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[mamirhodessxox]

Request for Cody 💜

Cody is on the road a lot and a workaholic, to the point he neglects his wife in a way. He misses date nights, family dinners and a birthday party to the point reader files for divorce. Cody then tries to get his family back. ( 3 year old son Silas , 9 month old daughter Brielle )

Before You Leave Me

Cody Rhodes x Fem!Reader

Desc: Cody has seemed to be more focused in his work life than his own personal home life which leaves Y/N in a conflicted decision that he refuses to accept.

Contents: Angst, Fluff, Mentions of divorce, light false accusations of cheating , use of foul language, arguing, Happy endings :)

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Being married to Cody was not easy, especially if you were head over heels for the man, You thought that if he settled down, had children, etc, he would be less of a workaholic but boy were you wrong. He was on the road 24/7 You & the kids barely got to see him, You both were parents of 2, a 3 year old son named Silas & your new 9 month old daughter Brielle, He missed out on a lot within MONTHS.

Cody was a man who brought food on the table, he was man of the house but because of his absence it was leaving your song with many questions such as “Why didn’t daddy come to my birthday party?” Or “Why wasn’t daddy here for Christmas?” These were questions you had no idea how to answer to the poor kid other than “Daddy was busy” which was a bullshit answer, He should never be too busy to miss out on his sons 2nd birthday but once the 3rd birthday hit you were sick of it and his false promises. This made you order divorce papers before the birthday as a just incase moment if he didn’t show up to his sons party within a few weeks.

2 weeks prior to Silas’ 3rd birthday you two had argued over work and by the end of that shit show he promised with his entire soul he would be there for his sons 3rd birthday, but ultimately he couldn’t make it because of his schedule. This was becoming a regular habit almost every year, Cody missed out on your guys’ dates, holidays, birthday’s & anniversary..but this was the final straw.

It was the day of your son’s birthday and you waited in the backyard watching your toddler run around with his friends while other parents attempted asking you on where your husband was. You held Brielle in your arms checking your phone every few hours but got no updates from Cody.

And then night time struck. You set Brielle in her crib and pranced into your son’s room to tuck him in bed “Mommy?” You heard the 3 year old chirp out as he sat criss crossed in his bed with a moping expression “Yes sweetheart?” Silas frowned when you got to his level “Where’s daddy? He promised.” Your heart broke in half as your son asked where his father’s presence was, you shrugged and frowned before kissing the top of his head “Daddy got caught up in work sweetheart, I’m sorry,” he huffed and turned to his side once you finished tucking him in you had snuck into the bedroom that used to be shared with you & cody, you kneeled down to the height of your bedside table taking out the papers you had waiting for this very moment & began signing away what you possibly could on your side of the divorce & proceeded to walk downstairs with them and set them down on the kitchen counter next to the pen you had used consenting to the divorce.

around 2:30 in the morning you heard the door open & close in a quiet manner followed by a heavy sigh & luggage being set onto the ground which made you sit up from the couch, Cody looked over towards your direction and smiled lightly before taking notice at the irritated look on your face “You missed his party.” He heard you speak up and stop in his tracks before you stood up “Sweetheart there was problems with the bu-“ “You said that for our anniversary, his 2nd birthday, Christmas, Halloween, the excuse is getting outdated Cody.” He frowned and your words knowing you were right, “Well I’m here no-“ you shook your head while walking past your husband and booking it to the kitchen “I’m tired of this Cody. I love you & you know I do hut it kills me when our son is walking around with a hurt heart whenever he sees another child with a present father, he asks me almost 12 times a day where his daddy is or why didn’t you come to his birthday party. Hell he even requested to have a cake dedicated to yo-“ “Y/N I work like hell to put food on the table and keep a roof under your head!” You widened your eyes and glared “Quite honestly Cody I’d rather fucking starve to death if it meant my son & daughter’s father was present in their life! I’m sick of having all of the neighborhood moms gossiping about our marriage & I’m sick of you not being here for your kids & wife!.”

Cody frowned and tried approaching you but looked down at the counters for a split second and saw papers “What the hell is this?” You shrugged before rummaging through the fridge before pulling out a bottle of wine & pouring the red liquid into a glass “Divorce papers Cody. This marriage clearly isn’t working and I’d rather put it to an end now before it gets worse. You’re 4 steps away from having an affair with another woman with how far away you’ve been from your family so I’d rather prevent you betraying our marriage. I’m mainly doing it for the kid-“ “Y/N I would never cheat on you what the hell are you talking about?!”

You frowned setting down the glass & leaned against the counter behind you with crossed arms “You were nearly late when I gave birth to Brielle, You didn’t show up last Christmas or the Christmas before, You didn’t show up to your sons 3rd and 2nd birthday all for a fucking job that involves you getting punched everyday for a check. You forgot about our anniversary, I didn’t want to do this Cody but this marriage isn’t working, If I stayed any longer nothing would change, I have tried like hell to get you to be here for our family but your too focused on a paycheck then us.” You didn’t notice a tear roll down your face until it dropped onto your arm. Cody frowned & approached your carefully and shook his head “I’m not accepting those damn papers sweetheart, You know I won’t, I’m not leaving you or this fam-“ “You already have, You missed out on Brielle crawling for the first time, You missed out on your son joining the little leagues soccer team and getting a score, You even missed out on be finding out I was pregnant with Brielle Cody. How am I supposed to believe you when you haven’t been here to prove me anything?”

He shook his head and stepped closer towards you and tangled his fingers within your hair and wiped off your face with his free hand “Let me make it right sweetness, let me prove you wrong, I’ll do anything in my power to prevent this from happening, I’ll take time off, I’ll quit anything you want just say the word but goddamnit your not leaving me.” He crouched onto his knees in front of you and kissed your legs gently and gripped at the summer dress he gifted you that was hugging your body in the right ways, You’d never seen Cody beg on his knees before, especially for you to stay with him “Cody I want nothing from you, I don’t want child support from thi-“ “Y/N your not fucking divorcing me, I won’t allow it to happen & if you think for a millisecond in that beautiful goddamn brain of yours that I will then you are extremely mistaken.”

Your fingers ran through his hair as he stared up at you before kissing your stomach down your thigh to your leg before holding your hand and kissing the ring he placed on your dainty finger when you both were wedded. “Cody I can’t keep doing this anymore, You keep making false promises that I know I can no longer believe.” He frowned and gripped at your hips slightly while he shook his head non stop “Y/N I will never ever miss out on another holiday, anniversary, or birthday, it breaks me knowing you expect me to betray our marriage I will do anything in my power to prevent you from leaving me even if it means I quit my job baby.”

You frowned and thought about his words before hesitantly nodding your head which made his stand on his feet and holding your face in the palms of his hands “I promise I will never miss another important day ever again angel.” He mumbled before pulling her into a gentle kiss “I love you..” You muttered against his mouth before pulling away “I-I’m really sorry for pulling the whole divorce thing..” he shook his head and pulled you into a large hug “Don’t apologize sweetheart, I understand your frustrations & more than that but you also know by now that You’re not leaving me that easily” you smiled sadly against his shoulder and pull away while he gently grabbed ahold of your hand and placed a kiss on your wedding ring “Why don’t you go and get some rest alright? I’ll take control of everything tomorrow & I’ll empty out my schedule, go get some sleep alright?”

You held onto his hand and nodded hesitantly before pull away making your way upstairs to the bedroom you two would share, Cody stood in the kitchen & sighed running his hand down his jaw & glared over at the divorce papers before snatching them off of the counter & ripping them to shreds before dumping the pieces of paper in the trash before he went upstairs moments later.

The next morning you woke up to his side of the bed quite cold and empty which made you frown “Cody?” You tried calling out but you soon heard the giggles of Silas souring throughout downstairs which immediately pulled you into relief before climbing out of bed & making your way downstairs & seeing Cody serving a birthday breakfast to Silas which brought a warm smile on your face before approaching him “Morning sweetheart.” He hummed out before pushing a mug filled with coffee towards you which you took into your hands “Morning love” you walked past Silas who was eating the pancakes Cody made him & pressed a kiss into his head before doing the same with Brielle who was in a high chair.

You sat on the couch and looked over towards the kitchen once more & smiled to yourself as Cody kept to his word on being more present for you & the kids, You were immediately happy with the fact he fought for you to not go through with the divorce & ultimately proved his promises too you.

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[chynandri]

An Analysis on Whose Bed is Whose in the Tsumugi and Ibara Section of their Dorm

So this is a ‘discourse’ that happened like a few months ago on Twitter, and there were some great arguments made for why the two leftmost beds are Ibara’s vs Tsumugi’s. I just felt like adding my own thoughts into it very late into it all lmao.

So I also first assumed that the black bed is Ibara’s. After all, it matches the ‘Eden’ ‘Cospro’ ‘Adam’ vibe. And after all, Tsumugi has this impression of being a ‘simple’ guy to me, and perhaps would have a plant and a nice little artwork.

The fact that both of their personalities (at least outside of being an idol) and personal tastes are on the ‘understated’ side makes this debate go both ways. HOWEVER… upon further thought I realized the black bed could be NONE OTHER than Tsumugi’s. Why????

Let’s take a look at some Tsumugi cards.

And let’s make some observations about him:

- dresses in business appropriate colours of blue black/dark blue

- has a fondness for comfort (see throw blanket and overall ‘cozy’ vibes coming from this guy)

These two facts, to me, already strongly point toward the black bedroom set being Tsumugi’s.

We know that Ibara doesn’t have any sort of hobbies or strong personal tastes outside of work.

We can also look at what he said in Bogie Time about not being particular about where he sleeps (crazy:b’s old dorm that still has all their stuff in it??).

Although his and Tsumugi’s sense of style may be similar, you could even say his is more generic and plain looking in comparison.

(Translation link) His own dormmates don’t even see him that often = he doesn’t even spend TIME in the dorm that often. (I wish I could find a better quote for this, because I swear I've logged this fact into my brain for a reason but I can't remember where it's more directly stated.)

WHY would Ibara have two pillows (one large and one small at that) when he doesn't even care about the personal aesthetics or comfort the first place??

And you see, having a rather comfortable but professional looking bed set DOES align with what we can observe from TSUMUGI.

I can even refute my own statement about the bed having Adam, Cospro or Eden vibes. Adam and Eden’s image are all manufactured by Ibara. And idk I don’t think anyone in these dorms are gonna style their personal space after their agency, and it’s not like Ibara is a Cospro fanboy cuz he faces problems from the higher ups all the time.

Having determined whose bed is whose now, this only brings up more questions. Why does Ibara have a plant? Why does he have an artwork there?

My two theories are that:

1. He purposefully put some normal looking things there to stand out less. That IS something that makes sense, cuz he carefully manages his image in front of others.

2. They’re gifts from Nagisa/Hiyori/Jun/his dormmates (MAYBE even Yuzuru to make it funnier)

And that’s my thoughts about the dorm situation. I don’t know Tsumugi that well, so I could be very wrong about it all tbh!

Tl;dr - Tsumugi has the black bed and Ibara has the white bed based on their vibes.

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Hear me out, Kurt x camgirl Reader

Camgirl - K.K

SMUT IMPLIED PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THAT SUBJECT OR YOU’RE UNDERAGE - this isn’t really smutty because i am really uncomfortable with that. hope this is okay though. this is also super short because i had no clue what to write without feeling uncomfortable. sorry.

to say you weren’t famous was an understatement. you were VERY famous. you had twenty million followers on instagram and thirty million subscribers on Only fans. yeah you beat Blac Chyna who used to be the most followed person. you had no idea why you got so big on there but you weren’t really complaining. you loved the fans that you had and you were supported by so many people. creating an only fans was one of the best decisions you had made.

you had made so many friends like Anna Paul and so many others (a/n Anna Paul owns my heart<3) you loved the content you created and would sometimes even do private videos for people who paid an amazing sum of money or people who requested a private video. you did live videos and posted pre-filmed videos and photos of you in lingerie, you also sometimes did collaborations with other onlyfans workers which made you get really famous, but you were mainly known for the live videos you did and you were “professionally” known as a camgirl. you did lives every Saturday, Sunday, Monday and Tuesday, giving you a break on the spare days. that was when you usually took your photos and made your pre-filmed videos that you would post on one of those days. you were hated on, obviously, by different men and women who judged you for your choice of job but you honestly didn’t care.

you had just finished filming a video at a new location and decided to get a Spree Social. obviously it wasn’t your preferred choice of transportation because you could be in the car with a right knob, but Uber was unavailable. you never drove to different locations when filming. you’d rather not show anyone but your Uber or Spree driver you were there. you requested a Spree and within 5 minutes your driver was there. you got into the car and made sure that you were in the right car before the driver started driving. “i’m a big fan” you heard as you were texting your friends on your phone. “i’m sorry?” you questioned. you were trying to make sure you heard correctly. “i- i said i’m a big fan. sorry if i made it weird” he said, stuttering over his words. you smiled at him. “well thank you, i’m glad you like the content” you joked, looking at him through the rear view mirror. you winked at him when you caught his eye and he blushed hard.

you guys spoke for a bit about different hinges before turning back to your onlyfans. “so, how did you grow your audience so quickly?” he said, stopping at a red light. you gave him a look. “i post myself naked on the internet, i’m gonna get some views at least.” you said, smirking a bit. this boy did not have a clue. “well obviously, but like how did you grow so fast? i think i started watching you since one of your first videos” he said, sounding nervous. “i honestly don’t know, i guess i just kept trying till one of my videos went really viral and it worked.” you said, brushing your hair behind your ear. he shifted in his seat before speaking up again. “do you think i could start and onlyfans?” he said, voice so quiet you could almost not hear him. “anyone can start an onlyfans. are you experienced with girls and have you explored your own body? that’s the main question” you said, trying to get to know the nervous boy.

“i- well, uhh. no. i’ve never done anything with any girls.” he said, his head dropping slightly. you immediately felt bad. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to embarrass you” you said, he shook his head. “it’s fine, i’ve just never had anyone like me enough to do it. i obviously have explored myself just not another woman” he coughed afterwards. “it’s okay” you trailed on, you didn’t even know his name. he took the hint and spoke up again. “Kurt” he said, smiling a little. “well i’m y/n but i guess you already know that.” you laughed, he also laughed and then you carried on talking. “any girl would be lucky to have sex with you. it’s not a bad thing you’re a virgin. we were all virgins once in our lives and losing your virginity can be scary. i remember my first time. i was terrified” you said, looking out the window. you were both silent for a minute before you heard his phone go off. you looked around the car and didn’t even realise how many cameras were in his car.

“pull over and fuck her Kurt” you heard a lady’s voice say, she sounded almost robotic. your head snapped the where the sound was, his phone was on a stand with over 40k viewers. “i uhh, i’m sorry about that, i can’t control what they write.” he choked on his words as he spoke. you looked at the chat and saw some people making fun of him for being a virgin and some even congratulating him on even talking to you. he shifted slightly when you got closer to him. you whispered in his ear as he stopped at another red light. “should we show them what you are capable of?” he looked at you, then at your lips, then back at your eyes. you smiled as he nodded his head. he quickly drove to a random location and you sat back in your seat. you messaged your roommate telling her you wouldn’t be home till late so she didn’t wait up for you.

he drove to a boring field which had no one in it and stopped the car. “can they see from each camera?” you said as he got into the back of the car. “yeah they can” you heard him say. the phone spoke up again as you both started kissing. “oh my god. Kurt is getting it on with a camgirl” the robotic voice said, you both pulled apart as you laid down and Kurt got on top of you. “my camgirl” he said, you nodded your head as you took in more of his appearance. he was actually gorgeous. you’d usually not be kissing a boy you’d just met but something about Kurt that drew you to him. he was your type to a tea. “let’s put on a show for these weirdo’s” you spoke as you both got back to kissing. this was going to be a long night.

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[junebugwriter]

Trans Awareness, Remembrance, and the Dangers of Existing 

For those who still yet live. 

(Image from GLAAD.)

November 13th – 19th was the annual Transgender Awareness Week, a week that ends in Transgender Day of Remembrance. The Day of Remembrance is a day that is solemn, tragic, and rather sobering. It’s the day we take to remember our transgender siblings who were killed in acts of transphobic hate. It is a day of mourning, of gravity, and many, many tears, because of how truly painful it can be. For me, a newly self-realized trans woman, it’s even more sobering. 

Rewind to about a year ago. I was beginning to acknowledge the enormity of my gender dysphoria after 35 years of denial. It was something I was desperate to avoid at the beginning because I knew. I knew how much the world hates trans people for existing. How dangerous it is to step outside of the boundaries of the fragile social structure that we have encoded into our lives. How brittle and unsafe it can all be for someone who does not conform to the gender that we were assigned at birth.  

I wanted to look away for so very, very long. To not admit the truth of my nature. But the funny thing about the truth is that it just stays there, even if you don’t believe it. And my truth was that I was trans. My new reality was that no matter how far I go in the journey, no matter how well I might “pass” (even though passing isn’t the goal, it’s being authentic to myself), there will always be people who hate me for existing.  

I was unable to write this yesterday, due to obligations, but I wanted to write about it, nonetheless. Some friends of mine were able to hold a ceremony for the lives of our trans siblings who were taken this year. They got to say their names. They got to hold a candle for these brothers and sisters, dear people whose lives ended because someone decided that they shouldn’t exist.  

These are their names. * 

London Price. 

Lisa Love. 

A’nee Johnson. 

Chyna Long. 

YOKO. 

Sherlyn Marjorie.  

Kylie Monali. 

Luis Angel Diaz Castro. 

Thomas “Tom-Tom” Robertson. 

De’Vonnie J’Rae Johnson. 

Jacob Williamson. 

Chanell Perez Ortiz. 

Ashia Davis. 

Banko Brown. 

Rasheeda “Koko Da Doll” Williams. 

Ashley Burton. 

Tasiyah “Siyah” Woodland. 

Tortuguita. 

Cashay B. Henderson. 

Imanitwitaho Zachee. 

Maria Fer. 

Jasmine “Star” Mack. 

Unique Banks. 

Say these names in your heart. Know that theirs was a life that was beautiful and should not have been taken away by a person with hate in their heart and fear in their mind. Recognize the fact that the largest percentage of these victims were black women by far. The oldest one of them was only 41 years old, 5 years older than me. Most were in their twenties. Some were in their teens. All were beautiful. All were born with innate divinity, the same innate divinity that dwells in each of us, the same image of the transcendent God that created all of us.  

Remember them. Feel the weight of them. It’s a heavy load to bear, and much more than the community can stand. We are in an era of rapidly increasing transphobia. There is a concerted effort to mandate us out of existence legally. I honestly am somewhat afraid of coming home for Christmas this year because of my running into the wrong person while trying to spend time with my loved ones. (Then I remember it will be in Austin, and that’s probably as safe as it gets for gender-nonconforming individuals, and I relax, but it’s still by a slim margin.) 

Before the day of remembrance is Trans Awareness Week. What's funny is before the past couple of years, I would rate everyone’s awareness of transgender people as relatively low, until certain lawmakers decided to make it an enormous issue. The truth of it is that trans people have always existed. We’ve always been there. Going back thousands of years, in cultures all over the globe, you will find trans people in history, if you look for them. Even going back, a couple of decades, yeah, things weren’t great for trans people, but mostly it was because people didn’t know what we were. People lived entire lives, not being free to be themselves. Now, we have people trying to educate people so that kids like me might understand more about themselves, and in response to simply new, better information about transgender identities, people react with hatred.  

The thing about transgender people that I’m learning every day is that they are some of the bravest people I know. It takes bravery to ask yourself the hard questions about your identity. It takes bravery to live authentically as you are meant to be.  

I was afraid that I didn’t have it in me to be brave enough to be trans. 

But it doesn’t matter if I’m brave. It matters that I live. It matters that I exist. I’m extremely lucky, and privileged, to be where I am. To have lived the life I have lived is an extraordinary blessing. To have a family that still loves me and supports me is a blessing beyond measure. To have a partner who is willing to support me is an even greater blessing. So many trans kids and adults don’t have that. So many are turned out into a cold world that doesn’t want to make space for them. So many people would rather we did not exist. 

The truth is, we do exist. And no matter how much they can try to legislate us out of existence, there will always be trans people. That’s the truth that cannot be erased or ignored. Just like I couldn’t ignore the truth about my gender identity, we as a people can’t ignore the hatred and violence that is done to trans people all the time. We cannot ignore the concerted effort by a few hateful individuals whose world is so small they cannot appreciate the infinite amount of beauty that trans people give to the world just by our existence.  

I’m writing this because I want to make sure at the very least that I remember my siblings who have gone before me—those who face hatred and violence because of the small-minded hatred of bigots. Our world is so much more beautiful for us living in it.  

May we one day live in a world where we no longer need to remember the lives of those killed because of anti-transgender hatred.  

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*Names retrieved from https://glaad.org/tdor-memoriam/. 

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[south-of-heaven]

Masterlist

Rules

A

AJ Styles

Asuka

Andrade

Alexa Bliss

A to Z - Aleister & Zelina

B

Bayley

Brollins

Becky Lynch

BRE

Bianca Belair

Brandi Rhodes

Brody - Brandi & Cody

Baylor - Bayley & Finn

Browsey - Ronda & Travis

Brie Bella

Beth Phoenix

Brody King

C

Cody Rhodes

Charlotte Flair

Chyna

Cheddie - Chyna & Eddie

Carmella

Candice LerRae

Claudio Castagnoli/Cesaro

D

Damian Priest

Damage CTRL

Dakota Kai

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Dexter Lumis

E

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F

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G

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H

House of Black

I

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Indi Hartwell

InDex - Indi & Dexter

J

Judgement Day

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Jon Moxley

Jey Uso

Jimmy Uso

Jade Cargill

Julia Hart

Jeff Hardy

K

Karl Anderson

Kairi Sane

Karrion Kross

L

Lita

Lyra Valkyria

Liv Morgan (No longer writing for)

Liv 4 Brutality

M

Mia Yim

Marina Shafir

Moriguez - Liv & Raquel

Malakai/Aleister Black

Moxuette - Jon & Renee

N

Natalya Neidhart

Nikki Bella

Naomi

O

P

Phoenix-Edge - Beth & Edge

Q

Queen of Harts - Shayna & Nattie

R

Rhea Ripley

Rhuddy - Rhea & Buddy

Ronda Rousey

Renee Paquette

Ruby Riott/Soho

Roman Reigns

Ronattie - Ronda & Nattie

RnR - Rhea & Raquel

Raquel Rodriguez

S

Shayna Baszler

Starkszler - Shayna & Zoey

Sheamus

Stephanie McMahon

Sonya Deville

Scarlett Bordeaux

Scarrion - Scarlett & Karrion

Saraya Knight

Sasha Banks

T

Triple H

The Big Three - Jade, Bianca, & Naomi

Trish Stratus

Team Bestie - Lita & Trish

The Rated R Couple - Lita & Edge

Troey - Trish & Zoey

Toni Storm

U

V

W

X

Y

Z

Zelina Vega

Zekota - Zelina & Dakota

Zoey Stark

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[wrxsslin-hours]

random high school au, headcanons

Bret Hart x Shawn Michaels

a/n: The mind wanders when you're watching 90s wrestling clips and y2k highschool movies while drinking beer on christmas day

» Contrary to popular belief, Shawn isn't as much of an idiot as people think. However, that doesn't stop him from playing dumb if it means getting his crush—Bret Hart, the student body president and local band geek—to be his tutor.

» The start of their relationship began on the wrong foot. Bret, the student body president, and Shawn, a degenerate—it's only natural. Shawn had once spat gum into Bret’s hair, and in return, Bret purposely misplaced Shawn’s belongings in areas where they shouldn’t be.

"'Hey, has anyone seen my magazine?' Shawn shouted, annoyed, as Bret attempted to cut off the strings of gum entangled with the strands of his hair. Bret knew full well he had flushed the magazine down the toilet during recess behind Shawn’s back, but he wasn’t going to tell the blonde that.

» Their blossoming love all started when Shawn was assigned a seat behind Bret for a history class. Shawn was too busy passing notes with Hunter one day, and in the middle of writing about how Hunter has a huge nose, Shawn was called to stand up and answer a question. The problem is that Shawn didn’t know the question, let alone the answer to it. This was it; it was over for him. He’s too young and hot to get detention! And when all hope was lost, a ray of light shined down upon him from the heavens. Shawn’s eyes saw Bret’s hands trying to sign a number. And in a sudden burst of confidence, Shawn said, 'One nine one seven.' 'You mean 1917?' '. . . Yes?' '. . . Sit down, Michaels.'

» The biggest sigh of relief escaped from Shawn’s lungs. Thank God for small miracles. When class ended, Shawn tapped Bret on the shoulder with his pencil and said his thanks before disappearing into the hall with Hunter and Chyna in tow.

» Bret didn’t get strawberry-scented gum stuck in his hair anymore, and Shawn found a new copy of his lost magazine in his backpack.

» Shawn found out about Bret’s tutoring gig from his younger brother Owen. Shawn overheard the younger Hart mention it in the cafeteria, and Shawn immediately plopped his ass between Owen and some kid named Koko B. Ware who always managed to sneak in his pet parrot past the school guards. Owen knows about Shawn’s crush on his brother, and he didn’t tell his brother anything about it in favor of watching how it unravels itself.

“Your brother is tutoring?” “Yeah.” “How can I sign up for that?” “You know it would be easier if you just talk to him, right?” “Don’t be ridiculous, Owen.”

» Hunter doesn’t understand what Shawn sees in Bret (“You got a thing for glasses, don’t you, Shawn?”) and Chyna could care less.

» After convincing Owen to have Bret agree to tutor him (which cost Shawn twenty bucks and a packet of gum), Shawn finally had the chance to spend more time with Bret—as if he couldn’t do that by just talking to the Hart instead of losing money and dignity during the process. But ah, the trials and tribulations of love.

» They spend an hour in the library every day after class. Shawn would be the first person there, fidgeting in his seat in the corner of the library, waiting for Bret and thinking of any suave pick-up lines to say (No, he doesn’t end up saying them). Bret would appear 2 minutes late, on the dot, every time. Bret’s got his hair in a ponytail just in case Shawn has plans of painting his hair with his gum again.

» Shawn made the foolproof plan of pushing up his stupidity so Bret can spend more time tutoring him.  Bret immediately knows Shawn’s faking his idiocy from the get-go. There’s no damn way Shawn doesn’t know the multiplication table. Shawn is not amused.

“You know you could just say that you want to hang out more, right? “I can? *Insert that one emoji with big shiny eyes*”

» They start spending time together after their tutor sessions. Become great buddies. Yay! Shawn’s too scared to confess his love because he doesn’t want to ruin his friendship with Bret. And he doesn’t know that Bret is also on the same boat. It’s ridiculous, quite frankly. They’re both messes and their friends are there to watch it all go down in real time.

» Shawn thinks if he learns to play an instrument, then Bret will like him more, and Bret strongly believes that if he dresses like Shawn more, then Shawn would find him attractive (“Trust me, Owen. I’m never wrong.” “Uh-huh.”) And that segues into Bret buying a leather jacket and Shawn failing to play the drums. It all accumulates into them confessing their feelings to each other at the same time one afternoon. They are both awfully embarrassed but thrilled afterward.

» Let this AU go in whichever direction you want. Brainrot is strong in this one, I fear.

#shawn michaels x bret hart #bretshawn #hartbreak #wwe fanfiction #wwe headcanons #wwe fanfic #writing #dividers by: cafekitsune

[wrestler-smash-or-pass]

Weekly Wrapup 12/24/23 (late!)

Top five smashable wrestlers this week:

Jon Moxley - 84.8% smash

Eddie Guerrero - 77.0% smash

Sonya Deville - 70.1% smash

Seiya Sanada - 69.7% smash

Ricky Starks - 66.8% smash

More stats under the cut, along with my observations, commentary, and some of my favorite tags...

Bottom five smashable wrestlers this week:

Ink Inc. - 25.0% smash

Shanky Singh - 25.8% smash

Sting - 40.7% smash

Scott Hall (NWO Reboot) - 48.2% smash

Dexter Lumis - 56.7% smash

Most total votes this week (most enthusiasm)

Jon Moxley - 349 votes

CM Punk (RoH) - 300 votes

El Phantasmo - 280 votes

Sting - 273 votes

Jay White - 266 votes

And least total votes this week (least enthusiasm)

Shanky Singh - 155 votes

Ink Inc. - 164 votes

Sonya Deville - 187 votes

Scott Hall (NWO Reboot) - 193 votes

Seiya Sanada - 198 votes

The closest match was Scott Hall (NWO Reboot), who lost 93-100.

Top Five Overall

Kris Statlander - 91% smash

Hangman Adam Page - 86.4% smash

Hikuleo - 86.0% smash

Jon Moxley - 84.8% smash

Rhea Ripley - 84.2% smash

Bottom Five Overall

Vince McMahon - 3.9% smash

Kane (Corporate variant) - 10.1% smash

Triple H (Terra Ryzing variant) - 18.6% smash

The Boogeyman - 22.6% smash

Brock Lesnar - 23.2% smash

Top Women Overall

Kris Statlander - 91% smash

Rhea Ripley - 84.2% smash

Julia Hart (Spooky Variant) - 81.9% smash

Chyna - 78.2% smash

Penelope Ford - 72.9% smash

Top Men Overall

Hangman Adam Page - 86.4% smash

Hikuleo - 86.0% smash

Jon Moxley - 84.8% smash

Eddie Kingston - 82.8% smash

Kenny Omega - 82.1% smash

Top Tag Teams

The Golden Lovers - 80.4% smash

Best Friends - 66.7% smash

Motor City Machine Guns - 65.5% smash

Young Bucks - 43.8% smash

Ink Inc. - 25% smash

Average Smash Rating

Week 1: 52.7% Week 2: 57.7% Week 3: 54.4% Week 4: 62.9% Week 5: 58.4%

No write up or favorite tags this week because I am exhausted and I still need to set up a ton of polls because the queue is down to zero (plenty in my inbox aka the pre-queue!) and I'm headed out of town for a few days. Next week might be posted Sunday pending New Years Eve plans, but it will be back to normal otherwise even if it's posted on Monday.

Merry Christmas if you celebrate!

P.S. I'm going to Dynamite/Rampage tomorrow. It's my first wrestling show and I am extremely excited.

#weekly wrap up

[all-risejd]

Innocent Manipulations

This turned out darker than we originally intended, but this was a lot of fun to write. I hope you enjoy it, comments, reblogs and likes are appreciated.

Warnings: manipulation, obsessive behavior, unhealthy relationships, controlling partner, submissive partner. 

Dom!Dom X Sub!Rhea

April 2023

In the quiet between pure night and early dawn Dominik can’t help but watch Rhea sleep stretched across their hotel bed, the slightly older woman fast asleep with a steady rise and fall of her shoulders, the blankets tangled around her, her dyed black hair inky against the crisp white of the pillows. Sitting in the high backed chair, he rested his chin on his hands, elbows on his knees, as he leaned forward and studied her. When the sun rose they had things to do, but this little moment right now, was his alone. He could plan and plot and choose the night's festivities - but he wanted to just watch his little masterpiece sleep. A true work of art once he’d managed to break down her barriers and gain her trust. His mean little brat, who needed someone in control, he had been more than happy to take the reins for her. A smile pulled on his face as he thought about the twisting game he’d played to get to this moment… 

August 2022

He’d known about Rhea Ripley for some time. But seeing her in the flesh gave him goosebumps of the best kind. She was feral and wild in the way caged animals were. He loved it. The problem was even from his distance he could see how alone she was, the only time she even remotely lit up was in the presence of Damian Priest, and while that made Dominik’s curiosity about her flare, he’d heard all the rumors. He’d also heard the end of her discussions with other females, she’d get snappy and closed off. He’d read the online talk about her (he was often looking out for things his haters would use against him, like the fact that he was builtfat and not one hundred percent muscle like Theory), and he hated how he could tell even from watching her across arenas she let the way those trolls talked about her sneak into her mind and tear her apart. The thing was, he could see, even before they were on the same roster, that she was meant to be more. His father always said he picked impossible goals.

He made Rhea Ripley his goal - either a conquest, a lover, or a friend. He wanted to possess some part of the powerful woman who would have undoubtedly made Chyna proud. It’s an accident, really, (a well-planned one) that allows him to catch her in the gym of their hotel in the early morning light, the frustration and overexertion on her behalf echos the pain he once felt - when he was a teenager and brutally teased for not being more like his father, for not looking like the other football players, for being too tall to be hispanic (whatever the fuck that meant). “Hey, Ripley.” She jolted and turned to look at him, “Wanna beat something up that might hit you back?” He watched her appraise him - before nodding. It’s the start of something, admittedly not the something he so desperately wanted - but something just the same. It becomes a habit, if they are in the same hotel, they find each other between two and three in the morning, and beat the shit out of each other - never going for faces, but leaving the impact bruises just the same. 

While they hit and spar, he draws her out of her comfort zone in another way. Dominik knows he’s got all the charm his father never uses correctly, he also knows there is a darkness inside of him, steadily growing, that he doesn’t mind. It only takes him two weeks to learn she’s forgetful for being a gym rat. She forgets protein, water, workout towels, and changes of clothes - she forgets the step that comes out after working your muscles to jello. But it works in his favor, his gym bag gets heavier, with the additions he makes, but seeing her shy smile as he offers her whatever it is she’s forgotten is worth it. August is a fantastic month, at least behind the scenes, they slowly share about their families - his hatred of being a nepobaby and the fact that everyone assumes he’s going to be Rey Mysterio 2.0, when in reality he wants to be more like Eddie Guerrero, Kevin Nash, Scott Hall, Raven, Undertaker - he wants to be the bad guy, and he knows he can do it, feels it in his soul, resonates in his very core. August in the ring is different - The Judgment Day are a pain in Rey Mysterio’s ass, they are a whirlwind of promised violence, and Dominik get’s it, all three of them are fighting demons, but they aren’t open about it. Dominik’s own relationship with his father is deteriorating - but that might have something to do with the almost arrest for Domestic Violence - Dominik’s not about to dwell on it. 

It’s late in the gym, mid-August, now that Rhea is officially back on the roster and in the ring, their routine has shifted slightly. They meet around midnight, and they avoid making eye contact at work. Not because he wouldn’t meet her gaze, but because she’s distracted. There are whispers (WWE superstars are the worst rumor mill he’s ever seen) that she’s having problems with her AEW boyfriend, it makes him wrinkle his nose. He’s never been a fan of Buddy, and they’d had a storyline together before that hadn’t ended all that well. Dominik grew irritated when Rhea missed three workouts with him - and had to remind himself that he didn’t own her yet. The third week in August brought Alexa Bliss of all people pounding her way into his hotel room, unapologetically at almost one in the morning, “I need your help.” Was all she’d said, before snagging his wrist and dragging him out of his room toward the elevator, “She said you were helping her, before.” Alexa continued, “I fucking hate that tool, he just…” She pushed the L button on the column in the elevator, “He cheated on her.” Dominik, somewhere between sleep drunk and confused, wasn’t prepared for the sight that greeted him when Alexa drugged him into the gym. Rhea was on her knees by the weight bench, her forehead pressed into the seat, clearly sobbing so hard she couldn’t breathe, Dominik knew the signs of an impending panic attack, “She said you helped her before.” Alexa snapped at him.

It got him into action, he moved swiftly if not disjointed from sleep, to drop onto the floor next to Rhea, and haul her into his lap, a messy tangle of arms and limbs - she tried to fight him off at first, but Dominik was stronger, not that anyone would notice that about him. He managed to coil her up in his grip, tucking her head under his chin, then with a sharp exhale, carefully rose from his knees, balancing himself the best he could, “Get her bag.” He told Alexa, “And come on.” The small blonde did what he asked, having to almost run to keep up with him, as he headed back toward the elevator, softly promising Rhea she was safe under his breath, and that he was going to take care of her. Alexa slid into the elevator a beat after he did, and then they headed for the seventh floor, “Thank you, for coming to get me, Bliss.” He offered, as he stepped off, still cradling Rhea, “After you put her bag in my room you can take off.” He offered, giving no room for argument.

Alexa looked a bit miffed, but offered a quick, “She’s rooming with Liv, I’ll let Liv know she’s with you, just so she doesn’t worry, ok?” Dominik frowned as he realized one, they’d left his hotel door open, and two, Rhea had been so upset she’d opted to room with Liv instead of sleeping alone and he hadn’t known. No matter, she’d be in his bed tonight, and the foreseeable future if he got his way - and he was good at that, “Dominik, ok?” Alexa pressed, clearly a little worried about his answer. 

“That’s fine.” He laid Rhea on his bed, carefully, then turned and took her bag from Alexa, “Tell Liv not to bother us until nine ish, I’m going to order some food, and see if I can’t get her to shower and talk to me.” Alexa flicked her gaze between them, Rhea had calmed down the moment he squeezed her to his chest, so he was confident she felt safe enough with him. Alexa surprised him by diving into his arms and hugging him around his middle, “Her boyfriend is a piece of shit.” Dominik offered, as he kissed Alexa’s head, and untangled her arms from him. Alexa raised a brow at him and looked like she wanted to say something, but opted not to, she looked at Rhea’s form again (she was at least breathing calmly), then nodded her head and slipped out. Dominik made sure the door behind her was shut and locked, before he turned to look at Rhea himself, “You’ve been ignoring me.”

Her face was a mask of anguish and confusion, “I…”

“You won’t do it again.” Dominik told her calmly, “Why did Alexa have to come get me?”

Rhea pushed up to sit, her breathing hitching just a bit, apparently the change in his tone from soft and reassuring with Alexa, to demanding and charged with Rhea had been noticed by the beautiful tear stained creature in his bed. “It uh…” She wouldn’t meet his gaze, and that wouldn’t do. He made his way back across the room, standing and towering over her, he used his pointer finger to force her chin up, her crystal like blue eyes were red rimmed and clearly unsure, as she met his gaze, “Buddy cheated on me.” She forced the words out, her chest heaving as she said it, “With that… with his… with his stablemate.” Dominik’s heart clenched a little bit, he’d never understood Buddy but that girl in the AEW had nothing on Rhea. On the bed, Rhea had drawn her knees up to her chest, and had pressed her face down into her knees, and was softly sniffling.

“He is a complete idiot, and you broke up with him, right.” Dominik was trying to coax her to stand, “Why don’t you take a nice warm shower, querida, and let me get you something to eat, you can sleep in here with me tonight?” While it was posed like a question, he could tell when she realized it wasn’t. She nodded her head twice, and let him manhandle her off the bed and into the bathroom - he could have given her clothes from her bag, instead he dug out a clean pair of his boxers and one of his softest old football shirts, he waited until he heard her under the spray of the water to put the clothes on the counter. Buddy was an issue - and someday he’d take care of that over muscled piece of shit - but the man had unwittingly helped Dominik, so maybe he’d send him a thank you card of some sort. He ordered ice cream and dessert because he’d helped Aalyah through more than one bad breakup (ironically he’d shared ice cream with her the night she realized Buddy was never going to take her seriously, and that her crush on him was completely one-sided), and set about building a fort out of the spare blankets he always asked for - less for comfort and more because his father often bothered him in the early hours of the morning looking for a quilt or another comforter. To be safe, Dominik hung the do not disturb sign on the outside of the door - it was something he and Rey had agreed on after his last relationship ended. Rey wouldn’t bother him (and his conquest) when it was on the door.

Rhea emerged from a pool of smoke in the bathroom doorway, backlit by the dim lights of the overhead fluorescents on the mirror she looked ethereal - a bit water logged, but dressed in clothes that belonged to him, that no doubt smelled like him, she looked a lot like she belonged. 

Honestly, Dominik had never witnessed something so beautiful. They spent the night talking about failed relationships and eating the desserts that room service delivered, before the pair crashed out just after five in the morning, Rhea curled up in his arms, in the fort he’d built for them. They woke up to Liv Morgan’s voice - “WE ARE GOING TO MISS OUR FLIGHT BEEBS!” She shouted, and pounded. It was a mad dash to get dressed - Dominik just ended up throwing a pair of his sweets and a hoodie at Rhea, the pair both dressed as casually as they dared. Rhea’s clothes from the night before ended up in Dominik’s luggage, as the pair rushed out of the room and almost knocked Liv down - Dominik caught sight of Rey’s disapproving look from the elevator, as it closed.

“I uh, guess I should mention, I’m not the most adult human at getting to locations…” Dominik watched as Rhea sized him up, before nodding her head, grabbing her suitcase from Liv, and taking off for the next elevator. Dominik shot Liv a wink, the older woman snickered, even as Dominik caught up to Rhea, “Maybe you could be my travel partner? We already work out together…” Rhea shot him a disbelieving look, “Come on, you’d be doing me a favor, I’m helpless.” He pulled out the pouting lip and puppy dog eyes.

“Fine.” Rhea offered, then looked at Liv, “Are you ok with going back to traveling with Raquel?” Liv nodded her head, eyes going between the two of them, “It seems I’ve landed myself a new partner in crime.” It was that sentence that got Dominik thinking about it - he wanted to go heel, he’d talked to Vince about it only to be shot down, but he hadn’t tried his luck at Hutner. Smiling to himself as they rushed to board the plane - Liv and Rhea were sitting together, as Dominik dropped into the seat next to Rey, who was still giving him those dark looks. Yeah, his dad wasn’t an idiot, and would more than likely try to remind him that fucking business partners never ended well for anyone involved, but Dominik wanted, needed to captivate Rhea Ripley, needed to keep her on a metaphorical leash at his side, needed to apply just the right pressure to keep her exactly where he wanted her - and the best way to do that? Play dirty, innocently of course.

The next two weeks - through Clash at the Castle are messy. Really it can be summarized into three categories. 

One, Dominik and Rhea work well as travel partners, something Hunter was initially confused about, but now he’s just glad that Dominik is on time to things. Two, Hunter green-lit the betrayal and now Dominik is in The Judgement Day, which means he’s with Rhea Ripley all the time, even on their days off, because he’s helping her move her belongings (along with Damian and Finn) out of the house she shared with Buddy and ironically into Dominik’s San Diego house, it’s a lot of loading furniture, belongings and jazz in Tampa and shipping it via POD across country. Her pets are a bit of an issue in the onset, but Dominik came through to help her with that too, convincing Aalyah to not only watch over them, but handle the movers bringing Rhea’s things into his house. Sometimes, Dominik caught Damian watching him, and wondered if the older man knew exactly what game Dominik was playing. 

The third biggest hurdle came in the dynamic - the Judgment Day had been Finn, Rhea, and Damian against Edge for a bit; now with Dominik added in, he and Rhea agree for the kayfabe she’s got to be the aggressor (her eyes were huge and she immediately spiraled into a loop of I don’t wanna hurt you, you're my friend, this seems messy only to be silenced with Dominik promising he wouldn’t let it go too far), he and Damian work out a sibling like relationship quickly enough (one that rivals Eddie and Rey, and it’s sweet, sweet justice to see Rey’s face hurt by it sometimes), with Finn it’s both easier and harder, Finn becomes his surrogate father for the dynamic - and that’s the end of those struggles. 

September 2022

“Hey, Rips.” Dominik called as he dropped into the seat next to her on the plane, “You forgot this.” He handed her the new anime she was reading, technically she’d left it on the bedside table of the hotel and he’d have been able to return it before then, but watching her light up like a candle on a red-eye was worth it. It’s been less than two weeks since he was unveiled as the newest member of Judgment Day, everything Rhea owns is tucked away in his house, Aalyah is the most competent dog sitter ever, sending multiple updates a day on Berry and Luna, Dominik’s conquest to be in Rhea’s bed nightly has been successful. There is nothing they don’t share, the shock that it’s only been a month is enough proof to him that Rhea needs him as much as he deserves her, and honestly… They are dynamite together and he’s yet to get her naked, so he’s going to assume it might be death for them both when they do finally cross that barrier, although right now he’s hovering somewhere between best friend and crush, he can tell by how her body responds to him. 

“Thanks, Dom Dom.” She was instantly flipping the book open and back to reading, now curled into his side just enough to be comfortable, he let his hand span over her upper thigh - another thing he’d been tentatively adding to their standard relationship - touching her with no alternative motive. She twitched under him, but nuzzled closer. It started with sharing the bed, if he were being honest, from the night Alexa came and got him. He’d tucked her in, and held her just to keep her close, after that once they were approved road partners, he’d started soft touches, gentle pats to her side, rubs of her shoulders, his hands on her lower back, leaning into her when she was talking, kissing her cheek more than once, stuff that could be construed as friendly, but left an underlying notion of decidedly more. He’d learned how much she missed her family in Australia and had secretly purchased them a small nine-day vacation there (getting Hunter’s approval). He’d gently started reminding her to take care of herself a little bit better, just soft things, he’d even taken to packing their belongings into one rolling suitcase and one backpack - Rhea had been confused until Dom had offered, we share a room, a rental, and plane rides - might as well share luggage. He knew Damian had clocked the change, but the older man had yet to pull him aside and talk to him - Damian had his hands full with Finn as far as Dominik could tell. 

“When we land,” Dominik cleared his throat to get her attention, “We are going to the room first.” She bobbed her head in agreement, “Once we put our stuff down we can either explore, meet up with Damo and Finn, go to the gym or nap.” He’d also learned Rhea liked having choices - not endless options, when presented with the phrase you can do whatever you wanna do she froze up completely, overwhelmed with too many choices. Damian, when Dominik wasn’t nearby, seemed apt to answer for her, he was there to guide her, and Dominik’s worries about their relationship had changed in the last month - they weren’t lovers of any nature, they were twin flames, yes, but platonically. Rhea and Damian were two halves of a whole, and filtered between codependent and each other's biggest fans - he and Finn were quickly becoming that  as well. “Which would work best for you?” It also helped if Dominik phrased it as some sort of goal oriented trade off.

Rhea looked up from her book, contemplatively - he liked her best like this, no makeup, her dark hair sort of falling in her face, all of her jewelry in, his clothes on her frame, while he waited for her answer, he squeezed her thigh comfortingly, “I think it would be fun to do something with Damo and Finn, they landed last night right?” Dominik nodded his head, “Want me to text them and see about grabbing something to eat when we land?”

“That’s a good idea.” Dominik ducked to kiss her shoulder, affectionately, even as she smiled at him, “And, querida, are you cold? Do you need my jacket to rest on or?”

“I’m ok, Dom Dom, thanks.” She breathed out, then flicked her gaze around them, “Can I read some more?” They were in first class, with a divider between them, and still as close as they possibly could be. Dominik nodded his head, and smiled to himself as he watched her start reading again, she’d tucked one knee up into the seat with her, he stretched his arm around her shoulders, moving his hand from his thigh, to fan out over her collarbone, she shivered, he smirked to himself - another thing about his beautiful little conquest, she was touch-starved in a way he hadn’t expected. He’d seen her interact with different levels of affection with other people, but when it came to significant one-on-one touch, she was lacking. He had decided to fix that - and ignore the growing issues with his father (Rey had called Rhea a passing phase). 

He’s been contemplating the best way to kiss her - the intricacies of when to do it, and how to do it. Realistically she’s not completely over the minefield left behind by Buddy, and it’s a big one - Dominik has been slowly and dedicatedly reassuring her that she is delicious and perfect the way she is, complimenting her on the small things (her pretty eyes, her ring awareness, her creative pins, the way she operates in the ring, her goddamn character work - which is frankly amazing), and the big things (how her clothes always fit her perfectly, how she always seems put together, and how she always takes care of everything domestic). So, back to the kissing - while she was growing stronger in her own ways, he was contemplating when it would be a good idea to cage her in and kiss her - ultimately he’s going to have to talk to Damian about it, because if anyone has any idea it’s him - but another part of him thinks it would be best to do it quietly, surprisingly. 

Somehow time marches on, easily and irritatingly. They make it almost to the end of September, with him steadily growing stronger in The Judgment Day (the fans fucking hate him which makes him smirk, the darkness in him seems to feed off the boos and jeers at his nature, the darkness always seems the most content when Rhea’s asleep next to him in bed - when he can study her form, and decide his next subterfuge of affection to secure her place next to his side, indefinitely). The kiss he’d been so worried about, handles itself, ironically. They’d just finished up a RAW taping - they’d kicked AJ’s butt, and had Edge challenge them to an I Quit Match, Rhea was giggling and happy, as she darted into his arms - freshly showered, Dominik caught her as she launched upward, and she still laughing pressed a kiss to his lips, his body reacted on instinct, he coiled his arm under her butt to hold her steady, and let his other hand move to cup the side of her neck, squeezing lightly, her arms had wound around him, legs around him, she seemed unsure as she pulled back eyes wide, “Bésame, otra vez, chica bonita.” She looked at him confused, “I’m going to teach you Spanish if it kills me.” He vowed, “I said, kiss me again, pretty girl…” Rhea blushed, Dominik took three large steps, to press Rhea’s back into the concrete blocks of the arena, and pressed his lips more firmly against hers - it’s not a french kiss, but it is a demanding press of lips. 

Damian cleared his throat, Finn on his back, the larger man rolling their suitcases, “Are you two ready, we have a flight to catch.” Dominik nodded, he didn’t let Rhea down, instead he shifted her to one of his hips, and grabbed the backpack and rolling suitcase handle, trailing along behind Damian, “So, we are flying back to Tampa where are you two headed?”

“I’m taking Rhea home.” Dominik couldn’t stop the possessive lit in his voice, Finn twisted to look at him a bit amazed he was being that bold, “We both wanna play with the dogs, and I think Rhea might want to unpack her stuff the rest of the way.” Dominik looked at Rhea, who nodded her head, and pressed her nose into his cheek, breathing out against his jaw. Dominik tilted enough to kiss her lips again, smiling into it, “And maybe I can show you around San Diego a bit.” He whispered, a plan already forming - he had a handful of friends she should meet, the main one however was his best friend - which was bound to cause a bit of tension, seeing as his best friend was female, but he’d drop that bomb on Rhea, later.

They said goodbye to Damian and Finn at the airport - the men headed for a Delta flight to Tampa, while they were headed for an United flight to San Diego. They changed planes once in one of the middle states, before landing in the early morning. Dominik let Rhea nap in the passenger seat, while he called Cat to let her know they had landed - he had arranged for her to drop off groceries and other provisions for them to be there three days, Cat was also supposed to pick up Aalyah, so when they reached Dominik’s house the only creatures to greet them would be the dogs. He also confirmed that she’d swing by later in the day for him to visit with his god-son, and that she’d dropped off all the roses he’d asked for. Honestly, Cat was the best friend he’d ever had, her husband, his other best friend, was in the Army and overseas more often than not. Cat promised she’d done everything he’d asked, which made him chuckle - when Aalyah had been called away from his house, Cat and Alexander had been more than happy to play with Luna and Berry. 

Dominik had carried Rhea in when they made it, because she was fast asleep - his poor little nightmare had worn herself out. He tucked her in and set about arranging the house the way he needed it - putting the roses evenly in every room, so no matter where she looked there would be red, white and black roses arranged in pretty splays. Then he focused on making breakfast for the pair of them, and starting laundry. Rhea woke up about two hours after they arrived, to find him folding their clothes in the living room with Xander playing with both Berry and Luna, Cat had returned because Dominik had a slight emergency - there were no paper towels in the house, Cat had begrudgingly bought some and brought them over, “You must be Rhea!” Cat smiled warmly, “I’m Cat, and that’s Xander. I’m married to Dom’s best friend Robbie.” She explained and warmly hugged Rhea, Dominik watched the way Rhea tensed for a moment but hugged back, “You're more beautiful in person.” She smiled up at Rhea, “And we are going to take our leave, because I know for a fact you’ve missed your furbabies, Xan, come on baby.” Dominik hugged his nephew and watched him run for his mom - three was a fun age, Cat scooped him up, “Oh, I almost forgot, you're going to be an uncle again, but I haven’t told Robbie yet.” She shot Dominik a smile, “So don’t go telling on me, he’s supposed to be home for the next Premium Live Event, and I think we are coming.” She grinned at him.

Dominik thanked her as he showed her out, then doubled back to find Rhea still standing stock-still from the hug Cat had given her, “That was…” Rhea trailed off, “I’m confused.”

Dominik laughed, “Cat and Robbie are my best friends, Xander is my nephew.” He said evenly, “When Aalyah can’t watch Berry and Luna they do.” He added, “For a while when I first started on the road, she lived here, because Robbie hadn’t been in long for them to have regular base housing, now she and Aalyah live together.” He explained, before looking at Rhea up and down, “Did you sleep good?” She nodded sheepishly, “I made you breakfast, and I finished the laundry, once you’ve eaten and had something to drink, I’ll give you a real tour and then we can work out.” She hugged her dogs for what felt like hours, eating her food as she rubbed their bellies and kissed their snouts. Dominik grinned, he’d shown her a bit of how he was with small creatures, now seeing her with the dogs - he knew he was right. Rhea was his match, now just to get her to agree… For the first time, that afternoon she allowed him to choose their sparing workout, and they might not have pulled the punches, bruising and marking each other up - but there was the added bonus of making out. 

From their sparring session they create a flexible workout, something that both of them can work well within, and that will work well on the road. Dominik hangs on Rhea’s every word, she knows more about fitness than he’s ever cared to learn - he exercises as needed, but she’s a devotee, and he’d be willing to bet that was due in large to Buddy, but now it’s a benefit for them both. The design works them out in a comfortable way, and allows for modifications in weights and rep count, but mostly it allows him to get closer to her, breathing in the sweet scent of her sweat, breathing in her prowess as she works - if ever Dominik were to be addicted to something, he has no doubt it is Rhea Ripley as his kryptonite, the kisses are rewards, and they fluctuated between soft presses of lips, to the harsh bite of teeth and the slide of tongues against one another. September ends, much like it begins, with him confidently melding into not only The Judgment Day but Rhea.

October 2022

October is the significant change - Dominik, while obviously devoted to Rhea, has been more than the driving force behind her violence. Back when they started this, he’d been the one to tell Rhea to make the abuse believable, from her choking him out in the ring, to him encouraging her to make him bleed before Clash at the Castle. Now he’s encouraging her violence against others, not that the outside world really knew that. Reddit has named him subbyDom and while he finds it funny, it couldn’t be further from the truth. The Judgment Day is more than gaining real traction and are actively feuding with not only Rey and Edge, but with the OC thanks to AJ Styles - actually most of the roster (except the Bloodline) are apt to want to kick them down a few pegs. 

Rhea, his little demon, is growing more and more confident - she’s blooming loudly and violently on camera. It’s behind the scenes that Dominik is living for, the moment the cameras are off she’s looking at him with big eyes, “Was that good, Dom?” 

While he hates the question, he always responds positively, painting compliments from nothing, and wrapping them around her. In return she offers him comfort, promises him the boos will subside eventually, but they both know that’s not going to happen anytime soon. Rey, while not one hundred percent understanding of Dominik’s recent bout of choices, is at least understanding of the fact that Dominik and Rhea are something, although he does continue to bring up the ‘mixing pleasure and business is bad’ almost weekly, his father is nothing if not consistent. Aalyah and Cat have wormed their way into Rhea’s life too, with text messages and picture messages, and updates on the dogs - Cat going as far as to send Rhea chocolates and small gifts every now and then - Rhea even has gifts from Xander. 

And Dominik? He’s upped his game.

On camera Rhea’s the one with hands on him, guiding. Back stage, the moment the cameras are off, Dominik backs her into the nearest dark hallway or corner, to press kiss her senseless, he’s patient and understanding but demanding and always has a hand on her. Under his touch she flourishes, she smiles wider, she blushes more, her laughter is back (according to Damian, Liv and Alexa). More than that, he’s taken over a bit more of her overall being - without meaning too, he’s not sure when it happened, but Rhea started asking him opinions on everything, he gives them happily, always eager to see how the choice being made for her seems to calm her down. He even learned to dye her roots for her, which was a fun experience that he’s sure he’s going to repeat multiple times. October also brings Rhea wearing more and more of his clothes - her room in San Diego remains unoccupied, as each trip back she attempts to sneakily put more of her belongings into his room, like he wouldn’t invite her if she asked - but he’s sure she’s not going to ask, so after the Halloween RAW, he holds her tight in the hotel room, pinning her against the door, “Rhea.”

“Dom?” She sounded worried, like she was in trouble.

“Why don’t we stop pretending, you should move into my bedroom at home.” He kept his gaze on her, voice steady, “You belong in my bedroom at home, at our home, do you understand?”

“Yes.” She started to look away but he caught her chin, “Dom?”

“You like how I take care of you, don’t you?” He could hear the danger bleeding into his tone, but didn’t bother to pull it back, she nodded her head quickly, “You want me to keep taking care of you, Demi?” He used her legal name which made her eyes widen, her pretty mouth opened in a shocked ‘o’, but she nodded, “Then you need to tell me when you want things, cariño, do you understand.” She nodded again, “I want you to say it, Rhea.” 

“I understand, Dom.” She whispered, eyes still wide, “I want… I want you to take care of me.”

“What else?” He pressed closer, pushing his chest to hers, caging her in.

“I want to be in your bedroom at the house, uh, at our house.” Her eyes widened a little more as she said it, Dominik rewarded her with a kiss that promised more if she were interested. She pulled back after a moment, exhaling sharply to look up at Dominik with a determined sheen to her eyes, “I want… I want you.” She said evenly, “I want…” She bit at her bottom lip.

Dominik had been waiting for this moment - three months of working hard, he knew he’d have more work to put in, but for a captivating demon like Rhea, he was willing to work his whole life to keep his prize with him, “Want me to what cariño?” He asked, curiously, daring her to tell him.

She flicked her gaze away, face flushing red, “I wanna be yours.” She finally pushed out, “Damian told me, he mentioned…” She trailed off, “You wanna keep me, right?”

Dominik would need to talk to Damian, but he dipped forward to kiss her again, “I want to keep you, I want you to be mine, but I want to be yours, too.” He promised her, “So, if you're interested, I’d like to show you all the perks of being mine.”  Rhea gazed up at him, as he towered a bit over her, still pressed impossibly close, her eyes had narrowed, like she was working out the layers to his statement - and there were many. Dominik had basically asked her to be his, to let him own her in a way that was probably scary, and in the same breath he’d propositioned her, he tilted to the side and flicked his gaze back toward the bed, “We can go at your pace, Rhea.” He promised, evenly, “I will never make you do something you don’t want to do, and I will never hurt you intentionally. I’m not you're past relationships, and I have no intention of becoming one.”

She licked her lips, biting into her bottom one, as she eyed him critically, “Forever then?”

“I would like forever, but I���ll settle for right now.” He offered, watching her carefully, she was breaking down in front of him, “Rhea, let me take care of you.” The power was racing up his spine, the darkness, he could feel it in his voice, in the way she trembled against him, how she pressed even closer, clearly fighting with herself, “Demi,” He said her name with emphasis, “Let me take care of you, I’ve always taken care of you, remember in July when you started to work out again, but no one wanted to spar with you because they weren’t sure about you're injury.” He touched her jaw, “I offered, didn’t I? I just want the best for you.” He assured her, “Let me give you my best, please?”

There was a stretch of silence between them, before she nodded her head, he narrowed his eyes at her and started to remind her to use her words, but she was quick to say, “I want that, I want, I want you.” She rolled her shoulders a bit, “Can we… can we do that now?” 

Check-mate. Dominik grinned, “Of course we can, cariño, I’ve been dying to put my hands and my lips and my tongue on you…” The statement made her giggle and flush again, even as Dominik softly backed off of her, and tugged her a little toward him, but away from the doorway, “But we have plans with our friends for clubbing, so it’s going to have to wait, baby.” Her pout should frankly be illegal but they do have plans with Liv, Damian, Finn, Raquel, Alexa, Askua, Seth, Becky, and countless others. “When we get back, cariño, I promise to reward you, ok? But you put this pretty dress on, and you're legs are delicious, and you already have my jacket on, which makes me wanna pin you against every surface…” Dom had donned dark jeans and a deep blue button up for the night.

Rhea pouted on and off for the next three hours, but she had fun with Liv and Alexa, even with Becky - always finding Dominik’s eyes across the room. “She’s yours.” Damian sounded beside him, “I’ve never seen her trust like she does with you, so you either did something incredibly right, or there is something about you I am missing.” Dominik shrugged, “I approve, as long as you keep her happy and satiated.” Dominik could agree with that, as he turned to say as much to Damian he found the man gone. 

November and December 2022

Hunter wanted them to up the drama, so they did - with tapings and attacks on Rey. That wasn’t the only place things amped up, their relationship was now running steady and fast, really Dominik couldn’t wait to introduce her to his grandparents but because of the messy Christmas recordings he’d had to wait until almost New Years. He met her family in Australia not long after that, he’d won her mother over with his kindness and eager willingness to help her in the kitchen, he won her sister over with tales of Xan and the dogs back at home as well as pictures of him with Cat and Aalyah, her father was a tough cookie, but he managed to win Mr. Bennett over simply by being his usual possessive self when it came to Rhea, which involved him and Buddy getting into a bit of an altercation in Melbourne, but whatever, he’d handled it. After Christmas they’d spent a couple days with Cat and Aalyah, Dominik had watched Rhea like a hawk, there, he wanted to see how she interacted with his sister and his best friend, when she met Robbie in early January, the pair hit it off - her and Xan were never far apart, slowly Rey and Angie came around, and started to invite Rhea in more. Dominik knew he was in love with her when he caught her cooking with both his mother and abuela.

April, 2023

His thoughts were interrupted as Rhea twisted in the sheets. The sun was well and truly up now in California. They had had a long night, coming of WrestleMania with her winning her match, but him losing his - he was proud of her and had literal years to deal with his Rey-shaped feud - so proud they hadn’t made it out of the stadium before their night had started, with him pinning her against a wall, and slipping his hand down the back of her pants as he kissed her until she couldn’t breathe properly, before trailing his lips down her neck and biting hard, she’d cum the first time there. 

Panting and weak even as he’d half carried her to the rental SUV - they hadn’t perfected any sort of sex in the rentals yet, they were both tall and it was borderline uncomfortable, usually with a gear shifter in someone's back or thighs - it was a work in progress. They had, however, managed to successfully find dark corners in most of the arenas they worked in, to either fuck or play - Rhea liked wearing his bruises, and the cute little Mami collar she had started wearing the rings he had bought for her, well he’d bought about thirty since she had a habit of damaging them, or breaking them. 

He quickly climbed back into bed with her, not wanting her to wake up alone, he curled around her, and nuzzled into her short hair, “Good morning, sweetheart.” Dominik kissed her shoulder blades, Rhea grumbled in her sleep, she hated waking up, especially after a long night of work followed by what she lovingly called marathon sex, he double checked the bedside table to make sure her fruit punch gatorade and her favorite cookies (brought over from Australia) were within her reach, “You look beautiful in this light, baby.” He promised as he kissed her shoulders again. 

“Papi, let me sleep more.” She begged, even as his kisses turned harder, his hands which had been innocently rubbing her sides to wake her up, had trailed lower to rub her hips, “Paaaapi.” She whined, as he laughed, and rolled her over. “Dom-” He cut her off with a kiss.

“I love you.” He whispered into the kiss, “Mami, please, let me love you this morning.” He muttered even as he pressed more kisses to her face, “I promise to be soft.” He added when she let out another little whine, he drug his nose along her throat, biting over her pulsepoint, “We have to do press in a little bit, I don’t want you to stress too much while we are there…” 

Rhea let out a pearl of giggles, as he ticked her side, “I love you too, Papi, please-” He kissed her again, he hadn’t told her yet, but he was going to marry her, he’d already picked out the ring, he smiled into the skin of her neck, and aggressively snuggled her. Dominik smiled harder, it was going to be a great day.

#Dominik Mysterio x Rhea Ripley #Dark!Dominik Mysterio #rhea ripley #the judgment day fanfic #wwe fanfiction #mondaynightraw

[judgementdaysunshine]

😭😔 with Eddie Guererro?

Eeeeh

He doesn't define you

Pairing: Eddie Guerrero x Fem reader

Description: You confront your biological father after an exhausting tag team match with your boyfriend Eddie

Warning: Emotions, Minor swearing, and talks of child abandonment

A/N: I cried like a baby writing this especially since my biological father abandoned me as a little girl 🥺

The match was exhausting as you and your boyfriend Eddie Guerrero were against Chris Jericho and Chyna for a chance to go against Edge and Christian for the tag team champions title. The two of you did well together but as the match went on the four of you grew exhausted as none of you would give up even when you broke jericho's nose and eddie accidentally fractured chyna's finger, your chewing on your nails as eddie and jericho hit each other with chops but your heart stops when you see a familiar face of the man who abandoned you as a young child and who you haven't seen since you were 15, jumping in when you see chyna with a chair getting hit in the face still seeing your biological father staring at you not even noticing that eddie got the pin and had won for the two of you noticing the tears that slowly brimmed in your eyes as the two of you raise your belts feeling a bit sore from the chair hit before walking out of the ring where you started to shake with quiet sobs backstage and they broke free after the two of you went in his locker room. "What's wrong mi bebita?" you break down telling him everything, calming down and getting up to check on chyna since she was a friend to you with eddie next to you stopping when you see your father backstage in the corner whispering to eddie to talk to chyna waiting until the door was closed "Hey darling it's been" you cut him off angrily feeling rage boil in you "What the hell do you want? I haven't seen you in seven years and now all of a sudden you appear?! It's because I have money don't I?" he stands there sniffling which only makes you scoff as he tries to "Tell the truth" to you only blaming your mom for her telling him to get his shit together and get clean from drugs but instead he left her, you, and your siblings to fend for yourselves finding out later on that he didn't want any of you which ripped your heart out of your body only making the hatred within you grow "You didn't want any of us you didn't give a fuck then! Why give a fuck now huh?! I have mom and I have a dad, he's been there ever since I was born, was there for every birthday and holiday, took me out for lunch for the day, saw me before I went to formal and prom, saw me graduate, always hugged me with a kiss on my head and told me he loved me and the best part was he was there not because he felt like he had to, needed to, or was told to he was there in my life because he fucking wanted to and loved me with all his heart!" you felt your body shake with sobs as your lungs gasp for air, your face covered with nonstop tears, and your heart pounding as Edge, Christian, and Rikishi turned only to see the confrontation you waited to happen for years. They watch as you turn only have him grab your arm fixing to grab security or jump in when you swing and slap him with all your might "I swear to god you put your hands on me again I'll beat the shit out of you as mom or anyone else who was around you should have a long fucking time ago" christian grabs security as you turn feeling ashamed that the three saw what happened before being pulled into a hug by edge while rikishi stops him from reaching you after he gets up feeling anger seeing all the snake trails on his arms you have him stand behind you with edge as you stare him in the eyes "The only difference between then and now is that I actually know the truth and I get to say goodbye and this one is for good, goodbye stranger now get the hell out of here before I really lose control" security escorts him out after sharing a group hug with the boys before walking back to the locker room quietly crying where eddie finds you having heard everything immediately pulling you in his arms "I'm so proud of you for taking that step to truly heal, he doesn't define you and you are not him, I love you carino" you cry in newfound emotions in his arms before heading home feeling safe and calmer in his arms feeling a long heavy weight lift off of you.

#eddie guerrero #wwe x reader #wwe #eddie guerrero x reader

[rainchyna]

𓆩♡𓆪 episode eight: WONDERFUL BULLOCKS.

tumblr keeps trying to silence me and i soon will sue im sick and tired.

#anyways i just realized i messed up the header the writing 7 instead of 8 pls pretend it’s not there

hows everyone doing i know this chapter is a bit overdue but hey at least i managed to get something out am i right or what good god i hate it here.

y/n got haters yikes !! how uncool do you have to be to not like y/n like damn

gotta love owen and y/n’s stupid shit they’re so cute i love them

“can I at least get up? I want water” you say.

Hunter hasn’t left your side since you passed out after Raw. he even went as far as kicking Chyna out of your room so he can be close in case you needed anything.

“no. you stay here, I’ll get it for you” he says. damn, okay. well, since you were going to have a big, strong man refuse to leave your side he might as well play his role to the fullest. as soon as Hunter stepped back into the room with a glass of water you sunk under your blanket, forcing yourself to shiver as hard as you can.

“Y/n? are you okay?” he asked placing the cup on the nightstand, he sat next to you and rubbed your shoulder.

“better not be a fever or something. are you cold, angel?” he asks, and you nod. he gets up again, seemingly to turn up the heating but you grab his arm.

“come lay next to me” you tug on his arm, he smiles. Hunter slides under the covers with you, wrapping his arms around you pulling you close. he was always so warm.

you were tired, you couldn’t deny that, but you were falling asleep quicker than you thought. Hunter was quietly talking about something stupid he and Shawn did but your eyes were failing you.

Shawn and Hunter were growing closer day by day, they were close to being inseparable. you and Shawn were very slowly beginning to get along, he was still quite unbearable but he wasn’t as loud and obnoxious as he usually is.

sometimes you’d catch him staring at you intensely you’d think he’s zoned out, but he’d smile and look away. it felt like he was planning something or trying to follow along with something but you couldn’t put your finger onto it.

frankly, he sometimes straight up scared you because what the hell?

“what’s up with Shawn?” you mumble rubbing your eyes, Hunter looks down at you confused. as far as he’s concerned, Shawn is doing just fine. “what do you mean?” Hunter asks.

you tiredly shrug, “he’s been… off”. you didnt know how to explain it but Shawn hasn’t been acting like himself, you didn’t hate him for it, thank god he’s been calmer but damn it if it wasn’t freaking you out.

“like what?” Hunter asks, you shrug again. “you know… he kinda just sits there - and stares - he seems quite reserved” you say. Hunter hums.

he noticed it too, should he tell you?

“what’s that about?” you ask, well its not like he’s losing anything.

“y’know how him and Sunny have had a thing?”, you nod. “well.. Shawn is kinda really into this other girl, but Sunny isn’t uhm..” Hunter trails off.

you sit up, “isn’t…?”

Hunter sighs, “she isn’t taking that very well” he leans back. “Sunny sees her as the competition, since she’s the original diva and all that” Hunter explains.

you looks down at your hands, … is this about you?

you hum and lay against Hunter’s chest, “right” you mutter.

3:09 pm, central London.

London was always a fun time. you’ve come here several times in your time with New Japan and more on your own, it’s was always sweet.

you’re more excited about being with your friends in this time, well, four friends and the man child that tagged along. seriously, for fucks sake, can Shawn Michaels ever not whine?

“Chynaaaaaaa” he dragged, Chyna was sick and tired. the moment the plane landed she immediately caught a cold, she was tired of Shawn’s constant whining and him breathing on her neck.

“what the fuck is it this time?” she asks, irritated. Shawn huffs, “are we there yet?” he asks, Chyna turns to him and squeezes his face. “am I the one who’s fucking driving? ask Y/n. or are you scared of getting smacked again?” she taunts.

Shawn pulls away from her and huffs again, “as if” he boasts, “then why aren’t you talking to me?” you asks, your eyes meeting in the rear view mirror. Shawn is flustered and instantly looks away, “because!” he reasons.

you were driving because you knew London better than the rest of them. Shawn was sitting directly behind you, Hunter was in the passenger’s seat, and Chyna was squished between Shawn and a sleeping Lita.

it’s a quite for a while, apart from the occasional chatter between you, Hunter and Chyna, and Lita’s light snores.

“Y/nnnnnnnnn” Shawn whined, you raise an eyebrow. “so you aren’t scared of me?” you smile, “pfft, no I’m not. I’m hungry” Shawn said, you grab your bag that was sitting on Hunter’s lap and give it to Shawn.

“there’s chips and a juice box in there” you say, “and stop fucking whining before I pull the fuck over” you threaten, “yes ma’am!” Shawn said as he opened the bag. you slapped the wrestling ability out of his body the other day, but he’s giving out for a bag of chips?

an actual child.

“where’d you get this car anyway?” Hunter asks, “from Davey” you answer. “oh right, he’s bri’ish innit” Hunter says with the shittiest british accent ever, it’s almost scottish. “don’t ever in your fucking life-” you laugh, “a bo’o o wota!” he exclaims.

“it’s chewsdae innit bruv” he continued mocking Davey while Chyna and Shawn cracked up in the back and you held back the urge to join him.

“we’ll gaur to thee pub and get drunk til dawn, eh?”

“why is he talking like that?” Lita asked, rubbing her eyes. “he thinks he’s funny” Shawn deadpans, “I am funny!” Hunter counters.

see? fun. so, very fun. this is going to be a long day.

“guys, are we there yet?” Lita asks, Chyna groans. “oh, don’t start you”, Hunter laughs. “we’re here”.

well this isn’t bad.

you’re in your own room this time, this girls are on completely different floors. Chyna was on the second while Lita was on the sixteenth, you were on the eighth. Shawn was the only person on the same floor as you but he was still down the hallway, the only other people were the Hardy brothers but you barely knew them.

you’re not liking that fact that you have to get used to this, you and the girls always roomed together! you were going to be bored as fuck for the rest of the day, or until you three figure out a way to be together without anyone noticing.

apparently, sharing a room isn’t allowed anymore because some people with getting into petty fights and left rooms trashed, and Vince isn’t paying a dime out of pocket to fix anything.

to be honest, fair enough.

but hey, they didn’t say visits aren’t allowed. you’re laying down on your bed, you look down at your self, you were only wearing an oversized “Chyna Syndrome” shirt and no pants. “fuck.” you mutter.

do you need to wear pants? the shirt went down to your knees basically. “tsk” you get up and slide on your crocs.

on your way out you grab a bottle of water and lock the door behind you. at the end of the hall you can see Shawn leaving his room, more like sneaking out of his room. he waved at you with a half smile and you wave back with a confused look.

“where are you headin’?” he asks leaning against his door, “Lita’s” you say approaching him, Shawn shakes your hand for some reason …okay? “and you?” you ask, “I’m going to-”

then you hear a door loudly slam behind you.

“heyyyy y/n” her voice glees.

oh, for fucks sake man.

you both look behind you, “oh” you mumble looking at Shawn. “hey.. Sunny” you say looking at the ground, scratching your neck. “no, no, no! Hunter! I’m going to hang out with Hunter not her” Shawn quickly answers.

the second Sunny saw you with Shawn her stomach did a flip. Shawn was replacing her with you! he’s been slipping away from her since the moment you arrived and the only times he was with her were, as Shawn said, “to make Y/n jealous”.

you didn’t give two fucks, she knew you didn’t. she didn’t like you not one bit. first you come in and you’re treated like the federation’s priority, then you’re given the women’s title on your debut, everyone seems to really fucking like you and you’re stealing her man who’s not her man now?

too much.

Sunny narrowed her eyes at you, she couldn’t tell if you were leaving Shawn’s room or if you’re about to go in, but your clothes told her a lot. you’re only wearing a big shirt and Shawn wore a snapback and khaki shorts without a shirt.

well, well, well.

“how are you babe?” Sunny asks as she leans in for a hug, she squeezes you for a bit. she looks at you with a slight frown as she passive aggressively interrogates you about your day.

Shawn’s knees were on the verge of giving out from under him. the girl he wants nothing to do with and the girl he’d kill himself trying to get an ounce of attention from in the same place. what kind of hellish dream is this?

“I see you two are …close.” Sunny says eyeing you and Shawn, you and Shawn scramble to explain you don’t really like each other but are in the same friend group. “oh, so are you like hanging out or hanging out?” she asks.

“excuse me?” you make a face, “of course we are!” Shawn chirps, “we’re actually going to Lita’s room right now!”.

who the fuck is we?

“we?” you ask looking at him, “of course we baby!” Shawn smiles, “baby?” Sunny glares at Shawn. Shawn who wanted the floor to crack beneath him and swallow him whole. “yup!” he grabs your hand and pulls you towards the elevator.

“bye Sunnies! see you later! hopefully never!” Shawn mumbled the last part as he pushed you into the elevator.

what the hell was that interaction?

“what are you doing?!” you yank your hand away from Shawn. “this chick won’t leave me alone!” he reasons, you click the button to the sixteenth floor. “I don’t even like her!”. you shrug and shake your head, “that ain’t got nothing to do with me”

“oh, it does” Shawn chuckles. “what?” you ask, Shawn takes off his snapback and runs a hand through his hair before putting it back on. “don’t worry about it.”

“fine.”

it’s silent for a bit, then he speaks up again.

“do you really wanna know?”, of course he cracked. you roll your eyes, “no shit” you huff, “I’ll tell you if you’re nice to me” he crosses his arms over his chest. you look at him confused.

“I am nice to you! I offered to drive you here”

“you drove the whole group here”

“I gave you my food”

“you’re always giving someone something”

“… at least I’m not an asshole to you!”

“you slapped the hair colour off of me three days ago!”

you lean against the gold metal of the elevator, “well, let’s be real here, you deserved that” you point to him. “now tell me!”

“be nice to me first!” he demands, “I am! what more do you want from me?!” and Shawn smirks, aw hail.

“nah man” you wave him off, and he laughs. “nah, I’d rather die” you groan, “you want me so bad” he scoffs. there he goes again with that stupid phrase he uses to annoy you.

“how many times do I need to tell you that I don’t even like you? we’re only here because we have the same friend group.” you reason.

“oh c’mon baby” he steps closer to you, “everyone wants me” he flashes his pretty boy smile. you roll your eyes again, “not everyone” you scoff.

“oh really?” he steps even closer, you push him away and he leans against the opposite wall.

jeez, aren’t you there yet? you look up, tenth floor.

“you’re acting too confident for someone in your position” you say, Shawn chuckles. “too confident?” he asks, you nod as you step closer to him.

“I can do whatever I want to do with you, and you won’t say anything” you smile, you stand right in front of him. you place your hands on his bare chest, they’re a bit cold so they make him inhale sharply. “n-no you w-won’t”

“aww, the pretty boy is stuttering! what is it? cat got your tongue, baby?” you say the nickname back to him. “n-no!” he looks away, you grab his face and force him to look at you.

“you’re not the most subtle person, Michaels.” you begin and Shawn’s eyes widen a bit, “I know you want my attention, actually, you need my attention”.

Shawn gulps, no way.

“close your eyes” you whisper, you’re so close to each other you can almost see his breath hitching his throat. you lean in and Shawn begins panicking.

his hands and sweaty and his knees will buckle in any moment, you weren’t actually going to kiss him, right? right?!

he opens his eyes for a split second and quickly shuts them, and oh lord.

yes way.

he knows that you can hear his heart beating at this point, your lips and so close to each other, so close…

ding!

you giggle and pull away from him, Shawn opens his eyes, he’s breathless and shivering for some reason. you walk towards the door and look at him before leaving.

“you don’t need to tell me, I already know what it is”.

8:20 pm, dressing room.

you’ve changed your clothes into your gear and stood in front of the mirror of the dressing room as you laced up your boots. you were having a good time styling your hair and playing around with makeup, then you heard an agitating, loud noise.

“oh heyyyyy y/n”, you look up through the mirror and the blonde was standing behind you. you roll your eyes as you line your lips, “are you working tonight?” Sunny asked, “‘cause I am”, you look up again as one of your eyebrows are raised.

“really?” you ask, applying lip gloss. she sits on the chair besides yours and sprays enough hairspray to kill a bug infestation. “mhm, I’m working with Taker and Shawn”

your eyes immediately met hers through mirror again, now wait a fucking minute. “seriously?” you ask and she nods. you were confused, pissed off, but more confused. “what do you mean you’re working with them? it’s me, Bret and Owen against Taker, Shawn and Lita” you say.

Sunny smirks, “aw why do you care? are you jealous of me?”. you look at her again and huff before paying attention to your hair.

bingo.

if Sunny could cackle loudly she would, she was trying to get a reaction out of you and she got what she wanted.

“I’m not jealous” you begin and Sunny frowns, “I’m pissed than no one told me they were swapping out Lita for you” you say. Sunny narrows her eyes at you, “what do you mean me?” she asks. you lean back in your seat, “y’know, you can’t wrestle, never took a bump. kinda useless honestly” you explain.

she laughs out loud, “useless?” she asks, “useless?” she asks again. “be real y/n, the only reason you’re here is because Vince wants to beat WCW’s ratings”, it was your turn to laugh loudly.

you’ve actually had enough of this bitch. the amount of time you made yourself the bigger person when she’d try to pick fights with you, the amount of times she was rude to you for no reason, the amount of times you tried to befriend her only for her to put on her “bitchy blonde” act.

not today.

“be real Sunny” you repeat her words, “your only purpose in this company is to keep knobs clean.” and the smile on her face evaporated, “and you don’t seem to be doing a good job considering all the locker room has been on their knees for me” you say putting away the makeup.

“tsk, tsk, tsk” you snicker, “what a shame, at least other women get paid for what you’re doing”, Sunny felt stupid for even trying to begin with you.

“now be a good girl and go clean my championship for me.”

jesus wept.

Sunny stormed out of the room so quickly you almost missed it, and hilariously then. you got and idea.

the room’s door opened and you half expected Sunny to come in but it wasn’t her, it’s was someone else. “hey” he said through a tight lipped smile, “hey Rocky” you greet the man. “how are you?”

“oh I’m okay! just had a match with Hunter, light work y’know” he said sitting on a chair on the other side of the room. “yeah I saw the first five minutes of it, great suplexes by the way” you compliment. “thank you!” he smile.

“why are you sitting to so far away? c’mere” you pat on the chair next to you, The Rock hesitates a bit but he moves next you anyway, he didn’t want to seem like a creep but he’s always looked at you from afar. you’re really fucking pretty to him, and being this close to you… he couldn’t help but stare.

you both talk about your day and the matches on tonight’s card, you like him, he was probably one of the chillest people in the roster, right after Al Snow because no one tops him.

“we should work together after my thing with Taker” you suggest and he tenses up. “you want to work with me?” he asked, you chuckle. “yeah why not?” you ask back.

“I’m nowhere near as good as you are” he begins, “I mean, you’re New Japan’s ace, Antonio Enoki’s golden girl, probably the best women’s champion Vince has ever had” he said and the smile on your face was big. “aw, Rocky”

“no really, I would love to work with you but I need to work on myself first” he explained. “I’ll make you my right hand man, I’ll help you get over with the crowd.” you smile. “like a teacher?” he chuckles.

“exactly that! Y/n’s keys to success; step one: be kinda funny, step two: unclear, and step three: cash money Y/l/n. I don’t know but you’ll get there” you say.

“yes ma’am” he laughs, “now, your first mission as my apprentice, bring me Vince. I think there’s commercial break right now, and I have an idea”

<<9:19 pm>>

“are you-… are you serious?” you asked, you were in a random storage room with Owen. your voice came out more nasal as you had pinched your nostrils shut. “yup!” Owen smile, “and I’m so excited you don’t even know”

you look at each other then back at the buckets in front of you. disgusting. what’s disgusting?

pig shit.

you specifically asked for you and Owen to pull “one of your pranks” solely for shits and gigs, you were both rightfully excited but maybe the animal feces were a bit overkill. Vince was excited when you told him about your plan but this was… something.

“so we’ll have some staff set this up above the ring, and we’ll dump it when’s it’s time” Owen explained. “what if it misses and falls on us?” you ask, “we’re gonna be on the ramp, remember?” Owen says.

“…right”

you quickly left the room as you didn’t want the smell to linger on your clothes. you’re walking down the hallway when you bump into someone, “damn” you look at them, it’s Al Snow!

“oh, hey man” you say, “you good? you weren’t really looking in front of you” he looks at your head concerned. you shake your head, “I’m fine, but you’re built a mountain, jeez that was rough”

“why thank you, pretty” he laughs. “does my gear look alright?” you were concerned about whether or not the pig shit found its way to your clothes. “pfft, you look good” Al scoffs, “no, wait. I mean, your clothes look okay, no they look great” he corrects himself, you raise an eyebrow.

“I mean, you look good too! and your clothes- gear looks just okay! I mean great! wait-”

“I got the memo, Al” you laugh patting his shoulder before walking along. “talk! learn how to talk to her!” he whispered to himself.

10:23 pm, Raw <Live>

“Tag! Y/n is legal” Jim Ross bellows.

the crowd popped loudly, you were finally face to face with The Undertaker in the ring, weeks of storytelling and tension building up, but no one was dumb enough to believe you were putting an end to it here. they’re wrestling fans after all, they’re used to having their face spat on.

you quickly began running the ropes before hitting him with your signature frankinstiener and the crowd cheered again. the referee quickly separated you two and Taker tagged Sunny, there was audible groans throughout the crowd. relatable.

this mix of people made sense. you, Taker, Shawn, The Hart brothers and… of all people? …Sunny? both Lita and Luna Vachon are on Taker’s team, why is Sunny suddenly in the mix?

making quick work of her, you powerbomb her. you climb the ropes and pull Shawn over into a suplex. as Shawn lay on the mat holding his back you tag in Bret, he locks Shawn in a sharpshooter while you lock Sunny in one. if she taps your team wins, she’s the legal one after all.

Taker then interferes which causes Owen to run in and hit him with a clothesline, it quickly gets messy as the crowd cheers for the brawl that materializes.

after a bit of fighting back and forth, you and the Harts leave the ring, and Taker’s team are given a count out win. the crowd boos as the bell rings, you grab a microphone.

“you didn’t win this one, deadman. come find me when have someone I can actually wrestle on your team” you point to Sunny, and “ooo”s erupt from the crowd.

“but until then, enjoy your shitty win, fuckers”

suddenly, smelly brown liquid rained onto the three and the crowd went wild. Taker and Shawn were flabbergasted while Sunny stood there screaming bloody murder. the usually good looking diva was stuck covered in pig shit and wailing like a child.

what made you feel joy from within you was how Taker, Shawn and Sunny didn’t about the gift you and Owen brought with you, but Sunny’s reaction was the best.

just what she deserves.

before you could even reach behind the curtains, you could hear Vince laughing uproariously. of course, of course he thinks poop jokes are funny.

“what do you think of that?” Owen giggled, and Vince laughed some more. “wonderful!” he laughed, “wonderful bullocks!”

#rainchyna #rainchyna’s sour grapes #wwe headcanons #wwe x reader #wwe fics #wwe fanfiction #wwf fanfiction #wwf x reader #wwf fics #wwe shawn michaels #wwe shawn michaels x reader

[chynandri]

Additional Thoughts About Ibara & Aesthetics

Using this image to indicate to you that I'm gonna be mentioning Rouge&Ruby a LOT.

Writing this post on Ibara and Tsumugi's dorm room, it reminded me of some more thoughts I’ve been microwaving in my brain for a while. From the dorm post we’ve pretty clearly established that Ibara… doesn’t express much of a personality in his sense of style 😂 he was born in a wet cardboard box all alone ok

HOWEVER… what I’ve found really intriguing about him (besides everything.) is that despite that lack of self expression in a personal space, he does have a strong sense for art and aesthetics in what he creates.

What tipped me off on this was actually his in-game office interaction with the whiteboard. He has the ‘good’ result of drawing a cute bird, saying he ‘knows a little about the arts’ (which probably means he knows a lot, he’s just being fake humble). When I first saw this, I was a little bit surprised.

So later on, when Rouge&Ruby confirmed that he does do costume designs and storyboards himself, I was pretty excited to see his artistic skills a little bit expanded upon.

And actually, he has said this interesting thing in relation to art:

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So clearly, Ibara has a sense for the value of art and thinks it’s important.

And it aligns with how he intended for Adam to focus on the art of performance (compared to Eve which is more popular and takes on more entertainment jobs).

What I’m trying to say is that while he obviously loves making money and business domination, he also has an understanding and skill for art and design. Business, art, aesthetics often come hand in hand I think, as having a good concept and attractive visuals is essential to selling anything...

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Considering he designed every part of Melting Rouge Soul + Ruby Love himself and contacted Hiyori for his connections to chocolate designers so that Eden's chocolates stand out, I feel his consideration for making something with 'artistic and financial value' really comes through in Rouge&Ruby.

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I think the whole point of that event is that within Ibara there is a passionate burning soul bursting with expression and creativity (even love) in pursuit of his ambitions, and it comes through so so much in those songs and his own performance. He’ll prove Eden’s superiority in every avenue possible, not just monetarily but also artistically.

Although all this is only applied to his work, which is what he’s most passionate about. To Ibara, his work IS him:

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Additionally, Rinne notes Ibara’s more 'poetic' (and nerdy 🤓) side with how the Minotaurs Labyrinth is designed in Ariadne (variety show Ibara traps Crazy:b in):

Not only do things have to look good, they have to be quite meaningful and conceptual too. I mean, this IS coming from the guy who bases his whole personality and image on one (1) book he read as a sad little kid (Art of War btw) and inserts very unsubtle Bible references everywhere.

And Ibara putting the most effort into his chocolates despite being annoyed at having to make chocolates past Valentine's Day and it having no relation to work:

Translation by Land of Zero. He loves to succeed and be impressive for the sake of it.

So where he doesn’t put much effort into his personal spaces or appearance outside of work, it’s all because Ibara’s personality is just one that’s extremely singularly focused on one thing - his passion and work. I think this creates another interesting and lovely paradox to his personality, just one of the many this guy has. It’s what makes Ibara so delightful as a character.

Tl;dr - Ibara is actually quite into art and aesthetics, and even artistically inclined himself.

#ibara saegusa #enstars #yet another display of insanity from me. ur welcome #chyna writes too

[smartycvnt]

Hi, I was hoping you would write a blurb using prompt 14 "Wow, you look absolutely breathtaking." with Shawn Michaels?

"Thank you, I try," Shawn said as he flipped his hair behind you. You looked away from Chyna and glared at Shawn. "What? I deserve compliments too."

"You do, but I wouldn't have gone as far as calling you breathtaking. You're a bit more of the devilishly handsome type." Shawn's expression went from a pout to a smirk within milliseconds. "Now, I'm going to need all of those buttons done up. This is a fancy event tonight. Everything must be perfect."

"Just like you," Shawn said as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

#wwe x reader #shawn michaels x reader #mini fic #ficlet #blurb #fic blurb #drabble #fic drabble

[sleepy-achilles]

Hbtaker- Me and The Devil

I didn't forget the poll, I promise, here!

It's 100% based off this. I hope my vision came across (yes I'm still not confident with my writing. It pains me too.)

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2002

Shawn was glad to be back. Despite what it's cost him, he's glad to be home, home with his friends.

Home with the devil.

Shawn lifts his blue eyes and they immediately connect with warm green ones.

He ignores how his heart races at that damnd smile, the out stretched hand welcoming him home.

Shawn swears he can hear that evil laugh as his shakey hand accepts the much bigger, firmer hand.

"Welcome home, Shawn."

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1998

Shawn could cry. Even with surgery there's a high chance he'll never wrestle again.

Shawn should cry.

He's all alone in his shitty hotel room, phone hanging from his hand after receiving the worst news possible and not a single friend in sight.

He's full of rage. Angry at each one of them. Kevin, Scott and Sean for just leaving him so easily, as if he wasn't worth a single thing to them. He hasn't seen, even heard, from chyna and hunter since the stupid match. Neither have checked up on him. The only person who's bothered is vince and that's only because he wants to know if his money cow is still useful or needs to be replaced.

He's angry because he might never step foot in the ring ever again. He's angry because he already knows hunter will use this to get too the top. With no Shawn, what's stopping any of them from taking his spot?

Shawn clenches his fist around the phone, listening to the cheap plastic crack.

His so called frie-

All his thoughts stop as a cold hand closes around his. His head snaps up and blue eyes meet cold dead green ones. Shawn doesn't stop the nervous swallow his body forces out, the way his breathing starts to pick up.

The Undertaker, in all his glory, is knelt at shawns feet, carefully holding his hand as if he'll break at any given moment. And hell, he might.

Shawn let's the phone be removed from his hand. He watches as Undertaker pulls his hood down, revealing the messy black mane underneath it.

Shawn isn't as stupid as others think. He sees the way the deadman looks at him. He knows how he feels about the deadman, how wrong it is, how easy others, like bret, can use it to fuck with him.

And maybe that's why Shawn gives into Taker so easy.

What's he got to lose?

"Say yes" Taker whispers. Shawn doesn't say anything. Too numb to speak. "Say yes and I'll fix it all. I'll give you, your career back." Taker tells him. Shawns eyes widen slightly. "H-how?" Shawn asks quietly, his voice rough from either the crying and screaming or the alcohol. "Ill fix it. Heal you. But you need to stay away, just for a few years. Avoid it." Taker tells him. Shawn immediately believes Taker means to avoid suspicion of his back suddenly being healed. He'll eventually find out what Taker truly meant.

"And what do you want in return?"

"Your soul."

....

"Deal."

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2002

Shawn could help but scratch at his wrist. The mark, only visible to the eyes of few, burned violently. "I heard you and Taker were talking this morning" the deep voice of his friend calls. Shawn glances up. "Just welcoming me back" Shawn replies. "Whatcha think of his new look? Me and Kane have been arguing over it since he gained it" xpac asks with a smile. Shawn glances back at his wrist, the mark of the undertaker, burning him the moment he stepped into the arena. The scratching doesn't help but it distracts him. Distracts him from what he did.

"Shawn?" Kevin calls. Shawn looks back up. "Kid asked you a question." Kevin states. Shawn looks at kid who's staring at him concerned. Shawn bites back young him. Young him whod tear the kids head off for even looking at him that way. This was a bad idea, he's too on edge. He tried avoiding taker but it wasn't going to happen. Not that it mattered.

Shawn understood what taker wanted him to avoid truly.

The demon that paid him a visit every month. Shawn wouldn't let him in, but he'd always find a way. Shawn found his bedroom to be the only safe space from the demon. The cold dead green eyes, the nasty smile, evil laugh as he stood in the doorway, taunting Shawn. Mocking Shawn. Playing with Shawn.

"I think it's his best look yet." Shawn responds as he looks down. It wasn't a lie. He did like Takers new look. He looked more human, more alive. Nothing like that monster that tormented him for the past four years. "Oh yeah? Is that because he's all big and strong?" Kid teases.

The atmosphere quickly changes as shawn stops scratching and suddenly closes his hand over the raw spot on his wrist. Kevin notices shawns sudden mood change. His attraction to the same sex wasn't exactly a secret in the group. Him and Scott always enjoyed making the smaller blush. Shawn never minded, he didn't mind the jokes either. He knew the boys never meant any harm. However, Kevin quickly learned of shawns crush and he quickly learned how off limits it was, even too them.

"Ah, he didn't mean that Shawn. You know kid, never knows when to shut his trap" Kevin chuckles moving closer to shawn. "Its fine, Kev." Shawn mutters. Kevin pauses. He doesn't know what happened back in 1998, but something changed his boy toy and it wasn't the damn back injury. "Shawn-" Shawn suddenly stands. "I need to get a drink. Do you boys want anything from the canteen?" He asks. "A water would be nice" show calls from where he and booker are minding their own business. "Nah, I'm good" kid mutters before walking towards them. "Shawn" "do you want anything?" Shawn asks looking at Kevin. Kevin swears there's something dark in shawns eyes. A darkness he's never seen before. "Im fine." Kevin mutters. Shawn just nods and walks out.

"He on something?" Booker suddenly asks. Kevin looks at the new nwo. "What? No, why?" Kevin asks. "Hes scratching his wrist a lot man. Unless that's normal Shawn behaviour, something wrong" show states. "He is a nail biter, the scratching is new" kid points out. Kevin sighs and looks down. "Ill see if hunter knows anything" Kevin mutters before walking out.

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Shawn keeps his head down as he walks down the hall. He has no plan on going to the canteen, unless what he wants is there. Guess show will have to get his own water. "Shawn? Shawn! When did you arrive?" Hunter calls. Shawn stops. Their good now..right? So why does Shawn feel so...on edge? He turns to see his old friend, who is definitely a lot bigger now. Or maybe Shawn was just that small of a man now. "Today" Shawn forces out. "You okay man?" Hunter asks. Of course. Shawn chuckles slightly. He could always tell. "Taker wait up!" A voice yells. Shawn doesn't even answer Hunter.

Shawn turns and immediately meets the green eyes. The area turns dead silent. "Shawn" Taker mutters, his eyes landing on shawns wrist. Shawn can't stop his breathing picking up slightly. "Takes" a younger voice groans. Shawns eyes flicker from takers too the young man before back to taker. "Jeff, not now" Taker snaps. "But you promised!" Jeff sighs. Shawn doesn't let anyone answer; he grabs takers wrist and pulls him towards the empty part of the arena.

Hunter and Jeff are left confused as their respected partners leave. "Uh, is he okay? I didn't think they were friends. I mean he broke his back right? They hate each other, right?" Jeff asks. "Hell if I know anymore" hunter mutters. "Hunt! Can we talk about-" "Shawn? Yeah, cmon" hunter nods leading Kevin away, leaving a poor confused Jeff all alone.

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Taker doesn't say anything as he's pulled into a empty lockeroom. He waits for shawn to let go of him, but it doesn't happen. "You ran from me earlier. Why?" Taker questions. "You don't remember, do you?" Shawn asks quietly. Taker pauses. He thinks back. "I remember the deal-" "no! I mean turning up at my house, every month, once a week. Standing at my bedroom door and..." Shawn snaps before cutting himself off. He pulls his hand away from Taker and scratches his wrist. Taker looks at the mark left by their deal, how red and raw the skin is but how dark the mark is. He grabs Shawn's wrist, stopping him.

"Stop. Your hurting yourself" taker snaps. "It burns so bad" Shawn gasps. Taker looks at the wrist. "You don't remember! Why don't you remember!" Shawn suddenly yells. Taker looks at shawns face, his face covered by short blonde hair that's acting like a curtain. "You cut your hair-" "you cut my hair" Shawn spits lifting his head. Taker swears his newly functional heart stops the moment he sees the tears pouring down shawns face. "Why don't you remember!" Shawn demands. Takers grip tightens on his wrist. "I wish I knew, I remember the deal and the days up to you leaving. Going to war with my own brother and than everything gets hazy. I lost control of my body for his sick games" taker explains. Shawn scoffs. "You? I lost my soul because your casket broke my back!" Shawn yells. Taker frowns.

"You chose that deal, you could of said no" taker growls. "Did I really have a choice? Are you truly a man of your word! Can I wrestle?! Am I healed because I sure don't feel it!" Shawn yells. Taker suddenly snaps.

Shawn gasps as his back hits the wall, as his wrists are pinned above his head. His blue eyes widen in fear as he stares into the angry green ones. "I'd never lie to you shawn" he growls. The mark tingles under Takers touch. "I didnt want to hurt you. It killed me when vince told me the damage. It broke my heart to no longer watch you in the ring. Never doubt that" Taker snaps. "Never doubt what?" Shawn asks quietly. "My feelings for you" Taker spits out.

Both men stare at each other in silence.

My feelings for you.

Shawns heart races as Taker ducks down and kisses him. Its hesitant, unsure; it quickly changes to sure and dominating when Shawn kisses back.

Shawn can't help the sigh as his mark stops burning and instead sends soothing signals too his brain.

Every part of shawns brain is telling him to stop, to run, to fight. But he's wanted this for so damn long. So he doesn't. He lets his eyes close and allows himself to relax into it.

Peace is rare, he won't ruin that again.

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2008

Shawn felt heavy. Felt like scum. He was doing so well.

He was upset and angry.

Upset that JBL found out.

Angry that his mark chose now to burn.

And he's humiliated. He's been made to lie to the fans, to his friends. To him.

And he knows he shouldn't lie to him.

He also should of known JBL, a man who used to be under the curse, can see the mark.

"Man, if I knew no one else could see it, I would of cashed on you sooner" JBL smirks at him. Shawn doesn't reply, he just keeps his head low. "You have become my lucky little charm boy toy. That belt will be mine in no time!" He laughs before leaving, making sure to shove past Shawn on his way.

Shawn stands in silence for a few before dropping to sit on the bench. Tears well in his eyes. How can he tell taker he's been so careless?

"Shawn?" A soft voice calls. He looks up as Taker kneels infront of him. He can't fight the low chuckle that leaves him. Deja vu much?

This time, he threads his fingers into the long black hair. "Are you okay with this storyline? Where did it even come from?" Taker asks. Shawn just smiles as he plays with the long hair. Here he has a demon knelt at his feet. A demon who took his soul all because he broke his back. And yet Shawn feels obliged to protect him from the world?

Bret was right about Shawn. He is a hopeless idiot.

"Shawn?" Taker tries. "Im okay. Vince mentioned it to us awhile ago...It just slipped my mind" Shawn lies. Taker doesn't say anything. He just caresses the mark he left on shawns wrist. "Just gotta get him that belt" Shawn smiles. Taker looks at him with wide and confused eyes. "John's?" "Yeah" Shawn nods. "Why..you wouldn't do that to John.. you care about him too much." And shawns blown it and decides to do what he does best. "Sometimes, we do stupid things" Shawn mutters pulling away from Taker. Taker stays knelt as shawn moves away. "It was an accident." Taker whispers. Shawn closes his eyes, keeping his back to the bigger man. "Of course it was." Shawn scoffs before storming out.

Taker ignores the pain in his chest. Just when he thought him and shawn had finally got there...a wall goes back up. Taker lowers his head. A wall he planned. He took the mans soul. He ruined the mans life.

He destroyed the man he loved, and for what? Paul? His streak? Kane?

It isn't worth it. None of it.

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It didn't take Taker long to find out the truth. It took him less to threaten JBL and warn John. It caused another rift between him and shawn but it got Shawn set free from one monster.

"Why? Why would you agree to this?" Taker demands. "Its none of your business! I told you to stay out of it!" Shawn yells. Taker grabs his marked wrist tightly. Shawn gasps as a burning sensation works through his body. His free hand jolts down and grabs the bigger man's wrist as tears build in his eyes. "It is when some clown is claiming what's mine as his own" taker growls. Shawn looks at him with wide eyes. Blue eyes fill with pain and betrayal "yours?" Shawn asks through gritted teeth. "Mine" taker growls, his eyes rolled back. "You became mine the day you gave me your soul and you need to remember that" Taker snarls.

Shawn let's out a small sob as takers grip tightens and the burning gets hotter. "Taker!" He yelps. Takers eyes roll back, full of confusion. "Stop it! Stop it! It hurts!" Shawn yells as hot tears track down his face. Taker looks down at their hands and gasps, pulling back and away from Shawn immediately. Shawn cups his wrist gently as the burning sides but the throbbing pain stays. "Shawn-" taker tries, reaching for shawn. Shawn doesn't say anything, he just rushes out.

Takers back hits the wall and he hangs his head. He just hurt Shawn. Again.

Maybe he saved Shawn from the wrong monster.

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2009-2010

Their first battle was just anger and pain.

Shawn was angry. Taker was full of pain.

Shawn looked at him like he was a monster. Taker felt shawns soul getting weaker. Their battle gave it some strength but it wasn't enough. Its almost like it was trying to leave taker, as if he didn't deserve Shawn.

Their second battle was just full pain and recovery.

Taker told the world it was streak vs career, he told the world he wanted shawns soul. The truth was, he had taken it back in 1998 and now he was trying to give it back to shawn. Little did he know, shawn wouldn't allow it.

Shawn knew he was being difficult. He was frustrated. Angry. And he was taking that out on the only person who would let him, the devil. Taker went through it all, the tears, the screaming, took hits. All so no one else had to. So shawn would fall again. Shawn was broken long before Taker took his soul and that's something Taker didn't understand.

Shawn knows what happens if he takes the soul back. Kane kindly explained it all too him. He didn't want to loose Taker. Not when he was just recovering again. Not when he was finally seeing his true wants and needs. Not when Taker was ready to utter those words to him.

So, instead of hitting sweetchin music, shawn slaps him, shoves him. Pisses him off. Brings the demon out. Shawn doesn't kick out like planned. Doesn't open his eyes until he feels the deadman stood over him.

Taker rests Shawn against the ropes. "Why?" Taker whispers. "I don't want to lose you. Not now." Shawn whispers. Takers eyes widen. "Wh-what?" He stutters. Shawn smiles sadly.

"I love you."

Taker pulls him into a tight hug. "Please" Taker whispers, his voice choking up. "Please don't" "I do. I'm sorry." Shawn mutters against the mans shoulder.

"I love you"

"I love you so damn much"

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2011

Shawn was too far gone.

It truly was me and the devil.

He ignores his friends pleas. He can't lie to him. He can't stand here and tell Hunter he will defeat Taker. Not when he knows the truth.

Shawn sits and waits. He doesn't wait long. "Im surprised your still here." Is the first thing taker says. "Dont..don't do this to him." Shawn whispers as he traces the mark. He watches as takers jaw clenches. "Shawn I don't have a choice. He wants it and I'll take it." Taker snaps. "Please..I'll feed you more, I'll do anything. Please" Shawn pleads. Taker sighs as he kneels infront of his lover. "You do so much already and your willing to give more for a man that wouldn't do the same?" Taker asks as he gently cups shawns face. "He doesn't understand you like I do. None of them do. For him, for you, it's both the same too me." Shawn admits. Taker examines his face.

"You know what they call me?" Taker asks. "The devil." Shawn nods. "And if they found out. About us? About all of it. What would happen then?" Taker questions. Shawn takes a moment. "It's me and the devil, walking side by side." Shawn responds. Taker smiles slightly. "I always wonder if you'd be this loyal if I never took your soul." Taker admits quietly. Shawn can't fight the smile. "It'd probably take longer, but yes. I don't care what they think. I love you. And if they ever find out, I'll make sure they know" Shawn promises.

Taker just smiles and pulls him into a kiss.

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2012

Shawn stuck to his word.

The end of an era match.

Shawn watched as Taker drove himself to madness, obsessed with the match after Hunter did so much damage to him.

This year it was Shawn pleading with Hunter. Begging him to take the match.

That's when hunter saw it.

The protective gleam in takers green eyes as he loomed over Shawn. The glances and touches. The pleading and bargaining. The way Shawn saved hunter with a simple look and touch.

Hunter felt rage. This monster, this devil had taken his bestfriend. And he made sure taker felt his rage. His anger. His betrayal.

He lost. His rage blinded him and he lost. And taker was the healthier, stronger man. And it suddenly made sense to him. The reason why Shawn was in the match.

"You..you made him more powerful" hunter croaks. Shawn closes his eyes. He feels wrong. Hunters right. Taker feeds off him. It's why he lost so much health last time. "I love him hunter." Is all Shawn can whisper. "That devil" hunter spits. Shawn doesn't say anything as Stephanie walks in with panic in her eyes. He just stands and moves, allowing her to see him. "I won't let him hurt you-" "hunter. I love him. You know I always have." Shawn states before walking out.

He's not surprised to see taker. "Hes angry." Shawn says before taker can ask. "And your technically a cheat" he adds as he takes Takers hand, not caring who sees. "They'll come around eventually" taker mutters before kissing shawns head. "Lets hope." Shawn murmurs.

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Present.

Shawn frowns as watches taker pace in the ring. He's become weaker and shawn? Shawns become stronger.

Who would of thought the devil would give it all up for one human?

Shawn brings his wrist to his mouth and kisses it softly. He watches as energy surges through taker, enough to allow him to catch knight by the throat.

It's not much but it's all Shawn can do.

Taker is so much stronger with shawn by his side. So much happier. At peace.

Shawn ignores the looks from his friends. He still hears the murmuring about him and the devil.

Shawn just traces the invisible mark with a smile.

'Me and the devil'

#wwe #shawn michaels #the undertaker #wwf #hbtaker #undertaker x shawn michaels #shawn x undertaker #triple h #kevin nash #the big show #booker t #sean waltman #john cena #jbl #scott hall #kane #jeff hardy #bret hart #some of these are only mentioned #i apologies

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So Uhhhh. Random 3AM plot bunny? Tw for death and mild blood I guess. This is so random but I needed to write it down because I liked it lol. Have some Rhea x Dom angst. Don't ask me for context because I have no idea either. Not beta read either.

Her footsteps echoed loudly around the maze, accompanied by her heavy breathing. The sound of leaves and sticks loud as she ran through them, uncaring of the cuts already forming on her bare feet.

Rhea could feel her heart beating frantically inside her chest, fear and desperation in her eyes. Her black dress flowing behind her along with the cold wind. She quickly looked behind her, the shouts were getting closer and closer to her, that alone makes her increase her speed. She needed to get there in time, she needed to. Needed to get to Dominik.

But she felt so scared, fear was gripping its claws around her heart, white noise loud in her ears.

Rhea growls in frustration, tears threatening to spill from her eyes as she finds herself staring at another dead end. She quickly looks around at the two other options remaining. She doesn't have much time to think through before picking the left one, as the guards from the bloodline approached closer.

And so, she ran. Ran for her life. For her love, that was outside of the maze, fighting for her along with her friends. Her clan was waiting for her.

A broken and guttural noise of relief leaves her throat as light starts shining in front of her, a sharp contrast against all the misty and darkeness. What she comes to find however, is not exactly what she was expecting. Or perhaps it was- it is still enough to make her pause in her tracks, panting heavily as her blue eyes widening in shock at the scene in front of her.

Rhea's eyes shifted frantically around, trying to take in the scene, but most importantly— she was looking for someone.

'Where's Dom?'

On her right, she could see both Liv and Raquel fighting off what she could barely make out as Zelina and Dakota- it was a battle between spells and lightning overwhelming enough to make Rhea's eyes water.

On her left, Rhea can feel her heart stutter in her chest. Damian was growling in pain and frustration, his claws ripping through Cody's arms as the man chocked him. Cody yells sharply in pain, but still doesn't let go.

Not too far behind them Finn and Drew were fighting off the Uso Siblings—

The battleground was a bloody mess. There were some corpses scattered around, shouts and screams of rage coming from every direction. Rhea could faintly make out Toni and Lyra somewhere out there too, as well as Bianca and Becky.

She is quick enough to overcome her shock when she sees Rey, Eddie and Chyna there as well– wait.

'Since when is Rey on our side?!' Rhea thinks, disbelief clear on her face.

And then– she sees him. Her Dom Dom. And she also sees him.

Roman Reigns. The reason this war began in the first place.

With her heart almost coming out of her throat, Rhea runs once again, blood staining the grass from the cuts on her feet, and she screams;

"DOM!"

The vampire's head shoots towards her direction, red eyes looking at her in shock, before fear quickly replaces it, "RHEA! GET OUT OF HERE!" Dominik screamed, grunting in pain as he receives another sharp blow from Roman in his face.

Roman growls, having also noticed her presence. There is a glint in his eyes, and it's enough to make Rhea shiver and almost makes her stop in her tracks, but she doesn't.

Somewhere with the fight going behind her, Damian had managed to fight Cody off, Liv and Raquel throwing the other two witches they were fighting across the field, Drew had rushed over to help Damian out as well, Finn had joined her— the damphir quick in his tracks, almost quicker than her but not enough.

"DOMINIK WATCH OUT!" Rhea can hear Rey's voice in the background shout just as Roman throws Dominik to the floor, making him yell sharply as the wind is knocked out of him for a moment.

Rhea's eyes widened, a cry leaving her lips as she quickens her speed, why did they have to be so far away?! She can't loose him. No. No. No!

Roman growls, eyes shining with fury as Eddie knocks him to the ground, giving Dominik enough time to get up and start sprinting towards her; Rhea can't focus on anything else, can't focus on the way shouts suddenly increased in volume behind her. She misses Finn yelling at her from behind.

But she does not miss Dominik's eyes widening in horror.

Before Rhea can ask, and happily throw herself in her lover's arms, she sharply stops in her tracks, or rather, something forced her to. For a moment, time seemed to stop, her heartbeat echoing loudly in her ears. And then— a sharp pain in her back almost makes her double over. When icy, blue eyes look down— she sees an arrow sticking out from inside her stomach, and not just an normal arrow.

An arrow filled with poison. A poison, specifically made to kill her.

When Rhea falls, blood dripping from her lips, she finally is in Dominik's arms after so long of being apart, and she can't help but think of the irony of the situation.

Her breath is coming out in short, desperate gasps. Crimson rivers quickly start to pool on her beautiful, black dress and— Dominik is screaming something but she can't really focus. It felt like her body was on fire, and the pain felt like it was tearing her apart from inside out as the poison is already flowing inside her veins.

"You can't leave again! No, No, No this isn't right! This wasn't supposed to happen I-!" Dominik's muffled screams almost made it sound like Rhea was underwater, and her vision is starting to grow blurry— The memories that rushed to her head are familiar, too familiar.

Because this has happened before. So many times. 98 times to be precise. And now, it was 99. 99 times Dominik went back in time to save her and he failed, again.

But Rhea doesn't mind, she's in his arms and she feels safe, even as life slowly leaves her, her body growing limp as tears scroll down her face. She manages to give Dominik's hand one last weak squeeze, and in her final breath, she finally says what she has been wanting to for so long, ever since this mess started—

"I love you."

"Thank you and I'm sorry.' Those are the last words to come to her mind.

And everything goes black.

#rhea ripley #dominik mysterio #the judgment day #vampire!dominik #time travel #i guess??? #3am thoughts #wwe #angst #uhhh other people are here too I guess.