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sunaswife · 4 years ago

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A Suna Rintarou Series

Summary: Suna was the best boyfriend you could ask for, after fighting with your inner demons that screamed you were ugly, worthless, and annoying. You finally decided to go the next step with your boyfriend, only to find out it was all a game.

A/N: PART 16!!! next chapter might be the smutty smut.

Warnings: underaged drinking, smut, guys talking badly about women, heartbreak, messed up shit that you shouldn’t do and a bit of fluff if you squint

Disc eight-slide two: Suna Rintarou 🖤

“I heard you started dating some guy in the soccer team. Congrats I’m happy for you.” Suna fake smiled at the girl in front of him. “Oh shut up. I know what you’re doing.” Jamie fake smiled back and his smile dropped. “Okay great. So first order of business, the bet is off. No if’s but’s or maybe’s. I quit, and the twins quit as well.” He immediately got serious and she laughed. “I knew that’s why you called me here. You want me to keep quiet so I don’t spill the beans huh?” She smirked with a brow raised. “Yeah.” Suna deadpanned but she just stared, she wanted to hear him plee and beg.

Suna bit the inside of his cheek as he stared at the girl in the eyes. “Listen.” He started and her brows rose in amusement, she was listening. “Y/N. She’s the best thing that has ever happened to me. I swear. She is so kind and patient. She’s smart and funny. She’s perfect, my perfect. I feel so bad for treating her like an object and even treating you like one too.” Suna’s voice lowered. He was obviously embarrassed, society said “boys will be boys.” Always giving an excuse for the stupid shit they do.

“I learned my lesson, I found a strong and independent girl who is my number one motivator and supporter. I don’t want to lose her. I want to tell her about the bet but I know she’ll be upset so I want to make sure we all agreed to end it before telling her.” He spoke honestly. “Damn you really are a fucking simp.” She snorted but he didn’t pay her comment any mind. He’s used to it.

“Fine. I don’t really care about her so I don’t mind.” She shrugged and he smiled. “Friends?” He asked and stuck out his hand for them to shake. “Wait—nevermind. Y/N will get the wrong idea.” He chuckled nervously and moved his hand to grab the fork and eat his cheesecake. He was honestly so happy that Jamie would stay silent. Now the second issue is when to tell you. Before nationals? That’s probably for the best. But what if you’re angry throughout the whole tournament? That’ll cause an issue, and he doesn’t think he’ll have the privacy to properly talk to you about it. “Can i have a bite? I regret not picking a pastry.” She pouted. “Knock yourself out. I’m not in the mood to eat sweets anymore.” He said and slid the plate. She grabbed the fork and immediately took a bite. “Oh I hope your girlfriend doesn’t mind that we shared the same form.” She teased and he rolled his eyes.

“What did we miss?” Atsumu asked as he and Osamu sat down on the booth. “She’s keeping it between us. The bet is off.” Suna spoke up and Atsumu layed back against the chair. “Oh thank god, I was feeling so bad with every month that passed by.” Atsumu sighed. “Me too.” “Me three.” Suna finished. “Well, it looks like I gotta go meet with my boyfriend. I’ll see you guys at nationals.” She fake smiled again and they waved and she was gone. She wanted to leave as soon as possible.

“I felt like so much weight was lifted off my shoulders.” Suna covered his face with his elbows rested on the table. “I’m so fucking happy.” He said and Osamu patted his back.

“Me too dude. Me too.”

“Okay okay okay! Please be gentle they’re delicate...ATSUMU NO!” You yelled as he shook the box. “What is it a puppy?” He asked and you shook your head in disappointment. Suna chuckled at Atsumu’s stupidity and he looked down at the medium sized box in his lap. It had his name on the top right corner with a heart replacing the dot in the letter i.

“I want you all to open it together.” You instructed as you gently placed Atsumu’s box on his lap. They all unwrapped the boxes and Osamu was the first one to pop out his pocket knife to cut the tape thats keeping the contents inside secured. He tilted his head in confusion when he saw a bag of soil, an index card, a pot and some flower seeds.

“Maybe you got the wrong gift?” Atsumu asked as he took Osamu’s pocket knife from his hand and cut his box as well but he was met with the same thing. The same bag of soil, a different colored pot and some different seeds. “Did you get the same thing?” Osamu asked as he and his twin turned to Suna. His box was already opened as he looked at the seeds. “Is there a reason we have literal dirt in our Christmas box. I mean I know we’re not perfect but I think this is worse than coal.” Atsumu said and you giggled.

You excitedly hugged your legs and rested your chin on your knees. “I always try to be creative and my friend gave me a flower book not that long ago. Different flowers have different meanings. I thought it was beautiful. So I wanted to share these with you. Each flower type represents my individual relationship and feelings with you. It’s on the card.” You said and they couldn’t stop their blushes.

Why are you so fucking adorable?

“Do we read them outloud?” Osamu asked and you shrugged. “If you want.” You replied honestly and he nodded. “Ooo lemme go first!” Atsumu said and dramatically cleared his throat. “Chrysanthemum: represents friendship and support. Aka I’m always going to be there for you, boke.—Hey! That ending was uncalled for.” He whined and you laughed along with his twin and your boyfriend. “It’s the truth, ‘Tsumu. Nothing but the truth.” You shrugged and he scowled. “At least the flowers are kinda pretty.” He muttered and Osamu glared at him as he impatiently waited for his turn. “Can I talk now or yer still uttering bullshit?” He asked with a raised brow. “Shut yer trap!” Atsumu said and nudged Osamu with his shoulder. “No fighting in my parents house please. If they found out I had a Christmas get together here they’d kill me.” You warned and they stopped.

“Alstroemeria: represents friendship, good fortune, and prosperity. Aka you better give me all the free onigiri I want when you open your restaurant.” He read outloud and snorted “Nope, on the contrary I’ll charge you more.” He smirked and you nudged him with your foot with a pout. “Hey I thought you said no fighting.” Atsumu pointed out and you nudged him too. “Shut yer trap.” You mocked but before Atsumu could even reply your boyfriend began to read his card. “Sunflower: Represents adoration and pure love—“ “Ha gayy.” Atsumu interrupted but you grabbed the hood of his jacket and pulled it over his head and you pulled the strings. “Shut up.” You said.

“Aka, Roses are red. Sunflowers are yellow. I’m good in bed, will you be my bedfellows?” He said and your eyes widened as well as the twins. “Y/N! You naughty naughty girl!” Osamu yelled and you tried to grab the card from Suna’s hand. “I DID NOT WRITE THAT I SWEAR!” You yelled, Suna kept dodging your grabby hands on his precious card so you decided to tickle his armpits. “Y/N no! I’m sorry I’m sorry! Stop I’ll stop!” He laughed and you took the card from his hand. “Read it!” You said and shoved it in Osamu’s face, “Aka, I love you bitch, ain’t gonna stop loving you bitch.” He read outloud and Suna tried catching his breath as he layed on the carpeted floor defeated.

“Y/N-chan, I can’t untie this...” Atsumu said quietly.

This was definitely the best Christmas ever.

Previously

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Masterlist

A/N: I don’t celebrate Christmas so I just did the gift exchange ☺️

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waitintheelevator · 2 years ago

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To say that I’m impressed is an understatement, blown away is underplaying it, shocked is an under reaction. Your work over exceeds my expectations every single time. I think to myself “How can Mays writing get any better?” I don’t know how! It’s crazy! Mind twisting! I was hungry for an age gap relationship and you hand fed it to me with a golden spoon. I’ve climbed the highest mountains, tip-toed over quicksand, killed five women to find an age gap story as good as this one. Where did this begin? Where did this desire for old men to love me sprout from? This desire for a wise man to guide me has sprouted out of control. This story is a watering can that is watering overgrown weeds and turning it into a lush summer sunflower. My feelings and desire have grown exponentially since I read this story. I feel new again. Healed. I look at these old men in a different light. They aren’t just sex objects, they have feelings too. There is a seed planted in me that has brought empathy and wisdom. These old men have stories. Not only are they sex objects, but they are also damaged. I’ve gotten no better taste of this damage than from Victor Layne himself. You started off this story with his age, 17, about the same age we are now. Victor is a ripe banana waiting to collect dirt and mush. His father certainly has a way of doing that. My baby Victor was abused? Immediately I thought “this is a man who needs saving” I formed a sort of protection over him…Almost like a mother…BUT WAIT! HE HAS A MOTHER! Where is she? Oh….she left him……25!!! 25….what a time to be alive! I was wondering when a female love interest would be introduced. Now that it’s happened, I wish it didn’t. I hate this bitch cunt she’s so stupid and I’m jealous of her! Maybe she reads poetry and maybe shes gorgeous but she will never be able to satisfy him. I never knew a story could bring such anger to my heart, such passion for a man that isn’t real. 28 years old! He’s marrying someone else! Okay! “Partners for life, through thick and thin, through sickness and in health….” Part of me hopes the sickness overrules their marriage! 31 years old …She’s dead 🎉🎉🎉🎉 If I’m being honest, I already knew about her death, but that didn’t make the news any less sweet. That bitch had it coming. She gave him a lighter as a gift…is that not promoting his drug usage or what???? She needs to stay 6ft underground while Victor Layne is 6 ft deep in me!!!!! 35 years old.. I should feel bad for him and his spiraling and guilt, but the more damaged the better. He’s leaving london and coming home to mama🤷‍♀️ 38 years old… IN A SMALL TOWN IN OKLAHOMA LMFAOOO. TULSA BABY!!!!! T-TOWN!!!! I wish he was real like I actually need a man so badly I’d do anything to see that guy again 😞 trying to imagine what life would be like if I never saw him. We wouldn’t have this story! I love the detail of the salt and peppered hair. This is my type in a man exactly and the way you describe him is superb. I have to admit something…I have accidentally been picturing Matty Healy this entire time and i literally feel sick to my stomach about it. He’s just on the brain…ANYWAYS 38 years old….and he already wants us….if this were real life I literally would never linger after class and talk to him but this is why I LOVE stories like this. It shows the real possibilities of the world. I know a love like this exists out there, and I will swim through shark infested waters to find it. Still 38, and ready to JUMP HIS BONES! Kidding…he found himself grunting as he was pushing into my walls..I MEAN he was grunting as he pushed open the doors to the lecture hall😅 Your description of him really does bring me back to reality. I forget that he’s an old man who aches and breaks, I want him even more. This is kind of our first look at a playful banter between them, well he’s trying to banter. The idea of handing in a paper and touches lingering is CRAZY! WHO KNEW VICTOR STILL HAD THAT DOG IM HIM😹? Picturing him teaching psychology with a button down and arm muscles is literally a dream. I need this to be my life (pt. 1)

Ummmmm white man

“You shouldn’t be here… I’m fucked up, I can’t fuck you up too.” “Who else gonna take care of you on nights like this, Mr. Layne?”

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17. Seventeen. Seventeen years old and enduring torture.

The smell of of smoke filled his lungs, mixing with the crisp, London air. Curled up on the seat on the balcony, he took a deep breath. Wind blew his loose, dark curls around as his father’s voice pierces Victor’s ears.

“You’re a fucking pansy, a cunt just like your whore bag of a mother-” Victor’s fingers shook, attempting to tune out his father’s abuse. What did a seventeen year old do to deserve this mistreatment? “You’re stupid, and you’re disgusting and worthless! You can’t even get a job, why else are you still alive?” Before the boy could flinch, a blazing hand struck him on the cheek, burning tears from his eyes.

He snapped, standing up, “What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you mentally challenged? Why do you have to be such a dick?” Victor’s voice cracked slightly, over the abuse. Years of torment by his dad fucked him up. His mom left after his dad put his hands on her, and his drinking only got worse. He would take it out on Victor, seeing his mother’s radiant life in his son.

His dad stayed quiet, a look of anger and a twinge of guilt in his eyes. “You don’t have to worry about me anymore.” He stormed inside, his dad stomping in behind him.

“You’re not gonna do anything you little bitch! You haven’t got half the balls your mother did, fag-” His words slurred, taking another sip of whatever battery acid was mixed in his cup. Victor didn’t talk back, simply shoving random clothes in a briefcase.

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25. Twenty- five. Twenty- five years old and working as a librarian in a town far from his childhood.

A beautiful lady walked up to the checkout counter.

“You like poetry?” Victor’s hand brushed up against the woman’s, their eyes locking.

“I do, I’m researching and looking for inspiration for my next book. I’m looking for a psychological yet spiritual-” Victor tuned her out stared at her, in awe of her beauty and passion for whatever she was going on about. He scanned the book, scanning her library card after. “Sorry, I ramble.” She shook her head embarrassed and red.

“Don’t be, I like your passion. I have a book you’d like. I could give it to you, if you’d let me of course.” Victor took his chance shamelessly, yet swooned the young woman. She obliged and made a plan to meet that Friday for drinks and books.

“I’m Angelica.” She held her hand out and Victor grabbed it.

“Victor.”

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28. Twenty- eight. Twenty- eight and marrying the love of his life, Angelica.

“I do.”

“I do!”

“You may kiss the bride.”

His arms wrapped around her corset- covered waist as he leaned her over for a kiss, a kiss he was specifically waiting for. Their first kiss as a married couple. Their first kiss as life long soul mates. Partners for life, through thick and thin, through sickness and health, for the rest of eternity, right?

“I got you a present, V.” She confessed, pulling out a stainless steel lighter in pristine condition.

“I’ve never met someone like you before.” Victor confessed while his head was buried in her neck while their bodies are tangled together, a thin blanket covering their bare bodies.

“Baby,” she giggled into the top of his head, wrapping her arms around him.

“I’m serious. Where would I be without you? I love you. I was lost when you found me.”

“Go to sleep, sappy boy. You’re drunk.” He smiled warmly cozying into her deeper, with not a worry in the world.

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31. Thirty- one. Thirty- one and numb at his soulmate’s funeral.

The casket was closed. It hurt him even more, not being able to see his best friend one more time. He didn’t get to say goodbye, their last words exchanged being “fuck you”. They were arguing the night before she died. Angelica hastily got in her car, driving away from him for some space. She was in an accident.

He blamed himself. It was all his fault. At least that’s what he thought. He blamed himself for everything, his mother, his father, his wife. He would never forgive himself for this.

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35. Thirty- five. Thirty- five and drunk on the side of the road.

Four years later and he still can’t forgive himself. He’s only spiraled. He couldn’t go on like this. Everything reminded him of her. The apartment with remnants of her existence, but no life to be found. It angered him, infuriated him that she didn’t have more time. Everything he touched broke, shattered and was destroyed. He couldn’t do it anymore. He needed a change. A change of scenery, a change of mind, a change of heart. He was leaving.

He left the country and went to the land of the free with nothing but a briefcase filled with cash, liquor and his gifted lighter. He was ready to leave it all behind, and he did. Except he couldn’t, he couldn’t leave behind her memory, the baggage going with him anyway.

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38. Thirty- eight. Thirty- eight and living in a small town in Oklahoma, teaching at the local college as a psychologist professor.

He was tired. He was tired and greying, salt sprinkled in his hair as a sign of aging and stress. He had a passion for psychology, but no interest in teaching it to unmotivated, newly turned adults. Unamused, he showed up to class everyday. He was bored, he was so uninterested until he saw you. After leaving behind his past life and coming here, he never interacted with people much. He never socialized in fear of what else he would destroy. He figured if he kept to himself, no one would care. That was enough for him.

Again, that was until you appeared in his class. After classes, you would linger for a moment, asking if he was alright.

“Mr. Layne, you seem tired. Long night?” You would joke, hinting at a hangover.

With not a hint of emotion on his face, he would always give a return. “Something like that.”

You always smiled at him before leaving, saying something along the lines of, you should smile more, or take a day off.

He would wonder if he was taking your interactions out of context, twisting them into something deeper, more taboo. But those thoughts would quickly leave his mind as he reprimanded himself.

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Still 38, he found himself grunting as he struggled to push open the large, heavy doors to his lecture hall. The ache in his shoulder presented nothing but a testament to his apparent aging.

8:30 A.M MONDAY, read the digital clock glowing red on the wall behind his desk. Huffing and puffing, Mr. Layne threw down his tattered, patch-covered briefcase onto his desk. He slumped himself into the chair, resting his head in his hands as he rubbed his face up and down.

His tired mind questioned him, wondering why he didn’t just quit his job to become a male stripper. Making himself chuckle dryly, he looked up at the seemingly never ending rows of seats and then back at the door as someone to have walked in. It was you.

“You’re here early. We’ve got over half an hour.” He questioned, with a faint touch of concern in his tone.

“Woke up early ‘cause of a headache, couldn’t go back to bed.” You replied with a half-assed smile, rubbing your left temple. He nodded in acknowledgement, before going to tend to whatever papers were on his desk. You glanced over at him before picking a seat in the second row up. You sat down, your eyes on Mr. Layne. Studying him, your eyes narrowed and your hands automatically supported your head up.

You wouldn’t lie, Mr. Layne looked great for his age, not that he was super old, but he exactly young either. Perfectly aged, like red wine. Pale skin implied he didn’t go outside often. His hair presented in dark, loose ringlets, yet sprinkled with white all over. They lay in a messy pattern, though it looked like he tried to tame it by combing it back. Not that it worked. His eyes seemed black with creases, with no shine or sparkle to them, it made him mysterious, made him alluring. It made you want to learn more about this inexplicable man. His nose was sharp, a light scar over the bridge, hinting to a rowdy past. He had an overgrown shave, not too thick or thin, his skin peeking through the white and auburn hair. He was attractive, sexy even.

To put a bow on it, his personality brought it together. He wouldn’t stand for nonsense, but he reciprocated jokes and light-hearted conversation to the best of his abilities. He was a great guy, but something about him was missing, that much you could tell. He didn’t seem to enjoy normal people activities, he would tell you how he doesn’t do much on the weekends and how he doesn’t go on vacations. You were determined to find out more.

“What’d you do this weekend, Mr. Layne?” You questioned, tilting your head and smiling as he looked up at you.

He thought for a moment to make it seem like he did something, even though he didn’t. “Nothing fun or important. I guess I learned a new dish.” He tried his best to give you a satisfying answer, even though he didn’t care much.

Your brows raised in amusement. “You cook?” He nodded. “Do you cook for dinner dates? Who’s the lucky girl, Victor?” You interrogated in a playful yet mischievous tone, hoping to exude some laughter from him. Even though deep down, you truly wanted to know if he had his sights on another woman.

He paused for a moment, looking down for a split second and then back up at you. “That’s Mr. Layne to you, miss. And no, no lucky woman,” He had a soft smile, a soft smile that you deemed superficial.

Your mind wandered, truly confused that a man this attractive, smart, funny, and talented is single. You jumped to the most simple and basic conclusions, he’s either divorced or deemed himself too worthy for anyone. I could change that, you thought.

The silence once again filled the room as more people began spilling into the room, just in time for lecture. As he went on to teach, you would find your eyes stray on him and not the board. You would watch him as he paced back and forth, watched the way his buttoned shirt clung tightly in some areas, like his arms. Occasionally, you would lock eyes with him, just as any professor would make eye contact with his students. But this wasn’t normal, this was longer. This was playful, at least to you. When he would look up at you, you would look him up or down, or bite the top of your pen, or put on chapstick, slowly.

He tried to keep composed, but you could see his brow twitch slightly before furrowing. He knew it was wrong and he shouldn’t give in. But it wouldn’t hurt to wonder, he thought. In his defense, he hadn’t held anyone in years.

Interactions like this would go on, hot and heavy. Sensual glances and a second-too-long hand touches while handing in papers. Once, you even stayed after class, attempting to ask him for help. Basking in the thought he would maintain solidity, he agreed. It was all innocent play at first. Arm touches and swats, flirty yet disguisable compliments. Arm touches turned into thigh caresses, and undercover compliments into blatant flirting, surprisingly from both sides. But he stopped himself before he had done something he regretted. These kind of days drove him crazy. It would make him stay up till 2 A.M, causing him to sip on his drink way past happy hour. It would make his cock twitch at 3 A.M, the thought of you shamefully turning him on in the best most taboo way. He couldn’t handle these contrasting emotions anymore, it was wrecking him.

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That red glowing clock shone the numbers, 3:56 P.M. FRIDAY Mr. Layne strode around the front of the room, closing up the book in his hands. Sweat trickled down the side of his head and slipped down into the collar of his shirt, leaving its journey down his probably toned body up to your imagination.

His gruff voice snapped you out of your day dream as he spoke, “That’s all for today. Just read the last chapter in your textbook for homework over the weekend. You. Stay after class.” He looked straight at you with a large finger directing at you. He was duller than usual today. Dark half circles pulled at the bottom of his eyes. You gulped any last ounce of anxiety before nodding and picking up your bag to make your way over to his desk. He simultaneously walked to his desk at the same time as you, staring dead at you as you did. He stared at you, not looking away while everyone left the class. His expression was unreadable, just like every other time, except this time, his eyebrows were scrunched. Your heart thumped a bit harder than usual. You looked up at him through your lashes, still subconsciously attempting to seduce him, accidentally of course.

He glanced over to the side, making sure everyone has left. The second the last person left, he turned to you immediately, getting closer. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

You tilted your head, getting an idea of what he was talking about but decided to find out more. “What’re you talking about, Mr. Layne?” your face contorted into a façade of confusion, looking up at him.

“Just stop, stop. The looks, the conversations, all of it. It’s not right.” He huffed, now closer than ever. Even in his moment of anger, you couldn’t help but notice how good he looks with a bead of sweat collecting on his temple. His accent did a number on you as well.

“It doesn’t necessarily feel… wrong.” You shrugged, biting the inside of your cheek, holding back a smirk. You could tell you had an effect on him. What kind of effect? You couldn’t tell. His breathing matched yours, if not heavier than yours. He licked his lips unknowingly, still angry. He suddenly shook his head, as if he just snapped out of it.

He chuckled in disbelief at himself as he took a step back and turned around, in shock he would even think things like this.

“What are you afraid of? You can’t just sit here and blame me after you felt it too-” You ask, in hopes of a solid answer. This conversation had made you wonder if you just had created all the other interactions up in your mind, if you were just delusional and convinced yourself he wanted you.

He just shook his head with his eyes closed. “No. I’m gonna- no!” He stopped himself. “You need to go, I cannot deal with this. It’s my wife’s anniversary and I have places to be-” He stopped himself as the word of his wife slipped out of his mouth. If you recalled right, he had told you he didn’t have one. That gave you all the solidity you needed about him and you.

“You told me you didn’t have a wife. That proves me right, you lied about being single, why else would you lie?”

“Please just go.” He cut you off, turning back around. You both stared at each other, your mouth slightly agape. Huffing, you stomped out, rightfully embarrassed. It was humiliating, you thought you had misinterpreted everything and ended up looking stupid. You went home in shame. Mr. Layne however, began his descent to the local bar downtown.

His wife’s anniversary, he called it, wasn’t what you thought. He wasn’t celebrating their wedding, it was her death date. And every year on this day, he would get absolutely shitfaced in replacement of visiting her grave and mourning her death appropriately. Subconsciously, he had hoped that one day, he would get so wasted that he would hit his head and forget it all, all of it, from his dad to his deceased wife. He didn’t even know if he loved her the same, all the years of drinking corroded his brain and scrambled his feelings. But he liked to drink in her memory, out of respect of course. Because no matter how he decided to feel about her, whether that be love or no feelings at all, they both had a life together at some point and he owed her that recognition.

And so that led him here, in the local bar running on a couple glasses of whiskey with no intention to stop anytime soon. He had intended to get absolutely drunk. A song play softly in the background, something about romance and spewing love letters. It sort of made him sick to his stomach. He took a swig of his current drink and sputtered in anger, “Can we change the fucking song?” He didn’t even know what he was doing, it was like his body had a mind of its own.

The barkeep replied, cleaning a glass, “No, sorry sir. The songs are played randomly, it isn’t in my hands.” The boy-ish bartender shrugged with a crooked smile, hoping that the drunk man in front of him would not make a scene. He went up to piss, grabbing his belt and adjusting as he did. On his way there, he bumped into a blonde man holding a tray of beers. They bumped shoulders which caused the man to spill the drinks.

“The fuck man? Watch where you’re going!” the blonde spoke in a booming voice, but not enough to be considered yelling.

Feeling a bit tipsy, Victor didn’t even know what he was saying. “What’re you gonna do about it?” If he wasn’t irritated and in a haze of emotions, he would never act like this, he was a good man at heart.

The blonde pushed Mr. Layne, causing him to stumble backwards into a table. In a bitter, vengeful manner, he punched the man. That punch caused all hell to break loose. The other man began to punch him back and they started to brawl in the middle of this busy bar. The blonde man ended up jabbing him right in the nose and managed to cut him across his face, a single long cut splaying out across his cheek to his lip. In retaliation to that, Victor punched him right in the cheek, spit flying from the mans mouth with blood coupled along with it. He could’ve sworn he heard a tooth chip. They both got hits in before ending up on the floor shamelessly. Victor got on top of him ,straddling the man on his stomach while punching him. It wasn’t long before a couple workers and the owner of the bar showed up to break them apart. They peeled them apart as their limbs still flailed in a pathetic attempt to break free to hit once more.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Get out!” The owner yelled, practically throwing Victor out of the bar. The blonde man ended up right beside him. “Don’t come back!”

“Your bar fucking sucks anyway!” Mr. Layne yelled back as the owner shut the door. They both sat on the floor panting heavily as people turned their heads, peering at the spectacle. “Cunt.” Victor muttered out as he pulled out a pack of smoked from his pocket. He placed one between his lips before giving one to the bruised man sitting next to him. Pulling out the old, scuffed stainless steel lighter, he lit up his own cig and then he man’s. He got up, then held out a hand to the blonde man to help him up. And then he walked away and that was the end of that. He had hoped to never see him again. Nights like these messed with his head. He wasn’t himself. It was very out of character for him.

He didn’t know what to do, he didn’t want to go home but he was too tired and kind of in pain to go to another bar.

So he just walked downtown. He took a drag, pain taking over his bruised ribs as he inhaled and exhaled. He coughed while he exhaled the smoke, his whole torso throbbing. He sat down on some bench under a street light that was next to a club and just smoked. The muffled music filled his ears and his brain felt like it pulsed to the beat of the music. He could feel tiny drops of blood tricking down his body and his face but he just did not care.

Unbothered, he sat there, smoking. Until he heard a familiar voice from down the side walk. “Mr. Layne?” It was you. You jogged up to him, concerning swarming over your face as you see the beat up state he was in with crimson pooling at the corner of his mouth and the cuts and bruises. “What the hell happened to you?”

He wasn’t sure if he was hallucinating or not. It was like an angel was sent from heaven for him, as if the god’s knew he needed help. He looked up at you like a lost little boy who finally found his mother.

“Are you really here?” His hands reached out to grasp you, double checking your existence. You couldn’t help but chuckle a bit, seeing him in this state like a child. You took a seat next to him and you both faced each other.

“What did you do to your face?”

“Some idiot at the bar. Got him back though-” he spat, wiping off blood from his cheek. “Why are you here?”

“It’s Friday night. I’m obviously gonna be out-” you rolled your eyes somewhat playfully and you couldn’t help but notice his weight shift, like he was loosening up. But then you remembered the incident that happened only a couple hours ago. He didn’t seem to remember, it was the least of his worries. You both just sat there for a moment, thoughts ran through your head. You obviously couldn’t leave him here. “Um, are you gonna get home okay? Where’s your wife?” You ask, leaning your head down to look him in the eyes. When he heard you ask about his wife, he just ignored it. Odd.

He paused and nodded, imagining slugging himself alone once more. “I guess. Yeah I’m all good.” the cigarette butt fell under his foot and became squashed with a shimmy of his foot.

You thought for a moment, deciding he needed someone to clean him up. “No, can I help get you home? At least clean you up a little.” you questioned very quietly. Secretly, this was your attempt to see his home, but it would also be you helping him. Win-win.

He also thought for a moment, his brows scrunching up in an expression you couldn’t read. “Okay,” was all he said before you both got up. “We can walk from here.”

“Fine by me.”

And now you both were here, walking side by side in silence, yet surrounded with chatter from civilians on the street, yet the silence was still unbearably loud.

“What was the fight over?” you asked, in hope of an answer and also to rid of the silence.

“It’s so idiotic.” He chuckled dryly, shaking his head and looking down at his feet with his hands in his pocket.

Your eyes peeked over at him, noticing he was still in the same outfit he was in when you guys shared that moment. The top couple buttons were loose while his tie hung around his neck un-tied. Disheveled black and silver hair lay against his sweat ridden forehead. “I’m sure it was very… cut worthy?” You joked with an amused smile.

That earned you a light laugh. He pulled out another smoke from his pocket and placed it between his lips while he brought out his lighter. He spoke through his teeth with the cig still in his mouth. “Trust me, it was not.” You grinned.

Innocently, you looked over at him as he lit his up with that same old lighter. “Can I have one?”

He peered at you. “They’re bad for you, don’t you know that?” He asked, an almost non-existent smirk splaying onto his face.

You shrugged. “’S fine. Makes me feel good.” He raised a brow, an idea jumping into his head. He took one out and handed it to you and watched intently as you put it between your faded red lips. You both stopped walking so he could light yours up, he brought it up to the tip of it, the heat of fire radiating onto your face.

You took a drag. “Thank you Mr. Layne.” You smiled, once again very innocently. It was like a game.

The walk went on, hands ghosting against each other and silly peeks and peers. It was playful. But before you knew it, you both were at the doorstep of his apartment. The street light hummed softly as he unlocked the door and stepped in with you right behind him.

Immediately, the first thing you noticed was the smell. There was a faint scent of cologne swirled with smoke. He turned on the lights, a yellow-orange light lit up the living room. He had a corduroy sofa with an ashtray on the coffee table. He kind of stood there, it was an awkward moment before you decided to break the deafening silence. But then you looked around for evidence of a woman living here.

“Why aren’t you with your wife? I thought it was your anniversary?” You questioned. Once again no answer. In hopes of an answer, you asked him for his first aid kit. He pointed to a cabinet in the kitchen and you followed behind him. There was a small breakfast table in the corner and he took a seat there while you grabbed the kit and pulled up a chair in front of him.

You placed it on the table and opened it up, grabbing stuff to clean his face up.

“I’m fine really,” He sighed, rubbing his temples. Shaking your head, you pulled out a sterilizing pad to clean his wounds. You ripped it open with your teeth and tossed the wrapper on the table.

“You’re kidding right? You’ve got a black eye and gash from your cheek to your lip. And you’re probably bruising god-knows-where.” You brought it up to his eyebrow, wiping the little wound. He sucked in a sharp breath, shutting his eyes. “It’ll only hurt worse.” You continued to clean his face, but grabbed a new one after it got soiled. In the downtime, you could feel his burning gaze on your skin, heat rising to the top. You looked up, eyes catching his. You both looked at each other. It wasn’t awkward, but his face showed… guilt?

He took in a breath before he spoke, “This is wrong.” He shook his head “This is inappropriate.” You knew he wasn’t talking about cleaning his wounds, but the fact that you, his student, was in his home past hours, touching his face.

Face flat, you responded, “Listen, I’m not gonna sit here and convince you, but you just can’t deny that you didn’t feel.. something, anything. Because that would be a lie, not to me, but yourself. Victor you’re lying to yourself. But it’s fine, You’re right. I know it’s wrong now, you’re married and-”

He cut you off. “She’s dead.”

You paused and looked him in the eyes, which only made him look down. “Huh?”

“My wife, she’s dead.” You were confused.

Huh.. I thought he said…?

“I thought-”

“Well I didn’t say she was alive.” He closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead. “I said it was her anniversary, her death anniversary.”

You were shocked. “Oh, I’m sorry.”

He brushed it off as nonchalantly as he could, shrugging it off. “Nah, it’s okay, I’m okay.”

“You don’t look okay. Is it a coincidence that you got messy on her anniversary?”

“If I’m being honest, no.” You shook your head, expecting that answer. It went silent again. It seemed silence was a reoccurring instance between you two. But this time, the absence of sound was more mournful, more comforting, for him at least.

“You shouldn’t be here… I’m fucked up, I can’t fuck you up too.” He was lying to himself and you could see right through him. He wouldn’t stop you if anything happened…

“Who else gonna take care of you on nights like this, Mr. Layne?” You looked up at him through your eyelashes like you always do, fluttering your eyes and slightly wetting your lips. “You deserve care and love too.”

In all seriousness, you knew this was wrong. Seducing your professor on a day special to him? Crazy. But could anyone blame you? How could anyone resist the husky, beat up man who’s grunting and panting?

His eyes locked with yours as his tongue swiped against the corner of his mouth, swiping the somewhat dried blood away. Neither of you knew what happened, but an unknown force took over both of you. Something unnatural took over you, causing both of you to lean forward, lips touching.

It was absolutely electric. Shocking. Painful, for him at least. So wrong but so fucking good at the same time. The fact that it was so inappropriate made it feel even better. You deepened the kiss, testing the waters by pushing your tongue against his lips. Reluctantly, he obliged. From there on it only got better.

Your hands found your way into his unkept hair, tugging softly as your teeth clashed and your tongues fought for dominance. Your chairs ended up scooting closer together and your knees were touching, but it didn’t stay like that for long. Hands still in his hair, you both raised up and you ended up against his wall with a knee between your legs.

He was panting you were scrunching your legs together. He looked so good like this, sweaty with his shirt half done and his belt ready to come undone. You could feel it between your legs, feel him.

“Tell me to stop.” He broke away from you, a roguish twinkle in his eyes appearing. “Tell me to stop, please. If I keep going, I’m gonna do something I’ll regret.” Your response to him was to grab his face and place your lips where they belong, on top of his.

He couldn’t even think straight anymore. He couldn’t even think about the magnitude of his actions, how much it would affect him the next morning, but none of that mattered at the moment. None of that mattered when he had a beautiful young woman ready to be putty in his hands.

Your hips rolled against his knee, subliminally yearning for some sort of friction. Your action didn’t go unnoticed by him. You could hear him mutter under his breath, something along the lines of, so needy.

It was almost as if he was scared to touch you. Scared that something would happen. He didn’t know why. It might have been the underlying guilt.

“I won’t break,” your words came out a soft pant, looking up at him.

A tiny smile snuck onto his face and you noticed.

He had guided you to his room, articles of clothing littering your bee line there. His tie, your shirt and his. You were flat on his bed and was on top of you, his face buried in your neck as he sucked and nibbled.

It has been practically forever since he got some, but he stayed just as skillful as he was in his 20′s. Thank god for that. You were seeing stars just with him leaving purple marks on your neck. He got up for a moment, eyes scanning all the way down. His chest was heaving up and down and just like always, sweat dripped down his temple. His eyes drooped low, you couldn’t tell if he was drunk off alcohol or you. His burning gaze made you feel small. It was almost predatorial, the age gap didn’t help. You felt controlled, but it turned you on. He wouldn’t lie and say he wasn’t turned on either, but he couldn’t help but feel a small twinge of guilt.

Eyes locked with yours, his hands found his way to the hem of your bottoms, ripping them off to reveal your white panties. His fingers fumbled with the edge of them, eventually pulling them down and exploring his way around your heat. His fingers teased, ghosting touches against your thighs just like you would tease him in class. The sight of him above you drove you wild. And your imagination was right, he was fit.

“Remember all those times you would tease me during class and get away with it?” A pathetic mewl left your mouth in response to his condescending tone, back arching in hopes of his fingers to touch you. God his accent was so hot. Everyday you thanked God for British people.

“Please..” the way he had you begging before he even touched you was filthy.

A scoff left his mouth, a finger softly caressing right above your clit. You couldn’t take anymore. He mercifully started to rub your bud softly, watching your face intently as he did. Gasps filled his ears as he picked up the pace. You could feel your skin burning as he slid in a finger, earning a sweet whine from your cherry stained lips.

“Shit, faster.” According to your request, he added another finger and pumped faster, his hand rhythmically rubbing your clit simultaneously. Everything about him was perfect and everything you learned about him only proved you right. He was hot, can cook, teaches, respectful, AND good with his hands? It only made you wonder what his dick could do. It only made you want to cum on his hand faster.

Praises fell from his mouth as he watched your face scrunch, he could tell your getting closer. You squeezed around his finger. “C’mon baby, let it go now.” it only pushed you over the edge as you coated his fingers. You pulsed around him and he groaned. His cock strained through his jeans, hardened against his thigh. You whimpered softly as he pulled his fingers out, and you still clenched around nothing. He wasted no time, hands going straight to his belt.

He ripped it off and swung it across the room like a cowboy, letting his pants down and his cock spring free. You sat up on your elbows and watched him while he was perched between your legs, pumping himself.

The sight just made you salivate. His cock in his hands while he watches you writhe beneath him, succumbing to submission. Who knew sleeping with your professor would be the best decision you make all year.

Your back arched, shamelessly begging for him. He knew what you were asking for and if he wasn’t so ready, he would’ve made you work for it. But he was willing to be nice. He positioned himself perfectly, and pushed himself in right when you least expected it. It made you yelp. His thrusts were perfectly, periodically timed.

Your legs wrapped around him as his head found its place in your neck, once again nibbling. He was big you wouldn’t lie, it made tears prick at your eyes. Loud whimpers and groans filled the room as well as the creaking of the bed.

“Fuck, Victor-” You panted out, head cloudy.

His pace slowed down dramatically and you, once again, whimpered pathetically.

“Mr. Layne.” Props to him for keeping it professional.

“ ‘M sorry, Mr. Layne, move please.” You pleaded, how could he say no to such a face? But it wouldn’t hurt to tease.

“God, always so fucking disrespectful, calling your teacher by his first name… do you really deserve it?” He made a domineering face, a fake puppy dog expression.

“Please, I’m sorry, please fucking move,” he enjoyed watching you squirm on his dick, he was a filthy man. You had no idea someone like him could be like this.

So he began moving, faster than last time. Vulgar noises of skin slapping grew louder as he snaked his hand down your body, toying at your clit. His grunts became groans and your whimpers became moans as you both creeped closer and closer. The noises were obscene. The room was filled with wet, slapping noises and breathless moans. The knot in your stomach churned and twisted tighter as his fingers rubbed merciless circles on your clit. You could feel him hit your sweet spot, harder and deeper every time.

“Fuck, so good s’ good,” he repeated his praises and breathed out your name like a mantra. One last rub of his fingers and thrust of his hips had you seeing white and your back arched higher than you thought it could reach. You pulsed and fluttered around his dick and that only pushed him over the edge. He pulled out and came on your stomach, spurting hot ropes over you.

Mutters of oh my god, and fuck came from both of you, still not sure of who said what. Your name fell from his lips like it was the last thing he’d ever say. He flopped down on the bed beside you and sleep hit you like a truck. Your eye lids pulled immediately, your body very obviously tired from fucking. You had thought to get up to use the bathroom, but you fell asleep.

Mr. Layne however, could not fall asleep at all. He got a rag to clean your stomach while you slept, it only soothed you into deeper sleep. After that, however, he didn’t know what to do.

He felt sick, psychically ill and guilty. Regret and shame flooded his mind as he slipped on a pair pajama pants made his way to the balcony in his bedroom, grabbing a smoke. The whole scene took him back, him sitting on a balcony on a windy night while the stench of alcohol and cigarettes filled his nose, like the night he left when he was 17. He looked over at you through the glass, body covered with his blanket and your hair all messy, yet still so pretty.

He hated it, he hated how he did this. He felt like a bad person. He took a drag and blew it out and rested his face in his hands.

“Fuck.” He didn’t know what he would do tomorrow morning. He wanted to tell you to leave and that this was a mistake, have you transferred out of his class. But subconsciously, another part of him wanted to stick his dick in your mouth first thing tomorrow morning. He would cross that bridge of shame when he got to it.

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brelione · 4 years ago

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Trying To Help (The Best Boys)

Series Masterlist

Warnings:Mentions of death, not super sad kind of just conflicting I think (figured id give you guys an emotional break), mentions of blood.Not proof read because im a lazy bitch.

“Hey pretty boy.”You whispered, trying not to cry.Topper frowned, not understanding where he was or why everything felt so weird. “Im sorry I drove off a bridge.”He replied, his voice sounding funny as if he had been talking with food in his mouth.

“Dont be bubs, you didnt mean to….”You replied, hoping your voice wasnt hurting his head.His eyes closed again, too lazy to keep them open. “Rafe should be here soon.”You bit the inside of your cheek anxiously.

His nose scrunched up, a look of disapproval on his face. “Why does everything always gotta be about Rafe?”He asked, his eyes opening wide when he realised there was a cast on his arm.He moved the fingers on his right hand, making sure that one wasnt broken too.Needles and IVs had been stabbed into his arm and hand, an air tube across his face and at his nostrils.

He noticed your hand on the bed, reaching for it with his good hand.You let him hold it, glad he wasnt mad at you.The room was quiet and dark but not so much that it was awkward, the two of you just trying to keep eachother calm. “Hey,guys.”The door opened to reveal Rafe.

He was wearing a backwards hat, a light blue polo shirt and black pants.He looked just as much of a mess as you, a guilty expression on his face.His eyes flicked over to you and Toppers hands as he sat in the chair next to you.

“Is that Rafe?”Topper asked, too tired to open his eyes again. “Yeah, dude.You really fucked up this time.”Rafe smiled but his face quickly fell into a frown when you didnt do the same.You began to drag your fingertips along Toppers arm, feeling a bit better when he grinned at the feeling.

“So how was the movie?”He asked, feeling his eyes water up. “Um...yeah, we didnt end up finishing it.Guess it wasnt the same without you there.”You muttered, your fingers trailing back down to his palm.

He hummed, taking in a deep breath when he realised you could hear his heartbeat increasing from the monitor. “I knew you wouldnt finish it.Between you and Kelce screaming and….and Rafe being an impatient slut.”Topper smiled, opening his eyes ever so slightly to catch a glimpse of Rafe’s reaction.

“Hmm...you’re lucky your arms already broken, pussy.”Rafe smiled, becoming less tense when you rolled your eyes. “DOnt be fucking rude.”You whispered with a small smile. “You know what...its the quoting the Kardashians daily for me.”Topper bit his lip as he waited for you to respond. “Its...the breaking my flower pot for me.”You replied, tapping your fingers against his palm.You grinned,recalling the memory.

You and Kelce had spent the morning together after a sleepover.You had scrolled through your pinterest feed as usual, coming across a ton of diy plant pots and decided to just go for it.You told Kelce about your idea as you two sat down for breakfast, both of you half asleep as you drank coffee. “Yeah, okay.”he agreed, putting on his shoes once he had finished his eggs.

“So how many pots should we get?”He asked as you buckled your seatbelt.You shrugged, not really having a proper answer as he began to drive to Walmart, cursing when he couldnt find a parking spot.Once he did he waited for you to go back to your pinterest boards and figure out exactly what type of paint you would need for the project.

It was far too early for the store to be busy, holding on to Kelce’s back as he grabbed a cart. “What isle?”He asked, stopping to grab a bag of cheetos. “Uhhh….I dont know.Hold on.”You pulled out your phone, holding onto him with one arm and resting the phone on top of his head.

“Thirteen.”You replied, squealing and holding on for dear life as he began running through the store, coming to a halt when he reached the isle.You hopped off of his back, grabbing some small pots and some medium pots and putting them into the cart carefully.

“Can I paint spongebob on mine?”He asked, his eyes glancing through the paint colors on the hunt for a bright yellow. “I dont care, paint whatever you want.”You replied, grabbing the primary colors and tossing them into the cart.Kelce being Kelce had freaked when he saw the variety of stickers, buying at least thirty dollars worth of puppy stickers, marvel stickers, car stickers and shiny spikes.

“No weeds are gonna mess with this plant when im done with it.”He said proudly as he grabbed every single strip of spike stickers.You had rolled your eyes, picking out some pearl like stickers and tossing them in the cart.Kelce smiled, getting an idea.

He moved all of the items to the opposite side of the cart to leave an empty space, picking you up quickly and putting you inside. “Kelce-seriously?”You sighed, holding on to the side as he pushed the cart quickly, swerving it against the tile on his way to the plant isle.

“Yep, its easier this way.”He replied, stopping the cart once you guys got to the other side of the store. “Ooh….can we grow sunflowers?”He asked, tossing the bag of seeds into the cart before you could answer. “Get lavender too.”You replied, taking out your phone to play subway surfers.

Kelce huffed, arms wrapping around your shoulders and placing a kiss on the top of your head as he watched you play. “Whats your high score?”He asked, playing with the baby hairs that had fallen out of your braids.

“I dunno, higher than yours.”You grinned, hearing him gasp. “Fucking rude.”He muttered, flicking your temple. “Fuck you.”You replied, avoiding a train. “Fuck you!”He exclaimed driving the cart to check out.He grabbed a few packs of gum as well, scanning the items at the self checkout.

You two then spent the whole afternoon painting pots and covering them in an obnoxious amount of stickers.The small one that Kelce had done all by himself was covered with spike stickers that kept falling off. “It wont stay stuck!”He exclaimed, becoming frustrated.

“Kelce, babe, its cause you’ve got paint on the sticky part.”You sighed, grabbing a paper towel and putting it under the water to wipe off the yellow paint from the pot.He was a pouting mess for the rest of the afternoon but was happy with the outcome of the pot, taking a photo of it to post on his snapchat story. “How did you do that?”He asked, pointing to the pastel rainbow pot you had painted.You shrugged, just going off of what you saw in the video.You two had decided to just go sit on the couch and watch some cartoons while you waited for Rafe and Topper, leaving the pots to dry on the table.

Once Topper had gotten there he had given you a quick greeting and went into the kitchen to get something to drink, accidentally elbowing one of the pots in the process and sending it to the floor, the clay colliding with your tile floor. “TOPPER!WHAT THE FUCK?!”You exclaimed, rushing into the kitchen.

“Its the stealing my hoodies from me and then pretending you didnt for me.”He replied.Your heart dropped as you realized you were wearing his hoodie right now, beginning to freak out when you realised you werent even wearing pants.

“Shut up.”You replied, squeezing his hand lightly.Kelce came through the door a few seconds later, sighing loudly. “These people are ridiculous-I had to convince them that I was Top’s adopted brother.Did you have to do that?”He asked Rafe, going to stand at the end of the bed.

“Nope.”Rafe replied.Kelce bit the inside of his cheek, staring at Topper. “Concussion?”He asked, noticing the bandage that was peaking out from Topper’s forehead.You nodded, looking between the two boys. “How you feeling?”Kelce asked.Topper grinned, peaking one eye open.

“Like shit.”Topper replied, a small smile on his face. “How long am I gonna be stuck here?”Topper asked, finally acknowledging the fact that he was in a hospital.Rafe shook his head, looking over to Kelce as if he knew anything about the situation that you and Rafe didnt.

Kelce shrugged, not knowing either. “I mean, with that kind of injury one could only assume a good two weeks or so.You wont be able to drive- (Y/N)- how did you get here?”Kelce asked, realising.You had texted them from the hospital which meant that Rafe hadnt driven you.

You went quiet, feeling their eyes on you. “Uhhh….I drove.”You replied, hoping they wouldnt push further.Topper opened both of his eyes this time, wanting to make sure he had understood properly. “What?”Topper asked, cringing at the lisp he now had.

He shouldve known his voice would sound different.He had literally bit off part of his tongue. “I drove.”You repeated, feeling a bit insecure.Rafe just looked confused, Kelce was shocked and Topper just couldnt believe it.

“How’d it go?”Topper asked, wanting to sit up when he realised that he couldnt really move that much.You shrugged, trying to figure out why the attention was on you when Topper had literally almost died.

“I dont really know, kinda just did it.I dont really remember it either.”You replied, feeling Rafe’s hand drift onto your knee, tapping your knee cap.He had been doing it for years.He was awkward most of the time and didnt know what to do if his hand was empty, usually going to hold yours or just touch you in some way to feel more grounded.

“Why dont you remember it?”Topper asked, unable to grasp the whole situation.Thank god he didnt know that the nurse had told you about his ‘last words’.He wouldve had a heart attack on spot. “I was in shock, dum dum.I was just-just trying to make breakfast and then the fucking hospital calls me and tells me that you drove into a river.”You laughed, a few tears rolling down your face.

Toppers heart beat quickened,squeezing your hand tight. “I said I was sorry...did you at least drink water this morning?”He asked, wishing he could hug you.You laughed, wiping your face. “No, no I didnt cause I thought you were gonna die!”You replied, sniffling.

“For the love of life, Topper.Keep up.”You let out a shaky breath. “Im trying my best, sunshine.”He answered, not paying attention to Rafe or Kelce.It felt like you were the only one who was actually in the room with him.

“I mean, I guess its just karma.Have any of us ever left during a movie night?All im saying is I think its like a curse or something.”Topper answered, trying his best to get you to stop crying.Kelce couldnt even think of something to say, the situation was overpowering him.

You just sighed,leaning your forehead against the mattress, staring down at the floor. “Why’d you leave?”You asked, still not understanding the full situation that lead to Topper leaving your house.Rafe shifted in his seat, squeezing your knee, almost trying to tell you not to bring it up again.

“Just...wanted to go home.”He mumbled, knowing better than to bring up the argument that he no longer cared about.He couldve laughed at it.As jealous as he was as Rafe even he could admit that the son of a bitch cared about you more than anyone and to accuse him of not caring about you was the stupidest thing he had ever said.And that was saying a lot.

SOmetimes he was close to positive that Rafe didnt care about him or Kelce but there was never a single doubt in his mind that Rafe didnt love you.Now he kind of wish that he had died since it would leave you with Rafe and Kelce.

They were both better friends than he could ever be no matter how hard he tried.It wouldve been better for the whole friend group if he had stayed dead. “You have a concussion, bubs.Nothing you say is relevant for the next two weeks.”You joked, feeling the tears roll down your face and onto your collarbones, not even bothering to wipe them away anymore.

“You have a single brain cell, (Y/N).Nothing you say is relevant.”He replied, laughing a bit.It didnt do much but hurt his head and make his tongue sting. “See?That’s not relevant.”You replied, lifting your head up from the mattress and kissing the back of his hand lightly.

Rafe smiled slightly, glad to see that you were a bit better and that Topper hadnt yelled at him to get out. “You know what?I just think I should say something really important.”Topper announced, thinking that he sounded louder than he actually did.Rafe squeezed your knee tightly, worried that Topper would tell you what he knew and that Kelce would freak out about it.

“I dont think im allowed to watch tv with a concussion-fuck.”Topper grumbled, hearing Rafe let out a sigh of relief.He noticed Kelce still standing, getting up and asking you quietly if you two could share your seat.

You huffed, standing up and allowing him to sit in your chair, sitting on his lap, feeling self conscious when Toppers hoodie lifted to reveal half your thigh. “I mean, you could always do other things to pass the time.”Kelce replied, sitting down in the chair.

“Hmm...like what?”Topper asked.Thank god Kelce was an optimist, the rest of you would be absolutely fucked without him. “Like….coloring, reading or….I dont know, thinking.”Kelce suggested, going quiet soon after. “Read what?”Topper asked.

He had never liked reading.Back when you guys were still in school he would refuse to read anything, tossing his homework down as you and Kelce tried to do yours.You usually had to harass Rafe for hours to do his work when all he could focus on was you.He would purposely annoy you just so you’d talk more and get all mad.

Between him and Topper you never got your work done, having to read to Topper so he would get some of his work done. “I could read you the Harry Potter books, ive got them downloaded to my phone.”You replied, a small grin on your face.

Toppers face became red, wanting to protest but deciding that he’d rather have you read to him than continue with the upsetting conversations. “Yeah, okay.”He answered, closing his eyes as you began to read.Kelce was smiling as you read, making comments every once in a while.

“Wow, what a bitch.”He muttered about Vernon.Rafe squeezed your waist, resting his head against your back.It was some time in the afternoon when the nurse came in to check Toppers IV and give him some more medication. “Theres food available in the cafeteria, a warm soup or something soft would be best for your friend here.”She gestured towards Topper before leaving.

She had given you all a weird look, trying to figure out why a patient’s girlfriend was sitting on the lap of his assumed brother.Kelce bit the inside of his cheek, hearing his stomach rumbling. “Alright, well im going to the cafeteria. (Y/N), can you come with me please?”He asked.

You sighed, shaking your head. “Im not wearing pants.”You answered. “Can you stand up for a minute?”Rafe asked.You huffed, getting off of his lap, eyes widening when he pulled off his shorts and handed them right over to you.

Kelce wasnt even surprised, just hungry.You awkwardly pulled up the shorts, tying them tight around your waist and following Kelce into the elevator.Everything was going smoothly until it came to a stop. “What the hell?”Kelce asked, hitting a ton of buttons at once. “Kelce!Stop that!”You smacked his wrist, screaming when the elevator moved slightly, coming to a stop again.

“What should I do?Im pressing the red button!”He exclaimed as he pressed it again. “I dont know!Press it again!”You exclaimed, clinging onto his arm. “Oh my fuck-shit dammit!Now we’re gonna die!”You exclaimed.

“We’re already in a hospital, we’ll be fine.”He answered, pressing the button again. “Kelce!It’s gonna fall!”You exclaimed, holding onto him so tight you were starting to shake. “No its not, its fine.Just wait for someone to come fix it.”He spoke, pulling you onto the floor so you were sitting against him. “It’ll be fine, just wait.”He repeated.

“Im sorry, man.”Topper sighed, looking over to Rafe.THe brunette simply shrugged, not really bothered by it anymore. “Apology accepted.”Rafe replied.Topper let out a sigh of relief, glad that the tension wasnt as strong.

“But like, can you be honest real quick?”Topper asked, waiting for Rafe to answer. “Yeah, yeah okay.”Rafe replied, dreading what Topper would ask. “Did you guys do anything?”He asked.Rafe frowned, not knowing what to say.

He didnt want to tell Topper something that you werent okay with him knowing but at the same time didnt want to lie. “Yeah, yeah we did.”Rafe replied, holding his breath.Topper simply hummed, letting out a breath through his nose.

“Were you careful?You know she doesnt….hasnt done those types of things.You didnt hurt her though, right?”Topper asked.Rafe was a bit confused, thinking that Topper would get all jealous and grumpy. “Yeah, yeah I was….she was fine, like she said she was fine and I told her she could….ya know, stop me.She didnt though, I was careful.”Rafe’s cheeks were red, trying not to go into too much depth.

Topper nodded a bit, sighing. “Thats good...so like, are you guys dating now or whatever?”Topper asked, trying to ignore the pit in his stomach.Rafe gulped, not really knowing the answer himself. “I dont know….its all complicated I guess.”He replied, feeling guilty now that he was actually talking about it.

“Okay...hey, do you think she knows?”Topper asked, hoping you wouldnt walk in at the wrong time.Rafe laughed at the comment. “Damn, man.I dont even know.Like, she obviously knows I do.Ive made it pretty obvious but like...you’ve made it pretty obvious too at this point I think.I feel like she doesnt think anyone would like her like that no matter how obvious we make it.I dont know, I feel like right now wouldnt be a good time to talk to her about this though, lets just not say anything to her.”Rafe muttered, realising he had promised you that he wouldnt tell anyone what you two had done last night

. “Hmm...you know whats fucked?”Topper asked, blinking slowly.Rafe hummed, waiting for him to continue. “I lost my two year streak with her.And you.”The blonde smiled, wiggling his toes carefully.Rafe laughed, pinching his nostrils. “Yeah, thats fucked.”He agreed.

“Nobody’s coming.”You huffed, holding on to Kelce’s hand as you leaned against the elevator wall. “You dont know that.”He replied, not sounding genuine at all. “I dont know….do you wanna talk about something?”You asked, thinking of ways to pass time while you guys were trapped.

He sighed, nodding. “What do you wanna talk about?”He asked, flicking at your fingertips. “I dont know...how are your cousins?”You asked, realising that that’s where he had come from.He chuckled, shaking his head.

“Alec would not stop complaining about sushi, I guess her favorite restaurant closed and now shes all pissy about it.Shes really fucking tall now.”He sighed, kind of glad that he was able to leave the house.You nodded, trying to think of something else to say.

Alec was his 17 year old cousin, she was nice sometimes but she could also be a lot to handle from what you had heard.She was pretty cool though, always commenting on your instagram posts and hyping you up.It kind of gave Rafe a little competition since she always commented before him.

“What about Jax?Is he still an ass?”You asked.You had met Jax a total of two times, both times he had called you hot and stared at you.He was 17 so it was kind of weird of him but you hadnt had to deal with him in a good six months.

Kelce shrugged, not having much to say. “Yeah, I dont think hes ever gonna change.He tried to download porn to my phone.”Kelce replied, biting the inside of his cheek. “Hey, is it true that Rafe kissed you?I mean, he told me but I figured he probably just dreamt it.”fuck.

Now everything was coming unraveled and you’d have to figure out how you wouldnt hurt anyone. “Uh...yeah, he did.”You answered, biting your bottom lip.He was silent.That was scary if something was so shocking that Kelce had nothing to say.

“Alright...so how do you feel about it?”He asked, keeping his voice calm and steady.He was tired of not knowing what was going on, not understanding the new tension between you and Rafe.There had always been something there but recently it seemed to get a lot more serious.

But then again he had noticed the way you held Topper, how you’d sigh whenever the blonde kissed your forehead or when he’d hug you.He didnt really want to say anything, figuring that when you wanted to date one of them you would.

Now he sounded exactly like Topper, you were pretty sure those were the exact words that he had said to you. “Um….yeah, I dont really know.I guess that like im not mad about it but I just...I dont know how to feel.”You answered, knowing that it sounded stupid.

Kelce nodded, understanding. “So do you like Rafe?LIke, you know.”He asked, pulling at the sleeve of the hoodie out of boredom.You shrugged, not knowing the answer. “(Y/N), come on now.I see the way you look at him...its a little bit of something.”He pushed.

You knew he was right but you’d rather die than admit it. “I dont know, Kelce.Its just weird, I guess.Like we’ve been friends for like...eight years and now all this shit is happening.”You answered.

He nodded, trying to think of the best advice to give you. “Alright, well life is too short for shit.If you like Rafe then I think you should go for it.All that matters is that you’re happy and if he makes you happy then you should be with him.”Kelce squeezed your hand, waiting for you to speak.

Of course Kelce would say that.That was the most Kelce thing you had ever heard him say. “Yeah, but I dont think I want to be with him.”You muttered, not knowing how to explain what you were feeling.Kelce was confused, trying his best not to show it.

“Okay….but why?Do you like someone else at the same time?”He asked, trying to piece everything together.The elevator began to move again, scaring you both. “Shit.”You sighed, holding on to his arm as he helped you up.

“We’ll talk about this later.”It sounded like more of a question.He had never been great at being assertive.A few staff members apologized, explaining that a patient had went roaming around and they had to stop the elevators to prevent them from leaving the hospital.

Kelce held onto your hand tight as you made your way to the cafeteria.None of the food looked particularly appetizing, eventually deciding on a small container of mac and cheese for yourself, a turkey sandwich for Rafe and finding a sealed bowl of potato soup for Topper.

Kelce had grabbed a few sodas and a gatorade for Topper, reuniting with you as you both went to the line, paying for the food.You two had decided on just taking the elevator again, figuring it would be difficult to walk up the stairs with so much to carry.

Luckily it didnt come to a stop this time, the two of you completing the trip successfully and walking back into the hospital room.Rafe and Topper were laughing about something, Rafe sitting in his boxers.It was quite funny.You all ate in a pretty much silence, having to help Topper elevate the upper half of his bed so he could eat properly.

“I hate hospital food.”Rafe sighed, biting into his sandwich while keeping you balanced on his left thigh.He tried to ignore all of the thoughts he was getting, figuring that the lack of caffeine in his system was making him horny.

That first night in the hospital had been the hardest.You were the only one who was allowed to stay while Kelce and Rafe had to go home.You had given Rafe his sweatpants back.

He decided that he needed to talk to you, taking your hand and getting far away from the room where the trauma patients were seperated from the elderly. “How are you?”He asked.You kind of wanted to punch him.What the hell kind of question was that?

“I just...im fine.”You forced yourself to grin, not wanting to be rude.He licked his lips, looking around. “Thats...not what I meant.”His face flushed a bit, his ears pink. “oh-oh....um, yeah im fine.”You repeated.He hummed, hands ending up in the pockets of your hoodie.

“Thats good....im sorry that I went so fast, I know you wanted me to be gentle.”He apologized, kissing your forehead. “Its fine, Rafe.”You answered, hugging him.He huffed, accepting the hug.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, I can stop by your house and grab you some clothes.”He offered, staring down at you.You nodded, accepting the offer.He leaned down, kissing you gently, feeling himself get weak.

You pulled away after a moment, kissing the tip of his nose before standing on your tiptoes to kiss his forehead. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”You grinned, kissing him gently. “Alright, text me the clothes that you want...do you want one of my shirts?”he asked, smiling when you nodded. “Alright....okay, tomorrow.”He repeated, finally letting go of you.

You ended up staying up for a majority of the night, holding Topper’s hand as you read to him, switching from Harry Potter to short stories.He had moved over in his bed ever so slightly, groaning in pain, staring at the small empty space he had made.

You took the message, hesitantly laying next to him, becoming stiff when he wrapped his good arm around you and let you rest your head on his shoulder. “You’re cold.”He mumbled, holding you tighter.

The nurse came in to wake him up every hour and a half since sleep was bad for concussions.You barely got any sleep, more focused on listening to make sure his heartbeat was steady.

Rafe and Kelce came at seven in the morning with coffee and donuts, a container of chocolate flavored yogurt for Topper.Rafe had stuffed one of your backpacks full of clothes, grabbing whatever he thought would bring you comfort.

He had grabbed you a new shirt from his closet, a mint blue and purple striped polo that was pretty long on him which meant it would fit you like a baggy dress, spraying it with his cologne.

He grabbed your facewash for you, a hairbrush, some hair ties, some socks, soft pants and some loose fitting shirts.He felt a little guilty for looking through your bras and underwear but he knew he couldnt just not bring you some, grabbing a few random ones and stuffing them in the bag.

He grabbed your polaroid camera and a few of your photos, thinking that you might show them to Topper.You were glad to be able to change into some pants, thanking him quietly and slipping in the bathroom to change, sighing when you noticed how wattery and irritated your eyes looked, changing into the shirt that you had seen Rafe wear a couple of times, sniffing it and feeling a calm sensation run through your body.

You sat at the foot of the bed, pulling your knees to your chest as you drank your coffee, taking long, slow blinks.That had been your first day without sleep.It wasnt until the third day that Kelce and Rafe were becoming really concerned.

It had began to rain outside, Kelce and Rafe were trying to convince you to leave and go home. “No.”You answered, sitting in one of the chairs.Topper was asleep.“No-no, you.We’re going home- dont give me that look.You can come back tomorrow but tonight you’re going to sleep in your bed, okay?”Kelce asked, not really giving you any options, picking up your bag.

“No.”You repeated, wanting to scream when he grabbed your arm, bringing you outside the room. “(Y/N), you havent slept in days.Just come home.”Rafe tried to convince you, going on to explain that you could ride with him or Kelce and then tomorrow the three of you would go into Rafe’s truck and Kelce could drive your car back to your house so you didnt have to worry about it.

You agreed eventually, going back into the room to say bye to Topper, kissing his cheek. “Hey, dont worry about me.Got it?If I find out you were worrying about me im gonna break all your flower pots.”He threatened, a small grin on his face.

You had decided to drive with Kelce, holding his hand as he drove on the wet roads.He was careful to drive slowly so he wouldnt freak you out, informing you that Rafe was going to go stop at a Papa Ginos to grab you guys dinner.

Your house felt foreign to you, the couch not comfy anymore.Kelce frowned, noticing your discomfort. The anxiety felt like it was eating away at your brain.Kelce tried to think of a way to help, the thoughts not coming so easy to him anymore.

The stress was building up inside of him, the stress from dealing with everyone elses problems combining with his own. “Come on.”He grabbed your hand, bringing you upstairs.

Your legs were tired from being held to your chest or bent at uncomfortable angles so you could lay in the hospital bed.He opened the door to your bedroom. “Lay down.”He told you, hoping his voice hadnt come across as creepy.

You raised your eyebrows, not understanding why he was telling you to do this but going along with it anyways.He got onto the bed next to you, wrapping an arm around your toso, one of his legs resting across your thighs with his head directly under your chin.

“What are you doing?”You asked.You couldnt deny it, it was quite a comfortable position. “Im trying to help.I saw this thing on Tik Tok the other day that if you lay on someone its like a weighted blanket and helps with stress.”He explained, pulling your comforter up over your bodies.

It only took you a matter of seconds to fall asleep, Kelce grinning.The feeling of cuddling someone helped him too, a small sigh escaping his lips as he closed his eyes as well, falling asleep before Rafe pulled into your driveway with a pizza in the backseat.

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theyscreamjade · 4 years ago

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Nicknames Pt: 2

Hayden may kill me after this, but I HAD TO DO MY WHOLE LIST.

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Nickname: Twin/Internal Flame.

Reason(s):

* I for one believe that Dabi may call you something more on a spiritual level.

* You’ve gotta relate to him to be with him, hence the name. This man isn’t going to open himself to a relationship with an absolute opposite.

* You’ve gotta rock with the flame monster.

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Nickname: Dove.

Reason(s) :

* Let’s be honest, BIRD SEED SUCKED ASS.

* I literally wanted to listen to one of his, the moment I heard bird seed. Bitch?!

* Dove is cuter, soft and delicate which is basically what he thinks when he thinks of you. You’re his Dove, just as precious as Shoto thinks of you.

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Nickname: Buttercup

Reason(s):

* I’ll admit player two was kinda cute, but buttercup sounds adorable. For me, it’s a soft opening to his soft side that no one ever hardly sees.

* He’s human, he loves you so much he gave you a cute ass nickname.

* Just imagine that dry voice calling you that.

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Nickname: Beloved.

Reason(s):

* YALL ever been in school and there’s the ROTC kids and they hug and love on their love like it’s their last time. That’s basically you and Iida. Fight me, I want the smoke.

* Beloved is cute, sweet and absolutely beautiful. It’s a name that CAN’T go wrong.

* I honestly felt my heart swell with this one.

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Nickname: Sunshine/ Sunflower & Honeydew

Reason(s):

* I can’t help it, this name is so fucking cute.

* These nicknames are so fucking adorable that mu heart can’t take it! Sunshine/Sunflower is so beautiful!

* Give me a name that’s better than these that you know Mirio would say, I DONT CARE! ITS SUNHINE NOW!

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Nickname: Dumpling

Reason(s):

* Bunny was cute as hell, not gonna lie.

* It’s slaps different but Dumpling seems cute. You’re still..TECHNICALLY food.

* And who doesn’t like dumplings?! They’re good as fuck! 😫

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Nickname: Doll Face.

Reason(s):

* My dear alien queen will call you as she sees you.

* It seems like a very her nickname that she’d most likely definitely call you. It’s cute, sweet and adorable! Very adorable!

* It’s spits of Mina Ashido..(also your nickname for her is Cookie Monster 😂)

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Nickname: (forgive me, I couldn’t decide.) Mi Corazon or Mi alma.

Reason(s):

* Did I really ask my ex-girlfriend for a cute nickname just for her to remind me of the ones she called me. Yes.

* These translates out to two terms: Mi Corazon = My Love & Mi Alma = My Soul.

* I just slick simp for Sero and it’s starting to become a problem. It’s dangerous to be in simp city 24/7

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Nickname: Angel/Angel Face.

Reason(s):

* I had to ask a simp help with this one.

* To be fully honest, I see Shinsou being the cute boyfriend type but a hit of sarcastic undertone as well. He calls you this and a abundance of other nicknames that either makes you laugh, smack his arm or nearly die from his voice.

* Angel Face is the just the main one he calls you though.

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Nickname: Rosebud.

Reason(s):

* This one literally smacked me at 5 in the morning. Rosebud has so much benefits and significance.

* It’s cute and small but one day it’ll be beautiful and absolutely breathtaking.

* Plus it goes with his simp perspective even though he swears he’s not one. You make the impossible happen honey.

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floral-and-fine · 4 years ago

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Heaven Bent part 4

Daryl Dixon x female reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

A/n: Hope y'all enjoy this next part :) Thank you, everyone, who has left comments or shown support, really helps keep me motivated to write! Other than a few specific scenes, I’m not quite sure where this fic is going or for how long. Thank you @ewokiee for helping me when I was stuck, seems to have happened a lot.

Summary: The reader finds Sophia lost in the woods, too bad neither of them have any sense of direction.

You were laying out on the grass, in front of the prison, enjoying the feeling of the sun on your skin. Turning your head, you could see a couple of walkers banging on the fence, but there wasn’t any urgency. Closing your eyes and sighing, you continued soaking in the warmth of the sun’s rays.

After months of traveling and living on the road, it seemed like finding a new home, a new safe haven was a dream of a dream.

Seeing so many houses and towns abandoned made the world seem like a shell of itself. It was almost like living in an episode of the Twilight Zone.

Every day you would come across something that reminded you of how things used to be, such as while rummaging for supplies in an empty home, you’d end up finding a forgotten family photo album or family portrait, and deep down you longed for that safer, easier life.

Then there were the walkers, a never-ending threat, a fear that everyone had to live with, and that worry whenever entering a new building if you turned a corner or opened a door that it could be your last.

Who would’ve believed that you’d find such comfort and peace behind a fence or behind bars?

“Hey,” a voice said as their body plopped down beside you.

“Hi buttercup,” you smiled, keeping your eyes shut.

Sophia stretched her arms above her head, looking around. “You know what this place needs,” she mused. “Flowers.”

You nodded your head, “Ah yes, big yellow sunflowers would be nice.”

“Those are pretty,” she commented.

“And useful,” you added. You could feel her giving you a skeptical look, you smiled wider. “We can roast and eat the seeds, and there are some medical uses too.”

“Are there other flowers that are helpful?”

“There are,” You said sitting up. “And lots of other plants that can be helpful too. I’ll keep an eye out for seeds next time I’m on a run. Would you like to be my helper?”

“Yes! We’ll start our own flower garden!” She said eagerly.

“Yep, I think that’s exactly what this place needs,” you murmured to yourself. You stood up and started scanning the area, trying to decide where the garden should go. “We should probably ask Rick first.”

There was a nice spot over by the east side of the prison, plenty of sunshine in the mornings and in the evening it would be nicely shaded. Water was scarce, but if you could figure out a way to collect rainwater that would help.

You turned around and looked back at Sophia, “Race you to the prison.” With that you took off running, laughing as Sophia called you a cheater.

Still giggling, you found Rick and some of the others inside the prison.

“Hey Rick,” you greeted, rocking on the balls of your feet with your hands clasped behind your back.

“Need something?” He asked, turning his attention to you.

“I was thinking of starting a small garden, over around there,” you explained, vaguely gesturing with your head. “Wanted to make sure it was alright with you first.”

“We’re going to plant flowers,” Sophia butted in.

Rick smiled and shrugged, “Don’t see why not.”

Sophia squealed beside you and you laughed, “Still have to find seeds and whatnot,” you told her. “But we can start tomorrow morning by getting the soil ready.”

…

You wiped the sweat from your brow and leaned against your shovel. The garden was starting to come along, you hadn’t found many things to plant yet, but it was better than nothing.

“So, what did you do before all this?” Glenn asked, walking over and admiring the work you had done so far.

You shrugged, “a little of this and a little of that.”

“Oh come on, that’s worse than Daryl’s answer!” Glenn complained. “Anytime anyone has asked, he always replies with its none of your goddamn business.”

You smiled, you could easily picture Daryl scowling at the question. “Well that’s probably because it is God’s business,” you joked.

Glenn laughed lightly, “still can’t believe he lets you get away with all that angel talk. It’s probably because the two of you are sleeping together.”

Your fell face at the comment, but just as you were about to question him, Hershel approached.

He was getting quick on those crutches. He smiled at the beginnings of your little project. “It’s looking good so far,” he chuckled.

You rubbed the back of your head, “I guess so. Nothing compared to your farm of course.”

…

Daryl was doing maintenance on his bow when Sophia quietly shuffled into the room.

“Mr. Dixon,” she started, standing by the door. Even after everything, Sophia was still shy around most everyone with the exception of her mother, you, and Carl.

“What is it?” He asked, focused on what he was doing.

“We’re going to be starting a flower garden, y/n and I,” she explained, smiling brightly.

Daryl nodded, still working.

She fidgeted with her necklace for a moment, moving the pendant side to side.

“Y/n was hoping to plant some sunflowers, and I was just thinking if you come across any kind of seeds you could bring them back with you, y’know? We’re hoping to plant all sorts of flowers.” She rattled off.

Daryl sighed, looking over at Sophia, who was looking at him hopefully, “Alright, if I see any I’ll bring them back.”

“Thank you!” She shrieked, giving him a quick hug.

He clenched his jaw for a moment, mulling things over, “what flowers did you say she wanted?”

“Sunflowers!” Sophia shouted as she skipped out of the room.

…

Daryl pulled up to the gates, he had left for a solo supply run just as the sun was rising. He had scoured a few abandoned homes, killed a couple of walkers, nothing too eventful or worthwhile.

You sat your tools aside, and dusted yourself off, heading over and meeting Daryl by the gate.

“Did you have any luck?” You asked.

“Not really,” he said, getting off of his motorcycle. Opening his pack he pulled out a shoebox that had probably seen better days.

“Shoes?” You questioned, lifting your brow.

He shook his head and thrust the dirty worn box into your hands. “Here,” he muttered before heading inside.

Curious, you opened the lid, finding that it was filled with seed packets inside. You bit your lip and sat on the ground. Carefully, you started going through the packets, setting aside the most useful ones.

You were bubbling with excitement over the find, if you could manage to gather enough water and get some extra help, you could have a pretty nice crop going besides just a little flower garden.

You paused, noticing underneath the top layer of packets, was a sunflower, the stem had been cut by a serrated knife leaving it rough and jagged, it was also missing a few petals, but still, it was a beautiful sight.

Looking back at the prison, you wondered if there was something you could do for Daryl in return. Most people wouldn’t have bothered even looking in this box, figuring it was probably just junk. Plus, you couldn’t even put into words how you felt over the flower.

You clutched the flower tightly, you had been meaning to do something for him for months now, even before this new surprise. You narrowed your eyes, what the hell would he even like?

...

“Guess who finally picked the lock to the warden’s office,” you sang, joining Daryl on the watchtower.

Daryl looked up at you, blinking in surprise over the dried blood on your shirt, “what the hell happened to you?”

You looked down at the stain, “Oh yeah, that, there was a walker inside, but I took care of it.”

Daryl shook his head, “you’re gonna get yourself killed doing stupid shit like that.”

“Sorry,” you sighed, feeling bad for making him worry. “But look at what I found.” You held up the fancy bottle of scotch and smiled. “Thought we could share it.”

Daryl rolled his eyes but scooted over for you to sit next to him.

You opened the bottle and took the first drink before handing it to him. Closing your eyes, you listened to the crickets and Daryl breathing. It was a cool and peaceful night, perfect for relaxing and loosening up a bit.

“Thank you for the seeds and the flower,” you said, breaking the silence.

He didn’t reply, simply taking another swig from the bottle, and staring out into the distance.

He wasn’t quite sure what motivated him to do it. The box of seeds was one thing, but searching for a Goddamn sunflower just so he could bring you one was another.

Daryl could practically hear Merle in his head taunting him, telling him he’d gone soft for some bitch. His hands balled into fists involuntarily, the thought of a Merle referring to you as a bitch pissed him off.

‘What’s a matter with you boy?’ Imaginary Merle asked. ‘Never thought l’d see my kid brother wrapped around some woman’s finger.’

Daryl leaned back, clenching his jaw, all this was unfamiliar territory, all these things he felt, the way he thought about you. Maybe he was going soft… scowling he drank more, hoping to put an end to the voice going on and on in the back of his mind.

You took the bottle from him, taking a big drink and sighing as a wave of nostalgia washed over you, “I remember getting my heart broken on a night like this, damn bastard.”

Daryl peeked over at you. You rarely cursed and you rarely seemed anything other than sweet and happy. But the bitterness and hurt in your voice were evident.

You examined the bottle in your hands, a quarter of it already gone. “I was dumb, so fucking dumb. I left home without a second thought and followed the man I loved across the country. I don’t know what I expected… marriage and babies, I guess, but instead what I ended up with was an immature manipulative dick.”

“I packed up what little I had, and left that small crappy apartment in the middle of the night... I couldn’t go back home, so I hitched a ride going as far as the driver would take me,” you wrapped your arms around yourself. “Since then my entire life could fit in one suitcase.”

Tossing your head back you took another big gulp, and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.

You could easily recall that night you left, standing on the street corner feeling like a lost soul in the dark. No one to turn to, nowhere to go, it was scary but there was also a certain freedom to it. You were on your own, nothing tying you down or holding you up.

“You been on your own since then?” Daryl asked.

“Mostly,” you shrugged. “I’ve been fortunate though, met some decent people on my travels… and some interesting ones.”

You passed the bottle back to him,“I heard from the others about what happened with your brother,” you started. “Sounds like you and him have been through a lot together.”

He nodded, “Merle’s tougher than nails, none of these walkers would ever get the jump on him. He’s out there somewhere.”

“The two of you have that in common then,” You smiled. “From what I’ve gathered, it sounded like the two of you were inseparable, always having each other’s backs and whatnot.”

Daryl frowned. “Not all the time,” he corrected you.

Merle had been the first one to leave, having left Daryl behind without a second thought. This time around, Daryl didn’t have a choice, at least not in the same way.

“But I guess we’re even now,” he murmured.

“It must’ve been hard not going after him,” you commented. “But I know we’re all grateful that you stuck around. We need you.”

Daryl sighed, he didn’t regret his choice, he was needed here. But he still felt like he’d owed it to Merle to find him. They were family, blood, Merle was all he had in this world.

Taking another sip, your eyes wandered over to the beginnings of your garden.

“Y’know the best thing about my childhood home were the sunflowers that grew outside of my window,” You laughed dryly wiping a few stray tears. “Guess I’m just hoping this could be home for all of us.”

Daryl nodded, “If we’re smart, and if we’re careful, it can be.”

Resting your head on your hand, you admired Daryl, he was a handsome man, there was no doubt about that, but it was his arms and hands that stood out to you the most. There were many mornings you wished you could wake up in those arms.

You glanced at his face, your angel seemed to have a lot on his mind. You had hoped when you found the bottle of scotch it would’ve helped him relax a little.

But by now, you had enough to drink that you were feeling that buzz of confidence.

“Angel,” you whispered leaning forward, your eyes closed, and your hand reaching out to cup his face.

Immediately, Daryl placed his hands on your shoulders, stopping you from getting any closer.

There was a part of him that wanted this to happen, to pull you close and run his fingers through your hair, but there was also fear. He had never really been one for relationships, he didn’t have much experience with romance either. Not to mention, it seemed wrong to want to kiss a drunk woman.

You opened your eyes slowly, looking at Daryl full of confusion. Immediately backing away when you saw his face.

“Sorry, sorry,” you stood up, keeping your eyes downcast, unable to look at him. Your face felt like it was on fire. “I-I should go,” you mumbled, stumbling as you took a few steps forward.

“Wait,” Daryl spoke up, grabbing your arm. “You’ll break your damn neck trying to climb down drunk.”

You kept your head down but nodded trying desperately to hold back tears. You were feeling absolutely overwhelmed by your emotions, and your inebriated state making it harder to control them.

“I’ll climb down first,” he explained, that way if you lost your footing and slipped and he could try to catch you.

Once you made it to the ground, you were still so flustered that you quickly wished him a good night before brushing past him and heading towards the prison.

Daryl watched as you briskly walked away, eventually climbing back up to the watchtower once you were inside. He grabbed the bottle of scotch taking one more drink before replacing the lid. He hoped he hadn’t just fucked things up.

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rosethornewrites · 1 year ago

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Mom and I played nice resident, mean resident. I was nice resident and I explained the issue to two workers (was one but a second came over) about the pillaging and awful bridge.

The first guy was just like, you can walk on it now, and we didn’t pillage your ramp. And you don’t need the ramp anymore. I explained we’ve had it several years and use it for other things, but he just scoffed and dropped sunflower seeds all over the place.

Mom started mean resident, but calling from the porch and waving her cane. She did the “I want your supervisor” thing which was embarrassing af.

But it made them more interested in dealing with me because I’m being reasonable right there and they don’t want the yelling one on the porch to come down. Which is how sometimes we have to be to get shit taken care of, which I hate.

So the second guy, as I explained the problem again and said I really just need that board put back on my ramp where the exposed nails were, was like ‘this will take like 5 minutes at most.’

He went to his truck, cut a brand new 2x4 to fit, and fixed the ramp that had been pillaged. Which satisfied me because it’s fixed the remaining problem now that we can walk on the sidewalk.

I thanked him. He said no problem. Mom called “sorry for being a bitch” from the porch. He said nothing and walked away.

The neighbors love us, I’m sure.

(Some of the neighbors have resorted to our tactics with these guys, actually.)

It’s all good, so long as I don’t go down the block and see that other people’s bridges are ‘braced’ with our paving stones like ours was. It’s really a mess and I’m beyond ready for it to be done with.

Had to make a trip to Costco for meds. Normally I just Instacart them for me and Mom because Costco is a special hell. But this time I had no choice because one of them is my controlled substance fibromyalgia medication.

Mom and I split up and I got groceries and other necessities while she dealt with the medications, and by the time I was done my hair was drenched in sweat and my pain factor was dialed up pretty high. I walked in the refrigerated dairy room and didn’t want to leave.

Half an hour drive later, we were home but not done.

See, they tore up the street not too long ago and today they decided to pour the sidewalks. They decided one rickety board across was suitable. So on the way out we asked if they could put another board there, citing need due to disability.

And they did, but it had holes in it and they decided it was appropriate to scavenge wood from the ramp we had been using before they widened the gap last week.

So Mom, who is having a vertigo day due to the strokes, got halfway across and panicked a little and I had to encourage her the rest of the way verbally.

Niece brought up the groceries.

I’m wiped out.

#personal

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accio-lo-ki · 4 years ago

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an attempt on ranking harry styles’ entire discography

this was hard.

from the dining table - his most raw and vulnerable musically and lyrically; paints a straightforward, clear picture and uses repetitive lines to effectively emphasize honest emotions; fave lines: “even my phone misses your call by the way” and “comfortable silence is so overrated”

meet me in the hallway - baseline trumps all his songs in my honest opinion; almost goes hand in hand with from the dining table, which is fitting given as this song opens the album and that song closes it; musically and melodically one of his best and most unique; fave lines: “we don’t talk about it / it’s something we don’t do / but once you go without it, nothing else will do”

fine line - i remember in vivid detail the first time i really processed and listened to this song; i was in the shower and it came on shuffle, and i was so shocked that it was harry styles i was listening to because i had never thought that he would do this kind of folk-indie sound that i admit i was a fan of. made me cry. lyrically on of his best and the build up in the production is amazing. fave lines: “put a price on emotion / i’m looking for something to buy / you’ve got my devotion, but man i can hate you sometimes”

golden - one of the best from fine line; the contrast between the upbeat melody and the melancholic lyrics is amazing; i’m especially fond of the repetition of the line “i don’t want to be alone,” i feel like it sends the desperation and fear across clearly and subtly; fave lines: “i know you were way too bright for me” ; “i know that you’re scared because i’m so open”

sign of the times - i will never get over how this man chose a six minute rock ballad as his debut single and called it “playing safe.” this song is easily a classic and i can see it transcending time akin to bohemian rhapsody and the like. fave lines: “you can’t bribe the door on your way to the sky”

to be so lonely - easily the best musically in fine line; the guitarlele is such an edge and the melody is outstandingly complex; plays with his self-deprecation perfectly the way he failed to do in falling. fave lines: “i’m just an arrogant son of a bitch who can’t admit when he’s sorry”

adore you - literal pop perfection in terms of production and musicality; putting a (albeit simple and basic) guitar solo in the bridge of a pure pop song is refreshing and brave; lyrically simple but the overall song makes up for it. also hints at his self-deprecation which i always like. fave lines: “you don’t have to say you love me / you don’t have to say nothing / you don’t have to say you’re mine”

only angel - there’s something about this kind of style that brings out the best in harry’s voice. the nearly one minute choir intro is simply deranged and perfect. a lot of strong lyrical points. fave lines: “i’m still the only one who’s been in love with me” ; “broke a finger knocking on your bedroom floor / i got splinters in my knuckles crawling across the floor” ; “i must admit i thought i’d like to make you mine / as i went about my business through the warning signs”

lights up - musically one of his most unique; the combination of modern and traditional sounds in the production is very well done; his tone of voice in this is also very unique. fave lines: “lights up and they know who you are / know who you are / do you know who you are?”

watermelon sugar - perfect mix of mainstream bait and still being a really good song; production is amazing and the hype is well-deserved. fave line: “getting washed away in you”

kiwi - the perfect tour song; a lot of good lyrical points; the bridge is amazing; this song really brings out his vocal abilities. fave lines: “such a pretty face on a pretty neck” ; “it’s new york, baby, always jacked up / holland tunnel for a nose, it’s always backed up” ; “she sits beside me like a silhouette / hard candy dripping on me ‘till my feet are wet”

cherry - not quite as raw and vulnerable as from the dining table, but lyrically still honest and paints a really clear picture. minus points for the generic lyrics/ rhymes in the chorus but the great verses make up for it. the build up in the production is once again amazing. fave lines: “i confess / i can tell that you were at your best / i’m selfish so i’m hating it” ; “i noticed / there’s a piece of you in how i dress / take it as a compliment”

she - a nice attempt at an omniscient voice; superior vocals in the chorus; the guitar solo is once again basic (not in a bad way) yet hits so hard. i’m always a fan of specific place or time in the lyrics as it makes the song seem much more real. fave lines: “sends his assistant for coffee in the afternoon / around 1’32 / like he knows what to do”

sunflower, vol. 6 - the production in fine line hits its peak in this song; there’s a lot going on but it somehow works. lyrically underrated. fave lines: “my eyes want you more than a melody” ; “i couldn’t want you anymore / kiss in the kitchen like it’s a dance floor” ; “tired eyes are the death of me / mouthful of toothpaste / before i got to know you” ; “i’ve got your face / hung up high in the gallery” ; “your flowers just died / plant new seeds in the melody”

treat people with kindness - the chorus grows on you, but it’s really the melody and his vocal in the verses that sell this song. not for everyone. fave lines: “all we ever want is automatic all the time / all we ever want is auto all of the time”

carolina - another vocal highlight; the verses are better than the chorus. fave lines: “there’s not a drink that i think could sink her”

canyon moon - musically could be better, but the lyrics are outstanding. a nice attempt at a more poetic, lyric-focused song. fave lines: “quick pause in conversation / she plays songs i’ve never heard / an old lover’s hippie music / pretends not to know the words"

woman - his vocals and the production in this is what makes it work. it’s not a bad song–it’s really good actually–but it just doesn’t stand out in his discography. fave lines: “this thing upon me howls like a beast / you flower, you feast”

sweet creature - this is also a very good song, but compared to his discography, it’s apparent that he still wasn’t that comfortable and is still finding his own sound when making this. takes a lot of inspiration from the beatles’ blackbird. this just doesn’t scream “harry styles’ song”; it could easily have been another artist’s. fave lines: “i always think about you and how we don’t speak enough”

two ghosts - another one where it’s a good song but it doesn’t have his signature style yet. also, if there’s any song in hs1 where he’s definitely playing it safe, this is one of those. has great lyrical moments. fave lines: “tastes so sweet, looks so real / sounds like something that i used to feel / but i can’t touch what i see” and “this was all we used to need”

ever since new york - another good song that just doesn’t stand out. the dynamics are better live than in the studio version. fave lines: “choose your words cause there’s no antidote for this curse” and “there’s no water inside this swimming pool”

falling - okay. if there’s one harry styles song that i can throw away and pretend doesn’t exist entirely, it would be falling. not that it’s a bad song. it’s alright. but i feel like this song is textbook mainstream bait and it shows, especially when compared to the other songs in fine line / his discography. the first two lines in the verse (I’m in my bed and you’re not here) makes me want to cut my ears off with how generic the lyrics and melody are. i’m sorry. i’m only this harsh because i know that harry is better than that this song and that line. also, going back to vulnerability and self-deprecation, this one tries but just fails to land. the “vulnerabilty” is too in-your-face to feel genuine. again, not a bad song because he doesn’t have any, but this is pretty close. fave lines: “what if i’m someone i don’t want around?"

so. agree? disagree? feel free to send me your thoughts!

#harry styles #hs1 #fine line #hs2 #discography #song ranking

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guccifloralsuits · 4 years ago

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girl.........when u gonna rec some cm fics??? help a sis out!!

These are all Moreid, Hotchreid or no main pairing so heads up lol. I don’t read self-insert. I’ll try to tag the tumblr author’s blogs i know but i’ll prob miss a few (srry)

GENERAL WARNING: please read the tags & ratings bc some of these have multiple TWs. I’ll try to tag here but also CM has some...uh. dark content. Graphic depictions of violence & ya know, murder. So be safe & take care of yourself.

Completed Works/One-Shots:

You Reap What You Sow by BloodiedRose // One-Shot // 6k // Elle & Spencer friendship, morcia side-pairing // took me a sec to get into but holy FUCK

Elle Greenaway suddenly transfers to the D.C. department. She tries to keep her head down, but that's hard to do when she has to get used to a new city, adopts her traumatised coworker, and is being haunted by her own personal Graveling.

A Dead Like Me au (but no knowledge of the show is required).

The Ghosts That Should-Have-Been by Kibbers // Completed // 17k // Hotchreid // TW: Suicide Attempt // The writing on this is insane. Kinda abstract but in a way which just works. I actually cried reading this

Hotch said, “You’re keeping score, just like Owen.”

If Spencer had been keeping score, the world was winning. The rolled eyes, the disinterested gazes, the way they spoke to him only when they wanted something. Only when they wanted notebooks read at an inhuman rate or statistics they could use for the profile, for a bet, for the delight of having them at all. If Reid was keeping score, he had the right to do so if only to prove to himself that he deserved to feel a little hurt. He deserved to step in front of a bullet to save a kid that felt the same way he did.

an ice white candle, lit by Lilaciliraya // One-shot // 2.5k // Moreid // TW: implied childhood sexual abuse

He fails his gun qualification because the administrator is male this time and he stands just a little too close. He hates that he is 23 years old and he cannot stop the way his hands shake in the presence of an unlikely possibility.

(or) The hardest thing that Spencer Reid has ever had to do is learn how to stay warm.

Visiting Hours by Word_Clay // one-shot // 5k // no main pairing // TW: threats of rape, dissociation, homicidal ideation // prison-arc, so well written

Getting more and more intense. Got to fall deeper in to beat them. I’ve lost friends before, but not like this; not in a box where I have no control—or do I?Starting to think like them; starting to survive like them. I’m here because I made a choice.What if that means I don’t get out alive?

Indispensable by Deejaymil // Completed // 40k // Hotchreid // this fic wrecked me lol it’s fine im fine

Dave's a damn good guardian angel, one of the best. And being one of the best means he gets the worst jobs: the important, the clumsy, the reckless, the difficult-to-keep-alive. The indispensables. But he's never before quite had anyone like Spencer Reid.

Within the first two seconds of meeting his new charge, the kid gets hit by a car; it really only goes downhill from there. His only consolation is that Emily is having just as much trouble with her new charge, Aaron Hotchner.

If only they could somehow combine their assignments...

He’s All That by rchr // One-shot // no pairing // 6k // criminally underrated i’ve read it like 70 times // bonus for Morgan’s POV // Garcia being a queen

"One does not simply make over the good Dr. Reid. A true makeover is all about sowing the seeds."

Sunflowers and Daisies by Agib, starsandsupernovae // @ag-ib & @rxsienbloom // Completed // 12.5k // Moreid // Penelope being a queen (again) // I’m always a bitch for a Hanahaki Disease AU and this one especially

Derek is, without question, unfailingly in love with Doctor Spencer Reid.

Blueberry Syrup by dilaudiddreams // @m0rcia // One-shot // 1.5k // Moreid // Fluffy af actually all comfort & barely any hurt //

"Listen, uh...do you think I could maybe...take you out...sometime?”

Spencer frowns. “What do you mean?”

“Snipe you. No. What do you think? To dinner or something.”

Spencer wakes up in Derek Morgan's bed. He tries to sneak out without waking him.

He fails, and he winds up staying for breakfast out of common courtesy (and maybe something else).

Set season 1. Tooth-rotting sweet.

Following a Bright Shiny Thing by travelinthedark // Hotchreid but genuinely the whole team’s dynamic is what shines in this // One-shot // 5k // yes it has a lot of kudos // yes it deserves all of them

Wherein Reid feels like 6th grade girl, the girls squeel from time to time, and there are little blue drinks.

WIPS I’m Keeping Up With:

Dreams are Only Blue by themetaphorgirl // @themetaphorgirl // Alex Blake & Spencer Reid // last update: first week of October // TW: child neglect

AU. Nine-year-old Spencer Reid is brilliant, but he's too young to fully grasp the trauma threatening to bury him. Alex Blake buried her nine-year-old son and accepted that she just wasn't meant to be a mother. The BAU team takes on a case that ends up throwing them together, and Spencer is sent to live with Alex and her husband, and everything changes.

(this is the Spencer Blake AU)

Where Have You Bean All My Life? By agib // @ag-ib // Moreid // last update: the end of September

It's rare enough that anyone on the team has to take on undercover work for more than a single night, and even more uncommon that the CIA happens to be splitting a case with the FBI.

So, really, Morgan shouldn't complain. But he does, and he's wholeheartedly dedicated to hating this assignment up until the damn college kid, who looks like he survives on coffee alone, bustles into the café.

Full Series I Rec:

Undercover Pretty Boy by 898700 (ghostwriter) // Completed // Moreid leaning? // Undercover CIA model AU which inspired the whump moreid 5k I have written & will maybe one of these days post (rippppppp)

Ag-ib’s Whumptober // Ongoing // general TW bc dark themes for Whumptober

Appalachian’s Whumptober // @appalachianapologies // Ongoing // general TW bc dark themes for Whumptober

Happy reading!

ps: I actually wrote a moreid (Ex-CIA undercover model!Reid) one shot too if that’s something you’d be interested in!!

#criminal minds fic recs #criminal minds #spencer reid #cus they'll all centered around him i love annoying twinks sue me #cm fic recs #asks #when in doubt just go read whatever ag-ib writes lol #thanks for asking for this actually this gave me a reason to start compiling some favs #recs #fic recs #oc cm

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surveys-at-your-service · 4 years ago

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Survey #298

“i don’t like what i am becoming / wish i could just feel something”

Do you have sensitive skin? Very. Do you wear necklaces or earrings more? Just my tragus piercing, really. I only ever wear a necklace sometimes if I'm taking a "nice" picture. Rings or bracelets? I currently don't wear any bracelets, but I do always have one ring on. How many toilets are in your house? Two. Is your current crush younger than you? By just a couple years. Are you a lighter complexion than your father? Yes; he's very tan, especially his arms from being a mailman. Ranch or barbeque sunflower seeds? I don't like sunflower seeds. Do you know the first five books of the Bible in order? No. Do you have a pet fish? Nah, they're not my thing. Do you believe being gay is a choice or a "disorder"? Neither; I believe it's a genetic mutation. It defies biology and the very motive for life, but I always say that a mutation does not, in any way, equate to "wrong." I am extremely adamantly pro-gay rights and bisexual myself, so I can't shit-talk it. What are some of your favourite sounds? Crunching leaves, rain gently tapping on windows, windchimes, birdsong... mainly nature sounds. There are others, I'm just blanking right now. Are you a warm weather or cold weather person? Cold, 100%. What time do you wake up? What for? This spans over a massive gap, honestly... I can wake up as early as 5 or as late as 9:30. Most often, it's pretty early, and I call that my "trial" of being awake, lol... because I will almost without fail go back to sleep for a couple more hours. Hell, that happens even if I sleep on the later side. Do you ever listen to music to fall asleep to? I used to do that in middle and maybe some of high school, I think; I'd fall asleep with my iPod on and earbuds in. I haven't done that in a very long time, though. Could you spend the rest of your life with someone who had bad taste in music? ... Yes? Their taste in music has nothing to do with them as a person???? Do you still talk to the person you fell hardest for? No, and it's best I don't. Have you ever wanted to get drunk and get your mind off everything? Yes, and that's how I found out I'm far from a lightweight. I wasn't going to drink more than I actually wanted to drink just to get wasted. Did you love playing hide and seek as a kid? Yeah. Who is the last child you held? My youngest niece. Have you ever woken up not knowing where you were? Maybe for a few moments after my surgery? I don't really recall. When is the last time you made the wrong choice in anything? Every fucking day when I decide what to do with my time. What is the most interesting thing in the room you are in? My snake, I guess. She's a champagne morph ball python. When washing your hands, do you wet your hands or put soap on first? I put on soap first. When was the hardest you ever cried? What was the circumstance? Probably when Mom literally dragged me home after I tried to walk to Jason's to talk the night of the breakup. I lost my fucking mind. Which gift cards do you have in your wallet? I don't think I have any. Coke or Pepsi? Coke. I hate Pepsi. What is better: cute smile, or amazing eyes? A cute smile. What song are you listening to? "Drilled a Wire Through My Cheek" by Blue October is on currently. Name your best friend(s): Sara. Do you know any mechanical stuff about cars? Nope. Last night you felt? I wasn't suicidal, but still kinda wanted to die lmao. Do you still watch Disney channel? No. How do you like your eggs? I only enjoy them scrambled, and preferably with cheese. What’s your all-time favorite song? "False Flags" by Massive Attack. If you could be any TV character, who would you be and why? Idk, I don't watch TV enough. Maybe Donna from That '70s Show. Very strong and independent, outspoken, and not to mention she has great taste. I find her to be a good female character to look up to. Do you ever come up with really good ideas for stories or movies? Do you do anything with them? Yeah; I'll try to integrate them into RP characters and plots. What sort of things do you post on your Tumblr? Vintage photos, screen caps, girly things? It's a Markiplier cesspit lmao. Sometimes I'll reblog shit I find funny. I've been very inactive on it, though. Have you ever had a dream that you couldn’t shake, even for days after you woke up? Oh yes. When was the last time you felt like a nuisance, or unwanted? Recently, I'm sure. When was the last time your dreams were crushed, or at least hindered? I dunno. How’s school going? I'm not in school. Are you angry at anyone right now? Myself. The last person to say they loved you? Mom. When is the last time you laughed hard? Hard? I'm really not sure. Are there any words on your shirt? No, it's just a blank black tank. Does it take a lot to make you cry? NOPE. Do you tell your parents everything? No. Do you get bored easily? I'm bored to the point of thinking being dead would be more fun at some point almost every day. I have anhedonia badly. I'm honestly starting to think I've over-medicated to a numbing degree so am trying to wean off some things. Have you ever burned someone's picture? No. How long was your last nap? Maybe three hours? I was really, really tired, though. Can you name the last time you felt happy? Probably when Sara and I talk-talked for the first time in a while. When was the last time you played with sidewalk chalk? Oh, I have zero clue. Probably not since I was a kid. Do you have friends obsessed with World of Warcraft? Bro wtf don't @ me. Have you ever punched a hole in the wall? No. Have you ever told someone you hated them? The only time I've seriously said that was to my dad before we reconciled after the divorce. What was the color of the bridesmaid dresses of the last wedding you went to? I actually don't remember... Favorite thing to do on Facebook? See The Memes. Do you wear flip flops, regardless of weather, all the time? I SAID don't @ me. What is in store for your future? I both do and don't want to know. Have you ever seen a live bat? Yeah. I adore bats. Do you chew on straws? No. Do you have any trophies? Yeah. Who’s the last person that creeped you out? Some guy who walked into the store I was at with Mom, continuously looking back and forth. Would you believe an ex if she/he said they love you? Well, that would depend on the person. Have you ever been kissed in the rain? Yeah. Anything exciting happening soon? My half-sister and her kids are visiting tomorrow and staying for a few days. It's a surprise for Mom. Do you keep a diary or journal (offline or online)? You could say these surveys kinda are. I don't have a designated "diary," though. When was the last time you took a painkiller? What was it for and did it work? I had womanly issues a few days back, and yeah, it helped. Have you ever had to go and rescue someone because their car broke down? When was the last time that happened? I mean, I've driven /with/ Mom to do so. I myself don't drive. What’s one sweet/candy you miss from your childhood? Is this item something you can still buy or has it been discontinued? Y'all remember Baby Bottle Pops??? 'Cuz I do, and I love those fuckin things. I still see them sometimes in gas stations. When was the last time you used some kind of moisturiser? A few days back for my hands. They were painfully dry. If you’re under lockdown/stay at home orders at the moment, are you struggling or managing okay? A bitch is s t r u g g l i n g. Has anything positive come out of the pandemic for you? Fuck no. Do you wear a watch? Is it analogue/digital? Does it it have things like a step-counter in it? No. Do you have any gifts from Christmas that you still haven’t opened or used? Not used, yes. Well, then some things are still in their boxes, but they're unwrapped. Do you know how to tie a tie? If so, who taught you? No. Who was your last missed call from? Did you ring that person back? Some number I didn't recognize, so no. When was the last time you had some kind of problem with your internet connection? Is this something that happens often? A few days back. It has occasional instances where it'll go out but come back on shortly. Do you have a favourite celebrity chef? No. Do you prefer pizza or pasta? Pizza. Have you ever volunteered anywhere before? What was the reason behind doing so? Once at PetSmart when they had dogs to adopt out, which was for school volunteer hours. I spent time with them, giving them attention and taking them outside. I also had two other animal-related volunteer days, but each was only a few hours because my fucking weak-ass body couldn't handle them. Have you ever been truly obsessed with something? What was it and how did you come to feel that way? I have an incredibly obsessive personality; I could probably name near on a dozen or so things I've been genuinely obsessed with. I don't know what it means to love in moderation. Some are/were pleasant obsessions, some aren't/weren't. Does it bother you when people turn up at your house without asking or waiting to be invited? Yes. Are you taller or shorter than average height? I'm the average for an American woman. Do you have any family members whose beliefs or ways of life completely embarrass you? YUP YUP YUP YUP. Are you scared of heights? Yes. When was the last time you lost something of great sentimental value? Did you ever end up finding it again? I don't know. Have you ever injured anyone in self-defense? No. What food do you find to be the most filling? Is this something you eat a lot of? In relation to its portion sizes, oatmeal or eggs. I can't have a whole lot of either. I wouldn't say I eat either a lot, but oatmeal is more common. Have you ever heard people talking badly about you behind your back? Did you confront them about it? Yes, and in at least two instances. Do you consider “home” to be the place you were born, or is it somewhere you create for yourself? I consider it to be my childhood home; not the one I was actually born in, but only because I was way too young to remember and we only lived there like, maybe two years into my life. Have you ever experienced having to leave your home due to a fire, or due to the threat of fire? No, thankfully. When was the last time you felt you were in a dangerous situation? When we had a serious tornado warning Christmas Eve. Yes. In winter. Are there any superstitions that you believe in? Which ones and what are your reasons for doing so? No. Are there any series of books/films that you never finished - either because you got bored of waiting or just lost interest? Oh, I'm sure. I Wouldn't say I lost interest in a lot though, I just wasn't interested enough, like for The Hunger Games. Which theme park is your favorite? I haven't been to nearly enough to know. Like, just one. Do you eat healthy? I try to be, at least. Though I've been doing very poorly about it lately because I'm a emotional goddamn eater and am having a very hard time. Do/did your parents fight often? They're divorced for a reason. Do YOU fight with them often? No. Would you say that you're respectful? I hope so. Are you a fan of Green Day? Yeah, I love them. Would you rather have 4 kids at one time or never have a kid? Jesus Christ, never. I don't want any anyway. Do you think 'friends with benefits' relationships really ever work? No. Do you or have you ever known a drug addict? Yes. Do you turn off the water while brushing your teeth or leave it on? I always turn it off. No reason to waste it. Do you have any nieces or nephews? Lots, if you include my half-siblings. Are caterpillars more cute or disgusting? I tend to find them cute. What's your homepage when you bring up the internet? Google. Was the last book you read for fun or was it for some type of assignment? It was for fun. Have you ever dated someone you met online? Yes. Would you go on a date with someone right now if they asked? Depends on who's asking. Do you own any band tees? Oh, I have lots. Off the top of my head, some that I frequently wear are Metallica, Otep, and Korn. Do you know someone who wears a wig? No. Have you ever kissed someone under fireworks? I don't think so. What kind of dressing do you eat on your salad, if any? I strongly prefer the Olive Garden kind, but I also enjoy ranch. What genre of music do you listen to the most? Metal of some sort. Have you ever dated someone who was way overprotective of you? No. Do you personally know any cops? No. How many different colleges have you gone to? Three. How much stress can you handle? Not much at all. How confident are you in achieving your dreams? I ain't got the slightest clue by this point in my life. What is one thing you thought you’d never do but have done or are doing? There's a lot of things, most bad, some good. Do you have to take medication for any mental illness? A lot. Do you like looking at pictures? It depends on what's in them. Specifically pictures from my past, that's usually a big no. Do you believe the dead can have connections with the living? I guess in very vague ways. Which family member do you get along with the most? Well, define "get along with." I by far have the strongest relationship with my mom, but we fight sometimes. As for who I stay on the most stable ground with, that's probably my dad. Would you ever be able to become a vegan? I know I couldn't, but I'd love to. How did you meet your newest friend? Who even IS my newest friend... Have you ever watched the show Teen Mom? What did you think about it? No, and I think it's an awful fucking idea for a television show. Put a spotlight on and money into teen pregnancy, yeah, that's a genius plan. Are you old enough to remember MySpace? Yeah. Do you think you’ll be a good mother/father? I wouldn't be. Do you have trouble deleting your text messages? I don't need to. Is there something that you haven’t told anyone that you actually would like to tell someone? No. Have you ever been called a tease? Yeah. Do people ever make fun of your religion or lack thereof? No. Do you say/do things a lot for shock effect? No? What was the last compliment you gave a guy? I probably told my nephew Ryder he was a good brother. Was one of your grandpas in a war? Maybe? Idk. I never knew either well at all. Have you screamed in a pillow before? Yes. What do you like more, acoustic or electric? Electric. Have you ever ordered something off a commercial on television? No. What's worse, having someone mad or disappointed in you? Disappointed. Do you still consider Pluto a planet? Yes. Didn't they reinstate it as one, anyway? Right now, are you at a high, leveled, or low point? What's lower than "low?"

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