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SWEETHEART (7/?)

POSTED ON AO3 chapter one is here

Synopsis: Shawn Michaels is a legend. A Hall of Famer. A respected veteran in the wrestling industry. He’s also one breath away from a full-blown breakdown. Because somehow, despite his best efforts, he’s found himself entangled with the worst possible problem: you. You, the young, smug, utterly relentless female wrestler who has made it your personal mission to ruin his peace. Shawn knows this is a bad idea. And yet— He can’t stop.

Ships: Shawn Michaels / Bratty!Reader, Stephenie McMahon/ Triple H

Content Warnings: nothing. This is the second last chapter of this story.

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It had been four days since you walked out of Shawn's office. Four days since you stoof in front of him with your heart in your hands, only for Shawn to let you down and lewt it fall onto the floor. It had had been four days since you had even spoken to Shawn. You hadn't even looked at him. You avoided him completely at the Performance Centre. Somehow, silence screamed louder than if you two were yelling at each other. You weren't crying anymore about it. That ended after day two btu now you were just unreadable. Quiet. You still showed up. You hit your reps at the gym, run drills with the other performers. You weren't throwing tantrums. You weren't breaking down but you were cold. Whenever you entered a room there was a visable drop in temperature in the room and no one dared to ask why. No one.

Well, Rhea Ripley wasn't no one.

She watched across the gym. Seth was trying to stay out of it but unfortunately for him, he was now part of this drama as much as she was so Rhea didn't allow him to ignore it. No. Rhea and Seth watched you work through a set with such a single minded force that it was kinda terrifying. Your arms were trembling until the weights, the effort visable on your face but not once did you falter.

That was when Seth leaned in to Rhea.

"I think we made it worse,"

Rhea crossed her arms.

"No shit,"

Her eyes glanced towards the far end of the gym and there was Shawn, pretending to be busy with talent assessments and he was almost convincing but the clipboard was more of a prop especially when his gaze kept flickering you you ever so often. He looked like hell. Dark circles. Pale. Jaw tight with guilt. You didn't even look at him once. Didn't even give him the benefit of looking at him. It was like he didn't even exist in your eyes anymore.

Rhea leaned in closer to Seth, whispering like it mattered, "I just wanted them to stop acting like horny teenagers in public. I didn't want...this,"

Seth rested his chin in his hands, "Yeah, well, congradulations I guess. We just made things worse,"

Rhea didn't say anything right away. Her gaze stayed fixed on you, watching the way your jaw clenched in between sets and how your expression never changed like your heart had went offline and was now working purely based off of muscle memory,"

"I didn't think she would just give up like this," Rhea said, thoughtfully, "Thought she might...I don't know...throw a dumbbell off of his head,"

Seth gave her a look, "What? You wanted her to assault him,"

"No? I wanted her to fight this," Rhea said, "Not just...emotionally disappear,"

Across the gym, Shawn was doing his best impression of a man who wasn't extremely guilty of a crime against secret fuck buddy relationships, he looked back at you and then the clipboard. it was like he was worried something would happen if he looked at your for too long. Maybe something in you or something in himself would change.

"She hasn't even looked at him," Seth said, "It's like he's stopped existing entirely,"

"He deserves it," Rhea said.

They both went quiet. They watched you start another set, sweat glistening from your temples as your movements controlled, punishing. Trying to exorcise all those feelings out of your body one rep at a time.

"You think she's gonna snap?" Seth asked.

"I think," Rhea leaned back, "If we don't fix it, we'll need to prepare an eulogy,"

Seth gives her a sideway glanced, "For her or Shawn?,"

"Honestly... it depends on who cracks first," Rhea said before leaning forward, "We need a new plan,"

Seth gives her yet another look, "No,"

"You haven't even heard my idea yet," Rhea said,"

"Every plan you've told me has involved me nearly being fired,"

Rhea grinned, leaning back," Come on. One more plan. You get to say you helped reconnect to wilting lovers,"

Seth ignored that, "What's the plan?"

"Simple," Rhea rubbed her hands together, "We flirt with Y/N"

"We?" Seth immediately knew where this was going. It was going to go where all of Rhea's plans went. Shawn being two seconds from texting Hunter into releasing Seth for having a bad attitude.

"Okay. You flirt with Y/N. In front of Shawn,"

"No," He said, "Absolutely not,"

"Oh come on. I'm not asking you to hook up with her," Rhea said, trying her best to convince Seth to reconsider, "You're just gonna remind her she's hot. Her confidence is shot right now and you just need to remind her that she's hot so she can stop being sad and start persuing Shawn again,"

"She is hot," Seth said defensively, "But have you considered 1) Shawn will kill me, 2) If Shawn doesn't kill me then my wife Becky will definately kill me,"

"You're not doing anything wrong," Rhea argued, "Think of it as motivational flirting. Harmless encouragement,"

Seth gave her a very exhausted look, "Rhea, do you even hear yourself right now?"

"She needs a distraction," Rhea shrugged, "Something to pull her out of her sad girl spiral and Shawn needs a fire under his ass to chase her again and nothing gets a man's attention faster than realising than someone is sniffing around his girl,"

"Okay now you're making it sound like we're dogs Rhea,"

"Love is war,"

Seth pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled, not saying anything for a few seconds.

"Fine," he said, standing up, "I'll do it just... back me up if Becky finds out please,"

"Back you up?" Rhea smirked, "That's your war to fight. I'll talk at your funeral,"

Seth shot her a look that very much said Why couldn't I be a footballer instead? before walking towards you. Across the gym, you were wiping your face down with a towel, oblivious to the scheming that was going on at the other end of the gym. The music in your eyes drowned out the rest of the room. You were focused. Isolated. The way you had wanted to be these pas couple of says.

Seth approached you very much like a man who was stepping up the the gallows. He looked over and saw Rhea giving him an encouragin thumbs up.

He was never letting Rhea talk him into anything again.

He approached you and you immediately pulled out one earbud, "Seth?"

He cleared his throat.

"Hey. I just wanted to say," He looked at Rhea. He was scared to see if Shawn was watched, so he looked back at you, "You look good today. You're killed it,"

You blinked.

"What?"

"I...I mean,"

"This isn't motivational flirting isn't it?"

Seth blinked rapidly. He looked around and saw that Shawn was watching them.

Intensely.

Seth could feel the holes being drilled into his skull.

Focus.

"Well, I mean no. But also yes," Seth tried to smile, "You're hot. Like, objectively speaking. That's all,"

You crossed your arms and glared at him, "You know I have Becky's number right? I will call her and tell her your being a gym thot,"

Seth's soul immediately left his body. Not his beautfiul and firey wife, "No. Please Please don't. Becky will kill me. She hasn't forgiven me for breaking the ceremic moose last Christmas,"

You looked over and saw that Shawn indeed was watching you. Instead of getting frustrated and walked towards you, Shawn did the opposite. He was frustrated. You could see it in the way his jaw clenched as his hands were had his side but instead of getting mad and coming to see you, he pressed his clipboard to another coach and walked out of the gym.

"I'm just gonna...abort mission and go back to Rhea but... I'm sorry about Shawn," Seth said awkwardly, "I mean it. You are hot... and funny and one of the best here. I hope he sees that soon,"

You blinked.

"I...Thanks Seth,"

Once again, he nodded awkwardly and walked away from you and back to Rhea. You returned to your reps, but with a small smile on your face.

Seth practically collapsed back into the seat beside Rhea, burying his face in his hands. Rhea gave him a few seconds before talking.

"So," She began, "How did it go?"

"I think I died," he mumbled, "Like, I actually think I died and I'm in hell now,"

"She didn't hit you thought,"

"No," he said lifting his head, "But she did threaten to call Becky. And she said the word gym thot with so much venmon that I think I nearly cried on the spot,"

Rhea laughed, "God I love her,"

Seth pointed at her, "You're not allowed to make me your sacrificial lamb ever again,"

"Come on," Rhea grinned, "You gave her a compliment. She smiled. I saw it,"

"She called me a gym thought,"

"And then smiled," Rhea said, "Progress. We are getting somewhere,"

Seth groaned, leaning back in his chair, "He was watching. Like really watching. I thought he was gonna come over and superkick me in front of everyone,"

Rhea's grin widened, "But he didn't though. You know what he did? He walked away. Which means it's working. He's overwhelmed with feelings. He was close to coming over and kicking you into the sun which is why he had to go,"

Seth sighed, "So what now?"

"We need to divert our efforts to Shawn," Rhea said, "We need to push him into talking to her,"

"Rhea, he's Shawn Michaels," Seth said, "He's like a hurricane in cowboy boots,"

"No Seth," Rhea leaned in, "He used to be a hurricane. Now he's just...weather. Sad dramatic weather. Here's the thing, he thinks he's going the noble thing so he's not going to fix it on his own. He's acting like a tortured artist throwing himself on his sword but all he's doing is making it worse for everyone who has to witness this emotional furneral,"

Seth frowned, "But what if he doesn't listen to us?"

"He won't," Rhea said, "But he might listen to himself if he gets it in his head that he's losing her,"

Seth rubbed his face, already tuning out of the drama seeing that he had done his bit, "Didn't we already do this part with making him jealous,"

"That was the soft launch," Rhea said, standing up and cracking her neck like she was going to war with The Heartbreak Kid in a steel cage match that she knew she would win, "It's time for the full launch. Time we go to the source,"

"You're not..."

She shot him a look, "I am going to talk to Shawn. Directly,"

"Oh no,"

"Oh yes," Rhea said with a grin that could only be described as deadly, "He needs a push. And I'm not talking emotional pep talk. I'm talking full throttle, psychological warfare, soul-searching reality check kind of push,"

"You're going to traumatise him,"

"I'm going to inspire him," Rhea corrected already walking halfway across the floor, "In a deeply upsetting and confrontational way,"

It was 11.42pm in your hotel room and you hadn't meant to stay up this late.

You showered. Packed your gym bag for tomorrow. Scrolled half heartedly on your phone without really absorbing anything. The TV was on, playing some cooking competition you weren't even watching. Your hotel room was dim, quiet and comfortably still. You sad on the edge of the bed in an oversized bed shirt, a towel in your hair as you just had a shower. Skin was warm and clean but no part of you felt settled. You replayed it all. The gym. Seth was flirting in the most awkward way but Shawn saw it all. He stared and then he left. He didn't intervine like before. He just left.

It had been four days since he dropped you. Four days of you keeping your head down, walls up. You thought you were doing the right thing by giving him space. By pretending none of this mattered.

However, pretending didn't make it better. It made it lonely.

You didn't even know what you wanted anymore. Closure? An apology? For him to show up at your door and say he made a mistake?

You sighed, leaning forward as your elbows were on your knees, hands were tangled in your own hair as part of you still hated that he pulled away, that you weren't worth fighting for and yet...another part of you...

Still wanted him. That young girl who watched Shawn Michaels wink at the audience at every show. The woman who grew to love the kind old soul he was. Yes, you tormented his happiness in the beginning but deep down, you wanted to marry him. You had always wanted to marry him. You hated how easily he haunted your thoughts. The way he had touched you like he always meant to belong to you.

And maybe...you still deep down hoped that he did.

As you were lost in your thoughts, your phone began to buzz. You didn't check it as it was probably nothing but there was a buzz in your chest, a tight pull taking you towards your phone.

You reached for it.

One message.

Shawn.

'I'm in Room 608. If you want to talk, I'll be there.'

No greeting. No apology. Just...if you want to talk. You stared at the screen for a long time. Your thumb hovered over, not over reply but over delete. How dare he. He has no right to summon you like this. No right to show in your inbox acting like things were simple.

However, you felt it. That pull. You could have ignored it and said no.

Instead you sighed.

You stood and started to get dressed.

The hotel was quiet at this hour of the night and every other performer was either out or asleep. Your footsteps echoed down the corridor, muffled slightly by the cheap carpet. You hadn't bothered dressing up. All you had on was soft joggers, a hoodie and the same scuffed sneakers you always wore after hours. You didn't wear makeup. You didn't fix your hair. You were past trying to impress him.

Still, your heart just wouldn't stop racing.

If you want to talk, I'll be there.

No pressure. No explanation. It lingered heavy in your chest.

You shouldn't have come but you needed answers. Closure. Something. Your fingers curled around your sleeve as you turned the corner and found yourself staring down the long stretch of rooms. Each door looked the same. Each number identical, except for a digit or two. But, you saw it. 608.

You stood outside his door, staring at the brass number like it held the secrets of the universe inside of it. Your fist hovered, pausing in the air, suspended between anger and longing.

But eventually, you awoke from your daydream and knocked.

Soft, but certain.

There was silence but then you heard it, the sound of soft movement. A lock turning. A breath held and then then the door cracked open and there he was, Shawn. His hair slightly messy. Hoodie slung over a t-shirt. Barefoot, tired, and blinking at your like he didn't quite believe you were real.

"Hey," he said, voice rough with nerves, "You came,"

You looked up at him, pulse hammering in your throat.

"Don't make me regret this,"

Without a word, Shawn stepped asisde to let you in. The room was dim, had the fainted smell of cedar soap, something warm that felt like him. You stepped in slowly, cautiously as if the whole room would shatter around you if you weren't careful . The door clicked shut behind you. He didn't press. Didn't move closer. Just stood there, giving you space to find your footing. You turned to face him, his eyes were already on yours searching you expression. He wasn't pleading or pushing for you back. He just looked tired.

"I didn't come here to fight," you said.

"I know," Shawn replied. His voice was quiet, almost reverent, "I didn't ask you here to win you back. I just..." He swallowed hard,his throat visbly working, "I didn't want you to go to bed tonight thinking I didn't care..."

You didn't respond right away. You walked past him, slow and steady, and sat down on the edge of the bed. It dipped under your weight. You rested your elbows on your knees and stared at the carpet. He sat too. Not too close but just enough to feel like he was on your side of your room.

"I don't know what we are doing..." you said softly, "I don't even know what I'm doing here..."

"I know..."

Silence stretched btween you like an old thread. Fraying at the seams. Fragile. Waiting to snap.

Then, quietly, he added, "You looked at me like I was a stranger,

You bit the inside of your cheek, fighting the flood of feelings threatening to rise again, "You behaved like a stranger. You let me fall,"

He nodded. He seemed accepting of the truth. Not denying it anymore.

"I thought I was protecting you..."

"That's not your call to make," you whispered.

Shawn looked down, his eyes fixed on a spot in the carpet as if it was going to give him answers to this arguement. There were no answers. Only the weight between the two of you.

"I know that," he said, voice barely above a breath.

The silence that followed wasn't angry. It wasn't cruel. It was that kind of quiet that came after a storm, when everything is still damp, still raw, no longer a trainwreck that was crashing right in front of everyone's eyes. You weren't sure if that made it better or worse. You shifted, your hands clasped loosely in your lap.

"It hurt," you admitted, "The way you looked through me. Like, I was just something to step around..."

His eyes lifted slowly, daring to meet yours, "It wasn't supposed to be like that,"

"It felt like that,"

Shawn let out a shaky breath, running his hands through his hair, "I didn't know what to do. I panicked. And instead of handling it like a man, I just... shut down, like a corward,"

You didn't offer comfort. You weren't ready for that but your expression softened a little bit, "You were the one person I dind't want to shut me out,"

"I know," he said, "And I did. I did the one thing I promised myself I wouldn't do,"

You stared at him for a long moment. You didn't know if this was forgiveness. It didn't feel like it. But maybe it was the start of something else. Understanding, maybe. The painful kind. Slowly, you reached out. Not fully and not boldy but just enough so that your fingers brushed his where they rested between you. His hand twitched beneath yours, but he didn't pull away.

"I don't need you to be perfect," you murmured, "But I needed you to stay. And you didn't,"

He nodded. It looked like it took everything in him to say, "I'm sorry,"

You didn't say it was okay because it wasn't. But, your fingers curled slightly holding onto his. Just for a moment. Neither of you moved. Neither of you knew what tomorrow would look like but right now you were both right here, right now.

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