#I do like the idea that he still calls him DAX - the one thing he can't give up completely - but it becomes something like an inside joke
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Come Together
18+ Aaron Hotchner x Fem Reader
Summary: Ever since the academy, Aaron and Y/N have been at each other's throats for a spot on the BAU. He got it, She didn't. Now they have to plan the Bureau's Holiday party together without killing each other.
Warnings: angst, fighting, mutual pining, enemies to lovers, Aaron had a crush on her while married. why he and haley broke up, miscarriage mentions, divorced Aaron, flirting, teasing, kissing, fingering, hate sex, p in v smut, rough sex, no condoms used
Word Count: 4.8k
Penelope is usually the one to plan holiday parties… but after last year's spiked punch— that ruined a lot of upper agents' sobriety, which wasn’t her fault at all, the director delegated to having two random people plan it together. He pulled names from a hat that just happened to be Aaron Hotchner and Y/N Y/L/N.
She was happy to do it, and he was fine with doing it… they just weren’t happy about doing it together. The two agents couldn’t stand each other and it goes all the way back to being in the same year at the academy.
They were tied for the top of the class, duking it out to be the chosen one for Agent Rossi’s new right-hand man. And of course, it went to a man. It didn’t matter to them that she was fantastic at what she did, or that her final score was 0.2% higher than his. He was a man so he got it.
She got a job in CARD which, she liked, it was still an opportunity to solve cases and bring kids home to their parents… she just had to work with the BAU more than she liked and take orders from them. And then Rossi left, Gideon stepped down and Aaron Hotchner was the fucking Head of the BAU.
She was taking orders from him. Him and his goon squad of pretty people he picked over her.
She would’ve pushed everything aside and dealt with him, she would’ve mended things if he accepted her into the team. But he never did. After 5 applications and being looked over for everything while he hired younger and younger, she finally gave up and started to hate his guts even more.
Now she’s in the elevator, pushing the button for floor 6 and shaking the thoughts of strangling him out of her head so she can deal with him for half an hour. He’s always so busy that she’s been waiting all week just to talk about this stupid fucking party, and the only time he has is at 8:30 pm on a Friday when she should be at home.
She walks right into the bullpen, up the stairs and knocks on his door. “come in?” He calls.
“Hey,” she says with a deep sigh. “Can we talk about the party?”
“Mhm,” he nods, waving her in. “Come sit, I already have some ideas.”
“Okay…” she sits down in front of him, ignoring all his plaques and accolades and staring down at her clipboard. “I called around and there are 3 places available that are big enough to hold us, on the 3rd Saturday of the month.”
“Awesome, I already called a friend of mine with a Christmas tree farm and acquired 3 trees— Douglas furs, all pretty and big, we’ll just need a ceiling over 12 feet to house them,” he explains.
“And who’s going to decorate them?” She asks.
He shrugs, “We’ve got a big budget, we can hire someone to do it.”
“Who did Penelope use?”
“Herself,” he smiles that devilishly condescending smile. “I’m sure if we ask she’d want to help out again. She loves Christmas.”
“Did you ever figure out who spiked the punch last year?” She asks, genuinely feeling sorry for Penelope.
Penny was the only one on the team that she actually liked.
He nods, “Dax Cooper up in counter-terrorism.”
“Yeah, he’s an asshole.”
“Worse than me?” He teases. “Seriously, when are you going to stop being mad at me?”
“When you admit you hate me!” She fights back. “I did nothing to you. You’re the one who conspired with Dave and got hired here and then you purposely lost all my applications and never let me know why you wouldn’t even interview me.”
“I didn’t lose them, I put them to the side,” he shrugs. “You weren’t ready to be on our team.”
“But the walking calculator and teen Mrs. USA are?” She laughs.
“Reid and JJ are wonderful assets,” he snaps, jaw tight and eyes full of fury. “This is why I don’t want you. You wouldn’t be a team player. Not until you get rid of the attitude and accept that this job is about more than numbers. Yes, they’re young, yes you beat me by a fraction of a percent, but that doesn’t mean you have what it takes to do what we do.”
“I look at cases full of missing, dead and raped kids all day, how is that any different?” She honestly can’t believe it.
“Because you look at a screen all day with facts and witness statements and I go out into the field and I talk to parents and I deal with the cops and I don’t start fights over petty bullshit,” he reminds her. “I have never called you names or signalled you out. All you do, every time we're on a scene together, is whisper and gossip and try to undermine me. You need to grow up.”
She just shakes her head, holding in a comment that could hurt him because… and she hates to say it, but he’s right. “Whatever. Should I call one of these places and book it tomorrow or what?”
“Do whatever you want, just give me the address so I can have the trees and decorations sent over,” he honestly doesn’t care. “I trust your judgement on a caterer, I’ll pick a band… what else would we need?”
“Invitations, which I can handle,” she assures as she stands up to walk to his door. “I’ll cc you on everything and include the director for oversight. I’ll call you if I have questions.”
“Y/N,” he calls out to her before she leaves. “I’m going to be looking for a new agent in a few months…”
“And?”
“If we can work this out by then… maybe things will be different when you apply this time?” He suggests, giving her innocent eyes and genuinely meaning it.
“Okay.”
—
“Did you see her last night?” Dave asks, walking right into Aaron's office with two coffees right at 8am.
He nods, “I did… you don’t have any connections to a band I can book for Christmas, do you?”
“The Jazz club might be able to lend us some members,” he suggests. “I’ll make a call… but I take it things went well?”
“As well as they could go, she’s still so mad at me for getting this position over her,” he shakes his head. “I don’t know how to make her realize she just wasn’t ready. Our working together would’ve been awful. It would’ve—
“Ruined your marriage that just ended?” Dave teases. “I know you liked her, I saw the way you two looked at each other and I saw the teasing and the way you talked about her. She was more than a friend to you… I couldn’t have her on the team like that. I couldn’t see you go through what I did with Caroline.”
“I hate thinking about how different things could’ve been if she was on the team though,” he shakes his head and stares off out the window. “We almost broke up back then, you know? We almost never had Jack…”
“You know it’s perfectly normal for marriages not to work out, it doesn’t mean you loved her any less, it just wasn’t meant to be forever,” Dave reminds him. “You’re still friends, there’s no ill will. You never cheated, she didn’t either. You just grew apart. It happens.”
“But now I’m single and I can pursue Y/N… but she hates me,” he sighs. “I don’t think she’ll ever stop hating me.”
“Nasty hate sex is fun,” Dave teases, making them both laugh. “I’m serious… you wouldn’t believe the women I’ve—
“I know, actually,” Aaron shakes his head. “Strauss can’t look at you the same anymore.”
“Hey… that wasn’t hate, it was just indifference,” he teases.
“Whatever,” Aaron can’t help but smirk. “Can you work on the band for me?”
“I will, I’ll get them to throw in some love songs too,” Dave teases on his way out.
This was going to be interesting.
—
Two weeks of planning and emails blow by in the blink of an eye.
He gets ready for the party early, having to be there to check things over and meet the band and shake hands with the higher-ups as they arrive. He has a nice suit on, a red tie for Christmas and dark green socks that no one will ever notice. But he wants to look nice.
For her.
He walks up to her where she’s hiding in the corner. Adorning the most stunning golden dress and holding her clipboard, making sure everything gets delivered and set up in time for the start time at 7. They still have 4 hours till then, but she’s an overachiever. And a worrier. She needed this to be perfect.
She looked perfect. Like the 2000 Holiday Barbie brought to life. He’s absolutely astounded by her beauty he just stares for a moment before he says anything.
“You know, you look very pretty today,” he compliments but she doesn’t take it that way.
She looks at him like he just insulted her mother. “What?”
“That dress, it looks nice on you,” he looks her up and down. Smiling like he has some tricks up his sleeve. “What? Can’t I think you look nice? Haven’t we spent enough time talking this last month to let me compliment you?”
“Don’t you have a wife?” She asks, disgusted he’d hit on her. “And a kid?”
“We got divorced back in April,” he shrugs. “And you say you want to be a profiler, yet you haven’t looked at my hands in months?”
She looks now, noticing that he doesn’t have a ring and the tan line that should be there is long gone, which means he’s telling the truth. “Oh… sorry.”
“It’s better this way,” he nods, giving her a sweet smile. “Is everything going to plan?”
She nods too, “Yeah. Just waiting on your band… please tell me they’re good?”
He laughs, “They’re great. Dave’s got this Jazz bar he basically owns with how much money he’s spent there so they owe him one… You’ll like them.”
“Jazz, at Christmas?” She can’t believe it. “Hotch—
“Aaron,” he corrects her. “Please, for the love of god, call me Aaron again.”
“Why?” She laughs, “We’re not close.”
“Oh, come on,” he teases. “You can’t tell me that before everything went down, we didn’t have something going on? We were friendly, I almost thought you had a crush on me?”
She looks at him with a brow raised, “You thought I had a crush on you?”
He nods, “And then you found out I was married.”
“So you’re saying if you weren’t married we could’ve hooked up at the academy?” She asks. “Sounds like you liked me too, regardless of the wife.”
“No—
“Be honest,” she begs, stepping into his space even more. “If things were different- if you didn’t have a wife and we fucked back then, would you have screwed me over for the job?”
“I didn’t screw you over, I simply already knew Dave,” he finally admits after 10 long years. “I knew he was about to leave, he knew Gideon didn’t want to be in charge. He wanted someone to run the whole unit who wouldn’t choke— not saying you’d choke, he just knew I was already hard on the inside, I wasn’t going to lose my mind with all the shit we see.”
“You could’ve put in a good word for me, Aaron, I would’ve been fine working under you. I would’ve loved even just an office job in the BAU, I want to work with more than just missing kids,” she begs. “I’ve done it for 10 years, now. You know that makes me strong. You have a kid of your own, you know it’s not easy to think about them missing, let alone deal with it.”
“I know… and I was serious, I have a new position opening up and I want to give this another try,” he admits. “I want you on the team.”
She shakes her head, “how can I be on the team when this—” she points between them. “This, whatever this is, is going on?”
“The sexual tension?” He teases and she swats his arm. “We’ll be fine.”
She shakes her head. “Just, give me some time to think about it?”
“I can do that…”
—
She watches him from afar most of the night. Talking only when they needed to, like in front of the director or on stage while introducing the band and thanking everyone for being there… she was having a very hard time being in the same room as him with all she knew now.
She was still mad at him.
Mad because she’s wasted so much of her life hating him when they could’ve been happy together… but at the same time she was sad for his ex-wife. She wondered how long the marriage was loveless. Did she know? Did she suspect? Who broke it off? Does he see his son? She knew he was a good man back then but, what kind of good man has a crush on someone else while married? Would he just do that to her if they got together?
She had so many questions in her mind and they wouldn’t shut up.
He approaches her again while she’s deep in thought, staring at the floor while she sips on a drink she doesn’t even like.
“Having fun?” He asks.
She shakes her head, “No.” she puts her drink down on the table just behind her and turns back to him as he begins to speak.
“Something not going according to pl—
“Why the fuck did you have to tell me you like me?” She snaps. “I was so okay with hating you for the rest of my life because I couldn’t be on the team I always wanted to join and then you tell me you like me? That if you didn’t have a wife you’d want to be with me back then?”
He steps more into her space so they can keep their voices down and between each other, “because you deserve to know.”
“No, I don’t think so,” she fights back. “You were never worried about me being too immature for the team, you were scared you’d end up cheating on your wife with me. I didn’t even know you had a wife until I developed feelings for you. You never wore your ring to class, we spent every day sitting together in class or at the library and you came back to my dorm a few times… you pursued me as much as I was pursuing you and then you made it my fault.”
“I know, and I’m sorry,” he bows his head, ashamed. “My wife and I weren’t in a good place, we were talking about getting separated… then she got pregnant.”
“I thought Jack was only—
“We lost a couple babies before him,” he admits. “I didn’t want to be like my dad. I didn’t want to knock her up and leave her so I stayed. I stayed but I wasn’t a good dad anyway. I was always at work, I missed important things with my son and she was the one to end it because she deserved someone who wanted to be home with her and my son deserved to grow up knowing his dad wasn’t always going to be there but loves him enough to be as present as possible when he is home. I couldn’t be that when I was with his mom. we’re so much better apart, I love having weekends alone with my son and doing things we like and not worrying about fighting with his mother in front of him. And she’s happier now with her new boyfriend and Jack's happy with the prospect of a stepdad who can step up in all the areas I lack.”
“That’s a really mature thing to do for him,” she manages to give him a small, press-lipped smile. “Still doesn’t make me feel better about what you did to me.”
“I’ve wanted to tell you the truth and that I’m sorry for so long, but when we’re together it’s always a fight. I can never get an honest minute with you, you always just come in guns blazing and my instinct is to tease you back,” he admits. “I am sorry. I wish things were different. I would like to start over if you’d allow me to.”
“I don’t want a job on your team,” she says, stepping in even closer. Close enough to kiss him. “I can’t work with you like this.”
“Why?” He smirks.
“Because Strauss hates you enough as is without you fucking your subordinate,” she whispers. “I’m not throwing myself under the bus… just to be under you.”
He lunges for a kiss, pressing his lips against hers as he cups her face. She backs up slightly in surprise, bumping into the table behind herself. Aaron’s instincts are sharp, he reaches behind her and steadies it so the drink doesn’t crash against the floor and draw more attention to them. She knows the few people in this corner are already looking at them, but she doesn’t care.
This is a kiss she’s waited a decade for.
Her hands go inside his suit jacket, she reaches around to grasp his back and pulls him flush against herself. They break the kiss just to breathe, going in for another and another until their tongues meet and they’re the odd couple making out in the corner of the party.
His hand slips from her cheek to her jaw, along the side of her neck and then she pulls away, “not here,” she reminds him they’re in public and he can’t touch her anywhere he wants to.
“Sorry,” he apologizes. “How long do we have to stay here?”
“I have to stay for shutdown tonight,” she sighs. “But…. Come with me.”
She pats his side and moves past him, leading him out of the little corner they’re in and towards the main room. He follows her up a staircase, past people they both know and respect and they catch a few eyes but, she puts on a fake pissed-off look and they think she’s leading him somewhere to yell at him… cause that’s what they do.
“Hey man, where are you going?” Derek asks as they pass him and Penelope sharing a plate of hors d’oeuvres.
He’s quick on his feet, “One of the vendors fucked up, we have to chat with their boss and discuss how they can make it up to us.”
“Oh, damn, well… have fun,” he teases. Letting them go on down the small corridor towards some offices.
She leads him to the only open office she has access to, flicks on the light, lets him in and locks the door behind them. He’s quick to crowd her space, press her up against the door and grip her chin to tilt her attention up toward his eyes once more. She’s back inside his suit jacket, he’s so toasty-warm in there she can only imagine what it’ll be like to be naked with him.
“What were you saying about fucking up and making up for it?” She teases him.
He smirks, “I will… but first we need to find a way to release all that pent-up frustration we have against each other.”
She tries her best not to laugh, just shaking her head with a smile as she lets out a little huff, “Ah yes, fuck me like you hate me so we can restart fresh.”
He cups her face with both hands, eyes darkening with lust, “you’ve been such a brat for so long.”
“And I’m sure you know the cure for that?” She teases, pulling him in closer. One of her legs slips out of the slit of her dress and she brings it up to wrap around his hip, he’s quick to drop one of the hands from her cheek to grip her thigh.
“I do,” he whispers, his voice so deep it makes her stomach drop with anticipation.
He kisses her abruptly, she grips his back pulling him as if they could possibly get any closer but they can’t. Not yet. He grinds against her as their tongues meet again, his hand on her leg goes a little higher until he’s gripping her ass. The hand on her cheek starts to slip again, caressing her chest, she lightly moans into his mouth at the feeling. He’s everywhere, boxing her in against the door, but she wants more. She wants him buried deep inside of her, pounding her against the table over there, letting her know just how much he’s wanted her this whole time.
He kisses the side of her mouth, her jaw and down her neck, letting her catch her breath just to knock it all out of her again when he starts to lightly suck on her skin. “Aaron, don’t you fucking dare,” she scolds him.
“I won’t,” he speaks against her, just lightly nipping and sucking at her skin on his way down to her cleavage.
She pulls her hands out from inside his jacket to roam his shoulders until one hand ends up at the nape of his neck to play with his hair. Her head is tossed back against the door, and he kisses every inch of available skin on her chest.
He reaches down and gets both of his hands under her ass, making her jump up so he can carry her. Still kissing her neck, he moves them over to the table and sets her down. She’s just the tiniest bit taller now, he kisses her cheek again, looking her in the eye once more as he spreads her legs and runs his fingers along her thighs, realizing now she has nylons on. His hands go further, towards her aching cunt, he grips her thighs while both thumbs play with the seam of her nylons.
“I’m gonna rip these,” he announces, finding the weakest part of the seam and tearing it open enough to fit his cock through, without completely ruining them. He moves her thong to the side and drags his index finger over her clit. “You’re fucking soaked…”
She tosses her head back, both hands gripping the table like her ice depends on it when two of his fingers plunge into her. “Oh, fuck,” she moans a little too loud.
Attaching his lips to her neck again, he sucks on her pulse point while fucking her on his fingers. It’s hard and quick, covering the palm of his hand with her slick as his thumb rubs her clit. She’s always known his hands would be good for this, if nothing else.
“Please, Aaron? Oh my god,” She starts to beg.
“Words, princess,” he teases against her neck, teeth grazing her skin, his breath hot, it sends a shiver down her spine.
“Wanna cum,” she whispers, breathy and so close. “On your cock.”
“Okay,” he pulls out, bringing his hand to his mouth and licking his palm up to his fingers. He sucks them into his mouth with a groan. His cock twitches between them, jumping with excitement.
She whines again while he undoes the zipper and tugs his cock out, “please?”
“Hold on,” he spreads the excess wetness over his cock, stroking himself twice while biting his tongue. It clearly felt so fucking good but she knew her tight cunt was going to be better.
He slips in slowly and her grip changes, letting go of the counter, she wraps her legs around him and grips his back with her fingernails dug into the skin. “Better?” He whispers into her ear.
She whimpers when he doesn’t move, feeling so full, “fuck me, please? Fuck me the way I deserve.”
He hums, kissing her cheek before looking into her eyes, all watery and blown out, her mascara started to run a bit. He tilts his head to the side, “how hard?���
“Hard,” she looks him dead in the face.
He slips out, pulls her off the table and turns her around so her chest is against the cold hardwood table-top and flips her dress skirt up and out of the way. He rips her nylons even more, all the way up the back so her ass is exposed. He takes her ass cheeks in his hands and spreads her apart, amazed at how her pussy clenched in anticipation.
“Please,” she whined, almost stomping her feet with desperation.
He slams into her without warning, making her gasp loud enough to be heard by anyone wandering the hallway outside.
He pulls out a bit and slams back into her again and again and again until the noises she’s making are complete nonsense. She whines and moans and leans against the table for dear life while pushing back against him. He slaps her ass a few times, making the sound reverberate around the room like an echo.
He needs more friction, so his thrusts get less powerful and more rhythmic, he uses her like a toy bouncing her on his cock like a rag doll. She felt like her main purpose in life was to be fucked by him like this, it felt so good, it felt incredibly right, and she loved every fucking second of it. All those years of fighting paid the fuck off.
He slams into her cervix over and over, the head of his cock kissing the puckered spot inside again and again. Her hungry cunt sucks him in so deep, never wanting him to leave, and he can tell she’s close just from the way she clamps around him like a vice. He reached around to her stomach and drags his hand down her mound to rub her clit with his middle finger. The rhythm barely matches, but she loves the way it feels. It’s unpredictable, it’s all under his control, she just sits there and takes it like the good girl he’s raised her to be.
“Cum on the cock you hate so much,” he insists, “I wanna feel it. I want you to cover my cock in your cum before I fill you up to the fucking brim.”
Too fucked out to really respond she reaches one hand behind her back so he’ll hold it. He intertwines their fingers and leans forward to kiss her shoulder as his hips snap against hers with force. She starts to shake, her legs barely able to keep her up as her orgasm hits her and rattles through her body. He feels the spasm from the inside, her cunt flutters as she releases all the built-up tension in her body She’s so fucking tight he’s barely able to register his own orgasm approaching when he topples over her on the table.
He fucks into her as deep as he can go and then stills. She can feel rope after rope of his cum pump into her, they can hear the dribbles on the floor between them as it overflows and drips out of her, along with her own.
He kisses her back, breathing hard against her. She’s just trapped there under him, legs quaking in her heels, “holy fuck?”
“Sorry,” he pulls back and out of her, “shit… we didn’t think this through.”
She sighs, holding her dress up so she doesn’t make a mess. “Are there any tissues in here?”
He looks around, “Yeah… but it’s just that brown paper towel roll like we have at work.”
“It’ll do,” she shrugs. Watching him walk over to the dispenser near the sink in the corner of the room, he takes a bit out and cleans himself up quickly, putting himself back in his boxers before her gets some more.
He leans her forward again, kneeling behind her, he cleans her up to the best of his ability and then he repositions her thong. He even wipes up the floor before tossing the paper out. “I can’t believe there was so much…”
She laughs, dropping her dress back down and fluffing it so it looks normal again. “10 years worth of—
“Okay,” he shakes his head with a smirk, stepping back into her space, he wraps her up and kisses her forehead, “you did so good.”
“Thank you,” she smiles sweetly, she feels so different. There’s so much affection in her chest as she looks up at him once more. “I’m glad we got that out of the way.”
“I’ll stay with you here while they’re cleaning up,” he assures. “And maybe later I can show you how sorry I am for keeping secrets all these years?”
“I’d really like that… but I’m still not working for you,” she teases.
“I guess I’ll just have to take on more CARD cases so you’re forced to see me,” he teases right back, smiling at her.
This is going to be fun.
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Princess (2) - MJF x Reader
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Maxwell Jacob Friedman could (and should) die in a hole for all you care. The last text you had from him was from 3 weeks ago, which was also the only text from him. You should have expected this, he probably just wanted to brag to the entire AEW roster about how easily he got you into bed. You had been silently cursing him for a week now, not that you could share your frustrations with anyone, if your family found out they would be furious.
You hadn't been paying attention as you wandered into the house, suitcase trailing behind you, it served as a reminder of the mountain of laundry you had to do before you left in 48 hours. You left it at the bottom of the stairs as a problem for later you to deal with. You headed to the kitchen as you scrolled quickly through twitter, just to see if anything interesting was happening, you barely noticed your father standing there.
"Who's Max?" He asked gruffly making your head whip up from your phone.
"What?" You replied with an incredulous laugh. He gestured to the bouquet of red roses on the counter.
"They're for you. From Max, he wants to take you to dinner apparently"
What the hell is he sending you flowers for? To make up for ghosting you? A quick look at the card lying on the counter next to them confirmed it was him.
Princess,
Dinner?
Max
That was enough to ignite a new kind of rage in you. 3 whole weeks of nothing then some stupid flowers with 3 words on them?! How dare he? Hunter seemed to notice the change in your mood quickly.
"Do I need to kill someone?" He asked
"Nope, I'll do it myself thank you" You muttered before snatching the flowers and card then storming up to your room.
His number was already dialled by the time you dumped the flowers on your dressing table. With every ring you could feel the rage building up inside you. When he picked up on the fourth ring, you were ready to kill him.
"Hey-" He spoke calmly, as if he had done nothing wrong.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" You interrupted
"Woah woah, I just sent you flowers and that's the thanks I get?"
"Yeah, flowers my dad just gave to me. With a note that barely has a sentence on it. Are they supposed to make up for three weeks of radio silence?" You ranted, desperately trying to keep your voice down so no one in the house would overhear.
"So that's a 'no' to dinner then?"
"Fuck you Friedman"
-
Max pulled the phone away from his ear as he heard the line disconnect. A slight frown settled on his features, maybe it wasn't his brightest idea to send those flowers. He could feel someone looking at him from the other couch in the dressing room.
"What?" He asked abruptly
"Did she like the flowers?" Dax asked
"Her Dad found them" Max muttered
"So it completely backfired like we said it would?" Cash said
"Shut up"
Max stormed out of the locker room. The last thing he needed was another lecture about what a bad idea it was to keep in contact with you. Between his friends telling him that you would only cause trouble and the glares he got from people backstage that had known you for years, he knew this was different. What he felt for you had to be different. You wouldn't get out of his head, no matter how much he ignored you.
But now you were doing the ignoring and he had no idea how to apologise to you.
2 more weeks past and he still couldn’t get through to you. Every call went to voicemail, every text was left on read and it was driving him crazy. FTR had started just walking away the second he said your name. He had an idea, probably not a good idea but who would stop him?
-
You hated being at an arena this early, you couldn’t even do some bumps because the ring wasn’t set up yet. Your father had insisted you had came with him, he had barely let you out of his sight since those damn flowers showed up. So you found a quiet spot to go over your promo for tonight.
Barely even 15 minutes later a security guard came up to you looking mightly pissed off, with a very sheepish man following him.
“You know this guy?” The guard asked gruffly. Max was giving you his best puppy dog eyes, you glared at him for a second before answering the guard.
“Yeah I know him, thanks for not kicking his ass” You replied. He gave you a curt nod before walking off, glaring at Max as he passed.
“Are you fucking insane?” You hissed, grabbing his arm and dragging him away.
“You weren’t taking my calls, what was I supposed to do?” He answered. That made you stop in your tracks.
“I don’t know, not show up here? Do you understand what my grandpa will do if he finds out your here? Or, god forbid, my dad and uncle Shawn?” You ranted
“Princess-“
“Don’t call me that! You don’t get to call me that after you ghosted me!”
“Look, I’m not really one for apologies but give me one more chance. I’ll be different this time”
You couldn’t figure out why you were still standing there, your brain was screaming at you to slap him and walk away. When you hadn’t moved away, he took your hand in his to pull you closer. Your lips were inches away when you finally, his hand slipped around your back holding you to him as he finally kissed you.
“Alright, one chance Friedman” You whispered as you parted. A grin spread across his lips before he pulled you in again. You were too wrapped up in him to notice anything around you.
Hunter was marching through the halls of the arena, his PA was struggling to find you to pass on the message that your promo for tonight had changed. He knew you like to hide yourself away in dark corners so as he turned another corner he wasn’t surprised to see you, until he realised what you were doing. Was that that little shit Friedman??
“What the hell is this?!”
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Wanna Try Star Trek?
Hi tumblr! I love Star Trek, as do many of you, but it can seem intimidating to folks who are interested but don’t really how to approach such a large franchise. The thing is, Trek’s “golden age” lived in that delicious sweet spot where tv shows outside of soap operas were only just starting to learn about serialisation. These shows were built for drop in, drop out viewing. So I’m gonna write some beginner friendly summary/reviews of various episodes and you can see if it strikes your fancy. If you decide to watch an episode I talk about, please, feel free to talk to me about it!
Also, I made a big spinner wheel of all the TNG/DS9/VOY/ENT episodes and I needed something to do with it.
Today’s random pick is Deep Space Nine’s “Indiscretion”, episode 5 of season 4.
So real quick, Deep Space Nine aired between 1993-1999 and was set aboard the titular space station. It’s still the only Star Trek show not to be based on a ship. The long and short of the premise is that, after a long and gruelling occupation by the Cardassian Union, the planet of Bajor wins its freedom. Having no means of defending themselves from something like this happening again, Bajor reaches out to the Federation (the post-scarcity multi species utopia that humanity is part of) for protection. They send a Starfleet detachment to administer the space station the Cardassians left behind, commanded by one Benjamin Sisko, who has to manage the delicate political situation. This show is by far the most serialised of this era, but nowhere near the extent of modern shows.
First Officer’s Note: Starfleet is an all-in-one exploratory, scientific, defense and diplomatic service, and most of the shows and movies revolve around the various adventures of Starfleet crews.
Our episode today opens with DS9’s First Officer, Major Kira Nerys, receiving a call from an old friend named Razka Karn. He tells her that he’s found a lead on a ship she’s been searching for called the Ravinok. He won’t share the information over a video call, so she’ll have to come to him.
Ship Counsellor’s Note: Kira is a Bajoran, and was previously a member of the Bajoran resistance against the Occupation. Bringing in “one of Kira’s old resistance buddies” is one of the writer’s favourite ways to start up a plot for her.
The station’s security officer Odo shows up for a scene where he’s giving Kira a security report, but her mind’s clearly elsewhere. Odo asks her what’s wrong, and Kira asks whether he thinks she should go after the Ravinok. He tells her it doesn’t matter, as he knows she’s going to go anyway, so all he’ll say is “good luck”.
Usually, there’s some hand wringing over whether or not Sisko will send one of his officers on these personal missions, but here we skip right to Kira packing for her trip, only for Sisko to give her the unpleasant news that the Cardassian government wants in on the search too. See, the Ravinok was a Cardassian ship transporting Bajoran prisoners when it was mysteriously lost.
Kira’s come a long way in her feelings towards Cardassians since the start of the show, so she does (huffily) agree to delay her departure by 52 hours to allow a Cardassian delegate to join her.
Science Officer’s Note: Bajor, and by extension DS9, has a 26 hour day. This is one of those little writerly worldbuilding details that stays consistent, and really helps sell the idea of Bajor being its own place. Take note, aspiring writers!
It’s b-plot time! Sisko has been dating a freighter captain by the name of Kasidy Yates. Jadzia Dax, the Science officer, teases Sikso that things are getting serious, which Sisko denies. Kasidy then shows up to say she’s got an interview to sign up as a freighter captain for the Bajoran government. She’d be around all the time, she could even have quarters on the station! Sisko is clearly scared by the idea, but Jadzia is having way too much fun encouraging Kasidy to care. She’s a cad.
Back at Ops (the command centre), the Cardassian delegate arrives - it’s Dukat! Dun dun dun! Ad break!
Tactical Officer’s Note: Dukat (whose first name is never confirmed in the show, but some of the novels name him Skrain) is a major recurring character on the show. Sometimes an ally, often an opponent, but never liked by the crew. He was the officer in charge of the Occupation of Bajor during its final stages, with the rank of Gul. At this point in the show, he’s recently been promoted to Legate.
On their way to rendezvous with Razka, Dukat, galaxy brained individual that he is, decides to debate Kira on the merits of the Cardassian Occupation. When Kira pushes back on this, he says “I have to desire to debate the merits of the Occupation with you”. Charming guy.
We do get Kira’s motivation here, which is that the Ravinok was transporting a prisoner by the name of Lorit Akrem. He was the man who inducted Kira into the resistance, and one of the many friends and mentors she gained during that time.
Back on the station, Kasidy is telling Sisko over dinner that she got the job and how excited she is. All he can say is “it’s a big step”, and before long Kasidy gets sick of this and storms out.
Razka’s come through though, in his new role as a scrap metal merchant. He’s gotten his hands on a piece of the Ravinok’s hull. Kira and Dukat are able to use it to track the Ravinok to the Dozaria system, which conveniently has one (1) habitable planet.
Arriving at the planet, the pair are unable to determine much more than the wreckage’s rough location and decide to land their ship and explore on foot.
Chief Engineer’s Note: Star Trek is famous for its “technobabble”, made up science-y sounding phrases designed to create and solve problems. Due to the “ionic interference”, neither scanning for lifesigns or using their transporters to beam directly to the surface are possible. Ionic interference is a favourite of the writers, great for when you want to make sure a problem can’t be solved too quickly or easily.
Sisko is busy commiserating the situation with Jadzia and the station’s Chief Medical Officer Julian Bashir. They’re no help as Julian is also having entirely too much fun with this. Quark, the owner of the local bar, which is basically a space Dave & Busters, pipes in with his own two cents. Given that Quark is a Ferengi, and Ferengi culture is so misogynistic they make your average MRA look like a feminist ally, it’s not much help.
The Ravinok is found in short order, along with a series of 13 graves. Dukat sets about identifying the remains, and refuses to let Kira help. He claims that Cardassian funeral rites are very strict, and non-Cardassians must not view the remains. Hell, he even quotes a Bajoran religious leader to justify why she shouldn’t concern herself with the bodies of her fellow Bajorans. Luckily, Bajorans all wear earrings unique to their family line, so Kira can identify the bodies from those after Dukat excavates them.
Medical Officer’s Note: they’ve landed in a scorching desert, which Dukat loves. Cardassians are lizard-like and prefer hot environments. This was a major plot point in the season 2 episode The Wire. The desert shots were filmed in Soledad Canyon, California!
A little while later, Kira emerges from the ship’s wreckage with a passenger manifest to discover Dukat lost in thought as he stares at a piece of jewellery that she identifies as a Bajoran pledge bracelet. Dukat admits that he had an ulterior motive for coming on this trip, as he hoped to find a Bajoran woman by the name of Tora Naprem. She was his mistress, and he claims that the two were in love.
Not buying that last part. Also, Dukat absolutely has a thing for Bajoran women. It keeps showing up throughout the show. He even hits on Kira every now and then.
Anyway, Kira’s able to use an old resistance trick to track the survivors.
Later that night, as they make camp in a cave, Dukat manages to get a giant stone spike impaled in his ass. The sight of him hopping around in pain as he rubs a medical doohickey of the wound prompts Kira to burst out laughing, and Dukat even joins in. It’s not really a bonding moment, but there is a certain energy to it. An abatement of hostility, perhaps.
Whatever it is, it gives Kira the courage to ask about Tora Ziyal, the name of a civilian she found on the ship’s manifest. Dukat admits the truth, Ziyal is his and Naprem’s daughter. Dukat’ sensing the Occupation was coming to an end, planned to quietly ship them off to a neutral planet to live out their lives in peace, as neither Cardassia or Bajor would accept them. Kira, naturally, assumes he’s come to rescue Ziyal. Dukat says he’s come to kill her. Dramatic music sting. Ad break.
First Officer’s Note: Bajoran names follow Eastern naming order, meaning that Kira and Tora are family names. Also, Star Trek loves doing things in caves because they can build a new set out of the same few prop walls they have. It’s a fun detail to notice as you watch these shows.
The next day, Kira & Dukat are arguing as they pick up the trail. Dukat claims that he has too many political enemies, and a bastard child, let alone a half-Bajoran one, would give them ammunition to go after him. Kira accuses him of just being out for himself, but Dukat insists that he can only protect his family if he remains in power.
Are you getting a good feel for the kind of bastard Dukat is by this point?
This is all a bit much, how about another comic relief break in the b-plot? Sisko and his son Jake are having breakfast, and Jake mentions that he (and his friend Nog) spoke to Kasidy. As Sisko’s getting ready to give Jake a talk about the hard facts of life, Jake (having talked things through with his friend Nog) correctly diagnoses the problem as a fear of commitment. Sikso’s a widow, see, and it was his career that got Jennifer killed.
Sisko is rather bemused by this, but he can’t deny that Jake’s spot on. He asks if Jake said any of this to Kasidy. Jake says that he (and his friend Nog) considered it, but ultimately decided that Sisko should speak to Kasidy himself.
But now, at long last, we find the survivors. They’ve been taken captive by a mysterious alien race called the Breen, and are being forced to mine Dilithium ore from the planet. Presumably, it’s quite easy to do, as there’s only a few dozen survivors and no signs of heavy industry. There’s a young girl there too, presumably Ziyal.
Kira tells Dukat to go back to DS9 for reinforcements. Dukat refuses, and Kira’s obviously not going to leave Dukat with a chance to kill his daughter. Instead, they decided to mount a two person raid on the mines, which goes out without a hitch.
Well, except for the fact that Lorit died two years ago and a brief firefight gives Dukat a chance to slip away and find Ziyal. She instantly guesses who he is, having held out hope for the last six years that he’d come rescue her. Kira catches up to Dukat and threatens him at gunpoint to drop his rifle.
It’s ultimately Ziyal’s words that sway him, and Dukat can’t find it within himself to mow down his own child in cold blood.
Back on DS9, Sisko apologises to Kasidy, who accepts, and Dukat says he’s going to take Ziyal back to Cardassia to live with him. Aww, maybe he’s not such a bad guy after all.
First Officer’s Note: Yes, he is.
This is a pretty great episode. It was directed by LeVar Burton, who had been a main cast member on The Next Generation, and is remembered by many as the long running host of Reading Rainbow. He did especially well with the location shoots, making the narrow Soledad Canyon look like an expansive desert. Marc Alaimo as Dukat shows yet again why the writers kept bringing him back. He’s smarmy, oozy, hypocritical, but still retains a certain charm.
Though he only gets two short scenes, Roy Brocksmith does great as Kira’s old friend Razka. He was a jobbing character actor in the 80’s-90’s and if you’ve seen American tv from that era, chances are you’ve seen him in something.
The b-plot is a needed reprieve from the heavy nature of the main plot, but smartly it’s not played for broad comedy. Instead it’s more subdued, more grounded and relatable. Luckily, Kasidy sticks around and has a sweet relationship with Sisko, built on a genuine chemistry between the two actors.
Would I recommend this as your first Star Trek episode? Conventional wisdom would say no, it’s too steeped in the lore of DS9 and the relationships of these characters, it’s the start or mid point of so many character journeys. Sod that for a game of soldiers, I say. This is a great little story, and even without context for everything you can pick up what’s going on well enough to understand the emotional stakes. That’s far more important than knowing all the lore and linking plot points.
So, what’s next? Time to spin the wheel, I guess!
Oh boy, we're doing Voyager!
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Do you have more thoughts on Star Trek: Aventine? I know your pinned post is older but I’m always so enchanted by it when I visit your blog
oh! thank you! it's still my pinned post cause I love it so much.
I do have a few more ideas, like Ezri having to visit her brothers again when something she's investigating leads back to them and I wanted to really go more into a deep dive with Trill and explore Ezri eventually getting rid of symbiosis commissions laws in some areas. I know Discovery goes into it with Adira but I want Ezri to feel something about the fact that she has to keep this secret that any Trill can be joined as shown with her. also she's vocal about that time she was a murderer, hey symbiosis commission remember when you fucked that up? And talk more about the other hosts, we know a little about some of them and a bunch more about others but my god am I curious.
I def wanted to do a thing where Harry and Ezri worked their way to Captain together on Geordi's ship and thus have this camaraderie but Ezri hadn't met Seven before she was assigned to her ship and is like 'wow you're so different than Harry's stories' 'Captain Kim has a tendency to embellish', I think Ezri would set up little things with her command crew for bonding but when it comes to her and Seven it's just complaining about having different voices in your head and coming to terms with it a) suddenly being gone for Seven and b) suddenly existing for Ezri. and when it came to Seven being there it's because the Borg had shown up in the Gamma Quadrant for unknown reasons. I don't wanna make them the big bads like in TNG and VOY but I wanted some throwbacks to them, just in here and there episodes. I think if I was gonna make a big bad it'd be that Odo's talks with the Changelings created a division down them (look I'm not immune to the Geth division from Mass Effect) and now some of them are wondering why they're still not controlling what they had.
I dunno if you ever read this comics called Divided We Fall but in it Ezri has this sudden need to find Lenara after she goes missing but then the comic just...doesn't do anything with that, like Ezri finds her but there's never a conversation we get to see and the plot moves on which is why I wanted to ignore that completely and go with an episode where Ezri runs into Lenara, I just thought Lenara now going through the pain of losing a Dax twice and knowing neither that she loved can ever come back and meanwhile here's the new one in front of her is just something so interesting.
also I wanted to have anything where Molly or Naomi was the central character have a thing where it's them writing messages to Jake/the O'Briens/Kirayoshi or Samantha/Janeway. and an episode where Naomi works with Seven and makes a joke about it being just like old times and the two of them still get together for Kadis-Kot, maybe they've somehow found a technology that lets them get a message out to Neelix or Naomi has been writing all these reports to her godfather to one day share everything with him because Naomi believes in seeing her whole family again one day. meanwhile Molly's much more used to station life/earth life and is having some trouble adapting to the ship and wondering if she's cut out for it, I wanted to give her some more depth but not go full Barclay anxiety levels. It'd also be nice to have Molly get an episode where Kirayoshi is in trouble somehow and Ezri shares her wisdom when it comes to having a sibling.
Worf absolutely shows up too and Ezri is a little too gleeful he's admitting to all the changes that needed to be done on Q'onoS. 'Jadzia would not do such a vindication celebration' 'Yes she would'.
I also had a vague idea of a flashback where Ezri meets with Deanna and Deanna is the one who inspires her to make the move to join command and then she runs into Deanna again and thanks her. I'm a sucker for mentor-to-Ezri!Deanna type deal.
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Dizzy Fun - also on AO3
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Matt's decided on another one of his experiments: drunk sex. But Adam is all about safety, and insists that Matt tell him every single thing he wants him to do while drunk.
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Title from Glow by Snow Wife.
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“I think,” Matt says, with no fanfare as he walks into their locker room, “that went well.”
Adam raises an eyebrow. “Really,” he says. “You think me losing went well?”
“You didn’t lose,” Matt says, straddling his lap. “You wrestled to a draw.” He leans down and kisses Adam. “Wait until you see what me and Nick are planning tonight.”
“Yeah, that’s – less than soothing.” Adam frowns. “Hey, am I allowed to call the two of you Nick and Matt still?”
Matt nods. “Of course. You’re special. I won’t put any limits on you.” He leans in and kisses Adam’s forehead. “Also, I want you to eff me when I’m drunk.”
Adam would have been less surprised if his mustache got up and walked away. “Pardon?”
“I’ve never been drunk,” Matt muses, sliding to the side of the couch. The white suit does nothing to hide the fact that he’s already hard. It’d be cute, flattering, if it wasn’t baffling. “And I was talking to Dax, and he mentioned that drunk sex can be fun.”
“You – you were talking to Dax?” Adam pinches himself. He’s definitely awake. “Why?”
“Well, technically, I was going to fine him and Cash for littering, but I heard his sex idea and I got distracted.”
“Have I told you lately that I love you?” Adam leans in and kisses Matt’s temple. “Truly, that’s the dumbest idea you’ve ever had. I’m surprised they didn’t kill you for eavesdropping.”
“They didn’t see me,” Matt explains. “The suit made me sort of blend into the wall.”
“Okay, that’s a stretch,” Adam says with a sigh.
“Why?”
“Your spray tan is so orange you look like a tangerine,” Adam answers.
Matt’s jaw drops. “Rude.”
“Accurate.”
“You can be both.”
Adam sighs. “I think it’s easier to think that, maybe, you were not on their minds at all and didn’t realize you were there.” He resists the urge to ask Matt about this new attitude. If he does, then Matt has the opening to ask Adam about how much rage Swerve has unleashed in him, and he’s not even sure if he could answer it for himself. “You sure you want to fuck drunk? You don’t even like going near alcohol.”
Matt shrugs. “New year, new me, dumbass.” He grins.
“Don’t – don’t throw my own words back at me, you monster.” Adam flicks Matt’s ear. Matt winces and pouts. “Well, if you want to, then you’ll have to tell me exactly what you want beforehand.”
“Eff me,” Matt says, like it’s obvious. “Like usual. Maybe meaner, like that one time.”
Adam rolls his eyes. “That’s so unclear.”
“Is not!” Matt says. “So, what do you think I’d like? Tequila? Or beer. I know you like beer.”
Adam thinks about it. “Do you actually want to, like, taste the alcohol? Or is it a means to an end?”
“Means to an end,” Matt says. “I’d like to get absolutely smashed and then you wreck me.”
Sighing, Adam puts an arm around Matt and pulls him in. “You’re out of your goddamned mind, you know that?”
“You say that now,” Matt says, and Adam thinks he can hear the devious smile in the back of his tone, “wait until later tonight.”
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It’s odd. Adam’s usually the one covered in blood, if there’s any blood to be had at all. Something about the previously pristine suit now covered in bright red splotches gets to him.
“Out,” he says, yanking Matt in by the lapels, “of your fucking mind.” He keeps the kiss quick, because he’s pretty sure people are watching and he’s not super fond of putting on a different kind of show. “Let’s get you back to the hotel.”
“Okay!” Matt says. “Let me just – let’s finish Rampage.”
Adam and his boner resist the urge to tell Matt to fuck Rampage. “Alright. I’ll go get our stuff together.” He leans in, unable to resist this one part. “And you can tell me all about what you want me to do to you when you’re drunk.”
Matt’s shoulders wiggle, clearly trying to fight off a shiver. “Okay.”
Adam’s whistling as he gets backstage, and avoids bumping into anyone. He’s not sure he’ll be able to quell his boner.
He watches Matt and Nick go absolutely out of their minds on the Rampage taping. Something about the blood still on the suits, the shift from Matt’s emotional chaos to something calm but still unhinged, is intriguing.
By the time anyone else gets back to the room, Adam’s picked up and packed away all of their stuff, leaving Nick’s things neatly organized but not put away.
“You hire a maid or something,” Nick asks, frowning. “The eff happened in here?”
“Nah,” Adam replies. “Wanted to get out of here sooner rather than later.”
“Jesus,” Nick groans. “I wish I was worse at figuring out when they two of you are doing one of your experiments.”
“This one is not mine,” Adam says firmly.
“That is worse,” Nick says, lowering himself onto the couch. “You see how knowing it’s my brother’s weird sex plan is worse, right?”
“Go fuck Claudio,” Adam suggests.
Nick rolls his eyes. “Please. He’s decided to make things official with Breeze.”
“He has?” Adam asks. “Are you – are you okay?” He frowns. “Like, didn’t you two have a thing for a while.”
“I’m good,” Nick says, and he looks it. “He’s younger than I think I want.” Adam’s about to ask if that means he’s going back to Christian, but then Matt skips in. “Okay!” he says, hair still wet from his post-match shower. “Ready!”
“Leaving,” Nick says, hands in the air. “I don’t want to know.”
Matt squishes himself along Adam. “Hi.”
“Hi.” Adam adjusts the backpack on his shoulder. “You sure are eager.”
“I have things to tell you,” Matt says. He somehow leans in even closer. “Sexy things.”
“Quit being horny at work,” Adam says, laughing as they leave the room. But he should probably tell himself the same. It’s all he can do not to drag them two of them in a random closet. Adam’s on Matt the second they get to the hotel room, dropping the bags on the floor before the door’s even swung shut. He’s lucky Matt’s finally stopped with the whole flirting with maître d’s – it makes it easier to get him where he wants him.
“What do you want?” Adam asks, shoving Matt against the wall. “When you’re drunk, what do you want me to do?”
“Surprise,” Matt murmurs. He keeps leaning in to kiss Adam, but Adam tilts his head. Matt latches on, biting, and Adam laughs.
“C’mon, baby, with something like this, I gotta know all the little details.” He slides his hands down the back of Matt’s sweatpants to get a handful of his ass. “Otherwise it’s a no.”
Matt whines and pulls away. “A no?”
“You gotta tell me what you want,” Adam says. “Or, maybe better, show me.”
Matt presses his lips together and nods. “I, um.” He swallows. Adam fights back his grin – he loves making Matt verbalizes his desires, loves making sure Matt knows that’s part of the fun. It’s interesting to watch Matt struggle with this one – almost like he didn’t think quite about what it all entails.
“Well, first,” he starts off, “I want you to sort of, I don’t know, carry me in here?”
“Can do.” Adam bends and lifts Matt in his arms. “Like this?”
Matt rolls his eyes. “This is more bridal carry than fireman, but I’ll take it for now.”
“Noted.” With a grunt, Adam adjusts Matt so he’s flung over his shoulder.
“Yes, like that,” Matt says. “Then you’ll throw me onto the bed, once the door’s closed and everything."
Adam does as Matt suggests, Matt bouncing off the mattress. “Now what?”
“You, um.” Matt flames red. “I’ll be a little out of it, right?”
“Maybe,” Adam says. He actually isn’t sure how much he’ll let Matt drink – no more than three over the hour, at the absolute limit. He doesn’t want Matt to be sick. But he’ll watch it in the moment. “More like loose and silly. Maybe a little weepy. We won’t know until it happens, but I’ll be keeping an eye on you.”
Matt nods. “But, like,” and his eyes start to sparkle, “I’ll need help getting out of my clothes.” He flops like a starfish on the bed. “Maybe the buttons are too hard for me.”
“Oh, you want me to undress you,” Adam says. “I can do that.” He locks eyes with Matt and takes his time. Matt’s not wearing anything with buttons – just a tee shirt and sweats, but he takes his time untying the drawstring, shuffling the pants down, pulling the shirt over Matt’s head. “And your boxers?”
“I don’t want to wear any.”
“Okay, that’s mean,” Adam says, sighing. “You – you’re wearing them now, but you ruined the surprise for the night we do it? Mean.”
“Maybe it was time we flipped the script.” Matt looks pleased with himself, almost haughty. “Boxers off, please.”
Adam does what he’s asked. “Jesus, you’re already ready to go.”
“Shut up,” Matt says, flaming pink. “You would be, too.”
Adam leans back on his knees on the bed. “Now what would you like.”
“Well,” Matt says. “Eff me. Obviously.”
Adam grins, shoving his pants down his hips. He pulls his shirt off over his head as he steps out of his jeans. “Obviously, huh.”
“May – maybe with me on my back?” Matt stretches out on the bed, arms over his head. “Legs up around your shoulders?”
“We could make that happen.” Adam steps over to Matt’s bedside table.
“I got it,” Matt says, eager. He pulls the drawer open and slams it closed before Adam can even see what he grabbed. “I’ll want it fast, so you should get me ready all fast, too.” He sits up and shoves the bottle of lube into Adam’s hand.
“You always want it fast,” Adam says, tsking. “How?”
“This part maybe…” He trails off and rolls over, pushing his ass in the air. “Like this.”
Adam slides a slide finger between Matt’s cheeks. He moans. “Oh, okay. I like that. Can – can you – maybe…” He cuts off with a gasp as Adam traces his rim.
“C’mon,” Adam encourages. “What?”
“Smack my – my ass,” Matt says. “Handprint?”
Adam pulls back and smacks Matt hard enough to rock him forward on his knees.
“Just like that,” Matt murmurs. He throws a grin over his shoulder, and it’s almost cute enough to forget about the godforsaken facial hair. “Come on.”
Adam gives in, working one and then two fingers in Matt. “Like this?” he asks, with another light slap.
“I think this is exactly what I’ll want,” Matt breathes. “But – now. Eff me now.”
“You sure?” Adam asks teasing a third finger. “You’re ready?” The next slap sounds almost as loud as Matt’s moan.
“Yes, I am,” Matt says. When Adam pulls his fingers free, Matt flips on his back and lifts his hips. “Let’s go, big man.”
Adam reacts to that more intensely than he’d expected and he’s lined up to slide home before he knows it. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Matt breathes. “Just like this, when I’m drunk. And no, I don’t want a condom.”
“Noted,” Adam says, and he pushes in. He breathes with it. “God, you always feel so good,” he mumbles, circling his hips. Matt’s legs are around his ribs, not his shoulders, but the angle is working so he isn’t going to change it. Matt’s hands are braced on the bed, balanced on his shoulders.
“Your balance is ridiculous,” Adam mentioned.
“Okay, workout routine compliments, not sexy for when we have drunk sex,” Matt says.
“You also probably won’t be able to make that,” Adam nods at the shoulder lift, “happen if you’re trashed.” Matt pouts. “What? You want it to be realistic, right? And I want to make sure I know exactly what you want.”
Matt sighs and relaxes a little, then rolls his eyes back. “Oh, my god.”
“What?”
“Good – good angle, keep doing that.”
Adam’s not one to deny Matt the last brownie, let alone this.
“Like this,” Matt says. “Go. Go wild on me.”
Adam thinks he does his best, but Matt’s face isn’t as screwed up as it can be.
“C’mon,” Matt begs. “I want it harder. I’ll want you to make it hard for me to walk in the morning.” He moans when Adam snaps his lips. “I’ll – I’ll want you to do whatever you want to me, I always do.”
Adam’s brain spins. “Yeah?”
“All the time,” Matt breathes. “Do you want me all the time?” His pupils are massive, eclipsing any of the dark doe brown Adam feel in love with so many years ago.
“Always,” Adam says, voice low. And it’s true. “I always want you, Matt.”
“You do?” Matt asks, mewling when Adam hikes his legs up a little higher, dropping his calves on Adam’s shoulders. “You want me?”
“I want you,” Adam promises. “Sometimes I see you out there in the ring and I want – I want to stomp out there and fuck you, just like this, while the cameras roll.” He rolls his hips, frantic, insistent.
“You should.” Matt’s hands are twisted in the sheets, eyes screwed shut. “Wednesday, you should.”
“Yeah?” Adam says. “We’d get arrested.”
“Worth it,” Matt laughs. Adam wants to burn that smile in the back of his eyelids. “I’d let you do anything to me.” He opens his eyes, and his smile turns sweet. “I know you’d take care of me.”
“Fucking Christ, Matty,” Adam shoves himself so deeply inside of Matt he thinks they may never disconnect. He comes harder than he possibly has in his life, falling forward and nearly collapsing on Matt. “Fuck,” he whines. “Hold on.”
He takes three deep breathes, trying to get his gravity back centered to the earth instead of to Matt. “Don’t worry, baby,” he sighs, “I’ll do anything you want. After I fuck you, if I come first what do you want me to do?”
“Oh my god,” Matt breathes. “I – put your mouth on me. L-lick me out.” He whimpers.
“Oh your knees, baby,” Adam says. Matt’s dick is heavy and red as he flips over. “I’ll clean you up so good.”
Matt’s thighs are shaking. “Please. Just – just like you will when I’m drunk.”
Adam dives in, licking up his own mess from Matt. Matt immediately yells. “Good yell?” Adam asks, freezing.
“I’m not gonna last,” Matt moans. “I’m – you’re not going to be able to – Adam, please.”
“Any time you beg,” Adam says, reaching his hand under Matt and wrapping it around Matt, “I can’t say no to you.”
Matt sobs as he comes, Adam having done almost nothing to get him there, and Adam takes pity on him. He gets up on the bed and pulls Matt against him, feeling Matt slump against him as his hips work weakly through the last spurts of come.
“I think,” Matt whimpers, “that might be – the…” He trails off and drops his head back against Adam’s chest. It’s almost enough to knock Adam over, but he forces himself to stay upright. For both of them. “I can’t wait to do that drunk.”
“Yeah?” Adam says. He presses a kiss to Matt’s temple. “You had fun?”
“Adam,” Matt says. “That was amazing.” A little floppy, he turns around to throw those eyes in Adam’s direction. “I can’t – that was so good.” He beams, like Adam’s given him the best fuck of his life. “I can’t believe I get to have you all the time.”
“How are you just now realizing this?” Adam shifts them so they can fall down on the bed together. Adam’s sure to gently shift his hips “We live together now. Of course all the time.”
Matt rolls over and pulls him in. “Yeah, but it’s real,” Matt mumbles. Adam’s sure he added something else, but it’s muffled.
“Come again?”
“Love you,” Matt says into Adam’s chest. But Adam’s pretty sure he’d said something else.
~
All the time, Adam realizes, may have been a bit of a misnomer. The next days are incredibly busy, with the Bucks continuing their batshit crazy tirades and Adam struggling to keep his head on straight during his path to Revolution.
It’s a Saturday afternoon, after the Bucks fined Tony on Rampage, when Adam’s sure he’s recovered from a mildly twisted ankle, that Matt comes in from the garage gym with a smile on his face.
“You look happy,” Adam says, setting his book down. “You never look happy after a leg day.”
“Can I get drunk tonight?”
Adam blinks. “Like. Drunk fucking, drunk?”
Matt nods. “I think it’s time. We’ve had a rough week, what with the fining people and everything.” He crawls onto the bed, still sweaty, and straddles Adam’s hips through the sheets.
“You’re gross,” Adam says. “Not because of the fucking thing, but because you’re covered in sweat and I just washed the duvet.”
“Not the worst thing we’ve gotten on here.” Matt winks and leans in, kissing Adam. “Your hair’s a mess.”
“So is yours!” Adam pokes him in the chest. Firm. “I could have still be napping. I can’t believe you walked in here so loud when I could have been napping.”
“You were sitting up and the light was on.” Matt swings his legs to the side and shoves his pants down his legs. Adam immediately forgets any complaint that had been on his mind. “Plus, I have a feeling you’re not complaining right now.”
Adam sighs and marks his book, putting it down to the side. “Get in the shower,” he says. He gets out of bed and throws his clothes to the ground. “Now I’m forced to blow you.”
Matt grins up at him. “I can play you like a fiddle.”
“Fuck off and let me blow you like a flute.”
“Okay!”
~
Matt’s looking impossibly good when they get to the bar. With both of their hair up and back, and Matt’s stupid goatee, it’s reasonable to assume that they’re close to anonymous in the dark light. It’s not Adam’s favorite place, a dive bar with low lighting and conversation the more dominant sound over the music, but instead a dance club with top forty cranking out the speakers. He used to come here a lot.
“I’m going to need a drink if I’m going to handle this much…people,” Matt says, wrinkling his nose. He’s yelling to be heard over the music. “I’ve been googling.”
“Googling what?” Adam asks. Matt grabs his hand and yanks him through the throng of people, stopping them at the bar. It’s not necessarily a gay bar, but the bartender gets one look at Matt and grins.
“What’ll you have, gorgeous?” he asks, grinning.
“An Adios Motherfucker, please.” He looks over at Adam. “And a Dos Equis, as well.”
Adam blinks. “The fuck did you just say?”
Matt’s still looking at the bartender, who nods.
“You got it.” He winks.
Adam yanks Matt back, just for a second, so his back lines up against Adam’s chest. “Quit flirting with those booboo eyes,” he murmurs into Matt’s ear.
“It’s getting me my drink sooner,” Matt says, rolling his ass back against Adam’s crotch. It isn’t not working. “Sooner I’m drunk, the sooner you get to fuck me.”
Adam sighs. “I just blew you, like, three hours ago.” He kisses the side of Matt’s head. “How are you already this horny?”
Matt swivels his hips. “Seems like I’m not the only one.” He throws a grin over his shoulder as he steps forward and leans against the bar. At least Adam gets a good look at his favorite ass in the world.
He must have been staring for a minute, because he snaps it out of it as Matt gives the beer to Adam. “Are you complaining?”
“Not even a little bit,” Adam says. He takes a sip. He wants to make this one last – he doesn’t want to miss a minute of this night. Especially if Matt goes overboard.
And Matt does. Not necessarily with the drinking, but he throws out some dance moves that would be embarrassing if he was sober. The neon blue drink is drained slowly but surely, and Matt’s done before Adam’s even gotten halfway through his own.
“I want another,” Matt says, when the drink is done. He’s grinding up against Adam to some pop song Adam doesn’t know, and he doesn’t care. All Adam can focus on is the feel of Matt against him. His beer got set down a while ago, forgotten and half-drunk in some corner.
The song ends and blends into something else high energy, and Matt turns around. His eyes are sparkling, face pink. “I,” Matt says, glowing with the alcohol flush, “think you’re really hot.”
“I know that,” Adam says, grinning. “You tell me a lot.”
“But, like,” Matt says, swaying. He flops into Adam’s chest. “It’s not fair. You got…” He grabs Adam’s shoulders. “There’s so much of you. And your arms? And these?” He pokes at Adam’s pecs. “I should fuck them again. That was fun.”
“Drunk Matt swears,” Adam chuckles. “Good to know.”
“I swear!” Matt argues. “I swear, like, all the time, with you.”
“Only when you’re real far gone,” Adam replies.
“I think I’m kind of far gone right now,” Matt says.
“Yeah?” Adam asks. He tucks a lock of hair behind Matt’s ear. “You ready to go?”
Matt’s face turns into an exaggerated version of his most thoughtful expression. “Not quite,” he decides. “I want another one. Another alcohol, I mean.”
“Another – another alcohol?” Adam asks. “You mean another drink.”
“Right!” Matt says. “Another one of those adios motherfucker things.”
“No,” Adam says firmly. “I looked up the ingredients of that thing. We’re not giving you a second of those death traps. Something lighter.”
“It actually tasted like blue,” Matt muses as they shuffle back to the bar. “I never quite understood what people meant when they said that, but it really did just taste blue.”
“Yeah, it also tastes like everybody’s worst decision they’ve ever made,” Adam mumbles. He turns to the bartender. “Jack and Coke, heavy on the Coke, please.”
Matt giggles behind him.
“What?”
“Jack and Coke, but I mixed it up in my head and said joke and cock.”
“You’re a disaster.”
Matt beams at him. “I love you, too.”
Adam watches him as he sips the drink, bopping gently to the music. “Do you want to dance some more?” he asks. “I mean, we’re at a dance bar. Might as well really get into it.”
Matt’s eyes light up. “Yes!” he says. “You never want to dance. You’re dancing so much tonight.”
“I’m never in this kinda situation.” The two of them make their way to the dance floor and Matt immediately clings to Adam, a leg between Adam’s. “Damn, you’re handsy.”
“I’m not handsy,” Matt says. “I’m legsy.” He pushes his thigh up. Adam almost chokes at the friction.
“Christ, baby, we’re in public.” He leans in and kisses Matt’s forehead. “Fuck. I love you.”
Matt beams at him, eyes growing shiny. “You really do, don’t you.” He sighs. “I can’t believe you love me.”
“You should,” Adam says, yanking Matt closer. He takes the drink from Matt’s hand. He’s had enough. “You’re, like, my favorite person.”
Matt makes a weird little hiccup. “I am?”
“Course,” Adam says. “Are you crying?”
“No,” Matt says, hardly audible over the pounding music. He rubs at his eyes. “You should take me home and have sex with – with me now.” He buries his face in Adam’s chest.
“Holy shit,” Adam says. He rubs Matt’s back, fighting a laugh. “You are crying.”
“Am not!” Matt wails. “I’m fine! I want you to do whatever – whatever you want.” He looks up. “I love you so much,” he says. “I wanna keep you. Forever.”
“Okay, we’re going home,” Adam says. “C’mon. Let me close the tab.”
“Okay,” Matt says, beaming through tears. “And then you’re gonna go bananas on me?”
“Sure, baby,” Adam says, but he’s pretty sure the night holds other plans.
Matt’s humming something under his breath as they drive home, head on Adam’s shoulder. Adam’s forced to make the small talk with the Lyft driver while Matt sings, rambling about some football game a few weeks back he can barely remember. They’re lucky the club was only a few minutes from their home – Matt very slowly crawls his hand up Adam’s thigh.
“Thanks, Alex,” he says, waving to the Lyft driver. He puts in the rating and tip as Alex drives away, feeling Matt’s hands crawl up the back of his shirt.
“Okay, what are you doing?” Adam chuckles. He turns to catch Matt’s hands before they dip down into his jeans. “You’re really handsy.”
“I’m really horny,” Matt says, throwing baby cow eyes. “You should fuck me.”
Adam sighs, pulling Matt in, hands on Matt’s hips. His shirt is so thin it barely counts as a barrier.
Matt’s humming kicks up again.
“Okay, what are you singing?”
“’Cause every time we touch I feel the static,” Matt warbles. A man of many talents, his love, but singing is not one of them. “And every time I – touch you swear I can fly.”
“Those are not the correct lyrics,” Adam says firmly.
“Don’t care,” Matt says. He’s walking all weird, like he’s trying to walk a straight line but failing. “I think I’m drunk, Adam.”
“Astute observation,” Adam says, and Matt doesn’t get a chance to retort before he falls backward. “Graceful.”
“My butt’s broken,” Matt says, draping himself over the front porch steps. “And not in the fun way.”
“Get up,” Adam laughs.
“Wait! I was singing to you,” Matt says. He clears his throat and begins belting what is someone an even worse rendition of My Heart Will Go On than anything Adam’s heard.
“Oh, my god,” Adam says, shoving Matt into the house. “We’re not that far isolated, you lunatic. My neighbors are gonna call the cops.”
Matt is too busy falling over taking off his shoes to respond. “Jesus – help?” he pleads to Adam.
“I got you,” Adam says. He kisses Matt’s forehead before lifting him in a bridal carry. “How’s this?”
“I wanted the fireman,” Matt says, pouting.”
“If I did that, you might throw up,” Adam deadpans.
“Good point.” Matt flings his arms around Adam’s neck. “Speaking of bridal carries, remind me to say something later.”
“Say what?” Adam asks. He walks them into the bedroom and rests Matt on the bed. Matt flops like Gumby.
“Keep you,” Matt says. “Got a – I am not supposed to say, it’s a surprise.” He stops talking and his eyes fill again, beaming at Adam. “You know I love you, right?”
It takes Adam a few seconds to process. “A surprise?”
“Yeah,” Matt mumbles, fumbling with the buttons on his shirt. “Buttons are confusing.”
“Surprise?” Adam asks, his heart racing. “What kind of surprise?”
Matt waves him off. “I have issues even when I’m sober. I shouldn’t be allowed to use buttons.” He beams up at Adam. “I love you forever.”
Adam debates whether or not to push. The part of him that needs to know everything wants to get an answer, to know so he can do it first if Matt really is thinking of proposing. The more rational side of him is telling him to shut up and leave it alone.
“Adam,” Matt whines. “Help me get naked. My limbs aren’t working.”
“Yeah, you’re going to sleep,” Adam says. “Come here.”
“Want you to rail me.” Matt’s whining even harder now. “Please?” He tries to level Adam with boo boo eyes, but he’s hit the stage Adam is all too familiar with. His eyes are fighting to stay open. “I –” He interrupts himself with yawn. “Oh. I want to have sex. Right now.”
“You’re going to fall asleep in the next few minutes,” Adam assures him. “Stay right there. I’m going to get you some water. Some of that coconut water you like.”
“I like coconut water,” Matt says. He hasn’t moved from where he’s sprawled on the bed. “You should give me coconut water and then we get naked.”
“Sure,” Adam says. “So I can tuck you into bed.”
Matt’s harruph is adorably limp as Adam gets to the kitchen. He grabs the best options to keep Matt from a hangover in the morning, unwilling to deal with someone else’s vomit if it’s going to be as blue as Matt’s, and comes back into the bedroom.
“’m still wake,” Matt mumbles.
“Drink some water,” Adam says firmly.
Matt grins at him. “Make me.”
“Don’t threaten me with taking care of you,” Adam scoffs. He gets behind Matt and props him up. “I know you’re faking these noodle arms. Come on, take a sip.”
Matt’s sigh is dramatic as anything as he slumps against Adam’s chest and sips. “Water’s good,” he says. “Like you.”
“Thanks, babe.”
Matt finishes the glass of water and then curls up in Adam’s lap. “Okay,” he mumbles. “I think I’m tired.”
“No shit, Sherlock.” Adam leans down and presses a kiss to the top of Matt’s head. “I’ll grab you some sweats.”
“Don’t need ‘em,” Matt slurs. “Bedtime.” He shucks off his jeans and chucks them in the corner, snuggling his boxered self under the covers. He looks up at Adam with sleepy eyes and a smile. “Kiss?”
“Course, baby.” It’s less than Matt had been hoping for that night, but he sighs into it anyway. “Goodnight.”
“Come to bed soon,” Matt mumbles, but he splays out and starts snoring almost before Adam can get the blanket up around his shoulders.
~
“That was the worst idea of my life.”
Adam yawns and turns over. “What time is it?” he mumbles. “It’s still dark out.”
“Four thirty,” Matt says, “but my head hurts and my mouth tastes horrible.” When he turns on the light, Adam has to blink a few times to really see the pinched expression. “Fix it.”
“Fix it?” Adam interrupts his laughter with a yawn. “Baby, you literally asked for this.”
“I asked you to eff me stupid while I was drunk,” Matt says, kicking at Adam’s shin under the blankets. “Not feed me radioactive slime that gives me rancid heartburn.”
“That’s on you,” Adam counters. “You insisted on the drink that would mess you up the most and the bartender listened to you.” He gently yanks some hair from over Matt’s shoulder. “Take a shower. You’ll feel better.” He nods over to the bedside table. “And take those Tums.”
“I want to sleep,” Matt whines.
“Nobody’s stopping you,” Adam says. He slides back into bed, getting comfortable. “If you’re gonna puke, make sure to drink water after. Love you.”
He hears Matt sigh. “You really do, don’t you.”
Adam grins and fumbles with the handle of his bedside drawer.
But then Matt turns out the light, and Adam decides it can wait, knowing Matt’s planning something, too.
~
Mini Playlist:
Do Me - Kim Petras
GLOW - Snow Wife
TikTok - Ke$ha
Why Don't We Get Drunk - Jimmy Buffett
Disclaimer from me and also the Sara from February of 2020: Don't drink an Adios Motherfucker if you want to maintain any dignity. Ever.m
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DS9 4x10 Homefront and 4x11 Paradise Lost thoughts (I’m re-watching, so beware spoilers for future episodes!)
[2 July '23]
"Dax is the most humanoid person I know." XD
The Siskos' relationship is so important to me :3
Not vegetables wait takes hee hee
Miles' and Julian's attempted London accents XD Miles' is better than Julian's though which is hilarious given Julian's dad had that accent
Quark was a ship's cook once? interesting
Quark's "Humans. All you care about is yourselves." is kind of true though - yes, Ferengi values are different, but that doesn't mean Quark's feelings weren't similar
Anyone I can look up for you "Uh no.. No." That's the perfect response, given what we learn about Julian's family later on.
"I don't believe in luck... but I appreciate the sentiment." Odo <3 That's quite sweet
I love the Klingon beliefs - killing their pwn gods is the most Klingon thing
Acting head of security! :O Is Layton a changeling?; Who wants to get Sisko off DS9? I cannot rememner!
"When are you gonna stop growing?" Not yet, Joseph, Jake's still shooting up!
"Nathan, the usual." This is so cute that Nog is already part of the extended family <3
"They call it the academy but what it really is is school." Nog!!! You knew this?!!!
"I am a good guy to be around, aren't I?" Jake and Nog are the cutest friendship, I love how easily he restored Nog's confidence <3
Nog just being like "I can just ask Captain Sisko for a favour, why not?" - he's really good at going after what he wants unapologetically.
The fact Sisko just tenderly kisses his dad is very sweet, I love how gentle all the Sisko men are
"I had a talk with your doctor." That's a violation of doctor-patient confidentiality, surely?
"They don't all share Odo's lack of skill when it comes to mimicking humans." Ouch
"This business has got you so twisted around you can't think straight." Well, yes... shapeshifters are tricky.
"If I was a smart shape-shifter, a really good one, the first thing I would do would be to grab some poor soul off the street, absorb every ounce of his blood, and let it out on cue whenever someone like you tried to test me." Joseph is serving the real facts - this has already, presumably, been done by the Martok-changeling.
"It's like he's carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders." "He is." Jake knows what's up, bless him.
4x11 Paradise Lost
"I'd hate to see the members of Red Squad get into any trouble." Sisko can just be so cool under pressure.
"I'm not lying to you, sir." This cadet has balls - it cannot be easy to stick to your guns when Sisko's laying into you like that!
It's weird seeing a changeling so open about what they are, taking the form of O'Brien just because they can, but not actually pretending to be him.
Hah, Sisko has the same laugh as Jake! "And dated her for three years" haha
"I never knew it was so easy to break into classified Starfleet files." "Everything I know I learnt from Quark." I'm.. really not sure what to make of that admission. Makes sense though - Quark's presumably been doing it for far longer than Odo? Hmmmm
How did they change Sisko's blood for a changeling's?! Is Benteen a shapeshifter?
Uggh, Sisko, why tell Layton your plan? That's always a bad idea! Unless you're recording this to use against him?
"They've been told everyone on the Defiant has been replaced by shape-shifters." - You're willing to risk the lives of so many Starfleet officers, Layton?! That's when you know you're the bad guy!!
"I only wish I'd taught you more about the importance of loyalty." "You want to talk to me about loyalty? After you broke your oath with the Federation, lied to the people of Earth, ordered one of our own starships to fire on another! You don't have the right." Sisko!!! ❤️
"I hope you're not the one making the mistake." For once, I agree with Layton - God, I hope you're not the one making the mistake here, Sisko. I don't like Layton... but he was fighting so hard for earth in his own way, he's so sure this will end badly. I just don't know.
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In so glad you do Male reader!
Could you do a Male reader x MJF were stockley has been trying to recruit the reader in his faction for weeks but he always turns him down, but at all out MJF returns and offers him the card, since he dosnt know its Max (cause of the mask) he still refused but then he whispers something to him and he relised its Max and they like leave together and it's all fluffy :DD
MJF x Male Reader
Main Masterlist ♡ AEW Masterlist ♡ MJF Masterlist
Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.
Warnings: Some swearing.
Gifs & Photos do not belong to me.
I hope you like it
Summary: Stokely Hathaway is trying to recruit M/Reader for to his faction for weeks. The reader turns down the offer multiple times. But that may change during the events of All Out.
David - Dax Harwood ☆ Daniel - Cash Wheeler
YN'S POV:
I heard him calling my name and the sounds of his footsteps getting faster to catch up to me.
"Hey, hey slow down. I just want to talk YN." I can imagine him throwing his arms up in the air, frustrated that I refuse to stop and listen to him ask me once more if want to join his faction.
I have turned him down over and over again trying to be nice about it, but he hasn't given up yet and I am about to lose my cool.
The man just won't give up but I was raised better than this, so I slowed down until I came to a complete stop and I waited.
"YN, YN, YN, just the man I am looking for. Look, I don't want to repeat myself but I feel like I have too. I think," I listened to the same speech once more.
How I would be such a good fit The Firm. How I am just the missing piece and that I would really bring the group together.
"Thank you Stokely, but I once again must decline. I believe I am better on my own."
"You are making a mistake YN." He said to me.
"No, I don't think I am. It has seemed to work well for me this far."
"Just think on it." He called out to me as I walked away from him, knowing I may have three days tops until he asks me once more.
~
He didn't even wait a day and a half before he was bothering me once more about joining.
"You think he will ever get the hint?" David asked me as we were getting prepared for tonights show.
"I don't think he will. He hasn't given up and I am sure he isn't one to ever give up." I told him.
Daniel decided to change the subject. "Has anyone heard from Max? I tried calling him the other day, but it just rang until it went to voicemail."
"Nope. I tried texting him but he hasn't responded. I mean that is pretty normal of him. It takes awhile for him to get back to people." David said, then he turned to face me.
I cleared my throat and I told them I haven't, while trying to keep my composure. Max and I have always gotten along and he was one of my first friends here at AEW.
But sadly as time went on, I began to fall for him. What you see is not the Max I know and grown to love.
He used to stay by my side through everything. Every hateful comment thrown our way, every injury, he was there...and one day he was gone.
He didn't show up to certain events. He didn't show up to matched and appearances. Max also just stopped returning my calls and messages.
It hurt then and it hurts now. We spent every damn day together for the past couple of years and now it has been months.
Max hasn't been posting on any forms of his social media, but then one day David came in and said that Max talked to him the night before and he was doing well. That he just needed to think some things through.
I was relieved and hurt at the same time. Relieved that he finally reached out to someone to let us know how he is doing.
But the hurt I felt when he didn't contact me made me realise that maybe our friendship was more one sided. That I cared for him more than he will ever care about me.
~
I am already in the ring when I saw the mystery man come sauntering down the ramp.
I have no idea who the hell it is, but the way how they are walking makes it seem like I know them.
When I watched him get into the ring, I am trying to picture where those moves came from. I feel like I have seen them time and time again.
I listened to Stokely talk once more and he was making my head hurt. I watched as Stokely reached into his pocket and pulled out his business card once more to hand it to me.
But the man in the mask leaned down and said something to Stokely. The crowd and I watched with curiosity as Stokely handed the man the business card.
The man took a few steps towards me and held out the card for me to take. I shook my head no. "No and this is the final time I am saying this. I will not join The Firm. Not now. Not ever."
The man tilted his head to side just a bit and I have a feeling he is looking me up and down.
I stood there as leaned in real close to whisper in my ear, "Salt of the Earth baby." That voice....no it couldn't be.
The crowd and I gasped when he pulled off his mask. I almost pulled him into a hug because I have missed him so damn much, but I didn't.
I got out of the ring and walked up the ramp to leave to let Max have his moment. To actually hear the chants and cheers for him. I knew he would love that.
~
I went and got changed and waited for Max to show his face. He took longer than I expected and I almost left.
"Not gonna leave are you?" Said Max from behind me.
"No, unlike you I actually wait for people or I would give them a call." I didn't turn around to look at him.
"I know you wouldn't do that." His voice was getting closer.
"One message was all I needed Max...to let me know if you were okay."
"I asked David," I cut him off by turning around to face him. My finger poking his chest.
"David? Yeah but I have been calling and leaving you voicemails. Messages. Trying to get ahold of you. I was worried! I thought our friendship was better than this." I was getting angry.
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"YN, I had more than just work to think about. Also I was fighting my own feelings for someone who I thought would never like me."
"Max, when you are ready to act like a grown up, you know my number." I tried to walk past him, but he grabbed me by my arm, and I collided with his chest.
I was going to say something when his lips crashed into mine. His hands cupped my face and held me there.
I was to stunned to respond and he was about to pull away, but I deepened the kiss once I realised what he was doing.
The kiss ended much too soon for me. "Max, I." He gave me another kiss this time, but it was more gentle.
"Let us talk about this over dinner." He said to me as he grabbed my hand.
"Dinner?"
"Yeah, dinner. I have ruined many relationships in the past, but I am not going to lose you YN LN. Now grab your things and let's go."
I did as he asked and I followed him to his car. Having no idea where he was taking me for dinner this late, but damn, I am not going to question him at all.
He got in the drivers seat and started the car and we were on our way, but as he was driving, he reached for my hand and held it in his, running his thumb over the knuckles.
I have no idea where tonight will go, but I am glad he has come back to AEW and to me.
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at this point I feel almost contractually obligated to prompt someone offering to toss MJF's salad for him. (I feel like Cody would be sufficiently bitchy about it.)
i feel like you are both absolutely right and that cody would have accidentally done it in a very public way, because i love the idea of him tweeting “where are you, i'll come toss your salad for you, stop throwing a tantrum about it”
under a cut for length, talk about tossing salad (nothing explicit) and the precursor to phone sex
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He’s in the shower when the notification comes through, which means he doesn’t see it until about twenty minutes later.
By that point, Cody’s original, incredibly suspect tweet tagging him has long since been deleted, but the evidence remains in the form of screenshots, and a number of replies also tagging him, blowing up his notifications in an even more annoying way than usual.
Most of them he’s happy to ignore; doesn’t care about the opinions of IWC smarks with nothing better to do than smash their cheeto dust-stained fingers against a keyboard or a phone screen, and he’s happy to stay far, far away from the accounts that are already using it as... shudder, fanfiction fodder.
But then there are the responses from the people he works with on a weekly basis, which are somehow even worse than the fanfiction.
Five sobbing emojis coupled with a doe-eyed pleading one from Caster. Some awful gif of someone in a gimp mask eating a taco from Punk, which is frankly ridiculous given the stories he’s heard about what Punk’s used his mouth for.
Even the Pinnacle aren’t above making fun at his expense, which he thinks maybe is the price paid for the clear lack of leadership ever since they abandoned him. Dax, Cash, and... ugh, even Wardlow all making their own witty remarks about it.
Well.
Not all of them.
Spears, ever loyal, has replied to a screenshot of Cody’s tweet with a helpfully misguided “who wouldn’t?”, but that’s just invited its own secondary chain reaction of responses, including one from Caster saying something truly filthy that he’s not even sure is physically possible, and Punk replying with the same fucking gimp gif.
It’s about that point that he decides to open his direct messages, because clearly his Twitter feed is going to be a wasteland for the next month, thanks so much for that, Cody. Time to talk to the source of all of this.
Are you seriously going to tell me you didn’t know what tossing salad means???
Almost immediately he sees the three dots indicating a response.
Are you going to tell me that wasn’t some desperate plea for someone to toss your salad for you?
He almost throws his phone across the room when the message comes through. He hadn’t—expected him to double down on it. Has to reread the message twice to try and whether or not they’re talking about the same thing.
Hates the weird, shocky burst of arousal that comes from imagining Cody eating ass, eating his ass specifically, wonders if this makes him just as bad as the other disgusting perverts he has the misfortune to work with.
You’re too late anyway, I did it myself
Didn’t think you were that flexible, Max
Fucking— alright. That answers that question. Raises a whole bunch more, but still. He closes the stupid bird app. Navigates to the few actual numbers that have the honour of being saved in his phone. Unwinds the towel around his waist and lets it drop to the floor. Sits down on the edge of his bed, gets a hand on his dick.
Makes a call.
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Can I request getting into a serious argument with Ethan Page? That's almost ending the relationship, but him and reader make it work out in the end?
If you don't want to write it for Ethan, you can choose whoever really. I just need the drama.
Love you!
One Love you Sweet Tits
Two Oh my god, I am so surprised, basically stunned that you requested an angst idea. I legit had no idea.
Have I told you lately that you are the bestest! I am so nervous about this one….
I meet Ethan Page at a comic/retro Toy Store when we were both only 22 years old. He was spending his 1st professional wrestling pay check on a vintage green power ranger action figure and I was picking out a birthday gift for my brother. We became fast friends, both too shy too admit we wanted more. It wasn’t until his 25th birthday where I kissed him after my second glass of wine. And we have been happily together ever since.
I guess I should say were happy together, I still love Ethan and I know he loves me. Things have been off lately and not getting better. He’s been distracted, distracted with wrestling, his vlogs, his patreon, and his social media. And I feel like he is slowly fading me out, but I thought it was all in my head. My 30th birthday is only a couple of days away and Ethan will be home. MY Ethan who still loves birthday and always goes all out for me. Even when I was still in school and Ethan was driving all over in the independents making pennies he still made it special.
The day of my birthday, he slept in and when he woke up told me he was going to film for a toy hunt. I bite my lip and told him I would see him soon. It’s a surprise party, I thought to myself, he remembered months ago me telling him I never had a surprise birthday. Hours past, but I kept myself busy. Curling my hair, perfecting my outfit, and working on my makeup.
Than I got a text. “Going to lunch and heading to the gym with the boys. Bring you home dinner tonight.” He was really trying to get me over. so I waited even longer with my book. At 530 Ethan walked in with five guys. He gave me a kiss and went to take a shower. It threw me off. But maybe the party was after dinner more of a drink and desert affair. Ethan came down from his shower in his sweats and beat up T-shirt. “Want to binge watch a show?”
I couldn’t reply back. Could Ethan really have forgotten my birthday. I remember nodding and him putting something on the tv, but for the life of me I couldn’t tell you what is was. I just remember watching the clock on my phone, rereading happy birthday texts from friends and family, and finally watching Ethan fall asleep.
12:01am it was official Ethan had forgotten my birthday. I didn’t know what to do. I was confused, angry , but I mostly felt like my heart was pulled out of me. I stood up, walked to the bedroom , and just started throwing clothes, Toiletries, and my phone charger in my suitcase. I gave Ethan one last look hoping he would wake up and it was just a terrible joke. He didn’t and It wasn’t, so I picked up my handbag and keys.
There was only one place I could go. I called you and you picked up on the second ring. I had to pull over because I was crying so hard, but you put two and two together. I pulled into your driveway, the front porch and living room light was on. You had the door open for me and I fell into you sobbing. At some point Cash woke up confused and concerned, he asked “Should I call Dax?”
The next day I couldn’t eat and wouldn’t talk. I heard you on the phone with Ethan. You coldly told him “Check the date asshole,” before hanging up on him.
He kept trying to call and message me. I blocked him. Ethan showed up at your house. You went out there and gave him hell for me since I still couldn’t stop crying.
A week past Cash would never say anything but he wanted his home back. Plus I needed to get my life back in order. I waited until Wednesday and moved the rest of my stuff out. By Friday I found a studio apartment, it wasn’t perfect but it would work.
I knew I needed to speak to Ethan though, I had to face him and end this the right way.
I had him meet me at a park in between my old home and the new place. Ethan looked absolutely destroyed and it broke my heart. I wanted to hate him, I wanted to laugh at his pain. But I couldn’t. I still loved him.
When we made eye contact, I watched as Ethan folded in half, tears were streaming down his face. “I’m so sorry.” He kept repeating those three words each time was like a stab in my stomach. I wanted to tell him it was okay, I forgive you. But I didn’t because I didn’t.
“What can I do?” Ethan was pleading with me. Gone was the happy, toy collecting, confident man.
I took a shaky breath. “You forget my birthday Ethan. I don’t even know if I can forgive you or that any of this is fixable.”
He takes my hands and holds onto them. “I will delete all the vlogs and social medias. Cancel the patreon.” Ethan’s dark brown eyes are filled with tears. “I will quit wrestling if you want me too. Find a 9to5 job.” I can feel his hands trembling. “Please, please give me another chance. I don’t have anything without you.”
I let go of Ethan’s hand. “I would never have you quit wrestling or give up on your dreams. But What you did destroyed me Ethan. We can’t go back.”
Could I move on and never see him again? Yes. I could survive, but my heart would never heal. “But we can try to move forward together.”
It’s looks like Ethan wants to kiss me, but everything is still raw. So Instead he wraps me in a hug and whispers in my ear how sorry he is and how I won’t regret this. And I know deep down that I won’t.
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It'll take me a while to make each one, but regarding my post about my fanfictions, I thought I'd make another one to give y'all a preview of what each fanfic will be about. 👀
So, if you don't know what my fanfics are like, I like to create a lot of "pxrn with plot" ones because I generally like to write non-sexual stories. Having something I'm familiar with, and then writing the sex scene afterwards, is something I feel comfortable doing.
That's what these fanfictions are going to be. If you don't mind some non-sexual events, then you may like what I make.
And these fanfics are also more centered around the online protagonist, not the reader. When planning on making these fanfics, I thought, "Hmm. What if the online character found him/herself in sexual situations with NPC characters?" That's why I went with the protagonist as one of the main characters in these. 😏
Anyway, I know I'm rambling. Sorry. 🙃
Lamar/Female Protagonist: This one I had already written... and kinda forgotten about, as well as the one I wrote with Dax. In my last post about my fanfics, I said I was going to post ones with Pavel and El Rubio first, but they may come after these two fanfics, so I'm sorry for that. 😅 But anyway, Lamar meets up with the female protagonist and shows her around the city. Then, he makes a deal with her where if he wins the street race, he gets to fuck her to get at least one shot with her, and if she wins, he'd leave her alone. She finds it weird but goes along with it. And of course, she loses. 😳
Bank Manager/Female Protagonist: Based on a scrapped GTA Online mission in the original heists, there was a setup mission where one of the protagonists goes to the Bahama Mamas club and seduces the Pacific Standard bank manager. He takes them to his bedroom in his apartment while the other characters sneak around and clone a key card. So yeah, you can guess what the fanfic will be about. 😉 I also created a name for this manager since he didn't have an official name, and let me just say... my fellow RDR2 fans will like the last name I picked for him. 👀
Female Executive Assistant/Male Protagonist: I haven't thought of a detailed plot. Maybe I'll keep it basic, where the assistant gives the protagonist a massage after noticing he's sore from stealing and selling special crates. And then things just escalate between them.
Agent 14/Female Protagonist: Another one I might keep basic. 14 introduces his female assistant to her new bunker, shows her around, and then there's a mishap or something that causes them to fuck.
Avon/Male Protagonist: My headcanon is that this narcissistic fuck is a stereotypical gay man - the oddly feminine voice, some fruity comments he makes, loves it when an AI with a dude's voice calls him "Daddy"... yeah. 😏 Also, knowing Rockstar, they sometimes create characters with stereotypes for satirical purposes, so I wouldn't be surprised if Avon is actually gay. Anyway, the male protagonist wants a bit of a money bonus from the IAA infiltration, and Avon is willing to make a deal to give him more money if it means having fun with him in exchange. Also, this was my friend's/ex-girlfriend's idea, but I'm also making Avon a submissive bottom. 👀
Bogdan/Female Protagonist: This will take place after the events of Act 2 and before the events of Act 3. Basically, Bogdan is one of the first people to go to the protagonist's facility before the meeting, and she also goes there and finds him sitting alone. They talk a bit (well... she doesn't literally talk to him 😅), and they eventually... ya know. 😳 But I'm still deciding if I want to write a full-on sex scene between them, or just have her give him a quick BJ. 👀
Gay Tony/Male Protagonist: This I haven't decided on yet. Oops. 😬
Paige/Male Protagonist: So... he's just sore and everything from doing client jobs and other stuff. Paige drops by his Terrorbyte, helps him unwind, and things just... escalate.
Captain Brendan Darcy/Female Protagonist: I haven't decided on this either, but I know it'll take place after the events of the yacht missions.
Miguel "Mini" Madrazo/Female Protagonist: Also undecided. 😬
Pavel/Female Protagonist: This is a rewritten fanfic of one I made in the past, but this time, I'm switching the roles. Instead of Pavel catching his "kapitan" playing with herself, she catches him playing with himself. Of course, it's an awkward moment, but they agree to fuck each other. Pavel is also desperate af in this fanfic and fucks her roughly without hesitation lmao.
Juan "El Rubio" Strickler/Female Protagonist: Another rewritten fanfic. The plot is the same - she disguises herself as a tour manager and goes to the island to scope, Juan finds her at the party and picks her up, and they fuck in his office. 😏
Mimi/Female Protagonist: If you don't know who this is, this is a girl from the car meet update. She strangely gives off lesbian vibes, so that's why I'm pairing her with the female protagonist. As for the plot... I don't know yet. 😅
Dax/Female Protagonist: This is another one I already completed. Basically, she and Dax are chilling alone, he spills beer on himself in his lower area, she watches that area, he notices that she's watching him, and he's all like, "Damn, Freshmeat. You like what you see? 👀"
Jamal Amir/Female Protagonist: Figuring this out, too.
While some of these are undecided, I at least listed what pairings I'll write, just so y'all have an idea of what fanfics to expect.
And sorry for the long list. 😅
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I want the void to hear my takes on Star Trek: Coda
Luc Picard and the Wesley Mirror Enterprise Bois go to the mainverse and start scanning black holes to find the Devidian's hiding place (they need a certain size black hole to make a breach to intertime or whatever) Riker detects them arriving and goes after them hard, since most of the admiralty is dead he's ranking so he's calling in the fleet and puts a bounty on the ship among the other powers to get to Picard (he thinks they're hiding main Picard). He also is spying on Troi and recruited his caitian aide to do it as well. The bridge crew is absolutely nervous about his increasingly erratic behaviour, especially when Enterprise jaunts away and he starts calling them all morons.
Kira gets aboard her transport, uncomfortable but understanding how everyone feels a lot of bad stuff towards her awful fucking counterpart. Her transport picks her up and its Alt-Ezri in command of the refit Defiant of the mirrorverse, she's also bonded to Dax now for some reason. Kira is understandably very upset by this whole fucking thing, but keeps it together. I'm pretty sure Alt-Dax died off screen? Or at least was implied to in the ferengi fuck around ep in the mirrorverse. (Zek your brain is so big).
Spock and AltSavik meet the Prime Minster of the Commonwealth: Michael Eddington.
Truly this is a hell dimension.
Eddington tells them the parliament is arguing constantly and not doing anything about this whole end of the world thing. He and Savik both try to talk to them but no dice. Savik wont break her word to the Commonwealth and order the ships over to the mainverse cause they aren't Memory Omega's anymore (they all belonged to Omega and were given to the commonwealth but theres some political their about the influence Omega has and its a fun political angle I wish got explored more cause its like a weird inversion of 31 kind of?). Spock tries to get the parliament to see reason because his counterpart was big deal martyr hero and that still carries weight for him. They dont respond well and he gets called slurs (not kidding its described as people booing and throwing things and shit, wild). Savik gets an idea.
The Defiant team arrive in Borg Earth circa First Contact. The rift opens and the borg hold it open, they move in under cloak but get shot down. They dont fire cause that would reveal them as a threat and crash hard near the base (its where starfleet command was). Data, Lal, Bashir, Crusher, Sisko and Picard set out to go to the base and do their thing, leaving Worf in command to effect repairs. Picard starts hearing the collective even tho he's got no borg shit and tells the party but they dont have a choice but to proceed.
La Forge needs parts, so Worf, his alt dead wife and others go scavenging. They melee only and manage to get it all with only one person being seriously injured. Worf is hot for her and its weird for them but also not. She is also into Worf in the same way. Kira arrives at the Wormhole and its being blockaded by mercs because of the Dominion/maybe not just them. So they need to figure out a way to get in without being destroyed. Luc calls up Savik and is like 'we need reinforcements, Riker's off his shit' and she says the parliament is being shit and stealthily implies he should personally reach out to other ship captains, which he does after murdering a bunch of romulan borders. He also gets to yell shut up Wesley, which is silly and dumb, but ill allow it. Rene is basically being kept off screen for this adventure, but still shows up now and again to annoy his alt Dad.
The Borg boys reach the main base and find a way in but its chockfull of borg and the Collective knows that someone called Locutus betrayed them from the two drones that survived the initial time alter and assimilated the Earth. The Queen is interested in this, and wants to learn about Locutus. The vibe gets stronger as Picard gets closer and has a brief freakout but gets it under control. They get inside but its slow going and theres so many fucking borg, dog. Riker catches up with Luc and starts shooting bringing out Klingons to help, but Luc's call for help comes through and 11 other Jaunt ships appear and chase em off. Riker has a bigger freakout which everyone notes and is wild about. Troi briefly chats with his second and points things out stealthily hoping she got her on side before Riker pulls her away on a pretext.
They arrive at the final black hole and start scanning, quickly finding out its the place. Luc sends a ship (or two, cant quite remember) to rendezvous with the Defiant when it returns to the future. Present. Whatever. Its not even their universe or history. Riker has another freakout and slaps his XO which she uses to relieve him of command and send him to sickbay, he is pissed about this but cant do shit. Kira learns alt Bajor is gone from Dax, and given the collapse of reality and the heavy resistance that will likely kill them she asks for answers. Kira tells her whats going on and after a brief moment of coping, realises that its worth it to safeguard infinite versions of her dead wife. (She married Leeta based on their heavy chemistry in that one moment of the ep in S7 and then Leeta died somehow). She agrees to help Kira. Riker gets sedated and the Doc confirms he's definitely got two rikers in there. Troi goes brain diving using her own stuff and finds the other one so she calls in Tuvok who mind melds and helps her talk to other riker and bring will back to the front. He was aware of everything and needs to warn Jean Luc about something his counterpart knew. Lucky they're riding a transwarp current thingie to the black hole.
The Borg team get inside and find the command center of the beam, the old foundations the buildings based on let them find a way in but they need a distraction to deal with the heavy foritifications. Picard has another brain blast and realises that they're looking for him so he takes a grenade and a rifle to make a distraction. The distraction works and he realises the borg may have multiple origins due to failing to get a reaction from calling the queen by the name of the being that became the collective. The Queen disables his grenade and rifle and starts torturing him for information, not sure why, assimilation would be quicker but I guess she's cautious about a dude who she knows betrayed the collective?
Wesley rides a shuttle into the intertime breach to make a map so the ships can follow, he lands and sees the base and all the bullshit they're doing, including watching them destroy Bajor. He sees an older him who talks to him and creates a distraction which lets him run from the horde of Devidians. When he's cornered he sends his omnichron off to the shuttle and launches it back so they have info. Rene convinces Picard to go after Wesley when the shuttle comes back (the leave a log buoy for the other ships) and the small fleet goes in. It goes badly and they're quickly crippled. Luc escapes his ship with Troi and Rene. Wesley is tortured so they can replicate his traveller powers which they use to create the Time Ghosts and Time Snakes to his horror and send them back and forth through time to close the loop. Apparently this always happens or something.
Bashir and Data get in and take out the fewer drones, before getting to work. The fortify the room and Data and Lal stay behind to make sure things go off right. Crusher convinces Bashir and Sisko to go after Picard and they rescue him from the Queen as shes torturing his mind. They make it out but Sisko gets shot in the chest. Worf gets the Defiant ready to go, and Sisko dies with Bashir opting to go back for Data since he's the only friend he has left. Worf is right there Julian, dick move but probably for the best.
Ooph, a lot there, but like, its keeping me occupied, again dissapointed by the winnowing of the DS9 crew and lack of Voyager peeps. Like we got Kira, Bashir, and Worf left of our beloved characters, everyone else is either confirmed dead or likely died off screen because reality is falling apart. Feels like a bummer to not have Janeway ride in to fight time bullshit, especially since we havent heard shit about Torres or Paris since they were captured (presumably they died with Earth). Still, wish it was more everyones story rather than TNG feat the others. How will this end? will they succeed in retroactively erasing their entire history or will we get a fun hope spot. Hard to say. Find out next time on my Im rambling about star trek blog post.
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Can I request a Cash Wheeler x Female reader story? Something like Cash’s favorite thing besides wrestling is just being with his girlfriend? Please?
An: I hope you like it! This is my first time writing for him so I hope it ok 🤞😁🤞
Summary: Every one assumes the only thing that matters to Cash is Wrestling, but when he gets injured everyone finally meets you.
“Ma’am, I’m really sorry but I think you have the wrong area.” Cody was basically pleading for you to leave. You had argued for a good 20 minutes with a secretary guard, and when he got Cody Rhodes, you still weren’t willing to fold.
“You have no idea what your talking about. The one time I find the time to come watch my fiancé he gets injured and I’m not even allowed to see him!” You we’re slowly loosing your patience. Cash had practically crushed his knee and you just wanted to see him.
“Ma’am, if you don’t leave eventually I will have to call he cop-“
“Y/N!” Both of us turned to see Dax jogging over. “Let her back Rhodes.”
Cody looked confused, but when he looked at you he realized you weren’t going to leave anytime soon.
“Stay with him.” Cody mumbled stepping out of your way.
“Took you long enough.” You snapped at Dax as you jogged right behind Dax, him leading the way.
“Sorry, I was helping them get him back there. Doctors with him now.”
As you got to the medical area you could see a group of people around the door.
“Dax, who is this?” A man asked walking up. You immediately recognize him as Matt Jackson. He had been in the match.
“Y/n, l/n. I’m Cash’s fiancé.” You explained shaking his hand. Matt raised an eyebrow at that, stealing a glance at Dax.
“Come on man, she’s been waiting long enough.” Dax said, pushing past Matt while pulling me along. He pushed a door open and I saw Cash laying on a table, and ice pack on his leg.
“Babe!” You practically shouted, running to his side as he looked up.
“Hey baby girl,” he said, giving me a small smile. “Took you a while.”
“Talk to your boss.” You snapped, taking his hand in yours. “Are you ok?”
“Takes more then a Jackson brother falling on me.” He joked, but it just made you roll your eyes.
“Says the guy who probably won’t walk out of here on his own.” You mumble.
You slid down so that your kneeling next to him, your hand holding his tightly. Your head rested on the bench he was on, and you could feel a few tears escaping. You didn’t want him to see you cry, but there wasn’t much you should do to stop it.
“You scared me.” You felt his hand on your chin forcing you to look up.
“Baby girl, please don’t cry. I’m tough as nails remember?” He said, giving you a small smile.
“I know.” You smiled, ruffling his hair a bit. “And of course you get hurt the one time I can come watch you live.”
He just laughed at that, shaking his head. “How ironic. But actually, why did it take so long?”
“No one would believe that I was your fiancé.” You explained, shrugging a bit.
“He’s never mentioned it before.” You both looked up to see Matt and Nick standing in the door way.
“We work in a business where people love to get at you any way they can. I prefer to keep her name out of y’all’s mouth.” Cash said.
“We can understand that. Sorry it took so long for her to get back here.” Nick apologized. “To be honest, I don’t think any of us thought you would settle down with someone. You always make it so clear that wrestling is the most important thing.”
“You can have more than one important thing in your life. Also, I think you’ve got one more thing to apologize for.” Cash chuckled as Nick turned slightly red.
“Oh ya! Sorry for cursing your knee man.”
“Don’t worry, I should have known a young buck wouldn’t know how to wrestle.” Cash shrugged, making both brothers role there eyes.
“I don’t know what you see in him.” Matt said, detected at you. But you smirked at him.
“I’m probably meaner then he is.”
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A lit torch to the woodpile high (part 2)
A Paz VIzsla Bartender!AU
Rating: T (for now)
Pairing: Paz Vizsla x F!Reader
Warnings: Alcohol, pining, some vague descriptions of wanting to be plowed, vague threats of violence
Word count: 2.7k
Description: More pining ensues, we see a lil skin (@softdin 👀), something eerie happens, two idiots who don’t know how the other feels.
Author’s note: Let me know what you think!! Please go here to be added to the taglist!
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2
The next few weeks passed by without incident. You still hadn’t seen Orso since he initially hired you on, which was kind of strange, but you figured it was because he was busy and had other ventures he had to keep an eye on.
So far your favorite part of working at Bear’s Den was working with Harlow. When it was slow you would pass the time chatting and getting to know each other better. You found out that Harlow was in the middle of getting her Master’s in Business Administration at the local school. She wanted to open her own bakery someday and worked at the pub to help pay for her degree.
Dillon was a little more frustrating to work with. In other words, he was lazy and he tried flirting with you (and every other woman around his age) every chance he got. It was harmless, but after a while you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at him.
Paz was almost always at the bar, but it seemed like he was busy most of the time. In fact, he had barely said a word to anyone all day, other than grunting a short “hello” as he stormed in.
“What crawled up his butt?” Dillon asked after he had slammed the office door. You and Harlow looked at him and shrugged. He seemed pretty surly in general, from what you could tell, but this was a whole new level, even for him.
A little while later, some customers had trickled in and there was a low hum of conversation around the bar. You were wiping down some glasses that had come out of the dishwasher. The damn thing never dried the glasses completely, and Donny never dried them himself before carting them out to you.
Harlow came out from the back, coat and purse in hand. You instantly deflated, realizing she was heading home for the day.
“I thought you were closing up with me tonight?”
“I was going to, but Paz switched with me. Said something about a meeting he had later on anyways,” she said, applying chapstick.
Oh, just great.
“Don’t worry,” she said, almost like she could read your mind. “I’m sure he’ll be less grumpy once Madge brings him some food from the kitchen later,” she laughed.
“Yeah, he could use a Snickers or two.” You both dissolved into giggles.
It was as if Paz’s ears were ringing. As soon as you had made the comment, he stepped out of the office. He still looked pretty angry, so you figured whatever was bothering him hadn’t gotten any better. Harlow could sense his mood and all but ran out the door, throwing a quick goodbye behind her shoulder.
You waved after her, distracted for a moment. That’s when you heard your name being called, rather impatiently. You whipped back around and walked over, not wanting to sour his mood any further.
“Sorry about that, what’s up?” You asked, looking up to make eye contact.
Big mistake. You could feel your stomach clench up with desire as soon as his eyes met yours. You could have sworn you saw his expression change momentarily, but as quickly as it appeared, he blinked and it was gone.
“I have a meeting later today. If you see a couple guys wearing matching white coats walk in and I’m not out front with you, come out back and get me. Don’t talk to them.”
You bit your lip and nodded. Paz’s gaze followed the movement and he swallowed heavily. You didn’t catch yourself watching his Adam’s apple bob up and down until he cleared his throat.
“Remember. Don’t talk to them.”
“Roger,” you said, turning on your heel to get back to the bar.
You had no idea how to feel about that interaction. He either didn’t trust you enough to talk to some important business associates, or something else was going on. You felt a little uneasy, but chalked it up to Paz’s fowl mood.
Was Paz involved with some bad people? Did this have anything to do with Orso not showing up to the bar for weeks? More customers were trickling in, distracting you from all the wild conspiracies your brain was coming up with.
Orso and Paz were in a secret society and were plotting to steal an important government document. Orso and Paz secretly swapped faces and were living each other’s lives.
You really needed to stop watching Nicolas Cage films before bed every night.
After a while, Paz came out of the office to tend the bar with you. He wasn’t much of a conversationalist, but it was almost hypnotizing to watch him pour drinks. He knew the layout of the bar like it was the back of his hand. There was no hesitation to look for the correct liquor types when a customer ordered a cocktail that required a vintage bourbon. He didn’t struggle to remember which spout to use for cranberry juice vs. orange juice (like you did).
There was a point in the night where he was serving 5 customers at the same time, when you struggled to juggle just two of them. It was almost embarrassing, to be honest.
You heard a woman’s voice in your peripheral, snapping you out of a detailed and vivid daydream where Paz bent you over the bar to have his way with you.
“Excuse me, can I get a glass of Merlot?” She was probably in her mid-50s, wearing a slinky black dress that looked stellar on her, with leopard print heels. Basically, you wanted to be this woman when you got older.
“Of course,” you said, turning to the shelf.
Before you could even ask for Paz’s help, you heard him in your ear.
“Red wine?”
You had to suppress a pleasant shiver.
“Yes, please. The Merlot,” you looked over, giving him a sheepish grin. His face was still close to yours, you could see the flecks of amber in his deep brown eyes.
You stepped back, allowing him room to get to the shelf, and tried not to drool as he reached up towards the shelf, his shirt riding up his back with the movement. Time seemed to stop as you caught a flash of skin, toned and smooth.
“Here you go,” he said, handing the bottle over to you. “We’ll keep it over by the register in case she wants another glass.”
You nodded, your mouth too dry to come up with words. Once the bottle was opened and the glass filled up, you handed it to the woman as she handed you her credit card.
She gave you a wide-eyed look as you accepted her card.
“That man is an occupational hazard,” she said, taking a big gulp from her glass.
You laughed, but didn’t say anything in response.
“Do you want me to open a tab for you?”
“Yes, I think I’ll stick around for a while,” she said wiggling her eyebrows.
Later on that night, it was about 15 minutes past closing time and all of the customers, as well as your bouncer Rick, had long left for the night.
Paz had gone out back to count the till and you were organizing the liquor bottles when two men entered through the front door, which was strange because you could have sworn you had locked it.
They were wearing long, cream colored trench coats with some sort of emblem on the front pocket. It looked like a cog with six spokes. Something about it made your blood run cold. You had every intention of running out back to tell Paz they were here, but something about these men had you frozen in fear.
They weren’t like any men you had seen before, with short, cropped hair that was slicked back and eyes as gaunt as their thin faces.
Good evening,” the taller man said as he reached the bar. He gave you a smile, trying to appear amiable.
“Um, hi. Paz is out back, I can go get him for you,” Paz was going to lose his shit when he found out you talked to them.
“We’re looking for Orso Van, actually. Do you know where he is?”
“I haven’t seen him for weeks. I can go get Pa–”
“I don’t want to speak with his whipping boy,” he interrupted, his tone growing cold. “I want to speak to Orso. Now.”
You were grateful at Paz’s immaculate timing as the back door swung open.
Paz looked more formidable than ever. He seemed to grow even taller, if that was even possible.
“As I told you last week, Dax, no one’s seen him in weeks.”
The silent man who was not Dax scoffed.
Paz continued, “and I thought I told you never to speak to my staff.”
Dax gave Paz a sickly, unnatural smile. It didn’t look like it belonged on his face. “I figured she might know something, seeing as she showed up right as Orso disappeared.”
You felt as if your entire body had been plunged into ice cold water. A deep, dreadful feeling took over the pit of your stomach.
These men have been watching us.
“Leave her out of this, she has nothing to do with any of it.”
He stalked towards the men threateningly.
“Now, if you want to talk to me, we can go ahead and talk in the office. Otherwise, get the fuck out of my bar.”
The other man scoffed again and nodded towards Dax.
“Come on, let’s go. We’ll be back next week to check on Orso’s whereabouts. If he doesn’t show his face soon, you know what will happen.”
They turned, their pristine white coats whipping behind them. The door swung shut with a bang.
You could only gape after them, so many questions spinning through your head. You weren’t sure if you wanted to know the answers to any of them.
“I’m going to drive you home tonight,” his tone left no room for argument. You weren’t about to object anyways. Even if you had to endure a tense car ride, you were a hell of a lot safer with him than by yourself.
You both locked up as quickly as possible and made your way to his truck, slamming the doors shut harder than necessary.
The air was thick as a blanket, filled with so many unanswered questions. If you weren’t so rattled from earlier, you would have realized this was the closest you had ever been to Paz.
“Are you going to tell me what that was about back there?” You asked, already knowing his answer.
“No.”
“If I’m in danger, I want to know why,” you told him, voice trembling. Your pulse was going a mile a minute.
“The less you know, the safer you are,” he said. His tone was still final, but not nearly as hard as you were expecting.
He looked over at you. All you could do was stare back at him, mouth agape. His face was half bathed in the moonlight, painting his face in a pale blue light that contrasted with the dark that surrounded you.
“I won’t let anything happen to you.” He said quietly.
You felt like your lungs couldn’t get enough air, as if the wind had been knocked out of you.
“Okay,” was all you said back. You weren’t sure if Paz even wanted to be here with you right now, but you trusted him.
He regarded you for a moment, seemingly trying to read your expression that gave way to any trepidations you had. You looked back at him, having every intention to tell him you trusted him, but the words died in your throat when you saw his expression. He looked so open, so raw.
You let yourself bask in this moment, in the dark cab of his truck. There wasn’t an opportunity before now to just look at him freely. He had a scar below his right eye, and his nose was just a little crooked. You wondered if it was from getting in fights. You wondered what, or who, he had fought for.
He was quite beautiful, in a hard, unrelenting kind of way. You wanted to find out why he had built a thick wall around himself. You wanted to trace the lines of his jaw and feel the contours of his lips.
His lips. Your eyes were laser-focused as his tongue came out to wet them. You found yourself thinking about what it would be like to taste them, to chase his tongue with yours.
He let out a shaky breath, snapping you back into the reality of the moment. You looked away, staring out the windshield, still watching his movements in the corner of your eye.
“We should go,” you wanted to flinch at the anxious edge to your voice.
Paz looked down at his lap and nodded.
“I’ll need you to navigate.”
You were grateful that Paz had stuffed a wad of cash in your hand last night before he dropped you off at your front door, mentioning to use it to Uber to work the next day. That meant you didn’t have to rush getting ready this morning to catch the bus to work, since you had left your car there.
It only took one tense night of locking your doors and windows, double checking the locks, drawing up your curtains and checking the locks again, followed by tossing and turning for hours on end only to fall asleep an hour before your alarm went off. It only took that one night for you to overthink everything.
It’s not that you were thinking about the creepy men that came in after closing. You had spent enough time to fret about that while you were trying to force your amped up body to relax last night.
This morning was spent overthinking every single interaction you ever had with Paz. He already had so much weight on his shoulders, running a business while his boss was off doing fuck knows what, while some seedy men were breathing down his back and basically stalking him at work.
Why should you add yourself to that list of responsibilities?
You had every intention to say good morning to him when you first saw him. He was walking out from the office, looking just about as exhausted as you were. You must have looked like a deer in headlights, because his eyebrows were raised in question, his head cocked to the side.
“I um, I was just going to the kitchen,” you said in an almost robotic voice.
You hightailed it out of the room before you could see the expression on his face.
Your heart was still pounding as you burst through the kitchen doors. This crush on your boss was really getting out of hand, and it only got worse after being in such close proximity last night. God, you probably looked ridiculous right now.
“What’s got you bursting in here like a bat out of hell?” You almost jumped out of your skin. Had Madge been next to you this whole time?
“I um, need coffee?” You said, accidentally wording it as a question. “If you have any extra, that is,” you added quickly.
Madge smirked, seeing right through your lie, but she didn’t question it.
“Just brewed a fresh pot. Knock yourself out.”
A little while later while you were back out front, stacking glasses between sips of coffee, you saw a plate slide into your peripheral.
“You look like you need this,” Madge winked. You looked down, mouth watering at the large pile of french fries.
“You’re a fucking saint, Madge.” You deadpanned. She cackled all the way back to the kitchen, throwing you another wink.
You didn’t see Paz much that day, and you were kind of grateful for it. Every time he entered the room you found some way to keep yourself busy to avoid his gaze.
He could probably tell you were being extra squirrely. Hell, everyone could tell.
Donny had taken you aside earlier and offered to let you take a hit of his cousin’s homegrown, to which you politely declined. Dillon remarked on how tense you looked and offered to massage your shoulders, to which you told him to fuck off.
Harlow didn’t say much, but she looked concerned. You pretended not to notice the sideways glances she was giving you.
A little while later, you were hunched over the bar, in the middle of writing out a supply order when you heard a throat clear from above you. It was a distinctly male sound. You almost dropped the pen in surprise when you looked up and saw Paz was standing before you, arm resting just a few inches from where yours was resting on the counter.
“I um,” Paz trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck. “I just wanted to see how you– how things are going out here.”
He sounded unsure of himself. He was standing a little less tall today, with his shoulder slumped over. Weary to the bone.
“I’m great, so good,” you babbled. “Nothing going on with me. Feeling peachy.”
“Uh, cool, yeah. Okay, I’ve got to uh...” he removed his hand from his neck and gestured towards the office before making his exit.
You collapsed, letting your head hit the bar with a thump. God, you hoped no one saw that go down.
“So, what the fuck was that?” Harlow said, walking over.
You sighed dramatically, your entire body feeling like it was being held down by bags of sand.
You lifted your head up a little, giving Harlow the most pathetic look you could muster.
“It was nothing,” you told her. You stood back up fully and busied yourself with organizing the coasters on the bar, hoping she would let it go.
“That didn’t look like nothing,” she said, trying to hide a smug smile.
You had two choices here. Tell Harlow about the sketchy men from last night, which was not an option, or tell her about the pathetic crush you were harboring for your boss.
You turned around to make sure no one else was around. Thankfully, Dillon was on his lunch break, Paz was holed up in the office, and Donny and Madge were both in the kitchen.
“Please don’t tell anyone–” you started, but were interrupted with a squeal.
“Harlow, shhhh!” You admonished her, desperately trying to reach out to her to clap a hand over her mouth to no avail. She danced away, wiggling like a toddler at a birthday party.
“You guys are totally fucking,” she whispered, her brown eyes wide as saucers.
“I– what? No we aren’t.”
“Come on,” she scoffed. “I saw that little trainwreck of an interaction back there.”
“No, really, we aren’t,” you told her, and added with a whisper, “though, I kind of wish we were.”
“Well,” she said, chewing on her lip in thought. “Judging by the way Paz was bodysnatched back there, he’s in the same boat.”
You rolled your eyes. No, that was absolutely because of the threatening men from last night. He just felt guilty you were now in the middle of all of it.
“Don’t roll your eyes at me, missy,” she admonished, good-naturedly. “He totally looked scared shitless back there. I’ve never seen anything like it.”
You frowned in thought. He must be really freaked out by those men. You felt bad that you hadn’t noticed.
“No, I think it’s just a big misunderstanding,” you told her. “I think he thought he offended me last night because I was in a bad mood.” You were kind of impressed with the lies pouring out of your mouth at the moment. “I’m going to go talk to him.”
“Okay then,” Harlow said, smirking at you.
You charged towards the office and barged in before you could talk yourself out of it. It was Paz’s turn to look like a deer caught in headlights.
This was the first good look you had at him all day. The scruff on his chin was longer than usual. His eyes, despite being open wide in surprise, had dark shadows under them.
“I’m sorry, I should have knocked,” you said, turning to leave.
“Wait–” Paz reached out, grabbing your shoulder. He let go almost immediately, as if the touch burned him. “Come in.”
“I just wanted to see how you were doing after last night. I didn’t ask you how you were doing and I– I’m sorry.”
“That’s why you’ve been avoiding me all day? Because you feel bad for not asking me how I’m doing?”
You blanched. Yeah, you felt bad but that definitely wasn’t why you were avoiding him.
“I guess, yeah,” you said, huffing out a laugh.
“I wish I could tell you more, I really do.” Paz said, sitting on the edge of the desk. It immediately groaned in protest, so he stood back up. “I don’t want any of the staff here getting involved with Orso’s bullshit. The less you all know the better.”
You nodded in understanding. You really did understand it. But something nagged at you.
“But what about you?” You asked him. “You’ve already been dragged into it.”
The sad, fleeting look on his face was devastating. You could tell he wasn’t used to others worrying about him. He must have caught himself, because his expression hardened in resolve a moment later.
“I can take care of myself,” he said. “I’m working on getting a hold of Orso. Once he’s back they’ll leave us alone.”
You weren’t sure if you believed him, but you let it drop for the time being. You would just need to keep an eye on him in your own way.
“You should get going,” Paz said, changing the subject. “Your shift was over 10 minutes ago and I’m sure you need to get some sleep.”
“Yeah, I really do,” you said, giving him a tender smile. “Make sure you get some sleep tonight too.”
“I’ll try,” he said, his smile matching the one on your face.
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Dynamics
(Story Post)
Reid woke up when the twins started to cry. He got up quickly, hoping to handle it so their parents could save on sleep. Lucky for him, the wee beasties just wanted some attention, and he took them out to hold on the couch. He sat and played with them quite a while, but eventually they got hungry. Reid checked the fridge for milk bottles, but he couldn't find them in and among all the cuts of meat and baskets of berries. When they started to get particularly fussy, he gave up and decided to ask Nathan.
When he didn't find Nathan or Dax in the loft, he was quite surprised. He did not expect Nathan to just leave the twins in someone else’s care without letting them know firsthand, so he had to be around somewhere, but it wasn't the biggest cottage and there weren't a lot of places to hide.
After doing a round, checking the porch and deck and all, Reid could only hope Kent knew where they were. Hopefully, he hadn't disappeared either.
He knocked on the bear man’s bedroom door. “Hello?”
He heard a low grunt and just took it as admittance. At the very least, he was glad Kent was there.
Opening the door slowly, Reid peeked in. “Kent? Are you—”
The sight he saw made him freeze in place.
All three of them were there, Kent, Nathan, and Dax, all curled up in Kent's bed, fully in the nude. Dax actually appeared to be quite the blanket hog with most of it wrapped around him like a burrito. Kent’s body hair likely kept him warm enough on a summer night, and Nathan looked toasty snuggled under Kent's big arms.
Reid had to hold in a cry of glee. He just backed out and closed the door. Another look in the fridge and he found some bottles in the vegetable crisper. Containing his joy as he sat feeding the twins felt like the hardest task of his life. Regardless, he was quite happy to keep the beasties occupied for a couple hours before their parents woke up.
Slowly, closer to noon, the sleepy three rolled out of bed. Kent trudged out first and he made a beeline to the coffee maker. He didn't even acknowledge Reid's presence until after he had some caffeine in his system, then he came around and scooped up Gabriel so he could help feed him.
“Sleep well?” Reid hazarded a question as Kent sat down in his armchair.
“Mm…” was all Kent bothered to say.
“Random question: what size bed do you have in there?” Reid asked.
“…Queen, I think.”
“Ah, okay… Not horrible. Could still be a bit cramped, maybe…”
Kent looked at the doctor then stood again. He came over close to Reid, before scooping up Grace as well right from his lap and walking away.
Reid blinked and turned to see him head to the door. “Where are you taking them, in case Nathan asks?”
“Just out back.” Kent then disappeared out the door.
Reid chuckled a bit to himself and just checked his phone notifications in case anyone was trying to contact him.
It was Nathan's turn to sneak out. He must've gotten cold without his Kent blanket, Reid thought to himself.
Nathan had pulled on his shirt and shorts again before leaving the room. When their eyes met, he just put his hand on his hip. “Shut up.”
“I didn't say anything,” Reid said innocently.
Nathan huffed. “‘I told you so' is written all over your face.”
“Well…” Reid shrugged. “Did you enjoy yourself?”
Nathan blushed and changed the subject. “Where are my kids?”
“Kent took them out back,” Reid said. “So, how big is it?”
“Reid, I swear to god…”
“I'm thinking girthy, yeah?”
“It is too early in the morning for the word ‘girthy'.”
“And Dax? Quite the first time you got going on.”
Nathan got some coffee from the pot Kent made. “I'm not going to share the details of my intimate life with you.”
Dax’s head finally peeked out the bedroom door and he looked to Nathan desperately. Reid could see he'd dragged along the blanket to cover himself. “Nathan, I need some help…”
“Can't untangle yourself from the blanket?” Nathan asked.
“No, I can't find my underwear…”
“Good morning, Dax!” Reid said beaming from the couch.
Dax was startled and dropped the blanket a bit, scrambling to keep himself covered. “Reid! You're up! Uh, good morning!”
“Absolutely the best morning. Did you sleep well?”
“Uh, comme ci, comme ça…” Dax mumbled.
Nathan exhaled. “He knows. Reid always knows things…”
“Knowing things is part of what I do,” Reid stated.
“Oh, uh,” Dax flushed red. “I mean, we didn't, you know… I mean, we did…”
Nathan went over and handed Dax his coffee. “Relax, he's cool with it. Like, too much.”
“I feel like I should buy you ice cream something,” Reid offered gleefully. “Can we celebrate in some way?”
“I did want to see another museum…” Dax said.
“There's an idea!” Reid supported. “On the way, you can tell me how we got here.”
“Plane,” Nathan said.
“Train,” Dax continued.
“Aye, and automobiles, aye,” Reid said. “But you know what I mean.”
Nathan shrugged. “It just happened.” He popped into the bedroom, pulled Dax's boxers out from under the bed and handed them to him.
“I'd like it on the record that it was Nathan's idea,” Dax said, before closing the door to change.
“Of course. He is the parriarch of this group,” Reid said. “So, what's the plan?”
“There is no plan,” Nathan stated. “It was just a one off…”
“Sure, sure,” Reid brushed off. “Did Kent enjoy himself?”
“He wasn't comfortable doing everything so we kept it mostly topical…” Nathan shared. “But I think he's loosened up, for lack of a better word...” He gave Dax’s cheek a kiss when the other finally came out again, boxers on.
“So, no penetration, I’m assuming?” Reid asked.
“Another word it is way too early for…” Nathan groaned.
“Shame…” Reid lounged across the couch towards them and propped his head up on his hand. “Can I ask, what were the dynamics?”
“Dynamics?” Dax asked as he pulled on the rest of his clothes.
“I'm a bottom for example,” Reid said, waving a hand. “Actually, let me guess…. Dax is true verse, Nathan's a bottom, and Kent's strict top. For now.”
“Pretty much,” Nathan said.
“That is eerily accurate,” Dax said. “I'm…gonna take a shower, then we can go out or whatever.”
Before he could go to the bathroom though, they could all hear someone's phone started to vibrate.
“Not mine,” Reid said holding up his phone.
Nathan and Dax both started patting their person for their mobiles. Nathan then climbed up to the loft and grabbed the phone he found threatening to buzz itself off the top floor.
“Dax,” Nathan said, handing over the device.
Dax was surprised because he didn't recognise the number, but he answered. “Allô? …Yes, this is he…” He paused for a few moments. “…Yes, I did.” He waited a bit more, paling a bit. “Okay. I will try to come in today if I can, I'm way out of town…Alright, thank you. Salut.”
Nathan put a hand on his shoulder. “Who was it?”
“Syd. They want me to come in to have more blood drawn,” Dax said.
Nathan frowned. “Today?”
Reid crossed his arms over the arm of the couch. “Sounds like it's urgent.”
“Yes, um… They believe they know what caused my behaviour last weekend,” Dax said. “I need more testing to determine the result. I don't really know what that means, but I think I should try to go today.”
Nathan took his hand. “Okay, I'll go with you then.”
“No, I can't ask you to do that,” Dax said. “Kent still has time with the kids and you should stay with them. I wasn't supposed to be here anyway.”
Nathan frowned. “But you’re scared, I can tell. I want to support you.”
Dax shook his head. “It's alright. I’ll go and I'll call you as soon as I know what’s going on. Part of me is a little excited actually, just getting some answers.”
Nathan pursed his lips. “If you're sure, then…”
“I’ll go with you,” Reid said getting up from the couch. “I'll get us a flight down courtesy of APID so you don't have to sit on a train all day.”
Dax rubbed his neck. “You don't have to do that, but I would appreciate it.”
Reid went around and patted Dax's arm. “Don't even worry about it. I'll make some calls.”
“Thank you, Reid. Honestly.” Dax then turned back to Nathan. “Are you alright with that? It'll just be yourself and Kent left.”
“I'm fine, but are you okay with that?” Nathan asked, wrapping his arms around Dax's waist.
“Yes, of course,” Dax said. “I think we're in a good place. We can be comfortable.”
Nathan nodded and kissed Dax's cheek. “Okay. Well, you should probably take your shower before you go with Reid. I'll get Kent to bring the kids in to say goodbye.”
“Alright,” Dax smiled and gave Nathan a quick kiss back. “I love you.”
Nathan smirked. “I love you too. You'll be alright.”
“Thank you.”
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Prince Harry’s Savvy Media Pivot
His Apple TV+ show and recent media appearances are clear attempts to establish a new public image as a relatable dad in therapy.
By Elamin Abdelmahmoud
Posted on May 28, 2021, at 1:58 p.m. ET
Courtesy of Apple
Prince Harry in his new docuseries, The Me You Can't See
The opening moments of Prince Harry’s appearance on a May episode of Dax Shepard’s Armchair Expert podcast give us good insight into the royal’s new life as a public figure in the US. You get the impression that the Duke of Sussex was still settling into his seat when he casually asks his host, “What do you think about Joe Rogan’s comments [about vaccines]?” He’s referring to Rogan’s inane advice to young men not to take the COVID-19 vaccine.
Shepard somewhat dodges the question. For Shepard, the comments are “ridiculous, obviously,” but he sees where Rogan is coming from. “[Rogan’s position is] ‘I fucking call fights. I’m an MMA announcer. I’m not Fauci,’” Shepard says. He concludes that he agrees “with both sides.” Harry pushes back: “[Rogan] says, ‘Don’t listen to me,’ but it’s like, well, Don’t say that.”
The exchange sets up the rest of the episode as a sort of laid-back chat — Harry comes off as unguarded and off-the-cuff, your smart friend riffing on current news stories. Only it’s not your smart friend — it’s Prince Harry, a figure who’s been in the spotlight since he was born. He’s accustomed to being the most-watched person in the room even without a camera present. So it’s hard to imagine he didn’t know the microphone was on, that the show wasn’t already rolling when he started his riffing. But he pulls off the unfiltered vibe in a smooth and unassuming way. And it’s this casual cool that is the story of Prince Harry’s reinvention right now.
Harry has been in the news because he’s an executive producer (and central figure) alongside Oprah, in a new docuseries about mental health on Apple TV+, called The Me You Can’t See. He’s on the cover of People magazine for it. And this week, the docuseries is following up its five episodes with “a special town hall” featuring Harry, Oprah, Glenn Close, and experts who will continue the conversation the show started on mental health.
On The Me You Can’t See, Harry is compelling, charming, and heartbreaking. He is forthcoming about details of the by-now-familiar story of how he and Meghan Markle left life as working royals to move to the US. He becomes emotional frequently — as he did when he told Oprah that Meghan didn’t act on her suicidal ideation because she didn’t want him to lose another woman he loved.
He is relatable, too, asserting that, “like so many people my age, I know that I’m not going to get from my family what I need” (same, my guy). The 36-year-old royal speaks with authority and precision on mental health and trauma. He is unvarnished when it comes to talking about the dark periods of his life.
Watching him at work in The Me You Can’t See, it’s hard not to admire what he’s pulled off: a total and complete pivot to a new kind of social currency. After all, Harry was “cool” in a very different way not long ago. He had a reputation for being a “bad boy,” the iconoclast within a stodgy family, the wild one who takes it too far, or parties naked in Vegas, or...whatever this is.
But in a moment still in search of new definitions for masculinity — ones that do not rely on machismo and bravado and showing off — somehow, Prince Harry is here to deliver. He’s out here evangelizing therapy and the virtues of getting help when you need it. He makes taking care of your mental health seem like the in thing to do. He’s joining the ranks of men like Nick Jonas, Michael Phelps, and Dax Shepard himself who are embracing a refreshing approach to their own mental health struggles.
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Oprah Winfrey interviews Prince Harry and Meghan Markle on a CBS primetime special, which aired on March 7, 2021.
Before his move to the US, Prince Harry’s identity was deeply intertwined with life as a working royal. That meant the public's engagement with his choices was limited to that realm: Was he doing the job, or was he failing at it? This is not to say people didn’t have strong feelings about his identity, only that he had little say in the matter.
But with the move to California, Harry’s celebrity posture has changed. He has comfortably slipped into a decidedly American version of celebrity, relying on a more personal story to grow his platform. He invoked the tragedies of his past to powerful effect. He shared that his years of unhealthy alcohol and drug use were the darkest of his life. When he and Meghan launched their nonprofit, Archewell, they wrote, “I am my mother’s son. And I am our son’s mother. Together we bring you Archewell.” The story may be familiar, but they are the ones doing the telling. The power has radically shifted.
In his new mode of celebrity, Harry’s not exactly reimagining the wheel. We’re living in a potent moment of the multihyphenate celebrity — Barack Obama makes podcasts with Bruce Springsteen (?) while Michelle Obama makes Netflix shows (??); Beyoncé sells athleisure (???); the Clintons are writing novels (????). Harry and Meghan have a well-established trail to follow, and they’re doing so enthusiastically (including a Spotify deal and a Netflix one, because why not!).
Piece their moves together and you’ve got the makings of an all-encompassing “brand,” the kind every celebrity is expected to have now. And with this type of public profile, the expectations are that you are to be judged on your public choices. Who are you aligning yourself with? What shows are you appearing on? What are the subject matters you want to elevate over others?
And this is why the Rogan comment is important. The MMA announcer/podcast host/professional “just-asking-questions” guy has, for myriad reasons only some of which are under his control, become shorthand for an old-school story of masculinity. He is understood as rugged and assertive, a tough guy’s tough guy.
In other words, Rogan is a natural foil to the story Harry is trying to tell right now. Even the prince’s choice of media is telling. Before his Armchair Expert appearance, his significant sit-down interviews were with James Corden and Oprah, interviewers who reach broad audiences. Turning to Shepard, a figure whose public identity is propelled by vulnerability about addiction and mental health issues, signals that Harry wants to be included in the conversation about changing masculinity.
The prince is building a public narrative on the idea that the old ways of being a man are not working. He presents himself as living proof that flying an Apache helicopter is cool, but facing your inner demons is cooler. ●
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DS9 3x14 Heart of Stone thoughts (I'm re-watching, so there may be future spoilers)
Kira's trying so hard <3
"Next time we are invited out for dinner, I'll make sure you are the one to say no."
Sisko's shrug as he says send him in XD
How does Nog have that much Latinum? Presuming that Sisko will give it back- he only has five bars in season 6
"Nog, if you want to become a Starfleet Officer, you have to attend the Academy." "All right. Where do I sign up?" I love his can-do attitude, like it's just that simple
*Forgetting the handshake* He's sweet :3
Oh is this where she gets trapped by a rock? It's a trap?
If this is an imposter like I seem to remember, she is a very convincing Kira Nerys.
Dammit I'm going to skip to the end, I can't take not knowing if this is Kira.
Alright, yeah, how are changelings this good at acting? Is 'become and thing and you know a thing' really that deep?
"Of course it's your fault. Everything that goes wrong here is your fault. It says so in your contract." Of course it does XD Quark you are so awful!
Even when they're arguing, I still love Nog and Jake as friends. (And this is a much better thing to be arguing about 😅)
The Ensign Vilix'pran conversation is always so cute :3
I love how Nog's hands always close to coming back to the Ferengi begging posture
Nog's insistence on handshakes XD
Jadzia's "...Nog. :o NOG?". (side-note my phone now autocorrects to JADZIA because of how often I am excited to see her)
It's a good test, I like how fair Sisko is in giving him a chance
I'd be all awwww, major <3/ but she's not her
Odo is so cute trying to distract though :3 and trying to think of a plan
"He'd like the manifest on his desk first thing in the morning." "He'll have it tonight, before he goes off duty." Nog is really sweet.
"How long do these boat trips usually take?" "That depends." "On what?" "On how many times we capsize." XD
"Why does he keep doing it?" Now that could be the changeling speaking
I wish these imposter episodes left us a few clues we could pick up on that they're not the right person. It's super weird I can watch this knowing it's not Kira, yet still totally believe it's Kira.
"Tell me how you got your name" - also changeling curiosity?
"Now that you mention it, that is an amusing story."...no, Odo. It's not. It's really not.
"And then I met you. And the others. Sisko, Dax, even Quark. And now, when I hear one of you call me Odo, I no longer think of myself as nothing. I think of myself as me." :3 I'm happy for you Odo
"I don't suppose you have any other ideas?" Man, saying this with tears streaming down her face is pulling at my heartstrings, this is a horrible way to torture him
"Don't you understand? I can't." Odo
"So ... Now you know." He sounds so defeated :'(
"You're just not Academy Material" - this sounded so cruel the first time I watched this, it's slightly better now I know he's trying to goad Nog into saying why - but could you not just ask? You haven't yet??
Sisko is a little bit mad, isn't he? Shouting and grabbing at Nog? Wild.
"He could've been Chief Engineer of a starship if he'd had the opportunity. But he went into business, like a good Ferengi. The only thing is, he's not a good Ferengi, not when it comes to acquiring profit." Nog's so proud of Rom in his own way :3
The hugging and "Whoa whoa whoa don't thank me yet." XD XD
Oh, the plan to kill off Nerys and make Odo come home makes so much more sense than my ponderings that they were trying to observe him and see what his reactions were.
"I forbid it." "No you don't." ROM <3 <3
Rom's little guilty smile over defying Quark and saying "Good luck. I would be proud to have a son in Starfleet." is heartbreaking and I love him.
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