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wildernessuntothemselves · 1 year

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lazy cat hybrid reader + too much energy dog hybrid gyu in heat 😔 maybe switch/switch ^^’

"Are you seriously sitting there and jerking off while starting at me?" You scoff at the dog hybrid on the other side of the room from you and he quickly takes his hands out of his pants grabs onto the pillow next to him.

"I wasn't jerking off." He croaks and you laugh derisively.

"Yeah and I'm not pretty." You say mockingly but the puppy is too dumb to understand the sarcasm and answers dreamily. "You are pretty." He breathes, hand unconsciously doing back to grab at his cock. "So pretty."

"And you're gross." You turn your nose up at him and he whines, getting off the couch and crawling towards you quickly. You curl up in a ball and unfurl your claws, scratching at him when he gets close.

He whimpers as if he doesn't get why you did that, and sits down on his ass a small distance from you, nursing his scratched up cheek.

"Kitty, it hurts." He whines.

"I wouldn't have scratched you if you didn't jump on me like that." You explain without remorse, but he shakes his head. "Not that. This."

He leans back on his heels, emphasizing his bulge to you that is contained in sweatpants that leave nothing to the imagination. You'd be lying if you said that didn't make your mouth water a bit, but you're not a dog like him and you're certainly not going to let yourself fall for your base needs just because a stupid pup is waving his cock at you.

"Then you should've told our owners that you're going into heat." You tell him snottily.

"But then they would've taken me away to a breeding center." He mumbles sadly.

"So?" You ask as if you didn't care, and Beomgyu looks down dejectedly. "Did you think I'd care about that?"

"You cared when our owners brought Danbi over for a playdate." He mumbles under his breath.

Your temper flares at the mention of the dog hybrid's name. "I was saving you from getting involved with a bitch like her."

"She was nice to me." He argues back.

"She was just being pretend nice. She was awful to me which you would've noticed if you didn't have your nose firmly lodged inside her asshole. But I guess friendships mean nothing to you and you'd rather get your dick wet than stand up for your friends."

"No, you're right I'm sorry." He moves towards you, his lands smoothing up and down your legs in a soothing manner, getting the tension to leave your body. "You mean much more to me than anyone else."

Your heart flutters at his words but you choose to decidedly ignore it, focusing instead on how his big hands inch up and up with every passing second.

"Puppy, what are you doing?" You raise an eyebrow at him, and the glazed over look in his eyes clears up as he realizes he's been caught yet again.

"I just--" He tries to think, hands squeezing your thighs in distress. "I really need you."

"You know I can't take your cock. Kittens aren't meant to take such a big cock." You're telling the truth--cats and dogs aren't supposed to fuck--but you were being intentionally goading with your wording, knowing it will drive him crazy.

He sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth. "We can try. I'll stop if it hurts too much."

"No. You'll rip my pussy apart." You shut him down. "You should've told our owners."

He looks at you, betrayed at you bring it up again. "Fine, maybe I will. Maybe I'll ask them to arrange another playdate with Danbi."

You raise your arm to scratch his face again but he sees it coming, grabbing your arm and pinning it to your side as he takes your lips in a kiss. You bite his lip punishingly but he doesn't care, moaning against your mouth and kissing you harder.

"Don't want her. Don't want any other bitch. Just want my pretty pussy."

"I am not yours."

"I would like to see anyone else try claim you." He growls menacingly and your pussy quivers at his dominating aura. It just makes you want to make him melt again for you.

"You can have my thighs." You tell him. He opens his mouth to protest but you beat him to it. "Either my thighs or nothing."

He grumbles but pulls back, pulling his pants down and spitting on his hand before bring it to his cock to lubricate it. He places his cock between your thighs and bucks his hips experimentally, moaning out and seemingly content with the feeling.

"Yeah, that's it. You know how to be good. You just need some training."

"Yes, pretty." He moans, lost as soon as his dick gets some stimulation.

"Am I prettier than her?"

"So much prettier. No one is prettier than you." He babbles, dick thrusting between your thighs. "Do you went me to tell our owners about my heat?"

"No, I can take care of my puppy. Won't need anyone else." You tell him and he melts, cumming all over your pretty dress that the owners put you in and that Beomgyu loves so much.

But the orgasm does nothing to calm his cock, and it still stand erect between your thighs.

"You're still hard?" You ask incredulously and he shrugs. "I'm in heat."

"Well, what now?" You ask awkwardly, staring at his dick. "Do you wanna do it again?"

He nods. "Let me rut against your pussy this time. Maybe that will help. I won't put it in. I promise."

"Beomgyu..." You hesitate.

"You just said you'll take care of me." He reminds you and you huff. "Fine."

"Thank you." Beomgyu yips happily, unceremoniously taking off your underwear. He lets his cock rest against your pussy and holds it down with his thumb so that when he ruts forward, his whole length rubs against your slit.

"Oh." You breathe out and his ears perk at the sound. He cocks his head to the side and ruts against you again, ears twitching at the restrained sounds you try to keep in as his movements grow more vigorous with excitement.

"You like it, kitty?" He asks, a grin on his face, and you stick you tongue out stubbornly. He laughs and angles his hips in such a way so as that his cock would brush against your clit each time.

He seems to be more focused on trying to illicit pleasure out of you than working towards his own orgasm. But the dumb pup is so excited and turned on by your sounds and the way your tits jiggle with each thrust that he's falling over the edge before he even realizes it.

"No, no," He whines at his premature orgasm, but his hips continue to thrust forward as he covers you in another load.

This time, when his cock doesn't go down, you don't mind it so much. Maybe you'll get to cum this time. But Beomgyu is a greedy little mutt.

"Let me put it in. Just the tip." He pleads.

"It won't fit!"

"Just the tip." He coaxes, thumb moving down to your whole and dipping ever so slightly in. You know he can feel you clench around it because he says, "I know you need it too."

"Fuck you." You let out defeatedly, and he knows he has you.

You cringe as he lines the large head of his cock with your pussy and pushes in, anticipating the pain, but true to his word he stops as soon as he feels resistance.

With just the tip in, he pulls back and thrusts back in, and as you soon realize, this is pure torture--for you more than him. At least he seems to be getting off on it despite the massive restraint the excitable pup is having to endure. As for you, it just feels like being teased with no hope of cumming. You want him to fill you up. You want to cum on his cock, but you're too scared to ask for it.

Somehow, the stupid brute notices how needy you are, and moves his hand up to flick his thumb over your clit, giving you the much needed stimulation you've been craving.

"Oh fuck, Beommie. Keep doing that." You keen, not caring about how you're only exciting him further, just hoping he'll make you cum this time.

And he does. He's unrefined and sloppy, but he's earnest and you're so, so turned on.

"Yes, yes!" You mewl, clenching around him as you cum, but he surprisingly takes his cock out, choosing to spurt his cum on your dress once again.

"You didn't cum inside." You state, confused, and he mumbles sheepishly. "You didn't say I could."

How is he so adorable about something so lewd? You want to reach out and pet him for being so cute but you hold back, looking away from his puppy eyes so you wouldn't be tempted to.

As you look down to your dress, you realize it's basically ruined now, wet and sticky from multiple loads, and yet as you stare in disgust at the sodden material, you see that Beomgyu is still hard.

"Is it seriously not down?"

"I didn't knot you yet."

You gasp at the audacity. "And you're not going to."

"Come on, kitty. You know it's the only way to make this go away. My body needs to feel like I've bred you." He exclaims and you look away, cheeks burning.

"Well, I'm exhausted." You excuse lamely and he snorts. "You're not even doing anything. Just lay on your tummy and let me use you." He growls and you raise an eyebrow at him so he adds. "Please."

"Such a perv."

"I'm not a perv. Just need you to present yourself for mating." He mumbles the last part quietly.

"Perv." You repeat but obey, still refusing to admit to yourself that you're enjoying this.

Once you flop on your tummy, he grabs your hips and pulls your ass up in the air. "Just like that." He purrs, fingers running along your slit. "Good kitty ready to be mounted."

"Just shut up and do it."

"Yes, kitty." He climbs over you, pressing his big cock into you.

"Ooof." You whimper as he fills you up, going deeper this time.

"Good pussy." He slurs, already lost in the feeling of your pussy but trying to comfort you with kisses to your shoulder. "Just relax. You can take it."

Surprisingly, you do. You manage to take his whole length and Beomgyu is full of praises for you.

"You're doing so good for me. Being such a good mate." He coos, holding you close as his hips thrust back and forth, fucking you from behind. "You're so pretty. And so nice. I love you."

You breath hitches at his words but you dismiss them. He's just pussy-drunk. He'll say he loves anything he can fuck right now.

But it's hard to ignore it when he keeps repeating it over and over, getting more and more loud as he gets lost in the pleasure.

"Fuck, puppy, don't say that." You gasp as your body rocks with every thrust. "You know we can't."

"I don't care. I love you. I love you so much." He moans in your ear, one arm wrapped around your waist, holding you up against his onslaught, while the other snakes between your legs to rub at your pussy. "Please love me too."

Fuck, he's being so unfair right now. He can't do this to you when he's fucking you so good. So you bite lip to stay quiet, tasting the blood on your tongue.

"Please!" Beomgyu cries out, his hips losing rhythm as he nears his end but tries to hold off. You clench around him, coaxing him to let go. "Come on, pup, cum for me. I know you're dying to knot me good."

"Please, please..." He continues to beg even as his hips stutter and you feel the base of his cock swell up.

"That's it. There you go." You wince as he pushes his knot into you. But Beomgyu is still keen to pleasure you too.

"Cum for me. Need you to feel good too. Please." He whimpers brokenly. Oh, if he knows just how good he's making you feel. He's too rough and fast, too sloppy and eager, but his moans in your ear and need for you radiating off him in waves more than makes up for it.

"Ah Beomgyu, I'm cumming, puppy. I'm cumming--oh" You shudder, feeling his seed fill you up as your pussy tries to clench around him but his knot is just too big.

You double over in pain and pleasure, lying still for a while before registering that Beomgyu is licking the side of your neck soothingly and whispering reassurances in your ear.

"You did so good. You're so perfect." He says, and you can hear the pain in his voice but you don't dare address it, just letting him comfort you as you wait for his knot to go down.

#txt smut #mort talks #so it's not what you wanted #but i think if i waited to do what you wanted i just wouldn't post lmao #hybrid smut #hybrid!txt

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addictedwritingg · 3 months

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Hate Means Love Ch.4

Jenna Ortega x Male Character.

Summary: Jenna Ortega shares a house with her roommate's, one of them being a male she can't stand, in other words, hates. He loves to tease and feed her hatred just to watch her for his pleasure (wink wink).

Warnings: Cussing, angst, fighting, crying and that's about it, buckle in for this chapter folks!

Jenna's POV.

It's been 2 weeks since the first time Andre and I had sex, and we have been doing it every day, but the past week has been tricky since Devin and Trina are home from the little week get away and we haven't told them anything. Apart of me wishes I could get more from Andre then just constantly having sex. Don't get me wrong, it's amazing sex but to say I don't have feelings for this boy would be a lie, because I do. I've noticed he never kisses me when we are having sex, I've tried a few times, but he just moves his face from mine. My gut tells me he isn't looking for a relationship with me and just wants to have a friend with benefits situation, but a part of me wants more than that.

"Jenna, Girl get ready, the parties in an hour." Trina says tossing me my hair clip she borrowed. "Fuck." I mumble to myself and hurrying to my room to get ready because I completely forgot. I'm in my room in a bra and underwear digging in my closet trying to find something decent to wear when I hear my door shut and a pair of arms wrap around me from behind.

"Andre, not right now I'm not in the mood to be honest." I say turning around to look at him.

"What's wrong? did I do something?" He asks sitting on the edge of my bed.

I stood there for a moment, my mind racing a million miles a second, trying to think about what I should say, but instead my brain spits the words out for me.

"Why don't you kiss me?" I blurted out staring into his eyes that are giving out a shocked look.

He sat there looking at me for a moment before replying.

"Oh, I'm just not the kissing type of guy, its nothing against you Jen." He says with a faint smile, trying to reassure me.

I give him a smile, feeling a bit better about what he said, some people just aren't the kissing type of people, and I can understand that.

*Time skip*

Where at the party and it's been a blast so far, me and Trina have been taking shots back-to-back and goofing around playing beer pong, knowing damn well we are terrible. I toss the ball and miss, and Trina laughs out loud because we haven't made a single ball yet, As I'm laughing, I turn around and catch Andre over by the staircase kissing a girl I've never seen before. Instant anger and sadness fill me inside as tell Trina I'll be right back and make my way over to him. Without thinking, I tell the girl excuse me and step Infront of her. I shove Andre harshly and poke his chest. "Kissing's not really your fucking thing huh? You fucking asshole!" I yell as I continue shoving him up the stairs.

"Jenna, chill out, stop." He says grabbing my wrist and holding them so I can't push him anymore.

"Chill out? are you fucking serious, let the fuck go of me." I yank my wrist from his grip.

"You're not my girlfriend, you have no right to act like this, calm the fuck down, people are looking at us Jenna."

"Your right, I'm just your whore that you can come and fuck whenever you want, right? right, you piece of shit? don't ever fucking touch me or talk to me ever again!"

"You're not my whore, you're just someone I like having sex with, where adults, this is what adults do!" He yells back at me.

"Are you fucking serious? FUCK YOU!" I yell giving him one last good shove that knocks him against the stairs.

I walk out of the house hearing Andre calling my name from behind me, but I ignore it as I keep walking forward wanting to get home and lay in my bed. I hear a car pulling up next to me and hear Trina yelling my name telling me to get in the car which I do.

"How is Devin going to get home?" I ask shutting the car door, putting my seatbelt on.

"He's going to a girls house tonight, now are you going to tell me what the fuck I've missed the last 2 weeks with you and Andre?" She asks looking at me.

I try to hold my tears in, but it's no use. I start crying frantically because I'm so hurt from Andre.

"Andre and I have been hooking up, like every day the past 2 weeks, and It's gotten to the point where I have feelings for his stupid ass, so I asked him why he never kisses me and he Tell's me he just not a kissing person, which I get that, but then I catch him kissing some fucking girl and I just lost it." I say sobbing with tears streaming down my face.

"Okay that's a lot to unpack, you and Andre hooking up?! that is fucking wild." She says blowing everything else off

I give her a serious look with my sad eyes letting her know now is not the time.

"Fuck, sorry I had to get that off my chest."

Andre's POV.

"I didn't think she would get so upset dude, I thought we were just friends with benefits." I say to Devin as we are walking down the sidewalk about 20 minutes from home.

"Well now look at us, walking home and I was supposed to be going home with a girl, you're lucky your my friend." Devin jokes nudging my shoulder.

I let out a huge sigh and shove my hands in my pockets away from the cold night air. I can't help but feel bad inside for Jenna, but at the same time, we had no labels on us. I don't think I even want labels on us, I was just enjoying the sex with her, I didn't think she would get so attached.

"Bro, I'm walking with you for a reason, spit it out." Devin says snapping me out of my thoughts.

"I'm not going to be able to sleep with her anymore, I don't want her liking me more than what she already does, I feel bad for her, I feel like an asshole." I say exhaling looking over at him.

"Can I be honest with you bro?" Devin says stopping in his tracks and looking at me. I give him a nod telling him to say what he needs to say.

"Friends with benefits never stays friends with benefits bro, no one is out here having sex with the same person for 2 weeks without it turning into more, I mean unless your immune to feelings, but even I know you're not like that, you don't have any feelings for her? I mean the slightest bit?" He asks in a serious tone.

I didn't know how to answer the question, so the rest of the walk was silent, as Jenna was eating me up inside, but I really feel like she overreacted way too much. She's not my girlfriend, and I'm not her boyfriend, we were just friends fucking, and that's it. Maybe I do have feelings for her, feeling so bad for her, and constantly thinking about her.

Another 10 minutes go by, and we finally make it home and the house is quiet. I look over at Trina who is sitting out the couch and she mouths "asshole" too me and I roll my eyes at her and make my way to Jenna's door. I stand in front of it for a few to think about what I need to say before opening the door. I slowly open the door to a dark room with just enough moonlight coming in to see Jenna curled up in the bed and sniffling coming from her. I shut the door behind me and walk over to her but before I can reach the bed Jenna says.

"Get out, I told you I never want to talk to you again Andre." her voice is raspy and low from all the crying she's been doing, and it makes me feel worse.

"Jenna please, I'm sorry, I didn't know you felt this way, I really am sorry." She lays there not responding to what I said so I sit on the edge of her bed and look at her with a guilty look on my face.

"Please Jenna, at least talk to me, please." I place my hand on her leg, and she pushes my hand off her and uncovers her face from under her blanket, showing her stained face from her mascara and puffy eyes from endless crying.

"How Andre, how can you possibly fuck me for two weeks straight and not have any connection towards me, I mean you were legit spending most of your day, every day inside me, I mean fuck Andre." She says with even more tears streaming down her face.

"I don't know, honestly, I don't know how I can even answer that question, you're a beautiful girl, and I mean gorgeous. Attractive with everything you do and how you look, how you talk and when you laugh. But I'm not good for you, really. I grew up with a really rough life, I wasn't loved as a child, and now that I'm an adult, I don't know how to love others. I bounced around foster homes until I was 18, and at that point I was too old to be in foster care, I left and go into college and with the help of the state, I have no family Jenna, I don't know any better." I spill it all out to Jenna, tell her everything about me, something I never told anyone before, besides Devin because we have been best friends for years, but never a girl, never.

Jenna sits up with a different expression on her face, different from her one before, the one I caused in the first place.

"Andre, I'm sorry, I had no idea." She says placing her hand on top of mine.

"No, don't apologize, I'm the one in the wrong here, you didn't do anything wrong. I'm no good for you Jenna, you deserve someone who will love you the way you deserve, and that can't be me. I want nothing but what is the best for you, you deserve it. Goodnight Jenna." I give her hand a light squeeze before exiting her room and making my way into my room.

A/N: I'm sorry I'm ending it like this!! I have big plans for the story, New chapter coming very soon, so stay tuned, I love you all and thank you for all the support on this story, it means the world to me!!! :)

#jenna ortega #jenna marie ortega #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x male reader #jenna ortega x you #love hate relationship #male reader #male character #angst #light angst #fluff

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dana-chan-the-control-brain · 5 months

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I heard about an fnaf au with Solar and Moon being a couple, is that true??

What will the story of the au be about? What would the relationship between Solar and Moon be like? and how will Sun react to this game of passion??

I'm already getting invested in this ship😊🤭

Lol. It's not really a story I'm making. You can't read it anywhere yet. Who knows, I don't know if I'll make a fic based on this concept or not... but never say never.

I talked about it a bit more detail in here along with other links

It's just more of an RP scenario I'm playing with my friends. So there's no real story outside of just imagining Pining and smooching. There's no concrete Au but one might develop later.

I just give it the title of "AU" cause I don't want people coming in my inbox like "but are they cousins????" Cause, lol to me they're not, and I've talked about the loosely defined relationships of the robots before many a time.

To clarify, when I ship Solar and Moon I did before the 'cousin' relationship was clearly defined, and I don't see them as cousins. Okay? Okay???? We cool? We Cool.

But basically,

Solar has developed feelings for Moon. He probably has when back he first met him, and they've just been growing more since his memories have wiped and Moon has become chiller, and kinder.

Has very "as you wish" Princess Bride feels with Moon you know what I'm saying?

Not many people would rebuild an entire daycare in a Day.... how much can he pay back for this Moon. He gave him a place to stay, and saved him from his own Moon. (me and my friends call Solar Dimension's Moon "Asshole Moon" for simplicity's sake)

Solar was willing to sacrifice his life for everything. To Stop Eclipse once and for all. The Eclipse that hurt Lunar.... but he did this.... Not just for Lunar, but for this Moon in another dimension he doesn't even know and his whole family.

Solar hates his Moon. He even admits to hating Moons, and the worst sides of Moon, like Bloodmoon for example, remind him of his Moon, and he even calls Moon out when he's acting like Asshole Moon. .........Solar's attempted Sacrifice to let Moon kill Eclipse is a pretty big deal.

And Moon refused to let that happen. Even if it was of no consequence to him. Moon tries to justify it in that, he just can't see another person get hurt... But think.

Think for a few seconds, and think about how I thought of it at the time, and still do.

Reframe that.

He couldn't see SOLAR get hurt.

Couldn't see Solar sacrifice himself for him. He pushed him into that dimension as the only way to save him. Solar was justifiably mad, and even angrier when Moon told him after the fact Lunar might possibly be alive. He understands why Moon did it...

And a few weeks later, once he realizes all hope for his dimension, and having the love and warmth and family he gets from Lunar and Moon will be something he will never have here... and Sun will never be the same again...

He left.

Showed up at Moon's dimension like a sobbing wet cat, like "I have nowhere else to go"

Solar is also one of the firsts to Accept NewMoon as he is as a new person, he listens to Moon complain about Sun missing his old brother, and gives him perspective.

As far as the AU goes.... Solar is pining hard... and he doesn't want to break the friendship he has with this Moon. It's something special to him.... And he knows Moon, well, Old Moon was aroace and he doesn't know if that still applies. He doesn't want to test his boundaries. He would hate to see Moon mad or worse, reject him.

He is content (he's not) for now, building Moon things, making him things, building for him and caring about him. As long as he can stay here.

It's only others taking notice of his pining heartbreak, which he keeps under wraps until it becomes way more noticeable... that others give him a push. Because Solar was ready to take this to the grave with no one ever possibly knowing.

Moon also realizes he likes spending time with Solar, and he likes his snarky sense of humor, and is more surprised about the feelings, but is willing to test the waters on this, if it just means spending more time with him..

As far as how Sun reacts to Solar and Moon's budding relationship..... Eclipse has been his willing sex slave locked in his room secretely for a month at that point so he hadn't noticed.

As far as when this all takes place?

I'm guessing somewhere around the time Eclipse 'died'

But in this au, he survived broken and destroyed and crawled out of the portal like a banshee out of rage and spite and was ready to murder every single celestial animatronic he saw, but had no star power and was too weak to do anything.

Sun just kept him in his room because he didn't know what to do with him, was hesitant to tell Moon the plan didn't work, because now Sun was seeing how pathetic Eclipse actually is, and he doesn't think he wants to kill another person again. So broken Eclipse just kinda stays in Sun's room for a good while.... until Sun slowly starts to repair him (with limited functionality due to lack of resources, he doesn't trust him, and isn't as skilled as Moon, especially without access to parts and service.)

Cue the banter of hateful teasing transformed into flirting and... there you go.

Eclipse won't talk about the past with Sun. He won't. That will take years for him to explain this whole deal. So it's more of a mutually beneficial relationship for them....as they say

#tsams au #solar x moon #sun x eclipse #danachan's asks #danachan's replies

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kira-broflovski · 1 year

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Sleepover || Kyle Broflovski x Reader (5)

note: how about we get some drama going?

You needed to get home. Fast.

When you knew Kyle couldn't see you anymore, you started running as if your life depended on it. You needed to get home because you had gone over your curfew, and you knew your parents would be infuriated at your seemingly poor time management skills.

You couldn't even tell them you were at a friend's to catch up on work. They would want to know why you needed to catch up. Because you were at home sick? Nope. You were just skipping school to have a couple of days to yourself for once, not that you told anyone that.

Dashing through the front door, your legs felt numb at the sudden stop. You looked around before deciding it was safe. Thankfully it was.

You made your way upstairs to your bedroom, noticing your brother's door was open. Maybe he was just in the bathroom.

When you got to your own room, you made sure to close the door and make it seem like you had been there for a while in case your parents walk in and become suspicious. After everything was set, you released a breath you never realised you were holding in and laid down on your bed.

You were more tired than you thought. Taking a little nap can't hurt.

Meanwhile, the boy you were just with was awaiting your text message to tell him you had gotten home safely. But you were too focused on making sure you weren't caught past curfew by your parents, so you forgot.

In an attempt to distract himself, he tried studying a little more while waiting for both dinner and your text, but it didn't work. He couldn't get his mind off of you.

What happened? Are you okay? Why weren't you texting him?

So many questions that he didn't ask in fear of coming on too strong.

He laid on his stomach in bed, not being able to tear his eyes away from his phone.

"dude, relax. did she eat at your house?"

"only snacks,, why"

"then she's probably having dinner with her family or something ffs"

"it's been a couple hours"

"maybe she actually spends time with her family"

"unlike you"

"stfu I'm trying to help you asshole"

"alr im sorry,,, im just worried about her"

"clearly"

Kyle rolled his eyes at his friend's logic, thinking he could have at least comforted him instead, even if Stan was being more reasonable. Though he wasn't the best person to go to for girl advice, especially right now.

Shaking his head, Kyle put his phone face down onto his messy bed and planted his face into the cotton blanket.

He couldn't stop thinking about the kisses. That's when a horrible realisation settled in. Were you avoiding him? Was he bad at kissing and accidentally made you uncomfortable? Did you never want to see him again.

His phone buzzed with another text, and he picked it up immediately hoping it was you.

"hello?"

Never mind. It was Stan again.

"what?"

"has she texted you yet or not?"

"nope"

"damn maybe something did happen to her"

"bro stop don't say that"

"just saying"

"uh i might have forgotten to tell you smthn"

"oh god"

"i may or may not have kissed her..."

"what-"

"a couple times"

"WHAT"

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yourwalkingdeadmf · 8 months

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Blood red l

This is going to be a carl grimes x reader Smith negans daughter

Y/N'S POV

I was there at the line-up when my dad killed those people how could he do that to those people the people of Alexandra I love my dad but I can't be here with him his gone mad so I have decided to leave I don't where I'd go but anywhere but here

CARL'S POV

Its been 3 days since negan killed Abraham and Glenn it been really hard on the girl especially Maggie all I know is that I will get my revenge on him for what he has done my dad I'd pissed but not as much as me and not only that but ever since I got here eind won't get off my ass don't get me wrong I like Eind but as a friend and she doesn't feel that way she wants to date which is weird because she broke up with Ron for me when I didn't even like her and then ron shot my eye out and now he is dead a she doesn't care but u can't tell her what to feel but I so much shit on my mind I need to go on a run

Carl: dad I'm going to go on a run

Rick: no Carl we were just attached by negan you could get hurt

Carl: dad please I need to empty my mind please

I say as I practically give him puppy dog eyes

Rick: fine but take this

He hands me a walkie-talkie

Rick: contact me if any goes wrong and stay close

Carl : thank you

I get up and grab my stuff and leave

Y/N'S POV

It's time I got my stuff and food but u need to get of here will my dad is to busy fucking one of his wife's yes I said one my dad is an asshole and wants more then one woman to fuck

I walk to the gate in the Sanctuary and climb out through a hole It's not big enough for walkers but it's is for me I'm small I get out and start running but then I a walker comes out of nowhere so I hide because I have no weapons I know stupid but I couldn't get any but then the walkers was killed shit

CARL'S POV

I was walking and I see a girl hide and then a walker I slowly go over there and kill the walker and the point the gun at the girl

Carl: get out of there and put your hand up

The girl nods and gets up

Y/N'S POV

I nod at the boy who told me to get up so I did

Carl: what's your name

Y/n: y/n

Carl: how many walkers have you killed

Y/n: I don't know I don't count

I say as I roll my eyes

Carl: how many people have you killed

Y/n: 1

Carl: why

Y/n: he tried to rape me

I look away

Carl: it's ok some tried to rape me too

I look at him

Carl: Carl my name is Carl

He puts out his hand for me to grab so I do

Carl: do you have a group

I nod yes

Y/n: but there bad people and im not I hate that they hurt innocent people

Carl: your from the Saviors

I nod

Carl: I remember seeing you at the line-up

Y/n: I'm so sorry for what happened

Carl: it's not your fault come with me ill take you to Alexandra

I decided not the say anything about negan being my dad just yet

We Start to walk to Alexandra

TIME SIKP CUZ IM LAZY LMAO

AT ALEXANDRA

CARL'S POV

I take y/n in to Alexandra

We walk in to my house

Carl: dad!

I yell and y/n jump a little

Carl: sorry

I say to her and she said it's ok

Carl: dad

I yell one more time

Rick: what is it Carl

Rick walks in and stop in his tracks

Rick: Carl who is this

Carl: this is y/n she comes from the sanctuary yes as in negan but she runaway from them I ask her the normal questions so can she stay

Rick: let me talk to her alone

I nod and start to walk away but y/n grabs my arm

RICK'S POV

Carl nod and starts to walk away but then the girl grab his arms and hugs it

Rick: it's ok I'm not going to hurt you

Y/n: can he stay please ill answer and tell you everything you need to know

I nod

Rick: how many walkers have you killed

Y/n: I don't know

Rick: how many people I you killed

Y/n: one

Rick: why

Y/n: he tried to

Rick: oh hey is ok you don't have to say the word I know what you mean and you can stay but you'll have to sat in this house and in Carl's room ok

The girl nods and yawns

Rick: Carl take her to your room so she can sleep

Instead on letting her walk Carl pick her up bridal style I cab tell he already like her and I'll have my main group come over later to meet her I guess she is one of us now

#carl grimes x y/n #twd fanfiction #carl grimes smut #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes

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nerdthatsiriuslylovesteaxx · 4 months

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Helpless part 13 (Hello I hope someone is listening)

"Morning Death boy."

"What time is it?"

"Eight o'clock I the morning."

"Goodnight Giraffe."

"Get up, we're getting breakfast."

"Let me sleep."

"Nope." Nico was refusing to get up so Will decided to do the only logical thing and pick him up.

"Put me down Solace."

"Don't think I will Death breath."

"That's a new one."

"Thought of it on the spot."

"Good for you Sunshine, now put me down."

"Not a fan of that idea." Will ran, carrying a very pissed Nico. "Hey Percy."

"Hi Will, should I ask why you're carrying Nico and also how you haven't gotten murdered yet?"

"Well he wouldn't get up so it was to only logical solution."

"Fuck you." Nico muttered,

"I wish you luck on not getting murdered."

"You know I could just shadow travel away?"

"No you quite literally can not, it would kill you."

"Great."

"Neeks."

"Do you have a death wish Will?"

"He's harmless."

"I have killed people William."

"I can confirm this, I was nearly a victim."

"Let's not forget you also tired to kill me."

"Why are you two trying to kill each other?"

"We don't talk about that."

"He's annoying as fuck." Percy and Nico said at the same time, locking eyes with each other, leading to a mildly concerned Will.

"Okay.... I'm going to pretend this never happen." Will placed Nico on the floor.

"Finally."

"Di Angelo, me and Jason-"

"-Jason and I."

"Not you to, same thing. We have decided to kidnap you, you're finally joining us on the big three table."

"Why exactly?"

"You'll get lonely."

"I'm perfectly fine being alone."

"Too bad, sucks for you."

"Stronzo." Nico muttered under his breath before waking off to join Jason, Percy went to follow him but Will pulled him back.

"Make sure he eats three full meals a day, shove it down his throat if you have to. I'm not joking, if he's refusing to eat or drink hold him down and make sure he eats for the next few months. I don't know how he's still alive at this point."

"I'll make sure he eats; mate you alright? Your eyes are bloodshot, when's the last time you slept?"

"A few days ago, I'm fine."

"A few days?! Mate, you need to sleep."

"I'll survive, pure chaos in the infirmary. Oh, don't tell Nico this but, you know how Aphrodite kids can speak French because it's the language of love? I can speak Itallian because it's the language of music, so if you were wondering, when he walked off he called you an asshole."

"Eh, not surprising. I'll catch you around Will."

"Yeah see you round." Willl walked off to join his siblings at the Apollo table.

***

"Don't think we didn't hear that, you're taking today off and no night watch until Tuesday." Kayla said pulling Will down and shoving a piece of toast in his hand, "And you're eating breakfast today, you've skipped it for a week."

"I've been busy."

"Would you like me to show you a list of every single person you've told to stop skipping meals? Let me start the list, Nico, Selina, Leo, Beckendorf, Annabeth, Michael-"

"Okay, okay you win. But I can't take the day off-"

"Not optional, go pine over Nico for the day or something. Maybe even, you know, sleep? Can't remember the last time you did that, more than a week."

"Oh shut up."

"Actually, I have a great idea." Austin interrupted, "Go talk to Cecil and Lou Ellen, they tired to kidnap you many, many times."

"Shit, yeah I should probably go talk to them." Will tried to get up but was held down by his younger siblings,

"Not so fast, you're still eating breakfast." After being force fed three full plates and swearing on the river of Styx that he would get eight hours of sleep that night he was finally allowed to leave.

***

"Finally, we missed you. We've been waiting for you to get off work for the past week." Lou Ellen said punching him in the arm.

"I should probably tell my siblings the kidnapping's off..."

"The what?!"

"Well me and Cecil tried, but Kayla found out we were coming and stopped us."

"So then I thought if I got the rest of the Hermes kids in on it they couldn't stop all of us."

"Of course you did."

"Well you're always in the infirmary."

"I've been busy for a few days, that's all."

"Well I know you haven't slept properly for the last eight days, and that you always insist on taking night watch."

"And anything difficult, and Nico."

"So? I'm fine, just busy."

"You're overworking."

"No I'm not."

"Will when was the last time you took a break?"

"Last year, Michael and Lee's funeral, I took half a day off."

"You can't do that to yourself."

"I can't let Kayla and Austin burn themselves out."

"Gods, I can't do this right now. I'm going to trust your siblings to talk some sense into you; want to go steal something?"

"I'm down, we just need to be back by three. In time for the thing." Lou Ellen smirked,

"Ohh rightttt."

"What did you do?!"

"You'll find out Sun boy."

"I'm scared."

"You should be."

***

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I wonder, if nobody is listening to my voice. Am I making any sound at all?

I hope you're prepared for what's coming soon.

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OK, no, sorry - apparently I can't wait for tomorrow on this bit.

VINDICATED by a shot of a phone screen.

And yet, I'm still seeing people chipping away at Day's agency like it couldn't be him - and his own explicitly stated and demonstrable fear of how people are going to look at him (lit. and fig.) if they know the truth - that's behind his isolation in his room or these cover stories of disappearing to the US or quitting school to focus on badminton. No, it must be his family inflicting this on him and lying about him because they're the ones who are apparently so ashamed?

I honestly don't understand why so many people seem to be jumping to the conclusion that the cover stories are things that Day's family are spreading for their own selfish reasons, rather than something he's insisting on and they're going along with - whether to allow him some autonomy in how he deals with adjusting to his disability, or simply because we've actually seen what a heinous asshole he can be to Night, at least, when he's frustrated about his situation, and who wants to deal with that? When we've seen Mork confront Day in this very episode about how Day is hiding from his friends? Nothing is stopping Day from answering all those various - literally thousands of - social media messages from his friends that we see sitting unanswered on his phone screen. If Day wanted people to know what was actually happening, he'd tell them. Is there actual evidence in the show that I'm missing, that Night and Ramon are the ones making up the cover stories, let alone preventing him from telling anyone the truth?

Night - the guy who was all, "calm yourself, Mother, he's finally agreed to leave the house, perhaps we could encourage this and not ignominiously sack the guy who managed to make it happen;" the guy who has been Mork's defender from Day Negative-One, based on how good Mork is at getting Day out of his shell and regaining his life and his prior self - Night's apparently making the decision to lie to all and sundry to hide what's happened to Day? Why? Why would he want Mork around and taking Day outside where anybody could run into him, then? Not to mention that we've seen the vicious response Night gets from Day when he pushes back on what Day wants, so why would he be telling tales against Day's will, rather than giving in to what Day wants him to tell people? If Day didn't want Night telling the school that he was focusing on badminton, instead of the truth, he is demonstrably capable of ripping Night a new one over it. It's not like Day's not going to find out what Night told his academic advisor, and Night doesn't seem the least bit worried or guilty about Day going to talk to the guy and comparing stories. Until we learn otherwise, I'm operating under the assumption that this is what Day told Night to tell the school. What is Night supposed to do, tell everyone Day's business against Day's will? Wherefore Day's autonomy in that situation?

Night is the one who's looking at Day with hope rather than apprehension whenever Day makes a move to be more independent and move out of his shell - to get the sauce from the cabinets on his own, to leave the house. Yes, my guy was uptight about Day coming into the Shining Institute with him in Ep 1 and yelled about how hard it can be to take care of Day, and I think all of that's perfectly understandable - it's terrifying to suddenly find yourself completely responsible for someone's well-being, particularly someone who will literally put themself in danger to spite you, and he's dealing with a guy who's refused to come out of his room and learn to move around his own house, now wanting to wander around the world with no practice?

Also, wow, god forbid a mom be protective of her baby and have to learn to let go some.

I really feel like there are people determined to impute sinister motives to Day's family when they really are just people who have - like many, many people - never really had to deal with disability in their life and are suddenly having to learn how, all while being shut out by a family member who's going through their own shit and who they're having to carefully calibrate where they think they should fall on allowing him his autonomy, avoiding the way he lashes out at them when he's frustrated and angry, and trying to learn what's actually the best way to help him. I reiterate, they're not doing this perfectly, there's more they could do, but I also don't think they're getting a lot of credit for the fact that they can only do what Day will allow.

#apparently i have taken upon myself the role of night and ramon defender #ANYWAY #when's august showing back up?#because he's the one i actually don't trust #lol #last twilight #last twilight the series

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He's a cult leader part 10 (kai Anderson x fem reader series)

Warnings: kai's volunteers being assholes, beverly threating to take kai out, kai talking about pregnancy, pregnancy, killing, cults, ally joining the cult

Part 9 here

Taglist: @spill-the-t @iluwmycats @lili-tate @evanpeterswifeyy868 @jademunson @evanpetersfansblog @howtobesasha @lustforeverrrr @fand0mh03

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As the weeks went by kai's leg healed more better he could now ditch the walking stick and move around, but as for you kai sent all the woman to work in the kitchen at ivy's restaurant, you hated it kai's minions making comments about you to your face you lost count of how many times winter had to stop you from punching them.

And today was no different you handed the plate of food ivy made to one of kai's men with a glum look on your face "Oh cheer up y/n if you smile more and don't have a bitchy attitude you'd be 100 times more bangible" one of them said "is that right and if your divine ruler heard you talking to me like that your head will be bangible with a gun" you smiled fakely walking away hearing his pals laughing at the comeback you gave.

Meanwhile kai was at home with his brother in the basement, "kai I didn't know you were doing all this starting a movement running for senator it's incredible" kai's brother said shocked that he didn't know about all of that he felt guilty he didn't.

They conversed about posting videos for social media and whatnot but deep down kai's brother knew this was going down hill.

You stormed into the kitchen angrily "the next time one of them makes a comment about me I swear I'll be in prison" you yelled clenching your fist, "well you can just get kai to deal with it can't you" beverly sniggered you shook your head "No because it will be my fault bev for some reason it's always my fault and I'm putting a fucking plate infront of their gutsy faces" you snapped.

Winter and ivy came in ivy also angry at them too "we've let this shit go too far already but I've been thinking about this those boys are just grunts, they don't so much as take a shit unless he tells them to, but if we cut off the head of the snake the entire army falls" beverly stated your eyes went wide "you can't do that" you said.

"Oh yeah why not" beverly said walking up to you "because you fuck him y/n think about it he treats you like absolute shit and you take it he cheated on you he even raised his hands to you yet your too dickmatised to even stand up to him" beverly sniggered.

"Because me and winter know the real kai unlike you lot okay he was once a caring sweet guy just he's too far into the darkness" you said waving your hands around, "Tell them winter" you said depending on what she was going to say next, winter told the woman what made her brother change from a sweet person to the person he is today.

Winter told you the story months ago after you and kai had another fight and you knew if you were to see what they did it would mess you up too, "he's lost his way but we can try and put him on the right path me and y/n will go to him he'll listen to us" winter said you knew that kai was too deep in the rabbit hole to come back from at this point.

"Fine we'll try it your way but come to the end the week if I'm still in this god damn kitchen, I'm coming for your brother and you both better get out of my way" beverly warned you didn't want kai to get hurt but it would be his own fault if anything were to happen to him.

You felt sick to your stomach knowing members were starting to turn against kai, but you knew if kai found out it wouldn't be pretty for other members of the cult.

A few days later you were laying on yours and kais bed watching something on the tv feeling sick to your stomach for days on end you didn't know what it was nerves, a gut feeling that something not good was going to happen you didn't know.

You were stopped in your thoughts by one of kai's volunteers entering your room, "divine ruler wants to see you in the basement pronto" they informed with a soft sigh you grabbed your phone taking it with you down to the basement seeing kai sitting there with his mustered coloured shirt on.

"You wanted to see me" you said you hadn't had any alone time with kai since his volunteers came here so you wanted whatever this was to be good but deep down you knew it was most likely the opposite.

"Come sit with me" kai instructed his eyes boring into you his pinky raised out, you sat on the chair connecting your pinky with his, kai took in a deep breath before exhaling, "Absolute truth, do you love me?, will you always be loyal to me" He asked you couldn't help but have a tear running down your cheek, "yes but sometimes you make it so hard to kai" you whispered.

"It's time for you to understand y/n your place in the bigger picture i must have your vow" kai said, you felt nervous and scared "yes" you whimperd as the more silent tears trickled down your cheeks, noticing kai's tears pulling his pinky away from your own, you didn't know what was going on this wasn't like kai to do this.

"Kai?" You said bending down infront of him in concern, "kai what's wrong I never seen you interrupt a pinky power before" you said taking his hand in yours, kai just looked at you before saying anything, "I just love you so much our family" kai stated you couldn't help but feel your heart flutter when he said he loves you but confusion when he said our family, "our family?" You asked "the family we're going to make" kai whispered

"I need you to prove your loyalty to me" kai sighed you furrowed your brows, you already proven yourself loyal to him time and time again, "what do you mean" you asked with a hint of uncertainty in your tone that kai caught on to very quickly.

"A life changing experience for the cult" kai stated you still couldn't comprehend what he was trying to say, "kai" you whispered now worried of what he had planned for you, "you will be carrying my messiah baby" kai spit out like it was nothing, you were shocked it was beyond belief you hadn't been back together A full year and to add to it all this is not the environment to raise a baby.

"You got to be kidding me kai" you chuckled not believing what he's telling you, "I'm not kidding I need someone to take over one day when I'm gone from this world and what better person to give me that than you" he shrugged nonchalantly, "kai this is fucking crazy I'm not getting pregnant" you said seeing the anger grow in kais eyes his fist slamming down on the wooden table.

"After everything we've been through over the years y/n huh?" Kai yelled, "kai this isn't the right place to raise a baby and you know that, plus we're not stable enough to have a baby we breakup all the time it won't be good for the kid" you defended, "your the one that kept breaking up with me" kai scoffed "because YOU cheated on me" you yelled lifting yourself from the ground and went to leave the basement but kai knew how to get under your skin.

"You know I could have asked Meadow if she was still alive and you know what she would have instantly spread her legs for me to pregnate her" you heard kai say his arms folded puffing his chest proudly at his statement, "you seriously just said that kai then why didn't you keep her alive then if she was so easy to do whatever you please" you yelled turning your body to him.

"Because she's not like you your the only one I want carrying my heir" kai said you didn't know what to feel anymore, angry, worried the list went on when it came to kai, "I chose you to carry my child y/n no one else" kai whispered his hand cupped your cheek his thumb grazing over the skin.

Before you could say anything else kais lips were on yours hungrily, you couldn't help but moan into the kiss moving your lips in sync with his, kais tongue swiped across your bottom lip seeking entry which you granted him, your hand on the back of his neck as he guided you both to the sofa.

A few days went since kai told you about getting you pregnant, you were still against it but gave in kai was going to ally's house to talk with her you stayed behind doing housework with winter, "I can't believe him honestly" you sighed putting laundry away, "this isn't a place to raise a kid especially around kai" winter said you felt the tears roll down your face again 'what if i an pregnant?' You thought you hadn't been feeling right since the last time you and kai had been together.

"Winter I think I actually might be" you said winter's head snapped to you in shock, "what do you mean?" She asked "a few weeks ago I haven't been feeling right ever since do you maybe have a spare test or something" you asked winter nodded heading to her room grabbing a spare test she had laying around.

You went into the bathroom taking the test, waiting on the results you washed your hands taking the test with you back to winter, "I'm scared winter what if I am how would kai really react?, what if he changes his mind," all the worst case scenarios running through your head, "Hey he won't change his mind maybe this will change him for the better" she smiled bringing you in for a hug as you cried in her arms.

Kai finally came home you didn't realise still crying in winters arms, "What's going on here?" He asked looking around the room finally landing his eyes on the test by the chest of drawers, he picked up the test you watched his with glassy eyes his expression was unreadable, "your pregnant?" He questioned, "a few weeks I think" I whispered kai's face light up bringing you in for a hug.

"We're going to be a family" he beamed making you feel better about the situation, "I need you to stay off cult things and the kitchen your only job is to make sure the baby is fine" kai instructed, all you could say that day was that you saw the real kai, the old kai for longer than a second.

The next night you sat in you and kais shared bedroom once again whilst the cult did whatever they were doing, you heard shouting, but it didn't phase you you learned that ally Mayfair Richards was now a member of the cult but you didn't trust her and you let kai know about that too.

After a while kai went upstairs in his cult gear changing into nightwear, "how's the baby" he asked, "still growing who did you kill?" You asked curiously eyes still fixated on the book you were reading, "I told you that cult stuff is not your priority right now" kai said shoving some grey sweatpants on, "I'm still making it one of my priorities" you shrugged kai let out a smirk climbing into bed with you.

"Vincent" he mumbled pulling the covers over him, "your brother" you asked you liked Vincent wondering why kai killed his own brother, "he tried to jeopardise me by trying to get me locked up" he informed, you didn't say anything closing your book over, "I called the doctors today" you changed the subject.

"Oh yeah what did they say?" He asked pulling you closer to him, "we have an appointment next week for a first scan make sure there is indeed a baby there and that they're healthy so be free then" you said with a yawn closing your eyes, kai had been more affectionate since yesterday when you told him about the pregnancy, he was over the moon but you were always sceptical of it all

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rmoonstoner · 9 months

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Lovely Little Sky

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Chapter 10

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Warning:

Graphic depictions of violence, death, mention of torture and blood. Mention of rape but no description of it, mention of death and child loss.

Summary:

Jake shows you his softer side for others. Steven witnesses this as well, and rethinks the way he sees Jake.

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"I wish I could, but… I can't." Jake replied while avoiding Steven's gaze. He waited for Steven to get angry, and possibly shout and scream at him, to which Jake would have shoved him right down into the headspace…

But instead, Steven just slumped his shoulders and looked at his hands.

'Oh. Alright, then. Um… Does that mean I can summon the suit still?'

"What?" Jake was confused.

'You know… The suit. I never made a deal with Khonshu, yet when Marc did, I got to use the powers. Do I still get to use the powers, or don't I? I mean, she scratched me up pretty good, and she saw it. We just didn't exactly talk about the fact the scratches were gone by the time I was done with her. When Marc left Khonshu, I just kinda went along with the whole leave us alone thing…'

"Are you fucking serious? You're concerned about whether or not you get your little hoity toity bespoke suit? How fucking British of you, Steven."

'Uh huh. Right. And like your little 'I'm a Mexican gardener' shtick wasn't cliche enough? Almost borderline racist-'

"You shut the fuck up. We aren't Mexican, we're Spanish. At least we actually have Spanish in our genes."

'So? And Marc's Jewish, yet you clearly are not.'

"I used to be, but not anymore. I swear, one of these fucking days I am going to go to a steakhouse and eat a blue rare steak with butter and bacon on it, and force you guys to watch." Jake snapped at him with a harsh glare.

'Ah, so you're the one that asked that girl at work on a date to a steakhouse. Right. A bloody vegan taking someone out for a bloody steak. Donna got right in my face about that one.'

"Yeah, and you told her you would eat a pansy ass salad and some bread. That steakhouse doesn't have vegan bread." Jake muttered at Steven.

'Fuck. And I thought Marc was a dick. This is just great. I have to share a body with two assholes. I'm going to be very surprised if she stays here with us. How can she even like you? You're a prick.'

"That's not what she says when I have her pinned in the back of the limo."

'You fucked her in my limo?!' Steven hissed, and Jake rolled his eyes.

"Our limo. I'm the one that made you buy it, remember?"

'That's beside the point. So you hired her, fucked her, then she pity fucks me-'

"She didn't pity fuck you, Steven. She likes you. She likes all of us. You have no issues with Marc liking her, because you fucked her before he did, which by the way, it doesn't matter who got to her first. What matters, is that she likes everyone for who they are." Jake pulled out another smoke, and Steven growled at that. He was not happy at all that Jake smoked a lot.

"Do you realize how rare it is for a person with D.I.D. to find someone that doesn't give a shit about having such a condition? And then all of the alters actually being on board and liking her at the same time? That's fucking unheard of. Did you even stop to think about that? I bet you didn't. How would you feel if she fucked you first, then Marc decided he didn't like her? Or God forbid, if I didn't like her, and went paying for hookers instead? What then, Steven? Hmm? That wouldn't be fair to her. Be happy there are only three of us in this system, otherwise shit would hit the fan more often." Jake snapped back as he adjusted his hat and tie, cig hanging from the corners of his mouth.

'I'm still pissed, mate. Marc has to know about you. We can't hide you from him.'

"No. Not yet. Give me more time. Please, hermanito? Just a little more time."

'Fine. Why do you need more time?'

"I'm hot on the trails of a big time illegal auction ring. I am trying to return a bunch of items that were stolen, while also trying to find the person that keeps acquiring these things. I need to complete this mission, because there is an artifact I need, and men to punish."

'And you're taking her to these places? That's fucking dangerous. I don't want her to get hurt.'

"She won't get hurt. She wants to help me. Khonshu said he will teach her how to do real magic, and she wants that so badly. That's why we bought that book-"

'The book? A magic book? You better not be talking about the Book of Thoth. That's a fucking dangerous book.'

"You told her it could be dangerous, not that it is. It's not dangerous if a God helps her to learn. What did you want me to do? Go ask Doctor Strange? I don't think so. He used to be the world's leading neurosurgeon, and he would probably deem us dangerous and insane."

'Used to be is the word here. He has no authority over that.'

"Maybe so, Steven, but he is a powerful sorcerer now, and part of the Avengers. People respect his word, more than they respect Tony Stark's. And if he even gets a whiff of that book, and Khonshu being around, he might deem us and him as a threat, because that book was part of the Sanctum library at one time. Is that you want? Ya want a fucking wizard to come in here and mess up our lives more? What if he takes her away to teach her, himself? Or what if he deems us too dangerous to be around her? Do you want that to happen?"

'Well no. No, I do not want that to happen.' Steven looked down and started fiddling with his hands.

"So please… Please can we keep me and Khonshu a secret for now? Give me a month. Just a month is all I need. Please, hermanito? Please?" Jake gave him a pleading look. Stephen sighed and nodded.

'Fine. One month. Not a day longer.'

"Thank you. We should go check on her now. You did make her cry, and I thought I would have been the one to do that first." Jake muttered and Steven looked down, feeling bad about it.

'Yeah, I guess…'

***

"Okay. How about I teach you magic while Jake sorts Steven out?" Khonshu rumbled softly as he placed hand tobyour shoulder. It was weird to feel the cold on his fingers.

"Really?" You looked up and wiped a few stray tears from your face. You suddenly felt excited, instead of sad.

"Yes, really. First, I am going to have you go grab that ring Jake got from the auction." He said softly. You grabbed your purse, half dumping it on the bed. You snatched the ring, and held it up.

"Okay… So now what?"

"Next, put it on." He instructed you. You narrowed your brows, and looked at the ring.

"But I was explicitly told not to."

"Just put the fucking ring on."

"Fine. It's on. What next?"

"That ring is very similar to a Sling ring. A Sling ring is used to teleport to different places. Places being, here in this universe, or places that humans aren't supposed to be that are connected to it. Example, with this ring, you could take yourself to the top of the Eiffel Tower, or, you could appear on the boat in the Duat. You could also fuck it up, and end up inside a rock, lava, water, or the vacuum of space."

"That sounds horrible!" Your eyes went wide at the last sentence. You sure as shit didn't want to end up inside any of those places. Khonshu hummed and tapped his fingers on his beak.

"Yes, but with a simple item, we can prevent that from happening. Here, please take this silver pendant. It will override a bad place to appear, forcing the spell to be moved to a safer area. This will include other such things, like appearing in the middle of a war zone if you weren't intending to go there." Khonshu said, and with a quick snap of his fingers, he was holding a small silver crescent charm on a silver chain. He hummed and put the chain around your neck and took a step back to look at it. The charm was very small.

"Okay. That's good. I like this. So... How do I use the ring?"

"Think of a place you want to go. I recommend a place you have already been to."

You closed your eyes and imagined a place. The first place that came to mind was the back seat of the limo. When you opened your eyes, you were still in your bedroom.

"It didn't work. Maybe I'm not able to-"

"Well done. People don't usually get it the first time." Khonshu said as he pointed his staff behind you. You turned, and there was an unusual tear in the space there. Inside the torn space, was a clear view into the back of the limo.

"Holy shit… I thought the ring just straight up teleported me, not open up a portal…"

"Well, that's what it does. Go on, go through it. It feels weird, and you might feel sick after the first time, but you'll be fine. I promise." Khonshu said, and he ducked into the portal to take a seat at the very back of the limo. You slowly approached the whispered tear in space, and you could feel a small wind rushing around. You reached out, hand going through the portal, and you were suddenly yanked through and spat out on the floor at Khonshu's feet.

"Sorry. I forgot to mention the amulet will make sure you won't be harmed by an ill cast portal. It slammed shut, because you lost concentration. Portals can be used to cut things, or people, in half."

You felt cold and numb, yet your skin was hot to the touch. Your body felt like a million bees were swarming inside you and you suddenly felt the need to vomit. Khonshu was quick to open the door for you, and you stumbled out to empty the contents of your stomach in a trash bin.

"I'm sorry. I should have warned you about the vacuum part." He said softly, while you just raised a middle finger at him between heaving into the trash. He chuckled and reached over to rub your back.

***

Jake was now right back at your door, knocking and calling your name. He got no reply, and he didn't hear any voices inside.

'She's ignoring you.' Steven piped up.

"Shut up." Jake snapped and he opened the door. He walked inside, and found you were gone, as was his boss.

'Where did she go?'

"Fuck if I know…" Jake replied, and his eyes landed on your purse that was sitting half dumped out on your bed.

The ring.

"Shit. He probably is teaching her how the ring works." Jake muttered, and he left your room, shutting the door with a loud thunk as he walked away.

'Ring? What ring? I thought you said it was a book.'

"I bought a weird looking double finger ring. Khonshu demanded I buy it." Jake grumbled as he kept walking.

'Is that why my wallet was all rearranged? Did you steal from me?'

"Borrowed. I borrowed some money. You'll get it back once I get the bounties."

'How much did you spend?!'

"Uh… You don't want to know."

'Jake. How much did you spend?!'

"Nearly all of it." The second he said the words, Steven nearly fainted away into the headspace. He managed to hang on and stay present. He was clutching his chest and his hair, looking like someone had just knocked the wind from him.

'Oh for fuck's sakes! Give me the body this instant!'

"No. I have to return a few items today. That will get us at least two million back. Plus, your stocks are soaring, and those investments returned double the profit."

'That's still not helping me feel any better.'

"You know what? I don't fucking care. I don't have time for this shit today. I'm going to get my shit together, and go find her. Then, I'm taking her with me to go return the items back to who they originally belonged to."

***

By the time Jake had grabbed his duffle bag and the items he needed from his safe, you had stopped feeling sick and crawled back into the limo. You were flat on your back, just staring at the ceiling and the underside of Khonshu's beak.

"Is that going to happen every time?" You croaked out and licked your lips.

"Yes, but you'll get used to it. The nauseating feeling goes away once you have a good grasp on how the ring works."

"Is all magic gut wrenching?"

"Pretty much. Why? You don't want to learn any more?"

"That's not it, I still want to learn."

"Good, because I suspect you'll need to know it if you plan to stay with them."

"Well, unless I outright get told to leave, I'm staying."

"Good. Now get up. Jake's got things to do for me today, and he wants you to go with him."

You left the garage and went back to your room the regular way, by walking, much to Khonshu's dismay. You got changed, and then packed your purse with what you would need, phone, wallet, headphones, and other such things. You were just coming out of your room, when you saw Jake coming down the hallway with his bag and a mean look on his face.

"Oh… Hey…" You greeted him, and he stopped mid-stride, looking up at you, his face going soft. He then looked to his left at the glass of the photo frame.

"Hey, mi cielo." He said in a soft voice as he turned back to look at you. He was now wearing that grin that he seemed to reserve only for you.

"Are you going out?" You asked.

"Yeah… Care to come with me?" He offered.

"Is Steven going to yell at me again?" You asked, and Jake glared at Steven in the reflection. Steven huffed and he slowly moved to a spot where you could see him better.

'No. I'm not going to yell at you again.'

"Are we okay?" You inquired.

'I guess. I'm just… I'm just really disappointed in the whole situation. I'm not mad at you.' He replied, but he sounded very touchy, like he just wanted some time to think.

"Good. Let's go." Jake muttered under his breath and walked past to get to the garage.

You went directly to the back seat and let yourself in, while Jake handed you your purse and went to the trunk to put his stuff away. He noticed the trash bin and raised a brow, thinking he should ask about it later. Steven didn't notice at all.

***

It wasn't long before the car was driving down the street, and you were sitting facing away from Jake. Steven was crafty, and had figured out how to move into any reflection, so long as Jake was close enough to you. He slowly appeared in the reflection of the tinted window and hummed nervously.

'I'm sorry.' He finally whispered, his hand resting on the glass. You reached up and placed your hand where his was, and Steven could have sworn that he could feel your skin on his.

"It's fine. I deserve it. You have a right to be-"

'No. You didn't deserve me being angry at you. You were just doing what you promised to do. I would completely expect you to do the same for me. I'm just… I'm just upset that now I am in on the lies.' Steven huffed while keeping his hand firmly in place where yours was. The feeling of heat meeting his flesh was odd, because he couldn't exactly touch or interact with things in this state. He wondered if you could feel the warmth too.

"What do you mean by that?" As you spoke, you looked down at your hand. It was tingly and soft, almost as if you could feel Steven.

Steven saw the look in your eyes, and he knew he couldn't be mad at you. He thunked his head against the glass, then sat up straight. He decided that he couldn't bear Marc being angry with you, knowing Marc's anger was so much worse than his own. He sighed as he removed his hand from the comfort of yours, feeling the cold instantly creeping into his entire being. He crossed his arms and looked away.

'I promised not to tell Marc about him and the bird man for one month. Jake says he needs to do a bunch of things before Marc knows about him. Plus, Marc will just lose his shit, and probably get mad at you, and I don't want that to happen. He flies off the handle, takes control of the body, abuses the shit out of it, then hands it back in tatters. I don't want you to see that. I don't want him to say or do something to hurt you."

"You think he would hurt me? I don't want any of you to be mad at me at all. I didn't want to lie to you. I told Jake and Khonshu that."

'I believe you. But now this is gonna be awkward to explain to Marc why he is missing a whole day. He's going to ask me what I did with my time with the body, and I can't just go, 'Uh, I don't know, mate. I also blacked out.' Because that's not gonna fly with him.' Steven said, and you both went quiet as Jake drove. Steven was already thinking up a multitude of excuses and stories he could make up that would sound plausible enough to Marc.

Being sick was out, as they haven't been sick since they met Khonshu. Steven couldn't say that he woke up and started drinking, because he barely drank to begin with. He couldn't say the weed did that to them, because Steven only really smoked that one time. He grunted as he tried to think, and you sat back on your phone to pass the time.

***

The first stop was a small home in a dingy neighborhood. Jake got out and grabbed what he needed, then he got you out of the back of the limo. You both went up to the door and he banged on the door with his fist three times. Not too long after that, an old lady opened the door. She smiled softly at Jake, then looked at you.

"Hello. It's good to see you again, Jake."

"Abuela. Sí."

"Who is this?" She asked and pointed to you. You were holding his arm, and she gave you both a suggestive look.

"Ah, this is my girlfriend. I thought you might like to meet her."

Steven was floored. He had never seen this old woman before, and he knew enough Spanish to know that Jake had just called her his grandmother. He was also surprised that Jake introduced you as his girlfriend.

"She's beautiful. Good job." She said and she shook hands with you. Jake gave Steven a warm smile, and he took your hand. She let you inside her home, and it looked like a tiny cottage you would imagine a witch to live in. Herbs were hanging in the windows, the kitchen was old fashioned, and there was no technology anywhere. The smells of baking filled the air, along with a mixture of the herbs that hung in every corner. You could smell the lingering scent of weed and various smells that were pleasant. Her home was cozy and comfortable.

"I've found your daughter's jewelry." Jake suddenly blurted out. He pulled out a box from the bag he held, and set it down in front of the old woman.

Her eyes filled with tears, and she clutched the box with shaking hands. Ever so slowly, she opened it, and she started to sob her thanks in a string of intangible jibberish. Inside the box was the first set of jewelry Jake had made you wear.

"Thank you so much. It's the only thing I had left of her since she died. Thank you, Jake." The old woman cried and gushed as she hugged Jake. He patted her back and held a warm smile as she buried her face into his jacket.

Steven just sat there in one of the dusty mirrors in shock. He had no idea Jake was helping regular people, and that box held expensive jewelry. Too expensive for a sweet old lady in a small house like this.

Jake and you stayed long enough for a coffee and some snacks, and you discovered he drank his black. You left shortly after, and Jake was taking you to another location. Steven was quiet the entire way, not sure if he could be truly be mad at the guy any more.

Another stop landed you at a very nice house. It was huge, but smaller than the one you lived in with the boys. Jake took you to the door, and just like before, he pounded on the door three times.

This time an old man answered the door. He took one look at Jake, and allowed him in without a word. Jake took you to what looked to be a parlor room, where there was heavy smoke in the air. There was a large man sitting at a desk with a laptop. The only sounds to be heard were the typing of the keys.

Jake pulled out a wad of cash, and then passed it to the man. The man didn't say a word as he withdrew a scrap of paper and wrote down an address. Jake snatched it away, and held out his hand in a demanding way. The man grumbled, and pulled out some sort of bag the size of a coin purse, handing it over with a bit of reluctance.

"Thanks." Was all Jake could say, and he promptly led you out of the house.

The next stop was at a run down warehouse, and Jake made you stay in the car this time. He wasn't very long inside the place, and he came out with a large package that looked like a rolled up rug. He was also in his moon suit and covered in soot.

"What the fuck?" You asked while giving him a skeptical look.

"I had to crawl into the furnace pipes to retrieve this. This thing has to go back tomorrow." Jake remarked while his mask melted away. With a very exaggerated gesture, he flicked the soot and dirt from his clothes, but you suspected it was the magic that came with it.

Steven was surprised to see that sort of simple power, and he decided it would have been helpful in the past, when he had been covered head to toe in blood. He was baffled that Jake's suit was just plain street clothing, plus a mask. He had no idea that Jake could change the look of the suit.

The entire day was spent going to odd and seemingly unrelated places. Each place, Jake would be handing off or receiving money or items. A lot of the places he stopped in were the homes of everyday people, returning lost or stolen items to their rightful owners. By the end of the day, he had stopped at the bank, the same one that Steven used. He took his hat off, combed his hair, and changed his coat to a suit jacket. He smiled at you, and his expression was exactly Steven's. You sighed at seeing that and he brought you into the bank with him, arm in arm.

Steven was freaking out, wondering if Jake was going to try and take more money from his account. He even started asking Jake what he was planning on doing, asking a million questions as they went inside. Jake just ignored him, and stood before the bank teller with that almost fake smile and his briefcase.

"Oh, hello there!" Steven's voice came from the body, but it was Jake. He put the case in one hand, then adjusted his tie as he greeted the teller.

"Card please." The teller said with a half smile. Jake pulled out Steven's wallet and withdrew his bank card and ID. She took Steven's cards and looked them over. She smiled and greeted Jake back with a polite and sweet tone.

"Ah. Doctor Grant. It's good to see you again. What can I do for you today?"

"I'd like to make a deposit. I made an investment, and it returned a profit." Jake replied in an English accent. Steven scowled and muttered something about how he didn't sound like that at all, that was more country sounding than his own. You just giggled and waved at the teller. She waved back.

"Ah, wonderful. Just so you know, your other investments have been deposited in your account this morning. The Stark Foundation stocks are quickly climbing in value, as are the other ones from America." The teller chatted to Jake about his profits, while Steven sat there utterly confused.

He hadn't put anything into stocks from America, especially not the Stark foundation.

"How are the ones doing from Japan?" Jake asked, and the teller hummed.

"They are at a stand still until your lawyer comes back from there. Mr. Murdock sent you a funds request… About an hour ago. We couldn't clear it until you arrived-"

"Clear it now, please, love. Give him double of what he's asking for, he'll need it for negotiations." Jake interjected sweetly, the British accent somewhat sounding a bit more like Steven. The clerk smiled and did just that.

While you waited for the clerk to do her job, Steven was trying to get Jake's attention.

'Jake. Why are we sending money to our lawyer in Japan?' He asked and Jake continued to ignore him. A moment passed and the clerk smiled, handing Jake a receipt for the transfer of funds. After, Jake requested access to the security deposit box.

Steven was amazed when Jake was taken to a private room where the teller took his briefcase. When she opened it, it was tightly packed with bills. Once the money was deposited, she showed the balance, and Jake sneered at his reflection, well he sneered at Steven. Steven was shocked to see a few million go back into his account just from the briefcase alone.

That's when Steven noticed all the investment names that were listed, and he was amazed to see that Jake had invested in all the superhero companies in New York. The Avengers via Stark Industries, the Fantastic Four via the Baxter Institute, Parker Industries, which was a subsidiary of Stark's, and that one frequently backed Spiders-Man's legal team, which ironically was Nelson and Murdock's Law Office. The same law office that defended the Punisher, Daredevil, and apparently now Moon Knight.

Steven was swimming in so much information, he decided to just stay quiet.

***

Now it was dinner time, and Jake was taking you to a restaurant. Steven was worried Jake would make good on his threat to eat a steak, but instead, Jake brought you to a place with vegan and vegetarian foods. You had a quiet dinner, with Steven barely speaking while he was let out to eat with you. When dinner was over, Jake took over again, and took you back to his home.

Jake asked you to go have a shower, then dress yourself in something pretty so you could meet him in his bedroom. Steven was upset by this, and he waited until you were gone, before he spoke up about it.

'Are you serious? You're going to fuck her in front of me?'

"Why should you have a problem with that, when you banged her in a changing stall, with Marc watching and participating?" Jake snickered as he withdrew a cigarette and lit it.

'That's… That's different. I'm on good terms with Marc.'

"Yeah, well, whether you like it or not, I was there. I must say, you did a very good job with her. You listened to my advice, regardless of the fact you tried to pretend that I didn't exist. Funny how that works, huh?" Jake teased with a smirk. Steven rolled his eyes and crossed his arms as a pouty look melted onto his face.

'Fuck. I don't know whether to be disgusted or grateful.'

"Be grateful." Jake said, and he heard a knock on his door. He grinned and winked at Steven, before he called out to you.

"It's open, mi cielo!"

When you got inside, Jake was just closing his closet. His jacket was off, and his sleeves were rolled up, showing off those muscular forearms of his. A sigh left your mouth, which they both took notice of.

"Okay. I am clean, and in a nice dress. Now what?" You questioned him. He exhaled a plume of smoke and put his cigarette out between his fingers. Steven had seen him do this a few times now, and he finally understood the thick calluses on his fingers, and why he sometimes would wake up with the scent of cigarette smoke all over him.

"Well, since Steven is in the know now, I thought he might appreciate going with us tonight. Though, boss man is going to be mad, but I don't really fucking care if he is." Jake remarked with a good crack to his neck. You could see a wince in his reflection, Steven not really enjoying the sound.

Steven was also surprised at how cocky Jake was. How he wasn't afraid to talk like that about Khonshu. He sort of liked it.

"But what are we doing?" You asked as you took out some lipstick and applied it. Steven moved close to watch, his eyes squinting as you made an 'o' face.

"I intend to take you to the warehouse."

"Oh. Okay." You murmured back with a weak smile. Your stomach felt a bit tight, knowing exactly where he was taking you. You didn't understand why you needed a nice dress to go to the warehouse.

'Uh, guys? What's this warehouse business all about? Is that a club?' Steven overheard the conversation, and he chewed his lower lip, waiting for an explanation.

"You'll see when we get there, hermanito." Jake replied with a sneer. Steven felt shivers go up and down his spine. He was not liking the playful undertones in his voice.

***

Jake took you to a place that took at least an hour to get to. It was by the docks, located near agricultural land. The streets were quiet, with no activity for miles. Trees surrounded the warehouse property, making nearly the entire place impossible to see into.

Now that you were at the warehouse, it began to set in that this was the place Jake was mentioning before. A place where he could do his business quietly. The place you would be tasked with cleaning after he 'used' it.

The building was old, but the outside was relatively decent, made of red bricks and grey flagstone. It had a large junk yard all around it, with various cars in the lot in various stages of disrepair. A few looked alright, like the pristine taxi cab that sat by the entrance. The tall lamp posts had old and yellow bulbs, and most of them didn't work. A few flickered to life, then would turn off for a few minutes, and back on for a brief while.

The yard itself was made of small pebbles and dirt. Patches of grass and weeds were growing alongside the ten foot tall prison-like fence that had rolls of barbed wire at the top. Almost every lamppost had a brand new security camera, covering every possible inch of the yard, and they were not subtle. It was weird that this dump would have so many cameras, considering what Jake used this place for.

The thick stainless steel entrance door appeared to have been recently replaced, and it was heavily reinforced around the frame and wall. There was a small keypad beside the knob, and Jake punched in a few numbers, not bothering to hide the combination from either you or Steven. It didn't matter to him if you two knew the code. Besides, you would need it later anyways.

Once inside, you took a look around. It was your average old building, with peeling wallpaper, chipping paint, and a lot of dirt and grime. The ceilings were bare, and showed all the pipes, ducts, and wires. There was barely anything inside the first hallway, which was an office with all the old things relating to what this place used to be.

The next room was an old break room, barely the same size as Jake's bedroom. It was painted baby blue, and the paint was newer than the rest of the building, but it was still old and smoke stained. It housed appliances from the 70's, an old microwave, hotplate, water cooler, and a half sized seafoam green fridge. There was an old, fold up, metal table that was used to hold it all, minus the fridge. In the corner of the room, sat a small stainless steel sink that looked like it was recently installed judging by brighter blue paint in the shape of the old sink all around it. The pipes under it were brand new as well.

The first thing Jake did, was flip the break room lights on, and he went about rinsing the coffee pot and starting the machine to make coffee. You took notice of how he added double the grounds then what was necessary to make it extra strong. Afterwards, he went and opened the fridge, gesturing to the contents as he looked at you.

The inside of the fridge was spotless and very clean. There were all sorts of imported beers, ciders, and soda pop. He even had water bottles, most being the flavored bubbly kind. You nodded your thanks and took something to drink, deciding on a cider, then you hesitated and also grabbed a nonalcoholic drink as well. Jake nodded back and took out a small bottle of whiskey, then he shut the fridge as he went to stare at the bubbling coffee pot.

"So… This is the warehouse? It's kind of shifty looking, no offense." You said to Jake. He chuckled and turned to look at you.

"None taken. I just bought this dump with a friend, real cheap, too. Some of the cars that were included were well worth the price of the land. My mechanic is gonna move in here soon to fix the place up."

"All I saw was junk and a taxi outside." You snarked at him, and he let out a large laugh.

"Well they are all shit boxes, except for the cab. Frenchi can do what he wants to the other cars. The taxi has been mine for about five years, and I maintain it well. The limo is much better, and that gets worked on by my mechanic, but I still use the cab for undercover work. It's less flashy." Jake explained as he took the half brewed pot and quickly poured some of the liquid into a metal travel mug, before replacing the pot to continue brewing. The coffee was thick and syrupy, because it wasn't finished brewing. He dumped a lot of whiskey into it, then took a big swig, nearly drinking it all. He sighed with a smile on his face, and slammed the thermos down, going to refill it again the same way.

Once he was satisfied with his second cup, Jake grabbed a bottle of water, putting it into his coat pocket, and took you to the next room. It was a large open area, appearing to be a garage of sorts. It had three bays in the floor, and a bunch of tool chests dividing each one. Tools lined the walls on peg boards, as well as boxes of parts and shop supplies on the old rusty metal shelves.nit was surprisingly very neat and organized.

The other half of the room was basically a parking lot for the nicer cars in the yard. There was a 1970 El Camino, painted in a starlight black fleck paint, but it was missing tires. Next to it sat a large silver 2008 Dodge Durango, which was missing seats and the windshield. Beside it was red Austin Mini, what year you couldn't tell, because it was completely stripped of everything, except the frame and shell.

The final car in the lineup was the best one. It was a 2008 Porsche 911, and nothing was wrong with it, aside from the hood being flipped up. The engine was perfect and clean, and you couldn't see what was wrong with it. Even the white pearlescent paint was spotless and ding free.

Steven had been following around and gawking at the whole room and the contents. He was quietly fuming about the fact that Jake had recently purchased this place, with some guy named Fenchie no less, and he racked his brain to see if he could remember seeing any odd charges to his account when he was there earlier that day, as Jake had made a point of showing him the balance history for the past two months. He groaned when he realized he most certainly had seen a large chunk withdrawn from a different account, and several others for utilities that he had just assumed went with the new house.

"There's a few more rooms. One is a storeroom the size of a classroom. That's the one I will be conducting my business in." He flipped on the lights as he walked, showing you a bathroom and a few closets with cleaners in them. When he finally got to the door of the room in question, you found it was also the same as the front door, all heavy and thick steel with a number pad on it.

He punched in the code, and swung the door open.

You gasped, seeing the empty room had only one thing in it.

A man strapped to a chair, a pool of dried blood on the floor around him. The stench of pure filth, like someone hadn't bathed in a week, mixed with soiled pants clung to the air like a viscous invisible smoke. It was revolting.

Steven was horrified, as he quickly looked around the room, noticing there was nothing reflective in it, save for the phone in your hand, and Jake's mug. He appeared on your phone, and looked up at you.

'Is he… Is he dead?' Came his soft and nervous voice. You shrugged, not knowing if he was or not, but he certainly smelled like it.

Jake came into the room, going right up to the man that was slumped over on his side as far as the chair would allow. You noticed the chair was bolted to the floor, with his hands and feet individually cuffed to the arms and legs. He had a cloth bag over his head, and flies were buzzing all around.

Jake nudged the person with his foot, and he didn't move. Steven gasped, and he looked away, glancing at you. You weren't looking away, because your eyes were trying to see if the body was breathing or not. Jake grabbed the man's head and yanked it back roughly, pouring the water he had brought with him all over the man's bagged head.

A loud snort and groan came from the man as he stirred awake. Jake stared down at him, and waited for a moment as the man lifted his head.

"Surprised you ain't dead, yet " Jake remarked with a stoic face, his eyes drawn into slits, showing his disgust. He nudged the man again, and you heard him coughing.

"Ugh, please, let me go… I promise not… Not to do it again…"

"Remind me why you're here." Jake stated coldy, causing you to flinch ever so slightly.

"I… I robbed… A young rich… Couple …" The man croaked between coughs. Jake sneered and raised his hand, then swiftly smacked the guy's face with the palm of his hand.

"And?!" Jake raised his voice a few octaves, the vein on on his forehead popping out just a bit as his anger began to rise.

"... And I killed them…" The man in the chair sputtered as he doubled over his lap.

Jake started to swear in Spanish as he circled the man. He brought his hands up, and made a fist as his gloves changed. Small crescent moons appeared over his knuckles, and he cracked each one of them one by one, making a threatening round of popping and snapping noises.

"You stalked them, terrorized them, tortured them, violated them, and you pretend that saying you robbed and killed them is good enough for me?" Jaked smoothly mocked as he reached out and backhanded the man. The man hissed out in pain. Jake grabbed the bag over his head, purposely snagging the hair underneath in a painfully tight grip. He leaned in real close, hissing to the man writhing in pain.

"You fucking scum. All for shiny pieces of gold. That woman you put your hands on, was eight months pregnant. You left her to die in a dark place, alone, and clutching her husband's cold corpse. She died in the hospital, and they couldn't even save the child." Jake growled out the words with much venom as he let go of the man. He turned to you, checking to see if you were scared.

You were definitely scared, but you understood that Jake was here to punish a sick and twisted individual. Knowing that little fact, and hearing the accusations made you less inclined to look away or stop him.

This man deserved it just by what you heard from Jake.

"Here's what's going to happen. You're going to confess everything, and I am going to record it. Then, I'm taking you to the police."

Jake did exactly that. He set up a voice recorder and a burner phone you had not seen before. He forced the guy to admit to his wrong doings, and then he came over to you, pointing to the door. You turned and left, making sure not to make a sound as he grabbed garbage bags and took you to the cab out front.

"Cover the seat, both back and front, and the floor, please. I'd rather not have to clean his bodily fluids out of my car." Jake requested as he handed you the bags.

You got straight to work, quickly covering everything he had asked. By the time you had finished, Jake was dragging the man out on a flat loading dolly. He had his hands zip tied behind his back, his feet bound in the same manner. The bag was still secured to his head. Jake threw the guy into the back, then locked the door.

"I'm going to drop this poor excuse of a human being off to the authorities. I need you to stay here. Don't worry about cleaning the mess up tonight. We can worry about it tomorrow, when you're not wearing a beautiful dress. I should only be about thirty minutes, an hour, tops. Feel free to have some drinks. Khonshu should be here soon to keep you company." Jake explained what he was going to do, and that you needed to stay here for your own safety. Before he left, he retrieved his iPhone from your purse, and made sure it was charged enough before he departed with the thug in his car.

It wasn't too long after, maybe five or so minutes after he left, that the moon God showed up. Again he was in his white suit, and he stood before you, hand raised in greeting. You nodded to him and approached him.

"You just missed Jake, er, I mean unless you were just invisible and hanging out."

"No. I was busy. I see Jake has dealt with that man he was holding." He simply said. He watched you snoop in the fridge for a drink.

"Yeap. He's taking him to the police." You muttered back as you grabbed another cider.

"Good. The man is lucky to leave here with his life, though he would probably welcome death now, with what Jake has done to him." He said, and you almost asked, when he held up his hand.

"Don't ask, that's why the bag was on his head." He said, and you opened your second drink, taking a quick chug of the ice cold fluid.

"So…" You cleared your throat, looking at Khonshu, who was leaning against the wall, both arms crossed, his cane tucked into the crook of his arm.

"So what? Are you bored?"

"No. I mean, I just witnessed Jake bitch slap a man that stunk like a garbage dump. I am pretty sure Steven is traumatized…"

"What?!" Khonshu flung himself from the wall and towered over you. Both of his hands were balled into fists as he hissed.

Well shit.

"Uh, um…"

"Why is Steven traumatized!? He's not supposed to be up when Jake is controlling the body!"

"Well, I've got some news for you, you silly old bird. Steven has been aware all day, has met Jake, and he knows about you still being around. He was not happy about it." You informed Khonshu and he started grumbling under his breath.

"This is not good. He'll blab to Marc, and not is not a great time for shit to hit the fan-"

"Calm down. Steven was definitely more upset about the fact I met and fucked Jake first, and didn't tell him about it. From what Jake tells me, Steven's a bit excited to have your powers back. Said he would give Jake one month to get his shit together, before he goes and tells Marc." You interrupted him, and kept talking until his body relaxed. He plunked his cane down and leaned on it while he ran a gloved hand down his forehead and beak.

"Is he still mad at you?" He suddenly asked. It was weird how soft his voice was.

"A little bit, I think. He did apologize to me, so I think we're good."

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The entire drive to the police station was mostly quiet, save for the radio that was playing 80's hits. The guy in the back was barely moving, but his occasional groan told Jake he was still very much alive. He had the front two windows down as far as they would go, in the hopes the smell would rush out the cab and not linger.

Steven was in the rear view mirror, and he was twiddling his thumbs as he nervously waited to get back to you. He didn't wish to ask Jake any questions while the man was still in the back seat, figuring Jake would be in a better mood once he was gone. Jake never looked at him, and once he got to the station, he parked a block away and dragged the guy into the back alley. Jake cuffed the guy to a large dumpster, and then he placed the evidence next to the man. With a grin, he kicked him one more time for good measure, and he went into the station.

Jake acted like he was a simple cabbie that barely understood English, one that happened to drive by. He told the cops the guy was beaten pretty badly, and they went to go claim him while he filled out a small police report using a fake name. He left into the shadows, and got back to his cab in record time.

'What the hell was the point in dragging her in to see you smack that guy around, Jake?' Steven suddenly popped up in the mirror. Jake started to laugh, the sound deep and utterly condescending.

"I need her help. She used to clean up crime scenes."

'You're not going to make her clean up blood and shit, are you?'

"Actually, yes. She's going to teach me how to do it myself, so I don't leave a trace. If she learns magic from Khonshu, then hopefully she can just make it all disappear a lot easier, making less work for us in the long run."

'He is going to teach her to use magic.' Steven parroting back in a snide voice.

'Why is he being nice to her?' Steven asked.

"He sees how happy she makes us. He knows she can see us as we are, the way we see each other. If we have something to protect, someone rather, we do a better job for him."

'But Marc left Layla because of Khonshu. What makes you think he won't do it again to try and keep this girl safe?'

"He won't run this time. We won't allow it, will we?" He said, and Steven puffed up a bit.

'Yeah… I don't wanna be alone anymore. I like how things are going with her.' When Steven said that, Jake let out an amused chuckle as he pulled back into the warehouse yard. He got out and removed the trash bags, dumping them into a large oil bin he used to burn things in.

"Besides, I can't imagine him wanting to be alone again, not when this one knows all the bad things about us, and continues to stick around. She told me she likes how smart you are, and how your little accent makes her squeeze her legs together. Pretty sure anytime you speak to her, her nipples are hard." Jake sneered at Steven, who was in the reflection of the cab's windshield. Steven felt a stirring of arousal at that knowledge, and he decided he would have to pay more attention from now on.

Back inside the warehouse, Khonshu was explaining how he teleported around, versus the way you did with the ring. He faded in and out as a misty light, choosing to keep his physical body and soul mostly in another plane, which was why he was so freaked out that you could touch him.

Jake strolled back into the break room without a care in the world as he went straight to the coffee pot and grabbed another. Khonshu came right up to him and you could tell he was glaring, mostly because his arms were crossed.

"I hear you have revealed yourself to the bookworm." Khonshu said, his voice showing irritation. Jake looked up at him and rolled his eyes as he waved him off.

"Don't worry about it. Steven is on board. He promised to keep us a secret from Marc for a month at the very least, so I suggest you start being nice to him." He replied calmly and turned around. He was quick to look around for Steven, spotting him in his mug.

"Right, hermanito?"

Steven sighed and nodded.

"Good."

***

I am sorry this took so long to produce. And for that, when it was finished, I didn't bother to run it through someone to proof read. Please enjoy, and comment if you want more.

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adamsrottingcorpse · 10 months

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I just realized how bad the hate for Scott Tibbs was and tbh it's pissing me off. Yeah I get why you wouldn't like him, he's an ass, but so is Mark Hoffman who is like one of the most popular saw characters. And the main reason people hate him is because of his "lack of care" for Adam but that's only in the documentary, we have no idea how their relationship was off camera. I refuse to believe that you could know someone for 20 years and just not care at all about them going missing or in general. I firmly belive that he was coping and in denial about Adam so he gaslit himself into "not caring about him" he also obviously has some mental problems that need to be sorted out. I know some of this is purely based off of headcanon but just bare with me. I feel like Scott is one of those people that was raised in a house where he was told that his emotions made him weak so if he was making a documentary that he knew would be public (I'm assuming) then he's obviously not going to be all emotional in it. Not to mention his band members which because he's the "boss" he clearly wants to be seen higher than them so I doubt he would ever open up to them. Say the reason you don't like him isn't because of his "hate" towards Adam. Say you don't like him because he defends John kramer and obsesses over him. Well then at that point if any of your favorite characters just so happen to be Jigsaw Apprentices then you're a massive hypocrite 💀 yeah, maybe the Apprentices don't obsess over him as much but they still work for him and have defended them and or agreed with his philosophy at some point. If you don't like him for another reason, that being him being an asshole or him harassing random people on the street then fair enough I can't say I have anything to really defend that however I think Adams disappearance played a big part in his behavior in the Documentary. And I don't even wanna hear anyone bring up how he stabbed Adam with a rusty nail. THEY WERE 6. Again I understand if you don't like him, as a huge Scott Tibbs fan even I get annoyed by some of the things he's said but I still felt like I needed to write this because it's just been pissing me off how the majority of people that don't like him only don't like him because of how he acts towards Adam in the Documentary. Say that Scott was an asshole to Adam on and off camera though, even then there are loads of characters that are like that yet are still extremely popular. And as much as I love Adam, (he's my favorite character) the Fandom needs to stop making EVERYTHING about him. He's the main/only reason people don't like Scott or even Lawrence for that matter which he isn't relevant in this but still. Maybe you just think he's an idiot for putting himself in a trap and as a Scott fan I agree he was but I still love him anyway. This is a bit off topic but, I feel like when it comes to characters people don't like it's hard for them to see into the characters perspective at all because all they can think about is how much they hate them, or when people like a character so much they fail to see any flaws in them which pisses me off aswell. Even if you don't like Scott, can you at least see where I'm coming from when I say all of this? Or do you just hate him too much to care? Anyways I THINK that's all 🥰

#scott tibbs #scott tibbs documentary #average scott tibbs fan #saw #adam stanheight #adam faulkner stanheight #saw 2004 #saw movies #leigh whannell #saw 2 #saw ii

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respectthepetty · 1 year

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I decided the best way to make it through Our Skyy 2 with minimal damage is to drink my way through it, so welcome to

CockTails in the Skyy! (there's no pun; stop laughing)

First up is Rum-Antics (Romantics + Rum & Antics) with Never Let Me Go

I have to make the drink first. *pause*

spiced rum (since I can't get Mekhong)

smashed blueberries (for that purple color that Nueng and Palm always had during their lovey-dovey scenes)

ginger ale (because I think Nueng was studying abroad in England, but if not . . . it is what it is)

brown sugar and lime juice on the rim (for class differences)

It's not even close to the purple I was going for, but it reminds me of the beach they went to and the filter that was used for it!

Okay! I got my drink. I'm in my rocking chair. I'm ready!

I'm already disgusted, and I don't know if it's because I put three shots of rum or because Palm is so in love with Nueng.

It's Palm. I can hold my liquor. He is disgusting. But this brown sugar and lime rim SMACKS!

The product placement and Nueng's attitude will be consistent I see.

TAM! Why did nobody mention her?!

The dad is alive? I don't know why I thought he was not alive.

I made this drink too strong. I don't know what is happening!

Oh, now I see why people are upset about the Master's. Palm had plans. Oh shit.

WHY ARE THEY GOING WITH THIS MAN?! (for plot reason, I know I know)

I like that Nueng in the series was like, "put the bad fortunes back" and Palm is now all, "don't listen to this rando" because that's *growth*

It's only been sixteen minutes?! I finished the drink already, so switching to sangria.

Palm is laying it on thick with the "we will be together." Read the room, sir. Your man is not on board.

IS THAT INTHA?! WITH A MACHETE?! He really got worse since high school!

They are hiding from him all over again with the finger on the lip just like the high school hall way.

HAHAHAHA! Why am I laughing that Intha just busted up their lovers' hug?

Phum/Petch is CRAWLING!

He pulled a Keke Palmer and really told Palm, "I don't know that man. Sorry to that man" about Nueng.

I knew who it would be, yet that reveal was FIRE! Why is my mouth open? *picks jaw up off the floor*

Them sitting by water reminds me that I need to drink water. I'm drinking too fast.

Nueng needs to get slapped for playing jokes in the Time of Cholera.

Nueng is making that Game of Thrones smile with this meal conversation.

Palm having his Devil Wears Prada moment and dismissing Petch is the petty behavior I love!

Perhaps Phum is an asshole to Palm in the present because Palm was an asshole to him in the past.

Nueng/Phuwin is a pretty boy. No further comment.

I hope Phuwin gets paid for his skills. Run him his money.

Kla really said, "we don't want to welcome the colonizers" by learning their language; they need to learn OUR language being on OUR land.

Oh, the Marc/Pawin feels are strong two drinks in.

Obviously, they have had to graduate from high school, but Palm confirming they did is wild to me since they were on the beach falling in love for most of that last year.

This is why I can't do historical dramas. There is no good time for me or my people to go back to. If the present still ain't it, why would I want to travel to an even worse time?

Oh shit! My ass just sobered up during this argument. Palm is spitting straight facts!

I'M FULLY SOBER NOW! A whipping?!

Nah, Petch deserves the energy Palm is giving him in this lifetime.

I might not actually be sober because that ending was rocky.

ANOTHER RUM-ANTIC for episode 2

Now Nueng is a teacher. Is he being paid for this service?!

It's Palm's birthday, yet he said being with Nueng is enough. Definitely not a fire sign, for sure.

Why does Pawin play shady so damn well?!

I already knew he wanted to flirt, but hearing it in the same sentence as "lashed, punished, and accused of doing an immoral act" just ruins the vibe a bit.

They really have time to write their feelings and bury them. This is why Palm is sleeping past noon.

Palm - My guy is out of my league. Nueng - My guy is stupid.

Fly, baby gay. FLY!

I should know how to count in Thai by now, at least to five.

I HATE GROUPS SINGING "HAPPY BIRTHDAY"!

And now Nueng is rattling off a poem. I cannot. I'm not drunk enough for this.

Sike! *record scratch* Y'all, I was expecting that hug to work too.

But at least we get more of this!

I don't like this plan. This is not a good plan.

Palm's walk is too much right here with this background music.

I'm thrilled my man is staying booked and busy after Ai Long Nhai.

That was a sick burn - "Even when you're reborn, you'll still be an asshole"

So they needed to experience a historical hate crime to get back? Cool beans.

I let the blueberries sit in the brown sugar and poured the juice in with the liquor. It is hitting right now in the best way as I entered the final quarter.

Phum asking if they remember him, their bully, is peak bully audacity.

A Zoomer buying a house? Definitely fictional.

Past era Palm and Nueng beating the "they were best friends and brothers" allegations! (unlike some other past "brothers" *cough* Dome x Khatha)

I know this is Pond and Phuwin's vehicle but Marc and Pawin are the drivers now!

I would like to link to the countless posts I wrote about Palm always choosing kindness and these two making the other stronger even through they are opposites, but that rum is hitting and I'm having to squint to focus.

Nah! I'm trying to get a visa for New Zealand right now for the World Cup, and it's a process. How did Palm get a whole ass passport and a ticket in a week?! Most unrealistic thing that happened in this show about two lovers being sent to the past.

These two talking about wanting to go back into the past to be enemies like they wouldn't rather stab themselves than give the other a paper cut. Pu-lease

OH SHIT! It's the singing I was warned about!

I know it's the theme song, but MUTE!

I don't know what happened at that end because I blacked out from the singing, but I know it was good.

Congratulations, Palm and Nueng on whatever happened!

Now that I am properly tipsy, I'm going to rate the Rum-Antics. The first was a 7/10 CockTails for too much rum and no Chopper, but the second was a hard 8/10 CockTails for its blueberry and brown sugar sweetness with MarcPawin, so I'm going to split the difference.

7.5/10 CockTails for my first OUTting.

Let's see how Pawin steals the show next week with Star in My Mind.

JOONGDUNK SUPREMACY!!!!!!

#Our Skyy 2 #Never Let Me Go #episodes 1 & 2 #Palm x Nueng #Cocktails in the Skyy

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littlegodzilla · 2 years

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Hi!!

Here I go again! Like I said in my Coming Soon post, I'm going to post today the second part of Our Past.

We have an asshole Daryl again but... well you'll all see.

I hope you like it!!

Our Past 2.

Daryl Dixon x Reader.

Part 2 of Our Past.

Warnings: TWD gore. Fighting. Daryl being an asshole again. Smut. Rough sex. Oral sex.

Words: 4400

Taglist: @phoenixblack89 @browneyes528 @lilythemadqueen @darylsgarden @green-eyedladywrites @srhxpci @xxtinasxxblog @hail-yourselves

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Things don't get better as the days go by. You try not to let it affect you, you know that Rick's group deserve to be in the community as much as anyone else, they are strong, intelligent, they have knowledge of the outside world that can help you defend yourselves, but sometimes you find it difficult to agree with Daryl. You know you have no right to be angry, even though his words have hurt you, he hasn't told any lies either, it's also true that you haven't known each other for more than one night, so it's possible that Daryl has always been like that, that shitty attitude is part of his personality that you didn't know. You don't understand it, because in his group it is evident that everyone admires and respects him, between Carol and him there is a more than evident connection, there is respect and affection, Rick bases all his decisions on the opinions of his group, but he always listens to Daryl to make the final decision. He is an important pillar in the group and you can only see him as a dick.

Days turn into weeks and even you feel your anxiety subside a bit as everything gets back to normal. You've had the odd run-in with Daryl on the streets of Alexandria, most of your encounters end in some sort of argument, you've tried to avoid him, but sometimes he seems to be looking to confront you.

That morning your class is interrupted by Rick. You are having a reading with the older group of kids, Rick's son Carl is among your students. You've talked to him a lot and he's told you a lot about his group, the places they've been, the people they've lost, you almost think you understand why they act the way they do. You stop the class and let the sheriff walk up to the middle of the room.

"Good morning, Rick, do you need Carl to come with you?"

"No, I'm not here for Carl, I wanted to talk to you, actually." He smiles but you look at him in surprise. "Could you step outside for a moment?"

"Yeah, sure, go on with your reading, I'll be right back." You tell your students walking out of the classroom along with Rick.

You hear murmurs behind you, you close the door leaving your children alone and follow Rick down the hallway before he stops and looks back at you.

"I'm not going to take up much of your time." He assures you and shifts nervously, you don't know what's going on but you start to feel uncomfortable too.

"Okay, what's wrong, has something happened?"

"No, not yet, it's what I want to avoid." He shrugs. "Deanna told me that you were alone before you got to Alexandria, that you survived on your own."

"Yeah... well I wouldn't call it surviving but..."

"Did you face the Walkers, did you kill any?"

"Some, yes...why?"

"I need to form a large group for a mission, I'll give you the details later, but I wanted to count on you... I count on you?"

"Of course, it's been a long time since I've been out on the road, so... I'd love to."

"Well, this afternoon, Deanna's office."

"I'll be there." You assure him and he nods letting you get back to your class.

The rest of the morning you can't get your students to concentrate on the subject matter, they keep asking what Rick wanted and why he had called you privately. They start spouting theories and gossip laughing amongst themselves as they manage to turn your cheeks red. Giving up you decide to stop the class and let them leave amidst laughter and a lot more whispering. You sigh rubbing your face feeling mentally tired, you too are curious to know what Rick wants from you, why he wanted to know if you were able to defend yourself against the Walkers. It's been a long time since you fought against any of them, that you have lost some of your reflexes and your courage, maybe, but you are still able to defend yourself, of that you are sure.

In the afternoon you return to the main house as you had agreed with Rick that morning. When you enter Deanna's office you see that you are not the only one summoned, besides the woman and Rick there are also Michonne, Glenn, Maggie, Daryl and Deanna's children. All eyes fall on you for a second, Daryl frowns and chews his lip snorting, walking away to the side of the room. You try to ignore him and close the door behind you.

"Sorry I'm late."

"Don't worry, everyone's been here ahead of time." Deanna jokes and you smile in appreciation of her comment. "What did you want to tell us, Rick?"

"It's about the Walkers." He explains. "We found a large herd not far from here."

"A herd?" Glenn asks and Rick shakes his head.

"More like a horde... They're trapped in an old quarry, but they're starting to escape and will soon come this far..."

"The walls will stop them, we'll be able to pick them off one by one." Spencer says without giving it too much importance.

"There are too many of them, if we let them get this far, Alexandria will fall."

"So what's your plan?" wants to know Deanna. "Do you think we can stop them?"

"It won't be easy, but we can re-route them, get them far enough away from the community so they don't become a problem."

"That would involve letting them out of where they're trapped."

"Yes, but under our control, we'll guide them and make sure the group doesn't break up, so they all go in the same direction."

"Okay, we'll take the caravan, I want to go there." Deanna gets up from her seat.

"Deanna, I don't think that's..." Attempts to stop her husband, but she shuts him up.

"No, I need to see it, if we're really in danger we need a specific plan to make it all work out."

"We will meet the caravan at the main gate, whoever doesn't have weapons Olivia give them."

The brief meeting over you all set off to follow the orders that Rick and Deanna have jointly given, everyone starts to leave the Monroe's house, you are pensive, the plan scares you a little, but you wish you could help. You are about to leave with the others when Daryl stops you.

"Where do y'think yer goin'?"

"What do you mean, where? I'm going too."

"No way, yer stayin' here." He says in a hoarse voice.

"Who do you think you are to decide that?" you frown releasing yourself from his grip. "Rick has asked for my help, and I'm going to help."

"It's an important mission, the last thing we need is to have to worry about yer ass." He growls and tense his jaw hard.

"Why are you so afraid of me being around your friends?"

"I'm not afraid of ya..."

"You're not? Because every time I'm with them you look like a caged animal." You advance a few steps towards him and Daryl steps back. "Are you afraid of what I might tell them? Do you think I'd tell them your past?" you smile because there's a hint of doubt in him.

"They'd know yers too..." He tries to defend himself, but you shrug.

"I don't care if your friends think I'm a whore, they don't know me, but it's clear that you do care. They are important to you, they respect you. So... What do you think they'd think of you if they found out?" You challenge him, you can't help but smile because he really does look worried now.

"If ya wanna die, ain't make too much noise." He growls one more time and walks out, but your smile of victory doesn't leave your mouth.

You walk into your house feeling like your heart is going to burst out of your mouth. You are excited, you are going to get out of those walls again. It should scare you, you should refuse because you are safe there, protected, but you have to admit that you miss being able to see more than just the houses of the community. You go up to your room to grab a backpack, it's just a reconnaissance run to make the plan work, but grab a few things in case it gets complicated, you also grab your own weapon from under your bed. A Halberd you found on your way while looking to save yourself, it has been your companion ever since and Deanna allowed you to keep it. You carefully strap it to your back after putting on your backpack with some clothes and food and set off in search of the others.

You want to show that you are useful, you want to help Alexandria as they have helped you. But most of all you want to prove to Daryl that you're not useless, that whatever he thinks about you, he's wrong. You want him to leave you alone, you live in the same community now, but you're willing to accept him as a neighbor, as long as he keeps a certain distance from you.

You get into the caravan greeting the rest of the group, leaving your backpack aside, your companions seem surprised by your equipment, it is true that you have been hiding that part of you for a long time, but it has never disappeared completely.

The trip is quiet, but all along the way you feel Daryl's gaze on you.

Getting to the quarry is easy, what is difficult to digest is what you find there. It is true that there are a large number of Walkers, too many to fight them, for Alexandria to fight them. There are trucks both above and below preventing the dead from escaping, some try and succeed, but they are hardly a threat. They won't get very far.

"As you can see; there are two trucks acting as a barrier at both the upper and lower exit, but in the upper area the ground is starting to give way, if the truck falls the whole horde will escape through there and the direction they will take will be towards Alexandria, but we can form a barrier and stop them." Rick continues to explain, everyone watches in silence, staring at all those beings.

"Reg could take care of that, with the construction team right away they could take care of that."

"We'll draw up a better plan in Alexandria, I want everyone to collaborate." Rick insists, then looks at you and calls you to come to him. "Come with me, I want to see what skills you have." He asks you, you nod your head.

"No..." Daryl then speaks, putting himself between Rick and you.

"I need to know what she's capable of out there Daryl, she clearly knows how to defend herself, but..."

"I'm tellin' ya no, she'll only give us trouble."

"Before she was the community teacher, she was out with Aiden and Nicholas exploring, you can trust her." Deanna says.

"Rick, no..." Daryl says again, but Rick ignores him and so do you.

You walk with the sheriff to the bottom from where some Walkers are managing to escape, he steps aside leaving you to show him what you can do. You swallow hard and hold your spear in front of your body. It's been a long time since you've faced one of them, but as soon as the head of your Halberd slices the first one in half and you pierce the skull so it stops hissing, it's like riding a bicycle. You never forget. You hold your weapon tighter and go for the next one without the fear of before.

You dance with your weapon as you attack a third Walker that has escaped, you hit its rotting body with your weapon to then cut its head in two, the smell is unpleasant, but you feel the adrenaline run through your body making your hair stand on end. Daryl watches you from the top of the hill biting his lip and frowning.

You all head back to Alexandria plotting a plan in the trailer, you wipe the blood and Walker remnants off your weapon while talking to Maggie and Michonne who seem curious about your Halberd. When you arrive in Alexandria Deanna and Rick are still plotting their plan, the woman is intrigued by all the ideas Grimes has prepared. You feel at ease with them, you smile and feel your cheeks flush when Abraham compliments your fight with the Walkers, you never expected that a group that had spent so much time outside could consider you useful.

And then there's Daryl.

The archer steps out of the vehicle with narrowed eyes and a tense jaw, he walks straight towards you, stomping his feet, fists clenched. He stops right next to you and grabs your arm, breaking into your conversation with Carol.

"Come with me." He says to you.

"What?" You look at him confused, but he shakes his body.

"Now." He insists, mumbling.

You struggle to understand what's wrong with him, but again your theory lights up in your head. You've spent too much time with his people, he doesn't want you talking to them anymore, not to mention you're with Carol, that woman is important to him, you noticed it the first day you got there, so seeing you with her must have set off all his alarms, but you're tired of his continuous dislike of you, of him never having a kind look for you, not to mention his hurtful words still stuck in your head. You've never considered yourself a bad person, but maybe you should draw the line at his abuse.

"I said no." You blurt out facing him, stare him down and cross your arms. "Who do you think you are to order me around?"

"Is everything okay?" Rick asks, stepping closer.

"Yeah." Daryl quickly replies, but you're not going to make it easy for him, not now that you've managed to get everyone's attention.

"No, it's not okay. Rick, tell your friend that just because we fucked one night doesn't mean he can act like an overprotective boyfriend now." You feel a thick silence come over the group, you fold your arms smiling victoriously as you see Daryl take a step back.

"Sorry, I... What?" Rick is confused and lost, he looks at both of you like someone watching a Tennis match, you can't help but smile and Daryl's anger grows more and more.

"I thought you two didn't know each other." Carol then speaks.

"And we don't know each other. It was just a dance and a quick fuck in an alley, right?" you shrug and all eyes fall on Daryl once again. "And if I may offer my opinion; it wasn't that spectacular, neither the dancing, nor the sex."

Rick needs a moment to react, he shakes his head trying to put that conversation aside, now is not the time for this, you have more important things, but Daryl steps forward grabbing you by the arm again, this time so hard that he drags you out of the group without you being able to stop him. Rick wants to go after you both, worried about his friend's reaction, but Carol stops him.

"Let them, it's something they have to work out for themselves."

"But..."

"Daryl won't hurt her, but there's clearly something between them that we don't know about." Carol touches her partner's arm affectionately. "Let's give them space."

Although Rick doesn't seem too convinced, he finally gives in to Carol's words and they decide to go to Deanna's house to follow through with the plan.

The door to the house opens violently, behind it Daryl continues to pull you despite your best efforts to resist, the man pulls you once more into the living room and releases you. The two of you look at each other intensely, your breathing heavy, your chest pounding hard. Neither of you know what's going to happen now, but you're both ready to fight.

"What?" you bark, waiting for him to say something.

"Ya couldn't keep yer mouth shut, could ya?" He shifts from side to side, shoulders tensing, looking at you through his bangs.

"Is it that it was a secret? Sorry, I didn't mean to." You say with feigned innocence, but your voice sounds laden with irony.

"Yer a whore..."

"And you a stripper, maybe that's why we understand each other so well."

He stares at you, chews his lip several times, shakes and pushes his hair out of his face, but says nothing, just watches you silently.

"I don't care anymore if you insult me or growl at me every time you see me, but don't decide for me, don't protect me and then treat me like shit." You keep saying, still upset, but your nerves calm down a bit. "I don't know what's wrong with you, I never wanted to be a problem for you..."

"And yet ya couldn't keep yer mouth shut, ya were wishing ya could say it out loud, weren't ya?"

"Well... Actually? Yes, I did want to say it, because you were a dick with me unnecessarily, you insulted and humiliated me when I just wanted us to have a cordial relationship."

"I didn't say anything that was a lie; we fucked, there was nothing else."

"What is it that really bothers you, Daryl, that they know or that you wouldn't have measured up?" Your eyebrows rise curiously as you see him hesitate, fidgeting nervously. "So that's it, you don't care what they think you were or weren't before all this... What's bothering you is that someone thinks you're not good enough?"

"Shut up..." He says to you in a whisper. You can't help but laugh again.

Your laughter is nipped in the bud as you feel his body impact against yours, his mouth closes over your mouth and you groan, your back crashing against your living room wall. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, your hands tangling in his hair as you feel his hands on your ass lifting you off the floor. Automatically your legs wrap around his waist. You kiss wildly, there is biting, thrusting, your tongues tangle uncontrollably, your lips red and swollen. But you can't stop. You hear something fall to the floor and break, but your brain doesn't process it, Daryl sits you on your living room table, his mouth torturing your neck, you close your eyes gasping, you try to quiet your moans by biting your lip, tug at his clothes wanting to undress him, he lets you do it by helping you take off his vest, but when you try to do the same with his sleeveless shirt he stops you. There is a moment when you look at each other and lucidity seems to return to you, it is only a second before Daryl pushes his hips against you and you feel the bulge starting to grow inside his pants. You kick your boots off, Daryl's hands rip off your shirt and he's left watching your tits intently.

"Have they always been this big?" he growls and you laugh at his comment.

You move your hands down from his shirt to his pants unbuttoning them and pulling them down just enough so you can reach into his boxers and grasp his cock that stiffens against your palm.

"Has it always been this big?" you copy his words and he laughs too.

"Shut up."

"Make me." You challenge him and your gazes meet again.

There is so much intensity in them that the atmosphere becomes heavy around you. The heat of your bodies embraces you, the excitement becomes so strong it's almost suffocating, Daryl breathes through his nose like a bull as his fingers tangle in your hair and he pulls you down from the table guiding you to your knees, pulls down his boxers and stares at you.

"Open yer mouth." He commands you and you feel a current of pleasure run through you.

You open your mouth and feel the weight of his tip on your tongue, you look at him sideways allowing him to push his cock into your mouth until your nose brushes against his pubic hair. You hear Daryl hiss in pleasure as your lips tighten a little tighter around his length. He doesn't move, he lets you drive the rhythm yourself, you close your lips tighter around his cock and suck without taking your eyes off him, moving your mouth up and down his length, running your tongue up and down his tip, a curse escapes him and his hand tightening a little more in your hair. You have to admit you missed feeling his weight on your tongue, his taste and how he guides you without being too rough, but equally with a dominant gesture over you. Your body shudders and you feel your panties getting soaked.

Daryl pulls you away from his cock when he feels he's close to his limit, he lifts you off the floor seeking your mouth again, your kisses don't lose intensity, his fingers manage to get rid of your pants and again he lifts you in the air, your back leans against the wall again and you moan loudly when his fingers make their way inside your pussy. You hold tightly to his shoulders as you move your hips against his fingers feeling them deeper touching points that make you roll your eyes. Daryl feels you tighten around his fingers and moves them faster watching your face transform into grimaces of pleasure.

"Give it to me, girl, don't hold back." He whispers in your ear and you can't control yourself. You arch against his body and moan loudly clenching around his fingers. "Good girl..." He whispers again and bites your lobe.

You shudder again as his tongue slips inside your ear and you get goosebumps. You fail to catch your breath for when his fingers come out, they are quickly replaced by his cock thrusting in all at once. You cry out and dig your fingers into his skin, Daryl holds your ass and leaning one hand on the wall he begins to move inside you, slow lunges, searching for rhythm until he hears you moan again giving him permission to move faster. His fingers tighten on your buttock as he tightens you better over his waist while still thrusting inside you. Your body bounces with him, your mind clouded with pleasure, a knot forms in your lower belly and you know you are reaching your limit again. You moan his name in desperation and he looks at you. His eyes charged with desire.

"No, not this time, ya'll have to wait a little longer." He says and suddenly you feel his cock leave you.

A protest forms in your mouth being captured by his, without letting you utter a sound he walks with you in his arms to the couch. He has avoided your orgasm, but that doesn't mean he's finished with you. He lays you roughly on the couch. Your body bounces with inertia, your tits dance before his eyes and Daryl catches them in his mouth, playing with your nipples; licking, sucking, biting each one until they are hard. His mouth runs all over your body covering you with little kisses, nibbles and even his tongue slides across your skin until it settles between your legs.

"Daryl!" It's been so long since anyone has paid attention to that part of your body, you can't help but cry out in surprise.

He looks at you, but doesn't move, just makes sure you're okay before flicking his tongue along your little nub again feeling your thighs tremble on either side of his head. You hold yourself to the couch as his tongue runs over you, his lips tighten and suck on your clit, pleasure coursing through your body like cramps that make you moan again. His fingers part your folds and his tongue slips in, fucking you with it, your body arches, your hands tangle in his hair and your core presses against his mouth. You're about to cum again, you can feel it as his tongue moves inside you. But Daryl stops again.

"Daryl..." You gasp his name with need and he smiles.

Daryl takes off his shirt at last, sweat running down his skin, his hands grip your wrists and he lifts your arms above your head. His body lies on top of yours, his hard cock rubbing against your thigh, he needs attention too, he's holding on too long. Your legs rest on his shoulders as his cock slides back inside you, his grip on your wrists tightens as he lunges hard using you as a fulcrum, you move with him trying to keep up. Your vision blurs once more, your toes lock and pleasure bursts through you at last, your nails digging into his hands as you hear him moan hoarsely against your ear, his body crushing yours against the couch, his cum bathing your insides.

You both lie still in your position, both of you catching your breath, trying to control your runaway pulse, feeling your skin drenched in sweat, you feel Daryl move, his cock sliding out of your core, splashing the last white drops onto your skin.

You don't know at what point you blink, but you fall asleep.

When you open your eyes again the sun has already gone down and Daryl is standing in the middle of the living room, getting dressed, his back to you. Your body feels numb and your pussy is sore, but it was worth it, your memories of that night in the alley don't even resemble what just happened. Carefully you sit up on the couch hugging your knees, watching Daryl turn to look at you, already dressed.

"I'm leaving..."

"Okay..." You whisper looking at him out of the corner of your eye.

"Okay..." He nods his head chewing his lip several times, picks up the crossbow that at some point was left abandoned on your living room floor and walks away.

You don't know what's going to happen from now on, you don't even know what this was. Your heart clenches and you press your lips against your knees trying to control a gasp. Your body goes on alert when you hear his footsteps again, his head peeking through the living room door.

"He's dead..." He says to you suddenly and you struggle to understand what he's referring to, but then you frown, you don't think this is the best time for this. "But I'm still here." That catches you off guard and you're so surprised that this is reflected on your face, Daryl lowers his head for a second and then looks back at you, waiting.

"But I'm a whore..." You whisper and see him shrug.

"And I'm a stripper, maybe that's why we understand each other so well." He tells you and before he leaves a small smile graces his mouth.

You hear your door close and you hide a smile against your knees as you feel your heart racing.

The End...

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All Of Me {Part 04 of 13}

Pairing: Robby Keene X Reader

Chapter word count: 1.9 K

Summary: Being the new girl in the Valley wasn't as bad as you expected, and you were finding your place when the dynamite you were living into exploded. You were kicked out of your house by your stepfather with nothing but a backpack with a few pieces of clothing. There was nowhere to go, and you were preparing yourself to spend the night in the streets when a guy finds you. After being invited to crash at his place, you didn't know the war you were walking into. A war you became determined to end.

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Rivalry

That week was torture for both you and Robby. The special program he's in keeps up with the All Valley High School calendar, which means you're both on exam week. But since the topics of the subjects aren't the same, you can't study together. So the evenings are filled with silence as you just sit on the couch or the kitchen table to study.

On Friday there's an insane Biology exam, so on Thursday, the guys wanted to meet up to study since it's the one class everyone is together. So it was decided it would be after school, and here's where you are now, in the backseat of Sam's car, listening as Hawk and Demetri argue about some game.

When the car stops, you hop off immediately, giving the boys an annoyed look. The place looks odd from the outside, Japanese style. There are some other cars parked here, old cars. Following them inside, you can't help but look around. Then, when you cross what seems like a tiny room with paper walls, your mouth falls open.

“(Y/N), this is the Miyagi-Do,” Sam says as they all move aside so you can see better. The place is amazing, like a Japanese garden in the middle of LA. There are even a pond, and trees, and...

“Miyagi-Do? The dojo?” You ask, turning to look at her.

“Yes. Why?”

“Oh...” You haven't told them yet, but now it seems like the right time. “Can we sit?”

“Sure.” As Sam speaks, Demetri drops down on the wooden deck, with a dramatic sigh.

“Thank God we have some sunlight today. Yesterday was so cold.” He complains as the rest of them sit down in a badly shaped circle.

“Guys, I'm new here, you know that. So I'm only fairly aware of the bad blood between the dojos.” You start, taking the book and notebooks out of your backpack just to have something to keep your hands occupied. “And to make it clear, it's not a problem at all that I'm here. But you should know that around three weeks ago my mother's new husband kicked me out of the house because... Well, because he's a cheater asshole that wanted to control my mother and me. It was pouring and I had nowhere to go so I was on the street when Robby found me.”

“Robby?” Hawk asks, perplexed. “Robby ' the jerk' Keene?”

“Yes.” You decide to ignore Hawk's nickname for Robby. “He took me to Cobra Kai dojo. He's living there and... I've been crashing there ever since.”

“What?” Miguel speaks up, shaking his head. “You can't stay there.”

“Kreese and Silver are crazy. And evil.” Demetri adds.

“Why didn't you come to my place? I could sneak you in, you'd have a place to stay... For a while.” Hawk says, and you look at him.

“We knew each other for just a little time, I didn't feel like I could. But it is what it is now. I'm living there and I'll stay there until-” The sliding door opens suddenly, and you look up to find two men coming through it. One with dark hair and a social white shirt, and the other one, blond, with some rock band tattered T-Shirt.

“Hello. I didn't know we'd have the guys come over.” The one with the social shirt says. “And we have a new face.”

“Dad, this is (Y/N). (Y/N), this is my dad, Daniel.” Sam says, and you get up to shake his hand. “And this is Johnny Lawrence, Sensei of the Eagle Fang dojo and... Robby's father.”

That makes you raise your eyebrows, shaking his hand as well. “Robby told me about you. Well, a little.”

“You know Robby?”

“Dad, (Y/N) is...” She gives you a look, and you know she's asking how much she can say about what you just told her. You nod. “She was kicked out of her house and now she's living at the Cobra Kai dojo. Robby found her.”

“Oh.” It's all Mr. LaRusso says, a surprised expression on his face.

“Wait. What does it have to do with Robby?” Mr. Lawrence asks, and he sounds a bit angry.

“Robby found her, Sensei. And took her to the dojo.” Is Miguel who answers, nodding slightly.

“(Y/N), you have to be careful around Kreese and Silver. They're very dangerous people.” Mr. LaRusso says with a hand gesture meant to calm everyone down. “Perhaps you shouldn't be staying there. You're welcome to stay with us until you can go back home.” He looks at Sam, who nods.

“No. Thank you, Mr. LaRusso, but I'm not going home. It's a long story but I'm better off on my own. And I'm fine at Cobra Kai, really.”

“Kreese and Silver won't like to know you hang around with us,” Miguel states, shrugging. “As Mr. LaRusso said, they're dangerous.”

“They know.” You tell them, crossing your arms and looking down for a moment. “They know and I'll say the same things I told them. Rivalry is good, it's only normal because of the Tournament and everything, but that's for the competition. I don't understand why or how it became something so personal, but honestly, I won't fall into that rabbit hole. I'm living at the Cobra Kai dojo, I may even join them eventually, but that doesn't mean I'll start hating you guys. And I really don't want you to hate me just because I may be taking karate classes at some other dojo.” You pause to take a deep breath, unsure of what to say next.

“That's really-”

Mr. LaRusso starts, but Johnny cuts him short. “I don't care, we'll beat their asses in the Tournament this Summer.” He says, gesturing at the kids. “We all will. Tell Kreese we'll be ready for a revanche and Silver won't be able to bribe anyone this time.”

Raising your eyebrows, you nod. “I'll tell them.”

“Hell yeah!” Hawk says, pushing himself up with a jump. He comes to stand before you, smiling. “And you go tell Robby that if we don't compete in the Tournament, I'll meet him anywhere, anytime, and I'll kick his ass all over again!” He yells, screaming something that sounds like some kind of battle cry of his.

You gasp, licking your lips and grabbing the back of his coat when he steps away to yell something at Demetri. “Listen up, birdie.” You say, giving him a mean smile. “You yell at my face again, I'll kick you where it hurts.” Giving his shoulder a friendly pat, you turn to look at Sam's father. “I understand if you don't want me here Mr. LaRusso, because I'm sure none of your students would be welcome at Cobra Kai. So I'll leave if you want me to.”

He shakes his head, pinching his eyebrows together. “Absolutely not. You're very welcome here, to study, to hang out, or for a karate lesson. And tell Robby he's welcome as well.”

That makes you smile, nodding slightly. “Thank you. That's really kind.” When Lawrence steps forward, you look at him. “...You want me to tell Robby something?”

“No. No, I'm good.” He says, and then, both men leave you and the others to study.

It's dark when Sam starts to drop everyone home. You're at Cobra Kai's street when you see Robby walking home, so you ask her to drop you there. It's raining, and he has the umbrella open. You run over to him, and he shares the umbrella with a smile. You go inside through the front door, rubbing your arms to chase away the cold.

“How was your test?”

“Good. I think I got at least a B.” He answers as you cross the tatami. “How was studying?”

“I had to physically shut Hawk up, but other than that it was fine.” You stop by the fridge to get a soda, as Robby mutters something you can't hear and goes further inside. “What?”

“Come here for a second.” He says, but that sounds nothing like what he had said before.

“Something wrong?” Leaving the open soda can on the countertop, you make your way to the bedroom. And when you get there, you immediately get what's... Wrong. “Oh...” The single bed is gone and replaced with a double bed, neatly made and set in the middle of the room. There's also a brand new wardrobe, a bigger one.

“Since you fought like a married couple over a bed, I decided to give you one where you could sleep like one. TS.” He reads and passes over the card. “At least we know he has a sense of humor.”

What can you say? This is a situation you never, ever thought you'd ever find yourself in. ...But then again, things could be a lot worse. So you sigh, giving him back the card. “I want the left side.” You simply say, climbing on the bed to claim your choice.

“No. No way.” He complains and soon comes to the bed as well. “Left is mine, I was here first.” Without saying anything, Robby grabs your waist, lifting you slightly and throwing you on the other side of the bed.

“But I spoke first!” Raising your voice a little, you pretend to be mad, holding his arm and pushing yourself over him at the same time you pull him to the right side of the bed.

“That's not how it works.” He snaps back, and that's how it begins.

At first, it was just one trying to push the other off the left side, but soon enough, you're not sure what you're doing anymore. You're just fighting, playing, throwing each other around, rolling over until the sheets are a total mess. When you finally stop, still a laughing mess, Robby has his upper body on top of you, a hand on your ribs, where he was tickling you.

“I need a break, seriously.” You say, laughing again. “I need to breath.”

“We still haven't agreed on who takes which side.” Now that the adrenaline levels are lowering, you feel how bad your face is burning... Because his face is only five inches away from yours. And he doesn't move away. You were half expecting him to move away the moment he noticed the proximity. But he didn't.

“Well... I'm not giving up.”

“Me neither.” He says in a much lower voice. And you feel it, you feel it coming when he starts to come even closer, his hand moving from your ribs to your face, cupping it gently.

“HEY!” The sudden yells make you flinch, closing your eyes and thigh in frustration. “ROBBY BOY!”

“Damn it,” Robby mutters, sitting up. “It's Kyler. I forgot I said I'd go with him and the guys to some stupid party.”

“Go. Have some fun, you deserve it after that exam.”

“Don't you wanna come?” He offers, and you sit up as well, looking at him.

“No, I don't even know them. And I have to study anyways. So why don't you go and have fun for both of us.”

He nods, and so do you. And for a while, you both just sit there, staring at each other. “I'll be back at eleven.” He finally breaks the silence. “And I'll be making you some questions to make sure you did study.” With that, Robby leans closer and places a kiss on your cheek.

You don't even have time to process it, because he gets up, and then he's gone. But you can't keep the silly smile from your lips.

And of course, you couldn't focus that much on studying that night.

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Part Two

18+ only

Tw: mention of cancer, death, grief, cheating, panic attacks, angst, depression

5,790 words

Y/n

You hear the blaring of your alarm, your eyebrows furrowing with pure ire and disgust as you roll onto your side, smacking your phone screen to cease the incessant noise.

Sam's hand wraps around your midsection, his nose burrowing into your hair as he breathes you in. You want to enjoy his touch, and the way he caresses you in the morning, but you can't. Things with him have been so rough lately, that you're numb to all of the tender moments.

"Sam," you say with a groggy raspiness, "c'mon, I've gotta get ready for work."

His lips trail along the side of your neck, his erection pressing into your lower back. "You don't have time for me?"

You shake your head, freeing yourself from his embrace as you leave the room. You feel guilty for always brushing off sex with him lately, but you simply can't get past the hurtful things he's said during your arguments. He's told you that he wishes he never proposed, and that he wants to be with someone more mature who actually wants to get married.

It's not that you don't want to be married, it's that he proposed the day after you graduated college, and expected you to drop everything you just spent years working for, simply to plan a wedding. He knows how important being a teacher is to you, yet he's somehow managed to make it about himself as he always seems to do.

In the bathroom, you pull your hair back, seeing Sam's reflection walking in behind you.

"Are you even happy anymore?" he asks quietly, leaning against the open door.

You prep your makeup in front of you, not daring to meet his saddened eyes. "I'd really like to not do this right now, Sam. This is only my second day of teaching, and I don't want to go in depressed."

"So, your job matters more than us?"

You shake your head. "Unbelievable."

"What? What if I chose my career over you? You'd be fucking pissed."

"I'm not choosing anything over you!" you shout. "You know how passionate I am about being a teacher. I can't just stop when I've only just begun. You expect me to take time off to plan a wedding, have it, and go on a honeymoon? I literally just started! These kids want a teacher, not a substitute."

"You always have some sort of excuse as to why you don't want to marry me!" he yells back. "I'm fucking tired of it."

You begin to dab makeup onto your face, still only focusing on what you need to get done. "They aren't excuses, Sam. They're things you should've already known. Why is it such a problem if I want to wait a bit?"

"Because I'm already thirty-eight, for fuck's sake. You expect me to just keep waiting around? You want me to be an old man by the time we have kids?"

"My dad was fifty-two when I was born."

"Yeah and he died before you were even twenty-four years old," he spits.

You swallow, dropping your fluffy makeup sponge onto the counter to turn and look to your fiancé with an incredulous expression. "Wow," you begin, "you really are just a fucking asshole, aren't you?" Shaking your head, you look down, sliding your engagement ring off of your finger and handing it to Sam. "I won't marry somebody who uses my dad's death against me."

His eyes widen as he shakes his head. "No, I didn't mean it—"

"You meant exactly what you said," you say flatly. "I'm done."

"Please, y/n. Don't do this."

You turn, facing your back to him as you resume your makeup application. "Get out."

Sam storms out of the bathroom, the sound of car keys jingling as he opens the front door, slamming it so hard behind him that your bathroom mirror shakes. Normally, this angry behavior of his would leave you a crumbling, sobbing mess, chasing after him to prevent him from leaving. But not anymore. Not after everything, and especially not after what he just said about your beloved father.

The only reason tears threaten your bottom lids right now, is because you miss your parents. You miss your dad, and feel like he only passed away just yesterday, that pain still feeling so recent in your chest. You grip onto the counter as you squeeze your eyes shut, desperately trying to calm your dramatically racing heart that is sending you into an emotional downward spiral.

You wish there was a cure for grief and panic, two things you've suffered with nearly every day since your mom died, but all you can do is suffocate in your own sorrow. There were nights when you'd dream of your mom, waking up in a fit of terror and sweat, and Sam would lull you back to sleep. But that was before everything went wrong, and you stopped feeling that die-for-him love you once had.

Sam really was a good guy, and never gave you any reason to doubt that he was the one for you, until he proposed. For some reason, he had become a completely different person, and it's been nothing but nonstop fighting for the last year. You wish he would've just given you the time to adjust to being a teacher before pushing marriage onto you, but as you've come to realize, he's really only concerned about himself.

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Once it's lunchtime, the announcement is made over the speaker, the principal's voice echoing throughout the classroom. The conversation you and Sam had this morning has haunted you all day, the ghost of your ring on your finger causing you to fidget with an imaginary band.

"Okay, let's see a single file line!" you say happily as the students line up at the door. "Did everybody who has a lunchbox grab it from their cubby?"

A few students briefly leave the line, returning with their decked-out lunchboxes. You can't help but giggle at their innocent forgetfulness, adoring every single one of them, even the misbehaved ones.

You stand at the front, giving the students a wide smile as you lead them out of the classroom, the caboose of the line holding the door open for everybody.

"Everyone make sure to say thank you to Derek for doing such a lovely job holding the door," you announce cheerfully.

A resounding 'thank you' comes from the line, making you giggle as you continue the walk to the lunchroom. It is a noisy, bustling mess in here as usual, but you lead your class to their tables nonetheless. Everyone sits in a seat, taking up every spot at the two tables reserved for your class.

Off to the side of the room, there's parents all sitting at their own tables, some with their kids, and some still waiting on theirs to arrive.

"Daddy!" you hear one of your students shout, seeing Sarah sprinting out of her seat to run towards her father who stands out of view to your right.

You watch as Joel chuckles, getting down onto his knees to wrap up his daughter into a tight embrace. You swallow nervously at his presence, being just as intimidated by him this time as you were when you first met him on Saturday.

His attractive looks instantly caught your eye at the park; the way his brown hair was a charming, shaggy, ruffled mess on top of his head, and his soft puppy dog eyes that are vast and brown, drawing you in with just a single look.

You've always had a thing for older men, being turned on by their maturity and experience in life. You know that you've been heavily influenced by seeing your parents so in love regardless of being many years apart. Younger guys have just never done it for you. Sure, there's been a few that have exceeded your expectations, but never for long. They've always ended up showing that they're not emotionally ready for a serious commitment, something you desperately long for at the right moment in life.

Even though Sam is more than ten years older than you, he still has displayed his immaturity about your dedication to your job; and also his sick need to throw your father's death in your face as an insult.

"Okay, I'll see you all after lunch," you say to your class, doing your best to ignore the alluring, handsome man who walks with his daughter to one of the parent tables.

As you push open the exit door of the cafeteria, you're stopped by the sound of your name being called behind you. You already know whose voice it is before you turn, seeing the rugged, tanned face of Joel.

"Hi," you say fondly. "It's nice to see you again."

He flashes that charming grin at you that turns your body into jello. "You too," Joel replies gently. "I felt really bad for not bringing you something on Saturday, so I got you a little gift." He hands you a decently small, wrapped box. "It isn't much, but I thought you might like it."

"Oh, Joel," your eyes soften as you take the gift from him, "you didn't have to do that for me."

Joel shrugs nonchalantly, his plaid-covered shoulders falling easily. "You've already made such an impact on Sarah. It's the least I could do."

You tuck the present into the pocket of your yellow cardigan, giving Joel a genuine, wide smile. "Thank you so much. You're very sweet."

He chuckles, nodding his head. "You're welcome." He turns around briefly, "Well, enjoy your lunch. I'm gonna go back to Sarah."

"Thank you. Enjoy yours, too."

Joel gives you a small wave before he turns, your eyes following him for a short while before you realize you're gazing, admiring his tall frame and the casual sway of his hips. You turn and head back to your classroom, enjoying the peaceful quietness of the room, but also missing the boisterous students.

You lean down beneath your desk to retrieve your lunchbox, pulling out your pathetically prepared sandwich and chips that you hurriedly threw together. You hate to admit that your panic attack this morning caused you to run a bit behind in your schedule, but it's not the first time that's happened.

The gift that Joel gave you is practically burning a hole into your pocket. You retrieve the box, placing it in front of you as you decide to open it. You've never been great at waiting to open gifts. It's always one of the first things you want to do on your birthday. You're not a materialistic person by any means, you just enjoy the thought and excitement that goes into presents.

Your fingers peel at the pristine silver paper, being displayed a singular black box with perfectly angular edges that you run the tip of your finger along. The box flips open on a hinge, an audible gasp leaving your mouth as your eyes fill with raw emotion.

Inside of the box is a single silver chain necklace, and on the end of it is a metal ribbon-shaped, teal colored charm. The ribbon and color represent ovarian cancer awareness, the same illness your mom passed away from. You can't believe Joel went through the effort to get this, let alone remembered the specific cancer you said your mother died from.

Not only did he have to have the thought of getting something meaningful, but he also probably had to look up what color ribbon stood for that specific cancer. Words can't explain how you're feeling in this moment. Tears are heavily flowing down your cheeks as you continue to gaze at the gift, not knowing how you can ever thank him enough for it.

You want to run full force back to the cafeteria and wrap him up into the biggest embrace you've ever given someone, but you're a blubbering mess. You're honestly worried that you won't be able to pull yourself together before lunch is over.

With shaky fingers, you remove the necklace from its box, clasping it on around your neck to let it hang at the top of your chest. You place your hand over it, shaking your head in disbelief as you sob more. Every single gift that you've received from your students have been so kind and thoughtful, but this one has completely stolen your heart.

Once all of the kids have been dismissed to go home, you dive into your desk, searching for Sarah's file to retrieve her emergency contact paper. On it, you find a cell phone number with the name Joel Miller beside it. Your thumbs quickly type it into your phone, hesitating as you hover over the call button. Is it weird if you call one of your student's parents personally to thank them for a gift? Or are you throwing all of your morals out of the window because you find him incredibly hot and even romantic?

Letting out an unsteady sigh, you push the 'call' button on your screen, your pulse climbing in time with the trilling of the other line.

"Hello?" Joel answers curiously.

"Hi, Joel. I'm sorry for calling so randomly. This is y/n, Sarah's teacher."

"Oh," his voice lightens. "Hi, how are you? Is everything okay?"

Emotion chokes you, spreading like poison Ivy around your words as you attempt to speak. "Yes," your voice wavers. "I was just calling to say thank you for the necklace. I—" a cry catches in your throat, "I can't believe you got this for me."

"Hey," he says gently. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you upset."

"No," you shake your head. "I'm happy. It was just so thoughtful, and I appreciate it so much. I don't know how I could ever thank you enough."

"You don't have to thank me." His voice is so soft and comforting that it feels as if he's hugging you through the phone. "I just was hoping it was the right color. I wasn't sure which one it was."

You knew he looked it up. Does he not realize how amazing he is for this?

"It's perfect," you sniffle. "Please, let me treat you to a drink or something tonight to say thank you."

The line is quiet for a moment, and you're wondering if you've fucked up by saying that. Have you made him uncomfortable?

"Okay," he replies. "I can have my neighbor keep an eye on Sarah for me. She's the one who watches her when I work on Saturdays if Sarah isn't spending the night at a friend's."

You breathe out a sigh of relief at his response. "Do you know the bar on Weston Street? It's called The Goose."

"Yeah," he chuckles slightly. "Used to go there during college."

"Hey, me too!" you laugh. "Had a lot of horrible blackouts there."

"You and me both," he laughs again. "What time were you thinking?"

"Whenever is best for you, really."

"Is seven good?"

"Seven is perfect. Thank you again, Joel." You wipe your wet cheeks.

"You're thanking me too much," he teases. "I'm really glad you like it, though. I wasn't sure what to get."

"It's amazing." You look around your classroom, examining the empty desks. "I'll see you at seven, then."

"Yes," he says easily. "See you later, y/n."

"Bye." You both hang up, a giddy feeling suddenly zipping through your body.

Part of you is hoping that Sam isn't home by the time you leave, since he wasn't back this morning. This isn't the first time that he's left after a fight and not come back for an entire day. You stopped wondering where he goes, because truthfully at this point, you don't care.

You've already given him your ring and told him exactly how you feel about your relationship. It wouldn't be heartbreaking if you didn't see him again. What he said about your father was spiteful and unforgivable. It was the final straw that you were grasping onto for him, and he cut it down with the sharpest blade.

Much later around six, Sam still hasn't come home as you've stepped out of your hot, relaxing shower. Due to the fact that you're happier without him here, just proves that you're not meant to be with him. You've had your wavering doubts throughout the day that you made a mistake, and you found yourself lingering on the happy moments. But you know that's foolish of you. How can someone claim they love you, yet not support you in your career, and also throw your dad's death in your face? That's not love. It feels more like ownership to you.

As you dry your hair, the wind from the blow dryer is so deafening, that you don't hear Sam come into the bathroom. He's standing there awkwardly as you open your eyes, letting out a high-pitched scream as you jump, dropping the hair dryer directly onto your foot.

"Oh, fuck!" you scream, leaning down to turn the device off. "What the fuck are you doing sneaking in like that? You scared the shit out of me!"

Sam lets out a small laugh that you decide to ignore. "Sorry, y/n. Can we talk?"

You walk into your bedroom to sit on the bed, examining your bruised foot as you let out an exasperated sigh. "I have to get ready. I'm meeting a parent."

"I'll make it quick," Sam says gently. "It's just something I feel like I need to get off my chest."

"Fine," you answer flatly as you cross your arms. "Tell me."

"I think it's best if we aren't together anymore. Being with you has let out this ugly side of me that I don't like. You've made me a meaner, more aggressive person and I can't be that way anymore."

You can't help but laugh, nodding your head as you continue to listen to his complete bullshit. "Okay."

"I've slept with someone else."

Your laughter ceases as a feeling of nausea rises up your throat. "What?"

"A few months ago, we fought and I left to go get drunk. There was this woman who was so comforting and understanding. One thing led to another and we ended up at her place together. I'm sorry, y/n."

All you can do is stare at him, not sure if you're more sickened or furious. You've slept with Sam in the last few months, meaning that he had that woman all over him, and still felt it was okay to share an intimate moment with you.

"Did you wear a condom?" you finally ask.

Sam shifts, his eyes not meeting yours, his body language giving you the only answer you really need.

"Oh, my god," you stand. "You're even more vile than I thought. You fucked some random woman without a condom, and still thought it was fine to sleep with me too?"

He stays quiet, still unable to make eye contact.

"How soon after did you sleep with me?" your voice is steady and even, surprising you.

"I don't want to say," he says lowly.

"How soon after?!" you finally yell.

Sam sighs. "The next night."

"Oh, my fucking god. You are the most disgusting, pathetic excuse for a man."

"You've pushed me to this!" Sam yells. "You've made me this way!"

"Own up to your own fucking actions, Sam! Stop blaming me for your poor decisions! Be a fucking grown up!"

He laughs incredulously. "Why don't you?! You can't admit the fact that you have serious commitment issues and can't be an adult about it."

"Commitment issues?!" you scream. "All I've ever wanted is to be married, but I'll be fucking damned before I marry someone like you. Oh, my GOD, I'm so glad I haven't started planning a wedding."

"Yeah, me fucking too, y/n."

Your eyes narrow at the man you once loved, realizing that he doesn't have a smidge of remorse in his body for what he's done or said. "I want you to leave the house."

"You can't kick me out, y/n. My name is on the lease, too. You think you can afford the rent alone on a teacher's salary?" he asks with a mocking tone.

"I don't give a shit!" you yell. "Just get out! Go stay with somebody who actually wants to fuck you."

Sam scoffs, shaking his head at he leaves the room. "Oh, fuck you, y/n. Fuck you." The front door slams behind him once again, a nauseating reminder of this morning.

You can't believe everything he just told you; from the blaming his behavior on you, to the infidelity. Knowing that he slept with someone else and then immediately was intimate with you makes you feel like you desperately need to make an appointment to get checked out. You haven't felt any different or had any odd growths, but now you're paranoid beyond belief.

How could he do that to you? How the hell could he be so selfish? Your mind is reeling, pacing around your bedroom as the thought of having an STD consumes every part of you. You do your best to relax, but truthfully you're terrified to your very core.

Pacing into the bathroom, you grab your phone, pressing onto Joel's contact as your breathing is ragged and unsteady.

"Hey," his husky voice answers.

"Joel," you push out. "I'm sorry, I don't think I'm gonna make it tonight."

"Is everything okay?"

The sincerity in his tone causes you to crumble, letting out a guttural sob that makes you sound like a complete lunatic. You can't even answer him, all you can do is cry. Your anxiety is only climbing as the seconds pass, that all-consuming dread washing over you as you sink to the bedroom floor.

"Y/n, talk to me. Do I need to come to you? What's going on?"

"It's just—" You can't make out a coherent sentence, crying ceaselessly into your phone. "I'm sorry," you sob.

"Hey, take a deep breath for me. Can you do that?"

Air fills your lungs in choppy breaths as you try to settle the intensity of your outpour of emotions. You are finally able to suck in a small breath, holding it a bit before letting it out slowly.

"Good," he says lightly. "Do it again."

With your eyes closed, you breathe in the air around you, smelling the scent of your body wash from your freshly scrubbed skin. As you let out the steady breath, you realize Joel is breathing with you through the phone.

"One more time for me, y/n," Joel guides you gently.

An easy breath expands your lungs, the fullness of it being released through your parted lips.

"Good," he praises you quietly. "Now, can you please tell me your address?"

You say it to him lowly, a slight drowsiness overtaking you from the meditative breathing. "You don't have to come over if you don't want to, Joel. I'm so sorry for calling you, I just—" you pause, feeling your tears building again, "I didn't know who else to call."

"I want to come over," Joel replies with an easy, smooth voice. "I'll be there in five minutes. You live ridiculously close to me."

You can't help but giggle. "Okay."

"Do you want to stay on the phone with me? I can just set you down so I don't lose you to the Bluetooth."

Your fingers grip at your phone, knowing your panic will return if he hangs up. "No, it's okay. Just drive safely."

"I'm perfectly capable of talking and driving, y/n," he says with an audible smile in his words. "I have a very talkative nine year old as my shotgun most days."

You laugh slightly, holding your towel-covered body with your free hand. "She was so happy to see you at lunch today."

"Well, she was just telling me how bummed she was that I'm never one of the parents at lunch, so I decided to ask my boss if I could just have the day off to spend time with Sarah. He didn't mind. I almost never take off of work."

"You're a good dad," you respond softly.

"I do my best."

Your eyes look around the room, your panic having crippled you so much that you feel glued to the spot against the wall where you sit in your plush towel. "I can't move."

"Why?" he asks with concern. "Did Sam hurt you?"

"Not physically," you scoff. "Just kinda panicked and now I'm frozen."

Joel sighs. "Unfortunately, I know the feeling." The phone is quiet for a few seconds. "I lied to you at the park. I wasn't light headed from not eating, I was having a panic attack."

Your brows furrow together with sympathy. "Oh, my god. Why? I'm so sorry. I should've known."

"Just the mention of cancer made me think about my late wife, is all. Sometimes I get panicked thinking about her."

"I'm sorry," you apologize again. "I didn't mean to make you feel that way."

"You didn't," he chuckles lightly. "You made me feel understood."

A smile spreads onto your face, the sound of a truck muffler rumbling through your ears.

"I'm here," Joel says slowly, "but if you need a minute before you can stand, don't worry. I can wait."

"No," you reply, doing your best to find your feet well enough to lift yourself off the floor. "Just let me put on some clothes. I just got out of the shower."

"Take your time, y/n. I'm not in a rush. Sarah is over at my neighbor's house. She'll fall asleep there if I take long enough. Neither of them mind, I promise. She's fallen asleep there so many times."

You trudge to your closet, your feet feeling like lead as you walk across the carpet. You pull out a large shirt, tossing it over your head as you set your phone on the floor beneath you. Your fingers grab at a pair of shorts, slipping them on beneath your top.

"Okay, I'm coming," you finally say. "I'll see you in a few seconds."

"Okay."

The call ends as you carry yourself to the front door, pulling it open to see Joel standing there with shaggy, dampened hair and beautiful brown eyes that are filled with concern. He looks way better than you, wearing a lovely short sleeved button-up shirt and blue jeans. You want to devour him, but you also want him to hold you and tell you everything is okay.

"Hey," he says gently as you invite him in. "Do you want to tell me what happened?"

You nod lazily, gesturing over to the couch as you shut your front door. "Well, this morning I gave my ring back to Sam since he used my dad's death as an insult against me." You join Joel on the couch, your body facing his as you talk. "He also blamed me for his horrible, shitty behavior which is ridiculous," you pause. "Then he told me we're better off separated, and explained how he cheated on me a few months ago."

Joel's jaw drops, his eyes widening. "Jesus, y/n. I'm so sorry. What the hell?"

"Not only did he have unprotected sex with her, but then immediately had unprotected sex with me the next day. I've been so freaked out since he left. I'm so scared that I have something now."

He furrows his brows as he shakes his head. "If you had something, you'd know by now. But you should still make an appointment, just to be safe."

"First thing tomorrow, I'm calling," you roll your eyes as you throw your head into your hands. "Everything just went to shit so fast."

Joel's hand reaches out and tenderly rubs your upper back, the contact heightening your senses to a fine point. "I'm sorry, y/n. Where is he now?"

You keep your crying face cradled into your palms. "Who knows? There's a million people he can stay with. I'm gonna change the locks, too. I told him not to come back."

He lets out a sigh, his hand still soothing you in gentle circles. "I could do it for you. I know how."

"Really?" you gaze up at him. "You'd do that for me?"

Joel shrugs as he grins down at you. "Of course."

You can't take it anymore, you need the comfort of someone's body against yours. Your arms wrap around his neck, pressing your chest against his as your cheek rests against his shoulder.

"Thank you," you whisper, the emotion of the situation catching up to you once again.

His hands run down to the small of your back, his strong arms wrapped around your body as the two of you sit there in a tight embrace. You wish you could stay here forever, enjoying this closeness and the smell of his cologne. It's a comfort you haven't experienced in far too long, and now you're drowning in it, letting it swallow you whole.

"This isn't weird, right?" you suddenly ask, the hug finally ending.

Joel chuckles, shaking his head, "No."

Your eyes are on his lips, watching as he quickly darts his tongue out to lick them. "I'm glad you came over."

His hands are still on your back, as your arms are resting on his neck, your bodies still near each other's. "I am, too."

It takes everything in you to not lean in and kiss him, but you know now isn't the time. You've just found out your fiancé cheated on you, and you're desperate for a connection in this moment of heartbreak. Even though you find Joel ridiculously attractive, you wouldn't want to use him for that kind of comfort. He's a thoughtful, incredible man who deserves better than that.

You clear your throat, the loose embrace ending as you turn your body away. "Would you like a drink?" you ask as you stand off the couch. "Since we didn't get to go to a bar tonight."

Joel chuckles as he follows you to your kitchen. "What do you have?"

The fridge opens with a gentle pull, your hand reaching down into it to retrieve a bottle of beer. "Are you a beer man exactly as you are a meat man?" you ask with a smirk.

He laughs, nodding his head. "I am."

"I guess you're just very predictable," you tease, grabbing out your bottle of wine. "I'm a wine drinker."

He twists the top off of the beer bottle, tossing it back to take a few sips. "You drinking wine is very predictable, I'm afraid."

You giggle, chugging directly from the bottle after you pop the cork out. "Oh, yeah? What other assumptions have you made about me?"

Joel eyes you, making you feel bashful beneath his gaze. "I'm going to assume you're still wearing the necklace I got you."

You nod as you pull it out from inside of your t-shirt, letting it lay flat against the fabric. "I'm never taking it off."

"I'm glad," he beams. "I'm also gonna assume that you're a kind woman, and you deserve more than what you're getting."

"I don't know what I deserve, Joel."

He shrugs as he sips more beer, swallowing before he replies, "Happiness."

"I haven't had that in a long time."

Joel scoffs, nodding. "Neither have I."

You feel drawn to him in this moment, wanting to feel his warm, firm body pressed to yours again. Your lips are eager to feel his, wondering if he would have as much fervor as you feel for him. You're desperate for his touch, and you need to know what he's feeling for you. Is he simply just a nice guy, or can he feel the connection as you do?

"Joel," you begin softly, "I'm going to be honest with you."

"You can always be honest with me," he smiles gently at you.

"I think you're an incredible man. I'm not trying to make you uncomfortable because you're my student's father, but I just find you so—," your voice trails off, unable to think of a better adjective than perfect.

"Hopefully the end of that sentence is good," he chuckles, making you laugh as well.

"You're just great," you finally say, not at all getting as detailed as you would've liked. "And I appreciate you for being here for me even when you barely know me."

"I know that you're my daughter's teacher, and that you share a lot of the same hurt I do." His eyes flick between yours, "I had never talked about my wife to anybody besides family until you. I'm not sure why, but you just made me feel comfortable with being vulnerable."

Your eyes soften, tears beginning to form in them. "Oh, Joel," you say quietly.

That magnetic pull to him has only intensified, and it takes all of the strength you can muster to keep your feet planted on your side of the counter. You just want to throw yourself at him, but you can't for so many reasons.

"Anyway," he shakes his head with a bashful chuckle, "I was thinking I could come by tomorrow after work to change your locks. How many do you need?"

The subject change makes you swallow with relief, wanting to focus on anything other than how badly you crave his lips.

"Just two. Only need to change the front door and the side door. The sliding glass door doesn't take a key."

Joel nods. "I'll pick some stuff up. I could be here around six-thirty or so. Is that okay for you?"

"Yes, of course. Thank you so much."

He smiles warmly, setting down his empty beer bottle as his eyes flick to his watch. "Will you be okay if I leave?"

The fear that you've made him feel uneasy settles into your abdomen, regretting ever telling him how amazing you think he is.

"Of course," you nod, walking around the counter. "I'll be fine."

Joel strides to the front door with you, pulling it open as his eyes flick down to meet yours. "Don't hesitate to text or call if you need me, okay?"

"Thank you," you smile. "But really, I'll be okay."

You watch as Joel walks out of your house, wishing that he was wrapped up in your arms once again with his lips being gently pressed onto yours. The thought sends a slight twinge of arousal between your thighs, knowing that you have to be completely fucked in the head to even be considering those thoughts.

He's your student's dad. You can never pursue him.

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