#wrestling fandoms

[dirtywrestling]

He Doesn't Deserve You - Part 3 (18+)

Pairing: Seth Rollins x Female!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Wet Dream, NSFW, Scared!Reader, Worried!Reader, Traveling, Meeting Fans, Scary boss Stephanie McMahon, Stories about other superstars (They are actually true, so might be a trigger/shocking to you?) 18+ blog. I think that’s about it! hot shower smut, Minors DNI

Word Count:  1,771

Parts: One / Two / Four

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You grabbed onto the door handle, taking a deep breathe, knowing what was going to happen. Were you getting fired for having your personal life interfere with business? Possibly hitting Finn Balor like that would get you fired too, but he deserved it. You slowly turned the knob and opened the door, seeing Stephanie McMahon the one who runs Raw with her right hand man, Mick Foley.

“Y/n, sit.” Stephanie demanded, eyeing the chair across the desk. Swallowing hard you pulled up a seat across the two who work very hard to keep Raw’s rating up and entertaining.

“Y/n, do you know why we called you into our office?” Stephanie questioned, folding her arms and giving you a cold look.

“Because I uh, I attacked Finn?” You asked, fiddling your fingers. You were nervous, you worked too hard to get where you were at today and now it’s  all in the trash because a boy and a very stupid mistake. Your mother was right, men are no good.

“Yes, I don’t like it when my soon to be star of the roaster gets attacked by a jealous ex.” Stephanie growled out lowly. You couldn’t help but to frown.

“But Stephanie, Finn and I never dated. I… I.” You inhaled a breath and exhaled slowly. “I cheated on Seth with Finn.” You mumbled shamefully. You didn’t want to confess it to your boss, you didn’t want any more people knowing but somehow the whole roaster found out and so did the Wwe Universe. “Am I… Am I getting fired?” You squealed, forcing the words out as your throat was tightening up. You felt like you wanted to cry, your heart was pounding as you got cold sweats. “I didn’t mean for any of this, I didn’t mean to hurt Seth, I didn’t mean to offend this company, I didn’t mean to offend you two.” You explained, fresh tears streaming down your cheeks. You quickly wiped them, it was already bad enough that you were showing how weak you were, but at least they didn’t think you were some cold-hearted bitch.

“Y/n,” Mick began. “everyone in the roaster makes mistakes, Randy Orton was the youngest to hold the heavyweight championship, he let the power go to his head. He used drugs and cheated on his wife with many women while traveling, but with a little help he got back on the right track. Nikki Bella got breast implants and I know sometimes she regrets it. There’s so many mistakes everyone has made, I think I’ve listed enough since some are very private, like Mr. Orton’s story but it’s true. You just need a fresh start.” Mick explained, you knew he was a kind hearted man but you didn’t know where he was going with this.

“So, I’m not getting fired?” You asked, letting out breath. You quickly frowned. “I’m going to TNA, aren’t I?” You despised TNA, the company was sketchy as fuck and it didn’t help that they were kicked off the air and now have to film their events then publish it on the internet to keep ‘ratings’.

Stephanie couldn’t help but to laugh. “No, we would never send one of our superstars over there without their permission. We talked to my brother and Daniel about you transferring over to SmackDown. We were going to suspend you for a little while but my brother begged us to have you go on his show.” Stephanie shrugged, she didn’t know what her brother’s plans were for you and neither did Mick.

“So, I’m being transferred over to Smackdown?” You asked wanting to make sure if you heard everything right.

Stephanie nodded, her hands together. “This is your second chance, don’t mess this up or you will be fired.” Stephanie warned.

You nodded graciously, “Thank you, thank you for this second chance.”

“Don’t thank me, thank my brother.” She said. “Safe travels, they’re in Florida. They’ll be in North Carolina next week. Shane wants you to be there ready for the show.” Stephanie informed. You nodded at the new information and left with it.

You ignored people and their glares towards you, you quickly went to the women’s locker room, changing into your street clothes and leaving for North Carolina.

“Seth.” You giggled softly as he kissed your shoulder, his hands on your waist and started to rub up your body. “I’m trying to take a shower.” You squirmed in his grip as he made his way up your neck, kissing behind your ear. He knew just the right places that made you melt. His free hand came up to your wet breast, cupping it. You arched your back, pressing your bum up against his hardening cock.

“Fucking hell, y/n.” Seth moaned lowly, his right hand slowly running down your body and rubbing your clit in slow circles. Turning you around so now the warm water was hitting your back. He pulled you into a kiss. “Happy Valentines’ day baby, I love you so much.” He mumbled against your lips. “Come on, let’s take this to the bedroom.” He purred, his hands going down your wet body and gripping your ass. You couldn’t help but to giggle and kiss him once more but quickly pulled away, teasing him.

You quickly woke up, panting. Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes and trying to get your vision to focus. It was only a dream, you sighed heavily and popped your back. The back seats of the rental car was very uncomfortable. Since you didn’t make much money like the other wrestlers like Seth, Finn, Sasha and more you couldn’t afford to get a hotel every night, so were at a rest stop in North Carolina, you were close to arena where Smack Down was going to be taken place at. Looking around it was still dark, you grabbed your phone to see notifications from twitter, Instagram and a few texts messages from family. 5:37 am it read on top of your screen. The  sun was about to rise any minute. You grunted as you climbed out of the back seat of the car, sighing heavily as your panties were drenched. “Stupid emotions, stupid dream, stupid Seth.” You mumbled, you hated how you were so attracted to the man, but your heart couldn’t help it. He was your first serious relationship. Sighing you placed your bare feet on the cold concrete. You stretched your arms, letting out a tired moan. Rolling your shoulders, popping them and sighed out in relief. They weren’t wrong in NXT, how wrestling would damage your body.

You went to the back of the car, opening up the trunk and grabbed your things. You quickly brushed your teeth and put on your shoes. You changed your shirt but left your sweats on. You didn’t mind changing out in public, you had a bra on so it was okay,  you wrestled half naked for crying out loud. You ran your fingers through your h/c hair and sighed. Getting into your car and letting it run for a little bit. Soft music played out of the speakers, grabbing your phone you scrolled through the messages, lots of hate mail from fans about the whole Seth and Finn drama. You couldn’t believe that this was still going on, you just wish that it went away.

You checked your text messages and smiled softly to see you got one from your mom. ‘Hey honey, just checking in. I know you’re busy travel and all but you hardly check in anymore! I hope you are okay, kisses to you and Seth!’ She sent a kissy face emoji after. You frowned when you read the last part of the text. Kisses to you and Seth. Man, you really haven’t checked in lately to tell her the news about Seth. You bit your lip, debating if you should text her back or not. ‘She’s your mother, you better reply.’ Your subconscious was screaming out. You sighed, resting your head on the steering wheel, you didn’t know what to say.

‘Hey mom, sorry I’ve been busy. You know how this company is, work, work, work. I’m about to hit the road again, I’ll call you when I get to the hotel tonight. Love you.’ You hit three red heart emoji’s and clicked send. You put the car in drive and exit out of the resting area and hit the highway.

You were exhausted and tired of sitting in the car for hours to get to your destination. Waddling out of a gas station with a cup of coffee in your hand, it wasn’t no Starbucks, but it’ll do.”Is that.. Oh my god, it is!” You jumped to hear someone screaming. You looked over to see two teenagers running towards you. “Y/n, y/n! Could my sister and I have a picture and a autograph?” The boy asked.

The older sister elbowed her brother in the ribs. “Dude, be cool.” She mumbled. The boy smiled weakly with a sharpie out, his hand shaking.

You smiled softly at the two siblings. “Well sure thing.” You said, you were happy to have fans like this still. The boy handed his phone to his sister and posed next to you, you kissed is cheek. You could feel his face heat up at your actions. “Me next!” The sister squealed. She handed her brother her phone and quickly hugged you, her brother snapped a picture and the girl pulled away. “Thank you so much, my brother and I big fans.” She smiled widely.

“Thank you, I’m glad I still have super fans like you two.”

“Is it because of the whole Seth Rollins and Finn Balor thing?” The brother blurted out. He soon grunted as his sister punched him hard in the shoulder. You frowned and sighed out heavily.

“Yeah, yeah that’s why.” You mumbled. “Listen, I have to go. I hope to see you guys at the show tonight.” You waved, walking towards your car.

“Hey, Y/n?” The girl called out, you stopped in your tracks and turned your head. “Thing’s will get better, I just know it.” She smiled widely, you couldn’t help but to smile too.

“I sure do hope so, kid.” You said.

“Austin, Emma. We’re leaving!” A girl that was a little bit older than the two called out, must have been there sister.

“Bye, Y/n!” The two yelled and rushed towards the car. You walked towards your black SUV and sat in the driver’s seat. Maybe this transfer to Smack Down was good for you, what’s the worst that can happen?

Tags: @laziestgirlintheworld

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Note: This story is remastered, I'm thinking about touching it up and continuing it again? Not totally sure though!

Seth Rollins' Masterlist

[beanbagstab]

Sonamy week 2023💙💖

Day5: competition

The score is even… for now

[queensabriel]

The entire Silm fandom seeing those two wrestling guys:

[bakanokiwami]

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Locked fanworks aren't included in the count because Wayback Machine can’t view those, only Ao3 users can.

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[sydsaint]

You're still champion of my heart baby <3

Summary: Tyler faces his toughest fight yet against Chris Jericho with PLE implications. Luckily for him, Tyler's girlfriend isn't above getting her hands dirty in order to help her man win.

You finish up your match against Emi Sakura, managing to earn a quick win against the Japanese legend. After celebrating in with a few fans on your way up the ramp, you head back to the locker room to see if Tyler's left yet.

"Ty? You in here?" You announce yourself as you come through the locker room door.

"Yeah." Tyler replies dryly from somewhere inside the locker room. "You beat, Emi?" He asks you as you shut the door behind you.

You snort and nod. "Course I did, look at who you're talking to." You laugh.

"Right." Tyler laughs with you.

You clean up some excess sweat from your body and throw on a shirt over your ring gear while Tyler idles on his phone like usual.

"Shouldn't you be headed out to the ring to talk with Jericho's annoying ass?" You ask Tyler after you're done changing.

"Yeah, unfortunately." Tyler nods. "I can't believe that he went and whined to my dad." He grumbles.

You snort and agree. "Look at who you're talking about, Ty." You remind him. "Jericho is a total snake. And he's ugly so,"

"You did warn me." Tyler nods. "I'm headed out. Wanna walk with me?" He asks you.

"Sure." You shrug and head over to the door.

Tyler pulls open the door for you and the two of you head down to the tunnel. You stop right at the tunnel entrance and watch Tyler head through it. You hang back since you know that he doesn't need you for this. Not with a shmuck like Chris Jericho.

You hang around backstage and watch the confrontation in the ring from the monitors set up in various places. You roll your eyes at Chris' arrogance, silently praying that Tyler just decks him.

"Oh what the fuck!?" You curse the air when Jericho decides to take a shot at Taz.

Tyler handles the situation, getting into Chris's face. But your worry for Taz gets the better of you. You head down to the ring from the back way so you don't take the spotlight away from Tyler.

"Taz!" You rush over to his side as he carefully rolls out of the ring. "Are you alright?" You help him down to the floor.

"Yeah, I'm alright, kid." Taz assures you, but you notice that his knee is obviously bothering him.

You set a cautious and gentle hand on Taz's shoulder and walk with him back over to the commentary table. Tyler takes a second to glance your way and you flash him a quick thumbs up. Ty nods at your assuring gesture and goes right back to getting in Jericho's face.

"You sure that you're okay, Taz?" You ask Taz again once he's at down.

"I'm good." Taz nods. "Come on, give me some credit, kid. I ain't quite that old yet." He chuckles. "But I appreciate the concern."

You nod and slink back around the tunnel to the backstage area to wait for Tyler to come back.

A few minutes later Tyler comes stomping through the tunnel with a foul air about him. You walk over to him and try your best to tame the beast before he thinks about doing something drastic.

"Tyler! Hey!" You rush over to Tyler's side.

"Is my dad alright?" Tyler asks you, venom in his tone.

You nod and put a hand on Tyler's arm. "Yeah, he said that he was okay." You assure him. "Come on, let's head back to the locker room and get our stuff so we can get out of here." You give his arm a small tug away from the tunnel since Chris is still out in the ring.

"Thanks for going out there and checking on him, YN." Tyler relaxes a little bit.

"Yeah, of course." You nod and begin pulling him along. "And hey, you'll get another shot at kicking Jericho's ass, okay? In the ring. Properly." You glance his way while you're walking with him.

Tyler's jaw clenches in frustration. "He's lucky that I didn't lay him out right then and there." He insists.

"I know, baby." You rub Tyler's arm, still making sure to put as much distance between him and anything Chris Jericho related as possible.

Sunday night rolls around and it's time for Dynasty. You're not scheduled for a match on the card so you opt to hang around backstage and provide Tyler with all the support that he needs tonight.

Tyler's been in a foul mood since Wednesday, and if you weren't a hater then you'd be fearing for Chris Jericho's well being right now.

"You want me out there with you?" You ask Tyler while he's getting ready for his match.

"Nah." Tyler shakes his head. "I can do this by myself." He assures you. "Can you maybe hang with my dad on commentary though?" He asks you.

You nod, surprised that Ty seems worried about his dad. "Yeah, sure." You pull your shoes back on while Tyler finishes getting ready.

The time comes for Tyler's match and the two of you head out. You let Tyler do his entrance by himself and go the back way down to the commentary table. Taz pulls up a chair for you to sit next to him in, but you decline his offer of a headset.

Chris saunters out to the ring after Tyler with his usual smug aura. You roll your eyes at the challenger as he passes the commentary desk but remain in your seat.

The bell rings and the match gets underway, and just like you suspected. It doesn't take long for the bout to get violent. You sit in silence next to Taz while Tyler and Chris go at it beating the crap out of one-another. You wince each time Chris uses a dirty tactic to try and get the upper hand and your anger grows with each second.

"Oh no." Taz slips his headset off his head once Chris retrieves his metal bat from where he was stashing it under the ring.

Tyler barely managed to kick-out of Jericho's last pinning attempt. So you know if Chris lands this than it's over for your boyfriend.

"Oh, fuck no!" You jump out of your seat and slip past Taz.

You rush around the ring and shove Jericho to the floor while's he's got his back turned away from you. Chris's bat goes flying out of his hands and you pick it up.

"Ty might be to proud to be a cheater, Chris." You stare down Jericho as he gets to his feet slowly. "But I'm not like my boyfriend."

You swing the bat at Jericho and it collides with his head. The blow instantly crumples Chris to his knees and you drop the bat. Tyler finally stirs in the ring so you haul Jericho's fat ass up and roll him into the ring before calmly walking back over to the commentary table.

You are met by Taz who looks at you with adoration like you've never seen on the man's face before.

In the ring, Tyler gets to his feet and locks in REDRUM on Chris, not that it's need after your handwork. Aubrey calls a stop to the match after checking on Chris and the bell rings. You pluck the FTW championship from it's perch at the timekeepers area and make your way into the ring.

Tyler lifts himself back to his feet again and you hand his championship back to him. "I knew you could do it." You smile at him and lift his hand in the air in victory.

"Thanks for the help, babe." Tyler whispers to you, secretly proud that you didn't let any of Chris's bullshit slide.

The crowd cheers for Tyler and you hear Taz mention you back at the commentary table proudly. Chris Jericho has been silenced and all is right in the world again.

[hooksignal]

Being a wrestling fan is wanting to be put in several submissions positions just to crack your back and maybe, just maybe, relieve your back pain

Just by seeing this gif I swear I can hear the soul of my back crack-

[pierrottrap]

CM STAG

[mrsarcherofinfamy]

●Logan Paul x Reader●

Summary: You are a commentator for Smackdown. Logan comes out during Austin Theory's match.

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*Y/N's POV*

Sitting at the commentary table with my colleagues Corey Graves and Wade Barrett, we are getting prepared for Austin Theory vs Randy Orton. Randy makes his way down to the ring while Grayson and Austin are standing infront of the commentary table.

"Looks like Randy Orton means business tonight!"

"He definitely does Y/N! He has been wanting to get his hands on Austin for awhile."

I go to say something but get cut off by someone's theme song blaring over the arena. I look at the monitor seeing Logan Paul making his way down to the ring and walking over to the commentary table high fiving Grayson and Austin. He sits down next to me as I grab him a headset. He looks over at me grabbing the headset and puts it on.

"Nobody told me I would be sitting next to such beauty."

I giggle and look down trying to hide my blush. Wade and Corey start laughing at Logan and I look back over at him. He winks at me and turns back to watching the match. We continue calling the match with Logan making mean comments towards Randy. Randy rolls out of the ring and starts moving stuff off the table. I stand up along with Logan and he grabs my waist with one hand pulling my back into his chest.

"Don't worry. I gotchu babygirl. You ain't gonna get hurt."

I gulp hearing him call me babygirl which gives me butterflies in my stomach. Randy lifts up Austin and drops him on the table on his back.

"Oh man. That looks like it hurts."

Randy grabs Austin and throws him back in the ring when Grayson tries to get involved. Randy grabs him and drops him on the table as well.

"Oh man. Poor Waller."

We all sit back down at the table and Logan looks over at me not seeing Randy rolling out of the ring.

"Logan. Logan!"

I try to warn him but Randy grabs Grayson and throws him into Logan causing his chair to tip over and his head hit the barricade. Randy climbs back into the ring and I look over at Logan who is trying to stand back up. He stands up, grabs his U.S. championship and hands it to me.

"Hold on to this for me sweetcheeks. I'll be right back."

I take the belt, put it on my lap and watch him run into the ring. He goes to punch Randy in the face but Randy is to quick and RKO's him in the middle of the ring. Logan rolls to the outside and without a second thought, I take my headset off and walk over to him laying infront of the commentary table. Randy picks up the win and heads to the back. I kneel down next to Logan putting my hand on his head.

"Logan. Are you okay?"

He slowly looks up at me and smiles a little seeing his championship on my shoulder. He sits up looking at me while I rub his head.

"You look damn good with my championship on your shoulder. Maybe I can convince Nick that you should be my manager."

I laugh and lightly push his head causing him to laugh. I stand up and I help him stand up. He looks down at me and smiles putting his hands out. I hand him his championship back looking up at him.

"We should go out some time. My treat."

"I would like that."

He leans down, kisses my cheek than walks to the back. I smile putting my hand on my cheek making my way back to the commentary table.

"What was that Y/N?"

"I got myself a date."

[wrestlingdivas2k23]

[mr-fischoeders-enbyboyfriend]

So knuckles was at a wrestling event to promote the new knuckles series and just this picture I found

[candycodena]

Shawn to Hunter:

[slam-and-bam]

This is a Big E Langston appreciation post

I love this silly dude sm, I want to hug him so bad

[moonsaultzine]

MOONSAULT IS LIVE!

After months of wonderful work, MOONSAULT, a pro wrestling charity art anthology, is finally here! 20 incredible pages of community artists' work for just $10, all to fund direct action for trans rights in the UK with Transgender Action Block, with an extra $15 tier for awesome artist goodies! We hope you enjoy all of the incredible work that's gone into this zine <3

[cover art by @p3rcht]

[the-kipsabian]

wrestling fic writers!!

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[sydsaint]

My fav shithead old man <3

Summary: Fed up with listening to Drew talking shit about her man, reader confronts Mcintyre about his big mouth. Against Punk's wishes, of course.

Raw is hosting it's final show before what is set to be a record-breaking WrestleMania weekend. You are hanging out backstage with a few girlfriends after your match with Indi Hartwell near the start of the show.

You are listening to Liv Morgan vent about Becky and Rhea when you spot Drew Mcintyre enter the room from catering. Your jaw clenches involuntary and Liv notices the fire in your eyes.

"YN? You alright?" Liv tilts her head at you.

"Hmm?" You turn your attention back on Liv. "Yeah, its nothing." You nod absently, attention back on the other side of the room.

Liv turns around and sees Drew talking with someone on the other side of the room. "Oh, Drew." She nods to herself before turning back to you.

"Yeah, Drew." You confirm, venom dripping in your tone as you continue to mean-mug the Scot afar. "Sorry, Liv." You turn back to her after a minute.

"Its alright." Liv shrugs. "I get it. Drew's been running his mouth about your man. I'd be pissed too."

Your sour expresion softens and you nod. "Phil's arm is almost healed up." You smile to yourself. "And when he's back to his usual self, Drew will get what he deserves." You glance back over at Drew one last time. "Though I do have half a mind to go over there and knock him down a peg myself." You mumble to yourself.

"Oh! That'd be fun to see!" Liv giggles, being her usual chaotic self.

"Don't encourage me." You huff, eyes back on Drew.

Eventually your intense gaze manages to catch Drew's attention. Mcintyre meets your gaze and a smug smile warps onto his face. You roll your eyes at him, which prompts Drew to come sauntering over to you and Liv.

"Oh god." You clench your teeth. "Liv, please tell me not to hit him if he comes over here." You ask her.

"Mmm, no promises." Liv giggles and winks at you.

Drew comes sauntering over to the two of you, making a point to come to a stop in front of you.

"Afternoon, Liv." Drew greets Morgan first. "Always a pleasure seeing you around." He smiles at her.

"Hi, Drew." Liv waves at Mcintyre with a mischievous grin. "YN and I were just talking about you." She looks over at you and giggles.

You shoot Liv a glare as Drew turns toward you. "Is that so?" He quirks a brow at you. "So, CM Punk's lady likes to run her mouth just like her man then?" He taunts you.

"Yeah, sure." You roll your eyes. "I run my mouth about shit that doesn't concern me." You fire back, your gaze fixed on Drew's stupid meme shirt regarding your husbands squashed WrestleMania plans.

Drew huffs a breath from his nose, his nostrils flaring up in your face. "I'd watch my mouth if I were you, little lass." He warns you. "Your loser hypocrite of a husband ain't here to protect you." He reminds you.

"I don't need any man to protect me." You snap back at Drew, chest puffed out. "Especially from some whiny little bitch that had to get his kicks dogging on my man just so he could stay relevant."

"Ooo!" Liv coos behind you.

Drew chuckles and stares down at you. "And tell me, little lass? Who's got a title match this weekend?" He taunts you.

"Fuck you." You growl at Mcintyre.

Drew chuckles again and walks off. You watch him saunter off and your anger and disdain for the man only grows. Liv puts a hand on you after Drew is gone so you turn back to her.

"Well, that was super fun!" Liv giggles.

"Yeah, loads." You huff. "Im headed back to the locker room. Catch you later, Liv." You give her a quick hug before heading off.

Later in the night you return to your hotel room where your husband is waiting for you.

"Phil? Sweetie? Im back." You announce yourself as you come through the door.

"Hey! There's my breadwinner wife!" Punk calls back to you from where he's lounging on the bed. "How was Raw? I saw you beat Indi." He adds.

You shut the door and lug your bag over to the foot of the bed. You drop your bag with a heavy sigh and plop down onto the bed.

"Work was fine." You explain. "I mostly just hung out with Liv after my match. Nothing special." You close your eyes and allow yourself to relax a bit.

"Nothing special, huh?" Punk replies and scoots down to you. He runs a hand through your hair, smiling down at you. "So you don't consider getting into it backstage with Drew Mcintyre nothing special then?"

You open your eyes and find Phil looking down at you. "How'd you find out about that?" You ask him.

"I have my people." Phil shrugs. "I do vaguely recall asking you to leave Drew to me though." He reminds you.

"I know." You sigh. "And I was trying, I swear." You insist with a sigh. "But I see him walking around backstage like some self-assured dickhead wearing that idiotic shirt." You huff. "And I hear all the stuff he says about you. And I just can't keep quiet. Okay?"

Phil smiles to himself and nods. He runs his hands through your hair again and shakes his head at you. "And that is one of the many reasons that I love you." He leans down and kisses your forehead. "But come on, YN. There was a reason I asked you to leave it alone."

"I'm sorry, babe." You frown. "Mcintyre just irks me so much." You huff. "God I can't wait to watch you kick his ass." You look back up at Punk.

"Imagine how excited I am." Phil chuckles and you watch him slide off the bed and come around to your side. "Get those off." He gestures to your clothes. "I know that you've got to be sore after that match with Indi. So i'll run you a bath." He explains before heading to the bathroom.

You close your eyes again and smile to yourself. "I love you!" You call out to Punk. "Best husband ever!" You shout with a laugh.

You hear Punk chuckle from the bathroom. "Pretty sure I'm the lucky one!" He shouts back at you. "And I love you too, sweetie!"

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