Pairing / Form: Ace Austin x Reader / Oneshot
Genre: Fluff?? Maybe??? It’s Softish??
Warnings: Ace is a lying liar who lies but it’s relatively harmless in this context?
Word Count: 1033
Characters: Reader, Ace Austin, with a special guest appearance from Chris Bey
Plot: Ace loses his compact mirror and needs help with his eyeliner before tapings. Truly he is a damsel in distress. Surely there are no Heel Tactics about. You should definitely trust him.
Tag List: @doctorbrittbaker @elitehoe
You were used to Ace Austin smirking. You were used to Ace Austin bragging. You were used to Ace Austin strutting. You were not, however, used to nearly tripping over him as he crouched on the ground in the hallway backstage, rifling through his suitcase.
“Oh shi – sorry,” he cut himself off, looking up at you and pushing his hair out of his eyes.
You hadn’t interacted with Ace much. But just because you hadn’t hung out with him didn’t mean you’d never paid him any attention. His confidence was consistent, and while he wasn’t entirely unkind, he wasn’t exactly a goody two shoes. He was breathtakingly talented in the ring, and you’d be lying if you said he didn’t look breathtaking too. Of course, you had no idea he’d been paying quite a bit of attention to you as well.
“It’s fine,” you smiled, “but, um, why are you going through your bag in the middle of the hallway?”
“I have a promo to tape before we start shooting, so I was gonna do my eyeliner, but I can’t find my compact mirror. I tried using my phone camera, but it didn't really work.” Even when he was acting sheepish, he was still smirking. As if he wanted something. His bold eyes demanded attention, and the curve of his lips was striking.
“Do you need help?” The words were out of your mouth before you really thought about them, but it was too late to turn back as he nodded and waved you forward.
“That would be perfect,” Ace’s lips widened into a confident grin. “C’mere.”
And that was how you found yourself gazing into the alluring eyes of the Inevitable Ace Austin, an eyeliner pencil in your hand, standing as he perched on a crate.
“I don’t bite, babe,” he chuckled, “and you’re going to have to get closer if you want to help.”
You let out a nervous laugh and rolled your eyes, trying to release the tension you felt. Being so visibly nervous probably boosted his ego, but it couldn’t be helped. So you stepped forward, standing between his legs. His eyelids fluttered closed, but you didn't bring the pencil to his skin. After a moment of silence, his eyes fluttered back open and a single eyebrow raised.
“I’m not sure how you normally do it.” You were no stranger to eyeliner, but you definitely didn’t want to mess his up.
You were still pulled back, but you could feel the barest brush of his breath against your skin as he chuckled. “That’s okay, I trust you.”
He sounded so sincere, it drew out a chuckle of your own, “I hope you don't expect me to say that back, Austin.”
“No, babe. A girl like you is too smart to trust a guy like me.” He was all cocky swagger as he said it, and you hummed thoughtfully in reply.
You finally leaned forward, and he closed his eyes again, surrendering himself to your touch. Carefully, you placed one hand on his left temple, applying the eyeliner with the other. You were far too focused on perfectly tracing the curve of his lashes to notice how his hands twitched at your touch. You were far too nervous about drawing a perfectly straight line to hear the slight hitch in his breath as yours hit his face. You were far too zeroed in on painting him perfectly to feel the slight shiver that tingled his spine at your closeness. It was a teasing taste of your presence, and he was greedy for it. More, more, he wanted more.
But a moment like this couldn’t last forever, and soon enough, you retreated back out of his space and he reached for his phone to see your work.
“Oh wow,” he changed the angle he was holding his phone at and snapped a selfie.
“Good wow or bad wow?”
He flashed you a grin, “You did it better than I ever do.”
His eyebrows rose as you laughed, “What?”
You laughed again, “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say anybody was better than you at anything.”
“Well,” he met your eyes again, his usual confidence evident in his trademark smirk, “maybe you’re not just anybody.”
His smirk grew as your cheeks flushed.
“Well, I’m, uh, I’m glad I could help,” you sputtered out, glancing back and forth down the hall as if looking for a way out. “Oh!” You held out his eye pencil, “Don’t want to forget this.”
You were almost certain he touched your fingers with his own on purpose as he took the eyeliner from you, but he didn’t say anything, just gave a nod of thanks and kept piercing you with those bold eyes, unapologetic for the attention he was giving you. And you felt drawn to it, to him, leaning slightly forward on the balls of your feet, caught up in the unexpected quiet moment.
Thankfully the sound of someone else coming around the hallway broke the silence and gave you an excuse to look away. Chris Bey rounded the corner and yelled out a greeting to Ace. You huffed out an awkward laugh and waved in parting to the latter before taking your leave.
“Yo, dude, why is your stuff all over the floor?” Chris leaned against the crate Ace was sitting on.
“I lost my compact,” Ace answered, still watching you as you made your way down the hall, refusing to look away from you until you’d turned the corner and gone out of sight. “She helped me with my eyeliner since I couldn’t find it.” He hopped off the crate and started gathering his stuff, tossing it back into his suitcase.
“Why didn’t you just use the mirror in the bathroom?” Chris raised an eyebrow and pointed at the men’s room directly behind them.
“Who knows?” Ace smirked, pulling his compact mirror from the same pocket he always kept it in. Like he would ever lose it.
Chris tipped his head back in a laugh, “Okay, dude, how long did you wait in the hall for her to walk by though?”
“Shut up,” Ace hit his friend’s arm, but he was grinning too.
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Author’s Note: He waited for like a half hour and had to awkwardly move his bag out of the way for seven other people before you wandered by, and one of them was Mike Bailey, and yes it was awkward. Don’t think too hard about how ridiculous his plan was.
All right, resending my request for Amber having bad luck in the snow then. Buried with her butt sticking out, stuck in smowmen, head lodged in a tree, etc. :)
yumpty talks: hey love!! so this was going to be a lot longer, but something happened and tumblr ate the draft or something so I had to rewrite the whole thing tonight*sobs uncontrollably* it's 1:15 AM, and I'm trying my best jskdskd--
sorry for the wait on this, also I'm not very good at writing oneshots but I tried :')
I hope this is okay!!
@welovemonstergirls :>)
~warnings~: explosives, hand-holding, fluff, a few ass slaps, laughing
*_A SNOWY PREDICIMENT_*
Strolling casually in mushy snow, two humans held their calloused, gloved hands together, glancing around at the pleasant setting.
Snow was floating down from the dim sky, landing ever so delicately upon the ragged branches of the Dragonspine pine trees.
Rays of sunlight were shining through the suffocating clouds that were drowning out the fun the sun always brought, the fun a certain little girl loved so much.
In front of the two, a small yet explosive girl was prancing around in the snow, yelling and cheering. Her tiny body had made a good-sized snowman, and she was currently placing acorns on it, claiming them to be buttons. Chuckling at the sight, a nearby brown-haired archer released her partner's hand, jogging her slim body over to the child's.
"Klee, how would you feel about trying sledding?" she spoke, fixing the scarf around her neck where it had begun to droop.
"Sure Miss Amber! Klee would love to!" The little girl picked up the nearby wooden sled as she began hopping up the small slope to their left, positioning the old sled in its ready position at the top.
Hiking up the slope, the cheery teenager took her seat on the sled, behind the light pink-haired child that had settled in the front. As the brown-haired female kicked her legs south, the creaky wooden sled slid swiftly and speedily down the soft snow, nearing the bottom of the mountain.
Leaning against a wet tree, someone sighed. Soft eyes fixated on the scene in front of them, their chapped and slightly purple lips curled upward, forming a small smile. Sure, they and Amber were only watching Klee upon Albedo's request, but this didn't feel like a request.
It felt like home.
Seeing their lover interact with children had always brought warmth to their heart, but this time it was different. This time, it was perfect.
Still admiring the scene before them, they failed to notice where the sled had been going. Their eyes widened as the sled neared a rock, but it was too late by the time they called out in worry of their lover and the child in front of her to do anything.
The impact sent Amber flying, while Klee just sorta sat there, her widened eyes following the path of the girl in front of her. Well, she wasn't really in front of her. Technically, she was flying in front of her.
Sorta.
Nearing a snowbank, both humans still on the ground internally winced as the girl landed head and (sorta) legs first into the bank.
Klonk.
Between her ass sticking out, her headband sticking out, and her cursing at the snowbank for making her cold, both of the people the remained grounded for life couldn't help but chuckle, for the sight itself was quite amusing.
As the pyro archer tried to make her escape, she failed to realize the snowbank was on another slope. It took roughly 4 seconds for her to realize that, before she began to fall once again, tumbling headfirst into Klee's snowman, and not far behind her were a few of her things including Baron Bunny 1.0, her headband, her hip pack, and also some acorns which found yet another rock.
Soon, the poor girl had separated her head from the snow, just before her headband plopped on her head. She looked up, but quickly regret it when her eyes were covered by the falling acorns.
The hard wooden pieces kept tumbling down her face like a waterfall, and she just sat there, trying to ignore the cackling that could be heard near her.
One after the other, the oak seeds tumbled onto her pale face, a few finding resting places on her eyes and mouth. Looking towards the pair that now were on their asses laughing, the usually smiling face of the Outrider turned into a deadpan.
"This is not funny," she spoke, spitting out acorns as she did so.
"YES IT IS!" the Spark Knight howled, wiping wet tears from her cheeks.
"Anyways, how about we try that again-"
Klonk.
Just as she spoke, her Baron Bunny came crashing down, landing right upon her head, grounding her.
Her hip pack was following the explosive, which landed right on top of it, setting it off which once again, sent the Outrider flying.
Twirling around in the air, she unfortunately, twirled herself headfirst into a tree, lodging her head into it.
Klonk.
This new predicament did not help Klee catch her breath, as a matter of fact, it actually made her lose more of it if at this point, was even possible.
Kicking her legs while screaming into the tree, Amber was certain that at this point, she would die from embarrassment or the lack of oxygen.
Now, if you could've sat there on the ground and kept laughing, you probably would've.
However
Amber kinda needed your help.
Well, Amber desperately needed your help.
Jogging over to the poor girl, you used your power of ANEMO to lift yourself up high enough so you could help her. Grabbing her by the ankles, you pulled, much to her surprise.
"H-Hey!! (Y-Y/N) what are you doing?"
Slap.
"SHUSH. I'M TRYING TO HELP YOU."
"WELL, YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO SLAP MY ASS!!"
"HOW ELSE WAS I SUPPOSED TO SHUT YOU UP?"
"...GOOD POINT."
"BARBATOS, HOW LODGED IN THIS TREE ARE YOU?"
"I DON'T KNOW! WHY DON'T YOU COME FIND OUT YOURSELF?!"
Slap.
"HEY!"
"SHUSH."
Pulling and pulling, you slowly got her more and more lose. It was not an easy effort, however, due to her complaining about how you kept hurting her. Thankfully you were able to shut her up every time with a good old slap to the ass, weren't you?
Of course you were. (JSKSJSKSK-)
Floating the two of you down, you set your vision lwieldingover down into the snow. Klee walked over to the two of you, holding her stomach. As her fit of laughter ended, Amber rolled her eyes, crossing her arms and moving her head to the side.
"We will never speak of this."
"BUT-"
"KLEE."
"..."
"KLEE!"
"...Fine."
"..."
"..."
"Good."
"Now, I think it's time to go back to Albedo, yes?"
“So, I did the math and your contract is almost up,” Taya said as she sat down next to you. She was right, your WWE contract was almost up, but they were negotiating keeping you around. You were one of their best wrestlers, always helped train the new talent, and you even had written out a couple of storylines with creative. Vince might not have necessarily cared whether or not you stayed, but Stephanie recognized that you were an essential part of the company.
“Yeah, but Stephanie is working on my new contract,” you said and Taya turned and faced you. You looked over at her and smiled at her. She was pouting at you, and you knew the conversation that was about to happen.
“Okay, that’s cool, but think about not signing with them again. Impact has good talent and is always looking to expand. We could be tag partners or even have a little feud,” Taya suggested. That did sound really nice, but then again, anything would have sounded nice to you with the way that she was touching you. You pursed your lips and shook your head. WWE had been fairly good to you, much better than they had been to other wrestlers who had switched companies for a time.
“I’ve got a good thing at WWE,” you said and Taya swung her leg over your lap. She slid onto your lap and rested her arms over your shoulders. You leaned your head against the back of the couch and she kissed the corner of your mouth. “Impact would be fun to go back to, but I don’t think it’s in my cards right now.”
“Think about all the fun we could have together wrestling. It’ll be like the indies baby, you remember how the indies were together right?” Taya asked and you smiled fondly at the memories. “How we’d go at it after matches in the hotel room. The rush of getting to just dominate in matches. The relief in being completely open about our relationship.”
“It was nice, yes,” you agreed and Taya knew that she almost had you. She ran her hand along your jaw and leaned down to kiss you. You sighed and she smiled as you said, “I’ll call Stephanie.”
