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Summer Rains Part 5:

Beauty In The Rain

Javier Peña x F!Reader

Word Count: 6.7k

Rating: M (To be safe 18+)

Warnings: Angst, swearing, pining, smoking, kissing, groping, implications of sex, pregnancy mention, genuine human emotions, probably OOC for Javier... whoops. No beta, just yeeted into the void. any typos. Let me know if I have missed any!

Summary: Javier finally decides what he wants his future to be and Chucho wins Grandpa of the year. Reference for the necklace that is mentioned. The Poem included in the epilogue is by Raymond Garfield Dandridge. Who's poem brought me peace when life was not.

A/N: This is a really bittersweet moment. I again apologize for how long it has taken me to finish this story. Life was overwhelming and I was trying to push myself into writing smut because I know it's popular. So I hit a wall because I was trying to force something out of myself that I didn't really want to write and personally didn't add much to the story. So I took the pressure off of myself. There is no smut in here just implications and allusions to it. It is not something I am just yet comfortable writing, but maybe someday. I also spent WAY TOO LONG obsessing over the timeline and trying to get everything to make sense. I am fairly certain some new grey hairs appeared on my head because of it. I gave up. I did my best. I am not perfect and this is a hobby. I have loved every second of writing this ending and I hope you like it too. Thank you so much for sticking with me and for your patience as I lose my marbles again and again. I have so many people I want to thank and dedicate this to. So many people who without them, I probably never would have posted this story or continued writing it. I hope they know who they are and how much they have meant to me. If you have ever left a like, a comment, a reblog, or sent me a message please know how much that means to me. I hope you never hit a red light and that your pillow is always cold at night. You are angels and the world is so much better with you in it. If you got this far you are a gem. I hope to write more on this blog in the future but I am done trying to force myself into a schedule. I want this to be a fun creative outlet not another obligation for me. Thank you for reading and without further ado, our two idiots need a happy ending.

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The card slips from your fingers and falls to the counter, forgotten.

The next morning you wake to the sun shining through a sliver in your curtains. Weird… usually I get waken up by a hungry infant demanding a boob. As soon as the thought crosses your mind you glance over at the crib to the right of the bed. It’s empty. Your nose scrunches in confusion but then the light banging of pots and pans echoing from the kitchen catches your attention.

You slip on your slippers and slowly pad your way to the kitchen. Your limbs still heavy with sleep. You find Chucho dressed and ready in his Sunday best for church as he makes breakfast. Sofia sitting in the high chair babbling away with her grandpa. He softly whistles an old ballad to her as he warms up a bottle. You mumble a greeting to Chucho and he tosses a cheery good morning back. You sweep your hand across Sofia’s forehead pushing the soft brown curls out of the way as you lean down to kiss her.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” You question Chucho as you make your way over to the cabinet to make yourself some tea.

“You were tired and there are bottles out here. I wanted you to rest.” Chucho replies simply with a light pat on your cheek. As if it was the most obvious thing in the world. I mean why else did you pump if not for this reason? Plus he was right, you were exhausted. Sofia had a rough night again. Gotta love sleep regression. Your guess was all the change in her routines. She needed normalcy and stability, and honestly? So did you.

Once the bottle was ready for Sofia, Chucho swoops the baby girl up in his arms to feed her. A soft smile blooms across your face at how sweet Chucho is with Sofia. He has a way with her. She rarely cries when he is around and he has quickly become her favorite person. Your baby girl has Chucho completely wrapped around her finger. This is all you ever wanted for your daughter, Sunday morning breakfasts and a family that is bursting with love. Lost in thought, the creak of a floorboard draws your attention to the doorway. Javier had paused before entering the kitchen, the bags under his eyes were dark and he still had yesterday’s clothes on. Your eyes meet his weary dark orbs, and his frown deepens as he looks back, almost studying you. You shifted under his gaze like a bug under a microscope.

A wave of annoyance begins to build in the pit of your stomach. Javier has no right to judge you when you did nothing wrong in the first place. You straighten your back and cool your expression into one of annoyed indifference. He quickly looks away from you as if your gaze burned him. He makes his way into the room and pats his dad on the shoulder in greeting as he swipes a mug for his coffee.

“You look awful mijo.” Chucho was never one to pull a punch.

“Gee, thanks Pop.” Javier’s voice was devoid of any emotion as he slumped on the counter with his chin pressed to his chest. Javier really did look a mess and he looked pale. You felt the familiar pinprick of tears start to burn your eyes, everything that led you both down this path started with your lie. You want to be furious at him; to yell, scream, smash something, but you can’t move. You are frozen as the quiet guilt rages a war in your brain. You blink and try to will away the traitorous tears threatening to spill and notice Chucho staring at you with a wary gaze. You quickly excuse yourself mumbling about taking a shower. Anything to escape, to give you time to think.

Chucho inhales deeply as he watches you practically sprint out of the kitchen. He turns to his son, brooding and quietly sipping his coffee with his eyes closed. Chucho looks down at Sofia’s milk-drunk, blissed-out expression and slowly walks over to set her down in the pack n’ play set up in the corner of the kitchen. It used to be in the living room but Sofia got fussy when she couldn’t see Chucho cook.

“You know one day you are gonna push people too far and they won’t keep coming back for more.” Chucho stares counting Sofia’s soft breaths as he addresses Javier.

Javier slowly opens his eyes as his jaw rocks. “I know.”

Chucho turns and points down the hall towards where you are, “That woman is at her breaking point. And look at you! Pale and smelling like a chimney. I cannot sit here and watch the two of you destroy each other. Either figure out what you want and fight for it or just stop and let her go.” Chucho’s tone was severe as he verbally lashed his son.

“Pops I-” Javier’s throat was dry and his voice cracked pitifully.

“No. I am taking Sofia to Church. You-” He stabs his pointer finger into Javier’s chest “Are going to talk to her. You are letting your happiness slip away from you. No one is taking it away.” Chucho reaches into his pocket and presses the small black card you left on the counter into Javier’s free hand. “If this is enough to sway you then you are far stupider than I thought you were.”

The card feels cold in Javier’s hand. His dark eyes stare unblinkingly at it. Not even looking up when Chucho leaves the room with Sofia in tow. He turns the thin piece of paper over and over between his fingers. How could he have let something so small, so meaningless burrow under his skin? He knows his father is right. He has to stop letting this fear and insecurity control him and make him lash out at you. He needs to make a choice and he needs to make it now.

“Oh, did Chucho leave?” Your voice, soft and missing its usual melodic tone, tears Javier’s eyes away from the card. There you are standing in the hallway hair still damp from your shower but loosely braided to the side. You have your favorite navy blue linen overalls on, the ones you like to wear to clean around the house. You are a vision of domestic bliss. But he can see the weariness in your eyes. The hollowness that lingers in them now.

Javier clears his throat roughly, shoving the card into his pocket. He has no idea how long he has been standing staring at it. “Uh yeah, he took Sofia to church with him.”

“Oh. Okay.” Your voice is void of emotion or any of your usual lightness. Javier feels stiff and awkward like his limbs are full of sand and he doesn’t know how to be around you anymore.

You turn to walk away from him and Javier starts panicking. Is it too late? Has he pushed you too far?

Before he can talk himself out of it, Javier blurts out the one question he should have asked the day you arrived in Texas. “Can we talk for a second?”

The silence was deafening. You stopped mid-step towards your bedroom and did a half-turn back to him. Your brows furrowed as you studied the man before you. The Javier that stood before you now was not the same Javier you left behind in Colombia. So many things have changed, for both of you. The wrinkles around his eyes have grown more prominent and the gray in his hair is more noticeable. He still stands with his hands on his hips and hunched shoulders, always carrying the weight of the world on his back. But it was something in his eyes, those piercing eyes that once glowed like embers lost that spark and fire, that once spoke to you. Javier’s dark orbs transfixed you, their darkness overwhelming but there was a sadness to them now. A haunting darkness in them that goes deeper than you knew.

“Sure” You held his stare for a moment, trying to maintain a calm demeanor. His eyes widened as if he assumed you’d refuse his request.

Javier quickly shook the surprise from his face and schooled his expression back to its normal frown. He motioned towards the porch and opened the front door for you. You slowly lowered yourself into the nearest rocking chair as Javier leaned on the railing across from you. The crack of the front door shutting echo across the ranch. Javier cleared his throat as he flexed his hands on the railing and stared at a crack in the porch floor. He would kill for a cigarette. Or a bottle of whiskey.

“So, um, what did you want to talk about Javier?” You never used to call him Javier so much. Only when you pretended to be angry at him or when you were teasing him. It used to be fun, hearing you huff it out between laughs or moan it in his ear. Now his name on your lips is a reminder of the mess everything has turned into. Of all the mistakes he’s made. Of the lies, he’s told. All the reasons you left him. All the reasons that he hates himself. No wonder you left and maybe you should again. Maybe that is what’s best.

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“Javier?” You calling his name a second time caught his attention and his eyes finally met yours briefly before looking away again.

“Right. Yeah. I wanted to discuss your plans.” Javier’s hand scrubbed the back of his neck as he avoided your gaze.

“My plans?” You schooled your face into the picture of neutrality.

Javier huffed in frustration, “Yes. Your plans. Shit, you know what I am trying to say here.”

A cold fire lit behind your eyes, a predator eying their prey as they narrowed. “No Javier I don’t. I don’t know what I am doing here. I thought I did, for a moment I thought I knew what you wanted. Now? I am lost. You want to know my plan? I don’t have one. Not since you showed up in Miami and turned my whole life upside down.” You released a heavy breath trying to calm that fire that sparked in your veins.

Javier’s eyes flashed with anger and he set his jaw before he continued pressing, “I know that everything has not been the easiest lately, that I have not been the easiest to deal with-”

You scoff and wrap your arms around yourself. “Because everything was always so perfect between us.”

That struck a chord with Javier. He made mistakes. Tons of them even; but he always did what he thought would protect you. To keep you hidden from his world, from him, and the darkness that followed. He nearly growled his response, “I did what I had to do to keep you away from all that shit. To protect you.”

“Protecting me? Is that what lying to me about sleeping with your informants, all while you were fucking me is? Pretty sure that is exactly the opposite of protection Peña.”

Javier’s eyes turned cold and his next words cut you like a knife, “Well, I didn’t fucking leave without a damn word and hide a child from you.”

“You didn’t exactly give me any reason to stay. I was just a casual fuck to you and we both know if I hadn’t left, you would have.” You internally curse yourself for the tears brimming your eyes. You hate that after everything he still has this power over you, over your emotions.

Javier's whole body goes stiff, his voice is quiet barely audible above the sound of the ranch. “Is that really what you think of me?”

You lock eyes with his. Your anger quickly begins to dissipate the minute you see the pain in his eyes. “I-” You start but stop yourself.

Javier shakes his head as if he can shake the heartbreak away, “No. I don’t want to fight with you. This isn’t coming out right. I didn’t mean to..” But his voice trails off. He is desperately trying to find the words to tell you all the feelings and emotions that have been storming around in his head since the day you left.

It is a minute before either of you speaks. “I didn’t sleep with my informant that night. The one before you left.”

“What?” Your voice is barely a whisper over the frantic beating of your heart thumping in your ears.

“I hadn’t slept with any of them for a while. People just assumed and I never corrected them. I-I didn’t want to. I couldn’t admit to them or myself that you meant more to me than I let on. That you still do. I am sorry that I fucked up so much back then. That I pushed you away and made you feel that I would rather you run away than tell me you were pregnant. I am so sorry.” The tears in Javier’s eyes were clear as day.

“Javier” You slide out of the chair and stood behind him. Before thinking you reached your hand out and touched his shoulder. “No. I am sorry. What I did was unforgivable. I knew how much you did to protect me and I left like that knowing it would scare you. But in that moment, all I wanted was for you to hurt as much as I did. I was stupid and angry. What I did was selfish and cowardly, even if I thought I was protecting Sofia. I should have stayed and fought for this. How can you ever forgive me?”

“I did the moment I saw you with Sofia.” Javier’s hands find their way to your cheeks and he wipes away the tears streaming down them.

“Where do we go from here?” Your hand finds its way to his cheek as you look at Javier.

He rests his forehead on yours, “I don’t know.” He slowly leans in and brushes his lips against yours. Giving you every opportunity to push him away. But you don’t. Your arms wrap around his neck and pull him as close to you as possible, needing the grounding force of his body against yours.

Javier’s hands move to your neck, your waist, your hair, and back to your face. His scent surrounds you. He pours every ounce of emotion within him into this kiss. He pulls you flush against his chest and a whimper falls from your mouth. It only urges him on and he deepens the kiss, sliding his tongue against your bottom lip. Begging you to let him in, to let him taste you again.

You immediately give in to him. To the feelings coursing between the two of you. You reach up and pull his hair and a deep growl reverberates from Javier’s chest. His hands slide their way to your hips, then to your ass and he squeezes. It’s as if he thinks if he lets go of you, this would have all been a dream. His movements are hurried and needy. He is desperate for more of you.

You finally pull away to breathe but Javier just continues kissing down your jaw to your neck. He finds your ear lobe and sucks it into his mouth and pulls. Scraping his teeth on the delicate flesh. “Let’s go inside.” He whispers into your ear but you are jello in his arms. Hardly able to think straight. He slowly starts walking you backwards into the house. As you cross the threshold into the front hall your hands grip his jacket, trying desperately to tear it off him. Javier drags his mouth away from your neck long enough to rip his jacket and shirt off before descending onto your lips again.

This time as he crashes his lips to yours he grabs a handful of your ass and yanks you into him, his leg falling between yours. You let out a sharp gasp which he takes quick advantage of and pushes his tongue into your mouth. It's clumsy and frantic how the two of you grip each other. Trying to get as close as humanly possible. Your back slams into the nearest wall as you reach for the belt loops in Javi’s jeans and drag him impossibly close to you. As he is pressed against you Javi lets a deep groan loose as he drags his teeth down your throat, nibbling and sucking on the sensitive skin, leaving marks as he goes.

You are drowning in him. The sensation of his body pressed against yours, his hands digging into your ass, your thighs, tugging on your hair. The feeling of his lips on yours after so long without him. It's all too overwhelming, this is all you have been thinking about since the day he burst back into your life. Javier pulls away from your neck and brings his hands to the sides of your face.

“Wait, wait… Is this okay?” His voice is gravelly and lower than usual. His deep brown eyes are burning into yours. You want to laugh. Of course, this is more than okay, this is all you crave anymore. Javier. He consumes every waking thought and he invades your dreams. He is the biggest nuisance and he is everything you have wanted.

“No.” The minute the word leaves your mouth Javier shifts to move away from you but you stop him by grabbing his belt and pulling him back in. “No this is not okay. This is perfect.”

The two of you fall back into a familiar dance; your bodies fitting together perfectly, like two harmonies coming together in perfect time. Javier knows exactly which strings to pluck to make you sing, he has every curve, dimple, scar, and stretch mark memorized. As you lay back trying to regulate your heartbeat, you find Javier tracing the new marks on your stomach; gifts from the beautiful daughter you both brought into this world. He lightly runs his fingertips up and down, side to side. Silently adding them to his memory of you. He every so often presses soft kisses on your hairline. After a few silent moments, his eyes finally meet yours, a small smile decorating his face. You reach up and trace the lines at the corners of his eyes. You both have changed so much but at this moment, here, it suddenly feels like no time has passed between the two of you. You are back at his apartment in Colombia with a cool breeze blowing through the window carrying the smell of the Arepa shop down the street.

Javier’s hand paused in its path, “I know we have so much yet to figure out-”

“Please let's not do this now.” You begged him not wanting to ruin this perfect moment.

“Will you ever just let me finish a sentence?” Javier sits up to look down at your face, a playful glint in his chocolate eyes.

You lean up and place a chaste peck on his lips, “Nope.” and try to turn away from him.

“You are gonna want me to finish this one.” Javier takes the chance to playfully pinch your sides and laughs as you yelp and try to squirm away from him. “I know we have a lot to talk about and figure out. But I want you to know that I am all in. I want to build a life with you and our daughter, I want a house and a dog and the fucking white picket fence. I want it all. But I want it with you. I love you. Te Amo mi alma. Tienes todo mi corazón y siempre lo tendrás.”

You stared wide-eyed up at him, completely frozen in place. Javier starts to panic. He pushed you for more than what you were ready for. He said too much too fast. Javier Peña, ever the fucking moron. Why can’t he ever keep his fucking mouth shut? Should he take it back? No that would be so much worse. Javier was so lost in the spiral of self-doubt and intrusive thoughts that he didn’t even notice the tears beginning to overflow out of your eyes or the way that your hand was squeezing his. When you reached up and held his cheeks in your hands he was finally able to silence his thoughts.

“You are everything I have ever wanted and I promise you I will work every day to show you how much I love you and to make up for all the time we lost because I was stupid and scared. You, Javier Peña, are the most frustrating man on the planet. You are stubborn and pig-headed and you make me want to scream half the time. But you are also the most generous, kind-hearted, and selfless man I have ever met. You gave me a daughter and I cannot thank you enough for that gift. I love you with my whole heart and I cannot wait to build a future with you.”

“You scared me there for a second Hermosa. I thought I had lost you there.” Javier quickly wipes a traitorous tear than escaped his eye. “And you have nothing to make up for mi amor.”

“Yes. I do. I am not going anywhere. I am all in.”

Javier leans down and places another soft kiss along your hairline before sitting up and stretching his arms above his head. He slowly stands as you lean your head back and close your eyes, taking in the moment. You hear him rifling through his pants on the floor by the bed, his belt buckle jingling and then softly thumping on the ground.

“Dammit” Javier huffs under his breath and snatches his briefs from the scattered pile of clothes around the floor.

“What's wrong?” You keep your eyes closed starting to feel the tug of sleep starting to drag you under.

“My cigarettes are in my jacket pocket. I’ll be right back.”

Javier closes the door lightly, knowing that you are starting to fall asleep and not wanting to disturb you. He follows the trail of clothes from his bedroom to the hallway until he finds his jacket tossed on top of Sofia’s stroller. He begins digging through the pockets for his pack of cigarettes.

“¿Buscas estos?” Javier turns and sees Chucho leaning in the doorway, the red carton of cigarettes dangling in his hand. “Las cosas salieron bien, ya veo?”

Chucho smirked as he gestured to the random pieces of clothing and shoes tossed around the hallway leading to Javier’s room. Javier cleared his throat awkwardly and snatched the cigarettes out of his dad’s hand. He slides one out and Chucho pulls a lighter out from his back pocket and tosses it to Javier. The cigarette glowed a vibrant orange as Javier lit it and took a long drag before tossing the lighter back to Chucho.

“Uh, sí. Sí, lo hicieron.” Javier returned his father’s smirk with a goofy grin. “Realmente bien. ¿Dónde está Sofía?”

“Dormido. Ni siquiera llegó a comulgar antes de desmayarse.” Chucho turned to walk back into the living room as Javier let the cigarette dangle from his mouth and started collecting the miscellaneous clothing strewn about.

“Recuerda usar protección esta vez. No tenemos lugar para más sorpresas.” Chucho called from the living room. Javier rolled his eyes and made his way back to his room. Back to where you were waiting for him.

Things weren’t perfect. They never would be; you two aren’t exactly saints. But the sight that lay before him in his room reminded him that doesn’t matter. You were curled up in a ball in the middle of his bed with blankets scattered around and halfway on the floor and he could hear your soft snores fill the air. He pulled the blankets around you and contorted himself to fit next to you. He leaned back on the headboard and stared down at your sleeping form silently through the haze and smoke. He could hear Chucho as he moved about in the kitchen. The clangs of pots and pans combined with the soft rhythm of your slow breaths and soft snores. For the first time in a very long time, Javier felt completely at peace. He knew that he would rather fight with you than live another day without you. He knew in that moment that Sofia was the greatest gift to have ever happened to him; that you gave him that gift. He knew that from this day on he will fight, claw, and bleed for the two of you. His little family. Los Amores de su Vida.

2 years later

“This stupid fucking thing” with a deep sigh of exasperation Javier rips the bow tie out from the collar of his dress shirt and tosses it on the floor.

“Why the hell did you even buy the fucking thing. You barely button your shirt most days.” Steve hands Javier a glass of whiskey. “Drink and chill the hell out.”

Javier downs the amber liquid in one go, shoving the glass back into Steve’s waiting hand. “Forgive me for trying to look respectable on my fucking wedding day pendejo.” Javier swiftly unbuttoned the top two buttons and slid on his suit jacket. He stood adjusting and readjusting in the mirror for what felt like an eternity. Everything had to be perfect. You deserved perfect and he will make it happen if it kills him.

Chucho popped his head through the door, “Es hora Mijo.” Javier took a deep, shaky breath and turned to face his father. Chucho smiled and grabbed his son by the sides of his face and pressed his forehead against Javier’s, closing his eyes for a moment, “Estoy tan orgulloso de ti.” Chucho Leaned back and Javier could see tears brimming in his father’s eyes.

“Gracias Papá.” Javier smiled back at Chucho as he smoothed his sweaty palms on his pants.

Chucho glanced at Steve, “Well then, let’s get this show on the road. Vamos.”

Your knuckles were completely white from the death grip you had your bouquet under. Connie had just made her way down the aisle with Sofia as the flower girl, awkwardly toddling in front of her. If her performance at the rehearsal told you anything, she dumped the entire basket of petals immediately over her head. But you don’t care about any of that. You only care that you are marrying the love of your life and the father of your child. The past few months haven’t been easy, you are marrying Javier Peña after all, the man is a well-documented hot head, and frankly, you are no better. The two of you have fought tooth and nail to be together and to build a life, a future.

Of course, nothing ever came easy for the two of you. Soon after you two made up, Javier decided to finally tell you he had to go back to Colombia. Oh, you were angry, for sure. Javier had to sleep in Sofia’s room for a couple of days before you had calmed down enough to talk to him. No matter how angry you were that he didn’t tell you, you knew Javier. He would never be able to rest until the Cali cartel was finished. He never got over being sent home for working with Los Pepes. He had unfinished business and even though you hated the idea, he went to Colombia while you and Sofia stayed in Texas. It was hard. He called. You sent care packages with drawings of Sofia and pictures. It didn’t change the milestones he missed. He did get leave for her first birthday, but it was never going to be long enough.

When you finally heard the familiar crackle of Javier’s truck on the gravel driveway you felt like your heart was going to burst out of your chest. Like you were finally able to take a full breath of air for the first time since the day he left. You had been in the kitchen all morning with Chucho making a welcome lunch. You were covered in flour and didn’t even take your apron off before sprinting outside. You flung the porch door open just as Javier was racing up the stops and launched yourself into his arms, nearly toppling him to the ground. There were tears and kisses and whispers of “I love yous” and “I missed yous” and “you are not leaving again.”

The two of you eventually, begrudgingly, untangled yourselves and Chucho brought a just woken up Sofia to the door. Javier immediately swooped her into his arms and rocked her against his chest. He was able to keep his cool with you but the minute his baby girl was finally in his arms again, he lost all composure and tears began to fall from his eyes. Javier took Sofia into the yard so he could try and get her to walk for him. You plopped down on the porch steps watching them play and babble back and forth. You could watch them for hours.

“Sofia, okay baby girl, walk to Mama. Go find Mama.” Javier walked behind her ready to catch her if she tumbled backward. Though she was walking on her own now, she was still unsteady and fell often and fell hard.

“C’mon baby girl. Come to mommy!” You reached out your arms as Sofia giggled and wobbled her way towards you with Javier in tow. Her stumpy little legs stopped right in front of your lap and you reached for her hands to steady her. As you grabbed her hands, she was holding something in them. She’s been hoarding rocks lately and you reach to grab it only to find that this rock wasn’t in fact a rock at all. It was a small box. “Javier, what is this?”

Javier was kneeling in front of you with his hand on Sofia’s back, “Something I should have done a long time ago.”

Now here you are almost 6 months later and you are waiting to walk down the aisle in front of all of your friends and family.

“Are you ready Mija?” Chucho grabbed your hand and placed it in the crook of his arm.

“More than ready.”

The whole day was a blur. It was full of tears and laughter and pure joy. Now as you sit with Javier on the porch swing gazing at the stars with your head in his lap as he runs his fingers down your back you feel completely at peace, at home.

“I know we said no gifts.” Javier paused his movements as you sat up.

“Javier, you promised.”

“I know but, I couldn’t help myself.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a long slender, black velvet box. “Open it.”

“This is not fair. I don’t have anything for you!” You opened the lid and the tears were almost immediate. Javier may be the grumpiest man alive but he is also the sweetest. Javier bought you a beautiful silver necklace with three gemstones in a line. “Oh Javier, it's beautiful.”

“It's each of our birthstones. Mine, yours, and Sofia’s. I just, I don’t know, thought it would be nice. To have something of our family for you to wear”

“That's so sweet Javi.” You trace the stones with your fingertips, “It’s just that, uhm…”

“What? What’s wrong? Is it the setting? We can change it. We can return it if you don’t like it Hermosa. What is it?” Javier immediately went into fixer mode. He always took it upon himself to fix any problem you had, even the imaginary ones.

“NO. No. Javier, I love it! It’s just that, well, we are going to need to add a stone, that's all.” You looked up at Javier trying to hold back your smile and the tears. Jesus Christ, you didn’t know you had any more tears left.

Javier’s eyebrows scrunched together as he tried to figure out just exactly what you said. He looked at the necklace then back at you and it dawned on him. “What? Wait. Are you serious?” He reached for your hands as a jubilant smile flickered across his face.

“Yes. I found out last month.” He couldn’t contain his excitement as dragged you into his arms and kissed your head, your cheek, your nose, your neck. You couldn’t help but giggle at his excitement. “I wanted it to be a surprise.”

“But…but you were drinking? You had champagne and…and cocktails at dinner.” Javier’s words were rushed. His hands were rubbing up and down your arms, it seemed to be soothing him more than it was you.

“Connie had the bartender make mocktails and give me sparkling cider.” You reached up and wiped the tears off of his cheek.

“We are having a baby?” Javier’s wide dark mahogany eyes pierced yours. The tears already threatening to overflow.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he pulled you into his lap, “We are having a baby.”

Epilogue

Texas thunderstorms are a loud boisterous beast. The rumble of thunder shook the whole house and the cracks of lightning lit up the entire yard. The rain had been nonstop for the last couple of days. So much so that construction on yours Javier’s new home was put on hold until the weather subsided.

It was no worry though, Chucho loved having the house full of laughter and the thump of tiny little feet running around. Sofia definitely gives her Abuelo a run for his money, at just 4 and a half she is feisty as all hell and ALWAYS wants the last word. She has Chucho wrapped around her finger, and she knows it. Mateo is the opposite. He is the most soft-spoken and sensitive 2-year-old. Always trying to play peacemaker.

The rain drops beat against the kitchen window as you gather the marshmallows and steaming mugs of hot chocolate onto a tray. A new addition to the Peña family tradition of playing card games while it rains, hot cocoa, and playing out on the porch so you can sit and listen to the rain. Just like you did with your mom.

You balance the tray on your hip as you awkwardly try to open the screen door to the porch.

“Ay Mija, let me do that!” Chucho pulls Matteo off his lap and sets the book they were reading down. He grabs the tray from you and shoos you away. “Go on. Go, sit down.”

“Thank you, Chucho. I thought the third time would be easier but this one is doing jumping jacks on my kidneys I swear.” You lower yourself onto the porch swing, rubbing your belly absent-mindedly when you turn to Mateo and lift him onto your lap. “Are Papa and Sofia still yelling at each other?” You tickle his sides and his giggle erupts into the air. Mateo lays his head on your chest as you quietly hum and rub his back.

Javier and Sofia are competitive. She knows exactly how to rile him up. They have been playing go fish for an hour, and he has lost four times. You can’t help but laugh at the ridiculous sight of your husband arguing with your toddler about counting cards as if she is a card shark in a casino.

“Here Mateo, pero ten cuidado. It's hot.” Chucho hands Matteo a small mug he got for his birthday. Steve and Connie got it for him, or “Unca Steve” and “Auntie Wonnie” as Mateo calls them. It had brightly colored jellyfish on it and it was from the Florida Aquarium. Steve took Matteo there when he was a baby and he was obsessed with the jellyfish and has been ever since. When we told Steve and Connie that I was pregnant with Mateo, Steve campaigned hard for Steve Jr. He about tackled Javier to the ground in the hospital room when we told him Mateo’s middle name was Esteban.

“Are you two done fighting over there? Your hot chocolate’s gonna get cold.” You took a marshmallow and pelted it at Javier’s head.

“Ay! Hermosa, quit it!” Javier gathered the cards and Sofia ran up to Chucho for her cup. You laughed to yourself as she convinced him to give her extra marshmallows on the side because “it's always good to have a snack with your drink.”

Javier plopped down beside you and Mateo on the swing chewing away on his Nicorette gum. He went cold turkey in preparation for Mateo and hasn’t had one since. He slid his arm around your shoulders rubbing the back of your neck and he playfully tries to steal marshmallows out of Mateo’s mug.

Sofia, after shoving all the marshmallows in her mouth at once, crawls up into Javier’s lap to sip on her drink. Chucho finished divvying out the rest of the mugs to you and Javier before sitting down himself. A silence fell over the Peña household as the pattering of the rain and the rumble of thunder in the distance created a beautiful song.

This blissful moment reminds you of a poem that your mother would read to you at night during loud crashing thunderstorms.

The clouds are shedding tears of joy, They fall with rhythmic beat Upon the earth, and soon destroy Dust dunes and waves of heat.

Each falling drop enforcement bears To river, lake and rill, And sweet refreshment gladly shares With wooded dell and hill.

Every flower, bud and leaf, Each blossom, branch and tree Distills the rain, 'tis my belief, To feed the honey bee.

I pity every wretch I find Who, frowning in disdain, Is deaf and dumb and also blind To beauty in the rain.

Rain causes destruction. Rain causes chaos. It is loud and booming. But rain also creates beauty. Rain creates stillness. It is also soft and peaceful. To find the beauty in the rain you have to look deeper beyond the noise and chaos. Only then will you discover the beauty in the rain.

You and Javier have been through so much together. Colombia was a difficult time and then everything that happened after. It nearly destroyed you both. You fought and yelled and screamed. You hurt each other. But you did not give up on each other. Together you tried to find the beauty beyond the chaos of your lives. You forgave each other. You worked together to create the beautiful life you now live. It is not always easy. But you both show up every day for each other.

The airy, fresh scent of petrichor filled your nose as the rain droplets thrummed away on the roof of the porch. Javier leaned over and kissed your head as his free hand fell to your protruding stomach. The scene around you was beautiful and a treasure hard-won. A teary smile spreads across your face as you bask in the outpour of love that fills the porch and this home. This moment, this life, this family, Chucho, your children, Javier. They are your beauty in the rain. They are what makes the chaos and strife worth it. They cleanse away the dust and hurt of the past to make life beautiful and vibrant and full of laughter, light, and love. You have spent your whole life searching and now find comfort in the fact you have finally found your very own beauty in the rain.

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Spanish Translations:

Mijo - My son

Mija - My daughter

Te amo - I love you

Tienes todo mi corazón y siempre lo tendrás - You have all my heart and always will

Hermosa - Beautiful

Mi Amor - My love

¿Buscas estos? - Looking for these?

Las cosas salieronien ya veo? - Things went well I see?

Sí. Sí, lo hicieron - Uh, yes. Yes, they did.

Realmente bien. ¿Dónde está Sofía? - Really well. Where is Sofia?

Dormido. Ni siquiera llegó a comulgar antes de desmayarse - Asleep. She didn't even get to communion before she passed out

Recuerda usar protección esta vez. No tenemos lugar para más sorpresas - Remember to use protection this time. We have no room for more surprises

Llos amores de su vida. - The loves of his life

Vamos - C’mon

Pero ten Cuidado - but be careful

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engbergeurovacay23 · 9 months

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Thursday was the day we left Barcelona, but we didn't leave until about 5:00 p.m. We thought we were going to get up a bit earlier on Thursday morning and go to La Boqueria market, because I had such fond memories of being so amazed and taken aback by it when I went about 13 years ago. I just love markets in big cities like that! But suffice to say, we didn't get up and at 'em as early as we would have liked on Thursday because the kids have been staying up just too, too late!

I slept all right on Wednesday night but did have about an hour of sleeplessness around 5:00 a.m. That seems to be happening somewhat regularly over these last few days. Anyway, on Thursday morning, I completed the final dealings with some laundry, as seems to be the usual for me (I am kind of a fanatic about it), and then we realized, at about 10:00 a.m., that Eric should start walking over to the Sixt rental car location to pick up our car and drive back and get us, by our 11:00 a.m. check-out. So I wrangled the children and packed up all of our things that weren't pulled together. We were indeed out of the apartment by 11:00 a.m., running into Antonio, our host, on the sidewalk outside, as he met the new guests, who were coming to store their luggage while the apartment was cleaned.

After Eric picked us up in our Volkswagen rental car (a T-Cross), we made our way, very slowly and through traffic and just general European-city driving chaos, towards Park Guell. I had booked a parking spot at a structure near there on an app, and eventually we made it, and entered the Park Guell around 1:00 p.m.

Let me tell you --and not to sound like a broken record, but-- it was extraordinarily hot and humid in the park. You would think that in a circumstance like this, there might be people selling beverages and water and little cafes scattered around the park like in many a large city park, to fuel and hydrate people, but not at the Park Guell. Anyway, the park was quite the sight to see, with all kinds of amazing plazas and walkways and structures, all by Gaudi, executed beautifully. I guess it was only 5 years ago that people had to begin paying to go into the park.

Well, we walked all over to the designated "sites to see" in the park and it was the mosaic areas that were most popular with people, and were pretty clogged up with folks trying to take their picture with beautiful mosaics and vista backgrounds (as we did, too). Some people I thought were quite rude in those circumstances and took like a dozen different shots in different poses to get just the "right one" they wanted to post on their socials, despite the fact that there were tens of people waiting to take a photo in the same spot afterwards, such as by the mosaic-tile gecko (or iguana?).

There were also some people that I thought were dressed much more "for fashion" than they were for heat and functionality! I mean, I don't want to take people's personal expressions of fashion away from them, and as everybody knows, I'm not one to do makeup any day, nor my hair everyday, so I should not really weigh in here, but there were some people wearing pretty fancy outfits to the Park Guell that had me thinking, man, that must be pretty uncomfortable and pretty hot and sweaty! Perhaps in my "middle age" I think much more about functionality 😆 Although, I do think everyone in my family managed to be both sensible and very cute and fashionable at the same time ;) And it should be stated that Spaniards in Madrid and Barcelona, and just Europeans in general (from our prior visits), seem to invest a lot more attention (than Americans, perhaps maybe just Americans not in major metros) in getting ready fashion-wise for each day. I do respect that. But, I suppose making sweeping generalizations is not wise. After all, I do teach my student not to do that ;)

From Park Guell, we decided not to get our car out of the parking garage but rather to take a taxi to the Sagrada Familia for the tour we booked. We got to the Julià Travel office, where our tour was going to begin, and we had some time to spare, so we walked to get something to eat and ended up at a "supermercat," which the kids thought was hilarious to pronounce as "super-meerkat." We got a really odd assortment of foods: dried apricots, almonds, a protein yogurt drink, two yogurts with muesli, and a slice of Spanish potato torte ("tortilla español"). We were sated after this picnic and then, the tour was ready to begin!

We followed our guide, Cristina, who had a beautiful Catalan accent (and the way she pronounced "Jesús" was mesmerizing--and there was a lot of mention of Jesús). We crossed the street from the travel office and entered La Sagrada Familia. If you don't know about it and didn't look it up after I mentioned it in a previous post, do look it up now! What a masterpiece it is--and so mind-bendingly huge! Even if you're not, a) an architecture fan, or b) Catholic, you'll probably still be impressed by it. I mean, if you're an extreme stained-glass fan, you'll be bowled over by it. Eric and I visited about 13 years ago, and there has even been some progress on Gaudi's original vision, bringing it closer towards completion, since then. It's been under construction for over a hundred years.

Apparently, La Sagrada Familia sees 50,000 tourists a day. I absolutely believe that. On our tour, we each had a little radio and ear-buds so we could hear our guide. She had so much helpful and enlightening information. The tour was only 1.5 hours and that was perfect for our kids' attention-span -- and our needs to get on the road to the Costa Brava!

And get on the road we did. By 5:30 p.m., we were en route to L'Estartit, on the coast -- La Costa Brava, to be specific. We were on interstate most of the way, but once we left the interstate and were on smaller two-lane highway, we noticed some pretty interesting-looking large stores, sort of Ikea-ish, off the roadside. One was what we referred to as a "booze shop," so big that we could not tell whether it was a warehouse, manufacturing facility, or store. Eric decided we had to loop back to find out. And it turned out to be like a Costco-sized store dedicated to beer, liquor, and wine. I gather that with a wine-drinking culture like they have in these parts, a store like that is in demand!

We arrived to our place around 8 p.m. but it was very hard to get the kids to bed. Before we even tried, we walked down to the beach and got some quick groceries at the Spar supermercat and then ate a very easy dinner (pasta, basically)-- well, the kids' dinner was easy. I made something more elaborate for Eric and I because I could not resist using the fresh tomatoes, eggplant, and bell peppers the hosts left us from their garden! Gorgeous! Poor Rowan couldn't actually settle in and fall asleep until like 1 a.m.! It was pretty hot upstairs, even though we turned all of the a/c units on, but there was not one in the kids' room itself. The room did eventually cool down, but it was steamy at first.

Anyway, this post has been long enough, but I have to talk about the Fort-Knox-style security measures that these holiday homes have in my next post. It really was puzzling to me and Eric -- like, belt+suspenders+another belt+a gate . . . you get the metaphor ;) It is now Thursday evening and I am going to sign off. I will tell you of our Thursday adventures on the beautiful Costa Brava in my next post!

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getmemymicroscope · 1 year

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So, let's start with the obvious. This movie is definitely entertaining. Salman's guest appearance is entertaining/hilarious, and the 'masala' factor is clearly there. I wouldn't say I enjoyed it more than, say, Singham or Simmba (though, the overall plot point in Simmba was more painful) or something, but it was definitely entertaining. And, as for the YRF 'spy universe,' I definitely preferred this to the Tiger movies and War (War's War-like twist, which I only knew cuz I had watched War not much before, aside).

But is this movie "movie of the year" award quality? No. I was reading something recently about the Oscar and how occasionally (frequently?) good movies miss out because some movies are made in an 'award-friendly' manner (in the Oscars, they seem to vote for those weird 'awardy' movies as opposed to like anything that entertains), and this movie is definitely in that category of awardy (unlike the Oscars, Bollywood movie awards are definitely a popularity contest, and being SRK's first movie in years - and first entertaining, ?good?, movie in even longer - is all you really need to be award-worthy, and pretty much guarantees them a clean sweep; which is unfortunate, because it's not deserving of that).

Stylish action? Sure. Good, clean, well-written plot? No way in hell. But that's not why you're watching this movie anyways.

There were so many things that brought back memories of other movies - Darr was blatantly obvious; when they're racing up the train, it almost felt like their "race" in the song Yeh Bandhan Toh in Karan Arjun; the on-screen text, and the Deepika/John very predictable dynamic of 'with him, not with him, with him, not with him,' and the flying wings, were all reminders of Race; John with the motorcyles, and some of his dialogues, and the camera angles as him and SRK are talking atop that truck, were very Dhoom-like; the sequence in the snow and on the ice almost felt like a callback to (multiple) Bond movies.

That controversy around that song was obviously pointless - just stupid losers getting butt-hurt about nothing - but, god, that song was just not good. I guess it helped build up some anticipation for the song, but yikes. Jhoome Jo Pathaan was slightly better. The background music in the action sequences and with John was pretty cool.

Much like War before it, this movie suffered from what felt like just 'too much.' It kept dragging on at the end, as if it didn't want to end. The bit was Dimple dragged on - I get they're trying to be patriotic, but it just plain dragged, and her "embrace your death" sentiment (why are you taking your helmet off if it isn't doing any good, but also not any harm?) before ultimately just offing herself just felt blah. They stop John, but he tricks them; they stop John, but he tricks them; they stop John, but he tricks them - just over-and-over again. What they really needed to do, and Bollywood never would do, is have Deepika actually be on his team. We already know the whole set-up, which takes half of the fucking movie, is going to happen exactly like it is - and we also know that eventually she's going to change her mind. Tiger-like, even. (Even John Abraham jokes about this at one of the 'ends,' because even he knows how predictable this is).

Could SRK actually take John on in a one-on-one fight? I don't think so. And, unrelated, how'd he pull that switcheroo at the end?

Don't get me wrong - I was definitely entertained (up until I was bored, but then it became a bit entertaining again, maybe, at the end). I also realize that after his recent failures, this movie is going to 'save' Bollywood (also because Bollywood has been a shitshow as of late) - but that doesn't make it 'best movie' or anything. That just makes it an entertaining flick - and if, at the end of this year, this is the best Bollywood movie to have released, it's going to be another down year for Bollywood.

#movies #gmmm does bollywood #movieblr #gmmm does movies

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ap-kinda-lit · 2 years

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the heart wants what the heart wants

Rating: K+ A NejiTen oneshot So much fluff you'll probably get diabetes

It was the popular belief that kunoichi, female ninjas, were dangerous seductresses. They would tempt their targets and lure them in with their charms and looks then go in for the kill. A natural part of the job for all kunoichi, right? Well, not really. There were some kunoichi who dabbled in seduction, but it was just some, not all. There were also some kunoichi who didn't do any flirting or seduction of any sort.

Some of these kunoichi had their reasons. Often times it was because they didn't really want but it was also mostly because, well, they just...couldn't. There were various explanations, but the simplest, and most common one, came in three categories: Hinata, Sakura, and Tenten. For Sakura, it wasn't in her skillset. As beautiful as she was and had an almost magical effect of turning men's heads, she was more valued in the medical field. That and everyone knew that merely suggesting such a task for her would be begging to incur the hellish wrath of her very protective and very terrifying boyfriend, Sasuke Uchiha. Next, there was Hinata. Poor, sweet, innocent, bashful, too good for this world Hinata Hyuga. That right there didn't need an explanation. And then there was Tenten.

Tenten was a very attractive girl, she was a doll. Let's not forget that she was a very talented ninja and an impressive weapons expert. Weapons were a specialty she was unparalleled in. Flirting...not so much. That girl could not flirt to save her life. Maybe it was her tomboyish character or her ignorance in romance and attraction, but for whatever reason she was a hot mess. When she did try, Tenten was awkward and embarrassing. The best she could do was smile, bat her eyes (which was a given thanks to her naturally darling eyes), and muster up an innocent question and small talk. Besides that, it was just cringey pick-up lines and her getting nervous and awkward and just being a dork. Not that it really mattered to Tenten, of course. She wasn't interested in that stuff anyway. Weapons and ninjutsu were her more her speed. Besides, why was flirting in the ninja skillset in the first place? Why should kunoichi be temptresses? It didn't sit right with her inner feminist.

For a long while, Tenten's inability in seduction never really bothered her nor did she ever need it. She was perfectly content with what she was good at and what she knew. Well that changed at a point because, unfortunately, there's no place for weapons and ninjutsu in love and relationships. Even if your significant other is a ninja too. At first, she was doing fine with just her acts of kindness and hidden affectionate gestures towards Neji, the object of her affections. It seemed to work pretty well because soon they were an item. In some twisted form of irony, that was when her terrible flirting started to gnaw at her. Tenten loved Neji and wanted to show it. She wanted to sweep him off his feet and make him blush, catch him off guard, give him butterflies, leave him speechless. But how could she do that without making a fool of herself? All she could do was wing it with her fingers crossed. So she did...and it went as expected. Well, for the first half. It happened while en route from a mission. They were leaping from tree to tree when Tenten landed on a branch that turned out to be too weak and gave out under her. She would have fallen to the ground and surely broken something had Neji not dove in after her, grabbed her, and tucked her against his chest as he landed underneath her to break her fall. Neither of them were injured, with the exception of Neji scraping his back. As a show of thanks, Tenten treated his back afterwards. As she was bandaging the scrapes on his back, she smiled to herself and said, loud enough for him to hear, "I guess you could say you've fallen for me, huh?" Tenten waited in silent anticipation for Neji to react. He said nothing, he only stared straight ahead. Dread and embarrassment settled in Tenten and she mentally kicked herself. Before she could physically do it, though, she noticed the tips of Neji's ears turning pink. She leaned in to get a better look at him. Neji tried to move his head to keep her from seeing his face, but Tenten managed to get a decent look. To her surprise and utter delight, he was beet red. Neji was blushing! Because of her!

As it turned out, Hinata wasn't the only Hyuga with a tendency to get flustered over her crush. The great Neji Hyuga was just as embarrassing in flirting as Tenten was, but in a different way. One that worked perfectly with the weapons mistress. No matter what pick up line Tenten used on him or how it cringey it was, Neji would be reduced to a blushing, speechless mess. Hell, she could just tell him how cute he was and that genius brain of his would crash like an overloaded computer. To Lee it was the most romantic thing in the world, while everyone else felt second hand embarrassment or laughed at the two dorky lovebirds, but even the doubters had to agree that it was pretty sweet how they worked so well with each other. They were a hot mess, but they were hot mess match made in heaven.

#dorks in love #nejiten #neji x tenten #drabble #oneshot #one shot #fanfic #fanfiction #naruto #neji hyuga #tenten

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masterjedilenawrites · 3 years

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✨❤️Mjiniunuihuyvugvguvhuvuuhvuh whyyyyy is your writing soooooo good??? can i request the clones + bad batch with a jedi s/o please? 🥺

Well isn't this a popular request? 😄 Guess I'd better dive in to this Clone x Jedi dynamic already!

Rex has mastered the balance between friendliness and respectful distance when it comes to the Jedi. He has no problems becoming friends with them (at least the good ones), but he's careful to keep things simple, easygoing, just as the Jedi themselves do. That is, until one in particular sweeps him off his feet. They're like the other half of himself he didn't know was missing. They understand each other, enjoy each other's company. It takes a bit of time for them to dare express these feelings aloud, though it's hardly necessary since it's so obvious to everyone just how in love they are, how perfect they are together.

Cody and Wolffe would take a long, long time to fall in love with a Jedi. They are very devoted to their duties as soldiers, commanders, no less. And they are respectful of the beliefs of the Jedi they serve. A relationship outside of "work" would not cross their minds as a possibility until they'd been with that Jedi for quite some time. With each shared experience, whether on the battlefield or in a debriefing, life-or-death or peace-and-quiet, they develop a bond full of trust, respect, and care. It's only within the deepest, most private part of their hearts that they also call it love.

Jesse, Tup, and Crosshair would also follow more of a slow-burn path, but more so because they don't believe they are worthy of that Jedi's love. Whether it's a padawan or a general, they see that Jedi as being so good, so pure of heart, so deserving of a love that must come from someone just as good as they are, not from a scruffy, lowly, battle-hardened clone like them. The problem is that even with their self-doubt, they still can't help but yearn for them anyway. They're like a moth drawn to a lamp, unable to completely resist the lure of something so brilliantly beautiful.

Fox, Fives, and Hardcase are a bit more rebellious in their nature. It's not that they don't take the roles they all play seriously, but they're also dreamers... idealists... Don't they deserve love, too, clones and Jedi alike? Who's to say they can't find a way to be together, to make it work while still staying true to themselves? Especially if they're already working with the Jedi in some capacity, it'll be that much easier to fall for them. They will be forward and honest with their feelings, first in confessing to the Jedi, and then to a select, trusted few who can help them navigate the taboo relationship.

Kix and Dogma are content to pine from afar. They wouldn't ever want to get the Jedi in trouble, or make them have to choose. And so they find discreet ways to love their Jedi. Going above and beyond on missions to support them, lending an ear if they need to talk, giving little gifts or pep talks to cheer them up. It would be up to the Jedi, who undoubtedly senses the feelings behind the gestures, to either let them have their innocent crush, or address it and ask for something more. They may hesitate at first, but eventually can't help but agree to give it a try.

Hunter, Tech, and Wrecker don't have the same conflicts that some of the regs do. Having been set apart as different their whole lives, they don't have problems getting romantically involved with anyone, even with a Jedi. If they happened to meet a Jedi they found attractive and likable, and who gave indication they felt the same, they'd go for it. They'd still be respectful of any privacy or secrecy the Jedi asked for, and wouldn't push for any further intimacy if they were uncomfortable. Maybe they don't exactly have a long-term plan for the relationship, but their love for them in the present is no less genuine.

Echo doesn't give a shit (pardon the fruity language). But honestly, he's so tired, and even though there's still that part of him that likes things to be a certain way, that clings on to the shoulds and should-nots, he's also aware he's been given a second chance at life, and why should he waste it following tiresome rules? He doesn't just fall in love, he jumps in, knowing the exact risks and rewards that will come from it. With a Jedi, he is patient and steadfast and affectionate. He wants to provide for them, even if they can take care of themselves. They are his whole galaxy. (Pre-Citadel headcanon here)

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roseymess · 2 years

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Hii! I wanted to join your new ship! I absolutely love love love the idea! How are you so creative😫💪?

My royal aesthetic is like a dark academia aesthetic. Like so:

My favorite emoji is 😫 and the kpop group I would like is BTS! Thank you so much pretty <3

Hey!! Thank you so much for the complement 🥺🥰🥰

In BTS I ship you with....

Jimin

You were one of the princesses. The middle one. Your elder sister,Grace(let's say) was going to be the future Queen. Her groom had already been chosen from the next kingdom. In this kingdom,things go differently. The women are more authoritative and more powerful than men. You all have crown Princess,queens and women as chief royals. And of course,the reverse harem. Your elder sister had many husbands,second man-in,the royal male consort,and many. Your younger sister was quite the heart breaker,fooling around with men from all age.

Then there was you,all alone,in your own world. But still you were famous for your art,your wit and your dresses. Everything you wore would immediately become popular among the women in the. kingdom. Your swordman ship was also praised. And so were your fighting skills. Usually,you went with your sister Grace to a the wars. And won them. Ladies and queens from other Kingdoms wanted to be you. But you didnt care about all the fame. You had the beauty,the art and the skill. For you,longed for one true love. You were never interested in fooling around. You felt you were too shy for those things. You would imagine a man,coming and sweeping you off your feet. Someone whom you could protect,someone who would protect you in return. You wanted a fairy tale.

A royal ball was announced for your younger sister. Your parents were done with her days of fooling around and now wanted her to settle. You were also getting ready. You wore a beautiful black and red dress. Your lips red,your hair in a messy bun. You looked beautiful. Your red tiara dawning on your head. Of course,the theme was peach,pink and white.

You came in with black,red and dark aura. And everyone stopped and looked at you. Of course your sisters were proud of you,once again for not falling for the trend. Your eyes scanned the place. Many handsome men were present. Beautiful ladies as well. You took a wine glass and kept roaming around the place. You weren't in a mood to dance. You just stopped at one corner and drank your glass.

After sometime,as you were looking at your shoes,you heard a soft angelic voice. You looked up. A man,maybe in his kid twenties. Parted blond hair. Fair skin,plump lips, crescent eyes that were smiling, beautiful dimples. "Cute" you thought. But you knew,the man was far from cute. He looked like an angel. He was wearing a white suit. And he looked perfect,so beautiful and pure. "Princess? Are you there?" He asked,you were so lost ,that you didn't realise that he was talking to you. "uh yes,sorry pardon me" you spoke . " Its okay Princess,I asked if it would be okay if I asked your hand for a dance. The ball is almost over and I couldn't help but notice that you were standing here all evening,so if you would like to dance to the last song with me?" He asked, politely. Well,he was handsome,good looking. And he stalked you. So....

" Wow,you dance so well Princes,no one would have had any idea had you been stuck in that corner all evening" Jimin,the man whose name now you know,said. " Well,I never really cared. I liked staying alone. Idk why even i am famous" you said smirking,as if you didn't know. Jimin smiled at your words. He had already found you extremely charming. He had heard about you a lot in his kingdom and today he wanted to see you for himself. And definitely,he did right. You were absolutely the girl he always dreamnt about. Maybe not everyone's ideal but for him. He would often dream about a girl like you,in red, waiting for him. But he knew it's too good to be true. As he must return to his home when the clock strikes 12(gotcha😏🤭). You were the princess,while he could only afford to come here today through the help of the royal guard,who is his brother. He heard stories about you through the letters his brother would send him. And his dream came true.

You two soon left the ball room after the dance. You two were now, strolling in the garden,side by side. You had found the man quite attractive and of course, charming. You wanted to know more about him.

" So what's your dream, Jimin" you asked

" To be a fighter,yk,like a knight in armour" hearing his answer,you smiled.

" Well then,care for a challenge?" You said.

Of course, Jimin knew about your skills. But he had skills too. "Uh sure Princess-" he couldn't complete it but soon the clock striked 11:55 pm. His brother was already at the gate waiting with his castle way back home.

Jimin knew his dream reality is coming to an end. But he wanted it to last.

"Princess,i have loved and enjoyed every moment with you. And I wish I had more time. But i must leave now." He said and have you a bracelet. You saw he was wearing a similar one,just that his had a small lock attached to his one. Yours had a key. " Please keep this ,as a memory of tonight. I would love to dream of tonight for the rest of my life. And keep my lock bracelet as a memento. I must hurry now Princess. Have a good night" he said and soon he disappeared. You tried to chase him but the other ladies there pulled you in their conversation.

Months later.

You still think of that man. And you keep hoping you would see him again. You were now getting ready to train your new batch of armys. You went to the ground. But what shocked you the most was seeing Jimin, the man who had your heart locked to his gaze,there in the batch. He also looked stunned to see you and was expecting you to be mad. But all you did was smile,before you went on to command them. Knowing full well,Jimin would have to stay back for his punishment.

Hope you liked your ship. Sorry I got carried away. Please leave a feedback 🥰🥰🥰

#bts ships #royal au #aesthetic #kpop ships

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iillusionsxbay · 4 years

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𝑩𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑰 𝑮𝒐 ||𝓞𝓲𝓴𝓪𝔀𝓪 𝔁 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓼𝓽 ||

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭

𝐓𝐰: 𝐒𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡

𝐋𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡:

𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠: 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐠𝐨 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐄𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡

Y/n pov.

The constant sound of the life support beeping was the only thing that managed to keep my mind occupied. my clothes stained with the color red as well as the open cuts and brusises adding to the collection of the ones I self Implanted. I found myself pondering of what went wrong. My parents were great ones, supportive, always there for comfort when needed. Was it the time I was bullied? Or could it be the First year of my highschool life, where I met him. The tall guy with dark brown hair that managed to sweep perfect to the outside, his eyes were brown as well, I probably always managed to find myself lost in them. I Can't tell what I liked about him the most. His stupid smile, or his cocky grin, his narcissistic attitude that nobody could really handle, all of it I found attractive. It was by the second year he started to notice me, I watched all his games, seeing how much he adores the sport filled me with admiration. I wanted to be something or someone as amazing as him, so I signed up for the manager position. That's when we grew closer, I always found myslef staring at him, and him staringn at me. Was there something on my face perhaps? I never knew cause he never seemed to have wanted to approach me. That was until the school festival. When all of his teammates weren't arround he pulled me aside, and said the 3 words I never thought I would ever hear In my life time "I like you" My heart honestly never raced so fast before I felt like it was going to pop out of my chest.

Then before my very eyes we were a couple. The team supported it with a few teasing here and there but it made us laugh in the end.All the dates we went to, the things he bought me for my birthday, our first kiss, all these moments felt my heart and filled me with joy. So what went wrong? We never fought, that was until I felt myself growing insecure. With his popularity growing, I felt us getting more distant, him hanging out with his fangirls more then his own girlfriend. I started to believe I was going to be replaced and began staring at the mirror, and began eating less. Soon my parents noticed, of course they would when their daughter is slowly begining to look as equivalent to a bone, so I began eating again, but everything I ate I threw up. In hopes to look "beautiful" to him again. We walked home together one day, hand in hand and went to his place. He seemed to notice my pale face and asked. "What's wrong? You look sick" which I only replied with "nothing im alright" trying my best to smile. But he wasn't having it. "You're not you look like a zombie y/n." I felt a attacked, so I naturally darted back. "Well now you seem to notice, cause you seem to be so busy dealing with those fangirls of yours then!" This seemed to taken him a back, he frowned and looked at me, with probably one of the looks I'll never forget. "Im sorry but I cant just ignore them! You knew this was going to happen anyways, if you don't like it then leave!." When he said that, I felt mt heart shatter into a million peices completely withered away with a single sentence. The tears that trinkled down my face as I smiled sadly and ran. I went to the school and ran up to the rooftop, I didn't care if my feet hurt, or if i was out of breath, I wanted it to stop, the tears, this feeling, all of it. So I took a deep breathe before standing on the ledge gazing at the sakura trees, where we had our first kiss. The only feeling that washed through me was remorse and pain, I grabbed my note book and ripped open a peice of paper an wrote a note.

𝓢𝓸𝓻𝓻𝔂 𝓬𝓪𝓷'𝓽 𝓼𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝔀

𝓢𝓸𝓻𝓻𝔂 𝓘 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓱𝓸𝔀

𝓢𝓸𝓻𝓻𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮'𝓼 𝓷𝓸 𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓸𝓾𝓽

𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷

𝓒𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝔂 𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓘 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶

𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓘'𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶

𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓘'𝓶 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓼𝓸𝓻𝓻𝔂

𝓒𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝔂 𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓘 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶

𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓘'𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶

𝓢𝓸𝓻𝓻𝔂

- y/n

My fingers trembled as I held it in my hand, slowly placing it on the ledge, taking my shoes off palcing them down neatly to the side. I went back to the edge and stood there, closing my eyes and breathing in. Feeling my whole body tremble with fear, hearing the tiny voice behind me telling me "it's not too late" and "you can always turn back" I took one last look at the view smiling humming the soft tune to the song I loved so dearly and jumped.

Everything went black, all I heard was the ambulance, and screams as everything faded.

And thats how I'm here. Taking my last breaths. I know this, but the doctor wont tell me. My mother and father beside me crying their eyes out, asking me where they went wrong. But it wasn't them. They did everything in their power to raise their daughter, It was me, I could never live up to the expectations of beauty, and it killed me. I slowly turned my head to them and squeezed my mothers hand tight "I love you both so so much, it was not your fault but my own, im just glad your here with me" I could hear my mother sobbing, but I couldn't look her in the eyes the pain I already feel is too much seeing them would be unbearable. My fathers voice hitched, I knew he was trying not to break into tears, for my sake and moms. I closed my eyes and felt my fingers grow numb, as my whole life flashed before me again. I heard footsteps, so quick it caught me off gaurd. I kept my eyes closed untill I heard a familiar voice. "Y/n?" I slowly opened my eyes and saw him. The boy that I fell so hard for. The one that made me feel like I was on cloud nine. All I could do was smile, in attemtps to make him smile. Knowning that it wouldnt work, he made his way beside me cupping my cheek with his hand ever so gently. "Im sorry" he painfully spoke I felt something wet and warm hit my cheek as I looked him in the eyes, seeing him crying

"I didn't mean it, I didn't know y/n please don't go" he was trying notmto break infront of my parents that are already in pain. I weakly reach for the hand that touched my cheek and said "Sorry can't save me now, sorry I don't know how, sorry there's no way out" he shook his head, "that's not true you'll be fine y/n I promise you will be, and I promise I'll never leave you I'll ditch the fangirls. They don't matter, we can play volleyball together like we used to and go on dates, just please dont go" I felt his tears drop on me at a rapid pace, making me tear up too, maybe if I talked to him this wouldn't have happened. But thats too late. I pulled him in for a kiss, his lips were still so soft, but dry. I felt his hand he placed on my cheek begin to shake. I pulled away and smiled before weakily closing my eyes and taking a breath, forcing out my last words

"Call my friends and tell them that I love them And I'll miss them, I love you mom and dad, and Oikawa, dear I love you, and im so sorry" I felt my whole body grow numb and heard the life support grow silent I could hear Oikawa, scream for me, in hopes I would wake up and hug him. But sometimes fairytales don't come true. The light was soon replaced with darkness as everythingnwent quite

So this is it.

#haikyuu oikawa #Angst #oneshot #haikyuu!!#oikawa angst #SoundCloud

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darktypeimagines · 4 years

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Could I ask for headcanons of Leon and Raihan reacting to their s/o defeating them with pure strategy? And s/o didn't use Mega Evolution or Dynamaxing. (Since s/o's from Unova, they wouldn't know how to do either of those things.)

(part 2 of ask) Oh! Sorry, I forgot to add that for the request with Unova s/o defeating Leon and Raihan without Dynamaxing or Mega Evolution, I would like it separately please. And headcanons, I’m not sure if I included that too.

Not sure how old you are, anon, but for those of us who have been around a while… we ALL know are collective child brains would’ve EXPLODED if we learned about Mega-Evolution and Dynamaxing! Oh, the rumors that would’ve started!

This one was a little hard for me. I am by no means a competitive player, and usually only use simple strategies myself. I like Pokemon for the characters and the journey, myself. Not so much the actual battles. I also tried to keep things vague, but it’s hard to not use specific Pokemon. So, there were a few specific Pokemon in there. Finally, for some reason, I wrote Raihan pre-relationship and Leon present relationship. Don’t know why, that’s how it came out. Hope you like it, though.

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Things were so much simpler in Unova. Sure, your region had triple and rotation battles. But Pokemon evolving temporarily mid-battle? GIANT POKEMON?! Nope. You were aware of the techniques, but… you made it this far without them. Why learn now? They seemed kinda gimmick-y, in your opinion.

As you traveled the world, you found stranger and stranger things. Mega Evolution in Kalos, Pokemon from other worlds (dimensions?) in Alola… And then Dynamaxing in Galar. You cleared all these challenges using the techniques and strategies you learned over the years.

While you weren’t on the gym challenge, you decided to test yourself against many of the stronger trainers in each country. This included Galar, which had the strangest restrictions on even entering the gym challenge. A letter of recommendation was needed to even participate?!

A few gym leaders were confused by your request to battle. When you made it clear that you were known worldwide as an expert, some asked why you didn’t just join the challenge. It just wasn’t your aim.

Raihan

You were a bit excited to finally fight Raihan. You saved him as the last gym leader in your personal challenge; he was the eighth gym leader, after all. But throughout your travels, you had heard about his battle style. Double battles? Weather manipulation? This sounded right up your alley; weather wars were all the rage in Unova, after all!

When you introduced yourself and your request, Raihan thought it was pretty cool that you were doing this! And not even for fame or badges; it was just to test yourself and your team. He admired this, and gladly accepted your challenge.

The two of you met at the gym after hours. It was a bit eerie. The castle the gym was located in was quiet and dark; luckily, Raihan got the lights early on.

You knew a bit about his tactics from just a bit of research. Which, by research, you meant stalking his social media accounts. He made a few viral videos (one of which became a meme) with him using sandstorm in ridiculous situations, one of which featured a popular electronic song of the same name. So, it seems he was found of using sandstorm in battle.

With this in mind, you sent out a ground type and a steel type as leads. Raihan’s sent out Flygon and Gigalith, the latter which set up sandstorm with its ability, Sandsteam. Your Pokemon resisted it.

You always liked keeping odd moves on your Pokemon. It kept your opponents on their toes! For dragon types, you always kept ice beam on a couple Pokemon on your team. This time, it was on your lead ground type, and you blasted Flygon with it. Flygon is doubly weak to ice types, so that did quite a bit of damage!

You did quite a bit of damage with your ice-weilding ground type before it finally fainted. At this point, you pulled out two new Pokemon. One with levitate. And one with the move Earthquake. A classic combination.

You didn’t know this beforehand, but most of Raihan’s team was ground and rock weak. So, Earthquake did a number on the rest of his team, even his Gigantamaxed Duraludon. And with that, you ended up winning.

Raihan loved your use of strategy! It had been quite a while since he had fought such a tough opponent; only Leon gave him that much trouble nowadays.

Asked if you could come by now and then and give him a challenge. He thought it might be a good way to train, hopefully to make him and his team strong enough to finally defeat Leon. You agreed, and through this, you eventually became close to him and started dating.

Yes, you battle frequently while dating. And, you two play at changing the weather back and forth. It’s a bit frustrating, but you eventually won each time.

Joked that while he couldn’t beat Leon, you definitely could! Maybe you should try to find out…

Leon

After you challenged the gym leaders, you decided to stay in Galar for a while. It was a beautiful region, and between the history and the wild area, you could explore for years without getting bored.

Eventually, you were introduced to the current Champion of the region, Leon. He was adorable. And handsome. And apparently, the crush was mutual, as the two of you started dating.

However, shortly after, Leon lost his title. It was rough on him. He had been the unbeatable champion for so long, he didn’t know what to do with himself.

It was actually your suggestion that he form a battle facility. When you first came to Galar, you were shocked they didn’t have one! It was a frequent stop for you in each region, so it felt odd it was missing. With his reputation, you knew he would do wonderfully, and that people would flock there for the chance to challenge him.

And you were right. There were CROWDS of people there, even on the first day!

You decided to challenge this new Battle Tower. You had challenged so many others before, and wanted to see what Galarian trainers had to offer!

You also wanted to challenge your boyfriend. And apparently he had a new outfit, so you’d get to see him in that.

So, you ascended the Battle Tower. You made quick work of the first rank trainers, eventually reaching Leon. You needed to beat him in order to rank up, which you fully intended to do.

You knew he could have a wide variety of Pokemon on his team. He wanted to be a little more unpredictable for challengers. You knew him, and knew he’d always have his Charizard, but that was the only guarantee. With all this in mind, you designed your team with coverage in mind.

You led with a Dragon Dancing-Haxorus. While it took a tough ice type attack on the first round, you were able to get up one Dragon Dance, and took out his first Pokemon on the second turn.

By some miracle, Haxorus was able to get up one more Dance and survive, sweeping the next Pokemon aside.

But, then came Charizard. He Gigantamaxed (as expected) and blasted Haxorus away.

So, now you had a Gigantamaxed Charizard to deal with…

You sent out Vaporeon next. You had it use Toxic on Charizard, and then when it survived on the next turn somehow, had it use Wish for your next Pokemon. Charizard took out Vaporeon that turn, and reverted to its regular form.

Toxic had already done a fair bit of damage by that point. But Charizard hit your last Pokemon hard over a couple of turns. But, with Wish set up earlier, your final Pokemon was healed, and lasted long enough to finish Charizard off.

You could tell Leon took the loss a bit hard. And yes, you ran over to hug him. He squeezed you hard, grinning, and told you that you weren’t done yet! You still had to max your rank!

You laughed, and hugged him harder. It took a while for you two to separate, and got lunch afterwards to celebrate your victory.

#Leon pokemon #raihan #raihan x reader #pokemon imagines #pokemon sword and shield #pokemon swsh #leon x reader #ask #scenario #x reader #darktypeimagines

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stanbillyhargrove · 4 years

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Ghosts chp 20

Ally's Story

T/W: sexual assault, eating disorder

Ally's story is NOT nice, it's based off Cat's story from Demons but without the support system that Cat had

Katrina's POV

Ally was perched on the end of my bed, watching as I changed the bandages on my stomach. I taped sterile white gauze to my skin and eased myself back onto the bed with a groan.

"You've been hanging around a lot," I mumbled.

"Do you not want me here? I can leave."

"No! Wait, stay. Please, I like the company. I just mean, I hadn't seen you in a long time."

"When he's around we can't get close to you," she explained, "he keeps us away. But he's weak right now."

She sat back against the wall with a sigh, eyeing me after catching me staring at her, "what?"

"What's your story, Ally? What happened to you?"

She held her arms up so I could see the two long cuts that ran down her forearms, "isn't it obvious?"

"That's not your story, not all of it."

She dropped her arms into her lap, "you don't have to pretend to care. I'm already dead."

I stretched my hand across the bed, reaching for her, "I do care."

Her eyes were teary when she met my gaze, her jaw tight, but she still moved closer to take my hand.

"Mommy, Daddy's home," I announced.

She shook her head, "no, sweetie, he's not off work for a couple hours."

But then, a few minutes later, he walked through the door. Sent home early because of the blizzard sweeping through town. My mother brushed it off, saying I must have seen his car even though I was playing nowhere near the windows at the time.

That feeling, that sense of knowing, it never went away. As I got older, I realized it wasn't normal to know when someone was getting close. It wasn't normal to turn around and yell out your friends names when they were trying to sneak up on you. I started losing friends fast, nobody wanted to be associated with the outcast. The chubby cheeked weirdo that gave everyone the heebie jeebies.

I was twelve when the bullying shifted from my weirdness to my weight. The rest of my classmates had shed their baby fat and were lean where I still had a layer of pudge. That's when everything started to turn for the worst. Boys who knew I was crushing on them would sneer and laugh to their friends when I passed them. They'd pretend to like me outside of school just to turn around and shun me once in a group of classmates. Girls looked down on me, snickered when they saw me eating lunch.

Comments started coming from my family through the years too. Things like, 'haven't you eaten enough?' 'You know, everything you put on has to come off.' 'A moment on the lips, forever on the hips.' And, 'do you think you need seconds?'

My mom too, liked to tell me how little she weighed as a teenager. Joked about how her and her friends would compare thigh gaps like it was no big deal. She complained about how much she weighed now that she'd had me even though she still looked like she could be whisked away by a strong breeze. She thought she was helping by telling me maybe I'd have more friends, maybe boys would like me if I lost some weight.

At fifteen I found a website filled with pages and pages of wispy girls who's bones stuck through their skin. Girls who bragged that they had to wear children's clothes because nothing else fit, bragged about the amount of exercise they'd done that day. They shared tips and tricks to curb your hunger, told you if you followed all the rules you too could be beautiful, weightless, like them.

By sixteen, I was one of them. Comparing each days food and exercise with a group of people like me. I finally found my people, my sisters, the ethereal Wintergirls. I fed exclusively off people's compliments and they loved to tell me how much better I looked now. My mom praised my hard work, indulged my diet coke addiction. She was proud to have created a Wintergirl in her image.

Nobody in those groups liked to talk about the negatives. They didn't warn me that becoming one of them wouldn't be glamorous. That it meant constantly freezing, that your body starts growing more hair to keep you warm, that the hair on your head will get thin and lifeless, your nails turn blue and even a light brush will leave bruises on your skin. They didn't tell me that no matter what goals you hit, there would always be another. I wasn't prepared for my life to become consumed by numbers. How many sit ups, how many inches, tracking weight down in a notebook and sobbing if was more than last time. They didn't mention that I'd still hate myself no matter what.

I started swallowing handfuls of pills, secretly hoping that this time it would be enough to poison my liver. I want to go to sleep and not wake up, but I don't know that I want to die. I want to be normal, to eat and not hate myself, but that's not who I am anymore.

I kept waking up, forced to struggle through another day. Started drowning myself in alcohol every night and on the weekends, trying to find something to make me feel again. Some of the more popular girls started talking to me, asking for the secret on how to look as good as I do now, inviting me to parties hoping to get me to spill. I went to the parties but not to spill my secrets. I went for the free alcohol and eventually the drugs that the boys brought.

I had found my usual party group, the people who carried baggies of various things in their pockets. Accepted a baggie from a baby faced jock who smiled when he passed it to me.

"It'll be fun," he whispered in my ear, "trust me."

I looked at the pills for a moment before tossing them into my mouth and taking a swig of my drink to swallow them down.

"Good girl," he praised.

He didn't leave my side, didn't let me leave his sight. He was always there with an arm around me even though I didn't know him. Tempting me with tinted eyes.

This doesn't feel right.

I should have known better.

After a while, I started to feel weird. My limbs felt too heavy to move and I thought I was going to pass out. I leaned heavy into the boys side, not trusting my legs to keep me up anymore.

"It just hit you, didn't it?" He asked, holding me up.

My tongue felt too thick to move, to protest, when he picked me up. Threw me over his broad shoulder and took me back to his house.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you," he soothed.

I struggled to cry out, to push his hands away but he was so much bigger than me, had layers of muscle where I had only bone. His hands were too rough when he grabbed, when he held my wrists in one hand and undressed me with the other.

I tried again to move my legs, to fight him, but nothing worked.

"Relax," he murmured, "I'll make you feel good."

The room faded in and out through eyes blurry with tears. I could feel him. Everywhere. Every inch of me consumed by his warmth. The moments where I could almost grasp clarity were filled with pain.

He wiped a tear from my cheek, his touch tender now when he whispered, "I know you're into it...God, you feel so good."

I didn't wake up again until sometime in the morning. The sun had barely kissed the sky, just enough that the room I was in wasn't pitch black anymore. Just enough light to see that the sheets I was wrapped in were blue, not white. Just enough light to know I didn't know where I was. It took me a moment to realize there was someone else in the bed with me, a large arm wrapped loose around my waist. Tanned skin tight around broad shoulders that I might have felt safe in before. I screwed my eyes shut tight, hoping this was a horrible nightmare. But, when I opened them I was still here. The dark bruises in the shape of his fingers still stuck on my skin, the pain was still there.

I slid out of the bed, biting the inside of my cheek and praying that I could get out of here without him waking up. Apparently the universe thought I deserved this small favor because I was able to find my stuff, get dressed and slip out of his house without anyone seeing me.

Outside, I pulled my phone from my pocket to figure out where I was. I was an hour's walk away from home. By the time I got home...I'd have to get ready for school right away. I sent out a quick text to my group for someone to bring me something strong to get me through the day and started my long walk of shame.

I did the best I could to hide all the bruises under my clothes before going to school. Long sleeves pulled down into my fists, dark leggings, I even layered on a shirt with the tallest neckline I could find. Hid the red circles around my eyes under dark makeup and called it good enough.

I disappeared into the crowd at school, slinking from shadow to shadow like I was hiding from a spotlight. Thankfully, someone answered my text and slipped a baggy into my pocket during a quick hug. I wasted no time swallowing the pills, didn't even question it. I just needed everything to stop.

I only got through my first class without seeing him.

I was at my locker when suddenly I was picked up and spun around. I was too shocked to do anything more than shriek. Hit the ground and spun around to find myself face to face with that same boy. The star of the football team, he was all broad shoulders and a soft, innocent face. He came from money and everybody loved him because of it. But, of course, they didn't know what really lied behind that sweet face.

"Hey babe," he cooed, "missed you this morning. You could have stayed, I would have driven you home."

The breath rushed from my lungs and I was reliving flashes of memories from the night before. Once again trying and failing to fight back. Hearing his voice in my ear.

"Hey, Bryce!" Another jock clapped him on the shoulder, "introduce us to your girlfriend!"

"I..your...what?" I stammered.

"Guys, Ally...Ally, guys," he beamed, pulling me into his side.

The group of them said their hellos, and then quickly disappeared to their own lockers. I shoved him as hard as I could, but I barely moved him an inch. He still had a smile on his face even though his eyebrows had knit with confusion.

"Your girlfriend?" I hissed.

"Well, yeah? I assumed, after last night, y'know?"

"You assumed!"

He lifted his hands defensively, "take it easy, don't need to shout."

I spun and stalked away from him, to a quieter, more secluded corner of the school to try and calm my nerves.

He followed me, practically purring, "trying to find somewhere private for us?"

I stopped, dumbfounded, giving him time to come up behind me and plant a kiss to my neck.

I recoiled, shoving Bryce away and shouting, "get off me!"

"What the fuck is your problem? You gave it up so easy last night and now you're gunna act like a prude?"

"I...I didn't give anything! You took! You drugged me, carried me home when I couldn't walk and had sex with me when I couldn't say no! You raped me!"

"Babe," he started, "come on-"

"No! Don't fucking call me babe, I don't even know you! I'm not your girlfriend! I'm your victim!"

He got in my face, close enough I could feel the heat from his skin, and growled, "fuck you. We could have been something, y'know? I could have given you everything. You asked for the drugs, remember? You're just a fucking whore, using men to get what you want and then dropping them. You wait, I will fucking destroy you."

By the afternoon, everybody had seen the pictures he took of me unconscious and were calling me a whore. Calling me a skeleton, ugly, a tease, a user. Nobody could believe I didn't want it. 'Look at him,' they'd say, 'he's gorgeous. How could you not want him?' Or, 'I'd give anything to have him even look at me and you're complaining?'

It only took a couple days before someone approached me outside of my class. Asked if I'd sleep with him if he gave me something.

"Are you serious? You think I'm a prostitute or something? Try being a gentleman and asking a girl on a date, you'd have a better chance."

His eyebrows raised, "you wanna go on a date with me?"

"Not now I don't, shitdick," I scoffed, pushing my way into class.

Later that day, people were saying I'd slept with him anyway.

This went on for months. People would approach me asking for sex and when I turned them down, they made up a story and spread it around.

There was one boy...I thought he was different. He said all he wanted was to take me on a date, for me to give him a chance. So I did. I let him take me out for a coffee since I didn't eat in front of anyone. We actually had a good time, he made me laugh for the first time in a long time. For a minute, I felt like maybe I could see a way out of the dark.

Then, our way out of the cafe, I thought I saw a glimpse of Bryce but when I looked again, I didn't see him.

He drove us away from the city, to a secluded area where it was just the two of us. We sat in the back of his car, talking for a while until he brought me close and kissed me. Fingers started to tug at clothing, pulling a noise of protest from my throat.

"I took you out," he murmured, "now be a good girl for me."

I let my mind go blank, let him take what he wanted. Saw Bryce in his place and let a few tears fall silently.

I realized that no matter how good I thought things could be, no matter what I do, Bryce would still be on top of me and I still wouldn't be able to breathe. He'd always be there, sneering that he'd destroy me.

Eating was hard. Breathing was hard. Living was the hardest.

I felt like I had started dying the night Bryce took me home. Like everything since then had to have been a fever dream caused by cells deteriorating. Last night had nailed that feeling home. That I was already dead, just stuck in hell.

I showed up at school to see a snickering crowd in front of my locker. 'Whore' was painted across the door along with 'Liar' and 'Dirty Slut'.

Standing at the front of the crowd with a wicked grin on his face was Bryce and the rest of the football team.

He invaded my space, my senses, the heat radiating from his skin threatening to burn me up. The heady cologne he wore, a toxic gas that stole oxygen from my lungs and replaced it with poison.

His voice, low and husky in my ear when he sneered, "nobody believes you. Nobody cares about you. I bet nobody would even care if you were gone," he pulled away just enough to look into my eye, "I win."

I was holding back tears as I tried to retreat from the school, walking as fast as I could to escape the laughter when my arm was caught in someone's hand. I looked up at the girl who grabbed me and recognized her from some of my classes. We weren't really friends but we were close enough to know each other.

"You okay?"

I faked a smile, tried to ignore my voice cracking, "awesome...I'm awesome."

"Hey, screw those assholes, Ally."

I knew she was trying to help, that she thought her words would be enough to break through months of abuse hurled my way.

They weren't.

My shoulders slumped, "haven't you heard? I already did."

I slipped between her fingers and didn't look back.

"Whatever happened to chivalry?" Ally sighed, leaning against the wall next to me, "romance? I always wanted a relationship like in those cheesy old movies. You know, where the love interest makes some grand gesture to say they love you? That's what I dreamed of."

I wiped the tears from my face, "Ally.."

She smiled sadly at me, "I always thought I'd find the one when I became perfect. That if I could just be good enough...but that never happened, perfect never came."

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about joura: as u prefer~ I'm sorry I didn't get it right xD

Thank you for your patience dear!!

Ok so I’m doing a FRIENDSHIP VERSION Joura:

General:

How long will they last? - They remained friends forever

How quickly did/will they fall in love friendship? - They met at Summer Camp and have remained close ever since. I imagine Joe could have a crush in her, maybe around university? but he married BikeGirl or Jun and remained in love and faithful forever. Same Sora and Yamato.

How was their first kiss? -

Wedding:

Who proposed? -

Who is the best man/men? - I don’t use this concept when I write fanfics (nor in real life), but for Jou Shin and Shuu, and if he marries Jun Daisuke as well.

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? - Mimi, Hikari and Miyako.

Who did the most planning? - Sora did most of the planning for her wedding (or Mimi, according to my most popular fanfic).

Who stressed the most? - But obviously Joe stressed the most, haha

How fancy was the ceremony? - They both had sintoist weddings, both had a party as well. Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - They didn’t invite Myotismon.

Sex:

Who is on top? -

Who is the one to instigate things? -

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? -

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? -

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - Joe one, Sora two

How many children will they adopt? -

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? -

Who is the stricter parent? -

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - Joe stops everyone’s kids from doing dangerous stunts EVER.

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - Sora, and she also packs it for Joe’s son, and for all the kids.

Who is the more loved parent? -

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings?

Who cried the most at graduation? - Yamato and Jou LOL

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - Sora...

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - Sora hahahaha

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - JYOU THIS IS SO CANON

Who does the grocery shopping? - Sora

How often do they bake desserts? - Sora all the time. I don’t think Joe enjoys desserts.

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - I see them both as salad eaters.

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? -

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - I imagine Sora asking him out all the time, when he’s very stressed with studies/work, but he rarely accepts.

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? - Mmh JOE THIS IS AS CANON AS IT GETS

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - I see them both as cleaners.

Who is really against chores? - They are not.

Who cleans up after the pets? - Jou doesn’t have pets but it gets very difficult for him with a Gomamon and a Bukamon, can you imagine?!?! Sora has a cat since early university so she’s used to cleaning after pets.

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - Mmh no I don’t see any of them.

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - Well Jou but Sora does too, she wants everything to be perfect (and it usually is).

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Probably Jou. I think Sora cleans better. So there are never lonely dollars around the house.

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Sora! Jou is against long showers and using too much water.

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - Sora.

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - Sora does it often, Jou never, but he has Gomamon for this, and BikeGirl/Jun enjoy it too.

What are their goals for the relationship? - They cherish each other’s friendship a lot.

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - Mmh this is difficult, I don’t see them as sleeping till noon, but if I had to pick it would be Sora.

Who plays the most pranks? - Sora haha. Sora and Mimi haha. Sora and Mimi to Jou hahahaha.

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Odd Omen

Chapter 2

I have one tiny problem two actually. My accent and my charisma. The more I stay at one place more my accent begins to adapt once it does it hard to change it. Then there my charisma, it make thing easy sometime and harder other times. Like I said I'm not interesting in dating. I mean I trying to stay under Heaven and Hell radar here. I also don't stay in one place long enough for that sort of thing.

One day I went to a theater in London since those were now becoming popular to watch a new play by a new guy call William Shakespeare. The play was call Hamlet.

I watch the play and noticed two men in the front, one look like just like the angle I met in the garden many centuries ago. The other guy he was with I didn't know.

They were watching play too. They were whispering to each other. What I didn't know what they were talk about since I was to far away to hear untill I hear the guy who look like my angel friend try to cheer on Hamlet. I think he was ask what his friend thought about the play because he then told them that the guy I didn't know was not his friend. I just roll my eyes at this.

Why are you talking to him if he not your friend. You seem like you know him. I left the theater and became a fox again.

I don't like deal with people. Humans have too much of a ego sometime. I went back to been in my human form once again. Why you ask me because sometime I'm too curious for my own good. Sometime I like to eat food even though I don't need to, listening to music is always good, looking for a good book, or just see how the world changes. I never need a reason to be either in my human form or my fox form.

And so the world changes from one century to the next. New thing pop up everwhere citys, cars, tvs, and phones.

Yes, I have a smart phone who doesn't these days.

I was in my human form. I been in my human form for awhile now. I just try to survive so I had to adapt to my surroundings.

One day I took a walk in St James's Park. I very fond of this park. It has a pond too bad it's duck pound. Duck can be such bullies. I was walking to the pond when I noticed I was being followed by some guy. Great, this is not what I need today. Oh by the way I decided to make my human form a woman from now on. I was try to lose the guy who was following me but I couldn't shake him.

"Damn!" I said under my breath.

I need to stop guy from following me. If I couldn't shake him the next best thing to do was to find some people to talk to which work most of the time.

I saw two guys setting on a bench feeding the ducks. Perfect, just what I needed to get this stalker to leave.

One guy setting on the bench had white hair and his friend had dark hair. I walk along the pond and wave at them.

"Hi guys, fancy meeting..."

I didn't get finish this sentence because I didn't know where I was going and was too close to the pond. I slipped and fell right into the water. I was now wet from head to toe. I looked at my stalker to white who seem to be worry if I was ok but dark just look at me like he was thinking how much more stupider can this girl get. I blushed at this and looked away.

The stalker and white seem to be getting ready to come to my rescue but stop because dark had beat them to it. He stood in fornt of me offering his hand to help me up.

"Here let me help you miss." He offered.

I give him my hand and he pull me helping me up but as soon as I was up on my feet dark took this opportunity just to sweep me off my feet and carry me out of the water and to the closest bench.

I held on to dark as he carry me. I saw my stalker was not happy and stormed off.

"You need to be more careful miss." Dark warned me.

"Ok." I manage to get out.

My attention was now on dark. He was hot, like male supermodel hot! He was tall, strong, and wore very stylish clothing which I bet now needed to be taken to the dry cleaners which I was probably end up paying for.

I try keep myself from look at him. It didn't stop me from smelling his cologne which smell really good. I held on tighter to him. My chest begin to tighten as well. I started to think happily that I wouldn't mean if dark never put me down.

Before I knew it I was setting on the bench. White came to see if I was hurt. Dark bend down and gently took my high heel boot off. He move up the pants leg of my jeans and took a look at my left ankle.

"She did a great job of twisting her ankle." Dark told white.

"Look really bad, don't worry my dear we take to the hospitals. You poor thing, you're shaking! Crowley give me your jacket so she can warm up." White said worryingly.

"No." Crowley said angrily. "We are not take her the hospitals. I'm not letting her set a foot in my Bentley so you can forget about it Aziraphale. If you want to help her get on your phone and call for someone else to help her."

"But she hurt, wet, and cold. I'm not going to just stand by and wait for someone else to help her. Look now you are scaring her. Don't worry miss Corwley may look all mean and scary but deep he just a big soft teddy bear." Aziraphale said try to reassuring me by patting my shouder.

Crowley shot him a look of pure anger. If looks could kill this one would have.

"Fine!" Said Crowley angrily. "Here, wear my jacket. I'm going to pick you up and carry you to the car ok?"

I nodded that I understood.

Once again Crowley pick me gently and carry me to his car. I rested my head on his chast has his cologne hit my nose again. I was started to having weird feeling. I was warm, safe, and happy in his arms. Yes, there were alarm Bells screaming in my head but I didn't care.

Aziraphale open the car door so Crowley could sit me down in the front seat of the car. Aziraphale got in the back seat and Corwley got into the driver side.

Crowley's driving can be described like he was in a car chase like in the movies. He was going 90 miles per hour which I knew wasn't speed limit in central London. I thought I was going to die on the way to the hospitals.

Thank to Crowley driving we got to the hospitals in no time. Crowley park the Bentley as close to the hospital entrance that he could get. He got out of the and came to my side and open the door.

"Put the jacket on and put your arms around my neck." Cowley said as he getting ready to pick me up again.

I did as I was told.

"That a good kitty." Crowley teased me.

"Just to let you know this kitty got claws! I might scratch you." I teased him back.

He stop and put his face close to mine.

"I wouldn't mind some scratching and bitting a little later after this if you catch my drift my little sex kitten." Crowley whisper teasley in my ear.

I turn bright red and try to hide my face.

"Damn you to hell!" I mumbled.

"No thank you, been there not a fan." Crowley mumbled.

Oops guess he heard me. Damn I need to work on my teasing game. Wait, what am I saying!

Been carry by Crowley I could tell that had he great body. Oh my god, I just want to shut my mind off. If you were thinking my imagination was running away with me with thoughts I dare not mention you would be right. I wish I wasn't immortal because I just wanted to die.

And Crowley was enjoying evey minute of torturing me.

We found a seating area and Crowley sat me in a chair. Aziraphale went up to the fornt desk to tell a nurse about my twisted ankle. Crowley set next to me. There a noise as my stomach rumbled.

"Are you hungry? I can get a treat as long you keep been a good kitty." Said Crowley enjoy this a bit too much for my taste.

"I'm little hungry but I can wait you needn't worry about me." Told him as I looked round the rest area so I didn't have to look at his face anymore.

This first time someone was make me hissing mad. I wish he just stop.

Crowley walk off and disappeared for a while. Aziraphale sat down on the chair on the other of me.

"We might be here awhile. Were did Crowley go?" Aziraphale wondered.

"I don't know and I don't care." I said as I folded my arms in front of me.

"I'm guessing Crowley been have some fun picking on you. I can tell him to stop if it annoys you." Said Aziraphale.

"No, that ok."

"Are you sure?"

"Yep, I'll just ignore him when he tries to pick on me again." I told Aziraphale and give him smile.

Aziraphale didn't seem so sure about it.

Crowley finally came back and sit down next to me.

"Here!" Crowley drop a bag in my lap.

I opened the bag and inside was a sandwich, a bag of crisps, a couple of candy bar, and a coke.

"You didn't have to but thank you Crowley." I said happily.

I guess he really can be a nice guy not just a jerk.

"Well, later we can just ask the vet what kind food our little kitty should eat." Crowley tease me again.

"Crowley, I think that enough teasing her." Aziraphale told him.

"Here I through there hope for you become a better man but I guess even I can be wrong." I tease Crowley.

"You not helping yourself my dear. You might want to stop egging him on." Aziraphale try to warned me.

"Sorry I can't be a better man but maybe later you can find out what I really am." Crowley patting my head as he said this. "And since you're been such a good kitty we'll go buy you a catnip mouse. What do you think Aziraphale?"

"I think you two are out of your minds." Azriphale took out his phone and started to ignore us.

I ate the food Crowley gave me and hug Crowley jacket closer to myself.

I guess Crowley through I was getting cold because he put a arm around me and pull me closer to him to warm me up. I was almost in his lap. I smell his cologne again and I put head on his shouder. The smell of Crowley cologne seem to make me relax and I fell sleep. By the way I don't need to sleep but I do fine it help me to distress and cleared my mind. So I do sleep from time to time. Same with eating since I don't need to.

"Come on wake up, or do you want me to wake you with a kiss like in that stupid fairy tale." Crowley whispered in my ear.

" Eww, no thank you." I was grossed out at the thought of Crowley kissing me.

"You two stop that." Aziraphale warned us to behave ourselves.

A nurse came up to us with a wheelchair for me.

"Get in and I will wheel you to an examining room miss." The nurse said.

Crowley pick me up and put me in the wheelchair. The nurse wheel into a examininh room. The doctor came a few minutes later and examine my angle. Told me what all doctor will tell you about a twisted ankle. Stay off of it for a few days and let it rest. Also put some ice on it.

I was wheel back to rest area after I paid the bill.

Crowley and Aziraphale were waitting for me.

"Doctor told me to stay off my ankle for a few days." I told them.

"Tell us were you live and we will take you home." Asked Aziraphale.

I look down sadly. I must have worry Crowley a bit too.

"You don't have a home do you?" Asked Crowley.

"What?!" Aziraphale was shocked.

"I had a flat I share with a flatmate. My flatmate was a guy and he kick me out because I wouldn't go out with him." I told them. "But it ok I can alway stay at a hotel untill I fine another flat no big deal."

I try to get up out the wheelchair but Crowley stop me before Aziraphale could get to me. He pick me up out wheelchair.

"Hey, put down I can walk on my own you know." I told him.

"Stop, bad kitty! Stop acting so proud. You are staying at my place and I'm not take no for answer." Crowley yell at me.

Aziraphale look at me sadly. I couldn't get any words to come out. Why is Crowley been nice to me? I didn't trust anyone. I been alone for so long. Part of me want to trust them. I guess even I in my long immortal life get lonely.

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