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ddejavvu · 12 days ago

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Doctor's Note - Sodapop Curtis x Reader

summary: you stand soda up, accidentally

contents/warnings: soda is somewhere around 18-19, mentions of his failed relationship w sandy, distrust/miscommunication, angst -> fluff. based on my very painful experience this morning with crippling back pain

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Selfishly, sometimes you wonder what it would have been like to date Sodapop before he'd met Sandy. When he was more carefree, when he wasn't glancing at any man you talked to just a second too long. He's not possessive- and even if he is, he doesn't enforce it. But you know he's wary, and you know it's her fault.

Darrel had warned Soda to stay away from girls for a while, to give himself a break. And he had. Two long years later his hiatus was broken when you'd come into the DX fiending for a coke, and when you'd asked, 'Do you know where I could find a soda 'round here?' his eyes had glimmered with opportunity, and he'd pointed proudly to his nametag.

"Right here, ma'am. No caffeine in me but I could keep 'ya up all night if you want me to."

It had been so wildly crass, so insanely audacious that you'd burst out laughing, both from the absurdity of his name and the brashness of his comment. He'd apologized for it, too, twenty minutes into your conversation that lasted an hour.

"I didn't mean what I said earlier. I mean- I don't usually come on strong like that. Couldn't stop myself- prolly got it from my friend Two-Bit, he's always crackin' jokes like that. Hope you didn't think it was greasy."

"I think it was very greasy," You'd laughed, tilting your chin towards the tin of hair grease abandoned at the other end of the counter, "I thought that was the whole point."

"That's my buddy Steve's", Soda had told you, light dancing in his eyes as he readjusted his elbows on the counter to lean further towards you, "He does these real fancy swirls in his hair, and I've been able to do 'em a few times, but mainly I just slick mine back, and half the time I don't even grease it anyways because I'm just bummin' round the house so there's no need. My other friend-"

He was a natural-born talker, and you'd been just as caught up with talking yourself as you were with listening to him. It had taken the reappearance of his aforementioned coworker, Steve, for you to glance at the clock, and realize that you were 40 minutes past the time you should have been back at work from your lunch break.

You're surprised you hadn't scared Sodapop off with your swearing alone, but you'd managed to scribble your number onto his hand before you'd left. You hadn't even remembered to buy a drink, but he'd brought you one when he showed up for your first date.

Now, three weeks later, you're getting ready to show up to his house. This is a big thing: you're meeting his brothers. He's told you so much about them you feel like you know them, and he's also given you your fair share of warnings, too. Darry's too stern sometimes, and it might take a while for him to warm up to you. Ponyboy's an awkward teen, and on top of it, he'd trusted Sandy- they all had. You know you've gotta prove yourself better than her, and you're starting with some sweet perfume and a bundle of flowers for their dining table.

"Get your bum ass off the couch and vacuum," Soda's hands shove roughly at Ponyboy's thighs, "She's gonna be here in thirty minutes!"

"Jeez, Soda, she's not my girlfriend," Ponyboy grumbles, but he stands and heads for the closet where the vacuum lies all the same, "Don't understand why I have to be the one cleanin'."

"'Cause Darry's the one cookin'." Soda glares at him, "And I'm cleaning too. I've been cleaning for days."

"Bathroom looks good, little man." Darry voices his approval from the kitchen, "Thought I was gonna die of shock when I realized you'd scrubbed down the toilet."

Not much conversation is heard over Ponyboy's aggressive vacuuming, but Soda calls the cleaning at five minutes to your arrival time.

"Okay. Rules again?" He looks expectantly at his brothers, and Darry looks irritated that he's being grilled this time.

"No judging." Ponyboy grumbles, but he doesn't think it's fair, because Sandy had seemed so nice and sweet, and she'd run right out on Sodapop. So he feels like he has to judge, because maybe Soda's gonna get hurt again. He doesn't want that.

"No grilling." Darry continues, equally put-out by Soda's request. He wants what's best for his brother. Sodapop's two-year long relationship drought was refreshing, and he's seen the boy blossom into a wonderful man. Still, he can't help feeling some lingering resentment towards Sandy, and he knows it's not fair to attach it to you, but he doesn't know what else to do with it.

"And no arguing at the table." He glances between Darry and Pony both warily, "I mean it, this isn't the night to discuss grades or curfew or chores. Just- be nice to her. Treat her like a real guest."

"Alright, little buddy." Darry secedes, squeezing Soda's flannel-clad shoulder slightly, "Now, you gonna go wait by the door for her?"

"No! I'm not that desperate." Soda scoffs, but Darry notices the way he flops down into his eldest brother's armchair, the only seat in the house with a view of the front walkway. Ponyboy settles himself awkwardly on the couch, watching cartoons even though there's an anxious tension in his skinny shoulders.

You're set to arrive in two minutes, and Soda's practically vibrating out of his seat. There's no sign of the cute little sundress you said you'd wear today, but that's okay, because he thinks it's so considerate of you to show up punctually versus early. if you'd come fifteen minutes earlier you would have seen him near-tears over the spot of chocolate that wouldn't rub out of the wall behind the television. Ponyboy had pointed out that there's no way you would have seen it unless you'd been wedged between their tv and the wall, but Soda was not going to invite you into a messy home.

One minute goes by, and Soda's cuticles hurt from where his nails tear at them. He tries to stop himself- after all, you wouldn't want to hold his hand if his was bleeding. But his next nervous habit becomes fiddling with the hem of his shirt, which isn't nearly as satisfying for his fingers.

He waits for what he's sure is more than a minute, which means you're due to flounce up the stairs in seconds. But he doesn't see you, and he knows Pony's watching him crane his neck every three seconds to look for you. So he tones it down- after all, he's got a 10-minute grace period at the DX for his shifts. If he can clock in at 8:10 and still be 'on time', you can show up a few minutes late.

"Any sign of her?" Darry pokes his head out of the kitchen, seeing the front door still shut. Soda shakes his head- then he catches a glimpse of your hair color outside the window. Upon further inspection, it's a stray cat. Ponyboy snorts at him, and Soda sinks back into the recliner.

Okay, so you've used up your grace period. But Soda gets it- you probably sang one too many love songs about him in the shower, and now you're tripping over your own feet trying to run to his house. Or the bus was late, or you missed it entirely, and you'll show up before the food goes cold.

Fifteen minutes go by, and Darry hovers over the finished meal, wondering whether he should plate it or not.

Twenty minutes go by, and Darry considers removing one plate from the table.

Thirty minutes go by, and Darry turns off the stove.

An hour goes by, and Pony retreats to his room for some homework time. Darry's meticulously cleaning the kitchen, but Sodapop thinks it's more because he doesn't know what to say than because he thinks you'll judge them for a grease stain on the wall.

When Darry's scrubbed the kitchen raw nearly an hour later, he pads softly over to Soda where he still rests in his armchair.

"Soda, I- listen, I don't think she's comin' tonight."

"I told her today." Soda's got his fingernail pinched between his teeth, his leg having long-since stopped its nervous bouncing, "I- I know I told her tonight, and she said she'd be here, but I-"

Darry's hand squeezes his shoulder again, this time tighter, and something awfully familiar resurges in Soda's chest where it's laid dormant for two years.

"C'mon, little buddy." Darry urges him up out of the chair, "Let's turn in early tonight."

Soda's not doing his best work despite having gotten eleven hours of sleep the night prior. He's sluggish and mopey, and Steve sticks him on the register so that no one risks a foolish mistake to their car. Soda stares at a knot in the wood grain, chewing on the inside of his cheek, and doesn't look up even when the entrance bell dings.

"Soda-" He hears a voice, one that he'd been waiting since last evening to hear, one that exacerbates that sickly feeling in his chest. He hasn't been able to shake it, and your face had blended with Sandy's in his nightmares last night.

"Soda, I'm- I'm so sorry."

"Why didn't you show?" He barely has the courage to look up at you, but he does, because last time he'd groveled. He'd begged, pleaded, bargained with her to stay with him, and he wasn't going to do that this time. He was going to be the man Darry wanted him to be.

"I'm sorry." You repeat, clutching a paper in your hands, brows permanently furrowed, "It was an emergency. I was getting ready, and- and all of a sudden my back started hurtin'. Real bad, Soda, I- I had to lie down on the ground."

Soda watches, interest piqued, as you stagger towards the counter, clearly limping. Sickness is replaced with worry in his chest, and he watches as you brace yourself against the register.

"My folks didn't get home for hours. I was just laying there, I- I couldn't reach the phone, I couldn't move my legs, I was just stranded there." Your voice thickens at the memory, and you sniffle absentmindedly, "Soda, I would have called you, I just- I couldn't move. I swear. I tried, Soda, I swear I tried to get to the phone, but it was so painful. And then when my parents got home they had to carry me to the car 'n all, and the emergency room took forever, and- and we didn't get home until three in the morning, and I knew you'd be sleepin' so I didn't call, and I felt so bad because I knew you'd be waiting on me, and- and I'm so sorry, Sodapop."

All at once yours and Sandy's faces come undone in his mind, and hers is cast aside as he studies yours. There's tears, big shiny ones lining your eyes, and your chin trembles slightly. You're still clutching the paper, and when you realize he's glancing at it, you gasp.

"Oh! I- um, I got you a doctor's note. I didn't want you to think I was lyin'."

You push the page towards him on the counter, and he takes it with trembling hands.

'Patient Y/N Y/L/N admitted to emergency services at 8:49 PM Wednesday, 30th July. Diagnosed with severe lumbar muscle strain. This patient is placed off of work from 7/30/1968 through 8/05/1968.

Patient would like to add that she did not intend to stand up her date with one Sodapop Patrick Curtis on Wednesday, 30th July. Patient would like to reschedule for another night. Doctor prescribes a calm, laid-back dinner date until patient recovers.'

"Had one hell of a time trying to get him to put that in there." Your sheepish voice pipes up from where Soda's reading the last words on the page, "But I told him you were a nice boy and he said there's not many of those around here. I'm sorry, again. I'm so sorry."

Lumbar muscle strain rings a bell in Soda's head. It's something Darry's definitely mentioned before, the few times they've bullied him into seeking medical attention for all of his blue collar aches and pains. He's sure if you're hurting the way Darry does sometimes, that you weren't lying about not being able to move.

You're staring at him like you're worried he'll send you away, and the piece of paper in his hands is the only thing stopping him from doing just that. But he glances down at it again, and takes a deep breath.

"It's okay. I believe you. My brother Darry, he- he pulls muscles sometimes. Don't usually see him cry, but I do when that happens. Are you okay?'

You visibly relax at his words, but something in your back must have protested the movement, because your face pinches up again.

"Um- yeah. Mostly. It hurts when I move too much." You admit, "But I had to make it down here to see you. I'm so sorry. Were you- were you angry at me?"

He doesn't think so- he was offended, he was disappointed, but most of all, he's pretty sure he was beating up on himself more than he was beating up on you. It felt like it did the first time, and he was the common denominator in both.

"No." He answers honestly, "But- uh, I think Darry probably is."

You wince, and he doesn't blame you. But he holds the note a little tighter, "But I'll tell him what happened. Like I said, he knows what that feels like. Don't worry about it, honey. You- uh, did you want to still meet them?"

"Of course! Of course," You nod eagerly, bracing your weight against the counter, "Do you still... want me to meet them?"

"Of course." He echoes, finally breaking his stoicism with a grin, a shy one as he reaches for your hand over the counter, still clutching the note in his other hand, "Can't argue with the doctor's orders."

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fandomxo00 · 1 month ago

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Ok let's imagine: Laura's teacher

note: yall i have too many imagines idk which gifs have used and which ones i havent but love love old man logan and wanted to do a teacher fic because i read @mcrdvcks "Until I Found You" and got super inspired, i also love laura and writing for her, almost never edited lmao

It was a rough start becoming a teacher, it was something you always dreamed about. You knew it was mundane, following a schedule and a pattern. But it was soothing to you, it was hard to adjust after a rough childhood, being around an emotionally explosive parent, you didn't have structure. School is where you had that, its where things could feel normal. But then you got older, and it was nothing like elementary school.

You had wanted to teach for younger kids but wound up with the middle school age. You remember a teacher telling you'd be good with junior high age kids. But you had hated middle school and hadn't dreamed of wounding up in one. You worked with your sister while you got your degree, though your majored in English. You loved working with special needs students, so her classroom was a good place.

But you wanted to focus on words, writing, and reading. You worked on building your emotional tolerance, really learning how to compartmentalize, especially with special needs children. There's a lot times you just can't put yourself first because your student needs you. It's a career that takes a lot and sometimes there doesn't seem like much of a reward. But that a student says something funny, or you are just a have moment where you look at them and you just feel care. That you wanna watch them grow because they had so much potential. It was hard when you knew the at-home life wasn't easy, wanting to do as much as you can for your students. You had to learn about boundaries and how much you could talk about with them. When you had to feel like you were almost betraying their trust if you and to report something they said.

If you saw a child in harm's way you had to report something about, not that you didn't want to. The children's safety always comes first, and that reality always hit when you had to make the hard decision. You haven't had to do much, but the times you had all you wanted to do was protect them, get them out of their situations. You did because you never got rescued, it just wasn't bad enough. But enough to set you up with a bucket full of mental issues. Then you dove into your teaching, putting on an act as you stood in a room full of preteens.

It's been two years since you started teaching in your own classroom. There was a whole feeling as you stepped into the room every morning. You turned on the switch for the vanilla candle melts, it had just turned seven o clock, when you look up to see Laura. She medium short hair, dark brown almost black eyes, she had a green backpack and a jean jacket. She wore sunglasses but knew when she walked into your classroom her hood needed to be down and her sunglasses away from her eyes. Laura came in early every morning and stayed until you left. You always waited for her father to show up, he would come in some mornings and bring your iced caramel maccatio.

You didn't like to admit but he was awfully handsome. In a rugged sorta way, his beard looked soft, and his eyes were a mossy shade of green. His hand which touch yours as he passed the drink over to you, your eyes scanning his outfit, a black suit, lightly wrinkled but of course he looked good. "What do you do?" You asked, as he cleared his throat, pulling at the tie.

"I'm a chauffer." Logan revealed, feeling lightly embarrassed as you smiled over at him.

"On the weekends I worked as a delivery driver, you like driving?"

"Yeah." He shrugged, "Got a bum leg." Logan nodding down at his right leg, as you scanned his face, before looking down at his leg. You wanted to press and asked what happened but he seemed uncomfortable.

"Thank you for the coffee, Logan." You smiled, before glancing over at Laura who sat at her desk, scribbling down in a notebook. She reminded you so much of you when you were a child. You could tell that she had been through a lot, she seemed to escape into writing just like you. You could also tell she really looked up to Logan and loved him very much. She regularly saw the school counselor for her anger issues, you'd walk her down and cheer her up after her sessions.

Singing 'Shake it off' with her to help her relax, one day her father came, "You listen to Taylor Swift?" Logan gruffed, walking into the room with the ice coffee, Laura following behind him.

"Yeah I do." You replied, glancing over at the Taylor Swift quote on your wall.

"Hmm, Laura keeps playing it." He grumbled.

"I can't say I'm sorry, Logan." You replied, crossing your arms over your chest. "But hey, I brought you a donut." You said, grabbing the box and handing it to her, she grinned up at you, looking up at her dad with a raised eyebrow. She took out a pink donut with sprinkles, humming as she brought it up to her mouth. "You want one?" You asked, as she moved the box up towards her dad.

"I wouldn't want-."

"Just take one." You groaned, mocking him as he grinned over at you. His crow's feet crinkling and making your stomach flutter a bit at the little sparkle in his eyes.

Logan brings up a donut to his mouth, humming while Laura mumbled something about going to the bathroom. He moves the donut away from his face and you stand up grabbing a tissue. Glancing up at him as you dabbed at his beard. "Got some frosting here." You smiled, glancing up into his eyes before leaning over to throw the tissue away.

"Sorry." Logan flushed a little, as you let out a little giggle before Laura walked back into the room with a smile on her face.

Later in the year, you went to a museum it matched the theme of the book you were about to read. You wanted to introduce it to them in a cool way, hoping it would interest more of the kids. Logan had signed up to a chaperone. Laura sticking to your side, which meant Logan wasn't too far off. He was grumpy with everyone but seemed to soften up with you. Little did you know how much Logan liked you. He never questioned why Laura came early and stayed later, you just accepted the coffee with an understanding gaze. He also thought that you were beautiful, even on the days you didn't wear makeup. Logan had been surprised, though he hadn't shown, he'd just scanned your face taken in each curve, freckle and indent.

There was definite tension between you and Logan, the other English teacher met up with you later during lunch. Giving you a look with raised eyebrows, "What?" You laughed, Maggie smiled over at you before glancing over at Logan while he sat by Laura.

"You and Logan." She started.

"What do you mean? We're just friends."

"Brings you coffee almost every morning." She added, you shrugged rolling your eyes. You've known Maggie since elementary school, you weren't surprised that she became a teacher. You weren't on bad terms, but you weren't really close since late middle school. But then you wound teaching the same thing at the same school. Your friendship igniting was nice, though it was really only inside the walls of the school. She had a family, and you were single, your lives were very different. You weren't sure if you were going to find someone, and then Logan walked into your life. Though you doubted he would go for someone like you.

When you got back to the bus, you wound in a seat with Logan. Who took up a good portion of the seat, moving his thighs into the aisle to give you room. Because you were a little bigger, you blushed feeling slightly embarrassed at your size. You imagined that Logan was used to skinny, fit women and you were chunky, and your body was built like models. You had stretch marks, you had extra fat on your love handles and hips. Eventually you healed your relationship with food, and you started to accept your body. But you had a crush on Logan, you wanted him to like you.

Then he pressed against you when the kids started filling up the bus, his arm moving the seat of the bus. You glanced up at him with heat in your cheeks, he was so warm, and he smelt like cigars and coffee. Logan glanced down at you as he heard the thrumming of your heart, noticing the flush in your cheeks. A smile curved on his face, and he moved to look up at the ceiling of the bus. When the kids all filled the bus, Logan moved back a little, but you slid a little closer. The side of your hip pressing into his, he stopped moving away from, relaxing his arm. You sniffed, your nose twitching as you glanced out the window, Logan looking over at you.

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tvgals · 1 year ago

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ THE GIRL WITH THE J’S .

— a new girl at school piques miles interest when she shows up everyday with a new pair of j’s.

— e42! miles morales x black! fem! reader

miles watched you as you walked across the room to the teachers desk, a fresh pair of cement 3’s on your feet. you had your lace front in a claw clip style, your diamond earrings on display for everyone to see. you gave the teacher a note with whatever was written on it and walked past miles to get to your seat — your vanilla scent following you. “damn.” miles whispered. there was something about you. it was only your third week at visions and you were already friends with almost everyone. not just because of your looks and fashion sense, but also because of your personality and humor. you sat three chairs behind miles, it bums him out that he can’t admire you all the time but he does what he can to get by. miles rips out a page from his notebook and writes on it.

‘ where you be getting them shoes from? - miles ‘

miles turned around and told the girl behind it to pass it down to you, she repeats until it finally gets to you. you scrunch your face up when you see the paper fall onto your desk and open it up. you bit back a smile and wrote back, adding a smiley face on the end.

‘ retail, the goat, and snkrs when they drop :) ‘

you pass it forward and it makes it to miles, not without your teacher noticing and telling miles to hand it over. “miles, just give it to me.” she groans, her hand out in impatience. “no. it ain’t bothering you none.” miles shrugs, shoving the paper in his pocket. “fine, no paper? detention for the next two days.” the teacher said, miles face stone cold. when class was over, you waited for miles outside the classroom, flicking him on the back of his head. “why didn’t you just give her the paper?” you ask, walking next to miles while he rubbed the back of his head. “i can’t share our secrets!” miles defended himself, a half smirk on his face. “bro, she wears vans.” you say back, miles giggling at your comment. “see you at lunch?” you ask, walking into ela. “you know it.” miles replied, walking to his next class. while miles was walking down the hall, one of his friends came up next to him and starts talking nonsense — until he starts babbling about you.

“yooo! you know y/n, right?” he asks, his hands holding onto the straps of his backpack. “yeah, what about her?” miles asks, cocking a brow. “i’m thinkin’ ‘bout asking her to the movies or some shi’. just tryna get to her.” he shrugs. miles feels a bubbly feeling in his stomach. he doesn’t know what it is or why he’s feeling like this. i mean, you weren’t his girlfriend, so anyone could ask you out if they wanted to.

“uhh. i mean, do whatever you want.” miles says, his nonchalant tone a stark contrast as to how he was really feeling. “you won’t be mad? i mean, i know you like her ‘nd allat shi’.” he airily laughed, walking into spanish class with miles. “yeah, yeah. ion really care like that.” another lie. miles did care. with his whole heart, actually. “good.”

the second day miles really started to talk to you was the day you showed up with a pair of thunders on your feet. it was the second or third day after they’d come out and even miles hadn’t got them yet. before you were able to walk past him, he stopped you. “where you get them from?” miles ask, pointing to your shoes. “i got them the day they came out. just lucky i guess.” you shrugged with a smile on your face. miles couldn’t help but smile back with a weak nod and an “okay.” you walk to your seat and left miles a swooning mess.

after spanish was over, the two of you walk to lunch together peacefully. that was until miles’ friend had came up to you trying to spit game at you. “yo, y/n?” he says, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “hm?” you hum in response — clearly uninterested. “how bout i take you out sometime? we can go to the movies and..y’know.” he said, bringing his hand down to your waist. “uhh..i actually can’t. me and miles have plans for the next few weeks.” you lied, moving his arm back to his side.

“awl. what you and miles doin’?” he asked, curiousity laced in his tone. “we got projects and stuff. and next week he’s actually taking me to the movies.” you said, holding miles hand for extra effect.

“real shit.” miles grins, internally laughing at how everything was working in his favor. “awe. aight. i gotchu later though.” he said, walking away in shame. you turn to miles with a cheeky grin on your face, miles returns the same look. “you’re a good liar.” miles said, letting go of your hand and wrapping his own arm around your shoulders.

“i know.”

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tarjapearce · 1 year ago

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Lips anon! My heart is gushing from the flash fic and the fluff fic 🥺

Soooooo tasty! 😋

Imagine Gabi and her Mama having their own girl's day out. It's been a while since they got to spoil themselves together because of the wife's pregnancy and taking care of Benji. Gabi can't help but ask if she was difficult when she was a baby. The wife laughs and tells her all about her tiny terror days. How flustered Miguel got as a new dad. Her early soccer spark. How demanding she was with cuddles.

Gabi gets embarrassed and tells her to stop, and the wife laughs and is like, "Don't get mad at me, you asked!"

♥️✨Girls Day ✨ ♥️

Your heart had broken once when Gabi confessed why she was bummed out.

We don't do stuff like we used to, Mama

Of course you had a mini-crisis in front of Miguel, by saying you were the worst mom and the like, but before you could keep berating yourself with unkind words, he offered a solution.

"Go on a girls date with her and have fun."

You had mopped in his chest and hugged him tightly while saying you'd be lost without him. But in reality, he was right.

Ever since Benjamin's pregnancy and birth, and taking care of him it had been a long long time since you bonded with Gabi, she was growing up fast. And sometimes you'd catch her staring at your nail polish and vanity things. You knew she loved sports, but there was little times where she'd just stare at you with piqued interest as you applied makeup whenever you had a date with Miguel.

So you organized a day entirely to you both. The first stop was a pedicure and manicure. She'd giggle as the woman in charge scrubbed her feet. She had chosen a clear nail polish on her feet, so did you but with a French finish on them.

"Are you having fun, mi amor?"

She nodded with a beam as she gasped upon the acrylist bringing in a nail polish box full of colors.

"Pick one."

"Where are we going later?"

"What do you wanna do?"

"Can we go to get some ice cream?"

"Of course, Solecito" She had picked a baby blue nail polish, just as her soccer team uniform.

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You walked side to side, admiring the different shops in the mall, and finally reached the Ice cream parlor.

She asked for a Vainilla topped with caramel and nuts, you went for a frozen yogurt.

"Mama?"

"Hm?" You wiped her chin off a stain of caramel.

"Is Benjamin difficult to handle?"

"Oh? At first he is because you have to keep an eye on him most of the time, keep him clean and such."

"Was I a difficult baby?" You giggled and looked at her.

"Ay princesa. You nearly got your father green hairs." She giggled and looked at you.

"Really?"

"Oh yes. You were a tiny little gremlin that loved to bite Papa's fingers. He was always soo nervous when it came to handle you. He was all careful. A gentle giant." Gabi's eyes lighted as she tried to imagine her dear Papa trying to do all the things you did with Benjamin.

"He was so happy when we went to the doctor and he told us that you were a girl. He didn't sleep that day thinking in ways to call you."

"He named me after Uncle Gabriel didn't he?"

"Correct, yes." You nodded with a smile, "And when you were born? Good lord. Your dad was Mr. Worrywart." Gabi laughed softly as he ate her ice cream.

"He has always loved you. And made sure to have a lot of pictures of you."

"Is that why we have a bunch of photos of me all blurry and weird?"

You tittered and nodded.

"Yes, those are precious to him. I remember when you would just cling to his leg and demand him to cuddle you."

"No way!"

"Oh yes, you can ask him if you want. You've always been a Papa's girl."

"Don't get jealous, please?" She'd grab your manicured hand and smiled, you just giggled.

"What else can you remember?"

"Well, I remember you almost falling down the stairs cause you were fast" Gabi covered her mouth in embarrassment, "I also remember you getting your first ball. You were so fusy after watching a soccer game with your dad."

She scrunched her nose in disbelief and laughed

"Dad was the one that actually introduced you to soccer. The more you grew, the more you loved it. You'd always watch his favorite games with him and play afterwards."

"You love Papa?"

"Oh yes. You have no idea."

"I think I do, I mean. You're always watching him all... lovey dovey. He's a bit more secretive about it, but he loves you."

"I know, mi amor. You, Benji and him are the best things that have happened to me."

"Even though sometimes Papa is a bit cooler than you?" She looked nervous on her words but you just cupped her cheeks and squeezed her softly.

"Oh no. no. Don't worry, I know he is. Though, sometimes I do wonder if I am a good mom to you?"

She blinked and stared at you curiously.

"Who said you weren't?"

Tears welled up in your eyes slowly, but you just hugged her tightly instead.

"Really?"

"Yeah. I mean, sure sometimes you get mad and are kinda scary when scolding Papa, but you always try your best, and I appreciate that."

"Who taught you that word?" You'd ask in between little sobs.

"Our teacher. She taught us to express our appre... appreciation to others."

You now wanted to hug that woman.

"She taught you well. And It means alot for you to say that. Really." You kissed her forehead.

"You know I love you, right?"

You nodded as she cupped your cheek and giggled.

"Of course I do, mi amor. C'mon. I have a surprise for you."

At the end, it wouldn't be a Girl's Day without shopping. You'd get her a new set of crayons, some art kit and of course a little toy makeup set.

She'd show Miguel her nails and the stuffs you'd get her. She ran to her room to try her things, as you stayed with Miguel.

"Thank you." You kissed him, "She's so wonderful. Even though she thinks you're cooler than I." He chuckled and pulled you closer.

"Had fun?" He'd hug your waist.

"Best day ever."

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fan-fantasies · 1 year ago

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Jealousy and Dreams (part two)

A/N: thank you so much for the fantastic response to the first part! The ending on this one sucks but I hope you enjoy nonetheless!

Pairing: Rhea Ripley x Reader

Warnings: jealousy, oral (f receiving obvi), fingering, swearing probably

Part one

Rhea was sleeping peacefully when she felt you moving against her. You pressed your ass further into her hips as you squirmed.

“Mm-more,” you mumbled.

Rhea’s eyes shot open.

She looked at you sleeping next to her, a small sheen of sweat covering you.

“Please,” you whimpered. She looked over to Damian in a panic, not wanting him to hear you. But he was a heavy sleeper and didn’t even stir.

Rhea wasn’t sure if she should wake you or just let you…finish. She placed a hand on your shoulder with every intention of giving you a gentle shake.

“Oh Rhea,” you sighed.

She froze.

She definitely couldn’t wake you now; that would be too awkward. Or would it? You wanted her to some extent and she wanted you so maybe it would work in her favor.

Before she could think on it further, Damian let out a loud snore that seemed to scare you out of your dream and back into a deep sleep.

Rhea just laid there, staring at the ceiling with a smile on her face.

Morning came much to soon and you woke up feeling hot, thanks to the Australian beekcake that was pressed up against you, holding you tightly against her.

You were sure your heart pounding in your chest would wake her.

You stirred a little trying to get more comfortable, but Damian was already awake and once he saw you were too, he clapped his hands together loudly.

“Finally!” He yelled.

“Why are you still here?” Rhea groaned, rubbing her eyes. She was hoping for some privacy this morning.

“Because we’re getting breakfast before the flight. Let’s go, ya lazy bums,” he chuckled. Why did he have to be such a morning person?

“Good morning,” Rhea said to you, shooting you a smile.

“Morning; how’d you sleep?” You asked, sliding from the bed to get ready for the day.

“Ya know, I actually had the craziest dream with you in it,” Rhea told you, waiting for your reaction. You paused, waiting for her to continue.

“What was it about?” You asked hesitantly, your own dream flashing back into your mind. She got out of bed and stood behind you.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” she whispered in your ear before laughing. She sauntered into the bathroom, leaving you flustered. What has gotten into that woman?

You met up with some other folks to grab breakfast before a quick flight. They could all tell you were on edge about something and Rhea made sure to stick to you like glue which definitely wasn’t helping the situation. You felt like you were going to explode.

“You okay, gorgeous?” Rhea asked, plopping down into the seat next to you on the flight.

“I thought Finn was sitting with me this time?”

“He asked to switch, is that okay?”

“Oh yeah, of course! Why wouldn’t it be?” You laughed nervously.

“Just wanted to make sure,” she said, giving your thigh a squeeze. You thought she’d remove it once she was done, but she left it there which had your heart racing.

Thankfully the flight was a short one and the drive to the venue for the live show was even quicker.

For live shows, you got to do your own hair and makeup so you did something simple You liked the live shows; there was less pressure and there could be more fan interaction. You’d usually chat with the fans sitting behind your chair and tonight’s crowd was particularly chatty.

You could tell the young man behind you was attempting to flirt with you. You did your best to remain friendly and professional. He wasn’t bad looking and was actually quite funny, but there was only one person on your mind.

And that person also noticed that your new friend was flirting with you. She had her own match against Natalya and she couldn’t keep her eyes off of you. Every time she saw the man lean over and say something to you, making you smile, she’d slam Nattie a little harder.

The assault was short, Rhea pinning her in her favorite style all while maintaining eye contact with you. Heat rushed to your face as you announced her as the winner. She blew you a kiss which you pretended to catch.

Rhea remained ringside for the next match which was Dom versus Ali. She did her best to focus on the match but she couldn’t help but watch as the man behind you wouldn’t leave you alone. Finally, having enough, she stomped over and grabbed your chair.

“Back off, she’s Mami’s girl,” she snapped, lifting you and your chair and moving you away from him.

“Rhea,” you shrieked as she finally set you down.

“Stay put, sweetheart,” she whispered, leaning down and pressed a kiss to your cheek. The crowd was whooping and hollering at her display. You certainly didn’t mind, you just couldn’t tell if it was all for show or not.

Dom ended up winning his match and thankfully it was the final one. You had a lot of feelings to sort through and you didn’t feel like doing it in front of thousands of people.

You went backstage to grab your stuff but ran into Damian before you could reach it.

“Hey! Great job tonight,” he complimented.

“Thank you! I’m exhausted though so I’m gonna go grab my stuff and find a ride to the hotel.”

He turned around and grabbed something from behind him. He turned back around, already holding your stuff.

“I saw it sitting there and figured I’d bring it to you,” he said.

“Oh my god, thank you! You’re a life saver,” you sighed happily, grabbing his hand and giving it a squeeze.

“Do you wanna share a ride back to the hotel? I have one on the way,” he offered.

Before you could answer, you were being lifted off the ground and hauled away.

“She already has a ride!” Rhea called behind her as she carried you off toward the locker room.

“Rhea! Put me down!”

“No, because the second I do, you’re gonna run off and find someone else to flirt with,” she snapped.

“What are you talking about?” You asked. She finally put you down when you got to the empty locker room, most people already on their way to their hotel.

“Damian, Sonya, that random ass guy in the crowd. I swear, you flirt with everyone but me!” She admitted.

“Do you…want me to flirt with you?”

“I’d just like it if you wouldn’t flirt with everyone else.”

“First off, I don’t even know how to flirt. Second, I haven’t been flirting with anyone! And third, even if I was, what’s it matter to anyone else?” You asked. She took a long step toward you, backing you against the wall.

“It matters because you’re mine,” she growled.

“Says who?” You challenged. She thought for a moment before smirking.

“Says you, in your sleep actually. Moaning my name like the desperate little thing you are,” she chuckled. She ran a finger down your cheek and down your neck, making you shiver.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Really? So you’re telling me you haven’t been dreaming about me the last few nights? Tell me, what was I doing to you in those dreams?” She said, leaning in closer.

“Time to go, ladies! Cars are here!” Someone yelled into the locker room. Rhea’s intense stare never left you as she backed away.

“Ride’s here,” she smirked.

Rhea insisted on sitting next to you and it made you feel like your skin was on fire. She knew about the dreams and she was toying with you, you just didn’t know how far she was planning on going with it.

You couldn’t possibly tell her your fantasies. But what if she could make them come true?

“You look like you’re gonna think yourself into a spiral. Calm down, gorgeous,” she said, grabbing your hands that were fidgeting in your lap. “We’re almost there.”

“Yeah that’s the problem,” you mumbled.

“What was that?” She asked.

“Nothing.”

“No speak up. Do I make you nervous?” She asked, leaning in closer.

“No.” You refused to make eye contact with her so she lifted your chin.

“Don’t lie to me. Do. I. Make. You. Nervous?”

“Yes.”

“Do I make your heart race?” She placed a soft kiss on your cheek, quickly pressing another one just below your ear.

“Y-yes.”

“Good, now you know how you make me feel,” she said, pulling away, but still holding your hand.

The driver parked in front of the hotel and you quickly got out, pulling your things from the trunk. Rhea grabbed your bag and carried it with her own which you were grateful for and it was a momentary break from all that had been happening. This was still your sweet Rhea who you cared for, she was just a bit more intimidating now.

She grabbed the key from front desk and led you to the elevator. The tension could be cut with a spoon. Neither of you said anything; you didn’t even know what to say if you wanted to.

You knew what you wanted to say. You wanted to tell her to ravage you and make all of your dreams come true. You couldn’t ignore the aching between your legs any longer. You needed relief and you hoped Rhea wasn’t just teasing and would actually deliver.

Once in your room, you placed your things down and paused for a moment, just to take a deep breath. When you turned around, you jumped slightly, not expecting Rhea to be right behind you.

Before you could say anything, she pulled you closer and pressed her lips to yours. Her tongue swiped your bottom lip before you granted her access to your mouth.

“It drives me insane when I have to watch everyone flirt with you,” she said, easily lifting you up and carrying you to the bed. “Everyone needs to know you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, I swear,” you moaned as Rhea left love bites across your neck. The makeup department was going to hate you after this.

“Tell me about your dreams,” she said, her hands roaming every inch of your body.

“Fuck, it was kinda like this, except with less clothes.”

“I can fix that,” she smirked. She grabbed your top and lifted it over your head. Hers was next to follow as you shimmied out of your pants. “Then what?”

“You went down on me and after you made me cum, you rode my face,” you admitted, too much in the moment to care.

“Is that so? You want me to sit on that pretty face?”

“Please,” you whimpered.

“All in due time,” she chuckled.

She slid your panties down your legs, leaving you bare in front of her. She kissed her way down your body, licking and biting every inch that she could.

She bit particularly hard on your thigh, making you yelp. She just chuckled as she looked up at you through her lashes.

“I hope you’re ready, baby.”

Her head dove straight down to where you had been craving her the most. Her tongue ring nudged your clit just right, making you jump with pleasure. She teased your entrance before dipping her tongue in, fucking you quickly with it.

She picked up speed as she circled your clit, making you throw your head back against the pillows. She stopped her motions causing you to whine.

“Look at me, baby. I wanna see you come undone,” she demanded.

You did your best to look at her, focusing on the pleasure she was giving you. She slid a finger through your folds before plunging into you. She quickly added a second one, thrusting them into you and hitting your spot just right. Her tongue resumed its assault on your clit and it all became too much.

You reached out and grabbed a hold of her hair, holding her in place while you moved your hips to meet the movements of her fingers. You quickly reached your peak, riding your orgasm out against her tongue. She couldn’t help but moan at the taste of you cumming.

“Mami’s turn,” she said, looking at you with a dangerous glint in her eyes.

She removed her pants and underwear quickly before climbing on top of you. You made yourself comfortable as she lowered herself onto your face. She held the headboard to steady herself and began to rock herself back and forth, your tongue happily lapping at her pussy.

The noises falling from her lips were sinful; you could listen to them forever. You did your best to keep your tongue steady against her clit as she fucked your face.

She tasted divine and you knew you could never go back to being just friends after this. You were going to crave her day and night, as if you hadn’t before.

“Fuck, just like that baby. Gonna make Mami cum,” she sighed happily. Her movements sped up until she was using you for her pleasure and you loved every minute of it. Her grip on the headboard tightened before she was cumming on your face. Your name was said like a prayer as she finally came down from her high.

She removed herself from above you and quickly pulled you in for a kiss full of tongue and teeth. She finally slowed down a bit so the two of you could catch your breath.

“Just in case it wasn’t clear, you’re mine now,” she growled, giving you one more slow kiss.

“I promise I’m all yours.”

“So did I make your dreams come true?” She chuckled.

“I think the real thing was even better,” you laughed.

“Just think? Hm, sounds like I didn’t do a good enough job,” she said, making her way down your body once more.

“Rhea, what-“ you were cut off by your own moan as she pushed your legs apart and began eating you out like a starved man once more.

“Just lay back and enjoy, baby. This whole hotel is gonna know who you belong to by the time I’m done with you.”

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catt-leya · 2 years ago

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I was wondering if you could do an enemies to lovers?? I’m so original, but maybe where they are on a run and get lose, and get into a huge fight because reader says they’re lost, but Rick is too stubborn to admit it:) plzzz and thank you!! Also love your posts btw, the bests toe curling pussy twisting smut I’ve read

Hurts So Good || Rick Grimes 18+ ❣Darker❣

Thank you so much for the request 💗 I LOVE enemies to lovers and I tried to make it up to you 💕

Soooo it's new for me to write Rick that way. Please look into my trigger warnings and I hope there are some people liking it 👉🏼👈🏼💗

Trigger: cnc (?), gun play, breeding, degrading, sir kink, darker Rick yeah he's a warning and my usual smutty stuff

You stuff a blanket in the trunk of the car and listen to your best friend talk about her new boyfriend.

You love her to death, but since you arrived in Alexandria, she barely talks about anything but Spencer. Spencer this. Spencer that.

Somehow the two of them found each other and actually got together. That has changed your topics of conversation.

So you grit your teeth and listen to the oh-so-awesome Spencer bring her a bouquet of flowers yesterday.

It's not that you're jealous or anything.

No, you don't even feel like getting involved with a guy, but you just don't like Spencer and you let him feel that every time.

Now, though, you're a good friend and smile at her, "Sweetie, I gotta go."

Several times she blinks at you, as if she's forgotten why you packed some things in the car behind you, before sighing, "Oh yeah. How long is the run scheduled for?"

You shrug and lean your butt against the car, "I don't know. Rick wasn't sure how long we'd be on the road, so I packed a few things for several days and nights."

She nods slowly and you take a deep breath, "I don't even know where we are going."

You notice her glance sideways past you and know she's looking at Rick, who's a few feet away discussing something with Michonne.

Without looking at you, she says, "I'd really like to go with you."

Surprised, your eyebrows go up. Your best friend is not a person who likes to be out in the outside world. She likes the safety of Alexandria, and that's probably why she fell in love with Spencer.

When she looks at you again, she notices your gaze and shrugs, "Not that I necessarily want to fight walkers. I'm happy to leave that up to you. But I'd just like to see you in a little car with Rick, trying not to go for each other's throats."

You roll your eyes, but can't hold back a grin.

The fact is, you already like Rick just fine, it's just that your kind of 'friendship' is driving each other crazy.

Much to the sake of everyone else. That's why it's better that it's just the two of you and you can pick each other apart in peace.

You're about to say something back when you hear Rick call out, "Are you done, sweetheart?"

Again you roll your eyes and smile at him sugary sweet, "Whenever you are, sugar bum."

The nickname Rick gave you at the very beginning gets on your nerves and he knows it very well, that's why he calls you by your real name extremely rarely and always teases you with his stupid 'sweetheart'.

The way he pronounces the word with his broad southern accent sometimes makes you blush unintentionally and to cover that you started to give him the strangest nicknames in between.

As always, he doesn't seem to care and nods goodbye to Michonne, which is your sign to say goodbye to your friend as well.

She frowns, "Sugar bum?"

You bite your lower lip, "I couldn't think of anything else."

She doesn't respond for a moment, until she bursts out laughing, "Oh my God..."

Smiling, you pull her into your arms and murmur, "Take care of yourself" in her ear.

"You take care of yourself, too."

Before you let her go, she whispers softly, "You blushed again, honey. Watch out you don't start drooling if he calls you that again."

Gently, you punch her in the arm and hiss, "I won't."

As she looks you in the face, it feels like she knows more than you do and you have to avert your eyes.

Slowly, you walk around the car and climb into the passenger seat.

You'll have another quick glance at your friend as Rick opens the door to the driver's seat and drops into it.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see him push the sleeves of his blue shirt further up and then pull the door shut.

Without a word to you, he shifts into first gear and drives through the open gate.

You suppress a soft sigh and lean your head against the window beside you.

For a long time you don't speak a word to each other and you think that Rick doesn't want to start a fight as long as you depend on each other beyond all measure.

After a few hours, you exchange positions and he calmly instructs you to follow the road until you come to the next intersection. When you ask him approximately how long that will take, he just mutters, "Long enough, sweetheart."

You stifle a comment that his answer is vague and start up.

Again and again you look over at him out of the corner of your eye and at some point his soft snoring enters your ear.

Unwillingly, you have to smile and now look at him properly.

His head is leaning against the window pane, like yours before, and his arms are crossed in front of his chest.

Although you can't see his eyes, you know they're exactly the same color as his shirt, and because he has those beautiful dark curls, his eyes always seem much brighter in the daylight.

You catch yourself thinking about him way too hard and jerk your head back around to look at the street.

Again and again you repeat in your head: I don't care how beautiful his eyes are.

For some time you force yourself to look at the road, but eventually you weaken again and look back at the sleeping leader next to you.

He wrinkles his nose slightly in his sleep and you can't help but notice how soft and almost innocent he looks in his sleep. You could easily forget how many people he has already killed with his hands, looking at his soft features now.

Even with the grayish beard, he looks much younger in his sleep and as you catch yourself staring at his pink slightly parted lips, you mutter, "Holy shit."

It's not supposed to be that loud, but immediately Rick slams his eyes open growling, "What's wrong?"

Sleepily, he looks at you and frowns. All softness is gone from his features and you don't even realize you're still staring at him until he grumbles, "Look at the road and not at me."

The fact that he caught you staring at him by your own stupidity, makes you blush and you immediately look back at the road, "Sorry."

Now it's you who feels his gaze on you, praying that he'll just let it go, but hope is in vain, "What happened?"

"Nothing," your voice is a little too high and you hear Rick sigh softly, "Then why were you staring at me like that?"

His snotty question, makes you snap, "I wasn't staring at you, you dumbass."

"So did you strain your neck or what?" he teases.

He knows for a fact that you were staring at him and now he's going to use it to drive you up the wall, which unfortunately works out just fine, "You were snoring so loud I wanted to make sure you weren't going to use it to attract walkers."

He snorts and you mentally pat yourself on the back.

You can finally get back to focusing on the track ahead of you.

You drive for what seems like an eternity on the road Rick told you about, then ask him, "Are you sure this is the right place? It doesn't look like there's anything here."

You've long since left the housing complexes and now there's nothing here but woods. Not even a small field where you could find crops is visible and you frown, "Rick?"

By the time you look to him, he's pulled out a map too and seeing his lost look, you groan, "You have no idea where we are."

His jaw tenses before he growls, "I know exactly where we are."

You spot a narrow path at the edge of the woods and pull off to stop, then turn in your seat to Rick, "Where are we, Sheriff?"

Vaguely he points to a spot on the map and you lean over to take a look at it too, "You don't think we're anywhere near Atlanta yourself, do you? We should have seen the skyline by now, Rick."

The forest he points to is close to the big city, and when you left Alexandria, you were going in the opposite direction.

But of course Rick wouldn't admit he has no idea which forest you're parked in, "The trees are just so tall we can't see the skyline."

You lean forward some more and your chest brushes his arm, "Why don't you just admit you have no idea where we are and let us out of this damn forest?"

He stiffens a little and then grumbles, "I know where we are."

You groan in annoyance, "Oh Rick." If your breasts weren't touching his upper arm, you wouldn't have even noticed, but he flinches as the words leave your mouth and immediately you blush.

You know what he must be thinking about and then you quickly say, "Swallow your pride and admit that you got us in deep shit."

Rick snorts and turns his head in your direction.

Because you're still leaning so close to him, his face is suddenly way too close and you slide back into your seat as he growls, "Maybe it's your fault if I couldn't tell you 100% where we are right now."

You laugh out loud because he phrases it as if it's just a possibility and not a fact that he doesn't know what shitty forest you're hanging out in, "My fault? How so? YOU told me to take the road."

He throws the map in the back seat and looks at you with bright eyes, "I told you to go all the way to the intersection. It's not my fault you stared at me for half the drive and probably passed the intersection when you needed to catch your drool."

Staring at him in disbelief, you almost shriek, "You miserable asshole."

You yank open the car door and get out, because if you didn't, you'd rip Rick's head off.

But instead of leaving you alone, he gets out too and you throw your arms up in the air, "How could I have ever gotten involved in going on a run with you?"

You go back and forth, "If we croak, it's your fault. Only your fault. You got that?"

Rick thrusts his hands on his hips and growls, "Sure, if it makes you happy."

Jerking, you look him in those ridiculously beautiful eyes, "Happy? You know what would make me happy?"

Your voice becomes shrill, "If I wasn't standing in the middle of nowhere with you."

You can see him struggling for self-control and clenching his hands into fists, "We. Are. Not. Lost." Every word is a growl and you turn your back on him, "I'll check the road for a sign so I know where we are if you're too proud for that."

You take a step and he demands, "You stay here."

Laughing in disbelief, you look at him over your shoulder, "Oh yeah? I'm certainly not taking orders from you now."

He takes a step toward you, "Stay here."

At his full height, he towers over you significantly and if he were to reach out, he could touch you. Challengingly you look at him, "Or what, Rick? What are you going to do if I just leave now and let you sit here, huh?"

Something you can't place flashes in his eyes and your eyes lock onto his Adam's apple as he swallows hard.

Suddenly your throat goes dry and instead of just going and leaving like you cockily announced, you stop in front of him and wait for his reaction.

You blame it on the adrenaline in your veins that you suddenly feel the need to reach out and put your hand on his chest.

To feel his heartbeat beneath your palm.

Your body leans towards him, that's when you hear a crack in the bushes and before you can even react, Rick has already drawn his gun and is aiming at whatever should come out from between the trees.

Groaning, a lone walker emerges from the trees and when Rick doesn't lower his gun, you put your hand on the cold barrel of the gun and press it down a bit: "We can take him."

He doesn't quite lower the gun and looks down at you, breathing heavily.

You give him a weak smile, "Let me do that."

Gently you push the gun down even further and when he finally lowers it, you disengage from him and pull the knife on your thigh.

This one walker gives you no trouble and as he lies dead at your feet, you turn back to Rick who is watching you.

Still holding the gun, he looks to you and you clear your throat quietly, "What, you need to get something off your chest?"

The silence is cutting until he harshly demands, "Come here."

You raise your eyebrows in disbelief, "Haven't we been through this? I don't take orders from you."

His eyes don't leave you for a second as he lifts his chin slightly and hisses, "You come here now, or I'll come to you, and you don't want that. Trust me."

Your whole body screams to move toward him to find out what he wants, but your stubbornness is not so easily put out of action, "Rick-"

The knuckles around his gun turn white, "Now."

The tone in his voice actually makes you walk toward him, and as soon as you're within his reach, he grabs you by the arm and tugs you toward the hood.

His grip is so tight that you struggle against him, suddenly feeling something like panic as you realize you don't stand a chance against Rick.

He pushes you in front of him like a doll and presses your upper body onto the hood.

Panicked, you try to push yourself up with your hands, but his hand is heavy on your back and you flounder helplessly on the hood, "What are you doing? Let go of me!"

Your breathing becomes frantic and you can hardly believe it, but you're actually afraid of Rick.

When you think about how innocently he was sleeping next to you in the car earlier and now he's forcing you to bend over the hood, you feel sick.

You try to take a deep breath and relax as best you can as you murmur as softly as you can, "Let go of me, please."

Never having thought about how strong Rick actually is, you force yourself not to fidget as he takes a step closer behind you and you feel his leg against your thigh.

You barely recognize his voice as he whispers, "Stop talking, sweetheart."

Your heart stops for a moment at your nickname and you have to suppress a soft whimper as you feel his hand on your neck.

He's so...close to you.

You can barely think straight through fear and what feels like arousal.

Rick can feel your resistance slowly weakening and he dares to loosen his grip on your neck a little.

When you don't move an inch, he whispers softly, "Good girl."

Shit, he totally digs it when you push up against him. He loves the games you always play when you're teasing each other. He enjoys every minute of it, but after all that shit today, he's had enough.

In fact, he has no idea where you guys are and you having to rub it in his face all the time is driving him nuts.

He sees himself as a pretty controlled man, but as he watched you take out the walker, he couldn't suppress the feeling of finally breaking you for him.

How much he wants you to submit to him is almost laughable.

Quietly, you lie on the hood in front of him and he can't help but look at your pretty ass, which is maddening in those tight jeans.

Rick takes a deep breath and closes his eyes as his cock presses uncomfortably against his pants.

He doesn't really think about it as he rests his gun-holding hand on your soft ass and the cold barrel of the gun slides between your thighs. Roughly you groan and push yourself against him a bit, which surprises you so much yourself that you wince and hope that he hasn't noticed.

The hope quickly disappears as he pulls the barrel a little higher again and you take a loud breath.

Watching your body react is mesmerizing and he stares at your ass, which keeps trying to push against him, "Sweetheart?"

Mortified, you close your eyes and murmur, "Yes, Rick?"

He releases his hand from your neck and briefly you think about straightening up to get away from him, but as his hand reaches around you to grab your pants, your body resists the thought of getting away from Rick's hand and you remain still on the hood, waiting to see what Rick is trying to do.

He turns a little in your direction and instead of his leg, his cock is now pressing against your thigh and he murmurs softly, "Spread your legs."

Your stomach tightens and you do as he says, which makes him laugh harshly, "Oh, when it comes to me touching your pussy, you suddenly do as I say."

It's so incredibly humiliating and you could cry as he pulls your underpants, including panties, down so far that the fabric stretches around your thighs and the cool air hits the embarrassing wetness between your legs.

Almost as if driven by self-preservation, you do try to straighten up, but he quickly pushes you back onto the hood, "Stay down."

These little moments when you seem to be struggling after all turns him on incredibly and he slides a hand between your thighs.

A jolt goes through your body as Rick's fingers brush over your most intimate spot and you hear him moan harshly.

You bite your lower lip as you feel the cool barrel of his gun contrast with his warm fingers on your skin.

He slowly slides the gun in the direction where his fingers linger and immediately you tense, "What are you doing?" You barely recognize your own voice, but you don't care and croak again, "Rick?"

He can literally feel the panic you're feeling, and it's probably completely wrong that that's exactly what's making him harder.

Rick slides the barrel of his gun between your butt cheeks, enjoying the way you flinch as the metal of the gun digs into your soft skin.

He pulls his fingers from your wetness and instead slides his gun between your already swollen labia, "You take what I give you, sweetheart."

You whimper, "You can't be serious."

Firmly he pushes the barrel of the gun an inch inside you, "Does this feel like I'm not serious?"

The barrel is wide and you so damn tight that you feel like he's tearing you apart inch by inch as he slowly pushes it inside you. As he does so, the legitimate thought that the gun is loaded fades completely into the background and all you can feel is the cold thickness penetrating deeper and deeper into you.

Groaning, you squirm and gasp, "It's too big. It hurts."

Your pussy clenches around the barrel and Rick pushes it in a little deeper again, "Does it?"

Whimpering, you nod and look up at him for the first time since he forced you over the hood.

As you look at him with eyes veiled in arousal, his cock twitches and he tilts his head a little, "Why don't you beg me to stop then?"

He pushes the barrel a little deeper into you again and you moan, "Rick..."

It feels so incredibly dirty to be at his mercy like this, and yet you want more.

Pathetically, you try not to tighten around the barrel of the gun again, taking in as much as you can, which doesn't escape Rick's notice, and he grumbles, "Then stop lying and take it like a good girl. All of it."

Trembling, you yip, "Turn me over. I want to look at you while I do it."

He pulls the gun back a little and immediately you miss how deep it was inside you.

"What was that?"

You can tell by his voice what he wants.

What he's always wanted.

For you to beg him.

"Please, turn me around. I'll take anything you give me, but please...I want to look at you while I do it-" Briefly you take a breath "Sir."

Growling, he grabs your waist and reaches around you so he can spin you around so you're sitting on the hood and he can keep the barrel of the gun inside you.

With your lips slightly parted, you watch Rick pull your pants down to your calves and then climb over them so he can stand between the fabric and your body like he's trapped.

But only you feel like you can barely breathe because he's so close to you and your pussy is still being stretched.

Finally he looks you in the face again and the pure lust in his eyes makes you lean forward and put your lips firmly on his.

Rick grabs your chin with his free hand, pushing the barrel of the gun deeper into you again.

The feeling is so intense that you break the kiss and bite his lower lip to stifle a loud groan.

With his hand on your chin, he forces you to open your mouth and release himself so he can lean in and murmur into your ear as he thrusts into you again, "Do you like that, sweetheart? Do you like me fucking you like a whore with my gun?"

The thought of what he keeps thrusting into you makes you go crazy and you bury your face in the hollow where his shoulder meets his neck to muffle your moans, "Yes, oh god yes..."

You could never tell anyone what you let him do to you and that makes it all that much more wicked.

Your moans vibrate against Rick's hold and he takes his second hand to touch your clit.

It's only a small touch, but your hands tangle in his hair and he continues to tease, "So pathetic."

He knows exactly what he's doing and what he's denying you as you start to move on his hand to get more, but the circles he draws around your clit are too slow and he knows it.

Whimpering, you cry, "Please, Rick...please, sir."

You're so pathetic in his arms that he can't suppress a laugh, "Stop whining."

He's pushed you to the point where you'll do anything for him.

Anything just so he wouldn't stop.

Trembling, you spread your legs as wide as you can and push your hips closer to him, but his touch remains frustratingly light and gentle, making you cry, "I'm begging you...please...what do you want me to do...I'll do anything..."

He presses a little harder on your clit and your pussy tightens around the gun inside you, "Anything then?"

You jerk your head back to look him pleadingly in the eyes as you whimper, "Anything."

He loves seeing that addiction in your eyes and he tilts his head as he pulls the gun out of your dripping pussy and you moan in protest, "No..."

Rick raises his eyebrows, "First you don't want to and now you do?"

Normally you're eye-to-eye with Rick, but his cocky demeanor makes you shrink into yourself and you whisper, "Please."

His eyes slide over your soft features and flushed cheeks, and he holds the gun shiny from your wetness in front of your face, "Lick it clean."

You hesitate for a second before looking him in the beautiful blue eyes and leaning forward to put the gun in your mouth. At the taste of your own, you roll your eyes and let out a muffled moan before looking back up at him.

Slowly, you let the gun slide out of your mouth and lick it with your tongue.

Rick can't take his eyes off you even if he wanted to.

The way you lick the gun that took so many lives, as if it were his cock and the most beautiful gift in the world, makes even the last rational thought fizzle out and he hisses, "Unzip my pants."

He sets the gun down next to you on the hood and leans back a bit as you reach for his pants with shaky hands.

His cock pressing against the fabric is hard to miss, and your mouth waters as you think of him replacing the gun that was inside you earlier with his cock now.

You undo his holster, which immediately falls to the floor, and then his belt, which holds his pants low on his hips.

Your heart hammers in your chest and you feel your wetness dripping onto the hood below you.

He watches you undo his pants and then reach for the waistband to pull them down over his ass.

His cock immediately pops out and a low moan escapes you.

Your eyes are fixed firmly on the twitching cock in front of you and your pussy clenches at the sight.

The way you sit there and can't look away is the best thing he's seen in a long time.

The fact that a few minutes ago you were still resisting and trembling with fear, while now you are begging to be fucked by him is all he can think about.

You are still staring at his cock, when Rick grabs you by the waist and pulls you to the edge of the hood so that his tip presses against your pussy and you look him breathlessly in the eyes, "Please."

You wiggle your ass to somehow get him inside you, but his hands on your hips are firm and unyielding, "Please what, sweetheart?"

He lifts his hips a little and slides his shaft over your wetness, making you moan hoarsely, "Please, sir. Please, please, please."

You've never begged before and never intended to, but right now all you want is for him to have mercy on you and let you wrap your wet walls around him.

He leans in and his lips graze your ear, "Will you do whatever I want you to do?" His accent is wider than usual with arousal and you gasp, "Yes, sir."

Rick presses an inch into you as a reward and growls, "Always?"

Completely will-less, you press your torso against his and whimper, "Yes, sir."

Another inch, "Good girl."

His tongue licks over your neck, "Do you want my cock?"

Moaning, you close your eyes and breathe, "Yes, sir."

Your voice breaks on the last word and as a reward Rick thrusts his hips forward replacing what was previously the barrel of the gun inside you.

The metal from his gun was cool inside you, whereas his cock twitches hot and heavy inside you, making you almost pass out.

Your hands tighten in the fabric of his shirt to find purchase as he pulls back slightly and then thrusts slowly and deeply into you again.

Gasping, you bury your face against his neck as your pussy clenches around him again and again.

The feel of your wet walls around his cock, makes his heart stop for a moment and a low growl escapes his throat.

You feel so good around his hard cock and every time your pussy tightens around him, it feels like you're just pulling him deeper inside you.

He releases one hand from your hip and uses it to push your hair to the side so he can spread wet kisses on your neck, and you willingly tilt your head to the side to give him more room.

Slowly his thrusts get firmer and faster, causing a smacking sound between your legs that you don't even have to be ashamed of as Rick gasps against your neck, "Fuck, you're so wet for me."

He fucks you so hard you feel like he's rearranging your guts, and you dig your teeth into his neck to stifle a loud moan as he slides his hand between you to press on your clit.

You're already so incredibly sensitive there that you whimper, "I'm about to cum."

His circles around your clit speed up and your whole body is on fire, but he hisses, "No."

You tug at his shirt, "I can't take it anymore."

To torture you, his circles tighten and your legs start to shake.

You force yourself to work against the orgasm as he thrusts firmly into you, "You'll cum when I tell you to, sweetheart."

Him calling you 'sweetheart' only makes it worse and you try to slide away from him so you can comply with his request and not cum on his cock yet.

But his grip is tight and you're too weak to pull away, "Rick...you have to stop...I can't...oh god..."

Your whole body tenses and tears come to your eyes as you actively fight against your release.

It's almost sad that you want to make him proud by suppressing your orgasm and he just hisses, "You take what I give you and I swear I'll spank you if you cum without my permission."

Tears roll down your cheeks and you sob, "I can't take it anymore."

His fingers on your clit and his cock in your pussy feels too good and as he growls harshly, "Now." It tears you apart from the inside.

Never in your life have you come so hard and desperate as when pressed against Rick's body.

Your pussy pulses around his hardness and the feel of your tears leaving wet trails down his neck only turns him on more and he can't help but lay claim on you, "Whose pussy is that, sweetheart?"

Your whole body trembles under his grip and you give a long drawn out moan, "Yours, sir."

He rewards you by pulling his head back a little and kissing you hard on the lips and then gasps, "When I've come in your pussy, it's not just mine. Then you're mine."

Your foggy brain only hears that he's going to come inside you and you panic, "Rick...no...not inside me."

He grabs your chin and looks at you questioningly as he keeps fucking you and you whimper, "Please don't."

You look up at him pleading and trembling and his cock twitches inside your pussy wet with cum, making him grumble harshly, "You're shaking from cumming all over my cock and begging me to stop? You don't really want me to stop doing this...you like when I make your little pussy all wet and sticky, huh?"

Your last resistance breaks and you bring a soft "yes" to your lips before he presses his mouth over yours again and his beard scrapes across your chin.

His fingers dig into your hips and you know you'll be carrying away marks tomorrow as he stiffens and moans harshly into your mouth as he comes jerking inside you.

You've never had a man come inside you before and at the warm feeling spreading through your belly as he thrusts his warm cum into you, you whimper against his swollen lips.

You feel him softening inside you and you pull away from the kiss, blinking.

The adrenaline rush slowly wears off and you stare at Rick in disbelief.

Not only because he did this to you, no, but also because you can't believe yourself that you let him do this to you.

He pulls his cock out of your pussy and you feel his cum mixed with yours dripping onto the hood.

Speechless, you stare at his pretty face as he looks between your legs and slides his hand between them.

He gathers up what's dripping out of you and pushes his fingers, saying, "You are supposed to say 'thank you'." Into your overused pussy.

As if in a trance, you say, "Thank you, sir." And he nods in satisfaction.

Rick surprisingly gently pulls you off the hood and pulls your pants back up over your ass.

You find your own thoughts, "Why did you do that?"

You look so utterly confused that this amuses him deeply and he raises an eyebrow, "What do you mean? That I fucked you or that I put your pants back on?"

He sees you swallow, "The fucking."

Unimpressed, he shrugs, "I wanted you, so I took you. Get used to it."

Speechless, your mouth drops open and he adjusts his own pants as he reaches for his gun on the hood, "We should spend the night here and see where we are in the morning."

You don't even realize he just admitted he doesn't know where you are and can't suppress a whimper as he pulls away from you and walks around the car to the driver's door.

Shit, you're dependent on him.

Something you never wanted, but you already miss his hands on your body and run after him like a lonely puppy begging him to sit on his lap.

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jungshookz · 10 months ago

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LVEB couple morning love making and it’s just so fluffy and horny and something to remind me how single i am😭

y/n is always nice and warm in the morning but for some reason it feels like she's been EXTRA nice and warm this holiday season and namjoon doesn't usually find himself this dizzy with thoughts of his girlfriend but he woke up a little earlier than usual after having dreamt about her (he doesn't even recall what happened in the dream but he's getting flashes of her soft thighs n the smell of her pear shampoo) and when he looks over to see her still dozing peacefully he doesn't want to wake her up but also...

namjoon pokes a tongue out to swipe over his slightly chapped bottom lip as he snakes an arm around your waist and brings you towards him and he can't help but feel a little extra excited at how perfectly you slot into his body

he's trying to be careful to not wake you up but also if you just so happened to wake up because of his attempt to cuddle then that wouldn't be the worst thing in the world

he buries his face into the crook of your neck and takes a gentle inhale of your shampoo and the soft smell of your skin (he always thinks you have a very natural scent to you and you say it's because of all the baking you do) and he doesn't even realize that his left hand has been wandering down this whole time until he's playing with the delicate waistline of your panties, fingers plucking with the little bow at the top

"shit." namjoon mutters to himself, swallowing thickly when he feels himself getting hornier -- he really doesn't know what's gotten into him this morning but he's just hoping that you wake up soon because his situation is starting to ache a little-

"mm..." your brows scrunch together slightly as your back arches slightly in a stretch, your bum pressing against namjoon's front making him let out an involuntary moan

and when y/n is fully awake (albeit still a little bit sleepy) the first thing she's aware of is that namjoon is already awake because there's something stiff pressing against her thigh and she does take the opportunity to tease him a little bit because he usually gets bashful about waking up like this and not wanting to disturb her sleep (truth be told she loves being woken up like this) and it seems to go 0 to 100 pretty fast because soon enough she finds herself with her shorts and panties hanging off of one ankle and the musky scent of namjoon's sandalwood shampoo taking over every one of her senses and-

"joon-" you whimper, a breath catching in your throat when namjoon presses in further, one hand clasping your waist while the other cups your bum and gives it a squeeze

"holy fuck, you feel so good-" namjoon groans, head dropping against your shoulder as a shiver shoots up his spine at the sensation (you feel so incredibly nice and so incredibly warm) and he pulls back slightly before pushing himself all the way in

"please fuck me, please-" you are not a woman of many words outside of the bedroom but namjoon loves how talkative you can get when the two of you are intimate and he's trying very hard to hold himself back and take it slow because the two of you did just get up but when you're begging him for his dick like this especially after the dream he had, he doesn't know if he can control himself any further

anyway lveb!couple supremacy for life

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echantedtoon · 5 months ago

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Ocean Deep Ch10 A Stranger A Husband

(Warnings: Wounds, mentioning of blood and the mistreatment the mers went through, mentioned killing, mentioning of Niko beating Akira, Akira semi throws Y/n, cussing, etc.

I heard the pleas of wanting Rengoku smooching. And I bring you Rengoku smooching.)

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The footsteps echoed throughout the house. The storm still persisted outside. You were half glad it was because it drowned out the noises of you dragging a VERY heavy merman from out of the woods and into your home and because no one in their right mind would be up this early in the morning and out in a storm so it's unlikely that anyone saw you too thank goodness. You did NOT want to explain to everyone why you now had FOUR mermaids living currently in your bathtub. You were also half bummed out it was storming because of the weather you had to trudge through.

Carrying years worth of giant heavy plant pots and bags of fertilizer had helped you supposed. Made your body a bit more hardy than the average woman's.

But you now had to deal with the whirlwind of a new problem you hadn't really fully comprehended yet. There was the problem with the fourth mermaid in your tub. Even now as you carefully brought over the dresses for your friends slung over your shoulder and the tray of food in your hands. You weren't too sure if your new guest ate the same thing as the others but you really didn't really have much of an option. Your footfalls were drowned out by the noise of the storm as you walked down the hallway with the food. It had taken you a little while to cook the fish you had gotten so they should be completely done by now. You slowly approached the door that lead into the bathhouse and reached out a hand to grab it before pulling it back. Immediately a torrent of steam and hot air hit your face and wafted into the hallway. Sent goosebumps over your body and you blinked as the heat hit your eyes. After a moment you looke-

"Y/N'S BACK!! AND SHE HAS FOOD!!," Suma instantly called out from the room .

Whelp. At least that's normal. You poked your head in as the steam disappated and you saw the four mermaids staring at you all bright and smiling. You were taken aback by the intensity of the stares they gave you. Especially the man as he brightly stared at you. All four of them were soaking wet, laid out upon a next of towels laid out on the floor, and they all smelt better especially him. He certainly looked better too without the dirt and blood covering his body. Cautiously you stepped into the room and smiled at them.

"Well it seems like you four are feeling better." You again rain your eyes across the man who still stared intensely at you with an emotion you didn't understand. "How's your wounds feeling?"

"STILL ABSOLUTELY PAINFUL!!", He boomed out causing you to blink at him again. "But completely manageable!!"

You just blinked. "Uh. Right. You should really keep your voice down though. I don't want the neighbors hearing you and asking questions."

"Y/n." Your head turned to Hinatsuru who pointed out the items you were carrying. "What's all that?"

Oh! Right. The food and medicine. You stepped closer and held out the tray of nearly burnt fish out to her. She humbly took it from you. "Breakfast. Sorry it can't be more. I'll see if I can scrounge up anything for lunch later. I also brought you three some clean clothes and medicine for your friend."

His red eyes lit up as you held up the medical kit and the clean clothes to them. "Splendid! I would expect nothing less from the woman who saved my wives' lives!"

You were silent for a moment just looking at him up and down as Makio and Suma fought for the first fish and one of them plucked the clothing from you. The merman gazed at you with a wide happy grin despite the wounds across his body. He said that he was their husband right? He mentioned his name before but it slipped your mind from the intensity of the situation. But now that you were able to break a little, you could get some answers.

"Um. I don't think we've been properly introduced," you started confused but despite it you gave a smile and placed a hand on your chest. "My name's Y/n. Y/n L/n. You mentioned that you were their husband right? So that means you must be Tengen!"

The man hummed blinking and loosing his smile- "HAHAHAHAHA!!" He threw his head back and gave a good hearty laugh that caused the other three to also smile brightly. Like they found it so cute you made a mistake. "I'm afraid you have me mixed up with our other husband. Tengen is the name of our significant other." He brightly smiled showing WAY bigger fangs than the girls and pointed at himself. "I am Kyojuro Rengoku! It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss L/n. Please know that you have my unyielding gratitude for everything you've done for myself and my partners! I'm much thankful!"

"Pfft." Despite yourself you giggled a little bit at his loud obnoxious voice. Instantly the girls gave discreet excited looks behind him. "Well I'm glad you're not angry with me for keeping them here until I figured out what to do. But I am curious about one thing."

"ASK!"

"What were you doing in the river? From what I understand, the rivers are dangerous to travel right now because everyone has moved their nets and fishing there. So why were you swimming there?"

He didn't seem at all offended by your question. "I was desperately searching for my partners." He declared. "I know Tengen told me not too but I was desperate and I had to try. Turns out it was a good decision after all!"

"Uh..." You gestured up and down at his body. "I would have to disagree with that."

"Oh. But you're wrong! I may have been hurt but I discovered that they were safe and not at all in danger!", he declared giving a loving look over his shoulder, "And I even had a chance to meet their new friend who's absolutely lovely!"

You again chuckled. "Well, I guess that's true but no one saw you did they? It'd be dangerous for everyone if rumors of any more mermaids were about."

"I don't believe so. I believe that the fisherman who entangled me in his net just believes that a giant fish snapped his lines." You breathed a sigh of relief. That was good at least. "But I believe that we have much more urgent matters to attend to."

You nodded in agreement. "Right. Your injuries." The kit was taken from under your arm and placed on the floor where you opened it and began pulling out wads of long bandages. "I'll have to get more later in town and some medicine but I think I have enough for now-?!"

You paused. A giant hand reached out to grab yours. You stared at it for a few seconds, blinked, and followed the arm up to the man's face. You stared at Rengoku for a long moment as he smiled widely at you.

"My wounds are artificial and will heal within a months time, the smallest ones won't even be here by the end of next week. But I speak of a much more urgency. We must get back to the ocean. Please. You must understand that this can't be postponed for so long. Please." His hand squeezed your hand tighter but not enough to hurt. "You must take us back."

A strike of lightning filtered through the sky as it briefly lit up the faces of the Mermaids and the room from the limited lantern light about. The silence was deafening as you stared at him for a long moment.

"I-...*sigh* You don't think I've been trying to find some way to get them back? It's nearly impossible. I'd have to steal a horse and cart for it to work-"

You again paused. ... You'd..have to steal a horse and cart to get them back. That was the only way to get them to safety and for you to get yourself out of this situation. But the journey even by horse would take you two weeks at most to get there but...If you did this, it'd be worth it. You'd be committing theft. But you could fix all of this. You could stop the rampaging near the docks, save your friends, and get your life back to normal again. No more Mermaids hiding in your tub. No more worrying about scraping by. No more stress. It'd be like it never happened. All you needed was to commit one bad act of theft. Well it's not like you'd be keeping it. You'd return the horse and cart right after you came back and apologize. You could make up an excuse. Say you tried to get fish from the ocean and failed. Yes..Yes this could work. You couldn't just keep going like this for the rest of your life. Too stressful. And it wasn't fair to them either. You'd do it..but you'd need some time to prepare.

"...I think I have an idea to get you all home." All four lit up as you slowly came back from your thoughts. "But I'm going to need some time. How long did you say it would take for your wounds to completely heal again?"

Rengoku lit up smiling. "Less than a week for the smaller ones but about a month for the larger ones. Will that be enough time for you?"

You nodded. "I think so. I can have you all ready to leave by then."

"Excellent!" He finally let go of your hand so you could move across to tend to his wounds. "I'm so happy this is going better than I thought!"

You didn't comment on him but he slowly sat up hissing so you could apply medicine and bandages to his back and torso. But stopped when you dropped the kit and wrapped your one arm around his arm while the other hand pressed against his chest. His eyes widened in surprise as before looking at the human woman gently helping him to sit up, gently pushing his side until you sat him up fully. She turned to look up at him with a gentle smile and wide pretty eyes and suddenly it was like the happy face of his own wives. Soft, gentle, and yet different in her own way. The girls behind him already were smiling cheekily at his reaction.

"Careful. You'll hurt yourself more." Her voice was low and gentle and he shivered as a shudder ran down his spine.

Wide red eyes could only watch in wide eyed awe as she turned back and picked up a small jar before opening it. Instantly a strange herbal smell hit his nose making it wrinkle up. "What is ...that?"

"Herbal medicine. It helps heal cuts. Since your wounds were cleaned up, I can put this on and bandage you. Now hold still."

Rengoku could only stare at the tiny human woman in awe as she went about caring for them as if they were all the same species. She left right after she bandaged him to wash his wives originally clothing and the towels they used only to return with a broom, mop, and bucket of soapy water to once again thoroughly clean up the bathhouse properly gesturing for them to move out of the way once she got one side swept and mopped so she can do the other before leaving. Only to once again return to clean out the giant tub and refill it with fresh clean no soapy water for them to use. And she brought more food with her for a second feeding of the day humans called 'lunch'. It wasn't fish. No instead it was some random fruits and vegetables which she apologized for before saying she had to leave for work. He found that her routine was usually like this. For the next week it'd be the same thing.

She'd feed them, change his bandages, leave enough food to last them until she came back, and then she fed them again before going back to sleep. Rinse and repeat. He thought the strange routine was rather. However he'd get that familiar shudder in his body when she touched his skin or felt the sting of longing on his lips whenever he stared at her smile too long. His wives always ended up snickering at him as he pouted.. before he took out his urge to kiss on them. Happily lavishing Suma in deep living kisses, letting Makio pepper his face as he smiled dopey eyed, and placing kiss after kiss to Hinatsuru holding them all afraid that one day he'll wake up and find it all a dream again. Until it was Sunday. Her 'day off' as she said it was. She had cleaned up the room again after insisting that he takes a 'bath' along with his wives to stay healthy. Rinse and repeat the cleaning cycle and rebandaging from the past few days before she pushed some cooked small lamb chops and more vegetables over to them.

"Sorry I can't offer you some actual food. I'm down to potatoes and whatever I canned in jars until I get whatever scraps the farmers and butcher shop throws out again."

She apologized for the inconvenience and smiled sadly making his mouth open- But it snapped shut when his wives giggled at him making his face go red and her head turn to look at them in question.

He cleared his throat and smiled widely at her. "No need to apologize! I'm grateful you are doing all you can for us! I'm happy to get to know you better as well. Our long talks are very progressive. Tell me! Are you going to be busy today?"

At this she scrunched up her face in thought. SHE LOOKED SO CUTE!! Before she shook her own hair wet from a bath. "No. Not really. I've already cleaned the house yesterday and I can't go begging again without someone getting suspicious on why I need so much food so many days in a row."

"Then why not stay and spend time with us?," he offered, "I'd love to spend more time with you before we have to go home." He watched her smile and instantly nod. "PERFECT!! I look forward to hearing your beautiful voice!"

She giggled at him again and even leaned into Hinatsuru as she reached out to touch her hair. In fact she embraced their domesticity. Leaning between Hinatsuru and Makio as they fiddled with her hair brushing it out and in turn she did what she saw them do multiple times and ran her hands along Suma's blue tail in search of loose scales. Suma meanwhile babbled on happily about how Rengoku looked so pretty now that most of his smaller cuts were gone. It made him chuckle as he just tossed the entire lamb chop into his mouth. It wasn't that big anyways.

"UMAI!" His outburst had all the girls human including giggling at him. "This is delicious food!" His hand grabbed a random beet next and took a large bite. "TASTY!" More giggles were had as Y/n covered her hand giggling at him. "Y/n, I must say you're cooking is tasty but I have been curious about something. You're home is very large for a single person to live here. Why is that?"

She gave him a look.. before smiling sadly. "My great grandfather built this home for my great grandmother and their family. They had ten children who were my great uncles and aunts and my grandmother. Since then it's been passed down expecting big families to live in it but unfortunately my grandparents didn't have more than my father and my parents passed away before I could have any brothers or sisters."

"...I see. My condolences to you for that. I have only one younger brother myself." He slowly lowered his hand and seemed to think about something else for a moment. "What about yourself? Would you like to have a big family?"

"Well.. Technically I still do. I have a lot of cousins in town or in the city nearby but ..I think I'd like to have a large family myself. But I just haven't been seeing anyone yet so that plan is on hold for now." She waved a hand before smiling at him. "What about you guys? Are you planning on having children when you get back home?"

Oh be still his hammering heart- More giggling confused you as he tried to keep his face from going pink. "*ahem.* Well..I-Im not sure if... It'd be nice to..Aha!" He rubbed his head looking away. "Is it warm in here? Wow! It sure is a nice summer day!"

The girls only giggled at him more as Y/n rose a brow at them all before a sound reverberated throughout the home that had Y/n standing up. A VERY loud and VERY insistant knock. It caused her to immediately stand up startled as all four mermaids also turned towards the noise. There was silence again before the knocking came back louder, almost a pounding as she jolted up. Someone was at the door.

"Stay here." You pointed at the ground and held a hand to your lips. "And keep quiet. I don't know who it is."

They all said nothing but looked at each other as you left. The knocking only getting more and more persistent as you quietly exited the bathhouse closing the door behind you before quickly scurrying towards the door as the knocking persisted more and more.

"Alright! I'm coming!" You annoyed stomped up to the door and grabbed it. Opening it with a scowl before stopping stunned. "..A-..A-Akira?!"

The sandy haired, handsome but silent man stood there frowning at you. It caught you so off guard that you took a few steps away from the door allowing him to step inside. AKIRA?! WHAT WAS HE DOING HERE?! YOU HADN'T SEEN HIM IN NEARLY TWO AND A HALF WEEKS!! Not since you rejected him that day years ago. You did however hear from your boss that he was caught peering into her windows and chased away by her husband who may have been old but was built like a brick house. His family's reputation went REALLY downhill after his aunt stalked your boss and he was spotted Snooping around her house. But the real kicker was last week. Akira had broken into your boss's son's house and was caught by his wife. Apparently what happened was that he snuck inside while Niko was tending to his fields and his wife slept exhausted from tending to their newborns. Unfortunately he'd been making too much noise Snooping around and had woken up said wife who shrieked upon seeing the stranger poking his head into her babies' nursery. Niko had charged in hearing the cries of his wife and children and had found Akira there and..Well...It didn't end very well for Akira let's just say. You weren't sure you believed it when you heard your boss tell you it but you just happened to catch Akira limping down the street from the library one day and to put it nicely..He looked like he fell down a hill of fists that punched him all the way down until he hit a rock at the very bottom. Since then you hadn't seen him or his Aunt Linna around town.

The last time you heard of them was two days ago when Niko took his horse and cart down to their house and brought his mother back the rose bushes she sold them for not paying. Apparently neither put up a fight when he showed up to reposes them. However now he was standing before you now looking pathetic and like he was about to cry. You stared at him in horror as he stared at you

"Y/n..."

THUD!! You squealed out as he fell to his knees and grabbed your dress by the waist.

"Please.. Come with me!"

You blinked in horror. "I-..W-What?!"

"My family has no future here!," he sobbed clenching his fists into your fabric, "The town is doomed and my family's reputation is ruined. My family is thriving in the city so we're going there. Please...PLEASE COME WITH ME!! I LOVE YOU!!"

You stared at him jaw dropped and eyes small. "I..W-What?!"

"I've loved you since we were children! I'm only now pleading because Im leaving! Please! PLEASE SAY YOU'LL COME BACK WITH ME!!"

You felt dread in your stomach. Twisting with fear as you stared at him. "I-"

"Y/n?! Y/N! ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!," Rengoku's voice echoed throughout the hallway echoing down into the room making you freeze and Akira snap his head around. "I hear another man. Is there someone with you?"

All at once it happened. Akira shot up straight at once eyes boring holes down the hallway before eerily turning to you so slowly and creepily that it scared you. "Who. Is. That?"

"I-..." You frowned back at him. "T-That's none of your business."

"Really? Well let's just see about that."

You were astonished as he just turned again and started off down the hallway but quickly you followed behind him. "HEY! You can't just go in there! This is my house! You're trespassing! Stop it!" You grabbed onto his arm. "GET OUT!!"

You were horrified to suddenly be yanked forward stumbling as Akira just jerked his arm forward and away from your reach. You ended up painfully colliding with the same door that he wretched open a moment later, which also meant you fell through onto the door. Silence resumed as you froze where you laid upon the tiled floor. Cold raw fear tearing into your veins. No. No! Can't be- Akira stood shocked from where he was standing in the doorway looking shocked and confused. Your eyes squeezed shut. This was it. Your friends were doomed and you'd be punished by everyone for harboring inhuman creatures in your home-

"Who the hell are you?!"

.....Wait. What?

You blinked out. Looking up at Akira who looked still confused as all hell and angry then you pushed yourself up to look at the tub and went wide eyed. And immediately knew why Akira wasn't immediately accusing you of mermaidnapping. Makio, Suma, and Hinatsuru were no where to be seen, however Rengoku was VERY visible...Or at least half of him was. He was visible from the mid chest up in the tub and had his arms crossed on the edge tilting his head up at you both. It made you freak out at first knowing Akira saw him too..But then a thought hit you..

Akira didn't know about Rengoku at all!

So in Akira's point of view, there was just a naked man in your bathhouse and not a merman with three mermaids who were probably hiding in the bottom of the water. The two men continued to stare at one another in silence. You could feel the long gaze Rengoku was giving Akira, looking at him up and down as if trying to decide if he was more stupid or more dumb. Until he completely ignored the other man and looked at you.

"Y/n, Sunlight. Are you alright?", he asked you concern lacing his face.

You jumped as lightly hearing him but nodded and quickly scurried away from Akira's feet nearer to the merman. You will be fine once you were away from Akira. He still didn't acknowledge the other man even as he fumed seeing you crawl over to him quickly as he reached out a hand and grabbed you concerned.

"You're shaking." A hand of his pressed itself against your face making you jump again as his thick brows scrunched up in more concern. "My little Sunbeam is shaking worse than a wounded tuna at a shark convention."

"What the fuck?! Just who the hell are you anyways?!," Akira demanded pointing at him.

Rengoku didn't speak for a long moment staring into your eyes and warm palms caressing your face- And then all at once Akira nearly choked on his next insult and you froze as strong arm pulled you forward. A sturdy arm held you close, another cradled the back of your head gently and worlds apart connected that day as warmth met your face in the ultimate declaration of affection between two partners.

"Hm?!"

Your body went frozen. Eyes going wide. Face exploding in a red as the man pulled you closer deepening the connection for a blissful moment before slowly pulling away just a smidge. Your lips still touching as warm breath gently caressed your face as his fiery eyes looked back up narrowing into possessive slits. One sentence whispered against your lips as he spoke.

"I am her husband... Bastard."

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drmaddict · 6 months ago

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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.

#simon riley #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost x reader #ghost x reader #ghost x you #ghost cod #cod fanfic #cod men

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myfavouritefoodismilkbread · 11 months ago

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Y/N being a brat on purpose because she likes the punishments

Hyung line

Warnings: suggestive, degradation, punishment, edging, orgasm denial, spanking

A/N: just a subby here who wished these happen to her y’all :)) it’s pure fiction, my imagination, my writing DOES NOT reflect the way the boys really are

Chan

For the last 2 months you’ve played by his rules, you’ve been the perfect little good girl he wanted, but today you felt a bit reckless. You love his spankings, it’s something about his big hands landing on your sensitive skin of your bum. Today was the day when you’re gonna say no, be a brat, you needed the brat treatment, just the tough of it makes your pussy wet.

“Babygirl, the dinner is ready, come eat please” said your beloved boyfriend Chan, and you knew it was your time to shine.

“No, I’m not hungry” you said with a smirk on your lips.

Chan thought that he didn’t quite hear right, you saying no? That’s not something he enjoyed so much. He came by the sofa where you stand playing on your switch, and he asked you:

“Excuse me? I don’t think I hear you right. What did you said, babygirl?”

He wasn’t that angry, not yet at least. So you think you can play harder. Without looking at him, your head invested in the game you played, you said again:

“I said no daddy, I’m not hungry. I don’t wanna”

He look at you in disbelief, what do you mean no? He was tired from today’s schedules, and even so he wanted to cook for you to spoil his babygirl and she said no? He wasn’t having any of that.

“Y/N.”

Now you got him where you wanted. Calling you by your name? He was angry. But it wasn’t quite enough, you decided you could do more, so the moment when you look up at him and told him what you wanted to say, you knew it’s gonna be over for you, your pussy clenching around nothing just by the tought:

“Christopher.”

That was it. The last straw. You calling him by his name? No, this is not happening.

“Bend over my knees. Now. If you’re gonna squirm, cry, scream or anything related to it I’m gonna start over. 10 spanks, you’re gonna count, you hear me, you brat?”

HELL YES. You looked into his eyes and simply told him “Yes, daddy” compling with everything he said.

You bend over his knees, and the moment you put yourself into the position to take your punishment he tore your panties and put his 2 fingers over your pussy which was glistering with your arousal.

You hear him laugh at that, by now he figured out your plan and he said:

“You’ve being a brat on purpose? Hmm, babygirl? You wanted daddy to spank you, princess?”

While he said those words to you, he also put his fingers inside your pussy and start scissoring them, a moan slipped thru your mouth already:

“N-no daddy, ahh, I promise!”

“You fucking brat, also lying to her daddy?”

SPANK.

He caught you by surprise, a sound of pain and pleasure erupted from your month.

“What did I said to you, babygirl? No sounds, or I’m gonna start again. Add 5 more because you didn’t count, yea?”

Lee Know

Minho was scary when he was mad, you knew. But something about mean Minho got you butterflies in your tummy, also, when you were being a brat it always end up with you squirting.

His punishment were not easy, he liked to edge you ‘till the verge of tears and denied your orgasm until he was convinced you deserve to cum.

Today was the day, you wanted to make him mad, so when he asked you if you wanted to go with him at dance practice you knew that was the perfect place.

In one of the breaks, you looked at Changbin and you knew he was gonna be the victim. Without much notice, you said loud enough so your boyfriend could hear you:

“Hey Binnie, you worked out lately? Your arms looks good today!”

At that statement, your boyfriend head snaps at you and he looks at you intensly, but that wasn’t enough. When Changbin attention was on you, you said to him:

“I really wanna go to the gym too but I don’t know where to start. Maybe you can teach me some things, for wannabes”

Changbin smiled at you because he figure it out what you were tryna do, so as a good friend he played along:

“Sure, y/n. If you are free tomorrow, I can show you some things, what do you say, kitten?”

When Minho heard Changbin call you kitten he saw red. Only him gets to call you kitten, and Bin knew. You smiled at Changbin because you knew he was helping you and also to piss off Minho more. When you wanted to respond to Changbin you heard your boyfriend say:

“I’m going home. See you tomorrow. Y/N, get out, now”

At his words you got up and went to the door, looking at Changbin and whispering a “Thank you” to him, he already winked back at you.

You arrive in Minho’s car, pretending that nothing’s happening, and you ask him with your sweetest voice:

“What’s worng, Min? Did something happen?”

He looks at you and you saw how angry he was. He scared you a little but you knew it’s gonna be the ride of your life. He open his mouth and said in his deep voice:

“You wanna be a slut around my friends? It’s not a problem, kitten. I’m gonna treat you like the slut you are, yea? Get in the back, now”

Shit, he is already degrading you, he was mad mad. You get into the back of the car and looked at him with innocent eyes. He asked you:

“What’s your safe word?”

“Teacup” you said looking at him serios in the eyes, a bit scared but excited.

“Good, remember it, yeah? Take your chlotes off”

“But Min, what if someone see us? We are in the parking lot at JYP” you said concerned a little. He just laugh at you saying:

“Let them, everyone needs to know who you belong to. You had to think about that before starting being a whore, yeah? Now put on a show for Binnie, I just text him to come bring me my bottle which I acidentally forgot, yeah kitten?”

Changbin

Changbin never gets mad at you, much of it is because the man loves and cherishes you with all his being.

Sex with him is always vanilla. Don't get me wrong, you love sex with him, he always makes sure you finish first, not just once, at least 3 times.

The thing is that once in a while, when you really piss him off, he fucks you hard, so hard you can't talk. That was his punishment.

Today you felt like he needed to fuck you that way, hard, so you made up a plan to piss him off, of course. Nothing piss Binnie off more than silence treatment. He’s the type of guy who wants to solve his problems with you, he can’t stand you not talking to him, so when he comes in your shared bed and asked you:

“What’s up, Jagi?” you didn’t respond to him. He tought that you didn’t hear him and tell you again:

“Jagiya, hello?”

But nothing. Silence. He started getting worried at first and asked you:

“Jagi what’s wrong, are you mad at me? I did something wrong?”

At that you just glanced at him and turn yourself on the other side, now your back facing him.

Changbin didn’t eat that at all, no. Instead he got mad, pulling you by your hand and turned you to face him telling you in his deepest voice:

“If you’re not gonna talk to me this won’t end well, Y/N. Tell me what is wrong so we can fix it or I’m gonna make sure you won’t walk for the rest of the week, cause I’m gonna fuck this attitude out of you”

You had him. You really had him. So in order for him to do what he told you he would do, you made a gesture you knew it’s gonna be the end for you. You just rolled your eyes, without saying a word.

Changbin was MAD. He pin your hands above your head and placed himself above you, looking strainght into your eyes, saying:

“When I ask you what color are you you’re gonna fucking tell me, understand?”

Fuck yes. You nod your head looking at him. At that he told you:

“Words, princess.”

“Yes, Bin”

He spanked you on your tights.

“That’s not my name, jagi. Tell me again, but use my name properly this time.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Atta girl.”

Hyunjin

Hyunjin was a hopeless romantic and you wouldn’t change that for the world. He called you his muse, the way he called you “baby” so sweet, with pure love in his eyes, he loved you endlessly and he’s convinced he can’t live without you.

But also, Hyunjin have a part in him that the world don’t see it, only you see it, when you’re being a brat. His punishments are just like Minho, hard but always end up with you squirting and in bed for at least 2 days, because you feel so sore.

Hyunjin it’s a person who gets angry easily. He have a temper so much like yours, the difference between you two is that he’s turning himself into a hard dom when he’s mad, something that you love with all your heart and pussy.

Today was one of that days when frustration got the best of you, he leave this morning and let you in your shared bed with the promise that he’ll come home as soon as you could, but the problem is you were horny. So, so horny. So you decided to take the problems in your hands and text him:

“Hyuneee, i need you so bad right now…”

You put your phone down and waited patienly on the sofa of your shared apartament for a reply. 2 minutes pass and you hear a notification on your phone, a text from your boyfriend:

“Baby I promise it’s not gonna take long, in max 2 hours I’m home, yeah sweets?”

You groan at his response, 2 hours it’s too long, so you text him back:

“But 2 hours are too long Jinnie, please, I can’t…”

He saw your message immediately, a sign that he is with his phone in his hands, so you text him another one:

“Shit daddy, I need you so bad rn”

He types. And stop. And types again. And stop again. It was agonizing to say at least. Finally, a message appear on your screen:

“Baby, i’m coming home as fast as I can. Don’t forget that you don’t have permission to play with yourself, don’t even think about touching your princess parts, yeah baby?”

At that a smirk appear on your face. You open the camera and record a video of yourself doing exactly what he told you not to, playing with yourself. You press send along with this message:

“But I can’t hold it daddy, ‘m so wet for you, please it hurts”

After 1 minute you saw that he was offline. Fucking prick, who does he think he is? Telling you to not play with yourself and after that ignoring you? No, you’re gonna show him that this time you make the rules.

You went into your bedroom and take the pink vibrator out of your nightstand, turning it on and place it on your clit, some of the tension starting to fade away.

You didn’t hear the door open, you were too lost into your own pleasure to hear your boyfriend coming in your bedroom, leaning against the door frame, looking at you.

After watching for a few seconds, you heard his voice clear when he said:

“What the fuck are you doing? I told you, you don’t have the permission to do that, why would you want to be a brat, today, hmm? You wanted me that badly, baby? You have me, but the moment I start to touch you don’t you dare to even think about cumming until I give you the permission, you hear me sweets?”

#skz #skz x reader #skz smut #stray kids #bang chan #lee know #changbin #hyunjin

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bellewintersroe · 1 year ago

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Daniel Ricciardo x HornerDaughter! Reader

part 13 - dramaaaaa y/n gets upset when reading some of the weird comments after a little group holiday goes viral and secrets are starting to be exposed. Little bit of a time jump here, I wanted to get to the nitty gritty parts. Also I realised I accidentally wrote the last chapter in first person instead of third? (Or second I can’t remember wtf each one is) oops!!!! Here’s the LINK to part 12.

warnings: mentions of sex, inappropriate touching (consensual ofc) nothing too graphic, hate?? comments& crying. Mentions of readers and Daniel’s age gap, but again the ages are up to you, I’m going no lower than 22/23 because I feel kinda weird about any younger.

“How are you so tanned, Daniel?!” The almost-as-tanned girl sat down on the Australian’s bare lap. Hence the almost, being from England and from a ginger father, she was always naturally pale and tended to use spray tans to make up for the translucency of her skin.

“It’s called being Australian, baby.” Daniel cheekily grinned, holding her bum cheek and giving it a quick squeeze as soon as she sat. “Yeah, but…” y/n scooted forwards, playing with the strands of his hair. The Ibiza sea had somehow made his hair even curlier, even hers had a beachy wave to it that Daniel thought made her look like a mermaid (as he told her 5 times over). He thought she looked beautiful- he didn’t think she could get anymore beautiful until he saw her bikini cladded, in her natural form, cannon-balling off the side of the yacht they’d boarded for the night.

“You’re like so nice and dark, can’t you give some to me?” His eyes, fell to her chest, the baby pink pushing up the swell of her breasts. He just wanted to nuzzle his face deep inside of- “Daniel…” she warned.

“Right, sorry… yeah, I would if I could.” With his eyes back on her freckled face, she offered him a smile, nudging to leave his lap. Daniel’s hands tightened with a soft, “no.”

“What? You wanna have sex… again?” Her brow perked, Daniel felt hot under her gaze, and he couldn’t deny the semi that was growing in his swimming trunks.

“No- yeah.” He couldn’t even lie. They’d been at it like rabbits, and especially on this yacht, on the deck when nobody was watching, all over the bedroom, in the water (comment if you acc want me to write a smut based off this lmao). She was sore from the amount of action she’d had the past two days, but she wasn’t complaining, y/n just thought she needed to give certain areas of her body a rest.

“Daniel.” She groaned, head dropping on his shoulder. “Can’t help my girlfriends fucking sexy as fuck.” His lips pressed to the inside of her shoulder, at first she was about to shudder from the action, but the specific use of girlfriend threw her into a frenzy of excitement. “Oh, I’m your girlfriend now?” She tried to play it cool, but both of them could hear the giddiness oozing off her voice. “Uh huh… if you wanna be?” Daniel nodded up, a closed mouth smile growing on his face. “Yeah.” A giggle escaped her lips.

“Yeah? I already thought you were, you… sausage.” He teased, bouncing her slightly on his knee. “Mmmmh, whatever.” They shared a loving kiss, one that wasn’t helping Danny’s situation in his pants. “I’m gonna go shower.”

“Ok, babe. I’ll get in after you, I’m just gonna go back on deck with the lads for a bit…” The good thing about the pair of them was that they could spend as much time together as possible without getting sick of one another, Daniel felt like she was apart of himself that he’d been missing his whole life- not to sound cheesy. But spending their own time together was so important, and space for y/n felt vital, especially when she wanted to have silent time, scrolling through her tik tok. At least, she thought she wanted some time to herself. Things were going well until a specific video of an overwhelmingly recognisable yacht came up on a video. Her stomach immediately dropped, pictures of her and Daniel, engaging in nothing to explicit, but a few kisses, touches, hugging. Clearly somewhat intimate moments that they kept concealed to the public eye. She swiped furiously, concerned as to what else had been captured. Daniel untying her bikini top, the two of them making out…

Y/n felt her breathing intensify and skin prick with beads of sweat. The comments were what she feared the most- the exploitive pictures were guaranteed to bring unasked controversy.

A mixed response was guaranteed, of course people were shocked, some ecstatic, others doubtful of their age gap. It wasn’t that which bothered her, it was the intruding questions and statements of complete lies and assumptions that rattled her. It didn’t take long for tears to form when people began comparing her to Daniel’s ex’s. Questioning ‘what age’ the relationship started, pointing out insecurities on her body, commenting on their visible intimacy.

Y/n was shaking when Daniel returned into their bedroom. She froze, phone still in hand, automatically turning off her phone as though she intended to hide this from him. “Still in your towel?” He attempted to tease, reaching out to nudge it off her head. The lack of response had him confused, stepping forwards with a slight hesitation.

Daniel questioned if she was crying, before shaking it off, but when she sniffled he was falling to his knees in front of her. “Hey…” he crouched in front of the saddened girl. He reached out, both hands resting on her lap comfortably, feeling a punch in the chest when he caught sight of her tear stained face. “Somebody’s leaked pictures.” She blurted out, voice heavy with upset. Daniel felt his breath hitch.

Without saying another word she handed over her phone, allowing Daniel to see for himself. “Nothing like- really bad, but… I don’t know.” She watched his reaction through the corner of her eyes, using her towel to wipe at her damp eyes.

“Oh, y/n/n.” Daniel sighed. “Fuck. I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.” She let out a sad laugh. “It’s just- it’s so invasive and the comments-” her voice became choked up once again.

“Ah, babe, you know not to read them. Fuck all that, it’s not even important.” He slung an arm around her, pulling her instinctively into his chest. “Like the most people are fine- but I-i don’t care it’s just the awful ones, Daniel. How have- why has somebody followed us on a fucking boat?” Her torment was something that angered Daniel. Not towards her, but to whoever the fuck stalked them, whoever decided to be a creep and take these pictures of her- not to forget the people who sent spiteful messages.

“People just like to ruin it for their own gain. I’m sorry, baby.” Again, Daniel sighed, feeling a little lost for words as y/n cried quietly in his arms. “Don’t-dont cry, y/n/n. C’mere.” She shuffled further onto his lap, wiping at her eyes in a subtle manner. “Like now my dad has to see that, everybody’s just gonna see and-” her voice cut short to avoid becoming too distressed. Daniel felt the tension that began to grow in his muscles.

“I don’t know.” She managed to exhale after. Daniel pressed a lingering kiss to her head, and squeezed her again. There was a moment of silence which fell between the pair. Daniels mind now began lingering.

“What did they say?” He knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help it.

“Just stupid shit.” He was already reaching back for her phone, glimpsing through a few of the weirder comments. “Oh, I can’t even read that shit.”

“Don’t read it then.” She muttered, biting down on her thumb. “Honestly fuck them.” Daniel inhaled, lifting up her cheek. One kiss was pressed to the rounder part of her cheek. A small, angelic kind of smile managed to peak through her sadness, even just for a second or so.

“I love you. So much, nothing in those comments will change that, will it?”

“No.” She agreed, swiping the last of her tears. “I’ll sort it out. Don’t worry.” He then nodded, a slight sense of reassurance filling her. “Are you sure?”

“Positive, baby. I’m not gonna let that slide, not when it’s upset you like this…”

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yannaryartside · 5 months ago

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Carmy will have to decide between two types of love

I keep thinking about why Carmy (possibly) deciding between Claire and Syd is taking so much time on the overall plot of the series. We have used a entire season of him falling for Claire, and my theory is that in this season the Syd vs Claire is gonna be toe to toe, and then in the final season he goes for Syd.

Now, if that happens this way, I have been analysing it from a writers perspectives, how this love stories create Carmen ultimate character arc. I am gonna propose to you two narratives and why I would go for the later. Character analysis ahead.

The Claire option

Walk with me here. If you ship Claire and Carmy and believe the trailers, you could say this whole thing is about Carmy learning to accept love and good things. That is why the last season ended with him rejecting the relationship out of trauma just to realize that Claire loved him. This season could be about him healing to a point where he learns he deserves love, apologizing to Claire, and getting back together. And you know what, that does make sense, writing this show as an exercise for learning to heal childhood wounds. It is clean and makes sense. Then in s4 his new self can make all the good decisions, have a couple of kids, bum you have an arc.

But the background noise, or the clues floating around, to call it something, doesn't make sense. Here insert all the Sydcarmy clues the fandom has talked about.

The show is trying to tell us that Claire is the love Carmy wants because he is trapped in his wounded self mentality.

As I said in this post, Claire's behavior looked extremely naive but manipulative sometimes. Her relationship with his family and the trauma surrounding it. How everybody seems more enthusiastic than him about the relationship at times.

The reason: the wound.

Claire is uncomplicated love, love with no expectations or boundaries, with only space for his needs, never hers. That is the kind of love a child expects from a parent. My theory is that Carmen, being with Claire, wanted to experience that kind of love, the one he didn't get from Donna. with a touch of his teen self fantasies and sex included.

And that also makes sense. Everybody that has been abused, particularly in childhood, will tell you that picking a partner without relying on your wounded self is very difficult.

A little bit of TMI on healing from abuse when you look for a romantic partner: One of the reasons I got into therapy is because I was terrified to end up marrying a man as abusive as my dad was with my mom and me. I had a problematic episode with one of my exboyfriends that made me realize I was repeating specific patterns, even when consciously, I thought I was picking men who didn't act like my father. It is something difficult precisely because you are not aware of it. It is all happening subconsciously.

So maybe that is why the writers want to give Carmen the chance to choose a partner as a healed person (Syd) and not as a wounded person desperate for love (Claire)

You cannot choose a romantic partner looking for the love of a parent, because parent to child love is the only type of unconditional love that can exist. Some therapist will tell you that the only way to cure that lack is with self love and forgiveness, but that is besides the point of this post.

Romantic relationships cannot be unconditional, it is a partnership. There needs to be expectations of grow, sacrifices and compromises, the two people need to get their needs met. You may heal together, but you partner may trigger your wounds sometimes, the same as your other relationships.

Syd definitely forces Carmy to evolve, while Claire enables him and keeps him in his past self.

Now here is where I think the twist of the series will come.

Remember when I said that Carmys core wound is ther he felt he was not good enough for Donna to love him? Because he could not be like Michael? This is the post

Syd is Carmy’s anchor and his peace. She is also characterized as someone who helps people to grow, who gives grace and sincerity when mistakes are made. She is the actually healthy woman/parent he never experienced.

Carmen has not healed his core wound. The lie he believes that he has to go the extra mile to earn people's love. The way he became the best chef in the world, dreaming of just getting a “good job” from his older brother.

But because his wounded self doesn't feel like he can be enough for somebody he actually wants (Syd), he felt for a woman that didn't asked anything of him (Claire).

That (never giving but always receiving) dynamic is what allowed Carmy to accept the relationship in the first place.

Thinking of all this made me realize that not only has Syd been the only person Carmy had chosen for himself (as other posts have brilliantly pointed out), but Syd is literally the only person who can make a relationship with him work. She had seen the worst of him (Donna) and had the capacity to make him think of himself beyound all that, hence the peace that she brings him “you are the best cdc” as in “you are great, you are good, a good partner, a good leader, you are my friend” you are not just the bear (your wounded self). He smiles because the person that he wants can see this even if he doesn't dare to belive it yet.

So I don't know how they could make Carmy realize all of this. I also could be wrong and the meaning of all of this could be something completly different. I also don't know of this opinion is controversial. Let me know what you think. Thank you for reading.

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wesleysniperking · 7 months ago

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Usopp Rant 😡 TL:DR

It pains me…

“If Usopp doesn’t do anything in Elbaf, I’m giving up on him. I love Usopp. I do. But if he’s useless in Elbaf, I’m letting him go.”

Or better yet…

“Even if Oda were to throw Usopp a bone, it won’t make up for 10 years of uselessness.”

Heck, this takes the cake…

“When Usopp told Nami to lie that’s when I lost all respect for him. The crew should have left his lowsy a** back in Water 7. He became what he was so afraid of.”

Nah. I was wrong…

“If Van Augur loses to this useless bum, it’ll ruin all of One Piece for me. It’ll be a major a** pull.”

Regardless of wherever and whatever direction Oda goes in with Usopp, I’ll always stand behind Usopp. No doubt about it. It honestly gets my goat when people in snark threads or even official One Piece pages (*cough cough* Reddit, YouTube, Worstgen) continue to criticize Usopp for small things, like they just really want him to lose (nitpick the h*ll outta him). Like, no kidding. But there’s one thing that really bugged me about Wano….

And what that was—was in a famous scene when Nami’s about to get annihilated by Ulti, and Ulti tries to force Nami into denouncing Luffy’s dream, and Nami remains firm by opposing the villainess…and Usopp wants Nami to lie and say Luffy will not become pirate king. He thinks this and urges for this to happen. For her to do so.

Now, I do honestly understand why he said that, and why he did it. If people had good reading comprehension and knew how to pick up on context clues this wouldn’t have to be brought up in anything regarding “Usopp’s bum-a**”.

Point blank, Usopp didn’t want Nami to die.

Lying means nothing to him. They both know Luffy is going to become Pirate King. They’ve seen their captain make the impossible happen!

Ergo, my main gripe is that it seems what Oda did is that he had to paint Usopp in a bad light in order for another character to look good. Nami is awesome. Kudos to her for staying head-strong. But in the same breath I stand by Usopp’s actions and see nothing wrong in them. Luffy wouldn’t look at Usopp badly if he found out what he did, because as the strawhat himself said, there’s no such thing as playing fair in a pirate fight (I may have paraphrased this), and what’s important is Nami making it out alive.

A dead navigator? How else are they getting to Laughtale. F*ck winning the raid/battle when the Strawhats are down a member. It was already looking rough with Luffy…

So, the misconception that Luffy would be mad at Usopp for saying that to Nami is illogical. Besides, how can Usopp force his ideals onto others? Yes, if he’d been in Nami’s same exact situation, he would’ve done what she did. But the point in that scene FOR HIM was about wanting to protect a friend. He loves Luffy, and has already defended his dream (e.g. Arabasta). The first one to do so! But for Usopp, what’s important in that moment is Nami making it out alive. He CAN’T watch a friend die. He can’t watch a friend die in the hands of some b*tch with a power trip; trying to force Nami’s hand. And sure, Nami remained head strong, and she did the d@mn thing. But when other people and fans decide to commend Nami for that moment while also putting Usopp down, things get really ugly for me. Nami fans and Usopp fans should be allies. But it doesn’t happen because they praise Nami and kick Usopp down to the ground.

No, this doesn’t go for EVERY Nami fan, and I’m not saying Usopp fans aren’t guilty of this.

So, I don’t criticize Usopp for his actions. Nor do I criticize Nami for her actions. What I’m trying to come to terms with is how it seems like it’s the whole classic case of painting one character in a very bad light in order to paint another character in a very good light.

Very SEEMINGLY so, Usopp regresses (no he did not regress!), and Nami progresses (cheers! 🥳😕…haters ruin it).

It’s a bit disheartening to have to defend Usopp over such pettiness. But I’ll continue to trust in the process. It just seems like Usopp fans are running on switchblade faith. And sometimes that faith isn’t enough.

But there’s indeed a beauty in the whole concept of retrospect, and at this point, it really does appear that in the overall One Piece narrative, in the overall grand scheme of things, Usopp is the true underdog.

And if people are so certain that Usopp doesn’t a stand a chance against Van Augur then why even entertain the idea? People always maintain (and it STRONGLY appears) that outside of Luffy vs Blackbeard, Usopp vs Van Augur is the most anticipated duel in the Blackbeard Pirates vs Strawhats battle.

Again, why even insult Usopp, if y’all are associating this “sniper with the ice cold drip” with “bum Usopp”? And if Usopp winning would be such an a**pull, will that keep y’all from watching? Will y’all not stop and look? Y’all low key have some big expectations for Usopp (who y’all consider fodder).

The fight might not even happen, yet haters are still looking forward to it. The speculation is strong with this one.

I honestly don’t understand it when people say Usopp is holding the crew back. How??? If that was the case Usopp would be given more focus. The camera would stay on him a little longer.

It’s like Usopp can never win.

Like this BS…

“Yeah, but Luffy and Law wouldn’t have been turned into toys because Haki can counteract DF powers. So, they would’ve been able to successfully mitigate the situation without Usopp’s help.”

Why???

“No. Usopp is still useless. Perona could’ve been defeated by Robin if she were there. Strawhats can make it without Bum Usopp.”

But in all seriousness, I think most of the hate is honestly just bitterness and impatience. And overall, misguided expectations. But people just don’t know how to articulate stuff proficiently in a debate (the comment section) without hate.

If you’re going to like a character, you have to know what you’re getting yourself into. And if you don’t want to do the research, then just pick up on the fine details and know what you want (know who you are). Usopp has flaws, but to just straight up say “I wish he could f*ckin die” and some other hot mess? No dice! If you don’t like him, move on. If you like him, but can’t love him at his “lowest” then get to steppin’.

There are a lot of bitter fans who’ve been unimpressed with Usopp post time skip. But there are even some far more bitter enough to the point to say that whatever he accomplished pre-timeskip was his peak, and that the whole fight with Perona was Oda “just throwing him a bone”. Some aren’t even satisfied with Enies Lobby Usopp, because he didn’t get a decent 1 v 1. “He should’ve had Sanji’s fight”. Typical shonen fan, I guess.

Yet, this bitterness also stems from the upset of Water 7’s narrative working in favor of Luffy instead of Usopp (apparently Longnose was the bad guy here 😒).

Ugh…The Sniper King joke isn’t fun anymore…

“Yeah. I truly just separate Sniper King and Usopp now. Meme aside. They really are separate people, and Usopp is just a bum.” [Proceeds to show panel of when Usopp was on the ground, heavily injured after the Franky family “dealt with him”. And the crew found him. And other racial slurs follow…]

Final + Conclusion

Usopp is still my favorite One Piece character (unconditionally), and I hope he’s given the justice he deserves. I love Sniper King, but I don’t want him to comeback because of the haters.

Usopp needs to get the last laugh.

His fans deserve the last laugh.

We will get the last laugh.

Just wait and see, he’ll come in clutch again.

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joelswritingmistress · 10 months ago

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You Scare Me, Professor: Chapter 37

Summary: The reader is taking graduate classes at a local university in the wooded upstate New York. She is drawn to her professor, Dr. Joel Miller, though she is also inherently aware that he has something dark about him that she can't quite put her finger on. As the reader's attraction grows deeper, she has to decide whether to endure the danger or run away as fast as possible.

Pairing: Professor Joel Miller x f!reader

Woodbridge University. Another frigid February evening. Another text to James that I didn't want to send. I had to give it to him, he was being a really good friend in light of the awkward interaction the last time we had seen one another.

I waited in my car until I saw him crossing the parking lot and braced myself as I got out.

“Hey,” I greeted, “Thanks for meeting me here. I'm sorry to bother you like this.”

“It's no problem.” James shrugged with a genuine smile. “Not like I have much to do most nights anyway.”

I nodded and looked down, and then back up. “Are we okay?” I asked.

He nudged me with his elbow. “We’re good. I, uh.. I just hope I didn't put a damper on our friendship.” James made a face. “I was bummed out at first when you weren't interested but that wore off a little bit and then I was just kind of bummed that I might've ruined our friendship.”

I took a deep breath, feeling some relief from his response. Finally, someone wasn't mad at me. And this was the guy that I had assumed, of the three of them, would be.

“I'd really like to remain friends,” I told him. “It's just bad timing, I think because I'm with somebody and-”

“Don't even explain. You don't owe me anything. Let's just, for my pride’s sake, pretend it didn't happen.” James shrugged and I smiled at him with a nod.

“Okay,” I then added, “Thank you.”

“Thanks for not making it weird.”

James and I strolled toward the building and I squinted my eyes toward the entrance when I spotted a familiar face. Our eyes met briefly and he did a double take.

“Will?” I gave a wave and he waved back.

“Who's that?” James asked.

“Oh, that's..” I caught myself. Carol’s husband-to-be. Dr. Miller’s future brother-in-law. Shit, I didn't know how to explain how I knew him.

“Hey hun, how are you?” He greeted me with a quick hug and then extended his arm to shake James’s hand. “Will Brennan.”

“James.” He gave a nod.

“I just had a quick chat with one of the guests of honor,” Will explained with a grin. “Will you be playing hookie tomorrow night and Friday, as well?”

His words were vague enough, though my eyebrows lifted and I suspected Will got onto the same page as me. He cleared his throat and glanced at James, “Family gathering,” he added.

“Yes.” I nodded at him and smiled big and borderline awkwardly at my friend. “I already took work off.”

“Great.” Will smiled and then rolled his wrist to glance at his watch. “My lovely bride is late.” He looked back and forth between the two of us, “We’re here to see a former student perform next door in the strings quartet. Brilliant young woman. Excellent musician.” He motioned toward the theater.

“That's nice.” I smiled and nodded, wanting to chat him up some more about the wedding; but I couldn't with James standing right there.

“Ahh.. there she is now.” Will huffed a laugh and shook his head when he spotted Carol’s car practically whipping to a screeching halt in a parking space nearby. “Give her a ticket for that, will ya?” He tapped James with his fingers and gave a laugh.

James snickered and looked at me. “You'll be alright now?”

“Yeah, thank you.”

“No problem.” He added to Will, “Nice meeting you.”

“You, too.” Will gave a quick wave and then wiggled his eyebrows as Carol approached.

“Traffic!” She claimed, making him chuckle.

“I'm sure that was it.” They shared a quick kiss and then Carol realized I was standing there and leaned in for a hug.

“Are you getting excited?” I asked, glancing briefly at Will and then more directly at Carol.

She gave a nod. “The last few nights I’ll be spending as a Miller.” Carol looked at Will, “It took me long enough.” Her eyes flashed back to meet mine, “I was sort of a lone wolf for most of my life. I never met a man I wanted to spend all my free time with.”

“I don’t know how I pinned down this free bird,” he admitted with a grin.

I smiled at their interaction. They seemed very much in love and it made it all the more special, in my eyes, that Carol had never wanted to settle down with anyone until she met Will. I was thrilled to know she was getting her happy ending, especially after a rough start in her younger life.

“I’m very happy for you both,” I said, “And I’m honored I get to attend.”

“I just stopped in and said hi to Joel,” Will told her.

“I’m sure he’s working hard.” Carol said in a sisterly, eye-rolling fashion, and thenl turned to me and pointed her finger in my direction, “Keep him on his toes.”

“I will,” I promised with a grin.

They both smiled and nodded before Will checked his watch again. “Ready, my dear?”

“Ready.” Carol linked her arm through his and they gave a final farewell before heading down the lighted walkway toward the school’s theater.

I bid them a farewell and texted Dr. Miller to let him know I bumped into his sister and Will. And then Dr. Stevenson’s class dragged on for the next hour-and-a-half. I was partially focused on the material, partially focused on Trevor and partially focused on leaving the area the following day for the wedding.

With ten minutes left in class, I texted James. I checked my phone every minute or so but he never responded. As I was walking out I sent a second one to see if he was around.

Trevor passed me by without so much as a look. The rest of the class filtered out one by one and made their way to wherever they were going.

I glanced down the hall toward the brown door that led into Dr. Miller’s lecture hall. To kill a few minutes in hopes that James would respond, I wandered down and put my ear to the door.

Inside, I heard Dr. Miller’s muffled voice as he carried on about something similar to what we had learned the night before. I smiled to myself. I couldn't wait to see him now that both of us were past the little spat we’d had the night before.

I glanced down at my phone and when I saw James hadn't gotten back to me, I decided to be loyal to the agreement I made with Dr. Miller and called campus security.

“Hi, my name is (Y/N). I'm really sorry to bother you, but is there someone available to walk me to my car? I just don't feel safe at night since the incidents have happened.” I paused as they responded, “Thank you. I'm in the psychology building.”

I put my pride to the side and wandered up to the main floor. Two other young women were huddled around a cell phone laughing by the entrance and just outside on a bench someone sat alone with the hood of a black Northface jacket pulled up. It was Trevor.

He leaned forward with his elbows on his knees and his thumbs typed away on his phone.

“Shit.” I whispered the word to myself and waited for campus security to show up. When a small white car with a single, orange flashing light pulled up, I wasn't sure if it was for me or not. When the security officer got out and started looking around, I pushed open one of the doors that led out into the cold and waved a hand. I didn't look back at Trevor.

“You called?” The tall, thin man asked.

I nodded. “I didn't expect a car. Thank you for coming out.”

“No problem. Where are you parked?”

“At the back end of the lot over there.” I motioned with my finger and saw the man make a subtle face, most likely because my car was so close, but otherwise smiled and nodded.

When I hopped in the car, I turned and made eye contact with Trevor, who looked away immediately and paid full attention to his phone.

“Thanks,” I said again to the driver. “I usually call James to walk me but he didn't pick up.”

“Oh, you're the one.” The man huffed a laugh and then realized what he had said aloud. When I didn't say anything he added, “James is off duty.”

“He walked me to class earlier.”

His coworker shrugged. “Sounds like he’s.. always willing to help you out.”

The car stopped beside mine and I opened the door. “Thank you.” I have a nod.

“Anytime.” The two of us exchanged a wave and I climbed into my car. Thankfully, my last night at Woodbridge, for the time being, was relatively uneventful.

I wish I could have said the same for my final day of work before the trip. It wasn't long after morning coffee that one of my work friends made the announcement to all of us - one that was dreadfully haunting and raw and real.

“They found another body at Woodbridge!”

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