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bijouxcarys · 8 months ago

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Prove It (Roman Reigns x fem!Reader)

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Description: They work together, they travel together, they're around each other almost 24/7. So, why is it so damn hard for them to be alone when they need it? Oh, that's right... it's a secret.

Warnings: NSFW, MINORS DNI, smut, fingering, dirty talk, semi-public escapades, Roman being a lil menace, secret affairs, fluffy undertones...

Word Count: 4.6k

A/N: I have used everyone's real names (apart from where Sasha references Ambrose). The superstars included are Roman, Becky Lynch, Seth Rollins, Dean Ambrose/Jon Moxley, Sasha Banks, and Liv Morgan.

Tags: @trippinsorrows @empressdede @thetribalqueen (if you'd like to be added to the tag list for any future Roman fics, just let me know in the replies/reblog!)

The door to the hotel room swung open, a chorus of laughter and chatter spilling out into the hallway. It had been a gruelling week on the road, and the whole lot of them were ready for some much-needed relaxation. Thankfully, a majority of the rooms down that particular hallway were occupied by WWE Superstars, so noise complaints were a slimmer chance than usual.

Using her and Gionna’s hotel room as a gathering spot wasn’t on Y/N’s to-do list, but when conversation struck up in the car about having a night of relaxation, to let go a little, Gi was more than eager to offer up the room. That was Gi for you; more like her Liv alter ego than even she cared to admit.

Not that Y/N was mad of course; these people were practically family.

“Someone get the drinks?” Gi called out, scrunching her nose up to push her clear-framed glasses further up as she plopped down on one of the beds, her blonde hair splayed out behind her.

“I got ‘em, relax,” Colby replied, holding up two six-packs with a grin. He cracked one open and handed it to her, settling onto the floor next to Jon, who was already mid-story.

“So, there I am, right? Middle of this tiny-ass town, and I can’t find the damn gym anywhere,” Jon was saying, his voice animated. “GPS is telling me I’m there, but I’m lookin’ at a freakin’ cornfield!”

“Classic Ambrose move,” Mercedes laughed, shaking her head as she leaned against the wall. “A terrible sense of direction.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault! Technology hates me,” Jon shot back, taking a swig from his beer.

Leaning over the group from her place on the bed, Y/N accepted a can from Colby, her eyes involuntarily capturing those she knew would be hard to refrain from the entire night. Gazes locked with the man standing just behind where Colby sat, arms folded; his tank top allowed for a perfect view of his tensing muscles under the gorgeous tan of his complexion. It was a look that spoke volumes—intense, secretive, and heavy.

Considering the close-knit nature of the wrestling world, it was an impressive feat that Joe and Y/N had managed to keep their affair under wraps.

“Who knew we’d all end up here tonight?” Mercedes said, her voice cutting through the din as she reclined on the floor, back pressed against the side of Gi’s bed.

“Yeah, thanks a bunch for lettin’ up the room, Y/N,” Becky added, raising her bottle of water in a mock toast.

“Don’t be thanking me, thank Barbie over there,” Y/N nodded towards Gi, who simply shot a thumbs up in her direction as a response. “But yeah, I mean it’s nice to have a moment to just… be.”

“Amen to that,” Joe said, his deep voice rumbling as he grabbed a drink from the pack Colby brought.

Jon snorted from his spot on the bed. “Yeah, because being crammed into a tiny hotel room is so much better than our own rooms.”

“Hey, at least it’s free entertainment,” Colby retorted, tossing a pillow at Jon, who caught it with a lazy grin.

“Free entertainment, huh? Guess that makes you the clown,” Jon shot back, eliciting laughs from everyone.

“Better than being the guy who gets thrown out of bars,” Colby quipped, throwing his arm around Becky with a cocky grin towards Jon. Colby and Becky were truly in the throes of a honeymoon period. It was a task just getting him to own up to the fact that he liked Becky in more ways than one, so when they finally decided to screw everything and officially become a couple—PDA and all—it was a relief. Finally, the two people who practically pined over each other for at least a year, had gotten their shit, and themselves, together.

The night wore on with more stories, jabbing at one and other, and moments over the last week that were becoming fond memories. At some point, pizza boxes were ordered and devoured, and the room’s occupants settled into various positions of comfort—or as close to comfort as they could get in the cramped space. Joe had claimed a spot on the floor near Y/N’s bed, leaning back against the wall with a relaxed posture that belied what was going through his head.

“Man, I could get used to this,” Mercedes said, stretching out on the floor. “Better than passing out alone in my room.”

“Yeah,” Becky agreed, earning an offended glance from Colby. “We should do this more often, is what I’m sayin’, babe, relax.”

“Just as long as he,” Jon pointed directly at Becky’s boyfriend, “promises to keep his snoring to a minimum.”

“I don’t snore!” Colby protested.

“You absolutely do!” Gi pointed out, honestly scaring the crap out of everyone since they all just assumed she’d passed out across her bed.

Y/N found herself increasingly distracted by Joe’s presence. Every laugh, every shift of his body, every low rumble of his voice seemed to pull her attention like a magnet. She could feel his eyes on her intermittently, a silent conversation playing out between them that no one else in the room could hear.

“Y/N, remember that time we got lost tryin’ to find that diner?” Becky asked, breaking Y/N’s reverie.

“Oh my God, don’t,” Y/N laughed, recalling the memory. “We ended up in the middle of nowhere, and you were convinced we were gonna end up on an episode of Unsolved Mysteries.”

“I was being cautious!” Becky protested, lifting her hands up. “You never know with those back roads, they’re frickin’ dodgy!”

“That’s why I always use GPS,” Joe interjected smoothly, and deeply, sending a wave of chills over Y/N’s body, though she did a damn good job at hiding it.

“Excuse me, did I not just tell you about my cornfield trauma as a result of GPS earlier?” Jon called out.

“You made it eventually, man, calm down,” Joe chuckled with a roll of his eyes.

As the night wore on, the energy in the room began to wane. Conversations quieted to soft murmurs and the occasional chuckle, as everyone started to feel the weight of the week on the road.

“Alright, I’m calling it,” Colby said, stretching out his arms and yawning. “I’m too beat to head back to my room. Mind if I crash here?”

“You can take the floor, Rollins,” Jon muttered from his foetal position in the armchair, his eyes half-closed. “Ain’t no way I’m movin’.”

“Yeah, me too,” Mercedes chimed in, curling up in a corner with a pillow Gi threw at her. “Too tired to move.”

Becky looked around at the group, her eyes landing on Y/N. “Looks like we’re all stopping in here. Hope you don’t mind, love.”

“Not at all,” Y/N replied with a smile. “It’s nice having everyone here, and I’m sure that one doesn’t mind.” She glanced over at Gi, who was already on the precipice of slumber.

“It is kinda nice,” Becky nodded. “Feels like a big ol’ sleepover.”

“Except with more muscles and less gossip,” Colby quipped with an amused chortle.

Joe had stuck to the spot on the floor near Y/N’s bed. He glanced up at her as she climbed into the sheets, their eyes meeting once again in the dim light.

As the others began to settle in, finding whatever space they could to lay down, the room slowly descended into a comfortable silence. The soft hum of the air conditioner and the occasional rustle were the only sounds that broke the silence.

Y/N laid back against her pillows, her thoughts drifting. She felt Joe’s presence nearby like a physical touch, a comforting and exhilarating reminder of their secret. She turned her head slightly, catching his eye in the dark.

“You okay?” Joe whispered.

“Yeah,” she whispered back, her lips curving into a smile. “You?”

“Better now,” he murmured, his gaze lingering on her face.

Her pulse quickened. They were surrounded by their friends, all blissfully unaware of the silent conversation happening right under their noses. The thrill of the secrecy only made the moment more intense.

“Think they have any idea?” she asked in a hushed tone, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

Joe smirked. “Not a clue. We’re good at this.”

“Guess we are,” she replied, her heart pounding against her ribcage.

A quiet laugh escaped Joe’s lips, and he shook his head slightly. “You’re trouble, you know that?”

Y/N grinned. “You love it.”

“Damn right I do,” he said softly, eyes glued to her.

They shared a long, meaningful look, the best they could in the limited light. They both knew the risks of being discovered, but in that fleeting moment, it didn’t matter. They were together, and that was enough.

“Night, Y/N,” Joe whispered, his voice barely audible.

“Night, Joe,” she replied, equally as gentle.

With a final lingering look, they both turned away, settling into their respective spots. The room was filled with the quiet sounds of their friends, but for Joe and Y/N, the silence couldn’t be louder.

She woke up around 3am, the room shrouded in darkness save for the faint glow from the streetlights outside. She shifted slightly, trying to get comfortable, when she felt it—his gaze. Slowly, she turned her head and found Joe propped up on one arm with his phone in his hand. His face was illuminated only by the device.

Seriously? You couldn’t have just stayed asleep? She thought to herself, a mix of amusement and frustration bubbling up inside her. Here they were, in a room full of their sleeping friends, with Joe looking like a whole meal doing the bare minimum. The absurdity and excitement was so much for her to handle.

She gave him a pointed look when he finally took a peek over in her direction, her lips quirking up in a half-smile when he noticed she was awake.

“What are you doing awake?” she asked as quietly as she could.

Joe’s lips curved into a slow, lazy grin, with a bashful undertone. “Couldn’t sleep,” he practically mouthed, his eyes glinting with mischief.

“Sure,” she rolled her eyes. “You just want to make this night more interesting.”

Joe shifted quietly on the floor, his movements careful and deliberate. He glanced around the room, ensuring everyone else was still sound asleep, then slowly moved to sit up. Y/N’s heart raced as she watched him, every nerve in her body on high alert.

Sliding onto the bed beside her, he moved with a careful grace that belied his size. The mattress dipped under his weight, and he settled beside her, his body warm and solid against hers.

She bit her lip, trying to suppress a giddy giggle that threatened to escape. “We’re gonna get caught one of these days, you know.”

He brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, his fingers lingering for a moment longer than necessary. “Maybe,” he conceded. “But that’s what makes it fun, right?”

“Oh yeah, tons of fun,” she replied sarcastically. “Nothing like the thrill of getting caught by our friends to spice things up.”

Even the darkness couldn’t prevent her from seeing his pearly white grin. “Admit it, you love the risk.”

“Maybe I do,” she admitted with a gentle sigh, relaxing into his warmth as his hand slid up her arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

They laid there for a moment in the snore-filled room. The tension was palpable, a taut wire strung between them that could snap at any moment.

“So, what’s the plan?” she whispered up at him.

“Plan?” he echoed, feigning innocence. “I was just thinkin’ we could enjoy each other’s company.”

She rolled her eyes, positive that her cheeks flushed a deep pink, and despite the darkness, covered her face with her hand anyways. “You’re terrible.”

“And…? You love it, babygirl,” he shot back, his hand moving down to rest on her hip, fingertips teasing the space between her tank top and her shorts. “Remember that time we almost got caught in the locker room?” he asked with an audible smirk, his calloused thumb tracing circles on her exposed skin. “You nearly blew our cover with that yelp.”

“You’re the one who made me jump!” she protested, swatting him lightly on the arm.

He laughed softly, a rich hum that sent sparks straight to her core. “Sure, blame it on me.”

“You really don’t think anyone suspects anything?” Her question came as a small mumble, lost in the shadow of his form practically hovering over her at this point. And he was so close to her. She could feel light tickles from his beard on her cheek.

“Nah, baby,” he confidently reassured her. “We’re too good at this shit.”

“Famous last words,” she chuckled, though she couldn’t help the grin that spread across her face.

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing delicately against the shell of her ear. “Don’t worry. I got this.”

“Yeah?” she challenged, sliding her hand up to rest on his shoulder. “Prove it.”

With a smirk, Joe shifted, rolling over so he could press his body entirely on top of hers. The bed creaked slightly, and they both froze, glancing around to make sure no one had woken up. Satisfied that their secret was still safe, they relaxed.

“What was that about ‘I got this’?” she lightly scolded, emulating his voice the best she could in her whispered tone.

“Shh…” With that, he pressed his lips down against hers, the hand that rested on her hip coming up to hold the side of her neck. He kissed her with a hunger that spoke of all the nights they had to keep their distance, the desire that had been simmering just below the surface finally boiling over. She returned it with equal fervour, trailing her fingers up to his man bun and feeling where the couple of hours being laid down had taken a toll on its usually pristine quality.

“Take this out,” she mumbled against his lips. “I like when your hair’s down.”

He didn’t need to be asked twice. It was a relief to take it out, to let it fall down and create a protective shield around their faces as he went back in for another kiss. It deepened, tips of tongues prodding against each other until they were fully entwined in an intense dance. Her hands roamed over his broad shoulders, feeling the ripple of muscle beneath his skin, the same way Joe traced the contours of her curves with a reverence that made her feel like a Goddess.

“God, I’ve missed this,” he breathed out in a gravelly whisper.

“Me too,” she admitted.

They were lost in each other, the world outside their bubble of desire forgotten. Joe’s hands slipped under her shirt, the heat of his touch against her bare skin making her gasp softly. He paused, his eyes searching hers in the small beams of light from outside, asking for silent permission.

She nodded, her breath hitching as his hands continued their exploration upwards. He pushed the fabric up, exposing her round breasts to the cool air and his heated gaze. Following the path of his hands, Joe’s lips made a tender journey down her neck, nipping and sucking lightly, before they stopped at her chest. Pressing kisses to her skin. Tip of his tongue tracing slow patterns along it until one of her hard nubs made contact. Thick lips wrapped around, kissing and suckling like he’d never get to again. Branding possession and desire.

“Joe,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need.

“Shh, we gotta be quiet, sweetheart,” he reminded her, words muffled against the supple skin as he moved to pay the same exquisite attention to her other breast. “Don’t wanna wake the others.”

The reminder of their precarious situation only added to the intensity, causing her to unintentionally roll her hips up towards his. His hands were everywhere, mapping her body with a familiarity that was both comforting and thrilling. Her own hands were just as eager, exploring the hard planes of his chest. His heart pounding beneath her palm, a mirror to her own racing pulse.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against her skin.

She smiled, a flush of pleasure spreading through her at his words. “You’re not so bad yourself, big guy.”

He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against her. “Glad you think so.”

Coming back up to her lips, she barely had time to readjust before his long, tepid fingers slipped under the fabric of her shorts and her panties. Another sharp gasp escaped her lips, internally cringing at how loud it was. God forbid, if anyone actually knew what they were doing…

“Easy, baby. Just let me take care of you.”

The pads of his fingers stroked over her slick folds, gently… teasingly. A moan rose in her throat, causing her to clamp her teeth down on Joe’s lower lip to suppress the sound.

“Damn, baby, you’re this wet already?”

“Yes,” she managed to breathe as he pressed heated kisses down the side of her neck. His middle fingers teased the smooth surface of her tiny, sensitive pearl, and she once again was forced to keep her noises to a minimum.

“Good girl,” he praised her efforts, rewarding her by pressing his fingers down firmer, further, until they slipped inside her with a smooth, practised motion.

The sensation was almost too much to bear. She clung to him, her nails digging into his bare shoulders as he began to move, digits sliding in and out in a slow and calculated motion. God only knew he wanted to finger fuck the shit out of her, but he knew that would cause unnecessary noise and a climax too short lived.

“God, how you always feel this good?” he groaned softly.

She whimpered, biting her lip to stifle it. His fingers curled upwards in their movements, pressing closer to her sweet spot. Driving her wild. Coiling her pleasure. Tighter. And tighter.

“Look at you,” he peered over her writhing form in awe. “So gorgeous… so ready for me, huh?”

Her response was a tight grip on the back of his head.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispered hotly against her neck. “Tell me how you want it.”

“M-more…” She pathetically sighed. “Please, Joe…”

He chuckled softly, feeling a familiar twitch between his own legs. “Anything for you, doll,” he obliged happily, fingers picking up speed and his thumb finding her clit easily to glide against it in tandem with the rhythm he had curated on her body.

A gasp, an arch, a flutter around his fingers, and he knew. “Feel that?” he whispered in a seductive, dark purr. “Feel how close you are?”

“Yes,” she nodded. “Oh, God, yes…”

“Atta girl,” he cooed down at her, propping himself up on his arm and pressing his forehead down on hers. “Cum, baby.”

Noticing her characteristic shudder, the way her eyebrows furrowed when a release was approaching, he took the initiative to manoeuvre his free hand to cover her mouth, baring down enough pressure for her to bite onto it as she rippled and arched into him. Her cunt throbbed and tightened around his fingers, and he watched with parted lips as she came so hard.

“That’s it,” he murmured in a soothing rumble. “Just like that…”

As she came down from her high, twitches and aftershock present, he carefully withdrew his fingers. He pressed a soft kiss to her temple, his hand smoothing over her hair. Another kiss came quickly, but not without Joe taking an expert taste of his own fingers, where Y/N’s honey coated him with a thick sheen. She tasted herself as he swirled his long tongue around hers, hand stroking back his hair to thread her fingers through the dark tendrils.

It was almost sad, kissing him in that moment. The way she gripped onto him as though she was solidifying how he felt in her mind, capturing the memory; they never knew the next time they’d get to be together.

“Joe…” Y/N whispered. “I need you… so bad.”

“I know, babygirl,” he sighed, peppering small kisses along her jaw. “But as much as I’d love for you to nut on this dick right now, it might be wiser to wait ‘til I can have you alone.”

She whimpered impatiently, making Joe stifle a laugh by burying his face in her neck. “Don’t make me laugh,” he murmured, clearly grinning.

“I’m not trying to…” she giggled softly, biting her lip. They really just did that, in the same room as their sleeping friends. Damn. “Fuck, Joe, we’re totally gonna get found out soon if we keep this up.”

“Yeah?” he asked, lifting his head to gaze down at her. “Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that, baby.”

“Yeah, I’m sure everyone would love to know that you just fingered me a metre away from their sleeping bodies.”

“They will know if you don’t keep it down,” he chuckled. “That bein’ said, we should probably try and get some sleep, huh?”

Y/N frowned, but reluctantly nodded, knowing he would have to leave her bed and return to his spot on the floor. “Where are we heading in the morning?”

“Uh,” Joe hummed, carefully pulling himself back up into a seated position. “Atlanta, I think.”

“Sit next to me on the bus?” she half-asked.

“You sure you wanna do that? Y’know… considering we’re ‘totally gonna get found out soon’?” He sent her a cocky smirk, silently moving himself back to the floor. She rolled over to the edge of the bed so she could still see him.

“I don’t care… I’ve missed you,” she told him earnestly. It was true; they really hadn’t seen as much of each other lately, which is ironic when you consider the fact they were currently on the road. It just meant eyes were on them more than usual.

With an understanding exhale, Joe reached over and held the side of her face, stroking over her cheek with his thumb. “I’ve missed you too, baby.”

“So sit with me tomorrow, please,” she practically begged, leaning into his touch.

“I’m not sayin’ no, am I?” he answered with a soft laugh. “Now, go to sleep, ‘kay? It’ll be more suspicious if we’re both tired.”

“Yes, Dad,” Y/N playfully retorted, rolling her eyes.

“I’ll remind you you called me that, as well.”

“I’m sure you fucking will, Big Dog.”

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Morning crept into the room with the soft glow of dawn filtering through the thin curtains. The peaceful quiet of the night gave way to the gentle sounds of stirring bodies and muffled groans of discomfort.

“Ugh, my back,” Jon complained, rolling over on the cramped armchair. “Why did I think sleeping on here was a good idea?”

“Because you’re an idiot,” Colby mumbled, pulling Becky closer to him. “Pass me that pillow, will ya?” Becky groaned, grabbing the pillow that had fallen off Gi’s bed in the middle of the night, and flinging it back in Colby’s direction.

Gi, still half-asleep, rolled over and bumped into Mercedes, who let out a sleepy groan. “Move over, you bed hog,” she muttered, her voice muffled by the pillow she hugged tightly.

“When did you get there?” Gi mumbled, squinting her eyes as she searched for her glasses somewhere in the bed, realising she must have passed out with them on.

“When I decided the corner was too damn uncomfortable,” Mercedes bluntly responded.

Y/N slowly opened her eyes, the events of the night playing on a loop in her mind, extended into a pleasurable dream. She sat up, eyes adjusting to the daylight as she surveyed the room. No Joe, just a messy blanket and his balled up jacket from where he had slept.

“Ahh!” Mercedes let out a yelp as the hotel door began to open, almost hitting her in the process. “Oh, it’s you—what the fuck, man?”

“Sorry, didn’t realise your stupid ass was standin’ in the way,'' Joe's sleepy, but cheery laugh echoed as he emerged, shutting the door behind him. He’d changed his clothes, now wearing his grey shorts and a hoodie, and his hair was back to its pristine nature, perfectly slicked back into a bun.

“Where the fuck did you come from?” Colby strained his neck from the floor to look up at him.

“My room? We have rooms, guys, did you know that?” he nudged Colby with his knee as he attempted to sit up. His next stop was Y/N’s bed, where he placed her keycard down on the table beside it, giving her a small smile.

“You took my key?”

“I’ve been awake for, like, two hours. Needed to get out for a bit, take a shower, y’know,” he shrugged, sitting down on the edge of the bed to collect his stuff from the floor. He made a point to brush against Y/N’s arm as he did, making her bite back a smile. “You sleep okay?”

“Mhm,” she hummed with a nod. “You?”

“Better than expected,” he said, sending a smirk over his shoulder.

Across the room, Colby struggled to stand, stretching his arms above his head with an exaggerated yawn. “Alright, who’s up for breakfast?”

“Count me in,” Jon said, finally rolling off the armchair and onto the floor with a thud. “As long as it’s not cornflakes.”

Gi sat up, her hair a wild halo around her head. “Can we get coffee first? I need coffee.”

“Coffee sounds so good right now,” Mercedes agreed, brushing her fingers through her hair and rubbing at her neck. “And a chiropractor.”

By the time breakfast was had and everyone had dispersed back to their own rooms, Gi and Y/N started the gruelling task of packing what little they took out of their bags and tidying the room of empty cans and pizza boxes.

“They could have helped us,” Gi sighed as she tried to clumsily shove a pizza box into a trash bag.

“Joe offered,” Y/N shrugged, working on picking up cans and any other scraps of trash. Gi glanced up at her, narrowing her eyes with a cheeky smile.

“Did he?”

Y/N met her gaze, raising an eyebrow at her friend quizzically. “Yeah, he did. But he still had a fuckload left to pack, so I told him we could handle it.”

“Oh,” Gi simply hummed, a grin spreading across her face, unbeknownst to Y/N.

Y/N tried her utmost hardest to avoid eye contact after that, knowing that if she looked at Gi for too long, it would be impossible not to spill everything that happened. And after complaining to Joe herself about the possibility of anyone finding out about them, it would seem somewhat counterproductive and ironic on her end.

When the pair was ready to leave, their WhatsApp group chat dinging with confirmations of the same, Gi leaned over to Y/N as she opened their door.

“Oh, by the way, Y/N, about last night,” Gi started.

“Yeah?” Y/N answered as she shut the door behind them, the two of them now standing in the hallway. She caught glimpses of fresh-faced superstars that weren’t in their room last night, who took more pride in their night routines on the road than anything else, greeting them from afar with a warm smile.

“The next time you and Joe fool about, make sure we’re all actually asleep before you do.”

#roman reigns #roman reigns x reader #roman reigns smut #roman reigns fic #roman reigns fanfiction #wwe fanfiction #bijouxcaryslibrary

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hotmomsonly101 · 1 year ago

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Little kicks (Olivia benson x fem reader)

Summary: you’re 6 months pregnant with you and Olivia(your wife) baby, whilst your at work you feel your baby kicking you

warnings: none

every since I told Olivia that we are pregnant, she is by my side 24/7 Olivia is always there for me as is Noah, I barely get to do my job because Olivia is the boss and doesn't want me doing field work she wants me at the station that's is the only way she will let me work is if I stay at the station til after I give birth.

this morning was something, Olivia was called into early and she took Noah to school so I was alone, I had some paperwork to do so I had to get up and go to work, so I get up and slowly walk to the bathroom to take a shower, after I get out I do my hair, and get dressed I put on a long gray dress and sandals and I start to do my makeup and my phone rings

I see the contract name “wife❤️” I answer it

“Hello”I say as I’m doing my eyeliner

“Hey princess, what you up to” she says I can hear typing at her computer

“I’m doing my makeup and then I’m coming to do paperwork” I start on my mascara

“Oh okay baby, please be careful driving here”I can hear the worried tone

“Liv I will be fine, it’s not that far of a drive”I finish my makeup “I’m on the way I’m done with my makeup”

“Okay beautiful can’t wait to see you I love you be safe” I grab my keys and my bag

“I love you to liv” I say and I hang up, I slowly walk to my car and drive to the office, and slowly walk inside and go into Olivia’s office

“Ow ow, I think I’m in pain, your beauty is killing me”she says as she looks at me through her glasses

“Shut up” I say putting my bag on her couch

“Come here”she spins in her chair to face me

I walk over and lean down and kiss her lips slowly she grips on my waist as we share a romantic and intimate kiss we break the kiss and Olivia puts her hand on my belly

“How is my little munchkin”she asks slowly rubbing my belly and planting little kisses on it

“Hasn’t been to active today” I smile and knit my fingers through her hair

After some time I really had to get my work done, so I go and sit in the corner of her office, I don’t really have a desk I mean I do but I prefer to be near Olivia and Olivia prefers me to be close to her in case something happens anyways, since I’ve been going through a lot of pain and throwing up lately liv wants to be able to keep an eye on me just to make sure I’m okay.

Half way through i need a break so i grab my water bottle and drink it and close my eyes, my back is killing me, my child will be the death of me, I’ve had the most worst pains like my back, my breast and my feet, I’ve been making sure to get enough rest and drink as much water as I can. Olivia is on the phone talking to someone, I’m not sure who but I slowly stand up and hold my stomach as put my hand on the couch to steady myself.

“Oh fuck” I say as my daughter just kicked the side of me with such force

Olivia looks at me and tells the person that she will call them back and rushes to her face and comes to me

“are you okay honey” she says as she makes her way to me and grabs my waist

“She just kicked me so hard liv, and my back hurts so bad”I look at her getting emotional and tears fall

“Hey baby, it’s okay” she grabs my face with her hands and makes me look at her “just breathe princess it’s okay” she wipes my tears and kisses my forehead as I take some deep breaths

Olivia turns me around and goes behind me and from behind she rubs my belly with her hands and kisses my cheek loving before she lightly lifts my belly so I can breathe for a moment without the pressure of my baby

“Better angel” she kisses my temple

“Yes, I’m not carrying anymore kids” she laughs as I say that “seriously Livy” I tell her

“I know baby but you are so funny” she keeps kissing my temple

Olivia just cradles my baby bump with care, kissing at my temple and whispering loving words into my ears, after some time she lightly lowers it I definitely feel much better that I got a little break of having to carry my heavy daughter only 4 more months til I don’t have to carry a human being in my body

“Thank you Livy” I smile at her

“Anything for you angel” she grabs my face and gives me a loving and gentle kiss, I smile into it

“I love you”I tell her as we break our kiss

“I love you more sweets”she says before she gives me another deep and gentle kiss

For the rest of the day I did my paperwork and hung out with Olivia whilst she did captain duty’s and then we went home so I can relax and sleep off the painful and how pregnancy pains.

#olivia benson #fanfic #olivia benson x reader #law and order svu #wlw love #wlw #pregnant reader

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mrs-harrington-reid · 8 months ago

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Begin Again

Snow on the beach

" I can’t speak, afraid to jinx it. I can’t even dare to wish it but your eyes are flying saucers from another planet. Now I’m all for you like Janet can this be a real thing, can it?” - Taylor Swift

Pairing: Post Prison Spencer x Single Mom Reader

Summary: Spencer's therapist had encouraged him to get back into the dating scene to improve his mental wellness but after multiple failed blind dates Spencer feels that it is doing the exact opposite. That is until JJ and Garcia set him up with you.

Warnings: talking about traumatic dates, fluffity fluffy fluff, post prison spencer just being a little lover boy cutie pahtootie, lmk if I missed anything else!

Begin Again (Masterlist)

It wasn't that the girls Spencer went on blind dates with were horrible, they just weren't exactly the best. His first date was with a nice women that was in the same book club as Garcia. The date had gone wonderful until she asked if he had a chip in his neck so that the government could track him, and he would've laughed if she wasn't being completely serious. The next one was a girl who used to nanny Henry, that was all fun and games until her ex boyfriend showed up at the restaurant and she left Spencer with nothing but the bill.

Then there was the one who had too much wine and threw up all over him, the one who believed that the earth was flat and that the holocaust never happened, the one who just wanted a signed book from Rossi, and so on. He had been on at least ten failed dates within the spand of three months and to say he was over it would be an understatement.

"Oh come on Spence just give this one a try." JJ pleaded as they walked into the elevator with Garcia.

"I just don't see how this girl could possibly be any better than the last ten that you and Garcia set me up with."

"But she is!" Garcia exclaimed. "You see me and the all so lovely JJ realized the problem was that we hadn't picked a girl for you together as a team so that's exactly what we did and she will blow your little genius mind."

"fine." He huffed in defeat "but if this date ends horribly you have to promise to never set me up again."

Both the girls agreed to the deal so Garcia sent him your number as fast as she possibly could've.

All he could do was pray that they were right and that this date would turn out to be better than the last ones.

You adjusted your knitted sweater while you intensely examined yourself in the mirror. You wondered if you had put on too much makeup or if your tan knitted sweater with jeans and converse was too lazy for a first date.

"Can you stop fixing something every five seconds your seriously stressing me out." Your best friend Liv pleaded behind you while her head hung off the edge of your bed.

"I'm scared liv this is the first date I've been on in a long time and I don't want it to turn into a dumpster fire of a night." You sighed and brushed out the curls in your hair one more time.

"I think its going to be just fine from what you told me this guy is just as awkward as you are so maybe it's like a match made in dork heaven." She laughed.

"He seems super sweet I'm just scared he's going to run for the hills as soon as I tell him about Autumn."

“If he has a problem with the fact that you have a daughter he clearly isn't mature enough to handle a real relationship and needs to start acting his age."

Most men you tried to date either immediately ran or told you that they "weren't looking for anything serious right now" after you told them a out Autumn. You just prayed that Spencer would be the exception considering he was six years older than you and had experienced a little more life than you had.

The ping of a text message distracted you from your previous thoughts. "Okay liv, Spencer is going to be here in five minutes to pick me up. Theo is dropping Autumn off at seven and remember please she needs to be in bed by eight or else she gets grumpy in the morning and I'll be home at least by eight thirty." You rambled.

"don't you worry about Autumn she's going to have a great time with the world's greatest god mother. Also I already took the day off so go clean out your cobwebs tonight, I got this." You both let out a laugh at her last comment.

"I just feel so guilty leaving Autumn the day she comes home from her dad's. I promise I will be home by at least nine so maybe I can call in too and we can go get brunch in the morning?" You suggested fixing your earrings; finally feeling less anxious about how this would all play out.

Before liv could answer you the doorbell rang signaling you that either Spencer was waiting or Theo had been there early to drop Autumn off. Your heart rate picked up as you grabbed your purse and walked to the front door and slowly turned the knob.

"Hi you must be Y/N" Spencer smiled when you opened the door. You hadn't expected him to walk all the way up to your door and knock. Most of the guys you'd gone out with were the drive by and honk type, especially Autumns father Theo when you were dating.

"Yes I am and you must be the famous Dr. Spencer Reid I've heard so much about." You beamed as you walked out and shut your door behind you as soon as you heard liv open her mouth.

"Only good things I hope?"

"I think we both know JJ and Penelope would never dare to say anything bad about you." You said as you both approached his car, blushing when he opened the car door for you.

You were sort of confused at the fact that he insisted on picking you up. You could’ve sworn that you remembered JJ saying something about how he hated driving.

The drive was mostly silent and sort of awkward on your way to the unknown restaurant that Penelope had insisted he take you to after you told her that you enjoyed pasta, she had made your guys' reservation and everything. And when you arrived he opened your door for you once again. Even after being told almost every detail about the man standing before you still felt extremely nervous to make conversation.

"So JJ tells me that your a teacher." He attempts to make small talk.

"I am. I teach kindergarten, honestly I wanted to be an English Lit professor but you kinda of have to wait for one of those guys to die before the position is opened." You winced at your own shitty joke. You and Liv had always joked about how college professors looked like they were decomposing but Spencer didn't know that. And now that you’re thinking about it you remember Penelope telling you that Spencer was a professor when he wasn't with the BAU.

He let out at small laugh and you were absolutely flabbergasted. He got your joke? And he laughed? You were starting to wonder if this was just a laugh at all her jokes type of flirt tactic. But then again JJ had told you that he was sort of oblivious and bad at flirting.

"That's so true. You know the average age of college professors in the United States is 42 but there are significantly more faculty that reported their age at 55 and above so technically there's a lot more old professors in the USA than young professors." He rambled.

"I didn't know that." You smiled. He did understand your joke.

When you arrived at the front door of the restaurant you were met with a sign that said "CLOSED" in bold letters. You swear you could've cried you were only twenty minutes into the date and it had been so wonderful until this.

"oh...well if you wanted we could find a food truck and eat in my car? But only if you want to." He suggested, anxiously waiting for your response. You noticed him fidgeting with his fingers and you immediately interpreted that he was outside his comfort zone asking you to stay but he was still trying nonetheless.

"This isn't your master plan to drive to some viewpoint and get me in your back seat is it?" you smiled trying to ease his anxiety.

"I promise" he held his hands up.

You both walked back to his car unable to stop smiling. He was glad that you already weren't like the other girls he had gone on dates with. And you were happy that he wasn't as douche like the other guys you had been on dates with but you also still needed to tell him about autumn before you fully came to any conclusion about his character.

"Spencer before we continue this date I have something I need to tell you." You stopped walking and looked at him and he had fully set into a panic. This is it. This is when you would turn out to be just as insane as the other ones. He braced himself for your next words. "I have a one year daughter. I needed to tell you before I got too attached and you decided to run. I told JJ and Penelope not to tell you so that I could see how you reacted."

He exhaled a breath he didn't even know he was holding in. "That's a relief."

You quirked your brow at him. "So you don't care that I have a daughter at home?"

"Not at all" he reassured you "I actually quite like kids. I've never had any of my own but I have my two godsons and they're wonderful." You smiled at him. How could he have been so damn perfect.

You continued walking and he opened the door for you once again when you reached his car. And once you were both in the small talk started up again. "So I assume you know how I know JJ and Garcia but how did you meet them." He was still astounded at the fact that they both knew someone this perfect and didn't set you up with him sooner.

"I used to be Henry's teacher and then when my I had my daughter me and JJ were in a mom group together and we became friends. And then I met Penelope when JJ invited me out one night and I've been friends with the both of them ever since." You responded. "And I'm guessing your Henry's godfather that he dressed up as for Halloween when I had him as a student?"

"How did you know? That was such a long time ago I'm surprised you even remember that." He smiled at the fond memory.

"Because it was probably the cutest little costume I had ever seen and extremely creative might I add. My daughter was a pumpkin for her first Halloween and Henry beat her in cuteness by a long shot." You gushed. "But don't ever tell her I said that."

"Can you tell me about her? Your daughter." Spencer asked. You felt like you needed to pinch your arm to see if this was real.

"Her name is Autumn. I named her that because she was born in October and my favorite poem is Autumn by Alice Clary. She has so much personality for a one year old and she’s just so beautiful and amazing. I never saw myself being a mom but now that I am I couldn’t imagine anything else." He admired the way your eyes sparkled and your voiced softened when you talked about her. It was so incredible how in love you were with being a mother. He parked the car and you both walked out and towards the first food truck that you had passed neither of you cared what kind of food it was considering you were absolutely starving.

Within the next couple of hours you had both ordered your food and we're currently eating it as you spoke on the hood of Spencer's car. He has his head thrown back laughing as you told a story about one of your lousy dates that you had been on in the past.

"So I really thought I got stood up and I was ready to leave until this guy shows up and explained to me that he had to have his mom drop him off because he missed the bus. And then he continues to tell me all about how he still lived in her basement and was unemployed." You laughed.

"What did you tell him."

"I pretended that Autumns dad called me and told me that she was sick and I had to leave immediately." You responded "and then he asked me if I could take him back to his mom's house on my way. I ended up taking him home and paying for my own dinner."

"I can do you one better." Spencer laughed "One time JJ set me up with this woman from your mom group named Amy and she seemed okay until she started drinking and in the middle of me telling her what I do for a living she threw up all over me in the middle of the restaurant. I had to carry her out because she could barely walk and I swear my car smelled like puke for a week."

"why would JJ even set you up with her" you wheezed "we literally call her alcoholic Amy. She always has a flask in her son’s diaper bag it’s absurd.” You giggled.

Spencer sat there admiring your beauty as you laughed. Something about you made him feel so comfortable. In the short time you'd known each other you made him feel so comfortable that he didn't need to hide behind all his knowledge. Comfortable enough that he could just be a carefree and casual version of himself that he barely even knew existed. He felt bold and confident in your presence and it made him so truly happy.

Your phone starting to ring. You picked it up extremely fast, scared that it was Liv wanting to face time to tell you that something was wrong with Autumn. But Penelope's name and face was the only thing that covered your screen.

"Oh look who it is." You giggled and flashed your phone at Spencer before you answered. "Hey pen, what's up?"

"So I was calling to ask how the date went but then I realized that I had gotten the confirmation for your guys' reservation at six this morning and I thought it was weird but sei la vie you know?" You and Spencer smiled at her rambling "But then I looked at the website and these people are open at six in the freaking morning! So turns out I made your reservation for seven thirty am not seven thirty pm cause they're closed at five which is completely bonkers if you ask me." She took a second to finally breathe "so I am so sorry if your date got ruined. Ugh and you were the first good one we set him up with too but I'll fix it no worries my love."

"Pen I'm gonna say your hours too late on this call but your all good we found something else to do so no worries." You laughed and turned your screen so that Penelope could see Spencer sitting next to you.

"Oh look at that you guys are still out. I would like to end this call with a quick" she cleared her throat preparing for her next words "I win Spencer, I told you she was a good one! ha!" After those last words she hung up.

"oh my goodness I didn't even realize what time it was" you gasped when you looked at the time on your phone and saw that It was almost midnight. "I'm so sorry I kept you out this late."

"No really your okay. I'd be lying if I didn't already see the time a while ago, I just didn't want this to end so fast." He admitted and it made you heart absolutely melt.

"If I didn't have autumn waiting at home for me I would totally stay for longer but I really should get going." You sighed.

He nodded and took your guys' garbage to throw away before he opened the passenger door for you to hop in. After he got back into the car and put his seat belt on he felt the need to ask you about your previous marriage. Something intrigued him about the fact that you had gotten divorced for what he considered to be at a young age.

“So I know this is sort of first date taboo but um, why did you get divorced? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to I was just kind of curious because I just feel like twenty eight is a young age to get divorced.”

“Oh no I really don’t mind talking about it.” You reassured him. “Me and Theo met in high school. Honestly it was one of those cliche high school sweethearts type of things. I was a cheerleader; he was the captain of the basketball team and our parents were friends so we just thought why not? It seemed right at the time but after I got pregnant with autumn everything changed so I filled for divorce before she was born.” “you know it’s actually proven that children who never experience their parents unhappy relationships actually live a much happier and healthier life than those who experience their parents divorce.” He tried to make you feel better about your failed marriage in his own special way.

“I hope that’s the case with Autumn” you sighed.

“I’m sure it will be. I know we haven’t known each other for very long but you seem like a really good mom.” He smiled as you pulled into your driveway. Neither of you were ready for the night to end but you knew it had to eventually.

“I’ll walk you to your door” he cleared his throat before exiting his car. He opened the door and you both silently walked to the front door but as you went to turn the knob Spencer stopped you. “I’m going to ask you a question and you can feel free to tell me no but it’s going to drive me crazy if I don’t ask. Can I kiss you?”

“yeah” you let out softly. He placed his hand on your cheek and slowly leaned down until your lips met. You moved your arms to rest on his shoulders while he moved his other hand to your waist. Something as simple as a kiss had never felt so perfect to you.

That was until Liv opened the door and cleared her throat in an incredibly overdramatic manner. “Hi I’m Olivia, Y/N’s roommate.” You and Spencer pulled away from each other, cheeks flushed and chests heaving.

“It’s nice to meet you, I’m Spencer” Olivia waited for a handshake that was never going to happen.

“He has a thing with germs”, “I have a thing with germs” you both stated at the exact same time.

“Anyway I should get inside now I had a fun night with you Spencer, feel free to text me anytime.” You smiled at each other with a silent understanding before he walked away.

you walked past liv to get inside. “So coming home after curfew young lady. Tsk. tsk. Did you get lucky?” She wiggled her eyebrows.

“no he was a perfect gentleman and we just got lost in conversation.” You beamed.

“I imagine it was hard to have a conversation with his tongue down your throat!”

“that was the only time we kissed tonight! I really like him liv something about this guy just feels so different. It feels like I was meant to meet him you know.” Liv let out a small laugh but you were completely serious. You knew Spencer Reid was about to change your life you just didn’t know how yet.

“oh my goodness and what was that germ thing about. I mean the man wouldn’t shake my hand but he would swap saliva with you?”

“you know it’s actually more cleanly to kiss than shake hands.”

liv just shook her head “you two really were made for each other. I’m going to bed now but I will be ready for brunch in the morning.” She said before she walked to her room. You threw yourself on your couch and you couldn’t help but kick your feet at just how happy you were and little did you know Spencer was just as giddy as he walked into his apartment.

A/N: sorry this took my so long to get this out I’m revamping my fics rn so hopefully I’ll be posting more soon! I hope you enjoyed this and heads up I have not proofread so I’m sorry for any mistakes you come across. I appreciate feedback and I hope y’all have a wonderful day and lmk if you would like to be added in the taglist💕

also if any of y’all are into the Harry Potter universe please feel free to check out my other fic im working on called: The Alchemy

Taglist: @witchsbitchestime @sonicthehedgedoggo @feyresqueen @donttrustlove @alcoholandcakes @person-005 @ilwsma @mega-kittyglitter-1 @creative-heart @chicken-fifi

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blue-eyed-cutiepatootie · 5 months ago

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IT IS FINISHED (except weaving in ends and blocking)

#liv knits #mabel pines sweater

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redcanoli · 6 days ago

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Yes I’m at work

Yes I finished these socks

No I haven’t decided if I’m casting on a hat or finishing the other half done socks I have at home first.

#liv speaks #knitting #knitters of tumblr #sock knitting #vanilla socks

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flyintheworldofbooks · 1 year ago

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Sims 4 CC recs

This is my master list with my current cc's

Outfits:

By Aretha - pretty (&) savage collection 💗✨🦋

By aharris00britney - AxA 2020 | 90+ CAS Items | Public Release

By BlueCraving - Sporty Collection

By BlueCraving - Wedding Collection

By Oydis - Smart & Casual 💄 / Also has other packs with hair colors

By Oydis - The Little Black Dress 👠

By RIMINGS - Lazy Sunday / PJs / Also has a lot of good outfits

By Sunberry - Ribbon top long dress & Pearl Heart

By VIKAI X GREENLLAMAS - SOGUE

By Black Lily - Evenings With You Dress

By Caiocc - Lily: A 10 items set

By Caiocc - CxS Love Myself. - The Collection (9 items)

By clumsyalien - «mixtape» cc pack

By clumsyalien - «ambience» cc pack

By Daisy Pixels - 🔔 Antonia & Diana 🔔

By Miiko - Corset crop-top

By Rusty - Autumn City II

By Rusty - Basic VI

By Rusty - Princess of XIII

By Serenity - Hazelnut Set (12 items)

By Serenity - SxC Love Myself. - The Collection (7 items)

By Serenity - Aurora Set (13 items)

By Serenity - Bloom Set (10 items)

By Serenity - Nuage Set (13 items)

By Serenity - Sour Candy, a 6 item set.

By Serenity - Amethyst Set (6 items)

By Trillyke - Skyline Sweater and Jumper

By Trillyke - Silver Light Jeans

By Trillyke - Bad Chemical Jacket

Swimsuits:

By Caiocc - Ipanema: A 9 items set

By Trillyke - 🌞Hello Summer! Collection 🌞

Men:

By Black Lily - Miles Top

By Rusty - Mellow IV

Shoes:

By Jius-Sims - Shoe Collections

By Madlen - Shoe Collection

Accessories:

By clumsyalien - «euphoria» cc pack

By Miiko - High knit socks

By Pralinesims - PARADOX Glasses

By Pralinesims - DUNE Glasses

By Pralinesims - DOMINO Glasses

By Pralinesims - AGONY Ear Piercing Collection

By Pralinesims - THUNDERSTRUCK Ear Piercing Collection

Hair:

By Sheabuttyr - hannah hair

By Simcelebrity00 - Lexi Hairstyle

By sweetaday - Sasa Hair

By clumsyalien - «sweet & sour» hairs

By Marso - lock and lease

By Marso - kauban cc dump

By Miiko - Emma hair version 2

By Miiko - Anya hair (two lengths)

Skin/Makeup:

By Miiko - Rhea skin set

By Miiko - Body-kit No.2

By Pralinesims - BELLINI Makeup Collection

By Pralinesims - WATERDROP Maxis-Match Eyes

By Pralinesims - ESCAPISM Eye Trio

By Serenity - Anise Lipgloss (11 colors)

Kids:

By Sunberry - Cottagecore Collection👗👗

By Daisy Pixels - 💐☀️ Sunny Skies ☀️💐

By Miiko - 3D eyelashes + Makoto hair (children)

Toddlers:

By Daisy Pixels - Tilly and Pua 🌞💐 🌻 🌼 🌹 🌸

By Miiko - 3D eyelashes for toddlers & infants

Stuff:

By Aira - .˚₊┈୨ The Artist in Me🪞୧┈₊˚.

By RusticSims - CAREYES LIV& DIN - AUGUST SET- TIER PRO (15 TEXTURE)

By Felixandre - THE LIVIN' RUM

By Sixam CC - Boho-Bath Botanical Retreat

By Aira - Study in Style Set…………🐻

By Push Pixels - Urban outdoor

By Syboubou - Clarisse office set

By Miiko - Harmony furniture set

Edit: erased one of the kid's CCs as I don't like the textures and how it fits the sims in general - will probably add more CCs to this in the future!

#sims 4 cc #sims 4 #sims 4 stuff

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womenofwrestlingfashion · 3 months ago

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Team 85 Knitted Bomber Jacket from Jaded London ($145) & Tazz Slipper in Chestnut from UGG ($130)

#Liv Morgan #Gionna Daddio #Team 85 Knitted Bomber Jacket #jacket #jackets #Jaded London #Tazz Slipper #slipper #slippers #chestnut #ugg #women of wrestling fashion #wwe

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wwereaderinserts · 2 months ago

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Can I request Fem!reader develops a crush on Damian Priest & assures TJD 2.0 that she’s just messing around. But when her infatuation with Priest causes Dom to suffer a minor injury in the ring, reader ends up suffering the consequences the next week when Liv replaces her with Raquel Rodriguez who attacks the reader.

A/N: First of all, I'm well aware that this took about 3 months to complete and I'm so sorry about the wait. I've not had much time to myself whatsoever in recent months but I'm trying my best to slowly ease back into writing! Title: Forgive and Forget Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem!Reader Word Count: 2,021

No matter how much you’ve reassured the rest of the group that your blossoming crush on Damian is absolutely nothing to be worried about, it’s becoming increasingly harder to try hiding from them all as time marches on.

Vehemently denying it as much as you have been has only made your feelings grow stronger over the weeks, like the forbidden nature of it all has only made you want to pursue things with Damian even more despite knowing that you will never be able to, unless you want your faction members on your case even more than they already have been as of late.

“Guys, come on, stop looking at me like that!” you laugh and glance around at them all, “How many times do I need to tell you all, it’s nothing serious with Priest. It’s just a bit of fun! Nothing to worry about, and it won’t get in the way of tonight, either.”

“It’d better not, because if things start looking like they’re going sideways for Dom tonight, you’re going out there to help him out. Distract Priest, slide a chair to Dom if you need to, just…do whatever it takes to throw him off his game if it comes to it.”

Liv is crystal clear with you, her icy eyes not leaving yours while Dom stands right by her side, his arm linked with hers as he nods in agreement. You look amongst them all, and your brows knit together, bemused as you really start to mull things over.

Any one of them could go out to help Dom, whether it’s JD, Carlito, Finn, even Liv herself. Yet here they are, asking you specifically. You fold your arms and quirk a brow at each of them before you find your voice.

“Why not have one of the guys go out instead? Why ask me?”

You question Liv, to which she guffaws and momentarily steps away from Dom’s side, bringing herself face to face with you. The smile gradually fades away from her face, being replaced with a stone cold serious expression instead as she stares right through you.

“Because…consider it a kind of test for you. That your loyalties really do lie with us, and you’re not actually gonna do anything stupid like entertain the idea of Damian.”

Throughout the rest of the night, those words ring through your mind as each segment and match comes and goes, practically playing on an infinite loop when you’re watching Dom’s match against Damian happening in real time.

It all started off promising for Dom, but now it’s evident that Priest has the upper hand in the match. You watch every move of theirs, your palms now growing clammy at the feeling of your faction members’ eyes burning holes in the back of your head as things definitely start to turn sideways.

“Aren’t you gonna go out and help Dom? Y’know, like I told you to earlier?”

Liv asks, louder than necessary, making a point of prompting you while the others nod and murmur in agreement. You exhale to the point where you’re sure you’ll deflate, but when you don’t make any further moves, Liv nudges you with her elbow, harshly.

“Did I stutter? Get your ass out there!”

She demands, and by some miracle, you manage to hold your tongue before you make your move to head out onto the stage. You choose to ignore the crowd reactions and focus on jogging down the ramp to Dom’s aid instead, even though you don’t quite have a game plan as to how to help him just yet.

“Dom, I’m here! Whatever you need, you got it!” You call to him when you reach ringside, leaning against the apron while you grab his attention. Dom rolls onto his side from where he’s laying on the mat, giving you a nod of acknowledgement, and once he does, it’s almost as if it’s a pass of sorts to let your attention wander just for a second.

Your gaze drifts over to Damian, and in that moment, you forget precisely what your main objective is. He has your full, undivided attention, and when your heart stutters in your chest the second his eyes meet yours? It makes you completely reconsider what you said earlier about this being just a bit of fun and nothing for anyone to worry about. You can’t say for certain, and maybe it’s partly down to wishful thinking, but you’re convinced he’s somewhat interested at the very least, too.

“Oh, you got some help out here!”

Damian laughs to himself while he drags Dom back up to his feet, landing a series of blows on him in quick succession. Then, he holds Dom in place, glancing over at you as if to taunt you before he proceeds with any further offense on him.

“If you’re gonna do something, do it!”

He waits, but you don’t budge, internally at war with yourself over helping Dom out or reluctantly costing Priest his match. When you remain in place, Damian shrugs before he delivers a quick gut punch to Dom before he rolls him up and hoists him above his head, and that’s when you know you have to do something.

Clambering up onto the apron, you reach out to grab hold of Dom’s leg in hopes of stopping Damian from sending him crashing onto the mat with a Razor’s Edge. You succeed, and you do your utmost to try dragging Dom out of his grasp, though your attempt is seemingly feeble.

“Hey, let go!” Damian yells at you, “Let me finish this!”

Your hold on Dom doesn’t falter, now playing human tug of war with Damian while you attempt to disrupt the match the best you can and rob him of a victory over Dom. It isn’t until he turns his head to face you, looking at you to address you directly, that your hold slackens.

“You know you don’t really want to do this. Any of it, not with these guys. We can talk about it later, just us. There’s a lot we need to talk about, actually. About us, and I think you know what I mean. Come find me-”

It’s stupid, but any feelings that you’ve swallowed down previously hit you like a freight train when the words leave his mouth. He’s all but told you that he feels the same way as you do, and that you can find an ally in him, should you choose to take him up on his vague offer at this peculiar time.

The sheer surprise of his words causes you to spontaneously loosen your hold on Dom, which throws an unsuspecting Damian off balance where he was pulling the younger man in the opposite direction with such force.

Damian unexpectedly releases Dom too soon, and Dom crashes onto the mat at an angle, landing awkwardly on his side, particularly his arm. He cries out in pain, and your heart sinks, knowing that it’s you who’s to blame and that you most definitely won’t even get a chance to talk to Damian later, and that you’ll be spending the rest of the evening explaining yourself.

A week passes, and everything has seemed relatively normal up to this point. Liv was angry with you initially after last week’s mishap, as were the rest of your faction members, but you figured that they’d forgiven and forgotten after a few days and chalked it up to an accident which ended up with Dom’s arm being in a sling for the foreseeable.

You couldn’t have been more wrong on that front.

Backstage, you walk the halls alone as you make your way to the others. They wanted to talk, insisting that everything gets said in person, and it’s not until you turn a corner in the corridor that you feel like you’ve been hit by a bus.

You plummet to the floor, not even having a second to register exactly what’s going on before you’re on the receiving end of a beatdown. Your head bounces off the wall once or twice, and you’re hit with stomp after stomp, punch after punch until you’re barely conscious and can take no more.

“Oh, did you just think we’d all forgive and forget?”

An all too familiar voice asks, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head back. You’re panting, breathless, trying to make sense of everything when you open your eyes to see Liv looking right back at you.

“Dom told us everything, y’know. He heard what Damian told you, said that you let him go right after that. You’re the reason he got hurt. I see how it is now, you chose your side, didn’t you?”

“Liv, I-”

“Shut up!”

She hisses before you can continue, and she giggles sinisterly to herself. She yanks your hair once again and you wince, your gaze darting to the side to see a second figure crouching down besides Liv. The person responsible for your beatdown, you presume.

“I don’t need someone whose loyalties don’t match up with the rest of ours. I’m done with you.” Liv tells you, matter of factly, “Say hi to Raquel, she’s your replacement.”

Raquel gives a brief wave in the form of fluttering her fingers, and she glances at Liv, as though she’s awaiting a signal of some sort. Liv gives her a curt nod, and just as Raquel is about to take over and continue her assault on you, a booming voice sounding from down the hallway stops the duo dead in their tracks, and they scurry away, leaving you on the corridor floor.

“(Y/N)! Hey, are you okay?”

You weren’t expecting it at all, but Damian comes to your aid in quite the hurry. He crouches down beside you, quickly checking you over for any notable injuries while you struggle to come to.

“I’ve been better.” you chuckle humourlessly, hissing at the throbbing pain in your ribs, “I should’ve known better, huh? Should’ve known they were planning something like this after what happened last week.”

Attempting to sit up alone, you grit your teeth and shoulder the pain before Damian wraps an arm around you to aid you. You lean into his hold, mainly because you need the support, but also because you gladly welcome his touch.

“Listen,” he begins, his eyes not leaving yours, “What I said last week, I meant it. I’ve seen it over the weeks, it’s obvious you were having a change of heart, even if you didn’t realise it yourself.”

You quirk a bemused brow at him, and he shoots you a look that screams don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about, so you have no choice but to concede on this matter.

“Alright, yeah. Maybe there might be some truth in it-”

“No, there is. You know there is. I know they made you interfere last week, and all I’m saying is we have a common enemy. And, uh, it’s not the right time, and I get that, but…common interest, too. You know what I mean by that, right?”

Damian probes, and your cheeks flush as you crack a smile and nod. It’s definitely no secret now you’ve heard it straight from the horse’s mouth.

“I was hoping I was reading things right on that last bit. But…spell things out for me on the first bit, just so we’re on the same page?”

You prompt him further, not wanting to read the situation completely wrong. Damian purses his lips, mulling the words over before he continues.

“If you need an ally, you got one in me. Your situation is clearly done, but you don’t have to go through it all alone. I’m there for you. Rhea, too, I’m sure.”

He reassures you, and despite your pain and discomfort following your ordeal, you muster a chuckle as you give him a determined look. You bring a hand up in front of you, offering it to Damian in the form of a handshake which will surely seal the deal.

“Alright, then let’s do this. You, me, Rhea. Let’s take down Judgment Day 2.0.”

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Head Over Heels Part 11

Jackson!Joel / Reader

Special Guest Appearance by a Certain FBI Agent who may or may not look a lot like Joel.

You left the loneliness of your home and headed to Jackson with Joel and the teenage girl he was with, hoping your new life would be less lonely. You should've stayed alone.

WARNING:

Non-canon Compliant, Pining, Fluff and Angst, Hurt Joel (The Last of Us), Joel is Bad at Feelings (The Last of Us), Joel Needs a Hug (The Last of Us), Joel Lives (The Last of Us), Protective Joel (The Last of Us), Soft Joel (The Last of Us), Jealousy, Loneliness, Trauma.

MEGA WARNING: Descriptions of Attempted Sexual Assault.

@copperhalfcent @joelalorian @vickie5446 @peelieblue @nandan11 @liciafonseca @senoratess @denisanoemi @lovefreylove @heartpatch

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Part 10

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Before you realized it, months went by, and Christmas was around the corner. You were going to work, spending time with your family and friends, so happy with your life you almost forgot about the life you had outside of these walls and the dangers that still existed out there. You’d even taken up knitting, Lucy patiently teaching you the ins and outs of the art, even though your straight lines were wonky at best.

Your brothers, Marcus, Tommy and Joel got along famously these days, often seen together hanging out or having a drink. They had some sort of an agreement when it came to you and their ladies – at least one of them would stay in town with you and the ladies whenever the others were on patrol. You spent your time with all of them, together or separately, your brothers providing the headaches, laughs, comfort and safety only brothers could give, Marcus his shoulders and ears for all your complaints and woes, and yours, his, and Joel… well… Joel was Joel.

He was… different. Mellowed, was the word you would use. He smiled and laughed a lot more with Ellie, cooed and played with Jake a lot, and with you… he was just… soft. His voice, his demeanour, his looks. His entire body relaxed any time he saw you. His shoulders, usually stiff and ready to fight rounded and slouched slightly when walking with you. His eyes were always on yours now, making you blush so much you had to look away.

Still, it had only been a few months since the ‘do over’ vow. Ever since that near kiss at his place, the two of you had been a lot more comfortable with each other. You had gotten used to having his arm around you, him, your head on his shoulder. Maybe a kiss on the cheek or two. But other than that, the two of you were still hesitant for more – you, for fear that he hadn’t really changed, that he was still hesitant to love, and him, your hesitancy. But, you reasoned, you had been patient for years, you could wait a few more months.

Ellie had taken to borrowing more and more books from Ike, even helping the old man with the books every now and again. She followed you around, reading to you, or asking you about this and that book that she had heard of but had yet to read. And Jake, well. What can you say? He was already your favourite man of them all, a gummy smile from him could erase years of heartbreak, you always said. Liv and Diana agreed – these days your arguments with them stemmed from Jake, mainly who he was winking at, or which auntie he loved the most. Several kidnapping attempts had been made by various individuals, yourself may or may not had been included, but Maria, all of you found out, was a scary momma, so no one was trying that again.

Vanessa was transferred to another team at Joel’s request. Pete’s, to be exact, much to his chagrin. Their different schedules had been paramount in his side activities with the ladies in town, and now, that had taken a backseat, and he was not happy about it. Vanessa, in an attempt to reignite her marriage, had taken to clinging on to him like a leech, and he had tolerated it just because Tommy and Maria had a little talk with him, in case he planned to treat her in any way she didn’t deserve to be treated.

It didn’t help that his ‘fierce fighter Casanova’ character had taken a backseat now that your brothers, Marcus and Joel were around, their reputations and skills making him look like an amateur. More and more men were actively standing up to him any time he tried his luck with the ladies, especially since a few of his partners emerged from his ‘care’ with bruises, and in the case of one particular lady, a mysterious pregnancy and miscarriage. No one stood up to him before, but they all seemed to have grown a bit of a back bone now, knowing that these more experienced gentlemen would back them up without a second thought.

Still, Vanessa’s longing looks for Joel never ceased, and Pete, ever the hypocrite, took that as an insult. So he kept trying his luck with you, despite your continuous rebuffs. And luckily for you, these attempts were usually in the hall as you were working, so he often gave up as soon as one of the men in the hall came near, but not without leering at you. On one such occasion, he cornered you as you were helping Ricky unload some olive oil from his little orchard, telling you he would succeed eventually, just you wait. And if you kept denying him his rights – ‘tit for tat’ as he called it, still insisting that Joel had taken his wife to bed – he would take it by force, receiving a stern warning from Ricky who overheard his threat.

Esther hadn’t come near you since that incident in the hall, but saved her best stares for you, muttering under her breath, which she did often, so much so, you wondered if her accusations of your 'witchcraft' was just a projection of her own practices. So far, you still had all your teeth and you hadn't sprouted extra limbs or anything like that, but you kept your fingers crossed, just in case. The men had stayed away from her, and the work she was doing these few months were making her so miserable it showed. Her once stylishly set hair no longer had the same bounce now that she wasn’t spending her time setting it at the saloon all day.

Apart from those two instances, your life was smooth sailing. You had your brothers, your friends, and the man whose eyes stared directly into your soul these days, so much so, you often found yourself looking away despite spending the last 16 years longing for those eyes to look at you just once.

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Come Christmas day, the reality of this happy life you were living was hitting you in the face at full blast, and you were not complaining. Watching Ellie and your friends and family smiling and laughing while opening gifts, eating ‘til your bellies almost burst, watching Christmas movies back to back as your eyes began to close one by one as the fire roared in the fireplace was something you thought you would never experience again, at least not this merrily, and definitely not with all of them wearing some sort of wonky, mismatched knitting you had made throughout your time here.

Joel stopped you at the bottom of the spiral staircase to your apartment after he walked you home. He produced two roughly packaged items for you, wishing you a Merry Christmas. You leaned on the pole of the metal staircase and opened the bigger of the package first. A small, curved blade with a wooden handle in a leather sheath was in it. The handle small enough to fit in your hand, a hole at the top of it, the blade glinting even in the dark night.

“The sheath clips on your waist band, and it’s small enough to hide, and should be comfortable for you to carry around,” he said, “Will you have it with you at all times? Please? Give me a peace of mind?” he pleaded, his eyes earnest.

You smiled, studying the small knife. “I hardly leave Jackson, Joel. I’m safe here, who would I use this on?”

“Please?” he begged, “Just in case. I know it’s safe, but danger is everywhere, and I don’t want you needing it and not having it,” he said.

“Joel…”

“Please, Elena, I need you safe. Here, let me show you,” he took the knife from your hand, sheathed it, and lifted a bit of your shirt, and inserted the clip on the sheath onto your waistband, his gloveless fingers brushing against your skin. Sorry, he muttered, hastily pulling your shirt back over the teeny weapon. “See?”

It was perfect, actually. But you couldn’t think of a response for that little demo he performed at that moment. All you could think of was how your entire body was covered in goosebumps despite the layers you had on, and not from the cold. All you saw was him. He was so close to you.

“Joel…”

He finally looked up, his eyes boring into yours. You took a step up the staircase so you were face to face with him and leaned in, tentatively touching your lips to his. You could hear him gasp, and you pulled back, worried that you had gone too far. He took your waist in his hand, stopping you from moving further from him, his lips chasing yours, and kissed you.

Oh, how he kissed you.

Joel surprised himself by how gentle he was being with you. That he didn’t just devour your mouth with his. All these years later and he was finally kissing you, he didn’t even know if this was real. But he could feel you. He could feel your eyelashes flutter on his own as you closed your eyes, he was sure you could feel his too. He could feel your lips on his, all soft and warm as he massaged them with his own. He could feel one of your hand hold on to his jacket, while the other took his free one, your fingers lacing with his, not minding the fact that his palm was ridiculously sweaty despite the cold temperature and the snow on the ground – he had been nervous to give you your presents, worried you wouldn’t like them. His biggest dream since the day you jumped off the tree house had just come true. He was kissing you. And you were kissing him back.

It was so much better than he had ever imagined.

But he needed more. Wanted more.

So he ran his tongue over your lower lips, slanting his head a little bit more, taking more of your mouth with his.

You moaned.

Joel found himself lightheaded, letting go of your hand, taking a tight hold of the metal pole of the staircase to steady himself, his knees threatening to give out from under him. He needed to do this to anchor himself, keep himself upright, lest he took you down with him if his traitorous knees decided to stop working.

Both your hands were now on his jacket, clutching on for dear life as your legs felt like they’d turned into Jello, standing upright only by his hand holding you by the waist otherwise. You got a bit braver and licked the inside of his top lip, just a little, shocked at how Kissing 101 with Adam Trenton was rushing back into your memory when you still couldn’t do algebra or fractions to save your own life.

Joel Miller, the man who you saw mow down an entire hospital by himself, who killed clickers like he was weeding an overgrown lawn, the one who you’d been told took off grown men’s digits and cut off their legs alive, whimpered into your mouth.

He fucking whimpered.

Joel swore he was going to pass out. He felt like he was having an outer body experience, a dream, a nightmare and a déjà vu all at the same time. This was something he had been dreaming of since he first saw you. Something that graced and haunted his dreams nightly.

These dreams he had of kissing you played different roles in his life these past 16 years. More often than not, it served as fodder for his morning wood, the ones he had to actively hide from you as you travelled with him and Ellie, leaving him ashamed of the juxtaposition of him wanting you so badly he had to push you away for the sake of his guilt and self-deprecating thoughts.

Sometimes, it served as comfort for the nightmare he had been reliving nightly since Sarah died. The one where he helplessly held his little girl as she took her final breath, waking up in sweats. When he somehow managed to fall back asleep, the phantom feeling of your lips against his would help soothe him, allowing him to smile contentedly in his sleep before waking up to reality, disappointed that it was all a dream.

Sometimes, it served as a shining beacon that reminded him of his humanity, particularly on those nights he had trouble sleeping having fulfilled one of his stone-cold duties for the day, that his life would somehow get back on track and that he no longer needed to kill and brutalize to survive.

Sometimes, it served as a nightmare, one where he woke up feeling the comfort of your kisses in his dreamland to Tess sleeping next to him while on the road, her arm wrapped around him from their stress relief the night before. That was the worst. The guilt he felt, dreaming of your lips as Tess spooned him made him feel like a monster, more so than torturing someone for information.

But the one he remembered so clearly, and perhaps the most thankful for, was the ones that filled his sleep as he laid recuperating from his stab wound. They felt so real you might as well have truly kissed him. The hope that it gave him, just the possibility that it might happen one day, gave him the will the fight the infection, to survive one more day, just so he could experience the real thing.

And now, here you were, lips locked onto his, you soft moans driving him crazy. He needed more. He needed to wrap himself around you, hold you tight and never let go.

But first, he needed to let go of the pole. So he pulled his hand off the pole.

Nothing. It wouldn’t come off the pole.

Fuck. Why couldn’t he let go of the pole?

One more try, his face turning away from you slightly, still kissing you, not wanting to let your lips go now that he had access to them. But the thing he wanted, needed to let go in order to take this kiss to the next level wouldn’t let him go. He felt all the blood drain from his body when he realized what had happened.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! His hand was stuck to the pole. His sweaty, fucking hand was stuck to the cold, fucking pole.

“Joel? What’s wrong?” you asked him, all breathless and soft and warm from his kisses, your lips travelling from his own to pepper kisses along his jaw, leaving him squirming and a lot more frustrated than he already was.

Joel had two choices.

One, leave his hand stuck on the pole and keep kissing you, and chop the frostbitten hand off later.

Or he could tell you the truth and risk you laughing at him.

Alas, he stood there in contemplation for so long you realized what happened before he could come to a decision. You freaked out and immediately climbed the stairs to go up to your place, hastily adding more wood to your stove and putting a metal bucket with water on it to warm up, yelling at him of what you were doing, screaming at the bucket of water to warm up faster. You kept warning him not to try to pull his hand off, and all Joel wanted to do was to tell you to come back, he missed your lips, it’s okay, he could live without his hand, but he doubted he could live without kissing you now that he had a taste. Still, all the frantic running and yelling you were doing brought a smile to his face. It reminded him of the hazy memories of how frantic you were when he was down from the stab. Checking on him, dripping water into his mouth, chewing meat and feeding them to him. Covering his body with yours to keep him warm.

You cared about him.

He couldn’t stop his smile as you came back down with the slightly warm bucket, not having the patience to wait any longer for the water to heat up. He hissed as you poured warmish water around his hand, finally setting it free. Immediately, his hand shot up to hold your face, but you pulled back, telling him you should go up and look at it in the light.

It’s a good job you insisted. His hand was red raw. Some of his skin had peeled, and you made him sit on your bed, getting some clean towels to clean it before putting some salve on it, wrapping it up with a handkerchief after.

By then, all the excitement from the kiss had dissipated, and you sat next to him, fussing over his hand, his lips forgotten. He thanked you for taking care of him as you lifted his wrapped hand and gently kissed it better.

Oh well, whatever was filling his pants to desperation just then had gone away anyway.

So, Joel pushed the other package your way, asking you to open it. When you did, a bracelet fell onto your lap. A bracelet made up of wooden dices and beads, a black string holding them together, your name carved on the dices, one for each letter. This one was special, you thought. It was expertly carved, as if the carver had practiced this over and over. Unlike the ones before where only one face of the dices was carved, the faces of the dices contained carvings of other things apart from the alphabets making up your name. A sun, a daisy, a heart, all delicately carved into the small surfaces, which was then painted and shellacked into perfect shines. All those things representing you to the carver.

But how…

You looked at Joel, wonder on your face. You got the knife from your waistband, looking at it under the light for the first time. Your hand moulded perfectly over the handle, your thumb slotted into the hole at the top comfortably, as if someone had studied your hand and carved that handle to your size with precision.

Your name was carved onto it.

“Where did you get these, Joel?”

He looked at his wrapped hand shyly, “I made them.”

“What? So… the bracelets before… and…” your hand shot up to the necklace you were wearing.

He smiled, nodding. “I made them. Tess found them and gave them to you.”

Tess knew?

He nodded, “She told me to be with you – just before she…” he swallowed. “That’s one of the reasons why I couldn’t tell you earlier. I felt like I’ve cheated on her. Like I’ve let her down, somehow. She knew. She’ds always known. She just never told us. And I felt guilty, too, you know? I never… felt the same way about her. So I just needed time to get over that.”

He took the bracelet from you and tied it around your wrist, running his finger over it once he’s done.

“It’s beautiful Joel, thank you. How did you carve this on such small surfaces?”

He looked to be thinking for a while, telling you he’s had a lot of practice.

“Just saying, if you ever potter about in my basement and found a box that rattles, maybe don’t open it?” he said, cringing a little.

You laughed, and pulled his face to yours for another kiss, a chaste one, this time, thanking him one more time.

“So? Will you wear the knife on you at all times? Please? You didn’t answer my question.”

“Why all this sudden worry about my safety?”

“I’ve always been worried. It’s just, lately…” his eyes began to wonder from your own, looking at the floor, like he’s hiding something.

“Joel? What are you not telling me?”

He got quiet, contemplating whether or not to tell you.

“Ricky may have told me something Pete said to you.”

You closed your eyes, cursing under your breath.

“Joel, Pete’s not going to do anything. And I can take care of myself. You know this. You’ve seen this. Ricky shouldn’t have said anything to you.”

“I know you can, but Ricky was looking out for you, darling, and so am I. So, please? Take care of yourself with this blade on your waistband? Please?”

You saw the earnestness in his eyes, pleading you to do him this favour. He cared about you.

“Okay.”

“Yeah?” he asked, a huge, relieved smile on his face.

“Yeah. Okay.”

“Thank you,” he whispered, closing in on you, capturing your lips with his again.

The two of you made out like teenagers that night, despite being in your mid forties and fifties, and fell asleep in each other’s arms, your sleeps dreamless, all the way until morning.

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You were just about to sit down for dinner when Joel came in with Ellie, all dressed up and ready to go for his night shift on patrol. He sat down next to you, arm around your shoulder as you fed him off your plate, Will and Tommy teasing him to get his own plate like an adult.

“You really should, you know, you’re going on patrol. What if you get hungry again? I’ve eaten half of the plate already,” you told him.

“But it tastes so much better when you feed them to me. Plus, this gorgeous woman packed me an extra sandwich,” he said, winking at you, opening his pack to place the Tupperware you gave him in it, leaning in to kiss you sweetly after.

God, you’ve been blushing way too much these days.

You walked him to the stable after dinner, walking hand in hand with him, his massive ones gloved this time. “Be careful Joel. Please come back to me,” you whispered, tightening the scarf you made for him around his neck, as you got on your tippy toes to kiss the living daylights out of him. When you finally pulled back, Joel looked like a dumb kid, his eyes dreamy, a stupid smile on his face, all thoughts driven out of his head save for you. He swallowed hard before answering you, and even that, came out as some mumbling which made you laugh. He pulled you back to him for another kiss, shutting the fuck out of you. Now it’s you who was all dreamy and smiley. Who’s the dumb kid now?

The two of you finally separated when Will and Tommy shouted that it was time to go, and Joel walked over to get his horse to much teasing and catcalling from his fellow patrollers, much to his outer annoyance, although he was secretly enjoying it on the inside.

You watched until he rode out of the gate before going back into the kitchen to clean up. You stopped by Benny and Marcus’s table to say hi, solved some stupid argument they were bickering about before slapping Benny at the back of his head, rolling your sleeves to get back to work.

***Descriptions of an attempted S***al Assault coming***

You took the buckets of trash out back to put in the burn pile, emptying them before turning back to go inside. Before you knew what was happening, you were slammed face first into the building, knocking the bearings and thoughts out of you, falling on your back, your head too fuzzy to make sense of what was happening. You could feel blood filling your throat, choking you, so you turned to the side to cough it out, managing to do so just as someone kicked you in the stomach and sides, over and over and over again. You screamed in pain, but what came out was a weak gurgle, you sights still blurred from the hot, wet liquid pouring out of your forehead.

As you tried to get up, that someone pinned you down on the ground, and his face came into your vision.

Pete.

An angry Pete.

“You think you can reject me, old maid? Joel is not here to protect you now, is he?” he seethed, his knee on your stomach, laughing maniacally as you struggled to breathe or even move.

“I told you, I will take what’s mine, even if I have to take it by force, you and your stupid ego and your stupid sense of security left me no choice!” he shouted, pulling back, aiming a fist at the centre of your face. You managed to turn your head and the punch landed on your ear instead, and even through the ringing, you could hear the bones in his hand crackle and pop.

He released a guttural groan, “You broke my hand, you stupid whore!” raising his other hand and slapping you across the face, hard.

Your head was now swimming. There was red in your eyes, you could hardly breathe, each attempt bringing blood down your trachea, drowning you. Your body convulsed, and he put his entire body weight on you, rendering you immobile. Nothing you did got him off. Your hands were scratching at him, punching his torso, pushing him off, but all to no avail. He was too big, too strong.

You could feel your consciousness slipping. Joel, you thought, your eyes looking around for him. He’s not here. He’s not here.

Pete began to unbuckle his belt, one hand around your throat.

Fuck, you were going out. Joel, your consciousness called out again, when suddenly, Pete’s hold on your throat loosened, starting to unzip his pants.

Your hand went to your waistband and grabbed the curved blade Joel had given you, and with what little energy and fight you had left, you stabbed him sideways with it in the stomach, just the way Joel showed you, pulling the knife out in one go, the curved blade ripping out a chunk of his skin, fat and muscle out.

He let out a blood curdling scream, the back door to the kitchen blowing open, and someone screamed for help. Diana, you thought, as your semi consciousness clocked Pete punching her in the face before running off into the night.

Men were surrounding you, Marcus rolling your body to the side to stop you from choking on your own blood. Breathe, Elena, breathe, he pleaded. And the moment you did, you coughed. You coughed so much blood out, but you could breathe again, albeit not without being in pain.

Benny came rushing by your side, having tried to go get Pete first, prying the knife out of your hand. You bolted upright, screaming from the pain, “No! No! Please, no!”

“Okay, okay Elena, you hold on to the knife,” Benny said, his voice gentle despite the angry look on his face, kicking himself that he didn’t get to you sooner. “Come on, little sis, I’m gonna take you to the clinic, okay?”

He tried to pick you up, but you stopped him. You can walk, you stubbornly said, getting up, Marcus and Benny keeping you steady. Hank and the other men had gone looking for Pete, Diana recognizing him immediately, despite the darkness.

The two helped you walk, slowly, towards the clinic, Benny pleading to let him carry you. You wouldn’t, wanting to at least do this yourself, needing to have control after what had just happened. It’s not that far. I can walk, you kept telling him. Even Marcus’s coaxing didn’t work. You kept walking, the knife Joel handcrafted still in your hand, your thumb in its slot, hanging on to it for dear life, so glad you decided to take his advice right now.

The streets of Jackson were shockingly empty, everyone scattered looking for Pete. Even the Bison was quiet. Just as you passed the saloon, the clinic one little alley away, Pete emerged from the dark alley, covered in blood, a gun in his hand. Benny hugged you, covering your body with his own, pushing you down with him as Marcus lunged at him to wrestle the gun away, and a gunshot rang through the streets of Jackson.

Hank, Marcus and the rest of the men out looking for Pete grabbed him from the ground, Marcus with the gun in his hand. The men hauled Pete away, screaming profanities at you, as a panicked Maria came running, Liv following closely behind. They helped Benny get you back up, Benny checking you for additional injuries, his face white with worry.

“Is she okay?” Marcus asked, handing Maria Pete’s gun.

“Marcus,” Liv said, shaky hands pointing at his body.

You looked at your friend, his yellow shirt blooming with blood seeping from his stomach, as he looked down and lifted the shirt up.

A bullet wound was leaking blood near his navel. Marcus lifted his head to look at you, smiled, and fell to the ground.

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Part 12

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