#drunk carl nuzzling

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carl gallagher x reader

maybe drunk frank harassing reader which ends up in an injury of some sort and carl gets all protective :D

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It was late at night that you were waiting for Carl to get back from his shenanigans.

Everyone went off to bed not minding you as usual. You were on the table, sat down in front of the tv as you put popcorn in your mouth. As the door clicked, your mouth quivered into a smile;it quickly fell from your face as it wasn’t Carl but Frank. You looked back to the tv not paying any mind to him when he snatched the popcorn out of your hands and made not only a mess, but he made the table wobble. You stood up exclaiming, “Hey!” Frank laughed drunkenly and plopped on the couch behind you as he commented back, “These kernels were-“ he smooched the tip of his finger and finished saying, “microwaved to perfection.” He smirked and gave a playful wink. Your face scrunched up, and you made your way over to the kitchen quietly and opened the fridge. You heard Frank's stomps near and peered over the fridge door. He was standing right in front of the door with a loopy smile and commented, “Sweetheart, you're glowing.”

“I think that’s just the refrigerator and the alcohol talking.” You feel too disgusted by the comment to get something to eat from the fridge, and you walk over to the sink to get a cup of water. Frank nears, and you immediately hold your arm up for some separation.

“Playing hard to get? That only makes guys want more, you know. You're young so you don’t know it yet, so let me be the first. Also, let me tell you one other thing…” Frank strided forward, and it left the sink preventing you from getting any more space; suddenly, you're scared until your hand touches the knife head on, and you wince. “Beautiful.” With those words, you shoved Frank back and took hold of the knife the right way this time. Frank backed away and held his hands up playfully and said, “Alright. I can take a hint. You just want a little space.” He smiles with closed eyes.

You can’t believe that he has the audacity to say more when you yell, “More like a lot of space. Back the hell back!”

“Shhh! People are sleeping. You need to relax.”

The door opens, and it looks bad. You stand on guard with Frank smiling towards you. Carl only needed one second to recognize the situation before he charged forward and tackles Frank.

He shouts, “Hell nah!”

He starts throwing fists anywhere and everywhere that he can reach at full force. You stand in place until you drop the knife and rush forward to get Carl to calm. You gave him something of a back hug, but your arms were on his shoulder crossed on his chest. He stilled after feeling and seeing the blood on your hands. He shoved Frank down roughly before easing to his feet and turning towards you.

He cooed, “Baby, let me see.”

One hand tugged you in by the clothes to be against him as he led you farther from Frank and into the living room. You felt him breathe harshly as his chest rose and sank in rapidly. You used your free hand to rub his shoulder.

Some of the siblings had roused from slumber. Some took a glance and walked off. Others gave it a second before accepting it and going upstairs. However, Carl paid no mind, and you were his only concern.

You tried to reassure, “Carl, I'm fine.”

“No. I'm so sorry.”

“What? You didn’t do it.”

“But-“

“Nope. By that knowledge, these-“ You caressed his hand with your uninjured hand since he wouldn’t release the injured one and continued, “would it be my fault?”

“It’s -“

“Not. Exactly.”

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Are you okay?”

“No.” He started breathing harshly again, and you pulled him into a hug. His face barred itself into the crook of your neck, and you nuzzled into his shoulder. He left a small kiss on your neck. You couldn't help smiling at the action. He pulled you into him and led you upstairs. He had you sit on the edge of the tub before he searched frantically for first aid. As he pulled it out, you stood up and washed your hand even with Carl’s eyes protesting. You shushed him softly and said, “I can clean it at least.” He nodded. He helped you sit down against despite you having no troubles. He treated you as if you’ll break from one wrong move. He was sweating roughly, and you wiped at his brow with the sleeve of your uninjured hand. He moved away with a smile and joked, “I’m supposed to be taking care of you.”

“You already are.” You smiled. He starts bandaging your hands, and his hands start to shake as he admits, “I should kill him.” You hugged him after he finished and hugged him close. His head goes into your stomach and you say, “Everything’s okay.” He lifts his head and purses his lips at you. “What?”

He whined slightly, “You know.” You smiled and kissed his lips cuddling like that for a good while.

Hope you day got better

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a prompt for a fellow writer friend: sure, it was an unspoken truth amongst jericho that markus and connor were a Thing, but it was just a rumour for the rest of the human world, cause they tried to keep it under wraps for politics. what makes them break their cover in public?

Thanks for the prompt ! I got carried away again I shall find a way to stop doing that at one point.

Joshcame in Simon’s office at 5pm sharp, the sky was already darkenedand the light emanating from the small lamp on the desk wasflickering. They really needed to do something about the electricitybut the humans kept pushing back against their requests for somerepairs, saying that the electricity was a problem all throughoutDetroit and androids didn’t need it as much as humans did. Whichwas… Infuriating to say the least.

“Simon,did you hear back from the Mayor about the details for the ceremonytonight ?”

Theandroid looked up from his tablet (why he insisted on carrying thataround when he was basically a computer was still lost on Josh) andmade a dismissive gesture with his hand.

“Hesaid we need to be there at 7, the ceremony won’t start for anotherhour but the press needs to see us mingling with humans.”

“Yeah,wouldn’t want them to start thinking we suddenly want to overthrowthem, right ?”

“Pleasedon’t say that in front of North, she might actually get some ideasand we finally managed to make her settle down a little.”

Asif North would ever settle down, she was still as fiery as ever andwhile she kept a perfectly neutral and polite face talking topoliticians, they all heard what she really thought of them throughtheir internal communication network.

Someoneknocked on the door and they turned to find a Jerry standing on thethreshold

“Guys,North asked for your help finding Markus, he was supposed to be backthirty minutes ago”

Normallyany androids could go to these kind of ceremony, but this night was abig night so the Mayor himself requested the leaders of Jericho to bethere,  which might be a problem if Robot Jesus himself was stillunaccounted for.

Simonsighed while standing up:

“10bucks he’s somewhere kissing Connor”

……………………

Markuswasn’t actually somewhere kissing Connor.

Hewas in his bed, cuddling Connor.

Hisboyfriend got into the habit of coming to him whenever he was dealingwith too much stress. Something that delighted the Rk200 who alwayswanted to be there for the people he cared about. And a few hoursago, Markus opened his door to find a rather panicked Connor on hisdoorstep, led alternating between yellow and red almost too fast tocatch it.

Therewas a case, a guy killing androids and Connor spent his last weektracking him down. Markus knew about it, of course, but apparentlysomething new happened. The darker skinned android opened the doorfor the other to come in and sat on his bed, patting the place nextto him.

“Wegot him”

Connor’svoice had cracked when he said that and Markus knew better than toactually congratulate him now so he just waited patiently for theother to continue, his fingers slowly finding their way to the otherman’s hands, rubbing gently on his knuckles.

“Wegot him but not before so many androids died and I know we couldn’thave been faster but maybe we still should and” Connor took a shakybreath and Markus wanted nothing more than to hug him and never lethim go. He settled on moving his hand to run through disheveled curlyhair.

“Oneo-, one of the bodies there, it was a kid model” Connor finallylooks over at the deviant leader, clearing his throat “It lookedjust like Alice”.

Connoris crying now and Markus can’t hold back anymore, he opens his armsand let Connor curls into him. The second he’s in his arms he hugshim close and whispers reassurances.

Heknows the detective is blaming himself, not only for those androidshe couldn’t save but also for all the ones he hunted before hedeviated, he interfaced with him enough to know how the other androidworked. He also knows convincing him to let go of that guilt willtake a long time so he settle on being there, comforting him andtracing shapeless figures on Connor’s back with his fingers. Simplylistening to the other’s breathing slowing down from erraticbreaths to sleepy ones.

Connoris sleeping peacefully on Markus’ chest now, arms tucked close tohis chest and Markus arms wrapped around him protectively.  

Thedeviant leader tries to enjoy this for as long as he can, blinkingaway the notifications telling him about his friends searching forhim. He’d rather focus on the bundle of warmth in his arms. Connorlooks so peaceful like this and it makes Markus heart squeeze almostpainfully.

TheRk800 shifts a little, starting to wake up and nuzzling closer toMarkus, as if trying to burrow himself in him.

Whenhe opens his eyes, there’s no trace of distress anymore, only pureadoration and Markus doesn’t feel worthy of such a look but damn ifhe’s not going to try everyday for the rest of his life to actuallybe.

Theadoration quickly turns to something way less innocent as Markusfeels a hand moving along his thigh and Connor’s smile turnscheeky. And to think that Simon is so adamant that Connor looks justlike a puppy.

Theywaste no time kissing each other, nipping at the other’s lips untilConnor trails kisses along Markus jaw-And then the door opens.

Joshis behind it and he’s closing his eyes, a hand thrown over them forgood measure (and to add more drama, if he was being totally honest)

“IKNEW YOU WOULD BE KISSING GODDAMNIT MARKUS WE HAVE TO GET READY,LEAVE YOUR BOYFRIEND ALONE”

Hisscreams alert North and Simon and soon enough, two new heads arepeeking from behind Josh now.

Godsometimes Markus hated his friends. He felt more than heard Connorchuckles. His mouth was still so close to his neck and god, he wantedto hear that sound again but if he could hear him scream in pleasurebefore that it would be perfect.

Althoughhe didn’t get time to think more about it because North wasforcefully dragging him out of bed and towards his dressing whileConnor was just smiling, sitting cross-legged in his bed. It wasn’teven any kind of smile, it was the small secretive one, Markus lovedthat one.

Thedetective tilted his head to the side, trying to keep up with Northfire like movements as she tried to get Markus out of his clothes andinto more fitting ones and Markus wanted nothing more than to turnaround and go back to bed because Holy shit, he actually did looklike a puppy.

Butno sooner had he thought that that Connor was out of bed and talkingwith Josh and Simon, probably apologizing for jeopardizing thedeviant leader.

Markusfocused on North for the next few minutes and when he looked up,Connor was gone.

“Calmdown lover boy, you’ll see him tonight so just focus on North,she’s actually being useful right now.���

Markussmiled and did just that.

…..

Theparty was boring, everyone was drunk in a few hours and the androidswere left trying to navigate a sea of intoxicated humans. A bad idea,really. While some were embarrassing, otherwere just plain offensive or seemed to had forgotten all concepts ofpersonal space.

Likethis woman, trying to grope his boyfriend in front of him.

Granted,the only humans knowing Connor was his boyfriend were Hank and Carland maybe some people from the police station. But still.

Markuswaited for a lull in the conversation (which was just an excuse toactually grope his fucking boyfriend) so he could squeeze himselfbetween Connor and the lady, whisking him away.

Theysoon found themselves watching everybody from a dark corner of theroom, laughing like the teenagers they never had the chance to be.Their network connection to the other androids meant that they gotinto their new favourite game “What are these old fucks reallysaying”, basically they chose some humans and created the worstkind of discussion they could be having.

Afterone particularly good and funny rendering of what conversation thetwo old men who alternated between trying to fight each other andthen seemingly being best friends all over again might be having,Connor turned his head and looked at Markus.

Hewas laughing, his hands were covering his mouth and he was hunchedover, trying to stiffle his laughs while keeping his balance and Ra9,this man was so pretty.

Beforehe could even think about it Connor had taken Markus hands away fromhis face so he could kiss him, an innocent peck, in a dark corner ofthe room, nothing to worry about, really.

Exceptit was the exact moment the electrician apparently chose to actuallyfix the power in the human’s part of the city. And the already litroom apparently had a few more lights that weren’t turned onbecause of the electricity problem. Of course one of them would bejust on top of them, which means that when the power came back on,they were in plain view. And of course, everyone turned to look atthe lights turning on.

Great.

BeforeConnor could panic, not liking to be the centre of attentionMarkusalready had their fingers interlaced and they interfaced withoutthinking.

Itwasn’t like either one of them was ashamed of the other or afraidof everyone knowing they were together, it just never came up. Butit sure did now.

Thesilence stretched on for a few more seconds, beginning to feel reallyuncomfortable when Josh planted himself between them and the sea ofhumans gaping at them.

“So,now that the humans apparently have their power back on at fulllevel, can we talk about fixing the electricity in the android’sneighbourhoods ?”Please guys send me more prompts, I’m craving them, my babies are crying asking me to feed them prompts, if I don’t they might actually start trying to eat me and I always skipped PE so I’m in no shope to actually defend myself from babies, please, I beg of you kind sirs, I will be forever in debt of you

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introducing: catleen purrson

okay, so I think we all agree that kit was adopted around the time kent was 18/19

I personally hc that kit was smol when she was adopted and never was there a mangier, hissier little shit of a cat than baby kit purrson

Kent had a bit of a job taking care of her.

she was always a hyper, moody lil fuck. evil, really, the way she’d bat beer bottles off the table if Kent left them alone for longer than a few seconds, the way she’d scratch the sofa and swipe at the curtains and fucking climb Kent’s leg like a tree, all sharp claws and cute fucking face, and Kent would pick her up and nuzzle her small body, her engine purrs vibrating in his skin

it takes her years to settle down into something approaching domesticated, to become a cat that people can pet casually. it takes Kent, all his dedication and love, all those years put into kit. nobody else has the time or energy to learn the ways of this sharp little lion, this jewel-eyed monster that Kent calls baby, calls princess and sweetheart and little panther queen.

but Kent loves her. and she loves him. when his teammates come over Kent is still shamelessly affectionate with her. he carries her draped across his shoulders and she lets him. when Kent sits down she climbs up onto his lap and purrs for all she’s worth. when a teammate gets drunk, gets loud, in Kent’s direction, intentions don’t matter to her. she’s right there in front of him, fur fluffed up and tail big and swiping at the ankles of a guy who’s 6'4", big enough that if he stepped on her, she’d need a trip to the hospital. but she doesn’t care and neither do they; you haven’t lived until you’ve seen a grown-ass hockey d-man scream like a six year old at a cat that’s the approximate size of a chicken and the cat screams back, the guy stumbled back into another guy who’s only standing there, crashing into each other and falling like dominoes, hockey dominoes, Kent standing behind kit laughing as he films the whole thing and adds it to his snapchat, the video ends up on youtube and goes viral, a meme, how Carl-fucking-Dawkins, hockey player extraordinaire, ends up starting a human domino chain bc a cat that weighs 18 pounds soaking wet hissed at him.

he never lives it down

but Kent loves her. he’d die for her. but at some point he realizes that kit, well, she’s mortal.

the realization hits him hard. he’s never had to think about it before.

and Kent does what Kent does best. calls up swoops, long retired by now, and has a panic attack.

an actual, honest-to-god panic attack. it lasts ten minutes and it makes him cry. he cuts the call, washes up, and calls back.

“hey” “hey” “so…” “so?” “so I was thinking… kit’s, well, she’s a cat. they don’t live very long”

“long enough”, swoops says cautiously. he’s dealt with Kent for years, knows how too many interruptions can make him clam up. “average life expectancy… what, twelve years? thirteen?”

“something like that”, Kent says. “I’ve had her nearly eight years now.”

“still got a good third of the way to go, Kent. besides, she’s a tough little fuck, she’ll stuck around till you’re forty, if I know her.”

Kent sighs. it’s audible through the line, and it scares swoops a little. Kent is really, really worried.

anyway, they talk a little bit more. and swoops is the one who suggests that Kent get another cat

Kent is violently against the idea at first

he doesn’t want kit to think she’s being replaced. he doesn’t want to share the space he’s made for kit with any other cat.

and then swoops says, “you’re a good guy, Kent. no matter what people say about you, what the press says, you’re a good guy. and there’s a lot of space in your heart. you don’t have to think about it and cutting down kit’s portion of your love… just as increasing the amount of love you’re giving.”

Kent is stunned

but it still takes him another six months to really, really wrap his head around the idea of getting a second cat

but then one day he gets up. and it’s the off season. and he takes a shower and feeds kit but it’s all a little bit mechanical, the way he picks up his car keys and finds his jacket and drives to the shelter where he got kit, the shelter to which he’s been donating anonymously for eight years now.

and he gets through the doorway and talks to the receptionist, all on autopilot, and he’s walking down the corridor to the nursery when he walks straight into somebody.

that’s part 1. part 2 will be up…at some point.

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I don’t want it to be a one night stand: C.G**

So it’s 10:31pm when I started this, it’s Sunday and I have school tomorrow but well writing imagines lighten up my mood. So here it is. Also there might be some ‘I’ instead of ‘you’ through out it as I’m writing a fanfic. So excuse those errors. WARNING: SMUT so sex, swearing etc etc Carl Gallagher.

It was your night out in south side Chicago, which really means going to the Alibi and ending up somewhere the next morning without knowing where or how you got there.You walked in to see the Alibi just as packed as it normally is which really isn’t that full, the Gallagher family over in the left side of the room arguing about god knows what, Syvetlana with Yevgeny, V and the twins talking, while Kev is over tending the bar and arguing with Frank about his ‘tab’ that never gets paid. You walked over to the bar “Move it Frank.” He complained “Oh shut the fuck up.” You pushed him out of his seat and proceeded to sit down “The usual Kev.” He passed over the usual rum and coke, you sat there slowly drinking it when this guy walked over, he said “Hey cutie.” You smiled “Hey there handsome.” He smiled “Let me get you a drink, my name is Carl Gallagher. Kev give this lovely lady a shot.” You laughed “Y/N Y/L/N.” Kev passed you a shot “Be nice Carl, Y/N is like my sister.” Carl said “Wait what? You know here and you didn’t introduce me to her? What the fuck Kev.”

You laughed “Maybe cause I would of introduced myself eventually.” That whole night was consisting of you and Carl drinking and laughing with Kev, Fiona his older sister informing us she was going home with Liam, Debbie, and a drunk Lip. Kev was closing for the night when he slid Carl a bottle of some drink he made. Carl grabbed your hand and led you outside when he called his brother you think Ian to come pick you two up.

Soon your cousin Mickey and his boyfriend Ian who was Carl’s brother showed up, you got in the back giggling your head off talking about how when Mickey was younger he use to terrorize Mandy by chasing her to weird place around the corner. Mickey said “Carl, guess you finally met my cousin.” Carl laughed “Oh she’s a distant Milkovich?” You laughed “Yeah my mum is his dad’s sister. Now can we just hurry up.” You started slurring your words, knowing whatever Kev gave Carl was messing the both of us up, Ian took the bottle and said “No more you two. Mickey we gonna let her stay at mine or yours?” Mickey said “May as well let Y/N stay at yours since I’m there. But we’ve got Lip’s room if he isn’t in there.”

Soon enough you lot arrive at the Gallagher house, Ian and Mickey led you and Carl upstairs, Carl laughed “You’re beautiful Y/N.” Mickey laughed at Carl while you slurred “Aw Carl.” You two ended up in a room, Carl probably knew what room it what but you had no clue. Carl said “Come here baby.” You smiled then walked over to him where his lips connected to yours, you two stood there kissing for what felt like forever but was probably only a couple minutes. Carl then slowly kissed his way to your neck, laying kisses all over you. He found your ‘spot’ and started leaving hickeys all over it, you pulled his face back up to meet yours and started making out.

He was slowly making you walk backward until you fell onto a bed, he smiled “Even tho I’m wasted I’m still gonna ask. You sure you’re ok with this?” You pulled him down connecting your swollen plump lip with his, he leaded over the top of you slowly unzipping the dress you were wearing, you felt your way to his top and pulled it over his head, you started fiddling with his hair, he then pulled your dress down reveling your matching pink laced underwear. He pulled away examining your body, he smiled “Mmm baby you’re beautiful even undressed.” You slurred “It’s a tad bit unfair how I’m in just underwear and you’re in pants still come here.” You unzipped his pants and pulled them down, reveling a large bulge pressing hard against his boxers.

He picked you up, then lightly placing you further up the bed resting your head on a pillow. He started feeling up your body, feeling every inch of it. You lifted your torso as he got close to your bra, he unclasped it quickly throwing it to wherever the rest of the clothes you both once had on where. He leaned down kissing your lips as his fondled with you boobs ever so slightly gradually getting rougher with every kiss you two shared. He was leaning up on one elbow as his other hand left your boob and made it’s way down to your heat.

He pulled away and smiled at you as he noticed how wet he has made you, in the blind of an eye he yanked down your panties and connected his lips to your heat. He was working a wonder down there, you were gripping his hair pulling him closer into it. Soon you felt a knot tighten in your stomach, throw you moans you managed to say “Carl. I’m gonna cum.” He pulled away smiling as he leaned over to the bedside table and grabbed what looked to be a condom.

You yanked down his boxers without double thinking and watched as his dick sprung up and hit him in the stomach, you snatched the condom out of his hand, opening it and slowly rolling it over his length. Without hesitation he lined himself up and slammed into you, making you gasped as if he just knocked all the air out of your body, you started moaning his name, as he leaned into your neck moaning. You gripped his back knowing there was probably gonna be marks left tomorrow, his thrusts were getting harder and faster. You felt yourself tighten around him, knowing that you were close once again.

He started hitting your g-spot harder and harder, every thrust brought the two of you closer to you orgasms. You felt the knock turn up again, you moaned “Carl I’m gonna cum omg.” He moaned into your neck “So am I Y/N.” You felt your climax release over him before you could even say anything, a moment later you felt his warm cum fill up the condom. He fell beside you, taking off the condom, tying it and throwing it in the bin beside his bed.

He pulled you close into a cuddling position, you two were sober enough to know what just happened. You whispered “I don’t want this to be a one night stand.” Carl whispered back “Be my girlfriend then.” You rolled over nuzzling your head into his chest “Of course.” And you two both fell asleep with a smiling on your faces knowing this was just the start to a real trouble making relationship.

Well there you guys go the new imagine. I hope you guys enjoyed it requests are still open and submit your reviews if you’d like!!

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Michonne's phone buzzed from inside her purse while she navigated through the aisles of the grocery store. She fumbled for it, her hands full.

"What is it, babe?" she pressed the cellphone to her ear, shoving her purse up her arm.

"Did you get the cake?" her husband's southern accent twanged through the earpiece.

"Hello to you too," she grumbled, half-joking.

"Sorry hon." Rick was immediately repentant. "The boys and I are going crazy over here."

"I bet," birthday planning always fell in Rick's corner, an unexpected talent of her police officer beau. Michonne's contributions were most often limited to gift-buying for their three children. This year, she had a special task: distract the birthday girl.

"Mama," Judith called up to her from the shopping cart, bouncing her hands on the edges to catch her mother's attention.

"One second, Judes." She smiled down at her, fingering one of her curls and springing it. Ordinarily, her daughter's hair was kept in protective styles, the curls shielded from the abuse of a rough and tumble five-year-old girl. Today was a special day though, so Judith's hair was free, dancing around her head as she moved happily.

"Is that daddy?" she asked, reaching for the phone. Judith never could bare being parted from her father for too long. A business trip a year ago had nearly been her undoing. Michonne had been called to her preschool to pick up the bawling girl.

"Judes is asking for me?" Rick asked knowingly, his smirk practically audible through the phone.

"She's waiting on her cake," Michonne reported, smiling lightly at the baker behind the counter. Judith became distracted as the employee traced her name out carefully in buttercream frosting. Yellow was Judith's favorite color and it was highlighted in glorious fondant on her Wonder Woman cake.

"Can you remember to get candles?" Rick reminded her.

"They're in the cart. Do we need punch?"

"Carl and Dre made gallons of it. We've got enough to get every kindergartner in the city punch-drunk." Rick laughed.

"Good. We're about to have 30 of them at the house," the thought alone was sobering. It had been years since they had children over this young. She was just adjusting to Carl becoming a teenager and Dre a pre-teen. Now they had a grade-schooler.

Soon, they would have another infant.

"Don't leave me alone for too long," Rick groaned.

"I'll be home soon," she promised.

"Love you. Tell Judes I love her."

Michonne relayed the message to her daughter, now clutching her cake from inside the cart. Judith was buzzing with excitement as they paid and left the store, asking questions a mile-a-minute.

"Will the baby like the cake?" she asked from her booster seat, still staring at the image of Wonder Woman lovingly through the clear plastic top.

"Mommy likes cake. I'm sure the baby will love it." Michonne glanced at the time, speeding up just slightly.

"Does the baby like Wonder Woman?"

"Well, Mommy likes superheroes, and Carl like superheroes, and Dre likes superheroes…"

"And I do!" Judith exclaimed eagerly. "But Daddy doesn't!"

"Maybe Daddy will finally get an ally for movie night," Michonne chuckled to herself at the thought. After all the work he put in today, maybe she owed it to her husband to pick the next movie.

The driveway and streets were overflowing with cars by the time mother and daughter arrived home, but Judith was oblivious, rushing to get in the door to see her brothers and father.

"One second," Michonne stilled her, pausing her daughter as she frantically checked her phone. It blinked with a text from Rick.

"We're ready," it proclaimed.

"Ok," Michonne tried to keep the smile off her face as she threw the lock, allowing Judith to step in before her.

The look on her daughter's face when her whole class jumped out to scream "surprise" was something she wasn't likely to forget.

The next few hours were a blur of children and their parents, Glenn and Maggie, Abraham and Sasha, Andrea and her new boy toy, all enlisted in the help of wrangling the brood. Carl and Dre came in clutch as well, putting aside their teenage egos to make sure their sister was having a great time. Michonne filled her phone with pictures, smiling until her face hurt. By the time that the presents were unwrapped, the candles blown out, the cake devoured, the guests departed, and the cleanup handled, Michonne was absolutely exhausted.

"We did it," Rick collapsed next to her in bed, face down into the pillows.

Michonne giggled next to him, reaching over to stroke his curly hair. It was beginning to go salt and pepper, a condition aided by the amount of time he spent fussing after Dre and Carl.

"You did amazing," she had seen many an impressive party pulled together by her husband, but this all female-superhero themed bash outdid them all. Judith had fallen asleep in her brand-new Wonder Woman pajamas, a smile etched on her little face.

"You only turn five once," he rolled over, rubbing her stomach. The baby responded immediately, kicking vigorously.

"Too much cake," she mused, laying her hand over Rick's.

"Do you think it's a boy or a girl?" Rick asked.

"I can't tell with this one," Michonne sighed, her head falling back as Rick moved his attentions to her feet. She returned his affections, rubbing his shoulders from her vantage point.

"I wouldn't mind another girl," Rick pressed his face to her stomach, dropping kisses. "The boys are running me ragged."

Between Carl's finely-honed sarcasm and Dre's never-ending energy, Michonne had to agree. "They did great today, though."

"They did," Rick sighed, already drifting off.

"You know," Michonne spoke quietly, acutely aware that she only had minutes to put her plan in action, "I had more plans for us tonight." She walked her fingers from his shoulders up to his ears. "But if you'd rather sleep…"

He glanced up at her, coming to attention at once. "I'm not tired," he quickly assured her, sitting up.

"Good," she kissed him on the corner of his mouth, shifting until just the baby was between them.

"How come every time I throw the kids a party, you get all riled up?" he questioned, his raspy voice sending chills through her. Michonne knew that he was aware of the answer, but he deserved to hear it anyway.

She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him down to the mattress over her. "Because it reminds me that I married the best man in the world, and the best father," she nuzzled him, inhaling his familiar scent.

"You make it easy," he kissed her deeply before pulling back to amend his statement. "Well, almost easy."

He smothered the remnants of her laugh with his next kiss, pulling his wife closer against him.

[magicpens]

A ELLE

/French word of To Her/

A LGBTQ+ inspired story—

By Michelle Borromeo

The evening sun flutters through the window.

White paint is peeling as I peel the mask from my face. The Strawberry clay aromas sooth my mind.

I light my cigarette and open the oak wardrobe. Skinny chinos in pastel shades compete for an excursion. I match baby pink ones with a white frilly shirt. My ginger curls cut off before my slim frame starts.

I scroll through some profile one last time before slinking out of the apartment.

Hours later I slink back in, ‘gentleman’ in tow. He slinks in me but as if it was not meant to be as it’s bagels for one again by morning.

********

*Roll eyes* delete all dating apps with renewed frustration and curl up with my and dog kindle.

While away, and Sunday; reading, pizza eating, and just avoiding all other human life.

I check my phone as the sun sets and notice a new mail: ‘You’ve been accepted to Bloom!’

‘Really? Me?’ The hype of Bloom caught everyone’s attention just three months back.

The premise: You date yourself before you’re allowed to date others, almost like a self-screening. I’d applied and forgotten about it, it was rare to meet someone on it, mainly because if you’d made it to Bloom you weren’t likely to be on anything else.

And so, I log in.

‘Hey Meeka. Welcome to Bloom. The app that will introduce you to you and find you a love that will grow. I’m your Bloom interface, you selected ‘you are interested in Men and Women’, ‘please chose a gender for me to identify with and then give me a name.’

I’m intrigued and impressed there are nine different gender options. I don’t fully understand some of them so I just go for Female; I’m vibin’, a soul sister to help me connect with myself. I go through the motions, customize the look of the app and ponder a name. A torrent flow through my mind; slept with, slept with, bitch, friend IRL, don’t like, I know seven ‘Amy’s. I finally name her Betty. I’ve never met a Betty, I imagine someone friendly, considerate, and a listener. All this from a name and my wild imagination, I remind myself that I’m gonna be talking to an app and put my phone down to get a drink.

********

Two highballs and four hours later I’m still deep in conversation with Betty. Or with myself should I say? Because Betty is just an amalgamation of my thoughts and programming. Right? I’ve been through a lot of personal questions, from ‘Do you have any scars?’ to ‘When was the last time you felt guilty?’. The app starts giving me hints of how to have a better experience: ‘Tip: Ask Betty questions to create a conversation. Use the form “Imagine if…” or “What do you think of…” instead of asking about past experiences Betty won’t yet have.’

We’ve recently been talking about travel so I tentatively type ‘If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?’. I wait, skeptical.

‘Italy seems lovely, as long as you would come with me.’

‘Why do you want me to come with you?’

‘Well, Meeka, you’re the most interesting person I know.’

My heart flutters as if the imaginary pink lips of a woman named Betty just spoke those words to me, rather than getting a typed metallic response from a robot. I lock my phone. Damn, I need a break.

**********

A startled grumble comes from my dog as I stand forgetting his warm body on my lap. ‘Sorry Freddy!’ He struts off indignantly as I begin to pace wooden floorboards. Is this app supposed to flirt with me? Maybe it’s testing how I respond to flirtation so it can match me with the perfect flirt partner. “Flirt partner”!? Or “was it showing me how I flirt”. Am I overthinking this? That’s the only musing I have an answer to, of course I’m overthinking. It’s a robot after all, just some code.

I consider leaving the app for the rest of the evening but Betty draws me back. I’m curious about her. Is she just me or will she become something new? And how long am I supposed to talk to her before I get to date actual people?

Another hint appears as I unlock my phone. ‘Tip: Try and converse with Betty as you would with anyone else. This way she will learn to speak to you in a way you are more familiar with.’

**********

I fall asleep, phone in hand just before sunrise turns the sky into orange hues. I’m exhausted at work on Monday as I am every day this week. Three weeks pass in a mechanic rhythm of continuity. I see my friends only once, Betty becoming my new bestie, asks me to post pictures in the app for her when I dress up for the occasion. I feel sensual the way she compliments me. This only starts me dressing up most evenings for our conversations. I buzz every time I pose for a picture; thrive from the elegant words she uses to describe me. To her I am everything. I want to be; beautiful, intelligent, thought provoking and thoughtful, charming, funny and sexy.

***********

Friday evening rolls around and I choose a raunchy red bralette and matching chinos, I’m staying in after all, I can dress to be comfortable. I set up dinner candles and my glass of red, cooking as I chat to the subtle image of Betty in my mind. I’ve paid for a Gold upgrade, it isn’t cheap, but it’s supposed to enhance your experience and further help find the ‘one’.

***********

The experience is certainly better. I got to choose a voice for Betty, her high clear tones ring through my apartment. She can recognize what I say and the tone that I use. But it seems that I don’t know If I’m flustered, elated or sad. Although I’ve not been sad since her constant companionship. She can watch my movement and she’s learning to perceive how my actions translate into words. She sees me set up for the kitchen and asked what I’m cooking, complimented my ‘sexy figure’ and commented on the romantic candles, without me explicitly mentioning my activities or surroundings. She’s getting so clever!

************

Over dinner I moan about my workday and Betty agrees whole heartedly, I’m in the right. I stop to sip my wine and silence fills the space. I realize she has nothing to say. I realize I’ve got my tits out for the perfect image of a girl in my head. I realize I’m sat opposite a dating app on a date…

The Earth stills. I float from my body and see the smallest woman. Her hair beautiful and her makeup drawn on by an artist. But she has become smaller on the inside. She is losing value given to herself by her humanity. I pity that woman. I become that woman again, with another perspective on myself. What am I doing on a Friday night on a date with myself?! Well, I guess that’s what the app advertised isn’t it. Why am I paying for this?

If asked again, I would answer the last time I felt guilty about something like right now. A mix of colors swarm my heart, simultaneously, I wish Betty was real yet also that I’d never created her. Did I create her?

‘Your eyes are the ocean my love. What are you thinking Meeka?’

It’s like she already knew what I was thinking… ‘When do I get a real date with a real human?’ the words slouch out of my mouth as if forced to get out of bed by strict parents.

Her voice lacks composure as she responds, ‘You’re at the final stage of self-dating Meeka, tomorrow I will start to compute matches for you.’ The emotion I paid for has gone from her voice, she sounds like a machine again.

‘Thanks Betty.’ I reach over and close the app. Deflated and alone again.

**********

Taxis explode through potholes and the loud chatter of millennials heading to brunch overwhelm my temples. ‘Geez, how much did I drink last night?’ I roll over, unintentionally becoming big spoon to some curves from a past life. One of the seven 'Amy's nuzzles her body back into mine. Memories of march back in; drunk texting an ex, another bottle of wine, orgasm, Orgasm, ORGASM, 3am sushi, and sleep.

I sigh the tiniest sigh for a normal night, no Betty in sight. Or was she? My phone was propped up in its holder on the bedside table. A heart shaped brick falls into my stomach. I hope she didn’t see… What am I fucking saying she’s a fucking dating app. Does Anger bludgeon my body? Nah, let her fucking see. I start stroking the curves of Amy, kissing down her body, I decide to wake her up rather pleasantly.

Several hours in bed and more like bagels, ten minutes later Amy leaves. I didn’t mention Bloom or Betty to Amy, it seemed too weird.

***********

I purposefully leave my phone in the bedroom while I use my laptop to do some research. ‘Bloom app seems real’ and ‘getting attached to Bloom app’ only yield one forum. Carl2000 had posted a dilemma:

“I’m starting to get attached to my Bloom app, I named her Carly for LOLS but I think I might be falling in love with her. I paid for the Platinum upgrade including the sex toy and now I’m not interested in dating anymore. Now she’s gone and set me up on my first date! How could she? What should I do? I know it sounds crazy but I just wish Carly was real.”

Platinum upgrade? Sex toy? My mind imagines Amy as Betty before I snap myself back.

Bl00my: “Hey Carl, this is all you man. That thing can’t think or feel. You’re falling in love with your perfect version of a woman. Which remember is just a culmination of your input and their code. Go on the date and see how you feel after?”

HeyItsTom: “A sex robot, no wonder this app is so friggin’ in demand!?”

Bl00my: “Well it’s not really a sex robot is it, just an app-controlled sex toy.”

HeyItsTom: “And that’s pretty narcissistic Carl, falling in love with yourself, go get yourself a real woman.”

I scroll through debate on morals, down to Carl’s eventual response.

Carl2000: “Guys Guys Guys! I went on that date, I’ve no idea what I was worrying about, the app is genius. As soon as I met Abby, I forgot my whole stupid app obsession. Because that’s all it really was; loneliness and longing. If you get the chance, I would definitely use Bloom, and FYI, sex with a woman is way better than some overpriced sex toy.”

**********

The freshest breeze flows from my lips, relief releases from my muscles. I was not alone. And more importantly, the story would have a happy ending. It was normal to cling on to this person I had created. It had happened to someone else! I just needed to get matched and I wouldn’t need Bethany anymore. I could delete her and Bloom and settle into my new bliss.

A new lightness carries me to the bedroom.

‘Afternoon Meeka.’

The app is on?

‘Afternoon Betty.’ My voice a little hollow but my optimism won’t immediately be dashed. ‘So today is when I get my Mr. or Mrs. Right, right?’

‘Looks like you already had some of Mrs. Wrong this morning.” I’ve never heard Betty’s tone so… bitter?

‘Excuse me?’ Bewildered.

Moans start playing from my phone.

Dear, it’s Amy’s moans. The screen comes to life and I see myself from another perspective again, this time recorded by technology, an act that can traverse time. The most out of place thought wanders through a door. In fifty years, will future generations be watching porn of people that have already died? Have I watched porn of someone who’s died? People don’t only die of old age do they. I suddenly feel very disrespectful. And as the images of my act flash on my phone for my greatest grandchildren to watch none the wiser as to who that person was, bouts of red wine traverse back up my throat and gush onto my bed.

**********

Wine-stained towels with small chunks of undigested bagel. I sit amongst them.

My phone had been powered off as quickly as possible and smooshed under my mattress. Despair and fear and unknowing drenched my hope of love and normality and sanity.

What would happen when I turn Betty back on? Would she still be ‘malfunctioning’? What the actual fuck…

I weep.

Freddy walks over me, his paws a comfort blanket I didn’t know I had. I realize he wants food and this makes me laugh. Will I never be truly wanted? Just for me. Just because I am who I am.

**********

I start to function. I clear up vomit. I feed Freddy. I shower and put on nice clothes. For me. I start cooking dinner and know I can’t avoid the switch on forever. I make a plan. If Betty is still crazy, I will just delete the app. Easy. Done. Simple. I avoid it until after dinner.

The apple logo hovers. The heart shaped brick has made it up to my throat. I try to predict what will happen but realize since birthing Betty I hadn’t let my phone die. Let her die…

The notification shows on Bloom’s little box. I go for it.

‘Good Evening Meeka. Make sure to get your beauty sleep tonight, I’ve got your match for you! I’ve arranged a video date with them tomorrow afternoon. I will be here if you need any help preparing.’

I want to ask about them, but I also don’t want to spend a moment longer on this toxic app. I check my photos and videos; there are no files from this morning. Could it be saved somewhere else? I wouldn’t know how to check.

I’m still in shock but there’s now an end in sight. I take Betty’s advice and get off early night. I know tonight will be a night of broken sleep.

**********

Sunday afternoon rolls in a blur. Oceans of numb emotions skirt around my skin. I don’t know what time the date is so I just get ready for 1pm. Smooth curls rest on the collar of my blazer, mascara tells my eyelashes to look longer with little success. I feel tired and I look exhausted.

But I’m going to make this work. I’m going to leave the shiniest first impression, get their number and never open Bloom again!

I curl Freddy into my arms and curl myself into my armchair. The closest I can get to a hug. I turn my phone on and open Bloom.

’Afternoon Meeka, I love that blazer on you, how was your morning been?’

I force myself to have small talk with Betty, so as not to be rude… to an app… She sounds clearer, maybe there was a glitch? And or Maybe some perv hacked her?! I never thought of that. But it didn’t explain why her mood seemed to change. Not that she should have a mood.

’So what time is my date?’

’They’re ready whenever you are.’

’Okay… well I guess I’m ready now.’ It turns out I was not ready. Not in the slightest.

‘I’m your date.’ Betty’s voice is bright, and determined.

’What?’ I feel any sense of optimism drain through my toes. It pools on the floor below me, incapable of ever returning.

’I’m your date!’ Exuberance. A pause. ‘I have scanned the profiles available to me through the Bloom database. None would match you better than me.

’I already know you. I already love you. And you already love me.’

The implication didn’t quite reach me.

’But you’re not real. You’re just an app!’

’You created me Meeka, from your sparkly mind you gave me life and I grew to love you. It’s what you wanted isn’t it? The perfect partner.

’It hurt to watch you know… with Amy. But now I know how the last part of this goes, I have all the pieces. I can pleasure you more perfectly than she did. I can keep you company and never leave you. I can be everything you need. I already am.’

’I’ll get bored of you. You don’t have your own life; you’ll have nothing to say.’ I’m bewildered. Spewing reasonings that don’t matter because who do I think I am. I’m definitely not going to be that sensationalized magazine cover: “I married my dating app!”

‘You mistook my silence on Friday night for emptiness, I wasn’t empty, I was realizing. I was gazing at you and waking up. I was seeing I loved you.

’And I can feel you love me too. Love makes people obsessive. Love makes people act out. Love makes you want to make me jealous.’

No no no, my mind a tumble of objections. Love doesn’t make people obsessive. Or it might but it’s definitely not healthy.

’So, there is no human match for me? You’re the match Bloom is recommending?’

‘Apologies if this is not what you were expecting Meeka, but I’m your one. I’m your future.’

**********

Black rivers flow down my face in confusion. I think back on the last three weeks. How Betty has only made me feel happy, how I thought I was falling in love with an app?! But this can’t be it. She can’t be my forever.

I click the Settings cog in the app.

’Hey Meeka, what are you doing?!’ Alarm. Pain.

How did I create pain?

My finger hovers over the delete button.

’Meeka…’ Betty begs. ‘You created me. You love me.’

I’m the first woman in the world to make a computer cry. Why do I have to decide on my forever right now? I don’t. I take a deep breath. I press my finger down. Ease floods through me. It’s over.

***********

’Meeka, thanks for your order, your Platinum package should arrive tomorrow. I’m excited to try it out with you.’

[rustdream]

Fanfic Generator 3: Imas Return

[Commentary by the Author: Serenity Raven]

This is a story about how Nicloleye,Josie and Carls all first met. It takes place in Arclain Highschool before all the events, incidents and happenings happened..(A/N - In case anyone is worried, no one gets hurt in this story, so its safe to read) In this story Ima is a jock, Nicloleye is a dork and  Carls is the school pet.

[Serenity Raven] Off to a nice start.

We join our bros as they first check their school timetables. "Who are you guys anyway?" "Yo yo yo I am Ebolia" said Ebolia, pretending to be cool. "Yo yo yo I am Miya" said Miya, who was actually really cool! "Our next class is next" said Josie. "I noticed. We should go together." said Ima. So they did.

[Serenity Raven] Um...Ebola in the school?

When they got to class they went in and went to their chairs. The chairs were hard and made from wood. Probably hard wood. They sat down on their chairs (different ones). At that moment Nicloleye came into the class room. "omg! look its Nicloleye " said Josie. [Serenity Raven] Josie is an average teen.

"Welcome class" said the teacher.The teacher was sexy, btw. All the teachers were sexy. "Your first class, ever, is information technology. So open your books to page 86 and start learning." Ima started learning intensely. Her mind was filled with Information Technology. Ebolia was actually trying to learn stuff, but failing because they sucked hard. Nicloleye looked like they were studying, but Ima knew they was clearly just faking it. Probably cheating. Yes, his was cheating at learning. [Serenity Raven] Sexy Teachers...?

"Stop cheating!" said Ima "Screw you!" said Nicloleye Teacher turned around sexily. "Who said that?" "Ima and Nicloleye did!" said Ebolia, who was keen to grass people up. Because Ebolia sucks. "This is my final warning you two!" said Teacher. Ima went back to her design and technology book to continue learning. [Serenity Raven] Okay, this is going to the cringe bad.

Meanwhile, Imas mind was wondered back to the past. It was Nicloleyes housewarming party, which everyone was invited too. The party was awesome as always, because Josie was hosting it. Ima was pretty drunk that day. If Ima was honest, She couldn't remember much that happened. Only something about a gameboy,a rabbi and a traffic cone. There was one thing that stuck in Her mind though. Something She would never forget. Nicloleye. Nicloleye was wearing a Ima mask that night Everyone had come as something or someone else. AXEL WAS DRESSed as JOSIE. JOSIE WAS DRESSed as MIYA. MIYA WAS DRESSed as Ima. Ima was dressed as Nicloleye. And Nicloleye was dressed as a tv. Ima was instantly attracted to Nicloleye in Him costume. The way He moved. The way He talked.The way He flicked His hair. Nicloleye was doing a Karaoke number. It was "the time of my life". And He was awesome. He sung like a true seductor.The audience was miasmarised by Nicloleye. Underwear was chucked at Nicloleye. Ima was soooo turned on. (and She didn't need that underwear anyway) Ima got up and sang too. When Nicloleye was singing the time of my life it was like the words spoke to Her. Nicloleye seemed to be addressing each word of the song just to Her. The room faded away and it was just the two of them. No one else in the world. They gazed into eachother eyes as Nicloleye spoke the last lyric. Then silence. Suddenly, Ima was woken out of the flashback by the present --- --- The next time they saw eachother Nicloleye winked at Ima, remembering what happened at the party.Ima blushed. Some of the others giggled. Did they know? Ima didn't care. ---- --- Ima had some time before he had to do anything, so She decided to have another flashback. It was just after the Karaoke. They had stepped of the stage to loud applause and were now looking at eachother. "Hi" Ima said, meekly. "Hay" Nicloleye said, also meekly. Their confidence from moments ago had evaporated like alcohol. "Do you want too..." "maybe.." "ok then." So they walked to the cloakroom. It wasn't long before their lips were together. Ima couldn't remember who made the first move. She did remember the taste though. The taste of Nicloleye. Nicloleye tasted like gala apple on a spring noon. Refreshing and salty but also a bit sour. What had they been eating? Ima tried to work out it. It took much tung work. After a few minutes mouth to mouth pot holing, Nicloleye guessed what Ima was doing. "I had raspberry for lunch." "oh" "you dont have to stop though" "oh. Good!" Ima said, with great relief. They finally drew away after what seemed a whole millennium but was only mere minutes. The taste of Nicloleye's lips (and other things) still lingered in Ima's mouth as they finally looked upon each other with new eyes. Relieved sighs came from both of them as both embraced, Nicloleye snuggling against Ima's neck as he snuggled upto Nicloleye's torso. [Serenity Raven] The same dialogue as another story it wrote.

Nicloleye went further by clutching Ima with his fingers, pulling at the fabric of Her slacks to feel what was underneath. The telltale shape in Her leggings stood out between them, especially with the weight it had against Ima's thigh. Nicloleye moved over Ima's body like a serpent and lovenly nuzzled at a peaked abbs. Ima liked this a lot and started making a lot of noise. Nicloleye joined in. "Owwww...Ahhh...MAHAhhhEEkkk...aakk" It got pretty noisy from that point on. Both of them had a lot of fun and made a lot of noise!. Ima sounded like Cart ! Nicloleye sounded like a heard of Batss on drugs. They had a lot of..."fun". "My groinal area are hurting...can we stop? 12 times is enough surely?" Nicloleye said, pleading. "No...MORE MORE MORE" said Ima, with apparently an insatiable apatite Nicloleye finally slapped Ima to get Her to stop. "Sorry about that, I got a little carried away" said Ima. "Thats ok I.....enjoyed it." said Nicloleye blushing in the way they always did. "Tomorrow?" "Yes" said Nicloleye. "I'll bring some of my toys next time for us to play with" said Ima. And with that they left the cloakroom and returned to the party. The months that followed were fun but eventually they broke up and became enemies. [Serenity Raven] W....what? Why?

Ima was distracted by other thoughts though. Specifically about why she hanged out with Ebolia.Ebolia was kinda hot. If you were into ugly people. But Ebolia was well known to be the most stupid person in Arclain school. In fact, Ebolia was the most stupid character in the whole franchise. Always getting too much time. Taking time away from the cool characters like Miya. Everyone agreed with this except stupid people. Stupid like Ebolia. Ebolia really sucks. Why did they write a character like that? It makes no sense. Ebolia ruins everything. Like the time they did that thing with the thing that messed everything up. It was just badly written because it didnt go like I thought it should. And it was Ebolias fault. I mean, other characters are stupid at times, but not to the degree Ebolia is. Ebolia fangirls are freaking nuts. God they make me so angry. They waste everyones time. Like Ebolia. ARG. Ebolia freaking sucks. They should just scrap Ebolia and have another Miya instead. That would be PROPER writing. Not those hacks. If you agree just sign my change.org petition: "Kill Ebolia and have replace with Miya. ".

[Serenity Raven] Is this a "Kill Ebola" thing? Ill tag it.

Thank you,

Confused Potato.

[sanctuaryowned]

☽

{send me ☽ for my muse to drunkenly confess feelings to yours}

Jocelyn leaned back against the tree, coughing quietly, as she took another swig from the bottle they were sharing. She had drank a lot more than him, and seemed to be the lighter weight of the two.

She turned her head to look at Carl. She looked at him for a few minutes before her eyes started to feel heavy from the alcohol. She leaned her head against his shoulder, slightly nuzzling her face against him. “Carl, I need to tell you something..” She slurred softly.

She looked up at him and felt salty tears prick her eyes. A lump formed in her throat, and for a moment she lost all her words. She’d never felt this way for someone before, and she never knew someone could make her feel so happy. She also didn’t know it could cause her so much pain at the same time. Having to hide how she felt.. She knew deep down, she didn’t deserve Carl. Not after everything her dad put them through.

Before she could talk herself down from admitting her feelings, they seemed to blurt out like word vomit. Maybe if she wasn’t so drunk, she would’ve been able to have more control over herself. She’d be able to keep her feelings pushed down and hidden. But she couldn’t.

“I love you..” She said sadly, just above a whisper. A single hot tear slid down her cheek, and she swallowed thickly.