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Writing really goes one of two ways:

1. Write 3k words in 30 minutes

2. Takes 3 hours to write 3 sentences

There is no in between

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“We’re in a fanfic drought” Tell the writers you like their work.

“All Tumblr ever does is write oneshots now” Tell the writers that you’d love to see them write longer things.

“Nobody updates their fics anymore” Tell the writers you love the fic and want to see more of it.

Tell the writers.

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It Looks Like You

Bron Breakker x Female Reader

Plot: (Y/N) is good friends with Rhea Ripley, and she gets (Y/N) into Labubus

Warning: None, pure fluff, a little crack, I know people find Labubus ugly, but I like them

Word Count: 638

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 (Y/N) was at the hotel, getting ready to leave for the arena. Bron sat on the bed, scrolling through his phone. He looked up as she ensured her hair was in the right spot. He stood up and walked behind her, wrapping his arms around her. 

“Looking beautiful as always,” he says while kissing her neck. She brought her hand up to his head, brushing his buzzed hair. 

“Thank you, Bronnie,” she said, kissing his head. 

Before he could pull another move, a knock came on their door. They looked at each other, not expecting anyone. (Y/N) walked over and opened the door, revealing Rhea on the other side, holding a box. 

“Hey Rhea, what's up?” 

“Buddy is visiting and he brought the package that we ordered,” she said, her hand started to dig through the open box. 

“What does this mean…” Before she could finish her sentence, Rhea pulled out two boxes, revealing the Labubu blind boxes. They started to giggle. (Y/N) pulled Rhea into the room. Bron was left a little confused. 

“What are you guys so giddy about?” Bron asked, walking over to see what Rhea had just given his girlfriend. 

“They’re Labubu’s,” Rhea says, as they open them. 

“That still doesn’t explain to me what they are,” he says, still confused. 

“They’re these monster characters that you can put on your bag. They’re a collector thing that blew up,” (Y/N) explained as she pulled out a caramel coloured one. 

She started to bounce around, happy that she got that one. Bron watched as the happiness that spread through her, all because of a little toy, like it was healing something deep down. 

“I was also able to get this one,” Rhea says, digging through the box again. She brought out another one, but this one wasn’t in a cardboard box. It was in a clear plastic, and the Labubu that was in the box had a bucket hat, overalls, and boots on. 

“Rhea, you didn’t?!” (Y/N) was shocked. Rhea handed it to her with a big smile on her face. 

“Now we match,” Rhea said. Pulling her bag from behind her with the aforementioned creature. 

“Thank you, Rhea,” (Y/N) pulls her into a hug. 

“Anytime (Y/N). I will let you guys finish getting ready for the arena. I will see you later,” she says, making her way out of the hotel room. 

When Rhea left, (Y/N) jumped around to face Bron, looking like a child who has eaten a lot of candy. 

“This one looks like you,” (Y/N) says while she holds the bucket hat one up, so it is almost side by side with Bron. 

“Excuse me?” Bron questioned. Almost offended that she would say that he looked like that creature. 

“Yeah. The smile, sense of style, the generic stance, yup. This is you,” she says, with a shit eating grin on her face.  

“Come here, you,” Bron says, reaching for her. He lifted her and power-slammed her into the bed. Her laughter filled the room. 

He climbs on top of her, admiring her for a second, before he starts to tickle her, which causes her to laugh harder. 

“So you’re telling me that I look like a monster?” he questions, still tickling her. 

“Yes,” she says in between breaths. This caused the assault of tickles to continue. 

“Bron… I’m gonna…I’m gonna pee,” she whines out, trying to get away from him. 

This caused him to stop tickling her. But he doesn’t get up, instead, he flops on her. This had a groan leaving her lips. 

“You are unbelievable,” he says, looking up at her. (Y/N) let out another small giggle before patting his biceps. 

“But you love me,” she says. 

“Yes, yes, I do,” he replies, placing a kiss on her neck. 

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Words Hurt

Bret Hart x (Micheals) Reader

Plot: It is the night of the Montreal Screwjob and the relationship between Bret and (Y/N) Micheals is thrown on the rocks 

Word Count: 1685 

Warning: The Montreal Screwjob, angry Bret, swearing, a happy ending

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The Molson Center was vibrating as the Survivor Series was underway. Bret was getting ready for the match just outside gorilla, (Y/N) was watching him with admiration, the title belt in her lap. Her legs dangle off the equipment box she perched herself up on.

“Are you ready to beat up my brother?” she asked with a smile. 

He returned the smile and a small laugh. 

“Did you talk to him today?” he asked, finishing with the jump rope and moving closer to her. He stood between her legs, having her look straight up to him. 

“I talked to him when we got to the arena, he seemed a little distracted. Vince had to talk to him,”  Bret raised an eyebrow at that. 

“Why would Vince have to talk to him and not both of us?” he questioned. 

“Not sure, but I wouldn’t worry,” she soothes. He smiles down at her. 

“You look good with the belt,” he comments.

 (Y/N) adjusted the belt to be on her shoulder. She hums, returning the look of admiration. Someone came to get Bret, the match was about to begin. She handed him the belt, giving him one last hug and a kiss for good luck. 

 “You got this,” she said before he disappeared into gorilla.

Shawn came back first, and with the look on his face, you could tell that he regretted listening to Vince. He saw (Y/N) and immediately brought her into a sweaty hug.

“You did good out there,” she whispered into his shoulder.

Shawn didn’t say anything right away, just squeezing her tightly. He knew the fallout and had put (Y/N) right at ground zero.

“I’m sorry,” he said before leaving Gorilla and going to the locker room.

When Bret came back, the air was as thick as concrete. He brushed past (Y/N), which was unusual. She knew he would be mad at many people but didn’t expect her to be on that list.

(Y/N) was looking for him, she knew that he was beyond upset,

“Bret?” She called out.

(Y/N) peeked around the corner, seeing him leaning against the concrete wall. She moved closer, worried that she is poking a bear by just being there. Bret looked up, and their eyes met, anger still clear in his eyes.

“Did you know?” he asked.

He was trying to not be mad at her, he knew deep down that she didn’t know that this was gonna happen, and that was strictly Shawn and Vince, but at the moment, any person with the last name of Michaels and McMahon was on his internal list.

“No of course I didn’t know. If I knew this was happening I would have warned you! Do you think I wouldn't tell you?”

Bret didn’t answer right away, giving her the answer she wasn’t expecting.

“I know you are really mad at my brother, but that doesn’t give you a right to be mad at me,” she tried to point out. But Bret snapped.

“You’re playing the victim right now? I just got screwed over by the man who I would have done anything for, just because I was leaving!” he yelled, he never yelled at her. “ Ineed a break from WWF, Vince,” he spat while he threw up his hands before he walked away Bret left her speechless and (Y/N) heartbroken.

She didn’t do anything wrong, she didn’t know the plan. She didn’t know Shawn was going to go through with it. She was just as clueless as to Bret, but in this moment he was so upset that he took his frustration out on her. Shawn and Hunter found her in the same spot where Bret had left her. They rushed to her.

“What happened? He didn’t hurt you did he?” Shawn’s protective brother mode turned on.

She just shook her head. Her head down trying to hide the tears that were falling.

“Can we go back to the hotel?” She whispered.

Shawn and Hunter looked at each other with concern. They knew that this was going to happen, they knew how (Y/N) is but they also knew Bret.

“Yeah, we can. Come on,”

Shawn drove (Y/N) back to the hotel, he trusted her to drive after what happened. Because she was staying with Bret before, she decided to stay with Shawn. They got back to his room and ushered her to the bed. He looked down at his younger sister and sighed. 

“Oh (Y/N),” was all he said before the water finally broke the dam. 

Shawn quickly switched into big brother mode. He sat down beside her and just hugged her. He hasn’t seen her like this since she and her high school boyfriend broke up and the day after they broke up, the ex was with another girl. He wanted to tell her that it would be ok, but because he was the reason behind it all, he couldn’t guarantee that it would be. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. 

She didn’t reply, but her sobs turned into whimpers. Shawn moved so she would lie down. He whipped away some of her tears, placed a blanket over her, and kissed her forehead.   

“I am going to see Hunter ok,” he said.  

“Can you bring me back some food?” she asks, her voice just above a whisper. 

“Of course. Your favourite?” Her head moved with a small nod. 

“Yes please,” Shawn kissed her head again before leaving the room.

It was quiet for what felt like hours, but really only about 30 min, when someone knocked at the door. (Y/N) ignored the knocks, whoever was on the other side of the door they could come back later. 

“(Y/N) I know you’re in there,” Bret’s voice was muffled by the door, but clear enough from the bed.

Her heart stopped at the sound of Bret’s voice. She didn’t move right away, worried that she was just hearing things. 

“(Y/N) please,” Bret pleaded. 

She moved at that, she knew that he would never plead for anything. She wrapped the blanket around her while she moved towards the door. (Y/N) opened the door slowly, letting the light from the hallway fill the dimly lit room. Bret stood there in his worn jeans, her favourite loose flannel, with his hair loosely pulled back into a bun. Bret seeing his misses like this broke his heart. He knew that he had fucked up, but seeing how hurt she was made it more real. 

“May I come in?” 

She didn’t say anything, she just moved to let him in. Once the Hitman was in, she closed the door and moved back to the bed. He sat beside her, not saying a word. They sat there for a moment, the heavy silence lingered. She was sitting cross-legged with her hands in her lap. He slowly inched his hand towards hers, eventually worming his into her. There was no resistance from her to his advancements. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. 

“I know,” still not making eye contact with him. 

“I shouldn’t have taken my anger at Shawn and Vince out on you. You did nothing but support me and I couldn’t handle my emotions,” his thumb moved in small circles on the back of hers. 

(Y/N) eyes finally met his and he saw how red they had become because of the crying. His heart broke at the sight of his girl being this upset because of him. 

“What hurt the most is that you didn’t trust me when I told you that I didn’t know,” her voice was still shaky. 

Bret pulled her into his lap, wrapping his arms around her. His embrace was welcomed. She laid her head on his shoulder, the soft flannel with the smell of his cologne calmed her. He placed a kiss on the crown of her head and gently tucked her under his chin. 

“I have a lot of making up to do,” he spoke softly. (Y/N) lets out a snort. 

“Yeah just a little,” the once tense air was replaced with a lighter one. 

He shifted her around and placed soft kisses on her nose, cheeks, and neck. 

“I love you,” he says between kisses. 

“I love you too,” he then, finally, places a kiss on her lips. The kiss turned heated just as the door started to open. 

“Uhh, not on my bed,” Shawn’s voice broke the intimate moment between the two. 

They look over to see Shawn and Hunter standing there, with take-out food in hand. Bret immediately went on the defensive, standing up, and blocking (Y/N). Hunter moved to be in front of Shawn, so if Bret does throw a punch it will hit him first. 

 “I know why you’re here and it has nothing to do with us,” Shawn states over Hunter's shoulder. “And right now I am the last guy you want to talk to. But you hurt my baby sister,” 

“I know,” Bret put his hand behind his back, (Y/N) reached out and grabbed it, gave it a squeeze for reassurance. 

“I’m still her brother and will kick your ass if she comes to me crying again. WCW or WWF, I will find you and do a number on you,” Shawn threatens. (Y/N) smiles into Bret’s back at her brother's words. 

“I know,” Bret says with a shit-eating grin. 

“Here you go,” Shawn hands her the food she requested. She pulls Shawn into a hug, one that they both need. 

“If you need me I am one call away,” he whispers. 

“I know,” she whispers back. When they release the hug, Bret puts his arm around her and makes their way back to their shared room. 

“You may or may not have this exact meal waiting for you back in our room,” Bret says as they get to the elevator. 

“As it should be,” she replies with a giggle. 

He placed one last, for now, kiss on her head. He lost a lot tonight but he was able to save this from slipping out of his grasp also. 

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shall I? SHALL. I.

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When a fic doesn’t fit my head canons but it’s well-written

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What a time to be alive.

Happy Black History Month to all and to all a good night ❤️🖤💚

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Stupid Dom, Stupid Finn...

Rhea Ripley x (Female wrestler) reader, Damian Priest x (Female wrestler) reader (All Platonic)

Plot: (Y/N) is there for Rhea and Damian in the aftermath of Summerslam...

Word Count: 607

Warnings: none just the break up of the Judgement day

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(Y/N) was sitting in the Judgement Day clubhouse when everything went down. Damian was warming up his match while everyone else was watching Rhea’s match. 

“What is Dom doing?” she questions, getting everyone’s attention. 

They watched as Dom grabbed the chair from Rhea’s hand, distracting her, and letting Liv get the upper hand. Dom did it again which caused Liv to win. 

“I’m gonna kill him,” Damian mudders before storming out of the clubhouse. (Y/N) gets up and quickly follows her friend.

They get to the gorilla just as Rhea gets back there, Liv and Dom are nowhere to be seen. 

Rhea makes eye contact with both of them and collapses into their arms. Damian and (Y/N) were shocked at her reaction. Rhea started to shake as her tears streamed down her face.

“Oh Rhea,” Damian whispers into her head. “Come on, let's get you cleaned up,” he says, ushering her towards the women’s locker room.

“Make sure she is ok,” Damian says before leaving for his match against Gunther. 

(Y/N) sighs, mind reeling from what had just happened. She turns to Rhea who just looks broken. “Come on, let's get you washed up,” she ushers her friend towards the shower.

Rhea stood there, watching as (Y/N) set up the shower, water to the perfect temperature, the right body wash, etc.  Panic set in across Rhea's face as she was about to leave to give her privacy. The panic attack was slowly creeping over Rhea.

“Hey, hey, hey, I’m not going anywhere. I will be in the other room if you need me ok?” Rhea nods. (Y/N) hugs her before letting Rhea be. As Rhea was in the shower, (Y/N) watched as Finn went and sabotaged Damian’s chance of winning. 

“We’ll be alright,”  she whispers, watching her once-perfect chosen family fall into disrepair.  

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Damian was furious at his ex-friends. Turning against him was one thing but turning against Rhea was another. (Y/N) was stuck in the middle. Since Saturday night, Finn and Dom had been blowing up her phone, trying to get her to hear them out. She ignored them, not wanting to hear what they had to say. 

She is sitting with Rhea in the women’s locker room, Rhea is getting ready for her promo. She was putting on her boots while (Y/N) was watching her. She had just watched Rhea all of Saturday night and all day Sunday, trying to go through what had happened during Summerslam. Her phone buzzed again, breaking her trance on the Australian. It was another blitz of texts from Finn and Dom. 

“It is them again?” Rhea asks, sitting beside her.  

“Yeah, I’m just gonna block them at this point,” (Y/N) comments, going into their contacts, and hitting the block button. She sighs, leaning back into the concrete wall of the dressing room, and observing the woman sitting beside her. 

“I am proud of you,” the words slip from her mouth quickly. Rhea zones back in onto her. A small smile creeps across her black-painted lips. “You got hit by a lot of stuff in almost 48 hours and you, and Damian, have done a good job of being there for each other.”

Rhea brings her closer, hugging her. “You should give yourself more credit, you have gone through just as much as we have.”

Rhea brings her closer, hugging her. “You should give yourself more credit, you have gone through just as much as we have.” 

Thanks, Rhea,” (Y/N) says, admiring the makeup job for tonight. 

“Now come on, the show is about to start and certain people need a beat down.”

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Love this 💖

When They Leave Bruises

A/N: 🔞 A few quick headcanons. No editing just my unfiltered thoughts.

John

🖤 John can't help his strength, pinning your arms above your head as you play fight in the betting shop after hours.

🖤 His fingers dig into the delicate flesh of your wrists as he kisses you hard, reminding you why you pretend to be slower than him when he gives chase.

🖤 As you pretend to push back against the crushing weight of his hips, you have to admit his dominance is a turn on.

🖤 You’d let him do anything to you so the press of his fingertips is little to worry over, until you notice the marks next day.

🖤 John rolls your sleeves back to examine your skin the moment he glimpses the first mark and kisses each one softly.

🖤 He promises not to be so rough with you, but you only shake your head in disagreement. “I like it when you’re rough,” you confess and he smirks against your neck.

Tommy

🖤 Tommy loves taking you against his desk, gripping your hips in a vice like grip.

🖤 When he’s in need of stress relief, he’ll pull you toward him knowing you’re the only one who can stop the wheels turning in his overactive mind.

🖤 He often doesn’t realize when he crosses the line from passionate to brutal as he fucks you and it’s in those moments he’s most likely to mark you up. Crescent shaped marks dug into your supple flesh.

🖤 When he catches sight of the bruises marring your skin, he’s wracked with guilt and tries his best to make it up to you.

🖤 Even if you tell him it doesn’t bother you, he’ll shower you with kisses and presents until you’ve assured him many times over that you wanted it just as much as he did.

Arthur

🖤 Arthur isn’t like his brothers, he won’t apologize for his lovemaking, even if he’s under the influence.

🖤 You belong to him and being insecure, he marks you up to show his ownership.

🖤 He’s been known to leave handprints around your throat when he’s high on snow, choking you for your pleasure and his.

🖤 Tommy is the one to make him stop, threatening to hide you away from him if he doesn’t stop hurting you.

🖤 What Tommy doesn’t understand is your masochistic streak, needing Arthur’s punishments to feel loved.

🖤 When you explain this to your brother-in-law, he leaves you and Arthur to your own, twisted desires.

Luca

🖤 Luca expects obedience from his girl. If you so much as look at another man, his jaw clenches in anger to be revisited upon you later.

🖤 He’d never lay a finger on you in front of others, preferring to teach you a lesson at home.

🖤 His particular brand of punishment isn’t entirely unwelcome tho. He’ll spread your legs with his large hands, coaxing you into a trance like state with his tongue and leaving prints along the inside of your thighs as he holds them open to deliver another shattering orgasm.

🖤 The final mark comes from his possessive bite to your thigh, the sting causing you to whimper.

🖤 He’ll soothe it with his warm mouth and gentle words, telling you how much you mean to him. Then he’ll insist you reciprocate.

🖤 And you’ll echo the sentiment back to him in your blissful stupor.

Alfie

🖤 Alfie might seem fearsome to others, but he’s a gentle giant with you.

🖤 You practically have to beg him to choke you and even then, his hold is disappointingly limp. “You can’t hurt me, Alf,” you assure him, but he’s resolute in his decision. “I could tho, dove,” he answers with tears in his eyes.

🖤 He’s far more open to spanking tho, knowing it’s a safe area for impact. He enjoys watching your ass jiggle as he delivers a firm slap.

🖤 When he begins walking with a cane, you are the one to persuade him to strike you with it.

🖤 Tho hesitant at first, he comes around to it when he hears the lovely little gasps of pleasure from your mouth.

🖤 He’ll insist on rubbing the red marks with ointment to care for you tho.

Michael

🖤 Michael is a sadist and your pain is his pleasure.

🖤 He makes it clear to you when you begin dating that he wants full agency over your body.

🖤 He trains you to crave his brutality until you’re practically begging for his hand against your skin.

🖤 He delights in your corruption as well as the breathtaking sight of purple and blue blossoming over your skin.

🖤 And you wear them proudly, knowing your his and his alone.

Bonnie

🖤 Bonnie is a gentle soul who only shows his temper in the ring. His opponents are the ones most likely to receive the brunt of his aggression.

🖤 However, the adrenaline pumping thru his veins after a fight often means he takes certain liberties with you.

🖤 Without realizing, he’ll grasp you and hold you down for a fuck while he’s still feeling that high, his hands and mouth clamping down against you possessively.

🖤 It never occurs to him until later that he’s capable of hurting you and he always chastises himself when he sees the damage he’s done to you.

🖤 He’ll beg forgiveness for the bruises left across your swan like neck, fingertips tracing the pattern lightly until his forehead drops to your collarbone in shame. But you always stroke his hair and whisper words of acceptance to assuage his guilt.

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I don’t blog about sports, but early this morning my favourite athlete Johnny ‘Hockey’ Gaudreau was knocked off his bicycle and killed along with his younger brother the night before their sister’s wedding. He had just turned 31 years old, married his next door neighbour and had a toddler daughter and a 6 month old son (who were planned to be flower girl and ring bearer at the wedding).

I adored Johnny because he was a such a small streak of lightning in a game full of huge dudes who were regularly a whole foot taller than him. His skills were just fucking phenomenal and he was so exciting to watch. I screamed with joy and cheered him on so loudly I lost my voice on many occasions. He represented his country for International Competitions and is the highest US point scorer.

I could get technical and talk about my favourite goals of his, his stickhandling, dangles, on ice spatial awareness etc but it is all on film for anyone to see, just too much to choose from. Nobody moved like Johnny Hockey.

As a person he was a sweet, kind guy who was universally liked in the sport and beyond. I do not follow celebrities on social media, but on hockey forums there are endless stories of his voracious love of mac and cheese (so much so Kraft put him in a TV ad) and skittles candies that he had a hockey stick covered in them and auctioned for charity.

In interviews he always talked hockey and his family. Whenever asked about new contracts and paycheques he would just shrug and say ‘yeah I bought my dad a boat so we can go fishing’ or ‘I just got a cool new wheelchair lift installed in my holiday home so my cousin can come and spend time with me’, or change the subject and talk about his dog, his wife and kids or The Birds. He was a real gem of a gentleman, modest and always ready to give credit to his team and dad (legendary NJ coach Guy Gaudreau) who motivated Johnny to skate as a toddler by placing skittles candies on the ice for him to fetch.

I’m am so sad for him, his family. This is just a blurb of feels about someone I counted down the days for until I could see them make magic on ice. I wish I could write a good tribute, dammit. Thank you Johnny Hockey.

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Anybody else got that Evergiven sized writers block

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Rhea Ripley

Revenge

Stupid Dom, Stupid Finn

Damian Priest

Wepa

Others

Words Hurt (Bret Hart x (Micheals) Reader

Untitled (90s Triple H x Reader)

It Looks Like You (Bron Breakker x Reader)

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Revenge

Rhea Ripley x Wrestler! Reader

Plot: With Rhea gone because of injury, leaving (Y/N) alone in the Judgement Day, and the new target for Liv Morgan. But when Rhea returns from injury, all is fair in love and war

Word Count: 914

Warnings: None, just an angry Rhea Ripley :)

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Since Rhea was sidelined after Wrestlemania, things slowly started to fall apart within Judgment Day. With Damian struggling to keep the group together, Finn and JD winning the Tag team belts was amazing. But having Dom running around and fooling around with Liv, was driving a spike deep into the heart of the Judgement Day. 

But the person taking Rhea’s absence the worst was (Y/N). Failing to get the women’s title after Rhea relinquished it, dealing with the group, and Liv bullying her was starting to get too much for her. The boys tried not to let Liv near her, but once Dom spent a lot of time with her, keeping her distance was getting harder. 

(Y/N) was getting ready for her match against her friend, Dakota Kai. Usually, Rhea would have come out with her, but because of the injury, she had been flying solo. 

“There you are, I’ve been looking for you everywhere,” Damian’s voice booms in the small empty hallway. “Are you ok?” he asks. 

“Yeah. This has been one of the only places that Liv can’t find me to harass me,” she says, looking down at her boots. She never likes showing how much Liv affects her. 

Damian sighs, placing a hand on her shoulder. He tries his best to get Liv away from her, and away from Dom, but he can only do so much. 

“Do you want me to accompany you to the ring tonight?” he asks. (Y/N)’s heart warms at the offer, missing someone in her corner for matches.  

“I think I’ll be fine. Thanks though. If I need you, I’ll send an arrow to the entrance,” she says while mimicking Damian's archer taunt. He lets out a breathy chuckle at her actions. 

“What are we laughing at?” Liv’s voice breaks their moment. 

“Um, nothing important,” (Y/N) says, becoming shy—Damian moves to protect her from the Women’s champion. 

“I was just talking to her before her match, which is next so if you excuse us,” Damian says, grabbing (Y/N) wrist and pushing their way past Liv. Once they got out of the hallway and away from Liv, she let out a sigh of relief. 

“Thanks, Damian,” she mumbles as they walk towards the gorilla.

“You know I got you,” he says while pulling her into his chest. 

“(Y/R/N) and Dakota Kai to the gorilla. Match in 2 minutes,” The voice calls out over speakers. 

“You ready?” He asks. She sends him a smile. 

“I’m ready. But the question is are they ready for me?” 

“Yes,” Dakota replies, getting a chuckle from the two members of TJD. Dakota’s music blasts as she leaves the gorilla. 

Damian places his hands on her shoulders, grounding her again. Damian has stepped up a lot to be there for (Y/N) since her girlfriend has been out. Rhea has also been in constant contact because she knew that (Y/N) wouldn’t have been 100% honest with her. After all, (Y/N) wouldn’t want her to come rushing back when she wasn’t ready. 

“You got this,” Damian reassures her before her music hits. She sends him one last smile, taking a deep breath, before walking through the curtain and out to the waiting crowd. (Y/N)  rocking black pleather shorts with a leather garter belt. Her top was a simple pleather wrestling top with a cut-up Judgement Day shirt over it. She made her way to the ring, ready to get this small match over with. 

Once the bell rings, (Y/N) was dominating the match. They had some good back and forths but (Y/N) keeps the upper hand. She could hear the growing noise coming from ringside, but she chose to ignore the noise. (Y/N) hits her finisher (a version of the Walls of Jericho), securing her win. Dakota rolls out of the ring, refs making sure she is ok.

As she was processing the win, something hard hit her in the back of the head. (Y/N) is looking up to the rafters and Liv Morgan’s face comes into her view. Liv gives her an overly ‘friendly’ wave. (Y/N) slowly rolls off of her back, still holding her head.

As (Y/N) slowly gets up, Liv grabs a steel chair and is ready to lay a beating on her. When Demons in your Dreams belt out through the arena. The crowd cheers, Liv and (Y/N) couldn’t believe it. Liv scampers out of the ring like her life depends on it while Rhea charges the ring, wanting to get her hands on her placeholder. 

Rhea made sure that Liv was nowhere close to the ring before she turns her full attention to (Y/N).

“Rhea?” (Y/N) questions. Rhea moves her hair out of her face, getting a better look at her girlfriend.

“I’m here love,” she replies. Refs came over to see if extra assistance was needed.

“I thought you were still out?”

“I’m not 100% clear but I couldn’t sit at home anymore and watch you get hurt at the hands of her,” Rhea was still enraged at what had been happening. “I’m also gonna have a chat with a certain Dirty Dom after getting you to the medics,” she says while helping (Y/N) out of the ring.

“I’m happy you’re back,” she whispers for only Rhea to hear. She smiles down to her partner and places a kiss on her forehead.

“Me too babe. Me too.”

[mythos-writes]

Brad Pitt's new movie released it's first poster!!!!Wow! So cool!!! Anyway reminder that Brad Pitt physically assaulted Angelina Jolie and his kids on a plane (deliberately so that they had nowhere to run) he choked multiple of his children when they tried to defend their mother and spent the next few hours emptying the planes bottles of beer and red wine on their fucking heads. His kids are literally filing to have his last name dropped before they even turn 18.

Also reminder that Brad Pitt, who both stars in and is producing the film, is banking on YOU as a motorsport fan to be a built-in audience for this project. Don't do it. Seeing a cameo of the drivers for a few seconds is not worth the moral forfeit of giving this literal monster your money and support.

[mythos-writes]

Writing Description Notes:

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Facial Expressions

Masking Emotions

Smiles/Smirks/Grins

Eye Contact/Eye Movements

Blushing

Voice/Tone

Body Language/Idle Movement

Thoughts/Thinking/Focusing/Distracted

Silence

Memories

Happy/Content/Comforted

Love/Romance

Sadness/Crying/Hurt

Confidence/Determination/Hopeful

Surprised/Shocked

Guilt/Regret

Disgusted/Jealous

Uncertain/Doubtful/Worried

Anger/Rage

Laughter

Confused

Speechless/Tongue Tied

Fear/Terrified

Mental Pain

Physical Pain

Tired/Drowsy/Exhausted