#maybe ill make a sideblog for shawn?

[thesongbiird]

hopping on to say that I'm gonna be changing this blog up a little to feature Shawn more heavily so if anyone has any url suggestions I would be eternally grateful

[rawiswhore]

Triple H/Shawn Michaels x Fem Reader- “Baby, Baby, Baby”

I’ve contemplated writing this fanfic, but I’ve decided to write it since today is Mother’s Day, but it isn’t a sexual fanfic.

However, trigger warning: there is some slight ableism in this fanfic, but not that bad.

Also, the reason I put Triple H/Shawn Michaels is because you can imagine it’s either Triple H in this fanfic or Shawn (you can even imagine whatever hot wrestler you lust over in this fanfic too, i.e. Dean Ambrose).

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2003 was almost over.

You've made a vigorous, much needed comeback in what's now known as the WWE..

You're now currently engaged to someone responsible for why you're in the WWF/E, that someone is Triple H/Shawn Michaels.

This year, you've been planning your future wedding with him, but there's other plans to happen after you've gotten married.

What happens after one gets married?

There's a honeymoon.

And what goes on during the honeymoon?

Sex.

And what happens during sex, especially unprotected sex with a man and a woman?

Sometimes, they make a baby.

Sounds wonderful, right?

Not always.

You were sitting on the leather black couch in your dressing room, your head in your hands crying.

You had a little wastebasket next to your legs and a tissue box sitting next to you, some crinkled up tissues in that basket.

Triple H/Shawn walked in your dressing room, the door was wide open for anyone to enter, as if to say "come in".

What Shawn and Triple H saw when walking into your dressing room was you sitting on the couch looking like you were crying.

He could hear you sniffling, so you obviously were crying.

Seeing you cry, of course he was concerned.

"What's wrong?" he asked, sitting down on the couch with you, draping his arm behind and across your shoulder, putting one of his hands beneath your right shoulder.

You raised your head up from your hands and looked at him, your face pinkish red, your eyes watery in tears.

"You've planned on marrying me" you said, holding your right hand up, that held and carried diamond ring wrapped around your ring finger.

"Yes, and?" Triple H/Shawn asked.

You turned your body towards him, your face looking at him, and put your hands into his hand.

"What happens after marriage?" you asked him.

"The...honeymoon?" he replied.

"Yes, and what happens during the honeymoon?" you kept him asking.

"Romance?" he asked.

"Besides romance, what else?" you questioned him.

"Sex?" he guessed.

"And what happens during sex?" you asked him "Especially unprotected sex?"

"We...make a baby?" he answered.

"Yes" you replied, nodding your head.

"Are you pregnant?" he asked you.

"No" you answered. "But let me explain why I was crying"

Is she unable to have children? No.

You breathed a huge, heavy sigh before you could confess anything.

"Here's the deal" you explained "You want to have children with me, and I want children with you too...but..."

"Are you unable to have kids?" he asked.

"No" you replied. "But...I'm really scared, that what if I get pregnant with your child during the honeymoon, and I eventually give birth, but that baby grows up to be a psychopath or a pedophile, or both?"

His eyes grew wide.

He never really thought about that, but many parents should worry about that before they have kids.

"What if our child grows up to be someone who has sex with animals?" you asked, tears running down your face, your face scrunching up slightly. "I've read there's people out there who actually are sexually aroused by cruelty to animals, I'm thinking Jeffrey Dahmer".

"I didn't even know that could be possible" Triple H/Shawn said "To be sexually aroused by animal cruelty?"

"Me neither" you answered, putting your hand under your nose to wipe under your nose, getting snot on your nose. "What if we give birth to a child who doesn't know right from wrong, and thinks wrong is right and their opinion is superior to anyone else's?"

Oh boy, that's a tough one.

"What if we give birth to someone who thinks he or she is always right?" you protested, pulling a tissue out of the box next to you and wiping your eyes. "And thinks smoking cigarettes is healthy and junk food like candy and cookies are healthy?"

"Then heavily discipline him or her when they're still a kid" he retorted. "Who would think smoking is healthy and junk food is healthy?"

"I don't know who would think that" you asked. "But what if spanking doesn't work? What if nothing works?"

"Perhaps lock him or her in a mental hospital" he suggested, shrugging his shoulders. "Just calm down. Relax"

You probably shouldn't be crying while saying this all to him, so he can understand the words coming out of your mouth better.

"Have you ever heard of oppositional defiant disorder?" you asked.

Triple H/Shawn might've heard that before, maybe not, considering this was the early 2000's, and Shawn/Trips were more busy with wrestling than learning about mental illnesses.

"I might've heard of it, maybe I haven't" was his answer. "What is it?"

"Remember what you and Shawn/Triple H used to do with D Generation X?" you asked. "And how the 2 of you would be pissing off people like Sergeant Slaughter and act very disrespectful and obnoxious and refuse to follow rules? It's like that, but probably worse"

"Most kids in general refuse to follow rules" Shawn/Triple H said.

"Yeah, but these kids really refuse to follow rules and directions" you argued, albeit not sounding angry or loud. "They also try to annoy others, they're angry the majority of the time"

"Where'd you hear about this from?" he asked.

"From reading magazines" you answered. "Magazines for moms".

"This mental illness you described sounds like something Oprah made up" he said.

And indeed, it does. But it's a real thing.

This isn't the only thing you're worried about when having a kid.

"Autism is pretty common in kids these days" you said. "While not all autistic kids or people are bad, I went to school with a few autistic kids, but what if, they're one of those autistic people, who are, like, 25 years old, but are mentally stuck at the age of 7?"

Triple H/Shawn have heard of autism, but not THAT kind of autism.

"Where did you hear about that kind of autism?" Shawn/Triple H asked.

"I've read stories about autistic adults and teens with the brain of a 5 year old" you confessed.

"Where?" he asked.

"Magazines, television, news" you replied. "When I was in a mental hospital for depression a few years ago, there were grown adults with the brain of a prepubescent little kid".

"Why is that a bad thing?" he asked "An adult with the brain of a prepubescent kid, I mean"

"Well, what if this person has such the brain of a child" you said "That he or she seems to be attracted to prepubescent kids?"

"Basically a pedophile?" he asked.

"Yeah" you replied. "You wouldn't want your kid to be a pedophile, would you?"

There's even worse than what you said.

"What if we give birth to someone who molests kids and claims isn't a pedophile?" you complained. "I've read about people like that in newspapers, I've seen people like that in the news".

"The news doesn't always tell the truth" he replied. "You worry and overthink too much"

"But I'm scared of what I'll give birth to" you confessed. "There's more...what if I give birth to someone who claims he has a conscience but molests kids and is racist?"

"Do you think about all of this?" he asked. "When we're traveling?"

"Sometimes I do, yes" you replied.

Shawn/Triple H took a deep breath, huffing out a gust of air from his mouth.

"I'll give you this" he confessed "You do have one vivid imagination".

Indeed, you do.

Many people have lauded you for that, people were even lauding you for how huge your imagination is and how creative you are.

"Thanks" you said, smiling, wiping the tears away from your eyes.

"You're welcome" he responded.

He held his arms out like he wanted a hug, and you could see him stretch his arms out, wanting to fill the space in between his arms with you.

You leaned into him, your torso crashing into his torso, where you buried your face in the crook of his neck.

You wrapped your arms around his waist, putting your hands on the small of his back, where he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him.

You sobbed in his shoulder, your tears falling on his shirt.

He brushed one of his hands up your back to the back of your head, where he caressed your hair a bit.

You still have some other worries before you have a baby with him that you'll have to tell him later, if you remember them, you'll have to write them down so you'll remember to say that to him.

You even have doubts of marrying him.

It's a good thing you confessed this to him before your marriage and honeymoon.

Epilogue: After you got married to him, you did have eventually have children with him, 2 to be exact.

They both turned out to be perfect kids who didn't seem to have any serious mental health issues.

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I actually have wondered if I should post this fanfic on my mainblog or on this sideblog.

And if I should write some nonsexual fanfics on this blog in the future...