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starving — lip gallagher x reader
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content warnings and genre: swearing, cunnilingus, face-sitting, nose-sitting, dirty talk, spanking — smut
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synopsis: he's got the biggest, most appealing nose you've ever seen. all you wanna do it feel it inside you.
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lip gallagher loved eating you out—more than anything. he loved the sight of your pretty, sopping pussy catching the light in the rays of light that peaked through his bedroom curtains. he loved inhaling your sweet, intoxicating scent of arousal. he loved the glacé, delicious taste of your juices that flooded his tongue. most of all, he way your body trembled beneath his touch—how your thighs shook as he groped your ass, spreading your cunt apart to devour you the right way. or when he'd crawl in between your legs, legs shakily wrapped around his neck while you tugged at his locks. it was insatiable—he couldn't get enough of you.
on this particular day, you had chosen to do something different, something more vulnerable and compromising. he knew you loved his nose—the shape, the sheer volume and size—so when he called you into his room, you didn't know what to expect.
“i wanna try something with you,” you raised an eyebrow at his statement, curiosity awakening. “you've always had a thing for my nose, am i right?”
your cheeks flushed at the brutally honest question. of course, there wasn't a single gram of dishonesty in his inquiry—the both of you knew all too well what the answer was. you shrugged, almost casually. “i mean, yeah. you've got a pretty nose, lip.” he smirked at the answer, as if he was pleased with it.
“how would you feel about sitting on it?”
there was no rational way for you to react. the question made you shiver, his words shooting straight to your core. you scoffed, breaking into a nervous laugh. “that's ridiculous, lip.” he gave you a look, as if he was telling you he wasn't buying your act.
“is that how we're gonna play?” he fixed his posture, leaning forward as he straightened his back, sitting on the bed, just a few feet away from you. “gonna act like you don't want it as much as i do?” he could see right through your act, a malevolent smirk playing on his face. he analyzed the way your walls crumbled, the way you squeezed your thighs for an ounce of friction. he leaned back, propping his elbows against the back of his neck, using two fingers to motion you over.
while hesitant, you knew you couldn't resist him. his smile only widened when you crawled over to him, straddling his hips before pressing your lips to his. the world seemed to fade away as your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you even tighter against him. the softness of his lips against yours sent shivers down your spine, and you felt the heat between you intensify with each fleeting moment. as the kiss deepened, the world around you ceased to exist, leaving only the two of you lost in the enchantment of the moment.
“panties, babygirl,” he muttered under his breath. he licked a long stripe along your neck with his tongue. you let out a soft gasp as you obliged, hastily pulling down your shorts and panties, leaving your cunt bare as the cool air sent tingles down your spine. “just like that, keep going.” you followed his directions, tossing your panties aside.
you melted into his touch, bare cunt grinding against his clothed boner. he let out a soft grunt, hands gripping your ass, pulling your cheeks apart as he pressed you further into his boner. with a free hand, he tugged his shorts off, proceeding in nothing but his boxers.
“c'mere, baby,” he cooed, motioning you to position yourself above his face. you grew more shy by the second, but you listened to him, holding onto the headboard in order to hover above his face. “look at my girl, dripping all over my face already.” you whined, knowing there was some truth to his statement—you were wet and it was an understatement, slick dripping down your thighs, drops forming and threatening to spill onto his face.
lip was a dedicated boyfriend, and he knew just how to please you. that was precisely why he wasted no time, hands wrapped around the back of your thighs to slam you onto his face, your arousal practically drenching him. you moaned out his name, a string of curses passing your swollen lips as he went to work, tongue pushing past your cunt. he lapped at your juices, tongue wrapping around your clit as he gave it a few aggressive sucks. his tongue was way past your entrance, lapping at your tight walls, sucking at your sensitive bundle of nerves. “lip, fuck—too fucking much,” your moans only encouraged him, your eyes locking as he swirled his tongue around. that wasn't the end, though. it was only the beginning.
when he grabbed onto your hips to lift you up, you were taken aback, but the shock didn't last long. he slammed you right onto his nose, hips holding you in place as he began to bounce you—up and down, up and down. your cries of ecstasy were like music to his ears, his nose acting as your own personal sex toy. it didn't go deep, but it pushed well past your entrance, the width caressing your inner walls. he brought you back up, nose pressing harshly into your clit as he inhaled your sweet slick, right before he began to bounce you once more.
“you like it, don't you? using my nose to get yourself off?” his words were hard to make out, but you understood him. at a certain point, you didn't need him doing all the work anymore—you found yourself bouncing willingly, your orgasm creeping up on you as he groped your ass, leaving definite bruises. “so good lip, 'm so close,” you cried out, your bounces growing quicker and more aggressive as you found yourself grinding onto his nose, loving the way it made you feel.
when he stuck his tongue out, the pleasure only doubled. the strong, wet muscle gave him leverage as much as it gave you pleasure—you swore you could see stars. you pushed harder against his face, his tongue caressing your outer bits while his nose did all the inside work. when you came, you did it was a sob, fingers grabbing onto his hair for dear life, pushing him even deeper into your wet cunt. he groaned from beneath you, lapping up all the wetness you had to offer him as you rode out your orgasm.
you were a fool for thinking this would be the last time.
#shameless#shameless angst#shameless fanfiction#shameless x reader#lip gallagher x you#lip gallagher angst#lip x reader#lip gallagher fluff#lip gallagher smut#lip gallagher x reader#lip gallagher
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So who wants to hear about the stupid stupid way I'm playing Baldur's Gate 3?
I made it to Act 3 on my first (original character) playthrough like a week before Patch 5 came out, and after finding it absolutely unplayable (on the PS5) decided it was time to go ahead and start an origin character run for the funsies while waiting on the new patch to fix the Lag Hell. Naturally, I picked Gale. Since this was mostly just for fun/to hold me over until I could continue my other file, I decided it would be a nice time to see what happens if you just refuse to consume any magic items. Of course, if you are not playing as Gale and ignore his Orb Problem, he will apparently eventually leave your party, but what if you ARE Gale? I couldn't find an answer with a minimal amount of Googling SO
There are three stages to his Arcane Hunger, each of which give you increasingly debilitating debuffs: Arcane Hunger, Greater Arcane Hunger, and Severe Arcane Hunger. It seems the triggers for progressing to the next stage are the same as the triggers where he would start needing an item in my other file (i.e. that bridge next to the Blighted Village, entering the temple at the Goblin Camp, the Hag's Lair, etc.) which obviously makes sense. I figure with the amount of contingencies in this game for incredibly specific situations, surely there is some kind of unique dialog or fun cutscene that will play if I ignore the Arcane Hunger long enough and just play through the debuffs.
I played Act 1 completely normally, doing a lil quicksave every time I was about to Long Rest just in case the game gave me a cutscene of the big explosion upon waking up (I thought maybe it would be time-based, similar to the game over you get if Gale dies and you leave him for 3 days (? I think?) which does not seem to be the case). I made it through basically everything without anything odd happening besides the aforementioned debuffs. The Severe Arcane Hunger is where things get really sloggy, because Gale can only move at half speed.
I have been slowly trudging EVERYWHERE since the Goblin Camp.
I eventually started going out of my way to make sure I hit all the Arcane Hunger triggers I know about, to see what would happen, and the answer is nothing, aside from Gale occasionally reminding me that he's wracked with terrible pain.
So, surely, the game will certainly not let me into the Mountain Pass without SOMETHING happening, right?
WELL
That's surprising, but whatever, at least now I have the chance to see what happens if you go meet Elminster without having consumed any magic items,
Except
He wasn't there.
I went to the area in the Mountain Pass where the cutscene is supposed to start, and it just. Didn't happen. Nothing happened. I could walk right up to the entrance to the next area.
But SURELY, the game won't let me into the gotdamn Shadow-Cursed Lands without saying SOMETHING about the fact that the orb has been starving for several weeks at this point, right? The game isn't going to let me into Act Freaking 2 without at the very least giving me a game over to tell me I'm not allowed to do this and make me reload and actually feed this poor starving wizard, right?
RIGHT?
WELL
WELL
Here we are. I'm at the Last Light Inn, I'm at the Taco Bell, I'm at the combination Last Light Inn Taco Bell with a bag full of delicious Cheesy Gordita Magic Boots that I refuse to eat.
SO LIKE. How far does this go??? Am I gonna be able to infiltrate Moonrise Towers without ever speaking to Elminster? Am I gonna trudge all the way to Ketheric at half freaking speed and fight him with Disadvantage on everything?? Am I gonna make it all the way to goddang Baldur's Gate with a Netherese orb that is long overdue to explode???
Like I said, I did not find an answer on what happens if you do this on a Gale Origin playthrough, and at this point, I don't even want to, I just want to see how far I can take this.
I already know I'll have to do another normal Gale playthrough where I actually FEED HIM after this, because I'm sure I've missed out on a ton of dialogue and whatnot, especially from Tara who only ever has this to say when I speak with her in camp:
I am genuinely beginning to wonder if there is actually nothing in place to stop me from doing this. I am wondering what the dialogue options will look like when I get to the "Heart of the Absolute" where Gale would ordinarily want to blow himself up, if Elminster had ever shown up to tell him to do so. Maybe the devs just didn't bother, and figured that no one would be stupid and stubborn enough to play through the whole dang thing while so severely debuffed.
Joke's on them, Disadvantage means NOTHING to Magic Missile Machine Gale Dekarios.
#baldur's gate 3#poor gale#this man is having the worst time of his life#long post#gale dekarios#no gale dinner
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Can't stop thinking about sporty!Ellie and cheerleader! reader, and I love love love your writing style, would you mind writing smth about em? <33
first of all THANK YOU💞and of course 🙏
SOCCER!ELLIE WILLIAMS X CHEERLEADER!READER
part 1one
part 2two
mdni please<3
summary: ellie, as one of the best soccer players in the campus, is used to get everything she wants..until you
warnings: 18+!! please
writers note: i had this idea for a long time and i literally waited for someone to ask about it omg i just cant decide wether to make a part2 or not😓
"so it's not just gonna happen like that,
'cause I ain't no hollaback girl"
You and other cheerleaders had a rehearsal while one of your school soccer teams practised in the field behind you. This whole 'rehearsal' was just an excuse to meet and watch the footbal game, as you all already knew every move of your not-complicated plan.
You sat on one of the benches, listening to your friends talk, as you watched the players run after each other. She rolled up her shirt to 'wipe the sweat off of her forehead' but everyone knew it's just an attempt to show of her toned body. For a second she revealed hers simple, black, sports bra. Some girls, obviously the lesbian ones, started giggling and biting their lips, even though Williams didn't seem to care. You could proudly admit you're the only one who wasn't eating out of her hand - your friend had to nudge your arm with her elbow, whispering little; "Look at her!" to make you give Ellie some attention.
"That's disgusting." You mumbled, clearly meaning girls' reaction, not the girl herself.
"What? Why does that even matter?" Asked Lucy, nudging you once more. "Just look at her. Look at that body. Don't you want that for yourself?" She chuckled, and you frowned, but you couldn't help but stare at the attractive girl on the field. Her skin glistened in the summer sun, and her abs were defined in the most distracting way possible. Suddenly, the soccer practice wrapped up, and Ellie walked over to the group of girls. Lucy winked at you. "Enjoy the show."
"Hi, ladies." She playfully greeted your group.
"Heyyy, Ellie." Lucy said with a grin. The other girls in the group greeted her warmly as well, but you remained quiet.
She glanced over at you and smiled, noticing your silent and slightly annoyed expression. "Not feeling well?" She asked, her smile becoming a teasing smirk.
You couldn't stop yourself from rolling your eyes. "I'm just fine." You murmured, your gaze shifting to Ellie for a short second.
Her teasing smirk grew wider. "Oh, come on. You can look at me longer than that." She chuckled, raising her eyebrows at you. Ellie leaned in closer, and you could feel the heat on her body as she spoke. "Isn't it a little weird that you haven't been checking me out like all the other girls here?"
"They're the weird ones. Drooling at the sight of you kicking a ball." You pointed at each one, making fun of them, just like always. They all laughed as you turned back to Ellie, fixing your skirt.
"That's fair." Ellie smirked again, leaning closer, which caused your friends to make 'ooh-ing' and 'aah-ing' noises. Suddenly, she bent down and picked up your water bottle. "Mind if I take a sip?" She asked but before you could answer, she was already unscrewing it. You couldn't help but awkwardly look down as her lips touched the spot that yours usually occupied.
"No, actually, I do mind that." You exclaimed, trying to reach for the bottle. But Ellie stepped back, teasing you with it, as if it was some kind of game.
"Aw, come on. Sharing is caring, right?" She said, still smirking.
"You're ridiculous." You said, glaring at Ellie. She laughed, not at all bothered by the tension between the two of you.
Luccy shook her head and whispered; "Jesus, she's so into you."
"Into me? She's ruining our practices with those little antics!" You shouted in a whisper, trying to make it seem unsuspectingly.
"Yeah - to get your attention. Can't you see that?" She stopped for a second, trying to come up with any examples. "Do you remember when you missed one of our meetings? She came to us, immediately asking 'Where's your leader, girls?' even though two other girls weren't there too! But of course she noticed your absence first." She seemed to notice the look on your face - the 'shut up, you're overreacting' one, so she quickly continued; "And when we told her you had to go to the doctor she looked worried. Fucking worried! Can you beli-...?"
Your friend stopped speaking as she saw Ellie getting closer again. She gave you your water back and ruffled your hair, sitting in front of you.
You knew what's going to happen - as soon as other girls will stop paying attention to her, she'll start tease, compliment, sometimes taunt you for a while. Before she could make any comment on your 'too tight top' or 'too insipid water', you stood up and hugged Lucy, murmuring simple; "I'm tired, I'll go home earlier." You waved to the rest of the group and went to an empty, as always in the afternoon, dressing room.
Instead of changing back to 'everyday clothes', you sat down and started pointlessly scroll through the internet. You got so caught up in reading one of the 'See if your cat is healthy!' articles (you don't have a cat) that only someones' footsteps brought you down to earth. You went into one of the changing rooms, hoping to finally dress up, but you were still focused on your phone.
Eventually, someone started speaking.
"I don't know, it's weird. Cheerleaders weren't supposed to be so stubborn." You heard Ellie's voice, followed by her footsteps. It sounded like she was nervously pacing around the room. "I mean, they aren't, just the leader. The prettiest, yet the hardest to get." A pause. "What? No! She's definitely into girls. She was dating the captain of the rival's team.. What was her name again?" Another pause. "Right, Vi. What does she has, that I don't?" And another pause, much longer this time.
Vi was your ex girlfriend - you two broke up after she cheated on you. There was a huge drama going on, almost everyone in school turned out to be involved. It was long ago though, you already moved on.
You frowned, trying to hold back your amusement. Ellie's voice was almost... desperate.
She laughed, breaking your thoughts. "I know, I know! But jesus, what is wrong with her? I make it so obvious!... What? Of course, I'm not saying- Look, she's not easy, that's the best part. I don't remember anyone else reacting so negatively to my teasing comments. Her friend told me-... Hush, that's what I'm saying!"
You froze. Of course she was talking about you, you knew she does. Her teammates or other cheerleaders always tell you when she does. 'Ellie was asking, if you-' this, 'Ellie asked me to tell you-' that. She could have everyone she'd want to, except you. That's why she was so obsessed with you, you expected her to rant about it. What catched you off-guard was 'Her friend told me-'. Lucy knew everything about you - the fact you hate Ellie's attitude but it turns you on at the same time, too. The fact you don't check her out in public isn't because you don't find her attractive, quite the opposite - you don't want to get distracted, too. How much of those embarrasing behaviours Ellie may know about from your dear friend?
The call ended but you could still hear her pacing around.
'What am I doing? I'll just change up and go home, like nothing happened ' you thought. And that would be really the best option but when you looked around, you realised you left your backpack outside.
Ellie seemed to notice that too, muttering some curse words.
There was no point in hiding. You came out and tossed your phone to your bag. Her eyes awkwardly followed you, she was waiting for you to speak up.
"I may accidentally overhear something." You said, pretending to look for something in your backpack.
"I figured that out already." She said sarcastically.
"Well..." You turned around to face her. "What do you expect from me?"
She chuckled, her embarrassment fading away. "Any reaction would be good. I just need to know..." She took a few steps towards you and thought about it for a moment, before adding; "Or you can pretend you heard nothing."
Now it was your turn to laugh. "And let you get away with it? No, thanks. That was fucking weird, you should feel bad. Who were you even talking to? Your mom?"
She smirked, leaning on the table you were standing near to. "A teammate, actually. You know Riley? Or are you so busy pretending you're not staring at me the whole practices that you don't remember any other players?"
You decided to ignore her last question. "Oh yeah, yeah, Riley. She's the blonde haired one, right?" You asked, pretending to remember.
"No, she's not. Whatever." Ellie leaned in closer, putting her elbows on the table and looking you in the eyes. "Look, I won't pretend that I wasn't talking about you. I like you, okay? Simple as that."
"Here you are, all that just for shits and giggles." You said, still grinning, obviously taking it as a joke. It's Ellie fucking Williams, of course she's just messing around! "You're lucky I'm not completely cruel, or I'd punch you by now."
Ellie smirked at you, her eyebrows still raised. She seemed to enjoy teasing you, but there was a seriousness in her eyes that she tried to hide. You wondered if she was just flirting, or if these feelings truly meant something to her. "Why won't you just kiss me instead?"
You rolled your eyes.
Ellie was persistent, that was for sure. She was also gorgeous, which only made her all the more seductive. "Why not?" she asked with a grin.
"Because I don't go around kissing every girl that flirts with me." You laughed.
"Am I not special enough for you?" She pouted. She was still a flirty mess, but now you were starting to think she might mean this. She was actually asking you for a kiss, as if she expected you to say yes.
"I don't kiss just anybody." You said, trying to be as serious as possible. "You're going to have to earn it."
Ellie raised her eyebrows, clearly intrigued by your response. She looked at you with a sly smirk, and you could tell she really wanted that. "How do I earn it?" She asked, getting closer to you.
"Win the tomorrow's match." You patted her back and left, not waiting for her reaction.
Tomorrow's match - two best teams and leaders rivaling - Ellie and the well known Vi.
#ellie williams x reader#ellie williams x y/n#ellie williams x you#ellie x reader#ellie x y/n#ellie tlou#ellie williams#reqs open#ellie the last of us#anon#send anons#thank you nonnie#soccer!ellie#soccer!ellie williams#soccer!ellie williams x reader#soccer!ellie x reader#soccer!ellie williams x cheerleader!reader#soccer!ellie x cheerleader!reader#cheerleader#soccer
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trap!jj sees you crying and eats you out to make you feel better (esp bunny & kitt)
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when jj came home to find you crying on the couch it took everything in him not to blow up, there was noting more he hated than seeing you distraught, but he knew violence wasn't the answer.
instead he approaches you cautiously for once, slipping in the bed next to you, "now what's with the waterworks huh pussycat?" he gently placed a ringed hand on the exposed flesh of your waist and you could't help but shiver at the feeling of the cool metal.
"I don't wanna talk about it," you shift to face him with a pout on your face, not your normal petulant expression—one of genuine distress, as tears well up in your eyes. “god i feel so stupid crying about it.”
the sight of you made him ache. try as he might to sheild you from the hurt and the pain he couldn’t. he could only do his best to make you feel better.
“we can talk about it when you want aight? don’t worry your pretty self about any of that bullshit right now. papa’d gonna make you feel all better.” a rough hand reaches up to stroke your tearstained cheek with his thumb, when he strokes your plump bottom lip you take him in. “i’ll fix it….promise you i will.”
and jj may not be able to snap his fingers and erase your problems, but he can offer a little relief. his lips and tongue were always a welcome treat with the way he expertly wrapped them around your clit. he spread your lips and licked your cunt in long, slow stripes. each time he dipped inside your clenching hole your fingers tightened in his hair until your nails scratched at his scalp.
it was enough to get lost in you—to feel your thighs dhake against his ears as more of your arousal poured onto his waiting tongue. he didn’t care about any of his friends or crew finding out he was a nunch for you—as long as he was the one who’s name you called out.
he circles a finger around your clenching hole, detaching himself from suckling on your swollen clit, you ready to tell me what happened baby girl?”
your head was swimming so much you almost didn’t hear the question until he repeated himself, “i-it was rafe!”
he slowly slid the finger inside, “and what did he do? cmon tell papa, you know i got you.” the blonde returns to your clit for a few encouraging sucks before releasing you again.
“he-he told me you didn’t want me…that i was just a game for you to play like all the others. and that when he finally dropped you i would be his. but-but i don’t want anyone else i just want you!”
jj was so shocked he completely paused.
“papa?” you tried tentatively, raking your hands through his sweaty hair in efforts for him to say something.
he leaned up from where he was laying between your legs, fingers resuming their steady pace inside your pussy, “i want you to listen to me okay?” he grabbed your face to maintain eye contact, “aint shit out there for me but you. no other bitches. and rafe cameron will be a dead man before he touches you.” his fingers speed up but he doesn’t let your eyes close—giving you a gentle slap to keep your attention.
“you’re my baby aight? this right here? is mine.” his palm comes up to rub against your clit, essentially allowing him to grab your whole pussy, but the other hand lays itself over your chest, “but more importantly this is mine. you’re mine pussycat, nobody elses. you got that?”
your heart flutters wildly at the confession-he looks almost desperate for you to understand. and you do, nodding your head as the tears threaten to fall, “i do.”
jj looks relieved at whatever he sees in your eyes and he visibly relaxes, “mhm thats what i thought.” he smothers your face with kisses, trailing them down your face, neck, chest until he’s back between your legs.
“this pretty little pussy is all mine. now hold these for me babygirl im hungry.” you grab your legs as he instructed so he can really get to work. dragging his tongue from your pussy to your ass so you were panting and squirming above him. rubbing your sensitive, swollen clit with his thumb as he swirled around your puckered hole.
“ple-please be careful m’gonna cum.” you weren’t sure what you were warning him about but he seemed to know. the thumb circling your clit quickly slipped back into your pussy as he reattached his lips to your clit and rubbed your tender asshole with four wet fingers—never pressing in just massaging until you began to shake.
whatever he wanted to say died in his lips in a grunt when you started cumming, quick little gushes that he lapped up eagerly even as it drenched his face.
the ceiling spun as pleasure crashed onto you, you were gasping so loud you didn’t hear your boyfriend speak, “easy now, you gotta breath pussycat. can’t have you passin out ion know how i’ma explain that one.”
when you finally came to you were wrapped in his arms with one of his hands between your legs massaging your still trembling pussy.
“how was that? feel better dontchu?”
“feel a lot better.”
“good good…you get yourself together and how bout me and you pay mr. cameron a little visit hm?”
jj always knew how to take care of you, as rough and dangerous as he was. there was no doubt in your mind that he belonged to you just as much as you did to him.
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ok i know you haven’t written possessive price yet and i genuinely can’t remember what i wrote in the ask and i feel like i’m gonna write the same thing but the roles are switched but idc…but imagine possessive sunshine!reader…like price is a good looking dude and imagine he gets hit on at marissa’s bar IN FRONT OF THE READER AND/OR MARISSA and price is doing his best at trying to get the last away from him but she just won’t fuck off
Soulmate Sour
Summary; When someone flirts with Price you take it into your own hands to let them know he's off the market.
Pairing: Cpt. John Price x reader (sunshine!universe)
Rating: Mature
CHAPTER NO/ONESHOT: Onehsot
Word; 3.2k
Warnings; alcohol consumption (drink in moderation), possessiveness, hints at suggestive themes
Author; @the-goddess-of-mischief-writing
A/N: so I adjusted this just slightly but the main parts are still there, hope you enjoy nonnie<3
You chat with Johnny, his left arm slung behind Marissa on the couch's backrest. Meanwhile, your friend is talking to Kyle. For once, you aren't at the Pearl. Marissa decided to close her place earlier for your group to enjoy a night out where she could join in. Perks of being the owner and controlling closing times, as she said.
It's still early for a Friday, only 9 p.m. There were two more hours before the pub you'd find your way to closed.
It was a much more traditional place than Marissa's. Dark, gloomy, food-to-the-drinks kind of place that half of the population would stop by on their way home from work. And your company wasn't entirely different.
Tonight wasn't a return-from-deployment night. It was a simple get-together after work that John asked if you wanted to tag along to, Johnny having done the same to Marissa. Despite having planned a girl's dinner, the boys had been scattered for a few weeks, most of them back on active duty like John, and tonight was the first time most found their way back to town from wherever so the get-together had been something you couldn't pass up on.
However, rather than fixing yourself to the somewhat special evening when John had knocked on your door, you'd greeted him with your computer in hand and a brief wave. A meeting with one of your clients ran longer than anticipated.
In the end, Joh waited 40 minutes for you to finish, giving you no time to change out of your work attire if the two of you didn't want to run unfashionably late.
You'd managed to reach the pub just as the others arrived. It was lucky you'd chosen a place that served food, seeing how your last meal had been lunch. Which, at the time, had been over six hours ago.
Your stomach had rumbled enough for Marissa to dig her finger into your side, asking if 'the workaholic cares for herself' in that partly teasing, partly serious tone. However, with everyone's plate of favoured dinner polished clean of food soon after finding a table -aside from Ghost who, when you asked, said 'don't fancy eating around other people, so ate earlier'- the soft feeling of fullness had eased your stomach.
Not soon after the dinner, and before the plates got cleared from the table, John had patted your thigh.
You'd been in the midst of your conversation with Johnny as you momentarily had turned to face the one seeking your attention.
'Gonna get somethin' to drink. You want anythin'?' John had asked once you turned to face him. 'Same old', you'd answered and he'd only nodded, squeezing your thigh before he slid out of the curved booth.
What brought you out of the thought 'he's been gone for a while now' was when the Scotsman trailed off in his sentence, his eyes perched over your shoulder rather than face, remaining pinned to something behind you.
Your brows knitted together, head cocking slightly at his sudden shift of attention. The minimal reaction to his strayed conversation was enough to make the Scotsman's face you again.
Something new had entered his eyes and you gave him a questioning look.
"Hate to say it to ye, lass, but old Price seems popular". Johnny nodded forward, motioning to whatever he spotted earlier.
Just as you shift to follow his gaze, a second voice momentarily stops your movement.
"Don't go rippin' a head". Your eyes flicker to Ghost sitting across from you. The man had apparently also noticed whatever Johnny motioned towards as his brown eyes shifted to you.
You only smiled back. "Don't worry".
Ghost only shrugs, eyes falling back to what he'd watched earlier and you finally turn towards whatever both men now observed.
It's easy to find John. His stature is not hard to miss.
He's standing by the bar, presumably having ordered the drinks he set out to do for you two. But, rather than staring at his broad back as he leans against the bar leisurely, waiting for the drinks to be served. John's standing straight, one hand resting on the bar, the other shoved in his pocket. His posture is tense enough that you note it across the room and if you would've been closer, you probably would've seen his jaw work too, as it often does when he's on edge.
The reason? A woman. She's talking to him, flirting with him.
You see it all the way from here despite not hearing a word she says, her body language screaming her intentions. She's smiling, head cocked to the side, her hand resting on the bar not far from John's. She isn't touching him. Still, she's standing close, closer than what's generally considered talking distance for strangers. Her upper body is leaning towards him, breaking John's personal bubble.
Your brows rise at the scene, your body turning towards the pair. Maybe Ghost was right with his comment as a sudden sour feeling fills your mouth. Despite this, you bite your tongue, remaining put as you watch the scene closely.
It doesn't take long, not even two minutes, before you spot what you only had a hunch would happen.
At something the woman says, John's head and upper body instinctively lean away from her before the rest of his body follows. He rolls his shoulder as he turns, his side facing her while replying. All the while, he attempts to step around the stool that previously prevented any smooth exit of putting distance between himself and his forced company.
The move signalled two things. John didn't try to hide that he didn't enjoy the woman's presence anymore and wanted to end the primarily one-sided conversation. And, he needed help, not because you doubted him but because the woman followed his step with one of her own.
You scoffed. Apparently, the woman was fucking blind if she didn't understand the signal.
"I'll be back", you said to Johnny and Ghost, both having turned to look at you upon what transpired. You slide from the booth, rising to your feet once at the edge.
"Go get her, lass". There was a big grin on the Scot's face, but you ignored it as you started walking towards the bar.
"Don't do anythin' I would". You hear the Englishman warn from behind, to which you raise a few fingers in recognition and a departing gesture.
As you weave between tables and occupied chairs, your eyes never leave John and the woman. She sweeps her dark hair over her shoulder, showing off more of the plunging neckline meant to draw eyes. You almost laugh when she frowns upon noticing it didn't have the desired effect, but you catch yourself in the last second.
Slowing your step, you switch to look at John. His exasperation with the situation is humouring enough that the gentle smile you let spread isn't forced.
"Hi, how's the drinks going?" John's head snaps ironically fast towards you, his body swivelling to face you rather than the bar. In the corner of your eye, you note how the woman's attention switch to you.
When you get closer, John pulls his hand out of his pocket and raises his arm, letting you sidle up to him. His hand lands upon your shoulder, making the two of you shift together when he turns to look down the bar. In the new position, you naturally face the woman, but at the moment, you don't look at her, focusing on John as his eyes drop back to you as he speaks.
"Soon done, love", he mutters. His voice is strained, annoyed. You don't need to guess because of what, or rather, who.
You circle your left arm around his waist, finally looking forwards, feigning realisation when you meet the woman's gaze.
"Oh, hello", you greet her with raised brows, catching the sour expression twisting her features for a split second. "Are you an acquaintance of John?"
You motion between the woman and the man at your side, pointing out their closer-than-strangers proximity. Upon the question, the dark-haired woman steps backwards to not stand as close to you.
"You're his girl". Your head cocks at the short remark and complete disregard of your greeting.
Satisfaction spreads through you at her response, but you only let the gentle smile continue to play on your lips. "I am, and you are?"
"Kathleen", she puffed out her chest, chin jutting upwards, eyes straying towards John before shifting back to you.
"Pleasure", you return with a nod just as the bartender puts your drinks on the counter. "But, if you excuse us, our company is waiting". Your eyes stray to the glasses to push your point.
"I was talking to John when you interrupted". His name is purred from her lips as if knowing it meant everything to her and should bother you. You look back at her with creased brows, a questioning look directed towards her. She must have taken it for displeasure rather than astonishment at what she thought she was attempting, as a smug smile spread on her lips. "And he never mentioned you".
Instantly, John tenses beneath your touch while his arm tightens around your shoulders. This time, you scoff. Did she really think that implied he was... what? Open to cheating because of that?
Your reaction makes John's head tilt downwards. You know he wants you to look up at him from how intently he's looking at you, but you don't face him, instead staring straight back at the woman.
"And yet, you don't assume I'm anything else than his girl when I join him? If you didn't already have a hunch, why didn't you just suppose I'm his thing?" You question with a smile. Her mouth opens and closes, caught off guard by your reaction to what evidently was an attempt at winding you up. Clearly, she didn't get the response she desired.
She sneers. "Well, maybe you are because he didn't object to it". She makes a sharp motion with her hand towards John to defend whatever her definition of it implied.
You can feel how he heats up at your side, his already warm body boiling from how she addressed you and what you know is a false statement. You'd seen it yourself. That's why you can't help but chuckle, stepping away from John towards the bar.
His arms remain around you for as long as possible until he begrudgingly lets it fall. When John doesn't touch you any longer, the air shifts violently. Tension immediately bleeds into the air.
"Be my guest then", you nod towards John as you grab your drinks, catching how not only the women's eyes widen at what you said. "If you want to get turned down a second or even third time, that is. Because from what I saw, my man isn't interested in you and tried to respectfully show that without dropping my name. Which should be enough anyways, don't you think?" You continue as you turn to face her.
The same smile you'd carried the entire conversation now flashed brighter towards the dark-haired woman, who sputters in bewilderment. Satisfied with her stunned expression and being tongue-tied, you turn towards John, whose eyes apparently never left you.
"You ready?" His blues shift so violently that it feels like they go from black to white when you offer him his beer. He takes his drink from your offered hand with his right one only to intertwine the fingers of his left with it instead. You take the hint. "Have a good evening, Kathleen". You bid her goodbye without turning to face her, missing how the perplexed woman follows the two of you, stunned when John tags along with an ease she'd found impossible to evoke.
As your back is turned to the woman, you finally spit at her in your mind. Fucking bitch.
You hadn't noticed, but you took your first deep breath in a long time when taking a similar route back to the others as you had previously done to the bar. That was until there was a tug at your hand.
You slow, twisting your head to look over your shoulder at John, only for him to twirl you around and into his chest before you manage. Some of your drink spill over your fingers, but you don't care about it the second his handsome smile and blue eyes greet you.
"Do you know how much more attractive you just got?" None of the previous tension lace his voice, only a lilt that reflects his lightened expression.
"What?" You ask, a bit dumbfounded, still mentally cursing the woman for how shitty she'd acted. Women empowering women, they say. Not those types of women.
John's eyes flicker over your face before settling to meet your gaze with a smirk. "Haven't seen you this possessive before". Your mouth drops open before you bite your lower one as it curls inwards.
"Don't like someone trying things on you", you mumble, shrugging as you continue. "Especially when they don't show some respect".
Your eyes widen when you suddenly feel John duck, attaching his mouth to yours. Though he catches you off-guard, you fall into the kiss soon enough, his big hand releasing yours to tilt your face.
He's warm, overwhelmingly passing the sensation into your body. You feel the last bit of resentment towards the woman leave you as John forces her out of your mind, replacing the mental place she'd occupied with himself.
The bristle of his beard brushing your lower face contrasts with how he gently cups your cheek. His beard oil and cologne fill your nostrils in a blend of something nutty and musky.
You're putty in his grasp and can't help the silly smile spreading when he nipps your lower lip when pulling back.
"Appreciate it, love", John chuckles, gazing at you with an upwards curve of his mouth. "And the confidence suits you", he adds.
"Need to have some when dating your handsome face". You tap his bearded cheek with your index finger with a cocked head and smile.
"This handsome face only has eyes for one woman". You dip your head with a shake, momentarily needing to escape his intense eyes as his hand falls to the small of your back. His fingers teasingly press into the area.
"Let's go back to the others". You nod backwards when you raise your head again. John agrees with a nod and a final peck before he guides you towards your table.
"Putting on a show, are you Price?" Kyle greets you with a smug look as you come closer. John only shrugs in return, not bashful about the action but not keen on discussing it. Everyone watches you as you retake your place, sliding into the booth first. John follows soon after, seating himself close enough that his side presses against yours.
Marissa leans forward, her forearms crossed upon the table. She sends you an amused and knowing look, one you roll your eyes at, understanding the whole table must have followed the spectacle.
Like the smile your friend flashes, Johnny harbours a similar grin as when you'd left.
"About time ya get someone who acts as yer saviour, Captain". The Scotsman remarks while he nudges his shoulder with yours, giving you a playful wink. This time, John huffs amusedly and you presume it's an inside joke as you catch the low chuckle escaping Ghost and Kyle.
The comment swung them into a new conversation with countless ribbings. You can't help but shake your head at their antics as you listen to their chatter with your glass in hand.
Sipping your drink, you melt into the seat, head resting against the shoulder of John's non-dominant side.
It had been a long and, by your standard, stressful day. It had taken a toll on you mentally more than physically. The only downside with not having an ordinary one-to-five, in your opinion. John asking you to tag along to this outing was just what you needed at the end of the day to be able to wind down, aside from one inconvenience.
The timing couldn't be any better as you suddenly feel someone staring. Your eyes sweep over the other occupants of the table before travelling further. You don't need to look for long until you find the source.
The same woman from earlier sits by the bar, your eyes locking when your attention falls upon her. You raise your brows, huffing more out of pity than annoyance as you take another sip of your drink.
Holding her stare, you don't hesitate to shift in your seat and cross your leg over your own and John's. You sit slanted towards him now, your leg resting comfortably over his thigh, dangling between his legs.
His response is immediate, his body aligning more towards you as he settles his left hand just above your knee.
"You get awfully touchy when tryin' to make a point to someone". John whispers as he ducks his head, breath skimming the shell of your ear.
You smile against the rim of your glass, noticing how the woman's face scrunches upon noting your intimate proximity. The reaction is enough to spot from your position. "How'd you know?"
"I'm a soldier. I'm trained to always be attentive to my surroundings", he hums in response, still keeping his head low enough so only you catch his words. "Likewise, to read someone's intentions. Gotten good enough to rival your skill when it comes to you". He humours you with a low chuckle. The rough sound sends a shiver down your spine as your eyes drop to his thumb, which begins a circling motion on your leg.
Your head tilts upwards, John accommodating by angling his head to catch what you say. "Well, good job, Captain". Your eyes momentarily lock with the women once more as John leans away, shielding your view as he stiffens upon hearing his rank being purred against the shell of his ear. But, you catch the reaction you wanted always, the woman promptly turning away.
Your eyes now meet gaze back at those blues focusing on you keenly.
Yes, John had gotten to know you quite a bit, your ticks and tells. But he indulged you in just as much.
You give him a coy smile and fall back slightly, resting your back against the couch again as you return his gaze.
John levels you with a firm look, hiking your leg slightly higher on his leg, signalling if you continue, this evening will definitely be cut short.
You only smile sweetly at him before you turn your upper body away, engaging yourself in the conversation with the rest. Upon catching his muted sigh, you sip your drink to stop yourself from grinning.
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ᴍʏ ᴄᴇɴᴛᴜʀʏ ౨ৎ ᯓ★
beomgyu x fem! reader ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ
. . warnings ; ANGST .ᐟ, heartbreak, based on the film '20th century girl', usage of the nicknames (my love, baby, my pretty girl), very very tropey, beomgyu does NOT die like the film, not a good ending, mentions of sunghoon from enhypen and chaewon from le sserafim, just so so sad :( my heart hurts ♡
. . words ; 1.4k
a/n ; hi bbys !! i just rewatched 20th century girl and i was BAWLING :< i kept thinking of beomgyu with the "i will wait for you" trope ughhh so so sad :(( anyways enjoy ml ౨ৎ
. . part two ౨ৎ
"will you wait for me? can do you that for me my pretty girl?" beomgyus holding you close to him, your tears falling on his sweatshirt. he was leaving, to you it was for forever but it was just to study abroad in paris for a year.
"please dont cry, i'll be back for you. i promise you, pinky promise me?" he stuck out his pinky finger, waiting for your to intertwine with him. hot tears ran down your face as you pulled away from his chest and tied your pinky with his. "y-you really p-promise beomgyu?"
"yes angel," his head rested on yours. "you'll be back in my arms again in no time, okay?" he tried to push out a smile.
this one stung.
you nodded silently, your voice was too strained to answer him back. the final call to get on that stupid train was announced. he pulled away, cupping your face in his warm hands. "see you my love, i love you more than anything." and before you could answer back he was on that train, waving goodbye to you.
your tears were falling so hard, it was getting difficult to breathe. you waved goodbye back, seeing that dumb train door close allowing it to take off. as soon as that door closed, beomgyu broke out in tears trying to cover his sounds as to not disturb his other passengers. "f-fuck.." he mumbled feeling his own tears drop to his sweatshirt, paired with the stains of yours.
it had been a year. a year without beomgyu, a year with no contact. you tried texting him, nothing went through. you tried calling him, nothing went through. you even tried email, nothing absolutely radio silence. wasn't he supposed to come back already? why? why weren't you in his arms again like he promised?
you grabbed your pillow, screaming and letting out all your emotions. how stupid were you to think he would actually stay in contact? "you stupid.. stupid boy." your words were muffled in your pillow yet you didn't feel anger, only sadness and only tears of pain could come out of your eyes.
all your friend told you to move on, even setting you up with a guy. 'park sunghoon' was his name and yes he was handsome but.. every touch, you just thought of beomgyu. you thought of the way he would play with your hair, the way he would hold you in his arms, the way he would look into your eyes.
maybe sunghoon was good for you, maybe he would provide you the comfort you were truly needing but beomgyu was the only man on your mind. you couldn't bare the thought of being held by a man other than beomgyu.
the days he would fix your skirt when it was too high, when he would wipe the extra lipgloss on your lips, the way he would speak to you so softly. it was all too much, you missed him so much it hurt your heart.
yet today was the day you were to hang out with sunghoon, maybe try something new. you two were going to a local festival to watch some fireworks, maybe get a bit to eat. maybe this was the turn around for you, to see if sunghoon could help you out of your helpless state.
you were all prettied up. hair up in a bow, dress on, and some pretty sneakers your friend had gifted you. sunghoon, standing in front of you, had your favorite flowers in his hands and a pretty smile on his face. he looked so starstruck to see you like this. "i-i.. you look so pretty.. these are for you! i-i know you.. i mean i remembered you told me you liked them.. so i-i got them."
you took the flower sin your hands and smiled, maybe this was gonna turn around. "you're so sweet. thank you hoon." you give him and big hug, feeling that love surround you like it once did a year ago. "the place isn't super far away so i'd thought we could walk."
the walk was fun, he was a big question asker and luckily for him you were a big talker. he liked it, he liked to listen and to ask. until the two of you arrived, you just talked his ears off.
you were really starting to feel your mood switch. maybe he was bringing out a better you, a you that could actually love again.
when you two got there, to your surprise, he had already set up some blankets and some snacks. "hoon.. y-you didn't need to do this." you chuckle and you could feel his shaky hand wrap around your waist. "i-i know but.. you know you're really special to me" you could almost feel the tears start to dwell in your eyes.
sunghoon sat beside you on the blanket he had set, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. "you see that star? it shines really bright huh? its really pretty.. like you." sunghoon adds, prompting you to lay your head on his shoulder. "s-stop.." you giggle. he ruffles your hair a bit and laughs himself. "hey! its true.." he adds.
after a while of snacking and laughing with sunghoon you had to use the restroom to freshen up. "hoon i'll be back, stay here okay?" he nods and you turn around, trying to find directions to the bathroom.
you spot a man drinking something and prompted that he looked nice enough, maybe he would have some directions. "hey excuse me, do yo-" you couldn't mutter another word as he turned around.
choi beomgyu?
to make matters worse, there was a girl around his arm. is this why he hasn't been taking to you? as much as you wanted to explode on him, you just wanted to get back to sunghoon to not have him worry. "d-do.. you know where t-the restrooms are?" you ask, your voice clearly shaky.
"r-right.. over there," he gulps and you turn around to leave. "but wait!" his shoulder forces you to face him once again. "_____?" his voice just sends tears to rush down your face immediately.
"s-stop dont.. dont cry." his hands were now on your shoulders. he knew he messed up. truth is, he could message you. you were just blocked. he could call you, he had just blocked you. he read your emails, he just didn't respond. why? he had met a women, chaewon, back in paris where he had been studying and forgot all about his promise to you.
"d-dont touch me." you brush him off and turn back around to walk towards the bathroom. he's taken aback from your words, dont touch you? but thats all he wanted to do at the moment, all we wanted was to have your love again.
"baby plea-" he was cut off from your harsh words. "dont you dare call me that."
he could tell how much pain he had put you through and god he felt horrible but no, you couldn't forgive him. not in a million years. for a whole year you had thought something happened to him, his phone got lost, his number had changed. all these delusion lies to shun you from the truth.
"you didn't keep your promise." you say, voice low. he cupped your face like he did on that fateful day but his look, his look changed. he didn't look at you with love in his eyes, he looked at you with this guilty look. he knew he had messed up.
you pulled away from him, unable to stomach the fact he was cheating on you while here you were; thinking he was in danger. "are you.. here with somebody?" he gulps as he asked this, god he hoped the answer was no.
"yea." he could feel the liquid rising in his throat, he was sick. "really? y-you.. you're here with somebody?" you nod, not wanting anything else to do with this conversation.
"i really h-have to go, h-he's waiting for me." you look anywhere but beomgyus eyes and turn away to leave once more but he insists. "_____ can i tell you something?" you nod your head, still avoiding eye contact while he bends down to whisper something in your ear.
"i still love you, please dont do this."
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Sick Wendy during the holidays + Caretaker Vince. Fever, stomach bug and some much deserved belly rubs.
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"Honey," Wendy whispered, shaking Vince's shoulder lightly and he groaned, rolling away from her as much as the passenger seat allowed. She bit down a smile, shaking him harder, "Vince, wake up."
"Are we here?" he groaned, not bothering to open his eyes and Wendy opened a fond smile, rubbing his back. Vince had these terrible dark circles lately that were worrying her, but he swore everything was fine, he just couldn't get a good night of sleep. She decided to let him sleep.
"No," she whispered, leaning in to press a kiss to his curls, "we're at the gas stop, I'll be right back. Do you want anything?"
Nothing but a soft snore answered her.
It wasn't a hole-in-the-wall type of gas station. It was part of a much bigger chain and had a restaurant area, as well as a trinkets store and a coffee shop.
They had had breakfast back home and Wendy was still feeling quite full from it, but that didn't stop her from buying a large caramel latte, as well as a box of cupcakes for Vince, then took her sweet time browsing through the trinkets.
Everything was overpriced, since this was the last store before reaching town and they knew their clients were people who had forgotten to buy gifts, especially during holiday season.
Wendy smiled as she saw a beautiful headband, all bejeweled and with turquoise stones. She put it inside her basket, continuing to go through the products, while slurping on the rest of her coffee. Wendy grimaced as her straw hit the bottom of her plastic cup. She hadn't realized how fast she chugged it.
Her stomach gurgled, complaining, and she felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment, standing up straight and going to pay for the headband, as well as other useless trinkets she thought were cute.
Vince was awake once she got back to the car. He had jumped out and was leaning against the metal, hands shoved in his jacket's pocket, cheeks kissed by the cold and all pink, the tips of his curls poking out from under his black beanie were twirling with the wind.
"What you got there?" he asked, once Wendy moved closer. She handed him the box of cupcakes, the one she had already forgotten about and felt vaguely queasy as he opened it to reveal the icing covered goodies.
"Ooh, they look great... I'm starving," he reached for one, before pausing and frowning, "dairy free? I don't wanna shit my pants during Christmas, honey."
Wendy wrinkled her nose at his crass language, shifting on her feet. Her stomach was starting to throb and continuing to gurgle, "it's just the 20th," she told him with an eyeroll, then before Vince could interrupt, "and yes, they're dairy free."
"Uhm," he didn't need to hear anything else, all but shoving one of the tiny cupcakes whole in his mouth, "eel'goo."
"Ew," Wendy grinned, putting the other bags in the backseat and circling him, "switch with me?"
Vince nodded, still eating as he circled the car and then planting the box on her lap as he fixed the car seat and put them back on the road.
"These are actually great," he said happily, fishing another one from the box, left hand drumming on the steering wheel, "thank you... Aren't you gonna eat, Wen?"
Wendy's stomach squeezed at the thought and she shook her head, fighting to keep a smile on, "not hungry..."
"Are you sure?" Vince glanced at her quickly, before looking back to the road, "they have a red velvet one..."
"No, I'm good," Wendy stressed, fighting the urge to shove the cupcakes off her lap. She could smell them and all that sweetness was making her already unsettled belly even more so.
Vince frowned and seemed like he wanted to argue, but he didn't say anything, only ate another cupcake and kept driving. Wendy was graceful, her stomach was souring quickly and her head started to throb with the sweet scent filling the car.
It was snowing, so it wasn't like she could open a window and she mentally cursed, leaning back on her seat and closing her eyes, breathing through her mouth. Maybe she was just carsick, she could fight through it.
Her mouth felt sticky and she licked at her dry lips, gulping down and bouncing one of her legs anxiously, feeling the latte churn in her belly. In the cramped space of the car, she was sure Vince could hear all the little noises her stomach was making and Wendy felt terribly embarrassed on top of the nausea, trapped like a caged animal and wanting to put as much distance between them.
Vince's freezing hand upon her forehead startled her so much Wendy gasped and coughed, rushing to sit up straight.
"What-"
"You don't look so well, honey," he had slowed down and seemed to be looking for a spot to pull over, much to her dismay. The cupcake box had been closed and Wendy glanced around in search of it, finding it sitting in the backseat.
"I'm fine, I'm just..." there was cold sweat gluing her clothes to her back and Wendy groaned, squirming on her seat, "don't laugh," she said, wrapping an arm around her stomach and pushing his hand away from her face, "I drank a latte back at the stop and it's not sitting well."
"Oh," Vince sounded relieved, which only made her want to curl up more. Wendy pressed herself to the door, rocking her body slightly to keep her mind off the waves of queasiness and the pressure in the back of her throat, "why didn't you just say something, hon? Do you want me to pull over?"
"Nu-uh," Wendy shook her head, then brought up a hand to her mouth and muffled a little sick, airy burp, "no, I just want to get to Doveport as soon as possible..."
"We're fifteen minutes out," Vince planted a hand on the middle of her back, switching his attention back to the road, "think you can handle it?"
"God, stop-" Wendy groaned, leaning further in and breathing through her mouth, "stop babying me, it's my fault I feel like shit, Vince. I shouldn't have drank a freaking gas station caramel mocha."
Just the thought of it made her spine curl and Wendy gulped down as she could taste the sweetness all over again. She shuddered, again, goosebumps covering her skin.
"Don't be silly," Vince reached in the cupholder between them, passing her a water bottle, "it's not your fault, honey."
"Uhm..." the water was refreshing, but it landed on her stomach like a brick, immediately wanting out. Wendy's rushed to cup her mouth as her body betrayed her and yet another little burp rushed out, this one morphing in a gag at the end. She swallowed convulsively the sweet saliva pooling in her mouth, her throat seeming to refuse her.
"...Just a second..." she heard Vince say in the background and then the car came to a stop on the side of the road and he reached over her, pushing her door open when Wendy didn't move. She let out a groan, shaking her head, still in denial.
"Nooo..."
"I don't think you get a say on that, honey," Vin said sympathetically, knuckles brushing her cheeks, "c'mon, better out than in."
Her belly let out a nasty growl, a nauseating string of burbles rolling around and Wendy whimpered, giving in and turning on seat to hang out of the door.
She tugged on the ends of her pink scarf, tugging it off her neck and balling it up in one hand, the one squeezing the doorway. Her stomach turned once more and Wendy spat on the grey snow on the side of the road, knowing there was no chance to swallow it back down and not throw up.
Vince's hand was still in the middle of her back, rubbing soothing circles and she wanted to tell him to stop touching her, not when she was feeling this gross and embarrassed... Wendy let out a sick burp and whined, gulping the acid in the back of her throat.
"Let it up, honey, you'll feel better," Vince thumped her back lightly and she nearly snapped at him, when the motion only made her feel worse. She couldn't swallow it back down like this, as he forced up another belch... And then she puked a gush of beige vomit all over the snow.
Wendy coughed, squeezing her eyes shut and trying to spit the horrible taste in her mouth, without setting off another round. Her nausea didn't lessen, on the contrary, it only seemed to grow and grow... She nearly fell off the car with the strength of the next heave, vomiting a much larger amount as her belly squeezed with a cramp.
Vince had moved on his seat, so he could gently hold the pieces of hair away from her mouth with one hand, the other one planted on her shoulder to stop Wendy from taking a dive at the disgusting side of the road, and she let out a whimper at the realization he could see exactly what she could see, which was quite the gruesome sight.
"Stop- Stop touching me..." Wendy whined, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and falling back against her seat, wrapping one arm around her stomach. She was wearing a graphic sweater, as well as a thick baby blue skirt, with a belt around her middle. When they left home, the belt had been loose, but right now it felt like it was squeezing her in half.
However, just the idea of undoing it was too humiliating. Wendy gulped down nervously, shuddering again and wiping the little tears clinging to her lashes. She avoided Vin's worried gaze and his outstretched hand, holding the plastic bottle of water. Her fingers came back brushed with black and Wendy groaned again, imagining just how gross she looked, with her mascara all smeared.
"I'm so sorry," she sighed, wiping at her mouth and her eyes again, trying to regain a scrap of composure, "I'm sorry, this was disgusting, I just-"
"Oh, can it, Wen," Vince scoffed, cupping her face. His hands were freezing and they felt lovely against her cheeks, even if they made her shiver. Wendy whined, closing her eyes as her stomach continued to flip, not feeling one bit settled, although it was much emptier, "did getting that out of your system help?"
She nodded, lying, and Vince let out a huff, suddenly pressing a kiss to her brow, "I don't know if I believe it, you're the color of the snow."
Wendy gagged at the thought, "covered in sick and disgusting?"
"White," Vince corrected her with a chuckle, reaching over her to slam the door shut, "white like a bunny," he teased lightly, kissing her temple again, "take a minute, okay? We're not in a rush."
"We sort of are, though," Wendy sighed, but couldn't help but lean back on her seat with relief. Her stomach was still feeling horrible, churning ominously and she felt far from done. To makes matters worse, she was covered in sweat and couldn't seem to stop shaking, "I feel like crap."
"I'm sorry, honey," Vince rubbed her arm, then reached on the side of her seat, lowering it a little bit, "we're really almost home, just try and breathe, okay?"
That wasn't as reassuring as he thought it was. Home for Vince, sure, but to her it meant a much larger audience witnessing as she made a fool of herself, her stomach hellbent on emptying itself from the caramel latte and Wendy was terrified her intestines would join her body's riot against her. She wanted her own apartment, her own bed and bathroom and no audience.
Still, she didn't say it out loud, and true to Vin's words, not even 10 minutes later they were entering his street. Wendy lowered the mirror to get a look at herself, then cringed as she saw the smudged mascara around her eyes, and how pale she was. She quickly wiped the black vestiges away, grabbing the water bottle and taking some sips, swishing the water around to get rid of the horrible taste in her mouth and the puke breath. It was the best she could do.
The water had been a horrible idea, it added to the churning in her tummy, making her feel even more nauseous. She felt overly full and dizzy, but right now was not the time.
The front door opened and Vince's mom rushed out to pull her 6'4 baby into a hug, squealing when he pulled her off her feet. It was a heart warming scene and Wendy would've basked in it, wasn't it for the fact she could feel her belly squeezing again, her mouth watering.
"You too, c'mere," Ma said, tugging Wendy into a hug, "darling, I missed you... What's wrong?"
Wendy wanted to cry. She had hoped she could simply lie her way through and go up to Vin's room to curl up in his bathroom and die, but clearly his mother had other ideas. The woman cupped her cheeks, then touched her forehead, a wrinkle appearing between her brows, a frown forming. Ma looked every little bit like her son when she glared like that.
"I'm fine-"
"Mamma, she's alright," Vince interjected, noticing his girlfriend's pale face and weak, strained voice, "carsickness, that's all."
Carsickness was much less embarrassing than I-drank-a-fucking-side-of-the-road-latte-because-i'm-stupid-and-have-no-self-restraint, Wendy thought sourly, wincing.
Ma let out a little unhappy noise, "you poor thing," she pulled back, patting Wendy's arm, "come inside, lie down for a bit. I'll get you a ginger ale."
She mumbled another string of words, but that Wendy couldn't piece together since it was in italian. She hoped it was just amiable cooing, but Wendy's swirling thoughts couldn't help but feel like she was being judged.
Her parents would be judging the shit out of Vince if it was the other way around, the talking behind his back would simply never stop. It was hard to believe in Ma's genuine affection as she pushed Wendy inside the house and towards the couch, telling her to sit down and lean back her head.
"You'll feel alright in un attimo," the woman cooed, while Vince brought in the bags. He flashed Wendy a smile, crossing the living room to crouch in front of the couch.
"Sorry, mom's a lot," he whispered, pushing a strand of hair away from Wendy's eyes, "how's your belly?"
"I wanna die, Vince," Wendy answered him, her voice hoarse from the previous puking, "I'm sorry, this was so stupid- I don't know where my mind was."
Vince rolled his eyes, leaning in to kiss her forehead, "whatever do you mean, honey?" he cupped her face, thumb on her chin, "you couldn't possibly have guessed you'd get sick."
"It was gas station food, I definitely could have not eaten that," Wendy scoffed, wrapping an arm around her stomach as the thought made her all the more queasy. She hated that she could still just taste it.
Across the room there was a noise and then Livia rushed in, bundled up in a snow coat, grinning the whole way.
"VINNY!" She squealed, throwing herself over her brother with her whole body, causing him to almost fall on his back. He opened a big smile, kissing her cheek and moving his arms to Liv was sitting on his knee, her arms wrapped around his neck.
The little girl finally saw Wendy, still smiling as she said, "Hi principessa," she jumped from Vin's lap to press a kiss to Wendy's cheek, before frowning, "why are you sad?"
"Wendy's sick, bambi, leave her alone," Vince pulled his sister back, grabbing the little kid and throwing her over his shoulder, then turning to Wendy, "I'm gonna get you some water, do you think pepto would help?"
Wendy shrugged, she didn't feel like she could hold the medicine down, but it was worth a try. Vin let out a little sad, sympathetic sigh, before whispering, "be right back."
She let out a groan once he was out of sight, curling up on the couch and trying to figure if she could get away with leaving the living room or if it'd be too rude. Her stomach was sloshing uncomfortably and she still couldn't stop shivering.
"Here," Sophia's voice startled her and Wendy glanced up from her curled up position, in time to see Vince's cranky teenager sister drape a blanket over her.
It made her heart sink and Wendy opened a strained smile, "thank you..." she said, her voice all raspy. Sophia blushed, shrugging.
"Do you need anything else?" she reminded Wendy of Jonah and Wendy smiled at the thought, pulling the blankets tighter around her. She wanted Vince, but he had only been gone for ten minutes, so it was too pathetic to say out loud.
"No, I'm fine. Thank you, Soph."
Still Sophia hung around, uneasily shifting her weight from foot to foot, clearly wanting to do more but unsure of what. She was thankfully interrupted by Vince coming back, a thermos in one of his hands, as well as a ceramic mug held only by his pinky around the handle, the little bottle of pepto bismol sitting inside of it.
"Mamma made some peppermint tea, honey," Vince said, messing Sophia's hair as he circled around her to get to the couch and causing his sister to hiss and shove his back.
Wendy groaned at the prospect of drinking anything, especially something sweet, when her stomach already felt like it was crawling up her throat. She turned on the couch, pressing her lips tightly closed and breathing deeply through her nose, looking at the ceiling.
"I know you don't wanna drink anything right now, but this could help," Vince said, sitting on the ground in front of her. Even sitting down a level lower than her, he was still taller. Wendy sighed, pulling the ends of the blanket and shaking her head.
"I don't... I don't think so, Vin..."
He pouted, then leaned in to push a stray hair away from her eyes and his brows dipped into a frown, "oh Wen, you're really warm..."
She leaned forward, planting her forehead to his hand and still taking measured breaths, as her stomach started to feel more and more uneasy, "that..." her mouth pooled with overly sweet spit and Wendy gulped it down, "that'd-explaininnit..." she slurred, the words barely forming. Her face felt numb.
"Vin..." Wendy heard Sophia saying, but she was far too nauseous to pay any attention. It felt like the couch was swaying... Her throat constricted as if she couldn't breathe and up came another wave of vomit.
This time it was much chunkier and harder to get up and Wendy was left gasping for air and crying when she finished off the first round, her stomach still flipping inside of her, letting out a little acrid burp. She couldn't bring herself to open her eyes, sure she had just thrown up all over her boyfriend's parent's living room, probably ruining his mom's rug.
"I'm-" Wendy hiccupped, her head throbbing in the same rhythm as her belly churned, "fuck, i'm so-sorry..." there were tears streaming down her face and Wendy started to openly cry as she felt Vince shush her, pulling her closer to him. Her forehead met his chest or his tummy, she wasn't sure, she only knew she could smell the fabric softener in his hoodie and that it was soft and inviting... And she was probably ruining it with tears and drool.
"Soph, potresti prendere il...?"
"Sí, sí-"
Whatever Vince said to his sister, suddenly Wendy was no longer half covered by the blanket and his arms were wrapping around her, one under her legs, the other around her back, lifting her up.
"No-" Wendy groaned, as he moved so her head could rest on his shoulder, "no, Vin, I'm-" her belly contracted painfully and Wendy muffled a burp against his chest, gasping for air, "stooop..."
"Sorry, doll," Vince whispered back, his voice rough with concern. Wendy groaned louder at the movement of him carrying her, probably up the stairs judging by the up and down that was making her head spin.
"I'm gonna... Vince, wait-" Wendy complained weakly, trying to warn him she was about to be sick again. He sped up, but didn't show any other sign of having heard her and Wen let out a frustrated noise, trying to pull back from his hold.
"No, hon, don't do that," Vince said softly and then hit a light switch and Wendy realized they had just entered his bathroom. It was just a cramped and messy as she remembered it.
He put her down gently in front of the sink and Wendy let out a sob as she noticed a wet dark patch on his hoodie, already wiped at, "oh no-"
"It's alright," Vince tugged his sweater off, balling it up and throwing it under the sink, closing the distance between them so he could pull her hair into a low ponytail.
"Did I..." She leaned heavily over the sink, squeezing her eyes shut against the mounting nausea, "did I puke on your mom's couch...?"
"No, just my lap," Vince teased her lightly, planting a kiss to her temple, and Wendy groaned, letting out a tiny airy burp.
"It's not funny," she scoffed, voice thick with tears and wanting for the ground to open up. She caught Vin rolling his eyes on the mirror.
"Wendy, you're sick, sweetheart. My family adores you, please don't worry about this..." he rubbed her back, "can you get in the shower? I think your fever is up..."
"Uhm," Wendy folded in half, pressing her forehead to the cold sink and shivering violently, "maybe... Do you- Can you give me some space? Please?"
Her belly was still a mess and she had never felt so mortified before, but she knew she'd feel even worse just stripping in front of him. Vince let out a little unhappy noise, his hand still planted in the middle of her back.
"I can... But I'm gonna be right outside, okay? And please don't lock the door."
"Okay," she sniffled, tearing up, "can you get me some clean clothes, please?" Her belt was still squeezing the hell out of her upset tummy and her sweater and skirt felt like they were glued to her sweat covered body. Vince nodded, kissing the top of her head.
"Of course, doll. I'll get you something comfy. You can use my towel, I'll get another one later."
"Thank you," she waited for him to step out and then Wendy's flimsy hold on her self control all but crumbled. New tears sprung up and she immediately started stripping, despite feeling sluggish and awful. The sensation of the clothes was constricting and she especially hated it rubbing on her belly, reminding her how bloated she was.
The hot water took a second to heat up and Wendy shivered violently hugging herself and sitting on the closed toilet in just her panties. Her belly was sore as fuck and she could still hear it let out all sorts of noises, bubbles shifting under her hand.
The warm shower did wonders to how gross she was feeling and relaxed the muscles of her back, but did absolutely nothing to the woozy feeling, except make it worse. She stumbled slightly, pressing her forehead to the cold tiles and letting the hot water run down her back, trying to find any strength to shut it off and walk out.
Instead, her legs were feeling more and more like jelly. Wendy breathed through her mouth as the bathroom spun around her and slowly slid down to a crouched down position, doing her best to not fall on her ass.
Her stomach flipped and she gagged, barely having to heave for more frothy yellow bile to spill out of her and get washed away by the water. There was a knock on the door, Vince's muffled voice calling out her name.
Wendy let out a groan, washing her mouth with shaky hands and tried to get up, only to find out that she couldn't. Instead she sat on her ass and curled up her knees, hoping Vin would overlook her request for privacy and enter the bathroom, because she was seeing a whole new collection of black dots and stars.
She didn't hear the door opening, but she did hear Vince's loud voice exclaim "WENDY!" and then she felt water hitting her face... And next she woke up she was freezing cold.
Wendy didn't think she had been out for more than a couple minutes, because Vin hadn't moved her. He had shut off the water and she was curled up in his arms, shivering violently and he was talking in rapid fire italian-english with someone...
The thought that she was naked in front of his family was enough to have Wendy waking up from any slumber. She whined and tried to move, only to feel Vince's arms squeeze around her, keeping her put. He let out a relieved sigh, "thank fucking God, Wendy..." and only then did she realize he had wrapped her up in a bathing robe.
Ma Monacelli was standing in the doorway, with a phone pressed to her cheek and Wendy dizzily blinked, trying to get a hold of the situation. She couldn't make sense of what his mom was saying and it took her a minute to realize it wasn't in english.
"What... What's your mom..." Wendy grumbled, squirming again. Vince helped her sit up slightly against him, his hands never leaving her once. She realized his curls were glued to the side of his face and his cheeks were blazing red and he was shivering too, water clinging to his lashes... He had gotten in the shower with her.
"She's talking with the doctor. It's better if you don't move yet or you'll get lightheaded," he rubbed her back quickly, in order to produce warmth and Wendy groaned, curling up further.
"No, don't- I don't need a doctor," she whined, shaking her head, "really, I just need to go to bed... It was just- Just the hot water..."
Ma lowered the phone, looking almost angry, "no, we're calling Dr. Bianchi, she's not well."
Wendy felt a small flare of annoyance. She was right there.
Vince probably sensed it, because he interrupted his mother's next words, by saying in a calm voice that didn't belong him, "mamma, we're crowding her. Let me just get Wendy settled in bed and we can discuss a doctor."
Magda crossed her arms, face all scrunched up as if she wanted to argue, "I'm worried, you can't just-"
"Ma," Vince said in a steady, rougher voice that Wendy had never heard him use with his mom. The woman sighed, before nodding and stepping out of the bathroom. She left the door open, but Wen could clearly hear as she shut the bedroom door, having fully left the suite.
"I'm sorry," Wendy whispered, "I didn't mean to make you fight your mom..."
"She'll live," Vince rolled his eyes, pushing the wet hair away from her face, "how are you? Can we move to the bedroom?"
"Dizzy," she answered him honestly, shuddering from cold, "freezing."
"Figures," Vince snorted and Wendy could hear the wind howling outside, probably it had started to snow again, "and your stomach?"
"Still feels really sick," she admitted, "but empty."
"I'm gonna count that as a win," Vince's shoulders dropped and she could clearly see how worried he was, the deep concern lines all over his face, "I'm gonna get you up, okay?"
Very slowly they made their track back to his room and Vince promptly sprung into action as soon as Wendy was sitting on his bed. He grabbed a matching set of his old hoodies in the wardrobe, instead of the suitcase, and crouched down before her.
"What... Why....?" Wendy frowned, confused and trying to understand what he was doing through the brain fog caused by the fever, the headache and the nausea. Vin tapped her knee lightly, sliding his large pants over her legs.
"It's warmer than your stuff," he explained, "and won't squeeze your tummy. Besides, if you end up being sick on it, it's no big deal, these are super old and don't fit me anymore."
"Uhm..." Wendy felt boneless as he removed the bathrobe and slide the hoodie over her head, "can you cuddle me...? I don't want you to get this, but I-"
"Honey," Vince chuckled slightly, pressing a kiss on the corner of her mouth, then over her lips, "we're so past that, don't worry about it. Besides, I never get sick."
"That's a lie," Wendy scoffed, but she couldn't fight the warm sensation that spread all over her as Vince pushed her against the pillows and tugged on the blankets so it was draped over her.
"Just let me change," he whispered, the moved around again. Wendy was too tired to follow him with her eyes, she felt weak and still disgusting, so instead she closed her eyes and hoped Vince would be back soon enough.
She woke up with the bed moving. Now she was warm, for the first time in hours, so warm she was sweating. Wendy could tell she was lying against Vince, because while his tummy was soft, it was much sturdier than the pillow that had been under her head previously. His fingers were running through her hair and he was speaking in a soft voice.
Too soft.
"You can't be here, bambi, you'll get sick too," he was whispering and Wendy forced her eyes open, noticing Livia was sitting on the foot of the bed, looking terribly worried. She was clad in a footie pajama, holding a stuffed bear to her lap, her little hand tracing over Wendy's.
"I don't care," Liv pouted, "is Wendy dying?"
"No," Vince scoffed, stroking Wendy's cheek, still unaware she was awake, "it's just a tummy bug, she'll be fine in a couple of days."
"Are you sure?" Liv squinted at him, then studied Wendy's face. Wen was thankful for the dark room, she wasn't ready to be awake just yet.
"Yes, Liv," Vince smiled, then moved slightly on the bed, so he could slide out from under Wen, "c'mon, let's go to bed, okay?"
He picked up Livia and she whined, but threw her arms around his neck, complaining as he carried her out of the room.
Once more alone, Wendy rolled on the bed, so she was flat on her back. Her muscles were all aching and her belly specifically was hurting, as if she had done a bunch of crunches, as well as if it was still stuffed with food, which she knew it wasn't.
She pushed herself up against the pillows, letting out a sigh of relief as she realized Vince had left the thermos and a bottle of water sitting on the bedside table, as well as there was a trashcan on the ground, within her reach.
Wendy took a tentative gulp of water and when that didn't immediately upset her belly, she took a larger one. It sat like a brick in her belly and she still felt terribly queasy, but at least it didn't immediately want out.
"Hey," Vince whispered, entering the room again, "you're awake."
"Just barely," Wendy smiled, kicking the blankets so he could join her. Vince didn't come cuddle her, instead he grabbed a thermometer sitting right next to the water bottle and handed it to her.
"Just for my peace of mind," Vince said, planting a hand on her forehead, "but you're not that warm anymore, I think it broke while you slept."
"Uhm," Wendy leaned on his touch, "is your mom pissed at me....?"
"Pissed at you? She was so worried she was considering calling 911, doll, she is not pissed at you. She made dad go to the store, did you know they sell gatorade in six packs?"
Wendy's cheeks caught on fire, "oh no... I really didn't mean to-"
"Wen," Vince rolled his eyes, pushing her mouth shut so the thermometer could get a good reading, "we all love you, you're not a bother. We're just worried."
"Uhm," Wendy sighed, waiting until the little device beeped. A low grade fever, but not that high. Vince's shoulders dropped in visible relief and he leaned forward, his forehead meeting her lap.
"You worried the shit out of me, Wendy."
"I'm so-"
"No, stop, stop," he glared at her, pushing her back against the pillows, "stop apologizing, okay? Just let me take care of you."
"You really shouldn't have to, it's Christmas..."
"You don't even celebrate Christmas," he chuckled, kissing her cheek and then moving on the bed, kicking off hsi flip flops so he could get closer to her, "can I rub your belly?"
Wendy's cheeks caught on fire and she awkwardly bit her lip, unsure if she wanted him to touch it or not. The idea of a soothing belly rub sounded amazing, but she still felt so gross and so... So disgusting. She didn't want Vin to come to this realization too...
"You think too much," he whispered, pushing her hoodie up slightly. His hands were really warm and he rubbed them together before planting them on Wendy's bloated, upset tummy.
The organ let out a growl and Wendy pressed her hands to her face, her cheeks aflame, but still she didn't push him back and Vince kept at it. He rubbed it in steady, slow circles and caused her to let out a little burp.
Vin glanced up, worried, but Wendy only shook her head as if to say she was fine. He smiled, then leaned in and planted a kiss on her belly, "I'm glad you're feeling better."
"Not that much better," Wendy said, her heart stuttering as she felt him plant a bunch of little, fluttery kisses all over her tummy. Vince chuckled, his laugh vibrating against her skin.
"No? How can I help?"
Wendy pressed her knuckles to her mouth, biting down a delighted smile at his teasing tone, "don't stop."
"Not planning on it, honey."
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Dine and dash!
Pairings ; Portgas D. Ace × fem!reader
Request from @luvfzw : heyy can i request a female reader and any one piece char of your choice with a platonic partners in crime trope? (With a smidge of romance if you want)
(thank you for the request! And my night is going great, ty for asking as well!)
Type, fluff and platonic, partners in crime trope
Warnings, cursing (both in dialogue and in the actual story) and thats about it, y/n is used 2-3 times
Likes and reblogs are very appreciated!
alr so ik the main storyline is dine and dashing, but ive never actually dine and dashed.. so uhm, i'll just work with what i think is how it works! Im really sorry if i got it wrong, feel free to send over an ask or a message if i did anything wrong and i'll fix it!
You and Ace were what some people would call partners in crime. Did that mean you guys committed crimes together a lot? Yea of course, you were his best friend after all. You and Ace had each other's back unconditionally, and everyone could tell. You both were always together, honestly knowing he knew your weaknesses better than you did your own, and vice versa. Both of you also seemed to be in sync, so much so that it was worrying. You both always knew what the other wanted when together, which meant you mostly knew what the other felt most of the time, and this included whenever you both felt hungry. Which led you to today.
You and Ace walked around an island that the ship decided to stay in for a day and a night, just to resupply some necessities, take a break, the usual. And you and Ace took this time to wander around the island's city, turns out this island was quite well-of and sort of large, a few shopping districts, good housing, very nice restaurants, an actually nice hospital, and good-looking hotels. Walking all over the city had both of you hungry after a few hours, so both of you started looking for restaurants to eat in.
Both of you agreed not to go for too much of a fancy restaurant, but not too bad of a restaurant either, you wanted good food after all. The pair of you chose a restaurant that was kind of crowded, and thankfully it wasn't those kinds of restaurants where you needed reservations and all that. You both found a table and after ordering, you both didn't wait too long before getting your food served.
You were both seated at a table not too far from the exit, but not the most easily noticeable or seen by the staff. You contentedly watched Ace as he was satisfying his near bottomless stomach while you also ate to your heart's content. The two of you conversing about stupid stuff, and also more silently, talking about how you're gonna get the fuck out of there without paying this time. This wasn't your first time committing these kind of not so harmless shenanigans with him.
The food was good in your opinion, but you both made sure not to spend too long there and when you both finished up, you got up, and left, after telling Ace to come in a few minutes, which he did not listen to. "Ace what the hell!" You whisper-shouted with no serious anger laced in your voice as you watched him exit out of the diner's doors just a minute after you left.
"Why'd you leave so soon!" You whined, bickering with him with a slight teasing manner. He looked at you while smiling with his usual grin, before replying with, "well, because i know I wouldn't get caught!" His response got him an obvious facade of being offended, "I? You deadass think only you wouldn't get caught?" You remarked, with a fake scoff leaving your mouth right after.
His grin grew larger at your scoff, before he quickly answered with, "Yea well I don't think you would get caught but I'm ju—" "just better than me?" You interrupt him, with a knowing smile on your face, before he looks straight in your eyes, "yea. i'm better than you." You look at him and his eyes as he says that, before deciding to turn away frohe freckled man, and you started distancing yourself and walking away from the restaurant and Ace, with him quickly trying to catch up, "hey! y/n! you know i was only joking!"
After he says that, you stop walking and say, "Yea yea i know! But—" the last part of your sentence, you purposefully pause and whispered. Before continuing it with a, "Last one to the ship actually has to pay for the next restaurant visit we go to!" You exclaim with a joyful grin before taking off, running back to where you came from. Ace takes a moment to register what you said, and why you're running off, and what'll happen if he loses. And once he does take it in, his eyes quickly widen before he takes off after you.
"y/n! This is unfair! You got a headstart!" Ace complained, running after you as he quickly tries catching up, the two of you running back to the ship. Eventually, you run out of stamina and start to tiredly walk, Ace not as run down on stamina as you are. "Alright alright Ace! We're done with the race—" you mutter while out of breath, the both of you were close to the ship anyway.
He slows down to match your pace, letting you regain your breath and you both approach the ship, "well, looks like i win!" Ace exclaimed cockily, "yea yea whatever." You replied in frustration at having to pay for the next meal, especially with his bottomless stomach.
"Don't worry about paying for the next meal, i'd rather not pay at all" he assured, "but.. you and me, we go out and steal for a hefty load of berry the next stop we have, alright?" He declared, and to which you gladly accepted. It's free money, and you get to commit crimes with Ace, win win for you all the way!
Alright so sorry this is kinda trash, first one shot i really finished that i'm actually gonna post! I dont know how dine and dash works so i also apologize for that, and im also sorry if you wanted something more intense in the sense of partners in crime! I'm really sorry if you wanted something like robbery or something like that, my brain just couldn't figure a storyline for anything other than this. Please let me know if its to your liking!
#ace x reader#portgas d ace#portgas ace x reader#one piece x reader#one piece imagine#one piece#ace x you#portgas ace x you#one piece x you#op x you#one piece fluff#op x reader#one piece oneshots#kyokikia#platonic#platonic x reader
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From the start.
Pairing: Austin Butler x reader
Summary: Austin was excited to go to the Oscars and possibly win a reward still a part of him felt saddened by Lisa Marie's absence, sure Kaia there helped but when he saw you, it was like an angel sent by Lisa found him and he promises himself he wouldn't let you slip away, and he doesn't care who he has to hurt to get you.
Warnings: mention of Lisa Marie's death, Kidnapping, Friends to lovers? Housewife kink, Toy Dildo, Vaginal Plug, Creampies, Fingering, Oral (Fem & Male), Dirty talk, Double penetration, Stockholm syndrome, Infidelity, Starvation, Knife kink, Yandere/Dark Austin, Forced Marriage, Pillow talk, Mention of murder, Filming, Spiked drink.
A/n: this was requested by @presleybbg and her beautiful ideas.
All that Austin could remember was how much pain he was in, he felt like it was too soon to pretend everything was fine like he wasn't mourning. Lisa was like a second mother to him and like his real mother, she was gone too soon. He was getting ready for the Oscars, fixing his bow tie in the mirror and running his fingers through his hair "You sure you don't want me to come?" Kaia spoke up after watching him for a second, her voice filled with a little worried "I have to do this alone." he replied, "I got to go, see you soon." He kisses his girlfriend before leaving, he wanted to just get this over with.
After running the red carpet, he began the search for his seat. He sighed, walking around the small area where his seat would be but he was starting to think the person who told him where it was supposed to be was simply right, 'great' he groaned about to make his way back when a voice stopped.
He looked over his shoulder and his heart skipped a beat or two.
A woman waved eagerly to him with a smile "Over here!" she called and Austin follow her voice like a lost puppy "T-Thank you" he stuttered as he now stood in front of her "Your welcome." you smiled and walked past him just a little before he stopped you "let me thank you more? How bout some coffee or something?" he asked, pulling his hands in his pockets, trying to seem put together though everything wasn't, you looked him up and down, it wouldn't be bad right? And to be honest, it would be cool to have a rising new star as a friend "Okay, I'd like that Mr. Butler." you answered reaching your hand out for his phone "Here let me put my number in." Almost without absolute hesitation, he gave you his phone and you typed your number into his contacts "I'll see you around" you smiled "Good luck!" you called before disappearing into the crowd. All feelings of warmth are gone with you and the coldness that was there before returning, Austin still had a smile on, one that looked so real, he wasn't an amazing actor for nothing after all, the night proved to be long and fruitless. Sure Austin was happy for his fellow actor, but the only good thing that happened was he met his true soulmate, he eat with his girlfriend and her family that night, texting you under the table if you wanted to meet up tomorrow, smile growing bigger once you said yes.
Shortly after that coffee 'date' you and Austin became friends fast, dodging paparazzi like the Matrix, tonight you were gonna visit one of your favorite nightclubs, you weren't much of a party girl but it was fun to let loose, and besides Austin has been quite busy, he deserved a break. You decided on a thigh-length dress, the top of the dress was off-shoulder and a sequin silver, the skirt was a plain black, almost leather-looking material and you paired it off with sliver-colored heels with red bottoms, you did some light makeup and went in your way. The club bosted music, flashing lights, and grinding, sweaty bodies took up the space, your eyes searched for Austin, once your glaze glanced at the bar, there he was, shooting down what seems to be whisky, he leaned against said bar, he a green almost see through blouse that was unbuttoned down to the third button showing off his firm chest and a little of his torso, the shirt tucked in black jeans addressed his slim waist, rings and a sliver chain jeweled his body, to finish his look was dark green leather boots that looked more black in the light of the darkroom. As you checked out the handsome man, your tongue licked your lips without realizing it, and thoughts of how he would sound moaning, telling how good your lips felt around his cock stopped as his eyes looked up and met yours with a smile. He waved you over and turned to the bartender, holding two fingers to him before he looked back at you.
"Precious." he greeted, when you finally reached him, his raspy, deep voice granted your ears, and heat built up in your core from his little nickname for you. "Hey Aus, how are you this night?" you asked and sat on the stool beside him, grabbing the shot the bartender put in front of you, Austin looked away from your question before looking back at you with a sad haze, a frown on his enticing lips "Kaia and i..broke up." your eyes widen, you thought things were going good between the two "I'm sorry to hear that.." your heart ached for him "It's fine." he downed the shot of whisky, watching the people dancing showing off his capturing side profile. You didn't know if the alcohol in your system give you so much courage but you gently moved his head and kissed his plump lips, he didn't hesitate to lick your lips for access to your mouth, you did, and his tongue explored your mouth, battling your tongue with fervor. You pulled away and gripped his hand, rushing to the lady's restroom where you resumed the heated make out, your hands fumbled to unbuckle his belt, and once you slid it out of the hoops of his jeans, you hooked your fingers into his pants and underwear before dropping to your knees bring them down with you. His cock bounced against his stomach, it stood proud, long, and thick, the slit wept pre-cum so much it dripped on the tiles of the clean-smelling restroom, your lips engulfed his head, tongue swirling around the slit, tasting the not-so-bitter salt of his pre-come causing a delicious inhale from the man above, your month took inch upon inch until his member rested in your throat, your eyelashes flatter as you look into his blue orbs through them "Fucking damn!" he growled, his hands took hold of your head, he begins to thrust in and out of your throat, using it as his cocksleeve, fucking it like he would your slopping wet cunt, drool poured out your mouth, covering the base of his dick and his balls "Dirty girl, making such a mess on my cock." he grunted, your already wet underwear dripped your slick.
"Gonna cum, and you're gonna swallow isn't that right?" his voice deepened and looked down at you with a smirk. You nodded, moaning around his dick, body squirming in want and excitement, he cursed, head thrown back, his thrust quickened and with a deep groan, pushing his whole member back down your throat, pumping load after load, forcing you to swallow everything, You pulled back, breath heavy, and your saliva smeared across your chin "Let's get you cleaned up." Austin spoke softly as he helped you up, your knees shook for a bit before regaining their previous strength, he cleaned you up and bought you back to the party. Austin held onto your stumbling self to the door of your apartment, your keys already in his hand inserting them into the door knob but to his bewildered, the door shot open, and a man with 2000 hair, a band T-shirt, jeans, and a grey beanie. "Hey, you're Austin Bulter! I didn't believe my baby guess I was wrong, here let me help." the man's voice sounded like a teenager's voice but he was obviously 20 years old but was simply stuck in the 2000 style, "I'm Nathan by the way" 'Nathen' smiled and took you from Austin's arms, and lead you to the couch, Austin's nose wrinkled from the strong smell of weed on Nathen's breath and the room. Who was this man? Was he your boyfriend? This lame ass- bitch- ugly looking piece of shit was your boyfriend? No. No. He couldn't be. Austin held back a snarl as Nathen leaned down and kissed you this would do. Austin said a quick goodbye and derived home with white knuckles, he broke up with Kaia for you, and he didn't regret it of course, he spend the rest of the night thinking of what to do, getting no sleep. It was a few days when came up with a plan, it was wrong but he needed you, and you belonged to him you just don't know it yet, Austin slides into the open window, clad in black from head to toe, a backpack over his left shoulder, he looked back to the windows, oh precious girl didn't you know how dangerous that is? But don't worry it will change, he take good care of you and keep you safe.
Austin kneed down on your side of the bed you and your dick of a boyfriend slept in, he took a needle out of a safe plastic small bag, a fast-sleeping drug filled the glass medical needle, he gently pricked the side of your neck and pushed the drug into your veins.
"What the fuck!" Nathan screeched Austin simply looked at him with a smirk that spoke of danger.
Austin grunted as he carried you to his car, lay in his back seat, and then sat in the driver's seat he sighed, glancing at your sleeping form, he didn't want to get rid of your poor excuse ex-boyfriend, oh well it no use to get upset about spill blood. It took two-three months and a lot of patience, for you to fall for him, and five weeks to get you to trust him, he kept you well-fed, of course eating the food and drinking the water to show that it was okay, untampered with, after that was smooth sailing. Austin walked through the door of the house he shared with his love, the smell of clean products flowing around the enclosed air, leaving his shoes on the shoe rack, he followed the scent into the kitchen, and his cock stirred to life as he leaned against the kitchen's open door frame, you were simply wiping the stove down with an apron on, still lustful desires flow within him, just by you doing wife like duties, he had already made you his wife, with a friend's help you were married on a certificate, yet to have a wedding, he'll make that happen when the time was right. You had yelled and screamed at him once he revealed that certain knowledge to you, now though you were happy to be his wife. His fetching blue orbs stayed on your form like a man stoned by one of Medusa's glances, quietly he set the bag he brought on the island and walked behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, his white Tank top from his recent photo shoot against your back "Why, Hello there precious." Austin smiled untieing your apron," I missed you." you spoke softly, turning around in his arms and allowing him to completely take off your favorite apron "I missed you too." he gently pecked your lips "I bought something we can have fun with, wouldn't you like that?" he said backing away and showcase the black plastic bag that read Spencer's on the front, you looked from the bag to your husband, if your core wasn't burning a scorching desire it was now, Austin's eyes were like a raging storm out in the open ocean with want, a mischievous smirk tugged at his lip, a hard bulge strained against its jeaned cage, you felt your cheeks grow heated as you nodded eye trained on the black baggie. Austin turned around and laid the items on the wooden island, "Come here baby." he called you over, stepping aside.
Your breath stopped, there sat a dildo that was roughly the size of your husband's length in the colors of glittery pastel blue, pink, and green with a pattern of tie-dye, beside it was a vaginal Plug the base color was black and was covered in royal purple paint splashes, the end was jeweled with amethyst and lastly, lube. Your pussy clenched around nothing thoughts of just what Austin could have in mind made your underwear soaked. "Undress precious. Slowly" Austin ordered, voice deeper with wanton dominance, resting his forearm on the wooden surface, your heart beat faster and you shredded each piece of clothing, pants, panties, shirt, and then bra all while trailing your hands on your body, the last article of your clothes dropped to the floor, and your lips locked together, his fingers squeezed your throat, enough to make you breathless and his rings cooled your feverish skin, your tongues swirled and licked crudely, the burning sensation lack of air pulled you both away, you look at each other, lidded eyes and panting. Austin took this time to truly appreciate your body "So goddamn beautiful." he breathed, helping you onto the kitchen countertop behind you, his lips latched on your neck as two of his fingers enters and pumps into your cunt roughly, his thumb rubbing at your clit with vulgar, a loud moan punched out of you as he began to scissor your pussy, stretching you open.
The edge of absolute paradise was ripped away, and you whimpered looking to Austin with betrayal "Patience." he chuckled, grabbing the lube and the over the top of the dildo "Open." he rested the rubber cockhead on your lips, slowly you part your lips and the toy, slides into your wet, hot maw, the rubber tasted like artificial strawberry, your eyes flattered close, the weight of the dildo was alike to your husband. You bobbed and sucked on it like it was, muffed moans and sounds of Austin's fingers fucking your weeping cunny "You like this baby? Sucking on a fake dick while I bring you to heaven and back?" Austin spoke in a trance as he watched you blow the toy like his first blowjob from you, you nodded sucking harder, your hips buck and your legs shook as your climax busted out. Austin gently pulled the colorful toy out then poured a generous amount of lube on it and his own "Ready?" he asked as he moved you to the cold tiled floor "I'm ready." you assured breathlessly, he rushed to push his jean, underwear completely and ripped his tank top off throwing somewhere to be picked up, you tried to relax as the toy dick was slowly pushed in, and Austin thrusted a back arching thrust, every inch of him was inside, his balls rest on the curve of your ass. The stretch was a sting burn, once your tense body relaxed, pangs of blissed-out pleasure shot throughout your body, and you felt so full! "Go." you smile as you saw the conflict on his face, "Yess." he hissed as he plowed into your cunt, each thrust forced the toy to box against your cervix, his balls wet from the lube and your juices, a wet smacking noise mixed with your loud moans, whines and Austins grunts, moans, and growls.
Your body jerked up, causing Austin's cock and the fake dick to come out little by little, Austin growled in frustration and slide you back to him, throwing your legs over his shoulders and holding down your thighs, resting them on his torso. He resumed pounding, your eyes rolled back, it was all too much the fast strokes of your husband's member up against the roof of your pussy while the dildo mini-strokes the bottom, his cum heavy balls spanking your ass no doubt leaving bruises from his hard treatment. Your legs began to shake, your back arching off the floor and your pussy gushing out your release Austin followed a little later, both of you gasped and panted for air, bodies covered in sweat, exhaustion heavy in the bones, you were on the edge of passing out when both lengths was pulled out, your eyes shot open and a whimper left your pouting lips "Sensitive." you muttered "I know precious, I just got to put this in you and I'll run us a bath." Austin chuckled as he gently put the plug in "Gonna need a wheelchair." you replied, his laugh was all you heard before you submitted to unconsciousness.
A week has passed since Austin had gone to another state to film, this was the first time he's been away for so long. The life before you had met him stuck in your mind like a core memory, being able to just go out to shop for simple things like grocery shopping and necessities, go to the park, and eat out, to feel the wind around you and the sun on your skin without asking for permission and being denied. You loved him, truly but the want, the desire become too much, and he would be gone for another week, so you packed a bag and some money and wrote a last goodbye note before escaping into the night. You couldn't go back home, despite the kidnapped you it would break your heart if he was arrested so you moved to another state away from California, far away. You got back on your feet, tried and failed to date no matter who you were with they weren't Austin, there was one time a man, a nice man fucked into you, he felt good but not like him, it didn't help that in the middle you moaned Austin's name, loudly. You decided that you were gonna go to a club, and you sat watching the crowd have the time of their life while the bartender made your order drink, your heart sped up for a second a split second you thought you saw Austin but when you glanced back he was gone, you shake your head and took a gulp of your drink before rushing to the restroom. You were listing your mind, he couldn't have found you this quick! It's only been three weeks, your classed the marble sink and looked up in the mirror, suddenly everything looked blurry and your head felt light, the last thing you heard was ladies' restroom door opening and footsteps then it went black.
You groaned as you came too, your head still felt fuzzy but not too much "Wakey, wakey precious." A familiar voice taunted venom laced, your eyes quickly opened "Austin." you muttered softly, Austin looked as good as he always had, though the closer you looked at him, he slightly had bags under his eyes, likely from searching for you "You know I thought everything was okay, I was happy, you were happy—well seemed to be." he hissed, his cold blues glared at you "I loved you. Did you even love me?" he asked, he started strong but at the end, his voice weakened "Of course I do!!" you reassured frantically, what have you done? "IF YOU DID YOU WOULDN'T HAVE RUN AWAY!!!" he screamed angrily, causing you to flinch, Austin sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, he got up and looked at you one last time before going. For two days you have been in the basement, without food or water, and yet you come to hate him, you missed more not that he was so close, you want to be in his arms, why did you leave? You had everything you could want, you perked out as you heard footsteps not before long Austin stood in front of you "Get up." he ordered, and you quickly obeyed "Fellow me." you followed him with your head down, was he gonna throw you? Was he done with you? Your heart ached at these thoughts, once you stepped out of the basement, the mouth-watering smell of food entered your nose "Go eat, I get you new clothes and run you a bath." he spoke, and in no time, you sat in down in the dining room and scarfed all the dish, drink all the water, you smiled, stomach full "it's ready" Austin said after finishing what he said he would do.
The warm water relaxed your tense muscles and the feeling of being completely clean, made you sigh with blissfulness, the clothes smell like roses and were soft against your skin, you were happy, and things almost seemed back to normal, almost.
Austin sat up against the backboard of the queen-sized mattress, his eyes boring into you, his phone and a knife on his bedside table "Strip and come here precious." he commanded, grabbing his phone, looking for something on it, you striped and hesitantly crawled on the bed stopping in front of him, slick already producing between your folds from the sheer dominance that radiant off your husband. He got off the bed and laid the phone beside the kitchen blade, he unbuckled his black belt, pushing his black jeans past his knees "Here's what's gonna happen, you are going to take what I give you and you're gonna like it, understand?" he pushed you to lay on the spot he was previously occupied, spread your legs and got in between them, his heavy member rest against your lips and clit "Answer." "Yes. I understand." Austin let out a pleased hum before grabbing his phone again and sliding right home inside of you, the stretch burned in the right way "Say hi to the camera." your eyes widen as his phone camera record your face and then shooting where you were one, he began to pound into you without remorse, his pubic bone smacked into your poor clit, the camera zoomed in recording, your cunt clenching hard on his cock almost slowing him down, growls and sexy huffs leave Austin no doubt enjoy your pussy, he fucked you as he missed it, the phone was suddenly was throw it to the side before grabbing the knife and held it to your neck, each jolt from his thrusting threatened to cut you, the feeling of the fear and danger of having such a dangerous woman that could hurt possibly end you filled you with excitement like a drug "Dose this turn my little wife on?" Austin chuckled darkly, moving the knife to your cheek, cutting a small line, a sharp hiss left you "Y-yes, so much!" you admitted, bucking your hips against his hips, Austin muttered a soft fuck and plowed you into the bed, pushing you both to the edge of pure paradise and bliss. You screamed as Austin stabbed the knife in the pillow beside your head, forcing an intense climax, Austin groaned as he pumped his cum into your weeping pussy.
"You. Are. Mine. Next, you try to leave I won't so nice." Austin pulled out of you and slammed the door on his way out, leaving you to your thoughts, his cum leaking out and the knife standing straight in the pillow. You sighed and closed your eyes, it would take some time for him to forgive you but you loved him, you need to show him that.
You sat up and walked through the door, planning on what would be done.
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Suffocating
Wolfwood x GN!Reader
Synopsis: you've been pushing everyone away, wolfwood tries to get to the bottom of it
Warnings: 1.4k words, hurt/comfort, alludes to s3lf harm and su!cidal thoughts, self deprecation, etc
A/N: again, i don't write wolfwood so i'm sorry if he sounds off ╥﹏╥ wrote it for a friend and wanted to try something new
pic credit to @sexiestwizard on twt <3
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Quiet.
It was too damn quiet.
Wolfwood took a long drag of his cigarette, breathing out the smoke in a deep sigh. It wasn't like you were the loudest person in the world, but to say your prolonged silence for the past few days wasn't concerning would be a lie.
If he were a less observant person, then maybe the slight hiccups in your voice as you pushed away everyone's concerns would've gone unnoticed. The way you'd quietly excuse yourself from dinnertime like you couldn't stand to be there a second more probably would've been forgotten just the way you wanted.
"Fuck," he let out another sigh as he stubbed the drag out on the table, rising from his seat with a low grumble. Wolfwood dismissed Vash's query with a wave of his hand, excusing himself from the table where the blond, Milly, and Meryl were sitting. There was no point in eating if you were gone again.
He made his way to your hotel room, quietly rapping on the door with a frown on his face. "Open up, would ya? The hell's going on with you?"
"'m fine."
Your answer was curt and muffled from behind the wood, and Wolfwood felt his eye twitch at the lack of emotion. He jiggled the door handle, his patience waning as irritation crawled down his spine. "Cut the crap, anyone with half a brain could see you're not. Now are you gonna open the door, or should I blow it off its hinges?"
A few seconds passed before he heard the sound of feet shuffling to the entrance and the lock clicking, your face appearing in the crack of the opened door. He tilted his head at you, before you huffed, stepping aside to let him into the room.
His eyes blinked to readjust to the dim lighting before fixing on you. You were sat on the bed again, looking away from him like you couldn't stand to meet his eyes. There was a heavy silence, the weight of the tension threatening to bring him to his knees.
You looked so... sad wasn't the right word. It wouldn't accurately describe the pain that was radiating from you: posture slumped, gaze downcast.
Defeated. That was it.
Wolfwood shut the door behind him, crossing the room to sit beside you. He didn't speak, letting the silence fester between the two of you. Part of it was because he was trying to figure out the right words to say, the perfect sentence to help you let your guard down. He was the worst person to be doing this though, Needle noggin' would've been better. Wolfwood had always been horrible with words, not like he ever needed them. In his world, there was no use for them, all his enemies had a bullet through their head before they could even open their mouths.
Anything he said would probably be taken the wrong way, which would defeat the point of him coming. So, without a word, he opened his arms, inviting you to lay in his embrace. If you wanted.
You stared at him, your eyes flickering back and forth from his gaze to his arms. Your expression was blank, which had his palms sweating a bit. The way you seemed to look right through him, trying to see if he'd crack under your scrutinizing stare. For a second, he cursed himself, thinking he was right to be hesitant; he wasn't built to comfort people, he was made to kill. What the hell was he thinking?
But then, with the quietest of breaths, you shifted your weight to lean into him. Surprised but trying not to show it, he closed his arms around you, a bit awkwardly at first. The weight of you, burdens and all felt a bit heavy, but he didn't mind. In fact, it felt incredibly right.
It was unfamiliar, very unfamiliar... to be holding someone like this. Wolfwood couldn't remember the last time he had, and maybe that's what made this all the more difficult for him. He was unsure of the right way to clutch at you, if he should stroke your hair or not. Would you even want that? What should he say? Was there any point for words at the moment?
Minutes slipped by, maybe even hours. He eventually decided that there was no reason for him to break the silence with meaningless words. He knew more than anyone that the burdens one could carry would be said if needed. So he kept quiet, feeling your breathing even out against him as you settled more into his embrace.
Then, ever so quietly, you murmured. "I'm sorry."
"You don't gotta be."
He felt your body tremble as your voice cracked in turn. "But I am. I made you worry. You had to come up to comfort me, when I don't even deserve it."
The grip of his embrace tightened ever so slightly, trying to assure you that he wasn't going anywhere. "It's not a matter of whether you deserve it. Everyone has their moments, you're not an exception."
You pulled back from him, and he saw your eyes glistening with barely held-back tears. Your face was stricken with absolute distraught like you despised yourself for all of this. The fact that you had made your pain so obvious to the point where probably everyone had noticed. You hated it, you hated it so much. It would've been easier to just let yourself wallow in the sadness, now you had to go through the exhausting motions of explaining yourself to someone who would never understand. "It's not that simple. It has never been that simple."
You looked at your hands, shaking with unbridled rage. But not at him. Never at him. Always at yourself. If you had just kept it together a little bit more, you wouldn't have had to deal with this. What were you even crying for anyway? It all seemed so trivial, and maybe it was. Your throat closed up as you tried to calm your breathing, to no avail. You felt the stream of wetness travel down your cheeks, swiping at them to try and pretend it wasn't even happening.
Your eyes shut tightly, balled fists coming to rest in your lap as you tried to push out the world. "Why won't you let me apologize? Don't you see? I'm a bother, I always have been. Just because you don't see it now doesn't mean you won't later," Dark thoughts started to cloud your mind as you felt your body slump, and strong arms came to pull you back into their embrace. It should've made you feel better, but it didn't. It was just a reminder of how weak you were. "No one notices me, and that's for the best. I'll always be lost in the crowd, where no one will be able to hear me scream for help. I just wish you'd let me drown. It would've been easier for both of us if you had."
Wolfwood took your cheek in his hand, pulling your gaze back to him. He tried softening his eyes, hoping that'd help quell some of your anger. "I'm not good at this, you and I both know that. But I'm willing to try, for you. All I'm asking is you let me." You eased into his touch, and he smiled, admiring the softness of your skin against his calloused palm. It was a gentleness he didn't deserve, but maybe that's what you thought of yourself too. Someone who thought themselves too unlovable to deserve anything, when he was right here. He always had been.
"Listen," His voice got firmer, trying to convince you of his conviction whilst helping him not back out due to his own fear of messing things up. "I'm not asking you to believe me, hell I'm not even asking for you to feel better right now. I just want you to know that I'm not leaving. You can push me aside all you want, but I'm staying." He felt his heart ache as you searched his eyes for any sign of lying, but there was none to find. You didn't believe him, as he expected. But that was fine. As long as you understood the finality of his words.
He held you tighter, a hand eventually coming up to stroke your cheek as the two of you sat in silence once more. He was the worst at words, but maybe that wasn't what you needed. Nicholas D. Wolfwood was nothing if not a tortured soul, and whatever you were going through, he'd deal with it as well. For a reason he didn't know, and that was alright for the moment.
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oh i'm looking for affection.
pairing: qian kun x reader
length: 1.07k words
synopsis: kun is just hopelessly in love with you.
tags: alternative universe, one-sided pining au, road trip, friend!kun, implied rejection, one-sided attraction, fluff
warnings: none.
the sound of the car engine is now blowing up kun's ears, completely remembering that he was at the backseat while ten was at the front, driving his car.
of course, he recalled losing in a bet with ten that resulted in lending his car to ten for the rest of the week. he wasn't afraid because of the thought of ten crashing his car, ten knew the consequences after all.
for ten's last day of borrowing kun's one and only car, he suggested that kun should come to the road trip together with their other friends. kun asked if you were coming the night before the day of the plan as you responded happily during your call with him.
on the day of the road trip, everybody packed their essentials and valuable stuff in their bags as kun placed each of the heavy objects inside the truck, keeping it neat and tidy. you and yangyang were obviously inside the car, playing with your phones to buy time while kun talked to ten outside, setting up the map and destination of the place you were all going.
kun sneaked a good amount of glances towards your direction through the tinted windows of the car, silently watching you scrolling through your phone feeling bored. then his eyes fixed back at ten, who kind of knew what was going on.
“oh? am i smelling love in the air?” a hint of tease displayed in his voice while he tried nudging the older’s elbow. kun was used to this, and he wasn't gonna show reaction and give in.
“i have no idea what you're talking about.”
“oh, come on.” he dramatically sighed, tired of kun trying to act like nothing's going on. ten could read him like an open book and there was no way he could escape him when he knew something.
eventually, both of them get inside the car. since yangyang was in the passenger's seat, he had no choice but to walk around and get in the backseat with you. it got a bit awkward when he was finally seated next to you, so he tried to lift up the mood, waving at you.
“hey.”
“you’re here!” you beamed, taking one of your earphones off.
kun was taken aback when you reached the other piece of the earphones to him, he was about to reject the offer but the bud was already in his ear as the sound of classical music burst into his ear.
kun knew that you knew about his love for classical music, remembering back in the day where he played a lot of pieces on the piano for his performance at some event during his time in university. but he loved playing tchaikovsky's swan lake to you when you were alone together, and that made you love classical music more.
“it's gonna be a long ride,” ten broke the silence before the engine of the car started. “so you might need to sleep for a while, me and kun will be looking out for possible stops for us to eat, ‘kay?”
“aye aye!”
the sky was soon painted into a gradient of blue-orange while the gleaming sun set into the horizon. kun couldn’t seem to sleep after taking a short nap, and he had been helping ten at their directions to get to a nearby stop where they could fill their stomachs.
just as he was about to lean forward to take the phone in his hands to check the GPS, he was halted by a thud and a heavy weight on his shoulder. turning his head to the side, he found your sleeping figure leaning on him.
in the rearview, he could see the smirk of ten, following the sound of the never-ending teasing. kun tried his best to ignore him and his dumb words, but the words seemed to weigh over his mind. it's been a long time since he had feelings for you and he could still recall the night he took you to the rooftop of his apartment to look up at the stars.
he recalled that night when he expressed his fondness over you. although you didn’t give him the answer he expected, he never stopped being friends with you. usually friendships last when one gets rejected by the other. to kun, it was dumb and stupid if he would be immature about the rejection, so he didn’t try to distance himself away from you.
kun was still that caring friend whenever you got to be with him.
he looked at you with that same fondness in his eyes as you leaned more, thinking that he was a pillow. “after all these years, you’re still in love with the same person.” ten broke the silence again. his words were more of a whisper to prevent disrupting you and yangyang’s sleep.
“i can’t help it, how could i not like such a lovely and wonderful person?” kun admitted, his hands ghostly extending over yours, then immediately retracted.
when they realized that it was already dark and they could see a nearby stop to get down to, ten finally pulled over to slowly park the car along with the other parked cars. “wake up everyone, we’re here to stop by and eat dinner.” ten loudly began, his fingers reaching over to yangyang as he shook him by the shoulder.
kun on the other hand, does his best in waking you up with his soft grip around your hands, gently shaking it. “hey, sleepyhead.”
his voice filled your ears while you tried fluttering your eyes open. when you realized that you were inches away from his face from all the leaning, you shifted in your seat to fix your position. “oh god, i’m so sorry. was i squishing you?” only a laugh left kun’s lips before shaking his head. “no, but i think you mistook me for a pillow when you were sleeping.”
he could already see hues of red and pink emerging from your cheeks, burning up at the words. your flushed face made him smile even more, “did i drool?”
“don’t worry, you didn’t.” rest assured, a sigh left your lips in relief.
“we stopped by to eat, you coming?” kun added, moving to the side to open the door of the car. he looked back, waiting for you before you set a smile on your face, moving towards him. “yeah, i'm coming.”
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Marooned: Chapter 19
Kid x FemReader x Killer
Warnings: None
Ta-ta For Now
"No. I don't think I will." Your steely glare met his fiery one as you walked up to the bars and leaned on them.
Kid stalked up to tower over you from the other side. "And why not?!"
"What's keeping you from killing me once I fix it? You already wanted to once."
Kid's eyes flicked away from yours and his voice was low, "I wasn't gonna drop ya." His amber eyes went back to you. "I just wanted ta scare ya. Get some answers." He paused to think. "After that, yeah, I wanted ta kill ya. But I didn't!" His eyes moved away from yours again. "Killer wouldn't let me," he mumbled, somewhat begrudgingly.
"I think you should know by now that I'm not afraid of you or of dying."
"If yer not afraid then why won't ya fix my fucken hand!?" Kid's metal hand grabbed one of the bars and you could hear metal creaking.
The sudden movement provoked Mini. You held your hand out to stop Mini from trying to headbutt the bars to get at Kid. "There's a difference between not being afraid of dying and wanting to live." You gestured towards your wanted poster that was left behind. "There are still things I need to do." Kid glanced at it and then eyed your coat with interest, now noticing it.
"Where'd ya get that?"
"I've had it this entire time. Your crew is just incompetent when it comes to prisoners, "guests", whatever." As further proof you took out the gunblade you made from your shackles and touched the tip over where his heart would be, never breaking eye contact. You knew it wouldn't do anything against him. You just liked to bait him.
Kid growled, lashing out with his flesh hand to grab you by the throat, his favorite pastime. "WHY YA-" His hand folded against you instead in a sort of limp-wristed punch. This enraged him more.
You stepped back and holstered your weapon, cackling and watching his face go red.
"I'M REALLY GONNA KILL YA NOW, YOU ROTTEN WHORE!" The bar under the grip of his metal hand shattered. "DON'T YA DARE INSULT MY CREW."
You slid down the wall until you made a soft plop onto the floor, tilting your head back against the damp wood. "You seem tense. Why don't you go jerk off or something?" You cracked an eye open. "Oh sorry. I forgot. You'd probably rip it clean off if you used the metal one." That made you snicker.
The metal of the bars groaned as he pried them wider, no devil fruit, just strength. "YER DAMN LUCKY IF I DON'T MAKE YA DO IT YERSELF," Kid spat.
This time you didn't make a move to stop her when Mini rammed the bars right in front of Kid. And you were tickled quite pink when he jumped back. She bristled at him, looking even bigger than she normally was.
Kid stormed out, punching a hole in a crate as he left and screaming for Killer.
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"I really wish you wouldn't rile him up like that," Killer sighed. "Makes it real hard to convince him not to murder you."
"Didn't ask for you to stop him." Your arms were folded across your chest. They had left you alone with Wire for a while before Killer came back, and with dinner. You were tossing pieces of food into Mini's mouth.
If Killer could look exasperated behind the mask, he probably did. "I'm not doing it for your sake. I want my Captain to have his other hand back." Killer nudged his foot in the direction of your plate. "You need to eat."
That brought a scowl to your face. Why does he, of all people, get such a loyal crew? He was the worst of the Worst Generation. All you wanted to do was dispense well-deserved justice, and you got a crew full of mutineers. "How sweet of you," you replied dully. In reply to his other comment, you shoved your plate in front of Mini, who promptly licked it clean. "I'll eat when I'm on land." It shouldn't be too much longer before you made landfall.
Killer was dissatisfied with that answer.
"You put my feet on land, my weapon in my hand, and I will restore Kid." It was much better to reason with Killer than Kid. You were going to say the same thing to Kid's face, but got caught up in arguing with him.
Again, he made an almost imperceivable nod. "No promises." He sighed. "But... I'll try to persuade him."
"Do it and you'll never see me again." That would be the best for all parties.
There was a not uncomfortable silence that went on until, surprisingly, Killer was the one to break it. "So... who will you go after first?" Killer pointed to the log pose in place of your eye.
You raised an eyebrow at him. "Oh. You figured it out, did you?" You smirked. If there was one thing you could appreciate, it was that the Kid Pirates were a lot smarter than their reputation suggested. Not much got past Killer. You were loathe to admit it, but the tweaks Kid made to your gunblade were actually remarkable. Reaching up to remove your eye, you looked at the needles. "Curiously, one of the dials has been pointing in the direction we're heading for some time. I bet anything there's a Marine base there." You looked up at Killer for confirmation. He nodded. "Then your girl might get lucky."
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Two days went by. Killer had gotten Kid to agree with your plan. You knew he wasn't going to let you off easily, so you were ready to take off the second you fixed him. You sat atop Mini's back with your real weapon in your holster, your coat flapping in the wind. You looked a little rough still, but it wasn't anything unfamiliar. The deck was busting, the crew excited to be on land again after three weeks at sea. Your eye caught Quincy's and you gave a tight smile to her and the other girls. You would miss them. You thought you would miss Heat and Killer too. They had been good company in the brig. The ship had pulled around to the side of the island opposite the Marine base. It was forested and populated with the type of people that wanted to be the farthest away from Marines.
You held Kid's hand with one of your own. Dropping it like you were touching a hot pan when you were done healing him. You waited to watch him flex it, making sure it was right. The second that happened, Minerva took off. The boar was more agile than you would expect for a broad, stubby-legged creature. The boarding plank had yet to be dropped. That wasn't an issue for her. Jumping off the deck and to the ground below was nothing to the boar, though slightly jarring to your still-healing bones. You looked back up to see a tuft of red hair poking over the railing. Bringing a hand to your mouth, you blew him a kiss, turning you hand into a middle finger as you did so. There was a string of curses shouted after you as the sound of pounding hooves took you further and further from the ship, your coat billowing out behind you. You were on a mission now.
#one piece#eustass kid#massacre soldier killer#kid x reader x killer#killer x reader#eustass kid x reader#marooned#x reader#this is kind of an interim chapter#but I made the next one EXTRA juicy
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Consequences
pairing: lloyd hansen x female reader
warnings: fingering, cum eating. p in v sex. unprotected sex, choking. soft!lloyd hansen. 18+ content. minors DNI!
summary: You get more than you bargained for when you decide to tease lloyd on the way to your vacay.
wordcount: 1.5k
prompt: transportation: 17. in a private jet, on the way to a vacation spot from this list.
main masterlist | library
a/n: thank you for requesting this, Aud! it was so much fun to write. i hope you enjoy this!
They had sat across from each other on the jet, as usual. Every once in a while, Lloyd, would suddenly drop everything he was doing and whisk her away on one of their favorite vacation spots.
This time, however, it was a surprise. No matter how many times she pressed him for details, he refused to budge. He was keeping this as a gift for her, to make up for all the time they'd spent apart lately. With little time to spare, and his laptop demanding his attention, he was hardly paying her any attention. This only made the fire inside her burn hotter. She was desperate for some small ounce of affection. Anything, even if it was just for a single moment.
She was wearing one of her favorite dresses, the blue floral one with the hem a few inches above her knees, spread apart slightly, drawing more attention than she had intended. She didn't care though, as they were all alone, just Lloyd and her.
She had teased him at first. Y/N leaned back, rubbing her hands against her thighs, spreading her legs apart slowly at first, and then she whispered in a low voice, “Lloyd, I’m not wearing any panties.” She'd taunted. No answer.
Lloyd had never been one to waste time, let alone wait for anything - and he certainly wasn't going to start now. As Y/N spoke, he remained expressionless, his gaze fixed on her lips as she continued her taunts. His name echoing from her lips over and over. He thought it would be best to let her go on, and savor the anticipation before finally breaking the silence.
As Y/N continued to roll up the hem of her dress with a teasing grin, Lloyd finally broke his calm facade. The slightest twitch at the corners of his lips gave away his true feelings, and that hint of eagerness that suddenly appeared in his eyes left Y/N with no doubt in her mind.
Before she could even process what he was doing, Lloyd grabbed her arm and dragged her into the bathroom. Despite the thrill of excitement in her chest, Y/N couldn't shake the sudden chill that crept up her spine as she found herself face-to-face with Lloyd's darkening gaze. In a swift but smooth movement, he lifted her up onto the counter and barked out, "Sit!"
Her heart pounded so loudly against her chest that she could feel it in her ears, and for a moment, Y/N couldn't help but wonder if she'd gotten more than she bargained for. The intense desire she felt for Lloyd had never felt so real before, and she suddenly found herself doubting if she was even ready for what was about to happen. However, there was no turning back now.
Lloyd’s hands gripped her thighs roughly, squeezing them. “You’re being a naughty girl.” He whispered, his rough hands rubbing her inner thighs in slow, intricate circles. “You thought you could get away with teasing me like that?” He asked, his hand inches closer to her aching center, pushing up the hem of her dress up to her hips. When she didn’t answer his thick fingers gilded between her slick folds, making her gasp. “Answer me, sweetheart.” He growled.
“N-no. I didn’t.” She whimpered and it was like music to his ears. His index and middle fingers began to rub her sensitive nub in slow, torturous circles which only made her sink her teeth into her bottom lip, her hands gripping the edge of the smooth granite countertop. Two fingers slip slowly into her sopping cunt, his strong digits thrusting in and out of her slowly. “You gonna be a good girl for me now?” He asks, leaning in and pressing his forehead against hers.
She leans back, the cold glass from the mirror sends a shiver down her bare back and she can only nod in response to Lloyd’s question, her breath hitching in her throat. Without warning, his fingers plunge deeper and curl, finally hitting that sweet spot. His pace is still agonizingly slow and she grabs hold onto his striped polo shirt, the corners of his mouth curl up into the most devious smirk. She should have known better than to tease him earlier but she couldn’t help it.
“Oh fuck. Lloyd, please!” She whines, bucking her hips upward against his palm.
“Please?” He mocks, nuzzling his nose into the crook of her neck.
“Oh, sweetheart. I’m just getting started.” He purrs, his warm breath sending goosebumps down her arms as her cunt swallows his fingers. He eventually picks up the pace, the pad of his thumb slowly swirling against her clit, making her gasp out a small moan.
"Be quiet. We wouldn't want the pilot to hear you, now would we?" She shakes her head, licking her lips as she feels her walls clench around his fingers. Her slick is now drenching his hand and Lloyd groans. "Fuck, such a pretty pussy." Lloyd whispers, pulling away slightly and he slowly slides his fingers out of her before he licks off her juices.
Y/N pouts at him, her walls now clenching around nothing and she feels that honeyed heat pool down her lower stomach. "Mmm, you taste so good." He hums, before grabbing her by the throat and crashing his lips against hers roughly. His other hand trails down her chest, softly squeezing her right breast before his fingers find her swollen clit once more. Her slick coats his fingers as he rubs up and down between her folds, making her whimper against his mouth.
After a few seconds, he pulls away and she notices the bulge that's grown in his pants. "Lloyd, please fuck me." She pleads, watching him with wide eyes as he unzips his beige slacks. "Be patient, sweetheart." Lloyd grips his thick cock in his fist, slowly stroking himself once, then twice as his eyes darken with lust. He's so big and girthy it makes her mouth water. He finally presses the tip to her clit, tapping a few times before rubbing up and down between her slit in a slow motion.
Her hands drop, fingers gripping the counter of the sink a bit tighter this time at the sudden contact. "Mmm," she whimpers, a rush of euphoria washes over her body and she can feel her nipples harden beneath the fabric of her dress. Y/N's eyes squeeze shut momentarily as he continues teasing her clit that's still sopping wet, coating him in her release. "Need you all nice and sensitive for me, baby." He coos, slapping his cock against her puffy cunt. “You gonna come for me again, pumpkin?”
She bucks her hips again, grinding against his tip. "Yes. Please. Need more." Y/N whimpers out. Her mind is hazy, drunk on the thought of him inside her. It's all she can think about. Warm heat spreads from her stomach and between her thighs as he keeps teasing her clit in circular motions. She lets out another moan, a bit louder this time as her pussy pulses, drenching the counter and his cock again. “Good girl,” he paises, guiding his tip now at her entrance. Lloyd takes his time, slowly sinking a few inches into her creamy entrance.
His fingers curl around her throat, squeezing slightly before she can make a sound. “Shhh, pumpkin.” Lloyd coos, rutting into her another inch or two. Her lips part slightly, choking out another gasp and Lloyd smirks down at her, his palm caressing the side of her face, his thumb slips into her mouth, in an attempt to quiet her moans.
Y/N hums, sucking on his thumb as she feels her walls clench and pulsate around him. Lloyd sighs softly, rutting into her a few more inches before he fills her completely. “You feel so good, baby. Now, don't make a sound.” His other hand grips at her hip as he pulls out a few inches before shoving back inside of her. Another gasp slips out. She's trying so hard to keep quiet but the way he's fucking her right now makes it much more difficult. He leans forward, his thumb now caressing her cheek as he presses his lips to hers, muffling her sobs. The pad of his thumb strokes her cheek soothingly.
He keeps up the pace, pressing his forehead against her own. “Is this what you wanted? Hmm? Filling up your pretty little pussy like this?”
She grips his shoulder, his warm breath fanning over her neck as he continues his steady, harsh thrusts, making her sob again as her cunt soaks the length of his shaft. “Y-yes..” Y/N manages to choke out, her cunt squeezing him tightly. “Fuck. You’re so fucking tight.” Lloyd grunts, picking up the pace even faster as he ruts into her until she’s blubbering.
Her fingernails sink into the fabric of his shirt, her head tilting back against the cool glass of the mirror. Lloyd stills, his hot cum coating her walls and spilling out of her entrance. The two of them are now breathing heavily as he pulls out of her. “Oh,” he breathes., looking down at his cum seeping out of her and onto the counter. “Such a pretty sight, sweetheart. You look perfect filled with my cum.”
He dips his fingers in her folds, his fingers now coated in their arousal and bringing it up to her lips. She grips his hand, sucking his fingers dry before she leans back again, still trying to catch her breath. Lloyd strokes the side of her face, a satisfying grin curling at his lips. “Good girl.” He whispered when he watches her swallow.
Her heart speeds up at the echo of footsteps outside the bathroom door. “Mr. Hansen, we’re about to land in five.” One of pilots calls out and Lloyd gives her a look, telling her that this is far from over.
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Dad!Quaritch doesn’t comprehend how his size is terrifying.
I can see maybe early in their relationship, Quaritch would try to be more physical (I.e. patting readers back with his huge hang, giving her hugs, or even picking her up).
This absolutely terrifies reader, it only reinforces how small and helpless she is against him. She’s definitely too nervous to tell him that she doesn’t like it so someone else would have to step in (likely Jake) and tell Quaritch how uncomfortable reader is
Exactly! I imagine that he still hasn't grasped that he isn't 5'10(that's according to the Wiki page) and forgets that he's actually almost 10ft tall and given his qualities he comes off 10x scarier than say Jake or Neytiri do. With Spider being 6ft and Reader being about 5'2, I can see that he comes off scary to her especially after he kidnapped her and she struggles with that.
Quartich doesn't understand how scary he is because it doesn't seem to affect Spider as much but when he goes to hug her, pick her up, or pat her back, he notices how she flinches and cowards away from his touch. Meanwhile, when Quaritch lifts his hand towards her, all she can think about is when she was taken by her and how mean he was to her, aggressively pointing at the tracking device in her mask, him setting her on the table aggressively when she tried to escape the first time, or when she wouldn't talk to him so he raised his voice at her.
It just reminds her of that time when she was so small and weak against him and constantly thinks that he will return to that man and is scared to tell him out of fear.
Now let's say they were having dinner with the Sully's as they've done since before Quaritch came into their lives and maybe one of the reader's braids fall into her face while she was eating, and her dad noticed and went to move it for her in which she flinched which made him frown as Jake watched the interaction this wasn't the first time he's seen you do this with Quaritch which worried him.
"You know she does that out of fear right?" Jake said Quaritch as they cleaned up.
"Fear? Why would she be afraid?" He asked confused.
"Look I know you are trying with them but you did kidnap them and from the footage, at first you weren't so nice with them so given that and your height, I think you have your answer." Jake said as realization hit Quaritch.
"I didn't even realize that. Is there anything I can do to make her less afraid of me?" He asked Jake as he watched you talk with Kiri.
"You could try to talk to her and reassure her that you aren't like that but just give it time." Jake said.
Quaritch made his way over to where you and Kiri were at, and thought about how to bring it up without scaring you off. Kiri was the first to notice him and said she would see you later before running off.
"Hey, is everything okay?" You asked looking up at him.
"Yeah, I just wanted to talk to you about something, if that's alright?" He asked.
"Yeah that's fine, could you sit down though? I'm hurting my neck here trying to look at you." You said making him laugh as he took a seat next to you.
"Are you afraid of me? Is that why you flinch when I touch you?" He asked you.
"If I'm being honest, yes." You said to him.
"Can I ask why? I'm just trying to understand here and if I can fix it?" He said.
"Umm I don't know if you realized it but your like 9ft and I'm only 5ft but between that and the aggressively mean personality you showed us when we first met you know the pointing and throwing when were prisoners. I'm still trying to work through it's just that when you go to hug me or whatever, I worry your gonna hit me, and it just reminds me of a time when I wasn't your daughter but a small and weak prisoner." You said to him.
"Oh sweetheart, I never realized that. I'm sorry for scaring you like that, I just want to show you some affection like I see Jake do with his daughter is all. Is there anything I can do to help you?" He asked shocking you.
"Um, do you think maybe you could ask or announce that your gonna touch me before you do it? I think that might help me not be so afraid of you." You said as he nodded his head.
"Do you think I could hug you now?" He asked as you nodded your head feeling him wrap his arms wrap around you.
*Some scenes that come to mind when I think of reader being scared of him*
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My Thoughts on the Purgatory Finale as a Whole
So it's been a few hours since the event ended and I think I have my thoughts sorted out for the most part
I had a lot of trouble pinning down what I thought about this for a little while, and focused more on the smaller details instead of the whole thing
And for me, the resolution to the whole thing (this event) feels kinda empty. I think a way a lot of people would put it is that it felt anticlimactic, but that's not quite how I'd word it. I liked the climax, it was tense, suspenseful, exciting, etc. But it's what came after for me that feels like the problem
And that's that this event felt like it was supposed to be a resolution. But it wasn't. Everyone went through all this, these two weeks, and the months that came before, doing everything in their power to find answers and get their eggs back, and we just don't have anything. There's no answers, we only got ONE egg, and we don't even know if he made it off the island safely. None of this feels resolute.
And I get that was probably the point. I still stand by that whatever was gonna happen here today was gonna happen no matter what, with maybe a change of which egg got saved (but considering the hard stop we got on 7 when Phil spun it, and when Tina spun the wheel by accident, it landed on 7 again, I think Dapper was always gonna be the one saved as well)
This is supposed to be one of those cliffhanger endings I guess, but I think it would've been better to end it here. At least regarding the fate of the eggs. Tell us if they lived or if they died, but don't just leave it hanging like that
Because I feel like a LOT of QSMP is spent setting things up and at this point, they've just set TOO many things up without resolving them. You can only have so many loose threads at a time, something has to be wrapped up eventually
(And yeah, I get that's just something that happens when you have this many people each creating their story and their own thread, that's just how it goes)
Now for all I know, literally every problem I had could be fixed by tomorrow, in less than twelve hours, and I'll eat my words if that happens, I'll devour them freaking whole
But we still have so many unanswered questions. I wanna have faith in the admins and writers though, and hope that this is something that was meant to be like this. Because I get the struggles of writing, and while this might have felt like a Season Finale to us, it could have just been a single plot point in the overall story, and we might not have even REACHED any Season Finale yet. We just can't know right now
So yeah, that's my thoughts on it, I'm incredibly excited to see where everything goes from here, but at this moment specifically, I'm mostly just...Thinking, still. I guess. My writer brain is still trying to figure out what this whole thing was, and I'm just drawing a blank
Guess we'll see what happens tomorrow
Let's hope we can enjoy the island
#Maybe later I'll go off on all the little things I was enjoying during this#Like Phil nearly destroying his wings to save Tubbo#Fit only managing to save Bagi because Tina told her to turn on her location so she could find her#Everyone desperately trying to reach their eggs even when the literal world was falling and crumbling around them#Lots of things to think about#Lots of things to talk about#qsmp#qsmp purgatory#qsmp bolas#qsmp soulfire#q!phil#q!philza#qsmp eggs
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The Handsome Artist. 28 (Daniel Ricciardo)
Daisy's life Pt1. Some moments of Daisy's life and Abi and Daniel dealing with parenthood.
MASTERLIST.
Previous part: Little Flower.
Notes: really fluffy, we are not here to suffer. The pics that appear on the chapter come from this moodboard.
Warnings: I think there is nothing to warn, just tell me in case you find something.
The no sleep part everyone talks about.
I opened my eyes as if a fire alarm had started ringing. Almost forgetting I had brought to the world a baby 5 days ago, I got up. It wasn't pleasant. I walked to the crib and gasped. She wasn't there. Then? I turned and Dan wasn't on the bed either. I sighed in relief.
I walked out and found the kitchen light on. There he was. He had Daisy on a bundle of blankets comfortably laying on his forearm. The girl was so small compared to her dad. Her skin was clear and made such a contrast with Danny's golden one.
Instead of talking, I stayed there in silence. He was humming something and once I discovered what, a smile formed on my cheeks. Lavender girl.
Seeing how the girl didn't stop crying, he sat and look down. He put her on his thighs and touched her cheeks gently.
"Sweetheart. I know you are really upset. And I also know that if you are just like mum it's not gonna last. So... Could you please go back to sleep? I'm really tired. I don't want to draw blurry lines tomorrow."
Making noise so he wouldn't get scared with my presence, I walked closer. He looked up and smiled.
"I think she is hungry"
He looked at Daisy again. "Are you?"
Daisy stopped crying, only sobbing a bit.
"How do you do it?" He whispered amazed. "She gets so quiet when you are around"
"I bring food" I chuckled and he laughed.
"Okay. Muma came here to safe you, little thing". He got up with the baby and laid her on his chest.
"Let's go back to sleep" I said cupping his cheek. He had bags under his eyes.
"You have to feed her"
"I will, while you sleep"
I sat on the bed with Daisy on my arms and Daniel tucked himself on the bed.
"Aren't you tired?" He whispered.
"I'm exhausted" I confessed. "But tomorrow morning you will go to the shop and I will stay here, so I prefer you to sleep for a bit"
He wrapped his arm around me and laid even closer. Since Daisy was born, Daniel was even clingier than before.
"You are perfect" He whispered.
I smiled.
"I'm not. I will only spend the whole morning here in bed with Daisy" I chuckled.
"Oh you little..."
"I carried her for eight months and a half and spent 1 hours pushing". He smiled and bit his lip.
"And I love you so much for that."
"Correct answer" I smiled.
I looked down and Daisy had fallen back asleep, barely eating anymore.
"I think she is done" I whispered.
Danny made grabby hands and I chuckled. I passed him the baby and fixed my clothes. Then I laid next to him.
"Now, let Muma and Papa sleep for a bit more, sweetheart" I told her.
Danny passed out right after with our daughter on his chest and a blanket over both of them.
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The family meeting Daisy.
The door rang.
"They are here" Daniel came outside the room running to the door making me laugh.
He opened and waited for them to go upstairs. Charlotte who was sitting with me, got up and got the tea ready.
Nerves settled on my belly. Daisy was sleeping on my arms.
The first one was Grace. She hugged Daniel so tight and I heard her sob softly. A knot formed on my throat. Everything felt huge around me.
When Grace and Daniel pulled back, they were both crying.
"I'm so happy son"
Daniel nodded and kissed his mum's cheek.
"Thank you very much, mum." Daniel cleaned his tears. "I still can't believe I have a daughter"
I covered my mouth. I loved him so much.
Joe came in with Isaac holding his hand and hugged his son. Then Daniel leaned and hugged Isaac.
"HI Uncle Dan."
"Hi, big cousin" He smiled.
Isabella came into the room with Michelle. They hugged Daniel too. And then when he had greeted everyone, Daniel turned to me and Daisy. They all had been looking at me discreetly, but waiting for Daniel to do the presentations.
"Guys... This is Daisy" He said hugging my shoulders and kissing my temple. "She is the nicest baby ever. And the cutest too"
"I thought I was" Izzy said.
I smiled.
"You are a big girl now, right?" I told her.
She smiled and nodded.
Soon Grace was hugging me, asking about the labor and how I was feeling. She made me feel so warm. She made me feel that all of this wasn't only about my daughter and I still mattered.
"This little flower behaves so well" I said looking down at her.
Grace, with all the care in the world, asked for permission and then took her on her arms.
"Hi, little thing" She said with the biggest smile. "It's grandma. I'm sorry it took us a few days to come here."
Joe hugged his wife and peeked over.
"She was in a hurry, huh"
I smiled and nodded.
"You should have seen Abi" Daniel said hugging me. "The first thing she said was I can't, your family isn't here."
I blushed deeply, but Daniel kissed my forehead.
"Come here, Abi"
Michelle gave me the biggest hug. "You have the cutest little princess."
"I'm the little princess. She is a little flower" Izzy said. We all laughed. I leaned and opened my arms for the kids to hug me.
"Hi guys, I missed you so much" I said kissing them.
"We missed you too, Auntie"
"Do you want to meet the baby?"
They nodded. Daniel took Daisy from his mum, who leaned and kissed her cheek. I sat on the sofa and Daniel passed her to me. Daisy was already awake but quietly observing.
"Guys" Each kid sat on one side of me. "This is your cousin Daisy"
"She is so small" Isaac reached carefully and touched her hand. "She has chubby fingers" He giggled and made us all giggle too.
"Daisy?" Izzy asked.
I smiled and nodded.
"It's a really cute name" Michelle said and knelt in front of me to meet her niece. "Cute name for a the cutest baby. How did you chose it?"
I smiled and looked down at Izzy, who was laughing and covering her mouth.
"We had some help"
"I did!"
I looked around and saw Daniel with Grace and Charlotte under his arms. He was the proudest dad right now.
"Grace, when Abi met Daniel I told her. And I was right. I told her Daniel had good genetics and they could make really cute babies. And look what they gave us"
Grace laughed.
"You were so right."
Minutes later, I walked with my cup of tea around. The grandmas were sharing stories about Dan and I growing. Daniel was sitting on the sofa and the kids were talking turns on picking Daisy, always supervised. Michelle was talking photos.
I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"Joe"
"How are you?"
"To be fair? Exhausted" I smiled a bit. "But I couldn't be happier."
"I think I have told you this a hundred times, but thank you for this"
I smiled and looked at Daniel, who was getting up with Daisy.
"Muma! Someone is hungry"
I chuckled and looked back at Joe.
"You make him so happy"
"He makes me so happy too"
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Daisy has her first belly ache.
I was walking up and down the shop. It was again midnight and Daisy couldn't stop crying. She had those belly aches thst babies get when they are this young.
Maple was looking from his spot on the stairs and his green eyes closed every once in a while.
"I'm so sorry you are feeling like this, sweetheart" I said rubbing her belly. The street was quiet, it was too late on Wednesday even for Santa Monica.
Daisy whimpered and grabbed harder into my hand. My heart broke. She was too little to be feeling like this.
"Papa will be here soon"
Being pretty desperate and hyperactive as he was, Daniel couldn't stand hearing Daisy cry like this. He had taken the keys and had gone out looking for the closes pharmacy.
I pulled Daisy closer to my chest and walked to the back of the shop.
"Look at this, baby" She was on that age when she started seeing properly and she was really curious. The purple flowers called her attention and her cries lowered a bit. "Do you like them? They look like bells. Grandma loves them. She has one in the farm"
Maple meowed and a second later the door opened.
"You are still here" Daniel sighed. I smiled tiredly and nodded. "I was hopping to find the two of you already sleeping"
He walked closer and moved Daisy's blanket out of her face. The girl saw her dad and cried louder.
"Oh no baby" He said and caressed her chubby cheek.
"The poor girl is still in pain" I kissed her forehead.
"I brought this." He showed me the bag.
"Let's go upstairs."
In the kitchen, Daniel explained to me that yes, the doctor had said it will pass, but the woman in the 24h pharmacy had said that there was this medicine for babies.
"She said it's made for babies and it's totally safe."
I nodded. "Okay"
Daniel worked around the kitchen and got the bottle with the medicine ready.
Together we sat on the sofa and I leaned on his shoulder. Daisy grabbed Danny's hand with hers and drank the whole bottle peacefully.
"It's so nice to see her in silence" Daniel whispered.
"Yeah. I'm afraid she will have a sore throat in the morning"
"I hope this helps."
It did. Only ten minutes later, Daisy laid on Daniel chest, Maple sitting on his lap and the little girl trying to touch him.
"Hey, little flower." Danny kissed her hair. "Aren't you tired?"
I smiled.
"Do you know what will help?"
"A bath" He answered smiling.
So the three of us went to the bathroom and after a little conversation about if it was a good idea or not, we got in the bath.
Daisy laid on my chest, the warm water around us while Daniel gently bathed her. I felt so calm. It was too late, tomorrow we will be exhausted, but it was too precious. Us and our little daughter. I felt complete in moments like this.
"Hey, was that a yawn" Daniel kissed Daisy's back and she giggled. "I don't think so. So ticklish"
"She won't ever fall asleep if you tickle her" I softly said.
He smiled and kissed Daisy again. She wiggled a bit and rested her cheek on my chest.
Danny pressed a kiss on her temple and then brushed his nose with mine. I smiled and leaned forward, accepting a kiss. His tongue danced with mine and for a moment I got lost on the feeling.
When we pulled apart, I saw him looking at me. He cupped my cheek and brushed his thumb over my jaw.
"What are you thinking about?"
He smiled and sat even closer. The space was already so small.
"When I was driving to the pharmacy I was thinking if we were good parents or not. I was overwhelmed because nothing seemed to help" He was moving his fingers over Daisy's back as he spoke.
I took his other hand from my face and kissed his knuckles.
"Now we are here having a bath with her at 3 am and... I think we are doing wonderfully"
I smiled.
"Are we?"
He nodded and smiled.
"Yeah. I think we are. Maybe the books don't say that you should do this... But... Look at her."
I caressed Daisy's dark hair.
"She is so calm now and falling asleep."
I kissed Daisy again and looked at him.
"You are an amazing dad, Papa. You have been since moment one"
He blushed.
"I have the best Muma on my side"
"We are so cheesy"
"It's her fault"
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@.mollyalberts: mum said she can't stay with her coolest aunt.
-> @.hopper_abigail: this should be tagged as blackmailing.
-> @.danielricciardo: i had to watch her pouting at me for two hours and i'm weak
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Everyone loves Daisy.
"Let me see" Chloe knelt in front of Daisy and the little girl smiled. "There it is. What acute smile"
I leaned and kissed her cheek making her laugh.
"Oh, you also have the cutest laugh" Chloe tickled her and Daisy kicked her feet on the sand. "Here, for you. Because Scotty saw it and didn't stop complaining until we bought it"
I laughed when Chloe put a bucklet hat on Daisy's head. It had frogs printed on it.
"I don't even know why he liked the frogs"
Daisy kicked her feet again, grading the hat and trying to look at it.
"You love it, don't you? She loves getting dressed up and costumes"
"She is like Danny, huh"
"So much."
"But she has your looks."
"The little flower here is a carbon copy of Abi" Daniel let himself fall on the sand. "She is the sweetest"
Daisy reached for Danny's face and cupped his face. Daniel kissed her palms and she smiled.
"I think she is mixed" Michael sat with us too. "She is so energetic like the father but the sweetest and nicest like the mother"
"I'm nice too!" Daniel exclaimed.
"You are, love. But I'm nicer" I said playing with his curls.
"No, no. But the other day she went from crawling around the living room nonstop to sit on my lap and listening to me talking about numbers" Blake added. "She is so mixed."
I giggled.
Daisy was sitting there smiling and looking around. Being the first baby of the group, she was the centre of attention.
"Yeah, look at her. She loves the attention" Scotty reached and pinched her cheek. "Don't you, mini Ric?"
Daisy laughed loud. She loved Scotty. Just like Dan.
We all laughed.
"Hey, Daisy" Corey moved his hand in front of her. "Look at me, cutie" with his camera in hand and the other guys standing behind him, he took pictures of Daisy in the cutest positions. She smiled and giggled the whole time, having her uncles being silly for her was her favourite thing.
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@.hopper_abigail: everyone's favourite. 📷@.corey.wilson
↪️@.mollyalberts: perks of being the prettiest girl in the world.
↪️@.danielricciardo: @.mollyalberts a damn cute baby.
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Muma's day.
Danny's pov.
I walked to the crib and Daisy giggled happily. "Hey sweetheart. Already awake!"
She kicked her feet and moved her hands on the air.
"Come here. We have something really important to do today" I told her. She reached her hands to touch my face and I pretended to eat them, which mad eher giggle and scrunch her nose. "But you can't tell Muma okay?"
I dressed her and put on the baby bag. Abi was put with Charlotte and Molly having breakfast. It was Sunday so the shop and the studio were close. But I had a mission.
"Okay, the froggy hat for the little lady here... Sunglasses for dad... Keys... Wallet... And baby bag. Let's go"
We wandered around Santa Monica, picking stuff from Abi's favorite places.
"What to you think. This one?" I showed her two bandanas and she reached her hand for the yellow one. "Good choice, Daisy. Three of this."
Then we moved to other shop and then another and another. "Shit. So many things" I sighed. "Muma is going to kill us"
She looked up confused.
"But luckily you are all cute and has those baby cow eyes, huh. I will tell her it was your idea. I was just carrying bags and paying"
She laughed and it made me chuckle.
"I love you, Daisy"
When we arrived home, I sneaked in the shop. "One more, sweetheart. Let's choose some flowers"
It was the easiest. Daisy loved the shop and all the colours and flowers. I just had to walk around and she would pick the flowers from the vases and cubes.
"Now... Auntie Charlotte said I had to tie them up and then... The wrapper. Cool."
It wasn't the best bouquet. But I was just a tattoo artist with a little baby helping.
"And now we go upstairs, right?"
Daisy tried to grab a flower. "Do you want one?" I picked a little daisy from the bouquet and put it on her ear, the cute curls falling around it. "Pretty"
She giggled. She loved the attention.
When I opened the door, a very smiley Abi appeared.
"Oh fuck, you are already here" I said panicking. She laughed and walked in our direction.
"Is that the noise I kept hearing from the shop?" Abi was smiling so big and her cheeks were pink. She looked extra beautiful today.
"Well, it was a surprise" I chuckled.
Daisy was chickling her feet and making grabby hands at her mum.
"A surprise? For me? Did you and Papa got me a surprise?"
I watched how Abi picked Daisy from the baby bag and kissed her cheeks. The little girl had the biggest smile.
"And why do I deserve a surprise?" Abi said while getting on her tiptoes. She kissed my lips at the same time I frowned.
"Why?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Abi, love. It's Mother's Day"
She frowned. "No"
I felt cold for a second.
"No?"
"No, Danny. Mother's day is next week" She was already laughing.
I looked down at the bags full of presents and blushed. "Oh my fucking god. I'm so stupid" I said embarrassed.
Abi was laughing, which had made Daisy laugh too.
"Danny you are so sweet!" She exclaimed. "This was your plan for today? The dad and daughter day?"
"Yes, Abigail" I said. "All the fucking day walking up and down Santa Monica only for it to be next week. I'm sorry." I said leaving all the stuff on the sofa.
"No, no" She said with big eyes. "Come here, sweetheart."
I pouted and she hugged me with her free arm. Daisy hugged me too and when both laughed.
"Papa is sad, little flower."
"I'm not sad. I just feel silly"
"Danny, love. This is amazing. Did you guys made the bouquet?"
"Yeah, Daisy and I" I said picking it from the sofa. "It's a bit shitty, isn't it?"
"It's perfect. We should change Mother's day anyways. Who decided it should be next week? My almost husband and daughter want to celebrate today"
"Almost husband?"
"YEah, this one is almost walking. The moment she starts walking we are starting to organize everything"
I cupped her cheeks and kissed her lips.
"I love you. You are the best muma in the world."
"Let's celebrate today. Muma's day, okay? Mother's day is already outdated"
I laughed.
"I really love you, Abi"
She gave me that sweet look of hers and kissed Daisy's cheeks.
"I really love you too, Dan"
"So... Muma's day? Should we start celebrating Papa's day too?"
"Of course, but I'm surprising you with the date"
I smiled adn kissed her again, earning myself a slap from Daisy.
"Ouch. Don't do that, D"
She hugged Abi and frowned.
"It's Muma's Day"
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@.danielricciardo: Happy Muma's day.
-> @.hopper_abigail: I really really love you.
->@.scottyjames31: wait guys, you know it's next week, right?
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Teeth, tears and no fun. She is growing fast.
I smiled when Daniel took his shirt of and dramatically threw it at me. Then he unbuckled the belt and opened his trousers.
"You are hotter since you are a dad"
He bit his lip and tried to not laugh.
"Yeah, I'm a dilf now"
I laughed hard, but then he grabbed my ankles and pulled me to the edge of the bed.
"You are hotter since you are a mum."
I cupped his cheeks and pulled him down for a kiss. He melted on me instantly, his body pressing mine on the mattress. I moaned and snaked my arms around his neck. The kiss was deep and slow, our tongues moved together.
He kissed my cheek and then my neck, sucking softly as his hand crawled up under my pijama shirt. I ran my hands down his back and pulled him even closer.
But suddenly we heard Daisy crying through the baby radio.
Daniel pulled back and groaned.
"I love her. I love her so much. I would give my life for her. But really, she has a radar. She can feel when Muma and Papa want tk have fun"
I chuckled. "It's only the third time this week"
He laughed and gave me another kiss.
Daisy cried harder.
"It's my turn" He got up and sighed. I observed him. He looked so handsome, extra handsome.
"I love you, Dan."
"I love you too, sweetheart."
Soon he was back with a very angry Daisy.
"A bit tantrum tonight" He sat with me in the bed.
"What's the problem, little flower?" I caressed her cheeks and she cried harder.
"I took the temperature and she doesn't have fever" He said. "Changed the diaper. Nothing. And she ate 20 minutes ago. Look at this full belly" He said tickling her trying to get a smile. But nothing.
I sighed.
"Maybe she had a bad dream"
"When do babies start having bad dreams?"
"I'm sure"
"Should we call Michelle?"
"Maybe not now."
We both sat there trying to get her to stop crying and fall back asleep.
At some point, she had taken Danny's hand with her chubby ones. Daisy, looking directly at Dan's eyes, took the hand to her mouth and...
"Agh"
"Why do you bite Papa?"
"That hurt more than it should" Daniel said. Without shame, Daisy bit him again and again.
"Hey, you don't eat your father, lady. That's not how humans work"
I chuckled.
"Daisy, baby. Don't bite Papa"
"Wait" Daniel said after another bite. "I felt something"
"Something like what?"
He took his hand away and Daisy groaned.
"Hey. Stop. I'm not your dinner. Muma has your dinner" He said putting silly faces. "Yeah? You should bite Muma instead"
"No way. She is not getting near my nipples if she is biting like that"
Daniel laughed and Daisy stopped crying.
"She loved your laugh"
Looking at her with a big smile, Daniel laughed again and being the big Papa's girl she was, she laughed to.
We both gasped.
"Did you see that?" I knelt in bed.
"I think so"
"Look at me, honey. Give Muma a smile." I said.
Daniel tickled her and she giggled.
"Oh my God. That wasn't there this morning!"
"Are you growing your first tooth?" Daniel asked her.
She was looking at us with big eyes and a my parents are crazy expression.
"Can you touch her gums?"
Daniel frowned.
"She already bit you"
He rolled his eyes and very carefully touched Daisy's gums, who thought that biting Papa was really fun.
"She has a tooth, definitely."
"Oh Daisy! You are growing so fast."
I took her on my arms and cuddled her. She giggled and laid her cheek on my chest, looking at Danny with a smile. Even when she had a clear favorite parent she loved to fight for my attention with Daniel. She loved to lay with me and give Danny that cheeky smile that only they had. She was a little tease and loved to make Papa jealous.
"Oh yeah? You don't let Papa and Muma have fun and now you take her all for yourself"
I giggled
"Bring some blankies, she is sleeping here tonight"
Daniel laughed.
"And why is that?"
"Well, that tooth is bothering. Right baby?"
She nodded.
"She is on the verge of speaking. I swear" He said and covered us with the blankets and covers from the bed.
"She is"
Daniel cuddled to me too and Daisy tired to push him with a smile. Daniel pretended to eat her hand and she laughed loudly.
"No fighting" I said laying her between us. "It's sleep time"
She sighed and made me lay on my side so see could hide on my chest. Daniel smiled and laid closer to. He loved to make her feel safe.
"Good night, Daisy"
"Good night, little flower"
"Night" She mumbled on her baby language.
I gasped and Daniel covered his mouth. Whe both shared surprised looks, trying to not get too excited. But even though, Daniel had tears on his eyes.
I looked down and Daisy had closed her eyes. I grapped my arms around her and kissed her forehead. She nuzzled on my chest and Daniel hugged me. Carefully, he played with her short curls, what he knew she loved. We waited until her breathed calmed down and we made sure she was asleep.
"She said her first world" I whispered.
"She grows fo fast"
Daniel gave me a kiss. "We are doing a pretty good work with her"
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@.danielricciardo: Maple showing his favourite human the best spot to spy on people in Santa Monica.
-> @.hopper.abigail: "babe, have you seen the kids?" "by the window"
-> @.lewishamilton: so that's why she always tries to get Roscoe to sit with her...
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First of all, bad news. It's coming to an end. Second, we will have more Daisy fluff before! Send me some ideas for what you would like to see on Pt2!! I already know I'm writing about Daisy's first trip with Danny's friends.
Next part: Daisy's life Pt2.
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