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1. You First Meet Daryl

It was a cold night at the camp, goosebumps coated your skin, not even the burning embers of the fire gave you any warmth. You didn't have much time to pack a lot of things from the flat you and your brother shared. You had no coat nor blankets to shield you from the evening chill. Shane, the supposed leader of the group you ended up in, asked for fires to be low burning in an attempt to not attract any Walkers to the site you were based at. You glanced over at the Dixon tent. Daryl was alone, seeing as his unhinged, lunatic brother Merle had gone with your brother and a few others on a supply run. From the short time you'd known the Dixon brothers you could tell that Daryl was nothing like Merle; he wasn't as foul mouthed, a brute or annoying. God, the voice of Merle grated in your ears especially when he'd make unwanted advances on you. Hell, the world had gone to shit and there wasn't much choice in that department anymore but you'd take celibacy over being intimate with Merle Dixon. Daryl was quieter, a tiny bit more accommodating than his brother so you wanted to try your luck at borrowing a blanket from him seeing as he was alone and he had a spare laid out next to him. Daryl wasn't known for being the friendliest person at the camp, he seemed to enjoy being a lone-wolf, going hunting and cleaning his bow and arrows, when he occasionally spoke he was blunt. You continued to stare, His tongue was sticking out as he placed close attention to the cleanliness of his weapon, he didn't seem to notice that you'd been admiring him, the way his hands worked his bow and how he nibbled at his lips in concentration. Even though the Dixon reputation wasn't great there was no denying how naturally good looking he was, he didn't have to try very hard, even with dirt and blood coaxing him he was still handsome.

You took a deep breath, bracing yourself for the harshness of Daryl Dixon, you were preparing yourself for a 'no' and to leave him alone. Keeping your steps light so not startle Daryl you stood in his eyeline. You watched as his gaze left his bow and fell upon your feet and slowly worked his way up your body, his eyes eventually looking into yours. He was throwing you a curious expression, scowling eyes and furrowed brows as if to question what you were doing in his vicinity. 

"Can I help you?" His voice was softer than you'd ever heard it before, you were now less scared than you initially thought you might be in coming face to face with Daryl Dixon. 

"I'm Y/N. My brother went with yours on the supply run to Atlanta. I erm, don't have any blankets. It's kinda cold tonight." You wrapped your arms around yourself as you shivered in an attempt to shield yourself from the cold. 

"What do you want me to do about that?" You thinned your lips into a smile and nodded assuming that Daryl was in no mood to help you.

"Just wanted to ask if I could borrow a blanket?" You pointed at the spare one laying over a chair. He was silent. Looked away from you and moved onto cleaning his arrows. You shuffled the stones under your shoes waiting for Daryl to say something. After a few seconds you accepted Daryl's silence and headed back to your set up.

You shuffled your chair closer to your almost burnt out fire trying to get all the warmth from it that you could, Glenn approached you handing you a small portion of fish. 

"Are you cold? Let me grab you something." He pointed to the main group's setup. Before Glenn could leave a rush of footsteps came up behind you and the feeling of your upper body being covered made you jump but hearing his voice was calming. 

"I got it" It was a firmly spoken Daryl who had placed the blanket over you, resting his hands on your shoulders as he shooed Glenn away. 

You looked up at Daryl giving him an appreciative smile.

"I'm not used to sharing…you keep it." Once he let go of you and walked back over to his setup. You were able to make the blanket tighter around you to keep the warmth in. Keeping hold of your blanket you shot up and caught up to Daryl. 

"Hey!" Your shout was a whisper catching Daryl's attention. His facial expression hardly changed; it was the same stare as before. You closed the gap between yourself and Daryl, smiling widely at him. He flinched as your face came closer to his until eventually your lips softly touched his cheek, kissing him. 

"Thank you Daryl"

Daryl watched you as you turned your back on him and settled by the fire. It was an impulsive thought and action, one he wouldn't usually entertain but this felt different, he knew he didn't want to be alone and so he grabbed his arrows and cleaning equipment and settled in the chair next to you. He didn't look at you but a small smile crept on your face knowing the company felt better than being alone.

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JOSH MCQUEEN as BAXTER RADIC Surviving Summer - S02E05

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"Summer, have you seen yourself?"

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After Summer (Jeremiah Fisher x O/C)

Chapter 3- Summer Lovin'

Last Summer

Everything changed last summer when he kissed me. It was the last day of our summer at the beach house. I was enjoying a late night in the pool relaxing in the water. Jere, obviously in Jeremiah fashion, cannonballed into the water and our laughter echoed each other when we both came up from the water.

“Can I tell you something, Fel?” His facial expression turned from laughter to seriousness, when I noticed this I too returned a similar look. He swam closer to me, I was intimidated by how close he was to me but part of me felt excitement. I couldn't quite believe it when his lips hovered over mine. There were inches between them and all I wanted him to do was smack them together. I was almost sure that was about to happen, would this mean that our friendship would be tainted? If something went wrong would we ever be able to be just friends again? Maybe he wasn't leaning this close to kiss me, maybe I had something in my hair. His left hand started on my cheek, his thumb rubbing softly under my eye. I felt every movement as he moved his hand to my neck where he touched me gently. I watched as his eyes went from want to need in seconds. The next destination for his fingers to roam was my midsection, he ran his fingers across the line of my bikini bottoms.

“Do you like it when I touch you like this?” His voice was soft whispers as he leaned into my ear when he spoke. I didn’t speak, I hummed in agreement and nodded, I was speechless. I heard him growl in pleasure as he then moved his hands to my waist, he squeezed and manoeuvred my hips into the moment that he kissed me. It was needy as if he had wanted to do this in forever but the way he stroked me delicately the kiss was full of care and control. I’d only ever kissed Jarrad and one other boy when I was fourteen. Jeremiah had kissed so many and though that scared me I felt utterly safe, like I was his first kiss all over again. I don’t know what came over me because I jumped up and wrapped my legs around him, his hands found their way to my back and ass to keep me in the position we were in. It wasn't till he pulled away to look up at me, a look as if to ask if I was okay and that was when the feeling of the kiss changed. I leaned back down and this time it was delicate and slow. It was a kiss that felt cherished and special. That night we spent observing the sky, we pushed the sun loungers together and I snuggled into Jere, one leg hooked over his legs, my head resting on his chest. He had one arm around me and the other behind his neck.

“What are we Jere?” I was scared to ask but I needed to know. I was scared because I didn't want this to be a one time thing like Jere was often prone to. Jere lifted my chin so that our eyes connected.

“You’ve been my best friend for ten years Fel, but there were times I wanted it to be more. I think about you day in and day out and that's all year round, not just summer.  I think you're so beautiful and I love the way you have tiny snorts in your laughter. I love it when you wear your strawberry lip gloss. I love it when you pull your hands into your sweatshirt when you get nervous. The year you bought Jarrad here was the most difficult. Watching him hold you, kiss you and whisper things in your ears was vile for me.” I smacked his chest playfully as he scoffed the last part of the sentence.

“C’mon, we weren’t that bad” He was right I did add a tiny snort in my laughter, I don't think I'd ever noticed that before. 

“It was bad enough. What I’m saying is I don’t want any high school seniors digging their dirty claws into you this year.”

I was confused. He didn’t give us a label but it also felt like he was making us exclusive. He planted a kiss on my hair and held me tighter to him. I woke up the next morning, not on the sunlounger but in my bed in a t-shirt that definitely wasn’t mine, but definitely smelt like Jeremiah. I looked over at my phone, I’d received several messages but only one that mattered. ‘Good Morning Beautiful Fels.’ I dropped my phone to my chest and pressed my hands to my face to hide the smile that was beaming across my face. My smile soon faded as I realised it was the day summer ended as we were leaving the beach house. I would be four hours away from Jeremiah and Finch college. He would be enjoying college life whilst I fretted over my final exams. 

After that summer everything went wrong.

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After Summer (Jeremiah Fisher x O/C)

Chapter 2- Party of the Summer

I couldn't believe how different the house looked. The house was bare, like every memory we’d ever made in this house had been erased when the furniture was erased. My eyes darted to Jeremiah, I could see the tears brimming in his eyes as he looked around the room we’d just walked into. It physically hurt my heart to see him upset. I just couldn't imagine how he was feeling knowing that something his mom loved so much was being taken away from him and his brother. I couldn't ignore him anymore, I needed a moment alone with him to talk. Jeremiah caught me staring at him, I hope he knew my look was one of empathy and not sympathy, I knew he didn't want to be pitied.

Steven hoisted himself up onto the kitchen island counter and ran his hand across the marble surface chuckling to himself. 

“Remember when Blake slid across this so fast he fell off it and cracked his head open” The memory Steven shared made us all laugh a little. It fell silent again as people began to disperse to check out other parts of the house. It was just me and Jere in the kitchen, this seemed like the perfect moment to try and talk to him. He stuffed his hands in his chino shorts as he walked towards me. For some reason I held my breath in anxiety, I knew there was no way we could avoid each other any longer. I seemed to be able to notice everything about myself in that moment, the way my breath staggered, the way my skin began to feel hot and my heartbeat increased, as if it was feeling, feeling something it hadn’t since my last conversation with Jere. Passion, love, lust, belonging, acceptance. My heart wanted it all because my heart knew it belonged to him. It was like my heart was yelling at me, begging me to do something! 

“Jere..” before I could finish my sentence he engulfed me in a hug. I squeezed him just as hard around his chest, my hands clasped around him as if I was hanging on for dear life. My head collapsing into his chest I took note of his hand placement, one arm was wrapped around my waist whilst the other found itself tangled in my hair as he held me close. I’d missed this. Being close to him. I missed his fresh mint scent and the warmth he radiated, he really was as Susannah liked to describe ‘a sunshine boy’

“I missed you so much Fel” His voice was sincere but firm, as if he was trying to hold in his tears. He pulled away from me, his hands brushing my hair away from my face as his hands lingered on my cheeks.

“I missed you too, Jere.” A silence fell upon us as we just looked at each other.  

“I’m sorry” I cut him off before he could finish, he didn’t need to apologise for protecting his heart, it's the bravest thing someone could do. I smiled into his palms as my cheeks filled them.

“You don’t need to apologise. You were protecting yourself. I understand that now. We both said and did things we regret.” It was true, I did regret ending things with Jere, the funeral wouldn’t have been awkward, our time here in Cousins wouldn’t have been awkward.

“I should have called. I was so selfish Fels.” 

“I wish you did, maybe things would be different but right now what matters is that we’re talking.” I took Jeremiah’s hand away from my face and held them in front of us. I was saying all the right things to make it feel better but part of me was still hurting from that night, I blame that on my stubbornness. I wanted to plant the tiniest kisses on him anywhere, lips, forehead, hands, I didn’t know where to start but I was unsure of how inappropriate that might be, where we stood with each other wasn’t exactly clear. Belly scooting round the corner pulled us away from each other and we stood side by side.

“A farewell party.” I raised an eyebrow at Belly not sure what she was implying. 

“We’re throwing a farewell party to the house. One last hoorah.” Belly’s smile was captivating as she seemed so thrilled at the concept of throwing a party.

“And Conrad agreed to this?” I worried knowing Conrad was so caught up in the house.

“He said it's exactly what his mom and Blake would have wanted” Belly grinned from ear to ear.

“Jere text everyone you know. Taylor is on her way. Let’s create one last epic memory before we say goodbye.” Jeremiah loved the idea as he picked Belly up and spun her around, I watched on as I admired Jere, this was the boy I was used to, full of life and energy, always ready to have a good time.

“This place needs some decoration then.” I announced with glee causing Jere and Belly to cheer. As I started to walk Jeremiah leaped on me from behind, his arms draped over my shoulders and he clasped his hands together as he used me to lean on as we waddled away stupidly.

“If dad wont let us buy the house the least we can do is use his money to do the place up.” Conrad flashed his dad's credit card with the cheekiest smile I’d seen from him in a while. 

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I watched her as she placed these huge pastel coloured goofy sunflower glasses on Belly. The way she laughed and when it died down into a smile had my stomach doing flips. The way she tucked her dark auburn hair behind her ear. The way she’d take a run up with the trolley then leap onto it and glide down the aisle for a second before she’d fall off, the way she had done that since she was ten years old. I loved everything about her. My heart would always belong to her, even if hers didnt with me. I lived a life with no regrets, didn’t care how many girls, or boys I kissed at a party, didn’t care about getting A’s, I left that for Conrad. But that night at the beach with Felicity is the one regret, the one biggest mistake of my life and I wasn’t sure if she’d ever forgive me for it even if she told me it was fine.

I watched on, I saw Jeremiah standing at the other end of the aisle with his trolley, I wondered if he was admiring Felicity the same way I was admiring Belly. The girls had brought me out of the darkness, shone so much light at me. Watching them right now, exchanging silly props with each other and posing for pictures on their phones was like sunbathing under the sun. The warmth and light was beating down on me hard.

I looked at Jeremiah who stood at one end of the aisle, then over at Conrad who was standing at the other. They were both wearing their own individual captivating smiles.

“You look amazing” I sarcastically told Belly as I placed the fluffiest biggest feather bowa I could find around her neck and flicked it over her shoulder.

“Yeah?” She giggled posing as I snapped her picture. A voice from behind spooked me as I saw a necklace being lowered down onto my chest, I swooped my hair to one side to allow the necklace to be placed. It was a fluorescent pink beaded necklace, like the ones you wear for an 80’s fancy dress party. I glanced at Belly who was smiling her usual coy smile.

“Only the finest pearls for a queen” Jere twisted me around to take a look before actioning the movement of a chef's kiss. We were just staring at each other as if no-one else was around, it was his eyes, always those big blue eyes that had me hooked. I watched as those eyes fluttered over my lips then back to my eyes. A cough drew us apart and me back to reality.

“Ready to pay?” Conrad asked, draping an arm over Belly. We headed to the checkout, paid for all our items then drove back to the beach house ready to set up.

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After Summer (Jeremiah Fisher x O/C)

A/N- Make sure you've read the prologue, you can find it on my masterlist :)

Chapter 1- Summer Without Them

I intended to be alone on the beach, it was 1am and I believed no-one would be there. Yet, Conrad was, the tide was out, the sea was barely reaching the ends of his toes. I continued my light footed walk down to him, he had his legs pulled up to his chest with a joint in hand. Our time at Cousins so far hasn't been easy, not like it usually is thanks to the moms getting  shit together. On our arrival the boys found out their beach house was to be sold, they were reintroduced to their cousin Sky, Jeremiah and I still hadn’t said a word to each other and Conrad and Belly were still trying to work out their issues. No wonder Conrad was sitting out here enjoying a joint.

"This seat taken?" I asked Conrand as I wrapped my hoodie around myself to shield the cold breeze that tickled my bare midriff.

"No, please" Conrad didn't look up at me, I know he knew it was me from my voice. Once I was sitting in the same position as him, he looked over offering me his joint and I took a hit. I coughed slightly which caused Conrad to chuckle.

"It's bad for you." I told Conrad as he continued to watch me.

"Then why'd you take it?"

"Same reason as you? Take the edge off a little bit" I gave Conrad as big of a smile I could, which wasn't very big. A quick silence lingered before Conrad spoke up.

"Why are you awake at this time?"

"Couldn't sleep. It's not the same without Blake and Susannah. Jeremiah down the hall. It's overwhelming." 

"You do know Jeremiah’s still moping around even after being crowned homecoming king."

I was strong willed, gosh I’d been through enough shit to say that. Other people called me stubborn but I was so tired from just about everything that that conversation with him seemed like effort. Jeremiah hadn’t made much effort either, he looked drained though so I didn't know if he was actively avoiding me or if he was tired too. We’d only spoken through looks, it took every inch of me to not collapse, jump and lay in his arms, feel his muscles tighten around me and have him run his fingers through my hair. For ten years he was the only boy I’d ever thought about day in day out, the only boy I’d texted everyday. It was always a text that said ‘Good Morning beautiful Fels.’ He was my light and warmth; everything that love should be… it was him. Even two summers ago when I was dating Jarrad and brought him to the summer house, all I could think about was what it would be like to kiss Jere. It was no wonder Jarrad ended things with me a couple days after leaving the beach house. He told me he could see how drawn Jeremiah and I were to each other and he didn’t want to be second best. Yes, I was angry at him for leaving me on that beach but I’d had time to process that evening and I knew he did what he had to do to protect his heart. I could never stay angry at my Jeremiah.

"He's just trying to put on a brave face in front of you. He still loves you" I stuck my hand out indicating I wanted another go at the joint to relieve some of the pressure of the way this conversation was heading.

"What about you? Why are you here?"

"Mom. Blake. The house getting sold." I looked away from Conrad and out to the sea when he said his name. I thought of the house that we'd spent all our summers in and sighed at the thought of knowing this summer would be the last in it as their Aunt Julia prepared to sell it. Then my mind wandered to Susannah and how she’d passed a few months before Blake. Our families had been battered, we were all bruised.

"I'm sorry…" before he could continue I stopped his apologies by interrupting. 

"Don't be sorry. You want to talk about it? Any of it?"

"I miss them both Fel." I laid my head on Conrads shoulder and his head fell on top of mine, we held hands and we both looked out to the sea together. 

"Let's enjoy this summer Conrad. Well do everything we can to save it, Belly is making sure of that. Well do everything Blake loves too. Especially the fairground and arcades." 

Disconnecting from Conrad I stood up, wiped the sand off from my backside and legs and began ruffling his hair.

"Changing the subject. Is this the summer of Conrad and Belly?" Conrad cracked a laugh and tried to swat me away as I tried to poke at him, it was the first time I'd properly laughed in ages.

"Maybe. I'm trying to get things back to the way they were. Will you forgive Jere?" I wrapped my arms around the neck of Conrad to give him a quick embrace not even acknowledging his question.

"I'm going back inside. Are you coming?" We stood up together and made our way up the beach towards the path that would lead us back to the house. Conrad was like my brother, he was someone who knew everything about me, all my teeny tiny little secrets. Like who my first kiss was with, the first time I smoked weed or got drunk at a non-legal age. The secret that I’d crushed on Jeremiah for long. Susannah, Laurel and my mom always gossiped like teenage girls that somewhere amongst the group love would blossom, but never between me and Conrad. I knew Conrad’s heart belonged to Belly and he knew mine belonged to Jere.

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After Summer (Jeremiah Fisher x OC)

Prologue

Felicity looked out at the sea of people in front of her. She didn’t even recognise half the people, she wasn’t sure if it was because of the tears forming in her eyes rendering their faces unrecognisable, or if she genuinely had no idea how many people her brother Blake, actually knew. Standing in front of these people Felicity wondered if she would ever be able to touch the lives of this many people just like Blake had. The decision to share her brother's eulogy was the easiest decision she’d made in her eighteen years on this planet; she wouldn’t let some random vicar talk about her brother like they knew him. They didn't. Nobody knew her brother like she did. Nobody except the four faces she stared directly at, the four faces who she knew could help her pull through this. Conrad, Belly, Steven and finally Jeremiah. Their eyes met and their sorrow matched each other. Felicity observed the tears trickling down Jeremiah’s cheeks and the gloom in his usually sparkling blue eyes was an exact replica of the last time she saw Jeremiah two months ago, a few days after her brother’s body had been pulled from the car wreckage. He was pleading with her to not end it with him, telling her he would be there for her during this time but her mind was begrudgingly made up, they would be better off as friends during this period of her life and waiting till things were better before committing. That conversation ended with him driving off in his car leaving her alone on the beach where the six of them had once enjoyed innocent childhoods. He left her alone, when she needed her best friend the most. 

With a shaky sigh, Felicity steadily unfolded the paper that she had been clutching in her hand. She smoothed it out as she placed it on the church podium before taking a deep breath. Looking up at the words from her paper she captured Belly giving her a reassuring smile which gave Felicity the encouragement to speak up.

“Blake was the best brother a girl could ask for. He did everything a brother was supposed to do… make me laugh, tease me about the endless crushes I had, mainly the ones that were his friends. Most importantly he protected me and loved me. I would do anything to have one last day on Cousin’s beach with him and our friends. One last dinner with our parents sharing a KFC bargain bucket. I’d do anything to watch him play one last game of football and I wish I could cherish that look of concentration, pride and fulfilment on his face when he played. His future was so bright, one stupid mistake took that all away from him."

In that moment Felicity took a pause as a heartbreaking wail emerged from the body of Blake’s grieving girlfriend, who was being cradled by Felicity's mother.

“Right now he should be celebrating, enjoying his summer knowing he'd just passed his second year of college. In his last game of the season he was being scouted by the NFL. That's how amazing Blake was. Sports was his world. Every opportunity he took it by the balls because that's how much he believed in himself… his confidence was unmatched. I know he's looking down at us all today and telling us to carry on with life, don't give up just because he's gone. And we will carry on… for him."

Felicity turned her head to the left of her to look at the portrait of Blake, he had the biggest grin, he was always told his smile could light up a room. As she continued to look at him she said "I miss you so much… I love you" and with the closing statement she gently wiped away a few stray tears, folded up her piece of paper and made her way back down the steps that lead to the congregation where her doting father met her, wrapping his arms around her shoulder leading her to their seats. Felicity was surprised she'd managed to make it through her eulogy without fully breaking down, she wanted to be confident just like Blake whilst she delivered it.

"He'd be so proud." her dad whispered.

After the funeral, the celebration of Blake’s life continued back at their family home which meant Felicity could hide away upstairs, she didn’t have to speak to anyone or put on a brave face, it was exhausting. Jeremiah had entered the home followed by his friends, he was inches away from reaching out for Felicity’s arm to console her. It would be the first time he spoke to her for months. His hand touching her shoulder had scared Felicity until she looked up to see who the hand belonged to. Seeing Jeremiah, Felicity was instantly calmed and felt at home under the touch of him until it triggered the thoughts that had led to her feeling betrayed by him…

It was a muggy, windy evening, Felicity felt as though her own tears crashed into her skin like the waves to the shore in front of her.  Her head rested on Jeremiah’s as he comforted Felicity, holding her close to him, his fingers brushing her bare, goosebumped skin. He himself had tears strolling down his cheeks as he listened to the whimpers of Felicity. He knew for the last few days he was losing Felicity, she had become withdrawn, quiet and both physically and emotionally unavailable. Now wasn't the time to be selfish, but he loved her so deeply, he’d waited years for their relationship to reach the point it had. 

“Jere” Felicity’s head raised as she shuffled away from him. Jeremiah's heart instantly sunk as he heard the bleakness in her voice.

"I can't do this" her voice cracked in pain as she blurted the words out as quickly as she could.

"Do what?" Felicity watched the confusion wash over Jeremiah.

"Us Jere. I'm not what you deserve right now… not anymore."

"That's bullshit Fel. You're everything I need" Jeremiah’s hands instantly grabbed the cheeks of Felicity, his eyes searching her in hopes of their spark and he found the spark but it was dying embers. Clutching the hands on her cheeks and allowing her eyes to close and her head to slightly tilt knowing this would be the final time she felt Jeremiah she shook her head.

"Not anymore, not with what's happened with Blake. I can't be with you, Don’t make this harder than it already is."

"Don't do this Fel" Jeremiah's voice cracked as he cried.

"I need you as my best friend Jere, I need you to understand I can't be the girlfriend you need. I'm broken… without Blake I'm broken"

"I can't be your friend Fel. I love you." In a move that shocked her Jeremiah ripped himself away and stood over her.

"If you love me then stay with me, be my friend. Please Jere" Felicity was shouting through her tears, her own arms wrapped around herself as she watched Jeremiah start backing away from her shaking his head.

"I'm sorry Fel." Jeremiah turned his back on a devastated Felicity, leaving her alone and even more broken than before.

Felicity brushed Jere's hand off her shoulder and bolted up the steps to her room. Felicity stripped off from her black dress and heels and changed into her pyjamas, plopping herself on her bed and scrolling through the countless messages she'd received throughout the day. Downstairs Belly had convinced Jere to let her go upstairs to talk to Fel. Felicity heard light footsteps and noticed Belly standing at her door wearing a faint smile. Felicity tapped the space on the bed next to her suggesting Belly came and sat next to her.

"Cousins." Belly slightly chuckled.

"What?" You looked up from your phone towards Belly.

"Come to cousins with us. We're heading that way tomorrow."

"Without Blake?"

"I know, I know it won't be the same. You need a break, Fel. Come with us." Felicity shook her head, she was confused in her feelings. Every summer the Anderson’s, Fisher’s and Conklin’s spent the summer’s together in Cousins. The mother’s were inseparable and Felicity often wondered if her friendships would last like her mothers. She knew Laurel and her own mother would not be going this year, instead they would be in New York for Laurel's book tour. Felicity thought of a summer with just the five of them, the laughter summer brought, the sea salt breeze through her hair and the soft sand between her toes, those thoughts brought her happiness and peace until she remembered one important detail.

"Jere won't want me there… the way things ended"

"Jere wants nothing more than to see you. Your his teammate for all things pairs"

"And Steve won't have a pair this year so… it makes sense for me not to go…"

"Don't be silly. Please come, Felicity. If things get too much we can drive you home?"

The compromise seemed to put her mind at ease and Felicity agreed to travel to Cousin’s with her family friends.

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Hiya!! When is the third part of the your archer of infamy story coming out??? I’m so invested 😍

Hi! Thanks for the love! It should be out within the next 2-3 weeks! I'm waiting for work to be done for 6 weeks so I can fully invest again. X

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Guys, I promise I'm still here and hoping to write in two weeks when work is done for 6 weeks!

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Your Archer of Infamy (Priest x You) Series

TW: Kissing, Swearing, Touching

Chapter 2

“No, absolutely not!”

“Oh c’mon Lewis?” You chuckled light heartedly at your brother’s response. He was Lewis to you, but Elton Prince to everyone else. You surprised yourself that you were actually sitting discussing this over breakfast. Potentially going on a date with Waller like you actually cared about it.

“You’re not dad, you can't be the big man and pretend like you know what’s best”

“Errr, actually ever since dad left to go to the shop for milk and surprisingly has never returned, that makes me the man of the house and that makes me the decider of your little escapades.”

“Shut up Lewis!” You glared in disbelief at him letting a little chuckle out.

“Fine! But Everybody hates him” 

“That’s true” Sam (Kit Wilson), your brother’s best friend piped up scoffing his face with scrambled egg, you looked over at him in confusion as to his role in the discussion. The two of them together were known as Pretty Deadly and had debuted on TV a couple weeks ago. It was nice to have your brother on the road, you had the reassurance of family around you but he was also like a beady eyed hawk watching your every move and even though he was the younger one his ‘sister protection’ radar never faulted.

“That’s not what Damain said.” You thought back to what Damian said last night calling Waller ‘fine’

Lewis and Sam looked at each other and laughed. “Damian’s lying then.”

“I thought you wanted to hook up with Damian anyway” Sam asked you, you choked on your water in surprise because there were only two people who knew that and it definitely would not have been Rhea who blabbed about it to Sam.

“You told him?” You looked around the cafeteria frantically to make sure no one was staring or heard what Sam had just said. You leant over the table, your face clearly showing annoyance as you whipped your hand on Lewis’ chest to which he flicked your hand away.

“And I don’t want to hook up, I really like him” The final words of your sentence came out softer and mellow.

“Don’t worry I wont tell anyone” Sam did his little finger wiggle at you, it was one of their character taunts. You raised an eyebrow at him as if to say you weren’t impressed.

“Sorry force of habit” Sam panicked sensing your irritation. 

“Use your big girl words and speak to Damian… about how you really feel.” Lewis scruffed up your hair as he rose from his seat and they left you alone with your thoughts, yourself questioning why Damian would tell you Waller was fine when he didn’t really think it. You found Priest in make-up, having his eyes darkened in preparation for tonight's show he was sat next to Rhea who was having her Judgement Day scales painted onto her face.

“Did you really mean what you said about Waller?” You asked, Mary the make-up artist stopped working sensing there might be some awkwardness in the way you bluntly approached Damian. 

“Oh sorry, Mary, please carry on” You warmly encouraged Mary to continue working on Damian and moving out of her way. Priest couldn't help but adore how pleasant you were even though he was beginning to get rattled by the conversation topic being Waller again.

“What?”

“You said Waller was fine. You didn’t mean it did you?” Your hands were folded over your chest, ready to interrogate him. 

“No. I don’t know”

“But I value your opinion, why lie to me?” 

“I thought it was what you wanted to hear”

“Well it wasn't…” The silence was deafening… the conversation had reached a pit stop like a Formula One car, it was time to regroup and think logically.

“I care about your opinion” You faintly said stepping closer to Priest now Mary had finished, Priest opened his eyes for the first time.

“Look, Waller’s a rat, always will be.” Priest’s tone of voice was snappy.

“Then why did you say he was fine and lie?” 

“Because your love life is irrelevant to me alright, there you go, that’s my opinion ” Your mouth hung open at Damian’s words, you slightly nodded your head in acceptance and frowned at him, narrowing your eyes. You had no words for Priest’s outburst, his reaction shocked you. Embarrassed, confused and ready to burst into tears you turned your back and walked away. Within an instant Priest had stood up from his chair in a desperate attempt to reach out for you before it was too late.

“Shit” he mumbled under his breath, knowing he’d probably gone a step too far and pushed you away.

“You don’t have to be a dick.” Rhea piped up having experienced the rollercoaster of a conversation that it was.

“Why is she asking me about Waller then?” Priest uttered in vexation as he turned to Rhea.

“Men really don’t get women do you?”

“We’re not mind readers Rhea!”

“Everyone can see it between the two of you Priest!”

“See what?” He asked as if he was oblivious but he knew what she was talking about. As he thought about it he was able to understand why he couldn't express his feelings towards you. He'd been with other women before and was able to tell them, but that had been meaningless sex and boring relationships. The excitement and affection he felt towards you was different and something he didn’t want to tamper with incase you didn’t feel the same. He’d rather have a friend in you if it couldn’t be nothing more and now it seemed like he had neither.

“The tension, the way she looks at you, the way you look at her. They way you get mad when another guy is talking to her or when she talks about another guy”

“Yeah cause I think I’m falling in love with her but she’s banging on about Waller.”

“Yeah, to make you jealous you donut.”

“Yeah she’s doing a good job of it then!”

“She wants you to get jealous so you open up about your feelings towards her! She’s into you. She may not be saying it but I am and she’s told me so many times that she’s into you…do with that what you will.. See you in the gorilla.” 

You hadn't spoken to Priest since yesterday's conversation and it was all you could think about whilst you were sitting alone, feeling utterly humiliated. You aimlessly bounced the straw of your drink up and down, flicking the dregs of your drink in your glass. You attempted to look calm and collected with straight posture and one knee crossed over the other but in reality you wanted the world to open up and swallow you whole as you began to realise Waller had stood you up…You couldn't quite believe it, you actually gave the guy a chance…albeit out of spite towards Priest and he was a no show. Waller no showed you. Waller no showed you whilst you looked absolutely fucking incredible, wearing your silver sequined crop top, black leather mini skirt and suede knee high boots. Waller no showed you…and you were pissed! Grabbing your purse from the table you leaped up from your chair ready to ditch your lonely date when a body stood in front of you blocking your way. Looking up you were greeted by Waller, who was wearing a look of disappointment and seemed a little nervous as he rubbed the back of his neck. Your lack of smile and your arms folded over your chest told him you were not impressed.

"Forget about our date?" You asked with a firm tone.

"Erm…shit. Look I'm going to be honest…"

"How thoughtful of you" Your words oozed with sarcasm.

"Priest asked me not go"

"Kinda threatened me not to go" Waller quickly changed his words.

Your eyes squinted, your mouth hung open a jar as you tried to comprehend Waller's words. Priest had told him not to go? 

"If Priest told you to jump off a cliff, would you do it?"

"Maybe. Look, no girl is worth getting pounded in the face by a six foot five machine like Priest alright."

"That's what he said?" You questioned Waller.

"Yeah and I don't want to have heat backstage, if there's something going on with you and Priest. You could have just told me'' Waller stuffed his hands in his jean pockets before rolling his lips inwards and walking away. You felt as though Waller had knocked the wind out of you, unsure if it was because you'd been turned down or because of the shit Priest had pulled. You frustratedly walked as fast as you could in your boots, taking the elevator up to the second floor of the hotel on a mission to find Priest. Knocking on Balor's door you hoped to see if Priest had been chilling out with him.

"Is he here?" You tried to look over Balor's shoulder to see if you could catch a glimpse of inside. Balor widened his eyes at your abrupt and not so warm welcoming hello.

"Hi to you too…"

"Sorry Balor" You changed your demeanour realising you'd been rude in your approach.

"You look nice…" Balor looked you up and down appreciating your appearance. 

"Thanks…it was for a date… that I got stood up on. Is Priest here?" 

"Erm no… he's three doors down,  227. Look, about what he said the other day, you should talk to him about him. Try to sort it out?"

"Don't worry I'm going over to talk to him" The smile you put on your face was pure mockery.

"Great. He's had a face like a slapped arse recently"  Balor didn't seem to sense the bitterness in your words and he seemed chuffed that you'd decided to talk to Priest.

"Well get used to it…" You announced walking away from Balor's room ready to confront him. He watched as you banged on Priest's door. Priest answered the door, your mouth suddenly began to dry up, your heartbeat increased and you felt your body heat rising to the temperature of a sauna. Priest was standing in just a towel, the drips of water made his body glisten in the light and you couldn't help but let your eyes flutter across his chest.

Standing your ground you shoved past him to allow yourself entry into his room and once you were far enough in the room you stood in the centre with crossed arms over your chest and raised brows ultimately telling Priest something was not right. He observed you, firstly sensing your displeasure at something, your breath hitched as he began to walk towards you… you watched him and noticed how his eyes danced across your body, admiring the stunning view that had graced him. Priest had listened loud and clearly to Rhea's advice.

"Why did you do it?" Instead of sounding powerful the words that left your mouth were whimpers, you tried to hold back the tears that wanted to break free. Priest sensed your change in demeanour and hated seeing you breaking down in front of him, you were now cuddling yourself as if to protect yourself from him. He reached out to put the palm of his hand on your cheek in an attempt to comfort you but your instant reaction was to take a step back to create some separation. You closed your eyes and singular tears leaked, you must have looked helpless to him as you stood staring at the ground.

"It was embarrassing sitting alone, I felt so stupid! I'm wearing this and having nobody show up made me look like an idiot. Why did you do it?" Priest realised you weren't here to talk about your previous falling out,  it was the other thing he’d done and Waller had snaked him out. Priest dumped himself on the edge of the bed with a heavy sigh, running his fingers through his long wet locks, trying to find the right words to say to you. 

"I'm sorry I told him not to show… you do look incredible by the way"

"Don't try to flirt with me right now" you spoke as you sat next to him on the edge. 

Priest turned to look at you "I'm serious. You're far too beautiful and loving and caring for someone like Waller"

"That's for you to decide is it?"

"No but I…"

"You can't ruin my date because you don't think he's good enough. At least he's asked me out… and keeps asking like he knows he wants me. He's got the balls to ask unlike you "

"Is that what you want?"

"What?" You shook your head in confusion.

"Do you want me to ask you out?"

You weren't sure if he was serious or playing games with you. He stood up from the bed and stood in front of you, he took your hands and pulled you up, your body now touching his. He placed your arms around his shoulders and traced his fingers down your arms, you closed your eyes as he learnt his forehead on yours, you enjoyed his fingers now brushing up and down your sides till he finally settled his hands on your hips. 

"Is this what you want?" Priest voice was low and sensual. All that escaped your lips was a groan in pleasure. Priest’s forehead left yours and he slowly worked towards your neck, planting gentle kisses in the crevices of it. He then worked a trail of kisses towards your chest.

"Tell me this is what you want…" He paused his kisses for a moment. Your fingers had tangled up into his hair as you clutched onto him in desperation. Priest had hoisted you up and tenderly placed you down on the bed now hovering over you. 

"Is this what you want?" Priest asked again, his hand pulled your leg up which allowed him to trace his hand up it then stop as he reached the fabric of your underwear.

Yes, absolutely yes it was what you wanted. It was a head versus heart moment. Your head was telling you to stand up for yourself but your heart had wanted this for so long.

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hello! read the fic your archery of infamy and i'm absolutely in love with it 🥺🖤 i just love the dynamic between reader and jd especially how they casually sit on priest's lap. can't wait for more chapters!! your writing is amazing and i will definitely read more! if you have a tag list may i be added to the series and anything damian priest related? 💜

Messages like this remind me why I love writing!❣️

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Thank you for tagging me @micheleamidalajedi I have no friends to tag but wanted to share my top 5 comfort characters❣️ this was hard!

1. Bucky Barnes (Marvel)

2. Eddie Munson (ST)

3. Damian Priest (WWE)

4. Thor (Marvel)

5. Conrad Fisher (TSITP)

Honourable mentions:

☆Daryl Dixon (TWD)

☆ Billy Hargrove (ST)

☆ Xavier Thorpe (Wednesday)

🌸 Five comfort characters, five tags🌸

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Your Archer of Infamy (Priest x You) Series

Chapter 1

The windscreen wipers were frantically leaping left to right fighting off the rain that was lashing against your windshield screen. Twelve years of driving and you’re a hundred percent sure this was the worst weather you’d ever driven in, not to mention you felt the pressures of being even more cautious than usual as Rhea was in the car with you. You and Rhea had been friends since 2017 when Rhea joined the company. You were older than her by three years and as soon as you were introduced to each other your personalities clicked. That’s why you made such a great tag team, best friends in the ring, best friends out the ring. You and Rhea tried to drown the sound out of the rain with your singing.

“Out the curtain, lights go up, I'm home..”

“WHOA!” Both you and Rhea belted out Downstrait’s ‘Kingdom’, Cody Rhodes’ entrance song. Your phone chimed, it was a photo message from Damian. As you were driving, Rhea opened it up for you, the photo was of Damian, Finn and Dom waiting in the hotel. 

“When are you two going to stop messing about and just do it?” Rhea blurted out, questioning the chemistry that lingered between you and Damian.

“Straight to the point as ever Rhea” Your exhale turning to laughter.

“We’re all just waiting for it to happen.”

“So am I” Your honesty had Rhea in stitches. She turned the music down that was on full blast to answer a video call she was receiving.

“Who is it?” You asked, wanting to look over but you knew you had to keep your eyes on the road. A chorus of ‘Hi’s’ told you it was Balor, Dom and Priest. 

“ETA?” Balor asked, Rhea looked over at your phone’s navigation app.

“Two minutes, we’re just round the corner.” Rhea replied. 

“Has she crashed yet?” Dom liked to pick on you, he was like a little brother to you. You constantly had playful back and forth spats with each other. 

“Fuck you Dom” keeping your eyes on the road you gave him the middle finger which Rhea pointed the camera at so Dom could see. As Rhea hung up you pulled into the parking lot of the hotel, you both looked at each other and nodded as if you knew what each other was thinking. You both threw open the car doors, slamming them shut. Both of you hastily ran to the boot and grabbed whatever bags there were in an attempt to get as little wet as possible from the rain. Heads down to avoid the rain slapping into your faces as the heavy wind pushed it in your direction you both legged it over to the entrance, dropping the bags as soon as you were in the clear from the rain.

“That’s disgusting” You turned to Rhea gesturing to the rain.

“You got us here safely though” Rhea emphasised the word ‘safely’ loudly in an attempt to grab Dom’s attention as the three of them sat on comfortable leather chairs, their backs to the pair of you. They were waiting for you and Rhea to check in and change so you could all head to the gym together.

You and Rhea headed over to the front desk, as Rhea checked in Grayson Waller had approached you. He’d been trying for a while now, vying for your attention and you wondered how long he would keep up with it. You raised your eyebrows at him as if to question what he wanted, to which he just responded with a smirk, licking his lower lip and continuing to chew his gum. 

From afar, Priest watched the interaction. He wasn’t a fan of it, his knuckles were turning white from the hard grip he had on the arm of the chair. He knew you were well liked and often the desires of many lads in the locker room when the topic of conversation was the female roster. He couldn’t blame them though. You were genuinely one of the sweetest girls but for everyone else the talk was superficial, it was always your looks, to him he cared more about how you reflected the same rockstar lifestyle he lived. Thankful for all your opportunities. Trying to be the best version of yourself. Being happy. The look was just a bonus in the neatly wrapped up package. Balor and Dom noticed where Priest’s attention was currently drawn too, Waller rubbing his hand up and down your arm.

“Tell her bro!” Dom yelled into a whisper. Within an instant Dom’s attention was on Balor and Dom.

“Nah. I’m eleven years older than her, I’ll just be holding her back” Priest slumped back in his chair trying not to look over.

“Sounds like some bullshit excuse to me” Balor coughed in between each word. 

As Waller touched your arm you looked at it, as you did you tried to steal a glance over at Priest using your peripheral vision, you were hoping he was looking in your direction and to your pleasure he was. You adored Priest, you wanted him badly. He always gave you signals like touches and comments that told you it was reciprocated but he never acted up on it. You knew it was an ignorant thing to be doing but you tried to use the attention from other guys to get some sort of reaction out of him. 

“Can’t wait to see you in action tonight.” Waller’s attempt to flirt with you was cringeworthy but you smiled to play along.

“Thanks…”

“We can take the action back to my room later if you wanted?”

Internally you were gagging and trying not to let your face screw up into a ball in reaction to the cringe comments leaving his mouth. Overhearing the comments Rhea stepped in trying to save you from any more painful Waller interaction.

“Beat it Waller” Rhea rolled her eyes.

“Charming as always Rhea” Waller brought his hand up to his chest as if her words wounded him.

“I’m serious, we’ve got better things to do Grayson” Rhea turned you around so your back was to Waller and although you were finding it hilarious because of Rhea’s bluntness you mouthed ‘thank you’ to her. 

“Check-in” She whispered in your ear before grabbing her bags and walking away to the boys. 

“Think about my offer, yeah?” Waller said as he backed away.

You breathed deeply to regain your composure.

“Hi, I’d like to check in please?”

“Welcome, absolutely, what is the name on the reference?”

You gave the lady behind the counter your name and booking reference, her lips rolled thinly and her eyebrows furrowed as if she was confused. You observed her closely as she kept tapping and scrolling. She’d occasionally look up with apprehension on her face, as she looked at your smile. 

“I’m sorry Miss, it seems there has been a mix up with your booking. The room has been double booked.” 

“How does that even happen?” You huffed in disbelief.

“I’m not sure…” The lady was dumbfounded, as she looked up at you with regret. You weren’t one to yell, it wasn't her fault. 

“Any more rooms available?” You questioned hopefully.

The lady shook her head and pursed her lips outwards “ I’m afraid not, we’re fully booked because of the show. Neighbouring hotels are fully booked too. I could explain your situation to the current occupants and ask if they would mind vacating the room offering them a free stay another time?.”

You shook your head smiling kindly at the lady. 

“That won't be necessary. Could you just make sure you refund me the room please?” You could tell the lady really appreciated your level of calmness, you were almost certain she was used to being yelled at in situations like this.

“Of course, miss. Once again our apologies for this mix up and thank you for being so kind about it”

Turning your back to the counter, you huffed and rubbed your eyes in frustration before making your way over to the group.

“What’s with the long face?” Dom asked. 

“ I don’t have a room, they gave my room to someone else” You flopped over the arms of the chair Damian was sitting on so you were laid across him, letting your body go limp. 

“Shit. I’ve got Buddy staying tonight…” Rhea replied implying she couldn’t offer you space as her boyfriend would need the room. You pulled yourself up like a sit up  then dropped yourself onto the lap of Damian.

“It’s fine, I'll sleep out here. We only ever get five hours of sleep on the road anyway. Zero hours tonight won't hurt. Beside its comfortable”

“It’s only comfortable because you’re sitting on Damian” Dom pointed at the pair of you, You turned to look at Priest who was smirking at you which in turn made the corners of your lips curl upwards. Your eyes darted quickly between his dark eyes and lips, likewise he copied you. You could both sense the tension between you as you’d both forgotten where you were as silence filled the air. 

“I aint complaining” Priest broke first and spoke up, his hands in the air. You refocused, turning back to face everyone else.

“Thanks for stating the obvious Dom” your sarcasm causing everyone to snicker. Priest put one arm round the back of you to lean on your waist.

“Take my bed, I can take the floor for a night” Priest said. You turned to look at Priest, you couldn’t help but look at him lovingly. 

“I can’t do that” 

“I’m not letting you sleep out here on your own” Damian’s other hand gravitated to your leg, settling in between your thighs. 

“This makes me sick” Dom joked as you looked down at the hand. Damian followed your gaze and instantly removed his hand and pushed up to make you both stand up. 

“C’mon let's go.” Priest ignored you as he walked past as if to pretend he didn’t just have you sat on him, his hand grazing your inner thigh..

“Meet here in ten yeah?” Rhea asked and everyone nodded in agreement. You followed behind Damian up to his room. 

The day had dashed by, you were now alone with Priest in the hotel room. You opened the bathroom door to see him in his boxers and you in the only bedtime clothes you had, your lingerie, you weren’t expecting having to share a room with anyone okay! Sometimes pyjamas aren’t needed! You sighed quietly, trying to maintain your composure seeing Damian this way. 

“I’m sorry I dont have pyjamas otherwise I’d wear them” You became nervous as you walked towards Priest, you weren’t sure if you were nervous because you were suddenly overcome with anxiety with how you looked or if it was because Priest made you nervously giddy.

“No need to apologise 

“Like what you see?” Priest’s low gruff voice asked you. Priest was astounded by you, only asking you that question because he liked what he saw.  You rolled your eyes in amusement.

“It’s alright I suppose” You shrugged your shoulders

You watched as Priest laid down on the floor and grabbed the blanket off the bed, his actions confusing you. 

“You’re not actually sleeping there are you?” Priest folded his arms behind his head to lean on, his muscles tensing making your self control even weaker as he just gazed up at you.

“I dunno? Am I?” Reverse psychology… good one you thought. You dropped on to the bed telling Damian to get in. You didn’t need to tell him twice and he was up onto the bed and settled next to you. You turned over to face him, your faces inches apart, all Priest wanted to do was pull you into him and on top of him, his hands grabbing at your ass as you kissed intensely over and over again, him manoeuvring your body to grind against him.

“What do you think of Waller?” His thoughts shattered instantly. Why were you asking him about Waller? Not wanting to let you know he was confused or disappointed, he shrugged his shoulders. 

“Seems fine” Damian’s reply was blunt. 

“I think he wants to go on a date..”

“Enjoy it” Damian smiled and quickly turned over like he was giving you the cold shoulder. He was… he didn’t want to hear about your feelings towards Waller, not that you actually had any. Your reasoning in bringing Waller up had the intention of making Damian jealous and maybe get him to admit his feeling so you could too but his responses had you feeling that your desired outcome had failed.

During the night Damian was woken by your slow movement of turning over and placing your arm over his midsection, curling up to him and resting your forehead on his back. He didn’t want to wake you so he let you cuddle up to him. Was he really going to let someone like Waller get to you before he could?

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Bodyguard

Damian Priest Oneshot

TW: Not a lot lol, some kissing now and then.

Summary: Reader ends up hurt somehow during the match like she took a hit during the match (not a tag team match) and protective judgment day but mostly protective Damian.

A/N: Thank you for the prompt @judgementdayfan1

Also, shall I make a Damian Priest series? PLEASE COMMENT YES OR NO!

You'd worked so tirelessly for this moment, fighting for the Raw Women’s Championship. The management had entrusted you with being a part of the Judgement Day and to utilise it to your advantage seeing as management were high on them. Being part of the Judgement Day had soared you to heights you never expected both professionally and personally. As soon as you joined the stable Damian took you under his wing, you felt at times he had become your personal bodyguard, during matches he was there to protect you, obviously as part of the storyline. When dues who you’d rejected kept trying to flirt with you he was always ready to tell them to jog on or scare them off, both wrestling guys, fans and random memebers of the public. It made you think, if he was protecting you from other guys was there a reaosn for it? You couldn't deny how handsome he was and how you wouldn’t say no to anything that may happen with him. But underneath all that you were just so thankful to be able to learn from a veteran like him. As soon as Priest was informed about a new person joining The Judgment Day he was hesitant, he didn’t really think the group needed a new member. When he was told it was you he quickly ate his words, he liked you. You were already estbalished in the business and knew what you were doing so he knew you wolnd’t ruin The Judgement Day’s rep. The both of you had communicated before, whenever he visited the performance centre you’d always exchange greetings and a light hearted conversation. He always liked your ínstagram pictures and occasionally left a flirty comment or emoji. 

So naturally when you joined the group he continued to flirt and as time grew… he was besotted with you. He admired your work ethic, most importantly he worshipped who you were as a person. He idolised how sweet and kind-hearted you were, nobody backstage had a bad word to say about you. The first time he kissed you you didn't want to act on your desires, you didn't want it to ruin your chances of success.

The second time was harder to resist, he had you alone and cornered in the men's locker room. One hand hoisting up your leg as he whispered how stunning you were into your ear. The nervous jitters of getting caught redhanded had been swept away by the confidence that Priest gave you when you were around him.

"If I could take you right here and now…" Priest ran his fingers down your chest until he reached the laces on your gear, slowly untying it and licking his lips as he cauht sight of your cleavege.

"Why don't you hmm?" Every moment spent with him only increased your willingness to be daring and free. Priest had brought a different side out of you, that's why in moments like this with Damian you surprised yourself.

"Think you can handle me?" His low guttural whisper sent electric shivers down your spine. You closed your eyes soaking up every kiss that he tenderly planted across your neck and roaming down to your chest causing you to groan in pleasure. By the third, fourth and fifth time it became quite obvious to other people that you and Damian were probably now exclusive as you didn't try to hide it anymore. He was happy walking around with your hand in his, his arm over your shoulder or around your waist.

Priest, Balor, Dom they were all proud of you for reaching this moment of your career. The match was running smoothly, the crowd was lapping it up, Rhea was playing her sordid role, perfectly helping you out at certain points when the ref was looking away. That was until it went black for you. Rhea winced as she had a front row seat at you landing on your head. She observed closely by leaning on the apron and noticed there wasn't much movement on your end. As Damian watched backstage he had a feeling from Rhea's face that perhaps something wasn't right, it wasn't until he locked eyes with Hunter who wore a worried face that he knew something wasn't right.

"Refs thrown up the X" Priest heard management called out as it came through their ear piece. Priest sprung into action about to walk through the curtains. Balor instantly held him back worried how Priest's reaction would reflect upon their storyline.

"Don't break kayfabe"

"I'm not leaving her out there alone" Priest removed Finn's hand that held him back. He turned to Hunter and offered him a pleading look.

"Rhea's got her" Finn attempted on keeping Priest level headed.

"Go. We can work it into the JD storyline" Hunter's words had barely left his lips as Damian sprinted through the curtains, down the ramp and sliding into the ring to be next to you. As soon as Rhea saw Damian she too joined in the ring. Rhea in role approached Bianca, your opponent, and squared up to her to allow the medical team and Pries to bring you around.The ref informed Rhea to attack Bianca to allow Bianca to win Via DQ.

Priest waited for the doctor's confirmation that he could carry you in his arms to the back, as the cameras followed Rhea and Priest continued to stay in role, to make it seem part of the programme for those watching at home. You didn't know what had happened until you woke up in the medical room. The squeeze you felt on your hand is what helped you to refocus your blurred eyesight. It was Damian's hand in yours, just knowing he was with you squashed some of your worries.

"What happened?" You groaned in discomfort, Damian shhh'd you, brushing your hair away from your face. You’d hardly seen Damian be so soft before, you were used to his tough guy, flirty persona. Priest was concerned about you, he’d never really loved anyone as hard as he did you. 

"You had an accident in the ring. Doctors say it's a concussion” Priest lingered his lips on your forehead after he kissed it.

"Yeah, I do feel sick you know” breathing heavily you slowly sat up with the assist from Damian. He perched on the end of the medical bed sitting in front of you soothingly rubbing your leg.

"You still look sexy in a concussed state" 

"You don't need to give me sympathy compliments" You frowned, stroking your temples. 

"I'm serious!" Priest widened his eyes. Your puppy dog eyes and frown only made Priest chuckle. 

“Have they said how long, I’ll be out for?” 

“Four weeks”

“Four weeks!” your mouth hung open before you slowly leant forward leaning your head on Damian’s chest wallowing in your own self pity. This would be the first time in over a year you took that much time off from work.

“You need to recover, if you throw yourself in you’ll cause more damage” Priest muscels wraaped around you, and as he did you adjusted yourself so you were sat on Priest, your legs wrapped around his midsection, like a koala bear clinging to its tree. You huffed the most loud and dramtic sigh.

“The time will fly by. And it’s only four weeks of non-contact, you’ll still be able to be out in the ring during props and at rigside.” All that left your mouth was grumpy ‘mmm’ 

The door creaked open, Rhea, Balor and Dom all popped their heads round with a mixture of relieved and anxious faces. You instantly smiled at them in an attempt to tranquil their minds.

“I’m alive” You rolled your eyes, continuing to smile. You and Priest unravelled yoursleves from each other up to allow the others to get closer to you, Rhea instantly engulfed you in a hug.

“Yo, she’s delicate” Priest playfully called out as Rhea’s hug almost winded you. 

“I’m sorry, I’m just so glad you’re okay. Dude, it was so hard to contain my panic face and not break character out there”

The four of them stuck around with you until the medical team allowed you to go.

"C'mon, let's go. You can watch me sprint down the ramp to check on you and see the pure worry on my face" You leaned into Priest for not only support but for a hug. The comfort he brought you when you were in his embrace  made you feel like you were at home. The other three joined in with the hug, having them made you feel lucky to be a part of this small little family.

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Shooting Star

Damian Priest Oneshot

TW: Language nothing major tbh

Summary: Priest adores you basically. Feeling deflated after your first match back from an ACL injury, Priest comforts you and confesses the feelings he has for you.

A/N: Thank you to one of you wonderful anonymous readers (you know who you are... I hope) who gave me the backstory to this oneshot :)

Two years of your emotions being tossed about like a pancake but it would all be worth it for this moment. Two years of preparing your body to be the best it could be to be able to step back into the ring and do the thing you love most. The two years had been difficult, there were times when the loneliness consumed you, you were used to the social aspect of being a part of the WWE, the constant hustle and bustle and quick pace of moving from one place to the next. Being constantly surrounded by lots of people, many of those you considered your best friends. Thankfully the performance centre was only a few blocks away and you could rely on that place to cheer you up. 

The moment your hometown crowd would go absolutely mental and pop for you, would remind you of why you loved wrestling and that no injury will ever stop you from performing for crowds who loved the business just as much as you did. You stood in the gorilla watching the current match whilst stretching. 

"I'd notice the shape of that ass anywhere…" You smiled to yourself whilst rolling your eyes, you turned around and placed your hands on your hips to see Priest approaching you. Priest always knew how to make you smile, his playful mannerisms and sparkling sense of humour was why he was one of your closest friends in the locker room. 

"Hey Priest" You flung your arms over his neck as he bent down to hug you, he squeezed you tight as if to tell you he was so happy to have you back. Priest was good to you, he visited you on his days off whilst you were out with your injury, making sure you didn't spiral into a pit of darkness. He mainly helped you at the gym rehabbing the injury and then watched a movie with you before he had to leave, but the few hours he did give you were priceless. 

"How's the ACL feeling?" You hopped onto one of the production boxes, taking a seat and Priest rested his hands either side of you on the box. You rubbed it, and gently swung it back and forth as much as you could without kicking Priest as he was leaning so close to you.

"Feels good… I think. I never really got to say thank you for visiting me all the time" You grinned.

"Are you kidding? you thanked me every like two seconds I was with you" Priest replied.

"Yeah I meant like I never got to show how thankful I was by doing something for you"

Now you meant this in the most innocent way… Priest was the one to make this flirty. 

"Yeah? Well I know a few ways you can thank me.." trying to be witty Priest wore a smug smile.

"I wonder what those could be…" You bit your lip trying to play innocent in all this but you both knew exactly what you wanted from each other. 

"I could show you…" Priest said as he leaned forward towards you, his hands now gliding up your thighs, you could feel in your stomach the metaphorical flips people always talked about.

Once his hand had danced along your thighs he stopped on your lower back and pushed you into him so your legs wrapped around his lower midsection. The whole time he never once looked away from your face, you'd expected him to be smirking assuming he was just being cheeky in his actions but the look he was giving you was a serious one.

"I could get used to this." Priest's low voice whimpered as he leant his forehead on yours, he closed his eyes enjoying being close to you.

"Used to what?" Your voice was just as quiet and soft.

"Being close to you" You hummed at his words.

You watched as his eyesight fluttered from your own eyes to your lips, a small, rough groan escaped his lips as they were inches away from settling on yours. 

"Y/N" You heard Liv call out to you and break the tension between you and Priest. 

"Shit!" Priest mumbled as his head fell away from yours, his dreads falling in front of his face. He backed up from you as he flipped the dread over his face to make room for Liv. You leapt down from the box to embrace Liv.

"It's so good to have you back" 

Priest watched from behind as Liv dragged you away to hair and make-up for a girly catch up. You looked back at Priest who was watching you, looking deflated, shaking his head. You mouthed the word "sorry" to him and shrugged your shoulders with a cheeky smile. You were happy to tease him and keep him waiting even though you desperately wanted that kiss.

Priest had waited for the perfect moment to finally kiss you, he had planned it for so long in his head. He wanted to do it before your match to give you that extra boost of confidence. Yet here he was being cockblocked by Liv. 

"Thanks for cockblocking Liv" Damian called out causing you and Liv to burst out laughing.

"You're so welcome Priest!" Liv responded through her fit of laughter.

Although you had adrenaline coursing through your veins and you were so grateful for the warm response your hometown gave you, you couldn't help but feel a little disappointed in yourself, there were a few spots that you messed up, they were not major or noticeable but you knew about them. As you came through the backstage curtain you were hit with a wave of cheers and applause from the roster, you pulled the fakest smile you could to act like you were okay. Priest sensed that you weren't as happy as he thought you might have been, he could see the worry in the shimmers of your eyes, clearly tears that wanted to flow free. Priest pushed through to the front and engulfed you in a hug, his hand guiding your head cradling into his chest, where you finally felt comfortable to cry and wrap your arms around his waist. And if anyone asked why you were crying you'd tell them they were happy tears!

As Priest ushered you to a quiet corner of the arena you didn't need to say anything to him, just his touch and company was enough to calm your whimpers and tears. 

"What happened mi amor?" Priest asked as he crouched down in front of you and gently pushed stands of your hair behind your ears.

"I missed so many steps out there. I messed up” You radiated defeat and felt as if all the confidence you ever owned had been winded out of you. Your eyes were glued to the floor and your voice sounded deflated, not like your usual gleeful self.

"Ring rust happens babe. You’ve just come back from a major injury, nobody noticed it. You only noticed because you were the one performing the spots" He tried to reassure you by stroking his thumb on your cheek. 

“Look at me” Priest now had your head in his hands, rummaging the hair away from your face so he could clearly appreciate the beauty in your face and also encourage you to look at him. You admired the sparkle his eyes exhibited and gave a feeble smile in an attempt to please him..

“You are fucking talented, okay?The crowd was so pumped to see you. I look at you in the ring, out of the ring and I think… you are fucking incredible.” All of a sudden he was pulling your face towards him, and this time there was a connection between the lips. A lustful and needy connection. Without removing your lips from each other, Priest had managed to manoeuvre your bodies so he was now seated and had you sitting on him, legs either side of his body. In desperation to be closer to him your hands got lost and tangled in his dreads whilst his hands were jelled to your hips encouraging you to grind against him. Purely pausing for breath you pulled away letting your hands rest on the pecs of his chest, you looked down at Priest who was grinning at you causing you to blush. It was quiet for a few seconds before Priest opened his mouth to speak.

“I’ve waited a long time to do that.”

“How long?”

“That information is confidential” A finger rose to his lips as if to keep a secret. The air filled with silence. It wasn't uncomfortable, it felt natural like you and Damian had done this a million times over... The smile hadn’t left Damian’s lips; he was just there goofily grinning like he’d accomplished something he was proud of. 

“What are you smiling at?” You questioned letting your head dangle in an attempt to hide the rosy cheeks.

“The most beautiful girl I ever seen” You watched as Priest’s eyes glanced over the body that sat on him, he hummed to himself admiring the work of art that you were.

“I bet you say that to all the girls?”

“Only …the… ones… I’m in… love… with” Priest leant forward into your neck planting sweet, soft kisses in between each word.

“Shit” You’d never really paid attention to a heartbeat before… but the heartbeat that thumped through your chest in that moment of declaration was the equivalent of a magical shooting star bursting through the air.

“In love?”

“I ain’t shy about it. I want to be the one you turn to when you’re feeling low and think you're the worst wrestler ever…” You quickly interrupted him, squinting your eyebrows at his exaggeration.

“Er, I didn’t quite say that” Your eyes glaring into his trying not to smile as you were trying to be serious… trying being the keyword and instantly cracking a smile after a mere second of seriousness. 

“Yeah well I know that’s what you were thinking.I’m going to continue professing my love for you now is that alright?”

You chuckled into the smile already on your face and nodded your head in agreement to let him carry on.

“I want to ride your highs with you and enjoy every moment that you’re happy. Your joy and light makes me feel something. Something which I never thought I could.”

You had no words for Priest, it was as if your mouth was made of the same stuff as a desert, your lack of words was your sign to speak with actions instead of words and so you kissed him. It was a deep, slow and powerful kiss as you gripped onto the side of his neck and his hands on your back pushing you against him so he could feel you physically. It was a kiss that spoke a thousand and one words to Damian, that you felt the same way as him, and that was love. That was all he needed to confirm everything he’d hoped for.

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