sydsaint

[sydsaint]

fraxiom debuting on smackdown the same week that ive been crawling hands and knees through their ao3 tag reading everything i can find . gay people WIN

[sydsaint]

FRAXIOM MAIN ROSTER DEBUT ENTRANCE 😭❤️❤️

[sydsaint]

fraxiom is here we cheer

[sydsaint]

Fraxiom here to make you forget gravity exists.

[sydsaint]

Mr. Sabin, my beloved ♥️

Summary: Reader, who is Chris' wife, stresses over his upcoming ladder match.

Your heart pounds against your ribcage as you stand backstage in the locker room area. 'Ladder matches. It's *always* ladder matches.' You think to yourself.

A few feet away, Chris is lacing up his boots with that carefree smile on his face that you adore so much. Your husband is absolutely oblivious to your silent plight.

"YN, baby. You seen my jacket?" Chris looks up from his boots once they're laced up. "Babe?" He asks again when you don't answer.

Chris looks up to find you mumbling to yourself in the corner. Concerned, he walks over, cupping your face in his warm hands. "Dollface? Where you at right now?" He asks you.

"Hmm?" You blink, coming back to reality. "Chris? What are you doing?"

"What am *I* doing?" Chris chuckles, thumbs brushing over your cheeks. "You're the one kvee here mumbling like a crazy person, doll."

You lean unconsciously into his touch, enveloped by the musky scent of the cologne you bought him for Valentines Day. "I was mumbling?" You inquire.

"Yeah." Chris nods. "Like a weirdo. An adorable, weirdo. But, still a weirdo nonetheless." He teases. "What's got you all in your head?"

"It's nothing." You gruff, pulling away from his touch. "I'm fine, Chris. You just focus on getting ready for your match."

Chris sighs. This isn't the first time you've avoided talking about your feelings with him. And it certainly won't be the last. But, damn, does the man love and adore you to no end.

"Hey." Chris snatches your wrist, gently pulling you into his chest. "Is this about the ladder match?" He asks you, wrapping an arm around your waist.

"I....maybe...." You bite the inside of your cheek in shame. "...am I not allowed to be worried about my husband?"

Chris scoffs, a smile breaking in the corners of his mouth. "Course you are, dollface." He assures you. "But, hey, look at me." He grabs your chin, tilting it up so you're looking in those baby blues you love so much. "I'm gonna be fine, YN. Okay?"

"It's a ladder matches, Chris." You sigh heavily. "And I know how you get around stuff you can jump off of."

"Guilty." Chris chuckles with a charming smile.

You huff, a pout on your face at his lack of concern. "It's not funny, Chris!" You pout.

"Right. Sorry." Chris coughs, turning serious. "C'mere doll." He pulls you closer, one hand moving to the back of your head. "It's all gonna work out fine. I promise." He holds you against him for comfort. "And if it doesn't? You can kick my ass later, okay?"

"Yeah, okay." You nod with a sigh, burying your face in his shoulder. "Just...be safe. Please. Be safe."

Chris nods, pulling away so he can look at you properly. "Always am, pumpkin." He kisses your forehead.

"You'd better not die." You manage a small smile to give him.

"And leave a gorgeous broad like you for Shelly to steal?" Chris grins. "Nah. You're stuck with me for life, baby."

That gets a small laugh from you. You shake your head, handing him his ring jacket. You help him put his jacket on, ruffling his hair for good luck.

"Love you, baby." You kiss his cheek. "Good luck and knock 'em dead."

"Always do, baby!" Chris winks before heading off to meet up with Alex before their match.

You stay backstage for the match, unable to bring yourself to watch the carnage that's undoubtedly about to unfold.

About 40 minutes later, you see the medical staff making a mad dash for the ring. Your heart sinks, a million thoughts in your head. As if on autopilot, you find yourself running toward the ring with them.

"Chris? Chris!" You call out in a panicked state as you near the gorilla.

"YN?" Chris's voice cuts through the chaotic noise of the crowd and babbling medical staff.

You see him break through the staff and rush towards you, looking relatively unharmed. "YN, baby. What are you doing out here?" He greets you with a hug, pulling you into his sweaty chest.

"I saw the medical staff all rushing the stage." You explain, squeezing him tightly. "God. I was so scared, Chris."

"Awe, I'm alright, dollface." Chris hums, rubbing your back. "See? Look. All good?" He pulls back so you can see his face.

You study his face intently. He's sweaty, with a tossled mess of hair and flushed cheeks. But, he's okay.

"Yeah. You're okay." You confirm, resting your forehead against his.

"Better now that you're here." Chris smiles.

You crack a smile as well, pulling back and shaking your head. "You're a moron." You muse. "Come on. You need a shower." You grab his hand.

"Yes, ma'am." Chris grins, squeezing your hand. "You gotta help, though." He winks as the two of you walk off.

[sydsaint]

After like a 6-8 month hiatus, I am BACK to writing fics!!! Yay me. Expect the first one to be posted here soon.

[sydsaint]

The tan leather jacket ❤️😮‍💨

[sydsaint]

NOTICE: As more and more fanfic writers are using generative AI for their works (you uncreative dweebs), I hereby swear on everything I hold dear that I have not and will NEVER use generative AI in ANY of my written work. Everything I post will be organically and creatively my own.

[sydsaint]

Mania weekend was HELL for me personally bro.

- Fraxium lost to fuckass Hank n Tank

-LA Knight dropped his title to Fatu

-Bron lost his title to FUCKING DOM MYSTERIO

-El Grande Americano storyline didn't end

-CM Punk lost his mania match

I am in wrestling purgatory bro.

[sydsaint]

Should have been me 😤

can we talk about how seth was grabbing bron's tits like?????

[sydsaint]

old stuff new stuff low effort

[sydsaint]

Nigel that was SO sexy of you.

[sydsaint]

[sydsaint]

It should be ME 😭😭

[sydsaint]

Fraxiom - NXT 08/04/2025

[sydsaint]

[sydsaint]

Predictions for AEW Dynasty:

Daniel Garcia (c) vs. Adam Cole - Adam

Death Riders (c) vs. Rated FTR - Death Riders

Kenny Omega (c) vs. Ricochet vs. Mike Bailey - Ken or Ricochet

Toni Storm (c) vs. Megan Bayne - Toni

Jon Moxley (c) vs. Swerve Strickland - Jon (swerve im sorry)