “I love cats! They’re so cute and cuddly. Except for this one time where…” And this is where Jeongguk blanks out, nodding to whatever the guy is saying. He just wants to put these damn tools in the shed and leave.

“Hey listen, that sounds great,” He has no idea what Dohyun was telling him when he interrupts his story, “But I’m kind of in a rush. Do you mind if we talk about this tomorrow?”

“Oh sure, no problem Hyung,” Dohyun gives Jeongguk an understanding smile, “Here, you want me to take this for you?” He grabs the handle before Jeongguk can even respond, attempting to push the barrow with all his mighty strength. To no avail, it does not move.

The dude is built like a twig. Jeongguk did not expect it to go anywhere.

“Hey don’t worry about it, I’ll take it there,” Jeongguk reassures him, lightly pushing him aside to he can grab the handles and start moving the barrow again.

“Okay I’ll help you put the tools back then,” He begins walking beside him and Jeongguk drops his head, letting out an exasperated sigh. God help me. Please.

They walk around the little pathway of the house, Dohyun chatting the whole way while Jeongguk just nods, pretending to be interested in the conversation. As they reach the shed, Jeongguk pushes the door open and begins taking out the tools. Just as he was about to hang the giant plant snips, he’s startled and drops it on his damn foot when he hears Dohyun let out a loud gasp.

Jeongguk curses, leaning his hand against the wood wall of the shed, taking a deep breath to calm himself down because he was just about ready to cuss Dohyun out. He turns his head to look over at Dohyun, mouth open when he stops, following the other boy’s line of vision and attention which was on something a couple of feet away.

He closes his mouth, biting down on his pierced lip when he notices a woman walking towards the sun lounger by the large rectangular pool. She’s dressed in a simple bathing suit, simple but extremely sexy if you ask him. It’s a two-piece white bikini, clinging to the woman’s figure in such a way that it makes Jeongguk’s dick twitch in his pants. Her ass is perky and moves with every step she takes to the sun lounge.

He looks over at Dohyun who’s completely enamored by the woman, jaw slightly agape as he watches her like a child in an ice cream shop. The woman sits down on the sunbed, placing a book on the table beside it before she pulls her feet up and lies back.

She’s attractive. Her cleavage lightly spills out of the bandeau bikini top but it doesn’t seem intentional. Her wavy hair is hanging over her shoulders and she’s got cat-like sunglasses perched onto her nose. Her legs look smooth as silk, soaking in the rays of the beaming sun. She’s got a cute face too.

Jeongguk wonders who she is.

The moment is broken when he feels his foot throbbing, reminding him that he wants to give Dohyun a piece of his mind for making him drop the plant snips on his foot. Before he can say anything, Dohyun calls out to the woman, walking towards her. Or more like skip towards her.

“Hey Y/N!” He says excitedly, making Jeongguk slightly cringe at the sound. He contemplates whether or not he should take the chance to put the tools away because knowing Dohyun, something is bound to end up broken.

However, he is curious about who this girl is. She’s someone he’d flirt with if he saw her outside of this house.

Could it be Mr. Kim’s wife? Don’t rich dudes always have young wives who end up marrying them for money? He doesn’t know. This is his first time seeing you around the house. He shrugs, continuing to put the rest of the garden tools away but not without taking small glances at your face, a polite smile displayed towards Dohyun.

She’s got a pretty smile, Jeongguk thinks.

You let out a bored sigh, walking down the spiral staircase in your bathing suit, planning to chill by the pool for the afternoon. You still felt groggy even after sleeping in for almost 11 hours straight, exhausted from your 14-hour flight from the United States. You landed yesterday evening, and your family chauffeur picking up from the airport much to your disappointment. As much as you loved Mr. Kang, the sweet old man who’s been driving you around since you were a little girl, you were hoping that at least one of your parents would come with him to pick you up.

You should stop expecting things like that.

Your father, Kim Daejung, is one of South Korea’s most well-known movie directors. He’s had several hit movies, some even Oscar award-winning. He’s always traveling back and forth between Korea and the U.S., busy filming or writing his next script. Though you lived in the U.S. for almost four years, graduating with a degree in biology, he hardly visited you whenever he was there. Meanwhile, your mother, Kim Seoyeon, was a world-renowned fashion designer. She was too busy running her luxury clothing brand.

Your relationship with your parents isn’t particularly bad. You get along with them well. It’s just that they don’t spend enough time with you, too busy caught up in their work.

You have a younger brother, Suho, who’s currently in the U.K. attending a boarding school. Your parents thought it was best to send the both of you abroad as a way of becoming “independent” is how they like to put it. You know it’s more than just independence, they just didn’t want to be distracted from their jobs and they knew they couldn’t give you any time.

One of the maids gives you a respectful bow which you return with a smile, hugging the romance novel in your hand to your chest. You were a sucker for romance. Your best friend, Joy, constantly teases you for being such a hopeless romantic.

You’ve never been in an actual relationship before. You were too picky and none of the guys you’ve met have stood out to you. Sure, your mom has sent you on blind dates while you were studying abroad and she’d inform you that they were the sons of a well-known couple blah blah. All of the men you met on these blind dates were either stuck up or too self-absorbed, looking down upon other people which you couldn’t stand.

You were craving a type of love and relationship where the other person will pay attention to you. They’d shower you with affection and not just materialistic gifts. You were tired of those things. You just wanted them to listen to you and appreciate you. Love you for who you are and not your family name. You want their eyes to light up whenever they see you. Just someone that would treat you with respect and kindness. One day you hope to find that person.

But for now, you’ll just be sticking to the cheesy romance novels and the fake scenarios you have every night before bed.

Sliding open the glass door that leads to the backyard, you head towards the sun lounger by the pool. You take a deep breath, attempting to relax when you lie across the bed. Soaking in the warmth of the sun, you open the book and begin reading.

You barely got through three sentences because someone shouts your name, causing you to slightly flinch and drop your book. You look up to see who it is, eyes widening when you recognize it as Dohyun, one of the gardeners. You’ve known him since you guys were kids, seeing him come to your house with his grandpa whenever they’d work on the garden in the summer.

You wouldn’t say you guys are friends. Whenever you’d see him, you’d just give a polite smile and hi as a way of being nice. You didn’t want to ignore him whenever he’d greet you excitedly.

Your lips pull up into a smile, pretending to gasp in shock, “Dohyun, is that you?”

Dohyun nods vigorously, fiddling with his fingers as if he’s nervous. He would look at you and then look away shyly.

“How’ve you been, Y/N?” He asks you with that familiar bright smile he’d always flash you even as kids. He hasn’t changed a bit. Looks wise either.

“I’ve been well,” You respond, “I just got back yesterday evening.” You close your book to give him your full attention, not wanting to be rude.

“Ahhh how was America?” He asks with eagerness.

You shrug, not having much to say about it. “Eh, it was good. Just got my useless degree and came right back,” You chuckle and you see him shake his head.

“Biology is not useless. I’m sure you’re so smart now,” He says before his eyes widen and he looks at you nervously, “I-I m-mean not that you were n-never smart, I just mean like um,” He stutters, trying to find his words, “Just that you’re probably so much smarter you were before.” He winces, shaking his head at himself.

You give him another small smile, trying to hold back a laugh, “Don’t worry, I know what you mean.” You tell him and his shoulders relax, letting out a sigh of relief.

“Oh thank God,” He puts a hand over his chest, “I didn’t want you to think I was calling you dumb or something.”

“No worries, I didn’t think that,” you reassure him and he nods.

It becomes silent, awkward even because neither of you knows what to say. You purse your lips, staring at the pool whereas Dohyun is just standing there like an anxious mess, trying to figure out how to continue the conversation.

“So I was thinking that we could–” Dohyun begins but is interrupted by another male calling for him.

The voice is smooth and a little husky yet it’s soft. You both turn your heads towards the source of the voice, your breath hitching in your throat at the sight you see before you. It's a tall man wearing the same green jumpsuit as Dohyun except the top half is tied around his waist, revealing a white t-shirt that’s clinging to the man’s chest and showing off his toned chest. Both arms are covered in ink of various designs and you can see them start from his shoulder down to his veiny hands. His face is one that you’ve never seen before. He’s extremely handsome. He has brown doe eyes and a slightly big nose that suits his face. His jawline is as sharp as a razor and his bottom lip is slightly bigger than the upper lip. There are several piercings on each of his ears along with a barbell running through his right eyebrow and a hoop on his bottom lip. His hair is dark and unruly as if he’s run his hand through it multiple times.

God, he’s fucking hot.

You give his body a once over, taking in his small waist and strong thighs, making you gulp. Your eyes trail over his chest and his neck before looking up at his face only to make eye contact. You see the corner of his lip turn up into a knowing smirk causing you to look away with a flush to your cheeks and down into your lap.

“Dohyun,” The man says, “I finished putting the tools away so I’m about to head home.” He informs, making your stomach drop.

He’s already leaving? You don’t even know who he is but you want to at least catch his name.

“Oh okay, thanks Jeongguk,” Dohyun says to who you now know as Jeongguk.

“Yeah no problem man,” Jeongguk responds to the boy, eyes glancing at you once again.

It becomes quiet for a moment, the three of you not saying a single word, making it a little awkward. Jeongguk has moved to leave yet and you try not to look at him, fearing that he may catch you staring once again. You can’t be helped, you’ve never seen such a good-looking man before.

And he’s a damn gardener?

You might have to sit by the pool more often if that means getting to see him work.

“Oh Jeongguk,” Dohyun says, realizing that you guys do not know each other. “This is Y/N, she’s Mr. Kim’s daughter. She just got back from America yesterday,” He refers toward you with his hand and you look at Jeongguk to give him a polite smile. “Y/N, this is Jeongguk. He’s one of the newer gardeners.”

“Nice to meet you, Jeongguk,” You tell him, praying that your voice is steady when you speak.

He nods towards you, lips turned up into a small smile, “Likewise, Ms. Kim.”

“Oh please, call me Y/N,” You inform him and he nods.

“Y/N!” You hear your name being called, causing the three of you to turn your heads simultaneously towards the direction it came from.

You recognize it as your mother, immediately causing you to stand up. Both guys turn their heads to look at you again and you try not to flush when Jeongguk’s eyes give your now standing figure a once over. You try hiding your smile, pressing your lips together.

“Sounds like mother is home,” You inform them, excited to finally see her after so long. You bend over the table to grab your book, bringing it to your chest before looking at the guys with a sweet smile. “Well, it was good to see you again, Dohyun. And Jeongguk, it was nice to meet you.” You tell him and he nods, “I hope to see you around the house more,” You tell him, patting yourself on the back when your voice doesn’t unwaver.

You don't know where the sudden confidence came from.

Dohyun’s facial expression is unreadable when you say that, his eyes flickering between you and Jeongguk. Meanwhile, the latter has a smug look on his face, a knowing look in his eyes. You tuck your hair behind your ear, bowing to both of them before heading towards the door.

You feel a pair of eyes on your backside, causing you to walk a little faster because you just felt so damn flustered.

You don’t even know Jeongguk but he surely lit a spark in you that caused your stomach to flutter. You felt giddy and excited to see him once again.

“Okay but listen, hear me out,” Taehyung, one of Jeongguk’s closest friends, says to the entire table who groan out of exasperation because they just know he’s about to say something ridiculous, “If we all started selling feet pics, we’d be making a good amount of money.”

After his gardening job, Jeongguk had gone straight home to take a nap. Truth be told, he slightly lingered so he can catch a small glimpse of you once more before leaving but unfortunately, you never came back outside.

His oldest friend, Seokjin, had texted him around 5 PM, asking him if he wanted to go grab dinner with their other four friends.

“Tae,” Jeongguk groans before taking a bite out of his pizza, “How many times do I have to tell you? I don’t wanna put photos of my feet on the internet.” The other four men agree in unison with him.

“Dude, we can make so much money off of it. Ever heard of foot models?” Taehyung asks, looking at everyone as if they’re the ones being ridiculous.

“Yah! Those foot models probably pay tons of money to get their pedicures done. We’d get kicked out of the salons if they saw our feet,” Seokjin says, cheeks bulging from stuffing half the slice of pizza into his mouth.

“Agreed,” Jeongguk adds, gulping down half of his soda and burping out loud right after, making the other boys groan in disgust, before he continues speaking, “Hobi hyung’s feet always stink,” He dodges the fry thrown at his face, “ Namjoon hyung is missing his pinky toe after it got caught in the bicycle chain that one time,” Namjoon doesn’t argue, nodding his head in agreement because it’s true, “Jiminie hyung’s feet can be mistaken for a child,” He ignores the whining hey! from his hyung, “Yoongi hyung doesn’t need to sell feet pics because his toes are always out when he’s wearing those slides,” Yoongi shrugs, “And don’t even get me started with Jin hyung’s feet,” Jeongguk finishes, unapologetic to all of his offended hyungs.

“So you’re saying I have a chance?” Taehyung asks at the same time as Jin speaks.

“Who shat in your milk?” Jin asks bitterly, “And why the hell are you not eating the crusts? Are you a child? Give me that if you’re not gonna eat it,” Jeongguk wordlessly holds out his plate in one hand while the other is holding his fifth slice that he's currently munching on.

“Who hasn’t shat in my milk? I’ve had too much shit going on lately,” Jeongguk tells them.

“Are you still paying off that rich guy’s debt?” Yoongi asks him curiously and Jeongguk nods, thinking back to when he started and how he’s almost halfway there.

“Yeah,” Jeongguk leans forward, staring down at the table before looking up at everyone, “I’ve got a few more weeks left and then I’ll be free. I swear that soil smells like ass. I’m sick of it.”

“It’s not just some rich guy. It's THE Kim Daejung, one of the most famous movie directors in the country. Hey, do you know if he’s looking for any extras for the current movie he’s shooting?” Taehyung asks Jeongguk who just shrugs in response because he has no idea.

“I haven’t seen that guy since I tapped his car, dude. Ever since I started working there, I’ve just met the other workers,” Jeongguk informs them and his mind wanders to the events that took place today.

“Oh I know that look,” Hoseok says, resting his chin on his hands, “That’s the I saw a hot girl today look.” Jeongguk rolls his eyes but he smirks because he’s not wrong.

Jimin looks at him in wonderment, “He has a look for that?”

“He’s always had a particular look for that,” Namjoon responds with a chuckle and Jimin just shrugs with a pursed lip.

“So who’s the girl?” Jin asks Jeongguk, mimicking Hoseok by resting his chin atop of his folded hands, purposely fluttering his lashes in a teasing manner.

Jeongguk rolls his eyes, holding back a laugh. “It’s no one special. Mr. Kim’s daughter was by the pool today when I was putting the tools away.”

“Oh shit, I’m assuming she’s hot?” Taehyung asks and Jeongguk nods, thinking about how good you looked, standing by the pool in the white two-piece you were wearing.

“Very,” Jeongguk tells them, “But get this, you know that annoying gardener, Doyun? The dude who never shuts up about?” They all nod in acknowledgment because Jeongguk ranted to them so much at the beginning of the job when he first started. “He has a crush on her. Like I thought he was ready to pop a boner right there.”

“Yikes, did he?” Jin wonders.

“Lucky for him, no. But he was a nervous wreck while she was just trying to be polite and listen to him talk,” And this is where Jeongguk begins smirking which tells everyone that he’s about to say some egotistical shit. “Meanwhile, I saw her checking me out.”

All the boys groan, Jin scoffing and looking at Jeongguk in disgust, “You always think everyone is checking you out? Have you seen yourself?”

“I have seen myself and I know I’m good-looking, hyung,” Jin throws a french fry at his face and shouts boo, “Look I’m not kidding. She was staring at me like when I say staring, I mean like how Tae stares at Jimin’s ass whenever he’s following those workout videos on TV.”

“Hey!” Tae whines, smacking Jeongguk’s shoulder as if he exposed him when really everyone, including Jimin, knows that it’s true.

“Okay, but was she staring with a look that said I really wanna suck your dick, or was it an I want you to wine and dine me type of look?” Yoongi asks, causing Jeongguk to pause in thought.

Jeongguk’s mind plays the events that took place earlier in the day, to the moment where he approached you and Doyun by the pool. He remembers how flustered you looked when you saw him, cheeks tinted pink but your eyes couldn’t look away from his figure, gazing at him from head to toe. Your voice was soft when you spoke, almost shy.

“Or maybe, it was I really wanna suck your dick look AND an I want you to wine and dine my type of look,” Jin adds, and Jeongguk purses his lips in a pondering manner.

“It might be that one,” Jeongguk refers to what Jin says, “I’m not sure. We barely spoke. Oh wait– I forgot to mention. You’re not gonna believe what she said before she left,” They all stare at him curiously, “She said ‘I hope to see you around the house more often.” Jeongguk grins, causing Jimin to gasp scandalously whereas Taehyung and Jin whistle.

“Oh she definitely wants to suck your dick,” Hoseok says and all the boys nod in agreement.

“She said that in front of Doyun? The guy who’s crushing on her?” Jimin asks, hand covering his mouth as if shocked.

Jeongguk nods, “Yeah, but I don’t think he noticed she was flirting. I was too busy trying not to stare at her tits to see his reaction.” He says shamelessly with a shrug. Jin shakes his head as if disappointed and mutters I can’t believe I raised this horny kid.

“Guess we’ll see how it goes tomorrow,” Jeongguk says, excitement swirling in his belly at the mere thought of speaking with you again.

“Let us know how that goes,” Namjoon says, stacking their empty plates together as they’ve finished eating dinner.

“Anyways guys, back to selling pics of my feet on OnlyFans…” Taehyung brings up the subject again, causing everyone to groan and he pouts, “I just don’t understand why you guys can’t be supportive!”

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theendorisit · 3 days

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TMA fluff episode idea:

(this will never happen because I discovered TMA long after it finished, but I can dream, and giggle inanely to myself)

all the story beats are exactly the same

the fluff episode covers the key jon/martin conversations in TMA (are you a ghost, gouge out your eyes with me bae, MAHRTIN, etc.)

but Jon got replaced. And Not-Jon is basically the Voice of the Smitten from @blacktabbygames Slay the Princess. No one noticed.

MARTIN

No, it’s fine! I j– you just surprised me, that’s – (surprised) Jesus, you alright? You – You look like hell.

ARCHIVIST

Of course I look like hell! My beloved has locked himself away like the hidden sun, how could I do anything but wilt in the darkness? But now I see your face I am restored (general matt berry carrying on)

and everyone’s like ‘sure, Jon’s always been like that’ 😅

@jonnywaistcoat @rqbossman if you could just slip this into the livestream somewhere you would make my dreams come true 😆

#the magnus archives #jonathan sims #magnus pod #tma #magnus archives #tma shitpost #tma oc #slay the princess #voice of the smitten

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ethansluvbot · 11 months

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WELCOME

hello! my names maylee and i go by she/her :)

WHAT I WRITE:

i write fluff, angst and smut. feel free to request whatever you want. although i may be uncomfortable with certain topics. i will just archive them to make you still feel comfortable without feeling shamed :)

this is my general character list. i write for several characters listed below. this list isn’t all of the characters i will write for. i usually don’t accept request with characters i don’t write for, but occasionally i forget to add some. feel free to request either way!

HARRY POTTER:

ron weasley, george weasley, fred weasley, ginny weasley, harry potter, hermione granger, cedric diggory, luna lovegood, sirius black, remus lupin, neville longbottom, james potter, lily potter, and fleur delacour

CRIMINAL MINDS

aaron hotchner, spence reid, derek morgan, elle greenaway, emily prentiss, jennifer jareau, matt simmons, and luke alves

NHL + NFL

trevor zegras, jack hughes, luke hughes, quinn hughes, nico hischier, jamie drysdale, vince dunn, joe burrow, matthew knies, ethan edwards, mitch marner, rutger mcgroarty, luca fantilli, and mark estapa

SCREAM

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rafe cameron, sarah cameron, topper thornton, jj, john b, and kiara

THE HUNGER GAMES

finnick odair, peeta mellark, katniss everdeen, cato, lucy gray,and young snow

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senditcolton · 9 months

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we were supposed to be just friends

an introduction to Abigail Lenox and Matt Martin's tumble from friendship into something more.

series masterlist | title inspo | word count: 2.6k a/n: it's a double drop day! told you all I still loved Marty. this story is courtesy of all of you who planted this idea of friends to lovers Matt Martin in my head and that's where it stayed. this is one of the many reasons why I love you guys. warnings: none! Disclaimer: Reading/creating content for married players isn’t for everyone. Please don’t read if you don’t vibe with it, but don’t attack me or others!

The rumble of the train beneath Abigail Lenox was a welcome sensation after a grueling rehearsal, the muscles in her legs still tight after the hours spent balancing on her toes.

Many of her co-workers thought that she was crazy to make the commute from Greenwich to New York City every day, adding an hour-long commute to her already hectic schedule. But she didn’t mind it. The travel gave her time to relax and decompress. It also reminded her how far she had come; the only daughter of a single mom who clawed her way up the pyramid to become one of the principal dancers of the American Ballet Theater.

She snaps herself back to the present before she gets lost in the memories of her mom’s sacrifice, this train route, and the feeling of excitement bubbling up at the opportunity presented to her all those years ago. With a sigh, Abigail sinks down onto one of the unoccupied seats, removing her phone from her duffel bag and quickly swipes to her contact list. She doesn’t have to scroll far down the list of names before her best friend’s number is pulled up and the call button is pressed.

As she holds up the cell phone to her ear, she listens to the line ring one, twice, three times before a cheerful voice falls through the speaker.

“Hey Abby,” Matt Martin speaks and Abigail can’t help the grin that breaks out her face at the sound of his deep timbre along with the chatter of others in the background.

“Hey Matt. Are you still at practice?”

“It’s over but I’m still in the locker room with a few of the guys. Hey, say ‘hi’ to Abby.”

The grin on Abigail’s face widens as she hears a chorus of other male voices call through the phone to her. She cheerfully replies back although she is pretty sure they can’t hear her, a thought that is only confirmed when she hears Matt chuckle reverberating through the speaker.

“How was rehearsal?”

“Exhausting like always, but everyone is really excited considering opening night is only a few days away,” she replies. And, much like it always did, her mind instinctually jumps through whatever choreography was tripping her up. It was an exhausting role for more than one reason and Abigail knew the nerves would not be settled until she was out on that stage, performing in front of an audience. “Speaking of which, I wanted to check that you got your tickets. If you forgot, I still have one from the family and friends’ allowance that the company gives us.”

“Abby, I got my ticket as soon as I knew I could make it. Like I always do.”

“Oh, always?” she asks, her voice taking on a teasing tone. “So that one time I had to scrounge up a ticket last minute for you to see Giselle doesn’t count?”

“I can’t believe you still bring that up,” Matt sighs, his own words matching her tone to indicate that it was in jest rather than actual exasperation.

“Like I’m going to forget the time you almost forgot to see my American Ballet debut.”

“That was back when I was a twenty-something-year-old who couldn’t keep track of a schedule. I am much more mature now.”

“Sure, if you say so,” she sing-songs in reply, her eyes darting outside the window as she watches the suburbs of New York pass her by.

“If you keep being mean to me, I’m going to tell the boys to return their tickets.”

The off-handed threat Matt attached to the ending of his teasing sentence has Abigail eyes darting away from the window, her body perking up in the leather train seat.

“What do you mean ‘the boys’?” she asks, the rhythm of her heart increasing in excitement and anticipation of his next words.

“I convinced a few of the guys to come along with me to see you opening night,” Matt explains, his voice ever so casual but Abigail can hear the smile coming through his voice.

“Really?”

“Yeah, you’re going to have five hockey boys cheering you on from the audience. Plus two wives.”

“How’d you manage that?” Abigail asks, a light-laugh falling from her lips. “Don’t you always tell me the boys make fun of you for going to the ballet?”

“Eh, I can be convincing when I need to be.”

“Matt.”

“Okay, so I might have bribed them a little but I know they’ll love it. Anyways, you always say that seeing a performance changes people’s opinions about dance and so, I’m making them see a performance.”

“Yeah, I don’t want it them to be dragged to it,” Abigail whines. What Matt said was true: she loved her job and wanted everyone to understand the hours of work and dedication that went into this craft instead of just seeing it as a career filled with sparkles and hoity-toity people who thought themselves too good for anyone else. But she also knew forcing those people to sit down in a theatre for three hours would not be the way to change their opinion.

“I promise, it’ll be fine. They’re cool with it. I really only managed to convince the guys who were already at least a little interested anyway.”

“Oh, so you’re not as convincing as you think you are.”

“Just let me have my moment,” Matt playfully scoffs, pulling a giggle from Abigail’s lips at his voice.

“Alright, you win,” she concedes with a sigh. “So, who’s coming?”

“Well, me – obviously – and then Casey, Brock, Anders and Grace, and finally Cal and Cassie. But they might have to bow out if they can’t find a babysitter. Although I think his girls would love to go to the ballet.”

“Um,” Abigail hums, extending the tone. “Maybe don’t have Cal bring his daughters to this ballet.”

“Wait” Matt says and Abigail can hear a door closing, the voices from the locker room silencing, indicating Matt’s departure from the rink. She doesn’t have a lot of time to focus on his movements when his voice sounds again. “What do you mean?”

“Well,” she replies, once again lengthening the syllables as she undoes her hair, the long brunette strands falling over her shoulders. “It’s not exactly a, um… a PG rated show.”

“Abigail, what the fuck are you dancing in?”

“I swear I’ve told you about the show.”

“Maybe but you definitely didn’t elaborate that it wasn’t family-friendly.”

“Well, considering I didn’t know that any families were attending, it didn’t seem relevant until now,” she playfully quips back and she can hear the sigh and closing car door echo through the other end of the line. There is a small moment before Matt speaks again.

“Fine, fair point, but can you tell me now?”

“Okay. But I’m not going to spoil the plot for you. And I swear, if you look it up, I’m going to murder you. You’ve seen me prep my pointe shoes before. I can use the same methods on you.”

“I promise,” Matt replies, the hint of laughter in his voice at her threat, knowing full well the stark difference between her slight frame and his bulking figure.

“Okay, so the ballet is titled Mayerling and it follows the Crown Prince of Austria-Hungary, Prince Rudolph, and certain events in his life. And … let’s just say… Rudolph is not someone to be admired and the ballet really shows that.”

“I am both intrigued and terrified,” Matt says. “So, who do you play in all of this? His wife? His mother?”

“I’m his mistress,” she confesses, her out of context declaration earning a questioning glance from a passenger sitting across the aisle. Abigial thinks about adding the context but Matt’s incredulous tone pulls her back to the original conversation.

“What?”

“I told you, it’s not a family-friendly show. If Cal can’t make it and wants to bring his kids next time, I’ll get him tickets for The Nutcracker or something.”

“I’m never going to look at ballet the same way after this, am I?”

“Probably not. But hey, it’s a great story and a fantastic show for some of the other guys to see. Maybe then they’ll realize ballet isn’t all silk ribbons and sparkly tutus.”

“I think I’d prefer you in silk ribbons and sparkly tutus,” Abigal hear Matt mutter and she lets out a laugh at his grumble, sounding so much like all the brothers she encountered in her upbringing; the ones that were clearly dragged to their sister’s recitals when they’d much rather be doing anything else.

“Well, I think you’re going to end up liking this one anyway,” she remarks. “Just please don’t be scandalized by the pas de deux at the end of Act II.”

“Okay, what the fuck aren’t you telling me?”

Matt’s outburst only causes another raucous laugh to escape Abigail, her joy echoing through the train car and down the end of the line. Her heart sings, not only in delight at the banter she can share with her best friend but at the knowledge that she can count on him for so many things.

One: that he will always be there to support her.

Two: that he is one of the few people who can make her laugh so freely.

*~*~*~*~*

Matt Martin was in big trouble.

He had always commended himself on being level-headed, on only acting out of emotion when necessary. It was a good skill to have – applicable both on and off the ice. It stopped himself from getting into messy complicated situations that could lead to plenty of negative outcomes: a penalty kill, a game suspension, injury, hurt feelings, and bruised hearts.

But now, sitting in a luxurious theater that always made him feel a little out of place and listening to the refrains of an orchestra, Matt knew his composure was dissolving. Because he was watching Abigail, the girl he had known for 10 years and one of his closest friends, dance.

And yes, while he had seen her dance plenty of times before, he had never seen her dance like this.

She had warned him as much a week ago when she advised against Cal bringing his daughters to watch the show. But no warning in the world could have prepared Matt for some of the scenes that had already unfolded and no warning could’ve prepared him for this, the final scene of Act II.

Matt watches, enraptured as his best friend moves across the stage, watches as she wraps herself around her co-star’s body, watches her facial expressions shift from teasing to pure ecstasy.

So many people would probably just say that her dancing was beautiful. And it was – it always was. But Abigail told him one night after a few too many margaritas that she hated that compliment.

‘Saying that ballet is beautiful is like saying hockey is fast. Like, duh, of course it is. But if you’re using that as a compliment, it’s superficial. It just tells me you’re only paying attention to the surface and not the substance, not the work that we put into it to make it beautiful. Think of a different adjective and then I might take it as a compliment.’

Right now, though, she was more than beautiful. The way her body moved, the strength and precision of every muscle in her body, the shapes that she could make, the positions she could twist herself into, all the while making it look like the most elegant, natural movement.

But if Matt had to attach a descriptor to what he was watching unfold on stage a few dozen feet in front of him, there was only one word echoing through his mind; Abigail’s dancing was erotic.

And that left Matt stunned. Because it was a side of his friend that he had never seen before. Or perhaps he had, but it was one that he never bothered to acknowledge.

He was being forced to acknowledge it now as he continued to watch Abigail move across the stage, being lifted, spun, and kissed by her scene partner. Watching as she plays the coy almost dangerous character with an ease that Matt still needed to wrap his head around. She was so settled into her body in a way that Matt hadn’t seen before.

It surprised him. It intrigued him.

He is snapped out of the spell-like trance that Abigial casted by the sound of the audience applauding and with a shake of his head, he shortly joined in, his eyes returning to Abigial’s frame, noticing the heave of her chest, the spark in her eyes. His eyes don’t leave her until the heavy red curtain falls, hiding her from view.

The lights turn back on for intermission but Matt’s gaze stays glued to the spot where Abigail once was before a playful nudge to his side turns his attention to Casey sitting next to him.

“You might have gotten more of the boys to come if you told them that ballet was like this,” Casey jokes, his own blue eyes glinting in amusement.

“Yeah, well, to be fair, I didn’t know that’s what this ballet was,” Matt says, trying to keep his voice light as his gaze returns to the stage.

“Really? Abigial didn’t tell you?”

“She just mentioned that it wasn’t exactly family-friendly,” Matt explains pulling a scoff of laughter from Casey.

“Well, she was right about that,” he chuckles.

There is a small pause and Matt can almost feel Casey’s eyes return to him and soon feels his friend’s gaze almost dissecting him. Eventually, the tense silence becomes too much for Matt.

“What?” he asks, his own voice doing nothing to hide his tense apprehension.

“What?”

“What do you want Casey?”

“Nothing. Just wondering how you’re doing,” his teammate elaborates and Matt hates that he can feel the weight of Casey’s stare. That, coupled with Casey’s question has Matt worried that the man sitting next to him can see the impure thoughts running through his head. Thoughts about his best friend.

“I’m fine,” he mutters out from behind gritted teeth.

“Really?”

“Casey. What do you want me to say?”

“Nothing.”

“Bullshit.”

“No, no, it’s – it’s nothing,” Casey says, his voice dismissive and Matt almost relaxes, thinking that his friends probing is finished. But then Casey speaks again. “It’s just that you had this look in your eyes while watching Abby dance. Just wondering how you’re doing – seeing her like that.”

“I’m fine. She’s just a… really good dancer.”

“Yeah, she is,” Casey trails off, finally letting the conversation go.

Matt watches out of the corner of his eye as he turns towards Cal and Cassie and it’s only then does Matt let out the deep breath he didn’t know he was holding, Casey’s piercing gaze no longer on him. Although Matt can tell from the thickness of the atmosphere that still hovered over him that there was an entirely separate tension that had no relation to his friend’s questions.

Matt tires to shake off his teammate’s words, chalking up the ‘look’ that Casey observed as nothing more than surprise and admiration for his best friend. Who he had known for years. Who always supported him. Who understood the demand of his career because hers was so similar. Who made him smile. Who was kind and talented and beautiful.

So beautiful in so many ways. An amazing woman that Matt wanted to keep in his life.

As a friend. Nothing more than that. It was just friendship. Nothing else.

Perhaps if he said it enough, it would return to being the truth.

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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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