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Alden vs Gris ~ Alden Parker
There was only one thing that worried you about moving in with Alden; how your cat Gris was going to react to the new apartment. Morever, Gris and Alden weren't the best of friends. Your lovely boyfriend had tried everything to make a friend out of your furry baby, but Gris wasn't accommodating to your man at all.
You had saved Gris from the street when he was just a few weeks old. You fed him with a bottle at first, and the little thing automatically saw you as its mom. A role you happily took, and would fulfill until the end. You had learned to deal with Gris' separation anxiety, and things were mostly alright. But from the moment, you brought Alden to your place, your pet started to misbehave towards him.
Hissing at Alden, scratching him, peeing in his shoes, sitting on his face while he was asleep. Gris did it all. Over time, your cat calmed down a little, and there were times he'd just ignore Alden, and you both took it as wins.
But things were changing again.
The first day in Alden's place - and your new place - Gris refused to explode and just stayed by your feet, or meowed until you picked him up. "Let's give him a tour." Alden offered. And while you were carrying your cat in your arms, your boyfriend was showing him the entire apartment. A mentioned at some point how stupid he felt, but you dismissed it and told him how adorable he was.
That night, you and Alden weren't able to cuddle and enjoy your first night in your shared place, as Gris refused to let go of you. "He's cockblocking me again." Alden growled and you laughed.
"Since when are you using that term?"
"I might have complained about Gris to Torres."
"It worries me that Torres is becoming your confidant. Not sure he's full of great advice." You giggled.
"Considering that he told me to put something in Gris' food to make him sleep, I can tell you he is not."
"Don't you ever, Parker."
"I wouldn't." He tried to pet Gris' head but the little thing immediately hissed. "You're a mean thing."
Gris didn't like the change and his way of saying it was... to ruin Alden's plants and flowers. Everyday, you'd find one of them down on the floor, pot destroyed and soil everywhere. The worst was when he went to bed while being full of dirt. You tried to hide it from Alden at first, but he quickly realized that things were happening in his greenhouse. "Baby, we have a problem."
"What's up?"
"Either we have a thief who's only interested in my plants, or a ghost who makes them disappear. Or--"
You could tell he was suspicious about the real reason when he stared down at Gris who was by your feet. "Okay, I'm sorry, Gris is clearly taking it out on your plants. I should've told you, but --"
Alden walked over to you, making sure not to step on your pet. He softly cradled your face. "I'm not your ex, sweetheart. I won't ask you to choose between me and Gris." He kissed you. "Obviously, I'd prefer if this little thing could understand that I'm not his enemy, but he's not there yet and that's okay."
You let out a breath, and kissed him again. "I don't know what to do to make him like you."
"Clearly I can't seduce him like I seduced you." He smirked.
"The problem would've been solved a long time ago." You joked.
Gris was meowing at your first, wanting your attention. Alden sighed, stuck his tongue at Gris and kissed you again.
"Let's keep the greenhouse closed until further notice."
#ncis#alden parker#alden parker imagine#alden parker fanfic#alden parker x reader#ncis fanfiction#ncis imagine
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When I was 10 years old, my family broke apart.
My parents got divorced. My dad worked during the weekdays, and went out and drank the weekends. My mum focused on her new boyfriend. My oldest brother was away in the Army. My second brother who was 14yo dealt with the mess in his own way; never being home.
And there was me. Alone, losing all my markers, feeling abandoned by the four people I loved the most. I was the weird kid at school, with not many friends. The kids I got along with were just classmates.
So yeah, wrestling literally saved my life. It became everything to me. And honestly, I don't know what would've happened if I hadn't discovered it. Even over the following years, I would have really dark thoughts but wrestling was always my silver lightning.
This was in 2006, when Triple H and Shawn Michaels reformed DX. I don't care what people thought about this return. They made a 10yo girl laugh when she didn't know why she was still on this earth. They comforted me. They gave me something to hold onto, something to be excited about. They saved me.
So, to pro wrestling, HHH and Shawn; thank you.

when everything is going to shit at least i can put on pro wrestling 💗
#pro wrestling#wwe#wrestling saved me#my story#my sad story#things are better now#but my mental health isn't always great#cause childhood traumas#and maybe undiagnosed autism#I don't understand the world i live in#anyways#peace out
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(went with the pictures I already had)








Gorgeous man appreciation post—I’ll start!

Jump in and appreciate whoever you’d like!
@alonso14 @bullet-prooflove @crazymaryt @chicagomedmadness @deanarcherswife @elo42 @novamariestark @orlaogden @toby-35 @withlove-amber and whoever else would like to.
#paul levesque#triple h#shawn michaels#scott hall#sean waltman#kevin nash#pedro pascal#gary cole#damian priest#billy burke#steve austin#raul esparza
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This is one of the most amazing things I've seen in wrestling. Everything about this just works perfectly. So many things I wanna say and yet, I don't wanna bother. We're all feeling the same way I'm sure.
Windham Rotunda, Bray, your legacy will live on forever, and so will you in our hearts. 🖤
“They’re Here”
Monday Night RAW - 17/06/2024
#bray wyatt#wwe#the wyatt family#windham rotunda#the fiend#wrestling#wwe raw#wyatt 6#uncle howdy#taylor rotunda#nikki cross#dexter lumis#erick rowan#joe gacy
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The Outsider ~ Alden Parker
"Mom, I'm sure that doctor is a nice guy, but I'm not interested in meeting him."
"He's not just nice, he's perfect--"
"Then marry him!" At this point, you were getting really annoyed and almost angry. It wasn't the first time you were having this conversation - fight - with your mother. Ever since you were old enough to date seriously, she's been trying to fix you up with guys she judges to be suitable. Unfortunately - to her -, your taste in men doesn't match hers. You only introduced her to one of your boyfriends and she obviously disapproved of him. She did everything to make both of you break up, which happened eventually but for different reasons. And you knew she would never approve of your current boyfriend, an older, divorced federal agent.
She just gave you a death stare following your comment, before continuing her argument. "I showed him pictures of you, you're exactly his type of women, you can't--"
"Oh my god, do you realize how creepy this is? This is the 21st century, mom!"
"You will meet him and trust me, you'll fall--"
At this very moment, your front swung open as Alden let himself in. "Awesome, you didn't give me fake keys--" the word 'keys' got caught up in his throat as he noticed the woman standing in the middle of your living area. "Hi!" He said sheepishly, unsure of who the woman was - even though he had a pretty good idea.
"Who is that?" Your mother asked you.
There was no way you could lie about this, and you didn't really want to anyway. "Mom, this is Alden, my--boyfriend. Den, this is my mother, M/N."
Putting the keys down, he approached your mother with his hand extended. "Nice to meet you, ma'am." But she didn't shake his hand, just looked at you.
"This is a joke, right? Are you doing this to piss me off?" Alden retrieved, coming back by your side. You wrapped your arm around his waist, and leaned your head on his shoulder.
"No joke. He's my man, I love him and I'd appreciate it if you just respected that."
"How old is he?"
"Ma'am, I'm right here. You can talk to me." He spoke up. "Yes I am older than your daughter, and it can be disturbing for you, but I genuinely love her. All I want is her happiness, and I can assure you that--"
"Okay, this is sweet talk, but I don't really care. You cannot date a man who's obviously my age, and your dad's!"
"I can, and I am. And I'd like to enjoy the evening with him, so--"
"We will be talking about this with your father."
Once she was gone, you let yourself fall onto the couch with a sigh. "The next few weeks are going to be a nightmare."
"That bad?" Alden took off his jacket and turtleneck, leaving him in a white v-neck t-shirt. He sat down next to you, softly stroking your face and hair.
"The entire family will be aware of it and everyone of them will have something to say."
"I'm starting to understand why you don't talk much about your family." He softly kissed your temple, bringing you against his chest. "It may take time but maybe they--"
"Don't count on it." You lifted up your head to look at him in the eyes. "Do you think you can face the backlash?"
"I always face the consequences of my actions." He smirked and kissed you.
It started the next day. Your grandparents trying to call you multiple times, your father asking you to come over in the evening through text, your brother joking about the drama you created 'again'. Seemed like the extended family didn't know just yet, which relieved you a little.
You sent the screenshot of your father's text to Alden, asking him his opinion on whether you should go or not, and to your surprise, he said he'd go with you if you wanted. On some levels, you wanted him there, and you appreciated his support very much, but at the same time, you didn't want to witness it. You didn't want him to see that side of your family and most importantly, the side of you they bring out.
But as the day went by, you felt so anxious about meeting your parents that you accepted your boyfriend's offer.
As he was driving the both of you to their place, you tried to warn him as much as possible. The things they'd probably say, the threats, the mean stuff, your past. You also told him that you could be mean too, if they get you frustrated and angry. "Being your parents doesn't give them every right. You're allowed to fight back." He assured you, kissing your hand softly.
"Please, Alden, just don't let them get into your head. Okay?" He could see in your eyes that this was your biggest fear.
"The only person who should have a problem with my age is you and luckily, you don't. So, I don't really care about the others, even your parents."
"I love you so much."
"Love you more."
Inside the house, your parents were patiently waiting at the dining table. They refused any form of greetings, from you and Alden. You didn't bother to sit down, just stood at the end of the table with your man by your side. "He was not invited." Your father said.
"But he's concerned, isn't he?"
"More like, he's the problem." Your mother retorted.
You heard Alden whispered "wow" under his breath.
"No darling," your father told your mother. "Your daughter is the problem, she's always been. This is just her ultimate provocation, isn't it?" He rhetorically asked you.
"So, me falling in love with someone is a provocation?"
"You cannot fall in love with someone old enough to be your parent."
"Look sir--" Alden tried, but your father immediately raised his hand as a way to dismiss him.
"I'm not talking to you, don't talk to me."
This was what sent you off. "I don't know why I bothered. Let's go, babe."
"If you leave this house with this man, don't ever come back. And I'm taking you off my will, or so will your grandparents."
"I think I was 15, the first time I told all of you that I didn't give a shit about your money! Am I still on it so you can threaten me with it? Cause it never worked and it never will. I'm not mom, dad." From the corner of your eyes, you saw your mother fuming. It infuriated her every time you subtly brought out that she agreed to marry your father so she'd keep her money.
"I told you that if you made a comment like that again, you'd be out of this family for good."
Without saying another word, you grabbed Alden's hand and walked out.
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Alden brought you a warm cup of tea, and settled under the blanket with you. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders. "How are you feeling?" He asked.
"This was meant to happen someday. I've always been the outsider of this family."
"Maybe, but I feel bad I'm the reason--"
You put a finger on his lips to make him stop talking. "You're the reason for my happiness, Alden. You're the reason I smile every day. You're the reason that for the first time in my life, I'm not afraid of the future. Screw them. I just need you and your love."
He pressed his forehead against yours. "You've got all of me. I give you all."
#ncis#alden parker#alden parker imagine#alden parker fanfic#alden parker x reader#ncis fanfiction#ncis imagine
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My brain is hurting and I'm at the beginning.
#the house of leaves#la maison des feuilles#book#reading#reading time#bookworm#books#mark z danielewski#will i survive this book
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As if I needed to prove that I don't know when to quit:
FMK - NWO EDITION
Spin yo FMK HERE
#i'd marry him in a heartbeat#call me mrs rhodes#there was something about him#fmk#fmk wheel#fmk wrestling#fmk wrestlers
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Sean went back and forth between WWF/E and WCW cause he wanted time with all his parents 🤣❤️
Talking about ships and the Kliq?
Hello!
(i don't actually ship them, but their relationship never stops to amaze me❤️)
[with Kev/Scott & Shawn/Hunter, I guess it makes Sean their kiddo, whose custody they shared 🥹🤣]
I do love the dynamic that Kid is their collective child ❤️😂
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The Mentorship, Part 19

The Mentorship
Characters: Curt Hennig/FemOC , Scott Hall/FemOC
Part 19 of 22 (Parts not chapters, parts length varies)
Warnings/Considerations: Smut, Age Gap, Power Dynamics, Dirty Talk, swearing
Word Count: 3835
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18
Taglist: @writeandsurvive @theweaselandthekilt (DM or comment to be added!)
Brinkley stopped in her tracks, surprised by Scott's voice. She felt nervous, knowing how this must've looked to Scott. She wasn't sure how much she cared if it hurt him or not, remembering his degrading treatment.
“Nothing.” She stated simply, “I needed someone to talk to. Curt was kind enough to listen,” she spoke confidently, though she felt so much smaller than him as he took a step toward her.
Curt did not move from behind her, but was ready to step in if she needed him. He tried to remain visually neutral.
“Did you sleep with him?” Scott accused through gritted teeth.
“Did we sleep in the same room? Yes. Was he a friend when I needed it? Yes. But if you're asking if we fucked? No, Scott, we didn't. And I can't tell you how much I appreciate you not waiting to talk to me about this in private, just in case anyone else in the house wanted to know.” The more she spoke the angrier she got, the more bold she got, the louder she got. Her confidence seemed to crack Scott’s exterior a little, “Hell, maybe I should have if you're gonna think I did anyway,”
The last words made Curt feel uncomfortable and Scott noticed. His memory from the night before was fuzzy, but he recalled being angry with her, he was just unsure why.
“Brinkley…I'm sorry, you gotta know how it looks to me,” Scott took another step toward her.
“I can understand how it looks. But I'm telling you what happened. Believe me, don't believe me. I really don't care.” She rolled her eyes and walked past him into the room, feeling more emboldened by the second.
Curt was shocked at her gall, exchanging surprised looks with Scott.
A few moments later, Scott followed Brinkley into his room, the chair in his room triggering a memory from last night.
“Are you mad at me about something?” Scott was the one lacking confidence now, sitting on the edge of the freshly stripped mattress.
“Why would I be mad?” She vollied back with an iciness in her tone.
“Obviously, I upset you. I was hoping you might help me remember why,” he kept his tone even, not used to her not being putty in his hands.
“Oh did you forget? Did you get wasted and forget what happened?” She spat at him as she spun around from pulling clothes out of her suitcase, “isn't that convenient,” she stalked to the bathroom. She'd be damned if she let him see her naked at this point.
Scott had never seen her like this. He had to admit, she was even more attractive when she was assertive, but he felt like something bigger than he realized must've happened. He walked over to the closed bathroom door.
“Brinkley,” he knocked gently, “please talk to me. Tell me what I did. Can I at least try to make it right?” He was met with silence on the other side of the door. He leaned back against the frame as another fuzzy memory filtered through his mind.
He remembered throwing her over the chair. He remembered the look in her eyes, slightly fearful of him. It made his stomach turn now. He remembered demanding she call him ‘daddy’ and how timidly she responded.
He remembered saying he owned her.
He remembered how coldly he'd treated her after. Leaving her sitting there, still naked without a kind word or touch. He could understand her being upset. He wondered how much she'd confided in Curt.
It wouldn’t have been the worst thing he’d ever done when drunk. At least she didn’t tell him no and he’d ignored her. He hoped that was the case at least.
She opened the door and walked right by him without a look.
“I think I know why you're mad,” he took a couple steps in her direction, rubbing his palms together nervously, “Last night was kind of a blur,”
“Aw, do you remember now? Did you have a rough night? Poor baby,” she feigned concern, roughly packing her clothes away.
Scott felt himself break out in a cold sweat. He'd never known Brinkley to be this upset. He couldn't very well blame her, but he was feeling more and more desperately hopeful she'd let him try to fix it.
“Did…did I force you?” He asked, bracing himself for a verbal and perhaps physical onslaught. Hearing no response initially, he carefully looked toward her. The betrayal in her face felt like a gut punch.
“Not entirely. But I'm not sure if I only said yes because I was worried my consent didn't matter,” she answered honestly, “I've never been treated like that, Scott. And I can't do anything about your hangups with me and Curt. But it wasn't like I lied about it, you knew all about us. And I feel like you're punishing me for something I can't change,” she tried not to ramble but so much was building up behind her frustration.
“I'm sorry that I scared you,” he responded gently.
His tone surprisingly angered her. How could he be so considerate and understanding now when last night he was so cruel and unforgiving?
“I'm not the most stable guy, Brink, I don't think that's any big secret…but I think the pressure of hiding it got to me. And that's still on me. Not you.” He cleared his throat.
His calmness was nearly infuriating. She wished she didn't feel such ire, but she knew she was justified.
“I don't know if I ever want you to touch me again,” she said flatly, but had to look away from him, unable to cope with the vulnerable look in his eyes.
Scott felt dread wash over him. He'd kept telling himself that it was too good to be true, that it'd fall apart like everything else. He'd wished the opposite, but couldn't deny that he architected that exact reality to perfection.
“I'm really sorry you feel that way. I would like to try to make it right, if I can. If you'd let me try.” He felt the sting of hypocrisy, having pledged to nearly kill Curt and he'd only grabbed her arm. He was feeling a bit of desperation in salvaging what he could of their relationship.
He felt his heart aching and he knew he'd loved her for far longer than he'd allowed himself to admit.
“I just…I don't know, Scott. I'm really…I'm just so…so mad at you! And at myself for still being here having this conversation with you instead of walking out and getting as far away from you as I can. And I can't do that because I feel like it's going to literally rip my fucking heart out of my chest,” the last words drawing streams of tears down her cheeks. She was desperate for him to comfort her but knew she shouldn't let him.
“Brinkley…” his own voice cracked and she looked at him, his own eyes bloodshot as he tried to swallow the lump in his throat, “Please don't give up on me yet,”
Though tears blurred her vision, she could really see him. He was not a man 20 years her senior, he was just a man. She wasn't the young, inexperienced girl, she was just a woman. She felt as if for once they were equal.
“Scott,” she shook her head, going against her better sense, “I want to trust you again…but I just don't know how,”
Scott felt a surge of hope, all he needed was a chance from her.
“You don't have to do anything. Just let me try,” he hoped to assure her.
“But you have to let this thing with Curt go. He's my best friend. I know things were weird for a while, but I’m not going to stop being his friend,.” She added a stipulation, knowing that making Curt a forbidden fruit would only inflame her hunger.
“I can work on that,” he assured her, “I just ask that you be honest with me in return.” He didn't intend to disallow anything if she'd just agree to stay.
“I've always been honest with you, Scott,” she reminded him. He nodded, scrunching his forehead and he looked downward. She had been, almost to a fault.
“I know you said I can't touch you. I respect that. But…can I at least hold you for just a little bit, just for now?” He asked, hating the pleading tone that he tried to mask.
Brinkley knew she should say no, but she was still pining for the embrace she was denied the night before. She nodded, trying not to sob as he cleared the space between them, quickly pulling her into him and wrapping his arms around her.
“Baby, I am so sorry, I'm such an idiot,” he felt her shaking against him. He could only hope it was anything but fear.
She gripped into the front of his shirt, her fingers curling into the fabric. She felt comforted against his firm chest, by his scent. She knew feeling this way was absurd. But she didn't have the energy to be logical.
“Are you alright? If I hurt you please tell me,” he begged, wishing he never had to let go.
“You didn't. Not physically…” she mumbled against him. In her mind, she wanted to pull away from him just enough to kiss him and let him apologize with his body, but she couldn't let herself.
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The locker room was tense that evening, though they all did well enough to remain professional. No one else could quite put their finger on it, but other than Kevin and Page, the three of them were the only ones who knew that anything was different.
Curt was relieved tonight wasn't a full match. It was against a fill-in jobber, but would be interrupted by a run in. He wasn't sure if he had a whole match in him anyway.
“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked Brinkley as they arrived near the staging area early.
She shrugged, looking as gorgeous as ever but he could tell she was tired.
“You pretty much know the gist of it,” she rotated her head around her neck, trying to stretch her tense muscles, “I just don't know what to do,”
“You think I'm going to tell you what to do?” He had to smirk, “You know I can't do that anymore…girl, you gotta figure this out on your own,” he looked remorseful that might have sounded cold, “as much as I wish I could help you,”
“Just marry me and let's run off to the woods together,” she joked out loud the silly fantasy she used to imagine when she was still sleeping in his guest room.
“In another life, I'd take you up on that,” he replied honestly, “But in this life…not in the cards,”
“I know.” She followed him into the gorilla curtain.
“I want you to know,” he said, his hands holding her face gently in the private, dark space, “regardless of whatever else, I'm really proud of you, Brinkley,” he could feel her smile against his palm, dropping his hands to let her walk out first. She wasn't even phased by the cameras anymore, he noticed. In fact, she seemed to enjoy it.
Brinkley hadn’t talked to Scott at all since leaving the embrace that morning. She didn’t know what else to say to him and making small talk felt pointless. Her hand had felt so bare walking in without him holding it, but so far he’d respected her demands.
As he stalked out to the ring, for once without Kevin, she let her very real nerves show themselves, putting their tense situation to good use. She cut him off at the bottom of the ramp, blocking him from interfering. Scott grinned, his signature cocky smile on full display. It turned her on and she hated it, she let that hate burn through her.
“You better step back,” She loudly announced.
“What are you gonna do, sweetheart? Stop me?” He trivialized her position, “Hennig too chicken shit to fight his own battles? Gotta send in a girl to do a man’s job?”
“Nope, I just take care of all the light work for him,” She criticized him back, pretending to yawn.
Scott pretended to take a deep offense to her words, pinning her against the side of the ring with a hand on either side of the apron. He was as close to her as he could get without touching her, staring her down intensely. She didn’t have to fake the heavy rise and fall of her chest. She tried her best to keep animosity in her eyes instead of desire.
Scott’s face only changed as Curt leaned over the ropes and grabbed a handful of his black hair and pulled him into the ring. She watched as Scott was pulled upwards right in front of her. She slapped the ring, supporting Curt as he held the upper hand against Scott.
She thought of how cathartic it felt to let kayfabe allow her to vent her frustrations. She had to wonder if all the drama in the locker room was easily squashed because they could act out what they wanted in front of the camera and forgive and forget backstage.
But this wasn’t typical backstage politics. It was much more.
With his attention on Scott, the opponent took the opportunity to roll up Curt for a two count, broken up by Brinkley’s interference. The referee called for the bell, ending the match in a disqualification.
Brinkley left Scott in the ring, not looking back as she helped Curt backstage. She wasn’t going to wait for him by the staging area either, but Curt encouraged her to.
“Don’t kick a man while he’s down,” He gently suggested, “He got a couple receipts out there,”
Brinkley was ready to argue, but saw Scott holding his cheek as he emerged from behind the black curtains. She hated that she wanted to help him.
“I’ll find some ice,” She offered, but not warmly at all. She found an ice machine and a towel, wrapping ice in it, remembering the night at Lex’s house where she’d done the same. She’d pulled him outside and doctored him the best she could. She remembered the things he’d said and the memory alone made her shiver.
She didn’t hurry back to the locker room, walking casually and not taking the most efficient route either. But as she returned to the locker room, Curt motioned towards the bathroom. She pushed the door in, seeing Scott leaning forward across the sink, examining the swollen bump under his eye. He saw her in the reflection, looking relieved.
“I brought this for you,” She held up the towel of ice and walked toward him.
“Thank you, that was really thoughtful,” He seemed genuinely appreciative, but didn’t reach out for it, hoping she’d doctor him like she had before. She seemed to contemplate her options for a moment, but did walk up to him, placing the chilled fabric against his cheek.
“You have to stop letting people punch you in the face,” She joked without a smile, pressing slightly to combat the swelling.
“Maybe I should stop doing things that make people want to punch me in the face,” He countered with self depreciation. He could see the corner of her mouth fighting a smirk, “You did really well out there tonight,” He complimented her.
“It’s easy for me when I’m working with really talented people,” She admitted, sitting on the edge of the counter as she continued to hold the ice to his face, “You guys do most of the work,” she shrugged.
“But we don’t carry you like we’ve had to some broads. You’re up there with Sherri, I think anyway,”
“I know you’re just trying to earn brownie points,” She tried to brush off his compliment, “I still want to be mad at you, though,”
“I deserve it,” he turned to face her fully, his legs so nearly touching hers, but he didn’t close the gap, “I want you to be mad at me,”
“You do not. You want me to forgive you and fall into your arms so you can have your own personal sex slave back,” She didn’t feel like mincing words at the moment and if she wanted to feel heard, she would have to say what she felt.
“My what?” He looked at her, confused, “My own personal…what?”
She just scowled back at him, refusing to repeat it, “We both know it's true…” She mumbled, “You just proved it last night, that’s all,”
“But it's not true,” He said more firmly than he meant. He got her attention, her eyes flickering up to his immediately. He didn’t want to be demanding and reinforce any negative thoughts she had about him - but he couldn’t let her trivialize what he felt, “That’s not true at all,”
“Are you sure about that?” She countered, “You know what the road does. It's like this insulated little separate reality. Were you really planning on introducing me to your family? Your girlfriend who’s half your age?”
“Maybe…but we’ve only been together a few weeks, baby girl,” He thought better of the term only after he said it. She glared at him a little, but did not correct him, “If I wasn’t serious about you, I wouldn’t have brought up dating. And then told people about it.”
“Well last night really made me wonder,” She could feel an ache in her throat, but she swallowed it, “Made me feel like I was nothing but a kinky play toy for you that you could just use and dispose of as you pleased,”
“Well…sometimes sex isn’t always gentle and sweet…” He instinctively tried to defend himself, realizing it sounded bad as soon as he said it.
“I’m fully aware of that,” She snapped at him, pressing the ice too firmly making him wince. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, “You really should work on not making people want to punch you in the face… “I know that it can be dirty and mean and fast and slow and everything in between. But I at least want to be in on the idea…” She wasn’t sure how to say what she wanted. She could see herself agreeing to let Scott be that rough, hell even demeaning as long as afterwards he treated her well. Or at least like a human being, “I’d probably role play anything you wanted if you’d just ask me first,”
Scott nodded, willing every gross thought in his mind to keep himself from being aroused.
“I understand. And I can do that from now on,” He agreed quickly, “If there’s still a now on for us…” He asked carefully.
She was quiet as she looked away from his gaze again. Would she really leave him and end it? Was what happened really that bad or just a misunderstanding? Will they ever be able to really trust each other when their first time was a trick threesome?
“Scott…” She started, her thoughts jumbling into an overbearing din, “Do you really even want me?” She asked.
“Are you serious?” He asked genuinely, “I have been literally sick to my stomach all day. There have been women in my life that I really liked having around, but the second they weren’t, I couldn’t have cared less. I’m not always the greatest guy - but the thought of not being with you? I can’t even think about it, Brinkley,” He looked at her with such honesty and sincerity that she could barely stand it, “I don’t know when, how, why it happened, but you got in here,” He tapped his chest with the inside of a closed fist, “I never said it - but I felt it. I know that’s a pretty bullshit thing to say…”
“Just a little,” She interjected.
“But I didn’t want to tell you that and just lose you anyway. Women usually realize what a fuck up I am and take off. Can’t say I didn’t give you the perfect example,” he shrugged.
“I’m not really interested in who you were with other women. It doesn’t pertain to right now,” She said with a wisdom that made him feel foolish, “Just like your mistakes with them don’t either,”
He felt panic in his gut, wondering if she was going to cut him loose.
“Don't make me suffer because of your past when I want to be in your future…” Brinkley slipped her free hand in his as it hung at his side. Her touch startled him, but he squeezed gently.
Relief flooded him so profoundly he almost felt sick to his stomach all over again.
“But,” she wasn't sure her caveat would be well received, “both times I've had problems…you guys have been drinking,” she didn't think they'd ever stop completely. How could they, being on the road like this?
“You're right,” his will was there, but he knew it would crumble without much pressure.
“I'm not going to ask you to stop,” she quickly interjected again, “but I need you to understand that I might not be able to trust you for a while…if you're drinking,”
“What about when I'm sober?” He questioned, his thumb stroking the top of her hand.
“I don't know yet,” she mumbled as she shrugged, “I don't have an answer for that,”
“What about right now?” He asked, his voice softer and lower. The tone made her look back to him, “Do you trust me now?”
She knew he wanted to touch her and more than just her hand. She knew he wanted to relay his apology physically. But he was resisting. She wondered how much he was holding back.
“I do,” she said, glancing at their joined hands.
“Will you come home with me tonight?” He carefully asked.
“What if I say yes, but I sleep in Curt's room?” As she asked, she felt cruel, but didn't apologize.
“You are free to do what you please” he said, the idea crushing him, “I just ask…if you're going to be with me to be honest…”
“You don't own me?” She postured now, remembering how he made her repeat that.
“No, not at all,” the memory of his drunken words haunted him, “I don't want to own you. I just want to be with you,”
Brinkley looked into his eyes, thinking for a few moments before answering.
“I'll come home with you. I'll sleep with you. But the rest of the terms stay the same for now. I need you to respect my boundaries. No touching and I want privacy,” she laid out her rules, knowing they were the opposite of what he wanted.
“I understand, you'll have whatever you need. We can even change the match if you don't want me touching you,” he offered.
“Well,” she smirked a little, “I don't think we need to go that far…”
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You just inspired me to finally take my drivers license test!
This.
This is the most unbelievable thing no one ever told me. I've never inspired anyone before, and this is amazing to me. 😭😭❤️❤️
Anon, you got this!! Trust yourself, and if you feel ready you can do this! Remember that the safest solution on the road is always the answer (thanks to my dad who's been telling me this for years).
And honestly, if I did, that anybody can. I believe in you 🙏🏻
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Well...
I DID IT!!!
27.5 out of 31, not bad. 🥹🥹🥹
Can't fucking believe it.
I have my driver's licence exam on Friday and I'm scared. I spent years allowing my fears and anxiety controlling my life, but I need to regain that control. I'm 27 years old. Better late than never I guess.
But why the hell do we drive manuals here? 💀
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So, those two really are in charge of the WWE, huh? 🤣
I'd die if Shawn told me "Come to daddy, sugar." LITERALLY DIE.
I wanna see him twerking now tho.
#wwe#wrestling#shawn michaels#triple h#paul levesque#nxt#wwe nxt#sexyy red#so much is happening#my two fav for the beginning#my first wrestling crushes#they are killing me
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I have my driver's licence exam on Friday and I'm scared. I spent years allowing my fears and anxiety controlling my life, but I need to regain that control. I'm 27 years old. Better late than never I guess.
But why the hell do we drive manuals here? 💀
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Chyna and Eddie ofc 🫶🏻

This duo was so amazing!!! Look at them 🥺🥺❤️❤️
#i'm so not straight#look at them both#gone too soon#miss them#they deserved so much more#chyna#eddie guerrero#papi#mamacita#wwe#wrestling
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Every person who reblogs this post will receive a picture of Chyna in their inbox. Every single one.

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cant believe Shawn Michaels invented bisexuality
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This fic is gonna be the end of me.
The Mentorship, Part 17
The Mentorship
Characters: Curt Hennig/FemOC , Scott Hall/FemOC
Part 17 of ? (Parts not chapters, parts length varies)
Warnings/Considerations: Smut, Age Gap, Power Dynamics, Dirty Talk, swearing
Word Count: 3336
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16
Taglist: @writeandsurvive @theweaselandthekilt (DM or comment to be added!)
Arriving in Orlando, Brinkley felt nerves starting to churn in her gut. She had been wrestling dark matches the last couple of days with other women, jobbing them with Curt at ringside in what felt like an odd reversal. But she was thankful for his supporting presence.
But now being in the city where she had a high profile match amongst 3 high-profile stars was starting to flare her anxiety. The live TV show on Thursday wasn’t even on her mind, though it was the last chance to really ramp up to the big match.
Scott noticed, back to being just a passenger while Kevin drove. He sat in the back with her most of the trip, trying first to talk her down, moving on to just trying to distract her. She swatted his hand away when he would get too bold, not nearly as comfortable with the idea of Kevin watching as she was with Curt. She blushed as she realized she probably wouldn’t stop Scott if Curt was driving.
It wasn’t long ago that the idea of Curt left a bad taste in her mouth; she thought she’d never be attracted to him again. She was confused that her mind and her body seemed to be on such separate planes.
She didn’t ask when others would be arriving, she didn’t want to say anything too leading. Scott and Curt might have been on better terms, but she knew Scott may be a little insecure over it.
She took a swim while the house was still somewhat empty, Kev keeping her company while he tanned on a poolside chair, nursing the first of likely many beers. She was sure he was asleep most of the time, but occasionally would say something as she’d pause her laps at each end.
Feeling a little gassed, she paused swimming, hanging off the edge of the pool in front of his chair.
“Kev, can I ask you something?” She asked, smoothing her wet hair back and clearing water from her eyes.
“Sure, in fact, you just did,” He responded sardonically, “Don’t you fucking dare,” He warned, pointing a finger at her as she paused from splashing him.
“Fine…can I ask you questions,” she pointedly emphasized the plural nature of the word. Kevin didn’t look at her, but smirked as he shrugged.
“Sure, why not,” He rested a bent arm behind his head.
“Did you ask Scott if you could fuck me?” She asked with a surprisingly casual nature. Kevin didn’t seem to react right away; she assumed that wasn’t a clear ‘no’.
“Why?” Was his simple response. She knew it was a very loaded single word.
“Just asking if you did,” She remained coy in return.
“I didn’t ask. It came up in conversation.” He clarified, but kept from taking ownership of any remark.
“Were you the one that brought it up?” She said with a mild hint of accusation.
“If it's a no, just say so,” He shrugged again. He didn’t plan on letting her get the upper hand to hold anything over his head.
“Well, if you’re going to be like that about it,” She rolled her eyes, lifting herself out of the water, “Then fine, it's a no,” sticking her tongue out at him, “At least until you learn some manners,” She grabbed her towel from the next chair and wiped herself down as she made her way onto the back porch. She shook her head as she looked back at Kevin, still lounging in the chair. Sometimes he was very kind to her and others so cantankerous. She wondered if she had agreed if he’d have treated her any differently.
Walking into the kitchen, she secured the towel around her waist just as she saw Curt sitting inside at the counter. She couldn’t help but smile at him.
“Hey, did you just get here?” She looked around, seeing no one else, “And you’re just lurking around in the kitchen?”
“Just finishing this one off, figured I’d grab another, so I’d save some time,” He held up the beer he was working on. He noticed the uncertainty flash across her face as she glanced at the bottle, “I promise, you have nothing to worry about. You don’t have to trust me if you don’t want, but I’m taking it easy - no Jack tonight,”
“Well, you can’t blame me for being cautious,” She leaned against the island countertop he was sitting at. Her two-piece wasn’t super revealing, but it didn’t leave much to the imagination either, “Who knows what I might do to set you off,”
Curt looked at her as he took a drink. He knew she was being flirtatious and provocational. It wasn’t necessarily outside of her nature. She always had a charming allure about her, it was likely why she was doing so well in the business, backed up by her actual skill.
“Better not let Scott hear you talking to me like that,” He warned her in a low tone, but couldn’t hide the hint of mischief in his tone. If he didn’t know that she and Scott were exclusive, he’d be making up an excuse to get her into his room. He assumed the fact that he couldn’t have her now was making him feel more pent up than usual.
“He never said I couldn’t talk to you,” She played back, “Just that I couldn’t-” Her inciting rhetoric was cut off by Curt pressing his index finger to her lips.
“Stop right there,” He warned her again, “You still need to learn not to show your hand even if you have all the cards.”
“Oh my god, haven’t heard that Hennig wisdom in a while,” She went to the refrigerator and grabbed herself and Curt a beer, “You should write a desk calendar with all these gems,”
“You’re lucky you’re cute, because you can be a real asshole sometimes,” He teased her, popping the cap off of her beer for her, “Still getting used to it?” He laughed at her only slight grimace when she took a sip.
“Yeah, I’m getting…better with it,” She knew she sounded less than confident, “And me? An asshole?” She mocked offense.
“You have your moments,” Scott said, walking into the kitchen from behind her, announcing his arrival with a swift pop to her backside, he grabbed a beer, joining them at the counter, “If you're wanting to go practice, you better get ready,” he checked his watch, “unless that's what you're working in.” Scott pulled off her towel as she failed to keep hold of it, “I wouldn't complain,”
“Damn you!” She tried to get it back, his long arm keeping it from her reach, “at least I'm not the only asshole around here,” she finished her beer swiftly, making her exit to get dressed. She could care less about the present company seeing her this way, but she wasn't keen on the rest of the roster getting a good look.
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Brinkley stepped up her game in practice. She took more artful falls and sold moves better than she had in group training before.
She struggled the most with keeping a straight face with Scott in the ring, though it was a possibility the announcers could use that during the match to sow discourse about whether or not she really wanted to win. They could potentially suggest she'd lost the match for her and Curt on purpose. They might allude to the possibility of her turning on Curt, giving the win to the Outsiders.
Brinkley covered up her real opinion, shrugging her shoulders and being neutral. In fact, she hated the idea. It made sense, it was logical, it fit within standard kayfabe and would help give her her own identity instead of being attached as an afterthought to a male wrestler. But part of her couldn’t detach the real feeling of betrayal from it, even though Curt seemed to react positively to the idea.
Her amiable nature made that the prevailing option as they all agreed. Brinkley ignored feeling sick to her stomach. Scott could sense her unease and it spread to him - wondering if she was really ready to leave Curt, even after all that had happened. He didn’t think he could handle losing her - but now he had to wonder if he ever really had her or if she’d only been on loan this whole time.
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Her quietness didn’t help ease Scott’s mind on the ride back to his house. But the number of cars parked indicated that quite a few people had already arrived - he wondered if he’d get a moment with her alone. Unlikely as he saw all the bodies that spilled out of the cars and the cases of beer and alcohol they had with him.
He grabbed hold of her arm, pulling her to him to whisper in her ear just as Curt pulled in behind them.
“Meet me in my room in 20,” He instructed, not asking. Brinkley had to wonder if he was upset, she couldn't think of anything she'd done that might. All of her reservations had been in her own head and she knew better than to admit any lingering attraction to Curt.
She nodded to agree before waving and greeting Ray Traylor who was at Curt's car unloading beer. She grabbed one of the cases as she chatted up both men on the way into the house.
Kevin noticed the dark look that flashed across Scott's face; he’d seen that look before. He’d seen the fallout from that look before. He’d been perfectly fine at the gym and on the ride back. He suspected it was something with Brinkley (mainly for the fact that when isn’t it a woman), but he’d not noticed anything particularly problematic that she’d done.
Maybe if he’d kept Scott distracted; they could avoid whatever potential meltdown was boiling below the surface.
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Brinkley loaded case after case into the refrigerator and then coolers of ice that were also brought. She knew there were a lot of people, but she didn’t understand how they could drink THIS much. She checked the time and it had been just over 30 minutes. She handed off the last case to Rick Steiner to manage; she heard them popping the tabs open instead of putting them on ice. Cans crushed nearly seconds later as she turned around to see them opening a second already.
“Good lord,” She laughed a little, shaking her head as she ran up the stairs, two at a time. The house was already filling with noise, the din only increasing as someone started playing music. She walked into Scott’s room, closing the door behind her, the sound muffled greatly. The room was dark, the blinds closed up tightly to block out the harsh Florida sun.
“Scott?” She called out, her eyes still adjusting. She noticed him now, in a chair in the sitting area of the room. Shirtless in basketball shorts and his hair hanging down, Brinkley had to keep her tongue from hanging out of her mouth. She saw him set a half empty glass bottle on the table beside him. He was starting out heavy, “What are you doing here all alone in the dark?”
She walked up to him, ignoring the tension in the room that felt like static.
“Waiting for you,” He looked at her with his dark eyes in an even darker stare, “Wondering if you would bother to show up,”
She slipped into his lap, the smell of whiskey was far more obvious. Though Scott had never struck her or put an unkind hand on her, she felt uneasy remembering the same smell on Curt’s breath and a similar dark look in his eyes. She noticed Scott’s face soften though as she nestled herself in his lap and against him.
“Of course I’d show up! I was just trying to set up some sort of order down there, guess that’s a lost cause with this crew,” she motioned behind her, “Any time with you I can get, I’ll take,” She meant it, but knew buttering him up wouldn’t hurt. She gently walked her fingers over him, stroking his hairy chest slowly.
“Do you know how hard it is?” He asked vaguely, his hand sliding from her knee up her thigh.
“Hmmm…what exactly are we talking about?” She remained playfully coy.
“Training with you. How hard it is for me not to just throw you down and fuck you in the middle of the ring?” His hand slipped up to her hip, squeezing.
Brinkley nearly panted, squirming in his lap.
“In front of everyone?” She countered trying to prolong their repartee.
“Everyone, no one. Doesn’t matter…” He felt her tense and heard her gasp as he lightly bit down on the side of her neck, “Because you’re mine,” He growled.
“God, yes, Scott…I’m all yours,” She whimpered, not realizing she was digging her nails into his chest, but he didn’t stop her.
“Oh yeah? Get down on your knees and prove it to me,” He grumbled in her ear, one hand lightly smacking her thigh.
She felt her skin prickle as she slowly slid off of him, sinking to her knees between his splayed legs. She felt as if her senses were heightened and with them so were her nerves. She couldn’t pinpoint her unease, but she wanted to please him so much that she did as he asked.
“Clothes off,” He slouched in the chair a little, licking his lips as he watched her undress.
She leaned forward between his legs, kissing down his stomach slowly, occasionally pulling at a hair with her teeth, making him hiss slightly. Her hand rubbed him over his shorts, feeling him stiffen with each pass. She did feel relieved when his hands touched her gently, one reaching underneath her and toying with her breast.
“Girl, you know just how to get me going, don’t you,” He mumbled, feeling himself pulse against her stroking palm. Whatever irrational anger he was feeling was dissipating and he felt more and more powerless. Desperate to maintain control, he reached under the elastic of his shorts and pulled his manhood out. His other hand gripped into her hair, directing his cock into her willing mouth.
Brinkley was surprised by the abrupt motion, but was quick to acquiesce his demands. She teased him, resisting his urge to take him deep, her lips working around his tip. She kept her eyes on his and noticed the wanting, needy look on his face that she preferred. She let him push her farther down now, taking his cock roughly as he moved his hips.
“Fuck…that’s it, baby, suck Daddy’s cock just like that…” His hand was still firmly gripping her hair, not allowing her to stall or come up for air until she finally pulled away, gasping. She looked at him, feeling unsure of why referring to himself that way affected her, “What? Don’t wanna call me Daddy?” He was almost condescending as he asked.
“I will if you want me to,” She softly replied, wondering if his mood had anything to do with Curt.
“Oh, I want you to…because I’m your Daddy now…not him,” Scott leaned forward, gripping her chin firmly in his hand. She could feel the pressure in her cheekbones as he held her forcibly in his gaze. She gulped, trying to ease her shaking breath.
“Yes, Daddy,” She managed a breathless reply, not wanting to sound meek.
“Mmmm, that’s good…I definitely like the sound of that,” He stood up, towering over her as he walked behind her. With an almost effortless strength, he picked her up and bent her over the arm of the chair. Before she could adjust her balance, he forced his saliva-glistening cock deeply into her. She cried out into the back cushion of the chair, desperately trying to acclimate to the bulging intrusion.
“Daddy…” She said, her words stilted with the force of his thrust, “Not…so…h-hard,” She begged, breathing a sigh of relief as he slowed for a moment and she caught her breath, “You’re just so big, Daddy…” She followed up, looking back at him with the big, doe eyes she knew he couldn’t resist.
His irritation subsided again, knowing he might have hurt her. He slowed, just like he promised he would. Annoyed as he might have been, he didn’t want to break her trust in him.
“I’m sorry, baby,” He moved slower now, feeling her pussy slicken a little more as he moved in deliberate, full strokes, “Daddy got too excited,”
Brinkley could tell the name was really working him up. That idea alone turned her on. She braced herself against the other arm of the chair, feeling his gradually quickening his pace as her sex squeezed him. She came suddenly, without a chance to warn him, biting her lip to keep from screaming out profane obscenities for all the guests to hear.
She felt herself being pulled backwards a little, his hand sliding around her neck and holding tightly.
“You only cum for me…understand?” He leaned forward, nearly seething the words in her ear, “You belong to me,”
She nodded, swallowing and gasping for the breath that his grip allowed her, “Yes, Daddy…” She squeaked out.
“Say it,” He seethed, burying himself deeper, his large hand gripping tighter.
“I only cum for you Daddy,” She whimpered, “I belong to you,” She took a big breath as Scott’s hand dropped from around her neck, both hands now squeezing around her hips as he came, burying his cum deep inside of her sex.
She took deep, steadying breaths as he rode out the aftershocks of his orgasm. She was a little surprised when she turned to sit on the edge of the chair arm and he didn’t move to embrace her like he normally would, instead only putting himself back into his shorts and grabbing the tshirt he’d laid on the bed.
“Hop in the shower if you want. Come to the party when you’re ready,” He said, going into the bathroom to rinse the sweat from his face with cold water and towel it dry, “I’m gonna head down now,” He made a move toward her, but her hope was fleeting as he only grabbed the glass liquor bottle from the table beside her and made his way to the door. “Ok, shouldn’t be long,” She still offered a smiling face, but it fell quickly when he left. She felt used. In all the times she’d been with either of them, she’d never felt this way. Even with Curt, who was clearly using her - she never felt this discarded.
Perhaps she was being too naive, assuming every time would be romantic and would have those lovely intimate moments afterwards. Maybe the two of them had coddled her too much up until this point. She would have understood all of that…if only she had known what she’d done wrong to upset him.
She searched her mind as she stepped into the hot shower, wondering if she had inadvertently vocalized an objection to turning on Curt. Was it because she just shrugged at the suggestion instead of agreeing wholeheartedly? Was it because she helped carry in Ray’s beer and he thought it was Curt’s? She knew some of the thoughts were ridiculous, but she couldn’t find a reason why Scott would be upset with her. That only bothered her more.
She suddenly did not feel much like being sociable or partying with everyone. God forbid she had a nice conversation with another man and a drunken Scott took it the wrong way. She took her time after the shower, combing her hair slowly, lotioning, and redressing. She even blow-dried her hair unlike usual. Anything to stall while she tried to think. She tried to tell herself she was just being a ridiculous, emotional girl - that Scott wasn’t upset and she was just overthinking everything. She hated the fact that she wished she could somehow talk to Curt about this.
#wrestling fan fic#wrestling fic#wrestling fanfiction#wcw#wrestling#pro wrestling#Scott hall#kevin nash#The Mentorship
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