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The Bitch and the Hound

Sandor Clegane x Highborn! Reader

Plot: Being under the Joffery rule wasn’t pleasant for anyone. When (Y/N) stands up to Joffrey in retaliation for his behaviour, he betrothes her to his personal guard … but they have been seeing each other for quite a while.  

Word Count: 1426

Warning: established relationship, swearing, suggested nudity,

(Italics = Flashbacks)

Misc. Character Masterlist

Being a Baratheon was a task in itself, but being related to Joffrey was another task in itself. Growing up in Westeros and growing up beside Joffrey, (Y/N) had watched him become the monster that he had become. Seeing him become rude, unkind, everything that would make someone not fit to rule on the Iron Throne. When the Hound began to watch over him, things changed. 

 She had been intrigued since the day he first set foot in the palace. His aura around him set him apart. Besides his height and burned face, his attitude to things was different; to (Y/N), it felt like a breath of fresh air. Sandor noticed her glances anytime they were in the same room, walking the halls, etc. Eventually, one afternoon, when she was reading in the garden, he finally went and talked to her. 

“You keep staring,” he spoke, spooking her a bit. 

“For a man your size, you are quite silent,” she remarked, closing her book. Sandor's frown deepened at her witty banter. 

“ Why?” he asked again. 

“What do you mean by why?” 

“Why do not look at me like everyone else, with disgust and fear?” he asked again, clearer with his question. 

“Because you intrigue me. You do not hold yourself like the other knights,” that stunned him. He had never been the object of someone's gaze before. Usually, when people stared at him, it was because they were scared or disgusted. Never the way that she always did. 

“So you are not scared?” A small laugh left her lips, not as an insult to him, but of endearment. 

“Quite the opposite, I seem to be fascinated by the feared Hound.”

From that day on, they started spending more time together. In his moments that he did not have to be following Joffrey around, he spent them with her. Whether it was taking a walk in the garden, walking in town, etc. Sandor enjoyed his time with (Y/N). Eventually, both their feeling towards each other changed. From friendly companions, into lovers. 

The king had assigned the Hound to follow (Y/N) around as she was to greet some nobles visiting King's Landing. He had been standing guard outside while the handmaids were putting her together for the event.

He then watched as they spilled out of her room. He waited about a minute for her to exit her chambers, but she had not moved. He raised an eyebrow at this. Eventually, he moved off the wall and to her door. He knocked and she allowed him to enter. When he entered, he was blown away by the sight in front of him.

“Do you like it?” she questioned. In comparison to some of the flashy things that Joffrey has worn, the dress was simple in comparison. A deep forest green gown, with bell sleeves. Gold embroidery framed the edges of the dress, and left the bodice and skirt of the gown plain.

“You look like the Gods painted ya,” he commented. Blush crept up her face.

“ I have never known that you can speak kind words, Sandor,” she replied.

“No one here deserves those kinds of words,” he closed the gap between them. His body heat encapsulated her.

He brought his hands up and cupped her chin. He brought himself even closer, a silent ask to continue. When (Y/N) didn’t pull back he placed his lips onto hers. A gentle but passionate kiss.

Since that day, they have snuck around Kings Landing, their secret romance being the best kept secret in the kingdom. Sneaking into each other's chambers, longing glances when no one was around.

(Y/N) was sitting in the garden, reading her book among the flowers. She was engrossed in the story, when a hand landed on her shoulder. She jumped, scared by the presence. She turned to see Sandor standing there, a little amusement crossing his face.

“Don’t do that,” she murmured into her hands, trying to get her heart rate down. A small chuckle left his chest.

“Well, that wasn’t my intention (Y/N). But,” she hit his chest plate, not hard enough to hurt him.

He looked around, making sure no one was around. Seeing that the coast was clear, he leaned down and placed a gentle but searing kiss on her.

“I was told to come get you by the Mad King himself,” he said, breaking away from the kiss.

(Y/N) sighed, “What does he want?” she rolled her eyes, getting up from her spot.

“He has called for everyone,” Sandor replied as they both started walking to the throne room. As they entered, he gave her one final look, one that they agreed would be there look, before he moved to the step to be close to the King and (Y/N) fell into the growing crowd.

They stood there for a moment before the doors burst open, Sansa being flanked by guards on all sides. Once they reached the steps, they pushed her down to the ground. (Y/N) wasn’t listening to anything Joffrey was saying, just watching Sansa. When they cut her dress, that was it.

Sandor and (Y/N) made eye contact, watching what Joffrey humiliate Sansa in front of the court. She mouthed ‘I’m sorry’ to him before she made her way out of the crowd.  

“Joffrey, that is quite enough,” (Y/N) shouted, getting in front of Sansa. The other guards went to get her, to humiliate her just the same as the girl behind her. 

“You dare talk to your king like that?” a knight questioned. 

“If he were a true king, then he would know how to treat allies and subjects,” (Y/N) spat. 

Sandor's face remained stoic, but his eyes held both admiration and worry for her. Scared of what the mad king would do to her. Before she could get another word in, Tyrion stepped in to educate his nephew. Sandor moved and placed a cloak over Sansa’s back, and (Y/N) checked on her. 

“Are you alright?” Sansa just nods, not wanting to answer. “You know that this is no way to treat someone?” (Y/N) tried again. 

“The King just let his anger get the best of him,” Sansa tried to reason, with her or herself was hard to see. 

“You innocent girl,” (Y/N) whispered just under her breath. 

“(Y/N)!” Joffrey’s voice breaks the trance she had on Sansa. She turned towards the King. 

“Since you decided that you wanted to step out of line, a punishment seems to be in order.” 

“Joffrey,” Tyrion spoke in a warning tone. He ignored his uncle’s warning. 

“Plus, you are just a lonely spinster. I think it is time for you to get married,” he continued. (Y/N) and Sandor’s heart dropped. Worried that he would give her to some lower lord, or some old creep.  

“For the bitch that you are, you would need a hound to keep you in check,” he declared. (Y/N)’s gaze quickly went to Sandor’s. Making sure that they had heard what he said. 

(Y/N) quickly decided to put on a show for Joffrey, to play up how ‘upset’ she is at this announcement. She rushed out of the room, wanting nothing more than to be away from everyone. 

“Go get your bitch Hound,” Joffrey’s squeaky voice commanded. Sandor nodded before he followed after her. 

He stepped out of the throne room, stopped and took a deep breath before he continued down the corridor. As he passed another empty hall, he felt a hand grab his arm, pulling him into an alcove in the hallway. 

He put one hand on his sword and the other on the person's throat, ready to defend himself, but when he saw it was (Y/N), he relaxed. No words were spoken, letting the news that they were to get married sink in. The smile on (Y/N )'s face was priceless. He pulls her into a heated kiss. 

“I guess we do get the happy ending,” she murmurs against his lips. He moves his kisses from her mouth to her neck, leaving small bites against her neck. She gently smacked his chest. A small chuckle leaves his lips.  

“If he knew that this was more of a reward than a punishment, he would have our heads,” he said. His hard exterior softens for the first time in a long time. 

“My beautiful bride,” he whispers, kissing her forehead. She smiles.

“My knight in shining armour.”

[mythos-writes]

just came here to say i love your writing and i miss you!!

Awe that is very sweet ☺️ I know I have been away for a while but I got swamped with finishing my degree and burn out 😣🙃 My plan is that I’m going to try to get into a small publishing push every two weeks on Thursday or Friday (cause then it’s a small schedule)

So stay tuned

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@runnning-outof-time K!! Im so glad you liked it!! It feels like I have been away from the PB fandom for so long, seeing this pop up in my inbox made my day:)

Tbh I probably have to go ruffle through my liked stories too to see ones that I have liked and haven’t read yet 😆.

Runaway Princess: Coronation Meetings

Arthur Shelby x Royal Reader

Plot: When it came time to meet the families, there were some tensions on both sides...

Part 1 Part 2

Peaky Blinders Masterlist

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Swearing, family arguments, standing up for themselves

I do not give permission for anyone to repost/ post my stories, with or without credit. Reblogs, comments, etc. are more than welcomed, but please DO NOT copy and paste my stories that you may like onto another platform.

Arthur wanted to show (Y/N) Birmingham. He has been wanting to since the start of their relationship, and to show off his princess to his family. (Maybe to rub it in his brother's faces a little). He had brought it up on one of their many dates, and with the re-opening of the Garrison coming up, there was no better way of meeting his family. (Y/N) was excited and then mentioned that a royal coronation was happing to her older brother and she needed a date. Arthur was nervous to accept her offer, but she had reassured him that they would be fine. She would make sure that he was fit to meet the royal family. 

But first, they needed to survive the royal family meeting. Which means surviving her mother's heavy judgement.  

 Arthur had gone to London to pick (Y/N) up from their spot. She had let her siblings know what was happening, they were concerned but otherwise were excited for her. 

“So when do we get to meet this mystery man?” George asks while sitting beside Mary on (Y/N)’s bed. She was finishing up her makeup by painting her lips in her staple dark rose lipstick. 

“You will soon, I bringing him to the coronation,” she states, which causes her sibling to gasp. 

“Tell me you’re joking?” Mary asks, worried at her sister’s stunt. (Y/N) finishes her stuff before turning to her siblings. 

“Why would I joke about this. Arthur is someone I truly care about and I want him to meet you all,” she says. “And if I do it in a public setting, then mother can’t have a massive freak out,” she smirks before walking past the two. 

“You know you are scarily brilliant sometimes,” George states, flabbergasted at his younger sister’s plan. 

“Thank you, I try," she states with a smile.

 It was the day of her brother's coronation. Arthur hadn’t felt this much pressure to impress someone in a long time. He stood at their designated meeting spot, waiting for (Y/N) to show up. He was fiddling with his new suit that she had custom-made for today. He would have shown up in his standard suits he would wear, but this suit, besides it coming from his girl, was just made differently. It felt nicer than any suit he had ever worn before. 

Arthur checked his pocket watch to see how much longer he would wait for (Y/N) to show up. But when a car rolled up in front of him not five minutes later, he was a little confused. The driver came out and opened the door for him. When he looked into the car, a smile broke across his face. 

“Hello, love,” (Y/N) calls out from the car. She users him in, Arthurs thanks the driver before climbing into the automobile. He places a kiss against her cheek, admiring her in her coronation attire.

“Fancy,” he mutters as he observes the interior. (Y/N) rolls her eyes as the car beings to drive them to the event.

Not many words were shared, as the nervous energy ate away at the two of them. Arthur kept his hand in hers, grounding both of them from spiralling. As the church pulled into view, (Y/N) heart was ready to burst out of her chest.

“Are you ready?” She asks as they arrive at the abbey. Arthur takes a deep breath before looking at her. 

“As long as I’m with you, I will be fine,” he replies before placing a kiss on her cheek. She grabs his hand and squeezes it before the door opened, breaking their little moment. 

They got out of the car, and already the press was on the two of them like rabid dogs. Many flashing camera lights and questions are thrown at the young princess. Arthur's hand never left her’s as they just walked up into the church. Many tried to get her attention, but she paid them no mind. As they walked into the abbey, it was like all the attention fell onto her. She knew this would happen, but she didn’t care. She tightened her grip on Arthur's bicep, before walking down the aisle for their seat. (Y/N) watched as a few royal servants quickly ran off to tell her parents what they had just seen. Arthur caught her stiff form and placed his hand on her lap.

“If things go south, you can come and live with me,” Arthur suggests. She rolls her eyes at his comment but she nods her head, not knowing how her parents would react.

 Before she could get another word in, the coronation started. She was so proud of her brother, becoming King wasn’t going to be easy, but if anyone she thought could do it, it was her brother. They sat there and watched as her brother went from a prince (or duke) to King of Britain and the commonwealth countries. As the coronation finished and they started to exit the abbey, two guards stopped them. 

“The king would like to see you, princess,” the guard states. The two look at each other before standing up and following the guard back to where her parents are. She felt her nerves return as they got closer to where her parents were. Arthur reached out and gripped her hand. Showing her that he wasn’t going anywhere. When they entered the room, they were greeted by the intimidating presence of the former King and Queen. The young couple walked up to the royals and gave them a small bow, still respecting the royal titles. 

“Your majesty,” Arthur addresses. 

“Mother, Father,” (Y/N) says, hoping she doesn’t get cursed out of the Abbey. 

“(Y/N) who is this?” her mother asked, both eyeing Arthur up and down. He fidgets under their gaze. 

“Mother, father, this is my… boyfriend, Arthur,” she hesitated on that would. Boyfriend. They had never placed a label on their relationship before but it happened. She now loved saying that word. 

“And what royal family does he come from, I don’t recognize him from any balls,” her father questioned. 

“Um… that’s because he isn’t from any royal family. He is a commoner,” she states. An awkward silence falls in the small room. Arthur reaches out to hold her hand. 

“Don’t you dare touch my daughter,” the king snaps. Instead of sliding away, Arthur stepped in front of (Y/N), protecting her from them. 

“What is the meaning of this?” her mother asks. 

“I’m sorry for my language your royal highness, but I can do whatever the fuck I want. And that goes for your beautiful daughter behind me,” he states, leaving the royals shocked.  

“Listen, I don’t mean no disrespect to ya, but, I am in love with your daughter. And I know I’m not the right bloke for her, as I don’t got a lot to me name. But I care for her, and I think that should be more than any royal title in the world. Now if I don’t get your blessing that's fine, but even if I don’t get your approval, I won’t stop seeing her,"

 he turns and looks to (Y/N). “Cause she is the most wonderful person that could be able to deal with a big meathead like myself,” Arthur finishes. 

(Y/N) felt tears well up as she brought him into a tight embrace. This has been the first time he had ever voiced his feeling toward her. Sure he had shown her his love, but never like this. 

“I love you, Arthur, so much,” she whispers in his ear. “And I love you dove,” he replies, placing a kiss on her temple. 

The Queen cleared her voice, bringing the young couple out of their world. “It is clear that you care for our daughter very much,” she states. “How about you come to the next royal family dinner? So we can get to know you a little better,” she asks, with a soft smile. 

The two look at each other before looking back at the monarchs. 

“I think that would be brilliant, thank you,” Arthur replies, giving a little bow. 

“Now, how about you two run off and join in the festivities,” the King dismisses them.

When they walked out of the door, Arthur let out a happy yip and spun her around. Arthur scattered kisses across her face, he hasn’t felt this happy in such a long time. “Oh, I love you so much dove,” he says in between kisses.  

“And I you. " Come on, the party waits for no one,” she says while grabbing his hand and running off towards the car for the party. 

It was about a month since Arthur met the king and things had gone smoothly. Arthur wanted to introduce his family to her but wanted to put some space between the two meetings. So he set up a family meeting, he didn’t tell them why he was calling a family meeting, but he told them to meet him at the Garrison at 7 o’clock sharp. But he wanted to show (Y/N) the Garrison before his lot shows up, so he decided to take her a little early. With the Garrison just finishing the rebuild, it was yet to be opened to the public. So he thought it would be a perfect spot to hold this ‘surprise I have a girlfriend and it is a princess’ announcement at the Garrison.

When the two walked into the Garrison, she was shocked at how beautiful it was on the inside. Arthur admired her awe of the place. It wasn’t something she was accustomed to seeing, even in London, she rarely ventured out into the pubs, so being in one was a big change. (Y/N) wandered towards the new counter, admiring the hardwood.

“It used to be quite rowdy in here before it got blown up and all” Arthur comments, breaking her ceiling gazing. 

“And I am sure it will be busy and rowdy like it never left,” she replies with a smile. Arthur returned the smile, moving closer to her. She brought him into her embrace and placed a kiss against his lips. 

They moved apart when the doors opened. They turned to see his family walking in. They stop in shock to see the princess not only standing there in the re-opening bar but standing there with their older brother.   

“Arthur wasn’t kidding,” John says the first words coming to mind. 

“Um… right. (Y/N) these are my brothers Tommy, John, and Finn. My cousin Micheal,” he gestures towards the awestruck brothers and cousin. “And this is my sister Ada and my aunt Polly,”  he says to the women standing beside the brothers.

“It is so nice to meet you all finally,” she says, trying not to be intimidated by her. No one moved for a moment, still overly shocked that one, Arthur had a long-term relationship [that's rude] and two, that it was the daughter of the king. Polly was the first to break from the shock. 

“It is wonderful to finally meet you, your highness,” she says, shaking hands with (Y/N). 

“Please, call me (Y/N), the formalities are not needed,” she replies with a smile. They sit down at one of the tables and got a couple of bottles of spirits. 

“How in the bloody hell did you meet my brother?” John asks, earning a smack from Polly and a look from Arthur. (Y/N) softly giggled at the question before explaining how they had met. 

“Now it makes sense why he came in with a bunch of books,” Tommy comments under his breath. 

As the gathering went on, they loosened up and started getting to know her better, they realized she was very different from the royal persona that she puts on for the public. They watched as the couple interacted and saw how important she was. 

Polly and Ada were talking with (Y/N) while Arthur went outside for a moment. Tommy followed him, needing to talk to him. 

“You know she’s in danger?” Tommy says while lighting a cigarette. 

“What you on about Tommy?” Arthur questions. 

“Come on Arthur, she is royalty. She already has a target on her back for anyone who wants to mess with the monarchy. Now that she is with you, you just added more targets to her,” he explains. Arthur never really thought about it like that. He never wanted her to get hurt, especially because of him. 

“That didn’t stop you from getting on with many women,” Arthur disputed. The two get up into each other’s faces. But the door opened, revealing the woman they had just been speaking about. She looked between the two brother’s knowing she caught them in an argument. 

“ Is everything alright?” she asks, moving away from the door. meeting the Shelby family when the coronation day rolled around. 

“Yeah, I was just about to get you, we’re leaving,” Arthur says. She can tell that he is upset. Her eyes drift toward Tommy. 

“What did you say?” she questions, both men shocked. 

“Excuse me?” “You heard me, Mr. Shelby,” (Y/N) spits. “ What did you do?” She stares down at the businessman, waiting for an answer. 

By now, the rest of the family was watching this play out. Not many people try to stand up to Thomas Shelby and live to tell the tale. She watched him stand up to the monarchs of her family, and he is now watching her stand up to the monarch of his family.   

Tommy just looked her over before a smile grew across his face. His gaze moves from hers, back up to his older brother. 

“You know what Arthur, I was wrong, she doesn’t have to worry. She’ll give anyone a fight if anything happens,” Tommy says before walking back into the Garrison.

“What was that about?” she asks, checking Arthur over. He smiles down at her, and placed a kiss on her forehead. 

“Nothing that you have to worry your head about dove,” he says before wrapping an arm around her. His mind finally assured him that you were the one.

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

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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

WWE Masterlist

 (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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#he’s done

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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

WWE Masterlist

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.  

Monday Night Raw

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.”

[mythos-writes]

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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