#tjd

[ekmsoldier]

After Effects beginner, Day 3 🤓

[sistertonin]

jhea finally hit waffle house :]

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BÁLOR/PRIEST - WWE RAW

[queenielacy]

Dom to the rest of Judgement Day on Monday:

[balorscitygvns]

Where it breaks

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Reader x Liv Morgan, slight Older Brother!JD McDonagh x Reader

𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅: Finn Bálor, Dom Mysterio, Naomi

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: Angst

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓: One-Shot

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𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘:

After weeks of silence and emotional distance, Reader makes her shocking solo debut on SmackDown—leaving The Judgment Day stunned and Liv Morgan furious. But when an unexpected attack puts Reader in danger, it’s Judgment Day who shows up to protect her. What follows is a whirlwind of confusion, panic, and raw confession… and when Liv finally learns the truth, the answer she gives may break Reader all over again. PART ONE

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𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒:

▸ Panic attack

▸ Heavy angst

▸ Emotional rejection

▸ LGBTQ+ themes

▸ Mentions of emotional trauma, abandonment

▸ Crying, heartbreak

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Yeah, well… people never mean to fall. That’s why it hurts.

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LOCATION: Hotel Suite – Somewhere on the Road

The television flickered in front of them, tuned in to SmackDown. The room was dim, low golden light from the corner lamp casting long shadows across the walls. JD sat forward, arms on his knees. Finn stood with his arms crossed. Dom had his phone in hand, half-paying attention.

Liv Morgan, however, was glued to the screen.

And there you were — walking out under the blue lights in new gear, a new theme, no Judgment Day in sight. Alone. Confident. Changed.

Liv’s mouth dropped slightly. “No one told me she was debuting tonight.”

Dom looked up. “She didn’t tell any of us. She hasn’t texted back in weeks.”

Finn didn’t say anything. His jaw was locked.

JD muttered, “She ghosted everyone. Not even a ‘hey I’m alive’.”

Liv’s hands curled into fists as you lifted your arms in the ring, soaking in the reaction. Her voice was quiet, cold.

“She really left us like that?”

No one had an answer.

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LOCATION: Two Weeks Later – SmackDown

You didn’t have time to react when Naomi’s boot slammed into your ribs.

The match had ended five minutes ago — a surprise attack. You had no backup. No allies. No faction behind you.

You were on the mat, coughing, clutching your side when the crowd erupted. The music hit like a siren through the chaos.

The Judgment Day.

They slid into the ring like wolves: Finn leading, JD close, Dom right after — and Liv. Her hair wild, eyes locked on Naomi as they cornered her. Naomi bailed fast, slipping under the ropes, arms up in frustration as she backed up the ramp.

You stayed down. Breathing. Frozen.

Dom turned toward you, breathless, and held out a hand.

You looked at it.

Then you looked at him.

And rolled out of the ring without saying a word.

The crowd reacted in stunned confusion, but you didn’t stop. You climbed the ramp slowly, carefully — clutching your ribs.

Behind you, Liv was yelling.

“Are you kidding me?!” she shouted, jumping down and following after you. “You’re just gonna walk off?! After everything?!”

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LOCATION: Private Locker Room – Moments Later

You slammed the door shut behind you and dropped your bag, back pressed against the cold metal. Your chest was tight — too tight. Your hands were shaking.

The panic hit like a freight train.

Your ribs hurt, but your heart hurt worse. You couldn’t breathe. Your throat was closing. You clawed at the zipper of your jacket but it felt like your skin was too tight. Tears burned hot in your eyes.

Then the door burst open.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” Liv snapped, barging in. “You ignore us for weeks, you debut on SmackDown without a word, and now you walk away like we mean nothing to you—?!”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. You were crumpled near your bench, gasping for air, fists tight against your chest.

Liv didn’t notice at first. She kept going.

“I’ve been losing my mind, wondering what I did wrong! Wondering what we meant to you! I defended you to Dom, to Finn, to everyone—”

She finally looked down.

And stopped.

“…Wait. Oh my god.”

She dropped to her knees in front of you. “Hey. Hey—look at me. Breathe. Just breathe, okay? You’re okay. You’re safe. I’ve got you.”

She took your trembling hands and placed them on her own chest.

“Match my breathing, okay? In… and out. Just like that.”

It took a minute — longer — but you finally gasped your way back to a rhythm. Your body still trembled as your eyes met hers.

“…I didn’t walk away because I hate you,” you whispered. “I walked away because I love you.”

Liv froze.

“I couldn’t take watching you with Dom. I couldn’t stand being invisible to you while feeling like I was falling apart inside. I’ve been in love with you for months, and I was too scared to say it because I thought if I did, I’d lose everything.”

Your voice broke.

“And then I lost it anyway.”

For a long moment, Liv just stared. Her blue eyes were wide. You couldn’t read her.

Then… slowly, she pulled her hands away from yours.

“…Liv?” you said, breath hitching.

But she was already standing.

Already turning.

Already walking out the door.

Click. The door shut behind her.

Liv had just walked out. Kinda like how you did to her.

The door shut behind her like a final word, a silent “you shouldn’t have said that,” and it felt like all the air had been ripped from your lungs again — but this time, the panic didn’t need to finish what heartbreak had already started.

You sank to the cold floor, knees pulled to your chest, arms wrapped around your stomach like you could hold yourself together physically. But the sobs came hard and messy. There was no saving face now. Not after weeks of silence. Not after baring every piece of yourself to the one person you couldn’t stand losing.

And she walked away.

You didn’t hear the knock. Or the door creak open.

But you felt it when someone sat down beside you. Felt it when the person wrapped their arms around you.

“…Hey.” JD’s voice was softer than you’d ever heard it.

You didn’t even look up. Just choked on another breath. “She left Jay.”

“I know.”

“I—I thought she’d say something. Anything.”

JD hesitated, then placed his hand on your back, rubbing slowly between your shoulder blades — not saying much, not pushing.

“She just needs time,” he said finally. “She’s got a loud mouth but a slow brain when it comes to feelings.”

That earned a weak, half-hearted laugh through your crying, and JD smiled softly like it was the first step.

“She’s not mad,” he added. “Not really. She’s just scared. The same way you were.”

You sniffled, turning your head up to look at him, eyes glossy. “You think I made it worse?”

“I think…” JD exhaled. “I think you finally told the truth. And no matter what happens next, you needed to say it.”

You closed your eyes, leaning you head against his chest listening to his heartbeat. “I didn’t mean to fall in love with her.”

JD ran his fingers throught you hair gently. “Yeah, well… people never mean to fall. That’s why it hurts.”

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SOMEWHERE DOWN THE HALL – LIV’S POV

She didn’t stop walking until she hit the far end of the hallway.

Her hands were shaking. Her jaw was tight. Her chest felt like it was wrapped in barbed wire.

She should’ve stayed. She should’ve said something.

But the second you said “I’m in love with you,” it was like her brain short-circuited.

She didn’t even know what to feel. She was angry. Hurt. Guilty. Confused. And underneath it all, something soft and terrifying was blooming in her ribs — something she wasn’t ready to name.

She leaned against the wall, eyes burning.

Footsteps echoed behind her. She didn’t have to look to know who it was.

“You okay?” Finn asked, voice quiet, cautious.

Liv didn’t answer.

He moved to stand beside her, studying her face.

“What happened?”

He didn’t need to ask, but he wanted to hear it from the blonde.

She hesitated. Her throat was tight. Finally, she whispered:

“She said… she’s in love with me.”

Finn blinked slowly. “And how do you feel about that?”

Liv’s eyes dropped to the floor. Her heart thundered in her chest.

“…I don’t know.”

And that silence between them said more than words ever could.

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[jeffpunksgrl]

someone turn on someone PLEASE

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SECRET

CM Punk x Little!Reader

WORD COUNT: 1.3k

DESC: After a stressful day y/n reveals to Phil that they're a little

Gender Neutral Reader [They/Them]

WARNINGS: SFW Age Regression//Not Proof Read//Implied Anxiety//Overstimulation//Alcohol Mentions//Mentions Of Drunk People//Mentions Of Stress//Crying//Characters Probably Acting Out Of Character//Generic Pet Names

A/N >> This is my first time writing for a little reader so apologies if it's not great, I've been thinking about writing for other wrestlers with a little reader [as well as more Punk!] So hopefully this isn't that awful no one wants to read any other stuff from me lmao

TAGS: @seasonal-depression-of-punk

Enjoy!

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The entirety of the wrestling roster were more than familiar with and accepting of age regression due to how open The Judgement Day were about Dominick's age regression; however this didn't stop y/n from keeping their regression a secret from everybody. They had gone as far as trying to avoid The Judgement Day while they were caring for a small Dominick as y/n found themself slipping into a regressed state whenever they were around other regressed people and their caregivers. This is why when y/n felt themself slowly slip into a regressed state they wanted nothing more than to go home for the evening so they could do so without any fear of being seen.

After a successful episode of Monday Night Raw a handful of wrestlers decided to go out for a drink to celebrate, y/n couldn't think of a worse situation for themself right now; they were exhausted, they were anxious and going to loud, packed bar wasn't going to help them at all.

'Hey y/n a few of us are going out to celebrate, do you want to come with us?' Phil's voice echoing through y/n's dressing room, pulling them from their thoughts. Y/n forced a smile to paint their features, Phil always made sure to involve y/n in everyone's plans as he knew they tended to go unnoticed due to their quiet, self-reserved nature. 'I think I'll give this one a miss Phil, I'm not really feeling up to it' y/n softly replied to which Phil jokingly rolled his eyes; 'come on y/n' he began, 'It'll help to take your mind off of things and plus, it won't be the same without you' he softly pleaded. Despite the anxiety slowly filling y/n as well as the difficulty to not fall into a regressed state slowly becoming greater y/n couldn't bring themself to disappoint Phil so, after letting out a subtle sigh, y/n replied; 'alright Phil, I'll come out, just for a while though ok?' Phil's eyes practically lit up, completely unable to hide his excitement; 'awesome!' he exclaimed, 'we'll see you there.'

Once y/n arrived at the bar their eyes tiredly scanned the building until their eyes landed on Phil, Drew, Becky and Seth who simultaneously waved to y/n, signalling for them to come over to the area of bar which they were sat at; 'Y/N!' Drew shouted, his voice laced with intoxication 'you made it', wrapped in Seth's arms, Becky reiterated what Drew was trying to relay; 'we're really glad you're here y/n.' Before y/n could reply, Phil playfully patted the empty seat next to him signalling for them to take a seat next to him, to which they agreed, instantly feeling at ease from Phil's presence alone.

Around half an hour had passed and it was becoming increasingly more difficult for y/n to stay focused on their surroundings despite the grounding feeling they got from Phil's presence; they couldn't take it anymore, it was so loud, every decibel of sound infiltrating y/n's body, attacking their senses. As their head began to pound, y/n silently and abruptly shot up from their seat and rushed outside to their car, haphazardly pulling the door open, crawling onto the back seat and locking the door. Y/n wanted nothing more than to go home, they wanted nothing more than to have all of their comfort items so they could comfortably regress but instead they were stuck in the back of their car, completely overwhelmed. As their stress and desire to go home grew y/n found themself unable to stop themself from finally slipping into little space, inadvertently meaning that they were officially stuck in their car as operating a car whilst not only overwhelmed but also in a regressed state was definitely not a good idea.

Y/n did the only thing they could in their situation; they curled up on the backseat of their car and allowed tears to cloud their vision. Suddenly y/n was pulled back into reality by a gentle yet prominent knock on the car window, as their eyes shot up they met with the concerned and unwavering eyes of Phil who motioned for y/n to roll the car window down so he could speak to them. Y/n was reluctant to roll the window down, secretly hoping if they didn’t do so then it’d mean Phil never caught them in the state they were in, however they couldn’t bring themself to ignore Phil, he had a look of concern in his eyes which was impossible to ignore. Once the window was rolled down Phil leaned into the car so that he could speak to y/n without raising his voice, sure that speaking loudly right now would distress y/n. Softly he requested; ‘can I come in sweetheart?’ Sweetheart? Phil had never uttered such a name to y/n, surely he was just trying to provide comfort and right now comfort was all a little y/n needed right now.

With a subtle nod y/n unlocked the car door allowing Phil to climb in, once he was seated, y/n couldn’t contain themself, they instinctively crawled over to Phil, laying their head on his lap. As y/n lay down Phil took his calloused hand and began gently running it through y/n’s hair before softly speaking; ‘can you tell me what’s gotten you so upset sweetheart?’ Mumbling into his lap, hiccuping from the tears still pouring from their eyes y/n replied; ‘want home.’ Phil lightly chucked, ‘well there’s a very simple solution, you can go home, there’s no need to cry is there?’ He said in a tone which he intended to be playful but came across as mean-spirited, causing y/n to cry further. Realising his tone, Phil spoke once more; ‘shh y/n I’m sorry, why aren’t you going home hmm? Is everything ok?’

Y/n froze for a moment, slowly realising that the secret they were so desperate to keep from everyone was moments from coming out. Phil, growing anxious himself from y/n’s change in demeanour, gently rubbed circles into y/n’s shoulder with his thumb, silently encouraging y/n to speak. Further burying their face into Phil’s lap in order to muffle their words, y/n muttered out ‘I'm like Dom’ secretly hoping that Phil wouldn't hear them. 'I can't hear you sweetheart' Phil spoke out to which y/n repeated themself at the same register. Warmly smiling down at the person on his lap, unable to find their shy nature anything short of amusing, Phil took his large hands and placed them on y/n's shoulders, pulling them into an upright position. 'I can't understand you when you're hiding that face of yours y/n' he lightly chuckled, 'can you repeat yourself one more time?' After a moment of thought filled silence y/n let out an anxious sigh and repeated themself for a final time; 'I'm like Dom' they said lowering their head.

Phil admittedly wasn't the smartest man but once y/n uttered those words he instantly understood what was going on; 'and do you have somebody to look after you like Dom does?' Phil asked anxiously, the thought of y/n not having a caregiver to keep an eye on them while regressed worried Phil more than he'd ever like to admit. Y/n quickly shook their head, they had been without a caregiver for as long as they can remember, pulling them into a sympathetic embrace Phil planted a soft kiss on the top of their head before suggesting something tempting to y/n. 'How about we get you home hmm? What kind of a guy would I be if I didn't make sure you were all looked after?' Y/n giggled softly and nodded at the prospect of having a caregiver, and Phil of all people? They couldn't help but feel excitement well in their chest.

With that, Phil climbed into the front of the car, sure to keep a hand spare to drape around to the back of the car for y/n to hold onto for comfort. Once they had arrived home y/n retrieved all of their comfort items before joining Phil on the sofa. Tomorrow they would discuss Phil becoming a more permanent member of y/n's life, possibly becoming their caregiver but right now all y/n needed was to feel safe so they could finally sleep and out the stress of the day behind them.

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A/N >> I'm sorry this isn't great but if anyone wants to give my writing a second chance drop requests in my inbox lmao and lmk if you'd like to be tagged in any future fics