Want To Be Messed Up Together?

Want to be messed up together?

Summary: Some traumas are smaller, but they are still there. Simon learns more about his girlfriend's childhood. They are so different and yet so alike.

Wordcount: 577

Author's note: No this is not based on me. I don't know where you got that from. It's a character on its own and has nothing to do with the author.

"I mean my mum was also the 'stop crying or I'll give you a reason to cry' type, but-"

Simon looked up in surprise. He had heard them both talking on the phone. They seemed familiar. Although she seemed more cautious with her mum. Not drastic, but more diplomatic in nature.

"Did she hit you?", he blurted out immediately.

She shook her head quickly. "No! I mean, there was the odd slap on the back of the head or on the bum, but she didn't hurt me... Although she often took me aside, when I was... well, when I was too annoying. I can only vaguely remember. I remember that it happened, but... well, not exactly what happened." Her eyes looked into the past. Looked at scenes that Simon couldn't see. "She never hurt me."

Simon got all stiff. "You know she still shouldn't have done that."

She nodded again. "No, she shouldn't have." She ran her finger over her coffee-to-go cup and pressed her lips together. "Well, she had a lot of stress back then, was probably in a permanent pre-burn-out, and didn't know how to do it better. She did her best... and failed." She smiled with sad eyes and looked at Simon. "She's trying, so I'm trying to forgive her."

Simon looked into her eyes. Understood her a little more. Her shyness. Her fear of doing something wrong. How nervous she got, when she thought, she was annoying someone. Her desire to get through everyday life as peacefully as possible. Why she never cried in front of him, no matter how obvious it was, why she ran to the bathroom.

He carefully placed a hand on hers. He saw her eyes gleam wetly, but she blinked rapidly and breathed in and out once hard.

"Your father?"

"Oh, he was just there watching his animal documentaries.", she waved him off. "When I was in tenth grade, he took one look at me at dinner once and asked me how much longer I was going to go to school... There was one incident, because I was too annoying again, but that was it. Although he was always strangely proud of the day."

"I'm sure my therapist would have her fun with you.", he mumbled. He hadn't expected the laughter that followed.

"I'm sure she would." She smiled sadly again. "I went to one once", she explained. "When I told her that I was already aware, where all of my problems came from and that I would rather know how to break out of my behavioural patterns, she just said that she couldn't just tell me what to do. 'You need to reflect and make a connection. If you understand, you'll act differently." She rolled her eyes. "I've been waiting a good ten years to find and get a place. Doesn't she think I've ever had the idea to think my life apart like this? And yet I'm still stuck. If yours is more solution-orientated, I'm happy to give it a chance."

Simon had to grin slightly. "No. Sounds just like mine. 'You need to feel your feelings Mr. Riley'. I thought I did.", he mimicked her.

She laughed. "I thought I was the only one who didn't understand. 'I can't tell you how to do it. You just have to know.' Yes, but unfortunately I don't know."

Simon laughed. She looked happier at his face again. "Want to be messed up together?"

Simon smiled and nodded.

concept: extremely sweet and caring guys that fuck you like an animal in heat

The Mermaid of Tully

Summary: Benjicot's wife is truly a fish in water.

Wordcount: 421

People jested when he was little and was promised to the Tully girl, that he would one day marry a mermaid.

Benjicot Blackwood had just rolled his eyes and sayed that girls were disgusting.

But he had liked her. They played together and she wasn't disgusted by frogs or worms. She was actually quite interested in these little creatures.

But most of all, she could sneak away. No matter how many guards were set, she found a way. Out of the castle and into the river, where she would swim. Ever since she was a child, noone could get her out of the water. And today, when they were both grown up and married, it was still the same. No matter the weather, she went swimming. Every day.

Benjicot, who had lost his disgust for girls, loved his wife more than anything else. Their friendship had grown over the years and today they were probably the most harmonious couple, that most people knew. Which surprised most people because of Benji's nickname.

Benji was still in the land of dreams, when he was rudely torn from it. He instinctively spat out the much wetter air and turned away. He heard a laugh, as he wiped his wet face from under the covers.

"You little minx.", he grumbled in amusement.

His wife gave him a teasing look.

Her wet hair, which she had wrung out on him, was still in her hand. He shook his head with a grin.

"It's snowing (y/n).", he realised.

"And?", she asked.

He closed his eyes. "Most people would catch their death, if they went swimming in the river in weather like this."

She took off her wet clothes, as she looked at him with a grin. "But I'm the mermaid of Tully."

He smiled. "And I'm really starting to believe it. How can you never get sick doing that?"

She just shrugged, wrapped herself back into her bed clothes and put her hair up roughly.

He looked at her relaxed. He opened his arms expectantly to welcome her into them. She slipped back under the covers and slid towards him.

"By the holy mother! Woman!" he immediately groaned, pulling his thighs away from her icy feet.

She just laughed and curled up slightly. Benjicot immediately grabbed the pair of knitted stockings that lay under his pillow for just such moments and pressed them roughly into her hands.

"You're not normal.", he stated simply.

"You love me.", she simply replied.

He grinned. "I love you.", he agreed.

Doing more than one? Choose whichever you found the most helpful. ❤️

Even if I didn’t have a solid plan, in the back of my head, I always assumed I’d kill myself.

Now I’m an adult and people my age have their lives in order and I’m stuck here, confused, because I never planned to be alive and I’m so far behind.

I feel like I’ll never catch up.