❝ I MISS BEING SINGLE ❞

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pairing . . . f1 drivers x reader

◦∘｡ﾟ. summary . . . you prank text your boyfriend by telling you “miss being single”.

◦∘｡ﾟ. note . . . more than a month off and i’m coming back with this one texts au because i am obsessed with them😭 (thanks to @norrisleclercf1 & @percervall for cheering me on with this idea)

★ CARLOS SAINZ

★ CHARLES LECLERC

★ LANDO NORRIS

★ LEWIS HAMILTON

★ MAX VERSTAPPEN

★ OSCAR PIASTRI

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Judgment Day Fluff

I’d Like Some Wholesome Judgement Day Please… My Week Has Been Hell So Far AND IM WRITING THIS ON

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it one of the few days everyone has off

and you beg them to spend the day relaxing. No chores, no working out, no training

just a day for all of you to spend time together

So. Many. Cuddles

your head in Rhea’s lap, your feet in Finn’s lap, Damian’s head on your lap, and Dominik’s head on your chest where you can run your fingers through his hair

its just a mess of limbs on the couch with you in the middle

Arguments about what movies you watch, and on who has to get snacks for everyone

Even if someone needs to get up, they will put it off as long as possible

you’ll end up staying up late

Not just because no one wants to get up and move to bed, but you also know that once you go to sleep the day is over

and tomorrow you have to go back to normal, adult, activities

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clxudn1n3

1 year ago

✧ 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 || brock purdy ♔

summary: after a devastating loss, brock feels this emotional toll on him, weighing down on him. and y/n is the one who helps him through it.

warnings: the super bowl ('23), the chiefs (mentions), sad brock, sad

publish date: 02/12/24

notes: you all wanted this and that's all i'm going to say. jk um, i cried a lot while writing this. there tends to be a little trend of hatred towarsd the chiefs but um you should've expected that. you're welcome. (don't worry, there's fluff at the end bc i can't control myself) | add yourself to the taglist ➺ taglist! (i don't have an nfl right now but maybe i'll add one in the future)

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Her heart broke as soon as the Chiefs got their last first down, but in reality she knew from the moment that Moody had to kick the field goal that the game was over. She had hopes, of course, for their defense, but she knew. She had wished she was at home, able to turn off the TV to hide the disappointed look on Brock’s face, but she couldn’t. She grabbed tightly onto Kristin’s hand, tears glistening in both of their eyes. The two watched in mock horror as Hardman caught the ball, Chiefs fans erupting in cheers.

Niners fans sat, or stood, in shock as the people around them hugged and laughed with one another. They felt numb, eyes completely unfocused from the scene in front of them. Some fans ran their hands over their faces, through their hair, and under their eyes. Some fans stared angrily at the Chiefs fans, they had no right to win.

Kristin wrapped her friend into a hug, unable to stop her tears as well. Y/n had been with Brock through it all, through high school, through college, through his draft, through his rookie season, through everything. All she wanted for him was to win this game. He didn’t deserve this, he had done nothing to prove himself time after time again, and now he was going to be shit on because he didn’t make a third down conversion.

She pulled away and toyed with the band around her finger, their anniversary date engraved on the inside. Her hand moved to her necklace next as she stole a glance down at the field, feeling the outline of the 13 on her fingers. Brock was walking off the field and she couldn’t see his face but she knew what it looked like. It wasn’t a face she liked to see, it made her cry silently at night while Brock slept next to her or if he was across the country.

She hadn’t felt so infuriated when they announced who the Super Bowl MVP was, she wanted to yell at all the Chiefs fans around them, tell them that it was just a bit of dumb luck. She wanted to scream at them for thinking that they were everything when they weren’t, for thinking about no one but themselves. She had come from a family who experienced heartbreak in sports like no other, did they know how that felt? To watch their team lose? To watch the love of their life lose and think that he wasn’t good enough? Listen to him deteriorate himself with thought after thought? Did anyone stop to think about the players, their families, their fans? She wanted to scream at fans who didn’t care about the game, the ones who were there to see Taylor and her alone. She wanted to yell at the fans who mocked the niners, the ones who cursed at them, the ones who gave them shit. She wanted to yell at everyone and everything.

Tears streamed down her face and not once did she even attempt to wipe them off. She walked with Kristin out of the suite, holding each other’s hands in support. She could feel people’s eyes on her but she couldn’t care less, was she not allowed to be devastated for her fiancé? She knew Brock wouldn’t want to see her right now, he was too caught up in his own thoughts. She waited patiently outside Allegiant Stadium, hands shoved in her jean jacket Kristin had made for her.

When she noticed Brock walking towards her, she made sure that she stood strong, not letting him see how upset she was. He reached her in a matter of five seconds, instantly bringing her into a hug. She felt her shoulder dampen, sighing internally. He didn’t let out many tears, just a few, before he pulled back and wiped his eyes, “You ready?”

She placed a frown on her face and nodded, reaching for his hand, “Hotel, home, dinner?”

“Hotel please.” He gripped tightly to his hand and they made their way to a hotel room they had booked. They didn’t want to stay with the rest of the team no matter the outcome of the game.

She drove to the hotel, knowing how Brock got when he was angry or upset. His left hand was attached to her left, not letting it go for a second besides when they got in the car. Her gaze shifted between him and the road, trying not to crash in the meantime. Every time she snuck a glance at him, he looked sadder than before. She could see him fidgeting with some of her rings that she had on along with the bracelet he had gotten her when they won the Championship.

When she pulled into the parking spot, the two stayed there, sitting in silence. As the minutes passed, she started to get nervous about how the night was going to go. If she was going to be able to get him to take a shower, to eat, to sleep. She heard him sniffle, it was quiet but still audible for her, You wanna go up?”

He nodded, not trusting his voice to talk. They once again detached their hands for a brief second before they reconnected. As they entered the room, she realized how much of a mess she left it in the morning. She went to apologize but Brock locked himself in the bathroom. Then she heard the shower turning on, the water hitting the floor. She could only hope that he was going to be quick.

She changed out of her game clothes into one of the outfits she brought for lounging around. She listened as Brock showered, the water calming her nerves a little. She didn’t turn the TV on, didn’t put music on, just sat and stared as she waited. A couple of minutes later she heard something fall, and ran to go see what it was, “Brock, honey, are you okay?”

She got no response back and she sighed, attempting to open the door. He must’ve unlocked it from the time she walked away until now. She walked in and saw Brock curled up into a ball on the ground, his suit still on. She wrapped him tightly in her arms, not wanting to let go. She buried his head into her shoulder, placing his hands on her arms that rested around his shoulders and on his chest. His sobs were violent, mumbling incoherent words and noises.

If her heart could break anymore it would, she thought it could’ve shattered right there and then. His breathing grew heavy, unable to control it anymore. He clawed at her arms as a way to let her know it was hurting, “Hey, I’m here. It’s okay, baby.”

She kissed his head, moving one of her hands to run through his hair. He shook his head, not believing a single thing. When he had regained a bit of control he whispered out to her, “It hurts, y/n/n.”

She had to hold back tears, blinking them away as quickly as possible, “I know, sweetheart. It’s okay, we’re okay. I’m right here with you. You don’t have to do it alone.”

Eventually, his breathing evened out as he clung to her, listening to her heartbeat. When she heard the way his breathing regulated, she ran a hand over his chain, the one that had her initials on it,”I’ll always be here for you, okay?”

He nodded before she spoke again, “You want me to shower with you?”

“Please.” His voice came out desperate and a little squeaky from the crying and lack of use.

She helped him up, taking his suit jacket off and hanging up in the closet of the room. When she came he had already discarded the rest of his suit, handing it over to her.

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After Brock had slipped his sweatpants back on, they both sat in the bed, covers pulled over their legs. Y/n looked through her phone for restaurants nearby, “What do you want to eat?”

He shrugged, not particularly hungry at the time. He knew that she would give him a hassle if he didn’t say anything though, “Pizza?”

It was simple enough, both of them liked it and it was an easy thing to find. She nodded in response, going to place the order. They watched whatever was on TV, avoiding anything to do with football entirely. However, with it being Super Bowl Sunday there were no other sports on besides reruns. So they found a crappy TV show to watch, both of them criticizing it as they ate their pizza.

As the sun went down and darkness settled behind it, they lay in bed Brock asking to hold her. She agreed happily, whatever would make him feel better. His right arm flung over her as they laid on their left sides, his hand tracing patterns into her forearm. It was silent for a while, they could both hear the AC blowing softly.

Brock’s mind was racing with all sorts of thoughts. The good ones were primarily outweighed by the happy ones, not allowing him for even a second to be happy with his girl in his arms. He couldn’t help the thoughts that told him that he wasn’t good enough, that blamed him for the outcome of the game, that told him he shouldn’t be in the NFL, he was just a fluke.

He tightened his grasp on her as the thoughts kept coming and coming, “Brock?”

“Hmm?”

“What are you thinking back there?”

“Nothing.”

“Uh huh, sure. Now what’s really going on?”

“What if I am just as everyone says? What if I am just a pretty boy football player? A fluke? It’s my fault, it’s all my fault. I failed, y/n. I failed myself, I failed the coaches, I failed my teammates, I failed their families, I failed the fans. I failed you.”

She couldn’t take it anymore, the weight that he was carrying was unnecessary, it was too much for him. He did everything he could and more. She turned around, facing him as she looked dead in her eyes, “You listen to me, Brock Purdy. You are fucking amazing. You shouldn’t care what anyone else says, because you know what? They don’t matter. They don’t matter now and they won’t matter when you’re older.

“I get that everyone was banking on you to lead them to a victory and you led them to the best of your ability. You can’t blame yourself for the defense not holding them off, you can’t blame yourself for any penalty that may have happened, and you can’t blame yourself for not getting that third-down conversion. You did your best today, Brock, and I am so so so proud of you for that.”

“But what if my best isn’t good enough?”

“Isn’t good enough for who? For me? For Shanahan? For the team? You are good enough, Brock. You were the fucking 262 pick and you made the Super Bowl in your second year. You had 1387 yards in 9 games for a rookie. You had 4424 yards this year! And just in the regular season. You are the fifth overall quarterback right now, you know how fucking amazing that is. You are beyond believable, Brock.

“And this might be harsh but so what you didn’t win this year? It’s your second year and just making it this far was incredible. Yes, it would’ve been cool if you won and got MVP but you have so many more years to do that. It might not be today, it might not be next year or the year after that, but one year you will go out and win that because you deserve it.”

Brock’s eyes watered, caught off guard by her speech. He couldn’t even think of how lucky he was to have her at this moment. The way she had memorized his stats, the way she knew how he felt before he even knew, the way she was able to comfort him when he thought there was no coming back from it.

He kissed her head, “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby.”

He reached for her left hand and twisted the ring on her finger, “I can’t wait to marry you.”

They shared a smile and then she was pulled in tighter to him, “Thank you.”

“For?”

“For always being there for me. Through high school, college, the draft, rookie season, everything. You mean so much to me, more than you would ever know.”

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clxudn1n3

1 year ago

Be a good girl

Tommy shelby X female!Reader

Summary: tommy has been teasing you all day and It's time you get some payback... or something like that.

Warnings: SMUT, pnv, unprotected sex, creampie, cum eating, tommy's desk.

word count: 2067

smut under the cut

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Tommy spoke low in your ear. Hands on your hips helping to sit you on his thick cock. “C’mon love, you wanted it eh? You can take it just fine like this.” You struggled to take him in so fast, you didn't think he would just sit you on his cock. You pushed through and snuggled him into you, feeling full and warm. “Good girl, now stay still.” you shook your head and laid your head on his shoulder.

Tommy had been teasing you all day, since he had most of the day off, just needing to do some work at home he was free to grope you and kiss you tell you were dizzy. He never touched you enough though, he would pull away when things got too heated and leave you feeling hot and needy.

You had enough and decided to try at least to distract him as payback. Payback kind of, in the best way, backfired. Thomas Shelby didn't appreciate you trying to interrupt his work. He does however enjoy seeing how needy you were getting. So he gave you his cock, only to sit on, tell his work was done. Fifteen-twenty minutes tops he said, then he will fuck you. But only if you were a good girl.

You were going on twenty-five minutes now and you were beginning to really get restless. His cock twitched every once in a while and that got you feeling even hotter. You were soaking his crotch with your juices and you just needed to move. You turned your head to face Tommy, Lips brushing his neck. Your arms rested around his shoulders. “Tommy, it’s been too long.” You inform him.

He gives you a quick glance. “Almost done.” he states firmly. Scratching a few more notes down and turning to a new page. You roll your eyes. You couldn't take anymore waiting. Moving your hips softly you press a feathery light kiss to Tomy's jawline. “Love what did i say?” he asked with another glance at you. When you didn't stop he took your chin between his fingers and pulled you forward slightly to look him fully in the eyes. “What did I say?” he repeated himself. His voice is much darker now.

You gave him a small pout but continued grinding on his cock. “Please Tommy?” Tommy set his pen down and gripped your hips to make you stop. “Please, I need it.” you begged.

Tommy leaned forward and moved the papers he was working on out of the way. He gripped your thighs with both hands and stood. Keeping himself buried in you he sat you on the edge of his desk, your arms behind you to keep yourself up. He looked down at your sheer nightgown and how your nipples poked through the fabric. He admired your body before his eyes came to lock onto your own. “What was that princess? What do you need?” he asked. His thumbs drew small circles on your thighs as he held your legs open for him.

You felt your face heat up. The way his eyes bore into you, like they saw everything you are. Your pussy was dripping around his cock. “I need you Thomas please… I need your cock.” you said embarrassed.

Tommy smirked a little and moved his hips back a fraction just to see you gasp at the slightest movement. “Is that so?” he slowly rocked his hips into you. Giving you only a little friction to work with as his hands held a firm grip on your thighs. “Couldn't even wait thirty minutes eh?” He teased you.

You huffed and gave him another pouty face. “You've been teasing me all day.” you countered.

He chuckled and leaned down to kiss your neck softly before giving it a love bite. “Getting all needy from a few kisses huh? You wanted to argue back, but his lips and teeth on your neck are making your mind blur. “Need my cock love?” Tommy begins to actually thrust into you now. He didn't pull out completely but he kept a steady pace. Enough for you to finally feel a little release. Tommy lets one hand wander to your right breast. His fingers massages and pinch your nipple. You let out a breathy moan and tilt your head back.

Your eyes are half lidded as they look into Tommy’s. “More.” You looked at him with pleading eyes.

He cocked a brow and pulled back so far he was almost completely pulled out, holding just the tip of his throbbing cock at your dripping entrance.you felt so empty after having him buried in you for so long. “More what love?” he had left your breast to hold your jaw softly to force you to look him in the eyes. He wanted to see you beg.

You didn't want to give in, he was having too much fun teasing you. Without breaking eye contact you reached one arm in front of you to the hem of Tommy’s shirt and tugged him towards you harshly. Tommys cock slid into you a bit more but not enough to make you content in the slightest. You went to do it again but Tommy’s hand came down to grip your wrist, stopping you. “Use your words of love, don't act like a brat.” he warned.

But you did want to act like a brat, he teased you all day and he still wont fuck you. You immediately got an idea when his hand let go of your wrist. You grabbed a hold of his suit jacket with both hands and wrapped your legs around his hips and pulled him into you. His cock sinking back into your tight pussy made you moan and gasp softly and it caused Tommy to lose his breath for a moment.

Tommy’s hands were on your tights again to keep you still. He leaned down so your foreheads were touching. “That was a nasty trick, love.” he whispered. “If you're going to be so needy, maybe I'll see just how needy this pretty pussy is for me, eh?” His fingers gripped your flesh firm and he began to pound into you roughly. You threw your arms back to keep yourself in place as you almost screamed at the pleasure that was not hitting you all at once. Your breasts bounced with every thrust and your legs were shaking already around Tommy’s hips. Your face was full of pure bliss, your eyes screwed shut while your head hung back. “Eyes open love, watch how well I fuck you.” He commanded.

You reluctantly opened your eyes just enough for Tommy to seem pleased. His pupils were blown and he looked ready to eat you. A hand snaked its way between the two of you to your clit. He rubbed circles into your clit and watched as you had a hard time keeping your eyes locked on his. Your moans bounced around the room and your breathing became uneven. “Tommy- aah- i'm close please!” you cried out. Just when you were feeling yourself about to come undone he moved his hand away and slowed to shallow thrusts. You gasped at the loss of your climax and looked at him with tears pricking the corner of your eyes. “Why?” you asked with a pout.

His hand came back to your clit to rub slow circles to match his trust. “How much do you want my cock love?” he asked. He couldn't help but love the desperate look in your eyes. Needing to come on his cock to the point of tears. “C’mon princesses. just tell me and I’ll let you come on my cock.”

You looked at him through your lashes. You couldn't stop it anymore, You needed him to fuck you. You could hardly keep it together anymore. “Fuck me- please Thomas.” He bucked his hips to hit you a little deeper. You let out a strangled moan. “I need your cock please, I need you to fill me with your cum.” you pleaded.

Tommy let out a grunt before smashing your lips together. While his fingers sped up their assault on your clit his other hand came up to cradle the back of your head. He pushed you to lay back on the desk. His cock pounded into you relentlessly. His mouth left you to roam around your chest and neck. He sucked and bit your sweet spot and left marks far enough down so they can be covered up for a few days. You couldn’t help but babble out nonsense about how good his cock was and how good he fucked you. So fucking good.

“Now you're being such a good girl for me, just need my cock yeah?” Tommy spoke low in your ear. You couldn’t form full words. His name being one of the only things he could really make out between your desperate moaning and jumbled words. “Fuck, i want to see you cum. Can you do that for me? Come on my cock love.” He encouraged you.

Sensitive from Tommy’s finger on your clit and the overstimulation you were not ready for your climax. It hit you hard and fast and without warning. You were a moaning squirting mess under Tommy as you kept yourself steady with your arms around his neck. Your pussy spasmed around Tommy’s cock. “You want my cum love?” He asked, looking down at you as he slowed his pace to let you catch your breath. “Want me to fill you will my cum?” he asked again, pulling almost all the way out.

You nodded your head softly with a small grin. “I need it please Tommy.” You let out a soft moan and pulled him down enough to speak softly into his ear and forced his cock to slip back into your pussy. “Fuck me full with your cum.” You kiss the spot right below his lobe and softly bite the skin.

Fueled purely by desire Tommy's hips took up the same pace as before and pounded his cock into your pussy. You whimpering and begging for his cum had his cock twitching and painting your walls white in a few good thrusts. He kept his cock in deep while he caught his breath. He looked at your eyes ready to close shut on him. A small smile on your lips as you laid there with his cock still stuffed inside of you. “C’mon love wake up for me.” he chuckled, hand stroking your cheek softly. You look up and pull Tommy into a gentle kiss, tell you bit his bottom lip and his

fingers dig into your skin lightly. He pulled away and noticed the small smirt playing at the corner of your mouth.

Tommy pulled out of you as he stood. You gave a small whimper at the empty feeling. His cum was so deep in you but there was so much it was beginning to slip out already. With two long fingers Tommy scooped his cum back up to your entrance and pushed it back in. He pumped his fingers into your pussy a few times causing you to choke on a moan. “Tommy-” You whimpered out.

Pulling his fingers out he brought them to your lips. “Open your pretty lip’s.” he commanded. You did as he said and opened your mouth enough for him to slide his fingers in. “suck them clean love.” He said. You could taste both of your juices swirling around on your tongue. Your eyes fluttered shut as you licked his fingers clean and pulled off with a soft pop.

You looked up at him through hooded eyes. “Carry me to bed.” you demanded tiredly.

Letting out a snort Tommy picked you up bridal style. “How’s about a bath first eh?” he suggested.

You laid your head on his shoulder and snuggled into him. “But then all of your cum will leak out.” you protested. You were still feeling needy and now so cock drunk you just wanted Tommy’s cum to keep you full.

He looked down at you with a raised brow. “That so?” he played at being deep in thought. “Then I guess I’ll just have to fuck you to bed then, but a bath first.” He insisted. You grumble but only for show. You'd happily take another of Tommy's load’s before falling asleep wrapped in his arms.

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clxudn1n3

1 year ago

Chapter 19: A picnic and a declaration

Nessa starts to wake up to someone playing with her hair. She keeps her eyes closed and snuggles closer taking in the warm spicy scent of his fading cologne, his hand in hers resting by her head on his chest. “Mmm Good morning, Mariposa.” Damian grumbles, feeling the shifting in her breathing showing him she is waking up. Nessa just groans and squeezes her hand. A tender arm wraps around her waist, and lips press against her shoulder, tracing her skin with warm pressure.

“Good morning Bunny.” Rhea mutters and continues to kiss up her opposite shoulder, Damian still playing with her hair.

“Noooo I’m so tiiired!” She whines and hears laughter from the other bed where Finn and Dominik were cuddling, the pair are both snorting at her antics.

“Baby we gave you an extra hour but now we need to get up if we are going to eat before getting to the arena. You still have to train with Asuka, Indi and Zelina and you can’t do that on an empty stomach.” Dominik tries to convince her while snuggling closer to Finn, not proving his point when she finally picks up her head to see no one making moves to get out of bed.

“You first!” Nessa whines trying to snuggle back onto Damian and Rhea, but pouts when they slide out of bed and take the covers off so she can’t get comfortable again. Nessa sits up and crosses her arms, staring at the tan of the hotel wall, pointedly not looking at any of her partners.

“Come on Bunny get dressed so we can go eat and get to the arena.” Rhea gently grabs Nessa’s arm and pulls her off the bed and nudges her towards the bathroom. Nessa instead swerves and goes to her bag, digging out her sports bra, Black Veil Brides tank top and a pair of jeans. She stands there and takes off her night shirt, leaving her breasts exposed.

Nessa pauses as she feels the air in the room shift. She glances around the room to the shocked faces of the boys and Rhea sitting on the edge of the bed, resting her chin on her clasped hands, her smile from ear to ear, a spark of joy in her eyes. Nessa blushes at the attention but continues, sliding her shorts down and stepping out of them, a whistle of appreciation coming from Damian.

She ignores it and shimmies into her pants first, turning her back to them, trying to keep the confidence she had a moment before. The others watch as she continues to get dressed, Domain bites his lip and eyes her up and down before meeting the looks of the others who look touched at how comfortable Nessa is with them and the effort she is putting out for them. “Mariposa, you don’t have to change in front of us. We know how you feel you don’t have anything to prove.” Damian tells her, keeping his distance not wanting to seem imposing on her.

Nessa turns around a shy smile on her face. “Nothing to prove to you, but more so something to prove to myself. I’m comfortable around you all and can do the bing bing.” She starts to explain, and the room breaks out in laughter except for Dominik who only smiles, just happy she isn’t cutting him out anymore. He will gladly take whatever she is willing to give and if she is trying to return to how they were he won't argue that.

“Bing bing?” Finn giggles, as they move to grab their gear, and head toward the hotel door. “I love it.” He promises as Nessa turns a bit red. They head as a group to the breakfast provided to them by the WWE and the hotel’s partnership, before they make their way to the arena - the group is right, Nessa does have three very important female Superstars to meet. ___________________________________________________________________________

Nessa finishes changing into workout gear in the shared locker room as there is a knock at the door. Damian answers it to see Hunter standing there with Pearce. “We want to walk to the ring with Nessa and watch her training, to see how she is progressing. Between us I am hoping to have her ready for a match by Money in the Bank.” Hunter smiles, trying to pass it off as a joke.

“Paul, I haven’t agreed to wrestle but I'm not saying no. That seems too fast, people train for months, years before even getting to this company and that is on the training brand. I haven’t earned it and I don’t want handouts because of Jefe.” Nessa counters.

“Sweetheart I promise it isn’t a handout because of Rey. You are working hard and learning fast. You know the signals to take a move and to counter. You expertly maneuvered someone going off plan and still made sure they didn’t get hurt. If your training continues to progress you can be ready for a small 5 minute match by Money in the Bank, now it might be a predetermined match that you job but you can showcase yourself and what you have learned.” Hunter praises, Adam nodding along in agreement while Nessa looks at them with suspicion. They step out of the way so Nessa can leave the room, she looks back at her people who nod and gesture for her to go. She blows a kiss to them and walks out the doorway, Hunter closing it behind them and standing on one side of Nessa, Adam on the other.

“While we walk to the ring there are some things we need to discuss. First, the allegations against a certain superstar are being deeply investigated. I saw your reaction when his name was brought up, you don’t need to say anything. Just know there is an investigation underway no matter what happens in the Draft. If possible, when you are ready to give me details that would speed it along but I understand if you are unable.” Hunter explains as they walk, Adam clasping his hands in front of himself as they navigate the twists and turns of the arena, nodding to the backstage hands as they go. Nessa stays silent, staring ahead, surprising herself by keeping her composure.

Hunter then clears his throat and continues, “Secondly we wanted to talk about the plans for Backlash. We don’t want you out there for Damian’s match, it is a street fight and anything goes which for now would put you in too much danger to sell appropriately. There will be a bit where Finn and Dominik interfere with members of the LWO, you are to stay in the back and do a Vignette with Rhea to start pushing the story there. At the end you come out to tend to Damian’s ‘injury’. You know how the match ends, your cue will be once all the LWO are in the ring celebrating.” He explains and Nessa nods along, committing it to memory.

“You have two promos that night, one with Rhea and the other alone in medical where Roman corners you about an alliance. We emailed you your script, though Roman doesn't have one, just a gist so play off of him. You have great mic skills and an instinct that can’t be taught” Adam chimes in and Nessa preens at the praise and stands a little straighter as Hunter laughs at her reaction.

“Alright now show us what you can do.” Hunter states, leading her up the steps of the ring and she enters and starts stretching with the others. She can’t help the nerves she feels knowing her boss is ringside watching her train but she soon shoves that thought in the back of her head as they get started, practicing the moves she has learned the past few weeks and adding in a few more.

“Ok you can take normal bumps, throw believable punches, arm drags, DDTs, some counters as well as a new submission that you need to practice. You are picking up the basics quickly. Now I want to see you take a bump from the ropes.” Indi instructs, gesturing towards the corner.

“It’s no different than taking one from where you stand only higher.” Zelina tries to convince Nessa who isn't buying it.

“No it is not no different, if I land wrong I could break my neck.” Nessa harshly whispers not wanting Hunter or Adam to hear her flipping out.

“Just tuck your chin as you do on the mat. You took a beatdown from me and a swinging DDT you can do this. Now sit on the top rope and prepare for me to suplex you. Trust that I won't angle you wrong and remember in a match if I need you to counter I won’t tap your back.” Zelina pumps her up and reminds her. Nessa sighs and nods, getting on the top rope as instructed. Hunter and Adam watch her closely. Zelina smacks Nessa’s back as the signal to give a little jump to assist in the suplex and they land on the mat. Nessa momentarily clutches her back and arches off the mat before turning over and forcing herself to get up and grapple with Zelina who gains the upper hand and twists Nessa's arm behind her back.

Nessa groans at the straining in her shoulder but goes to her knees and sweeps Zelina’s leg out from under her and locks in a reverse figure four leg lock. Hunter steps back, looking in the ring proudly, recording a secret video as she has a mock match with Zelina. Asuka, and Indi yelling directions. They continue like that until Hunter calls for them to quit and go get ready for the show.

Raw May 1 2023 The Draft Day 2

With the show underway Triple H began announcing the rules of the Draft. The various members of the Judgement Day are in catering, Nessa on Dominik’s lap and playing with one of his hands while the other alternates between feeding Nessa and feeding himself, careful to not get any food on their outfits. Nessa wears a cut up pair of pants and a Judgment Day shirt with the others' faces on it, tied right under her bust. Rhea is sat next to them, wearing her ring gear, Nessa’s feet resting on her thighs across the bench. Finn and Damian sitting across from them.

Finn keeps glancing over his shoulder at the TV, to make sure they don’t miss their Cue. Nessa watches the TV as well, smiling when Hunter announces Rhea as the Number 1 Draft Pick. Collectively they aren't surprised, having known that in advance but Rhea still blushes. She has come a long way in the company. Nessa lets go of Dominik’s hand and grabs Rhea’s hand, giving it a soft squeeze in support. Nessa and Rhea look lovingly at each other, the group just happy in their little bubble.

They are brought back to the real world by four people joining them at the table filling all the empty seats. Nessa looks around to see Jimmy sitting next to Finn and Jey sitting next to Damian, Paul joining Dominik and Roman next to Rhea. The twins begin shoveling food like it is normal while Dominik sits there confused as well as the rest of the Judgment Day. Nessa doesn’t look surprised, having learned from her multiple interactions with them once they claim you it sticks and they all but claimed her when she did their checkups.

“Hiya Roman, Jimmy, Jey… Paul… Nice of you to join us.” Nessa welcomes them to their table, the only one that shocked her was Paul joining them. She has only met him in passing a few times. She is even more shocked when he starts talking to her. So shocked she doesn’t eat what Dominik is offering to her off their shared plate.

“Nessa, it is so nice to finally be able to sit down and meet you properly and have a talk.” He begins.

“It's an honor to properly meet you. I remember seeing you a lot as a kid, loved ECW by the way and when you ran Smackdown.” She praises, still eyeing him as he smiles at her. She notes it is different, a softer smile, more fatherly.

“That is high praise coming from you. I wanted to offer my services, if you need any advice, anything in general come find me or give me a call.” He offers, and Nessa quirks her head to the side confused and Dominik pulls her tighter against his chest. The other members of Judgment Day are going on the defensive.

The others at the table try to diffuse the confusion and distrust. “Hey man it’s nothing like that. I just see immense talent and potential in her and see the future of this company. You know how it goes.” Paul defends himself.

Roman speaks up after eating another bite of food, not worried at all about the newfound tension in the table. “It's also a favor to me and to him. They are both Jews and he wants to make sure she succeeds and as a favor to me since we claim her as one of ours.” He shrugs, Jimmy and Jey nodding along.

“Yeah man, he offered the same to Dom and Char and many others when they first started.” Jimmy explains before letting out a string of expletives as Roman kicks him hard under the table.

“Hey stop kicking each other for fucks sake first them now you. Children behave, I swear you will be the death of me, is that what you want?” Nessa wags her finger at them making Paul laugh as Roman and the twins look down muttering apologies. Damian hides his smirk behind his bottle of water as he takes a sip, glad it isn’t directed towards him that time.

“You are going to keep this whole locker room in line, I see it now. Running things behind the scenes and keeping the peace. The first piece of advice. Go meet more people in the locker room. Spend time in the communal locker room. Get to know them, don't just stay in your bubble.” Paul advises before getting up. “Gentleman and Rhea.” He nods to the others and turns to walk away.

“Roman what the fuck was that about?” Nessa raises her eyebrows and Roman smirks and shakes his head.

“What I told you. You work hard and it hasn’t gone unnoticed. You are young and beautiful and have the potential to be the best of the best and we want to see that for you.” Roman offers.

“Yeah Uce, even if you don’t want to perform, we haven’t been feeling this good or trusting the medical team like this for a while. You genuinely care, it's not just a job to you so whatever you want to do you got our support.” Jey promises, winking at Nessa and gets up, Jimmy doing the same. Roman stays put and just continues talking with Nessa and the rest of the group until a stage hand comes and gives them a 10 minute warning to get to Gorilla.

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Nessa stands between Damian and Finn on the dark ramp, Rhea next to Finn and Dominik ending the line as smoke billows at their feet on the dark ramp. They look up as the lights focus on them. Damian nods a long to the beat doing his thing as they start making their way down the ramp. Damian offers Nessa his elbow and she takes it with a smile, the crowd a mix of cheers and boos. As they make their way down the ramp Finn takes a step back allowing Rhea to step in front of him so she is in step with Damian and Nessa and he is next to Dominik for a moment, knocking their wrists together before all five of them line up at the bottom of the ramp, each of them smirking and looking around.

Finn bumps his fist against Damians in front of Nessa who steps into Damian’s open arm. He wraps his arm around her shoulder and guides her down one side of the ring where people cheer for them. Nessa surprises herself and doesn’t blush, staying in character and ignoring the cheers as she follows Damian up the stairs and steps between the ropes he and Finn hold open for her. The two men follow her into the ring and quickly cross it as Rhea jumps on the apron and poses behind Dominik. Finn and Nessa lean against the ropes as Damian climbs it and does his archer pose, cameras flashing grabbing the moment in time. Once everyone is in the ring they all get a microphone. Nessa is leaning against Rhea’s shoulder that houses the title as Damian begins to speak loudly into the mic, the deepness of his voice sends shivers down Neessa’s spine and she swallowed thickly,

“All rise to the Judgment Day staying united right here on Monday Night RAW, and all rise for tonight's First Draft Pick, Your Champion,” He gestures to Rhea and Nessa steps aside as Dominik shines Rheas title belt and Nessa steps next to Damian and he continues “Our Champion Rhea Ripley!” He introduces and Rhea preens and sticks out her tongue for a moment.

Damian pulls Nessa possessively against him and steps back as Rhea raises the mic to her mouth and laughs into the mic. “I mean was there really any doubt who the First Draft Pick would be, Huh?” She turns towards Dominik and Nessa bites the inside of her cheek to prepare for the out of pocket thing Rhea is sure to say next. “Mami’s always on top.” Dominik can’t control his face, Finn starts laughing and Damian pinches his nose to try to not break but is unsuccessful. Nessa smirks and nods like she is agreeing with Rhea as Damian tries to turn his face away from the cameras to collect himself. Rhea continues like she didn’t just say something that could get them fined.

“And you guys thought that you could get rid of us that easily, nuh-uh. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. The Judgement Day, we run Monday Night RAW.” Nessa applauds and responds “That’s Right” before Rhea continues, “And this Saturday at Backlash Zelina Vega is going to regret everything she has done to Nessa and to me on Smackdown when I pretzel her and remind everyone exactly why I am the most dominant champion here in the WWE.” She holds up her title, the rest of the Judgment Day clapping and sounding off in agreement.

Finn walks in front of Rhea and begins his part, “Yeah that’s right, Rhea is going to roll Zelina up like a hot snot and flicker, and I got some news for Bad Bunny because my man Damian,” He turns first to Dom then to Damian, temporarily forgetting their placement. Nessa places a hand on Damian’s chest as Finn continues, “Is going to tear Bad Bunny apart, and leave little fluffy pieces of him all over Puerto Rico. Maybe he’ll learn to keep his mouth shut about our little Nessa.” He gestures to her as the others mock Bad Bunny. “Tell ‘em Damian!” Finn steps to the side as Damian steps forward. Rhea pulls Nessa back to stand between her and Dominik. Rhea resting her arm on Nessa’s shoulder and leaning on her while Dominik wraps his arm around Nessa’s waist.

“Bad Bunny, I want you to listen to my words very carefully, Because I choose them very very carefully.” Damian rapidly goes off in Spanish, clearly upset and Nessa can't keep up to even understand. He realizes how rapidly he was speaking and takes a deep breath apologizing to them and continues talking, “Sé que eres una superestrella de la música, pero este es mi mundo. Igual de niño ganaste una lucha, pero estás equivocado. Has engañado a todos tus fans. Ellos piensan que puedes ganar. En Puerto Rico, te voy a dar duro. And Bad Bunny, Benito, at Backlash you will receive your punishment. I warned you about disrespecting my woman and getting involved in Judgment Day business.” Damian pulls Nessa to him again, by the back of the neck and capturing her lips in a searing kiss that she has to remind herself to keep it PG. Mercifully he breaks the kiss, pulling her to his chest possessively, playing up his character.

Dominik raises the mic to his lips as Damian and Nessa take a step back to allow him room. “I can’t…” He is cut off by the roaring boos of the crowd and his hand drops to his side. All of them turn around looking annoyed, Rhea yelling at the crowd to shut up then turning to Dominik telling him to not worry about it.

Finn speaks up into the mic in defense of Dominik, “Hey, let him speak!” The crowd roars more to where they struggle to hear each other as FInn continues, “Dom pay them no mind!”

Dominik looks around and raises the mic again to try to speak, “I cant..” The crowd gets even louder and it makes Nessa’s ears ring. She takes the moment to raise the mic to her mouth and the crowd quiets down interested in what she has to say.

“I have forgiven Dom his sins against me, he has proven to me he has earned it and The Judgment Day has welcomed me with opened arms, and I met my new man, Mi Rey,” Nessa’s ears twitch at calling Damian what she typically reserves for Dom but she continues without pausing, her hand resting on Damians chest “Let me put the rumors to bed. He doesn’t lay a hand on me that I don’t allow, any mark is something I’ve allowed and even asked for. Damian is a bad guy but he knows how to treat a woman right.” Nessa smirks and pauses listening to the crowd cheer at the obvious implications. After a moment of taking in the cheers she adds on “And you all need to let Dom Dom speak and show him some respect!” She has to yell into the mic, the crowd switching from cheers to the nuclear level heat that Dom can’t seem to shake.

Dom tries to speak again only for the crowd to start chanting you suck over and over again. “I can’t wait until Mami and Priest dominate at Backlash!!!” He yells into the mic trying to be heard the crowd still chanting "you suck” and booing. Dominik repeats again and continues “And until the Judgment Day dominates Santos, Zelina and my dead beat dad in a six man tag match and since the LWO got drafted to SmackDown, looks like this is the last night I get to embarrass my dad along with his loser friends in the LWO who want to lay hands on Mamita who has done nothing wrong and who has graciously supported me against my deadbeat dad who also laid hands on her. He wants to accuse Priest of abuse when he bruised her wrist the other week. They can run and hide on Smackdown.” Dominik yells into the mic.

He goes to add more but Rey Mysterio’s music comes on and out he comes with Santos and Zelina by his side and a mic in his hand, he raises it to his mouth to respond to Dominik, “Dom, no one is running or hiding anywhere. I did not mean to bruise mi hija Nessa.”

Nessa cuts him off, “Then you should understand this,” She gestures between Damian and herself.

Rey continues on like she didn’t buy in. “We were selected by SmackDown to compete Friday nights.Thats how the draft works, But I’m glad, I’m glad we’re not going to be on the same brand, because if you thought getting whooped at WrestleMania with the belt was bad,” he begins to point at Dominik, “Next time I would have busted out la chancla,” Zelina and Santos begin clapping while Nessa rolls her eyes and whispers into Damian’s ear where others can read her lips, “I’d like to see him try.” Rey sees this and turns his attention to her, “And nessa you aren’t excluded. I may be worried for your safety but you need to leave them and do the right thing. You are going down a dark path.”

Damian steps in front of her cutting him off, “You don’t get to talk to her or about her, do it again and I’ll end you.” He threatens. Zelina and Santos fake being scared, though there is a glint in Zelina’s eyes that gives her true feelings away.

Rey waves off the threat and continues, pointing to Zelina. “And I can’t wait to see Zelina leave Puerto Rico with Rhea’s championship around her waist.”

“Not a chance” Finn yells out, Nessa waves her arms in a no way fashion.

Rey doesn’t stop talking which is beginning to annoy Nessa, the match is supposed to start soon and he is going to make it late. “And I am looking forward to watching Bad Bunny romper de toda la cara Priest and anybody else from Judgment Day who is stupid enough to get in Bunny’s way at Backlash. Nessa you’ve been through enough I would hope you aren't that stupid to get involved in the men's business, then again you put yourself in the situation you are in…” Rey shakes his head to reorient himself, he got off track and immediately felt guilty at the look on Nessa’s face, like he himself hurt her. (break Priest’s face)

Damian and Dominik go off yelling at Rey for that comment, spouting threats, their microphones discarded so their curses wouldn’t be picked up, while Finn and Rhea momentarily check on Nessa who waves them off. She can handle Rey when the time is right.

“But before all that, the Judgment Day is going to get smacked right now by the LWO!” The crowd cheers as Rey’s music kicks back on and they approach the ring. Damian holds open the ropes for Nessa who quickly exits so she doesn’t have to be in the ring when Rey enters. She takes her place by the steel steps as Damian takes off his jacket and hands it to her. She slides it under the ring for safe keeping, wanting to keep her hands free incase she is needed for this match.

Finn takes his spot next to her as Rhea and Damian stand on the apron, Dominik in the ring to start the match, Rey starting it on his side, staring down Dominik. Disappointment evident in his eyes. Rhea smirks, reaching forward and tapping his chest to tag herself in. She enters the ring like a predator, her eyes on Rey her prey. Nessa can’t hear the taunts Rhea is giving but cheers her on all the same when she pushes Rey’s head. Rey turns around and Zelina is in the ring, he picks her up for leverage so Zelina can wrap her legs around Rhea’s head and take her down. Rhea flips onto the mat. Rhea quickly recovers and gets up, swinging at Zelina who dodges it.

However, Zelina can’t dodge Rhea’s kick, and she falls to the mat. Rhea turns momentarily to talk back to threaten Rey before focusing back on Zelina and going for the riptide. Zelina counters it to attempt to hit the DDT but the strength of Rhea is able to stop her, holding them in that position and Lifting Zelina up. Zelina begins to kick down with her knees connecting one to Rhea’s head making Rhea lose her grip and Zelina breaks out of the hold. They turn to face each other, Finn keeping a protective hand on Nessa’s shoulder to pull her out of potential harm if needed. Zelina drops down as they grapple, making Rhea hit her head on Zelinas and rapidly back up into their corner.

Damian immediately tags in, with Santos switching out for Zelina. Both of them rush into the ring, Damian hitting Santos with his knee making him double over. Damian then whips Santos into the ropes, he bounces off and dodges Damian’s swing, bouncing off the ropes on the other side for momentum and lands a punch, both of them momentarily fall to the mat. They both get up quickly, going to separate corners. Damian stays in the corner and takes the hit from Santos and stumbles out of the corner. Nessa slaps the mat annoyed but she is aware that he agreed to take some hits in this match but the end is not determined due to the personal drama going on. Doesn’t mean she has to like it. She gets more frustrated as Santos gains control. She glances at the corner where Rey and Zelina are, seeing Rey staring at her and Finn, his eyes narrow before returning his focus to the match where Damian had knocked Santos to the ground.

Damian then turns around and swings full force at Rey knocking him on the apron. Rey grabs his head where Damian made contact, the ref ordering Damian back. Damian looks at Zelina who looks legitimately scared and backs up. Nessa makes note to talk to her later to see how much of that was acting. Damian goes to the ropes and jumps up for Santos to counter, kicking Damian in the ribs. Damian goes to the floor and rolls out of the ring trying to collect himself. Dominik gets in the ring attempting to get a cheap shot but Santos counters it, picking him up and slamming him on his knee before tagging Rey in who jumps off the apron onto Damian knocking him back to the ground.

Rhea jumps off the apron and stands protectively in front of Nessa and Dom who is on the floor crawling backward, Finn pulls her behind him as Rey storms over toward them. Rhea points and yells for Rey to get back. Rey glances in the ring to see Zelina getting on Santos's shoulders and he slides in to pose in front of them, showing the “dominance” of the LWO. They pose for a moment and Damian gets back in the ring, Rey and Zelina returning to their corner as Santos and Damian continue the match. Damian is in control as he slams his body into Santos’s and Nessa cheers him on, “Come on Papi, break him!!!”

Damian smiles and points to Nessa, bouncing off the rope, only for Santos to counter and drop kick him. Nessa grimaces and Finn gives her shoulder a comforting squeeze. They watch as Damian tags in Dominik and Santos tags in Rey. Rey immediately has the upperhand, throwing Dominik around, getting him in a corner and climbing the ropes and punching Dom repeatedly. Dom is able to slide out from under Rey and turn the tables, pulling him off the turnbuckles and flinging him towards the rope, bending over to hopefully flip Rey but Rey catches himself and kicks Dominik and regains control ending in the first pin of the match Rhea immediately gets in the ring and breaks the pin at two. Zelina gets in to defend Rey only for Rhea to drop her with a single punch to the head. Rhea turns and looks at Rey, Nessa sees the gears turning behind her eyes.

Rhea picks Rey up, slinging him over her shoulder and lifting him up above her head. Nessa looks on in awe at how strong her girlfriend is, and finds herself thinking just how much she wouldn’t mind if Rhea would throw her over her shoulder. “Focus A Chroí,” Finn whispers in her ear before stepping back and walking around to stand on the opposite side of the stairs. Rhea is right in front of the ropes and doesn’t see Zelina go to deliver a 619, connecting to Rhea’s midsection making her drop Rey, Rhea goes to swing on Zelina who drops down holding the top rope sending Rhea over and out landing on the ground. FInn checks on Rhea, helping her up and back onto the apron as Rey drops Dominik who turns and tags Damian in.

Damian gets in and goes to spear Rey but he quickly moves out of the way making Damian slam his shoulder into the post. “Damian stop doing that stupid shit every match you and Mami do that and it happens!” Nessa yells, giving a dose of tough love the camera catches, Nessa slamming her hand to the mat. Rey dropkicks Damian onto the ropes to set up the 619. As Rey goes to bounce off the ropes, Finn jumps up on the apron to distract the ref as Nessa grabs Rey’s ankles making him fall to the floor. Santos gets in the ring and runs over diving out of the ring, Dominik pushing Nessa out of the way and into Finn’s arms who gets her set back on her feet and brushes imaginary dirt off her shoulder.

Rhea dropkicks Santos who got back up after knocking Dominik down but Zelina gets up on the apron and jumps on Rhea landing the Meteora. Rey looks over to see three people on the ground. Damian uses that distraction to get Rey into position for the Razor's Edge, only for Rey to wiggle out of it and knock Damian back into the ropes, setting up another 619. Rey goes to connect the 619 but Nessa jumps up onto the apron taking the hit and falls off the apron into Rhea’s waiting arms. “Are you ok Mamita?” Rhea asks. Nessa nods her head gripping it from the dull ache that is now there, and Rhea gently sets her down, Finn taking her into his arms and rubbing the back of her neck where Rey connected the move.

Rey looks to them remorseful, he didn’t plan that, it wasn’t supposed to happen. Damian capitalizes on that and grabs Rey by the neck, lifting him up and throwing him down on the other side of the ropes on the mat, landing the south of heaven and covering Rey for the win. Dominik is in Rhea’s arms celebrating the win. Finn helps Nessa up on the apron and jumps up there, holding the ropes open for her to get in the ring so they can all celebrate the win. Once they are all in the ring they stand side by side, Nessa between Damian and Rhea, Finn and Dominik on the ends holding up each other's hands. ______________________________________________________________________

They get backstage and someone hands an ice pack to Damian who immediately tries to put it on Nessa’s Neck. She flinches away from it and shimmies in between Rhea and Dom, resting her head against Rhea's arm. Rhea gently ruffles Nessa’s hair. Nessa isn’t shocked when she sees Adam Pearce storming up to them. “Hunter's office now. We need to discuss your breach of contract.” Adam orders, his face serious.

Nessa deflates and goes to follow him to the office, her head hung low, her partners following close behind. Not wanting her to be alone now even more with who was drafted to RAW. They reach the office and Adam holds the door open allowing Nessa to step in, the others go to follow but Adam stops them and closes the door in their face. Nessa see’s Hunter behind the desk pinching the bridge of his nose. “Sit down Miss Klein.” Adam suggests, gesturing to the seat and he himself takes a seat on the edge of Hunter's desk.

“What possessed you to take that hit, that was meant for Finn, your contract stipulates both parties have to agree. No one did and I was not aware. Do you realize how incredibly dangerous that was for both you and him. I know you have beef with him and I understand it but out there you have to keep to the plan, especially keep to your contract. As this is your first offense on your end I won’t fine you.” Hunter signs and leans back seeing the look on Nessa’s face. He continues, his voice softer this time, less like he was chiding her and more like he was concern, “That being said I am sorry that someone you are uncomfortable being near was drafted to this brand. I saw your reaction last week when his name came up and clearly there is history there. Now I am not going to ask for specifics if you don’t want to give it. Just a yes or no answer. Are you one of his victims?” Hunter asks and Nessa lets out a shaky breath and nods her head, blinking back the tears that are pricking at her eyes.

“That's all I need for now on that. Keep one of your partners with you at all times at events for your safety, if not one of them let me know and I’ll send a guard. If something happens you let me know immediately. Now go back and ice your neck. We don't want more bruises there. And for the love of god don’t deviate like that again or I will fine you. I am tired of seeing you in my office every week at this point.” Hunter jokes as Nessa gets up to leave, a soft smile on her face. She opens the door to see her partners looking at her worried, she steps out and into Damian’s waiting arms. She jumps as he places the icepack on her neck.

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Damian unlocks the hotel room and steps aside letting the women enter first and the boys follow in carrying in the bags, dropping them just inside the door. Nessa shuffles to a chair by the bed and plops down placing the ice pack back on her neck, waiting for the verbal lashing she is sure to come. She sees the tension in their bodies, all except for Rhea who looks at her with understanding. “Go easy on her, she made a call and it worked and she is ok. I’m going to shower.” Rhea orders the group and disappears into the bathroom. The others wait until the water starts, Nessa still sitting there staring at the ground unable to meet their gazes. She hears someone clear their throat and she knows it is Damian.

“We aren’t angry Mariposa, but you can’t go off script like that, it is dangerous. You could have seriously gotten hurt.” Damian kneels in front of Nessa grabbing her hand.

Finn steps to the side of the chair and gently takes the ice pack from her and inspects her neck. “There isn’t a bruise that we haven't put there. It will probably just be tender for a few days. We will keep an eye on that.” He announces to the room and bends over placing a gentle kiss to Nessa’s cold neck. “You know that was meant for me A chroí why did you do that?” He asks, stepping around so Nessa can Look at him, Dominik stands behind the others with a fresh bag of twizzlers.

“Because you weren’t at your mark and I wanted you guys to win since Rey made the match late. That gave the distraction needed. He deserved that South of Heaven which was harder than I have seen you do that.” Nessa answers, blinking at Damian at the end.

The corners of his lips turn up unable to keep a serious face at how cute Nessa was being. “Well he hurt you… again… I had to make him pay and get some retribution for Dom.” He smiles, resting his hand on her cheek.

“I had no problem with it. You’ve been training harder than some of the others on the roster. Plus to see the look on his face was great!” Dominik chuckles and hands over a Twizzler.

Nessa immediately grabs it and takes a bite. “I’ll be more careful in the future and follow my contract. Honestly I'm surprised he didn’t fine me.” Nessa shrugs, taking another bite.

“Well I think that could be a few things dear, I was off my mark, and it worked in the story. Also the fans loved it. Brock gets away with a lot though I do not want you working with him ever.” Finn comments, the rest making noises of agreement.

“Go sit on the bed Princesa, I’ll give you a massage before you go shower after Mami, release that tension in your neck and shoulders.” Dominik gets on one of the beds, his back against the headboard patting the spot between his legs. Damian stands up to get out of Nessa’s way.

“And after we go straight to bed. We have a flight first thing in the morning, we start our lead up to Backlash appearances this week.” Damian announces to the room, Nessa yawning and nodding her head as Dominik tends to her sore muscles.

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Wednesday May 3 Puerto Rico

Nessa sits between Damian and Dominik in the back seat of the Suv rental, her leg bouncing up and down rapidly. Sometimes it is hard for Nessa to accept the whirlwind that her life has become. Especially when she’s treated like a SuperStar. This was shaping up to be one of those times.

“Mariposa, why are you nervous? We are going to see sick kids and their families to cheer them up.” Damian places a warm gentle hand on her knee to stop it bouncing. Nessa instead begins to chew on her nails but Dominik grabs her hand and stops that as well. She sighs and squeezes Dominik’s hand.

“Are you sure I'm welcome?” She asks a little softly.

“Of course you are, Nes.” Dominik promises.

“But, this was initially booked for just you guys. I’m a tag along. I’m nothing, nobody.” Nessa frets, tugging at her shirt, and winding herself up more.

Damian sighs and leans over kissing the top of her head, “Aye mariposa, you are anything but a nothing and nobody. You are a kind soul, a nurse who wants to help people and who works hard. You won the hearts of the fans already if you can’t tell they only boo you when you mention Dom. They love you like we… we care deeply for you so don’t tear yourself down, ever.” Damian catches himself, knowing it might be too soon for that type of declaration.

Damian has no problem with her telling Dominik she loves him, they have history but they have only known each other for a month and been together less than that. He doesn’t want to scare her away. He relaxes as she leans against him. He wraps his arm around her shoulder and they relax that way for the rest of the ride to the hospital.

Nessa settled a little bit, but still wasn’t sure this was a good idea. Dominik knew that, so he took her hand and kissed her knuckles, “Children love you, Mariposa. This is perfect for you, you will bring smiles to all their faces.” Nessa nods her head still unsure.

“It could be like when I was on the Peds ward. Do you think any of them want to see me?” She asks as the car makes another turn making her lean harder against Damian. They both chuckle at how cute the question is.

“Of course they do, some of them might even try to make you and Dom get back together” Damian jokes, tickling the part of Nessa’s side he can reach. She whines and wiggles, unable to get away from the assault.

“Damian stop please” She manages in between involuntary giggles. Damian to his credit stops and wraps his arms around her as much as he can in the limited space. Nessa smiles up at him to show she isn’t upset with him and places a gentle kiss to his jaw which relaxes the affection. The rest of the ride to the hospital is made in comfortable silence, music from the radio filling it. _________________________________________________________________________

They arrive at the hospital and split up, each having their own assignments and rooms to visit. Nessa is secretly relieved that she is paired with Damian and Zelina. She may have forgiven Dominik but being around the children and him might make her waver and give in faster than she planned.

“Ok so we have these rooms to visit and after this we go to the outreach center to play basketball with the kids there.” Zelina hands the lists to Damian and Nessa, and reminds them they are riding with her back from the hospital since they have separate engagements from the rest of their partners.

“Ok, uh if I have issues will you help me translate.” Nessa quietly asks the others as one of the Nurses leads them to the first room. Damian and Zelina quietly agree as they enter and the little girl in the bed's eyes light up, focused solely on Nessa. Damian watches as a switch flips in Nessa’s head and all tension falls from her body and she approaches the bed. Damian stays close to help her translate. He watches in awe as Nessa converses with the kid in broken Spanish but she is clearly trying.

“She is catching on fast.” Zelina praises, Damian goes to respond but pauses when he hears the kid loudly whisper to Nessa,

“Sé que la lucha libre es falsa, pero ¿de verdad estás con Damian, es tu novio? Nessa blushes and nods her head, (I know wrestling is false, but are you really with Damian, is he your boyfriend?)

“Ah, sí, es mi novio y me gusta mucho. Me trata muy bien.” (Ah, yes he is my boyfriend and he treats me well) Nessa stutters trying to remember the simple words. Damian chuckles and steps closer to her, grabbing her hand and gently tapping his forehead to hers since they are wearing a mask. The kid smirks and responds, “Bueno, es mi favorito y creo que deberías casarte.” (good he is my favorite and I think you should get married). Zelina snorts and Damian laughs, his chest shaking jostling Nessa from their closeness.

Nessa relaxes by the time they are in the second to last room to visit, like she has been doing this her whole life. As soon as they walk into the room the kid is in the bed, looking healthier than the others they saw. A young girl around 12 waves at them excitedly. The three of them step closer to the bed conversing with her, learning her name, Angelina. Angelina excitedly talks to them, so fast Nessa can’t understand. Thankfully Damian translates for her, whispering in her ear. “She thinks you are pretty and wants to be like you when she grows up. A nurse. And she said if you are with me can she have Dominik?”

“Maybe when you are a bit older, sweetheart, but then I think you’d have to fight Mami for him.” Nessa responds in English, Damian translating for her. Angelina answers in English, her accent thick and adorable.

“For him, I’d fight God.”

Nessa and Damian laugh, sharing a knowing look. Both of them feel the same way about him. Nessa’s attention is grabbed by Angelina’s mom calling her name, gently rocking a baby in one arm and gesturing for her to come over with the other. Nessa smiles, her eyes crinkling above her mask and goes over there. She is shocked when the woman shoves the baby in her arms and pulls out a phone to take a picture, talking a mile a minute. Nessa coos at the baby, adjusting so it is safely in one arm, letting it play with her fingers. She is so engrossed with the baby, she doesn’t notice or care that the wwe camera crew focuses on her holding the baby for the promo. She doesn’t notice Zelina nudging Damian who looks over and melts. He can see in that moment the future he wishes to have with her and the others. Children running all around them, being all of theirs. He is pulled out of his little dream of the future by Zelina nudging him again.

“She looks good holding a baby doesn't she?” Zelina winks and Damian rolls his eyes in response, unable to help the blush that creeps up his neck, Angelina in the hospital bed giggling maniacally thinking she is in on some secret that Damian doesn't have the heart to correct.

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Thursday May 4th Puerto Rico

Nessa is lounging on the blanket laid out on the beach, enjoying the shade under the umbrella. Leaning against Finn's chest as Damian cuts his promo. Dom laying out as well, his head on Rhea’s lap, Rhea playing with his hair. “Lean forward sweetheart, I’ll put some more sunblock on your back. We don’t want you to burn Mo Mhuirnin.” Finn gently suggests and gently pushes Nessa forward. Dom looks up to Rhea and she nods, bending down and giving him a kiss before he gets up with a grunt and runs off disappearing from view. Nessa looks at the remaining two with confusion.

“He’s just running back to the car, he forgot something, Bunny. Sit back and relax. Damian will be joining us soon and we can have fun for the rest of the day.” Rhea explains and leans back on her forearms. Nessa can’t help but stare at the marvel that is Rhea’s body, the way her muscles flex and the way she looks in that tiny black bikini. Finn laughs and pulls Nessa back to their previous position, wrapping his arms around her waist. She wiggles to get comfortable and grabs her phone from the blanket and resumes reading her story. Looking back up when Damian jogs back toward them and plops down between Rhea, Finn and Nessa and shakes his wet hair making Nessa squeal and turn closer to Finn and Rhea jokingly smacking Damians chest. Damian's booming laugh fills the space while Nessa sticks her tongue out at him.

“I was just getting to a good part, you jerk!” Nessa complains dropping her phone between her legs and crosses her arms. Damian continues to laugh and just gently pulls Nessa off Finn's lap and onto his. Finn grabs her phone to check what she was reading, his eyes scanned the text, immediately dropping it as he realizes that one, it’s fanfiction, and two is Ava and Dominik fanfiction, he immediately picks it back up to scan, the writing is really good, carefully he sends the link to himself, Family Roots is something he’s curious about now.

“I’m sorry Mariposa, you all just looked so hot and thought you needed to cool down.” He winks to Finn and squeezes Nessa’s side. Nessa yelps and tries to get off his lap but it is useless. “Come on baby, I’ve barely seen you all morning because of my promos, let me have a little Nessa time.” He begs and the fight goes out of Nessa. She doesn’t respond verbally, only grabs one of his hands and brings it up to her lips for a little kiss. Dominik finally returns with a picnic basket in one hand and a shopping bag in the other. Through the bag she can see a bag of twizzlers and a pack of oreos.

“Oh what’s this Dom?” Nessa asks as he sets the picnic basket down as well as the bag of snacks. Rhea leans over, her shoulder against Damian’s arm as Dom takes a seat between her legs like Nessa is with Damian.

“Remember the other day when we woke you up and you said you were dreaming about a picnic on the beach? Well here we are on a beach and we are going to have a picnic. All of us, since tomorrow, we have a busy day between the press conference and Smackdown.” Rhea explains and leans forward flipping open the lid to the basket and pulling out the bowl of mixed fruit she knows Nessa loves. Damian has already ripped into the packet of Oreos and offered Nessa one. She bites into it allowing the cookie to crumble onto her lap and Damian pouts at the waste of cookie.

“You have a habit of wasting these cookies. They are my favorite if you didn’t know.” He kisses her cheek and puts the remnants of the cookie in his mouth.

“Well I know you like them, didn't know they were your favorite. I’ll keep that in mind.” She smiles taking a bite of the piece of cantaloupe Rhea offered her. Nessa grabs a Twizzler and feeds it to Dominik. Damian switched between eating his oreos and feeding the others. All of them feeding each other in a moment of contentment and domesticity.

“Thank you guys for this. You don’t know how much this means…” Nessa sniffs and Damian squeezes his arms around her waist, Finn flicking a grape at her to keep her from crying.

“Of course Mi Vida, you’ve been working so hard and have given up so much and have been so gracious to us. You deserve a little piece of heaven.” Dominik explains, reaching over and resting a hand on her thigh. Damian adds on, “You made Dom’s dream come true and we wanted to make one of yours come true… that we could” Damian kisses Nessa’s shoulder as her breath catches in her throat at how sweet they are.

“Well what dreams can I make come true for you guys besides Dom?” Nessa asks them.

They all go quiet for a minute thinking, “Could we think on that and get back to you Bunny, we can’t really come up with something right now. Just having you with us is a dream come true.” Rhea reaches over and plays with Nessa’s hair.

The food and snacks had been devoured, conversation flowing smoothly. Sometimes words do not even need to be said, just content in each other's company. Nessa begins to yawn and checks the time only seeing it be a few minutes past four. “I think I need a naaaap…” Nessa yawns again, Rhea begins to get up to pack things up but Nessa speaks up stopping her, “No guys, stay and relax and continue having fun. The rest of the weekend is going to be crazy and hectic. I’m just not used to traveling so much and my body is telling me I need to be unconscious for a few hours. Nothing serious. I insist stay.” Damian lets her stand up and gets up himself, brushing off the bits of sand off his shorts.

“I’ll take you back to the hotel. You aren't familiar with the area and can’t really speak Spanish. I’ll come back once you are settled if you are ok with that?” Damian offers the compromise and holds out his hand for her to grab.

“Take the car. if you aren't back by dinner we will catch a ride from some of the others that are still here.” Finn tosses Damian the keys, Dominik winking at Damian who flips him off at the implication. He regrets telling them about what happened at the hospital. Should have kept that to himself for a while longer, and enjoyed that little fantasy… but no he wanted to bring that up with his partners who won’t let him live it down. At least now there is another thing he has in common with Dominik. He finds himself thinking as he walks Nessa to the car and drives back to the hotel. He notices Nessa is a little more awake and alert than she was on the beach. He glances over at her momentarily enjoying the way the seatbelt is nestled between her breasts and finds himself wishing that is where his head would be and swallows thickly to control his thoughts so as to focus on the drive, his shorts uncomfortably tight for the majority of the drive back to the hotel. Nessa seemingly none the wiser.

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Back at the hotel Damian lets Nessa in the room, following close behind her, closing the door gently behind them. Nessa immediately goes to her luggage, fishing out her bathroom bag.

“Luis you can go back to the beach, I’m just going to shower and lay down until dinner.” She pauses in front of the bathroom door, turning back to look at him sitting on the edge of the bed, her leaning against the frame.

“Counter offer, I could shower with you and then nap with you. No pressure for more, just mutual scrubbing then sleep? They already plan for me not to be back by dinner.” He offers, staying put on the bed until he gauges Nessa’s reaction.

“Oh” She squeaks, a blush rising up her neck as she considers his offer. He holds his breath until Nessa nods, giving her permission.

“Use your words Mariposa, I don’t want to overstep.” Damian prompts, his heart fluttering in his chest but outside he is keeping it collected.

“Yeah that sounds nice actually.” She vocalizes, her face getting a deeper shade of pink before ducking into the bathroom. Damian chuckles to himself and goes to follow her, discarding his shirt along the way. He sees Nessa start the shower and close the door to let it warm up, setting her stuff on the counter still in her swimsuit.

“We can stay in our swimsuits and change after if you want Mariposa.” Damian softly offers, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist pulling her to him, her back flush with his chest facing the bathroom mirror. He hunches over and leans his head against hers and watches her blush come back in the mirror while his hands gently caress her sides.

“Why are you so shy Mariposa?, you are gorgeous and have nothing to be shy about. We all find you insanely attractive. Hell if I’m being perfectly honest with you, you make us all feel like teenagers fucking for the first time. Not knowing what to do or say.” He kisses her cheek, watching a cute pink spreading down her cheeks to her collarbones and inching down her chest toward her belly button.

“I think we can… shower normally.” Nessa softly answers, not answering his previous question. He wants to pry but thinks better of it when he sees her face in the mirror and opts instead to tighten his arms around her momentarily and kisses her shoulder. He takes a step back trailing his fingertips up her spine stopping at the tied strap to her bikini top. He catches her eyes through the mirror and she nods, giving him the ok to keep going. He pulls the string untying the bottom part of her top, her hand going immediately to hold it in place, nervous about being so bare, so vulnerable in front of him for the first time. Damian pauses again at the string on her neck, his fingers holding it, not yet pulling it.

“Mariposa you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” He gives her another out, a sense of unease filling him. The thought that he is maybe pushing her too far. She shakes her head and swallows trying to fight her mouth going dry.

“No, Luis we’ve done… I… I want to. I just…” She sighs trying to find the words. She fills with relief when he says what she is thinking.

“You don’t like your body.” He does his best to not look at her in pity, knowing that would only make the situation worse. “Mariposa, My Mariposa. You are one of the most gorgeous women I have ever laid my eyes on. You have nothing, absolutely nothing, to be ashamed or afraid of.” He praises, his voice soft. Nessa is moved by the sincerity of his words and the soft care in his eyes as he looks at her through the mirror. She reaches a shaky hand back, gently grabbing Damians and makes him pull the string, her bikini top falling to the ground. She then unbuttons her shorts and Damian lets her slide them down, allowing her to lead the pace, whatever makes her feel comfortable.

“Do you want me to stay in my swim trunks, Querida?” Damian softly asks.

Nessa answers “No.” Her voice is so soft he can barely hear it. He smiles softly and swipes her hair off of her shoulders, resting his hands on her shoulders and gently directs her towards the running shower filling the bathroom with steam, fogging up the mirror.

“Go ahead and get in the shower, I’ll join you in a moment so you can collect yourself. You are clearly on edge. I'll give you a minute to collect…”

Damian was cut off by her firm “No.” She turns to face him. “If you do that I’ll overthink. I… Just get in with me?” Her sure tone fails a little bit but Damian nods, understanding. He slides off his shorts and reaches behind Nessa, opening the shower door. She slowly backs in the water pouring over her head, Damian stepping in and closing the door behind him. He turns her around once her hair is soaked and grabs her shampoo bottle, the water hitting him in the back. He pours some of her shampoo in his hand and begins to lather it in her hair, massaging her scalp. She lets out a little moan of pleasure and Damian can’t help himself but his cock twitches at her sounds. He angles his pelvis away from her so he can keep washing her. He steps back as does Nessa, leaning her head back to rinse her hair and Damian just silently stares at her, smiling, admiring how the water rolls down her curves, dripping off her breasts as she turns to look at him expectantly.

Damian is confused, not knowing what she wants. He figures it out when she pouts and stomps her foot, the water splashing. He smiles widely and turns around, taking a knee so she can do the same for his hair. He laughs as she sputters as the shower assaults her face. He tries to get up to alleviate that but she grabs his shoulder to keep him in position until she deems it done. He gets up and rinses his hair as she quickly conditions her hair and rinses it out, grumbling about men and how it’s unfair they don’t have to do as much. He laughs and relaxes as Nessa relaxes. They take turns washing each other's bodies. Nessa tries to ignore the obvious arousal of Damian, but can’t, and she is thankful hers isn’t as obvious.

Once they are out of the shower, they are drying themselves. Damian wraps his towel around his waist and takes another towel and gently towel drying Nessa’s hair. She drops her towel and looks up at him. His hands pause in their movements as their gazes meet. She wraps her arms around his neck and stands on her toes first just placing their lips together in a sweet little peck. Damian bends over slightly, letting Nessa’s feet go back to flat against the floor, his forehead resting on hers, this time he kisses her, tender, multiple pecks turning into more. Damian nipping at her lips, their breathing getting shallow as they kiss. Nessa knots her hands into Damian's hair, making more water drip down his back and a groan come from deep in his throat. He leans his head back partially, his cock pressed against her.

“Mariposa, Nessa… please. If you don’t want this, tell me now and we can stop. You have stepped out of your comfort zone so much I don’t want this to be too much.” He takes a shuddering breath waiting for her response.

“Luis, I want this, I want you, it's not too much.” She barely finishes her sentence before he sweeps her up into the bridal carry and brings her over to the bed. Gently setting her down his lips first still attached to hers, then kissing down her neck, leaving soft bruises that will fade quickly and continuing down her shoulders until he reaches her breasts—licking and sucking on each nipple before pushing her breasts together and tending to both nipples at the same time. Nessa wiggling and whimpering at the attention, trying to create some friction between her thighs.

Damian continues to kiss down her body muttering, “You are so beautiful, every part, every bruise, every mark.” Pausing to kiss every freckle, every mark he sees. Nessa shifts under the weight but doesn’t pull away. She opens her legs for him as he adjusts his position, now between them. He runs a finger through her slit, feeling the wetness already there. He starts by sliding two fingers into her, bending down using his tongue to lick her clit, sucking at it making her whimper. Damian groans at the taste and how pliable she is under him making his own cock leak. Nessa’s hand grabs him by the hair pulling his head closer and grinding herself on his face as he adds another finger. He continues expertly as Nessa continues to wither the sounds coming from her a mix of moans and whimpers. The sounds becoming more breathless whimpers as her breathing shallows the longer he does it, her pussy clenching his fingers letting him know she is close.

"Thats is Mariposa… let go… cum for me” He didn’t even need to tell her because by the time he finished speaking she goes to cover her eyes, the lights temporarily too bright as she cums around his fingers, her juices joining Damian’s spit in the wet spot on the bed. He lets her recover for a moment, appreciating the flush decorating her pale body as she takes shaky breaths, her legs trembling. He nips at her thighs. Nessa wasn’t expecting it and slams her legs together on Damians head. He groans in pain making Nessa immediately open her legs again and sit up on her arms, apologies falling out rapidly. Damian laughs, making Nessa stare at him mouth agape.

“Mariposa, there is no need to be sorry. If that is the way I go, that is the way I’d prefer it. Neck snapped between your pretty little thighs.” He begins peppers kisses up the thighs that almost killed him, and continues to trail those kisses up her body until he is passionately kissing Nessa’s plump lips. She parts her lips allowing his tongue to enter her mouth, their tongues flicking against each other. Nessa moans and places her hand against his cheek, feeling the stubble under her hand. Their kisses turn soft, and gentle. Between the kisses and the soft touches, Nessa looks up at him, and Damian can feel a shared pulse between them, a intertwined longing, something alive and real, the trust for their future together, a longing for children that look like them both, but most of all, the settling of togetherness. Nessa is his, and Damian is hers, just like they belong to the others, but this moment, this tiny little bubble, it's the settlement of their bond.

“Luis please…” Nessa begs, breathless, feeling him twitch against her thigh. He readjusts his weight, pressing his cock at her entrance and slowly pushing forward. He lets out a shaky breath, feeling like what he described to Nessa earlier before their shower. He slowly rocks his hips, his face close to hers. She can feel the warmth of his breath on her face, little whimpers coming from Nessa’s throat as she wiggles underneath him, her hands trailing up and down his body. Finding purchase on his shoulders, her nails digging into his shoulder.

That action makes Damian speed up, melding his lips to hers, muttering against them, “God you are perfect Mariposa, so fucking perfect.” He kisses down her jaw and neck, going back to her lips. Supporting his weight on one arm, using the other to gently play with one of her nipples. Pinching and rolling it between his fingers. Nessa arches against him, the stimulation sending her closer to the edge again, her cunt convulsing around his cock.

“Fuck, Luis I…” She catches herself and bites her lip moaning as her orgasm washes over her again. Damian grunts, his pace faltering as he nears his own. Nessa grabs his hair at the base of his neck and tugs on it, still in the midst of her orgasm, Damian grunts “fuck” as he pushes fully in and empties himself in her, glad she allows it. Rhea won’t even let them even while on her birth control, unless there is a condom. Nessa whispers something and Damian doesn’t catch what she said, too caught up in his head and trying to catch his breath.

He is confused as to why she looks at him worried, “What was that Mariposa?” He asks, placing a gentle kiss on the tip of her nose.

“I love you.” She repeats, her voice just as soft as before but it floors Damian who almost collapses on Nessa. He almost admitted the same thing the previous day but now here she is admitting it to him. He rolls off of her and lays on his side facing her, making sure he is at eye level with her before responding and grabbing her hand.

“Nessa, I love you too, we all do already but we were too afraid to tell you so soon. We didn’t, we don't want to scare you off. You are very much ours as we are yours and there is nothing we wouldn’t do for you.” Damian promises, pulling Nessa close and wrapping his arms around her and kisses her forehead. “Now I think we should take that nap you wanted earlier now. You’ve more than earned it Mi amor.” he suggests and Nessa nods against his shoulder and yawns, Damian pulling the covers over them both. Nessa nestles into him, content and pleased.

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clxudn1n3

1 year ago

This story is to good not to repost it

(Also i read this story a while ago and i lost and i have been trying to find it ever since so it’s so good to see this again and i will read it later)

Lamb

Fandom: WWE

Pairing: Bray Wyatt, Luke Harper, Erick Rowan/Reader

Rating: Holy shit M.

AN: I offer no apologies. This got so out of hand I’m pretty sure it’s already enjoying next year’s Halloween candy. Your something spooky, for the season! Contains hints of uh…magical!Bray Wyatt. And worship. Tagging @tox-moxley, enjoy!

Keep reading

Her First Gold -P2-

Bloodline x Wrestler!Black! Fem Reader

SFW! 18+! Minors DNI!

Part one is here!

“I’m such a fuckin idiot…” Y/N sighed out as she realized what she’s done. She was at the private gym on a treadmill chatting with Liv and Asuka walking along. She sighed stressed from the situation she put herself in. “Oh we know.” Asuka stated in her thick accent laughing. “I mean look at the-“ “I swear to god if you say the bright side of it imma beat yo ass, there is no bright side to this liv. I’m gonna lose…” she turned off the mill and got a break with some water. “Y/N, it’s not that big of a deal. It’s just bianca.” Asuka said as she just scrolled on her phone. “Y’all don’t understand. It’s not just Bianca, what if I do lose thou? I don’t wanna leave. I don’t wanna go back to NXT and do all that work again.” Y/N was worried about her career and her boys. “I don’t wanna fail my boys…” Liv and Asuka looked at her and smiled getting off their treadmills. “Hey, you are not gonna lose.” Liv said giving eye contact. “Yea! You work so hard Y/N! And on top of that,The bloodline has your back.” Y/N smiles at her friends words. “Besides…you’re a heel right?” Liv smirked. “Well yea I am.” Y/N understood her look and smirked too. “Then be a heel.” Y/N nodded and she hugged her friends getting a text from Roman saying that he was outside. “I’ll see y’all later.”

In the car, she looked at Roman smiling but so her thoughts came over her. “You had a nice workout babygirl?” He asked kissing her cheek as he started on the road. “It was ok, I’m just worried about…next week…” she said biting her nails. “Come on baby stop that. U want me to put bandages on your fingers like ur spy kids?” He asked smirking. She shook her head no and stopped putting her hands between her thighs. “Baby you are gonna be fine. You’ve been working so hard, yes this moment is a bit risky but you are gonna do great.” He smiles as he drove towards the house. “Baby would you be mad if I lose…and I had to go back to NXT?” Roman sighed and looked at her some. “Baby, me or the guys could never be mad at you. You are our princess, our little royal. And we will support you no matter what. Even if you went back to NXT.” Roman smiled as he peeled at Y/N as she was wiping her tears away. “I don’t wanna embarrass you guys. I wanna make y’all proud.” “And you will.”

The night has finally come and Y/N paced in the locker room with her custom gear on. She fixed her puffs sighing listening to music getting pumped. She got a text that the boys were coming down and she took her earbuds out soon hearing knocks on the door. “Come on in!” The boys came in rushing her for a hug for luck. “You’re gonna do great mamas.” Jey said kissing her cheek. Jimmy went to fix her hair helping out some and solo presented her with her bloodline wristbands. She smiled at the honor and she let solo put them on. “Baby you’re gonna be awesome, you’re gonna get that belt.” Roman said hugging her close, she nodded and she walked out with him. Roman is gonna be on ring side with her. “Let’s party.” She sighed.

Bianca came out first, in a beautiful pink custom gear wear, the crowd cheering her on, her music blaring around the arena. The WWE universe in the palm of her hand, that’s what Y/N wanted. The music for Y/N came in as a bloodline remix, she walked out with Roman a bit nervous, but gained her confidence seeing how he just glared at the crowd that acknowledged him. Y/N walked with him slow with her gear, red camo, her hair bouncing, she felt like the moment. “They aren’t just cheering me on babygirl.” He said in my ear as we made it to the ring. Y/N listened in to the crowd, she felt supported hearing her name.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this contest is scheduled to one fall, for the WWE Women’s Championship!!”

The announcer begun, Y/N leaned in the ropes watching bianca.

“In this Corner, we have our current WWE champion, miss ect., Bianca Belair!”

The crowd went wild and she smiled skipping around some winking at me taking off her jacket.

“And her opponent, the royal of the bloodline herself, Y/N!!”

She smirked getting a cheek kiss from Roman and smirks at Belair. The announcer left out and the ref signaled the bell. Let’s go.

She was thrown against the ropes growling at Belair sighing tired. Bianca was getting there too. Amazed how long she’s lasted, it being 15 minutes in the ring, about two specials on her , yet shes still standing. Bianca hit the ropes coming in hot but y/n opened the ropes making bianca go out the ring hitting the floor. She sighed needing a breather but she smirked. The words echoing in her ear. ‘Be a heel.’

Liv is right. She is a heel. Smirking as Bianca she speared her hard, giggling, seeing her flat on the ground. She was able to pin her and soon the bell rung.

She won.

Y/N soon heard the crowd cheer, she couldn’t believe it. She won. She has her title. Her boys ran out excited and hugged her close. They were so proud of her. Soon Roman pointed at Bianca, looking at Y/N smirking. “You’re not done are you?” He whispered chuckling. Something came over her, she shook her head no, Jey smirked handing her a black metal chair. “Get em baby.” He encouraged. Solo kisses her cheek feeding into the evil deed that need to be done. Y/N raised the chair and started to hit Bianca with it. Hearing her cry out in pain, it fueled her. Y/N tossed the chair to the side seeing a defeated Bianca, former champion. She got her belt from Roman, he kissed her hand helping her out the ring and they walked away. She felt this power, she liked this power.

“You will be acknowledged. Just like I do baby.” Roman said smiling. Y/N nodded and walked to the lounge with her Boys.

The new champion.

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clxudn1n3

8 months ago

Soulmate | Lewis Hamilton Ver.

WC: 4.6K

Summery: You live in a world where soulmates exist, and each person is born being able communicate with them by writing on your own skin.

Warning: one curse, make out session, death of a parent and a dog, not specified age gap.

Masterlist

Lewis Masterlist

Max Ver. , Oscar Ver. , Charles Ver.

Everyone describes finding their soulmate as the best thing that could ever happen to them. Everyone grows up being able to communicate with their soulmate through their skin. Whatever you write will appear on the other’s skin. And once you wipe it off it’s gone from their skin. Only your soulmates writing will show up on the others, it wasn’t uncommon for children to write on obvious places in hopes of finding that love all adults describe, usually parents or adults will make them wipe it away but it still happens.

The marking is a way for you to identify your significant other, a way for you to find them. But the universe decided not to make it that easy. One of the things you can’t share is your name, where you are, and sometimes what you do. It can’t be that easy, you have to work for it, you have to wait for it.

Your markings started when you were just a baby, showcasing that your soulmate is a bit older than you, not an adult but definitely older. Your parents realised that after a while and since you couldn’t write yet, the writings from your soulmate stopped. You remember the first time you decided to write to your soulmate.

You just wrote a simple : Hi.

It only took a minute or so before a Hi was written under yours. It made you break into a fit of giggles. The happiness you had then was unbeatable.

And so you started talking to your soulmate, who is definitely older than you, and he definitely knew it and spoke to you appropriately to your age. Growing up with your soulmate, you realised how determined, kind, and level-headed he is. He’s the one you always go to for advice. He always has your back and best interest in mind. A problem with a friend, you ask him. Can’t decide what to study, you ask him. What food to eat, you ask him. You’ve come to know when he’s sad from the way he wrote and you always found yourself writing encouraging things to him when that happened, or stupid jokes that you hoped made him laugh or just feel a bit better. You always wrote or doodled to each other every day. All soulmates, especially those who haven’t found each other, always carry a pen with them, just in case.

For Lewis, today was different. You’re always doodling, always having something to day to him. So when the morning turned to the afternoon before it was the evening and his messages went unanswered, and he just sat staring at his empty skin, his heart suk. He has never felt so alone since you first wrote that cute Hi all those years ago. Your absence weighing him down.

And so one day turned into two and then three, and as he continued to write, he became ore desperate, hoping for a reply that never came. Worry ate at him, making it hard to focus, and he had to focus he had a race.

Finally, on the fourth day, he got a response.

’I’m sorry I didn’t write to you.'

His heart skipped a beat, he replied instantly.

’are you okay?’

You choked back a sob once you read his words, not reaching out to him, broke you, but you were already broken, already so sad, grieving.

’My mum died’ You wrote as tears left your eyes smudging the ink as it transferred into his skin. ‘I feel so lost.’

The reply from your soulmate came instantly. ‘I’m so sorry love, I’m here for you always’

You clutched the pen, the wight of your grief letting for s second by his words. Despite the distance, you felt his presence, a comforting warmth that soothed your heart.

’I wish you were here’ you wrote your heart yearning for the comfort of his presence. You haven’t met him yet, but you knew he’s what you need right now.

‘I am’ He replied. ‘I may not be there physically, but my heart is with you, always.’

One day, as you stared into the mirror, you found out that you and your soulmates are one of those rare ones. Because you’re one of the least, then 1% that when your soulmate gets a tattoo, it appears on your skin. Thankfully it’s not black ink, but it’s pale lines. It looks like healed scars. Your soulmate had no idea that you’re that kind of soulmates, and you never told him, so as the years went on, more lines started appearing on your skin. Some left you confused, and some left you smiling. You almost told him when he got the tattoos on his hands because some people thought it was scars at first before they got closer to you and realised it’s drawing and lines and writings.

You closed your eyes, imagining him by your side, feeling his arms around you, offering the solace you so desperately needed. Over the next few days, your exchange became your lifeline. Each message from him helped you a little. He was there for every stage of your grief process until you were okay, as okay as you could be and even after that.

You’re always thankful that he hasn’t tattooed his face. You were confused with the 44 behind your ear and the lion on your chest, but there was one tattoo that he got recently that had you raising an eyebrow. The tattoo was near your pelvic bone in cursive. It would be covered by his underwear. It was like a tattoo that only you two knew about, even if he had no idea that you knew about them.

You work for an event firm in the UK. The company has been able to secure a deal with Formula 1 to do some events for the fans in Silverstone. And for once you and your soulmate seem to be in the same time zone, it’s always hard for you to write and the other to be awake at that time. So your mood was good, you felt happy and excited about the event. There was something that made you feel giddy and ready for the event to start. Planning took time and was hard, but you’re happy with the outcome.

The one tattoo that helped you more than you’d think is the big Still I Rise across your back. Every time you felt down, didn’t do well in something you’re doing you’d catch a glimpse of it, and you’d feel better, and you’d try harder.

The first two days went by smoothly, for the four days you were working. You were walking around the paddock with a clipboard in hand, your hands scanning the crowds for something, you don’t know what, or who. But you just had this urge to look around. You needed to focus on your job, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that something significant was about to happen. It was a sensation in the pit of your stomach, pulling you towards something unknown.

You were so lost in thought that you almost missed it. It was a fleeting glance, a glimpse of a figure moving through the crowd, but you saw it, you have no idea how but you saw it, the unmistakable tattoo, ‘god is love’.

Your heart skipped a beat, your hand went to your neck, and you touched where you knew yours was. You blinked, trying to steady your breath and look again. The man turned slightly, and you caught a glimpse of his hand. It mirrored the one you have on your own hand. Looking at his face before he goes lost in the crowd, you frown. You’ve seen him before. You frown and walk in the direction he went, looking around before you stop dead in your tracks. There he was, looking at you. Lewis Hamilton… his poster, of course. The 7 time world champion is your soulmate.

You take out your pen and start writing on the palm of your hand.

’how’s the weather?’

It took him a few minutes, a few minutes of you stressing. Did you imagine it? Was this actually your soulmate?

‘gloomy, what about where you are?’

’also gloomy’ you write back and sigh, you bite your lip and head back to where your boss is, you’ve known her for a long time and she became like a friend to you.

As you were walking, you saw a big screen showing what was happening on stage in another part of the track. There he was, as a strange sense of deja vu hits you. It was like you knew him your entire life. You stared as he laughed and chatted with the interviewer.

You took out your phone as you reached your team.

”y/n, are you okay?” Your boss asked, you nod not looking up. She didn’t believe you and walked up to you. “y/n?”

”I-uh, I think I know who my soulmate is.” You look up at her with vurnable eyes. She frowned.

”That’s a good thing, right?” She asked you, confused by your behaviour, you turn the phone for her to see. There was a picture of hands that held the same tattoos as yours. Her mouth went into an O shape when she read the name of the article that had the picture attached to. “Oh.”

”Yes.” Your voice trembled. “I need to get into the Mercedes motorhome or garage or something.”

”Consider it done.” She said. “I’ll have to make a few calls.”

Your heart was in your throat as you walked to the Mercedes motorhome with your new pass along with your boss. You had finished your work for the day, and she wanted to be there for you. You both walked into the building, the weather in there much warmer than outside, the room was buzzing with staff and guests alike. You took off your jacket and pushed the long sleeves of your shirt up as you felt the warmth of the room. A woman dressed in the Mercedes uniform walked up to you and your boss.

She greeted her, and they both talked. They knew each other from school. The woman then turned to you and smiled. “Welcome to Mercedes, I was told you wanted to come today.”

You put out your hand to shake hers, and she looks down at your hand and frowns. Most likely, she thought you had scars before she glanced closely and realisation hit her. She looked up at you with wide eyes. “I’m looking for someone that I think I share his tattoos.”

”I see.” Her eyes softened as she understood your words, and she noticed your nervousness. “You’re in the right place. Let me see what I can do.”

She led you upstairs where the VIPs were, as you waited, your mind raced. It was a mix of excitement and nerves. You glanced at your tattoos as you traced them.

“Calm down, y/n, it’s going to be alright.” You boss comforted you and pulled you in for a hug. You hugged her back and closed your eyes.

”Excuse me.” A voice interrupted your hug. You both pulled apart and looked at the man in front of you.

”Yes?” Your boss asked, but the man had his eyes on you.

”I’m sorry for sounding rude, but can I see your arms.” You recognised him then, it’s Lewis’ dad. You gave him your hand, and he inspected it, be fore he pulled up in for a hug. “Oh my god, thank you, thank you.” You just let him hug you. He bruptely pulled back and looked at you, his eyes filled with tears. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

”It’s alright, this is emotional for everyone.” You said, tearing up a bit yourself. The Mercedes woman came back and smiled at the scene in front of her.

”Lewis is in a meeting room going over some data, I think it’s better you meet him there.” She said and glanced around. “More private.”

”Yes, yes, that’s best.” Lewis’s dad said, and you were shooed by him and your boss. You followed her up another flight of stairs to the top level, where the meeting rooms are. She walked into a room in front of you.

“Lewis, there’s someone here who needs to speak with you.” She said, her voice calm and reassuring. Lewis looked up, his brows furrowing as he turned to face the both of you. “This is y/n, I think you’ll want to hear what she has to say.”

With that, she smiled at the two of you and left, closing the door after herself.

”Hi.” You said as you tried to fight the smile from your face but failed in the end.

”Hi.” Lewis stood up, he was walking around the table to reach you when he noticed your arms, he frowned, he wasn’t one to judge but he was surprised to see the scars? He stopped, but you walked a couple of steps closer. He then noticed it, tattoos.

Lewis was stumped. He thought they were scars, and he wondered what happened to you for you to get them. But in a split second, he noticed that they’re tattoos. His tattoos, on your hands, arms, and any part of skin, he could see. He took a step forward, his expression a mix of shock and disbelief.

”Are they real?” He asked his voice barely above a whisper. “Are you… are you really her?”

You felt your throat tighten, the weight of the moment pressing down on you. You took a deep breath and nodded. “Yeah, I think so, I’ve been seeing your tattoos on my skin for what seems to be my whole life.”

”I can’t believe it.” He said, his voice soft as a slow smile spread across his face. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long.”

As you stood facing each other, it seemed like the world around you faded, and noises from outside ceased to exist. This is the moment you both were looking for, waiting for. You take out the pen you have in your pocket, and as a final point to prove that you are, in fact, soulmates, and your soulmate isn’t just a Lewis superfan, you write on your hand.

’Hi.’

Lewis looks at the palm of his hand and smiles. He turns it to you and there in an identical handwriting his ‘Hi.’

Lewis reached out, gently taking your hand in his, and his touch sending a thrill through you.

”There’s so much I want to say, so much I want to know.” He said, his voice filled with emotion. “But first, I just want to thank you for being there, for walsh being a part of my life, even before we met, when we were apart.”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you smiled up at him. “I’ve always felt you with me.” You said as your own voice trembled. “Even when we were miles apart, I knew you were there, and now… we’re finally together.”

”Yeah.” Lewis squeezed your hand, he said softly, his eyes welling with tears of his own. “We’re together, and I promise I’ll never let you go.”

You throw your arms around him for a hug, and he doesn’t hesitate before he hugs you back. You imagined being in his arms time and time again. Every time he comforted you, you'd imagine he’s right there giving you a hug. All those imaginations are nothing compared to the real thing. The warmth of his hug, the security and familiarity of it all is different.

It’s all so overwhelming that tears wouldn't stop leaving your eyes as you clutch him tighter. Lewis runs his hand up and down your back.

”I can’t believe I finally found you.” You sob, and it takes a lot for him not to cry with you.

”Me neither, I’ve been waiting for a long time.” Lewis said and pulled back to see your face.

”God, you must’ve waited for a long time.” You say realising that he’s older than you. He’s had to wait for longer. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry you had to go through everything alone.”

”I wasn’t.” Lewis whispers, his eyes holding yours hostage. “You’ve always been there for me, ever since your little Hi, you’ve been there.”

The door opens before you can say anything, and it’s one of Lewis’ engineers. He looks apologetic once he sees the two of you.

”I’m so sorry, but Lewis it’s time to go.” With that, the man ducks out of the room and leaves the two of you alone once more. Lewis hesitates, and he doesn’t want to leave you.

”Go, I’ll be here when you’re done.” You tell him with a teary smile, Lewis kisses your cheek, takes a deep breath, and prolongs his hold on you before he has to let go.

Lewis tells his team to take care of you, you’re given an all access pass for the Merc premises. You watch qualifying with Anthony, Lewis’ dad. He tells you what’s happening, trying to explain it to you as much as possible. You’ve never been a sports fan, so you never stumbled across Formula 1 before. And other than the research you and the team have done for the event, you knew nothing, but it looks like you’re about to know everything.

“He went first, right?” You asked Anthony not taking your eyes away from the screens. You were sitting at the edge of your seat, filled with anticipation and buzzing with the mood of the room.

”Yes, there’s still Q3, but he’s done the fastest lap in Q2.” Anthony explained, and you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling. Taking your pen out, you write ‘you did so well, i’m cheering you on’

Lewis, of course doesn’t answer, but he’s seen your message, and you hope it helps keep his confidence high. Anthony told you about Lewis winning in Silverstone before and how it was in 2020 that he’s done it last. Your ringers crosses as Q3 started, with each lap the track evolved and everyone kept changing position, it was a Mclaren and Mercedes fight, and as the chequered flag was waved and the last cars passed, George went first, before Lewis passed the finish line and taking pole position. The room erupted in cheers, your eyes welled with tears once more, you don’t know all the hardships Lewis went through in his career, but you knew it meant a lot to him. You’ve known when he was at his lowest, and he’s been feeling down for a long time, and you found out why that is. But here you are now, and here you’ll stay.

You write another message after you whip the first away.

’congrats, I’m so happy for you.’

You see Lewis get out of his car, congratulate George, and get weighted before he takes off his helmet and gloves. He looks at his hand and smiles. You feel ecstatic seeing how happy he looks from your words. Anthony pats your hand for a moment. He’s thankful for your presence in his son’s life.

After Lewis is done with his interviews and whatnot, he goes back to his driver’s room, where you’re waiting for him. When he walks in, you imminently hug him, buzzing with excitement.

”Lewis, that was amazing. You did so good, I’m so happy for you.” You say and breathe him in.

”It was all for you, y/n.” Lewis says, and you couldn’t fight the blush from forming on your face. Lewis’s hands cupped your face before he took notice of the tattoo on your neck. He traced it, looking behind your ears for the ones he knew would be there. “did you get all of them?”

”Yeah, all them, I saw most of them get done.” You told him and Lewis’s fingers moved to your. hands looking at the lines he knew by heart.

“Did it hurt?” He asked his eyes, meeting yours.

“Not one bit.”

”Why didn’t you tell me?” Lewis was confused.

”Would you have stopped?”

”Of course.” Lewis answered in disbelief, almost offended you’d ask such a thing.

”That’s why I didn’t tell you.” Lewis chuckled and continued up your arm raising your sleeve with it, until he couldn’t anymore, his touch left you breathless, it was electrifying. You gently turned around and raised your shirt for him to see your back, his biggest tattoo. “I was scared about this one first since it was done in a few sessions.”

Lewis didn’t respond. His eyes were locked onto the skin that’s being exposed to him. From the look of your skin, one would think it’d be rough, but as his hands moved from the bottom of your spin and up your back, it couldn’t be the furthest from the truth. His hands left goosebumps in their wake. You closed your eyes, and your breath shuddered as you let it out. You move your hands up, and with Lewis, you remove your shirt.

Lewis’s hands hover over your bra clasps. You lean back into him, and that was all the encouragement he needs. He quickly unclasp it and watches his tattoo on your skin.

”You know, this shows everyone you’re mine.” Lewis’s voice sounded hoarse, his adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he swallowed.

”Left your mark on me before we even met.” You said, sounding breathless. You turned around and looked at him, your eyes half closed, your hands on his chest. “Maybe I should do a tattoo of my name so everyone would know that you’re mine.”

Lewis groaned at your words, his hands holding your waist a little lighter. Your hand moved down his chest, feeling his abs before you felt his pelvic bone going down before you stopped.

”I want to know why you have this one.” You bite your lip, stopping your smile from breaking through.

“It was an impulsive decision.” Lewis breathed out and pulled you closer by the belt loops of your pants.

“Well, we have to see who the lucky one is.” You say rearing to the ‘lucky you’ tattoo you both share right next to your private area.

“I can already tell, I’m the lucky one.” Lewis whispered just as his lips tout he’d yours. The kiss was full of love and lust. The intensity left you gasping, Lewis took his chance to deepen the kiss. One of his hands cupped the back of your neck and the other slid to the top of your butt. His lips were warm and demanding, moving with an urgency, he’s waited for this moment for a very long time. Your hands went up to his braids, and you pulled slightly. Your mouths moved in a heated dance, just enough tongue touching to leave you craving for more. The kiss seemed to heat up, consuming, as you tried to memorise each other.

His hand moved from the top of your but up your back, feeling the skin there, and you pressed yourself against him, feeling the solid muscle of his chest, his heart beating hard, matching yours.

Breaking away was hard, but the small breaths you both were taking weren’t enough, and you needed oxygen. “Fuck, what are you doing to me.” Lewis asked, his voice husky and raw.

”Me? What are you doing to me?” You look at his lips red and a little puffy from the kissing you’ve been doing, and you know yours will match his.

“Maybe we should wait until we’re in a more private place.” Lewis says, having the same train of thought as you, he glanced at the door which he hasn’t locked.

“I think so.” You mumble before pressing your lips for one, two, three more kisses.

”Turn around, I’ll help you.” Lewis mumbled, and you followed his words. He hooks your bra and hands you your shirt back. He even helped you pull it down.

Walking out of his room after you’ve both calmed down, no one was the wiser to the make out session you two just had. You went back with Lewis to his house, his family left the two of you to talk, to get to know each other.

So you sat with Lewis in one of his hoodies and shorts, your make up wiped away and just ready for a cosy night.

“What’s your favourite tattoo?” Lewis asked you curious, you hummed thinking about it. You both sat on the sofa right next to each other, Lewis had his elbow on the back of the sofa and his head on his hand, the other one in yours, your legs were over his, it looked as if you were intertwined.

”They’re all unique and there isn’t one that I mind, maybe the Muhammad Ali I don’t enjoy as much.” You say with a giggle, Lewis pats your calf where the tattoo is visible. “Don’t get me wrong, he’s amazing and everything, a legend for certain.”

”But not enough to have him tattooed onto your body.” Lewis adds for you and you nod.

”The one I resonate with the most, is the still I rise one.” You tell Lewis. “You certainly got it at a time when I was feeling the worst and like a fauliar, since you got it whenever I felt like I couldn’t do something I’d look at it and I’d just try again.”

”I’m glad.” Lewis smiles at your words.

”Who’s Coco?” You ask lewis taking his hand is in yours, “My dog, she died in 2020.” Lewis said and you squeezed his hand, feeling bad for him and for brining it up.

”I remember you told me about it, a heart attack right?” Lewis nodded, you brought his hand up so you could kiss it.

”There was so many times, that I wished you were with me.” Lewis confessed, the tones of your voices calm, low and intimate. “I wanted to find you so bad, so many times.”

”I did too, I hate that you spent so much without me.” You tell him and sigh, before giving him a small smile. “But we get to spend the rest of our lives together.”

”We do, I’m taking you with me everywhere.” Lewis says and pulls on your hands making you move that bit closer.

”Good, because I’m not leaving you.”

”Tell us, Lewis, what do you think made you have the last push to win today?” The interviewer, Jensen Button, asked Lewis, who smiled and searched for you between the Mercedes crew. You just emerged between them with a grin on your face, this was all new to you, so you had no idea that you could be at parc ferme and see the podium from there.

”My soulmate.” Was his simple answer, the fans all cheered as Jenson was shocked that Lewis found his soulmate after so long.

”She’s here?” Jensen asked, and Lewis nodded with an unbeatable grin.

”Right there, and I can’t wait to go and kiss her.” Lewis said, pointing in your direction.

”Well, one more question before we let you go and do just that…” Jensen asked the queastion and Lewis was paying half mind to him, he gave a practised answer. “Okay, we’ll let you go to your soulmate.” Jensen put the mic away before he patted Lewis’ shoulder. “Congrats, mate.”

He wasn’t talking about the win. Finding your soulmate is much more important than any race win.

Lewis walked up to you and did exactly what he said he’s do, his hands went to your cheeks, yours to his race suit to pull him closer, before his lips landed on yours.

The camera flashes were blinding as the fans all cheered for you both. What a moment.

Lewis pulled back and pressed his forehead to yours. “You’re my lucky charm. You have to come to every race.”

”I already told you you can’t get rid of me, I’m not leaving you.” You tell him before he was pulled away. He had to go.

You watched Lewis on the top of the podium with the biggest smile, his eyes caught yours and he sent you a wink.

Lewis sprayed the champagne before he raised it up and took a sip out of it.

Here’s to forever.

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clxudn1n3

6 months ago

Bow - Max Verstappen

Words: 463 Word Prompt: Bow Note(s): @faithshouseofchaos showed me an (edited) picture of Max with a bow on his bicep and I couldn’t help myself.

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“Maxie!”

He pauses the match, head tilting back, lips widening into a smile as his eyes light up.

“What’s up?”

She’s smiling as she walks over to the couch, to him, and his eyes track her movements, head swiveling as she moves from behind the couch to being in front of it. His legs instinctively moving to make room for her in between them.

She steps in between them and as he looks up at her, eyes roaming over her body before landing on her face, he notices her hands behind her back.

“What do you have?” Max asks.

Her smile widens and his heartbeat quickens. Her hands slowly move from behind her back and his eyebrow quirks up as he notices a pink ribbon resting in her palms.

“A ribbon?” She nods and he reaches for her, grabbing her forearms gently and pulling until she’s straddling his lap. “What do you want me to do with the ribbon?”

He could see her maybe wanting it tied around her waist, though it looks a bit short. It would fit around her neck like one of those ribbon chokers he’d seen before and that idea is quite appealing. She could want it laced around one of her wrists, he supposes and at the thought he can’t help but raise her dominant hand and pressing a kiss on its wrist.

“I was wondering,” She pauses and he nods, giving her waist a squeeze of encouragement. “If I could tie it around your bicep.” And with the final word, her pointer finger reaches out to touch his left one, the muscle flexing in response.

He blinks for a second but nods, shifting her a bit backwards. “Okay. Go ahead.”

Her eyes brighten and she’s pressing her lips to his, but before he can return it, she’s pressing kisses all over his face and he can’t help but laugh, delighting in her excitement. She presses one more to his lips, allowing him to kiss her back before she’s focusing on the ribbon in her hands.

He watches her eyes narrow, lips pursing as she focuses. Her fingers against his skin, the muscle again flexing at the touch and he’s unable to not smirk at the small giggle she gives. Her teeth sink into her bottom lip as she wraps it around his bicep, completely focused and when she finally ties it, making a beautiful bow with the extra ribbon, she beams, hands coming up to cover her face briefly before he catches them.

Giggles spill across his lips as he kisses her and Max just knows that if something as simple as pink ribbon around his bicep makes her this happy, he’ll forever wear it, only letting it come off just so she can tie it again.

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4 months ago

Soundless somethings

When logan comes home one day to absolute silence throughout your home, he knows something isnt right. He further cements that when he finds you tucked up in bed, struggling with a migraine attack.

This is something a little different for me; fluff not always being my strongest suit. But as a livelong chronic migraine suffering girlie, im always searching for comfort. This was completely self indulgent and i threw it at the wall (notes app) in the midst of getting over this very scenario. i figured I'd share in case theres anyone out there that needs some comfort the way i did when this came to be. <33

Warnings?: mention of migraine attacks, mentions of taking pills/medication, mentions of nausea (but no vomit), Logan being a sweet sweet man, Overall just fluff!

Pictured with origins!Logan in mind but feel free to imagine any version!

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Logan could tell something was off the moment he stepped through the door. the lights are off, all the curtains drawn, enveloping the house in pitch darkness despite the earlier hour.

the sound of the tv doesn't play out, nor the usual music that would softly serenade throughout the house. Instead a deafening silence replaces it all.

His steps are quiet despite his weight; rushed yet carefull- calculated- as he treads to find you. He knows your home, the steady beat of your heart hushed in his ears as he strains to listen. He checks the kitchen and then the bathroom but he doesnt find you in either.

Instead, he finds you bundled up in your shared bed, blanket pulled up to your chin, a bag lined trashcan resting on the floor besides your bedside table.

There's a gentle sigh of relief; that your home and safe, as he pads over. A crease wedging its way between his brows as he Looks your bundled frame over. Your expression- that he can see anyway- is pained as he kneels carefully besides the bed. Slow and gentle to not jostle your body as his hands stabilize themselves on the plush mattress. Logan opens his mouth, question poised on his tongue, but you beat him to it.

"Logan?" you croak quietly, eyes squinted open, like the words hurt you to verbalize. In a way, they do.

"Yea baby s' just me." Logan keeps his voice low as he reassures you. His hand gently coming up and over your covered body to rest atop of your forehead and he smiles softly as you try to snuggle into it without much movement; his palm feeling cool and reliving from his time outside against your skin . "What's goin on hm? M' girl not feeling good?"

"Mhm" you hum back, eyelids falling shut again to block out the dimmed light. "'nother migraine attack".

Ah.. So that explains the quiet darkness filling, what is usually, your bustling home.

"Have you taken your pills baby?" Logan enquires with a sigh, voice low and careful to not hurt your head further as he stands as quiet as he can- save for the clicking of his knees that you'd usually tease him about- instead he finds himself apologizing.

Logan knows how bad these attacks can get, how they can range from a dull ache behind your eyes to a debilitating thump that pains every movement. That the trashcan besides your side of the bed often has a second purpose; for the days when you physically cannot move for the pain and nausea.

He knows how, when these attacks happen, even the quietest noise can make you unconsciously flinch in pain. That sometimes even the sound of your own heartbeat worsens the matching throb in your head. It breaks part of his heart every time, seeing you struggling so hard in your own body, but he'll do anything, often wordlessly to ensure you get through each attack supported with anything you need.

"Took em' earlier.. Didn't help much" you mumble, hushed and so sadly it makes logans heart clench in his broad chest. You hear logans steps retreat from the room, and you shift fractionally in bed. The movement deliberately slow as to not highten the nausea that floats over you in waves.

Tugging the cool side of one of logans pillows atop of your forehead, Its just enough to cover your eyes; to stop any extra brightness breaching your eyelids. The scent of him embedded in the fabric is comforting; but you find yourself thankful for the way it slightly muffles sound too as you listen to logan rooting around in the kitchen.

You know he's trying his best- he always does- his large heavy hands delicately struggling to maneuver around items much smaller. You just barley catch the muttered way he swears to himself as he grabs a glass out, accidentally clinking it next to another other, to fill with cold water.

When logan comes back he does so with his arms full. in one a condensation covered glass filled with water, crisp and cool from the fridge. The other is pressed to his chest and holds a box of crackers- simple and plain- and a packaged strip of ginger cookies to settle your stomach; your medicine carton then sitting atop of both.

You crack an eye at the sound of the packets as he places them down on the bed; apologizing for the rustling as you whimper. The idea of food not being over appetizing in your current state.

logan hides a smile, knowing and apologetic, seeing the grimace that rests on your lips.. "I know baby, i know.." he hushes gently, as he carefully sits himself beside you, dipping the bed as it groans. "but we gotta get something in your stomach before your next meds, y'know that."

You whimper again, pained and utterly miserable because you know hes right. You do need to eat before your next dose; otherwise you know it'll make the nausea worse. He sighs softly again as you whine, helping you rest up against the headboard.

The throb in your skull is louder as you sit straight, your eyes fully open now. the room is dimmed but light still filters golden through the fabric of the curtains. You make a mental note to purchase some blackouts when you feel more yourself.

Theres silence then, as logan watches your every move, occasionally handing you another cracker or cookie depending on what you mumble for. By the third cracker and second cookie a small protesting sound passes your lips, nausea flooding your bloodstream mid bite. Logan's hand finds your back, rubbing up and down softly hushing you through the wave, also ready to grab the trashcan if you need it.

"Just a couple more bites baby, you can do it.." he pushes quietly after a while of helping you steady your breath; urging you to just finish the last half of the ginger cookie sat in your hand. He grins slightly when you continue, bites small and almost sheepish as he places a kiss on your head before muttering into your hair "yea there you go. Good girl, proud of you baby."

For a while then, theres no movement; you sitting against the headboard and him resting besides you. His hand rubbing soothing shapes on your back.

Theres a panicked noise when he shifts, your fingers grasping at his shirt, but like always, Logans quick to reassure you. "Shh s' okay, just grabbing your pills, m' not goin anywhere, Promise"

You hum gingerly in understanding as his free arm reaches to the table, pulling your medicine packet into his lap before stretching again for the water.

You grimace, fingers wrapping around the glass as you bring it up to your forehead, resting it against your warm skin. Its cool and damp against you, making a sound of delight slip from your throat. Logan smiles at it, un-popping the little pills and handing you the correct dose.

He helps tip your head back, his hand resting over yours on the glass, guiding and gentle. Once swallowed he praises you again; lips pressing feather light kisses against your temple when you shift closer to his body.

"Love you lo" he just manages to hear you mumble into his neck. Your tone is still slightly sad; no doubt filled with fatigue as he helps you rest comfortable atop of him, head resting in the crook of his neck.

Usually you'd giggle at the tickle of his facial hair against your skin but for now you settle for an amused huff; too pained for laughter as you nuzzle closer to his scent with your fingers still tangled in the fabric of his shirt. akin to how a child clutches a stuffed toy.

"Love you too baby.." he replies softly, palm coming to rest under your- his- shirt. He smiles, heart stuttering in his chest at the feeling of your lashes fluttering shut. His cool hand soothing up and down your spine until he feels your breathing slow. Soft snores falling from your lips as his motions never cease. "Now, get that pretty little head to snoozin' hm?"

lemme know whatcha think? is fluff something you'd like to see more of?? bc i actually really enjoyed creating this <333

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