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To All the Men Shawn's Ever Loved
Headcanon about Shawn’s dating history in some random AU in my head, lol. Inspired by this post by @piratewithvigor about Shawn and his 5 boyfriends 🤭
Marty: 7 years ―୨୧⋆ ˚
Shawn dated around a lot in his youth, but Marty was his first long-term serious relationship
They met at the start of their careers before teaming together in smaller promotions. Marty chased after Shawn rigorously, the blond being hard to get.
It wasn’t that Shawn didn’t find Marty attractive, but he’d made a promise to his brothers that he’d never date a wrestler. They didn’t have the best track record in relationships, and Shawn’s older brothers didn’t want him to get his heart broken. If only he’d listened.
Marty eventually won Shawn over with how sweet he was, and how interested he seemed to learn about Shawn rather than deducing him to just a pretty face. They took things slow and Shawn finally said yes to the idea of a relationship after Marty had kissed him after leaving a show.
Things were pretty good in the first few years, but the relationship eventually became super toxic, especially around the time Shawn began to gain more popularity and success than Marty.
But they still tried to make it work, Shawn more so than Marty, because of how long they’d been together. Shawn wasn’t willing to give up so easily on a man he considered the love of his life.
But love wasn’t enough to combat their constant relationship problems – trust issues, jealousy, fighting, cheating, etc.
After another pointless argument, Shawn had enough and asked for a break.
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Kevin: 3 years ―୨୧⋆ ˚
Shawn wasn’t used to being a single man, and after meeting Kevin, his “break” with Marty swiftly turned into an official breakup.
Shawn was attracted to Kevin the moment he saw him on WCW in that ridiculous Oz gimmick. When Kevin came to the WWF, everything just seemed to click between them. They got along well, Kevin didn’t care about the heat Shawn had backstage, and they seemed to have the same sense of humor with Kevin being just as goofy as Shawn.
Kevin had only been there for two weeks before they got together, Shawn determined to scoop him up before someone else could. Being with Kevin was the freest Shawn felt in ages. It was definitely an adjustment to go from his previous relationship to someone who was so laid back, gentle, caring, loving, and protective in a non-possessive way.
Kevin helped to build back up the confidence that Marty had torn down. He was the perfect man for Shawn and it should’ve been a perfect relationship. But in true Shawn Michaels fashion, nothing could ever be that simple.
Despite being with a man that treated him better, Shawn carried over the toxic traits he’d learned from his previous relationship with Marty and basically self-sabotaged his relationship with Kevin. Their problems usually stemmed from Shawn’s lies, jealousy, and trust issues. Which eventually progressed to him picking fights with Kevin just to get a reaction out of the man.
But Kevin was nothing like Marty, and he was too mature and level headed to fall for Shawn’s antics, which only seemed to make Shawn angrier. But Kevin had learned not to feed into the anger, knowing that Shawn would eventually cool off and apologize before crawling into his awaiting arms.
Their relationship reached a boiling point when Kevin told Shawn he was leaving for WCW. Shawn barely registered Kevin’s explanation before he was yelling at the man, saying he was selfish, that he was abandoning him, that Kevin didn’t love him and was only chasing after Scott.
That caused Kevin to lose his cool, his frustrations spilling over as he cursed out Shawn, offended that the blond would question his love for him and insinuate something between him and Scott. The argument ended with Kevin calling Shawn clingy, which was more of an honest observation than an insult, and Shawn telling him to go fuck himself. Who was Kevin to call him clingy? He’d show him clingy, alright.
That night sealed the fate of their relationship when Shawn did the unthinkable and cheated on Kevin with none other than the hitman, Bret Hart.
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Bret: 1 year ―୨୧⋆ ˚
My fav ship, but they don’t have a happy ending in this timeline 😭 (sorry hartbreak fans!)
Marty and Shawn’s relationship walked so Bret and Shawn’s could run, both men being equally as toxic but somewhat addicted to each other.
Their relationship had not-so-humble beginnings that spawned from Shawn’s infidelity. And what started from sex eventually grew into an unhealthy codependent relationship with both men using each other to fill some kind of void, Bret fresh from a divorce and Shawn still heartbroken from Kevin dumping him.
It may have been Shawn’s shortest relationship, but it was hands down the most intense relationship he’d experienced on so many levels.
The love was intense, both men love bombing each other as soon as they were official, quick to let everyone know the other was off limits. Bret specifically made it his mission to show excessive PDA with Shawn whenever Kevin was around, and he continued to do so up until Kevin left for WCW. Shawn was often unaware, just happy to receive Bret’s affection.
Their fights were intense, others often thinking the two would kill each other if someone didn’t step in. They’d gotten kicked out of hotel rooms on multiple occasions due to noise complaints or damage that had been done due to one of them throwing shit around the room. Many of their fights had centered around Kevin, Bret’s jealousy leading him to believe that Shawn was still in love with the man, and Shawn’s annoyance at Bret constantly bringing up his ex.
And best, or worst depending on how you look at it, was that the sex was intense. Shawn had been introduced to so many new kinks, toys, and sex positions because of Bret, and his orgasms were unlike anything he’d ever experienced, the blond often coming multiple times before Bret’s climax. Shawn found that the sex was best when they were mad at each other, thus beginning his unhealthy obsession with riling up Bret, leading to an explosive fight and the most erotic hate sex. It was almost as good as the passionate makeup sex that followed.
Overall, sex was really what kept each other coming back. But beyond their attraction, there wasn’t any substance to the relationship. They hadn’t learned anything important about each other like birthdays, favorite colors, likes/dislikes, etc., which one could say led to many of their arguments because they didn’t really have a good understanding of each other.
Shawn made the mistake many times of comparing Bret to Kevin because, honestly, he’d never gotten over the man. And deep down, he wished to work things out with him, but Kevin had made it very clear that he wanted nothing to do with Shawn after what he’d done.
So he settled for what he could get, but Bret wasn’t Kevin. He didn’t have Kevin’s patience and wasn’t one to tiptoe around his words to protect Shawn’s feelings.
But just like with his relationship with Marty, Shawn was hesitant to rip the band aid off despite how bad things had gotten between them. He’d grown accustomed to dysfunction, and he’d much rather put up with that than being alone.
The relationship only ended when Shawn got a taste of his own medicine. They say you lose him how you get him, and those words were never truer when Shawn found out that Bret had cheated on him with Sunny.
No surprise, the breakup was messy. Bret and Shawn had argued in front of the whole locker room, almost getting into a fight before Hunter and Chyna pulled Shawn away. But Shawn was a spiteful man and wasn’t going to let that be the last of it.
He keyed Bret’s car in the parking lot and threw a brick through the driver’s side window as an added bonus. Bret didn’t find out about it until the end of the show when leaving the arena. He was pissed and this led to him and Shawn actually fighting in the bathroom backstage the next week, Bret ripping out a few strands of Shawn’s hair in the process.
But Shawn got the last laugh in Montreal when Bret was screwed out of the WWF title.
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Undertaker: 4 years ―୨୧⋆ ˚
Shawn was as a broken man after his breakup with Bret, and even more so after the screwjob. Aside from DX, no one in the locker room wanted anything to do with him regardless of him telling people he wasn’t involved in screwing Bret out of the title (a lie no one believed).
It was the loneliest he’d felt in some time and certainly the longest he’d gone being single, which he had a hard time dealing with. Being the third wheel of Hunter and Chyna certainly didn’t help.
Undertaker had gained the same disdain towards Shawn as many of the guys had after the screwjob, steering clear of the blond at all costs. But he was also a professional and was willing to put his pride aside to do his job. So when Vince came to him about a possible feud with Shawn and a casket match, Undertaker agreed to it, albeit begrudgingly.
Ironically, their relationship began after Undertaker had injured Shawn’s back on that casket.
He felt absolutely devastated after hearing of Shawn’s upcoming back surgery that was a result of the casket clipping his back. When the words ‘career-ending injury’ began floating around, he felt sick to his stomach from guilt, blaming himself for the accident.
After Shawn’s surgery, Undertaker sent numerous ‘get well soon’ cards and flowers to Shawn’s hospital room. Shawn initially thought it was from his family or Hunter, but the cards never identified a sender. It wasn’t until Undertaker visited him in the hospital, the only wrestler outside of Shawn’s friends to come see him, that everything came together.
Undertaker was expecting to receive anger, insults, a spew of curses, anything other than the appreciative smile Shawn gave him when he sat at his bedside. The conversation was light, pleasant even, ending with Shawn telling Undertaker not to blame himself for his injury. He didn’t blame him, so the dead man shouldn’t do the same.
The visits became more frequent and once Shawn was released from the hospital, Undertaker had even taken some time off the road to look after Shawn in Texas. It was during that time at Shawn’s home that they officially got together.
Being with Undertaker was vastly different than Shawn’s previous partners. It was almost a bit odd being with a man that was so thoughtful, yet also not afraid to call Shawn out on his shit. Undertaker had a very no-nonsense demeanor that Shawn respected and was drawn to.
At that point in his life, Shawn was done playing games, no longer interested in the drama of relationships. He didn’t want to pick fights or throw hissy fits. He wanted something easy. Simple. And that’s what they had.
During his time with Undertaker, Shawn had matured the most. Undertaker helped him better understand his emotions, reflect on his past, and realize what wanted in life going forward. It may have also helped that Shawn was completely sober due to him taking medication, which Undertaker made sure he wasn’t misusing.
Undertaker was very instrumental in helping Shawn train to go back to the WWF, now WWE, in 2002. A lot had changed in Shawn’s absence, and he was honestly insecure and a little bit scared to return. He didn’t know if the fans would even care about him returning. And he knew a few of the boys backstage wouldn’t be happy. But Undertaker was always there to kiss away his worries, ensuring him that everything would be ok. They would be together, and he wouldn’t let anything bad happen to Shawn.
Shawn didn’t know their relationship could get any stronger, but it surely did after his return to the company. For the first time, Shawn was able to see what it was like to have a healthy relationship on the road. Undertaker didn’t question him of his whereabouts backstage or hover over him at the bar. He trusted Shawn and Shawn trusted him, knowing that they’d always end the night in each other’s arms at the hotel.
They broke up some time in 2004. The breakup was amicable, and there were no cars keyed in the parking lot this time. Shawn wanted to take some time to focus on himself and his career, which Taker completely understood as they’d both been putting their career over their relationship. Undertaker also needed to focus on his own personal issues, especially with his brother Kane. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, it was best for Shawn’s safety for them to be apart for the time being.
As mutual as the decision was, it was still a painful breakup for the two. They really loved each other, and always would, but they had their own paths in life that didn’t seem to involve each other at the moment. They figured if it was meant to be, they’d find each other again.
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Hunter: 2006 - Present ―୨୧⋆ ˚
To be honest Shawn should’ve seen this one coming.
Hunter had been Shawn’s best friend since 1996. He thought Shawn was the most beautiful man he’d ever seen when he first met him, and he’d almost made a move on the blond until he learned that Shawn was dating Kevin. Hunter settled on being good friends with Shawn and began dating Chyna shortly after.
As he and Shawn grew into best friends, his interest in the shorter man never wavered. Unfortunately for him, he never had an opportunity to pursue Shawn in their younger years as either he or Shawn always seemed to be in a relationship while the other was single.
And the one time that they were both single, they weren’t on speaking terms. They’d gotten into a heated argument where Shawn called Hunter a backstabbing friend and accused him of using him to get to the top. Hunter was fed up with taking the brunt of Shawn’s anger and they both didn’t speak to each other for over a year after that.
Surprisingly, it was Kevin that reunited the two, encouraging Hunter to talk to Shawn and hear him out. After hearing about Shawn’s injury and back surgery, Kevin was quick to call the blond, concerned about his well-being. Though they hadn’t ended on good terms, he would always care for him.
They’d kept in touch sparingly since then and through their short conversations, Kevin learned of Shawn’s falling out with Hunter. Shawn was a stubborn man and Kevin knew that no matter how sorry Shawn sounded over the phone, Hunter would need to make the first move to fix their friendship. And after learning how sorry Shawn was, that’s what Hunter did.
He still held a bit of anger towards Shawn, but he missed him. And after a tearful reunion, their friendship was back even stronger, and so was his feelings for the blond. Feelings that had never left. But Hunter soon learned it was too late to pursue anything as Shawn had been dating Undertaker.
So just as he had in 1996, Hunter settled on being a good best friend to Shawn. And he was ok with that. They had so much to catch up on, and Hunter was just happy to have his buddy back.
Shawn and Hunter didn’t get together until 2006 after DX reunited. They’d already been close after rekindling their friendship but being DX once again and constantly being surrounded by each other while also never getting sick of the other really solidified their feelings for one another. That and the kiss Shawn gave Hunter on New Year’s Eve.
For the first time, Shawn felt confident as he went into his relationship with Hunter. He was in a better headspace, had matured, and instead of carrying over toxic traits of past relationships, he carried over the lessons he’d learned over the years, determined to make this relationship last because he not only cared for Hunter as a lover but as a best friend. He’d already built up an immense amount of love for the man, and he didn’t want to ruin their relationship again. Also, Shawn was getting up there in age and was ready to settle down.
Being with Hunter made Shawn wish he’d made the decision sooner. They just got each other. Many times Shawn wouldn’t need to say anything, just give Hunter a look and the man would know what he was thinking.
Hunter was always so tender with him, probably afraid that Shawn would break or revert to his old ways at the slightest hiccup, which Shawn wasn’t going to allow to happen.
Shawn loved that Hunter was very affectionate, always touching him in some kind of way whether it’s holding his hand, hugging him every chance he got, playing with his hair, or tugging on his pocket to bring him closer.
Their fights were minimal, or at least they fought the least out of any of Shawn’s relationships. But when they did fight, it wasn’t the usual screaming matches Shawn was accustomed to. They talked to each other calmly with level heads, both hearing each other out before making a point. And they’d always end the conversation with a hug and an ‘I love you.’
Shawn’s sure Hunter’s the one after the man gets injured in 2007. Seeing Hunter in the hospital in so much pain and not being able to do anything about it broke Shawn.
He took time off the road to help Hunter with his injury, much like Undertaker had done for him. Being with Hunter every day so close in such an intimate setting of Hunter’s Connecticut home made Shawn realize he wanted to spend the rest of his life with him. And any man that could make Shawn endure the cold Connecticut winters deserved his heart.
The proposal was impromptu, Shawn whipping out the ring after Hunter’s physical therapy session. It was bittersweet, more sweet than bitter, since Hunter wanted to be the one to propose first. He’d been planning on doing it and would have done it sooner had it not been for his injury.
But as he looked into Shawn’s beautiful teary blue eyes, he said yes, of course, and they were married on New Year’s Eve of that year, sharing the same kiss that started their relationship.
Looking back on the past, as painful as it was, Shawn wished he could thank all of the men he’d ever loved for teaching him how to love and helping him grow into the husband he was today.
#divider cr: @cafekitsune#hartbreak#bret hart x shawn michaels#marty jannetty x shawn michaels#kevin nash x shawn michaels#undertaker x shawn michaels#triple h x shawn michaels#bretshawn#hbtaker#shawnter#shawter#alternate universe#wwe fanfiction#shawn michaels#bret hart#marty jannetty#kevin nash#undertaker#triple h
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shawn telling bret he’s going to do a little dance and pull his clothes off especially for him will haunt me until the day i die
#why would he say that#SPECIFICALLY FOR BRET#i’m insane#shawn michaels#bret hart#bret hart x shawn michaels#bretshawn#hartbreak
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Don’t Stop
18+, Bret Hart x Shawn Michaels one shot
[Also available on Archive of Our Own!]
Tags: Daddy kink, brat Shawn
Word count: 841
Summary:
Shawn just needs some good old fashioned fun. What better way to get it then by acting a little bratty with Bret?
“I fucking love you Bret.”
The air was sucked out of the room in an instant. Did Shawn really just say that? No, he couldn’t have. The sex was so mind blowing that Bret was just imagining things, he had to be. He questioned the statement with a slow thrust inside of Shawn. The feeling of the larger man’s cock brushing against his prostate made Shawn whine.
“You love me?”
“Well— your dick. Not so much you.”
Ouch.
Bret smacked Shawn’s toned ass so hard it was probably going to leave a bruise. Thankfully he had the foresight not to do it on the tattooed cheek. He wanted to slide out of him right then and there. Why should he keep making him feel good when he was being such a jerk? He knew how the blond could be sometimes, choosing the exact words that would push his buttons. It was time to put a stop to that. Bret roughly wrapped his fingers in Shawn’s wavy hair and pulled his head back. His other hand remained on Shawn’s hip, fingers digging deeply into his flesh.
“That’s not a very nice thing to say. Apologize.”
Another whimper escaped from Shawn at the feeling of being pressed against Bret’s chest. Shawn did mean it— he loved Bret. Was even ready to admit that he was in love with him. But he didn’t want the mushy, overly romantic sex that those words brought. Tonight all he wanted was to get fucked. So he pushed the feelings aside and turned up the attitude.
“Say sorry, Shawn. Or I’ll pull out right now.” The strained disappointment in Bret’s voice strengthened his accent. It made Shawn smile so big he looked delirious.
“Ugh, okay. I’m sorry. Keep fucking me.”
There was so little sincerity in Shawn’s voice Bret wondered why he even bothered to pretend. If they had a mirror in front of them he’d probably see Shawn rolling his eyes, and not for the reasons they were supposed to be rolling.
“Why should I? That wasn't — good — enough.” Bret moved to wrap his arm around Shawn’s stomach. His words were followed by hard, slow strokes. Strands of his brunette hair stuck to his sweaty forehead in anticipation. After a too long moment of silence, Bret agonizingly began to pull out of him.
“Please, please, please don’t stop, daddy. I’m sorry.”
That was new. It was so new and so hot Bret chose to ignore how extremely not sorry Shawn was.
Bret’s brown eyes zeroed in on Shawn’s cock as soon as “daddy” left his mouth. It twitched and leaked, a pretty picture that made Bret’s vision white out. Shawn must have been waiting a long time to call him that. As soon as Bret heard it, he started to pound away. Tears of pleasure built in the corners of Shawn’s eyes that Bret reached up to wipe away. His voice was almost primal as he growled right into Shawn’s ear.
“You like how daddy makes you feel, huh? Is that why you’re acting like this?”
He’d never heard him sound like that before. They’d had some passionate, intense sessions in the past. Escapades that were enough to make Shawn blush when they randomly came to mind. Nothing like this. Shawn made a note to himself that he’d have to put the brat act on more often.
“I love it, I love you, fuck, Bret —“
Shawn felt Bret release hot inside of him. His scalp was starting to ache like a motherfucker from the iron grip Bret had on his hair. It was worth it though to hear his worn out breathing. Shawn laughed to himself; he knew he was the only one who could make the other man feel that way. Whether Bret wanted to admit it or not.
Bret shoved Shawn back down on the bed hard. He laid there in the soft, white sheets not saying a word. His head was swirling way too much to come up with a quip.
“‘I love you daddy.’ You don’t know how pathetic you sounded.” Bret tried to mock him, tried to act like the disgust was real. Really, he wanted to hear Shawn say it one more time. Maybe two or three more times. An infinite amount of times wouldn’t be bad, either. The way Shawn’s normally deep, gravel-lined voice hitched up an octave or two when Bret began to grind into him would be etched in his memory forever.
“Psh, you liked it. Don’t even act like you didn’t.”
Shawn lifted his head up and turned his sparkling blue eyes to Bret’s tired face. He winked and let his head fall back into the sheets with a plop. Blond hair shook down and across his shoulders as he rolled onto his back, cock hard and already wanting more. The charm was on in full force and Bret was having a hard time not indulging him.
“You wanna go again, daddy? I promise I’ll be good this time.” Shawn laughed, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
#bret hart x shawn michaels#bretshawn#shawn michaels#bret hart#wrestling#wrestling fanfic#wrestling smut#hartbreak#magnoliafanfic
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had a (poorly made) vision
#wwf#world wrestling federation#shawn michaels#hbk#chyna#triple h#d generation x#bret hart#owen hart#jim the anvil neidhart#british bulldog#brian pillman#hart foundation#im completely normal about these two factions
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Different incorrect quotes to different things bc I said so
#wwe#wwf#bret hart#shawn michaels#world wrestling federation#90s#hartbreak#billy x stu#stu macher#billy loomis#carl grimes#the walking dead#ambrollins#seth rollins#dean ambrose#the rock#mick foley#rock n sock connection#the walking dead negan#negan smith#incorrect quotations#funny memes#scream 1996#unhinged#ao3 quotes
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Just some random gifs of people
#the undertaker x reader#the undertaker#john morrison#shawn michaels#hbk#bucky barnes#sebastian stan#chris evans#captain america#bret hart#kenny omega#jey uso#wwe raw#wwe#wwe smackdown#marvel#aew dynamite#aew#wwf#nxt#wwe nxt#the usos
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💔HBK Discord💔
💔Description: hi everybody!! I feel like the fandom has been kind of dead and it’s been hard to find other mutuals to gush over our favorite wrestlers with. So I decided to make a discord so we can joke around in and share our ideas, headcanons, and RPs. :))
💔If you’re interested in Shawn Michaels, Triple H, Undertaker, Kevin Nash, Bret Hart, Chyna, D-Generation X, the Kliq, shawter, hbtaker, Kevin nash/Shawn Michaels, Bret Hart/Shawn Michaels, or any other wwf/wwe ship, then is server is for you!!
💔Please join I need more attitude era wrestling fans 😭
#wwe#wwf#shawn michaels#triple h#the undertaker#hunter hearst helmsley#shawter#shawnter#hbtaker#bret hart#kevin nash#dx#d generation x#hbk#hhh#chyna
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GOLDEN || 008
HOLD YOUR APPLAUSE!
now i welcome you back… you’ve landed at the golden train station destination, don’t forget your luggage when exiting the train yippee!
i hope you get a couple of laughs out of this…because after a certain point literally nothing is going to be funny anymore *WINK* you know, in both series, i think we just can't have nice things lol.
with this series of unfortunate events, i present to you [name]’s bizarre adventure. *lights dim, curtains fall*
THAT MATCH MADE you feel pretty unsatisfied. All you can hope for is that this future Sable storyline can give you more than whatever you're doing right now. The night is still young, so there are many things waiting for you.
BACKSTAGE // 7:24 PM
You’re the last one out. The other three were already making their way down the hall by now.
You’re not exactly satisfied with that match from earlier. Truth be told, you wanted to wrestle with Chyna a little longer. Even though you were goofing around, you knew for a fact that Chyna had more than an irish whip in her arsenal.
You want her at her full potential! You’re sure she wants you at your full potential too.
If only you were put in a storyline with her instead of Sable, sigh..
You're not exactly alone back in gorilla either. As soon as you hit those curtains, Bret was leaning on the wall. "Done for the night?"
You look at him with a smile. “Yes.” You weren’t really impressed overall with your match, and you’d tell him this much. “If you were watching, don’t be surprised. I didn’t do much this time..”
Bret shrugs it off. “I still think you did something out there. That’s all that matters. Let me tell you a little secret,” He comes closer so that you can hear him a little better. “Shawn’s got a real big habit of making things all about him. Trust me, I know.”
The way he said it makes you raise an eyebrow. Now you’re really curious..
“..Still, I think you stood out tonight.” He continues.
“Couldn’t keep your eyes off of me, eh?” You tease. “I get it. Everyone seems to have that problem when they meet me.”
“Your name must be trouble, then.” Bret grins at you. “Causing it everywhere you go. By the way, what ever happened to watching me wrestle? Think it’s a little unfair if I can only watch you.”
"Listen, I wanted to tell you sorry. I kiiinda just wanted to go back to my hotel." You explain. “Other than make that one ringside appearance, there wasn’t anything to do, you know?”
“I guess I better back out of our bet, huh?” He stuffs his hands in his pockets. “Don’t know if I can trust you to hold up on your end of the deal.”
Bret must think he looks really cool doing that. You’re almost flattered.
“Oh no!” You say, dramatically putting your hand on your chest. “Whatever will I do?!”
“Hmm. Could make it up to me.” He says. “What do you have planned tonight?”
“Nothing…but..” You cross your arms. “If you’re about to say what I think you are, I thought the whole deal was if I talked to your crazy friend?” You hadn’t seen Pillman the entire show, let alone the last show. “I haven’t even seen him yet..”
Bret shrugs. He didn’t have an answer at first. “Well, maybe the guy’s just a little shy. You might’ve missed him. I talked to him the other day and funnily enough, it just so happens he talks about you a lot. I don’t blame him, but if I were you, I’d check the match card for tomorrow.”
Hmmmm……
“You don’t blame him, huh..” Whatever that means. “And I’ll check. Now, what do you want from me?” You’re sure that Shawn must’ve been looking for you by now, especially since you fell back.
“You said you’ve got nothing planned tonight, right?” Once you nod your head as confirmation, he smiles. “We’re gonna grab something to eat.”
“Is that an order or a request?”
“Whatever you want it to be.”
You’re not sure how to take that, but if there’s one thing you like, it’s people who are forward with what they want from you.
It’s probably another thing on your imaginary list that Terry’s instilled in you overtime. Closed mouths do not get fed. He’s got a lot of good lessons..
“Okay, okay. That’s fine.” There’s something else that’s been killing you, so you just go for it. “When you mentioned Shawn making things all about him, what did you mean?”
Bret decided to put it bluntly. “If you really want to know, he’s just a smart ass. Guy thinks he’s at the top of the world these days. I’m surprised no one told you what happened last month..”
“Not at all.” What exactly happened?
“Last month, I lost the WWF Championship to him and not in the way you think. That asshole put me in the sharpshooter and the bell rung without me even tapping.“
Damn. That’s crazy. You couldn’t even imagine the atmosphere backstage after.
The only thing you can say is; “Wow.”
He chuckles, which makes you tilt your head. “You should’ve been there. I ended up ripping a chunk of his hair out.…can’t say it might not sound a bit anti-climactic in my words though.”
“And this was like a month ago?!”
“Yeah. You just missed it. Believe it or not, we were actually pretty good friends a while back.”
“Seriously?” Though you’ve only known them for a little while, they seem like they’re from such different worlds. Then again, opposites do attract.
“Seriously.” He nods. “My only advice to you right now is to be careful who you trust. You’re in the lions den. Personally, I don’t think it’s wise to stay there.”
If you leave the “lion’s den”, where else could you go? You’re fully capable of making a name for yourself, but the ladder may work a little different here.
There’s more questions you want to ask. Hundreds of them, even. But things are cut short when you see Shawn yet again sauntering down the hallway with his arms open.
“Heyyy, I knew something was wrong! Didn’t see ya’ behind us!” He chimed. “You know you’re apart of the group, what do people say these days? No one left behind? Because you’re apart of the group, you know?”
He placed a lot of emphasis on group. Something that makes you look at him in confusion and makes Bret raise his eyebrow at him.
“Man, I sure LOVE being with D-Generation X,” He continues. “You know, the group. Now if you excuse us, we’ve got somewhere to be!” Shawn slings his arm around you and tugs you down the hallway.
“Sorry.” You turn your head towards Bret with an apologetic look on your face. “See you tonight?”
Shawn’s really starting to get on your nerves with this. It almost makes it worse now that this ‘Montreal Screwjob’ put that slight sour taste in your mouth about him.
“I feel like I’ve gotta put a leash on you or something.” Shawn chuckles. “Always wandering somewhere else.” You want to find the sweetness in his words, but you literally can’t. You’re too pissed off with him dragging you away like that.
With you giving no response, not even a sarcastic one, he suddenly stops. You step away and just stare at him.
With what Bret told you, could you really find it in yourself to trust Shawn? Could you even trust D-Generation X as a whole?
Somehow, you feel like the only person you can trust is Chyna. But maybe that’s because you have an fondness for her.
"What?" He asks. "Why're you looking at me like that?"
You simply shake your head and continue down the hall. The locker room must’ve been only two doors down.
“Woah, woah!” Shawn yells, speeding up so he can catch up to you. “Hold on a second there..!”
You don’t slow down or say anything to him as you open the door and head over to your things to hastily pack them. You need to find a nice outfit and you’d much rather do it alone.
Chyna and Hunter give a look to each other before turning back to you in confusion. Shawn’s making hand gestures towards you, but they have no fucking clue what he means.
You shoot the other two a smile before grabbing your luggage. “Have a good night.”
“Yeah…uh, you too.” Hunter replies.
After his words, no one really says anything else to you. The three of them just watch you push past Shawn and walk out the door.
“Man, you must’ve royally fucked up that one.” Hunter muttered. You didn’t seem to be in a good mood at all. “The hell happened?”
Shawn waits a moment before finally gathering some words together. “Yeah, yeah. Listen, it’s for her own good. You don’t get it, she was talking to Bret. Shady business, guys! We’ve gotta follow her.”
“I don’t think you should do that.” Chyna recommends. “You should leave her alone.”
“That’s a good idea.” Shawn thinks about it for a moment. “Buuuuut that’s not gonna happen. ‘Cause what if she leaves us for the Hart Foundation?! She was talking to Bret earlier. Sounds like they’ve got plans. Plans for what exactly?!”
“Dude…” For a second, Shawn thinks that Hunter wasn’t on his side. “…Holy shit, you’re right. She might just leave us. The woman’s new, this may be a test drive!”
Chyna couldn’t believe that Hunter was feeding into this. Seems like you couldn’t have friends outside of them. The more overbearing they are, the more you’d want to leave the group, and she most definitely didn’t want that to happen. “You guys—“
She tries to be the voice of reason, but the other two just weren’t hearing it.
“Get the car ready!” Shawn yells, quickly grabbing his own stuff. “She’ll be gone before we know it, this is a mission we can’t fail!”
You wanted to look nice. Not for any particular reason, of course. You think what you’ve scrapped together is good enough, so you pose in the mirror one last time for good measure.
This isn’t a date or anything. It’s just two co-workers hanging out in their spare time after the show. Yes, that’s right. Just two co-workers. It’s for business and whatnot.
Sure enough, the car ride didn’t entail anything that interesting. The two of you just sat in silence for the most part. Both of you were just focused on the road in front of you, with little small talk.
You didn’t know what to say. Neither did he. But there was a smile on your face that just wouldn’t go away as you idly drummed on your knee the entire time.
The thought crossed your mind to offhandedly mention how you almost cracked your head open when he called to tell you that he arrived. Just for light banter. You ended up not saying anything.
Finally getting there was different. The moment you two got out of the car was the moment you two could talk about everything in the damn world. At least he was nice enough to open the door for you.
You didn’t really know why, but you figured that you should get a feel for him, see what he likes to talk about..
This is really weird.
“Are you cold?” Bret suddenly asks. “If you want to, you’re free to use my coat.”
“No, I’m good.” You say. For some reason, this is genuinely making you nervous. Even though you’re hanging out.. “Thanks anyway.”
It is a bit chilly outside. Then again, it is December.
He opens the door for you again and you're suddenly hit with warm air. It feels much better. You just hope you don't start to feel uncomfortable with the heat by being there for too long.
It's not too much of a fancy restaurant, nothing five star or anything along those lines. It's just a local one in the town, you think.
It’s definitely not a Waffle House. This one guy in your life had a tendency to take you there at 2 in the morning and call it fine dining. By no means were you complaining about the food. The food is good. It’s just the idea.
The waiter greets you two. Bret’s the one that does all the talking as your eyes seem to wander off somewhere else.
You notice that it’s pretty quiet for the most part, though you can see people chatting away at tables.
Somehow, seeing people like just hanging around like this reminds you of when you were just like any other person. Right before you got into wrestling. It’s different this way.
The feeling of not being famous, you suppose.
It reminded you of that period of your life where you didn’t know what exactly you wanted to do. You guess you were at the right place at the right time because you got scouted in a strange way.
More than likely because you were nice-looking, of course. But you’re more than just looks and you demonstrated as such in your very first match.
Before you’re able to spiral in your thoughts any further, Bret has to tap you on the shoulder to get you to follow him.
“Whoops.” You mutter. And you follow right towards the dining room. Once you’re seated in a booth, the both of you are passed menus. “Ever been here before?” You ask, doing your best to make conversation.
“Nope. I just think it’s a nice change of pace. I’m the kind of guy who’ll eat fast food. But hey, I just said screw it, let me at least try to leave a lasting impression on a new friend.” Bret says, scanning over the menu. He wishes that the lights weren’t so dim in here…
“Ah. You and me both.” You too, we’re a victim of fast food. McDonald’s fries were too good to pass up. It’s like a tradition for yourself to go after every show.
Things are a bit different now. You want to try and get a better feel of the WWF’s schedule first.
On another note, it is safe to say you’re decently impressed. You just hope the waiters here weren’t as temperamental as Waffle House waiters.
“Hola! Oh shit, I mean, bonjour.” The waiter says in a terrible French accent. “I’m your waiter, Sèan, that’s right, don’t forget the apostrophe on the E, how may I take your order, eh?”
You don’t really comment on it, instead focusing on the menu. You’re not that hungry either. Somehow, that match had zapped away your appetite. Maybe you should just order ten cocktails and get drunk or something.
Actually, no, no. That’d be really embarrassing.
You lift your head up to give the waiter a smile, but once you do, it immediately falls.
…You look over at Bret, who was simply scanning through the menu unfazed. Did he seriously not know who this was?
Did his voice not give it away? You’ve gotta be kidding. This has to be some king of joke.
How did Shawn even nab a waiter outfit anyway? And most importantly, who glued that mustache to his face?! Is no one else pointing this out??
More importantly, he picked such a stupid name. Way to disguise yourself.
Still, Bret hasn’t noticed. But if he does, then you both more than likely are going to leave. While you’re pretty upset that he followed you here, you wonder how this’ll play out.
“Um..” You rub your temple. “Wow. Okay. Hi, Sèan with an apostrophe. Can I just get a water for now?” You start to wonder how in the hell he’s going to get access to the kitchen.
“Oui!” He gives you a thumbs up and you cringe. Honestly, you never thought you’d be in a situation like this in your life.
“Same here. I can’t figure out what I want for the life of me.” Bret says.
“You could get lost.” Shawn mutters, his eye twitching.
“Huh?”
“What? I didn’t say anything, kind sir. You wanted the water?”
As Bret gives his response to him, you start to wonder why your life has to be this way. Out of all things that could've happened..why in the world would Shawn follow you?
He leaves and you take a moment to rub your face with your hands. For once in your life, you'd just like to meet someone who wasn't that obsessed with you. You have had plenty of bad experiences already.
Meanwhile, Shawn is slightly panicking. You definitely knew that something was up. He goes over to another table, holding up a notepad. “Guys, we have a dilemma. I call this: Code Alfredo.”
“That is a stupid codeword.” Chyna blatantly says behind her menu. And quite frankly, she thinks what they’re doing now is stupid too.
Hunter slightly leans down the menu that’s covering his face. “I’m totally for it, man. Don’t worry. What happened?”
“I think she knows! I’m gonna try and get access to the kitchen. These idiots don’t even know I don’t work here.” He chuckles. “Slipped right under the radar. Hell, you could get your own uniform if you wanted to, Hunter.”
“Always wanted to try my hand at cooking.” He says. “Guess I’ll get ready for my shift, heh.”
“If she sees the two of you, she’ll know something is up. And I don’t want her to think that I had anything to do with this.” Chyna says, lowering her menu. But she, just like you, wanted to see how it’ll play out.
Shawn just laughs. What makes her think she’s not going down with this ship?! “The hell do you mean?! You’re deep in it now! You definitely play a part in this.”
“Ugh.” She groans, waving her hand and bringing up her menu to cover her face once again.
“C’mon dude. We’ve gotta get you a uniform.” Shawn nudges Hunter to get up. “And you’ll never guess what I did, I asked a camera crew to come over and we’re gonna….”
And back at your table, things seemed to be the same as always. You just can’t believe Shawn’s even here.
You’ve gotta find a way to make the best of this situation, maybe even try and distract yourself from the fact he came. Easier said than done.
“So, uh.” You cough out. “I’ve heard stuff about some kind of award show called the Slammy’s. Know anything about it?”
“Yeah. Most of the Hart Foundation is going, so I’m obligated to go too. I’ll be honest, I didn’t want to go.” He admits with a smile. “Thought it was dumb. Especially since I’ve already won last year. Three times.”
“Three?” You’re surprised. He must be good, damn. “What did you win it for??”
He counts them out for you with his fingers. “Best Submission. Best Music Video. Believe I was Hall of Fame bound as well.”
“That’s a lot stuff. Pretty cool.” You smile. And it was. You originally thought that you couldn’t imagine being picked for something like that, but apparently, you did! “I got nominated, too. Least I think I did. I think it was Miss Slammy?”
“Then I know who my votes going to.” He immediately says. “No question.”
You scoff. “Oh, you…”
“By the way, it’s pretty common for you to bring someone to the Slammy’s with you. Did anyone ask you yet?”
“No. Not at all.” To you, you figured that was a given since you were new and all. No one really knows you like that.
“Guess this is my opportunity then. Are you interested in going with me?”
Suddenly, yet another waiter comes by and you groan.
This time, you can identify him as definitely Hunter. He has a stupid chef hat on, and his glued on mustache may have been falling off, but he can’t hide those blonde locks of his.
“Compliments of the chef.” He sets your drink down and you look at it. Gotta be some variation of soda. This isn’t water.
“Hey, uh. I wanted a water…” You say.
“My bad.” He swipes it back up, then turns to Bret. “What did you want, dude?” Of course, his customer service was really bad. But you can’t talk…
“I just wanted a water too.”
You’re not understanding how Bret hasn’t caught on yet. Maybe he’s not paying attention too well enough. You kept seeing Hunter’s eyes darting behind Bret, which struck you as strange.
“Hey. Did you know Shawn Michaels won the Slammy’s five times last year?” Hunter suddenly says.
“What—?” As Bret is talking, a circular tray is smashed on top of his head and he crashes down to the floor. You immediately jump out of your seat.
You’ve gotta be fucking kidding.
Shawn dramatically rips off his apron and ushers the cameraman to come closer so that they could get a good shot of this beatdown. "You think you're better than us?! Tell your little foundation to stay away from our new recruit!" He kicks him.
"Stop that!" You yell. The attention was on all of you as Shawn continues to kick Bret. In attempt to stop his assault, you jump on his back. The people surrounding you are just enjoying the show at this point.
Because you're currently trying to choke Shawn out, Hunter takes over and starts laying blows onto Bret. Chyna has to come out of nowhere in order to try and separate you from Shawn.
Once she lifts you off of him, you look behind you. "Oh my god! You too, Chyna?!"
Well, now you know for sure this restaurant wont be allowing you guys to come back.
Ever.
i'd like to give an explanation as to why she stopped having “a thing” for shawn so quickly.…..the answer is clearrrr, it’s absolutely raven’s fault…she will never see being the slightest bit clingy as a good thing again LOL.
ngl this chapter was a struggle thanks to motivation and tumblr breaking every 5 seconds. i wasn't very happy but i think it just needed a new set of eyes (aka you who's reading lmao) i thank you for reading, big things are coming!
#wwe golden series#bret hart imagine#bret hart x reader#shawn michaels x reader#shawn michaels imagine#chyna x reader#chyna imagine#triple h imagine#triple h x reader#wwe x reader#wwe imagine#wwf x reader#wwf imagine#YIPPEEEEE *cries*#SÈAN DONT FORGET THE APOSTROPHE💯#if u didn’t know it’s raven who takes us to Waffle House#us watching as the cook spits in our food while he insists this is fine dining#also be nice to waffle house employees they can fight LMAO#if you are still here remind me to buy another chicken quesadilla tomorrow mmmm
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Hi! For a fic request how about Shawn and Kevin (who use to date but are besties now) gossiping about how cute Shawn thinks Bret is
A one-shot where Diesel judges Shawn's taste in men.
a/n: ty for the ask! This was a treat to write
“Is it Taker?”
“No.”
“Luger?”
“I have more class than that, Kev.”
Diesel leaned on his locker; the metal creaked under the added weight. The behemoth of a man smacked his lips together, going through the list of wrestlers Shawn has ever made eye contact with. It wasn't that long a list, considering how much time Shawn spends sending kisses to his mirror reflection. He wrapped his arm around Shawn, his mind still wandering. The smaller man bumped his head on Diesel’s shoulder. “Since when was it your business to know who I like?”
“It always has been.” Shawn maneuvered his way out of his friend’s hold with a laugh; some strands of his hair clung to Diesel’s skin. The two had just finished a tag match and had retreated to the corner of the locker room. Their heads were ducked down, whispering about anyone passing their peripheral. One conversation led to another, and now Diesel was on a one-man investigation to figure out the new man Shawn was pining over.
“Is he hotter than me?” Diesel asked, his voice laced with seriousness. Shawn hummed in faux naivety. He tapped his gloved finger on his chin, lips twisted in a pout. “Absolutely.”
Diesel gasped, offended as Shawn took off his gear. “No one is hotter than Big Daddy Cool,” the older man smirked, “Except you.”
Shawn couldn’t hold his laugh back. “Naturally.” He placed his leather, zebra-patterned hat on Diesel’s head; it tipped over to one side. Diesel fixed it, tucking his stray hairs underneath the hat's band.
“Is it one of the Harts?” Diesel asked. He noticed how Shawn’s silence stretched on for a second too long. Diesel smirked, “Is it?”
Shawn shrugged his shoulders, a smirk perking up on his own lips. “Maybe.”
The heartbreak kid sat beside his friend, legs perched up on the other’s lap. “There’s no way it’s Anvil or Bulldog,” Diesel started, and Shawn nodded in agreement. “You can barely tell Keith and Bruce apart.”
In a flash, Diesel took hold of Shawn’s legs, trapping him in his grasp. “Is it Bret?” Shawn’s silence was enough for Diesel to confirm his suspicions.
He should’ve known. From how Shawn lingers in the locker room to hover beside Bret, even though his match was a few minutes away, how he tries to make small talk, asking Bret for advice. Diesel had already lost count of how many times Shawn slinked away from him in bars to be with Bret. The Hart was far from Shawn’s usual type, if Diesel were completely honest. He was the same height as Shawn, a far cry from all the taller wrestlers that Shawn was ever interested in. He was all serious, no nonsense, both in and out of the ring when surrounded by people that aren’t his family. Diesel was sure Shawn had called him a wet blanket more than once. Arrogant, stubborn, and too uptight. Diesel pursed his lips, “No way.”
Shawn braced himself for the judgment. Diesel’s nose scrunched as he furrowed his brows, “I’m way hotter than him by a mile, and that’s not just my ego talking,” Diesel continued, a playful glint in his eyes. He released Shawn’s legs and stood up, towering over his smaller friend. “I mean, I’m the total package – charisma, height, and let’s not forget these chiseled features.” He pointed at his own face with a smirk.
Shawn rolled his eyes, amused. “I think I’m starting to rub off on you.”
Diesel stood up and brought Shawn up with him. “Didn’t know you were into the brooding artist type.” He took off Shawn’s hat and placed it on its owner’s head. “Should I start wetting my hair and slathering my body with buckets of baby oil too?” he bantered.
Shawn watched as Diesel carried both of their bags. He gave the bigger man a playful shove, but that hardly did anything. “You know, Kev, you’re still my number one. No one can replace the original Big Daddy Cool.” Diesel grinned and opened the door for Shawn. “Great! Now spill it, when are you making a move?”
Shawn pretended not to hear the other man; his eyes focused on Bret, who just finished a promo. The two exchanged smiles before Shawn turned to Diesel. The taller man had a shit eating grin of his own, "Well-" “Don’t even start, Nash.”
#shawn michaels#bret hart#kevin nash#wwe fanfiction#wwe headcanons#shawn michaels x bret hart#ask fic#dividers by: cafekitsune#writing
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🪄Harry Potter AU: Headcanon
Slytherin!Shawn x Gryffindor! Bret
a/n: because I'm also a Potterhead, if you didn't know 🤪
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ Years 1-3 ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
Shawn’s a rich kid that comes from a long line of powerful pureblood wizards, all of whom were Slytherins. His acceptance into Hogwarts came as no surprise, and his sorting into the Slytherin house was to be expected.
Shawn’s childhood friends, the kliq as they called themselves, were also sorted into the Slytherin house: Hunter Helmsley’s a pompous pureblood, more like the Draco Malfoy character. Scott Hall, Kevin Nash, and Sean Waltman are all half-bloods, but come from prestigious families.
Bret grew up in a busy, overcrowded house full of his brothers and sisters. Both of his parents were muggles, so they were blindsided when they birthed a wizard. Even more shocking was the letter Bret received on his eleventh birthday from the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He was the first Hart in his family to attend such a reputable school, and the only other Hart to attend after him would be his youngest brother, Owen.
The sorting hat didn’t have to think long to place Bret in Gryffindor. At such a young age, he’d already exhibited such key traits as bravery, courage, and loyalty. He quickly became friends with a few kids in his house named Jim Neidhart, Brian Pillman, and Davey Smith. Owen would join their group years later after being sorted into Gryffindor during his first year.
Shawn and Bret were sworn enemies since their first year at the school. At the age of eleven, Shawn had grown used to getting anything he wanted, and what he wanted was to be friends with the cool Canadian kid.
But after witnessing the nasty attitude Shawn presented towards others that were ‘beneath him,’ Bret rejected the blond’s offer of friendship, preferring to make his own friends based on personality rather than status. Unable to process his embarrassment, Shawn resented Bret, thus sparking their ongoing rivalry.
As they grew up, Bret thought Shawn was an insufferable, entitled, spoiled brat, and Shawn thought Bret was an annoying know-it-all that took their studies way too seriously. Little did he know, Bret couldn’t afford to not take school seriously. Thanks to Professor Dumbledore, his education at Hogwarts had been subsidized by the school, but if his grades slipped, he would be at risk of getting expelled.
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ Years 4-5 ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
Bret and Shawn’s disdain for each other ran into a snag when they both came to a sudden realization: “Oh, no. He’s hot!”
Puberty had done them both some good, and when Bret found himself daydreaming about the blond one day, he knew he needed to avoid Shawn at all costs.
Shawn had quite the opposite effect: “You guys ever notice how cute Bret looks when he’s threatening to kill me,” he dreamily sighed. His friends looked at him oddly, passing the comment off as him being weird.
Shawn and Bret started to better tolerate each other when Shawn began tutoring Bret for their Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Bret was forced to humble himself by asking the blond for help at Professor Snape’s suggestion. It was the one class he couldn’t master, and Shawn was one of Snape’s star students. Bret would rather put his pride aside than risk failing the OWL exam.
Despite Shawn’s initial request for Bret to refer to him as ‘Professor Shawn,’ Bret was pleasantly surprised at how seriously Shawn had taken their tutoring session. His jovial nature took a backseat as he leaned over Bret’s book, highlighting the important differences between a jinx, a hex, and a curse. After their first session, Bret felt like he understood the subject more than he had that whole semester. It was then that he realized that Shawn was smarter than he let on.
They continued their tutoring sessions even after Bret’s grades started to improve. Bret convinced himself that it was because he understood the material better when Shawn taught it to him. Shawn didn’t have to convince himself of anything, the blond owning that he used their sessions to shamelessly gawk at Bret as he took notes.
The pair grew closer after Shawn had confronted a fellow Slytherin, Steve Austin, for calling Bret and his little brother a filthy pack of mudbloods – a derogatory term for wizards born to parents who were muggles, or non-magic wielding individuals. It was Owen’s first day at the school, and he didn’t expect to be received so negatively.
Shawn’s mouth dropped when he heard the word leave Steve’s mouth. Although he’d had a snooty upbringing, his parents had been decent enough to teach him how rude and tasteless it was to use that word. Shawn stood up for Bret and Owen in front of all of their peers, daring anyone else to utter the word. Bret greatly appreciated it. If a pureblood like Shawn could stand up for someone like him, he figured the blond couldn’t be so bad.
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ Years 6-7 ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
Their romance began during their sixth year around the time of the Yule Ball. The decadent event was a big deal and had been a popular topic of discussion amongst Shawn’s group of friends.
As soon as the ball had been announced, Marty Jannetty, a seventh year student, was quick to ask Shawn to the dance. Shawn was all smiles and rosy cheeks when he accepted the invitation as he’d had a crush on Marty since fourth year. But there was a small part of him that wished he’d been asked by a certain Gryffindor.
Bret hated dances, and he had no plans on attending the ball. He figured it’d be a night where he could finally have the library all to himself for some quiet study time. But when he left the library that night, he was shocked to find Shawn sitting under a nearby stairwell crying into an intricately designed handkerchief that was meant to be in his suit pocket.
Bret had never seen Shawn look so vulnerable, and he stood there clueless on what to do. He almost turned around, feeling as if he were intruding on a private moment. But then Shawn called his name in surprise, looking up at him with teary, blue eyes and Bret couldn’t bear to leave him alone. “Aren’t you supposed to be at the ball? Why are you crying?”
Bret sat next to Shawn, and after some coaxing, Shawn slowly opened up about how his night had gone horribly wrong. It started out so great with him dancing the night away with his friends as Marty touted him around like arm candy. “Then I lost him. So I looked around the room, and there he was. Tonguing down some fifth year. Everyone saw it. I was too embarrassed to stay so I left.”
Shawn felt foolish more than anything. Who was he to think he actually had a chance with Marty? That Marty actually liked him? He’d been nothing but a pretty face, nothing but something to claim for the ball before anyone else could.
Bret listened intently, sympathizing with Shawn as he tearfully explained his night. For the feisty blond to be moved to tears, Bret knew that he must’ve really been hurt by Marty’s actions. He’d heard nothing but negative things about the Slytherin, and he was honestly disappointed that Shawn had even become so smitten by someone like him. Marty didn’t deserve Shawn’s tears, and Shawn didn’t deserve to get his night ruined by an asshole like him.
In an effort to make Shawn feel better, Bret suggested they throw their own Yule Ball. Shawn watched in confusion as Bret stood up and began waltzing unrhythmically to the faint music that traveled from the Yule Ball a few buildings over. Bret was aware that he was probably making a fool of himself, but the warm smile from Shawn had been worth it.
Shawn did a spell to amplify the sound of the music before standing up and joining Bret for a dance. As the music slowed, so did Bret and Shawn. It was when they were swaying side to side that Shawn confessed that he was hoping for Bret to ask him to the Yule Ball.
That was news to Bret, but it was what he needed to hear to gain the courage to tell Shawn he liked him, and if he were into dances, he would’ve asked him out. They shared their first kiss that night, one of many to come in their time at Hogwarts.
Shawn’s friends supported the relationship for the most part, but he did have a minor falling out with Hunter. Hunter’s family were a bit more traditionalist than Shawn’s, and Hunter thought dating Bret would ruin Shawn’s reputation. To which Shawn said was bullshit. They made up shortly after Hunter saw how happy Bret made Shawn. Plus, he also missed his best friend.
Bret had been on the quidditch team since third year, and once he and Shawn became official, Shawn became Bret’s biggest cheerleader. Shawn would often get in trouble for using the Soronus spell at games to amplify his voice when cheering for Bret. The Head Boy of the Slytherin house would also scold him for sitting in the Gryffindor section instead of Slytherin:
“Well, my boyfriend’s not in Slytherin. Who else do you expect me to cheer for?”
“Your friend, Hunter? You know, the one that plays for Slytherin?”
“He has a girlfriend for that!”
Shawn would also wear Bret’s quidditch jersey just because he could. Whenever Bret couldn’t find an article of clothing, it was safe to assume it was in Shawn’s dorm. Shawn’s friends quickly got used to seeing red and gold clothing lying around their room. Bret would also wear his boyfriend’s clothing, a staple being Shawn’s Slytherin scarf and a thick sweater he’d left over during winter. It was a bit tight, but cozy. And it smelled like Shawn’s expensive cologne, so that was a plus.
The couple got in trouble on multiple occasions for flying on the same broomstick. Each student was expected to use their own, but Shawn loved being snuggled up behind Bret as his boyfriend whisked them away on the quidditch field after practice.
It became normal for Shawn to show up at Gryffindor functions, as he’d dubbed himself an honorary Gryffindor. No one really questioned it because they knew he’d probably shown up with Bret. Also for the free butter beer that always managed to get snuck in.
Shawn and Bret’s owls became well-acquainted in the summers when Shawn and Bret would constantly send each other letters until school started again.
They had their biggest fight during seventh year when Bret found out that Shawn had been lying to his parents about him. Well, Shawn thought ‘lying’ was a stretch. But he certainly didn’t clear up his parents’ mistake of thinking he was dating a pureblood Slytherin. Bret thought Shawn was ashamed of him and Shawn thought Bret was blowing it out of proportion.
They eventually made up when Shawn invited Bret to his home for the holidays. Shawn’s family didn’t find out until after their pleasant evening with Bret that he was a muggle-born wizard sorted into Gryffindor. It came as a surprise, but because they’d had such a lovely time with Bret, they didn’t let that sully their impression of him. Shawn did get chewed out though for not telling them sooner, which Bret vehemently agreed with them on.
Their families met after graduation, and it was quite a sight to behold. As amazed as the Harts were to have such powerful wizards in their home, the Michaels were just as enthralled by the Harts’ “muggle magic,” as Shawn’s dad had put it. This “magic” included light switches, microwaves, and who could forget the televisions:
“Mom, stop talking to the tv. The people don’t talk back,” Shawn groaned in embarrassment.
“Well, that can’t be. See? He just asked me to call a number.”
“It’s a commercial!”
#divider cr: @saradika#harry potter au#I may have watched HP while I wrote this#hartbreak#bretshawn#bret hart x shawn michaels#shawn michaels#bret hart#alternate universe#slytherdor
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been watching a lot of 90s wrestling the past few days and i just have to say ……… shawn michaels and bret hart ……….
#THE enemies to lovers#shawn michaels#hbk#bret the hitman hart#bret hart#bretshawn#hartbreak#bret hart x shawn michaels#wwe#wwf#90s wwf
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Acting Up
18+, Stone Cold Steve Austin x Shawn Michaels | Bret Hart x Shawn Michaels one shot
[Also available on Archive of Our Own!]
Tags: Alcohol use, Referenced drug use, angry sex, facial, jealousy, light enemies to friends, a little bit of hartbreak
Word count: 3144
Summary:
Steve Austin is getting tired of Shawn Michaels' attitude backstage.
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“It was Bret that broke the Heartbreak Kid's heart. If I'm gonna be honest, I didn't even know you had one.”
Shawn was really fucking annoying. In every way possible that a human being could work Steve’s nerves, Shawn did it. When people pointed out how good of friends they could be, Steve took notice. They did have a ton in common, from being from the same state to drinking habits to taste in women. They really should’ve been the best of friends.
But Shawn decided to Shawn it up backstage. He started throwing his status around making all kinds of crazy demands. His temper was at its peak and everyone suffered because of it. When he wasn’t ranting and raving he was half way to passing out due to his excessive use of pills. He could barely get his words out when he had to speak, his normally animated voice slurred and monotone. It was embarrassing. So no, Steve had very little interest in being friends with Shawn. That ship had sailed. Maybe one day down the line if Shawn got it together they could just drink a beer and watch some college football…
Shawn didn’t really give a fuck if Steve Austin liked him. That wasn’t his problem. All he had to do was go out there in the ring and cut a few good promos with him. If they got along after the fact, that was great. If they didn’t, fuck him. Shawn had enough friends. Friends who really liked him, too. Friends who hung on to his every word and were always willing to party all night with him. Even when his other friends left to go to WCW— well he didn’t want to think about that.
Sure, he still saw Kevin and Scott and Sean around. Whenever WCW had shows nearby they all met up at the closest bar to catch up on life. It just wasn’t the same as it used to be. With the way WCW was on fire, they were so up in the clouds that little ol’ Shawn was not as much of a priority as he used to be. He actually considered jumping ship to WCW too and was strongly encouraged to by them. Then Vince McMahon got in his ear like usual singing sweet words and promising him the world, so he stayed put at WWF. With each passing day Shawn wondered if that was the right choice.
He wasn’t the only one backstage thinking about leaving. Bret Hart had some shocking offers thrown his way by Eric Bischoff, offers that could have had him and his family set for life. McMahon started to counter with his own exorbitant counteroffers, which made Bret feel very wanted. They weren’t as good of a deal as Bischoff’s and it made Bret sit down to think about what he was still getting out of staying with the WWF.
If you would’ve asked him earlier in the year…? With no hesitation or second thoughts, Bret would have said Shawn was the reason he’d stay. Despite the surface level similarities Shawn and Steve had with each other, Shawn and Bret had a lot more in common. Things they would’ve never realized they shared until late nights spent together. The pair of lovers didn’t know how well they got along until they were stuck in hotel rooms with one another. Night after night of forced proximity led them to taking steps further into the physical territory, something that scared Bret shitless. None of it seemed new to Shawn. He guided Bret through some clumsy first sessions that eventually led to the best and most intimate sex he’d ever had in his entire life.
Of course as soon as Bret began to start falling for Shawn, Shawn began to act up. Bret couldn’t understand where the sudden switch-up came from. It’s not like he’d changed on him in any way. He wasn't as touchy as Shawn could be and would occasionally distance himself from him. That was just so any rumors wouldn't get started, not because he didn't care for him. Bret didn’t know how to react when Shawn got unhinged with him. He started claiming that Bret was just using him, that he was only around to use him as a toy. No matter what he said or did to convince Shawn otherwise he just couldn’t break through. So he stopped trying at all. As much as he liked Shawn’s personality and the way he arched his back up for him, all of that just wasn’t worth the drama. After their final explosive last argument the two of them iced each other out and only interacted when forced to.
At this point in his career Shawn didn’t care about being well liked. He didn’t have to be well liked by everyone. He had his crew. McMahon was still surprisingly on his side no matter what problems he caused amongst everyone. His supply of drugs and alcohol was flowing. He’d be fine without boring Bret Hart. There were plenty of men around who wanted Shawn. They would fuck him six ways to Sunday all day and all night. Bret may have been an amazing lay but he wasn’t that good. Shawn could find someone else in a heartbeat.
“Michaels, what the fuck? You’re still back here?” Steve appeared at the doorway of Shawn’s dressing room. He’d been walking around the arena looking for Shawn for what felt like forever. No one thought to tell him he’d still be in his dressing room because he was usually a lot better about getting to gorilla on time.
Shawn took the last few swigs from his bottle of whiskey. His eyes bounded over to Steve, first to look at the pissed off look plastered on his face and then to look down at his oiled chest.
“You dress like shit, Austin.” Burp.
“Man, this ain’t a damn fashion show. It’s wrestling. Get your ass together and let’s go, we’re on soon.”
“I’m together, I don’t need anyone telling me to get it together. Especially not you.” Steve was hot when he was mad. Well, Shawn thought everyone was hot when they were mad. It turned him on to know he could make someone that emotional over him.
Steve was surprised at how alert Shawn still was after having that whole bottle to himself. It only served to make him more angry. It’s not like he was about to pass out or was stumbling over himself. He was barely fucked up! The alcohol only heightened his bad attitude. He just wanted to be defiant. And for what? Just to say he got him upset?
“What is your problem? You’ve been even more of a bastard these last few weeks and you’re starting to make my job a lot harder. What, you’re mad the ring rats ain't chasing after you like they used to?”
Shawn shook his head. The groupies had lost their appeal a long time ago. If anything, he liked playing the groupie now. He liked being the one in awe at someone so much bigger and stronger than him. His cock twitched at the thought of Bret tossing him on many a hotel bed. Unfortunately, Bret truly was the best there was. It pained Shawn to admit how hard he got when he thought of him. He was just so good at knowing when Shawn wanted to be fucked versus when he wanted to be loved . Shawn’s eyes got even glassier thinking about the way Bret got in his ear during some particularly intense nights—
“Michaels!”
Shawn felt reprimanded. Almost like he had to straighten his posture and stand at attention at the way Steve said his name. So bossy.
“Lemme tell you something, Steve. The rats like me just fine. They always will, as long as I keep giving this to them.” Shawn grabbed at his crotch and laughed out loud. Drunk idiot.
“Yeah, right. So it’s not the ladies, huh? Must be someone backstage, then.”
Shawn’s face flushed. The bad thing about being out of his mind so often was that his emotions were harder to conceal. He was sure his erection was already extremely noticeable. Now he was blushing so badly his whole face was red.
“Oh it definitely is.” Steve laughed at him. “I knew it. The boys back there had been sayin’ some things but I didn’t pay them any mind. Now I know it’s true. Aw man, Shawn.”
Shawn’s chair hit the floor with a loud clatter when he got up to get in Steve's face. His breath was huffing out of his nose and his eyebrows scrunched up. He didn’t feel like being the punchline to anyone’s joke tonight.
“So the fuck what if it's true?”
“So the fuck nothing, I don’t give a shit.”
Shawn was deflated at Steve's acceptance. He was itching for a real fight. The pent up anger deep within him had been coming to a head in the last few days. There was no way he would win with Steve one-on-one and he knew it. It was probably for the best that he didn't start something he couldn’t finish.
“Okay. Yeah, it was one of the guys.” Shawn cleared his throat and took a few steps back from Steve.
“One of the guys…”
Steve had to really think on that one. It would be easy enough to believe that Shawn had hooked up with Hunter since they spent so much time together. That was too obvious, plus they were still good friends. Could’ve been Undertaker. Steve wouldn’t have been surprised by that. He opened his mouth to give his final answer when he recalled the way Bret Hart spoke of Shawn one evening while they stood at the catering table.
“If he wasn’t so pretty no one would’ve put up with his shit for this long.”
Realization struck Steve like lightning. Bret had said that comment with no semblance of jealousy in his voice. There was no hate either. What Bret did sound like though was a scorned lover. There was a lot of bitterness present within him. Steve didn’t even think twice about it at the time. It all made sense after a few minutes of thinking.
“It was Bret that broke the Heartbreak Kid's heart. If I'm gonna be honest, I didn't even know you had one.”
The anger started bubbling in Shawn again. He wasn’t even sure if it was at Steve or Bret this time. It came back with a vengeance.
“Actually, it probably didn’t go that way. Knowing you, you probably did something to piss him off and he got tired of you. You broke your own heart.”
Steve’s raspy voice saying such perceptive words was enough to send Shawn over the edge. He was back in Steve’s face again and ready to get in that fight, ass whooping be damned.
“Can’t even imagine the two of you together. I guess it does make some sense. Two crybabies in love with each other. I’m sure you were the one cryin’ more though. Even looks like you’re about to right now.”
“What is all this? You picking on me for a reason?”
“Yeah, because of your little love affair with Hart you’ve been even more of an asshole recently. You’re fucking everything up for me. If you don’t calm down soon I’ll make you calm down.”
“You can’t make me do shit.”
Shawn could not believe how fast Steve could move. He was thrown over the arm of the dressing room’s couch, face pushed into the cushion in a flash. One of Steve's hands pressed into his lower back while the other reached forward to push Shawn’s pants down, then his own. Shawn’s body squirmed with anticipation and the primal urge to run away.
“Bret said you were pretty. I’d never really thought about it before, but he was right. You are pretty. From all that hair on your head to the tattoo on your ass.”
Shawn was unable to handle anything Steve just said, from Bret calling him pretty to Steve agreeing with him. Shawn didn’t even think that Steve swung the other way and now here he was bending him over. In his self-absorbed mind he chalked it up to being so sexy that even straight guys wanted him.
“What the hell is going on?!”
“Seems like you can’t function if you aren’t getting fucked right. If I gotta be the one to do it since Bret doesn’t want you any more, so be it. You’ll be on your best behavior by the time I’m done with you.”
Shawn pushed himself against Steve and wasn’t disappointed by what he felt. Steve's dick rested heavily between Shawn’s ass, a pretty picture Steve would be sure to remember. He’d had a few fumblings in his past with men but never anything with someone as attractive as Shawn. Along with his pretty face, Steve had to admit that Shawn’s personality got him going in that kind of hatefuck way. Even when he was being a terror, something about the way he strutted around like he was the Prince of the WWF made Steve want to put him in his place. Nothing would be better than beating Shawn in the ring and making him submit in bed.
Shawn had a lot to say to Steve, he was going to give him a real piece of his mind as soon as we able to push him off—
The words died away immediately at the sensation of Steve pushing into him. It hurt at the start, the only thing lubing him up being the spit from Steve’s mouth that he’d rubbed on to himself. He was fucking huge. While he’d gotten used to Bret’s length over the months, Steve was a lot more girth. Shawn’s eyes crossed as Steve pushed himself deeper. The arch in his back threatened to fall.
“You better keep yourself up the whole time.” Steve ordered him. He had no plans of being gentle with him. He wanted to see how much Shawn could take. It turned out that it was a lot more than he expected.
Shawn writhed below with every hard thrust of Steve inside of him. Heat bloomed across his skin and creeped up past his neck. It was a gorgeous sight to see him all fidgety and needy. Punched out moans were followed out long, dragging ones when Steve slowed down and went arched himself deeper. Shawn liked to whimper, he noticed. It was cute.
Shawn's long hair flung itself back when he raised his head to readjust his position. It was hard to keep himself steady on his elbows with the way Steve kept pounding him into the cushion. Eventually he gave up and let himself fall into it. The fight was drained out of his body, he was ready to get what he deserved. Steve’s fingertips dug deep into the tanned flesh on Shawn’s hips, his pace already stuttering. He was just so tight and… eager for him. Like he was everything he had been waiting for.
Shawn managed to get his arm under himself to stroke his aching cock. As soon as he touched it he was ready to come, he was so sensitive. With the movements of Shawn reaching down to touch himself he managed to push himself even farther back on Steve. The breaths he exhaled were shaky as he matched the pattern of Steve’s thrusts to his own strokes. It only took seconds for Shawn to spurt out long ropes of his come onto the couch below him. His legs almost gave out when he finally released. It didn’t help that Steve had fucked him right through it. Shawn mumbled incoherently to himself while Steve kept going. On top of the alcohol making him stupid, Steve’s dick was also contributing to his blank state of mind.
Watching Shawn come was a sight to behold. His whole body contracted when it happened. His babbling after it was so weirdly attractive that Steve knew he was close too. All of a sudden Shawn was pushed off of Steve and onto his knees on the floor.
Steve was a sweaty mess. Anyone looking at him after the fact might have though he just got done with an iron man match. It dripped down from his head and into his eyes. He quickly wiped it away with his free hand while stroking himself with his other. There was no way he was going to miss the sight of this.
Shawn blinked at him with big, wet eyes. God, he really was a crybaby. The smile on his face could only be described as delirious. Steve groaned when he came, hot spurts covering Shawn's lips and cheeks and nose. The most impatient man in the world would have waited an eternity if that’s how long it took for Steve to finish stroking every last drop from himself. He got a lot of enjoyment at being able to stare up at Steve's body.
“Alright,” It was taking a minute for Steve to catch his breath. “You gonna stop being a dick now?”
Shawn nodded in a daze. He so badly wanted to walk out of the room with Steve’s come still painted all over his face and find Bret just to show him that someone still wanted him. Doing that would guarantee that he’d never get to feel Steve inside of him again, so he restrained himself.
“Good.” Steve walked across the room to find a box of tissues to clean himself up with, then threw it in Shawn’s direction. He was impressed he still had the wherewithal to catch it even after getting his world rocked. “Stick around after the show, we’re gonna get a beer.”
“Okay.” Shawn could barely stand, let alone walk. He was happy he didn’t have to actually wrestle tonight. Steve waited for him at the doorway while he made his way over slowly. He was completely blissed out and easygoing and it made Steve laugh on the inside. Who knew it’d be that easy?
The two men talked casually with each other as they walked out of Shawn’s dressing room and down past Bret. He was standing in the hall building up courage to work things out with Shawn when he saw them exit the room. Instead of the usual look of contempt Steve had for Shawn, he instead looked relatively happy. Shawn himself was the most relaxed he’d seen him in a while, not since one of the last times they’d had sex…
Oh, shit.
Bret felt his heart drop into his stomach as soon as Shawn smiled his way. The skin by his former lover’s glittering blue eyes crinkled when he laughed at whatever story Steve was telling him. The Heartbreak Kid had struck again and with Stone Cold Steve Austin of all people. No, this wasn't over yet. Not if Bret had anything to do with it.
#bret hart x shawn michaels#bretshawn#stone cold steve austin x shawn michaels#shawn michaels#stone cold steve austin#bret hart#hartbreak#wrestling#wrestling fanfic#wrestling smut#magnoliafanfic
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Friendly reminder that there's a dx segment in which dx keep Michael Cole hostage until they get bored and take things to vince and bret calling Shawn and hunter gay, calling Kevin and Scott shawns boyfriends and hunter makes sure to tell bret he's not gay whilst Shawn doesn't deny anything.
I think you might be on to something there bret about Shawn being gay and Kevin and Scott being his boyfriends.
Edit- yes. I may or may not of completely brushed over the fact that bret hart told everyone in the world, shawn michaels barebacked his way to the top. I was in the progress of trying to make Shawn x kevin gifs (go check them out btw, like rn) At least we know its Canon that shawns a bottom. I mean, he doesn't deny it (infact he denies nothing bret throws at him) and bret said it with so much confidence. I'd believe it. (I'd believe anything these days if it gives me more Shawn content) does make me wonder why bret knows or says half the things he does in this promo. Like we really went for the gay bucket when choosing what to pour on shawn during this one, didn't we?
#wwe#wwf#shawn michaels#kevin nash#scott hall#triple h#bret hart#dx#degeneration x#poor#michael cole#someone get that man therapy.#shoutout to him btw. hes still in the company today even after all the shit they did to him.
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The way this is literally them
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okie okie it must be requested, bret hart x reader x hbk. Can you imagine being fought over these two hunks in the 90s? CAN YOU IMAGINE THE INTENSE SEX? 😩
im going to scream, you don't understand-
-- shawn has had his eyes on you since you joined the company, you had quickly became one of the hottest and most talented stars vince had hired and you quickly became the only one he wants.
-- however, shawn wasn't the only who had an interest in you, bret had been laying it on pretty thick that he wanted you or to be close to you. he'd seen you around you people he's close to and they seemed to be happy about you.
-- bret realized very fast that shawn wanted you too, all the obnoxious flirting, the pick up lines, the attempts to convince vince to make you his love interest. classic shawn michaels. shawn could also tell that bret had eyes on you, all the sweet, lovey-dovey nicknames, the silent glances, he just knew.
-- now, you weren't stupid, you could tell they both were off of their feet for you. so why not have fun with it.
-- you'd flirt with bret in general, but specifically Infront of shawn because shawn looks like he's about to blow steam out his ears. bret getting jealous was a sight to see, shawn was quite touchy with you, whenever you were around there was always a hand around your waist. bret would immediately sweep into the conversation or whatever was happening to be close to you, and just because he can, to piss shawn off.
-- you and bret were hanging out in your locker room when things got a little heated. it ended with you on his lap, hands tangled in each others hair, making out for god knows how long.
-- later that day, even the blind can tell that something happened between you and bret. shawn could see it too, and was he livid. you? and bret? seriously the most unfunny joke.
-- something about seeing shawn all pissed off was a little funny to you. like wow ur mad mad huh
-- on a random night, the roster was celebrating something, you couldn’t even remember what it was. all you could think about was how this night will end. shawn had you on his lap, arms wrapped tightly around your waist. crazy, because bret was barely one or two meters away from you. shawn knew what he was doing, you knew what he was doing and so did bret.
-- shawn held up a glass of cherry vodka to your lips, gently holding your jaw as the drink rushed down your throat. “good girl” he whispered before beginning to kiss your neck. he locked eyes with bret as he began to kiss your shoulder, your head thrown back on his shoulder.
-- and oh boy, was bret pissed. how fucking dare shawn touch his girl who wasn’t his girl right in front of him? publicly too? the ghetto bret was on the verge of flipping the chair he was on, choosing to leave the room instead of picking a fight.
-- needless to say, while you woke up in shawn’s arms the next morning, bret couldn’t sleep because of your noises that night. he was the room next door.
-- you knew what you were doing too, but hey, not like anyone in your position would mind being fought over by two hot men who were wrapped around your finger. you could have both shawn and bret on their knees if you wanted.
-- shawn would always fuck you in his dressing room, especially in front of the mirror. something about seeing your body covered in hickeys and bite marks that he gave you was so fucking hot to him. he’d even go as far as shaping a letter ‘S’ on the side of your neck.
-- and when bret saw it, yikes. he put his own letters ‘B’ and ‘H’ in both of your inner thighs so that if shawn decided to go down on you that week, it’d be his reminder that you’re not his.
-- the situation ended up boiling over, and you had a threesome. they still fought, fought over who can please you most, who can make you cum harder, who leaves the darkest hickey, who makes you scream louder. (CAN YOU IMAGINE)
-- “if you two are good for me, i’ll let you share” shawn knees almost gave out at the thought of being good for you, and bret never realized that he had a submissive bone in his body until you said that.
-- you wouldn’t be able to walk properly after being with shawn, and you weren’t able to wear revealing gear with bret. it was either one or the other.
-- something that shawn was proud of was how sometimes he’d pass by you, knowing that his cum was dripping down your legs and that you could barely stand still while talking to bret.
-- bret, on the other hand, would always, always leave his hand print on your ass and around your throat, knowing how much that pisses shawn off
-- it’s a fun time for the three of you, but the boys will never admit it.
#rainchyna#wwe imagines#wwe fanfiction#wwe headcanons#wwe x reader#wwf x reader#wwe shawn michaels x reader#shawn michaels x reader#wwe bret hart x reader#bret hart x reader#shawn michaels smut#bret hart smut
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