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ametrinearrows · 4 months

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Trip Up

The anticipation hung heavily in the air as YNN Snap stepped into the ring, readying herself to face off against Carmella. The cheers of the crowd in the stands echoed around her, fueling her determination. Little did she know that this match would almost become the biggest turning point in her friendship with her best friend, Corey.

The match progressed in YNN's favor but she could sense something amiss as she watched Corey stand from his seat at the commentary table and walk over to ringside. It was out of the norm for him and the fact that it was his wife she was facing only made the gut feeling she had worse. Suddenly, when the referee couldn't see what he was doing, Graves grabbed YNN's foot causing her to fall. Upon landing a sharp pain ran through her arm as she tried to catch herself.

Carmella, ever the opportunist, swiftly delivered a match ending move, securing the victory. Fury mixed with physical and emotional pain welled up within the YHC haired girl as she realized what had just transpired. Her emotions consumed her as she held her hurt arm to her body to stabilize it. She turned to Mr. Graves, her eyes burning with hurt and anger. "Why would you do that?!” YNN questioned as silence fell over the audience. "I can't believe you!"

Her words stung him like venom as she slid out of the ring and walked up the ramp to the backstage area. Corey watched as the medics met her on the stage and the guilt hit him like a tidal wave when they escorted YNN to the back. He never meant to hurt her in any capacity, he just knew what he was told to do and he did it. But he hurt his best friend in the process and that was worse than any blow he could ever take.

After the show concluded, Corey retreated backstage, seething with guilt and regret of what he had done earlier in the night. He knew he had made a grave mistake, and he couldn't bear the thought of losing his friendship with YNN. So, he went in search of the YEC eyed girl.

Corey treaded through the maze of corridors of the backstage area, searching for any sign of the YHC haired girl. He searched everywhere he could think of from the clinical station to her locker room. He even stopped to check with Stephanie and Triple H in case they had seen her but had no luck.

When he finally found her, YNN was walking out of the arena with her left arm in a temporary sling. His guess was she was waiting until the morning to get it thoroughly checked out. The girl was known to push off going to a medical center if she thought the injury wasn't bad enough.

"YNN!" Corey called out to her right before she could make her exit. "YNN, I'm so sorry. I didn't know you didn't know that I was going to do that." He said as he finally caught up to her.

YNN rolled her eyes. "Of course, I didn't know, Core. " She said as she turned around to face him. "If I had known my arm wouldn't be in this death trap and I wouldn't have to go for X-rays at eight o'clock in the morning. All I was told was that I was supposed to score that match, nothing else.”

"YNN, I swear I didn't know. They told me to do it over the headsets and that it had been gone over with you and Leah." He explained with a guilty look across his features.

The YEC eyed girl sighed. "So, you really had no clue that we didn't know?" she questioned.

Graves shook his head. "I swear to it."

YNN sighed once more, the feelings of anger she held against the man subsiding. "I believe you."

"I didn't mean to get you hurt either. I'm sorry. Leah has already chewed me out for it too." He explained.

"Did she know that they were having you trip me up like that?" She asked.

Corey shook his head. "She's up there tearing them a new one right now and I'm sure that Steph and Hunter aren't too far behind her."

YNN's eyes widened at her best friend's words. "Are you saying they told no one but you?" He could practically see the steam pour out of her ears. "Those sons of bitches have something else coming to them when I get my hands on them."

Graves reached out and placed his hand on her unhurt arm, and like many times before, he started running it up and down it in a comforting motion. "Trust me, sweetheart, I have a few words of my own for them."

Just then, Carmella came running up to the two of them. "My god, YNN, are you alright? I saw your face when you landed, how bad is it?"

YNN shrugged slightly. "Med team said they suspect it's a fractured radial bone, but I won’t know for sure until the morning.' she said, which made Corey feel worse than he already did.

"Damn it, YNN, I'm sorry." He apologized. "I didn't think you would get hurt."

"Core, will you stop apologizing?" She asked. "I think established that it wasn't entirely your fault."

"Let the man apologize," Carmella said and placed her hands on her hips. "He at least could have given you a little bit of a warning before he just, you know, grabbed your ankle like that."

"Yeah, well, I kind of already hurt his ego a bit on national television so I think we can call it even." YNN stated and looked back over at Corey who just nodded wordlessly. "And, God forgive me, if they make this whole debacle into a storyline, I'll kill them. I don't mind wrestling my friends, I don't necessarily mind getting hurt and my ass handed to me from time to time. But I don't like that they almost tore apart a friendship that predates and will outdate my time in this business like they are playing Gods. It doesn't sit right with me. If he hasn't heard from Steph already, Vince will hear about this."

Both Corey and Carmella nodded at their friend's statement, knowing just how she felt. But it was Graves who was the one to speak. "Couldn't agree more, but let's get your arm better first."

"Right." Leah said. "Dumbass actions can wait. Your well-being is more important."

YNN nodded and adjusted the bag that weighed down her right side and Corey was quick to take it from her. "Yeah, I guess you're right. I'm ready to get out of here anyway."

"Okay. Let's get you out of here then." He said and led both the ladies out to the rental car.

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vamp-doll-diva · 2 years

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His Princess - a Wrestling/WWE fanfiction

Title: His Princess Author: vamp_doll/vamp_doll_diva Characters/Pairings: Finn Balor/OC, Alexa Bliss, Becky Lynch, Seth Rollins, Liv Morgan, Bianca Belair, Carmella, Rhea Ripley, Damian Priest future various WWE superstars

Rating: M Category: Romance

For weeks Cheyenne has gotten roses from a mysterious admirer. He finally leaves a note and tells him to meet her after the show. When Cheyenne sees its one of her best friends Finn Balor, she can't believe it. She's had feelings for him for years but didn't want to ruin their friendship. They get together and begin a whirlwind romance. They've been in love with each other forever.

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lonewolfy45 · 4 months

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Torn To Pieces

Note : *I have never done a sad fanfiction like this, so this might not be as good, but oh well!*

Summary : The reader is in love with her best friend Baron Corbin, but what happens when she catches Baron kissing someone else

Inspired by Torn To Pieces by Pop Evil

Warning (s) : Romance and some cussing

Your name (Y/N)

Word count : 568

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1 2 3 The bell rang. I got up and grabbed my new championship belt from the refree and hopped out of the ring, and began walking up the ramp to the gorilla. As soon as I made it through the curtain, I was greeted with congratulations and cheers. My best friends, Becky Lynch and Liv Morgan, gave me a big hug and congratulated me as well. After a while of being in the gorilla and celebrating my victory, I decided to head back to my locker room, so I grabbed my championship belt and took off that way.

I walked along the side of the wall, looking down. After a few minutes of walking I heard a noise so I looked up. And when I looked up, I saw something I never wanted to see. It was my best friend Baron Corbin kissing Alexa Bliss. I stood there for a few minutes, feeling tears fill my eyes. I quickly took off running towards my locker room, not looking back. After a few minutes of running, I finally stopped in front of my locker room door, and I quickly went inside. Once I got inside, I threw my championship belt down on the couch while I leaned my head against the door and started crying as if my heart was torn to pieces.

I smiled against the kiss, causing him to do the same. Soon enough, the romantic moment between me and Baron had ended when Baron's best friend Corey Graves caught us flirting. "Oooh love birds," Corey laughed. "Oh shut the hell up, Graves!" Baron responded, causing me to laugh. Corey laughed as well before saying "Well I got to go back out to the arena!" He pulled me and Baron into a group hug after a few seconds he let go of both of us, and Corey walked off. Me and Baron watched as he walked down the hall and around the corner. "Want to come over to my place tonight?" Baron asked. "Of course," I replied smiling, and with that, he leaned in for another kiss.

"Why would he do such a thing?" I asked myself through the cries. Suddenly, I heard a knock on the door. "Y/N, are you in there?" I recognized that voice it was Barons."Yeah!" I replied, stepping back and opening the door. I wiped my eyes so it would look like I wasn't crying. "Y/N, why are you crying?" Baron asked, looking at me very concerned. "It's nothing," I responded quickly before taking a step back away from him. "What's wrong, Y/N? I'm serious. I'm not asking you again." He exclaimed, causing me to sigh "I fucking love you Baron I know it's weird since we're best friends but anyways when I saw you kissing Alexa it broke my heart."

Baron's eyes were wide and instead of answering me back he stepped towards me and pressed his lips against mine in the most passionate kiss. After a few minutes of kissing, He pulled away from the kiss. My eyes fluttered open. "Wha-what was that for?" I stuttered. Looking at him in the eyes. "I love you Y/N I always have!" He said, leaning down and kissing me once more.

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wweassets · 1 year

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Just saw a fanfiction about Braun Strowman, Corey Graves and Byron Saxton. This was my reaction to seeing that:

THATS SUCH A RANDOM TRIO WHAT 😭

what’s the link tho?

#issacloveswwe #ask

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genogenocrazycatman · 3 years

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Unlucky - Corey Graves x OC

Unlucky [Archive of Our Own, FanFiction.Net]

Progress: 1/1

Characters: Original Female Character, Corey Graves

I didn’t want to be marked. I thought the whole concept was stupid. When you get near your other half, you suddenly get a mark that represents them at that time. You first get near your soulmate when you’re five and he’s still playing with bricks, you got a brick on your arm.

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“I just want it to look more feminine, you know?”

I nodded at the woman looking at the calendar, trying to find a place, where I could fit her in.

“Well, it’s not gonna be easy. You got one gnarly set of horns there, but it’s not anything that I can’t work with,” I said reaching for a pencil, when I found a couple of hours available on a Tuesday. “I do a lot of tattoos like this.”

“What about you?” she asked.

“The only marks on my body got there the hard way.”

“Oh. I’m sure you’ll get yours one day.” Her words were meant to be reassuring, but I took them as an insult.

I didn’t want to be marked. I thought the whole concept was stupid. When you get near your other half, you suddenly get a mark that represents them at that time. You first get near your soul mate, when you’re five and he’s still playing with bricks, you gotta brick on your arm. Meet your future wife, when she’s in the middle of her emo phase, you got fucking Gerard Way on your thigh.

It caused more harm than good in my opinion. Some people never found their other half and wasted their entire life looking for that person. Sometimes they passed each other in the street, never to see each other again. Just because you were supposed to be perfectly matched didn’t mean the timing was always right. It didn’t mean that was the only person that you would ever fall in love with. Hell it didn’t even guarantee that the pair would like each other.

But for some it did, and those people got their happily ever afters. Good for them. I wasn’t anti-happiness. I was just anti-mark. Well save for when I was working. Being that the mark was representative of the other person, it didn’t always fit the person it was on. Like now. The woman in front of me was a classic southern belle, with a massive set of horns taking up the entirety of her upper back. Her husband was apparently a rancher. So she came to me. The marked skin took ink, so I was able to tattoo over and around them. It was like a cover up, but only partially.

“Maybe,” I said, scribbling her name in and taking the deposit. I handed her the time card and she was off.

I settled down in the chair of the reception desk and went back to reading my magazine. I was there solely to work reception that day, so I had done absolutely nothing.

My boss Rich was there, tattooing a friend of his. It was the nth session on a massive back piece that he’d started a while back.

“When do you think you’re going to meet your mark maker?” he asked, knowing that it was going to wind me up.

I took the bait anyways. “Ain’t got no room for a mark,” I said.

I had filled up most of my body with tattoos, and was running out of space. If I ever did get a mark, I was probably gonna be pissed. That was valuable real estate any more.

The bell above the door chimed. I looked up expecting another person with a cringe worthy mark. Instead, my eyes fell upon Corey Graves, former professional wrestler, current NXT commentator, regular client at the shop and a friend of mine (with a benefit or two).

“Look, Trouble’s here,” Rich said.

“Trouble’s at the desk,” Corey said.

I let the jab go. I was trouble. I was also very well aware of that fact. “S’up, Graves?”

He shrugged. “Nothing, hit the gym, since I didn’t go yesterday.”

“Hit the gym, since you weren’t hung over today,” I corrected.

“Fuck you.”

I laughed.

Corey and I hung out a lot. Most of that time was spent at bars.

“I’m not the one that started ordering tequila shots.”

“Yes, you were.”

“I was?”

I did not remember shit, save for Corey scaring some asshole off, who kept giving me shit, making out with Corey outside of the bar and then throwing up. The more I thought about it, the more tequila made sense.

“Yes.”

“Well it didn’t hit me as hard the next day as it did you.”

Corey rolled his eyes.

A thought popped into my head. “You’re a piercer right?”

He nodded.

“If I order the shit will you pierce my lip?” I asked.

“If it’s cool with Rich,” he answered.

I spun in my chair to look at Rich.

“Sure. I don’t give a shit.”

I did a little victory jig.

“Start of list in your head, go pick me up some food, and, when you get back, I’ll write it down.”

“You’re obnoxious.”

I grinned.

“Bacon cheese burger?” he asked.

“Yes, please.”

“Rich you want something?”

“Same.”

“I’ll be back,” he said, leaving the shop.

Three Weeks Later

“Are you nervous?” Corey asked, as he got everything ready.

“No.”

“Are you sure about that?” he asked, opening and closing the clamp.

I rolled my eyes. “You’d never hurt me.”

“You think this isn’t going to hurt?”

“Alright, you’d never hurt me more than necessary. Better?”

“Better,” he said, chuckling.

“You’re such a dick.”

“I try.”

We gone through all of the prep stuff, and now it was time to actually jam a needle in my lip.

“Alright open up,” Corey said, putting on some weird evil dentist persona.

“Calm down Isaac Yankem.”

Corey pulled my lip down to clamp it and paused, pulling a confused face.

“Something wrong?” I asked. It was a bit awkward considering that he still had a hold of my lip.

“How long have you had this?” he asked, letting go.

“Had what?”

He pulled my lip down again and held the mirror up so that I could see.

On the center of my bottom lip was a bold black 13 with Unlucky written over it in script.

“What the fuck?” I leaned forward to get a better look at it. “What the actual fuck? Where the hell did that-“

“You didn’t get that?” he asked.

“No,” I answered.

I didn’t have any attachment to the number thirteen, and there was no one that I knew that could put something like that in there. I didn’t think anyone could. Very few people could do something like that at all, let alone so legibly.

Corey fell silent for a moment. “Do you think it’s your mark?” he asked.

“No!” I cried indignantly. ”No. No. No. The only marks on this body are there, because I put them.” I was getting more and more upset as the situation set in.

“Calm down,” he said.

“How the fuck am I supposed to calm down? Do you get with this means?” I asked. “Things are gonna change.”

“I thought you didn’t believe in that.”

“Just because I don’t doesn’t mean that other people won’t. What-“

He cut me off. “That’s not true. You didn’t know it was there. You could’ve had it for years, and been none the wiser. Has anything changed in that time?”

He knew something.

“Corey, do you know how long this has been here?” I asked.

He sighed. “I have an idea.”

“An idea?”

He dipped his head, so that I could see the space behind his ear, a red calla lily that was so dark that it was almost black my favorite flower.

“I don’t know when it got there. I never noticed it, until Hunter asked me about it a few months ago. If I had to guess, I probably got it the first time I walked into this shop.”

“Wait you-“

I was panicking before. It increased tenfold the second I realized what Corey was implying.

Corey sighed, setting down the clamp and taking off his gloves. He placed his hands on my shoulders. “Look at me. Look at me.”

I did as he said. “You need to calm down. You’re making a big deal out of nothing.”

“But-“

“Listen to me. Since when the hell have you ever cared about your mark?”

I was silent. I had never cared, not even when I was young.

“Answer me.”

“Never.”

“Then why start now? This friendship and whatever the else has come along with it had nothing to do with our marks. We didn’t know we were marked. Whatever else happens, even if nothing else happens isn’t going to be because of a flower or a number. It’s gonna be because we’re us.”

I did feel a lot better, but there was still part of my brain screaming about how everything was going to be fucked.

“Earlier, you said that I’d never hurt you?”

“Yeah.”

“You trust me?”

“Without a doubt.”

“Then trust me. Everything will work out fine.”

I felt that last bit of apprehension ease out of my system. I was still confused. For sure. It was going to take a while to process everything and to come to terms to it, but at least for now, I was fine.

“It’ll work out,” I repeated.

He let out a relieved sigh and gave me a small smile. “Good. Now, do you still want to pierce your lip?”

I nodded.

“Then let’s get it done.”

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imaginexwwe · 6 years

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Take A Chance On Me (Corey Graves)

(ANON) Stella just got out of a really bad relationship and now the man that’s always been on the outside looking in, is determined to prove not all men are jerks, and he can treat her better (ANGST/FLUFF)

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Warnings: NONE

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“Stella, please.” Corey said in a pleading tone as she just shrugged him off, and continued making her way to her car. “Take a chance on me.”

Corey wasn’t one to beg, but now that the woman he’s been longing for, wanting in his life, was finally single, he didn’t want to waste time.

Because who knows, the more time he waste, could possibly be time given to another man.

Only problem was that she was broken.

“Corey, I can’t.” Stella replied her tears coming into play. “I’ve taken chances and they only left me in tears. I’m done. I won’t…” She paused for a second. “…no I can’t do it again.”

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Almost two months had passed and Corey decided to just let it go, as much as it killed him doing so, and as much as he told him self he wouldn’t give up, he had.

That last time he’d brought it up to Stella, and the way she had cried was the deciding factor.

He just didn’t want to relieve that moment of rejection, and he didn’t want to bring up old feelings or bad memories in her.

The friendship they had was what mattered now.

“Aw, I remember this day.” Stella said with a huge smile crossing her face.

Right now, her and Corey were just being random and going through some old pictures, after Stella had stumbled across and old photo album.

“Wha–” Corey stopped before finishing the word as he glanced over at the picture. “Oh, yeah. Our senior prom.” He added with a smile of his own. “That was a good night.”

And it was a good night, Corey thought in his mind.

Bits and pieces began clouding his mind making him drift off from reality.

Him being nervous as he made his way up to Stella’s parents doorway. The corsage trembling in his hand as he held on to it tightly.

Stella’s dad opening the door allowing him to enter.

Her mom calling for Stella to come down stairs, which not even a full minute after, Stella walked out from the room she was in, her beauty taking his breath away.

That moment was just a tease of some sort of what was yet to come.

“You made that night one of the best of my life, Corey.” Stella whispered pulling him from his thoughts.

Corey looked over to see her still holding on to the picture. “You made it one of the best of mines too.” He said agreeing.

An almost barely heard sigh came from Stella as she finally put the picture down.

“You know, I’ve always dreamed of another night like that, but I couldn’t never find the guy to make it a reality…”

Corey nodded, taking in what she’d just said.

“Maybe you were just–”

“Searching for someone that was here all along..?” Stella asked turning in her spot on the sofa, to get a better view of Corey.

Again, Corey gave a slight nod, unsure of what he’d wanted to say.

He could have said something, anything but what if it wasn’t what she wanted to hear?

What if when it came out, it was him basically confessing his love, with the risk of her shutting him down again?

It’s probaly best if I listen and let her do the talking, Corey concluded for himself.

“I think I’m ready to take that chance…” Stella said softly biting on her lips as she inched closer to his face.

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champhangman · 7 years

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Monumental Gravity - Part 1

Characters: Corey Graves x OFC

(shitty)Summary: I'd pick your thunder – I'd pick your rain – over anyone's sunshine any day.

Word Count:

Notes: There is an extreme lack of Corey fics. What's up with that? Anyway, here's my attempt to fill the void. Special thanks to @athoughtfulmindwrites for helping me with things and for assuring me that it's totally fine to abandon my other fics to work on something new.

More Notes: Those who read my other ongoing fic, Reckless, fear not! I’m not abandoning it! That fic will be updated later this week.

Propping his feet on the corner of the announce table, Corey Graves was just unlocking his phone when it vibrated with a notification. He smiled upon seeing what it was, and was opening the app to read it fully and reply when his feet were shoved off the edge of the table. Catching himself, he sent a glare to the man who'd done it. "I hate that shit."

"Didn't your mom teach you any manners?" Baron Corbin scoffed, pulling one of the other chairs over to sit in.

"Says the man that thinks it's totally fine to piss in a sink," Corey muttered. Lifting his feet onto the table again, he turned his gaze back to his phone. He paid no attention to his friend's defensive mutterings, intent on making sure he read the message fully. Nodding to himself, he began to reply.

"Who are you looking forward to seeing later?" Baron asked, having leaned to see Corey's screen.

"Jesus, personal space, man," he groaned, pushing the man away.

"You're setting up dates through Twitter? Are you that fucking desperate?"

Corey groaned again and sent the message before looking to Baron. "First of all, it's not a date. And I'm not desperate."

"What is it then?"

"She tweeted me a few weeks ago that her son enjoyed my commentary and he tries to emulate me when he plays with his action figures." Corey smoothed the front of his shirt.

"Emulate?" Baron snorted and shook his head. Then, smiling, he nodded. "The kid could do much worse than you."

"I told her he could probably find someone a lot better, but yeah. And we interacted a little more, then I saw she lives near here and knew we'd be here for Smackdown—"

"So you, being the big softie you are, arranged for them to come to the show?"

"No, she already had tickets." Corey kept his gaze averted from Baron, because he'd been prepared to comp her and her son some tickets. "But the kid likes me—"

"Poor deranged little guy," Baron murmured sadly.

"Fuck you too. Anyway, I'm meeting them for a little bit before the show."

"Cool. Am I allowed to ask questions?"

Like the man had ever asked permission. In all the years they had been friends, nothing ever stopped Baron from asking questions. It was one of the things Corey valued about their friendship. There were, literally, no secrets. "Go ahead."

"How do you know it's really a woman?"

Corey rolled his eyes. "I'm not that stupid."

"But how do you? It's Twitter. It could be some five-hundred-pound dude with a plan to kidnap you." Baron leaned back in his chair and stretched his arms above his head.

"Why would a dude – don't fucking answer that," he muttered when he saw Baron's smirk.

"Have you seen a picture of her?"

"No," he answered after a moment. And he'd looked. Her profile picture on Twitter was a child's drawing of the sun. He'd followed a link to her Instagram, only to find it was set to private. The only photos she had posted on Twitter were random, sweet, funny, or weird things she wanted to share, the most recent being a plate of brownies she'd baked. It was a good thing, he supposed, that she was so private. But damned if it hadn't frustrated him when he'd gone looking. "She hasn't posted pictures of herself."

"Then it's definitely a dude," Baron decided. "How are you supposed to know it's her?"

"She just messaged me saying what her and her son are wearing.

"So you're just gonna go outside to meet this strange woman? That's luring you out with her kid?" Baron frowned. "When they find your mutilated corpse can I have your dog?"

"Would you fucking stop?" Corey scowled while checking the time. "And no, you can't have Bull."

"Come on, this is fun. I can already see the internet posts and news story about you missing without a trace." Baron was grinning now. "It'll be a sad, sad story with a wonderful lesson: Don't meet strangers from the internet."

"Why don't you come with me if you're so worried about my safety?"

"What, so I can get kidnapped too? Hell no." Despite that answer, his friend was nodding. "But if it'll make you feel better, I'll keep an eye on you from the door."

"My hero," Corey snorted.

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Small feet encased in vivid pink Skechers hopped from one brick to the next. When they reached the end of the walkway, and a pair of brown cowboy boots, they danced briefly then began hopping in the other direction, until they met a pair of red Converse. After a moment of hesitation they moved to one side and continued their hopping, stopping only when they arrived at a pair of black leather boots.

"How many hops?" asked the owner of the boots.

"Um." The owner of the pink Skechers hesitated. "Eleventy four hundred!"

"Eleventy four hundred, huh? Are you sure?"

"Uh-huh." The pink Skechers turned and once again began to hop from brick to brick.

"Mom, there's no such number as eleventy."

"She's two, Clark. I think I can give her just a little leeway with numbers." Bette Spencer watched her daughter hop along the brick walkway. As she expected, Julia went directly for her grandfather, who was seated on the bench. Once she had climbed up to sit next to him, Bette relaxed and turned her attention to her son. "Besides, it wasn't that long ago that you told everyone the sun was made of mustard."

Clark's eyes widened with embarrassment. "Mom! I was six."

"Oh, right, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me for reminding you of your misguided youth." Rolling her eyes playfully, Bette lifted her to-go cup of coffee for a sip.

"What time is it?"

She decided against sighing and pointing out that Clark had a watch, a cell phone, and had asked the time only two minutes before. Nudging the sleeve of her sweater up so she could see her watch, she blinked with surprise. Five minutes had passed since Clark had last asked the time. "Four ten," she answered, giving her son a smile. "Are you nervous?"

"A little," he admitted. Then, after making sure that Julia was still with their grandfather, he nodded. "What if he's a jerk?"

"I don't think a man that's offered to take time out of his busy schedule to meet you for a little bit could be a jerk," she promised, even though she had her own worries. What if he didn't show? What if he was standing backstage laughing with coworkers about gullible women? Perhaps she shouldn't have told Clark about the planned meeting. It would have been better to surprise him, if Corey Graves did show up. She could have kept quiet about Corey offering to meet him before Smackdown. It was already a pretty big deal in her son's world, getting out of school early to make the two hour drive to see a wrestling show. She would have come early even if Corey hadn't messaged her about meeting up, because she hated rush hour traffic in the city and had learned on their earlier trips that it was much nicer to arrive a few hours early. Better to have time for a bite to eat and a little bit of touristy action to blow off some of the steam of excitement. Especially with a two year old in tow…

Maybe bringing Julia had been a mistake. She was still a baby, for crying out loud. It would probably be too loud for her little ears. Or there would be some drunken jerk right behind them that would scream obscenities and scare her. Or she would fall asleep halfway during the show, as she was apt to do at home. Or…

Or maybe she was just worrying too much.

"He said four thirty, right?" Clark didn't look bothered by the fact he'd broken into her thoughts. Of course he probably didn't know. His hand reached up to smooth his hair, then fell to his lap.

Her sweet, worrying little boy. Like mother, like son, she supposed. She would have kissed him if she hadn't thought he would cringe at the public display of affection. Instead, she took another sip of her coffee before answering. "He did. We'll head around in a couple of minutes, okay?"

"Wouldn't it be great if he got us inside and we could see the announce table and the ring and maybe meet some of the wrestlers?" Clark blurted. "I mean, what if I could meet Kevin Owens?"

Knowing her son, he'd probably soil himself. Bette knew better than to say that, though. Smiling, she said nothing to discourage his imagination. An imagination was good, especially when so many people wanted him to face the cold, hard reality of life at his young age. So even though she was pretty sure he would only meet with his favorite commentator for probably only ten or fifteen minutes, she said, "You never know."

"Mama! Mama!" Julia's voice filled the early autumn air. Bette heard her voice and approaching footsteps before she focused on the blue-and-green blur that was her daughter. She lurched to a stop, wobbling long enough to make her mother worry she would fall, then surged forward to the bench Bette and Clark shared. "Papa's hat!"

"What have I told you about stealing your Papa's hat? Do you want his bald spot to burn?" Bette sighed, nudging the brim of the Boston Bruins cap back so she could see her daughter's face. Then she groaned. "Julia Rose Spencer! You haven't had a thing to eat in the past hour, how did your face get so dirty?"

"I'unno," Julia answered, shrugging her shoulders elaborately. When her mother reached into her purse and pulled out a packet of wipes, the girl's green eyes widened. "No, mama!"

"Yes, mama," Bette corrected, opening the packet and getting a wipe. "You can't go around in public with a dirty face. I don't mind if you go around in clothes that don't match, or when you insist on having your hair in three ponytails with ribbons in them, or even when you want to wear winter boots in the middle of July. But I'll be darned if I'm letting my child skip around with a face so nasty I could grow pumpkins on it."

She worked to clear the small face while she spoke, ignoring the sighs of complaint and squirms to get away. Julia wrinkled her nose in disgust when Bette brought the wipe to her chin.

"There," Bette announced, tossing the used wipe into the trashcan next to the bench. "Now take Papa his hat, and let's get moving."

Next to her, Clark hopped to his feet. "It's time to go around back already?"

"It will be by the time Her Royal Slowness gets to your Papa." Bette stood and finished the rest of her coffee before throwing it away. Smoothing the front of her sweater, she waited until Julia was further along the walkway before heading after her. The late afternoon sun was warm, making her sweater too warm to have on, but she knew that by the time the show ended and they left the arena it would be chilly. Julia had discarded her jacket; it was stuffed into Bette's purse. Clark was still wearing his Seth Rollins hoodie, which had come in the mail the day before, and Bette had a feeling it would take an act of Congress to get him to take it off.

When she reached the bench her father was on, he was adjusting his cap. He stood, one hand instantly reaching to grab Julia before she could skip off. He transferred her to Bette, then nodded in the direction of the sports bar they'd passed on the way in. "I'll be over there if you need me."

"I'm sure we'll be fine." Grateful he hadn't asked a million questions, she pressed a kiss to his cheek. "I'll text you when we're done."

"Wait a minute, I don't think my phone's on…"

***

She was late. Corey glanced to the handful of fans standing at the barricade. No sign of a woman wearing a green sweater, or a little boy wearing a Kevin Owens shirt and a Seth Rollins hoodie. He decided to give her a few more minutes, allowing for traffic and knowing that kids always had to use the restroom at the most inconvenient time.

"How long are you gonna wait?" Baron asked.

"A few minutes." He reached for his phone to check if she'd sent another message. "She could have gotten—"

"What's she supposed to be wearing?"

"A green sweater and black pants I think she said. The kid's wearing an Owens shirt and a Rollins hoodie." Head lowered to look at his phone, he grunted when Baron's elbow jammed into his arm. "What the—"

"What color is her hair?"

"I have no idea, why?"

"Because I think I see them. But she's got two kids."

Corey jerked his head up. His gaze landed on the figure of a woman standing a bit away from the other fans. A small child was on her hip and, next to her, a little boy. He squinted, saw that they matched the description she'd given him, and motioned to the nearby security guard. "That's them. Her last name is Spencer."

"You're bringing them inside?" Baron's voice was incredulous.

"I'm not dragging them into the locker room," he snorted, watching as the guard crossed to the barricade. "I just figured the kid would like to get a quick tour."

"Did you—"

"I cleared it with Hunter," Corey promised. "They can't be backstage for longer than it takes to get out to the ring, and he said to keep it under an hour."

"You're really sticking your neck out for a chick you met on the internet," his friend murmured. "Did she promise you a repayment?"

"Don't be vulgar."

"You're the king of vulgar, though."

"Well, yeah," Corey admitted begrudgingly. "I'm just being nice for a kid. What's the crime in that?"

"Nothing," Baron promised. "Nothing at all. It's just the mom's hot."

Corey rolled his eyes, turning to see the guard was coming back. Ms. Spencer was with him, and as they approached he saw the child on her hip was a girl. The boy – Clark, wasn't it? – was starting to smile, and when his eyes moved to Baron his lips parted in shock.

She was attractive, he conceded. Not of the drop-dead-gorgeous variety, but he knew she would get more than a few second looks in public. There was confidence in her step, and her lips were upturned in a soft smile. Her hair was dark, waves bouncing against her shoulders with each step. And when she turned slightly to reach for her son's hand, he suddenly understood what dangerous curves were.

"Told you," Baron muttered, pushing away from the wall and pasting a smile on his face.

There was the blur of introductions. The little girl was Julia, the boy was Clark. There was disbelief from Clark when Corey invited them in to see the arena and the commentary table. There was the curious, almost pensive expression on Julia's cherubic face that remained even as he escorted them through the backstage area.

"Oh my god," Clark breathed when they bypassed Gorilla and went through the side curtain.

He couldn't have timed it better if he'd tried. The techs were going through a light sequence, filling the arena with blue and white spotlights. The huge LCD screens and panels swirled with color. Corey rubbed his hands together, then guided the boy to the edge of the stage. "You gotta walk down the ramp, you know."

"I do?"

"Of course. Even commentators walk down the ramp." Corey lifted him onto the stage, then looked to the little girl. "Would you like to walk the ramp, too?"

Julia's lips puckered in thought. She looked from him to her brother to the stage and then back again. Finally, with a nod, she reached for him.

"Don't run," their mother warned once Julia was standing next to her brother.

"Aw, man," Clark sighed. He turned to see the LCD panels, then circled back to face the ring. Just as he took a step forward to get to the ramp, the panels came to life with vivid red, and Kevin Owens' music began to play. Immediately the boy's face lit up.

"Owens is his favorite," the woman at Corey's side explained.

"Then he's about to have the best moment of his day," Corey told her, leaning in so she could hear him above the music. She turned her head so he could see the confusion on her face. He caught the aroma of her shampoo. And realized how green her eyes were. "Kevin's coming out," he said, motioning to the stage.

They both turned to look just as Kevin stepped out onto the stage. At the sight of Julia and Clark he stopped, and Corey motioned to him and gave him a quick thumbs up. The man nodded, moving forward to stand behind the kids, then leaned to speak in Clark's ear. Corey didn't catch what he said, but judging by the grin on the boy's face it was something great.

Julia didn't seem half as interested, already skipping down the ramp. Kevin walked with Clark, whose mouth was moving rapidly. Corey reached for Ms. Spencer's arm to guide her around the lights set up along the edge of the ramp. The music blessedly ended once they all reached the ring, and he was able to introduce the three to Kevin.

Tom and Byron were at the announce table, going over notes for the upcoming show. When Corey walked over with Clark, both men glanced up and looked to him curiously. He made more introductions, explained that Clark would be the hottest commentator in the company in about twenty years, then motioned for the boy to take his chair while they showed them how they did their job. Opening his mouth to answer Clark's question about watching the monitor instead of the action in the ring, he lifted an eyebrow when Tom began to speak.

"We need to call the action that's shown on TV, so—"

Clark turned to look at Corey. "Can I say it? Please?"

Corey began to grin. "Go for it."

"Shut up, Tom!"

Kevin joined in the laughter. The next thing Corey knew, Clark was being taken to the ring for an up-close tour. Tom and Byron wandered off with promises of seeing him in a little while. Corey looked to Ms. Spencer and turned Tom's seat toward her.

"Is it always this hectic before a show?" she asked, taking the seat and tugging Julia away from a coil of cable.

"Sometimes it's worse. The calm hits a few minutes before the doors open." Corey turned his seat to face her, surprised when Julia leaned against his leg and stared up at him. "What do you need, sweetheart?"

"Tat," she announced, pointing to his neck.

He reached up to touch the front of his throat. "This one?"

She nodded excitedly. "C'I see?"

"Sure." Further surprised when she crawled into his lap, he grunted as her knee banged dangerously close to his crotch, reaching to steady her with one arm. He tilted his head back so she could get a good look at the tattoo. "You like tattoos, huh?"

"She's obsessed with them," her mother explained with a rueful smile.

"I can tell. Not a problem," Corey said, chuckling as Julia traced the skull on his throat. Letting his head move back to its usual position when she turned her attention to the ink covering his forearm, he smiled at her mother so she would know it really wasn't a problem. "I prefer kids who want to look at them instead of screaming over how hideous they are, Ms. Spencer."

"It's Bette. And she's been examining tattoos since before she could walk. Neither she or her brother have ever been scared of them. Probably because I have so many."

He looked from the girl in his lap to the woman next to him. Demure, level-headed, brownie-baking Bette had ink? His gaze quickly roved over her figure. No tattoos were visible with the leggings and loose sweater she wore. Of course, neither was much skin. "You do?" he asked, turning his arm so Julia could see the rest of the tattoo she was tracing. "Where?"

"All over," she answered. "Half-sleeve on my right arm, big piece on my left hip and thigh, both ankles, shoulders, left forearm… And of course the totally tacky college girl tramp stamp."

He lifted an eyebrow. "What are they of?"

"Good grief, it'll be easier to show you than to explain them all," Bette laughed.

Corey briefly wondered if she was going to start stripping, and was almost – almost – disappointed when she plucked her phone out of her purse. She leaned close and he glimpsed a photo of her kids as the wallpaper before she brought up her pictures.

"This is my hip piece," she said, angling the phone so he could see better. "It was right after it was finished, so ignore the redness and the sheet. I got irises because they're my favorite flower."

He pressed his lips together while looking at the picture. Vivid purple and white irises were arranged in a collage on her hip, extending to almost mid-thigh and up to her lowermost rib. The background was soft and perfectly shaded. He let his gaze settle on curve of her backside, which was visible despite the sheet, and suddenly felt uncomfortably warm. "That's great," he enthused. "Who did it?"

"Nick at Werther's. He's done all my tats." She swiped to the next photo. "My half-sleeve after the last bit was added."

It was a mishmash of small tattoos. Though they were all different, they meshed well. A Christmas tree, a brilliant gold star, a red and black dragon wearing a diamond tiara, a fleur-de-lis. Tiny butterflies and blood-red roses were interspersed between all of them. "What's behind it?"

She exhaled softly and told him, pointing to each individual piece. Christmas was her all-time favorite holiday, although Halloween was a very close second. The star was for Clark, who she always called her shining star. The dragon was for Julia, her little dragon princess. The fleur-de-lis was a nod to her French roots. "There are twenty-two butterflies, which is how old I was when Clarke was born. And twenty-nine roses, for how old I was when Julia was born. They were the last ones added to it, and we split them up over three visits."

He nodded, impressed. Opening his mouth to praise the work, he instead closed it as she swiped the screen to bring up the next picture. "Your shoulder?" he guessed, glancing at her before turning his attention to the picture. "That's insanely good."

A skull, thorny vines crisscrossing and growing into its mouth, stared back at him with blooming red roses. Bette zoomed in so he could see the detail, and he saw the smile on her face. "It's probably my favorite," she murmured. "It was my first one."

"Not the tramp stamp?" he teased.

She groaned. "That doesn't count because I was… Okay I wasn't drunk but I was on my way to being drunk."

"I gotta see it, you know."

"Let's save the worst for last," she insisted, swiping to the next photo. "Left shoulder. For my mom."

He nodded, admiring the detail of the wings spreading out from a heart. Across the heart was a banner, the name Joan filling it in a looping script. Next was an infinity symbol with her son's name and birthdate on the inside of her right ankle, then a matching one for her daughter on the left ankle. Then a dreamcatcher on her left forearm.

"And that's it," she said, beginning to shift away.

"Oh-ho, nice try," he laughed. He slipped her phone from her grasp. Ignoring her shocked noise, he swiped to the next photo. And immediately pressed the phone to his chest to shield it from Julia's eyes. Not that the girl seemed to care. She'd slipped out of his lap and was digging through her mother's purse.

"I told you it was terrible," Bette muttered, reaching for the phone. He waved her hand away though.

"You could have warned me the picture showed your—" he cut off, glancing at the little girl, and cleared his throat. "Your rear end."

"Don't be such a prude. There's barely any butt cleavage," she defended.

"Still," he grunted, tilting the phone away from his chest and looking down at the screen. The purple butterfly was dead center on the small of her back. Shaded swirls of turquoise and lavender extended beyond the wings, the tips of the swirls nearly reaching her hip dimples.

Hip dimples. He bit the inside of his bottom lip, not liking how easy it was to imagine his thumbs on those dents while he—

"Gum!" Julia squealed. She straightened, holding a pack of mint gum victoriously. "Please?"

"Ask Mr. Graves if he'd like some," Bette said.

"Mis'er G'aves?"

Corey dragged his attention from the photo on the screen and the inadvertent imaginings it had produced to find the girl extending the pack of gum into his direction. "What is it, sweetheart?"

"Gum."

"Gum would be perfect right about now." He took one last glance at the butterfly tattoo and handed the phone back to Bette, smiling as Julia carefully extracted a stick of gum and placed it in his palm. "Thanks so much. It's just what I needed. Can't go around with stinky breath, can I?"

She giggled, popping a piece of gum into her mouth. "Nope!"

"Geez, Julia, you're supposed to say his breath doesn't stink," Bette groaned.

Julia's brow furrowed, and she leaned close to Corey. Breathing in deeply, she shrugged. "I'unno."

"It's fine," Corey promised Bette when she groaned again. "I've been known to have some rough breath before."

"But it doesn't smell—" she cut off and glanced to the ring, where Clark was standing on the middle turnbuckle. Lifting her phone, she began to take photos. "Thanks so much for doing this. When you suggested we meet before the show, I didn't know you would go to so much trouble."

"It's no trouble at all," he assured her, smoothing the gum wrapper between his fingers. "He seems like a great kid. Julia too," he added when the girl shot him a look. "I just don't understand how a boy can be more interested in commentary than the actual wrestling."

"He's not very physical. If I'm honest, he's a little bit of a klutz. Plus he had a few speech problems when he was first starting to talk. Delayed speech mainly, but also some phonetic difficulties. Playing with his action figures helped, and he began to repeat what the commentators said. That helped him even more. Then he discovered NXT a few years ago, and you. And well, that was that. You became his favorite. When I told him you'd be doing commentary on both Raw and Smackdown I thought his head was going to burst."

Touched, Corey pressed his lips together to keep a silly grin from forming. Watching as Kevin helped Clark down, he felt his breath catch in his throat when the boy slid from the ring and jogged straight towards him. He was startled at the feel of a pair of small arms wrap around him in a tight hug.

"Thank you so much, Corey," Clark said.

The words pulled directly on Corey's heartstrings. Returning the embrace, he cleared his throat. "Anytime, Clark. Anytime."

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it-is-reigning-men · 7 years

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So Warm [Corey Graves]

#86 "Why are you walking around naked?"

From prompt list for @wrestlingnoob !

"Babe..."

"Yeah?"

You brought your lip in between your teeth, leaning in the doorway of your bedroom. Your husband was coming around the corner of the kitchen island, blowing over a fresh cup of coffee.

The smell of the coffee was what had brought you out of the room, but the sight served up with it was what kept you around.

"...Why are you walking around naked? Not that.. the view's half bad." You flicked your eyes to the side, if only for the sake of feigned modesty.

"Why does there have to be a reason if nobody's complaining..?" He purred, sipping his dark roast and casually going around the couch toward you. Your modesty was out the window when he was cocky like that (pun fully intended) — and he was always like that.

"If that was it then you'd be naked 24/7." Running your eyes down his well-toned and inked body, you couldn't help licking your lips just as he came to stand right in front of you.

"Okay," Corey ticked his gaze back and forth, considering his words. Then his green was reflecting your own eyes. "Maybe I was just reminding you that, while the Universe gets to be graced with my amazing fashion combinations, only you get to see me in my best suit." He had one of those voices that one never could quite tell when he was serious or joking.

Your fingers trailed deftly along the indent of his chest and you chuckled a bit.

"And it's not even one of our birthdays." Grazing along his lightly tanned skin, your hand made to bring his cup to your lips, while he kept a grip on the handle. After a slow sip, you could feel both the warmth of the perfect brew and the familiar warmth down... well.. below. But only because when you'd brought the cup back down you saw he was beginning to get a bit excited himself.

"Everyday is a gift with you, sugar."

Jesus.

"Wow. Smooth? Or terrible?"

He shrugged, nudging his forehead against your's like a puppy — oh, acting innocent when he was chubbing up — typical. And hot.

"Hmf. Well the Universe also gets to be graced by these pretty tattoos..." Leaning into his shoulder, your lips dragged along the ink of his neck tattoo, tongue lapping over the black letters of 'Revolution.' You felt him sigh against your hair, the coffee cup getting set down on the nearby table without another thought. "They get to see this one but they don't get to touch. So I get what you're reminding me of now." You gave the sweet spot on his neck a hard bite, like you knew he loved.

"It's sexy when you're possessive."

"I know," You rub your thumb against the tattoo right at his navel, smiling smugly as he turns his head to kiss your jaw, working toward your waiting lips which gladly return the kiss. "But I also got a sort of... bad memory."

He tilts his head, raising a thin brow.

"If you don't do something real memorable, I might not be able to keep the whole birthday suit image in my mind. Not my fault." Your eyes were dark while you put your hands up, and he caught on real quick. It was all shuffling back into the bedroom that you'd only just came from after that, the only intelligible words from Corey being something about a 'revolution against clothes—' specifically your clothes, right now.

Ah.

A gift indeed.

It was hard to imagine what you two would come up with whenever it was actually your birthday.

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#1 [Corey Graves]

Requested, #1: “Who decided you were in charge of the TV remote?” (Prompt from here.)

Word Count: 1,206

Author note: Fluffy and kind but stressful topics. Based off some struggles I’ve watched the mothers in my life go through. (This has barely been proofread. Womp.)

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Being a mother was never a dream or life goal you had growing up. You’d never planned to have children, necessarily. It wasn’t that you didn’t want them, but you felt you had a lot more to contribute to the world and accomplish in your life outside of producing more humans.

So when you’d been with Corey for about two years, and you’d found yourself pregnant, you had a bit of a meltdown over it.

Corey, well, he had been exceptionally excited.

“Hell yeah! Kids are so cool. We can raise this awesome person that’s gonna do good shit in the world and not be an asshole.”

His enthusiasm for your pregnancy became infectious over time. So by the time you were in active labor, you were beyond anxious and excited to meet your daughter.

Isabelle had been a learning experience for you, but one you had enjoyed every frustrating, exhausting, worrisome, fun second of.

And when her sister, Claire, joined the family three years later, you found yourself on a team of girls that had Corey wrapped around their fingers.

By the time the girls were both mobile, Corey was working as a commentator in WWE, and thankfully home more often than not. But he was still gone for about half the week, and that seemed to always be something the girls realized.

You felt like the girls hated you because you were home the most and therefore had to be the disciplinarian more often than not. And when Corey was home, it was ‘fun’ and ‘easy’. He was the novelty, and you were the tired old routine.

It seemed worse as they learned more words and were able to give you more articulate attitude. Isabelle had spent an entire half hour the other day shouting at you to leave her alone, even though you were just trying to get her to sit in her chair so she didn’t fall and hurt herself.

Corey assured you that you were doing just fine, that discipline was part of it, and you weren’t being overly harsh or too lax. Your friends also commented regularly on how well-behaved your girls were. Out in public, however, was much different than at home in their comfort zone.

It felt like sometimes you weren’t enough or your girls resented you. Sometimes you felt like you were drowning in childrearing.

There were good moments, fun playtime and adventures out, but they just seemed to be outnumbered and overshadowed lately.

“Girls are down for the count,” Corey’s voice broke you out of your thoughts. You turned your head and watched him as he walked into the living room, falling down on the couch beside where you were curled up. Even though you nodded your head to acknowledge you’d heard him, he didn’t seem to notice as he looked at the TV.

“Who decided you were in charge of the TV remote?”

You knew he meant it jokingly. You knew it was just a harmless poke at the fact you were watching some reality TV show about housewives and he wasn’t a fan. But it rubbed you the wrong way. You were finally getting to have a few moments for yourself, and it wasn’t even peaceful.

Saying nothing, you picked up the remote and held it out to him with a jerk of your arm.

It was a moment before he took the object from you.

“…you OK?”

“Yep. Watch whatever you want,” you stated. Standing up, you barely got a step away before a hand was on your arm, stopping you.

“Sit back down.” His command wasn’t harsh, but it was serious. You plopped back down beside him, your sides just barely touching. “What’s up?”

“Tired,” was your answer.

“And…?”

Sometimes being with your best friend sucked, because Corey could read your moods and answers for what they really were. And you really didn’t want to have a breakdown right now. You just wanted to go on with how things were, and handle it on your own. That’s part of what being a mother was; pushing forward.

“Hey, come on, tell me what’s bugging you. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me.”

“Just, stress,” you answered.

“OK…. With what? The girls?”

“They hate me.”

“They do not hate you,” his response was immediate. You had expected it, and it felt hollow at best. Taking a shaky breath, you leaned your head onto Corey’s shoulder, closing your eyes. It seemed like this conversation was going to be happening.

“How they are with you when you’re here, are not at all like how they are with me when it’s just me.”

“I know, but how they are with me is because of all you do when I’m not here,” Corey highlighted, placing his hand on your leg, moving his thumb lightly on your skin. “You’re running this family, baby. Anything good that happens, that’s because of you.”

“It just doesn’t feel like a lot of good lately. I feel like they’re both just getting more independent, and I get that, it’s growing up, but they just…get mean about it a lot with me. They don’t wanna hear my voice anymore, and they don’t listen to it a lot.”

“They’re little kids. They’re gonna test the limits as much as they can. And it does suck, and I know it’s not easy on you all the time. But it’s gonna be worth it,” he said. “You remember what I said when you were pregnant with Izzy? We’re gonna raise some good people. But making sure they aren’t assholes, it’s gonna take some time.”

“They kind of are assholes right now.”

“Yea, that’s also part of being kids,” Corey conceded with a laugh. “They can be downright little Satans when they wanna be.”

“You have no idea,” you muttered.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Everything you do here,” he answered. “I don’t tell you that enough. I know you’re taking the brunt of the bad shit because I’m not always home. And it’s not fair, but you do it.”

“Motherhood, right?”

“You’ll get through this bad period. WE will get through this bad period,” Corey assured.

You appreciated his words and comfort. You knew he felt guilty for not being home more, and for the disproportionate responsibility you took on his in absence. But you knew what you signed up for being with a man working in professional wrestling. You had little room to complain, even though you were doing just that.

“How about this, tomorrow, you get the fuck out for the day. I’ll deal with the Terror Twins.”

“I don’t even know what I’d do,” you stated.

“Whatever you want, I don’t know. Shopping. Laying in a park doing nothing. Hell, go to Ashley’s and get day drunk,” he listed off ideas, making a smile come to your face.

“I like that last one.”

“Cool. Then I’ll see you for hangover dinner tomorrow,” Corey replied. “Or fuck, just crash at her place if it comes down to it. I can hold this down here.”

“You’re kinda cool,” you stated, turning your head to look up at him. “Kinda might be in love with you.”

“Fuck yeah you are. Kinda in love with you too.”

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ametrinearrows · 7 months

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Apology

The backstage area of a WWE event was a hive of activity as Superstars prepared for their matches. YN YLN had just finished her bout and was now backstage, trying to catch her breath and shake off the adrenaline rush.

As she leaned against a wall, she noticed Corey Graves approaching her with an unreadable expression on his face. They had been friends for a long time, and YN had a feeling that something was on his mind.

Corey ran a hand through his trademark Mohawk and sighed, a hint of frustration in his voice. "You know, YNN, this is not how I planned this to go down."

YN furrowed her brows in confusion. "What do you mean, Corey?"

He took a deep breath and looked her in the eye. "I had this whole speech planned; you know? A heartfelt apology for what I said on commentary during your match last week. But it seems like I can never find the right words when it matters."

YN's expression softened as she realized what Corey was referring to. Last week, during her match, Corey had made some harsh comments on commentary that had struck a nerve. It had hurt her, and she had been waiting for an apology.

Corey continued, his voice filled with sincerity. "I messed up, YNN. I let my personal frustrations get the best of me, and I shouldn't have taken it out on you."

YN nodded, appreciating his honesty. "I appreciate you saying that, Corey. It means a lot."

He sighed again, running a hand through his hair. "I just wanted to make sure you knew that I was sorry, even if I didn't say it perfectly."

YN smiled warmly. "You don't always have to have the perfect words, Corey. The fact that you're willing to admit your mistake and apologize means a lot to me. We all make errors in judgment sometimes."

Corey's shoulders visibly relaxed as he took in her understanding response. "Thanks, YNN. I'm lucky to have a friend like you."

YN grinned. "Likewise, Corey. Friends forgive each other's mistakes, and we move forward."

As they stood there, the tension between them melted away, replaced by a renewed sense of camaraderie. Sometimes, it was the unplanned moments that brought friends closer together, and YN and Corey were no exception.

They shared a nod of understanding, both knowing that their friendship was stronger than any momentary lapse in judgment. With a newfound sense of peace, they turned their attention back to the bustling backstage area, ready to face whatever challenges the WWE had in store for them.

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Thinking of an idea. Going to write another story. It’s going to get very interesting.

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vamp-doll-diva · 2 years

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His Princess - A WWE/Wrestling fanfiction

Rating: M Category: Romance

For weeks Cheyenne has gotten roses from a mysterious admirer. He finally leaves a note and tells him to meet her after the show. When Cheyenne sees its one of her best friends Finn Balor, she can’t believe it. She’s had feelings for him for years but didn’t want to ruin their friendship. They get together and begin a whirlwind romance. They’ve been in love with each other forever.

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Note: Forgot to post the damn fic in the first post. Like, reblog, review if you have a ff.net account. Let me know if you like! Love u guys!

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Can anyone send me some WWE angsty fanfics? I don't know I'm in the mood to cry 🤷🏻

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scuzmunkie · 6 years

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Run, Little Rabbit, Run: Chapter 3

A/N: My sweet, precious, darling little pumpkins!! I’m so sorry for the late update! Things have been really crazy, we had some really scary weather but luckily the hurricane turned into a tropical storm! Anywho, thank you so much for all the love and support from you guys!! I love each and everyone of you!! As always, lmk if there are any mistakes and if you’d like to be added to the tag list!! And now I give you chapter 3! Smooches!

Baron Corbin x OFC

Word Count: 1,500+

Warnings: Language, some steamy elements, intimidation.

Summary: Run, Addie, the Constable is coming for you.....

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“Girl, are you ok?” Alexa asked Addie, who was aimlessly poking her food with her fork.

“Hmm? Oh, yeah. I’m-I’m good. Just thinking is all.” She said, giving Alexa her best attempt at a reassuring smile.

“Oooh, a certain Constable running through your mind?” Nia asked with a cheeky grin.

Oh, he occupied her mind alright. For the past couple weeks he would lurk around her work station, watching her every move. If she turned a corner, he’d be at the end of the hallway. When she tried talking to someone about what had happened, he’d show up and slowly shake his head while raising a single finger to his lips, a threatening smile on his face. Wherever Addie was, Baron was sure to be, crowding her world and plaguing her mind.

“Mind if I join you ladies?” Addie’s head snapped up as she gawked at Baron who was standing right next to her chair, staring directly at Addie.

She immediately stiffened, her grasp on her fork tightening. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t scared shitless. What she wouldn’t give to go back in time and choose the ice cream over running in the damn woods. See, this is why exercising is dangerous!!

“Not at all, in fact Alexa and I were about to leave but why don’t you stay and keep Addie company?” Nia said, winking at Addie. She knew all about Addie’s crush on Baron but had no clue about the pure fear that was currently surging through her body.

“I’d love nothing more.” He smirked, not once breaking eye contact as he sat down right across from Addie, who was mentally begging the girls to stay.

Once they had left, Addie looked everywhere else but at Baron. Why was he sitting here? She hadn’t breathed a word of what happened to anyone, had she? Oh shit, Cory! She had asked Cory an innocent enough question about Baron’s past, well tried at least, but is there really such a thing as an innocent question?

Feeling like she was gonna throw up, Addie tried to push her chair back but found that it wouldn’t budge. Sighing, she looked under the table and saw that Baron had one of his long legs extended, hooking his foot around one of the legs on her chair, preventing her from leaving.

“Why are you doing this to me?” She whispered. “I haven’t told anyone about your condition.” She seethed, but quickly covered her mouth. The last thing she needed right now was Baron getting pissed off.

Baron licked his lips as he looked at the scared girl in front of him. Her body was soft, unlike all the other women he had been with before. His wolf wanted to jump over the table and bury his face in her belly, her fear doing nothing to sate the beast.

“Yes, but I’m here to remind you who you’re dealing with.” A dangerous grin on his face. Leaning forward, he placed a large calloused hand on her forearm. “I heard you asking Cory about me. Did you really think that my best friend wouldn’t tell me you were digging for information?” She winced at his vice like grip on her arm.

Addie sucked in a breath, damnit she was stupid to go to Cory. By now her hands were shaking, panic beginning to set in. Feeling like she had no other option she decided that bad decisions were the way to go as of late.

‘So much for not pissing him off.’ She thought to herself as she quietly raised her foot and, with all her might, stomped Baron’s leg that held her captive.

Baron yelled in pain, retracting his leg and letting go of Addie as she seized the opportunity to make her escape. She quickly ran from catering, Baron hot on her heels.

“Shit! Shit! Shit” Addie muttered as she ran from Baron, taking odd turns here and there. Why were the hallways always so empty?!

Growing tired, she found a small crevice behind a few crates. Crawling in, she pressed her back against the wall, pulling her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around her knees as she listened for any sign or Baron. Steadying her breathing, she heard heavy footsteps run past the hallway that she was currently hiding in. Just to be safe, Addie waited a few minutes before crawling out of her hiding place. As she dusted off her clothes, she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.

‘Yup, this is where I die.’ She thought to herself.

She silently slid into the dark corner of the hallway hoping that by some miracle she’d go unnoticed. Just as she reached the corner, she was slammed against the wall, her back stinging from the impact. Strong hands pinned hers above her head, Baron’s face mere inches from hers. The soft light from the main hallway barely illuminating half of his face, but she didn’t need much light to see his angry expression. Addie stared at Baron, noticing that his brown eyes were now pale blue and his teeth were sharp, his canines longer than the others.

“In what universe did you think that was a good idea?” He said, his voice gravelly and dangerously low.

Addie kept her mouth shut. She wanted to scream at him, tell him to get bent, but ‘eaten by werewolf ‘ didn’t sound like a fun way to die.

“When will you learn to answer me? What’s wrong, kitten, wolf got your tongue?” He growled, his breath fanning across her face.

Not one to think before she spoke, Addie looked him in the eyes and blurt out;

“I have a mint in my bag if you’d like.” Earning a loud growl in her face.

Addie closed her eyes as she quickly turned her head to the side, her neck left exposed as Baron stared at the soft, inviting skin. Little did she know that his wolf took this as her presenting her neck to him, a sign of submission. She flinched as Baron ran his nose up her neck, inhaling her intoxicating aroma, however it was then that he noticed something off about her scent. Later on he’d think about what it could be but for now he drowned himself in his prey. Addie whimpered when she felt him drag his warm tongue along her jugular. She had to bite her bottom lip to stop a moan from escaping. Still, she couldn’t help the fear from taking over again.

“Please,” she softly pleaded, “don’t eat me.” Hearing her beg made him shudder as he pressed his body closer to hers.

“Trust me, little rabbit,” he kissed under her ear before he continued, rubbing his jaw into her neck, “if I did, you’d be begging me to never stop.” He growled against her now heated skin.

She slowly turned her head back to him, looking into his eyes. She wished the situation was different, that she was in this position under different circumstances, but no, she was here because she pissed off a werewolf. Baron stared at her full lips, leaning down, moving closer to Addie. She couldn’t lie, she dreamt of this day for so long, she didn’t care how it happened. She closed her eyes, the heat from his lips moving so close to her waiting mouth. But before their lips met he let out a dark chuckle.

“Keep quiet little girl and we won’t have to keep meeting like this.” He whispered, a cruel laugh leaving his lips as he pulled back, leaving Addie feeling humiliated.

He backed up, walking away from her and around the corner. How could she have been so foolish?!

‘Wake up Addie,’ she scolded herself ‘in what world would Baron Corbin ever want someone like you?’

Wiping away a few tears, she slowly made the long walk back to her work station, put on a brave face and went on as if nothing happened. She knew that she was nothing more than a thorn in Baron’s side, a new form of entertainment for him. But like a child with a new toy, he’ll eventually grow tired of her and move onto something new.

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Dolph stood in the backroad watching Addie as she set up her station. Something was different about her, something...submissive. It called to him. He silently made his way over to her.

“Hey, beautiful,” Addie looked up from organizing her makeup supplies to see Dolph smiling at her in the mirror’s reflection, “why so sad?”

“Oh, hi Mr. Ziggler, how can I help you?” She asked, avoiding his question completely.

He wasn’t buying it. He walked closer to her and wiped away the residue from her tears with his thumbs. “How many times do I have to tell you? It’s Dolph.” He gave her a sympathetic smile, his hands staying on her face.

“Thank you, Dolph.” She whispered with a sad smile, placing her right hand around Dolph’s left wrist.

“Don’t cry cutie, things will be alright.” He gave her a wink as he left her to finish her work.

Addie watched him through the mirror as he retreated, a curious and confused expression occupying her face. Dolph had never looked twice at her. Up until this very moment, she wasn’t aware that Dolph even knew her name. She smiled to herself, maybe she could forget about Baron through Dolph...

But then again, it was pointless for her to invest her feelings in anyone at this point.

Addie was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t notice a pair of eyes watching her and Dolph from the shadows.

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Dead Weight (COREY GRAVES)

Corey Graves angst for anon

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Reader gets mad at how much time Corey spends partying instead of wanting to be with her. And the fact that she has social anxiety doesn’t make it better, but she later on decides to go to the WWE party as a surprise to him thanks to her best friend Lana’s invite and convincing. Then catches Corey cheating on her with Alexa Bliss: ANGST/CHEATING

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Warnings: SLIGHT CURSING

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“Corey, are you seriously about to leave me in this hotel room?”

Her boyfriend doubled over tying his shoes. “I gave you the choice to come. Not my problem you chose to stay in here.”

Y/N sighed.

He knows I can’t help that I have social anxiety.

I’m just not good with clubbing and parties.

“Corey, please.” I said trying to plead with him. “I came all the way here, to spend some time with you alone.”

“I’m sure you’ll find something to do.” He mumbled before grabbing his phone and leaving.“

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"Hold on.” I said wrapping the towel around my body.

I’d just gotten out the shower when some one started knocking on the other side of the hotel room door.

Instead of asking who is it, I just decided on checking the peep hole.

It was my best friend Lana.

“I’m so happy to see you.” I said right after opening the door to let her in. “Finally someone to talk to.”

Lana smiled, but just as quickly as it appeared on her face it disappeared.

“Did Corey run off, leaving you again?” She asked already knowing about his behavior.

“Yeah.” I said mumbling. “But it’s not a problem. He asked me to come but you know me.”

Lana shook her head, rolling her eyes. “So what Y/N? If you said no, then he could at least take off a night from partying to be with his girlfriend.”

Does she have to do this now?

Obviously she doesn’t have the best friendship with Corey. I doubt she even likes him.

But she knows I don’t like when she talks down on him.

“Lana, can we not go there?”

“I’m just saying Y/N.” She said starting again. “You think Rusev will leave me at home by myself over a damn party?”

Okay, wow.

“Lana. Not every man is Rusev, okay?” I said starting to raise my voice.

Lana meant well and I know that but seriously, I don’t need her throwing up her picture perfect marriage in my face.

“I’m just saying…” I heard her mumble.

Y/N let out a sigh. “Why are you even here?”

Lana shrugged, biting her lip. “To see if you wanted to be my date to the party.” She said in a bit of a whisper.

“Lana–” I started before she cut me off.

“Look, I know. You know I know. But…” She paused. “You know Rusev is still resting his injury, and I have to make an appearance at the WWE party tonight and what better date than my best friend?” Lana finished with a smile. “I promise I’ll be right there, no running off and…” She paused again coming closer. “You can show off to your man. After he sees you he’ll be ready to get you back here.”

A short giggle escaped from me as I nodded to my best friend.

Might as well give tonight a try, plus maybe this will lead to a good night filled with making up with Corey.

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“Did I mention how hot you look in that dress?” Lana asked as we made our way around the party.

I smiled nodded. “Yes. Every since I put it on, Lana.”

Lana grabbed my hand pulling me off somewhere. “C'mon. I have to say hi, to a few people and then–”

“Lana, just go.” I smiled at her again.

“You sure?” She said obviously hesitant to leave me.

“I’m sure. Besides, I kinda wanna find my boyfriend. I’m supposed to show off, remember?”

Lana giggled, nodding. “This’ll be quick, then I’ll come back to find you.” She said walking off.

After she turned away to leave, I did the same, in search of Corey.

Man, this place is crowded I thought to myself as I walked around, squeezing through crowds of people.

Where is Corey though?

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Just as I was about to give up looking for him, I found him.

But my happiness of wanting to see him, quickly died down in a matter of seconds.

I went from smiling to trying to fight back tears.

Corey was standing in a dark corner the room, but not alone.

He was hoovering over, who I quickly realized to be Alexa Bliss.

I can believe this.

He sneaks away to parties to do this?

Cheat?

And with her?

I guess he really is a Bliss fan, I thought referring to how he’s always praising her on tv.

My lip started to tremble as I hastily turned on my heels to make a quick escape.

But I only ended up running into Lana.

Great, I mumbled to myself.

“Hey, what’s wrong Y/N..?” She immediately questioned, noticing my trembling lip I assumed.

Such a dead give away.

“Nothing. I just realized I don’t want to be here after all.” I lied.

Lana gave me a look as if saying cut the bullshit, I know you’re lying.

I wish I was better at hiding my feelings.

“I saw Corey…” I said trying not to cry at the mention of his name. “And he kissed Alexa.”

I watched as Lana quickly stepped out of heels kinda like the time she was ready to be Summer Rae.

“Where the fuck is he?” She asked in an angry tone, throwing a curse word into the mix.

“Lana.” I groaned. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll deal with it when he gets back to the room.”

Truth is I didn’t want her fighting my battle for me. She knew I wasn’t one to fight physically but I can do damage with my words when I needed.

“Where is he at Y/N?”

I sighed giving in, and pointing in the direction I last saw Corey and Alexa.

And that was enough for Lana to power walk, in search of them.

Now they were in a full on makeout, hands traveling south and everything.

Lana walked up behind Corey, shoving him from Alexa then slapping him the moment he turned to see who had pushed him.

“Oh, so now you’re cheating on Y/N, now Corey? You stupid piece of–”

Corey shrugged with a smirk on his face. “So what?” He said laughing. “I need me a girl who likes to have fun. Y/N’s boring as fuck, Lana. We both know that.”

Alexa joined in with the laughing at my expense.

My face dropped, along with my heart.

Is this really how he talks about me when I’m not around?

“…Besides, she’s not even here. You know, she's too scared to come out the hotel…” So, he smirked. “It’s your word against mines. And since I came first, she wouldn’t have a problem believing me over you.”

So this is who I’ve been sleeping with for four years?

The fucking devil, disguised with a sexy face and tattoos?

Just as Lana raised her hand again, to slap him, I’m assuming, I made my presence know.

“Babe..?” Corey said in a state of shock.

I rolled my eyes when he called me that.

“You’re right Corey…” I said looking at him. “You did come into my life before Lana, but I just learned a huge ass life lesson today. It doesn’t matter who came first because the one you knew longer can be the one to hurt you the most.”

Right when he opened his mouth to plead his case I made him shut it.

“It’s over.” I said to him.

Then I looked over at Lana. “And no that I ever had doubt, I know you’re such a good, best friend. Well sister.” I said smiling. “Thank you.”

Lana smiled back, pulling me in for a hug. “I love you so much Y/N.” She said, then pulled away. “You ready to go back to the room and get your stuff, before this asshole gets there?” She questioned making sure she was heard, by Corey.

I shook my head. “Nope.” I said giggling. “I think I actually wanna stay here and party.”

It’s amazing how ridding yourself of dead weight will make you feel, I thought leading Lana to the dance floor.

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