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[visionarystoryteller]

Reunited|| Chris Jericho

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X/reader - You

Chris Jericho - Chris Irvine

CW: vulgarity, mentions of genitalia

Side note: so it’s loosely but not loosely based off a dream I had with Jericho. Some parts are fuzzy in my head but the concept of it all is what happened.

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It was a convention of sorts. Wrestlers and boxers and fitness people all involved. Showing talents and outing on shows and demonstrations. You were a personal trainer who had worked with Stephanie McMahon for the last 7 or so years, helping keep her in shape while running a company and having a family. You had been within the WWE a handful or so of times over the last 7 years, talking to different talents that maybe needed something more to their workout. That was how you met Chris Jericho, before his departure. You two had become close and it showed, he showered you with affection any chance he got.

Now here we were, it’s been at least a year since you seen Jericho. You didn’t think much of him being here but when you where in the little room that was held to put your personal belongings, Jillian Micheals, approached you.

“You’re Y/n Y/l/n, I’ve heard so much about you” Jillian had out a hand out to you and you gladly shook it. A girl who was in the room looked at the two of you.

“And youre…” you had blanked on her name. Once she started saying her name it popped onto your younger and you finished her name for her.

“It’s an honor” you had smiled.

“I loved your work within the WWE” you had told her. She smiles and thanked you. You two had talked for a moment, talking about some of the wrestlers that had showed from every type of promotion when a thought popped into your head.

“Wait did you see Jericho by chance?” You had asked. She smiled at you and nodded.

“Yea he was in the merchandising area last I saw” before she could finish, you had booked it out of the room. You flew down the halls looking for Jericho and when you found him and had a huge smile on your face. Jericho was talking to other people when he saw you barreling through but he pretended he didn’t see you. He liked to tease you that way. So there you two were basically playing who could get close when you knocked down a rack of clothes in the set up little shop the convention had. You almost ran away when Chris spoke.

“I know your not gonna leave that there” he chuckles. You turned around embarrassed but shook your head.

“Well no but it got your attention.” You said. You both picked up the rack and when it was upright Jericho looked you over. You have a single second before you jumped into his arms, legs wrapping around his waist.

“Hi” you murmured into his neck, smelling his intoxicating cologne. Jericho pushed your head back from his neck and smiled down at you before he put his lips on yours. The kiss sent you into a tizzy of warmth and when he pulled back that’s when you could hear the others around you. He had walked you outside, gripping your ass as he went, giving small kisses on your face. He slowly put you down and kissed your lips once again before you were called over to help the group of girls that where going to be training outside. He gave you a smirk and smacked your ass, sending you in your way.

When you got outside you heard the girls talking and making snide remarks.

“Probably how she got anywhere, sucking Jericho off” one had whispered.

“I heard they have each others names tattooed on each others assholes” (side note: yes this was said in my dream and it fucked me up so bad) that’s when you saw red. You grabbed the girl by her hair and smashed her face into the steel of the bleachers.

“You wanna keep talking?” You asked harshly. Other girls taunted you saying you couldn’t fight and that you only got where you where because of sucking Jerichos face. By this time Chris had walked out with a few of his buddies and saw you seeing red.

“I can and I will fuck you up. You don’t talk about him or me” and you bashed her face again. You looked at the other girls ready to lunge as some of them still thought it was funny. Chris had rushed over and grabbed you by your waist lifting you up and pulling you away.

“Easy tiger” he spoke softly.

“No, I’m sick of them running their mouths because I look small. I’m fucking trainer for fucks safe doesn’t mean I can’t fight”

“I know love, I know, but she’s already got her head busted open, all done” you huffed and pet yourself relax in his arms, still fuming. His hands slipped up to your cheeks pulling you to look at him.

“What did she even say that made you switch so quick to fight mode”

“Saying I got here cause I suck you off and that we have each others names tattooed on each others assholes” the last part really sent him into a fit of chuckles, burying his face in your neck.

“Nope it’s on your right asscheek” he whispers and squeezes your ass. You smacked his arm whining.

“Chris shut up” you whined. He smiled down at you.

“God it’s so good to see you again” he spoke after a few minutes of silence and him holding you.

“Yea it is.” You spoke softly. You had missed him. You two had thought about a relationship over the course of the years but never really labeled it. You two definitely fucked with each other, and yes you had his name tattooed on your right ass cheek, a drunken dare that led to him pounding you into the hotel bed not even 2 hours after.

“I can’t go another year not seeing you” you muttered quietly. He lifted your face up to look at him. His age starting to peek through his handsome face. You’d had to be blind to see he was 30 years your senior, but he was still as spry as his 20’s, making you perfect to keep him feeling alive.

“I know baby. I can’t either.” He spoke quietly. You nodded at him.

“You’re mine, even your ass says so”

“And your mine” you spoke back.

“I mean it. No more games I need you by my side” he said kissing your forehead holding you close. You smiled and hugged him with all your might.

[nevereverafter45]

Never Ever After Masterlist

Pinterest

Playlists

More will be added once I find all my old google docs

Seth Rollins

Stronger Than Yesterday

Roman Reigns

I'm Yours

Dean Ambrose

Live Fast Die Beautiful

Drew McIntyre-

Trio of Angels

Shane McMahon

One For The Money (also a Randy Orton story)

John Cena

Never Ever After

Chris Jericho

Another Trip Around

Christian Cage-

State of Affair

The Miz/ John Morrison

Lessons That Are Meant To Be Learned

[mjfsupremacy]

Saying "Hi Barbie!" To AEW wrestlers Part Two

This is Fun (very proud of 'Salutations Barbara', fyi)

Chris Jericho

Y/N: "Hi Barbie!"

Jericho: "I'm a wizard YOU IDIOT!" *Throws fireball*

Ricky Starks

Y/N: "Hi Barbie!"

Ricky: "Hi Barbie!"

Darby Allin

Y/N: "Hi Barbie!"

Darby: *smiles genuinely* "I hope you have a swift death, my dude."

FTR

Y/N: "Hi Barbie!"

Cash: "Hi Barbie."

Dax: "Y'know, my daughter loves Barbie. Have I told you about my daughter? Well see-"

Hook

Y/N: "Hi Barbie!"

Hook: *grunts* *offers a fist bump*

CM Punk

Y/N: "Hi Barbie!"

Punk: "Hi Ken!"

The House of Black

Y/N: "Hi Barbies!"

Malakai: *nods once solemnly*

Buddy: *nods once solemnly*

Brody: *grins*

Julia: *whispers* "Hi Barbie!"

bonus:

MJF (again)

Y/N: "Hi Barbie!"

MJF: "DIE"

[lovethathookhausen730]

Starting y'all's day with a close up photos of Hook, Jericho & Big Bill with a bonus photo of The Lads

Happy Friday Y'all🥰

📸: sashshots/Bowens_Official

[aritamargarita]

ATTITUDE || 021

heyyy here's an attitude for you..id just like to issue an apology LOL. see what had happened was i lost my inspo and was like "ah fuck it" then i came back and rewrote it then i was like "ah fuck it" again.

writer's block can be pretty demotivating (well of course it is lol!!) but i just didnt wanna do anything at all booo. :(

this is 50/50 kayfabe again...i never found a common ground. segments and shit you know?? as i said this is a bit short so stay tuned for more. Just LET ME COOK GUYS.

YOU JUST CAN’T believe Jeff found you in the locker room. The audacity he even has to show up! Well, you’re going to try and give him a piece of your mind anyway.

At Jeff’s request, Debra nodded. “Yes. I’ll step out for a bit.” She gives you one last look before she made her way out of the room, closing the door behind her.

You wait for a minute, making sure that she’s truly gone before speaking.

“…I am one second from strangling you in this very room.” You warn. Jeff’s starting to feel nervous again. Was this really a good decision? Probably not. He can tell that you’re incredibly volatile. This is way too tense. “You know, no one can hear you scream.”

Truth be told, Jeff couldn’t even remember he’s been in a situation like this. Hell, he’s not even sure if he’s had one. He chuckled nervously. “I-I’m sure.”

You’re waiting for him to say something else, but it seems like he’s gone silent for the time being. “I thought you were going to talk to me?”

“I was. I’m just not sure what to say.” Jeff admits. He feels like he’s walking on eggshells, and the moment he doesn’t answer or even ask a question in the way you wanted, he feels like you’ll attack at any moment. “And I know ya’ want some answers.”

You do. You really do.

“You just have to understand. Raven’s not good enough for you and you know it.”

Somehow, it’s always the same thing. Every single time. You can’t help but to roll your eyes. You don’t think that’s a good enough excuse for him to have ruined your match.

“Jeff, you say that every time!” You sound incredibly exasperated saying those words and you couldn’t help it. “He is good enough for me, he’s better than you ever could be, too! How could I ever love someone like you?”

Jeff’s pretty much speechless. How could you say those things so easily? It rolled off of your tongue with no issue whatsoever. No stuttering, no unease. Just like that.

“You’ve hurt Lita, someone who’s supposed to be your friend. Hell, you’ve even hurt Matt, your own brother. What’s it to say you can’t hurt me, huh?“

“I wouldn’t hurt you. I wouldn’t hurt you like you hurt me. If we’re talking about hurting people, we need to talk about that stunt you pulled earlier.” He says. “If I give you answers for what I did, you give me answers for what you did.”

And just like that, you already feel stressed out. You can’t help but to put a hand on your forehead. “You’re not going to understand why.”

“Huh, then I guess you won’t understand why I beat the hell out of Raven.” The tone of his voice makes you wince a bit. He sounds annoyed, an emotion you don’t think you’ve heard from him quite yet. “You don’t have a choice but to love me, [Name].”

“I do, and trust me, I wouldn’t pick y—“

He cuts you off, his expression souring. “You’re lying to yourself.”

Then he gets closer, which starts to break down your irritation. “Be honest, you love me. You would’ve loved if we did fuck when we were alone in the medic room and I’m sure you would’ve loved if that happened in the hotel room, too.”

Nevermind. Your irritation shoots up even further. Jeff’s words were coming off aggressive. You’ve never even heard him curse like that before, let alone even say something so vulgar.

“Oh, please!” You exclaim. “You know what I’d love the most right now? If you get the fuck out! Get out! Get out right now! Right now!!”

His words brought you to the edge and you hate how quickly he did that. You will never admit how easy it is for him to get under your skin, whether it be good or bad. Stupid excuses. Then he has the audacity to try and have an attitude about things? Just forget it. No more amends.

He just doesn’t understand. As of right now, everything is his fault!

“[Name], I know you’ve got your issues. But you can’t keep lying to yourself and I can’t keep giving you chances. I’m done being nice.” He reaches out towards you, you know that he wants to touch you, but he settles for just holding your arm. “I’ll make it so that ya’ never forget me. I got suspended for you! Doesn’t that mean anything..? Something for us?”

“You need to understand that there wasn’t ever an us!” You exclaim. He deserved that suspension. Before he could respond, you start to yell that ‘he has my arm!’ and scream in hopes of someone hearing. Your prayers are answered when Debra bursts into the room shortly after.

“What in god’s name is going on in here?!” She exclaims, nearly knocking the door off of its hinges. That woman was truly strong, it almost scares you. She looks in between you two and points a finger at Jeff. “You had better let her go! No funny business or else I’m calling my husband!”

That threat was enough to make Jeff let go and make his way towards the door. He gives you one last look. “Bye, [Name]. I hope you’ll remember what I said.”

“You got here quick..” You turn over to look at Debra.

In return, she gives you a nervous look. “Ha…what? Sweetie, you must be mistaken, I wasn’t nearby at all. It took me a while to get here! I forgot something and it just so happened…I wasn’t listening at all! I respect your privacy!”

If anything, that gave her away the most..

“But um, just one itsy bitsy question for you, dear. What’s this all about the medic?”

BACKSTAGE // 10:15 PM

You feel like you’re dying. You had to take a seat for a second in the hallway.

There’s too much happening right now. You just want to retire back into your hotel room. If you were lucky, no one would bother you for the rest of the night. You could watch sappy soap operas and finally relax.

But alas, you can’t. You’re going have to meet Jericho later on. You’ll give Hunter the call when everything is set up.

Jeff’s words still have you shaken and you can’t help but to put your head into your hands. This was all too much.

“[Naaame], there you are!” A cheery voice brings your attention upwards. There stands Stacy, who has a big smile on her face.

“Here to make fun of me?” You ask, setting your hands in your lap. “Well, hurry up. I’ve only got about 2 hours to live. Make it count.”

She quickly starts to frown, putting her hands on her hips. “What? Why would I do that? That’s just being mean. And what do you mean by two hours to live??”

“Austin’s gonna kill me. He just hasn’t found me yet,” You shrug.

Because you’re sitting down, the only thing you can see is Stacy’s midriff. You decide to stand in order to be level with her. “However, if you want to give me your last parting words, I recommend you do it now..”

“I don’t want you to die, who else am I going to take shopping after next Raw?” Stacy says, coming closer to bring you into a tight hug. “I know you’ve been tired and down lately, so I wanted to surprise you by taking you on a trip after the show.”

It’s not a surprise if she’s saying it though…

You still appreciate it anyway. You crack a smile towards her and she returns it, hoping that you’ll accept and be somewhat positive about it.

“Yeah...yeah, sure. I’ll go.” You give in easy since you know how much of a beggar Stacy can be. “Is Torrie going?”

“Nope! Just us, some R&R.” She reassures, letting you go. “I like spending time with you, so I’ll try and make it comfortable as possible!”

Stacy’s being oddly nice. It almost makes you feel uncomfortable. She’s ranting and raving about something else when suddenly, the sound of a familiar voice had rang through both of your ears.

It’s none other than Lita, who shoves her hands into her pocket. She’s since changed out of her referee gear and the sign of exhaustion is written all over her face.

“Lita!” Stacy chimes. “Hey! How are you? I’ve heard about Matt..are you—“

Lita narrows her eyes at Stacy. “Whatever. If you don’t mind, I’d like to talk to [Name].” Of course, she didn’t add a please. Stacy’s oblivious enough to nod and give her a smile.

What is with people wanting to talk to you alone?! Nothing ever goes well when that happens.

“Oh, okay! I’ll see you soon, okay?” She rests her hands on both of your shoulders briefly before giving one last smile to Lita and walks away.

Lita returns an disingenuous smile, but it immediately falls into a sneer after she leaves. “…I can’t stand her.”

“I know. You told me.” You’re still on edge, especially because of what happened earlier. “So, uh, what happened with the match? Who won?”

“Jeff. Matt put his foot on the ropes but I didn’t see it. He’s really mad at me. Jeff wouldn’t even talk to me either. He was busy storming off somewhere, just like his brother.” She crosses her arms. “Jeff got suspended for what he did during your match, by the way.”

You already knew about that, so you don’t say anything.

“..Uh, listen. I never said those things about you.” Lita says. “Debra must have lied, I wouldn’t ever call you gross. I think you’re really cool. You’re better than Stacy is. As a matter of fact, you’re better than her and Torrie combined. You know this!”

Was she trying to butter you up or was she genuine? You’re not sure if you believe her. There’s been a lot of lying lately.

…You almost feel bad. Almost. Lita’s looking somewhere else, but turns her attention back to you. “I wanted to clear that up first, but it’s not why I wanted to talk. There’s something else on my mind.”

She starts to step a bit closer and you hold your fists up. You think she’s about to attack you, but she can only let out a sigh, muttering something under her breath.

You look at her in confusion before she repeats it one more time. “I want you to kiss me again.”

It was really sudden, yet you can’t find a reason to refuse her request. “Are you serious?” You ask.

“Yeah.”

Well, if she insists. Once you bring her in for chaste kiss, you can taste the mint on her lips. Lita doesn’t quite let you go either, pulling you closer so she could deepen it.

You then realize that you’re not only at work, but literally standing in the middle of the hallway. You hate to do it, but you have to push Lita away. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine. I..uh..wanted to see something anyway.” She runs a hand through her hair, and the atmosphere had quickly gotten tense. “I may have figured something out. I guess I can see why people like you so much.”

“Why’s that?”

“You’re not too bad of a kisser.” She admits.

Who would’ve thought. You instinctively your fingers onto your lips. Huh. “Thanks?” You feel kind of embarrassed now.

Lita only gives you a nod. “You’re welcome, I guess. I think I’m gonna go back to my room now.” That’s probably the best decision right now. She’s been through a lot tonight and so have you. “Want to come with me?”

“No thanks. I’ve got something to do.” As cool as it sounds to head back with her, you still need to meet up with Jericho, which is already making you a bit sick. You hate him.

“Alright then.” Lita strangely feels like she’s been harshly rejected, but manages to give you an actual smile anyway. “See ya’ later?”

“Bye bye.” You wave. It doesn’t take you long to slump back into your chair once the redhead takes her leave. Goddamn it, you can’t believe the night’s not even over yet.

…Well, at least Austin hasn’t found you.

HOTEL ROOM // 10:30 PM

Sometimes you wonder if wrestling is really worth it. Is it really worth the money? Is it really worth the fame that comes with it? Is it really worth the excitement?

Sometimes it is, sometimes it isn’t. You adjust yourself on the loveseat, trying to at least present yourself as sexy. It’s a little hard and a tad bit uncomfortable. You wonder how Stacy and Torrie do it so easily...

You’ve never really done something like this before. It’s strange, most of the sensual stuff had happened in an alleyway or the medic’s room….which probably is crazy, but it happened! Even though you and Jeff didn’t get too far in the room previously, it was still pretty weird.

This confirms it. You hate your job sometimes. Especially when you had to do stuff like this. You tie your robe into a knot, maybe a little too harshly.

The door slams open, startling you from your spot. It’s Jericho, followed by cameras, of course.

You can’t believe you’re doing this. You force yet again another million-dollar smile onto your face as you watch him come in with not only both belts on his shoulders, but with two bottles in his hands.

The look of disdain crosses your face only but for a moment, but then goes away. Perhaps you’ll drink the pain away tonight.

“Hey, brought some alcohol. Man, this crap is really expensive!” Jericho complains, holding up the bottles. “For a champion like myself, it should be FREE!”

“Nothing’s free in this world.” You say.

“Sure, for the assclowns that aren’t Chris Jericho.” He fired back, slamming the bottles onto the table. “You’d better drink it, too.” He continues muttering on and on how much of a waste of money it was.

The crowd is definitely confused to say the least. Happy to see you in a segment, but confused. There’s no goddamn way you’d willingly do this! It’s Chris Jericho, for fucks sake. There had to be something up.

“You’re right and you know what? I’m gonna call room service and give them a peace of my mind!” This was only an excuse to try and call Hunter to let him know that Jericho made it. You shuffle out of your spot and head towards the phone.

"No need." Jericho holds up his hand. He's yet to set down his championships. "Let's just hurry up and get this over with. I'm sure this is what we've both been wanting for a while now."

You freeze up for a minute, but try to bounce back. You also ignore his last comment. “No, no, let me do this!” And you still go over and take it off the hook, doing your best to punch the right numbers in.

“Hello?”

It picks up quickly, making you let out a quick sigh of relief. “Yes, hello? You come up here immediately. How dare you disrespect the one and only undisputed champion? Send room service right now! I want compensation.”

“Wait, what? Are you—“

His confusion makes you huff. “I said, you need to send someone up here immediately!”

“Oh! Alright, on my way then. Man, don’t blow a gasket, Nitro Girl..”

You knew he was blonde but you didn’t realize he was an airhead, jesus. Once you heard a click, you hang up the call. “They should be on their way up now to make it up to us. Until then, I think you have a point. Maybe we should—“

You can’t even get the knot fully out! You look down at your robe, which you tied way too tight. You quickly glance at Jericho, then you try it again to no avail. What the fuck, you don’t even tie your shoelaces that hard!

“You’re a putz.” He says, a mocking grin on his own face. “But it’s funny, so I guess you’ve got at least one redeemable quality.”

“Okay, you know what?” Plan be damned. Hunter will get here when he gets here. “Why’d you come here, Jericho? You could’ve said no. You could’ve even called me a slut for trying to sleep with you.”

“I could’ve called you a lot of things, but let’s get one thing straight. The only slut that I know of….is Stephanie McMahon.”

…You hate to do this, but you agree with a nod. “Fair.” If it’s one thing you two had in common, it’s the shared hate of Stephanie McMahon.

“You said you liked me. I want to know what you’d do about it. So far, I’m not impressed.” He motions to your robe, which was still stuck..

“This isn’t my fault.” It really is. You must’ve tied it too tight from your anger or anxiety. Or a combination of both. “I was distracted.”

“Distracted?” He repeats. “Not by me, right? Oh, what am I talking about, of course it’s me! You were clearly all hot and bothered by a champion coming into your room!!” You watch as he sets his championships onto the loveseat and plops down, throwing his arms onto the back of it.

Okay, you changed your mind. Hunter needs to hurry up. Like right now. You swallow your pride as you speak again. “Maybe, maybe not. That is for me to know and for you to find out.”

“So you admit you’re attracted to me?”

“I didn’t say all of that..” You sigh out. This feels like it’s completely gotten off track. Everything was a bust.

To your glee, there are a few frantic knocks on the door. “Oh, that must be room service.” You say. Thank god. “Go get the door, I need to find something to cut this open.”

You conveniently step away while Jericho stands up to go open the door. The sound of things falling doesn’t make you wince at all, but you still put on a scene as soon as Hunter literally LEAPS through the door and pounces on Jericho.

He grabs him to toss him over the loveseat and rushes over to start to laying in some punches.

As he’s beating the shit out of him, you feign surprise, grabbing one of the champagne bottles off the table. Hunter notices you and shuffles him to hold him in a chokehold so you can have your way with him.

This is exactly what the crowd wanted to see. You pop the cork off the bottle and dump it all over Jericho’s face, not caring if it hit his mouth or not.

“Ha! Drink it in, maaan!” You laugh. Despite you managing to get the liquid on his leather jacket, Hunter seems to share your smile as he holds up Jericho’s head upward.

And to top it off, you hold the now empty bottle like a baseball bat and swing, hitting Jericho right in his head.

Hunter lets go, a satisfied look on his face. “I’m coming for that title. You had better sleep with one eye open, Y2J.” His voice held venom, which would’ve scared you if you two weren’t in kahoots.

Hunter walks over to the titles that were now on the ground and lifts both of them up. He glanced over to you and lowers them. There was an almost unrecognizable tension in the room between yoy two, but neither of you knew exactly where to pinpoint it.

“…Hey, nice robe. Sad we didn’t get to see what’s under.”

You can only scoff and walk away. With the screen fading to black, it’s the end of Vengeance.

HOORAY JERICHO GETS BEAT!!

by the way, it’s not only jeff. it wasn’t mentioned yet but raven is “suspended” too.. the beginning of heel jeff kinda starts here. now. dearest reader.. what do YOU want to see next from me?

and inevitably, steve austin will be ripping us a new one.

[missprincesse345]

What Baby wants she gets

Instagram au

Pairing: Chris Jericho x wife reader

Chrisjerichofozzy I always enjoy this 😈🔥🔥

Annajay_ Girl!!! STOP IT!!! ❤️❤️❤️

Trinity_fatu That’s my girl!!! When we gonna link up again?! Miss you

Y/nmsfozzy @Trinity_fatu I know boo!!!

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Y/nmsfozzy

Y/nmsfozzy its play time daddy 🔪🩸🩸🩸

Realbrittbaker GODDAMN!!!!

Jerichofan once again they make us feel like we can’t be happy 😭😭

Y/nmsfozzy

Y/nmsfozzy waiting for my Oreo cupcakes 🧁

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Y/nmsfozzy

Tay_melo gorgeous!!!🔥🔥🔥

Bianca belair you better shake it!!!

Aewfan345 it’s not fair that she’s 30 and still moving like that!! She is that bitch!!

Y/nfan00 she truly is a goddess and her body is like no other straight an Amazon❤️❤️🥵🥵

Y/nmsfozzy

Y/nmsfozzy And everyone wonders why we are fashionably late to all events 🥵🥵🥵

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Chrisjerichofozzy

Chrisjerichofozzy happy birthday to my beautiful baby girl y/n!!! My gorgeous wife!! My Nubian goddess!!! I can’t believe I still get to wake up to you everyday and go to sleep with you in my presence every night, you have literally been my rock through all of my high & lows when others wouldn’t everything about you my love screams unconditional love and happiness.

Y/nmsfozzy AWW BABY!!! Thank you so much I love you so much!!!

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[sydsaint]

Danny Garcia 🥰🥰

Summary: The reader confronts Daniel after he seemingly breaks an important promise to her.

"Come on, Bryan!" You bounce nervously on your heels in front of the tv monitor. "Don't let that prick cheat to win!" You talk to yourself.

Next to you, Wheeler watches how much of a nervous wreck you are. And it stresses him out. "He's got this, Y/N." He attempts to assure you of Bryan's abilities.

You raise a hand to your face, intent on chewing your nails back to the cuticle. But Wheeler sees you move and grabs your hand to stop you. "Thanks, Yuta." You flash him a small apologetic smile before turning back to the tv.

Wheeler's face heats up when you don't pull your hand away. He's had a hopeless crush on you from the moment that he joined the BCC. Not that you have any clue that the poor boy is desperately in love with you.

"Oh my gosh!" You gasp and snap Wheeler's attention away from staring at you with puppy dog eyes. "Is that Danny?" You ask with both surprise and hope in your tone.

Those puppy dog eyes turn cold at the mention of Daniel Garcia. Chris Jericho's young protege and Wheeler's number one enemy. In his mind anyway. "What's he doing out there?" Yuta asks, turning his attention to the tv.

"No way!" A smile spreads across your face. "He's going to help, Bryan!" You insist, bouncing in excitement now rather than dread.

You pull your hand out of Wheeler's and his blood boils. He hates how all Garcia has to do is simply show up and you are instantly hooked on him. He glares at the tv monitor, wallowing in his anger at the thought of Daniel possibly joining the BCC.

"Wait!" Your voice quiets down a bit. "What's he doing?" You watch as Daniel helps Chris get one over on Bryan for the win. "What? No. Danny!?"

A hint of a smile cracks on Wheeler's face at the sight of Garcia's betrayal of Danielson. He's always known that Garcia is a weasel. He's just been waiting for everyone, especially you, to figure that out.

"I knew that he was irredeemable." Wheeler scoffs and turns to you.

Wheeler looks down at you expecting to see a look of hurt and disgust written on your face. But instead, he finds himself looking at the back of your head.

"Y/N?" Wheeler furrows his brows at you as you hurry off. "Y/N, wait!" He calls again and rushes forward to go after you.

You rush through the backstage area and to where the tunnel entrance just as Daniel comes through it with Jericho. Chris ignores you, choosing to relish in his championship gold than this relationship drama.

"Daniel?!" You stomp over to Garcia as Wheeler comes around the corner.

Yuta stops when you come back into view looking like you're about ready to kill someone. He remains in place, sure that you're about to either smack the shit out of or chew Garcia out. And either of those things would be music to Wheeler's ears.

"Y/N." Daniel takes a step back when you approach him. "Slow down now, please, babe." He asks you with a nervous chuckle.

You back Garcia into a corner and raise your hand to hit him. "You are such a fucking asshole!" You shout at him. "What happened to last night, huh? Don't worry, Y/N. I'm done with, Chris, Y/N. We can finally spill the secret, Y/N."

'Spill the secret?' Wheeler hops back to attention.

"Y/N, baby I'm sorry," Daniel replies and catches your hand as you go to hit him. "Come on, calm down." He holds your hand against his chest. "I know that you're upset."

"Upset?" You seeth. "I have been running around with you behind everyone's back for three months now, Daniel!" You remind him. "Three months of lying to my friends, to my dad!"

Daniel looks at the floor with guilt."I know." He sighs.

"You made a promise to me Daniel." You pull your hand back from him. "No more hiding. You were going to leave Chris and come be with me in the BCC. So why? What the fuck was all of that out there?" You jab an angry finger at him.

On the other side of the room, Wheeler's mouth hangs ajar in shock at the news. 'Three months?' He thinks to himself. 'She's been getting with him for three months?' He watches you and Garcia argue back and forth, unable to force himself to move or say anything.

The argument gets broken up when Bryan finally comes through the curtain. He walks over to you and Daniel and puts a hand on Garcia's shoulder.

"Y/N, you can relax." Bryan looks at you with a soft smile. "I let Garcia help Chris win. I knew that it was going to happen." He explains.

"What?" You reply in confusion.

Daniel nods, confirming Bryan's claim. "It's true." He adds.

"Danny called me in the middle of the night last night and let me know about his promise to you," Bryan explains. "He told me that he promised to leave Chris because he didn't want to lose you. But about how he also didn't want to have to lose Angelo and Matt as well." He adds.

You glance at Daniel who in turn nods silently. "It's my fault, Y/N." He admits. "I should have checked to see if Bryan explained the plan to you or not."

"Oh my god!" You choke out a laugh. "Danny, I was so sure that you did it because you didn't care about me anymore." You admit in relief.

"What?" Daniel replies. "Hell no!" He shakes his head. "Man, I could never hurt you like that, Y/N. I love you." He leans forward and pulls you into a hug.

You let out a huge sigh of relief and all seems fine for a moment. That is until you hear Wheeler scoff from across the room.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me?!" Yuta shouts, throwing his hands in the air.

"Wheeler?" You turn around and look at him with concern. "What's wrong?" You ask him.

"Forget it!" Wheeler scoffs again. "You won, Garcia. Congratulations. You get your idol as your mentor, get to keep your best friends, AND you get the girl!" He turns sharply on his heel and storms off.

You watch Wheeler storm off and turn back to Daniel. "What the hell is his problem?" He asks.

"I don't know." You shrug. "Come on, let's get out of here, though." You grab Daniel's hand.

"Yeah, alright." Daniel nods and leans down to kiss your cheek.

[jasvvy]

RICKY WINNING THE FIRST MATCH OF 2023

[thesupreme316]

HOLD THE ABSOLUTE FUCK UP

DANIEL THIS IS NOT GOING ACCORDING TO PLAN

IM ROCKING YOUR SHIT AND IM TAKING THE KIDS TO MY MOTHERS CAUSE YOU GOT ME FUCKED UP

THIS MAKES NO DAMN SENSE

[visionarystoryteller]

Moving Forward|| Love For Noella Levesque

*this is apart of ‘Love For Noella Levesque’ OC World*

Noella was sitting at production, looking at her phone as there was a commercial break, seeing a message from one of her friends with a link to WWE. They finally had released a statement. Noella let out a deep breath before opening the link.

Following the news of Noella Helmsley’s exit with WWE, Vince McMahon,CEO, offers a statement- “Noella Helmsley was quite the worker here within the WWE and her hard work will be missed. She had the heart of a leader and can make anyone proud, she would’ve been a great production runner here. she’ll always have a place here.” Good luck Noella!

Noella was flabbergasted beyond belief but had to snap out of it as she heard voices in her headset letting her know commercial was ending and they were back any second. She did her job as usual but harbored her emotions. She worked almost like a robot. Tony took notice and got Jerichos attention. Once Tony pointed to Noella, Chris looked at her and saw her state. He tried to think about what could have sent her into it. He’d known the girl since she was basically a baby. Chris pulled out his phone and saw news updates about WWE. Chris quickly looked at the articles and instantly knew what sent Noella into robotics mode. Chris put his phone down and excused himself and went to sit down next to Noella. Noella kept her eyes forward but felt someone sit next to her. She darted her eyes quickly and found Chris sitting next to her. He didn’t try to look at her, looking forward himself. The pair had been here many times before. It seemed to be a thing Chris and Noella did a lot. Chris was no idiot to how Vince treated her. Literally like the stepchild from hell, but one he employed. Vince constantly made her jump through hoops. Noella had confided in Chris a lot during his time there before he left, he knew Noella wanted to work in production, run show…Vince hated the idea of her running it.

“Feels like we’ve been here before huh” Chris offers. Noella stays quiet, wanting to smile but finding the words of the article stuck on repeat on her mind.

“Right forgot you won’t talk for about 5 minutes, I’ll be quiet” Chris says leaning back in his chair. Noella rolled her eyes. As she watched the screen she saw Max was having an interview in the ring with Tony Shivone. Noella watched max wanting nothin more than to just run to him and hug him. He always made her feel better.

“So you and Friedman” Chris says. Noella sighs.

“Shut up Chris.” Noella says. Chris chuckles.

“Right…” he begins to tap his fingers on the table. Noella looks over at him and Chris can see it in her eyes she’s so confused and hurt. Chris sighs and gives her a sympathetic look.

“You’re better here anyway.” Chris says. Noella shrugs.

“I’m just so…he’s such an asshole” Noella says.

“One who knows how to capitalize off bullshit” Chris agrees. Noella nods in agreement. Noella takes a deep breath.

“Hey Tony” she calls down the table to him.

“Yea Noe?” He asks.

“Can I go take some time, I shouldn’t be longer than maybe 30 minutes” Noella says.

“Yea go ahead, me and the others got it for right now” Tony says. Noella nods and removes her headset and grabs her phone, standing up and leaving.

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Max got to production after his segment in the ring and looked for Noella. He didn’t see her sitting there. Maxs eyes scan the production team and lock with Chris’s.

“She’s around here somewhere. She needed some time out” Chris shakes his head with sad eyes.

“Fuck…what happened” Max asks Chris walking closer to him. He crosses his arms at his chest as Chris sits at the monitors.

“Vince McMahon…” Chris says. Maxs closes his eyes and clenches his jaw. Max stiffly nods his head and turns to leave.

“Thanks Jericho” he says as he leaves. Max walks down the halls looking for Noella. When he couldn’t find her he was starting to panic a little. He eventually spotted Britt and stopped her.

“Hey Britt!” He calls. Britt turns around and sees max, she walks over to him.

“What’s up?” She asks.

“Have you seen Noella?” He asks. Britt thinks for a second.

“No sorry” she says. Max huffs and speeds away. Max walked everywhere before he finally saw her coming back into the arena. Max took a deep relieved breath and sped over to Noella. Other patrons were milling around but not paying attention to anything, that’s when Noella heard heavy and fast steps coming towards her. Noella looked up more and saw Max walking pretty fast to her. He must’ve seen it or heard. Noella stayed in place and briefly closed her eyes as she took a breath. When she opened her eyes, Max had just got to her. He looks her over before picking her up, her legs automatically wrapping around him. Noella took a second to respond with her upper body before she wrapped the rest of herself around Max. He held her head down on his shoulder as he turned to walk back to the locker rooms. Noella just stayed wrapped in his arms, tired and sad. Once they got to Maxs locker room, he sat them on the couch, her still wrapped around Max. Max rubbed up and down her back.

“He’s making it look like I would have the production job at WWE. He’s mocking me with the dream position and now that I have it somewhere else he thinks I’m worth it or some shit? What kind of shit is that?” Noella speaks into the air.

“He wants to get to you”

“If people actually knew” Noella says irate.

“You could always say something but you don’t owe him anything Noella. I will tell you this all the time, you owe no one nothing. Well except me because well I’m like I’m your mush” Max says, his cheeks reddening at the end of his statement. Noella had called him her mush because of him admitting he was only mushy feeling toward her. Noella pulled back from his shoulder and looked at him, a small smile trying to break on her lips.

“MJF deserves everything right” Noella chuckles out rolling her eyes. Maxwell chuckles.

“Your funny sweetheart” max laughs. Noella gives a small laugh back.

“I try” she shrugs with a small smile. Max chuckles.

“There’s my girl” max says as he puts his fingers on her chin to pull her closer to him. Noellas cheeks redden before max pulls her into a kiss. His facial hair kissing her cheeks. Maxs hand wraps around in a hold on Noellas hair and tips her head back, giving him access to her neck. He trailed kisses along her neck, traveling to her ear.

“My pretty kissed out girl” Max whispers into her ear before kissing back to her lips. Noella hummed in agreement, her hands gripped onto his shoulders. Max pulled back.

“If I don’t stop kissing you now, I don’t think I’ll stop” Max says quietly, running his thumb along her lips. Noella looked at max with soft eyes.

“Maybe I like the idea of you not stopping” Noella says quietly back. Max groans and leans his forehead on Noellas.

“Sweetheart, you have a show to run” Max strains himself to say. Noella sighs and nods.

“Right, I should probably get back” she says. Max nods and helps her off his lap. Max stand up and pulls her into a hug before she leaves.

“I’ll see you later Mush” she says kissing his cheek. Max shakes his head chuckling with red cheeks.

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In the weeks following Vince’s rebuttal, Noella released a statement.

@NoellaALev: do not take Vince’s words seriously. I worked my ass off for years meeting every goal and expectation to be told I wasn’t going to get the job, or I wasn’t ready.

The wrestling world was set back. Some people thought Noella to be lying and that she’s mad she didn’t get it. Truth was Noellas glad now she didn’t get the job there. Everyone here is caring and fun. Tony likes to keep up his employees morale, often inviting them to barbecues and jags games. It was a whole change of pace from what it was like at WWE. Of course after her follow-up statement was released, it took about maybe a half an hour for her dad to start blowing up her phone. She had been helping some of the crew clean up when her dad’s theme music played. She took a breath and decided to answer it.

“Hello” she says, walking away from the almost cleaned up production area.

“Finally. Hi Noella.” Her dad says.

“Again hello.” She says staring down at her finger nails.

“Vince is pissed.” Her dad says.

“Cool. Don’t care” Noella responds. Paul takes a deep breath.

“Noella…you have to be careful. He can sue you” Paul says.

“Yea and I will sue him for the same thing. Defamation of my work. He needs off his pedestal. If you just called to tell me shit about Vince, I’m uninterested and busy.” Noella says.

“Noella I’ve been trying to talk to you for weeks.” Paul says.

“Okay and?”

“Noella please just talk to me.” Paul begs.

“I am right now.”

“Don’t be a smartass Noella.” Paul chides. Noella rolls her eyes but stays quiet.

“Are you liking the job?” He asks. Noella chewed on her lip for a moment.

“Yes a lot” Noella responds.

“That’s good. I am proud of you Noella” Paul says. Noella closes her eyes to keep the tears at bay.

“Look, I have to finish with some things. I’ll talk soon….bye” Noella says a bit choked up before hanging up. She put her phone in her pocket and leaned against the wall taking a deep breath.

[nevereverafter45]

About A Girl| WWE|1

@prettyinpayne | @ohnoitsthebat

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After finding out that the truth about their budding relationship with Chris Jericho and Christian Cage was all a sham. A bet. Trish Stratus and Lita find out that they have a lot more in common than just being played.

This is going to be set after they find out about the bet leading up to and after the 2003 Battle of the Sexes. Also, I am going to kind of ignore the relationship Lita had with Matt Hardy. And that’s mostly because I can’t stand Matt Hardy. This is also going to be the first very short story (10 chapters) in Ajay Reso (Ashton Hardcastle) ‘s series. And the second story in Scotlynn McMahon’s series. Also, I'm making the bet happening outside of kayfabe too. 

Chapter 1: I Can’t Believe It

Trish Stratus shook her head as she paced the length of the crowded locker room, tears still clear in her eyes that were fixed on the floor. She couldn’t believe that this whole time she was being played like a damn fool. That the relationship and feelings that she had for Jericho and that he had for her were all a fucking bet. A plaything, a means to an end.  She shook her head and clenched her fists as she kept pacing.

 “T, would you relax?” Her redhead counterpart Lita said from where she was sitting on the bench, “They are men there is no reason to get so damn upset about it.” 

“How can you be so relaxed about this?” The Canadian asked more distress than before. 

“I am not. I’m pissed as hell about it but acting like this and crying over them isn’t going to do anything.” She said standing and folding her arms, “Does it suck that we got played for a fucking Canadian dollar? You’re damn right it does. I hate that they did this to us. They took advantage of our feelings and the whole world saw it.” 

Trish nodded her head leaning against the nightstand, “What do we do then?” “We get even babe, we get even.” 

Trish nodded her head raising her eyes to look at her.

 Lita pushed her fingers through her fiery red hair and licked her lips. She wasn’t quite sure what they would do to get even but she sure the hell was going to try to make this better. 

By any means necessary. Even if that meant calling Ashton, Christian’s younger sister, to try and talk sense into her brother or even Jericho. Both of them listened to her for the most part. 

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Anger was burning through Christian Cage as he shoved his items back into his bag. 

“How the hell did they find out about this? I thought we were more careful about this.” “We were!” Chris Jericho stressed. 

“Then how the hell did they find out?” Jericho shrugged, “I have no idea, they are women, they are sneaky.” 

Christian let out an angry sigh as he yanked the zipper up on his bag, “Well now everything is ruined.”

 “It’s not ruined, we just need to get them back. It can’t be that hard.” Jericho commented, folding his arms across his chest, “They will be easy to win back into our favor. We just have to woo them back.” 

Christian turned to look at him, how could he say that? There was no way they could easily woo them back into their arms. They were pissed and pissed at them for doing this. 

“It’s not going to work and you know it.” He said, “We are in deep shit. At least Bischoff is on our side about this. And we can use that to our advantage.” 

Chris shook his head as he moved away from his friend; there was no way they were going to forgive them. No way.  

“Don’t get him involved, he will hold it over our heads for the rest of our careers.”

Christian grinned and patted his shoulder before walking out of the locker room to talk to Raw's general manager. 

Bischoff may be sleazy but at least he knew how to get things done. And he hated Trish and Lita almost as Christian did right then.

  He would be a good ally going forward whether Jericho saw it that way or not. Seeing Trish and Lita exit the locker room, he paused and smirked. 

At the end of the day, he was still going to win the bet and seal the deal with Lita. 

Feeling his eyes on her, Lita glared at him and pushed him roughly. Trish followed steps behind her, scoffing as she passed.

 He turned his head watching them walk, then walking like this was only making him want it more. 

***

Lita waited until she heard the shower turn on and she picked up her phone and scrolled through the contacts until she found Ashton's contact information and pressed the button, it rang once, twice then, “Hey Li, give me a second.’  The background noise went quiet and she came back, “sorry I'm just getting ready to go back home and the dorm is crowded.”  The former Queen of Extreme had forgotten that the younger Reso sibling had started her first semester at Northwestern that summer and put her wrestling aspirations on hold. “What's up?”  

“Have you talked to your brother lately?” 

“Which one?”  There was an underlying amount of hurt in her voice, and the older woman felt like a tool, both Christian and Ajay had been informed that they had a younger half-brother and possibly a younger half-sister. The older sibling had turned more devious, more selfish. And Ashton, she wasn’t sure about. Edge, whom she had been in contact with while he was out on injury mentioned that she had almost shut down and then went to Ohio with her roommate and a couple of her friends but the results were unknown even to Edge whom she told everything to. “How are you doing with that? “

 “Lita, which brother?”   

“The one that you share a mother with.”   

“No, I have been busy with finals. What happened?” 

“They placed a bet on who would bed Trish or me first.” 

“They did what?”  

“For one Canadian dollar.” 

Ashton let out a disbelieving laugh, “A goddamn Canadian dollar? Are you kidding me? You are so out of his league.”  Lita smirked, she knew getting the younger girl involved in this was a good idea. “What do you need me to do?” 

[kylefletchersgf]

Hey I was wondering if I could have a hook imagine if your open for request

basically me and him have dated since 13/14& grew up together and now we’ve turned in our 20’s and he wins the title against Jericho and we all celebrate and he asks me to marry him/ I find out I’m pregnant and everyone is happy for us & stuff

Hook: Fated to You

Summary: Hook has been dating his childhood sweetheart since they were teenagers and tonight is the night he wins back the FTW championship back from Chris Jericho and him and Y/n celebrate by him proposing to Y/n, but little does he know Y/n has a surprise of her own

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-ˋˏ [TW] ˎˊ : Fluff, mistakes I might have, Chris Jericho, and this was not proofread before being published

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It's a few weeks before All In where Hook will face Jericho for the Ftw title, you and Hook watch from his locker room as Chris Jericho's interview starts; Renee puts the mic to her mouth "at this time I am joined by the Learning Tree" "Hey guys!" he yelled as he waved to the camera. Renee tried not to laugh as she continued "How do you expect to beat Hook at All In?" she asked as she moved the mic to his mouth."Hey guys!" he waved again. He continued "Renee as you know All In is in a few weeks and I will beat Hook because he forgot the lessons I taught him. But the rest is secret thanks, bye guys!" he said the last part enthusiastically and waved before he left with Big Bill.

Bryan Keith waited back for a few seconds looking at Renee then leaning in close to her as he yelled “You better respect Chris Jericho!” before walking away. When it went back to the commentary table I look over at Hook and we both laugh at how stupid Chris Jericho is. "Are you scheduled to fight tonight?" "No but I have a promo scheduled later though" "what time?" "9:30." I sat down with him on the couch watching the show until it was time for his promo, when the clocks hit 9:30 he got up walking to the door holding it open for me then walking out the door behind me shutting it behind him. He held my hand all the way to where we usually did the interviews but he let go as soon as when the camera started rolling.

"I am joined here by Hook with Y/n, now Hook you heard what Chris Jericho said earlier in the night do you care to respond?" "Chris Jericho I will get back my Ftw title and cut down all your branches on the way too. All In." he said the last part pointing at the camera. When the interview ended Hook and I went back to his locker room for the rest of the show, he looked over at me "I fight Big Bill next week and you will stay here during my match" "but-" "no, do you understand me Y/n?" "yes" "now at All In you can sit at the commentary table with Taz ok?" "ok"

skip to All in

You stood with Hook in his locker room while he got ready, he looked over at you "what color babe?" he asked as he held up blue shorts in one hand and grayish-silver in the other hand. "Do the gray" you told him as you was getting TV ready. You fixed his eye patch to waste time as the Learning Tree did their entrance. When it was Hook's turn you walked on the side as he walked down the ramp, You sat at the commentary table next to your soon to be father in law Taz as Hook got in the ring. You put the headset on as the match begun, You look over at Taz "hi honey" "hi" you replied happily.

Towards the beginning of the match Jericho put Cricked balls onto the mat which made you question it, but learning from wrestling some things are just better not asked about or left unsaid. Hook got out the ring grabbing a Cricket bat and 'oh no' was all you could think to yourself. He started smacking everyone with it then started picking up the Cricket balls and started flinging them at all three of them, you couldn't hold in your laughter anymore. After he did that he went behind Jericho choking him with the Cricket bat yelling "hey guys! Hey guys!" mocking Jericho as you laughed harder adding in "hey guys!"

"C'mon Hook!" you yell to encourage him to get up as he was getting jumped by Bill and Bryan. Hook got back in the ring swinging wildly missing as he got smacked on the head with the trashcan, Jericho missed the Judas Effect going straight into a T-bone suplex by Hook. Hook go up taking off the eye patch yelling "I can see!" pointing at his eye. Towards the end of the match Taz got up putting Bryan in his submission letting Hook get the win by Red Rum. Taz backed up so you could hug Hook first, Hook walked up to you kissing your head then hugged you for a few seconds as you took off the headset.

He walked over to Taz hugging him until he decided to take you backstage, he wanted to be alone with you in his locker room. Even though he is very public about kissing your head or his arm being around you, everything else is behind closed doors; he is a very private person. He wanted to do this next part privately, you turn around to look for something and you couldn't find it so you turn back around to face him to see him down on one knee with a small box; it had the most beautiful engagement ring you have ever seen. You nod nonstop before he could even ask you to marry him, he stood up putting the ring on your finger as he kissed you softly.

When he pulled apart you looked at him "then this is the best time to tell you I'm pregnant" you laugh through the tears. He looked at you smiling big; that cute smile that he hides from the public. You're marrying your best fried, now you have all you could ever ask for in life.

[pettykingratboyy]

Jericho better not win next week

Can you imagine being Hook and getting to say that only two people have beaten you but then you have to say it was jungle boy and fifty year old Chris Jericho

[aritamargarita]

ATTITUDE || 020

it finally worked OMG. 1, 2, is this on….

also, i cant believe attitude won over golden i was like “:O” but i can kinda see that now lmao

there is kinda a lot going on here but when isn't this series chaotic? hope you guys like it anyway. shout out to mickie dressing up as trish stratus. thank you for your service mickie stratus....again this is pretty shorter than i wanted it to be and i apologize LMAO

YOU JUST WANT to cry. Cry as hard as you can. Tonight, you lost. And there's nothing you can do to change it. You could have a rematch many weeks from now, but nothing changes the fact you lost at Vengeance.

“Jeff Hardy will pay for his transgressions.” Raven says, bandaging up his wrists. “I will see to it that he will never try and fight with me again.”

He only came around after your “temper-tantrum” was over. You’re not sure if that was a good thing or not.

There are still a few chairs isolated around the room (since..you pretty much threw them in anger), shelves knocked over, and here you were, sitting on the ground. In the process, you had even accidentally hurt yourself.

There’s a lot to take in. For a second, you consider telling Dr. Smiley about this. 

Raven ordered you to clean yourself up a bit, noticing that you had a mix of dried blood and fresh blood on your hands and arm.

So you are. You’re scrubbing away with moist towelettes. 

“A mere Hardy boy thinks he can get the best of me. Crazy.” He complains. “However, everything isn’t a total loss. The blood I shed today can only make us closer, [Name].”

As strange as it sounds, you’d like to think he’s right. From your blood and his own, despite scrubbing it off, perhaps this just means you two will grow a stronger bond.

There’s nothing for you to say, really. You didn’t want to upset him if you told him you were mad at him. But he wasn’t alone, you were also angry at Jeff.

And you didn’t even want to ask what he thought of the match itself..

The both of them ruined it anyways. At this point, you’re sure Torrie’s got the air rushing to her head and she thinks that maybe, just maybe, she can beat you all the time.

This was just a nightmare.

The door to the locker room opens to reveal none other than the Women’s Champion with a smile on her face…before it falls into a nasty glare. “Um, excuse me, this is the women’s locker room.” She says, attempting to stare Raven dead in the eye. 

“I know.” He doesn’t even spare her a glance, instead opting to finish up his bandaging.

“Then get out.” Trish orders. “You’re not supposed to be in here.”

He shakes his head. “I don’t want to. I’m having a conversation. If you don’t like it, then you can go away.”

She looks offended. When the champion gives someone an order, they’re expected to follow! “Not gonna happen. Again, women’s locker room? If you don’t get out, I’m gonna call someone and they’ll throw you out. So you better go..”

You look at Raven and he looks at you. There's a look in your eye that's signaling for him to just leave it be. Thankfully, he simply groans and walks past Trish begrudgingly to the exit.

"Good riddance," She mumbles, slamming the door behind him. When she turns back to look at you, she feels like she's right back to square one. “You’re uh…you were really loud earlier. Are you okay?”

Her voice rung through your ears like bells. She sounds very nervous. She can clearly see the chairs lying around. Victims, all of them..

She too had meant to come earlier, but after hearing how angry you were, decided against it.

You rub your hands over your face. By loud, she must’ve meant that you’ve been screaming in anger for the past hour. You’re pissed and rightfully so.

“Do I look okay?!” You exasperatedly say, jumping up from your spot. It startles her. “Do you think I look okay right now???”

“Well, I mean, you look very pretty…?” Trish says, but for some reason it sounds more like a question than a statement.

You just look up at her to stare. You don’t know whether you want to slap her or come over and just hug her and cry.

“See, I just wanted to say that I saw your match, err…half of the locker room saw it, actually. I’m sorry that happened.” She admits, throwing her title over her shoulder. Trish doesn’t know what else to offer you other than her condolences.

Sorry didn’t change anything. Sorry didn’t change the fact you lost. Sorry didn’t change the fact you’ve embarrassed yourself in front of Raven.

With her successful title offense and your unsuccessful match, she starts to feel horrible. She hides it behind her back, hoping that you’d see her as any other competitor.

“Yet again, another man ruins it for us women.” She rolls her eyes. “Ugh. I can’t stand them sometimes. And I don’t know what you’ve got going on with Raven, but he just gives me bad vibes.”

You just stare at Trish in silence, so she decided to continue her tangent.

Trish comes a little closer, seeing that you have not reached for any projectiles. The sight of your face makes her frown, you really look worn down…

She’s not entirely sure how to comfort you with all those words, but she reaches a hand out to set a hand on your shoulder.

It's when you start to spill out everything that’s on your mind. Before you know it, tears start to stream down your cheeks.

“I don’t know what to do! I lost! This is humiliating! I lost to someone who can’t even tell the difference between a arm lock and a wrist lock!”

….......

Trish pauses for a second. Of course she’s not gonna tell you she had trouble with identifying them at first. “Hey, hey, it’s okay! There's always next time.."

“It’s just not enough! Raven’s gonna be so embarrassed, he’s never gonna come out with me again and—“

“Who cares about Raven?” Trish interrupts you. “Listen, you two may be a thing or whatever, but you definitely don’t need his approval.”

You didn’t need Raven’s approval? That’s wrong. Of course you did. After all, he’s saved you. Saved you from yourself and started a slow journey to help you figure out who you truly are.

This really was you. And you needed to welcome it in with open arms.

“And on top of that,” She continues. “You don’t need any man’s approval! Take it from me, the old mistress of Mr. McMahon..”

“What?! Ew!” You exclaim. Thinking that it was a bit rude, you cover your mouth. “Oops, I’m sorry..”

“No, ew is right. Now that I think about it, I don’t even know why I did that..” Trish sighs. “Maybe it was for more opportunities. Maybe it was so T&A could have an advantage. Either way, nothing good came out of it. I was humiliated on television. But hey, look where I am now?”

She then shows you her title with a smile. “On top of the world!“

You smile at her, but there’s a twinge of bitterness among your expression. Trish seems to falter. That isn’t what she meant to do.

“T&A?” You repeat, doing your best to ignore the title. “What’s that?”

“I used to be a valet. T&A was a tag team. Test and Albert, if you’ve seen them around.” She says. “It’s over now, but wow. Anyway, it's probably best if we talk about you instead."

You wipe your eye. "Me?"

"Yeah." She nods. "Obviously, you need to get your head back in the game..to get people's mind off of your loss, why not try and make a statement?"

Trish doesn't exactly understand what she's just done. It dawns on you that your Hardy boy slash Lita plan has yet to be in action. If she says to make a statement, then that's exactly what you'll do.

"You're you. So show everybody else who exactly you are!" She says, poking you a bit too harshly on the chest.

You know exactly how you’d do it.

“Thanks, Trish. I know exactly what'll do.” You say, giving her a grin. She's stroked the fire that should've been put out weeks ago. “I need to get changed.”

“Hold on—...” Trish wasn’t exactly done talking to you yet, but you’re already heading out the door. Maybe you've gotten the correct message...

BACKSTAGE // 7:51 PM

The makeup artist, Jan, helped you out with adjusting your makeup and your new hair.

“Thanks, Jan.” You wave, hopping out of the chair. You better hurry, you were sure the match between Jeff and Matt already started.

You look at yourself in the mirror. It’s you, but you’re copying Lita. You’ve never really tried to do it before, preferably doing your own thing. You loved her style, yet you never thought you would see yourself mimicking her.

You don’t want anyone to see you, it’d ruin the surprise and you’d rather not deal with the awkwardness that comes along with it.

Lita, Lita, Lita….she’s made such a big mistake. She’s supposed to be your friend, but she turns around and talks about you behind your back? She’s just like Torrie. No, she's like everyone else.

And you really liked Lita too. It’s a shame you had to do this and it’s an even bigger shame to have to beat her up after Vengeance. She can’t win against you. You’re sure this’ll be your second time winning against her.

Lita just can’t compare. She can do as many hurricanrana’s and moonsaults as she pleases! She’s just not you. She will never be you.

Gosh, you should’ve known she would do that. Lita reassured you that she’d never hurt you, but here Debra was, telling you what she “said” verbatim. She must have been jealous, yes, that was it. Jealousy for sure.

Or, so you think. You still haven’t figured out that she was fabricating most of it. More than likely you won’t realize until it’s too late.

Seeing your own reflection makes you laugh. It makes you laugh so hard that you couldn’t even breathe for a second. It comes to a halt when you realize you’re wasting time. You have to get out there.

You’re trying to brush on some eyeshadow when you’re startled by a loud voice..

“Lita! You’ve got some guts showin’ up around here..”

Great. This is just the person you want to see. He’s going to regret this. So are you. You slowly turn around, shaking your head. “No, I’m not Lita, I’m—“

“Debra?!?!! Where's my pacemaker!?” Austin yelled out, clutching his chest. The outfit you were in was absolutely horrific to see.

You want to laugh so bad, but you know he’s THIS close to killing you. This just solidifies it. Austin just knew he couldn’t let you out of his sight for one second. Debra told him to let you do your thing, now look where that got you.

Now you look just like Lita, the woman who had no idea what belts were, the woman who you’d be going up against after Vengeance.

First, it was that damn Raven, now it's this? He has a lot to talk with you about.

You can hear Debra loudly suck her teeth from the other room. “Gosh, what is it now, Steve?!” She seems aggravated, but the moment she steps outside and sees you was when it disappears. “…Oh my.”

Austin takes one look at you, then covers his head and shakes it in shame. Pain. Pain is all he feels right now. “What in the hell are you wearing?” He finally asks.

“I just….uh.” You’re not sure what to say. How could you explain yourself? “There’s Lita and...I wanted to do a thing, you see.”

“A thing?” Debra quirks an eyebrow at you. Hopefully she’s not angry or anything. You're not sure whether to be more afraid of Austin or HER!

“You know what? I’m just gonna run away now.” This is exactly what you wanted to avoid right now. Before they can say anything else to you, you book it down the hall back to gorilla.

You can hear both of them calling your name, but you don’t even look back.

VENGEANCE // 8:03 PM

“One, two—!!“

As Lita’s in the middle of counting the pin,  you happily skip down the ramp, waving to the fans as you go. Lita turns over towards the front where you were, a look of confusion on her face. 

What were you doing? 

Lita completely disregards Matt’s pin attempt, heading over to the ring ropes. She leans forward on them, trying to yell your name. “Hey! [Name]! What’re you doing??” You look just like her, which is strange because you looked completely normal earlier.

'Look at this! I told you she's got a couple of screws loose!' Jerry exclaimed. 'Talk about double trouble.'

'I almost can't tell who's who..' JR remarked. There was a bit of sarcasm behind his voice.

You don’t reply to her, instead looking up at her with a smile. You even mock her little Hardy hand sign. Then, you just start to skip around the ring. 

Lita’s eyes don’t stop following you. She doesn’t even care about the match right now. Why are you dressed up like that?!

Jeff and Matt hadn’t even noticed you, nor did they notice Lita’s attention being pulled away. “Hey!!” She tries once again to get your attention. “[Name]! What the hell?!”

Finally, you give her your undivided attention. You jump onto the ring apron with a smile. Lita’s finally able to come towards you.

You can hear her complaints a little better now, but who cares? You want to express how much you hate her. You feel like you’ve made a lot of bad decisions and you feel as if there will be more to come in the future.

For some reason, this is the only way you could convey how much you hate her right now.

You bring her in for a kiss. It ended as quick as it started, and it definitely looked more like a hug than anything. The moment Lita tries to swipe at you, it was already over.

The crowd makes a “whoaaa!” sound, which means you’ve got them right where you want them. But most importantly, you think you’ve got Team Xtreme’s main girl right where you want her.

Lita looks like she’s seen a ghost. Though even as she pales, she starts to turn red. She wasn’t expecting that at all.

…That….actually really hurt. You did it so haphazardly that Lita has to swipe a finger against her lip just to check if she was bleeding.

And nope, as your research has concluded, talent wasn’t transmitted that way either. You make a note to let Torrie know.

Lita's not sure whether to have hated that exchange or have enjoyed it. She's never really thought about you doing something like that, let along anything romantic despite you two being pretty good friends.

She feels like if she truly did like this, then she'd be betraying Jeff. But that kiss made her feel weird. It's something she hasn't felt in quite a while. Matt couldn't even make her feel that way.

There's something different about your lips being on her own. And even in that serious moment, she finds herself wanting it to happen again.

It's wrong, but she has to admit it, she doesn't want to be right at all. She’s too caught up in the moment. Before she knew it, you quickly enter the ring and tackle her.

If you’re supposed to be “Lita”, then you’ll be Lita. You take her referee shirt off, leaving her in the pink fishnet top she wore under it.

The crowd cheers, of course. For a moment you consider taking off your own shirt but decide against it, sliding it up and over your head. You’re the referee now.

It's a strangely cut shirt and it's especially uncomfortable with the shirt you have under, but you don't really care.

Every single person in the arena is confused. From the crowd, to the commentators, to the three that were in the ring with you.

Just what's going on through your head? You spin around in a circle. This moment just has the euphoria coursing through your veins, yet you're not sure why.

You feel like you can truly be yourself.

You weren't a sweet Nitro girl anymore. You're someone who's finding their own way in this world. If anyone wants to get out alive, they'd better move out of the way. It's every man and woman for themselves.

Trish was right. You don't need Raven's approval. You loved him dearly, yes, but just doing things by yourself felt much more natural.

It’s Matt’s turn to come over to you, and he's pissed. Not only had you kissed Lita, but you're interfering in his match. He genuinely thinks that this was an attempt to make him lose. He can't let that happen.

Yet again, you’re here to possibly ruin someones career.

He’s screaming some nonsense at you and all you’re doing is twirling your hair. "Hey!" Matt (halfway) snaps you out of your trance. "What's your deal?!"

“Don’t you think I’m pretty?!” You suddenly ask. “Look, you see I’m Lita! Tell me I’m pretty! Or....maybe you wanna kiss me too?”

Matt stops his yelling to look at you in confusion. Nothing but word vomit seems to be coming out of your mouth. You pucker your lips in anticipation, but Matt just shakes his head at you.

The match is starting to derail and it gets worse when Jeff slowly starts to get up and look over at the commotion.

“What’s going on—?” He too, gets struck by the arrow of confusion. You think it’s a good look for him, although he tends to look confused 50% of the time.

Still, no one even had a clue what they should do. Technically, were you the referee now? Both brothers didn't know if they should still follow Lita's orders or follow yours.

In a stunning turn of events, Jeff shoves Matt out of the way, coming towards you. "[Name], are you alright?! Why’re you dressed like that?”

To everyone, this was well deserved. Especially since he came out and ruined your own match. Fortunately for him, you truly had other things in mind.

"You ruined my match!“ You cry out, throwing your fists to hit him in the chest. “Everything is your fault! If you didn't attack Raven, I would’ve won! I hate you!”

You’re starting to actually hurt him, so he has to grab your arms to stop your flailing. “You don’t mean that—hey! Listen to me! Go backstage!” You're obviously not in the right state of mind. He can't have you out here.

The match can still be saved, he thinks. There's still time. If he can get your attention off and somehow get you backstage, everything can continue like nothing happened!

And later, he can finally talk to you about what he did. If you wanted answers, that’s what he’ll give you. Just not now.

“I don’t care! I’m not leaving!” You refuse. He’s slowly starting to get a bit irritated. This isn't a good time and he can tell something's not right in your head at the moment.

He’s going to say something else, but Matt comes over and shoves him away. He’s not happy about Jeff pushing him earlier.

They get into an argument, and Lita takes this opportunity to confront you about your behavior. “What was that?! Give me my shirt!"

And no one could call off the match. Well, Lita technically could, but almost all rules have been thrown out the window thanks to your appearance.

You don't say anything, so she pushes you. Something inside of you just snapped as soon as you were pushed, so you tackle her once again and start to hit her.

Now everyone's arguing. But the boys have to put a pause on their own dispute to handle you and Lita's altercation. Jeff has to yank you off of the poor woman, hooking his arms under your own so you can't move them.

Matt’s busy helping Lita up, doing the best to stabilize her.

"Cut it out!" He yells. The crowd can only be happy that they’ve got a taste of what’s to come after Vengeance.

You think you’ve done enough damage. “You want your shirt? Here!” You take it off and throw it in her direction. “You can have it! I’m out of here.”

Jeff is taken aback by your sudden mood shift. You were just aggressive but now you’re backing off? That gut feeling he has is gnawing at him. Something’s just not right.

He lets you go and you roll out of the ring, heading right up towards the ramp. You don’t even look back.

Trish Stratus said to make a statement, so you did. You don’t think anyone would forget this bizarre match.

That’s the way it should be.

BACKSTAGE // 9:45 PM

You seriously have to breathe. It’s starting to be difficult to even try.

Torrie’s win really has gotten under your skin. It shouldn’t have, but somehow it wormed its way under.

To add onto that, that short adrenaline burst from earlier’s interference had been still lingering. Even as you pick up your cup of water, your hand is still shaking.

All that’s left for the night was the Undisputed Championship match. All the matches have come and gone. All that’s left was Chris Jericho and Stone Cold Steve Austin.

The match was definitely in it's middle stages and things weren't looking so well.

You were advised not to go out there again, with Debra being the main person telling you no. She’s not sure if she witnessed a mental breakdown or an identity crisis, but she doesn’t want you to go out and make things more worse than they already are.

She felt that she had to stay behind with you to not only cheer you up a bit, but to break the news. She knew the outcome of the match.

“Are you feeling okay?” Debra suddenly asks. “You’re shaking like a dog.” She pats your shoulder and you nod.

“I’ve never felt better!” You chime. Debra knows that it’s probably not true, but she keeps it pushing.

“I think you should sit down…” She gently pushes you over to a chair and you oblige, taking a seat right in front of her. “You’ve done a lot tonight. I think it’s time for you to head back to the hotel.”

“But the match.."

Debra waves her hand at you. "Steve should be fine. And besides, it's not going the way you want it to." Before you can question her, she continues on. "He doesn't win the title. Chris Jericho wins the title."

You gasp and cover your mouth. Was she serious?! "You're kidding!"

Sometimes the finishes of matches was to be expected, but to think Jericho was going over.....you just couldn't believe it. You're not as panicked as you would originally be, because you knew that you'd see him tonight.

Triple H would come and "save" you by attacking him in the hotel room. Maybe that's all the revenge you need. So after she confirms it with a nod, you sigh. "Alrighty then.."

"Just alright?" Debra's wary. You're not snapping. Not angry. You're just okay. "You sure?"

"Yes."

At the very least you could watch the match from the monitor. But the night just isn't over. It's not over until they go off the air. Your revenge will come soon, even if you're not the one mainly attacking him.

Though, you weren't sure about being in lingerie on national television. You're not even sure if green actually fits you.

Honestly, you’ve never been a fan of those kind of things. Back then, you were somehow able to slip between the cracks of the monstrosities that were called gimmick matches.

Oh yes, you always chickened out. Sometimes you couldn’t get away with it, but the times you did, you ended up on some sort of cleaning duty backstage.

Very annoying. Even in WCW’s dying days, you somehow were always a victim to backstage politics, even if you were a woman.

Not having enough time. Having too much time. The crowd likes you too much. Things of that nature.

Fortunately the producers were more focused on your wrestling skill. They left most of the expose to Torrie and Stacy.

Sure, it hurt a little bit. Maybe gave the slightest hit to your confidence. But it’s kind of what you want.

“I have to ask, [Name]. Just what in the world was that earlier? Gosh, you’re lucky I urged Steve to get ready for his match.”

You did feel lucky. You’d rather have Debra talk to you than him, even if you were a bit more scared of her..

“Trish said I should make a statement, so I tried to make one. To get people to forget about my match.”

“You didn’t need to do that.” She crosses her arms. “If you ask me, that is the complete opposite of making a statement. I’m sure people think you’re out of your god dang mind.”

Okay, you might have screwed that up. But you’re starting to reach into the territory of not caring anymore.

“And more importantly—“ Debra is interrupted by the door opening.

The both of you turn your heads to see none other than a tired Jeff Hardy stood before you two.

“Hey. Sorry to interrupt. Can I talk to [Name] alone, please?”

You can just feel things becoming tense yet again. Guess it’s time to lay in the bed that fate has seemed to make for you.

tbh now that i think about it? golden!debra is probably gonna be different towards reader just because of jeff jarett. it’s not like a mentor thing, so i hope you know where im going with this…either way QUEEN DEBRA!!!!

i feel like this chapter wasn't what i wanted to be because of TUMBLR but either way i still hope you liked it for now im going to try and start putting the remaining bits into another post. so one portion will be past vengeance and next will be another show i suppose.

jeff wasn’t exactly mean to us right now, i ended it on a cliff hanger, but it’s coming for sure + triple h beating jericho up while we watch and cheer HEEHEE!

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The absolute fantasy I have of Connor being interviewed as one of the five androids on that revolution's stage, months later, if not a full year, after having gone back to working with the DPD on their cold cases to microdose on his need for murder but still helping Jericho on the side...

... all to reveal that he's the one android with a really fucked up sense of humour, where half of the joke is how much of a nerdy, boring, passive, paper-pushing guy he is around the precinct.

I live for that reveal. 🥰 I imagine so many ways for everyone in the DPD to get that "CONNOR DID WHAT?!" snap of reality, all for Connor to be like 🙂 back at them as always.

Just.

Y'know.

:)

So right now I'm picturing an interview where he's openly admitting it on national TV, fully aware the other cops are tuning in 'cause - haha, it's Connor! He's on TV! Maybe he'll do something other than his stupid customer service smile!

And immediately, they tune into the part talking about Connor's reputation for psychological 'pranks'

Connor: it's not that i'm out to hurt anyone. i just like playing little jokes :)

Interviewer: Jokes meant to scare people?

Connor: not scare. more to... sow doubt :)

Interviewer: Can you give me an example?

Connor: i mean... the joke is that no one but me really knows the answer. i can tell you the set-up for one, but i can't give you the whole thing.

Interviewer: Because the truth would spoil it.

Connor: correct :) i'm like a magician

Interviewer: Alright. Well, tell us the set-up.

Connor: :D okay. so at the christmas party, i gave everyone soap as a gift

Interviewer: ...

Connor: :D

Interviewer: Soap.

Connor: :D hand-made bars. it was an interesting process. i enjoyed learning how to do it. and they were personalized for everyone there

Interviewer: Was something wrong with the soap?

Connor: i hope not :( they were very nice bars of soap

Interviewer: Interesting.

Connor: of course :D have you seen fight club?

Interviewer: What?

Connor: it's a movie :D it's also a book :D they make soap in it

The Entirety of the DPD, Who Have Very Much Seen Fight Club:

Connor: their key to soap is the ingredients

Interviewer: Our producer just said that in the book, they use... body parts?

Connor: :D

Interviewer: So... the joke is using body parts in soap?

Connor: oh

Connor: no no

Connor: that's still the set-up

Connor: the joke is 'where would i even get them' :)

Interviewer:

Connor: :D

Interviewer:

Connor: see? it's funny :D

Interviewer: I'm... not sure I follow.

Connor: oh don't worry :)

Connor: they did :)

The Entirety of the DPD, Picturing Every Way Connor Has Access to Morgues and Crime Scenes: o_o

Connor: :D hi hank hi chris hi ben

Connor: Gavin.

Gavin: 👁️👄👁️

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To be started list

I have more than a few stories waiting to be started in the pipeline. I'm sharing the list with you guys. Some have titles and summaries, others don't, so suggestions are welcome. I will likely start with my Bridgerton story.

Once (9-1-1)

Pairing: Eddie Diaz x reader x Evan Buckley

It was only meant to be a one time mistake but then why did it keep happening over and over again. Maybe it was time to discover what this truly was.

What would neighbours think (Downton Abbey)

Pairing: Cora Crawley x Reader x Robert Crawley

Imagine: O’Brien misinterprets you, a housemaid training to be Lady Edith’s Lady's maid returning in the wee small hours as an attempt after her job. A few well-placed threatening words when she catches you alone, one evening whilst staying at Crawley House in London results in your disappearance which is soon noted.

Poly CM Beyond Borders

Pairing: Jack Garrett x Reader x Karen Garrett

Over the Horizon Epilogue

Pairings: Shawn Michaels x reader x Chris Jericho

Scorching - Poly Chicago Med

Pairings: Connor Rhodes x Reader x Ethan Choi

Imagine: Imagine after a series of heated nights together, what you thought was becoming something more seems to fade as Ethan and Connor distract themselves from you. Only for you to walk head first into a dangerous situation when a patient turns hostile.

Delirious Happy Endings Epilogue

Pairing: Connor Rhodes x Reader

Time enough for Love (Bridgerton Poly)

Pairings: Kate Sharma x Reader x Anthony Bridgerton

Imagine: A mission to ensure Kate and Anthony find each other during the social season of 1814. Time travels into the past to ensure that crucial moments occur. However, you find yourself falling in love with the pair. It breaks your heart when it comes to leaving and returning to the future.

Sweet Enough (Fated to you sequel)

Pairings: Elliot Stabler x Reader

Imagine a soulmate AU where newly divorced Elliot Stabler has a soul mark wrapped around his wrist and finds out that it’s the newest member of the SVU team, before awkwardly asking you to go get a coffee with him

In the cold harsh light of day (CAOS poly)

Pairing: Nick Scratch x Sabrina Spellman X Fae!Reader

Imagine: Imagine being a member of the face court, living in the mortal realm where you find yourself in a poly triad with Nick and Sabrina. With the threat of void on the horizon, your family wishes to return to the forest but you wish to remain. Unhappy with this choice, you are tricked into returning at the bequest of your Fae King and Queen. Only to be shackled whilst the events of Season 4 play out until Death presents itself to you with a new choice. A way out or salvation?

Lone Rider (9-1-1 Lone Star)

Pairings: Owen Strand x Reader

Imagine: Imagine crushing on your boss Owen Strand since starting at the firehouse. Never having the courage to admit your feelings. Until you wake up one morning to find yourself in bed with him. In a panic, you make yourself scarce. No awkward conversation follows in the days after but every decision has consequences.

Crossing that line - (Power Rangers Dino Thunder)

Pairing: Tommy Oliver x Reader

Summary: After a strange encounter with one of the victims of Mesogog’s most recent monsters. You find yourself alone with Dr Oliver as you both begin to experience strange symptoms. Not knowing that this monster whose DNA was combined with an aphrodisiac plant. Buried and denied feelings rise to the surface.

If anyone wants to be tagged for any of the above. Please let me know either comment or message me