#X-Pac DX

[dilanmoodboards]

I was watching old Raw and saw this clip of Shawn and Kid, when Shawn was comissioner, and I needed to share it.

Look how Kid completly drops character the moment Shawn calls him Kid. It's just so cute.

[blowflyfag]

[mr-wrestlemania]

Am i doing this instead of writing? maybe.

[84reedsy]

Happy "Sean Waltman Fridaaaaaay"!

Enjoy the crotch chop compilation!

Next week, it's the Bronco Buster 🥵🥵🥵🥵

[rebelkelley0219]

[salemshotspot]

THE ONLY MEDICINE I NEED

Razor Ramon x 123 Kid

WORD COUNT: 1.1k

DESC: Razor is the only thing that Kid can think of when he can't sleep [BASED ON THE BELOW MESSAGE FROM @outsiderswolfpac]

WARNINGS: Not Proof Read//Implied Anxiety//Mentions And Descriptions Of Sleep Problems//Brief Mentions Of Self-Hatred//Implied Paranoia And Delusions//Mentions Sleep Medication//Mentions Of Not Taking Meds//Mentions of Self-Destructive Behaviour

A/N >> Drop writing requests in my inbox and lmk if you'd like to be tagged/untagged in any future fics :)

TAGS: @prettyboymichaels-ao3 @outsiderswolfpac

Enjoy!

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Sean defeatedly picked up his phone to check the time, the harsh blue light of his phone causing his eyes to wince; 3:48am in obnoxiously large white digits mocked him. It was the one thing Sean had always hated about himself, ever since he can remember he hasn't been able to sleep. It started at a young age, he was around six years old and he would be overwhelmed with visions of his roof caving in on him while he slept so he did his best to stay awake, almost as if staying awake would somehow ensure this wouldn't happen. He was certain he'd grow out of it, then he turned thirteen and was plagued with nightmares so graphic he still to this day shudders at the thought. Although Sean knew deep down his fears were irrational he couldn't shake them, he couldn't shake the correlation in his mind between sleep and danger, what if he goes to sleep and something bad happens to somebody he cares about? What if he went to sleep and never woke up again? He couldn't comprehend sleep as peaceful, the idea of being alive but not conscious for hours never sat right with him, it terrified the most vulnerable depth of his being.

All of this changed once Sean met Scott, there was something about him which calmed Sean, something about him which made the world stop in place, allowing Sean to feel both safe and calm enough to entertain the idea of sleep. Scott knew this; although he didn't know the exact details as to why Sean found it so difficult to sleep or why Sean needed sleep medication he knew Sean always slept much better while he was around. Both Sean and Scott were staying in a hotel in preparation for an upcoming event and Scott had insisted they book a room together, claiming it's a smart idea money wise, not wanting to let Sean know that not only does he wanted to keep an eye on him but also Scott found himself able to sleep happier when he had Sean safe with him. However the hotel had no rooms which had two beds meaning they had to book separate rooms which, although he didn't want to admit it, worried Scott, leading him to give Kid a spare key to his room 'in case of emergencies.'

From the second they had booked their rooms Sean was determined to not use the key Scott had given to him, Scott was a very straight forward man which is why Sean knew he wouldn't give him a key to his room if he wasn't completely serious about Sean being able to use it at any time so why was Sean so hesitant to do so? Maybe it was his sleep deprived mind attempting to further destroy him but Sean couldn't shake the vivid image of Scott's face painted with anger as he spoke in a mocking fashion; 'you call you struggling to sleep an emergency?' Sighing, Sean came to the conclusion that Scott's ridicule would be easier to stomach than any of the thoughts which were stopping him from sleeping so, grabbing a pillow as an extra barrier of comfort between himself and anything outside of his room, Sean slowly made his way to Scott's room at the other end of the eerily empty hall.

Once at the intimidating door which blocked him from Scott, Sean found himself paralysed, tears threatening to overwhelm his eyes, the idea of being so vulnerable with Scott, admitting to him he couldn't sleep because of a list of incomprehensible factors was almost too much for Sean, he couldn't bring himself to entertain the idea that Scott might actually throw this back in his face. Shaking his head in an attempt to shake the very idea from his mind, Sean muttered under his breath, 'no, Scott wouldn't do that, not to me' before bringing his shaky hand to the door handle to let himself into Scott's room after attempting to quietly unlock the door.

Slowly closing the door behind him, Sean's eyes scanned the room both searching for Scott and checking there was no danger in an attempt to quell his deafening thoughts. If Sean wasn't so worked up he would've smiled and chuckled softly to himself when his eyes landed on Scott who was deep in sleep, Sean has always envied how welcoming sleep was to Scott, what was it about him that made him so much more worthy of the warm embrace of sleep? What was so undesirable about Sean which made him so repulsive to the very concept of rest?

Hugging his pillow tightly, fear and embarrassment overcame Sean as he instinctively turned to leave, the idea of bothering Scott feeling foolish to him now. Before Sean could leave he heard a gruff voice in the dark; 'Sean? Is that you?' In any other situation Scott's voice being so gruff from waking up would've caused Sean's heart to flutter but Sean's self-inflicted guilt just caused tears to fall onto Sean's sunken face as he spoke; 'Scott I'm so sorry for waking you up please don't be mad' Sean's voice fell to a whisper 'I'll leave you to go back to sleep I'm so sorry.' Scott, not fully grasping what was happening shifted in bed and patted the empty space next to him, when Sean stayed stood up Scott muttered sleepily; 'are you getting in or are you going to keep watching me sleep Kid?' A wave of relief washes over Sean as he softly smiles and gingerly walks over to Scott, rolling his eyes at Sean's pace Scott gently grabs Sean once he is in his reach and pulls him down to the bed, instinctively pulling Sean close to his chest, happily humming as he caged Sean in his arms.

A few moments of peaceful silence passed before Scott yawned softly and questioned 'did you forget to take your meds?' To which Sean weakly answered; 'didn't want to take them, it just felt' his voice trailed off 'it just felt like a bad idea Scott' Sean admitted, unable to properly explain to Scott how taking his meds wasn't something his mind would let him do. Scott hummed in understanding; 'tomorrow morning give me your meds, I'll make sure you take them' he stopped once he heard how harsh he sounded, quickly changing his tone, 'I hate seeing you like this Kid, I want to make sure you're looking after yourself and if you're not then I'll do it for you.'

Before Sean could answer, Scott was already asleep once more, even in sleep holding him close, the security of Scott's arms and steady breathe quickly lulled Sean into the sleep he was so desperately craving, Scott assumed he was hearing things in his tired state but he was sure he heard Sean mutter an 'I love you' while the two men fell in and out of sleep.

—————————————————————————— A/N >> I feel like whenever I finish a fic ten more appear in my drafts

[demoralizedreprobate]

[finitofreeway]

[s0re-loser]

Mankind & DX join forces against the Corporation

[littletroubledgrrrl]

[dilanmoodboards]

Wrestlers as children of greek gods (2/?)

D-Generation X

Shawn Michaels, The Heartbreak Kid, as son of Aphrodite, goddess of love, beauty and lust. (She’s also associated with war)

Triple H son of Athena, goddess of wisdom, warfare and handicraft.

Chyna daughter of Ares, god of War and Courage.

X-Pac/Syxx/The 1,2,3 Kid as son of Hermes, messenger god and protector of travelers, thieves, merchants and orators.

Billy Gunn, The Bad Ass, son of Apollo, god of the sun, music, poetry, truth and prophecy.

Jesse James, The Road Dogg, son of Dionysus, god of wine, festivity, insanity, fertility and theatre.

I seriously could have made them all children of Hermes just because of the chaos DX caused, but I tried to make them all children of different gods. Also I can see Triple H and Chyna changing parents, but I chose Athena and Triple H because he is the cerebral assassin.

[blowflyfag]

Hey friends!!! I just wanted to show off all my wrestling Kandi! I’m going to a show tonight. It’s a local wrestling show and I’m super excited since it’s my first show!!!

[ambreignsfan4life]

Who is better out of each faction

[84reedsy]

Because i love him dearly can i ask for a smut hc using Sean Waltman with these two prompts? 32 “you wanna have sex with me” and 83 "you have no idea how much i want you

(Full disclosure, I didn't stop writing where these leaves off... if ya'll want the rest, you know what to do 😎)

His question still rang in your ears, the lingering silence afterwards only thickening the tension in the room. You wanted to answer him, but your tongue felt too heavy and your voice seemed to be paralyzed.

It didn't help that he'd just come from the showers and stood in front of you with only that white towel secured loosely around his hips.

His deep, dark eyes stared curiously at you as if he'd never once considered that your friendly attention had been in fact far more. You could almost see him mentally re-evaluating every word you'd ever said, every look you ever gave, every time he caught you looking at him.

“W-what?” You asked, knowing full well you heard every word that left his mouth and slapped you in the face.

“You wanna have sex with me?” He asked again and the deep resonance of his voice only made the words that much more impactful as you pressed your thighs together unconsciously.

“I mean…” you still stumbled, but at least you found your voice, “the thought had crossed my mind before,” you admitted with a sheepish laugh.

“Really?” He raked a hand through his damp, black waves, his surprise making him that much more endearing. When he took a step toward you, your breath caught in your throat.

This can't really be happening. This can't really be happening. You repeated the mantra, but he still approached you.

“And…ever since, what was it, this first time you laid your eyes on my sexy ass, was it?” He pretended to think as if the words hadn't cemented themselves in his memory.

“I'm going to kill her…” you mumbled referencing your tag partner who's loose lips had struck again.

“Don't be mad,” Sean smirked a little, his eyes now taking more of you in. You're own wrestling gear felt extremely revealing now, there wasn't a curve in you hidden from view and you could easily see the appreciation in his eyes, “I'm glad she told me, makes me feel a little bit less of a deviant,” his tone turned suggestive.

You shyly grinned back, but stepped backward as he approached until the wall blocked your escape.

“Why would you feel like a deviant?” You asked, anxiously awaiting whatever first move he may make.

“Well…a fee reasons actually. One, every time I watch you in the ring, I think about how sweet you must taste,”

Your knees buckled slightly.

“Two, every time you lick your lips, I think about how they'd feel wrapped around me,” he looked downward at himself, the bulge against the towel lengthening and pulsing. His hand Held the knot of the towel, working it slowly looser.

Your core began to tremble.

“Three, every time you get pinned, I imagine it's me laying on top of you, holding you down, making you beg for relief,”

You whimpered quietly.

But now that he was standing nearly against you, he heard the effect his words had.

“As for what you do to me,” his smirk fell as his lips neared yours and you instinctively leaned forward, hoping to meet him. You were locked on his eyes even as you heard the towel hit the floor abs his hands slide along your waist, “You have no idea how much I want you…”

[rebelkelley0219]

[salemshotspot]

I Like My Boyfriends How I Like My Waste; Toxic

TAGS: @outsiderswolfpac