#The Generico!verse

[shanie]

Because we need some goodness in our lives right now...

A fully drafted/written but not finalized scene of "A Great Big (Little) Hunk Of World" I have done that's meant to happen not in the next chapter, but the one after that.

AKA... The part where Kevin shows up.

(And Beef. He's there too.)

Chapter 8 – A New Friend

It was only two weeks after Generico moved in before he had his next show.

Generico had always thought wrestling was great. Ever since he was a little kid introduced to it by his Papá. They would go to the local arena and watch the luchadors, and then whenever possible, watch them on TV. Their TV was never the biggest, but it didn’t matter to Generico. He’d sit right in front of it, wanting to get as close as possible to the action.

When they would go to the arena, the luchadors always felt so far away. Also, the people in the arena would shout so loud, and sometimes it bothered him. But on TV, it felt like he could almost touch them.

And he wanted to. He dreamed of it.

He wanted to be right there with them, in the ring, grappling and flying. The crowd shouting, he’d always thought, wouldn’t be so bad if they were shouting for him, right?

He was right.

And every time he got to wrestle in front of the albeit much smaller crowds of Montreal, it was the biggest thrill. He wanted to give them the best show every night. They sounded so happy when he did his best, even if he didn’t win.

It was so nice of them, that they appreciated him trying. Some people in his life only cared about results. The manager in the kitchen he’d worked at never cared how hard he tried, only if he’d succeeded. But the fans at Le Skratch were different. As long as he tried his hardest, they cheered for him, and sometimes, when he tried REALLY hard, they would sing for him.

He loved it when they sang for him.

But… not all wrestling made him happy.

He hated when he had to fight Kevin.

He didn’t want to fight Kevin ever. Kevin was like the rain and Generico loved rain. Especially with his eyes. Generico could get lost in them. Stormy grey clouds with the most beautiful silver lining. And sometimes, when Kevin was quiet, his voice reminded Generico of a thunderstorm passing in the distance. Just rumbly enough to excite you but you knew you were safe because he wasn’t aimed at you.

But he never wanted to fight Kevin. Because when Kevin was angry, and the storm grew closer…

So, showing up at the arena and finding out that he’d been scheduled to wrestle a tag team match alongside Beef Wellington vs Kevin and SeXXXy Eddy, Generico felt like he’d been punched in the stomach. And chest. And his head was kind of dizzy, really he didn’t like fighting Kevin at all.

Maybe, though… Maybe if he could convince Kevin to swap out for someone else?

It was worth a shot. Or, at least, worth him trying.

Kevin was sitting in a chair on the opposite side of the room everyone was waiting in before the show, drinking a Coca-Cola. It was surprising to Generico, most people in Montreal liked Pepsi. It made sense to Generico; he didn’t really like cola much, it made his mouth feel funny and his head a bit sleepy, but Pepsi to him was way better than Coke.

He drank so much Coke back in Mexico that he’d grown sick of it. It was one of the few ‘memories’ of home he wanted no part of. Coke was so easy to come by in Mexico, in a way that practically anything else wasn’t. Somedays, when it was really hot, Generico would dream of the cleanest, purest glass of water. Something that would cool him off and refresh him without making his head feel funny.

But no. If there was ever any fresh, clean water to spare, it went to his siblings. They needed it more than he did. He happily drank the warm sodas that the twins were able to steal for him from the corner store.

And, since the store always left a display of coke outside of the door, it was the easiest to steal.

He drank so much Coke in Tijuana. So, when he was given the choice, he would always choose Pepsi.

Because if Coke reminded him of everything he’d gone through in Tijuana, Pepsi represented everything he dreamed of in Montreal.

And that made it amazingly better.

But no, strangely, Kevin was drinking Coke.

Generico decided he would remember that for later, in case Kevin ever came over. Maybe he could have some cold for Kevin.

But that was for later. At that moment, he needed to find a way to convince Kevin to swap out for his match.

Carefully, like approaching a really beautiful stray tabby who you weren’t sure if it would scratch you or not, Generico walked up to Kevin.

Kevin’s eyes were on him immediately.

“What?” Kevin asked.

Ok, Generico thought. ‘What’. That means ‘qué’. I can do this…

“Kevin…” Generico began carefully, trying his hardest to remember his English, “Match.”

“Yeah, what about it?” Kevin returned, “I’m gonna kick your ass.”

Generico frowned. That wasn’t…

“No,” Generico tried again, “Us. Match. No… match.”

Why was English so hard?

Also, why was Kevin getting so angry?

“What the fuck are you getting at?” Kevin demanded, rising to his feet to stare Generico down, “You’re already getting a match, and if you piss me off, it’s just gonna go worse for you.”

Kevin was getting even more angry and using more and more words that Generico didn’t understand.

It wasn’t working. But it HAD to.

“Kevin,” Generico tried one more time, “No match… Please.”

The thunderclouds in Kevin’s eyes flashed with lightning.

“Are you chicken-shitting out or something? Because it won’t make me hurt you any les—”

“WHOA!” A voice came from behind Generico and, as Generico turned, he saw Beef Wellington appear beside him… and then push in front of him, positioning himself between Generico and Kevin who was getting angrier every second.

“Whoa,” Beef said again, putting a hand against Generico’s chest. “Whoa. Hold on. Generico? Back off. Kevin, just… can we do the, uhh, reasonably decent thing and not get into a fistfight here? Maybe save it for the ring?”

The lightning didn’t stop glowing in Kevin’s eyes.

“Who the FUCK said I was decent?” Kevin barked back, “I’ll kick the shit out of BOTH of you in the alley out back if I feel like it! Hell, why don’t we—”

“STEEN!” A stern, demanding, and no-way-to-be-ignored voice boomed from across the room, “KNOCK IT OFF!!!”

Generico’s head jerked quickly towards the sound.

It was Manny.

There was a breath tangled up in Generico’s lungs as Manny strode over.

“All three of you,” He said to them, “Break whatever the hell you have going on here up. Beef, Generico,” Manny gestured to the other side of the room, “go over there and stay out of the way.”

Generico tensed up at the confusing English.

“Hey, Generico,” Manny said, turning to him, and switching to the simple, but always so much appreciated Spanish he would use for him, “Calm down. Sit. It’s good.”

Generico nodded. He understood that.

“And Steen?” he said, his voice much harsher than a moment earlier, “Calm down NOW. You’ll get your shot in the ring with Eddy.”

Generico watched as the cruelest smirk formed on Kevin’s face.

“Sure thing, boss,” Kevin sneered and, as he took a half step back, Generico could breathe again.

“Good,” Manny said. “Is everything good here?”

Generico wasn’t sure good was in the building. He didn’t understand a lot of the words everyone was saying, outside of the little bit of Spanish Manny had used, but there was a lot of anger in everyone's tones.

Well, mostly Kevin’s.

And that was bad enough for everyone combined.

Still, Beef was still standing at least partway between him and Kevin, so it wasn’t too bad.

The storm could still pass. For the moment.

“Yeah, I think we’re good here,” Beef said. “Everything’s fine, right Kevin?”

“Yeah,” Kevin replied darkly, “Everything’s great.”

“Shit,” Manny muttered, almost as though he didn’t believe what Kevin said which probably made sense. “Just don’t kill each other until you get out there alright?”

“Sure thing,” Kevin said and the funny feeling in Generico’s chest returned at Kevin’s words. They seemed far more believable.

“Right,” Manny said and, looking between the three of them, something weird came over his face and he rolled his eyes. “Yeah,” he muttered, before walking away, muttering several more things that Generico didn’t understand under his breath.

Manny didn’t seem very happy with them. Generico didn’t like it when Manny was angry.

But he liked it even less when Kevin was angry and, as Kevin stepped closer once more, he gave an angrier look and took an even angrier sip of soda… which a second later he spat back out onto Beef’s chest.

A twisted grin crossed Kevin’s face.

“I’ll see you two in the ring,” he said and, turning, picked up the steel chair he’d been sitting in, along with his gear bag, and pointedly moved it into the far corner of the room before sitting down once more.

Generico heart and face fell.

Kevin was so angry with him. All he’d wanted was to avoid a fight and he knew, he could just tell he’d made it so so much worse.

He began to sniffle.

Beef took one last look at Kevin before turning to face Generico.

“Hey, we’re ok,” He said, taking Generico’s shoulders, “We just…” Generico couldn’t keep from hiccuping in despair, “Jesus, will you just calm down? He’s always like that, here, sit down. Come. Seendatay. Relaxico, whatever. Just over here.”

Beef’s Spanish was much less, well, Spanish. But Generico understood enough and allowed himself to be led to a chair on the other side of the room.

“OK? No problaymo?” Beef asked, crouching in front of Generico. “Hey. Don’t cry. You’re upset? Kick his ass for it. Kick, Kick… uhh, violencia! That.” Generico couldn’t help but smile as Beef’s Not-Spanish shifted into Actual-Spanish “Very good violence, OK? Together. On Kevin. You comprehend?”

Generico’s chest was feeling funny.

None of the other wrestlers had ever tried to speak Spanish to him before. Nobody except Manny.

He didn’t even know any of them knew how.

But… The way Beef had stood between him and Kevin. Had tried to make it better. Had stood up for him.

Had gotten hit with the soda and didn’t even care because Beef was more interested in making sure HE was ok than worrying about how sticky his shirt would be later.

It was almost like…

“Beef...” Generico said softly as he felt his chest glow, “¿Friend?”

But Beef wasn’t paying attention. His focus was on Damian and Viking, the tag champs, who had just barged into the room making a commotion.

There was always something going on in IWS.

Beef rolled his eyes at the noise.

“Whatever,” he groaned, before returning his attention to Generico, “Just be ready ok? Umm… shit… You prepared for us. I think that’s it. Got it?”

Generico understood well enough.

“Yes,” he said in Spanish before adding in English, “Yes.”

“Great. See you out there.”

And with that, Beef stood up, grabbed his bag, and left the room. If Generico had to guess, Beef wanted to change in the bathroom. He always seemed so nervous when there was trouble going on.

Generico understood. More than he wanted to.

But, as Beef was leaving, Generico caught a glance at Kevin, still sitting across the room.

Sitting there and watching him... and looking…

Whatever it looked like was gone the instant their eyes met, with Kevin’s rolled up at the ceiling and another angry sip of soda taken as his attention shifted to Viking who was being loud in the corner (and that Generico was trying to ignore).

What that was, Generico didn’t understand.

Because so much was confusing about people. The way they felt, the way they acted, the things they said in whatever language that he didn’t understand.

But Generico could swear, somehow, almost impossibly, and only for a split second…

Kevin had been looking at him with concern.

[peppermintquartz]

Every time I see the debate over internet misinformation now, all I can think of is that for a good 6 month span of time, a very VERY dedicated group of Wikipedia editors decided they were just going to make shit up on the website for the PWG Tag Team Titles, and the people who tried to correct it would be massively downvoted into it being registered as "Vandalism". I don't know if Wikipedia ever sorted that out but there's an entire, still ongoing WIP in the Genericoverse that ONLY makes sense from a plot perspective due to that random bullshit that the people put on Wikipedia (that I genuinely didn't know about because where the hell am I going to be able to find other sources, Cagematch is NOT that user friendly) Anyway, so if it matters to anyone, the Generico!Verse is actually an AU before the plot shift in "The Happiest Luchador on Earth" because in it, Quicksilver was never horribly brain-injured during his tag run with Generico, and they simply lost the Tag belts at a normal event. (Meaning that Generico, in my universe, never has to deal with the emotional fallout of his friend's career being brutally ended on his watch)

Disinformation is a real problem

[magicmalcolm]

Rating:

Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning

No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationship: 

Finn Balor | Prince Devitt/Sami Zayn | El Generico

Characters:

Finn Balor | Prince Devitt

Sami Zayn | El Generico

Bayley | Davina Rose

Carmella (Professional Wrestling)

Additional Tags:

Text Message Fic

Picture Fic

Established Relationship

Dating For Demons Verse

Finn Balor & Bayley (Friendship)

Super Huffy Fergie Puff

Sami Zayn & Carmella (Friendship)

Are Finn's Abs A Separate Entity?

I might still be too exhausted for a major update, but have this cute lil thing for now!

[ao3feed-ambreigns]

Howling For You

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2yYOXBG

by calhale, setralynn

Between the time when the oceans drank Atlantis and the rise of the sons of Aryas, there was an age undreamed of. A time when the peoples of this earth could shed their skin to become the wolves that lives within their hearts. In this time a great and terrible Alpha king seeks to raise an army of his own children to conqure all the packs within the world. To do so he much have Omegas to bare him soliders. Either wooed by himself or his Alpha-mate or ripped from their packs through bribery and threats, Hunter will claim them all as his.

Dean is one such Omega, sent from his pack to appease the great Alpha-King. But like most things in Dean's life, trouble seems to find him and he's kidnapped by a barbarian Alpha to be held for ransom.

Plagued by dreams of two wolves chasing him, irratic heats, and a life full of difficult decisions, seventeen-year-old Dean will have to grow up and figure out where his heart belongs.

Words: 4336, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: World Wrestling Entertainment

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Underage

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Dean Ambrose | Jon Moxley, Baron Corbin, Roman Reigns, Seth Rollins | Tyler Black, Triple H, Stephanie McMahon, Kevin Owens | Kevin Steen, Sami Zayn | El Generico, Alexa Bliss, Corey Graves | Sterling James Keenan, Rusev, Resev (WWE)

Relationships: Dean Ambrose | Jon Moxley/Baron Corbin, Alexa Bliss/Corey Graves | Sterling James Keenan, Dean Ambrose | Jon Moxley/Baron Corbin/Roman Reigns, Dean Ambrose | Jon Moxley/Roman Reigns, Kevin Owens | Kevin Steen/Sami Zayn | El Generico, Seth Rollins | Tyler Black/Triple H, Stephanie McMahon/Triple H

Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Werewolf, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Dean is a bad Omega, Dean is a Little Shit, Teenage Dean Ambrose, Self-Lubrication, Omega Dean, Omega Verse, Implied Mpreg, Anal Fingering, Virgin Dean, Cal has been reading too much Teen Wolf Fic

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2yYOXBG

[shanie]

As a heads up, after a bit of a scare the other night

If I sort of... vanish... for good... and don't come back...

My AO3 Fannish Next Of Kin arrangment is currently in flux. Person who I had chosen proceeded to block me and now hates me. I have messaged AO3 about trying to undo the agreement without their input, but haven't heard back yet.

So, if something happens to me?

@imabillyami is in charge of things.

Hopefully this doesn't come up but things are getting dicey around here and my health isn't the best. So if Shanie gets un-shanie'd for whatever reason, trust whatever Billy says. They've got the keys in case I can't drive the bus anymore.

[shanie]

Snippet Sunday? No idea.

Have a small snippet of The Happiest Luchador on Earth that I wrote last night, as a teaser (and a promise that I'm not gonna take 6 months to update this time)

............................

Rated T for language only.

Chapter 32 - On Safari

It was almost 2:20 by the time they got to the Safari ride.

Almost. But not quite.

And that not quite meant there was still plenty of time left on the clock to get in the queue.

Although…

“Shit…” Kevin muttered under his breath as he searched his pockets, “They’ve gotta be around here somewhere…”

“Kevin…” Generico whined impatiently. “Animales.”

“I know, I just gotta…”

He checked the hidden back pouch of his waist pack. He didn’t remember putting anything in there, but it would have been a safe place to keep them. Sure enough, they weren’t there either.

“This is stupid,” Kevin grumbled, trying his lower shorts pocket again.

“Que?”

“It’s nothing.”

“QUE???”

“I CAN’T FIND THE TICKETS!” Kevin shouted before swallowing a full-blown scream. All he wanted was to see the rhinos and giraffes and elephants and such. So many animals, potentially right beside the vehicle, and somehow his ass had managed to lose the—

“Kevin,” Generico said softly, placing his hand against Kevin’s arm. “OK.”

Kevin sighed. “No, it’s not OK. We were gonna see so many cool African animals. Animales. This sucks.”

“Kevin,” Generico said again and, for some reason he was reaching into his pocket and pulling out his wallet?

“Generico, we can’t just throw pesos at them to get in. They’ll never—”

Kevin stopped mid-sentence as Generico unfastened his wallet and produced the FastPasses.

Oh…

“I gave them to you…” Kevin said, his voice quiet and full of wonder.

Generico smiled, almost tenderly, and held them out to Kevin.

“Generico kept safe,” he said, “for Kevin.”

All Kevin could do was stare. Mostly at the FastPasses but also at the space between them which he suddenly wished was far smaller.

He chewed on his lip rather than give in to the embrace.

“You know, Generico,” he said, turning his gaze to his friend, “You can be remarkably capable when you want to be.”

Generico said nothing. He didn’t have to.

And in the quiet between them, Kevin took the tickets and turned to the line queue.

The sign still read 2:15. The FastPasses were still active.

“Ok,” Kevin told his friend, not looking back, “I’ve got a burning friggin need for some baby elephants. Let’s get in there before these run out.”

“SÍ!”

“Great. Follow me.”

[shanie]

For Anyone Who Follows My Generico!Verse

I'm sorting out my plans and I wanted to post this.

Anyone who has ever looked at the "Of Masks, Mice, and Men" series like hang on, how many of these things is she planning.

Here is your list. This is, as of right now, the full list of story planned for that saga of prequels to The Happiest Luchador on Earth. There is a listing here for where the Pnuemonia Incident happened just so people know (I don't know if I'm ever actually going to write that one, it's almost scarier if I let everyone else imagine how horrific it was), and there is an unlisted story called "You've Got A Friend In Me" that is going to be an episodic-chapter story that covers this entire universe from Rebecca's (Becky Lynch's) perspective.

But beyond that? This is the list of titles and times without any context.

Put behind cut for those who don't even want titles:

Table of Contents for The Generico!Verse Prequels

Someone Worth Melting For (December 2003)

A Great Big (Little) Hunk Of World (October 2003-February 2004)

The Part That Matters (March 2004)

[Never Wish On Falling Stars] (June 2004)

Pide Un Deseo (Make A Wish) (July 2004)

[A Dark, Cruel, And Sunless World] (May 2005)

A Little Thought For Others (September 2005)

[Opening A Different Door] (September 2005)

[Anyone Can Cook] (October 2005)

[It’s Not A Problem, It’s A Journey] (Summer 2006)

A Lovely Bella Giorno (May 2007)

One Step Closer (July 2007)

[Expulsado, Rejeté, and Banished] (Spring 2008)

[THE PNEUMONIA INCIDENT HAPPENS HERE]

The Perfect Time To Panic (Summer 2008, with Flashbacks)

Never Say Goodbye (December 2008)

The stories in italics are partially posted WIPs and the ones in brackets I haven't even partially posted.

Hope that this gives some of you some info about how involved this universe is. I know it's probably way too much, but I'm having an enormous amount of fun and writing these is unlocking shrimp colors of self-therapy and healing, so I'm gonna keep going.

I also hope at least some of you will continue to travel with me on this journey. Now that I have my thoughts down, I'm gonna try to work on the rest of the fills in order, but we'll see. In the meantime, thanks for everyone who has supported me in this and, even more, thanks so much to the people who will keep my ass in line at about 5am my time and remind me to do important things like eat and sleep now and then. You know who you are, and you are LIFESAVERS.

I love you all.

Thank you all for everything.

[shanie]

NEW CHAPTER OF BELLA GIORNO!!!!

In this chapter, Generico and Kevin have dinner.

That's it

That's the chapter.

So to anyone who read Chapter 5 months ago and thought "Gosh I hope they have a really nice dinner", here you go. Enjoy!

oh, small thing TW: Alcohol mention this chapter. Sorry, if you've ever been to Olive Garden, you know why it's there, but it's just that one line. Sorry again.

[shanie]

Since I have been reliably informed that nobody would ever care to actually read a fanfic about Generico’s backstory in Mexico, I have compiled a short(ish) list of info about Generico and his family that I want to share (because they are the bits that are IMPORTANT to the Generico!verse).

CW: Canonical character death/Parental death (obviously), Alcohol and Drugs (implied), Adoption, Family trauma (canonical), Poverty (Canonical), Homelessness (Canonical), Catholicism (Pretty sure that’s also canonical) Like, this is the most depressing backstory ever, but then, like, so is the canon. Generico!verse content and backstory under cut (but no actual spoilers for future stories. This is ALL BACKSTORY)

First and foremost.

List of Generico’s siblings as it pertains to the Generico!verse, with their ages at the date of their father’s death

Generico: 14  Rosa: 14  Michal and Tomás: 13  Miguel: 12  Maríe and “Ría” (María): 11  Daniella: 10  Joseph: 9  Ana: 8  Solandro and Luna: 8  Isabella: 6  Cedro: 5  “Liví” (Olivia): 4  Note: There are two children younger than Livi. Their names are never given, but one is about 2 and a half and one is a little over a year

Ok, now that that is out of the way.

Generico’s mother dies first. She gets sick after giving birth and never recovers. It’s a short but brutal illness, and when she dies, only her husband is with her. The children are at the house where Generico and Rosa are keeping them from having to watch their mom die. Oh, and it’s sort of implied that part of the reason that Generico’s mom dies is because of the cumulative damage caused by her having far too many children in too short a span of time and, well… she just runs out of luck. And, as for why there were so many children? Something something Catholic something in love but no birth control something. You know. That. In case you were wondering where that whole thing about Generico kind of having a grudge against God and preferring to believe in fairies comes from. Also, RE: this, do NOT worry, outside of if I ever decide to write a Christmas story, the happenstance fact of both Kevin Steen and El Generico being Catholic in this universe is never made a thing. Ever. This is a safe space. It’ll come up MAAAAAAAAAAAAYBE in passing. If I feel like it. I probably won’t. Kevin is lapsed at best and Generico really does have a grudge against God. It would take a HELL of a lot to get either one of them into a church. If anything, they’d have a moment bonding over how much Catholicism SUCKS. It does. Sorry not sorry, raised by a devout Catholic father who forced my mother to give up both her beliefs and her family to be permitted his hand in marriage, and the both of us have suffered our whole lives because of him and the bullshit his faith installed in his brain. I also hold a grudge, as it turns out. ANYWAY…

Generico’s father dies one year later EXACTLY. Never getting past the mourning of his beloved wife, on the anniversary of her death, he tries to drown the pain and… well… *drowns*. It’s Generico who finds him in the middle of the night, unresponsive, and there’s no way to save him. He’s too far gone. The only thing Generico can do is try to hide the cause of death so his siblings never find out what he did, and… well, funny thing, his brain decides the best way to keep from ever having to talk about how his dad died is to just NEVER TALK AGAIN. … Funny how that works.

Immediately after Generico’s father’s death is reported and cleared, the two baby siblings are taken from the rest of them by “caring” family members. Generico freaks out about this, realizing that his family is going to be broken up, and in the middle of the night, gathers up his remaining family, and escapes into the night into the city.

Generico first shelters his family in an alleyway, but it’s far too conspicuous. And not safe. So before long, Michal and Tomás (the oldest twins) discover that there is a “room available” at a historic, abandoned hotel, and Generico takes the family and “moves in”.

Michal and Tomás are identical twin brothers btw. They are so mischievous and resourceful. Absolute tricksters. I swear their first mission in life is to help care for the family, but the second mission is to fulfill the first with as much chaos as possible. These are EXACTLY the sorts of twins who would spend a week attending each other’s classes at school to see if anyone would notice, and then they would only get found out when one of them gets their family called into the office for the latest attempt at chaos and THEY realize “Wait, that’s TOMÁS, not Michal!” Michal and Tomás also are both AroAce. They have no time, desire, or need for romantic relationships, but later in life do develop a close friend circle. However, if you tried to separate them, you would fail. They have Usos levels of connection. You could put a whole ass continent between them, they would STILL SENSE EACH OTHER. You wanna talk about a case of “Soulmates aren’t just romantic?” Here you go. Most of the “nice” things that Generico and his family had in the hotel were provided by these two and the fact that they knew how to exploit their “Twin Magic” to rob establishments BLIND.

Rosa is only 9 months younger than Generico, and she was a premie. She’s the “Mom” of the family who stays at him to raise the kids (while Generico washes dishes). Probably the most intelligent, practical, and nurturing teenager you will ever meet, she was already wise beyond her years when her MOM died.

Correction, the most intelligent teenager you will ever meet is Miguel. Miguel is straight-up GIFTED… but in the way that he’s not really the most street-smart. One of those “High intelligence, low wisdom” types. Miguel spends as much time as he can at the library and will bring books back to the hotel for Rosa to read. As far as someone trying to act as a “teacher” for the rest of the family? That’s Miguel.

Marie and Maria (Ria) were named by Generico’s dad who had an… interesting sense of humor. They’re fraternal sisters and quite different in personality, but if you were ever wondering why Generico doesn’t think anything is odd about Carla’s best friend being named Carlos, this is why. To him, they’re just names. Nothing strange about that at all. (KEVIN on the other hand…)

Solandro and Luna are fraternal twins, one brother, one sister. When Generico (then 8) found out that his mom had both “a boy and a girl in her belly”, Generico commented like it was having “Both the sun and moon inside you at once”. When the babies were born, it was in the middle of the night. A difficult labor, there was a full 40 minutes between the babies… enough for the date to turn, meaning one was born at night, and one in the morning. (Somewhere, in typing this, I can hear The New Day getting into an argument, YES THEY’RE STILL TWINS!!!!) When this happened, Generico’s mom remembered what he said, and named the first twin “Moon” and the second twin “Sun” (Luna and Solandro).

This has NO bearing on the story or universe at this point outside of just another nice anecdote about Generico and his mom.

If there is any one sibling, however, who has the most relevancy to the plot… it’s Livi.

Livi, short for Olivia, is autistic like Generico, but also learning disabled. Only three when their mom died, she never saw the inside of so much of a PRESCHOOL by the time Generico took them to the streets. Barely verbal at all or able to communicate, she is the most loving, precious child you will ever meet… and Generico, upon realizing that Livi was like him, IMMEDIATELY WAS ATTACHED.

Generico became instantly super-protective and caring for Livi in a way he wasn’t really with any other of his siblings. In return, Livi bonded with HIM, and yeah. They just UNDERSTOOD each other.

However, a child like Livi…  doesn’t do well on the streets. As such, nothing Generico could do could keep up with her needs and, when she reached age 7 and still couldn’t really talk or read or do much of anything that 7 year olds should be able to do, her inability to take care of herself led to her getting into something she shouldn’t (use your imagination on that one, I’m not going to write that part out it’s too depressing) and Generico had to rush her to the hospital. When the doctors realized there was this 7-year-old who clearly had never seen the inside of a school, was horribly malnourished, and wearing filthy clothes, they IMMEDIATELY called social services. Generico was confronted about her and, with his street smarts, immediately realized what was happening, fought his way free, and fled into the night knowing he would never see his sister ever again.

When he got home and managed to communicate with Rosa what happened (the best he could) they realized together that, like it or not, Generico’s under-the-table job and the twins’ theft would never be able to provide their family the life they deserved. So, THAT is what inspired Generico to run away to Canada and become a luchador. So that none of his other siblings would suffer the same fate as his beloved Livi.

Livi does very much survive, by the way, and she gets taken in by a loving family who actually fully adopt her and give her the life she never had, while also doing everything in their power to accommodate her special needs, as well as the trauma of being taken from her family. Don’t worry, that story has a happy ending planned, I just gotta GET there!

Emilio. Emilio (mentioned already) was a friend of Generico’s father before he died and, when he did die, Emilio did everything he could to help out. He was a single guy on his own, barely getting by as well, but DAMN if he didn’t care about those kids. So, he managed to convince his boss at the restaurant (NOT the one Generico’s dad worked at) to let Generico work under the table as a dishwasher. In return, Emilio acted as a mentor to Generico, helping him grow from a scared, traumatized child into a very resourceful and capable young man. Most of the life skills that Generico has when he gets to Canada are because of Emilio. And, when the realization came that Generico had to leave, Emilio was the one to give Generico the funds to get to Canada as well gifting him with something that he’d wanted to for months, in the hopes that it would allow Generico to fulfill his dreams.

A luchador mask.

And, when Generico got to Canada at the age of 17, it was through Emilio that he was able to provide for his family, as Rosa was still too young to establish a bank account on her own.

Really, Generico hasn’t had a whole lot of allies in his life, but there are at least a few people, like Emilio and Carla (and Kevin) who saw him, and immediately their hearts went out to him and they just HAD to help.

Anyway, sorry if this all seems really depressing. Truth is, El Generico as a character, whether you want to admit it or not, has hands down one of the most DEPRESSING backstories of any wrestling gimmick ever. Like, lololol, he’s an orphan who raised his family on the streets of Tijuana… you DO realize that means he buried both his parents as a CHILD and then spent the rest of his childhood HOMELESS???

Sometimes I think people like to say that stuff about being a street urchin without ever thinking about how truly HORRIFIC a situation that would be.

He came out of it as a shining ball of kindness and light but that’s just because of the strength of his character that survived despite the hardship. He has Seen. Some. Shit. And LIVED. THROUGH. MORE. SHIT. Give credit where credit is due about him not coming out of it a complete mess, too traumatized to function.

He lost his voice. He didn’t lose his soul. And we should all be grateful for that.

[shanie]

SNIPPET SUNDAY (or whatever, I just wanted to share)

A small section of what I've written tonight from a fanfic in the Generico!Verse

Spoilers below for multiple stories in the Generico!verse.

.............

A quiet fell between them for a moment before Carla continued, her voice low and dark like an impending artillery assault.

“Listen to me,” she told him, and fuck she was intense, “That is my Little One in there. I would do *anything* for him. When I moved out of this complex a month ago, it was because he wanted me to. I came back here today because of him. There is nothing I won’t do to keep him safe.”

She leaned forward and Kevin almost wanted to run from how her eyes were burning holes through him. Run, hide, leave the country, whatever it took to escape the ferocity of her gaze.

“If you hurt him," Carla continued darkly, "if you take advantage of him like every other person he unwisely chose to trust…”

There was something about Carla that was downright terrifying as she spoke.

“I may not be trained or employed to hurt people for a living… but so help me god, Kevin Steen, you will wake up on fire.”

[shanie]

THE NEXT CHAPTER OF THE STEENERICO DISNEY FIC IS FINALLY UP!!!

In this chapter, Kevin and Generico stop for beverages on their way to the Safari ride. Should be easy enough to do in 20 minutes.

Unfortunately, Kevin Steen finds himself having a mini mental breakdown over his bottle of Coca-Cola.

Posted in honor of my birthday on the 10th.

ENJOY!

[shanie]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: International Wrestling Syndicate, Professional Wrestling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kevin Owens | Kevin Steen & Sami Zayn | El Generico Characters: Kevin Owens | Kevin Steen, Sami Zayn | El Generico, Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: hunger, Poverty, Food, Canon-Typical Violence, Generico is REALLY friggin hungry, El Generico is not Sami Zayn Series: Part 3 of Of Masks, Mice, and Men Summary:

Generico has been OFF for some time.

As much candy and chips as Kevin Steen is stashing in Generico's bag at shows, it clearly isn't enough to keep him fed, nor are the annoying small paychecks that the local wrestling scene offered.

Someone is going to have to keep Generico fed and in peak wrestling condition.

Unfortunately for Kevin, it's him. ______________________________________________

NEW STORY IN THE GENERICO!VERSE!!!

Of Note: If it seems like these stories are shitting all over the poor and Montreal-Nord, I promise, that’s just because these are the early stories in the timeline. I have plans for Generico’s little corner of the city, I just have to get around to writing them. Hopefully, you will get to meet many colorful characters and some fun and exciting places around the neighborhood. I have this one idea for a video rental store.....

[shanie]

OK, so this isn't just yeeting pasta at this point, this is me just writing because I want to put positivity in the world for a change.

Anyway, sample of an idea for a story I have involving a new OC I'm workshopping named Abuela Carla. It takes place in July of 2004 and I don't even know where in the numbering of 'Of Masks Mice and Men' this would fall. After the first, definitely, but the tidbit I last shared comes BEFORE this (and is the story where Carla is introduced). So yeah, this contains spoilers for other WIPs that haven't been posted yet, so whatever. It's rated G though and is as warm and fuzzy as they get.

Story Title (for now): Wishes Come True

Birthdays were... days. 

Sometimes, El Generico had great days. Days where everything seemed to go right. He would win his match, sometimes a couple, or he’d find a five dollar bill on the ground by the laundromat with nobody around who it might belong to. Sometimes, there were *really* great days, like the day he got his new apartment, that Generico didn’t even realize were the best days yet, they just had promise. Promises of better days to come, of better times to come. 

Some days just had a warm feeling to them like everything would be ok. 

But other days just... sucked. 

The day that Generico won the IWS title, a month prior, had qualified as one of those days.  

He’d been so happy. Finally, he was champion! Everything was going to be great! He would take the title home and put it on his TV tray to look at, and every time he saw it he would smile knowing he made it. 

He hadn’t even gotten it home. 

Kevin, beautiful, cruel Kevin, had stolen it from him moments later. 

Generico didn’t understand. How could Kevin be like that? Sure, they fought. That was what they did. And sure, there was that one time Kevin had given him a concussion on purpose, but still. Kevin had given him food. And, ok, so that was one time, but there was just something about Kevin, something that Generico couldn’t understand, he was so... so... 

Wonderful. 

Like a beautiful thunderstorm that would light up the night sky and make the flowers grow. 

But that night, Kevin had been cruel, taking his title off him before he could even really enjoy it. 

His Abuela had been at ringside.  She was proud, she always was. 

But he wanted to make her prouder. 

It was a bad day. 

There had been plenty of bad days since then and troublingly few good ones.  

So when Generico’s birthday came around yet again, in the middle of July as always, he wasn’t expecting much. It was another day and, considering when he woke up that morning it was dismal and overcast outside without any rain to go out and enjoy, he was expecting it to be a bad one. 

He was twenty. 

Twenty years old and, no, he wasn’t doing too poorly. He had his own apartment, which was amazing. It was the best feeling ever having his own place. But money had been so tight that he barely had any to send home.  

His poor family.  He’d come to Canada to give them a better life and, even with him pinching every penny and barely keeping enough to feed himself, there just wasn’t enough to send back home that would make a difference. 

Sometimes, when his Abuela would have him over to watch Raw and Smackdown, he would dream of being there, wrestling in front of thousands and making thousands, so much money that he could send home. Anything to keep his family fed. 

They deserved the world, his family, and he’d do anything to give it to them. He’d endure so many bad days if it meant they could have good ones. 

They meant everything to him.  Them and his Abuela.  His reasons to keep going, to wake up in the morning. As long as he had them, he would be ok. The sun would rise, and they would be there, wherever they were, to see it with him. 

And that was the best thing in the whole world. 

But there had been no sun to watch rise from his window that morning, so he wasn’t expecting much as far as birthdays went.  

So, mid afternoon when he heard his Abuela’s knock on the door, he was excited to see her, but not expecting anything special. 

“¡Little one!” She greeted him in Spanish, “¿Did you do as I asked?” 

Generico was confused. “What?” 

“¡The space! ¿Did you clear the space like I asked?” 

Oh! Right! 

The night before, Abuela had told him to clean the floor in the corner of his living room. He didn’t know why, so he hadn’t done so, but there she was asking if he had and he kind of felt bad about it. 

“No,” Generico replied, hanging and shaking his head. 

Carla looked past him into the apartment, then back to him. 

“¡Go!” she told him urgently, “Hurry. Go make a space. ¡GO!” 

Generico wasn’t going to argue, rushing inside and quickly cleaning up the corner where he’d tossed his gear from the weekend before in expectation of washing it as soon as he had the money. He picked up the comic books that he’d left there, well worn and loved. He didn’t have money for many of them, but the store down the street had the Undertaker ones from a few years back on discount and he’d treated himself to the first three.  

He set aside the empty boxes that he’d been saving – Generico always saved boxes, the really good ones made nice tables – and carefully moved the thrift store lamp that he’d set on the floor in the corner. 

When he was done, there was a nice open space for... well, whatever Abuela had in mind. Maybe she had gotten him some groceries? He was running low on noodles and chicken, and oooh, maybe she bought him one of those boxes of snack cakes? The ones with the chocolate? Those were amazing. 

There was another knock at the door, Abuela’s knock, and this time he hurried excitedly to answer it. 

“Abuela!” Generico exclaimed... and then stopped. 

“Apportez-le ici, les garçons,” Carla said to the large, bulky men standing behind her in the hallway. 

They looked a bit scary. The one had tattoos on his arms, and was tall, while the other reminded him a bit of Kevin. 

But it wasn’t their looks that stopped him in his tracks.  It was what they were holding. 

A table.  A dining table.  The most beautiful dining table Generico had ever seen. 

“¿Well?” Carla asked, returning to Spanish and startling Generico from his thoughts, “¿Are you going to let them in, or are you going to keep blocking the door?” 

Generico moved. 

Silently, carefully, as if he moved too much the promise of the day would be stolen from him like his title was. But, somehow, someway, the large men brought the table into his apartment with Carla following. 

“Juste là, dans le coin,” Carla added and, while Generico didn’t understand much French at all, his Abuela’s gestures to the cleaned-out corner, followed by the men positioning the table there made the meaning clear enough. 

So much promise. 

The day was so... so... 

Generico felt his whole body tense. 

It was too much promise.  There was no way it could be real but, sure enough, moments later the men left and returned shortly after with three matching chairs for the table. Those too went in the corner. 

His corner.  HIS CORNER. 

When the men left, and Carla closed and locked the door behind them, Generico was nervous. He didn’t mean to be, but something was wrong. Did the men steal the table for him? Carla was speaking French, they couldn’t have been anyone she normally helped, but the men were big. Maybe they had stolen it. Maybe someone was going to come and steal it back. 

There was no way he could ever own a table that nice.   He certainly hadn’t paid for it or earned it. 

But... it was certainly nice to look at in his corner. 

Slowly, gently, he ran his fingers along the hardwood top. It was smooth and and solid, nothing like his TV tray that kept getting knocked over. And there was a beautiful stain to it that reflected the dim overhead light, although, there... there was a scratch along the top, clear as day.  

He traced his finger along the scratch. 

It was beautiful.   But it wasn’t his. 

It wasn’t his table.  It couldn’t be.  But he could pretend for a bit at lea– 

“The table is yours, Generico,” Abuela Carla told him impossibly. 

Generico looked at her. She was speaking Spanish, but the words sounded strange. 

“What?” he returned. 

“Apologies that it only has three chairs. The fourth was missing when I purchased it. That’s *how* I purchased it, along with the scratches. It’s not perfect but, I was hoping that you could enjoy it anyway. You could certainly use a nice piece of furniture in here. Something besides your air mattress and stuff from curbside.” 

Generico began to shake. 

“Happy birthday, little one.” 

There were... tears? Welling up in his eyes?  

Generico was confused. Why was he crying? It was turning out to be a great day, so much promise, why was he sad? It didn’t make sense... 

He felt his knees begin to wobble but, before he could fall, there Abuela was, guiding him to one of the new chairs, oh, they were so solid under him and suddenly he was crying more... 

[shanie]

WIP Wednesday!

Just a little something I'm experimenting with for the Generico!Verse. It's not ready to be published yet, this is just straight up experimentation, but it's a story from Generico's POV that takes place right around the same time as "Someone Worth Melting For", with the story starting before that one, and ending after it.

The story will be called

A Great Big (Little) Hunk of World.

Rated T, but includes mentions of canonical parent death. (Generico is still an orphan)

(Story below cut)

“Look, there’s a great big hunk of world down there with no fence around it where two dogs can find adventure and excitement... and beyond those distant hills, who knows what wonderful experiences.”

- Lady and the Tramp

There was a big difference between a house and a home.

Houses were big, usually. In his life, El Generico had seen smaller ones but they were usually some level of building.

Actually, Generico was pretty sure that was the definition of a house. A building you live in? Wait no, you could live in all sorts of buildings. A homeless shelter was a building but it certainly wasn’t a house.

More importantly, it wasn’t a home.

And as El Generico walked out of the large shared house he’d been crashing on the couch of since soon after arriving in Canada, he took a moment to enjoy the crisp, fall air, before heading out into the much larger world to look once more for a home.

The first place Generico looked was The Village. Really, he wasn’t sure why he was supposed to look there, but the other guys in the house, when he first had expressed interest in getting a home or his own, kept saying The Village. There were other words they used too, with laughter among themselves, and while Generico was still trying to learn English, French was completely lost on him. But The Village seemed like a lead, and after figuring out where it was, he took his envelope of money there and started looking.

There were… no homes for him in The Village. The people there were kind, nobody called him names or pointed at him, and there was this one pair of sisters, the kind who weren’t actually sisters, who tried to talk to him.

He learned a new English word that day. It was a good word, “lesbians”, it made sense. It was just like the right word for them, just missing an A.

But even with their kindness, he still couldn’t find an apartment there in his price range.

Or that was willing to rent to him.

It didn’t make sense. Didn’t they want his money? Did he not write his request in the note well enough? He’d spent a whole day at the library translating a letter to give the landlords, but every time he handed it to them, they scoffed.

It was frustrating, as was every subsequent place he struck out in.

Finally, he asked Kevin.

Kevin.

Beautiful Kevin.

Kevin who had given him food once when he was so hungry. It had never seemed fair how his roommates wouldn’t share willingly, and he knew better than to steal from the people offering him shelter, but Kevin had bought him food.

Kevin could be trusted, Generico knew it.

So when showed Kevin his note, and Kevin made a comment about a place called Villeray-Saint-Michel, he knew it was just the place to look.

So, taking his envelope of money, he got on the bus and headed there.

There were no homes there either, but at least there were people he could understand! It was like music the way the soft sounds of his own language floated through the air at the coffee shop he had taken shelter in from the rain. The most beautiful ballads singing in his ears, far from the noise and anger of English and the melded confusion of French. There was a couple at the table beside him who was having bagels and were discussing their upcoming child. The mother had a beautiful baby bump and looked like she was glowing.

Generico was so happy for her. They seemed like they’d make good parents, provided they lived long enough to raise their child.

That thought had made him less happy. He began to sniffle and hiccup and as a tear rolled into the corner of his mask, he heard the mother’s voice turn to him, addressing him in Spanish.

“¿Are you ok?”, she asked, “¿You understand Spanish, right? ¿You're a luchador?”

Generico nodded.

“¿Then why are you crying?”

Generico only began to cry harder.

Moms were the best, the way they cared for you and dried your tears. The way that moms just knew when you were sad and would make it better.

The new mom was making it better for him at least.

Words were hard. They had been for a very long time, years even. There was a time when they weren’t but his words had left him when his parents had, the void they left behind leaving him so empty that he couldn’t remember how words worked. As though the connection between his mind and his mouth had broken.

But when the mother moved her chair beside him and put her arm around him, the words came back.

“Mama. Papa. They’re gone.” He cried. “Now? No home.”

“¿Are you homeless or looking for a place to live?”

Generico wiped his nose on his wrist and pulled the folded note from his jacket pocket, handing it to her. She took a moment to read it, before, tapping the bottom of the note where Generico had listed his price range, she sighed softly.

“¿Do you have a name?” she asked.

“Generico,” he replied, giving the one he’d grown to know since arriving in Canada, “El Generico”

“Well, Generico, I don’t think you’ll find an apartment here with this budget. This is…”

She trailed off before Generico watched her share a look with her husband.

“¿Have you tried The North?”

Generico looked up. “What?”

“Montréal-Nord. It’s a neighborhood in the North part of the city. On this budget, it’s one of the only places you would be able to afford.”

Montréal-Nord. Generico had never heard of that place before. In the north? Literally? He’d have to look. Maybe he could find his home there.

He began to relax as his tears subsided. Taking his note back, he smiled at the kind mother, before asking.

“North. Is it nice?”

The mother smiled warmly at him. “You seem like the sweetest child. ¿Are you hungry? ¿Would you like a muffin?”

He was really hungry. And even though she hadn’t answered him, he wasn’t about to pass up a free muffin.

“Yes,” he told her, “Very hungry. Do they have free water here?”

The nice woman smiled even warmer, wrapping him in a fuzzy blanket with her kindness before replying, “I’ll get you a hot chocolate.”

And with that, she patted his leg and carefully got up from the table, taking her purse with her.

Generico’s soul sang.

Moms really are the best, he thought silently, as he folded his note up and stuffed it back in his jacket.

[shanie]

Seven Sentence Sunday Monday

Since I slept through the tag by @afterdarkprincess, I'm posting this now.

Literally, the last seven sentences I wrote.

....

Generico’s face tilted upward, his eyes peering at Kevin.

“Que?” he asked.

Kevin sniffled, “It's just, I’m guessing you’ve never told anyone this before, so… yeah. Keep talking if you need to. I couldn't tell anyone what you're saying if I wanted to.”

Generico’s cries were subsiding but, as if the words were somehow the most important ones he’d said yet, his friend spoke one more message with a tone so deep and serious that Kevin would have given up any potential match or title shot to know what it meant.

“Yo también moriría por ti.”

Tagging @imabillyami and anyone else who wants to do this

[shanie]

Teaser Thursday!!!

For no other reason than I want to share.

First section of the final chapter of "Never Say Goodbye" under cut:

Someone was touching him.

Kevin didn’t open his eyes right away as he awoke, but he did engage his brain trying to figure out what was happening. He was awake, he was almost certain he hadn’t been, but now someone was touching him.

Running their fingers through his hair.

Like an ocean breeze.

Kevin stirred slightly and, as he did, he heard a gasp as the sensation against his scalp abruptly halted.

It was then that he opened his eyes.... to see Generico, lips parted and eyes wide laying in bed facing him like he’d been caught.

It only took Kevin two seconds to process that he had.

“Generico...?” Kevin asked, his voice still groggy with sleep, “Were you...”

“Lo... lo siento,” the response came.

Everything was coming into view.

“Generico what were you doing?”

His partner’s only response was to look distressed.

“We don’t do that!” he continued, his voice raising, “We sleep together – I mean not really, we do, but not like – but we never do that!”

Generico let out a low whine followed by a word, just one word that Kevin couldn’t quite make out.

“What was that?” he questioned.

“P-Playa,” Generico stammered, “Beach. We go.”

“We go where?”

“We go to the beach.”

The sentence smashed Steen in the face like a Triple H sledgehammer.

We go to the beach.

The dream came rushing back to him.

We go to the beach.

No, Generico couldn’t have...

We go to the beach.

Nothing can hurt us at the beach.

He figured he’d ask.

“Generico? Were you... talking to me? While I was sleeping?

The luchador nodded against the pillow.

“I was having a nightmare. And you knew.”

Another nod.

“So you told me to go to the beach.”

The third nod was stronger than the first two and accompanied by Generico scrunching his face as though the revelation of his actions was making him emotional. And, upon seeing his friend’s face, the emotions it contained, and running off one of his wilder hunches, Steen did what had to be one of the most dangerous things he’d done in recent memory.

He asked a terrifying question.

“... Has this happened before?”

The final nod was an even bigger sledgehammer than the first.

It all made sense. Kevin had always felt more rested when he slept in the same bed as Generico, and Generico always seemed happier afterwards. How many nights had gone down just like that one? How often had he had nightmares that Generico had sent him to the beach to end? How many terrors had been dissolved and forgotten long before he awoke because on that night they had once again gotten stuck (blessed) with a room with only one bed?

How many nights had Generico laid beside him offering gentle comfort and touches, all in an attempt to give him a better night’s sleep?

Somehow, through some bizarre freakish act of God, nature, fate, or whatever bullshit was enacting upon him at that moment, Kevin didn’t know what to say.

The only thing he could do was reach across the divide and run his thumb against the stitching of Generico’s mask, as if somehow, someway, the reciprocated touch could offer Generico eternal repayment for his kindness.

Unfortunately, as Steen ran his thumb along the bottom edge of Generico’s eyehole, he found something else besides reciprocation awaiting him.

Dampness.

Generico had been crying.

Suddenly, the events of the previous night returned to him. The stuff from before he went back to sleep.

Before his nightmare.

And after Generico’s.