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Hey could you do Kimi Raikkonen x fem!reader where she is someone that run the events for the F1 and they just fall in love at first sight? MAJOR CUTENESS OVERLOD PLEASE!! Tag me later! Thanks :)

Please, just listen to me! - Kimi Räikkönen x F1EventOrganiser! Reader

Plot: You organise all of the events for the FIA and normally are in the fan zone, but with the FIA being short they need you organising the drivers events.

Credit to kimimraikkonen7 for the GIF

“Erm Seb, if you can stand over here please!” You ask politely, looking the older driver and directing him to his partner.

“Sure cupcake” he grins winking at you making you blush.

“Okay, Lewis Nico you guys can go next to Seb if that’s okay!” You say, you weren’t one to raise your voice so you individually went up to the drivers asking them where you needed them for the event.

Normally you organised the fan side of things when it came to events, so you didn’t have too many interactions with the drivers.

Up until now.

Currently you were organising for them to all line up for the start of season promo shot of them on a track all together in their teams.

You group had decided how you wanted to shoot it and it was down to you to co-ordinate the drivers on where they would be standing.

“Has anyone seen Kimi?” You ask looking around seeing that one driver was currently missing. Everyone proceeded to look around for the Finnish driver who seemed to not be present.

“Your gonna have to go look for him” one of your Co-workers advises, making you grunt. You didn’t want to be on the run around looking for this mystery driver.

Eventually you did leave the other drivers in the hands on your capable team, who started to do other things with them that didn’t necessarily require Kimi or you could do with him later on and individually.

You walk through the paddock, looking like you are on a mission, which you kind of are. You can’t take all day to do this, that would be ridiculous. You ask anyone you saw if they had seen Kimi lately. Most people shook there heads, others said they saw him in hospitality but that was a good few hours ago.

You eventually made your way back to the group, where you’d been rushing around looking high and low and it was extremely warm. Your hair had come partially loose from its low bun and now looked messy with some flyaways in your face and sticking on your forehead. Your face had a redness too it and a natural sheen of sweat.

“I couldn’t find him” you say loud enough that all the drivers could here, a chuckle from your left made you look over seeing Lewis and Nico pointing to the driver next to them.

He had a sort of deer caught in headlights look about him right now.

If he was being honest, he was in complete awe of your state right now. As flustered and worn down as you were, right now you looked radiant and there was something about the way you spoke that raw softness in your voice made his world temporarily stop.

It was like his brain stopped working, or was working overtime, he couldn’t actually tell. That’s how much of an impact one look of you had on him. He had no thoughts in his head but all the thoughts when looking at you.

Completely blank, but the redness of you cheeks, completely blank, but the way your hair fell around your face, completely blank but the way your eyes looked a little glassy from the strain of the day, completely blank but the way your shirt hugged around your body like a tailor had made it just for you.

“Oh you are here! Amazing!” You sigh, wiping across your head, thankful you could move on despite the effort being wasted.

“Sorry people came up to me saying I was needed here. I wasn’t aware such a beautiful search party was sent out to find me. I would have stayed tucked away if I’d know it was you coming for me” he says softly, even though he thought he was at a lose for words, every piece of literature he has read came out his mouth at that moment.

Now it was your turn to look like a deer in headlights, you hadn’t expected him to be so … bold?

“Oh erm, we’ll you are here now, so we can move forward” you awkwardly admit, trying to fix some of the hair that was in your face.

“You want me to fix that for you?” He asks and your head bolts up to him in shock. Did he just … offer to re tie your hair.

“Sorry?” You ask in shock, not believing the Kimi Räikkönen just offered to tie back your hair.

“Your holding lots of stuff and I can tell it’s getting in the way, would you like me to retie it for you?” He asks again, and you slowly nod while your team tries to busy the rest of the drivers who are also as gobsmacked as you are.

“Oh erm yes please that would be really helpful!” You smile, your gums showing and it just makes him fall for you even harder than he had before.

Kimi Räikkönen was never one to believe in love at first sight. It was so stupid, how on earth could you fall for someone by only looking at them once, having no depth and detail to that person.

But having seen you, he knew it was real. He knew what it felt like to feel like his head was spinning and his eyes could only be locked onto you. Because he feared if he were to look away, that would be it and you’d be gone.

He reached forward, his hand taking the bobble out of your hair softly making sure not to rip out any hair or get anything caught up. He then fists your hair into a ponytail before sectioning it off into 3 pieces. What surprises you is when he begins braiding it, you assumed he’d do a basic pony tail, something you’d like to think any man could do.

When you feel the light tugging sensation of him getting it tighter so it won’t fall out, you let your head roll back. Because of the high difference when you open your eyes your met with his blue hues staring almost icily back at you!

“Thank you!” You offer, nodding your head a little bit before you get back to work. However organising 20 men to do what you want them to do when they all get easily distracted by anything and everything around them proves to be more difficult.

From an outward eye it would seem Kimi is the only one paying attention to you while everyone else is having their own conversations, checking their phones or just staring off into space, HES watching you with keen eyes. However it’s actually the opposite way round. While Seb and Alonso tease one another they are actually chipping in to help you get them into the right places ever now and then.

And even though Lewis is scrolling through his feed aimlessly, he still has his ear listening out for you.

It’s actually Kimi, who is the one not paying any attention. He’s just watching everything you do almost like a puppy, holding those sweet doe eyes.

“Please just listen to me!” You beg and he snaps out of the daze you’ve got him in.

“Sorry sweetheart where do you want me?” He asks now a little red feeling rude that you’d only been doing your job.

“Erm just here please” you direct him. Finally everyone was where you wanted them and you could get the shot that you wanted too!

Later on, Kimi silently pulled you to one side, he smiled at you as you both stood there in silence. He watched and observed the way you awkwardly shuffled your weight from one foot to another as you watched him and his eyes.

“Dinner, with me tonight” he offers and you remain silent. That didn’t seem like a question, that was an order … or what the word order to harsh. A statement maybe?

“Yes” you smile, before ushering him out the office with a hotness to your cheeks as you leant against the door, forgetting completely about planning the nexts events that were on your table and thinking of the Finnish man who had just bluntly forced you out!

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6 to 1 | lando norris (part 8)

pairing: lando norris x leclerc!reader part 8 in the 6 to 1 series (read part 1 here)

exhausting is the word of the day. your fears are replaced by anxiety and there's only person in the world who can seem to make those feelings dissipate. lando had previously made it clear that he has no intentions to go anywhere, but does that statement still stand?

word count: 6.8k tags/warnings: some angst, poorly translated french and italian spotify playlist for this fic here

You swung open the door to Lando’s flat in the heart of London and disarmed the security system. He hadn’t been here for a few days and honestly, you didn’t intend on coming back here either. The plan was to go straight to Monaco from Silverstone tomorrow morning, that was why you brought everything with you to the hotel.

Now you had nothing except the clothes on your back, your phone and whatever managed to fit in your purse, which wasn’t much. 

You had left straight from the race, before the race even started, calling up the same driver that Lando had booked for you this weekend and you asked him to take you here, to Lando’s. 

Arthur had been texting you updates throughout the race, but you eventually turned your phone on do not disturb. You didn't care about the outcome, you didn’t care that Charles was let down yet again by Ferrari’s stupid pit stop strategy, you didn’t care about any of it.

And the drive from Silverstone to London was long. By the time you arrived at the flat, you knew the race had to be over, or at least close to it. 

But you didn’t turn on the tv to catch the end of it. Instead you headed straight to the ensuite and stripped yourself of the clothes that were still partly damp and you stepped into the shower. 

You stayed in there until your skin started to prune. When you reached for the soap you remembered that nothing in here belonged to you, everything of yours was packed away and you had no choice but to grab Lando’s. 

The scent of his body wash shouldn’t have been as comforting as it was, but at this point you had gotten so used to it, used to him.

When you stepped out of the shower you had very limited options. Either sit in the towel until your clothes had finished their run through the washer and dryer, or roam through Lando’s closet to find something to put on. 

It was a no brainer. 

The Quadrant jumper fell to your thighs, he always wore his sweaters a few sizes too big, he said he liked the baggy look. As for bottoms, he didn’t have a huge selection so you opted for a pair of basketball shorts and tied the strings up as tight as they would go to keep them from falling.

You looked at yourself in the mirror and knew that Lando would have a heart attack if he saw you. He always wanted you to wear his merch, and not for a promo shoot, not for an ad, but because that was how you showed your support. 

When you picked up your phone you saw you had a few missed calls, all from Arthur. You knew he was concerned, you didn’t tell him, or anyone, where you were going. You just sent him a text asking him to bring your suitcases with him back to Monaco tomorrow. 

And then you turned your phone off and curled up on the couch. You grabbed the blanket that had been draped over the back of it and pulled it on top of you. There was no reason for you to be as tired as you were, but it was the anxiety that was eating you alive.

You didn’t know what to say to Charles when you saw him next. 

You had no idea if Lando was even going to be coming back here now that the race was over. And if he did, would he give you the time of day or would he just ask you to leave?

You were terrified to look up the outcome of today’s race, terrified of the possibility of everything you said to Charles potentially backfiring. 

You ran through every possible scenario in your head until your brain went into shut-down mode and practically forced you asleep before you could cause a stress induced heart attack. 

There was a good chance you would have slept through the night had you not heard the chime of the alarm system going off, indicating that the front door to the flat had been opened. You stirred awake, rubbing your eyes as you sat up, glancing at the clock under the TV that read 23:18 in bright red numbers.

You didn’t let yourself think about how late it was though. In fact, you felt a jolt of energy rush through you when you turned your head and met the tired eyes of Lando. 

He didn’t look confused to see you. But he also didn’t look happy. He looked about as exhausted as you felt. You wondered how his race went, if you had somehow managed to get into his head too and ultimately fucked up his performance like you might have with your brothers.

Lando dropped his bag down on the floor next to his feet but he stayed standing by the door. You turned on the couch, sitting up on your knees to look at him. If seeing you in his Quadrant hoodie gave him any sense of comfort, he didn’t show it. 

He dragged his hand through his curls, an obvious sign of distress. He probably didn’t know how to feel seeing you. You could understand the conflicting emotions.

He finally decided on something to say, something that didn’t give you any sort of hint as to how the rest of the conversation would go.

“I feel like I shouldn’t have to say this, but you know you don’t live here, right?” 

“I know.”

“Okay,” Lando nodded, glancing around his flat.

 It was in nearly pristine condition, you made sure to clean before you left on Saturday. The only thing that stood out was the empty vase sitting on top of the dining room table. There were no longer any daisies in there, but you couldn’t bring yourself to put the vase away. 

He looked at you again, his jaw tense as he swallowed, “So why are you here?”

The answer was simple, “I didn’t want to go anywhere else.”

You stood up from the couch and Lando let his eyes rake over your body. If this were any other day, Lando would be making some sort of smart-ass comment about you wearing his merch. He’d probably roll his eyes and make a big deal about you using his products, anything to tease you, to get even a sliver of a smile out of you. 

But he stayed by the door. Was that for his own reassurance? Maybe he felt better knowing he could open it up if this got too difficult and slide out in the late London air. Wandering the streets of the city in the middle of the night might have seemed like a safer option than wherever this conversation was going to lead. 

Lando had said everything he needed to say. He had made it clear that he wanted you, that the ball was quite literally in your court now. Whatever you said, however you chose to act around him, would set up the precedent for your relationship moving forward. 

So when you reached for his hand, Lando felt a weight lift off his shoulders. 

“I didn’t want to go anywhere else,” you repeated, ensuring that he was really hearing you. You could have gone anywhere, Charles told you to take the plane but you were pulled back to Lando’s flat in London. 

That car ride gave you the chance to think about what happened. You could understand now why you froze in front of him in his driver's room, why you couldn’t tell him you made up your mind. 

It was such a rash decision, everything that happened, happened in such a short period of time. Finding out that Charles knew about Pierre and you, dropping bombshell after bombshell on your brother, deciding to put yourself first, something you never did. This series of events was fueled by adrenaline and you were hoping Lando would match your energy after running through the paddock to him, but instead he forced you to slow down. 

He could see your enthusiasm, why else would you have shown up at McLaren? But he didn’t want to be a spur of the moment choice. He wanted you to choose him because you meant it with every bone in your body. Not just today but tomorrow and the next day and every day after that. 

Running through the rain to confess your feelings was a beautiful gesture, but what good was a gesture if you couldn’t follow through with its intent? If there was a risk you would take it all back once the dust had settled? Lando couldn't take that risk.

But you being here now, in his home, waiting for him to show up without even knowing if he would…this wasn’t a gesture. There was a deeper purpose. You wanted to show Lando that you weren't going anywhere. 

Adrenaline aside, you were here. 

Lando crashed his lips to yours, his fingers holding your jaw to keep your face tilted upwards. Your hand trailed upwards to tangle your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck as you kissed him back. 

It was like nothing else mattered, just you and him. You could feel his smile grow against your lips. There was less urgency as you kissed compared to past times, just the desire to be present in this moment. His mouth moved against yours and you just knew this was the right choice. This was where you were supposed to be. With him.

You were breathless as Lando pulled away, leaning his forehead against yours. He took hold of one of the strings of your hoodie, his hoodie, and twirled it around his finger before using to pull you closer once again, attaching his lips to yours for another kiss, and then another and then another until you had to pull away because your cheeks were hurting so much from trying to contain your smile.

“I’m sorry I didn’t say anything sooner,” you told him. As much as you wanted to escape from reality and be happy in this bubble you created, there were still a few things you needed to get off your chest. 

“I don’t even care,” Lando shook his head. “You’re here now, that’s all that matters.”

“No Lando, I really am sorry,” your expression fell as your eyes found his. “You’ve made your intentions clear this whole time and I just led you on like it was some stupid game and I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Well to be fair, it was a game at first,” Lando chuckled. “And I’m still determined to move up your driver ranking, I reckon it’ll be a bit easier now.”

Carlos’ face flashed through your mind and Lando must have noticed the way you momentarily tensed. Standing right in front of you, it was almost impossible for him to miss the way your eyes glossed over. 

“What?” He asked, trying to make a joke of it. “You don’t think you’ll ever like me more than Carlos?”

“No that’s not-” this was not something you thought through. “I need to talk to you about Carlos.”

Now Lando was nervous. You had never expressed any interest in chatting about Carlos before, in fact you shut down the topic of the Ferrari driver a number of times. 

“What about him?”

“Um…” a sharp inhale passed through your lips. “I just- well it’s just that-” this was like ripping off a bandage, you just had to say it and be done. “Okay I kind of maybe sort of might have-” oh you were stalling. You took a breath and forced yourself to finish. “...kissed…Carlos…”

This was certainly not what Lando was expecting to hear.

“You kind of-maybe-sort of-might have kissed Carlos?” Lando repeated you word for word. “What the hell does that mean?”

“It means I definitely kissed Carlos,” you clarified. 

Lando rolled his eyes and he started to turn around but you grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him back. You weren’t going to let this turn into a fight, not when things just started to get good.

“It was to prove a point!” You explained.

“To prove a point?” Lando raised his voice slightly, not enough to alarm you but enough for you to know that you really had to be careful with your words. “What point, exactly? That half the drivers on the grid are in love with you? This is common knowledge, Y/N you didn’t need to kiss Carlos!”

You were physically taken aback by that statement, “Wait, what?” 

Lando paused, eyebrows pinched together, “That’s not- that’s not why you kissed him?”

“No but we’re going to circle back to that,” you told him, pushing his words to the back of your mind for now. “I needed to prove a point to Charles. He needed to understand that what I do, who I interact with, shouldn’t matter. He should be able to race without worrying about me or what I’m doing.”

“Or who you’re doing,” Lando muttered and because you stood only inches apart, your best move was to hit the side of his arm to get the message across. 

“I didn’t sleep with Carlos,” your tone demanded his attention and Lando’s eyes widened as he immediately regretted letting those words slip out. “But I told Charles I slept with Pierre. I told him I liked you and then I kissed Carlos as well because he needed to get it through his head that my life is my life and he shouldn’t have control over it just because he races with you guys.”

That was the short version of it all. You knew eventually you’d have to explain word for word what Charles said but you were hoping right now Lando would understand enough so you could move past it.

Lando needed a second to process everything. The silence between you wasn’t deafening but it wasn’t reassuring either. 

“You did and said all of that today?” He asked.

“Yeah, before I ran through the rain to talk to you.”

“Oh,” Lando nodded slowly. “Oh, so right before the race start announcement?”

“I mean, I guess so.”

Lando knew something you didn’t. That was the only reason he was asking these clarifying questions, trying to piece the timeline together.

“You didn’t watch the race, did you?” Lando then asked, but he already knew the answer. 

“No, why?”

“You didn’t see where Charles ended up?”

“No, why?” You repeated, louder this time. All you knew was he was given a poor strategy that didn’t work out in his favour. “What happened to him?”

“He-” Lando looked guilty, like he didn’t want to be the one to break the bad news to you, even if what happened had nothing to do with him. “He DNF’d, Y/N. On lap like 46 I think, pretty close to the end.”

Your heart sank in your chest. Of course part of you felt responsible without even knowing what the cause was. Even if it was a hydraulics issue, even if it was the furthest thing from driver error, part of you felt at fault for his retirement. 

What if everything you said and did really did get into Charles’ head? What if it messed him up for the race? Threw him off his game even the slightest bit?

“You’re spiralling.”

You didn’t even have to say anything for Lando to recognise what was currently going through your head. He grabbed your shoulders and dipped his head a few inches to be at your level. 

“He’s fine,” Lando said, rushing to get that out. “He’s not injured, nothing bad happened. It was a mix between poor strategy and driver error but it wasn’t your fault.”

“This is exactly what he warned me about. I got in his head, Lando.” You tensed, wanting Lando to drop his hands from you. Physical touch wasn’t something that helped you in times of distress. “Charles is going to blame me, he’s just going to use this against me- why the fuck did I say all of that to him right before a race?”

“Because it needed to be said,” Lando scoffed, finding the reasoning that you were unable to. “Granted, kissing Carlos maybe wasn’t-” you shot him an icy look and he instantly shut up. Lando changed the direction of the conversation. "Just sit down, okay? There's no sense in worrying about it tonight. The race is over and you're not even in the same city as him."

Lando nudged you towards the couch and he was smart to grab your phone from the coffee table before you could do anything rash like call Charles and apologise. Did you owe him an apology? 

It would be so easy for him to blame you. 

And part you felt like you needed to take that blame. 

Lando sat down next to you in the corner of the couch, pulling you into his side. His hand ran up and down along your arm as your head rested against his chest. It was comforting, feeling each breath he took beneath your cheek, hearing his steady heartbeat in comparison to yours nearly beating out of your own chest.

“Do you think I’m a bad sister?” You asked, looking up at him through your eyelashes. 

“God no,” Lando’s lack of hesitation should have helped put you at ease, but it didn’t. “If Charles blames you for what happened, he’s the shitty sibling.”

You weren’t even sure if he had tried to get ahold of you at all. After the few texts you exchanged with Arthur, you stopped looking at your phone. And now Lando had it and he probably had no intentions of giving it back before the night was over. 

He knew you would want to call Charles. He knew Charles would inevitably guilt you into taking responsibility for what happened. He knew a face to face conversation would be smarter than trying to work out your problems over a phone call.

So Lando hatched up a plan to bring you back to Monaco. Neither of you could stay in his flat in London forever and with two weeks until the next race, the smartest thing to do was return to Monte Carlo. There, you could talk to Charles. You both could. Lando could explain that he had nothing but good intentions with his sister and you could draw the line with Charles so that the conversations you had over the last few days wouldn’t have to happen again.

It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep curled up next to Lando. With his fingers tracing shapes aimlessly over the sleeve of the jumper and with how exhausting the last 24 hours have been, you finally felt a sense of security with him, one you hadn’t felt before. 

Lando waited until he knew you were fast asleep, getting flashbacks to that night he picked you up from the wedding, before he reached for his phone that was tucked away in his pocket. He was so careful not to disturb you, even typing with just his left thumb to keep his right arm tightly bwrapped around you. 

He sent a quick message to his assistant, asking him to book a flight for the two of you for tomorrow. When he got the confirmation that everything would be taken care of, Lando dropped his phone onto the side table and carefully stood up from the couch, using his other arm to scoop you up and carry you to the bedroom down the hall. 

You stirred in his arms, having woken up slightly but you kept your eyes closed until you felt yourself being placed on the mattress. Your head hit the pillow and Lando carefully brushed a few strands of hair out of your face. 

Now it was your turn to be brought back to that first night.

“Can you stay?”

You were sober this time, but Lando still had to take a second to process whether or not he heard you correctly as he stood next to the bed. When your eyes fluttered open to look up at his looming figure, you lazily reached for his hand.

And Lando couldn’t think of a good enough reason to say no. 

Why would he spend the night on the couch again? There was no requirement anymore. There wasn’t that prominent need to be careful around you anymore, not when you both made your feelings perfectly clear. 

So he nodded. A tired smile curled up on your lips before Lando gave your hand an affirming squeeze. He excused himself to get ready for bed but when he walked out of the bathroom a few minutes later, you were thankful that sleep hadn’t completely taken over you again.

You were awake enough to watch as he pulled his t-shirt off and tossed it in the corner of the room. His sweatpants hung low on his hips and the second he crawled into bed next to you, you turned on your side to face him. 

The lights may have been off but you could see everything you needed to. And even if you couldn’t, you could feel. You placed the palm of your hand against his hard chest before sliding it up to rest around his shoulder. Lando gripped the underside of your thigh and pulled it on top of his legs. Both of you were already well aware of how perfectly your bodies moulded together.

“What if I get used to sleeping like this?” Your quiet voice filled the bedroom. The question held as much fear as it did hope. Lando knew you had never been in a relationship before, he knew that something as simple as sharing a bed was unchartered waters.

His fingers spread out over your leg and his deep chuckle sent a shiver down your back. He turned his head on the pillow to look at you.

“Then it’s a good thing we both live in Monaco.”

He had a point. It would be easy enough to see each other between races if you were both back home. It was annoying, really, that you were already thinking about that. Thinking about how long it would take to make yourself at home at his place and vice versa. About whose flat you would spend more time at, probably his. All of these different scenarios filled your head.

You recognized the way the corner of his lips curled upwards and you didn’t need to be a mind reader to know he was thinking of the exact same things. And maybe you were both getting ahead of yourselves, this was still so new, but you were ready to dive in head first. You didn’t want to let your fears stop you from being happy.

You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his. He kissed you back but there was some hesitancy on his part and you noticed it.

“What?” You asked, propping yourself up a bit. 

Lando opened his mouth, only to promptly close it. And you weren’t someone who let things go easily so you nudged his shoulder and repeated yourself.

“What, Lando?”

Whatever he wanted to say, seemed to cause him physical discomfort but he tried to play it off like it didn’t.

“It’s nothing, really,” Lando told you. You counted in your head, waiting to see how long it would take until he followed that sentence with a ‘but’.

Three. Three seconds.

“But I just-” Lando sucked in a quick breath. “If I’m being honest, I don’t like that you kissed Carlos.”

If there was any doubt before, you were certainly awake now.

“That’s what you’re thinking about?”

“Well you can’t blame me for thinking about it!” He exclaimed with a chuckle. It was clear he wasn’t angry about it, but it was something that wasn’t sitting right with him. “He’s one of my best mates and you always said there was nothing going on between you two.”

“There isn’t,” you rolled your eyes. “There never has been.”

“But you kissed him.”

“To prove a point to Charles,” that ultimately backfired, but still. “Carlos just so happened to be there, if it was any other driver I would have done the exact same thing.”

“I don’t think that makes me feel any better.”

“Well what do you want me to say, Lando?” You asked, trying your hardest to not sound annoyed at this topic. You genuinely didn’t want this to turn into an argument, but you could understand where he was coming from. You just weren’t sure if he understood where you were coming from.

And then a cocky little smirk appeared on his face, “Well, you could say I’m above him on your driver ranking.”

That’s what he was waiting for. An opportunity to slide that in.

He wasn’t actually concerned like he led you to believe. You pushed on his chest and laid back down as he laughed. Lando tried to hold you against him but you turned on your other side, facing away from him.

“You’re so fucking annoying.”

“I know,” he continued to laugh, still wrapping his arms around you and shuffling closer so your back was pressed against his chest. You purposely tensed in his arms, wanting him to know you were unimpressed with him.

But then Lando kissed the side of your neck softly and it was almost embarrassing how you instantly found yourself relaxing, and leaning into his touch. 

You didn’t realise until right now, though, how thankful you were that Lando’s playful interactions weren’t going anywhere. Your entire friendship was built on a foundation of jokes and eye rolls and purposely trying to get on each other's nerves, in the most respectful way possible. 

And that wasn’t going to change. You might respond to each other’s teases a little differently now, but ultimately, the thing that brought you two together seemed to be the glue that was going to keep you together. 

“You still need to work for it, Norris,” you told him, referring to moving up in the placement of favourite drivers. If you were being honest with yourself, he probably didn’t have to work that hard, but now that the dynamic between you two had shifted, you were dying to know what he would come up with this time.

——————

Lando sprung the flight on you as soon as you woke up and it seemed to be not up for discussion. You couldn’t hide away in his London flat forever. Plus, all of your belongings were with Arthur, so you had no choice but to go home.

Lando and you agreed to keep some distance at the airport. He was easily recognizable, especially in London, but you weren’t and you wanted it to stay that way for at least a little while. The last thing you needed were photos of the two of you to surface before you had a chance to talk to your brother.

Really you just had to keep your hands to yourself until you were comfortably seated on the private plane his assistant had booked for today. It blew your mind how easy it was for him to request and receive a jet and a pilot, but you weren’t about to complain. Not having to worry about prying eyes or cell phones throughout the duration of the fight was like a breath of fresh air. 

Once the plane had taken off, he asked if you wanted to join the mile high club. Granted, he wasn’t being serious but you promptly switched seats to sit across the aisle from him instead and put your airpods in.

“Is that a no?” Lando asked before you could turn your music on.

“It’s a no right now,” you answered. His cheeks turned a bright shade of red and you rolled your eyes at his immature tendencies. 

You kept your head down and started to read on your phone, but out of the corner of your eye you could see him shifting uncomfortably in his seat. When you did finally lift your head, you watched as Lando peeled off his jumper and placed it in his lap. Automatically your eyes dropped and your eyebrows raised when you realised what he was trying to hide.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You asked, stifling your laughter. “You’re hard?”

“I’m only human,” Lando shrugged innocently. 

With your elbow on the armrest, you dropped your chin to your hand and sighed, “Lando, I’m not having sex with you for the first time on a plane.”

“But the way you say that makes it seem like it could happen,” he pointed out, clearly playing this up even though it was only making his situation worse. 

“You have the mind of an eighteen year-old frat boy, do you realise that?”

“Or maybe you’re just really hot and also, I’m really into you.”

You glanced down at your apparel. You were still choosing to wear Lando’s clothes because it was a lot easier to throw that on this morning than have to wait for a load of laundry to finish so you could wear the clothes you wore yesterday. Lando didn’t seem to mind either. You walked out of his closet wearing one of his shirts and he responded by kissing you, muttering something about he much preferred this than a DR3 item.

But you didn’t feel hot. His clothes were baggy on you, you hadn’t showered yet today and any makeup that you had on was the result of not washing your face properly before you passed out, which you’d probably be paying the price for tomorrow. 

Lando didn’t see what you saw though. He looked at you from across the aisle and thought, no, knew, you were the most beautiful girl he would ever lay eyes on. To him, he didn’t care what you were wearing.

And if anything, you wearing his clothes made you ten times hotter.

However you didn’t want to feed into his thoughts. You had enough will power for the two of you.

“Keep it in your pants, Norris.”

He muttered something under his breath that you didn’t quite catch but you could assume it was another comment about joining the mile high club. 

He got up after a while to use the bathroom, or at least that’s what you thought when out of the corner of your eye you saw him toss his hoodie aside and stand up from the chair. 

You didn’t expect him to walk directly to where you sat and take your face in his hands before leaning down and kissing you. You sat up straighter, completely abandoning your phone as you craned your neck upwards, wanting to kiss him back with as much passion as he was giving you.  

Lando’s hand trailed down the slightest bit, grabbing hold of your jaw before he pulled away.

“What was that for?” You asked, unable to stop yourself from smiling. You could get used to this, Lando kissing you whenever he felt like it. 

“No reason,” he shrugged, which was probably the best reason. 

Your smile only grew as he kissed the top of your head, letting his hand run down your arm as he walked off, making sure to give your fingers a squeeze before he made his way towards the back of the airplane.

It was safe to say you were smitten, and horribly so.

When Lando returned from the bathroom he sat down next to you, and you were fine with that on the condition he stop it with the mile high club jokes. Not because they were annoying, but because if he didn’t stop giving you that devious look and charming grin, you could be coerced into meeting him in the bathroom.

And you really didn’t want that. 

Well, you did. But not for your first time. And Lando knew this. 

He could wait, you both could. In the meantime, though, Lando let his hands wander when you draped your legs over his lap. What started as a very innocent hand placement on your thigh slowly turned into his fingers creeping upwards, tickling your bare skin and causing very visible goosebumps.

His thumb dipped below the very loose material of the shorts you wore and your eyes shot up, warning him with a glare. The last thing you needed was for him to tease you while you were 35,000 feet up in the air.

“Don’t even think about it.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

His smirk said otherwise.

He kept his hand on you for the duration of the flight. You held your breath any time his fingers trailed up your leg. Lando’s touch was soft and you just knew it was a major contrast to what he wished he could have been doing. You saw the veins along the back of his hand, you knew just how much strength he had in his wrists alone. 

But he respected what you asked. He didn’t cross any sort of line, even if he was dying to.

So you just suffered, basically, for the entire flight. Because Lando wasn’t going to take his hands off of you but he also wasn’t going to do anything that would ease your suffering. 

It wasn’t until the plane landed in Nice did he lift his arms up to stretch, an all too innocent smile perched upon his face. You rolled your eyes but before you could get up, Lando pulled your face to his to kiss you once more in the privacy of the jet. 

There was intent behind it. His lips moved against yours in a way that told you these last few hours of subtly teasing you on the plane wasn’t for nothing. 

You were still smitten, but now you knew he was most certainly going to be the death of you.

He had the decency to tone it down once you both stepped off the plane and headed towards the car that was waiting on the tarmac. Lando gave the driver your address, and you raised your eyebrows at him.

“You have it memorised?”

He chuckled, “Is that- is that a bad thing?”

“You’ve been to my place once.”

Lando simply shrugged his shoulders and opened the door for you. He waited until you had your seatbelt on to shut it and climb in through the other side. 

“You happy to be home?” He asked you quietly, trying to gauge how you would answer. You had been in the UK for weeks now that it was genuinely starting to feel like home. 

“I’m happy that we’re both here,” you answered because it was as honest as you could be. Was Monaco really where you wanted to be right now? No. Ideally you would still be in London with Lando. But you couldn’t run from Charles forever. You had to talk to him eventually.

Lando placed his hand on your leg when you saw you pulling out your phone to call Charles after putting it off for what seemed like forever when in reality it had been less than 24 hours since you last spoke. 

The dial tone seemed to go on for an eternity. And just when you thought he was going to pick up, you reached his voicemail instead. You looked at Lando, who calmly reminded you that he might be busy and that you have another brother who was also still in Silverstone. 

Arthur picked up instantly. 

“Have you heard from Charles?” You asked, not even bothering with a ‘hey, how’s it going’. You wanted to get right to the point.

“Uh, yeah I think he’s on a plane to Italy. Pretty sure he’s spending a few days in Maranello.” Arthur recalled. “He didn’t tell you?”

You dropped your forehead to your hand and sighed, “No, obviously not or I wouldn’t be calling you. When will he be home?”

“I think Saturday?” Arthur genuinely had no idea and as frustrated as you were that you couldn’t talk to Charles face to face, you couldn’t take it out on Arthur. “Are you in monaco?”

“Sto tornando a casa,” I’m on my way home. You glanced at Lando who now had his eyebrows pinched together as you switched from English to Italian. You put your hand on top of his and gave it a squeeze, an assurance that you were not talking about him in a different language. 

Arthur and you chatted for a bit more, he told you he’d be home by tomorrow night and that he’d bring your luggage with him. He then mentioned something about getting together with your mother Saturday evening, something that you really couldn’t say no to. It was rare that all four of her kids were all in Monaco at the same time, so when you were, you had to take advantage of it.

“Je serai là pour le dîner,” I’ll be there for dinner. You looked at Lando again, who had stayed quiet for the entirety of your conversation with Arthur. He couldn’t keep up with you switching from English to Italian to French anyway.

He wasn’t looking at you, though. With his free hand, he was scrolling through some pictures on his phone. More specifically, the ones from the Quadrant shoot last week. He kept swiping back and forth between two of them. 

One, where he was so obviously looking at you instead of the camera as you stood in front of the car, you were turned away from the camera to showcase the design on the back of the shirt. He was supposed to be looking at the camera, but he wasn’t. You remembered telling him to stop looking at you because the longer he looked at you the more your cheeks hurt from trying to contain your smile.

And then the other photo was one you weren’t even aware had been taken, you hadn’t seen it yet. Lando was facing the camera and you were slightly behind him, watching as he did his best model impersonation. 

But you were really looking at him. In a way where you would have been embarrassed if he had caught you staring for too long. If he had turned around and noticed you, you would have averted your gaze immediately, but you couldn’t help it. You were enamoured with him. You didn’t want to pull your eyes off of him. Even if you didn’t want to admit it then, you knew now that you were really starting to fall for him. 

Who plans a surprise photoshoot for you to model his own brand? 

Lando does, apparently. 

He was the same guy who made sure there were fresh daisies in a vase when you walked into his flat. The same guy who picked you up without question when you were too intoxicated to even stand up straight. The same guy who had been looking at you the way you looked at him this whole time and you had no idea. 

Lando opened up the Instagram app on his phone right as Arthur repeated your name a few times, wondering if he had lost you in the last few seconds. 

“Sorry, sorry,” you said. 

He started talking about dinner again, and you cut him off before you could change your mind. 

“Puis-je apporter un invité?” Can I bring a guest?

Arthur paused, “You mean Lando?”

He took your silence as a yes.

“Do you really think that’s smart?” Arthur asked. “Don’t you want to talk to Charles first before bringing Lando to dinner? Are you two even dating? What if-”

“You’re asking too many questions,” you interjected. Beside you, Lando chuckled. He turned his hand over to interlock your fingers together. He had no idea what Arthur was saying, but it didn’t matter, Lando would always be on your side.

“If you want to bring him, don’t give Charles a heads up. Otherwise he might not show.”

You snickered, “You think I should blindside him?”

“I didn’t use that word.”

“You basically did.”

Arthur sighed into the receiver, not wanting to be more involved in whatever decision you were going to make, “I’ll let you know when I’m home. Talk to you later, yeah?”

“Yeah, have a safe flight,” you said and then hung up. As soon as you did, you rested your head on Lando’s shoulder. Without skipping a beat, he turned and kissed the top of your head. 

You looked at your hands, still connected on your lap. 

Your stomach twisted just thinking about what might happen if you really did invite Lando to the dinner. You never came out and explicitly said you would, hence why you asked Arthur in French as opposed to a language Lando would understand. 

That way you could still change your mind. 

Not because you didn’t want to bring Lando around your family, your family already knew who he was, but because you needed to really think about if his presence would be helpful or if it would cause a deeper divide between you and Charles. 

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Hello i was asking if you could do Platonic Judgement day x fem reader?

When reader is a lot younger than the rest of them and they have a family bond like siblings or parental views and she is new talent and with all that comes some fame and when out (wherever you like) Reader gets attention from an old man as she walks to the toilets alone? Its okay if you dont want to xx

Silhouette - Pastel Ghost

parings - Platonic!The Judgment Day x Wrestler! Reader - Kinda Rhea x Reader in a way

Warnings - Angst , implications of Feeling lightheaded , weird old man , R! getting knocked into a wall , reader passes out, thats all tell me if I missed some!!

please do not read this if you have suffered trauma from any of these things!!

Word Count - 0.5k

You and The Judgment Day had grown closer as you began wrestler. Damian and Rhea , training you and teaching you new moves that hadnt yet been introduced to you. And although you were a couple years younger than the youngest member of, which was Dominik, you all had a family/sibling dynamic.

You had started yiur wresting career at the 2019 royal rumble , being competiter #15. Although not many people knew you at the time , your career had grown throughout the years. And with the help of The Judgment Day, a fandom grew lager and larger until eventually you got your title shot. 

It was you versus becky lynch for the smackdown women’s championship. You had fought hard and long to get the title shot as none of the other wrestlers made it easier for you. Becky didnt go easy on you either. But image the suprise when you had pinned her, making you the new smack down women’s champion.

Your rise also grew more in 2023. At first not many paid attention to you as far as visuals and talent. But soon enough people started noticing the talent you had not only for promos , but in the ring. This made you a fan favorite around the world. Soon your merch was selling out. You started meeting many fans around the world as you Traveled, and people started recognizing you more and more as time went on. You felt like you were on top of earth. This was your dream after all.

Right now , you were getting ready to go out to a restaurant with The Judgment Day. After all , they are your best friends. You heard the doorbell ring , as you put on the last piece of jewelry for your outfit. You quickly headed downstairs , grabbing your phone and keys as you unlocked the door, met with Dominik , standing outside the door waiting for you. You quickly gave him a hug as he opened his mouth to speak. 

“Hey , you ready?” He asked

“Yup let’s go,” you replied with a smile.

You opened the door of the truck as you were met with the faces of the 3 wrestlers. 

“Hi guys!” You smiled at them.

They all responded with a “hi” as they all gave you separate hugs. Which was hard due to being in the car , but you made it work. Finn drove as you,  Dominik and Damian , and Rhea played game pigeon together in the group chat.

When you guys arrived at the restaurant, the wait hadn’t been long , as a couple minutes of waiting, a waiter had seat you guys at a booth nearby. As you all sat down , a waited came by , introducing themselves and taking our drink orders. After a couple minutes of waiting , the waited came back  with drinks on a trey. We decided on what to order as the waiter took our order.

After ordering , I decided to go wash my hands in the bathroom. As I walked to the bathroom , you didn’t notice a man following nearby. And when you did you hadn’t thought much about it. Maybe he had to go to the bathroom too , you thought. But your thoughts were rushed away when he had followed you into the girls bathroom. Which didn’t go unnoticed by Rhea , as she sat at a good enough view of the bathroom , that she could see the man getting into the bathroom. 

Before you could turn around to see the man, he spoke first.

“Hey , im a big fan I was wondering if I could have an autograph, or maybe your number,” he spoke

You turned to look at the man and realized he was old. I mean he looked like he was in his 60s at-least.

“I can give you an autograph — but not my num-,” I was cut off when he slammed me into a wall. I felt the pain hit my back as I tried getting up , with no luck. 

“Just give me your number its not that hard,” he yelled at you. You wished this could end , why was he doing this and how were you going to get out of this? You could stand , and he was towering over you.

You heard the mans scream as a loud thump echoed in the bathroom. You looked up , your hair mostly in your face as you saw the silhouette of someone. You moved your hair out of your face as you relished it was Rhea. 

“Honey , are you alright,” She spoke. You could she was panicking just by the sound of her breathing.

“I-I cant get up..” you spoke. Still shocked by the events that had occurred in just an hour of being here. Rheas mind stopped for a moment. She wanted to kill this guy. But she knew you and your safety was more important.

“I want to leave Rhea … p-please,” You said again. You felt the tears pricking your eyes as your breathing got heavier. The atmosphere of the bathroom making you feel scared thinking about what took place.

Rhea car-fully picked you up , bridal style as she led you over to the boys. Once they got a view of you and Rhea, they had felt like it had been a punch to their heart. They stopped their conversation as they went to stand up , getting a better look at you.

“Lass what happened?” Finna spoke. He was getting more worried by the second and to be completely honest, so was the rest of the group.

Tried answering, but nothing could come out your mother but silent sobs. Rhea explained what happened, but about halfway though, you had already passed out in Rheas arms.

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·˚ ༘ 𝙉𝘼𝙂𝙄 𝘽𝙁 𝙃𝙀𝘼𝘿𝘾𝘼𝙉𝙊𝙉𝙎

─ ❛ i want to try... to put in some effort ❜

# warnings: minimal hurt/comfort, 2k words of pure fluff and brain dumping, hope u enjoy :p lmk if there are other warnings ! reo and isagi appear

# a/n: SECOND FIC OF THE DAY ??? guys i'm on a roll... check out the rin one i posted earlier MWAHAH (pls)

gamer boyfriend gamer boyfriend gamer boyfriend 🤣🤣🤣

hc that reo set y’all up.

the duo saw you at a café that reo frequents and by extension, one that nagi frequents too.

it was love at first sight with nagi immediately being fascinated by you, and reo, being the amazing wingman he is, notices the heart eyes that immediately appear on the expression of his usually nonchalant friend.

then reo said ‘lemme make your miserable life better’ and walked over to you and told you his friend found you hot.

nagi kind of just stood there in shock, appalled by reo’s shamelessness and even more shocked when you looked him in the eye and smiled.

love at first sight >>>

nagi likes to incorporate you into all aspects of his life.

i mean he only has three things in life that he consistently does which is soccer, gaming, and existing 😐😐

but he still likes you incorporate you into everything in his life <3

soccer? he makes sure to get you premium seats in every match to watch him- bring your friends if you’d like, he can make it all happen, so long as you're there to watch him :p

he becomes more motivated to practice when you’re there.

gaming? he plays games with you, teaches you how to play, likes to have you there when gaming as well.

existing? he eats, sleeps, brushes his teeth, washes the dishes, cleans the house, etc, with you. he’s attached to your hip and refuses to leave you alone so long as it’s within the perimeters of your home.

sometimes, when you two are soccer-ing, gaming, or existing together, nagi also gets upset is you try to leave :( like naurrrr come back…

love language of touch and quality time 🙄

is happiest when he’s touching you somehow.

and naturally, by touching you, he spends time with you so this is a win-win situation for nagi.

and because he literally can’t exist without having you by his side, it therefore means he gets to embrace you however he likes- a win-win situation!

award for most annoying boyfriend ??? it’s got nagi seishiro’s name engraved.

his social media is so low-effort too 😭 – namely his instagram, he's not active on twitter or tiktok that much and when he is, it's for promos that his manager has uploaded.

occasionally, you make a couples' tiktok here and there and those get a lot of traction.

basically; it's not until you came along that his social media presence increased.

before on instagram, it would be just square pictures of him standing with his hands in his pockets from an atrocious angle, some of them had the nasty-ass Instagram filters over them too like boy…

the captions were worse. so much worse.

now he posts photos YOU take 💪 but majority of his feed is photos with you, photos from official photographers during matches, or photos taken after he wins a game :3

his private instagram is much more exciting though:

ynsoneandonlysimp tell me i look hot

megu_megu looking submissive and breedable 👍 ╰┈➤ ynsoneandonlysimp only for yn tho ╰┈➤ yn pls don't say this

nagi isn't jealous but he is, to a certain degree, possessive.

it's not to a point that it's overbearing since he believes you are your own person, but y'know, if he catches someone flirting with you or looking at you a little too long, he gets an urge to hide you away from the world, or kiss you silly until the whole world knows.

he just wants others to know that you’re his and he’s yours, a fact that’s not going to change any time soon.

it's easy to calm him down though!

his pacifism and calmness is actually one of the traits you love about him + how stubborn he is about it.

sometimes ☝️ this is the main reason why he can keep his head on his shoulders - for all things beside soccer.

but,,, one of the traits that have caused the worst conflict between you two is his laziness and how impassive he is towards a lot of things. although he is low maintenance, he is also low effort. 

it's not terribly bothersome, it's just that if he doesn't care about something, nagi expects you not too either. but when it comes to what he does care about, nagi expects you too as well.

and you're not reo, you're not persuasive enough to lug a 190cm man to do what you want - nor are you that willing to compromise for him, like a certain purple-haired is.

you had a fight over this – his insistence on always getting what he wants and never listening to what you want, whether it be going on dates, how you should spend your time together; all couple things that deserved to be equally contributed towards - it was getting tiresome after a while of only fulfilling nagi’s wishes.

in addition to that, nagi is absolute shit at communication because of his laziness, so when you tell him that you'd appreciate a few texts to let you know what time he's coming home, he just shrugs you off.

"nagi, where are you?" you ask quietly in the phone, standing outside the restaurant that you'd booked a reservation at for the night, where nagi promised he’d meet you after a day of errands and practice.

“i’m still at practice, sorry, but i don’t think i can make it,” he mutters. in the distance, you can hear isagi and reo.

a part of you sours, hardening with annoyance. “oh. couldn’t you have told me earlier?” you try your best to hide the irritation out of your tone, really, you do, but you have limits and boundaries, and nagi was beginning to tread real close, especially after making you wait without bothering to tell you.

“hey, what’s the big deal? i didn’t really want to go to that restaurant anyways.”

“are you kidding? couldn’t you have also told me this earlier as well?”

“why are you getting worked up over this? it’s just dinner, i can bring home some takeout on the way or something.”

part of you quells in fury at his dismissive attitude and it worsens with how he tries to play it off that it’s no big deal. your boyfriend has ditched you for a date at a restaurant that you personally love, and not only that, reasoned that he didn’t care much for it anyway, making you feel like shit for even suggesting this place anyways.

with a scoff, you hang up on him before things can escalate and you’re spewing shit out of your mouth that will only damage you more. standing outside the restaurant, you’re trying to keep your cool, resisting the urge to throw your phone at something. you don’t want to go home, not yet, not when you took your time to look good and dress to impress.

nagi, on the other hand, looks at his phone with confusion, now staring at his locked homescreen.

“who was that?” isagi calls out the moment he notices the white-haired has hung up.

“y/n,” he replies, the confusion still laced in his expression.

“oh, why didn’t you let us say hi?” reo asks, jogging over to his long-time friend. isagi follows, hugging the ball by his side.

“i was about to but then y/n just hung up on me.”

only the purple-haired provides a reaction, eyes widening. “uh, nagi, what did you do?”

“i told y/n i can’t make it to a reservation we have tonight because i’m too busy practicing.”

“hey, why didn’t you tell us you had a date tonight?” isagi quizzes, quirking a brow. “if we knew we wouldn’t have asked you to stay behind!”

“it’s fine, i didn’t want to go to the place y/n booked either.”

reo’s eyes widen with panic as he grabs his best friend by the shoulders and shakes him. “and you told y/n that?”

“yeah? what’s the matter?”

isagi too, now looks baffled. what could isagi know that nagi doesn’t? “you are in big trouble, boy,” to which reo nods in agreement, “go home right now and make it up to y/n.”

“wait- what? what did i do?”

“we’ll tell you later- just, go get y/n’s favourite cake from that bakery we always go to and apologise!”

nagi does exactly as the purple-haired suggests, making it back home in no time. yet, when he pulls into the driveway of your shared home, he then notices your car right behind his, pulling up to a spot beside him. he gets out to walk over to the driver’s side of your car, waiting for the engine to quiet down, signalling it safe for him to then open the door for you.

“where did you come from? why are you just coming home n-” the words die on nagi’s throat when you step out of the car, still glammed up in your outfit that you wore just for him. he eyes you up and down appreciatively before meeting your gaze, “this is what i missed out on?” there's a little disbelief in his tone. nagi's beginning to loathe himself for missing out on how stunning you are for some ball?

you shrug non-committedly, shutting your door for him as you murmur out a ‘yeah, i guess it is’. he tenses at the nonchalance in your tone, shivering as he watched you walk away. the cake box suddenly weighs a lot more in his hand.

“wait- y/n!” he calls out, jogging after you whilst you fiddle with the keys, trying to find the one that unlocks your front door. 

that night, there’s a lot of apologies, sweet nothings, and praise murmured between the two of you. safe to say, nagi buying the whole cake instead of mere slices of your favourite worked in his favour and he needs to text reo to say ‘thanks’.

he does improve as your relationship progresses. sure he’s lazy but he also values you as a partner and a companion, and he’s considerate enough to not let the ship sink because his own doing.

ANYWAYS 😁😁 back to the headcanons:

whenever you are (jokingly or actually) mad at him, you always threaten destrouing his gaming consoles. it’s nothing more than empty threats, nagi knows that and because he’s relatively unconcerned, it’s more than enough to end whatever petty fight you were going through because he just pulls out some unprovoked comment.

nagi loves making couples tiktoks with u 😐 u r that couple that makes people comment ‘aww so cute 😍 blocked.’ or ‘the highway looking good rn 🤣’

he also loves taking candids of you and as someone who is on his phone 24/7, he can take a lot of candids !!!

what your boyf doesn’t know is that he unconsciously helped you love yourself a little more from all angles - in both physical and non-physical ways. nagi thinks the world of you so it’s wrong for you to think otherwise :(( if you thought yourself to be mediocre then what does that make him? what does that make everyone else? no one can compare to you <3

hc that nagi is lowkey into photography? he has so many cameras, from digitals, to films, to actual cameras, there is not a time where he isn’t taking a photo of you. 

his screen time alarms you like babes … this is worrying.

but you love him regardless.

obviously since meeting you it’s fallen a little. in saying that, you don’t try to discourage him from games whatsoever. in fact, you indulge him in it, feeding him his favourite snacks, a couple fruit pieces, ask him how his level is going - nagi’s so very grateful that you’re not trying to take him away from the one consistent thing in his life.

he loves u so much <3 if someone else took u away, nagi wouldn’t know what to do :< 

OKAY BUT HOW DOES HE NOT HAVE SHIT EYESIGHT!!! you truly marvel at him everyday because he really is god’s favourite 😭

also now that he is a #maturedmaninlove, his favourite dates with you are beach dates bc he can lie in the sun like a cat whilst you take care of him, and afterwards, he can teach you to skate on the cement whilst the sun is setting. although you’re struggling, nagi still thinks you look beautiful, especially in the golden rays of daybreak.

additionally, he likes going on dates where you make things for one another. whether it’s pottery, painting, whatever, so long as you both get to walk away with something made by the other, nagi is SO happy.

ofc arcade dates and game nights are something he will never grow out of… but he’s starting to warm up to nights where you need to book reservations at restaurants. although he doesn’t fancy the idea of dressing up in a suit and formal attire, he does love the idea of admiring you all night, so long as he gets to show you off, he’s perfectly neutral.

nagi likes to text you updates about his day. you could be sitting next to each other, distracted with other things then he’d just text you a ‘lol look at this meme i just saw’.

you: ‘we’re sitting next to each other rn… that’s funny’

him: ‘don’t lie, i didn’t hear you laugh’

you: ‘try harder then’

him: ‘what a hoe got to do to make someone laugh nowadays :(‘ 

you: ‘you hardly get bitches, don’t think you’re a hoe 💀 ’

him: ‘babygrill :(((‘

you: ‘yeah this relationship isn’t going to work.’

he’ll then lunge at you and pin you to the couch with his weight, huffing when your laughter echoes through the air. at least he made you laugh. 

look idk where this post ended up heading, but moral of the story, nagi seishiro as your bf >>>>>>>>>

i’ll take five please !!!!

#don't take this too seriously #he's just so CUTE <3 #nagi x reader #nagi fluff #nagi seishiro x reader #seishiro x reader #nagi x you #nagi drabble #blue lock x reader #blue lock nagi x reader #blue lock drabble #blue lock fluff #bllk fluff

[pandorasfavorite]

STOP OMG HI, yk the promo the tjd had with Santos and this new group or whatever. N how Dom didn't tell the judgement day , can the reader also be in there and jd doesn't have to exist that's up to you but can you do something like the reader notices how the girl with the pony tail i think her name was elektra lopez but like she was flirting with dominik right infront of the reader and the reader gets jealous and ignores dom the whole night? YOU CAN MAKE UP THE REST BUT THATS ALL TYY I LOVE YOUR WORK BTWW

Petty Antics

AN: Am I the only one who hates re-reading my work for mistakes? It makes me want to propel off of a bridge or sum. Thank you for loving my work- I love you 🩷.

“Hey! What��s up guys!”, Dominik throws his hands up and smiles when they walk in. Santos greets Dominik while everyone stands back and watches with overflowing confusion. You most of all. When he pulls back you smack him on the chest and scold him, “You didn't tell us we had company”. Everyone else nods and Rhea glares at Santos's group. While you are staring at this new group of people (that only Dominik knew), Damian pulls him to the side by the arm. However when you see the angry look and a vein popping out on Damian’s forehead; you start to watch more closely. You really hated the hard grip he had on Dominik’s arm out of the whole situation so far. It’s clear Dominik was embarrassed to be confronted in front of his friends and nervous by the encounter. So when he walked back over with a jittery look you couldn’t help but put a comforting hand on his arm. “You’ve done it now”, Rhea also scolds him. 

Dominik looks at you, “Mami, can you talk to Priest? Tell him not to get so mad?”, he asks and rocks on his feet nervously. You bite your lip and consider how you would talk to him, but you know it would come better out of Rhea’s mouth. You turn to look at her with an exhausted expression, “Could you?”. Her shoulders drop a bit but she agrees anyway and she talks to Dom again, “We need to get this communication back under control”. She reminded him with no room for argument. Quite frankly you had to agree with her, out of everyone you thought Dominik would tell you. After all, you were his soon-to-be wife, and keeping secrets was a quick ticket to trouble. Now it was your turn to reprimand him, “Communicate okay? Now deal with your friends”. 

He rubbed a hand over his mouth while you sternly spoke to him. He hated it when you were mad at him with a burning passion. It was one of the worst things he had to endure. “Everyone! Meet Judgment Day! Mami, Rhea, Finn, JD”, you glare at the group; not hiding your dislike. You cross your arms and stay closed off much like the rest of the group. From beside you, Rhea is in her own world as you were, until a hand reaches out to touch you. You smack the guy's hand away, “Don’t touch me” you grit. When you said that Dominik’s smile dropped and he looked at the guy, ‘hey hey’ he peered through him. The same guy put his hands up and smiled at you and Dominik both. At that, Dominik lightened up again but you refused. At this point, you thought nothing could make this situation worse. 

From that point on Dominik spent his time trying to entertain his friends while you stood beside Rhea and Finn to the side of you. Of course, JD lingered in the back not saying a word; just as you liked it. You found solace in standing beside your friends without looking at your Finance spend his time with people he barely knew. But when Rhea whispered in your ear to “look up”, you could’ve burst into flames. Elektra or whoever the fucks she was reached out and touched Dominik’s hair. In other words, she was trying to take your man on how he looked. Dominik’s nose scrunched up at the interaction and just stepped back not paying much attention to it after that. He moved away from her and tried to continue what he was doing. What you would’ve preferred was for him to call you over; especially considering the fact you were 10 feet away. Then not even 2 minutes after he shifted away from her she was reaching out to trace the tattoos on his arm. 

This had to be a joke; like someone had to be playing a prank on you for this to actually be happening. Now you personally wouldn’t consider yourself a jealous person; others happen to disagree. But only yours and Dominik’s opinion matters really. And when Dominik agreed that you were a jealous person; you had tried to dial it back for his sake. Though bitches stay pissing you off. Some things are so clearly flirtatious and should not be said. Originally you had believed that every woman had a good sense of right and wrong, but this girl Elektra didn’t seem to understand. And on that note, no matter how dramatic it may have been; you took Rhea’s hand and stormed out of the room together. You slammed the door to the point it rattled on the hinges. 

From inside the room, everyone’s eyes went dime-size, and Dominik whipped his head around to find you. Only for the realization to dawn on him that you were the one who left in a hurry. He sputtered out an excuse to leave quickly and threw open the door to follow after you. You had just made it around the corner of the long hallway, when you hear Dominik yelling after you. Rhea turns to you with wide eyes, “What are you gonna do?” she says in a hushed whisper. You cross your arms and stick your chin up, “Be petty and ignore him”. You hear his yells get closer and your exposure drops. Dominik skids around the corner and sighs a breath of relief when he sees you. He jogs up to you and spins you around by the waist to face him, you have to fight the urge to smile on instinct. “Why’d you leave?”, he commented and looked down at your angry face. 

You push his hands off of you, only to turn to Rhea and whisper in her ear. She raises her eyebrows at you but you return with a stern look. She then echoed what you said to her, to Dominik; “She said that she isn't talking to you”. Rhea was quick to turn around and walk away from you both. When she turned around Dominik put his hands around the sides of your stomach. “Mami”, he drawled and kissed your cheek sweetly. You turned away from the kiss and averted your gaze. Dominik was already getting so desperate for your attention. He tries to kiss your cheek but his lips chase after you when you move away. Now Dominik is practically pouting when he follows after you down the hallway and back into the very room you stormed out of. 

There everyone was sitting down and waiting for the group appearance in 2 hours. Normally the waiting game was already boring as is. But for Dominik, it felt like hell. When he’d sit beside you, you’d scooch away and smack his hands away when he tried to touch you. Committed to the end. He stared at you with crossed arms and listened to you talk to Finn with no issues. He was jealous of everyone else you talked to. Finn walked away to play darts with Finn and instantly Dominik was pressed against your side, whispering in your ear. “If you talk to me, we can go into the bathroom”, he said and you could practically feel his smirk against the side of your face. You turned to look at him with a sharp glare, only to turn away from him again with no words. He sunk into the couch with a groan, it was giving toddler. 

When it came time to go out into the stadium, Dominik pulled you to the side in the hallway on the way there. “Princesa, talk to me”, he murmured as he kissed the side of your neck. You pushed him back by the head and his shoulders dropped. Before you could turn around he pulled you back to him, “Baby what did I do?” he breathed. Only to be ignored once again. It could probably be read on Dominik’s face how annoyed and frustrated he was getting. He was used to talking and hugging you anytime you had been around. But all his questions were answered when a clip from earlier came up on the big screen. They aired your pissed-off expression while he was paying attention to Santo’s group. The light switch went off in his head when he looked over to you and the disgusted look on your face at rewatching it. 

Therefore when you all walked back and out of the eyes of thousands, he really gave you no choice when it came to pulling you into an empty room. He took you into the room and closed the door. Then instantly took your hands in his, and sunk to his knees in front of you. He looked up at you and began to apologize, “I’m sorry mami. I should’ve kicked them all out when she did that, but I was trying to make a connection for The Judgment Day. That’s no excuse though, I’ll do better. You’re my one and only mi amor” he enunciated. The apology was perfect, he knew what he did wrong and him being on his knees surely did help. You stay quiet for a minute and Dominik’s face drops, “Mami you're killing me here” he murmured and put his head on your thighs. You put your hand in his hair so he would look up, “I think that was the best apology yet” you remark with a smile. He pops up off the floor and kisses you to make up for all the ones you had ignored. 

#dominik mysterio #dominik mysterio x you #dominik mysterio fluff #dominik mysterio fanfiction #dom dom #dominik mysterio x reader #dominik my bbg #wwe #rhea ripley x reader #the judgement day x reader #dominik mysterio smut #monday night mysterio #monday night raw

[madhatterbri]

Care | HOOK

Summary: Hook and you broke up. Anna with the help of Jack uses this to come for your championship belt. An unexpected hero saves you.

Author's Note: GIF has nothing to do with this it just makes me feral. 😭🤌

As always, requests. 🥺🥺

Life is hard working for a wrestling company. Friendships and relationships constantly came and went. You travel a lot and spent time with fellow wrestlers more than your own family. You swore you would never be with anyone in AEW until you laid eyes on Hook.

The relationship was physical at first. You both wanted to have sex without feeling bad for someone waiting for you to come home. It was nice at the beginning. You two would meet up together after the show. Times changed when you started developing feelings.

You were honest with him, but he wasn't interested in a relationship. The two of you were young. He wanted to experience the world. More like experience girls around the world. In order to avoid anymore hurt, you two decided to go your separate ways. That was three months ago.

Now you were getting ready to cut a promo in the ring. Your make-up was done and the championship belt was secure on your shoulder. Tonight was simple enough, anger Anna Jay. The two of you hated each other. It wouldn't be hard.

The unsettling feeling of someone watching you made the hairs on your neck stand. You turned to see the handsome devil himself. He was in a hoodie and sweatpants eating chips. His mind seemed to be in a different galaxy, but he was definitely staring at you. You missed being able to talk to him. Maybe that was a resolution for another year.

The familiar sound of your entrance music played in the arena. You walked out to the top of the ramp. The crowd went wild. Fans of different ages reached out for you to high five them.

The microphone was handed to you. An once rowdy crowd was quiet to hear you. You spoke your piece about Anna. Some of the insults were low. Tony gave you the green light to rile up Anna. You were going to take it. Your speech was cut off by Anna's music.

Anna came out with Jack in tow. She stormed to the ring. You dropped your championship belt in the middle of the ring to meet her outside the ropes. Anna was the first to swing. The two of you landing blows on each other. You never noticed Jack grabbing your championship belt from the ring.

"You think your fuck buddy is going to save you, Y/N?" She asked menacingly. You hadn't thought you would really need help. Normally, you weren't really put in jeopardy of actually losing the belt you worked so hard for.

"I don't need anyone," you scoffed. "I got in this business alone and I'll fight and die alone,"

"You think your are so funny?"

"Actually? Yeah," you answered truthfully. The crowd laughed at your corny jokes. You had to be funny. Anna pushed you to the ground. You landed on your hands and knees facing away from her.

'Rude,' you thought before getting up. You stood up and faced her. Before you could attack, Anna kicked you into the stairs. A scream of anguish sounded through the arena.

"What the fuck?" You asked yourself. Immediately the crowd gasped as their women's champ went down. Your head and back slammed to the stairs. Anna stood above you as you slid to the floor. The championship belt displayed on her shoulder. The camera zoomed in on the two of you. Your eyes pleaded for someone to help you.

"This is going to be mine, Y/N. I'm going to beat your ass until I say I'm tired. Do you understand me?" She yelled at you. You moved your legs as if to get up. She stood on your leg to stop you. Painful throbbing occurred under her foot.

The arena went dark. You were starting to wonder if you passed out. Your head throbbed and you were pretty sure your upper back fell out. The familiar rift of Chairman's Intent felt like an angel's song. Cheers filled the arena.

"We gotta go!" Jack yelled to her. Anna dropped the belt and ran with him into the audience.

Hook was at your side.

"Are you okay?"

"Do I look okay?"

"I was hoping she'd kick that shitty attitude out of you," he countered and helped you to your feet. Hook grabbed your belt knowing how possessive you were with it. Your legs wobbled as he helped you up the ramp. Several members of the crowd wished you a speedy recovery.

You limped to medical with him helping you inside. Hook helped you on the bed while you waited for the doctors to run their tests on you.

"Thanks. I didn't think anyone was going to save me,"

"You didn't think I would save you?" He questioned.

"I didn't think you would care."

"I've always cared,"

#fanfiction #imagine #hook aew #hook #hook x reader #hook x y/n #hint of angst

[whateverisbeautiful]

On this day of love and the day of the queen herself Danai Gurira's birthday (🥳💜), I just needed to take a moment before we kick off the ten-day countdown to marvel over the official TOWL promo we've got over the last few months.

"just know I love you" "my wife is my choice" "together, you and me can do anything" "it was always about getting back to you" "she's not gone" "I love you so, so much." "Until my last breath, I am yours" "You're the love of my life" - Rick 'I'm Utterly In Love With Michonne & The World Better Recognize' Grimes

Y'all. 🫠 The way I have been gagged and a puddle of emotion upon every release of promotion for this show - I truly do not know how I'm going to make it through six eps when just these trailers and teasers have me nearly passing out. Loving Richonne is the epitome of being fed. It's been feast on feast on feast and the show hasn't even come out yet. I can't thank Danai, Andy, and Scott enough.

Richonne has been something special to me for so many years and for so many reasons. And I know so many of us feel the same. We've cherished every win in the lead-up to TOWL, and just when I think surely it can't get any better…I'm reminded that there is no ceiling on Richonne's perfection, and they top themselves every time. 🙌🏽 (i already want to write dissertations on the promo alone 😋)

So I just had to write this out because I always want to remember what this exhilarating moment of anticipation feels like. After all these years of waiting and hoping that Rick and Michonne would make it back to each other and our screens, man have we won in abundance with their return. 😭

Throughout all this time, we held fast to the belief that Rick and Michonne's story is an epic and enduring love story because that was exactly what was shown on our screen. We knew this was a love supreme way back then, and I love that now it's stated out loud (and on giant spheres!) for all to see. If this is the kind of heart-bursting content we're getting in the promos, I truly can't even imagine the ride we're in for with these 6 eps. But baby, I'm buckled up and so excited for Richonne, Andy, Danai, and Scott to keep messing with my heart rate, because I almost went onto glory with today's romantic trailer. 😇

I know we're in for a one-of-a-kind ride with our one-of-a-kind couple. And I can't wait to spend the next 10 days reflecting on my absolute favorite heavy-hitter scenes from Richonne's journey so far and hearing about your top 10 takes as we prepare for the Richone blessings to continue with TOWL. #We'reAlmostThere #We'reGettingThereWe'reGettingHome 🥳

#10 Day mark here we come 🎉 #the premiere is near 🤩 #and happy birthday to Danai Gurira - she is truly a vision a powerhouse talent an inspiration and a gift to all 👑 #no matter how tough life gets i gotta make it to see towl ep 4 cuz i know danai did her big one writing that episode #richonne #twd towl

[crossvise]

@bitchyunknownpanda

Summary; reader used to know Punk before he left, they have a bittersweet meeting when he comes back. Maybe Punk says something along these lines, "I just wanted to say I'm sorry, and I miss you." cause he really does miss her and wants her back.

Warnings; some swearing, that’s it.

When you first heard the rumors of CM Punk coming back to the WWE, you shook your head chuckling, there was no way he would come back after all this time. He had made an appearance here and there as an analyst a few years ago but that was it- and you were more than fine with it, you hoped you wouldn’t have to cross his path again.

As the weeks went by, you didn’t really pay attention to those rumors until you heard he was actually coming back and your world was so close to crumble down. It had been ten years since Phil broke your heart as he left WWE and you, ten years you worked on yourself to not suffer anymore and for most part, you did well but you knew he was your first love and a pet of you would forever love him.

Of course, he had to show up on Monday Night Raw, two days after you successfully managed to avoid him during Survivor Series. But if you could avoid him during a long event, you could definitely repeat it on Raw- you had it all planned anyways, your match happened to be right before he would get to the ring, if you were unlucky you’d cross paths but by the time he’d be done with his talk, you’d be ready to leave.

Thankfully, for the most part it went as you hoped, you didn’t see him before your match, everyone wanted to talk to him anyways, so it wasn’t that hard to avoid him. Your match went well and after over fifteen minutes wrestling your opponent of the night, you finally got the pin.

Making it back to behind the scenes had never been this stressing before, you knew he was right there and in the end, it was inevitable to walk past him- seeing him was upsetting but you also felt sad, after all this time, it still hurt.

Hearing your name from his mouth made your heart aches but you didn’t turn around to confront him, you knew it would end up with you crying, no matter how strong you were. Thankfully, the timing saved you as he was called to go to the ring for his first promo since he left.

Without a word to anyone, you made it back to the locker room and showered as soon as you were out of your gear and make up removed. You thought you had been quick, apparently not quick enough as you heard knocking on your locker room’s door- it could’ve been anyone but it had to be Phil.

Leaving the door open for him to get in, you grabbed your jacket and closed your bag, “ what do you want?”

“ I just wanna talk- I tried to find you two days ago but you were nowhere to be found.”

You chuckled at this, of course you were nowhere to be seen that day, you spent all day and evening avoiding him, “ well yeah, I kind of didn’t want to see you.”

“ I’m sorry.”

“ It’s a bit late for that. I’m going to repeat myself- what do you want, Phil?”

“ I just wanted to talk, to say that I’m sorry and that I fucking miss you.”

You were taken aback by the last bit, you would’ve expected everything but this, “ it’s been ten years, you missed me for ten years and did nothing about it?”

Met with a deafening silence, you nodded and with a bittersweet chuckle, you roughly grabbed your bag and shoved him on the side to get out of the room and eventually the building. Usually, you would go meet the fans, sign their shirts or signs and take pictures but you didn’t really feel like taking pictures teary eyed.

As you were heading to your car, you heard distant footsteps but didn’t pay it too much attention until you threw your bag in the back of your car and heard Phil’s voice as he caught up to you, “ I did miss you for ten long fucking years, every single day I cursed myself out for making the worst decision I could have made.”

“ You broke my heart, hell you broke me!”

“ I know and I can’t do anything else than wish I hadn’t been this stupid and such a coward.”

Shaking your head, you wiped away your tears, “ why taking ten years to reach out to me?”

“ I was ashamed of breaking your heart, of leaving you the way I did and I’m pretty sure you didn’t want to see me.”

“ What changed now?”

“ I’m back and not planning on leaving anytime soon, I believe I couldn’t start by not apologizing to the person I’ve hurt the most.”

You nodded, after all it had been ten years and maybe the best thing was to accept those apologies that you’ve dreamed of for years, “ I loved you Phil, with everything I had- you were everything to me.”

“ I know. I can’t take it back or make up for all those years but believe me, if I could, I would.”

“ A part of me will always love you, you were my first real love and for that I’ll forgive you. Thank you for apologizing, and welcome back.”

A sheepish smile appeared on Phil’s face as you said you were forgiving him, “ I still love you, Y/N- I never stopped loving you.”

“ Don’t push your luck Phil. ”

“ I’m not, I don’t expect you to take me back in a heartbeat- I’m just wondering if one day, you would give me another chance.”

That was yet another thing you didn’t expect to hear tonight, and for a second you stayed silent, wondering if you could one day give him another chance, “ show me that you’ve changed, that you’re a better man and then, maybe, I’ll give you another chance.”

#cm punk x reader #wwe x reader #wrestling x reader

[cainanders]

wildfire 005

[001] [002] [003] [004]

warnings: oral sex, daddy kink, spitting, dirty talk, hand kink, biting, a little bit of praise kink, lots of teasing, fluff (i think that’s all, i’m sorry if i’ve missed anything).

a/n: the penultimate chapter of wildfire! sorry for the delay. it’s shorter than the last parts. hopefully i’ll be able to get the final part posted sooner rather than later, and be open to inspiration for new works. please enjoy!

Four days have passed. Four excruciating days, during which Cody made your life a living hell.

He always made sure to brush up against you when he would walk by, sometimes placing his hand on the small of your back. You would often catch him looking at you from across rooms of people, his eyes half-lidded and his bottom lip between his teeth. Sometimes, you were sure you’d see him run his hand over himself, rubbing at the bulge in his pants.

Cody would never be alone with you, but would still invite you to his hotel room each night, a playful glint in his eyes every time. You’d turn him down, thinking that would give you the upper hand, but judging from the way that Cody would grin after each time you deny him, you were playing into his hand.

Monday rolls around, and you’re tasked with photographing a few promo shots in the hours leading up to Raw. This keeps you away from Cody, but your mind stays on him. You try to stay focused on your work, making sure to talk to all of the superstars that you hadn’t had the chance to catch up with yet.

When you finally finish the promo shoot, you pack up your equipment, and make your way around the arena to take a few behind the scenes photos. As you find the locker rooms, you find Cody’s room, with the door open a few inches.

“Cody?” you call out, knocking lightly on the door. “Are you in here?”

“Yeah, come on in,” he replies. You slip into the room, immediately moving to set your bags down but keeping your camera in your hands. “Busy day?” Cody’s voice comes from behind you.

“Yeah, it was boring, though,” you laugh, turning around to face him.

You’ve seen Cody shirtless before, sure. So has the rest of the world. And you’ve seen Cody after he’s showered. But you’ve never seen Cody, moments after stepping out of the shower, still slightly damp, with a towel wrapped around his hips. Maybe it was because any time you’d see Cody even remotely underdressed, it was when you were still playing at being friends. But now that the truth is out, the sight of him sends a flush over your whole body, your hands squeezing your camera and inadvertently snapping a picture.

“Fuck,” you mutter, looking down at the camera as though you forgot how to use it.

“Uh-oh,” Cody teases. “What happened there?” You shake your head, glancing back to Cody briefly to see his hands on his hips.

“Sorry,” you mumble, pressing through the menu in the camera to pull the picture up on the screen. Cody was blurry in the picture, barely in frame as it was shot from waist high, so you quickly delete it, hoping to erase the memory along with it.

“If you wanted me to do a Playgirl shoot, you could have just asked,” Cody jokes, with a smirk. “I think I’d be a better centerfold than HBK, don’t you?”

You look back to him again, biting your lip when you see that he’s now grasping the towel where it’s wrapped. He loosens it enough to push it just past his hip bones, pausing for a moment to make sure you’re still watching him, before he pushes a little further until you get a glimpse of trimmed hair just beneath the towel.

You pry your eyes away from Cody’s towel, looking into his eyes as you start to raise your camera slowly towards your face. Cody grins wider, allowing you to take a photograph of him.

“How’s it look?” he asks, as you check the screen of the camera to view the picture. As you part your lips to respond, Cody creeps up beside you, pressing against your side so he can look as well. “Not bad,” he whispers. “I’ll drop the towel if you want to take another one.”

“No, no,” you chuckle, taking a step away from him. “I’m not falling for this shit.”

“What?” Cody replies, trying to feign shock at your response but he can’t help laughing.

“I know all you’re gonna do is tease me and then leave,” you say. “Because you think you’re funny, or whatever.”

“You can’t handle a little teasing, babe?” he grins, tilting his head to the side and peering into your eyes as he steps closer to you.

“Cody, I’m serious,” you warn, holding your hand out towards him. “Listen to me. We’re less than twenty four hours away from being able to have some genuine time alone together. Let’s not forget who was the one who decided that we were gonna wait. Now, I love that you tease, and usually, I’ll give it right back to you. But right now is not the time. If you keep doing this shit, I’m not going anywhere with you tomorrow, and you’ll have a nice, fun three days to spend with your fucking hand.” When you stop, you notice the smirk on Cody’s lips almost immediately.

“So, you’re counting down the hours until we’re alone together, huh?” Cody says. As you begin to tell him off again, he shakes his head. “I’ll stop teasing,” he adds. “I’m sorry, I just love watching you squirm.” Cody closes the distance you put between the two of you, placing his hand on your lower back to keep you close only for a moment. Dipping his head down, he gives you a soft kiss on the lips, before pulling back. “That was kinda hot, by the way,” he whispers. “You telling me off like that.”

“Well, don’t get used to it,” you say. “I hate being that person. You just know how to get under my skin.”

“After this week, I’ll know how to do a lot more than that to you, babe,” Cody says.

“C’mon!” you exclaim, slapping him playfully on the chest, which causes him to recoil with a laugh.

“Last one, I swear!”

For the remainder of the night, Cody keeps his hands and his comments to himself, acting as though you were just friends. You’re mostly thankful for this, however, a small part of your brain wants him to keep teasing.

At the end of the night, you make sure to leave the venue before Cody can find you, heading to the hotel to settle in your room. While you are changing into your pajamas, you get a text from Cody.

I thought you’d stay in my room tonight, so we can leave together in the morning.

You don’t trust Cody to leave you alone that night. As much as you want to be in that hotel room with him, you know he would keep teasing, because he wants to see you break first. With a deep breath in, you let Cody know that you’re going to stay in your own room and will see him in the morning.

You climb into the bed, settling down in the covers to get comfortable. Your phone buzzes at your side, but you ignore it for a moment, to turn off the light on the side table. Briefly, you think you might continue to ignore the text that’s undoubtedly from Cody, just to give him a taste of his own medicine, but you decide to check anyway.

You know that you shouldn’t be surprised, but when you open the message to find a shirtless mirror selfie of Cody, you’re tempted to roll your eyes. Instead, your mind wanders, thinking of the possibilities the next few days hold. You decide to call him, without thinking of what you might say - he picks up after one ring.

“That desperate, huh?” he asks.

“You’re the one who picked up in one ring, Cody,” you reply. “And you’re the one trying to bait me into your room. I think you’re the desperate one.” He lets out a chuckle that turns into a sigh.

“Okay, full disclosure?”

“Go for it.”

“As much as I’m looking forward to the other stuff,” Cody says with a small laugh. “I missed you, babe. I missed sharing a hotel room with you, talking to you, watching stupid movies.” He lets out another chuckle before continuing. “I missed waking up to you saying my name,” he adds.

“What?” you ask, confused.

“In your sleep,” he replies. “You’d say my name a lot. Well, more like whimpering and moaning.” Your cheeks flush at his words, not having been aware that you’d had any dreams that would make you do that. “It wasn’t always like that,” Cody continues. “Sometimes, you’d sound scared.”

“Scared of you?”

“No, not at all,” he says. “More like you were having a nightmare or something. So, I’d hold your hand and tell you that you were safe, and you’d calm down.”

“You big softy!” you tease. “Why didn’t you tell me that before? That’s really sweet, Cody. You’d hold my hand?”

“Mhm,” he hummed. “I always want you to feel safe with me.” The tears threaten to well up at your eyes, but you wipe them away.

“Are you trying to manipulate me into coming over there by saying cute shit?”

“Of course not,” he laughs. “Why, is it working?”

“A little,” you respond. “Honestly, the picture was more tempting.”

“Oh, yeah? Why?”

“I don’t know…” you trail off, finding yourself unprepared to talk dirty on the phone at that moment.

“It’s just me, babe.”

“I need to get my hands on you.”

“And I’m the desperate one?”

“I guess we both are,” you reply. “But I’m not going to come over there tonight. We’ll just have to wait until we get to your house tomorrow.”

“Hmm, I suppose you’re right,” Cody says. “I did make you wait a whole week, I guess I can wait a few hours.”

“Nine hours,” you say. “And I’m all yours.”

“You’d better get some rest then,” he responds. “You’re gonna need your energy.”

“Goodnight, Cody,” you laugh.

“Goodnight, baby girl.”

——————

Cody’s house is bigger than you expected, especially for a man who lives alone. You assume it’s the same house he shared with his ex wife, but opt not to bring it up right away, in an effort not to spoil the mood.

As soon as the two of you arrive at his house, Cody explains that he needs to run to the store for a few things, and encourages you to explore the house to feel more comfortable. You wonder if he can sense your nerves and wants to give you some space to get acclimated without him watching. You do as he suggests, and wander through every room in the house.

On your journey through the house, you see a baseball hat that catches your eye. The black hat with white lettering that says ‘call me Daddy’ makes you think back to the night that Cody called you. You wonder if he purchased the hat afterwards as a joke or if it was something that he owned for a while.

After you change into some boxer shorts and a t-shirt, you settle onto the sofa and scroll through apps on your phone, waiting for Cody’s return. You feel yourself become sleepy from sitting in one spot, staring at a screen, so you maneuver onto your back with your head on the arm rest. You aren’t sure how long you lay there before falling asleep.

You awaken in Cody’s arms as he’s carrying you bridal style up the stairs. For a moment, it doesn’t feel real, but when he glances down at you with a chuckle, you feel it rumble through his chest.

“Go back to sleep, baby girl,” he mutters. “I’m bringing you to bed.” As soon as Cody lays you down on the bed, and you see that he’s still wearing your favorite suit, you grab his arm to stop him. You sit up on your knees, your hands fumbling with his belt buckle. “What are you doing, hm?” he asks, still grinning at you.

“I don’t want to sleep,” you whisper.

“What do you want, then?”

“I want you, Cody.”

“How bad?” he asks, gently stopping your hands. “Hm? How bad do you want me?”

“So fucking bad,” you reply, voice weak. Cody grins, unfastening his watch and crossing to place it on the dresser. He sits at the foot of the bed and removes shoes, taking the time to put them away in the closet. You can tell he’s trying to drag it out still. “C’mon, Cody,” you whine.

“Okay, babe,” he chuckles, leaving the rest of his clothes on and finally maneuvering onto the bed. He urges you to lay on your back again before he kneels between your legs.

Cody kisses you without warning and you inhale sharply, grasping his shoulders. He takes your breath away with the kiss, causing you to pull away sooner than you would like. You hold his face gently between your hands, peering into his eyes, as if you’re trying to read his mind. He laughs softly, leaning back in for another kiss.

Cody kisses as though he’s just as desperate as you are, his teeth coming in contact with your lips, nipping so hard, you wonder if you’ll taste blood. When he kisses across your cheek towards your neck, leaving bites in his wake, you feel how swollen your lips have become already. As Cody reaches your pulse, he bites down harder than you expect, and you let out a strangled whine.

“Fuck!” you gasp, arching your back to press against his body.

“Are you mine now?” Cody asks, kissing your neck, hands grabbing your thighs to hold them snug against his hips. “Hmm? You belong to me?”

“Yes, all yours,” you breathe. Cody hums, gently biting at your pulse this time and grinding himself against you. “Fuck, Cody,” you whine, grabbing handfuls of his jacket.

“Mmm, no, no,” he mumbles, leaning back onto his knees to look down at you. “You know what I want to hear.” You bite your lip, your heart pounding in your chest.

“I’m yours, daddy,” you whisper.

“Damn,” he grins. “It’s even better in person.”

Cody licks his lips, eyes wandering over your body, your boxer shorts and t-shirt making you feel exceptionally underdressed compared to his black suit. His eyes keep traveling down until he looks down at his own pants, noticing that the damp patch that you left on his crotch from when he was grinding against you. The sight makes you blush, embarrassed by how wet you are from such minimal action.

“What’s got you so fucking hot, hm?” he asks, wiping the dampness from his pants with two fingers.

“The suit,” you reply without thinking, too lost in the sight of Cody cleaning the taste of you from his fingers. “Fuck.” Your face heats up more as you realize how desperate your voice sounded. Cody grins wider, rubbing his thumb along his bottom lip.

“So it’s that fucking easy with you, huh?” he whispers, taking hold of your thighs again. “All I have to do is put on a fucking suit, and you’re drenched.” Cody yanks you by your thighs, pulling you closer to him. “Any other kinks you wanna share with me, baby girl?” he continues, leaning down to kiss your neck.

“Not yet,” you reply, nuzzling your head against his and slipping your arms around his torso beneath his jacket. Your fingers dig into the fabric of his waistcoat feeling the warmth of his skin radiating through the layers.

“What if I told you…” he begins, slipping his hand under your shirt to cup your breast over your bra. “That I want to eat your pussy? You’ve been so good this week, putting up with all of my teasing…let me show you how it’s supposed to feel.”

Your breath comes out shuddered, which you don’t expect. Cody’s fingers tease your nipple through your bra, as he continues to bite your neck. You’re desperate to find your words to respond to Cody, but when he grinds against you, all you can do is moan. You grasp Cody’s face, pulling him back so you can peer into his eyes once again.

“I don’t have to,” he says, softy. “If you aren’t comfortable with it.”

“I trust you, Cody,” you whisper. “Ever since you first brought it up last year, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about what your tongue would feel like…and your fingers...” Cody smirks, listening to how breathless you sound before you’ve even started.

“Yeah?” he asks, sitting back on his knees, peering down at you. “Let’s get these off then.”

Cody begins to tug your boxers and panties down, so you lift your hips to allow him to remove them. You sit up quickly, tugging your shirt over your head and tossing it away. Cody leans in to kiss you, his hand moving behind your back to unhook your bra. As soon as the clothing is off of your body, Cody moves off of the bed, yanking your body so your legs hang off the edge of the bed while you rest flat on the mattress.

As he removes his jacket, his eyes are on you, tilting his head to peer between your legs. When he rolls up his sleeves, the gaze he sets on you makes you feel vulnerable, so you instinctively begin to pull your thighs together.

“Uh-uh,” Cody says, leaning over to rest a hand on the bed beside you and using his other hand to ease your legs apart again. “Don’t be shy, baby girl. It’s just me.”

Before you can respond, you feel Cody’s fingertips teasing along your thighs towards your core. As soon as his fingers come in contact with your slickness, pressing to your clit for a moment, you inhale sharply which makes Cody smirk.

“You haven’t been touched in so long, huh?” he asks, bringing his fingers to his lips. He parts his lips and sticks his tongue to lick the taste of you from the pads of his fingers, maintaining eye contact with you. When he wraps his lips around his fingers, sucking every last taste of you from them, you grasp his wrist, pulling his hand away from his mouth so you can kiss him.

The taste of yourself on Cody’s tongue makes your head spin, and you find yourself desperate to have his head between your thighs. You place your hands on either side of his face, pulling him back so you can kiss along his jaw towards his neck. His hand finds its way back to your clit, teasing it softly but enough to make your body twitch.

“Cody,” you whine against his skin. “Please.”

“Please what, baby girl? Tell me what you need. I’ll do anything you fucking need me to do.” When Cody’s fingers start to rub circles on your clit, you respond by biting his neck to stifle your groan. “Fuck,” he whispers in your ear, bumping his head against yours. “Tell me.”

“I want you…”

Unable to focus due to Cody’s fingers still toying with your clit, you trail off with a soft moan, pushing Cody to lean back enough to see his eyes. You hope he can read it in your face, but he just stares back at you with his lips parted, waiting for you to speak. You urge him backwards, trying to guide him where you want him, so he kneels on the floor between your spread legs, waiting.

“Say it,” Cody commands, hands resting on your knees. “If you say it, I’ll do it.”

“Fuck, please eat my pussy,” you beg, cupping his jaw. “Please, Cody.”

“Anything for you, baby girl.”

Cody pushes your thighs further apart, before he leans in, giving a gentle bite to your inner thigh. He cuts his eyes to your face as his tongue begins to tease your clit. His tongue moves tenderly, ghosting as if it’s not even there, traveling to your entrance to push the tip in just for a moment. He flicks his tongue over your clit again, which causes you to roll your hips against his face.

“You taste so good,” he breathes against you.

Cody takes his time, teasing your clit to make sure you’re as wet as possible. His breath comes in soft pants against you, his tongue working with precision. You can’t help the way you moan, desperate and loud, grinding yourself against his face to urge him on.

“Calm down,” he whispers. “Just feel it.” You listen to Cody’s instructions, relaxing into the bed to focus on what he’s doing.

The concept of time escapes you, seconds stretching out into minutes until you feel like Cody’s been teasing you for hours. Slow and steady, his tongue swirls and laps, open mouth breaths escaping him. When his tongue pushes into your entrance once again, this time deeper, your body lurches in surprise, your hands grabbing for him.

“Easy, easy,” Cody mutters. “I’ll give you what you need.” As you feel his fingers slowly creeping around your entrance, you spread your legs wider, making Cody chuckle against you. “You’re fucking desperate when it comes to my fingers, huh? Why is that?”

“I don’t—”

All words escape you as Cody slips one finger inside of you, still teasing your clit so slow it’s maddening. You can hear how wet you are as his finger pumps into you at a snail’s pace. Cody’s free hand reaches for you, lacing his fingers with yours. Wiggling your hips and pressing your heels into Cody’s sides, you hope he takes the hint to stop teasing.

“Mmm,” he hums, giving you a quick glance. “Are you rushing me? Got somewhere else to be?”

“I just fucking want you,” is all you’re able to reply.

“You have me, baby girl. Now, let me concentrate.”

This time, when he dips back between your legs, his tongue is pressing harder, more urgent as it swirls around your clit. The way his tongue moves, flicking faster and with more expertise than you imagined possible, makes your body tremble. You’d never felt anything quite like it, and already you feel the tightness beginning to form within you. Cody, as if he senses your approaching orgasm, starts to suck on your clit, much to your surprise. Your gasp turns into a moan, overwhelmed with the sensation.

“Oh, fuck,” you moan. “Cody, fuck, don’t stop.”

You hate to admit that Cody was right. You hadn’t felt like this whenever anyone else had gone down on you, but you don’t want to tell him. While you’re briefly distracted with your thoughts, Cody slips a second finger inside of you pumping faster. Your back arches off of the bed, pushing yourself closer against his face.

“Fuck, daddy,” you moan, letting go of his hand and threading your fingers through his short hair to tug him closer. Cody growls against you, never faltering his pace. “It feels so fucking good,” you mutter, grabbing for Cody’s hand again. “Fuck, fuck!”

Cody curls his fingers, pumping faster as he continues to lick your clit. With a breathless groan, you peer down at him to see that he’s looking up at you already, his eyes devious. You tug his hand towards you, slipping two of his fingers into your mouth. He leans away, kissing and biting your inner thighs while his fingers continue to pump into you.

“You look so good right now,” Cody mutters. “The way you’re sucking on my fingers, moaning like that, you’ve got me so fucking hard.” You pull his fingers from your mouth, knitting your brows together as you try to make your voice stronger than you feel.

“I wanna suck your dick so fucking bad,” you pant, as Cody uses his now free hand to tease your clit.

“Yeah? You do?” Cody smirks, biting your thigh harder. “Maybe I’ll let you…maybe.” You know his eyes are still on you so you relax onto the bed, running your hands over your stomach and your breasts. Your fingers toy with your nipples and; even though you’re trying to put on a little bit of a show for Cody, you find yourself responding to your own touch. “Feels good?” Cody’s voice is slightly strained, as if he’s losing his composure.

“Mmhm,” you hum, peering back at him.

“Ya’know, you’re squeezing my fingers so fucking tight,” he whispers, kissing your inner thigh. “I don’t think you’ll be able to handle my dick.”

“Please, c’mon,” you whimper. “I wanna…I wanna come!”

“Yeah, you’re close already, I can tell. But you know what? I think I can make you squirt without even using my fingers. What do you think?”

Without warning, Cody pulls his fingers out of you and dives back in face first. He uses his fingers to keep you spread so he can focus fully on your clit. Your body is trembling and your breath is coming out quickly, missing with moans and pleading Cody’s name.

Both of Cody’s arms hook under your thighs, pulling you even closer to him as he sucks and licks your clit. You tighten your thighs around his head, grinding against his face as your climax approaches.

“Oh, God, Cody!” you exclaim, grabbing onto his forearms.

Even with your legs clamped around his head, Cody’s own moans are loud enough to be heard along with the sloppy way he eats you out. His fingers dig into your thighs firm enough to leave bruises, keeping you from wiggling away as you finally begin to unravel.

You’re reduced to moans and whimpers, spouting out pleads that barely make sense. Cody keeps working you through your climax and you immediately worry he’s going to keep going to get another from you, so you try to pry his hands away.

“Please wait,” you gasp, finding his grip to be much stronger than you have the capacity to overpower. “I need a sec, baby. Fuck!”

Cody chuckles, finally letting you go so he can sit back and peer up at you. Looking down at him through half lidded eyes, you can see the mess you’ve made of him. His face is wet, along with his shirt and waistcoat. You bite your lip, slightly embarrassed at how sloppy you must look.

“Fuck, that was beautiful,” Cody grins. “Better than I ever imagined.” Your body continues to tremble, as you ride through the residual waves. Your eyes slip closed, your lips parted to let out quick pants. “Talk to me, baby girl,” Cody whispers, kissing your inner thigh. “You okay?”

“I’m…fuck, that was so good, Cody. I really liked that.”

“I could tell,” he laughs, continuing to kiss and lick softly at your inner thighs. “I wanted to get another one out of you, but I think I got a little carried away for your first one.”

“Come here,” you whisper, reaching for him.

Leaving one more kiss on your thigh, Cody moves so he is leaned over you, bracing himself on the mattress with both hands. You gently take hold of his face, pulling him in for a kiss. The kiss stays tender at first, soft and sensual, until you are overcome with desire, leading you to kiss and lick along his jaw and neck. You taste yourself on his skin, and you follow the trail down to his throat.

“You’re gonna leave marks,” Cody mutters.

“Do you want me to stop?” you breathe against his neck.

“No,” he chuckles.

“Does that mean I can leave marks wherever I want?” you ask.

“I don’t have a match until next weekend, so I’m all yours.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

With all the energy you can muster, you push him gently to stand upright, and urge him to switch with you. When he sits on the edge of the bed, you kneel in front of him, fingers finding the buckle of his belt.

“Hey, you don’t have to—”

“I want to,” you reply, glancing up at him. “Believe me, I really fucking want to.” He smirks, and nods his head, so you continue to undo his pants. “Jesus, Cody,” you mumble, pulling his length free and finally getting an eyeful of what he’s been bragging about.

“I told you,” he grins back. “I would have let you have it a long time ago.”

“I’ve wanted you since the moment I met you,” you reply, your hand gently wrapping around his erection. “I would have let you fuck me over a fucking pinball machine at that arcade if you wanted to.”

“Yeah?” Cody smirks wider. “I bet you fucking would have. You’ll let me do anything to you, won’t you?” Nodding your head slowly and peering up at Cody from beneath your lashes, you run your thumb over his tip to collect his pre cum. Making sure he keeps his eyes on you, you raise your hand to your mouth and lick the taste of him from your thumb.

“Mmm,” you hum, blinking slowly, teasing Cody. “I can’t wait to taste more.”

You stroke your hand over Cody’s slowly, sitting up higher on your knees so you can slowly spit to coat over his length. He lets out a soft him, and you glance up at him to see him loosening his tie and unbuttoning his top two shirt buttons. With your eyes still on Cody, you tease the head of his erection with the tip of your tongue.

“You’re so big, I don’t know if I’m gonna be able to handle it,” you whisper, licking from his base to the tip, making sure to get a taste of the pre cum that’s leaking. Cody lets out a small hum, spreading his knees a little wider for you, inviting you in closer.

You swirl your tongue around his tip before taking it between your lips, sucking softly while your hand strokes lazily over him. Listening to the way Cody’s breathing starts to falter only slightly from your actions, you decide to take him a little further into your mouth.

Cody hums, putting his hand on your shoulder briefly, his fingers curling slightly behind your neck. When his thumb presses softly against your throat, you let out a small whimper, thinking about Cody choking you. You pull back, looking into his eyes to see that teasing glint you’ve grown accustomed to.

“You’re distracting me,” you whisper, still stroking your hand over him. “And I really, really want to do this. Please.”

“Are you…begging to suck my dick?”

“Does that turn you on?” you ask, sitting up higher to lean towards Cody’s face. “Me, on my knees, begging for your dick? Because I’m so fucking desperate for you?” Your hand starts pumping faster, adding a twist along with each stroke. Cody nods his head slowly, letting out quiet panting breaths as though he’s trying to maintain composure. “Please, daddy,” you beg. “Let me suck your dick. I fucking need to.”

“Need to,” Cody echoes, his voice low. He keeps his eyes locked with yours as his thumb runs across your bottom lip, then slips into your mouth, easing your jaw open. When you stick your tongue out of your mouth, Cody cuts his gaze to the action before back into your eyes. Leaning a little closer to you, he spits onto your tongue, before pushing your mouth closed. “Good girl,” he breathes.

You rest back into your haunches enough to take Cody’s length into your mouth, bobbing your head along with the motions of your hand. You’re sure you can feel Cody’s eyes on you, undoubtedly watching your every move. When he groans, you move faster, adjusting your jaw just a bit so that your teeth gently scrape. The action makes Cody inhale sharply, and you notice one of his hands grab a handful of the comforter below him.

“Damn,” he chuckles. “You love this, don’t you?” You hum a ‘yes’ in response, purposefully dragging out the hum to send vibrations through Cody’s shaft. The small moan that he lets out is vulnerable, completely uncharacteristic of him, but it only drives you to move faster.

Each movement takes Cody deeper into your mouth, so you place your hands on his thighs, opting to only use your mouth. Your pace quickens, bobbing your head, and hollowing out your cheeks as you try to take him as far as you can. Relaxing your throat you feel yourself taking him deeper than you expected, so you bring one of your hands back to steady him at the base of his shaft.

As soon as he hits the back of your throat, you pause, holding him as deep as you can for as long as you can. The noise that Cody releases is between a whimper and a moan, strangled as he tries to keep composure.

You keep still as long as you can, longer than you imagined you could given Cody’s size. When you pull off of him, you drag in a deep breath, spit dripping down your chin as you try breathe. Looking up into Cody’s eyes as your hand starts to jerk him again, you feel your heart skip a beat. His mouth is open, breath staggered, his eyes on you with a look that you’ve never seen from him before.

Desperate to get him off, you take him back into your mouth, picking up the pace even faster than before and using your hand to stroke what you can’t fit into your mouth. Cody’s groans of your name mixed between breathless expletives let you know he’s getting close, so you take your free hand to cup him lower.

“Fuck,” is Cody’s strained response as you massage his balls. His legs are restless, one of his hands resting on the back of your head, fingers pressing down.

When his climax hits, you can’t help but moan along with him, swallowing everything he gives as you work him until he tries to push you away.

“Jesus Christ,” he pants. You look up at him, wanting to remember the way that he looks, knowing that you were the one who made him feel that way. “Holy shit,” Cody says, looking down to you. “That was fucking incredible.”

“You taste good,” you say. He leans down to kiss you gently, and you can feel him shaking slightly from the waves of his own orgasm.

“I think you taste better,” he whispers against your lip. “Better than candy.” When you bite your lip, Cody smiles, a softer, less cocky smile than he normally gives you. He reaches for your shirt that lays on the floor and uses it to wipe your chin. “So, how about a shower?” Cody asks, tucking himself back into his pants.

“Together?”

“Of course,” he replies, helping you along with him so you’re both on your feet. “We can go for a drive, and then come back home so I can make you dinner. How does that sound?”

“Really good,” you mumble. “I love you, Rhodey.” He smiles and kisses your forehead.

“I love you, too, baby.”

#cody rhodes imagine #cody rhodes smut #cody rhodes x reader

[lilsedge]

The Best Secrets

Bad bunny x Dominik Mysterio twin reader.

Request by: @lokis-queen01

No warnings

Readers Pov

Me and my twin brother Dominik joined the Judgement day back in September of 2022. Life has been great with them. I started new friendships and so did Dom. Dom even started a relationship with Rhea.

We are currently in Puerto Rico for backlash. Where Rhea is going against Zelina and Damian is going against Bad Bunny.

It’s Friday night, so we are getting ready for smackdown. I was with the group backstage, but I still managed to get lost. I don’t know how I do it. I keep walking until I hear footsteps running towards me, “bebita, wait up.”

“Oh hola, guapo,” I replied back. Bad Bunny is my boyfriend. It’s been a secret though nobody knows except us. Not my family, friends. Not even his family or friends. He grabs my hand bringing me to a place backstage where nobody was. Bunny starts off by saying, “bebé what if you join the LWO tonight.”

I chuckle, “babe, it’s going to take a lot more convincing than that.”

“Well you see,” he continues, “how many matches have you been getting.”

“Not that many, but it was like that before,” I reply.

“I get that yes, but your father has changed and he could get you more matches now.” He says.

“Plus,” Bunny pauses, getting closer to me, “I’m gonna join tonight.”

I give him a peck on the lips, “You know I love you too much.”

“I know,” he replies with cockiness, “If you love too much you can join me and we can finally show people we are together.”

“I do like that idea,” I giggle.

“So let’s do it.”

I smile at him and nod, “ok, okay yeah let’s do it, so I can finally show everyone who owns me heart.”

We kiss one final time before we part ways. I finally found the way to my dressing room.

Smackdown starts with the LWO. While waiting backstage to go out to ring realization hits. I’m actually betraying my twin today in a few minutes. The Judgement day theme song starts up. Me, dom, Rhea and Finn all walk out together.

While walking up the ramp I giggle at Finn saying hola a bunch of times. We stop at the top of the ramp as Dominik rips a LWO shirt from a fan and rips it down the middle. Walking up the steel steps I pick up one of the mics that is laying there. Finn sits on the middle rope pushing the top one up for me to get in easier. I look at my twin and see Dom doing the same for Rhea. Then I look at my father and his team. That is the team I’m going to be on by the end of the night.

Dominik tries to say something to our father in Spanish, but like always the crowd boo’s louder than him. My thoughts are to wild to even think right now I don’t focus on much for this promo.

All I know is that a mixed tag team match is happening between Rhea and Dom vs Our father and Zelina. With that we leave the ring Dominik sitting on the middle pushing up the top rope again, but I don’t go through knowing he’s going to hit our father.

He gets up from the rope going the slap Dad. I get in front of him. He comes to a stop looking at me confused. I didn’t have to turn around to face the LWO knowing they also looked confused. I don’t speak to Dominik or nothing I just shake my head. Dominik just scoffs and leaves the ring. I’ve never him or Rhea and Finn so mad at me before.

Once they leave up the ramp. I finally turn around to meet my fathers gaze. He just brings me into a tight hug.

Smackdown is almost coming to an end which means it’s the mix tag team match going on. People are probably confused why I’m not out there with either the Judgement day or the LWO. It’s because I’m standing here with my boyfriend. My nerves finally start to hit when I realize we are going to become internet official in less than 15 minutes.

“Bebita, it’s almost time for us to go out, you’ve been in your own world. You okay?” Beni questions.

“Oh yea I’m fine it’s just it’s all becoming real soon,” I reply.

He just nods and gives me a quick peck on the cheek before we meet up with the LWO boys. Bad bunny’s theme song plays as we all make our way from backstage. Me behind all the boys. Beni tells the LWO boys to go attack Finn and Dom while he just walks to Damian. I follow slowly behind him knowing not to get in the ring tho.

I make my way to Zelina instead, checking to see how she’s doing after that brutal match. The LWO and I make our way to the ring after the Judgement day leaves. I go straight to Beni's side. Rey pulls out a shirt for bunny then pulls out another one for me. I smiled at my father and put it on throwing the judgment day one I had back at them.

Bad bunny grabs me. I look up at him, grabbing his face and giving him a really passionate kiss. After a few seconds we had to pull away because I couldn’t stop laughing. The look on my brother's face is so funny. The LWO is just jumping up and down happy for us.

This is how I wanted life to be. With my father again and finally telling people who owns my heart. The only part missing in this almost perfect story is my brother who’s been there forever with me. We’ll get there soon. I just have to enjoy the happiness I have right now.

#bad bunny #wwe x reader #wwe fanfiction #wwe imagine #Bad bunny x reader

[netherworldpost]

TRICK OR TREAT

A small box, purple and ribboned green. Inside are things, pleasant yet not yet seen.

Dreams, maybe, of places yet visited -- or places visited yet not yet returned to, in quite some time.

Wrapped in woodsmoke, that pleasant, and a leaf -- no, two -- it has been a good year, let us celebrate this success with harmless excess.

rambling ->

This will (probably) be the only trick or treat I respond to this year. You're the first! That's the bad news, that I'll probably only write one of these this year.

The good news (in active progress all season) is that I'm working on a whole system of them.

<- rambling / making sense ->

In 2014, I ran a promo on Evil Supply Co. where folks were invited to write in "trick or treat" and I would come up with a unique ramble (as above) for them.

Just for them. A gift of text. No duplicates. Each wildly different. How was that so long ago question mark exclamation mark.

I peaked into whatever information they provided to write something specifically customized for them using all of my powers of deduction (i.e. reading + skill as a storyteller) TO WRITE A TINY ***CUSTOM MYTH*** FOR THEM

(see above) (for yours) (enjoy!)

Answered LOTS.

It ended up being dozens. I don't think it was actually 364, but I do believe I ended up doing a few hundred, but. Y'know. Gif. Can't pass it up.

Tons of fun.

Tons of work!

Tons of fun though.

"I think you might have said something about a plan?" you might be wondering.

I don't know you and I don't know how familiar you are with my work and I'm guessing this is just a fun ask without prompting.

However.

I never let a chance to ramble go to waste.

Netherworld Post Office is being built as "an independent media company".

Fancy words.

Means we do lots of stuff.

Right now we're making myths for back office clients.

We're building a front office shop. Cards and stickers and zines.

That's two of the "lots of stuff."

A third of the "lots of stuff" is a continual "trick or treat" blog.

I'll run through some logistics quickly. You didn't ask for any of this part but this is the trick to the treat.

The Trick or Treat blog will be a public archive. Some things I'll just write because the blog'll need some stuff to get going and keep going.

But sometimes there will be a "trick or treat!" shop entry. Limited quantity. Available until sold out. One per customer. Working out the details. Randomly during the year it'll come back in stock until it's out of stock again.

If you snag one, it is $0.00 with $0.00 shipping and handling. Anywhere in the world. Trick or treats are free!

I'll write a tiny myth like the above.

It'll get printed on a card.

We cover the printing and the postage.

It'll get mailed to you. Wherever you are in the world!

Tiny postcard print.

Written just for you.

Mailed to just to you. For free! Anywhere in the world!

Trick or treat!

Via the mail!

You caught me in a late night business session and I had a solid amount of sleep today for the first time in weeks and so I Am Full of Energy.

Enjoy your treat!

I've carved off the launch date because (uncomfortable laughter) the problems we thought we had solved were solved but they weren't the only problems lurking.

It's fine.

That's business.

I'm smart and I've added even smarter folks helping me figure out the complex problems.

netherworldpost.com has the mailing list if you're thinking "huh I like the idea of receiving a launch email sometime when this all sets up."

I've overstayed my welcome in answering this ask, so I'll see myself out after a big "Happy Halloween!" to everyone

(or small I guess, text size is structured for reading)

(and we're in a small text section)

(...wrapping up...)

Thanks for this space.

The Trick or Treat blog is in active idea-ation-stage-ization because it is October and the October Energy is Rampant so we're grabbing it while we can to figure out this very October thing.

This gif selection is reminding me I am due for a witch hair appointment

Paying that bill requires cash (fair and good and fine)

And remembering "oh stones, money exists"

means remembering "oh bones, I gotta market this machine lest it devolve into An Ungodly Expensive Hobby"

so

that URL for email signup

one last time

netherworldpost.com

(I am actively reducing coffee intake and increasing sleep intake and my schedule has coincided with "tonight is a coffee night" + "today was a heavy sleep day" and your ask came in on "I am planning a big project")

(let this be a joyous warning to folks who ask me things)

(I MAY ANSWER) (IT WILL BE LONG) (IT MIGHT NOT MAKE SENSE)

#october 31 #autumn blog #october #halloween #snail mail #autumn blogs #autumn snail mail #halloween snail mail

[riptideripley]

Chapter One of: Addicted.

word count: 1,196

Ever since they first met Roman had been hooked. Seth had this spark to him that Roman felt like he could get high off of. June 2nd 2014 replays in his head every day and he just couldn’t stop it. Liv and Rhea worked through their issues so why couldn’t Seth do the same with him?

Friday rolled around and it was about time for the promo segment they had. Seth was sitting in his dressing room when the door opened, revealing Roman.

“Long time no see.”

“Yeah.”

The small talk happened often between the two, they seemed to never be able to get over what happened a whole decade ago. But only when Roman needed..him was when they would actually “talk”. They last time they found themselves “having a conversation” ended in them fucking in Roman’s hotel room.

“What do you need now Ro? Is it Rhea or..-”

“No it’s not her and it never will be. Just wanted to..check on you I guess.” he confessed, not daring to make eye contact with Seth. Truth be told he was actually nervous around Seth due to him being the only one to see him so vulnerable.

“I see..why don’t you close the door and come have a seat hm? We have 20 minutes to spare.” Seth spoke to which Roman obliged and sat down on the black leather couch.He didn’t speak, just sat there trying to form his words before he said something stupid. “Heard about you and Rhea last week, everyone was talking about it. You know you two really have to work that whole shit out before the whole world knows.” Seth broke the silence which quickly reminded Roman of what happened the week before.

Flashback.

“Rhea you know that wasn’t supposed to happen. I swear I didn’t mean f-“ “BULLSHIT. You swore no one and I mean absolutely no one would find out about that yet here comes Jimmy throwing the shit in my face!” The two went back and forth. What were they arguing about, you may ask? Well to cut shit short they hooked up after Rhea retained her championship at Elimination Chamber. They swore up and down it meant nothing to them but god knows they were both wrong.

“Rhea I’m sorry ok? He must’ve saw the messages in my phone ok just-“ “No Roman that’s bullshit. Why the fuck would he even have your phone?!”

“HEY! Can you two knock it off? People are looking. Take this somewhere private for fucks sake” Dominik finally spoke, having enough of them bickering. The two looked at him and looked at each other, choosing to go into her dressing room to talk.

End of Flashback.

“Yeah..we’re trying, she’s still mad at me and rightfully so.” “I mean I would expect her to be, you swore to keep it private but let your idiot cousin ruin it” Roman sighed and nodded at his words. Letting his head fall into his hands he sat there, not really knowing how to take in all of the stuff he’s been dealing with. Seth stood up from his chair and sat next to him, placing his hand on his thigh.

“Look Ro. Try talking to her next week alright? Now cmon we don’t have much time before the segment and you know how long your cousin takes.” he cracked a joke that made Roman laugh, I mean he was right cause my god did Rock take forever.

Fast Forward.

Everything was going fine in the segment..until Roman grabbed the mic. The second the words “crossdresser” left his lips, Seth’s mood completely changed. At first Seth could not even believe what the fuck he was hearing and then it hit him what Roman actually said. He knew Roman would definitely be paying for that later.

Hour and ½ later

“Seth you know I didn’t mean it just please-“

“No Roman I don’t want to hear it. That’s what you wanna call me now really? Oh just the other night you were calling me d-“

“OK! Jesus I get it. Look I said sorry ok?”

“Don’t wanna hear it. Meet me in my room got it?” “..Alright.”

20 Minutes Later.

“Seth can you- not tease like that..” Roman breathed out with a slight whine, being teased by Seth for 5 fucking minutes that felt like an eternity. “Someone is needy tonight huh pretty boy?” Seth chuckled out, finally giving into what Roman wanted. “Damn near didn’t need any l..lube.” Seth breathed out as he eased himself inside. Roman’s breath hitched as he gripped onto the sheets in front of him. He attempted to reach back to hold Seth’s hand but was quickly slapped. “No touching. For me to be a crossdresser you know..you seem more like the type.” he spoke with a small laugh at the end, not wasting his time as he began thrusting at a rough pace.

Roman’s body damn near fell forward if it wasn’t for Seth holding him up by his waist, with all the teasing he went through on the way to the room and during those 5 minutes he was sensitive. “S- Seth-“ Roman choked out, already feeling like he was getting close with the insane pace Seth was going at. “Cmon pretty boy..you know that’s not my name.”

“f..fuck. please daddy” he finally whined out making Seth smile. “That’s more like it..” he chuckled out, lifting one of Roman’s legs over his shoulder. The position was nothing new for the two but it always made Roman let out the sluttiest high pitched moan you could ever think of. Roman was a babbling mess at this moment, unable to even form a proper sentence. “c..close” he built up the courage to whine out. “Fine pretty boy.. let go for me” and with those exact words, he came. Seth wasn’t far behind and before Roman could even process everything, Seth pulled out and flipped him around.

“You know what to do.” Oh he definitely knew.

15 minutes later.

“Roro..Cmon get up big boy” Seth sighed as he lifted Roman up off the bed, sitting him up straight to wipe his entire body down. Roman just sighed and rested his head against Seth’s shoulder.

“You going back to your room”

“Yeah..just give me a minute.”

Seth nodded and let him down carefully to lay there, placing his clothes in a pile on the chair next to the bed(it wasn’t there before🌚). Seth went to the bathroom and got a wet towel, leaning down to clean up some spots off the floor.

Roman sat up and slowly put his clothes on, not really speaking to Seth. This happened often between them, they would just fuck and not speak. It pained him but he would never mention it. Seth watched as Roman grabbed his stuff off the night stand and walked to the door.

“Hey..make sure to call me tomorrow alright? I have something planned for you.” Seth spoke as Roman opened the door making him stop.

What in the entire fuck was Seth planning??

“Yeah..alright.” he responded and walked out the door.

#wwe #rhea ripley #dominik mysterio #wrestling #roman reigns smut #roman reigns #seth rollins #seth rollins smut

[bettyshoweduptotheparty]

Midnights vs Daylight

Thoughts on TS Midnights title and promotion (This will tie into my ‘Thoughts on the Eras tour’ theories)

I think we can all agree that folklore and evermore were pandemic products. If there had been no pandemic, it stands to reason that Lover would have led directly into Midnights (especially with the way the re-recording process has inspired this album). And that’s interesting because Lover was originally meant to be titled Daylight.

So instead of getting an album called Daylight, we now have an album called Midnights, the polar opposite. Could that be because daylight never came after all and she’s stuck in an eternal night?  

Midnights announcement and visuals

In the midnights announcement on socials, we got two images: the cover of Taylor holding the lighter, and the image under the announcement text from the promo photo shoot. Immediately, these two do not look like they are front and back of the same album. The cover image on white background has a modern classy but glamourous tone to it, and the announcement photo has a depressed 70s vibe. So the duality here is not hidden, and that confused me at first, but I do think this is deliberate and once we got the Anti Hero mv, it became clear why:

Midnights is about hiding your true self in favour of protecting a beloved public image and Taylor has perfected this to such a degree that her public and private personas have become two separate entities battling each other until they finally learn to co-exist, as we see in the two Taylors in the mv. One is the quiet contemplative one, the other is the loud party girl. One writes the songs, the other is the performer. One is the trusting people pleaser, the other knows that everyone will betray her. These two Taylors and their differences are the overarching theme of the video, and that theme carries over into the dichotomy of the midnights album style: Private vs public

Front: She’s wearing her glittery stage make up here so while we can’t see her outfit, I do think this is meant to be the performer Taylor. She’s holding the lighter open and looking at the flame, which to me feels a bit threatening, like she’s poured the fuel and is about to drop a match into it. And what did performance Taylor do this year on tour? Ah yes…burn the Lover house. (More on that HERE if you haven’t read my lover house theory). We should have seen it coming 😊

Back: The second image has even more to unpack, both in the photo and the text. I wasn’t a gaylor on the internet back in 2022 so forgive me if I’m repeating what other people have already pointed out. Taylor is inside with the curtains drawn, blocking out the outside world, looking hopeless with her head in her hand and phone in the other. The old phone could be a reference to the one she uses in the Anti Hero mv to call for help, so maybe she’s trying to call for help here and no one is answering. Or it could be a nod to the red phone from MMWM which many have pointed out could be a reference to the ‘red telephone’ Moscow-Washington hotline during Soviet times, which was used to deliver encoded messages. I like this interpretation, because the way she’s holding the receiver looking so devastated really gives me the vibe of someone who’s been on the phone with a person for ages who is just not getting the message. Almost like someone whose constant flags and encoded messages are falling on deaf ears (to a large majority)… I’ve also noticed that there is a framed photo of two people on the table in this house where she supposedly paces the floors alone at night, but can’t really make out enough to say anything more than that.

Now for the text: I’m by no means the first person to point out that the ‘lanterns lit… out searching’ is from one of Emily Dickinson’s letters to her lover Sue which seems a fitting comparison for Taylor, the writer of many lyrical love letters to her muse and lover. But what really gets me is the sentence

‘Just maybe, when the clock strikes twelve … we’ll meet ourselves.’ Why the ellipse? The sentence would have made perfect sense without this, so why add that deliberate suspense?  What happens when the clock strikes 12? In the following months we also got the ‘it’s a clock’ video announcing that the four midnights vinyl covers together make a clock, and then the Eras tour literally starts with a countdown to midnight. Clocks ticking down to 12 are also in both the Bejewelled and Karma mv, so safe to say this means something. The obvious one is the Cinderella connection, which was probably an Easter egg for the Bejewelled mv, but if that’s all it was then it could have stopped after the video was out. Notably also, Cinderella’s party ends at midnight, whereas Taylor’s starts both in the mv and on tour. Midnight is the first minute of a new day, so this seems a lot more about new beginnings for me, than eternal darkness. I’ve pointed out in a previous post that Taylor references the song ‘Naughty’ from Matilda the musical in her Eras tour performance of Anti Hero. That song not only references Cinderella heavily, it also includes the lyrics ‘Every day starts with a tick of a clock/ All escapes start with the click of a lock.’ So… interesting that the announcement post mentions both ticking clocks and cages. Is she escaping from her self-made cage at the strike of midnight? Which brings us to the final, but very loaded, sentence of the announcement.

Meet ME! At Midnight

Before you come at me, yes I know, that’s not how it’s written. It’s meet me, not ME!, but that would be first and foremost, way too obvious, wouldn’t it. I still think that this is where she is taking us with this sentence, back to the beginning of the Lover era, the dawn of daylight, if you will. If you need a reminder, ME! was the first single off of Lover and kickstarted the sunshine and rainbows parade that was meant to be her coming out with the glorious ME! OUT NOW post on Lesbian Visibility Day in April 2019. This whole summer has felt strangely similar to that, with cruel summer becoming a single and playing endlessly on the radio, Taylor being unashamedly queer in public and surrounding herself with other queer artists, gaylor discourse in mainstream media outlets, and then of course, Karlie Kloss of all people showing up to the last LA show. The congratulatory comments under GLAAD’s instagram post from the VMAs felt much the same to me as the ones under TN’s post of the ‘proud’ bracelet back in 2019. The people that get it, get it. We are officially in the soft launch period.

So, is there going to be a hard launch? Maybe. With all this open queerness I could totally see her just gradually turning it up until she gets photographed kissing a woman in public one day and it’ll just be a case of ‘deadass thought I made it obvious’… But the lesson from the 2019 (not so soft) soft launch was that a lot of people would still rather default to accusations of queerbaiting than assume that she is queer herself (as shown by what happened to Kit Connor last year), and I’m sure she wouldn’t want that again. For that reason, and the fact that she did have a plan to explicitly come out in the past, I think she may have another go in the future, whatever form that may take. One thing I will say, as it ties into this midnights to daylight theme, is this:

With all this clock/countdown imagery, it is notable that the three different versions we have so far of the midnights album are all chronological on a clock. Starting at the top, we have midnights, then the 3am edition, then ‘dawn’ which is around 6am, so to complete the circle we’d need a 9am (or near enough) version. I know that seems unlikely, as 9am is definitely morning and not night anymore, but maybe that’s the point, that at the end of midnights we have a daylight version. ‘You’re loosing me’ is still not officially out on streaming so there is a glimmer of hope that maybe one more version is coming.

What era are we actually in…?

It’s hard to remember that we are actually still in the midnights era with all the re-releases stealing the show and the throwback to lover with cruel summer. But given that the masters heist foiled her plans to come out and made Daylight into Lover, it makes total sense that the 'midnights to daylight' era is the one that includes those important re-releases to further this journey.

She has made so many positive changes and additions to these ‘Taylor’s versions’ that I think it’s just as much about owning her work, as it is about owning the narrative she puts out there. And on that note, it may not be a coincidence that the titles that Taylor has left to reclaim now are her birth year, her name and her reputation, all things that are intrinsically linked to her, and she has arguably never been more authentically queer out in the open. I’m not saying these next three re-releases are suddenly going to have she/her pronouns, but they may have vault tracks that would never have made the cut back in the day. And if we thought the 2017 version of rep was already unbelievably gay… I won’t make any predictions for the tv, but I have high hopes.😊 And I still think that if we end with debut (tv) in June 2024 (Pride month), then ‘TAYLOR SWIFT OUT NOW’ isn’t looking too far-fetched.  And I recon if I was putting out something called MY version of MY name, I'd want to make sure that it absolutely reflects who I am. It did surprise me initially that debut wasn't the first album to be re-released and it's in fact now looking likely to be the last one, but it makes sense if she is using it as an opportunity to go back to the beginning and re-write the story. What a boss move that would be: ‘My version of ME, OUT NOW’ and maybe she really means it this time.

My prediction is, that the end of the midnights era will also be the end of the re-releases (some time next year) and with the final one we end the night and step into the daylight. ☀🌈

#taylor swift #gaylor #taylor's version #ts midnights #midnights to daylight theory

[judgementdaysunshine]

"when it's hard for them to contain a smile, so they grin so wide it lights up your world" and some fluff shit with Damian where reader are dating irl and they are enemies to lovers. They have a in ring promo with sami and kevin where TJD interrupt and they keep looking at each other

Oooh!

Welcome to judgement day

Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem reader

Description: During a promo for charity the judgement day interrupts and a secret is revealed

You smile and wave walking to the ring as fans cheer shaking hands with Sami Zayn and hugging Kevin Owens being friends with him not too long into your career. You and the boys were doing a big promo match for charity doing a tag team match with Liv Morgan and Sasha Banks by your side until you hear the judgement day's theme playing looking to see the smoke and the purple wings as they come out and walk down to the ring locking eyes with Damian smiling making your heart flutter smiling back at him coming up with a plan and whispering it to the girls then whispering to kevin to tell sami and Drew McIntyre as Rhea came in the ring while Dominik and Finn got in the other side. You had turned to face rhea but bumped into damian "So we heard that someone in this ring has a secret that needs to be shared with everyone but we gotta find out who it is" soon everyone was in a brawl fighting rhea until damian pulled you away pretending to tackle you as you pull him to the ground until dom questioned you "Is it you? What are you trying to keep hidden carino?" you look at everyone before looking at damian to see him giving you a look of support as you take a deep breath in "It wasn't going to be hidden much longer...I guess the plan we had is out of the window" you sigh as you stretch feeling your heart race. "We? Who else is in on this" you look at damian smiling sweetly at each other as you walk to him holding each other's hands as you kissed each other as the fans cheered along with everyone else in the ring while finn held the post in shock, dom dropped the mic and jumps on the ropes, while rhea jumps out the ring standing in front of a chair getting hugs from everyone standing hand in hand with damian looking at the three across the ring while everyone else got out showing the support they had for the two of you squeezing damian's hand knowing how nervous he was. Dom jumps off the ropes standing in front of the two of you "You're still my brother and I can tell that you love her and for me that and that I have seen how wonderful she is that's all I need" they hug each other "Welcome to the family hermanita" you smile and laugh hugging dom before he stands beside you finn joining a second later "You're right mate and I'm not gonna lose a damn good friend" they go do a handshake and fist bump "Glad to meet and have you with us" he hugs and gives you a peck on the cheek joining the three of you as you all stare at rhea outside of the ring looking at the ground feeling nervous until you hear cheers and footsteps. You look up to see her a foot in front of the four of you "You are one of the greatest friends I have and if you love her I'm willing to give her a chance" they hug each other smiling in relief as he lets a huge breath out as she stands in front of you bringing her arms out "From now on you have my trust" you pull her in a hug smiling tearfully as she puts an angel wing necklace on your neck and writes a symbol on your arm realizing it's the scale symbol she has on her face and the boys shirt being pulled into a group hug by her as they all hug you with the fans cheering in support as damian picks you up in his arms sharing another kiss as you all continue the match together.

#damian priest x reader #wwe #damian priest #wwe x reader

[podcastenthusiast]

BG3 (Astarion centric) Fic Recs

It's that time again. First, a shamless promo for my fics. Now onward to the real gems.

Reflecting Endless Down the Hall by Asidian

If he turns to watch as Cazador gulps down the meal, Astarion will have to think about it. If he thinks about it, he'll have to acknowledge the smell. If he acknowledges the smell, strong and rich and intoxicating, he'll have to think about how much he wants it. How much his stomach has tied itself into knots at even the thought of a taste. How his teeth ache, and saliva floods his mouth, and how if he could wrench back even the barest scrap of control, he could bend down and lap at some of the precious liquid drying on his own hand. He can't, of course. So he swallows, and he forces down the endless hollow ache inside him, and he does his very best not to look as Cazador takes his time over a young woman who had been, up until three hours hence, a vapid, lovely young thing in a ruffled dress with quite a knack for dancing. -

A series of vignettes that will parallel Astarion's past life with Cazador versus the the way he finds himself living after awakening on the beach in the sunlight.

sunrise, with hope its arrogant rider by edelgarfield

Astarion stares down his nose with that familiar haughty glare. “I suppose that makes us even, now.”

You search his face, trying to find the missing piece that will make the puzzle take shape. You think of what little he’s told you about his life before this strange journey of yours. A cruel master that delighted in his pain and two hundred years of being brought to heel.

It comes to you in a dizzying rush. “You think I left you there as punishment.”

Astarion accidentally, kinda-sorta drains your blood and leaves you for dead. Three weeks later, you drop a monastery on him. You refuse to let the story end there.

bloodlust by KathrynShadow

Liar, blazing across her mind, the first clear thought she’s had so far. It’s almost a relief to be so certain of something, so she lets it go.

Bourbon, Blood, and Backward Glances by GreyscaleCourier

“Lovely.” Your master smiles with teeth. “Astarion, will you be joining us?”   You keep your eyes on the floor but you have been addressed and you will answer. There is only one answer. “I would be honored. Thank you, Master.”   or, Astarion brings groceries home and feels bad about it. Not bad enough to risk solitary confinement again, but kinda bad :/

Casual Banter by death_frisbee

A party like this one is bound to result in some interesting conversations.

The Dawnbringer and the Day Walker by LunaristicTides

A vampire and a cleric of Lathander fall in love until one decision ruins everything. Five years later, she's called upon to face the biggest regret of her life and she'll stop at nothing to fix it, but it might just shatter the rest of the world.

Silver-Tongue by starkraving

Astarion fast-talks an abnormal number of enemies into killing themselves in the shadow-cursed lands and the team makes idle (then less idle) conversation about it. It’s completely fine and doesn’t bother him at all and it absolutely doesn’t draw additional questions about why he does what he does for the team... and what they in turn would do for him. IE: Origin-run Astarion fic because its interesting to me how the party reacts to their vampire buddy if he doesn’t have Tav to be a social buffer for him. Act 2 content and spoilers.

Strange Smile by starkraving

Wyll, Karlach, and Lae’zel speak with a Gur monster hunter in a bog and Astarion happens to be there. It’s a very awkward way to get outted as a vampire to your (mostly) unsuspecting teammates. AKA: Tav-less party jumps the team rogue and holds him down for questioning. It's fine.

Echo by miraculan

"Aren't you supposed to be dead?"

Astarion dropped his arm with a huff despite his surprise, wondering where he might have crossed paths with him before the ship. Maybe a regular at some city tavern that watched him vanish for more than a day or two and assumed the worst. Maybe a sword for hire that took jobs from Cazador that saw him get hauled off by Godey. Definitely not anyone Astarion spent an evening with, or he wouldn't be standing here to ask stupid questions.

"I'm trying to ambush you and you're making it harder than it needs to be." He sighed, not letting the words sink in before drawing his knife and pivoting, only for it to be harmlessly swatted out of his hand and into the sand by the stranger's off-hand scimitar quicker than he heard it being drawn. Fuck. This entire encounter was going badly. Embarrassingly so.

Like Stones, floatingvon Water by Cirrocumulus

He watches, his thoughts a jumbled mess of malice and mirth, as the poor vendor sweats and stammers.

Every needle and thread he ever owned he did unspeakable acts for, just to keep the clothes on his back from fraying, from flaying the way his skin so often did.

He sees as his companion lowballs the merchant and yet the trade is made, and the fine satin fabric is hers for the taking.

She gifts it to him with a smile, and he knows not how to react.  ~*~ Or: Five times Astarion is reminded of owning nothing, and five times his traveling companion gifts him trinkets to change that.

A Little Mishap by Asidian

When the dust clears – and it is a frightful amount of dust, all told – Astarion is marginally surprised to see that no one has been left a bloody smear on the cave floor.

Really, he can't be blamed for assuming the worst. The boulder is the size of the tunnel, nearly, the sort of impending doom that ranks with gale-force winds and approaching dragons on the list of things that might inspire a man to pray to any gods kind enough to lend an ear. Astarion isn't that sort – any god who might have granted him a boon has had centuries of prayers they might have chosen to answer before this, after all – and yet here they stand, miraculously intact, as though some deity just so happened to have glanced their way at just this moment.

Perhaps Wyll is a religious man

Liberty and Her Ghosts by timeboundpythia

"They do insist on asking me how I feel."

Seducere by Tlon

Astarion doesn’t need a reflection to know himself – two hundred years of servitude has shown him exactly what he’s good for. Odd that his new partner seems to disagree.

Or, five times Astarion regretted being seen over the past centuries, and one time he didn’t.

Broken Mechanism by laquearia

He’s the prickly sort, their resident rogue—sharper than any briar patch and twice as vicious. His words can carve deeper than his daggers despite their feigned placidity, all honey-sweet syllables and lengthy non-answers that often mean nothing at all. He darlings and my dears them, and sometimes he’s almost convincing enough to fool them into thinking they’ve had a real conversation when the only thing he’s shared is how bland the weather’s been and that he enjoys red wine over white.

Most of the group has given up trying to wheedle anything substantial out of him. Nothing more than a waste of time and energy, Shadowheart told Tav a few days prior. He’s never serious about anything, and even if he was, I doubt he’d tell us.

Astarion’s words echo in Tav’s mind, all cut glass consonants and pure, unbridled desperation: don’t touch me.

This time is different.

Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow by Nebulad

He didn't know how long he stayed down there. He didn't need air, but he needed blood. His hunger went from a static hum in the back of is head to a roaring thunder, pounding against the back of his eyes and making drool run down his jaw and uncomfortably into the neck of the stiff formal wear he was wearing. He hadn't been dressed particularly finely that night in the manor: who had changed his clothes? Where was he?

His brain rejected the answer on the tip of his tongue.

kindred by aevallare

And it's then, with his fingers buried inside her and her back scraping against the bark of the tree, that she looks into his eyes and sees –

Nothing. Like he isn't even there.

"Stop," she says, breath ragged with pleasure that feels like poison.

He might be the most beautiful creature that she's ever seen, bathed in this moonlight, and the wicked smirk he puts on only strengthens his case. "What, darling? That close already?"

“You don't want this,” she says simply, still out of breath, and for the first time since she’s met him, Astarion seems speechless. -

auri knows people, and that's how she can tell; astarion is deeply, deeply fucked up.

no one will love me like you again by FlowerCitti

Karlach smiles at him as the sun begins to set, her eyes softening around the corners, a nervous look flickering over her features. And Astarion is already expecting what comes next, but it still feels like shards of ice blooming behind his ribs.

“Do you think I can sleep in your tent tonight? Now that I can’t hurt you or set the damn thing on fire.” She asks with a breathy chuckle, an uncharacteristic anxiety making her shift on her feet, her bottom lip caught under her teeth. He has no disillusions on what her words could mean. She’s not likely looking to do much sleeping when she is free to touch him now.   (Or, Karlach can freely touch the people she loves now. Astarion makes a few wrong assumptions.)

innocence died screaming by FlowerCitti

Astarion feels like a starving fox released into a pen of chickens.

His lean fingers pick at his cravat, easing out invisible wrinkles, his tongue tracing along his own fangs. His eyes dart over the street, his head full of new scents and sounds, pounding at the back of his skull. He can taste the pulses of the people that pass him by, can smell the blood that rushes through their veins, intoxicating in its temptation.

He feels like a ravenous animal, a stalking predator just barely blending in amongst a sea of prey. But whoever he finds, Cazador had instructed for them to still be breathing by the time Astarion brings them back. He can’t rip the throat from the first thing he sees, no matter how much he finds himself aching to. There’s an impossible emptiness inside of him now, a growing abyss, and he finds himself wanting.   (Or, Astarion and the prince who swept him off his feet after he had already given up on happy endings.)

suck the rot right out of my bloodstream by FlowerCitti

Astarion moves his legs just slightly to press against Casmir’s broad shoulder, a teasing point of contact. The tiefling doesn’t shift away.

But his hands still haven’t moved to tend to Astarion’s wound.

“Can I touch you?”

Astarion stares at them for a few moments, meeting that burning gaze, fanned by thick lashes. People don’t often ask him that—they just do. It didn’t matter whether he wanted them to or not, only that he was a pretty thing they wanted to get their hands on.

He shakes his head before he can fade away into bad memories, blinking several times. He smirks instead, slipping into flirtation easily, eyes lidded and something like revulsion at himself bubbling in his gut, “As much as you’d like, my dear.”   (Or, Astarion has had his consent revoked for over two centuries. Then he meets Casmir.)

where the light won't find you by AndyAO3

Rather like a frog being slowly brought to a boil, by the time Astarion realizes he's doomed himself, it's already too late.

sating the hunger by Velwyn

He wanted to know more about him – he needed to. He wasn’t sure if it was the charm or the mysterious air Astarion played up that peaked his interest more, but Gale was eager to pry him open – to get past that book cover and discover what secret knowledge he would uncover in those pages.

Pretending to be People by Fr0g_king

The night was going off without a hitch; hunted someone down, brought them back, headed for the dorms. And then Cazador requested he join him for dinner, and, well, nothing was ever pain-free with Cazador.

I'm Up, I'm Up by baozisdragon

People don't expect Karlach to be very observant.

the bitter darkness, the flickering illusion by arenathesia

“Straight or serrated?” Godey can barely speak, his misshapen jaw swallowing half his words and his glee drowning out the other half. Astarion understands him though, as easily as breathing, and Cazador is no different.

“No need to make it easy for ourselves,” his master responds.

(Just when he thinks he understands his master, has seen the furthest depths of his cruelty, Astarion is grabbed by the throat and dragged deeper in.)

Butterfly Caught by myristica

Right. Get the moonlantern, kill some cultists. Cultists that are completely evil and not people driven by circumstance to try to find some sense of belonging. Don’t think too hard about it. *** Trauma-bonding with the sad spiderboi and sad biteyboi.

Scorch by 1Ced0Ateram1

Astarion and Karlach try to unwind after a difficult day on the road. Burnt flesh and charred clothes might just be a fair trade for a kiss.

one of thousands by nachttour

A contemplation about living with someone who has a hard time saying no, who has a hard time accepting 'safe' touch from others that he is not directly in charge of; and a larger contemplation about what it is like to love someone who will never move along in time with you.

A small story considering how one Tav out of many Tavs in many worlds acclimates to living with Asterion after the events of BG3.

Will add more as I read more!

The Light of The Seven by Verelia

Cazador Szarr calls his home a palace. Cazador Szarr calls himself a father.

The palace is a prison. The father is a cruel master to the seven spawn he sired. And the siblings--

They were each others' brothers, sisters, enemies, tormentors, victims, shoulders to cry on, hands to hold, eyes to blacken, and yet--the only ones who understood.

Quick Step by starkraving

As more and more people join the party – all of them adventurers of some repute or renown – Astarion becomes all that more disposable in comparison. He endeavors to keep up or be left behind. (Because of course they will leave him behind. Right?) AKA: Act 1 Astarion’s race from a true level one character to team rogue and the rest of the team's reactions to that.

cause my love (is mine, all mine) by mahoushoujochan

After the Nautiloid crash, it feels like everyone has gone their own way, though there’s still so much to do to help the city. But even more importantly: there’s so much that Tav must do to help her friends.

In which Tav and Astarion look to heal a sun allergy, a recovering city, seven thousand bloodthirsty vampires, and maybe themselves along the way. Except there are no shortcuts to healing or learning how to love.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #bg3 fanfiction #astarion #cj's fic recs

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Heyy I am so happy that your requests are open! Your work is genuinely amazing. I wanted to request an elizabeth olsen x reader where the reader is super famous and gets attacked by the paparazzi. Lizzie hears about it and is pissed off and super protective. Thank you!

Paparazzi

Elizabeth Olsen x GN!Reader

Summary: The paparazzi attack you, and your girlfriend gets protective.

Warnings: Reader has a panic attack (not in specific detail but still there), otherwise fluff

Word Count: 1k

A/N: I am so happy that you like my writing! Please guys, keep the requests coming. Love to receive them, love you guys.

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You didn’t mind being famous. Honestly, you were happy that your films were well known, because you probably wouldn’t have met your wonderful girlfriend if they hadn’t blown up. For a lot of celebrities, relationships are fast and plentiful. That’s how it was for you until you met the amazing Elizabeth Olsen. Now, the two of you had been in a relationship for the past two years, and you couldn’t be happier.

Your most recent movie, ‘Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery’, Took you all over the world on press tours, which meant you were away from home for quite some time. Finally, as the promos came to an end, you were ready to head home and see your girlfriend for the first time in months.

You had flown home, trying to be as incognito as possible on the plane so that no one would be aware of where you were landing. Your bodyguard, Leo, escorted you the whole way. Both of you were dressed in sunglasses and baseball caps, and he was wearing a tight muscle shirt and cargo shorts. The two of you make small talk as you wait for your luggage, and you continue to chat as you walk towards the airport exit.

Leo pauses for a second in front of the restrooms before saying, “Hey, I gotta go to the bathroom. Will you be okay out here for a second?” You nod and he gives you a grateful smile before speed-walking through the entryway. You lean against the wall, watching people go past.

One man catches your eye from where he is sitting. To any other person, he would look like a normal man sitting and reading the newspaper. To you and your celebrity trained eye, you can clearly see that he is a paparazzo. 

You pull the hat on your head lower, hoping to hide your face, even if it is in vain. He gets up and comes closer to you before pausing, looking around, and then sprinting. Before you can even move, you are surrounded by paparazzi yelling at you and shoving cameras in your face.

“Y/N! Look over here!”

“Y/N! What was it like working with greats such as Daniel Craig and Kathryn Haghn?”

“Y/N! How is Elizabeth?” 

You try to stammer out a response but the surprise of the sudden attack makes your anxiety run wild. Your throat feels like it’s closing up, and you can barely breath, let alone complete a sentence. Everything goes blurry and the yelling voices seem to get further and further away. Suddenly, a big shape that you slightly recognize as Leo comes into view and begins to yell at the paparazzi. 

He shoos them off with the help of approaching airport security, and as they deal with the situation, he comes over to help you. You realize that you have slid to the ground, and tears are leaking out of your eyes. 

Leo wraps one of your arms around his broad shoulders, and he hoists you off of the floor. You try to control your breathing as he helps you hobble to the waiting car outside. He helps you into the back seat and tells the driver where to go before turning to you and putting his large hands on your shoulders.

“Y/N. Look at me, breathe. Come on. Follow my lead. In, out. In, out. In, out.” You do as he says, and soon your vision begins to clear up and you feel as if you can breathe again. You wipe away the tears on your cheeks before pulling Leo into a hug. For once you were happy that you had insisted that your bodyguards had to be trained in dealing with various mental illnesses, as they affected both you and your girlfriend.

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As soon as you walk in the door, a figure slams into your body. You let out a shocked laugh, wrapping your arms around your girlfriend. She pulls back and looks into your eyes, smiling, but her smile quickly melts off of her face as soon as she sees the tear tracks on your cheeks.

She cups your face tenderly, inquiring, “What happened, baby?” You shake your head and try to turn away, but she forces you to make eye contact. You shrug it off as if it was nothing, mumbling, “It was nothing, babe. Just a run in with the paparazzi. Had a tiny panic attack. Leo helped me out.” You try to say the last part quietly so that she doesn’t hear you, but she catches it.

She immediately gets a stormy look on her face, and she brings her arms down so that her hands are clenched by her sides. “Call Leo up here. I want names. The fucking paparazzi has gone to fucking far.” You quickly put your hands on her arms and rub up and down so that she might calm down. 

“Baby, please. It’s all done now. I just want to relax with my girlfriend who I haven’t seen in months. Please just come sit down and cuddle with me,” you say to her in a pleading voice. She holds her angry facade for a second before sighing and giving in. 

The two of you walk into the living room and sit down on the couch, Elizabeth curling up in your arms as you turn on Ted Lasso. After a couple of episodes, you hear a light snoring. You look down at the beautiful woman in your arms and realize that she has fallen asleep. You turn off the TV as quietly as you can and carefully lift her up so that you can carry her to your guys’ bed.

After she is tucked in, you climb in right next to her and snuggle up as close as you can. You love your girlfriend so much, and you are always glad when you are reminded of how much she loves you. Even if it’s under unfortunate circumstances. You feel her tuck her head underneath your chin, and you close your eyes with a smile on your face.

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