hey, friends! super excited to have a place to put all my writings. in this post you’ll get an idea of what my guidelines are (sort of, anyway) and who i’ll write for.
suggestions are always open so please feel free to send anything in from my prompt tag or just something you’d like to see. however, when sending suggestions, please understand they’re just ideas and i may not write yours. at least not immediately.
no smut requests. there might be some added to stories where it fits organically but most of what i write will be pg-13.
who i’ll write for:
atticus cogar
christian cage
chuck taylor
daniel garcia
eddie kingston
ethan page
jay white
joey janela
jon moxley
kenny omega
mjf
orange cassidy
scorpio sky
swerve strickland
wardlow
don’t see someone you’d like to see me write for here? just ask. before you do, please remember i will refuse any suggestion for someone who makes me uncomfy.
Joey Janela: I Drug Your Ghost Across The Country And We Plotted Out My Death.
pairing: joey janelaxfem!reader.
warnings: mentions of alcohol, one sad bad boy.
summary: right off a win with a wrestling legend joey can’t even be excited about it as his break up with you weighs heavily on his mind.
word count: 636.
Joey had never really believed in hauntings. He’d laugh when regaled with outlandish tales of eerie apparitions — when you’re dead, you’re dead, you know, he’d say almost mocking, the slyest of grins gracing his features. That was the hubris of youth. But, you see, he knew better now. You’d made him a believer. He just never thought it’d be the living he had to worry about, the living who would crawl into the deepest corners of his mind and remain there, following him from shitty town to shitty town. You were the specter keeping him up at night.
Even now, sat at the bar of some dive, he was hunched over, the weight of you resting heavily on his shoulders. This was meant to be a celebration. Brett had convinced every performer on the card (ya know, the ones old enough to legally drink) to come out tonight. We’re bonding, he had said, eliciting a snort from Joey. “Yeah, like one big happy family,” he had quipped but ultimately agreed to come along. He was regretting it now. His mood just didn’t match the festivities.
“Dude, what a fucking night!” From his side came Mance Warner’s loud, boisterous voice and Joey cringed. Clapping a hand on his shoulder, his friend grinned at him before looking over at the bordest looking bartender Joey had ever seen. “Whatever this guy wants? Put it on my tab. This dude just beat X-Pac.” He said it like it was meant to be impressive but she didn’t react and neither did Joey. Nothing really brought him joy anymore. Not wins, not dream matches, not the random women he’d take back to his hotel rooms to keep him company. You must have packed his happiness in your bags when you left.
He’d hate to admit it, but he understood why you bounced. It wasn’t the nineties anymore. Living like a rockstar wasn’t required for wrestlers but he still liked to use that as an excuse. It was his job that required him to make such risky decisions, to drink too much, to stop caring about his well-being. You’d spent more time worrying about him than you ever should have. You were safe, smart. The life of chaos he lived didn’t suit you. Maybe shit was always destined to end up this way. You were a trooper, though. You stuck by his side as long as you could, maybe longer than any sane woman would have.
No one could say he didn’t love you as best he could. But, man, did he take the little things for granted. His new bachelor pad was sparsely decorated and now he missed those fruity candles that he’d teased you about. Freedom was nice, sure, but nothing beat coming home to someone genuinely excited to see you. There were no ‘welcome back’ embraces, no ‘I missed you so fucking much’ kisses. He came back to nothing, to no one. There was no one to nag him about smoking inside or complain when he left his dirty clothes on the floor.,. or make sure he ate a homecooked meal or just let him know everything would be alright.
He would never be able to tell you it, simply because you deserved better than the kind of life you’d live with him, but he missed you. A lot. But, knowing there was nothing he could do about that, he’d settle for what he could have: the memories of life with you and whatever distractions he could find. And, as luck would have it, as he lifted his gaze from the bottom of his empty cup, he spotted a pretty distraction with red hair and a nice smile sitting at the end of the bar. He locked eyes with her and smirked. It was time to make his move.
Omg!!! You have to do a part two of the Let’s imagine where hooks gf got mad about him not accepting Danhausen’s proposition, but she’s now so happy after he accepts his friendship!!!
i’ve been sitting on all the asks i’ve gotten for a while so, hopefully??? i’ll answer some more today???
hook’s significant other is happy that he’s finally accepted danhausen’s friendship. part 1
aew was back in long island, and usually you’d love spending time there with hook, but right now? instead of making the most of your days here, you were worried about danhausen.
“he’ll be fine.” hook would reassure you, though he had a complete nonchalant attitude about the entire thing. it frustrated you deeply, especially since you knew that hook was warming up to danhausen, but he wouldn’t admit it.
“good luck, danhausen.” you meekly said with an anxious look on your face as he peered up at you. danhausen was clueless to your current disposition, but he accepted the luck nonetheless.
“danhausen doesn’t need luck, though i’ll take it! tory and mike will be obliterated with curses tonight, but danhausen is hoping that the powerful hook will be in his corner tonight.”
you didn’t have an answer for him, not even when he’d mentioned it again right before walking out onto the stage. “don’t let him get hurt,” you said to hook, who simply had rolled his eyes.
you had only looked down for a moment and when you looked back up, hook was gone and was out in the ring. watching with marvel in your eyes, you had gasped when hook had took danhausen’s hand and shook it.
in fact, you were quite ready to run around the arena, screaming, when they had announced that hook and danhausen would team up at the buy-in for double or nothing.
you didn’t want to wait for hook to approach you backstage, so you went to him – danhausen and him were in tow as you’d had only just made it.
“y/nhausen, look at this powerful duo of danhausen and hook!” danhausen said, which had made you smile before danhausen excused himself to get more teeth.
the two of you watched as danhausen walked away, and when he was out of view, you had turned to look at hook. “you like him, don’t you? oh this is amazing! you have a best friend that isn’t me!”
hook scoffed and rolled his eyes. “i’m not even gonna answer that.”
he could deny it all he want, he could run away from the question, but only you knew that hook enjoyed danhausen’s company the more time they spent together.
the more danhausen came around, it was as if hook was used to his presence and calmed by it; that awkward tension now replaced with a silence sense of respect, and you basked in it.
now, you just hoped that danhausen didn’t steal all of your boyfriends time.
I know he’s a bit on the older side but would you happen to write for Christian Cage?
Hey, anon! I’m a big Christian fan myself, so I would definitely be down to give him a try. If you have a particular prompt/idea you’d like for him, feel free to send it in. Otherwise I’ll just keep him in mind for future stories.
pairing: mjfxfem!reader, platonic (kinda, anyway — squint and you’ll see some flirting).
warnings: none, unless you count max being a brat.
summary: after an error that he insists the hotel made, mjf is left without the suite he booked. the reader comes to the rescue.
word count: 1,644.
“Do you know who I am, bozo?” You could hear Max long before you could see him and you cringed. You’d think after years of working together - both on the indies and now in AEW - you would have gotten used to him berating people, especially those lower on the totem pole and not as quick to defend themselves, but it never became less off-putting. Your pity went out to the poor front desk associate on the receiving end of his ire. Lord knows it was an easy thing to have happen. The wind blowing in the wrong direction was enough to send the man into a frenzy, demanding to speak to the manager and swinging his proverbial dick around. It was an all too common occurrence and you wanted no part of it.
For whatever reason, in these more escalated situations, Max had a tendency to seek you out. Sure, you were diplomatic enough to deescalate things but you never got the vibe that he wanted that. It always seemed to you like he just wanted someone to co-sign his bullshit, to play the devil on his shoulder and encourage his bad behavior. That wasn’t your style. Unlike him, you came from the lower-middle class. There were no hands out, no fancy clothes. You worked for everything you had and, most of the time, work meant minimum wage jobs pandering to customers just like him. You knew from first-hand experience that service workers were critically underpaid, overworked and any mistake made was thanks to human error as opposed to malicious incompetence. You weren’t going to be on his side so why get involved?
With his designer suit-clad back turned towards you, you kept your eyes straight ahead and made your way towards the elevator. You were on track for an easy escape when the associate glanced your way, probably hoping for you to save him. Max followed his gaze, whipping his head around and breaking out into a sly grin.
Damn it, you thought, I was on your side too.
“Hey, toots, come here!” Max bellowed at you. Instead of acknowledging him, you ducked your head and continued on your path. Someone with even an ounce of self-awareness would have realized they were being given the cold shoulder. Unfortunately, that was one trait he did not possess. Instead, his voice got louder and his antics more obnoxious. It was the snapping that irritated you enough to come stomping over.
With a heavy sigh, you glanced over at Max before you focused your attention on the hotel employee. “What’s going on?”
“This fucking idiot-” The question wasn’t directed at him, but Max was sure to answer anyway. A sharp look from you shut him up.
“Chill out, I wasn’t talking to you.” Again, you turned towards the employee, offering him a smile as your gaze dropped to his name tag before focusing on his visage. There was no way this kid was even old enough to drink and you were even more annoyed at your co-worker for lambasting him. “Todd,” you said, doing everything in your power to keep your voice even and kind, “What’s the issue?” Help is here now, kid.
“Well, uh,” Todd began, his voice practically dripping with anxiety, “we, uhm...” He trailed off as his gaze met Max’s. The older man was scowling now, chest puffed up and just as agitated as before. Sensing you were losing him, you tapped a manicured nail against the top of the desk, grabbing his attention. You nodded at him to continue. “We don’t have a reservation here under Mr. Friedman’s name.”
Max scoffed. “Bullshit!” He dipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out his phone. “I’ve got the confirmation right here.” He didn’t pull it up, but he still shoved the phone in Todd’s face. “Tell him I should be here! Tell him I’m not some fucking rando, okay? I’m with the same God damn company everyone else who booked a room at this shit hole works for.”
The tirade was going to continue so before Max got the chance, you spoke again. “There’s no available rooms right now?” Reluctantly Todd shook his head. “Okay,” you breathed, wracking your brain for a solution. “What about the other hotels near here?”
“Well, because of the show...” He didn’t even need to say it. Double Or Nothing was a big event. With fans coming in from all over anywhere nearby would be booked too.
You knew you couldn’t just leave Max out here to harass this kid. “Alright, here’s what we’re going to do. I checked in earlier today.” Like he was supposed to, you wanted to add but didn’t. If Max could just follow one single normal procedure maybe this could have been caught before it was late at night and options were slim. “He’ll room with me tonight and tomorrow we’ll see if we can figure something else out, okay?” Todd nodded, confirming he was on board (as if he cared, all he wanted was this maniac away from him) so you looked over at the other member of this confirmation. “Seriously, Max, no more arguing. Let’s go.”
You turned and started, again, towards the elevator but stopped not long after when you realized he wasn’t following. He stood in the same spot, gaze flickering from his luggage to you and then back again. You knew what he was asking without him having to say it. “There’s not a chance in hell I’m grabbing your bags. Get them yourself so we can go.” You paused. “Please.”
With only minimal complaints from your temporary roommate, you managed to get the both of you not only out of the lobby but in your hotel room. With the door shut and the bags on the floor, you made quick work of grabbing one pillow off the bed and setting it up on the sofa. Playing the good hostess, you looked over your shoulder at Max as you fluffed it. “Let me know if you need a blanket or something.”
“Excuse me?” He was incredulous, almost mocking and you stood up straight, shoulders stiffening as you now gave him your full attention. “I am not sleeping on that thing.” Okay, sure, it wasn’t the fanciest of accommodations. Something you knew he expected and was most definitely used to. But, last you checked, beggars couldn’t be choosers. “This isn’t the suite with a view that I booked. It’s bad enough I have to settle for... this. But now you want me to sleep on the couch? I won’t fit.”
“Jesus Christ, Max! Okay, what do you suggest then?” You’d do anything to placate him so you could end this conversation and get some rest.
“I get the bed and you sleep on the couch.” You stand corrected: not anything.
“That’s not happening. This is my room so it’s my bed.” Maybe you should have left him in the lobby. He could have been literally anyone else’s problem but you made him yours.
“If it’s yours, that makes me your guest, and what kind of monster doesn’t make sure their guest is comfortable?” He shook his head and clicked his tongue as if he was disappointed in you before he kicked his shoes off. Hopping on top of the covers, he leaned back against the headboard and smirked. “Unless you plan on joining me, it’s about time I get my beauty sleep.”
“Fine! Scooch over.” You snatched up the pillow you’d just put down and threw it in the direction of the bed, purposely aiming for his surprised face. He definitely didn’t expect you to take him up on that. “I’m going to get changed and then you’re gonna let me get some sleep.”
With that, you grabbed your bag and headed to the bathroom. In desperate need of rest, you just threw your hair up and changed into your most conservative pajamas. The kind of guest you had tonight didn’t need to be impressed by your appearance.
When you returned, you spotted Max’s fancy suit jacket hung carefully over the back of the couch with the rest of his outfit meticulously folded next to it. Surprised, and suddenly worried about what you were about to see, you spun around, letting out a relieved sign when you saw him sitting on the bed in a pair of sweats and an AEW t-shirt. Rid of his pretentious attire, he almost looked approachable. “I didn’t know if you preferred the left or right, so I figured I’d wait for you before getting too comfortable. Wouldn’t want you waking up on the wrong side of the bed.”
“You’re fine where you are.” You appreciated the gesture but you had no preference. You’d sleep upside down if it meant you’d get to rest. “Okay, this is what we’re gonna do..” You trailed off, grabbing the first pillow you saw and putting it right in the middle of the mattress, creating a little barrier. “No crossing your side, got it?”
He laughed. “Don’t flatter yourself.” Finally getting under the covers, he gave you one last look. “You’re the one who needs to worry about keeping their hands to themselves. No woman can resist all this.”
Settling in for the night yourself, you shook your head, the snarky retort you had never left your lips. “I’ll do my best to keep my hands to myself. Goodnight, Max.”
The two of you were curled up on your sides, back to back with a flimsy piece of bedding in between. The silence had barely settled before Max was speaking again. “Hey, toots?”
“Mhm?” You hummed, lacking the energy to even complain about the pet name he’d bestowed upon you when you’d first met.
“You really saved my ass tonight. I just wanted to say I appreciate y - it.” He actually sounded sincere and you smiled into the darkness.
“You’re welcome. Now, if you don’t go to sleep...”
( dialogue prompts taken from quotes of various f. scott fitzgerald works. feel free to edit as you seem fit. )
❛ you are afraid of being in love then? ❜
❛ i’ll kiss you if you want me to. ❜
❛ we’ll survive, you and i. ❜
❛ come and kiss me and let’s forget. ❜
❛ hard to sit here and be close to you, and not kiss you. ❜
❛ i’m not used to being loved. i wouldn’t know what to do. ❜
❛ sometimes i don’t know whether we are real or whether we are characters in one of my novels. ❜
❛ wouldn’t it be awful if we fell in love again? ❜
❛ i’m yours - you know it. ❜
❛ you’ve a place in my heart no one else ever could have. ❜
❛ books mean more than people to me anyway. ❜
❛ you’ve got an awfully kissable mouth. ❜
❛ i won’t forget you. i will promise to remember you always. ❜
❛ if i wait till i fall in love again i’ll just wait forever. ❜
❛ things you’ve just said and forgotten, i’ve put myself asleep night after night remembering. ❜
❛ love isn’t like it is in books. ❜
❛ i’m telling you all of a sudden, but it isn’t new with me. i love you. ❜
❛ i keep the light burning on your desk so i’ll think you’re there when i wake up. ❜
❛ the odd thing is that i’m in love with you anyhow. ❜
❛ won’t you let me lean against your shoulder just the smallest bit? ❜
❛ it’s been very rare to have known you, very strange and wonderful. ❜
❛ it’s sweeter to be alone. ❜
❛ if you’re tired of kissing me, i’d better go. ❜
❛ i’ve formed the habit of liking you. ❜
❛ there’s something between us- a sort of pull. something you always do to me and i to you. ❜
❛ i won’t have to build my love up. it’s up in the skies now. ❜
❛ you’re trying to leave yourself behind, but you can’t. the more you try to run away from yourself, the more you’ll have yourself with you. ❜
❛ i’m sorry i had such a devastating effect on you. ❜
❛ i forgot everything. your lips were so beautiful. ❜
❛ say you love me. say it now — can’t you say it now? even if you don’t mean it? ❜
❛ i still love you. that’s the odd thing. ❜
❛ my god, you’re fun to kiss. ❜
❛ i wouldn’t change you for the world. ❜
❛ it’s all so simple. he loved me and i loved him. that’s all there is. ❜
❛ you’ve fallen for me — completely. you’ve got me in your dreams. ❜
❛ tonight there’s got to be no past or future, no time, just tonight, you and i. ❜
❛ of course you could never love anybody but me. ❜
❛ i’m a lost soul maybe — i don’t feel at all like i ought to feel. ❜
❛ i fell in love with you the first time i saw you. ❜
❛ in my heart i love her all the time. ❜
❛ and what in hell could we ever be to each other? ❜
❛ i realized what was the matter, what had always been the matter — i was deeply and incurably in love with her. ❜
❛ i’m more beautiful than anybody else, why can’t i be happy? ❜
❛ you intoxicated me. it was just as though you were making me love you by some invisible force. ❜
❛ it’s because i love you, dear— ❜
❛ i once imagined you loved me a little bit, if you’ll excuse the presumption. ❜
❛ i loved you once — for a year i thought you were the only person in the world. ❜
❛ sometimes you think you’re so much in love that your love could fill the biggest palace conceivable. sometimes you haven’t got enough to fill one room. ❜
❛ his dark eyes took me in, and i wondered what they would look like if he fell in love. ❜
❛ people fall in and out of love all the time, don’t they? i wonder how they manage it. ❜
