Summary: After many failed attempts of trying to get HOOK to tag with him, Danhausen takes it a step further to come to you, his girlfriend, causing HOOK to speak for the first time and also threaten him.
A/N: Taking this back to HOOKHausen! Little funfact: HOOKHausen was my first fav AEW storyline! Hope You Enjoy!
“Take your time, babe. There’s no rush.” you muttered to Hook as he stepped inside the men’s locker room.
After a sweaty match, he wanted to get in the shower and take you to a little diner down the street.
You waited patiently, sitting on the bench near the door while scrolling through Instagram.
“Hello, lovely lady.”
You jumped at the voice, eyes making contact with a man hunched over, hands curled up in a zombie like stance, and black and white paint on his face.
“I’m Danhausen, nice to meet you.” He spoke quickly, taking his right hand from his cape and shaking your outstretched, confused hand. “Y/n…” you muttered back.
Who was this and why was he coming up to you?
“You probably haven’t seen me around, but I’m Hook’s “friend”,”
You thought about it and slowly nodded. This was the guy Hook’s been telling you about — the guy who’s been basically harassing him for a tag match against Tony and Mark.
“—and there have been some, uh, problems with Tony Neese and his manager, Mark Sterling, and I say we team together and take them down! But, Hook doesn’t want to.” He made sure to frown at the end of that sentence.
“I heard from some people around here that you’re his lady, so I thought maybe you could help me out.”
“Um, well, Hook has a problem with trusting people. He likes to do everyone on his own, a lone wolf, you know?” Danhausen nodded. “This is no offense to you, but you’re not really on his level?” You admitted in a question.
You didn’t want to sound completely rude, but it was just the truth. The difference between Hook’s fighting style and Danhausen's was extremely noticeable.
“He wants to be around people who are more serious in the ring, and not someone who plays around.”
That made Danhausen gasp, a facepaint-stained hand coming over his heart. “Danhausen is serious! Danhausen doesn’t play around! I really do curse people, wanna see?”
You opened your mouth to decline but he was already raising his two hands, both of them pointing at you.
Before he could speak, the door opened.
You didn’t notice the person who stepped out was your boyfriend, nor did you see him charging towards Danhausen.
You blinked and he was pinning the poor guy to the wall.
“Hook!” You yelled, watching with wide eyes as his grip around the black and red top grew tighter.
“You want my attention? Fine. But don’t ever come near my girl again.”
You let out a breath you were holding, rushing forward and pulling Hook away from him. “Hook, stop it! You’re scaring him!”
You both looked at Danhausen who still had his arms and hands pinned to the wall, teeth on display, and eyes opened wide.
“He was just asking me to convince you to tag with him.”
Hook rolled his eyes.
“I think you should do it.”
He attempted to walk away, but you grabbed his wrist forcing him to stay. “Come on, please?” You pouted.
“Yes, please do!” Danhausen added.
You glared at him, telepathically telling him to hush.
“Please? For me?”
Hook’s eyes fluttered close in a way to calm his annoyance. “Fine.”
You let out a cheer and pressed a kiss to his cheek while intertwining your hands. “See you at Double or Nothing next week!”
You both began walking away, but Danhausen's voice rang out. “Where are you two going?” “To the diner down the street. You should totally come!”
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Synopsis: After the shocking return of your boyfriend Will Ospreay at AEW Revolution, Will is a built like a whole different type of man that only reminded you were gonna be one of his girls tonight.
Rating: Mature
Warnings: smut, pet names (love, darling, sweetheart), use of the word “daddy” m! receiving, cum swallowing, unprotected p in v, Will manhandling the reader, dom elements, creampie MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
Word Count: 2,210
Quick A/N: I was once @windhamsrotunda on here, since I haven’t written anything in almost 3 years an updated fanfic of Will Ospreay just had to be done. I don’t see a lot of fanfics of him on here anyway, but enjoy.
During the night of AEW Revolution, after your boyfriend Will had made his bone chilling return to come face to face with Jon Moxley and the death riders, you could tell that something in him has changed. He was no longer the man who made excuses to not continue fighting his battles. No longer that brittled down man who’s neck was broken, Will was built like a whole different type of man who would remind you that you were one of his girls.
You arrived at the hotel room in Los Angeles, the click of a hotel card was swiped smoothly against the rigid door handle, entering the room and shutting the door behind you. Dropping the luggage right at your feet, you waited patiently for him to meet you at your hotel room. The night was dragging as you stared down at your phone, only to send a quick text to Will.
‘’I’m here at the hotel. I will be patiently waiting for you.’’ The one text sent to him as soon as you hit the ‘’send’’ button on your message conversation. Shuttering your eyes closed momentarily, mental flashbacks ran wild through your flooded head, the flashbacks of how Will was always the sickly sweet one who’d gone out of his way to take his time to spread crimson red rose petals around all over the bedroom floor. Always followed by a lit up room filled with bright white candles, how he would make sure you were taken good care of.
Will was always known to be the gentle type. How his big soft hands framed your face so gently you felt safe with him everytime. The words ‘’love’’ and ‘’darling’’ drawn out from his thick British accent made you feel some different type of way, the way your rapid heart beat thudded right into your throat was something you couldn’t get right past. He was always the sickly sweet one.
A text messaged pinged faintly from your phone laying right next to you on the bed, which made you snap back into reality.
‘’I’m here, love.’’
After reading those words, suddenly, a knock erupted outside the hotel room door. You ran towards the door, opening it in one swift motion. The 6’1 British man dressed in a white t-shirt clinging to his body with black jeans perfectly fitted around his waist and a black jean jacket hugged onto his shoulders came face to face with you.
Will’s mesmorizing ocean blue eyes had gotten you in a trance, before you had the ability to coherent words of your own, he entered the very room to kick the door shut behind the space between the two of you and backed you against the stilled kings sized bed. Your heart beat fluttered rapidly, the sensation hitting right in the back of your throat, you were dazed as ever to see him so brand new.
‘’I am guessing you’ve missed me when I was out of action.’’ He spoke sternly, studying your ghostly white face.
‘’I really wasn’t expecting for you to answer and come here, Will. Considering it’s been 7 months since we’ve last saw each other.’’ You replied, your eyes fixated on his physical frame that was so unfamiliar to you.
Different freshly designed ink covered his whole right arm, the other covering his left forearm. His slick backed dark brown hair that was once with blonde curls no more. He was a whole different type of man you would have to deal with.
‘’But I am no longer that young British lad you came to fell in love with, darling.’’ His voice darkened, his large hand rose up to meet your flustered face.
His thick fingers grazed over your puffed out bottom lip, letting him take your sweetened scent all in. His raggid breath fell hot on your neck, a low chuckle came out of him. You stood motionless, a low moan escaped your lips when his lips came in contact onto your neck.
‘’I knew it,’’ he spoke again. ‘’I knew you would come apart so quickly just by seeing me as a whole new man, you’re so not used to seeing me like this, are you?’’
‘’N-no, Will.’’ You stammered. ‘’7 months just feels like forever ago.’’
Will smirked against your flushed neck, his wild gaze then met yours, those same exact blue orbs that gotten you in a trance, as if you felt like a dog running with his tail between his legs.
‘’Besides,’’ he began, ‘’You don’t know what you’re gonna get yourself into, love.’’
His hands were now suddenly roaming all over your attentive body. The touch that you didn’t have in over the course of 7 months became so familiar to you again, that you were obedient with his every touch on your body.
Without knowing what was next, he got you on your knees in front of him towards the bed. A hard hand came down on your softened face. You gasped softly, with his calloused hand wrapped completely around your jaw.
‘’You’re going to be a good girl for me, no matter what I tell you, you’re going to do it, understand?’’
‘’Yes sir.’’ You obliged, looking up at the much taller man towering over you.
‘’Good girl.’’
Wetness began to pool in between your legs, it wasn’t hard for Will to get you turned on so quickly. It was almost effortless in a way knowing you would always fall to be submissive for him.
You could hear the sound of him reaching for his belt to unfasten it. He threw the belt on the floor, undoing his pants next. You watched with anticipation, your brain began to go dumb as Will’s hard erection freed from his boxers.
A trail of drool began to form in the creases of your mouth, he guided your head close to his length, almost forgetting how big in size he was due to all the time away you spent from each other.
“Show me what that pretty little mouth of yours can do, don’t disappoint me.” his voice dripped in lust.
He grasped the back of your head tightly. You were going to be his “good girl” tonight, the room shared between you and Will had gotten more tense than ever.
You were on your knees in front of him, pre-cum leaked out of his pink tip. Your hand pumped his cock eagerly in a few long strokes, your flat tongue licked at his tip and swirled around it as a low groan erupted from the assassin. Taking him all in your mouth your glossy lips were sealed around him, hollowing out your cheeks.
His blue orbs were full blown in lust, pornographic moans erupted from his throat as you took him further down inch by inch. Softly gagging around him, he looked down at you as his large fingers were tangled in your disheveled hair.
“Such a good girl, y/n. Taking my cock so well.” Will groaned, getting off at the sight of you below him sucking him off.
His thick veiny shaft hit the back of your throat, your vision became blurry from tears filling up your eyes. Fucking your throat that squeezed around him so well, his cock twitching with ease. Your hands grasped each side of his thighs, his hands holding your head in place while he continued to relentlessly thrust down your throat.
Your eyes squeezed shut, you felt him stretch out your mouth as you lightly choked around him. A low guttural groan came out of him, feeling his cock spasm as his seed spilt down your throat.
You swallowed his seed, moaning lowly at the bitter salty taste of it. Kneeling down in front of him, breathless and all.
“Stand up, get on all fours.” He ordered.
You got yourself off the floor and crawled toward the top of the bed with your ass swaying in front. you felt his hands reach for your clothes tearing your shirt off followed by your pants. You were left in your bra and underwear, a devilish smirk appeared on his face as his hands went to unclasp your bra throwing it on the side of the floor along with your underwear being unhooked between your legs.
“So fucking beautiful. So vulnerable and ready for me.” He breathed, his hot breath now finding its way onto the back of your cold stoned neck.
His body weight climbed on top of you, bare and all for him his large hand slapped your ass groping it making you jolt. You let out a choked moan, Will wasn’t messing around when he said “you don’t what you’re going to get yourself into”.
He was right and he instantly knew how to get into your head. That shared bond between the two of you felt like it never faded.
His fingers dug into the flesh of your ass, positioning himself behind you and with all of his girth, he bottomed out deep inside of you. You threw your head back in bliss, breathy pants and moans escalated out of you as Will fucked you the way you deserved to be fucked, both your bodies moving together in sync.
“Who do you belong to, love?” He challenged, his cock pounded deep in your pussy, the heaviness of his balls slapping against your tight skin.
“Y-You Will.” You cried out, his free hand wrapped securely around the locks of your hair tugging your head back.
“Let the whole hotel know how good I’m fucking you, you love to be fucked dumb by daddy don’t you?” He remarked once more, breathy moans rumbling from his throat.
‘’Yes daddy,’’ you moaned, ‘‘’Only you can fuck me this good.’’
Each thrust of his hips made your brain go fuzzy, unable to coherent sentences of your own once again in that little trance he put you in the second the first time you saw him in 7 months moments ago, as if he had some type of inescapable spell on you. Your tightened walls began to convulse around him, overstimulating your poor cunt which made you go completely mindless.
The walls of the room drowned out in both of your moans and pants, white knuckles clutching the bedsheets and the sight of you taking backshot after backshot was like heaven’s sight to Will. Your face was buried against the mattress, his ragged moans got louder, your desperate bodies colliding together on the bed as he repeatedly hit your g-spot.
Your jaw went slack, you were in another world hypnotized by how good he felt inside you, stretching you so well while your thoughts raced in circles. Your body began to tremble, so cock drunk off of him that you forgot where you were.
His movements became sloppy, he brought your head up close to his face. His breath hitching through your ears, your body becoming sensitive by each hard thrust his hips had made and every sudden touch he came in contact on your prickled skin.
The mix of intoxicating sweat and sweet cologne filled your senses. You breathed in Will’s scent, his shaft splitting you right open.
“You look so pretty right now fucked out on my cock.” he groaned, “Only I can make you feel this way. Only I can make you cum, no one else.”
His words felt like a prayer. He knew in every way how to get you to surrender to him, and how you always felt so needy you’ve gotten everything you wanted from him every single time.
It never failed.
‘’You gonna be a good girl and come for me?’’ He growled, those words he spoke from behind you sent you near the edge knowing you were close to chasing your high.
Only your boyfriend can fuck you this good. And no one else.
‘’I’m getting close,’’ you rasped, your walls pulsating violently around him.
“Let go for me, sweetheart.”
The words Will spoke fell faint to your ears, your body stilled on the bed as your head dropped from his grasp. Your climax ran through your whole exhausted body like shock waves, he followed soon shortly after, ropes of his white seed painting your cervix.
He collapsed down next to you, your breathing unsteady. A warm hand framed your moonlit face followed by a soft kiss planted on your forehead.
“Hey,” he murmured. “You did so good for me.”
“And god did I miss your face or what?” You replied, earning a smile from Will.
“I missed you too, my lovely.”
His strong arms enveloped across your exhausted body. Both of your bodies were wrapped together tangled in the white bedsheets.
It felt good to have him back in your life again. And after all, you were only his to keep in the end.
summary: headcanons of what your life is like after you marry your favorite superstar (request)
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DEAN AMBROSE/JON MOXLEY
-shortly after getting married he finds himself just staring at his wedding band, reminiscing about that wonderful night; he never thought he would have the opportunity to have such a sweet lover, better yet someone who he would spend the rest of his life, now that it's his reality he can't help but feel grateful to the universe for putting you in his life path; doing vow renewals every year, it never fails to make either one of you emotional
-as for you, married life with him is dreamy, as if you weren't smitten before now it's like you two caught a bad case of 'puppy love' with how so much younger you two feel, everyday spent together after marriage is like you're falling deeper in love
-you spend most of your days getting used to the new rings on your fingers, the new nicknames for each other (hubby/wifey/lover), and practically turn into the same person; trusting each other with anything and everything and having no shame in learning every bit of each other, the word embarrassing does not exist in your relationship now
ROMAN REIGNS
-the way he acts doesn't change much after you get married, however there is one habit he has picked up: kissing your ring finger; loves mentioning to others about how beautiful your wedding was and shows pictures to everyone
-being married to roman is like your real life fairytale, having someone so attentive and loving seems to be rare these days, so when you hear all the awful husband/marriage stories you just hold your husband a little tighter and say thanks to the universe for giving you such a good man
-he brags about you all the time, if you have kids trust that he's becoming the 'hot dad' that everyone drools over and other husbands are jealous of
SETH ROLLINS
-brings you up in every conversation, is so nonchalant about the way he loves you and even says that he can't believe he got to marry someone like you; keeps a journal where he writes down a timeline of your relationship from the 'talking stage' to now (marriage)
-years after your wedding, strangers on the street ask if you two are some newlyweds on their honeymoon, the look on their faces when you tell them that it's been years is hilarious every time lol; lowkey you guys give eccentric grandparents vibes, people tell you two all the time that you act like an old married couple, though you haven't reached the 'old' part yet you can't wait to spend the rest of your life with him
-every anniversary is never complete without a printed and decorated photo album full of your memories, to another year of happy marriage and an even happier couple
RANDY ORTON
-after you two get married it's impossible to see one without the other, you two become truly inseparable after marriage lol; he would carry you around anywhere if he could, your mornings and nights are just like romcom movies where the couple is always lovey-dovey but unfiltered
-the rare times when you two happen to be apart he always makes sure to plan ahead, meaning you find love notes and presents sent by him reminding you of where he'd rather be; the type of husband that cannot resist purchasing every his/hers/mr/mrs branded item, he thinks they're adorable and it's like you two but as pillows or mugs lol
-usually wakes up before you to simply admire your sleeping face, thinks about all the things he's grateful for each morning and the first is always you, honestly you and him could definitely give others relationship and intimacy advice, because romantic relationships don't work if you aren't wildly attracted to your person
FINN BALOR
-after getting married to finn it's like you two are kids/teenagers again; the feeling of running off after your reception, giggling and unable to keep your hands off each other, it is all something that describes your relationship; if you decide to have a family, you two are definitely the parents that kiss/cuddle in front of your kids meanwhile they scream about how gross you two are lol
-jokes about how you put a spell on him because he can never stop thinking about you and how he can't help but see you in everything no matter where he goes; he goes on a quick grocery run, sees your favorite snack and thinks about you, he goes to workout at a gym and while checking his form/progress he thinks about what you would say to him if you were there
-your relationship doesn't change really at all after marriage, however it does inspire many people around you, especially family members/friends who are having relationship issues; others who are struggling romantically see you two together and think "wow, maybe soulmates do exist" or "this issue me and my wife/husband/lover are having shouldn't break us apart, i can fix us" you two are like the world's best marriage counselors without even knowing lol
NEVILLE/PAC
-he's the type of husband that is insanely loyal and sentimental that everything you do together seems like some kind of love ritual, has always taken your relationship very seriously but after marriage it's like he just knows that you're in it for the long run and can finally relax knowing you won't leave him; not insecure of your relationship after marriage, has a bit of a glow up after you decide to have children (if you want that) and overall is so much more confident then before
-if you want to see him melt, cry, and possible almost have a heart attack all you need to do is wear your wedding dress/suit, he definitely cried at your wedding which made you cry, which made everyone else present cry lol; doesn't understand how other married couples don't love their partner as much as you two love each other, everything difficult or slightly scary in the world becomes easy-breezy when you're facing it together
-your honeymoon destination becomes your sacred place to visit on your anniversary, reminding you of all you've been through together and how your marriage is something either of you would fight for anyday; he's such a green flag all around, but what makes your marriage so different from others is that you have a silent language, where you can feel the other's emotions and almost telepathically send messages of endearment
im back in my p!atd phase and like HEARRR ME OUT!!!
2000's Emo!Reader X MJF
like cmon... cmonnnnnn he'd make so much fun of you but also freak if anyone made fun of you likelike its so appealing oh my gosh
‘cause after all this time, i’m still into you!
mjf x 2000s emo!reader
AJ Lee has been a blessing to emo women in the wrestling community across the country — including you. WWE fans love her, so wrestling promoters were quick to hope that small town watchers would like others just as much.
So here you are, years later, armed in tiny jean shorts and more studded jewelry than one human should own, the second most popular active women’s wrestler who is considerably ‘emo’. No one will ever beat AJ, of course.
With her recent return, it’d be awesome to work with her someday. Unfortunately, you work at opposing companies, and you don’t have any plans of giving into WWE’s begging anytime soon. Especially not with Max by your side.
Believe it or not (most don’t), the two of you grew up together. Since Kindergarten, he clung to you on the first day. Throughout all thirteen school years, you did everything together. Even when you started listening to Pierce the Veil and styling your hair differently. Max never cared, even if he cracked a couple jokes, and he never tried to tell you to go back to how you used to be. You spent every recess together until it was no longer given, every lunch, the few classes you managed to have together, and every single school dance.
As friends, of course, much to your parents disbelief. Who needs a date when you’ve got a best friend you can judge everyone else with? That whole ‘just friends’ thing didn’t last very long after high school. You’ve shared an apartment since the moment you both became adults, and one night, when he was going to meet up with a couple friends or something, Max just…kissed you goodbye. There was nothing special about it, you didn’t talk about it, and he didn’t even notice. Just threw on his shoes and left. You’ve been ‘a thing’ since.
Thankfully you’ve gotten out of that shitty apartment, and turned one of the two bedrooms in your new one into an office. Now, you’re following your dreams together. Tonight, one of your dreams is being fulfilled. Tonight, you win the Women’s World Champion belt off of Kris Statlander.
The match is as difficult as expected. Hell, maybe even more than you originally thought. But it’s a good match - one for the books. Something fans will look back on, and wish they were there to see it.
Your prideful grin starts to slip from your face when you walk behind the curtain and Max is the first face you see. Wobbling lips push out small sobs, and glassy eyes look to him for comfort. He’s pulling you against him immediately, the cold metal of the belt harsh against his warm skin.
“I did it,” He lifts you up out of habit, in the same way he’s hugged you since that growth spurt hit him the summer after Sophomore year. “Max, I did it!”
“Always knew you could, sunshine,” That’s stuck around since high school too — sunshine. A cliche joke, something about pale skin and moody colors, slowly turned into something that still gives you butterflies. He sets you back down to hold your face, and bring your foreheads together. “Never had a single doubt in my mind.”
Your grin returns fast, one hand finally leaving the belt hanging from your shoulder to weave through his curls.
“After all this time?” He knows what you’re trying to get him to do, because you force him to listen to Paramore on way too many long drives, and because it’s a special night, or whatever, he gives in.
Max pulls you back into him, shoving a rough kiss against your cheek and muttering it against your ear so no one else will hear him.
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Summary: Wrestlers are all part of a small community, everyone pretty much knows everyone and a good portion of their business, professional or personal, so of course she figured the wrestlers at WWE knew she was married and the person she was married to.
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Her fingers tap at her knee, the conversations about significant others and for certain people the lack of them, perfect background noise as she thinks about how tonight marks her second to last night with shooting for WWE. She had some ideas for a few planned shots she wanted to get and she knew that Cody would be down. He was after all the whole reason she was on this two-month contract with WWE.
“What about you, Y/N?”
Her brow furrows at the question, “sorry what?”
Becky chuckles. “Have you thought about getting married?”
She freezes for a second, fingers stilling as her frown deepens. Slowly she raises her left hand up, palm facing herself as she shows off her left ring finger tattoo as she moves her other hand from her knee to her water, taking a sip. “I am married.”
A few jaws drop at her words and she doesn’t miss the embarrassment that flashes across two of their faces.
“You’re married?”
She nods, watching as Cody tries to hide his amusement. “The tattoo isn’t for show.”
“Tattoo isn’t for show.” Jey mutters under his breath with a laugh, shaking his head. “For how long?”
“Two years.” And then she directs her attention to Cody, not willing to entertain any more questions about her marriage, her personal life, not when she figured they all knew, other than the two who had tried and failed to ask her out. “You still up for some warmup shots?”
Cody nods, standing. “Absolutely. I had an idea as well for it.”
She smiles, standing up as well, waving goodbye to the group. “Let me hear it then.”
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“I really don’t like traveling without you this long.”
She sinks further into the hotel bed. “Me neither. But, I’ve just got tonight and then right after I’m taking a flight to Washington to be with you.”
“And you're sure you don’t want to stop at home for a day?”
She sighs, eyes fluttering shut. “There’s not much of a point, couldn’t even really get unpacked or anything. Besides, you’ve already got your flight booked, a rental car, and that airbnb for us. I just want to be with you.”
“Alright.” Jon murmurs. “Four days in Washington and thankfully we get to stay home until the Dynamite show in Inglewood.”
She smiles, knowing he’s looking at the planner she got custom-made for him for his birthday. “I love that Double or Nothing is in Vegas.”
“It is nice. I do have that hotel room booked just in case for us.”
Her nose wrinkles. “Let’s hope we won’t need it. I like sleeping in our bed better.”
“Me too, babe. Now get some sleep. You're going to be running on fumes until you're back in my arms, I already know it.”
“Okay.” She laughs, opening her eyes to look at the clock sitting on her nightstand. It was already nearing two am and she had to be up at seven. “Only thirty-one more hours until I’m with you, get some sleep as well.”
“I will. Love you.”
“I love you too.”
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“You know how many questions I’ve been fielding about you?”
Her nose wrinkles, hands clutching at her drink as she shifts her weight, trying to wake up. “I thought wrestling was a small world.”
“It is.”
“Uh huh.”
“Generally it is. But Jon’s private, your private. It’s not like he uses social media or you use it for anything other than work.”
“I’d rather die.”
The dryness of her words makes Cody laugh. “I’m just saying, the wrestling world is small, but neither of you advertise.”
She blinks at him, hand dipping into her pocket and pulling out her phone. When it unlocks, she goes to the notes app. “Note for next time Jon wins, climb in the ring, climb him, advertise relationship, take a brand deal, climb Jon again.”
Cody snorts, shoulders shaking. “Please let me see Jon’s face when you tell him this plan.”
“I don’t think you want to see his face after me saying I want to climb him.”
A grossed out look crosses his face instantly. “Never mind, don’t. I changed my mind.”
“Yeah, I figured that was going to be your answer.”
His eyes roll, but he’s smiling. “Smart ass.”
She smiles at the comment, pocketing her phone before finishing the rest of her drink. “Now, let’s get to work before I think too hard about climbing my husband next time I see him.”
“Oh,” Cody’s shoulders go up to his ears. “I, that’s not, I’m telling Brandi.”
“She’ll say it’s good for you to be uncomfortable, payback.” She responds as she picks up her camera from where it’s dangling around her neck. “Now, smile.”
He gives her the fakest smile possible, but she takes the picture anyway. It wouldn’t make it to the public, but it’d be a good gag gift.
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Thursday I might start a new series but I'm low on ideas and I don't wanna do another Cody series since I finished Legacy Secret Lovers but I definitely will if requested. If you have any ideas please let me know. Also, let me know if you want permanent tags on future fics.
