#bret hart fluff

[kayfabebabe]

Wonderful Tonight

Whilst you’re trying to get ready for the annual Slammy Awards, Bret is rather distracting. 

This, originally, began life as something short and sweet to get back into the routine of writing after a short break. Then it got out of hand and quickly descended into... whatever it is now. Oops? 

Bret Hart X Female Reader  WARNINGS - Vaguely spicy. Fluff. 

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March 1996

“You make it look simple.” 

A faint smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you remain focused on tightening the knot of Bret’s bowtie. It, now, sat perfectly centred at the base of his throat. No longer sitting at a crooked angle or threatening to unravel. Perfect. You couldn’t help leaning back to admire the sight in front of you. Bret dressed in an immaculate tux with his hair brushed away from his face and tied in a low ponytail. Even under the harsh light of the hotel bathroom, he was beautiful. There were only a handful of occasions that you’d ever seen Bret dressed in anything other than jeans and his ring-gear. 

You fought the urge to pull Bret closer by the lapels of his jacket and risk arriving late to the ceremony. This was an important night. Every well-known name in wrestling would be congregating in a singular place to celebrate the achievements of the past year. Restless butterflies had been steadily building in the pit of your stomach since Bret asked you to accompany him. Over the past week, you tried to distract yourself from the nerves by searching, and eventually finding, a new gown. It worked for a short time. 

With a final glance over Bret’s outfit, you turn to face the large mirror and check your eyeliner. Everything needs to be right. You’re so engrossed with your makeup that you fail to notice how Bret’s hands rest on the curve of your waist or how his gaze unashamedly roams your reflection. There was a fond warmth behind his eyes that was strictly reserved for these private moments. A surprised squeak falls from your mouth as Bret spins you before the sound is quickly muffled in a firm kiss. Your heart somersaults behind your ribs like it always did when you kissed Bret. Every worry and thought that's been running maddening circles in your mind dissolves into a pleasant static.

Your arms drape over Bret’s shoulders and you raise up on your toes, humming contently into the kiss. You can’t imagine the day that you’ll grow tired of this. One kiss melts into another then another and another. Bret moves to crowd you against the bathroom counter, but your brain comes back online and you, reluctantly, stop him. Hands resting on his chest with your foreheads pressed together. There’ll be plenty of time to get lost in each other after the event.

“We’re going to be late...” 

“One more for luck?” 

Bret knew that you could never resist an invitation to kiss him. It didn’t matter when or where you were, a simple tilt of his head could draw you in.

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“Bret… We sh-...” 

Whatever you planned to say gets lost in a high-pitch moan as Bret bites at the underside of your jaw and presses you harder against the elevator wall. Hips grinding forward, sending bright sparks dancing down the length of your spine. Your hands desperately clutching at Bret’s shoulders for leverage with the rich material of his jacket bunching beneath your fingers. It’s good - so good - already. One of Bret’s hands tugs on your hair to force your head further to the side and he begins to suck a fresh mark over your pulse.

The ceremony had gone well. All of your concerns about looking out of place or embarrassing yourself were quickly forgotten, with excitement taking over, when Bret’s first nomination was announced. Every time Bret’s name was read as the winner, tears filled your eyes and you couldn’t contain the overwhelming happiness that washed over you.

You hardly separate from each other when the elevator doors open and you stumble towards your hotel room. Anyone could see how Bret pressed himself against your back as you attempt to unlock the door; his hands unabashedly roaming your chest over your dress. The mere possibility of being seen by anybody walking down the hallway or coming out of their room stole your breath. Anyone could see and hear you. Your hands falter with the key for a moment before you, finally, opens the door and Bret hurries inside after you. 

~ 

[tameodesza]

Home’s Where the Hart Is Pt.2 (BretShawn)

<< Part 1 | AO3 Link | masterlist

Bret and Shawn take turns caring for each other

a/n: Wasn’t planning on writing a part 2, but the idea was thrown out there, so I decided what the hay! As a warning: fluff turned to smut…oop, lol 🤭

The silence of the living room was filled with the faint sound of the television playing some random tv show that the couple wasn’t interested in. Shawn sat on the couch comfortably with his feet propped up on the coffee table, stroking Bret’s head absentmindedly as the older man laid his head on Shawn’s lap, holding a bag of ice to his nose.

It had been a couple of hours since Bret returned home and, more than anything, Shawn really wanted to jump his bones. Going three months without having sex with his husband should have been a crime.

However, at the moment, Bret’s health was more important.

Shawn was pulled from his thoughts when Bret shifted below him. “Do you need a new bag, honey?”

Bret nodded. “Yeah, this one’s basically water now. Who knew ice could melt so fast,” he said grumpily, not wanting to move his head from the comfortable position on Shawn’s lap.

Shawn leaned down, giving Bret a brief kiss and taking the bag from his hand before heading to the kitchen.

He figured Bret would stay on the couch and wait for him to return like he’d done previously when Shawn left for more ice.

However, Shawn nearly jumped from his skin, freezing in place when he made it to the fridge and felt Bret’s arms sliver around him from behind, arms wrapping tightly around Shawn’s waist as he placed a chin on one of Shawn’s shoulders.

He kissed Shawn’s neck asking, “Why’d you stop?”

A sly smile made its way onto Shawn’s face. “It’s kind of hard to refill an ice bag with my husband pressed up against me.”

“Sorry, I’ll give you some space-”

“No!” Bret grinned at the reaction he was hoping he’d get out of Shawn. Shawn put the ice bag down on the counter and turned in Bret’s arms to face him, looping his arms around his neck. “Don’t you dare let me go.”

Bret’s smile deepened, as well as his dimples. “Of course not.”  

Shawn desperately wanted to give an Eskimo kiss but couldn’t for obvious reasons. “Is your nose feeling  any better?”

“It still stings, but I think the swelling’s going down. What do you think,” he asked as he leaned closer to give Shawn a better look.

He’d inadvertently just given Shawn easy access to his lips, which the blond eagerly claimed. “You look handsome, baby.”

“Not me. My nose, silly.”

“Oh, yeah. Right, that. Um,” Shawn pondered as he took a good look at his husband’s nose. “It still looks a little discolored, but it does look like the swelling’s going down.”

“Good. I need to be able to kiss you without worrying about hurting myself.”

“Yeah, that would be nice.” He sighed, switching topics as a thought came to mind. “What do you want for dinner?”

“You.”

Shawn raised a brow in interest. “I like the sound of that. But seriously. You haven’t eaten since you’ve gotten home, and I know you didn’t eat anything at the airport.”

Bret cleared his throat. “Actually, I was thinking that maybe I could cook dinner for us instead. You deserve a break, Shawn.”

Shawn gave a hesitant look, causing Bret to ask “What?”

Shawn smiled awkwardly. “You know I appreciate you, baby. You’re so sweet to me. But I think the cooking should be left to me.”

Bret put on a frown. “Why? I can cook!”

“And I’m sure you believe that. Confidence is key, sweetheart.”

Bret gave Shawn’s ass a playful smack, “Hey! No being mean to your injured husband.”

Shawn laughed, kissing Bret’s cheek as an apology. “I’m not being mean. I’m just being honest.”

“Brutally.”

“And that’s why you love me.”

“But I’m being serious. I want to do something special for you to let you know how much I appreciate you.”

“Bret, you just being here is enough for me. You really underestimate how much of a gift you are to me. The fact that you haven’t divorced me yet is a miracle.”

“Hey, don’t say that.” Bret would never think to divorce Shawn, and he definitely didn’t want to  manifest it.  

He rested his forehead against Shawn’s, closing his eyes as he took in the moment – the moment ruined by his growling stomach.  

Shawn chuckled, “Someone’s hungry~”.  

Bret eventually convinced Shawn to give him a chance at cooking for them. ‘I’ve got this,’ he’d told Shawn confidently.

Bret most certainly didn’t have it.

Shawn ended up having to help out with the steak, and he had to completely remake the rice for Bret. He was amazed that the older man was even able to mess up something as simple as rice.  

In Bret’s defense, he initially started off well, but was distracted by Shawn standing behind him, watching him cook over his shoulder as he rubbed his crotch against his leg.

Not one to pass up his husband’s advances, Bret turned around and lifted Shawn to sit on the kitchen island behind them, getting in between his legs to kiss him as best as he could with his injured nose in the way.

The couple got carried away, rubbing and kissing on each other, unable to resist temptation. However, they were pulled from their stupor at the sound of the pot boiling over on the stove.

“Bret, the rice!”

Dinner was spent with the couple catching up with each other – Bret mainly telling stories from the road, and Shawn mainly asking about Hunter. As much as he was still pissed at his friend for hurting Bret, he still wanted to know if he was ok.

After dinner, Bret took both of their plates and scraped the excess food into the trashcan before putting the plates in the dishwasher.

Upon closing the dishwasher, Bret stood up to find Shawn standing giddily beside him. Shawn tugged on his arm saying, “I’ve got to show you something.”

“What is it?”

“It’s a surprise.”

That could either be really good or really bad. There was no in-between when it came to Shawn.

Shawn took the lead as he tugged Bret upstairs to their master bedroom. Once in the room, he guided Bret to sit on the edge of the bed.  

Shawn stood in front of him, saying nothing as he tugged off his shirt and threw it across the room. “Sooo, what do you think?”

Bret swears his mouth went dry as he looked on in awe.

In the months that Bret was gone, Shawn had found the time to get his belly button pierced, or at least that’s what Bret concluded from the jewelry shining in Shawn’s navel.  

Shawn started feeling a little self-conscious from Bret’s silence. “Do you like it?”

“Come here,” Bret commanded.

Shawn walked forward, thinking that Bret just wanted to get a closer look, but Bret’s hands met him halfway, reaching out towards his hips and yanking him forward towards his lap. Shawn took it as a good sign, straddling Bret before the man kissed him in the heat of the moment  

“I take it that you like it,” Shawn panted between their kisses.  

“I love it. You look so sexy.”

Shawn responded by grinding his hips down onto Bret’s lap, causing both men to let out a sharp breath. Shawn pressed his forehead against Bret’s whispering, “It’s been so long, Bret.”

“I know,” he whispered in return. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you. I need you. Right now.” He’d been holding off all evening. He couldn’t take the wait any longer.

Shawn’s heart rate picked up in excitement as Bret switched their positions, Shawn on his back with Bret hovering over him. Bret wasted no time to dive down and attack Shawn’s lips with no remorse.

However, he realized too late that he probably should have been more careful.  

“Shit!” He screamed in pain as he’d bumped his nose against Shawn’s again. Shawn was pulled back to reality, watching his husband cup his nose yet again.  

He smiled in amusement. “When will you learn? Here, let me take care of you.”

Bret thought Shawn meant that he would go back downstairs to grab more ice. However, the younger man changed their positions, Bret on his back with Shawn now hovering over him.  

“Lift your arms.” Bret did as he was told, the throbbing in his nose slowly worsening.

Shawn pulled Bret’s shirt off then worked on taking off his pants and underwear. Shawn removed his own as well before joining his husband back on the bed.  

Shawn hadn’t given Bret room to breathe before his mouth was on his cock, licking and sucking in a way that only Shawn knew how to. Shawn moaned in pleasure around Bret as he reached a hand back to  stretch himself as well, not wanting to waste any time. He’d been fantasizing about Bret for three months, so the time for waiting was over.

Once he felt that he was stretched enough, Shawn let up with a pop from his lips before positioning himself over Bret’s cock.

Bret panted, “Shawn.”

Whatever he was about to say flew out the window as Shawn sank down onto him slowly. Both men were breathless, mouths open in silent pleasure as they each felt their bodies reuniting once again.  

Shawn let out the breath he was holding once he’d finally taken in all of Bret, breathing heavily as he allowed himself to adjust. Since it’d been so long, his body needed to get used to Bret’s size again.  

Bret was also going through his own internal battle, gripping Shawn’s hips as he forced himself not to thrust into the man that was still adjusting around him. That was extremely hard to do when he could perfectly see Shawn’s belly ring from this angle, tempting him to plow into the man above him.  

He was relieved when Shawn finally began to move. It was painstakingly slow at first,  the younger man still adjusting to Bret.

Bret wasn’t a selfish man. He’d let Shawn take as long as he needed to feel comfortable. His only concern was him possibly cumming before they’d even gotten started.

Shawn’s groans of discomfort eventually turned into pleasured moans as he quickened his pace. Bret kept his hands on Shawn’s hips, lightly guiding the man as he rode up and down his shaft. It was when Shawn began slamming himself down onto Bret that the older man lost it.  

He pulled Shawn down, wrapping his arms tightly around his upper body before digging the heels of his feet into the mattress as leverage to pound into Shawn. Shawn was a moaning mess, and he knew he wouldn’t last long.

“Cum for me, baby,” Bret coaxed. “Go ahead. Do it for me.”

And Shawn did just that, streams of white shooting between him and Bret as he rode out his orgasm. Bret was not too far behind, his thrusts coming to a halt as he came into Shawn.  

Both men lay there spent from their activities, breathing heavily as their hearts pounded from their chest.

“God, I’ve missed that,” Shawn panted, coming down from his high.

“Yeah, me too.” Bret gave a loving kiss on Shawn’s head. “I love you so much.”

“Me too.”

Bret smiled, “You love yourself so much or you love me?”

Shawn looked up, smiling lazily at Bret, “I love you, in case that wasn’t clear.” Bret kissed Shawn’s cheek in appreciation.

“How’s your nose?” Shawn felt like he’d asked that question a million times that evening, but he just wanted to make sure Bret was ok.

Bret had long forgotten about the pain of his nose while they were having sex. Now that his endorphins were wearing off, he was starting to feel the slight throb of his nose again. But Shawn was more important at the moment.

“I’m alright.” He lightly tapped Shawn’s back before saying, “Come on. It’s time for me to take care of you now.”

Bret was particularly gentle with Shawn, more than usually, especially with the young man still being sensitive from their recent activities.

Shawn clung onto Bret like a koala in the tub as the man washed the both of them as best as he could with their compromised position. Bret shifted Shawn so that the blond’s back was pressed to his chest, his head leaning back over Bret’s shoulder to allow Bret to wash his hair. Shawn closed his eyes in content as he let Bret take care of him.

It wasn’t until Shawn was clean, dried off, and tucked into bed snoozing away that Bret finally went downstairs to re-ice his nose.

[regalityandcoffee]

After The Show (Bret Hart x Reader)

Summary: You're waiting in the bedroom of your shared hotel room for your boyfriend, Bret, when he calls you asking, for a favor...

Contents: fluff, nudity, sleepy Bret, that's it <3

Enjoy <3

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You pouted at the time on the alarm clock next to you as your nails finished drying. 10:23pm. Though RAW hadn't ended too long ago you, you were anxious for your boyfriend to walk through the door. You were worried about him, even though he won his title match (like you both knew he would). 

Instead of being backstage or at ringside  like everyone else, you listened to his wish for you to stay safe and away from the action and watched it in your hotel room. All alone and bored out of your mind. After Bret’s match you switched to some mindless reality show, painting your nails on the bed and waiting anxiously for him to come back.

BRRRRRRRING! 

You jumped and looked over at the hotel phone ringing. Quickly, you picked it up. "Hello?"

"Hey, sweetheart."

Oh thank god, it was just him. "Hi baby, I saw your match! You did so good!"

"Thanks... thanks, doll." You laid down against the pillow, twirling your finger in the cord of the landlines. He sounded... off, his raspy voice shaky and panting between breaths. 

"Are you okay, Bret? You sound tired..."

"Yeah, just a lil'. I'll be back soon. But I uh... I need you to do me a favor, doll, okay?"

"Anything, hon. What do you need?"

"I..." You listened as his voice lowered. "Can you wait for me in the room on the bed, without your pajamas on?"

Your eyebrows raised. "You... you want me..."

"Naked, in the middle of the bed waiting for  me. Can you do that for me, babe? I'm almost back, I won't be long."

"Oh- okay... I can do that..."

"Good girl. See you soon. Love you."

"Love you too." You placed the phone back on the receiver, staring blankly at it.

Naked, in the middle of the bed... waiting for him...

It wasn't a hard request to honor. The only thing you were wearing at that moment was some underwear and one of his Pearl Jam shirts you "borrowed" from his suitcase. Still, your face grew hot just at the thought, your stomach feeling tight just below your navel for a moment. You moved your nail kit onto the side table, then hopped off te bed to turn the A/C up just a bit.

Then you stripped off your panties and t-shirt, and sat in the middle of the bed.

You laid down on your back, staring up at the ceiling and occasionally at the door as you tried to listen to the TV while you waited. It was to no avail, you just couldnt stop your mind from wandering. You were already giggling at the thought of how he would take you, how desperate he would be to strip off his own clothes and have you anyway he wanted.

You covered your face, giggling again as another knot formed in the pit of your stomach. How his hair might still be damp and pretty from his match, how husky his voice would sound and how nice his breath would feel on your neck as he purred in your ear. Your thoughts were running wild.

A knock at the door interrupted your thoughts. The door creaked open. In walked Bret. His flannel shirt was only buttoned half way, and his hair still looked damp from his post match shower. He dropped his belt and duffel on the floor as he kicked the door shut behind him and fastened the lock. Finally, he turned to look at you.

"Hi," He murmured.

"Hi..."

"You ready for me, sweetheart?"

"You look like hell."

His eye brows raised, baffled by your words as he stood at the foot if the bed. "That's mean!"

"It's true, though," you said as you got up. You crossed and kneeled in front of him, pulling him down by his shirt to give him a kiss. "You look terrible. Hot, but terrible. Come here."

Bret rolled his eyes as he gave you a kiss on the nose. "Yeah, a 20 minute slugfest with Kevin Nash will do that to you."

"How's your ribs? That fall from the top rope looked awful..." you pulled him on top of you. His arms went around your waist, and his head rested against your chest as you got cozy against the pillows.

"Aww, you watched my match? Thanks babe." He snuggled against you as you rubbed his back. I'm okay, just a little sore. Not to sore to give you a good time, though..."

"Save it, pretty boy." You kissed his forehead. "Rest first, then we can do it."

He pouted, getting up to lift the covers. You crawled under, and watched him get undressed and let him get back on top of you. "Fine."

You laughed as a yawn escaped him. You gave his back another rub as he nuzzle his head against your chest. "Good boy. Nap first, then you can have fun. I can't have my hitman falling asleep mid-fuck."

"Fiiine. But when I get up, I'm gonna rock your world. Get it?"

"Got it."

"Thanks for taking care of me, doll," he mumbled, his arms squeezing you tight.

"My pleasure." You gave him a kiss on the forwhead as he drifted off on top of you. You stroked his hair as the hitman snored, and turned the tv up a bit to wnjoy the late night movie on the tv. "Get some rest, Hart, you deserve it..."

-fin-

[magnoliacharmed]

Say What You Feel Inside

(not my gif!)

Bret Hart x McMahon sister reader (one shot)

[Also available of Archive of Our Own!]

Word count: ~1.2k

Tags: Public displays of affection, fluff, arguing, misunderstandings, flirting, declarations of love, family fluff

Summary:

As the oldest McMahon sister, your relationship with Bret Hart is fun, frustrating, and surprisingly sweet.

(Thank you for the request, anon!)

S. McMahon, the oldest McMahon sibling

You generally keep a cool, aloof disposition. You're dissimilar to your dad and siblings in that way

When you’re public facing you don’t tend to smile often or participate in a lot of fun and jokes

You stay behind the scenes for the most part. Vince let you be in charge of the women's makeup/hair/costuming. You enjoy it and denied the multiple promotions he tried to give you

After rejecting him so often, Vince stopped including you in major business decisions. He's hurt by your supposed lack of interest no matter how many times you try to tell him you like what you do and you do it well. He'll still will run ideas by you before he finalizes them, valuing your opinion even when he acts like he doesn't

When you first met Bret, you diffused arguments between him and Vince more often than you expected to

One day, Bret absentmindedly says "You're a lot different than your siblings." It feels nice to be acknowledged for your reserved nature instead of it being looked at as a negative

After he pushes your father to the mat on an episode of Monday Night Raw, you say "You're kind of an asshole Bret -- I like it." when he returns backstage.

He realizes that you're the one who even convinced Vince to let himself get pushed. (or at least, egged your father on. "C'mon Dad, the ratings will be so good!")

The first time you give him a compliment (about how you liked how fluffy his hair got by the end of a match), Bret's face gets really really red. He's so embarrassed about it he brushed it off and walked away, leaving you laughing. As soon as heard your laugh he realized he’d never heard you laugh before. He wanted to make you laugh like that again forever.

The next time he sees you he manages to awkwardly ask you out to dinner. You say yes in the most nonchalant voice you can manage but feel butterflies inside. He feels the same way too, the invitation short and with little fanfare to keep him from tripping over his words.

By the third date you end up spending the night together

When you get up to sneak out of the hotel room (you're not someone who likes to stick around… too much opportunity to fall head over heels), he grabs at your waist in his sleep

Bret mumbles sleepily to ask where you're going.

You realize that you could just lie and say you're using the bathroom, then slip out quietly. Instead you stay, hiding in the bathroom for a few minutes before returning to bed

Bret immediately wraps his huge arms around you and you fall asleep shortly after.

He apologizes for the display of affection the next morning. "Been a while since I spent the night with a woman I really like-- I mean, I know we've only been on a few dates--")

You rib him about it all, from the grabbing to his stuttering about it ("Your accent is so strong when you're sleepy!") and remind him in a quiet voice that you stayed with him.

Vince is upset at first when he learns you're dating Bret, then realizes he can use you to his advantage to spy on him.

You don't want to do that and stick to Bret's side. It causes a huge argument between you and Vince.

Vince respects you for that decision in the end even though it annoys him

Stephanie doesn't like the relationship (you roll your eyes at that) but Shane thinks it's funny how pissed off Vince is about it and supports it

Owen tells Bret he approves - "If you're gonna date a McMahon, she's the best choice... even if she is kind of a hard ass. You are too though, so it's a match made in heaven!"

When you get in one of your type-A controlling moods Bret mutters: "Just like a McMahon." just to piss you off. You scoff at him and calm down, appreciating being brought back down to earth from the one person you'd let say that to you

Even when Bret gets irritated at your "suggestions" (about his hair, his ring gear, his promos, or pretty much anything involving him) he tends to follow them

You get in arguments, real screaming matches occasionally. He’s the only man who’s ever gotten you so upset to the point you’re raising your voice, let alone yelling!

You make it up to each other without ever actually saying sorry (usually whoever was in the wrong gives the other person a kiss on the cheek)

You decide to tell Bret you love him live on TV in a rare appearance. "I came on the show to tell Bret Hart one thing. Bret-- I love you."

He's in complete shock as the show ends before he can respond

Backstage after you go off the air, Bret is pissed. "Is this all for an angle, McMahon? Trying to get me caught up on tv? You sure know how to cut a good promo."

Bret is more angry at himself for falling into your trap. He knew the relationship was too good to be true, you were just using him.

You shake your head "no", equally as mad as he is. He knows how you like to keep a low profile so doing something huge like publicly declaring your love on television was a big deal! How could he think you were trying to trick him? Or maybe he was upset that you were even telling anyone that you two were together. No one knew about the relationship besides your families.

"Bret, I love you so much I came out from behind the shadows to scream it to the world. That's how serious I am about you, about us. I'm sorry if you didn't want anyone to know--"

He walks away from you and you don't see him again until next week's show.

Stephanie tells you that you'll be on again just for a few minutes, barely containing a smile on her face. Your nervousness doesn’t allow you any time to wonder why she’s acting so strange

At the start of the show you're left standing in the middle of the ring alone

"Now I know you all are wondering what was going through my mind last week when I said--"

Bret is suddenly walking up to the ring, a look of determination on his face

Your heart aches at seeing him but you keep your expression neutral

He climbs in the ring and time feels like it's slowing down as he pulls you into him, giving you a kiss in front of everyone that makes your knees weak. The flashbulbs light up like crazy around you

The crowd screams when his voice pipes in with conviction to say "S. McMahon, I love you too."

After the show, Vince tells you that he told Bret you didn't have any ulterior motives and that the stunt you pulled the week before was all your idea. ("If it makes you feel better I was upset she even went out there and did it.")

Bret put his pride aside to ask Stephanie to convince you to go back out so he could kiss you. Stephanie, as much as she didn't like him, did it because she wanted to see you happy

Bret apologizes for his behavior and the ambush of making you go back into the ring.

You playfully slap his chest and kiss him back, wrapping your arms around his neck

“Don't expect me to show up on TV with you again any time soon. I've never felt so exposed!"

[thatgirl101blog]

Requests

Hello and welcome to the Bret Hart Imagines

You can request of y’all want me to write down in the comments or in the dms.

What I will write

Smut

Fluff

Sad

Angst

Platonic

Romantic

Family

Gore

Yandere

What I will not write

R*pe

Hard core abuse

Incest

Pedophilia

Non-con

Also this is black reader/Oc/Celebrity because there are barely Black reader anything. Another thing I would not use his REAL children or wife’s!!!

[judgementdaysunshine]

Header credits to @romanthereigns

🧨 - Smut

😭 - Angst

🌳 - Marijuana

💟 - Fluff

🐣 - Pregnancy

Kevin Nash

Eddie Guerrero

Rey Mysterio

Bret Hart

Sting

Juventud Guerrera

Raven

Owen Hart

Steven Richards

[nickswayne]

I Love You - Bret Hart

A/N: This was inspired as I was reading his autobiography and the fact that I need much more Bret love in my life. Set in the early days of The Hart Foundation.

Not sure who to tag but I hope you all enjoy. :)

@monstersmaid @riottkick @theoldwweattitude @spniv

Being with Bret was a real mixed bag of things. I had to deal with him and Jim's antics while ringside, playing valet for shows, but away from the ring, he was a completely different guy. Many people, my family especially, were surprised when they met him. This intimidating and often cold seeming man was surprisingly soft and gentle with me by his side, at least away from the ring that is. I was he and his partner's valet. I served as an intentional distraction to their opponents and "eye candy" for the fans, as bigwigs in the company once stated. Bret hated that. He hated for anyone to objectify me and the minute he heard the old kook tell me that my body alone could "knock soldiers and bozos from their posts" I could see his eyes grow darker. I grabbed his rough, calloused hands and gave him a nod. Later I reassured him that I didn't mind.

 "Just as long as those fans don't give you any trouble, I guess I don't mind either." He said to me that night. He kissed me softly and held my hand. "You're a good girl Mitzi." Blush creeped on my cheeks at the name. No one called me that. First name, sure, but my middle name was easier on the tongue and mind, but not Bret. To him, Mitzi had spunk and Rose seemed to open old wounds of his. He called it cute, but unfitting, with a look in his eyes that gave his heart's true meaning away. Bret never liked to talk of past relationships, but that was fine by me most of the time, I was curious, but I of all people knew what scars and pain a failed relationship could leave. I never pushed, besides, we were often too in love to care anyways.

 He was almost always touching me. Walking to the ring, he had a hand on my waist and after the matches he'd hug me and hold my hand on the way to the locker room. Back around the guys, he'd have me situated on his lap while they drank and talked about the night. His hand would lay lightly on my thigh and just before the arena shut down, when the guys left, he'd let me up to change. I'd change quickly, into one of his shirts and sweatpants, while he kept a check on the door, occasionally looking back and letting his eyes linger a bit too long on my frame. When we got back to a random low-brow, motel in an off the grid town in the winter. We'd nestle into each other for warmth. This was the routine after shows. 

 On days off we'd typically visit with his family in Calgary. The easiest people to get on with were his brothers, especially the youngest, Owen. He was the sweetest, and a jokester. I shared loads of laughs with him. One particular week, Bret suggested we visit my family for the days off. My family lived in a rural town in the US. It would be a long road trip but we'd survive. We visited a day with Stu and Helen in their mansion before saying our goodbyes and heading into the states to see my long awaiting family. 

 When my family met Bret, they were surprised to say the least. Bret wore a soft, pastel colored shirt and regular old blue jeans. His hair was down, soft and wavy, falling over his shoulders. He looked like a typical guy with longer hair and a bulky frame. My parents were decently impressed by Bret. His shy and gentle nature, but willingness to talk and laugh when the time called for it won them over. We stayed for three days and then it was back on the road. My dad and Bret had become incredibly close over those days despite their certainly differing opinions on challenging subjects.

 On the road again. I stared out of the SUV's tinted window as we drove to yet another motel in the middle of nowhere. Bret was driving, his hand on my knee per usual and mine over top of it, providing my warmth as we made our way through the country side. We checked into the sleazy joint. It had a surprisingly comfortable bed. We stayed in one room and snuggled up to each other like long separated puppies, seeing each other for the first time. Bret's arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer as I laid parallel to him.

 "You're so beautiful Mitzi." Even in the dim lighting of the dingy room, I could see his eyes staring into mine. Wide and dark. Admiring me. I would never tire of how he looked at me. Seemingly longing for my promise to stay forever. 

 "Those eye's Mitz." He leaned in a kissed my forehead and his eyes glistened with love.

 "I love you Bret, always will." I said with a smile. He grinned back at me softly and nestled his head into my chest. I was one of the only people he allowed himself to be raw and vulnerable with and I appreciated that wholeheartedly. In his short life, so far, he had been through so much. Lost friends, failed relationships, and the addiction plague that struck many in the wrestling world. I genuinely fell in love with him and I couldn't bear to see him upset, but it was better than him burying everything under a tough exterior like many men of his time were taught to do.

 "I love you too Mitzi." He whispered into the crevice of my neck. It was the first time he had muttered those words.

[rainchyna]

would you ever do headcanons for dating bret hart in the 90s? 👉🏻👈🏻 if not it’s totally fine !! I love your writing btw especially for shawn !

i love you sm, and bret, my baby-

⌗ ˚ ͙◌˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝟗𝟎𝘀˖ ࣪ .ִֶָ

warnings! [none rly, fluff, language, slightly smutty]

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‒ you and bret weren’t that close in beginning

‒ you kinda just saw him around the company and he saw you, but never anything really.

‒ “dude you have to meet bret!” owen would say. Owen was your best friend, you both were trained by the same person and have had a lot of sessions together. He always wanted you and bret to be friends because then he can hang out with two of his favorite people simultaneously.

‒ he threw a party just for you two to meet, there were a lot of other wrestlers that you were friends with, and it was genuinely a nice time, owen was in front of you talking to bret, he looked at you for a split second before walking away. ‘that’s my chance’

‒ you walked up to bret and introduced yourself, he thought you were very pretty. You were a smooth talker and had this charm to you which completely swept him off of his feet. He found you really interesting, your jokes were actually funny and when you stopped talking the silence wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable. Everyone around you could’ve sworn that if you hadn’t seen each other before it would’ve been love at first sight. Your chemistry was undeniable.

‒ you two became close after that, and even owen started complaining that bret stole his best friend.

‒ bret would spend the majority of his free time with you, he started realizing that he would try to look his best for you, always do anything to impress you, and the way you complimented him and his work made feel like you truly cared, or was it just all in his head? Did you feel the same way?  Did you get the same butterflies he felt in his stomach? Or did you feel that tingle of excitement he felt every time you would meet up? Did you feel the same way?

‒ you noticed how bret became physically closer to you. He would hug you a little tighter and always had a hand on you. He would kiss your temple every time he’d see you. you noticed that his touches started sending shivers up your spine, and his kisses would make you blush and shy away from him. You really, really liked bret.

‒ owen watched everything unfold and would stand there, menacingly, smirking at you two because his plan was finally working out the way he wanted, he knew you’d be perfect for each other, it was just taking you a while to realize that. A little too long actually, so he took matters into his own hands. “so, when are you two gonna kiss?”

bret: ( ˙▿˙ )

y/n: (¯▿¯)

owen: °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

‒ that night you both confessed your feelings for each other

‒ and owen was like: (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ fuck yeah

‒ bret is such a sweetheart :(

‒ he's always looking at you with so much love in his eyes

‒ he's always holding your hand. must. hold. your. fucking. hands.

‒ seeing you in his hitman jacket does something to him, his girl? in his iconic jacket? brain go brrr. seeing you in his clothes in general makes his brain crash, so he gives you his shirts, sweatshirts, hoodies and jackets because eye candy is the best candy.

‒ loves loves loves holding you close to him, whether if he has an arm around you, or on your waist, or if you're on his lap, whatever. he wants you to be close to him at all times.

‒ good luck kisses before matches

‒ definitely the boyfriend who would get one milkshake and two straws so you can share it.

‒ kisses on your hands, kisses on your neck, kisses on your forehead, kisses everywhere, soft kisses, rough kisses. making out with bret is an experience.

‒ gatekeeps you while showing you off, wants everyone to know that you're his girlfriend and only his, you can look but can't touch. but also wants nobody to even look in your direction or breath near you.

‒ 'angel', 'my baby', 'love' [crying]

‒ wants nothing more than mixed tag team matches with you.

‒ you definitely have a bret hart teddy, and bret definitely gets salty when you sleep with it. "you literally have the real life bret hart in your bed, and you would rather sleep with the bear???"

‒ smiles to himself thinking about coming back home to you (what if i cry myself to sleep, huh)

‒ his biggest reassurance is knowing that you'll always be by his side and that you'll always support him regard less of what happens, knowing that he has that someone who has constant love and support for him makes him feel at peace. ( :'( )

‒ he takes the relationship very seriously, he's the 'here for the long run' type guy. especially with you, he wants this to last because he genuinely cares for you and sees himself having a future with you.

‒ has a photo album of just you and him, random photos of you and him doing random things. that one time you put makeup on him, when you made cinnamon rolls at 2 am, planting flowers in the garden, stargazing, roses on valentines day, and so many more. most of them polaroids. one that he keeps on him all the time, is a polaroid of you on a balcony in a hotel in paris, you were looking out at the effiel tower and the wind was blowing in your hair, a pretty while silk and lace mini dress highlighted your figure.

‒ obsessed with the thought of getting you pregnant (outta pocket ik)

‒ wants to fuck you dumb every time he sees you in his hitman jacket

‒ pull his hair-

‒ he's very sweet, loves you very much, cares very much, nothing that he wouldn't do for you <3

‒ 385/10, very much recommended.

[kayfabebabe]

for the made up fanfiction title: like a stone (sorry i have the song by audioslave stuck in my head LMAO it's the only thing i could come up with but i love playing ask games)

Vann! Thank you so much for the Ask <3

The first idea that came to my mind was something between Bret Hart and a male reader. Maybe the reader is having a bad day so they have to lean on Bret for some support. Just some classic angst with a bunch of hurt/comfort and a sprinkling of fluff.

Below is a little drabble/blurb for it WARNING - Depression/Mental Health Issues Talk 

(Ps. This turned out longer than I first expected. Apologies!) 

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You didn't move at the distant sound of the front door being opened or familiar footsteps walking up the stairs. They grew louder before quickly coming to a stop. Despite the blankets keeping you hidden from the world, you knew that Bret was standing in the doorway to the bedroom. He had left you in that exact same position nearly 2 hours ago.  

The footsteps began to move again. This time, they retreated and headed down the hallway, Bret likely heading for his office. In the years that you’ve been together, there had been plenty of days when the weight of existence was too much and you couldn’t pull yourself out of bed. Bret always remained sweet during those times. He quietly understood that, sometimes, a person’s own mind could be their fiercest opponent and he just needed to be there. There were no magic words or secret tricks to instantly evaporate the dark cloud above your head. You simply needed his unwavering support.  

“Sweetheart…”

You’d been so lost inside your head that you hadn’t heard Bret come back into the bedroom until his voice was right beside the bed. A part of you - a large part of you - wanted to stay buried beneath the blankets, but you forced yourself to peek out onto the world. Bret was perched on the edge of the mattress, dressed in a pair of shorts and nothing else. 

“I ran a bath. Wanna join me?” 

Behind the invitation was a gentle suggestion. Seemingly easy everyday tasks like taking a shower had required too much over the past couple of days. Again, Bret didn’t complain. He never complained when you were stuck inside your head. Instead of verbally answering Bret, you forced yourself out of bed and followed him to the bathroom. 

The air was slightly sweetened from the scent of a coconut bath bomb and you already felt the warmth sinking into your bones. This is what you needed. It didn’t cure anything, but for a moment, it made you feel light. Bret’s eyes didn't linger and his hands didn't wander as you got undressed. There’d be plenty of time when you were more yourself for that. Clothes were thrown into the laundry hamper before the pair of you got comfortable in the bath; Bret situated himself first then you sat between his thighs and rested your back against his chest. The water was hot enough to cause you to melt against your boyfriend with your head falling onto his shoulder. 

“Thank you, baby…” 

There were a million and one things to thank Bret for. Dealing with your darker moods, ensuring you ate something, at least, daily and not trying to baby you. He was soft in his approach, but not patronising. A faint smile tugged at the corners of your lips when Bret pressed a kiss to the side of your head and gently rubbed a hand over your chest. 

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[tameodesza]

Home’s Where the Hart Is Pt. 1 (BretShawn)

AO3 link | masterlist | Part 2 >>

Bret’s welcome home gift consisted of a lecture from Shawn and a promise to nurse him back to health

“I’m fine, Shawn,” Bret pleaded as he winced in discomfort.

“Shush,” said Shawn in irritation, examining his husband’s face with a grimace of his own.

Bret had just returned to their home in Calgary after being on the road for nearly three months. Although three months wasn’t the longest time he’d been away from home, he could never get used to the distance from Shawn no matter how long they’d been together.

Initially, a sense of relief washed over him when he pulled his car into the driveway of their home. However, his relief was short-lived once he remembered the condition his face was in. As excited as he was to see his husband, he knew that a lecture would be awaiting him once the blond laid eyes on him.

Bret often prided himself on being a safe worker. He always tried his best to not injure others in the ring and to also take care of himself. Part of it was because he didn't want to risk stalling his career from unsafe work. But the main reason was that he didn't want to worry Shawn. Although the younger man was an avid wrestling fan himself and knew that injuries came with the territory, he still got upset anytime Bret was hurt.

Thankfully for Bret, he didn’t get hurt often, and if so, he’s able to hide most of his injuries from Shawn if they weren’t visible or too serious.

This time, however, he sported a discolored, bruised and swollen nose, which he knew would be impossible to hide.

That’s how he found himself getting dragged to the dining room table by Shawn who forced him to sit in a chair.

Shawn hovered above Bret’s face worriedly, placing a light hand on Bret’s chin to tilt his head from side to side. He sighed before saying, “I hate seeing you hurt, Bret.”

“I know. I promise you, it’s fine.”

“Doesn’t look fine.”

“It’s not as bad as it looks. It’s healing and at least it’s not broken. Don’t worry about it.”

“How am I not supposed to worry when the few times I ever see my husband, he’s all battered and bruised? Who did it to you this time?”

Bret chuckled, “What, are you going to beat them up for me?”

Shawn crossed his arms. “Maybe. Don’t test me.”

“Since you’re so curious, it was Hunter - but it was an accident,” Bret quickly rushed out the last part as he noticed the anger quickly creep onto Shawn’s face.

It was no secret that Bret and Hunter weren’t too fond of each other. To be fair, Bret wasn’t fond of a lot of Shawn’s friends, especially Kevin Nash, who Shawn befriended through Hunter. Bret still hadn’t gotten over Hunter blatantly cockblocking him years ago in hopes of setting Shawn up with Kevin.

However, he didn’t think Hunter deserved Shawn’s wrath for something that was truly a mistimed mistake on both of their parts.

Hunter and Shawn had been childhood friends and remained close throughout the years even with Hunter going off to become a wrestler. Shawn supported his friend whenever he could, attending multiple house shows and screaming the loudest whenever Hunter was given a chance to shine. It was through these house show visits that Bret was able to meet the young blond. So he guessed he owed Hunter in some way.

“An accident, huh” said Shawn as he narrowed his eyes. “Guess I’ll accidentally slap him the next time I see him-“

“Oh, no you won’t,” said Bret as he placed his hands on Shawn’s waist, lightly stroking his hip bone with his thumbs in an attempt to calm the man down. “You’re going to stay here and nurse me back to health, yeah?”

Shawn took a deep breath, unfolding his arms to place them around Bret’s shoulders. He leaned down to peck Bret on the cheek. “Fine, I’ll do that first. THEN I’m knocking his lights out. I don’t care if he’s my best friend. He knows how worried I get about you. You’d think he’d be more careful.”

“To be fair, he was careful. But things happen, Shawn. His elbow came flying towards me before I had a chance to dodge. Shit happens.”

Shawn tsked, “Well, I don’t like it.”

Bret guided Shawn down to sit on his lap, Shawn taking the initiative to straddle him. “I know you don’t. But let’s not worry about that, ok? You’ve got me all to yourself for the next two weeks.”

Shawn perked up at that. He leaned forward, ghosting his lips over Bret’s before saying, “Really? Oh, what will we do with so much time on our hands?”

“You tell me,” Bret whispered with a sly smile.

Shawn closed the gap between them, instantly melting in the kiss. He’d waited so long to feel those lips against his again. Bret tightened their hold, gently stroking Shawn’s back as he relished in his husband’s embrace.

This was what Shawn missed the most – being held by Bret and feeling his husband’s lips brush softly against his own. It was in Bret’s arms that he felt the safest, most protected, and most loved.

There was a short time in his life where Shawn swore he’d never fall for anyone in the business. After seeing how busy Hunter’s schedule was, he knew it would be nearly impossible to keep a healthy relationship with a wrestler – although, he was very tempted at one point when he’d first met Kevin.

Kevin was tall, sly, charismatic, and very attractive. But it was obvious that he wasn’t looking for anything serious.

It wasn’t until Shawn met Bret that his stance changed. Bret was very clear and upfront with his intentions with Shawn. He wanted a future with the man no matter the challenges.

Bret sighed in bliss as he deepened the kiss. Being on the road so long was never easy, but it was even more complicated as a married man. He wanted to be around Shawn more than anything, but he needed to make money so they could live the good life he’d promised the younger man so many years ago.

Before they’d gotten married, Bret was still making a name for himself in the wrestling business and Shawn was working some miserable office job. Bret saw how unhappy Shawn was and vowed that the man would never have to work again if he was serious about being with Bret.

So Shawn quit his job and happily became a househusband while Bret supported the both of them.

Shawn was definitely happier. He discovered new hobbies, spent more time with his in-laws and friends, and even had the time to travel with Bret a few times out the year, which worked out perfectly since Shawn could also hang out with Hunter as well.

The only downfall for Shawn was being home when Bret was on the road for an extended period of time, especially with Shawn’s love language being physical touch.

Going months without any intimacy would drive Shawn nearly insane and regularly left him very frustrated. His frustration would even lead to him sometimes picking fights with Bret over the phone. Bret often has to remind himself not to take Shawn’s harsh words to heart, especially due to his own guilt over leaving his husband alone. He’d gladly take the heat if it got some of the frustration off of Shawn’s chest.

Shawn shifted impossibly closer to his husband, letting out a moan as his crotch pressed against Bret. Just as their kiss was getting heated, Bret pulled back with a loud hiss.

It took a moment for Shawn to register what happened, and when he did, he gave a triumphant shout saying, “A-ha! I knew you were in more pain than you let on.”

Bret groaned as he cupped his nose with one of his hands. “You bumped my nose! Of course it’s gonna sting.”

“Aww,” Shawn chuckled, lightly pulling Bret’s hand away from his nose. “I’m sorry, baby. You want me to kiss it and make it better?”

Bret pouted as he nodded. “Yes, please.”

Shawn loved when Bret acted this way around him. A pouting Bret Hart? He should snap a pic and threaten to show it to his friends and family as leverage, he thought to himself.

Shawn snickered as he leaned over to kiss near Bret’s nose, making sure not to hurt him again.

To the outside world, Bret was a guy who took himself too seriously. He rarely smiled, was a bit intimidating, and some would even say a bit of a prude. But he wasn’t that way with Shawn. Shawn appreciated that Bret trusted him enough to completely be himself around him, to let him see what he refused to show the outside world.

“What are you thinking about in that head of yours,” asked Bret, noticing how quiet Shawn had gotten.

“How much I love you.”

Without missing a beat, Bret replied, “I love you, too. Always.” He tucked a few strands of hair behind Shawn’s ear before whispering, “I really missed you.”

Shawn looked down, blushing before meeting Bret’s eyes again. “I missed you too. These months without you were brutal.”

“Yeah, same for me.”

“I uh- also want to apologize again for what I said before. You know – about the whole cheating thing. I was out of line.”

The accusation came out in an argument a few weeks prior during one of the random fights Shawn decided to pick with Bret. He didn’t actually believe Bret was cheating, and Hunter would’ve definitely told him if he had any suspicions. Shawn had just been particularly bratty that day because Bret hadn’t called him the day before.

He knew it was an immature thing to do, but he wasn’t thinking clearly in the heat of the moment. He’d already apologized for it when it happened, but he still felt shitty about it.

“Hey, don’t worry about that, ok? It happened and it’s done. Let’s just be happy we’re together now.” Bret pecked Shawn on the lips for good measure, watching out for his nose this time.

Shawn nodded in agreement. “You’re still mean, though. What man leaves his poor little husband here all alone in the freezing temperatures of Canada?”

Bret let out a laugh, displaying the dimples Shawn loved to see. “It’s not even that cold.”

“My Texan ass would disagree. I’m glad you’re here to finally warm me up.”

“You and your Texan ass?”

Shawn snorted, “Especially my Texan ass.” Bret trailed his hands down and gave Shawn’s ass a squeeze, much to the approval of Shawn.

Shawn laid his head on Bret’s shoulder and the couple sat in comfortable silence, just holding each other and appreciating that they were in each other’s arms once again.

After a moment, Shawn sat up to look at Bret and asked, “How long will you be gone when you go back to work this time?”

Bret looked towards the ceiling in thought as he rattled his brain. “Maybe another month? Then I think I’ll be home for a few days before being back on the road. Why?”

“Can I come with you this time when you go back? I can’t take being away from you again. Not so soon.”

Bret smiled brightly. “Of course. You don’t even have to ask. Just know that you’ll probably get harassed by Owen, though.”

“I love Owen! I haven’t talked to him in a while, so it’ll be good to see him. Plus, I’ll also get to see Hunter which is always fun.”

Bret nearly rolled his eyes at Shawn’s unexpected enthusiasm towards his brother and Hunter. “Are you more excited to spend time with them or me?”

Shawn placed a hand over his heart as he dramatically expressed, “Oh, please don’t make me choose!”

Bret actually did roll his eyes this time. “It should be a no-brainer.”

“You’re right. Hunter’s currently on my shit list for hurting you, so he’s out. And of course I’d choose the better of the two Harts. I mean Owen’s kind of hot, so…”

Bret’s brows furrowed in confusion, not knowing how to respond to Shawn, especially with him putting his brother and the word ‘hot’ in the same sentence.

“I’m kidding! Don’t give me that look,” said Shawn, pinching Bret’s cheek in amusement. “I can’t wait to spend more time with you, baby.”

“Yeah, yeah. Just don’t fight anyone while you’re there.”

“No promises.”

Shawn’s smile slowly faded as he noticed that the swelling on Bret’s nose seemed to get worse, the bump from their kiss certainly not helping. He lifted himself from Bret’s lap, grabbing his husband’s hand to pull him up from the chair.

“Come on. Let’s put some ice on that thing. Gotta nurse you back to health so you can keep me and my ass warm tonight, remember?”

Bret grinned, smacking Shawn’s ass as the blond led them to the fridge for ice. “Whatever you say, doc.”

“That’s nurse Shawn to you!”

[aj-the-cat]

✨ Request Repost! ✨

My requests are open, and I've added a new topic! I do one-shots and title histories!

RULES

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WRESTLER LIST (One-Shots) 

Undertaker (all gimmicks)

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Triple H

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This is just a suggestion list, I will let you know if I do not write for a certain wrestler. I write for WWF and WCW

Note: I do not write for the current roster of WWE, AEW, or Japan

[regalityandcoffee]

Girl help

[magnoliacharmed]

i think im gonna participate in this!:

thinking about including (if you have suggestions pls send them in!):--

shawn michaels

sting

bret hart

billy gunn

jeff hardy

rob van dam

la knight

roman reigns

raven

adam page

and for some non-wrestling media im thinking about:

nandor the relentless

lalo salamanca

namor

tangerine (bullet train)

[hitmanbalor]

middle of the night

a bret hart ff

tw: fluff? cussing. anxiety.

based off middle of the night by monsta x

(he literally has me wrapped around his finger)

-

i woke up hyperventilating which sadly has become continuous due my nightmares coming back. childhood trauma will always linger, but this time i thought they were finally gone obviously not. i picked up my phone and dialed the number of the only person i knew would help, bret. i looked over at the time and shrugged. i could care less about the time. he did say call him whenever. the phone picked up after two rings.

"yn, love what's wrong." i could hear the sleepiness in his voice.

"bad nightmare. like really bad." i explained to the canadian, still shaking.

"im just down the hall, im coming." he said and hung up the phone. i am the manager of razor ramon so i bunk by myself with a room next to razor ramon and his friends, the kliq. i was friendly with them but none of them but razor or scott which is his real name knew of my relationship with bret. he only knew because he caught bret sneaking out of my room in a hotel in santa fe. he was like my best friend and i was very fortunate to have him. after the call ended about three minutes later the door was pushed open to reveal bret. i relaxed my shoulders and waited for him to scoop me up in his embrace.

"it was about your dad, wasn't it lovely?" he asked. i nodded feeling my breathing regulate with the presence of my hart.

"i don't want these stupid nightmares anymore. im literally am adult now and you would expect them to wear off by now." i shook my head against his chest and closed my eyes hoping to catch some z's.

"go to sleep baby. we will talk about it in the morning when your not exhausted." he whispered relaxing into me as we both tried to fall into slumber.

[piratewithvigor]

Masterlist

Videos:

Tiktok I Made About Hawkeye In A Fit Of Despair

Tiktok I Made About My Assorted Wrestling Obsessions

Pictures Of The Undertaker As Random Sounds

Ooh It's Captain Jack Sparrow

TVC-15 Music Video V1

TVC-15 Music Video V2

Wrestling Videos Masterlist (Just AEW)

Wrestling Videos Masterlist (Everything But AEW)

Stories:

Music

Snake Boy - GNR, slice-of-life drabbles featuring Slash and his snakes

Love Break My Heart - GNR, Axl X Izzy, A half-life relationship is disintegrating at the seams. Neither of them is good for the other, but after 14 years together, they don’t know how to be with each other anymore. [Chapter 2], [Chapter 3], [Chapter 4]

The Big Five - GNR, Y/N X GNR, A newcomer to L.A., Y/N isn’t much for anonymous sexual encounters, but there are 5 exceptions

M*A*S*H

Out Of Sight, Out Of Our Minds - After a freak accident lighting a stove, Hawkeye suffered severe flash burns that have left him blinded. Most people recover within a week or so, but as the days drag on, BJ becomes more convinced that Hawkeye isn’t most people. [Chapter 2], [Chapter 3]

Wrestling

Ain't No Grave - Undertaker prepares to rise from the grave, but begins to wonder why

Dr. Isaac Yankem, D.D.S. - Reader encounters the most interesting classmate

Snaps - Kane questions his reality post-match

Forsaken - Undertaker wakes up in the hospital after the fire and meets a once-in-a-lifetime visitor

One Day - Undertaker always knew he would outlast his loved ones…

I Have To Bake A Cake? - Kane has to bake a cake

Kane Is Actually A Cold-Blooded Creature HCs

Eldritch Horrors Anonymous - Dr. Shelby’s led plenty of support groups before and helped plenty of people in them. But these people aren’t exactly people…

Stars - Kane's steadiest relationship through his life was always to the stars. [Chapter 2], [Chapter 3], [Chapter 4]

Romance Isn't Dead (Just Buried Alive) - When faced with one of the most frightening emotions of all time, Undertaker turns to Goldust for assistance

Exodus - 2009 Shane McMahon X Reader

Chest Cavity - Undertaker X Dr. Isaac Yankem, What 26 years of knowing someone inside and out does to a person…

Kitchen - Undertaker is given an option to change a part of his brother's past and potentially give him a brighter future

KNIGHTS - WWF Medieval AU, In the year 1184, King Vincent, Second Of His Name, has found himself nearing financial ruin. Ever since the death of his father, he dreamt of expanding the borders of his kingdom to span the continent and maybe into the lands beyond the seas. The further he expanded, however, the lower the reserves of the kingdom became. In an effort to revitalize the economy of Greenwich, the king devises a brilliant plan with the help of his council of lords. A plan for a tournament more beautiful and spectacular than any that had come before...

Lost - Kane X Daniel Bryan Kane loses his mask

Bubbles - Bret Hart X Shawn Michaels Shawn has a surprise for Bret

Fluff - Bret Hart X Shawn Michaels Bret faces his own fears of the pink and fluffy

Farm Fresh Produce - Bret Hart X Shawn Michaels Our boys get their happily ever after

Miscellaneous

Florist Gump - Forrest Gump Flowershop AU

How I Listen To Each Of My Favourite Bands (A Bullet Point Piece)

How To Listen To Prog Rock (A Bullet Point Piece)

[ogsherlockholmes]

The Stolen Cigar Case

In my Sherlock Holmes collection, there is a book included that is a collection of short stories inspired by Sherlock Holmes. For example, there are parodies in there or other detective stories similar to Sherlock. One of there parodies is written by Bret Harte and it is called The Stolen Cigar Case. The detective in it is called Hemlock Jones, which isn’t even the strangest part, and it is narrated by an unnamed character that is supposed to take the place of John Watson.

 In the story, Hemlock Jones is living at Brook Street lodgings. The narrator enters and begins massaging his shoe (?). Hemlock makes a deduction, which was really simple, but the narrator was very impressed. They then talk about other ridiculous cases Hemlock has solved, before he announces that someone has stole his cigar case. The narrator tries to help him by suggesting ways to find it, which Hemlock writes down. Hemlock then leaves to do something, so the narrator looks through the jars in the apartment, all containing wildly specific substances. The narrator tries to open Hemlock’s drawers to see if he forgot that he put his cigar case in there, but one of the handles was sticky. He goes to sleep, and thinks he can feel hands in his pockets, then wakes up to see Hemlock smiling at him. The narrator goes to leave, and Hemlock hugs him (?) and helps him put on his coat.  During the days after, he finds Hemlock wearing disguises in the street, but pretends he doesn’t recognise him. One day, he visits Hemlock. Hemlock accuses him if stealing the cigar case, and lists how he knew it was him, but they were all ridiculous reasons. The narrator continuously tells him that he didn’t steal it, but Hemlock would shout at him every time. At the end, the narrator opens the drawer and Hemlock’s cigar case is in there. Hemlock kicks him out. 

These are all lines that are taken from it:

[The narrator] gently caressed his [Hemlock Jones] boot.

[After Hemlock knew it was raining] There was no deceiving this man!

I became dumb at once. 

I rose and embraced him warmly. 

"Do you remember the cigar case presented to me by the Turkish Ambassador for discovering the missing favorite of the Grand Vizier in the fifth chorus girl at the Hilarity Theatre? It was that one. I mean the cigar case. It was incrusted with diamonds."

I could scarcely believe my senses. He, the great Hemlock Jones, accepting suggestions from a humble individual like myself! I kissed his hand reverently

Left to myself I cast a cursory glance over his shelves. There were a number of small glass jars containing earthy substances, labeled "Pavement and Road Sweepings," from the principal thoroughfares and suburbs of London, with the sub-directions "for identifying foot-tracks." There were several other jars, labeled "Fluff from Omnibus and Road Car Seats," "Cocoanut Fibre and Rope Strands from Mattings in Public Places," "Cigarette Stumps and Match Ends from Floor of Palace Theatre, Row A, 1 to 50." Everywhere were evidences of this wonderful man's system and perspicacity.

When I came fully to my senses, I found Hemlock Jones sitting on the other side of the hearth, his deeply concentrated gaze fixed on the fire.

"I found you so comfortably asleep that I could not bear to awaken you," he said, with a smile.

on my turning to go he embraced me warmly—a rare exhibition in that man of ice. He even helped me on with my overcoat and pulled out and smoothed down the flaps of my pockets. He was particular, too, in fitting my arm in my overcoat sleeve, shaking the sleeve down from the armhole to the cuff with his deft fingers.

There is a lot more in there, so this is the link for the PDF  https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Condensed_Novels:_Second_Series/The_Stolen_Cigar_Case

When I read this, I thought this was a modern day parody, but it was written in 1900. The fact that people were basically writing fanfiction in the Victorian times is hilarious, but also how they wrote it so that Watson deeply admired Sherlock.