#aew fics

[mrsarcherofinfamy]

•Will Ospreay x Reader x Kyle Fletcher• Part 2!

*Y/N's POV*

Standing in the ring taking deep breaths, I watch as Kyle Fletcher and Don Callis make their entrance. I definitely am not ready to referee this match. They both want me and I want both of them. Which isn't fair to anyone. Kyle walks up to me grabbing the top rope to cage me into the corner by his arms. He leans in close to my face with his nose almost touching mine as we stare into each other's eyes. As soon as he tries to get even closer to me, Will Ospreay's music hits and he comes running down to the ring. Don jumps out of the ring when Will and Kyle start throwing punches at each other. I signal for the bell and their match begins.

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*nearing the end of the match*

Kyle covers Will and I hit the mat. 1. 2. No 3. Will kicks out and Kyle looks over at me.

"Count faster babe! You want me to win!"

"I am counting just fine!"

They continue to fight and I keep trying break them apart to keep a fair match. Kyle pushes Will into the corner choking him and I count almost to five. I put my hands on his stomach area and push him back to give Will some room. Will slumps in the corner as Kyle puts his hands on my cheeks making me look up at him. He leans down kissing me hard as I grip onto his sides kissing him back just as hard.

"Hey! What the hell?!"

Before we get to start making out, my shoulder gets grabbed and I get spun around to face Will. He looks at Kyle, smirks and grabs my face kissing me hard and sloppy. I put my hands on my arms and start kissing him back.

"NO! NO! NO!"

Kyle grabs my shoulder, pushes me out of the way and hits Will in the face with a couple forearms in the corner. I shake my head and try to break them up but, they just keep hitting each other and not listening to me. I signal for the bell ending the match with both of them disqualified. I roll out of the ring as they continue to keep fighting not paying attention to me. Other referees and security come running past me to go break them apart. I stop at the top of the entrance ramp, turn around and look down at the ring putting my fingers on my lips. They both getting pulled apart and look up at me on the ramp. I smirk at them, wave my fingers and turn around heading backstage hoping they both got the message about how much I like and want them both.

The end!

[katries]

Matt Jackson Masterlist

Best Friends Girl - Warnings: Cheating. Angst. No Happy Ending Taking Care of Him - Warnings: Blood & Wrestling-related violence His Stupid Perfect Face - Warnings: Matt Jackson being too pretty for everyones health Desert Delights - Warnings: Adult Sexual Content

Something Different About This I'll Pick You Every Time My Hero - Warnings: Broken Limb/injury Distance Doesn't Matter Tonight Looks Good On You Peace in Hell Home With You Cotton Candy (Sugar Sweet Kisses) I Might Be Hoping About this Still Fallin The Only Gift I want Is You

Welcome Home, My Love Apple Adventures In Your Arms again The Start of Something Good

[itskybabes-blog]

The Kiss Of Death

Daniel Garcia x fem!reader

Warning: drinking, still pretty innocent

Part: two

Word count: 1385 words Comments and advice is welcome.

Part one

The shots keep coming and the chat keeps flowing between Daniel and Y/N. 45 minutes past and they’re still talking at the bar, losing track of time.

They shared some aspects of their lives with each other; Daniel tells her about his hometown of Buffalo, New York and how he loves Bad Bunny. Y/N is a little more reserved, simply because she doesn’t know this man well enough to break down her protective barrier just yet. But, he knows that she’s a photojournalist, taking pictures of some of today’s biggest stars on her cameras.

After he told her a corny joke, Daniel admires the glittery smile of Y/N’s as laughter filled the air around them. His eyes linger on her lips a little longer than expected, but when he realised her erratic laughter was coming to an end, his eyes snapped back to hers.

She lifts her eyebrows: she saw that, but she’s not going to make a fuss out of it.

“You are such a comedian,” Y/N says sarcastically, going against her instinct to flirt with this hunk of a man who is clearly drinking in her beauty. The glint in her eyes, the way light bounced off the tip of her nose, the vivid colour and unique cut of her hair made her standout from the rest – how did he manage to grab her attention for so long?

“I should change careers, right?” Daniel replies. A chuckle escapes Y/N before a comfortable silence ensued.

“So…"

"So…"

The two's eyes rest on each other's lips while their bodies inched closer. The music starts to fade out before…

"DG!"

Daniel's head snapped to his right, scowling at a stumbling, slightly intoxicated man approaching the duo. Y/N places her hand in front of her face, trying to shade her eyes from the bright flash darting through the club's low lighting.

"Yo, Danny! You've been gone for a wh- ohh, my bad," the tall and toned man turns off his camera and apologised to the mysterious girl. "I'm sorry! Where's my manners? I'm Isiah."

“Y/N,” you say apprehensively.

The new character stretches his hand out for Y/N to shake, which she did.

Daniel goes red, looking at Y/N with an apologetic look. “I’m sorry about him,” he says, “He don’t know when to quit with all that vlogging shit.”

Y/N offers a sweet smile before brushing it off: “It’s okay! Would have liked some warning so I could check how I look.”

She playfully begins to touch her lips and fluff her hair, as if to correct her looks.

“You look gorgeous, what are you talking about?” Daniel interjects, blushing hard again while Isiah teases him.

“Oh, is Danny tryna rizz you up right now? Oh, oh, I see how it is: you left us to chat this girl up. You left your friends over a girl? Aight!” Isiah lays into Danny as the latter playfully keeps trying to shut him up and pushing him away.

Y/N giggles at Isiah’s sarcastic jealousy, before asking, “Who’s ‘us’?”

Isiah points to the rest of the people in the VIP area. “A bunch of us came to the club to celebrate tonight,” he told the young lady. “You should come dance with us! Danny boy’s taken up enough of your time.”

Tenderly, Danny glances at Y/N as hope sparkles in his eyes. He wants to show off his new friend to the rest of the group.

“Sure, um…” – Y/N’s drinking is playing with her memory.

“Isiah-”

“Isiah! Yes! Sure, Isiah. I’ll come over.”

Danny offers his hand as she get off the bar stool. Her landing was a little rocky because her legs went a bit numb due to the sitting and the alcohol, but she leans into Danny as he protectively walks you over to the gang.

She see a bunch of smiley people having fun in the VIP area behind the DJ booth, and can hear the same laughter emanate from there like it did while Y/N spun the decks.

“Everybody!” Isiah starts to announce to the group, “Look who Danny found at the bar?”

A deep heat rose in your cheeks.

“Hi, I’m Y/N,” she attempts to say over the music but her hushed tone is overpowered by the 808s of the tune playing through the club.

“Huh,” a floppy haired guy said in confusion, peering at her over his shades. The other guys and girls – either standing or sitting around their table of drinks, clothes accentuating their chiseled physiques – stared blankly at you. Y/N must admit that anxiety is starting to settle in.

“This is Y/N,” Danny cuts in, saving her. He then proceeds to point to everyone and says their name.

“This is Tyler- ”

“Call me Hook,” the floppy-haired giant gives her an endearing smile and offers her a head nod.

Danny continues: “This is Andretti.”

A golden-skinned muscle man gives her a huge smile and wave, like a bright burst of energy.

“Ricky”

With an eyebrow raised and his lips pursed, there’s a cheeky expression on the man’s face. His shirt is open, showing off his washboard abs, and he just gives her a confident “Hey”.

“This is-” “CHEESECAKE!” Isiah yells over Danny, causing him to go red again and give Y/N a sorry look. She again giggles at his cuteness.

The authoritative stance of the Cheesecake man told Y/N he wasn’t anyone to play with.

“Lastly, here’s the girls; Skye, Kiera and Willow.”

The gorgeously dressed women wave, smiling back sweetly before continuing their gossip session.

Y/N sits next to Danny on the couch and talk more about life; he breaks it to her that he’s only in town for a couple of days – he wrestles for some “promotion” called “AEW”…

… she plays stupid. Yes: she loves wrestling – have watched it since she was a child and regularly watched the promotion – but she underplays how much she knows. Y/N don't want Danny to think she's being fake and on some crazy fan girl shit, which is ironic since downplaying what you know is “being fake” but anyways.

Y/N tucks her hair behind her ear, allowing herself to hear better. He tells her something about fighting some Adam Copeland guy: he corrects himself.

“Um, you know Edge? From WWE?”

Her eyes widen. Y/N thought she was up to date on all things AEW but she must have miss the thousands of social updates on the fact thee Edge from Edge and Christian had jumped ships to “the competition.” Danny’s in the big leagues – how cool?!

“Yeah,” Daniel chuckles, admiring that same glint in her eye she had earlier. “That guy!”

“Wow, that’s huge. Congrats!” Y/N says back, beaming a bright smile.

She then proceeds to tell him about her crazy day getting to the club: Y/N was shooting Megan Thee Stallion and she got her drunk, pouring D’usse in her mouth so she was already a bit drunk and could really use some food.

“So, let’s grab a bite!” Danny says before downplaying his eagerness. "I mean, only if you want to."

"Ugh!," Y/N jokingly grunts. "Don't tempt me with a good time. I could eat a horse, right now!"

Y/N grabs her belongings and checks her bag as Danny jumps up and says his parting words to the rest of his posse. Just as she finished triple-checking she had everything, Y/N sees a palm appear in front of her adorned with several gold rings that reflect the strobe lighting in the club.

"Come on, my lady!"

Her head snaps up to see her Prince Charming shine his own pearly whites. And it did something to her, something ineffable, something that she hopes to feel again. She felt a tingle in her soul like no other – as if she can feel their souls tying in the pit of her stomach.

She gladly grabs his hand, swings her bag over her shoulder and waves animatedly to Danny's friends. She tries not to think too much about it, but were they smirking at her? Hmmm.

Danny drags Y/N towards the cloakroom to get her jacket before they try their luck at sobering up under the dazzling starlight.

A/N: Thanks for waiting! As I continue this, this might turn into Drabble instead of a flowing story so expect to see loads of time descriptors at the top of chapters. Just so I can write them quicker.

I also just realise I'm switching between past tense and second tense because dyslexia is dyslexing. Pls bare with but each chapter might be in a different tense: fuck it.

[silverxxs-world]

SOS I NEED HELP FINDING TWO FICS THST I LOVE

The first on was HOOK, and the plot was like HOOK and the reader share dreams and the reader has an abusive partner.

The second one is with Eddie Kingston, I remember that first chapter was that Eddie was a new neighbor(?) and he kills the readers parents, and he kidnaps her

I NEED HELP FINDING THESE PLEASE

[somenameok]

When I wanted to make a normal fic, but my sleep deprived brain said "nah".

Chapters: 8/8 Fandom: All Elite Wrestling, Professional Wrestling Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Donovan Danhausen & Hook Characters: Donovan Danhausen, Hook (Professional Wrestling), Miro | Alexander Rusev, Tony Khan, Orange Cassidy, Eddie Kingston, Darby Allin, Wardlow (Professional Wrestling), Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Shawn Dean Additional Tags: Professional Wrestling (AEW), Horror Elements, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Religious Imagery and Trauma, Found Family, (If Your Family Fights With Barbed Wired), Psychological Warfare, Platonic Life Partners, identity crisis, Gimmick vs. "Legitimacy", arson as a love language, Cursed Merch Empire, Dark Comedy, Hurt/Comfort, (Minus the Comfort), Implied/Referenced Torture, Canon-Typical Violence, No Beta We Die Like Miro's Sanity, Humor & Crack Treated Seriously Summary:

In the chaotic world of AEW wrestling, fan-favorite chaos gremlin Danhausen finds himself targeted by a zealot: Miro, the self-proclaimed "Redeemer," who views Danhausen’s campy curses and gimmicks as sacrilege.

Teaming up with the brooding enigma Hook, Danhausen must navigate physical assaults, psychological warfare, and a holy crusade threatening to purge AEW of its eccentricity.

As the line between persona and reality blurs, their partnership becomes a lifeline against Miro’s escalating violence and dogma.

[visionarystoryteller]

Love For Noella Levesque|| An OC World Masterlist

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~Born 2 years into Paul Levesques professional wrestling career, Paul and an unknown women had a little girl. A result of a one night stand after a major win on Paul’s part. The little girl, Noella, was given to her father a few weeks after being born, the mother had signed any and every right for Noella away to Paul. For the first 12 years, Noella lived with her grandmother and grandfather, while her father became a staple within professional wrestling. By the time Paul started coming around more for Noella, she had already grown accustomed to him rarely being around. By the time she got a cell phone things had picked up a little in their relationship but a lot was entirely to strained. She had a stepmom that she didn’t even know because she was within the world of professional wrestling as well. When Noella turned 18 and graduated high school, she enrolled in business school and started working as her dad’s personal assistant, also meeting her stepmother. To say Noellas relationship with her parents was strained was an understatement. Noella was very private in a lot of what she felt and did because of how far out of emotional touch her relationship had become with her father and having a stepmother who seemed less then thrilled to be a mother to someone who she didn’t even know either. The biggest blow to Noellas already complicated relationship with her family was finding out that she had 3 sisters who lived with both their parents, while Noella was raised by her grandparents. She loved her grandparents very much but felt robbed of what a normal family would’ve been. Fast forward a few years and now you follow Noella in her already complicated life, add a male into it and well…~

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X/OC - Noella Ann Levesque

With/ - Triple H-Paul Levesque - Stephanie McMahon - Shawn Michaels-Shawn Hickenbottom - Tony Kahn -Chris Jericho-Chris Irvine - MJF-Maxwell Jacob Friedman - Adam Cole-Austin Jenkins - Britt Baker

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Masterlist in order

New Start

When The News Breaks

Everybody Talks

New York

Moving Forward

Cease and Desist

Us

Holidays

Worlds End

[thesupreme316]

Is the Grass Greener on the Other Side? EP.5

Summary: 1 month after her infamous “pipebomb”, how does Y/N feel when it feels like nothing has changed in her world? What will she do next?

Word Count: 2.6K

Warnings: Quick mentions of anxiety and depression-like symptoms (loneliness), kind of proofread (my bad)

Notes: sorry for being late but better late than never

Links to other parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

“How could she do that?”

“I mean if you went through what she went through you would do the same”

“Good riddance Y/N!”

“Please go to AEW, they need you!!”

“tbh, that was one of my favorite pipebombs ever”

“I wish her the best and hopefully she’ll come back with Sasha and Naomi”

“She should have done it differently”

“Without WWE, where is she gonna go?”

It’s been 1 month. (August 2nd, 2022)

1 month full of tweets, posts, and people just interjecting their opinions. But also 1 month of your silence. You didn’t issue any statements, no comments, no interviews. After a bold move like that, you thought you would feel better. And in some ways you did, you feel like you removed the foot that was crushing your throat; like you got rid of the poisonous thing that has been draining your life.

You felt free.

But amid that freedom was there this excruciating silence that took up your mind where you’re second-guessing everything. Now, you just wanted to be left alone with your thoughts of what to do next.

WWE removed you from all programming, posters, and promotions. They put you on blast, as they did with Mercedes and Trinity, before dropping you as a subject altogether. It’s like you didn’t exist. Liv is still the champion, but it’s only a matter of time until Ronda gets it back. No one from WWE reached out; except for Bianca, Zelina, and Liv. And you sent Liv an apology bouquet for dragging her into the situation. Christian only reached out to tell you what a mistake you were making and how you should apologize (and also how this potentially might ruin his career).

You haven’t really talked to Mercedes or Trinity as they were extremely busy in the last few months with bookings. They were off doing signings, in tv shows, and being in fashion shows (you were the first person to know that they would be in New York Fashion Week). All while you were sitting in your apartment, just trying to figure yourself out.

Daniel, Paige, and Hook all check in on you at least once a day. With Daniel and Hook living so close, they often come by to chill with you (separately of course). Paige constantly facetimed you, so in a way you didn’t feel totally alone. And today was nothing different.

“Tyler, no I can’t just magically pop up at the strip club.” You said on the phone while looking through your fridge for something to cook.

“All I’m saying is that it’s a great way to reappear in the public’s eye,” Tyler said while snickering.

You grabbed your leftovers. “And this not because you would like to go to the strip club?” You paused. “Again?”

“Noo….anyways, how are you feeling today?” He asked, changing the subject

“Better than yesterday. I feel exhausted. And I’ve spent a month doing absolutely nothing.” You groaned as you put the leftovers in the microwave. “I just want to get up and do things but I don’t know what to do or where to start.”

“Y/N, you have to take everything one step at a time. Everyone moves at different paces, you can’t rush a process that you’re not completely ready for.” Tyler calmly explained as you sat on the couch, pondering his words. “Don’t feel like you need to make a big decision now. You need to evaluate all options before making a move. And just know that you will always have people that will support you, me included.”

“That was very sweet Tyler.”

“I can be a sweet guy, sometimes.” He said making the both of you laugh. “So, how’s your lover boy? You don’t talk about him much.”

You sighed before getting up and slightly pacing around the room, “There’s nothing to talk about, we haven’t talked much these days. He’s busy doing his thing.”

“So why are you still with him?”

You stopped in your tracks before answering, “Because I love him.”

“That may be true, but are you still in love with him?”

At that moment, it felt like your world came to a stop, like when Daniel asked if you could see yourself with someone else besides Christian. It was another loaded question, yet a big question that you had to figure out the answer to sooner or later. You truly do love Christian, after all, you two have shared a lot of memories. A lot of moments where he was the sole reason for your smile, how you got butterflies in your stomach when he texted you, or how you saw your life later on with him. But now? You were tired of being cast aside by him, tired of being treated as if everything you do is wrong. You were tired of how exhausting fights were with him and how he jealous he got of others in your life. Do you feel the same way now? Do those memories and moments outweigh what has been happening recently?

You became deep in thought before being pulled out by a knocking at the door and Tyler’s voice growing louder. “Y/N? Y/N, hello?” Your head snapped back to reality (oops there goes gravity-sorry).

“Hey, sorry Tyler. I’mma have to call you later, someone’s at my door.”

He sighed but understood. “Okay, but just remember if anything happens or if you need someone, my bed always has a place for you.”

You giggled before hanging up and answering the door, to the sight of Daniel. You briefly hugged before letting him in and going to get your hot leftovers from the microwave. “Why are you here? I thought you were training today.”

“Yeah, but I haven’t heard from you.”

“Danny, I’m fine. You can go to your training session.”

“No can do, I cancelled it.”

You put down your fork, looking at the man who was now occupying your couch. “You mean to tell me that just because you didn’t hear from me, you dropped everything to check on me?”


“Hell yeah. I just wanted to make sure that you were okay and safe. I needed to lay eyes on you.” He said getting up and walking towards you. Your heart swelled at his words. You were blessed that someone saw you that important in their life. “I just need you to call like once a day to know that you’re okay.” He said grabbing another fork and taking a bite of your leftovers. “You always make the best stirfry.”

“Danny, what should I do?”

“About the entire situation?” He raised his eyebrows. You nodded as he sighed. “To be honest Y/N, in my opinion, you need a clean slate. Then you can build whatever your heart desires. But the thing is that you already caused drama at WWE, to the point where if you go back something is sure to pop off again. You don’t need that and you damn sure don’t deserve that.”

“To be honest, I don’t know what I deserve at this point.”

Daniel sighed before grabbing your hands and staring into your eyes. “Y/N, you are an incredible woman and you deserve all the fine things in life. And if you don’t see that, you are dumb as hell.” He said making you laugh. “Anyways, what were you doing before I got here?”

“I was just on the phone with-“ And you cut yourself off, trying your best not to finish the sentence (for fear of making Daniel upset). 
“Hook?” You shyly nodded as you avoided eye contact. “I don’t care if you guys talk.”

“You hate him.”

“I hate his stupid perfect hair. And the way he does his suplexes. And the way that he just gets everything he wants.” He said slowly letting go of your hands. He cleared his throat as you side-eyed him. “But yeah he’s a cool dude.”You rolled your eyes as he started to rant about work, you grabbed your phone. Your eyes started to scroll around before they widened on one particular text from an unexpected person. You started to drown him a bit as you kept in the text. “Y/N, are you okay?”

You blinked with a blank stare on your face. You slowly nodded and just said, “I have a meeting tomorrow apparently.”

“With who?”

“I don’t even wanna discuss it.” And you threw your phone across the room and placed your head under a pillow.

(August 3rd, 2022)

You woke up nervous as hell.

You didn’t know what to expect from this meeting. Will this make things worse or better for both of us?

You put on a semi-business outfit with nice shades, you did your makeup and hair very quickly. You grabbed your purse before passing Daniel (who was knocked out on the couch after all had drinks and game night) and left to rush to your meeting. You couldn’t decide if it was a blessing or a curse that your meeting was close to your apartment; you couldn’t shake your feelings as your anxiety grew to be pounding in your ears, making you almost hyperventilate. As you approached the building, you took a deep breath before walking into the plaza. You made talked to the receptionist before getting the clear to go upstairs.

You took the elevator and got out at your stop. Walking straight ahead to the doomed door. You took another deep breath before putting on a fake smile and knocking on the door. You heard a grumbled and muffled come in.

You opened the door to see the person with a smile behind a stack of papers. “You know Hunter, I never thought I would see you like this.”

“Y/N, I told you numerous times to call me Paul.”

“Hunter just rolls better.” You shook his hand as you two sat at the wooden coffee table.

Before the whole situation, Paul (Triple H) has also been one of your mentors when dealing with the wrestling business. You credit him with a lot of business moves and how your character was booked. Before your walkout, you two would talk every week (sometimes even multiple times a week). Now, this was the first time you were communicating before in a little over a month.

“I’ll get right to it. Neither Vince nor John are here, so you can be as open and honest with me as you want. Whatever is stated here will remain between the two of us.” Paul said. You nodded but you didn’t want to start right away, instead, you were trying to organize your thoughts. What could you tell him? That you were mad that things were being unfair and no one else saw that but you? That you couldn’t stand being in this company anymore as days go on. “I’ll start if you want.” He said, you nodded again.

He sighed as he tried to find the words to say. “Y/N, I’m incredibly sorry for not speaking up in the past for you. I knew of the plans and voiced my displeasure about them when Vince wanted to give the title to Ronda. I’ve tried telling them that there needs to be more substance within the women’s division and constantly giving Ronda a title is not the way to go about it, no matter how well I get along with her. But I know, what you said and done is not just based on Ronda and how Vince operates with her. It’s something much deeper”

You sighed as you started agreeing with him, “That was literally what I was trying to talk about. The women’s division needs more attention, storylines, and substance. We have women who have been with the company for several years who have been put on the back burner, women who have not been allowed to showcase their talent or improve in the ring and then get ridiculed for it, and we have the same people showing up with all the time with the same storylines with the same opponents. Or even worse, we get the short end of the stick and get our times cut when shit does over the time limit. I’m just tired of it all. And I’m tired of being the one who is always sacrificed for Ronda or someone else’s agenda. And then to top it off, we don’t get paid as much as we should, unlike our male counterparts.”

You paused before continuing, “I will admit, the way that I stated my grievances was distasteful and a bit selfish, but I didn’t know how else to get anyone to listen to me. I want to apologize for embarrassing you, and the company, and putting you and Liv in an uncomfortable position. That was never my intention, I intended to state my displeasure with the treatment of the women’s division and how we are ultimately nothing more than stepping stools to a particular figure.” You avoided his gaze and just focused on everything in the room, but him.

Paul chuckled before shaking his head, “Y/N, you did not embarrass me.” He said, making you look up at him with shock. “Shit, I mean what you did actually brought a smile to my face, that I had to hide from Vince. It made me think back to the Curtain Call incident in a way. You should never have to compromise your feelings and beliefs for this business, instead stand up for what you believe in. And you did exactly that, you stood up for what you think is right and you should do without remorse. Sometimes we have to be selfish with our agendas, cause we have to look out for ourselves at the end of it. Mercedes is doing it, Trinity is doing it, and now so are you.”

Giving a small smile, you responded, “How’s Vince taking it?”

“He wasn’t happy with it at first. But then he saw how much interaction WWE was getting and soon just decided to make it into a work. He’s open to talking and compromising, especially since your contract is expiring soon. But the question is, do you want to talk? Do you want to compromise? But first, let me ask you; when you did this, did you ever think what was gonna happen afterward?” You shook your head as he continued, “Well, then what do you want to do? Everything is your call now and I’ll explain this later, but you put us in a hard spot.”

You looked to Paul before saying, “I want a clean slate. I deserve a clean slate.”

Paul sat back in his chair, quiet for a moment. He widened his eyes as if he just thought of something, “What if I can make a deal with you? And I can give you that clean slate.”

You smiled, “I’m listening.”

—Time-Skip 1 hour later—

You walked out of the building feeling so much better than how you felt coming in. You squealed with excitement as you believed everything was coming into place and you were gonna get your peace back. That your slate, your canvas was clear. But then you shortly realized that it wasn’t, your slate wasn’t all the way cleared. You sat down on a nearby bench, getting out your phone. You pressed the phone icon before scrolling to a certain contact, your finger hovered over it before pressing it to dial. Lifting the phone to your ear to speak, the call quickly went to voicemail after two rings. You brought down your hand to end the call, but after quick consideration, you put it back up just in time to hear the voice message beep.

You took a breath in and said, “Hey, I just wanted to say thanks for everything for the past couple of years. Even though shit’s been going south lately and we aren’t what we use to be, I love you and I’ll still love you. I know you’re thinking about deleting this message already but I just want to say one more thing….




We’re over Christian.”

taglist: @triscillal @sheinthatfandom @wwenhlimagines @zatarias-pandora @hooks-martin @hookerforhook​

[ur-fav-alien]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: All Elite Wrestling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Orange Cassidy/Chuck Taylor, Orange Cassidy & Kris Statlander Characters: Orange Cassidy, Chuck Taylor, Kris Statlander, Trent Barreta, Willow Nightingale Additional Tags: Chuck is a drag queen, Vacation to New York (Naked in Manhattan inspiration fr), All of them are gay this is a gay club, Orange is pretentious I won't lie, inspired by Andrew in Drag by The Magnetic Fields, Chuck is quite literally a seductress, yes chuck's drag name is a silly little southern play on the 'kentucky gentleman' Summary:

Orange is dragged to a Drag even in some new york city night club by Kris and his entire life is changed when he meets some drag queen named Miss Bourbon Belle