Prompt: “Hi! I was thinking about requesting something different this time around. How about a fic with the wrestler Buddy Murphy but he has a serious crush on the reader (a new wrestler) who is either oblivious/not interested but he does something that makes the reader start to like him more. Could be any gender reader and probably fluff, also the reader is in the 205 live division.
Pairing: Buddy Murphy x 205Live!Reader, TransMan!Reader
Warnings/Promises: FLUFFY AF, mutual pining and mutual impressed feelings, wrestling violence, mentions of alcohol
Word Count: 1390
Note: My first Buddy Murphy fic! I hope you guys like it, and if you have a second let me know how I did. This was such a fun request, so thank you nonny. If you have one of your own, my requests are open (if you have a lot of detail my messages are open too.) Tag lists for WWE, 205, Buddy Murphey, and everything else I write for is open too. Enjoy!
“Who’s getting your plus one ticket to Extreme Rules?” Buddy Murphy leaned on a crate. “I can never seem to use mine because everyone I know is already involved.” Tony Nese nodded in agreement. You, on the other hand, sheepishly rubbed at your elbow.
“Ah… nobody. Unless something happens in the next few days. Which is unlikely.” You dropped your voice to talk mostly to yourself. “There hasn’t been anybody since before… my… and it ended badly.” You looked down the hall as the stage manager called for you. “Well, see you guys out there.”
They watched you go. Tony turned to leave but saw Buddy still looking after you.
“Dude, you’ve got it bad.”
“Have what?” His Adam’s apple bobbed under Tony’s scrutiny. “I do not.”
“Right. You might want to tell him before he finds someone for that seat.” Tony left chuckling to himself. Buddy kept looking after you until you turned around a corner.
“Yeah. I should probably say something.
***
Akira Tozawa nearly tackled you upon leaving Gorilla. You’d beaten him, though he didn’t make it easy by any means. He always liked to slap you on the back no matter how your matches ended, just to “get in a few good last hits.”
“I’ll get you next week,” he said with a smile.
You laughed. “You always say that then never do.” You gave his shoulder a shove, unsteadying him.
“Nuh-uh. I got you two weeks ago.” He started to describe each and every move, with a few extras thrown in. You tossed your head back to laugh when he lightly tapped your chest with the back of his hand. “He’s looking at you again.”
“What?” You followed Akira’s nod to see Buddy watching you from the corner of his eyes. The man could not be inconspicuous if he tried. “And?”
“That look is the special look.”
“Yeah,” you chuckled. “Either he wants to challenge me, or he wants to invite me out for beers. Neither of which he has said yet.” You stopped walking before either of you could get to close. “So what? He’s got a chance to take it to Cedric. He’s not going to throw that away to do anything with me.”
Akira shook his head. “Okay,” he sang. “But you’re missin’ out on somethin’. And you know it. You’re both new here, so why don’t you challenge him? Or invite him out for beers? I can be your wingman!” He looked more excited for possible free beer than anything else.
“Hmm. I’ll think about it.” You punched him in the shoulder as he walked away, mumbling something about missed opportunities. “I’ll think about it.”
***
“Hey, Y/N.”
You paused in taping up your wrists. Buddy trotted up, stopping a few feet from you. “Hey. What can I do for you?”
He scratched his palm and let out a tiny puff of air like he had been holding it for a while. “I was wondering if… if you’d like to have a match?” He swallowed hard as your eyebrows shot up. “We’ve both fought everybody else in 205 but haven’t had a chance to personally see what the other’s got. Are… would you be interested?”
You bit your lip and let it slide slowly from between your teeth. “Sure. Why not?” You smirked. “Think you can keep up? Your match last week was intense. I was exhausted just watching.”
“Thanks.” If you didn’t know better, you would have said he blushed. “I’ll tell Maverick. This week or next week?”
“This week. Akira’s got something with Noam. So, I’m open for anything.”
“Great,” he said brightly. “Loser buys the beers?” You chuckled and played with your tape with a nod. He coughed and lowered his voice. “Great. I’ll see you out there, then.” He gave you a curt nod and turned on his heel. You took a deep breath, then finished wrapping your wrists.
***
Buddy slid into the ring under the bottom ropes. It was impressive as hell, you had to admit. The bell rang and you both circled around, looking for an opening.
You stepped first, catching him in a headlock. He shoved you off into the ropes. The spring of them sent you flying into his chest before you found yourself on the canvas. You stared up at him, impressed with what you had run into. Buddy dusted off his pecs with a grin. You were up quick, catching him in another headlock that he escaped as easily as the first. He jumped over your attempt to clothesline him, squaring off.
He attacked next with a few attempted clotheslines of his own. You jumped up using the middle rope to lock your ankles around his neck. He sailed across the ring and landed with a bounce. He rolled out of the ring and looked up at you. His cheek twitched with a grin. You wiggled your fingers at him while leaning on the ropes. It was obvious that you were going to turn and bounce off the far ropes so you could flip and land on him. He could have moved. Instead, Buddy caught you and landed hard on the mat.
He was making you look good.
You were more than willing to return the favor.
As many times as he stepped into a position where you could flip or hit him, you stayed put for that split extra second for him. At one point you were both circling again, like sharks made up of all muscles and harsh, bright smiles. You were going to be incredibly bruised tomorrow, but that didn’t matter.
Buddy fell out of the ring from a kick but rolled right back in. You ran at him, and at the last second twisted for a spinning elbow. He dropped to the mat in front of the corner, which you rapidly climbed. Your frog-splash was successful. While the ref raised your hand in victory, he scooted back to sit on the bottom turnbuckle. Waiting.
The crowd hushed as he came to stand toe to toe with you.
You bowed your head to hide a smile as he held out his hand. You made sure to make the handshake as strong as you could without showing how nervous you were. He left the arena with his arm thrown over your shoulder while the announcers made comments about a dangerous partnership.
***
“Who all is going out for drinks?” you asked the locker room. “Murphy’s buying.” You looked over at him with a smile he mirrored.
“Can’t.” Cedric finished putting on his shirt. “I’ve got media in the morning.”
Buddy tossed Cedric his roll of tape. “Come on. Just one drink.”
“When is it ever just one with you guys?” He nodded at everyone in the room. They all groaned in agreement.
You looked at Akira. He shook his head. “I’m out.”
“What about being my wingman?” you whispered.
He just winked at you. “Goodnight!” The guys replied and sent him on his way. Soon everybody had claimed something else to do, or exhaustion, until it was just going to be you and Buddy. A few minutes later it was just the two of you in the locker room too.
“Welp, it looks like your tab is going to be much cheaper,” you joked. “You lucked out.”
“Yeah.” He fiddled with a towel before dropping it in his bag. “Not to back out of our deal, but would you rather raid both of your hotel mini fridges?” He laughed with you when you pointed out that might be the more expensive choice. “Probably, unless you want to put up with the sticky seats and the deafening music.”
“Hell no, That’s what Spotify is for.” You picked up your stuff and fished out your keys. “When we get to the hotel, I’m emptying out my fridge then I’m showing up at your door. Deal?”
“Deal.” He didn’t move. “Are you sure you don’t want to go out? I don’t want to cost you a chance to find your plus one.”
You smiled and wrapped your arm around his shoulder. “Like you said, the person I want to ask is already involved.”
His face lit up and he accepted your forehead bump. “Now let’s get out of here. I owe you several drinks for that beating you gave me tonight.”
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