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violentdelightsandviolentends · 1 year

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hi!! can i request carmy berzatto #16, t? 🤭

Finders, Keepers.

16. "Is that my shirt?" + t. Roommates

Author's Note - this is written as part of my 500 Followers Celebration!! find that post here if you're interested. my first time writing for beautiful angel boy carmy <3

Pairing - Carmen Berzatto x Female Reader

Age Rating - 18+

Warnings - smut!! + cursing

Word Count - 1185

Masterlist. 500 Follower Celebration Masterlist.

The Roommate Collection.

Having Carmen Berzatto as a roommate is a blessing and a curse.

It's a blessing for many reasons. He's kind, thoughtful, considerate. He cooks, he cleans, he loads the dishwasher correctly. He's fairly quiet, he respects your boundaries, he always lets you choose the movie to watch. He's perfect in every way, really.

He's perfect in every way. That's the curse.

He's the most attractive man you've ever laid your eyes on. And he cooks. And he cleans. And he's the best roommate you could ever ask for. You're convinced anyone would struggle not to fall in love with him. Anyone.

You've fallen victim to the Berzatto charm. As much as you'd love to tell him, you don't want to ruin this good thing the two of you have. It's not worth it. So, you keep your mouth shut, and your eyes glued to his perfect face whenever he's not looking. It's sometimes painful, but it works.

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You're woken up bright and early by someone knocking on your bedroom door.

"I'm making breakfast. Lesson, or nah?"

Before you met Carmy, you couldn't really cook. Sure, you knew the basics, but he's opened you up to all sorts of new techniques and flavours. Whenever he starts to prepare a meal, he'll ask you if you want a lesson. Sometimes, you'll say no, content to watch him do his thing in the kitchen. More often than not, you'll say yes, allowing him to talk you through what he's doing and why. He explains everything step by step, always ensuring he's thorough but never patronising. These little cooking lessons allowed the both of you to get to know each other, bonding you together.

"Yeah, sure!" you call through the door, still half asleep. "Give me a minute."

You hear him turn the coffee maker on, the sounds of mugs clinking together filling the kitchen.

You stumble out of bed, grabbing around for something to wear. You find a dark grey t shirt on the chair and throw it over your head haphazardly. Pulling some socks on to tackle the morning chill, you run your fingers through your hair before making your way through the apartment.

Carmy's wearing his navy plaid pyjama pants and a white t shirt that hugs his biceps just right. His hair is sticking up in all directions, and it takes everything in you not to reach out and fix it into place.

"Morning, sweetheart," he says without turning around. "What do you want for breakfast, pancakes or waffles?"

"Hmmm," you debate. "Waffles, I think."

"Waffles it is."

Carmen turns around from where he's been brewing the coffee, and almost falls over. You're stood leaning against the counter, hair mussed and eyes still sleepy. Your legs are on full display, socks ending just above your ankle, skin glowing in the morning light. You smell like warmth and a golden sunrise. Carmy holds onto the mug in his hand like his life depends on it.

"Coffee," he stutters, handing it to you. You cross the kitchen and take it from him, kissing him on the cheek as a thank you. You both pretend not to notice the way heat blooms up his chest at the action.

The longer he looks at you, the more he can't put his finger on what it is that's driving him insane. There's something different about you this morning, and it's got him riled up. His eyes rake over your body once, twice, three times before he figures it out.

"Is that my shirt?"

You look down to find that yes, it is. You must have picked it up from the pile of clean laundry he did yesterday accidentally.

"Oh, shit. Sorry, Carmy."

"No, it's okay. You look... you... it's - fuck."

You've never seen his brain short circuit like this, and you're not entirely sure what's happening.

"Are you... alright, Carmy?"

"God," he groans. "Stop saying my name like that."

"... like what?"

"Like... fuck. You say it so fuckin' pretty."

He has a look in his eyes you've never seen before. It's almost animalistic. He looks feral.

He strides over to you, cradling your face in his calloused hands. He presses his forehead to yours, and exhales shakily.

"Will you let me taste you, honey?" he murmurs.

Your breath catches in your throat, and your knees go weak. It's a good job he's holding you up.

"Please," he practically begs. "I'll make you feel real good."

You answer him by smashing your lips to his, hands fisting in the front of his shirt. He kisses you back with vigour, tongues tangling and mouths melding. You moan and he swallows it, committing the sound to memory.

Carmy walks you backwards and hoists you up onto the edge of the kitchen table, before dropping to his knees. He looks debauched, knelt in front of you with wide eyes and swollen lips. You think he's never looked prettier.

He starts by kissing up from your ankles to your thighs, building the tension expertly. You're practically vibrating with anticipation, desperate to feel him where you need him most. Your underwear is soaked through, and you're convinced you're going to go insane if he doesn't get his mouth on you soon.

As if he's reading your mind, he nudges his nose against your covered core, inhaling. He groans at your scent, and it's the filthiest thing you've ever seen. He pulls your underwear down in one quick swoop, looking up at you carefully. You grab the hem of your shirt, ready to pull it over your head, but Carmy stops you.

"Leave it on," he mutters. "Please."

You nod your head, and he takes that as confirmation. He dives into you, lapping you up like a man parched. He's nipping, biting, suckling at you as if he's done it a thousand times before. You prop yourself on your elbows, giving you the perfect view of this perfect man in this perfect situation. He's so eager to please you it makes your heart and your core ache.

"Fuck," he groans. "Sweetest thing I've ever tasted."

He slips two fingers into you with ease, and your back arches. You're writhing, moaning on every out breath, struggling to inhale. Is there anything this man can't do?

You can feel your orgasm building, warm and persistent in your stomach. Carmy can too.

"Come on, honey," he begs. "Give it to me. I want it. Let me have it."

You're not sure if it's his dulcet tone or the way his fingers curl on every upstroke, but you fall apart, hips keening and back canting. You whine his name and he groans, low and deep.

"There we go," he's muttering. "Good girl. That's it. Atta girl."

When he's satisfied you're satisfied, he stands up and kisses you again, allowing you to taste yourself on his bitten lips.

"No Michelin star dish is ever going to compare to that," he teases against your mouth. You both laugh, giddy off of each other.

"Shut up," you giggle. "Now, are we making waffles, or what?"

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 6 months

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Was I the AH for making a joke no one told me they didn't like?

This happened back when I was 12.

I was pretty... not popular, but friends with a lot of semi-popular figures in a certain fandom. I know you aren't supposed to be on social media until you're 13 and all that, but it was a good while ago [2019ish] and I was a kid who never made friends IRL.

One of my friends [16, I think?] had a delusion [it was a diagnosed disorder they had and told me about, if I remembered I would tell you, MAYBE OSDD but I think it was something else] that they were one of the characters from the show the fandom was about.

I had other friend groups into the same show, and I would often make jokes "pretending" to be one of the characters [usually just posting a memed up version of a screencap and mimicking the speech pattern of the character], which would land well and make them laugh, so I saw no issue using this joke around the friend with delusions [who I'll call Lucas]. I only did it twice.

The first time I didn't notice anything different, but the second time they started treating me like this character [who I later learnt but didn't know at the time Lucas recalled having memories of being in a romantic relationship with]. Lucas was the only person I knew who had these types of delusions, so I didn't know what to do and just went along with it until they, uh... "snapped out of it", I guess?

Soon after, I was added to a group chat with a few other people. All of them were 16, except for who we'll call Dawn, who was 12 or 13, and who was the leader of their whole group. I'll call the other people Rosa [someone who I had gotten in a huge argument with before for a reason I don't remember but I think she started it and I overreacted, if this was about that it'd probably be YTA or ESH, but I apologized and we didn't really talk anymore], and Nate [someone who I hadn't ever talked to outside of a large group setting]. Lucas was also there in this group chat.

They were staging an... intervention? They were basically making me explain my actions and were telling me how I was a horrible person for "tricking Lucas into thinking I was this character". Lucas wasn't very responsive to the situation, and I was pretty sure Dawn was the one who orchestrated the whole thing and roped Lucas into it, maybe as a confidant or something like that. Rosa brought up how awful I was to her before, and how she never forgave me even though I thought she did. Nate also brought up how "aggressive and violent" I was, citing one of the only times I had talked to him [which I thought was just a funny way to greet someone, akin to like "*knocks a door off its hinges and it explodes everywhere, I take several minutes trying to put it back together but it clearly isn't done well* Hi guys"], using a screenshot he had taken MONTHS prior and had been saving for that moment, he told me.

I was supposed to go out shopping, so I couldn't keep on checking my phone without my parents getting suspicious of me. I was also hyperventilating and kept on having to take breaks to make sure I didn't freak out. I kept on trying to reply to things in chronological order, and they were getting more and more progressively upset. I told them the first part about my parents getting suspicious, and one of them even told me that "your parents should know what kind of sick fuck you are, maybe then you'll understand your actions." Eventually, we DID go shopping, and I couldn't reply for several hours.

When I got back, Dawn and Rosa had made several call out posts on their social media each, and I had several DMs from other people about it. I couldn't read the posts, and all I did was deactivate my account. I couldn't post art I had done online until about a year ago, couldn't even think about the show until a few months ago when my friend wanted to try it out, and I still can't go onto that social media platform because it makes me so nervous and I can't breathe, afraid that someone will recognize me even now and "expose me". Lucas wanted to keep in touch, but they were a bit clingy and only came to me when they were having mental breakdowns. I couldn't handle the constant reminders, so I eventually deleted their number.

Note: while I am very safe about my identity online, these people [at least Dawn, since she said how old she was before me and even showed pictures of herself in cosplay online before, she WAS very 12] did know what age I was [I had lied about it before then to other people].

I still feel really bad about this, and I was wondering if I really was being an asshole. Maybe I was just being biased because I was the one being persecuted? I don't know. Maybe I was the AH because I was suffering from the horrible illness sweeping the nation called being 12 years old?

I'm sorry if this is a little silly, but I'm 17 now and this is still a part of my past I'm ashamed of.

Could you tag this post "12 year old confrontation" so I can find it? Thank you. Sorry, again.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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thatoneidiotdts · 3 years

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Sleeping (+morning routine) headcanons for some genshin boys

A/n: hello ladies and gentlemen I'm happy to announce that I may be back now that my life has decided to stop throwing endless shit at me. Now I also write for genshin so feel free to send asks in my inbox!!

Warnings: nightmares for xiao, favoritism in diluc's part, purposeful misspelling and slander in C*ilde's part,overall tooth rotting fluff

Zhong li

Sleeps like a rock (pun intended)

This man will not wake up unless there is an emergency

No matter how much noise you make or whatever is going on around him he'll stay there laying in bed completely silent

His breathing is so quiet you think he's dead half the time if not for his endless sleep talking

And you can actually have full on conversations with him while he's asleep

Also he sleeps in a solider position which leaves you to cling on him like a koala on a big ass tree

Sleeps in really soft bamboo pyjamas that you bought for him

Zhong li will only wake up at exactly 7:30 am no matter if it's a week day or a weekend/ his day off

He also doesn't stay in bed for more than 10 minutes unless as stated before its his day off and you aren't awake yet

The man will stay there taking in the sunshine rays from the window as he's looking at your peaceful face

After an hour or two hell rub your back and gently wake you up with forehead kisses while softly calling your name

When you finally wake up you usually start with the morning hygiene and whatnot

Also he will ask you if you want to take a morning bath together but absolutely respects you decision if you won't and you don't need to even give him a reason you declined in the first place but will make sure you know he loves you no matter what

After that he will sit down with you and drink tea and have breakfast with you for the next two hours

It's the only reason he wakes up so early

T̵̻̦̥͌͝e̸̟̗̮̮͌a̷̙͕͉̿̍͝

After that he goes to do his usual shift at the wangsheng funeral parlor

Venti

Menace to society

He either sleeps sprawled out in a starfish position with his arm and leg over your body or in a fetal position with his face buried in your breasts/chest

He usually sleeps in your clothes or in his everyday clothes

His little snores are super cute tho

Venti's snoring isn't super loud, it's actually really quiet but still there

Since he's a bard he stays at the Angel's share until it closes which is usually very late into the night so he sleeps until like 2pm

He isn't a heavy sleeper so you usually accidentally wake him up if you have some errands to run early in the morning

Venti will cling to you and pretend that he's asleep so that you can stay in bed with him

After like 20 minutes of this he finally let's you go and makes you promise him that you'll be back quickly

When you returned to your shared house from doing commissions you found him still sleeping in the bed so you quietly took a shower and snuggled in with him for another hour or two

After he finally wakes up for real this time he has breakfast lunch with you and goes off to Angel's share but not before giving you a thousand kisses

Kaeya

He's sleep schedule is ON POINT

He always gets back from Angel's share at exactly 1:00am, showers, eats and does his skin care routine and gets in bed around 1:30am

He also wakes up at exactly 9am but stays in bed until ten

He trashes through the night, he also talks in his sleep but it really weird and it's mostly things that are in English but you can't understand them at all

Kaeya is also a blanket snatcher and will snatch your blanket if you aren't holding it tightly

I feel like he also sleeps with socks on but has a few special pairs of socks that have some cute patterns that he would rather be caught working with the fatui by his own brother than wear them outside once

Also sleeps in silk pyjamas, doesn't care if the cotton ones are easier to breathe through, he likes the feeling of silk on his skin

Kaeya loves his personal space and he doesn't like to be touched while he sleeps but makes up for it when he's awake but still in bed

The only exception is when it's cold outside, I headcannon he's naturally cold and he doesn't like it at all

His morning routine is 90% of him taking care of his face and showering

His skincare routine is also more expensive than some people's houses so don't touch his products plz

Kaeya will gladly teach you the basics of skin care and will buy you your own products that thinks will suit your skin better

He's also almost late to work every day so every day you see him put on his shoes calmly, take in a deep breath and then he kisses you goodbye and runs off like a mad man in order to get to the headquarters on time

Diluc

He has so much unprocessed trauma I would be surprised is sleep schedule is anything but a mess

Diluc doesn't sleep a lot, he would have a normal sleep schedule but since he has a lot of stuff to do all the time it stops him from sleeping property

Not only does he work as a bartender at Angel's share when Charles can't he also works as the Mondstat's one and only Dark Night Hero

He usually comes home around 4 or 5 am and will only sleep until like 8 and you will have to force him to have a nap in the afternoon

Also he sleeps in his everyday clothing and he's sometimes too tired to even take his coat off

Diluc sleeps on his stomach which causes him to have back and neck problems but it's the only way he can actually fall asleep

He's a really light sleeper which also adds up to his sleeping problem

Also he snores loudly, like really loudly, and he only snores at night for some weird reason

You discovered that because one day you accidentally woke up at like 6 am and you couldn't fall back asleep because of his loud snoring but you didn't dare to move since you knew how little rest he gets

He's not a morning person at all, if he didn't hate alcohol, he would be the person that chugs half a bottle of vodka in the morning just to keep him awake

Diluc usually starts his morning off with some personal hygiene and then starts doing the endless paperwork without even having breakfast or anything to drink

So out will have to force him to eat and drink so that he doesn't pass out from work

On the rare days he doesn't have any work to do he usually sleeps them off to make up for the time he didn't sleep

Albedo

Chalk boy over here also has a terrible sleep schedule

He's not really forcing himself to stay up but rather doesn't realize how late it is

You will have to pull him out of his work in order for him to go to sleep

Albedo has a special pair of pyjamas that he wears when he's sleeping and he only wears them because for his last birthday Klee has given him a pair of pyjamas that were originally grey but she hand painted them herself with the help of Jean and Lisa and he's been sleeping in them ever since

And when i say every day I mean every day

But don't worry he hand washes them every two days and takes special care of them in order to not wash of the fabric paint

His snores are also really quiet and quite cute, I recommend commenting on that if you wanna see him blush ^-^

Albedo usually sleeps on his stomach but unlike Diluc he is small enough to not crush you under his weight so he usually sleeps with his head on your stomach or buried in your neck

Pease touch his hair he melts when you do

Albedo can sleep for a looonng time if you don't wake him up so he relies on you to wake him up or else he'll spend the next 16 hours in bed sleeping without a care in the wold

When he wake up he does his usual morning routine, which is usually a quick shower, breakfast, brushing his teeth and his hair out, and then goes off to work

He will absolutely make you have a nap with him in the afternoon or whenever he feels tired

Xiao

He doesn't sleep much, hell I don't this man sleeps at all sometimes

Adepti don't really require sleep or food like normal humans do

It took a lot of time for him to trust you enough to sleep besides him

Xiao doesn't feel safe while sleeping at all, he also fears that his karmic dept might take affect on you so he keeps his distance for quite some time

For the first month or two he would wear his normal every day clothes but then you gift him a cute plain green onesie and at first he straight up refused to put 'that thing' on but he gave in and hasn't sleep in anything else since

At first he would be the big spoon so that he can protect you from any harm but when you spooned him for the first time he felt so safe and warm he never wanted to let go of that feeling ever again

After that he would ask you under his breath if you could spoon him more often, you barely understood what he was saying but perfectly understood what he wanted and needed.

He also regularly has nightmares which causes him to trash around and maybe whack you in the face once or twice but you're quick to calm him down

Xiao never really realized that he was hurting you until he gently hugged you and you winced because he accidentally touched the small mark he left the previous night after having another nightmare

Doesn't touch you or sleep with you for a week after that, he already hurt you enough but you don't really care so you coaxed him into sleeping with you again very easily since he missed your warmth a lot

He doesn't really have a morning routine but he does wake up every morning before you so that he can teleport to the Huaguang Stone Forest to pick some Qingxin flowers for you

He's also gets back into your arms right before you wake up so that it seems like he never left in the first place

But you always notice the new fresh bouquet of the beautiful white flower on your desk and thank him for it

T*rtaglia

Listen here ok I'mma be real with y'all

Turbulence sleeps exactly one hour less than normal people but makes it seem like he gets like 2 hours of sleep per night

"Ugh I didn't sleep last night at all😩😏" Like bro stfu

He also makes jokes about sleeping so little because he was with you last night or that he was training so hard or doing a mountain of paper work

While you know damn well he was with you entire night sleeping like a baby right by your side

He sleeps naked solely so that one day when a hypothetical intruder gets into your home he can scare them off by yelling at them while being completely naked 💀

But he will put a pair of pyjamas on if you're uncomfortable

He mostly sleeps on his side because he needs to hold something while he's sleeping, if you aren't with him that night he will hug your pillow and sleep like that

Tagliatelle also doesn't like to sleep when in a cold room so he will have one of those water bottles that people use for back pain and will put one in the pillow he's holding and two in the blanket itself

He's totally a morning person and has no problem with getting out of the bed in less than like 10 minutes unless you ask him not to

If he has a day off he won't sleep in that much but he will curl up beside you and 'accidentally' place his head on your boobs/chest

Y'all saying Terrorism is the caring older brother? WRONG he's the forgotten middle child. we ofc know about Tonia, Anthon and Teucer but he also has two older brothers and at least one older sister

I feel like he's the middle child that had to take all the responsibilities when the older three/four moved out

So yeah he can make a damn fine breakfast for you without skipping a beat

But don't let me even start on his personal hygiene

Like shower are fine ok and he baths once a week only because he can but like

I know damn well his back teeth are ROTTING

He only uses mouthwash and brushes the front and bottom part of the teeth so that they look presentable meanwhile his back teeth got their souls sucked out

Moving on from that Tellurium can't really spend the whole morning with you so he will have to leave you late in the morning.

Coffee? :>

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 2 years

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When I Found You (Pt. 16 of 19)

Pairing: Daryl Dixon X Reader | Negan X daughter! Reader

Word count: 2.4 K

Summary: You saw Negan build his empire, saw your father become a monster, a murderer, and never had the courage to stand your ground. So everything you do it help as much people as you can, carrying the guilt of being part of it. But one day, your world is shaken when you find him, the man with blue eyes locked up inside a cage. You decide to help him, to keep his community safe. And for that, you'll have to pretend you and Daryl are in love... But how long until the lie becomes the truth?

Warnings: Some sensitive topics such as mentions and light descriptions of self-harm. (I kept it light, so don't worry about graphic descriptions.)

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A/N: I wanna thank (and give a lot of credit) to to absolutely awesome friend @multific, who helped me with a lot of ideas, and also with the final editing of the text. Love you, girl!!

Another Ray of Sunshine

As if this whole problem with Hilltop wasn't enough, Daryl can't ignore how (Y/N) has been feeling unwell. Mostly in the mornings. She says it's just nervousness, as they try to set a plan. But everything Rick comes up with, she points out the flaws. How Negan could thrive. So after three weeks, we're still clueless. And she's been taking it as her personal failure, something Daryl can't seem to convince her otherwise.

“D?” She calls, soft footsteps on the stairs. “Please, don't make scrambled eggs.”

Chuckling, he puts the eggs down, and then back in the fridge. “What's yer the problem with eggs? Ya like eggs.” When he turns around, he finds her sitting on the table, seemingly tired.

“I don't know. Every time I eat eggs I throw up.” She complains, and when she's done saying it, (Y/N) clears her throat, shaking her head. “I mean–”

“You've been throwin’ up?” Daryl inquires, crossing his arms. That he didn't know, and he's quite mad she didn't tell him. How is he supposed to look after her when she keeps things from him.

“Just once... Twice.” She quickly adds. “Look, I'm probably getting allergic to it.”

“Ya weren't allergic before. How can ya be allergic now?” Making his way over her, Daryl touches her cheek, caressing her. Her bright eyes look into his, and a smile lights up her features.

“I don't know.” She says, getting up and hugging his midsection. “I'm just anxious, that's all. Time is running short and we still have no idea what to do.”

“We'll figure it out. But ya have ta’ tell me when ya feel sick. So I can take care of ya.”

“D, I'm perfectly fine, I promise. It's just some headaches and my stomach feels funny whenever I think too much about Hilltop. But I'm fine, I promise.” Batting her eyelashes, (Y/N) kisses him, just the way that makes him forget everything. “I promise I'll tell you when I feel sick next time, alright?” She mutters when she pulls away.

Nodding, he looks down at there. “Alright.”

“Alright.” She repeats, smiling. “Now sit down and let me make you something for breakfast.” Pecking his lips, (Y/N) moves to the countertop.

There's something in Daryl's head, but he doesn't want to think much about it. It brings up feelings he doesn't know, way too many, and Daryl can't understand what they mean. So he doesn't think about it, and he won't until he finds out if that possibility can even be considered. But he'll ask the doctor about it because he needs to be sure.

Aaron's small talk it's what distracts you a little. He even gets a few giggles out of you, but you know why he's doing it. And you're thankful.

“What about you? What was the stupidest thing you've done in school?”

School. You barely think about it now. It feels like a different lifetime. “I had a huge fight with a teacher because she called one of my classmates dumb. He wasn't dumb, he was just a bit slower than the rest but he was smart.” The memory makes you smile. “I ended up at the principal's office, of course, and got suspended for three days. Father was quite surprised and laughed it out but mother was angry.”

“You barely speak about your mother.”

“I know. Negan's heart breaks every time so I learned not to talk about her, only miss her.”

“Well, if you ever need to actually talk about her, I'm all ears.” He touches your arm, with that usual smile on his face. “I like hearing stories as much as I love telling them.”

“(Y/N). Aaron.” Someone calls and you both turn around, finding the doctor by the infirmary's door. “How are you doing?”

“Great.” Aaron answers and you repeat.

“Good. But can I talk to you for a second, (Y/N)?”

“Sure.” Exchanging a stare with Aaron, you gesture for him to go inside with you. The doctor paces around before closing the door behind you. “Do you need anything? We can look for it or I can ask Negan if it's urgent.”

“No, no. I just need to ask something.” Doctor Díaz crosses his arms, eyebrows furrowed. “It's just that Daryl has been coming here. Two-three times a day for two days now. But he never asks anything, he just gets nervous and leaves. Is everything alright with him?”

“Yeah.” Shrugging your shoulders, you try to think about anything unusual about Daryl. If he was sick or wounded to the point of needing a doctor, you'd know. “I have no idea what it could be but–”

“I think he's coming here again,” Aaron says suddenly, and you follow his gaze, seeing Daryl through the window, walking fast this way.

“Alright.” Grabbing Díaz's arms, you look at him. “I'll hide in the back. Try to make him say it, whatever it is.”

“I'll try.”

“Ok. Come.” Grabbing Aaron's arm, you pull him with you, hiding behind some shelves near the back door.

It doesn't take much until you hear the door opening. “Hey, doc,” Daryl says, and Díaz mutters a response. “How's everythin’?”

“Daryl, you've been coming here for two days, making the same question and then leaving. If there's something wrong with you or (Y/N), just tell me so I can help.” Well, doc can't be subtle, that's clear.

“Ain't nothin’ wrong. We're fine. We're both fine.” He says, but you know there's something else. Something he's not saying. “Jus’... I jus’ need ta’ know what are the... The symptoms of early pregnancy.”

There's a buzz in your ears, as you look at the white wall across from you.

“The first thing women usually notice is the missed period. Then nausea, mostly in the morning, with or without vomiting.” You feel Aaron's eyes on you, but you ignore it, crossing your arms. “Tender breasts. Some women start complaining about how their bra is compressing them. Fatigue, aversion to the food she once liked... The list goes on but those are the most common.”

“What if someone is feeling all those things?” Daryl asks, his voice filled with... Worry? Surprise? Fear? You can't quite place.

“Well, there will be a new baby running around Alexandria in about nine months. Maybe even less.”

“Alright... Jus’ needed ta’ know.” You listen as he walks, heavy footsteps on the floor. “Don't tell anyone anythin’.”

“I won't, Daryl.” He assures, and when the door closes, you release a breath you didn't even know you were holding.

“Whoa.”

“Shut up.” You burst out at Aaron, moving out of your hiding spot. “It could be anyone. Michonne, Carol, Rosita. Anyone.”

“I doubt he'd know about Michonne's late period or Carol's morning sickness or Rosita's tender breasts.” The doc says, and when you turn to look at him, he's handing you a pregnancy test. “I know it may be scary, but ignoring it won't help.”

“I'm not pregnant, ok?”

“Then do it. Won't do any harm.” Díaz says and takes the box from his hands, shoving it in your pocket and rushing out through the back door, taking a different path from Daryl.

“Wait up!” Aaron calls, but you don't listen, keeping the fast pace.

“I'm not pregnant!” You repeat, running a hand through your hair. “It's just not possible.”

“Are you two being careful?” He asks, making you blush. “There are ways you know? And we even have some con–”

“No, we weren't being careful because...” Stopping, you look at Aaron, trying to control the tears that want to roll down. “When I was a kid, I had an accident on the playground. This metal thing impaled me, right above my womb and the doctor said it would be difficult for me to have kids. Not impossible, not risky, just very difficult.”

“Difficult is completely different from impossible.” Crossing his arms, he jerks his head left. “Why don't you come to my place? Make the test and then you can work with what you get.”

After a while of silence, you nod, leading the way yourself.

•••

You never had trouble peeing. But peeing on that stick was a challenge. But once it was done, you stood before the mirror, waiting for the results. And now, looking at a plus sign, the tears come out, almost involuntary.

The next thing you do is throw the test out, leave the bathroom, and slam the door close.

“I don't think I need to ask,” Aaron says, and before you can say anything, he embraces you. “Congratulations, (Y/N).”

You don't even know what to say. There are questions in your head, thoughts rushing through it. You never considered this. You never thought this would happen.

And you don't even know how Daryl will feel about it.

“This can't be happening.” Pushing him away, you pace around. “This morning I wasn't pregnant and now I am?”

“...That's not how it works...”

“I know how it works, I just...” Taking a deep breath, you sit down on the edge of his bed. “How am I going to do this? We still need to find a way to keep Negan from taking more than Hilltop can give. We still have to find a way to stop him. And that means... That probably means killing him and... How am I going to raise a child in this world? I don't even know if Daryl wants a baby. And the man already knows!” Lying back down, you cover your eyes with both hands. “Why does he has to be so attentive?”

“Let's take it piece by piece.” Aaron lies down next to you, and you both start staring at the ceiling. “I think Rick is making this way harder than it has to be, that's one thing. And you're not going to raise the kid alone. You'll have Daryl, who loves you. And haven't you seen how he takes care of Judith? Don't you think he might want a Little Ass Kicker of himself?”

“I don't know...” Running a hand through your hair, you sigh. “What am I supposed to say to him? We weren't trying. And he knows about the accident, so I'm sure he wasn't expecting that.”

“(Y/N), you go home to your husband and tell him you're carrying the very image of your love.”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you look at Aaron. “Damn it, that was poetic.”

He giggles, playfully punching your arm. “It's true though.”

“Yeah...” Sitting up, you kick his leg. “Thanks, A. For everything. You've been an amazing friend.”

“I hope that grants me the title of Uncle.”

Rolling your eyes, you giggle. “Of course, A. I'll go face my archer now.”

“Great.” Standing up from the bed, Aaron walks you to the door.

As you walk home, a lot of things go through your head. A lot of ways to say this. But nothing is good enough, and when you walk inside, you have no idea what to say.

When you hear a noise coming from your bedroom, you make your way upstairs. Daryl is seated on the bed when you get there, back resting against the headboard. Taking a deep breath, you lean against the door frame, and it takes no time until those blue eyes find you.

“Ya have headaches.” He starts, and you know exactly where he's going. “Mornin’ sickness, yer period is very late and yer been complainin’ about–”

“About how my breasts are tender.” You finish off for him, looking down. “I was in the infirmary, Daryl. Hiding behind the shelves with Aaron and I heard everything. Doc gave me a test and I ran to Aaron's place to do it before coming to speak with you.”

“...And?” He asks, hair hiding one of his eyes. It reminds you of the day you met him, naked and imprisoned. You never thought you'd fall in love with him, even though something lit up inside you at the sight of those eyes.

And you certainly never thought you'd carry his baby. “It's positive.” You whisper, clearing your throat before repeating it louder. “It's positive.”

Then, silence. Dead, cold silence until Daryl moves. Fast and abruptly, coming to the door. Your heartbreaks, but you find it in your to just move out of the way. But when you do, he changes direction too, and instead of leaving, as you were expecting, he embraces you tightly against his chest. You finally breathe, allowing the tears to roll down.

“I'm sorry. I never thought–”

“I promised I'd take care of ya. And I will.” Daryl says, pulling away just enough to look down at you. “And I'll extend that promise to... Our baby.” His voice breaks a little, and you caress his cheek.

You know what he's thinking. “Wanna know why I'm sure you're not going to be like your asshole father?”

“Why?”

“Because you're nothing like your asshole father, Daryl Dixon.” Smiling, you push his hair away, just to have a better look at his eyes. “I know it'll be hard. It's new for both of us but I'm one hundred per cent sure you'll be an amazing dad. Because you're an amazing man and an awesome husband.” Taking his hand, you place it on your stomach. “This baby is the very image of our love. A piece of both of us. It'll be a crazy child, we gotta be ready for it.” Giggling, you sigh. “But it'll be strong like you. And caring, and loyal, and–”

“And gentle, like you. Fierce and brave. Another ray of sunshine.” He bends over, placing a soft kiss on your lips. “We'll make it work. You and I.”

“You and I.” You repeat, smiling. “...And all the uncles and aunts this kid will have.”

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leftoverenvy · 2 years

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Tastes Like Sugar (ch. 15)

Summary: India Mae, or Indi, is a music major, struggling to pay bills, tuition, work, and make good grades. Emily Prentiss is a BAU profiler, as well as a DC socialite thanks to her huge family fortune. The two enter into a mutually beneficial arrangement: Emily will pay for Indi's school if Indi accompanies Emily to her social functions for a few months, posing as her girlfriend. As weeks go by, the lines between their arrangement and their true feelings start to blur. But money can't buy love, right?

Pairing: India Mae Banks x Emily Prentiss; OC x Emily Prentiss

Warnings: eventual smut; sugar baby relationships; age gap (16 years - but all over 18)

Word Count: 4k

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Chapter 15 - A Black Tie Affair

I woke up to blinding light burning my eyes even through my eyelids. I pinched them shut tighter hoping to block out the offending brightness. I groaned and turned away from the window, rolling into something hard. I slowly opened my dry eyes and saw a mess of black hair. Who the fuck was in my bed? What the hell happened last night?

Flashes of throwing myself at Emily invaded my conscious mind. I mentally groaned at the memory of taunting Emily by undressing in front of her. I had made such a fool of myself. Of course I wanted Emily like that, but she made it clear twice last night that she wasn't ready for more. Though embarrassed, I couldn't help but awaken fully. I was eager to observe her freely without her knowledge. The pounding in my head – a sure sign I had had more than my fair share of Penny Punch last night –was soon forgotten.

Her pale, perfect skin was luminous in the morning's light. Without my permission, my hand slipped out from under the warm covers and smoothed her hair out of her eyes. I needed an unobstructed view of her peaceful, sleeping face. I couldn't help but continue to cradle her face. She was so beautiful, I ached looking at her. She was the perfect woman. A wave of melancholy flooded me – causing my eyes to water – remembering our allotted time together was nearly half over.

I slid closer to her at the reminder. I would soak up as much of her as I could while I still had the chance. Even in her sleep, her arms opened for me, and she laid on her back, pulling me to her chest. Lost in my thoughts, I started trailing my fingers over her chest, scratching lightly. Emily sighed contentedly in her sleep. I smiled softly; when we laid like this, I could pretend I could be hers. She moaned quietly and stirred. My hand immediately stilled, scared to be caught.

"Don't stop," she whispered, her head turning towards me. Her eyes fluttered open, and she smiled. "Good morning, baby." Her voice was subdued, soothing. My hungover head appreciated it. My fingers resumed lightly tracing patterns over her heart.

"Morning, Em," I mumbled, voice cracking and dry. I cleared my throat and groaned. "I'm so sorry for last night," I muttered, turning my head into her chest to hide.

I felt her chest rumble beneath me as she chuckled. She engulfed me in a tight embrace and rolled halfway until we were both on our sides. "You, my dear, sure gave me a run for my money."

"What do you mean?" I still didn't dare look her in the eye. I was mortified.

"You made it incredibly difficult to be respectful. Little tease," she said tickling my sides.

"Em!" I groaned, my head throbbing. She pulled my chin up so I was forced to look at her. "I'm sorry," I apologized genuinely.

"Don't be, sweetheart. You were so cute. Really." She pressed her lips to my forehead, and I swore my headache lessened for the length of time her lips touched my skin. "But," she said pulling back, "I would appreciate you calling me to come get you when you're that drunk."

"I'm sorry," I said again in a small voice. I buried my face in her neck again, holding tears back. She didn't seem overly angry, but there was something beneath her voice.

"I worried about you last night. We live so far from the city, anything could have happened to you." Her arms tightened around me. "I just got you," she admitted softly. "Just please call me next time."

I pressed my lips into her neck. "I'm sorry, Em. I promise to call you. But there isn't going to be a next time," I joked. "I'm never drinking again," I grumbled against her neck.

She chuckled softly and rubbed my back up and down softly. It seemed we could put last night behind us. I was enjoying her soft touch and being surrounded by her scent. I could get used to waking up like this every day. I wondered if we changed the nature of our relationship, would she expect me to move into her room? And if so, how soon could I do it? Because waking up next to Emily was indescribable.

She squeezed me and said, "Come on, you. We slept very late, and we need to get up and moving. Remember, tonight is the FBI fundraising gala."

I groaned loudly; I had forgotten. The thought of doing anything but lying in bed today sounded horrible. But this was the nature of our agreement. I had to go. "No," I protested, trying to get even closer to her. I kissed her neck again, this time licking it softly, as well.

"Indi," she sighed. My name had never sounded better. I sucked slightly. I had no idea what came over me but waking up next to Emily emboldened me. Or maybe I was just tired of holding myself back. I wanted her. Her head fell back, and I licked up the front of her throat and nibbled under her chin. "India!" she gasped. "We don't have time for this."

I pulled back and smirked. "Time for what, Em?"

"Don't be a brat," she said sternly, eyes dark. Something about the authority in her voice ignited something deep in my stomach. Again, I had the urge to see just how much trouble I could get into with her. "Come," she said interrupting my train of thought. She kissed me on the forehead and rolled away from me. "We've wasted enough time in bed." Oh, I beg to differ.

I flopped on my back and exhaled loudly. How was I supposed to seduce Emily if she kept running away from this? I started racking my brain for a feasible plan. I didn't want to be too obvious, but clearly I was being too subtle right now. Step one would have to be to shower; I was filthy from the bar last night. I couldn't believe Emily could stand to snuggle me so close. I absolutely reeked. I didn't know what the next steps would be, but I did know I had to look my best tonight. I suddenly thanked Penelope for making me buy lingerie. She had been right that I would need it; she was always right about stuff like this.

"Indi!" Emily chastised from the doorway. Her increased volume made me flinch from the pain in my head. "Get up."

I rolled over and slinked out of bed. "Yes ma'am," I muttered jokingly. I thought I heard her gasp. Now that I knew what it sounded like when her breath hitched from arousal, I wondered if I had it wrong before. Emily wasn't upset by me pointing out our age difference. Ma'am didn't make her feel old; it turned her on. I filed the information away to contemplate later.

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The ballroom was decorated gorgeously. When we walked in, my jaw dropped. I figured since this was a fundraiser for a government institution, they wouldn't have spent quite so much money. But I had been woefully mistaken. Everything was maxed out. There was a small orchestra, waiters flying around with hors d'oeuvres and champagne, and the guests were dressed to the nines.

All night, I could feel Emily's eyes tracking me. They wouldn't leave. Self-conscious, I patted my hair down, thinking it was sticking up. "You look so beautiful, India," she said breathlessly.

"Em," I said embarrassed. "You already told me."

"So what? I was too busy rushing out the door to properly appreciate you," she said. "And it's a good thing too" – she tugged me closer by the waist and pressed her lips close to my ear – "because I'm not sure I would have been able to let you leave without messing up your makeup. And that truly would be a shame," she said tracing the outline of my lower lip, "because you truly look breathtaking."

Before I could respond, I heard David boom, "Bellissima! Lovely to see you both." He pulled me into a hug, shocking me; I had only met him once. He grabbed a glass of champagne off the tray of a passing waiter and put it in my hand. "Every beautiful woman needs a glass of champagne."

I grimaced at the unpleasant smell of alcohol, its stench reminding me of last night. Emily stifled a chuckle and took the glass from my hand. "Still not up to drink, angel?" I shook my head and hoped she understood from my eyes how thankful I was she took the champagne flute from me.

"Come!" Rossi said abruptly. "I require a dance." He started tugging me towards the dance floor. I flashed a panicked glance towards Emily. I didn't want to dance with him. What would we even talk about?

"Rossi!" Emily protested, pulling me back safely under her arm. "We just got here! Can't I at least have my girlfriend's first dance?"

He sighed dramatically. "Fine, but don't think you're off the hook that easily. We're all dying to know more about Miss India." That part was probably true. Between my schedule and their insane case load, we still had yet to have dinner at his house. Not that I was torn up about it. It sounded horrendously awkward for me. I hated being the center of attention. "And Morgan's going around bragging that he hung out with India at the bars last night."

"I wouldn't say that," I said without thinking. They looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to continue. "He, uh, mostly hung out with my best friend."

"Well," Emily said, "I suppose we should make the rounds." I silently thanked her for taking the attention off of me. Her hand trailed down my arm and grabbed mine, jumpstarting that current of energy that always shocked my skin. She pulled me towards a mass of people. "My least favorite part of this event," she grumbled.

"Why's that?" I asked curiously.

"I always have to flirt with these old, stodgy moneybags to get them to donate to the FBI."

I smirked up at her. "Aren't you an 'old, stodgy moneybags?'" I teased.

"You are on thin ice, my dear." She forced a glare, but her eyes twinkled with mirth. "You're just lucky you're so damn cute."

"You think I'm cute?" I asked in shock.

She turned serious, her hand cupping my face, "I think you're the most beautiful woman I have ever met." My breath caught in my throat. Between this morning and now, I thought I might pass out. I inhaled sharply; I guess I had forgotten to breathe. Thoughts of dragging Emily to the nearest bathroom briefly passed through my mind. If we were anywhere else, I don't think I would have dismissed them so quickly. But this was a fundraiser for her job, and the event called for a touch more decorum than a quickie in the bathroom.

Her eyes were boring into mine, dazzling and mesmerizing. To lighten the mood, I asked, "So how much do you usually flirt?"

Her jaw dropped and eyes widened in mock outrage. "You wound me, Miss Banks! I flirt with you every day, and you're telling me you don't notice?" I chuckled and pushed her shoulder.

"I meant how much flirting do you do at these events with the old moneybags? And could I help you? To raise money, of course. Imagine two women tag-teaming these old dudes. I can just-" I pulled the front of my dress down a little, over-dramatically thrust my chest out, and looked up at Emily slowly through my lashes. "Think they'll fall for it?"

Her eyes dropped to my chest and glazed over. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips slowly. "Hell, I fell for you – it!" she quickly corrected herself.

"Come on," I said excitedly, "Let's try then." I grabbed her hand and started walking, but I quickly realized I didn't know who we needed to talk to. "I'll follow you."

As we made the rounds, it turned out, these old men were suckers for two beautiful women smiling at them. Emily got several men to donate multiple thousands of dollars. When we walked to get a bite to eat, she praised me, "Great job, baby!"

"Me? What did I do?! It was all you, Em," I objected.

"No," she corrected, "I've never gotten that many donations in one night. It was definitely you, Indi. You're amazing." I stared up into her eyes, willing her to kiss me. I wasn't sure if she was comfortable kissing me in public, but I was aching for her. She leaned down slowly, her lips parting in anticipation. I closed my eyes and waited for her kiss.

"Em!" a woman shouted. My eyes flashed open. She sighed in disappointment, and her grip on my waist tightened. She pulled me forward and tried to turn to walk away. "Em!!" I looked over my shoulder to see her co-worker trying to flag us down. Inexplicably, it bothered me that someone else was calling her Em. It shouldn't have bothered me as much as it did.

"Emily," I whispered. "We should say hello," I insisted.

"Em!" the blonde woman said again, stopping in front of us. "Why are you ignoring me?"

"Not now, JJ." I stiffened at the name. So this was the infamous co-worker ex. I suddenly was extremely nervous to be standing in front of her. She was beautiful, and the complete opposite of me. She was tall, trim, rail-thin, sharp jawed, and blonde. Even when Emily wasn't wearing heels, I came up just past her shoulder, and I was a hell of a lot curvier than JJ was. Not to mention my wild, curly, dark hair. What was Emily doing with me?

"I see you're babysitting tonight," she said, a bite in her voice. I blanched. Was that a comment about my age? Of course her coworkers wouldn't approve.

"JJ what the fuck?" Emily was immediately pissed. I had never heard her sound like that, even when she was angry with her mother at her gallery opening. There was danger in her voice, a clear warning.

"I didn't know we were allowed to bring children to this event," she continued. I felt like shit. Emily and I had had very minimal contact with the outside world as a couple, but these were my worst fears being stated out loud by Emily's ex. And if she was saying this in front of Emily, I could only imagine what she said to her colleagues behind closed doors. I froze. I couldn't speak; I thought I would throw up.

"JJ. Cut it out. I mean it."

"Come on, Em. What are you doing? Dating a high schooler, I mean seriously-"

"Enough," Emily said, nearly shouting, finality ringing in her tone. She turned a few heads. "I don't know what your problem is, but India makes me happy. Get used to it, or you won't be in my life anymore. I don't care that we work together. I will be cordial to you, but we won't be friends. India is the most important thing in my life, now. Not some job, and certainly not you."

"You barely know her," JJ pointed out coldly.

"It doesn't matter. When you know, you know. Excuse us." Emily wrapped an arm around my waist and tugged. I stumbled – my body completely frozen, feet not cooperating – as she pulled me away.

Emily pulled me towards the bar, ordered a glass of wine, and stood there, muscles tense. I tentatively slid my hand up her arm to her shoulder. "Em?" She shook her head.

After an excruciatingly long pause, she said, "I'm so sorry, Indi. You did not need to hear any of that. In fact, it was incredibly unfair. Please know, our age gap doesn't bother me one bit, and I hope it doesn't bother you, either. She only said that because she's jealous of you."

"Jealous?" I asked incredulously. "Of what??"

"Several things. Chiefly, my attention is no longer on her. She's like a child, wanting the toy she can't have. Now that you are my whole universe," she said, squeezing my shoulders, "she's jealous that she's no longer in my life. Secondly, you are breathtakingly, heart-achingly gorgeous, India Mae. I'm so lucky to have you in my life." I was gorgeous to her? When JJ was right there? She cupped my face and kissed me softly. Before I could get too lost in her kiss, she pulled back. I pouted at her, wishing she would kiss me again.

"This one's a handful, isn't she, Prentiss?" Derek asked interrupting any moment we might have created again. I silently cursed him. Would we ever have a moment alone tonight?

"What do you mean?" She seemed genuinely confused.

"Caught this one at the club, thinkin' she was cheating on you." My stomach plummeted. What was he doing? Emily was already in a terrible mood from JJ. "You should have seen how her and Penelope were dancing. Very hot," he admitted. I felt Emily stiffen next to me.

"Come on, Morgan. Don't be such a guy." She was trying her hardest to joke around, but I could tell she was bothered. Her posture was stiff, and her voice had an edge to it.

After a few more comments, she excused us to dance. Rather, she pushed us into a relatively unoccupied corner. Her grip was tight – though somehow still gentle – on my arm. I knew she was already on edge because of what JJ had just said, but I didn't know why she was angry. I thought we had smoothed things over at the bar.

"Em? What's wrong?"

"Nothing," she said shortly.

"Come on," I tried again. "I know something's wrong. What did I do?"

"Do you care to explain why my coworker thinks you were cheating?"

"I didn't Em!" I would never hook up with anyone else, I was GONE over her. But also, we hadn't put limitations on this beyond our original agreement. She quirked a brow at me. Normally an expression I loved so much on her, I was shocked to be nervous by it right now. I rambled, "Penelope and I were just drunk and dancing together. We dance kinda sensually at the club – it doesn't mean anything, though. I only have eyes for you, Em. Derek read more into it because men have an unhealthy obsession with two women being together."

I relaxed as soon as I heard her chuckle. I'd been terrified I had imploded our whole relationship before it could even really begin. She pulled me into her arms and rested her head on top of mine. "Oh, Indi," she sighed. "What am I going to do with you?" Her question hung around us for a few beats, and then she whispered, "I'm sorry."

She pulled back and looked into my eyes, vulnerability shining through hers. "Dance with me?" It came out as a slight question. It wasn't a command like I would have expected. My heart swelled at how respectful she was. Didn't she know by now that I'd do anything she asked?

She dragged me to the middle of the room where people were dancing. And when she wrapped me in her arms, I thought I might die and go to heaven. I could smell her heady perfume surrounding me, sweet and warm. Her touch was achingly soft, her eyes just as gentle. Her arm slid down my back, pulling me closer. Her fingers brushed against the small of my back, reminding me of our first nights together.

I wound my arms tighter around her neck, tangling my fingers in the hair at the nape of her neck. She was impossibly soft there. I couldn't stop touching her. It made me wonder how soft she was everywhere. If I trailed my fingers down her neck, would her skin still feel like silk? If my fingers fell further past her collarbones, would the swell of her curves feel like satin beneath my fingertips? I was burning to know how soft she would be if my tongue traced the lines of her thighs.

As she swayed with me on the dance floor, her gaze cast a spell over me. I was hers – gone to the rest of the world. She drew me in as if we were magnets. Her pull on me was inescapable – especially when she looked at me like that. I yearned to feel her lips on mine again. My lips would never get enough of her. My stomach leaped into my chest as soon as she started leaning down. I tightened my hand around the nape of her neck, pulling her down faster.

Her lips descended on mine, and I forgot we were in a public place. I stepped even closer to her. I wanted to be inside her skin; I would never be close enough. I found myself deepening the kiss, losing myself in her. Her tongue traced my bottom lip, demanding entrance into my mouth, and I gave it readily. When I felt her tongue caress mine, I couldn't help but moan, my lips vibrating against hers. She pulled back abruptly.

"God, Indi. You make me lose all reason. I can't kiss you like that in public." I was pleased to note she was breathless just like I was.

"Who says?" I pushed. I would do anything to get her lips back on mine.

"The fine patrons around us when I can no longer control myself. You don't realize how dangerous you are," she admitted. Her thumb caressed the line of my lips. My heart stuttered in my chest, and then thudded double time. What was she suggesting here?

"Take me home, Em," I begged softly. I couldn't spend one more second not knowing what it was like to be with Emily in that way. She stared deeply into my eyes, looking for something. "Please." She nodded once and escorted me away from everyone. We rushed back to the valet line. We'd only been here two hours, but I couldn't feel bad. Emily was taking me home.

I never resented Emily living so far away more than I did tonight. But clearly I wasn't the only one eager to get home. Emily brusquely waived off the valet, opened my door, and practically shoved me inside the car herself. She half-jogged around to the driver's seat and was speeding off immediately. The drive was silent. Neither of us dared break the tension mounting between us with pointless conversation. Once she was in a higher gear, her hand snaked over the console and rested on my thigh. I gasped softly. Even through the material of my dress, her fingertips sparked a fire on my skin.

I lightly trailed my own fingertips up and down her arm, tracing patterns into her skin. It wasn't the skin I wanted to be touching, but it was what was available right now. And any part of her was better than nothing. "Indi…" she said, a hint of warning in her voice. I lightly traced the crease of her elbow. "Jesus," she said wrenching her arm away. "I'm sorry baby, I just–"

"I get it, Em." And I really did. I was dying without her touch. I had never needed anything more. I would have gladly sacrificed my own oxygen supply if it meant I could have had her hands back on me.

The drive home was agonizing. It was the longest half hour of my life. With each mile closer to home, my breathing picked up. When she finally turned on our street, I was breathing heavily. And when she turned onto her long driveway, I was nearly panting in anticipation. I was sure she could hear it over the hum of the Jaguar's engine. She didn't bother parking in the garage, choosing instead to park in the circle drive right in front of the door.

Much like our first date, she turned the key in the ignition, shutting the car off. And in the still, quiet of the night asked, "Shall we?"

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I know that a lot of the trans-community and lot of longtime Harry Potter fans are divided and disowned the series over Rowling's comments. I still love the books and movies despite what happened as it was still part of my childhood and just pretending to hate it is just like saying I never liked it. Until things mellow over, people are gonna be angry and I don't blame them. So while things settle in, I have some suggestions over book series in case any of you happen to be looking for a new series.

The Hex Hall Series by Rachel Hawkins

Need a new wizard role model, look no further.

An underrated gem of a wizarding series kept in the shadow of Harry Potter. If any of you have been asking for a female version of Harry Potter, this is honestly the closest you'll ever get. Meet Sophie Mercer, a 16-year-old witch who sent off to an all magic boarding school.

Here are a few bonuses that might help convince you.

There's a lesbian vampire called Jenna as Sophie's roommate/best friend. However, unlike most LGBT characters in media, this isn't bashed over your head like a game of Whack-a-mole. It's brought up twice in the first book which is twice as many times Dumbledore's sexuality as been brought up any of the six HP books.

There is a female version of Malfoy too. Her name is Elodie Parris. She is the leader of a coven of dark witches and is desperate to try and get Sophie to join in as she's the only other dark witch. They have a rivalry going as there's a love triangle in the first book between them and Elodie's boyfriend Archer Cross. She may not have the power to call upon her father like Malfoy (My father will hear about this!) But she does serve as a worthy rival to main character Sophie.

The love triangle is not the main focus of the series. Oh look, yet another love triangle, I've seen this before. Peeta and Gale, Edward and Jacob, Brenda and Teresa, the list goes on and on. But unlike these series, it's not the main focus as it's mostly contained in the first book of the series even then, it's not the main focus of the book. Sophie may love Archer but her crush isn't her priority until later towards the end.

It's lore and diverse characters. There's more than just witches attending Hex Hall, as there are werewolves, shapeshifters, faeries, and as I mentioned before vampires attending the school with Sophie. They do bring up biblical lore and history such as the battle of heaven and how angels who choose neither heaven nor hell were banished to earth with them becoming either witches, faeries, or shapeshifters. Despite there being a group of supernatural hunters called 'Eye of God' they don't paint the witch characters as devil worshippers like in most media.

Female Representation. This has a wide range of badass female characters, from the villain to the headmistress, to the defense teacher to the werewolf who ends up befriending Sophie, there's no shortage of memorable female characters. Even it's spinoff School Spirit is given the main female protagonist.

Its made by Hyperion Books, the same publishing company as Percy Jackson.

And lastly, it has yet to be adapted. Most would say this is a negative towards the series. I would disagree. This is an amazing series and to see it get adapted would be fantastic and hopefully, they'll be some fan traction to give it the proper adaptation it deserves. Until they, we still have time to enjoy the books and fan cast the characters. If Harry Potter could be given an adaptation, why couldn't Sophie Mercer?

Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard Series by Rick Riordan

Not what you're looking for, or want to support Trans/(non)binary characters in media? You should totally check out my dear Uncle Rick's series Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard for it's an amazing representation of Alex Fierro.

Alex Fierro is both Transgender and Gender Fluid. Canonically in the Riordanverse, Alex is the third LGBT character after Nico Di Angelo and Will Solace. Alex goes mostly by female pronouns (so I'm mostly gonna address Alex using female pronouns since that's how Alex is normally addressed as) but she has her male days so there are times she will be addressed as he. Alex will change her voice depending on her current gender. Honestly, I love Alex not only as a trans character of color but as a character in general. She is badass in her own right and seeing Rick normalizing Magnus and Alex's relationship is so satisfying as it's not often we get a trans relationship like this, particularly with the second kiss since Alex is going by male pronouns at that time, making it the first same-sex kiss in any of Riordan's books (sorry Solangelo shippers). Riordan was risking a lot when writing Alex but whatever he was trying to do, he clearly succeeded with Alex. Now if there's any Trans character that needs your attention, it's Alex Fierro.

#harry potter #hex hall #sophie mercer #magnus chase #percy jackon and the olympians #alex fierro #lgbtq #trans rights #magnus chase and the gods of asgard #magnus chase and the hammer of thor #magnus chase and alex fierro #magnus chase and the sword of summer #magnus chase and the ship of the dead #nico di angelo

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bobasheebaby · 4 years

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70 Scrubs Prompts

Yup, another prompt list. Most of these are actually light and funny, though some are a little heavier. I tried to pick ones that would work outside of a hospital setting. Again it’s super long so cutting at 15.

1 “And who’s to say this isn’t what happens? Who can tell me that my fantasies won’t come true? Just this once ... “ — John JD Dorian

2 “Look NAME, I don’t know if it’s possible for me to put how I feel about you into words, but I guess I’ll give it a shot. I never really believed I’d find somebody that I love as much as you. I love you more than anything in the whole world. NAME, I love you more than FRIEND.” “Oh my god” “It's kind of hard for me to say, but it's true.” — John JD Dorian and Elliot Reid

3 “I grew up on the street ... No, not the hood. The Sesame Street.” — John JD Dorian

4 “As I looked at all the relationships around me ... Some that had gone on forever ... some that were reigniting ... and some that had just begun ... I realized something: It should have been me.” — John JD Dorian

5 “NAME, you can’t test love. When I met NAME, it seemed he/she was more in love with his/her best friend than with me.” “Honey, they’ve got that almond biscotti FRIEND loves, so I was wondering if I could borrow some money so I can get him/her some.” “No, you got him/her a present yesterday.” — Carla and Turk

6 “You’ve been wrong so many times that I'm not even going to say something is wrong anymore. I'm going to say that it's 'NAME'.

— Perry Cox

7 “I just took a pregnancy test, just tell me when a minute's up.” “I just put some pizza rolls on the microwave oven; the minute that bad boy rings we're good to go.” “Oh, my god, I can't stand it, 30 more seconds.” “OK baby, don't get too excited, they have to cool off for at least a minute.” — Carla and Turk

8 “So, uh, you going to lunch with your brother/sister?” “Yeah, I... well, you know, I would've invited you, but I already made the reservation for two.” “So call and change it to three.” “Ohh, I'm not gonna mess with that hostess. You know, she uses sharp tones.” — Elliot Reid and John JD Dorian

9 “Nothing in this world, that's worth having comes easy.” — Bob Kelso

10 “Yeah, I'm not that great with kids. They've got such tiny hands. It's creepy.” — Elliot Reid

11 “I love this moment so much, I want to have sex with it.” — Perry Cox

12 “Oh, my God! I'm gagging and vomiting at the same time. I'm... I'm gavomiting!” — Perry Cox

13 “So he/she has a cute butt. Everyone has a cute butt. I have a cute butt.” “You should bring it in someday.” — John JD Dorian & Carla Espinosa

14 “The problem with people who only want what they can’t have is that once they have what they want, they don’t want it anymore.” — John JD Dorian

15 “I guess when you care about someone, you’ll do whatever you can to make ’em happy.” —John JD Dorian

16 “The truth is, it is all your memories, the joyful ones and the heartbreaking ones that make up who you are as a person” — John JD Dorian

17 “‘Cause even if it breaks your heart to be ‘just friends’, if you really care about someone, you’ll take the hit.“ — John JD Dorian

18 “The easiest way to lose something is to want it too badly.” — John JD Dorian

19 “Sometimes in life when you get what you want, you end up missing what you left behind.” — John JD Dorian

20 “Sex is only good for two things. Making babies and revenge.” — Jordan Sullivan

21 “What's going on?” “I love you too dumpling, but I have to work late. I'll make it up to you this weekend.” “NAME’s on the phone with his/her mom/dad/parent, so we're taking five.” — Jordan Sullivan, Ted Buckland and Perry Cox

22 “By the way, NAME’s here but I'm not going to kiss and tell.” “Oh really? Cause I just got your text that said "bone city".” “Oh really? That came through?” — JD and Elliot

23 “You're gonna love it here, sport.” “Get out while you still can.” “Uh...” “Seriously, get out while you still can.” — Bob Kelso, Ted Buckland, and Keith Dudemeister

24 “Ted, what are you doing?” “I like to do stomach crunches after lunch.” “Ted, lunch was four hours ago.” “Yep, I wasted most of my Tuesday.” “It's Wednesday.” “Aw, man! I missed SHOW!” — John JD Dorian and Ted Buckland

25 “Well, it took a whole tube of gel, but I finally got my hair down.” “No one male or female ever cared, NAME.” — Ted Buckland and Perry Cox

26 “Thirsty, huh?” “Helps the tears taste less bitter.” “Cheers.” — John JD Dorian and Ted Buckland

27 “I have to get ready man. I want my date with NAME to be perfect. What do you think about a romantic horseback ride on the beach?” “Ooh, like you and I did for your birthday.” “Yeah but except this time with two horses.” — John JD Dorian and Turk

28 “I am wearing red. Should I not be wearing red around her?” “She's pregnant, she's not a bull.” — Elliot Reid and Turk

29 “This is why the headache didn't go away, it is actually pronounced 'analgesic', not 'ANALgesic'. The pills go into your mouth.” — Turk

30 [She/he sees NAME holding a beer] “What are you doing? [He/she threatens to open it] “You better not open that.” [He/she opens it] “Okay, you better not drink it.” [He/she takes a sip] “All right, You better not enjoy it.” [He/she expresses enjoyment, person A bitch slaps his/her beer] “Did you just bitch slap my beer?” “Are you calling me a bitch?” “Yes. Yes, I am!” — Carla and Turk

31 “Is there another guy on this planet who is that sensitive?” “Okay, let it out. I've got you. NAME has got you. Hold me tighter, a little too tight...There is a good spot.” — Turk and JD

32 person a “This plan is fool proof.” Person c “That is impossible. You two are involved.” Person c “We will see about that!” [Person a and c crash into each other as they try to walk away] — JD, Perry Cox and Turk

33 person a “I don't think we have anymore wine. NAME, can I have some of yours?” [Person C’s narration: I felt like NAME was starting to blame me for all of this.] [person b Spills his/ her wine in person c’s face) “I spilled mine too, honey. You know what you should do? Ask for some NAME’s.” [Person C Spills his/her wine on his/her crotch] “I spilled mine too.” — Carla, Turk and JD

34 “Wait NAME! I have an idea.” “You have another idea? Well I've got to tell you, I'm done with your ideas and not just for now but forever! Okay, are we clear on that?” “It's a good one.” “I'm listening.” — JD and Turk

35 “He/she is not allowed to dream about me. It gets too freaky in there.” “Cirque de Soleil freaky. One time, he/she was skinless.” — Carla and Turk

36 “How often do you make love?” “Twice today.” “Actually it was three times. You were asleep for the last one.” “Wow, that really happened? I thought it was weird that you were in one of my sex dreams.” — Marston, Turk and Carla

37 “How was your first stress-free day?” “Horrible. And you?” “Worse. Let's make a baby. If it doesn't work this time I'll kill myself.” “Not helping with the stress.” — Carla and Turk

38 “Dude, there you are. Two things; First, the aliens are here and they're wearing track suits.” “Oh, that's Nana.” — Turk and JD

39 “Are you nude right now?” “Yeah! How'd you know?” “Your voice is always higher when you're nude.” “That's true.” “It's not weird you know that at all.” —JD, Turk and Perry Cox

40 “You know, I actually like NAME. So, don't do that thing you always do.” “If you're referring to the game "Find the Saltine", relax. I don't even play that with NAME anymore.” [Later] “Behind your ear.” [Withdrawing Saltine from behind his ear] “My friend, you have found the Saltine. Uh, but, don't tell NAME we're still playing.”— Elliot Reid, JD and Turk

41 “Dude, he/she keeps a hug schedule with his/her friends!” “Okay, NAME ... looks like someone's getting crossed off their 2 o' clock spot and getting penciled in for never! How does that feel? Does it sting?” Person B Narration: He's hurting! Hug him/her ... hug him/her now! — Turk and JD

42 “Dude, don't sweat it - It says here that the ostrich is generally a docile creature.” “Thank God!” “It also says their kick can kill a man!” — Turk and JD

43 “Just don't repeat the same mistakes you made with me. For instance, don't speed down the road pretending your brakes are out. I don't care if it got you laid once in high school. It is not funny and I still have not forgiven you for killing that pony.” — Elliot Reid

44 “NAME, I don't photograph well. On my driver's license, I look like Gary Busey.” — Elliot Reid

45 “We have a very complicated past.” “Yeah, I hurt him/her, and I'm not proud.” Person B narration: I'm a little proud. — Elliot and JD

46 “NAME and I keep it superficial.” “Love the superficial. Dynamite teeth today!” “Oh thanks buddy!” “Sparkly.” “Yeah!” — Elliot and JD

47 “Will you tell me what NAME’s fantasy was?” “Nope.” “Did it involve chains?” “No.” “Whips?” “Mm-mm.” “Candle wax?” “No.” “Role-playing?” “No.” “Lasers?” “Mm-mm.” “Hamsters?” “Negative.” “Was he/she a Mexican apple thief?” “If only ...” — JD and Elliot

48 “Why don't you just move into my place?” “Oh, great, then we'll be two losers under one roof.” — Elliot and JD

49 “NAME, what you said before ... I knew you were right. Anyway, I'm sorry I got mad. You were wrong about one thing, though - we are moving forward.” “NAME, I'm thirty years old; I'm single, I'm homeless, and I'm pretty sure I just soiled myself.”

— Elliot and JD

50 Person A “Ohhh, my God, you're right.” Person B “Don't let him/her be your puppet-master.” Person C “Hey!” Person B “Hey.” Person C “What's up?” Person B “I have a headache.” Person C “Take some aspirin.” Person B “Don't tell me what to do! You're not the boss of me!” — Carla, Elliot and Jake

51 “I've never connected with a guy/girl like this before. I mean, even though it's only been two weeks, I already feel like I know NAME better than I know myself.” “What does he/she do for a living?” “I should know that.” — Elliot and Carla

52 “Look, the reason I've been acting so weird and having my friends hang around us all the time is because I really think that we have a shot for something great, and I don't wanna go and ruin it by sleeping with you too fast. I mean, what was I supposed to do?” “Well, you...you could have just told me that.” “Yes, but you're forgetting I'm a crazy person!” — Elliot and Jake

53 “I've seen the Wiggles live in concert ... twice.” “Did they perform 'Big Red Car'?” “They opened and closed the show with it. It was awesome.” — Perry Cox and Turk

54 “What's wrong with me?” “You're an annoying, whining man-child.” “That question wasn't directed to you!” “What question?” — JD and Perry Cox

55 “I’m notifying all my old boyfriends/girlfriends today that I'm officially off the market.” “I'm sure the 'pulse' setting on your shower head will be devastated!” — Elliot Reid and Perry Cox

56 “If there is one thing I have learned, it's that you can't schedule love.” “I think your credit card statement would beg to differ.” — Bob Kelso and Perry Cox

57 “Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to present, Man/Woman Not Caring.” [points to self] — Perry Cox

58 “If you're worried about people seeing your ass, do what all the other girls do and tie a sweater around your waist.” — Perry Cox

59 “Should I talk slower or get a nurse that speaks fluent moron?” — Perry Cox

60 “Do you actually listen to yourself when you speak, or do you find you drift in and out?” — Perry Cox

61 [thinking] Why don't I ever listen to me? — JD

62 “And you know what else? I quit!” “No you don't!” “Well I'm leaving early today!” “No, you're not! You're coming back to my office to do busy work!” “Fine, but I'm getting a soda first!” “Whatever.” — Ted Buckland and Bob Kelso

63 “Your dog is creepy.” “Aww...be nice to Rowdy. The guy we bought him from used to keep him in a box full of old hats.” — Elliot and JD

64 “I thought we cared about each other ...” “Oh please, if you didn't want to sleep with me, you'd have done the same thing.” “Well, I'll tell you one thing, the last thing in the world I wanna do is sleep wit'cha now!” “Do me right here.” “Okay.” “See!” — JD and Elliot

65 “Huh! I put all those fliers up, and nobody wants me to live with them!” “Oh, come on, NAME. I'm sure you'll eventually find a roommate who's a... clean, non-smoking vegetarian that rinses the shower thoroughly after each usage.” “Oh, well, if you don't, it gets mildewy.” “You know, you should move in with my friend: Anal McLooney.” — Elliot and JD

66 “You know, I've been thinking a lot about us lately.” “Me too.” “God, you drive me crazy.” “Oh, you drive me crazy!” “Sometimes I just lay awake at night, thinking about how unbelievably lucky I am to have you in my life.” “Sometimes you're so controlling it makes me want to strangle you..” — Paul and Elliot

67 “Tonight, I am going to make all of your fantasies come true.” “You know, NAME, I would be happy just to have sex above the covers once.” “Yeah ... never gonna happen.” — Elliot and Paul

68 “You know, it's funny... when I said "I love you," it was an accident - and I never really loved you at all.” “That is an absolute riot.” — Elliot and Paul

69 “Okay, here's what you do: First you say that, even though our relationship is ending, you don't have any regrets.” “Oh, my God! Are you actually telling me how to break up with you?” “You're right. Go ahead.” “If you could just start me off, that'd be super.” — Paul and Elliot

70 Person A “You never explained that U2 thing, did you!” Person B “You know, I've been thinking about it, and maybe it's not such a bad thing that that happened! Right? I mean, things have been going really well between us, and maybe it was fate! I could've been looking at my Bel Biv Devoe CD and said, "I love Bel Biv Devoe" - which I do, by the way. And I'm not ashamed of it.” Person A and B “That girl is poison..." Person A “NAME, look, I just think that if you guys are meant to get to this point, it'll happen... naturally.” Person B “You're right! "I love U2!" Dammit! Why do I always have to say every little thing that comes into my head!? Ugh, I really wish you wouldn't stand so close to me after you take your hummus break. See! I didn't need to say that! I'm gonna tell him.” Person C “Love you!” Person B “Love you more!” Person A “Ugh!” Person B “You know what - brush your teeth, then judge me!” — Carla, Elliot and Paul

#scrubs prompts #dialogue prompts #writing prompts #drabble prompts #scrubs quotes #john jd dorian #christopher turk #carla espinosa #perry cox #bob kelso #ted buckland #elliot reid #long post

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rogue-barnes-16 · 5 years

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SECRETS (part II/IV)

Summary: Detectives James Barnes and Y/n Y/l/n never really got along, despite being partners for seven months. You could say they hated each other, however, when James' past shows up threatening to break him all over again, the truth about their feelings comes to the surface.

Pairing: cop!Bucky Barnes x cop!Reader

Genre: angsty

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Permanent taglist: @notexactlythatgirl @thisismysecrethappyplace @sofreakinmanyfandoms @pizzarollpatrol @bubblycypress87 @sinviix @loislp @lovenaturefirst @dyanna-corona @2ptonpt @goodnightmode @disneyprincessbuffyannesummers @mannls @cutie1365 @catch22inareddress @mybooradley @sebastianisasnack

Warnings: abusive ex-partner, mentions of toxic relationship, hungover, scars

A/N: I'm back from my brief hiatus(?) yayy! I'm still feeling super insecure about my writing so if you see something I'm doing wrong or something that I should improve, tell me. Tomorrow I'll post the next part of The Protege, but now enjoy <3.

Rogue-barnes-16 masterlist (you can find part I there)

The moment my eyes fluttered open, my hands gripped the sheets I had gotten tangled with, trying to suppress a loud groan the would have just made my head pound harder.

I stirred and turned my head to the man lying besides me as a proof of the bizarre events that my mind remembered from the night before.

This time I was unable to hold back a now regretful groan, which ended up shaking him awake.

"what the- Fuck" he sat up, pressing the heels of his hands against his shut eyes. "fuck fuck fuck fuck"

I shifted my position in a way that I had a perfect view of his bare back.

And that view made my heart clench, because it made me remember what I wanted to talk about without him in first place.

It also proved me that, sadly, there was no way in hell that I was wrong. The patterns of the scars were signs of domestic violence without a doubt.

"Barnes" I called him, not daring to move. "we still have to talk." my voice sounded demanding, but still tender and quiet.

"what 'bout?" his eased voice almost made me doubt my gut feeling, because after all, those scars could be something else.

But then he put his shirt faster than normal, and before even putting on his underwear.

"Dot." his shoulders tensed for a moment, but he did his best to hide it from me. "what happened between the two of you?" I didn't want to ask it directly, so I decided to take the long way.

"c'mon Y/l/n" he let out a humorless laugh, getting up to put on his underwear and pants. "You're the smartest detective I've ever worked with" I managed to hide my surprise at the compliment and I sat up on the bed. "do you really need to fuckin' ask?"

"yeah" he glared at me, leaning over the bed to grab his jacket. "Barnes for fucks sake" I let out a groan, falling back on the bed after I had seen him get out of my apartment.

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BUCKY'S P. O. V.

I got in the precinct an hour or so before my shift actually started, but, honestly, I couldn't care less.

I made a bee line to my desk, not bothering on greeting my colleagues "Hey man, are you okay?" Wilson asked, probably noticing how bad I looked like due to the hungover.

"always" I curtly replied, grabbing the manila folders Y/n had been working on, and displaying it in front of me.

"Bucky?" I didn't even need to spare a glance at Steve to see his worried gaze. "what are you doing here? You don't-"

"got a problem" I muttered low enough for only us to hear it. "I- Y/n and I-"

"Please don't tell me that-"

"yeah" I replied before he finished his question. "we were drunk and-"

"Oh c'mon man" Steve sighed and I let myself fall on the chair while he kept pacing besides me. "with her out of everyone? You had to fuck your co-worker, who you've been pinning over for the last four months?"

"Listen, jerk that's not the important thing right here" I hissed, leaning over the desk to be closer to him. "she knows."

"she knew the moment that Dot showed up" he replied, sitting over my desk. "why does it matter anymore though? The trials start in a week."

"I didn't want her to know" I confessed, running my hands over my short hair. "not now, not like this."

"well there's no going back, pal" Steve said with a sad note on his voice. "you gotta- oh, there she goes" squeezing my shoulder, he got up and walked to his own desk. "Mornin' Y/l/n. Isn't it a bit early?"

"I have work to do" she replied emotionless, looking for the folders on her desk. When she didn't find them, she silently walked to stand besides me and, leaning over my desk, she started to grab the folders.

"I won't tell anyone" she whispered in a tone much softer than I expected. "it's your place to do it so don't worry" with that, she came back to her desk.

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It was midnight and Y/n and I hadn't spoken since our brief exchange of words in the morning. Now that we were the last ones left in the department, it was impossible for us not to chat with the other.

It was Y/n who started the conversation.

"Hey listen" she called in low voice, walking to my desk to sit besides me. "I'm sorry for pushing you. I just-" she sighed, scratching her arm distractedly. "I-I just wanted to be wrong, and then" pursing her lips, she spared me a nervous look. "I don't know"

I glanced at her for a moment and, after taking a deep breath, I spoke. "I fell for her when I was really young" I stated. "Hell, I fell hard" she peaked at me, leaving the pencil she was using over the papers. "she was so charming. We got married when I was twenty-six"

"That's..." she looked at me with a puzzled expression on her face. "that's nine years"

"not really" I scratched my neck, feeling Y/n's eyes on me. "we took lots of breaks" I tried focusing on the reports in front of me. "things went south during the last three years, though. We fought. A lot." I scoffed "I loved her so I always blamed myself-"

"Bucky" she cut me off in the most tender way possible. "we- you don't- we don't have to talk about it." before I could tell her that I wanted- no, that I needed to, she spoke again. "unless you want to."

I nodded. "one day I came home late. We argued and she... Uh... Slapped me." I shrugged, not daring to look at Y/n. "and I thought, she's worried, don't mind it." Y/n stayed quiet for me to tell her the rest of the story. "slaps turned into things being thrown at me, and then... Well, you already saw it."

"Your back." I nodded at her guess. "Bucky, those are some serious scars." I just shrugged, not knowing what to answer. "what the hell did she use?"

"what does it look like?"

"I didn't look at them enough to-" I started to unbutton my shirt to take it off. "you sure of what you're doing?" I nodded, leaving the shirt aside. "Okay uh" she stood up and hesitantly traced the scars with her fingers "those three ones gotta be from a belt."

"they are"

"well then she's strong as fuck" I let out a nervous chuckle while she inspected the rest of the scars. "this one... Did she stab you"

My nod was almost unnoticeable "That's the last one"

"I wanna believe that this burn here" her fingers ghosted over it. "isn't one of them." she sighed, grabbing my shirt and handing it to me.

I realized too late my hands were shaking too much for me to be able to button up my shirt. When she noticed this, she kneeled in front of me and did it for me.

"the last time we were together, she ended up stabbing me" her jaw clenched.

"I'm guessing she came here" she got up and came back to her chair. "because you brought a lawsuit against her?"

I nodded, clenching my fists a few times in an attempt to calm my nerves. "she showed up in my house yesterday. That's why I was in the bar."

READER'S P. O. V.

"what are you gonna do tonight?" That question didn't really need to be asked, but still, I did.

"I'll stay in the break room" he replied distracted. "tomorrow I'll figure something"

Without thinking twice, I casually suggested "come to my place"

He shot me a perplexed glance "and then what?" before I could even think about replying, he spoke again. "we fuck again?"

I couldn't help but snort with a note of bitterness in my laugh. "I'm trying to be nice, what the fuck was that?"

"not sure" he muttered absently, a frown forming between his eyebrows. "I'm sorry, I think I'm too tired"

I sighed "yeah, me too" I looked up at the clock and, taking a deep breath, I spoke again "we should go home"

"we?"

"yeah" I got up, not wanting to face him for some reason I could not pinpoint. "You're staying at my place remember?"

"Y/n" he called me "there's still a week left for the trials"

"I think" I grabbed my things and put on my jacket "that we're more than capable of standing each other for a week"

I heard him standing up and I finally turned around to face him again. "Y/n, you don't have to-"

"Oh shut up" I said cut him off, throwing him his jacket. "I bet if it was Steve, you wouldn't be so hesitant"

"of course I wouldn't" he admitted, letting out a chuckle. "he's my bestfriend"

"then- I dunno" I shrugged with a grin on my face while we made our way out. "pretend I'm Steve, but stop complaining"

"That's-" he snorted falling into step with me. "that's so fucking weird"

"why? 'cause we fucked?" there was a beat of silence, but when I looked at him, we both burst into fit laughs.

BUCKY'S P. O. V.

"yeah, because we fucked" I confirmed, looking ahead of us with a smile dancing on my lips. "Where's your place, by the way?"

"what the hell? you were there last night." she shook her head a couple of times with a grin pulling the corners of her mouth. "I guess you were too drunk."

"so were you"

"yeah, but I still know where's my place" she stated proudly.

"what the f- Y/n, that's because it's your place." a snort escaped her lips. "which way, genius?"

"This way, jerk" she placed a hand on my back to guide me and, despite the thick jacket, I could still feel it's warm.

It was in that moment that I realized her touch somehow soothed me, and I found myself wishing she didn't let go of me.

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thesunwillcomeback · 2 years

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If you text me I'll answer. My goal is to stay 15 days without being the first one to text. And hopefully, the whole vacation. Here we go:

Days without texting you 🥺

Day 1 ✅

Day 2 ✅ ( today we talked)

Day 3 ✅ (today was easier)

Day 4 ✅

Day 5 ✅ ( today was easier. I barely though about you either, and I had a family party, which I couldn't imagine you there).

Day 6 ✅ (it's kind of getting easier everyday. Even though I thought a lot about you today).

Day 7 ✅ ( today we talked and I felt like you were trying to make conversation)

Day 8 ✅ ( today we talked a lot. But you're the one who texted first. Twice!!! You asked about me. If I was eating right. That was weird. I felt like you were looking for a motive to text.)

Day 9 ✅ (today you texted me again, and said you were stalking me. That was weird. I got curious about why were you doing that, and you said that you were stalking a few people. You said that my Instagram was nice too. Anyway that was weird, and it didn't convinced me).

Day 10 ✅ (not even a word from you today)

Day 11 ✅

Day 12 ✅ (today we briefly talked. I made you a simple question and you turned into a nice conversation. We agreed to watch 3 movies, but I'm always too shy to call you.)

Day 13 ✅ ( You said you think a lot about me. Idk what this means. You also texted me at night. And then you disappeared. And that got me upset. Because if you were going to disappear, then why did you text me in the first place?)

Day 14 ❌ (I don't feel like I complished today. I haven't texted you first, but I feel like I tried to make conversation from an empty conversation even though you ignored me yesterday.)

Day 15 ✅ (I texted you today just to know if you were around. We spent the whole day together. I wanna write just about it).

And 15 days have passed since I first started this. Is funny though that the 15° day was exactly a day we spent together, and had a few moments. It wasn't exactly a big deal, but you told me some deep painful stuffs and I hugged you because there were nothing I could say. I also cleaned your shirt in a cute moment, and made you dress a smoking. It looked very good on you. I also holded your arm on the street because of the sun. I'll remember this day.

Day 16 ✅

Day 17 ✅ ( today we played a game and spoke on the phone for two hours).

Day 18 ✅ ( today we briefly spoke but it wasn't anything too much interesting).

Day 19 ✅

Day 20 ✅ (Briefly spoke, nothing much interesting)

Day 21 ✅ ( today we spoke but you texted first. I told you about my eating disorder and that was weird because nobody knows. You didn't try to say anything nice and that was good. You asked me how do I pretend and honestly that's easy. I decided to told that because you told me some deep stuffs about you last week so I decided to do the same)

Day 22 ❌ (Today we played RPG, my stepdad called me to have dinner and I said I didn't wanted to. You asked me if I was sure, and you're voice seemed sad or worried. I hope I hadn't scared you yesterday)

This is the last day I'm writing this. It's been a while I don't update because it makes no sense anymore, since we're talking almost everyday. But the magic fade away because of that. Certain atitudes of you are making me not wanting to be close to you anymore. And I feel that I don't like you anymore. Which is good. You're a person that is too different of me. I don't know how it would be when the classes go back because maybe I'll see you everyday again. I'm still desiring you. But I'm conscious that we'll never be anything. I don't even want that anymore. It would never work. As I feel that our friendship doesn't work neither anymore.

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jdmainman123 · 2 years

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What are the odds were revisiting kidnapped by Dallas twice then bust and moved and transferred to Kansas Missouri twice

Who is joke maker yachtfish kidnapped from Clark county 16 times

YOU JUST COULDN'T LET IT GO MAN HUH COULDN'T JUST MESS WITH THAT ONE COVID AT ONE STATEMENT HOW DOES MY STATEMENT COME UP TWICE

Yeah but just cuz you built the facility to kill me and don't mean you can change the rules of the games it's a hate crime when I'm doing to this little black boy

And yeah the evidence is in you don't have the right to talk on black mass in front of my NFL in front of my NBA

Are you telling me we're getting into this why this company kicked off the beach from Minnesota Beach call you shut down the Walmart zz AND THE RAZOR FIGHT THE HAND RAISER I can get out an eyeball with my finger I'm just saying a razor your helps

Yes I'm telling you is it a satellite maker in a satellite operator program did not work on me I'm being very specific this wasn't in my sleeping baby program IT'S ALL HE DOESN'T KNOW AND THAT'S WHERE ARE WE SOCIALISM RIGHT NEAR RIGHT NOW I HAVE YOUR LITTLE GIRL DEAD TO RIGHTS

And I don't find anybody welcome and then satellite maker into their City after finding out he built this facility just set me up he wanted to call me a baby killer in life Court he built this other facility

So what was the money odds that we go to Mississippi in that one Walmart and it goes back to that long country road you guys better have my Greyhound bus station ready that's all I got to tell you guys z

Just tell him I need a place to smoke cigarettes so we can pretend with 30 days of sunrise YEAH IT'S IT'S A BLACK PEOPLE SITTING THERE SHOULDN'T BE ONE WHITE HAIR GIRL THERE

I don't know what timeline makes a lot of sense to me you know remember the movie with Steven seagal when he's put in the prison and everybody who goes inside the jail and looks at he put in himself there the only time is Steven seagal's brother Ricardo put them all in prison and they're angry for another man they know a black skin man his daughter at another airport

Didn't want to be angry angry to have something to be mad at me about OH YOU KNOW HOW LONG THEY'VE BEEN PLAYING THE WHITE HAIR GIRLS ARE MURDERED IN FRONT OF A BLACK BOY 60 DAYS KANSAS SET IT OFF AND AND LET ME REMIND YOU THE GIRLS IN KANSAS WERE A LOT PRETTIER THAN HERE IN PHOENIX? TOO SOON YOU GUYS GOING TO CONTEST BETWEEN TWO MODELS LOOKING AT EACH OTHER FACE TO FACE LIKE WEIGHING IN

My guess is one of those girls from Kansas can take two of your girls on at the same time and win the fight

I mean when they wanted to set you up for being a baby killer didn't think it meant 2 ft 3 in girls 30 days and sunrise house impeachment first summer time job

You know they should call they should have called you infant killer

YEAH I GUARANTEE IT'S TURNING INTO THE ARGUMENT FIRST TO GET HIM HERE TO WRITE MY BLOG

And you know I'm going to throw you out I spent 20 days in the middle of Dallas snow sleeping on ice just to repeat the questions that you know they have the loudest integrate that one you could say I built because it has the loudest sound system I heard in the world

I don't know I think the snow yeah an FYI they still sending this statement here is snow and every time I go to 7-Eleven every time I press on the ice maker they all yell at me and tell me to shush shhh shhhh

It must be black ideology following me I'm more importantly it's over let me remind you what happened here 3/4 they were all transgender following me and I'm going to get that gay joke out of you guys I don't think it's right that you have that word that name here gay son

You know if this is all that you're hiding from the girls here in sunlight City and I authorized snow to tell the story like it's hot cake so I have a witness a white hair grow to outlast everyone of these boys just to get your little daughters up there and suck her p****

I know right the women have been going around City to City picking out men like their escorts or dildos I literally watch her looking at the windows in the building counting over and she said which room is 105 P THIS IS THE LADY THAT QUIT BEING A MOTHER I KNOW SHE QUIT TRYING TO PICK ME UP OUTSIDE IT'S JUST LIKE WALKING AROUND WITH TWO MEN HER AND ANOTHER MAN THE ENTIRE TIME

And she has that who farted face

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ineffablebffs · 3 years

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1. A Better Son/Daughter by Rilo Kiley

Your ship may be coming in

You're weak but not giving in

To the cries and the wails of the valley below

And your ship may be coming in

You're weak, but not giving in

You'll fight it, you'll go out fighting all of them

(You'll be better

You'll be smarter and more grown up

And a better daughter or son)

2. Wake Up by Arcade Fire

Somebody filled up

My heart with nothing

Somebody told me not to cry

But now that I'm older

My heart's colder

I can see that it's a lie

3. Everything is Alright by The Glorious Sons

I'm the closest thing my mother had to a daughter

I used to be ashamed of that but now I'm kind of flattered

I learn that my weakness is a weapon anyway

So I haven't touched a pretty thing in forty days

4. The Mother We Share by CHVRCHES

Come in misery, where you can seem as old as your omens

And the mother we share

Will never keep your proud head from falling

The way is long, but you can make it easy on me

And the mother we share

Will never keep our cold heart from calling

5. BLOODMONEY by Poppy

I know what it feels like

To have my soul sucked out of my body

I finally know what it feels like

To be dead

Your soul can't be saved from the sins you've ignored

And the devil is well aware he is adored

Never forget the excess of a man

Because the grabbing hands always grab what they can

6. Video Game by Sufjan Stevens

I don’t wanna be the center of the universe

I don’t wanna be a part of that shame

In a way, I wanna be my own redeemer

I don’t wanna play your video game

I don’t care if everybody else is into it

I don’t care if it’s a popular refrain

I don’t wanna be a puppet in a theater

I don’t wanna play your video game

7. Rebellion (Lies) by Arcade Fire

People say that your dreams

Are the only things that save ya

Come on baby in our dreams,

We can live our misbehaviour

(Come on hide your lovers

Underneath the covers)

8. Reasons I Drink by Alanis Morissette

I have been working since I can remember, since I was single digits

Now, even though I've been busted

I don't know where to draw the line 'cause that groove has gotten so deep

And nothing can give reprieve like they do

Nothing can give a break for this soldier like they do

9. Black Sheep by Metric

Hello again

Friend of a friend, I knew you when

Our common goal was waiting for the world to end

Now that the truth is just a rule that you can bend

You crack the whip, shape-shift and trick, the past again

I'll send you my love on a wire

Lift you up, every time

Everyone, ooh

Pulls away, ooh

From you

10. Young and Menace by Fall Out Boy

We've gone way too fast for way too long

And we were never supposed to make it half this far

And I lived so much life, lived so much life

I think that God is gonna have to kill me twice

(Oops I did it again

I forgot what I was losing my mind about)

11. Red Heart by Hey Rosetta!

Were you born a closed book,

Full of secret lines? (and bound so tight)

Or did you learn to lock it,

As not to break your spine? (oh! you were bound so tight)

Cause you shut up

And you're all shut inside

12. Gay is Not A Synonym For Shitty by Fall Out Boy

I've loved everything about you that hurt

So let me see your moves, let me see your moves

Lips pressed close to mine

True blue

But the prince of any failing empire knows that

Everybody wants, everybody wants

To drive on through the night if it's a

Drive back home

13. Combat Baby by Metric

I want to be wrong but

No one here wants to fight me like you do

Combat baby come back baby

Fight off the lethargy

Don't go quietly

Combat baby

Said you would never give up easy

Combat baby come back

14. It's Not a Side Effect of the Cocaine, I Am Thinking it Must be Love by Fall Out Boy

All the ways you make my stomach turn

And all the long drives

With my friends blur

And I wish I kept them inside my mind

I hide behind these words

(But I'm coming out)

15. Ivy by Frank Ocean

I thought that I was dreamin' when you said you loved me

The start of nothin', I had no chance to prepare

I couldn't see you comin'

The start of nothin', ooh, I could hate you now

It's quite alright to hate me now

But we both know that deep down

The feeling still deep down is good

16. Blue Eyes by Mika

Your heart is broken

To your surprise

You're sick of crying

For blue eyes

(Come, sorrow is so peculiar

Comes in a day, then it'll never leave you)

17. The Fault in Our Stars by Troye Sivan

The weight

Of a simple human emotion

Weighs me down

More than the tank ever did

The pain

It's determined and demanding

To ache, but I'm OK

(You lost

A part of your existence

In the war against yourself)

18. Happy Ending by Mika

Wake up in the morning, stumble on my life

Can't get no love without sacrifice

If anything should happen, I'd guess I wish you well

Mm, a little bit of heaven, but a little bit of hell

(This is the way you left me

I'm not pretending

No hope, no love, no glory

No happy ending)

19. In Our Bedroom After the War by Stars

Wake up, say good morning to

That sleepy person lying next to you

If there's no one there, then there's no one there

But at least the war is over

20. Love Love Love by The Mountain Goats

Some things you'll do for money and some you'll do for fun

But the things you do for love are going to come back to you one by one

Love love is going to lead you by the hand

Into a white and soundless place

Now we see things as in a mirror dimly

Then we shall see each other face to face

~BONUS TRASH TRACKS~

21. The Archers Bows Have Broken by Brand New

What did you learn tonight?

You're shouting so loud, you barely joyous, broken thing

You're a voice that never sings, is what I say

You are freezing over hell

You are bringing on the end, you do so well

You can only blame yourself, it's what I say

22. All-American Boy by Steve Grand

Ripped jeans, only drinks whiskey

I find him by the fire while his girl was getting frisky, oh...

I say we go this road tonight

He smiles, his arm's around her

But his eyes are holdin' me, just a captive to his wonder, oh...

I say we go this road tonight

#spn #playlist #music #this is the dean playlist #suicide tw for the mountain goats song #in black sheep i kept thinking send you my love on a wire #was like prayer #and yeah all of MANIA is deancas #i made both playlists without using Church and you should be proud of that #i was like is there too much fob?#then i was like haha not for cariño #Spotify #also i went into the VAULT for this #it is like half the same playlist i would have made in college about this #it is like half of the same playlist i would have made in high school about anything

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