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itsrheasgirl · 4 months

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ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀ ʟɪꜱᴛ

ɪ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴄʟᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀɪᴇꜱ ɪ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴜ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ʀᴇᴀʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ ɪɴ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ꜱᴏ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʙᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴘᴀʀᴇᴅ.

ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ

ᴡɪᴘ

ᴏɴᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ

ᴇʏᴇꜱ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʟɪᴇ ( ʀᴀQᴜᴇʟ ʀᴏᴅʀɪɢᴜᴇᴢ)

ᴛᴀʟᴋ ʙᴀᴄᴋ

ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛꜱ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ

ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ

ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜᴇʀ’ꜱ ᴘᴇᴛ

ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴍɪɴᴇ ( ʟɪᴠ ᴍᴏʀɢᴀɴ )

ʙᴀᴅ ɢɪʀʟ

ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛꜱ

ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ

ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟꜱ ɪꜱ ᴍɪɴᴇ - ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 - ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2 - ᴘᴀʀᴛ 3

ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪꜱ ʙʟɪɴᴅ

ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ

ʜᴀᴘᴘɪʟʏ (ɴ)ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ - ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 - ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2

ꜰᴏʀʙɪᴅᴅᴇɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 1: ꜰᴏʀʙɪᴅᴅᴇɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ

ᴘʀᴇQᴜᴀʟ: ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʟɪᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ

ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 - ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2 - ᴘᴀʀᴛ 3 - ᴘᴀʀᴛ 4 - ᴘᴀʀᴛ 5

ᴘᴀʀᴛ 6 - ᴘᴀʀᴛ 7 - ᴘᴀʀᴛ 8 - ᴘᴀʀᴛ 9 - ᴘᴀʀᴛ 10

ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 2: ᴀɴ ᴜɴᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ɢᴜᴇꜱᴛ

ᴘʀᴇQᴜᴀʟ: ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ

ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 - ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2 - ᴘᴀʀᴛ 3 - ᴘᴀʀᴛ 4 - ʙᴇᴛʀᴀʏᴀʟ

ᴘᴀʀᴛ 5 - ᴘᴀʀᴛ 6 - ᴘᴀʀᴛ 7 - ᴘᴀʀᴛ 8 - ᴘᴀʀᴛ 9 - ᴘᴀʀᴛ 10

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 3: ᴏɴʟʏ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ

ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 - ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2 - ᴘᴀʀᴛ 3 - ᴘᴀʀᴛ 4 - ᴘᴀʀᴛ 5

ᴘᴀʀᴛ 6 - ᴘᴀʀᴛ 7 - ᴘᴀʀᴛ 8 - ᴘᴀʀᴛ 9 - ᴘᴀʀᴛ 10

ᴡɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ

ᴍɪɴɪ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ (x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 1 - ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 2 - ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 3 - ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʙᴀ

ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴄᴋꜱ

ᴛᴇᴀꜱᴇʀ

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 1 - ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 2 - ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 3 - ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 4

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 5 - ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 6 - ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 7 - ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 8

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 9 - ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʙᴀ

ʜᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴏɴᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ

ᴏɴʟʏ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ (ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ!ʀʜᴇᴀ)

ꜰʀɪᴅᴀʏ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ʙɪᴛᴇꜱ (ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ!ʀʜᴇᴀ)

ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ꜱᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ (ɢʜᴏꜱᴛ��ᴀᴄᴇ!ʀʜᴇᴀ)

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rhea-ripley · 1 year

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Raw || May 01 - 2023

↳ ''Guess Mami still runs Monday Night RAW!''

#rhea ripley #demi bennett #wwe #wweedit #wwedraft #wwe gifs #wwe raw #raw #monday night raw #my gifs

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sydsaint · 6 months

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This is a part 2 for my last Damian fic linked here.

Summary: The reader agrees to grab a drink with Damian and learns there's more to the archer of infamy than meets the eye.

Fresh off of an episode of Raw, you reluctantly stop at the hotel bar instead of heading straight to your room like you normally would.

The bar is quiet, which is expected for a Monday night. A few of your co-workers from Raw are there, but it's no one you care to interact with. Your eyes scan the bar and land on the man you begrudgingly came looking for. Damian Priest.

"Hey, sorry I'm late." You walk over to Damian who whose a dark table in the corner of the bar for your meet-up.

"Thinking about ditching me?" Damian asks you with a playful chuckle.

A hint of a smile plays on your lips as you sit down across from him. "Maybe...yeah." You confirm with a nod. "But you've come to my rescue twice now. So I guess the least I could do is grab a drink with you, right?" You laugh to yourself.

"Hey, you don't owe me anything, Y/N." Damian replies. "Yeah, I helped you out with that douche, Giovonni Vinci. But I wasn't trying to guilt you into having a drink with me."

"Damian!" You put a hand up and stop his speech. "It's okay! I know that I didn't have to come if I didn't want to. You didn't force me into anything." You assure him. "I wanted to come."

Damian nods in relief and you see him relax again. You order yourself a drink and get back to your impromptu date.

"So..." You awkwardly play with your glass after it's been delivered.

"So." Damian teasingly repeats you with a smile.

You bite the inside of your cheek and shake your head. "I'm sorry, it's been ages since I've been out with anyone." You explain sheepishly. "Especially not someone who's besties with my conniving cousin and his evil girlfriend." You joke.

Damian chuckles at your attempt at a joke and picks up his drink. "It's alright, mami." He assures you. "Truthfully, It's been a while since I've been out too." He admits.

You quirk a brow at Damian's confession. "Really?" You question him. "I have to say, I'm surprised. I'd have thought you'd be fending off girls left and right."

"Eh." Damian shrugs. "I get plenty of thirsty girls on in my DM's and at shows. But I'm really not the type of guy to be interested in groupies." He explains further. "I'm a one-girl type of guy. You know?"

"Yeah, I get that." You nod. "When I was wrestling in Mexico I had guys trying to get with me left and right. Fans and colleagues. But none of them were looking for a serious relationship, you know?" You share your own dating experiences with Priest.

Damian agrees with a nod and the two of you share a couple more drinks. After a couple of hours of chatting and really getting to know one another outside of your work persona, you decide to call it a night.

"I'll admit, this was nice." You inform Damian as you're both getting ready to leave.

"Yeah, it was." Damian agrees. "We should do it again sometime. Maybe dinner?" He suggests.

You bite the inside of your cheek again, unsure of how to respond. You like Damian. He's charming and funny. Not to mention attractive. But the fact that he's so close with Dominick and the rest of the judgment day still bothers you. You don't want to let your guard down only for Priest to ultimately let his allegiance to judgment day get in the way.

"Damian, I-" You start to speak when suddenly someone with a thick Irish accent calls Damian's name loudly.

Your head snaps to the entrance of the bar and your heart sinks when you see Finn and JD staring at you and Damian.

"Oh no." Your eyes widen and you quickly get to your feet. "Shit! I knew this was going to happen." You run a frustrated hand over your face.

"Hey, it's alright." Damian stands with you but remains calm and collected.

You look at Priest who is now making intense eye contact with Finn and JD. He steps up to your side in a protective manner when Finn and JD start making their way across the bar.

"Damian! Mate! What are you doing here with her?" Finn confronts Damian when he makes it across the bar.

"Y/N and I were just sharing a drink," Damian replies casually. "Why?"

Finn and JD both look at you and then back at Damian. "Did you forget who she is?" JD speaks up and you see Damian's jaw twitch from the corner of your eye.

"I'm aware of who she is, yes." Damian answers JD's question.

"Rhea's not going to like this, mate." Finn shakes his head.

Not wanting to start a fight between friends, you clear your throat and speak up. "I think I'm just going to go now." You nod to the door. "Thank you for the drink, Damian." You smile at Priest before moving to walk off.

"Y/N, hold on a minute." Damian catches you before you walk off. "Let me walk you back to your room." He insists.

"Damian!" Finn protests.

You remain still and watch Damian clench his fist in frustration. "Look, Finn. I don't give a damn who Y/N is when she's at work. We ain't working right now, are we?" He reminds everyone. "Now you can either step off and let me walk the lady back to her hotel room. Or I can make you move."

Finn and JD share another look before both of them step out of the way. Damian offers his arm to you and you take it before both of you walk off.

"Rhea's going to find out about this, mate!" Finn shouts at you both as you walk off.

"Let her!" Damian snaps back, his gaze remaining ahead of him. "But ain't no one going to touch a hair on Y/N's head. Not while I'm around." He insists.

Your heart skips a beat as you walk off with Damian. You're a bit taken aback by his sudden protectiveness of you. But you don't exactly hate it either.

Damian walks you up to your hotel room and stops at the door. You silently fish out your keycard from your purse and unlock the door.

"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable back there." Damian rubs the back of his neck. "It's just...I like you Y/N. And I hate that Finn and everyone else is acting so damn childish about all of this!" He adds in frustration. "We're all adults. They shouldn't give a damn about who I'm getting drinks with."

"It's alright." You shake your head. "I like you too, Damian. I'd really like to get dinner sometime if that's alright. To hell with my idiotic cousin, right?" You joke.

Damian cracks a smile and nods. "Right. I'll message you later so we can make dinner plans." He adds. "Until then, have a good night, Y/N."

"You too, Damian." You agree and, after feeling a sudden burst of confidence, you stretch up to your tiptoes and kiss his cheek.

Damian chuckles and leans down a bit so you're not struggling to reach his face. You kiss his cheek properly and flash him a smile before slipping into your hotel room.

#wrestling #wwe fanfiction #wwe wrestling #damian priest #the judgement day #wrestling fanfiction #wrestling fic #wwe fic #wwe fanfic #syd's wrestling fics

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specialinterestshows · 11 months

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After the overwhelming one (1) note response, have the first third of my transmasc!reader x Judgement Day fic. Lead-up to smut.

Warnings for this section: f-slur

Want (Part 1/3)

It’s hard to believe you were able to save up enough to see WWE’s Monday Night RAW live; you had driven most of your coworkers to their wits’ end talking their ears off about how you couldn’t wait to make your goal so you could quit.

“And what are you going to do after that?” they sometimes asked, trying to poke holes in your plans.

You’d move to the next place, find the next job; maybe end up with something you’d want to stick with for a while. Hell, who knows: maybe you’d end up a wrestling groupie after this show. “Whatever I want.”

The roar of the crowd behind you brought you back to the present. You had managed to snag a spot in the front row and had already cheered, booed, and sung along to the theme of a few of tonight’s wrestlers, but you weren’t about to let the soreness in your throat stop you from enjoying yourself. You might, however, need to get some water. But was it worth leaving the front row? The show was about halfway through-

The lighting suddenly shifts and new music comes on, dark figures and lightning projecting on the tron.

Once the Judgement Day walked out of the gorilla - despite not being listed to fight that night - it became clear this was another “We run Monday Night RAW” speech. Your dry, sore throat is louder than the wrestlers, the announcers - even louder than the crowd currently booing the muscular group clad in black and purple. You decide to take this moment to go for water, pushing through the crowd and trying to remember where you last saw a water fountain.

After what must have been three full minutes of chugging water, you decide to take advantage of the building’s one-room restroom. You were sure you passed well enough to use the men’s restroom most of the time, but earlier years of transition still made the situation instinctively anxiety-inducing.

Upon leaving the bathroom, you hear a gruff voice huff “Finally” before getting shoulder-checked by a dude making a beeline for the door you just walked out of. You groan at the sudden hit to your shoulder and hear “Pft, fag” before the door slams shut.

“What the FUCK, ASSHOLE,” the words leave your mouth as if someone else is shouting them, the shock and anger sending a wave through your body.

You don’t even get a chance to calm down before an unmistakeable Australian accent barks out “How DARE you interrupt me!”

You feel your face getting unreasonably warm as you turn around to see Rhea Ripley marching directly towards you, the rest of the Judgement Day closely behind. Oh fuck.

The interviewer they left behind gestures to the camera to stop filming.

“No one interrupts Mami” Dominik Mysterio jeers, smirking.

“You disrespect one member of the Judgement Day, you disrespect all of us” it’s Finn Balor, standing close enough to punch you - if he really wanted to.

“So you’re going to make it up to ALL of us,” Damian Priest growls, the last to surround you.

[end part 1 of 3]

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/719312061520347136/want-part-23

#WWE #The Judgement Day #rhea ripley x reader #damian priest x reader #finn balor x reader #dominik mysterio x reader #Rhea Ripley x Dominik Mysterio #specialinterestshows presents #fic #want part I #kayfabe #transmasc!reader #monday night raw

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artificialqueens · 5 years

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Notebooks and Post-it's - Chapter 7 - (Branjie) - Thankyoumissvanjie

A/N: So alcohol abuse will start showing up a bit in this, so if that is not your jam, then here is your warning. Other than that. The angst train is still going strong.

Wait.

Brock.

In his bed.

“Mothershitting fuck ass titties. What you have gone and did, Miss Vanjie!?”

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The water was cascading down his back, the warmth releasing some of the tension that had built up there as a consequence of weeks of non-stop drag. Normally he would lean back and just bask in the sheer therapeutic power of a good and long shower. But right now he had other things to do.

His arms were softly running up and down José’s back, lathering him in soap, slowly working out any tension that was still residing in the smaller man’s body.

Placing a small kiss on his forehead he allowed himself to bask in this being allowed to see José like this.

Loose, soft and quiet.

This always happened after they had done something more aggressive.

Whenever they played a little rough, José would be a bit more clingy, almost emotionally raw. He needed touch and comfort to settle comfortably back in his body.

“You did so well, you were so good, baby,” Brock had subconsciously fallen into his old role as a doting partner. Praising and comforting José, not caring that doing this now would be painful in the morning.

“Babe? You wanna go to bed?” He felt the small nod against his chest and turned off the water.

If Brock didn’t know that this was how José reacted, he would have been scared by the eerie silence of him. But he knew what was going on and just kept being there to steady him. To slowly bring him back to the present.

Drying off the smaller man, he gently guided him back to the bed, caressing his cheek and tucking him in, just as he was about to get up from the bed in search of his clothes a hand grabbed his arm.

“Stay.” His eyes were pleading with Brock.

So he did. He got into bed and gathered José in his arms. His heart filled with a mixture of love and heartbreak. Feeling as if he had finally come back home, while also realising that it was only temporary.

This would hurt tomorrow. But right now that didn’t matter. Right now all that mattered was taking care of José.

He woke up slowly, feeling comfortable and warm. He snuggled into the hard planes of Brock’s chest - feeling comforted by the steady rise and fall, it almost killing him back to sleep.

Wait.

Brock.

In his bed.

“Mothershitting fuck ass titties. What you have gone and did, Miss Vanjie!?” If José had been more awake, he would have been impressed with how low his voice was as he cursed himself out - not even waking up Brock.

He tried to move, but the hand around him only tightened, making it even more difficult to get away.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whispered to himself, knowing that he needed to think of something to do before Brock woke up.

“José, babe?” The groggy voice from behind him took him back, making his heart skip a beat.

Shit.

Also what?!

“Fuck shit, wow. I am-“

“Brock, don’t I’m just so-“

“Sorry.” They said it at the same time, José almost screaming it, while Brock

They had both moved as far away from each other as they could without falling out of the bed.

For a fraction of a second, José could see some unidentifiable emotion in Brock’s eyes, but then he blinked and it was gone. The mask of indifference was back.

“Right, uhm. Yeah. I better. And uh…” he got up

“You have a plane you need to catch. Gotta get them maple syrup coins, bitch!”

“Yes, plane. Okay. Yeah.” Brock got up from the bed, his naked body quickly walking across the room to get to his clothes. José tried not to stare at his perfect ass and abs, but he knew it was a lost battle.

“Right, so when you be in London? Monday?”

“Yeah, I think so, gotta check with Steve though. You?”

“Jason gonna be escorting me like the motherfucking queen I am from Monday. He don’t think I can keep outta trouble on my own. I told him that he was boo boo the fool, cause trouble finds me like flames find fire, you know what I’m saying, Mami?” The small smile on Brock’s face told him that he had probably said something wrong, but it didn’t matter, cause he was smiling.

At him.

Fuck it.

As Brock had all his clothes on and was on his way out the door, José got up from the bed, naked and not giving a damn.

“Yo, Brooke Lynn?”

“Hmm?”

And then he kissed him. With everything he had. Pushing the taller man into the door, wanting to savour the taste of his lips and the feel of his body against his - not sure if this would be the last time. Ensuring that if it was that he would remember it all.

Brock quickly got over his shock and kissed him back filthily. Grabbing and pulling. Touching and feeling.

No talking, just sighs and the sounds of their lips meeting again and again.

They slowed down.

Softly pecking each other’s lips.

Until.

“José-” Before Brock even had a chance to finish his sentence, a finger was placed on his lips, effectively shutting him up.

“Shhh. See you in London, bitch. You gotta catch that plane.”

Brock almost stumbled his way back to his room. His mind a big mess of love, sorrow, phantom touches and just pure want. Every cell in his body wanted to return to José’s room, so he could once again hold him in his arms and pretend that he was his.

But he couldn’t. He had ruined all chances of that.

Swallowing down all of the emotion, he turned the corner and came face to face with Nina.

Who looked him up and down, disappointment and worry radiating off of her in waves.

Brock walked around her and opened the door to his room, knowing better than to talk about his private life in the hallway.

He rushed over to his suitcase, searching for a new outfit that wasn’t last night’s clothes, his skin itching to be rid of the memory of the night, while also wanting to never let it go.

“What are you doing?” The door closed softly behind his friend.

“Nina…” Slowly gathering clothes for the plane ride, he mostly just sighed, knowing that if he turned around he would be with the patented Nina is Not Amused™ Look something he wasn’t prepared for. So he simply started changing his clothes, not caring that Nina saw him, not caring that she would look at the marks on his back and the bruises that riddled his body from a mixture of drag and fucking.

“No really. What the fuck, Brooke?” The exasperation in her voice was what made him turn around.

“I don’t know. I don’t know, okay!” With only his workout pants on he stared at her, feeling tears prickling in his eyes, trying to fight back, not wanting to once again use Nina as a shoulder to cry on.

“I know it’s dumb. I know that it’ll destroy me In the end. But I just. I can’t stop. Every time I leave, I think to myself that this will be the last time. That this time, I will tell him that I can’t do this. But I just. I’ve missed him so much, and just getting a tiny sliver of him. That’s… enough,” seeing pity on her face made Brock look down at the shirt in his hands. He was too raw for this right now.

“One thing is fucking your ex, but… Jesus, B… sleeping over?” Of course, she would end up focusing on that.

“It was… it was an accident.” Which was true, despite it sounding ridiculous, even to his own ears, and as he looked back up at her, he knew that he needed to explain it.

“I… he needed me to stay, so I stayed.” He would never do that to him. Leaving him the raw and that frail.

Nope. Never.

“And what about your needs?”

“I need him. All the time. So I think we both got what we wanted from that.” Brock was not ready to give this up, mostly because he was scared of what would happen if completely lost José.

He started packing up his things. Though there wasn’t a lot to pack. The smaller queen had been right, he had pretty much everything ready for his trip.

“B… I-you deserve better,” Sweet and protective Nina, who just wanted what was best for him. It made Brock’s heart full of love that she cared this much for him. Even if she was wrong.

“No, I really don’t, but he does. I am just too selfish to let him go,”

“You did that last time?”

“Yet, here we are. Six months later and you and I are still talking about him. That reads as me having a problem.” Brock sat down on the bed, sending Nina a look grim acceptance. He knew that was he was doing was dumb.

“Have you tried to talk to him?”

“Yeah. He’s not interested in that, he only wants to fuck.” The self-deprecating laugh escaped Brock’s lips without his permission, “So I am doing what you said. I am writing down all the things I want to say to him. From fucking love letters and screaming matches to all these pathetic little speeches down in the notebook.” He let his head fall into his hands as he closed his eyes. Willing himself to find the coldness of Brooke Lynn Hytes.

Right now he needed the strength and indifference of that towering Blonde bitch instead of the mess of emotions that Brock was right now.

“You gonna be okay on the Europe tour?” The hand on his shoulder shook him out of his thoughts. He looked up at Nina and saw nothing but concern and love.

She was too nice.

“Yeah,”

“Will Brock also be okay?”

And knew him too well.

“… hopefully,”

José was trying to push down all his clothes, so they could fit into his suitcase.

“Every goddamn time. Did my titties grow four sizes or somethin’? How there ain’t no room, Jesus!” closing the suitcase he jumped on top of it, trying to push it together he could close it and get on his way.

“COME BERTHA!!!” He screamed as he wrestled with the zipper finally closing the last suitcase. It had only taken him 20 minutes to close.

A new record.

As he jumped back up he quickly gave the room a once over, trying to see if he had forgotten anything.

And then he saw them.

The yellow post-its that were all crumpled up on the table under the TV.

“Shit, Miss Hytes better not have seen these.”

José quickly gathered the post-its seeing the crossed-out words that he had written out before Brock had shown up.

I’ll be thinking about them toes until I see you

We should probably

I love y-

Thank God that Brock hadn’t read these.

Having dragged his body through check-in and security with his red hoodie draped across him like a shield against the rest of the world, Brock finally, finally, found himself sitting in his first-class seat. Ready for the four hours of quiet he would have before the Drag mania started again.

Searching for his airpods in his pocket, he came in contact with some paper.

“Huh, what’s this?” he mumbled to himself, as he extracted the paper.

A yellow post-it. Who’d have thought that something so insignificant would make his heart falter?

They wouldn’t be seeing each other for a week. What could he possibly want? Could it be something new?

Don’t get your hopes up. His head whispered.

Too late. His heart replied.

Reading the note, Brock felt as if the air had been knocked out of him.

Remember lube, Mami. V

He had probably slipped it into his pocket during the kiss farewell. The kiss that had left Brock puzzled as it was the first time they had done that since this whole thing had begun.

Brock had stupidly thought that it was because there was more to the sex than… well, sex.

Apparently, he was wrong.

Fuck it.

“Yes, hello. Could I get a Vodka Soda, please? If you have any lemon, that would be great, thank you.”

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