Notes: I haven’t written much in about a year, but I hope you enjoy! I cant wait to get started again and hopefully go back to taking requests and doing some non-ship stuff. Enjoy!! <3
“If you win, I’ll do that thing you like. But if I win, then you have to do that thing that I like. Sound like a deal?” Adam had proposed the idea before right outside the entrance ramp, standing next to his partner who was all dressed up and ready to put on his best show to date.
“That thing? You have yourself a deal.” Maxwell spoke just as confident as Adam, a nod of his head as he smacked his gum — which Adam always hated — and had this cocky smile that Adam wanted to smack off his face. Of course, in the most loving way possible.
But it didn’t end up that way. Adam, in fact, did not do that special thing he promised Maxwell and Maxwell didn’t do that special thing for Adam, even if it technically wasn’t apart of the deal.
No, instead, Adam would lay on the bed of their hotel room with his gaze stuck to the wall as he laid on his side. He was dejected, heart sunken and mind spinning with ‘what if’s and ‘I should have’s. But nothing changed it. He lost. He got pinned.
Maxwell wouldn’t try talking to him either. While they did hug it out at the end, after their spat, it was still tense. As much as the two of them said this match wouldn’t affect them outside of the ring, it didn’t seem to matter now.
“Hey .. ” Maxwell spoke quietly as he moved into the bed, the older man feeling the mattress dip down from the champion’s weight as an arm slipped around his bare waist.
“Hey.” Even if he didn’t mean to, Adam’s response had come out short, almost cold. It wasn’t directed at Maxwell, really, but it certainly came off as such — and Maxwell would be a liar if he said it didn’t sting a little.
“Adam .. ”
“Don’t start, Max .. please. Don’t tell me that the people still love me, don’t tell me that I still have a belt, and do not tell me I did everything I could. Just .. please.” With his voice slightly trembled, Adam felt those same emotions build up inside of him once more, just as they did in the ring when the tears began to well up in front of thousands that witnessed him lose his opportunity of a lifetime.
“You’re right .. I’m sorry. Can I .. do anything then?” Maxwell would offer, sounding rather uncertain of his own words. It was rather difficult for Maxwell to be in a relationship, to care about others and the emotions that came along with that. He had plenty of emotional battles himself during their match, ones that certainly could have cost him his title had he worried himself too long.
“No, no it’s fine. Hey, how’s your neck? Feeling any better?” Trying to direct the conversation away from himself, Adam would attempt to steer it towards Maxwell — partially because he really was worried and partially because he just didn’t want to talk about himself anymore.
“Feel better now. Seemed pretty worried for me during our match though.” The tone came out teasing, causing Adam to playfully elbow his partner behind him for bringing it up. In all honesty, Adam didn’t even know Maxwell could hear him as he called his name with worry dripping in his tone. But now, he was sure Maxwell would never let it go, much like other things he never let go.
“Just hold me while we get some sleep and shut up.”
With that actually getting a chuckle from Maxwell, he would shift to press a kiss to the eldest’s cheek, his hold on his waist a little tighter to make sure the two were close. And while they both knew they were fine now, Maxwell couldn’t help but worry for their future as a couple if they continued to work together in the ring ..
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...”
MJF: Platonic Friendship - Worried About You in a Death Match
mjf x being worried about his best friend being in a death match vs britt baker! headcanon
genre: platonic fluff
warnings: mentions of blood, death match, worrying and fear, foul language
requested by: anon (hope you enjoy!)
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we love bestie mjf in this house!
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When Maxwell heard that you were going to be in a death match versus Britt, he immediately tried to make you back out of it. He couldn’t believe that you were going to put yourself in harms way willingly, knowing that it would be a gruesome and dirty match.
“Do you have a death wish, Y/N? There is no way in hell that I’m gonna see my best friend do some crazy shit like this.”
“Relax, Maxwell. I know what I’m doing.”
Maxwell would try his best to believe you, knowing you were a damn good wrestler, but this whole thing rubbed him the wrong way. Usually, Maxwell didn’t care about anyone except himself, but you were the only one he trusted and held dear to that little heart of his. If you got hurt, he’d have to intervene.
On the night of the match, all he could do is pace the halls and try to stop himself from being irrational. Maxwell tried his best to be supportive, but this was still something he didn’t approve of nor wanted to see.
When he saw you all bloodied up and tacks in your back, Maxwell would be on the edge of his seat. His hands never left his eyes as he wanted for the match to be over so you could be tended to by the medics. You knew Maxwell was gonna rip you a new one, but it was a stellar match and probably one of the best in your entire career.
“What the hell were you thinking? My god, look at you, Y/N. You’re bleeding and oh god, I can’t believe you. Now give me a hug, you scared the shit out of me.”
“Max, I feel fine! Actually, I feel on top of the fucking world right now. That was so badass of me.”
Maxwell would hug onto you, even though you were bleeding and it was getting all over this new suit. You’d tell him that he was messing up his suit, but he’d shush you and tell you that he could always buy a new one. Typical MJF.
“Now let’s get to medics. I can’t believe you’d do that. We need to you to stop doing these matches before that inbred Nick Gage tries to book a death match against you.”
He would stay with you as you’d get stitched up and the tacks removed from your back. Maxwell would wince at every single movement, even though he wasn’t even the one being patched up. When it was done, he’d let out a sigh of relief and wrap his arms around you again.
“Request; “You like him/her.” “No I don’t.” “Really? then why are you blushing?” with my favorite ahole MJF please
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Requested by Anon
Summary; Y/N has been apart of AEW since it’s inception, and has worked closely with many of the superstars, Moxley, Havoc, Cassidy, MJF and more. She gets on with everyone, with many of them coming to her for advice on new gear/promos/gimmicks. MJF is the opposite and doesn’t even like working out his own stuff, never mind other peoples, but helps Y/N figure out a new entrance for someone.
Being a well-liked member of the AEW team was great. I always looked forward to going to work and it always kept me busy. A lot of my time not working was spent helping out other people, which I loved.
I was gonna be helping Best Friends and Orange Cassidy to organise a new three person entrance. They wanted to be able to be the happy best friends, but not take away from Orange Cassidy’s whole hands in the pocket thing. It was seeming like a difficult task to accomplish, as we didn’t want to just steal what Sami and Kevin used to do in WWE.
Whilst there was nothing wrong with Sami and Kevin’s entrance, I wanted ours to be personal to them but I was struggling so I called in reinforcements. MJF and Britt Baker. They were two completely different personalities and if anyone could put together an entrance like this, they could.
The three of us were at the top of the ramp, visualising what could be done when MJF spoke up. “I have an idea. Britt, Y/N, you two be Best Friends and I’ll be Orange Cassidy. I’ll come out first, you two bounce around like they do and just really try to get me to join in.”
We did as he asked, and he did this half assed jump, without taking his hands out of his pockets, but it fit. He looked like he was part of them but still used his gimmick.
“That was great Max.” I smiled, I still can’t believe how long it took to think of that for any of us.
“Thanks.” He grinned. “I’ve gotta go get ready for Dynamite, can you show them without me?”
“Sure no worries. Go get ready.” I smiled. “And remember, you’re better than them and they know it.”
He didn’t have the ring on, but he kissed the finger it usually goes on before walking off.
I decided to stay where I was to wait for the three men to arrive and show them what we had done, which would be any minute.
“Oh my god, you like him!” Britt exclaimed.
“Who?” I asked, feigning ignorance, of course I knew who she meant. I wasn’t about to admit that though.
Britt rolled her eyes.
“Orange Cassidy. No, MJF, dummy.”
“What, no I don’t.” I lied.
“Really? Then why are you blushing?”
“I’m not blushing.”
“Yes you are.” Orange Cassidy said, walking in. “Plus he likes you too.”
Okay first, I don’t like him. Secondly, no he doesn’t.”
“Y/N, you are the only person allowed to call him Max, everyone else calls him Maxwell or MJF and he moans if they say anything else.” Britt pointed out. “And he hates doing his own entrances, never mind anyone else’s, he helped out because you asked him.”
“That’s not true.”
Britt sighed and rolled her eyes. “Jimmy, Shawn!” She yelled, gaining the attention of the two who had just arrived.
Before I could respond, Cody appeared and asked everyone to start getting ready for tonight. We quickly showed him, Cassidy and Best Friends the entrance and all of them approved.
I was about to head backstage, but Cody stopped me and made me wait until it was just us two.
“I need you front row tonight, MJF has a promo.” He said. “And he told me to tell you, that it isn’t kayfabe, he means it.”
I was slightly confused, but went along with it anyway.
As usual, everyone was rushing around before the show started and I didn’t have chance to speak to MJF before getting ushered to the front row.
His promo was kicking the show off, so I didn’t have to wait long to find out what he meant. He started off on a normal promo about his rival, but before he finished, his demeanour changed.
“I want to finish this on something a little different. Normally, I’d say I’m better than you, but actually I’ve found someone better than me.” He said. “And she’s here tonight, in the front row.”
He climbed out of the ring and came over to me. “Y/N, I don’t like helping others, because I’m better than them, but I’d help out everyone in the world if you asked me too.”
He took my hand and kissed it. “What I really wanna ask, is if you’d let me take you out sometime?”
I nodded, and he leaned in and kissed me, amid audience cheers. After we pulled away, I hugged him so my mouth was next to his ear.
“Maybe, you can show me that you’re better than everyone in the bedroom.” I whispered, smirking at him, as I moved away.
A little quirky amusement park date between local skelly twink Darby and resident scumbag going good boi MJF
Darby Allin x MJF on a date; drabble
Word count: 742
Warnings: none!
Notes: I used to write this ship quite a bit awhile back, so I’ve missed these two! Enjoy!
Maxwell wasn’t a big fan of a lot of things his boyfriend was into. It wasn’t a surprise, either. Their personalities clashed all the time, but it was something they both loved about one another. Always being introduced to new things, constantly showing one another things they knew they wouldn’t like. Sometimes it was fun, other times it annoyed Maxwell or bored Darby.
For once, however, Maxwell would be the one to plan something that wasn’t a fancy dinner out. Instead, he took Darby to an amusement park, which was right up the daredevil’s alley. He was so excited that it made the scumbag almost forget where he was, that was until he stepped into something that resembled fair food on the ground and suddenly he wanted to just leave. But this wasn’t about him, it was about Darby.
So, here he is, sitting outside the exit of a rollercoaster with a cheap, stuffed tiger tucked under his arm that he had won for Darby earlier, as he scrolled through his phone. He didn’t do rollercoasters, but he would wait in the lines and by the exits for Darby to be done. His boyfriend would return to him, arm tossed around his shoulders as he smiled like an idiot.
“That was awesome! You should seriously do the next one, Max!” Darby encouraged as the two began to walk once more to find yet another coaster of death — as Maxwell called them.
“I think I’ll pass, babe.” Darby rolled his eyes at that, though the smile still remained. He didn’t mind as long as Maxwell was here with him, after all. It wasn’t often at all that his boyfriend would take him to dates like this.
The only other time it wasn’t a fancy restaurant was a skatepark where Darby actually managed to get Maxwell on a skateboard for a few minutes. Whenever Maxwell stepped out of his comfort zone, that’s when Darby cherished these moments.
“How about you ride just one coaster with me, no loops or super big drops, and we can go get dinner tomorrow night at that place you like?” Darby offered, stopping the two of them by standing in front of Maxwell to interrupt his steps.
“You mean the one that you hate because you have to get all dressed up in a suit, which by the way, you always look so goddamn good in?” A smirk playing at Maxwell’s lips as he speaks and Darby just knows he’s almost convinced. He just needs a little more push.
“That’s the one. I’ll even wear that red one that you love so much.” And Maxwell is making a small show of acting like his knees buckled slightly at the thought, head tilted back slightly with a dramatic little groan — acting as though the very thought of Darby in that deep red suit was enough to bring him to his knees. And while the thought doesn’t bring him to his knees, the sight certainly does.
“Alright fine. One ride and after that, no more.” Maxwell spoke firmly, making sure it was clear that it would be one coaster and no more. But part of him wanted to just let Darby drag him to every ride after seeing how wide his smile got upon taking the offer.
However, that thought was quickly tossed aside after the ride was over. His head spun, his stomach churned, and he felt like he was about to puke with every step they took upon exiting the ride. But Darby seemed fine. In fact, he was hopping around, exclaiming how cool it was and how they should go again.
“You don’t look so good.” Darby commented in an amused tone, looking over at his boyfriend who looked at thought he was on the verge of losing his lunch.
“I’m fine, I’m fine. Hey, I’ll win you another one of those stuffed animals if we can go ahead and get out of here.” The smaller man laughed softly at the offer, slipping an arm around Maxwell’s waist to guide him to the nearest mini game.
“Sounds like a plan.”
And as Maxwell would waste 20 bucks trying to win a stuffed penguin for his boyfriend, he would remind himself to never go to another amusement park again, no matter how cute an excited Darby was to see.
Warnings: Ship drabble! Mostly sfw, but there is a small nsfw mention at the very end when Adam mentions going back to his hotel.
Notes: Back on my bullshit. I cant stop writing these two and I have 3 other drafts I was supposed to do before this for other wrestlers. If any of y’all got requests or suggestions for ship or x reader or just little headcanons for your favorite wrestler, send them my way! Much love! <3
Maxwell was worried. No, not just worried, downright terrified that something was wrong. He wasn’t at the show this week and he knew he wouldn’t be a week ago, so him and Adam agreed to call right after the show was over with. And while he didn’t exactly watch the show, he knew when it was meant to be over with.
Well, Adam didn’t call. Maxwell gave him maybe fifteen minutes before he called first. Then again .. and again .. then one more time, before he tossed his phone aside out of frustration. Did something happen? Did he get hurt? Did something go wrong? Did he just forget that he promised Maxwell he would call and left his phone on do not disturb? A hundred questions and no answers.
That was until Maxwell started to scroll on Twitter. Now it made sense and as he watched the video posted by AEW, he was filled with a bundle of emotions, some of which he didn’t recognize but the most prominent one being anger. With a clenched jaw, he festered on those emotions for a moment, before the anger had shifted into a new emotion that Maxwell didn’t typically feel. A disgustingly heavy feeling of guilt on his chest.
Before he could do or say anything foolish, his phone screen lit up to a picture of Adam he had managed to take while they were at the steakhouse. He wasted no time in pressing the green button, slightly surprised to see a video call come through rather than a normal call.
“I’m really sorry I didn’t call when the show ended.” Adam’s words came out before Maxwell could even think of opening his mouth. Adam was aware how much Maxwell could overthink himself to death, so despite being in pain from the attack, he was more worried about his partner. Even as he was looking into the camera with his free hand pressed to his neck, brows furrowed slightly from the discomfort.
“Adam, shut up, are you okay?”
“Well .. I …” Admittedly, the words caught him by surprise, leaving him stumbling, looking at Maxwell like a deer in headlights. He expected him to cause this dramatic scene about not getting his phone call, to pout and whine and huff.
“Yeah .. yeah, I’m okay. Just sore, is all.” Adam confirmed with a nod and a soft breath escaping him, though he wasn’t sure if it was relief or not.
“Shit, Adam, I’m sorry. I should have been there, so I could have .. fuck, I don’t know, done something!” He felt awful, it gnawed at him that he couldn’t do a thing about it.
“Hey, hey, hey. Max, come on .. you have nothing to apologize for. Seriously.” Adam frowned, seeing just how distressed the other seemed to be, how his face screwed into one of guilt and worry.
“But I could have .. ”
“Max! It’s fine. I’m telling you it is okay. Please don’t feel bad or beat yourself up, okay? Shit happens, this is the profession, this is what we do, and sometimes that means taking a few bumps and getting a few bruises.”
“I know .. I know. I’m just worried about you.” Maxwell seemed, at the very least, a little more relaxed now and that was enough for Adam to smile.
“I know, and I appreciate it, babe. I appreciate you. Now, I have to go back to the hotel, but I’ll call you when I get there?” Adam offered, hoping Maxwell would want to.
He really did miss him today, being backstage with him, holding him, sparing kisses in the hall. He wasn’t aware how .. lonely he was until Maxwell wasn’t next to him. Now, he was all Adam had, it seemed.
“How about you video call me again when you hop in the shower at your hotel and after we’re done — you know what I mean — then we fall asleep together? Sound like a plan?” That cheeky smile showed on his face and Adam couldn’t help the blush on his cheeks as he quietly reminded himself to never have Maxwell on speaker again while still at work.
“Yeah, alright. Sounds like a plan. I’ll call you in thirty.” Blowing him a kiss through the phone, Maxwell would roll his eyes as he returned the same, before hanging up.
This drabble has sfw/non sexual petplay, where Max is your little kitten. 🥰
It was clear the moment that Max got backstage that he wanted to go back to the hotel. He was upset, which was obvious as he had never been one to take loses lightly, but it was a different feel than usual. Usually, he was just flat out angry when he was backstage and cooled down at the hotel with you. But this time, he had just sort of shut down.
He didn’t really speak to you, but allowed you to hold his hand as you guided him to the doctors office to get patched up. Once the tape was unraveled from his wrists, the blood was wiped away with a damp towel, and he was looked over, he asked you if you both could leave.
The moment the door opened to the hotel, Max was laying on the bed. He laid on his back, his hands covering his face as he took a deep breath. You could see him visibly relax when you sat down next to him, immediately moving to put his head in your lap, gently nuzzling against your tummy to feel your warmth and gain some comfort from the closeness. It was all he wanted. The moment the match ended, all he wanted to relax next to you and be a pampered kitten for the night. And only you could make it happen for him.
“You did so, so amazing tonight, kitten.” The reassurance was bittersweet to Max, although he did appreciate hearing it, knowing you thought he did well. His own mind was full of thoughts of anger and self doubt, but you helped. Taking the lace collar out of your bag and slipping it around his neck was all he needed, to hear the gentle jingle of the bell and your soft praise. It made him forget, even for just a moment.
Snuggling against you and purring from the gentle touches and fingers in his hair had put him at ease. His shoulders relaxed and while he was sore, he was more focused on the feel of his fingertips running down his spine. Being called a beautiful kitten had made his heart flutter and every comment you made of how he did that night had him smiling a little. He lost, but as long as you were the one to put his collar on and there to love on him until the sun rose, he knew he would be okay.
