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REBLOG 3:29am 10
darling-sister-abigail sent:

Abigail Wyatt

darling-sister-abigail:

redheaded-rockstar:

why don’t you guys send me your characters name and i’ll put it in this generator and write a starter based on what comes out

Abigail Wyatt gets a contract to assassinate Heath Slater.

Heath had had the distinct feeling that he was being followed; every single hair on the back of his neck was standing up and after whipping around a couple of times trying to see who might be on his tail he gave up and started walking quickly towards his home.  He’d had the rare week off and had spent most of his time at the beach with Boodah and doing small things around his beach side apartment. 

Fishing the house key out of his pocket he looked over his shoulder trying to find the source of his discomfort. Hearing the lock click open he rushed inside and shut the door; leaning against it for a moment and taking a deep breath before setting his bag of groceries down on the small hall table. Dropping his keys in the bowl there he turned and started locking his doors; making sure each lock was in engaged.

Petting Boodah on the head he moved into the kitchen; his head swivelling around despite knowing that there was no way anyone could be watching him now as he was safe in his own home. Still the feeling of impending doom hung over his head and he bit his lip as he tried to get himself under control.

"How am ah s’posta trust ya when Bray says otherwise! Ah don’t go backstage, ah dunno who hangs out with who!" she shouted back as she led him out to the truck. "Lock him in the cab."

He was tossed unceremoniously into the cab and he called out in a last ditch attempt at freedom. “What about my dog, you can’t leave him here to starve. He’s got no one to take care of him. C’mon please. I swear I’m innocent of any wrong doing. I spend time with myself, maybe Drew when he’s around but other than that I do my job and go back to my hotel.”

He was really grasping at straws at this point and he wasn’t above promising anything to get free. 

REBLOG 3:23am 10
darling-sister-abigail sent:

Abigail Wyatt

darling-sister-abigail:

redheaded-rockstar:

why don’t you guys send me your characters name and i’ll put it in this generator and write a starter based on what comes out

Abigail Wyatt gets a contract to assassinate Heath Slater.

Heath had had the distinct feeling that he was being followed; every single hair on the back of his neck was standing up and after whipping around a couple of times trying to see who might be on his tail he gave up and started walking quickly towards his home.  He’d had the rare week off and had spent most of his time at the beach with Boodah and doing small things around his beach side apartment. 

Fishing the house key out of his pocket he looked over his shoulder trying to find the source of his discomfort. Hearing the lock click open he rushed inside and shut the door; leaning against it for a moment and taking a deep breath before setting his bag of groceries down on the small hall table. Dropping his keys in the bowl there he turned and started locking his doors; making sure each lock was in engaged.

Petting Boodah on the head he moved into the kitchen; his head swivelling around despite knowing that there was no way anyone could be watching him now as he was safe in his own home. Still the feeling of impending doom hung over his head and he bit his lip as he tried to get himself under control.

"He says ya will! Bray says yer gonna go after him with yer buddy Barrett," Abigail replied, repeating the lies that had been told to her. Her back turned, "Ah won’t let ya hurt him. Come along Erick."

Easily the silent sheep masked man tossed Heath over his shoulder, leading him to the truck.

Heath worked his mouth open and closed before the wind was knocked out of him by the large man’s shoulder digging into his stomach. Wiggling he tried to get free, but the man’s arm was like an iron vice around his midsection and he could only move so much.

"Barrett? What are you on about? Surely you haven’t seen me and Barrett in the same place at the same time other than battle royals. We don’t hang out like that anymore. I’m not a threat. I swear.."

REBLOG 3:12am 16

zackrydersbutt:

same

tags: #dats me #Titus!
REBLOG 3:10am 10
darling-sister-abigail sent:

Abigail Wyatt

darling-sister-abigail:

redheaded-rockstar:

why don’t you guys send me your characters name and i’ll put it in this generator and write a starter based on what comes out

Abigail Wyatt gets a contract to assassinate Heath Slater.

Heath had had the distinct feeling that he was being followed; every single hair on the back of his neck was standing up and after whipping around a couple of times trying to see who might be on his tail he gave up and started walking quickly towards his home.  He’d had the rare week off and had spent most of his time at the beach with Boodah and doing small things around his beach side apartment. 

Fishing the house key out of his pocket he looked over his shoulder trying to find the source of his discomfort. Hearing the lock click open he rushed inside and shut the door; leaning against it for a moment and taking a deep breath before setting his bag of groceries down on the small hall table. Dropping his keys in the bowl there he turned and started locking his doors; making sure each lock was in engaged.

Petting Boodah on the head he moved into the kitchen; his head swivelling around despite knowing that there was no way anyone could be watching him now as he was safe in his own home. Still the feeling of impending doom hung over his head and he bit his lip as he tried to get himself under control.

"Yer a liar!" Abigail spoke angrily, her petite hand smacking across Heath’s face. Bray had told her of the mans sins. He was a rock and roller, someone who lived a depraved life style.

He had to pay.

"Bray wants ya t’ come home…home t’ the Wyatt’s."

"I don’t want to go with the Wyatt’s. I’m not a bad person. I’m not Kane, I’m not anyone that has doe him or his boys wrong." He struggled harder to get away from the man holding his wrists; wondering if he yelled if his neighbors would hear and call the cops. "C’mon please Darlin. I’m just a simple country boy, trying to make a living the best I can. Surely you can see that I’m not a threat…"

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REBLOG 3:04am 8
Anonymous sent:

{I'm late, but...} Devon Austin

therattlesnakedaughter-devon:

redheaded-rockstar:

why don’t you guys send me your characters name and i’ll put it in this generator and write a starter based on what comes out

Devon Austin and Heath Slater dancing.

Heath had no idea how Devon had been able to talk him into this. He had two left feet when it came to dancing, but seeing her smiling and twirling around on the floor over came any and all objections that the redheaded superstar had. Looking at the instructor he took an uncertain step, wincing when he felt himself stepping on Devon’s foot. “I’m soo sorry De.” Backing up he held his hands up. “This is a bad idea, a really bad idea.”

The instructor moved up behind him and pushed him back to Devon, clicking his tongue disapprovingly. “If you do not practice you will not improve. Now again. 1…2…3…..1…2….3” The man clapped his hands between the numbers and Heath gripped Devon’s hand lightly and rested his other hand on her hip.  Swallowing he started to move in the pattern that he’d watch the other dancers doing, wincing each time he stepped on her foot or moved out of pace. 

Each time he tried to move away the instructor was right behind them, pushing him on. This wasn’t just any ordinary dance class, this was dance classes for their wedding and he wasn’t going to let Devon down on their big day.

Devon giggled as she kissed him back and then smiled up to him. “I’m your cheerleader though… Your little rockstar cheerleader… Forever and always…” She said before he did the twirl and she giggled through-out it. She knew that Heath was trying really hard and she knew that he’d be able to do it by the wedding for sure.

She smirked when she heard what he said and laughed. “I’m melting in your hands right now Heath, when am I not doing that?” She asked with a blush and then giggled.

Heath tilted his head to the side in thought before shaking it. “I don’t know. You’ve always melted for me and I’ve always melted for you. Kinda how I knew you were the one De Darlin. You just kinda clicked. Even after your Daddy tried to warn me off with that shotgun of his I knew I couldn’t live without you. And I’ll never be able too.” He brought her one hand to his lips and brushed a kiss over the back before starting another turn on the dance floor. 

The more they moved the more confident Heath became and he was hoping that he’d have it down in time for the wedding. He didn’t want to be the reason her Big Day was ruined. He wanted everything to go perfectly. 

REBLOG 3:00am 7
shieldsheamusfan sent:

Wade (thebullhammer)

thebullhammer:

redheaded-rockstar:

why don’t you guys send me your characters name and i’ll put it in this generator and write a starter based on what comes out

Wade Barrett and Heath Slater go to a bar. Heath Slater gets too drunk and Wade Barrett has to take them home.

Heath didn’t even remember why they were going to the bar, all that he remembered was that the drinks started flowing and the girls started crowding around him and the tall British man. Sure most of them wanted to speak with the large Brit but that didn’t stop Heath from trying to find one that would accompany him back to the hotel. After all it’d been a long dry spell for the Southerner and he needed to break it right away. 

At some point during the night he’d been talked onto the mechanical bull that had been placed in the corner and he thought he’d done pretty well; 6.5 seconds was ok for some one that had never ridden one before. Still the shots and beer flowed and time lost all meaning for the redhead and it wasn’t until he found his arm looped around Wade’s neck as they shambled down the street that the bar had been left behind.

"Wadeeeee….Wadddeeee….where we goin?"

"It me English speaking. The American call them Cops, Police." He said as he some how manage to go in a straight line. "Strip club? No, we spent all the money for beers, shots,…whatever. WE ARE WASTED!!!" He did not realized that he yelled the last part but it did not bother him because they was almost close to the hotel.

"Blankets? Ah’m too hot for them." He said as he tries to undo his button down shirt and tie. Feeling more of Heath weight, he kept walking.

Heath pouted a bit before laughing. “That we are man, I can’t remember the last time we went out and got trashed like this…Nexus maybe? Or FCW…I dunno.” He looked over and placed a hand to his lips, trying to shush the other man without laughing but failed. “You’re gonna get us tossed in the slammer you loud Brit.”

Heath caught sight of what Wade was trying to do and after a tug managed to stop them. Moving around to face Wade he knocked the man’s hands away before tsking. “Looket, all trashed and drunk and can’t get your stuff undone.” With only a couple tugs the shirt was open and the tie was loosened. Tilting his head he gave Wade a goofy grin. “Feel better?”

REBLOG 2:55am 25
darewolf450 sent:

Justin Gabriel.

darewolf450:

redheaded-rockstar:

why don’t you guys send me your characters name and i’ll put it in this generator and write a starter based on what comes out

Heath Slater as a vampire feeding on Justin Gabriel.

It was feeding time; the redhead could feel it all the way into his bones. Waiting for the lights and the camera’s to flick off proved to be the very essence of annoyed waiting an when he finally was allowed to return back behind the curtain Heath did everything but run to his locker room to change. The smell of blood was all around him and more than once he caught himself looking at his co-workers and wondering what their blood would taste like as it trickled down his throat.

Once changed into his street clothes he pulled a beanie down tight on his head and headed out into the night. Most of the roster had congregated at one of the local bars and he headed the same way; best way to feed was to do it on the dance floor he’d always found out, nip of the neck while dancing and then move on to the next one then melt back into the crowd before anyone even realized what happened.

The dance floor was packed and Heath smirked as he let himself melt into the crowd, his hunger going into overdrive as the scent of blood wrapped around him and held him captive. Making his way to the bar he ordered a drink, turning around and sipping it as his eyes marked out potential blood donors. As he was searching the room again a different scent wafted past his nose. Setting his drink down he moved into the crowd, following it until he found himself standing right behind the source.

If he’d been less hungry; he might have been able to recognize the man before he sunk his teeth into the strong corded muscle. 

Justin smiled and nodded as he pulled the pants on. “Yes. Lots of food. I’m starved. Wait… Do you eat regular people food?” He cocked his head to the side like a confused dog and blinked at Heath, “I’m sorry. I don’t mean that to sound offensive. I just… Well I don’t know what you eat.” He shrugged as they started to walk out of the field. “Ah shit wait. I can’t keep up with you in these. I have to shift. I don’t want to ruin your pants too. Which, by the way, you owe me for. Those were my favorite jeans.” He gave Heath a small, sad pout. “My gym bag is in my car in the parking lot. I’ll throw some clothes on if you can grab our suitcases?” He tugged the jeans back off to give back to Heath before grinning wickedly. “Race ya there?” He asked before shifting right in front of Heath’s eyes. The large wolf in his place waited for the man’s reply, poised to take off running.

Heath waved off the concern of offense. “No taken. I can, it’s tasteless, however I do like a raw steak from time to time. I can taste that a bit. I still have my fondness of cookies so that’s one thing I stock up on.” He jogged a bit to keep up with Justin before smirking and nodding his head to the other man. 

Without saying a word he took off at a run; his speed picking up he closer he got to civilization; the scent of blood spurring him on. Tamping down on the slight hunger poking him he headed back towards the hotel to get their things; stopping at the front desk and managing to worm Justin’s room key from the little blonde there before going to retrieve their things. 

What took the longest was his room; he never was the cleanest of the bunch and while he wasn’t Brodus level messy he still had to crawl under the bed for a sock or two and make sure that he had everything twice before heading to Justin’s room. Going through the same double checking to make sure that nothing was left behind he headed back to the cars; hoping that he hadn’t left the other man in dust with the way he had dashed back. 

tags: #darewolf450 #para
REBLOG 2:46am 17
neroartist sent:

Jeff laid on the bed, clothes completely off his body, only hiding a bit of himself under a blanket. "I want you my sexy rocker, I want you only, right here, right now."

neroartist:

redheaded-rockstar:

Heath stood in the doorway, his eyes wide as he looked at the man stretched out on the bed. Licking his lips he walked slowly over to the bed; shedding clothes as he went. “Anything you want Colorwheel, anything..”

Jeff nodded his head with a soft moan, “Yes my sexy rocker.”  He watched as the younger man began to tie his wrists.  He was still using his knee to rub against him, just to see how much trouble he would get himself into now.

Growling Heath bit Jeff’s throat as he turned them and using the headboard of the bed tied Jeff’s wrists to it, smirking as the man gave a token tug to see if they came loose. “You can pull all you want ColorWheel. But I know my knots and you won’t get free until I let you.”

He let the other man rub against him for a few more moments before he smacked one toned thigh. “Such an eager little thing tonight Colorwheel. You been this way all day? Rubbing up against things like a cat in heat..maybe touching yourself and thinking about my mouth wrapped around that achin cock of yours? You been a bad boy today?”

tags: #neroartist
REBLOG 2:32am 10
darling-sister-abigail sent:

Abigail Wyatt

darling-sister-abigail:

redheaded-rockstar:

why don’t you guys send me your characters name and i’ll put it in this generator and write a starter based on what comes out

Abigail Wyatt gets a contract to assassinate Heath Slater.

Heath had had the distinct feeling that he was being followed; every single hair on the back of his neck was standing up and after whipping around a couple of times trying to see who might be on his tail he gave up and started walking quickly towards his home.  He’d had the rare week off and had spent most of his time at the beach with Boodah and doing small things around his beach side apartment. 

Fishing the house key out of his pocket he looked over his shoulder trying to find the source of his discomfort. Hearing the lock click open he rushed inside and shut the door; leaning against it for a moment and taking a deep breath before setting his bag of groceries down on the small hall table. Dropping his keys in the bowl there he turned and started locking his doors; making sure each lock was in engaged.

Petting Boodah on the head he moved into the kitchen; his head swivelling around despite knowing that there was no way anyone could be watching him now as he was safe in his own home. Still the feeling of impending doom hung over his head and he bit his lip as he tried to get himself under control.

"Ya made mah brother awful mad," Abigail chuckled as she crossed over to him. He was very handsome, but she couldn’t think about it.

She had to bring him back to the swamp to face Bray’s wrath.

"He says ah have t’ destroy ya," Abigail chuckled, "well…bring ya home t’ be destroyed. Ya’ve incured his wrath. An’ if he says yer bad…well…"

The look of joy fell from her face as she looked back at Erick who pinned the man’s arms behind his back.

"Well ya must pay fer yer sins."

Heath looked around for a way to escape, his hands rubbing his jeans as he looked from the small girl to the larger man and then back again. “I swear I haven’t done anything…anything at all. I stay to myself, I don’t go messing in anyone elses business. Your brother must be thinking of another person. I swear I’m innocent.”

Backing up slightly Heath attempted to turn only to find that the large man had come up behind him and had a hard hold on his wrists. His brown eyes turned back to the petite girl. “Please.  Let me go, I swear I won’t do whatever it is that made your brother mad again…”