Falcon

snapchatting your internet friends is so fun. its cool to see what their school is like, and how the weather is there, and what kind of people they hang out with normally and just. i don’t know. it’s fun to share little bits of your life with someone like that and get the same in return!!

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Corey scoffed at him, letting go of the counter, wobbling as she did. “Straight line? S’easy.” She tried placing one foot in front of the other, but even that task was daunting. Her feet tangled together and she went careening toward the stove, barely able to catch herself. “Still fine!” she countered.

He winced as she tripped, but he wasn't about to touch her again. "Jus'... Don't you wanna sit or somethin'? Gotta be tired by now, Chickadee... I'll order pizza, if ya do." Sam was halfheartedly trying a new approach, but he knew how stubborn she could be.  

things i need: a well-written toxic or abusive relationship

"I’m fine," Corey slurred, grasping the countertop to keep herself upright. The look she was giving him was deadly. "There’s nothin’ wrong with me."

"Yeah, you look fine," he said, crossing his arms when he was at a safe enough distance. "How 'bout you do me a favor and walk in a straight line, huh?"

She narrowed her eyes at the man. Before he could say another word, the blue-haired woman brought a harsh, open-palmed slap across his face. “Don’t you dare fuckin’ call me that again, asshole,” she growled.

Also, I want a Friends With Benefits AU but instead of the girl falling in love with the guy, I want the guy to fall head over heels for the girl.

Corey’s face hardened instantly at her words, gritting her teeth. “The fuck you just call me?”

"Now look here. You can't just go stickin' your hand down people's pants and not expectin' them to get defensive."

Corey let out a small gasp when he grabbed her, spinning around with a small grin on her face. She looked from Sam’s grip to his face, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

Sam pulled his hands away quickly. "No. No do not." He backed away, shaking his head. "Bitch, you got a husband. I ain't havin' some nerdy band dude kick my ass."

Corey stumbled into the kitchen behind him. A sly grin worked its way onto her face as she passed behind Sam, quickly squeezing his ass as she went to the fridge. She dug around, looking for a beer.

"—Hey! No." He froze, nearly dropping the bottle in his hand. "Oh, no you don't," he said, setting the glass in his hand down and reaching out to pull Corey back. "Jesus woman, go sit down."

"We’re old friends," she giggled, propping herself up on the back of her couch in attempt to stay standing. "You’re cute when you’re concerned," Corey mused.

"Sure ya are," he said, but his step faltered at the next statement. He shook his head and continued on to the kitchen. "And you're drunk. Very drunk. Now sit down before you fall and break somethin'."

"Psh, no," she slurred, blinking hard to try to get her eyes to focus. "There’s still a bit left in the bottle. I didn’t drink enough to get plastered." The smell of whiskey on her breath was potent.

"Uh huh," he said, glancing around for the bottle. He found it and scooped it up, intent on returning it to the kitchen. "Well, I think you had enough, unless you and the porcelain throne wanna get real acquainted."