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‘I’m the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition.’

Destiel commissions! ;,,,)

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Oh, to be crushed underneath your werewolf boyfriend 💭

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Your recent Rhea headcannons totally inspired this request because they were amazingggg 🤩 Do you think you could do one (headcannon or a full fic, whichever you prefer) of Rhea confirming her relationship with the reader, who’s also a wrestler, in an interview or something like that? Like the crowds and fans totally know already because of how they act together, but in an interview or on social media Rhea happily confirms it? I just think that would be super sweet 🥰🩷 You’re amazing xxx

This has been in my drafts for forever I'm so sorry. My brain hasn't been braining lately but i promise I'm working on full fics that I hope to post soon

But please enjoy🫶

It was at WWE World ‘25

Rhea was doing a panel and someone finally had the balls to ask about the two of you

She got super smiley and giggly at just the mere mention of your name

“So, you and Y/n have been seen hanging around backstage a lot and in some very suspicious situations so I'm just gonna ask, are you two dating?”

“Yes,” giggles ensue

The crowd erupts

Some people are a little upset that neither of you are single anymore, but a lot of people also cried tears of joy from the news

The tension between the two of you had been going on for a while and fans were crazy about you two

And since most of each of your fanbases were queer, they were all excited to have more representation in the wrestling community

Rhea made sure to make it clear that your relationship likely wouldn't be on screen, but fans were still overly excited nonetheless

More questions then began popping up, understandably about the relationship

“How long have you been together?”

“Who made the first move?”

“Who was the big spoon?”

Rhea is happy to oblige in some of the less invasive questions regarding your relationship and even creates an ask box on her Instagram story a time or two

She is always very clear about her boundaries towards her fans as well and very protective of you, on and off social media

She will always manage to somehow bring you up in interviews, even if you're not actually mentioned. She just loves to talk about you so much

She starts showing off the few matching tattoos the two of you have together, her grin never leaving her face as she giggles through the short stories of each one

You guys start having matching gear even if you're on different shows or in separate factions

If you're direct rivals then you coordinate your gear to directly reflect the others. Matching, but not the same

Ex. You wear white where she wears black, red vs pink, blue vs purple, etc

You get posted in any WWE posts about wrestlers with their significant others, as red carpet dates, valentines day, etc and the fans always go nuts for your pictures together

Rhea reposts edits of you a lot on her instagram story as well as cosplays of your in-ring characters together

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healing magic !!!!1!1!1!

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Don’t ever do that again…

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She’s so stunning I’m going to throw up

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The lovers... the dreamers... and me 🌈

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tkachuk is the biggest loser in hockey lmao

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I saw under your Mel fic (which I adored!!) that you want requests?? obviously nf but if you could do Mel x gn reader where reader helps comfort her after a long day at work (whether it's a random day or the actual show is up to you!!) pretty please?? :'3

Long Day | Dr. Melissa King x Gn!Reader

Word Count: 1,172

A/N: A bit short, but some cute fluff while I start exams :)

No warnings, gender neutral pronouns/no y/n

The door opened softly with a barely manageable creak. Mel stepped into the dimly lit living room. When she and her partner had moved in together, they had made a list of rules to keep their living experience as positive and healthy as they could.

One of the first rules they had agreed upon was “no overhead lighting”. Sure, there was a light there as it was a part of the fan; however, neither of them liked it being used, so there wasn’t even a lightbulb in there.

Instead, they had one lamp in the far corner, and the rest of the room was covered in fairy lights, with the remote mounted to the wall for easy access.

The rest of the house lighting was very similar, excluding the kitchen, as they both believed more light was necessary so as not to set the whole apartment building on fire.

Their neighbors had already had enough of a fit when Mrs. Nelson had accidentally caught her kitchen curtain on fire while trying to bake some cupcakes for her grandchildren. There was no need to fuel their neighbors' seemingly never-ending annoyance.

A strong scent of her partner’s favorite caramel apple candle floated through the apartment as Mel quietly clicked the door shut behind her, kicking off her shoes into their designated “work bin”.

With Mel being an ER doctor and her partner being a surgeon in the same hospital, they were both very particular about the cleanliness of what they brought into the house.

Instead of going to find her partner, Mel instead headed straight for the master bathroom to take a shower, dropping her scrubs into a separate “work bin” in the bathroom.

As she scrubbed at her skin, she watched it take on a pink hue. Watching the sudsy water go down the drain, she pictured it to be each of the patients, living or not, that she had left back at the ER, effectively washing away her worries.

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Squeezing the last bit of water out of her hair, Mel let out a long breath as she strolled out of the bathroom and made her way toward the kitchen.

On the counter wrapped in tinfoil, was some of her partner's homemade chicken noodle soup. Perfect for Mel's rainy mood.

More often than not, she would come home to a fresh meal, especially if they knew she had had a rougher shift that day. One of Mel's love languages was acts of service, and her partner made sure to go above and beyond to make her feel loved.

She grabbed a bowl and some of the dipping bread to go with it before making her way to the living room in search of her partner.

She followed the sounds of music quietly playing from over the small penguin speaker they kept on the bookshelf.

As she went to turn the corner, something small and black flew out at her before flying back around the corner and out of sight.

Mel jumped back, clutching her chest in fear as she made a small noise of surprise, balancing the bowl in her hands.

She stood there, frozen in fear as her heart rate skyrocketed and she tried to slow down her adrenaline-fueled biological responses.

Her partner came around the corner, an embarrassed smile gracing their lips. They cradled what appeared to be the same black object to their chest, lightly stroking it with one finger.

"What was that?!" Mel asked, breathlessly.

Her partner smiled sheepishly as they quickly tried to explain themself.

“Okay, so, you know how I told you I was going to try that new coffee shop downtown this morning?”

Mel nodded along, eyes flicking between her partner's face and what she could now make out as a small black kitten.

Its big green eyes stared at her curiously, its little head tilted as its ears flickered to watch her even more intensely.

“Well, I did go, but then I found this little baby outside, and she was all alone and hungry and she was crying, and I couldn’t just leave her there.” They gently wagged their finger as the kitten held on with her claws and made several futile attempts to playfully bite them.

“And, so I took her to the vet, and she didn’t have a chip, but she does have all her shots now. I was waiting for you to get home first to make sure we could keep her, but I’ve already got food and some toys for her in my cart online, and we can have it delivered here so you can rest.” They gave Mel their biggest puppy-dog eyes as they held the small kitten out to her.

Her paws reached out and swam through the air as she tried to reach Mel. She smiled and held out a finger, wagging it for the kitten to gnaw on the same way she had to her partner.

“Does she have a name yet?” Mel smiled softly. They had been talking about getting a kitten, and if this one needed a home, who was she to deny that home?

Her partner beamed, stepping forward to kiss the kitten on the top of the head without ripping her off of Mel.

“I was thinking, Lizzy, after Elizabeth Blackwell.” They grinned, visibly proud of themself.

Mel leaned down a bit to be eye-level with Lizzy, looking deep into her giant green eyes that swam with curiosity.

“Hi, Lizzy. Welcome home,” she smiled, wagging her finger up and down with her claw still attached.

“Alright, come on, I’m sure you’ve had a long day.” They gently removed Lizzy’s paw from Mel’s finger, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the couch to iey down.

Since Mel’s favorite thing was their weight on top of her, she lay on the couch, taking the kitten from them while spreading her legs slightly for them to lie between them.

Lying back, Mel took all their weight as they slotted themself between Mel's legs, wrapping their arms around her torso, being careful not to knock Mel's bowl out of her hands.

They began humming softly to themself, a song heard in passing between radio stations.

Their face was pressed against Mel's chest, and Lizzy had situated herself in the small of their back as she closed her eyes and began to doze off. Snoring louder than a lawnmower, louder than Mel thought anything that size could truly be.

Scrolling through PetSmart on their phone in one hand (periodically checking with Mel, of course), and tracing circles into Mel's ribs with the other, they fell into a mostly silent atmosphere.

Mel happily watched over her new little family, unconsciously counting each strand of Lizzy's fur as she lazily stroked her back, her soup balanced against the top of her chest as she took her time with her meal.

Taking another spoonful, she let the savory flavors of the chicken with the creamy broth flow over her tongue, thinking how lucky she is to have someone like them.

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✨My Ultimate Masterlist✨

WWE List/WWE Rules

The Pitt

♦️ You Can Be my Patient | Mel King x Gn!Firefighter!Reader

♦️Long Day | Mel King x Gn!Reader

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Hi, enjoyed the story but it’s not really gender neutral if the character is wearing makeup, needs their bra cutting off and you use she/her pronouns.

Oh shit😅 sorry, sometimes I write the title first and the story afterwards and just get into a certain rhythm. Thank you for letting me know!! I’ll edit it when I get a second and fully make it gn 😅☺️

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You Can Be My Patient | Dr. Mel King x Gn!Reader

Synopsis: Firefighter!Reader runs into girlfriend Dr. King after they get hurt on the job.

⚠️TW⚠️: Talk of suicide, guns, gunshot wounds, lots of blood

A/N: There are for sure medical inaccuracies in here, apologies in advance. Doesn't follow the actual plot of the show so no spoilers, also heavily inspired by 9-1-1 🙂‍↕️

Word Count: 1,788

Noise clung to you like static. The only thing you could really make out was the thunderous sound of your heart beating in your ears. The last thing you remembered for certain was an ear-splitting boom, before nothing.

It was called in as just a kid on a ledge. Something you were the best on the team at. What no one had noticed, was that this kid wasn't just suicidal.

He had wanted to take others out with him.

None of the several 911 callers had seen the gun, what with him standing at the top of a billboard why would they have? He wanted to lure someone up there with him.

And that someone just so happened to be you.

You stood at the edge of the aerial ladder as your partner slowly rose you up enough to step onto the billboard where you called out to him. You never saw it until it was too late. And by then, the officer that had been canvassing from below took a shot as well.

The two of you hit the rungs at the same time, your name being screamed over your crackling radio the last thing you could make out over the buzzing in your ear.

Your eyes shifted, taking in your bloodied surroundings as a means of control as your nervous system began to override everything else. You were just in your team’s ambulance, but you had never seen it from this perspective before, and where you formerly felt confident you now just felt foreign.

Adrenaline coursed through you, leaving you shaking and breathless even as you just laid on the gurney.

Callie, your favorite paramedic at your station, stroked your hair with one hand as she kept pressure on your wound with the other.

"Hey, we're almost there, 'k? We're getting you to the best doctors possible. We're two minutes out alright, just hold on."

As your panic began to increase as whatever initial shock you had started to wear off, you were more and more aware of the bullet wound in your shoulder. The agonizing burn of it, to be more specific.

You could feel the hot sticky liquid flowing down your arm and your back, and knew without a shadow of a doubt that it coated the floor as well. You could smell the metallic properties of it, unsure if part of it was fused with the burnt metal of the bullet.

"Where's the kid?" You managed to ask her, your voice dry and cracking.

"He's in the other ambulance, GSW to the head. Don't worry about him though, just worry about you."

You closed your eyes, overcome by a sudden bout of nausea as the ambulance came to an abrupt halt, the wheels of the gurney shaking you.

They rolled you through the doors of the E.R., the bright lights making you close your eyes tightly as a reverberating pounding began from the back of your head. Callie shushed you gently as a small groan left your lips.

Fingers pulled your right eyelid back right as a bright light was shone directly into your eyeball. You knew what they were doing, but in your dazed state, all you wanted was to keep every light possible out of your line of sight.

The hand holding your eyelid dropped it but immediately picked up the other eyelid and shone the light in that eye while another set of hands held your head still.

Words you couldn't quite comprehend were thrown at and around you as your head was released and you felt the movement of the gurney you laid on. You heard "Dr. Langdon" and managed to open your eyes on your own to a squint. You recognized that name from what your girlfriend had told you about a few of her colleagues. Namely, Dr. Langdon, with whom she’d been working very closely.

You didn’t recognize his face but with the way he seemingly commanded the room you could tell who he was. He helped Callie and the other paramedic, Danni, move you from the gurney to a bed, making you bite back a groan of pain as more blood seeped through the tattered remains of your shirt.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, I’m Dr. King-“ The woman entering your little cubicle stopped dead in her tracks when she saw you. You probably looked a mess, with what you were sure was blood spattered on your face and your hair stuck to your sweat-soaked skin, not to mention the sheer amount of blood just all over everything.

“Y/N?” She spoke softly in horrified shock. You managed a small grin as Dr. Langdon got to work removing the rest of your shirt, removing every obstacle between him and your wound. He spared a glance towards Dr. King but never actually stopped for a second. “Hey, Mel.”

Her eyes were wide, glued to the amount of blood still coming from your shoulder that Langdon now gripped, prepared to move you to see the full extent but waiting for Mel.

He glanced at you before looking back at Mel. “Dr. King? Is there a problem here?”

You gave her a small nod of encouragement; you trusted her to heal you so long as she was okay with it. She twiddled with her pen against her clipboard as she searched for a proper response.

“Dr. King?”

It’s like she was shocked back to the present, she ran to your injured side and began doing a check of everything as she began to ramble. “Do you have any dizziness or nausea? A headache?” She braced your upper body as the two of them raised your injured shoulder. You hissed in pain, gritting your teeth.

“Through and through,” Langdon stated, grabbing some gauze to put in each side of the wound before wrapping it up.

You took in a deep breath, trying to remember the questions Mel had asked you. “No dizziness, but yes nausea and double yes, headache,” you groaned.

Mel walked around to your other side as Langdon began to cover up the bullet holes. She brushed some of the sweaty hair off your forehead and you closed your eyes, leaning into her touch.

“Are you on any medications that we should be aware of? Have any allergies?” Langdon asked, glancing at you before doing a double-take at Mel’s fingers in your hair.

Before you could even get a chance to answer, she was answering for you. “No allergies, but they’re on escitalopram.”

Langdon raised an eyebrow at where your fingers now clutched tightly onto the hem of Mel’s scrubs. “And, you would know that how?”

Mel looked sort of affronted at him as if he should’ve known already despite having never met before. “They’re my partner. I would hope that I know their medical history.”

Langdon let out a small laugh, finishing up the wrapping. “Well, in that case, you can help fill out all their paperwork. I’ll let the OR know we’re ready when they are.” He turned to you just before he left the room, “Nice to finally meet you, Y/N.”

She pulled up the small stool on wheels next to your bedside and took up residence as she filled out your paperwork. Only leaving your side once to get you some pain medication. She kept you entertained while also making sure you stayed awake until they put you under for your surgery.

You tried to explain to her what happened, through your hazy memory and brain currently turned to mush. It wasn’t your first concussion and certainly wouldn’t be your last with your line of work which made Mel all the more nervous.

When the OR was finally ready for you, Mel made sure to be the one to bring up upstairs. She hesitated at the end of your bed before she had to leave, visibly anxious. “Come here.” She smiled softly, holding out your good hand for her to hold. “I’m gonna be okay, I promise. I’ll be in recovery waiting for you before you know it.” She smiled slightly, knowing you were in the best possible hands. “I love you, Mel, this isn’t going to keep me away from you.”

She ducked her head, a small blush coating her cheeks. She squeezed your hand, a small smile gracing her lips. “I love you too. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

You grinned, as much as you still could to recite something the two of you had originally bonded over when you first started dating. “Always?”

“Always,” She laughed, sounding like pure heaven.

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“How long 'til I can go back to work, Doc?” You had woken up from surgery a little over an hour ago. Mel had been able to get the rest of her shift off to stay with you until you could go home the next day.

Mel frowned at you slightly, “At least a month or two, and possibly a little bit of physical therapy depending on if any tendons were torn. But I want you to get as much rest as possible. You don’t always have to rush back to work. You’re allowed to rest.”

You sighed softly, this was a conversation the two of you had had a few times before. Maybe now that something serious happened, you would be more open to slowing down. If not for you then for her.

"I was.. I was really worried about you." She kept her gaze on the ground as she let out a large breath that, by the sound of it, she'd been holding in for quite some time.

You reached out your hand, knowing that while she did enjoy your touch, she typically preferred it to be on her terms. She softly grabbed your hand, pulling herself closer to you as she gripped it harder.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. And, I would’ve been more careful had we known the kid had a gun.” There was a lump in your throat as you swallowed, suddenly being the one to avoid eye contact.

“But you didn’t know, and there was no way to know.” She absently drew different shapes on the back of your hand as she cradled it in her lap. “But, it’s okay because I’m a doctor, and that’s what I’m here for. You can be my patient.” She smiled at you, in that cute way she does that reminds you of pure sunshine.

You squeezed her hand, your head lolling to the side as some of the residual drowsiness snuck up on you.

“I love you,” and a kiss on your forehead was the last thing you remembered before you were totally asleep. Comforted in the knowledge that your girlfriend would still be there when you woke up, and every second afterward.

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Exactly! She’s a viable asset to WWE that draws people in. The pop she gets just when being shown backstage much less compared to Iyo when the match was about to start is telling. Not to mention her 2k25 rating is at 96, the highest women’s rating and ties with Reigns and Rhodes. This was an important match that should’ve happened on Saturday at Elimination Chamber but instead like the whole women’s division has been getting screwed over in their bookings.

(And this is not to bash on Iyo I think she’s great, however I am bashing on triple h)

Whenever people talk about how high Triple H is on Rhea, I just... find it hard to believe that's true.

She was booked to look strong (i.e. her 2023-2024 reign) to the point that creative... kinda kept her away from the division she was supposed to run. Then you have the feud with Liv where she was constantly made to look like an idiot.

When she finally wins the title back, it's like creative has no idea what to do with her. Not to beat a dead horse, but the difference between pre-WM 40 Rhea & post-WM 40 Rhea just astounds me.

Anyways, if the triple threat match is going to happen... I hope they give Rhea something viable to work with.

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THATS OUR GIRL🥳🥳

IM SO PROUD OF HER🥹🥹

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Hey I hope you’re doing alright 💗don’t give up on writing, or anything

Thank you that means a lot🫶

I’ve been struggling with school lately and just started a new job like a week ago but I’m working on a judgement day x reader for yall that I will hopefully have out soon, and hopefully more to follow since I’m out for break til mid-January❤️

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can I request a poly!judgement day x fem!reader, where she get stressed out and cooks and bakes as a stress response?

Baker-Poly!TJD x Fem!Reader

A/N: I’m sorry I’ve kinda disappeared lately, I’m dealing with a lot of mental issues on top of school and work but I’m jotting down ideas when I can, just don’t expect anything regularly😓

Word Count: 1,383

The sickly sweet smell of vanilla filled the kitchen, spilling out into the rest of the house. The harsh tempo of a metal song reverberated throughout the house, originating from the kitchen. Clanging noises emerged as various cooking utensils clashed against metal bowls. Hurried footsteps paced back and forth on the warm-tiled-floors. 

In the kitchen, pacing in front of the untidy countertops, covered in various spilled ingredients, was Y/n. She cradled a metal mixing bowl to her chest as she used a whisk and beat the dry ingredients laid in the bowl.

Small puffs of powder flew up as the whisk repeatedly hit the side of the bowl, coating Y/n’s ‘Kiss the cook’ apron as well as her face. She blew small streams of air out the corner of her mouth, fluttering strands of hair that had fallen from its updo. 

Her hips swayed gently to the beat of the music, the chilling voice of Spencer Charnas from Ice Nine Kills floated around the room. “Now I’m lost on my own, in search of something real.” She sang along. 

Lately, her partners, all four members of The Judgment Day, had all been on the road for almost a week now and for Y/n, work had been unbelievably stressful, what with the giant company-wide project she’d been leading. And when she’s stressed (which had gotten to be more often than not lately) she bakes. So, her partners had had her own pantry built with every possible ingredient for whatever she wanted, whenever. 

The four members of The Judgment Day were scheduled to return home tonight but their flight had been delayed, prolonging Y/n’s stress baking.

There was already an apple pie and pumpkin brownies baking in the oven, and a batch of chocolate chip cookies cooling on the counter. Even though it seemed like an absurd amount of sweets, she knew that whatever she and her partners couldn’t eat or didn’t want would go to either co-workers (the other wrestlers loved her and her diet-breaking-treats) or to some of the neighborhood kids to take home.

Her brows, furrowed in concentration, straightened shot up in excitement as she heard the telltale signs of her favorite song “THIS IS MY BRUTALITY!”. She began bumping along to the rhythm of the metal music. 

“Hey Siri, turn the volume up!” She half-shouted to be heard. The music got louder, now as loud as it could possibly go as Y/n finally began to loosen up. Jumping around the kitchen, mixing her wet and dry ingredients, she paid no mind to anything else around her. Not even the sound of the front door opening as her partners all walked in.

The four of them stood, shocked in a huddle just inside the door as they watched their partner belt out the lyrics to Rhea’s theme song. A favorite partner was never and never would be a thing between the group, however a favorite theme song was totally different. 

Rhea’s baffled expression slowly grew into a smug smirk, as she watched her girlfriend sing and dance along to her song.

It took entirely too long for Y/n to notice that other people had even entered the house, not to mention were right behind her, watching.

“The demon in your dreams, now hear me in your scr-AHHH.” Her timing was impeccable. 

Y/n bent over, one hand on her knee as the other clutched her chest, breathing heavily while her heart raced. “Holy shit, you guys scared me.”

Rhea grinned as she stepped forward, grabbing the back of Y/n’s neck, her fingers gripping her baby hairs, and gently pulling her upright as she kissed her forehead smugly. “Sorry, love.” She laughed.

Y/n all but collapsed against Rhea, laying her head against her chest, wrapping her arms around her waist tightly while Rhea held her waist with one arm, cradling her head in the other, snorting with laughter.

Y/n’s cheeks heated at the laughter, causing her to bury her face even further into Rhea until a beeping noise, one of the several timers Y/n had set, went off. 

Y/n practically threw herself away from Rhea, keeping her head down as she slid on her purple monster oven mitts and grabbed the pumpkin brownies out of the oven, leaving the pie in there for a few more minutes.

The end of Rhea’s song finally came around, much to Y/n’s delight. 

Until she remembered that she’d put the song on repeat to play again and the starting lyric had her partners doubled over in laughter again, much to her chagrin.

Shamefully, she walked over to her phone and took it off of repeat, skipping the song just before she turned off her phone and put it back on the counter.

Only for the next song to play to be Dominik’s theme song.

All four members of the Judgment Day were actively laying on the floor dying with laughter at this point. Finn began coughing uncontrollably in an effort to not throw up while Rhea tried not to piss herself.

Rolling her eyes, Y/n crossed her arms as she watched her partners squirm around on the ground. “Alright, guys. We get it. I like your theme music. Big whup.”

She turned back to the counter, laying out the dough she’d just mixed as she began to knead it against the flour-covered counter.

“Hey,” Damian’s hands gripped her waist from behind as he held her to him. There was still a bit of laughter in his voice but Y/n could tell he meant what he was saying. “We think it’s very endearing, muñeca. Nothing to be embarrassed about.” He kissed her temple lovingly as the other three finally peeled themselves up off the floor.

“Aht!” She yelled, almost as a reflex when she swatted Dominik’s wandering hand towards the still cooling cookies on the counter next to her.

His big brown eyes showed the hurt of a kicked puppy as he looked at her in betrayal,

“First of all, all four of you need to take a shower. Then we’re going to have dinner, then you can have a cookie. Okay?” Y/n explained, waddling towards Dominik, Damian’s hands still firm on her waist causing her to drag him along heftily.

Dominik nodded sadly, perking up significantly when Y/n placed her hands on his cheeks, bringing his face up to give him a quick peck on the lips. Sounds of protest came from around the room from the other three who had yet to receive a kiss.

“Hey!” Y/n silenced the four of them, staring into Dom’s big brown eyes. “We can have so many cuddles and kisses after dinner and showers, okay? We’ll watch a movie and have cookies, and brownies,and pie and make-outs. But after.” She bent his head down to kiss his forehead before gently pushing him away.

Prying Damian’s fingers from her waist, Y/n turned around to face him, gently pushing his chest as well in the direction of the stairs, gesturing with her finger for him to go up there.

“Dibs on the master shower! By myself,” Rhea added at the shared lewd looks from the boys.

Y/n laughed at the boys’ obvious pouting but they all made their way past her towards the stairs to use the guest bathroom upstairs, which was really about the same size as the master. 

As Finn passed Y/n, he lightly squeezed her waist and gave her a small peck on the cheek. “Your secret’s safe with us, love.” He laughed.

Y/n just grumbled in response as she went back to her dough. 

Rhea smirked as she got an idea, and walked behind Y/n to get to the stairs. She smacked her ass on the way, grinning wickedly at the gasp that Y/n let out. 

“Rhea!” She exclaimed, trying to contain her laughter as she held her stinging flesh. 

“Sorry, babe! I just couldn’t help myself!” Rhea giddily bounded up the stairs.

A small smile graced Y/n’s features as she went back to her baking. She was still stressed but now that her partners were home, they could help to carry some of the load. She didn’t have to do it alone.