#a what if: lindsey found someone she was actually kinda pissed with

[comfy-whumpee]

TGIF

Weekends weren’t meant to be work days, but it wasn’t really work, was it?

 Cat didn’t have to know.

 “Thank God it’s Friday!” she sang, way too loud for the small space, and the guy jerked awake, fresh blood catching the light as his head snapped back and his mouth curled into a snarl. She grinned at him.

“Fuck off!” he snapped at her once he found his voice. “Fuck off with this shit, fuck you, let me go!”

 “Neeee-yope,” she said, smiling wider as disgust crossed his expression. She pulled brass knuckles from her overalls front pocket and slid them on.

 He finally noticed what she was doing, and he swore again. “Get your fucking hands off me, don’t fucking touch me.”

 “Brad, Brad, chill out. I’m gonna do whatever the fuck I want to you, okay?”

 “You can’t just – what the hell are you talking about?”

 She punched him. His face cracked under the metal around her fingers and he choked out in pain.

 “One!” she laughed. “What was it, fourteen – fourteen weeks, you held him captive? D’you think fourteen hits?”

 He spat, took a breath. Her hand slammed into his jaw. Something else gave. “Two!”

 Again he tried to speak. Probably to say something else disgusting. He choked on blood, and spat again, and a white bullet pinged against the floor amongst the red.

 She backhanded him for the third, enjoying the snap of her arm and the way his head flew sideways before he swung back on the chains, groaning breathlessly at the pull on his strung-up shoulders. She didn’t knock another tooth loose this time.

 “Three.”

 Each hit slams the metal into his face – and she aims, always, at the face. The jagged little edges she scratched into them cut deeply into him.

 “We’re doin’ it the old-fashioned way,” she sings, beaming as he stops trying to talk and starts trying only to breathe. “Four!”

 People like him thought they could get away with anything. Thought they could pick up some guy they didn’t know and just go to town. They hadn’t learned, like Lindsey had, that the real strategy was to pick your targets.

 “Five!”

 She wouldn’t have cared, really, but he shouldn’t have tried to move in on her turf. She owned that chatroom. It was her baby. He could come in with his shitty dumb questions about blades if he wanted, but the second he dropped his little hints about using them on people, she’d figured out his game.

 “Six!”

 She’d persuaded Cat to track him down. Catfished him, gotten enough details to dig up his real identity, and turned it around on him. All she’d had to do was promise she wasn’t gonna keep him. And she wasn’t!

 “Seven.”

 It was just a visit. She’d take the chain back when she was done. She’d leave him alive, probably. He’d think twice before slithering into someone else’s space again and trying to turn normal knife lovers into accessories to his crimes.

 “Eight. Oh, that hurt, didn’t it?”

 His face was a pulp. Bruised, bleeding, swelling across his cheeks, he was a mess.

 Okay, so maybe the knuckledusters hadn’t been a good idea, but it was fun. He did have some distinctive marks that would hopefully scar. But who was she kidding? She was a knife girl through and through.

 She pulled up his shirt and began to carve.

 “Nine. We’re gonna do five of these, alright? Chest, back, shoulders, forehead.”

 “Ff,” he tried, “ff-hk. Forehead?”

 “Yeah!” She was already finishing off the first. “Look, I know you’re trying to keep your little hobby quiet, but if you like torturin’ folks, let them know. People should let their colours fly, right? Don’t hide who you are and all that?”

 He was still glaring at her. The knife drove through the skin of his shoulder, blood waterfalling off it. She was cutting deep. Number nine knife, long as her hand, a ceramic blade tapering to a razor point. She went all the way down.

 “No more words, eh?”

 Second shoulder. He huffed ragged breaths.

 She pushed his head forwards to do his back, as big as she could fit. She made no effort to be gentle.

 “My wife would be so pissed if she knew I was doing this.”

 The wound glistened, huge and lurid. She giggled as she prodded it with the hilt of the knife and he almost screamed. Every time he inhaled his ribcage expanded and the cracks widened briefly. Cat would spray that with something, make sure it got infected, so it would really scar.

 Last one, last one. She didn’t have it in her to stroke his hair back, smile at him, say something cutesy as she hurt him. She fisted his hair, grinned sharply, and pressed the knife’s tip against his skull.

 “When this is all healed up it’ll look so deliberate,” she tells him, as she draws the pale blade through his equally pale skin. “Hella fucked up, but deliberate.”

 There was almost a whimper in his throat as she turned the angle.

 “I’d tell you to stay away from people, but I think they’ll all stay away from you, won’t they?”

 There’s no anger left. His tough-guy act is all gone. She finishes carving the last word, slaps him hard enough to make him dazed, and unravels the chains.

 “But stay out of my circles, okay?”

  He falls to the floor like a sack of trash, and she leaves him there, sobbing into a pool of his own blood.

[13uswntimagines]

She Might be a Forward, but You’re a Keeper (Emily Sonnett x Reader)

Request: Emily x reader where r doesn’t have the best reputation and is sorta known for being a troublemaker but once Emily comes into the picture everything changes. Livin’ The Dream by Morgan Wallen is what made this pop into head.

Author’s Note: Firstly, Firerfly and i thank the one voter so much for voting for this fic. Secondly this almost didn’t happen because my dumbass deleted from the doc just seconds after we had finished it. Thank you to @literaryhedgehog​ for saving it. 

“You have to do it Sonnett,” Lindsey said sternly, taking a sip of her drink and ignoring Emily’s puppy eyes. She wasn’t going to feel bad about this. It was only fair, since she was the one who got them caught. 

“Yeah,” Rose added, crossing her arms. “consider it your punishment for not following through on our prank on Pino.” Meghan had been pissed, and the lecture they had gotten did not seem to fit the crime, especially since they had been stopped. All they wanted to do was start an itsy bitsy prank war. Where was the harm in that?

“Oh come on.” Emily whined, glancing back and forth between the two girls and the woman standing on the other side of the room. “She would have murdered me if I let you put blue dye in her shampoo,” Emily said, her bottom lip trembling. 

“And now Y/n might kill you so we’re even,” Lindsey shrugged, fighting a smile. Whatever way this ended, it would be entertaining for her. 

Some might think that that it was a gross overstatement, but it wasn’t. You had a reputation. A terrifying history of explosions on the pitch, and a complete lack of approachability off of it. You didn’t give a shit what anyone thought, Alex and Kelley being the only exception, but you had known them forever so it didn’t count. 

You didn’t have many friends (contrary to what the public though), but you were viciously loyal to the people you actually let get close to you. 

The youngins had been warned that you did whatever (and whoever) you wanted and they should steer clear. You wouldn’t mess with them as long as they didn’t mess with you. 

The problem was that the blond defender was smitten from the first moment she saw you this season. When she had first joined the team you had just been another veteran and the excitement of joining the national team had overshadowed everything else. But then you transferred to Washington during Club season and she started noticing you everywhere.  Partially because you were everywhere- weaving around the field and her vision, at team events and now here at camp, and… she might have been caughts staring once or twice. Maybe Emily had tripped over her own feet a few times because she accidentally got distracted by the sight of you pouring water over your head after a hot practice, who's to say. Either way,  her two meddling best friends knew about her little crush and had decided to use it as blackmail. 

“I hate you guys,”  Emily said, downing half her drink for liquid courage. 

Lindsey rolled her eyes and shoved the defenders shoulder. “No you don’t,” 

“You better get your ass over there before she starts flirting with another girl,” Rose said with a disinterested wave of her hand, motioning towards the dejected Brunette walking away from you. There was a parade of women all night, and it seemed none of them were having any luck. 

Your eyes followed the woman as she left, but your face didn’t betray any emotions, appearing completely uncaring to anyone who happened to glance in your direction. 

Emily nodded. It was now or never she supposed. 

*****

You took an uninterested sip of you beer, swirling your finger around the glass when you set it back down on the bar. You had never exactly found team bar nights fun. It felt like thousands of people would come up and talk to you (and call you by name) and expect you to instantly be their friend. 

You didn’t need anymore friends. 

You took another sip of your flat beer, making a mental note to chastise Alex later for her terrible bar choice, and stared listlessly at the football (American style) game on the tv. 

“Hey, wanna hear a joke about paper?” You turned slowly to look at the speaker. You squinted at the blond defender, tilting your head to the side, not letting your surprise that a youngin actually had the balls to talk to you off the pitch show on your face. 

She scratched the back of her head grinning impishly at you. “Never mind, it’s tearable.”

You raised your eyebrow at the woman, you lips ticking up slightly at her adorable fidgeting. 

That seemed to give her confidence, as she set her drink down and slid into the unaccompanied stool next to you. 

“Why didn’t the vampire attack Taylor Swift? She had bad blood.” 

You suppressed your snort at the terrible joke, hiding it behind a sip of your bad beer. 

“It’s more fun if you actually let me respond before you hit me with the punchline,” You smirked, thoroughly entertained by the pink starting to bloom on the defenders cheeks. 

“Oh, my bad.” Emily said, making an embarrassed face. “Sorry, I often tell dad jokes- most of the time he laughs!’

This time you did snort, the smile you were holding back finally cracking across your lips. 

“Just most of the time? Sounds to me like you need to get a better one,”

“Is that a challenge I hear?” Emily said, a wicked gleam in her eye. A terrible joke competition was right up her alley.

“Not at all. I could never compete with someone with your… particular skill set. You should be a magician because you just make girls disappear,” You wiggled your fingers, mimicking a magical motion. 

“Ouch,” Emily said, holding back giggles. 

“You could let me ice that burn as consolation,” You shrugged, also holding in a giggle. 

“Nah, I just need to wait a little for it to warm back up. You know what the hottest time of day is?”

“No, what?”

“Two- flirty!”

You cackled loudly, nearly throwing your head back. 

****

“Is the Ice Queen actually smiling?” Kelley asked, sliding into the booth beside Alex, passing a disgustingly fruity drink to her girlfriend. 

“It appears so,” Alex nodded, pushing the stupid mini unbrella out of her way to take a sip. 

Her eyes followed your laughing form, taking in how your eyes lit up, and the way you leaned closer to the blond defender. It wasn’t your typically cocky posture when you talked to girls, you seemed much more unguarded. 

“Who knew Junior had it in her. I never thought she’d work up the courage,” Kelley smirked over the edge of her drink. Emily’s crush on you wasn’t a secret (to the two of them at least), but they never dreamed Emily would actually make a move. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen Y/n look at anyone like that.” Alex started thoughtfully. “Well maybe-”

“We don’t speak her name Alex,” Kelley interrupted with a glare. They didn’t talk about your previous relationship. It had nearly ruined you completely. 

Rose and Lindsey joined Alex and Kelley where they were standing, all four trying to hide the fact that they were staring at you and Emily together. 

“You enjoying the show too?” Rose said, shaking her head slightly as she watched. What the heck could you two be talking about? For a few seconds she saw you talk animatedly then - in unison with Emily - double over in laughter. 

“You know something about this that we don’t?” Alex asked, glancing at the two younger players. 

Rose and Lindsey exchanged a look. “Sonnett’s only over there because we made her,” Lindey said. 

“How?”

“Told her we’d rat her out to Vlatko for the snack incident last camp,” Rose shrugged. Revenge was best served with blackmail. 

“I didn’t know she had a soft side,” Lindsey said after a few minutes. 

“Only a few people actually get to see it,” Kelley shrugged. You were guarded but not heartless. It just took a special touch to break that cast iron shell. 

****

“Okay, okay. So I know a guy who's great at soccer but is super untidy.”

“You do?” You asked, biting your lip. You weren’t sure why you were suddenly nervous. 

“Yeah, he’s just a Messi guy!” Emily said, already laughing on the last word. 

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “I think these are just getting worse,” 

“Oh come on, you were the one who told the one about a frog liking hoppy beer,” Emily said, rolling her eyes. “I think that one was objectively worse.”

“Whatever you say cutie pie,” you said, leaning forward on your hand. You weren’t usually this interested in conversation. You were more of an… in and out kinda girl. But there was something about Emily that intrigued you. That pulled you in and made you want to know more about her than just her bedroom preferences. 

“Pie sounds so good right now,” Emily said sighing deeply. “I don’t even have a joke to go with that, I just like pie. Although I think I read one at some point for Pi day, I could google it…” 

“I don’t know any jokes either, but I do know a place pretty close to here if you wanted to ditch these losers,” You offered, picking idly at your napkin. 

“Losers? I didn’t know the men’s team was here!” Emily smirked. You didn’t know if she was blowing you off, or just completely missed what you were implying. 

“See that one was actually a good one. Those idiots wouldn’t know how to score if they were shooting at the broadside of a barn,” You shook your head. Half of the women’s team midfield had better finishing stats than all the men’s forwards. They were terrible. 

“Oh come on. They’re not that bad. At least 9% of them are keepers,” Emily laughed. “Well that’s their position anyway. But yes, I would love to go get some pie with you. Just don’t tell Dawn I broke my diet.” 

“No promises Princess,” You said standing, and holding out your hand to the woman. You kissed the back of her hand when she laced her fingers with yours, earning yourself another giggle. 

It made your heart flutter, and you just wanted more. 

“You sure you’re okay missing the end of the party?” Emily said hopefully, scanning as if to make sure no one would waylay you on your way out the door. The last thing she wanted was to get stopped by one of your parade of brunettes. 

“Better than okay. The word happiness might start with an H, but mine starts with U.” 

[piiratelovesyouyou]

My opinion on 7x07 - I know no one asked but whatever lmao

First of all let me start off by saying CONGRATS TO LINDSEY! so cool I really hope she gets the opportunity to direct more stuff in the future. She did an amazing job

THIS was a good episode and I’m surprised because I was looking at live tweets like at 2am and really thought this wasn’t gonna be good

I felt majority of the episode was more about the characters and the last 5 secs was focused on the plot lmao

Madi and Jackson’s therapy session was just pure. Madi has really gone through so much and I just need her to be happy now. Ok can Jackson give therapy sessions to everyone because they 100% need it!

Gabriel ...I’m sorry but I STILL believe he has a end game here like he MUST! I really don’t wanna believe he’s doing all this to solve a life long puzzle. I love his character too much, I really wish he was apart of earlier seasons along with Diyoza and hope and the rest of these incredible actors

I LIVED like LIVED for sheidheda and Murphy’s scenes like them playing chess and going back and forth...genius. They are both amazing actors! We got a lexa mention!!!!!! I wonder if we will actually see her this season I mean I hope so as well as other characters we have lost along the way!

JR Plays sheidheda so well

Lmao when Murphy and sheidheda were arguing about who united the clans, I was like NO Octavia united them bitches. I kinda wish Luna got a mention too

I was genuinely SCARED for both emori and Murphy this episode. I really thought emori was gonna die, I really enjoyed her scenes this ep. I think emori is so underrated! However apart of me thinks she’s enjoying being a prime a bit too much and I want her to snap out of it.

Also who does Nikki thinks she is?! Emori can be a savage please don’t underestimate her.

Did I care when Nelson killed his dad? No. I’m sorry but what kind of fucking father is that?! These prime believers piss me off so much. Nelson don’t become a doormat to Nikki

Ofcourse when Indra leaves everything goes to shit

HOPE AND DIYOZA MAN! Diyoza is the best mother this show has ever had and that is saying ALOT lmao. It must be so heartbreaking for Diyoza to have seen her daughter has spent 15 years without her and she’s only spent like a week away from her. Madness

When hope was like to Diyoza ‘I don’t wanna hurt you’ LMAO HOPE YOU DONT WANT THAT SMOKE!!! in all seriousness tho that scene hurt my feelings

OMFDAYYS BEARDLESS BELLAMY SHIT MAN! Bob is HOT with a beard but I swear he is the 1% that look even better without it

I didn’t mind the becho scene all that much coz it is what it is at this point. I did like when echo said ‘your sister is your strength’ and then Bellamy told her that ‘her loyalty is her weakness’ I really just want echo to thrive and not be so attached to someone else whether it’s roan or bellamy. I loved when echo was also like ‘this isn’t real’ yh it ain’t lmao

I love echo and Octavia being on the same side like let me clear by saying I’m all here for Octavia trying to comfort echo BUT how can she say ‘you’re my family too’ if the writers had worked on that relationship more then I would’ve been like ‘awww cute’ BUT they haven’t and that felt like a wtf moment! I felt like maybe she said it because that’s what Bellamy would’ve wanted idk It also bugs me that Octavia isn’t really mourning for Bellamy and this is why I feel like she doesn’t think he’s dead

Ok I did not think they would become soldiers

What is it with these characters putting blood on their faces man?

No levitt today?

CLARKE AND THE GUYS ARE IN BARDO FUCK YES! Did anyone else tear up when Clarke found out about Bellamy omg

If I hear Clarke is the 🔑 one more time and I don’t get told why IMMA FUCKING SCREAM

HOLY SHIT BILL CADAGON! YES YES YES! What war and against who?

Looks like next ep we might just find out

Also if Bill is the Shepherd then are these disciples fucking sheep lmao?

BECCA in the next episode man omg

We are already half way through the season and I wouldn’t say I’m blown away but the second half has A LOT of potential if they keep focus on ALL the characters and give us a good fucking plot then it’s gone be LIT

I just wanna end this crazy long post by saying - BELLAMY IS NOT FUCKING DEAD and he’s definitely with Gaia!

[doubletriplepowerbomb]

Caveman

Roman Reigns x OC: highschool! AU

Request for anon

A/N: Oh lord hello. Okay I know I’ve been dead but I’m back and this is only chapter one! I promise it gets better after this. I tried a thing so bear with me please. Anyway. Enjoy chapter one of Caveman :)

Word count: 5050+

Warnings: angst and swears

Tags: @jenn0755 @zappyzoodle @disturbthepearls @lost-in-the-stories @lithesxx @racingandreigns @rocketgirl2410 @vebner37 @therianfurry46 @littlelunaticfringe @finnbalorlover21 @winged-time-criminal @mrsnegan25 @xfirespritex @wefunloveruniverse @mrsambroserollinsacklesmgk

Everyone had the same answer if you asked them to describe Roman Reigns. Athletic, but stupid. Popular, but alone. Girls thought he was hot, but they were scared of him. He’s a giant. A 6’3”, 200-something pound monster who plays football and lacrosse and is known to be extremely violent. They say he has no concept of other people’s pain. He’s dumb as a brick wall and doesn’t know his own strength. A mindless soldier, who’s getting into college on a sports scholarship.

But that’s what everyone said. I just had a really hard time believing it. Sure, I’ve seen him play football and lacrosse. I go to all the games, I take the pictures for the yearbook. But even if I didn’t have to go to all the games, I’d still go. I watch Roman play. He racks up a lot of penalties per game, but it’s because his coach only tells him to hit whoever gets in the way. And he hits hard. I just had a feeling that there was no way Roman could only be what everyone says he is.

I kept my distance from him though. I smiled in the hall and sent him the pictures of him that I took. I kept to myself though, I didn’t want to ever give up how madly in love with him I was. He didn't seem to be distracted by girls though. I would hear his father screaming at him from the sidelines, he would never allow Roman to have a girlfriend while he was in season. I wasn’t trying to be his girlfriend, I was just crushing on him. Hard. I had been since middle school.

And I was very good at keeping my distance these past few years. Until the first day of our senior year, he approached me in the hall. It was the first time I had seen real emotion in his grey eyes. I saw fear.

“Lindsey.” He began as I paused my music and pulled my headphones out. “I need your help.” I nodded for him to continue. I didn’t talk much, to anyone. “I need a tutor, bad. You have straight A’s right?” His voice was desperate.

“You want me to tutor you?” He nodded his head and put on a hopeful grin. It melted me right away and I said yes. I knew it was a bad idea, but he intrigued me. I’d learn more about him this way I guess.  

He explained to me that his low math grades would keep him out of his senior year football season. I nodded along but I didn’t really believe him. Mr. Ruiz was the athletic director at Lakeside High School and all he cared about was football and boys lacrosse. Both sports Roman played and had varsity spots in as a freshman. I didn’t believe that with such a biased program, anyone would ever tell Roman Reigns he couldn’t play. But I didn’t question him. I simply told him that I could tutor him during lunch or after school. He asked me this on a Wednesday and we worked out that we’d start next week.

I went into my study hall that day bubblier than I should’ve been on the first day of school. My best friend Baron was sitting at a desk in the back and I skipped over to him. Baron had been one of my best friends since we were little. He was my first friend in elementary school and we’ve stayed close through high school. We’re even going to prom together. Not because we like each other, but because we made a pact. We mutually hate almost everyone else in our grade so we’re gonna go together, as friends. But prom is in June and it’s September so that didn’t matter too much.

“You’re kidding right?” Baron said. His voice lacked the enthusiasm I thought he’d have for me. “You’re gonna tutor that caveman?”

I kinda just stared at him for a little. His words shocked me. Baron has always made fun of me for having a crush on Roman. He always found it funny that I would like someone so dumb. But despite the teasing, Baron was my best friend. And he knew that ever since 6th grade I’ve had a crush on Roman. After a long silence on my part, I spoke up. “Are you not happy for me?”

“Happy for you? Lindsey, I’m gonna start planning your funeral.” I didn’t respond. I just scrunched my nose. “He’s gonna get mad about math or something else he can’t understand and take it out on you. To him, everyone is just someone he can hit. Look I know you can hold your own, but you can’t against him.”

What the hell is he talking about? Is he really scared for my well being? I’m tutoring someone, not going into boxing. I didn’t argue with him. I didn’t want to get into a fight with my best friend over a boy I’m tutoring. So I agreed with him. I told him he was right and I told him that I’d tell Roman to find another tutor.

Except, I didn’t agree. And I didn’t tell Roman.

The rest of the week went by normally; ice breakers, class syllabuses, and basic assignments to get you into the swing of things. I blatantly lied to Baron though. He thinks I’m not tutoring Roman. Luckily, Baron doesn't have lunch when Roman and I do and I’ll just have to keep my composure in study hall.

Friday night came quickly and Lakeside had its first football game. Roman played but rumors went around the bleachers that he wasn’t supposed to. There were also rumors that he had a tutor so he’ll be able to play. Nobody knew that tutor was me, so everything was fine.

The weekend flew by quickly and I got a text from Roman after 3rd period on Monday. Can we study in the library today at lunch? I texted back yes and watched the clock as I got closer and closer to 6th period.

The bell signalling the end of 5th period finally rang and I practically jumped out of my seat. I get to spend a whole period alone… with Roman Reigns, the most gorgeous boy in school. Despite me wanting to sprint, I walked as slowly as I could to the library. I wanted him to get there first.

When I got there he was sitting at a back table in the corner, devouring a sandwich. I smiled and walked over to him. He looked up from his sandwich and smiled with a closed mouth. He waved me over and finished chewing before I sat down. “Hey, sorry about the library. I won’t be able to focus in the cafeteria. All the football guys are kinda on my ass about the whole tutor thing.” I think that was the most I’ve ever heard him speak. His voice was extremely quiet, despite screaming on the football field. I guess he was just shy in school because he wasn’t comfortable.

“It’s no problem, so, what are we doing?” I asked with a smile. I got the feeling that everyone who had spread and believed those rumors about him had never actually spoken to him.

“Uh, we’re graphing functions… I think.” I knew that’s what he was doing. I took pre-calculus last year when I was a junior. I saved all my notes and everything from that class. Roman pulled out his folder and opened to the notes he took. They were probably the worst notes I had ever seen. I didn’t want to change his whole system though so I got my notes out from last year and opened to the first section: graphing functions.

The 45 minute lunch period went by quickly, but Roman was able to semi-understand what happened in class today and get his homework done.

A week went by and nothing changed. During 6th period we’d sit alone together and I’d help him and that was the only interaction we ever had. I’d see him in the hallway and make eye contact with him but I never got anything from him. No smile, no nod, no acknowledgement. I didn’t really mind too much though. It's not like I was expecting a high school rom-com.

Okay… maybe I wanted that… but I knew it wasn’t gonna happen.

Roman had a quiz on Friday and if he failed it, he wouldn’t play in his game that night. That was the system Roman’s math teacher worked out with Mr. Ruiz. If he fails a test, he can’t play in the game that comes after it. It was an odd system but I didn’t want to put my nose where it didn’t belong, so I didn’t ask.

I waited with Roman in the hallway after his first math quiz, his teacher handed him his test with a frown. Originally, I thought the frown meant that Roman failed but when I looked at his grade I saw a 78. A 78 was a C, he passed. Why was the teacher frowning? And why did he look so pissed off when he handed Roman his test?

I quickly forgot about his teacher’s face when I felt Roman’s warm hand on my shoulder. “Thanks for helping me pass. I’ll see you at the game. We’re playing Shoreview. It’s gonna be a good game, you’ll get some good pictures.” His hand fell from my shoulder and his fingers brushed my arms, leaving goosebumps in their path. And with that, we went our separate ways.   

This week, the rumors about Roman and his tutor still swirled, except this time, I was included.

“I heard Lindsey is his tutor…”

“Nuh uh, she isn’t just his tutor…”

“He definitely fucks her…”     

“I’d fuck him…”

“I don't understand how she isn’t afraid of him…”

“I think he’s terrifying…”

“Everyone thinks he’s terrifying…”

“Lindsey doesn't…”

“I see them at the library every day during lunch…”

“I’ve seen them make out under the stairs…”

I rolled my eyes, everyone was so stupid. It was almost like they wanted me to hear them. But thank god Baron wasn’t at this game. He would’ve been pissed. And okay, I knew Baron was gonna find out eventually, but I just didn't want to tell him yet. I knew he’d get mad and I didn't feel like dealing with that.

This Friday’s game was great too. Roman played incredibly and it was pretty apparent that he was needed on the team. I was starting to see why he wanted a tutor so badly. I was also starting to see how much I was letting my “little crush” affect me. As I was going back through the pictures I took of that game all I could see was number 96. 80% of my pictures were of Roman. I felt so stupid. I was so caught up with watching him play I only took pictures of him. Obviously, other players were in them, but in most of them, he was centered.

I sent the photos out anyway, but I didn't send Roman every single one of the photos I took. I couldn't, there were too many.

The weekend flew by like usual and I was back in school. Monday morning was boring but after school got exciting. I heard the buzz in 4th period, apparently there was a fight in the hallway. One kid got his ass kicked and other got suspended. Roman was the kid who got suspended. I heard that the other kid was talking shit about him and he kicked his ass before getting pulled off of him by a gym teacher. Roman went straight to the principal’s office and got suspended for 3 days.

Almost exactly as the bell to end fourth period rang, I got a text from Roman. Hey Lindsey can we study at your house tonight? I got suspended. I wasn’t surprised, I had already heard the rumors. Yeah I heard, what happened? And yeah no problem. You can come at 6. My phone buzzed again with Roman’s explanation. This dumbass junior was talking shit. Kinda lost my temper I guess. I scoffed, yeah kinda.

I was walking to study hall and I saw Baron smiling to himself while going through his phone. “What are you all smiley about?” I asked once finally reaching his desk.

Baron looked up from his phone and smirked at me. “Your caveman got suspended today. He got into a fight with an underclassmen.” I rolled my eyes, why was he so happy that Roman got suspended? “Aren’t you glad you don’t tutor him? He could have beaten the shit out of you.” I didn’t argue, I just nodded my head. Telling Baron that I knew Roman would never hit me probably wouldn’t do anything positive for the situation, so I kept my mouth shut.

As the day dragged on, the rumors about Roman got worse. First, he beat up a junior for talking shit. Then it was a sophomore for being an asshole. But as people got increasingly more bored, the rumor made Roman look worse and worse. By the end of the day Roman had apparently beaten a freshman that got lost to a pulp. They said that the freshman got beaten so bad that the staff couldn't even recognize who he was. I rolled my eyes upon hearing all of these. Roman told me what happened, but I couldn’t argue anyone so I didn’t.

At 6:03, my doorbell rang. Something about this made my heart race. I don’t know why I cared so much about this. Roman Reigns is a complete dipshit. I had no idea why should I care about him but I did. Roman didn’t seem to be as eager as I was about this. I had a smile on my face when I opened the door, but seeing his stoic expression made my face straighten.

“Hey Roman.” My voice was light and happy. Roman’s voice was deep and monotonous. He did not sound happy to be here. “So what are we doing tonight?” I asked, leading him to the kitchen.

“I don’t know. pre-calc?” He sounded incredibly pissed off. Almost like if someone broke is pencil he’d flip his shit.

“Pre-calculus? Like everything we’ve done so far?” My voice dropped out when I saw his face. He was serious. He didn’t really understand pre-calculus.

“Yes. Lindsey.” I couldn’t help but stare at him, I couldn't believe how anyone could be so dumb, I’ve been tutoring him for two weeks now and he hasn’t retained anything. “What. You think it’s funny? I’ve had a tutor for weeks now and I’m still failing!”

“Well, Roman you have to try. You can’t expect to magically get good grades just because you have a tutor now.” I said sitting down at the kitchen table.

“Well that’s what happens with all the other guys.” Roman was mumbling. I raised my eyebrows at him.

“Huh?”

Roman rolled his eyes at me. How does she not know? “Every other guy on the team who needed a tutor picked someone who would do the work for them.” I creased my eyebrows. “C'mon you’re smart. How do you not know this?” His tone of voice was snappy.

“Well I figured you cared about your grades.” I was starting to see why he chose me. Did he think I would do it because I like him?

“I don’t give a shit about my grades, Lindsey. I wanna play football. And I can’t. I still can’t. Cause you haven’t helped.” Roman still hasn’t sat down.

“What is your definition of helping?” I asked, my voice raised.

“Do the work for me. Help me cheat. C’mon you got a crush on me don't you?” He seemed unphased. Like the words spilling from his mouth weren’t wrong.

“You’re kidding.” I said. I stood up and walked around the kitchen table. “You really think that I’m one of those spineless girls who will do favors for you because you’re an attractive football player? I could be doing anything else but I’m here trying to help you, not because I have a crush on you, but because I thought you needed help.” I was moving towards him as I spoke. He still didn’t seem phased. At all.

“This isn’t a favor for a friend. We aren’t friends, Roman. We’ve barely spoken before this year and you’re still a dick. You ask me for my help and I genuinely wanted to help you. Now you come to me saying ‘oh I’m too stupid to do this so can you?’ You have a person who understands the topic and is good at teaching it and you still can’t do jack shit.” I was now standing face-to-face (more like face-to-chest) with Roman. I tried my best to be assertive, but it was difficult. He stood 8 inches above me and he was a hell of a lot bigger. Roman’s broad shoulders, his dark hair and features paired with his size made him look intimidating. I tried to stay strong though.

Roman looked down at me with a smirk. “What are you gonna do? Not tutor me? There goes your extra credit.”

I laughed, I didn’t mean to laugh, but I did. “You seriously didn’t just say that. You really just threatened me? Try to use that brain of yours and tell me, do you really think I need that extra credit? Take your time now, I wouldn’t want you blowing a fuse up there.”

“You wouldn’t not tutor me.” He said smugly. He was so stupid.

“You’re sure?” I smiled sweetly. I could feel my blood boiling.

“Certain.” His smirk made me want to punch him in the face. Idiot. I pushed myself away from him and walked towards the door. “What are you doing?”

“I’m not tutoring you. You’re a fucking idiot who doesn’t deserve my time.” I undid the top lock on the front door, not breaking eye contact with Roman.

“Without me, the school will barely have a team.” He was threatening me. Seriously.

“You think I give a shit about our school’s football team?” I opened the bottom lock. “You think I’ll be sad to see you fail? It’ll be great to see reality punch you in the face” I turned the doorknob. “You’re an egotistical douchebag and you don’t deserve me or my time at all!”

“You’re attracted to me.” He paced towards me. The smirk on his face was so hot and so fucking annoying at the same time. I hoped he couldn't tell how overwhelmed I was. 

“Don’t fucking flatter yourself, caveman. You ain’t shit.” God I prayed I wasn’t blushing. I would die if he knew. He’s a complete douchebag and the single most vain, egotistical, stubborn... muscular, gorgeous, convincing, hypnotizing, perfect… what the fuck? Where am I? He noticed I was trailing off, he got closer, he smelled wonderful. “Ugh Roman get out!” I pressed my hands to his chest and shoved as I yelled. Holy shit he was muscular. Ugh, Lindsey, pull yourself together!

I slammed the door on him and pressed my back against the closed door. I felt something sinking in my gut. I was feeling disappointment. I don’t know maybe I just hoped- I hoped. I’m just as much of an idiot as he is.

A week passed. I haven’t spoken to or even seen Roman since that night. He failed his math quiz on Wednesday and he sat the bench during that Friday night’s football game. The rumors swirled around the bleachers.

“I heard he cheated on her…”

“I heard she flipped on him for no reason…”

“That’s what I heard…”

“I heard he hit her...”

“I heard she got a restraining order…”

I didn’t answer to anyone’s whispers. I was too busy looking at Roman on the bench. I saw his face, he looked miserable. I felt guilty but I quickly shook it off. He chose me because he thought I was a stupid girl with a crush who would do his work for him. He deserves to be on the bench. Unsurprisingly, Lakeside didn’t win that game. Our QB got sacked multiple times and we just didn't have the intensity and strength that we needed. It probably would've been different if Roman was playing. He knew it. The team knew it. Everyone knew it.

We made eye contact after the game. He looked sorry but I didn’t care. I looked at him with a smirk and shrugged my shoulders. I saw his face get angry. He walked away from the bench and walked quickly towards me.

He shoved through the remaining cheerleaders and stood at the fence.

I spoke before he could. “How was the bench, caveman?” I asked raising my eyebrows.

“Fuck you.” He said. His voice was loud, not many people were left. Most of the students left before the game ended.

I had an evil smirk on my face. “Geez, I was just asking a question.” I put my hands up in defense. I turned away from him and began walking to the parking lot. I didn’t have any car to go to, I just wanted to walk away.

“Lindsey!” His voice was even louder than before. I turned around to see him jogging towards me, he was fuming.

“What’s up, Roman? Was the wording of my question too hard for you to understand?” My voice dripping with sarcasm and fake concern.

“You’re a pretentious cunt, you know that.” His tone was icy and his words seemed to bite me. “A fucking bitch with a stick so far up her ass-” his words cut off as my hand slapped him across the cheek.

What nerve he had saying that shit to me? He used me and I’m the cunt? Dickhead. I didn’t know what was going through my head other than that I hated him. My face was furious and I drew my hand backwards. I felt absolutely no control in my body and I slapped him. Hard. Everything happened so fast and I had no clue what I was doing until it was too late.

My eyes widened and I slapped my hand over my mouth. His head barely moved, he just stared into my soul with cold, grey eyes. I lost my angry demeanor and felt fear rise from my gut.

“Roman.” I didn’t even know what to say. Despite what everyone said, in the two weeks I tutored him I had never once thought he was going to hurt me. But in this moment, I was convinced he was gonna beat the shit out of me.

I saw him smile and lick his lips. I backed up until I felt my back hit a wall. Roman put his large hands on both sides of me. He leaned more of his weight on his arms, his eyes still looked dead and I was getting increasingly more scared.

I closed my eyes and braced myself against the wall. I wasn’t expecting a punch or kick or anything but I was expecting to get hurt. Except I didn’t feel anything, maybe I was already dead. I peaked out of a half closed eye after a few long seconds then opened both my eyes completely, Roman was gone. I saw him trudging across the turf.

Roman realized what he was doing before his hand made contact with me. I didn’t notice him sigh and drop his hands to his sides before turning and walking up to the locker room. Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit. Dude, what the fuck? I almost hit her! She’s a girl and I almost hit her! She gives up her time for my sorry ass and I called her a cunt. I deserved that fucking slap. Fuck. He was also beginning to figure out that he was gonna need a tutor still, and that I was one of the few people willing to tutor him.

I turned to the parking lot and noticed Baron’s car in the lot. Oh shit. As I walked closer I noticed he was standing outside the door. “Lindsey what the fuck was that?” He was not happy.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, hoping to steer the conversation in a different direction.

“I wanted to make sure you had a ride home. Now answer me, what the hell was that. Why was Roman about to kill you?”

“I don’t… I don’t know.” I said. My answer seemed to piss Baron off.

“What the hell does that mean?” He snapped. I wasn’t expecting him to snap at me.

“I don’t know. I literally thought he was gonna hit me, but he walked away.”

“No Lindsey I saw that. I saw everything. Why was he there. Why are you even talking to him?” He was asking but I had a feeling that he knew.

“Well, I might be tutoring him.” I said quickly and quietly. Baron stopped short and I smacked my nose on my knee. “Ow Baron, what the fuck.”

“You’re tutoring him?!” Baron yelled. “Even after what I said!” My mind raced and my heart was still pounding after being convinced I was gonna get beaten by Roman Reigns. It was definitely not pounding because he was so close. That's totally not it.

Okay… maybe that was a part of it. But just a part.

Baron didn’t talk to me the rest of the way home and he didn't come inside when he dropped me off. He told me he didn’t want to see me tonight then drove off.

A few minutes later, I heard a knock at the front door. I figured it was Baron but then I realized that Baron doesn’t knock anymore. I got up from my spot on the couch and opened the door.

Dude. Leave. This is so weird. She probably isn't even home. No. I can’t sit out of another game. This was the worst night of my life.

I felt my stomach flip when I saw him in the doorway. He was still wearing jersey but instead of his football pants he was wearing sweatpants. His long black hair was pulled to the back of his head into a bun. His hair wasn’t as perfect as usual, it seemed like he did it in a rush. God, Lindsey, shut up about his hair. 

“What the hell do you want?” I asked. A part of me was happy to see him. A part of me was always happy to see him.

“I wanted to say sorry.” Roman’s voice was quiet and he sounded sincere. But I couldn’t believe him. I wanted to. But I couldn’t.

“Funny.” I said before closing the door. Roman’s hand against the door thudded loudly and he was beyond strong enough to hold it open.

“Gimme a week.” Roman said quickly. “A week… you tutor me and I’ll try and if I don’t get above a C on my tests you don’t ever have to deal with me again. I’ll leave you alone forever.”

I pursed my lips. I knew I was going to agree to his terms. But I didn't want to.

“Please, Lindsey. I know I was an asshole but I didn't pick you because I thought you had a crush on me, I swear. I picked you because you’re nice. I’m an idiot, everyone knows it. People are scared of me, but you aren’t…” he noticed I was trying to close the door again. “Please.” his voice raised and his tone got increasingly more desperate. “I can’t sit out of anymore games. I know you don't care but I really need to play. I wont get into college if I don't. I’ll try to do work I promise.”

Honestly I was gonna let him in a few sentences into his apology, but I wanted to hear what he was gonna say. I groaned and stood aside, letting him walk inside. Relief overtook Roman’s face and his features softened as he walked inside. “Thank you.”

“I haven’t said yes yet. I know what you just said, but you expected me to do all your work. I’m not gonna do that. I’m not an idiot with a crush. I’m not gonna do all your shit. You’re gonna try. And you’re also gonna explain what kind of system you have going right now cause it doesn't make sense. What did you work out with your teacher and Mr. Ruiz about you playing?” I didn't care about being nosy anymore. He pissed me off and I was gonna do whatever I wanted.

“Oh. Well, last year I had the same teacher, Mr Barnes. He hated me last year too. I didn't do any work and I failed a lot of my tests. He was pissed because our school doesn't really enforce the whole “low gpa-no sports” rule, especially with Mr. Ruiz. So this year, on the first day of school, Mr Barnes held me after class and told me that if I don't start doing better in his class I won’t be able to play. I didn't believe him at first but then Mr. Ruiz came in. He looked at me like he was sorry for me, like he thought he disappointed me or something. He explained everything, he’d lose his job if he didn’t enforce the rule, so they compromised. I have to start passing my tests, and if I don’t, I don't play.”

I looked around my living room and I hated myself for thinking the way I was. Everything was normal except for the gorgeous boy on my couch and I felt bad for him. It was Roman’s senior year and football really was his only way into college. I also had the biggest crush on him. I know. I know. I said I wasn’t a “spineless girl who would do favors for an attractive football player” but I kinda was. I didn't want to be. But I couldn't help it. “Fine. I’ll help you. But I’m serious, if I notice you're not trying or I find out you cheated, I’m not tutoring you. I will not do your work and you will not take me for granted. Deal?”

I couldn’t describe Roman’s expression, other than it being the cutest thing I had ever seen. I tried not to melt as he nodded at me. He was staring at me attentively with a grin on his face. I hated myself for giving in so easily. I hated myself for being so pathetic.

He picked me to tutor him because he thought I had a crush on him and I would do his work for him. He called me a cunt. But he came to my house and apologized and I melted at his feet. Ugh. 

I hated Roman Reigns. That caveman is gonna be be the death of me. I swear it.

A/N: okay I know it seems one sided right now but in chapter 2 someone else catches some feelings ;)))

part 2

[munchkinxcop-blog]

Jon Miller    Jon left his shift that night after filling in for someone, it has already been an entire month since he last talked with Lindsey about his current situation. He was on real thin ice on his job, and the Lawyer that took over his case was still busy with the case. Right now, he could really use a strong drink on a night like this. His only favorite place to go was going to be Molly's and maybe hang out with a few people. He got into his car and drove off after dropping his bag into the passenger seat with his uniform and other personal items.           When he arrived at Molly's it was a little crowded, with a sound of laughter right outside when he pulled into a parking spot. He turned the key to turn off the ignition and stepped out to make his entrance into the bar. There weren't a lot of people there that he noticed right away, so he found a spot at the bar to order up a drink from Dawson. They carried on a small conversation as he downed a couple of drinks and chewed on a few peanuts from the bowl in front of him-

Erin Lindsay -Erin’s nightly routine of stopping by Molly’s for her normal two drink limit had gone down to about twice a week now.  Her evenings were now usually spent showering and either preparing for her boyfriend to come over or to go to his place, leaving little time for her normal stops to hang out at Molly’s after work.  Tonight was different.  She had left the station a little earlier than usual and had made up her mind that an hour at Molly’s was happening before she went home.  Once she had parked, she walked in, catching a glimpse of Miller enjoying a drink which brought a smile to her face.  She wasn’t exactly fond of seeing Gabby, but it was inevitable given where she was choosing to have a drink.  Walking up behind Jon, she tapped his shoulder, but appeared to his other side, letting a laugh pass her lips.  “Long time, no see.”  She shook her head, taking a seat on the stool beside him.  Gabby presented her normal taste of beer before her, prompting a nod from Erin.  “I’m gonna get a table if you want to join me,” she said as she left the barstool she had rested upon, not being extremely fond of drinking around Gabby.

Jon Miller    Jon smiled when he saw Erin approach and nods by agreeing to take an empty table with her- "Sure." he answered and got up, then looked back at Gabby- "Thanks again, can I just get a beer as well?" he asked politely, and Gabby opened up a beer for him and placed it in front of him. After Jon took the beer, he walked over to find that Erin found a table for them to sit at- "Sorry that I haven't seen you. Been kinda busy with...you know, just stuff." he took a sip from his beer and placed it down onto the table in front of him- "Looks like you're doing pretty good, heard you guys got a big crime lord off the streets again. I take it you put the handcuffs on him right?"  He asked with a chuckle and sat back against his chair a bit-  "I was gonna talk with you the other day..after I left the Precinct. Voight, offered me to join the PD. He said that I would be a good fit or something, but I can't leave the Fire Dept. It's my life, but I am kinda afraid it's coming to a close. The Chief is thinking on putting me on disciplinary leave. It's not in my contract when I was hired to fire a gun, who knew right?"

Erin Lindsay Erin took a seat at a table and watched as Jon came around to join her.  She could only smirk as he mentioned the latest take down, shaking her head no.  “Actually, it wasn’t me that got to do that.  I did however get the honor of a knife to my throat just before the entire team was taken down.”  She mentioned, reliving the events in her mind that had haunted her sleep ever since.  She wasn’t one to talk about things, but to drop them in conversation as if they didn’t bother her in the slightest was completely her style.  “Yeah?” She asked, hearing him speak of Voight’s offer and why he couldn’t take it.  “Maybe you should give it some thought if Boden’s going to have to go the disciplinary round with you?”  She asked, though she knew Jon’s heart was in fire fighting.  “It’s different, I know, but you might be surprised.”  She added, wanting to be supportive for him, though she understood the inability to walk away from the thing that held passion for her.

Jon Miller    "I don't really know yet. I can't walk away from being a Firefighter. They would have to throw me out before I turn in my badge." he raised his beer up to take another quick sip and set it right back down- "Well at least you're still in one piece. I am sure it had to be terrifying, but it looks like you can still keep your cool no matter what. You have before, you still can." looking up and seeing a few people pass by their table as he continued a conversation with her for a while longer about other things besides the drama in his own life. It was always nice to talk with someone instead of just being by himself half the time. No one seemed to wanna talk about what happened, thinking it might just piss him off or something. Before it got too late, he went ahead and paid for their drinks- "Can I walk you out to your car? I am sure you can handle yourself, but better safe than sorry?"

Erin Lindsay As Jon paid for their drinks, she fought the urge to argue him, allowing him to do so making a note that next time it would be on her dime.  The conversation between herself and Jon was always so light and didn’t seem to hold the pressures that other relationships held.  She was thankful to call him her friend, which was a rare thing for Erin to truly consider someone as such, but with Jon, she did.  “Yeah, I need to head home anyways.”  She said as she stood up, allowing him to walk out with her.  As they walked out, Kelly walked in, prompting a small wave from Erin’s hand as she passed through the door and paused for Jon to join her.  “I’m glad I ran into you tonight.”  She added as the two walked to the parking lot to head their separate ways.

Jon Miller    "Me to. Always glad to see you." he stepped in close to share a small hug with her. It didn't last long, only because he didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable or anything like that- "I will see you later, right?" he called out as he walked backwards a moment, when she answered he would turn right back to walk over to his own vehicle and got in to start it right back up again. He sat there a moment, and finally put it into gear and drove off back home. Parking his car right by the front of his apartment and got out to make his way upstairs to his room. After unlocking it, he stepped inside and locked it behind him. It didn't take very long at all after taking a long hot shower, to find himself right in bed and falling asleep just as the clock hit 10 o'clock PM. In the morning, he woke up just around 7AM to start his day off and cleaned up around the apartment a bit, which really needed some work-

-October 30, 2014