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I was wondering if I could request a story with Shane x Male reader? maybe just them slowly falling in love over time.
Thank You
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Hey, Anon!
Thank you so so much for the request, I enjoyed writing it a lot!
It turned out a bit long...so what I'm going to do is post it in 2 sections: parts 1, 2 & 3 and parts 4, 5 & 6. This is section 1. I'll link section 2 at the end :) [or you can just find it after this post].
Sorry for the complications! But I really hope you enjoy (and anyone else reading too!)
For my AO3 pals: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50214880
To fall for someone. - Shane x M! Reader
Summary: On a dreary repeated day, Shane finds something that can finally make him feel free; or rather, someone.
Note: R/N means Reader's Name.
TW: Deep topics & alcohol usage, mild profanity
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Shane’s perspective throughout.
Part 1: A repetitive day meets a new end.
Stacking shelves at Joja Mart. As usual.
Watching the clock over my shoulder, ticking for worthless time. As usual.
The sky through the back windows, gloomy and grey, as are my own dull eyes; I watch the clouds swirl, threatening thunder.
I sigh.
A walk home in the rain; a way to dampen the already shitty mood.
One more minute until I finish my day - the day I have been living for an entire year.
It’s always the same; the shelves, the clock, the darkness. Everythings the same, and nothing has changed…I can’t stand it.
What’s the point?
The clock ticks 5:00 and I'm off. My bag, light due to being filled with nothing but empty beer cans, slumps over my shoulder as the automatic doors open reluctantly.
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Life is getting tedious. What’s the point?
If I have to wake up everyday and do the exact same shitty thing, every. single. day. Then why am I even here? I’m not helping anyone and I’m just a burden.
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I feel heavy. My bag is light but I feel heavy. Everything hurts.
I stumbled out of the saloon at exactly 11:00 PM.
11:00PM.
The same as usual.
Everything hurts and is heavy. As usual.
Looking up at the sky, I watch a solitary bird amongst the midnight black and I can’t help but wonder if that bird has a purpose too.
I can’t help but wonder if anything has a purpose.
And that’s when I see him.
Watching the same bird. The same sky. But smiling. I’ve forgotten how to smile, how does it feel?
I’ve never seen this guy before. Somehow…it feels refreshingly new.
Promising.
But why?
What’s the point?
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Part 2: Like a moth to a flame.
He sees me. And I feel warmth.
I don’t know how it's possible; I'm in my usual shabby, thin and lint ridden clothes, shivering, watching the sky, in cold, cold rain yet somehow…I feel warmth.
I shouldn’t want to find out, there’s no point. But somehow, a part of me wants to know more about this stranger, and the fire they started in my heart, whatever my heart is for.
Whatever my heart is for, it longs for them and I can’t deny it. I’m alone in the rain with my consciousness, but then they are here, with me, and my emptiness, even my hidden sadness, and I can’t help feeling like I want to know more. To feel more. More warmth.
“Ahem. You’ve been staring for quite a while.”
I ruin everything. Of course he’s going to run away and maybe it's for the best.
“At the sky, I mean. But, I guess you've been kinda spacey around my face region.”
This man. He laughs and a blazen passion is sought in my heart.
“Oh…uh…yeah.”
As my only comfort, I bring my hands to my pockets, hands quivering as frostbite makes its way up my fingertips to my palm.
“Nice weather we’re having.”
I can’t respond… It’s meant to be funny, and I'm meant to laugh, but I haven’t laughed in ages…whatever ‘ages’ is, anymore.
“Not into sarcastic jokes? Huh…kay’. Got it…how about…dad jokes? You seem like you like them.”
My only response is a grunt as I turn my back to him.
He’s trying to cheer me up - he’s too sweet for me. Hurting someone sweet would only make things bitter and worse. For the both of us.
I distinguish the flame in my cradling mind and heart, and go home.
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Part 3: Why does the sun come out every morning, and the moon to shine at night?
Waking up is difficult, but not impossible. I’ve done it for years.
I need to work. It’s the only way I’m useful.
What’s the point?
I don’t know, but today is no different. I put on the same clothes and head to work.
Well, I tried.
There he was. Outside the house, sleeping on the grass.
“What on earth are you doing?”
I watch as he wakes violently, confused and drowsy.
“Huh? Oh…huh?”
“…” It doesn’t matter what I say or do. However, somehow, I care for him alot more than I have ever done for someone, especially myself. “Were you drunk last night?”
“Probably. And you, Mr. Handsome Hangover?”
I don’t need to hear more. I shouldn't put more effort into my curious care. Plus, I'm going to be late.
I turn my back once again and walk down the path. I can’t allow myself to think such things.
To my half-annoyance, I hear the sound of footsteps.
“Hey! Where are you going?”
“To work. Now go away.”
“What if I said no?”
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There he is. In front of all of the staff, including me of course, introducing himself.
Why.
“Hello! Nice to meet you, and pleasure to be working with you.”
The staff here aren’t the nicest of people so they disregard his warm welcome and immediately shuffle off to work. I don’t blame them. I know what its like working in a corporate shithole for years.
We’re here for work, not for pleasantries.
I’m just about to join them, when he approaches me.
“Sup. That was a surprise, wasn't it!” he holds his hand out to shake, “well, as you know, I’m (R/N)”
“I don’t care, go away.”
I do care. I really do. I just can’t be bothered for a relationship of any sorts. Its enough having to maintain one with Jas and Marnie. I just…can’t.
They are already concerned and I don’t want to be a burden to anyone else.
“Oh, yes you do! You stared at me for a good five minutes before you ran off.”
“Stop.”
I begin to distract myself with the shelves I am so familiar with. I can hear the silence and vacancy of this new…bothersome man.
Looking over my shoulder, I notice he’s hard at work. Huh. Quite surprising. Not completely. People like him are very strong. Mentally, that is. They can put their mind to anything and get it done just fine. I guess one of the things he put his mind to was socialising with me, nobody. I wonder why.
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“Huh? Oh, cause’ you seemed lonely.”
What’s a better place than the saloon to coincidentally meet someone you’ve been trying to avoid and ignore all day in order to save both of your sanities all at once.
And an even better place to make a fool of yourself by asking why he approached you the other night, especially when a little tipsy.
Lonely? Do I really look lonely? I never knew it was that…obvious.
“Oh.”
“And may I ask, why did you walk off that night?”
He says, leaning in, like the devil's temptation, a shot glass dangling seductivley at the tips of his fingers.
“Because.”
“Because?~”
“Because. Now let me be alone.”
“All right.”
Thank god.
“But just one thing.”
Ugh.
“What’s your name?”
I lost my nametag for work a while ago.
“Shane.”
“Nice to meet you, Shane.”
Why must it be that the warmth seeks my lonely heart instead of those who deserve it?
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Another lonely night in my cold bed. I can hear the wind howl, smell my unwashed odoresome sheets, taste the pungent biting liquor from tonight’s round and see nothing but the moonlight filtering through my tattered blinds.
I can feel the tears on my cheeks but It doesn't feel like I'm crying.
I’ve forgotten what crying is, because I've done it so often. I’ve also forgotten the feeling of stopping.
One of my only escapes is the drinks.
I need another one, soon, before it becomes more than just a distraction.
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SECTION 2: PARTS 4, 5 & 6
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contains ; suggestive conversation (pillow talk typa stuff). sappy sappy cheesy & corny fluff! just the way i like it! established relationship — dating. two ppl in love blah blah blah. gender non specified reader. he is all i ever think about.
note ; hello! didn’t wanna look at this in my drafts anymore. boo!
“what’s the wildest thing you’ve done in bed?” you ask, smiling over the rim of your near-empty glass of wine.
your lips are well past stained at this point, dazed eyes holding a curiously eager gaze with the man sitting similarly before you.
“the wildest thing?” harvey repeats, eyebrows raised, looking around as if to search for his answer.
“yeah, like, the craziest thing you’ve done while having sex.”
you’ve been playing this little question game for hours now, concept of time nothing but a distant thought after you both downed even more glasses of wine a single bottle could fill. it’s been a while since you’ve been able to relax like this, which is well in agreeance with your boyfriend.
you’re quite tipsy at this point. facing him on your living room couch, legs crossed and arm propping your head that’s perched against the back of the couch.
he purses his lips, shaking his head in deep thought. “i dunno…i guess um,” he presses a knuckle to the upper rim of his glasses, adjusting them, “i guess the kitchen—having sex in the kitchen, probably.”
you furrow your brows, giving him a long look. “in the kitchen?” it’s your turn to repeat, this time confused.
he shrugs and nods.
“with me?” you ask, more clarification than uncertainty in your tone.
“of course with you.”
“no, i’m speaking in general, like out of everyone you’ve ever had sex with—what was the craziest thing you did?”
“i know the question. i said have sex in the kitchen.”
you stare, unwavering eye contact glued to his. you know him, you know he’s definitely telling the truth, yet somehow you were shocked. “that was your craziest sexual experience?”
“i take it wasn’t yours, huh?” he snorts, giving the contents in his glass one small swirl before he leans over and places it on the coffee table.
you laugh airily, “i mean i…told you about the ferris wheel—“
“—ah,” he cuts you off, shivering, “yes, not my thing.”
“so let me get this straight,” you mimic his previous gesture—placing the glass on the table—, using both of your now-free hands to hold out in front of you. “your craziest, absolutely wildest sexual experience was on that kitchen table?”
he flicks his gaze past your head to where you’re pointing your thumb behind you. he suppresses a quirked up lip from the recollection.
“well, i didn’t say it was absolutely wild. but if i had to pick, that would be my answer.” he murmurs, and despite the topic, he’s managing his typical flushed cheeks and nervous lip-nibble well.
“wow,” you lean back with a light laugh. “i’m honored.”
“i’m glad.” he smiles.
he reaches back for the last sip of his wine, taking a short whiff of the glass before savoring the last drop. maybe he’s biased, but your wine will always be his favorite. he never allows it to go to waste.
it’s late. his eyelids rest heavily over his pupils, contrasting your wide-awake gaze. you’re eager to move around, emphasizing most of your words with hand gestures while he’s remained put for the last couple hours. despite his tiredness, he soaks every minute he has with you just as he does with your wine.
you clear your throat. “okay, so now i have a new question.”
“alright.” he nods, leaning into his hand.
“what was the best sex you’ve ever had? it’s okay if it wasn’t with me.”
he exhales from his nose at that, smile to accompany his cheeks.
“well, it was,” he confirms, once again looking off to the side. although, he doesn’t pause long, seemingly prepared with his answer. “i would say, after you told me you loved me.”
you beam immediately. “i knew it. you’re such a sentimentalist.” you tease, reaching over to pinch his thigh. but you soften, laying your hand flat and gently soothing your thumb over his pants. “that’s mine too.”
“really? even more than the ferris wheel?”
you scoff. “oh, absolutely. a million times better.” you wave a hand dismissively, and he tries not to let the comment go to his head. “that was purely just to say i’ve done it. at least you can make me finish.”
of course his cheeks set aflame, due to the ego boost and vulgarity. you smile as he purses his lips after murmuring an awkward thank you. it’s always so amusing to make him flustered, given such an easy task.
you sigh, rolling your head back against the couch. your fingers lightly tap at your t-shirt clad stomach, eyes wandering each crease and ridge in your ceiling during a moment of peaceful silence you’ll always relax into when you’re with harvey.
it’s only then do your eyes feel heavy, and it finally dawns on you just what time it is, and how early you have to wake up tomorrow.
“it’s late,” you conquer, staying put, “do you wanna stay—“
“i’ve got a question.” he hums. you turn your head, remaining relaxed against the cushions, to find him looking off towards the dimming fireplace in front of you.
“yeah?”
“who was the…if you had to rank everyone, uhm,” he presses his knuckles into the cushion beside his thighs, readjusting himself but not without a clear of his throat. “who’s the best sex you’ve ever had?”
you allow a smile to creep onto your face. it seems purposeful he’s avoiding your eyes, the golden hue of the crackling fire causing his warm skin to glow. his lips look a little pinker due to the light—or maybe the wine—and from your angle you can see his dark brown eyelashes clearly from the space between his glasses.
you let out a faux sigh, almost taunting.
“hm, that’s a toughie.” you snicker, now readjusting to sit sideways on the cushion with one leg crossed and the other dangling over the couch. “out of the whopping four?”
he gives you a peek, subconsciously wiping his palms across his pants wordlessly.
you almost want to tease him a little longer—the shy purse of his lips making it just so easy. yet you give up quick, leaning in to snake your arm around his neck and press a hand to his cheek.
“without a doubt, it’s you. don’t even have to think about it.” you giggle, pressing a soft kiss to his warm lips.
“really?” there he goes, yet again doubting himself.
“harvey, i’ve never been in love like i am with you. i’ve never been with someone and started picturing marriage after the second date.” you croon, so close you can nearly press your forehead against his. you look down at his lips. “it’s not just because of the sex—but believe me, that plays a good part. no one has known how to love me like you can.”
he swallows, mimicking your gaze and fixates on your lips as you continue, “you make me feel so comfortable, and so appreciated. you’re so sweet, and caring, and reliable. i can tell you anything.”
his fingers are warm from the fire, and he delicately uses them to push pieces of your hair that have fallen in front of your face, blocking his view of you.
just as you’re about to go on, he stops you. both of his hands finding purchase at the crevice of your neck, while his lips meet yours. not just a peck, a deep and meaningful kiss that forms all of your praises into the action. the same kind of kiss that takes your breath away, even before it started when you quietly gasp as he tugged you close. he ignores the way his nose bumps into yours, instead tilting his head to the side once you melt into him, pressing a flat hand against his chest for balance.
it’s deep and needy. the wine somehow tastes even better off your lips, his tongue selfishly stealing some of the sweetness. in some ways you think you could genuinely go stupid just from the way he kisses you.
he takes a moment to pull away, the exact way that has him sucking all of the air out of your lungs and leaves you chasing the feeling and making your brain grow fuzzy.
letting you go, he licks his lips and drops his quick gaze down to yours before looking back in your lidded eyes. he’s so impossibly skilled at taking your breath away, literally and figuratively.
“like a starved man,” you tease, masking your faint whimper with a chuckle.
“i know,” he swallows. “i love you.”
“i love you more.”
he shakes his head, padded thumb softly pressing against your bottom lip where his gaze sits.
“not possible.”
thoughts on haley x abigail?? 💛💜
Haligaillllll I have to plug maxRebo again with Things We Dont Say on AO3 it's the sequel to a fantastic SebAlex fic I loved.
We love Haligail, who wouldn't love Haligail? This is one of the least rare ones I've done so far according to AO3 . I haven't looked each one up I've done, but I was curious since punk/prep seem like they'd be popular.
Anyways how would I handle this? Spoiler alert Ive gotta make it rivals to lovers OBVIOUSLY it's just too good to pass up.
Let’s say they went to high school together and ran in different circles (obviously). Abigail looked down on Haley for being a preppy dumb blonde prioritizing boys over school.
Haley for her part was learning very quickly that girls couldn’t be trusted, with all of the shit they talked behind her back. So she definitely wasn't going to think fondly of a sullen girl like Abby, who would just glare at her for no reason.
But its years later now. Abby has returned home from college to attend remotely. She’s grown confident and developed a sense of style. It’s still dark and moody and she loves a skull motif, but she clearly takes more care in her appearance than in high school. Oh… and she’s a proud lesbian now.
She’s annoyed to be back in this bumfuck town but her dad threatened to cut her funding if she didn’t come back to help with the shop at least one semester. Haley comes into the shop and its tense. Abby hates feeling subservient to her like this, wearing the stupid fucking apron dad insists she wears while she’s helping out. It puts her in a weird headspace like she’s in high school again.
It’s nice to be back with her boys though, the regular gig practices fun. They even decide to throw a little party to perform at. It’s exhilarating and she’s in her element until she sees Haley. It’s like, somehow, the old Abby exists in Haley and she fucking hates it. She wants to purge Haley’s memories of that weird quiet girl in high school. She wants Haley to understand she is more confident than the queen bee ever was at her peak.
Everyone settles in on the floor for a drinking game and SHE is there of course, looking stupidly hot and just… generally stupid. “Who invited you?” Abby snaps as Haley sits down near her.
“Hello, Abigail,” she sips her drink innocently, “that’s how normal people start conversations anyway.”
Abby scoffs, fighting the fluster with anger. “Yeah, avoid the question that’s fine.”
Sebastian settles between them, attempting to block the electric tension between them with his body. Great deal of good that does though, since one of the very first dares sees Alex daring Haley and Abby to Seven Minutes in Heaven.
“What the fuck, Alex?!” Haley hisses. She seems embarrassed. Abby likes seeing her flustered for once.
“Aw she’s afraid to touch the lesbian! She might catch it,” Abby teases.
Haley glares at her with a fire behind her blue eyes. “I’m not afraid of you.”
“Alright,” Abby smiles, “Prove it.”
And so they get sloppy in the closet and it’s hot and awesome and the seven minutes runs out too fast. Abby decides she craves this power over Haley and chases it. Being glared at with lust in her eyes is better than being looked down on.
They have a back and forth of sneaking around, while Haley comes to terms with her sexuality and they grow closer. It’s always just hatefucking until its not, because Abby discovers how actually self-conscious and lonely Haley is. And how this toxic fling is the closest thing she has to love. She’s clinging to it like a liferaft but it’s just making her sink even further. Abby recognizes the damage she’s caused and decides to cut things off.
Something brings them back together though, obv. Hmmm.
Maybe Alex ends up cornering her and telling Abby just how much she means to Haley and how maybe instead of abandoning her like everyone else, she could just be an actual partner to her and treat her like she knows she should be treated.
Which all culminates in a very sweet scene of Abby coming back to Haley and apologizing. And I want it to tie back into the party like
“I also want to apologize,” Abby says, wiping her eyes, “for leaving you hanging a few months ago. When you said hi.”
“Abby…”
“Can we go back to that? Can we roll it back? I want to say hi, it’s nice to see you.”
Haley laughs through her tears. “It's nice to see you too.” She takes Abby’s hand and squeezes.
Oh and Abby would prbly take to calling Haley Blondie or something. Starts out as kind of an insult and then just a term of endearment. Anyways,
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