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just friends, pt. 2
aka, another time it could have happened again
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Length: 3704 words
Summary: It's New Year's Eve. Tyson and Hazel's favourite holiday is New Year's Eve. A beautiful dress doesn't quite help any New Year's resolutions.
A/N: This series is slowly taking over my mind. This is some more blue balls for you all before we finally get to a sequel.
31 December 2019
Hazel took time to get ready for AEW’s New Year’s Eve party; she took time shaving and exfoliating in the shower, lathering herself in lotion, curling her hair, applying her makeup, slipping into her dress. She took time looking at herself in the mirror, happy with how she looked. It took a while to get here, literally and figuratively, but judging by the colour of her dress and the slit that reached up her thigh, she was, firmly, here. Happy.
The party was to be held in TIAA Bank Arena for the entire roster, and while she knew she wasn’t running late, she knew Tyson would be.
Can you hurry your ass up?
Perfection takes time, hunny
You are the worst person alive
Hazel snorted to herself at Tyson’s text, if only because she could picture so perfectly him saying it in person, too – if he were ever on time. Regardless, she waited out in the hotel lobby, scrolling through her phone. She saw some personal stories posted from some other friends already at TIAA Bank Arena, seeing all the decorations, the bar set up, and the hors d’oeuvres already being served. She was starving. If Tyson made her miss the hors d’oeuvres, she was going to kill him.
Her instincts told her to look up, and when she did, she saw Tyson walking towards her wearing a nice button up shirt and a pair of pressed slacks that fit him perfectly. He looked good, but to Hazel, he always did, even though she couldn’t say it out loud. She thanked the Lord it looked like he scrubbed all the spray tan off too, and trimmed his beard so it wasn’t too scraggly. Sometimes she thought it looked so, and she made sure to tell him. ‘It looks better when it’s shorter, Ty,’ she’d tell him, and usually within twelve hours it would be at a length she loved. It was kind of like when he told her how he liked her long hair, how he didn’t want her to cut it again after she had chopped most of it off into a long bob a few years ago now. Hazel went for regular trims so her hair was healthy and grew it out to a length that cascaded down her back.
Okay, so maybe they did say it out loud from time to time.
“Did you order the Uber?” she asked when he was close, but he didn’t answer. She waited patiently for a response, but didn’t get one. Tyson didn’t respond because his eyes were travelling from her face down her body, the dress accentuating every beautiful curve and line. “Kenneth!”
He snapped out of it. “What?!”
“You’re going to make me miss the hors d’oeuvres,” she said.
“No I’m not,” he said. “The Uber’s two minutes away. Let’s go wait outside.”
He walked behind her, watching her ass in the dress. He had to think of the smell of his hockey team’s locker room from 20 years ago to prevent himself from getting a fucking erection in the lobby of a hotel. He wanted to punch himself for thinking what he was; for thinking about what he wanted to do to her in that dress. The things he could get away with. The things she’d let him get away with.
If it was the right time.
“You look great by the way,” he said nonchalantly, barely making eye contact with her as they stood outside waiting for the Uber to pull up to the door.
“Yeah, thanks,” Hazel was almost bashful, running her hands down the fabric that covered the front of her thighs. “You don’t—you don’t think it’s too m—”
“Nah, no way,” he cut her off, shaking his head vehemently. “Everything…you just, you look incredible, Haze.”
“Thanks, Ty. I mean it.”
He looked at her finally, a small smile on his face. “If any of the guys hit on you tonight, you’ll know why.”
Before Hazel could say that none of the guys would hit on her as long as he was around (except for Austin, probably, and even then it would be as a joke), and before she could blurt out something stupid like “I wish you’d be the one to hit on me,’, their Uber rolled up in front of them. She climbed into the back, trying to get her dress not to bunch up too much. Tyson hopped in after her, staying behind the passenger seat. “TIAA Bank Arena, please,” Tyson said to the driver before looking out the window to distract himself.
***
At the party, Tyson didn’t appreciate how he and Hazel were separated. She had been whisked away early on and he watched her order gin and tonic with lime from the bar. He hung out with some of the guys but the eye he kept on her in the dress was near constant. New Year’s was his favourite holiday and he wanted to spoil himself by staring at her – sue him. He wanted to spoil himself in more ways, but he knew he couldn’t. It was getting harder the more he saw her smile, the more he saw her laugh, the more he saw her cheeks flush red and her smile get wider as the night passed, taking pictures and laughing at jokes and singing along with the music.
For what it was worth, Hazel noticed. She noticed Tyson’s eyes on her almost the entire night, stuck on her as she giggled and smiled and sipped her drink. She could tease him all night if she really wanted to, and she knew it. But instead of doing that – instead of teasing him more than she already was – she decided to whisk herself away to the bathroom, if only to cool herself down and reapply her lipstick.
As she bent over the vanity to reapply her lipstick in the mirror, the door opened and in walked Tyson. He stared at her through the mirror, smiling as he shut the door behind him and leaned against it. “Hey,” his voice was soft.
“Hey you.”
“You okay?” Tyson asked quietly.
“Of course,” Hazel nodded. She picked up her glass filled with ice and a lime. “This is water.”
“It is?”
“I keep asking the bartender to fill it with just tonic water,” she revealed, smiling. “You know how I always like to remember New Year’s.”
Tyson couldn’t help but smile at her little scheme, pushing himself away from the door and taking the few steps towards her. “Yeah. Of course. Just like me.”
“We promised, didn’t we?” she maintained direct eye contact with him through the mirror.
“We did,” he said, remembering their conversation and promise in Tokyo all those years ago. His hand went to her waist, without warning. Then it snaked around, his hand resting on her lower belly. Hazel looked at him through the mirror. “Have I told you that you look beautiful tonight?” his voice was low.
A smile broke out on her face; one she could barely conceal. “Mhmm,” she nodded her head quickly. She placed her hand over his, intertwining their fingers slightly. “You’re getting real handsy, Ty.”
“Sorry,” he didn’t mean it.
“You don’t have to apologize. You just have to…be careful.”
“Of what?”
“Yourself,” she deadpanned, biting her bottom lip mischievously. “You’re your own worst enemy sometimes, you know that?”
“Am not.”
“Are too.”
Smirking at each other through the mirror, Tyson slowly pulled his hand away from her, but didn’t step away from her body. “Are you having fun?”
“The most fun,” Hazel closed her lipstick, turning around so she was finally facing him and not looking at him through a mirror. “You know how much I love all these rapscallions. Are you?”
“Now I am.”
***
When there was about five minutes to go, the waitresses and caterers began pouring the champagne into the flutes. Hazel watched as each one filled up one by one, everybody gathering together to watch the final minutes. As the champagne was passed around, Hazel accepted her flute graciously. Tyson, of course, politely declined.
“Can I have his?” she asked the waitress, who was more than willing to oblige.
With two champagne flutes in her hands, the final minutes were dwindling. Tyson stood beside her, watching on, a smile on his face. The excitement in the air was palpable. The countdown was always the best part. And when the last minute of the year hit, he watched as Hazel performed an excited jig.
Then, thirty seconds left. They both turned towards the TV again, counting down with the growing number of their friends shouting out the numbers. Tyson grew more and more emphatic with his screaming of the numbers the closer they got. Hazel screamed along, careful not to spill her champagne.
Five!...Four!...Three!...Two!...One!...Haaaaaappy New Year!
Hazel screamed along with everyone else, raising her hands with the champagne flutes up in the air for dramatic effect. Tyson was screaming along with everyone and clapping his hands. She could see Austin and Britt already sharing a New Year’s kiss, and a few others, too. She brought the first of the champagne flutes to her lips to drink, to suppress what she really wanted to do. Hopefully the moment would pass.
When she looked into Tyson’s eyes after downing the second flute, she saw everything she loved about him; everything she was so desperate to have but desperate to keep hidden, to keep locked away in some small compartment within her. “Happy New Year, Ty.”
His smile was soft, but light, and genuine. “Happy New Year, Haze.”
***
It was nearing two in the morning by the time Tyson and Hazel decided to call it a night. There were still plenty of people at the party, and they were still all giggly and smiley, but they wanted to go back to the hotel. Tyson ordered the taxi as Hazel said goodbye to everyone, kissing everyone’s cheek and hugging them tight. When they left the venue, Tyson walked behind her again, watching her hips and ass move in her dress.
The car pulled up in no time. Hazel crouched into the taxi first, shifting all the way over to the other side. She could immediately feel how cool the air was in the car, in such contrast to the humidity outside. As Tyson climbed in after her, her body shivered. “Hyatt Regency, please,” she said to the driver, watching as Tyson close the door behind him.
As the taxi driver signalled to rejoin the road, Tyson moved so he was in the middle seat, practically in her seat. Then, his hand went straight to her thigh, where the slit of her dress exposed as much leg as it could. Her eyebrows rose playfully. “What d’you think you’re doing?” she asked playfully.
“What?” he asked non-chalant, the smallest of smirks building on his face. “Not like my hand’s never been there before. Plus, you shivered. Body heat is paramount.”
Between training and matches, and between, well…he wasn’t technically wrong. But he still knew he was pushing it, and Hazel knew he was pushing it too. While she appreciated the physical touch – she always did with Tyson – she knew it wasn’t the right or the best thing to do. “Oh Tyson,” she chastised him, leaning back against the window. “You know what would be even better?” she asked as her hand went to lay on top of his on her thigh, their fingers slightly intertwining.
His hand attempted to go higher, closer to her core, but she stopped him. “What’s that?” he asked.
“If you gave me a foot massage.”
He pretend gagged and she laughed out, knowing that he hated anything to do with feet. “Now why the fuck would I do that?”
“Cause you love me,” she said. “And these heels are awful.”
“They look great.”
“Beautiful but awful.”
“Why don’t you just take them off?”
She rolled her eyes. Men. “The first rule of heels is you can’t take them off until it’s the end of the night. Your feet won’t fit back in them if you do, and it actually becomes more painful to walk in them again.”
Tyson shook his head. “Beauty is pain, I guess.”
“So I guess I’m not getting a foot massage, huh?” she smiled.
“No chance.”
They chatted and joked for the short ride back to the hotel, wishing the driver a Happy New Year and tipping generously with cash so he didn’t have to claim it. The second Tyson’s hand left her thigh and his body left her side, she felt the loss. She hated admitting so. She buried the feeling again as she stepped out of the car. But before Hazel could even shut the door, Tyson’s hands were on her again.
Except this time, he lifted her up dramatically into a fireman’s carry. She yelped loudly, acutely aware that despite her dress still being on and the fabric covering everything it needed to cover, her ass was in the air. “Tyson!”
“Oh will you stop,” he mimicked Gorilla Monsoon perfectly. “You said your feet hurt!” He began walking towards the door and through the foyer. Hazel could feel her body heat up from embarrassment as she saw the concierge look at them. What a sight to see at two in the morning. She was thankful that nobody else was lingering around. “Better than walking, huh?”
“Can you at least carry me like a normal person so my ass isn’t in the air?”
Carefully, so as to not tear at her dress, they transitioned like they were in the ring in-between wrestling moves, and eventually, Tyson was carrying her bridal style. She pressed the button for the elevator before looking into his eyes and cradling his face in her hand. “Hey Tys?”
“Hmm”?
“Thanks for carrying me.”
“I’d do anything for you. You know that.”
“I know that, but your back is bad.”
“Doesn’t matter. Your feet hurt.”
Her heart swelled. Tyson had always been so good to her, and her to him, but she revelled in this sweet moment as much as she could. It was only when Tyson’s face started to get closer did her heart begin fluttering instead of swelling. “Ty…” she whispered.
“You smell delectable,” he mumbled.
“That’s Jo Malone for you,” she tried to joke, even though she knew it wouldn’t hit. Tyson’s mind was somewhere else as she dug through her purse for their room key. She shoved it into the reader, the little light turning green before she opened the door for them. Tyson carried her into the room without even looking where he was going, the hair on his beard tickling the sensitive skin on her neck. She couldn’t help but smile and giggle. “Ty…”
“Let me put you on the bed,” his voice was husky all of a sudden. He placed her down on the bed but followed her down, his face still in the crook of her neck, his body looming over hers. “Christ, Hazel…”
Even though she was smiling, and even though almost every inch of her wanted this and could have had so, so much fun with it, she couldn’t. Trouble – that’s what this was. They could get into a lot of trouble this way. “That’s not the best idea, Ty,” Hazel whispered as she felt Tyson’s nose on her décolletage, on her clavicle, on her neck. She knew his lips were next.
“Why not?”
She giggled. “You already felt up my thigh in the taxi. You just want to because you’re hyped from the party. New Year’s has always been your favourite holiday.”
“Our favourite holiday.”
“Regardless,” she smiled to herself like a Cheshire cat, “you shouldn’t do much more, Ty. It wouldn’t be right.”
He knew she was right, fuck he knew she was right, but he gritted his teeth and bit his tongue. ‘Yes it would be right’ he thought. ‘Anything we do is right. Anything we’ve ever done has been right. It’s been right because it’s been with each other.’ He dislodged himself from her neck and rolled onto his back, staring up at the ceiling of the hotel room. “It’s that dress, too,” he said to mask everything he was feeling, in a tone that covered any agony with humour.
Hazel’s smile didn’t leave her face. “It’s always the dress, huh?”
Tyson stayed silent, continuing to stare at the ceiling, trying to collect his thoughts. His arm was up above his head, the back of his hand resting on his forehead. “Sorry Hazel,” his voice was soft and low.
“You don’t have to apologize. I just don’t want you doing something you’ll regret later.”
‘But I won’t regret it’ he thought to himself. “Yeah, yeah,” he nodded slightly. “Thanks for always looking out for me, Haze.”
“You know I always will.”
Both of them took deep breaths, staring up at the ceiling as they lay in bed. Tyson couldn’t get the images out of his mind of Hazel at the party posing for photos, laughing, her legs glistening in the light. Her beautiful smile that took up half her face. The shine of her hair down her back. Fuck.
He felt Hazel shift beside him. When he looked over, she had lifted her knee to her chest, stretching to grab the buckle of her heels. The material of her dress rode up her thighs, exposing more of her skin. They came off one by one, with Hazel haphazardly throwing them to the side on the floor. He watched as she pushed herself up, sitting on the edge of the bed, her back now facing him. He couldn’t take his eyes off her.
“Hey Tys?”
“Hmm?”
“Can you unzip me?”
He shot up, but tried not to look too eager. He moved so he was directly behind her, watching as she gathered her hair over one shoulder. He grabbed the small zipper of her dress with his big hands. He took his sweet ass time pulling it down; Hazel knew he would. A part of her wanted to tease him so badly, only because she knew she had the power to at the moment.
When he was finished, he didn’t say anything. Instead, Hazel sensed it and she stood up from the bed, not bothering to look back at him. He watched her as she walked through the room, watched as she reached her suitcase and promptly dropped her dress to the floor, leaving her in only her underwear in front of him. He caught glimpses of the curves of her breasts as she threw her hair up in a ponytail and dug through her suitcase to find her pyjamas. His mind took him back to Tokyo and it was like a magic trick how he could remember the feeling of them in his hands when they made love.
Hazel went into the washroom and closed the door behind her, and Tyson knew it was so she could wash off her makeup. The memories of the night they’d just had flooded his mind, interspersed with memories of Tokyo. Her dress. The first time she wore one of his t-shirts after crashing at his apartment in Shinjuku. Her being backstage after the G1 Climax. Her laughing at his dumb joke at the bar. Her lips around the straw of her drink. Her hand over his when he grabbed at her thigh inside the taxi.
When Hazel got out of the washroom, clean-faced and with her hair in a bun, she noticed Tyson laying back down on the bed, still in his clothes from the party. When she moved closer, she realized that instead of using the time she was in the bathroom to change, he hadn’t. Now, he sleeping in his pants and shirt, an arm draped across his chest. He looked so peaceful in his slumber Hazel almost didn’t want to disturb him. But she knew what she had to do.
She crawled onto the bed slowly, making sure not to disturb him, and began to pull his belt out of the loop and unbuckle it. When she tugged slightly, he moved his arm, and it wasn’t until she unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them did he groggily open his eyes. “Hazel?” he asked.
“Let’s go to sleep.”
Considering what he had been thinking of before he fell asleep, he wasn’t sure if this was reality or a dream. The fact that her hands were near his crotch was enough to make him confused. “What’re you—”
“You can’t sleep in your party clothes, Tys. Lift your hips for me.”
He did as he was told, and felt Hazel pulling his pants down, all the way down, until he was left in his boxers. She moved to his shirt and started unbuttoning it for him. In his mental haze of still not knowing if this was a dream or reality, he bought his hand up and placed it over hers. She stopped and looked at him. “I’d do anything for you,” he whispered softly.
A smile spread across her face. “I’d do anything for you too. Let me take this off you now, okay?”
Her hands were soft as they glided across his chest and up to his broad shoulders to push his shirt back. It came off easily. Hazel noticed Tyson’s heavy eyes. “Get your head on a pillow, Tys. You’ll be more comfortable.”
He pushed himself back and settled himself; meanwhile, Hazel pulled back the covers, got underneath them, and pulled them over their bodies. She snuggled into his back, his body heat radiating onto her. She paused for a moment, her lack of judgement winning out against her better judgement as she placed three kisses along Tyson’s shoulder. She dragged her lips along his skin between them, making sure her lips lingered on his skin when she was done. “That okay?”
He groaned slightly in response, nodding his head. “That feels so nice,” he sighed out.
Hazel couldn’t help but appreciate the sentiment. “Let’s go to sleep, Tys. Tomorrow when we wake up there’ll be a whole new year of memories we can make together.”
Always together.
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Anyway I can request a blurb with the line “you were put on this earth to give me a headache” with Christian Cage and a Female Reader please?
"At least I always have some advil," Christian replied with a smirk. You tilted your head slightly towards him with an unamused look on your face. 15 years of knowing each other, and he wasn't any less annoying now than he was then.
"Sometimes I wish you had never walked into my PT room," you said. Christian pouted at you for a moment, but only until you leaned over and kissed him. "Jackass."
"Yeah, I love you too, honey." Christian wrapped his arm around your shoulder as the two of you watched the monitors backstage.
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Reunited|| Chris Jericho
ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚. ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚. ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚. ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚. ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚.
X/reader - You
Chris Jericho - Chris Irvine
CW: vulgarity, mentions of genitalia
Side note: so it’s loosely but not loosely based off a dream I had with Jericho. Some parts are fuzzy in my head but the concept of it all is what happened.
ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚. ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚. ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚. ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚. ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚.
It was a convention of sorts. Wrestlers and boxers and fitness people all involved. Showing talents and outing on shows and demonstrations. You were a personal trainer who had worked with Stephanie McMahon for the last 7 or so years, helping keep her in shape while running a company and having a family. You had been within the WWE a handful or so of times over the last 7 years, talking to different talents that maybe needed something more to their workout. That was how you met Chris Jericho, before his departure. You two had become close and it showed, he showered you with affection any chance he got.
Now here we were, it’s been at least a year since you seen Jericho. You didn’t think much of him being here but when you where in the little room that was held to put your personal belongings, Jillian Micheals, approached you.
“You’re Y/n Y/l/n, I’ve heard so much about you” Jillian had out a hand out to you and you gladly shook it. A girl who was in the room looked at the two of you.
“And youre…” you had blanked on her name. Once she started saying her name it popped onto your younger and you finished her name for her.
“It’s an honor” you had smiled.
“I loved your work within the WWE” you had told her. She smiles and thanked you. You two had talked for a moment, talking about some of the wrestlers that had showed from every type of promotion when a thought popped into your head.
“Wait did you see Jericho by chance?” You had asked. She smiled at you and nodded.
“Yea he was in the merchandising area last I saw” before she could finish, you had booked it out of the room. You flew down the halls looking for Jericho and when you found him and had a huge smile on your face. Jericho was talking to other people when he saw you barreling through but he pretended he didn’t see you. He liked to tease you that way. So there you two were basically playing who could get close when you knocked down a rack of clothes in the set up little shop the convention had. You almost ran away when Chris spoke.
“I know your not gonna leave that there” he chuckles. You turned around embarrassed but shook your head.
“Well no but it got your attention.” You said. You both picked up the rack and when it was upright Jericho looked you over. You have a single second before you jumped into his arms, legs wrapping around his waist.
“Hi” you murmured into his neck, smelling his intoxicating cologne. Jericho pushed your head back from his neck and smiled down at you before he put his lips on yours. The kiss sent you into a tizzy of warmth and when he pulled back that’s when you could hear the others around you. He had walked you outside, gripping your ass as he went, giving small kisses on your face. He slowly put you down and kissed your lips once again before you were called over to help the group of girls that where going to be training outside. He gave you a smirk and smacked your ass, sending you in your way.
When you got outside you heard the girls talking and making snide remarks.
“Probably how she got anywhere, sucking Jericho off” one had whispered.
“I heard they have each others names tattooed on each others assholes” (side note: yes this was said in my dream and it fucked me up so bad) that’s when you saw red. You grabbed the girl by her hair and smashed her face into the steel of the bleachers.
“You wanna keep talking?” You asked harshly. Other girls taunted you saying you couldn’t fight and that you only got where you where because of sucking Jerichos face. By this time Chris had walked out with a few of his buddies and saw you seeing red.
“I can and I will fuck you up. You don’t talk about him or me” and you bashed her face again. You looked at the other girls ready to lunge as some of them still thought it was funny. Chris had rushed over and grabbed you by your waist lifting you up and pulling you away.
“Easy tiger” he spoke softly.
“No, I’m sick of them running their mouths because I look small. I’m fucking trainer for fucks safe doesn’t mean I can’t fight”
“I know love, I know, but she’s already got her head busted open, all done” you huffed and pet yourself relax in his arms, still fuming. His hands slipped up to your cheeks pulling you to look at him.
“What did she even say that made you switch so quick to fight mode”
“Saying I got here cause I suck you off and that we have each others names tattooed on each others assholes” the last part really sent him into a fit of chuckles, burying his face in your neck.
“Nope it’s on your right asscheek” he whispers and squeezes your ass. You smacked his arm whining.
“Chris shut up” you whined. He smiled down at you.
“God it’s so good to see you again” he spoke after a few minutes of silence and him holding you.
“Yea it is.” You spoke softly. You had missed him. You two had thought about a relationship over the course of the years but never really labeled it. You two definitely fucked with each other, and yes you had his name tattooed on your right ass cheek, a drunken dare that led to him pounding you into the hotel bed not even 2 hours after.
“I can’t go another year not seeing you” you muttered quietly. He lifted your face up to look at him. His age starting to peek through his handsome face. You’d had to be blind to see he was 30 years your senior, but he was still as spry as his 20’s, making you perfect to keep him feeling alive.
“I know baby. I can’t either.” He spoke quietly. You nodded at him.
“You’re mine, even your ass says so”
“And your mine” you spoke back.
“I mean it. No more games I need you by my side” he said kissing your forehead holding you close. You smiled and hugged him with all your might.
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I need more hook imagine, can someone write more hook 😭
I need Aew hook x fem reader where they are tag team matches or the reader come to ring and the other wrestlers made a comment that made the reader uncomfortable or coming closer to the reader and hook became hella protective of her as they are dating , i hope this makes sense and tag me too😭
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Hey besties!
I had a surgery earlier today and although I am already home, I'm gonna be pretty lazy the next few days. If anyone has Christmas blurbs/headcanons they would like to see me write, please send then in. I would like to stick with AEW for these, especially Eddie Kingston, Hook, Ricky Starks, Wardlow, Cash Wheeler, Wheeler Yuta, and Darius Martin.
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AN: this came out of nowhere while I was trying to write a completely different thing, and it was just...here.
As always, if you want to just read it on A03, the link is right here! Otherwise, have a good read!
Jon Moxley wore his feelings on his sleeves, and everywhere else.
He loves just as hard as he fights, and that sets him up for disaster that he can almost see coming but still takes him by surprise. Despite that, he’s still a bit amazed that his circle has gotten bigger than he remembered, everytime he looks at the many numbers that exist on his phone, when someone invites him out, or even when Bryan sends something in the groupchat that causes his phone to become a buzzing nightmare.
It’s the reason why he gives out more hugs, more headlocks to Yuta and more conversations, both meaningful and random. So those feelings caused him to get a bit soft in some areas, so sue him. He could hardly ever cut them off, even when someone hurt him. It just turned into anger, and violence against this person because how dare they? To betray him for some gold or just because? And he hates that a part of him still cares underneath that anger, because of the times they had each other’s back.
His feelings were on his sleeves, hard to take out of any action he takes in and out of the ring. That was just him.
So feeling the anger he had suddenly cooled over was…different. He didn’t know what face he was making but it was one that caused Bryan to blanched a bit. He just felt himself becoming more done the more he heard the other person on the phone talking.
Someone who he once considered a brother. Someone that told him to forgive the only other person that stabbed him in the back, even when he wasn’t ready or was willing to.
But Mox let him finish his little speech, about how he needed someone in his corner because everyone else left him, and that he was the only one who would have his back no matter what. He let him go on and on while his anger was making him mentally cut off every hug, every pep talk, every celebration hug, every little moment until he wanted nothing more with this person.
Finally, he registered that the person was done talking.
Mox then began his own speech.
He started off asking if the person on the other line thought he was really that fucking stupid. He heard the barking of a rebuttal explode in the small speakers of his phone, and saw Bryan ready to attack back, but Mox raised his hand, his anger now flaring up.
Yuta later said he heard Mox’s reply ring into the halls.
It stung for him to roar out, but he wasn’t family to him. Not anymore.
Once he dropped that, then he started pouring out everything. How he saw everything he did on Smackdown, how he was treating Jay and Jimmy, Sami, and Seth, who Mox found out that he never really forgave for what he did and destroyed in the ring. At that, Jon finally tried to reign back the flames he had ignited, as he heard silence again between the roaring of his ears.
Again he looks up to see Bryan impressed. He flicks him off, a bit of anger rolling off with it as he glances back at the phone.
The phone crackles to life, asking what was his answer then. No remorse, like Mox’s words didn’t even matter.
That was the last snip of connection.
He was really letting this go.
This wasn’t who he knew. Or that he thought he knew.
And that hurted.
Mox still has his feelings on his sleeves. He just needed to cover them for a few more sentences.
Mox finally growled out something along the lines of go to hell, then pressed the red button on his phone.
The coolness he felt was giving way. He was huffing more than breathing, but he didn’t care. He pulled the hoodie up on his head. Mox felt more than heard Bryan moving closer towards him, sitting on the other side of him. He leaned his head back onto the seat, rolling his head towards Bryan.
‘The fuck you want?’ is what he gives out with a glare, and all he got back was a half hearted eye-roll and Bryan putting his full weight on his shoulder as he leaned onto him. A wordless promise that he’s not sure of yet.
Jon Moxley wore his feelings on his sleeves, and everywhere else, even if it hurts.
It was worth it in the end.
#aew fanfiction#jon moxley#bryan danielson#mentions of roman reigns and wheeler yuta but one is much more heavily implied#this was like...a random blurb
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just friends, pt. 1
aka, when it could have happened again
from the past of portofino ft. kenny omega
gif credit @/bloodycowboyclub
Length: 3175 words
Summary: There's a snowstorm in Toronto that's grounded all flights, and for Tyson and Hazel, there's only one bed in the hotel room.
A/N: I can't stop writing about Kenny. But also, if you want to get blue balls this is for you! TW for mentions of body image issues.
24th January 2017
Tyson was pretending not to listen to the conversation Hazel was having on the phone with her mom.
“Hey mom…how are you?...I’m alright…Well, Tyson and I are stuck in Toronto…Yeah, our flight wouldn’t fly out. Apparently there’s too much snow and the conditions are too icy, and it’s getting even colder tonight so they cancelled a whole bunch of flights…Yeah, yeah, there’s a ton of cancelled flights…It’s another one of those ice storms…No no, I’m okay, we—…yeah, we have a place to stay. We just went back to the hotel. They still had our rooms available so we just paid for an extra night…Mom, even if I wanted to go stay with Zia Annunziata and Zio Tony I wouldn’t be able to get there, there’s like two inches of ice on the road. They’re telling everybody to stay put…Yeah, Tyson is in the room just beside mine, we’re gonna grab some room service and just go to bed…yes of course it would be better to have Zia Annunziata’s cooking right now but if I took a picture of the roads and sent it to you, you would be happy I’m not putting myself in danger to drive to North York just to eat a plate of pasta…Okay…Okay…Okay…Okay I will…Yes…Yes…Okay, I love you too. Bye.”
Tyson couldn’t help the smile that crept onto his face near the end of the conversation. “Moms, huh?”
Hazel rolled her eyes. “I swear to God, she became a stereotypical Italian mother the day she married my dad.”
“You’re her only child, it fits,” he shrugged his shoulders. “How good is that pasta, though? I might be willing to risk it.”
Hazel smiled. “It’s great. Not as great as my dad’s was, but great nonetheless.”
“Also…” Tyson continued, pausing, wondering if he should even bring it up. “Separate rooms? Really?”
“What my mom doesn’t know won’t hurt her,” Hazel explained. “You don’t want to know how many times I’ve told her there have been other women travelling with me when there wasn’t. I just don’t want to keep her up at night. I already ran away and joined the circus.”
“But it’s me.”
“And she loves you, but…I’m her only child. It fits,” she used Tyson’s words.
“Touché. Touché.”
Hazel readjusted herself slightly so her neck was more comfortable as she used his stomach as a pillow. Tyson was always so comfortable. It didn’t matter what part of him she would inevitably end up using as a pillow – shoulder, forearm, stomach, chest…hell, she was pretty sure she even used his thighs once. Despite his muscle, he was cosy all over. Every part of him. “Can you pass me my book?”
Tyson nodded, reaching over to the nightstand to grab it. She had to readjust again, and he apologized, but she waved him off. Once they got comfortable, Tyson draped his arm over Hazel, much to her surprise. But she welcomed it. They were always sort of…touching each other. Not sexually, of course. But they were closer than most and comfortable enough with each other that it wasn’t weird, it wasn’t creepy, it wasn’t off-putting. Being holed up in a hotel room while three feet of snow fell outside wasn’t exactly the best of circumstances, but Hazel cherished the fact that at least she was with Tyson when she could have been alone.
Tyson had agreed to be her first guest on her brand new endeavour, Kick Out in the Kitchen, a YouTube show she was starting where she would be teaching wrestlers how to cook her dad’s recipes. Having him be the inaugural guest was huge – it basically guaranteed her success. When she had initially asked him, Tyson didn’t even hesitate before he said yes. It was a given to him – there was no way he would have said no. He could have had no hands and he still would have said yes for Hazel. They had filmed all afternoon in a studio, first cooking a spaghetti carbonara before preparing a tiramisu, and she’d been sent the entire file of film right before their flight was cancelled. When she began watching the video in the airport, she couldn’t help but laugh at everything that was happening. Tyson had always made her laugh – it was one of the things she loved most about him and loved most about their relationship – but he had really turned it on during filming. The close up of him attempting to split the egg white and the yolk had her howling. Everything turned out great.
But what she couldn’t get over was how she looked.
She’d gotten her hair and makeup professionally done, so that wasn’t the issue. What bothered her was…entirely different. She noticed it in the very beginning, when she was introducing herself and the concept of the show, going through her family’s history and paying focus on her dad. It was how her arms looked in the top she was wearing. It was how, when she looked down at certain points, a double-chin became present. It was how she chose to wear a tight-fitting shirt even though she didn’t have abs anymore, which was very apparent. It was how her high-rise jeans gave her a nice ass but also a muffin top.
After having to quit wrestling, her body had changed. Thirty pounds heavier now, and noticeably chubbier, Hazel couldn’t get the image out of her mind. Would viewers notice? Would they comment on it? What about other wrestlers? Would they say anything? What about Tyson? The thoughts and questions couldn’t leave her mind. She was sure she read the same page over thirty times because she wasn’t truly concentrating on her novel.
After driving herself crazy thinking about it all, she closed her book and pulled herself up, grabbing at her old t-shirt and shorts that had been placed on her pillows earlier. Instead of going to the bathroom to change, she didn’t bother. She just sat on the edge of the bed, pulling her shirt off and unclasping her bra. It wasn’t anything Tyson hadn’t seen before, truthfully, but she still knew it was a bit of a bold move. She took her time, deciding to take off her leggings and put on her shorts before taking her time unfolding her old t-shirt to put it on.
She wasn’t sure if it was just her mind playing tricks on her or if it actually happened, but when she faced the bed again, she thought she saw Tyson’s eyes looking at her for a nano second before pretending he wasn’t and focusing back on his phone. As if she changed in front of him all the time. As if stripping down at the edge of a bed they were sharing in a hotel room was a common occurrence. She wondered if he was staring because now, instead of muscles in her shoulders and back, there was nothing. She wondered if he was staring to see how big her thighs had gotten or how many extra rolls there were on her stomach when she bent forward.
She shut off the lamp on her side of the bed. “Tired?” Tyson asked.
She nodded, not bothering to say anything. Tyson immediately noticed something was wrong. Instead of shutting off his light too, he watched her move around to pull back the covers beside him. “What’s the matter?”
Damn him. He always fucking knew. Hazel eyed him before sighing. She sat with her legs crossed, facing him. He was still sitting up in the bed. “If I asked you a question, would you be honest with me?” she asked.
“Always.”
She held her breath. She could already feel her cheeks getting hot. God, she was so stupid. “Um, you know today…when we were filming?”
“Yeah…”
There was a pause. This wasn’t how Hazel wanted things to begin. She shook her head vehemently, as if the conversation was an Etch-A-Sketch and she was erasing it. Tyson knew she was fighting something he couldn’t see. “I don’t—scratch that. Let me—um, today…did you ever see—no…”
“—Hazel—” Tyson began reaching out to her.
“Do you think people will think I’m fat when they see the video?”
Tyson stopped dead in his tracks. He wasn’t expecting that. “I—what?” he blurted out. “Haze, what would make you think that?”
She shrugged her shoulders as if she hadn’t spent the last half hour pretending to read a book when all she could think of was this very question. “Did you know I’ve gained over thirty pounds since I broke my neck?”
“That’s to be expected,” he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You’re not training anymore. You don’t have to be in ring shape. You know, you’re still more fit than half the wrestlers I know.”
That didn’t make her feel any better. “It’s noticeable,” she diverted her eyes. She didn’t want to see his reaction. “I…there’s been other people who have broken their necks and they’ve been able to maintain their physique.”
“That’s bullshit and you know it.”
She sighed, trying to wiggle close to him. When Tyson noticed, he pawed at her leg, and she ended up in his lap, straddling him so they could get to the bottom of this face-to-face. “We’re part of an industry where there’s an obsessive focus on our bodies,” she said. “And like, I get it, because it’s wrestling. But I feel so shitty about it. I…it’s…” she paused, the first of her tears rolling down her face. She tried to wipe them away but it was futile. “It’s noticeable, Ty. It is. And I just know there’s going to be people out there who focus on it. They’re going to bring up Angle or Austin or Edge and talk about their broken necks and how they were able to stay in shape. And I’m…I’m afraid that that’s all anyone’s gonna see. Like, oh, look at what’s become of Lavender Haze, you know?”
“Hazel, you need to stop downplaying what happened. You didn’t just break your neck. You almost fucking died in the ring. We almost – I almost lost you. That’s a bigger deal than you gaining thirty pounds or any other bullshit.”
I almost lost you. Hearing those words made her heart tighten. She couldn’t even repeat them in her mind for too long or else she knew she’d think back to her stay in the hospital. But the sentiment remained. “I just…I’m more than just my body, you know? I want that to get across.”
“C’mere,” Tyson urged her to nestle into his chest. She did exactly that and he wrapped his strong arms around her for comfort. She almost immediately felt more at ease, taking a huge breath in and out as she relaxed into him. “You have nothing to worry about, Hazel. Everybody’s gonna love it, because everybody loves you,” he said.
Tyson was never complicated with things. He could say the simplest words, but it would bring her so much relief, so much security, so much reassurance. There was a moment of silence between them. “Did you really think you almost lost me?” she asked, her voice quiet.
She could feel Tyson nod. “When you explained to me what the doctor told you…I was a mess,” he admitted in a voice equally as quiet. “I freaked out after Dustin’s call, and I thought it couldn’t get worse. But then when you called me after surgery, and you explained everything in detail—”
“—I remember you tearing up on the call.”
“That wasn’t even the half of it,” Tyson admitted. “We hung up and I lost it, Haze. I absolutely lost it. It was probably the closest thing I’ve ever had to an anxiety attack. Okada had to help me calm down.”
If Hazel could physically nestle herself more into Tyson, she did. She wanted and needed to get as close to him as possible. Her hand was on his chest and then it was on his neck. She pictured him in Japan getting the phone call and got sick to her stomach. She knew that if the roles were reversed, she’d have to get an injection of fucking morphine to calm down. “For what it’s worth, you’d never lose me,” she whispered. Then a pause. “If I’m going, I’m taking you with me.”
Tyson smiled, resting his cheek on her head. They stayed like that for a while, close, just feeling each other and listening to each other breathe. Hazel’s fingers traced along the skin of his neck and jawline. Tyson’s hand had pushed her pyjama shirt up and hade made skin to skin contact. They were silent.
“Can I kiss you, Ty?”
Tyson closed his eyes. He wanted to – he knew that much – but he knew he shouldn’t. Scratch that – he couldn’t. He couldn’t do that to himself, to Hazel. He couldn’t put them in that position. Even if it would rip him apart. “That’s not the best idea, Haze,” he said. “You just want to because you’re feeling very vulnerable right now. I don’t—I’m not going to take advantage of you like that.”
He could feel her nod slightly, a shaky breath leaving her. “You’re right. I—I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have to apologize. I just don’t want you doing something that you regret later.”
‘But I won’t regret it’ she thought to herself. ‘I would never regret anything with you. I never have and I never will.’ “Thanks for always looking out for me, Ty.”
They cuddled for a while longer before Tyson reached over to turn off his lamp. He pulled the covers over their bodies and made sure they nestled together again, spooning so her back was against his chest, their bodies touching at every point. His arms were still wrapped around her.
“For what it’s worth Hazel, I still think you’re beautiful. I always will,” he whispered into her ear.
“Will you?”
“You can always count on that. I’m always gonna think you’re beautiful. That won’t change.” He paused for a moment, his lack of judgement winning out against his better judgement as he placed three kisses along her shoulder. He dragged his lips along her skin between them, making sure his lips lingered on her skin when he was done. “That okay?”
“That feels so nice,” she sighed out, her tone clearly appreciative and savouring the feeling. “I’m sorry I’m so needy,” she said.
‘I want you to be needy’ Tyson thought to himself. Selfishly. ‘I want you to have to need me.’ “You’re not being needy,” he settled on saying instead. “And besides, even if you are, we always need each other in our lives, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
***
Tyson could hear clearly the smacking of their bodies together as he looked down at Hazel. With her body spread out under him, she looked just as beautiful as he remembered the last time she was in this position in Portofino. “Deeper, baby,” Hazel’s voice mewled out like a song.
“You need me deeper?” Tyson asked, though his voice was much louder than hers.
He watched as Hazel nodded below him, her breasts bouncing with each of his thrusts. He hummed in reply, and it sent vibrations that shook him and everything around him like there was a hyperactive earthquake. “I want you so deep and I want you to come inside me,” she breathed, reaching out for him to bring her closer to her body. “You remember the last times you came inside me? Didn’t it feel amazing?”
His groan at her words started another earthquake, everything vibrating around him. “Yes,” he managed to huff out. Suddenly, the room that they were in changed to their hotel room in Portofino. After only a couple of seconds, it changed into the hotel room in Tokyo. Every detail was there. “You’re so beautiful, Haze. I love you so much.”
She tried to say ‘I love you’ back – he knew she was trying – but the sound was muffled.
“Tell me, baby. Tell me you love me too.”
He watched as she tried again, this time the noises coming out of her sounding like the parents in Charlie Brown.
“Haze…”
Her mouth was moving again, but he couldn’t hear a thing.
He felt his heart beating rapidly. “Hazel, say it. Say it,” he begged.
She was drifting away from him now, escaping from his grasp like the wind. He couldn’t hold on to her. He couldn’t keep her from going. “Hazel,” he called out to her, desperate. Suddenly, he was reaching out for her. “Don’t go Hazel. Tell me you love me. You need to tell me you love me.”
“I need you, Ty,” she said, her body disappearing into clouds. “You need me too, don’t you?”
“Of course I do! Where are you going?”
“Back to bed. Come back to bed with me!”
Tyson’s entire body jolted awake. He was back in the hotel room in Toronto, acutely aware of his surroundings. His chest was almost heaving as he got his bearings, realizing that Hazel was still wrapped in his arms, soundly asleep. She wasn’t moving further and further away from him. She wasn’t floating off into clouds.
But what she was doing made Tyson immediately realize why he was having such a dream in the first place.
“Hazel…” he whispered cautiously, but could only hear her little snores. “Hazel you gotta stop.”
She was grinding her ass against him, and judging by the fact that she was clearly still asleep, she was doing it subconsciously, even. Tyson groaned slightly. The fact she was doing this without knowing – that her body was quite literally physically reacting to being so close to his – made his head spin. He could tell, and he could feel it – he was already hard. He had no idea how long it had been going on for, but he knew that he would have to be the one to stop it.
He gently placed a hand on her hips, pushing her ever so slightly. Eventually, the grinding stopped, which allowed him to slip away from her slowly and gently, ensuring she didn’t wake up as he rolled away from her and out of the bed. He looked down at his shorts and knew the only way he could go back to sleep was if he took care of…well…
He stepped into the washroom and finished the dream he’d just had, the way he wanted it to go.
When he slipped back into bed, he lay on his back looking up at the ceiling, going over what had just happened in his mind. He couldn’t believe he just had to masturbate to one of his dreams. What was he, fifteen? It wasn’t until he started drifting off to sleep again did Hazel move. And when she did, she flipped around, found his body in the bed, and nestled into him completely, laying her head on his chest and hooking one of her legs over his.
A vicious cycle.
#kenny omega#kenny omega imagine#kenny omega fic#kenny omega fan fic#kenny omega blurb#aew#aew imagine#aew fic#aew fan fic#aew blurb#kenny omega x oc#kenny omega x original character#kenny omega x ofc#kenny omega x original female character
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“You have got to stop telling people we broke up” with Christian Cage please?
"It's funny," you told Christian as you pat him on the top of the head.
"Matt Hardy just texted me to tell me I have his condolences, and Jack keeps flirting with you on Twitter. I don't like this," Christian told you.
"Technically, I just told people that we aren't dating anymore, not that we broke up. It's not my fault that none of them noticed the engagement ring."
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my fic recs masterlist
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Bucky Barnes:
all bucky barnes
headcanon - blurb - one-shot - series
dbf!bucky - brothers bff - bff’s brother
neighbour - housewife reader
lumberjack - firefighter - bodyguard
priest bucky - college
football player - hockey player - boxer
professor - teacher - librarian/bookshop
coffee shop - soulmate - royal
other AUs - taboo
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Stranger Things characters:
all eddie munson - all steve harrington
eddie and steve (x reader)
billy hargrove - jason carver - mike wheeler
dmitri enzo antonov - jim hopper
robin buckley - nancy wheeler
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Outer Banks Characters:
all Rafe Cameron
all JJ Maybank
Rafe Cameron and JJ Maybank (x reader)
Pope Heyward - Topper Thorton
John B. - Sarah Cameron
Kiara Carrera
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Marvel characters:
Wanda Maximoff - Kate Bishop
Natasha Romanoff - Yelena Belova
Peter Parker - Pietro Maximoff
Steve Rogers - Stephen Strange
Frank Castle - Matt Murdock
Moon knight - Steven Grant
Joaqín Torres - Clint Barton
Loki Laufeyson - Druig
Eddie Brock - Miles Morales
Miguel O’hara - Hobie Brown
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Harry Potter characters:
Sirius Black - Remus Lupin
James Potter - Poly!Marauders
Lily potter - Cedric Diggory
George Weasley - Fred Weasley
Severus Snape - Tom Riddle
Draco Malfoy
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Avatar (James Cameron) charachters:
neteyam - aonung - lo’ak
rotxo - kiri - spider
jake sully - neytiri - tsu’tey
tonowari - ronal - colonel quaritch
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Top Gun chracters:
Fanboy - Hangman - Rooster - Bob
Iceman
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Wednesday characters:
Xavier Thorpe - Ajax Petropolus
Wednesday Addams - Divina
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Bridgerton characters:
Anthony Bridgerton - Benedict Bridgerton
Colin Bridgerton
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Criminal Minds characters:
Spencer Reid - Aaron Hotchner
Derek Morgan
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The Last of Us characters:
Joel Miller - Ellie Williams
Abby Anderson
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The Devil All The Time characters:
Tommy Matson - Lee Bodecker
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Uncharted characters:
Nate Drake - Sam Drake
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Euphoria characters:
Elliot (Euphoria) - Fezco
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On My Block characters:
Mario Martinez - Oscar Diaz
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Modern Family characters:
Luke Dunphy - Alex Dunphy
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Ted Lasso:
Roy Kent - Jamie Tartt
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NHL players:
Matthew Ktachuk - Trevor Zegras
Nolan Patrick - Tyler Seguin
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Actors:
Sebastian Stan - Joseph Quinn
Jamie Campbell Bower - Danny Ramirez
Drew Starkey - Rudy Pankow
Ben Hardy - Bella Ramsey
Jenna Ortega
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Miscellaneous characters:
Eli ‘Hawk’ Moskowitz - Marcus Baker
Rodrick Heffley - Hunter Sylvester
Lloyd Hansen - Ari Levinson
Nick Fowler - Tangerine
Rhett Abbott - Hayden ‘Harvard Hottie’
Colin (Not Okay) - Min Ho (Xo, Kitty)
Ash (No Exit) - James Maguire (Derby Girls)
Jake Peralta - Nick Miller - Brian O’conner
Anakin Skywalker - Bruno Madrigal
Tadashi Hamada - Kakashi Hatake
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Miscellaneous real people:
Billie Eilish - AEW Hook
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*Updated whenever there’s a new character <3
#wintersoldierslover#fic recs#fanfiction#fanfic#bucky barnes x reader#eddie munson x reader#steve harrington x reader#eddie munson x reader x steve harrington#billy hargrove x reader#jason carver x reader#robin buckley x reader#nancy wheeler x reader#rafe cameron x smut#jj mabank x reader#jj maybank x reader x rafe cameron#wanda maximoff x reader#kate bishop x reader#natasha romanoff x reader#yelena belova x reader#peter parker x reader#pietro maximoff x reader#steve rogers x reader#stephen strange x reader#frank castle x reader#matt murdock x reader#moon knight x reader#marc spector x reader#jake lockley x reader#steven grant x reader#joaquin torres x reader
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Can someone write
The reader gets hurts ( her leg or ribs or shoulder anything) during the match but still continues the match and wins but she collapse or pass out from/do to the pain and Aew hook watches the whole thing before running out to help her 😭😭😭
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My Master list <3
WWE
MIND GAMES - Seth Rollins x OC = “You want to play mind games on your older brother?” Who can say no to that question……
AEW
A Southern Helping Hand - Hook x OC = Kris Statlander isn't available? Don't worry AEW's Southern Belle is always available to help.
Pezzy :)
Drunk Pezzy ---A small blurb from Pezzy being drunk.
Driving W/Pezzy --- Driving with Pezzy Song-fic {Strange by Miranda Lambert}
Back Seating in Action ---Chat back seating on a game, inspo from his clip
More Nut in my Butt --- Out of context clip
#aew dynamite#wrestling#aew rampage#wwe#wwe fanfiction#wwe imagine#wwe smackdown#oc#seth rollins#roman reigns#aew collision#aew#aew fanfiction#aew imagine#all elite wrestling#masterlist#relationship#uhhh#idk how to tag this#im updating i swear#Chaos-chloe#pezzy fanfic#pezzy x you#pezzy#frog house#frouse
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Roderick Strong Primer Part II: But Who IS He, Tho?
Part I | Part II (you are here) | Part III | Part IV
[CW: mentions of alcohol and drug abuse, dysfunctional familial relationships, and gun violence]
Roderick Strong is the super cool wrestling OC donut steal of one Christopher Lindsey, born on July 26, 1983 in Eau Claire, Wisconsin. However, his family moved to Tampa soon after, which probably epigenetically contributed to him turning out a pretty good example of a Florida Man—or, at least, a Man from Florida. His mother is a paralegal, while his father is a self-taught musician who became/maybe still is an Elvis impersonator (yes, that’s why there was a picture of him as a child dressed in a sparkly jumpsuit on stage during that recent Collision promo); sibling-wise, he has one that we know of, a half-sister who is older than him by four years.
His childhood was…less than perfect. According to him, both in wrestling company-produced backstory blurbs and videos and interviews where he’s just shooting the shit with his buddies, he’d be left alone for hours at a time to basically babysit himself while his age was still in the single digits. His father had problems with alcohol, and would often come home from the bars he performed at around 4 or 5 in the morning; his mother had issues with harder drugs. Said parents would apparently get into screaming matches a lot. He had few friends and was picked on, in part because the family kept moving around Florida and in part because he was an awkward fat kid (to the point that in first grade he learned to pick his nose until it bled, something I didn’t even know you could do, so that he could go home early rather than deal with the fact no one wanted to talk to him at school). He liked math and he played a lot of sports, but because of a particular character trait of his that I will discuss from a kayfabe perspective in part 3 he still struggled to find a place for himself.
Then, of course, there was the incident that was both probably pretty traumatic and, if it didn’t happen, would have maybe meant that he would have never wrestled in the first place: when he was ten or eleven or twelve years old, his mom shot his dad near-fatally. The latter had to go to the hospital; the former spent some time in jail. After his father recovered, for a period of time he had to raise his son as a single parent.
Completely unrelatedly, said dad—who Roderick describes as both athletic and not at the same time—at one point got an invitation to learn how to wrestle under a “former WWE star” (which, especially in the 90s, everyone who ever jobbed on a single show billed themselves as). He agreed—but what to do about his kid while he trained? If they couldn’t afford to get someone to look after him before the incident, they probably still couldn’t on a single person’s salary.
His solution was, of course, to just bring his son with him. He’s not been totally consistent with how he described his initial reaction to tagging along: in 2015 he said he was a big wrestling fan and loved it; in 2023, during his appearance on AEW Unrestricted, he said he liked it beforehand but was a lapsed fan by the time his dad started learning how to wrestle. Either way, for the first month or so he just sat on the grass and watched sweaty, shirtless adults being put through their paces by their trainer—who, it turns out, was an actual former WWE star in Jim “The Anvil” Neidhart.
It was also Anvil who, despite only actively supervising for four or so months, catalyzed Roderick wanting to do wrestling, too. The story goes like this: after a month, he invited Roddy (who was 12 or 13 at the time) to get into the ring. According to the latter, all he did was “mess around a bit” on the top rope; as they were driving home, however, his dad mentioned that Anvil had told him his kid had potential, and that if he kept at it he might be somebody in pro wrestling. Whether or not the guy meant what he said, this was apparently the first time Roderick had been told by anyone who weren’t his parents that he was good at something, and from that point he began training in earnest.
His life was progressing in other ways, too. He was a two-way American football player at his high school, and ended up netting an academic scholarship to the University of South Florida, where he studied business for two years before dropping out.
Going back to wrestling, though, he ended up debuting at something like 14 or 15 and was already getting somewhere in-ring wise. For example, the former WWE wrestler Victoria’s finisher, the Widow’s Peak, is a move Molly Holly (who he’s friends with thanks to the Tampa wrestling circuit connection, by the way) apparently saw Roddy do at 14 in a backyard wrestling ring and recommended to Victoria for her to use. He also helped train, while he was still a teenager, his kayfabe brother and former tag team partner Sedrick Strong—who, if you’re wondering, came up with his ring name first, and was so set on it that, being billed as brothers and all, Roderick Strong had to be named Roderick Strong.
It’s hard to believe now, but initially Sedrick, who ended up retiring from prowres and becoming the branch manager of Tampa Toyota at one point, was the more successful one, participating in the pretty prestigious ECWA Super 8 tournament in 2003. Because of the same character trait I alluded to earlier, Roderick almost quit wrestling entirely in response. Fortunately for me and the 12 other Roddy marks active on the internet, he soon got an offer from Ring of Honor (for those doing the math, he was 19 at the time), ending up in the promotion around the same time as some really famous guys from there were active: Danielson, Punk, Joe…
ROH remained his home promotion for nearly 15 years, and while there, among other accolades, he became their second Triple Crown champion (the first was Eddie Edwards, his partner in the tag team the Dojo Bros). He also, at least in-ring, really got to know his future Undisputed Era stablemates in Kyle O’Reilly and Adam Cole. Roddy worked a lot of places, though, both on the indies and not: in the latter category, he went to Japan to wrestle for places like NOAH (and met Bobby Fish, another UE member, in the back of those tour buses), did TNA, and even had a one-off appearance on WWE Smackdown against Kurt Angle.
One of the independent promotions he worked, meanwhile, was (of course) California’s Pro Wrestling Guerrilla. He had matches there for over 11 years, from 2005 to, as described in the first part of this primer, his five minute championship rematch against ZSJ in 2016 (which also happened to be the event celebrating the promotion’s 13 year anniversary). I haven’t watched a lot of them pre-2014, but the ones I have? Bangers—but I don’t expect anything less from a Roderick Strong match, if I’m being honest.
But pro wrestling is, as much I hate to admit it, about more than technical greatness (though as I will try to touch on in parts 3 and 4, Roddy has been really great at the non-verbal parts of wrestling in general for years, including expressing and eliciting emotion in-ring). One of the most common criticisms lobbied at Roderick Strong until maybe a few months ago was that he had nothing beyond his technique. During his time as PWG heel champ, though, I am of the opinion that he proved those criticisms outdated—though admittedly it took him several years to get there.
In 2013 and before that, he was mostly a goofy face; in 2014, after he beat Adam Cole for the PWG #1 contendership at PWG ELEVEN, he turned heel on that same show by attacking Kyle O'Reilly post-title defense. It was only after losing his own title match to Kyle, though, then winning the championship one show later anyway thanks to goading a Kyle who’d literally just beaten Ricochet into a brutal 20+ minute Guerrilla Warfare match (at an event called, funnily enough, Black Cole Sun; these guys are all connected man LOL), that his heel turn was truly cemented. Armed with his stiff style, letterman jacket, End of Heartache as his entrance music, and his shitty little boots—which, by the way, originated from Trent? making him a t-shirt design with that phrase on it—he proceeded to terrorize the fans via being a massive prick and fight against a laundry list of some really good wrestlers:
Trevor Lee (now Cameron Grimes)
Zack Sabre Jr.
Speedball Mike Bailey
Matt Sydal
Chris Hero
Drew Galloway (now Drew McIntyre)
Mark Andrews
…and I’m not even counting the Mt. Rushmore 2.0/multi-man stuff!
Then ZSJ finally beat him for the title in a great bout and he left indie wrestling for WWE soon after. You know the drill. So, if you’re wondering why I and the previously mentioned 12 Roddy marks freaked out when he came back during PWG’s Mystery Vortex 8—which was also the 20th anniversary of the promotion’s founding!—hopefully this explains why a little. He just feels right in a PWG ring.
But the fact of the matter is he couldn’t come back for nearly seven years, whether to PWG or ROH or the many places all around the world he’s wrestled in. As I’ve mentioned, I didn’t watch NXT at that point, so I’ll let someone else explain that time in his career if ever; I also am making the assumption that if you’re reading this you’re aware of his current AEW run, so I’m not gonna recap that history either. He’s existed for 40 years and been wrestling for well over 20 of them, man, I don’t think I could get to everything he’s done even if I wanted to.
So: a basic history established. You might be wondering, though: throughout his long career…what was he like? As a North American wrestler who wrestles in the North American context, does he have that essential component of pro wrestling? Did he have a character?
The popular answer until recently? No. In part 3, though, I will hopefully provide some evidence that, at least by the time I first watched him, the answer was yes.
#mel's writing tag#roderick strong#part 3 will take longer to make as it requires analysis and also a lot of data gathering :')#but I'll see this through hopefully!
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AEW Masterlist
Updated: 12/10/23
Fluff - F
Smut - S (18+ only)
Series:
Stuck in the Middle - Hook/Ricky Starks
Part 1 - F
Part 2 - F
Part 3 - F
Part 4 - F
Part 5 - F
Part 6 - F
Part 7 - F
Part 8 -F
Part 9 -F
Part 10 -F
Darius Martin ✈️
Care to Dance - F
Hide and Seek - S
Savior - F
Threesome - S (with Hook)
Toys and Lads -F
Unloading - S headcanon
Eddie Kingston 🎤
Autumn Leaves - S
Birthday Babe - F
Cake Please - F
Don’t Be Insecure Girl - Part 1 (dirty talk F) and Part 2 (S)
First Time - S
Fuck Me Right? - S
Helicopter - S
I Got You Babe - F
Look At Me - S
Pictures - Dirty talk F
Secret - F
Shut Your Mouth - Part 1 (F) and Part 2 (S)
Thirst Trap -S
Yes Master - S
Hook 🪝
A Picture Says A Thousand Words - F
ABC, It's As Easy As 123 -S
Comfort and Reassurance - F
Get Ready to Ride - S
Hairy Situation - Part 1 (F), Part 2 (F), Part 3 (S)
How Can I Thank You? - Part 1 (F), Part 2 (S), Part 3 (F)
Jealousy - S
Let's Get Nauti - headcanon
Nasty - Part 1 (S)
Nervous - F
Race to Room 217 - F
Reconnect - Part 1 (F), Part 2 (S)
Sit On My Lap - Part 1 (S), Part 2 (F)
Stay Away From Her - S
Stressed Out - S
Threesome - S (with Darius Martin)
You Wanted My Attention - S
Jon Moxley/Dean ⛓️
Jealousy blurb - F
Walking in on him... - S
Ricky Starks 🌟
Cold Season - F
Don't Go Chasing Waterfalls - S
Oops... I Fell Into Your Lap - S
Phone Sex - S headcanon
Stroke Daddy - S
Santana🧨
In Da Club - F
Wardlow 💪
Daddy's Home - F
Giving Lip - Part 1 (F), Part 2 (S)
Handcuffs - S
I'll Take Care of You - F
Mercy - S
Sucker For Pain - S
The Interview - S
The Ritual - S
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Lightweight
Fandom: AEWPairing/Form: Pac x OC / Blurb
Warnings: Technically an alcohol mention (being a lightweight as a metaphor) though no one drinks in the scene
Word Count: 195
Plot: Pac and his new beloved are on their second date, and he’s not the only one who can tease.
A/N: This is just a random blurb I’ve had in my drafts for ages. I don’t really plan on expanding on it here but thought some might get a tickle out of it <3.
“What do you think?”
“I’m surprised.”
He raised his eyebrows.
“I thought it would be somewhere nature-y again. Since you find it so peaceful.”
He chuckled. “I thought about taking you to some gardens near here, but it’s too public. Too crowded…I still want to keep you to myself…don’t get me wrong, I’ll want to show ya off too, but right now,” he turned to look at me, his eyes almost hungry for a moment, “I want our time together to be just us. I want you to only see me, and I want to be the only one who sees you.”
I kept walking, looking at him instead of at where I was going, backing away from him. “You better be careful what you say, Pac.”
He followed, slowly, taking one step for every three I took, keeping pace but letting me stray ahead. “Why is that, love?”
My head tilted, but our eyes never broke contact, “Because I’m a lightweight, and your attention is intoxicating.”
He smirked and I fought a shiver. “You’re bold today, little dove.”
My lips mirrored his, “I’m a kaleidoscope, dear. Endless angles - you’d better stay on your toes.”
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What if I maybe opened up requests for some imagines or somethin?
I'm thinking about opening up my mailbox for imagine/reader inserts/blurbs/drabbles/headcanons and what not. If anyone feels like submitting some prompts or ideas, drop 'em in my inbox!
Here's who I'm open to writing for, my favorites in bold. This list will probably be edited in some way, shape, or form in the future. I will say it now that I do reserve the right to not take a request if I'm not comfortable writing it (for example I'm open for writing smut, but I will not write non-con). If anyone has any questions, feel free to ask! I feel like this post may be pretty vague since I'm writing it in the middle of the night, so edits will be made in the future regarding rules or further specifications. However, if you see this and you have questions right off the bat, please reach out to me someway and I'll give you an answer ASAP.
WWE
Seth Rollins
Randy Orton
Damien Priest
Drew McIntyre
Roman Reigns
Baron Corbin
AJ Styles
Sami Zayn
Dolph Ziegler
Matt Riddle
AEW
Kenny Omega
"Hangman" Adam Page
Adam Cole
Christian Cage
Matt Jackson
Nick Jackson
Eddie Kingston
Jon Moxley
Hook
"Jungle Boy" Jack Perry
Orange Cassidy
CM Punk
MJF
Jeff Hardy
Cash Wheeler
Dax Hardwood
Love you all <3
-WD
#wwe imagine#wwe#wwe fanfiction#aew#aew fanfiction#aew imagine#wwe smut#aew smut#requests#requests open
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