#bret hart imagine

[aritamargarita]

GOLDEN || 008

HOLD YOUR APPLAUSE!

now i welcome you back… you’ve landed at the golden train station destination, don’t forget your luggage when exiting the train yippee!

i hope you get a couple of laughs out of this…because after a certain point literally nothing is going to be funny anymore *WINK* you know, in both series, i think we just can't have nice things lol.

with this series of unfortunate events, i present to you [name]’s bizarre adventure. *lights dim, curtains fall*

THAT MATCH MADE you feel pretty unsatisfied. All you can hope for is that this future Sable storyline can give you more than whatever you're doing right now. The night is still young, so there are many things waiting for you.

BACKSTAGE // 7:24 PM

You’re the last one out. The other three were already making their way down the hall by now.

You’re not exactly satisfied with that match from earlier. Truth be told, you wanted to wrestle with Chyna a little longer. Even though you were goofing around, you knew for a fact that Chyna had more than an irish whip in her arsenal.

You want her at her full potential! You’re sure she wants you at your full potential too.

If only you were put in a storyline with her instead of Sable, sigh..

You're not exactly alone back in gorilla either. As soon as you hit those curtains, Bret was leaning on the wall. "Done for the night?"

You look at him with a smile. “Yes.” You weren’t really impressed overall with your match, and you’d tell him this much. “If you were watching, don’t be surprised. I didn’t do much this time..”

Bret shrugs it off. “I still think you did something out there. That’s all that matters. Let me tell you a little secret,” He comes closer so that you can hear him a little better. “Shawn’s got a real big habit of making things all about him. Trust me, I know.”

The way he said it makes you raise an eyebrow. Now you’re really curious..

“..Still, I think you stood out tonight.” He continues.

“Couldn’t keep your eyes off of me, eh?” You tease. “I get it. Everyone seems to have that problem when they meet me.”

“Your name must be trouble, then.” Bret grins at you. “Causing it everywhere you go. By the way, what ever happened to watching me wrestle? Think it’s a little unfair if I can only watch you.”

"Listen, I wanted to tell you sorry. I kiiinda just wanted to go back to my hotel." You explain. “Other than make that one ringside appearance, there wasn’t anything to do, you know?”

“I guess I better back out of our bet, huh?” He stuffs his hands in his pockets. “Don’t know if I can trust you to hold up on your end of the deal.”

Bret must think he looks really cool doing that. You’re almost flattered.

“Oh no!” You say, dramatically putting your hand on your chest. “Whatever will I do?!”

“Hmm. Could make it up to me.” He says. “What do you have planned tonight?”

“Nothing…but..” You cross your arms. “If you’re about to say what I think you are, I thought the whole deal was if I talked to your crazy friend?” You hadn’t seen Pillman the entire show, let alone the last show. “I haven’t even seen him yet..”

Bret shrugs. He didn’t have an answer at first. “Well, maybe the guy’s just a little shy. You might’ve missed him. I talked to him the other day and funnily enough, it just so happens he talks about you a lot. I don’t blame him, but if I were you, I’d check the match card for tomorrow.”

Hmmmm……

“You don’t blame him, huh..” Whatever that means. “And I’ll check. Now, what do you want from me?” You’re sure that Shawn must’ve been looking for you by now, especially since you fell back.

“You said you’ve got nothing planned tonight, right?” Once you nod your head as confirmation, he smiles. “We’re gonna grab something to eat.”

“Is that an order or a request?”

“Whatever you want it to be.”

You’re not sure how to take that, but if there’s one thing you like, it’s people who are forward with what they want from you.

It’s probably another thing on your imaginary list that Terry’s instilled in you overtime. Closed mouths do not get fed. He’s got a lot of good lessons..

“Okay, okay. That’s fine.” There’s something else that’s been killing you, so you just go for it. “When you mentioned Shawn making things all about him, what did you mean?”

Bret decided to put it bluntly. “If you really want to know, he’s just a smart ass. Guy thinks he’s at the top of the world these days. I’m surprised no one told you what happened last month..”

“Not at all.” What exactly happened?

“Last month, I lost the WWF Championship to him and not in the way you think. That asshole put me in the sharpshooter and the bell rung without me even tapping.“

Damn. That’s crazy. You couldn’t even imagine the atmosphere backstage after.

The only thing you can say is; “Wow.”

He chuckles, which makes you tilt your head. “You should’ve been there. I ended up ripping a chunk of his hair out.…can’t say it might not sound a bit anti-climactic in my words though.”

“And this was like a month ago?!”

“Yeah. You just missed it. Believe it or not, we were actually pretty good friends a while back.”

“Seriously?” Though you’ve only known them for a little while, they seem like they’re from such different worlds. Then again, opposites do attract.

“Seriously.” He nods. “My only advice to you right now is to be careful who you trust. You’re in the lions den. Personally, I don’t think it’s wise to stay there.”

If you leave the “lion’s den”, where else could you go? You’re fully capable of making a name for yourself, but the ladder may work a little different here.

There’s more questions you want to ask. Hundreds of them, even. But things are cut short when you see Shawn yet again sauntering down the hallway with his arms open.

“Heyyy, I knew something was wrong! Didn’t see ya’ behind us!” He chimed. “You know you’re apart of the group, what do people say these days? No one left behind? Because you’re apart of the group, you know?”

He placed a lot of emphasis on group. Something that makes you look at him in confusion and makes Bret raise his eyebrow at him.

“Man, I sure LOVE being with D-Generation X,” He continues. “You know, the group. Now if you excuse us, we’ve got somewhere to be!” Shawn slings his arm around you and tugs you down the hallway.

“Sorry.” You turn your head towards Bret with an apologetic look on your face. “See you tonight?”

Shawn’s really starting to get on your nerves with this. It almost makes it worse now that this ‘Montreal Screwjob’ put that slight sour taste in your mouth about him.

“I feel like I’ve gotta put a leash on you or something.” Shawn chuckles. “Always wandering somewhere else.” You want to find the sweetness in his words, but you literally can’t. You’re too pissed off with him dragging you away like that.

With you giving no response, not even a sarcastic one, he suddenly stops. You step away and just stare at him.

With what Bret told you, could you really find it in yourself to trust Shawn? Could you even trust D-Generation X as a whole?

Somehow, you feel like the only person you can trust is Chyna. But maybe that’s because you have an fondness for her.

"What?" He asks. "Why're you looking at me like that?"

You simply shake your head and continue down the hall. The locker room must’ve been only two doors down.

“Woah, woah!” Shawn yells, speeding up so he can catch up to you. “Hold on a second there..!”

You don’t slow down or say anything to him as you open the door and head over to your things to hastily pack them. You need to find a nice outfit and you’d much rather do it alone.

Chyna and Hunter give a look to each other before turning back to you in confusion. Shawn’s making hand gestures towards you, but they have no fucking clue what he means.

You shoot the other two a smile before grabbing your luggage. “Have a good night.”

“Yeah…uh, you too.” Hunter replies.

After his words, no one really says anything else to you. The three of them just watch you push past Shawn and walk out the door.

“Man, you must’ve royally fucked up that one.” Hunter muttered. You didn’t seem to be in a good mood at all. “The hell happened?”

Shawn waits a moment before finally gathering some words together. “Yeah, yeah. Listen, it’s for her own good. You don’t get it, she was talking to Bret. Shady business, guys! We’ve gotta follow her.”

“I don’t think you should do that.” Chyna recommends. “You should leave her alone.”

“That’s a good idea.” Shawn thinks about it for a moment. “Buuuuut that’s not gonna happen. ‘Cause what if she leaves us for the Hart Foundation?! She was talking to Bret earlier. Sounds like they’ve got plans. Plans for what exactly?!”

“Dude…” For a second, Shawn thinks that Hunter wasn’t on his side. “…Holy shit, you’re right. She might just leave us. The woman’s new, this may be a test drive!”

Chyna couldn’t believe that Hunter was feeding into this. Seems like you couldn’t have friends outside of them. The more overbearing they are, the more you’d want to leave the group, and she most definitely didn’t want that to happen. “You guys—“

She tries to be the voice of reason, but the other two just weren’t hearing it.

“Get the car ready!” Shawn yells, quickly grabbing his own stuff. “She’ll be gone before we know it, this is a mission we can’t fail!”

You wanted to look nice. Not for any particular reason, of course. You think what you’ve scrapped together is good enough, so you pose in the mirror one last time for good measure.

This isn’t a date or anything. It’s just two co-workers hanging out in their spare time after the show. Yes, that’s right. Just two co-workers. It’s for business and whatnot.

Sure enough, the car ride didn’t entail anything that interesting. The two of you just sat in silence for the most part. Both of you were just focused on the road in front of you, with little small talk.

You didn’t know what to say. Neither did he. But there was a smile on your face that just wouldn’t go away as you idly drummed on your knee the entire time.

The thought crossed your mind to offhandedly mention how you almost cracked your head open when he called to tell you that he arrived. Just for light banter. You ended up not saying anything.

Finally getting there was different. The moment you two got out of the car was the moment you two could talk about everything in the damn world. At least he was nice enough to open the door for you.

You didn’t really know why, but you figured that you should get a feel for him, see what he likes to talk about..

This is really weird.

“Are you cold?” Bret suddenly asks. “If you want to, you’re free to use my coat.”

“No, I’m good.” You say. For some reason, this is genuinely making you nervous. Even though you’re hanging out.. “Thanks anyway.”

It is a bit chilly outside. Then again, it is December.

He opens the door for you again and you're suddenly hit with warm air. It feels much better. You just hope you don't start to feel uncomfortable with the heat by being there for too long.

It's not too much of a fancy restaurant, nothing five star or anything along those lines. It's just a local one in the town, you think.

It’s definitely not a Waffle House. This one guy in your life had a tendency to take you there at 2 in the morning and call it fine dining. By no means were you complaining about the food. The food is good. It’s just the idea.

The waiter greets you two. Bret’s the one that does all the talking as your eyes seem to wander off somewhere else.

You notice that it’s pretty quiet for the most part, though you can see people chatting away at tables.

Somehow, seeing people like just hanging around like this reminds you of when you were just like any other person. Right before you got into wrestling. It’s different this way.

The feeling of not being famous, you suppose.

It reminded you of that period of your life where you didn’t know what exactly you wanted to do. You guess you were at the right place at the right time because you got scouted in a strange way.

More than likely because you were nice-looking, of course. But you’re more than just looks and you demonstrated as such in your very first match.

Before you’re able to spiral in your thoughts any further, Bret has to tap you on the shoulder to get you to follow him.

“Whoops.” You mutter. And you follow right towards the dining room. Once you’re seated in a booth, the both of you are passed menus. “Ever been here before?” You ask, doing your best to make conversation.

“Nope. I just think it’s a nice change of pace. I’m the kind of guy who’ll eat fast food. But hey, I just said screw it, let me at least try to leave a lasting impression on a new friend.” Bret says, scanning over the menu. He wishes that the lights weren’t so dim in here…

“Ah. You and me both.” You too, we’re a victim of fast food. McDonald’s fries were too good to pass up. It’s like a tradition for yourself to go after every show.

Things are a bit different now. You want to try and get a better feel of the WWF’s schedule first.

On another note, it is safe to say you’re decently impressed. You just hope the waiters here weren’t as temperamental as Waffle House waiters.

“Hola! Oh shit, I mean, bonjour.” The waiter says in a terrible French accent. “I’m your waiter, Sèan, that’s right, don’t forget the apostrophe on the E, how may I take your order, eh?”

You don’t really comment on it, instead focusing on the menu. You’re not that hungry either. Somehow, that match had zapped away your appetite. Maybe you should just order ten cocktails and get drunk or something.

Actually, no, no. That’d be really embarrassing.

You lift your head up to give the waiter a smile, but once you do, it immediately falls.

…You look over at Bret, who was simply scanning through the menu unfazed. Did he seriously not know who this was?

Did his voice not give it away? You’ve gotta be kidding. This has to be some king of joke.

How did Shawn even nab a waiter outfit anyway? And most importantly, who glued that mustache to his face?! Is no one else pointing this out??

More importantly, he picked such a stupid name. Way to disguise yourself.

Still, Bret hasn’t noticed. But if he does, then you both more than likely are going to leave. While you’re pretty upset that he followed you here, you wonder how this’ll play out.

“Um..” You rub your temple. “Wow. Okay. Hi, Sèan with an apostrophe. Can I just get a water for now?” You start to wonder how in the hell he’s going to get access to the kitchen.

“Oui!” He gives you a thumbs up and you cringe. Honestly, you never thought you’d be in a situation like this in your life.

“Same here. I can’t figure out what I want for the life of me.” Bret says.

“You could get lost.” Shawn mutters, his eye twitching.

“Huh?”

“What? I didn’t say anything, kind sir. You wanted the water?”

As Bret gives his response to him, you start to wonder why your life has to be this way. Out of all things that could've happened..why in the world would Shawn follow you?

He leaves and you take a moment to rub your face with your hands. For once in your life, you'd just like to meet someone who wasn't that obsessed with you. You have had plenty of bad experiences already.

Meanwhile, Shawn is slightly panicking. You definitely knew that something was up. He goes over to another table, holding up a notepad. “Guys, we have a dilemma. I call this: Code Alfredo.”

“That is a stupid codeword.” Chyna blatantly says behind her menu. And quite frankly, she thinks what they’re doing now is stupid too.

Hunter slightly leans down the menu that’s covering his face. “I’m totally for it, man. Don’t worry. What happened?”

“I think she knows! I’m gonna try and get access to the kitchen. These idiots don’t even know I don’t work here.” He chuckles. “Slipped right under the radar. Hell, you could get your own uniform if you wanted to, Hunter.”

“Always wanted to try my hand at cooking.” He says. “Guess I’ll get ready for my shift, heh.”

“If she sees the two of you, she’ll know something is up. And I don’t want her to think that I had anything to do with this.” Chyna says, lowering her menu. But she, just like you, wanted to see how it’ll play out.

Shawn just laughs. What makes her think she’s not going down with this ship?! “The hell do you mean?! You’re deep in it now! You definitely play a part in this.”

“Ugh.” She groans, waving her hand and bringing up her menu to cover her face once again.

“C’mon dude. We’ve gotta get you a uniform.” Shawn nudges Hunter to get up. “And you’ll never guess what I did, I asked a camera crew to come over and we’re gonna….”

And back at your table, things seemed to be the same as always. You just can’t believe Shawn’s even here.

You’ve gotta find a way to make the best of this situation, maybe even try and distract yourself from the fact he came. Easier said than done.

“So, uh.” You cough out. “I’ve heard stuff about some kind of award show called the Slammy’s. Know anything about it?”

“Yeah. Most of the Hart Foundation is going, so I’m obligated to go too. I’ll be honest, I didn’t want to go.” He admits with a smile. “Thought it was dumb. Especially since I’ve already won last year. Three times.”

“Three?” You’re surprised. He must be good, damn. “What did you win it for??”

He counts them out for you with his fingers. “Best Submission. Best Music Video. Believe I was Hall of Fame bound as well.”

“That’s a lot stuff. Pretty cool.” You smile. And it was. You originally thought that you couldn’t imagine being picked for something like that, but apparently, you did! “I got nominated, too. Least I think I did. I think it was Miss Slammy?”

“Then I know who my votes going to.” He immediately says. “No question.”

You scoff. “Oh, you…”

“By the way, it’s pretty common for you to bring someone to the Slammy’s with you. Did anyone ask you yet?”

“No. Not at all.” To you, you figured that was a given since you were new and all. No one really knows you like that.

“Guess this is my opportunity then. Are you interested in going with me?”

Suddenly, yet another waiter comes by and you groan.

This time, you can identify him as definitely Hunter. He has a stupid chef hat on, and his glued on mustache may have been falling off, but he can’t hide those blonde locks of his.

“Compliments of the chef.” He sets your drink down and you look at it. Gotta be some variation of soda. This isn’t water.

“Hey, uh. I wanted a water…” You say.

“My bad.” He swipes it back up, then turns to Bret. “What did you want, dude?” Of course, his customer service was really bad. But you can’t talk…

“I just wanted a water too.”

You’re not understanding how Bret hasn’t caught on yet. Maybe he’s not paying attention too well enough. You kept seeing Hunter’s eyes darting behind Bret, which struck you as strange.

“Hey. Did you know Shawn Michaels won the Slammy’s five times last year?” Hunter suddenly says.

“What—?” As Bret is talking, a circular tray is smashed on top of his head and he crashes down to the floor. You immediately jump out of your seat.

You’ve gotta be fucking kidding.

Shawn dramatically rips off his apron and ushers the cameraman to come closer so that they could get a good shot of this beatdown. "You think you're better than us?! Tell your little foundation to stay away from our new recruit!" He kicks him.

"Stop that!" You yell. The attention was on all of you as Shawn continues to kick Bret. In attempt to stop his assault, you jump on his back. The people surrounding you are just enjoying the show at this point.

Because you're currently trying to choke Shawn out, Hunter takes over and starts laying blows onto Bret. Chyna has to come out of nowhere in order to try and separate you from Shawn.

Once she lifts you off of him, you look behind you. "Oh my god! You too, Chyna?!"

Well, now you know for sure this restaurant wont be allowing you guys to come back.

Ever.

i'd like to give an explanation as to why she stopped having “a thing” for shawn so quickly.…..the answer is clearrrr, it’s absolutely raven’s fault…she will never see being the slightest bit clingy as a good thing again LOL.

ngl this chapter was a struggle thanks to motivation and tumblr breaking every 5 seconds. i wasn't very happy but i think it just needed a new set of eyes (aka you who's reading lmao) i thank you for reading, big things are coming!

[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-

[thatgirl101blog]

Adoration

You stood in the center of the wrestling ring, the spotlight shining down on you as you took your place at the announcer's table. The crowd roared with anticipation, their excitement filling the air. Little did you know, Bret "The Hitman" Hart had his eyes fixed on you.

As you introduced the upcoming match, your voice filled the arena, capturing the attention of the audience. Your passionate and knowledgeable commentary captivated the crowd, showcasing your deep understanding and love for the sport. You brought a unique energy to the event that drew people in.

Midway through your introductions, you caught a glimpse of Bret. His piercing eyes met yours, and in that moment, time seemed to stand still. There was something about the way he looked at you, a mix of admiration and intrigue, that made your heart skip a beat.

Bret couldn't help but be enchanted by your presence. He was mesmerized by the way you passionately described the backgrounds of the wrestlers and highlighted their strengths and weaknesses with such enthusiasm. Your voice, filled with excitement and authenticity, drew him in closer.

As the match began, you continued to provide insightful commentary, immersing the audience in the action taking place in the ring. Every word you spoke seemed to add an extra layer of intensity and emotion to the match. Bret found himself hanging onto your every word, completely engrossed in your storytelling.

Throughout the night, Bret stole glances in your direction whenever he had the chance. The way you leaned forward, fully invested in the match, made his heart swell with admiration. He was captivated by your dedication and passion, seeing in you a kindred spirit who shared his love for the art of wrestling.

As the event came to a close, Bret found himself unable to forget the moments shared between you. Your voice, your energy, and your passion had left an indelible mark on his memory. In that ring, under the spotlights, you had captivated not just the audience but also Bret "The Hitman" Hart himself.

[magnoliacharmed]

Not So Scary After All

(not my gif!)

18+, Bret Hart x Fem!Reader one shot

[Also available on Archive of Our Own!]

Word count: ~3.1k

Tags: Secret relationship, sneaking around, flirting, vaginal fingering, hand job, hickeys, condomless sex

Summary:

You and Bret try your hardest not to reveal your secret relationship to everyone. Eventually you two have too much fun one night and accidentally make the relationship known.

"Do you like scary movies?" 

You stood up on your tiptoes behind Bret, just barely reaching his ear. It took a lot of practice to get your voice to be threateningly gravelly, yet still sexy. 

"Yeah." There was a playful tone in his voice. 

You cleared your throat, the sound coming with a higher pitch than you would've liked. You put the voice on again. "What's your favorite scary movie?"

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You'd been watching Scream quite a bit ever since it was released on videotape. After learning that Bret was a fan of all things horror, you finally managed to convince him to come to your room so he could watch it with you. You both sat through the first forty-five minutes of it, completely engaged like it was new to you, until Bret pulled you to sit in his lap. 

You were surprised that your plan had actually worked, considering that you were pretty sure he hated you! He didn't say much to you backstage and always had a look of simmering annoyance when your name was spoken near him. You took his reactions in stride and left him alone for the most part. Not everyone was going to like you. Damned if you didn't throw a little bit of yourself Bret's way occasionally to gauge his reaction, though. His beautiful brown eyes couldn't help but to fall to your chest every once in a while. You never seemed to be wearing a bra when that happened. 

After your tryst together you laid on his broad, heaving chest and decided to ruin the moment. 

"I thought you didn't like me."

Bret's huge hand raised up from the bed. You placed your own hand palm side to his. His fingers pushed your hand into a fist which he then covered with his own completely. You didn't realize how physically imposing he was until this moment of intimacy. The man simply took up space. 

"That's exactly what I wanted you to think." 

Your eyebrows raised as you lifted up to straddle his body. He looked up at you with a smugness that got you turned on all over again. Your hands ran up and down his chest while he continued to speak.

"I would've flirted with you too often and gotten myself in trouble."

You smiled at this reveal. If anything you would've been the one getting yourself in trouble with him. Generally you could keep it cool in the face of lust (and love)… but there was something about Bret that made you feel like a kid with a schoolyard crush all over again. "So instead you pretended you didn't want anything to do with me?"

"You're a smart girl. You're bold too. I had a feeling you'd test the waters one day."

With a light slap against his chest and a kiss pressed to his cheek he rolled you over. You were trapped under him now, his eyes shining into yours. He didn't give you the chance to react to his words as his lips began to move from your ear down to your neck, strands of his brown hair brushing past you and lighting you on fire in their wake. 

Memories of that night returned to you at inopportune moments over the next couple of months. It was hard to focus at the gym when you kept replaying the way Bret said your name while he was inside you. Continuing the charade of feigned irritation toward you was proving to be difficult for him too. How could he pretend that you were a nuisance when every time you looked at him he got so hard it hurt? It got to the point that you both took the risk of sneaking away for little moments together. You two made out like horny teenagers in every dark corner you could find. There were only a handful of times you thought you'd get caught and once was almost by Mr. McMahon himself. It wasn't enough to dissuade either of you. Some professionals you were. You were each other's one weakness. 

The problems really started when you two left hickeys on each other's necks. 

What an amateur move that was!

The heat of the moment was just too much to handle. The thrill of getting exposed was making you two not think straight. You could come up with all the excuses in the world but what's done was done. Now you and Bret both sported big purple hickeys for the world to see. How were you going to explain that matching set to everyone?

To be fair, Bret started it! There was just something about the expanse of skin on your neck that made him want to keep his lips on it whenever possible. He was being such an asshole that night. Whispering the dirtiest words you had ever had the pleasure of hearing in your life, he stood behind you while you looked at yourself in the hotel mirror. Your hands stopped trying to fix your hair as you felt him approach you. 

"You can't go out tonight, not until I make you come again." He whispered into your ear and immediately you were wet. You wondered why you even bothered wearing panties around him sometimes. 

You stared at him through the mirror. The slight pain of a hickey was always so much fun. He latched on you the same way a vampire latched onto his victim. The thought of Bret in comically bad vampire teeth was funny enough for you to mentally file away for later when you needed a pick-me-up. 

"You're not the boss of me." You hoped you could keep up the brat act for longer than usual and finally win this game of--

You were shocked out of your thoughts by how loud your moan was. Focusing on the reflection in the mirror once again somehow Bret had managed to sneak his hand under the seat of your underwear. It's not like there was much to the skimpy fabric. He could have ripped it away with little force. The thought of doing so crossed his mind and burned bright. He could imagine you going wide eyed at the sudden roughness of the gesture. Instead though, he restrained himself. You could have just as easily gotten pissed at him too. 

The hickey he left began to hurt more than anything. As soon as it approached becoming unbearable, the pads of his fingers grazed over your clit. His own hardness pressed into your backside with an urgency. You were already so wet for him and he'd barely touched you. It was little things that made these risks worth taking. Your eyelids fluttered at the lazy swirling motions across your most sensitive spot. He liked seeing you slowly come undone because of him. 

Bret no longer had to imagine that look of surprise on your face he desperately needed to see. He decided to go all in and rip your panties off of you, the fabric of them falling onto the floor abruptly. 

"What's gotten into you?" You breathed at him. One of his large fingers was inside you now, slowly moving in and out. Your muscles twitched at the sensation. He could be such a tease sometimes. 

You didn't receive an answer to your question. You did, however, feel Bret's free hand reach up to your jaw. He moved your head to look straight into the mirror at you while he held you to him. How lewd you looked, hair a mess and panting away while Bret fingered you. He wanted you to see just what he could do to you. You were happy you were in a hotel room instead of a dark corridor or dressing room so you whimper and moan as loud as you wanted. Bret's grip on your jaw was tight. He didn't want you to miss the show. 

Finally he released himself from the hickey. In the back of your mind you hoped it wouldn't look quite as bad as it felt. The dull ache seemed to spread and pump in time with your own raised heartbeat. Bret pushed another finger into you and your eyes squeezed shut at the pleasure. 

"We're not standing in the mirror for nothing. Open your eyes and see how pretty you look." He was starting to get close himself just from the way you were writhing against him. With a superhuman amount of effort your eyes opened again to meet his in the mirror. The hand he'd placed on your jaw was now on your neck, his thumb rubbing lightly against the hickey he'd just left. He barely put any pressure into his grip as your orgasm took over you.

His name came out of you in chants and breathless pleas. Your knees buckled below you causing you to almost collapse right onto the floor. Bret's arms wrapped around your waist before you could fully fall down. There were a lot of words running through your mind that just couldn't form themselves into proper sentences. One thing did peek its way through -- you had to return the favor. 

You turned to face Bret, pressing your head against his chest. You had to catch your breath. His own heart was beating fast at the heat of you against him. Your eyes blinked up at him innocently. You hoped they didn't betray you by showing him how much lust you were truly filled with. Just as he was about to speak, most likely to make a joke about you still going out for the night, his voice was cut off by his own strangled groan. You tugged his pants down and shoved a hand into his boxers. Bret began to stumble backwards towards the bed at the feeling of your hand wrapped around him, stroking his length in the deliberate way you knew he liked. Your hand moved in a twisting motion from the base to the tip of him, his pre-come giving you what you needed to stroke at the perfect pace. Now you were the one in charge. 

Bret collapsed on the bed. He was happy he'd managed to shake your hand off him as he sat. He wasn't trying to and definitely wasn't going to waste his orgasm on an (admittedly very good) handjob. No, your pussy was too good for that. He had to have his release inside you. 

His wish was coming true. You hastily pulled his boxers down and straddled him. His arms wrapped around your waist again and he lifted you up off the bed, ankles locking behind him so you wouldn't fall from his grasp. So much for being in control. 

"Sit against the headboard."

"Nah. I think I like having you in the air like this. I can keep a better eye on you."

"Suit yourself," You said with a smile. "Don't blame me when your legs give out and we both hit the floor too hard. You know you start to shake when you come."

It was true. He'd feel pretty embarrassed if he fell. Knowing you were right but not wanting to admit it, you came along with him as he moved pillows out of the way and sat against the headboard. You were back straddling him with full control of your body. The lustful look you were trying so hard to conceal was very present on your face. Bret had noticed you giving him that same look at sneaky and inconvenient moments for him. It never failed to make him hard. He once almost dared to take you right there backstage after you told him just how good he was after a match, that same look on your face.

"You're so good, Bret. So good…" You whispered. You had begun to grind against him. Even with it being torture for you, you knew how crazy it must be driving him. Your wetness slicked over his cock. Bret's eyes seemed to glaze over at the tip of him being impatiently placed at your entrance.

You yelped at the feeling of him filling you up, your body pressing into his further and your lips flying to his neck to suck on the skin there. He let you get adjusted to the thickness of his cock. You were frantically alternating from little kisses to lovebites while your walls clenched around him eagerly. You needed him to move! If he didn't start soon the hickey you left on him would be much worse than the one he left on you. 

As if he was reading your mind, Bret thrusted into you. You chose to straddle him in an attempt at making him lose control while you bounced on top of him. You'd really show him! Secretly though you knew that he'd take control and fuck you instead, leaving you grind into him in response to the way he pounded into you. 

His powerful legs gave him the leverage to drive himself into you over and over. Bret was getting a little dizzy from the stimulation on his neck. Your hands tangled in his hair when you lifted up your head to speak to him. 

"How are you so good… every fucking time?" You punctuated your feelings with a whine. That familiar warmth that built up below was arriving again. You returned to the reddening bruise on his neck and began to suck again. 

You were too much for him, in a good way. Everything about you made some kind of switch flip in his mind that made him only able to think of making you come. It was starting to become all encompassing to the point where he really didn't care if you two got caught. You would be worth it. He thought about he'd approach that subject with you to keep himself from painting your insides too early. 

The attempt was futile. His strokes got deeper and slower whenever you pushed back onto him. The final time you did it, you positioned down on him, another orgasm locking you up completely. Your head fell back away from his neck while you moaned. You bounced just a little on him to chase the residual throes of your pleasure. That movement was enough for him to spill inside you, his cock twitching with spurt after spurt. He was glad he was able to wait. The come began to leak out of you almost immediately to your disappointment.

The stimulation was too much for the both of you. Bret raised you off of him and placed you on the bed beside you gently. The only sounds in the room were the two of you trying to catch your breath. You both stared up at the ceiling with all kinds of thoughts in your mind.  You had to get up and use the bathroom, take a shower, get a glass of water, figure out your outfit for tomorrow… 

You awoke with a start the next morning. Bright light streamed into the room pleasantly. It was going to be a warm day. The lack of warmth in the bed showed that Bret was no longer lying next to you. You scratched your head in confusion then noticed something was scribbled on the bedside notepad. 

"You're in for a surprise…" The note said. Knowing him you were sure it wasn't going to be a fun surprise. Bret loved leaving cryptic notes around you just had to figure out on your own. 

Climbing out of the bed you shuffled into the bathroom to get ready for the day. It took you a few seconds to notice the surprise he was talking about. Right there, plain as day, was a gigantic bruise right at the base of your neck. It was going to be a bitch to cover up. You weren't even sure you had enough concealer to do the job! You groaned with annoyance and decided to step in the shower, stewing in your feelings the entire time. 

The door of the room opened as you stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a fluffy towel. Bret had a plastic convenience store hanging by his side. You decided to forgo the towel and tossed it onto the bed, leaving you bare in front of him. 

"Are you trying to kill me?" He teased. 

"Me?! What about you, Dracula?" You angrily pointed towards the hickey. The effect of anger was kind of lost on Bret considering you were naked and partially dripping wet. 

Bret pulled the collar of his shirt to the side. He was also sporting an angry looking bruise. Embarrassment wasn't a strong enough word for how you felt. When he let go of his shirt the purpleish edges of the hickey still creeped past the collar. He really went to the store with it showing to the world. Something about you marking him as yours, him marking you as his, was very, very sexy. And kind of sweet. 

"If I'm Dracula what does that make you?"

"A fool who spoke too soon. I can't believe you actually walked around outside with that giant hickey on your neck."

Bret shrugged. "Well I had to get these for us." Bret reached into the bag and pulled out two tubes of concealer. "The girl at the store giggled when I asked where it was." 

You laughed at him too, softly and with appreciation in your voice.

---

"Do you wanna come to my room and watch your favorite scary movie with me?" You gave up on the Ghostface voice halfway through your invitation. Playing with lines from Scream was becoming a little game between the two of you. 

"Sure, as long as I get to be the one that does the stabbing."

"Ew, that was corny." You rolled your eyes at him but laughed as he grabbed you into a hug backstage. It turned out that you two both sucked at applying concealer because everyone could tell that you two both had spent the night together. From the way you avoided each other that fateful day, they assumed you'd been sleeping together for a little while. The other wrestlers ribbed the both of you about your relationship, peppering in statements like:

Oh, I knew the whole time. 

Who were you fooling?

I'm telling on you to Vince!

Somehow Vince was the last to know. When he finally found out by seeing you two hug, he was more upset that he couldn't figure it out before that moment then he was about the actual relationship. The bubble had popped on your secret. You didn't have to hide any more. 

"Now we don't have to worry about the concealer any more." Bret said in a voice low enough for only you to hear. You smiled and kissed his cheek, no longer worried about the consequences of you being together.

[rainchyna]

okie okie it must be requested, bret hart x reader x hbk. Can you imagine being fought over these two hunks in the 90s? CAN YOU IMAGINE THE INTENSE SEX? 😩

im going to scream, you don't understand-

-- shawn has had his eyes on you since you joined the company, you had quickly became one of the hottest and most talented stars vince had hired and you quickly became the only one he wants.

-- however, shawn wasn't the only who had an interest in you, bret had been laying it on pretty thick that he wanted you or to be close to you. he'd seen you around you people he's close to and they seemed to be happy about you.

-- bret realized very fast that shawn wanted you too, all the obnoxious flirting, the pick up lines, the attempts to convince vince to make you his love interest. classic shawn michaels. shawn could also tell that bret had eyes on you, all the sweet, lovey-dovey nicknames, the silent glances, he just knew.

-- now, you weren't stupid, you could tell they both were off of their feet for you. so why not have fun with it.

-- you'd flirt with bret in general, but specifically Infront of shawn because shawn looks like he's about to blow steam out his ears. bret getting jealous was a sight to see, shawn was quite touchy with you, whenever you were around there was always a hand around your waist. bret would immediately sweep into the conversation or whatever was happening to be close to you, and just because he can, to piss shawn off.

-- you and bret were hanging out in your locker room when things got a little heated. it ended with you on his lap, hands tangled in each others hair, making out for god knows how long.

-- later that day, even the blind can tell that something happened between you and bret. shawn could see it too, and was he livid. you? and bret? seriously the most unfunny joke.

-- something about seeing shawn all pissed off was a little funny to you. like wow ur mad mad huh

-- on a random night, the roster was celebrating something, you couldn’t even remember what it was. all you could think about was how this night will end. shawn had you on his lap, arms wrapped tightly around your waist. crazy, because bret was barely one or two meters away from you. shawn knew what he was doing, you knew what he was doing and so did bret.

-- shawn held up a glass of cherry vodka to your lips, gently holding your jaw as the drink rushed down your throat. “good girl” he whispered before beginning to kiss your neck. he locked eyes with bret as he began to kiss your shoulder, your head thrown back on his shoulder.

-- and oh boy, was bret pissed. how fucking dare shawn touch his girl who wasn’t his girl right in front of him? publicly too? the ghetto bret was on the verge of flipping the chair he was on, choosing to leave the room instead of picking a fight.

-- needless to say, while you woke up in shawn’s arms the next morning, bret couldn’t sleep because of your noises that night. he was the room next door.

-- you knew what you were doing too, but hey, not like anyone in your position would mind being fought over by two hot men who were wrapped around your finger. you could have both shawn and bret on their knees if you wanted.

-- shawn would always fuck you in his dressing room, especially in front of the mirror. something about seeing your body covered in hickeys and bite marks that he gave you was so fucking hot to him. he’d even go as far as shaping a letter ‘S’ on the side of your neck.

-- and when bret saw it, yikes. he put his own letters ‘B’ and ‘H’ in both of your inner thighs so that if shawn decided to go down on you that week, it’d be his reminder that you’re not his.

-- the situation ended up boiling over, and you had a threesome. they still fought, fought over who can please you most, who can make you cum harder, who leaves the darkest hickey, who makes you scream louder. (CAN YOU IMAGINE)

-- “if you two are good for me, i’ll let you share” shawn knees almost gave out at the thought of being good for you, and bret never realized that he had a submissive bone in his body until you said that.

-- you wouldn’t be able to walk properly after being with shawn, and you weren’t able to wear revealing gear with bret. it was either one or the other.

-- something that shawn was proud of was how sometimes he’d pass by you, knowing that his cum was dripping down your legs and that you could barely stand still while talking to bret.

-- bret, on the other hand, would always, always leave his hand print on your ass and around your throat, knowing how much that pisses shawn off

-- it’s a fun time for the three of you, but the boys will never admit it.

[windhamsrotunda]

I Only Have Eyes For You - Bret Hart

Pairings: 90s!Bret ''The Hitman'' Hart x Female! Reader

Summary: (Based off of the song ''I Only Have Eyes For You'' by The Flamingos). Bret only has eyes for you, and you know it's true. After a year of not being able to see him due to traveling, Bret comes home unexpectedly and surprises you.

Warnings: Mainly fluff, Little smut, Bret being a supportive and kind boyfriend, it just gets fluffy and SOMEWHAT smutty, just a fair warning there. male! receiving. (18+ Readers Only, Please!)

Requested by: No One (this is for the 500 followers celebration, cause I hit 500 followers! <3)

Word Count: 1.4k

It has been at least a year since you have last seen your boyfriend, Bret. You have been missing him ever since he left to travel around the world, signing autographs, thousands of fans screaming his name across the nation — you just missed him. Every second, every minute, every hour, everyday.

He was the sweetest and kindest boyfriend you'd ever ask for out of a guy, and that guy was Bret Hart. He would usually call you in the middle of the night every other night, just to tell you that he’s safe. His voice was so soothing, you could get lost in it only by listening to him talk for hours. You missed him as a whole, but you knew one day he would be back with you in his strong and muscular arms again.

You skimmed through photographs of you and him, one of those photographs being placed into a memory book, where he kissed you on the cheek with his arms wrapped around you at a carnival. What a distant feeling. You thought. You held back tears from forming and dropping onto one of the fresh polaroids placed into the memory scrapbook of you and Bret, but goddamn it you missed him.

You could say how much you miss him like a broken record over and over again, but it doesn’t change how you feel towards him. Your love for Bret was angelic, and kind-spirited, it was so ridiculous to the point where you would talk to your friends about your boyfriend and how much he meant to you. Of course, you knew Bret since you two were in middle school, it has been so long. A year has felt like eternity, your heart began to break because you wanted to see him. No one could ever know how you were feeling, the desire of wanting to hug him one last time, or more.

A few hours had passed, you were home alone on a Wednesday afternoon. Cuddled up in a gray blanket, you heard the rain bellow down onto the rooftop as you drifted off to sleep.

‘’Y/N? Are you home?’’ A familiar presence made its way into the doorway of your home. No, it can’t be.

Your eyes popped right open, you jumped up and saw a shadow lurking in the corner of the living room.

‘’Bret?’’

‘’BRET!’’ You ran as fast as you could towards your boyfriend, his arms wide open for a familiar hug, a hug you haven’t felt in over a year.

Tears of mixed emotions formed in the creases of your eyes, your face buried in the crook of your boyfriend’s neck, he hugged you tightly.

‘’Did you miss me? ‘Cause I know I missed you,’’ He whispered soothingly, his hands resting on your back, rubbing.

‘’Y-you have no idea, Bret… I-I missed you a lot. More than you’ll ever know.’’ You answered, fighting back so many mixed emotions, your head was spinning, it felt like eternity since you last saw him.

‘’Shh, it’s okay. I understand baby, I missed you more. I’m so sorry for leaving you after all of this time, I feel like a jerk—’’ You pressed a finger upon Bret’s lips, your eyes glistened with his.

‘’Please don’t ever feel like you’re a jerk, because you aren’t. I just missed you. Your hugs, your smiling face, your presence.’’ You spoke, he wiped your tears away with his thumb.

‘’You know what I have missed?’’ He asked you, eyes boring into your’s.

‘’What?’’

‘’This.’’

Bret pulled you into this strong embrace, and kissed you deeply. His lips were sealed onto yours, oh how you missed him. You melted into his arms, such a familiar feeling.

He guided you into a near wall, with your lips never breaking apart. He knew all of your weak spots, and how to make you feel good. But this was the best feeling in the world, with his hands cupping your bottom, lifting you up to support your body weight against a wall felt like ‘’heaven and i’d die for it’’ feeling. His lips attached onto your earlobe, sending dead cold shivers down your spine. Bret chuckled,

‘’I missed your body touching against mine, not only that, but I missed how well my baby girl behaves for me,’’ Hearing those words made you blush a heavy pink, you were dumbfounded and so in love with him, that cute asshole.

‘’I— I missed you more,’’ You mouthed, trying to get the right words out so you can prevent yourself from being embarrassed. But it was too late for that.

‘’Aww, are you lost, baby girl? I’ll make your clueless mind less worrisome.’’ He teased, his voice deep in anticipation.

You crossed your legs to prevent yourself from making your ‘’oh my god, he just made me weak all over and he probably knows it’’ feeling from being so obvious. Shit, he knew you so well he could read you like a book.

Bret caressed your cheek, you whimpered, the bare minimum touches he gave you was pleasurable. He didn’t have to lay a finger on you or fuck you dumb to pleasure you, all he did was talk to you nice, that way he could win your heart for good.

‘’Oka-okay. You got me, Bret.’’ You finally gave in, a laugh was heard from The Hitman in response.

‘’Good girl. Now, tell me. Tell me all of your heart's desires.’’ He challenged.

‘’I— Holy shit. I am so nervous, it’s been like a year since we’ve last done this.’’ Your heart beating through the floor, you felt yourself tense up under his touch.

‘’It’s okay, baby. Whatever makes you feel comfortable.’’

Maybe you did want him to continue what he was doing, he gave you a sly smile and placed his hands onto your’s. You couldn’t admit it, you were out of it, shit, come on Y/N, think.

‘’I-I need a minute.’’ You stepped back, and ran into the bathroom.

Your legs shook, you cupped yourself and felt the warmth running down your legs, a huge sigh of relief escaped out of you as Bret was waiting in the living room.

‘’How in the hell did he get me this wet—’’ You blushed, and decided to take a quick shower. You texted Bret, who happened to be still waiting in the living room by himself. A door knob turned to the bathroom door, and quickly shut afterwards. A shirt and pants dropped to the floor.

‘’Mind if I join?’’

‘’I don’t mind at all, babe.’’ You said, a smile played upon the face of Bret, and as he stepped in, you kissed him again, but deeper.

The shower continued to run for a few minutes, kissing your thighs, he asked for your approval before doing anything else. He wanted to make love to you in the shower, and so he did.

You tilted your head back, a soft moan slipped past you right as his lips pressed against your garden.

‘’Being so well-behaved for me.’’ He added after another kiss, while he had you under his little finger. You sighed aloud, your fingers crept into his long black hair, tugging slightly onto his hair, a low grunt from him was heard by you.

Knowing he was pleasuring you, you decided on turning the tables by kissing down his chest, going lower as you progressed, and well, you know the rest.

Bret groaned, he held the back of your head while you were softly gagging underneath him. ‘’My god, Y-Y/N. You t-take me so good.’’ He said.

‘’Y/N, I-I’m about t-to’’ He warned, pulling out of your hollowed mouth, releasing. His eyes closed for a brief second, heavy panting heavier than the sound of the shower head spurting down water itself.

‘’You t-take good care of me,’’ You replied, standing up. His arms snaked around your waist, pulling you close to him, wet hair and all.

‘’That’s my job,’’ He smiled brightly.

‘’I love you, Bret.’’

‘’I love you too, Y/N.’’

A/N: Omfg, so this is the first Bret Hart fic I have ever written, and I am kinda proud of how this turned out, I am sorry if the ending was crappy -- but it is 10pm at night. I promised you all a Bret Hart fic, and here it is. Hope you enjoyed <3 (likes, reblogs or any type of feedback are always appreciated!!).

[eyeblackriley]

bret hart’s nose

[hitmanbalor]

stuck in the middle pt. 1

bret hart x f! reader

tw! montreal bs, cussing

the second the monitors were being thrown i knew this wasnt a work of any sort. vince mcmahon just screwed one of his best in ring workers who is to say he wouldnt do it again. i scurried past everyone making my way to the hart locker room. my three kids, rose who was eleven, isaac who was seven and leana who was just shy of turning three, and one of the way.

"did you see that?" owen asked as i walked into as leana ran up to hug me.

"yeah, fucking vince. if he just would've honored his contact. actually, if they can't honor brets i wonder whose they are honoring. my fucking well now ex best friend, shawn michaels?" i rolled my eyes scoffing as i gathered most of our things. "i know im probably asking to much but can you guys watch them while i go find bret? hey! isaac wanna come?" he nodded taking my hand as we left to find his father.

"i see dad." isaac said as he pointed to my husband a few feet away talking to hunter. he seemed pretty pissed and knowing hunter he was trying to feed bret all these bullshit lies.

"give him a second, honey." i said as he started toying with his fingers. soon enough, bret spotted us.

"hey." he said hugging me and isaac. he held isaac between us. "where are the girls? i wanna see them."

"they are patiently waiting with the boys. well maybe not paitently." i finished and bret drew a small tired smile. i knew that it was using all his strength to smile and be kind to his family but if it wasn't for us he wouldn't be this calm. isaac gripped onto bret as we walked back to the locker room.

we eventually got back to the locker room as bret basically ignored all the people that were backstage and solely focused on getting out of here and spend some genuine time with his family.

"wait!" we got stopped opening the door but owen. "shawn is in here. did you want me to take the kids?"

"no, it's fine. here isaac, go with uncle owen and the girls okay. we will only be a second." bret said as he sat the boy down on the ground him going into the room. shortly after shawn waltzed out.

"come on let's get away from the kids." i said as the men followed me down the hallway as i rested on a crate. as the two men stood infront of me.

"look, bret. i had nothing to do with that." he said solely looking at bret not meeting my eyes. bret stood quietly looking over at me.

"shawn, i don't give a shit about who was in on it or not. i just want to know why you had to cause a rift. both of you." i pointed my finger.

"i never meant too." shawn said looking down. "my own ego got in the way, yn. i shouldn't have of acted that way towards you, bret."

"yn, if i look at him, i will punch him." bret said looking into my eyes as shawn looked over at me. i looked over at shawn.

"please go, shawn. ill talk to you whenever." bret looked over at me solemnly. i hopped down from the crate and brought him into my arms. he was sweating and still in his gear. i embraced him for some time and he finally gathered himself.

"im going to go shower." bret said as i took his hand. we made it to the locker room to meet vince mcmahon. bret shook his head.

"vince my kids are here. my wife is here. please leave." vince didn't budge as bret stood in front of him.

"owen, let's go and find the rest of the boys. come on leana, let daddy shower." i picked my youngest up as my older two walked with their uncle as we tried to find brian, davey, and jim.

[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. 

~ ~ ~ 

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.

~ ~ ~ 

“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. 

~ 

[aritamargarita]

GOLDEN || 003

*walks in* heyyy..how y’all doin….i fixed this too. since there’s only three chapters its easy for me to go back and change the layout YIPPEEEE...now i just wanna say i may make a special chapter where [name] goes back to ecw just to fuck around so if y’all have any underrated wrestlers feel free to scream at me to bring them in!!

now i know i was supposed to post a request but it’s just. ITS NOT REASY y’all im sorry it’s coming i swear. bret hart is next then probably undertaker if everything goes well. i been doing my best. did not really like this chapter but i think it’s because i kept reading it over and over.

now watch me do this sick kick flip

YOU’RE STILL PISSED off from Marlena’s attack. You’re starting to get even more pissed because Shawn wasn’t putting you down...this is a rough start, but you’re going to fix things one way or another.

BACKSTAGE // 7:57 PM

You needed to find Marlena. You had to get her back for even thinking that she could get the best of you.

But it’s hard to do that when Shawn tossed you over his shoulder.

Normally, you’d enjoy this, but you were way too pissed off to function. There’s only one way to settle this. Only one way to be released from Shawn’s hold…….

“HELP!” You scream. “D-GENERATION X IS KIDNAPPING ME! THEY’RE TRYING TO GET ME! SHAWN MICHAELS I—“

Shawn just starts laughing at you at first. “JUST KIDDING!” He yells, just so any concerned ears can hear him. “SHE’S JUST BEING DRAMATIC!” He uses his foot to kick open the locker room door.

“Put me down!” You yell, wrangling in Shawn’s grasp. You’re now backstage, but you were about to run away to find Marlena for round two.

“You want me to put you down?” You don’t see it, but Shawn spares a glance at Chyna, motioning his head towards you. “Fine, then. Next time, try to behave. Or else I’ll have to spank ya’!” He does, setting you down onto the ground.

It takes a moment for you to regain balance, but you pull it together. “Thank you!” You sigh out in exasperation.

You take one look around the room with a nod……before turning on your heel and making a run for it out of there. 

Chyna moves quickly, reaching out to you in an attempt to grab the back of your shirt. She catches your collar, but accidentally jams her nail into your back while doing so.

Both of you yelp in pain. That shit really hurt!

“Ha! I knew she’d do that.” Shawn snaps his fingers. “Hunter, told you I was clairvoyant.”

“…I kinda believe you.” Hunter responds, actually swayed that his friend might be psychic.

“Anyone could’ve seen it from a mile away.” Chyna says, rolling her eyes. She, on the other hand, wasn’t swayed at all. They’re just stupid. She adjusts her grip on you and instead wraps her arm around your neck.

You were kind of scared. Hopefully, she wouldn’t choke you out. Jeez.

“Oooh, you smell really nice.” You comment with a smile. You could’ve swore she mumbled a ‘thanks’, but you weren’t entirely sure. “What is that, vanilla?”

The man in the tuxedo steps forward, clearing his throat and capturing everyone’s attention. “Let’s focus, here. I’m sure you know everyone in the room, [Name]. Except for me. My name is Rick Rude. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He holds his hand out for you to shake.

You try turning your head at an awkward angle to expectantly stare at Chyna for a moment and she looks at you.

Sighing, she adjusts her hold to be a little lighter so you can shake his hand, but she goes right back to putting her arm around your neck after you do so.

“Raaaaaavishing Rick Rude, mind you!” Shawn elongates the vowel for dramatic effect.

“I knew you looked familiar!” You chime, pointing a finger at him with a smile. “You wanted to fuck with Shane Douglas! And didn’t you spank Francine?”

Rick chuckles. “Yep. That’s correct. But those days are going to be long behind me. I’ve become an insurance policy for this group, if you will. We’d like you to stay back and listen before you run away.”

You’re willing to listen, but as long as you get to Marlena in one piece. You’ll play their game for now. It’s not like you can go anywhere. “What is it? I promise I won’t run away. Please let me go, Chyna.”

“…Fine.” Chyna relents, letting you free but still backing up to guard the door so you couldn’t run.

He looks around the room for a second before turning back to you. “We want you to join D-Generation X. Creative gave us the go ahead.”

For some reason, it didn’t come as a big shock to you. You figured something would be up, especially since they dragged you all the way back here.

“Yeah, yeah, okay, I’ll join.” You agree, waving your hand. “I’m in….”

Hunter comes over and pats your shoulder with a grin. “Easier than I thought. Our first initiation process is for you to show us the goods.” He lifts his shirt up slightly to insinuate he wanted you to take yours off. “You know. The goods.”

……Wait, what?

“Show off the goods?” You repeat, looking around the room. “Did everyone have to do that here??” You weren’t entirely convinced, but now you were having ECW flashbacks.

“No.” Chyna cuts in. Thank god for Chyna! “They just think you’re an easy target.” If they tried doing that again, she’d knock them upside their head. At this rate, they were going to scare you off.

She’s not quite ready to admit it, but she’s thrilled there’d be another woman in this group.

To be honest, you liked Chyna. She was really serious but she seems really sweet under all of that armor she had up. You wonder if you could get her to go to the nail salon with you.

“Damn. It was worth a try.” Shawn mumbles, snapping his fingers. Those two definitely planned this before hand, tsk.

“Wonderful news!” Rick smiled at you, then slams his briefcase onto a table. “I’ve got papers for you to sign.” And boy, was it a lot of papers to sign. It was like you’re in college all over again.

What the hell did you just get yourself into?

BACKSTAGE // 8:10 PM

You never hated paperwork as much as you did right now. Even signing a contract for the WWF wasn’t that much. Rick Rude had you sign a surmount of papers. It got to the point where you didn’t even care, you were signing away. 

You wonder if you accidentally signed most of your estate to him because you weren’t paying attention. Oh well. It is what it is. If you get hurt or maybe even get hit by a bus, you’d probably get money for it! 

The more you’re backstage, the more you think about how things worked around here. Even just being by the ring, you got a general idea of how things were set up.

ECW had always been disorganized. Whenever it came to matches, there’d be a lot of people in the ring at one time, causing a lot of confusion at first. Most of the wrestlers (yourself included), have found a way to work around it, fortunately.

What you couldn’t find a way to work around was the fact your check would bounce every time you’d receive one in the mail. You hated that the most about working for ECW, so you hope WWF would pull it together.

The people were great, but you’ve got bills to pay. And clothes to buy.

D-Generation X had finally let you go, so you decided to wander around the halls. After what’s happened, you’ve lost most of your energy to even try and find Marlena. You’ll wait until she either comes to you or you come across her by coincidence.

It’s not worth the effort. Signing all those papers tired you out. It didn’t help that Shawn had been throwing crumbled up pieces of paper at the back of your head. Hunter thought it was absolutely hilarious too. Whatever.

You’re bored. Very, very bored.

They didn’t have anything for you to do yet. No gimmick, no interference besides the small appearance you did earlier. You’d rather watch paint dry than stick around. It’s probably best to call it a night and go back to the hotel.

You run a hand over your face. Yeah, you could definitely take a nap right about now. As you’re just sorting through your thoughts without a care in the world, you bump into a hard structure.

Luckily, it wasn’t some sort of foreign object! It was a person. Some guy who had his back turned to you!

Oh, no, nevermind. That makes it worse.

“Excuse me, I’m sorry.” You quickly apologize. “I just wanted to pass by.”

The man turns over to you, lightly brushing his hands on your elbows to sturdy you. “Hey, it’s fine.” He says. “As long as you didn’t fall over.”

You finally get a good look at him and..oh no. He’s pink. And he’s wearing sunglasses inside. But he’s pink. Shawn told you not to talk to the pink guys.

You walked yourself right into that.

“You look familiar. Do I know you?” He asks.

Well, you made your bed. Now it’s time to lie in it. Shawn was nowhere to be found anyway, so it’s not like he had to know. You just shrug. “Not sure. I’m from ECW. I’m new. I’m [Name], that’s all you need to know.” And with that, you put out your hand to shake.

“Heh. Right to the point, eh? I’m Bret. Bret Hart.” He takes your hand and firmly shakes it. “I actually think I’ve heard of you. One of the guys in the Foundation mentioned you.”

“Seriously? Who?” You ask, letting go of his hand. Could it have been someone you’ve worked with before? You’ve spoke with a lot of wrestlers and it’s hard to memorize most of their names.

“Brian Pillman. Strike any bells?”

Wait! Yes! It did indeed.

“Okay, yes. But I was too scared to even try and talk to him.” It was true. The guy was unhinged and so unpredictable that you had no clue if he’d even try and attack you or not.

In a sick way, you think he had a crush on you, too. He’d follow you around backstage, leave you dead bugs as a “gift”…it was just a whole other can of worms.

While you could definitely hang in the ring with the men……you didn’t want to send him home crying, of course.

“You’ve got it all wrong. He’s a pretty nice guy.” Bret takes off his sunglasses and shoves them into his pocket with a small smile. “You can take my word for it.”

If he’s here, you hope he’d have some change of heart. “You know what? I think I will. And if you’re wrong, I expect lunch.”

“Are you asking me out?” He outright asks. No! No, you weren’t! Shawn told you to not talk to the pink guys. (Which you’ve already failed..) No way. You’re not asking him out at all.

“Not exactly.” You say. “It’s just a deal. Lets say you’re right, I’ll buy you lunch! Fair trade, right?”

“Suppose so.”

You stand there for a little longer before remembering something. “Aren’t you in a match tonight? Against some guy named the Undertaker.”

“Sure am.” He confirms. “You want to come out and watch?”

It’s not like you had anything better to do. But at the same time, would Shawn tear you a new one?

Ah, who cares what he says. He doesn’t run your life, nor can he tell you who to hang with! You don’t even know why you agreed anyway.

Another man comes out of the room to your left, holding a huge Canadian flag. “Hey, bro!” His voice is as cheerful as ever, even bringing a tired smile to your face. “My match is next. You coming out to help?”

“Not tonight. Got my own match to worry about.” Bret responds.

The other guy looks at you curiously, but then looks down to the floor. He then gives you mischievous grin. “Hey, your left shoe is untied.”

“Oops.” You’re just about to lean down and tie it, but you remember…..you literally don’t have a left shoe since Chyna threw it in the crowd! “Very funny. You know, my shoe actually went to updog.”

He’s confused, shaking his head. He’s about to fall into the trap.

“Wait, what’s updog?”

“Nothing much. What’s up with you?” You respond with a smile. Bret snorts and the other guy can only shake his head.

“Okay, that was a good one!” He’s gotta give it to you, he’s never heard of that before. Perhaps you would become a good ally. For future endeavors of course, nothing involving pranking others.

“My name’s Owen. He’s my brother, but I’m the cooler one.”

“[Name].” You shake his hand too. Duly noted that he was the cooler one. “I can see that, I mean, he was wearing shades inside.”

Bret rolls his eyes playfully. “It’s a stylistic choice. You can try them on, if you want to. Check it out for yourself.”

Hell yeah, you wanted to try them on! It was all a facade. You thought it was a teeny tiny bit cool. “Hand em’ over!”

So he does, taking them out of his pockets and placing them into your hands. You do the honors of putting them on your face.

You feel like the whole world has changed. “Woah. It’s kinda dark in here now.”

Before you can say anything else, Shawn’s voice pops up out of nowhere. “Woah, woah, woah, what do we have here?” Did he show up from hell or something?? Was he following you?? What the hell.

“Trying to steal my teammate?” Shawn asks, wrapping his arm around your waist. “Man, never knew you would go so low.”

“Didn’t know she was apart of your little group of degenerates. What’s a pretty girl like this doing with you, Shawn?” Bret questions. “He didn’t pay you or something, did he?”

Should you take offense to that? “No, of course not. Why would he pay me?”

“I mean, someone like you with the likes of him…” He trails off.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Shawn raises an eyebrow and takes his arm off of you. “You got a problem with me?”

Owen sees that this isn’t going to end well. He steps in between them before Shawn could even walk forward. “Hey, hey. Let’s not do this right now.” Normally, he’d find this a bit funny, but he’s got a match in five minutes and he didn’t want to leave you with the carnage.

You’re right with him. You didn’t know why, but the tension between those two was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

“Owen’s right,” You cut in, stepping in front of Shawn. “We could get in trouble if we fight in the hall. And I literally just got hired, so…”

“Tch.” Bret scoffs, his hostility coming to a boiling point. “You’ll be fine. Shawn here has Vince McMahon just wrapped around his finger. You could trash the place if you wanted to. As long as he’s around, believe me, you’ll keep a job.”

“We’re leaving.” Shawn abruptly says, taking you by the shoulders and leading you down the opposite side of the hall.

“Don’t guide me!” You complain. “I can walk fine by myself. What’s your deal anyway? Why’re you acting like that?”

“Because he’s just bitter.” He grumbled his answer. His behavior was a complete 360° from how he was earlier. You didn’t like it one bit. “I tell you not to talk to those guys, and what do you do? You go and talk to those assholes!”

You hold up a hand. “First, you better lower your tone. If you have any sense, then we’d go about this a mature way…”

Shawn’s not used to getting any backtalk from others, so he hesitated before speaking. “….I wouldn’t be getting loud if you just listened to what I said in the first place.”

You’re starting to get irritated with him. Yeah, he’s hot and all. Earlier you had no qualms with whatever he said, but his attitude is starting to bring you back to reality. “What do you care?? When is it ever that serious??”

“Because I asked you to! Isn’t that enough?”

“No! You sound stupid!” You stop walking, throwing your arms out. “Who do you think you are, telling me what to do like you own me?”

“You—It’s—“

You weren’t going to let him get a word out just yet. “You need me more than I need you guys, I promise that. I’m going to do what I want. If you trust me, you’d let me—“

It’s his turn to cut you off. “Alright, alright, you win.” He throws his hands up. You figure he doesn’t want to argue anymore and neither do you.

Hopefully you two have come to an understanding.

“You can do whatever you want. Just...be careful, I don’t want them to try and steal you away from us already.”

There it is. The truth. Or at least you think it is.

“No one’s going to steal me from anyone.” You say. “You’re worrying for no reason. I don’t want to go anywhere else right now. I’ll stay with you guys. Don’t have to throw a temper tantrum!”

Shawn seems to lighten up a bit. “Good, but it looked like you were the one who was going to have a temper tantrum.”

Be so fucking for real…

“Yeah, okay.” You just go along with it. Shawn swings his arm around your shoulder once more. “Damn, why’s it still so dark?!”

“You’ve got these still on.” He takes the sunglasses off of you. “Almost forgot, if you’re stayin’ with us, you’re cool with being in an intergender match next week, right?”

Fantastic.

pillman not being a loose canon in wwf? they are both mistaken. bret setting reader up LOLL. (their interaction will be next chapter i promise!!!!) is simp reader over???!!! had to scream “GIRL GET UP. GIRL GET UP…” cant let a man get the best of you💯‼️ #ispeakreal #talkaboutit #girlbossing101

and i find it hilarious in ecw you could have 1 (one) match going on with just two people then suddenly half the roster comes out like???? WHATS HAPPENING??????? WHERE DO I FOCUS????? watching ecw is like being on lsd

[regalityandcoffee]

Ride With a Stranger: Randall "The Collector" x Bimbo! Reader Headcanons (18+)

(Aka demon Bret x Reader fjekdjsalaak)

Okay, so if you've never watched The Immortal, Bret stars as The Collector, a demon who hunts other demon who try to become good. He's got a terrible Texas accent and a love for coffee.

Warnings: Long asf, reader is kinda dumb (obvi), one night stand (or is it?), oral (to him),swallowing, cowgirl.

♡Enjoy♡

♡☆♡☆☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡

♡ You probably shouldn't have been walking home so late by yourself. It was drizzling, and you didn't exactly live in the best neighborhood. But you had an umbrella, your mace, and could run pretty. You should be fine, right?

♡ You were texting on your phone when a car slid up beside you, right smooth. A pretty, old looking Chevy. You probably should've started running, but then the window rolled down. A big, kind of hairy hand came out and curled it's fingers, beckoning you over.

♡ You waddled over, tugging your dress down as you went. You bent down to look at the driver. You now were face to face with the prettiest DILF you'd ever seen in your life. "Hi!"

♡ "Hey there, sweetheart. What's a pretty little thing like you doing walking in the dead of night?" The mysterious man crooned in a Southern accent. You giggled.

♡ "I'm just walking from work, Sir, I'll be okay..."

♡ "Tsk Tsk. Can't have that, sweetie. Do you think an old gent like me could forgive himself if he let a pretty doll like you fend for himself?"

♡ You thought about it the best you could before shrugging. "I dunno?"

♡ "Come on, I don't bite, dolly. Unless you want me to."

♡ You giggled as he reached out and took your hand, giving the back a kiss.

♡ You shouldn't. But he was so nice...and his voice made your brain feel gooey... and he was so hot...

♡ On the short drive home, you found out the car was a Nova, that he was a bounty hunter, and that his name was Randall. He finds out that you're in your late 20s, manager at the local clothing store, and that your shoes were Tommy Hilfiger and you hoped the rain wouldn't ruin them.

♥︎ You also found out his eyes were big and brown and pretty, his voice was super sexy, and that it felt good to have his big rough hand rub up your thigh...

♡ He gets you home safe and sound, and of course you invite him inside.

♡ "Can I get you anything, Mister? Coffee... some ice cream, pasta... " You asked as you kicked off your shoes nd he kicked off his boots. You looked up at him. He was so tall and big, towering over you.

♡ "Hmm. That's quiet a menu, doll... are you on it too?" He purred in your ear.

♥︎ you giggled as he brought you over to the couch. He sat down, and before he could pull you close, you pushed back the coffee table a bit and kneeled in front of him on the soft pink carpet. He tilted his head as you unzipped his jeans with your pretty manicured hands. A little bit of hip movement helped him to get his jeans low enough to free his pretty dick for you.

♥︎ you felt his girth in your hands. He was so thick... you barely heard Randall's warning to pace yourself as you licked down the side of his cock, feeling a vein against your tongue. You lubed him up with your drool as you moved your hand up and down. You watched as his pretty tip leaked for you, precum dripping down. You gave it a few more pumps before you began to kiss and suck the head of his cock, relishing the praise he gave you as he rocked his hips.

♥︎ "That's it, kitten, you're treating me so good..."

♥︎ Randall's pretty hand combs through your hair and grips it well and tight. You struggle to get your mouth around him. You gag as his dick hits the back of your throat. He strokes your hair and goes slower, and you do your best to continue, feeling his pulse cock twitch in your hand as you licked and kissed and sucked at him.

♥︎ Soon his load was dripping down your chin, and you marveled as his cock was still hard in your hand. You looked up at him with your big pretty eyes and he wiped the corner of your cheek with his thumb.

♥︎ "Poor baby... come on... let me return the favor..." he leaned forward, reaching his hands under you arms to lift you onto his lap with zero effort. He tugged up your dress. "Hmm...should I push these panties to the side or rip 'em off?

♡ You gripped the shoulders of his jean jacket as he gripped your hips, lowering you onto his dick. He stretches you to your limit. He bounces you on his lap and kisses your neck, praising you for taking all of him so well as you moan and whimper for him.

♡ "By the way, doll, I don't remember you throwing me your name."

♡ He makes you cum so hard you almost black out, and carries you to the bedroom to give you another couple rounds. A trip to the bathroom to shower (and to rinse your mouth out) later and you're cuddling against the handsome stranger for the night.

♡ "It's y/n, Sir..."

♡ "Y/n... you wanna see more of me, y/n?"

♡ "Uh huh..."

♡ "Good. You're gonna be seein' a lot more of me, baby..."

♡ You fall asleep your head on his shoulder as he flips through the channels on your tv, his otherhand playing with your hair. Right as you fall asleep, you look up at him, and you swear his eyes looked different. Almost... like they had turned red...

♡ it was probably just the lighting.

♡ he's gone when you wake up. You're alone in your big bed all by yourself. You shrug it off. Maybe he'll call you later! That is, if you remembered to give him your number, which you're pretty sure you didn't. He didn't leave his number either, just a note that read:

♥︎"Call me, and I'll come running"- Randy

♡ You give it a kiss and set it on your dresser, then go to feed your cat. You start your day like normal, you go to work like normal. After your shift is over, you step outside and see a familiar car waiting for you, and a familiar man leaning against it, wearing the same jacket from last night and a new flannel shirt.

♡ "Need a ride, doll?"

♡ from then on your his pretty princess. You mostly see him at night, in the day time he's busy with his "bounty hunter" stuff. But he always comes back eventually. Sometimes Hes there to drive you home, sometimes you're woken up by a tapping on your window. Sometimes he takes you to hang out with his friends... wo are all varying degrees of strange...

♥︎ but he always holds you close, nice and tight. ♥︎

[thatgirl101blog]

Sickness And In Health

Request by anonymous

I stood backstage, my body buzzing with nerves as I prepared for my upcoming match. The crowd's excited cheers filtered through the curtain, adding to the adrenaline coursing through my veins. But something didn't feel right. I could sense it, and so could my husband, Bret.

He had insisted on accompanying me tonight, his worry evident in his eyes. He knew me better than anyone, he could tell when something was off. As we made our way towards the ring, his hand tightly clasping mine, I felt comforted by his presence.

The match began, and I gave it my all, pushing through the discomfort that had been nagging at the edges of my consciousness. But halfway through, everything went black. I woke up to the sound of Bret's panicked voice calling my name. Opening my eyes, I found myself lying in the middle of the ring, surrounded by concerned faces.

Bret's voice was filled with fear as he knelt beside me, his eyes searching mine for answers. "Are you okay? What happened?" His words were laced with worry and love, his hand tenderly brushing against my cheek.

"I don't know," I managed to whisper, my voice weak. Bret's arms gently lifted me off the mat, carrying me in his strong embrace as he rushed backstage, the entire Hart Foundation following closely behind.

Once we reached our private dressing room, Bret placed me on the couch, his touch never leaving me. Concern etched deep lines on the faces of our friends, their worried expressions mirroring Bret's own.

The moments that followed were a blur of anxious inquiries and hushed voices. Bret refused to leave my side, his hand firmly clasping mine as he whispered words of reassurance and love. The support from the Hart Foundation family surrounded me, their familiar faces offering comfort in this uncertain moment.

Time seemed to stretch as I lay there, the room filled with a mixture of worry and hope. And then, gradually, I began to regain consciousness. Bret's face came into focus, his eyes filled with relief as he squeezed my hand gently.

"You scared me," he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of emotions. "I was so worried. Are you feeling better?"

A weak smile tugged at my lips as I nodded, gratitude welling up within me for the love and care he had shown. "Yes, I am. And it's all thanks to you."

Bret's embrace tightened around me, and in that moment, I knew that no matter what challenges we faced, we would always be there for each other. My heart was filled with gratitude for the man who loved me unconditionally, both inside and outside the ring. Together, we would conquer anything that came our way.

[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!"

[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.

[hartbreak-motel]

Imagine it's WWF in late 1997/early 1998 and the greatest era in wrestling history is about to take off. They lose some of their biggest stars like Bret Hart, Shawn Michaels, Razor Ramon, and Diesel for various reasons but they still have a stacked card of wrestlers who are ready to take the torch. Instead of pulling the trigger and giving Stone Cold Steve Austin, The Rock, Mick Foley, and Triple H their chance to shine, WWF just decides "LETS BRING BACK THE HULKSTER"

[windhamsrotunda]

***windhamrotunda's most popular fics masterlist***

author's note: I promised you all a most popular fics masterslist, so here it is. Please note that there are a few smut fics in here, so the "*" symbol after the link will be marked as nsfw! There will be the names of the characters right before the link. Also, if you have any questions / or just want to show your support (reblogs help a lot but I don't mind the likes!), that would be great! P.S. let me know in a dm if the links do not end up working and I will get right to fixing this post! - shar?

RHEA RIPLEY

https://windhamsrotunda.tumblr.com/post/713885490460459008/rhea-ripley-x-female-reader-fluff-headcannon

EDGE / CHRISTIAN CAGE FICS | HEADCANONS (MOSTLY SMUT!!)

https://windhamsrotunda.tumblr.com/post/691686296826052609/only-hell-comes *

https://windhamsrotunda.tumblr.com/post/706662486289563648/pairing-christian-cage-x-female-reader-in-her *

https://windhamsrotunda.tumblr.com/post/697041469565976576/kinktober-day-2-thigh-riding-edge *

https://windhamsrotunda.tumblr.com/post/692599148356239361/pairings-edge-x-female-reader-x-christian *

https://windhamsrotunda.tumblr.com/post/688048831216140288/can-you-do-a-soft-but-dominating-edge-smut *

https://windhamsrotunda.tumblr.com/post/680481982208147456/dream-of-me-edge-wwe-pairings-edge-wwe-x *

https://windhamsrotunda.tumblr.com/post/660447166951800832/the-fault-in-our-rated-r-superstars-an-edge

https://windhamsrotunda.tumblr.com/post/706403894426845184/pacify-her-cc

https://windhamsrotunda.tumblr.com/post/684256194092744704/can-you-do-brood-edge-smut-x-reader *

https://windhamsrotunda.tumblr.com/post/680839272661696512/daddy-issues-christian-cage-pairings-christian *

https://windhamsrotunda.tumblr.com/post/660702076523954176/title-the-fault-in-our-rated-r-superstars-part

https://windhamsrotunda.tumblr.com/post/681613545986768896/edge-wwe-short-headcannon *

BRAY WYATT

https://windhamsrotunda.tumblr.com/post/698239409647190016/dont-die-for-me-brother-bray-wyatt

90s! BRET HART

https://windhamsrotunda.tumblr.com/post/685186227378503680/i-only-have-eyes-for-you-bret-hart *

RANDY ORTON

https://windhamsrotunda.tumblr.com/post/678551703051714560/cigarette-daydreams-ro

ROMAN REIGNS FICS | HEADCANONS (THE "*" CONTAINS SMUT!!)

https://windhamsrotunda.tumblr.com/post/658276073142976512/my-boyfriends-back-and-hes-cooler-than-ever *

https://windhamsrotunda.tumblr.com/post/660237165575520256/now-playing-romans-room-roman-reigns *

https://windhamsrotunda.tumblr.com/post/702112416203489280/yours-truly-roman-a-roman-reigns-oneshot *

https://windhamsrotunda.tumblr.com/post/685913142791946240/red-roman-reigns-headcannon-pairing-domroman *

https://windhamsrotunda.tumblr.com/post/649559300566581248/roman-reigns-you-look-even-better-than-the *

https://windhamsrotunda.tumblr.com/post/678567305307996160/acknowledge-the-bloodline-h-e-r-e-i-a-m-c-h

WARDLOW (AEW) FICS | HEADCANON(S)

https://windhamsrotunda.tumblr.com/post/689520309119877120/mr-mayhem-would-like-to-see-you-now-wardlow

https://windhamsrotunda.tumblr.com/post/690238247877640192/short-ass-imagine-i-suddenly-made-up-in-my-head *

CHRIS MOTIONLESS (MIW)

https://windhamsrotunda.tumblr.com/post/688156808176664576/with-those-angel-eyes-chris-m *

https://windhamsrotunda.tumblr.com/post/687458524444409856/car-rides-at-midnight-with-chris-from-love-chris *