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mystic-story-lover · 1 year ago

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Hey there friend! Just popping in to request a soft lil thing with Alex Shelley where the reader wins their first big title in impact and they have a cute little moment backstage afterwards whilst taking some pictures

~ My Champion ~

Alex Shelley x Zoe (Female!OC)

Word Count: 3048

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of smut

Type: Fluff

Summary: At Slammiversary, Zoe wins her first title in a triple threat from Deonna and Trinity. After the three count Alex comes running out to celebrate.

A/N: I know that officially, the men were the main event and Josh walked out after, but I switched that up just a bit to give a little more for the story

Gif is mine

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“Are you nervous for tonight?” Deonna questioned as I sat beside her.

“Is it bad if I say yes?” I smile at her, and she shakes her head.

“Not at all! I know this is something you’ve been pushing to achieve for so long, and you deserve it Zoe.” She replied, placing a reassuring hand on my arm.

We sat and talked for a while, mostly about how the match would go tonight, and having a friend to listen to my worries truly helped. Deonna and I became friends shortly after her arrival in Impact, and it became a tradition for the two of us to sit together before one of us had a title match.

“Babe, there you are.” I heard from behind me, and spotted my boyfriend coming up to us.

“Hey babe, what’s up?” I asked as he wrapped his arms around me from behind.

“Well, I just had a meeting with Scott, and he mentioned that my match has been moved to the co-main event. You, Deonna, and Trinity are going to close the show.” He smiled down at me, and a feeling of dread overcame me.

“What?! When did this happen?” I asked frantically as I began to panic.

“Hey, Zoe, it’s alright. The match will still go on as normal.” Deonna stated, giving my arm a gentle squeeze.

I shifted my gaze to her, and she gave me a soft smile. A warm hand drug itself over my arm, and I glanced up to see Alex looking down at me. He wore a smile as well, and when I looked at him, he placed a kiss on my lips.

“It’s going to be okay.” He reassured me before kissing me a second time.

“You guys are right. I’ve just been so nervous about this.” I sighed before leaning back, my back coming into contact with Alex’s belt. “Shit that’s cold.” I hissed.

Both of them chuckled at my words, and Alex took off his denim jacket before helping me into it. Once he knew it was settled on me, he helped me lean back against him once more, this time the jacket protecting my back from the cold.

“When is Chris fighting?” Deonna asked, and I checked the time from my phone. His match was going to start soon, so we needed to be at the monitor’s for the segment with Alex.

“Soon, which means we should go in a moment.” I spoke, and Deonna nodded at my words.

“I’ll see you later then Zoe. Good luck Alex, you’re going to do great.” She stated before standing up and walking away.

“Are you ready to go beautiful?” Alex asked, massaging my shoulders a little.

“Yeah, I am. I’m going to try and catch Chris before his match.” I replied, and Alex released my shoulders, giving me the chance to stand.

Once I was up on my feet, Alex reached for my hand, and he interlaced our fingers together. We greeted those who we passed in the hallways as we made our way to the interview area, that way, once Chris’ match came to an end, Alex would be there ready to go. When we arrived, Alex released my hand and gave me a gentle kiss to my lips.

“Could you tell him that I’m proud of him?” Alex asked, a hint of sadness in his eyes.

“Of course, and I’m sure he’s going to appreciate it.” I smiled at him, which he softly returned.

I turned around after that, and began walking over to the guerilla. Lio was standing there waiting for his music, and I watched as he bounced on the heels of his feet. Chris was over in the corner talking with the ABC, since their match would be only seconds after this was.

“Zoe, what are you doing over here?” Lio questioned.

“I came to check on Chris before the match, and deliver a message to him for Alex. Are you ready for this?” I replied, and asked as he began to shake his arms.

“A little part of me is, yeah.” He answered, but before he could say more, his music began to play. “See you later!” He called as I began walking towards Chris.

He stopped his conversation as he saw me approach them, and the others welcomed me with a smile.

“Hey, Alex wanted me to let you know that he’s proud of you.” I stated, a giant smile plastered on my face.

“I’ll give him my thanks after the match.” He smiled at me. “I heard you got moved to the main event.”

“Terrifyingly so,” I laughed. “That’s your music, time for you to go.”

Chris nodded, and shifted his face into a serious expression, and walked toward the curtain. Ace, Chris, and I watched as he disappeared before they turned to speak with me.

“So, you’re nervous about the main event?” Chris asked.

“Yeah, I mean this is something I’ve worked for, but it’s terrifying that it’s actually here.” They nodded at this, and we heard Lio’s music begin to play again.

“Well, guess we better get ready.” Ace chuckled, trying to bring light to the situation.

“Give me too sweet.” I smiled proudly.

Ace and I debuted around the same time together in Impact, and we’d always been close because of it. When it was just the two of us trying to make a name for ourselves in Impact, we had each other’s backs, and that never really changed. He was my best friend, through and through, but I was grateful for the other friends I’ve made along the way. Both Sabin and Bey, the Chris’ as we called them, were two of those that came around shortly for me, and we’ve been friends since. The guys too sweeted me, and they smiled as I waved goodbye.

“Hey, babe, I’m over here.” I heard Alex’s voice, and turned my head to the right, spotting him smiling at me.

“Hey you, how did your segment go?” I asked, smiling as I got closer to him.

“It went well, at least I think so.” He chuckled, a smile forming on his face.

“Alex!” Chris called, and I watched as Alex’s gaze shifted, thus causing me to turn around and spot Chris coming our way.

“Hey man!” Alex retorted, and I watched as the two men struck up a conversation.

It was only a few months after my debut in Impact that I met Chris. Everything around me was nerve-wracking, and I was still adjusting to being in a major company. Seeing my nerves, Chris swore to take me under his wing and make sure that I was safe here, and that I was happy with my career. Since then, he’s been one of the people I trust most in life. Not long after meeting him, he introduced me to Alex.

“Babe, are you with us?” Alex waved a hand in front of my face, pulling me from my thoughts.

“Oh, sorry, what did I miss?” I asked, and Chris started to laugh. I playfully punched him in the arm, and he pouted, causing Alex to erupt in a fit of laughter.

“We were talking about our favorite bands to listen to.” Chris replied, rubbing his arm in a dramatic effect.

“Well, mine’s definitely got to be FIDLAR.” I smiled, and Alex nodded.

“No way, there’s so many bands to choose from.” Chris groaned. “How can you just pick?”

Alex and him began to argue over which bands were better, allowing me to get distracted in my thoughts once more. The conversation reminded me of my first date with Alex, and a smile grew on my face at the thought. It started with lunch, which we went to a cozy restaurant, and then he took me around town to explore Detroit. I’d just moved there about a month before, but was so busy with Impact and Indies that I didn’t have the time to get around to it before our date. Once our tour was over, Alex took me for a beautiful stroll of the beach at sunset, and that’s the spot where we share some of our best memories. When Alex asked me to move in with him, we were spending time at the beach, and he waited until the sunset arrived to ask, mentioning that it was his favorite memory from our first date, therefore he wanted it to be as important for this.

“Earth to Zoe, are you still there?” Chris asked, but I didn’t notice.

Everyone knew how I felt about Alex, no matter how much I worked to cover it. Ace was the first to figure it out, and from there he mentioned it to Gia. Second to learn of my feelings was none other than Alex’s best friend, and he instantly came running to me when he realized it. The conversation mostly consisted of “you can’t tell him” and “I won’t but you need to”, even though I never intended to. I wanted to wait for the feelings to disappear on their own, but when Alex asked to talk to me, and told me how he feels, I couldn’t resist the opportunity to tell him the same thing. Once our feelings were known, Alex and I became even more inseparable, much to the annoyance of Chris.

“I think she’s thinking about you.” Chris stated.

“How can you tell?” Alex asked, looking over at me, still lost in my own little world.

“Look at how she’s smiling. She wore that same one when she told me you asked her on a date.” Chris replied, pointing at my face.

“Huh? What’s wrong?” I asked, confusion wrapping itself into my facial expression.

“Ah, there she is!” Chris exclaimed. “Were you thinking about your boyfriend?”

“Yes sir I was.” I spoke matter of factly. “Mostly about how everyone knew how I felt before he did.”

“Well, as much as I’d love to hear about how you were thinking of me, I’ve got to go. Nick’s walking out in a second.” Alex smiled at me before placing a kiss on my forehead, causing Chris to gag.

“Did the other two matches end already?” I asked, completely unaware of how much time had passed.

“Yes, they did Miss Daydream.” Chris laughed and I flipped him off.

“I’ll see you after your match. Good luck babe.” Alex said before kissing me.

“The same to you handsome!” I called as he walked away.

Chris turned to face me, and he wore a smirk, making me know something was up.

“What do you know that I don’t?” I asked, poking him in the chest with my finger.

“Just that Alex has a surprise for you.” Chris said, raising his hands in surrender before walking away.

“What was that about?” Deonna asked as she approached me.

“I’m not sure, to be honest with you. All I know is Alex has a surprise, and he walked away before saying more.” I sighed, bringing a hand up to my hair.

“Weird, maybe it’s something to congratulate you.” Deonna asked with a smile.

“Possibly, but I’m not sure.” I answer her and begin to pull my hair out of the braid it was in.

I ran my fingers through my hair as Deonna and I watched the match on the monitor. Alex was quick with his movements, but it was clear they wanted to show it as Nick had the power advantage to take the win. We watched as Alex hit “Sliced Bread” and heard a hiss behind us, causing me to turn around and see Trinity. I smiled and waved at her before turning back around to continue watching that match. As we continued to watch, more of our friends came over to see how this played out.

“Here is your winner, and still your Impact World Champion, Alex Shelley!” It was announced, and I let out a little scream of excitement. We watched as Alex walked up the ramp, and Chris was right next to me as we waited for him to come back.

“Hey, there’s my champ.” Chris whistled, smiling at Alex.

“Hey man!” Alex laughed, but stopped when he spotted me.

“Congratulations, champ.” I whispered and watched as Alex smiled.

“I did it for us, baby. We’re gonna run this place.” He whispered back, approaching me. I leaned into his palm as he rested his hand against my face, and smiled up at him.

“Get a room you two!” Ace shouted from the crowd, causing us both to laugh.

“She has a match first!” Sabin called back.

“Did you really think I’d miss it?” I asked.

A rupture of “no” came from the group, and I laughed. When everything seemed to go wrong, these were the people who showed me they could go right. I’d always be thankful for my friends here, no matter what happened to me.

“I’m glad I had a spare jacket waiting for me by the way.” Alex laughed, and I blushed.

“Is it okay if I wear this one tonight?” I asked with red cheeks, and he nodded before kissing me so I could go.

A whistle interrupted us, and I knew that it was time for me to get in position. I gave Alex one last peck before walking to right behind the curtain and waiting for my music to begin. Once it played, I walked out, and made my way to the ring where I waited for Trinity and Deonna. As they came out, I moved out of the ring to give them space. When everyone was out here, I slid back into the ring and got into a corner where I waited for the bell to ring.

The match was back and forth for all of us for a while, each trying to hit their signature move instantly. A quick win wouldn’t be easy, that much was clear for us, so we continued to battle it out. As Trinity was about to end the match, I shoved her out of the ring, and hit Deonna with a Shellshock, giving me the opportunity to pin her. I did exactly that, listening as the ref hit the mat three times, and I scored the win. I quickly rolled off of Deonna and watched as she rolled out of the ring, allowing me room to celebrate.

“Here is your winner via pinfall, and new Knockouts World Champion, Zoe Scott!” I grabbed the belt from the referee’s hands, and tears fell from my eyes. I raised the belt above my head, and I could hear the fans cheer for me. Truly, it was a dream come true for me. As I was celebrating, the Motor City Machine Guns song began to play, and both men came running to the ring. Chris instantly wrapped me in a massive hug, allowing me a moment to let my tears out. When we let go, he raised my hand, showing everyone that I was supported by him, causing me to smile in between the tears. After a second, he released my hand, and Alex reached for my other one, using it to twirl me into him before placing a passionate kiss on my lips. Normally, I’d kiss him back, but I was caught off guard as Alex and I weren’t public with our relationship. It took a second, but I did end up kissing him back. When the kiss broke, Alex signaled for a mic, and he was granted with one.

“Congratulations to my wonderful girlfriend on winning her first title here in Impact.” Fans screamed when he used that title, and I smiled as tears continued to roll down my cheeks. “I love you so much Zoe.”

I ran into his arms, belt still in my hands, and he embraced me in a tight hug as we celebrated my win. We spent roughly five minutes in the ring before walking back hand in hand with Chris beside me. Once we were in the back, I released Alex’s hand and ran towards the area where I spotted Ace. At this point, I was wearing the belt around my waist, so I was easily able to run into his arms for a hug.

“You did it Zoe!” He exclaimed, squeezing me. “I’m so fucking proud of you.”

“Thank you for everything Ace, I mean it. You’ve been my best friend for years, and you never once gave up on me.” I cried, and he began to rub my back.

“Zoe, I’ll always be here for you. You’re my best friend.” He smiled as I pulled away.

I hugged him once more before turning around to see Alex. He was smiling at me, and I ran back into his arms, this time jumping for him to hold me.

“We got a wild Zoe on the loose.” Chris joked, and I laughed, throwing my head back.

“Don’t fall now!” Ace chuckled.

“I won’t drop you, don’t worry.” Alex reassured me, sliding one hand up to support my back.

We spent half an hour with our friends, having a blast and reminiscing on past times. By the end of the night, I was exhausted, and I could tell Alex was too.

“Babe, we can go back to the hotel, you know that right?” I sighed as I laid my head on his shoulder.

“I know, but I want you to keep having fun.” He answered.

“All I need to have fun is you.” I whispered and kissed his neck.

“Babe, what are you doing?” He groaned as I placed another kiss.

“Showing you we can have fun too.” I state before kissing higher up.

“We’ll head back and have as much fun as you can handle then,” Alex groaned again as I kissed right under his earlobe. “But I have a question first.”

“What’s up?” I asked, pulling away from him.

“Will you wear my jackets more? They look good on you.” He asked sheepishly.

“Of course I will!” I giggled, excited at the question.

“Good. Now let’s go celebrate.” Alex smirked as he stood up.

“It’s gross to think my best friends are leaving to have sex.” Chris made a disgusted face as he began walking away.

“Oh don’t worry Chris, I’ll make sure to tell you all the details.” I joked.

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darkpeacemusic · 2 years ago

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Rules for my asks/requests

Plz read before asking for requests

Fandoms and characters I will accept (so far):

Stranger Things (Mike, Dustin, Will, Lucas, Max, Eleven, Nancy, Steve, Jonathan)

Slashers (Jason Voorhees, Freddy Krueger, Candyman, pennywise (1990), Ghostface (Stu and Billy), Billy Lenz, Carrie, Chucky, Tiffany, Michael Myers, Bubba Sawyer, Jennifer Check, Norman Bates, Sinclair Brothers, Harry Warden)

Five Nights at Freddy’s (both games and movie) (Michael Afton, Mike Schmidt, Vanessa A., Vanessa Shelley, any animatronics except BB and JJ, Gregory (platonic only), Cassie (platonic only), Abby Schmidt (platonic only), Henry Emily)

Beetlejuice (Lydia Deetz, Beetlejuice)

Final Girls/Guy (Nancy Thompson, Sidney Prescott, Gale Weathers, Ash Williams)

Fullmetal Alchemist (Edward, Al)

Pirates of the Caribbean (Jack Sparrow, Hector Barbossa)

South Park (Kenny, Kyle, Butters)

Creepypasta/Slenderverse (Ben Drowned (platonic only), Jeff, Liu, Sully, Jane, Ticci Toby, Masky/Tim, Hoodie/Brian, Kate the Chaser, Laughing Jack, Eyeless Jack, Slender brothers (platonic only), Sally (platonic only), Dr Smiley, Nurse Ann, Nina, Candy Pop, Jason the Toymaker, The Puppeteer, Clockwork, Rouge, Wilson, Zalgo (platonic only), Nathan, Bloody Painter, Kagekao, Jill, Sadie, Hobo Heart, Cat Hunter, Chris the Revenant, X-Virus, Dollmaker, Frankie the Undead, Judge Angels, Lifeless Lucy (platonic only), Lost Silver (platonic only), Glitchy Red, Dr. Locklear, Lulu (platonic only), Killing Kate, Evan, Lauren, Jeff (from EMH), Jay Merrick, Alex Kralie, Amy, Jessica Locke, Seth Wilson, Will Grossman)

DCEU (Bruce Wayne)

MHA (Deku, Bakugo, Tokoyami, Kirishima, Denki, Jirou, Iida, Todoroki, Awaiza (platonic only), Mina, Tyusu, Momo)

MCU (Tony Stark (platonic only), Steve Rogers (platonic only) Peter Parker, Natasha Romanoff, Thor, Loki, Bruce Banner)

Harry Potter (Harry, Ron, Hermione, Snape, Dumbledore (platonic only), Nevel, Remus, the Weasley twins (Fred and George), Luna, Ginny, Draco)

Boyfriend to Death 1 + 2 (Strade, Ren, Lawrence, Sano, Vincent, Akira, Cain, Damien)

Till Death Do Us Part (Chris, Marcus, Aria, Jack, Ellen)

Alice Madness Returns (Alice)

What I will write

General headcanons

X reader headcanons

Oneshots

Canon x canon headcanons (as long as it's appropriate)

Fluff

Angst

Gender neutral reader

Child reader (plantonic)

NSFW/Smut

Poly (only if the characters are the same age and are not related to each other)

S/Os with certain mental illnesses (eg anxiety, OCD, depression)

What I will not accept

Any specific gender reader (Cuz I don’t want to offend anyone by accident)

Rape

Abuse

Parent S/O

Trans S/O (again trying not offend anyone by accident)

Incest

Pedophilla

Pregnant S/O

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itjazzbicch · 2 years ago

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Filling The Missing Piece

Pairing: Alex Shelley x Fem Reader

Summary: Being a part of the original Motor City Machine Guns, the reader was taken out of wrestling for good when she suffered a career-ending injury. Still friends with Chris and Alex, Alex vents to her about their upcoming match and misses her news. Holding it off, she waits for the right time, coming to show because of a gut feeling that was right and revealing to everyone that she's cleared to wrestle again and after reuniting with Chris and Alex, she and Alex connect like never before…

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY!)

My first time writing for Alex so I hope that I did well!

Word Count: 2.3k

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I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:

"Hey you," My face always lit up whenever Alex called or FaceTimed me. He was in the airport, not looking at the phone but still talking:

"Hey! Just wanted to let you know that I made it."

"Good," I smiled, sitting on the couch and asking, "Ready for your big night?"

"Won't lie, Y/N. This is gonna be rough for me."

A long time ago, I was actually a part of the Motor City Machine Guns. Unfortunately for me, I broke my neck and it put me out of wrestling for good.

Alex and Chris have been through so much, still keeping in touch with me, but it just wasn't the same. Now that they were facing each other, it wasn't the first time, but it still always hit the feelings and I knew this was going to be hard on both of them.

"I know," I sighed, then tried to brighten his mood, "But hey, you guys can move past this. You're like brothers and that doesn't have to change. Also, I got-"

I was going to deliver some huge news to Alex. He's been my best friend for ages, so I felt that he deserved to know first, but he really needed to vent about all of this and continued past me:

"I just don't get why Chris can't understand like, he's got to be world champion. I haven't and I deserve this."

He went on a little about work, how things seemed weird, certain rivalries going on, and while listening, it put this suspicious feeling in my gut.

"But anyway, enough about me," Alex let out, looking to the camera excitedly, "Sorry about cutting you off. What were you gonna say? You got some news?"

"Yeah," I tried to play off and smile, "My realty business is officially in the works and I'm about to make loads of money."

"Get that money girl," Alex laughed along with me, keeping some small talk going till his ride got there and he had to get off the phone.

Once Alex hung up, I sat and thought deeply about everything. That feeling in my gut, some things Chris has told me recently too. Something was going to happen after their match and it wasn't good.

There was one more night till their match and booking a flight for the morning and the night before, I spent packing, digging deep in my closet, and pulling out something I haven't worn in a long time.

My original Motor City Machine Guns jacket and the gloves to match.

At the show, I knew some people who helped me get in and I sat in the crowd pretending to be a fan. By the time Alex and Chris's match came around, my heart rate was through the rough.

Bouncing my leg the whole time, they kept me on the edge of my seat. Fighting all around the ring, exchanging blow after blow and just eating it, reversing out of submissions, hitting each other with their finishers, and kicking out right before three.

Truth be told, I had no clue who was going to win this, but in the end, Alex picked up the victory. I was happy for him because he truly deserved a title shot.

It was obvious though how hard that match was for him, Chris showing that emotion too and before either of them could even get up off of the mat, Deaner and Joe Doering came out and started jumping them.

I knew something like this was going to happen and the crowd became confused when I ran straight into the ring with my hoodie on, swinging a chair as hard as I could, going straight for headshots and when they all saw the Motor City Machine Guns wording on the back of my jacket. They all lost their minds.

My adrenaline was going so fast that I couldn't feel anything, I was moving so quickly and apparently swinging super hard because, after so many shots, Alex and Chris finally picked themselves up, and Deaner and Doering made a run for it.

"Ain't so tough now, huh big boys?!"

God I missed this feeling, still wanted to fight, but with my back turned, I heard behind me:

"Y/N?"

Turning my head to see Chris on his feet, holding his stomach and tears in his eyes. Alex was clinging to the ropes in complete disbelief, also scanning his thoughts and the look in his eyes explained to me that he realized that this is what I was going to tell him yesterday on the phone.

That I was back. That I was cleared to wrestle again after all this time.

Turning around with open arms, I made two finger guns at them, already fighting tears of my own when I smiled:

"I'm back, baby."

"Oh my god," Alex hurried to come over to me, hugging me tight and hiding his face in my shoulder and Chris came to do the same, wrapping my arms around them both as tightly as I could while we cried, the crowd going absolutely crazy for us.

It was such a struggle to stop myself from crying. Once upon a time, I truly thought that I would never wrestle again, that I would never share a ring with Chris and Alex again.

Being here with them, even if it wasn't a match, just to be with them in a wrestling ring, knowing we were back in full force. Hands down, happiest moment of my life.

"You guys don't know how much I missed this," I sniffled, trying to pull myself together, giggling at Chris's disbelief, holding my head:

"Your neck's good? You're really cleared?"

His eyes were a little red already and as I nodded, my attention turned to Alex and predicted:

"That's what you were going to tell me, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, it was," I wiped at my eyes, and to ease the tears, I made us all laugh, "But I'm glad I did it this way. You should've seen your faces."

"Leave us alone," Chris teased, ruffling my hair into a mess and Alex just hugged me again, swaying softly:

"I'm so glad you're back, Y/N. I love you."

"So much," Chris added in, smiling while hugging me one last time.

After the show, it was just like old times. We got to the hotel and I got the chance to show them all the doctor's clearances, that I planned on wrestling in Impact. We got lost in thinking of plans for the future.

It was so much fun and by the time all the lights went out and we planned on going to sleep, I had one of the two beds to myself and I was just staring at the ceiling.

The crowd's reaction to me rushing into the ring kept playing in my head, the way my blood was running, how I felt invincible. I'd never been happier in my life.

Wrestling was snatched away from me and it felt good to yank it back to me. It took a long time, but better late than never.

I couldn't stop smiling, my head turning as there was a shift in the bed Chris and Alex were sharing. Chris was snoring away, but Alex was on his side and smiling at me, still awake.

Scooting over in my bed, I fixed the blankets and patted the empty spot softly for him. Crawling out of their bed as smoothly as he could, he tipped toed over and slid right into mine, whispering:

"Can't sleep?"

"No, my heart's still pumping. I just feel like I'm living a dream," I whispered back.

"I believe it," He smiled, "I'm so proud of you. For not only getting yourself back into good shape but never giving up on getting back in the ring."

Touched by his words, I scooted closer and hugged him, getting teary again, "I missed all of this so much. The traveling, seeing arenas, being in that ring, and just cutting loose. Hell, even the fans that scream and hound me like when I had that wardrobe malfunction that one time."

"I'll never forget that," He giggled softly, rubbing my back as he held me in his arms, "Can't wait to make more memories. You plan on going for the women's title so we can be champs together.?"

"Of course, I'm going for that title," I smiled up at him, "I never lost it and you know that I'm going to kick ass like never before."

He just smiled at me and I could see in his eyes that he truly was proud of me, happy to have me here with him, having a rough night turned out to be the best one.

"When you broke your neck, thinking back on it, it made me realize something. It made me realize that you have to live in the now because you don't know how crazy things can change in an instant," Alex whispered, looking down for a moment, "I don't want to waste any more time or any more precious moments."

"What do you mean?" I tilted his head up to look him in the eyes, feeling how deeper he was breathing, spitting out:

"When I told you that I loved you earlier, you know how I meant it, right?"

"Alex-" Tears started running down my cheeks and when he wiped them away with his thumb, I knew what he meant and just how much he meant it, lips coming down to mine and whispering against them:

"I love you, Y/N."

I need a moment to feel his lips against mine and it felt so right. Alex was that one person who was there for me, even more so and closer than Chris.

Whenever I started kissing him back, there was this feeling that I never felt, growing stronger every time my heart beat, and I quickly realized that it was love. Alex was my love and I let him know:

"I love you too, Alex."

We had such a huge spark, Alex fixing the blankets to keep us covered and climbing on top of me, slipping his shirt off in the process, letting me feel all over and amazing by how he kept himself so built for all these years.

Our kiss grew hotter and steamier by the second, pushing his body against mine and making our hips connect, I broke our kiss to whisper:

"If you wanna go with this, we're gonna have to be quiet."

Looking over at Chris briefly, he was facing the other way and still snoring. He was asleep but I still wanted to be sure.

"Don't worry. He's a heavy sleeper," Alex whispered back, hands under the blankets and kicking his shorts and boxers off, "Like you said, we just have to be quiet."

"That's easier said than done," I was doing the same with my panties and bottoms, keeping my legs spread, my words very true when he looked down, positioning himself and running the tip of cock through my folds, sitting at my entrance:

"It'll be fine," He cooed softly, rubbing my sides softly while pushing his cock in slowly, taking the covers over him so he could lay against me and kiss, "Let's just enjoy making love."

Kissing back helped keep the noise to a minimum, his thrusts staying slow, but inched his cock deeper every time. The way his hips rolled into mine so sweetly and had a delicious burn.

Humming made up for not being able to moan like how I wanted to, but I began to whine softly at how hard that task was becoming, especially when he put his hands up my shirt and kneaded at my breasts, small kisses along my neck and getting lost in thoughts of his own, hips suddenly picking up speed.

"Alex," I gasped out faintly, playing with his hair to try and distract myself, "I don't know if I can keep quiet."

Glancing over to the other bed, he was seeing if Chris was still sleeping the same, meanwhile, I was about to go crazy from how much was built up inside of me.

"It's just so hard," I whined, hooking my arms under his and moaning into his chest, "I love it when you do it like that, Alex."

Knowing what I needed, exactly what I wanted and with how desperate I was becoming, he planted me firmly back on the bed, positioning his knees so the bed wouldn't make any noise, then rolling his hips fast like before.

"Don't worry, baby," Alex cooed softly, pressing into me as much as he could so I could have the contact, moans growing a bit louder but muffled by his chest, "I'm gonna get you there."

"Right there, Alex," I picked up my head to breathe, becoming undone with the consistent smacks at my sweet spot, feeling the squelching ooze of my orgasm, his cock hardly phased by it, hurrying to bite his shoulder and muffle the loudest moan yet, "Alex, I just came!"

Quickly darted his head over to Chris, still sound asleep thank goodness, because that one was rather loud compared to the still silence we had at first.

"I'm sorry about that," I left a kiss at the bite mark on his shoulder, falling back to the pillows and enjoying the last few thrusts he gave me.

"You're perfectly fine," He smiled at the bite mark, then came to hug me, "I really liked that."

"Kinky," I giggled softly, aroused in my mind when he winked:

"Next time we're alone you can find out and we won't have to worry about the noise part."

"That right?" I giggled more, "Gonna make me scream, huh?"

"You'll find out," He kissed my nose, laying on his side and keeping an arm around me to cuddle, "You and I have so much ahead of us."

"It's gonna be one hell of a time," I smiled at him sleepily, cuddling right back and holding his hand, "And we can do it all together finally."

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daddyhausen · 3 years ago

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Hi request can you do a smut with Alex Shelly and his s/o recording a sex tape

sure thing hun ! i don’t know much about him but i am willing to write for him !!

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{ warnings } — smut, 18+ { minors do not interact }, submissive/dominant dynamic, sir/master kink, shower sex, sex tape + filming kink, marking/hickeys, degradation/name calling, mutual masturbation, fingering, edging, multiple orgasms, rough sex, choking, hair pulling, vaginal sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, squirting, creampie

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he had your body stripped bare, perched up upon the bathroom bench beside the sink, naked skin pressed against the mirror, its cool exterior making your flesh shiver with excitement, legs spread awaiting him. with the avoidance of his gaze, you allowed your fingers to dip between your thighs as he prepared himself, his body also void of clothing, phone in hand, casually setting it up onto a tripod, also positioned on the bench.

his lean figure clouded in a fog of steam, the hot water warmed the small hotel bathroom the two of you had enclosed yourself in. the sight made you cunt drip with want, so eagar and needy for him. your index and middle fingers smoothed soft circles around your clit, your sensitive pearl twitching with delight in simply watching him.

he peered back at you momentarily, his stare cold, dominating as soon as he noticed you toying with yourself, having now, two of your own fingers roughly pumping your sweet void, he said nothing in response, only motioning for you to spread your legs wider so that he, and the camera could gain a better view.

you felt confident, watching for yourself on the screen of his phone, often menovering slightly so that you could get a better angle. it was always a delight watching yourself, it sparked an arousal like nothing else, many people would call you egotistical for it, but you did not care. your eyes would flutter from the screen to his frame, noticing that his cock was now firm in his palm, softly pumping himself to the sight of you, soft grunts leaving his lips, only you in frame for the moment.

“you look so fucking good, baby” he grunted through clenched teeth, it sounded more of a muttering to himself, as if he were watching you through the screen rather than in real life. “play with your sweet pussy for the camera…yeah…just like that…”

you giggled at his words, soft moans following as your cunt began to swell with arousal. he knew you were close, but he was not going to let you cum by your own fingers. he intervened, prematurely halting, or in your words, ruining your orgasm. he pried your fingers from your soaked void, your walls still clenching around air as the friction was pulled away. the sensation, the emptiness was soon replaced by his fingers, roughly mimicking the movements of your own. you could not help but cry out in pleasure, your body on the brink of orgasm, shaking and convulsing with such intense desire for him.

“s-sir…” a gentle whimper left your lips, his honorific broken through soft stutters. the tightness of your cunt apparent, thickly clenching, pulsing around his thick digits. you peered up at him, mind so thoroughly fucked out even just with his fingers, lids half-closed, staring up at him through your your eyelashes.

still, nothing. he kept quiet, allowing the camera to capture the sounds of your pleasured screams only, he would be reviewing the footage later on after all. trying your best to suppress your moans, you bit your bottom lip harshly, enough that you were sure that blood would be drawn. his free hand wrapped around your throat tightly, a gasp leaving your lips as he captured them in yours, moaning deeply into your mouth, his tongue in a war with yours.

a pulse formed in your stomach, it was strong, constant, and only increased the more his fingers continued to ruin you. the sensation of his digits stretching your walls, exploring every crevice of your cunt, you could not explain it, it was a whirlwind of emotion, euphoric, intimate, erotic, sinful, even more so as he drew you closer and closer to orgasm/

“cum.” he simply stated, already pushing you past your breaking point where you had no choice but to release.

your head flung back in pleasure, sweetness coating his fingertips, the bathroom bench flooded with your juices. he pulled his fingers from your void, your cunt still seizing with pleasure, wetness still spilling from your already fucked out hole.

making his way back to his phone, he positioned it so that it was now facing the shower, the steam causing a light fog to cover the lens, almost giving the scene a euphoric dreamlike effect. he stepped into the shower, allowing the water to warm his body as he awaited for you to join him. on shaky legs you managed to step down from the counter, slowly making your way towards him, eventually joining him under the warmth of the water.

as soon as the warm droplets hit your skin, he had you pushed against the glass, the shower door cool against your burning skin, his cock pressed up against your ass, grinding against the supple flesh.

“god you’re such a slut for the camera, baby…” he growled deeply into your ear, his thick cock swiping against your dripping folds. “gonna enjoy fucking your pathetic cunt…”

your cunt already primed with your sweetness, making his entrance without fault. his hand returned to your throat, squeezing tighter than he previously had. your round, perky tits pressed up against the glass, in full view of his phone, capturing every lovely second of him ruining you.

“dumb sluts like you deserved to be ruined…” he grunted, momonatily breaking his sentence with each vicious thrust. ones you very much enjoyed. you adored the way he fucked you like this, unrestriced, raw, voilent in the most loving way as ironic as it sounds. when he was rough, you felt the most protected, the most loved. it was something primal, something animalistic had been unleashed inside him, and god be damned if it was not the hottest thing you had ever witnessed or experienced for that matter.

he had released the grip on your throat momentarily, turning his attention to your scalp, a fistful of hair wrapped in his fingers, tugging roughly, pulling you back against his chest. his cock slamming into you with full wanted force, once again in full view of his phone.

your pleasured whines were muffled against the glass, cunt clenching around his cock, just begging for his seed. you hips bucking back against his size, coating his length with your slickness, easing him deeper inside of you. he bottomed out instantly, his cock hitting your cervix with the most wonderous pain, it sent you reeling with pleasure.

“s-sir…” you muttered his honorific again, determined to finish your sentence. “gonna cum…p-please can i-i cum?”

the pace of his thrusts increased, so did his force. it felt as if his cock was going to split you in half! he left a trail of wet sloppily kisses down your neck, accompanying them with deep purple marks, his teeth nipped at the skin softly, a growl emitting from his lips, a signal for your release.

you could not hold on much longer, for his cock was ruining you all to well! your hips pushed back against the force of his cock, edging yourself on until your body could no longer take it. your juices coated his length with a sweet musk that he could never get enough of, your scent was intoxicating even more so when it flooded his cock.

“cum around my cock like the dumb little slut you are” he groaned , reveling in the sweet clench of your cunt around his cock. “such a fucking cock whore, your only purpose is to take my seed, baby…”

he was very much correct in that matter. you loved nothing more that his seed filling your sweet pussy. nothing satisfied you more than watching it drip out from your folds and down your inner thighs. tonight was no exception, he buried himself deep within you, his seed emptying inside your tight warmth, as previously stated, dripping from your soaked folds, down your innner thighs.

he kept himself buried within you, letting your a breath of contentment, leaning down the slightest, muttering a soft, “are you alright?” as he gently pressed his lips to yours as you gave a soft nod in response.

it was a comfort to know his dominant ways were only reserved for such intimate settings and that he would revert back to his original character once it was over. he pulled out of you with a soft groan, much to your dismay, wanting him to keep himself within your walls for much longer than intended.

he got out of the shower momentarily, pausing the recording on his phone, turing it of and placing it upon the counter before eventually rejoining you. he wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin upon your shoulder.

“why don’t we get you cleaned up and then we can watch over the footage?” he suggested with a flirtatious smirk. “how does that sound, baby?”

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im-just-a-mississippi-girl · 2 years ago

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Hey y’all! So I’ve been on an Alex Shelley kick here for the past week or so and I feel like I’ve read everything in the tags for him. This handsome man is taking over my thoughts (not that it’s a bad thing 😉) so does anyone have any recommendations or write for him?

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spotofimagines · 6 years ago

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From Childhood ~ Alex Shelley

A/N: This isn’t completely checked for mistakes so forgive me if there is any. I loved writing this so I hope you enjoy!

Requested by: Anon

Warnings: none

Tagging(If you want to be added/removed just ask): @laziestgirlintheworld @lilwinchester67 @omgcharmingoceans @earl-01 @ghostofviper @dahlia-blossom

“What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.”

Summary: You and Alex have been friends since you were kids but maybe there’s something you both need to admit.

You and Alex were inseparable, you have been since you first met each other. Growing up in the same small area in Detroit, it didn’t take a miracle to know almost everyone there. You loved all the different personalities and lives of those people. But as time went on you slowly disconnected from a lot of them, mainly because you left the city.

However, there was one person that stuck with you. Alex. Little Alex Shelley from down the road who turned out to be The Alex Shelley, the pro wrestler and your best friend of about 25 years. Since you were 10 years old you knew there was something special about him, but you weren’t sure what it was.

Maybe it was his heart and how he had so much love for everything. Maybe it was his passion and how his life was dedicated to the things he cared about. Maybe his spirit and how he always found the fun in a situation. Whatever it was, you connected to him instantly, and not a day has passed since that you haven’t been at each other’s sides. You couldn’t imagine your life without him.

Both you and Alex wanted to be wrestlers so you pushed for your dreams; travelling the world together, often moving companies around the same times too.

This currently landed you both in Ring of Honor. Alex tagged with one of your other best friends Chris Sabin and you wrestled on your own, but you sometimes joined the two in the ring for matches.

You were sat in catering in your ring gear. Your match was 3rd and you liked to be well prepared before you go out. You needed the right mindset to be your best, but one thing tonight was throwing you off.

Alex.

Usually, he was a calming presence before a show, keeping a nice conversation and making you smile. But not tonight. In the past few days, you knew your feelings towards him had changed. He wasn’t just a best friend. He was gorgeous, stunning, inside and out. The same feelings you briefly had for him when you were 14 had started creeping up on you again. He was funny, kind, generous, smart, he was always there for you, and you love him.

You love him.

Something about him made your heart pound. It was the night before that you realised it must have been love. Tossing and turning all night, you couldn’t get Alex out of your head. You didn’t know what to do. There wasn’t a chance you were ruining this friendship over your stupid feelings making it awkward. You would just have to keep them to yourself.

You sat at your table thinking it all through, carefully inspecting Alex whilst he stretched. Your eyes were fixed on his ring gear and the way it clung to his body.

“That’s dangerous.” You turned and looked at where the comment came from, only to find Chris stood behind your chair with one hand on his hip, the other holding a plate of food, raising his eyebrows at you. He chuckled and took a seat next to you after you groaned and sprawled your arms across the table.

“He’s so beautiful.” You whined as you dropped your head on the table, squeezing your eyes shut in despair. “I know,” Chris sighed, “He’s really beautiful.” You laughed and shook your head before leaning your chin on your arms and looking at Alex again.

When Chris first met you and Alex he thought you were already a couple. You were really close and did almost everything together so you could forgive Chris for his easy mistake. He made a bet not long after that you’d end up falling in love but you and Alex shrugged it off.

So yesterday when you went up to Chris backstage and gave him $20 saying he was right, his face lit up right away. He always guessed that, whenever you said something suspicious, you were hiding the fact that you liked Alex so now that you actually did mean it, Chris was having a ball of a time.

Alex turned and spotted you and Chris watching him. He gave a wave to Chris and a wink to you, which Chris took for himself and blew a kiss back to Alex. He smiled and shook his head, brushing off Chris’s actions before picking up his belongings and making his way over to you two.

“Act natural.” Chris whispered to you as he slowly slouched into his chair whilst continuing to eat. You frowned at him in confusion. “What? I am being natural.” Chris looked at you blankly for a second before he rolled his eyes and leaned forward close to you. “You know what I mean. Act like you’re not hopelessly in love with him.” He smiled at you and squeezed your shoulder before leaning back again. You groan, sending a quiet “Yeah, thanks” towards Chris just before Alex arrived at your side.

"How are my two favourite people?" He gave Chris a fistbump and you a light kiss on the temple. Your heart fluttered at his actions and you fought the urge to melt into the table again. "Hey! Where’s my kiss?" Chris shouted before tapping his cheek. Alex kissed his cheek without hesitation and Chris smiled in delight. As Alex went to sit on the other side of you, Chris wiggled his eyebrows at you playfully and mouthed “relax” as he could sense your nerves around Alex.

The three of you fell into easy conversation about your matches and storylines that were coming up. It was heartwarming that you could always talk to each other about anything, no matter the time of day. Even if it did consist of the weirdest topics, like right then when Chris was trying to convince you both that pandas were the best animal on earth.

As hard as you tried to keep your focus on the subject at hand, you couldn’t help but get lost in Alex. The way he sat was driving you crazy. His legs were outstretched with his arms folded across his chest showing his toned muscles, the odd twitch drawing your attention to his biceps as you appreciated his body. He was facing just the right position so the light made his eyes shine perfectly. And the extra glint they got when he laughed had you in awe. On top of that, his voice had you in some sort of trance. It was deep, but not too deep, and soft as he chose the right words to say to Chris, careful not to delve into another absurd debate.

You were starstruck by his beauty and you couldn’t tear your eyes away if you wanted to. You were sat staring at him in admiration when you made probably the worst decision of your life. You couldn’t help yourself as you sighed deeply before exclaiming,

“I love you.”

Immediately a silence fell on the table. Chris stopped chewing as his head darted to look at you with wide eyes. Your face wore a matching expression as you realised what you had just said. You had confessed your love to him. And after only a couple days? God, how senseless could you be?

After a few seconds of stillness, Chris picked up his plate and stood from his seat, moving rather quickly to sit at the Bullet Club’s table on the other side of the room. However, he made sure to be sat where he could see exactly what was going on as he gave a few little head nods to the welcoming wrestlers he had just joined.

None of this was noticed by you or Alex. Alex had yet to say anything and he stared blankly at the table in front of him as though he were in deep thought. You were so embarrassed you couldn’t even look at him. Your eyes scattered over your surroundings and you rubbed your sweaty hands on your thighs before attempting to stand and make a quick exit.

As soon as you moved an inch, Alex’s head shot to look at you. Stutters and half said words spewed from his mouth quickly as he leaned upright and twisted slightly to be facing you directly.

“You... I... erm... since wh... how lo...you...” there was a short pause as he gathered his thoughts properly. You sat facing him sheepishly toying with your hands, waiting for him to turn you down. He looked at the ground with furrowed brows.

“You love me?” He uttered softly before looking you in the eyes. You gulped nervously, thinking you looked stupid. You nodded and looked at you hands, worried that he would tell you to leave and that would be the end of you two.

But what you missed was the gleam in his eyes as he had discovered your true feelings. He smiled and tried his hardest from hugging and kissing you right then and there. Instead, he became aware of your discomfort and grabbed your hands in his, yet you still stayed fixated on your lap.

Alex leaned forward and took a deep breath before whispering in your ear, “What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.” You instantly looked up and into his eyes which were up close to yours. “Wh- Are you for real?” You asked in disbelief. He chuckled lightly at you then, with a huge smile, declared, “Of course I’ve been in love with you since then.” He gave your face a once over, lingering on your lips a little before looking in your eyes again with such affection. “I’d have been a fool not to.” He said quietly, almost reminding himself what he'd known all along.

Your eyes moved to his mouth when his tongue poked out slightly. You shook your head ever so slightly. “I love you, Alex.” Both your heads had slowly drifted together and you noticed how close you had gotten as you felt his breath on your mouth. “I love you, too.” He sighed before he gently pressed his lips to yours.

There was an explosion of passion from the lightest of touches. His hand came up to your cheek, his rough fingers a strange parallel to the sweet, velvety feel of his lips. They were soft against your own and you felt him push deeper into the kiss as he gained more confidence in himself. You pushed back into him as his thumb brushed your cheek gently.

As you felt the loving moment become more heated, you reluctantly pulled away due to your very public surroundings. You explored Alex’s gorgeous brown eyes until a sudden burst of noise pulled you away.

Chris was stood up, cheering and clapping loudly whilst looking at you two with fond happiness. The Young Bucks giggled next to him as the rest of the guys looked in your direction and grins appeared on their faces. “Way to go guys!” Marty hollered before giving a quick round of applause, also joined by Hangman and Cody. “I love you guys so much!!” Chris shouted, still clapping, appearing as though he was about to cry.

You laughed and shook your head at Chris’s wild antics. You turned your head back to Alex, just to find him already looking at you deep in love with a small smirk on his face. Your foreheads fell together before he moved to kiss your head. He mumbled “Let’s go” then grabbed hold of your hand again, this time lacing his fingers with your, and leading you out of catering to the sound of whistles and cheers.

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ringthebethal · 5 months ago

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I believe in....? Joe Hendry/OC/Alex Shelley Chap 2

Thank you for the love on the first chapter so here number 2!

Warnings: Fluff and flashback

In a cozy, sunlit living room filled with boxes and nostalgia, Beth and Alex are in the midst of sorting through forgotten treasures and memorabilia from their past lives. Amidst the boxes, they come across an old, dust-covered box labeled "Beth’s Indie Stuff." The handwriting is faded, the box clearly untouched for years, evoking a past Beth has long since packed away.

Alex turned to his fiancé “Hey, what's this one? Can I open it?"

He reaches for the box, but Beth quickly interposes herself, her expression suddenly tight and protective. "It’s just old stuff from my managing days... from the indie circuit." Beth mumbled

Alex notices the sudden change in her demeanor and frowns, his curiosity deepening. "Is this from when you used to manage Joe? Why haven’t you shown me any of this before?"

Beth sighs, her hands resting nervously on the box, a mix of nostalgia and discomfort flickering across her face. “I haven’t opened that box since... since Joe and I broke up. It’s full of old memories. Let’s just put it aside, okay?"

Alex, sensing her discomfort but also wanting to share in all parts of her life, wraps an arm around her shoulders and gives her a gentle kiss on the lips. "It’s your past, Beth, and it’s okay. Maybe it’s time to revisit it. It might even help you move on, you know?"

He smiles reassuringly, and with a reluctant nod from Beth, he gently lifts the lid of the box. Inside, they find old ring gear, faded Joe Hendry merch, and other memorabilia. Each piece seems to carry the weight of memories. As they dig deeper, Alex pulls out a stack of old photos—many of them featuring a younger Beth and Joe, smiling broadly, arms around each other, clearly more than just manager and wrestler. As Alex sifts through the photos, he comes across a small, velvet ring box. Curious, he picks it up.

Alex look curious of the box” What’s this, Beth?"

Beth’s face goes pale as she sees the box, her heart skipping a beat. She quickly reaches out to take it, trying to mask her sudden anxiety. "It’s nothing, just... it got mixed up in there. It’s my Nan’s old ring."

She opens the box to show Alex, revealing a simple yet elegant promise ring. Alex, unaware of its true significance, nods and hands it back to her.

Alex smiled "It’s beautiful. Your Nan had good taste."

Beth nods absently, her fingers tracing the contours of the ring, lost in a flood of memories. Alex watches her, then leans in to kiss her forehead gently. “Whatever happened, it’s all part of what made you the amazing person you are today. I love all parts of you, Beth."

Beth looks up, caught off guard by the affection and understanding in Alex’s eyes. She holds the ring in her hand, feeling its weight as a symbol of a past chapter.

Alex asked curiously “How did you and Joe actually get together? I mean, I know you managed him, but what was the start like?"

Beth wrapped her arm around Alex and laid her head on his shoulder “Well…”

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FLASHBACK

Inside the bustling pub, the air is thick with the aroma of ale and the sound of raucous laughter. Wrestlers and fans alike are celebrating a night of intense matches. Beth and Joe are seated at a crowded table with Grado, Noam Dar, and several other wrestlers, their conversations filled with technical talk and friendly jibes.

Grado jeered "Joe, mate, that dropkick tonight—outta nowhere! Crowd went mental, didn’t they?"

Joe laughed deeply “It felt good, but it was Beth's idea to add that twist at the end. Turned out pretty solid."

Noam grinned “Solid? It was bloody brilliant! And Beth, managing to keep this lug in line—you deserve a medal."

Beth smirked taking a sip of her beer “Oh, it’s all part of the job. But seriously, Joe’s the one taking the bumps."

As they banter, Joe catches Beth’s eye with a grateful look, their mutual respect palpable. Amid the laughter,

Beth leans closer to Joe. "Think we could sneak out for a bit? It’s so loud in here, and I could really use some fresh air."

Joe smiled “Yeah, great idea. Let’s grab a smoke."

They start to stand, gathering their jackets. As they do, one of the other wrestlers at the table, noticing their move, starts to rise as well. "Mind if I join you two for that smoke?"

Before Beth or Joe can reply, Grado, who has been observing the dynamic between Joe and Beth with a knowing grin, chimes in, winking at Joe. "Nah, mate, let them have a wee moment. We’ve got some planning to do for the next show, remember? Let’s give 'em some space, eh?"

The wrestler nods, settling back down, as Grado gives Joe a subtle nod, his expression saying clearly, "Go on, then."

The crisp night air mixes with the warmth emanating from the bustling pub as Beth and Joe find a quiet spot under the dim glow of a street lamp. They light their cigarettes, the orange glow briefly illuminating their faces, creating an intimate space away from the raucous energy inside.

Beth looked to the night sky "It’s nice to catch a break from the crowd, isn’t it? Just to have a moment of quiet."

Joe put his arm around her shoulder “Absolutely. I like the noise, the chaos... but this is nice too. Especially with you."

Their conversation meanders from wrestling to personal aspirations, reflecting the comfort and trust they’ve built as friends and colleagues.

Joe’s gaze lingers on Beth, admiration evident in his eyes. "You know, Beth, watching you manage tonight, it reminded me how incredible you are. Not just at what you do, but who you are."

Beth: smiled shyly “Thanks, Joe. Means a lot, coming from you."

The air between them shifts as they inch closer, the distance closing under the pretense of sharing warmth. Joe hesitates for a moment, then makes a decision, driven by the emotions building throughout the night.

Joe took a deep breath “Beth, there’s something more, something beyond just being great partners... I've felt it for a while now."

Before Beth can respond, Joe leans in, and their lips meet in a tentative kiss that quickly deepens with their pent-up longing and affection. Beth responds eagerly, her hands finding their way to Joe’s neck, pulling him closer. The kiss grows more passionate, their bodies pressing together as if trying to close any space left between them.

As they pull away briefly, breathless, the intensity in their eyes matches the fervor of their embrace. Beth, caught up in the moment, bites her lip and smiles. “Joe, I... I didn't realize—"

Seeing the mutual desire in their eyes, Joe leans in again, this time with a boldness fueled by her response. The kiss is fervent, filled with the release of their long-contained emotions. Beth’s hands roam over Joe’s back, pulling him even closer, their bodies molding together under the streetlamp’s soft glow.

The passion escalates, and Joe whispers against her lips, barely audible over their quickened breaths.

“Beth, come back with me tonight?"

Beth nods, her eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and nerves. She takes his hand, and they break apart just enough to regain composure. With one last deep kiss that promises more, they turn and walk quickly back into the pub. They weave through the crowd, their hands clasped tightly, electric with the new energy between them.

Grabbing their jackets and belongings without stopping for conversation, they give quick excuses to Grado and Noam, who throw knowing glances their way. Smiling, they rush out of the pub, eager to explore the depths of their new connection away from the public eye.

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“That when it officially started” Beth said

Alex grabbed her hand “Thank you for being honest with me”

Beth pulls him in for a kiss “Its me and you now against the world”

Alex smiled down at her. “How about we get Chinese tonight, my treat?”

Beth pulled Alex into another kiss “You know the way to my heart”

“I call them now” Alex smiled running off.

Beth faced dropped as soon as Alex left. She looked down at the velvet box ‘Look like I need to give this back to Joe’ she mumbled

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wrestlewriting · 7 years ago

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#19 [Alex Shelley]

Requested, #19: “I’m good enough, right?” (Prompt from here.) - @thedeboniardevistation

Word Count: 1,284

Author note: This is just all the fluff, ALL OF IT. Semi-based on true events because Alex did in fact adopt a deaf dalmatian and the thing is so freaking cute!!

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One of the biggest reasons you had fallen in love with Alex was because he had such a big heart. He was always willing to help, support, show care towards those that mattered to him. He had certain causes and passions that meant a lot to him, and he was known to sneak in some charity work when home.

Alex never bragged about what he did, never felt it was a big deal. He just did. And if someone ever called him out on his behaviors, praised him excessively, he did everything he could to brush it off and move away from it. He didn’t do good things for the recognition. He did good things because he wanted to and wanted to make others happy.

It was no secret that animals were his biggest weakness.

The first time you’d come home to a surprise animal was a dog. An older dog at that, maybe pushing ten years old if not past it, who looked like some type of German Shepherd mix.

“Um, Alex?” You’d called out from the front hallway, where you were stroking the back of the dog gently. The dog was just standing next to you, letting you do what you did, seeming pleased with the situation.

To say Alex had looked sheepish when he came around the corner was an understatement.

“Hey babe!” His greeting was overenthusiastic and much too saccharine. You just raised your eyebrows, glancing down at the dog, and then back to your boyfriend. Whatever façade he was putting on immediately deflated. “Listen, I know, OK? But Jen’s neighbors moved and just left him. How fucked up is that?”

“So, that’s why there are shelters.” You weren’t trying to be cruel, you loved animals as much as Alex did. But you were also practical. And adding a dog into the mix of your busy lives wasn’t the most sensible move.

“He’s old though. Old dogs don’t last in shelters. They’re usually put down. And that’s not fair. He’s a good dog, he deserves to live the rest of his life with a family.”

“…and we’re that family?”

Alex just smiled gently, giving you his best puppy dog eyes. When you looked down at the actual dog, he was doing the same.

Great. They’re already best buds.

With a sigh and an eye roll, you crouched down to the dog’s face. He tentatively pushed his face towards yours, his cold nose rubbing your cheek.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” you informed the animal. From the corner of your eye, you saw Alex close his eyes and squeeze his fists in a victory motion.

Major, as you learned was the dog’s name, somehow became an integral part of your family over the ensuing months. Despite his age, he was still quite active and adventurous. There were plenty of hikes in the woods, swims in lakes, and visits to local dog-friendly breweries.

It was just under two years since he’d joined your household that you had to make the difficult decision to put him to sleep. You hadn’t been ready to do so. It seemed to come out of nowhere, the way his breathing got shorter and ragged when he did things. Soon enough he was struggling just to make it around the house.

Your local vet, bless them, came to the house to do the procedure. It allowed you to sit with Major on the couch, Alex on his other side, just as he always loved to be.

Five days later, you’d finally stopped crying constantly at the loss.

The second time you’d come home to a surprise animal, you’d been less startled but still not ready.

Alex was on the couch when you’d walked in, the TV on, so you hadn’t at first noticed anything different. He was leaned back against the armrest, so it wasn’t until you came around to the front that you saw what you saw.

“Hey hon,” you greeted. But your attention was immediately drawn to a blanket bundle cradled against his chest. You instantly became suspicious.

“Hello, love of my life,” was his response, looking up at you with that smile.

“Oh for fuck's sake,” you’d groaned. “What’s in there?”

“I didn’t go looking for this, I swear,” Alex defended. “It was just…on the back deck. And looking so…it’s not good.”

And that was when the tiniest kitten head decided to pop out from the blanket nest, followed by a miniature little body. The kitten was short haired, orange and white, scraggly looking all the same. You watched as the kitten climbed up Alex’s chest, latching onto his shirt, suckling. It was clear Alex had attempted to bathe the creature because it didn’t look atrocious, but it still had a sickly look to it.

“I’m not a big cat fan,” you stated, watching as the little paws kneaded against your boyfriend’s body, it’s eyes closed and content.

“That’s cool. I am,” he replied.

The kitten ended up named Ziggy, and you were constantly battling it for Alex’s attention.

The third time an animal unexpectedly joined your family, you were in the kitchen making lunch for yourself. Ziggy, now much bigger than the day he was found, was laid out on top of the refrigerator, watching you as you moved about. You weren’t entirely positive how the cat managed to get up so high all the time, but that was neither here nor there.

What you did know was when the front door opened and the clicking of nails was audible heard, Ziggy was at attention. And when a little Dalmatian puppy came scampering into the kitchen, the cat took off like a shot out of the room.

“Hey there, easy little one,” you spoke to the dog, who was swirling all around your legs, jumping up at your, trying to get every bit of itself on every bit of you. “Settle down, dude!”

“Uh, yea…that’s not gonna work,” Alex stated as he walked into the kitchen.

“What?” Your eyes cut up to your fiancé’s.

“Sooo…yea. He’s deaf.” Looking from Alex down to the dog, and then back up to Alex, you waited for further explanation. “He’s from a breeder, and they were going to have him put down just because he’s deaf. I don’t get why because he’s perfectly great otherwise. So what he can’t hear? Dogs can learn sign language.”

“They can?” You knew hand signs were sometimes used with training dogs, but the idea of a dog learning legitimate sign language seemed farfetched for some reason to you.

“Totally. Watch.” Alex came around the counter to where the puppy was sniffing enthusiastically around the under-trim of the cabinets. As soon as the dog saw Alex, he turned and went towards him. You watched as Alex pressed his first two fingers together on each of his hands, and then laid one set over top the other. The puppy immediately sat down and looked up at Alex expectantly.

“Well then,” you mumbled, as Alex got down on the floor, rubbing all over the puppy happily, who was eating up the attention, his butt wiggling along with his tail.

“Sooo….?” Alex looked up at you with his inquiry, as the puppy climbed all over him, eventually being able to lick his face repeatedly.

“So what?” you questioned.

“Come on baby,” he replied, picking up the dog in his arms and standing back up. The puppy wiggled for a moment, but then looked towards you appraisingly. “Look at him! It’s like he’s saying ‘I’m good enough, right? I can join this family?’”

Alex, you decided, was going to be sleeping downstairs on the couch alone for the foreseeable future in order to take care of the puppy.

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edgessunflower · 1 month ago

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Celiac

Pairing: Chris Sabin x Fem reader

Description: Chris finds out why you don't eat certain things including some of the food he makes or brings you

Chris had noticed you getting a salad and chicken rather than any of the warm pasta in front of you at the catering table which made him think you must have not felt well to eat it that day so he shrugged and grabbed a plate of spaghetti. Later that week he made you homemade chicken noodle soup and bread giving it to you before he got ready and went out for his match coming back to only find Alex Shelley eating the bread while Samoa Joe ate the soup which made him confused and next week he had brought you some stir fry from a local Japanese place but he wasn't expecting to see you give it to AJ, finally after two weeks he had decided to ask around to see if anyone knew why you wouldn't eat certain things or the things he brought and made for you with some only shrugging or saying that you probably didn't feel like eating whatever it was but finally it was when he talked to Samoa Joe that he found out it wasn't that you didn't like his food or that you didn't like him but it was because you couldn't eat certain things due to having celiac disease which meant you couldn't eat gluten foods such as pasta, bread, certain soups, rice, wheat, and barley. He did research and found brands of gluten free foods so that you could enjoy meals like everyone else while also being safe and knowing you wouldn't get sick When he made you homemade tomato soup with gluten free garlic bread you couldn't help but feel your heart swell at his actions leading to you kissing him and that moment changed the friendship between the two of you into something more intimate and pure and your true feelings for each other.

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mystic-story-lover · 1 year ago

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~ Congratulations ~

Alex Shelley x Chris Sabin x Zoe (OC Female!Reader)

Word Count: 3369

Warnings: Swearing

Type: Fluff, Hints at previous smut

Summary: To celebrate their victories at Against All Odds, the boys want to treat their girlfriend to a pleasurable night

A/N: Okay, but what was going to be a smut fic turned into a different idea, and how could I resist

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“Hey there, handsome.” A familiar voice called from behind the brunette, causing him to let out a sigh of relief. When he turned around, he’d spotted his long time best friend, Chris Sabin, with their girlfriend Zoe on his back. A wide smile was spread across her lips as she looked at him, and he couldn’t help but smile back at her.

“I was about to go looking for the two of you.” Alex chuckled, the same loopy smile somehow managed to grow as he looked at his lovers. “What are you up to right now?”

“Little miss hungry decided that she wanted a snack after all, so we were on the way to catering when we found you.” Chris laughed as he watched the woman above him extend her legs, trying to wrap them around the younger man’s waist.

“If you wanted me close to you, all you had to do was ask Pumpkin.” She giggled at the nickname, one he’d given her when their relationship first began. To Alex, it still felt like yesterday, even though ten months had passed since the day that Chris asked the both of them out. By chance, it was also the first day that he’d called her Pumpkin, and when he saw the way her eyes lit up and the gorgeous smile spread wider on her face, he decided to keep it for her.

“I always want you close to me.” Zoe beamed, and continued to use her legs to bring him as close to her as possible.

That’s how it went for the two of them, and it’d been that way since they were friends. One always felt the need to be close to the other, and it just worked. Rarely would you be able to see one without the other, unless they had work business come up, or were traveling at separate times, but even then they’d spend hours on the phone together. When their relationship first came out to their friends, a few had asked Chris how seeing the way his lovers were with each other didn’t make him jealous, when it was completely different for them and Chris. For him it was simple, he liked seeing the two of them happy.

“Do you want to join us for lunch?” Chris popped the question, and Alex nodded. He’d been working on stuff for his match against Maclin later that evening, but had started to become overwhelmed in all of the things playing through his head. Therefore, Scott told him to take some time off, if only an hour, just to ease his mind.

“Lunch sounds amazing.” Zoe groaned, piping her opinion into the mix. Both men laughed, and she pretended to roll her eyes at it.

As the two men walked towards catering, they discussed the details of their matches, while Zoe rested her head against Chris’ back. It was moments like these that she loved the most when they were at work. Something soft and simple, but it meant everything in the world to her.

“Earth to Zoe.” A voice chucked, and she lifted her head to spot Ace Austin now standing in front of the trio. “What happened to the new heels you wanted to wear?”

“They gave me blisters, so I’m going around in socks.” The woman snorted before wiggling her feet out in front of her friend. He only laughed in response before taking a step back when her foot was an inch away from him.

As the group of them continued to discuss Zoe’s shoe buying habit, and her lack of wearing them, they missed Scott D’Amore coming out from behind the corner, a worried expression written across his face. He’d been carrying a clipboard, one that now fell to the floor as he collided with the broad shoulders of the member of Bullet Club.

“Oh, I’m sorry Ace, I was distracted and forgot to look where I was going.” Scott sighed, bending over to pick up the board. When he was uprighted, he turned, spotting the trio, and a small smile appeared on his face. “Chris, sorry to bug you, but I was actually looking for you. We’ve got some things to go over if that’s alright.”

Chris merely nodded, and squatted slightly to help Zoe reach her feet again. When he felt her detach herself from his body, he rose to his feet, and turned to place a kiss on her cheek. After that, he stepped over to Alex before placing a kiss on his cheek as well, and then began walking away with his boss.

“Pumpkin, do you want to climb on my back?” Alex questioned, grabbing her hand to give it a squeeze. She nodded at him, and smiled, appreciative of the offer he’d given her. Without another word, Alex turned and lowered himself to the ground, giving her easy access to his back. Effortlessly, she was able to straddle his back, and wrapped her arms around him for extra safety, thus informing him it’d be safe to stand. Once he was securely on his feet, he reached behind him to place his hands under her thighs, giving her a gentle boost up, forcing a fit of laughter to erupt from her chest.

“To the catering area, because I’m still hungry.” Her voice was bold for the first half, but as she mentioned the hunger, her stomach growled, startling her. This caused everyone to burst out laughing, but before anyone could say anything else, Ace waved goodbye, leaving the couple to go on their adventure.

Once they arrived in catering, they noticed that the tables were full, so they opted to grab some food and hit the locker room, but stopped when Alex heard a voice call for him. He turned his head, spotting Deonna and Steve sitting at a table with a collective group, and he nodded. Zoe pointed out what she’d been craving earlier that day, they began to make their way over to the table. After she was safely on her feet, the brunette pulled the chair out for her, and took his own.

“Blisters again?” Deonna raised an eyebrow, looking over in Zoe’s direction.

“I don’t get why this keeps happening to me.” She sighed dramatically, dropping her hand into her palm for extra measure.

“Maybe it’s time to stop wearing heels.” Gia pointed out, but to no avail.

“I would prefer the blisters.” Zoe let out a giggle, causing the other two girls to laugh.

As they continued to joke around, Alex got a warm feeling throughout his body, knowing that his girlfriend was at peace, something that made him happy. Out of the three, he was the first to show his feelings before the relationship, but he was still nervous to share them because it was for both of his best friends. Even now, he still feels the nerves, but he knows that if things were to get impossible on his shoulders, his partners would be there for him.

“Babe? Are you listening?” A hand waved in front of his face, distracting him from the thoughts running through his mind.

“Huh? What did I miss?” The quick questions informed everyone at the table that he had drifted off into his thoughts, but Zoe knew before he had to say anything. It was the empty look on his face that he wore when distracted by thoughts that she tried to help him through whenever she could. She knew it meant he was remembering times that caused him worry or pain, and she felt a saddening feeling run through her. She didn’t say anything before placing a hand on his and squeezing it, but he knew exactly what it meant.

“I asked if you were ready to head back to Scott’s office.” Steve shrugged, merely checking where Alex was with the setup for the match.

“Shit, yeah I’m good. I’ll see you later Pumpkin?” It could’ve been a simple see you later and goodbye, but for Alex, he needed to know she’d be there for him when he was done.

“You bet that sweet ass of yours.” She winked, and he kissed her before leaving. As Deonna noticed both men were out of earshot, she directed the conversation in a new direction.

“Have you told them?” Her question rang through Zoe’s ears. She hadn’t told them, but there was a plan for tonight.

“After Alex wins tonight I’m planning to tell both of them. How do I even explain this though?” Zoe groaned, lowering her head against the table.

“I still think my idea was fantastic.” Gia slid her point onto the table, and for a moment, it was a high consideration.

“Hey, there’s my girl.” A voice called from across the room, and the women whipped their heads over to see Chris coming over with a smile.

“Mmm, hi there sexy.” A sigh came from her, and she breathed in relief as she didn’t have to worry about it for the moment again.

The rest of the time spent before the show was in the Motor City locker room between the trio. They’d cracked jokes, spent time sharing old memories, and spent plenty of time wrapped in each other’s arms. Typically, Zoe was the middle spoon between her boys, but tonight she bounced back and forth, the nerves keeping her pre-occupied.

“Princess, you want to tell us what’s wrong now?” Chris asked, worry sketched over his baby blue eyes.

“I’m just stressed about the show.” She sighed, shaking her head before sitting down. It’d been difficult to not spill everything to them already, but she was at her wits end, just wanting her guys with this.

“Hey, there’s no reason to worry. Everything’s going to go smoothly.” Chris spoke softly, as he did every time when she was like this.

“Thank you. Hearing you say it helps.” Knocks to the locker room door interrupted any other thoughts, signaling it was time for Chris’ match for the X-Division title.

The three stood in unison, and Alex stepped in front of Zoe, picking her up bridal style, carrying her with him as he and Chris walked to the curtain. As they arrived, Chris received a kiss from them for good luck, much like what happened every match. The remaining two watched as his music played and he left, preparing to become a nine time X-Division champion. They watched on a small monitor for the entirety of the match, and cheered as Chris landed the cradle shock, going for the pin.

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He’d done it, finishing the match via pinfall, and when given the belt, he hugged it as if it were those waiting in the back for him. His goal to achieve this historic reign arrived, and he couldn’t be happier to have the moment.

“There’s my sexy nine time X-Division champ.” Zoe cat-called, winking when he approached her. He smirked, and watched as she patted Alex’s hand, her own way of saying the wanted down. When her feet made contact with the floor, Chris backed her into the wall, and kissed her roughly. At work, she wasn’t used to this kind of intimacy unless it was in the privacy of their locker room, or an empty closet if they were in a rush, so when she gasped, he took it as the chance to slide his tongue in her mouth. The second he pulled away from her, she brought a hand up to her lips, still feeling the kiss lingering. Leaning forward, Chris rested his forehead against the cool wall, helping with the heat from the match.

“I love you.” He whispered in her ear, low enough for only her to hear.

“Chris,” she gasped again. “I love you too.” He pulled his head back before kissing her again, softer this time. When he released her lips, his attention shifted to Alex, and he smiled softly.

“I love you, Alex.” He said, louder this time. Alex's eyes bore the fear that he wasn’t loved in the same way, and Chris could see it, but he’d prove it to Alex in the best way he knew how. “I’m so fucking in love with you.” He spoke the words again before kissing Alex with the same passion he had for Zoe.

“Fuck, Chris, I love you too. I love both of you.” He panted as the kiss was broken.

“I love you, Alex. I love my boys.” Zoe whispered, keeping the precious moment for herself in her mind, wanting to forever cherish it.

Alex grabbed Zoe’s hand, pulling in between the two men before he did the same to Chris, pulling them all together. It wasn’t how they typically hugged, but that didn’t matter in the moment. They had each other, and that was all they needed.

“I hate to be a bother, but we need your girlfriend.” Deonna called, startling the trio.

“That’s alright Deonna, I’ll be there. I just got to say goodbye to my boys first.” Zoe smiled at her, and Deonna nodded before taking a few steps back to give them privacy.

“I’ll still see you before the match, right?” Alex asked, fear overtaking his features.

“Chris and I will be here waiting for you. I promise babe.” She spoke, placing a hand against his face.

“I love you, Pumpkin.” He whispered, placing a kiss on her forehead.

“I love you too, both of you.” She whispered back, and the boys nodded before pulling away from her so she could go.

Her and Deonna walked towards the interview area where Gia stood with Gisele and a whiteboard. On it was written “announcement ideas”, and the first option was the one Gia gave three days prior.

“We’re really doing this?” Zoe laughed, knowing that her friends had come up with this so she didn’t need to worry.

“Of course! Now Gisele and I only have a few minutes so let's get to work.” Deonna laughed as well, and the group of them began to come up with simple ideas for the post show announcement. Eventually, Deonna and Gisele left, giving Gia and her time to come up with some of their own before the other women came back.

“Alright, I know which I’m going with.” Zoe stated, a smile on her face. “However, none of you get to know until the announcement, so be there post match.”

“I’ll bring Steve.” Deonna shrugged, knowing he’d be coming back from the same match.

“Ace will come with me, and he might bring Chris.” Gia giggled, knowing her boyfriend and his tag partner were practically glued to the hip.

“Scott and I will totally be there, since he’ll want to hug Alex anyway.” Gisele spoke, pointing out the obvious.

“I get first dibs, if Chris doesn’t steal him first.” Zoe beamed, knowing the chance of her boyfriend stealing the other were still high.

The women laughed for a moment, and agreed to collectively go out to see Alex and Steve off before their title match. As they approached the men, they dropped their conversation, smiling at the girls. Congratulations for a fantastic match were given to Deonna and Gisele, and everyone could agree it was well deserved. They listened as OVE’s music began to play, as they finished their match, meaning it would be time for Alex’s next. Since there was a video package for fans, Alex took the extra second to wrap his arms around Chris and Zoe, and he placed a kiss on both their foreheads.

“Kick ass handsome.” Chris smiled, smacking Alex on the ass before smirking when he turned around.

“You’re so lucky that you’re adorable.” A playful roll of the eyes came from the younger man, and his music began to play, shifting him into a mode of focus.

“Go put on another banger babe.” Deonna smiled, leaning up to kiss Steve before he left as well. Everyone watched as the match carried on, and over the course of it Scott and Ace arrived, finding their girlfriends in the group of them with ease. As Zoe felt Chris wrap his arms around her waist, she leaned her head back, watching as Alex was lining up the superkick. When it connected, he moved onto the shellshock, the signature combination coming into effect.

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After twenty one years, Alex had finally won his first Impact World Championship. Zoe and Chris screamed with joy, even after knowing how the match would end, and Chris went running out to celebrate. There was a promo planned, and Zoe watched as Frankie came pushing through to head to the ring as well.

“We did it Pumpkin, we fucking did it.” Alex beamed, holding up the title as he and the others came through the curtain.

“I always knew you could.” She smiled back at him, proud at how far he’d come in his career. “Not to spoil the moment, but I have something that will make tonight feel even better.”

“Princess, I don’t know if Alex is going to be up too having–” Chris started before Zoe used her tiptoes to cover his mouth with his hand.

“Not that!” She exclaimed, trying to keep him from spilling their private moments. “I originally wanted to do this between the three of us, but Impact is our family, and this will affect not only our lives, but theirs too.”

“What are you talking about? You’re not leaving are you?” Alex questioned, but she only shook her head, filling him with relief.

“Nothing like that babe. It’s just, well, to say this simply, the two of you have magic sperm.” Zoe spoke, and behind her, Gia could be heard saying that phrase was her idea.

“We have what?” It was Chris’ turn to question her words, causing Zoe to laugh at her reaction.

“If you didn’t hear her, it was Gia’s idea to use the phrase to tell you we’re pregnant.” Zoe spoke, whispering the last two words.

“Pregnant? As in you’re carrying one of us around in you?” Alex's words caused her to smile bigger.

“Well, it’s more like two of you.” Chris’ mouth dropped open at her words. He was excited when she said they were expecting, but to find out it was two babies, he was so happy. “Now, since I’m nine weeks along, we can get paternity tests done whenever you like if you want to know who’s baby it is.” Both men nodded, secretly hoping it was the other’s so they had something of them growing inside their girlfriends womb.

“Can we go now?” Alex asked, reaching for her and Chris’ hand, wanting to hold his lovers in this moment.

“Do you want to shower first?” Her question was met with a small shake of his head, as he was purely excited to know. This caused her to laugh.

“Do your champion things, then we can head out of here.” Zoe spoke, and both men rushed off to finish what was required after the show. Her Impact family surrounded her, some only congratulating her while others wrapped her in hugs.

It’d been two days since the night of Against All Odds when Zoe received an email from the hospital. Thankfully, both of the guys were with her, so when she opened it they got the full experience with her.

“The email is in!” She called from her spot on Alex’s couch, and both of them came running in, forgetting about the snacks on the counter. They’d been waiting impatiently for the results, and the food could wait so long as they knew who they got to share a piece of Zoe with.

“What do they say? Is it Alex’s or is it mine?” Chris questioned, trying to peek over her to see her phone.

“Slow down there mister,” Zoe laughed. “I’m opening it now, but I wanted to wait till everyone was ready.”

“I think we are now.” Alex smiled at her, and she nodded, looking at her phone.

“Oh my god. There’s no way.” She whispered, and both men instantly felt fear run through their bodies. “You both are the fathers. A twin each, but it’s uncommon to happen often.”

“Magic sperm.” Both men stated, but in all reality, it was true.

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bruhlsbees · 4 years ago

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sweet disposition ; 2/? || modern!alex kerner x fem!professor!reader

summary: in a string of odd events, you and alex grow closer - but just as you grow closer, you take two steps back.

pairing: modern!alex kerner x fem!professor!reader

warnings: drinking (alex and reader), smoking (reader)

word count: 10,952 - this one was a doozy

a/n: part two!! here is the set list playlist for the club that is in this part!! thanks everyone for reading this one and enjoying it!! :) if you'd like to be on the tag list please let me know what account to tag as well as if you'd like to be added to this tag list or another fic!!

Sleep didn’t come easy for you that night. While the first day back from break went smoothly, getting back into the routine of teaching again hit you like a wall of bricks. By the end of your second class, you were already feeling yourself begin to drift off, deciding instead of the lecture slides, you’d put on a video discussing who Mary Shelley was and her novel, Frankenstein. Your students didn’t seem to mind all that much, in fact they probably were enjoying the video instead of the slides - still, you couldn’t help but feel bad for slacking.

You were a terrible overachiever - doing your best to be the picture perfect daughter your parents raised you to be. You got high honors throughout your time in school, captain of the girl’s rugby team, a member of the debate team, and at one point you even had two part time jobs. It was incredible that you even managed to keep your grades so well with all that you did.

But that obsessive behavior you were conditioned into left you burnt out after high school. You felt lost, as if you weren’t a person and simply a robot taking orders. You had no idea what interested you or what you even wanted to do with your life. Of course, you went to college, as your parents expected it of you - that and they did oh so graciously pay for your tuition. Your father constantly wished for you to become a dentist, as that was what he did, but your mother wanted you to become a nurse, like herself. But that was just it - you didn’t want to be like them. You were already their child, looking like a spitting image of the two of them, but to live in their shadow, take the torch they passed down to you? That just wasn't you.

It wasn’t until your sophomore year of college that you finally realized what you wanted to do with your life. In your ‘Romanticism in Literature’ class, you realized your love for words. You were deeply inspired by the language of romance and the stories that were created to have you question one's own thoughts. You were especially touched by Mary Shelley’s novel, Frankenstein, which is one of the many reasons you taught an entire section dedicated to her and the novel. As a teacher, your only hope was to inspire students the same way you once were and have them discover their own passions - that to you was the greatest lesson of all.

When you told your parents what you wanted to do, how you wanted to study English and teach at the university, your parents all but bit their tongues. They weren’t fond on the idea of you studying English, as they didn’t see the full purpose of it, but when you explained your interest in teaching, that seemed to be enough for them to support you. Though, even if they didn’t, you would have still continued on. For once in your life, the first time, you finally knew what you wanted to do.

Though the constant bundle of nerves that sat in your stomach never seemed to fade away. Some days were easier than others, but other days, when you stared at the picture of you with your parents on your desk, that bundle of nerves seemed to sizzle until you were left questioning your own motives. Were you even doing a good job teaching? Was this really what you wanted to be doing? Were you making the wrong choice?

The bad nights were the ones that left you awake all night, tossing and turning until the sun came up and the birds began to chirp. The sleepless nights also welcomed your new habit of smoking terrible cheap cigarettes. On average you found yourself having maybe two or three, but that particular night, you woke up to see doubled the amount of butts in the ashtray next to your bed. It was worse than a hangover, the guilt of succumbing to such a poor habit. When you finally managed to get out of bed, you grabbed the ashtray from your nightstand and went into the bathroom, dumping them into the waste bin before setting the tray on the counter, letting out a sigh as you looked at yourself in the mirror.

You would be turning thirty-three by February, and it made you sick. Thirty-three. Jesus, how did you get so old? You knew the cigarettes weren’t helping the older you got; the faint yellow coming through your teeth that was stained from the smoking and excessive coffee drinking, the stray silver slips of hair, hell, even the wrinkles you caught that morning. Pulling at your skin, you frowned seeing the crow’s feet that sat in the corners of your eyes, the lines in your forehead beginning to deepen.

“Great, this is great.”

You knew that obsessing over your age would get you nowhere. If you obsessed over it, you’d be smoking triple the amount of cigarettes and looking even worse by the end of the month. Taking the cup from the counter, you filled it with water and started lapping the water up, setting it back down while you wiped your mouth as you started to get ready for work.

The routine you had for getting ready was perfected into having you be able to get out the door within the half an hour. You were fairly good with getting most of your things around the night before, so all you truly had to do was get dressed, do your makeup, and leave. Coffee was set to be made ready by the time you were heading out the door so all you had to do was pour it and go. Today though, everything around you seemed to be falling apart.

It wasn’t until you were out of the bathroom, ready to sit at your vanity and do your makeup, that you realized you forgot to get around last night. You noticed the chair was empty, leaving you to quickly move to your closet and dig for an outfit. Unfortunately for you, laundry must have slipped your mind over the weekend, because you had no clean work clothes.

Stumbling back, your mouth fell open in shock, and disbelief, as you stared at the empty closet. It was a college, you knew the dress code wasn’t all that strict, but you still liked to keep it semi-professional. Moving back into the closet, you began to flick through the hangers, looking through your shirts, blouses, and dresses that hung up before finally finding a simple green dress in the back.

“This’ll have to do.” You mumbled, pulling it off the hanger roughly, hearing the hanger snap as it broke before hitting the floor. That was the least of your problems right now. You’d deal with it when you got home.

Turning, you pulled your pajamas off from the night and slipped the dress on over you, letting it settle over your body, clinging to your hips before stopping at your calves. You decided on your black vans that day, not wanting to even bother with the thought of heels as you were already beginning to run late. Pulling the chair out from your vanity, you sat down to do your makeup, reaching for the spot where your makeup bag usually sat only to find the space empty. What? It felt like a sick joke at this point, having your whole routine be off on a morning where you needed to be at work.

Extending your hands out, as if to stop the moment, you closed your eyes and tilted your head to the side slightly, “Take a breath, it’s fine. You’re fine. Everything is fine.”

Opening your eyes, you looked at yourself in the mirror and knew that it would just have to be a bare-faced day. The faint wrinkles on your face seemed to be more prominent today, and it would eat you alive all day. Running the brush through your hair, you tried to ignore the flicker of silver as you untangle your hair, soon pulling it back into two low pigtails. You pulled some pieces out to frame your face before realizing you had to get going for work soon.

Coffee though, that wasn’t something you could negotiate. You could deal with wearing no makeup and wearing something out of the ordinary for a day, but coffee was out of the question. It was your morning fuel to get you through the long day of teaching. It was an on-going joke within your friend group in the English department. By the time you met with them at lunch, they already had their guesses as to how many cups you’ve had. The record one day was seven, which made you realize then just how bad your addiction was. You didn’t mind though, other than the staining teeth, you never thought of it to be much of a problem - until you were needing to use the bathroom every twenty minutes.

After gathering your bags up, keys and phone in hand, you went to the kitchen to pour yourself coffee on your way out the door. It didn’t take more than one step into the kitchen when you realized something was terribly off. The smell of coffee that usually greeted you was not there.

“No...you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me!”

Frozen in your spot, you saw that the coffee machine was not on, a warm pot of coffee not made for you to indulge on your way to work. You felt your eye twitch slightly, as if you were on the downhill path to cracking. You realized that though that there was nothing you could do, and you had to leave for work now or be late.

Shaking your head, you headed out of your apartment, slamming the door and locking it behind you before stomping down the steps, grumbling to yourself as you headed towards your car. “So fucking stupid, so stupid...stupid….stupid…”

Stuffing your bags in the back seat, you climbed into the driver’s seat, slamming the door behind you before letting out a frustrated scream, gripping the steering wheel in front of you. When you finally came to you, you let out a shaky breath before pulling the seat belt over you with a click. The tension in your body was oddly familiar, like how you were back in high school when things began to fall apart in your “perfect” life. This had to be the universe’s way of pulling a sick joke on you. Did you do something bad? Was karma getting back at you?

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It didn’t take long for you to get onto campus and into your office. The parking lot was surprisingly not as packed as you had expected it to be, which felt as though at least something was turning up for you. You grabbed your things from the back of your car before rushing in the building, deciding to take the stairs this time - climbing up the three flights, soon reaching the English department.

You pushed the doors open, heading down the hallway towards your office before stopping at the one just three doors down from your own, hearing the familiar set of laughs. Standing in the doorway, you watched as your friend group gathered around, discussing something while staring at the computer that was opened.

It was Jaxon who noticed you first, the film professor that all your friends tried to set you up with. You couldn’t deny his charm and obvious handsomeness, but he wasn’t your type. You saw him as just that, a friend, and sometimes you wondered if he understood that. His expression softened slightly before leaning back in his chair, “Hey, you look like shit.” He stated, causing the others standing around him to turn and look at you.

“God, yeah you do. What the hell happened?” One of your friends, Jess, questioned, moving towards you to look at your face.

Gently pushing her hands away from you, you could only roll your eyes, “It’s called having a bad day...and me not wearing makeup. Thanks for the kind words you guys, as if I’m not already having a shitty time.”

It was Jaxon who laughed at your sarcastic comment, as he always seemed to do, standing up and handing you his cup of coffee, “Here, it looks like you need this more than I do.”

You felt bad, stealing away his precious cup of morning joe. It didn’t even look like he had gotten the chance to take a drink from it, but you were so moody and having a rough time...a cup of coffee was just what you needed. Smiling, you took the cup from him, feeling his hands rest on yours for a moment before your eyes snapped up at him, “Thanks, Jax, I appreciate it.” You mumbled, bringing the cup to your lips before taking a deep sip.

Sighing, you closed your eyes for a moment before opening them, leaning against the doorway, “Sorry, just had a rough first day I guess. I was exhausted last night and didn’t get around. This morning was rather hectic at my place,” You ran your free hand up your face before shaking your head, “Can’t get any worse though. ‘Least I hope not.”

Your other friend, Gihan, who stood beside her boyfriend, another professor within the English department and a friend, Oscar, smiled, leaning into him slightly, “You still coming out with us tonight? I’m sure letting off some steam would help.”

Ah, that. You had forgotten that it was Tuesday - meaning happy hour at the Sour Apple, a club on the other side of town. It was a regular social gathering for the five of you. Heading to Jaxon’s after work to pregame and then head to the Sour Apple until Jess passed out. You were usually always looking forward to going, but this time, you just didn’t know if you had it in you.

“I don’t know...I’m not sure if I’m in the drinking mood today.” You admitted, taking another sip of your coffee.

“Oh come on, just at least go with us. If you don’t wanna come over for pregaming, why don’t you just meet us there? Or we will pick you up on the way, yeah? You can get a nap in before we tear up the dance floor.” Oscar suggested.

Damn them. They always knew how to convince you to tag along. After a moment of silently debating, you rolled your eyes and let out a huff, “Fine, fine,” When your friends let out a cheer of victory, you could only laugh, shaking your head, “But I’m not getting fucked up! I’m not! I got classes tomorrow.”

With a deep laugh, your attention shot over to Jaxon who was back in his seat, looking up at you with a grin, “Yeah, cause we haven’t heard that one before. Wasn’t it just last semester you were showing up to teach hungover wearing the same outfi-”

“Hey! We don’t talk about that!” You couldn’t help but laugh, smiling as you tilted your head back, finishing the coffee before throwing the cup away in the waste bin beside you. When you stood back up, your attention was drawn to the hallway, seeing Alex, the student from yesterday, standing behind you, an almost embarrassed look on his face.

“Hi...sorry, am I interrupting something?” He questioned, his hands holding onto the strap of his bag, looking in the office to see the five of you. You noticed his cheeks going pink, probably feeling bad for stumbling into the office when he did.

You opened your mouth to explain that he was okay, but Jaxon beat you to it. “Alex? Hi, sorry, I’m not having office hours right now. You know that, right?” Jaxon stated, standing up from his chair to make his way to the doorway, standing beside you, almost too close.

You watched as Alex’s nose turned slightly, shifting his weight back, “Yeah...I know. I’m not here to see you.” He noted, clearing his throat awkwardly before glancing your way, as if looking for some backup with the situation.

Moving away from Jaxon and into the hall besides Alex, you looked up at your friend and smiled reassuringly, “Alex is a...semi-new student in my class, I told him he could meet with me today if he had the time to go over some things for the class,” You turned and looked at Alex, smiling sympathetically, “Sorry, Alex, I’ve been having a rough start to the day. Listen, guys, I’ll talk with you later, okay?”

You didn’t notice the look Jaxon and Alex shared between each other as you left to go down the hall to your own office. The two men, nearly standing at the same height, slightly glaring at one another, as if having a silent stand off between the two. When you unlocked your door and flipped the lights on, you turned and looked at Alex, motioning for him to come in. Hearing Alex scuff in, you set your bags on the floor before pointing to the seat at the round table in the middle of the room, “Please, have a seat. I’m just going to get some things out.”

You heard Alex sit in the chair, his bag settling down beside him while you bent over, reaching into your bag to pull out your laptop, glasses, and copy of Frankenstein, in case he had any questions over the text. You weren't entirely positive as to what he wanted to talk about, but you didn’t mind with whatever it ended up being. It was nice to have the time to get to know him. While he wasn’t properly one of your students, you would at least treat him as such.

When you stood back up, turning around to sit down, you noticed his face was rather red, his body tensed as he quickly turned his attention towards the other side of the room, desperately looking at anything else. You laughed the behavior off, sliding into the seat across from him before opening your laptop up. “You’re rather jumpy, I’ve noticed.” You pointed out, eyes scanning over the screen while you read over some of the emails that sat in your inbox.

Looking from your screen and to him, you could only smirk at his expression. It was like he was trying to be mad, but just couldn’t. “Sorry, sorry. Guess I should cool it on the teasing, huh? Second day and I’m already bullying you. I think one of the signs in the hallway would prompt you to report this behavior to the counselor’s office.” Shaking your head, you squinted over the harsh lights before picking up your glasses, sliding them up your nose, looking back up at him.

“So, is there anything specific you’d like to discuss. I know we didn’t get the chance to properly meet yesterday so if you just want to talk, I’m fine with that too. You decide though, whatever you’re comfortable with.”

Alex’s face seemed to cool off, returning to the paler complexion he had, sitting up slightly, his body relaxing, “Um, well, I read some of the book last night.” He explained, bending down to pull out his copy, putting it on the table in front of him. “It was a little hard to get into, but I think it’s just because I was reading it so late.”

You couldn’t help but smile, nodding in agreement, “Yes, I wouldn’t suggest reading this at night unless you’re trying to fall asleep. It can be incredibly dull at points.” Leaning back in your seat, you crossed your arms over your chest, “How do you know Jax- Professor Thorne, by the way?”

The question caught him off guard, not expecting to switch conversation topics so quickly. You realized this and leaned forward again, “Sorry, I just - I didn’t realize you had him for a professor. Then again, I don’t know anything about you except that your name is Alex and you are friends with Denis.” Laughing, you shook your head, closing the screen to give him your full attention, “Why don’t you tell me about yourself?”

Blinking slowly, Alex’s mouth fell open before he quickly caught up, “Oh, I’m a film student. Professor Thorne is one of my main professors. I actually have his class before your’s. He’s teaching ‘Authorship in Cinema’ this semester. I’m in my last year so I’m just finishing the last few requirements I have,” It was his turn to ask a question, “Are you friends with Professor Thorne?”

You felt your mouth turn into a smirk, “Hard to believe, huh? He’s not as bad as he likes to present himself...he can have a soft side. Film student, huh? You like to make movies?” You asked, tilting your head to the side as you waited for his response.

Alex shrugged his shoulders, “More or less...Denis is the one who is more into movies, at least making them. I’d be fine filming the news or something.” After explaining what he wanted to do, he realized how dull it sounded. He was going to school just to learn how to stand behind a camera and film reporters? His mother was probably rolling in her grave.

You recognized the expression as it faltered on his face. It was one of shame, as if his goals and dreams weren’t good enough for the stereotypical standard and admitting them meant he was no good. “You know, my parents weren’t too fond of me teaching English...couldn’t wrap their heads around why I wanted to do something so ‘pointless’. But that’s just it, it was something I wanted to do, not them. If you want to film for the news, Alex, go for it! Nobody is stopping you but yourself.”

The silence that settled in between you two felt heavy, a laugh escaping your lips to lighten the mood, “How’s that for some teacher’s advice?” You shook your head and shrugged, “You said you are a senior? You’ve obviously been doing this for a long time, if this wasn’t something you wanted to do, you would’ve got out a long time ago.”

Sitting in silence, Alex thought on what you said, bringing his fingers together, picking at the skin around his nails. “My mom died not too long ago. It’s why I started going to college actually,” He began, pulling his fingers away from each other to stop picking at the skin. His fingers began to drum lightly on his book. “My sister and her boyfriend have a baby and nobody needs me to take care of them. I think I went into film because it was something I knew how to do to an extent since I work with television satellites and stuff. It’s weird...doing stuff for my own. I guess sometimes I wonder if I’m doing the right thing, because it’s for me and not someone else.”

You listened to him carefully, hanging on every word he said. Dead mother, sister - assuming she is older than him, with a baby. You listened as he went on to explain how his mother fell into a coma and when she woke up he did everything for her - for his family. Of course he was feeling guilty about doing something he wanted to do, he hadn’t been able to put himself first for a long time.

Reaching across the table, a sad smile on your face, you gently placed your hand over his, “You know, Alex, if you ever just need to talk, I’m here. I know you probably don’t want to discuss this with Professor Thorne, but if you are ever just having a bad day, I’ll make myself free for you.”

You had to admit, you were a sucker for the sob story - the broken and troubled upbringing that left someone so fragile. Maybe it was the teacher in you, that enjoyed watching the delicate flowers bloom into something strong and beautiful. Or maybe it was just the human in you - hearing him talk about how after two decades he finally has put himself first, made you take pity on him. Either way, Alex knew how to make your heart hurt.

Pulling away, you watched as his smile turned slightly, taking his hand to move up to his nose, wiping it with the back of his sleeve before dropping his hand back down. “Thank you…” He mumbled, his eyes drawn to the blank space on the table. Alex tried his best to blink away the tears, not sure as to why he was getting so emotional suddenly.

Clearing his throat, he shook his head and looked up at you, who had been watching him carefully, ready to jump and comfort him if things went south. You had dealt with your fair share in emotional students. Typically they were girls, but you wouldn’t deny the gentle embrace for a male student. To say a boy couldn’t cry like a girl, well, that was just ridiculous.

Alex wasn’t expecting to open up so easily with you. He had whole-heartedly intended to come in to discuss the course, ask you a few basic questions about yourself, and go. Alex couldn’t lie, seeing you talking with Professor Dick made his blood boil. How could someone like him associate with someone like you? And to hear you defend him, to say he wasn’t ‘all that bad’...yeah right. It was bad enough that Alex saw him in class, but whenever he wanted to talk with you he’d see him then too.

Perhaps that was what was so wrong about it all. He knew he was jealous of him, of his friendship with you. Not because he looked better than him, no, it was because if Professor Dick wanted to, he could have you. He was your age, a colleague, and enjoyed kissing ass. He would say that he read Frankenstein to impress you, because he knew that was your favorite, but he wouldn’t really.

Alex though, Alex would read Frankenstein for you.

It didn’t cross his mind that you were older than him. He knew that most guys his age were pining after someone their own age. Someone who was still naive, perkier maybe, and would be wrapped around your arm at all times. But Alex, Alex liked that you were older. You held yourself in a different way than other girls. He liked how you had dimpled skin, wrinkles from age, and you weren’t as perky as girls his age.

Jesus, mommy issues much?

So that was it - he enjoyed having someone worry about him for once rather the other way around. When you spoke so carefully towards him, holding his hands and not questioning the tears that so obviously burned in his eyes, he felt safe.

“Thank you…” He found himself mumbling out, looking back up at you with misty eyes. He felt his smile grow as his cheeks ran pink, watching as you nod, your own smile on your face.

“Of course, Alex. I’m glad you came in today to chat, it seems like you needed it. Us teachers, it means a lot to us when our students feel comfortable enough to come and talk with us about personal issues. At least for me, it makes me feel more like a person than just someone who gives you a failing or passing grade.” You admitted, shrugging your shoulders before looking down at your watch. Technically your office hours hadn’t even begun yet, it only being 12:54. You wondered if Alex was hungry, would it be appropriate to ask a student to get lunch?

Before you could even attempt to ask Alex if he wanted to go out, you noticed someone standing in the doorway. Fixing your attention behind Alex, you smiled, seeing Lara, one of your students from your other class in the doorway.

“Oh! Hello, Lara! I’ll be with you in just a minute,” You felt bad for rushing Alex out, but it didn’t seem right to leave a student hanging, “Um, I’m sorry, Alex. I forgot that Lara had emailed me about having a meeting. I’m not sure how long we will be, but if you want to wait we can talk some more after.”

You noticed him frown, clearly not wanting to leave right away, however he gathered his things without an issue, forcing a smile on his face as he stood up, “No, don’t worry about it. Thanks for listening. I’ll see you in class tomorrow.”

Turning on his heels, Alex moved out of the office, bumping into the student, Lara, who tried to take a step in too soon, running into his chest. “Oh! I’m sorry I-'' Looking down, Alex felt his ears grow warm, watching as Lara stared at him for a moment before blushing, “Hi...I’m Lara, I’m in Professor’s class that’s held on Tuesdays and Thursdays.” She explained, taking a step back.

She was cute, Lara, there was no denying that much. But Alex didn’t feel the same spark as he did with you, so when she was painfully trying to flirt with him it just went over his head. “Alex. Nice to meet you. I’m not, I’m not really in her classes,” There was a brief, and awkward, pause, before Alex moved around her. “Uh, sorry, I gotta run.” He rushed out of the conversation and down the hall, quickly making his way out of the department and to his class.

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“I’m just confused as to why we are going.” Denis explained, taking the shot glass from Alex before ‘clinking’ it against his, tipping his head back to take. He gagged slightly at the burn, but finished it nonetheless.

When Alex stopped in earlier that day to meet with you during your office hours, he overheard you and your friends talking about going to the Sour Apple after work. You knew the club they were talking about - it was the one that he lived just down the road from. He didn’t expect you to be the type to go there, but then again, he didn’t know you at all.

But he couldn’t tell Denis that, no. He couldn’t tell Denis that he had the hots for their professor after just one day and he wanted to go and see her. He was a boy, though, so of course he had no real plan as to what he would do if he saw you there. It’s not like he could buy you a drink and ask you to dance. So what would he do? Watch you from the corner like a creep? Part of him truly just wanted to go and make sure that Professor Dick didn’t do anything stupid. It was his caretaker personality kicking in, the need to have to defend you, even though you never asked for it. So what was he going there for?

“Look, you know I’m all for your movies and drinking some beers and watching what you’ve created, but why don’t we go and do something different tonight, yeah? Let’s go down to the Sour Apple and who knows, maybe you’ll even find a girl?” Denis rolled his eyes at the comment, shaking his head before leaning against Alex’s counter.

“Plus, they got happy hour going - or so I’ve heard.”

“Yeah, but on a Tuesday?” Denis shrugged and looked at Alex, with a flicker of concern in his eyes, “No offense, Alex, but you aren’t the best sometimes when holding your liquor. It’s already bad enough when you stumble home from my place, but a bar? You think you’re gonna wake up to see tomorrow?”

Denis was right - Alex suffered under the addiction of two things: beer and cigarettes. During his time taking care of his family, he relied heavily on the two to keep him in check, give him a bit of a release. But now that he was on his own, he didn’t need to rely on them.

“I get where you’re coming from, I do, but let’s just go have some fun, okay? If things really aren’t fun for you, we can come back here and do our usual. Does that sound fair?”

For a moment Denis seriously considered just heading home then, but deep down he knew that the change would be good for them. He had a suspicion though that there was something Alex wasn’t telling him, about why he so badly wanted to go down to the Sour Apple. Finally, after what felt like forever, Denis nodded and smiled as Alex clapped down on his shoulder, shaking him.

“I know you’re gonna have fun, Denny Boy - come on! Let’s get going before all the happy hour drinks are gone.” Pulling his jean jacket over the red flannel he decided to wear that night, Alex grabbed his keys and wallet, stuffing them in his pockets before opening the door to head out, locking it once Denis made his way out. The two trekked down the steps, moving quickly to get outside. Once the two were hit by the breeze of the evening air, they began their journey down the road to the Sour Apple.

It didn’t take long to hear the music booming out onto the street, the neon lights illuminating the block while the line of club-goers waited outside to be checked in. As Alex and Denis waited in the back of the line, he anxiously looked around, seeing if he could spot you with your friends. He wondered if you were here already and inside, or if you hadn’t left yet. Maybe you decided to not come at all? Alex was so worried about searching for you that he didn’t even realize the line was moving until he felt a sudden shove to his back.

“Hey! Pay attention!”

The rough voice from behind sent an instant headache to Alex. Looking behind him, he glared slightly at the older gentleman who towered him that was just as impatient as everyone else. The gentleman had a look on his face, almost testing Alex to see if he’d say or do anything. Denis, however, was the one to pull Alex away, gripping his arm tight as they moved up even more.

“Sorry about him,” Denis quickly rushed out to the angry man behind them, looking at Alex after. “Dude, what is your deal tonight? You aren’t acting like yourself?”

Pulling his arm away, Alex shook his jacket back down as it had bunched up, shaking his head, “I’m fine, man. Let’s just hurry up and get in.”

Alex didn’t mean to snap at Denis, in fact he really didn’t know why he was in such a poor mood to begin with. Yes, there was the boyish lust for you that he had fogging his brain, but that wasn’t enough to give him any reason to snap. As the two continued their way through the line, getting up to the bouncer and showing him their ID’s, Alex let out a sigh once through the door.

“Listen, Denis, I’m really sorry man. I didn’t mean to snap at you back there, that guy just really pissed me off is all.” It wasn’t a complete lie, the guy really did piss him off, but again, it wasn’t enough of a reason to have him snap at Denis.

All Denis could do though was shrug, smiling weakly towards his friend, “It’s cool man, come on, let’s not kill the mood before we even get a drink. Make it up to me by buying the first beer, yeah?”

It was a deal that Alex couldn’t say no to and after nudging his friend, Alex and Denis made their way towards the bar, wedging themselves into a couple seats before ordering the first round.

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You could already feel the buzz settling in once the sudden rush of heat hit you as you made your way into the club. You couldn’t remember what Jax said he put in the punch, but you knew having three cups probably wasn’t the smartest move. Everyone else seemed to be doing just fine, but then again - you also were the one running off of no sleep.

When the five of you got in, Gihan and Oscar instantly took off towards the dance floor, grinding up against one another to the sound of the music. You turned your nose slightly, more so at the sight of how obscene they looked. You heard Jess yell for them to get a room in which Gihan only flipped her off as a comeback. The remaining three of you headed towards the tables that were in the back of the club, grabbing one that would fit all of you before dumping your coats down.

“I’m going to get a drink, who’s coming with me?” Jaxon asked, clasping his hands together before grinning, clapping hands with Jess who announced that she would as well. Shaking your head, you felt Jaxon and Jess grab your arms, pulling you with them.

“So it seems even if I wanted to say no, I wouldn’t have had a choice.” You laughed as you stood at the end of the bar in between the two, waiting for one of the bartenders to grab your order. As you leaned against the bar, you couldn’t help but groan, your feet already killing you in the heels that Gihan and Jess offered you. It wasn’t that your outfit was uncomfortable or you hated it, but you didn’t see why you couldn’t just wear what you were wearing early.

“And what if there is a cute guy there who wants to take you home? You’re gonna leave wearing your work clothes?” Gihan asked, digging through her closet to try and find something for you to wear.

You could only roll your eyes, sitting on her bed, playing on your phone, “Gi, who says I wanna go home with someone? I got classes tomorrow, I’m not trying to wake up at some stranger’s house and figure out where the hell I am.”

Jess could only laugh at your annoyance, flopping down on the bed beside you, “Oh come on now, lighten up a bit. We are only trying to help you. You found your makeup bag and dolled yourself up, might as well finish the look off with something cute.”

Before you could ask why what you were wearing wasn’t cute, Gihan triumphantly stood up, presented the silky white pants and brown one shoulder tank top.

“I have a belt too,” She explained, moving to lay the outfit on the bed, “Snatch that waist of your’s up a bit.” You couldn’t help but laugh, looking down at the outfit before nodding, giving in to the makeover that Gihan was having with you.

“Thanks, Gi, yeah, this is great.” You slipped your vans off first before pulling your dress off, tossing it to the side before putting the outfit on that Gihan picked out for you. It was cute, and you were glad it wasn’t some 2006 hooker look that you feared she would give you - the last thing you needed was for someone you knew to see you looking like you were trying to pick someone up.

It was Jess who wanted to do your hair, pulling it out of the pigtails you had in earlier, fluffing your hair out before pinning some of it back out of your face. “There, now you look ready to go and have some fun.”

“Is that who I think it is?”

Looking up from his drink, Alex frowned, letting the straw dangle between his lips for a moment, squinting over at the end of the bar where Denis was pointing to, seeing Professor Dick and you. He tried to hide his excitement, playing it casual before nodding, “Oh yeah, it looks like it’s Professor,” He shrugged going back down to his drink, “She looks nice.”

The casual comment sent Denis laughing, looking back at Alex who was sipping down his Jack and Coke, “Nice? Man, she looks hot! For a teacher I mean...damn.”

Alex had to fight back his eyes from rolling, the twinge of jealousy settling in him. He knew that Denis was only looking at her because she was out of her typical teaching attire, or so he assumed given he’s only seen her now in two different outfits. Denis didn’t like her the way he did. Alex tried to suck his drink down, chewing on the straw now as he avoided the thoughts that ran through his head. When he glanced back up to see what you were doing, he frowned when he didn’t see you at the end of the bar anymore.

“No way! What are you two doing here?”

Turning around, Alex was pleasantly surprised to see that you had made your way over to them. There was a grin on your face as you shook your head, hands on your hips, “Don’t you both have homework you should be doing?” You teased, laughing as both men blushed.

“Oh, I’m only kidding. I’m sure you kids like to let loose sometimes too. Weird ain’t it though, running into your professor at the club?” You lifted your glass to your lips, finishing it off before wedging between them, motioning towards the bartender for a refill. “I’m buying their next round! I’m at the end seat!” You shouted over the music, watching the bartender nod in understandment.

Alex did his best to not get too hot and bothered by how close you were, your body practically flush against him with how tight the space was as you wedged yourself in the middle. He didn’t realize he was holding his breath until you stepped back. Exhaling, Alex opened his mouth to speak before hearing Denis beat him to it.

“Hey, Professor! Now that you’re here, I actually had a question abo-”

“Oh no, no! I’m not answering any questions about the reading right now,” You let out a laugh and looked over at Alex, motioning towards Denis, “He always a goody-good?”

It was Alex’s turn to laugh, watching as Denis blushed from the teasing that came from you, “Oh yeah, can’t ever get him to loosen up.” He teased, winking at his friend who could only swat at him.

You laughed at how silly the two looked, shaking your head before taking a sip from your glass, “You boys are ridiculous. Listen, I’m going to go and have some fun with my friends...don’t, don’t be ratting me out to the board if you see us doing anything not family friendly, okay? I’ll pretend I don’t know you, if you pretend you don’t know me. Yeah?”

Before you turned to head back to your friends, you pointed at the two bottles of beer that were in front of them that you bought, “And don’t be telling anyone I’m out here buying you guys drinks.” You shot a wink their way before disappearing into the crowd.

Feeling his cheeks grow warm, Alex turned, taking the bottle into his hand before tilting his head back to drink. He typically wasn’t this flustered, but damn did you have to wink at him? Denis, on the other hand, was grinning ear to ear, nudging Alex with his elbow, “See? I told you she’s cool. What professor would buy their students booze at a club?”

Meanwhile on the other side of the club, as you returned back to your seat, you could only think about how silly it felt seeing students at the club. Of course the two of them were allowed, it’s not like they weren’t able to just because they went to school - but running into students at such a taboo place, it made you almost feel...wrong.

You slid into your seat at the table, Jess and Jaxon talking amongst themselves before they noticed you returning. Looking over at you, Jaxon’s smile faded slightly into a frown, “Where’d you go?” He asked, almost sounding possessive.

Trying not to think too much of it, you motioned at the bar, “A couple of students are here and I just went and said hi to them. Alex, a student from your film class, he was one of them. He’s here with one of his friends.”

At the mention of his name, Jaxon frowned, nodding once before glancing over at the bar, “So I see,” He picked up his drink and downed it quickly, setting the glass back on the table before glancing at you, “So what’s up with you and him?” He asked suddenly.

Taken back, you sat back a bit, not being able to help the laugh that escaped from you, “What are you talking about? Up with us? Alex? Jesus, Jax - he’s a student. What do you mean what’s going on between us?”

The way he shrugged his shoulders so carelessly made your blood boil. This wasn’t the first time he questioned our relationship with anyone of the opposite sex. Anyone who could be seen as a threat in any way towards him, he wanted out of the picture.

“He’s not the type to just go to the teacher's office hours. I just think it’s a little weird. You said you just met him yesterday? I’ve known him since he started college, okay? He’s not as nice as he likes to say he is.” Jaxon spun his finger around the rim of his glass. Jess, on the other hand, sat in awkward silence, not sure what to say while you sat on the other side, red in the face.

“Funny, I think the one who isn’t as nice as they like to say is you.” Your comment earned a jabbing glare your way from Jax, who’s own face began to turn red.

“At least I don’t play hard to get.” He mumbled, although both you and Jess very clearly caught what he said. Oh what a turn of events.

“So this is what it’s about? You’re still hung up on the fact that I turned you down?” You let out a laugh, so rocked by the disbelief that you weren’t even sure how to react, “If you weren’t such a presumptuous asshole, maybe I wouldn’t have turned you down.”

And you thought that was it. He fell silent and his drunk brain was malfunctioning, desperately trying to figure out what to say next. What came next though surprised all of you at the table.

It was almost an instinct. You caught what he said to you so quickly and then the next moment your drink was in his face. Serves him right for calling you a bitch.

Pushing yourself off the chair, you grabbed your coat and headed towards the exit, ignoring the calls from Jess and eventually Gihan and Oscar who were returning from the dance floor, confused as to what was all going on.

“Are you dense? What the fuck is your problem?” Jess demanded, shoving Jaxon’s arm as he tried to coward away in his drunk shame. She scoffed and shook her head, grabbing her own coat before beginning to chase after you, calling out your name over the music and crowd of people.

When you burst through the door, the breeze hitting your face, you quickly dug in your coat pocket for the carton of cigarettes, pulling one out before sparking a light, bringing the cigarette into your mouth and taking in a long inhale, blowing it out in a huff.

“Fucking prick.” You mumbled, moving away from the busy line and to the emptier side of the building, leaning against the wall as you smoked your cigarette, looking out at the road as cars rushed by, ignoring the people who walked by you.

You weren’t surprised to hear the sudden rush of clicks that came out of the club, your name called out as Jess rushed up to your side, “Hey, Jesus, I don’t know what that was about. You okay?”

Flicking your cigarette into the road, you exhaled your last puff before turning towards Jess, motioning towards the club, “I mean, yeah, but really what the fuck was that?” You did your best to not project your anger out onto Jess, but you couldn’t help the yelling that soon came out of you. “Who the fuck does he think he is to sit there and question anything I do? Hmm? I’m so sick of him. I’ve been playing nice for months now, defending him to everyone - and this is what I get back?” You shook your head, laughing as you fumbled into your pocket to get another cigarette, “No, I’m done. Done! I ain’t going back in there and I’m not speaking to him.”

Your hands were shaking from anger, trying to spark the lighter and light your next cigarette before Jess finally had enough of watching you struggle, stepping forward to take the lighter from your hand and lit the cigarette herself. You took a long inhale before exhaling, offering it to her, “Thanks…”

She took it without a second though, nodding once before inhaling, “Look,” She began, tilting her head back to blow the smoke out and not in your face, “I’m not saying you gotta listen to what he says, but there’s a good chance he’s not going to remember this in the morning. You gonna tell him or let him figure it out?”

You fell silent, debating with yourself on the best approach to this. “I’ll text him, tell him how it is and he can read it in the morning. Like I said though, I’m not talking with him. Not now, not ever. I’m done. I don’t care if you guys still hang out with him, that’s your choice, but don’t drag me into any group outings again if he’s going to be there.”

Nodding, Jess handed the cigarette back to you, watching as you quickly finished it off yourself, flicking it this time on the sidewalk before crushing it out. “You need a ride home? I can come back and pick you up after we drop Jax off at home.” You shook your head, declining the offer quickly.

“No, no I’ll figure something out. Thanks, though.” You smiled weakly at Jess and watched as she nodded again, reaching down to squeeze your hand. After a moment, she let go and turned, heading back inside to find the others, leaving you to your thoughts outside.

⋆ ⋆ ⋆

Alex had noticed your absence, or at least not seen you, for quite some time now. He knew he shouldn’t be worried, because you were a full grown adult and with friends, but what worried him was when he saw the table you were sitting at with only your friends and not you. At first he waited, hoping you were in the bathroom and coming back soon, but when you didn’t, that’s when he got nervous.

Denis seemed to be in a trance, perhaps it was the last shot he took, sending him over the edge; but whatever it was, he didn’t seem to be paying much attention to Alex fidgeting in his seat beside him.

“Hey, man, look. I don’t mean to be a buzzkill, but I think I better head home,” He hiccuped and groaned, feeling sick to his stomach, “I’m gonna catch a cab home, so don’t wait up for me, yeah? I had fun...see you tomorrow?”

Alex smiled and nodded, standing up to help Denis from slipping, grabbing his jean jacket from the stool before shaking his head, “Let me help you get a cab, okay?” Denis didn’t seem to protest, leaning into Alex’s hold as he pulled him out of the club and out onto the street, waving a cab down before helping Alex into the back.

When he told the cab driver the address, he smiled once more at Denis before patting his chest, “Take it easy, man. Call me if something happens and you need me, okay?” Denis nodded slowly, squeezing Alex’s hand before sighing, “Thanks, man. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Taking a step back, Alex watched the cab pull out, sighing as the sudden rush of cold air hit him, prompting him to pull his jean jacket around him tight. When he turned around on the sidewalk to start heading home, he wasn’t expecting to find you, standing outside, smoking a cigarette.

It took a moment for you to really process who it was, feeling a bit out of it. You had gone back in the club once after Jess left to get a couple drinks, slamming down a few shots out of anger before heading back outside, finishing the carton of cigarettes off shortly after.

Alex was the one to approach first, a worried expression on his face as he stepped closer to you, “Hey, what are you doing out here?” When he was close to your face, he noticed under the illuminated neon sign how red your eyes were, as if you were crying. You wouldn’t admit it to him, but you were, crying pathetically out on the street.

“O-Oh! Hey...Alex…” You felt yourself struggle to make a cohesive sentence, leaning against the side of the building for support. “What are you still doing here? Is Denisss here?”

When you began to slip, losing your balance, Alex was beside you in seconds, catching you and holding you in his arms, “Hey, woah, careful!” He helped you regain your balance, although his arms stayed wrapped around you, “Denis just left...I could ask you the same. Why aren’t you inside with your friends?”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you adjusted your stance, leaning your weight into him. You noticed how warm he felt, despite standing outside in the cold, and how he smelled of a mixture of liquor and cigarettes. To anyone else, you’d probably gag at the smell, but in that moment, it was comforting.

“My friends are not someone I want to see right now.” You explained, turning your head into his chest, resting your cheek against him.

Was it friends? Or someone specific? Alex of course wouldn’t push it - if you could hardly stand on your own, how did he expect you to explain something to him that obviously was a little complex.

He only nodded his head, bringing his hand to your head for a moment, hovering his palm over your head before gently resting it on top of your hair.

“Do you have a way home? Do you need a way home?” He didn’t know if he trusted you or a cab driver enough to make sure you got home safely. It wasn’t something he was too thrilled on, despite the obvious attraction for you, but he began to realize it was your only option.

“Why don’t I take you home? To my place?” He suggested, coaxing you to stand up as he began to walk you down the sidewalk carefully, back to his apartment, “I can take you home in the morning. But you should probably sleep.”

You were the one to stop, pulling yourself away from him slightly. Despite being a little too drunk for your liking, you still felt in your gut that this wasn’t right, “Alex...I don’t know if I can do that. It’s not appro-”

Alex quickly stopped you, balancing you as you began to lean too far back, “I know, but you can’t get home alone. Please, just for tonight. You can sleep in my bed and I’ll sleep on the couch. You can trust me.”

You should have turned away, asked for him to take you back inside to your friends. You would deal with Jax for the extra hour if you had to if it meant ending back up in your own bed...but for some reason, you knew that just wasn’t going to work tonight.

And in some sick way, you did trust Alex. More than perhaps anyone else in that moment. The student you just met, you trusted him more than your own friends.

Nodding your head slowly, after a moment, you sighed and leaned closer to him, “Okay...thank you.” You felt the embarrassment sinking in, the idea of a student taking care of you made your stomach twist...or was it the one too many drinks?

It didn’t take long for Alex to get you to his apartment. He only struggled when it came to the stairs, practically having to carry you as your legs began to turn into jello on the second flight of stairs. He remembered doing this for his mother’s birthday, after her coma, when she wanted an old friend to come over.

He was so drunk, Alex remembered, that he had to help him shower and dress. Thankfully for Alex now, all that was the issue was getting you up the stairs. And finally, when he did, Alex could only sigh in relief, pushing his front door open as he coaxed you onto the couch. He locked the door before returning back to you, kneeling as he pulled your heels from your feet, putting them near the door for you to find easily in the morning.

“Okay, come on, let’s get you to bed.” Bending down, he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you up, tightening his grip so you wouldn’t slip, turning to his right to walk with you towards his bedroom. He did his best to not trip over the stuff on his floor, making sure to watch your feet so you wouldn’t do the same. He became almost embarrassed with how messy it was. Thankfully you were too drunk to realize the mess, and hopefully in the morning you wouldn’t pay too much attention to it.

He got you to lay back on his bed, adjusting the pillows under your head before pulling the duvet up to cover you. “Okay, you good? I’m going to be out in the living room, I’ll keep the dorm open in case you need anything. If you do, just yell and I’ll come in.”

You nodded, eyes closed as you tried to relax. Your head was spinning and your heart was racing. “Thank you, Alex.” You mumbled, body curling under the duvet.

Smiling, Alex nodded and stood up, turning the lamp off, leaving the lava lamp on, before heading out of his room and into the living room again. He let out a sigh as he picked up one of the pillows by the window, a blanket as well, before making his way to the couch, kicking his own shoes off and tugging his jacket off before laying down. Alex adjusted the blanket to cover him before staring up at the ceiling.

He waited until he heard you fall asleep, not taking too long before he heard your deep breathing, a faint snore kick in. Closing his eyes, Alex smiled to himself, soon letting sleep take him over as well.

⋆ ⋆ ⋆

The next morning, Alex woke to the sound of the birds chirping from outside, the sun peeking through the curtain and hitting him in the eye. With a groan, he sat up, rubbing his eyes and processed his surroundings. He felt his eyes droop shut again, tired from the night before. Feeling his phone buzz in his pocket, he leaned to the side and pulled out his phone, looking to see that his boss had texted him, asking him where he was.

It was then that he realized that Alex had work. Muttering a string of swears, Alex quickly texted his boss, explaining that he wouldn’t be able to come in today due to him feeling under the weather. He had hoped that Denis didn’t text something similar - the last thing he wanted or needed was for his boss to call and chew their asses out.

When Alex didn’t get a text back, he assumed that his boss was pissed, but accepted the fact that he wasn’t coming in. Swinging his legs off the couch, Alex took a deep breath, letting out a yawn before pushing himself off the couch, stretching and cracking his joints.

The apartment felt particularly quiet that morning, and Alex couldn’t figure out why. That, and why he was sleeping on the couch. When he headed from the living room and to his room, seeing his bed made, a scribbled note on the pillow, he carefully made his way over, picking up the note.

Alex,

Thanks for letting me stay the night. I’m going to assume that nothing happened and I don’t need to change my name and flee the country - given that we were in separate rooms and wearing our clothes.

While I appreciate the gesture, I would like to apologize for my behavior. As your professor I recognize how inappropriate it was last night and I would like for this to stay between the two of us. Along with that, I think it would be for the better if perhaps you didn’t sit in my class. Instead, go to Professor Thorne’s office hours - I’m sure he would appreciate it.

Again, thank you.

Alex had to read the letter four times before he finally really processed what it was that you wrote. He wasn’t an idiot, he knew Professor Dick must have said something to you last night, and that’s why you were acting this way. But...what if it wasn’t him at all? And this truly was your own words, how you really felt?

Stuffing the letter in his jeans, Alex quickly changed his shirt, freshening himself up before grabbing his school bag and heading out of his apartment. He needed to hear from you what this meant, if you truly meant this, or just what exactly was going on.

By the time he got on his scooter and made it onto campus, it was only going on 12:30, meaning there was a good chance you weren’t there yet. When he made his way up the stairs and into the English department, down the hall to the end where your office was, he stopped short, noticing that you were at your desk, back turned towards the door.

He took a deep breath first, pushing down on the handle before opening the door quietly, knocking on the door to signal you were there before shutting it behind you. When you had turned around, you hadn’t expected to see Alex, with your letter in his hand now. It was then that you felt your face grow hot, standing up from your chair.

“Alex, good afternoon. Is there something I can do for you?” You asked casually, trying to avoid staring at the letter to make it known just how oblivious you were trying to act with the situation. Shaking his head, Alex took two steps forward, stopping when he noticed you take a step back.

“I don’t get it. What happened? I mean, I read what you wrote, but it just doesn’t make sense.”

“What don’t you get?” You felt your eyebrows furrow before looking behind him at the window, making sure nobody was listening before back at him. “Look, I appreciate what you did for me last night, but that was a mistake, okay? I shouldn’t have taken advantage of you like that. I’m your professor and you’re my student. What happened was incredibly inappropriate and I do not feel comfortable right now with everything going on.”

It felt so sudden. The past two days were truly a blur. One minute you were meeting a student who was eager to join your class, the next you were in his bed drunk. Maybe it was what Jaxon had told you that made your head spin so violently, lash out at Alex with your own fear - whatever it was though, you knew that as a professor, your only choice was to be professional.

“So, what? I’m just supposed to walk away from this and pretend it never happened?” Alex asked suddenly his own irritation building. He knew this wasn’t you - it didn’t take a genius to know that you weren’t the type to push a student away like this, even if you had made a mistake.

He took a step forward, his expression softening, “Did Professor Thorne say something to you last night? Did he do something?” He was taken back with just how quickly your own expression changed. Going from a rather solemn one to red, pure rage. It was as if he tripped over the wire of a ticking time bomb.

“Even if Professor Thorne were to have said something last night, that is none of your concern. I’m sorry Alex, but I believe you have overstayed your welcome. Please, leave my office.” You pointed towards the door, eyes shifted down as the tears began to build. You hated making a student feel so confused, so sad, but in this case, you knew it was only for the better.

With his mouth fallen open, Alex stared at you for another moment, almost waiting for you to tell him to stay, that you were sorry and changed your mind. But it didn’t happen, it never came. He stifled a laugh and shook his head, looking her once over before turning and leaving her office, slamming the door shut behind him as he made his way down the hall.

He was slightly disappointed to see that Professor Thorne had not been in his office that day, because if he was, Alex knew he wouldn’t have been a student for much longer.

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Problem Solver

Steve Harrington x Reader

Word Count: 5,668

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Abortion

Author’s Note: Hey guys! Lemme know if you want a sequel to this one, I’d love to explore this concept further!

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The tile of your bathroom floor was freezing on your bare feet, your fleece pyjama pants around your ankles. It was four in the morning, way too early to be awake on any day, especially not a Saturday. But you needed space to do this. You had to be careful.

The pregnancy test was on the counter, the egg timer ticking down slowly. You had never been more anxious before in your life. You crushed the box tightly in your fist, stolen from the pharmacy; you were too anxious to actually pay for it. You couldn’t let the cashier tell your mother about it or even let her see the receipt.

You needed to not be pregnant. Desperately. You couldn’t be pregnant. You were too young, too scared to be a single mother. It had to be a false alarm.

You felt stupid. You should’ve been careful; you should’ve said something when he didn’t have a condom. You should’ve stopped. But you didn’t.

As the timer got closer and closer to the zero, you grabbed it, forcing it to stop before the trilling ring came out, waking up your whole house.

You took a shaking breath, eyes rolling to the water marked ceiling as your clammy hands reached out for the test, tapping lightly on the counter until you hit the plastic test, pulling it over to you. You eyes fluttered shut as you levelled your head again, crossing your fingers in a silent prayer before opening your eyes.

The pink plus sign was clear as day.

Pregnant.

“Fuck…” you muttered, letting your head drop into your hands. You were so screwed.

All you could do was go back to bed, hiding the test in your dresser, climbing up the heap of blankets, begging the universe to let you sleep and to wake up and for everything to be fine again. But you knew that the universe didn’t work that way; you had to face the problem head on. You let hot, fat tears slip down your face, silent sobs wracking through your gut and chest, your throat tightening into a Gordian knot.

At seven o’clock, you forced yourself out of bed and into clean clothes. You forced yourself to the kitchen and forced a spoon of peanut butter into your mouth, the only thing you thought you could keep down, too upset to eat. You grabbed the yellow phone book off the counter, marked up with sticky notes for important numbers. You carried it to your room, grabbing the canary yellow rotary phone off the hall table, drawing the long cord down the hall and into your room, shutting the door and sitting down in front of it, pressing your back against the pressboard door.

You put the phone by your feet, flipping open the phonebook to the list of medical numbers, scrolling through to find a number for a woman’s health centre. There was a Planned Parenthood in Chicago, a three hour drive away, which felt like a risk, but you called anyway.

You could tell that the receptionist on the other end, who introduced herself as Amy, was trying to be nice to you, but it felt forced and harsh, sympathy training gone wrong. She warned you that you’d need parental consent if you were under eighteen before anything could be performed and it would cost $150.00. You told her that you understood and made the appointment for the next weekend.

You decided not to tell the father, he didn’t need to be involved. In fact, you decided not to tell anyone. You took off work the Saturday of your appointment, but you worked all that week, trying to flush your bank account with enough money to pay for the procedure.

If anyone asked you what happened that school week, you wouldn’t have had an answer. Your mind was on other things, on the drive to Chicago and the appointment itself. You just wanted to be done with that week, but Friday night proved to be the longest one yet.

Sitting at dinner with your parents, you pushed peas around your plate, eyes trailing the clock. “Hey ma? I was wondering if I could have the car tomorrow. I’m supposed to go to the mall in Greenville with Vicki and I thought I’d offer to drive us, since she usually gets Tommy to drive us and that means we have to invite Carol and it’s a whole thing.” You rambled, hoping that the influx of information would confuse your mother enough to give you the answer you wanted just to shut you up.

“Sweetheart, you know that your father and I are going to visit Aunt Shelley in Gary this weekend, we need the car. I’m sorry but you’re just going to have to deal with Tommy and Carol.” Your mother replied, reaching over to cut up your little sister’s chicken, smiling easily, as though she couldn’t feel the walls around you closing in.

“Unless of course you want to come along, I’m sure Aunt Shelley and Uncle Marvin would love to see you.” Your father added, but you weren’t listening, anymore. You pushed your plate away from you, tossing your napkin on the table top.

“May I be excused?” you asked. Your mother opened her mouth to answer you, but you were already turning on your heel and heading out of the dining room and upstairs. You had to be alone again. You needed a new plan.

Alone in your room, you forced your window open, your whole body trembling. Your lungs were on fire, eyes stung with tears. All week you’d been emotional, ready to cry at the drop of a hat, and this little change in the plan was the icing on the cake. You stuck your head out the window, forcing cold evening air into your lungs, trying to catch your breath and lessen the lump in your throat. You needed to calm down; you needed to be rational again.

Looking out at the dark street, streetlights like spotlights over the road, you watched as a car pulled into the driveway adjacent to yours, the only car at the house. You watched as a boy with a careful constructed coif and toned shoulders and arms stepped out, tossing what looked to be keys up and down, his entire body screaming ease and comfort.

Steve Harrington.

You and Steve were sort of friends. Key word sort of. He and you ran in similar circles but you’d never had to be close to get through parties at Tina’s and smoking at Tommy’s. But there were times that you were; first in sixth grade when Macy had convinced you that he was in love with you and you developed a tiny crush on him and then in freshman year when he had an actual crush on you and you had assumed he was just trying to be your friend. Both times had ended in awkward heart break for one party and awkward parties for awhile after until one of you moved on. You got your heart broken when you caught him in the closet at Carol’s making out with Mackenzie Fisher, his first ever girlfriend. And Steve got his broken when he asked you out and you laughed in his face, assuming it to be a joke. Since then, things were a bit tense and awkward, though it lessened when he started dating Nancy Wheeler. You always felt like you were skating on thin ice with him, like any second you could mess up and crash through the ice, even with Nancy around cutting the tension and the power of sticky weed and cheap liquor breaking down the walls of your social hierarchy.

But in that, with your head stuck pathetically out the window, his car was more appealing than even before.

Your fingers flew over the rotary dial, the number still engrained in your mind and fingers. You wondered if his mother was home, his father seemingly always gone on business. But when the phone was picked up on the first ring, you knew he was alone, his mother always took four rings to pick up the phone, not allowing anyone else to pick up the phone out of fear of seeming desperate.

“This is the casa de Harrington, Steve here.” Steve greeted, his tone jovial and relaxed. You could practically see him flopped on the overstuffed brown leather couch in their living room, a hand running through his long tresses.

“Hey Steve it’s…uh it’s Y/N.” you said, curling the yellow coiled cord around your finger.

“Oh hey Y/N, what’s up?”

You sighed “Look, um this is weird but…I was wondering if you could drive me into Chicago tomorrow…I’d do it myself but my parents are driving out to Gary and I have an appointment out there. If you can’t help me it’s totally fine, I get it, it’s a weird request.” You sputtered, closing your eyes tight.

Steve was quiet for a long time, at a loss for words. Your stomach dropped, practically hearing the ice crack under your feet. You backtracked quickly “Look, I’m sorry this was stupid, I shouldn’t have bothered you, sorry.” You went to hang up the receiver, but a voice rang out from the other end.

“Y/N, wait.” Tentatively, you pushed the receiver back to you ear, unsure what to say “I can drive you, it’s not a big deal. Just tell me what time we have to leave.” He said, his soft an octave softer, clearly concerned.

“My appointments at ten o’clock, so we have to be out early. I can chip in for gas or we can drive it in shifts if you want, or I can find my own way back if you need-” he cut you off.

“Y/N. It’s not a big deal, I’ll pick you up at seven thirty, okay? If you wanna help, you can bring me a coffee, okay?” he replied easily. Steve was being too giving, too genuine, and it made your skin crawl, like he was watching you.

But you nodded, you got him to spill how he liked his coffee, you held back your giggles when he admitted just how much cream and sugar he needed to make the stuff drinkable, you said polite goodbyes and you thanked him again. Then you went to bed, not bothering to wish your parents a good night. Your body felt impossibly tired, a week of anxiety crashing through your body and pushing into dreamland.

Your alarm rang out a six o’clock the next morning, pushing your groggy body out of bed and into the shower, finally finding the energy to wash your greasy hair, eyes closed so you wouldn’t look at your stomach, which you swore was getting bigger every time you looked at it. You dressed cautiously, pulling on the thick knit skirt your mother had insisted you’d need for something, wondering to yourself if this was what she meant. You pulled on warm layers and tied your hair into a thick black scrunchie at the top of your head, messy and tangled and wet but away from your neck.

Your parents were still asleep, they wouldn’t leave for Gary till later that morning, giving you plenty of time to get in and get out without question. You tip toed down the stairs, stepping over the well known squeaky step and into the kitchen. You pulled out a paper coffee filter and dropped it into the top of the machine, filling it with grounds and flicking on the power button, the sound of the water boiling filling your senses. You remembered that you couldn’t have caffeine before the procedure, so you pulled out the electric kettle, boiling a separate pot for you as you dug through the various teas your mother bought on various whims, trying to find something without caffeine that wouldn’t taste like absolute crap. You finally decided on just have honey and lemon, pretending that you were sick made the whole trip feel more normal to you.

You pour the hot drinks into two Styrofoam cup, pouring honey and dropping sliced lemon into yours and enough sugar and cream into the other to make nearly white. You kept your eyes on the Harrington house, hoping that Steve remembered his promise to you.

You scrawled a note to your parents on a scrap piece of paper which you pinned to the refrigerator door.

“Mom and dad,

Me and Vicki decided to go for breakfast before driving into Greenville, say hi to Aunt Shelly and Uncle Marvin for me, I’ll call there when I get home. See you on Sunday!

~Y/N”

You heard a horn honk outside the house, your eyes snapped up to see Steve waving at you from his driveway, his eyes sleepy and his smile wide and soft. You waved tentatively back, pulling your purse onto your shoulders, popping plastic lids on the cups and marching towards the door, forcing a bright smile on your face as you crossed the street to meet him.

“You ready to go?” Steve asked, taking the cup from you with nod of thanks.

You nodded “Yeah, let’s do this.” Steve chuckled, popping the passenger seat door open for you, letting you in with a silly sweep of the hand, earning a little giggle from you. It was going to be a long drive.

Despite music playing from Steve’s stereo, the silence in the car was unbearable. You’d run out of things to talk about fairly quickly, Steve avoided the topic of your appointment out of politeness, but as Chicago grew closer, he needed to know where he was going.

And he worried about you. Ever since middle school when he broke your heart, he’d kept his eye on you, trying to ensure that you were happy and secure in your life. At first he felt like it was an obligation, a way of apologizing to you beyond words, but it became second nature to him, watching out for you as though you were one of his own, a prototype to the way he’d come to watch the middle schoolers he’d adopted. He’d punched out your first boyfriend, a squirmy boy named Brian, after he’d told their entire gym class how bad you were in bed. Did he have a good excuse? No, but listening to some kid treat you so terribly behind your back made his blood boil, igniting a fire behind his eyes and tightening his core. Driving you to Chicago felt like another obligation in watching you, making sure that you were still okay. But it bothered him to watch you twitch in the seat next to him.

“So,” he broached the silence with a brave, easy smile, “Where’re we going here?” he asked, the sign signalling Chicago was only five miles away.

You had been tearing the edges of the map in your lap, trying to calm your twitching hands and racing heart. You reached into your bag, pulling out the yellow legal pad you’d written the directions on, scanning the chicken scrawl for a sign of legible instructions.

“We’re looking for North Humberland Court.” You read, eyes locked on the page. You refused to admit where you were actually going, to admit that it would make it real and you refused to believe that it actually was. You weren’t going to a clinic to have an abortion with Steve Harrington.

“Alright…” he muttered, scanning signs for the street you’d named. The fact that you were so quiet made him nervous. Something was wrong, even he could sense it. “So why couldn’t your parents drive you out here? To the doctor I mean.”

“Like I told you, they’re going to visit some family today, they needed the car. I’m old enough to handle this stuff without them anyway…” you replied quickly.

“Why schedule an appointment if they knew they wouldn’t be in town?” he asked. God, sometimes you wondered if Steve Harrington had any sort of deduction skill. In this case, it worked in your favour.

“It was a mistake, they told me to cancel but it was hard to get and I wasn’t gonna wait around for another chance.” You told him, finding a relaxed smile, leaning back in the chair for the first time in the entire drive.

Steve hummed “Right…” he looked at you for just a second, catching the look of anxious fear in your eyes that made his heart lurch and made him drive faster. You looked almost scary-the smile looked so natural, but your eyes were so far from matching, you almost looked like a psychopath.

“They don’t know that you’re out here, do you?” he said, a smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth. Your head snapped to look at him, shocked that he’d figured it out, which felt silly in retrospect-Steve wasn’t stupid, he just had no forethought when he spoke, making him seem dumber than he actually was.

You opened your mouth to retort, but you had nothing. Instead, you sighed, looking away. “Look, it’s just one of those things.” You said.

“I need to know where we’re going here, Y/N, like are we actually even going to the doctor at all?” he pressed.

“We are going to the doctor, I didn’t lie about that.” You replied. Steve watched you for a second, looking for more cracks in your façade. But your smile had dropped, your face finally expressing what your eyes had been screaming the whole ride. He nodded, turning down the long street you had requested.

“Just tell me where to turn.” He muttered and you nodded, muttering back “Stay in the left lane…”

North Humberland was a longer street than you’d expected, but halfway down in a small, unassuming building, was the Planned Parenthood. You nodded for Steve to turn, watching him for a sign of something, anything. You wanted to know if he judged you, if he was scared or hurt or disgusted-if everyone saw you the way you saw yourself. But he didn’t look like he felt any of those things, he looked eerily calm and comfortable with this scenario, as though he’d been there before. Maybe he had, you realized in that moment how little you knew about him.

There were a few sparse protestors outside, all in pink shirts with Bristol board signs, declaring that you were a baby killer and that abortion is murder. You hadn’t thought much about what you were doing, it just felt like a chore to you like an annual check up or a teeth cleaning. You hadn’t even realized what was inside you was technically a life to these people, a baby to these hallowed few. Watching them and their signs walk their picket line, their glares and scowls targeting your car as you pulled in. They had their teeth bared and their fists clenched tightly around their signs like weapons.

You looked to Steve, in almost the same way you’d look to your parents as a small child, for guidance and support. He sent you a small smile and nodded towards the front door, waiting for you to make the first move. You let out a sigh, pulling your bag off the floor and popping open the side door, dropping your feet onto the pavement. Steve stuck close to you, his hand pressed into the small of your back, pushing you past the screaming hoard who called you a murderer and a sinner.

The girl who answered your call, Amy, was at the desk, her false smile and terrible phone voice matched her face; she looked like the head cheerleader forced to be nice to everyone. She handed you your paperwork and verified your I.D, both of you knowing that it was fake but neither saying anything. You took a seat in the plastic chair, propping the clipboard on your knee. Steve sat next to you, you hadn’t realized that he had taken your hand while you were handling receptionist Amy until he let you go, and you oddly missed it when he let go.

“I wish you’d told me…” Steve whispered, slouching down in his chair to whisper into your ear, arms crossed over his chest.

You rolled your eyes “What was I supposed to say, Steve? Hey, I know we’re not really friends but I need an abortion, wanna come with? Yeah, I’m sure you’d love that call, totally would’ve gotten me a ride here…” you shot back, crossing your arms defiantly over your chest. You felt younger than you actually were, like an angry preteen rather than the girl about the head to college in just a few months.

“Would’ve been better than lying to me...” Steve seemed hurt by your small lie, in a way you didn’t quite understand. You’d done nothing to hurt him; nothing about this situation even truly involved him. It made your blood boil-for once, something wasn’t about him and he had to get his emotions all in it.

“I didn’t lie!” you snapped “I told you I have an appointment in Chicago and I do, it just so happens to be the appointment.”

Steely silence covered you like a blanket. Steve knew you were right, he knew he was in the wrong here. But he couldn’t look at you, it hurt too bad. If he had chosen to stick around, to be genuinely be your friend and not creep around in the shadows of your life. He was sure he could’ve stopped this, he could’ve stopped whatever the hell happened here.

“You don’t have to sit here with me, you know, you can go, like I said I can find my own way back.” You said softly, not bothering to look at him. You couldn’t bring yourself to.

“No, no I’m-I’m not abandoning you in Chicago.” Steve replied “Jesus, Y/N, what kind of person would I be if I just left you here?” it was a rhetorical question, but you thought long about an answer, and not just some snarky comeback, but an actual argument.

You couldn’t think of one. So, instead, you focused on the forms in hand, filling out your health information and signing on the dotted and solid lines. Steve watched you, taking in your little moments of thought and annoyance, the little huffs and the way you chewed on the end of the pen, tapping your fingers on the clipboard in a rapid, uneven pace.

“Y/N?” he asked quietly, his voice almost childlike, like a toddler about to ask his mother an innocent, wide eyed question, tiny hands gripping long skirts.

“What?” you replied, not looking up from the page, trying to remember if you were allergic to any medications, your mother always filling out these forms for you at your family doctor’s office.

“What happened?” he asked, intentionally vague. You both knew what he was asking and the question upset you. Maybe it was just because you were ashamed and embarrassed, but you felt deeply angered by the question.

“Are you trying to ask how I got pregnant? Come on Steve, you know how this shit works.” You replied, chuckling bitterly.

Steve rolled his eyes, his cheeks turning the slightly pink shade. “You know what I mean…” he

“I made a stupid mistake, Steve, it happens. Won’t let it happen again...” You told him, standing up to return the clipboard to bitchy Amy, who smacked her blue bubblegum at you, ushering in the heavily pregnant woman with the green hair and her spiky looking boyfriend.

“Where’s the guy who made the mistake?” Steve asked when you returned. You cocked your eyebrow, urging him to elaborate. “Unless you’re the Virgin Mary, there had to be a guy to help with this problem, where is he? Who is he?”

You smirked “No, no you guessed right. I’m carrying the next saviour and, unlike her, I want out.”

Steve shook his head “Y/N…” he pressed.

You sighed “Look the guy isn’t here because I didn’t tell him, which is for the best seeing as how it was a stupid one night stand and he wouldn’t give a shit about it.” You said, balling your hands into fists, focusing on the white plastic bin of condoms on the front desk, rainbow coloured and screaming ‘You’re sexually active and we want the world to know!’

“What a shit head…” Steve muttered.

You laughed “Yeah, you’d think that...” you brushed a loose strand of hair out of your eyes “You’d probably kill him anyway, or try.”

“Oh yeah? How do you know? I don’t try to fight everyone.” Steve looked you over, leaning his elbow on the arm of the stiff chair, turning his whole body towards you.

You looked him over. He looked far too relaxed to be in a sex clinic, it was both calming and infuriating. “Oh you would...you’re always looking for an excuse to fight with Hargrove...” you grinned, matching his body language, your faces only inches from one another.

Steve’s jaw dropped to the floor and he fell back in his chair, earning a loud laugh from you. He looked so offended, so surprised by the news, like he hadn’t heard every rumour about your indiscretions since freshman year. You stood your ground as Hawkins’s whore of Babylon, leading on the youth of Hawkins to sin as you had, although you didn’t see it as a sin to fool around.

“Oh come on, Stevie, you heard about Lizzie Bishop’s party. Everyone was at that one! I swear even you made a cameo.” You continued, nudging him with your elbow.

“You…you let Billy Hargrove knock you up?” he asked, watching you with wide eyes.

Your good mood dropped away immediately, replaced with annoyance and anger. “I wasn’t trying to get pregnant, Steve, I’ve been on the pill since I was twelve. It just happened. I’m not pretending that it wasn’t stupid.”

“I just…it’s Billy! The guy is a walking advertisement for plan B!” he cried, slapping his knee.

A heavy blush grew up your neck and over your cheeks “Look…you’re right. He’s awful!” you laughed awkwardly, dropping your head into your hands, more embarrassed than amused.

“He’s such a dick!” Steve laughed loudly, but stopped when he looked over at you. You’d finally broken, a small sob wracking through your body. He quickly wrapped an arm around you, rubbing your shoulders. “Y/N...Y/N I’m sorry I shouldn’t have-”

“He’s awful!” you moaned, lifting your head to reveal the tears streaming down your face, your eyes red and shining with tears. “And-and you know what? You wanna know the saddest part?” you stuttered, trying to catch your breath in between words “He’s not even good in bed.”

“What?” Steve asked, reaching over to wipe the tears off your face. The touch should’ve been intimate, it really was, but you were acting so strange; you seemed both deeply upset and a little humoured by the whole scenario.

“He’s a shit lay!” you cried. Steve snorted, he couldn’t help it. You looked so sad but the situation was so comical, he couldn’t hold back the laughter pooling in his stomach. His whole body curled inwards, shaking with suppressed giggles and snorts, his feet kicking in the air.

“I’m serious! He’s absolutely awful in bed!” you said seriously, a small smile coming to your lips, your face warm from the slight embarrassment on the conversation and the raw emotions still swirling around your head. “I don’t know how it’s possible I mean fuck! Brian Frey was better than him in bed and he was a damn virgin! I don’t think I’ve ever been further from an orgasm in my life!”

The whole scene was ridiculous-you and Steve looked like a pair of preteens, giggling over dirty words and sex jokes with an air of secrecy and innocence, hiding the dirty nature of the words like they’d be in trouble if anyone found out. In the context of the clinic, sterile waiting room, they look out of place and wrong, the other woman waiting quietly for her turn watching them with a look of shock and confusion, the joke lost on him.

You heard someone clear their throat and you looked up, wiping away tears with your knuckle. Amy was staring at you with an angry expression, she nodded to the doctor standing at the door, a kind looking woman with salt and pepper hair and pink scrubs. “Lydia Olsten?” she asked, looking up from the clipboard with a polite smile. It took you a second to remember your fake name, but when you caught it you nodded, standing up quickly, slinging your purse over your shoulder. Steve followed suit, wiping his palms on his jeans.

You looked to him quickly, shaking your head. You whispered “I gotta strip down in there, can you just wait out here?”

Steve nodded, deflating slightly “Right…” he murmured. You turned to follow the doctor, lost by the events of the day. It felt so normal for him to want to come in with you, like he was your boyfriend or your protector or something. Maybe it was normal. Either way, you were glad to have him waiting for you, to not be alone in the waiting room when it was done.

The procedure took longer than you expected, but the doctor was kind enough and the anaesthesia was heavy enough to not feel anything. After it was over, you were told to sit in the examination room for thirty minutes before leaving and to not drive yourself home. You assumed that Amy at the front desk parlayed this information to you, because he was allowed into the room soon after the thirty minutes had began.

“What’s up, kiddo? How’re you feeling?” Steve asked, sitting down on the edge of the examination table.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes “We’re the same age, weirdo...” you sighed “I’m fine, just tired, I think it’s from the anaesthetic.”

“Right...well, we can head out of here whenever you’re ready. I’ll just be in the waiting room, alright?” he said softly, taking your hand in his and squeezing it softly. You nodded, waving as he left the room again. You took your time getting up and getting dressed again. Your body felt strange and sore and you were dizzy from the painkillers in your system. It took you probably ten minutes to get out of the room, but Steve was still there when you got out of the room. It warmed your heart a little bit, even though you knew he’d still be there. It was nice to have someone still waiting for you. You were used to guys who didn’t stick around.

Steve helped you to the car, wrapping an arm protectively around your shoulders, ushering into the passenger seat and rushing out of the parking lot as the protestors continued their brigade of abuse towards the middling groups of girls entering the clinic.

The drive back to Hawkins was more comfortable than the way there. You didn’t feel the urge to keep quiet, it helped that you weren’t in the throes of deep anxiety and sadness. You felt more at ease with your surroundings and more comfortable talking and laughing with Steve, letting the open windows blast cool air through your hair and watching Steve laugh and grin with a certain sense of satisfaction, just because you were making him laugh and smile. It was nice, fun even. Steve was fun to be around, you’d forgotten that.

The drive was too short for your liking; you’d been having too much fun to notice the time pass by. Steve pulled into your cul-de-sac, parking in front of your house. His was just across the street, he could’ve parked in his own driveway, it would’ve been easier for him. Still, you didn’t complain, you popped open the door before Steve could pull the hero chivalry act again.

“Well...thanks for the help, Steve, I really owe you one.” You said with a small sigh, pulling the thick blue cardigan up onto your shoulder again.

“Don’t mention it.” Steve rubbed his arm awkwardly. You gave him a small wave and turned to head towards your house, but Steve grabbed your wrist and gently pulled you back “Wait!”

You turned, flashing him a bemused smile and raised eyebrow. “Listen...this is probably weird, but do you wanna maybe go out sometime?” he asked, looking down at his shoes.

Your smile dropped away and you looked towards the trees behind Steve’s house “I don’t know if I can really stomach dating right now...not after this whole thing...” you gestured towards your stomach quickly, uncomfortable with the saying the words too close to your parent’s house. They weren’t home yet, their car missing from the driveway, but you were still nervous.

Steve nodded, kicking at the pebbles near the curb. You squeezed your eyes shut “It’s not as if I wouldn’t, in any other context I’d say yes, but right now is...”

“Not the best time.” Steve finished, looking up to meet your eye again. He flashed you a lopsided grin “I get it. I’ll just wait for you.”

Your eyes widened slightly “Steve, you have to do that I mean I don’t know when I’m ever going to want to date again, I don’t want you to waste your time...” you said softly, wringing your hands.

Steve shook his head “I’m not worried.” He turned to climb back into his car, turning back to look at you with a smirk “I’m driving you to school tomorrow.”

“But-” you tried but Steve cut you off.

“This isn’t a debate; you’re not walking to school in the cold when I live literally across the street.” Steve chuckled, climbing into the driver’s seat.

You nodded, biting back a small smile “I’ll bring you another coffee then...” you said “See you around...” you turned on your heels heading inside.

You didn’t know what he was trying to do, but you weren’t mad about it.

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