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[poedamneron01]

TRENT BERETTA X F!READER

summary: discussing baby names with Greg two months out from giving birth

A/N when I write ‘B/N’ I mean “baby’s name”, or if I write it again I mean a different name! The baby names I personally liked in this little idea for the final ones were Lorenzo and Skylar. I also love the shit out of how this has turned out, please enjoy soft Trent/Greg ❤️

Masterlist.

Y/N sat down with a huff, leaning back against the couch and closing her eyes as she brought her hands up to rest on her incredibly swollen stomach. Being seven months pregnant was beginning to take it’s toll on Y/N, where she was beginning to feel exhausted after completing the smallest of tasks, body aches in muscles she never knew existed and the constant need to pee. Y/N was a wrestler with AEW too before falling pregnant, being involved with training new talent while also being heavily involved with the Best Friends. “Hey baby.” Greg spoke softly, carefully sitting beside his partner who looked so exhausted it pained him. To this day after almost nine years together, Greg still thought Y/N was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life and felt like he fell for her all over again every day he woke up beside her. Y/N’s eyes fluttered open and she gave Greg a tired smile as he sat beside her, his arm extending to rest along the couch behind her head. “Hey.” She responded, pushing herself to sit up with a sigh “Are you tired?” Greg asked, moving his outstretched arm to push some of the hairs that fell in Y/N’s face out of the way and she nodded “Yeah I am actually, but we have so much to do.” She frowned looking over at Greg who was smiling gently “We got plenty of time before we have to leave Tuesday.” He assured her and she shook her head “Have a nap, I’ll keep working on the nursery.” He told her gently and she once again shook her head “Absolutely not, we are getting this shit done.” She sternly told him, pushing herself forward as best she could, though struggling. Greg laughed watching as Y/N tried to get up “I already called Dustin to come help me.” Greg chimed in and the death glare he received made him laugh harder. Y/N could just imagine the conversation between the two men: “Dude please come and help me put these together.” “You don’t know how to put together a flat pack? God you are such a hopeless idiot.”

“He said he would be here in an hour, so for now we have time to relax, have a nap.” Greg bargained and Y/N shrugged “Well lets at least make it a productive hour then!” Y/N smiled and scooted closer to Greg, nestling as best she could into his side while resting her left hand on her belly. “Lets talk names.” Y/N began as Greg leaned down, kissing the side of her head as she grabbed the notepad and pen that sat beside her on the couch. Greg nodded, extending his arm once more behind Y/N’s head, his other hand resting on the bump “Ok,” Y/N began, drawing a quick line down the middle of the page, before labelling the two columns ‘Boy names’ and ‘Girl names’. “let’s start with Boy names!” She grinned and looked up at Greg who’s thumb gently stroked the side of her stomach as Y/N rest the notepad on-top of her bump. “I was thinking B/N.” She told him, writing the name down as he nodded, trying to imagine what their possible son would look like. “What about B/N?” Greg added and Y/N added it to the list. This would go on for ten more lines before they eventually go onto girl names “I want a girl.” Greg added and Y/N smiled “Well this makes things interesting, I want a boy.” She smiled and Greg smirked, his eyebrows raising “Oh yeah?” He asked, leaning down to peck her on the lips a few times “Hell yeah.” She nodded and he chuckled as she began listing off girl names, Greg contributing “How about B/N?” Greg asked scratching the top of his bald head and Y/N gasped “B/N Marasciulo.” Her eyes widened at how perfect it sounded for their little girl. Seeing Y/N’s reaction made Greg’s heart swell with so much, he could not believe how lucky he was. “That sounds amazing, B/N Marasciulo.” He grinned and Y/N smiled, circling the name. “Now it’s just for the boy.” Y/N puffed her cheeks as she exhaled, eyes scanning the list “You can choose the boy name.” Greg told Y/N and she sent him a look “No, this will be a decision we make together, especially if you don’t like the name I choose.” Greg chuckled and nodded “Ok fair enough.” Y/N rattled off the names under her breath, along with their last name, seeing if any had a nice ring to them. “God why is this so much harder.” Y/N whined as she felt the baby kick Greg’s hand hard, causing him to jump in shock and Y/N to giggle “Right? If this is the universe telling me I’m having a girl I will sob.” Y/N joked down at her bump. Greg rolled his eyes playfully “She’s already gonna kick some ass like her momma with a kick like that.” Greg grinned proudly, pulling away and sliding to sit in between Y/N’s legs on the floor, his elbows resting either side of her thighs as he leaned down to talk to the baby. Y/N smiled adoringly as she watched Greg whisper to her bump, the baby moving and kicking as he kissed and rubbed the bump lovingly. “What about B/N?” Y/N asked out of the blue and the baby did a few faster kicks and Greg laughed “I think we have a winner.” Y/N giggled as she wrote the name down, before tossing the notepad and pen to the side. “I love you Greg.” Y/N sat forward, her hands cupping Greg’s beard clad face “I love you Y/N.” He added softly and the two met for a kiss.

The two pulled apart as they heard the front door open and close as a loud voice filled their small home “Uncle Dustin is here and ready to rumble!” Greg chuckled and shook his head as Dustin’s heavy footsteps made their way down the hall and into the lounge-room where his two close friends were. The sight before Y/N and Greg had them laughing, where Dustin was wearing an unbuttoned flannel shirt, a black t-shirt underneath and a pair of shorts, with a tool belt and work boots to complete the look. “Welcome Bob-the-Builder!” Y/N grinned, Greg held her hands and helped her up off the couch as Dustin grinned “Hello stunning Y/N!” The tall man walked over, bringing the girl in for a tight hug, kissing the top of her head “I’ve come to save they day, because your husband is a dumbass who can’t build for shit.” Greg frowned “I am standing right here you know.” Y/N giggled as the two men hugged one another “I will repay with Wawa and alcohol Dusty.” Y/N told the Kentucky man and he whooped “God Greg, you are so lucky you married that woman, she makes you more tolerable.” Dustin joked and Y/N gasped “Hey.” She frowned, trying to hide her laugh, wrapping her arms around Greg’s midsection “Don’t listen to him babe you are great.” Y/N leaned up, pecking Greg on the cheek and he smiled, sinking into his wife’s arms “Yeah, yeah.” He mumbled as Dustin chuckled “Come on lets get this shit out the way, I want to hear what my niece or nephew’s name will be.” The trio, who had been friends for ten plus years previous to now, all set off to the nursery to finish setting everything up. “Actually we wanted to ask you something man.” Greg started as the three of them piled into the nursery, the boys sitting down on the floor while Y/N sat herself in the rocking chair “Go for it.” Dustin groaned as he plopped onto the ground “Did you want to be the godfather?” Y/N asked and Dustin looked between his two friends for a few seconds in silence, before grinning “Fuck yeah!” He exclaimed and Y/N and Greg smiled.

They could not wait for the little one to come Earth side, they were counting down the days.

[gembloomwrites]

Professional

Fandom(s): Professional Wrestling, All Elite Wrestling  Pairing: Trent?/Reader Rating: T Prompt: "Imagine Person A wearing a turtleneck and Person B holding the neck of it down to give Person A a hickey." (Prompt can be found here) Summary: You thought you looked professional, Trent is inclined to agree. Word Count: 398 Viewable on AO3 Author’s Note: I hope you enjoy and I would kindly appreciate feedback.I am open to requests through both this site and on AO3 @GemBloomWrites. Thank you

“What’s with the turtle neck?”

You pouted as you smoothed your outfit in the mirror. Turning to Trent you see his raised eyebrow and a smirk, “I thought it looked professional,” you whined. Trent walked closer and placed his hands on your hips, “You look very professional,” he chuckled. He dipped his head to meet yours and place a soft kiss on your lips. “You think so?” You smiled. Trent returned your smile and moved his hands up your sides, “Yeah, you could boss me around any day.” Giggling, you put your arms around his neck, “Oh I like that,” you hummed, “Giving you the orders.” Your boyfriend gave a little laugh and moved close to you, faces a breath away from each other, “What’s your first order, boss?” You thought for a moment before barely whispering, “Kiss me again.”

Trent closed the space between the two of you and complied with your request. He began moving fiercely against you as things quickly heated up. You loved this, the passion he gave you all the time, it was breathtaking. Speaking of breathtaking you found yourself pulling apart from your partner and before you could go in for another he started to attack your jawline. You let out a soft moan as he continued to kiss down towards the neckline of your sweater. Releasing a breath you placed a hand on the back of his head, “I don’t remember ordering that.” You felt him smirk into your neck, “Sorry babe, never was good at following orders.” Slowly peeling down the turtle neck he kept kissing down your neck until he found just the right spot that made you gasp. Trent began nipping the area slightly before sucking slightly. This time you realsed a breathy moan, “Fuck Trent that’s good.”  His hands wandered around your abdomen and gently squeezed your breasts. You felt him hum into your neck before releasing you. 

Trent seemed intent on staring at his handiwork for a moment before looking you in the eyes again. You raised an eyebrow, “What is it?”

“Have a look for yourself.”

You turned to your mirror where Trent tilted your head so you could see the beginnings of a hickey. “Trent,” you whined, “I’m supposed to look professional right now.” Your boyfriend laughed for a second before rolling back up the turtle neck, “Now, the boss lady looks professional again.”

[punkjinshi]

CHUCK: "NO NO NO NO, YOU CAN'T COME IN HERE.. ORANGE IS NAKED!

TRENT: "What?"

ORANGE: "What?"

CHUCK: "I couldn't say I was naked, Trent's allowed to see me naked."

ORANGE: "Why does anyone have to be naked!"

[fawnnandfable]

Cup Holder w/ Trent Baretta

request -  Could you do "What do you think a cup holder is for?” + "You're an idiot. I married an idiot." with Trent Baretta please.x

Feel free to send me a request, I write about anyone. Indies or wwe, doesn’t matter. 

You and your husband, Trent, were currently on an 8 hour drive to visit your family for the holidays. You’ve been in the car for about 4 hours now and were in desperate need of coffee or anything to wake you up. 

“Baby let’s stop at Starbucks, there’s one a little further up the road.” You said looking up from your phone and pointing ahead of you. “Plus I need to stretch, I’ve been cramped in this car for far to long.” You pouted, giving him your best puppy dog eyes. 

“Okay.” he nodded, kissing the back of your hand, rubbing your knuckles with his thumb. 

You sipped on your coffee happily as you got back in the car, pulling your seat belt back on. 

“Here hold this.” Trent said holding his cup out towards you.

“What? No, why?” You asked scrunching your nose.

“I can’t hold it and drive at the same time, what if I spill it? I am not spending the next 4 hours in coffee stained pants.”

“I’m not gonna hold it. What do you think a cup holder is for?”  You scoffed.

“What cup holder? This stupid car doesn’t have cup holders.” 

“Yes it does.” You retorted, reaching forwards and hitting the small button, ejecting the hidden cup holders.

“Holy shit.” Trent gasped. “We’ve had this car for three years and I’m just finding out about the fucking cup holders.” You couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction. He was like a small child who just saw his first magic show. 

"You're an idiot. I married an idiot."  You giggled, your husband was in absolute shock over some cup holders. 

“Well now that I have a place to put my coffee, we can get back on the road again.” Trent smirked, reaching over and taking your hand in his again.

[ambootyos]

More Than A Game

Prompt: Y/N is cheating on her boyfriend Trent, with Kenny, but Kenny is tired of being used.

A/N: I kinda hate this. I don’t know how I feel about it exactly. I think my writer’s block may have messed it up. But, anyway, here ya go! Feedback is welcomed.

Warnings: Y/N is kind of a jerk. Like..I’m sorry.xD

Word Count: 1,158

Tags: @originalbish98 @thegenericluchadora @theprestigious0ne @laziestgirlintheworld @wrestlingismyguiltypleasure @baybayforlife @reigns420 @sheaxdevitt @i-ship-it-okay @breakfastwiththesun

Another fight with my boyfriend, Trent Barreta, was the reason I woke up next to Kenny Omega the morning of an ROH show. To say me and Kenny had a strange relationship, would be an understatement.

Kenny and I has been friends for years, and when I started dating Trent, he hated it, for months, and months, he’d talk about how Trent wasn’t good enough for me. I realized he was right after the first year.

Me and Trent rarely spoke, and when we did it was only to fight. I always talked to Kenny about my fights with him.

And one day, we just started hooking up on the side, Kenny said I needed at least, some passion in my sex life. I know how hypocritical of me it is, to say Trent isn’t a great boyfriend, while I’m the one who’s been cheating on him for over a month now, and to make things worse, I’m not even sorry.

In fact, I kinda thought it was justified in a way. If he was a jerk, I got back at him, by sleeping with Kenny. I understand that a few fights, shouldn’t mean he deserves to be cheated on. I guess I’m just trying to make an excuse for doing what I’m doing. I know, there aren’t any. I should just break up with him. I don’t know why I don’t.

In a sick way, I think I like it better like this.

I got up, and threw on some clothes, hoping I wouldn’t wake Kenny, and have him try and convince me to stay, like he usually did, all I wanted to do was go to the arena, and get ready for tonight. But, unfortunately, luck wasn’t on my side today.

Kenny blinked his eyes open, gave a tired smile, before realizing I was about to leave. He ran his hand through his hair, as he furrowed his brows. “Leaving so soon?” He asked, before clearing his throat.

I faked a smile, and nodded. “Well, we have a show tonight, and Trent’s probably looking for me. So, I should go deal with that.” I explained. He rolled his eyes, and let out a deep sigh, he sat on the edge of the bed, and  grabbed my hand, pulling me towards him before putting his hands on my waist. I rested my hands on his chest as I stood in front of him.

“Why do you always insist on going back to him? Just break up with him.” He shrugged, running his hands up and down my body. I cleared my throat, and shook my head. “Kenny, I’ll see you later tonight. Okay?”

He scoffed, and dropped his hands at his side, rolling his eyes. “I don’t wanna wait until ‘later tonight’ okay? Look, I want you to tell me one thing, do you love him?”

He always asked me this, and I hated it. It made me feel horrible, it made me question myself, and what I was doing. It made me fall for Kenny even more, and it made me wanna break up with Trent. Because the answer was always the same.

“No..” I trailed off. Before rolling my eyes, and exhaling sharply. “But why do you even care Kenny? Isn’t this just sex? Me and you are just friends with benefits, right? You know how this works. When he p*sses me off, I come to you, and you help me get over it. That’s what this is.”

Kenny’s face fell. “So that’s it huh? I’m just a way of getting back at him? Fine. I get it.” He mumbled, shaking his head. I tried to apologize, but he cut me off before I could even get a word out. “Why don’t you just go? I have a lot of stuff to do. Alright?” I left without another word, I didn’t wanna hurt him. I just thought, he understood.

Trent stopped me as soon as I walked into the arena. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes when I saw him, which obviously made him more mad.

“Oh, good to see you too Y/N.” He started sarcastically before crossing his arms. “And it actually is, considering I have no idea where you’ve been at all day.” He added.

I smirked, and cocked my head. “Avoiding you. Isn’t that obvious?” I replied, walking off.

Of course he followed me though. “Are you really just gonna pretend like I don’t exist?” He asked, I stayed silent, and continued to walk away. “Really Y/N? I’m your freaking boyfriend. You know that right?” He continued, getting more and more frustrated, as I kept ignoring him. He stepped in front of me, blocking my path. “Um, hello? Are you even gonna say anything?” He hissed.

I rolled my eyes. “You want me to tell you where I’ve been Trent?” I asked, smirking slightly. He nodded in response, and my smirk grew wider. “I was cheating on you. Alright? Like I been for months. Is that what you wanted to hear?” I admitted, having enough.

He furrowed his brows and frowned. “We’re done..” He whispered, before walking away, feeling hurt and betrayed. Of course I felt horrible. I’m somewhat glad it’s over, but I still feel like sh*t.

I wasn’t gonna chase after him, and I knew talking to Kenny would be a mistake. Especially right away, so I went to my dressing room, and prepared for the show.

The night went okay, Trent and Kenny ignored me, which was expected. After the show, I stopped Kenny before he left. He seemed annoyed by me, he rolled his eyes and sighed, treating me as bad as I’d treat Trent.

Ouch.

“What is it now? You and Trent have another fight? Because if so, you can find someone else to play your sick little games. I’m done Y/N.” He stated dryly, before turning to walk off. I shook my head, and grabbed his arm, turning his attention back to me.

“Kenny, me and Trent are done. Okay? I told him I cheated on him, and he ended it.” I explained, his expression didn’t change, he just shrugged.

“Good for you.” He mumbled, confusing me. I cocked my head, and cleared my throat.

“Wait, isn’t that what you wanted?” I asked, earning a scoff from him.

“Me and you, was more than a game to me. Okay? But now that I know why you were doing it, I don’t think I want anything to do with you Y/N.” He explained, before sighing and shaking his head. “You know..it’s weird. I used to think Trent didn’t deserve you. Now? I don’t think you deserve me..” He stated, before putting a hand on my shoulder. “Bye Y/N.”

With that he left. I didn’t know it was possible for me to feel worse than I did. But, Kenny proved me wrong. This was the worst I’d ever felt.

[mitchtheficus]

*on the phone* hi, wrestling? yeah this is mitchtheficus from tumblr. i’m gonna need every tag team (past, present, and future) to make a video of themselves doing “tough guy faces” immediately. thanks

[poedamneron01]

TRENT BERETTA MASTERLIST

*smut.

ONE SHOTS

“Baby Names and Flat Packs”.

“Time Between Towns”.*

HEADCANNONS

AU’S

[poedamneron01]

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