#i just wanna sit in his car and tell him how stressed i've been with college and my mental health

[20nugs]

Oblivious (Chris Sturniolo)

Spin off of: Tone Deaf by @d0wnt0wnstu4n1ol0

a/n: yes, I got permission for this🤓

summary: request

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I sit on the triplet's couch, watching TV. I check the time. 10:00 PM, the clock reads. A whole hour after Chris usually gets home from a meeting. I sigh and tap my foot, hoping he's alright. He hasn't answered my texts, but I've heard from Nick that this meeting is particularly long and heavy.

My eyes light up as I hear the door being unlocked and shoved open. Chris enters first, his hair unruly as ever and head tilted down. A sharp scowl overtakes his usually laid-back features.

"Hey baby, how was it?" I ask, standing up and smiling. My brow furrows and a frown tugs at my lips as instead of pulling me into a hug like he always does, Chris walks swiftly past me without even sparing me a glance. Concerned, I try to follow him, only to be tugged back by a hand on my wrist. I turn to see Nick, holding me back.

"Give him some space," he says quietly. "He's stressed out, we all are." He releases my wrist with a sigh.

"Oh," I mumble, plopping back down on their couch. Nick follows my action and rubs his face with his hands. He lets his hands fall and turns to me with a tired smile.

"What do you want to watch?"

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It's been around two hours since Chris ignored me at the door, and I've been watching TV with Nick the whole time, Matt opting to go to his room like Chris did. Now, Nick is asleep on the couch, his feet in my lap. I chew on my bottom lip as I check the time. 12:02 AM. I sigh and gently push Nick's feet off of me. I quietly creep my way up the stairs and stand in front of Chris's door. I see a dim light coming from the crack beneath it. I take a deep breath and slowly push open his door.

Chris sits at his desk, his head in one of his hands, a look of deep concentrated on his features as he stares at his computer, clicking away with his free hand. The computer is the only thing lighting up his room, straining on my eyes. I gently shut the door behind me.

"Hi Chris," I say softly, taking a few steps towards him. I stand there, playing with my fingers as I wait for his response.

"Hi," he says, his voice monotone and blunt. I chew on my lip, worried. He never acts like this, not even when he's angry.

"How... how was the meeting?" I ask quietly. I inch closer to him reaching out a hand to rest on his back. He doesn't look at me, his stare still focused on his computer. It looks like he's working on his videos and deals.

"Fine," he answers. His voice is monotone still, with an edge to it. I can tell that if I say anything else it'll annoy him. But I continue anyways.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" I ask, my eyebrows pinched together.

"Oh my God, are you fucking oblivious?" He asks angrily, standing from his desk chair. "Obviously I don't want to talk right now, just leave me the fuck alone!"

Hurt contorts my features as I stare back at him. I watch his face drop from the angry expression he had before to a look of realization and panic.

"Wait baby, I didn't mean that-" he starts reaching out to grab my hand, but I ignore him as he ignored me before and push past him, tears brimming at my eyes as I slam his door behind me and jog down the stairs. I can hear a distant 'fuck' from his room, and his door opening. I rush past Nick in the living room and open their front door. Nick is sat up, his sleepiness still evident on his face.

"What hap-" I hear Nick begin speaking but before he can answer I slam their front door behind me and get in my car, backing out of their driveway and flooring the gas to get back to my own house.

Speeding through the neighborhood, I pull over for a moment to wipe the tears from my eyes that are blurring my eyesight. I softly drop my head onto my steering wheel as I cry. Chris never snaps at me, never. I finally sit up and wipe the tears from my eyes and resume driving. I stop for gas on the way home, but as soon as I pull up to my driveway, I know I'm not alone.

I squint at my house. I didn't leave any lights on, so why is my living room window lit up?

My heart pounds as I clutch at the pepper spray in my purse, gently closing my car door. I make my way up to my front door and hold out my pepper spray as I quietly open my door. I let out a silent breath of relief as I see that it's only Chris inside, sitting at my dinner table, seemingly distressed. My relief is short-lived as I remember the events of only around an hour ago. Just as I'm about to leave, Chris notices me. "Wait," he calls out, his voice hoarse. "Please, don't go." There's a quiver in his voice that causes me to hesitate long enough for him to grab my wrist, preventing me from leaving. "Please," he whispers. "I'm so sorry... I shouldn't have snapped at you. It was wrong, and I feel awful."

I finally meet his eyes for the first time today, noticing how bloodshot they are and the dark circles beneath them. A flood of concern and empathy for him fills my body, but there's still hurt and anger. "You yelled and cussed at me," I mumble, looking away from him. In the corner of my eye I see his shoulders droop and his head lower. I take a deep breath. "But you were also stressed," I continue, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek delicately, "and I forgive you." He smiles softly and leans into my touch, pressing a kiss to my palm. He pulls me in for a passionate kiss, conveying his emotions through it. He breaks it to squish me against him in a warm embrace, burying his face into my hair.

"Can I sleep here tonight?" He asks quietly.

"Of course you can," I whisper, leading him into my bedroom and towards my bed. We both flop down and I cuddle up against him, feeling his smile against my forehead.

"I love you," he mumbles sleepily, tightening his arms around me. I smile and press a kiss to his cheek.

"I love you too," I whisper as we slowly drift off to sleep.

#chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo x reader #angst with a happy ending #light angst #matt sturniolo

[aswho1estuff]

I'm the baddest series

Series overview: A early 2000s rapper gets involved with a man that's notorious on the street.

Ep 2. "A boot?"

Ep 2. Overview: Trina and Antonio meet for the 2nd time

Masterlist

"Hey babe why your car got a big shoe on? I tried to call the tow truck but they acting kinda scared, you think it's them people?" "whatcha you mean my car got a boot how he find it?, we bouta go find him put yo shoes on" I tell Britney reaching for my purse "alright call me when you pull up" she responds ending the call.

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"you wanna pick up yo jewelry while we right here, help you not pull a joker on this man" Britney says trying to lighten the mood "I'd laugh but I don't know that joke hoe" I say flatly "he slams his eye into a pencil on the table" she explains back just as flat making me laugh "you dumbass, thanks for the idea".

"Your staff came and paid for your diamonds in full, did you not get a message?" The owner asks me starting to panic. "Ohh I did don't worry, they sent one earlier this morning so I'll see them thank you" I respond, a boot straight to my shit was the message. "They left a card with me" the owner hands me it "thanks, and next time don't give em nothing call me cause they ain't do they job right".

you got something I want and you know I've got yours, come see me - Antonio

(XXX)XXX-XXXX

6737 Cesar Ave

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Getting in the elevator with Britney I push the top floor. "What's the game plan?" Britney asks "cuss him out" I respond obviously. Britney giggles "period, alright" she tells me holding the elevator.

Walking to the receptionist desk "hello....hello...Hello?" I repeat raising my voice every time I know she ignoring me. Walking towards the two main doors she runs to stand infont of me "you can't do that" she's rushes out "ain't seem like you was gone help us so" I'm already irritated.

"I'm Trina" I say motioning to her lil clip board. "Don't I know you from somewhere.." where you going with this girl "...oh right Little Miss rapper-" that's where the hoe was going "-Little Miss Im worth more than your house, and I'm finna be little miss fuck you up if you don't move".

"I was wondering why there was so much commotion out here, you must be Trina" his friend from before says walking in "how you - nevermind can I talk to him" I ask someone who seems more incharge than her.

"of course, he's been waiting on you" he opens the door for me and as it close I hear a faint "and you must be Britney, beautiful" attacks from all sides is all I can think.

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why my car got a boot?" I ask furious " Just want my car" he looks up from his computer motioning to a seat but I remain standing "you need to wanna focus that energy on yo little girlfriend give her some boots so she stop rocking them shoes my grandma don't even wear those" he laughs "who are you talking about?, I don't have a girlfriend" "who got the ugliest shoes on this floor" I montion towards the door.

"you jealous?" He says smiling, pissing me off more "man I don't even know you" I say sitting down now tired from all the run around I'm getting. "Do you want to?" You thought you was smooth "fix my boot" I respond flatly. "Listen pretty girl I need the car" "for what" " look it's my mama car and.. she has some thing in there for me but I gotta tear the car apart" ...."just have it, here damn" I fish the key out my purse.

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"I've got things to do call my people and send my jewelry off, okay" "what?" "What" "what you got planned?" "Damn you in my business, nail appointment" I respond flashing my nails.

"I'll join" "don't talk to me about no damn car when we get in here I'm already stressed" " likewise so nothing about that jewelry" "oh you think you cute huh?"

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"Since yo friend stole Britney which ones do you think I should get?" I ask breaking the silence showing him the pictures "Think the pink ones look good on you" good choice. "What are you gonna get?" I ask out of habit "Just a clean up really" "predictable" I respond without thinking "think you cute, yeah?" Oh wow "Why you stealing my shit?".

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"what's this about a nail appointment I hear?" Tony asks "grow up tony" laughing I hang my jacket up. "She's a pretty lady, so is her friend" tony adds on and he isn't wrong Trina's alluring one of the reasons I didn't do business with her like other 'clients'.

<- ep 1. ep 3. ->

#x black reader #black reader x #black reader #mafia aesthetic #mafia romance #mafia au #enemies to lovers #I'm the baddest series

[angelinaheartshapedbox]

A Slapshot To The Heart

eren yeager x gn!reader <3

college au/smau. hockey player eren<333. musician/dancer reader.

summary: y/n l/n is a sophomore at paradis university with a scholarship in music. while taking a necessary technology course to complete their major, they meet the infamous hockey player, eren jeager. y/n does their best to avoid him, but their efforts fail as they continue to run into him everywhere. they soon find that eren isn't the douche bag every depicts him as, and grows very fond of his company.

WARNINGS: swearing, lower case intended, reader uses they/them pronouns, reader is attracted to all genders, eren is a huge himbo dork, any major trigger warnings will be given before each chapter.

this series is entirely sfw. mild suggestive themes, but nothing explicit.

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chapter nine!

"i enjoy everything about you."

wordcount: 878

chapter cws: reader gets called pretty.

i start freaking the fuck out the morning i'm supposed to see eren. i have to leave at 8:00am to make it to see eren, and to class. i'm fully dressed and ready by 7:55, but i start getting nervous.

everyone else is just barely waking up as i leave. i wave goodbye to them, even jean. no matter how mad i am at him i still want him to know that i care.

the drive there is stressful too. i'm gripping the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turn white. when i see eren's car parked outside the coffee shop, my heart starts beating like a motherfucker.

he's sitting at a table when i walk in, i wave and he smiles. he stands up as i get closer.

"hi" he wraps me in a hug.

"hey" i hug him back.

we awkwardly pull away and sit in our seats. he says he already ordered for me, he asked mikasa for my order. we went quiet.

"i hate this," i mumble, drawing little stars on the table with my fingertips.

"hate what?" he asks.

"this weird, awkward thing that's happening between us. we had a good thing going, and now it's ruined."

eren shook his head, "nah, it's not ruined. we just have to talk, you know, what we came here to do."

"right," i laugh, "so, we kissed."

"it was great."

"amazing."

"perfect."

my nerves calm as the word leaves his lips. he wears the sweetest grin on his face, and i can feel my cheeks getting warm.

"alright, well, we both enjoyed the kiss" i start.

"i enjoy everything about you," he tells me.

i can't help but smile at him. he's so perfect. this going to be so hard.

"i really like you, eren. like, holy shit. i have never felt like this before, i've been with other people, but you're just perfect."

he sighs, "i sense a 'but'."

"but…" i hiss, "before i go any further with you, which i wanna do so bad, i think i need to work things are with jean."

the barista places our drink on the table.

"so it's like you need his consent before i can be your boyfriend?" eren knits his brows together, making his infamous eren face. a face he'd never really made directly because of me.

"no, oh god, no! i'd just… prefer that he understands that he's gonna have to play nice if he wants me to be happy," i pause to look at him closely, "and so will you."

he grumbles something unintelligible as he takes a sip of his coffee.

"what was that?"

he takes a deep breath, "fine."

the rest of our breakfast is spent talking about more normal things. classes, my music, his hockey stuff. it's so comforting to know how he feels about me.

"hey, um, our first game is coming up on friday" eren informs me.

"oh?" i tilt my head as if jean hasn't been talking about it for weeks. eren just looks so excited, i don't want to steal his thunder.

he nods, "i'd really love it if you were there. if you need money for the tickets let me know and i'll take care of it."

"i'll be there" i beam.

his whole face lights up, his smile is wider than before. his foot tapping becomes rapid, "i don't want you to be there for the team. i want you to be there for me."

"and jean" i add, playfully.

he rolls his eye, "and jean."

it was monday, which meant i had tech with eren, so when we said goodbye it wasn't really goodbye. five minutes later we were walking to class together. we got in trouble the whole time for laughing and talking. he walked me to my music theory class with mikasa.

mikasa opened the door for me, "you and eren, huh?"

"hm? oh, no. it's not exactly like that" i tried to explain.

"not exactly?"

"it's complicated. for now."

"weirdos."

later at band practice, i try to explain to the girls what happened. they listen while we tune our instruments.

"so he's telling me how much he adores me, and how he wants to be with me-"

"please tell me you didn't break this poor boy's heart" sasha stops me.

"what? no, just listen-"

ymir speaks, "i don't even really like eren, but y/n you have to take him. he cares about you so much."

"i know! that's why i wanna be with him too!"

"oh, thank god" hitch puts a hand over her chest.

i look down at my guitar, "i told him that i cared about him too, and as soon as i straighten things out with jean we can move forward."

"what happened with jean?" historia asked.

i let out an exasperated sigh, "i just need him to know that he has to get along with eren if he wants me to be happy. same with eren."

"just make up with jean and be his partner already, god!" annie screams, "you guys are so good for each other! you even have me invested in this!"

i smile at annie's anger. she's not even this worked up about her own relationship. i have to make things right with jean before friday. shit, this'll be hard.

previous next

masterlist!

a/n: okay last chapter for now i'm going to sleep. thanks for readin'! <333

character info! sasha's currently making a y/n x eren ship account.

#college au eren #eren jeager x reader #eren jeager x gn!reader #eren yeager x reader #eren yeager x gn!reader #gn!reader #aot fanfiction #snk fanfiction #aot smau #aot #snk #smau

[bonesandthebees]

27, 12, and & 23 for writers ask game!

27. Who is the most stressful character you’ve ever written? Why?

Techno in clinic was SO stressful for me to write. I wrote clinic when I was still newish to writing dsmp fic, so I was still figuring out how to characterize everyone and I really had next to zero experience writing c!techno. as clinic got more popular I put so much pressure on myself to try and get my characterization at least somewhat accurate, so it was so stressful learning how to write techno as clinic blew up. I still get stressed writing techno, but I'm a lot more comfortable writing him than I was before

12. If a genie offered you three writing wishes, what would they be? Btw if you wish for more wishes the genie turns all your current WIPs into Lorem Ipsum, I don’t make the rules

writing wishes?? uhh I'm not sure what exactly constitutes a writing wish but I guess I'd wish to be able to quickly and easily finish the stars og rewrite manuscript, and then I'd wish to get a great publishing deal for it, and then uh... I dunno I'd wish for through a glass divine to get the sirentwt treatment because I'd love to see more fanart lmao

23. Describe the physical environment in which you write. Be as detailed as possible. Tell me what’s around you as you work. Paint me a picture.

well lately my writing environment has changed a lot because I'm in a very weird living situation?? I don't wanna go into detail explaining that mess so I'll just describe my desk in my room even though I haven't been able to write in there for over a month now lol

at night I'll often write at my desk, which is wood painted white with gold metal legs and a frame. my desk is right in front of a window that looks out onto a wide alley that a lot of people walk through, so on friday and saturday nights I can hear drunk groups of friends laughing and singing as they walk down below. I have an oversized computer monitor for a PC that doesn't work sitting next to me, along with a small TV screen that also doesn't work and we just haven't gotten around to getting rid of. The wall to my right is covered in orange and green sticky notes where I wrote a ton of worldbuilding details for the stars universe. I also have my books sitting below that, along anywhere between 6-10 rings that I just leave scattered on my desk so I can grab them when I'm going out. My bed is a bit behind me to my left, and I have a magnet board on the wall next to it covered in art prints I've gotten over years of going to cons and ordering art pieces online (including some fanart people have drawn for my fics!!). Also there's a fake plant sitting on my dresser which is also to the left of my desk, and it's melted a bit from sitting in my hot car in the dead of southern california summer for like a week straight but I love it anyway. also, my black and white great dane is almost always sleeping on the bed behind me. one time I got startled out of writing because he howled in his sleep and woke himself up

writing ask game!

#ask game #anon

[mrs-bluemarine]

Hi this is my contribution to @oc-brain-dump-of-jack 's New Year's kiss Collab :) thank you for letting me join in on the fun <3 ft. my new favorite modern au with Jodiemore delicious

Blinded by the Lights

Everyone and their spouse was invited to the CEO's New Years Eve party. The room was full to the brim with people feeling the holiday spirit. Jodie was one of them. After that carpool with her brother and fiancé, with that tension between the two of them thick enough to cut with a knife, she deserved a little drink. Except... Where was Blackmore? Franz was sitting in the corner, chatting with Diego but Jodie's fiancé wasn't anywhere to be seen. Not even Valentine could tell her where he went... She felt the sinking feeling that a certain coworker would, though.

Mike was already tipsy, holding on to an equally drunk Axl Ro while they both were dissolving into a fit of laughter after a bad joke. Axl was the first to notice Jodie standing over the two, and quickly sat up a little straighter. Mike O. caught on a little later.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite girly!" Axl giggled red in the face. "How's it hanging? See that boyfriend of yours anywhere? I've been dyin' to find out where you got that ring for 'im." Mike giggled more violently, doubling over and covering his face. Jodie wasn't humored.

"Cut the crap you two, I know you guys ran him off away from the party! Do you seriously have to tease him every chance you get?"

"Now, that ain't no fun. What's a party without some jokes?" Mike quipped up. "For real though, your man has been actin' weird since the party started. Is he sick? He went runnin' out the door before we could even bring you up."

"He was acting strange? He was fine back in the car..." Jodie cupped her chin in thought. "He could've had too much to drink, I'll find him and see if I can figure out what's wrong." After a thought, Jodie grabbed the water bottle sitting between the two men, not without a complaint from Mike. The seal was still closed, and there was some condensation, this would do. Without another word she skipped out of the brightly lit office. There wasn't many lights on in this part of the building, except for one amongst the sea of grey cubicles. With pure memory alone Jodie deduced it was coming from Blackmore's seat.

She silently made it over to find him at his desk, everything pushed to the side so he could rest his head on his arms. If he noticed his fianceé, he didn't act like it. He was tense, anxiety and stress clear in his posture. Jodie stole a chair from another cubicle so she could sit next to him, a gentle hand on his rigid back. "Is everything alright, Blackmore? I missed you in Mr. Valentine's office." She asked him softly.

His deep blue eyes looked away in shame. "'m sorry. Didn't mean to make you to worry."

"That's okay! I just wanted to make sure you weren't hurt." Jodie offered him the cold water bottle. Blackmore took it but didn't make a move to drink it yet. "You aren't, are you?"

"No..."

Jodie copied him, resting her head on an arm while still rubbing his back. "Please tell me. Was it Mike and Axl?" She asked. Before explaining, Blackmore sighed deeply.

"Everything was fine once we got here... I don't know what it was. The lights, all the noise, being cramped between those two with them in my face... It all came on to me so quick, I just wanted to get away from it all before I passed out in front of everyone." He sighed again, deep from his chest. How childish was it to be so overwhelmed by a party? But Blackmore knew Jodie understood. She knew him better than anyone else.

"Oh, Ritchie, I'm so sorry. Is there anything I can do for you? Would you like to leave?"

"Not... Not yet. I'll be fine now that I'm alone. I don't wanna leave so soon. We just got here, Funny would be crushed! Besides you.. you like these parties? Don't you?"

Jodie sat up to hold his face, making sure she could see him clearly while her thumbs soothed the skin of his cheeks. "Ritch, if I had to choose between your health and a party, you know damn well I'd choose you, every time. And I think Mr. Valentine and Mrs. Maggie would both agree." He was struck by her selflessness once again, if only for a moment.

"Jodie... Thank you for understanding me. 'm sorry I'm so..." She interrupted him with a kiss on his cheek. Blackmore gave her a soft smile, enjoying the feeling of her cool hand on his heated skin.

She looked to a clock on the wall. It was digital, in big red numbers it read a minute to midnight. In the distance she could hear the music was paused and the excited murmur of the others waiting for the final count down. No one followed her out to find Blackmore, that left them both alone in the dark maze of cubicles. "It's not too late. Before we leave could we...kiss, once the countdown finishes? If that's okay with you?"

With wide eyes, and suddenly much more anxious, he sat up as stiff as a pole. "Well, since no one's around, and it's the least we can do tonight... I'd like that. A lot, actually."

They both waited with bated breath, hands clasped together as they leaned forward. The countdown started soon, everyone chanting in unison, beginning at ten, and slowly making it down. The waiting was painful as they closed the gap between them, noses pressing into one another and their eyes closing. It became unbearable. At the cheer of one their lips already crashed together in a sweet lock. Blackmore sighed in bliss against her mouth, pulling her closer to feel her heartbeat next to his. The cheers in Valentine's office became a hazy hum as they parted, looking deeply into each other's eyes, smiling in contempt.

"I...love you." Jodie's giggle fell on his ear sweetly.

"I love you too, Ritchie. Happy new year, dear." And she sealed the memory with a delightful kiss on his nose.

#YEAAAAHHH #writing collab #💜 / love her madly #selfship community #fics

[hlvrfreakyfriday]

HLVRFF: Chapter 10

The silence from the car ride lingered well into the evening after Gordon and Benry returned home. Benry pretty much made a B-line to his room and stayed there, though thankfully he left his door open, allowing Gordon to see he’s still there with just a glance as he passes by.

And just a glance is really the only look he’s been able to give Benry. He’s still been busy trying to process all this new information he’s gotten about the entity. The friendship thing, the lab rat thing, the… mind control for shits and giggles thing. Gordon’s not especially fond of that last part, or the fact that he’s been kept in the dark about it this whole time. Why’d Benry fess up to Tommy, but not him, huh?

…Probably because Tommy’s never told Benry how he hates him multiple times. Or how he wished he was dead just as often. Or shot him right in the face simply for being annoying. Or… yeah.

Gordon… can’t really say he blames him for being afraid to tell him. Knowing what he does now, it makes sense that the entity would be hesitant to share anything that’d make Gordon hate him more than he already does.

Well. More than he did, anyway.

As much and as often as Benry still pisses him off, Gordon honestly can’t say he hates the guy. Not like he did in Black Mesa. Hell, not even like he did four months ago when Benry came back from his Xen death. Like, yeah, he’s still not over all the things Benry did back then, and it'll probably be a long time before he will be, sure. But Benry’s not the only one who stressed out or traumatized Gordon back in Black Mesa. Aside from the weird skeleton ghost and ‘final boss’ stuff, Benry didn’t do anything that the rest of the Science Team didn’t also do at least once during their journey.

Gordon doesn’t still hate any of the others for things they did… and he doesn’t still hate Benry.

He wonders if Benry actually knows that. He should probably tell him.

He goes to Benry’s room to do just that. When he comes to stand in the room's doorway, he finds the entity exactly where he’s been since they got back home a couple hours ago- lying on the bed, hands folded over his borrowed middle, staring up at the ceiling, expression unreadable. He’s yet to even notice Gordon standing there.

That’s. A little concerning, Gordon’s not gonna lie. But then maybe Benry’s just still reeling from his recent near-permadeath experience. His very first one, come to think. Which is definitely something that could fuck a guy up.

Gordon gently knocks on the door frame, followed by a soft ‘hey' to get the other's attention. Benry finally notices him, glancing over at Gordon briefly before looking back up at the ceiling, and giving just a little hum of acknowledgement.

And then neither of them say anything. For like, a minute. Which feels insanely awkward.

They both end up trying to break the silence at once, both their words being unintelligible under the other’s. “Uh, you go first,” Gordon offers.

“i'm gonna move out. when we’re back to normal,” Benry states, still staring up at ceiling as he speaks. “i've been really good the whole time i've been here- uh, not counting this body swap shit since it was a total accident- so tommy's pops would probably let me live by myself now.”

“What?” Gordon can’t help but blurt out. Where the hell did THIS come from? “Why do you want to move out?”

Benry frowns. “because. y'know. it'd be uh, better if i did. better for… you,” he says, his borrowed voice quieting on those last few words.

Oh. “Benry…” Gordon starts, but is interrupted by Benry, the entity sitting up and shaking his head at Gordon.

“no man, look, okay, i know you’re gonna be like ‘nooo dude you don’t have to leave it’s okaaaay' ‘cause you wanna be all hero niceman and shit, but- but it’s NOT okay. i fucked up. i fucked YOU up. i fucked you up so much you still have fuckin' death nightmares about me. and, and i shouldn’t be here. me being here is just making things hard for you, having to- to live with the guy that scarred you for life. like- like how messed up is that? i never thought about it before, but i- but now- and i- i don’t wanna do that to you- i've already done so much bad, i don’t wanna do anymore- i never wanted to do any in the fff- th' first place, but i was- but i'm- and you hate me, and i- and i can’t- fuck,” Benry cuts off his own rambling, burying his face in his hands, fingers slipping up under borrowed glasses.

As he was speaking, Benry’s voice had started to waver more and more, until he apparently couldn’t keep it together any longer. Gordon frowns as the entity struggles to not full-on sob, unsure of what to do himself. He’s never seen anywhere near this amount of emotion from Benry, and it’s jarring, to say the least.

But, no… he has seen Benry get super emotional before, hasn’t he? Just not in this familiar human way. All those times Benry sang out those long trails of Sweet Voice, that was him being emotional. Between Benry’s often neutral face and Gordon’s lack of understanding of the Sweet Voice and its meanings, he never really made the connection before...

Being in Benry’s body now, though, he knows exactly what all those colourful lights meant. He knows just how emotional Benry really is, and he knows that this isn’t the first time he’s expressed feeling such guilt over his actions in Black Mesa, or how much Gordon’s disdain for him really affects him.

And with what he’s seeing here, now, it’s even more obvious that Benry feels such; that he’s not just indifferent and uncaring about everything like Gordon had always thought. Stuck in Gordon’s body, Benry has no Sweet Voice, and his emotions are forced to come out in the form of harsh, uneven breaths, barely held-back tears, and a face covered in looks of anguish and regret. Benry cares, a lot, and Gordon finally knows how he feels.

...He also has an idea how to let Benry know how he feels.

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Benry couldn’t stop himself as the words just spilled out of him.

Couldn’t stop himself as the tears started spilling, either.

He’d kept all these emotions bottled up for so long, unable to sing them out like normal, they’re finally forcing their way out as he uncontrollably starts to sob. He hasn’t had a breakdown like this since he was a little kid, and he hates it.

Especially since he’s pretty sure it’s making him look like a selfish asshole right now. Like, why the hell should HE be the one crying? Gordon’s the one with the fuckin’ trauma and shit! Which Benry can be blamed for like, at least 80 percent of! He has no right to be sad over the man he hurt so badly hating him. Gordon has every right to keep hating him, and to never forgive him, and to never see him again. And Benry KNOWS that, he understands that! So he needs to stop. Fucking. CRYING. Stop it. Stop crying. STOP-

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He stops crying, but not because he willed himself to.

He stops crying because Gordon’s singing at him. In colour.

An intense fiery orange to a deep moody blue, accompanied by a steady low tone.

When Gordon stops, he gives Benry an expectant yet nervous look, like he’s hoping Benry understands what that meant.

He does.

‘I don’t hate you.’

He looks to Gordon, and then back to the Sweet Voice.

Benry can’t believe it. He knows Gordon means it; Sweet Voice doesn’t lie. But he still can’t believe it.

They sit there in silence, Benry staring at the lingering lights, Gordon staring at Benry.

Eventually, Gordon breaks the silence again. “You don’t have to leave.”

“whuh?” Benry says, looking back to Gordon. “but… but all the stuff that i…“ he starts to say, but trails off when Gordon comes to sit on the edge of the bed, next to him.

“Look,” Gordon starts, “it’s true that you’ve done… some really awful things. And it’s also true that it’s gonna be a while before I can heal from all that, if I ever do- that’s just how trauma is.” He pauses, and Benry frowns, until Gordon then places a hand on Benry’s arm. “But that doesn’t necessarily mean that I still hate you. And… I don’t.”

Benry just blinks in continued confusion, causing lingering tears to run down his borrowed cheeks. “but, that… doesn’t make any sense.”

Gordon briefly looks away, humming in thought for a moment. “Well, do you still hate me for all the things I did to you in Black Mesa?” he then asks.

“no, no, of course not,” Benry quickly answers. And it’s true, he doesn’t hate Gordon. Never did, really. Benry may have been really mad at him at times, but he never could say he straight-up hated him.

Gordon gives a satisfied nod at Benry’s answer. “Well there you go.”

Benry gets the point Gordon is trying to make, but… “…but, that’s different. i deserved all that.”

And now Gordon’s frowning, and giving Benry’s arm a gentle squeeze. “Dude, no, you didn’t. Like, okay, maybe in Xen, when you were acting like you legitimately wanted to kill me and the guys, but all through Black Mesa? I never should’ve hit you and shot you like that. Especially not when the only thing you were doing was just saying stupid shit.”

“but i got your hand cut off.”

“Yeah, and so did Bubby, but I never shot him in the face or anything.”

“bubby didn’t keep making shitty ‘jokes’ and getting you in worse danger by never helping…”

Gordon doesn’t seem to have an immediate response to that, shutting up and looking away. A moment of uncomfortable silence passes before Gordon speaks up again.

“Why didn’t you help? Why did you do any of the things you did in Black Mesa? I mean, you clearly regret it all, so, why…?” Gordon asks, looking back at Benry again.

Benry’s admittedly caught a little off-guard by that. He... never did really explain himself to Gordon, did he? It never really came up before. Gordon never asked. Benry never bothered trying to explain unprompted. Never wanted to try and explain. Trying to explain things is hard enough, even more when you’re scared about how the other person will react.

No more putting it off now, though, looks like.

Benry tries to quell his anxiety by just thinking about the ‘I don’t hate you’ orange and blue Gordon sang at him just a bit ago. He doesn’t look at Gordon as he begins to speak.

“i... i didn’t know how. serious it all was. didn’t know how dangerous it all was. didn’t know how fragile you are. didn’t know... how scared you were. i thought you were just being mad, didn’t get you were lashing out ‘cause you were scared. tried making jokes n’ stuff to lighten the mood, and you laughed sometimes, but then other times you’d just get mad and yell at me. i didn’t understand why, so i just got mad right back at you. especially there at the end, when i was all big and ‘evil boss’-y. but i never- never really wanted to hurt you. definitely never wanted to kill you. it was just...” a brief pause, Benry grimacing at himself, “...a prank.”

There’s a beat of silence, and then Gordon asks, “Was the betrayal because of you being mad at me, too?”

Benry shakes his head. “no. well, kinda. i mean, i was a lil’ mad then- that's why i was all ‘ohhhh you fucked up haa haaaa’ when you were first gettin’ jumped. but that’s not why- i didn’t help them catch you ‘cause i wanted them to hurt you bad. i thought they were gonna, like, just rough you up a little bit and then take you away for interrogation. get you outta black mesa faster. then the rest of us could get out faster, too, with no boot boys to deal with, and then we’d all go on a big ‘free freeman’ rescue mission to get you. they never said anything about chopping your hand off… that was fucked up.

“…but, i didn’t realize how fucked up it was until tommy told me later. i thought humans could regrow body parts. thought uh, thought i saw a guard grow his fingers back once, but it was just a different guy who looked the same. felt… really bad when i realized i helped you get perma-fucked up. i was gonna apologize, for that and for all the dumb shitty jokes i made about your arm, but then you got the gun hand…”

 “...And me using the gun hand to take out my stress on you so much just made you angry with me,” Gordon correctly guesses. Benry nods, still not looking at Gordon as he fidgets with his borrowed hands. Like back in town, he’s afraid to see whatever look Gordon is giving him. Tears start to well up in his borrowed eyes again as his thoughts start spiraling down into negative territory, the phrase ‘oh you fucked up! oh you fucked up!’ chanting in his head.

But then Gordon says his name, so softly, and when Benry looks at him again, the look on his face… there’s no kind of anger or hate in it.

“…Do you want a hug?” Gordon then asks, tentatively.

A pitiful sound escapes Benry as he nods, and he practically dives into Gordon’s arms as soon as the other man opens them for the hug. He buries his borrowed face in Gordon’s shoulder, sobbing again, while Gordon says nothing and just holds him tight all through it. Eventually, Benry’s crying settles down into just soft whimpers, and he feels like he can make himself say words again without choking on them. “’m sorry,” he quietly utters.

“I’m sorry, too,” Gordon responds, which gets a confused sound from Benry. “For how shitty I treated you, in Black Mesa,” he clarifies.

Benry still doesn’t get why Gordon’s apologizing. “you were all scared and freaked out, though. weren’t thinking right.”

“Still no excuse for taking out all my stress on you,” Gordon says, “And it also doesn’t mean that I still don’t have to apologize for hurting you. So, I’m sorry.”

Not really knowing what to say to that, Benry just gives a small hum in acknowledgement.

And then Gordon adds on, “…I’m sorry for completely forgetting about you, too.”

“huh?” Benry says, confused. what does he mean by...?

“Last night, my Ma- she sent me a photo of a drawing I did as a kid. It was of me, standing by a mud puddle, and… a black-haired monster kid surrounded by colourful floating balls. Which is very clearly… you,” Gordon explains. He pauses a moment before continuing. “I’m sorry I forgot all about you, and accused you of making shit up when you tried to tell me we were friends. And I’m also sorry for… being such a dick to you when you finally got to see me again. Even if I didn’t recognize you, and was running late for work, I really shouldn’t have acted like that.”

Another pause, and then, “I’d really like to be closer friends again. I don’t want you to leave.”

Benry feels like he’s gonna start sobbing again, which he doesn’t want to, so he buries his face back in Gordon’s shoulder again, in an attempt to keep the tears at bay. It doesn’t really work.

But at least they’re not ‘regret’ and ‘self-loathing’ tears this time.

#half life vr but it's freaky friday #fic repost

[judescomrade]

Songs and a little life.

My best friend and I are insane so we wrote this. Also it’s mostly Taylor Swift songs.

“Stay down” - Wasn't a fighter until somebody told me / I had better learn to lean into the punch / So it don't hurt as bad when they leave / There you were, turning your cheek - He doesn’t know this now, but in the years to come he will, again and again, test Harold’s claims of devotion, will throw himself against his promises to see how steadfast they are. He won’t even be conscious that he’s doing this. But he will do it anyway, because part of him will never believe Harold and Julia - At times he wondered if he was making the same mistake again. Was it better to trust or better to be wary? Could you have a real friendship if some part of you was always expecting betrayal?”

“Dark paradise”-And there's no remedy for memory / Your face is like a melody /It won't leave my head / Your soul is haunting me / And telling me that everything is fine / But I wish I was dead Have you all forgotten? he dares to ask.- Have you all forgotten him? Have you forgotten how much I need him? Have you forgotten how to be alive without him? Who can teach me, who can tell me what should I do?

“If I could fly”- If I could fly / I'd be coming right back home to you - “Te para tres” - Un sorbo de distracción / Buscando descifrarnos /No hay nada mejor, no hay nada mejor / Que casa - The best part about going away is coming home. Who said that? Not him, but it might as well have been, he thinks as he moves through the apartment…

“Soon you’ll get better” - Holy orange bottles, each night, I pray to you / Desperate people find faith, so now I pray to Jesus too - At night, he prayed to a god he didn’t believe in, and hadn’t for years: Help me, help me, help me, he pleaded.

“This is me trying” - Pulled the car off the road to the lookout / Could've followed my fears all the way down /And maybe I don't quite know what to say /But I'm here in your doorway/ I just wanted you to know that this is me trying /“This is me trying - But what Andy never understood about him was this: he was an optimist. Every month, every week, he chose to open his eyes, to live another day in the world. He did it when he was feeling so awful that sometimes the pain seemed to transport him to another state, one in which everything, even the past that he worked so hard to forget, seemed to fade into a gray watercolor wash. He did it when his memories crowded out all other thoughts, when it took real effort, real concentration, to tether himself to his current life, to keep himself from raging with despair and shame. He did it when he was so exhausted of trying, when being awake and alive demanded such energy that he had to lie in bed thinking of reasons to get up and try again,

“Gold rush” - Everybody wants you / Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you - Even Malcom noticed how women reacted around Willem.

“Cardigan” - But I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss / I knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs - All the most terrifying ifs involve people. All the good ones do as well.

“Body”- Cause I've grown tired of this body /A cumbersome and heavy body- Sometimes, all he has to do is sit up, and he will be reminded, as if slapped across the face, that his body owns him, not the other way around.

“You & I”- You and I , we don’t wanna be like them - They were inventing their own type of relationship.

“Photograph” - We keep this love in a photograph / we make these memories for ourselves/ where our eyes are never closing / hearts are never broken / and time’s forever frozen - He hadn’t needed to catalog his life after all—Willem had been doing it for him all along.

“It’s nice to have a friend”- You've been stressed out lately, yeah, me too /Something gave you the nerve / To touch my hand / It's nice to have a friend - At one point he leans against Willem’s side, from exhaustion and affection, but isn’t even aware he’s done so until he feels Willem move his arm and put it around him.

“Daylight” -I wanna be defined by the things that I love /Not the things I hate / Not the things I'm afraid of, I'm afraid of / Or the things that haunt me in the middle of the night / I, I just think that/ You are what you love - He will be someone who is defined, first and always, by what he is missing.

“Coney Island” -And when I got into the accident / The sight that flashed before me was your face - “No!” he shouts , or thinks he does, and then, in an instant, he sees a flash of Jude’s face.

“ ‘tis the damn season” - And wonder about the only soul / Who can tell which smiles I'm fakin' -He knows what Willem’s different smiles mean; when he is watching him being interviewed on television, he can always tell when he is smiling because he’s truly amused and when he is smiling to be polite.

“invisible string” - Time, curious time / Gave me no compasses, gave me no signs /Were there clues I didn't see? /And isn't it just so pretty to think /All along there was some /Invisible string /Tying you to me? - Wherever she went, wherever I went, there it would be, that shining twined string that stretched and pulled but never broke.

“So long”-So if we knew all along/ Why did it take so long? /We've known it since we were young / So why did it take so long? -But part of me wonders if it was always meant to be this way; I mean, I’ve dated and dated for decades now, and maybe the reason it’s never worked out is because it was never meant to, because I was supposed to be with him all along.

“Long story short” - And he's passing by / Rare as the glimmer of a comet in the sky /And he feels like home /If the shoe fits, walk in it everywhere you go- That night he reads in bed as he waits for Willem to come home, but falls asleep anyway and wakes to Willem’s hand on the side of his face. "You’re home," he says, and smiles at him, and Willem smiles back.

“Two slow dancers” - It would be a hundred times easier / If we were young again - We are so old, we have become young again.

"Long live" -the night you danced like you knew our lives would never be the same- For a while they moved slowly and clumsily, looking at each other, silent. "See?" Willem said, quietly. "You’re dancing."

“Afterglow”- this ultraviolet morning light below /tells me this love is worth the fight - But they would both keep trying, because they trusted the other, and because the other person was the only other person who ever be worth such hardships, such difficulties, such insecurities and exposure.

“marjorie” - I should've asked you questions / I should've asked you how to be / Asked you to write it down for me -But why had Willem cared about him so much? Why had he wanted to spend so much time around him? He had never been able to understand this, and now he never will.

“futile devices” - It's been a long, long time / Since I've memorized your face- He has known Willem for so long, has looked at his face so many times, that he is never able to see him anew: his face is better known to him than his own. He knows its every expression.

#a little life #hanya yanigahara #taylor swift #a little life book #music #song lyrics

[wyn-n-tonic]

Hello! I came by to say I just finished Book Lovers (per some previous recs you’ve given) and I am but a shell of a human now. I haven’t connect to a main character to deeply in a long while. And the banter was effortless and not forced. It was so perfect I’m gonna have a hard time moving past it. I borrowed it from my local library and I think I have to go buy it now.

Do you have any other recommendations? I read Hook, Line, and Sinker by Tessa Bailey (again because you recommended it) and thoroughly enjoyed it…I think your writing styles are so similar, but totally think you have an edge over her!

PS I still think about Frizzy on a regular basis

Hiii! Oh my god, I haven't read Book Lovers yet (I'm waiting on Ari) but everybody has told me, 'That's gonna be your favorite Emily Henry book.' Did you get the Target special edition with bonus content? Have you read her other books (People We Meet on Vacation, Beach Read). She also cowrote a book called Hello Girls. It's on my list!

Tessa is so amazing and the fact that you think I write similarly to her is such a compliment, holy shit. Thank you so much.

Some books on my bookshelf currently awaiting to be read or books that I've loved:

Forget Me Not by Karissa Kinword (Technically, I'm in the middle of reading this but I've been very stressed out that I can't quite focus and I feel so bad. But anyway... yeah, KRISS' BOOK!).

Part Of Your World by Abby Jimenez (on shelf)

Dating Dr. Dil by Nisha Sharma (on shelf)

You Had Me At Hola by Alexis Daria (I listened to the audiobook in the car and, at one point, had to turn the recording off so I could focus on driving, it was THAT HOT).

The Ex Hex by Erin Sterling (People think it's cheesy, I really loved it).

Anything by Talia Hibbert

The Bromance Book Club Series

Anything by Jasmine Guillory

Chloe Liese's Bergman Brother's Series

There's a load more on my GoodReads. My favorite book is Circe by Madeline Miller. That's not romance but it's perfect.

And I'm so glad you still think about Frizzy. Here's an excerpt of something I've written for the book. IDK if it'll make the final cut but I hope you like it!:

He finds her half a mile up the beach, cross legged on the jetty with her arms wrapped around herself.

“Hey.”

Turning towards him, she wipes her eyes. “Hey.”

“You wanna tell me what’s going on?”

She shrugs.

“Elizabeth,” he breathes out, perching himself on a flat rock in her line of sight. “That's not an answer, baby. What’s wrong?”

Crashing waves fill the silence as she takes deep breaths, looking everywhere but at him. Finally, quietly, she says, “this week has been hell.”

“I know.”

“No, Frankie, I don’t think you do. It’s easy to hide when Rob’s up in DC or Danny’s at the fire station every moment of his fucking life. It’s not easy here.” 

He nods. “I know.”

“But here, I’ve had to spend all week beside you without actually being beside you while my brothers rib you about the girl you’re seeing and then I sneak into your room at night and—“ 

“I know,” he tells her again. “Do you not think this is how I felt on your birthday, baby? I had to sit there at your dinner and answer your dad’s questions about how life is going and couldn’t even tell him that the best part of my life was his daughter. Do you think I don’t feel like shit this week too? Do you think I like trying to deflect Dan’s comments about the girl I’m seeing? This isn’t just hard on you, Elizabeth.” 

Sniffing, she stands, wiping her eyes on the back of her hand again. “Forget I said anything, Frankie, let’s just go.”

“Yeah, let’s go tell them right now.”

“Please don’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because”—she takes a deep breath, steadying her voice—“I don’t want their reaction to ruin your birthday.”

“Baby girl, come here,” he tells her, resting his hands on her hips as she comes to stand between his legs. “I don’t give a shit what they think.”

“Yeah, but I do and you don’t like it when I’m upset.”

Frankie huffs a laugh. “You're upset right now, baby.” 

#ask o #oh this was lovely #frizzy things

[spideerboy]

missing my weekly therapy session aka doing driving lessons for 2 hours and offloading my problems to my instructor while i attempt to drive. take away the stress of the road by stressing about accidently telling your instructor that thing that you swore to keep secret.

#my driving instructor is the best #Once a car was coming super fast at a roundabout and he just yelled train - quickest i've ever stopped #i also told him about my obsession with minecraft while we were driving #then when i was struggling to bay park (it makes me panic a bit) he just repeated said at me and it actually helped #all he knows about minecraft is that his stepson asked to play with him and its blocks #i love him so much #John i miss you #i just wanna sit in his car and tell him how stressed i've been with college and my mental health

[x0xqzra]

✐TRYING❦ - Kageyama Tobio x Fem Reader

TW: sexual topic, yelling, crying, pregnancy, blood, angst to fluff, my own version of timeskip kageyama (that means this may not be connected to the manga/anime plot)

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You and Tobio are married for 5 years, you are now 28 and Tobio 31

You and Tobio tried to have a baby by the time you are 24 but nothing really happens. You and Tobio visited so many doctors but they all say that nothing is wrong with you or Tobio

You guys try and try until one day the both of you just got tired

You're sad about it and it's hard for you to accept the fact that you probably not gonna be able to have your own child but you are always seem so calm about it

There are times Tobio gets mad at himself and just over work his body till he faints while you just sit there comforting him, praying and hoping that you'll somehow gonna get pregnant

It's been months since you both never talk about that topic again but that doesn't mean that you and Tobio are not active sexually

These past few weeks, you always feel nauseous, you pee almost every 10 minutes, you missed your period and your breasts are swollen

You immediately thought that you are pregnant but when you bought the pregnancy test and test it out, it turns out negative so you are left devastated

You think that maybe it's just because of the stress that you are feeling because of the pressure about wanting to get pregnant so everytime you feel that way you just drink a medicine and it usually lasts for 6 hours before you feel sick again

This night is one of the night where Tobio overwork himself, you got a text from Tobio saying that he'll come home late from work

It's currently 23:40 (11:40pm) but Tobio is not home yet, you pick up your car key and wear a jacket. After that you drove to Tobio's office

When you arrive at his office you're surprised to see no one in there as you are about to leave his co-worker calls you

"Wait! mrs. Kageyama!" a girl around 20 calls you

"uhh yeah?" you respond confuse

"ohh I'm Yazashi (my own character), are you looking for mr. Kageyama?"

"yes, I'm wondering why he isn't in his office, do you know where he is?"

"ahh, sir Hinata and sir Tsukishima came here and based on what I heard they went in a bar near the 5 star hotel"

You smile at the girl "thank you for telling me, I'm gonna go there now" you bow at each other as you said that

When you arrived at the bar, you smell a strong scent of alcohol and that makes you wanna throw up, after minutes of finding Tobio, you finally see him

Your point of view

I was about to go to my husband when I noticed a girl sitting on his lap

She's sexy, she's beautiful, she has fair skin, she has a flawless hair, every millisecond I look at her I feel ashamed of myself 'is it possible that Tobio might be cheating to me?' 'does he really want a baby that he'll cheat to have one?' 'did I become that unattractive for him to find someone else?'

I came back to reality when I feel my lower abdomen aching as I scream out of pain tears running down my face

I see Tobio running towards me holding me by the side of my shoulder. My vision become blurry the noise disappear and eventually everything become black and I'm indulge by silence

Tobio's point of view

I'm currently in the bar with Shoyo and Kei, sipping beer from time to time

"so how's your little girl Kei-kun" Shoyo said making me look at Kei

"she's good, she can walk now actually" Kei said smiling to himself

"ahh I can't wait for our baby to come out" Shoyo said

"do you know the gender already?" Kei asked

"no, my wife wants it to be surprise" Shoyo said happily

"what about you Tobio? planning on having one?" Kei asked looking at me

I take a deep breath before answering "we're actually trying for almost 4 years now"

"so... Any progress?" Kei asked

"we actually kinda gave up a few months ago, but these weeks I've noticed that she's been having pregnancy symptoms but I didn't tell her that I noticed, because knowing her I'm sure she wants to surprise me if ever she finds out she is, I'm so happy, that is when last week I found a negative result pregnancy test in the trash bin" I told them as they look at me sadly

"c'mon Tobio-kun I'm sure you'll become a dad soon, just don't give up" Shoyo said cheering me up

We are talking about our life now and our life before we met our love ones laughing at our behavior before and the embarrassing things we do in highschool, that is before 3 girls sit on our lap grinding at us as we push them off of us

The girl on Kei's lap seems to be gone but the girls in my and shoyo's lap isn't moving as we keep trying to push them off making it look like we are grinding our members at the girls

"ahhhh!!" we hear a scream and I look to see (Y/N) holding her lower abdomen and looking like she's in pain, I push the girl in my lap hard as I run towards my wife and hold her by the side of her shoulder

I look down to see blood running down her thighs as she pass out making my heart clench already knowing what's going on

I pick her up and place her on the back passenger seat of the car and I drove off to the hospital

When we arrive at the hospital nurses quickly place her on the bed moving her in the E.R (emergency room) and telling me to stay outside the room where a line of chairs are in front

I bounce my knees, my hands grabbing my hairs praying for my wife to be ok

After a few minutes Kei and Shoyo arrived at the hospital sitting beside me, Shoyo comforting me by running his hands up and down my back

"you guys should go it's 3 am your wives are probably worried" I said looking at the floor

"call us if you need anything" Kei said as I nod at him

"don't worry Tobio-kun she'll be alright" Shoyo said and all I can do is smile at them as both of them goes home

A couple of minutes later a doctor came out of the room and I stand up

"she has a minor spotting, right now she's ok, but I don't think she'll be ok if she keeps taking medications and she has a sensitive pregnancy so as much as possible do not let her feel any kind of physical, mental, and emotional stress, I need to go now, if there's anything you need to ask I'm at room 241" he leave

I enter the room to see her asleep, I came beside here and kiss her hand softly

"I love you so much, I love you and our unborn child, I'm sorry for what happened, I can't live without you, I will protect you more especially now that you're pregnant"

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Feel free to ask, my vamps

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#hq #volleyball #anime #fanfic #fiction #reader insert #tsukishima kei #haikyuu hinata #haikyuu!! #haikyuu tsukishima #tobio scenarios #tobio x y/n #short story #haikyuu scenarios #scenery #fandom #fan fiction #hq x y/n #your name #angst with a happy ending #angst to fluff #angst to comfort #angst #fluff #haikyuu fluff #comfort #aesthetic #bookish #storytelling #story

[aki-mochi]

Levi x Reader: Drunk Love

WARNING: NSFW!! Levi stood there, completely nude, in front of Erwin and Hanji as he covered his stuff while avoiding their gazes. His cheeks turning pink with his hair messy with fly-aways in every direction and his body covered in bites and hickeys. Erwin stood in Levi's living room, not amused, while Hanji was laughing until she was in tears.

"Sooo...you wanna tell me why you are...?" Erwin trailed off.

"I dunno....I-I...just woke up like this...."

"You were drinking last night, huh?" Erwin asked, more like stated.

"A little...." he mumbled, then clicked his tongue.

"Woooow Levi~!" Hanji laughed more.

"Shut up" Levi slightly growled as he tried to remember his actions last night.

~flashback~

Levi sat at a table in a bar with a few of his friends and co-workers, passing time and attempting to get away from the stress of work. Eren, who happened to be one of his best workers, offered him some food while drinking his drink. No sooner did another song start to play, a familiar woman entered the bar with Mikasa.

"I've never been in a bar.” Mikasa stated.

"We can't buy alcoholic beverages so we can just have water and some food. Give us some free time from all the work we've been asked to do." Y/n replied.

She nodded in agreement, looking around at her surroundings only to see the men at Levi's table looking towards them. Truth be told, Y/n and Mikasa worked in the same building as Levi, just on different floors. The two had met on a few occasions and even had small talk in the elevator whenever they were going to the same floor for meetings, but never actually got close to one another.

Levi glanced at the two as they came in and made a bit of a face. "I guess they're getting the same thing you are, Eren." He smirked behind his glass as he looked at Eren's drink suited for him being underaged. Eren pouted and gave somewhat of a glare towards his boss. "If you weren't my boss, and I wanted to not get fired, I'd slap you like I do Horse-face." He mumbled in his glass of apple juice.

"You sound like you're plenty drunk on apples," Levi stated as he set his glass down. "Now you finally have a chance to talk to that girl. I've seen you eyeing her at work." Hearing his comment, Eren did a spit-take with his drink; coughing and pounding his chest a bit. Once he got his breath back, he looked at Levi like he grew two heads.

"Are you insane or drunk?!" He slightly yelled in a whispered tone.

"I'm neither. You shout about being better at your job than The Titan Company down the road but you can't even talk to a girl."

"Yeah?! W-well what about the girl you stare at?! You seem like you stalk her!"

"The only time I even see her is on the elevator. Are you sure you aren't drinking beer?" Levi retorted.

"I'm underage to be drinking unless someone spiked it when I wasn't looking." Eren calmly stated as he took another drink.

"If no one did, they might need to so you can actually grow some balls for at least an hour and act like a man instead of a loud little kid."

Eren glared. "Shut the hell up....I do act mature. Just on some levels." He, then, turned away to stare at the ebony female with a slight blush on his slightly dark skin.

”Can you prove that?" Levi smirked at Eren's attitude.

"What did you say?" Eren growled, thinking his boss is picking a fight when he doesn't feel like throwing a punch while Mikasa is here.

"I said to prove that you aren't a child and go talk to her," Levi told him.

"Fine. I will." He suddenly stood up and walked towards the two sisters, feeling confident in his moves. Levi smirked as he watched, wanting to see how much of a train wreck it would turn into. But the minute Eren was only five steps away, he froze. His face turned a sheer scarlet red and felt his palms get sweaty. But what he didn't expect to happen, was that Mikasa noticed him and gave a small wave to him, making him lose his cool and speed-walking back to his seat before face planting the table. Mikasa flushed a faint pink but couldn't help to give a minuscule smirk from his failure to walk over.

"You’re a wuss" Levi muttered.

"Fuck you....." Eren mumbled against the table.

Levi smirked and took a sip of his whiskey before standing. "Let me show you how it's done," he stated as Eren groaned and watched him as he made his way towards the girls.

Levi walked over to the older of the two with a confident stride, the alcohol taking the edge off of his normal attitude. Y/n was too busy talking to Mikasa to notice him. Taking a french fry off her plate, she ate it and smiled as she was talking about her latest masterpiece for the company due to being in the advertising department. Mikasa mentioned a work project that’s due next week before looking over Y/n's shoulder to see the male.

"This seat taken?" Levi asked.

Y/n turned towards the voice of the male and her eyes widened. "M-Mr. Ackerman....! It's nice to see you again." She smiled softly at him.

"The same to you" he stated. "We don't see each other often. I thought we could talk."

"Of course! Come sit with me!" She smiled and patted the seat on the other side of her. He gladly sat, looking towards Eren and winking in success mainly to show off before talking to the two women. Eren growled and slammed his hands on the table and walked over once more before offering a hand at the grey-eyed female.

"May I sit with the beauty who I'm looking at~?" He asked with a smile.

Mikasa looked and blushed brightly at his words but nodded. “Sure."

With a small hum, Eren sat beside her before gently holding her waist to bring her closer to him. Her blush darkened, looking at her plate of food like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

Y/n eyed the boy, a little surprised at his actions before drinking her iced water, smirking behind her glass as she knew Mikasa has a crush on him. Levi rolled his eyes, ignoring Eren as he talked to Y/n, keeping up a conversation about her interests. About an hour later, Levi was not feeling like his usual self. His cheeks were flushed while his eyes were dilated, black pupils taking up more of his steel-blue corneas. Y/n had offered to take him home while Mikasa stayed with Eren since he's completely sober. After that, Mikasa waved as she left with the green-eyed boy.

He tried to refuse, saying he was fine but she insisted, eventually giving up as he slumped over the table. Y/n slung one of Levi's arms around her neck; the other around his waist while leading him outside. Digging in his back pocket for his wallet and keys, she pressed a button to activate its panic alarm. Upon hearing a frantic horn, she turned to her left to see the flashing lights of a sleek black Ford Mustang. After calming the automobile, she gently helped a drunk Levi into the passenger side before slipping herself behind the wheel. Y/n opened up his wallet and found a small piece of paper with his name and address written in beautiful cursive. Pulling up the GPS on her phone, she punched in his home address to help her navigate before revving up the engine and beginning to drive to him home.

Levi did his best to keep the alcohol's side effects from taking over, grinning as he remembered the feeling of her hand in his pocket but stayed quiet until they got to his house. Once Y/n had gotten him out of his car and into his house, after she had unlocked the door with his keys, she walked him to his room and placed him in bed. She gave a small huff from how heavy he is for a short man. As she tried to leave the room, Levi had grabbed her wrist to keep her in place.

"(Y/n)," he muttered.

"Levi. You're drunk. You need to rest." She said softly so as not to hurt his pounding head.

"Only if you rest with me." He said, not because of how many shots he’s had, but because he’s wanted her since the first day he saw her and this was the only way he could get himself to say it. Y/n smiled and pried his hand off her arm so she could help him get comfortable by stripping him of his clothes. Y/n flushed a scarlet red when he was now only in his briefs which held a proud tent.

He smirked a bit as he watched her. "You can look if you want"

"I-I rather not, thank you...." she stuttered before going to find him some bed clothes he could wear; giving him time to look over her body that was shown by the jeans and shirt she's wearing. Her hair pulled up into a ponytail and her feet dressed in regular tennis shoes. He blushed from more than the booze in his system as he looked over her, letting her help him dress before laying in the bed with him. Y/n covered him up along with herself and sighed softly as she turned her back to him so she can sleep since it's after midnight.

But with Levi still drunk, he couldn't go to sleep. No. He didn’t want to go to sleep. He had a beautiful woman in his bed and he wanted her to be his woman. No one else’s. Levi took advantage of his drunk state and suddenly rolled Y/n onto her back, pinning her to the bed. She blinked, shocked from his sudden actions.

"L-Levi....?" she stuttered.

"Y/n.....~” he purred in her ear while sliding his hands up her shirt, making her shiver at his cold slender hands on her heated skin. "Let me love you," he whispered before colliding her lips with his own, making her body stiffen. She soon felt intoxicated by his touch and kissed him back, craving for more as she entangled her fingers into his soft black hair as she moaned.

Levi kissed her deeply as his hands made their way to her breasts, feeling the soft flesh against his skin. Arching her back at the feeling, she pulled away from his lips for air but gasping the minute he latches his own to her sensitive neck. She moaned his name when he bit her neck then pulled back with a smirk. Y/n looked down to see that Levi had, somehow, stripped her bare naked without her noticing. Trailing kisses down her body, she moaned and ran her fingers through his hair again as she closed her legs when he got between them. He rubbed her thighs soothingly before kissing them to help her relax. Once he thought she was ready, Levi opened her legs and placed his head between them. His tongue slid along her folds before flicking at her clit. Her hips jolted upwards while her fingers tugged at his hair, giving loud lewd moans.

Levi smirked and started to go faster, making her squirm and squeal in complete ecstasy as he tasted every inch of her. He then sucked her bundle of nerves into his mouth as his tongue did wonders. Y/n panted as she arched her back off the bed while her head flew back into the pillows, desperately wanting to move away but his hands held her down in place as he ravished her more. His teeth gently grazed her clit, making her lose control of the volume of her moans as they got even louder before she finally released with a squeak. But Levi kept going, making her beg as he continued to drain her of every drop before pulling off with a small pop. A trembling Y/n laid there panting heavily as Levi licked her clean, sitting up to look down at the beautiful sight under him. Levi chuckled and laid beside her with his arm draped over her waist.

Y/n calmed down from her overstimulated high before she made the bold move to pin him to the bed instead. Levi looked up at her in slight shock from the sudden move before his breath started to hitch when she started to rub the bulge in his pants. She hummed and stripped him bare of any clothes before suddenly going down to suck his cock. Levi's hips bucked at the sudden pleasure of her hot mouth on him, panting as he felt her tongue do circles around the tip.

"(Y-Y/n)~" Levi moaned as he gripped the sheets. "Ngh...! I-I'm gonna....! Ah!" he gave a loud moan as he came in her mouth. Y/n swallowed it all, a little disappointed that he came that quick, and sat up before marking him in hickeys and love bites, loving the sounds that were coming from his mouth. After she was satisfied with her work, she straddled his hips before pushing herself onto him, making her gasp and him moan. When she felt comfortable, she bounced on him as her hands rested on his chest. Loud slapping noises of skin colliding and loud moans filled the room. Y/n decided to bounce faster and go all the way down, earning her a loud moan from Levi as he gripped her hips to help her keep steady.

Pretty soon they both hit their high and came together. Y/n collapsed onto Levi's chest, panting heavily as he held her close to him. Having to pull out, he laid both their bodies on the bed and pulled her to his chest after covering them both with the blanket and going to sleep.

~back to the present~

Y/n walked out of the bathroom only to see a naked Levi standing there, in front of his boss and co-worker as he tried to suppress his blush. Smirking, the said female walked over and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind and satisfied hum.

"Don't worry, Mr. Smith~. Levi was a good boy last night with all the moans I made him do~."

At that, Hanji ran out with Erwin on her tail, trying to suppress their nose bleeds while Levi was a blushing mess at the moment from her comment. Y/n laughed at his reaction and kissed him briefly before giving him a warm smile and going to make breakfast. Levi sighed as he went back to his room to get dressed.

'Maybe getting drunk wasn't so bad after all......'

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[metalbuckaroo]

Birthday

Summary: Toby invites Bucky to his 11th birthday party.

Warnings: good bit of sexual tension, rude ass parent, cursing, I think that's it???

AU: Babysitter!Bucky x Fem!Reader

AN: I waited soo long to finish this that I couldn't remember exactly what I'd planned for it, so I winged half of it.

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Moodboard by @bucksdolll

"Toby seems to be warming up to the temporary pretty well." One of the Moms whispered to yours. "Bucky? He's a sweetheart. Isn't he, dear?"

You looked away from where Bucky was being swarmed by the younger kids and a couple of their older sisters you'd went to high school with; your mom giving you a sweet smile. "A big softie."

"He's great with Toby, and is sweet on a little miss someone." She grinned, poking your side as you got two bottles of water from the cooler. "Well, aren't you lucky." One of the other mom's chided. "Extremely."

"Go save him, poor boy looks like he's ready to combust." Your mom sighed, fixing a few things on the table that held cake and various types of snacks.

Turning on your heels, you went to where he was stood letting Toby babble on about his arm. "Can I borrow you for a sec?"

Bucky gave a bright smile and nodded, letting you guide him to the open back door. "I think he's have a good time showing off his super cool babysitter." You teased, handing him some extra drinks for the cooler. "Does he ever run out of energy?"

Shaking your head, you looked over the way the dark blue t-shirt clung to his skin, the dips of his muscular torso visible even through the wet fabric. "You're not gonna take that off are ya." You said, tugging the hem.

He pressed his lips into a thin line and shook his head. "Nothing wrong with being a little modest, Buck." You smiled, noticing how he chewed on the inside of his cheek. "Don't wanna, uh, scare a bunch of kids."

"Or have their dads chasing you down because, the wives are gawking at you." You said, scrunching your nose up at him. He breathed a laugh and shook his head again, leaning down to peck a simple kiss to your lips. "Yeah. I don't think that's gonna happen."

After presents were opened and cake was ate, you and Bucky hid away in the kitchen again for a few moments away from the crowd of kids and parents. "You look beautiful, sunshine." He said, adjusting the thin strap of your dress. "Don't look too bad yourself, Buck."

Your fingers wrapped around the cool metal of his dog tags, tugging them so he'd lean down; his lips ghosting across yours when he turned his head to the opening back door.

"James! There you are." Your mom breathed, pulling the door shut behind her. "Mallory just extended her vacation for another 3 weeks. Please, tell me you're available?" She clasped her hands together and gave him pleading eyes.

"Yeah, of course." Bucky smiled, nodding his head. "Great, perfect. A few of Toby's friends are staying, so I hope they don't bother you too much." She said, looking to you.

"I'm sure Bucky wouldn't mind staying to help, right?" You looked up at him, patting his chest lightly. His eyebrows raised and he nodded, swallowing thickly. "I'll stay."

"Miranda, I've been looking for you." Darlene, one of the most judgemental moms, said, Toby and her son following in behind her. "I've been meaning to ask you- where's Matthew? Shouldn't he be here instead of-" She stopped when she saw Bucky, still standing very close to you.

"He had work." Your mom said with a forced smile. "No wonder it didn't work out, that's all he thinks about." Darlene said clicking her tongue. "Now, you're stuck having to pay a babysitter who-"

"Yeah, I'm gonna stop you right there. Toby, go play outside." Bucky looked down at your hard expression, putting his hand on Toby's shoulder to walk with him into the backyard. "That's not an appropriate thing to talk about at a kid's birthday party. He is eleven, he doesn't need to know why his dad didn't show up."

"It's just- this new babysitter of yours is so-"

"Sweet? Shy, handsome, good with kids? If none of those are what you are about to say, then don't say it." She looked at you dumbfounded, glancing at your mom. "You're not gonna let her talk like this are you?"

Your mom shrugged, leaning against the kitchen counter. "She's grown. I don't dictate what she says. Besides, she's right."

"Unbelievable."

As the families dispersed, going home once the sun started to set, your mom looking exhausted as she cleaned the kitchen. "I've got it, go on to bed. You've had your stress fill for the day."

She gave you a soft thank you before shuffling away to the hallway, Bucky walking in from the chaos filled living room. "Make it out alive?" You teased, picking up the trash that littered the counter. "Barely. Need help?"

His hand rested on the small of your back, pink tinting his cheeks. "You could move the couch for me? Put this to use." You teased, fingertips running up the dark metal of his left arm before wrapping around his wrist.

You finished cleaning the kitchen and went to check on the state of the living room; Bucky laying out the blankets and pillows on the floor for the kids.

"Can we watch Nightmare on Elm Street?" Toby asked, looking up at you with hopeful eyes as you picked up the remote. "No, it's too scary for you." You said, clicking through the movie selections. "Please?"

Bucky chuckled when you rolled your eyes and nodded. "One scream out of any of you and I'm switching it to lullabies."

It didn't take long.

Not even 30 minutes into the movie you were switching it to Toy Story, ignoring the protests that sounded from them.

Another 30 minutes and they were all passed out, sprawled out on the blankets and snoring as you tugged Bucky with you to the kitchen.

"Knew that was gonna happen." You said, breathing a laugh and lifting yourself onto the counter.

Bucky moved to stand in front of you, your knees parting on instinct to let him stand between them. "Steve said he'll have your car done in a couple days. Want me to take you back to your apartment tomorrow? So, you don't have to take the train."

Nodding, you wrapped your arms around his neck loosely; pulling his lips to yours. You all but melted completely in his touch, cool, smooth metal on your right thigh a beautiful contrast to the warm skin on your left.

"I'm so fucking lucky..." He muttered against your lips before pressing his tongue against yours.

"Ew, stop eating my sisters face." You breathed a laugh at Toby's tired voice, looking over your shoulder at him. "Whst are you doing up?" You teased, turning slightly to see him better. "You know I don't like to admit when you're right..."

You were getting restless. Wanting more every time you'd get near Bucky; more of the sweetness of his kiss and gentle, adoring touches.

But hwahented things taken slow. Which you fully understood; and with the group of kids in the front room, it wasn't going to go far anyways.

"Scared?" He nodded softly and you slid off of the counter. "Calm that down and come watch some tv." You smiled at Bucky, gesturing to the strain against his athletic shorts.

Bucky's face burned as he watched you usher Toby back into the living room, staying back for a moment before following.

"Don't you dare tell anyone about this." Toby said, pointing a finger at Bucky that made him look to where you were holding the boy's hand from your spot, laid on the loveseat. "You're about as threatening as the neighbors ankle biter." Bucky retorted, sitting in the recliner.

You had turned some random TV show on, suddenly becoming extra quiet within an hour.

Bucky glanced from the screen to see you sleeping peacefully, Toby's hand barely hanging onto yours as Bucky stepped over one of the kids to grab the blanket from the back of the loveseat.

Gently laying it over you, he leaned down to press a kiss to your cheek; biting back a smile when you subconsciously tilted your head to follow his lips.

There's always tomorrow.

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[3desiderium3]

For your love

chapter seven - I'll do whatever you want

[ series masterlist ]

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pairings : reader x damiano david

story summary : damiano and reader are in very loving relationship that sometimes almost too quickly becomes too toxic for anyone likings

chapter warning (s) : this is sad af i made myself sad once again , some strong language and violent behavior , mentions of alcoholism , suicide and depression

song recommendation - for your love

pov : 3 years ago

" I don't like him Y/N ! That guy just doesn't sit right with me ! " Y/N rolled her eyes at her boyfriend Michael . They had this heated argument that lasted for over an hour , because Y/N was going out with Thomas and Damiano .

Well .. Only Damiano ..

It was very clear to her that her boyfriend disliked that brown eyed god .

Y/N met Damiano through Thomas , her best male friend , maybe 2 weeks ago . But those 2 weeks ago seemed so far and so unreal .

She sometimes regretted not paying more attention to him that night .

Thomas and Damiano where driving around in Damiano's car while Y/N and Michael needed a ride to one party .

Back in those times Y/N was so in love with her boyfriend . She thought she was going to marry him . Be the mother of his kids .

At first Damiano seemed like an average person to her . She only saw him as potential band mate of her best friend . She was looking at him like she would any other acquaintance .

That night when they met felt like any other . She didn't felt sparks , she didn't felt butterflies nor did she noticed he wanted to flirt with her or something . The atmosphere was normal .

' I wanna be the first man you look at tonight

I wanna be stuck in your head and make you go wild '

The next time she hanged with him was at his house , along with Thomas of course . And even then she felt nothing towards him . No attraction . She was happy to have another male friend that is all . He was smart , charismatic , very interesting person to listen , he had a lot of interesting stories to share .

They weren't in touch . No texting or calls . The only time they hanged out was when Thomas arranged something . But soon that changed .

It was unplanned . Thomas couldn't hang , Michael was out of town and Y/N was bored .

So she simply texted him and they went out driving for hours in his car , playing music , laughing and having fun .

A lot of fun .

Basically that is how they started hanging out without Thomas . No one saw problem in it .

' I wanna drive you 'til the morning light and I wanna leave you alone in the middle of the night '

Damiano wasn't showing up any sort of deeper interest in her . He was very casual , calm and friendly . Y/N once told Thomas that she was glad that she met the person who is interested in her beyond just fucking her .

But boy she was wrong .

Maybe not the very first night he met her but after a while of going out Damiano became obsessed with Y/N .

He wanted to know everything about her , get in her head , under her skin . Just like she did to him . Suddenly they started hanging out alone every fucking day .

He had a thick notebook overfilled with drawings , portraits and sketches of her and her body , her hands , her eyes . .

He wrote songs for her . Poems . Songs splattered with his lust and desire all over their pages . ( just like he wrote for your love . )

It was driving Y/N's boyfriend crazy .

He started argues often and he was getting more and more possessive and scared for his relationship each day .

" I don't trust him Y/N . " She wished she listened to him on time . . .

Things where happening almost too fast , Y/N tried reassuring herself that what they are doing is not wrong .

I mean she cuddled with Thomas almost every day and he was also clingy . It was basically the same thing with Damiano . Right ?

Unlike her Damiano knew exactly what was going on . And in what direction it was heading . He wanted her . He craved for her . But only for pleasure .

' I wanna be a good man and see you smile

And I wanna swim between your thighs I wanna fuck you till you scream and cry . '

At first his only intention was to sleep with her but not even in a billion years he could imagine how deep in his mind she would be .

He had a tactic . Simply make everything appear natural , say a few comforting words to her , tell her something about how special she is , get what you want and try slowly to get out of that situation between the two of you before she realizes something . It worked every time .

Until this one .

They where slowly growing closer together . They spent an entire month cuddling , hanging out , playing with each others hair , driving , singing and making a strong bond .

" His intentions are not clear I can feel it ! " " Well I can't ! He wants nothing more than to be friends with me ! What do you want from me Michael ? To stop seeing my friend ? " " No . That is not what I am asking from you . But I expect you to know that it is bothering me and you stop . "

That is how any conversation between Y/N and Michael went . They grew cold , became strangers , one was fighting for their long lost love while the other was lost in the grip of the heartless lover .

Y/N started being depressed again . She became so limb and so distant from everyone .

Her state only increasing the fights between Michael and her . Damiano was not like it . .

He understood her . . .

The day he kissed her for the first time was December the third .

On that very same day he slept with her too . On that very same day she cheated on Michael .

It was weird . Y/N almost regretted it .

She coudln't describe how it was . She only remembers the rain outside pouring on that cold day . How the only light in that dark , black and Prussian blue room came from the muted TV . The room was warm . It was smelling so much like Damiano . It was sweet smell .

He was sitting on the edge of the bed , hugging Y/N by her waist . Both of them in their underwear . His head on her stomach as she was carassing his hair . His hands where rough , yet loving and gentle , he in fact was rough on a very gentle way . He made love to her like a man .

Every each time was better . The more they talked and discussed about their likings . Creating memories before or after being intimate .

' I wanna hold you in my arms tonight

For your love I'll do whatever you want . '

Ten days later Y/N broke up with Michael .

With an excuse that she was not completely ready to devote herself to them .

Instead she was laying in Damiano's sweaty arms , who held her close as she was gently caressing his chest and biceps . He talked so sweet . So interesting . So mysterious . So deep . Like he held all the answers to all her questions . He was amusing her .

Days slowly turned into a month . A whole month of disaster . Michael was right .

Damiano is bad news .

" Come here , let me hold you . "

He spoke those words in raspy voice after each time they had sex .

" Amore . . Amore "

' For your love I'll do whatever you want

I'll do whatever you want, for your love . '

Damiano always had time for her . At any time of the day .

Often even leaving his friends to go and see her .

Back then Y/N didn't understood this but the only bond she thought she had with him . .

Was just sex .

Nothing more . Pure sex .

All those memories they made , like looking at his childhood pictures , visiting his villa on the north of the Italy , going out to other cities etc ..

Those memories existed only before or after they've been intimate .

Damiano started to feel something . Something deeper than just desire for lust .

But unlike Y/N who also felt it he was scared of it . He didn't want it . He didn't want to admit it .

He was slowly falling in love . But for whatever selfish reason that he had , he couldn't be with her at that time .

He started to think about her every day , every night . Every second he had in those 24 hours .

" You ruined my life you fucking idiot . Look what you've done to me . You ruined me . "

He would say in joking tone to her . Only making her laugh and roll her eyes but he was so far from joking .

He simply got scared of his feelings .

She was not like other girls he had . And it was not some made up quiche move , it was truth .

She wasn't selfish .

She gave her whole being to him . Blindly .

Thinking he would do the same .

But no .

One day , he just started growing cold . It was a slow and painful process but Y/N felt it . She felt that winter . He always had an excuse for his behavior .

No one knew about their little special relationship . Y/N was left alone to think about everything that has happened between them so many sleepless nights .

' So baby why don't you please me now

I've got so much I can give to you . '

" I simply can't continue this tempo . This is something that became a mental gymnastic to me . This . Us . Our relationship . You happened to me when I was an emotional disaster . However you are a very dear to me . You mean a lot to me and I don't wanna lose you . I wanna continue hanging with you but we must not sleep with each other more . "

" Why are you feeling like this Damiano ? Our relationship is not that complicated . "

" Well to be honest Y/N we don't have a relationship . "

" Then why are you finding all this so stressful ?"

And so one day .

He just left .

He disappeared .

Stopped answering her calls , responding to her messages . Gone .

Y/N was desperate . Under the hard influence of alcohol and self harm again . Feeling like she was trapped in a slow motion movie .

Nothing was clear . Nothing was okay .

Why he left and where he was ?

' For your love I'll do whatever you want

I'll do whatever you want, for your love . '

She had no one to talk to but Thomas .

She came to his house one night .

It was January . It was cold . She was bleeding from all the wounds her heart tried to stich .

Sobbing she knocked on his door .

Three hours later she was in his hoodie , tightly wrapped in his embrace with puffed eyes and trembling lips . He was kissing her temple from time to time . Ice cream boxes beside the bed and her favorite movie in the background .

On his bed there was a mess made of used white tissues .

" Sometimes when people are scared they leave . " Thomas said . " Why ? " " It is easier . "

She had a sleepover at his house that night .

She hardly feel asleep . Feeling a bit better after finally opening up to someone .

Thomas was burning in rage . He was mad at both of them . More on Damiano tho , it took him a short amount of time to realize she was just being used .

January slowly ended .

And Damiano was back in town .

Y/N was starting to get over him and the fact she was feeling on her skin her mothers words.

' All boys are the same they only want to use you .'

She was getting ready go go out and hang with her friend . When suddenly on her phone screen appeared long time not seen notification .

'ykaaar sent you a message : Hey can you hang ? '

She dropped her phone on the sink .

Feeling mixed emotions of anger , sadness and excitement .

And in not less than 10 minutes she canceled her friend and she was already in his car waiting for answers .

' So tell me what you want, I'll give you what you want baby . '

" I was confused . And scared . You are the first woman that made me feel like this . I still mean it when I say I want you in my life . I just needed some alone time to clear my head and think . And I had plenty of time and space to do it . "

He took her palm in his hands kissed it and brought it close to his face . She was breathing hard . Was this really all she was waiting all this time ?

" I wanna be with you Y/N . I wanna commit to you . But I can't . I am not sure I am ready . I don't want to fail you . . What do you want from me Y/N . Why do you care for me so much ? "

" Damiano .. You are in my life with a purpose . For a certain reason . I won't let you go . I won't let you leave me . You mean to me so much as a person and even beyond that words can describe . Too much emotions , time and energy is spared on you than it was supposed to be ."

They sat in that car for hours . Talking . Crying even a bit . But at the end of the night they where in peace . In love .

January ended . February almost passed .

Winter was sharp and cruel .

' Tell me what you want, I'll give you what you want baby

Tell me what you want, I'll give you what you want baby . '

But despite that Damiano and Y/N went against it . They started dating officially . In private first few weeks .

Måneskin was having a rehearsal . They took that as an good opportunity to announce everyone the good news .

" I can't belive this . Y/N you are so fucking dumb ! " Thomas shouted at them .

The studio was silent . Ethan had his eyes wide open from shock . Victoria was sitting with her hands in her lap looking at the ground .

" What is your problem Thomas ! I thought you where going to be happy cause of me ! "

" And why would I be ?! What is it so good that you did to make me happy ?! You hooked up with him after everything ! After all those crying sleepless nights , all those public panic or anxiety attacks you had , all that alcohol that you drank !While he was out fucking some girl and not giving shit about you ! "

" Thomas that is en- " " Don't interrupt me ! "

He picked up his jacket and back pack .

" I was there for you then . And just then . But now when I see that you are repeating the same fucking mistake I am not so sure I would be there for you the next time . Don't come to my place crying how he hurt you cause we all know he would . "

He left the studio dramatically leaving everyone silent . Barely 3 minutes passed and he was storming back in inside .

" Oh yeah and another thing Damiano . You might be a good singer but that does not mean we are going to tolerate you just for that . I created Måneskin with Vic and I have every right to either kick you out or leave myself . "

He lighted a cigarette . " I do not want lying manipulators in my surrounding . "

Many years later after that day Y/N regretted being mad at her friend for taking that silly thing so personal . But her friend saw beyond every border she could ever see .

Thomas knew Damiano very well .

And he knew he was no good news .

' Because baby for your love I'll do whatever you want

For your love I'll do whatever you want I'll do whatever you want, for your love . '

A/N i wanna write a chapter based on a song i wanna f*cking tear you apart by she wants revenge . give me ideas about what i should write in that chapter along with the song .

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[itsmadamehydra]

My Savior || Wayne McCullough

A/N: Just some teenage girl trying to write the story inside her head, hope u like it.

Pairing: Wayne McCullough x oc

Warnings: rape, intention of rape, harassment, blood mention, bullying, language (a little strong)

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I've always like to watch him by far, he just seems different from the rest (and oh boy, he is).

The first time I saw him I was in 7th grade. I was just one more girl of the many others that her tities just had started to show and my period started to visit me. I remember that day clearly, I was sitting at the hallway with my bestfriend at the time, eating infront of our lockers when I saw him.

"Am telling ya girl, the answer of number 5 was c." I said trying to reason with her about the science test answers "I told you that if u needed help to study, I could help ya." I smile at her and move my arm upward to touch her shoulder

"Yeah, yeah, I know...are you sure it was not D?" she said frowning her eyebrows once more. We stayed in silence for a sec before bursting into laughter and tears

Little by little our laughs started to fade, allowing ears to hear the background and aswell some loud voices, it sounded like an argument but by the hears of it a fight was going to start soon. "What you think is happening over there?" Cassie murmured, I stared at the end of the hallway where apparently was were the voices were coming from.

"I don't know..." my lips formed a thin line while I was thinking about what could have been happening in there, "You wanna, you know, go and see?" I looked back at my friend

"Freak yeah" she laughed grabbing my hand and running down the hallway to see the soon to be fight.

Once we got there, there was a mass of students surrounding what appeared to be the ones who where arguing. "Ugh, I can't see, I hate been so small." I said, "Hey, that smallness is beautiful and you know you can use that in your own benefit" Cassia said and winked at me.

"I mean, yeah but I can't-" my word stopped at the moment I heard a want sounded and I believe to be a punch in the face. "You saw that!?" Cassie said, "That was freaking awesome, please tell me you saw it!" "Um, nah Cassie, I cant see a crap" i said while trying to find a whole where to see through.

It was only a matter of seconds until more punches were heard. I started pushing people more frantically, I wanted to see what was happening. When I get pass a few amount of studens I almost slipped, looked sown to see what was it and it was stains of blood, only a few but still.

"Oh gosh, disgusting." When I look up only a few students are still in the cafeteria and a guy wearing a grey hoddie was just there, staring at the bloodie face of another guy. I stared back at the hoddie guy and noticed a little hammer in his hand, and the words just came out of my mouth without even noticing, "Why the hammer? Want to be a constructed or something?" He just stared at me and pass by me without saying a word and keeping a neutral face.

"Who the hell was that crazy ass weirdo?" I hear Cassie's voice behind me. "I don't know" I responded, "But I will know...one day."

"Ok,ok, am not going to get in between your little search thingi but am sure he is not good news." Cassie said, "You saw what he did, and he has a FREAKING hammer, y/n! Covered in blood y/n!" She grabbed my shoulders from behind, "I think we all understood the message, stay the fuck away from him, honey."

And I just smiled.

Months later I learned his name. Wayne, Wayne McCullough. Fits the ring if you ask me. Everyone was speaking about how violent, crazy and wierdo he was, about how he was going to show up at your house to beat the hell put of you.

I just observed him by far, well, I like to think that I noticed him. I noticed how he usually beats up those who are some assholes jerks that have only one brain cell as much. Noticed that he is not much of a talker and a shy boy. Noticed how he makes his lips thin when he gets lost in thoughts. How he closes his fist when he is about to do something. His strangely high pain tolerance. His pale skin and dark hair appeared to me to be very llamative and aswell his strength. He was and is skinny but somehow has a great strength, maybe do to the unincredible amounts of fights he gets in. Experience makes the master is what the say...right?

Years went by, we entered to highschool and the nervousness along with the fast beating, sweating and butterflies were still there every time i either tought about him or saw him walking around.

Cassie stayed with me for a while until she decided to join the group of nasty ass bitches with no brain cells who believed no one was better than them. While I...well, I stayed small for a big part I guess, always with good grades, teachers love me and try to be nice with every one I guess.

Everything was going great until Cassie along with some guys recorded me somehow while being drunk and them trying to overpass the boundaries, and let me tell ya.. that was just the start.

The had videos of me at the school bathroom, pictures of my underwear under my skirts and dresses, them trying to touch me. I had to learn to defend myself, stopped using skirts, dresses, shorts even do I loved wearing the. Replace my shoes with tennis and always had hair ties.

"Y/n, wake up! You're going to be late for school, don't think ama wait for you!" I mom yelled.

"Yes, mom! Dont worry, am up!" I run down the stairs with my backpack, went to the kitchen, grabbed an apple and went straight to the car.

"Oh for God sake, y/n" she said went she looked at me and noticed my new hair style.

"What? You don't like it? I just cut it a little." I satered at her innocently

"Your father is not gonna like it and you know it." She said and the stress lines appeared in her forehead, "You know this is his weekend and-"

She couldn't finish her sentence because I started taking, "Am not going to that dickheads house, mother." I said strainly, "Don't want to see his and face of that bitch he cheated you with..." i lowly said but loud enough to hear.

"I know, honey but you have to and besides you get to see your brother!" She patted my thigh, "Haven't seen him in a while right?" She said with a sad tone

"You should be the one seeing him...not me." I stared outside the window, there were just some trees and houses and garbage.

Mom and dad divorced a while back, he cheated on her. The house was a mess that day, screams and broken glass everywhere. Sammy was lucky, he was at grandma's but I was home...listening to every single word. That was also the first time a sneaked out and the first time I sort-of spoke to Wayne.

"What are you doing here?" I heard someone said behind me, I looked and it was fucking Wayne

"Just trying to have some quietness i guess..." I stared at my fingers and started playing with them because of my nervousness, "...What are you doing here?" I asked softly

And he stayed silent...the whole time after that. Either way, his company was nice and the side profile, ufff, amazing.

"Ok, we are here." I stared at the building for a sec before giving my mother a kiss in her cheek and entered to the building.

"Hey y/n! Nice ass!" That was the jerk of all jerks, Jonathan.

I turned around and stared at him, "Oh yeah?" He nodded, "Want to see me shop of your dick?" Changed my tone while saying that into a lower and more serious tone. He just stared at me with sealed lips and left.

I continued walking to my locker and I come to see tgat my freaking lock is broken, I search in all the spaces but nothing is missing.

"Come on! They had just changed me of locker!" I silently yelled. Started grabbing my books for the next few classes when I felt a hand in my shoulder, by instinct I grabbed the wrist, pushed the person against the locker and added pressure in the throat with my other arm.

"Hey y/n" Orlando smiled, "New move?" I chuckled and removed my arm, now, standing face to face I respond

"You know you shouldn't do that Orlando bunny." I laugh st the nickname I gave him a few time ago. Orlando was one of the few FEW people who talked to me, well, he talked to everyone but still.

"I know... I just forgot I guess man." He looked down, "Y/n...have your tities grown bigger?" His face looked confused.

I slapped his head and punched his shoulder, "Could you please stop looking and thinking 'bout tities when am around you?"

"I mean, yeah sure...and sorry about your lock." He points the locker, "Wayne thought it was still his but since-" I cut him off before he could continue

"Wayne?" I asked confused

"Yeah, Is tha-" i cut him off again

"Why did he tho?" I murmured staring at my lock in hand.

"It used to be his locker but oh well...he missed school for 3 weeks and yeah." He grabs his backpacks laces after explaining.

"Oh...ok, is he still here tho?" I looked at Orlando

"I guess..." he was about to say pther thing when the bell ring and we started to go toour classes, "See you later gorgeous!" He yells from the corner of the hallway.

I stayed there...just staring at my lock for a while, then order my things fast and left to class. What I didn't know was that someone was watching at me.

Three days later, i was walking back home and i heard s car going at full speed and nasty comments were started to be listend. I kept walking trying tk pretend they didn't exist when the car is suddenly over the sideway and infront of me.

"YOU COULD HAVE KILLED ME ASSHOLES!!" I yelled.

"But...you are bot dead right, bitch?" Jonathan said getting out of the car. There were five, 2 guys and 3 girls. "Don't prefer to suck my dick and be my slut, promise I'll pay a good amount." He said infront of me,

"She is already a slut baby." Veronica said

"I bet she has sleeped with half school, wouldn't surprise me if you haven been org*e or something." You know, comments are comments, you are the one who decide what hurt you and whats does not, but being Cassie the one who said that...broke my freaking heart.

I couldn't stand it anymore, wanted to leave the place so i came up with a plan very fast. I walked closer to Jonathan trying to be the most seductive I could, touched his chest, abs and got closer to his ear and said, "You are going to regret everything" Punched him with all my strenght in this genitiles, stomp on his feet, punched his nose and ran the faster I could out of there.

"You bitch!" I heard from far but i continued running, I couldn't stop, i was scared, didn't know what could happen if the get me. I could hear the car engines behind me, but i didn't stop.

I was close a bridge, ran underneath it, passed some houses but i could still hear the voices and car. My legs hurt, i needed to catch my breath, i could hear my heart beat, my body felt on fire. When I less expected am suddenly trapped, there were some abandoned buildings and warehouses but no way to get put of there. This was it, my end.

"Couldn't escape from me you nasty little bitch!?" I heard his voice, i was never one to pray but believe when i say i begged to God to save me. "You ain't going anywhere...bitch" he was behind me, I could sense it.

My hair was pulled, he pulls me by my hair to his car and i notice that it's just him and another guy. Am not getting out of here.

"We are going to have so much fun!" He licks my cheek and i try to kick him wherever.

"HELP!" I yelled, "SOMEBODY PLEASE, HELP!" my voice sounded horrific, like if i hadn't drank a single drop of water in ages, "please" y murmure my last pledge before he finally puts me over the capo of his car.

"No one's gonna help you, you slut." He says, the other guy was just watching and standing still, doing nothing.

I gave up, didn't even notice I was crying until I tasted the salt in my lips. I felt him over me, unbucking my pants and then...i didnt felt his weight anymore, instead, i heard a cry of pain, and then another cry, and another and another.

I lifted my head and there he was, grey hoddie and little hammer in hand...my savior. I smiled.

My smile just grew bigger and bigger every second I saw that boy swing that motherfucker hammer, every second that Jonathan's blood was spilled. I lool around in search pf the pther guy scared that he might try to grab but I get calm when i see him unconscious on the floor.

A few minuts later th cries stop and i look up, Jonathan was missing 3 teeths and face covered with blood, i think he could even have a brocken rib or something.

Am sitting on top of the car's capo when a feel a slight, fragile touch.

"You ok?" Wayne askes pulling a string of my hair behind my ear.

"...now I am." I smile to him and he returns a little small tiny one with a grin. I was about to say something else when he suddenly speaks

"Want to be my girlfriend or whatever?" He says looking exhausted, I chuckle

"Try a little harder and I might be." I say soflty with a small thin smile and he avoids my eyes but I still get to notice a small blush.

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Hey! So, yeah. This is my first ever published thing. Hope you enjoyed it and if you want a part two or to keep writing, am open to any suggestion! Am not very good with the warnings section so if you could help me with it, i would totally apreciate that!

Thank you for reading,

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[enigma-im]

Tenth day of Christmas...

Trope: Soulmate

Relationship: Alien x Human

Word count: 5,282

A lazy Saturday night. No responsibilities, nowhere to be, just me, and my tv. I quickly change into my pajamas, ready to plop myself on the couch for the rest of the day. Grabbing my phone on the way out of my room I swipe through messages, ignoring a great portion of them in favor of total isolation. Just me and my shows tonight.

A chill runs over my neck before I hit my shin against something hard. Arching forward I cradle my leg with a restrained curse barely sitting on the tip of my tongue. I look down at the sudden coffee table before me, it's bright white design polar opposite to my dark aesthetic in my home. I glance around the room, running cold at the unfamiliar environment. Everything is bright and illuminated, the furniture the only dark thing in here besides the baseboards lining the walls. I gawk in utter confusion.

"Who are you," someone barks, rolling into a growl. I snap my attention to some…thing standing just behind me. I twist towards them quickly, taking a few steps back as I take them in. Tall is my first thought, followed closely by bright. The creature is an alluring shade of blue, a mix of dark and light around its face. The top of its head is skin like hair that looks slicked back. It's almost like dreadlocks in their thickness. Average looking human eyes but a long mouth with thin lips. If it wasn't for the human-like stature I'd assume this was some sort of monster. The clothes are a slightly comforting touch. All around it's a rather disgusting looking man…alien…monster…thing.

He takes a threatening step towards me, shouting again," Who are you? How did you get into my home?" I choke on an answer, still confused and lost. Jerking my head here and there I take in the room, still just as weirded out. Where am I? who is this thing? I curl into myself, panting heavily as I panic. The thing takes another step, catching my attention again.

"Answer me, human," he spits the words," How did you get here?" I flounder for an answer, gawking like a fish as I try to talk.

"I-I-I," I try to speak," don't know." He recoils at the answer, before looking stricken. His lips peel back into a snarl, showing off sharp intimidating teeth. I nearly whimper at the sight, feeling like prey at this moment. He charges at me.

"Out, out, out," he shouts. I take frantic steps back till my back hits a wall. He corners me easily, grabbing at my shoulders. I shut my eyes, clenching up for the oncoming attack.

I'm greeted with silence.

I peek open my eyes to see my familiar bedroom. Uncertain, I curl my hands against my chest and look around the room. I see my bed, my vanity, the slightly ajar door to my bathroom. There is no sight of the alien man. I quickly bolt to my closet, grabbing my bat before checking the apartment. I walk to every room, ready to take on the horrid monster.

I clock out of work, heading to my car. Hooking up my phone I jam out to some tunes while I sort my work attire out. Setting my name tag in the cup holder and tossing the apron to the passenger seat. Before I can press the brakes I see a light bright enough for me to force my eyes closed. I feel my seat sink, a weightless feeling taking me for a moment. I open my eyes.

Coming up empty I manage to circle back to my room, confused and hurt. I rub at my chest, trying to ease this great discomfort. Setting the bat by the door I curl up in bed, forgoing my lazy Saturday night.

It's weeks after the incident and I'm left feeling like it was all a dream. There were no odd moments after that one, surely it was some strange mishap of imagination. I actually begin to forget it as the month comes to an end, though a strange emptiness stirs in my stomach. The feeling is worse at night, leaving me to cuddle with my pillows to ease it minorly.

I look into the barely familiar room, clenching onto the armrest to a chair. Terrified I look all around, spotting the strange man in a small kitchenette. We make eye contact, both of us startled. He recovers faster than I.

"You! What are you doing back in my house," he shouts, storming over. I sink further into the seat, nails biting into the wooden rests.

"I don't kn-," I try to explain.

"I don't want you here, how are you coming back," he barks, angrier than our first meeting. I try to explain again but he shouts over me. His words are harsh, accusing me of things I didn't do. As I attempt to speak over him he just gets louder till I feel near tears with all the stress.

"Stop coming here, I don't want you," he grabs at my hand," how did you manage to get in here in the first place? Humans do not possess the wit to get here on their own, so tell! Answer me! How did you get here?" I tug on my arm, trying to get out of his grip.

"I don't know," I scream," I don't know, so please stop yelling at me." I feel ridiculous as I'm near tears but I feel the situation calls for it on some level. I didn't mean to be here, it's not my fault.

The man stumbles at my shout, letting me go as he takes a step back. I curl into myself, wrapping my arms around my body, and tuck my feet up on the chair. He watches me, angry but lost. I glare up at him, fighting back the stinging in my eyes. My chest feels sore.

"I don't know where I am and I just want to go home," I plead, gritting my teeth. He furrows his brow, sneering as he reaches out and touches my arm. Before I can attempt to fight back I'm back in my car.

Looking around the dark parking lot I fall lax once I realize my position. I whimper as an ache squeezes at my chest. Leaning forward and banging my head on the steering wheel I take a deep breath, then a few more.

There is sadly a next time.

Can't write that one off as a dream.

I wait for the next few days anxiously. Trying to convince myself of 'two is a coincidence, three's a pattern' does little to soothe me. I could only hope that those two incidents were flukes. My nerves try to get the best of me but I know better. I get angry every time I think back, mad at how some harsh words could get me near tears. No man, alien or otherwise, is allowed to get such an upper hand on me. I promise myself indifference the next time I see that jerk.

I'm taken from my shower, to my misfortune. Covered only in a towel I stand in the bright living room, flustered and angry. The alien stands before me, arms crossed as he gives me a once over. As his gaze meets mine he quirks his brow. I tighten the towel around myself, glaring all the while.

"Caught you at a bad time I see," he says nearly bored. I huff, walking around the chair to hide my lower self. As I twist around I catch him tilting his head to follow me with his eyes. I snap my fingers at him, catching his attention. "send me back," I demand. He recoils in disgust at my command.

"No, I'm not some servant to make a request from. Also, I need to talk with you," he answers. I scoff, twisting away. Talk with me? Does this conversation involve more yelling and blame? I'm wet, cold, and flustered. I've been tense all week waiting for this exact moment to happen and I rather not spend another second here.

"No," I grumble.

"Excuse me," he bites back. I turn towards him, sneering.

"No, I don't want to talk with you. Send me back and keep it that way," I growl, a tad proud at the sudden backbone I've grown. He scoffs, shifting weight to his other leg.

"Do you believe that I intend for you to keep coming back," he asks the rhetorical question," because trust me, I don't want you around as much as you don't want to be around."

"Oh really? Haven't noticed," I tease," you have been so friendly up until now."

He rolls his eyes," sarcasm, such a low form of wit." I bite my tongue from throwing a remark back.

"Doesn't matter, send me back," I demand.

"Not until we talk," he shoots back. I tense in pure frustration. I'm near-naked and confused, I don't need this right now. Twisting away from him I fold my arms over my chest. He can talk if he wants but I don't have to answer.

The alien sighs," if I give you something to wear then will you talk with me?" I check on him from the corner of my eye. He looks as tired as I feel at that moment. Reluctantly I nod.

He exits the room, coming back shortly with a long shirt. Handing it to me he turns around, leaving me to put the shirt on and tying the towel around my waist. I sit in the chair as he sits on the couch. The silence is almost as bad as the yelling. I clear my throat, trying to bait him into speaking first. He sighs.

"Well I think the best way to start is with an introduction," he shrugs," I'm Egil, a Birger."

"Hello Egil," I wave awkwardly, dropping my arm quickly," I'm Kari, a human. I think you knew that part though."

"yea," he scratches at his neck," I wanna make a deal with you, Kari. We are in a bit of a bind that makes this little teleporting thing common. You see, we are important to one another according to a much higher power. I never chose this, let you know that now, and I'd prefer it if this little…situation… wasn't permeant." I squint at him, confused.

"What?"

He sighs, rubbing at his face," my people have a very interesting power that most of the galaxy favors. With that power comes a 'blessing' that brings another being to us when the time is right. Now I thought this someone would be a, well, another Birger. That's clearly not right so I just have to make do. So I'm asking for you to bear with this little inconvenience for a little longer until it runs its course and we can go our separate ways."

I process his words, rolling them around in my head. A special someone? Am I the special someone? What does he mean by 'run its course'? I think of a proper way to articulate my words to get across how utterly lost I am in this conversation. I look between his beautiful lavender eyes.

"What?"

He drops his head in his hands, rubbing at his eyes harshly before he snaps," you are my mate and if we wait a bit then you will stop being sent to me. So I ask can we just be civil until this stops?"

I taste the words on my tongue," Soulmate?"

He rests his chin on his hand," sure, soulmates. That's not the point, do you agree to be civil until this all blows over?" my brain flips flops. I take a moment to actually let the words settle before I speak. I cross my legs, resting my elbow on my knees and leaning forward.

"So you have soulmates and you think I'm them-,"

"You are," he interrupts.

"- so you want to ignore it because of why exactly?"

"Because it won't work, obviously," he answers casually.

I quirk a brow," because I'm human or because you can see the future?"

He snorts, recoiling in mirth," do you want to be my mate?"

"No, of course not. I'm just asking because I know like thousands of people who would be jumping for joy in this situation and I'm trying to see if you don't see me as an option because your racist," I tease, baiting him a bit. He deadpans, not amused in the slightest.

"Deal or not, Kari," he asks.

"Yea, sure, whatever," I wave him off," are we done now? I'm catching a chill."

The few long conversations we have had were surprisingly pleasant. When he isn't being a grump he can be downright enjoyable to be around. I can almost see how we could work together but I trash that idea when he starts getting snappy again.

He scoffs," yea, sure." standing he reaches over and touches my shoulder, sending me back home.

The next month is filled with annoying moments of being sent away. At first, it was mainly when I was at home, which was better than later when I was sent from work. In those moments Egil is kind enough to promptly send me back. In my more relaxed moments, he pulls me into a conversation, though he sounds bored with it most of the time. I look on the bright side of these meetings, learning what I can about him and aliens.

I try to go on with my life as normal, going out with friends and shopping when I can. I've been blessed to not be taken away in front of everyone. Almost like the teleporting has some know-how on good times and bad times. Though the shower one will never be forgiven.

Lounging against Egil's couch I listen to him explain how his planet's seasons work. It was started with me complaining about the cold in my apartment. He seems to be in a better mood today, talking animatedly about his favorite season. I admire him, finding the twinkle in his eye charming.

"You know when you aren't being a grouch you are nice to be around," I say casually as he takes a short pause in his rant. He stumbles on his next words, turning to me confused.

"What? You think I'm a grouch," he asks.

I shrug, laying against the couch," you get in your feelings a lot and it tends to spoil a meeting."

"In my feelings? I don't follow."

I watch him fidget a bit," you seem to sulk into yourself and I can't get you out of it no matter how much baiting I do. I prefer it when you are speaking animated like right now. You seem to enjoy talking about science and the inner workings of your planet. It's nice." he flusters at the compliment. His cheeks turn a strange dusty purple. I smile to myself at the sight.

"Well, science is entertaining but many people don't care to listen to it often. I can't blame them, I can see how hearing someone ramble for hours about biology and the workings of plants during different temperatures. It's just so cool how the weather can drastically change how a tree will present itself. I mean it just knows the correct way to arrange itself to get the most it can from the sun and I ju-," he glances over at me, sighing," sorry, I'm rambling."

I wave him off," no, go on. I have nothing to do tonight and spending it alone in my apartment doesn't sound too exciting."

He chuckles," glad to hear I'm more entertaining than an empty living space."

Friday night I dress to the nines, truly trying my best. I'm not really optimistic about this becoming more than one date but a girl can try a little. I meet the guy at a set location, agreeing to walk together to dinner. When I see him I'm in awe at his look and my luck. I might owe my friend an apology and a thank you.

I shrug, gesturing for him to continue his rant. My chest feels a bit full when I hear him speak, which is far better than the empty feeling I gain when I'm sent home.

My friend kindly notices my melancholy as of late and sets me up on a cringey blind date. I couldn't help the depressed state I've been in lately. When she offered such a plan I was extremely reluctant. A blind date is for the sad and lonely, or socially impaired. I guess I would fall into one of the categories. I agree after a bit of encouragement.

We talk on the way to the restaurant, the conversation bright and exciting. The empty feeling I've felt lately is bearable in this man's presence. We get our seats and continue talking all through dinner. I'm tempted to invite him up to my apartment. Couldn't hurt to see where this will go.

I excuse myself to the bathroom before we leave. As I open the door I see the bright room I've gotten used to. My shoulders drop as I walk further inside looking for Egil.

"Egil," I call. I hear a creak behind me, twisting around I see Egil staring intently at my dress. Relieved, I step over to him," hey, I was in the middle of something important. Can you send me back?" he takes a moment to actually look up at me, quirking a brow.

"You look…fancy," he says his words carefully.

"Yea, I'm on a date. So can you send me back please," I ask again. His eyes trail down to my dress again, his head tilting as he appraises me. As my words sink in he snaps his attention back to me.

"A date," he frowns," with who?"

"A friend of a friend. I don't have time to talk, he is waiting outside right now. So please," I reach for him. My hand falls on his wrist, tugging him forward. He follows, looking a mix of frustrated and confused.

"Where are you two going," he asks instead of grabbing my shoulders. I huff.

"My place, now please," I shake his hand. He swats me away.

"Why you two going to your place," he asks like an upset father.

"Egil, I'm not going to spell it out for you. Now, please," I reach for him again. He grips my wrists, a tad too hard. His gritting teeth are the last thing I see before I'm back at the bathroom. I walk in feeling sick to my stomach. Passing the mirror I look at myself for a second.

It's a long while before I get sent back to him and it's a rather strange time. I head to bed that night, snuggling up in my sheets.

Why was he so angry?

I don't meet up with my date again after that night. After the meeting with Egil, I feel a little mixed up. He is always a grump, that's normal, but this time was more than mild annoyance. Was he angry with me? That idea picks at me. Why would he be angry?

I wake shortly later to some loud thud. Groaning I twist on my bed, running into a wall I wasn't prepared for. Confused, I look at the couch I'm strewn across. I sit up looking around the dimly lit white room.

"Egil," I call out tired. I get no answer. Getting up off the couch I step around towards the kitchenette spotting Egil sitting on the floor lounging against the cabinets. "Egil," I catch his attention. He bobs his head up, smacking it lightly against the wood behind him.

"Oh, great, it's you," he pulls a drink up to his lips," how was your date." he spits the words. I take in the scene before me, Egil sitting disorganized on the floor with an unknown bottle in hand. He sways a bit, looking distraught.

"Are you drunk," I ask.

He chuckles," of course. What else is there to do at a time like this?"

"Sleep, if I had to suggest something," I joke, more nervous than amused right now. He snorts a loud laugh.

"Funny," he points at me, waving his drink around," one of the traits that bruise me so easily. Like a fruit falling out of a tree and hitting the ground too hard." I quirk a brow. Alright, he is drunk.

"Poetic, I think it's time for you to get some sleep," I crouch before him," you think you can make it to your bed after you send me back?" he sneers, rolling his head against the cabinets.

"Always with that damn demand," he takes another swig," I don't want to do that anymore." I huff. I guess I'm relaxing here tonight. Reaching forward I grab his arm to tug him up.

"Alright, time for bed, Egil," I help him stand. He stumbles as he gets to his feet, bumping into me. I steady him, holding his waist. He takes the moment to swing his arm around me, nearly making me fall as he drops on me.

"What was that outfit your wore the last time," he mumbles near my face, the stank of his alcohol burning my nose.

"My dress," I ask as we make the trek to his bedroom.

"Yea, the dress," he grins, giggling like an idiot," I liked it."

"Thank you, my mother got it for me," I answer as we reach his door. I swing it open, tugging him in. He bumps and nudges me till he falls onto his bed. I take the relief to catch my breath, he is a rather heavy and sloppy drunk. Couldn't hold at least some of his own weight?

He turns onto his back, kicking off his footwear with a dopey grin on his face. Sliding up the bed he looks to me, gesturing me over. In my experience with drunks, this I what we call a bad idea. I take a step closer, still a good enough distance to get out of reach. He gestures me closer. I don't budge, he sneers. Snatching my wrist he tugs me closer, using his other hand to cup the back of my neck. My face is uncomfortably close to his.

"You have the prettiest eyes," he pets at the back of my neck," like weeping gems in the deepest caves of Turmore. Which is fitting because your beauty is so grand it nearly makes me weep in pure joy." I glare at him utterly confused. I gulp hard.

"Are you always like this when drunk," I nearly squeaked. He shrugs, dropping my wrist to pet at my face.

"You bring out the weird in me," he scrunches his nose.

"Ok," I grab his hands and push them away," you need to sleep, I'll be on the couch." I try to take a step back but he pulls me back.

"No," he whines, pulling harder. I fight against him, trying hard not to fall on the bed. With a well-timed tug, I'm pulled against his chest and twisted onto my back. Leaning on his forearm and stretching the other on the opposite side of my head he glares down at me. His stare is hard and focused unlike before. I look between his eyes, waiting with bated breath for his next move.

Egil lowers himself till his lips are near my ear," I want to tell you something."

"y-yea," I try to turn to him but my cheek bumps his. His answer is to kiss my cheek. My heart flutters in my heart like a loose door in a storm. I'm stuck between uncomfortable and uncontrollably excited.

"I don't like our deal anymore," he bumps his head against mine," I feel more and more idiotic for suggesting it."

"why," I shift back to look at him. His eyes are barely open, either from the drink or something else. It doesn't look erotic but he keeps acting this way. He shifts so he can grab my hip, petting me with his thumb.

"I was stupid," he falls to his side, resting his head on his pillow," I was scared of you. Now I'm terrified of you."

"What," I ask offended. I try to crawl out from under him but he circles his hands around my thighs and rests his head on my chest.

"You like our conversations and you're really funny. I don't want to stop seeing you," he rubs his face against my shirt," please don't stop seeing me." his grip a bit harder, trying his hardest to not let me have an inch to get out. I pet at his head, trying to placate him.

"It's alright," I coo," I'm not leaving, I'm right here."

He grunts," for how long?"

"let's just live in the now, Egil. Let me up and try to get some sleep, I'll be here in the morning," I try to push him off. He clenches harder, looking up with his chin pressed against my sternum.

"You can sleep here," he suggests.

"No, that's not appropriate," I scold. He snickers, leaning up and pressing a kiss to my neck.

"Neither is pushing your mate away but I already did that," he makes me shutter as he licks my skin. I take a deep breath, very caught off guard with his attentions.

"How about we talk about this in the morning," I offer," just go to sleep." he grunts, pressing his face in the crook of my neck. I can't bother to try and push him away, somehow enjoying the weight of him on me. I pet at his head, trying to lull him to sleep.

"Good night, love," he brushes his nose against my jaw.

His eyes flutter open, closing as he grins. He stretches, tugging me close, and bumping his head against mine. It's after a moment that he stiffens, pushing me away as he sits up. Laying on the opposite side of the bed I watch his startled expression. He looks from himself to me then the bed. His features strain into a frown.

I sigh," Good night, babe."

I wake the next morning to soft snoring rumbling near my ears. Taking a deep breath I peek my eyes open, looking at Egil lounging on me. His arm is thrown over my chest, hugging me close to him as he sleeps. I take the quiet moment to admire him, look at his lax features. The urge to pet his face is strong. I give into it for a moment, feeling his soft skin on his cheek.

"Don't get grumpy," I yelp. He relaxes partially, more confused than anything.

"Why are you in my bed," he asks.

I chuckle half-heartedly," I've heard a similar question when we first met."

"Kari," he says sternly," please explain."

I fluster, grabbing the blanket to cover most of myself," I don't wanna."

"Why?"

"Because you might get mad or embarrassed," I answer. That doesn't seem to help as he scoots farther away.

"Kari, I'm asking nicely, what happened?"

I nibble my cheek as I debate answering. Surely sober him wouldn't have the same ideas at drunk him. Does he honestly want me to stick around? Will he want to hear about how he kissed and licked my body before falling asleep half on top of me?

Will he still think my eyes are pretty?

"You got drunk. That's it," I answer quickly," I put you into bed and you didn't want me to sleep on the couch because you are so kind. So you let me use your bed and here we are."

His brow furrows," Is that all?"

I hide under the blanket some more," No."

"Kari," he scolds," what did I say?" I debate lying, saving his feelings-and mine- from this recap. Nibbling on my cheek I try to gain some courage.

Peaking over the blanket I ask," do you really regret making that deal with me?"

Egil stiffens, grabbing a fist full of blankets in a harsh grip. I wince at his discomfort. I bet if he regrets anything right now it's saying that last night. He takes a moment for himself, looking towards the room before meeting my eyes. He sighs, dropping his chin towards his chest.

"Yes, more than anything," he grumbles. I nearly pop up from under the blanket like a whack-a-mole.

"Really," I ask," I mean, why?"

He winces, shrugging as he thinks of an answer. "I don't know. A lot of reasons. I just think not having you around anymore would be…a great loss. Having you as a friend has been great and I don't want that to end."

"You want to keep me around as a friend," I ask, feeling a stab at my heart for such a lacking suggestion. Does he only see us as friends? I don't want to be brazens and assume that we can be much more but…it couldn't hurt.

He sighs," No, I don't think I could muster the strength to keep things platonic with you. Especially after seeing you in that dress."

I grin," better than the towel?" he peaks at me, giving a teasing smile. It feels easy to talk with him like that, the tension already ebbing away.

Feeling brave I shift the blanket off myself and crawl over towards him, stopping as our legs touch. I hesitate to touch him, using stubborn courage to grab at his hands.

"Egil," I start," I don't know a lot about all this and you suck completely at trying to explain it. Yet, I can feel something here and it's beginning to grow. I really want to know now, before it's too late, if you honestly want to give this a try. Ever since the night with the dress I haven't been able to get that angry scowl out of my mind. I don't want to ever see you angry. Grumpy is fine but angry, I can't handle it. It made me realize that I want to make you happy and being here with you is the one way I know for sure that I can make that happen. So, do you want to try?"

Egil squeezes my hand, watching me in harden focus. I wait for his answer, craving his answer. The battle is clear on his face as he tries to think of something, anything, to say. In the end, he just grabs my face and tugs me into a kiss.

It's surprising at first, to feel his thin, long mouth against mine. Yet, his sweet taste draws me in as I cup his face. He tells me all I need to know in just a simple action. Though he is a man of many words, this moment didn't demand such talent. I part from him to rest my head against his.

"I want a date night with you," I smile, feeling silly demanding such a thing.

"What's a date night," he asks.

"Dinner, movies, cuddling and kissing on the couch," I answer. He nods, thinking about it.

"Will you wear that dress again," he perks up. I press a sweet kiss to his mouth.

"If you want," I smirk.

"Then it's a date, hopefully, I'll get to see you in the towel next time," he flirts. I scoff, playfully hitting his chest. He laughs, tugging me into a hug and another kiss. I pet at his cheek, smiling like a dork.

"Maybe if you play your cards right, I'll be in less than a towel."

He growls in excitement.

#12 days of christmas #12 tropes for christmas #Enigma-IM #monster boyfriend #alien boyfriend #alien x human #soulmate #exophilia

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Walsh

Final Part, PART THREE

Also, sorry this is so long. I just wanted to post the whole thing this weekend. So enjoy babes!

Warning: smut, violence, gore, breaking and entering, sarcasm. So much swearing. Mentions of Shane c*ck.

A/N: funny story, I've hated Shane since the Walking Dead aired originally because I thought he was cocky and I was like fourteen. Well, now I'm a 22yr old adult and GOOODDDAMMMN it, Jon Bernthal is a great, wonderful actor and so, so easy on the eyes.

@thewhitewolfownsme thanks for getting me hooked ;)

Kennedie gets up to look out the window, not one for hospitals, when she sees Walsh heading to his cruiser. She almost knocks, but she didn’t want to make it seem like she actually liked him.

“Where’s Walsh going?” She asks, looking to Rick. He shakes his head and scowls, he didn’t know either. Rick joins her, watching out the window as the horror unfolds before their eyes. A small, petite nurse jogs up to the car and he greets her with a hug and a kiss. He hands off something small, she can’t quite see it, but she can deduce by the way the woman wagged them at him and the way he smiled exactly what they were. Shane looks around to see if anyone saw them before he heads back inside.

“Rick, I don’t want him in here.” She whispers, tears falling down her face.

“I don’t blame you.” He assures, patting her shoulder she sits down. Rick heads out the door to meet Shane before he can get in the door. “You’re a liar too?” He growls as he pushes Shane back down the hallway.

“What?” He asks, his body getting chills.

“Go outside.” Rick orders, jabbing a finger at the door. Shane tries to go back to Kennedie’s room but Rick just grabs his collar and drags him out.

“Rick, what’s goin’ on?” He stammers.

“Tell me you didn’t respond right away because you were eating your lunch.” He seethes.

“I told you, when I was eating the keys fell between the seat.”

“It had nothing to do with little miss muffet and her little lace panties?” He asks, pointing to the cruiser. Shane’s eyes blast wide, nothing but whites as he takes a step back.

“Rick, I can explain-”

“Well you better, because you’ve got Kennedie up there so mad she’s crying.” He jabs a finger up to the window with the half-open curtain.

“Shit!” He shouts, slamming his fist into the hood. “Rick! I messed up once!” He cries, fists quaking at his sides. He paces back and forth in front of the cruiser until it’s black outside.

“Shane, go home.” Rick calls as he walks down the lot to their car.

“I can’t, Rick.” He huffs, sitting on the hood.

“She doesn’t want to see you.” Rick shoots into the night.

“I know. But that doesn’t mean I don’t wanna see her. When I got there, she was laying in a pool of her own blood, Rick. I’ve seen dead bodies and I’ve seen a lot of blood, but that made me sick. I couldn’t do anything. I couldn’t help her. I--I fucked up.” He cries, wiping his face with the back of his hand.

“Yeah, you fucked up, Shane. Unfortunately, I can’t fix this fuck up. She hates you.” He breathes a shaky breath out watching Rick leave. As the lights leave the street, Shane heads inside and slips into her room just to see her, to make her real.

“Pussy. Pussy. Pussy. The only thing that lives in Shane Walsh’s mind. Even when someone is breaking into his best friend’s house, pussy. That must be the way to live, huh? Why don’t you worship me like that? Huh? The way you worship the pussy? I wasn’t even worth a ‘sorry I gotta go’.” She throws her stress ball at him, hitting him upside the head.

“Kennie, I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, comes out smooth to me. Didn’t come out at all to nurse Panties.” She hisses, rolling away from him.

“So we’re back to this? The insults and anger?” He asks. She jerks into a sitting position and looks at him with a wild look in her eyes.

“Yes Walsh! We’re back to square one because I trusted you! And you were too busy getting laid in a hospital parking lot to respond to a burglary at Rick’s! So yes! We’re back to the beginning! I trusted you because you said you really weren’t that bad and here we are in a hospital because you couldn’t keep that precious Shane cock to yourself. You gotta share that shit with everybody!” She screams, Shane just stands there and takes it. He didn’t know what to do, he didn’t want to leave.

“Listen, I’m sorr-”

“I don’t want to hear another fake apology come from those stupid lips! Get out Walsh!” She cries, tears pouring down her face.

“Kennedie please don’t make me go.” He whispers, his bottom lip quaking.

“I don’t want you here! Hell, maybe I’ll get lucky and you and nurse panties’ll be fucking on the empty bed there! Wouldn’t that be a goddamn sight!” She roars, kicking her feet.

“Kennedie, I-”

“Quit saying sorry, Walsh. Get out.”

“Please don’t make me-”

“Like you made me trust you and fall in love with you to find out you’re still the same womanizing dickbag you’ve always been? No. You made me. So get out. I swear to god I’ll call security.” She threatens, grabbing her call button.

“Fall in love with me?” He asks, breath hitching in his throat again, that familiar burning sensation in his throat.

“Does it matter now?” She asks, rising to her feet and walking passed him to open the door. “Leave please.” He faces her and sits in the chair.

“I can’t leave.”

“You can and you will.” She grabs her phone and calls Rick. “Please just make him leave. I-I need him gone. I don’t want to call security and make a scene, but dammit he won’t leave. She sits on the edge of her bed crying, sobbing uncontrollably. How dare he make her fall in love with his stupid smile, and those stupid pools of dark chocolate, and that stupid fluffy hair. He stands in the corner by the door, unable to get any closer, but he just looms, watching her cry.

“Shane?” Rick coos, heading into the room. He finds the large man standing in the corner, a terrified look on his face. “C’mon buddy. We gotta go.” He grabs the other man’s elbow and pulls him towards the door. Digging in his heels, Rick hears a small whisper.

“Please don’t. When I leave, all I see her laying in that pool of blood, Rick. I can’t.” He cries, trying to go back.

“Shane, she doesn’t want you in there so you gotta go. You gotta leave.” He pulls Shane from the room. Her strangled sobs mangle his emotions and he steps into the hallway to breathe. Rick’s hand finds his shoulder. “Shane, it’s okay.”

“It’s all my fault. I went by at eight every day but today. Every other day. I checked four times a day just to be sure.” He begs, trying to make it make sense.

“Shane, they got the guys okay?”

“They did?”

“Yeah.”

“Rick. I’m in love with her, Rick. I’ve been in love this whole time. I was excited about cold pizza and movie night. I made breakfast. I took Carl to school. I was nice.” He stammers, listing off everything he did right.

“I know, Shane. But she’s mad at you right now, okay?” Rick tries to reason with this grown man the way he’d reason with his five year old son.

“Kennie?” Lori’s soft voice breaks through her sobbing. She looks up, swiping away the tears and sniffling. “Shane is pretty beat up over you.” She smiles gently, a hand on her best friend’s knee.

“I bet. So am I.” She cries, letting Lori hug her tightly.

“He fucked up, he knows that.” Lori tries to reason with her, but when she realizes what she’s trying to do, she sits up and frowns.

“No no. Don’t you dare try to stand up for him. He did this to himself. And unlike everyone this man child has ever met, I’m not giving into him that easy. He made his bed, let him lay in it a while.” She retorts, rolling her eyes.

“Listen, I know you’re mad at him. I get it, but Shane isn’t good when he’s mad like this. He starts to drink and make bad choices.”

“And who’s fault is that? Mine? I should just cast aside my anger because Shane might get drunk and pass out? He’s a grown man, Lori! He’s not your child!” She shouts, shaking her head in disbelief.

“I know that. I’m just asking you to --”

“To forgive him for getting pussy instead of answering a call to your house, where your son was, and where I was shot. I’m sorry Lori, I don’t know what kind of hold the Shane dick has on you too, but I’m forgiving him yet.” Lori’s hand smacks across Kennedie’s face before she can stop herself.

“I would never-”

“Oh shut it! I’ve seen the way you look at him sometimes, like he’s a fresh piece of steak. I see it. You two probably had some fling before you and Rick got married and now the Shane dick has the almighty power over you.” Kennedie rolls her eyes as Lori stands and stomps out. Kennedie just laughs. Lori would ruin twenty years of friendship over her husband’s best friend’s dick.

“Rick. Let’s go. Shane, get up and leave. You’re being a child.” She hisses, grabbing Rick’s arm and storming for the door.

“What happened?” He asks, looking to Lori with confused eyes.

“I slept with Shane ten years ago, before you ever thought about dating me. Okay? Please don’t be mad. Anyway, I was trying to talk to Kennie about forgiving him but she won’t.” She huffs, getting it all out in one breath.

“Because Shane was fucking a woman in the backseat of the cruiser when he should’ve been responding to a burglary at your house where your son was. Your best friend was shot. And you think she should just forgive him? He fucked up, Lori. He messed up. I know you like to see the best in everyone, but Shane really needs to reevaluate, hunny.” He offers, explaining to her. “And I’m not mad, it was ten years ago.” He chuckles.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” She heads back into the room and looks to see Kennedie getting up and dressed. “I’m sorry.” Lori calls from the door.

“It’s fine. I didn’t mean what I said to you, but I’m not forgiving Walsh. So if that’s what you’re here for, I don’t have anything to say.” She pulls on her jeans and Walsh’s tee shirt that she’d stolen at a party long ago.

“I know. You don’t have to forgive him, but please forgive me.” She asks, sitting next to her and hugging her.

“I could never stay mad at you.” Kennedie chuckles, hugging back. “The doc let me go, so. I guess I’m outta here.” She pats her knees as she rises and heads out the door.

“Let me drive you home.” Shane begs, grabbing at her hand.

“Let you drive me anywhere? No. Fuck you. I actually never wanna see you again. So.” She shoves him away and walks out the door.

“You can ride home with us. Your car is still in the driveway.” Lori calls as Shane gets into the cruiser. He follows them to Rick’s. Rick gets out and gives Shane a confused look.

“Walsh, go home.” She bites, throwing a fist at him. “Oh my god, Lori. I gotta clean the blood off the floor.” She calls, jogging inside.

“No no, we had cleaners come in hunny.” Lori chuckles, hugging her tight before they go in the house. It was spotless, like nothing happened.

“Wow.” She whispers, taking in the memories of the weekend.

“Tell me something though. Were you and Walsh really hanging out and like, not hating each other?” Rick asks as she grabs her bag.

“Yeah, kinda. He was almost nice.”

“Aunt Kennie says uncle Shane is a woman fighter.” Carl states from the edge of the hallway. Walking tiredly to Lori, he gets up on the counter. “Uncle Shane came and made breakfast one morning. He even spanked aunt Kennie, but she spanked him back. Then they both had white on their butts.” Carl gives a sleepy little smile. “Uncle Shane came back for pizza and they laid on the couch like you do with daddy.” He points to Rick and she feels her cheeks flame.

“I thought you were sleeping you little stinker.” She laughs, tickling him as he erupts into giggles.

“Did you know all my other friends have aunts and uncles who are married. How come you and uncle Shane aren’t married?” He asks, yawning and curling against Lori. She looks ove her son expectantly with a smirk.

“It just wasn’t meant to be little dude.” She smiles sadly, patting his shoulder.

A month goes by without so much as a sound from Walsh. As she’s walking to his apartment, she hears a thump and opens the door to find Shane laying on the floor.

“Wow, look what the cat dragged in.” He gives a drunken whisper as he tries to stand up.

“Yeah, lookie there.” She coos, smiling sadly at him.

“You-look--” He covers his mouth a moment before he sucks in a breath and vomits on the hardwood floor.

“Not as good as you.” She laughs, pulling him up off the floor and getting him into a shower. Tugging off his black tee shirt and his jeans, taking a deep breath before pushing him under the water. “C’mon Walsh, stand up.” She coos, trying to help him. Finishing his shower, she gets him walked to his bed and laid down, tugging off his sopping wet underwear and putting on basketball shorts. He’s snoring soundly when she steps out of the room. Her eyes land on the pizza boxes and beer cans like a frat party had been tossed there in his living room.

“Christ, Walsh.” She whispers, folding up all the boxes and stuffing them into a bag, shoving all the bottles and cans into another. Tidying up the couch, she even vacuums the floor for him. Hearing a groan, she looks up to see Shane standing in the doorway, staring at her with the most bewildered expression.

“Ken?” He asks taking a step into the living room to find it clean. “Kennedie, what are you doing here?” He asks, stepping a little closer.

“You called me and told me you had the perfect idea for Carl’s birthday. And when I got here, you were on the floor drunk. I showered you, not fun.” She snorts, scrubbing the couple of dishes in the sink.

“Did you put these shorts on me?” He asks, raising a brow.

“Yes.” She nods, heading for the door. She turns on one foot daintily and gives him a smirk. Eyes dropping to his crotch and back up, “and I really don’t understand the hype. It’s not that big.” He just laughs, leaning against the hallway wall.

“Bah, you’ll sing a different tune someday.” He crows, wagging a finger at her.

“Shut up, Walsh.” She chuckles, grabbing the handle and heading outside.

“Hey, slow up a minute.” He coos, heading towards her. Cornering her against the door, he leans in, his breath warm against her face.

“Walsh, what are you doing?” She asks, looking up at him through her lashes, her cheeks flushing red.

“Ssh ssh ssh.” He hushes, putting a thick finger against her lips. Instinctively her tongue swipes against her lips and his finger.

“Shane.” She whispers, careful where she put her hands. Planting them on his chest was the wrong move. He leans his weight against her now, her hands pressed into his chest.

“Sweet girl, I think you are the most beautiful girl in the world. I love you.” He whispers, getting so close to her lips his ghost across hers.

“Walsh, I need you to take a step back.” She whispers, pushing him gently away.

“Why? Can’t you see that I’m in love with you?” He asks, looking to her with glossy, dark brown orbs.

“Because you are still drunk and tomorrow you’ll have that cock slamming into some other whore, so I’m sorry Walsh, but your drunk ass is not kissing me.” She steps out and shuts the door. Leaning against the cool wood door to breathe, she hears a thump behind her.

“I love you sober.” He whispers, sending chills down her back.

Carl’s birthday party was at one, and she was there at eleven with the cake. When she got there, Shane’s Jeep was parked in her spot. Typical Walsh.

“Walsh! Your Jeep is in my spot!” She shouts, seeing Shane’s curly top poke above the sofa. He jumps to his feet and her breath hitches in her throat. His sheer size and chest width made her heart patter, but the button up half buttoned and the denim clad thighs. The silver necklace around his neck placed perfectly against his chest.

“What’s the matter?” Shane asks, looking at her and winking.

“N-nothing. Walsh, can you help me?” She points over her shoulder toward the door. His smirk is sexy and sweet, her eyes drinking him in as he saunters out the door. “The uh, the cake-here.” She slips between him and the door of her honda pulls it out. Carefully handing it off to him as her arms start to shake.

“This all you needed?” He asks, eyes drifting to her as he tries to hide a smile. His eyes drink her in; that yellow floral sundress riding high on her thighs, the sandals on her feet, her curls falling over her shoulder.

“Yeah, of course it is. Thank you. At least you’re good for something.” She chides.

“Better be careful, lady! I’ll drop this cake!” He threatens, calculating a wobble in his step.

“Walsh, if you drop that I promise you I will drop you.” She giggles, pulling open the door.

“Ooh, do it baby. I wanna see you try.” He chuckles, daring her to do it. Sitting the cake on the counter, she heads out to her car to get Carl’s gift. Shane follows her out this time, his hand slips down and grabs her ass, gripping tight.

“Shane!” She jumps, holding her breath.

“What baby? You don’t like that? Sh, I know you do. I love you. And I meant that shit. I can’t explain to you how it felt to kneel in your blood and hold you, not knowing what to do.” He whispers, shivering at the trauma.

“Shane Walsh. Stop it.” He leans her into her car and presses his lips firmly, sweetly, promisingly against hers.

“Just say it. You were right.”

“Aw thank you Walsh, I knew I was right.” He pushes her into Rick and Lori’s garage, pulling the door shut behind them. He drives her against the wall, lips soft and sensual against hers as he holds her against him.

“I saw how you were looking at me earlier. You wanted me.” He huffs into her ear as he lets her hands drift across the bare part of his chest.

“Yeah. No shit. I think you're hot.” She stammers, yanking at Shane’s shirt.

“That’s a first.” He coos, wriggling his knee between her legs. “I think you’re hot. Sometimes when I bang other women, I think of you.” She’s taken aback for a moment before she just laughs.

“Shane, shut up.” She grinds through her teeth as she hooks her arms around his neck and tugs his lips to her neck. His lips go to work and her hands massage his bare shoulders. Shane gets them into a spot between the shelves and totes where they couldn’t be seen and he lets her scoop up her skirt and he grabs her panties. When he pulls them down he chuckles, the same black panties he’d teased her about.

“Goddamn you are beautiful.” He hushes as he leaves open-mouthed kisses across her exposed collarbone and up her neck. He stops on her lips, pressing a hot, delicious kiss there.

“Shane. Will you please do your job and fuck me?” She nips through shivers as he takes his time. Her fingers fumble with the belt and she undoes his jeans in record time. Sliding into her, he takes his time to get comfortable firsrt, before his thrusts are fast and hard, a hand covering her mouth because currently there were about twelve little kids inside screaming. “Shane. Shane please.” She whines softly, gripping his hair as he drives up into her, legs quaking as she reaches her orgasm, she grips his ebony locks so tight his scalp starts to tingle, but he likes it. Ramming into her as she clenches and spasms around him, making his heart slam hard into his chest before he sinks into her once more, spilling his hot seed in her. Slipping out with a soft groan, he tucks himself away and tugs . his shirt back on, buttoning it up like before. Half open shirt, necklace hanging around his neck and his heart still pounding, he looks to her to find her still leaned against the wall, eyes closed and breathing heavily. Leaning forward, he grabs her waist and pulls her against him. Gingerly pulling up her panties, he pulls a dark blue hankerchief from his pocket and wipes his seed from the inside of her legs before pulling her panties on the rest of the way. Her arms around his neck, he stuffs the kerchief back in his pocket and starts to hum, swaying with her.

“I do love you.” He coos in her ear, his wide hands splaying to cover almost her whole lower back.

“I love you too, Walsh.” She giggles, softly sighing as she sifts her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Will you quit calling me Walsh? At some point, when we’re married, people will think it’s weird if you’re still calling me Walsh, and not Shane. Or hunny. Hunny works, or baby. But not Walsh.”

“Hey Shane? Get used to it. It’s hard to even call you Shane. I just wanna throw insults at you but it seems wrong now, cause like Walsh dick really is that good.” She laughs, letting him kiss her face; her cheeks, her nose, her lips, and her favorite, he places the gentlest kiss on her forehead and adjusts her dress before he checks his watch.

“It’s twelve-fifteen, baby.” He whispers, sending chills down her back.

“Goddamn it, Walsh. You truly gotta ruin everything.” She whines heading back into the the house through the back door that leads into the kitchen. Lori’s eyes meet hers with a knowing grin as she hands Kennedie some plates and a basket of silverware. Screeching kids come flying into the kitchen in party hats and swimming trunks all kinds of different colors.

“Carl! Not the kitchen!” Lori yells as she grabs a bowl of pasta salad.

“Sorry mom!” He shouts, racing into the living room. Shane’s hand grips her ass as she walks passed the grill with her hands full and she gasps, eyes burning into him as he grins and he and Rick laugh.

“Those two are trouble.” She huffs to Lori as she sees her best friend chuckle with the men. “You too?” She asks incredilously, staring at Lori as though she’d been betrayed.

“Hey Lori! I’m just dropping off Gavin!” A sweet, high pitched voice calls. As she looks to see who it is, Shane stiffens and holds his breath. “Hi Shane.” She coos, giving him a sultry wave. He nods back and wraps his arms around her waist.

“Let it go. I love you.” He whispers into her ear as he holds tight to her, his lips pressing into her neck.

“Shut it, Walsh.” She nips, slipping from his grip and stepping into the house to breathe. He follows closely behind, stepping in with her and leaning her against the door.

“I love you, don’t you get that?” He coos, thumb smoothing her cheek.

“I just--it feels surreal, Shane.” She whispers, letting him pull her against his chest.

“Listen to me, baby. I love you. The minute you shot back at me with insults I was done for. It was infuriating, it was beautiful. And you packed me lunch like some kind of domestic, sweet little house wife, and don’t take offense to that, but I loved it. Every minute. I was the proudest man in King County to go to work with your pink lunch box in the passenger seat of the cruiser. I wanna marry you. I wanna marry you and--and--get old with you. I love you, you fiesty lil thing.” Tears fall down her face as she grips his face and kisses his lips warmly and happily.

“I love you, Shane. I love you so much.” She coos, hugging his neck.

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