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rainchyna · 1 year

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𓆩♡𓆪 episode nine: THE HEARTBREAK KID’S PLAN

i’m sorry for making y’all wait long for this garbage.

7:42 am, training.

you never understood why Summer Slam was held in August, August was the beginning of fall. why call it the biggest party of the summer when people are just beginning to over feed their turkeys?

Vince is a creative genius! they say, but June is the epitome of summer, why not do it then? you ask, shut up they reply. who are they? the little voices that cause your daily brain rot known as the WWF creative.

maybe the little voice in your head wasn’t the WWF creative, maybe it was Bret Hart, because it sure does sound like he’s talking to you. wait a minute…

“y/n! get up, what the hell are you doing?”. Bret wasn’t the only person in the ring with you, Owen was running all the ropes over you and you just laid there. you groan out loud and the brothers look at you. “you alright, bud?” Owen asked, “nah man!” you sit up. “what is it?” Bret sits next to you.

“Shawn Michaels!” you exclaim, Bret chuckles, “tell me about it”. you shake your head as it falls to your palm, “no, you don’t get it. we’ve been mostly hostile for the past two weeks, but apparently Shawn and peace don’t come together!” you explain.

“wait” Owen says as he sits on your other side, “what did he do?”

“I was going to the cafeteria earlier, to get coffee and what not, tell me why a staff member pulls me to the side taking ‘bout “oh Shawn’s been trying to get creative to change up the storyline of the y/n-Taker angle”” you say.

“what?” Bret asks and Owen frowns, “what does he gain from that?” he asks. you aggressively shrug before flopping back down, you were both pissed and confused.

why the hell would he be trying to do that? what was the reason? was it something you did? does he just not like you anymore? does he want out of it? because you sure as hell can replace him, and he’s not even on your team!

“you should talk to him” Bret said, you look at him. “and who the hell is he for me to talk to him? I’ll just go directly to Vince” you said. “matter of fact, I’ll go to him right now!”

it wasn’t that long after and you were already knocking on Vince’s door. “oh, y/n, well you’re here early” he smiles as you enter. “drop the fake nice act, you know why I’m here” you say and his face drops as he looks at the paperwork in front of him.

you sit on a chair in front of him and the place your championship on the chair next to you. “whatever it is that that boy Michaels is trying to do better stop immediately.” you begin.

“I don’t know what the hell is going through his head, but if tries fucking with my story, if he tries fucking with my money, he won’t be as pretty as he is right now”.

Vince was nervous, certainly not because he was scared of you or… anything.. but he already okayed Shawn’s idea. they talked about it over the phone yesterday and he thought it was brilliant, excellent even. however, your contact does end by the time it should be executed because it’ll happen on the last bit of your feud with Taker.

and if this is how you’re reacting to just the thought of the idea, you will one hundred percentage not resign if you find out about it.

and what’s he going to do? find another fresh face that the fans will support and go with fully? the fact he was even able to sign you is insane and the amount of money you’ve made for the company since your debut is even crazier. Vince literally couldn’t risk it.

or could he?

“out of everyone you could take ideas from, his?! you took his?! seriously what were you thinking? and why did I have to find out through a staff member? you need to get your priorities straight and make some changes ‘round here”

Vince nods, “yes, Y/n, of course”

“and speaking of making some changes…” you cross your legs as you pull your championship on your lap. “it’s my turn to give you some ideas”

8:27 pm, y/n’s locker room.

“what the hell…” you mutter, who did this to your locker room?

there were five -or at least what you can count- large flower bouquets laid out on the floor, more than fifteen smaller bouquets on your couch and a singular red card on the table in the middle of the room.

from pink to red, yellow, white, and orange, big, medium and small. roses, lilies, tulips, some you couldn’t even names, the room smelled like a freshly watered garden, it was absolutely lovely.

well, this was something!

you were excited because what if someone backstage had a thing for you? trying to be cute with their confession? hmm… but what if it’s an obsessive stalker is trying to kill you? and this was their of expressing their love for you?

you cringe at your own thought before picked up the card from the table.

you’ll find your way to me, one way or another ♡

xoxo, your backstage admirer.

you read the message over and over again, each time it got more interesting, but what got you the most was the perfectly drawn heart at the end.

okay…

but now what?

the girls need to see this!

you grab one of the bouquets and the card in your hand and walk back out into the hallway, only to immediately bump into someone.

“sorry!” you didn’t even see who that was, “whatcha got there, pretty girl?”, of course it was Shawn. “what do you want? actually! do you know who put those here?” you ask.

you push the flowers to the side, Shawn shakes his head. “I‘be been wondering why my allergies have been triggered, I see why now” he says, you rolled your eyes. “I didn’t ask all that” you say, “do you or do you not know?” you ask.

Shawn huffs and he faints being hurt, placing a hand on his chest. “you’re so mean to me!” you begin walking away and towards the dressing room when he says.

“what if I do know him”, you can practically hear his smirk. “then tell me”, he shakes his head again, “be nice to me!” he demands. again with the be nice to me shit, you are nice to him! sometimes!

“i’ll find out myself!”

oh find out yourself, alright.

Shawn knew what he was doing, why would he tell you who it was? as far as he’s concerned he was a part of this little plan, and he benefited from it. you can try as hard as you wanted to but you were never going to find out.

you didn’t need him, but you wanted to know who that is so badly. little did you know, someone was watching your little interaction from afar.

“wait so who…?” Chyna asked, “I don’t know and it’s killing me!” you head falls to your palm, “it’s probably your man” Lita teases.

“huh?” you look up, she rolls her eyes, “don’t act all dumb now, you know we see you and Hunter” Lita wiggled her eyebrows. wait, she’s onto something..

you didn’t even consider Hunter as an option because the card said “secret”, maybe you do know the person! maybe it is Hunter!

but why write secret admirer? and what were the flowers for? you have so many questions.

“what is it with you and Hunter by the way?” Chyna smiles, “oh, for fuck’s sake” you mutter hiding a smile.

you don’t know what you and Hunter are.

you really like each other but no one is making the first move, you find yourself tangled in his bedsheets more often that you should, he catches himself staring at you longer than appropriate, it’s the little touches and the stolen kisses, nothing ever goes further, but deep down you both want them to.

“I don’t know” you mutter as you walk towards the door, “where are you going?” Lita asks, “I got some digging to do! and some questions that need answers..”

10:18 pm, Raw <Live> w/ Y/n Y/l/n and Mr. Perfect on commentary!

the match you wrestled tonight was a bit upsetting to you, you loved working with Luna! you absolutely did, but you had to squash her on tonight’s Raw per Vince’s request.

he wasn’t budging so you just did what you had to do, it was a quick match and the crowd was puzzled as to why it went by so fast but at least you showed up tonight.

the highlight of the match however, was you and Gorilla Monsoon showing off the new women’s championship design, which the crowd popped massively for.

this morning you showed Vince a sketch of what you thought would look cool on a belt, and he liked it enough to were he said that he knew a guy that knew a guy that get the belt fully designed by the end of the day.

and here it was, propped up in front of you at the commentary desk as you sat next to Jim Ross and Jerry Lawrer. the match you were watching was Marc Mero vs. Hunter Hearst Helmsley for intercontinental championship, the match was supposed to be between Hunter and Mr. Perfect, but alas, a match was booked.

“I really feel bad about not being able to perform in front of all of these great fans” Mr. Perfect said, you laugh. “it’s not like you’d be able to win anyways” you snicker, “I see you’re Hunter’s team, Y/n” Jim says, you nod. “have you seen Hunter?” you ask. “I definitely see him and OH! Hunter with a suplex!”

you didn’t know what to expect from being commentary, it was weird watching from outside of the ring, but definitely an experience.

Hunter pushes the referee into the the ropes to stop Marc from hitting “the wild thing”, in Japan it’s called a shooting star press but apparently no one has done it here before which in itself was a wild thing.

“we’ll that wasn’t gentlemanly of him!” Mr. Perfect bellowed, “oh he’s is a gentleman alright!” you defend him. “oh yeah? what do you know about Hunter?” Mr. Perfect asked, “a lot! and none of it is of your business!”

“you listen here, little girl-”

“or what?”

the crowd pops as Marc launches himself at Hunter from the top rope, he gets up after a bit and they begin throwing each other around and Hunter pushes Marc on the referee, Mr. Perfect stands up and Jim warns him to not interfere.

“he won’t interfere” you say getting up, “but I will!”, you rush towards the ring and the audience cheers again, you make sure the referee stays down as Mr. Perfect also rushes to the ring, steel chair in hand.

he hands it to you.

you walk towards Hunter, but hit Marc with the chair making him drop to the mat. Mr. Perfect drags the referee towards Hunter who now covered Marc to count.

1,2,3!

the crowd pops and Hunter’s music plays, he’s the new champion. Mr. Perfect hands him the IC championship and hands you yours. Hunter hugs Mr. Perfect, they he hugs you tightly, then picks you up over his shoulder as you both raise your championships.

this one hundred percent will intensify your dating rumours.

shenanigans, but at least you participated.

you barely made it back to the locker room area before Hunter was spinning you around and about, kissing all over your face.

“i’m so proud of you!” you hold him close, “now we both have gold” he smiles, “thank you, angel”. you giggle, “you already thanked me, Hunter. you’ve done enough” you say.

“by the way, what’s with the flowers?”

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itssydneysweeney · 1 year

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𝐒𝐲𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐲 & Shawn Mendes at Timothée & Sophie's wedding — November 12th 2022. @shcwns

#hollywoodfameoutfits #ft shawnm #( the only boy that matters ) / * shawn.#edited this to add shawn: ellie i hope you like shawns tux i looked for one that was on kind of #the same color pallette #╰ ♡ ✧ ˖ sugar spice and everything nice ┊ visage .

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itssydneysweeney · 2 years

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#╰ ♡ ✧ ˖ the only boy that matters ┊ shawn .#edits.#in case you couldn't tell i was bored...#also it's a few days late bc their 7th month was on the 14th but who cares

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itssydneysweeney · 2 years

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sydney_sweeney Listen, so earlier this year I met the sweetest guy on planet earth. One that has been treating me so right that he doesn't even sound real but I want to keep him forever in my life. A guy who I didn't know would become such a important part of my day. To be honest when we first met I thought he’d only be there for a night, or a few. I truly believed that our days together were counted and even though he seemed rather nice i wasn’t quite sure if he could ever be the one. He would tell me the sweetest things and his smile seemed to be able to cure all the bad things in the world --- but there he was, broken... Today is that boy's birthday and I just want to wish him all the best things in life. I like you, a lot, dimples and you make me the happiest I've ever been. I don’t exagerate when i say you make my dullest days happy and by your hand i feel like nothing could ever harm me. So thanks for letting me go through this bumpy life hand in hand. Hope you enjoyed your gifts and that we get to celebrate many more birthdays together. Sinceresly, your cheeseball.

(P.S.: there are way more things i’d like to tell you but will save those for a private conversation)

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#╰ ♡ ✧ ˖ sugar spice and everything nice ┊ visage .#my socials.#╰ ♡ ✧ ˖ the only boy that matters ┊ shawn .#one more hour till it's midnight in toronto but i might pass out before that and it's midnight here so yolo #also sorry guys (and ellie) i'll be posting a series of things today (3 posts in total tbh)#got a little carried away lmao

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itssydneysweeney · 2 years

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So....

[ ooc: imagine she left a set of envelopes over their bed, all smell of her perfume and have numbers so he knows in which order to open them ]

hello handsome. today is your special day and i wanted it to be all about you, but since you seem to have everything everyone could ever ask for, i started wondering - what could a girl like me get you? and there were many options like: * a new guitar, but oh, you have plenty.... * a star.... isn’t that too overused? plus you are the one true star. * or i could get you regular gifts like a rolex or something like that but you probably have plenty.... so for my dimples, my loving boyfriend, the tulips guy, the only boy that matters (to me) ... here are some gifts that i consider he’d like way better:

1st. have a postcard with the picture i have as lockscreen from the days we spent together in europe.

2nd. just so you know i actually listen the things you tell me, do you remember that one time you mentioned just how bad you felt that during our time in florence you didn’t give me the time of day and that you wanted to go back there one day? well, i got us the plane tickets and they are open so you can be the one who picks when do you wanna go... there is no rush, it can be tomorrow, in a week, a month or a year... i’m here to stay anyways....

3rd. one of my favorite things of the nights we spend together is actually waking up in your arms... sorry i wasn’t there this morning as you opened your eyes but someone had to make this breakfast for two and set up all your surprises.... also sorry for pretending i had forgotten what day was today but... we are having breakfast outside cause there is where your 4th gift is waiting for you... now, before you open your 4th envelope come meet me downstairs and please don’t cheat Mendes!!

[ ooc: and here is where shawn is supposed to go downstairs and meet Sydney ]

4th. please read the next coupon carefully. do you notice anything odd? that isn’t my name, is it? but it does sound familiar, right? so here is the thing.... i really, really, really like you and i wanted to show that to you, show you how happy you make me and there was no material gift that could do that.... and that’s when i started thinking.... what is something that shawn REALLY needs? Tarzan. yes, the dog you share with your ex... i know how much he means to you and how much you might be needing him so shout out to your ex for actually letting me bring him with me for a few days.... she also agreed to let you have him at least one week per month and whenever she is busy on tour you can babysit the little one (well, not so little...). now you may understand why i wasn’t sure if toronto was the best idea, i was more afraid for him than anything but... babe, open the door now that i’m anxious to see your face and there is someone who wants to jump over you. (also, yes - the coupon can be extended to get some hugs and kisses from me too).

P.S.: this is not mandatory but Tarzan mentioned, and Tank agreed, that we should get them a four pawned sibling... well, or at least you should, and i was hoping you’d let me go pick one with you. (not today tho cause i’m sure you want to see your parents and such)

5th. you owe me a date, but this coupon isn’t for that. it’s a coupon you can use at any time you want and i just can’t even say “but”, just show it to me and i’ll be by your side in a heartbeat. so if you are ever missing me or consider it’s been too long since the last time we saw each other in person... use it and i’m your, Mendes.

your girlfriend, Syd.

@shcwns

#╰ ♡ ✧ ˖ silky bows and shinny wrapping papers ┊ gifts .#╰ ♡ ✧ ˖ the only boy that matters ┊ shawn .#shawnm #oh damn.... i just realised i never tagged you on this so hopefully it randomly pops up

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itssydneysweeney · 2 years

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It all started with a letter so here we go....

i’ve been thinking about this for quite a while so trust me when i say it’s not just the spur of the moment or that i had one too many shots of tequila last night....

seasons have changed with us together, days, months... like it’s been almost 6 months which sounds... crazy? to say the least. and for reals when we had our very first date back on valentine’s day if someone had asked me i wouldn’t had put my money on you, or us...

you were broken, not sure if you wanted a new person in your life after what you had to go through with your ex... and me? honestly i was going through a bumpy break up too and not sure if i was ready to meet someone and become exclusive... the idea scared me. was i ready for that kind of commitment? i wasn’t. certainly not then. and the question has been hunting me ever since. was i ready? what made me take a leap of faith...

that answer was easy, you know? but to accept it, now THAT was the scary part. cause to admit you were the reason why i changed my mind, to admit that i’m happy with you and wouldn’t change you for the world means also admitting that you matter to me and i can’t see a life in which you are not my leading guy and i don’t get to fall asleep to your voice on the phone.

oh, dimples.... i’ve always heard my friends talking about guys who had turned their whole world upside down, but with you? that’s the biggest understatement... my whole world change the day i met you, or well --- started changing. and i’m no longer to admit that out loud.

i’m no longer scared to admit you are my biggest weakness and that when you cry i cry and when you are sad so am i but when you smile? oh, when you smile it’s when my whole world shines. everything feels like a field of dandelions when you say sweet things to me and my feet are no longer over the surface --- i float. and not in a vecna creepy kind of way...

when you kiss me i get that thriving sensation they write about on romantic novels. i’m almighty whenever you call me your leading lady or just casually mention i’m yours.

so yes, i personally figured out the best way to say this was just how everything started between us... with a letter... remember that one day? you were in toronto, just like now, but i wasn’t there - i was in hawaii and yet you didn’t think it twice. it felt like an eternity but kissing you made the wait worth it... once again sorry for how long my reply took that time around but i wanted to be sure of my decision. as sure as i am now...

the whole purpose of this letter, and the only reason why i waited until the last minutes of your special day to give it to you is i’m shaking and internally screaming... guess this is how you felt on that road trip --- and i’m much better with words on a paper than saying them out loud... like imagine if even writing it’s taking me this long how it would be if i was actually speaking, face to face.

but enough. i’m writing this with the fear of scaring you but i can’t live a life in which i’m scared to live, to feel, to .... fuck. well, not to fuck.

shawn, the truth is, i think i love you. and not just like i love pancakes, i love you in the way a girl who can’t stop thinking of you does. i love you and my heart skips a beat each time you get really close to me, your hands against my skin.... i love you and count down the minutes for every new meeting of ours. i love you and that four letters word never made that much sense to me before. i love you and im afraid maybe it’s just one sided (and it’s okay if it’s like that cause i don’t mean to rush you, we all have our own pace but i love you and i don’t want to keep it bottled up anymore)

i love you and i tried to mask the feeling as other things but it’s been a few weeks since i realised what others described me as loving their special one sounded a lot like what you make me feel.

in your presence my heart races, my legs shake and my hands feel all sweaty. but even if all those sensations are uncomfortable, i wouldn’t change them for the world. i love feeling that way for the most special guy i’ve ever met.

so... yes, this isn’t a letter to get a response back, it’s just my confession cause just as you did that day on your car, i couldn’t hold it inside of me anylonger or i’d explode...

but have some mercy on me, mendes.... even if you don’t love me, and even on the worst case scenario in which you feel like you could never love me... come find me in the bedroom cause there is one last surprise i have for you that implies a lot less clothing. one last birthday surprise you can have before midnight and that is all yours to take and enjoy as you please. here a hint:

(P.S.: come rushing cause i’m getting cold and i might be able to resist it if you don’t say me that words back but it’s been a long day and what i can’t take is one more minute without your kisses and your hands all over me.)

@shcwns

#╰ ♡ ✧ ˖ silky bows and shinny wrapping papers ┊ gifts .#╰ ♡ ✧ ˖ the only boy that matters ┊ shawn .#okay have in mind this was writen by a half drunk mar last night okay?#alexa play mercy by shawn mendes

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