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fuckyeah-dragrace · 1 year

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That funny little girl

it’s here! i can’t believe it either but it’s been a whole year of single mom au right now and holy shit thank you all so so so much for supporting this journey with your love and appreciation for my writing. there are too many people to thank so if you ever read, liked, reblogged anything from this series, this is for you because i wouldn’t have kept going without all of you. this my love letter to all of you for making this quite honestly, the best year of my life.

thank you <3

“A little more to the right. Little more, there! That’s it.” Camden said as she watched Daya and Bosco try and hang up the large “Happy Birthday” banner over the table.

“Finally.” Bosco huffed, jumping off a wooden stool. “That thing better stay up or I am shoving a thumbtack in Betty’s eye.”

“What did I do?”

“No need to be dramatic, darling.” The redhead rolled her eyes, walking and kissing her girlfriend's cheek, their pout disappearing in a snap before she left to head inside, hearing Brooke call for her in the kitchen.

Daya looked around the landscape. Balloons and tablecloths filled the green backyard in a sea of bright colors. A subtle breeze blew the wisps of her blonde hair into her eyes. It was a gorgeous day, perfect for kids to run around until the sun went down.

“Need anything else out here, Di?” They asked, coming up to the blondes sided. She shook her head and rubbed her sweating palms on her shorts.

“I can handle the rest. Check and see if my Moms and Marsh need any help in the kitchen and check in on your baby.”

“Can do.” Her friend saluted with a grin, leaving her alone with the wind in the backyard. She looked back again at the backyard and sighed.

Today was the most special day because Ava, her baby, was turning five. She couldn’t believe it, time had gone in the blink of an eye and the wide eyed baby she fell for was walking, talking and her own person but still so similar to how she was five years ago.

She loves helping in the kitchen every morning and sitting on the counter while Daya made her coffee. She still hates bath time and protests and pouts the whole time unless she has her stingray and shark floating in the water with her. She loves car rides with the window rolled down and quiet music, pretending to fall asleep at the end of every trip to be carried inside with her muffled giggles over her mothers shoulders.

But she’s still her little girl. She still rests her head over Dayas chest when they lay together and her little hand still searches for something to hold and when Daya gives her a finger to hold, she smiles before falling asleep.

The days are long but the months and years go by in the blink of an eye. She would give anything to have those sleepless nights of teething or cranky mornings again. She sat down at one of the tables outside, the plastic dollar table cloth blowing in the wind. If you told her years ago she would be sitting the backyard of her home with her wife and daughter she would laugh and call you crazy but she couldn’t be happier at the notion now of being someone’s wife and mother.

“Mama!”

She felt a small body jump onto her back, nearly knocking her to the ground with a grunt. She was face to face with a little blonde girl grinning at her.

“Ava, careful.” Jasmine chuckled walking up to the pair. “Hi baby.” She smiled and kissed Dayas cheek.

“Mama guess what!” Ava giggled, sitting in her mothers lap and smiling widely at her.

“What, baby bug?” She asked, playing along with her excitement.

“It’s my birthday!”

“What?! No way! My baby can’t be getting older.” She tickled the girls sides, getting her to erupt into squeals and giggles.

“I am! I’m five now!”

“That’s so many.” She kissed her forehead and smiled at her. “I love you, dragonfly.”

“Love you too Mama.” She wrapped her arms around her neck. Daya hugged back, picking her up and cradling her in her strong arms. One hand rubbing her back and fingering the loose blonde strands from her little ponytail.

Jasmine smiled at them both, walking over and kissing Dayas cheek again. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” She whispered, blinking back small tears. “Just really happy. Like really fucking happy.” She said with a laugh.

“Mama, that’s a not nice word.” Ava chided with a giggle.

“Sorry, dragonfly.” She smiled and kissed her head. “Mamas just super excited for your birthday.”

“Are you getting motional like Mommy did this mornin?”

“Just a little bit.” She chuckled seeing Jasmines little pout. “We just can’t believe our baby girl’s so big now.”

“We love you so so much, Avie.” Jasmine cradled the girls cheek and kissed her forehead.

“Love you too, Mommy.” She reached and hugged her shoulder, hand holding onto her necklace like she would when she was an infant.

Daya brought Jasmine closer by her hip, holding everyone close. Ava had her head against Dayas heart as the swayed together in the breeze.

“Did you everything you’d end up here in five years?” Jasmine said softly, relaxing in her wife’s arms and tracing shapes on her daughters back.

“That I’d be married to greatest woman in the world and have the cutest kid ever? No way, I never thought I’d get this lucky.” She looked at her wife, that feeling filling her chest every time she looked at her. Warmth and love and pure adoration, it was home. “But I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love you, Jasmine Faith.”

“Shit.” The shorter woman mumbled, wiping her eyes. “Di, you can’t say stuff like that or else I’m going to cry.” She laughed.

Daya chuckled and kissed her cheek. “Do you want me to take it back?”

“Hell no.” She grinned, pecking her lips. “I feel the same way. I love you, Dayanara Elizabeth. I love our life and our daughter.”

She smiled and rested her chin on her head, kissing her part and mumbling more “I love yous”. She closed her eyes and savored the moment, filing away every sensation to memory, not wanting to forget any of it.

“Daya! Foods done!”

She opened her eyes slowly, keeping her family close before settling Ava on the ground. “Come birthday girl, Nonna made your favorite.”

“Yay!” The girl cheered, running for the door where her Aunt Marcia stood, chuckling and hugging before they went inside.

She took Jasmines hand in hers, lacing their fingers together and squeezing tight as they started to walk inside. The years went fast and the days are long, and Daya knew she was going to cherish every last one she got with her funny little girl.

#rpdr season 14 #jasmine kennedie #daya betty #jasya #single mom au #ava au #thank you guys for this amazing year

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fuckyeah-dragrace · 2 years

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Under the Willow

Part 2 of the highschool au! First I’d like to give the biggest thank you to @thecollectionsof for helping me get this out to all of you! They’re amazing so please, give them some love!

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Daya ran from the dance room as fast as her feet would take her.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Why did she kiss her? Now she surely doesn’t have a chance with Jasmine, the one girl she’s liked for… however long it’s been. Tears blurred her vision as she made it outside of the school, ducking behind to the park just past the school. She found a big willow tree and crashed onto the ground, her heart racing and her breaths coming short and erratic. She leaned back against the weathered bark as her mind wouldn’t let her not relive that moment; how soft Jasmine’s lips were against her own chapped ones, how she felt her lean into her, how desperately her own hands wanted to find purchase on Jasmine’s waist but didn’t.

Her hands traced the scratched pattern on the tree until her fingers found an etched out portion in the wood. She followed the smooth line as her fingers traced a little heart. She scoffed, even a tree was taunting her. Her nails dragged to the center of the heart, finding more carvings. She followed the lines before her hand felt as if it were on fire, finger trembling as full on tears started streaming down her cheeks.

D + J

Her hand fell from the tree and covered her mouth as she choked back a sob into her palm. She remembers when she carved that, she’d always remember that day.

She was maybe 10 years old and was waiting for Jasmine under the tree. She sulked until that perfect blonde ponytail came into view. She smiled until she realized that Jasmine’s normally bright green eyes were red and puffy.

“Jazzy? Hey, what’s wrong?” Jasmine couldn’t contain herself anymore. She flung herself into Daya's arms and started to cry into her shoulder. She held her tight and rubbed her back as her cries turned to quiet hiccups.

“I’m going away for the summer.”

“What?” Daya pulled away to look at Jasmine.

“It’s some preppy dance camp. I don’t even want to go but my moms making me.”

“How long is it?” Jasmine wiped her eyes.

“The whole summer.” Daya's eyes widened.

“But we were going to spend all of it together.” She did her best to conceal the wobble of her voice but failed as Jasmine smiled sadly.

“I know and I’m really really sorry. But I have the address so maybe we can send letters?” Daya nodded, holding onto Jasmine tight. Jasmine rested her head on Daya's shoulder. “Di, will you forget me?”

“No,” she said softly as she wiped away a stray tear from Jasmine’s cheek. “You’re my best friend, Jasmine. I’d never forget you.” She pulled out the dull craft knife she’d stolen from her sister two weeks ago but had never gotten the chance to use. “Here, I have an idea.”

They carved their initials into the tree that day, leaving behind a symbol of their friendship.

Jasmine left within that same week, Daya helping with everything she could. She still remembers how tightly they hugged and how she tried to follow the car as Jasmine got further and further away from her. They wrote to each other often, detailing every little thing from their summers and how much they’d missed each other. Daya treasured those letters and would reread them over and over again when she missed Jasmine, tracing over the loopy script and smiling at the crossed out words she misspelled, ignoring the slight flutter of her heart whenever she’d write her name and doodle a little heart next to it. Summer finally ended and Daya and Jasmine were together again in the same class but a new girl had joined them, someone Jasmine knew from her summer camp.

Camden.

They would talk about dance all the time and they even had little jokes between them. Soon it was Jasmine and Camden talking with Daya sitting with them, not adding anything to the conversation. She would try and talk to Jasmine but she’d always be with Camden and the betrayal hurt worse than she could’ve ever imagined. Her worst fear came true.

She had been forgotten, and it killed her. Her heart was hurting in an unimaginable way and she wanted Jasmine to feel the same, to see what she did to her. She stopped talking to her all together. Her seat was changed away from Jasmine’s table, she never played with her at recess, she wouldn’t smile back in the halls. Jasmine had broken her heart, shattering it into pieces Daya couldn’t piece back together and she wanted her to know it.

She remembers how awful their fight was. It was after school under this same tree, a perfect day where the shade and sun made the most perfect spot to sit in and summer starting to creep in again. They’d screamed at each other, throwing words like stones and shattering whatever friendship they’d had.

“I wish you never came back! I wish we were never friends!” She shouted at Jasmine, her ten year old frame vibrating all the hurt and anger that she had tried to keep from bubbling inside her. She remembers how scared Jasmine looked, how wide her eyes were as Daya raved like a maniac, how her hands were shaking at her side, how she didn’t realize she was crying until Daya grabbed her things and struck one last hit to her once best friend, destroying any chance of the pair mending their ties together.

I hate you.

Daya’s stomach twisted at how horrible she was to Jasmine all those years ago. She was gripping the wood chips and dirt as she cried hot angry tears, berating her younger self for how stupid she was. Yes, she was hurting but she had no right to let anyone else feel how she did, especially Jasmine. Her Jasmine.

“Way to go, Betty.” She mumbled to herself, wiping her eyes on her shoulder. She rested her head against her knees and was ready for another wave of tears but was instead met with the familiar sound of feet hitting grass. The footsteps got closer and closer until they stopped right by Daya. She lifted her head and saw Jasmine standing in front of her. Her cheeks were pink and her eyes seemed worried. Daya scoffed, rubbing her eyes.

“What do you want, Kennedie? Come to kick me while I’m down?” She laughed darkly, a sad and reserved smile lifting her lips as she waited for her slaughter.

“I wanted to finish our talk. Can we?” she asked, seeming genuine with no malice hidden behind her concern filled eyes. Daya paused and looked at her, really looked at her. She saw a turmoil behind her eyes and she hated that she was probably the cause of it. She moved a little, giving some room in the dirt for Jasmine to sit. Once she joined her on the ground, Daya started to fidget with her sleeves, hoping that this would go quickly and she could hide in her life of shame and misery.

“Go ahead, tell me that you hate me and never want to see me again.”

“I don’t, Daya.” She brought her hand closer to the taller girls, but didn't make contact. “I could never hate you.”

Daya looked at her and she could feel that undeniable urge inside to reach out and touch Jasmine fill her chest. She brought her hand closer and felt their pinkies brush, noticing a quick quirk of Jasmine's lips at the contact.

“Jasmine, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have kissed you. That was-”

“Amazing.” She whispered in response. Daya's heart and world nearly turned over. She saw that same quiet smile she fell in love with grace Jasmine’s gorgeous lips.

“Really?” She nodded. Daya could feel her lips draw into a smile as hope filled her. She had a chance. She had a chance.

“It felt amazing, Daya.” She smiled at her. “Better than I’d ever imagined.”

“You imagined that?” Jasmine nodded

“Yeah. It’s a little embarrassing.” She laughed sheepishly, looking at the dirt in front of her. “I’m surprised you haven’t caught me staring at you in English yet. June always catches me and laughs.” She smiled and hugged her knees towards her chest.

Daya had never seen a more beautiful sight in front of her eyes, thinking she was looking at a priceless painting right now. Jasmine’s golden hair falling perfectly to frame her face, the light dusting of pink on her cheeks and nose—either from running here or from being so close to her, Daya wasn’t sure. She brought herself even closer.

Daya brought her hand on top of Jasmine’s and laced their fingers together. Jasmine’s breath hitched as she looked back at Daya, her beautiful green eyes finding those hypnotizing blue ones.

Silence settled around them as they watched the clouds above them and the branches swaying in the gentle breeze. Daya looked back at Jasmine and felt those broken shards of her heart come and meld together again, finally finding their place and beating as one.

Jasmine blushed again and Daya smiled. “Would you want to—”-“ before she could even finish, those oh-so-kissable lips were pressed against hers again. Her eyes widened for a moment before Jasmine pulled away quickly, her blush redder than ever.

“Sorry,.” she stuttered. “I just wanted to show you instead of messing it up with words.” Daya smiled and tucked a stray strand of hair behind Jasmine’s ear. “And your chapstick tastes good.” Daya barked a laugh that seemed to rattle the branches and leaves of the old tree. She sighed and brought an arm around Jasmine, pulling her flush against her side. They were stiff for a beat before Jasmine leaned her head against Daya's shoulder, seeming to relax at the feeling of Daya against her.

“Anyways, before I was rudely interrupted,” Jasmine giggled and moved even closer to her, feeling how Daya's breath hitchedstuttered for a brief moment before continuing. “I was going to ask if you wanted to try this. Us.”

“I’d love nothing more.” Now Daya was really smiling like an idiot.

“Yeah?”

Jasmine turned to look at her and Daya never thought she could look so beautiful. She nodded. “Yeah.”

Daya's warm hand came up from the ground and cradled Jasmine's cheek, feeling how soft her skin was against her palm. Her thumb brushed over the growing blush and smiled warmly at her. Daya could feel Jasmine’s warm breath as she slowly leaned in and their lips brushed against each other before finally meeting. She could feel Jasmine push forward gently against her and she smiled into the kiss.

“I could do this all day.” Jasmine mumbled after they pulled away for air. She leaned in for another kiss and Daya laughed. Her pale arms wrapped around Daya's neck as she pulled away and connected their foreheads.

“I’m so happy I found you again,.” she admitted quietly, a little tear slipping down her cheek. Jasmine wiped the tear away and pecked her cheek.

“Not going anywhere.” Her hand came and cradled Daya’s cheek before kissing her again, more comfort and reassurance shared between their lips as Daya smiled against her lips, hands resting now on Jasmine’s waist and feeling how at peace she was. They pulled away breathless and smiling as Jasmine rested against her chest, content in one another’s embrace.

“Neither am I. I’m all yours, Jas.” She smiled as they sat together, watching the sky change, enjoying each other and what else was to come their way.

#rpdr season 14 #jasmine kennedie #daya betty #jasya #highschool au #GUYS #OML I LOVE THIS SM #again thank you Gi for all your help!

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