see the reason i like Gerald over Randy is simple, Gerald KNOWS he’s an asshole, and accepts it, he knows he’s being ugly and dumb but doesn’t really care unless his family is involved, Randy on the other hand is just an idiot, and in huge denial of many of the shitty things he is and has done, idk i guess i rather take a cocky arrogant asshole over someone who denies their own obvious privileges and and mistakes
You stood on top of Hunter and pointed the gun at him. Before you could pull the trigger, he pulled you down towards him, forcing your to drop the gun.
Hunter got on top of you.
His fist connecting with your cheek. You reached up and pressed your thumb into his gunshot wound. He screamed you flipped him, getting on top. You pummeled his face, screaming. “You killed him! You killed, Dean! You rotten motherfucker!”
Smashing your knuckles against his cheekbone, jaw, neck. You began slamming his head into the ground. Tears running down your face. “You killed him! You killed my Dean! My friend!” Your mind was filled with blind fury. You didn’t hear his screams of protests.
You didn’t feel him stick his knife into you two, threes times. It wasn’t until you were certain he wasn’t getting back up that you realized the knife was stuck into your stomach. You slid off of him and hit the ground. Your hands went to the knife wound. Red, bright and dark was all over your hands, shirt, Cut and Jeans.
The adrenaline that was once fueling your body, was now gone. You felt it all at once. The pain in your hands, you were certain some bones were broken. The pain in your faces, blood rushing down from your nose and forehead.
The blinding pain in your stomach, causing you to hunch every so slightly. Hunter groaned to the side of you. You reached for your gun, pain causing you to hiss, and moan.
You pointed the gun at Hunter, who reached with a bloody hand for it. His face unrecognizable. A single shot rang out. White spots began floating in your line of vision. You placed a bloody hand over your head, as your vision became blurry.
You tried to move forward, towards the shapes that were making their way to you, but you couldn’t will your feet to move. Your head spun again and you had to catch yourself before you fell. Pain shot up your back causing you to whimper. Was this what dying felt like?
Again you tried to will yourself to move, but could. Black spots began to cloud your vision. You stumbled backward and your head felt like too much to hold up. You stumbled again. The shapes were getting closer, as your eyes began to get heavier.
You began coughing, you brought a hand to your mouth. You looked at your hand. Fresh blood was splattered on the inside. Your head spun and before you knew it, you hit the ground. You heard yelling as you lolled your head to the side. Slowly your eyes felt shut, your hand letting up pressure on your wound. Blood began rushing, incoherent words tumbled from your mouth.
The yelling was louder. A lot louder. You thought you heard your name, but all you could focus on was that blinding light. You tried to lift your hand to block it, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t move your arm.
Then you felt it. Hands on your face. You forced your eyes open. Roman was looking at you, panic across his face. “It’s going to be okay! We’re going to get you to a doctor.”
“I can’t feel…my arms…” You murmured. Tears came to his eyes. “It’s fine. You lost a lot of blood. You’re going to be alright. I know it.”
You coughed again, blood flying from your mouth. Roman touched your forehead. “I…I love you.” You said, letting your head roll to the side. Roman began panicking.
“Hey, come on. Stay with me.” Roman picked you up with easy. “I just…wanted-” More blood came out as you coughed into his chest. “Wanted to say…That before I go…I-I love you so much-” More coughing and more blood.
Your life was playing out before you as Roman ran with your bloody, beaten body. Seth was alongside him, Randy and Taker. You mumbled things no one understood.
About your parents, pets, and friends. You murmured about Roman and Dean, Baron as well. Your head would go slack causing Roman to scream louder at Seth to get you to the hospital.
Tear flooded Roman’s eyes at the fact that right now that chances of you living were slim. “Not you too! Don’t do this! Stay with me! I can’t lose you too.”
Seth blew through stop signs and red lights, nearly getting T-boned more than once. Randy yelled at him, telling him not to get everyone else killed. Causing the both of them to yell back and forth until Taker yelled at them.
Roman brushed away bloody hair from your face, fixing your Cut on your shoulders as you laid out across the van’s floor. Taker was making sure you were still living by checking your pulse.
Baron was kneeling between your legs, undoing your belt like Taker was telling him to. Next Baron ripped your shirt, allowing Taker to get a better look at the knife in your stomach.
You came back to the present time when you felt the cool breeze hit your midsection. Your fingers twitched, head lolling to the side. Roman was looking at you. “Hold…my…hand?”
You whispered far too low for Roman to hear. He knitted his eyebrows together. “Hold..m-my …hand?” Again Roman could quite catch it. “Hold her fucking hand!” Baron growled. Roman in an instant looped his fingers through yours.
“It has to come out.” Everyone looked to Taker. “What?” Taker put a slight amount of pressure on the area around the wound, causing you to let out a whimper. “You can’t take that out. “ Roman said,
“Seth take us to the clubhouse!” What?!” Everyone yelled. “Do you want to explain to the doctors why everyone is covered in blood? Why Y/N has a knife sticking out of them? Why we have an armory in the van!”
Everyone stayed silent. “That’s what I thought. Take us to the clubhouse. Baron help me get this belt around their midsection, it’s slow the bleeding and makes it a lot easier to get control of once the knife is out.”
Seth swung the van into the parking lot of the clubhouse, everyone was already opening the doors, getting ready to move you.
Gently, Roman, Seth, Randy and Baron set you on the pool table. “Seth, under my bed you’ll find a tackle box, get that.” Taker said, slipping his Cut off. Seth nodded his head and ran towards the dorms.
“Randy, get me the bottles of liquor that has the highest alcohol contains.” Taker rolled up his sleeves. Randy quickly ran and slid over the bar top. “Roman, get me all the towels and sheets you can. Baron get me the first aid kit from the hall bathroom.” Baron ran off, Roman, on the other hand, couldn’t move from your side.
Suddenly the door to the clubhouse swung open, Finn came running in, panic on his face. Taker looked at Roman, seeing that he wouldn’t move, that he couldn’t move. “Finn! Shut the damn door, and get me towels, sheets. Whatever you can carry!” Finn nodded his head.
Seth returned with the tackle box, Randy with the liquor, Baron with the kit and Finn with the sheets and towels. “Finn, Randy, hold ‘em down. This is going to hurt and I can’t have ‘em moving around.”
The amount of pain that suddenly came, made you scream. Roman took a few steps away, he couldn’t watch it. Watch you arch your back in pain, watch your hands clench into a fist. He couldn’t hear the screams.
Roman’s head shot up when the clubhouse door swung open. Aj stood there, someone beside him, holding a cooler. “I’m sorry…I can’t…I can’t be here.” Roman said.
Roman sat on the curb outside, head in his hands. Blood was covering him. Your blood was covering him. The door behind him opened, Taker stepped out, wiping his hands on a rag. Roman looked at him and for the first time in a long time, Taker could see that…innocent look. “They’re stable for now. Come see ‘em.” Roman got up and sprinted into the clubhouse.
Everyone moved you to one of the dorm rooms, making sure you were comfortable. Aj brought a friend, Alexa Bliss, a doctor.
“Three blood transfusions. Three!” She shook her head as she placed her hand on your forehead, checking for a fever. Aj looked at the doorway when Roman appeared. “They’re going to make it. They’re going to live.”
Roman slowly walked into the room and looked at your frail body. Sweat was coating your body, your skin was pale, sickly looking. He could see how weak your were. Roman walked over to Aj and pulled him into a hug. “Thank you. Thank you so much.” Roman pulled away from Aj and looked to Alexa. “Thank you as well. I really mean it.”
Alexa grabbed her bag from the floor. “Make sure they don’t get a fever. If they do, call me. Got it?” Roman nodded his head. “Good.”
“I really mean it. Without you, I don’t know if they would have made it.” Alexa rolled her eyes. ‘Yeah, yeah. And with that, she left the room. “She gets like that…Just…Errr, yeah.” Aj clasped his shoulder. “We’ll leave you alone.”
Roman watched you all night long. Going in and out of sleep, checking your pulse every so often, kissing your forehead, pacing at the foot of the bed, checking you for a fever, holding your hand, and even going as far as to check your bandaged wound.
Three days you were out. Alexa had to come back and hook you up to an IV to make sure you got fluids. Aj laughed when Roman thanked her again, only for her to glared at him and leave. She wasn’t a very happy woman.
When you finally came to, you felt every ounce of pain. Your ribs hurt, your hands hurt, your head hurt, fingers, feet, back, legs, arms, everything. There wasn’t a part of your body that didn’t hurt.
With a slight groan, you shifted in the bed. Roman laid in the chair beside your bed, legs spread wide, arms folded loosely over his chest, his chin resting against his chest.
Placing a bandaged hand over your midsection, you tried to sit up, which ended up making you yelp. Roman jerked awake, placing his hands on your arm. You tried to smile, causing pain to shoot through your jaw.
For a long moment, you just stared at him and him at you. “You’re alive…and well, not exactly healthy, but alive.” You tried to smile again. It ended up making you look like a gremlin.
Roman smiled. “I would say something. I just don’t know what to say.” You laughed, a raspy laugh that ended in coughing, but it was still music to Roman’s ears. “I’m alive…I was sure I was going to die. Right in the back of the van…”
Roman stood to his feet when you shivered, he grabbed a spare blanket from the closet. Tossing the blanket over you, he leaned down, placing a kiss on your forehead and helped you lay back down.
You tugged at Roman’s arm. “Lay with me?” Roman stood there. “I don’t know. You’re very…broken at the moment.”
You gave him the best puppy dog eyes you could muster up through the bruises and bandages. Roman bit his lip. “Fine! But if you start hurting, you tell me.” You nodded your head, moving a little bit over for him.
Roman slid into the bed and draped his arm around the tops of the pillows, you went to snuggle him, he stopped you. “No. I’ll lay in the bed…No cuddling until you get a little better.”
You frowned and waited for him to close his eyes, then you moved closer to him, letting your head rest against him. You kissed his chest, closing your eyes. Placing a bandaged hand on his stomach, he placed his over top of yours.
Seth opened the door to your room around two hours later, a bottle of water in his hand, making sure Roman was well hydrated. Roman wouldn’t leave the room much, Seth had to force him to shower, to get all the blood off of him, both yours and the Kings.
Seth smiled at what he saw. You snuggled up against Roman’s side, his arms wrapped tightly around you, your hands intertwined. Seth placed the bottle of water on the nightstand and pulled a blanket over Roman and felt to make sure you still have no fever.
Seth left the room then, taking one more glance at your entangled forms.
4 Mouths Later…
Roman was still the President of the club. Running the Hounds just as hard.
Seth was the VP. Even if Roman wanted it to be you. He was now engaged to Becky, who was working in Hounds Auto as well, knowing full well what the club was about.
You were Sgt-at-Arms. You’re responsible for discipline and security. You also serve as a bodyguard for the President, protecting him from danger. You’re almost always at the side of Roman. You also wear the Men of Mayhem patch. You went above and beyond for the club. You spilled blood for them. Roman still didn’t think that patch was good enough for you.
Randy focused a lot on Hounds Auto. Doing very little in the way of the Club. Everyone knew he was looking to get out, no one was going to stop him either. No one blamed him for wanting out.
Baron was the Road Captain. He was responsible for organizing the route the club takes on rides, ensuring the safety of everyone on the road and ensuring discipline while on rides.
Finn was patched into the club, giving him a Cut to the Hounds. He did what he could for them, helping them with the ongoing war with the Kings and Family.
Aj didn’t want into the club. He was happy with just being a help and doing his own thing when he wasn’t needed.
You held Roman’s hand as you walked lazily through the park. It was a beautiful night, stars shining bright, the wind blowing gently. Roman pulled you closer to him, wrapping his arm around your waist, his lips pressing against your temple. “I love you, Y/N.”
You closed your eyes, allowing Roman to lead you. “I love you too, Roman.” It was rare that you two got any time alone. You both were stressed to the max with the war. Roman’s finger rubbed circles into your hip. “So Seth and Becky huh?” Roman laughed. “Yeah. I know. They’re getting married in the spring. It’ll be nice.”
“What do you think about marriage?” Roman asked. You shrugged. “I think if they love each other and they both want that then they should do it.” Roman shook his head. “No…I meant,” Roman took a long pause. “I meant for me and you. Like, would you want to get married?”
You looked up at him, smiling. “Are you proposing, Roman?” Laughter was underlying your voice. “No! I’m just asking if you ever thought of that.” You were silent for a moment. “Yeah. A few different times I did.”
“So if I were to propose in the future…” You smiled. “I would say yes.” Roman smiled as he kissed your temple once again. “Good to know. Good to know.”
Title: Rescue Me
Rating: M (Adult Content: Physical Abuse, Language Warning)
Pairing: Roman Reigns/Reader/Randy Orton
Disclaimer: I sadly regret that I don’t own much.
Summary: Roman has to stop it, before it’s too late.
The pressure around my throat increased as I felt the heels of my black pumps leave the floor as my back scrapes up against the concrete wall. I try to breathe, to suck in as much oxygen as I can but all attempts seem to fail. The seconds turn to minutes, I feel my lungs tightening as my French tip nails claw at his hand and wrist.
“Please.. Stop..” I managed to squeak out. My vision begins to blur as he continues to choke me out, his fist squeezing me like a vice as I tried to cry out for help. The colorful pallet of tattoos down his arm fades into a sea of gray as hot tears pool in my eyes before falling down against my cheeks.
“I told you, I own you.” He hissed at me, his voice now sounding as if he was speaking in an echo. I struggle to imagine myself anywhere else but here. “Just like I owned you last night.” He laughed. The tears continued to roll down my face, sliding past the bruise on my cheek and the cut on my lip. My cover up make up now completely destroyed and stinging my eyes.
Suddenly nothing. Darkness surrounds me. Randy’s image was gone and all I could feel was numb.
“You almost ready to go man?” I asked, watching him throw the last handful of stuff into his duffle bag. I was dog tired and ready to hit the shower back at the hotel and get some sleep. I glanced over at my brother again as he nodded, pulling a plain white t-shirt over his head.
“Yeah, you?” Dean asked, then zipping up his leather jacket as he pulled it on as well. I ran a hand through my hair before tying it up at the base of my neck in a knot.
“Yeah dude, just let me get my shit from the bathroom.” I mumbled, disappearing through the doorway. My mind was anywhere but here. I felt like I had been walking around in a daze for months now. I couldn’t blame anyone else but myself though.
I had grabbed my brush and mouthwash from the counter when I heard a banging on our locker room door. I figured it was Seth wanting to ride back to the hotel with us so I blew it off initially. It wasn’t until I heard Dean yelling that I knew something had happened.
“Rome, bro, get your ass out here now!” The new tone in his voice told me everything I needed to know. She was in trouble again and I instantly felt a weight on my shoulders and a pain in my chest at the thought. This had to stop.
“What is it?” I asked, as I entered back into the room. I could tell by the look in Dean’s eyes and the level of his concern that it wasn’t going to be good. Standing next to him was Renee, tears streaming down her face, Ambrose’s arm around her waist. “What happened? Where is she?” I continued to rattle off, coming closer and becoming anxious.
Renee’s broken and distraught voice began to retell what she had seen as she grabbed a hold of Dean’s hand for comfort. “I was coming out of the girls locker room and I heard these noises… It sounded–so I just–and I saw–” Dean rubbed a hand across her back trying to calm her down.
“Babe, it’s alright, just breathe..” He whispered in her ear. Their relationship, their closeness, their love made me long for the one I had given up. I had been so stupid to walk away from her and now she was paying the price.
Within minutes Renee had taken us to where she had last seen them and the altercation that had taken place this time. She had hid behind a production crate long enough to know she needed help. Renee stopped just short of a long hallway, afraid to see what condition her best friend had been left in.
“Just around there…” She sobbed, wiping more tears from her eyes as Dean kissed her cheek and softly told her everything would be alright.
My heart pounded in my ears as I hurriedly turned the corner and saw her small frame lying face down against the cold cement floor of the arena. As soon as I could reach her I fell to my knees in a heap. My hands were shaking, afraid to touch her. Every time this happened I blamed myself a little bit more. It was all my fault and I knew it.
I could feel Ambrose standing just above me, watching closely as I brushed her long dark hair out of her face. My blood boiled and my heart broke simultaneously when I saw what he’d done to her this time. I can’t keep letting this happen. He’s going to end up killing her.
“That motherfucker..” Dean hissed, seeing it too. I gently rubbed a hand down her back. “Is she…?” His voice trailed with the question and I shook my head as I tried to roll her over as carefully as I could. The feel of her skin sent electricity through my veins just like it had always done.
“She’s breathing, but unconscious. That bastard choked her out, look at her neck…” I studied the bruises on her face, the gash in her lip and the newer markings he had left on her. I vowed right then and there that this would be the last time that Randy Orton ever touched her.
I picked her up in my arms, raising to my feet. I asked Ambrose to grab our bags from the locker room. I wanted to get her out of here as soon as possible before Orton had a chance to come back and look for her. Renee promised to meet us in the garage with her bags as well.
Once in the rental car, Ambrose drove as I sat in the backseat with her head in my lap. Looking down on her I continually checked her pulse, my fingertips running through her hair. She was the missing piece to my heart. But yet, I had done this. I had driven her into the arms of a man that continually assaulted her. He abused her and used her whenever he felt the need… What the fuck is wrong with me? What have I done?
I tried to stay as calm as possible, she needed me now more than ever and I’m not about to let her down a second time. I know now that I was wrong, I never should have left. I need her just as much, I can’t do this anymore. I am still very much in love with her. I won’t let him take away the only person I’ve ever really cared for…
But I will handle Orton later.
I walked out of the bathroom with a cool compress in my hand. I took a seat on the edge of the bed that I had tucked her into. She had started to stir not too long after we had gotten back to my hotel room but had yet to fully wake up.
Gently I pressed the folded washcloth to her forehead, mindful of her bruised cheek. As I wiped away the dried blood from the split in her lip her leg moved under the covers behind my back and I heard a slight whimper.
“Babe.. Come on.. It’s Roman, wake up for me baby girl.” I passed the cool cloth across her forehead again as I tried to coax her back to me. I watched her jerk again, her eyes fluttering open in a panic.
“Get off me Randy, get off! I told you no! Don’t touch me!” Her voice was hoarse as she tried to fight away her nightmare. I threw the towel to the bedside table as I took her hands in mine.
“Calm down, just calm down. You’re safe sweet pea, I promise.” She slowed her movements when she finally realized who I was and it wasn’t a dream. Her eyes instantly filled with tears and I could tell she was embarrassed. She quickly turned her head away from me to let out a guttural sob.
“He’s never going to touch you again.” I held onto her shaky hands, squeezing them gently. I tried to keep my breathing in an even rhythm to try to stay calm, for her sake. “I can promise you that.”
“You don’t know what he’s capable of, Ro…” She whispered and I felt her start to squeeze my hand back but she still refused to look at me. I could see the tears sliding off her face and onto the pillow.
“This has to stop. I can’t stand by and watch you suffer anymore. I’m going to end up killing that prick for what he’s done to you. The rage I feel inside is already unbearable. You’re not his toy, you’re not some whore that he can use whenever he wants it. This stops tonight. I can’t just sit by and watch him destroy the person I love anymore…”
Her eyes snapped shut, upon hearing my admission. Another sob escaped her, her body started to shake more violently as she continued to cry. Her grip on my hand tightened and my chest tightened with it. I couldn’t do this anymore. I had to stop pretending. I’m never going to be okay without her.
“Ro… Lay with me. Please. Hold me.” Her voice broke me again, her whimper, her sobs. I moved in to lay next to her, pulling her into my arms as carefully as I could unsure as to how much damage Orton had actually done to her. She pressed her face into my chest, her hands gripping my t-shirt so hard her knuckles turning a bitter shade of white.
“I’ve never stopped loving you…” I whispered into her hair before I pressed my lips against her temple. I could feel her body trembling. “I’m sorry for the way I acted. I’m sorry I tried to push you away because I was afraid.”
She pulled back a little, looking up at me through glassy brown eyes. The same eyes that made my whole body respond to her every time she looked at me. I brought my hand to her face, gently wiping away her tears with the pad of my thumb.
“Why?” She asked slowly, trying to calm herself down. “Why did you leave me that night?” My heart shattered into a million pieces but she had every right to know why I had ran away from her. Even though I knew I lacked a good enough reason.
“I started to realize how deep we were getting. It scared me, the way I feel about you still terrifies me. I’ve let this consume me, I haven’t gone a day without thinking about you–without missing you.” I paused, holding her a little tighter than before, trying hard not to get emotional myself.
“I wanted you to move in with me, I had planned on asking you that night. I wanted to get a new place, just for us. I had even looked at a oceanfront townhouse in Pensacola.” Her eyes got a little wider and I could tell she wasn’t expecting that. I brushed her hair away from her. My eyes trying to ignore all the bruising on her face.
“I would have accepted..” She whispered, her face moving back to press against my chest. I knew she was getting emotional again and didn’t want me to see it. I sighed heavily, rubbing my hand up and down her back gently as I thought about what to say next.
“I can’t apologize enough for being a coward, for leaving you the way I did. I suddenly felt overwhelmed, not only by how I felt about you but how much I wanted to make you a premenant fixture in my life. I’ve never felt that way about anyone before. All that bullshit I told you that night was a lie. It’s not that I didn’t want to settle down, that I wasn’t ready for a commitment–I wanted it all and more but I let my fear of the unknown control me. I didn’t know if I was going to be able to be the man you needed me to be…”
I paused as she shifted in my arms. We laid there together face to face against the pillows. She reached up to cup my cheek in her palm, I instinctively nuzzled into it closing my eyes as I breathed her in. I missed her touch so damn much.
“You will always be the man for me…” I grimaced, opening my eyes to see another tear slip down her cheek.
“I feel like I’m the one that pushed you into all this shit with Orton. I should have said something sooner, I should have stopped it. He’s hurt you over and over and I wasn’t there to protect you. You always came to me but I wasn’t there when you needed me the most. I’d never be able to live with myself if something happened to you, baby. I’m so sorry… For everything. Please, please forgive me.”
I leaned my forehead against hers as she started to cry again. Her hand never left my face, the opposite pressed against my chest over my heart. As much as I hurt and hated to see her cry, I let her get it out. I knew I deserved to see how much pain and hurt I had put her through. I just held her, staying close, not saying another word. A few minutes passed before she broke the silence.
“Ro… At first he was just a way for me to cope with losing you…” She took a deep breath in, trying to regain what little composure she could at this point. “It’s been almost four months since that last night with you… And I’ve lost count how many times he’s hit me. He uses me for sex when he wants it, for as long as it takes for him to be satisfied. And every time I would pretend I was somewhere else, somewhere with you…”
“I’m so sorry baby girl. I just can’t say it enough. It could never make up for being such an idiot and walking away from the best thing that ever happened to me…” My voice betrayed me, for as much rage as I felt in my gut for Randy Orton right now, I felt more heartbreak for her, for finally coming face to face with what I’ve done.
“I love you, I have loved you and I will always love you. Please stay with me, I don’t deserve you or your forgiveness but I want to be us again… I don’t want you anywhere near that son of a bitch ever again. I want you right here, with me, by my side, where you belong.”
I took a chance, my body reacting to the moment as my lips gently pressed against hers. For as much as I ached for her and wanted ravage her, I knew she physically couldn’t handle it. I could feel her lean further into the kiss but still taking it easy, mindful of the split in her bottom lip. My hand rested at the back of her neck, holding her as close to me as I could get her.