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Baron Corbin┊i want you┊

                                              ┊i want you┊

┆a Baron Corbin one shot ┇ ┆written by Amber┇

NOTE: Given that I just got back into wrestling earlier this last year, I have probably fucked this up totally.If his onscreen persona is OOC, I deeply apologize.

Almost as soon as I felt the warmth of his breath on my neck I had to suck in a breath of my own. And then, of course, I turned and shot him my usual glare. Baron smirked at me and I rolled my eyes. He leaned in and whispered quietly, “Pretend all you want but we both know you want me.”

“Like I want a bath in acid, Baron.. Like I want a bath in acid.” I replied, grabbing a few slices of pizza and making my way through the crowd, plopping down next to my sister, Carmella, who took one long look at me and laughed. I grumbled, shoveling food into my mouth.

“You want him.”

“I want the Bubonic Plague more than I want that cocky asshole.” I retorted, biting down on my lip and huffing when I tasted copper and realized I’d bitten my lip. Carmella laughed a little and then she elaborated her point. “If ya didn’t want him, tiny, you’d leave ‘im alone.”

“Seriously? I did not seek that jerk out.” I almost choked on my food in my rush to defend myself.

{ Oh if you knew the half of it, Mella.. If you only knew the half of it.. But Baron is too much like Jace. And Jace was completely wrong for me, remember? } I thought to myself as I glared at my sister, waiting on her to defend herself and laughing when she did. “Ya good at ignorin’ shit… when ya don’t want an excuse to dislike somebody.. Look, I know how I was about Jace.. And I’m glad ya done with him. But Baron, he might not be the same guy.”

{And he actually wants me.. Because that totally happens to me, all the time.} I argued back mentally, choosing not to say it out loud while shaking my head instead. “He probably is though.” I was glaring across the room at Baron and when Carmella cleared her throat, I tore my gaze away. “Anyway, what’s the plan for tonight?” I was diverting the subject.

“Bunch of us are goin out to this nightclub.” Carmella started and I nodded. She went silent for a few minutes, and I eyed her. “What?” I asked, biting my lip.

“Baron’s gonna be there.”

“What? No. I’m gonna skip tonight. Suddenly, I’m not feeling that well.” I weakly tried to lie, thought I’d get out of going out with my sister and the others. But Carmella gave me begging eyes and I sighed, grumbling. “Okay, alright, fine. I’ll come.”

“Yay!”

“But none of your matchmakin shit.” I butted in quickly, groaning when I heard Alexa ask “Why? Don’t you want him? I mean you two are always fighting each other.” as she sat down next to me.

“Like I told my sister, Lexa.. I want the Bubonic Plague more than I want that cocky son of a bitch.” I stabbed my spoon in Baron’s direction before scooping more pudding out of the pudding cup that my sister was ignoring.

“Hey!” she shot me a look.

I shrugged.

                                                    { THAT NIGHT }

The nightclub was packed and I was on my fourth – or fifth, tequila shot of the night, eyes darting around the bar as I watched everyone else pairing off. I sat down on the stool behind me and I was signaling for another shot when I felt the warmth of him behind me. I have no idea why he’s always so damn hot, but it definitely gave him away. Swallowing hard, I slipped the lime wedge between my lips and turned around, a brow raised. Couldn’t he just let me have one fucking night without popping up, making me want him even more than I already do?

What shocked me was what happened next. He leaned in, capturing the lime wedge pressed between my lips in his teeth and we were body to body. I could smell the mixture of cologne, faint sweat, alcohol and I could feel the roughness of his hands as they slid down my body painfully slow.

{ For fucks sake do something! Nip this in the bud! } I tried to focus myself, center my energy on everything but the way his body against mine was making my body tighten all over as the blood in my veins literally felt like it boiled as it raced through my veins. I gulped when he leaned in closer and our lips brushed, nipping at his before I could even stop myself. He growled as his thick and rough fingers tangled in my hair, tugging it, using it to pull me closer. I held one hand  firm in the middle of his chest until I just.. I couldn’t anymore.

I couldn’t fight him off anymore.

“I knew ya wanted me.” he muttered in triumph as his tongue slipped past my lips and found mine. He pulled me closer, my legs were wrapping around his hips, my entire body seemed to have grown it’s own mind. Determined not to be like ninety nine point nine percent of the rest of the female population, – ie, the ones he was used to dealing with, the ones who would gladly just drop their panties, I stopped the kiss. He pouted at me.

“You’re drunk.”

“I’m not.. Now you on the other hand.. You’re on your what? Your fourth?”

“Fifth.” I cut in, grumbling when I looked at him for a few seconds quietly. He licked his lips and then grumbled too, taking a deliberate and long, slow pull from the long neck bottle in his hands. I couldn’t help but stare at his hands as the bottle raised to his lips. When he finished, his tone changed. It was huskier, almost a growl as he spoke. “Don’t make me do this, okay? I’m not.. I don’t do this whole beggin shit. Either ya want me or not.” his fingertip played slowly along my lower lip and he stared down at my lips intently for a few seconds before adding, “I’m gonna lay it out okay? I want you.” and with that, he turned and started walking away.

{ god damn it, seriously? This? He does this?} I slid off the bar stool and clumsily, I caught up with his much wider strides just as he got to a more secluded part of the club. Once I tapped his shoulder, I really wasn’t sure what I was going to do beyond getting his attention.

Stay With Me started to play. I took a deep breath that turned into like five or six of them and finally, I spoke. “If you’re bein a dick right now, I swear to God.” I trailed off before muttering quietly, “Oh fuck it.” and pinning his hips against a wooden column that stood nearby with my own, I molded myself against him completely, practically standing on the tops of his boots to reach his lips. { Holy fuck. I’m seriously about to do this.. Why am I about to do this? } my mind was in overdrive. This was the first impulsive thing I’d done since Jace and I broke up and I had no idea why, but when our lips met, things became a literal blur around us. Anything that might have caught my attention and distracted  me before kind of just faded and my fingers tangled in his hair, my hand  finally coming to rest against the back of his neck.

His hands slid down, he squeezed my ass as he slid me up his body and started to walk out of the nightclub, me wrapped around him. “This mean you want me?”

“Something like that.” I moaned quietly against his lips, my tongue slipping past, finding his tongue and tangling with it. He broke the kiss and shook his head. “It means you want me. Or this ain’t gonna happen.” his tone was firm and commanding and his eyes locked on mine, almost a pleading look in them as they fixed on me.

“Fine, I want you.” I admitted it finally, and with that, he was stopping near the railing around the patio out back of the bar, sitting me on it, deepening the kisses until his lips strayed, dragging and teasing down the side of my neck, settling and lingering for a minute in the soft spot just above my collarbone. I could feel the mark he was leaving behind and I moaned, I felt like I’d melt into his arms and to my own surprise, I found myself pulling him down slightly so I could leave my own mark on his neck. He growled and rubbed against me. “We gotta get outta here.”

“We really do.” I muttered against his lips as my heart raced and beat so loudly that I could have sworn I heard it with my own ears. “Take me to the hotel.”

“Gladly.” he was striding across the parking lot, I was in his arms, my legs clenching his hips tightly, my face buried in his neck, my tongue trailing over it slowly, teasing a little. He sucked in a breath and stopped, sitting me on the hood of the black Mustang he’d gotten as a rental car. “Fuck.” he groaned, a slight whine to his voice. He took my hand and staring into my eyes, he guided it down to the bulge growing rapidly in his jeans. “Ya don’t know what the fuck ya do to me, do ya?”

“No, but I’m dying to find out..”

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Shane Walsh┊devils backbone┊ chapter two

                                  ┊devils backbone┊

                     ┊ Oh Lord, Oh Lord, what do I do? I’ve fallen for someone who’s nothing like you                      He’s raised on the edge of the devil’s backbone ┊

       Note: I know Shane wasn’t a well liked character but fuck it.  I miss him and I’ve sort of always wondered what might have been different if maybe he hadn’t died.  So, this is me  writing a thing. Because yannow, there’s hardly any romantic fics out there where it’s Shane x OC that don’t turn into a Daryl or Rick oc by the end. There will most likely be smut in here sooner or later. And a lot of things might be different. I do not own Shane nor do I own the song Devils Backbone, that inspired this. - Love, Amber.

     tagging : @alexablss … this is what was almost chapter one. And I was  going to wait and have them be apart longer buuuuut, I couldn’t. So they at least communicate via cb radio here. I think a cb would have worked, they’ve used walkie talkies and shit on the show before.. so possibly... I hope you like this and thank you again, you are awesome.

chapter one << click the link to read.

The photograph was tucked away in the corner of her dash panel and it only served as a reminder. Lila knew she'd been stupid, turning him down when she knew she'd only ever loved him and that he was the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. Maybe that's why when Louisiana was evacuated, despite rumors that Georgia might not be the safest place to go, Lila found herself heading there.

Now she sat about a mile away from King County, the smoke billowing from beneath the hood of her Challenger had tears of frustration stinging hot at her eyes. If it weren't for that picture she'd probably just give up right now.

The picture of them together caught her eye and she picked it up, her fingertips trailing gently over the photo as she sighed quietly and then just stopped.. She took a few deep breaths. She could almost hear him telling her in that seductive drawl of his to be calm, keep her shit together and hurry up, find him safely. She opened her eyes and grabbing the picture and only the things she could carry on her person, she left the Jeep behind, started to walk, making sure she hurried.

But hurrying wasn't going to be enough. Almost as soon as she heard the shuffle - groan - shuffle of approaching Walkers, her body tensed all over and her heart began to pound.

Her hand closed around the machete strapped to her thigh and pulling it free from it's sheath, she stood still, flattened against a taller truck that had a camper attached to it. Her hands were shaking now, the Walkers were getting closer. And then she felt something close around her booted ankle and she rolled her eyes, bringing her machete down on the rotting hand wrapped around her ankle. "Well, there goes that pair of boots." she hurried and pulled the door open to the truck and promptly screamed, -- like a true idiot, when she was hit with the decaying body of the previous owner of the truck.

This turned out good for her, because when she lost her grip and fell on the ground, the body fell on top of her and that is how Lila found out that if you smell like the Walkers, they don't seem to notice you… Or so she thought.

But then she felt a decaying and kind of slimy hand grabbing at her ankle as she went to stand again and she took a deep breath to keep from screaming out loud and drawing attention to where she'd hidden, she knew they were probably looking for her right now and she kicked and kicked at the decaying rotted skull of the Walker who was trying to pull her underneath the truck with it to snack on her brains. She wanted to vomit, this was probably the third or fourth time since she'd set out to find him that she'd almost become a Happy Meal for the undead and each time left her feeling the same. The horde was moving on now, and the few that had been sort of trying to 'scent her out' were going with them. As soon as they were out of sight, Lila shoved the corpse off of her and eyed the truck reluctantly.

She couldn't help but think of him laughing the time he tried to teach her how to drive that big and ornery Bronco of his. She found the key still in the ignition and though it made her raise a brow at first, she went with it. With the luck she'd been having lately, a lot of it bad, she figured she was about due a break. She cranked the truck and she let out a relieved whoop of triumph when the truck fired right up for her.

She eyed the cb radio mounted below the dash and found herself wondering if anyone would answer if she reached out.. But then she thought of the run in she'd had at a mall just over the Georgia line when she stopped to take advantage of the no cash again ever benefits of the end of the world to indulge in a little retail therapy and she realized that reaching out might be a bigger risk than she wanted to take.. She'd already pushed well beyond the boundaries of her good fortune, living the 14 or 15 days the way she had. And that one bad run in had very nearly killed her and it was the reason she had blood on her conscience now.

For all she knew, she was really the last woman alive. The thought had her feeling a little desperate and she tried to convince herself that maybe somehow, Shane had also managed to beat the odds and survive too. He'd always been a really strong man.

{ And stubborn as hell. If anyone were gonna survive, it'd be him.} she thought to herself as she started to attempt backing up the truck / rv combo and nearly hit at least two of the parked cars.

But she could hear him in her mind again, that teasing voice.. " Careful, hon. You gotta be real careful. Turn the wheel just a little bit. Whoa, whoa.. Yer gon take out the whole damn house." and when she finally found a little room to get out of the road crammed with cars, she turned the truck around and went the back way into the town she'd lived in.

Her heart sank just a little more when she saw the entire street Shane lived on empty, houses destroyed, cars abandoned everywhere.. {well, I guess that hope is gone.} her mind automatically chimed in and with a sad sigh, she put the truck in park in the driveway next to Shane's house and after a quick scan to make sure there weren't any walkers around, she got out of the truck and made her way carefully to the house, the memories she had there hitting her at every turn. Walking back through that front door after 3 years had the sting of tears filling her eyes and every single regret she had was now weighing on her like a ton of bricks and literally sucking all the air right out of her. It was almost so that she couldn't breathe. The living room was clear. No walkers hidden in their hallway closet or behind anything, waiting to jump out on her and end her. No clean up crew members with their guns ready to put a bullet in her skull.

The silence in the house was almost too much to bear and she moved quietly through the house, picking through the pantry, taking what little he'd left behind, looking through everything just to see if maybe there was some hope he was still alive. She didn't find anything to indicate.

{ well you didn't find a body, so that's a good start.. And your man isn't shuffling towards you in a zombified  trance wanting to eat your brain.. Maybe there's hope.}

She moved down the hallway and into the bathroom. He'd left dirty clothes on the floor, one of his KCPD uniform shirts was draped over the hanger on the back of the door and before she could stop herself, she'd slipped it on, she was inhaling what was left of the scent of his cologne. She found herself shocked when she opened a cabinet and found the makeup and perfume she'd left behind in her hurry to leave sitting there, almost like it was  waiting for her. She grabbed it all quickly.

She moved down a room, into the bedroom and right away, she was hit with memories.. All the lazy Sunday mornings they'd lay there, tangled up in the sheets, his arms around her, holding her tight. She found a few of the clothes she'd left behind and she threw them into a bag too. She looked everywhere, still no trace of a body or that her man had been bit, he'd turned. Her hands were shaking and her heart was beating so loudly that she could almost swear she could hear it echoing. She was rifling through the dresser and she found the 'dear shane' letter she'd left behind the day she left and a black velvet box beneath it.

Despite knowing how badly it was going to kill her, to have come through all this and find out that she'd lost him, she put on the ring inside the box. She grabbed a scrap book she'd left behind and one of his spare guns, noting that his old Mossberg was missing from the gun cabinet

{ maybe he got the hell out.} { or maybe he tried and got a bullet when he left.} { if you don't stay positive, you will lose your mind, Lila.}

She realized how late it had gotten and figuring that it was better to bed down and try to get some shut eye than to risk leaving and raising the attentions of walkers or any of the clean up crews that might pass through if they hadn't already, she flopped down on the bed and tried her best to get comfortable. But it wasn't the same without him there.

{ and what makes you even think for a minute he's gonna want you back if you do find him, Lila?}

The thought kept her awake until the first rays of sunlight were peeking through the window. Sighing, she got out of bed and stretched, slipping on a pair of cut offs from her bag and then grabbing everything she'd put together to be taken out to the camper behind the truck she'd managed to get the day before.

She'd just finished that when she heard the shuffling and groaning nearby and she turned to find the zombie version of the 76 year old woman who lived next door to Shane on the right heading towards her.

She wanted to throw up, almost more than she'd wanted to throw up her entire last day of work, burning the bodies of those put down because they had the fever. Or they wouldn't be able to leave.

She swung the machete and looked away when Mrs. Mitchell's head fell onto the sidewalk in front of the house. Just to be safe, she stabbed the machete into the body nearby, and after pulling it free, she closed the door to the camper, latching it shut She jumped into the truck and hurried away from the street he'd lived on, feeling her stomach churning the further the house got behind her in the rearview.

The cb radio caught her eye again and she reached out, tentatively.. Holding down the button so she could talk, she took a deep breath and silently, she prayed that whoever might hear her wasn't like the group she'd had a run in with in the mall on her way into Georgia.

"Is anybody out there?"

Five minutes dragged by and when the silence in the cab of the truck got to be too much for her, she tried the cd player. A classic rock mix starting with some Blue Oyster Cult song broke through the silence and she reached down, turning off the cb.

Maybe she really was all alone in the end of the world … That thought terrified her more than any other thought she'd had since she began the trek back to Georgia.

After all, that other group was only two and after she'd done what she had to so that she lived and they didn't kill her over ammo and food, barely making it out of the encounter without her own injuries… The realization that she might just be the only one left alive was daunting and scary and she wasn't sure what to do now.

{ you keep going. You cannot be the only one left alive. You found two other survivors.} she tried to be positive, but her faith was slipping away fast.

The little clinic on the other side of town came into view and she remembered the injury she'd gotten in the run in with the two men at the mall. Infections, especially now, were going to be twice as deadly. And she  didn't have much in the way of first aid.. At least she hadn't found anything other than the makeshift bandaging she currently had wrapped around her forearm. She pulled to a stop in front of the clinic and despite her knowing no one would be on the other end to communicate, she turned back on the CB..

"This is hopeless.. Is there anybody out there? Anyone?" Lila heard the panic in her own voice and she almost wanted to either cry or laugh at herself. She sighed and started to turn off the cb, her hand was lingering on the on / off knob but she just couldn't..

"I don't understand why we keep tryin." Ed grumbled as Shane gave him a firm look of warning and again, he let the CB scan through. "We're doin this, Peletier, because if anybody else is out there, alone, they'll know it's safe and they can come up here." Shane responded as he started to turn off the CB.

But then he heard the frantic female voice through the heavy static on channel 19. He tried to hurry, to go back.

Lila was watching the time on the dash clock and it seemed like seconds were dragging by. "I should just cut this damn thing off and face facts." she mumbled to herself when she heard it.

Shane found the channel and he picked up the mouth piece, holding down the button. "You alright, hon?"

Lila almost jumped a foot in the air and her heart started to race. For whatever reason, this feeling of familiarity flooded her when the man spoke, but she put it off to having spent the better part of quite a few long days alone. That would make anybody imagine.

Now the question reared it's head.. Did she answer? She took a deep breath and picked up the mouth piece, pressing down on the button. "Yes and no.." she could hear her voice cracking. She felt pathetic, but she managed to take a breath or two and get herself under control and then she spoke again. "I'm in Georgia.. I came here to find someone and I… This is starting to get to me. All of it."

The comment and the overall tone of the woman's voice for some reason made Shane think of Lila, but he put it out of his mind. Hopefully, she'd gotten somewhere safe and she was alright, she was happy.

He realized then that even after 3 years, he still missed her more than he realized. The thought hit him like a car slamming into a brick wall and he sat there, pondering over it, wondering what to say to the obviously distraught female on the other end of the mic.

"Tell her it's safe here." That was Lori, speaking up from behind him. He nodded and cleared his throat, shoved his thoughts about Lila and what might have been out of his head and he spoke again. "Are ya alone?"

"Yeah.." "Where are ya?"

"Sittin out front of the King County Emergency Clinic.. I had to stop.. I need medical supplies.." Lila couldn't shake the feeling that yes, she knew this voice, this man speaking to her.. { It's Shane. It has to be.} and almost as soon as she thought that, the rebuttal thought came.. { It can't be Shane. Nothing about this new situation is this easy. And what if it's a group of bad people like those last two assholes. The crazy fuck they wanted to take you back to was going to kill you, Lila! And eat you.}

Shane coughed a little. He kept thinking that he was talking to Lila, he kept wanting to believe it was her, it was really hitting him just how much he missed her. When she mentioned the clinic in the county he'd lived in, he couldn't help but wish just a little harder.

Lori was eyeing him and he shrugged. Turning his attention back to the conversation, he told the woman that he'd been from there himself.

When Lila heard the man say that, she hoped with everything in her it was Shane, but she feared it was somebody else, maybe more bad people.. "I grew up here.. I came back to find somebody.." and before she could say anymore, she saw  the horde gathering around the truck. "I gotta go." and before anything else could be said, she started the truck and plowed blindly over the few walkers gathering, hurrying away.

Shane eyed the mic in his hand and then the static took back over. "Maybe she's okay. Maybe she'll find those signs you all put out leading people up here when you went down to try and see about Rick." Lori's hands were massaging his shoulders and she raised a brow when he stood abruptly and muttered something about needing to take a walk.

Lori watched him go, wondering what was wrong with him all of a sudden. She ultimately shrugged it off and went to their tent, settling in for the night with Carl. When she started to drift off about two hours later, he still hadn't come back..

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Shane Walsh┊devils backbone┊ chapter one

                                       ┊devils backbone┊

       Note: I know Shane wasn’t a well liked character but fuck it.  I miss him and I’ve sort of always wondered what might have been different if maybe he hadn’t died.  So, this is me  writing a thing. Because yannow, there’s hardly any romantic fics out there where it’s Shane x OC that don’t turn into a Daryl or Rick oc by the end. There will most likely be smut in here sooner or later. And a lot of things might be different. I do not own Shane nor do I own the song Devils Backbone, that inspired this. - Love, Amber.

tagging : @alexablss ... i feel like this is more or less a prologue to the actual chapter one, tbh. I hope you like it! and thank you so much for your input!

"It's me. I love you.. I know it's probably too late and I know I might not ever see you again but I wanted to let you know that." and with her deepest thoughts out, Lila pushed end and disconnected the call. She could hear the sirens on the street below her apartment complex and she knew she had maybe ten minutes before she had to get out or be killed trying to get out, they'd sent the clean up teams into Louisiana earlier in the day and it hadn't take long for word to spread through town what those clean up teams were really in Louisiana to do.

The government couldn't cure the fever, so their option now was to call for evacuations and then send in small clean up teams to affected areas to kill any people trapped or left behind. She'd spent half the day in the morgue, sickened and shocked by all the older people or sick and paralyzed people, all the poor people who had no way to leave town when evacuations were called on Monday.. And she'd had to throw the bodies of friends and neighbors, people she went to church with every Sunday, even her favorite bartender.. They'd all had to be burnt.

If she wasn't gone in the next ten minutes, she'd die tonight. Parts of her were toying with just pouring a few shots of tequila and waiting on the clean up crew to kick in her door. But other parts of her.. Those parts wanted to go home. She wanted to spend what might be her last days at least trying to find him.. She wanted to be with him again, she wanted to make things right between them.

She just wanted to go home. If she were going to die, she didn't want to die alone and almost 3 states away from him.

Shot gunning a little more tequila straight from the bottle, she eyed the door of her apartment nervously and stretching, she started to throw any and everything she thought she might need or want into the suitcases she had open on her bed.

The last thing she grabbed was the photo of them together, taken right before she panicked at how serious they were getting and took off, choosing a job offer in New Orleans over what she knew deep down she wanted but she was terrified of letting herself have.

And just as she heard the sirens getting closer to her apartment building, she climbed out a back window and hurried down the fire escape, using the cars parked along the back parking lot to keep hidden as best as she could.

All she had was the two suitcases she'd packed, a handgun and a machete. If she ran into a horde, she'd probably be dead on sight. If she ran into a clean up crew member on her way out, she was definitely fucked.

She'd just thrown the last suitcase into the trunk of her Challenger when she heard the sirens in the front of the building.. Their voices carried, she could hear them laughing and joking and all she could think was how sick did someone have to be that they could laugh off taking lives? How twisted were the men hired to do this? She'd seen evidence of some of their handiwork at work earlier but she still found herself standing there, shocked at the way they laughed at what they were there to do.

The sound of gunshots rang out, echoing in the otherwise silence of the night surrounding her and the sound was what bought her back into focus. She slammed the trunk of the car and quickly got in, driving away.

All she wanted to do was go home.

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finn balor { spiders }

   NOTES: And this is my Finn Balor one shot based off of the idea I posted previously. For my other versions, see below:

    PETE - BARON - TYLER - SAMI

Okay, so this one is kind of teeth rotting fluffy. But it has sexy moments too. And I thought it was cute, so I thought I’d share with everyone. I hope it’s not badly OOC but I just really felt the fluff tonight.

Probably gonna do a Zack and a Dean one too, maybe one or two others.. Not sure yet. I have more ideas for more one shots I wanna write. What I do know is it feels good to be writing again. -- Love, Amber.

  TAGGING: @alexablss and @believe-that-001 because they are rad and i luff them and @tryingtofindaplaceinthisworld, @littledeadrottinghood and @writergrrrl29 because they wanted to be tagged!! Love you guys.

Also, also.. tagging the lovely @fan-fiction-galore because I love her writing and she’s so freaking awesome!!!

Spiders have always terrified me.. And when I say terrified, I mean sobbing and screaming and frozen in mortal terror.. I'm talking about the kind of fear that makes your throat close up and makes you feel like you want to vomit. It sounds so extra now that I'm actually admitting it, but I guess if I had to peg that one thing that made me like this, it'd be when my cousin Dexter threw a spider at me when we were little, not realizing it was actually kinda poisonous.. And it bit me and I wound up getting really sick.

Pretty sure that's the one defining moment that shaped my fear of spiders, but anyway.. I digress…

I'd just settled into bed, I had my latest erotic novel and I was reading it until I actually got sleepy enough to fall asleep. At first, when I felt the movement, I put it off to the fan blowing my sheet against my bare leg and I ignored it.

But then it happened a second time… Higher. I looked down and there wasn't anything there, I guess when I moved my leg, it moved. By now, I was actually starting to feel sleepy, so I shut my book and turned off my light, ready to sleep.

I think I might have been asleep an hour and having a very sexy dream about my room mate Finn when I felt the third subtle brush against my skin.. And it was on my chest.. I sat up in bed and I looked down and when I did, I started to shriek. I jumped out of the bed, throwing my covers down as I did so, swearing and in the middle of an obvious freak out. A freak out that I didn't realize had woken up previously mentioned room mate..

When I saw it scampering towards my vanity, I shrieked and I threw the nearest thing in it's direction and I turned around, finding myself body to body with Finn. I buried my face in his chest and tried to take a deep breath or two and he asked me in concern, "Are ye alright?"

"Spider.. Kill it, kill it.. Please just.. Get it out of here." I looked up at him. He bit his lip and blinked, looking at me with a  raised brow. "Yer okay." he smoothed his hands over my hair and then he chuckled, hesitating to let me go, sort of staring at me. I was staring right back until I thought I saw it scampering across the floor again and I was pressing against him again, face hidden.

"Please just kill it!" my voice was muffled against his bare chest and he chuckled, tilting my chin up. "Dere's a problem wid dat."

"What?" "For me ta kill et.. Ya have ta let me go, lass."

Reluctantly, I stepped away, and it hit me then.. I liked the way it felt just now, the way he was holding me, the way his heart beating sort of had me a little calm for a good few seconds there.

I stood there in shock at the realization as he killed the spider and took it into the bathroom across the hall, flushing the dead spider down the toilet. And when he came back into the room, I mumbled sheepishly, "I'm sorry I woke you up."

Our bodies brushed against each other and his hands lingered at my hips, squeezing gently as he stared down into my eyes. Lately, with him around a lot more due to his injury and having to take time off, things had gotten a little comfortable.. But there was this heavy tension underneath it all.. Like when you want to do or say something but you just can't figure out how?

That.

"Et's alright." Finn bit his lip and I licked mine, this urge to raise to tiptoe and kiss him. When our bodies brushed again, there was no space left between us and he was leaning in more. "Are ye okay? Ya were pretty upset."

"I'm fine just… spiders fucking terrify me." I muttered it quietly, and he'd pulled me so that my forehead rested in the center of his chest, so when I mumbled the words, my lips brushed against his chest and I felt him tense up slightly. He tilted my chin with his fingertips and pulled me into a deep and passionate kiss that caught me totally by surprise, my eyes fluttering open and closed as the kiss broke and I tried to catch my breath.

"Finn?" "Ah shouldn't 'ave  done dat." "Oh no, no.. I wanted you to do that." I blurted it out, surprising myself. He gaped for a second and then that boyish smile came and he admitted with a laugh, "Ah wouldn't mind doin et again."

"So do it." His hands moved down my sides, stopping on my ass, sliding me up into his arms carefully. "Your should.." I started, only to have his lips cut me off before I even got the words out completely as he sat me down on the vanity table and told me quietly, "Shoulder es fine. Doesn't hurt. And ya act like ya weigh so much when yer light as a feather."

"Flattery, hmm." I muttered as I slipped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, putting my hand on the back of his neck to pull him down into a slow and deep kiss that left my lips swollen and tingling, left me soaked when it broke. He rubbed against me on accident and I sucked in a breath, the friction making me ache.

"Et es not. Et's true." I laughed softly against his lips and he slid his hands up my thighs, squeezing and groaning against my lips as he chuckled and muttered into the kiss, "Et's a damn shame ah 'ad ta kill dat spider."

"Fuck no.. It's good." "Dat spider helped dis 'appen." Finn chuckled and I thought about it. "Nope.. Still hate spiders.. But I do thank the little bastard." I laughed softly as he held my gaze, licking his lips hungrily before scooping me off my vanity table and carrying me down the hall and into his room. "Yer safer 'ere. Ah can keep da spiders from crawlin on dat little body of yers better in 'ere."

"Oh, I bet." I laughed softly as he pretended to pout.

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   NOTES: Okay, so this is the second incarnation of that idea I posted earlier and this time, I’m attempting to w rite Tyler Bate, who I barely know anything about. So I apologize now if he’s completely not IC. I tried. I wrote it based on my interpretation of the guy’s persona thus far. Also there’s a little bit of Trent and Pete antagonizing the poor bby at the end.. Fluffy & steamy fluff. A makeout.. 

I wanna do Baron, Finn and Pete too, so be on the lookout for those. I already sort of have parts of at least two of them written rn.. If I don’t redo them, lols.

  TAGGING: @alexablss and @believe-that-001 since you are both angels and i love you and neither of you mind! If anyone wants to be tagged in the future, let me know. I don’t/can’t do requests, so this is not a problem, i won’t mind tagging anyone in my stories.

  WARNINGS: Amber’s penchant for swearing, partial nudity, a steamy makeout. That’s pretty much all, boys and girls. 

-- Love, Amber.

"What the actual fuck?" I woke up from a dead sleep to feel something moving up my bare leg. It took literally less than three seconds to throw the cover off of myself and onto the floor and for me to start screaming bloody murder in the middle of the night.

But when I saw that eight legged fucker slowly making it's way across the hardwood bedroom floor, that's when I completely lost my shit. It looked like the Godzilla of spiders, and in my sleepy state, it felt like it was too and I shivered and grimaced as immediately, I was reminded of the slow creepy crawl made up my leg a few seconds prior..

I didn't realize that my banshee like screaming had woken up one of my room mates  until he was standing in my doorway, a cough alerting me to the fact that he was there as I launched one of my favorite Jimmy Choo heels across the room in the general direction I'd seen the spider crawling away in. And looking down, I realized then, that naturally, I'd been sleeping topless, again.

Tyler blushed a deep red, coughing a little, looking at me as I stood on the bed and pointed a shoe across the room. "When that little eight legged fuck comes back out, he's dead. If I have to burn this entire damn apartment down, that spider will not try to molest my leg when I'm sleeping again, ever."

He chuckled quietly, and keeping his eyes off of my body, he stepped into the room, grabbing one of my Victoria Secret catalogs, slamming it down, I'm assuming on top of the spider. I was shivering, rubbing my arms and I went for a t shirt just so I didn't make things any more awkward than they already were. When Tyler turned around, we found ourselves body to body, because bet your sweet ass I was creeping over to make sure Tyler had actually killed the damn thing and he wasn't just doing this to make me think that he had when he hadn't.

This little bitch wanted to see a spider corpse.

He swallowed hard and so did I, because our torsos were brushing and suddenly, it hit me.. Everything about him that I'd sort of thought cute and been attracted to, it was kind of.. Amplified somehow. Like I couldn't stop staring up at his eyes.. But then my eyes darted down to his lips and I found myself licking my lips, wondering what it would be like to close the distance between our mouths and give the shyer British male one hell of a thank you for his valiant efforts in slaying my night terror.

" All of that.. For one little spider, love?" and his voice sent this jolt straight to my core. I could literally feel my thighs getting slippery and my heart starting to pound.

{ Does his cologne always smell good enough to eat? Kind of like gummy bears.}

And then it hit me, the term of endearment at the end of the sentence, -- hell, the sentence itself is more than Tyler Bate has said to me in almost the entire four months I've been sharing an apartment with him and his two best friends, but that word had my entire body threatening to melt, right there, on the spot.

He was staring into my eyes. I know enough about him to know that he's definitely more quiet and shy, he's easily the easiest flustered of my three room mates. I also know enough about him to know that if he were calling me that then it meant something.. Especially in that tone of voice, deep and gravelly.

But when his fingertip slowly blazed a trail across my lower lip, I admit, I damn near lost all composure. A gasp escaped my lips and I found myself moving even closer to him, pouting as I looked up at him. "When you say it like that, Tyler.." I trailed off, going silent as I eyed his lips and licked mine again, my mind still wondering what it'd be like to kiss those lips, to be crushed against that body… To hear him call me love again.

And then, it wasn't imagination anymore. He groaned as his hands slid down my side, giving my ass a good firm squeeze through the soft cotton fabric of my panties.. And I only thought I was soaked before now.. I was literally flooded, there was wetness practically dripping from my core as he swiftly sat me on the edge of my vanity table after sweeping hair styling tools, makeup and quite a few perfume bottles off the surface. And he practically growled when my hands ventured up his bare chest, fingertips playing at firm muscles before going to rest in the hair at the nape of his neck. I closed the distance between our lip and he moaned into my mouth, nipping at my lip and then using his tongue to part my lips.

"Tyler, mmm." I whimpered softly, clinging to his body as he just stared at me a few seconds, the kiss deepening, making it harder for both of us to breathe. The door slamming shut would have had us both springing apart if not for the fact that we were so lost in whatever came over us that neither of us were really paying attention. My legs dug into his hips, clenching his body closer to mine, causing the bulge in his sweats to rub against my already soaked and aching core and he sucked in a breath at the way it felt, gripping my thighs as he growled into my mouth again and his lips strayed from my lips, moving lower, settling on my neck.

It was Trent and Pete from the doorway, clearing their throats and making suggestive eyes at both of us that had us springing apart momentarily, struggling to get back our breath -- and our composure, because naturally, every bit of that was gone too.

"I was killing a spider."

"So that's what you lot are callin it now, hmm?" Trent snarked, chuckling as Pete gave a wink to Tyler and then blurting out pointedly, "This mean you're goin to tell her?"

"Tell me what?" I looked from Tyler to his friends, obviously confused by the whole exchange. I was missing it.

"Bugger off, assholes." Tyler grumbled, his face turning a deep red as he stared at me intently, brown eyes darting down to my lips again. I slid off the vanity table and made my way to the bedroom door on weak legs. I'd just closed it when I felt his chest against my back. "Tell you that I want you to be mine.. That I possibly drive them insane when we're on the road, talkin about you." he muttered next to my neck and I whimpered, the feel of his lips against my skin was amazing.

"You.. You do?" "I do." he turned me around to face him, giving me that lopsided and slightly cocky grin as he chuckled and asked, "Feel better now? The spider is gone.."

"Actually, now that you mention it and you're in here, Tyler.. Maybe you can stay? Just so we know that more don't show up?" I looked up at him, biting my lip, giving my best begging eyes. He pulled me against him closer and muttered into my lips, "That sounds like a fantastic idea, actually."

"Good."

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Okay so here’s the thing.. I feel like uploading a few of my short one shots. But I’ve noticed that most people do y/n or your first name.. and nearly all of the ‘readers’ in my one shots that I’ve done so far, they kind of already have names / loose personalities?

Would you guys still read them if I did it that way instead? If not, I can go with the y/n I suppose....

Any input is helpful. Like I said, I haven’t really written in almost 5 years now, so I’m hella rusty. and it might not be any good. I’m actually writing one right now that’s with Pete Dunne...

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Trying to write this Walking Dead thing is driving me bonkers. I’m actually pretty sure no one will read it, either. It’s about Shane and not Daryl, Glenn or Rick. But damn it, Shane could have been a good character if he hadn’t realized what was going to be necessary to survive from the start and let everything get to him. 

Anyway, anybody into The Walking Dead that follows me? I could really use someone to bounce things off of on this.

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Ugh. Fuck you brain. Focus on one thing and one only, please? This story is really starting to irritate me. Got halfway into writing a first chapter, have gotten this idea now to have the OFC leave a voice message on Shane’s phone that only says I love you & I want to come home..

So.. Any walking dead / Shane fans on here that wouldn’t mind lending an ear and telling me how to make all this work together?

I’m getting back into writing and fuck, I’m rusty.

Got a few ideas for wrestling ones too, but not sure what’s cliche and what’s got potential. They’re all based on these weird af random headcanons I have about different wrestlers.. 

Look, I’ma be real with y’all. I haven’t written in like... five or six years? But suddenly it’s like my brain is working again?

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tfw Zack Ryder feels sneak up on you out the blue.. I started writing a thing for him but I dunno if it’s gonna get posted or be any good or not. Anybody else like him and might wanna read the thing?