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Loner (Jim Hopper x Daughter! Reader)
SPOILERS FOR S3. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED
Summary; Reader is Hoppers older daughter who dies instead of Hopper and Hopper finds a note from the reader after her passing explaining that she knew she was going to die, saving El and Hopper (Slight Billy x reader too)
My birthday party is this Saturday so I will inactive that whole weekend
Caution, this one was completely rushed so its really, really bad
Tagged; @irreplaceable-ecstasy @fraeppuccino @teenwolflover28 @buckysjuicyplums @lcgaf @kyrathekiller @canny1902 @itsfangirlmendes @tellmyselfies @xkotkuu @scarletmeii @krazykatkay456 probably still forgot someone and im sorry
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Dear Dad,
So, I'm not really good at writing letters. I never written a letter like this before, so, I guess that's probably why
We're going to have to fight the Russians, huh? Its funny when I say it out loud, but, thinking about it now, I fear someone might get hurt or, even worse, killed
And I know what youre going to say when you read this letter, 'you are not going to fight the Russians, this is a job left for the adults,'. Well, Dad, I hate to break it to you, but Im an adult now
But, knowing you, you dont count a nineteen year old as an adult. Not in your book. In your book Im still your little girl, who battled cancer like a champ while my sister couldn't. But I am. Im an adult, and its my job to protect Eleven since I couldnt protect Sara
Ive always looked up to you. You taught me how to use a gun at twelve, taught me to fight without a gun at fourteen. Im pretty much like the karate kid now, but with a gun and the Chief of Hawkins as my father
I dont even know why Im writing this letter to begin with. Here I am sitting in Joyce's house while you guys are with a 'dangerous criminal' and Eleven is stopping this big ass monster
Guess I should go help them. Figure out a way to call Steve or Jonathan and meet up with them and do what I do best, fight bad guys
Love, Y/N Hopper
He found it tucked in your jeans. Folding clothes to put in boxes, Jim hears the crumble of the paper and realizes you had forgotten all about the stupid letter
But its all he has left of you. As hes reading it his mind is blurry, emotions jumbled. He would smile at some parts, others he would tear up and remember that you, did, indeed, protect Eleven
Jim knew you were happy now. When Sara died a couple years back and your mother left you with Jim, you became depressed. But knowing you saved not just Eleven but your father, he knew you accomplished your goal in life,
And for once, Jim wasnt pissed at your actions
Your bedroom is empty now. Eleven and Mike are patching the giant hole in the ceiling from the Mindflayer monster (that was fun to explain), while the others picked up furniture and cleaned bits and pieces of the destroyed cabin,
Jim lifts the last box off of your bed, tucking the box into your closet with many more boxes of clothes, items, and old toys,
The note remains clutched in his hand. He doesnt want to let it go. He let you go, not knowing it was your goal to make sure he and El were safe
Jim runs a large hand down his face, heaving a breathy sigh and dropping onto your bed, hand beginning to tremble when it tightened on the paper,
"She wouldnt want you to be like this,"
Jim looks up at a voice. Eleven and Max stood at the door, Maxs lips pressed tight together,
"She wouldnt want you to be like this," Max repeats, Jim nodding his head slowly, looking down at the note,
"I-" Jim inhales deeply, giving Eleven the go to enter the bedroom and sit next to him, sliding her hand into his that didnt have a grip on the letter,
"Y/N loved you," Eleven starts firmly, Jim directing his eyes to hers and watching the young girl smile, "You raised her to be the girl she was. Strong, independent. Her mother and Sara would be proud,"
Jim chuckles, dryly, sniffing away any tears that dared to fall, "She was too independent. She couldnt protect Sara, she knew it was her job to protect you," He hands the letter to Eleven, forcing himself to let it go,
"Billy did, too," Eleven swiftly scans the letter, looking back up at her adoptive father,
"God, they hated each other," Max snorts, Jims lips tugging upwards, "Youd see them glaring at each other or shooting nasty comments at one other,"
"She doesnt play games, thats for sure," Jim chuckles again, softer, "But shes with him now. Maybe this time they'll get along for once,"
Your eyes look over at Billy, his arms crossed and eyebrows raised to you. His eyes flick down to Earth, and you laugh, shaking your head,
"No way Hargrove," You grin, "Not unless you plan to stop smoking any time soon,"
"Not like it can harm me up here," Billy shrugs, looking around the bright, clouded area, "Sucks. My cars not here,"
"You cant go anywhere, dingus," You giggle,
"Dont you want to see California?" Billy questions, and your eyes look down to your father under the clouds, then to Billys extended hand,
Sighing, you take his hand, squeezing, "Lead the way,"
Imagine Snape taking care of you (2-12)
- “They don’t need protection, the Dark Lord is gone.” Snape cried to Dumbledore when he confronted him about the death of your family.
“And he will return, and the boy needs to be protected.”
“What of his sister?”
“She will stay with Sirius."
- when Sirius was arrested Dumbledore brought you to Hogwarts, planning on making arrangements for you. That was when Snape first saw you, toddling the halls with Hagrid at two.
-"Is this…"
"Yes Severus. Isn’t she a beauty?” Hagrid asked as you looked up at the professor with the greasy black hair, and long nose, a smile on your face as you reached up towards him.
-He immediately went to Dumbledore and insisted that he be the one to look after you. When asked why he responded with, “She has her father’s eyes, but her mother’s personality."
-Snape hid you very well from the death eaters, none of them knew that he was caring for a child, much less [Y/N] Potter, however as far as you knew your name was [Y/N] Black, which was to protect you from future Voldemort followers, and you were never told of your true origins.
-when you turned five Snape decided to start teaching you the basics of potions, which you were very good at. He would love to watch you smile and giggle as you made the most simple potions.
-You always sat at the teachers table, however you were seated by Hagrid, and while he tried to remain stern in front of the others, he couldn’t help but smile when he heard you refused to eat your vegetables.
-Hagrid was always the second father-like figure in your life, this was because Snape didn’t want to risk the children of Death eaters discovering that you were Snape’s adopted daughter. However after hours you were solely Snape’s
-You were the only one who could make Snape act soft, he never scolded you, or raised his voice to you, even when you accidentally blew up a potion.
-when you were of age to be sorted he feared that you would end up in Slytherin, and much to his relief you were sorted into Gryffindor.
-you were so scared that Snape would be disappointed that you weren’t a Slytherin, however when you expressed this to him, he told you a story of a little girl with green eyes.
-He beamed with pride when you were the only first year who could make the potions he assigned, and who passed every test. He would even chuckle sometimes when you tried to assist the Weasley twins and Lee.
-"Dad?"
"Yes [Y/N]."
"That little girl you told me about… Was that my mother?” He closed his book slowly, “yes. It was."
"And she was killed by…"
"A dark wizard, one who…"
"Am I Harry Potter’s sister?"
"Yes. You are."
"And I am assuming that Sirius Black is not my real father?"
"Yes."
"Am I in danger?"
"No. I will never let anyone hurt you.” Snape said as you took a step forward and wrapped your arms around him.
“I love you Dad.” You whispered as Snape teared up a little.
“I love you too."
-This was when Snape also revealed everything to you, from how he and Lily met, James teasing him, and everything beyond that point.
-Every year for Christmas you and Snape would celebrate in the dungeon, which you decorated once all the students left, each year you would make your father a potion, while he normally bought you different ingredients to create potions with, However the year you figured out about James and Lily he made you a book much like the one Hagrid got for Harry. However yours also included photographs of you and him. It was the best present you had ever received.
-He later asked you how you figured it out, which was when you laughed a bit and said, “Hagrid told me.”
-He never forgave Hagrid for telling you…
-During the summer between your first and second year, you informed your father that you wanted to go spend some time over the summer with the Weasleys. He agreed. However he never knew how much he was going to miss you while you were gone.
-When you returned he was overjoyed, and you told him all about the Burrow.
-Soon you started spending time every break with the Weasleys. but made sure you still spent some time with Snape,
-When you got your period for the first time, he panicked and tried to make a potion to cure you, thankful Minerva explained everything to you, and informed you that Snape will some day get a grip on it.
-You finally were able to get through to Fred and George how to make a decent potion, however you had no idea that they would use there new skill to prank students, and Snape.
-You were top of your class your second year, and Snape was so proud that you were his daughter.
Other Installments:
Third Year
Fourth- Sixth Year
My freinds and I trying to act normal when our parents walk in
consider: billy wearing nancy’s old sweater cause he showed up without a shirt for the gangs meeting in the wheelers house
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brat;
summary: _____ is the newest – and youngest – addition to the Avengers team. Rich, important parents, incredibly smart. Trained in gymnastics, martial arts, acrobatics and more. Got a face that she knows will get her anything she wants; the long lashes, the doe eyes and lips that she just has to pout to get her way.
She’s a brat – and everyone knows that Steve thinks so because he’s constantly reprimanding her as if she’s the toddler she throws tantrums like.
pairing: steve rogers x reader
genre: fluff, kinda gets steamy but not nsfw
word count: 5.4k
warnings: AGE GAP, reader is 19 – don’t like don’t read my dudes, too many italics and unplanned writing
note: um?? don’t ask me where this came from bc truth be told i opened my bin one day and it was just sitting there :/ ALSO i just realised i didnt have submissions and asks open omfg dumb bitch material much
next part: and again
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Muriel Smut part 3. The most smut. There will be one more part after this. I know it’s long. But I enjoyed writing it. 18+, NSFW. Enjoy my thirsty hot trash.=D
Pumpkin bread P3~
Your hands clasp your mouth in shock and embarrassment. Did I just say that?
“Muriel– I.” You start to feel yourself fall backwards, he catches you before your back hits the floor, still trying to get his breath under control. You still cover your hot face with your hands tightly, as he sits you up and pulls you into his chest. He awkwardly struggles to find some words. “….Uh…what was– …….Did that– …..was that–….are you ok–?”
You finally blurted out, “Oh god! I’m so sorry!”
“What–wh–why are you apologizing?” Frustration and confusion in his voice.
“I don’t know! Because of Asra!” Your voice is muffled as you speak through your hands.
“Because of…What? What do you mean ‘because Asra’?”
“…..He made a stupid pumpkin bread with seduction elixir. He left it on the freakin’ table in the back room.”
“… what?”
You eye peers through your parted fingers. “…….And– and I ate some of it.”
“Uuuuhhhhhhhh…….” He blankly stares at you. “Why?”
“I was hungry!! I didn’t know! You know how I love pumpkin bread!”
You start to feel your heartbeat ringing in your ears again. This moment of sanity isn’t going to last long. Tears start to overwhelm your eyes but you don’t dare show them.
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The Osiris Club
Summary: You’re the top dancer at the best strip joint Jersey has to offer— The Osiris Club. Sure, it’s grimy as hell, but it’s worth it whenever your favorite client comes in for a good time.
Word Count: 5.5K
Warning: Lemon, purely smutographical content, stripping, bumpin’ and grindin’, face sitting, tail fucking, rough sex, a little fluff at the end for good measure.
A/N: IT’S DONE! Finally! I’m so fucking happy I was able to finish this fic, and just in time for the dvd release! I really hope you guys like it and that I did HB justice. Feedback is gold so don’t forget to drop me a line and reblog, bb’s!
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Me coming home after another unsucseful date to a house filled with cats and crushes on fictional characters
Queen Atlanna and Prince Orm (movie version)
YES GO WATCH AQUAMAN MOVIE !!! it’s so good i cried.
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Have some Muriel Smut My Thirsty Darlings
NSFW
AFAB reader because I'm terrible at writing anything else. Mention of boobies and things.
You build a blanket fort, Muriel gets accidentally drunk, then fucks you like it's the end of the world, then forgets about it the next morning.
When you brought him the huge bottle of black mead he blushed and looked away before mumbling "thank you" and then taking it from you.
You convinced Muriel that tonight you were going to build a blanket fort (thank Portia for giving you the idea), and doing nothing but telling spooky stories and drinking by the fire.
You saw the bottle sitting at the market stand today and couldn't resist buying for your favorite hermit.
Muriel of course gave you *The Look™* like you had grown three fingers out of your eyebrows when you were excitedly explaining your plan.
"It'll be fun! Come on pleeeeeease?" You beg taking his hands in yours and givng him puppy eyes. Even Innana joined in with the begging. Muriel simply sighed and nodded, but couldn't hide the hint of a smile that appeared.
"Yes!" You pump a fist into the air and then tug Muriel to the shop where you throw as many pillows and blankets into his arms and your arms as you can carry, then you both head back to the hut the prepare.
"I'm an expert blanket fort builder," you boast jabbing a thumb into your chest. Muriel had already started drinking, holding onto his mug with an eyebrow cocked, watching you with adorable admiration and curiosity.
"Okay," he said and takes another sip.
By the time you were done building, Muriel had a slight blush to his face and seemed like he had a hard time focusing on you.
You can't stop the huge smile that spreads across your face. "Muri....are you already drunk?"
He frowns and looks down at his cup, then at the half empty bottle sitting next to him on the table, and shrugs.
"Oh my goodness..." You say and walk around your fort, observing it's structural integrity. You had reinforced the fort with magick, the patchwork blankets looking like a crude circus tent.
Satisfied with your skills you begin building the bed inside, when you're done you lay down and sigh happily, sinking into the numerous cushions, blankets and furs.
"Come on in," you tell Muriel from your cushions. You hear him set his mug down and then he pokes his head inside, childlike wonder on his face.
"This is...actually really amazing..." He says crawling in further. His gaze falls on you, nestled in all the pillows, and he crawls in until he's right next to you, then nuzzles his face in your neck. "You're amazing..." He mumbles.
"You're totally drunk right now, it's adorable," You say giggling.
You expect him to pull away face burning telling you he's not, but he unexpectedly starts kissing your neck, his hand running up and down your thigh, hiking your skirt up.
Your breath hitches and you arch into him, a quiet moan escaping from the sudden intimate touch.
"...this okay?" He asks quietly, face still buried in your neck. You only nod and make a "mhm" sound, your own hands travelling over his shoulders and down his arms.
He runs his hand higher up your exposed thigh, fingertips leaving a featherlight trail of sensation on the soft skin.
He gets close to the heat between your legs then runs his hand back down, smiling at your frustrated sigh from the lack of contact against your wetness, then he runs his hand back up, rougher this time, over your hips, over your belly, up to your breast and squeezes it slightly.
He kisses lower until he gets to the the ties of your shirt and bites the strings, undoing them with his teeth, pulling open your shirt and kissing down between your breasts. You tangle your hands in his hair trying to guide his warm mouth to your nipple but he grabs your wrists gently and and pins them above your head.
"No..." He slurs and brings his mouth to your neck again. His arms were long enough to hold you in place, and kiss down your body while you wiggled and moaned, begging him for release.
He nipped at your hips, leaving little hickeys on the insides of your thighs and grinning at you when your begging got louder.
"Shhh," he hushed you drunkenly and you couldn't help but giggle, your giggle turning into a moan when he kisses your pussy through your underwear. You toss your head back, burying your face into the nearest pillows, and tilt your hips up, but he pulls away again.
With one hand still pinning your wrists, he uses the other to pull your underwear aside and run his tongue up through your soaked folds, gently using his thumb to rub circles around your clit.
You see stars from the sensation, struggling against him and moaning his name into the pillows. He releases your wrists and grabs the meat of your outer thighs to keep them apart, his tongue buried inside you.
You're barely cognitive as one hand is buried in his hair and one hand is fondling your breast, lost in the waves of pleasure rippling through you.
You're on the verge of an orgasm when he pulls away and starts undoing his own clothing. The bulge in his pants makes you impatient, so you undo his buckles with a wave of your hand, pulling off his clothes with a frustrated gesture. He yanks your underwear down your legs, and you pull the rewt of your shirt off.
He grabs your wrists again and pins you down, thrusting into you roughly. You scream his name and arch your back, gasping at his sudden fullness inside you, your walls clenching around him and your thighs squeezing together.
God he was big.
He starts slow, rocking into you then goes absolutely primal. His quiet moans turn into full on grunts as he pounds into your body
"Mu-ri-el!" You scream and rake your fingernails down his back, watching his hips slam into yours over and over again.
You're close to probably the greatest orgasm of your life and you can tell he is to. It hits you unexpectedly, spiraling through your body from your core, making you clench even tighter around him, he thrusts one more time, going even deeper and moans loudly into your neck.
You feel his warm cum filling you and then spilling out, then you both relax and he falls halfway on top of you, not even pulling out.
He gives you a sloppy kiss and then proceeds to pass out.
You pull a blanket over the both of you, and wrap your arms around him, feeling him go soft inside you. It's a strange sensation, but you're too tired to really care at this point, srill coming down from your orgasm.
"If getting you drunk makes you fuck like that we'll have to do it more often," you say more to yourself before falling asleep.
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You're not quite sure exactly what woke you up, but your eyes are open and you're suddenly wide awake. And very conscious of Muriel still still inside you, which immediately arouses you. He's still in a deep sleep, but he seems to be having a dream.
He rocks gently into you, and you can't helo but moan a little. His dick grows hard inside you and your still swollen pussy clenches around him.
He mumbles something in his sleep and rocks his hips against you gently, twitching a little. You run your hands up and down his back, trying to wake him up without startling him.
He opens his eyes and stares at you sleepily before rolling you both over so you're now on top, his rigid cock throbbing inside you.
You involuntarily start moving your hips against him, feeling every inch of him as you both have sleepy morning sex, a stark contrast to the fuck he gave you last night.
He finishes slowly and quietly, and then pulls out, you lay on top of him, playing with his messy hair.
"I think I drank too much..." He finally says.
"Do you remember anything from last night?" You ask trying to hide the grin on your face.
He doesn't asnwer immediately, then shakes his head, groaning slightly. "No...I just have a headache now."
You bring healing magick to your fingertips and try to ease most of the pain.
"So you don't remember anything?" You say sitting up and raising an eyebrow.
"I remember you building this..." Muriel gestures to your epic blanket fort. "And then...it's a blank. Why did I...do something?" His face grows red, and you can visibly see him remembering waking up half on top and fully inside you. "Oh...." He says and closes his eyes. "Are you okay? I didn't....hurt you?"
"Of course not," you say cupping his cheek. "Muriel you would never hurt me. Drunk or not." You grin down at him.
He doesn say anything, just glances behind you and mumbles something about need firewood. You give him a long kiss, feeling hin relax a little and and then you both get dressed.
You're very sore but you try not to show it, you know it would only make Muriel feel even worse, even though you really didn't mind.
"So...you want to do it again tonight?" You waggle your eyebrows at him and adore the way his face turns a deep shade of crimson.
"I'm not drinking that much though," he grumbles.
You only laugh and wrap your arms around him, knowing full well you're absolutely going to get drunk and have some fun, even if he isn't.
- Heckin thank for read!
When your computer stylus breaks in half when you come back to finish a drawing
And you can’t get a new one until tomorrow but you wanna draw now.
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One of the things I love about Avengers fic writers is that we all still write the everybody-lives-in-the-Tower stories, even though canon’s pretty well established that that didn’t really happen. And for some reason it just makes me really happy that nobody has the same Tower. Sometimes everyone has their own floor, sometimes everyone has their own wing on the same floor, and sometimes they all share a bathroom they fight over in the mornings. Sometimes explosions from Tony’s lab down the hall from the kitchen set off the fire alarm in the living room, and sometimes Tony has so many labs spread across the building that they could go for weeks without seeing him. Is the gym down in the basement? Does it have a view of the city skyline? Is the building laid out in a straight line inside, or do the hallways loop so Clint can run in circles when he’s had too much caffeine? Are there Stark Industries chefs who make all their food, and housekeeping staff to keep the place nice, or does Steve make scrambled eggs in the morning and Thor vacuums the living room? We have no idea how the place works, but that doesn’t stop us and I love it.
ik it wouldnt have had as big of an impact but i kinda wish in endgame that just before tony snapped his other hand was suddenly grasped by peter quill.
peter goes “we’ll share it. like before.” then rocket takes his hand, then drax, then steve, then thor, and so on and so forth.
and thanos watches as all of them hold on to each other as tony snaps and they lose. tony gets to go back to morgan and pepper. all is well
Timeline is very kooky, so don’t think too much about it.
But imagine New York being under attack.. by a mummy. It’s something the Avengers have never faced, nor did they think they’d ever face, but here one is wreaking havoc by means they’re not used to.
And then imagine Darcy watching the footage and sitting on the edge of her seat, only to see who/what the villain is and saying, “Ugh. Mummies. I hate mummies.” And Jane and Pepper just kind of stare at her and she shrugs. “What? If you knew who my Dad was, you’d understand.”
Cut to the team returning banged up, having lost track of the mummy and Jane throwing Darcy under the bus by saying Darcy might know something about mummies they didn’t. Everyone turns to Darcy and she sighs yet again, “If you want answers, we’re going to have to make a trip to the Sahara Desert. Dad will know what’s going on or at least who to point you to.”
So the team makes the trip and as they ride camel back to where Darcy directs them, they stumble upon Darcy’s dad-
-the Medjai chieftain that her mother had a fling with once upon a time while passing through England. (I placed him in England ‘cause he was there for the O’Connells during Mummy 2).
I’m just posting this to save it don’t judge
Imagine working in a brothel and Geralt being your first customer (smut)
(Long smut ahead! Had some fun writing for Geralt! Hope it isn’t too much of a mess! Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/credit to the original owners.)
You hadn’t wanted this job nor were you in any way interested in it but the people that found you and was supposed to be your “family” decided otherwise. Without caring for your fate, they sold you the instant they had known you were a virgin. Being given such a high price for you, they took their coins and left you at the brothel.
You were now left on your own, and found yourself trying to go through day to day your new way of life. To your luck, you had always managed to evade any men that made you uncomfortable despite the efforts of the owners to try and sell you, you worked hard to make those men like to leave you alone.
It was beginning to be silly to the other girls and even a bet amongst the men to see who could finally have you and actually seduce you to let yourself be touched. You were adamant about not wanting to bed anyone and were quite vocal about it and to your surprise the owners were beginning to soften towards you.
They let you work around as a waitress in the meanwhile, still trying to offer you up for a high price and convince you to at least give a try at some of the clients, insisting you’ll get a higher pay. You still refused and had gotten away with all of it and were quite proud of your reputation, and the power you had over the owners.
However, that all came to a stop the day, the man or rather the Witcher they called “The White Wolf”, put a the biggest bag of gold you had ever seen on the table and demanded for you for the next nights he was staying for.
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Geralt had heard a lot from you from his travel companion Jaskier, often being told tales about how you were giving most men who visited you trouble, and managing to still get their money for yourself at the same time.
He was told you were quite a beauty to the eyes and how many had tried to persuade you yet no one could ever seem to make you budge or even want to be with them for one more second. It all fuelled his curiosity and even made him want to give a try and prove to everyone else he could do such a thing, surely soon enough, he did what he had to cross paths with you, walking right into your workplace.
From the instant his eyes met yours, he had a feeling you were the one. Your eyes went wide to meet his bronze gaze, your cheeks turning beet red to look up at his sheer size and your sudden nervousness as you’d serve him was enough to make him understand you were the virgin, Jaskier and everyone else around spoke of.
It didn’t take long for him to ask for your name and shyly you responded, a mere meek “Y/N” you answered to him while he barely had time to introduce himself as his companion did so for him with a big grin, impatient to see how it would all go down.
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Dialogue Prompt
"Wait, you-you're alive?"
"I haven't lived for a thousand years just to be killed by an idiot with a big mouth."
"Wait, you're immortal?"
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I have stretch marks.
Reblog if you do too. Just to prove that it is more normal than what people actually think.
Question
Would anyone be interested in a Hellboy fanfic?
Honestly, I think I could wait until Wrestlemania 34 if it means Roman vs Cena as long as when we’re least expecting it we hear out of nowhere.
Sierra. Hotel. India. Echo. Lima. Delta. SHIELD!
And then you have the camera facing Roman standing there with a smug look on his face, whilst the cameras are scanning the crowd to find Seth and Dean walking through the Mania crowd. The camera follows them and they’re up on the big screen and the crowd is screaming and chanting YES!YES!YES! The announce team look completely confused because they have no idea what is going on, as it wasn’t planned for Seth and Dean to show up. Seth and Dean hop the barrier and refuse to step foot in the ring. The ref is conflicted over what to do and has to start the match for the show to run through its respective time slot. They don’t even have to interfere in the match, all they have to do is stand there, at the outside of the ring whilst Roman fights Cena.
Then at the end of the match, Seth and Dean walk into the ring and stand side by side with Roman. Roman goes and grabs a microphone for each of them and stands in the middle of the ring above Cena and he brings the mic up. “John.. John.. John. Look at what you’ve gotten yourself into.. You’ve thought for the past, 15 years that you owned the WWE, that you were the face of the company. That you were the best there is, the best there was and the best there ever will be. Little did you know Cena, you lost that title 5 years ago, when we stepped into the business. The Shield has ran the WWE since day one! Whether we were together or apart, it was still all about us. It was still about The Shield.” Roman then turns to Seth and pats him on the back.
Seth does his signature smirk,“Now, every single one of youse thought that we’d never reform and youse were right. Because The Shield has never left, when you thought we left, that I betrayed my brothers back in 2014 youse were wrong.”
Dean then starts playing around with his microphone and does his signature mox smirk,“Now, we played you.We played everyone in the crowd, everyone at home and every. single. person. backstage. It was all our plan since day one.”
Seth laughs,“Dean and Roman, they knew that I would “betray” them.“ The crowd then goes dead silent in shock at the confession Seth just made.
Dean taps his fingers against his chest and looks at Seth and then Roman,“Y'know, there’s a reason I’m referred to as the lunatic fringe and the unstable one. There’s a reason why Seth is known as the architect and Roman as the big dog, theres no one in this business like us three,like the shield and we’re lethal when we’re together.”
Seth let’s out his loudest heel laugh, “It was all our plan, where’s the authority now? That’s right. They’ve been gone for a god damn year, because I single handedly destroyed them from the inside out.”
Roman brings the mic back up,“Seth got rid of the authority, I got rid of the undertaker and John Cena, two of the WWE’s biggest ass kissers. All whilst Ambrose here has been bringing in the belts, whose your grand slam champion?That’s right Dean. Whose your longest reigning us champ, oh yeah Ambrose.”
Dean smirks and brings the mic up,“The Shield has never left, whether we were on different shows we still had our plans and would be together, that’s the benefit of having a house in the dessert. And it’s all worked out, you guys love us and wanted us back and what can I say? We’re never leaving.”
Seth smirks and faces the runway whilst leaning up against the ropes,“ We don’t care how long you’ve been in this business, you can try and beat us but you won’t manage. We’ve ran this place since 2012 and we’ll run this place for the rest of its time.” Seth walks back to the centre of the ring and puts out his fist for Dean to shortly follow,Roman brings up his mic one last time before shouting into it,“You better believe that and BELIEVE IN THE SHIELD!” He drops the mic and fistbumps with Ambrose and Rollins all whilst the crowd is going insane over what has just happened.
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