AEW one shots

An Eye For An Eye (Wardlow x Reader)

Requested on tumblr: !!! Okay but take smitten Wardlow with his gf actually getting seriously hurt by Max or Spears 🙌

Warnings: suggestive

Tonight was the night the second of your boyfriend's labor took place. He had a huge smile on his face as the both of you walked through the hallways backstage.
"You're in an awfully good mood for someone who's handcuffed. Again. Outside of the bedroom." You teased him, but he just chuckled.
"Why wouldn't I be, princess? You're here with me, I get to kick Spears' ass tonight, and then will finally snap MJF's neck on Sunday. What's not to like?" He halted and leaned down to your height. "And last night was an exception, even though I enjoyed it, love. Tonight, I am in charge again." He added, quickly pecking your lips before standing up straight again, laughing at your pouty face. If you're being honest, you enjoyed it the other way round, too. Contrary to his in-ring persona, your Wardlow was a soft teddy bear who probably cared way too much for you. He'd do anything to keep you happy, at any given situation.
He was nervous when you told him you wanted to come along with him for this episode of Dynamite. You never know what the sick, twisted mind of Friedman had planned. But he also never could say no to you. So here he was, keeping you as close as possible to him, always keeping an eye out for MJF or Shawn Spears.
There was still some time to kill for the two of you, so you asked if he wanted to grab a bite in catering. He wasn't hungry, but he knew that this was your way of telling him you were. "Sure, love, let's go." Then he smiled at you. "You'll have to feed me though, you know..." He said while waving his tied hands in front of you.
"It will be my pleasure, baby." You wanted to kiss him once more, but even as you stood on your toes, you were still not tall enough to reach up to his face, so you gently pulled him down to your height and passionately kissed your man.
Damn, you were gonna be the death of him, he knew it. He could get lost in your embrace.
When you started dating, this feeling made him very uneasy. He had never felt so vulnerable around anyone before. It took him some time to adjust to the new situation, but once he did, he wouldn't have it any other way. He loved that he could be who he truly was around you and not be afraid of feeling not good enough or weak. You loved him with all your heart, with all his flaws. And he loved you the same way.
Your lips were still connected when you heard someone making pig noises behind you. Wardlow immediately broke away from you and glared in his direction. "Get lost, Spears." He growled at his former stable-mate. Just as he wanted to get between you and Shawn, MJF approached him from the other side. "Awww, how adorable. You even brought your little piglet to witness your demise." The taunt in his voice made you sick to your stomach. Wardlow turned to him, fury radiating off his body. "You better keep her out of this, unless you want your name engraved on a tombstone."
Maxwell just laughed at him, and the next thing Wardlow heard was you yelling at him to watch out. Spears had tried to hit him with a chair, but thanks to you, he turned back again just in time. With one swift movement, he had caught the chair mid-air and again growled at Spears, who just stood there bewildered. The chairman tried to get control over his weapon of choice again, but your boyfriend wouldn't let go of it either. They went back and forth pulling at the chair until Spears finally got a hold of it after a specifically rough pull.
The next thing you knew was that your face collided with his elbow which sent you flying backwards against the concrete wall as you hit your head pretty bad. Your vision went blurry, but you could still hear the utter shock in your boyfriend's voice. "Princess! Oh no, no, no..." He kneeled down next to you and held your face in his hands, caressing your already swollen cheek. "Are you okay? Look at me, can you see right? Are you dizzy?" A lot of mixed emotions could be recognized in his trembling voice, panic being the most prominent.
"Y-yeah, but it's getting better. My eye hurts really bad though." You answered truthfully and put your palm over your eye. "That was one solid elbow." You tried to joke but Wardlow wasn't in the mood for a laugh. When he turned around to face the men that had caused your pain, he realized they had made an escape. Good for them, because he would have broken their backs.
You could feel his blood boiling, and put your hand on his upper arm. Your touch immediately relaxed him, at least a little, and he turned back to you. "Come on, let's get you checked by medical. Can you get up? I'd carry you, princess but these damn handcuffs..." You smiled at him as he helped you get up from the cold floor as best as he could. Once you were standing, you hooked your arm around his and let him guide you to the medical rooms. You wouldn't admit it to him, but this time, it wasn't just a loving gesture, no, you actually needed his support.
When the doctor checked on you, Wardlow wouldn't leave your side, always holding your hand. The diagnose hit him like a brick to his face: a light concussion, and a black eye with pretty bad bruising. As soon as the doctor left to get you an ice pack, you turned to your boyfriend and squeezed his hand softly. His anger was gone and replaced by something new: guilt.
"Baby, it's not your fault. It's not even Spears' fault. It was a stupid accident. Wrong time, wrong place. But I am fine." When he just stared at the floor, you caressed his cheek before moving your hand to his chin to make him look at you.
"I am fine, baby." You repeated before softly pressing your lips on his. He sighed into the kiss. When you pulled apart, you whispered to him. "The only downside of this is that you have to go easy on me tonight, love."
"Don't worry, princess, I'll be gentle." He replied, a smug grin now on his face. He knew he would get all of this built up frustration out of his system before, when he faced Shawn Spears in the ring. Oh, he'd make him suffer for what he did to you...