#liv knits

[blue-eyed-cutiepatootie]

IT IS FINISHED (except weaving in ends and blocking)

[redcanoli]

Today we say goodbye to my Little Scorpion sweater yoke I’ve been working on for a few months on and off.

I cast it on when I started moving in with my now husband and finally unpacked the rest of my yarn, only to find out I greatly misremembered how many skeins I had for the body and sleeves (2 out of the 5 I thought I had, don’t ask I just don’t know) so it’s getting frogged. I spent 3 hours unraveling and detangling the yarn from this.

Tears were shed.

I did cast on the second sock to round out a pair of vanilla socks I started in 2023, which I suppose is a victory?

Don’t have that blue so no subtle color work in this one.

[hellish-cruelty]

Sweater weather is here.

Movies/TV shows -

1.Chris Evans' Perfect Cable Knit in "Knives Out"

2. Liv Tyler's Cropped Sweater paired with a plaid skirt in "Empire Records"

3. Marilyn Monroe's memorable Sweater Dress in "Let's Make Love"

4. Rory Gilmore's Cable Knit Oversized Sweater in "Gilmore Girls"

5. Anne Hathaway's Infamous "Cerulean" Sweater in "The Devil Wears Prada"

6. Meg Ryan's dashing red Sweater in "When Harry Met Sally"

7. Cher Horowitz's Sunny Yellow Sweater in "Clueless"

8. Zouzou's Red Polo Neck paired with a coat in Rohmer's "Love in the Afternoon"

9. Audrey Hepburn’s Iconic Turtleneck in "Breakfast at Tiffany’s"

10. Julia Roberts' "I'm just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her" Rib Knit Sweater from "Notting Hill "

[womenofwrestlingfashion]

Pointelle Knit Bardot Jumpsuit with Belt in Black from Manière De Voir ($175) - Liv removed the belt from her jumpsuit.

[heich0e]

Liv I’m indulging in my favorite hobby (thinking about livtaro) and was thinking how you said once you get compliments on your hand.. I think Rin would be obsessed with your pretty hands 😋

this made my stomach do things i wish it didnt

[laidraws]

A scene from @soliloquent-stark's lovely fic Honey Whiskey

I LOVE middle school teacher Steve in his cute cable knit sweater, I couldn't get the thought out of my mind. Thank you Liv for writing this!

Also personal PSA I'm going to be AFK for travel for a few weeks so pls do not expect updates thank you!

[bijouxcarys]

Prove It (Roman Reigns x fem!Reader)

Masterlist

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.”

[hotmomsonly101]

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.

[whiskeyandwant]

Whiskey and Want |dbf!Joel x f!reader| | 18+ MINORS DNI | {series masterlist} {last chapter}

Chapter 5: Angel Numbers | wordcount | 3k {TLOU AU, modern-ish, no outbreak, Sarah lives!} series chapters: one. two. three. four.

| a/n | Okay y'all, heres a bit of angst for this Sunday afternoon... time to be fed, kinda. This part got me hot under the collar when I wrote it. Are you rooting for these two to work out or do you wanna see them crash and burn? lmk xoxo- Liv

"“You’re insufferable,” you echo. He hums, amused. “You keep sayin’ that, Bird.” he pauses, or maybe he hesitates, “startin’ to think it means you like me.” Your hand jumps—the cigarette singes your fingers, burnt down to the filter. He grins, dimple deep. You want to wipe it off his face. Smug fuck."

Warnings/tags: 18+ only, minors DNI, slow burn, forbidden romance, angst, dbf! trope, (duh), yearning, Alcohol aftermath,smoking, guilt, intoxication, kissing, straddling, sexual tension, eventual smut, age gap dynamics, strong language, emotional vulnerability, mentions of grief and death by implied suicide, series warnings after the fic. reader uses she/her pronouns and has hair. no major physical descriptions of the reader. no use of y/n but has the nickname Bird, Birdie, etc. reader has a backstory.

Your eyes flutter open.

For a moment, you’re still there—straddling Joel’s lap on the porch, his hands gripping you, his voice rasping, “We shouldn’t be doin’ this.” Then—creak, a snap, falling. Your body jerks, eyes snapping open, heart hammering against your ribs, still aching from too many cigarettes and that dive bar’s fog machine.

Why does a dive bar need a fucking fog machine?

Your breath catches as you separate dream from reality. You’re not on the porch. You’re not in Joel’s lap. You are on the couch. And Joel is still here.

Oh, fuck.

His large frame slumps against the opposite end, one arm bent behind his head, the other resting heavy over his stomach. But it’s his hand that stops you cold—because even in sleep, he’s holding onto you. His fingers wrap loosely around your ankle, thumb pressed against your Achilles. The soft lamplight barely illuminates him, but you feel it, warm, solid, like he’s claiming you even in sleep. It’s worse than the dream; because this is real, and you want it too much. Another wave of heat crashes into you, tangling reality with fantasy.

Shit.

Your body hums, the ghost of his dream touch blurring with his real one, and you’re still a little drunk, making it impossible to think straight. You inhale, slow and deep, trying to ground yourself. Count to three, hold, and exhale. Again. Halfway through the second breath, Joel shifts, fingers flexing around your ankle. You freeze. His breathing stays deep, even. Then his thumb traces slow circles against your skin, like he senses you but won’t let go.

Shit, shit, shit.

You need to move. Carefully, you pull your leg free, but his grip tightens—just for a second, enough to make you flinch. Then he exhales, long and deep, and his fingers slacken. You slip away. Your bare feet hit the floor, but you don’t stand yet. You stare at him. His brows are faintly knit, lips parted, the tension in his face softened by sleep. But he still looks serious—like he’s dreaming of something that won’t let him rest.

You swallow hard and push up from the couch. Your legs wobble beneath you. You need air. You need water. You need to get your head straight. Your eyes scan the room for your jacket, remembering your phone is still in Joel’s truck.

Shit.

You tiptoe into the kitchen, glancing at the stove clock. The numbers glow green. 3:33Angel numbers.

Your dad won’t be up for a few hours. One less thing to panic about. You stand there, barefoot on the linoleum, picturing your father finding you tangled with Joel on the couch. Would it look harmless? Was it? You’re not convinced. Your thighs press together, aching, damp cotton clinging to your skin, the aftershocks of that dream about your dad’s best friend. Not the first. Not the last. Joel crashing here isn’t new either—especially when Sarah’s away. You’ve never asked why, but you guess it’s less about beer and more about not sleeping alone. Not your business.

You grab a bottle from the cupboard, fill it with water, and gulp half down, deciding to change before grabbing your phone. You settle on changing first. You need to pee anyway. Quietly, you climb upstairs, skipping the creaky fourth step. Your dad’s not waking up. Joel? You’re not sure. He’s not as easy going as he pretends. You’ve seen how protective he gets with Sarah, a single girl-dad, who probably sleeps with one eye open; a gun under the mattress. You push open your bedroom door, the phantom weight of Joel’s hand still lingering.

You slip the dress off, letting it pool at your feet in a heap of chiffon. You step out and cross to your dresser, pulling the bottom drawer. Your fingers skim pajama bottoms before grabbing shorts. Too short? Maybe. Fantastic for your ass? Yes. They’ll do. You throw on a faded Cypress Hill tee, stolen from your dad years ago. It’s soft, oversized, like armor. Probably as old as you. In the bathroom, the mirror confirms it.

Fucking yikes.

You pee, then swipe a makeup wipe under your eyes. Mascara smudges, sharpening your eyeliner wing. Small victories. You swish mouthwash, just in case.

Just in case what?

Jesus. Get it together.

That dream fucked you up. You creep downstairs, skipping the creaky step. The house is silent, thick with late-night stillness. You head for the door, then realize—Shit. No keys, no truck.

For fuck’s sake.

You scan the foyer, nothing. Kitchen—empty. Then you spot it. The lanyard peeking from his flannel on the recliner. You step forward, reaching,

“Fucking damnit—”

Pain shoots through your foot. You stumble, catching yourself. What the fuck? Your heels. Joel left them in the middle of the floor, a booby trap in the dark.

A low, groggy voice cuts through.

“What’re you doin’ with my shirt, kid?”

Joel’s voice is rough, gravelly like you’ve never heard. You feel his gaze in the dim light.

Your pulse kicks up.

Shit.

You drop the flannel like it’s burned you, spinning with the keys in hand. You weren’t doing anything wrong, but heat floods you like you’re caught.

“I—I was grabbing my jacket,” you stammer. “Didn’t mean to wake you, I—tripped on these stupid shoes and—”

He blinks slow, scrubbing a hand over his face, like he’s not sure you’re real.

“You ain’t in trouble, baby girl.”

You suck in a breath.

What the fuck was that?

Baby girl?

I hate him.

Your brain stalls, but Joel doesn’t notice. He shifts upright, murmuring,

“C’mon, lemme get it—stay put.”

“No, it’s fine, I got it. Just go back to sleep, or—”

Shut up.

You’re babbling.

Joel doesn’t respond. Just moves. And suddenly he’s there.

His broad silhouette looms as he steps past, taking the keys from your trembling fingers. He flips the deadbolt, pulls the door open, and night air rushes in.

You follow him outside, hugging your arms over your chest as you watch him stride toward the truck. He moves with the same easy confidence he always does, except now he’s—

Fuck.

The sweats he’s wearing aren’t exactly baggy. They’re more of a jogger style, and as he stretches into the cab of the truck…

They do great things for his ass. Joel reaches into the pocket of your jacket, pulling out your phone—along with your pack of Marlboro Reds. His fingers pause over the box, his eyebrows lifting slightly as a look of surprise crosses his face

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Your daddy know you smoke?” déjà vu washes over you.

And then it hits you, full force.

Oh, shit.

Your dream.

The entire thing flashes through your mind like a fucking near-death experience, like your brain is short-circuiting under the weight of it. Porch swing. Joel’s lap. His voice, low and warning against your lips. “We shouldn’t be doin’ this.”

Your spine goes rigid, heat and ice fighting for space beneath your skin.

"Please don’t tell him, Joel," you say, reaching for any ounce of charm you have left. Puppy dog eyes, a pout, the whole arsenal. "I won’t hear the end of it."

Joel lets out a huff, shaking his head. "What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, I guess.”

He slips his fingers back into your jacket pocket, retrieving the grey lighter tucked beside the carton. He taps a cigarette loose, twirls it between his fingers before dragging it under his nose, inhaling slow.

Then, as he’s done a thousand times before, he slips it between his lips and flicks the lighter.The flame glows bright against his face, the embers catching at the end of the cigarette. It’s surreal. Like you somehow manifested this.

He holds out your phone, nudging the truck door closed with his elbow. He leans back against it, taking a slow drag before exhaling a steady stream of smoke.

Your legs wobble, but you step forward, plucking your jacket from under his arm. You drape it over your shoulders, tugging it close. The breeze bites your bare legs, you’re absolutely underdressed. Joel’s gaze dips, then flicks back up. You snatch the cigarette from his mouth. His head jerks, surprised by your fingers brushing his lips. You inhale slow, and exhale slower. Cool. Collected. Totally unaffected.

You tap your phone screen, praying you have no texts from Tommy, that might send you to the fourth floor. You glance at Joel. He’s watching. His tongue wets his lower lip, then he bites down—quick, subtle. His expression shifts, lips pressing, brows low. That jaw tick.

“Not usually keen on sharing,” he says, taking it back with a shake of his head.

Cryptic. Four unread messages and a missed call light up your screen. You tilt it from his sight.

(12:59AM)

Dad: I’m going to sleep now, Birdie. If you need me, call. My ringer is on. Love you. If it’s an emergency, call Joel, okay?

When did we get back from the bar?

(1:23AM)

Karlie💗: I’m assuming that dilf got you home safe. Did he get hotter, or is it just the tequila speaking?

Yes. He has. I Hate it.

(1:43AM)

Mel: It was soooo good 2 see you tonight! Who was the old guy manhandling u?? Is he single?? Xox

Yes. Hope so.

Get it together.

(2:45AM)

T-Mills: Pick up the phone, Bird.

Your stomach drops. Ice slips through your veins. Tommy’s missed call. The parallels to your dream choke you. Your hand curls, nails digging little crescents into your palm. The burn confirms—you’re awake.

“So,” Joel cuts through your spiral, “who’s Karlie? And what’s a ‘dilf’?”

You freeze. You turn slowly. Joel leans against the truck, arms crossed, cigarette between fingers. Smoke drifts, and he watches with amusement.

Your screen goes dark.

“How much did you see?” you ask with resignation.

He smirks.

“Enough.”

Fuck. You groan, slipping your phone back into your pocket before leaning against the truck.

You need your own cigarette.

You open the pack and pull one out with your teeth, closing your lips around it before flicking the lighter. Flame flares, the end of it catches ember, and you inhale—deep into your lungs—before you exhale, tilting your head toward Joel.

"Sorry," you mumble with a shake of your head. "Don’t know what's wrong with them, they’re stupid."

Joel lets out a faint chuckle. "Don’t be sorry���hey now, hold up," he says. "Why are they stupid?"

You roll your eyes at him. "Calling you a dilf? Asking me if you’re single? Kinda dumb, if you ask me."

Joel exhales a scoff, clearly bothered. He adjusts his stance, resting his hip against the truck, taking another slow drag before tossing the cigarette and stomping it out on the pavement.

"You know, I was feeling pretty damn good about it, but now? Kinda hurt, can't lie." He exhales, shaking his head, feigning offense. "Thanks a lot, kid."

You breathe out a laugh. "No, that’s not what I meant—"

You sigh, crossing your arms over your chest. "You know what? You’re insufferable tonight."

Joel’s eating this up. You can see his eyes gleaming with amusement, his mouth turning up at the corner in a smile. That stupid dimple making an appearance, deepening as he shifts his weight again. His hand grabs your cigarette. It’s like a game now. Cat and mouse. Slow. Push and pull. The tension is thick, like smoke in your lungs. He spins it, takes a drag, exhales, smoke just dancing between you.

“Tell your friends thanks,” he mumbles, voice a rough drawl.

You clench your teeth.

He invades your space.

“But I’m not interested in ‘em.”

He towers over you, space shrinking, claustrophobic. His voice threads through your chest, forcing you to hold your breath.

His eyes sweep down, then up, he grabs your jaw, thumb dragging across your lip— tugging it open. He places the cigarette back between your lips, watching. Heavy-lidded. Silent. Insufferable. Heat burns into your head, and spreads low. You reach for it, fingers shaky. It’s nothing. The numbness is nicotine. Your stomach in knots from Tommy’s missed call. Nothing to do with him saying, “I’m not interested in ‘em.” It’s fucking’ something… can’t even lie to yourself, huh Bird?

Nothing to do with him being too close. You take a deep breath, and exhale slow through your mouth, steadying your pulse.

He’s studying you.

You tip your head with an eye roll.

“So I gotta break Mel’s heart? She’ll be crushed.”

He laughs, shaking his head.

“Yup. Tell her I’m flattered.”

“You’re flattered?” You snort, dragging again. “Not even tempted?”

It’s a joke. Harmless. His lips press, unreadable. The air shifts. His eyes map your face, weighing his words.

“Not even a little bit,” he says, low and smooth.

Your throat dries. It’s firm. Final. No question. Thank fuck it’s dark. You shift against the truck, breaking the moment.

“You’re insufferable,” you echo.

He hums, amused.

“You keep sayin’ that, Bird.” he pauses, or maybe he hesitates, “startin’ to think it means you like me.”

Your hand jumps—the cigarette singes your fingers, burnt down to the filter. He grins, dimple deep. You want to wipe it off his face. Smug fuck.

You narrow your eyes, huffing, pushing off the truck, flicking the butt away.

“You know, I liked you better asleep.”

He laughs as you walk off.

“I’m sure you did, baby girl.”

You keep your eyes ahead. Don’t give him satisfaction. Your stomach twists, heart pounding. Nails dig into your palm, quieting it. The storm door creaks. You curse under your breath. You can’t walk away unscathed. Joel won’t let you.

“Hey.”

His voice hooks you, low and careful.

If you were smart, you’d keep going. But your feet stop. You pause, hand on the handle. Joel’s boots thud, slow, purposeful. He’s giving you a chance to run. But he knows you won’t.

His warmth hits your back and you turn. Huge mistake. The space vanishes, he’s too close, eyes on your lips.

Oh, fuck. Here we go.

You brace yourself, expecting to wake. But you don’t. It’s not gravity—it’s him, and you’ve been falling since he touched you. Your fingers twitch toward his shirt like they’ve already decided for you.

He exhales shakily—then he’s there.

A hand curls around your jaw, the other tangling in your hair.

He’s kissing you.

Fucking finally.

It’s deliberate. Final. Like he knows how this ends.

You taste the smoke, alcohol, and heat as he parts his lips. You lean in, toes pressing for more. He groans, desperate, feral. Your nails sink into his chest. His hand shifts to your hip, gripping like he’s been dying for this.

You trail your fingers lower, dragging it out. His other hand slides up your back, rough palm snagging on the fabric of your tee as he pulls you tighter against him. Your chest presses to his, and you feel the wild thud of his heart matching yours—too fast, too hard. His lips slant deeper, a hungry edge to the kiss, and a low sound rumbles in his throat, vibrating through you. You tilt your head, chasing it, your fingers curling into his waistband, hovering there, can’t come back from this anyways.

Fuck, this is real. Like real, real.

Birds chirp—you pull back. Reality slams in. It’s practically dawn, the sky is starting to glow. Your chest heaves, lips sore from stubble. You’re stunned. Joel is silent. Just looking. He’s wrecked—eyes black, pupils blown, breath erratic. Like he’d devour you if no one stopped him.

Your throat’s dry. Brain’s static.

“Fuck.”

His jaw tightens. His hands hover near your hip, then drop like it he was stung. He’s regretting this. He drags a hand over his face, pinching his nose.

“Go inside, Bird—please.”

It’s rough, and uneven. But it sounds serious.

Your stomach drops.

“Joel—”

“Go to bed, Bird.”

Firmer, but softer underneath. Like if you stay, he won’t be able to stop. You nod once, then turn, stepping inside, and letting the door close behind you. Your pulse pounds. Your lips burn. Joel doesn’t follow. He stands there. Eyes on the ground. Shaking his head. Like he’s undoing it. Like you’re the mistake he’s leaving.

//Joel

Birds chirp, it’s near four now. You pull back, chest heaving, and her taste burns you.

Fuck’s sake.Smoke, beer, her—sticks to your lips, your tongue. Shouldn’t be doin’ this. You want your hands back on her, bad. It’s Kev’s kid, she’s too young. Shame bites hard, twistin’ your gut. Jesus Christ. Memories flood in, bringing more guilt with them. Thinking about how her mom’s death broke Kev. It left him fragile, and you’ve been here cleanin’ up since. You had sent her texts then when she was at school, dumb shit—“Miss your smart mouth, kid” selfies with half-open shirts, smirkin’ like an asshole. Every word a knife, flirtin’ while Kev fell apart. You cut it cold last Christmas— you had to, had to find a way to distract yourself, to stop the way her pull was crushin’ you under his trust. You tried to date, found yourself drinkin’ at Sam’s more in the last 6 months than you ever did in college, chasin’ women, some your age, some hers; but nobody really stuck. Nobody else made you feel soft, human, not like her. But now she’s here, lips still hot on yours, daddy sleepin’ upstairs totally fuckin’ oblivious to the sins you were committing. He’d fuckin’ kill you without hesitation, and you’d deserve it. Fuckin’ idiot. You drag a hand over your face, mutterin’ to the dark. Can’t shake it—heat’s sittin’ heavy. You kick the railing, hard, stuck starin’ at that door, breath short. You turn on your heels and walk towards your house, head hung low, muttering. What the fuck are you doing. You promised him you’d keep her from breakin’ and here you are, doing it yourself. 

series warnings!!! fluff, smut, angst,unprotected p-in-v (please wrap it up), f/m masturbation, fingering, large but legal age-gap (joel is in 40's reader is in mid 20's), size kink?, choking, pervy!obsessive!joel, pervy!mean!Tommy, possessive/rough sex, vomiting, alcohol intoxication, praise, sex on the phone, drinking/smoking, strong language, sneakin around, lowkey obsessive and reckless Joel, blackmail, competency kink, risky sex, infidelity/implied, semi-public sex, breeding kink lowkey, overstimulation, a tiny bit of coercion, dirty talk, oops its a creampie, brief mentions of grief and implied suicide, Tommy is a jerk in this one, guilt and betrayal, bar-fights @yesjazzywazzylove-blog @brittmb115 @mystickittytaco @your-nightmaredoll @leenieweenie12 @jokesonthem @orodaeh

[mrs-harrington-reid]

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.

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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

[blue-eyed-cutiepatootie]

Thrummed mittens are finished!!!

[redcanoli]

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.

[lsunstreakerl]

1k of au'd fopa, where I tried to gender beam them and missed by accident. mostly oscar and logan focused, with an arthur feature. fred is the last piece lol. oscar/olivia POV, logan POV

Olivia is sitting in the airport terminal, leg jittering with her fingers wrapped tight around her racket duffel. She's stopping over in Sydney before she leaves for her first major competition, and she's trying to be as calm and collected as she's rumored to be.

Everyone else must see a different Olivia than she does in the mirror.

There's a pair of shoes entering her field of view, scuffed white Nikes attached to a mortifyingly attractive boy.

She hopes her hair isn't messy.

"Ah, hello, sorry- is someone sitting here?"

Olivia clears her throat. He's French. This is terrible for her.

"Just me, but like- one second."

She shoves her duffel and within it several hundred dollars worth of rackets to the floor, clearing up the seat next to her. It's been hours since she got ready, she's in her airport outfit, why doesn't she ever put in more effort in the mornings, why do boys only approach her when she isn't trying? It's like they have a sixth sense for bad timing.

He smiles, dimples at his cheeks.

"Merci...?"

"Sorry! Olivia. My name is Olivia."

He settles next to her. He's wearing some kind of heavy knit shirt, artfully distressed jeans and fucking designer bracelets on.

"Merci, Olivia. I am Arthur."

Cool, hot French boy's name is Arthur. She's planning their wedding in her head already.

He extends a hand, long tanned fingers and manicured nails, eyes warm.

"I am flying to Sydney to audition, for the university."

Ah, a student. She shakes his hand, mentally counting the seconds, trying to figure out at what point it's weird or not to still be holding on. She stops at four.

"I'm going for-"

She nudges her duffel with her foot.

"-I'm actually stopping back at a friend's flat before I fly out again for a tennis competition. Are you arts, or...?"

He looks like an art student. Or a student who deserves art about him. Whatever, no difference to her.

His eyes light up, impressed.

"Tennis, very impressive. Are you a pro? And ah, music, hopefully."

That'll be tough. She's not sure if the university adds points for being hot or not, but surely there's some kind of modeling scholarship they can give him.

She can feel her cheeks heating up, which is as embarrassing as always.

"Pro, if I do well. Hopefully."

Arthur tilts his head, smile curling at his mouth.

"Well, future pro tennis player Olivia, I would love to get your number."

She's going to die. Play it cool, play it cool-

"Future professional musician Arthur, I would love to give it to you."

Thank god. When she gets to the flat she's going to curl in a ball and scream.

------

"So like-"

Logan is tossing the tennis ball in her hand, sitting on the court floor leaning against the wall. She doesn't get much about tennis, but she can serve well enough, and she doesn't know the rules, which is an exercise in creative thinking for Olivia.

"-he's hot,"

She's ticking off on her fingers.

"-French, dimples, a humanities student- he is one hundred percent your type, Liv."

Olivia scowls, pacing the court.

"Well, he hasn't text me, so the wedding is off."

Logan grins, lobbing the ball in her direction.

"Platonic marriage when we're forty is back on! Hell yeah."

Olivia swings, sending it flying back across the court.

"What happened to Kyle?"

Logan makes a face, reaching up to readjust her braid.

"We have 'different long term goals'. Douche speak for 'I want to party and sleep with other girls'."

Olivia winces, leaning down to snag a wayward ball.

"Sorry, Loges. You deserved better than him anyways."

Logan shrugs, tying the end of her braid off and tossing it over her shoulder as she stands, grabbing a racket and winking.

"It's whatever. Not all of us have French boys serenading us at public airports."

"That is not what happened-"

------

Logan is stretching down into a lunge, trying not to laugh as Liv attempts the same, struggling to keep her bangs out of her face.

"Should've brought a hair clip."

Liv scowls, eyes narrowed.

"It's this fucking cowlick, seriously."

"It's cute, don't hate it."

The comment earns her an annoyed side eye as they both stand, checking to make sure they have everything. Liv is wincing already, and she can tell that she's winding up the preemptive complaining.

"Tell me why I'm going running with you again?"

Every time.

Logan flashes her prettiest smile, the one that gets her assignment extensions, extra credit, and invited into frat parties when she's in the wrong sorority.

"Because I throw your fuzzy little balls for you, and you love me."

"Right."

The answer is dry and flat in a way that's very Liv, and Logan tries to ignore the way it makes her heart flip.

She keeps their pace easy, because she's technically on a rest day, and Liv doesn't run track, so Logan isn't going to put her through her normal run- mostly because she doesn't want her dead or hating her.

It's mile three when the question crawls out of her chest, finally bursting free from its ugly little cage it's been sitting in since Kyle dumped her.

"So like- Melbourne. What's that like?"

"Huh?"

Liv is out of breath, slowing her pace slightly to look sideways at Logan. She tries not to feel judged, even if she wishes she could take the question and shove it back in, ignore it the way she has been the last few weeks.

"Just wondering."

They're slowing to a walk, and she tries not to groan, because Olivia has her talking face on, and Logan doesn't really want to talk about it.

"Why, you thinking of moving?"

She's joking, but Logan flinches anyways, rapidly trying to backtrack when Liv's eyes blow wide.

"Not like- not permanently or whatever, I'm just. A semester or two? Like a change of scenery."

"Loges, that would be- I would be so excited if you did that, honestly. I would love to see you more often."

Ah, there goes Logan's heart again. She should get that checked out.

"I'm just thinking about it, Liv. Don't go crazy."

Liv beams at her, bunny teeth on display, and her cowlick has her bangs particularly bouncy on one side, and Logan needs to stop thinking about one of her best friends like that.

"Sure, yes, I promise to be completely normal about it. Totally."

Logan arches an eyebrow, and Liv flushes slightly, cringing.

"I promise to give it a few weeks before I start sending you all the restaurants we need to try together?"

That sounds more like her.

[womenofwrestlingfashion]

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

[acute-crashout-jeyuso]

Summer Fanfics!

Ladies and Gentlemen I’d like to finally announce my fanfics. Everyone has been wondering what is my next trilogy! Well I’d like personally say my next trilogy is the Strata Trilogy! 💜🫰 and the next two fanfics that I have personally selected are IN-CONVENIENCE & Q.A.F! So once all my fanfics (Checkmate, Marilyn Monroe, ATR & 6Witch) are finished; the next core four are: Strata Book 2, The Fatus, IN-CONVENIENCE & Q.A.F! Checkmate, Marilyn Monroe & ATR are approaching their finales!

Plot: Jey, a laid-back slacker, spends his days manning the counter, while Rhea, a no-nonsense, sarcastic employee, is just trying to get through each shift without losing her mind. As they deal with eccentric customers, petty workplace drama, and their own dysfunctional lives, Jey and Rhea develop an unlikely bond. Their playful banter soon turns into something deeper, but their relationship is tested by the absurdity of their day-to-day routines. Can they manage to find love amidst the chaos of their jobs, or will the mundane grind of everyday life be their undoing?

Plot: Joshua, a young college student in Los Angeles, explores his identity and sexuality amidst the city’s vibrant LGBTQ+ community. His life changes dramatically when he meets Damian, a charismatic figure who introduces him to a world of love he has never experienced before. Surrounded by a supportive and eclectic group of friends, including his best friend Liv and Damian’s close-knit circle, Jey navigates the highs of his first gay relationship and unfortunately…. the devastating lows.

and of course… the Strata Trilogy!

Thank you to everyone who has followed me on this beautiful journey of writing! As always, all fanfics will be on Ao3!

— Ryan.

[flyintheworldofbooks]

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!