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HOOK from his promo on Collision 💥

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Yes please can you do a part 2 to the Hook/reader/mariah smut please 😍. But this time Hook pays more attention to reader

A/N: Yessss! Of course! <3

{My Birthday Girl..}

{Rating: Smut}

{Warnings: Unprotected Sex, Fingering, Swearing, Oral sex (F receiving), Aftercare, use of sex toys}

{Pairing: HOOK/Tyler x Fem!Reader x Mariah May}

It was officially your birthday, and the night before.. Hook's birthday. Made you feel left out.

But you didn't let that ruin your birthday, your biggest day. Turning (Y/A).

So you tried to focus on the positives of the day! Like having the best fucking birthday of your life. Since you only turn (Y/A) once.

While you were scrubbing the floor from the mess you & Mariah made last night, Hook walked up to you.

"What is it Ty?" You asked

"Hey, Y/N... I'm really sorry for last night... and since it's your birthday, I figured I could make up for it?" Hook spoke

"What do you mean? Like you wanna make up for kinda leaving me out?" You said

"Just wait until tonight, I promise. You'll never want to stop-" He said

"Ok?" You spoke confused

You put your anger aside for the rest of the day. As not to freak out at anyone or anything. Because you were so upset.

You ended up screaming at your cat on accident. Which you instantly made right..

"Ok Y/N! Come on upstairs!" Hook called out to you.

You ran up the stairs, and that's when you saw Mariah, And Tyler waiting for you.

They wanted to try the whole... threesome thing again.

Even though you were hesitant, you agreed.

it started off simple, nothing too bad. Mariah getting oral while you fucked yourself silly on Hook's fingers.

But then it started to pick up. Mariah stepping away from the situation, to use a vibrator to finish.

Meanwhile, Hook was fucking you into the mattress. It was either he fucked your throat mercilessly or he was fucking you into the bed.

You didn't mind though, as this made up for everything the night before.

Hook and Mariah must've planned this whole thing out.

Because at the end of the night. You were crying out HOOK's name, wanting more.

You felt like you never wanted another birthday. Unless it was like this.

You didn't care if you were so overstimulated you could collapse.

This. Was. The. Best. Fucking. Night. Of. Your. Life.

You had made a mess at that point. You were sorta embarrassed, but HOOK didn't really care. He got you in the bath and changed the sheets and everything before you came out in your shorts and his shirt.

Mariah got in her Pajamas for the night, and Hook did too.

You all crawled into bed, and snuggled up.

Hook giving you a kiss on the forehead and saying quietly "Happy Birthday baby.."

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Can i request a Tyler/Hook x reader x Mariah May threesome smut, Tyler and reader have a threesome with Mariah but reader ends up getting left out so she leaves the room without Tyler and Mariah noticing.

You can decide what happens next Delilah x

A/N: Of course, the whole backstory here is. Y/N and Hook/Ty, were trying out some new stuff in the bedroom. And for Hook's birthday, he wanted to have a threesome. But it went wrong quickly. And I kinda made them a poly ship. Because Mariah loves Y/n and Hook. So they're Poly :)

{Best Birthday Ever.-}

{Rating: Smut}

{Warnings: Unprotected Sex,Use of Sex Toys, Swearing, Scissoring, Kissing, Fingering..}

{Pairing: HOOK x Fem!Reader x Mariah May}

It Was HOOK's birthday, you and Mariah listened intently on what HOOK wanted to try.

He said he wanted to try.. a threesome. So why not? It was always either Hook fucking one of you, or you and Mariah fucking..

You both decided to start off early, basically pouncing Hook.

You both took turns on him. But Mariah got a little carried away.

So while Hook Fucked Mariah silly, you walked out of the room quietly. No One noticed.

Except for Mariah. But she didn't want to ruin Hook's moment.

You sat in your shorts and tank top, in the closet downstairs.. hiding in shame.

You felt you weren't needed anymore. As Mariah seemed to make Hook Happy.

You heard them go on for an hour, until hook fell asleep.

You then heard Mariah come barreling down the steps.

She opened the closet you were in and stared down at you.

"Why are you in here?" She asked.

"Because you have HOOK happy enough to fall asleep." You said.

"Ah, but that's not the case." She said

"What do you mean?" You questioned

"It's 12:01am, I gotta give my birthday girl something special." Mariah said, pulling you to your feet.

"What?" You were so confused, then again.. it was 12:02am, so it was technically your birthday.

Next thing you know, your on the couch. Fucking yourself on Mariah's fingers.

Then she has you on the floor, fucking each other.

Then you have a vibrator held to you, Mariah made up for what Hook kinda made you miss out on.

After everything ended, Mariah placed a soft kiss on your cheek and laid you down in clean clothes on the couch.

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CHELSEA GREEN SPEAKING FACTS!

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i don't know if its physically possible to ignore the dog

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Meet the Grahams feels like the Dog Collar match between Cm Punk and MJF because even if you had no background knowledge of what led up to it at all it's an incredible piece of art where anybody can understand the pure emotion behind it.

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I Bid This Bitch Goodbye

Summary: As Tony Khan's niece and junior producer, you were placed in charge of an auction event where fans can win a date with their favourite wrestlers.

But when you spy a face that has caused you nothing but trouble, you are determined to bring this bitch to the ground.

Notes: I meant to post this yesterday but oh well. Happy late birthday, Hook.

4339 words.

There was nothing particularly special about you. You were just an ordinary woman with an ordinary life, ordinary parents, and an ordinary education. You supposed the fact that your uncle-in-law happened to be a billionaire made you a little less ordinary than some others, but you never let it get to your head. Whilst in highschool you refused to let anyone know that were in close connections to such major businessmen in the sports industry. They would have flipped. 

The friends you made were genuine and you were thankful for that… but unfortunately the enemies you made were also genuine. Right bitches they were. 

You did try to make a living for yourself at first by working in a gas station, however, you weren’t really going anywhere with minimum wage, and the offer to work with your uncle in his new wrestling company was always on the table sooooo why not? A little career push never hurt anyone. 

You were now a junior producer, learning the backstage roles that made up the AEW family that you were so warmly welcomed into with open arms. Everyone seemed to like you there and you gained many friends in your first few months, Hook being one of the wrestlers you’d grown especially close with, originally getting along because of your similar ages, and now you acted as if you’d been friends since childhood. 

Of course, like any good childhood friend, he loved to mess with you and tease you, for example whenever you’re tasked to call him to the ring he thinks it’s a funny idea to go wandering around backstage, forcing you to go on a wild goose chase trying to find him. 

—

“I need to start keeping an air tag on you”. 

“Or maybe you should start being good at your job?” 

“I’d actually be able to do my job if you weren’t constantly playing hide and go seek”. 

—

Such a child… 

Or how about the few times he snatched the clipboard straight out of your hands and held it above his head where you couldn’t reach? 

— 

“Just give it back. I need to get back to work”. 

“No one’s stopping you from working”. 

“There very clearly is someone stopping me”. 

— 

What a dick… 

But! Today, he would regret all those times where he’d taken advantage of your job and made you look like a fool. He would be at your complete mercy and like hell would you take any pity on him; you were going to have your own back on this guy and he was going to suffer and you were going to enjoy watching it. Just like any good wrestling match. 

You walked through the hall with a proud smile glued to your face, looking forward to seeing the faces of over-adoring wrestling fans, full of hope that they can outbid everyone else for a date with some of the most favourite wrestlers AEW had to offer. 

As the organiser, you were one of the first people to arrive, only a couple of other producers and stagehands present who were setting up chairs - which were most likely to be discarded once they were in such close proximity to the wrestlers. 

Oh, revenge was sweet indeed. You made this happen, Y/N. You’re an absolute genius. 

When you proposed the idea of a charity fundraiser to your good ol’ uncle Tony about auctioning off dates with the wrestlers - not only to boost good publicity, but to give something to young children who had dreams of wrestling professionally - he immediately fell in love with the idea and told you to start making plans and secure some good people for the event. 

Those wrestlers needed to be put to good use anyway. You knew they were good for something. 

“Hey, have we got enough chairs for everyone?” you asked one of your colleagues who was setting up the seating. 

“Uhh I think so. If not, only a few people will have to stand”. 

You hum in response and start setting up the microphone and speakers before your sound guy arrives to take over. You’d hoped he would arrive soon because you had no fucking clue what you were doing. You were just tired of walking around watching everyone else do stuff. 

Whilst playing with the buttons of the soundboard, a loud, ear-piercing boom echoed through the hall, accompanied by a few pained cries you’d caused people. 

Oh, the cringe. 

You practically threw the microphone down and stepped away from the area you were working on. 

Best to leave it to the professionals. 

“Good idea. Deafen us so we can’t hear the screaming superfans later”. 

You turned to the sound of Hook’s voice to see him at the very end of the hall having just walked through the door. Just your luck for him to walk in as you embarrass yourself. But your luck was about to get better. 

“Thank you”, you replied genuinely, watching his figure moving in your direction. “You’ll need it when they’re screaming in your ears all night. Probably in more ways than one knowing your record”. 

He laughed softly and awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck as he stood only a few feet away from you. 

“Hah you got me there, huh? A manwhore? Is that what you women call ‘em?” 

You shot him a warm, patronising smile. “Only behind your back”. You quickly changed your mind. “Oh who am I kidding? I call you that to your face”. 

You brushed past him, abandoning your post at the soundboard to help finish setting up the chairs, Hook closely following behind like a loyal puppy with his owner. 

“Nah I wouldn’t do that. Not with a fan, at least”. 

“Why’s that, fuckboy?” You joked. 

“Very funny”, he responded, rolling his eyes. “I’d feel like I'm taking advantage of their love and adoration for me or something like that. Not that I’d blame them of course”. 

You immediately stopped what you were doing and sent him a raised eyebrow. Like you’d believe that story. In the time you had known him, Hook had numerous women hanging off his arm (and that was only from what you had seen on social nights out with work), and sometimes those numerous women would be on one occasion. You were grateful you didn’t share the same hotel with him. Those were sounds you most definitely did not want to hear. 

He seemed to have noticed the scepticism written on your face and spoke before you had a chance to reply. “You don’t believe me?”, he asked in subtle disbelief. “I can be a gentleman, you know?” 

“You? A gentleman? I bet you’ve never even dated a girl before. I’ve only ever seen you walk out of bars with these ‘female friends’ of yours”. Despite ultimately joking, your teasing did have some truth behind it. For the four years you’d known him, you had never known this man to go out on a single actual date like to a restaurant or the movies or something cheesy like that. 

It didn’t bother you, of course. Or at least that’s what you kept on telling yourself. You had no reason to be jealous; you didn’t even like him in that way nor had you ever thought about him romantically. That was partially true until this moment. 

Sure you appreciated him, just the same as you appreciated all your hot friends. You work in the wrestling industry full of strong, sweaty, fit guys and girls. What did you expect? 

Fine! You admitted Hook was easy on the eyes. So what? It’s not like you’d ever wondered what those perfectly sculptured muscles he so proudly displays in the ring yet modestly covers underneath his hoodie felt like. And it never once crossed your mind what was so addictive about running your hands through his tousled hair as you’d seen him among all the women do repeatedly. 

Nope. None of that. Not. At. All… 

… 

… 

… 

It couldn’t be that soft, right? 

Stop those intrusive thoughts, Y/N! It would never happen anyway. 

“You’ll see one day”, he defended, snapping you out of your thoughts. “I’m just trying to have fun whilst I’m still young. I’m not rushing life like you seem to be doing”. 

You sensed that you may have struck a nerve with the harsh tones in his voice as he looked at you expectedly, although you quickly felt awkward, a little ashamed of yourself for criticising his early life choices and perhaps taking your jokes a little too far. 

A big apology would have to wait, though, as there was so much shit to be done before the event started and it would have been unfair if you weren’t pulling your weight enough. After all, this was your chance to show your uncle that you had what it takes to progress in the company. 

Temporarily moving the problems with Hook to the back of your mind, you opened your mouth to speak a quick ‘sorry’ with the intention of making it up to him later like buying him a drink or something. However, another voice from only a few feet away echoed through the spacious hall. 

“Hey, who’s been messing with this setup?” 

Your sound guy must have come in without you noticing because you whipped your head around to see his face scrunched up with such confusion and frustration. You winced and turned away, pretending you didn’t know anything. Perhaps there was time for one long, drawn out apology. 

Never had you been more relieved to be made fun of, hearing the sound of a snicker from a certain hooded figure standing before you to which you smiled lightheartedly in response. You should have known he wouldn’t stay mad at you for long. 

What seemed like what was meant to be the end of the conversation clearly wasn’t because Hook still insisted on standing opposite you, staring and twitching his nose as if something was bothering him. 

“What do you want?” You asked, not wasting any time and getting back to setting up chairs. 

“What makes you think I want something?” 

“Oh I’m sorry. Don’t you?” Sarcasm was basically your second language. 

Hook was silent for a few seconds, allowing yourself to secretly smirk whilst your back was turned away from him. Just wait for it. 

“Okay yeah I do want something”. Bingo. You were right as always. “I need you to bid for me”. 

You scoffed into a breathy laugh. He couldn’t be serious, right? That’s like straight up asking you on a date without actually saying it and with a lot more complications than there needed to be. He continued. 

“I’d give you the money back, I swear. I just really really don’t want to date a fan who’s desperate enough to be here to win a date with me. It’ll be chaos”. 

As much as you questioned the cruel wording, you understood where his point was coming from. The entry fee in itself was five-hundred dollars and these people would have had to have been glued to their screen, waiting for the tickets to go on sale. On top of that, they wouldn’t even guarantee a date because they’d still have to bid a ridiculous amount of money in the auction. 

You’d love to help him but you already had your sweet sweet revenge all planned out. 

“Ooo it’s sooooo nice that you’re willing to give all that money to charity, and I’d hate seeing you at the mercy of some overbearing girl - or guy for that matter - buuut no. I’m not going to bid for you. It’d be wrong of me since, if you haven’t noticed, I’m running the whole thing”. 

Hook’s silence spoke volume as he now knew exactly how you felt about him being in this auction. 

“Bitch…” he muttered, turning to the side. 

Gasp! 

“What was that?” you asked sternly, finally facing him, not having stopped setting up the chairs until now. 

“I said I… need to talk to Mitch”. He pointed to one of the guys on the other side of the room and pretended to approach him. 

You sighed before calling out whilst he was still within a few feet away, “His name is Thomas”. 

“Then I need to talk to Thomas, bitch”. 

“Oh just fuck off”. The conversation ended with you indignantly laughing at his teenager-y antics. 

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Every single chair that you among others had placed had someone sat in it - well, they were all allocated, at least. One crazed fan that caught your eye was standing, of course, violently shaking the person next to her who you really hoped was her friend and not some stranger she was using as a human cocktail shaker. 

It was show time. Honestly, you had no other job than to make sure everything was in check, ensuring that the auction went as you had envisioned. No introduction was needed as Tony Shiavone (who was way too happy to be the announcer for a change) went straight to it, announcing the first wrestler up for grabs, and you were quite content standing off to the side where you could watch the whole show as well as watching the crowd. 

“Coming in from St. Marks Place, he’s cold-hearted, he’s definitely handsome, and the girls go crazy for him”. 

Ha ha! Although it was the first auction, this was definitely the main event in your opinion. The one you had been looking forward to the most. 

“Weighing in at 202 pounds, he currently holds the championship for the best single life. He’s Hoooooooooook!” 

If the pool of merchandise wasn’t enough to figure out exactly how big of fans these people were, the screaming made it all too obvious. You hardly heard his song playing due to a mix of the yelling and the (hopefully temporary) deafness it caused you. 

Seeing Hook walk on stage as just himself without the aloof persona he puts on was strange to say the least. It felt as though all these people got to experience a side to him that only you had the pleasure of seeing, which you knew was absolutely ludicrous because you weren’t the only person in his life. Perhaps it was the fact that these ‘people’ were the women who were about to pay a ridiculous amount of money at a chance for his heart. 

Was this what jealousy felt like? 

No, of course not. You had no reason to be jealous. You were about to relish in the suffering he was about to endure by one of these fans. 

But what if the date… went well? What if he actually started a relationship with that woman? What would that mean for the two of you? 

You desperately tried to shake your head out of those thoughts. He said he wouldn’t romantically involve himself with a fan anyway. 

…but what if-? No! Shut up, Y/N! 

Hook’s eyes immediately met yours, eyebrows raising as if to say ‘wish me luck’, to which you smirked in a reply, reminding yourself that this whole event was meant to be enjoyable for you. 

“And we’ll start the bidding at three-hundred dollars. Oh straight in with the three-hundred”. 

The bids came in so fast that you could hardly comprehend how many bidding paddles were flying up in the air until they began to slow down as the price continued to rise to those outrageous prices you were waiting to hear. 

“Two-thousand dollars to the woman in the front here. Is there a twenty-one-hundred here?” 

The higher the bids came in, the fewer women that were left standing, eventually cutting it down to just two, and then to one, and boy were they desperate. 

“That’s five-thousand dollars to the woman at the front going once”. 

Pause. You peered at the lucky lady who had won the date with Hook and what came into your view could have made your body implode from how badly your blood was boiling. 

“Going twice”. 

Pause. It couldn’t be her, could it? But that long golden blonde hair and sharp facial features were completely undeniable. 

“Aaand-” 

“Five-thousand one-hundred!” Your voice spoke out before you even had time to think, your glare not having left the woman who stood on the front row. Her disgusting victorious smile returned her natural hideous jealous scowl you’d known for years which whipped in your direction as probably many other heads, including Hook’s, did - not that you were paying any attention to anyone else now that the woman who had been harassing you for almost two years was here in front of you. 

You were lucky you hadn’t spoken to the audience yet because you feared what kind of backlash you and the company would have received if anyone knew you - an organiser - started bidding in their own event. 

“Two-hundred!” Her voice fought back to which you quickly retaliated with a hundred dollars more. Like hell was this bitch going to get what she wanted. 

You knew Petra from highschool. She was one of those who thought she and her friends were oh so much better than you because of how much makeup they wore and how trendy their new Prada outfit was. She even bragged about her grades from time to time. After all, she did a lot of grinding on hard work to achieve those. 

“Six thousand!” 

Where the hell was she getting this money from? 

You presumed she was rich all these years, but not ‘I’m gonna buy myself a famous boyfriend’ rich. 

“Seven!” You on the other hand had no reason to worry about money. One huge benefit of working in your uncle’s business was the generous pay. Uncle Tony really did not hold out when it came to paying his staff. 

You could see Hook’s perplexed look from beneath his hoodie directed at you, most likely wondering why you had such the change of heart, but you couldn’t let your focus drift away from the burden sitting on the front row. She must pay. 

After you graduated and All Elite Wrestling had taken off, word had gotten out that you were Tony Khan’s niece, so when you mistakenly decided to post on Instagram about your new job there, the number of private messages you had received from people you had hardly spoken to in the past came flooding in, asking if you could get them tickets, or arrange a meet and greet with their favourites. 

You’d decided to ignore all of them, however, there was one who was painfully persistent that you eventually had to tell them to shut the fuck up because it was never gonna happen. That person was, of course, Petra. Every week or so it was all ‘Can you set me up with Hook?’, ‘Oh my god isn’t Hook just the hottest?’, and ‘Can’t you do this for me after all you put me through in high school?’ 

Who the hell did she think she was? A princess? Not everything isn’t her fault. 

You didn’t fail to notice the slight panic in her widened eyes after you raised the price by another thousand dollars. 

Where’s daddy’s allowance now, bitch? 

She hesitantly gestured to Shiavone to up the bid another hundred, however, now you knew she was running short of money, you felt you could wrap this up pretty swiftly. 

“Eight-thousand dollars”, you said with a smirk. You were definitely going over your limit and you’d probably have to budget your shopping for a couple of months, but boy would it be worth it in the end to see that smug face wiped clean off. 

“Nine-thousand dollars!” How many sugar daddies does this girl have? She probably knows she can leave and suck someone’s dick for another 1k. 

No matter how she got the money, you knew you had more. 

“Ten–thousand dollars!” The murmurs and Petra’s silence spoke all. You saw her visibly gulp and glance around the floor in disbelief. She wasn’t going to find another two thousand dollars on the floor so you really did not know what she could have been looking around for. She lost her pride a long time ago and she sure as hell wasn’t going to find it here. 

“And the date with Hook goes to uhh… the lady over there for ten-thousand dollars!” 

You sent Tony a small, thankful smile for not telling everyone who you were, and you were quite surprised that Petra hadn’t said anything appalling yet given she too knew that you had to have had a part in this event. She’d even begged you for weeks in advance if you could rig the event for her. In hindsight, you really shouldn’t have been at all shocked to see her here. 

One of the backstage crew gestured for you to follow them to which you obliged, leaving the noise of disappointed groans behind you. One glance at Hook before you disappeared behind the curtain told you that this situation was just as awkward for him as it was now for you. 

Your mind scoured for a suitable justification as to why you might have spoken up when you did. 

You could say it was for charity? Those unfortunate kids were about to be bathed in riches and opportunities with the amount of money being thrown at them. 

Not having any faith in your poor, disingenuous excuse, and seeing Hook making his way towards you, you decided that perhaps it would be better if you simply told him the truth. It was a valid reason after all. You wanted Hook to suffer for all the teasing he had done to you in the past but you didn’t want to torture him to death. 

“Is that why you decided to work here?” 

You stared at him with a puzzled look and he continued. 

“Because you’re a secret superfan?” 

Rolling your eyes, you scoffed and whilst waiting for an actual response to come to your mind, another half laugh, half scoff filled the silence, making his claim seem like the truth. You had not joined the AEW team because you were a Hook superfan (because you weren’t), but over the years of working alongside him in the background, you had naturally become one of his biggest fans. 

“Yeah, you wish”. You regretted the poor excuse for a comeback as soon as it left your lips. 

“Sooo are you gonna tell me why you just bid for me or are you gonna stand there all awkward?” He asked after a long hesitation. 

Yep. The truth is better than an obvious lie. 

“I knew the other woman from high school and trust me when I tell you that I was doing you a favour. She’s a slut. A tart. A whore if you will. I swear in God’s name if I ever see her again I will-” 

“Alright alright I get it. You can tell me more on our date”. 

You were glad Tyler decided to interrupt you there as you hadn’t even realised your hands clawing at thin air as if choking the very woman you hadn’t been able to get out of your life since you started working here. She had caused nothing but distractions and… 

Wait, what? 

“Date?” 

Hook chuckled at your doe eyes. “You won fair and square, right?” 

“Well yeah but I didn’t realise that– I didn’t think– I thought you wouldn’t– okay, a date sounds great”. 

“Are you sure? I didn’t think you’d want to date a ‘fuckboy’ like me”. 

Ah shit. Yeah you forgot about that. Well you supposed now would be a better time than any for an apology. 

“Look I really am sorry for that. I was–” 

“It doesn’t matter. You weren’t completely wrong. But I won’t be like that with you. How about tonight?” 

You sent a warm smile of relief. Perhaps you had just been in denial all this time because you were suddenly super excited for this date with this good-looking, hilarious, kind friend of yours. 

“Sounds perfect. It’ll probably be late, though. I have to help clean up”. 

“I’ll wait, don’t worry”. 

He edged past you and left you with your heart feeling like it was about to burst out of your chest and with butterflies hitting every inch of your stomach lining. The shaky breath you let out was quickly sucked back in when two hands gripped your hips and pulled your body close to theirs. 

“I like it when you're nervous around me. Cocky didn’t suit you”, Hook muttered in your ear. Every part of you tingled now and you felt you could hardly move. 

That would’ve been awkward if it wasn’t Hook. 

You managed to turn your body, watching him make his way to the back door, looking like he was walking down a fashion runway or something. 

Before he could reach for the handle, you called out to him, not letting him get away with the comment you had just realised he made. 

“You’re still going to pay me back, though, right?” 

He turned with a smirk and without saying anything, stuck both his middle fingers up at you before leaving the building. 

Smug bastard… 

You spent the remainder of the day with a gigantic grin plastered upon your face. You hadn’t dared show yourself on stage as the organiser after your little showdown with Petra, and you had hoped that all of those people out there would never figure out who you were either. 

Perhaps she would leave you alone now after that whole ordeal, knowing that she lost and would finally be able to accept that she will never be able to get to Hook through you. You had to give her some credit, however, because without her, some other girl would have won and you would never have been given this date opportunity. 

Instead, you would probably be eating ice cream in bed in pure jealousy rather than savouring the humiliation you had originally wished upon your date. 

Your date… Ah! Exciting! This ten grand had better be worth it. 

THE END.

Bonus: A few private messages! (I had no idea what I was doing)

Message #1

Message #2

Message #3 (Blurry schmurry. It's fine)

End notes: I would like to apologise for being naive. I thought it was cool that Chris and Hook were teaming, especially since I saw Chris Jericho's band in Feb (which was great btw) and I got overexcited at their collaboration. I scold myself everyday since he pushed Taz and took the belt.

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Getting Hooked

Chapter 6

Hook x Reader

Action Andretti x Reader (if you squint)

Tyler's POV

I was hanging out with the lads at Andretti's place, reliving the highlights of our night out.

"I'm telling you, I really want to get Y/N's number," I said, turning to the guys.

But before they could respond, Taz called us, his voice serious. "Guys, we need to meet up. Now."

Andretti chuckled. "Looks like the universe is saying, 'Leave her to me, Tyler!'"

I felt a twinge of jealousy, my face growing hot. "Ha ha, very funny, Andretti."

But Darius poked fun at me, grinning. "Aww, Tyler's got a crush! And Andretti's stealing his thunder!"

The guys burst out laughing, and I playfully rolled my eyes. "Shut up, guys."

But deep down, I was a bit disappointed. I really wanted to get in touch with Y/N again.

Y/N's POV

I went back to the bar, hoping to find Tyler again. But he was nowhere to be seen.

I searched the whole place, my anxiety growing. Where was he?

I felt a pang of fear. Had something happened to him?

I didn't even have his number! I was starting to get really worried. Would I never see him again?

I started to tear up, feeling desperate. But then Skye came over and put her arm around me.

"Hey, cheer up! His dad owns this place. You'll see him again soon."

I sniffled, feeling a glimmer of hope. Maybe Skye was right. Maybe our paths would cross again soon.

Time Skip - end of Y/N’s shift

Y/N's POV

I finished my shift, exhausted, and headed out to my car. As I walked through the dimly lit parking lot, I noticed a guy following me.

At first, I thought nothing of it, but as he kept pace with me, my heart began to race. I quickened my steps, but he caught up, his hand grasping my arm.

"Hey, you're really beautiful," he slurred, his breath reeking of alcohol. "Why don't you come home with me?"

I tried to shake him off, but he held tight. "Let go of me!"

He sneered, his grip tightening. "You're not very friendly."

Suddenly, his hand swung back, and he hit me across the face. I felt a searing pain, and everything went blurry.

As I stumbled away, tears streaming down my face, I heard him laugh and drive off. I made it to my car, locked the doors, and broke down, shaking in fear.

I couldn't believe what had just happened. I was still trying to process it all when I arrived at work the next day, my face still bearing the mark of that terrifying encounter.

Time Skip - next day

Tyler's POV

I walked into Andretti's place, dropping off some stuff for my dad. Y/N was working, and I couldn't help but notice the mark on her face.

Andretti, always the charmer, flirtatiously grabbed her face to examine the bruise. "Oh, Y/N, what happened here?"

I felt a surge of jealousy, my heart racing. Why was he touching her like that?

I tried to shake it off, but I couldn't help feeling possessive. I dropped the box I was holding and stormed out, not even saying goodbye.

As I walked away, I heard Y/N's concerned voice. "Tyler, wait!"

But I didn't turn back. I needed to cool off.

Little did I know, this was just the beginning of a storm that would change everything.

Author’s Note- Do yall even read these? Idk but either way it’s fun leaving little comments n stuff. hadda release 2 parts cuz it’s HOOKs birthday🥳🥳 prlly release another part tmr. Lots of love ❤️ - Tori

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what about hook x fem reader any plot u want with tons of fluff and cute moments

Check Yes or No

Hook x f/Reader

Main Masterlist ♡ Wrestlers Masterlist ♡ Hook Masterlist

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: none. Just some major fluff

Gifs & photos do not belong to me. 1st gif @bloodycowboyclub

Requested by anonymous. Hope you like it.

WC: 1055

I am so nervous.

Why am I nervous?

I mean, we have been together for such a long time, and I knew I loved her before we even got together.

I felt a hand clasp my shoulder, making me jump a little, but I could tell by the chuckle, it was my Dad.

"You seem nervous, Tyler." He teased.

"What if she decides she doesn't want to be with me. That this has all been a huge mistake, and." I started to spew out the thoughts I have been having since I woke up this morning.

"Tyler, that girl loves you, and you love her. You have ever since the third grade."

The first memory I ever had of her came rushing back to me.

It was the first day of school, and they just combined the two elementary. I was running around on the playground with my friends, and I heard this laugh.

I turned my head, and it was like staring at an angel. I actually ran into the goalpost. I was knocked out for a few moments, and I woke up to her staring down at me, with a worried look on her face.

I fell in love, and I didn't even know it at the time.

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, and I pulled it out of the inside pocket of my jacket.

I saw that it was from her. "I love you, baby." Short and simple, and filled with so much emotion behind it.

This brought me back to when I first asked her out.

It was the first dance of grade 8, and for the first time, my friends and I were not going as a group, but asking people to do the dance.

Every single time I tried to ask her out, I would get tongue tied and turn around, walking so fast that she would be calling my name.

It was the night before the dance, and we were in history class.

I spent that class trying to come up with to ask her, but I knew I would just chicken out.

So I grabbed a spare piece of paper and wrote, 'Will you go to the dance with me? - Tyler.' With two boxes, one for yes, and one for no.

I folded it up and tossed it onto her desk. I held my breath as she opened it. She looked over her shoulder at me and then back at the note.

She grabbed her pen and did a checkmark, and folded it back up. She waited for our teacher to turn around, and she handed me the note.

I opened the note and couldn't stop the smile from my face as she checked yes.

That was the first of many dances for us.

We went through high school together. She was there for all my lacrosse and wrestling events, and I was there for her.

We voted the couple to most likely be married. We were voted Prom King and Queen.

We didn't go to the same college, but we talked every day and saw each other whenever we could.

Then, when I decided to become a wrestler, she was there, supporting me no matter what.

When I was having doubts about following my dream, and I was about to have my first wrestling match on TV, I was pacing back and forth in my hotel room.

I kept questioning all of this when she came up behind me, wrapping her arms around me, and I instantly calmed.

"You, Tyler Senerchia, are going to be wonderful. Everyone loves Hook and has been waiting for this moment."

I started to doubt myself once more. I turned around to face her. "No buts, Tyler. Everyone will be cheering for you and only you." I kissed her, putting all my heart into it.

And, of course, she was right. She always has been. She was and is still my number fan, and I am hers.

To travel with me, she started to write. She has a very popular travel blog, but with our wrestling friends and their favourite spots to shop and eat.

During one of those times, she was out for her research with Skye in Chicago, I picked up the antique engagement ring from my grandmother.

I was waiting for the right moment, but just like the 8th grade dance all over again, so I did what I did then.

I wrote her a note.

'Will you marry me?' and two boxes labelled yes or no.

Nothing over the top, and I knew this would be perfect for us.

I left the engagement ring box on the bed, and the note on top of it. I heard her call my name, as she walked into our room, me hiding in the bathroom.

She called my name, but she trailed off as she grabbed the note. I heard her gasp as she read it.

By this point, I was behind her on my knee, holding a bouquet of her favourite flowers.

I cleared my throat, and she turned around with the box and the note in her hands.

"Tyler,"

"Babygirl, I just need to know."

"Yes, a thousand times, yes."

I grabbed the box from her hand and opened it as quickly as possible to put the ring in her finger.

She cupped my face as I started to stand and kissed me.

We broke apart as we hugged on another.

"You didn't check a box."

"Tyler!" She said as she slapped my chest playfully.

I shook my head to clear it from all the memories I am having, and I looked at my friends and family as the music started.

Everyone stood and turned to look at my beautiful bride, stunned at how gorgeous she looked. This is my first time seeing her in her dress, and it all became too much.

I could feel tears start fall.

She gave me a concern look, but I just mouthed I am okay.

She smiled at me and blew me a kiss.

"Who gives this woman away?"

"Her mother and I do."

The moment her hand was placed in mine, I couldn't stop myself.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Tyler."

"Now that we have that out of the way, let's get you two married."

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Getting Hooked

Chapter 5

Hook x Reader

Tyler's POV

I made my way over to the bar, my heart racing with excitement. I had to get to know this girl, and I had to make her mine.

As I approached, she looked up and caught my eye. She smiled, and I felt my heart skip a beat.

"Hey," I said, leaning against the bar beside her. "You're quite the dancer."

She laughed, and I loved the sound of it. "Thanks," she said. "I was just letting loose."

"I can tell," I said, grinning. "You looked amazing out there."

She blushed, and I loved the way her cheeks flushed pink.

"Thanks," she said again. "I'm Y/N, by the way.

"Tyler," I said, holding out my hand.

She took it, and our palms touched. I felt a spark of electricity, and I knew I was in trouble.

"It's nice to meet you, Y/N," I said, holding her hand for a little too long.

She smiled, and I knew I had her attention.

Y/N's POV

I was taken aback when Tyler came over to talk to me. I had been trying to get his attention all night, but I wasn't expecting him to actually come over and introduce himself.

As we talked, I couldn't help but notice how charming and confident he was. He had a way of making me feel like I was the only person in the room, and I found myself getting lost in his eyes.

But as we shook hands, I felt a spark of electricity that caught me off guard. It was like my body was reacting to his touch without my permission.

I smiled and tried to play it cool, but inside, I was freaking out. What was going on? And why did I feel like I was in trouble?

Tyler's POV

I walked over to the guys, grinning from ear to ear. "Dudes, you won't believe what just happened," I said, barely containing my excitement.

Andretti, Anthony, Darius, and Dante all turned to me, curiosity written across their faces. "What's up, man?" Andretti asked.

"I just met the most amazing girl," I said, still feeling the spark from our handshake. "Y/N, her name is. And let me tell you, she's incredible."

The guys all started bombarding me with questions. "What's she like?" Anthony asked.

"Is she hot?" Darius chimed in.

"Did you get her number?" Dante asked, winking.

Andretti just chuckled. "Well, well, well. Looks like Tyler's finally fallen."

I laughed, trying to defend myself. "Hey, guys, I'm just excited, okay? She's really special."

But they wouldn't let up. "Special?" Anthony repeated. "What does that even mean?"

I sighed, feeling a little overwhelmed. "It means she's smart, funny, and beautiful. And we had an amazing connection."

The guys all nodded, still grinning. "We get it, man," Andretti said. "You're whipped."

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't help smiling. Maybe I was whipped, but it felt amazing.

Y/N’s POV

I rushed over to the girls, barely containing my excitement. "Oh my gosh, you guys, I just met the most amazing guy!" I said, bubbling with enthusiasm.

Julia, Kris, Willow, and Skye all turned to me, eyes wide with curiosity.

"Who is he?" Julia asked.

"What's his name?" Kris chimed in.

"Is he cute?" Willow asked, giggling.

"Did you get his number?" Skye asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Is he funny?" Julia asked.

"Does he have a cute smile?" Kris asked.

"Did you guys dance together?" Willow asked.

"Does he have a good voice?" Skye asked.

I laughed, trying to answer their rapid-fire questions. "His name is Tyler, and yes, he's absolutely adorable! We talked for a bit, and I got his number. He's funny, charming, and has an amazing smile. We didn't dance together, but we had a great conversation!"

The girls all nodded, still grinning. "We're so happy for you, Y/N!" Julia said.

Author’s Note: Hey yall! I know I normally put out parts every other day but I could resist posting a few chapters since today the cold hearted handsome devils birthday. 🥳 I will go back to my normal posting schedule after this and u guys will j get 3 days of posts in a row! Yay for yall. Hope yall r enojting the story so far 💋. Lots of love- Tori

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Getting Hooked

Chapter 4

Hook x Reader

Y/N's POV

Skye's plan was to get me noticed by Tyler, and she was determined to make it happen. She dragged me to the bar, where she ordered us two shots of tequila.

"Drink up, girl!" she said, handing me a shot glass. "We're going to get your confidence up, and then we're going to go dance in front of Tyler and his friends."

I hesitated, but Skye was insistent. "Come on, Y/N, live a little! You're not going to let a little fear hold you back, are you?"

I took a deep breath and downed the shot. The tequila burned my throat, but it also gave me a warm, fuzzy feeling. Skye cheered and high-fived me, then dragged me onto the dance floor.

We danced in front of Tyler and his friends, laughing and spinning to the music. I felt free and wild, like I could do anything. And when I caught Tyler's eye, I saw a spark of interest there.

He smiled at me, and I felt my heart skip a beat. Skye was right – this was going to be a wild ride.

We danced for a few more songs, and I could feel Tyler's eyes on me the whole time. I was having the time of my life, and I knew I had Skye to thank for it.

Finally, Skye grabbed my arm and pulled me off the dance floor. "Okay, girl, you've made your move. Now let's see what happens."

I followed her back to the bar, my heart racing with excitement.

Tyler's POV

I was having a great time with my friends, laughing and joking around, when I saw her. The girl who had bumped into Andretti earlier. She was dancing with her friend, and she looked amazing.

I couldn't take my eyes off her. She was laughing and spinning to the music, and she looked so free and wild. I felt a surge of attraction, and I knew I had to get to know her better.

I smiled at her, and she caught my eye. I could see the spark of interest there, and I knew I had her attention.

I leaned over to Andretti and whispered, "Hey, man, who's the girl?"

He followed my gaze and grinned. "No idea, but she's definitely caught your eye, hasn't she?"

I nodded, feeling a little embarrassed. "Yeah, I guess she has."

Andretti clapped me on the back. "Well, go for it, man. You only live once."

I nodded, feeling a sense of determination. I was going to get to know this girl, and I was going to make her mine.

Author's Note: Hey y'all nothing rlly much to say tdy but hoping y'all r enjoying the story. Lots of love❤️❤️-Tori

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Solo's hair is so FLUFFY!!🥺

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Birthday Post for HOOK

Happy birthday to the person who keeps me going every day, the one who showed me it's ok to be myself. The one who showed me that it's okay to only have a few friends and not that many. To not take shit from anyone no matter who it is. The one I love with me whole heart. Happy birthday, HOOK!! Love you forever and always! ❤️

#hook aew #aew hook #hook #send hook #730 hook

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Can i request an AEW Hook x reader fic where reader got pregnant with his baby and she broke up with him without telling him that she was pregnant. Reader returns to AEW 1 year later for Taz's birthday and she brings the baby with her but she tries to hide the baby from Hook. Hook finds out the truth somehow

A/N: Ofc!!! Honestly I made it half-angst half-fluff :) and reader had twins in this I guess-

♡~Wha- How...~☆

{Ratin: Fluff and Angst}

{Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Pregnancy/Birth.}

{Pairing: HOOK/Tyler x Fem!Reader}

You and Hook had dated for sometime, until the night you'd caught him with your own friend in your bed..

A little while after that, you two made up. Until Hook splashed the cold water and said he wanted to break up with you..

You were a mess after that day, watching him move out of your house... the tears mixed with your eyeliner.. the stains on your cheeks for the rest of the day.

You both wrestled for AEW, so what was wrong.. Did He move on?

You didn't know. But you couldn't care because you never told Hook about the secret, you wanted to tell him. But then he broke up with you-

Next thing you know. It's been a few months and you wish you could wrestle, but you had two little Demon spawns crawl into the world a month ago. So you were on the shelf.

But while said spawns were asleep, you flicked through channels on the TV. Knowing if you even wink. Those demons would cry.

So you tried your best to stay awake, but failed majorly. You ended up asleep in 30 minutes probably for not sleeping for almost 2 weeks straight because of your kids.

You eventually recovered, and you were ready to wrestle again. But- you had to travel with your son, since your mom had forgotten to get him out of the car seat from your trip to the shop, so while your daughter Arianna slept soundly in her cradle. You had to deal with Jayson, who was a feisty little mess.

Your jaw dropped when you saw.. Him.

"Fuck- Tyler's coming..." You spoke, hiding your son in your locker room

You heard Hook chatting with Taz, about the birthday plans after the show.. you tried to be as silent as ever so they wouldn't know you and your son were in the locker room

"Alright Dad, I'll see you later- have fun on commentary" Hook spoke as his dad walked off

You on the other hand were still silent, until you left your locker room to go towards the ring.

"Oh! Hey Y/N!" You heard Danhausen say at the worst possible time

"Hi Danhausen!" You said back, trying to act like everything was peaches & cream.

"Hey Y/N-" You froze like a Mouse that was seen by a cat

('FuckFuckFuckFuckFuck') you thought, you were panicked.

"Why do you seem so nervous? Is there something up? Y/N?" He asked

"Oh, I'm just nervous to be back y'know?"

"You sure? Because it seems like your-"

"YES! Fuck! I'm sorry I'm just nervous for my match- I gotta go warm-up." You spat

Quickly you ran off, and handed your son off to your good friend Darby. Since Willow was busy.

"Oh. Hey Darby, what're you doin'?" Hook asked

"Just Watching Y/N's Son-" Darby Said

"Y/N has a son? Wow... I thought she wouldn't have moved on that fast" Hook said

"Dumbass- it's your fucking son. You knocked her up before you left her. So she is a single mother of two." Kenny Omega spoke

"Wha- How-..." Hook looked shocked

After that revelation, he went off to find you. You'd just come back from your match and wanted to go get your son until Hook stopped you.

"Hey Y/N, I found out about Jayson and Arianna" He sighed

"How the fuck did you- why do you- The fuck?!" You spoke quickly.

"Kenny and Darby Told me what happened after our break up." He said

"So? What's the fucking point Tyler? You've probably got some girl waiting for you." You spat

"Actually no. I've stopped my whole streak of cheating, I feel awful that I left you before you could tell me..." He admitted

"Can I actually trust you..?" You asked

"Yes, Y/N I'm sorry.." He said

You both hugged and Hook gave you some time before the big dinner to think...