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toxicanonymity · 2 years ago

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A lift and two screws (one shot)

Words: 4.5k | Pairing: Corey Cunningham x f!Reader Summary: You go to Prevo Auto to get your car fixed after hours, and the handsome mechanic rails you twice. Notes: Reader has breasts and a vagina and can be lifted by Corey. Um, please excuse the lack of mechanic knowledge.

WARNINGS: I8+ P in V, mildly dubcon, choking, finger sucking. I'll be honest, rereading this >1 yr later, the size kink, hand kink, and voice kink all go pretty hard lmao be nice this was like my third week writing.

Your car’s persistent rattle has gotten to the point that you’re finally bringing it into Prevo on your way home from work. You turn into the property and dust kicks up under your tires as you make your way to the mechanic shop. The sun is just starting to set.

One garage door is open and another is closed. You pull up to the open door and park outside. You get out of your car and don’t see anyone in the garage. In the office, there are shadows moving. You look at the glass door trying to find their hours but it’s blank.

Out of view, you hear someone working on a truck in the garage. You call, “Hello?” And hear something clatter. “Just a sec!” a deep, gruff voice answers.

The glass door to the office opens and the blinds rattle. Ronald steps out holding a clipboard. He’s wearing a pen behind his ear. “You dropping off?”

“Actually, I’d like to wait if possible.”

“Sorry kid, we’re about to close. You’re welcome to drop it off though.”

You should have known it was too late. “It’s okay, it’s just a rattle, it’s not urgent. I’ll try to get here earlier tomorrow.”

“Sure thing,” Ronald says. Before he heads back in the office, he says “Corey! Time to close up.”

Corey Cunningham emerges from behind the truck. He’s wiping oil off his forehead. He was always sturdy, but damn, he’s looking good. Whenever you’ve seen him in the past, he was dressed in layers, so you couldn’t really see his body. And it was almost like he was cowering. You can’t blame him - Haddonfield has treated him horribly. Something’s changed now. It’s not just the uniform. He carries himself differently, and for the first time you’re noticing he’s built like a football player. He never struck you as athletic before.

He takes a pair of goggles off and fluffs his curls with a huge, dirty hand. As his hand flexes, a vein bulges between his wrist and one of his thick knuckles. Now, those are the hands of a man, you think. “Hey,” he says. His voice is deep and husky. “What’s up?” He crosses his large arms and shifts his weight to one leg. You can’t take your eyes off his body. His uniform hugs his hefty frame.

“Hey, it’s just a rattle. I’ll bring it back tomorrow, no worries,” you say.

You start to get back in your car, then Corey says, “Hey, uh,” looking over his shoulder to make sure the door closes behind Ronald. He lowers his voice. “Come back in an hour. I got you.” His low, gravely voice just melts you, and you savor the closeness created by his near-whisper.

“Really? I don’t think it’s urgent.”

“Nah, I’ll be here. Better just to get it done,” he says. “If you want, of course.” He takes his eye glasses and a pinky ring out of his chest pocket and puts them on.

“Yeah, okay. Sure, sounds good.”

You go home and take off your work clothes. You put on jeans, a tank top, and a zip-up hoodie. When you get back, it’s dark. Corey lets you into the gate. His uniform is unzipped to the waist, revealing a white tshirt under the blue fabric. You park outside the closed garage and roll down your window.

His ass fills the seat of his jumpsuit as he crouches down to grab the handle of the garage. He is built. At least a dozen muscles in his back flex as he lifts the door. The size of his hand makes the handle look small. His other hand assists from the bottom of the door as it goes up. You can’t take your eyes off his hands. “I’ve just gotta move this truck to free up the lift. It’ll take a minute..”

“Okay,” you say. You get out of your car and lean against it. “Mind if I watch?” The garage is dimly lit, but you can see enough.

“Uh, sure,” he says, as he grabs a huge tool box by a handle that doesn’t fit all his fingers. He sets the tool box down and grabs a tire off the ground. His big thighs and arms flex as he carries it to the truck. His glutes press against his jumpsuit with each step. He gets back to the truck and squats down with the tire, his thighs and hamstrings straining the fabric. You try not to drool.

He catches you staring. He pulls his arms out of his jumpsuit and lets it hang at the waist. His arms are tan and look even bigger with the sleeves of his tshirt hugging his biceps. You’re getting wet. His torso is like a tree trunk, and his back and side muscles move as he uses a wrench to put the tire on. Even the wrench looks small in his sculpted hand. His knuckles are so distinct, they keep catching your eye. You know he must be good with those hands.

When he stands back up, he ties the jumpsuit sleeves around his waist. Then he gets in the truck and moves it outside the garage, parking it in the lot. He comes jogging back and a flood light hits him, his hair and hard pecs bouncing slightly. You can’t remember being turned on by a guy’s pecs before, but they’re so hard. His whole torso is like a sturdy rack of muscle. “Alright, let’s bring it in,” he says, as he walks into the garage. Everything sounds sexy in his voice.

He directs you as you park your car, then jogs back to the garage door. He pulls the door down before you’re even out of your car. Your stomach starts to flutter. You’re essentially captive in here now, and no one knows you’re here. Not that he would do anything, but you wonder if you should have at least told your roommate where you were going.

You open your car door and he catches it with one massive hand. He stands there with his imposing figure between the door and the frame of your car, and squats down so your faces are just a foot or so apart. “So, I hear the rattle.” His voice is low and thick. “Is that all?” He asks. There are a few faint, purple bruises on his broad neck, you wonder what from

“Yeah, that’s all,” you confirm. With his arm holding the door, you can smell his masculine musk and your nipples pucker. His arm. . . He looks like he could carry you with one arm, honestly.

He's kind of blocking you from getting out of your car. You wonder if you’re supposed to stay inside it. You also start to wonder if this is really a bad situation. Your body definitely wants to be here, but your survival instincts are making some calculations. He’s only a couple of inches taller than you, but he’s so solid and hefty you wouldn’t stand a chance in a struggle. Your best bet would be to run. But run from what?

He moves only slightly - enough to signal that you can get out of the car now, but not enough to give you enough space to do so. The meaty thigh of his jumpsuit grazes your jeans as you maneuver your way out. The contact sends a shockwave through your body. “Sorry,” you say.” He looks you in the eye. You scold yourself for how turned on you are in this super sketch situation.

“Don’t be sorry.” His eyes darken. He lets the air thicken with tension before getting more casual again. “Alright, let me just hit the lift and grab two screws.“

You hover near the front of your car while he grabs what he needs. He takes off his glasses and puts them on a workbench. He hits a button on the wall and your car is lifted up slightly off the ground. He rides an under-car roller like a skateboard on his way back.

He expertly stops the roller right in front of you and eases it between you and your car. “You still wanna watch?” He asks in a sultry but masculine way. He holds eye contact with you then glances down at the under-car roller.

You can’t find words, but you nod and start to move so you can give him space to work.

“Don’t move.” He stops you,, giving your palm a quick squeeze with the large, calloused pads of his fingers. Butterflies swarm from your core to your chest. Every light touch, every word he says stirs more warmth and need in your core. He kicks the inside of one of your sneakers. “Just a little.” Is he telling you to spread your legs? You do it.

His thick fingers lightly brush against both your hips as he lowers himself onto the under-car roller. It’s as if he’s bracing himself, but he’s barely touching you. His hands on your sides make you feel tiny. He leaves his hands lightly touching your calves as he sits there for a moment. Driven crazy by the light touch, your body wants something more. He eases his ass onto the roller and extends his legs so they’re between yours. You’re standing upright aside from your legs being spread. They’re not bent, you’re not crouching. You’re looking down at him. Your heart is a mile a minute.

His curly head is right at your crotch, inches away. The air is electric with potential energy. His back is against the grill of your car, and his legs are extended under the A-frame made by yours. He looks at your pants. His eyes move back and forth between your zipper and button. “K. I’ll be right back,” he says softly to your jeans without looking up. It’s like he’s talking to your cunt. His irises are so dark they’re practically black.

His thick paws go from your calves to your ankles. He scoots forward a little as he lowers his back to the roller. You don’t move. His curly hair grazes your crotch. He’s briefly staring up at your crotch before he grabs under the car with both hands and pulls himself under. His feet are barely visible. He’s under there for less than a minute before he’s done. “That should do it,” he says from under your car. Your legs are still spread.

His feet begin to slide out from under the car, then his shins and sculpted knees. His boots reach your sneakers. He turns his feet outward and hooks his boots on your ankles to pull himself back out, his knees bending as his torso emerges from under the car. His legs are butterflied and his meaty thighs frame his crotch. This position stretches his uniform and you can just barely see a bulbous area where his legs meet his ass.

He brings his huge hands to his knees and uses them to sit up. His thick fingers spread beyond each of his knees even though his knees are large, too. He swivels around then leans his back against the grill of your car and puts his hands back on his knees and looks up at you.

“That was quick,” you say. “Can I move now?”

“Do you want to?” He asks without missing a beat. You bring your feet back to a normal position. He scoots himself closer to you, then runs his large, rough hands up your jeans as he stands up. He doesn’t step back. He uses one foot to discard the under-car roller without taking his eyes off you. It reaches the far wall with a small crash. His black irises dart back and forth between your eyes. He has a hulking presence.

He hooks his meaty fingers into your front pockets and slowly starts to step backwards towards the drivers side of your car, bringing you with him. When he gets to your car door, he pulls the handle and it clicks the door ever so slightly open. He pivots around you so you’re between him and the door, but he’s practically right up against you. “Do you wanna go?” he asks. “I’ll go hit the lift.”

Your whole body is humming with desire. Your breath is shallow. Your face is hot. He unties the sleeves from around his waist and lets them hang. There is a clear bulge in his jumpsuit. He backs up a little and puts a hand on your car and leans there, instead of into you, allowing you space if you want to get in your car.

You can’t speak, but you bite your lip and shake your head no.

"Good,” he says. "I don't want you to go." One large hand effortlessly pushes the door flush again with a click. His hands are smeared in oil. It’s probably all over your jeans, but you don’t care. You lean your back against your car. He moves closer, closing the gap between you. His large hands come to your waist. He presses himself against you, pelvis first. His solid girth is apparent through your soft-washed jeans. The rest of his thick torso presses against you, and your faces are inches apart.

His black eyes gaze into yours hungrily. His full lips form half a smile, then it fades. His arousal grinds into you Your lips part and you gasp. His lips lay into yours hard, and he’s inhaling through his nose as he presses his mouth into yours hungrily, like he needs your lips locked with his in order to breathe. He parts your lips with his tongue for a taste. He kisses you aggressively, like he’s taking something from you. He pulls back and his eyes have darkened even more.

His hard member grinds into you slowly, rhythmically. Your clit is pulsing and your cunt is aching to be filled. His massive hand slips between you and the car and grabs your ass. The hand easily spans an entire cheek. You take his other hand in yours and marvel at the size of his fingers. You run your small thumb over a scab in the middle of his palm. You hold his heavy fingers in your hand, looking over them one by one, and he brings the hand to your face. His pinky ring is cold against your cheek.

His thumb gently parts your mouth and it's larger than both your lips together. You open your jaw to accept its girth and greet it with your tongue. You close your lips and suck his thumb lightly, then harder. All the while, he grinds his hardness into you and you roll your hips back. He feels even bigger and harder now. You clean his massive digits with your mouth, one by one.

Even his pinky feels large in your mouth. You taste the metal of his ring and gently close your teeth against his skin. He lets you take off the ring and you use your mouth to deposit it on your thumb. He watches you curiously with those dark eyes. The pinky ring is too loose even on your thumb. You use your hands to put it back on him, and he moves his hand to your jeans.

His hand engulfs your entire front as he palms you outside your jeans. He can't fit his whole hand between your legs without you spreading them. He uses his central three fingers to rub you just how you like. You both breathe heavily. His lips come to your neck and suck. You feel the pain of a hickey forming and reflexively pull away. He uses his massive hand to pull your neck back to his mouth, then unzip your hoodie as he devours your neck. He grabs a breast powerfully, like he’s consuming your whole body at once. He sucks your neck harder this time. "You're mine," he growls. You want it to be true. You don't want him to ever let go.

His enormous hand goes to your jeans and undoes the button. He lowers the zipper as he continues to suck your neck, and you squirm, desperate for his cock. He slides the same three fingers into your jeans and feels how wet you are. "Fuck," he breathes. "You want it, don't you." He thrusts his clothed arousal into your thigh and you reach down to receive it. You feel his thick, juicy cock through his clothes, and god, it's SO hard. You reach your hand into his jumpsuit and boxers. The girth dwarfs your hand. You've never seen a cockhead this fat.

You palm the tip where pre-cum is pearling and reach your fingers around it. You never thought you'd have a fist full of cock-head. He continues to rub you and you pump his cock to the same rhythm. His other hand comes to your fist on his cock. His hand dwarfs yours as you stroke him together. You use your other hand to wriggle your jeans down.

Your sensitive pearl throbs. Your empty cunt contracts and aches in need. Your body is begging to be filled with his. You frantically kick off your shoes. He reaches down to your foot and hooks two large fingers into your pant leg, grazing the sensitive arch of your foot. He yanks the pant off your leg with one jerk and leaves them lying pathetically around the other ankle; there's no time to bother with it. He hooks his girthy thumbs into the sides of his jumpsuit, helping it down over his muscular ass and hefty thighs, then letting the fabric fall around his ankles. Each of his thighs is the size of your torso.

He presses himself against you so his naked thighs are against yours and he rubs his fat cock against your folds. You feel like you could come any second. He brings a massive hand under each of your thighs and effortlessly lifts your weight, readying his cock to enter you. His cock is so wide you aren’t sure it’ll fit, but you’re wet enough that anything might.

Your inner thigh muscles feel a pleasant stretch as your legs are wrapped around his thick, sturdy torso, your jeans dangling from one foot. He’s holding all of your weight. You nestle the head of his cock into position and he thrusts immediately. His cock head plunges inside, parting your folds. It feels so good as it fills you up. He thrusts again and pulls your body down on his cock.

Now he’s all the way inside. “Oh god, Corey,” It’s like you’re physically complete for the first time in your life. His hands hold your back and ass and you roll your hips and hang on tight around his thick neck as you ride him. You can feel the bulk of his abs against your clit as you go up and down on his cock. You start to come and your jeans finally fall to the ground as you grind your hips into him and ride several strong pulsing waves. As you clench around him, he moans your name, and his meaty fingers dig into your skin. He moves you harder up and down his cock, and then you feel him erupt. He wraps his bear arms around you tight as his fat cock empties itself into you.

As you both finish pulsating, you kiss his thick neck. You look down over his shoulder and watch the muscles of his burly back rise and fall with his breaths. He lowers you to the ground so you’re both standing. He leans back against your car and you fold into him. You feel small. He’s still wearing his work boots and you’re barefoot. And he’s just so broad. You catch your breath for a few minutes and he strokes your hair.

“Uh oh,” he says, and you look down and see your jeans in a puddle of oil. You step away to survey the damage. He pulls his jumpsuit back up over his ass but doesn’t zip it. He goes to the wall to lower your car back down. You grab a pair of shorts from the gym bag you keep in your car and slip them on. You ask if you can freshen up and he brings you into the office. You go through a waiting area that has a couch, a TV, and a few chairs, and there’s a restroom.

In the mirror, you survey the damage - Your hair is a wreck. Expected. One side of your neck is red and purple. You had forgotten about that. At least it’s cold enough to wear turtlenecks.

His deep voice booms from the break room, “YOU WANT A CHOCOLATE MILK?” His voice is so sexy - the depth, the edge, the northern accent.

“YES PLEASE,” you answer. Chocolate milk sounds amazing right now. Corey walks into the waiting room wearing the t-shirt, boxers, and socks. The jumpsuit and work boots are gone. Even without the boots, every step he takes is so heavy. He has a bottle of chocolate milk and two glasses. He pours you a glass as you admire his burly body. His strong arms, his broad chest, his bulging thighs. His beautiful back. You want to memorize it.

He turns on the TV. You curl up against him. You feel like a little cat, dwarfed by his body. You watch an episode together. At a commercial break, he goes and gets another chocolate milk to share.

The next episode starts, and you bring the cool glass to your neck to ease the soreness. It hurts. As you begin to feel some relief, Corey’s eyes darken and he puts down his chocolate milk. “You better not cover that up,” he says gruffly.

You’re startled. “I, um-”

“Let everyone see you’re mine.” Are you? Your heart sings.

He takes the glass out of your hand and puts it down on the table next to his. He starts to prowl toward you on the couch. His thighs are so muscular. He lunges toward you, over you, slowly but forcefully. You uncurl and back up. Your back is flat against the couch and he’s over you. You don’t move. His physical presence shadows and engulfs you. He’s caging you to the couch with both arms and both legs as his torso hovers above you. You pull your legs together, shrinking. He puts his knees down on either side and straddles you.

Corey sits back on his bulging haunches and looks at you. Then he snarls and brings his broad torso closer to your chest. He brings his expansive hand to your little neck. His massive fingers trace the bruises delicately until suddenly his hand clamps down. You can’t breathe. You cough and feel your face turning red. He’s doing it with one hand, that’s all it takes.

“God, you look hot with my hand around your neck,” he says as he loosens his grip a little. You’re sure it’s true - his hand looks hot around anything. The contrast with your delicate neck would be a devastating sight. He brings his pelvis to yours and you feel him getting hard. You cough again.

He lets go of your neck, then slips his expansive hand into your tank top and bra and brings his lips to your neck sweetly. Your breast is dwarfed by his palm. He caresses you lightly and your nipple hardens, then he cups your whole soft breast in the palm of his hand. He brushes it lightly with his palm again as he moves to the other breast. His hand is so massive that he could touch both nipples at the same time if he wanted to - one with his thumb and one with his pinky.

You feel his arousal strengthen as he fondles your breasts. He lowers his body weight onto you. You can barely breathe, but it’s so hot being crushed by his hulking form. You’re getting wet, and you feel him getting harder and harder. He nudges the crotch of your loose gym shorts aside and presses several expansive digits against your wet folds. Your cunt is already aching for his girth again. He strokes your sensitive pearl and your breath quickens.

He uses his thumb to continue while he plunges his middle finger into your entrance. It floods your body with warmth. He follows it with another finger and thrusts them in and out of you together. Your back arches in delight. His hand is so large, he practically holds you like a bowling ball. You imagine he could pick you up like this. He’s working his thumb and huge fingers in all the right places. The cold metal of his pinky ring sends a shiver up your spine when it hits your ass cheek. You find yourself approaching climax faster this time.

He frees his cock from his boxers and drives it all the way into you. The force pushes your head gently upward against the arm of the couch. He thrusts again, harder and deeper, but slow. He continues slowly, and you slowly roll your hips into him, but the pace is about to drive you crazy. You were so close to coming and now he’s edging you.

Corey brings his lips to your neck and kisses your bruises softly, then meets your lips hungrily. You kiss hard and sloppily, breathing hotly against each other’s mouths as he keeps fucking you, but gradually quickens the pace. You look into each other’s eyes, and his darkness is so hot to you. You love the feeling of his fat cock pounding into you, and you wish he’d never take it out.

You love his whole burly body. You pull him closer, desperate to have all his skin against yours. You curl your fingers under his shirt and he lets you remove it, revealing the most solid torso you could have imagined. You remove your own shirt then bra and press your breasts into his chest. His skin is smooth, only lightly covered by fine hair. He fucks you harder and faster and you feel beads of his sweat run between your breasts. You run your hands over his back and feel the intricacies of his strong muscles moving as he fucks you.

His breathing changes. “Fuck,” he says, and starts to come. His voice and pulsations send you, and you come even harder than the first time. As your cunt clenches on his cock, you wish it would never let go. You hug him into you as you both finish coming. He lies there with all his weight on you, like a magnificent weighted blanket, with his cock still inside you, until you really need to breathe and reluctantly shift your pelvis to nudge him out and partly off you. You’ll doze off nestled into the couch with half his weight on you.

You bring your fingertips to your bruises as you drift off to sleep. You’re not going to wear a turtleneck.

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sourrind · 2 years ago

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At the End of One’s Woe – [Ch.02] Woe Is She

Wednesday’s eyes shot open as the clock struck 3 AM. She had discovered long ago how conducive this stretch of night was for her work, whether it was hammering away at the pages of her novel or returning a borrowed body back to its grave. There was something different about this time that she had never been able to pinpoint. Maybe it was how the cold air always seemed to make her fingers work faster in an attempt to stave off the chill. Perhaps it was the freedom she found to act whilst under the dark veil that the night imparted. But most likely, it was the peace that these hours offered she found the most attractive.

However, this hour stood different from others, this night a straw of hay in a stack full of needles. Try as she might, she was unable to recall the last time she had not been awake at this juncture. What also proved troubling were the circumstances surrounding her slumber and eventual stir–how they remained shrouded in the blinding white that was currently affronting her pupils.

The only explanation that Wednesday could rationalize was that she had woken up in Hell. It explained why the last things she remembered seeing were inscrutable figures flailing along to a klaxon’s relentless wail. It was the reason for the unbearable weight on her chest and the dogged heat lapping at her extremities. It accounted for the hungry breath bathing her face–the eager maw behind it surely belonging to Cerberus himself.

She was ecstatic.

Finally, Hell.

But, as her vision cleared and her senses returned, she found herself not in the fabled land of perdition, but in an even more compromising scenario. The young moppets that spun through her head were not demons sent to mock her, but the ghosts of videos past, rising from a now blackened phone screen to haunt her dreams. The weight that pressed against her ribs belonged not to the same stones that had crushed Giles Corey, but to the arm of the young ingenue beside her. And the breath that threatened her own supply of oxygen? The rasp that filled her ears and rumbled the bed? Those came from a different breed of canine entirely.

It wasn’t Hell she was in.

It was somewhere even worse.

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xtruss · 1 year ago

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One month after George Floyd was murdered while in police custody in Minnesota, Kris Graves photographed the remnants of the Confederacy in and around Richmond, Virginia. “One late night on statue-lined Monument Avenue, I came across projections by artist Dustin Klein on the monument of Robert E. Lee,” he writes. “We stood and watched a seemingly endless rotation of Black lives that had been ended at the hands of police.” Officer Derek Chauvin was convicted of Floyd’s murder one year later, but Graves writes that “this continues to be an epidemic in the United States.” Photograph By Kris Graves, National Geographic

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Left: “A reminder to breathe,” writes photographer, filmmaker, and mountaineer Jimmy Chin of this striking image of the Middle Teton in Grand Teton National Park. Photograph By Jimmy Chin. Right: The Caldor Fire rips through a valley south of Lake Tahoe on August 29, 2021. Lynsey Addario documented the California wildfire season—the second worst on record—on assignment for National Geographic. Photograph By Lynsey Addario National Geographic

Andy Lewis crosses a slackline high above the valley floor in Moab, Utah. Photographer Renan Ozturk dedicated this photograph to his late friend Dean Potter, who first envisioned a free-solo image like this "moon walk," captured without digital manipulation within a single frame. After missing his first chance at the shot, Ozturk writes that he “stumbled through the night, arriving tired and bloody to the moonset/sunrise location on the opposite side of the towers.” Photograph By Renan Ozturk, National Geographic

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meant-to-be-a-hero · 2 years ago

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Season Five, Episode Twenty: Apotheosis

More like Apo-Theo-sis, amirite?

Ah the pike is the cane, that's neat.

Time for Tracey to bite it too. But there's time for a kiss before dying.

That's some weird sex imagery going on there.

The Beast of Gevaudan, defeated by a car? I think not!

Try and help and you get your clinic trashed. Sorry Deaton, the Dread Doctors don't have professional courtesy apparently.

See, gay people can be idiots too. Some of them resurrect their dead unrequited crushes as homicidal werewolves.

Meanwhile we're wrecking Scott's house as well.

God damn it, stop hurting Lydia! She was doing so well after Eichen House as well.

The Desert Wolf confrontation is taking a looong time.

A for effort from Hayden. A shame, really.

"Someday, your willingness to stab anyone and everyone in the back may be your downfall, Theo." - Correct, as always, Deuc.

Whose voicemail inbox only allows for 16 second messages?

Oh this isn't fun for anyone involved. Also, there's no way that's the only thing Melissa's done that could get her fired lmao.

Goodness gracious, great Parrish on fire.

Nothing like a Stiles to break a stalemate and force a confrontation.

Theo, you entire bag of cocks.

There's so much going on in this episode, christ. What a finale.

Oh I remember how this Desert Wolf thing ends now - Stiles gives Malia Talia Hale's claws, which work for her because she's a Hale, and she takes all of the Desert Wolf's powers.

Didn't think this one through, did you, Theo? Ass kicking time!

Deuc reveal 2 of 2, and the better one of the two. Throwing Theo off Belasco's talons was a neat little trick.

Oh maybe it's Belasco's talons Stiles gives to Malia, not Talia's claws then.

Fucking Gerard! I know Deuc recovers but still.

Double crossing the double crosser. Perfect. Get fucked, Evil Grandpa.

Everyone's getting shot today.

What a satisfying end to the Desert Wolf story.

Nice timing from Kira as well.

That cane was wobbly as fuck for something made of metal.

Allison, saving Scott even from beyond the grave.

And Lydia, saving the day like the badass bitch she is. Perfection.

Oh, nice of Corey to show up at least.

Killing a ghost doesn't count as killing a person, so Scott's True Alpha purity remains intact.

Oh Theo.

"Your sister wants to see you." - Oh noes.

Bye Theo. See you next season.

The voice crack really sells it. More masterclass acting from Cody.

Shame Chris didn't shoot his dad in the face.

Scott bites Hayden and then she disappears between seasons too, lmao. No one has any luck with girlfriends on this show.

Bye for good this time Kira.

There's some bad matting on that Skinwalkers scene.

Oh noes, Douglas is out! Just in time to be a pain next season.

Yeah, 5's still my favourite. Great season, great villains, great through-line, great character stuff for everyone (but Kira). Just...great.

#Teen Wolf #Lem's Teen Wolf Rewatch #Beware The Liveblogging Lem

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worshipme · 3 months ago

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"well... you're better at everything else. don't cut yourself short just because you don't keep kayfabe alive." his voice has gone soft, almost like if he said it any louder it'd physically shake the tectonic plates under them and cause an earthquake. but it's nothing short of the truth. tyler knows how long jack's been doing this wrestling thing. he watches jack in the ring and thinks about how well he's able to perform - why jack's considered a pillar of aew.

tyler's confession is enough to render him silent for the next few moments that jack talks. it's not until the corey graves comment that he breaks his silence with a snort. he smirks and shakes his head all while coughing to cover up the second embarrassing noise he's managed to make in the short amount of time that he and jack slipped back into their comfortable atmosphere. "oh fuck, corey graves got on you for an unprotected chair shot? shit, guess you gotta retire man, i don't know. how ever will you get booked again? especially since corey's a real star with the stuff he did in the ring, you know."

he feels safe being able to say this shit in front of jack. this was what they used to do after all. in one or the other's hotel rooms just talking as they did - and usually that meant building up their egos. "you know, i think you keep kayfabe alive just well enough. you're pissing people off. sure it isn't shit like wearing an eye patch to sell a fireball to your face, but attitude is what matters, right? that's what my dad says at least. gotta keep up the attitude no matter what." he shrugs his shoulders.

#༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ writing is the painting of the voice —————————— threads #with : jungld

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monsteramongmen-tamer · 7 years ago

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#181: “If you’re bored; wanna have sex?” -Corey Graves.

Thanks anon for the request.

Warnings: None.

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“Y/N, 5 minutes!” The producer called, telling you that you needed to get into place.

It was the night of the Hall of Fame and you were going to be interviewing a lot of the superstars that came around.

Being an interviewer for the WWE was quite the job. It gave you such a rush, sometimes you even wondered how you actually landed a job here.

Sure, you worked your ass off in school then landed your first job on a news channel, talking about the latest things happening in the world. So when you saw that WWE was hiring and you had the experience they were looking for, you applied right away.

When they called to have an interview, you couldn’t believe it. You booked your flight and you were on your way.

It went by so quickly, the next thing you knew you were offered a job and were moving across the country.

It really was a dream come true.

Getting in place, the cameras started rolling and you were live.

“Welcome to the WWE Hall of Fame. I’m Y/N and I hope you’re ready for an action filled night!” You said.

All the superstars looked absolutely amazing. And all of their spouses as well. The preshow went by smoothly. In no time, you were seated waiting for the Hall of Famers.

You were sitting next to all of the other interviewers and the other announcers.

Corey was sitting next to you and you saw that he pulled out his phone. The two of you were really great friends. You even considered him one of your best guy friends.

Suddenly, you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket.

‘This is pretty boring, don’t u think?’ Corey texted you.

You looked over at him and laughed.

You- ‘Ya, I’m trying my best not to fall asleep.’

Corey- ‘Same here. We should get out of here.’

You- ‘We can’t people will notice…’

Corey- ‘Ur right. But u owe me a drink later since I can’t leave…’

You just sent him the eye roll emoji. He stopped texting you.

Once the show was over, you went to your hotel room and changed your clothes.

You got the address to the bar everyone was meeting at.

There was a room in the back reserved for all of us. That way all the fans wouldn’t interrupt our night out. Because you knew there would be a ton of them around, since it was Mania week.

The first hour was fun, but people started to head out early and it started to get boring.

Sitting at one of the tables scrolling on your phone, Corey walked up to you and knelt down, “You look like you’re having so much fun.”

You locked your phone, “Well, it’s gotten pretty boring here. Was thinking about heading back to the hotel and crashing to be honest.”

“Well if you’re bored, wanna have sex?” He asked you.

“Um, I’m sorry what?” You said, not sure you actually heard him correctly.

He leaned in closer, “I think you heard me. Let’s blow this joint. Have a little fun. What do you say?”

Your mind was spinning. You weren’t what to think. Corey wanted you? Really? You thought he was pretty attractive, but way out of your league. He could have anyone he wanted. Why did he want anything to do with you?

“What do you say…” He said. Waiting for an answer.

“Are you sure you want anything to do with me? I’m...just me.”

He laughed, “Yeah, well I’ve thought that...just you is pretty great. Just haven’t had the opportunity to tell you.”

“Really? Hmm, well if you want this that bad, let’s get out of here.” You said, slight smirk on your face.

Corey smirked back at you and stood up, “I’m going to pay the tab. Meet me in the front.”

Normally, you weren’t this forward about things like this, but what did you have to lose?

You decided to live life on the wild side for the night. Who knows, maybe something good would come out of it.

Meeting Corey in the front of the bar, he grabbed your hand and you walked back to the hotel.

You couldn’t wait to find out what was in store for tonight...

#corey graves #corey graves drabble #corey graves imagine #corey graves one shot #wwe #wwe fanfiction #wwe fanfic #wwe fic

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d-lanx · 5 days ago

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New WWE AU Idea: Newscaster AU

Ok, I need to put this down somewhere before it drives me insane. It's a stupidly niche AU idea but it's taking up so much brain power for me right now for some reason. It's a journalist AU where the WWE is a TV news channel. Details below the cut.

But basically I've been thinking about all the people who've been running the PLE pre & post shows & hosting PLEs this year a lot. And with the whole news-style interviews and sitting around on sets that often look like news studios, what if they were all actual reporters in a news channel? It's a bit of a weird one I know, but it's been rolling around in my head all weekend.

Btw I have no idea if USA news channels call their emplyees the same sort of titles as we have in the UK so excuse me if the job titles are a bit scuffed. But basically here's all the roles they have, why I chose those roles for them (in brackets), and what they get up to as part of this AU news channel:

Michael Cole: Senior Newsreader- (Because of his commentary work and journalism background). Out of all the people currently regularly on TV, he's been there the longest and is highly respected. Always trusted to keep a level head in times where the world feels like it's gone to hell.

Corey Graves: Business Correspondent- (Because he has a degree in marketing). Feel like he'd do a segment kinda like "The Martin Lewis Money Show" we have in the UK, where he goes through government changes to finance-related stuff, explains it and how it'll affect the average person, and then answers questions from a live studio audience and gives them advice.

Wade Barrett: Environmental Correspondent- (Because he has a degree in marine biology). I get the vibe his favourite animals are tiny and obscure things like a specific type of sea pickle on the verge of extinction or something and he defends them aggressively to get people to help save the species. Has memorised his evidence for global warming and can reel it off with ease, but is sick of having to do it so much cos people STILL DON'T BELIEVE IN IT????????

Pat McAfee: Sports Correspondent- (Do I even need to explain why? He's a mad man and I can't imagine him doing anything else, even out of a whole cast of people on a sports show like WWE). Feel like most people try to keep somewhat calm and professional on a news show, but he's just himself the whole way through, making him one of the most popular reporters on the whole channel because people want to see his OTT reactions to certain events. Feel like he'd also probably be in charge of the news station's radio show, too, what with how he has the Pat McAfee Show in real life.

Big E Langston: Political Correspondent- (He just gives me that vibe being all analytical about wrestling feuds). He's just as tired with politicians' nonsense as we all are, to the point it's hard to hide his dissappointment when they say something stupid and he has to remain unbiased. Never lets politicians get away with evasive answers when he interviews them, but smiles the whole time as he makes them wish they were never born.

CM Punk: War Correspondent- (The man is always scrapping for the love of the game, so of course he'd be in the centre of a war). He's had bombs dropped on his head more times than he can count and regularly goes for runs as a workout to make sure he's still fit enough to run for his life when he's in active warzones. Can tell you all about the complex international relations and battle strategies but secretly has a morbid interest in death & gore which is what actually got him into the job. Once got shot on live television, showed off the wound on camera and finished his broadcast before getting medical treatment. Was only mildly miffed about nearly dying, mostly excited by the whole experience.

Jackie Redmond: Justice Correspondent- (Basically her analyst role in WWE gives me the vibe of someone discussing a crime case). Can tell you all about how 17 people have been skinned alive and cannibalised in graphic detail so casually as if she's talking about the weather. At this point in her career, pretty much nothing can phase her. So if something actually manages to leave her speechless, you know it's bad.

Cathy Kelley: General Reporter- (Basically cos it's just what she's doing in WWE). Going wherever she needs to be to interview people and get to the bottom of a story. Has interviewed some really dangerous people that are twice her size all in the name of finding a good story and everyone's just like "for the love of god please think about ur own safety for once."

The Miz: Media Correspondent- (Cos of his reality TV background and generally over the top vibes). He'd be all over red carpet events and he's definitely still hoping to use his media journalism as some leverage to get into show-business himself. Celebs see him at events and pray they haven't been spotted so they don't have to talk to him, cos he can be a lot. But this little bastard has the eyes of a hawk and will hunt them down. Especially if he's persoanlly a big fan of them and their work.

R-Truth: Weatherman- (Cos he's a ray of sunshine :) ) Just imagine the batshit insanity of him telling people about a storm or how nice the weather's gonna be or something (I'm thinking like a Bob Hale skit on the original Horrible Histories, that kind of madness).

Sheamus: Tech Correspondent- (Cos he's a former IT technician so he can be all brainy). Constantly treated like IT support rather than a journalist and is sick of having to switch on servers people promised were already on, and listening to people with no idea what they're talking about prattle on about the benefits of AI. But at least he gets to talk about flying cars and robot dogs all day and muck about with new tech for a living.

Triple H: Editor In Chief- (Basically the top role in journalism to match with his current role in real life). Running things is like trying to herd cats, but hey, he can put on a pretty damn good show. Trying desperately to move on from the scandals of the days when the previous editor-in-chief was in charge of things.

Obviously some of them wouldn't be able to use their ring names in those environments. Plus I'm probably forgetting some people who should be in this AU that have been involved in pre/post shows, hosting, and commentary, but my brain's a bit too frazzled to go thru all the PLEs right now.

But like... come on... look at them and just imagine for a second... do you see the vision???? Or have I finally gone a bit mad??

LIKE JUST LOOK AT THEM!!

Also it gives me even more reasons to think about punk in suits <3

Also also if he were a war correspondent and had to go out into dangerous places, they'd make him wear gear which means more of this. vvv

Also CM Punk & Big E Langston are the two people I'm blaming for putting this AU in my head just so you know. Cos look at them!!

But also since punkintyre died, I've been reliving my sheamus/punk shipping days and just imagine sheamus waiting for his husband to come back from reporting in an active warzone and being worried for his safety (especially if he's been hurt before [whump time?]). And then all the excitement and relief when he gets back and giving each other special attention cos they were both so stressed and now they're just so happy to see each other again.

Also imagine Punk being inept with technology and needing help from tech savvy husband who's so proud that punk's finally learnt how to attach a file in an email. Punk probably sends Sheamus facebook minions memes and Sheamus despairs.

And then Punk excitedley explains all about battle strategies and war history and Sheamus excitedley explains back about the complexities of designing a self driving car or some shit. They're both just being massive nerds together. Even better when their interests overlap, like the design of tanks or something. Feel like they'd be talking for hours and everyone is like "guys come on, we have a show to run" but they're too busy with their hyperfixations (autistic sheapunk anyone? [is that what the ship name is??]).

Just think of the shipping potential!!

And this whole countdown show also was major inspo cos to me it just looks so much like a news show.

And these three just give me the vibe that E (being a political correspondent) would obviously be doing a show for the elections. And since law and war are both very close to politics, he'd get punk and jackie in to keep him company and the three would do an overnight show reporting on election results as they come in, chatting shit the entire time.

Btw I still don't know what this all means for the other WWE wrestlers. Defeats the point of using commentators and hosts if I also have all the wrestlers also being journalists. So maybe they can be the people featured in the news. All having "normal" jobs like politicians and military and scientists and shit. And these guys can be reporting on their nonsense and bullying them in interviews.

I feel like I could add more people to it, like having ring announcers as general news readers, and Shawn Michaels, Adam Pearce and Nick Aldis as editors or something. And I'm probably forgetting other people who hosted PLEs or were presenters on pre/post shows, and other commentators. So there'll be plenty more that could be added.

Sorry about the info dump but I needed to put this somewhere. I'm not the only one seeing the vision on this am I????

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charlessxaviers · 7 years ago

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Plunging Neckline - Corey Graves

Prompt: #96 “ It’s kinda hard to focus when your boobs are staring me in the face.”

“We are about to watch this intense match up between Natalya and Charlotte, and we are joined here today by the lovely, (y/n).” Tom Phillips announced while looking over at you with a smile. “How are you tonight, (y/n),”

“I’m doing great. How are you?” you said, acting extra nice with a grin on your face. You had glanced over at Corey, though, who looked back at you with an intense stare and a small smirk. Although Tom was the one looked flattered.

“Well, I’m doing prett-” Tom started.

“She doesn’t care how you’re doing, Tom. She was clearly talking to me,” Corey cut in, causing you to smile.

“No, Graves. I was talking to Tom.” you said with a little extra attitude while rolling your eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

Even though he was your boyfriend, you still loved to mess with him. You’re a heel, after all. He should be expecting it at this point.

“Oh! Natalya goes in early for the sharpshooter, but Charlotte gets out of there.” Byron cut in.

“There’s a reason we call her the most athletic woman on the Smackdown roster,” Corey said.

“I beg to differ,” you stated, rolling your eyes once again.

Corey looked at you with those piercing eyes. Of course, he took offense to it, he’s basically in love with Charlotte. Something you constantly tease him about. But you could play the annoyed girlfriend tonight.

You noticed his eyes drifted down. You raised your brows, but your attention was brought to Tom.

“(Y/n), you’re clearly on Natalya’s side with this one. How do you think that’s going to play out in your fatal 4 way against Natalya at Hell in a Cell, Becky and Charlotte. Becky and Charlotte seem to be close, there might be a little teaming up going on there,” Tom said.

“Tom, don’t worry about me.” you scoffed. “Nattie and I are friends now, I’ve got her back no matter what, but that all ends at Hell in a Cell and she knows it. I can take all 3 of them blindfolded if I had to.” you smirked.

Tom and Byron went back to calling the match, while you looked over Corey. His eyes were glued to you, but not your face. He was clearly looking at your chest and he wasn’t being sly about it. You didn’t mind it, really. It was flattering, especially from him. You just didn’t expect him to get so caught up on live tv.

You chalked it up to you being out of your ring gear tonight, which usually covered your cleavage. It was hard to miss, especially in this push-up bra and plunging neckline.

“Charlotte’s got Natalya locked into the figure four, is she going to tap?!” Byron exclaimed. Corey didn’t even flinch. He looked up at your eyes when he noticed you looking at him with a smirk.

“Don’t you have anything to say about that, Graves?” you asked, smirking at him.

“It’s kinda hard to focus when your boobs are staring me in the face.” Corey blurted out. Your jaw dropped, you heard Byron let out what sounded like a giggle and Tom cleared his throat.

“Natalya’s inches away from the bottom rope!” Tom quickly averted the conversation, not wanting to draw attention to it.

Corey winced and let out a groan, he was probably hearing it through the earpiece right about now. Your lips turned to a smirk. You had to admit, it was a major turn on. Especially since he’s usually so poised whenever you’re on camera.

Well, Mr. Graves, if that’s how you feel then maybe you’ll get to see more of them later on…

If he’s lucky enough, that is.

#corey graves #corey graves drabble #corey graves one shot #corey graves imagine #corey graves prompt #wwe drabble #wwe prompt

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sourrind · 2 years ago

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At the End of One's Woe - Ch. 02 - An Excerpt

However, this hour stood different from others, this night a straw of hay in a stack full of needles. Her mind was unable to recall the last time she had not been awake at this juncture. What also troubled her were the circumstances surrounding her slumber and eventual stir, how they remained shrouded in the blinding white that was currently affronting her pupils.

The only explanation that Wednesday could rationalize was that she had woken up in Hell. It explained why the last things she remembered seeing were inscrutable figures flailing along to a klaxon’s relentless wail. It was the reason for the unbearable weight on her chest and the dogged heat lapping at her extremities. It accounted for the hungry breath bathing her face, the eager maw behind it surely belonging to Cerberus himself.

She was ecstatic.

Finally, Hell.

But, as her vision cleared and her senses returned, she found herself not in the fabled land of perdition, but in an even more compromising scenario. The young moppets that spun through her head were not demons sent to taunt her, but the ghosts of videos past, rising from a now blackened phone screen to haunt her dreams. The weight that pressed against her ribs belonged not to the same stones that had crushed Giles Corey, but to the arm of the young ingenue beside her. And the breath that threatened her own supply of oxygen? The rasp that filled her ears and rumbled the bed? Those came from a different breed of canine entirely.

It wasn’t Hell she was in.

It was somewhere even worse.

#posting this to hold myself accountable #seriously #wenclair #wenid #enid sinclair #wednesday addams #sourrind #only one snood #ao3 #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3fic #if I don't get this out soon I will actually explode

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houndofjustice-imagines · 8 years ago

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Dear Y/N

Y/N,

I am writing this letter because I thought it would be an easier to write everything that I had to say to you down because I’ve ever had the guts to say it to your face and since Valentine’s Day is coming up I couldn’t think of a much better way than to write it down, leave it for you to find so I have time to find a place to hide in the instance you find the current situation hilarious.

I want you to know just how beautiful you are. You truly don’t realise just how special you are. There’s an unspoken elegance that you managed to carry with you no matter what you are doing. If your meeting with someone or getting your daily fix of coffee you have this ability to snap everyone’s attention to you. I’m not the only one who’s noticed just how beautiful you are which is why I have to tell you first.

Secondly, your carrying personality is remarkable, your continuously putting people above yourself. You go above and beyond to make someone happy. You don’t care how long it’s going to take you or how much you have to go out of your way. You don’t complain or voice if the issue is somewhat inconvenient or you’ve already made other plans you get on with whatever you have to do. Some people love to take the mick out of you when they ask for too much but you smile and do the favour anyway. Well its about time someone did nice for you. I want to be that person.

What else am I forgetting right? (There are too many things I want to tell you so I’m gonna have to list one final thing. I love how you love to mess around. There’s this playful side to you that’s beyond amusing. You can have a laugh and a joke. Some people struggle with the level of banter that I exchange but you deal with it perfectly. It’s remarkable. Your remarkable.

I guess what I’m really trying to say is maybe you’d like to go on a date with me sometime?

Come and find me if your not laughing hysterically at this letter.

Corey x

Requests are going to be closing for Love Letters soon so please if you have any requests for any Male Superstars from RAW, Smackdown, NXT, Crusierweight division please send them in.

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babyyweebbitch · 3 years ago

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Please stay with me — Remake

Soo I reread the one I did before and I wanted to remake it because it wasn’t as good (heres the first one) I hope I can make this one better 😭😭 Also, grab tissues. I made this TOO sad

TW // death ; blood ; funeral ; severe depression & relapse

summary: Chris Redfield and his wife were on a mission a seven months after Piers’ death. His wife has been Captain of their team ever since that day.

Seven months ago Piers Nivans died in order to save Chris’ life and for the BSAA. Chris was still fucked up after that day and he thinks about it almost every day. He took a break from the BSAA since his wife made him. It wasn’t a very long one though, he missed being at work, he missed his coworkers and he missed her

Chris resigned as Captain and let his wife replace him. It was a very emotional day not not only for her and Chris but for the entire BSAA because they’ve never had a woman as Captain before. She was a good captain probably even better than Chris. Despite her height, weight and basically being the youngest on that team at 28. She was undoubtedly the best captain in years

Her team along with Chris were on a mission. Their mission was to take out the enemy, find three hostages and disable the bombs set in the building “Okay men… we’re gonna be splitting into three teams since there’s a lot of us here. Team A; Corey, John and Andrew. Your job is to find out where the bombs are and disable them as quickly as possible.”

“Yes ma’am!” The three went off to do their job as told

“Team B; Phil, Jean and Mark, you’re in charge of finding and getting the hostages to safety out of this building. You three can split up, stay together I don’t care. As long as your job is done”

“Ma’am” the three left

She turned to Eric and Chris who were standing together “what a coincidence, you two are with me.” She said with a slight smile on her face, walking ahead of the two Eric leaned over to Chris “She’s so cool…” Chris thought of Finn the moment he said that, he couldn’t help but to smile and look at him “I know…”

“Stop standing around we have a mission you know!” She yelled out to the two of them. Chris and Eric quickly made their way to the door the enemies were behind, Chris was silent the entire time before he was quickly checked back into reality with a pat on the shoulder “you okay? We need you fully here for this” his wife said as he looked down at her and nodded “yeah I’m okay…”

Chris, his wife and Eric all prepared as the door was blown open and guns were firing. The three did take cover just in time. After about five minutes of gun fire and fighting it finally stopped, thinking they had all the enemies taken care of they all stood up “good job! We did it — Chris!” Y/N called out as she did catch a glimpse of an enemy that didn’t die somehow standing up and pointing their gun towards Chris.

She quickly ran towards Chris and pushed him out the way, for Chris it’s almost like everything was happening in slow motion. He had to process everything leading up to that moment. He heard a scream of pain when his head finally cleared, looking up to see his wife shot in the sternum and Eric shooting the enemy down

She started to fall and Chris caught her before she hit the floor, his eyes started filling up with tears as he looked at her “baby please… tell me this is a joke!”

She knew she was dying, her body felt so cold from the inside out she, she coughed before reaching into one of her many pokes on her pants “c…Chris… do me a favour okay? Please…. stay safe” she handed him her wedding ring, she never wore it during missions to avoid it getting broken, rusted or something. So she held it in her pocket where it was safe “I… feel so… cold”

Chris looked at the ring then at her “no don’t say that! You’re gonna be fine! You’re gonna be fine! Please stay with me!” He started crying, Eric stood by as Team B; Phil, Jean and Mark came in. They surprisingly finished the bomb quicker than expected “Captain w—“ Mark was starting to talk but he quickly stopped when he realised what was happening

“Guys… take care of him for me…” she struggled to talk. She looked up at Chris to see him crying, she lifted her Hand up to his cheek to wipe his tears one last time “no no… don’t cry hon… I’ll tell my parents you said hi… I love you..” Chris held onto her hand and his heart practically stopped the moment he felt her hand and body go heavy and her head fall back … she was dead now

“No…. Please come back! Please don’t go! Y/N!!!” He held her body close and just sobbed, Eric and team B were tearing up and trying to wipe their tears

It took a while to get Chris to let go of her body and let them put her on a stretcher and on the truck so they can go back. When they finally did everyone on the team was there. It took three guys to pry him off of her This was the first time they’ve ever seen him cry like this

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It’s been almost a month since she’s died, Chris looked horrible. He hasn’t shaved, left the house, he started drinking again and Claire had to clean him up at night since he wasn’t sober enough to even do it himself. The house looked like shit especially the room Chris and his wife shared

It was the day of the funeral and Chris was sitting on the edge of the bed looking at the picture of him and her on their wedding day back in 2007. He somehow managed to even get up that day and not drink. He showered that morning, got dressed in a suit and did his hair. He still didn’t shave though

Claire came in “Chris? You ready?” She asked. She had on a black dress on “I guess so…” Chris responded. He stood up and placed the picture down on the night stand and grabbed the necklace he had with his wife’s ring on it.

Claire fixed his tie and jacket before they left. Chris was always taking care of her when she was younger so now it was time for her to take care of her older brother “good. Let’s go” Claire let him walk in front of her to the car. She drove because one he couldn’t think straight enough to drive and he was completely hung over from drinking too much

After about a 45 minute drive they arrived to where her funeral was being held at. Everyone they knew was there, Leon, their BSAA team, Her family. It was hard for him to see her brother and sister at their older sisters funeral

The ceremony, the viewing and speeches all happened and Chris barely even got through his speech without crying

(Im so so so sorry for this next part)

Chris’ speech: “Y/N was an amazing person, she always took care of everyone, me, her siblings, our team, Claire… everyone. She put everyone before herself no matter who they were. She joined the BSAA not because of herself because of her parents death in Raccoon City. She promised them she would do something in any way to stop what happened in Raccoon from ever happening again. She treated our team like her family and even the rookies as her kids even if they were a few years younger then her. She was an even amazing person and wife. And I miss her dearly.”

There wasn’t a single dry eye in that room when Chris said his speech. After everything, everyone went inside to eat and talk.

Chris sat with Claire and Y/N’s siblings. He just picked at his food and stared at the plate. He was terrifyingly silent before Leon came over “hey Chris… how are you holding up?” Leon asked as he stared at Chris. He could tell how hard this has affected Chris. “I’m fine…”

“Chris… You need to eat. All you’ve done in the past month was drink, workout and cry… You need to at least eat something” Claire said “she wouldn’t want this… Her or Piers wouldn’t want you to be like this. Y/N would be yelling at you if she saw you picking at your food like this. We both know she would”

Chris’ eyes started to water once again before he spoke “I…. I know.. but I just miss her so much, Claire… we were gonna start a family together… she wanted to have kids and get a bigger house so we can have a big family… now I can’t have one because she’s the only person I wanted a family with…” Chris sighed softly as he wiped his eyes

“I miss her too… we all do…” Leon commented looking down at his plate. Chris eventually ended up eating his food and everyone left to go home. The entire drive home was deafening to the point you can hear a pin drop

When he got home he changed inside a fresh pair of clothes and he started to clean the house, starting with the bedroom and ending in the Kitchen. He cleaned it exactly how she’d like it and when he was finished around 3:32 am he sat on the couch and sighed

They were right… She would yell at him if she saw the way he was, how the house was when she died

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After a few years pass it’s before the entire Village situation. Every week since the funeral Chris visited her grave and just talked to her for a bit. On her birthday he spent almost half the day there, on new year’s he watched the fireworks by your gave.

He still hasn’t moved on since her death he can’t even get into another relationship with a woman since her death but it’s not like he can find anyone else like her… and honestly he didn’t want to.

IM SO FUCKING SORRY FOR MAKING THIS EVEN SADDER tbh tho I started tearing up writing this

#resident evil biohazard #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #resident evil 6 #Chris Redfield #chris redfield x reader #Chris Redfield angst #angst #reaident evil #resident evil angst #resident evil x reader #fem reader #if I’m being honest I cried 🧍🏾‍♀️

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For: @steodiscord’s Steo Spooktober - Fall Festival

Rating: General Audiences Category: M/M Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Relationship: Theo Raeken/Stiles Stilinski Tags: Claudia Stilinski Memories, Childhood Friends AO3

The weather was cool and crisp. Stiles’ cheeks were rosy with the slight chill and he was wrapped up in Theo’s arms. He should have felt light and carefree without any supernatural shenanigans going on, and yet he felt numb.

The Fall Festival was scheduled for later in the evening, Stiles hadn't gone to one since his mom had passed away. He started wondering if going tonight with Theo was such a good idea. Stiles was pulled out of his musings by the goodbyes from the pack. Stiles and Theo made their way to Stiles’ Jeep. Stiles turned around and Theo immediately went in for a soft kiss.

“What’s on your mind?” Theo asked.

Stiles wasn't surprised that his boyfriend knew something was going on. Even before they started dating, when he had struggled to maintain his suspicions in the face of his attraction to Theo, they were still remarkably in tune. Stiles looked down into Theo’s eyes, trying to communicate the love he felt as he spoke.

“I don't know if I’m feeling the Fall Festival, tonight. “ Stiles replied.

“Maybe we could just have a night in?” Stiles suggested.

Stiles could see Theo think it over in his mind, never losing the look of adoration he had on his face for Stiles. He saw Theo reach for him and felt him gently bring their foreheads together, eyes closed in silence for just a moment.

“Let’s just meet the pack there. We’ll only stay for a few minutes and then I promise we'll do something else together and you won’t regret it.” Theo promised.

“A few minutes?” Stiles questioned.

“ Just a few minutes. Remember, I’m always going to be looking out for you.”

Stiles felt warmth bloom in his chest. Theo had said those words to Stiles that night in the Jeep when they had been keeping watch over Josh’s body. Their history was a complete mess, but deep down, Stiles never questioned Theo’s sincerity in that statement.

“Alright” Stiles agreed.

Stiles gave Theo one last kiss before swinging open the door to his Jeep and jumping inside. He pushed his key into the ignition and turned on his car and headed home.

🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂

The sun was barely setting when Stiles arrived to the festival. Without the full heat from the sun, the air was quickly becoming colder. Stiles ran his fingers through his messy hair to style it just so, and then rolled up the sleeves of his red navy blue flannel shirt. He left it unbuttoned with a simple white V-neck underneath. Theo was always extra attentive when his neck was on full display, he thought to himself.

After he got out of his vehicle and locked the door, he saw Theo making his way to him. Theo had his hair slightly slicked black and since Stiles had seen him last, his stubble had grown a bit more into a beard. His neck was going to be red from Theo’s nuzzling tonight.

Theo greeted him with a chaste kiss and then turned around to address the rest of the pack that had been trailing behind him. He told the rest of the pack that he and Stiles would only be here for a few minutes before leaving to spend the evening together. Theo left Corey in charge and dismissed the pack to enjoy their evening.

Stiles felt Theo take his hand, and he was tugged over to one of many carts selling pumpkins. Large and perfect pumpkins surrounded the cart, but his boyfriend seemed to have difficulty finding what he wanted. Before Stiles could comment, Theo signaled over to the owner, and he waved back. In just a few moments, the owner reappeared with a big brown box in his arms as he walked over to them.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” The man inquired.

“Definitely.” Theo replied.

Stiles then saw Theo pass the man forty dollars as he exchanged it for the box. Once he had a hold of the box, he looked up at Stiles.

“Ready?” Theo asked.

“That’s it? What’s in the box?” Stiles asked.

“It’s a surprise. Let’s go.”

Stiles saw his boyfriend walk ahead back towards the parking lot, and he followed. Theo placed the box in the bed of his truck, and then he walked Stiles to the passenger door. He opened the door and looked up at Stiles.

“Let’s take my truck, and we’ll come to pick up Roscoe at the end of the night,” Theo suggested.

“Looks like your calling the shots tonight,” Stiles replied.

Theo closed the door behind Stiles and quickly made his way into the driver’s seat, and drove south. Stiles’ leg was already shaking as he tried to be patient. He had been staring off into space, completely zoned out. By the time he broke out of the trance to ask where they were going, the truck had already come to a stop.

They were at the cemetery, and Stiles was at a loss for why they were here. Theo simply squeezed his hand and got down, Stiles followed suit, and by the time he closed the passenger door, Theo was there to meet him, large box in hand. Theo led him through the cemetery, and the closer they got to their destination, Stiles began to realize that they were going to his mother’s grave.

Stiles couldn’t say a word as they arrived at his mother’s tombstone. Beloved Wife and Mother was engraved into the stone. Theo set the box on the ground and pulled out what had to be the ugliest pumpkin he had ever seen and placed it by his mother’s grave.

Theo took Stiles’ hand and asked if he remembered the last fall they had spent with each other as friends when they were younger. Stiles nodded to let Theo know he remembered.

“But I still don’t understand what this is,” Stiles said softly.

“We were picking pumpkins to decorate later, and I saw this ugly pumpkin, and I made a joke that I was ugly like this pumpkin, and that’s why my parents didn’t love me. Your mom took my hands and told me everybody deserves to be loved. When I asked her why that ugly pumpkin was still there if everybody deserved to be loved, she told me it was waiting there for us. She told me she loved me and that she couldn’t wait for us to see us grow up together.” Theo explained.

“Wow, I’m sorry that I don’t remember that.”

“You were checking every pumpkin, trying to find the perfect one. I didn’t notice at the time, but she got a little serious at that moment, and she asked me to promise I’d always look out for you. Now that I know she was sick, it makes sense, and I intend to see that promise through.”

Stiles bowed his head and began to think of his mom.

“Mom, we’re here; we made it. I wish you were here.” Stiles spoke in his mind.

At that moment, Stiles felt relief from the weight he’d felt since fall had begun. He knew his mom was watching, and Theo doing this for him gave him a sense of security because even if she wasn’t here, he isn’t forgetting her. Stiles squeezed Theo’s hand and met his gaze.

“Thanks, love,” Stiles remarked.

“Always and Forever,” Theo promised.

#Steo #Stiles Stilinski #Theo Raeken #Teen Wolf #TeenWolfEdit #TWedit #Dylan O'Brien #Cody Christian #steospooktober vol.3 #steo spooktober

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reignstormz · 4 years ago

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|ROMAN REIGNS & SASHA BANKS|

✨THE STORYLINE; SHORT STORY ✨

Bio; Since WWE may or may not give us the Roman and Sasha interaction some of us want, I decided to write a little short story of how I sort of envisioned it going. This story will have three parts to it, hopefully you guys like it enough so I'll continue it! Feedback would be great. I also got a little inspiration from @haharollins someone had asked her to write a quick storyline between them and she wrote down a lot of great ideas I loved. Also @moxley-leakee from the head cannons she write. :)

Cast; Roman Reigns/Sasha Banks/Jey Uso etc. Everyone who has basically been involved with them as of late and a little bit of last year.

Warnings; Reminder, this is just a made up storyline! It has a bit of a romantic angle to it as well but this is not to disrespect their spouses in anyway, this is just for fun. If you don't really care for them to have that type of interaction, then this isn't the type of story for you. No sexual content involved either, just a regular storyline between the two.

|PART ONE|

November 13, 2020

Survivor Series was slowly approaching. The faces of SmackDown knew what was coming their way; Roman would be facing Drew McIntyre, and Sasha would be facing Asuka. However, the sudden, yet "untouchable" thorn in Sasha's side had attacked her after successfully retaining her championship against Bayley. Carmella's eyes were on the title, and even though Sasha was aware after last week, she had no idea who else's eyes were on her.

Earlier tonight, Roman had an intense interaction with Drew. During that time, Jey had gotten involved, and entered himself in a match with him. Roman was furious, and after scolding Jey at the top of his lungs, he had trouble calming down for the rest of the night. He stayed in his private locker room for a minute before deciding to take a walk in the hallway on his own to think. The camera's were on him, watching his every move. Roman stared at the ground as he walked in deep thought until he came across the television that was on the wall, and the blue-haired woman had caught his attention.

Sasha wore a cheetah print body suit that had blue accents all over it, and it hugged her body like a glove. Her blue hair beautifully cascaded down her back, while the women's title sparkled on her shoulder. As she continued to gloat into the microphone, Roman couldn't help but smirk to himself. He crossed his arms and licked his lips, taking notice of how gorgeous she looked. Roman always had a soft spot of Sasha; He always admired how confident she was, and she was one hell of a woman to him. Sasha had it all, and she was not the same girl he had tag-teamed with four years ago. He never would've thought that there would be a day they would be champions at the same time, but he never complained. If he could have it his way, he would keep it this way; It wasn't like he was going to lose his title anytime soon, and neither was she. Roman knew he was the best of the best, including her. He believed in her.

All of a sudden, Bayley's theme had interuppted Sasha. When Sasha wasn't looking, out of nowhere, Carmella had turned her around and super-kicked her in the face. Roman's smirk fell from his face and a slightly angered expression appeared as Carmella continued to beat her down. Carmella stood tall against Sasha; The camera switched back onto him and Roman sighed, looking away from the TV briefly.

"And there's the Universal Champion--Wait, What is he doing?" Michael Cole confusingly questioned into his headset.

"I don't know, Cole." Corey Graves replied, confused as well.

Roman's eyes wondered around in thought until he got a bright idea. He slowly looked back at the screen, watching Carmella leave Sasha alone in the ring. He unfolded his arms, biting his lip from holding back a smile, then he walked away from the television.

The cameras switched back onto Michael Cole and Corey Graves, and they stared at each other with a weird look. Then they looked back at the camera.

"It looks like the Universal Champion, Roman Reigns has something up his sleeve for the Women's Champion, Sasha Banks?" Michael Cole in a curious tone,

"Am I the only one that's still confused?" Corey Graves adds, "What is he thinking? And why would he want to have anything to do with Sasha?"

Michael Cole shrugs, "I guess we're going to have to find out next week." Then they moved on to talk about the other matches and segments.

November 20th, 2020

After getting attacked by Carmella, for the hundredth time, the boss finally began to feel defeated; This wasn't like her at all, and she was so confused. She was humiliated week after week, and now she was taken down in front of Asuka right before Survivor Series. What if the locker room thought she was weak? Or that her title reign would be shorter than all of her others combined? She was the boss but it didn't feel like it at the moment to her. She wondered if Carmella came to her like a real woman, then this would've went differently--but, it was clear that she had time and time again to put a stop to her surprises, and she didn't. Sasha knew that Carmella was after her, but she didn't have confidence in herself that she would be victorious in this fued when it was over.

The camera shot was back on the Women's Champion after Roman and Drew's contract signing was over. She said in the trainer's office, sitting down with her title lying next her. Her head was laid against wall in pain, and the trainer gave her an ice pack to put on her head for the time being. She sighed, quietly thanking him. Then, without a knock, the door opened. It revealed the Universal Champion along with his special counsel and his cousin, Jey Uso.

The two made eye contact with each other in an instant, and silence lingered in the room. Sasha slowly brought the ice pack down from her head, and she experienced a tingly feeling in her stomach. Despite her hidden enjoyment of seeing the Samoan, her eyebrows furrowed a little bit; What brought him here? The pair hadn't interacted in a long time. Not intentionally either, but time passed and they of course went their own separate ways after they had last been together. It might've been awhile, but the chemistry was still there. It never left; It was more than evident at this moment. Even though they knew each other, they were two totally different people than they were four years ago.

Roman switched his attention onto the trainer, giving him an intense expression before looking straight ahead, "Paul.." He said in an awaiting tone. Sasha looked between Paul, Jey, and the trainer. Paul nodded his head politely, signaling Jey and waved his hand over at the trainer to leave the room. The trainer nervously exited the room in fear, Paul and Jey followed behind him, closing the door shut. Roman and Sasha were left alone. Not being able to hold his gaze any longer, she looked down embarrassingly. He probably saw what happened, she thought.

Roman walked further in the room an stopped in front of her, but not too close to where it would make her uncomfortable, "May I?" He asked calmly, and his deep voice made her even more nervous by the second. She nodded, refusing to look at him still.

The head of the table set his title down onto the seat not too far away from him, and sat down next to the beaten up woman. He closed his hands together, resting his arms on his knees and he turned his head to look at Sasha, "I've been in your shoes."

Sasha played with her fingers while she listened to him speak. Normally, she probably would've had a rebuttal, but she felt so broken down that she had no choice but to stay quiet. Roman's attention stayed solely on her as he continued, "I can read you like an open book, Sasha. I know you."

His words replayed in her head like a broken record player; It struck a cord within her and she felt lost. What did he mean by that? What was he implying?

She finally stopped playing with her fingers and their eyes met. Roman could see the sudden confusion yet sadness right through her, which made him even more determined to get his point across.

"I know you've been beating yourself up, and I know that you've been doubting yourself, but this isn't you." Roman paused, "I know what you're going through. I've been through it all, seen it all, and heard it all. I know that people have been tearing you down for being champion; Bayley has said countless times how much you don't deserve it, and Carmella hasn't wasted any time in making sure that you lose your title. But who gives a damn about what they think? Or what they want?"

Sasha's confused facial expression turns into a softer one as she listens to what he's saying. She took in everything, paying close attention.

"The boss I remember, would prove everyone wrong regardless of the hate. You're stronger, bigger and better than any of those people. None of these women can hold a candle to you, and that's exactly why you're champion, because you're the best. You make the title, the title didn't make you. You've come so far and busted your ass for this company way too hard for Carmella, Bayley, or anyone else to take that away. Make them understand who runs this division."

Sasha realized that he was completely right. During this time, she cared way too much about what other people thought which led her to become an easy target, and the boss was never an easy target. If she was, she wouldn't be where she is right now. She had finally remembered who she was, and what she stood for, and no one was going to take that away from her. Sasha softly smiled a little bit, and nodded, understanding where he was coming from.

Roman recognized the smile on her face; It ended up making him grin a tiny bit, and he felt butterflies in his stomach which was a feeling that was mutual to Sasha as well. He gently patted her knee, getting up from his seat and slid his championship on his shoulder. Before he left, he looked down at her one last time and said truthfully, "I believe in you."

Sasha and Roman exchanged looks of admiration before he left the room, leaving her on her own. She smirked shyly, looking down at her lap. Soon enough, SmackDown went off air.

November 22, 2020

The score was so far 2-1 between Raw and SmackDown. The Raw men had successfully beaten the SmackDown men; The Street Profits beat the New Day and Bobby Lashley had beaten Sami Zayn. So far, it wasn't looking good for SmackDown. However, Sasha was determined to make the score even and hopefully Roman and the SmackDown women would be the ones to take it home.

Currently, Sasha was in a match with Asuka. The match was very intense, and it had everyone who was watching on their toes. No one was sure who would win since it was close. Sasha was close to winning multiple times, but it wasn't enough to defeat Asuka.

Asuka kicked Sasha in the chest, knocking her down roughly. When the opportunity was present, Asuka went for her finisher but when she least expected it, Sasha caught her right in the middle of it and kept her shoulders down long enough so she could successfully win the match. Sasha let go of the empress and took a deep breath while there was shock written all over Asuka's face.

"The boss has beaten the empress!" Michael Cole exclaimed. A wide smile grew on Sasha's face and she punched the air in happiness.

"And you're winner, The SmackDown Women's Champion, Sasha Banks!" The ring announcer says with his chest. The ring announcer gives Sasha her title, and helps her up so he could raise her hand. Sasha smiled brightly, feeling over the moon proud of herself that she had won.

A backstage camera showed a shot of Roman and Paul watching her victory from his locker room. He smirked, feeling just as proud. Roman turned his head to look at Paul, and he gave him a look of approval before they both turned their attention back on the screen before he started to prepare for his match with Drew later that night.

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Even though the score between Raw and SmackDown was now 3-2, Roman still brought it home for SmackDown and won against Drew McIntyre. After the low blow Roman had given Drew, Jey still came to Roman's aid to sneak a kick at Drew's face so it could put him down for the count for good. After Roman squeezed Drew in his submission, another referee had come out to declare the match. He had proven to Drew, and everyone else, that he was the champion.

As Roman walked out of the ring and up the ramp, he noticed Jey at the top, cheering him on even though he ordered him to leave the building after losing his match against Raw. Once he reaches the top, Jey and himself stare at each other. Jey looks at him nervously, wondering if he'll get angry meanwhile Roman decides to let it slide for the night, and let the consequences come later. He nods, opening his arm up so he could hug him and Jey doesn't hesitate to hold him tight.

When they pull away from the hug, Sasha's theme music plays, surprising everyone who was at the announce table and through the screen virtually.

"Is that who I think it is?" Corey Graves questions.

"It's Sasha Banks!" Michael Cole says in a excited yet confused tone, once again.

"What the hell is she doing?" Samoa Joe asked at the announce table.

As Sasha walked out from the gorilla with the title wrapped around her waist, Paul and Jey turned around to look at her. Paul proudly smiled at her, giving her the nod of approval while Jey wasted no time in clapping, hyping her up from her win earlier tonight. Sasha softly grinned at the both of them, and instead of dancing her way out like she usually does, she walked out more calmly since she was coming out to congratulate Roman, along with showing appreciation to him after encouraging her.

Roman didn't turn around right away, but couldn't help but smirk at the sound of her music. He licked his lips, and turned around to see her approaching him. She stood right next to him, and a small smile grew across her face as he looked down at her, admiring her beauty. He couldn't of been more proud of her. Roman switched his title onto his other hand, and held his hand out to her. Sasha looked down at his hand, and gently took a hold of it. Roman brought her hand to his lips, kissing the top of it softly before saying, "I told you, you could do it."

Sasha swooned on the inside by his sweet gesture, and she lightly blushed while she stared at her tribal chief, "It was all you."

Roman gave her hand a soft squeeze in reaction of her reply, winking at her and his strong--tattoed arm brought her into his side. Jey stood close to Roman while Paul watched in amazment. Meanwhile, Drew sat in the ring, looking at Roman and Sasha with a lost facial expression on his face.

Roman looked down at his title in his hand and said, "This is ours, and this stays with us for the near future. We'll take down what we want to." Then he raises his title above his head proudly, and Jey wraps his arm around Roman's shoulder. Roman looks down at me, and nods, signaling me to do the same. Sasha unbuckles her title from her waist, and holds her title above her head as well as Roman's theme music cues shortly after.

"Wait, does this mean that the head of the table has formed an alliance with the boss?" Michael Cole says in a surprised tone.

"This should be good." Samoa Joe adds, speaking what everyone else might've been thinking. After a lingering silence from the announce table, the program cuts to commerical.

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hope you guys liked this :)

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winfall · 3 years ago

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Episode 1: Welcome to Suplex City (Volume 11)

(background photo by Gerd Altmann on Pixabay)

(photo by Martha Dominguez de Gouveia on Unsplash)

ACT SIX

INT. SUPLEX CITY HOSPITAL ROOM – LATER

Shane lies in a hospital bed with an arm sling, giving a statement to Renee Young.

Stephanie and Glen quietly enter.

SHANE: This will not affect my campaign run for mayor. I am more committed than ever to putting every last criminal behind bars where they belong.

STEPHANIE: (to Renee) Could you give us a moment?

Renee steps outside.

STEPHANIE (CONT'D): Shane, what happened to you was heinous, and I know you want justice. We all do. But do you really think you're fit to get this city into shape? I mean, look at you. There are monsters out there who are capable of doing much worse.

Shane sees right through her.

SHANE: Oh, I know all about monsters. Thank you for your concern, but I'm not going anywhere. My job is to make those monsters pay for everything they've done, and I won't stop until I do.

STEPHANIE: Then may the best man or woman win.

GLEN: (creepy smile) Get well soon.

They walk out.

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INT. RAW TALK STUDIO - LATER

B-roll of the high-speed chase involving the Raw Talk van and the Revival plays.

CHARLY (O.S): Despite our efforts, suspects Dash Wilder, Scott Dawson and their unknown accomplice, whom many have given the name Kane, are still on the run.

The B-roll cuts to Charly on the set of Raw Talk.

CHARLY (CONT'D): If anyone has any information on these three men, do not hesitate to notify the authorities. Every detail is essential. Now to Summer Rae with the weather.

Now off camera, Charly gets up and walks off set for a coffee break.

Kurt joins her. Pours himself a cup.

KURT: I cannot thank you enough, Charly. Your methods were questionable, to say the least, but they got us back on the air.

CHARLY: I just wish we could have done more.

KURT: Those guys may still be on the loose, but you gave the public something they haven't had in a long time. Hope. You were right. Nobody cares enough about the truth. But now they know where to find it.

INT. THE UNIVERSAL CROWN – OUTSIDE BOBBY ROODE'S OFFICE – LATER

Tye bangs on the door. Bobby yanks it open, but just a crack.

TYE: Bobby, what are you doing? Everyone's been looking for you.

He looks behind him. Stacks of cash sit on Bobby's desk. Tye looks him in the eyes, knowing, but not wanting to ask.

TYE (CONT'D): What is that?

BOBBY: It's none of your business. Go home. Show's over.

He slams the door in Tye's face.

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INT. SHAWN MICHAEL'S TRUCK/ EXT. SHAWN'S DRIVEWAY – LATER

Talking Smack is on the radio.

COREY GRAVES (ON RADIO): Our prayers and thoughts go out to Chief McMahon as we hope for a speedy recovery.

Shawn turns off the radio.

SHAWN: You dodged a bullet. Better thank the Good Lord for that.

DOLPH: (defeated) After everything I've done to come this close, yet another opportunity gets stolen away from me.

SHAWN: That place was literally up in flames, and you're talking about a lost opportunity? You will get your opportunity. A better opportunity. It's just going to take a lot of time, and a lot of patience.

DOLPH: What's the point? No matter what I do it's never enough. No matter how high I climb, I get knocked right back down. I have scratched and clawed my entire career just to get one shot. And now... (beat) I'm over it.

He gets out of the truck and heads to the house.

Shawn also gets out of the truck.

SHAWN: (calling after him) If you want to quit, I can't stop you. But everything comes with a price. It's up to you to determine if it's a price you're willing to pay.

The screen door SLAMS SHUT.

PRE-LAP:

THREE DOOR KNOCKS

EXT. SHAWN'S HOME - FRONT DOOR – SOME TIME LATER

Dolph answers the door. No one's there. He looks down. A briefcase lies on the porch.

Dolph looks around the front yard then back at the briefcase. Hesitates. Then opens the screen door and steps onto the porch.

He stoops down and unlocks the briefcase with a CLICK. Opens it. He takes out a piece of paper concealed by the case's lid. As he skims it, his face shifts from surprise to disturbed. He carefully puts the note back inside, shuts and locks the briefcase, troubled.

For a moment he just sits there staring at it... His face hardens. He picks up the briefcase, carries it inside and shuts the door.

INT. PILLMAN'S WAREHOUSE – LATER

The sound of SWINGING CHAINS. Two men with potato sacks over their heads stand with their wrists tied together and chained to the ceiling. The sacks are yanked off. It's Dawson and Wilder, startled and confused.

Roman, Dean, and Seth stand before them, faces masked, menacing.

DEAN: We've got some unfinished business.

END OF EPISODE

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If you’ve made it to the end of Episode 1, thank you so much! Thanks for just taking the time to read any of this story. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I love writing it. I’m a big fan of the WWE and when I was inspired to write this, I was overflowing with joy and passion. I am so happy that I finally get to share it!

If you are also a huge WWE fan and enjoy writing WWE fanfiction, I would love to collaborate. I have so many ideas for this story, but having someone to bounce ideas off of would be great and a lot of fun. So, if you have any ideas about characters or plots, please leave me a note or a message. I would love to see what we can create together!

God Bless and please enjoy your day! There’s always something to be grateful for if you take the time to take a breath and look around.

Love,

Charly <3 :)

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