#bret hart x

[captainchewtoybaby]

Be my Baby

Chapter 10: cheap chocolates and monopoly

After two weeks of traveling, Whitney found herself back at the Hart house, feeling better than ever. Cause ever since that kiss she hasn't been able to stop smiling like an idiot. It was as if the memory kept playing over and over again in her head. She promised herself she wouldn't fall for Bret but she couldn't fight the feeling anymore. She liked him. A lot. 

But there was one problem. The day after the kiss, he didn't talk to her at all. Whitney found it strange. Did he think he did something wrong? Was it because of that stupid deal they made before they went on a date? She hoped not, because she was regretting that. 

While she was getting ready for bed, there was a knock at the door. It was Owen.

"So-" he said, crossing his arms. "-you still haven't told me what happened between you and Bret on that date."

"Do I have to?" Whitney said.

"Of course, the two of you have been avoiding each other ever since, what happened?" He squinted his eyes. 

"Nothing, it just went fine that's all and we told each other that we would keep it strictly business from now on." Whitney said. 

"Really? Is that all?" Owen asked.

"Yes that's all,Owen." 

"Alright, I still don't trust it but I'll leave it at that." Owen said. "But just remember, I got my eyes on you two." He said and closed the door. Whitney rolled her eyes. As she was getting into bed another knock came. This time it came from the window. It was him. With a smile on her face she rushed to the window and moved the blinds. It revealed Bret. On one hand she was happy to see him, but on the other hand she was a bit mad at him.

"What are you doing here?" She asked him, when she lifted up the window. 

"Well hello to you too, Sunshine." Bret said as he climbed in. This time he had a bag with him. Whitney crossed her arms. 

"What?" Bret asked.

"You've ignored me for two weeks." 

"I'm giving you attention now aren't i?" Bret smirked.

"So you're just gonna ignore my question?" 

Bret sat on the ground, leaning against her bed. "You want a snack?" 

"No, I just brushed my teeth." 

"You sure? I brought these." And out of the bag he pulled out a box of cheap chocolates and monopoly. Whitney sighed. 

"Alright, fine, i'll have one." 

Minutes later, the two of them were sitting on the floor, the box of chocolate was already half empty and Bret had been in jail twice in the game. 

"These are good." Whitney said as she took another chocolate. "Where'd you get them?"

"The drugstore." Bret said."I remembered you like chocolate so I got these for you." 

"Thanks for the chocolate and everything but i'm still mad at you." 

"Why? What did I do?" 

"You know what you did." 

"Uhm, no, not really." 

"Alright, let me remind you then." Whitney said as she got up from the floor. "You bring me on a date, avoid me after the date and then you just show up out of nowhere with a box of chocolates and a game." 

"Well, wasn't the avoiding thing, your idea?" 

"Yea, but it was a stupid one and i regret it." Whitney said. "I didn't want you to leave me alone, alright, i liked all the visits and teasing and the nickname, i liked it all, there I said it, i liked everything you were doing." 

She looked at Bret, who had a surprised look on his face. Whitney knew she wasn't gonna get out of this, so she might as well say it.

"I like you, Bret, I really do." Whitney confessed. Her heart was pounding in her chest. He was quiet. Too quiet. Did this mean he didn't like her back? Did he change his mind about her? Why was he so quiet? It made her feel like a fool. Whitney faced the window. A tear ran down het face. 

"Listen, i-i made myself look like a fool." Whitney said. "And if you don't feel that wa-" But before she could even finish, Bret turned her around and kissed her. This time it felt as if fireworks had erupted in her stomach. Her heart was pounding even faster and her hands were shaking. Bret pulled away, his hand still on her cheeck.

"The only reason i avoided you, was because i thought i made you feel uncomfortable with that kiss." Bret explained. "But now that i know how you feel, i don't regret kissing you because i like you too." 

Whitney smiled. It was as if a weight has been lifted off of her shoulders. She was glad he liked her. She leaned in and kissed him again. This time it got a bit more heated. Whitney jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist. He carried her to the bed, his lips never leaving hers. Bret gentely laid her down on the bed and started kissing her neck.

"We don't wanne wake your parents or Owen." Whitney said.

"They're all in a deep sleep by now." Bret said in between kisses. 

"Bret i mean it." Whitney said. "What if they hear us?" 

Breg stopped kissing her. "Alright, if you're so worried, i'll stop." He said and got off the bed.

"Wait were are you going?" 

"Back home." Bret said.

"Please stay?" Whitney asked, a poutvon her face.

"I thought you said you didn't want my parents to know about us." Bret said. 

"I know but just cuddle with me for a minute." Whithey said. "Please?" 

Bret sighed."Alright, just a minute." He walked over to the bed and went to lay down next to her, wrapping his arms around her waist. Whitney took his hand in hers. She was amazed by the size diffrence of their hands. 

"Bret?"

"Hmm?" 

"Does this mean you're gonna bring me cheap chocolates everynight?" 

"Depends? Do you want me to visit you again next time?" His voice sounded a bit sleepy.

"Sure, only if you bring chocolate." Whitney said and Bret let out a chuckle. 

"Alright, then i'll visit again." He said this time his speech was a bit slower.

"Oh and one more thing." Whitney said. "Don't tell Owen about this."

"Hmm?" 

"I said don't tell Owen about this, he's very suspicious about our date and i told hi-" But Whitney heard a soft snore coming from behind her. She turned around to find Bret sleeping. Whitney smiled and held him closer. She turned around and turned out the lights. 

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Note: *rolls window down * hi. I hope you liked this chapter. This will also be my last chapter for now. I'm going on hiatus because there is so much going on with me and my mental health and my hamster is also very very sick, so i'm taking a break. Again hope ya'll enjoyed. Until next time. Bye bye. ~thys

Tag list: @aritamargarita @rainchyna @diesel-pls-powerbomb-me

#bret hart #bret hart x oc #bret hart x #oc #wwf #bret hart x reader

[blowflyfag]

I know they would get along so well

#samoa joe #knuckles the echidna #sonic x wrestling #theyre in my dream rotation #thank you Bret hart dungeon server #I wanna see them guard the chaos emeralds together #they’d spar together too

[urethrachr0nicles]

had a (poorly made) vision

#wwf #world wrestling federation #shawn michaels #hbk #chyna #triple h #d generation x #bret hart #owen hart #jim the anvil neidhart #british bulldog #brian pillman #hart foundation #im completely normal about these two factions

[tameodesza]

To All the Men Shawn's Ever Loved

Headcanon about Shawn’s dating history in some random AU in my head, lol. Inspired by this post by @piratewithvigor about Shawn and his 5 boyfriends 🤭

Marty: 7 years ―୨୧⋆ ˚

Shawn dated around a lot in his youth, but Marty was his first long-term serious relationship

They met at the start of their careers before teaming together in smaller promotions. Marty chased after Shawn rigorously, the blond being hard to get.

It wasn’t that Shawn didn’t find Marty attractive, but he’d made a promise to his brothers that he’d never date a wrestler. They didn’t have the best track record in relationships, and Shawn’s older brothers didn’t want him to get his heart broken. If only he’d listened.

Marty eventually won Shawn over with how sweet he was, and how interested he seemed to learn about Shawn rather than deducing him to just a pretty face. They took things slow and Shawn finally said yes to the idea of a relationship after Marty had kissed him after leaving a show.

Things were pretty good in the first few years, but the relationship eventually became super toxic, especially around the time Shawn began to gain more popularity and success than Marty.

But they still tried to make it work, Shawn more so than Marty, because of how long they’d been together. Shawn wasn’t willing to give up so easily on a man he considered the love of his life.

But love wasn’t enough to combat their constant relationship problems – trust issues, jealousy, fighting, cheating, etc.

After another pointless argument, Shawn had enough and asked for a break.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ . ✦. ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦.

Kevin: 3 years ―୨୧⋆ ˚

Shawn wasn’t used to being a single man, and after meeting Kevin, his “break” with Marty swiftly turned into an official breakup.

Shawn was attracted to Kevin the moment he saw him on WCW in that ridiculous Oz gimmick. When Kevin came to the WWF, everything just seemed to click between them. They got along well, Kevin didn’t care about the heat Shawn had backstage, and they seemed to have the same sense of humor with Kevin being just as goofy as Shawn.

Kevin had only been there for two weeks before they got together, Shawn determined to scoop him up before someone else could. Being with Kevin was the freest Shawn felt in ages. It was definitely an adjustment to go from his previous relationship to someone who was so laid back, gentle, caring, loving, and protective in a non-possessive way.

Kevin helped to build back up the confidence that Marty had torn down. He was the perfect man for Shawn and it should’ve been a perfect relationship. But in true Shawn Michaels fashion, nothing could ever be that simple.

Despite being with a man that treated him better, Shawn carried over the toxic traits he’d learned from his previous relationship with Marty and basically self-sabotaged his relationship with Kevin. Their problems usually stemmed from Shawn’s lies, jealousy, and trust issues. Which eventually progressed to him picking fights with Kevin just to get a reaction out of the man.

But Kevin was nothing like Marty, and he was too mature and level headed to fall for Shawn’s antics, which only seemed to make Shawn angrier. But Kevin had learned not to feed into the anger, knowing that Shawn would eventually cool off and apologize before crawling into his awaiting arms.  

Their relationship reached a boiling point when Kevin told Shawn he was leaving for WCW. Shawn barely registered Kevin’s explanation before he was yelling at the man, saying he was selfish, that he was abandoning him, that Kevin didn’t love him and was only chasing after Scott.

That caused Kevin to lose his cool, his frustrations spilling over as he cursed out Shawn, offended that the blond would question his love for him and insinuate something between him and Scott. The argument ended with Kevin calling Shawn clingy, which was more of an honest observation than an insult, and Shawn telling him to go fuck himself. Who was Kevin to call him clingy? He’d show him clingy, alright.

That night sealed the fate of their relationship when Shawn did the unthinkable and cheated on Kevin with none other than the hitman, Bret Hart.

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Bret: 1 year ―୨୧⋆ ˚

My fav ship, but they don’t have a happy ending in this timeline 😭 (sorry hartbreak fans!)

Marty and Shawn’s relationship walked so Bret and Shawn’s could run, both men being equally as toxic but somewhat addicted to each other.

Their relationship had not-so-humble beginnings that spawned from Shawn’s infidelity. And what started from sex eventually grew into an unhealthy codependent relationship with both men using each other to fill some kind of void, Bret fresh from a divorce and Shawn still heartbroken from Kevin dumping him.

It may have been Shawn’s shortest relationship, but it was hands down the most intense relationship he’d experienced on so many levels. 

The love was intense, both men love bombing each other as soon as they were official, quick to let everyone know the other was off limits. Bret specifically made it his mission to show excessive PDA with Shawn whenever Kevin was around, and he continued to do so up until Kevin left for WCW. Shawn was often unaware, just happy to receive Bret’s affection.

Their fights were intense, others often thinking the two would kill each other if someone didn’t step in. They’d gotten kicked out of hotel rooms on multiple occasions due to noise complaints or damage that had been done due to one of them throwing shit around the room. Many of their fights had centered around Kevin, Bret’s jealousy leading him to believe that Shawn was still in love with the man, and Shawn’s annoyance at Bret constantly bringing up his ex.

And best, or worst depending on how you look at it, was that the sex was intense. Shawn had been introduced to so many new kinks, toys, and sex positions because of Bret, and his orgasms were unlike anything he’d ever experienced, the blond often coming multiple times before Bret’s climax. Shawn found that the sex was best when they were mad at each other, thus beginning his unhealthy obsession with riling up Bret, leading to an explosive fight and the most erotic hate sex. It was almost as good as the passionate makeup sex that followed.

Overall, sex was really what kept each other coming back. But beyond their attraction, there wasn’t any substance to the relationship. They hadn’t learned anything important about each other like birthdays, favorite colors, likes/dislikes, etc., which one could say led to many of their arguments because they didn’t really have a good understanding of each other. 

Shawn made the mistake many times of comparing Bret to Kevin because, honestly, he’d never gotten over the man. And deep down, he wished to work things out with him, but Kevin had made it very clear that he wanted nothing to do with Shawn after what he’d done.

So he settled for what he could get, but Bret wasn’t Kevin. He didn’t have Kevin’s patience and wasn’t one to tiptoe around his words to protect Shawn’s feelings.

But just like with his relationship with Marty, Shawn was hesitant to rip the band aid off despite how bad things had gotten between them. He’d grown accustomed to dysfunction, and he’d much rather put up with that than being alone.

The relationship only ended when Shawn got a taste of his own medicine. They say you lose him how you get him, and those words were never truer when Shawn found out that Bret had cheated on him with Sunny.

No surprise, the breakup was messy. Bret and Shawn had argued in front of the whole locker room, almost getting into a fight before Hunter and Chyna pulled Shawn away. But Shawn was a spiteful man and wasn’t going to let that be the last of it.

He keyed Bret’s car in the parking lot and threw a brick through the driver’s side window as an added bonus. Bret didn’t find out about it until the end of the show when leaving the arena. He was pissed and this led to him and Shawn actually fighting in the bathroom backstage the next week, Bret ripping out a few strands of Shawn’s hair in the process.

But Shawn got the last laugh in Montreal when Bret was screwed out of the WWF title.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ . ✦. ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦.

Undertaker: 4 years ―୨୧⋆ ˚

Shawn was as a broken man after his breakup with Bret, and even more so after the screwjob. Aside from DX, no one in the locker room wanted anything to do with him regardless of him telling people he wasn’t involved in screwing Bret out of the title (a lie no one believed).

It was the loneliest he’d felt in some time and certainly the longest he’d gone being single, which he had a hard time dealing with. Being the third wheel of Hunter and Chyna certainly didn’t help.

Undertaker had gained the same disdain towards Shawn as many of the guys had after the screwjob, steering clear of the blond at all costs. But he was also a professional and was willing to put his pride aside to do his job. So when Vince came to him about a possible feud with Shawn and a casket match, Undertaker agreed to it, albeit begrudgingly.

Ironically, their relationship began after Undertaker had injured Shawn’s back on that casket.

He felt absolutely devastated after hearing of Shawn’s upcoming back surgery that was a result of the casket clipping his back. When the words ‘career-ending injury’ began floating around, he felt sick to his stomach from guilt, blaming himself for the accident.

After Shawn’s surgery, Undertaker sent numerous ‘get well soon’ cards and flowers to Shawn’s hospital room. Shawn initially thought it was from his family or Hunter, but the cards never identified a sender. It wasn’t until Undertaker visited him in the hospital, the only wrestler outside of Shawn’s friends to come see him, that everything came together.

Undertaker was expecting to receive anger, insults, a spew of curses, anything other than the appreciative smile Shawn gave him when he sat at his bedside. The conversation was light, pleasant even, ending with Shawn telling Undertaker not to blame himself for his injury. He didn’t blame him, so the dead man shouldn’t do the same.

The visits became more frequent and once Shawn was released from the hospital, Undertaker had even taken some time off the road to look after Shawn in Texas. It was during that time at Shawn’s home that they officially got together. 

Being with Undertaker was vastly different than Shawn’s previous partners. It was almost a bit odd being with a man that was so thoughtful, yet also not afraid to call Shawn out on his shit. Undertaker had a very no-nonsense demeanor that Shawn respected and was drawn to.

At that point in his life, Shawn was done playing games, no longer interested in the drama of relationships. He didn’t want to pick fights or throw hissy fits. He wanted something easy. Simple. And that’s what they had.

During his time with Undertaker, Shawn had matured the most. Undertaker helped him better understand his emotions, reflect on his past, and realize what wanted in life going forward. It may have also helped that Shawn was completely sober due to him taking medication, which Undertaker made sure he wasn’t misusing.

Undertaker was very instrumental in helping Shawn train to go back to the WWF, now WWE, in 2002. A lot had changed in Shawn’s absence, and he was honestly insecure and a little bit scared to return. He didn’t know if the fans would even care about him returning. And he knew a few of the boys backstage wouldn’t be happy. But Undertaker was always there to kiss away his worries, ensuring him that everything would be ok. They would be together, and he wouldn’t let anything bad happen to Shawn.

Shawn didn’t know their relationship could get any stronger, but it surely did after his return to the company. For the first time, Shawn was able to see what it was like to have a healthy relationship on the road. Undertaker didn’t question him of his whereabouts backstage or hover over him at the bar. He trusted Shawn and Shawn trusted him, knowing that they’d always end the night in each other’s arms at the hotel.

They broke up some time in 2004. The breakup was amicable, and there were no cars keyed in the parking lot this time. Shawn wanted to take some time to focus on himself and his career, which Taker completely understood as they’d both been putting their career over their relationship. Undertaker also needed to focus on his own personal issues, especially with his brother Kane. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, it was best for Shawn’s safety for them to be apart for the time being.

As mutual as the decision was, it was still a painful breakup for the two. They really loved each other, and always would, but they had their own paths in life that didn’t seem to involve each other at the moment. They figured if it was meant to be, they’d find each other again. 

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Hunter: 2006 - Present ―୨୧⋆ ˚

To be honest Shawn should’ve seen this one coming.

Hunter had been Shawn’s best friend since 1996. He thought Shawn was the most beautiful man he’d ever seen when he first met him, and he’d almost made a move on the blond until he learned that Shawn was dating Kevin. Hunter settled on being good friends with Shawn and began dating Chyna shortly after.

As he and Shawn grew into best friends, his interest in the shorter man never wavered. Unfortunately for him, he never had an opportunity to pursue Shawn in their younger years as either he or Shawn always seemed to be in a relationship while the other was single.

And the one time that they were both single, they weren’t on speaking terms. They’d gotten into a heated argument where Shawn called Hunter a backstabbing friend and accused him of using him to get to the top. Hunter was fed up with taking the brunt of Shawn’s anger and they both didn’t speak to each other for over a year after that.

Surprisingly, it was Kevin that reunited the two, encouraging Hunter to talk to Shawn and hear him out. After hearing about Shawn’s injury and back surgery, Kevin was quick to call the blond, concerned about his well-being. Though they hadn’t ended on good terms, he would always care for him.

They’d kept in touch sparingly since then and through their short conversations, Kevin learned of Shawn’s falling out with Hunter. Shawn was a stubborn man and Kevin knew that no matter how sorry Shawn sounded over the phone, Hunter would need to make the first move to fix their friendship. And after learning how sorry Shawn was, that’s what Hunter did.

He still held a bit of anger towards Shawn, but he missed him. And after a tearful reunion, their friendship was back even stronger, and so was his feelings for the blond. Feelings that had never left. But Hunter soon learned it was too late to pursue anything as Shawn had been dating Undertaker.

So just as he had in 1996, Hunter settled on being a good best friend to Shawn. And he was ok with that. They had so much to catch up on, and Hunter was just happy to have his buddy back.

Shawn and Hunter didn’t get together until 2006 after DX reunited. They’d already been close after rekindling their friendship but being DX once again and constantly being surrounded by each other while also never getting sick of the other really solidified their feelings for one another. That and the kiss Shawn gave Hunter on New Year’s Eve. 

For the first time, Shawn felt confident as he went into his relationship with Hunter. He was in a better headspace, had matured, and instead of carrying over toxic traits of past relationships, he carried over the lessons he’d learned over the years, determined to make this relationship last because he not only cared for Hunter as a lover but as a best friend. He’d already built up an immense amount of love for the man, and he didn’t want to ruin their relationship again. Also, Shawn was getting up there in age and was ready to settle down.

Being with Hunter made Shawn wish he’d made the decision sooner. They just got each other. Many times Shawn wouldn’t need to say anything, just give Hunter a look and the man would know what he was thinking.

Hunter was always so tender with him, probably afraid that Shawn would break or revert to his old ways at the slightest hiccup, which Shawn wasn’t going to allow to happen.

Shawn loved that Hunter was very affectionate, always touching him in some kind of way whether it’s holding his hand, hugging him every chance he got, playing with his hair, or tugging on his pocket to bring him closer.

Their fights were minimal, or at least they fought the least out of any of Shawn’s relationships. But when they did fight, it wasn’t the usual screaming matches Shawn was accustomed to. They talked to each other calmly with level heads, both hearing each other out before making a point. And they’d always end the conversation with a hug and an ‘I love you.’

Shawn’s sure Hunter’s the one after the man gets injured in 2007. Seeing Hunter in the hospital in so much pain and not being able to do anything about it broke Shawn.

He took time off the road to help Hunter with his injury, much like Undertaker had done for him. Being with Hunter every day so close in such an intimate setting of Hunter’s Connecticut home made Shawn realize he wanted to spend the rest of his life with him. And any man that could make Shawn endure the cold Connecticut winters deserved his heart.

The proposal was impromptu, Shawn whipping out the ring after Hunter’s physical therapy session. It was bittersweet, more sweet than bitter, since Hunter wanted to be the one to propose first. He’d been planning on doing it and would have done it sooner had it not been for his injury. 

But as he looked into Shawn’s beautiful teary blue eyes, he said yes, of course, and they were married on New Year’s Eve of that year, sharing the same kiss that started their relationship.

Looking back on the past, as painful as it was, Shawn wished he could thank all of the men he’d ever loved for teaching him how to love and helping him grow into the husband he was today. 

#divider cr: @cafekitsune #hartbreak #bret hart x shawn michaels #marty jannetty x shawn michaels #kevin nash x shawn michaels #undertaker x shawn michaels #triple h x shawn michaels #bretshawn #hbtaker #shawnter #shawter #alternate universe #wwe fanfiction #shawn michaels #bret hart #marty jannetty #kevin nash #undertaker #triple h

[thatgirl101blog]

Adoration

You stood in the center of the wrestling ring, the spotlight shining down on you as you took your place at the announcer's table. The crowd roared with anticipation, their excitement filling the air. Little did you know, Bret "The Hitman" Hart had his eyes fixed on you.

As you introduced the upcoming match, your voice filled the arena, capturing the attention of the audience. Your passionate and knowledgeable commentary captivated the crowd, showcasing your deep understanding and love for the sport. You brought a unique energy to the event that drew people in.

Midway through your introductions, you caught a glimpse of Bret. His piercing eyes met yours, and in that moment, time seemed to stand still. There was something about the way he looked at you, a mix of admiration and intrigue, that made your heart skip a beat.

Bret couldn't help but be enchanted by your presence. He was mesmerized by the way you passionately described the backgrounds of the wrestlers and highlighted their strengths and weaknesses with such enthusiasm. Your voice, filled with excitement and authenticity, drew him in closer.

As the match began, you continued to provide insightful commentary, immersing the audience in the action taking place in the ring. Every word you spoke seemed to add an extra layer of intensity and emotion to the match. Bret found himself hanging onto your every word, completely engrossed in your storytelling.

Throughout the night, Bret stole glances in your direction whenever he had the chance. The way you leaned forward, fully invested in the match, made his heart swell with admiration. He was captivated by your dedication and passion, seeing in you a kindred spirit who shared his love for the art of wrestling.

As the event came to a close, Bret found himself unable to forget the moments shared between you. Your voice, your energy, and your passion had left an indelible mark on his memory. In that ring, under the spotlights, you had captivated not just the audience but also Bret "The Hitman" Hart himself.

#90s wwf #black reader #bret hart #bret hart x reader #x reader #reader insert #wwe imagine

[1800miserablethot]

Different incorrect quotes to different things bc I said so

#wwe #wwf #bret hart #shawn michaels #world wrestling federation #90s #hartbreak #billy x stu #stu macher #billy loomis #carl grimes #the walking dead #ambrollins #seth rollins #dean ambrose #the rock #mick foley #rock n sock connection #the walking dead negan #negan smith #incorrect quotations #funny memes #scream 1996 #unhinged #ao3 quotes

[sanman2022]

Just some random gifs of people

#the undertaker x reader #the undertaker #john morrison #shawn michaels #hbk #bucky barnes #sebastian stan #chris evans #captain america #bret hart #kenny omega #jey uso #wwe raw #wwe #wwe smackdown #marvel #aew dynamite #aew #wwf #nxt #wwe nxt #the usos

[jawneepie]

ok we have shawnie boy smut hcs but now imma need the original babygirl bret - ✌️ peace anon

𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝑩𝒓𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒄𝒔

:: peace anon please forgive my absence 😔

warnings: smut (duh)

[praise]

Seeing you in a skirt does something to Bret. The way the edge of the fabric brushes against your thighs, how it contrasts with your skin. He doesn't waste time to push you down onto the bed when the two of you are finally alone in your hotel room. With his hand on your calf, he settles between your legs and kisses the back of your knees. Seeing you underneath him with his shadow looming over you sends a thrill up Bret's spine. Lowers his head and leaves bite marks on your thighs, leaving your legs trembling in his hands. His one hand on the small of your back, guiding you down his cock as his other hand settles on your nape and pulls you to his lips. His mouth would trail down to your neck, peppering your skin with gentle bites and kisses. He holds you close and whispers praises to your ear until you're sobbing into his shoulder. "You're doing so well, baby" "such a good cocksleeve for me" "I love you so much". They pour out of his mouth in groans and pants. His thrusts would abandon its constant rhythm for something more sloppy and desperate. And when you two are coming down from your climaxes, Bret rolls you two over until you're sitting on his lap. He shoots you a smile and fiddles with the skirt you still wore, ruined and spoiled. "You're so beautiful"

[marking]

Bret's hands have their place on your neck. He loves the hitch in your breath when he settles his hand on your nape. Loves the look of his fingers curling around the curve of your neck. Loves the quiet keens that escape your lips when he tightens his grip on your throat and ruts inside you. His hands like to wander on your body and memorize how it feels. And once he's done that, he marks your flesh with his hands until you're littered with hand prints. His hands would trail to your chest, his tongue following soon after. He'll move to your waist, then to your hips. He loves to mark you all over, to show people you belong to him.

[daddy kink]

Bret's Adams apple bobs when he swallows thickly, his hips snap to a halt and fully sheathed inside you. He looks at you with hooded eyes and thumbs your bottom lip. He gently tugs on your hair, leans closer to you, and whispers, "say it again". He presses his forehead to yours, "say it again" "please daddy". Bret's body heats up and he groans, quickening his pace. Your moans are drowned by the bed creaking beneath you.

#wwe x reader #bret hart x reader #bret hart #wwe one shot #wwe fanfiction #wwe #wwe headcanons #ꉂ writing : b. hart ˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅 #ꉂ fic req : peace anon ˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅

[eyeblackriley]

shawn telling bret he’s going to do a little dance and pull his clothes off especially for him will haunt me until the day i die

#why would he say that #SPECIFICALLY FOR BRET #i’m insane #shawn michaels #bret hart #bret hart x shawn michaels #bretshawn #hartbreak

[rock-on-the-radio]

💔HBK Discord💔

💔Description: hi everybody!! I feel like the fandom has been kind of dead and it’s been hard to find other mutuals to gush over our favorite wrestlers with. So I decided to make a discord so we can joke around in and share our ideas, headcanons, and RPs. :))

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[captainchewtoybaby]

Be my Baby

Chapter 11: Close Call

Warnings: 18+(Minors DNI)

A/n: Hey yall! So i'm back and i just want to apologize for not being active so much. I had a lot on my mind and my mental health had been declining and that played a big part in my motivation to write. But i am feeling better now and i hope it stays that way. Anyways enjoy this chapter guys. ~Thys❤

Two weeks later Stampede was back on the road. Whitney had already gotten interviews from the wrestlers and all of them were very cooperative. Some did the interview in their characters, others were just their normal selves, it was just one big entertainment for her. All was going well. 

Her thing with Bret however was going amazing. Of Course they had to hide it from the others but after the show when everybody got back to their hotels, Bret would swing by her room.

Just like tonight, she was expecting him again. Whitney had just finished showering when she heard a knock at her door. As soon as she opened the door she was immediately greeted by Bret and his lips. He pushed her inside, closing the door behind him and kissing her passionately. Once they pulled apart Whitney looked at him. 

"What's up with you?" She asked.

"Nothing." He smiled. "Just missed you." 

Whitney looked at him. "What are you up to, Hart." 

"Can't a man greet his sweetheart with kisses." Bret said and he once again gave her a kiss. "Besides, I brought you something." He reached out to the back of his pants and pulled out a cute gold bracelet. 

"Bret-"  

"Shhh." He said and put the bracelet around her wrist. "I found it at the mall yesterday and since I knew your favorite color was blue I kind of like the blue butterflies on it so I bought it just for you."  

The bracelet was beautiful. It was gold and in front were three light blue butterflies. 

"Do you like it?" Bret asked.

"Like it? I love it." Whitney said. "But i don't know if i should accept this, i mean you might not see me ag-"

"Hey, hey, this is a gift from me to you." Bret said. "Maybe something to remember me by." 

 Whitney gave him a smile. "Thank you." She said and gave him a kiss on his cheek. "But you know i didn't say blue i said baby blu-" 

"Oh shut up." Bret laughed and gave her a kiss. One kiss turned into three then more until they were making out on the bed. Whitney's and Bret's hands were all over each other. His mouth moved over to her neck, sucking and biting. At that point Whitney's hands were pulling his shirt up. Bret stopped and looked at her. 

"Whitney, are you sur-" 

"Shhh." Whitney put a finger on his lips. "I want this." She whispered and gave him small pecks on his lips, her hand pulling his shirt up and then tugging at his belt. Bret pulled away and removed his shirt, revealing his toned chest and muscled arms. He kissed Whitney again, this time his hand moved from her breast to the rope of her bathrobe. He fumbled with the knot before finally getting it loose and pulling the soft fabric apart to expose the skin of Whitney's stomach. 

She let out a small sigh when she felt the cold air of the room and Bret's finger tracing a line on her skin. He then kissed a trail down her neck, between her breast, on her stomach until he finally reached her pussy. She felt the swipe of his tongue. The room suddenly felt hot. Whitney let out a loud small moan. Her hand flew to his head, tugging at his hair. His tongue was working wonders. She felt him suck, nip and swirl at her clit to the point it just felt like too much and tried to push him away. But with his strength and with the way he was working magic with his tongue, Whitney just couldn't do it. 

She had to admit it. This guy was good. Not only did Bret make her feel like a million dollars but he also made her feel small and protected. 

Gripping the bed sheets, Whitney felt her orgasm approach. She tried to say something but instead let out a loud moan as she came on Bret's tongue. 

Breathless, she looked over at Bret who had a smirk on his face. She gave him a small smile. He climbed back on the bed and gave her a kiss. 

But that was all interrupted by a knock on the door, followed by a voice that said: "Whitney? It's me Davey." 

The two looked at each other in panic. Whitney quickly jumped off the bed, her legs still feeling wobbly. 

"Bathroom, now." She whispered at Bret and quickly pushed him in there. The knock on the door became louder. Whitney quickly tied her robe and opened the door. 

"Hey sorry, I was in the shower." She said. "What's up?" 

"Do you have an extra razor blade i can borrow? mine's busted." Davey asked.

"Oh sure, hold on." Whitney said and walked over to her make-up bag that stood on the night tabel. Suddenly a big bang came from the bathroom. Whitney looked at the bathroom door and then at Davey, who had a confused look on his face. 

"What was that?" He asked.

"What was what?" Whitney said, acting as if she didn't hear a thing.

"The noise?" Davey asked.

"What noise?" 

"The noise I just heard." 

Whitney looked at him. "Must be the neighbors." She said. "Oh, I found one." She held up a razor blade and gave it to Davey. 

"Thanks and oh and Whitney, I think Bret has a thing for you." Davey said.

"You think so?" Whitney said, acting as if he wasn't hiding in her bathroom. 

"Yea, he's a great guy but a bit of an idiot." Davey said. 

"Yea, he is." Whitney said. 

"Anyways, Goodnight." 

"Night." Whitney said and quickly closed the door. The bathroom door opened and Bret poked his head out. 

"You-" Whitney pointed at him. "Almost got us caught." 

"Yeah well you think i'm an idiot." Bret said.

"Well i had to agree with him somehow." 

Bret stuck out his tounge.Whitney chuckled and walked over to him. She wrapped his arms around his waist. 

"Can you forgive me?" She said and gave him a kiss on his lips. Bret smiled.

"All is forgiven." He said.

Taglist: @diesels-jacknife @aritamargarita @rainchyna

#bret hart x oc #bret hart x

[aritamargarita]

GOLDEN || 008

HOLD YOUR APPLAUSE!

now i welcome you back… you’ve landed at the golden train station destination, don’t forget your luggage when exiting the train yippee!

i hope you get a couple of laughs out of this…because after a certain point literally nothing is going to be funny anymore *WINK* you know, in both series, i think we just can't have nice things lol.

with this series of unfortunate events, i present to you [name]’s bizarre adventure. *lights dim, curtains fall*

THAT MATCH MADE you feel pretty unsatisfied. All you can hope for is that this future Sable storyline can give you more than whatever you're doing right now. The night is still young, so there are many things waiting for you.

BACKSTAGE // 7:24 PM

You’re the last one out. The other three were already making their way down the hall by now.

You’re not exactly satisfied with that match from earlier. Truth be told, you wanted to wrestle with Chyna a little longer. Even though you were goofing around, you knew for a fact that Chyna had more than an irish whip in her arsenal.

You want her at her full potential! You’re sure she wants you at your full potential too.

If only you were put in a storyline with her instead of Sable, sigh..

You're not exactly alone back in gorilla either. As soon as you hit those curtains, Bret was leaning on the wall. "Done for the night?"

You look at him with a smile. “Yes.” You weren’t really impressed overall with your match, and you’d tell him this much. “If you were watching, don’t be surprised. I didn’t do much this time..”

Bret shrugs it off. “I still think you did something out there. That’s all that matters. Let me tell you a little secret,” He comes closer so that you can hear him a little better. “Shawn’s got a real big habit of making things all about him. Trust me, I know.”

The way he said it makes you raise an eyebrow. Now you’re really curious..

“..Still, I think you stood out tonight.” He continues.

“Couldn’t keep your eyes off of me, eh?” You tease. “I get it. Everyone seems to have that problem when they meet me.”

“Your name must be trouble, then.” Bret grins at you. “Causing it everywhere you go. By the way, what ever happened to watching me wrestle? Think it’s a little unfair if I can only watch you.”

"Listen, I wanted to tell you sorry. I kiiinda just wanted to go back to my hotel." You explain. “Other than make that one ringside appearance, there wasn’t anything to do, you know?”

“I guess I better back out of our bet, huh?” He stuffs his hands in his pockets. “Don’t know if I can trust you to hold up on your end of the deal.”

Bret must think he looks really cool doing that. You’re almost flattered.

“Oh no!” You say, dramatically putting your hand on your chest. “Whatever will I do?!”

“Hmm. Could make it up to me.” He says. “What do you have planned tonight?”

“Nothing…but..” You cross your arms. “If you’re about to say what I think you are, I thought the whole deal was if I talked to your crazy friend?” You hadn’t seen Pillman the entire show, let alone the last show. “I haven’t even seen him yet..”

Bret shrugs. He didn’t have an answer at first. “Well, maybe the guy’s just a little shy. You might’ve missed him. I talked to him the other day and funnily enough, it just so happens he talks about you a lot. I don’t blame him, but if I were you, I’d check the match card for tomorrow.”

Hmmmm……

“You don’t blame him, huh..” Whatever that means. “And I’ll check. Now, what do you want from me?” You’re sure that Shawn must’ve been looking for you by now, especially since you fell back.

“You said you’ve got nothing planned tonight, right?” Once you nod your head as confirmation, he smiles. “We’re gonna grab something to eat.”

“Is that an order or a request?”

“Whatever you want it to be.”

You’re not sure how to take that, but if there’s one thing you like, it’s people who are forward with what they want from you.

It’s probably another thing on your imaginary list that Terry’s instilled in you overtime. Closed mouths do not get fed. He’s got a lot of good lessons..

“Okay, okay. That’s fine.” There’s something else that’s been killing you, so you just go for it. “When you mentioned Shawn making things all about him, what did you mean?”

Bret decided to put it bluntly. “If you really want to know, he’s just a smart ass. Guy thinks he’s at the top of the world these days. I’m surprised no one told you what happened last month..”

“Not at all.” What exactly happened?

“Last month, I lost the WWF Championship to him and not in the way you think. That asshole put me in the sharpshooter and the bell rung without me even tapping.“

Damn. That’s crazy. You couldn’t even imagine the atmosphere backstage after.

The only thing you can say is; “Wow.”

He chuckles, which makes you tilt your head. “You should’ve been there. I ended up ripping a chunk of his hair out.…can’t say it might not sound a bit anti-climactic in my words though.”

“And this was like a month ago?!”

“Yeah. You just missed it. Believe it or not, we were actually pretty good friends a while back.”

“Seriously?” Though you’ve only known them for a little while, they seem like they’re from such different worlds. Then again, opposites do attract.

“Seriously.” He nods. “My only advice to you right now is to be careful who you trust. You’re in the lions den. Personally, I don’t think it’s wise to stay there.”

If you leave the “lion’s den”, where else could you go? You’re fully capable of making a name for yourself, but the ladder may work a little different here.

There’s more questions you want to ask. Hundreds of them, even. But things are cut short when you see Shawn yet again sauntering down the hallway with his arms open.

“Heyyy, I knew something was wrong! Didn’t see ya’ behind us!” He chimed. “You know you’re apart of the group, what do people say these days? No one left behind? Because you’re apart of the group, you know?”

He placed a lot of emphasis on group. Something that makes you look at him in confusion and makes Bret raise his eyebrow at him.

“Man, I sure LOVE being with D-Generation X,” He continues. “You know, the group. Now if you excuse us, we’ve got somewhere to be!” Shawn slings his arm around you and tugs you down the hallway.

“Sorry.” You turn your head towards Bret with an apologetic look on your face. “See you tonight?”

Shawn’s really starting to get on your nerves with this. It almost makes it worse now that this ‘Montreal Screwjob’ put that slight sour taste in your mouth about him.

“I feel like I’ve gotta put a leash on you or something.” Shawn chuckles. “Always wandering somewhere else.” You want to find the sweetness in his words, but you literally can’t. You’re too pissed off with him dragging you away like that.

With you giving no response, not even a sarcastic one, he suddenly stops. You step away and just stare at him.

With what Bret told you, could you really find it in yourself to trust Shawn? Could you even trust D-Generation X as a whole?

Somehow, you feel like the only person you can trust is Chyna. But maybe that’s because you have an fondness for her.

"What?" He asks. "Why're you looking at me like that?"

You simply shake your head and continue down the hall. The locker room must’ve been only two doors down.

“Woah, woah!” Shawn yells, speeding up so he can catch up to you. “Hold on a second there..!”

You don’t slow down or say anything to him as you open the door and head over to your things to hastily pack them. You need to find a nice outfit and you’d much rather do it alone.

Chyna and Hunter give a look to each other before turning back to you in confusion. Shawn’s making hand gestures towards you, but they have no fucking clue what he means.

You shoot the other two a smile before grabbing your luggage. “Have a good night.”

“Yeah…uh, you too.” Hunter replies.

After his words, no one really says anything else to you. The three of them just watch you push past Shawn and walk out the door.

“Man, you must’ve royally fucked up that one.” Hunter muttered. You didn’t seem to be in a good mood at all. “The hell happened?”

Shawn waits a moment before finally gathering some words together. “Yeah, yeah. Listen, it’s for her own good. You don’t get it, she was talking to Bret. Shady business, guys! We’ve gotta follow her.”

“I don’t think you should do that.” Chyna recommends. “You should leave her alone.”

“That’s a good idea.” Shawn thinks about it for a moment. “Buuuuut that’s not gonna happen. ‘Cause what if she leaves us for the Hart Foundation?! She was talking to Bret earlier. Sounds like they’ve got plans. Plans for what exactly?!”

“Dude…” For a second, Shawn thinks that Hunter wasn’t on his side. “…Holy shit, you’re right. She might just leave us. The woman’s new, this may be a test drive!”

Chyna couldn’t believe that Hunter was feeding into this. Seems like you couldn’t have friends outside of them. The more overbearing they are, the more you’d want to leave the group, and she most definitely didn’t want that to happen. “You guys—“

She tries to be the voice of reason, but the other two just weren’t hearing it.

“Get the car ready!” Shawn yells, quickly grabbing his own stuff. “She’ll be gone before we know it, this is a mission we can’t fail!”

You wanted to look nice. Not for any particular reason, of course. You think what you’ve scrapped together is good enough, so you pose in the mirror one last time for good measure.

This isn’t a date or anything. It’s just two co-workers hanging out in their spare time after the show. Yes, that’s right. Just two co-workers. It’s for business and whatnot.

Sure enough, the car ride didn’t entail anything that interesting. The two of you just sat in silence for the most part. Both of you were just focused on the road in front of you, with little small talk.

You didn’t know what to say. Neither did he. But there was a smile on your face that just wouldn’t go away as you idly drummed on your knee the entire time.

The thought crossed your mind to offhandedly mention how you almost cracked your head open when he called to tell you that he arrived. Just for light banter. You ended up not saying anything.

Finally getting there was different. The moment you two got out of the car was the moment you two could talk about everything in the damn world. At least he was nice enough to open the door for you.

You didn’t really know why, but you figured that you should get a feel for him, see what he likes to talk about..

This is really weird.

“Are you cold?” Bret suddenly asks. “If you want to, you’re free to use my coat.”

“No, I’m good.” You say. For some reason, this is genuinely making you nervous. Even though you’re hanging out.. “Thanks anyway.”

It is a bit chilly outside. Then again, it is December.

He opens the door for you again and you're suddenly hit with warm air. It feels much better. You just hope you don't start to feel uncomfortable with the heat by being there for too long.

It's not too much of a fancy restaurant, nothing five star or anything along those lines. It's just a local one in the town, you think.

It’s definitely not a Waffle House. This one guy in your life had a tendency to take you there at 2 in the morning and call it fine dining. By no means were you complaining about the food. The food is good. It’s just the idea.

The waiter greets you two. Bret’s the one that does all the talking as your eyes seem to wander off somewhere else.

You notice that it’s pretty quiet for the most part, though you can see people chatting away at tables.

Somehow, seeing people like just hanging around like this reminds you of when you were just like any other person. Right before you got into wrestling. It’s different this way.

The feeling of not being famous, you suppose.

It reminded you of that period of your life where you didn’t know what exactly you wanted to do. You guess you were at the right place at the right time because you got scouted in a strange way.

More than likely because you were nice-looking, of course. But you’re more than just looks and you demonstrated as such in your very first match.

Before you’re able to spiral in your thoughts any further, Bret has to tap you on the shoulder to get you to follow him.

“Whoops.” You mutter. And you follow right towards the dining room. Once you’re seated in a booth, the both of you are passed menus. “Ever been here before?” You ask, doing your best to make conversation.

“Nope. I just think it’s a nice change of pace. I’m the kind of guy who’ll eat fast food. But hey, I just said screw it, let me at least try to leave a lasting impression on a new friend.” Bret says, scanning over the menu. He wishes that the lights weren’t so dim in here…

“Ah. You and me both.” You too, we’re a victim of fast food. McDonald’s fries were too good to pass up. It’s like a tradition for yourself to go after every show.

Things are a bit different now. You want to try and get a better feel of the WWF’s schedule first.

On another note, it is safe to say you’re decently impressed. You just hope the waiters here weren’t as temperamental as Waffle House waiters.

“Hola! Oh shit, I mean, bonjour.” The waiter says in a terrible French accent. “I’m your waiter, Sèan, that’s right, don’t forget the apostrophe on the E, how may I take your order, eh?”

You don’t really comment on it, instead focusing on the menu. You’re not that hungry either. Somehow, that match had zapped away your appetite. Maybe you should just order ten cocktails and get drunk or something.

Actually, no, no. That’d be really embarrassing.

You lift your head up to give the waiter a smile, but once you do, it immediately falls.

…You look over at Bret, who was simply scanning through the menu unfazed. Did he seriously not know who this was?

Did his voice not give it away? You’ve gotta be kidding. This has to be some king of joke.

How did Shawn even nab a waiter outfit anyway? And most importantly, who glued that mustache to his face?! Is no one else pointing this out??

More importantly, he picked such a stupid name. Way to disguise yourself.

Still, Bret hasn’t noticed. But if he does, then you both more than likely are going to leave. While you’re pretty upset that he followed you here, you wonder how this’ll play out.

“Um..” You rub your temple. “Wow. Okay. Hi, Sèan with an apostrophe. Can I just get a water for now?” You start to wonder how in the hell he’s going to get access to the kitchen.

“Oui!” He gives you a thumbs up and you cringe. Honestly, you never thought you’d be in a situation like this in your life.

“Same here. I can’t figure out what I want for the life of me.” Bret says.

“You could get lost.” Shawn mutters, his eye twitching.

“Huh?”

“What? I didn’t say anything, kind sir. You wanted the water?”

As Bret gives his response to him, you start to wonder why your life has to be this way. Out of all things that could've happened..why in the world would Shawn follow you?

He leaves and you take a moment to rub your face with your hands. For once in your life, you'd just like to meet someone who wasn't that obsessed with you. You have had plenty of bad experiences already.

Meanwhile, Shawn is slightly panicking. You definitely knew that something was up. He goes over to another table, holding up a notepad. “Guys, we have a dilemma. I call this: Code Alfredo.”

“That is a stupid codeword.” Chyna blatantly says behind her menu. And quite frankly, she thinks what they’re doing now is stupid too.

Hunter slightly leans down the menu that’s covering his face. “I’m totally for it, man. Don’t worry. What happened?”

“I think she knows! I’m gonna try and get access to the kitchen. These idiots don’t even know I don’t work here.” He chuckles. “Slipped right under the radar. Hell, you could get your own uniform if you wanted to, Hunter.”

“Always wanted to try my hand at cooking.” He says. “Guess I’ll get ready for my shift, heh.”

“If she sees the two of you, she’ll know something is up. And I don’t want her to think that I had anything to do with this.” Chyna says, lowering her menu. But she, just like you, wanted to see how it’ll play out.

Shawn just laughs. What makes her think she’s not going down with this ship?! “The hell do you mean?! You’re deep in it now! You definitely play a part in this.”

“Ugh.” She groans, waving her hand and bringing up her menu to cover her face once again.

“C’mon dude. We’ve gotta get you a uniform.” Shawn nudges Hunter to get up. “And you’ll never guess what I did, I asked a camera crew to come over and we’re gonna….”

And back at your table, things seemed to be the same as always. You just can’t believe Shawn’s even here.

You’ve gotta find a way to make the best of this situation, maybe even try and distract yourself from the fact he came. Easier said than done.

“So, uh.” You cough out. “I’ve heard stuff about some kind of award show called the Slammy’s. Know anything about it?”

“Yeah. Most of the Hart Foundation is going, so I’m obligated to go too. I’ll be honest, I didn’t want to go.” He admits with a smile. “Thought it was dumb. Especially since I’ve already won last year. Three times.”

“Three?” You’re surprised. He must be good, damn. “What did you win it for??”

He counts them out for you with his fingers. “Best Submission. Best Music Video. Believe I was Hall of Fame bound as well.”

“That’s a lot stuff. Pretty cool.” You smile. And it was. You originally thought that you couldn’t imagine being picked for something like that, but apparently, you did! “I got nominated, too. Least I think I did. I think it was Miss Slammy?”

“Then I know who my votes going to.” He immediately says. “No question.”

You scoff. “Oh, you…”

“By the way, it’s pretty common for you to bring someone to the Slammy’s with you. Did anyone ask you yet?”

“No. Not at all.” To you, you figured that was a given since you were new and all. No one really knows you like that.

“Guess this is my opportunity then. Are you interested in going with me?”

Suddenly, yet another waiter comes by and you groan.

This time, you can identify him as definitely Hunter. He has a stupid chef hat on, and his glued on mustache may have been falling off, but he can’t hide those blonde locks of his.

“Compliments of the chef.” He sets your drink down and you look at it. Gotta be some variation of soda. This isn’t water.

“Hey, uh. I wanted a water…” You say.

“My bad.” He swipes it back up, then turns to Bret. “What did you want, dude?” Of course, his customer service was really bad. But you can’t talk…

“I just wanted a water too.”

You’re not understanding how Bret hasn’t caught on yet. Maybe he’s not paying attention too well enough. You kept seeing Hunter’s eyes darting behind Bret, which struck you as strange.

“Hey. Did you know Shawn Michaels won the Slammy’s five times last year?” Hunter suddenly says.

“What—?” As Bret is talking, a circular tray is smashed on top of his head and he crashes down to the floor. You immediately jump out of your seat.

You’ve gotta be fucking kidding.

Shawn dramatically rips off his apron and ushers the cameraman to come closer so that they could get a good shot of this beatdown. "You think you're better than us?! Tell your little foundation to stay away from our new recruit!" He kicks him.

"Stop that!" You yell. The attention was on all of you as Shawn continues to kick Bret. In attempt to stop his assault, you jump on his back. The people surrounding you are just enjoying the show at this point.

Because you're currently trying to choke Shawn out, Hunter takes over and starts laying blows onto Bret. Chyna has to come out of nowhere in order to try and separate you from Shawn.

Once she lifts you off of him, you look behind you. "Oh my god! You too, Chyna?!"

Well, now you know for sure this restaurant wont be allowing you guys to come back.

Ever.

i'd like to give an explanation as to why she stopped having “a thing” for shawn so quickly.…..the answer is clearrrr, it’s absolutely raven’s fault…she will never see being the slightest bit clingy as a good thing again LOL.

ngl this chapter was a struggle thanks to motivation and tumblr breaking every 5 seconds. i wasn't very happy but i think it just needed a new set of eyes (aka you who's reading lmao) i thank you for reading, big things are coming!

#wwe golden series #bret hart imagine #bret hart x reader #shawn michaels x reader #shawn michaels imagine #chyna x reader #chyna imagine #triple h imagine #triple h x reader #wwe x reader #wwe imagine #wwf x reader #wwf imagine #YIPPEEEEE *cries* #SÈAN DONT FORGET THE APOSTROPHE💯 #if u didn’t know it’s raven who takes us to Waffle House #us watching as the cook spits in our food while he insists this is fine dining #also be nice to waffle house employees they can fight LMAO #if you are still here remind me to buy another chicken quesadilla tomorrow mmmm

[wrxsslin-hours]

Hi! For a fic request how about Shawn and Kevin (who use to date but are besties now) gossiping about how cute Shawn thinks Bret is

A one-shot where Diesel judges Shawn's taste in men.

a/n: ty for the ask! This was a treat to write

“Is it Taker?”

“No.”

“Luger?”

“I have more class than that, Kev.”

Diesel leaned on his locker; the metal creaked under the added weight. The behemoth of a man smacked his lips together, going through the list of wrestlers Shawn has ever made eye contact with. It wasn't that long a list, considering how much time Shawn spends sending kisses to his mirror reflection. He wrapped his arm around Shawn, his mind still wandering. The smaller man bumped his head on Diesel’s shoulder. “Since when was it your business to know who I like?”

“It always has been.” Shawn maneuvered his way out of his friend’s hold with a laugh; some strands of his hair clung to Diesel’s skin. The two had just finished a tag match and had retreated to the corner of the locker room. Their heads were ducked down, whispering about anyone passing their peripheral. One conversation led to another, and now Diesel was on a one-man investigation to figure out the new man Shawn was pining over.

“Is he hotter than me?” Diesel asked, his voice laced with seriousness. Shawn hummed in faux naivety. He tapped his gloved finger on his chin, lips twisted in a pout. “Absolutely.”

Diesel gasped, offended as Shawn took off his gear. “No one is hotter than Big Daddy Cool,” the older man smirked, “Except you.”

Shawn couldn’t hold his laugh back. “Naturally.” He placed his leather, zebra-patterned hat on Diesel’s head; it tipped over to one side. Diesel fixed it, tucking his stray hairs underneath the hat's band.

“Is it one of the Harts?” Diesel asked. He noticed how Shawn’s silence stretched on for a second too long. Diesel smirked, “Is it?”

Shawn shrugged his shoulders, a smirk perking up on his own lips. “Maybe.”

The heartbreak kid sat beside his friend, legs perched up on the other’s lap. “There’s no way it’s Anvil or Bulldog,” Diesel started, and Shawn nodded in agreement. “You can barely tell Keith and Bruce apart.”

In a flash, Diesel took hold of Shawn’s legs, trapping him in his grasp. “Is it Bret?” Shawn’s silence was enough for Diesel to confirm his suspicions.

He should’ve known. From how Shawn lingers in the locker room to hover beside Bret, even though his match was a few minutes away, how he tries to make small talk, asking Bret for advice. Diesel had already lost count of how many times Shawn slinked away from him in bars to be with Bret. The Hart was far from Shawn’s usual type, if Diesel were completely honest. He was the same height as Shawn, a far cry from all the taller wrestlers that Shawn was ever interested in. He was all serious, no nonsense, both in and out of the ring when surrounded by people that aren’t his family. Diesel was sure Shawn had called him a wet blanket more than once. Arrogant, stubborn, and too uptight. Diesel pursed his lips, “No way.”

Shawn braced himself for the judgment. Diesel’s nose scrunched as he furrowed his brows, “I’m way hotter than him by a mile, and that’s not just my ego talking,” Diesel continued, a playful glint in his eyes. He released Shawn’s legs and stood up, towering over his smaller friend. “I mean, I’m the total package – charisma, height, and let’s not forget these chiseled features.” He pointed at his own face with a smirk.

Shawn rolled his eyes, amused. “I think I’m starting to rub off on you.”

Diesel stood up and brought Shawn up with him. “Didn’t know you were into the brooding artist type.” He took off Shawn’s hat and placed it on its owner’s head. “Should I start wetting my hair and slathering my body with buckets of baby oil too?” he bantered.

Shawn watched as Diesel carried both of their bags. He gave the bigger man a playful shove, but that hardly did anything. “You know, Kev, you’re still my number one. No one can replace the original Big Daddy Cool.” Diesel grinned and opened the door for Shawn. “Great! Now spill it, when are you making a move?”

Shawn pretended not to hear the other man; his eyes focused on Bret, who just finished a promo. The two exchanged smiles before Shawn turned to Diesel. The taller man had a shit eating grin of his own, "Well-" “Don’t even start, Nash.”

#shawn michaels #bret hart #kevin nash #wwe fanfiction #wwe headcanons #shawn michaels x bret hart #ask fic #dividers by: cafekitsune #writing

[thatgirl101blog]

Sickness And In Health

Request by anonymous

I stood backstage, my body buzzing with nerves as I prepared for my upcoming match. The crowd's excited cheers filtered through the curtain, adding to the adrenaline coursing through my veins. But something didn't feel right. I could sense it, and so could my husband, Bret.

He had insisted on accompanying me tonight, his worry evident in his eyes. He knew me better than anyone, he could tell when something was off. As we made our way towards the ring, his hand tightly clasping mine, I felt comforted by his presence.

The match began, and I gave it my all, pushing through the discomfort that had been nagging at the edges of my consciousness. But halfway through, everything went black. I woke up to the sound of Bret's panicked voice calling my name. Opening my eyes, I found myself lying in the middle of the ring, surrounded by concerned faces.

Bret's voice was filled with fear as he knelt beside me, his eyes searching mine for answers. "Are you okay? What happened?" His words were laced with worry and love, his hand tenderly brushing against my cheek.

"I don't know," I managed to whisper, my voice weak. Bret's arms gently lifted me off the mat, carrying me in his strong embrace as he rushed backstage, the entire Hart Foundation following closely behind.

Once we reached our private dressing room, Bret placed me on the couch, his touch never leaving me. Concern etched deep lines on the faces of our friends, their worried expressions mirroring Bret's own.

The moments that followed were a blur of anxious inquiries and hushed voices. Bret refused to leave my side, his hand firmly clasping mine as he whispered words of reassurance and love. The support from the Hart Foundation family surrounded me, their familiar faces offering comfort in this uncertain moment.

Time seemed to stretch as I lay there, the room filled with a mixture of worry and hope. And then, gradually, I began to regain consciousness. Bret's face came into focus, his eyes filled with relief as he squeezed my hand gently.

"You scared me," he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of emotions. "I was so worried. Are you feeling better?"

A weak smile tugged at my lips as I nodded, gratitude welling up within me for the love and care he had shown. "Yes, I am. And it's all thanks to you."

Bret's embrace tightened around me, and in that moment, I knew that no matter what challenges we faced, we would always be there for each other. My heart was filled with gratitude for the man who loved me unconditionally, both inside and outside the ring. Together, we would conquer anything that came our way.

#90s wwf #black reader #bret hart #bret hart x reader #x reader #reader insert #wwe imagine #hart foundation #wwe

[sleepy-achilles]

Friendly reminder that there's a dx segment in which dx keep Michael Cole hostage until they get bored and take things to vince and bret calling Shawn and hunter gay, calling Kevin and Scott shawns boyfriends and hunter makes sure to tell bret he's not gay whilst Shawn doesn't deny anything.

I think you might be on to something there bret about Shawn being gay and Kevin and Scott being his boyfriends.

Edit- yes. I may or may not of completely brushed over the fact that bret hart told everyone in the world, shawn michaels barebacked his way to the top. I was in the progress of trying to make Shawn x kevin gifs (go check them out btw, like rn) At least we know its Canon that shawns a bottom. I mean, he doesn't deny it (infact he denies nothing bret throws at him) and bret said it with so much confidence. I'd believe it. (I'd believe anything these days if it gives me more Shawn content) does make me wonder why bret knows or says half the things he does in this promo. Like we really went for the gay bucket when choosing what to pour on shawn during this one, didn't we?

#wwe #wwf #shawn michaels #kevin nash #scott hall #triple h #bret hart #dx #degeneration x #poor #michael cole #someone get that man therapy. #shoutout to him btw. hes still in the company today even after all the shit they did to him.

[84reedsy]

Which wrestlers do you believe are the Kinkiest? Me personally i believe Brian Pillman is one of the most kinky

I have probably thought WAY too much about this, but then again...its what I do 😂

I'm gonna list three, otherwise this will end up as a doctoral thesis and nobody wants to read allllll that.

Jon Moxley - based on the literal kinky/sexual things he says out loud, I GOTTA think he's down for a lot of different things. He seems very comfortable in his own skin and in his sexuality that I could see him being willing to experiment with all kinds of kinks (pleaaaase)

X-Pac/Sean Waltman - idk, something about Pac just screams that he's open to trying anything once and with his energetic persona, he'd be very enthusiastic.

Bret Hart - including Bret here because of some of his own admissions in his autobiography that weren't necessarily super kinky, but he clear felt no shame in divulging them(nor should he), but he goes into some graphic details as if he wants us to be RIGHT THERE with him. Bring a poncho. It's like a Gallagher show in there.

Anyone feel free to keep the list going!

#reedsy answers asks #wrestling #bret hart #jon moxley #x pac #sean waltman #xpac #123 kid #syxx #wwe #wcw #wwf