#triple h packs

[chelseypprimrose]

ex-squeeze me ????? 🫣

[destinationtrekk]

domestic wesker headcanons (afab!reader)

a/n: i’m obsessed with the idea of him being vulnerable and finally trusting someone. I also did not mean for this to be so long LOL I might do a part two without smut nsfw below the cut, 18+ only

afab!reader, descriptions of choking, breeding, penetration, dacryphilia, finishing inside, probably more i’m missing, not beta read

masterlist

sfw:

After the whole ‘Spencer/Wesker Project debacle’ (as you had dubbed it in your head) ended, Albert opened up to you a lot….like surprisingly a lot.

you had noticed a lot on your own too though. the first being that he was a smoker

you could smell it faintly on his coat after a long day at the labs, and on his breath when he woke you to kiss you goodbye in the early mornings

you finally brought it up one day, casually asking if you should pick up a pack for him on the way back from running errands

you’ll never forget the way his face lit up red and how he sputtered like a fish out of water

he ignored you for a few hours, and then finally asked if it bothered you, avoiding your gaze

you laughed and told him you didn’t really mind, and over time you found out more

he was a chain smoker at the peak of Umbrella, right before they had perfected the T-virus (it was the ‘80s after all) but he had stopped when he joined the Army.

Then while he was in S.T.A.R.S. the stress of being a double, then triple agent got to him. He didn’t smoke nearly as much, but he couldn’t help a cig or two after a hard day

something else you’ve noticed is that he’s a perfect driver. You don’t think he even speeds, or rolls through stop signs when he’s in a hurry.

You think those are perfectly normal things, but he is very adamant that you should not be reckless in his nice cars, which, okay yeah

but he explains that he was mainly escorted during his Umbrella days, rarely having time or need to go somewhere alone until the end of it all

then he had been reprimanded for cruising a liiiittle too much in his S.T.A.R.S. cruiser, and that had been that

you do appreciate his driving when he’s taking you home after you’ve had too many drinks though

nsfw:

despite everyone thinking he’s a sadistic machine, I think he is very much the opposite

growing up women were the last thing on his scientific mind, and then he was much too busy for anything other than a one night stand every other now and then

now though, he comes home so tired he can barely keep his eyes open

It’s not like you two never sleep together. Quite the opposite in fact. Albert is a very generous lover, going as many rounds as you ask until he’s either too tired or you’re spent.

he’s got amazing stamina, even when he’s mentally drained. he prefers to take his time with you, making you finish at least once before he even touches himself

looooves to just grind against your pussy and get himself slick with your juices before he thrusts inside, adores the way his cockhead catches on your clit and how you twitch and gasp beneath him

he also loves to push in as slow as he can, making you feel every inch of him stretching your hole

this man whimpers! he moans and whines and pants in your ear like he’s been starved of touch and it turns you on just as much as his calloused hands do.

he doesn’t actually talk all that much, except to encourage you with that’s it, fuck, I’m close, let go, honey, or he’ll ask what you want him to do - unless he’s feeling fuck nasty (love that phrase)

sometimes he just needs a release, to expel all the pent up frustration, and you’re the perfect solution

he won’t even say hello when he gets home, just finds you and paws at your body like an animal until you tell him yes or no

if you say no, he respects you. completely, one hundred percent. you’re the most important thing in his life, and it’s not even enjoyable to him if you aren’t eager and willing

if you say yes though, he will be all over you. Clothes are flying off and somehow you’ve made it across the house into bed without his mouth leaving your lips and skin

he loves to take you face down when he’s like this, your ass in the air so he can lean over you and pin you down with his weight, groaning and panting in your ear while he fucks you so hard you can barely even make a sound

even when he’s tearing apart your insides, he still likes to intertwine your fingers where you’re gripping the sheets. he just covers it up as needing to hold you still

this is when he really talks, he actually won’t shut up, not that you’re complaining. he’s telling you how tight you are, how you squeeze him like a vice and he can barely pull out. the slick sounds of your hole are driving him crazy, he can’t wait to see your pretty tears when you cum around him, love your sweet wet little hole, pet

sometimes he likes to be rough, pulling your hair, wrapping his long thick fingers around your throat to tug you up into a sloppy kiss, gripping your hips and waist in a bruising hold, so tight you can’t even meet his pounding thrusts

always asks to finish inside you. he’s not really into breeding all that much, he’s just obsessed with the way his cum leaks out of your hole and how it leaves his cock sticky and shiny when he pulls out

surprisingly good at aftercare, cleans you up and holds you until you decide to get up or eventually just fall asleep on top of him. he secretly loves this part just as much as the sex, but he won’t admit it

but that’s a whole other post

[myluvrrhea]

Wrapped in your arms | D.Priest

Request — Can you write an imagine about reader and damian priest being friends to lovers where they are forced to share an hotel room and she ask him shyly to cuddle and he agrees and he plays with her hair and caress her cheek

Pairings — Damian priest x Fem!Wrestler!Reader

Warnings — None just fluff

Song for this fic — Light Shower — Melanie Martinez

I felt the exhaustion hit me as I entered my dressing room. I sat down on a the couch , steadying myself and gulping damn near my whole bottle of water. I soon heard a knock at the door thinking it might have been liv, or Iyo . So I responded.

“Come in!” 

But what I didnt expect was one of The Judgment Days members to come walking in. The archer of Infamy, Damian priest. He wore his classic Senor Money in the bank T-Shirt , with black leather pants and a black belt to match. I felt confused as Damian never really cane into my dressing room. Sure we were close, but he knew his boundaries and I knew his. We cared about each other’s privacy. That was That.

“Oh, Damian what are you doing in here?” I asked. The confusion evident in my voice.

“I know I never go into your locker room , but this is important. We have to room together. I mean we haven’t in the past but Hunter said something about “getting to know each other” or whatever . So why not just share right? Plus who knows maybe you’ll join the judgment day,”Damian replied a smile forming on his face after the last sentence.

I giggled a bit , trying to hide the blush that creeped onto my face. My nervousness was now clear as day as I began to fidget with my fingers. But nonetheless, I replied back.

“Hey if you want I could drive you there,” Damian spoke. 

“Oh yeah..sure,” I felt my hands sweat up as I spoke.

Damian gave me a smile and nod as he left my

Dressing room, phone in hand. I sighed as I thought aboit the interaction. What did he mean when he said we fit together? Discarding the thought, I changed into more comfortable clothes ,and began to pack my stuff and head to Damians rental.

Location - At the hotel

As me and Damian had arrived at the hotel , I found his presence to be comforting and soft. So unlike his onscreen character. It was safe to say we had gotten to know each other way better than we had before. Sure we had been friends for a little over a month , but that didnt mean we knew each other like we thought we did.

Our laughs got quieter as Damian parked into the hotel driveway. That was also the point where I got into deep thought. What did he mean when Triple H said we had to get to know each other? were already friends so why? And what did Damian mean when he said I might join TJF. I cleared my thoughts as I hopped out the car, leaving Damian in a confused expression.

When we arrived to the lobby , I found one of my good friends Rhea to be sitting on one of the couches. Once she spotted me a smile formed on her face.

Me, Damian , and Rhea talked for a while but me and Damian found ourselves giggling and laughing while talking to each other. I felt my face grow hot as he mentioned how well I was at wrestling. Telling me how he loved my gear and it made my beauty stand out. 

“Alright you two stop flirting with each other,” Rhea said with a smile.

“What I-” 

“No we weren’t-“ 

Me and Damian spoke over each other. 

Rhea giggled and began to get her stuff together.

“Whatever just check in. I’ll talk to you both later” Rhea spoke as she grabbed her keycard and headed to her room.

Next up was me and Damian. I was about to put my bags down when they slipped out of my hands. Into Damians. I looked at him for a quick second seeing a sly smile on his face, before checking in for our room and grabbing our keycard.

— In the hotel Room 

It had only been about 15 minutes since we checked in and unpacked our stuff, picking our beds and chatting a bit. Although it hadn’t been long, I had felt safe and comfortable with him. Telling him more about my past and things I don’t think I’ve ever told anyone. I felt safe.

I felt safe with him

“Hey Im gonna take a shower we can talk after, yeah?” Damian spoke. In which I nodded in response.

After he finished up in the shower, gotten dressed and ready for bed, we found ourselves i found myself zoning out as i looked at his features.

“Hey Y/N you there?” Damian asked. Small giggles leaving his lips.

“Oh yeah I’m fine.” I responded.

Damian tried believing me, but it was the way I looked at him which made him think differently.

“Whats on your mind chica?” He asked. 

“I was wondering if we could sleep in the same bed, I know it might seem weird but-“ I was cut off.

“So you wanna cuddle?” Damian asked with a sly smile.

“Yeah if thats fine…” I trailed off scared of him rejecting me.

Instead of answering, he stood up and laid facing my front. His arms wrapping around me. I felt my heartbeat pound faster as he got comfortable.

“Relax mariposa,” he spoke in a whisper.

For the rest of the night, I felt calm and safe as we laid with each other. One of his hands playing in my hair as he started falling asleep. Me softly snoring after him.

[callalillywrites]

His Scarred Omega Part 1

Alpha!Bucky really put me in a chokehold the past couple of days. I wasn't even trying to write his story just yet. Was actually trying write a one-shot that would happen after the main story, but yeah, he quite changed my mind and this feverish, 7-part story came to be in two days.

This is set in the same universe as Their Sweet Omega (aka It Takes All Packs to Make It Work). You don't really have to read that story first, which features Alpha!Jake Jensen with Beta!Pre-serum Steve Rogers and their Omega!Reader, but I would love it so much if you did. They hold my heart as much as Bucky does.

Relationship: Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader

Word Count: 1450

Summary: While helping out his friends, Bucky makes a shocking discovery. He's got a daughter he never knew existed.

Warnings: not much in this part beyond one shell-shocked Bucky

A/N: I wrote this story really fast as I mentioned above. It’s proofread but all mistakes are my own.

I also do not give permission for my work to be copied or posted on other sites or fed into an AI machine.

*****

Bucky is a weak man.

He really is.

All it takes a pretty face making those awful puppy eyes at him, and he’s putty in Angel’s hands.

She doesn’t play fair, either, enlisting Steve’s equally effective puppy-dog eyes.

Bucky kowtows in less than five seconds though he’ll forever say it took more than that to get him to agree to help them.

Spooky Season is right around the corner.

Angel and Steve feel bad for telling Jake he can’t buy any more big decorations for their home. It’s already overflowing as it is, but they do know he’s been eyeing a couple of pieces. He really is the best Alpha for them as Jake’s constantly doting on them and taking such good care of them.

One of said pieces is what Angel and Steve have wrangled Bucky into this whole mess.

They drag him to the store to pick up said piece, needing his Alpha strength and build since the piece weighs more than the two of them combined plus some. No way they can get it home, let alone carry it into their home. Delivery isn’t an option, either, without paying triple what the item costs.

So, he’s there and eyeing the piece with them.

A few grumbles come out under his breath. “I’m holding you to your promise, Angel.”

Angel simply smiles at him, knowing she still has his help and nods. “I haven’t forgotten. Name the date, and I’ll be there. We’ll take down that ogre boss together.”

“Your truck will hold this, won’t it, Buck?” Steve can’t help asking, seeing the piece himself and having his own doubts about this plan he and Angel came up with for Jake.

Bucky eyes the box holding the piece for another few moments before he finally nods. “It’ll be a tight fit, but I’ll make it work.”

With that, the trio begin working on pulling the giant statue from the low shelf and onto the flatbed cart they snagged from an employee.

With that successfully done, Angel quickly grabs up a spare ticket for the cashier to scan since the barcode is poorly placed on the bottom of the box. Not something they’re going to want to deal with and slow down the few lanes open at this time of day.

“I’ll go ahead and pay for it if you two want to start making your way to the truck,” Steve says, taking the ticket from Angel and rushing off before she can think to argue.

Bucky bites back a smile when he sees and hears Angel huff at Steve’s retreating back.

“The punk is gone, Angel,” he says.

“He promised we’d split this gift.” Angel turns back to Bucky with a look he’s come to understand all too well in the almost two years he’s known her now. He does his best to brace himself as she grabs the front of the flatbed cart. “Time to do some extra shopping, I guess. If I can’t use my money on Jake, then I’m going to use it on Stevie.”

Shaking his head, Bucky knows better than to try and dissuade her at this point. “How are you going to hide this gift from him when he’s with us?”

Rather than answer, Angel just gives him a mischievous look that has him bracing for whatever he’s about to witness.

He can’t help wondering how Jake handles these two most days as Angel drags him towards the art supply aisles of the store. A basket somehow ends up in the crook of her arm where she’s already tossing several items within it. How that happened, he can and will never be able to explain.

Within five minutes, she has the basket overflowing with supplies.

Bucky can make out a lot of the brands that Steve really likes, including some of the more expensive items that Steve only splurges occasionally to get himself.

When Angel is satisfied with her overflowing basket, she grabs hold of the flatbed and helps him maneuver toward the front of the store again.

Seeing the satisfied grin on her face, Bucky can’t help wondering if he’ll ever find someone who wants to spoil him as much as Angel, Steve, and Jake spoil each other. That’s the kind of love Bucky wants, but he’s not sure it’ll ever be in the cards for him.

It’s on their way back that they overhear a young girl, probably no older than 8 or 9 as she whined about one of the latest costume trends. “All the girls are going as Harley Quinn this year, Auntie. Please? Please?”

The woman’s voice niggles at Bucky as he overhears the woman say, “You can go as a butterfly or a witch, but I draw the line at Harley, Gracie. We can talk about Harley when you’re older.”

“Mama would’ve let me go as Harley,” the young girl named Gracie grouses back. “I wish she was here instead of you.”

Bucky isn’t sure why or how it’s possible, but it’s like he can feel the disappointment and sadness of the woman at the young girl’s words. No doubt the woman is an Omega, but he’s never had such a reaction to someone like this before. He briefly wonders if Jake has had this reaction with either Angel or Steve before. A mental note is made to ask Jake later about it.

When they round the corner, Bucky gets his first glimpse of the Omega and the young girl named Gracie.

He forgets how to breathe as he takes in the familiar features of a woman he never thought to see again. A woman who’d been little more than a young lady when he last saw her.

Has it really been almost ten years since he’s seen her?

Yet, it’s not the Omega from his past that captures his focus as much as Gracie does.

The little girl’s appearance is enough to send Bucky to his knees.

It’s not possible.

It can’t be.

Yet, there’s no denying this Gracie looks just like him. The same dark hair. The same crystal blue eyes. Even her nose and mouth match his as they pout up at her aunt.

“You okay, Buck?” Angel asks, her gaze going between him and the Omega with the little girl. “Bucky?”

Her questions don’t go unnoticed, either, as the Omega turns her attention to them. Her eyes widen and her lip instantly goes between her teeth. A gesture that Bucky recalls she does when she’s feeling guilty about something.

No one speaks for another full minute.

At least, not until Steve happens upon them and sees the Omega.

“Sapphire, is that really you?” Steve asks before his gaze drops to the little girl.

Bucky knows he’d be laughing at Steve’s comically shocked expression if he could just get the ability to breathe and function back into his own body.

“Who is this?” Steve finally asks with a soft smile at the little girl. He holds out his hand to the little girl and introduces himself.

“I’m Gracie.”

She adds her last name as she takes Steve’s hand.

Steve’s gaze bounces between Gracie and Bucky. It’s clear he’s coming to the same conclusions Bucky already has made at seeing the little girl.

Gracie is his kid, and Dot is her mother.

Dot, the woman who broke his heart all those years ago with a Dear John letter. The same woman who has given birth to his child and never bothered to tell him.

“So, I think we need to talk,” her aunt says, her gaze never leaving Bucky.

Bucky nods, drawing on his inner alpha to help him regain control of himself.

“Yeah, we do.”

He wants answers, and he’s going to make sure he gets them one way or another.

“Tomorrow at noon?” her aunt asks, naming a quiet café not too far from the store.

Bucky nods again, then turns his attention to Gracie.

A small smile grows on his features as she’s lost interest in Steve and has turned her attention to him. Her eyes study him in a way that he knows he’s done with others throughout his life. She’s taking note of everything about him, and he can only hope he doesn’t end up disappointing her.

Whatever doubts he might have, they disappear the longer he and Gracie measure each other.

She’s his.

When she holds out her little hand to him, he has to swallow the emotions clogging his throat as she introduces herself. It takes him a few tries before he can tell her his name in return.

Now, he has to make sure he doesn’t lose any more time than he’s already lost with her.

*****

Verse Masterlist / Main Masterlist

[bearshideout]

Ahh hi I saw you are wanting request I just gave a question if you would write a Rhea Ripley x reader [Platonic] Or maybe a judgement Day x reader [Platonic]

(Only asking BCS ik some people only like to write romantic relationships)

(First Request! Thank you <3)

Judgment Day x GN Reader (Platonic)

"Family"

You are a new wrestler who has recently joined the main roster but is struggling to find your own group luckily for you a certain group wants you as a new addition and they cant wait to welcome you in.

Y/n sighed as they packed all their stuff away in the locker room, the sounds off chatter filled their ears. It seemed ever since joining a few weeks back they couldn't find their place, everyone had already made there friends and even though they were all nice they weren't accepting new people into there groups. Y/n had never felt lonelier hearing everyone making plans after the match, they had given up on asking anymore groups if they could join the rejection hurt every time.

As they were leaving the locker room they suddenly bumped into Rhea. "I'm so sorry Rhea I didn't see you there" y/n said panicked the last thing they wanted was to start making enemies especially not with the judgment day. All they got back in return was a laugh "Don't worry about it, actually I was just looking for you" As y/n went through all the possible things she could have done to make this conversation go bad they were interrupted but this time by a male arm being wrapped around their shoulder. They looked up to see Damian who was smiling down at them "Yeah we all wanted to talk to you if you don't mind" Y/n looked at them now realizing Dom and Finn had also stood with Rhea. Dom started walking to the Judgment day's room "Lets talk in there don't want anyone listening in" Finn followed behind him nodding, Rhea grabs Y/n's hand and leads her along with a cheeky grin "your not in trouble" she jokes.

Finn opens the door for them all to go inside "We don't bite... well I don't cant say same bout this lot" he jokes getting a laugh out of y/n. While walking in she can see Dom already sprawled across one of the sofas. "so what did you want to talk about" y/n asked looking at them all, Damian's arm still around their shoulder. "Well we've been talking and we think you'd make a perfect addition to the Judgment Day, we have already talked to Triple H and he thinks its just what we need as long as you agree to it" Damian says giving your shoulder a slight squeeze. Before y/n can even gather their thoughts Rhea grabs y/n's arms desperately "Please say yes I'm begging you I need to talk to someone about [same interest] with" she begs over dramatically to sell her point making Dom shake his head and laugh. "So what do you say y/n are you in" Finn asks with a slight hint of fear.

They all wait with anticipation until finally "Yes!" y/n smiles enthusiastically they had been waiting for this moment since they joined WWE they finally had a group. "Welcome to the family" says Finn giving y/n a hug which they happily gave back. "Not fair y/n is now my new best friend I should be hugging them" said Rhea joining in the hug. "Now I feel left out" Dom piped up jumping into the hug which gained a eye roll from Damian who wrapped his arms lazily around the group hug.

"Now the family is complete" Whispers Rhea with a huge smile.

(First request done I hope this was okay! I had so much fun writing it and hopefully overtime get to do more scenarios with the judgment day)

[ddejavvu]

Would love nsfw A&H for Aaron Hotchner , you always show his character so well !!

request a letter of the alphabet for your favorite character!

thank you :')) this post is 18+, minors dni.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

i think he's phenomenal after sex. he's caring and considerate and will get an ice pack if you're sore, or an extra blanket if you're cold. he'll wait for the stimulation of your orgasm to die down to clean you up, and he'll soothe you if you whine about still being sensitive. he'll probably kiss your forehead and offer to take you into his arms, but he'd understand if you didn't want to be all cuddly right away. he'll wait for you to fall asleep first, or if you're not sleeping afterwards he'll help you right all of your clothing and he'll triple check that you look normal and that you're moving okay before you leave

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

decently groomed, although when he's travelling for work or too busy to even go home at night it gets overlooked sometimes. he's got a moderately thick patch of wiry dark hair just above his cock and it doesn't ever get too big or too long unless he's been away from a razor for a few days. i think he tries keeping it up just because it seems to fit his professional air. suits pressed, ties straight, pubes shaved <3

[ctimenefic]

just had to write this out of my brain, I'm sorry pierresteban lorekeepers if I have fucked up the dynamic, I'll go back to my corner at once

2k of post-Brazil stuff tentatively titled something like slow lane, fast lane, parallel lines

Pierre didn’t pack a podium-worthy outfit for the triple header. Certainly not for Brazil. A party outfit, sure, in case Charles did well – that’s still fucked, a crumpled bundle rank with sweat at the bottom of one of his cases, shipped back home without him two weeks ago after Austin. He hadn’t seen this coming.

No one had seen this coming. 

He has to settle for a creased button up, undone so far the team will be able to see his heart still thudding against his ribs, hours after the last bubbles swirled away into the standing water on the track. It’ll do; he tries to smoulder into the mirror, but he can’t stop smiling. It’s just going to get soaked with sweat anyway, in whatever bar backroom they’ve secured. It was Harriet, he heard, shaking with hope from the moment the red flag came, ringing round Sao Paulo venues with broken Portuguese and her heart in her mouth.

It is strange, being alone for this clutch of minutes, to shower and shave and press cologne against his skin like anointing oil. The team had been all around him the moment he was out of the car, all the way to the hotel. Esteban next to him for hours, hip to hip. Pierre had been warm, despite the rain, the perpetual grey of track and sky.

The shirt is not so white that he’ll look filthy, later, if he’s touched. He undoes another button, just in case. Kiki said, once - if he won, and she wasn’t there. Then it was fine. She’d been joking, maybe, but he hadn’t pressed her. There are many beautiful men and women in Brazil. 

He goes down to the lobby early, already sick of the quiet. He wants the roar back, the force of it against his skin. He wants hands on his back, fingers on his neck, in his hair. Three girls from the team are huddled waiting for a taxi, by the doors, but they hover six inches away now, like without their uniforms he’s unsafe to clasp. Apart, again. 

Pierre drifts away, to the spot where the lobby leaks into a bar and - George Russell is there. As out of place as usual, squinting at his phone, folded up in an armchair that’s too low for him. It turns his knees into a ski slope. He only looks up when Pierre gets right up beside him; then he unbends upright, gets halfway to a handshake before he’s gripping Pierre’s shoulder instead. “Good racing, today,” he announces, like he hadn’t said it hours ago, dripping wet and still horribly sincere, all his natural animosities tucked away.

“Thank you,” Pierre replies, automatic. “I did not think Mercedes were slumming here though?” It is a fine hotel, but not so very nice. The lifts are slow. And Mercedes take up space. They have a sponsor deal, he thinks; some foolish video Charles had sent him last year with a string of emoji. 

Russell snorts. “No. Meeting Alex for our sad bastards dinner.”

Of course. Because for Mercedes, fourth is a disappointment. Which trophy did Russell imagine he’d be snatching today? Pierre’s? Max’s? He hopes Alex charges his meal to Russell’s card. 

“I am going out with the team,” Pierre offers. Immediately feels foolish. He meant- the point was to not invite Russell. It is fun, usually, being rude to him, watching his jaw tic. He is very English about it. 

Now, though, he seems unfazed. His eyebrows jump just a little. “I gathered.” 

His gaze drops briefly down the deep V of Pierre’s shirt. It is perhaps not an achievement with the most notorious homosexual on the grid, but still. There’s some satisfaction to it.

“Where are you- oh!”

The cooldown lap had felt a hundred years long, after an impossibly drawn-out race. Pierre had felt like he could count every drop of spray between his and Este’s cars. 

It is a little like that now, watching Russell’s eyes slide over his shoulder, the way his face changes slowly and utterly. Cheekbones lifted, so his eyes get a little smaller, the start of crows feet at the edges. The top of his face starts smiling before the rest catches up. His shoulders roll too, back and down and open. It happens in a blink, and yet it changes the whole shape of him. Like sunlight through clouds. 

Pierre doesn’t need to look round to guess what he’ll say next. “There he is,” Russell adds, regardless. “Have a good evening, Pierre.” He strides off before Pierre can find the right sniff for such an abrupt dismissal. 

He turns to wave at Alex, but he’s already turned back towards the lift, shoulders up around his ears until Russell slings an arm over them. He hears Russell teasing: “Don’t be a lazybones, Albono, you’re on the fourth floor, we can walk it.”

And then they are gone, and the girls from the team come to collect him for the car, and they are squashed up close enough that he does not have to think about it for too long. Just long enough. 

How many people look at him like sunshine? He had friends like that, once. More than one of them, once.

Tonight, he will say something gracious. Tell Esteban he raced better. That Pierre could not have caught him if he tried. (Perhaps not if he tried. Perhaps that is ungracious. Perhaps he should not remind Esteban that he is the better teammate. That he is keeping the team.) He has a whole taxi ride to find the right words, the olive branch that Esteban will not reject, or discard, or ignore.   

They will hug, and it will not be the last time. The Haas is not so bad; that will help. And ten, or twenty years from now, Pierre can walk into a room somewhere in France, some gathering of old men who raced fast cars, and someone will smile to see him. 

It is twenty minutes to Harriet’s bar. By then he can see it; where in windswept Normandy it will be. Snow on the ground and overcast. He will keep most of his hair, he decides, somewhat against the odds; he gives Esteban a little gut but fewer lines, no jowls. Silver in his stubble, but not his hair. Comfortable shoes. Bracelets on their wrists. 

The bar is good, for a last minute get. The staff on the door know his face, gesture him through. There are beautiful people in clusters, grapes on the vine, ready for picking. And on the dancefloor, Alpine, Alpine, Alpine. In the centre of it, Esteban, tall even there. 

There’s a whoop from near the edge of the throng as someone spots him - one of the pit crew, Marc. It spreads, fast, a sea of heads turning his way, a cheer Pierre thought he might not hear again. They tug him in, hands on his shoulders, back, feet already bouncing, the strange wistful sadness in his stomach already lifting as he raises his hands, shouts with joy and-

Esteban looks across to Pierre and smiles like clouds parting.

---

The carpet in the hotel stairwell has a dizzying pattern, geometric but impossible for the eye to follow. Or perhaps only impossible for someone who has been awake for 24 hours now, staring at it in the half-dark of emergency exit signs. But Pierre has to try, has to trace the thick black lines up and left and down over and over, or the choking gluk sounds Esteban is making round his cock will drive him mad. Tip him over ten seconds into the best-worst blowjob of his life. 

They had taken the stairs because it would be quicker than the ancient lifts. Not quick enough, for Esteban. Despite the risk, Pierre does not want to make up the distance. He wants this to last.  

Esteban pulls off for a moment; his smile is a slice of white in the darkness. Pierre doesn’t mean for his hand to drop to his face, thumb along his bottom lip, down his chin, but it does so anyway. He catches Esteban’s spit on his thumbpad; sucks it into his own mouth. There’s salt to it. 

“You are very wet for me,” Esteban murmurs, matter-of-fact, and Pierre gives up on the carpet, shuts his eyes and lets his head fall back into the corner with a thunk. He has been wet all day, drenched in rain and champagne and sweat. What is one more? He can feel it, the way precome rolls down the underside of his dick to Esteban’s fingers, until Este’s tongue drags back over him, a long side up the inches he cannot fit in his hand. 

(“It’s bigger,” he’d said, and Pierre had failed to hide his smirk. He hadn’t made it up, tripod. And Esteban’s hands are bigger now, too.)

His shirt is undone, bunched at his elbows where hands - some familiar, some strange - had dragged it down to trace the shape of his shoulders, the rise and fall of his arm muscles. He’d tugged it back up in the car back, but not enough to stick, not with Este’s long fingers at his neck. It makes him feel on display now, naked from his thighs up, Esteban’s dark head the only modesty he’s been afforded. 

He’s cold where Esteban had slicked down his happy trail with his tongue. It makes him shiver when Este gets back to bobbing back and forth, and his hair whispers over Pierre’s stomach. He has been touching him all night, never a hand off him, and yet Pierre is still so sensitive to each new collision. He can feel Este grin, smug, around him, like he’s noticed. It doesn’t rankle like it should. 

Esteban divebombs down Pierre’s dick again, and he comes before he can get out a warning, choking on thick air, hot and tight in his lungs. Este surfaces seconds later, cracks Pierre’s mouth open with a finger and thumb on his jaw, and feeds him his come in long, loving licks around his teeth. He’s still got his other hand wrapped around Pierre’s softening dick. As Pierre blinks up at him, stupefied, those clever fingers slide to cup his balls instead. A single digit taps at his taint. 

“Dry here,” Esteban muses. Pierre’s mouth falls open, panting. He thinks his come must still be gleaming on his tongue. He can still taste it. “We can fix that.”

And then there is light, crashing through the dark, as the door to the stairwell on the floor above opens, and the perpetual glow of the corridor shines through. Pierre clutches Este to him like cover. The bastard still has all his clothes on, at least, even if Pierre’s bare thighs are obvious either side of his too-skinny frame. 

The shaft of light falls a little to their left, not quite a spotlight. Perhaps they will not be noticed. Perhaps there is still enough luck for one more miracle. 

Soft steps, on the stairs. And then-

“Fuck,” someone hisses from above them. 

Not someone. Familiar. Far too English. 

Someone who should not be in the stairwell of the Williams team hotel at 4am. But. Pierre is in no position to throw stones. His stones are still in Esteban’s large, warm hand. 

Esteban is being no help. He snickers into Pierre’s neck for a moment, so lightly his lips barely leave his skin. Then: “Take the lift, George,” he calls, apparently deciding plausible deniability is for other motherfuckers. 

His voice is a little rough. Well-used. 

Russell, at least, understands how to play the game. It is silent, except for the hurried steps up and away. The whine of the door. 

“Shit,” Pierre groans. Esteban’s finger presses again at the space between his arse and his balls. “Shit,” Pierre says again. It echoes differently. Higher. 

Esteban is snickering again. “Always so dramatic,” he chides. But his hands are gentle as he pulls Pierre’s slacks back up his legs; does up precisely one button on his shirt and slides his palms down the sides like that will make him presentable for the CCTV in the corridor. “Come on, two floors more to mine. I shall have to fuck you in the morning, you are too spooked now.” 

Pierre doesn’t like the needy sound he makes; Esteban’s eyes gleam. He won’t beg for it, but: “When is your flight?” Pierre’s is late, commercial. They book different flights, more often than not. Esteban’s gaze wavers for a second. But only down to Pierre’s mouth, his navel, and back up. 

“The same. It is the same. I asked- said to change it. After. At the track.” Este must bite his lip – his bottom teeth disappear for a moment. Pierre wants the light back, wants to see his face. “We were-” he says the rest with his hands, palm to palm, parallel – two cars moving in sync around a curve. “And in the cooldown. You smiled at me.”

“I smiled?”

Este huffs. It is just enough like his cruel silences to make Pierre feel alert again, hands twitching to grasp a wheel he cannot see.  “I cannot change it back. It will be sorted by now.” 

There is an inch between them that has not been there all night. Esteban’s weight shifts, like he means to step back further. Pierre has to lunge for him, cram their mouths together. They had not done this at the bar. Touching, yes, everywhere they could get away with, but this was different. Private. 

Este whines a little into the kiss. His fingers get grabby again.

“Fuck me now, and later,” Pierre demands against his mouth. Esteban nods; in the dark his lips leave a smear against Pierre’s temple. 

His echo sounds like a promise. “Now and later.” 

[berryhobii]

Holly molly! I have just discovered you and let me tell you, you are fantastic. I think I speak for the readers when I say we can see ourselves though your work, and that makes us feel represented. Thank you so much! <3

I have an idea for a drabble, and since you are accepting requests I hoped you could write about it: a really independent reader having a horrible day but not wanting to let anyone know and fiance!Yoongi noticing and being her rock/support

Thanks for your request! Long haired Yoongi has been plaguing me for months and the thought that we won’t get that back for a while has me sliding down a wall😭😭enjoy this cute little thing about Yoongi being an awesome fiancé during reader’s small overstimulated breakdown. I also added a bathtub scene because why not?

~

Your horrible day started when you got to work that morning. You actually felt really good about how you dressed and did your hair today. It was a successful wash and go style. Months of trial and error had made you an expert in managing an effortless style. Apparently for your boss though, your hair wasn’t deemed “professional” for the workspace. He called it unruly and told you to get it together by tomorrow.

Then you accidentally spilled your morning Starbucks on your brand new blouse. The lid wasn’t all the way secure so when you lifted it to your mouth, it opened and got all over you. At least your pants didn’t get ruined and good thing you liked iced coffee instead of hot.

You kept backup clothes under your desk just for that though. The incident with your shirt caused you to be 15 minutes late to your meeting. It felt awkward as you slipped in the room, everyone’s eyes staring daggers into you as you shuffled to your seat. Thankfully, it wasn’t your turn to present so you still had a chance to impress them with your work.

But it also turns out that karma was an evil bitch because guess who left their flash drive in your laptop at home?!

Embarrassment couldn’t even begin to describe how you felt, your smile waning as you apologized for your mishap and promised to have it by tomorrow.

After a berating from your boss which was packed with micro aggressions, you went back to your desk to have a mini breakdown in peace which didn’t even get a chance to start since you found your chair gone once you got there. One of your coworkers explained that they needed extra chairs for a larger meeting so they “borrowed” yours. And was it just a coincidence that yours was the only one missing despite your desk being nowhere near the door?

Your brain was on overdrive, nerves overstimulated and tears ready to flow down your face. Everything was too much right now.

Deciding take a half day, you rushed out to your car, dropping your brand new scarf in a muddy puddle caused by the rain yesterday.

You wanted to scream so badly but you fought back the emotions. You’d be home soon.

Yeah. Home. That’s where you needed to be.

At least your parking spot was free…….and no it wasn’t. A moped was in its place. Great. Why the hell did those things even need full parking spaces? They were half the size of a car!!

You found another after double and triple checking it wouldn’t get your car towed because that would just be the icing on the cake.

Your apartment was warm when you entered, the scent of your favorite candles hitting your nose. That could only mean one thing…..

He was home.

Your body itched to seek him out and melt your worries in the warmth of his embrace, to let the world fade away under his nimble hands, and let your brain finally turn off as his deep voice lulled you to sleep.

But you couldn’t….

Growing up, you never had a very good support system. Your family often minimized your worries and needs, forcing you to care for yourself. You had no one to express your emotions to, no one to depend on in those dark moments. You only had yourself and while you convinced yourself that was okay, you knew deep down it wasn’t.

Then you met Yoongi. At first, you kind of ignored him, not feeling vulnerable enough to have a relationship yet. Your last one was with a guy who tried to guilt trip you into becoming a stay at home wife but that was never your style. You didn’t want to be dependent on someone like that. You wanted your own money and career to fall back on and develop. That guy kind of put you off relationships as a whole.

But Yoongi was never like that. He never tried to force you to do anything you didn’t want. He cooked and cleaned, did laundry and never complained. You did your part as well but even on those days where you didn’t, Yoongi would just pick up the slack. You’d always feel bad, insisting you’d do more housework but he’d just wave you off.

“It’s fine. I got it. I’m at home all day anyway. If you touch that broom, I’m gonna chain you to the bed but you’d probably like that.”

Yoongi was genuine. He never pressured you or made you feel like you needed to constantly be on guard.

A part of you wished you could be as laid back as him. He completed you. Calmed the storm that constantly brewed in you. Dissipated all of your irrational fears.

He was there for you. Always.

So why could you never stop that bubbling feeling that you were being too needy? Yoongi’s made it perfectly clear that you could rely on him to be a shoulder to cry on. You knew that. You did.

But you just couldn’t.

You could hear him clinking around in the kitchen, probably making himself some lunch. You could also hear music so there’s a chance he didn’t hear you come in the door.

You quietly shuffled through the living room and down the hall to your bedroom. Once inside, you softly closed the door, leaning against it as you felt your body ready to break down. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, the weight of the day finally crushing you.

You inhaled a shaky breath, tears pricking at your waterline ready to fall but you held them back. You wouldn’t cry. Not over this.

Deep breath in. Deep breath out. 1,2,3. You’re fine. Everything’s fine.

A small knock to the door behind you made you pause.

Did he know you were home?

“Bubs, are you in there?” You used to think that pet name was so silly. Just use your actual name, right? But over the years, you’ve grown to adore it. You’ve never been called so affectionately before, not even by your parents.

“Yeah. Sorry.”

Yoongi just hummed. You could hear a little bit of shuffling before it went quiet again.

“I went to the grocery store today and there was a sale on those bulk yogurt drinks you really like. I almost got shoulder checked by this grandma. I didn’t know old people could move so quickly.”

You felt yourself chuckle a little, your fingers twisting your engagement ring around.

“But guess who got the last pack of them?”

“Did you really fight a grandma for yogurt? You’re a grown man, Yoongi.”

“Hey, I wasn’t about to let an old lady punk me.” You could imagine his cute little frown and pouty lips. “Don’t worry though, I gave her my signature sandwich recipe and she gave me a coupon for some meat. We’re having chicken tonight.”

He was so ridiculous. So silly.

He was yours.

Slowly turning around, you grabbed the door handle and opened it, finding Yoongi sitting crossed legged on the floor. He stood when you came into his vision.

His long bangs were tied up in a little ponytail with a tangerine hair clip holding it back. To most outsiders and strangers, your fiancé could look cold and distant and he sometimes acted it but to you, you knew he was gentle and cute. The most compassionate and kindest person you’ve ever met.

You two stared at each other for a few beats before he slowly raised his arms, a wide and gummy smile making his eyes crinkle up.

You couldn’t hold it anymore. The dam finally broke.

You practically threw yourself into his embrace, the tears endlessly pouring from your eyes. Your fingers twisted in the back of his crewneck, holding him tightly as if you’d fade away if you let go.

He wrapped his arms tightly around you, shushing you as he pet your hair gently.

“Today was awful, Yoongi! I s-spilled coffee on m-myself and I was late to my meeting…” You cried into his shoulder, words stuttering as you tried to talk through your tears. “And then I didn’t even have my flash d-drive and my boss told me my hair isn’t‘professional’, whatever that means….” His hand rubbed at your back, remaining silent to let you get everything out. “And I dropped my new scarf in a puddle and there was this dumb little moped in my parking spot! It’s just been an awful day!”

He kissed your temple, rocking you two side to side in an attempt to calm you.

“I know, bubs. It’s over now. I’m here.”

Yoongi let you cry, just holding you and whispering how much he loved you.

After your cries had dwindled to sniffles, Yoongi slowly pulled back to look at you. He pouted his lip at the sight of your wet lashes and red eyes. You looked drained.

His hands cupped both of your cheeks, gently rubbing his thumbs under your eyes to wipe away the streaks.

“My poor baby. You must be so tired.”

You sighed shakily, fluttering your eyes closed. “I am.”

His forehead bumped against yours. “Why don’t I run you a nice bath? Then we can snuggle on the couch? How’s that sound?”

That sounded absolutely amazing.

You opened your eyes. “Will you join me?”

His smile was sweet and full of love. “Of course.”

~

Your body sunk into the warm water. You normally preferred your baths hot as hell but Yoongi had sensitive skin and you didn’t want to irritate that. The temperature of the water didn’t matter much when the heat of your beloved was pressed into your back.

His smooth hands ran all over your body—not in a sexual way but in a soothing and grounding way. Although your body did tingle when he grazed over your nipples.

“Do you feel a little better?” He asked, kissing at your shoulder.

You sighed, “yeah. Thank you, Yoon.”

“Anything, bubs.”

“I’m sorry I’m still kind of bad at coming to you. I was already overwhelmed and I didn’t want to worry you.”

“Look at me.”

You leaned your head back on his shoulder, craning your neck to be able to make eye contact with him. And what beautiful eyes he had.

“Never apologize for that. If you need a moment by yourself, that’s okay. And when you’re ready to find me, come find me. I’ll never turn you away. When I proposed to you, I promised to help you shoulder all of your bad days and I meant that.”

You smiled, moving to press a kiss to his soft lips, your hand coming up to hold the back of his head. His hair felt soft underneath your fingers. “I know. Thank you. I promise to be there for you too.”

“You already are. Just do what you feel is right and when you need me, I’ll be there. You can ruin as many sweaters as I have.”

You snorted a laugh, rolling your eyes. “What am I going to do with you?”

His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer. “You can love me.”

“I already do.”

“Good.”

…..

“Yoongi, are you getting a boner?”

“No.”

“I’m trying to relax, Yoongi! How can you get horny at a time like this? I’m getting out.”

“You’re pressed up against me naked! You should take it as a compliment. Come back!”

…….

“Does that mean bath time is over?”

“Get in here before I change my mind!”

“Yes ma’am.”

[all-risejd]

A New Judgment Chapter 4: Protective Men and Matching Energy (Poly Judgment Day Fic)

Written by Scarletxraine who can’t seem to remember to post to this godforsaken hellsite so has me post here for your enjoyment!

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7.

"I'll do it" She tells Triple H.

"Excellent. Don't tell anyone yet I want their genuine reactions on Friday. Im booking you a flight now. You will fly out tomorrow. Once you land I am having you brought to the performance center for your evaluation and to begin your training. There we will go over the plan. You will fly out separately on Thursday to be there for smackdown and will be in a separate hotel. Once you debut you will be paired with your stable mates." He explains,

"Sir, before I sign this I have one question." She states.

"Ask it?" He prompts

"Will I be expected to kiss or be physical for the storylines?" She asks her voice more timid than she would like it to be with her new boss.

"It is a strong possibility, Nessa. But if it doesn't seem natural, we will scrap it so if you aren't comfortable it can be negotiated. We'll go over the details when I see you Wednesday, tomorrow is just training and testing." He offers. She says goodbye and hangs up the phone and begins packing, knowing she has to pack for at least 2 weeks. She pauses as the phone rings.

Dom's name flashes across the screen, she lets it ring knowing she is at risk of slipping up and letting him know if she answers. She isn't at all surprised when the phone rings again and it is a different member of the Judgement Day, and one she doesn't expect. She answers the phone apprehensively,

"Hello."

"Hello, Luv, Dom Dom is freaking out because you won't answer him." Finn's voice comes through and Nessa starts biting her thumbnail.

"I just can't talk to him right now, he went from being a ghost to literally blowing up my phone every day. It's too much, I need air, I need to think, to breathe." She explains, pacing across the room trying to keep from saying what she can't.

"Look he asked me to call and I am sorry he is so overbearing with this. I'll have a talk with him. But luv." He says, trying to make sure he has her attention.

"Yeah,"

"He still cares deeply for you and wants to earn your forgiveness. He wants you to be a part of his life even as just a friend. He just doesn't know how to communicate that without smothering you."

"Thanks, Finn, you know I wouldn't peg you as the voice of reason." She compliments

"Darlin, you could peg me as anything you want!" He responds and Nessa can't say anything besides the squeak of air that just left her. "Calm down luv I'm just joking, you are too easy to rile up", His accent seems thicker as he speaks.

"You all are going to be the death of me, I just know it." She finally manages to choke out and Finn laughs.

"Look, we hope you enjoyed the show and also hope you decide to join us. If not just keep in touch, for Dom's sake." He asks with true concern in his voice which makes Nessa nod in agreement even though he can't see it. "Are you nodding even though I can't see it?" He asks, letting out a laugh again.

"Uh yeah, I was, sorry."

"It's ok, look I'm gonna go so we can get some rest, we have an early flight out tomorrow and we are staying at Dom's place just giving you fair warning. I'll keep him from going to your place so you can have your space." He promises and Nessa smiles, some of the anxiety leaving her body.

"Thank you, Finn, that is really sweet."

"No problem princess, have a good night." He hangs up the phone and Nessa is thankful for what he promised even though she won't be home. She tosses her phone on the bed and continues packing wondering what mess Rey has gotten her into. Her alarm goes off early in the morning and she continues to lay in bed, scrolling through her unread messages from the day before.

From Dom Dom-

Monday 8:45 am

I'm sorry mi cileto I can't say I'm sorry enough for what I did. There is no excuse.

Monday 9:30 am

Are you ok? I haven't heard from you since yesterday.

Monday 10 am

Nessa I am starting to get worried.

Monday 11am

Mi sol, I want to make sure you are ok and to set up a time to talk. You deserve to know why I did what I did. I want to know what to do to make things right and at least be your friend.

Monday 11:30 am

I deserve this

Monday 12pm

Mi vida, you are probably at work and I don't know why I didn't think about that, I am sorry for the constant messages. I'll try again when you are supposed to be off work.

From- tall dark and broody

Monday 11:30 am

Chiqui I'm sorry Dom Dom is blowing up your phone, I took care of it. Enjoy.

From Dom Dom

Monday 7pm

Enjoy the show Reinita, just give me a chance to earn your forgiveness, please.

Nessa rolls her eyes and decides to leave him on read a taste of what he did to her, she is going to see him later that week anyway and she will hear him out then. Until then he can suffer. She knows Finn has her back on this. She notices she has some time to kill before she has to leave for the airport, so she decides to call Rhea

"Good Morning Doll, to what do I owe this honor?" she asks, letting out a Yawn.

"Sorry if I woke you Demi, but I told Finn and I am going to tell you. I need space, I need time. Dom is blowing up my phone and I need space to think. He wants me to forgive him and I will, I have, but I need space and he needs to earn my trust."

"Oh sweetpea, of course, I'll make sure he gives you that space. Do you need that from all of us? If so, we will do that too. We don't want to pressure you." Rhea agrees.

"Thank you, and no you guys don't blow up my phone and call me at work" Nessa sighs.

"Well, that's good then. We are about to head to the airport. I'm assuming Finn told you we are staying with Dom Dom this week. Maybe we can meet up for lunch just as friends, no pressure." Rhea asks.

"Uh, not this time Demi. I'm not quite ready, my head is all over the place but next time I promise ok?" Nessa lies trying to keep her ass covered so she doesn't get in trouble. She can hear Rhea's smile drop as she responds.

"Oh ok. I'm sorry. No, yeah, I'll let you know next time we are in town. Talk to you later"

"No No Demi It's not like that!" She panics hoping Rhea doesn't hang up.

"It's fine really Nes." Comes Rhea's voice still clearly disappointed.

"No really, I'm not going to be in town when you are here."

"Why?" Rhea asks, sounding a little less disappointed. Nessa doesn't answer, however. "Why won't you be in town? Don't you have to work?..." She trails off at the end. It takes her a moment but the answer clicks in her head. "Oh my god", She whispers, "No fucking way doll!"

"Shhhh, I had no choice, all the calls got me in trouble and the meddling put a target on my back." Nessa tries to shush her and continues, "It is supposed to be a secret to get genuine reactions so please don't spill to the rest of them. Especially Dom. After WrestleMania, he can't always control his expressions." She begs glad at least she didn't hurt her feelings.

"Of course, our little secret sweetheart. I gotta go, the boys are coming" she quickly ends the call.

____________________________________________________________________

Rhea hangs up the phone and quickly slides it in her pocket. Dom walks up and kisses her cheek.

"Who was that Mami?"

"My Mum checking up on me" She answers immediately covering for Nessa.

"Then what is your little secret," Damien asks, grabbing Rhea's bag from her hand and handing it over to Finn.

"She is going to get ice cream without my dad because she needs "me" time" Finn scoffs not believing it but doesn't question it further, Dominik accepts the excuse immediately while Damien is also skeptical and pulls out his phone.

_____________________________________________________________

Nessa starts her car as she gets a text message and decides to open it before driving off.

From- Tall Dark and Broody

"Am I going to see your gorgeous face on Friday Mamita?"

Nessa knows no answer will mean yes again if she doesn't answer and cover so she answers,

"No, I have a shift up until the show starts. I'll be late tuning in, but I look forward to seeing what you guys will do. Stay safe and keep Dom safe please." She asks hoping he buys it.

"Of course Mariposa, you too. Don't let those human Petri dishes get you sick, we want you healthy and happy."

Nessa rolls her eyes and doesn't respond to that and starts her drive to the airport knowing Olivia is going to pick her car up.

Nessa gets back to her hotel room near midnight, walking with a slight limp, sore from all the tests they put her through and her training. She checks her phone for the first time in hours and feels bad about some of the missed messages.

She responds to Olivia and Rhea and shoots a quick generic response to the rest, apologizing saying she was kept late at work which isn't exactly a lie.

"Oh my god how do you do this all the time?" Nessa complains to Rhea

"You get used to it eventually, are you ok?" Rhea answers,

"Yes, just sore. I passed the necessary tests and had my first training session. I have to do it again tomorrow and fly out Thursday. Also, I think I've been had. Luis and Finn have texted me asking if I am going to be there Friday. I told them I am working a later shift but I don't think they believe me. I don't want to get in trouble if they don't seem surprised when I show up." She answers, ranting. Rhea must be able to tell she is spiraling because her phone starts to ring.

"Hey." She groans.

"They may be suspicious but they don't know, they won't give you up. Trust me you won't get in trouble. He is looking more for Dom Dom's reaction anyway. So calm down, you got this." Rhea comforts her.

"If you are sure. Thank you for listening." "Anytime Nes, now tell me what story he wants to go for." She pries.

"Oh no that is all you are getting, I'm going to bed, I have another long day tomorrow then a flight to catch Thursday to make sure I am in town for the show. Goodnight Demi." Nessa avoids the question, not having processed what she was told enough to explain.

Friday morning she is awoken by her phone ringing before her alarm was set to go off. Without thinking or checking the caller id she answers it.

"Finally, Mi Corazon I have been so worried." He sighs in relief and something in Nessa snaps, she is not awake enough to control her mouth.

"You weren't worried when you ghosted me, Dominik. I'm just doing the same to you. I need space and time to think I know Finn has told you. You want my forgiveness, don't smother me, you can't go from nothing to the complete opposite and blow up my phone." She throws her arm over her eyes and continues. "And I'm not your heart or any of the other nicknames to you anymore, I am Nessa or Nes. You don't have that right anymore. You lost it when you dumped me over text and then proceed to ghost me for half a year." There is silence on the other end to the point where she thinks he hung up until she hears him take a shaky breath.

"I have no excuse for what I did Nes. I want to make it right. If you want space you got it. Just tell me what else to do." He tells her, his voice softer than she has ever heard it and her heart aches for him.

"Dom you are clearly trying and for that, I give you credit, you are working to it. And when I say space I don't mean go ghost again. Just not so much ok please." She explains as her alarm starts going off on her phone.

"Oh, I'm sorry for waking you, I know you have to work late. Hopefully, you can catch some of the show tonight." He sounds like guilt is filling him.

"It's ok Dom, some of the kids will have it on in their room so I'll be able to catch some of it. Kill it out there for me ok?" She offers the small peace offering feeling bad at how harsh she was a few minutes earlier.

"Look when we are back in town I want to give you an explanation. You deserve that much, could we meet up for lunch, you choose where." He asks, stopping her from hanging up. She chews on her lip for a moment before answering,

"Yeah, that would be fine Dom. I'll see you around." She ends the call and groans as she gets out of bed and gets dressed and grabs her bag ready for her ride to the arena.

___________________________________________________________________

Ness is pacing in the backstage office they have her in, having just changed into the clothes they picked out of her suitcase so she would match the Judgement Day to hammer home where her allegiances are. She is pulled out of her thoughts by a knock on the door and a voice on the other side.

"Are you decent?" Comes the voice of Triple H.

"Uh yeah come in," She stutters, her nerves making her hands shake.

"How are you doing, nervous?" He chuckles seeing her wring her hands in an attempt to self-soothe.

"Yeah actually, any advice?"

"Just be yourself. You know what to do and say. For all promos. Are you comfortable with the physicality of the plan? Did you practice enough this week?" He asks wanting to make sure she is going to be safe.

"Yes, I am fine with it."

"Good, you are going to be escorted to your place in the crowd so you can get noticed at your queue.. And once again welcome to the family" He holds out his hand to shake and she meets it feeling better from their talk.

She follows the employee Triple H brought to escort her to her seat, surprised at how fast he is making her move and the fact that she sees no superstars. It only takes a few minutes before she is in her seat a guard on either side of her, the crowd starting to roll in. She is shocked again by how many fans are noticing her as they fill in the seats around her. They are whispering to each other before smiling at her and waving. She sheepishly waves back, not used to the attention.

The show eventually starts, with Nessa trying to avoid attention and keep her head down as much as possible so an accidental camera shot can't give her away to the Judgment Day backstage. Eventually, Triple H's music starts and Nessa sighs in relief, all the anxious energy building up and she gulps trying to keep her mouth from drying out. She only half pays attention to what he says as he talks about the future and the draft coming up. Soon enough he introduces The Judgment Day and steps out of the ring as their music starts. Nessa stands up with the crowd which is a mix of cheers and boos.

She watches as Triple H shakes each member of The Judgement Day's hand before disappearing backstage. She is thankful the crowd remained on their feet so this next part would be easier for her. She makes her way to the barricade as they enter the ring and grab mics. She rests her hands on the barricade ignoring the people patting her shoulder and cheering as Rhea tells everybody to rise for her.

Nessa chuckles to herself the boys haven't noticed her yet. Rhea finishes speaking and Nessa knows that Finn is next talking about his match with Edge. How he is still standing and Edge is nowhere to be seen. It is finally Dom's turn he raises the mic to his mouth and the crowd boos so loud she can barely hear what he is saying so he pauses until they stop so he can try again.

"I decided not to show aggression towards my dad." The crowd boos more so Nessa takes the opportunity. She has the guard with her help her onto the barricade where she sits swinging her legs until the people in the ring notice her, the people behind her laugh while the rest of the crowd Boo's Dominik as he tries to talk.

"Hey we got all night!" Finn addresses the crowd looking around at them. He is the first to notice Nessa sitting on the barricade and he smacks Damien's shoulder pointing her out as Dom tries to speak again.

"I'll stand here all night!" Dom yells into the Mic and Nessa can still barely hear him so she exaggeratingly cups her ear smirking. The crowd quiets down again and she sees that Dom notices her on the barricade, his eyes wide and mouth open in shock. Rhea is doubled over laughing seeing Nessa wearing the She's My Mami t-shirt cut how she normally wears it like a sports bra, a purple bandana tied to her wrist.

Damien gestures for Nessa to join them in the ring, the crowd cheering wondering what is going to come next. She hops off the barricade and up the steel steps. Both Dominik and Damien sit on the middle rope and push up the top rope to create an easier opening for Nessa to get in the ring. She pauses on the apron unsure of which way to face when entering the ring. She looks between Dominik and Damien and chooses to face Damien, knowing if she looked at Dominik she might stumble. She locks eyes with Damien and the corners of his lips twitch like he is trying to suppress a smile. Nessa doesn't hide hers as she stands up in the ring. Damien offers his arm again and leads her over to stand by Rhea as Dom tries to speak again over the crowd chanting

"You suck"

"You know who sucks. A father who tells you to break up with the woman you love. A father who lays his hands on his only son. I held back at Wrestlemania. I pulled my punches because I knew at the end of the day, I could not hurt my own father. Especially in front of Mamita, who loves him like a father. I love my dad. I couldn't hurt him even though he caused me to hurt such a lovely woman. But I can't say the same for him. He brought my Mamita to hurt me, to manipulate me and it hurt her. Because when I stood in front of him I could see the anger in his eyes." He continues on in Spanish complaining about what kind of father spanks his son on tv and switches back to English and holds an arm out to Nessa. Nessa looks to Rhea who nods in permission, so she walks over and smiles as he wraps his arm around her shoulders. "But I understand where the lines are drawn dad and as far as we are concerned. You and the rest of my family can go to hell and take Bad Bunny and the rest of your little friends with you." He whispers in Nessa's ear as the crowd continues to boo. "Thank you" He kisses her temple.

Together they watch as the replay shows on the titantron and Rhea laughs as Bunny goes through the table. Nessa can't help but laugh as well, Rhea's joy being contagious. Rhea lifts the mic to her mouth again addressing Nessa, "Good choice mini me"

Instead of saying anything Nessa instead mimics Rhea and sticks out her tongue and Rhea matches the energy to cheers from the crowd. Damien's deep chuckle sends shivers down Nessa's spine before he starts speaking and she doesn't take her eyes off him as directed.

As soon as he is finished speaking Rey's music comes on and the match is announced. Nessa steps out of Dominik's arms and takes a step back as the LWO enters the ring. Rey steps towards Nessa to talk to her like he promised on Raw, only for Rhea and Dominik to step in front of her. Damien pulls her behind him and Finn as well. Keeping his hand on her wrist.

After a tense minute, Damien turns to Nessa, "Come, Mamita, Let's get you away from them so the match can start." He gently guides her to the ropes where Finn is already on the other side. Damien opens the ropes for her again and she gets out and Finn holds his hand out to help her down the stairs. Rhea jumps out of the ring and stands by Nessa and the match begins.

[neptune-lover]

Pregnant? Pt 2

hi guys welcome back this is part two to my pregnant series I'm working on a few ideas rn they are just in the starting phase but hopefully I can get those out and start a master list if the stories I plan to do anyways I hope you guys enjoy

Tag list @moxkindagirl

Tw: talks of pregnancy, mentions of death and miscarriage, mentions of vomit/throwing up and mentions of sex(this is through out the entire story btw and this will be multiple parts)

It was now 10 am both Y/n and Rhea never went back to sleep. Everyone was now awake in the house. Dominik decided to make strawberries and cream crepes as it's y/n's favorite breakfast to eat. She didn't feel sick the rest of the morning and because of it being smackdown tonight and it just so happened to be in the city where the couples home was they didn't have to travel far today which made Y/n very happy. All 5 of them were members of Judgement day but the group already knew Y/n wasn't scheduled to be on the show tonight so she called Hunter (triple H for those who don't know) and let him know she wouldn't be in the building as she didn't feel good. The others however all had either fights or promos to do so Rhea took the lead and called in reinforcement. Who was the reinforcement you may ask well it was three of Y/n's best friends in wwe who they knew weren't scheduled to be on tonight. They were Becky, Seth and Liv. All people who either helped train her or had been by her side dating back to her NTX days especially Becky and Liv they were her best friends and Seth decided to come with Becky to come help cheer Y/n up. "So how exactly did you feel last nigh" Liv asked curious as she had a cousin who was a nurse so she knew a bit about health and medical stuff. "Well it was kinda just out of the blue I woke up and felt super sick and like throwing up" Y/n said "Ok well have you felt like that at all the rest of the day" Becky now asked as the wheels in her brain started turning. Y/n replied "Nope I've actually felt fine the rest of the day just a but restless and sleep and haven't been tired since I woke up" "ok and remind me what time this was again" Seth now said now believing he was thinking the same as his wife. "Ok I get you guys are trying to help but what's with all the questions" Y/n asked slightly agitated now with all the questions. Becky replied "Well what's your description sounds like morning sickness which is common in pregnancy" "That's exactly what I was starting to think" Liv and Seth said at the same time. Seth chimed in again "I remember Becky struggled with that a decent amount when she was pregnant with Roux"." Wait so you guys think I'm pregnant " Y/n said in a shocked tone "Well I'm not saying you 100% are but it's possible especially if you guys have been having unprotected sex especially recently" Becky explained. Silence filled the room Liv was the one to break it "Do you have any tests here or do you need to buy one or two" "Two would be more ideal because it's better to do two than one I remember my first test was negative then I took another it was positive I went to the doctors later that day and turns out I was pregnant" Becky said. "I can go drive to a store real quick and pick up a two pack if you don't have any" Seth offered. "Well this was never expected this early so we don't have any so if you wouldn't mind running to grab some I would appreciate it" Y/n said in a hushed tone. "Ya I'll go run right now" and with that Seth left the three girls alone while he went to go buy some pregnant tests.

That's all for part 2 I hope you guys enjoyed and part 3 will be out soon beyyyy

[gabby297]

You Look So Pretty, Pretty Like The Sun - Chapter 12

Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 , Chapter 3 , Chapter 4 , Chapter 5 , Chapter 6 , Chapter 7 Chapter 8 , Chapter 9 , Chapter 10, Chapter 11

link to ao3: chapter 11

Over the next torturously boring days, Buck's concussion passed, and he was finally cleared to go back on duty. While Buck had those days off, Tommy didn't, so as much as they enjoyed the full day at Tommy's, he did have to go home the next day.

Tommy checked in on him whenever he had free time—quick texts between flights, the occasional FaceTime during breaks— but it wasn't the same as having him there. The loft felt colder, as well, when he was back in it alone. A touch too quiet. Yet, he swallowed down the loneliness and bunkered down, only leaving once to say goodbye to Christopher and get a tiny part of his heart torn out in the process.

All in all, being benched sucked.

So when Buck was finally allowed to return to work, he practically leapt at the opportunity. But it wasn't quite the same. The firehouse was still being cleaned and getting to a stage where it could start being repaired after the fire, so on their first day back as a team, Buck spent most of the time packing up equipment and cleaning. They had to sort through what could be salvaged and brought over to the 133 firehouse, where the 118 would temporarily be stationed.

It was a weird thought, and an even weirder feeling. To leave the 118 station, a place where he spent over seven years, where he built his family and felt at home. Even though he knew they would return, it still felt like he was wrapping up a part of his life in boxes and hitting the road again.

Nonetheless, he took the boxes, put them in the trucks and set off.

The new station, from the quick tour they were given, was pretty similar to their own. Buck met the team, shook hands, and introduced himself. It wasn't bad by any means. But it didn't feel like home the way the 118 did. The dynamic was different—fine, just not the same. The 133 crew didn't seem to have that tight-knit bond Buck had grown used to. When they weren't on call, they didn't stick around to hang out like his team did.

He tried to make the best of it, offering help where he could. The new probie, in particular, kept mostly to himself, and Buck noticed a hint of panic in the guy's eyes when he tried to offer him a tip. Buck had just been showing him how to properly pull the hose line when Ravi happened to walk by, grinning like he knew something the new kid didn't.

"Trust me if he brings out the chainsaw, run for your life," Ravi quipped, causing the probie's eyes to widen further.

Buck barely managed to stifle a groan as he laughed and walked away.

"It wasn't like that."

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The 133 did have one glaring disadvantage: it was all the way across the city from Buck's place, which meant his usual commute more than tripled, greedily cutting into whatever free time he had. A few days dealing with that? He could manage. But stretching it into weeks? That was a whole different story.

A week and a half later, the exhaustion was rubbing Buck's nerves raw. He was tired when he woke up, tired during calls, and even more drained when he came got. His schedule was relentless, leaving virtually no time for anything outside of work—not for Tommy, Maddie, or even Eddie beyond their shifts. The days blurred together, work becoming the only constant thing that filled his time.

It didn't help that he just recovered from his concussion, and he was beyond sick of the constant fatigue. His muscles ached in ways they hadn't before, his shoulders felt perpetually stiff, and the dull pain in his bad leg had started to flare up more frequently, leaving him with an uncomfortable, nagging cramp.

The physical strain bled into his patience, thinning it dangerously. He became more irritable with his team, snapping over things that usually wouldn't bother him. Chimney was unfortunately the one to feel it. Buck couldn't even remember what comment he made, but Buck felt his temper flare so intensely that it startled him. He had to take a step back, his hands trembling with the effort of holding it together. And on more than one occasion, people he was trying to help—people in distress— seemed to grate at his nerves at times. He was tired, exhausted even, and it showed in more ways than he wanted to admit.

Nonetheless, when Buck managed to squeeze in time for a flying lesson with Tommy early one morning, he got up without a single complaint. He missed Tommy, and not seeing him as often as he had before— even when it had been irregular at the 118—was probably the worst part of this new arrangement.

Tommy, as always, had taken Buck's apologies in stride, brushing them off with that smile and a little nose scrunch and said not to worry about it.

Since both of them had shifts later on, Buck drove straight to Harbor rather than to Tommy's house to pick him up. It was a pity, as it would have meant they got just a tiny amount more time together but at this point, Buck would take any chance to see him even if it was for five minutes.

Pulling in next to Tommy's car, Buck spotted Tommy casually leaning against the passenger door, arms crossed. When Tommy saw him, he smiled that adorable, eye-crinkling smile that always got Buck feeling giddy. Buck couldn't help but return it as he parked, killed the engine, and stepped out of the car.

Without missing a beat, Buck wrapped his arms around Tommy, tightening them as he buried his face into the crook of Tommy's shoulder, breathing in the familiar cologne.

"Mmm," Buck sighed contentedly, his voice muffled by Tommy's clothes. "Missed you."

He felt Tommy's shoulders shake lightly as he chuckled. "I missed you too."

They fell into their familiar rhythm as they made their way toward the chopper Tommy had borrowed for the day. Buck buckled himself in, setting the headset in place with practiced ease. He had gotten to the point where he could practically run through the pre-flight preparations and safety checks on his own, with Tommy supervising. Tommy would throw occasional suggestions or a question to make Buck think, but never in a way that felt condescending or like Buck got it wrong.

Tommy was already teaching him the comms a few lessons ago and Buck had soaked it in like a sponge. Flying was fun, not just in 'my boyfriend is taking me on rides' kind of fun, fun as in a real love for the process of learning.

Once they were up in the air, Buck could understand why Tommy enjoyed it so much. From the distance, when everything looked like ants, it felt like his troubles fell off his shoulders. They weren't as large from up there. It felt kind of peaceful.

They were cruising over LA, with no particular destination in mind, and Buck stared out the window, watching the world below.

"You okay?" Tommy's muffled voice crackled through the headset, pulling Buck from his thoughts.

"Yeah, why?"

"I don't know, you seem a bit quiet," Tommy observed.

Buck liked to think he was pretty open with Tommy. More open than he'd ever been in any previous relationship. He didn't want to keep parts of himself hidden from Tommy. But he also knew if he admitted how bone-tired he felt, Tommy would feel bad for taking him up today. He would have offered to reschedule, insisting that they could hang out another time. Buck didn't want that.

So he didn't tell him.

"Just zoning out at the view. Sorry," Buck offered him a small smile. "What are we learning today, Professor Kinard?"

Tommy looked at him for a moment, something flickering through his face but he didn't push. Instead, he smiled back, accepting Buck's answer for now, and shifted into instructor mode, outlining their plan for the day.

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By the time Buck's shift was over, the sun set long enough for the evening to set in and for everyone to use their headlights. Well, almost everyone, there were always a few idiots on the road at a given point. But Buck wasn't one of them so he put his headlights on and stifled another yawn as he pulled out his phone and opened up his chat with Tommy.

'Hey babe, off now, see you soon x'

He turned on the radio for some background noise and set off. But as soon as Buck merged onto the road, he found himself stuck behind a long line of cars, crawling forward at a painfully slow pace while hitting every red light possible. He sighed heavily, rubbing a hand over his face before cracking the window down and cranking the AC on, hoping the rush of cool air would snap him out of the fog.

It didn't help much.

Once he hit the highway, the brightness of the oncoming headlights felt almost blinding, glaring through the windshield as his vision blurred slightly. Buck gritted his teeth, trying to push through, but after about fifteen minutes, he knew he couldn't keep going like this. Reluctantly, he turned on his indicator and pulled into the hard shoulder.

For a moment, he just sat there, gripping the wheel, trying to think of what to do. A chance of falling asleep behind the wheel wasn't an option—it wasn't worth the risk. He would never forgive himself if he caused an accident like that. But the idea of pulling over to rest, knowing it would only delay him from seeing Tommy even longer, made his chest tighten with frustration. He was already failing to make the most of their limited time together.

Buck pulled out his phone, his thumb hovering over Tommy's name in his contacts but he hesitated. The last thing he wanted was to inconvenience Tommy again. He'd already dumped so much of his mess on him lately so to ask for more felt selfish. Tommy had enough to deal with on his own and Buck should be able to handle this.

With a sigh, Buck switched to the alarm app instead. He set a few alarms, spaced twenty minutes apart—enough to take the edge off. He dropped the phone in the cup holder and closed his eyes, slipping into a light doze almost immediately.

The first alarm went off, its sound muffled in the background, but Buck didn't stir. Neither did he for the second. Nor the third.

He only woke when his phone buzzed for much longer than usual, vibrating persistently with the sound continuously ringing. It stopped briefly, only to start up again moments later.

Groggily, Buck jerked awake, wincing as the stiffness in his neck set in. Blinking a few times, he took a second to orient himself, the surroundings slowly coming into focus.

Cracking his neck, he reached for his phone and squinted at the screen. Tommy's name popped up.

"Evan, where are you?" Tommy's sharp voice came through the moment he picked up the call.

Buck blinked a few more times, his brain still trying to catch up. "What?" he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

"I've been trying to get a hold of you for the past half hour. It's been hours since your last message. Did something happen? Are you okay?"

"Shit," Buck muttered, rubbing his eyes, the fog in his head slowly lifting. He glanced at the dashboard. Sure enough, the clock read just after eleven o'clock. "I pulled over for a few minutes to micro nap. I guess I slept through the alarm."

He heard Tommy sigh in what, if he guessed, sounded like relief.

"Where are you?" Tommy's voice was calmer now, but still a tinge of worry slipped out.

Buck squinted at the road signs nearby and read it off to him. He could hear Tommy exhaling again, calmer this time.

"Okay, I'm on my way. Stay put."

"What? Tommy, no," Buck quickly interjected, sitting up straighter, guilt knotting in his chest. The last thing he wanted was to make Tommy come out for him. "I'm fine. For real. I'll be over soon."

"Evan, I wasn't asking," Tommy replied firmly. "Stay where you are."

Buck hesitated, unsure whether to insist that he could drive the rest of the way or just give in. His silence must have said enough because Tommy spoke again.

"Evan?" Tommy prompted, softer this time.

"Yeah, alright," Buck mumbled, letting out a small sigh as he leaned his head back against the headrest. "I'll stay put."

"Good," Tommy said, the edge in his voice softening even more. "I'll be there soon. Just… don't drive anywhere, okay?"

"Yeah, okay," Buck replied, a mix of guilt and gratitude swirling in his chest. He knew Tommy would come without hesitation, but he hated the feeling like he was causing him extra trouble. Yet, knowing that Tommy was on his way was undeniably comforting.

With the call ended, Buck opened their chat and quickly sent his GPS location to Tommy, making it easier for him to find him. He dropped his phone onto the dash, staring out of the window, his thoughts drifting as he zoned out, waiting.

Even though his eyes fluttered closed once or twice, this time, he didn't actually fall asleep. The anticipation of Tommy arriving at any moment kept him hovering on the edge of awareness, too alert to fully drift off.

A soft series of knocks on his window pulled him back into focus. He turned his head toward the door, and despite the exhaustion clinging to him, the sight of Tommy standing there immediately brought a smile to his face.

Tommy, even though his face looked tense, offered him a small smile and opened the door. Buck unclicked his seat belt and shifted toward him, watching as Tommy scanned him over before extending his hand.

"Hey, ready to go home?" Tommy asked, keeping his voice light.

"I shouldn't leave my car," Buck mumbled, trying to stifle a yawn as he took Tommy's hand, letting him help him out of the car. It was getting ridiculous how often his car seemed to get left behind.

"I got it, baby," Tommy said, as his fingers traced light circles on Buck's hand. "I'll tow it back, don't worry about it. Just go get comfortable in my car."

Maybe if he were more awake, Buck would've put up more of a fight, insisted it was too much and that he could just call to get it towed tomorrow if he wasn't going to drive it. But with a sigh, he surrendered, making his way over to Tommy's car, slightly disoriented but too tired to care.

The warmth hit him instantly as he slid into the passenger seat, the AC that Tommy left on already blowing gently to warm him up. Buck let out a soft moan of relief as he reclined the seat back, the contrast of sinking into comfort after being cramped behind the wheel eased some of the tension from his body.

Through the side mirror, he lazily watched as Tommy went through the motions—securing the tow, double-checking the connection, and then briefly ducking into Buck's car to turn on the hazard lights.

There was something about it—about Tommy being so damn competent—that did it for him, if the weak twitch in his pants was any indication. For a second, Buck glanced down at his crotch sadly, knowing there was no way he could muster the energy to really show Tommy his appreciation.

He kept watching until Tommy finally got back into the driver's seat. Buck gave a soft smile, and a quiet "Hey."

"Hey, yourself," Tommy smiled, shifting over the console to press his lips to Buck's in a quick kiss. "You doing okay?"

"Yeah," Buck mumbled, his head resting back against the seat. "Just a long shift... tired of being tired."

"I know," Tommy said softly, placing his hand on Buck's knee and giving it a light squeeze. "It won't be forever. You can take a nap now if you want."

"I'm good," Buck insisted. He didn't want to sleep now and miss out on seeing him, even if they just sat there.

Tommy didn't push, just kept his hand there for a moment longer before returning it to the wheel. The quiet hum of the road filled the silence between them, while Tommy concentrated on driving back home with his car behind them.

Buck blinked slowly, fighting against the urge that pulled at him, determined to stay awake. His eyes occasionally drifted toward Tommy, watching him in the dim glow of passing streetlights.

Before he knew it, they were pulling into Tommy's driveway. Tommy parked and turned to Buck.

"Come on, let's get you inside," he said gently.

Tommy ushered him inside while he dealt with disassembling the tow and parking Buck's car. Once inside Buck kicked off his shoes by the door and made his way to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water, half-drinking it in one go. The cold liquid was refreshing, but it did little to help.

By the time Tommy came back inside he was stretched out on the couch, staring absently into the room.

"Don't you look comfy," Tommy teased lightly, looking him up and down. "Ready to go to an actual bed?"

Buck shook his head, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. "Can we stay here instead?" he asked, patting the couch beside him. "I wanna spend time with you."

Tommy raised an eyebrow. "How about I bring my laptop to bed, and we can watch something there? That way, I won't need to carry you to bed when you inevitably pass out,"

"What, your back is giving you trouble already?" he joked, earning a playful swat on his arm.

"Come on, up you go," Tommy said, holding out his hand. "To bed with you."

Buck groaned dramatically but took Tommy's hand, letting himself be pulled up to his feet. They made their way to the bedroom where Tommy got the laptop set up while Buck went through his night routine in the bathroom. Buck gathered the discarded clothes from the tiles and looked at them for a moment before deciding to 'fuck it' and threw them into Tommy's laundry basket. He didn't have a shift to go to the next day and he would remember to pick them up before he went home.

Settling under the covers, Buck curled up into Tommy, resting his head on his chest, and sighed as his bones turned into mush.

He made it to the opening credits of a show that Tommy put on before his eyes finally fluttered shut. As he drifted off, he missed the way Tommy pressed a light kiss to his hair and whispered softly, "Told you."

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It wasn't until breakfast that Tommy mentioned anything about last night. Buck was in the middle of eating scrambled eggs when Tommy reached into his pocket, grasped something small, and slid it across the table toward him. Buck blinked down at the piece of carved metal in front of him, his brain taking a second too long to register.

"What's this?" Buck asked, staring at it. It looked scarily like a key, but his mind seemed unable to fully process it yet.

Tommy raised an eyebrow as he took a sip of his coffee. "What do you think it is?" he asked with a teasing glint in his eye.

"A key?" Buck replied, the words coming out as more of a question.

"Brilliant observation," Tommy snickered, setting his cup down with a smirk.

"What…What's it for?" Buck asked, his heart thudding a little faster. Selfishly, he wanted to hear Tommy say it. Another part of him warned not to get his hopes up, afraid he might be misreading the situation. It wouldn't be the first time, and it would break his heart just a little bit if Tommy said it was for something else.

"For you," He responded, "Look, the station is closer to mine than yours, I don't want you to strand yourself again because you're so tired you can't drive. And, I want you to come here whenever you want—even if I'm not home."

"I… Tommy," Buck stammered, the lump in his throat making it hard to speak.

"I mean, it doesn't have to be permanent," Tommy added, his tone shifting, just slightly to uncertain. "Not if you don't want to."

Buck knew that the only way the key would leave him would be if someone had to pry it out of his dead, cold hands.

He snatched the key off the table in case Tommy thought about it more and decided to take it back. He pocketed it, but his hand didn't let go. He kept his fingers wrapped around the key, feeling the metal warming in his palm while his thumb ran over the ridges.

"I don't have a spare of mine, but, uh, I'll make you one," Buck said, a grin breaking out across his face.

"You don't have to," Tommy brushed it off, but there was a twitch in the corner of his lips.

Buck looked at his lips for a moment longer, before he couldn't resist anymore and walked over to pull him into a kiss.

"I know, but I want to," Buck mumbled against Tommy's lips when they pulled apart, a shy smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He wanted Tommy in his space. He wanted to come home and find Tommy already lounging at his place, waiting for him. Or even if Tommy wasn't there, he wanted to see little signs that he had been—catch the faint scent of his cologne or notice things out of place that only Tommy could've touched.

"Yeah?" Tommy's grin widened as he looked at Buck, his eyes lighting up.

"Yeah," He nodded, maybe a bit too eagerly, but he didn't care. He was happy. Really happy.

Buck straddled Tommy's lap, the chair at just the right height for him to balance on his tiptoes, though he didn't need to—not with Tommy's arms wrapped securely around his waist, holding him in place.

Without hesitation, Buck crashed their lips together again. His tongue flicked insistently against Tommy's lips, demanding more. He felt Tommy smile against his mouth, especially when he parted his lips to give Buck exactly what he wanted.

Buck's hands roamed through the expanse of Tommy's chest then slid lower to shove them under his shirt. His touch grew greedier, his palms pressing against the warmth of Tommy's skin as he sought to feel every inch, like he couldn't get enough.

Tommy let out a low hum of approval, his hands sliding down to grip Buck's ass, pulling him closer as he kneaded the flesh.

He pulled away, just far enough so that he could grip the hem of Tommy's shirt, tugging it off and tossing it aside without a care where it landed. Then he was back, pressing himself against Tommy, trailing kisses down his neck, nipping lightly as he went. The little gasps and hums Tommy made in response sent a thrill straight to his cock, only spurring him on.

"Bedroom?" Tommy gasped out, tilting his head to give Buck better access to his neck.

"Too far," Buck mumbled, his hands already moving to Tommy's pants. His fingers fumbled with the button, eager and impatient as he tried to get it undone.

Tommy chuckled and patted his ass playfully. "Get up for a second."

Buck groaned in protest but reluctantly pulled back, standing up to give Tommy space. As Tommy worked on getting out of his pants, he quickly shed his own clothes, his eyes never leaving Tommy. He was just about to hoist himself onto the table when Tommy caught his arm, stopping him.

"Baby, we will break the table," Tommy laughed, his voice a mix of amusement and warning.

"I'll buy you a new one," Buck shot back, rolling his eyes.

"As sweet as that is, I like my table," Tommy shook his head fondly as his eyes flicked around the room. "C'mon, I think I have an idea."

Taking Buck's hand, Tommy led him toward the counter, the one with no overhead cupboards and plenty of space beneath the window. After quickly moving a few things out of the way, he tapped the granite with a mischievous grin.

Buck's smile widened, and without hesitation, he hoisted himself up onto the countertop, his feet briefly brushing against the wooden cabinets below, but that hardly registered when Tommy stepped between his legs and pulled him close, leaving no space between them.

"Genius," Buck mumbled in between kisses as he gripped Tommy's ass and tried to pull him even closer to get some friction. He let out a satisfied grunt when Tommy grounded their cocks together with the delicious friction that made Buck's breath hitch.

"I have my moments," Tommy teased, his voice low, as their kisses grew hungrier.

Buck tilted his head back, eyes fluttering closed as the heat between them grew more intense. His fingers dug into Tommy's back, urging him closer, desperate for more.

"Fuck, Tommy," Buck groaned, his breath hitching as another wave of desire surged through him.

"Tell me what you want, baby," Tommy's voice was rough, his breathing heavy and uneven.

"You," Buck blurted out, without needing to think about it. The need for the man burned through his veins, making it hard to think of anything else. "Fuck me."

Tommy paused for a moment as the words registered in his mind. Buck let out a whine as he pulled away to look at him, his gaze searching for something. Buck really hoped he wouldn't ask if he was sure. Because he was, he was more than sure. He didn't need to talk it through. He needed Tommy's cock in him. Preferably yesterday.

"Bed would be more comfortable," Tommy settled on instead, and Buck released a sigh, almost out of relief.

"I don't care, I just want you," Buck blurted out, the desperation in his voice clear despite his best effort to suppress it. His cheeks flushed slightly at the sound of his own neediness, but he didn't care. He just needed Tommy, all of him, right now.

"Okay," Tommy's smile softened as he pressed a quick kiss to Buck's lips. "But I need to grab the lube."

Buck nodded, his throat tight with anticipation. Tommy pressed one more quick kiss to his lips before pulling away, heading toward the bedroom to get what they needed. Buck watched him go, taking in the sight of his back muscles shifting, his ass moving as he walked away.

As soon as Tommy was out of sight, Buck's hand slid down to his cock, giving it a few slow strokes to take the edge off while he waited.

When Tommy finally returned, holding a small bottle and a packet in his hand, Buck's breath hitched. The sight of him standing there, eyes dark desire, sent another wave of heat rushing through Buck's body. Tommy stepped back between his legs, but instead of leaning in for a kiss, Tommy gently grasped his chin, tilting his head so their eyes locked.

"If it's uncomfortable, or painful, or if you just need a moment—you have to tell me, okay?" Tommy's. "Don't just ignore it or try to brave it out. I need to know."

Still, he nodded quickly, eager to get back to the moment. "Yeah, yeah, I will. Come on, Tommy," Buck insisted, a hint of impatience threading through his voice as he nudged Tommy, wanting him closer again.

Tommy finally relented, his gaze softening as he closed the distance between them, capturing Buck's lips in another heated kiss. He wrapped his arms around Tommy's neck, fully consumed by the kiss, his mind blissfully lost in the taste and feel of Tommy. He barely registered the way Tommy gently leaned him back on the counter and popped the cap of the lube open.

The cool touch of a slicked finger nudging at his entrance made Buck gasp, his body instinctively tensing. But Tommy was there, pressing soft kisses along his cheek, down his jaw, and nibbling lightly at his earlobe.

"Relax, baby, I got you," Tommy whispered, his voice a warm rasp as his lips moved down Buck's neck, placing open-mouthed kisses on his skin.

The tension slowly eased from Buck's body, his legs relaxing to let Tommy work him open. As unfamiliar the sensation was, just the thought that it was Tommy doing it, made any discomfort fade into the background

It also helped that Tommy's finger worked skillfully, curling inside of him that soon drew gasps from him as the pleasure intensified. Heat pooled low in his stomach as his breaths quickened.

"You're doing so good," Tommy murmured against his skin, his hot breath sending shivers down Buck's spine.

"Fuck, Tommy, more," Buck gasped, his fingers digging into Tommy's shoulder blades, the need for him building, almost unbearable.

"Be patient," Tommy whispered as his lips brushed against the shell of Buck's ear.

Buck's breath hitched as Tommy added another finger, the stretch and light burn pulling a groan from deep within his chest. Buck grabbed Tommy's chin, pulling him back into a heated kiss while he tried to get used to the sensation.

Tommy returned the kiss with fervor as his free hand slid down, wrapping around Buck's cock, stroking him slowly, teasing him further as he continued to stretch him open, eventually adding another. It was almost too much, and yet not enough.

Buck whimpered, his chest rising and falling in quick breaths, the tension building unbearably. He wasn't sure he could handle much more of Tommy's slow, torturous pace. His hips shifted on their own, trying to push Tommy's fingers deeper, seeking the release he craved.

When Tommy finally pulled his fingers away, Buck's heart pounded in anticipation. His gaze flicked to Tommy's face, watching him through heavy-lidded eyes as Tommy reached for the condom, then lube again.

Tommy lined himself up, pausing for just a moment, his eyes locking with Buck's. "Ready?"

Buck nodded quickly, unable to form words.

Tommy pressed forward slowly, easing into him with a careful, steady pressure. Buck gasped, his back arching slightly as the stretch filled him, the sensation unlike anything else. It took his breath away.

"I know," Tommy whispered, his voice low and soothing as he continued to ease him open. "I've got you, baby. Breathe."

Buck's fingers curled against Tommy's neck, gripping him tight as he tried to follow Tommy's advice, exhaling shakily as Tommy moved deeper and eventually bottomed out. His heart pounded in his chest, and each breath felt heavier than the last.

"Fuck," Buck groaned, the fullness was almost too much. He shifted slightly beneath Tommy as he tried to adjust to the stretch.

Tommy stilled, as he looked down at Buck with concern. "You okay?”

Buck looked up at him as if seeing him anew. Something deep and raw stirred inside him—an emotion that was too big for words, too overwhelming to name. It wasn't just desire. It was something more, something that clawed at him from the inside out.

Buck craved more. It wasn't enough. The need for Tommy ran through his veins like fire, igniting something primal and raw inside of him. His body yearned for more, not just physically but in every possible way. He needed to be closer, to feel Tommy in a way that went beyond skin and touch.

"Evan," Tommy's voice brought him back to the moment, pulling him out of his spiraling thoughts. "I need some words here."

Buck nodded quickly, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts as he struggled to gather himself. "Yeah, yeah, just—" He let out a shaky breath, his eyes locking with Tommy's. "Just… give me a second."

"Of course," Tommy's hand never left Buck's thigh, his fingers tracing soothing patterns as he waited patiently. "We have all the time in the world."

Eventually, the overwhelming sensation eased, and Buck could breathe again, his body relaxing.

"Okay," Buck finally said, his voice steadier now, his gaze softened as he looked up at Tommy. "I'm good now."

Tommy smiled down at him and obeyed, pulling out slowly before thrusting back in, setting a rhythm that was slow and gentle.

And in that moment, Buck knew—he was completely, irrevocably ruined for any other woman or man.

Everything else fell into a blur as Buck got lost in how good Tommy felt. Tommy slowly picked up his speed, each thrust deeper, more intense, pulling Buck further into the overwhelming sensation. Any coherent thought left his mind, replaced by a non-stop of moans and whimpers that fell freely from his lips.

As Tommy's rhythm turned raw and desperate, Buck sank his teeth into Tommy's neck, his hands raking down his back, nails dragging across his skin. Buck couldn't get enough.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Tommy groaned, his voice strained with pleasure, his control slipping.

It should be fucking illegal for Tommy to talk while inside of him.

The words sent a shudder down Buck's spine, bringing him over the edge.

With one final thrust, Buck's world shattered, the pleasure tore through him, his vision going white as his body convulsed beneath Tommy. His head fell back, lost in the orgasm, his breath coming in ragged gasps as the intensity crashed over him in waves.

Tommy followed seconds later, a groan escaping his lips as he buried himself inside Buck, his own release shaking him.

The world slowly came back to him, unrushed as he was enveloped by Tommy's body around him. Buck blinked slowly, the remnants of pleasure still buzzing through his veins.

Buck hissed as Tommy finally pulled out from him, creating enough space for him to pull off the condom, tie it up and throw it further away. Then he was back in Buck's space, wrapping his arms around him. Buck tucked his ankles over the back of Tommy's leg, trapping him as they kissed lazily, without urgency now—just soft, slow presses of lips.

"I think you ruined the kitchen for me," Tommy said with a soft laugh when he finally pulled away, his forehead resting against Buck's. "I won't ever be able to look at that countertop the same way again."

"There's still plenty of places you can look," Buck chuckled, his breath still a little uneven. "For now."

Tommy laughed. "Menace. Absolute menace."

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A few weeks later Buck finally caught a break. The works in the 118 were finished and they were officially back in business. The changes were minimal, thankfully, so when Buck entered the station it felt like coming back home and that he didn't spend over a month somewhere else.

The morning shift was quiet so with little to do, Buck preoccupied himself with polishing the fire truck.

"Hey," Buck looked up as Eddie passed him on the way back. His heart picked up a little as he walked after him.

"Uh, hey. Have you heard from Chris?" Buck greeted him. He was sure that Eddie was probably getting sick of him asking but what else could he say? There was a dark cloud over his best friend ever since Chris left, one Eddie refused to really acknowledge or talk to him about. Buck wasn't sure how to bring it up, wasn't sure if Eddie was ready to really talk about it, so he hoped that by asking it would maybe give a small opportunity for him to open up.

"Not really. My mom said he's making friends," Eddie answered, his voice clipped, eyes still focused on the floor.

"Well, that's good, right? I'm sure he'll come around soon and—" Buck began, fumbling for the right words to offer some comfort, but before he could finish his sentence, Ravi interrupted, walking up with a puzzled expression.

"Hey, did you guys check the roster today?" Ravi asked, glancing between them. "There's no acting captain listed."

"What do you mean?"

"Yeah, I thought Hen was acting captain." Buck said, his hands still gripping the towel he'd been using.

Hen was their acting captain for the past month, and while it wasn't the same as Bobby, it was the best alternative they could have.

"So did I," Ravi nodded.

"Good morning, gentlemen." Hen's voice rang out as she and Chimney walked in together.

"Uh, no Captain Wilson today?" Buck asked as he moved over to greet them, a bit of confusion creeping into his voice.

"I do believe I've been replaced," Hen said, the lightness in her tone catching Buck off guard.

"Replaced? By who?" Eddie asked.

"I think there's your answer," Chimney said with a grin, nodding toward the entrance.

"Cap," Eddie's face split into a genuine smile, probably the first one in weeks.

Buck followed Chimney's gaze and felt his heart swell with relief.

"What? He's back!" Buck laughed, the surprise quickly turning into pure joy. Without a second thought, he half-ran across the room, his arms wrapping around Bobby in a tight hug.

"Don't break him, Buck. We just got him out of the shop," Chimney quipped, causing a few chuckles as Buck pulled back, grinning sheepishly.

"Uh, right, right. Sorry," Buck held up his hands in surrender, taking a couple of steps back, though the grin never left his face. "I'm just surprised they let you come back so soon."

Granted, Buck didn't exactly know how long it took to recover from a heart attack, but it still seemed quick.

"Well, all my tests checked out a few weeks ago," Bobby replied with a warm smile. "And since you're all back here, I figured, why wait?"

"Nash." An unfamiliar voice rang out across the station, the sharpness in the tone causing Buck's shoulders to instinctively tense. Well, not completely unfamiliar—he'd heard it once before, and in less-than-pleasant circumstances.

Buck's eyes flickered to the stairs just as a man descended, a steaming cup of coffee in hand.

"What are you doing here?" Gerrard demanded, his gaze fixed squarely on Bobby.

Buck's grin faded, his stomach twisting with an unsettled feeling. He glanced between Gerrard and Bobby, confusion creeping in.

"Gerrard," Bobby's surprise mirrored Buck's. "Feel like I should be asking you the same question."

"I'm captain of the 118," Gerrard announced, his voice firm and grating, sending a ripple of disbelief through the room.

Buck's heart sank, his mind barely registering Hen's soft protest. That couldn't be right.

"There was some concern downtown about a leadership deficit in this house," Gerrard continued, stepping closer to their circle. "I agreed to come back and put things in order."

"Is this some kind of horrible prank?" Chimney whispered to the group, his voice low but his words dripping with disbelief.

"They didn't say anything to you?" Hen asked Bobby, her brows furrowed.

"Why would they say something to him?" Gerrard interjected, his tone dismissive. "He quit a month ago. Or did you forget to mention that?"

What? Buck's head snapped toward Bobby, eyes wide with confusion and something far heavier— and something heavier, something closer to shock. A touch of betrayal seeping in. No. That couldn't be right. Bobby wouldn't just quit. Not without telling them. Not without telling him. They hadn't had as much time to talk lately, but still...

"Bobby?" Buck's voice came out barely above a whisper, searching Bobby's face for some sign that this was all a mistake, that Gerrard was wrong. But Bobby didn't meet his gaze, didn't say a word to correct the claim.

The knot in Buck's chest tightened. If it were a mistake, Bobby would've spoken up by now—he would've set the record straight. But he wasn't.

"Lineup and inspection in ten." Gerrard commanded before walking away, leaving them in stunted silence.

Buck stood there, frozen, as the reality of it all sank in. Bobby had left them. Left him. And now Gerrard was in charge.

Fuck.

[co-sharkie]

Picture Perfect

Grayson Waller (WWE) x F! Reader

Triple H decided to hire a professional photographer to help get ratings up. In doing so, he hired a freelance photographer. She specialized in action shots, perfect for the job. She stood by the ring most of the night while Smackdown aired, taking photos of almost everything.

As the night went on, (Y/N) didn’t find many wrestlers that were super entertaining to watch. She never really watched wrestling, so it surprised her when she was given an opportunity to photograph WWE. Her specialty was boxing.

After taking a few filler pictures of the crowd, the lights shut off around the arena, highlighting the ring and flashy green and purple colors from the entrance screen.

Coming from the backstage was a man with sparkly green shorts and a matching sleeveless shirt. Behind him was another man with sweatpants and a tank top.

(Y/N) was entranced at the looks of the man who squat down for his entrance. He yelled something towards the crowd as he walked down the ramp. He had an Australian accent. (Y/N) snapped multiple pictures as he walked down the ramp.

—

When Grayson neared the ring, he noticed the photographer Austin told him about earlier. His heart skipped a beat when he noticed the flash from her camera on him. Grayson pointed straight at her, making eye contact. He knelt down on the apron to pose for her.

She smiled and giggled to herself. A flash of light hit Grayson in his pose. He winked at her before ducking under the ropes. The booing of the crowd was drowned out as he kept his eyes on the photographer.

The only reason Grayson looked towards his opponent entering the ring is because the photographer started snapping pictures of them.

—

During Grayson’s match with Kevin Owens, he continued to sneak glances at the photographer. When Owens threw Waller out of the ring, fighting with him around the announcer table, Grayson still took a moment on the ground to look at her.

Grayson took control of the match and rolled Owens back into the ring. Before he attempted his finisher, Grayson strolled over to the photographer.

Out of breath, he said to her, “Get a good picture of this.” He smirked at her and she gave him a thumbs up. Waller hit his finisher, but he didn’t see any flash from the camera.

Disapointed, he now remained distracted for the rest of the match, resulting in him losing the match. Austin helped escort him from the ring, but Grayson wasn’t just upset over the loss.

—

“What’s up with you, man?” Austin scolded Grayson while they sat in the locker room.

Grayson groaned, “She didn’t take a picture of me when I did my finisher!” He threw his hands up. “But she did when Kevin Owens did his!”

Austin rolled his eyes. “Are you serious? I saw her take the picture. If you weren’t so damn distracted the whole match you would’ve seen it too!”

Grayson furrowed his brows. “I wasn’t distracted. I was just…” he paused, trying to find the right words.

“Dude,” Austin started, “you were totally distracted by her. She’s probably somewhere backstage right now. You should find her so you can tell her how you were drooling over her the whole match.”

—

(Y/N) was backstage after the show ended, packing up her supplies, when she heard someone calling out.

“Hey, you’re that new photographer, aren’t you?” It was the man she took a few too many photos of. He jogged up to her, no longer in his wrestling attire, instead wearing jeans and a t-shirt.

“I am, can I help you?”

“Yeah, just wanted to see what pictures you got of me out there.”

“I don’t even know your name and you’re already asking to see my work?” (Y/N) laughs. “They are not processed yet, but let me see if I can find them.”

She pulls her camera out of its case and begins clicking through the photos she took tonight. “You didn’t hear my name get announced?” He asked.

“No, I had ear plugs in. It was really noisy so I guess I just missed it.” She gave him an apologetic smile. “My name is (Y/N), by the way. Professional photographer from Miami.”

“Well, it’s nice to officially meet you, (Y/N).” He grinned. “Grayson Waller, professional wrestle, and hopefully your next date.”

—

11:04am

Client: Hunter (WWE): Hey (Y/N), this is Hunter with WWE. I just got your email with the photos from last night and I wanted to say they are amazing. But I wanted to know if you got pictures of any other superstars? These are all of Grayson Waller.

[edgessunflower]

Surprise help

Pairing: Undertaker x Fem reader

Description: After winning your big match and getting attacked, an unexpected person comes to your aid

You were pushing yourself to your limits in your match against Trish Stratus, you were still a rookie not only for only being in WWF for two years but from your young age only being 22. You yell in pure frustration as you pull off a spear against her before pinning her down and yelling in joy after the three count crying tears of joy knowing that you would be going to Wrestlemania against Lita, all of a sudden you feel more pain in your body and the adrenaline comes back to you when your hit from behind screaming as your hit with a chair, a sledgehammer, and kicked by different pairs of feet knowing one pair was trish but not being able to see who the other three pairs belonged to as you desperately try to fight back tasting blood in your mouth and feeling your eye swell close until suddenly a bell rings and the lights go out hearing arguing and someone jumping out of the ring feeling a pair of feet beside you when you move to crawl away. The lights come back on and the crowd cheers loudly as you look up to see The Undertaker above you staring daggers into the faces of X-pac, Tori, and Triple H before leaning down in front of you as you see dots in your vision slowly being lifted up vaguely seeing red and hearing a soft voice speak angrily knowing it was Chyna so Kane was likely with her as you go out being carried in the dead man's arms backstage, you wake up later on to find yourself in the hospital with an ice pack over your eye, bandages on quite a bit of your body, and stitches over your lower lip turning your head to see the tall man yet again holding your smaller hand in his much bigger ones rubbing over your knuckles with his thumb not knowing you had woken up until he looks up and smiles which stuns you but also makes you melt in a surprising way as he gently caresses your face slowly checking your right eye which looked better than earlier and wasn't swollen closed anymore "You had me worried there as i brought you backstage". Slowly as you recovered and came back to training you were welcomed back by the tall man growing close to each other which surprised everyone watching the two of you grow more close and even to everyone's shock that the two of you fell for each other not too long after you had been back and became tag team partners winning quite a few matches together even against Stephanie and triple h plus trish and Bubba Dudley getting together during the holiday break from training and matches, your shared friends always smiled when they saw the two of you in the gym, the hallways backstage, your shared locker room, or the ring side by side and hand in hand.

[noodyl-blasstal]

Tale as Old as Time

It's @taznovembercelebration day 26! Look how far we've come! Today's prompt was "familiar" and I also used an AU generator (you'll never guess what I got...)

Read below or on Ao3, missed yesterday? Catch up here.

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“Did you see that next door’s open?” Taako asks, cool, calm, motives impenetrable.

“Raven Tattoo?”

“Yeah.” He’s nonchalant, inarguably casual.

“So you met hotboy then?” Lup asks.

Fuck.

It’s fine, Taako doesn’t have to admit anything, Lup doesn’t have a warrant. “Who?”

“Tattoo goth next door?”

“I’m not sure.

“You don’t know if you met the man who owns the shop you just told me was open?”

“Nope.” Says Taako, liar supreme.

“He’s your type, is all I’m saying.”

He is. But that is precisely none of Lup’s business so Taako keeps his mouth shut.

“It’s a tale as old as time, you know.” Lup says as she wraps the brown paper around her spray. “Tattoo artist, florist, can I make it any more obvious?” She winds twine to keep it in place.

“Ah yes, the ancient tattoo shop florist love stories which echo through the ages, they’ve got at least four Disney films with it as a central premise I’m sure. Do you remember the one where the handsome florist’s sister is a complete dingus?”

Taako barely dodges out of the way of the stem cut offs that Lup lobs at him. Thankfully he’s had years of training.

“Fuck off, goofus. Have you spoken to him yet?”

“No.” Taako says, quickly.

“Uh huh.”

Flawless lie.

“So what was he like?” Lup asks.

Double fuck.

It’s not fair that she’s using her twin powers for evil.

“Taako wouldn’t know.”

“You realise our shop is 90% windows?” Lup picks out some more roses for the ‘November, remember!… to tell them you love them (with flowers)’ promotion. The make-the-worst-promotion-name-and-people-will-tell-their-friends-about-it approach has been working well so far.

“I have eyes, Lulu.”

“Well so do I, genius, so cha’girl saw you look out the window, wait until goth boy was on the move, rush out to pretend to run into him and follow him back into his shop.”

Triple fuck.

Taako was so sure she was busy with the flowers, he didn’t expect to be observed taking actions. That was cheating, probably.

“Taako learned from the best.” The best defence is a good offence and Taako is going down swinging.

“Things with Barry aren’t the same!”

“It’s very interesting, Lup, that you should bring him up. Who said anything about Barry? Taako certainly didn’t mention Barry, which means that when you think of the spurious accusations levelled at Taako about flirting you think about Bluejeans. Interesting, very interesting, considering you’re just friends.”

“We are friends”

“Uh huh.”

Taako dodges another trimmed stem. Maybe if he aggravated Lup less he wouldn’t have to sweep as often.

“Not just friends, though, are you? You wanna ride the denim train into the sunset!”

“I can’t believe you just said those words with your actual face.”

Taako can’t either, frankly.

“Denim what now?” Barry asks, looking excited.

They need a bell for the door right now. They need one yesterday.

“Nothing!” Says Lup, high and panicked.

“Ooooh, say no more.” Barry winks dramatically.

Oh good, they’re going to have to make him some kind of denim train for Candlenights.

“Taako’s got the hots for tattoo boy next door!” Lup says, throwing Taako so hard under the bus that he didn’t even have time to yank her under with him.

“Classic love story, bud. Tattoo, flower shop, you know how it goes.”

“That’s not a thing and Taako’s not interested in hot goth boy! Now stop talking about it!”

“Hello.” Says Kravitz from the entrance.

They’re getting four bells for the fucking door. Taako’s going to invent time travel and go back and put them all on and never ever ever complain about how loud and annoying they are.

“Hi.” Taako says, casually. Throws up a quick prayer to Istus that maybe, just maybe, Kravitz didn’t hear him. Because Taako is interested, Taako is very interested.

“I was just bringing you a pack of the stickers you liked, I printed some extras.” He’s definitely frostier than he was 30 minutes ago. “Anyway, I’d better be going.”

“No!” Say Taako and Lup in tandem.

Kravitz looks alarmed, and Lup’s doing the wide eyes which mean she’s all out of ideas having tried precisely nothing. Taako needs a reason for Kravitz to stay and he needs a good one.

“I’m thinking of getting a tattoo.” Taako says desperately.

Kravitz raises an eyebrow but doesn’t smile. He’s so hot, even when he’s pouty. He’s also got a laugh like honey and didn’t act weird when Taako mentioned that he enjoys fishing - usually everyone’s shocked and they get to do the ‘wow, what a left field hobby’ chat. Kravitz had definitely been interested before so Taako needs to fix this right now. If he gets a tattoo then Kravitz has to interact with him, how long can they take? 10 minutes is probably enough to explain.

“You are?” Asks Kravitz at the same time as Lup and Barry.

“Yep.” Taako’s dripping confidence. This is great, it’s fine. He can just get a tattoo from a place he’s not familiar with because he thinks the guy doing it is hot. What’s a little stabbing among hopefully-soon-to-be-more-than-friends?

“Right.” Kravitz sounds worryingly unconvinced.

“What’re you going to get, bud?” Says Barry, choosing violence and genuine curiosity.

“Yeah, Koko, what’re you thinking of putting on your body forever and ever? I’m sure you’ve thought this through carefully.”

“Mongoose.” Taako doesn’t even flinch, he’s a master of his craft. They want to play? He can play. He’s a professional, baby, he’s sliding down the floor piano on his knees while everyone claps.

“Oh.” Kravitz sounds slightly more positive than he did a few moments ago.

“You wanna talk through ideas at some point, kemosabe?” Taako may as well clear this up sooner rather than later.

“I thought you weren’t interested.” Kravitz says pointedly. Okay, so he definitely heard, and maybe the huffiness hadn’t entirely faded. Taako might have to work slightly harder at this.

“I’m very, very interested.” Taako looks hard at Kravitz and hopes he understands.

“I’ve got a bit of time now. My next appointment isn’t for a few hours.” Kravitz is trying his best to sound like he doesn’t care, Taako can tell, but there’s a note of hope in there under the surface. If he just sifts through the dirt he can see that they’re on the same page. Kravitz had better not just be excited about the possibility of getting a new client. Hopefully Taako wasn’t going to have to resort to getting the tattoo on his ass in the hope that giving Kravitz an eyeful would encourage forgiveness.

“Go ahead, I’ve got this.” Lup nods at Taako.

“I can help Lup out if there’s anything urgent here, bud.” Barry adds. Setting a definitely-just-friendly hand on Lup’s arm and smiling goopily at her.

They were gross and Taako hated them.

“Okay, lead the way handsome.” Taako tugs off his apron and gloves and rounds the counter, swipes one of the rose bouquets as he goes.

“Handsome, is it?” Kravitz asks quietly, holding the door open for Taako.

“Very, very handsome, in Taako’s expert opinion.” Flattery could also be the truth.

“But handsome isn’t something you’re interested in?”

“Handsome is something Taako is very interested in. What he is not interested in, is his sister being all up in his business. Look!” Taako grabs Kravitz by the shoulders, before he can even register that Kravitz is leaning down, eyes closing, he’s spun him to face the windows of the flower shop.

“See!” Taako points at Lup and Barry, pressed against the window and panickedly trying and failing to look like they’re doing anything else but spying.

“Uh… er… yes. Yeah. There they are.”

“So if we could continue that kiss somewhere that isn’t visible to them I’d like that, I’d like that very much.”

Kravitz grabs Taako’s hand and tugs him into his shop. “We’re in luck, I know a place.”

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I hope you enjoyed! Wanna read some more? Find tomorrow's prompt here.

[whistle-nouveau-bah]

Minions Movie Triple Pack

so I watched the minion movie for the first time since it came out a little bit ago and I couldn't get the idea of a triple pack out of my head. And then Space encouraged me to make them on my main. So now, four days later, I'm here.

Packs under the cut!!!

Name: Kevin, Kay, Evan, Devin/Devon, Gavin

Pronouns: He/Him, It/Its, Ve/Vir, Pyr/Pyro, Lu/Lux

Age(s): Ageless, Permateendult (17-19)

Species: Minion 

Gender(s): Fervian, Luxian, Hypergender, Arkhaigender

Orientation(s): Bisexual, demiromantic, polyamarous 

CisIDs: Minion, brown eyes, yellow skin, ADHD, Autistic, glasses/goggles wearer.

TransIDs: TransOlderBrother, TransSibling, Multihearted, TransJellyOrgans, TransRunaway, TransCoffeeAddict

Paraphilias: MAP, Consang, Dacryphilia, Mechanophilia, Angaliaphilia

Source: Despicable Me franchise, with a focus on Minions!

Proxy/Signoff: [Name]:text, 🌋:text, ⛰️:text, 🍌:text, 🥽:text, [Any combo of 🌋/⛰️/🍌/🥽]:text

Roles: Fictive, Caregiver, Protector 

Personality: Silly and prone to inappropriate humor. He's got a bit of a hero complex, but he doesn't particularly care for actually leading anything permanent- he just wants to help and be recognized for it. It cares about its brothers more than any other minion, but still needs some time alone once in a while. Ve is cautious when ve thinks the situation warrants it, but virs threshold for what warrants caution is lower than most. Pyr is an excellent caretaker, even if pyr doesn't always feel like it.

Appearance:

Name: Stuart, Stu, Jimi, Syd, George

Pronouns: He/Him, It/Its, H♪/H♪m, Xe/Xyr, Punk/Punks, Rock/Rocks, Tune/Tunes, Disc/Discs

Age(s): Ageless, TeenFluid (13-16, always younger than Kevin)

Species: Minion, TransHuman

Gender(s): Boyflux, Nymboy, Audiogender, Cadensgender

Orientation(s): Abrosexual, Cupioromantic, Panromantic, Polyamarous 

CisIDs: Yellow skin, ADHD, glasses/goggles wearer.

TransIDs: TransMiddleBrother, TransSibling, TransHuman, Perma1960’s, TransBlueEyes, TransAmbidextrous, TransFamous

Paraphilias: Necro, Consang, Objectophilia, Celebriphilia, Hybristophilia, Pan Auto-paraphilia

Source: Despicable Me franchise, with a focus on Minions!

Proxy/Signoff: [Name]:text, 🎸:text, 🩹:text, ⏮️:text, 🕶️:text, [Any combo of 🎸/🩹/⏮️/🕶️]:text

Roles: Fictive, Music Archivist 

Personality: He can be described best as a rebellious teenager, despite being older than the entire human race. Its a slacker in the eyes of its community, preferring to play its guitar or ukulele rather than do any minion work. H♪ wants to be a rockstar, and spends whatever free time h♪ has trying to write songs. Xe loves the idea of romance, and wants a relationship (or multiple!), even if xe doesn’t experience romantic attraction- it doesn't bother xym. Punk loves punks brothers, even if punk rolls punks eyes and pretends punk doesn't.

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Name: Bob, Bobby/Bobbi, Bird, Birdy/Birdie, Bear

Pronouns: He/Him, It/Its, She/Her, H♡/H♡m, Sh♡/H♡r, Claw/Claws, Paw/Paws, Soft/Softs, Fur/Furs

Age(s): Ageless, PermaKid (5-7)

Species: Minion, Bear Therian

Gender(s): Bigender, Transmascfem, Eclipsian, Princegender, Kinglet, Arthurgender

Orientation(s): Pansexual, polyamarous

CisIDs: Minion, Bear Therian, Heterochromia (Green/Brown), yellow skin, Autistic, glasses/goggles wearer.

TransIDs: TransYoungerBrother, TransSibling, Kingamian, Strawcremescentic, TransPlural, PermaSpring

Paraphilias: AAM, MAM, Zoo (bears and rats/mice) Consang, Plushophilia 

Source: Despicable Me franchise, with a focus on Minions!

Proxy/Signoff: [Name]:text, 👑:text, 🧸:text, 🧁:text, 🐀:text, [any combo of 👑/🧸/🧁/🐀]:text

Roles: Fictive, Little, Teddymate for his brothers

Personality: Technically the same age as the rest of the Minions, [Name] is nonetheless the youngest brother. He's extremely fond of his siblings, the rest of the Minions, and his teddy bear Tim. She loves animals, cute things, and sweets, like most kids! It also loves villainy- not like most kids. Claw can be stubborn, especially when supposed to do something claw doesn't particularly want to do. Paw likes baking, and jelly making! Secretly, soft wishes soft were still king, but takes solace with the fact that soft is still with softs brothers. 

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HEHEHE YAY THEY'RE DONEEEE not going to lie! I am obsessed with them! I might make an alternate human version of these packs.... not sure!!!!!

[paigeandsagesstuff]

Mated

Song: “Burning Love” by Elvis (Covered by Wynonna Judd)

POV: Austin, your mate, is an Alpha of a werewolf pack. You confessed your love, and you two mate for the first time!

Warning: p in v, unprotected sex (triple wrap it y’all), oral sex (female receiving), clit rubbing

🖤Thank you for your support!🖤

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You stood on the edge of the cliff to watch the golden moon shine in the lake below.

"Beautiful."

You smiled at hearing Austin's voice and him approaching you. You glanced at him, "It is, isn't it?"

"I'm not talking about the moon."

Your cheeks flared, and looked at the sky, unable to meet his loving gaze. You brushed some of your H/C hair behind your ear, but Austin grabbed your hand to kiss your knuckles.

"You look wonderful tonight," he smiled with his eyes never leaving yours.

You felt the wind leave your body as if oxygen wasn't real. You struggled to breathe for a second as you said, "Austin, I need to tell you something."

Austin looked at you suspiciously, and you pulled away to back away as his stare which makes your knees weak.

"I'm not woman enough to say this to you up close," you said with your back facing him, though you turned to see him, "I love you."

He lost his breath too. Austin always wanted to hear his mate say those words, and now that you did, he craved you more than ever. You bite your lip and glanced at the fresh grass below as the sound of crunching leaves made you stare up to see him walking toward you. You backed up to hit the boulder behind you as he cupped your face and leaned in. A low gasp left your lips as you both brought yourselves closer. His one hand left to grab your waist as you lifted your skirt to your F/C dress to wrap your legs around his waist.

"Austin," you moaned lowly while he felt himself hungry for more.

"Austin!"

He pulled away to see his sister running towards you. You brought your skirt down in embarrassment, but your heart beat faster to see the terror in Rose's eyes.

"Rogues were spotted entering the territory!"

Austin held you closer as you clenched onto his denim jacket.

"Take her back to the house, Rose." He ordered, and she nodded.

You turned to him, "No, I know I'm not a wolf, but I can fight! I just need my C/W-."

"No, Y/N!" He said with his hands firmly on your shoulders, "There's no time, and I can't have you on the field."

"But-."

"Come on!" Rose threw you over her shoulder with ease and ran towards the house.

"Austin!" You reached out and barely felt the tips of his fingers.

"I love you, too." He mouthed as Rose carried you to the house.

———☽——-

Damn them, damn those rogues, you thought.

Staring out the bedroom window in your short F/C nightgown, you walked back and forth while hearing people from the pack outside.

Rose said it was a quick fight, and the men and women warriors came back, but where is he?

Thundering footsteps made your heart jump, and Austin ran into their room. He barely had time to close the door before you ran to the top of the bed and hugged him.

He held you close, "It's okay! It was barely a battle."

You cupped his face, "But are you okay? Did anyone get hurt?"

"The pack is okay, as am I." He smiled and placed his hands on top of yours and brought them to his bare chest. He held eye contact as he kissed her knuckles as he did on the cliff.

You felt a lump in your throat as the silence thickens between you two. You went on your tippy toes to kiss him, and Austin grabbed your waist to pull you in. The kiss got hot as he swiped your lip with his tongue for entrance, which you opened and fought for dominance, but he won. You moaned when he grabbed your butt and squeezed it.

"Wait, wait," Austin said out of breath, "are you sure?"

"I've never been more sure of anything," you smiled, and quickly met his eyes with concern, "unless you don't-."

He cuts you off with his lips as you both fell on the bed. You were touching and kissing one another until you sat up to push down your gown to reveal your breasts. His eyes flickered a yellow color, but Austin groaned and looked away.

"It’s okay," you said as you held his cheek for him to meet your E/C eyes.

He sheepishly did as well for almost losing control of his wolf, W/N. You blushed when you peered at the bulge in his jeans, "Can I touch it?"

Austin stared at you in shock and nodded. Getting up to remove the pants, you looked amazed at his size of him. He sensed your nervousness, "Don't worry love, it won't hurt because we're meant to be."

You met his clear eyes as you both leaned in for a kiss, and he laid you on your back. Austin bite your mark, which made you cry out in pleasure. He kissed and nibbled at your tender skin while traveling a hand down to rub your bud gently. He sat up to see your cheeks red with her H/C hair sprawled out on the pillows as pants left your parted lips. He ripped open your nightgown and licked his lips to see your smooth flesh before him.

"I'm gonna devour you."

You looked at him confused, which caused him to smirk. His tongue slid downwards until he reached your thighs, as he spread them apart to nibble at first but peck your bud. You bucked your hips as he quickly licked and sucked onto you.

"Austin," you moaned while clenching his blonde hair.

Your legs shook as you felt a burst within, and euphoria sent waves throughout your body. You whimpered but gasped when he pulled you towards them by your waist.

"I want you to cum around my cock."

You licked your lips and nodded at Austin. Slowly he pushed into you until the base of it. One hand held yours with your fingers intertwined as another was by your head. A little pressure entered you, but it forms into tingles.

"Keeping going,” you gasped and kissed his swollen lips, which he reciprocated by thrusting into you. You wrapped your legs around his waist and dragged your nails into his back.

“Fuck, baby!” He gritted through his teeth in your ear. You moaned, and he grabbed your one breast while attacking your neck with his lips as you turned your head to the side, crying out his name and profanities.

"Austin!" You cried out as you climaxed, and he held onto your hand tighter while finishing deep within you. He was spent and laid on you to catch his breath, and you held him close.

"I love you,” you grinned to yourself, tracing circles on his back.

You met a pair of blue eyes, and he smiled, "I love you, too."

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