#dustin and greg forever

[gutwrenchflowerbomb]

dustin and greg forever

[elitewrestlinghoe]

[littlemagicalstardust]

Putting wrestling/on-screen characters to the side for a second... I hope both Dustin & Greg are doing well these days. They're both kind of private with their lives and don't really share too much with us. I fully respect and understand completely! However, with all of the news of wrestlers getting injured or having health concerns, it makes me take a moment to think of these guys too. I hope both Dustin & Greg make full recoveries one day. I hope Greg gets to return in-ring again soon and still be a heel and go on the singles run of his dreams. Maybe even win championship gold! I hope Dustin has a successful surgery and everything goes well with recovery. Whether he gets to return in-ring for another run or he stays behind the scenes producing and coaching, I hope he soon gets to live a life where he won't have to wear an ankle brace. Those things are a pain in the ass. It might not hurt and might make life a little easier but man, those suck. Lol! I fully support him doing whatever makes him the happiest! Seriously, these two deserve the world and deserve so much more love than they receive. I'll forever be rooting for these guys to be fully healed and recovered one day. <3

[tabooiart]

STEX APPRECIATION MONTH DAY 1: RUSTY

Favorite Actor(s): GARY CORDICE my all time fav Rusty forever and ever. Also huge shout outs to: Ray Shell, Greg Mowry, and Kevin Köhler <333

Favorite Song/Scenes: The scene right before the final race lives in my head forever. Also OLC Call Me Rusty and also the love ballad ! Actually I love every single scene Rusty is in he always rules

Favorite Costume(s): Firm believer that 80's Bochum Rusty was PEAK in terms of his costume that right there was perfect.

Favorite Ships/Friendships: I am SUCH a prusty shipper they're SO SO SO important. To the point where I don't personally ship Rusty with anyone else oops. As far as friendships go Rusty's relationship with Dustin is so good and so overlooked they are. besties!!!!!

Headcanons: He's a chronic pain/stiffness/fatigue king due to his rust and state of disrepair. I do think that post canon he starts working to combat his issues and get repairs!!!

Unpopular Opinion: Rusty should exclusively be played by baritones or baritenors get these little white tenors OUT OF HERE!!!!!

[tyedyebaby]

oh he's wearing a Dustin & Greg Forever shirt. fuck. shit

[homoeroticgrappling]

NOT CHUCK IN THE DUSTIN AND GREG FOREVER SHIRT

[dustinslovehandles]

I will haunt Tony Kahn for eternity if he tried to do Dustin and Greg dirty like that.

They are all 3 so over with fans.

I don’t like the thought of Orange being solo.

Like yes, he had two amazing runs as International Champion but please please please do not make him a solo act.

The interactions he had with his Besties were life.

If they don’t put them all back together, at least give him Chuck.

Trent has his tag team with Rocky if they want the split to be permanent.

I just don’t like the thought of Chuck or Orange not having a partnership. It feels wrong on ALL levels.

That would be like WWE splitting Kofi and Xavier up. WWE needs a New Day faction and AEW needs a Best Friends faction.

(Also, while I’m happy that Big E is pain-free, my heart broke that his neck isn’t healing completely. I’m okay with him not returning to the ring. But I want his neck to be as close to 100% healed as it can be.)

Oh I absolutely agree with you! They better not actually try and push Dustin and Greg out like that. Hopefully I'm just being paranoid about it!

Totally agree about Orange as well. I like him as a singles wrestler, but he needs to have his friends around him too. Chuck especially, him and Orange have been together forever and are inseperable in my heart.

I kind of fell off following WWE for a bit when it stopped being shown on freeview over here, so I didn't know that about Big E, thank you for telling me. I love him and the New Day boys. Last I saw, E seemed okay, it sucks so much that his neck isn't healing though. I want more than anything for him to live a good and happy life, you know? He deserves it, ray of sunshine that he is.

[rannayagami]

DUSTIN & GREG FOREVER 😭

[or-ng-c-ss-dy]

i woke up at 5 am this morning and couldn’t get back to sleep, so i told myself a story to try and get myself to sleep. but then it ended up being too interesting lol, so i had to stop thinking about it.

it’s pretty rom-com-y but that can be good sometimes.

anyway, dustin and greg open a dog cafe, and jim ends up being dustin’s favorite little customer, under the cut

anyway, dustin is going through the worst break-up of his whole entire life. like this woman he was seeing was supposed to be ~the one~ but she wasn’t and she dumped him and moved out of his apartment, leaving him all low self and alone. he’s out drinking with greg (who conveniently lives in philly for this, don’t ask questions) to try and get over her, maybe meet some women to try and have rebound sex. and they get pretty wasted together and dustin’s too dour to actually talk to women, and greg’s loyal to his gf so he’s not looking at any women either.

anyway, then greg’s like “look at this” and pulls up a youtube video of animal cafes because cute animals always cheer dustin up. it doesn’t really work that well, but he’s watching the videos and then greg’s blurting out “we could do something like this” and drunk low self dustin would normally be like “that’s dumb, neither one of us know how to do anything like this” but greg is really Trying and he looks so very earnest, so dustin throws him a bone and is like “maybe we could” and they end up talking about it.

and he thinks nothing of it until he’s very hungover in his empty apartment the next morning, powering down as much gatorade as he can and hugging the toilet, and he gets a call from greg telling him about a couple of places for rent, and how his gf is on board. like greg’s actually thought it over while sober and...it’s not actually the worst idea in the world. like they could make it work...

the change could be good for him. plus, he does like dogs...

and so, the best friends dog cafe is born, the first of its kind in philadelphia. greg is very serious about bringing in shelter dogs that are able to be adopted, so they partner with a local shelter who is very happy about the whole thing. and greg’s gf makes the place look nice, things that can be easily washed, baskets of toys to play with, high tables to keep any of the food away from the dogs. and being around the dogs is helping dustin too, he’s taking care of these creatures who need the help, and serving customers who could potentially be the forever homes of these dogs in need...it’s nice...greg has good ideas sometimes, he’s like a stopped clock and all.

anyway, he’s holding the sweetest little shepherd mix puppy in his arms when the door jingles open, and greg is going through the greeting. and dustin turns and---

meanwhile, jim’s career is going very well. he’s moving up the ranks fast, putting so much of himself into his work that there’s not much left for him to just be...jim. he’s been going at a pace that’s so unsustainable that he crashes and he crashes Hard. suddenly, he’s missing deadlines, taking more time off of work to just lay in bed and stare up at the ceiling. he hasn’t had a boyfriend, a date, or even a meaningless hook-up in years...he hasn’t even been out with friends in even longer.

it’s a crushing sort of loneliness that just hits him all at once. his boss likes him, he’s been working at the same firm since graduating college so, instead of firing him for missing work, his boss just gives him time off and pretty much tells him to go get therapy or something, come back when he’s in a better spot.

so he goes to therapy, and his therapist tells him to start living life for real, get some hobbies, make connections. live a life outside of work because it will help with the burnout to have something else in life.

to start with, she tells him about this new cafe that’s opened up in town where you can go, get a coffee, and pet some dogs. which sounds pretty unsanitary to jim, but it’s gotta be fine, the place is allowed to operate...

so...

he goes. he walks into the door and he’s standing behind the gate, this burly dude with close cropped hair and what jim can only describe as a strange, intense demeanor is standing behind the counter, going through this whole spiel and explaining the rules while checking him in...

and then...this other guy comes walking in. he’s tall, taller than the other tall guy, and he’s got shaggy dark hair that’s falling into his face and jade green eyes, and he’s holding a cute puppy in his big hands, making the puppy look even smaller. he can feel his face starting to heat up as he looks at the man, and the man is approaching him too, pink dusting over his face as well.

meanwhile, dustin’s never been so struck by a man before, but this little blond guy with his cool guy haircut and cool guy sunglasses, and very very pink features? it’s hard to keep his eyes off of him...

not to mention his black clothes, which will be covered in fur by the time he’s out of there.

anyway, at this point, i realized that i was actively staying awake to tell myself this story and i needed to go to bed, but they’d pet some dogs but mostly spend the entirety of jim’s time talking to each other, jim would keep coming back because he “”””enjoyed the experience””””, and then they’d eventually fuck about it and then fall in love.

[ss-trashboat]

🌼💜

night my beloved. the danny to my arin. the creed to my breeze. the greg to my dustin. the penneth to my bunny (we haven't talked about the last one but i've been thinking about it lol). you inspire me every day. no matter how many curveballs life throws at you, you come out better on the other side.

you've come into your own as an artist and i'm so fucking proud of you. seeing you play around with different styles and ideas has been so fun to watch this year. getting to see babes react to your art in their hands in real time was one of my favorite experiences this year (insert scorps "whaaaaa" here lol) and you're still my biggest writing inspiration. i will forever adore the way you create a gallery before my eyes with words. we'll have a writing party again soon and you can give the world more boyfriend drama ~

wrasslin brought us together eleven years ago, and i will forever thank the fandom for that. i couldn't imagine my life without you, and i can't wait until i can give you a real hug again <33

[hypernormalisation]

chuck in the dustin & greg forever shirt is insaaaaane

[sithwitch13]

AEW Rampage 4/28/24

Okay and now we get to the hour where my heart will be broken

Oh god we're starting with the street fight I'm gonna die

DUSTIN AND GREG FOREVER JUST TWIST MY HEART OUT AND STOMP ON IT

This feud is so painful and I love it. I have become a wrestling Cenobite.

KRIS AND ORANGE I AM GOING TO DIE

DON CALLIS YOU STAY AWAY FROM ALL OF THEM

RIP Kyle's floofy hair

Oooh Thunder Rosa in the Game of Death/Kill Bill gear

Deonna plus sparkles is perfect

I'm so here for these two in an extended feud. Also love Deonna gesturing angrily in Italian.

I can't help it, I love team Neck Strong, fuckin dorks

Also Roddy is wearing the same glasses my mom wore in the '80s

Large Wet William, taller than a tree

I told my parents about Shibata and his brain over lunch and they are of the opinion that if your brain gets scooped, you should probably stop wrestling (but also my dad refused to stop mowing the lawn or helping people move after having some muscles in his neck removed so he is not good at taking his own advice)

Wait if Shibata and Garcia are friends, and Shibata and Orange are friends, could we get Danny and Orange becoming friends?

Omg Danny is wearing black trunks like Shibata because he respects him like he wore the maroon ones for Danielson

[basil-the-scorned]

HE HAS THE DUSTIN AND GREG FOREVER SHIRT!!

AHHHH

[thekentuckyhimbo]

[dykecassidy]

sifts through my wedding photos for the best candidate for a cait and lee forever edit

[gloryofroses19]

Hold Her Hand

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!reader

Song Inspiration: Prom Night by the Midnight

Minor spoiler to season 4, episode 4

There's an open road And now an open door And a pretty girl's hand beside yours Do you know what to do? She looks at you Can you leap from the ledge and bridge the two halves of the world?

[y/n] Henderson had always been a constant in Steve Harrington’s life. When he was bullied by Greg Green in October of preschool for his Easter Sunday shorts, she told Greg he looked like broccoli in his monochrome outfit. When he aced the hardest second grade spelling test, she was his desk mate telling him how lucky he was when she only got a 70%. When he had his first kiss in third grade, she did too behind the jungle gym in front of their classmates. When he lost the class hamster in sixth grade during H week of hamster parenting, she was on the floor in his laundry room enticing Nibbles with a piece of apple. When he pushed Johanthan Byers into a row of lockers in tenth grade, she disapprovingly shook her head and helped Jonathan up. When Nancy broke his heart, she watched Police Academy on repeat on his couch consuming ice cream. When he went to prom, she made sure the corsage he gave her survived when he pulled her to the dance floor. When he first tried on the Scoops A-Hoy uniform, she sat on his bed and told him “You should wear this and only this” before he pushed her off. When he put the last of her boxes in her car, she smiled and said, “Don’t let any broccolis bully you or Dustin while I’m in college.” 

They still maintained some consistency despite the distance. Every Thursday night at 9pm was their designated call time, letters were to be sent once a week and most of all, his constant love for her. 

There was a time last summer, after the Star Court mall and grief was flowing, where they found themselves on his kitchen floor. Where she smiled at him in a similar way she smiled at Dustin and he knew they loved each other.  

But leaving for college meant Steve lost her, because you can’t be a constant when you're miles away in Indiana University. 

And that lack of consistency made it hard for him to breathe. Their months apart made him realize how much he relied on her unwavering heart and steady grip on his hand to get through the days. 

Hold her hand We'll never pass this way again Hold her hand Forever I will slow dance Her breath is deep as you make it There's a chance if you take it And a heart that you break is still a heart Hold her hand Hold her hand

There was another constant in the Harrington and Henderson dynamic. The sad constant of finding themselves on the Wheeler’s basement couch taking a break from scheming. 

“Hey,” [y/n] whispered, gaining his attention. “Would you rather have feet for hands or hands for feet?” 

“What the hell, Henderson?!” he whispered confusedly as he faced another constant. The constant Henderson siblings need to ask idiotic and strange questions. 

“You looked miles away, and I’d much prefer talking to you than being alone with my thoughts.” She whispered back, not even raising her head from his chest to meet his gaze. 

“Why don’t you join dreamland like sleeping beauty?” Steve gestured to the youngest Henderson passed out and drooling on her lap. 

“Again,” [y/n] began finally meeting Steve’s gaze allowing Steve some time to breath. “I’d much prefer talking to you than being alone with my thoughts…or nightmares.” 

Steve could see the sadness in her eyes. Consistency had allowed him to learn to read them and he knew she was worried. 

When everyone broke for the night, the Scooby Doo Gang had dispersed across the Wheeler house. Nancy and Robin were sleeping in her room, Max had planted herself at the basement table, Lucas and Dustin went to Mike’s empty bedroom and [y/n] and Steve stayed seated on the couch. They had spent the first hour playing board games but when Dustin came back with a blanket and a pout, Steve put them away before following [y/n] to the couch. 

There's an open floor As the chorus soars And a pretty girl's hand beside yours Knows what you'll find But the threshold shines Can you leap from the ledge and bridge the two halves?

Returning her head to its place above his heart, Steve followed her line of sight to Max. Daylight would break soon and the ginger girl hadn’t stopped her writing all through the dark hours. 

“She’s going to be fine. We’ll figure this out.” A warm hand rubbing down her back had her shifting her attention back to Steve. He didn’t return his gaze, instead staring at the basement support beams but the flush on his cheeks let her know he was aware. 

[y/n] Henderson had two consistencies in her life, well three if you count her mother. She craved the consistency, it made living in the town of Hawkin’s bearable. Dustin had been her best friend since he was born. She never resented bringing him along with her friends and she liked spending time with his friends. It was a notable joke that the Henderson siblings had twin telepathy despite the age gap. Dustin and [y/n] knew that the other would always be there, no distance or demo-whatever could stop them. 

But her other constant, she wasn’t sure about. They had never experienced distance further than vacations and Hawkin’s town lines. Alphabetical order destined them to be seatmates and project partners in their early years. But as they grew, the consistency and banter kept them together in their later years, even before the Upside Down. 

However, the Upside Down brought a shift. Her constant protectiveness of the kids and need to control fell off around Steve, he helped her carry the burden. A shift along the trajectory from Dart to Demodog that made her realize maybe her constant warmth around him wasn’t of platonic friendship but of romantic love. 

Hold her hand We'll never pass this way again Hold her hand Forever I will slow dance Ger breath is deep as you make it There's a chance if you take it And a heart that you break is still a heart Hold her hand Hold her hand

“Stop staring.” Meeting her soft gaze, Steve tried to hold a deadpanned gaze. 

“I’m admiring.” She teased accompanied with a smile and a nose boop. Biting her finger, Steve revealed in her giggle and halfhearted attempt to get her finger back. 

Finally releasing her finger, Steve let [y/n] wipe her spit covered finger on his old Hawkin’s basketball t-shirt. She was matching him, but the earlier group’s verdict was that she pulled it off better. He claimed mutiny but Robin claimed it was scientific proof that she was prettier. 

Steve didn’t know much about science. But in sixth grade, Mr. Clarke paired him with [y/n] to make a presentation about hypotheses. What he remembers, other than his sweaty palms and racing heart, was that a hypothesis could only be confirmed after testing. 

And [y/n] Henderson proved to be a true scientist. She tested his definition of pretty every time she made eye contact with him. 

Steve decided to swallow the constant flutter of butterflies beating around in his heart. "You’re going to wake Dustin and then we’ll have to deal with a pouty-man baby.” 

“You’re a pouty-man baby, Harrington. Dusty is a pouty-teenage baby.” 

“Yeah, but we’re your pouty babies.” Steve held his breath as the words left his mouth. Over the million times he planned his confession to [y/n], never did he imagine it would be as soft as it actually was. 

Prom night turns to daylight we discovered Friends become lovers under covers

Searching his eyes, [y/n] was reminded of the T.S. Eliot quote about the world ending not with a bang, but a whimper. They covered it in ninth grade English where she spent everyday trying to stop hoping that her hands would brush the boy in front of her when they passed up their homework. But contrary to the quote, this was their beginning. 

“Yes, you are.” [y/n] replied softly, noticing the hopeful glint Steve was trying to suppress. 

“Are what?” Steve needed the confirmation. Between his dad, his reign as King Steve and Nancy, Steve craved the assurance. The assurance that he wasn’t bullshit, that he was good, that he was smart, that he was enough.

[y/n] knew all this and was happy to be that constant assurance. “Mine. My pouty-man baby.” 

Taking her hand in his, he sought to maintain the fairytale constant of a true love’s kiss. After placing a kiss on her hand, he laced their fingers. Giving a squeeze to his hand, [y/n] placed their joined hands down and returned her head to its rightful place over his heart. 

Hold her hand We'll never pass this way again Hold her hand Forever I will slow dance Her breath is deep as you make it There's a chance if you take it And a heart that you break is still a heart Hold her hand Hold her hand

The uncertainty was still there, they had no plan or explanation for what was happening and how to stop it or if they would all survive. But consistency had taught Steve Harrington that with [y/n]’s hand in his, they would figure this out. 

A/N: This is my attempt at a song inspired fic so I’d appreciate any feedback! 

A/N 2: I tend to oscillate between annoyance and denial about the Steve and Nancy situation in season 4. So piece is the reaction to the denial but there’s a chance I’ll be writing a part two AND separate angsty Steve x Henderson!reader piece.