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[mr-mitsu]

Shawn Michaels / HBK - Set 16 (NSFW)

[mightiermarvel]

Shawn Michael’s Playgirl interview ft a pretty good shot ;)

Transcript under the read more:

…on the road–and I enjoy every minute of it. Being the World Wrestling Federation Champion, traveling around the world and performing for lots and lots of people is everything I ever wanted. But someday, I would like to be married, have kids, and have somewhat of a normal life. I dont know how normal I can be, but maybe I can get pretty close. 

PG: How far down the road is this normal life?

SM: Realistically, four or five years. I’ve always said that as far as wrestling was concerned, I was going to get out of the ring full time by the age of 35. 

PG: Were you the proverbial “98-pound weakling” in high school? How did you end up doing this?

SM: No, I wasn’t. I certainly wasn’t the biggest guy, but I was the biggest on our football team. I saw wrestling for the first time when I was 12 years old–the first time I got to stay up late–and it hit me just like that. I knew right away. From that point on, wrestling never drifted away from my thoughts. I continued to play football until I graduated, but it was always in the back of my mind that I was going to be the WWF Champion–champion of the entire world. 

PG: Does the idea of somebody biting at your heels, the next WWF Champion wanna-be, ever worry you?

SM: You know what? I don’t think so. I’m just confident in my ability. I don’t sweat anybody. Nobody can wrestle longer than I can, nobody can make people yell louder than me for more. And if they can, I just work harder….

PG: Does that translate into the bedroom as well?

SM: Yeah! (laughs) I’m an athlete, for God’s sake. 

PG: Many of your fans are female. What’s the most outrageous thing one has ever done to catch your eye?

SM: That would be lifting up her shirt and exposing herself to myself–and the rest of the people in the building. It was a long time ago. 

PG: Where were you?

SM: I can’t remember the location. I just remember those two very “subtle” things.

PG: How subtle were they?

SM: (Laughs) Not very. 

PG: Were they gifts from Mother Nature or did they have gravitational help?

SM: No, these were from Mother Nature, actually. But either/or–Mother Nature or with help–is fine with me. I’m pretty liberal. 

PG: Do women approach you more these days?

SM: Yes, and I like that. I like someone else breaking the ice. If I mess up from there, it’s my fault. (laughs)

PG: Tell me the last pick-up line that worked on you.

SM: I won’t repeat it, but it was very direct. She just out and out asked me. 

PG: Did she ask you out or ask you for something else?

SM: She asked for the whole kit and caboodle. 

PG: A basic “I want you.”

SM: More direct.

PG: “I want to ‘bleep’ you?”

SM: That’s the one. 

PG: Was it a kind of fill-in-the-blank?

SM: That’s what made it even funnier. It was multiple choice. Which was nice, but….

PG: It sort of took the mystery out of it?

SM: Yeah, not a whole lot of adventure or wondering there. I prefer as [continued on next page]

Text over large Shawn in a towel picture: “At the last pay-per-view event, I pulled everything down and draped the belt across me….My mom didn’t appreciate that too much”

SM:...much mystery as possible. Slow is fine with me. I’m in no hurry. My life’s in too much of a hurry as it is, and I’m way past the romping-in-the-sack-just-for-the-fun-of-it stage. Though I was fairly wild from the time I was 19 to maybe 25, 26. 

PG: Did you sow a lot of wild oats?

SM: Not a lot.

PG: One acre, two acres?

SM: Let’s just say I put enough to put a dent in it. I was never under the impression that it was a contest: that one guy was supposed to score more than the next. I’ve just never been into that. It’s not me, it’s not my family, not the way I was raised.

PG: So what’s the first thing that attracts you to a woman?

SM: There’s a bunch of first things. Hair, eyes, brains. And for some reason, I may not be the smartest guy in the world, but I always go for smart girls. Which of course gets me in more trouble.

PG: If you’re so attracted to it, maybe you like being in trouble.

SM: No, I don’t think so….I think women are just smarter than men in general–especially up here on the East Coast. But women seem to be different all around the world. It’s hard to figure it out. You get to a point where you say to yourself, I think I’ve got a handle on this and then you go somewhere else, and you realize, I don’t have a handle at all. I had one back there, anyway. 

PG: Back to the physical. What kind of hair and eyes?

SM: Brunettes first and foremost. That seems to be the pattern. Eyes…not really a color–it’s just something about them, that there’s something behind them. It’s just one of those things that has to hit me immediately. That’s how everything important has been in my life. If I don’t get swept off my feet right away, I figure it isn’t all that real. 

PG: Being the WWF Champion makes you the best-known and most popular wrestler in the world, doesn’t it?

SM: (Modestly) Well, I’d like to think so. 

PG: How do you keep that from messing with your ego?

SM: I’ve been doing this for over 11 years now, so my ego was effected more than enough in the past. (laughs) I think that I’m old enough now that I can handle it without it consuming too much of my life…I hope. 

PG: But the persona of the Heartbreak Kid, from the costumes to the sexy stage moves, seems to be an attempt to turn women on. Is this conscious on your part?

SM: It really isn’t, and it certainly didn’t start out that way. I’m more conscious of it now because more people have made me aware of it. It began as just Shawn going out in front of the crowd and playing around, having fun, showing off–and having the nerve to do something on-camera, in front of lots of people, that he certainly couldn’t do in a more private setting. 

PG: You don’t often see some regular guy walking down the street wearing Spandex pants with a heart on the crotch and one on the butt. We might think that was a bit strange. 

SM: (Laughs) Probably, yes. The World Wrestling Federation provides a wonderful vehicle for me to do something like that, but it’s amazing it’s the only place I can really do it. I don’t go out and dance in nightclubs. I can’t be that way unless I’m in front of 20,000 people. 

PG: OK, so now we know about your public performances, we’ll get to your private ones in a minute…. Do you truly understand the effect you’re having on the women in the audience?

SM: I thought I did, but it seems to be getting bigger and bigger…more overwhelming. Not just with women, but with our fans in general. It’s getting bigger and bigger every day–which is wonderful. You just don’t realize how many people who you appeal to, or who notice you.

PG: It’s a given that women everywhere love you, but since you’re so much “larger than life” how do they react when they meet you in person?

SM: A couple of years ago I didn’t seem to be as intimidating to people as I am now…that is, without trying. But I think that’s just because of where my career has gone. It just sort of comes along with the territory. I was easier to approach before when I was just Shawn out there having fun. I’d hope that would still be the case, but it seems to happen less and less. 

PG: Are they afraid of the title?

SM: I don’t know if it’s that. I mean, I welcome everything that’s going along with this, but it does seem like it’s one or the other: Either they don’t care–which is also fine–or they’re a little nervous or apprehensive about coming up because they’re worried that I might be too busy to speak with them.

PG: Or maybe that you’ll put them in a headlock….

SM: I’d like to make it clear it’s not a fear of me physically. It’s where I’ve been placed in the media, this business and everywhere else. It’s wonderful, but there is the other side to it.

PG: Are you ever worried that people are going to start liking you for what you are rather than who you are?

SM: I figure a certain amount of that happens in this or any other line of work. You have to just be careful. 

PG: Do you have a good radar?

SM: I like to think that I’m pretty intelligent, or at least when it’s happening I know when it’s happening, and if I let it, it’s [continued on next page]

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be not afraid

(photo originally posted by @ringer04 - link here)

18+, Edge x Randy Orton one shot

[Also available on Archive of Our Own!]

Tags: Declarations of love, crying during sex, fluff/smut, creampue

Word count: 1468

Summary:

Edge tells Randy he loves him, then shows him just how much he does.

It’s another day and another practice session in the ring. Edge and Randy are finishing up a run with John Cena and Shawn Michaels for an upcoming pay-per-view show. Everyone is pouring sweat, not only from the exertion of the match but the fact that it’s a million degrees outside and on top of that, the arena’s AC unit is busted. The practice goes smoothly enough with Edge practically beaming with admiration at Randy’s performance. His partner was only getting better with time. 

Edge watches Randy as he wipes his drenched face off with a towel. It’s a simple movement, one that usually wouldn’t call any attention to itself. Edge is a man possessed though, so anything his partner does makes his heart swell (along with his dick-- whoops). 

“Shawn still moves pretty well for an old man."

It's a cheap rib on Randy's part. Edge knows there's no vitriol behind it because he's seen Randy at his meanest, when his words bubble from somewhere evil and rarely shown to the light of day.

“Oh give him a break, he’s not that old.” 

“Elderly. Ancient. Decrepit. He’s been in the ring almost as long as I’ve been alive.”

"Decrepit, nice. Did you pull that one from your word-a-day calendar?" 

"Fuck off," Randy laughs, all smiles and sparkles in his eyes. Edge's heart skips a beat when he hears the joy in Randy's voice.

Randy climbs back in the ring, back turned away from Edge to look at the Titantron. The production team is cycling through various entrances to make sure they’re working fine. This is the kind of stuff that catches Randy’s attention from time to time; he’ll stop what he’s doing and just focus, even if whatever he’s focusing on is relatively mundane. The expression on his face steels, his eyes narrow, he’s on alert. Edge likes it when he gets like this, can see the future makings of a menace in the young man. 

Production has had to start Hulk Hogan’s entrance a few times. The music in his intro is busted. Randy turns away from the giant screen, bored with the shenanigans, to be faced with Edge racing towards him, spearing him flat on his back with a loud thud. 

“Jesus you really got me there,” Randy smiles wide. Edge smiles back at him, blinded by the sunny sight of him happy. He hopes to make him smile more often with their little inside jokes and ribs. 

“Always, Randy,” Edge runs a hand through his hair, cocking his head to the side. Fuck it, it was now or never. 

He startles himself with the force in which he grabs each side of Randy’s face. He has to hold onto him tight, really straddle his body to make sure he doesn’t run away. Randy’s expression shifts into something Edge has only seen one in a blue moon— he’s startled by the sudden passion. It’s adorable, he’s such a babyfaced boy with his sparkling eyes and pouty lips. Like a little cherub, Edge's sweet angel. Edge’s heartbeat thunders in his ears. God, what a feeling— love has never quite been this honest for him before. 

“I love you, Randy Orton. I can't imagine life without you.” 

“I— what?” 

Edge knew he was being a little much at the moment. He could be so intense in the way he showed affection. One of the makeup girls told him he's like that because he’s a Scorpio (whatever that means). 

“I said…” A kiss on Randy's forehead, soft and warm. “That…” Lips pressing against Randy’s, urgent and deep. “I. Love. You. I love you. I love—“

“Iloveyoutoo.”

Randy says the words in one big rush, slamming them all together like he was worried they were gonna float away. From the way his lashes flutter and his cock begins to get hard against the inside of Edge’s thigh, Edge knows he means it. And that he’s nervous as hell. 

“Maybe we should get out of here before I rip these little trunks right off you.”

Splotches of red dot Randy’s cheeks. Edge restrains himself from kissing them, knowing that once he gets started it’s hard for him to stop.

 

---

“Don’t run from me, baby. You’re being so good.”

Edge runs his hand through Randy’s hair, scratching his scalp lightly. It makes Randy shiver every time. When Randy chews on his bottom lip to keep from moaning too loudly, Edge shakes his head. The man writhing around below would be the death of him. A slow, lazy pace is set by Edge's hips. Randy is so incredibly warm around him, it's hard to move any faster, even if he wanted to. No, the steady smooth glide of filling Randy up, then dragging himself out, feels like heaven on earth.   

“I wanna hear you.”

“No,” Randy whimpers, then clamps down his lips and clamps down his eyelids, seemingly overwhelmed. It’s nice to see him at a loss for words for once. 

“Please? For me, angel?”

Edge knows he's being syrupy sweet now, so unlike himself. He can't help but to beg, calling Randy cutesy names that he'd punch Edge out for in any other context. Randy seems to bring that side out of him.

"Again… call me that again…"

Randy's fingers tangle roughly into Edge's hair, his body lurching into his. He loves his hair; he's always grabbing at it when they fuck. This isn't fucking though, far from it. Randy always thought it was gross when older people used to say they were "making love"-- now he understands what they mean. To call this fucking debases it into something dirty, animalistic even. It's love, he thinks. Edge is showing him pure, unadulterated love.

"You're an angel Randy. You're my angel, I love you..." Edge chants, prayer occupying his broken voice. As badly as he wants to stick his tongue down Randy's throat, it's much too obscene for the moment. He instead restrains his unseemly instincts to give Randy what he truly deserves-- a kiss that's loaded with all of the words unsaid, the passion that he deeply feels for him.  Soft, but not necessarily gentle. Enough to make their heads spin, to make Randy reach down and touch himself.

"I love you too, fuck, I--"

It's divine intervention when they both come undone at the same time. Randy sobs when he releases, hot tears running down his immaculate cheekbones. When his face is all flushed and twisted up like this, he reminds Edge of a Greek statue, a testament to his beauty that he’s gorgeous under extreme emotions. Pure bliss captures Edge as he comes deep inside of Randy. He's the only one who's ever marked Randy in that way, intertwining them forever and ever. 

“It’s okay, it’s okay. I won’t tell anybody. Your secret’s safe with me,” Edge chuckles lightly in Randy’s ear, then nips it with his teeth. "Crybaby.”

Petulance returns to Randy in a crushing wave. Edge knows exactly what buttons to push to make him get all defensive. Even though he tries to seem upset that his vulnerabilities are being exposed, Edge sees relief too in him.

“I’m not a crybaby.” 

“Oh yeah? Then what do you call this?” With one swipe under Randy’s tear soaked eye, the pad of Edge’s thumb is completely wet. He holds it up to Randy to gauge his reaction. 

“Whatever,” Randy tries to cross his arms in annoyance. 

“Mm-hmm,” Edge sticks his thumb into his mouth while he digs his fingers into Randy’s hip, pressing him into the mattress and holding him there. His eyes shift down to look at the way Randy’s cock is already half hard again. It’s a valiant effort, a real boost to Edge’s ego. 

“You’re so weird,” Red splotches return to color Randy's cheeks.

It's unfair that Edge has to pull himself out of Randy, but he does so as slowly as possible. He's absolutely dying to see his work, his pièce de résistance …

"Oh, it's beautiful. Look at that."

"What? Are you looking at my asshole?"

"Of course I am."

Edge is mesmerized as his come streams out of Randy. It's moving down his crack, about to run onto the bedspread. With a lightning-fast swipe of his tongue up Randy's crack to against his hole, he cleans him up before Randy can even react fully.

"Fuck, you-- you almost put your tongue in there!" 

"Almost," Edge grins. "I can if you want me to." He flicks the tip of his tongue around the bunched up nerves of Randy's hole, tasting his own come.

Randy shudders, at full mast again. Would it really be so bad…? 

"Absolutely the fuck not, that's disgusting."

"Hmm okay, suit yourself then crybaby."

Edge moves away from Randy in a flash, narrowly avoiding being hit with one of the bed's heavy pillows.

[dilanmoodboards]

Kinktober Day 7: Piercing

Paring: Shawn Michaels / Triple H

NSFW; +18; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Summary: When Hunter shares a hotel room with Shawn for the first time he finds out something a little unexpected.

Tags: Kinktober 2024; Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot; Hand Job; Blow Job; slight Body Worship; Genital Piercing; Cock Piercing

Notes: This was heavly based off that time Shawn was on that Canadian shown and he said he could show the host the rest of his piercings in the hotel. Out of all the wrestlers he is the one I belive is mostly likely to have had a genital piercing. English is not my first language and I'm dyslexic af, so feel free to correct anything. Comments are always welcome.

Kinktober Masterlist

Word Count: 1.174

Hunter knew that Shawn wasn’t shy about showing off his body, most wrestlers weren’t, you have to get used to sharing bathrooms, locker rooms and being naked around other guys if you want to make it big. Still, he really didn’t expect Shawn would come out of the bathroom into the hotel room they were sharing completely naked, drying off his hair with a towel. Hunter had seen Shawn naked before, but this was a little different.

Shawn didn’t seem to notice Hunter watching him as he got in front of the mirror and started moisturising his hair and brushing it, not making any effort to cover himself up. Hunter couldn’t stop staring, Shawn was very good looking and he could finally look at the older wrestler without worrying if someone would notice he was staring. He watched as the Heartbreak kid’s back flexed as he brushed his long wavy blonde hair, the tight muscles all around his body, the way his hips dipped, his strong legs and his ass, that was perfectly round and had that tantalising heart tattoo right on one of the cheeks. 

But there was something else that called his attention, something he had never seen before. Right on the tip of Shawn’s dick there was a small piece of metal that would shine depending on how the light hit it. Now, Hunter knew Shawn had piercings. He constantly wore earrings to the ring and sometimes even his belly button ring would make an appearance when he forgot to take it off before a match, what Hunter didn’t expect was that Shawn Michaels would also have a cock piercing. Though he probably shouldn’t be that shocked about it.

Now that he noticed the little piece of jewellery he couldn’t stop staring at it and it was starting to elicit a rather unexpected reaction from his body. He continued watching the blonde until suddenly he heard a throat clearing. “You know if I thought you were interested I would have been way more forward with my flirting.” Shawn said, with that sly grin he wore so well. At being caught, Hunter instantly started blushing and looked away. “Aw, come on Hunt, there’s no reason to get embarrassed, I know I’m sexy.” At that Shawn laughed, and Hunter couldn’t help but let out a little smile.

Shawn was now by Hunter’s side with his hands on his hips as he laughed. Hunter was still laying down in the bed when he asked: “Did it hurt?” Shawn seemed confused at first, but when he saw where Hunter was looking, he laughed once again. “Like a mother fucker, way more than the others.” “Why did you do it?” Hunter asked, growing more curious. “Seemed like a good idea at the time. Besides, it feels nice when you… you know…” Hunter nodded, he really wanted to touch it, but had no idea how to ask. They continued in silence for a while, neither one knowing where to go from there. 

Shawn gave a sigh and climbed into the bed, stradling Hunter’s hips, shocking the younger wrestler. The heartbreak kid raised one of his eyebrows as he asked: “Is this okay?” Hunter just nodded his head, Shawn looked like a Greek god like that, stradling Hunter’s hips with his hair shining from the shitty hotel room lighting. “You know you can touch me. I don’t bite.” After saying that Shawn gave him one of his signature smiles. Hunter couldn’t hold back anymore, with a quick movement he spun both him and Shawn so that he was on top of the blonde.

Hunter then leaned in and started kissing him. Kissing Shawn was way better than he had imagined it would be, and he had imagined it many times. The heartbreak kid kissed with just as much vigour as he wrestled, he tried to pull Hunter closer by his hair, both his legs wrapping around his hips. The larger wrestler started roaming his hand through Shawn’s body, giving special attention to the parts that seemed to elicit the strongest reactions, until his hand finally reached the older man’s cock.

At that Shawn gave a moan, as Hunter started to rub his fingers along the piercing. He stopped kissing Shawn, now focusing on his cock and how the ring looked every time he moved his hands. He continued like that for a while, only focused on the tip and on the small piece of jewellery, how it shone every time the light hit it, the way it looked now that precum was covering it and the whimpers and moans the man bellow him would let out at every little movement. “Hunt… please… I need more.” Shawn’s voice was higher now, a slight whine permeating his words.

As Hunter looked back at Shawn he almost came. Shawn was a complete mess, his hair spread around his head on the pillow like a golden halo, his face was flushed pink, he was biting his lips, trying to hold back on the noises he was making, his eyes were tearing up a bit, his pupils blown wide, his chest was also flushed and his nipples were perked. Hunter needed to kiss him again, needed to kiss him all over his body. He wrapped his entire hand around the heartbreak kid’s shaft and as he pumped him, Hunter started trailing kisses all over his body, leaving bitemarks and bruises in his wake. He gave special attention to the little metal ring located on Shawn’s belly kissing and licking it until it got hot.

Once Hunter was finally content with his kissing he refocused his attention to Shawn’s cock, this time licking and sucking on his cock piercing. That seemed to do it for  Shawn, because soon enough he was cuming, holding the mattress as he orgasmed. Hunter swallowed the cum that went into his mouth and smiled at Shawn. In seconds the older man was pulling him up by the hair, kissing him and tasting himself in Hunter’s mouth.

As they kissed Shawn snaked his hand into Hunter’s sweatpants and pulled his dick out, jacking him off. Hunter was already close and with the help from Shawn’s soft hand he cumed soon enough aiming his release onto Shawn’s belly piercing. He crashed on top of the older man, now that his arms were no longer able to sustain him, and rolled to the side so he wouldn’t crush Shawn under his weight.

“Give me a second man and I’ll grab a towel for you.” Hunter said, rubbing his face. “No need man, let’s just sleep.” Shawn answered, giving a yawn and throwing one of his legs and arms on top of Hunter. “But it will dry, and…” Shawn shushed him. “It gives us an excuse to shower tomorrow before leaving the hotel.” As he said that Shawn winked at him and Hunter decided to just agree with him, throwing his arm over Shawn’s shoulder and drawing the other man close so they could sleep. Tomorrow was going to be a good day.

[mr-wrestlemania]

Living Legends(Monster Au)

"Shawn Michaels had a boyhood dream of carving his name into wrestling history and live forever in the same vein as other champions. Except for one problem, He already will live forever as an immortal energy vampire. Personal issues only grow as he discovers he is far from the only one posing as a human.

Will he succumb to his hunger or will he come out on top?"

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58924921/chapters/150201388

Main pairings: Shawn Michaels/Marty Jenetty(Implied), Shawn Michaels/Bret Hart

Chapter One: First Steps

(Content Warning: The Intro scene depicts a vague scene of an overdose caused by an unspecified substance. While not graphic in detail, desecration is advised. The rest of the chapter is free from such scenes. Nobody dies and they recover just fine.)

The night life was The Rockers’ bread and butter, especially for Shawn Michaels. What vampire wouldn’t love the glamour of the cities turning on their alluring lights for humans to party? Except he wasn’t like the old boring vampires you’d see on the theater screens though, his main source of food were emotions. Traditional Vampires wish they were him, because he could walk in the sun and not burn to a crisp. Food was still off limits sadly, but that was a small price to pay in Shawn’s book.

As a tag team, he found solace in his longtime friend Marty Jenetty. He was far from the same type of monster as Shawn, a satyr, but he had the gusto to stay on the same page as Shawn both in the ring and out. Masking his hooves was tricky but nothing he couldn’t handle. Monsters and wrestling wasn’t new anyway. Werebears were rumored to have made killings posing as actual bears for people to wrestle back in the day. However it still had to be kept secret, for the talent’s safety. At best, the two knew it'd be easier to hide themselves in performances until they knew for sure the rumors were true.

For their run in the WWF, they pretty much passed as humans and no one was the wiser. Shawn would feed off the energy of the crowd but sometimes it just wasn’t enough. Every now and again he needed blood to keep his body in tip top performance. 

It was that exact hunger that shattered his world apart.

Admittedly, he was more worried than he gave off but he had to keep Marty calm. He turned on the tv to help keep Marty distracted while he cleaned up the mess. Less evidence left behind the better. Shawn was used to the routine, but it was starting to get old. His eyebrow twitched as he wiped his hands on a random towel on the floor, but Marty was not in the right state to yell at. 

The rehearsals were long and wore on the young men’s bodies. Marty took his “medicine” out on the table of their hotel room and Shawn was sipping some cheap wine on one of the beds. If he couldn’t eat, he at least could ingest liquids. Still, he wished the shit he was sipping at the time was better tasting. It sat on his tongue with a bitter after taste. Marty was humming to himself until he nearly fell over.

He glanced over at his partner and raised a brow, “Marty? Go easy on that stuff, you’ll send yourself to the moon.”

Marty’s sigh was shaky, “Y-Yeah.. Thanks. I just needed something to help with the aches.” He tried not to stomp his way to his bed, even though they were on the first floor of the hotel. Poor guy was heavy footed, or heavy hooved. “Oh god. Oh god.. Mikey, I think I’m too high..”

Shawn sat up and quickly moved over to Marty to look him over, “Relax.. relax…Its alright. I’ll wait it out with you okay? I’m not letting you do any more.”

His partner’s presence made it easier to calm down. His warm hands on Marty’s shoulders helped ground him as he took some deep breaths. “Yeah. Yeah… Thank you Mikey. I’m sorry..”

“I’m not going anywhere.” He pat Marty’s back as he helped him lay down. 

All Shawn could do was run his hands through his hair and wait it out. The sounds of the soap opera he turned on could hardly distract him from his hunger. Marty said he’d let Shawn feed off him after the show, but the way things were looking he’d have to wait longer. Again. He could last longer than a traditional vampire but his hunger was just as agonizing.

The sound of something heavy falling to the ground snapped Shawn out of his thoughts. He bolted upright and yelled in horror, “MARTY!!”

He scooped Marty up and checked for a pulse. Still beating. Marty’s eyes were very dilated and it sounded like he was trying to talk. Shawn looked at the phone in their room and considered calling for help. No way, they would recognize he wasn’t human right away.

Shawn bit his lip and started to feel around for a vein in Marty’s arm. Once Shawn found his spot, he quickly tied his hair back and sunk his fangs into Marty’s arm. He was on a time crunch to get the substance out of Marty’s blood and he hardly cared what would happen to him. Marty wasn’t going to fade in his arms if he could help it.

Marty’s blood was worse than the cheap wine he had moments prior. Drugs and alcohol could completely change the taste of someone’s blood but Shawn kept up the pace. The dry taste of Marty’s blood made his nose curl. Before he knew it, he could feel his skin crawl and his vision blur.

“Ugh…Shawn…?” Marty’s eyes could finally focus and he looked down to his horror, “Oh god-” He pulled Shawn from his arm and lightly pat Shawn’s face. “Mikey??? Dammit!! Hold on. Just hold on..”

Marty hopped back onto his feet and grabbed a necklace that helped conceal his hooves and horns. Then dove back onto the floor to hoist Shawn onto his back. “You had my back, so I’ve got yours.”

The guilt tightened around Marty’s throat as he ran through the hallway. He nearly collided into Bret Hart but even then he didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop.

“Marty?! The hell you doing?!” Bret called out.

Jim shook his head, “Rockers must have had too much to drink.”

Bret frowned, “No. Something was off. Marty looked scared, Jim.”

Everything was a blur on Shawn’s end beyond hearing Marty sob and his jerky driving. He trusted Marty to make the right decision but the panic in Marty’s voice was more painful to listen to. He closed his eyes and everything around him was drowned out by a slow beeping noise.

“Oh..you’re coming to..” Marty was by Shawn’s bedside, looking Shawn all over, “Please don’t be mad..I didn’t know where else to take you.”

“Marty..? What are you-” Shawn looked around him, “A hospital? Fucks sake-”

Marty tried to quiet Shawn but kept his hand away from Shawn’s mouth, “Hey don’t bite me again! Listen, you have enough blood in you to at least have a heartbeat. So they didn’t get suspicious.”

He slumped back and wiped his face, “I’m so sorry… None of this would have happened if I just dialed it back like you said.. I’m no better than any other Satyr.” Marty shook his head, “But! You’re the one who needs attention right now-”

Shawn looked away from Marty, “You’re right about that. I can’t keep doing this for you.. It could put us both in danger if it doesn’t kill us Marty. I care about you but something has to change man.”

“I know.” Marty sighed and hesitantly reached for Shawn’s hand, “I’m sorry..” Shawn didn’t react. His eyes were cold and very, very tired.

A knock at the door startled Shawn but relaxed when he saw it was just a nurse, “Oh! Mr.Michaels, you’re awake. Good. You have a visitor. He..says he’s your employer?”

“What?! How does Mr.McMahon know already..?” Shawn looked at Marty.

Marty frowned and shied away from Shawn’s eyes, “It’s morning already. We probably missed our wake up call..”

Shawn pulled his hand away slowly from Marty but softened his gaze a little. Then he turned to the nurse, “Can you let him in please?”

“Of course, we’ll do another run on your vitals here soon, so it will have to be brief.” She smiled as she exited the room.

It wasn’t long before the big man himself entered the room. Normally, Mr.McMahon wouldn’t get directly involved, but the bizarre story Bret told him raised far too many questions and he had to get to the bottom of it before any information could get to the public. He closed the door behind him and walked over to Shawn’s bed.

“How are you feeling? I’ve heard quite the story this morning.” He was nearly impossible for Shawn to read but so far from what he could sense, there was some genuine concern for Shawn.

Shawn sighed, “Foggy, but I’m here. What did you hear..?”

Mr.McMahon’s mouth frowned as he paced, “Bret said he saw Marty running like a bat out of hell with you on his back. It was the mention of blood around your mouth that raised more than a few flags. I can get you help, but be straight with me dammit.” He stopped and looked at both of them, "What the hell happened???”

Marty looked at Shawn with fear, silently pleading with him not to tell McMahon but Shawn’s mind was made up. “Sir, Marty nearly overdosed and I had to help him-”

His eyes widened a little and glanced over at the heart monitor. It was a bit slower than it should’ve been.. Mr.McMahon then turned to Shawn and walked over.

“I know it sounds crazy but he’s telling the truth!-”

“Quiet dammit!” He silenced Marty, “Open your mouth.”

Shawn blinked, covering his mouth instinctively, “Excuse me?”

“You heard me, Shawn. If you’re insinuating what I think you are, you’ll have the proof sticking out of your gums.”

No other choice. Shawn lifted his lips with his fingers to show Mr.McMahon his fangs. They were more prominent than usual given his hunger for blood wasn’t satiated. The sight seemed to calm their boss down as he leaned away. Marty was as tight looking as a rubberband on a watermelon but Shawn was trying his best to read what their boss was feeling.

Mr.McMahon rubbed the crease of his brow and nodded to himself, “A vampire?”

Shawn frowned, “I’m surprised you believe me sir..”

A dry chuckle escaped his lips, “Son, listen. And listen very very carefully. Both of you. You are not the first to be employed by my family, nor will you be the last. The only way for this-” He gestured to Marty and Shawn, “-To function in the federation is with some honesty. I understand why you kept it secret but dammit it nearly killed you! Both of you!!”

Mr.McMahon turned to Marty, “You’re taking a break. I don’t care what you do but you are not going on TV until Shawn is better. Are we clear?”

“Yes sir.” Marty shrunk in his chair.

Finally, he looked at Shawn, “As for you, we’ll take care of your treatment this time . When you return, you are going to say you were on medical leave. We’ll discuss the paperwork later. No more lies you hear me? Not about this kind of shit. I expect you to learn from this.”

“Understood. Thank you- I’m just..a bit surprised. I thought it was just stories that..people like me in wrestling was-”

“-Fake? Bah. No. It never was. We had to make it seem like it was to protect our talent. It was one of the only accessible fields of work for some. We can discuss that later. Until then, both of you stay out of trouble, are we clear?”

“Yes sir.” Both of the younger men nodded. 

Their boss, surprisingly, was a man of his word. Shawn had a detox treatment involving blood transfusions while Marty was sent out to rehab. They’d on the phone for a few hours every other day to check on one another but it was far from boring. For Shawn at least.

“I’ll be honest. It feels pretty boring here.. I may have gotten in trouble yesterday for making my own fun.” Marty chuckled.

Shawn held the landline to his face as he laid out on his bed, “Marty, you gotta show the staff some mercy. Just a little. It can’t be that bad.”

“It’s super religious for some reason. Maybe this is a punishment..” He sighed heavily on the phone, “Just one more week.. How are you holding up?”

“My system is completely clean according to my test a few hours ago. Which means I should be clear to travel again. I just gotta see Vince tomorrow. Nothing to get too excited about, just to fill him in on me being an emotional vampire.”

“Oh. Good. Don’t have too much fun without me okay..?” Marty’s voice shook a little, “I gotta go. My head is killing me. I’ll check back in soon.”

“Sure. Bye.” Shawn hung the phone up and grunted. It was obvious Marty was hurt by Shawn planning to go to the WWF before he would complete his program. It only aggravated Shawn because he knew Marty needed support, but so did he dammit.

He shot off the bed and slid on a jacket with a smirk. If he couldn’t get the energy of the crowd, then his next best options would be the local bars. After all, he was far worse to deal with when he was hungry. He just had to hold out for Marty a bit longer..

“Alright, so I’ll just review this so I’m on the same page. You only occasionally need blood, that right?” McMahon looked up from the papers Shawn gave him.

Shawn nodded as he rubbed his eyes, “Yeah. Think of it like an oil change in a car I guess.” He chuckled softly, “I mostly just rely on the emotions of other people.”

“Explains why your fangs seem to retract.” Mr.McMahon chuckled, “No offense. You’re still an incredible talent out there and these hardly seem like limitations for you.” He sat the papers aside and leaned on his desk, “Have you ever considered a singles run?”

“A-A singles run?” Shawn sat up in his chair, “I mean, sure I have. It's been a dream of mine to be a solo champion just like the others.” He blushed nervously but kept his composure.

“No tag team lasts forever and you could have some potential out there. Try to mix things up a little when Marty returns. I want to see how you can work that crowd up with that..energy of yours. Just don’t make it too obvious that you out yourself. Do we have an understanding?”

The idea of leaving Marty made Shawn hesitate, but in front of him was a chance he might never see again. Immortal lives are full of regrets sure, but this was one he didn’t want to keep him up at night. He smiled and nodded, “Of course, I won’t let you down.”

“Good man. While you’re here, you might as well get retrained on the locker room etiquette. It’s a little different now that you’ll see everyone for what they really are. They’re just doing some rehearsals. If you brought your gear you might as well make use of that.”

Shawn knew an indirect way to shoo someone away when he saw one. He nodded and exited the office with a bit more pep in his step. He did need to work out a little anyway, so it wouldn’t have hurt him to use the facilities. Though he wondered just how *different* the locker room would feel now that he knew other monsters were in there with him. Did they know what he was too?

“I’m getting too into my head again, fuck.” Shawn took a breath and walked towards the makeshift gym, “Better just change and get some work done..” He thought to himself as he made his way to the locker room.

For once, he tried not to get noticed and quickly slipped into one of the stalls to change. Just then he could hear two men walk into the locker room.

“I’m telling you, we got this in the bag Bret. We won’t have to do tag much longer since The Rockers will be coming back soon.” Jim Neidhart sauntered over to a bench to put on his boots.

“They are?” Bret Hart, there was no doubt about it if Shawn just went by his voice. “That’s good to hear. Couldn’t even find out what hospital Shawn was at so I have no idea how he’s doing.” He sighed.

Jim snickered, “I hear someone saw him in the building.”

Shawn and Bret were friendly with each other given the Harts and the Rockers got to wrestle a few times. Shawn beamed at the idea of someone like Bret worrying over a fresh wrestler like him. Bret was the locker room leader, a multi generational superstar and Shawn was still carving his name into the books.

He fixed his hair and quickly slipped his workout clothes on. Then slipped out from the stall with a cat-like smirk. “Aww, my ears are ringing guys.”

Bret perked and chuckled, “Michaels!” He got up, clasped hands with Shawn and gave him a quick hug. “Where the hell have you been? Last I saw you, you had blood on your mouth and Marty had you on his shoulder.”

The mental image made Shawn wince a little. “Ah..Yeaah.. I had to leave to get emergency medical treatment. I'm fine now! Marty got me seen just in time.”

Jim frowned, “Shit. Sorry to hear that. You were medically cleared ‘n everything?”

Shawn nodded proudly, “And Marty should be back in a week. I'll be so glad to get back in the ring. I've been way too restless.”

“I can imagine. From those bruises it looks like the vampires got you huh?” Bret chuckled.

Shawn went a little wide eyed and chuckled nervously, “Huh? Vampires?”

“He means your IV bruises.” Jim pointed to Shawn's inner arm.

“Oh! Yeah. Sorry I thought you meant-” Shawn hesitated. There was no telling if Bret was like him. Far as he could tell, Bret was a normal human.

“You believe in vampires?” Bret raised his brows a little with a smile. He almost seemed amused.

“Do you?” Shawn folded his arms.

The blonde nodded and stretched, “I'll be around.”

Bret shrugged, “Dunno. Never met one,  so who am I to say?” He glanced up at the clock and looked at Shawn, “Sorry to cut it short, but we have to shoot a promo. We'll see you soon?”

He took a deep breath and leaned against a set of lockers. Bret couldn’t have known..could he? Shawn ran to the nearest mirror and lifted his lip to look at his teeth.

“Fangs are in…okay.” Shawn took another breath, “He couldn’t have known yet..I just have to keep it up until I’m sure..” He decided against working out in the building after all..

That one week felt like too long for Shawn’s liking. Not just because Marty was easy access to blood and energy but everything felt far too quiet. He hated being alone, everything felt so loud without Marty there to drown it all out. When he saw the familiar face of his friend, he practically floated in the air as he ran over.

Marty beamed and nearly fell over from Shawn hugging him. “Did you wait on me this whole time??” He laughed, “It wasn’t too boring without me was it?”

Shawn sighed in relief and shook his head, “No. Just too quiet. Way too quiet. I hardly knew what to do with myself honestly.” Not like he had a posse of friends in the federation to call upon.

Usually he’d be amused at Marty’s double meanings but it only told Shawn Marty didn’t learn much while he was away. He had hoped it was just him being paranoid, or things were going to get very messy.

The brunette’s smile was warm and he linked arms with Shawn as they walked. “Don’t worry about that, The Rockers are back in town! I just gotta drop my stuff off and we can head on out.”

“You sure?” Shawn frowned, “You just had your ass planted in a car for 4 hours. Don’t you think you need to get something in you? I'm just guessing because I dunno if our hunger is the same.”

“I’m already good! Just seeing you brought that adrenaline pumping through my veins.” Marty laughed and walked with a pep in his step.

Shawn put his hands in his pockets and shrugged, “I’ll let you know..”

“You’ll adjust to having me around again, keep that chin up! Or do you need a hit before we head out?” Marty paused just before stepping out of the hotel room. The way he looked at Shawn definitely didn't put him in the mood.

Shawn’s nerves only got worse as they started to head to the locker room. The hunger dragged it’s claws from the sides of his head, all the way to the bottoms of his heels. Everyone moved around them, some said hi and were happy the rockers were back but it all felt like a blur for Shawn. It was hell for his senses and body to perceive everything going on around him, not to mention Marty trying to talk to him at the same time.

Just when Shawn didn’t think it could get worse, it felt like he ran right into a wall. Only it was The Undertaker putting his gear on. His once empty eyes focused on Shawn and bent down.

“Are you okay…?” His low voice was quiet enough for Shawn to hear.

“Oh-yeah.. I’m so sorry.” Shawn quickly brushed himself nervously, “I’m uh-”

Undertaker blinked slowly, “You look like you’re starving.” The way he looked at Shawn was as if he was staring right through him. Yet there wasn't any threatening aura about him.

He could feel the blood drain from his face and Shawn moved his hair around nervously, “Haha..I..Do you know what I am..?”

The dead man nodded but kept a finger to his lips. “That is your business Michaels. Take care of yourself.” He muttered as he walked off.

“Hoooly shit..” Marty breathed, “He knew who you were!!” He laughed until he got a good look at Shawn’s face. “Shawn. C’mon you need to sit down..”

Shawn grunted and followed Marty to an empty changing area. He sat down and put his head between his knees in an attempt to get the room to stop spinning.

“Buddy. Have you fed lately..?” Marty sat next to him with a look of concern, “Talk to me.”

He shook his head no.

Marty sighed with a smile as he gently lifted up Shawn’s head, “Take anything you need. We have time. I’ve missed you y’know.”

His hair stood up at Marty’s gentle touch, it felt like he didn’t deserve it. Marty’s fingers gently rubbed Shawn���s cheek and leaned closer to Shawn’s face.

A quiet sigh escaped from Shawn’s lips and he finally caved into his urges. For a brief moment their lips connected as Shawn’s skin screamed in relief. He could feel everything Marty was feeling in that moment.

Relief. Yearning. God the Adrenaline in Marty’s body..

When their lips separated, a glowing aura left Marty’s mouth and flowed into Shawn’s. The blonde man breathed it in as his blue eyes became more vibrant. He held Marty’s face gently until he was satisfied.

His eyes were slightly dilated but he felt incredible. Like everything was right again. “Thanks Marty.” Shawn whispered.

“Thank you for not sucking me dry.” Marty chuckled softly. “Feel better?”

“Like I could fight god.”

“That’s what I wanna hear.” Marty shot onto his feat and beamed. “Let’s shoot that promo. Then they’re gonna make us rehearse.. I can’t wait to get out there.”

Shawn smirked to himself, “Neither can I.” They walked back through the locker room with more swagger in their step.

Bret glanced up from lacing his boots and raised a brow at Shawn’s appearance. He looked put together but what was with his eyes? “You feeling better already?”

Shawn stopped and smiled at Bret, “Oh yeah. I’ll be able to perform tonight. Just you wait.”

Jim laughed, “Good to hear. We’ll meet you two out there in a bit then!”

Something didn’t sit well in Bret’s gut, so he walked back where Marty and Shawn were just sitting. There didn’t appear to be anything left behind like powders or a skunky odor.

“The hell did they do back here..? I hope its not drugs..” Bret shook his head as he rejoined Jim.

The promo was just to hype up their match and it went off without a hitch. Shawn managed to keep up until it was finally showtime. The Rockers made their way to the ring, smiling at the fans pop to their return. Shawn tossed around his hair and showed off a bit more than he usually did. He particularly enjoyed the sight of some female fans in the front row eying him.

Marty pat his back as The Hart’s entrance music hit. Shawn heard the pop for Bret and Jim and a bit of envy flickered through him. He shook it off as he watched Jim take the side and Bret stroll into the center ring. Marty took his spot and hooted for Shawn. Shawn took another deep breath and had a smug smirk on his face. It looked almost foreign on the usually happy-go-lucky rocker.

“Where was this energy during rehearsals?” Bret muttered.

Shawn stuck his tongue out a little, “I’m just excited.”

The bell rung and the two immediately jumped to grapple each other. Bret threw Shawn into the ropes to clothesline him. Shawn sold the shot and fell right onto his back. While Shawn tried to recover, Bret climbed onto the nearest turnbuckle and readied himself to jump off. He moved his hair out of his face and yelled as Bret landed right on him. Thankfully Shawn was positioned just right so Bret wouldn’t bump the ground too badly.

Both Jim and Marty were reaching out towards their tag partners, desperate to let Bret and Shawn get a breather.

Shawn started to crawl towards Marty’s corner but Bret tried to latch onto Shawn’s legs. The blonde kicked Bret in the ear and leaped forward to make the tag for Marty. Marty moved Shawn into the corner and went right to work to stop Bret from tagging Jim.

The boss’s words rung in Shawn’s mind, “Try to mix things up a little when Marty returns. I want to see how you can work that crowd up with that..energy of yours.” He glanced at the women behind him and jerked his head upwards to acknowledge them. The girls could hardly believe Shawn noticed them and their smiles only grew. The smell of their admiration for him was too enticing, almost like freshly baked desserts seducing his sweet tooth. Instead of focusing on the match, he jumped off the ring and leaned on the rail.

“Why aren’t you two sights for my sore eyes? What are ladies like you doing at a place like this? Enjoying the show?”

One practically swooned in his presence, “Oh yes. Shouldn’t you be up there though..?”

Shawn chuckled and waved his hand nonchalantly, “Marty’s talented, he’ll be just fine.”

Jim tagged Bret in and Bret looked on at Shawn in confusion. “Marty? What the hell is Shawn doing??”

Marty was held up by Bret and Marty yelled out to Shawn, “Shawn!!!”

By the time Shawn whipped around, Bret was already preparing to put him into the sharpshooter. Shawn took that as his cue to jump back onto the ring. “Marty!!”

It was too late. Marty started tapping as his body was giving out. It was the planned ending but it was supposed to be just a little longer. Mr.McMahon seemed pleased at the announcer table and nodded at Shawn.

Bret looked at Shawn and wanted to knock some sense into him, but Jim grabbed his arm.

“Lets go.Let’s go. Before you lose it.” Jim whispered as their theme hit.

Marty got onto his feet and glared at Shawn, ‘What the hell was that?!”

Shawn frowned, “I’m sorry I got distracted!”

“Clearly!” Marty shoved Shawn a little, “You’re making us look bad at our comeback!!”

The Rockers argued their way backstage but Marty was surprised management wasn’t as furious as he was. That was until Bret stomped his way to Shawn.

“Did you just suddenly forget all that rehearsing?! We were supposed to wrestle for a few more minutes!!” Bret practically snarled.

Shawn rolled his eyes, “You got your win in the end didn’t you? Or did you want to throw me around for a bit longer?” He teased.

Bret pointed a finger at Shawn, “I don’t know what’s gotten into you but you better knock it off. Unless you forgot to tell us there was something new added to the match. The boss seemed way too happy with you.”

Marty raised his brows and looked at Shawn, “Did you forget to tell me about something Shawn???”

He tried backing away until Bret grabbed hold of Shawn’s singlet. Shawn grew fearful until he looked down at Bret’s hand. Wrapped around the straps of his singlet were..claws?

Bret’s eyes widened as he got a much better look at Shawn’s eyes. They were vibrantly blue with slit pupils..?

The anger on both of the men’s face instantly faded and was replaced with quiet shock. Bret let go of Shawn’s singlet and held his hands close to his chest. “Shit.. We’ll talk about this later. I’ve got to go..” Bret grabbed his stuff and started to rush out.

“Bret!!! Hold on!! I can help!” Jim shook his head at Shawn, then ran off to catch up with Bret. 

Marty looked Shawn over, “Are you okay?! Did he do something to you?”

“No.” Shawn licked his lips and swallowed, “No.. I-I’m fine. I don’t know what happened back there.. But I think Bret’s like us.”

[rawiswhore]

Various WWF Wrestlers x Fem Reader- "Attention Whore"

I apologize as to why I didn't post any fanfics at the end of June and beginning of July---I was in a different town and wasn't using the Internet then because I don't have a laptop, iPad or iPhone.

This fanfiction may be similar to the last fanfic I posted, but whatever.

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From 1996 to the beginning of 1998, you always stood by Hunter Hearst Helmsley's/Triple H's side, always leading him to the ring, cheering for him and even doing photoshoots with him.

You never would've cheated on him or left for someone else.

However, at the end of 1997, when the Attitude era was coming about and women were beginning to dress more provocatively, you showed up on a "Monday Night Raw" episode dressed in nothing but a very short towel wrapped around your naked body with matching open toed high heels.

You walked past these male wrestlers lined up, where you were beginning to turn their heads sideways and smiles formed on their faces as they saw you.

Those male wrestlers lined up who looked at you and gave you lots of attention were Triple H, Shawn Michaels, Billy Gunn, Brian Pillman and Jeff Hardy.

Some of the sexiest wrestlers in the WWF.

Triple H, Shawn and Billy had their long hair hanging down.

You, too, had a smile on your face as you walked in that towel.

Those male wrestlers gave you attention in that towel.

Considering you were linked to Triple H and you were his manager when DX started off as Shawn and HHH, he didn't mind you being surrounded by other male wrestlers, especially Shawn.

Although, Triple H may as well be angry at those other male wrestlers giving you attention and you dressing like that for attention.

As those male wrestlers crowded around you with smiles on their faces, you giggled in a high pitched voice while you spoke in a rather high pitched voice different from your other voice.

"There's 5 of you and one of me" you mentioned. "So maybe you should go get a couple more guys"

Your eyes looked at Shawn Michaels while your elbow nudged him.

There are other male wrestlers you wish had been in the WWF so you could catch their attention, such as Rob Van Dam (who did almost join the WWF in 1997), Nova from ECW, Chris Jericho, Scott Hall, Tommy Rogers of the Fantastics, Al Snow/Leif Cassidy (if he shaved his moustache off) and some future WWF stars like Christian Cage and Val Venis, but unfortunately, those wrestlers are in other companies.

This entire moment was modeled after an infamous "Three's Company" episode where Janet puts on a blond wig and changes her personality along with it, even one of the things you said was a reference from that episode.

[edgessunflower]

Chapter 12

I love you

You gently caress Chyna's arm as you lay in bed together having woken up only a few minutes ago, ever since the evening with all your friends and that very special night together the two of you have been staying together at each other's places. You smile when you see her watching you before leaning down and kissing your temple before slowly going down your face, jaw, and neck as you both get awake and head to the kitchen for breakfast enjoying the music playing in the background as you both get ready and head to meet up with your friends for training feeling nervous and excited for your matches later that evening and boy did you all have quite a few matches that day, you had a match against Terri Runnels, you would be ringside with Edge and Christian during their match against Triple H and X-Pac, you had a tag team match with Rey and Eddie against Shawn Michaels, triple h, and Stephanie, you would also be ringside with Chyna during her match against Ivory, and finally you would be in a tag team match with her, Lita, and Torrie Wilson against Tori, stephanie, and terri. You cheer when eddie won against Kurt Angle and hug lita when she wins against ivory before you went out and won against terri smiling when chyna jumps in the ring and lifts you up smiling proudly at you, you support the rest of your friends in their matches and pull out all the stops in your match with eddie and rey pulling out a win and rest before your match with lita, torrie, and chyna yelling in joy when you pin stephanie and win the match and hug torrie and lita but what surprises you is when chyna grabs a mic and holds your hand "This past while has changed my life in so many ways and I'm not just meaning wrestling or being in WWF but especially this past while being with you...I've never cared and loved someone as much as I have with you" you tear up as you smile and look at her before she leans in and kisses you making lita clap and torrie smile as the crowd loses their minds while the two of you hold each other in your own shared world as you walk backstage and soon head back to your house together full of smiles and giggles. You walk out in a towel as chyna secretly takes her eyes over your body when you drop the towel "I love you" you stop and look at her before smiling and walking to her sharing a kiss before you put underwear and a shirt on "I love you baby" she turns rosy pink as you lay next to her and watch tv until she falls asleep by you as you watch little house on the prairie until you fell asleep an hour and a half later with your arms wrapped around her body and head on the back of her neck.

[sleepy-achilles]

Could you do a Shawn and Taker honeymoon fic?

Can’t remember if you’ve done it before so just ignore me if you have

Not gonna lie, It took me so long to get around to his because I was reading a/b/o fics. It never was my thing but I'm started to yk..get it.

Hbtaker- Sunshine and Kisses

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Shawn can't wipe the smile off his face. His head is rested in his arms as he lays on the quiet beach. He finally got his time.

He grunts as a body lays on his. "Cmon baby" Taker purs. "Get off you lump" Shawn huffs. Taker chuckles and rolls onto the towel, laying on his side to watch Shawn. Shawn turns his face to look at the man. "Where have you been?" Shawn asks. "The ocean. Its great." Taker smiles. "I know, the beach is amazing like that" Shawn teases. Taker rolls his eyes and moves closer. "Imma ignore that because its our honeymoon and it'd be a waste to murder you now" Taker jokes. "Oh yeah, gotta get your full moneys worth out of me or the wedding would just be a waste" Shawn smirks sitting up. "Oh for sure" Taker smirks laying on his back.

Shawn wastes no time straddling the bigger man. "We are finally married" Shawn whispers resting his hands on takers chest. "Took too damn long" Taker murmurs taking shawns hips into his hand. "How long are we here?" Shawn asks looking over the beach. Bora bora, beautiful really. Quiet. No one recognised them. Its beautiful. "A week and then it's paris" Taker smiles as he takes in shawns beauty. "Ah Pari!" Shawn smiles watching the animals nearby.

Yes Paris. The country they ran away to before takers life got messy. Ran away for a week and got punished by everyone for it, but it was so worth it.

"Same hotel room and everything" Taker speaks softly. Shawn looks at him and smiles. "I love you" Taker whispers. "Everything about you. Your smile, your brains, your skills in the ring, your way with words, how you make people laugh, how beautiful you are-" taker gets cut off by a deep kiss. When Shawn pulls back Taker just watches him. His cheeks are flush, his eyes are watery and he still looks beautiful. "I love you so damn much" Shawn whispers. "I know baby" Taker whispers. "I know. Trust me" he adds, gently wiping shawns eyes.

Shawn leans into his hand. "What shall we do?" Taker asks. "Wanna go snorkeling?" Shawn asks standing. "Of course" Taker chuckles standing. Shawn takes his hand and taker looks at their hands as they walk.

He watches as the sun hits the ring.

He truly is the luckiest man in the world. He doesn't know how he got Shawn but he knew one thing, he wouldn't be letting him go anytime soon. He knew if his younger self could see him now he'd probably be so relieved. So proud and glad that he could be free. That he could chase his dreams. Be with who he wants.

He loves Shawn Michaels and that will never change.

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Who said I can't do romance?

Look at me go

Bada-bing bada-boom

[blowflyfag]

WORLD WRESTLING FEDERATION MAGAZINE : AUGUST 1993

AGAINST ALL ODDS: A NIGHT OF RAW UPSETS 

BATTLE OF THE TITANS JANNETTY BEATS MICHAELS FOR THE INTERCONTINENTAL TITLE

Two Stunning Upsets Mark May 17 Monday Night Raw

By Lou Gianfriddo 

Transcript Below!!!

Shawn Michaels was stunned when his former tag team partner Marty Jannetty literally walked off the streets of New York City and challenged him to an Intercontinental Title match on the May 17 Monday Night Raw.

It happened during a live interview with Vince McMahon in which Michaels said he was unbeatable and bragged about recent victories over Hacksaw Jim Duggan (who met Michaels the previous week on Raw in a Lumberjack Match) and Mr. Perfect (Who had several encounters with the blond-haired Texan at bouts in locations around the nation). 

However, in retrospect these matches may have served to work against Michaels. The frequent title defenses and the beatings he often sustained therein may have taken their toll. 

Shawn must have been aware of such facts, because he used every excuse he could in order to back out of the challenge match. But nothing worked for him that night. He was forced to wrestle and seemed unprepared for the altercation the second he stepped into the ring. 

When the challenger hit the ring, he initiated the offensive. He slingshot Michaels and decked him with clotheslines, back-bodydrops and flying elbows to the jaw.

The intensity increased. Marty didn’t give Michaels any quarter. He was all over Michaels like a new tan. 

Jannetty hammered his former partner with punches. He again slingshot Michaels. This time, though, Shawn struck the turnbuckles upside-down and crashed face-first onto the concrete floor.

Reeling from Jannetty’s furious onslaught, Micheals—in an attempt to save face and his title—grabbed the belt from ring announcer Howard Finkel and headed toward the locker room. Sure Michaels would lose the match and the winner’s purse of the money via count-out but he would still retain the championship. It was a prudent plan, one which Michaels had used on several occasions. 

||A dispute with Perfect took Michaels’ attention off his Intercontinental Title defense.||

But it didn’t work on this night. Just before he was home safe, Mr. Perfect, Michael’s archrival since Wrestlemania IX, walked through the curtains and deterred his exodus. Perfect, holding his towel and making derogatory remarks about Michaels, herded the champion back to the squared circle.

What followed was some of the most dramatic wrestling action ever witnessed. Jannetty picked up the pace and came within micrometers of pinning his former friend on at least six occasions. 

Just when it seemed that Michaels was doomed, he mustered a comeback. He stunned Jannetty with several rehearsals and staggered him with a clothesline. Then he dropped Jannetty with a devastating side-kick that landed squarely on his jaw. 

||Marty Jannetty shocked Shawn Michaels with a small package that brought Jannetty the title.||

Jannetty was out: done for–ripe for the pickings–so go the cliches often used in sport. But Michaels made a monumental error. Instead of pinning Jannnetty, he turned his attention to Perfect, who was at ringside the entire time. 

“That’s what’s gonna happen to you, Mr. Not-so-good,” sneered Michaels from the second turnbuckle. 

Perfect returned the banter but also kept his eyes on Jannetty, who slowly cleared the cobwebs and rose to his feet. 

Perfect then responded by throwing the towel in Michael’s face. By the time Shawn had pushed it away it was too late–Jannetty knotted him with a small package and won the match and the Intercontinental Belt.

Later, Shawn registered a protest with this publication. “Is Jack Tunney gonna allow this [Jannetty’s win] to stand? I was stomping Jannetty’s guts. He couldn’t take it, so Perfect threw in the towel. Didn’t the referee see it? Didn’t any of you morons see it?” 

No, Shawn, what most people saw was Marty Jannetty beating you fair and square in center ring. 

[mr-mitsu]

Shawn Michaels / HBK - Set 17 (NSFW)

[littletroubledgrrrl]

Before I saw this moment, I created my own female professional wrestling original character who I've imagined in a World Wrestling Federation episode the end of 1997 she wears nothing but a towel in the locker room, and while her back is turned in front of the camera she undoes her towel and flashes her naked body in front of Triple H, Shawn Michaels, and the Hardy Boyz (although no nudity is really shown and she's just filmed from the back when she exposes her nude body).

Strangely enough, my pro wrestling OC has a lot in common with AJ Lee.

[skeletonrodeoqueen]

“There’s only one IC champ and you’re lookin’ at him.”

Shawn Michaels, Monday Night Raw 2/28/94

[dilanmoodboards]

Loving is Much Better Than Being Right

Paring: Bret Hart/Shawn Michaels

NSFW; +18; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Summary: Bret is sick of Shawn's little games. After Shawn kisses Hunter live on Raw, he decides to do something about it.

Tags: PWP; Jelous!Bret Hart; Possessiveness; Top!Bret Hart; Bottom!Shawn Michaels; Light Angst; Praise Kink; Blow Job; Anal Fingering; Anal Sex

Notes: Aroace guy writing smut? It's more likely than you think. Also aparently I'm incapable of not writing angst into fics. English is not my first language and I'm dyslexic af, so feel free to correct anything. Comments are always welcome.

Word Count: 2,356

Bret Hart hated Shawn Michaels. He hated everything about the younger man, the way he strutted around everywhere as if he owned the place, the fact that he was getting a push from management, the way he and his friends used their influence backstage to get whatever they wanted, the way he danced around the ring and his shiny clothes full of mirrors and glitter. He was loud, obnoxious and seemed to find some sort of special pleasure in annoying Bret specifically. 

Deep down Bret always knew that a lot of his annoyance came due to his own feelings towards the blonde, feelings he would really like to ignore. 

Bret tried his best to completely ignore anything Shawn did that didn’t directly have to do with him, but tonight on Raw Shawn went too far for Bret’s liking. When he watched Michaels kiss Hemsley on the lips the moment Raw had gone back live, Bret felt that green little monster inside him rear its ugly head.  

Bret left the area around the gorilla and made his way to the locker rooms in the arena, his mind constantly replaying the kiss. Bret decided he was going to do something about it, he was going to teach Michaels a lesson. The Heartbreak Kid would learn not to play with fire.

Shawn was happy with how the show had gone, his match with Ken Shamrock had gone exactly how they planned, with all the spots being hit perfectly. He also got to piss off Vince when he kissed Hunter live, which got him into an impromptu meeting with Vince and Pat, that boiled down to Vinman chewing him out for ten minutes. It’s not like he really cared, but he really wanted to hit the showers and go back to the hotel. When he was finally able to leave the makeshift office, most people had already left. 

Once he got to the DX locker room he found a note from Hunter saying him and Jonnie had already left for the hotel. Shawn decided to shower in the arena to give the lovebirds some time for themselves. 

He was too focused rummaging through his bag for a towel and shower supplies to notice someone entering the room.

Bret watched as Shawn looked through his bag, his black and blue gear calling his attention to Shawn’s leg and butt, causing Bret to blush a little. He shook his head, if he was going to do this he needed to let go of his shy side. Bret cleared his throat to call the attention of the blonde, Shawn whipped around looking a little startled, but soon recovered and smiled at him.

“To what do I owe the honour of having the champ in my presence.” Shawn ended his little tirade with an exaggerated bow. Bret just rolled his eyes, Michaels truly had a way of pissing him off that should be commended.

 “Just came to see what Vince and Pat wanted with you, since our match is this week”. Bret answered. 

“Oh, it had nothing to do with that, Vinman was just pissed that I kissed Hunter during ‘family time’ or whatever it’s called.” Bret gave a hum, but did not make any effort to move. Shawn was getting increasingly more nervous, the last time he and the Hitman had been in a locker room alone they ended up having a fight, one that Bret had gotten the better of the blonde, and even took a little of himself with him. The bald spot in Shawn’s scalp hadn’t completely grown back yet.

After a while Bret finally said something: “That was a stupid stunt you pulled, this is a family show after all, we already have to deal with you and your little crew of degenerates running around with your stupid jokes and obscene gestures, ruining the show's reputation.”

Shawn laughed at that and started getting closer to Bret: “Me and my little crew of degenerates are the only thing keeping the Fed going and you know it very well, sorry that we don’t subscribe to your puritanical ways.”

Deep down Shawn knew that aggravating Hart wasn’t a good idea, but he couldn’t help it, ever since his relationship with Bret had turned sour he couldn’t help but want to make the older man hate him even more. If they weren’t friends, then he would make sure they would be the bitterest of enemies. That train of thought is what prompted him to say the next words.

“Why, I think you’re just jealous Hitman, but you don’t need to worry, Hunter is okay with sharing.” Shawn was now up in Bret’s personal space, their bodies almost touching. The Heartbreak Kid noticed something shift in the brunette's eyes, and prepared himself for a blow. But that never came. Instead Bret got even closer to him, effectively touching their bodies and trapping Shawn between him and the locker. 

“But I’m not.” Shawn didn’t have enough time to process what Bret had said before their lips were touching. Bret gave him enough wiggle room to allow him to escape in case he wanted to, but Shawn didn’t, kissing Bret with just as much vigour. As the kiss intensified, Bret grabbed his hair and pressed him against the locker, while Shawn started to slip Bret’s leather jacket off his shoulders. Years of pent up tension finally being released at that moment.

Once they separated to catch some air, Bret started to trail kisses along Shawn’s neck and collarbone, making the blonde whine. Bret noticed he was particularly sensitive in that area, something he filed in his mind for later, as he bit into the pulse point on Shaw’s neck. “Vince will kill you if you leave a mark” Shawn breathlessly said.

“Say it was Hunter or some ring rat. I’ll know it was me and that’s all that matters.” Shawn whined at Bret’s words, all the while the older man continued to kiss and bite almost every inch of flesh available to him. Shawn Michaels was loud, but Bret didn’t really care at the moment, anyone could walk in on them, but right now all he wanted was to draw out every single noise he could from the blonde. His ego swelling knowing he was the one that was making the Heartbreak Kid writhe and moan.

Shawn reached for Bret’s tank top, finally exposing the Hitman’s muscular and tanned chest for him to explore. When Hart finally let up on his marking of Shawn’s body, it was his turn to start kissing the expanse of Bret’s chest and stomach. Paying special attention to the older man's pecs, that always caught Shawn’s eyes. 

As Shawn went down kissing and licking the Hitman’s skin he finally reached what he was looking for. He nuzzled his face against Bret’s crotch while holding his strong thighs, and heard him let out a groan. Bret took him by the hair and they stared at each other for a moment. “Go on then, how do you and your friends say it? Suck it.” Bret said giving a slight thrust of his hips in imitation to the chopping motion DX would do after saying those words. Shawn rolled his eyes, but went for it anyway, he had waited very long for that and he didn’t need to be told twice.

He opened Bret’s jeans and fished out his dick from his underwear, the Hitman was already at full attention, with his precum dripping from the tip. Shawn licked it while staring at Bret from under his lashes, Hart let out a moan and closed his eyes. The Heartbreak kid continued to lick the entire length of Bret’s member, giving special attention to the tip.  Then without warning he swallowed his entire length without much difficulty, which earned him a moan from the man above him. After a while Shawn started bobbing his head and hollowing his cheeks. Bret then started thrusting into Shawn’s mouth, accidentally choking him from time to time.

Bret was getting closer by the second, he had heard the rumours about Shawn’s ability with his mouth, but until that moment he had thought they were just rumours, right now he wasn’t so sure. When he felt his orgasm approaching he pulled the blonde off of him. Shawn looked downright sinful, with his pupils blown so wide you couldn’t see his blue eyes and his lips swollen and darkened by a mix of saliva and precum, that dripped to his chin.

Hart pulled the younger man up by his hair and kissed him, tasting himself in Shawn’s tongue. Michaels let out a whine at that, and pulled Bret closer by the shoulders. They continued to kiss as Bret backed them both up against the bench, Shawn appeared to guess what Bret was getting at, because the moment the back of his knees touched the edge of the bench he stopped the kiss and laid down on his back.

“Do you have…” Bret began to ask, but Shawn answered before he could finish: “Inside the small pocket in my bag”. While Bret grabbed the lube from Shawn’s bag, Michaels worked on getting off of his tights.

Bret put a little of the lube on his fingers and caught one of Shawn’s thighs in order to expose his entrance at which point Shawn wrapped his other leg around Bret’s waist. He started to kiss Shawn once again before slowly inserting his index finger in. He started slow, making sure his finger could move without impediment before inserting a second one and scissoring them in order to open Shawn up. “Fuck Bret… just do it already”, Shawn said between moans trying to thrust back into Bret’s fingers while using his leg as leverage to pull Bret close, but Bret just tsked and continued at a slow and agonizing pace, holding Shawn’s hips in place: “Patience, I’m in charge here. Be good, unless you want me to stop”. Shawn whined at that, but stopped protesting.

 As he continued to stretch Shawn out, he found the little bundle of nerves inside him, which earned him a surprisingly high pitched moan from the younger man underneath him. Shawn once again tried pushing his hips into Bret’s finger, but he stopped moving them completely and held the blonde by the hips. “Come on, be a good boy and behave yourself.” Bret whispered directly into Shawn’s ears, earning a shiver from him. 

After a couple more minutes Bret finally decided that was enough teasing and pulled out his fingers. Shawn whined at the empty feeling, but soon was moaning as Bret slowly sank inside him. 

Bret almost came the moment he bottomed out inside the blonde, having to give himself some time to breath. “Please Bret, move” Shawn whined with tears starting to form in his eyes, he felt like he had never been more turned on in his life. Bret couldn’t deny him any longer and started setting a slow but hard pace that seemed to hit all the right places.

“That’s it. You take me so well.” Bret rasped in Shawn’s ear. He once again started to kiss his neck and collarbone, while also pepering smaller kisses on his lips and cheeks, all while maintaining his rhythm. Shawn was down right crying from pleasure now, as every single thrust from the Hitman seemed to hit his prostate.

Shawn was pulling him in even deeper using the leg that was wrapped around his hip as leverage, while also holding onto Bret’s strong back. Bret was certain he would have scratch marks the next day. The hitman picked up his pace, going faster and harder as he approached his climax.

“Please Bret, may I come, please, please, please.” Shawn asked, which surprised Bret. But he wasn’t going to deny him when he sounded so pretty begging. 

“Good boy. Cum for me.” as he said it, Hart reached between their bodies and stroked Shawn. 

Shawn arched his back as he moaned a string of inteligible curses mixed with Bret’s name, tensing up his entire body only to fall limp a second later. Bret also couldn’t hold on much longer after feeling the effects of Shawn’s orgasm from the inside. He allowed himself to let go, his rhythm becoming erratic as he reached his own climax, falling on top of the younger man.

After finally catching his breath Bret pulled out of Shawn and slowly lowered the blonde's leg as he stepped away from him. Shawn had one arm draped across his eyes as he breathed heavily.

“Damn Hitman, if I can’t fight on saturday it’s going to be your fault.” Bret laughed at that. Of course Shawn’s first response was to make a joke. “Come on let's get you dressed, I’ll give you a lift to the hotel.” Bret helped Shawn to sit on the bench and went inside the bathroom to get something to clean them with.

After they were both dressed they made their way to Bret's rental car in silence. But surprisingly the silence felt comfortable, they had never been good with words after all. 

“Can I sleep in your room tonight?” Shawn asked and Bret was almost certain he heard doubt in the Heartbreak Kid’s voice, as if he was scared to ask. “It’s just that I don’t know which room Hunter and Jonie are in and it’s late and I really…” Shawn was nervous and starting to ramble, Bret seemed to sense it and stopped him.

“Shawn you don’t need to ask, of course you can, whenever you need I’ll be here.” And Shawn wanted to believe him. But he knew the truth, Bret was leaving after Survivor Series, leaving just like Kevin, Scott and Sean had. But at least for this week he could pretend that everything was going to be okay.

That he wasn’t going to betray the one person he always wanted to be respected by, the person he had been madly in love with ever since he joined the Fed, the person he thought hated him until today.

He had a week to pretend everything was going to be alright.

[aj-the-cat]

sweet! here it is (almost) verbatim then: some soft shawn/bret, gently bathing each other in their hotel room after a match, when everything's sore and they just wanna sleep, and then cuddling softly in their hotel bed. I live for tender moments and there's nothing more tender than some quiet bathing and some soft snuggling

So soft, I love it! Please enjoy!

(Note: Im REALLY REALLY REALLY sorry it took so long! Thank you for being so patient!! School's been busting my ass, especially with my full schedule with band. ❤️❤️)

Softly Now

Masterlist

Bret Hart and Shawn Michaels

Warnings: None

"Watch it, Tex-mex, you bruised my ribs earlier."

Canadian and Texan arms linked around each other, holding each other up as they walked down the hotel hall from the elavator.

Shawn took the key from his mouth and unlocked the door to their shared room. He took steady steps into the room and walked to the bed, where they both collasped in a heap.

"Remind me to never do an iron man match again." Bret sighed out as he rolled over. Shawn remained where he was and looked over at Bret. "Same here. Even for the title."

(Future AJ here breaking the fourth wall. Shawn would do another iron man match against Kurt Angle in 2005, but it was only 30 minutes. Now back to the story.)

The WWF title hung loosely off Shawn's hips. The boyhood dream had finally come true, and all Shawn could think about was a nice nap and Bret cuddling him.

Speaking of Bret, he was snaking his hand up to Shawns hair to play with it. Fingers wrapped into the roots and the blonde nuzzled into his hand.

Bret scooted closer to Shawn, now skin to skin with him, and wrapped his arm around him. Shawn nuzzled in, putting his head in the crook of Bret's neck, placing soft kisses and playful bites on Canadian skin.

Giggling, Bret took his hands from Shawn's hair and placed them on his hips, then dove his head into his hair. Sweat and the slightest hint of Shawn's conditioner filled his nose and he pulled back.

"You stink." He said playfully. Shawn stopped his kisses and lifted his head to Bret. "Well so do you but you see me complaining." He stuck his tongue out and put on a pouty face.

Bret laughed, and turned over fully to put his hands on Shawn's cheeks. "We need a bath." Shawn lifted an eyebrow. "We? Is this an invitation to-"

Bret cupped his hand over Shawn's mouth. "No. Now lets get up and take a bath, how's that sound, hm?" Baby blues looked into chocolate browns, and Shawn nodded slowly. "Good boy."

The hand covering Shawn's mouth lifted and went under his legs, lifting him up bridal style. Bret carried Shawn towards the bathroom, careful not to touch any sore spots from their match that night.

Inside the bathroom, Bret set Shawn down on the counter and started up the water, making it an ideal temperature to soak. Shawn watched curiously, eyebrows raising as Bret grabbed a bottle of bubble bath formula.

Soon a sweet smelling bubbly mixture formed and Bret stopped the water, and went out of the room to grab a towel from the linen closet. "You can get in the bath, Shawn." He called from the hall.

Shawn hopped off the counter and stripped out of his ring gear, which he didn't bother to change out of at the arena, and got into the warm bath.

Bret came back from the hall and set a fluffy towel down on the counter and dropped a blue wash cloth into the soapy water. Shawn didn't care anymore and closed his eyes. Bret took a cup from the side if the tub and dunked it into the water, pulling it up to pour on Shawn's hair.

Relaxing into the water, Shawn didn't notice Bret massaging some shampoo into his hair. Bret made sure to use careful and relaxing touches as he shampooed Shawn's golden locks.

Bret finished and grabbed the cup again, dunking it into the water and pouring it on Shawn's hair, shielding his eye's so he wouldnt get soap in them. He repeated this process until all the shampoo was gone.

Shawn opened his eyes when Bret tapped his shoulder and lifted the wash cloth from the water and grabbed a bottle of body wash. He took the cloth and the body wash and began scrubbing himself, slightly irritated Bret didn't scrub him.

When he was done, he gave the contects back to Bret and took the cup and washed the soap off himself. By now, the water had gone lukewarm and the bubbles were dissipating.

Bret grabbed the towel and signaled Shawn to get out of the bath. He closed his eyes as Shawn rose and he wrapped the towel around him.

Shawn stood, dripping wet with a towel around his whole body and leaned into Bret, and Bret wrapped his arms around him, and leaned against the counter.

"I love you, Bret."

"I love you too, Shawn."

[rawiswhore]

Various Wrestlers x Fem Reader- "Queen of the Magazines"

There used to be all different kinds of wrestling magazines.

Besides WWF/WWE Raw magazine that would usually just showcase a photo one wrestler on the cover (or a tagteam or a faction), there were these wrestling magazines that had various wrestlers, wrestling managers and valets from different companies on the cover, like Pro Wrestling Illustrated is an example.

When your wrestling popularity was growing in the late 1990's, you appeared on the cover of a wrestling magazine alongside other wrestlers from different companies.

There was a small photo of you on that cover holding a towel that covered your naked torso, with your forearms holding that towel.

There was a caption of that photo of you that read your name and "Can't keep her clothes on!".

This image of you could've easily have been in that Beauties of Wrestling magazine, which was a magazine that had photos of beautiful women in pro wrestling like Sunny, Sable, Nancy Benoit, ECW women, WCW women, etc.

That picture of you was from a photoshoot you did for WWF Raw Magazine.

On the bottom left side of the magazine's cover was a photo of a sweaty Rob Van Dam standing sideways with strands of his hair sticking out.

On the bottom right side across from the magazine was a photo of Scott Hall sweaty and standing---it was a picture of him from a WCW Nitro episode.

Sandwiched between Scott and Rob was a photo of a long haired Chrsi Jericho having a WCW match against Raven.

Across from you on the upper righthand corner was an image of WWF newcomer (or rather, newcummer) Val Venis.

This magazine cover had so many sexy male wrestlers on the cover and that's a good thing, you just wish there could be more sexy male wrestlers on this cover, like Triple H and Shawn Michaels.

[pogueshomecoming]

like to be you - jj maybank x reader

requested? nope

description: based on the song by shawn mendes and julia michaels, kook!reader and jj get in a fight about his dad and it reiterates that their lives are very different

masterlist, taglist, and request links are in my bio :)

warnings: mentions of abuse, descriptions of cuts and bruises, angst, arguments

word count: 2.5k

++

The chateau's door opens with a creak, and your attention is pulled away from the conversation Pope and John B are having. JJ stumbles in, barely able to walk. You're on your feet in an instant.

"JJ?" John B follows after you, Pope trailing behind him. JJ makes it four more steps before he collapses to the ground, whimpering in pain. His hair falls out of his face to reveals his bloody and bruised face.

You fall to your knees right next to him, scooting closer so his head can rest in your lap. He groans and tries to curl into himself when you lift his shirt to see if he's bleeding anywhere else. "JJ, what the hell? Do we need to go to the hospital?"

Concern fills your voice, but JJ shakes his head. "I need a shower. I'll be fine tomorrow."

JJ goes to sit up, and you have to keep your hands pressed to his back as a guide. There's no way he'd be able to stand in the shower alone.

"Was this your dad again?" Pope crouches in front of the blonde boy, taking in the bruises on his shins that looked way too similar to a boot's imprint.

"Yeah." His voice is weak, strained from using his energy, and probably screaming at his father. Your blood boils. At what point will JJ stop going home? What would it take?

"I'll help you into the shower." You mumble, trying not to show your anger because it's not JJ you're mad at. JJ tries to smile but ends up wincing, and the boys help him to his feet. John B and Pope help your boyfriend into the bathroom while you grab fresh towels from the bag of laundry you brought over this morning.

He's sitting on the toilet lid by himself when you enter the bathroom, his shirt already on the floor. You can see two more cuts on each side of his ribcage in addition to the busted lip and eyebrow. The bruise on his hip is the worst. Usually, his blood has dried by the time he gets here, but it looks like he's reopened the wounds.

"God, JJ. I'm so sorry. I know it hurts." You shut the door behind you and quickly turn on the shower. It's not long before steam starts to fill the room.

"Are you going to get in with me?" JJ's voice is soft as he undresses his lower half.

"If that's what you want." He nods, and you start to undress, too, letting him use you as a crutch once you're both ready to get in.

The silence between you two isn't uncommon. JJ knows there's not much for you to say when he's like this because he knows you hate it. You hate seeing him hurt.

You use a washcloth to scrub around the cuts gently while he watches the water turn red and swirl around the drain. One of them could need stitches, but you know he won't listen. JJ uses sleep as a cure-all.

He leans against you when you've finished cleaning his wounds, letting his forehead press into the crook of your neck. His fingers are tracing patterns in your back.

"Don't you think it's time to get out of there, J? You could move in here permanently." Your voice is quiet, and the sounds of the shower would've drowned it out if JJ wasn't skin to skin with you.

"What do you mean?" JJ pulls back, so now his hands are on your elbows.

You sigh, not sure if this would be a touchy subject in JJ's mind. "Like... this happens every time you go home, so you could not go home anymore? I don't like seeing you hurt for no reason."

"Y/N, I avoid my father as much as possible already. It sounds a lot like you're telling me it's my fault if I keep going back there." JJ furrows his brow and shakes his head, indicating that he's bothered by your words.

"No, no, of course it isn't your fault. I know you already avoid him. I just thought that maybe it's time to move away from that situation and separate yourself."

JJ is quiet, and you look at your feet, knowing you've upset him, and it's too late to take it back.

"I'm here enough. John B isn't responsible for me. It's fine, Y/N. I'll only go when he's not there from now on." JJ squeezes your arms, trying to be reassuring, but you've still got that pit in your stomach, and you've never been good at keeping your mouth shut.

"What are you talking about? John B would love for you to stay here, even more so if it meant you were staying out of danger. My family has a guest house. If you're worried about bothering JB, I can-"

"I'm a Pogue, Y/N, not a Kook. Your parents wouldn't let me stay, and I don't want to. That's not how this works. I'm not taking a handout. We've talked about it before. Not everyone wants what the Kooks have, alright? Can we drop it?" His voice rises, having more of a bite as his anger grows, and he lets go of you.

"Hey, this is not about me being a Kook. I hate when you throw that in my face, and you know it. This is about you always going back there because you think you deserve what he does to you!" The words hang in the air after you've spoken them. The only sound between the two of you is the water running. You're sure that your friends heard the argument through the paper-thin walls.

JJ visibly falters. His shoulders slump, and he starts to fiddle with his hands as he turns his back to you. After a moment, his body begins to shake as he holds back tears. You're not sure if there's anything you can say to make it better.

"Wait, J, I-" You stop talking when he turns around abruptly.

"I can't, okay? I can't leave him there. He thinks the groceries magically appear in the fridge. He thinks that he's getting paid leave from work. I work my ass off to provide for him. What happens when I stop? He'd fucking die, and then it's my fault. After everything he's done to me, I hate him. I fucking hate him, but I can't leave him."

JJ doesn't wait for a response. Instead, he gets out of the shower. You're shocked. He's never walked away from an argument. Sure, you've fought before, but it never ends with one of you leaving.

You wait until you hear the bathroom door shut to turn the water off, and then you take your time drying off. There were no clothes for you to change into, so you make sure your towel is tucked tightly before you exit the bathroom.

John B, Pope, and Kie are sitting on the couch. Kie must've arrived in the last few minutes, but the looks on their faces confirm that they heard everything. They try to look away once they realize you're looking at them, but it's too late.

"Goodnight, guys." You say weakly, feeling like you're going to cry any second now. It feels stupid to cry. JJ is the one who's hurt, but you don't want that for him anymore.

In response, they all mumble goodnight, and you turn on your heel to enter the guest room.

JJ is already in bed, the covers are pulled to his waist, and he's facing away from the door. The bandages and alcohol pads and trash that comes with that is on the dresser, so you know he's already done what you usually do for him.

Both of you are silent as you move around the room to get dressed. With each step closer, you start to dread getting into bed. When you have nothing else left, you ease in as gently as possible after turning off the light.

You didn't imagine the bed to feel so cold, and it triggers the tears you'd been holding back for JJ's sake. If he notices, he doesn't do or say anything. You lay on your back and look at the ceiling, letting your tears fall past your ears and into your hair.

The relationship you have with your father is hugely different than JJ's with his. You've never been scared to go home, you've never flinched from someone's touch, and you've never had to yearn for a parent's love and affection. The two of you live very different lives.

"I don't want to go to bed like this," JJ says softly. You hear the motion of the blankets before you feel the warmth of his hand enclosing your wrist.

"I'm sorry, J. I don't even know why I'm crying. I'm not that one who got hurt. I'm so-"

"Tired. We're both tired. I'll never judge you for crying. There's nothing left to say. Let's call a truce."

It wasn't an outright acceptance of your apology, but it was close. There were still more things you needed to say, but JJ is right. You're both tired, and it's time to go to sleep. For now, you'll stay in this weird in-between spot where you don't know if he's still upset or not.

"Yeah, sounds good." You choke out, managing so sound somewhat natural.

JJ doesn't retract his hand, but he doesn't move any closer, leaving you to fall asleep grasping onto the little warmth you're getting from him.

+

You wake up before JJ. Somehow your internal alarm clock is always set for earlier in the morning when your anxiety is high. He's snoring softly next to you, the bruises on his face already looking better.

JJ rolls from his side to his back, the covers falling off of him to reveal that he's almost bled through his bandages. You scoot out of bed as quietly as you can.

After leaving the room to brush your teeth, you come back with a damp washcloth and gather the medical supplies from the dresser. You start to tend to JJ's wounds while trying not to wake him up. What is he going to say when he wakes up? Is he still going to be upset with you?

It was naive of you to think your anxiety would go away overnight, but you're not sure you want to have another conversation about it. JJ stirs before you're ready, and his pretty blue eyes look at you curiously.

He said there wasn't anything left to say last night, but there was and still is. However, when you make eye contact, all of it goes out the window. You blank.

"Thanks for cleaning that up, baby." JJ smiles sweetly. You're head starts spinning with possibilities. Is he going to act as if nothing happened? Will he throw it in your face randomly to make you feel worse about it? Nothing that JJ has ever done previously would lead you to believe he'd do that, but it's where your mind takes you.

"Do you want to go to the beach?" That always cheers both of you up, but you can't tell if you're offering for him or yourself.

"Sure, sweetheart. It's too cold to swim, but I bet our spot will be open."

There was a specific tree on the beach that you and JJ liked to lay under sometimes. It had the perfect amount of shade and sun because you got cold too quickly, and JJ the opposite. Out of all of the memories you have, those are the fondest.

By the time you get to the beach, JJ still seems as normal as ever. You hadn't expected him to wake up screaming or yelling, but you did think he'd say something else—anything to make you feel like he didn't hate you for what you said would be nice.

JJ pulls you down onto the blanket with him to assume your regular cuddling position, but it's modified slightly with his bandages. "You don't have to act like I'll break, Y/N. I've survived a lot of things so far, so accidentally putting your hand over my wound isn't going to do shit."

"Alright, alright." You allow yourself to giggle despite your mind telling you that he's angry with you.

The two of you trail off into silence after a few moments of laughter, both deep in thought. You nervously pick at your nails, wondering what JJ is thinking about. Does he have a speech he's rehearsing in his head? Is he waiting for the right moment?

"Y/N, how could you? You didn't-"

"I'm sorry, JJ. About what I said, I didn't mean to come at you like that. You should still be mad at me, I-" you start to ramble, but JJ cuts you off.

"What? I was going to say you didn't give me my good morning kiss. You always do. Are you still thinking about the fight? It's fine, Y/N, really. Look at me," JJ shifts so you can turn to face him.

"It was harsh, but I needed to hear it. In some ways, I think you're right. Sometimes I blame myself for my mother leaving, which is why he's the way he is, so it comes full circle. I know that's fucked up, but it's getting better. I'm getting better. Why didn't you tell me you were still worrying about it?"

You have to ignore your heartbreaking at his words to be able to talk. JJ has let his father into his head, but you can imagine how hard it would be not to.

"I don't know. You stopped the conversation last night, and I didn't want to push anymore than I already did. I figured I'd wait until you were ready to talk about it, but I've been anxious all morning thinking about it." You take a deep breath.

"Sometimes, when we fight, it scares me because I feel like I'm going to lose you a little each time. We get so caught up in the moment, and I just... We're so different. I don't know what it's like to be you."

JJ places his hands on either side of your face, and at the same time, he wipes a tear that has fallen onto your cheek.

"You can always tell me what's inside of your head, alright? No matter what you say, I won't love you any less. You're right, you don't know what it's like to be me, but I'm in the same boat. Our differences aren't what defines us, right? We've said that since the beginning." JJ reassures you by giving you a quick and sweet kiss.

"I love you, J."

You shove yourself into his chest, and maybe you miss the wince on JJ's face, but he doesn't say anything because he doesn't mind. The weight you've been carrying on your shoulders since he left you in the shower last night is gone.

But you might disagree with JJ. Your differences are what makes you right for each other. JJ is the one that pulls you out when you're stuck far in the depths of your mind, and you're the one who cleans his cuts and bruises. You don't understand what he goes through, but you're still there to pick up the pieces, and that's all that matters to him.

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