#something is Years Away will i see it :/'' & look at me now. bestie passing along lore & 3 mo's later i'm like Augh! it is good. :]

[svmjaeyvn]

love maze, s.jy.

chapter one pairing: jake x afab!reader word count: tbd (series)

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genre: college!au, mutual friends, fake dating, smut.

synopsis: an unfortunate encounter, drunken mistakes, and a sort of (definitely) stalker leads jake sim ‘dating’ his best friend’s childhood crush.

or, your life gets intertwined with a rich boy’s in attempt to not get sued by his crazy personal fangirl and like with all good cliches, sex overcomplicates things.

contents: smut, sort of strangers to fuck buddies to lovers pipeline, childhood best friend!jay, mentions of best friend! yunjin, curly haired & mixed reader, uni!au, rich nepo baby!jake, enha frat boys, lots of kissing, fake dating turning into fwb real quick, totally way too into it for it to be fake early on, big booty reader that’s jake’s obsessed with, partying and alcohol use, slight violence, he fell first and harder trope, stem bf & writer gf, (kinda overly) possessive jake, some angst to spice things up, daddy issues, hyper independent reader who struggles with her feelings, fluff and happy ending!!

a/n: hello~ i’ve never been a tumblr girly but i have went through my w*ttpad era back in 2018 so bare with me y’all. this will be a series but not that long (i hope) so pls look forward to it. warning tags will be placed before each “chapter” to specify what to expect. pls pls reblog and interact, i’d love to have feedback and see what your thoughts are. okay! yay, for now enjoy and thank you sm :D

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CHAPTER ONE: PINEAPPLE

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word count: 2.5k

warnings: alcohol, partying, creeper in a store, bestie jay, already stepping up to be a fake bf jake duhhh

a/n: short and sweet intro

"HEY SORRY, JAY's busy—”

"Hey baby!" You smile brightly, attempting to seem causal but emphasizing the conversation rather loudly. Wandering through the isles aimlessly, stopping to pretend to browse the selection of cereals while peeking through the corner of your eye, you keep watch on the unfamiliar man that seemed to be following you.

You've been at the store for 15 minutes, around 10 of those ago you noticed the same man over and over, passing by each other with first polite smiles which morphed into a sort of anxiety feeling on your end noting how he began to linger around more obviously, far enough away to not seem suspicious to those around but definitely setting off an alarm in your head to stay alert.

It was a Friday night, after finishing up with your last minute shift due to a coworker calling out, you decided it was time to finally grocery shop, something that you've been putting off all week due to laziness but now you wished you opted to eat eggs for the third day in a row rather than be here. Typically, you and Yunjin went to the store together, but with her out on a date, that left you alone for the night.

"We're still cooking for dinner right? I'm at the store right now picking stuff up," You continue after meeting confused silence on the other end. Due to the increasing gut feeling and you desperate for someone to come to your aid in at least knowing where you were if you did end up missing and on the news, you called the only person you knew in the area that would come. Jay Park, an extended family friend that you practically grew up attached to each others hips, had followed you along to the same Uni two years ago. With a three hour car ride being the distance to your home town, you and Jay depended on each other as a sort of familiarity and unspoken acknowledgment that there was support for one another.

University created a sort of distance in your relationship, both studying different majors and finding your own friend groups outside of one another but you still talked every other day through text and hung out occasionally. Jay, being a well know frat boy around campus, became a sort of gossip topic of him and his other frat members. His admittedly attractive looks that he grew into helping with his popularity along with his love for the party scene.

You on the other hand, were a home body more than anything. After your first year, you had moved into an apartment about 5 minutes away off-campus with your previous dorm-mate and newly founded best friend. You and Yunjin became close relatively fast and being able to get through freshmen year living together in the tiny space meant you'd work perfectly well moving in a place where you both got your own rooms and a private bathroom.

Thus, your routine consisted of lectures, homework, your part-time job, and sleep. It was quiet and comfortable. Not that you were opposed to a night out and getting drunk off your ass every once in a while but being a party girl didn't seem like your cup of tea to do every weekend.

"Sorry, ___ it's Jake. I don't know where Jay is, he just left his phone with me earlier," Jake speaks into the phone, making his way out of the booming house to better hear her. The muffled music and loud voices heard from his end causing a slight panic to rise in your stomach but also nearly face palm. It's a Friday night, of course he was partying.

You rake your brain to put a face to the name. You've met Jay's frat friends on occasion, though they mostly consisted of when you were all drunk so it was sort of a blur.

"Yeah I'm at Target," You nod, specifying your location and hoping that whoever Jake was, he was sober enough to comprehend that something was wrong and that he'd remember your words. "Do you want anything else specifically?" From the corner of your eye, you can see the man beginning to pace, seemingly growing antsy with waiting on you to move. Deciding it was best to make your way toward the front where more workers would be, you completely disregard your near empty cart and pushed it along while holding your phone to your ear.

"... Are you okay?" Jake inquires, his brows burrowed together in confusion but feeling the underlying feeling of the call. The only reason he answered was because he knew you and Jay were close, having met less than a handful of times but the contact picture Jay saved you under allowed him to remember who you were. The three spammed messages you sent prior to your call being unable to be read due to his phone being locked. He intended to only inform you of the reason the said boy wouldn't respond for a while but it ended up to this rather weird conversation.

"Uh... no I don't think so," You answer, acting as if you were responding to a question. Jake straightens up slightly, unaware if that was an actual answer or if you were still on the one sided random talk through the phone. He sort of hoped it was the second option for your sake. "Okay I'll look. I'm sure they have pineapple,"

Jay was an overprotective guy, especially when it came to those he cared about. Early on, whenever they'd go out, he told everyone that their emergency code word was pineapple. Jake, along with the other boys, found it utterly ridiculous and never once had to actually use it but he did remember the word loud and clear even months later. The conversation was far too random and specific for you to just casually be saying that, and thus Jake assumed the safe word was something Jay used universally.

"You're at the store in town right?" He asks, now heading back into the house, weaving his way through the bodies in search of his friends.

"Yeah," You nod disregarding that he couldn't see it. There was two Targets in the area you lived it, though one was undeniably farther away from the University. In town referred to the one you stood in, absentmindedly staring at the electronics assuming there had to be more cameras in this area. "Okay, well, I'll be home soon then,"

"Give me ten minutes," Jake said into the phone before handing up the call, not giving you time to respond. Scrunching up your nose, you felt significantly smaller without the comfort of another voice on the other line. From the opposite isle, you could see the man lingering around the corner, now staring directly at you but quickly looking away upon making eye contact.

With a slight pit in your stomach, you take a second to breathe. Attempting to seem inconspicuous, you glance over your items and visibly pale. The only things consisted of body wash, a bag of lemons, and ice cream bars that were now melting. You had circled the food department a near three times and hadn't picked up much even though you made it rather clear on the call you were meant to be getting dinner. Silently praying that the man wasn't keen enough to pay that much attention, you shake off the shiver that ran down your spine.

Meanwhile, Jake ran through the house collecting his friends one by one. Luckily, with it being only 7:30 and rather early in the night, no one was near hammered yet, barely started on a buzz when he interrupted. Not much was shared in the process, the urgent way Jake pulled them along was enough for them to follow but Heeseung finally questioned it once they were packed in the car driving away from their own party.

"Where we going man?" The eldest asked, running a hand through his hair lazily.

Jake, being the only one with less than half a bottle of beer in, was in the driver seat. He drove fast, weaving through the lanes occasionally but still safe enough to not seem suspicious.

He glanced back at Jay through the rearview mirror, said boy tilting his head back in confusion. "___ called you, she's having an issue. Said something about pineapple and wasn't having an actual conversation with me so I'm assuming someone was following her,"

Jay straightened up, leaning closer from his seat while the other two spared glances. "When?"

"Right before I went to find you, told her to give me 10 minutes," Jake answers, partially relieved that Jay seemed concerned by the matter meaning he interpreted the call correctly but that only meant you were actually in trouble. "It's been 6,"

"Drive faster," Was all the other boy said, the few shots of liquor seemingly gone as he sobered up almost instantly. Though, the panic and overwhelming anger that brewed in the back of his head indicated that he was being influenced by the intoxication. Not that it would be a problem, especially if you were in danger of some sort.

Heeseung and Sunghoon sat quietly as Jake drove, connecting the dots for themselves due to the conversation. A minute later, the four were barreling out of the car and into the building. The bright lights contrasted against the dark outside, the boys looking around for sight of the girl.

"Give me my phone," Jay tells Jake, holding out his hand expectantly while he pulls it out of his back pocket. Tapping through the screen for a moment, Jay hold up the device to his ear waiting for you to answer but it goes to voicemail.

"She was talking about food so maybe she was over there?" Jake offers, leading the way toward the back of the store which held all the groceries.

Jay tries once more, holding the phone up as it dials. This time, there's the faint chime of an incoming call that was further away. Sunghoon nodded in the direction it came from, heading toward the area which consisted of books, music, and other miscellaneous things.

"No, thank you, I'm alright," Your voice was recognized first by Jay. Speeding up his steps, he rounds the corner to see you backed away toward the far end of the isle, the cart in between you and an unfamiliar man who had his back toward the four. Your eyes widened seeing the familiar face, slightly relieved but still in a sense of panic considering the man that was following you grew the courage a minute ago to actually say something now, keeping you tucked away in the corner as he did.

Attempting to step away, you shift to the right but the man matched your movement, staying directly in your path and blocking it. Moving to your left, he matched that as well causing you to purse your lips. He smiled, seeming as if it were amusing to see you becoming undone with his actions which sent a chill up your spine. Aside from his creepy stalking, he seemed and looked like a regular guy, which made it even worse because of how normal he seemed upon first glance.

"Teenie," Jay spoke up, making his and the rest of their presence known, using a nickname rather than your actual one. The guy turned at the sound, his face morphing from the smile into one of annoyance, a  clear grimace on his features at the interruption. "Come here," The space between where you stood and Jay was a couple of feet, having to go around the man in the process as he had backed you into the wall moments ago.

Expecting for him to allow you to move without resistance this time, you go to step around him but he still continues to block your way. Going as far as grabbing hold of your arm causing your eyes to widen and pull back instantly. The anxiety that grew in your stomach elevated significantly, it was wishful thinking that having four grown and tall men would have the single one back down but it seemed he was crazy enough to not care about that.

"Stop being a fucking creep dude," Heeseung spoke up, growing rather frustrated and particularly peeved that he had the audacity to grab you. If they hadn't shown up he couldn't imagine what he'd attempt.

"We're not done talking," The man sneers, the tone of his voice causing the hairs on your neck to stand up, goosebumps forming along your skin though your body felt like it was burning up inside. "You the boyfriend?" He adds, nodding toward Jay who faltered, confused by the sudden question.

Jake lets out a small sigh, growing tired of the back and forth. Stepping forward, he holds out his hand to you without a word. Now a mere foot apart, he stares down the guy, almost taunting him in attempt to do something. Quickly, your hand latches onto his, albeit clammy from your nervousness but as he pulled you into his side, you felt significantly safer than before.

Tucking you behind him, Jake walks you both back a few steps, returning to the rest who had moved up closer. Still holding tight onto Jake's hand, you grasp onto his arm as well, holding it as if it were a security blanket and would make everything better.

"I am," Jake answers, taking the rest of you by surprise. His fib was believable, you clinging to his side playing the part and the boys merely went along with it. "We done here?"

The man didn't say a word, the silent stare down that occurred between Jake and him more than enough. Finally, he looked away, accepting there wasn't anything he could do to win in this. Whatever that was. Turning around, Jake began to lead you away, not bothering to look back as the other three followed behind, ensuring he stayed in place as they went.

You let out a shakey sigh, deeming it far enough away as you could see the exit. Feeling the ever-growing tears weld in your eyes, a few began to slip from the corners painting soft streaks down the apples of your cheeks. Silently, Jake allowed for Jay to pull you into his embrace, presuming having the one you were closest with to comfort you would be best.

A quiet sob slipped past your lips upon being wrapped into his arms. Jay let out a small shush, one of his hands rubbing small circles with his thumb against your back, visibly upset by how affected you were as he tucked his head down toward your ear, whispering words of reassurance that everything was okay and nothing would happen.

Heeseung tapped Jake's shoulder, nodding him along to give the two of you a minimal amount of space but also linger close enough in case the crazed man decided to have second thoughts and come back. Meanwhile, Sunghoon had made his way over to one of the cashiers, explaining the situation and how the female staff should be cautious until security had eyes on the man.

Jake glanced over as Jay had pulled back from the hug, his hands on either side of your face as he wiped away the tears that kept falling from your eyes. His heart tugged at the sight of you, looking utterly disheartened with a slightly red nose and your mascara beginning to smudge.

He's glad he answered.

#jake #jake sim #sim jaeyun #enhypen #jaeyun x reader #enhypen jake #smut #jaeyun smut #IM SO EXCITED THIS IS FUN

[jwonsoon]

enhypen as taylor swift songs ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

☾ a/n: i've been listening to a lot of taylor swift recently and maybe i'm crazy but every song somehow reminds me of enhypen. i've been thinking about them non stop so i made a part two of the post ☼ made since you guys liked that one. this might be kinda all over the place but i hope you enjoy !

JUNGWON

cardigan "When I felt like I was an old cardigan, under someone's bed, you put me on and said I was your favorite"

comfort. he's my perpetual comfort. on days when i feel like i'm doing nothing right, on days when i feel hopeless, he's always there to spark that 1% within me that wants to keep trying. his continuous effort to communicate with engenes despite his busy schedule shows me that the care he holds for us is something so genuine. he reassures me and gives me reasons to love myself. he will see you crying, sit down next to you and patiently wait and listen. comforting you by holding your hand and wiping your tears. he's always there to make your life feel worth living again. jungwon will never leave you hanging or feeling like you aren't enough; you're always enough for him. a/n my jungwonie i love you

JAKE

safe & sound "You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now"

jake to me embodies emotional protection. he's the type to hold you gently while you cry into his arms, rubbing your back telling you it's going to be okay. no matter what happens he's right there by your side the whole time. the reason i picked this song is because i can imagine jake staying up all night with you when you're overwhelmingly anxious. even if his head keeps jerking back and forth because of how tired he is, he'll make sure you fall asleep first so that he can sleep knowing you're alright.

JAY

right where you left me "You left me no choice but to stay here forever"

angsty, i know. there's two reasons why i think this song perfectly captures him. one being, his loyalty. no matter what happens he'll stay by your side. there are time when it's hard to keep going and there's a back and forth struggle but jay will be consistent and check in on you. he will sit by you and wait for you to feel better, his patience has no end when it comes to those he cares about and it's his most charming quality among many others. i also just think he's so "first love" coded. you are never getting over jay! no matter how hard you try! - but don't worry because he's waiting for you to come back too...

NIKI

paper rings "I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings"

thats bestie!!! riki symbolizes happy young love for me. best friends to lovers type. his teasing flirty manner would always make you giggle. knowing how artsy he is he would definitely make you some goofy paper ring and "propose" to you, leaving you a flustered mess. i just think this song is so upbeat and pretty and incapsulates niki's playfulness perfectly. a/n i love him so much i'm going to rip my walls out.

HEESEUNG

gorgeous "You're so gorgeous, I can't say anything to your face"

i mean... do i even have to explain? heeseung's charm is irresistible. no matter how much his constant teasing would annoy you, when you look up and see his face all of it melts away. he's so hallway crush coded, he would make you feel all giddy inside simply because of a passing head nod or just a slight smile. don't even get me started on his perfect laugh and smile! i can write a 4000 word essay on it. anywho, it's self explanatory. heeseung = gorgeous!

SUNOO

invisible string And isn't it just so pretty to think, all along there was some, Invisible string, Tying you to me?

sunoo is destiny. i remember watching iland and from the very beginning my eyes were hooked onto him. and now, here i am, three years later writing this. his comforting smile and how he gives so much love to those around him helps me recognize how genuinely kind of a person he is. he's someone you want to keep close. no matter what happens sunoo will always find a way to provide you with solace and light on the darker days. he's pretty, the concept of soulmates is pretty, he is such a person destined to be loved and cared for deeply. no one ever hurt him please.

SUNGHOON

the way i loved you "So in love that you act insane and that's the way I loved you"

now, let me preface this by saying, i don't think sunghoon is toxic... this is just to feed my angst loving delusions. sunghoon is the one the got away. he's the one who you cared for so deeply but it was right person wrong time. despite how much he pushed to keep your relationship intact it was hard for him. he didn't want to fight you, he wanted to fight for you. sunghoon is the type to not let you leave until you figure it out with him. he'll sit with you even if you yell at him and just listen to you. he's cares about you so deeply that you can't help but constantly think about him even when he isn't there. - because he is also constantly thinking about you.

#enhypen #kpop #heeseung #jungwon #kpop icons #kpop layouts #sunghoon #jake sim #enhypen jay #sunoo #spotify #enhypen niki #enhypen imagines #enhypen x reader #kpop edits #kpop gg #kpop moodboard #kpopidol #bias #kpop bg #kpop boys #kpop girls #enha #lee heeseung #enhypenjake #kpop imagines #fanfic #headcanons #Spotify

[moon-spirit-yue]

Settle Down

Chapter 1: You’re Cold and I Burn

(I feel like Raya deserves several apologies so I made this little fic. Also I’m a firm believer of angry Raya rights and bitter Benja rights. I really don’t think either of them really just got over everything so quickly. Plus some Benja lore I’m making up to explain why things went down the way they did. And for once in my life it’s a fic that’s canon compliant! Get ready for angst today!)

Life is great. 

Raya’s father has finally come back from stone and they reunited once more. In fact, he’s standing a mere ten feet away from her mingling with a couple diplomats from the other lands. Only a three months since the Druun were destroyed for good and already there’s so much progress. 

Life is great.

The dragons have returned too. That was something Raya never anticipated to happen, even if she did manage to bring her ba back. Seeing the stunning celestial beings dance along the horizon has been making Raya’s little dragon nerd heart flutter in excitement. 

Life is great. 

There’s also the nice addition of her and Namaari being on uh, she’s not exactly sure of the right term, but it’s not murderous terms so that’s an improvement. They shared a couple fruits, they smile at each other, so their relationship is certainly going in the right direction.  

It’s great. This is what Raya wanted, what she’s been wanting for the past six years. Yet somehow, she doesn’t feel great. 

In fact, Raya felt something close to miserable. Which is incredibly irritating because she doesn’t understand why she feels so awful. 

The Heart princess had become quickly accustomed to smiling and agreeing with whatever anyone says over the past couple months about how wonderful it is everyone is back and the dragons are miracles. Heart’s been the hotspot for discussing political alliances and was used as a way to show the other lands’ good graces by helping with Heart’s rebuilding. Raya’s cheek hurt from faking her smiles. 

She wishes so badly that her cheerful demeanor and welcoming attitude was sincere, but it wasn’t. When a new person approaches, she reaches for her sword. When Raya gets a new plate of food or a drink, she has to give it a thorough search to make sure no drugs or poisons are in it. When someone smiles and asks how she is, Raya has to lie when she says, “never better.”

And here she sits, watching everyone else either discuss potential political solutions or party hard with people that used be stone statues. Raya can’t bring herself to join anyone. 

“Heeeeeeey bestie!” Sisu exclaimed, slithering right next Raya’s seat which is a rather uncomfortable rock.

“Hi, Sisu. What’s up?” she asked, smiling sincerely for the first time in a while. 

“Nothing crazy, just hanging with the people. You know, people that can actually respond back to me. You should really try it,” the dragon insisted, giving her a look.

Raya sighed and rubbed her face tiredly. Sisu has been trying to drag Raya into any and every social event that’s popped up since the Druun were vanquished. Considering the fact that the past three months have basically been one big celebration, Raya has experienced a lot of attempted dragging.

“I’ve already helped with the crops, my people quota has been reached for the day,” Raya said dismissively. 

“Well sure, but that’s work! Why don’t you talk to some of the homies for fun! Like you could hang out with your ba or Namaari-,” Sisu continued to ramble, but Raya kind of checked out after those two names,

Her relationship with both people had been rather tense, to say the least. It’s certainly to be expected with Namaari given their history, but Raya was surprised at herself to realize she’s not quite as comfortable with her ba as she used to be. 

Raya just doesn’t know how to act around him anymore. Of course, she’s so happy that he’s back, that’s never been an issue, but there’s a barrier between them now that the Heart princess hadn’t considered. 

Maybe it was the fact that so much time had passed? Raya did tell him upfront that she’s no longer a child and doesn’t want to be treated as such but he has been as good as he can be given everything that happened. It’s just so hard to connect with her ba now. The one person that used to make her feel more secure than anything in the world no longer gives Raya the safety he once did.

It has been years since she’s seen him, and a lot has happened, so maybe Raya is trying to rush the process. Doesn’t mean she doesn’t wish things could exactly how they used to be.

“-or you could even make some new friends! Doesn’t that sound fun?” Sisu yelled right when Raya’s brain focused on the conversation again.

“Right, sounds spectacular. I’m going to make a little fruit bowl, can I get you anything?” the Heart warrior asked.

“Oh, strawberries and pineapple would be amazing!” Sisu grinned.

“Coming right up,” Raya mumbled. At least she was no longer being peer pressured into becoming a social butterfly. 

She then began weaving in through people, tables, even a couple dragons before reaching her destination. Raya approached the table filled with assortments of fruits from all five lands thus beginning her examination of which ones look the best. 

“Raya,” a voice said out of literally nowhere.

The Heart princess is rather ashamed to say she actually squeaked a bit as she jumped back, frantically turning to whoever said her name. Feeling her pulse go a mile a minute, she realized that it was Namaari standing next to her.

“Oh, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to uh, startle you,” Namaari awkwardly sighed. Raya’s entire body tensed but she waved her off like everything was fine.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s a habit I’m trying to break,” Raya shrugged. She’s constantly on edge being surrounded by people all the time. The adjustment period is longer than she anticipated. “So, what’s up? You said that Raya with some urgency there.”

“Ah, I did. I was hoping we could talk? In private?” Namaari asked.

The Heart princess paused for a moment to weigh her options. While it’s true that she’s kind of been hoping an opportunity like this would arise, now she’s not so sure she actually wants to talk. But, it would probably be rude to deny Namaari. 

Honestly, Raya just wants to turn in for the night. The day has been way too long for her taste. She then decided to suck it up and just talk to the Fang princess before retiring to her room.

“Sure, I just need to give Sisu her fruits real quick. The appetite of a dragon amazes me,” Raya smiled in her poor attempt to crack a joke. 

Thankfully, Namaari managed a small smile from the remark.

“No problem, I can wait,” Namaari said.

They started idle chit chat as Raya filled up the bowl with Sisu’s favorites. After promptly excusing herself, Raya wandered back to the dragon’s side to give her the fruit.

“Your snack as requested, Almighty Sisudatu,” Raya grinned. She then bowed dramatically and lifted the bowl right above her head. 

“I love it when you act like you haven’t had to share the same boat as me to sleep,” the dragon laughed and eagerly took the bowl from her. “Okay, so I’m thinking after I replenish my strength, you and I head down to the river for some good old swimming practice?”

“Oh, that probably won’t work out. Namaari just asked to speak with me and there’s a really good chance the discussion will take a while,” Raya frowned. 

“You’re going to talk to Namaari?! That’s great! You guys could use a little bonding experience!” Sisu exclaimed, weirdly ecstatic of Raya talking to Namaari.

“Uh huh. Well, if we both make it out of this interaction alive I’ll find you,” Raya snorted as she walked in Namaari’s direction.

“You got it Raya!” Sisu cheered as she all but waved Raya off.

“Strange, strange dragon,” she whispered to herself as she met up with Namaari. “My mission was a success. Where are we headed?”

“I thought the kitchens would be a good place to talk now that all the cooks are done for the night,” Namaari said as she already began walking in that direction.

“Alright,” Raya gulped. 

She looked around for an excuse to not do this but when she couldn’t find one, Raya hastily followed the other princess. 

The walk to the kitchens was both quiet and awkward. The two women haven’t communicated much since the Druun were vanquished. After the first day of everyone returning from stone, their interactions had become few and far between despite Namaari being so active in Heart’s rebuilding.

Raya had no clue what the hell she should even say to Namaari and had a pretty good feeling she felt the same way. What could they even say to each other? ‘Hey, I know that we’ve almost killed each other several times in the past six years, but want to grab a bite to eat?’ 

Absolutely not.

She could feel her blood pumping, already thinking of the several ways this interaction could turn violent. What was she thinking, going somewhere alone with Namaari after what happened last time. This was a bad idea. Raya can’t do this, she wants to go back to her room or run off to the courtyard or just leave the general area because she just can’t-

“After you,” Namaari said in a quiet voice.

Raya blinked dumbly before registering the fact that Namaari was holding the door open for her and had stepped to the side. Raya’s shoulders tensed up as she reluctantly walked past her and into the kitchen. 

She only took about three steps into the room before turning to face Namaari. Raya didn’t feel comfortable having her back face the other princess and prayed she wouldn’t take notice. 

Once Namaari closed the door behind her, Raya became claustrophobic in about four seconds. Small spaces never felt like an issue before now. Maybe she should pretend to faint or something.

“Well, we’re here. What’s on your mind?” Raya asked, trying really hard not to sound too agitated. 

“I wanted to apologize. For everything. I never should manipulated you into gaining your trust only to take it away. And Sisu’s death? I completely messed up by bringing my crossbow. I’ve only ever tried to do the right thing and it always managed to be wrong. I can’t even imagine what you had to go through because of me. I’m so sorry for anything that happened to you because of my actions,” Namaari said remorsefully. 

To both Namaari and Raya’s surprise, Raya began to laugh. Her hand covered her mouth as a snort managed to escape her. Now, the reason why Raya is currently laughing is because this feels like one big joke. 

And not the good kind. 

“Namaari, has anyone ever told you what a fucking coward you are?” Raya asked, still giggling like a three year old with too much candy.

“I’m sorry what?” Namaari said with a raised eyebrow.

“I mean, it’s true. You’re a fucking coward. It’s a trait that stayed with you since we were kids. When we fought in that cave, you could only kick me when my back was turned, and when I faced you like a big girl, you got your ass handed to you. If you didn’t have that flare and let your mommy bail you out, you would have left that cave black and blue,” Raya rushed out.

The Heart princess shouldn’t be saying any of this. For god’s sake, Kumandra is too delicate for her to be yelling at this woman and saying exactly how she feels. It’s like Namaari’s stupid face and even more stupid apology opened the door to all of Raya’s horrible feelings that she’s been too polite to talk about.

Being polite is officially over.

“Congratulations for stating the obvious, though. Because yeah, a peaceful meeting means no weapons! Honestly, Sisu’s death was on both of us, I’m big enough to realize that. I shouldn’t have been too eager to swing my sword, but you have never once given me a reason to trust you a day in my life! Anytime we see each other swords are drawn, blood is shed, and someone limps away crying. Mostly you, because if I was the one limping and crying, I’d have been in jail,” Raya snapped.

Namaari had the luxury of healthcare and support when she got injured. Raya had Tuk Tuk. As cute as he may be, he does not have the fine motor skills or the thumbs to properly help her tend to her wounds. Not to mention the fact that he wasn’t always the getaway transport he is today. If Raya didn’t win their little interactions, she’d be utterly screwed.

“Okay, that is completely untrue,” Namaari said.

And she had the audacity to sound annoyed. God, Raya wants to throttle her. She has both hands clasped tightly behind her back because she is afraid she may start brawling with this undercut nightmare at a moment’s notice.

“Seriously, you’re upset that I called you out for being a weak binturi? Of all the things that I’m dishing out to you, your physical strength is what’s getting you all hot and bothered?” Raya scoffed.

“That’s not the issue here,” the Fang woman frowned.

“No, the issue is that you suck!” Raya childishly yelled.

Why can’t Raya just stop talking? It’s like a dam overflowed and she has no choice but to say what’s on her mind. This is going to end in disaster. Raya knows that. And still, she continues to speak.

“My god, Namaari! You hunted a homeless orphan for months! I get a couple weeks, Fang pride and all that because hell, I stole from you, but months? What the actual fuck?! I had nothing. No father, no money, no home, and yet somehow you thought I was such a threat that you hunted me down for months? Did it make you feel powerful, knowing that with a snap you fingers you could make my life even more miserable than it already was?” Raya glared. 

“Of course not-,” Namaari began, but was very quickly cut off.

“Well I can’t possibly think of what else you needed from me! I asked about that stupid scroll, you know. With the way you were hunting me, I thought I got my hands on a goldmine. I’m sure you can imagine how surprised I was when I found out it was worth about as much as a bag full of dirt,” Raya scowled.

Shut up, shut up, shut up, her internal voice screamed. Raya wants to stop talking. So badly, Raya just wants to breath and move on. But she can’t. She is so enraged that it’s hard for her to stand still.

“You should have left me alone,” Raya continued when Namaari was suddenly rendered speechless. “I was weak, alone, and I didn’t have a single piece of jade to my name that wasn’t stolen. The very least you could have done was just leave me alone. What the hell was the point of coming after me? What exactly were you trying to prove to your almighty mother?”

“Raya, please, just settle down for one moment,” Namaari sighed as if she was talking to some petulant child. 

Once Raya heard the words ‘settle down’ she knew there was no way this conversation was going to end peacefully.

“Settle down? Settle down?! Are you kidding me? After six years of defending myself from people trying to take what little jade I had, of starving myself so that Tuk Tuk could eat, of missing my ba, of running from the Druun and you might I add, of falling asleep crying because there was no real point in living you want me to SETTLE DOWN?!” Raya screamed with anger seeping out of her pores. 

Namaari just stood there. She stood there like a fucking imbecile and it only pissed Raya off more. She can’t even look at the other woman right now. Raya might actually kill her. 

“I have no desire to talk to you anymore so get out! Bother someone else for change of pace!” Raya yelled at her. 

Her nails began digging into her palms from how tight her fist was balled up. It was taking every ounce of self control Raya has to not grab what ever sharp object was closest to her and charge.

“Raya,” Namaari whispered, at an apparent loss for words. 

“Get out! Just get the hell out of here before I actually burn you alive, you cold, heartless binturi!” Raya shrieked. 

Raya’s pretty sure her own rage is really starting to blind her because Namaari’s facial expression isn’t registering in her mind but thankfully, she could see the Fang princess’s figure quietly walk out. Good. Finally, something’s going right.

But see, the really unfortunate thing is that Raya is still not quite happy with her current state of being. The anger she feels for Namaari did not leave with her. It was hard enough to resist bashing Namaari’s face in so now she needs to find an outlet for her wrath without getting another living thing involved. 

Raya scanned the room to find dozens of wine glasses lined on the kitchen counter tops. Before she knew, the Heart princess grabbed wine glass and threw it on the ground as hard as she could. She watched intently the glass shattered the second it made impact with floor. 

Raya grabbed another glass and gave it the same harsh treatment. Just like the one before, the glass shattered into hundreds of tiny pieces. From that moment on, Raya began to pick up a rhythm in her madness. Grab, throw, shatter, repeat. 

Sometimes she’d squeeze them so tightly that they were broken before they could even hit the floor. Her hands began to bleed from little cuts the glasses gave her but she did’t care. She needed this. It’s the only thing stopping Raya from marching out of this room and finishing what she started in Fang. 

“What on earth are you doing?!” a familiar voice boomed.

The Heart princess turned her furious glare to her father. He was standing there and looked to be a mixture of confused and panicked. Then Benja had the audacity to look at Raya like she had somehow lost her mind. Then Raya finally realized why she was having so many difficulties with her father.

She’s mad at him. Actually mad him. A daughter being mad at her father isn’t an uncommon occurrence. That is, unless you were Raya and Benja. 

Looking back at her childhood, Raya legitimately can’t remember a time where she had been so genuinely angry at her father. Sure, they’d both get a bit upset at each other. But that was usually from a petty incident and the negative feelings lasted for like, one day. There was also the occasional moment of Raya going too far for whatever reason and needing to be scolded, but she always knew when she deserved it and her father always apologized when she didn’t.

But here and now? Raya’s so enraged that she feels like her whole body was set on fire. 

Well, Raya is already on a roll with screaming at the people that exist in her presence, might as well add another to the list.

“And you,” Raya spat, pointing the wine glass she seized at her father like she’d hold her sword. “How dare you look at me like I’m crazy! You should have seen this coming Ba, but then again, your foresight has a pretty bad rep!” 

“Honestly Raya, I thought you knew better than to make a huge mess like this! What has gotten into you!? You were completely fine when you were out with the others! What changed in such a short amount of time?” her father exclaimed while slamming the door shut. 

“Are you kidding me right now? I have not been fine for the past six years Ba! Because you threw me in a damn river!” Raya roared at him, squeezing the glass in her hand. 

“Dewdrop,” he whispered, taking a step forward only for Raya to quickly retreat in the opposite direction. 

“Do not Dewdrop me! I was twelve! I was twelve years old and you gave me a responsibility that most adults couldn’t handle! You said not to give up on them when they’d all given up on themselves! I would lay on the ground night after night, wondering what slight detail could have been changed to avoid this entire mess,” the Heart princess yelled as she felt tears begin to stream down her face. “Why didn’t you wait! You should have built relationships with the other lands before inviting them into our home!  Or you should have not made me a guardian of them gem so young! Why didn’t you stop me? You should have done something, damn it!” 

Though her eyes were still blurred, she could see her father’s form sit on the floor across from her.

“You’re right. It was the biggest mistake of my life,” she heard her father mumble out.

“It definitely was, so why did you do it?” Raya asked, desperate for an explanation. 

“I just, I wanted you to live in a better world. And I was too impatient with the progress we had been making. I hadn’t been planning on telling you this until you were much older, but a few weeks before that gathering, I was attacked,” Benja admitted. 

“You what?” Raya gasped. 

“You know your grandparents died very early on in my youth. The elders thrust me onto the throne before I was ready. After the attempt on my life, I just wanted to make sure that would never happen to you. I had to find a way to make the world a better place before it was too late,” her Ba whispered. 

Raya wiped away her tears and got a good look at her father that was now sitting on the floor. She’d never seen him look so haunted in her entire life. 

“You know, when I had you, I wanted nothing more than for you to have all the time in the world to be a child,” her father continued solemnly. “That’s why I was so hellbent on finding a way to make Kumandra united again. I wanted a quick and easy solution to our problems. The whole point of that day was to make your future better. Instead, I doomed you.”

Raya walked closer to her father when she heard the quiver in his voice. Se crouched down to see tears were streaming down his face.

“I failed you, Raya. Not a day goes by where I don’t think of it. From the bottom of my heart, I am so sorry for all the pain I caused you. I should have protected you more. I put too much weight on your shoulders. I understand if you resent me for the rest of your life, but please know that I never meant to hurt you. Everything I have ever done has been to love you and keep you safe from the day you were born,” he choked out.

Seeing her ba cry just made tears well up in Raya’s eyes. Wordlessly, Raya crawled onto his lap like she used to as a kid. Her father wrapped his arms around her waist and she leaned against his neck.

Raya didn’t even realize how much her chest has been heaving until she stopped moving. Hearing her father truly acknowledge his faults in the way everything went down helped Raya find clarity inside herself.

“You know the thing that I hated the most about the Druun?” Raya asked.

“I’m a little scared to hear this but what?” her father replied. 

“I hated that you were gone because you’re my best friend and the person I love most,” the Heart princess cried. She felt her father’s arm tighten around her.

No words were exchanged as the two wallowed in their own misery and regret together. Despite the heavy atmosphere in the room, it’s the lightest Raya has felt since her ba returned from stone. 

“I’m sorry, for everything I’ve done. Please, please don’t hate me forever,” her father begged her. Raya laughed weakly while shaking her head.

“I could never hate you, ba. I didn’t even realize I was holding a grudge, but having this talk made me feel a lot better. I think we just need to take everything one step at a time from this point on,” the Heart princess sniffled. She smiled hearing her father sigh in relief.

“Okay good. I know I said resenting me forever would have been okay and it would have, but I honestly don’t know if my heart would have been able to take it,” Benja chuckled. 

“On that note, I should probably address that mess I made behind me,” Raya frowned, looking at the wreckage.

“You certainly did a number here,” her father noted. 

“Hey Ba? One more thing,” Raya said. 

“What is it Dewdrop?” he asked curiously.

“I forgive you,” Raya told him sincerely.

“Thank you,” Benja sighed, completely relieved. After giving her one last squeeze he loosened his arms a bit so that Raya could break free.

Raya smiled a bit and used the rather minimal strength she had left to get back up on her feet. She stretched out her hand for her father. Just when he was about to take it, he gasped loudly and brought her hand to his face. Raya’s confusion didn’t last long when she realized her hand was covered in tiny cuts from the glass. Raya hadn’t even realize she was bleeding until now.

“Stay there, I know there’s some disinfectants stuffed in this kitchen somewhere. We have way too many accident prone chefs,” her father mentioned. 

Raya nodded and sat quietly on floor as her father rummaged through the cabinets to get what he needed to heal her wounds. No words were spoken as Benja took her left hand in his. 

The Heart princess winced when the disinfectant made contact with her skin. She bit her lip as the stinging sensation traveled all across her hand. Raya then watched her ba firmly wrap the bandage around her hand. Thankfully, the right hand was done at a much faster pace.

“Does that feel okay? I didn’t wrap them too tightly did I?” Benja asked with concern etched in his voice.

“It’s good, Ba. Thank you. I suppose now I need to get rid of this wreck,” Raya sighed. Turning her attention to the floor with the shattered glass made her cringe because of how much work needed to be done. The glass shattered into very tiny pieces. Man, she really didn’t think this through.

“Dewdrop, you’re exhausted and injured. I’m more than happy to send a couple maids up here,” Benja told her. Then he reassessed the damage and realized how bad it was. “Or maybe a small army of maids, but the point still stands.” 

“No, don’t make the poor maids suffer because of my breakdown. I’ll clean it up, it’s fine. I can make it work even with the bandages. It was kind of on purpose so I’d feel bad making them do it,” Raya sighed, waving her ba off. 

She grabbed an empty bag that was originally used to transport fresh vegetables and crouched down to start picking up the glass shards. To Raya’s surprise, her father crouched down and also began picking up shards.

“Ba, it’s okay, I can clean it up myself. I’m not a kid anymore,” Raya told him.

“Well I know that, but I’m still your ba. Just because you can do something alone doesn’t mean you have to. It’s my job as a father to help my daughter clean up her messes, no matter how old she is,” Benja said. 

Raya said no words but flung her arms around him. Her ba wasted no time in wrapping both arms around her tightly, almost afraid to let go. The Heart princess bit back another sob when she realized she felt protected in her father’s arms again. She needed that talk more than she realized. The Heart princess still sniffled a bit and tried regaining her composure.

“Since you’re so adamant about helping me clean my messes, I sorta kinda may have threatened to burn Namaari alive and had huge screaming match with her so if there’s any way you could do some damage control for that, I’d be eternally grateful,” Raya laughed nervously as they slowly pulled away from each other.

“I’ll handle it,” her ba sighed. “I see that violent charm you had as a child hasn’t changed throughout the years. You definitely got that from your mother.”

“Hey, don’t pawn off all my bad traits on Ma. Poor woman can’t even defend herself,” the princess joked as she proceeded to clean up the glass shards.

“I know she would have done the same to me, we understood each other that way,” her father chuckled. 

Benja reached forward to grab a piece of glass but winced before he even got hold of it.

“You alright back there? You didn’t cut yourself, did you?” Raya asked.

“No, I’m fine. My knees just started really hurting all of a sudden,” her father frowned. 

“Oh ba, just sit down and let me clean up myself. I wouldn’t want you to hurt your old man knees,” Raya grinned. Amusement was shining in her eyes as her ba pulled the most offended face he could muster.

“Excuse you, I am not old! I have not aged a day since I’ve been turned to stone! In fact, I haven’t aged at all. I’m still thirty five!” Benja spat indignantly. 

“I don’t know ba, I see those grey hairs,” Raya laughed knowing full well there was not a single strand of grey on his head.

“Wait are you serious?” Benja asked as he brought one of the bigger glass shards to his face to examine his reflection. “I’m telling you right now that if there is a grey strand in here I’m grounding you because it was definitely your fault.”

The Heart princess began absolutely cackling at the sight of her father’s distressed face. After a very in depth examination Benja was able to come to the conclusion that Raya was pulling his leg.

“You’re just lucky,” her ba huffed.

“Yeah, I really am,” Raya said sincerely.

With these horrible barriers broken down, both father and daughter worked tirelessly to pick up the pieces, one step at a time. 

#raya and the last dragon #namaari #ratld #raya x namaari #rayaari #namaari x raya #raya and namaari #ratld namaari #raya disney #ratld raya #rayamaari #raya of heart #raymaari #disney raya #raya namaari #namaari of fang #raya incorrect quotes #ratld incorrect quotes #disney ratld

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FINALE THOUGHTS

DO NOT START IT WITH THEM CRYING HOW AM I MEANT TO DEAL

well there goes my one last night theory

Just because it’s over doesn’t mean its really over and if I think it over maybe-

Actually just kill me off it would hurt less HIS VOICE

NOT THE FISH FUCK OFF

they’re bestie goals i adore them also im sorry but the song being called perfect movie scene and them two looking like they’re in a rom com (from far away) will actually be the death of me

Fuck she’s wearing purple again and he’s wearing beige

SIMON PLS I WANT TO WRAP YOU IN A BLANKET YOU DESERVE SOME COMFORT

damn okay Sara admitting Simon’s right??? NO don’t call yourself stupid you’re finally getting the recognition you deserve

Them having their lesson outside is so real it’s my favourite thing about summer

AHHHH I WAS SO RIGHT THEYRE CLOSING HILLERSKA

SEVERAL WARNINGS

Vincent fuck off fuck off fuck off. Nils please defend him

NO THEYRE GONNA BLAME FELICE AND WILHELM

NOT NILS AND WILHELM YELLING AT EACH OTHER YOU GET ALONG

not August crying

Omg omg he just pulled a Queen Kristina he did what she did is this foreshadowing cause now he’s having a mental breakdown???

Stella and Fredricka get together whilst comforting each other??

Nah I actually love the third years having a group hug that’s amazing

And Henry and Walter talking to their parents (?) but still being together it’s so cute to see all their little favourites

Oh it’s so gonna end at the end of term, hillerskas closing and Simon’s moving away so they’re having like one last day together all of them

Wilhelm you’re killing me here

Has his room changed? I swear he used to have one window

NOT KRIS

NEON PARTY NEON PARTY

Not Vincent and nils calling him out

VINCENT YOURE ACTUALLY TALKING SOME SENSE FOR ONCE

okay so Augusts gonna back out and then Wille can threaten to do whatever he wants

AHHH TALK TO HIM THROUGH THE BOOKCASE WILLE GO ON

noooo they’re both returning crisis

HES WEARING PURPLE

HENRY FUCK OFF

NOOOO HE WAS GONNA SAY SOMETHING

okay maybe my one night theory wasn’t entirely off…

Not the housemaster doing shots with them??? No wonder the schools getting shut down

Yes Wilhelm Felice besties era again!!!

LOVE OF MY LIFE AHH

no he thinks he’s gonna kill his mum

HOW DID SHE HIDE A WHOLE BOTTLE OF WINE??

PARTY PRINCE RETURN OF THR PARTY PRINCE TITLE

not her hiding the wine Felice I love you

I love all these people so much man

Alexa play closure by Henry Moodie

HE DID THE THING THE THING WITH THE GRASS

REVOLUTION?!?!!

ERIK WOULD HAVE LOVED YOU NO MATTER WHAT

theyre near tears so im near tears

PLEASE SARA YOURE MEANT TO BE IN LOVE WITH HIM WHAT DO YOU MEAN STRONGER FEELINGS

they’re bestie goals and couple goals and I’ve never really shipped them but honestly I could be convinced-this all happening where they first became friends is just too much

Stella I had hopes for you man

NILS YOU HAVE….??? I seriously thought he was gonna say I have feelings for you

AH HE CAME OUT AND THEYRE ACTUALLY SUPPORTIVE AND ACTUALLY ACTING LIKE FRIENDS I LOVE IT

God he’s so in love HA REJECTED AT LEAST HE APOLOGISED

military service he’s doing military service now?

I CALLED THIS WEEKS AGO THAT THEYD GET BACK TOGETHER THEN SHED REJECT HIM BUT THE LAST EPISODE TRICKED ME

I LOVE YOU ITLL PASS FUCK OFF WHY ARE YOU BRINGING UP THAT TRAUMA RN?!

ONE LAST NIGHT TOGETHER I WAS SO RIGHT

OMG THE LAKE SCENE NOT THE LAKE SCENE

NOT IT TAKES A FOOL TO REMAIN SCENE THE CYCLICAL STRUCTURE IS HURTING ME

NO THIS HURTS SO MUCH MORE THAN I THOUGHT IT WOULD

HOW CAN IT JUST BE OVER NAH THIS IS MY CAUSE OF DEATH

STEDRIKA GOT TOGETHER AND FELICE IS JUST SMILING I LOVE HER

Them showing Henry and Walter right after Stella and Fredricka get together means they’re also canon actually

REMEMBER WHEN YOU SAID EVERYONE WAS FAKE??? REMEMBER WHEN YOU SAID YOU COULD BE FREE I HOPE YOU GET THERE. It’s not looking good for the endgame guys

WE WERE A REVOLUTION?! IT SHOULDNT BE A REVOLUTION TO LOVE EACH OTHER???

He’s gonna do something OMG OMG WHAT DOES THAT MEAN HE THREW IT AWAY DOES HE MEAN HES DONE WITH THE CROWN?! WILL I HAVE TO EAT MY WORDS AND WATCH HIM ABDICATE?!

Queen redemption arc???

Say no say no say-damn at least maybe now he’ll get support??

What is it with frogs and this royal family??

Goodbye Simon MY HEART MAN COME ON

I HOPE YOU HAVE A NICE SUMMER YOU DID NOT JUST SAY THAT I CANNOT EVEN IM ACTUALLY NEVER GONNA RECOVER FROM THIS

Girls trip!!!

AHHH HES SO GONNA ABDICATE

but August might…

AHHHH WILHELM I LOVE YOU IVE NEVER BEEN HAPPIER TO BE WRONG

NAH ITS A ROMCOM HE PULLED A LOVE ACTUALLY IM NEVER RECOVERING FROM THIS

AHHHHH

FOR HIS OWN SAKE IM SO PROUD

NOT THE FLASHBACKS IM GONNA CRY

THE FINAL LOOK I CALLED IT

#young royals #young royals season three #wilmon

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Riding With Lieutenant Bradshaw

This was requested by a wonderful anon! I hope you like it dear! Based on the song Riding With Private Malone by David Ball.

Thanks to my bestie @barbiewritesstuff for betaing this for me! 💖

More songfics can be found on my Masterlist! Be sure to check it out and thank you for reading!

Bradley couldn’t remember much about his father past the smell of old leather, the scrape of a mustache on his cheek, and warm hugs. His mom had done her best to make sure he knew the kind of man Nick Bradshaw was, a family man, committed to her and Bradley, one who would never have left them willingly.

The one memory Bradley could recall rather clearly was from a day close to the end of his father’s life. The two of them had been in the Bronco, the radio blaring and the top down as they rolled down a road Bradley didn’t know the name of.

After Goose’s funeral, Bradley didn’t see the truck again until his eighteenth birthday. He had been living with Mav after Carole passed away and he had to admit that the man made every birthday, holiday, and anniversary the best he could. They would go to lunch or dinner, visit his parent’s graves, or just sit together watching Christmas lights twinkle in their small living room.

On his eighteenth birthday, Bradley was surprised when Mav brought him to a storage unit.

“I’ve been saving this for you,” he had said, turning to give Bradley a sad smile, “I’ve kept insurance on it, but the title is in your name.”

Bradley felt his heart seize in his chest when Mav threw the door up and open when he saw a large mass covered in an even larger green tarp. He helped Mav pull the tarp off the top of the truck and the two of them admired it for a moment.

“It’s just how I remember,” Bradley said, his hand running over the shiny paint.

“I tried to keep it looking nice. Had an incident a few years ago with some mice, but I replaced the wiring so it should be good to go,” he explained, looking the truck over, “There’s something in the glovebox for you.”.

Bradley took a deep breath before pulling the door open and climbing into the truck. Before he could open the glove box, Mav called out to him from the ‘vette, “Lock the door when you get her out? I’ll meet you at the restaurant after a bit.”

“Will do, thanks Mav,” Bradley called, confused as to where he would be going other than the Italian restaurant they always went to.

He popped the glove box open to reveal a weathered looking envelope, his name written in unfamiliar handwriting across the front. Turning it over he pulled out a letter. The date was 1986 and this is what he wrote.

‘Bradley,

If you are reading this then I didn’t make it home. I’m sorry that I failed you and your mother, I hope the two of you and Mav find comfort in each other. He can be a pain in the ass, but he is my best friend.

I’ve left instructions with your mom, and Mav as to what to do in the case of my death. One of which you’re reading now. Mav should have kept this, the Bronco, for you. I know you might not remember, but we had some good times in this old truck.

Make her yours, and make your own memories, I’ll be along for the ride.

Love, Dad’

Bradley took a deep breath and wiped the tears from his eyes. Now he knew why Mav said he would see him after a bit. Sticking the key in the ignition, he cranked it over, starting the truck up and shifting it into first, he pulled out of the storage unit.

He hopped out, slammed the unit door down, and climbed back up in the cab. Hanging from the rear view were a pair of aviators, Bradley knew who they belonged to upon spotting them. With a sad smile on his face, he slid the shades over his eyes.

He hit the button on the radio, and his ears were met with static. He changed the channel until the local oldies station crackled through the speakers. Guiding the truck towards the road, he drove to the cemetery, unsurprised to find Mav’s car in the lot.

Bradley ran his hand over the twisted metal of what was the hood, the blue paint cracked and scratched to hell. His mind flashing back to a few years ago, his trip across the country to the University of Virginia.

Bradley was tired, his eyes closing against his will as he tried to keep the old truck on the road. Mav had betrayed him. The only father he had ever truly known had betrayed him, and he wasn’t sure what to do about it.

Taking a deep breath, he rolled his window down, sticking his hand out into the cold mountain air, letting the temperature change wake him up. Bradley turned his attention to the radio, switching it on and turning the dial until he hit an oldies station. He sang along to the songs, letting the jazzy and upbeat tunes carry him down the road, at least until the next rest area.

As he spotted a sign for the next pull off, Great Balls of Fire came on. He turned the dial up, blaring the song through the speakers as he belted out the lyrics. At that moment, he felt less alone. Whipping his head to the side, he could have sworn that he was going to see a slightly aged Nick Bradshaw sitting shotgun beside him.

The seat was, unsurprisingly, empty, but the feeling hadn’t left. By the time Bradley had put the truck in park and shut the engine off he was used to the strange tingle he had, like someone was watching him even though he was alone. He locked the doors and laid back in his seat, as he fell asleep he was engulfed in the smell of old leather, and he could have sworn that he felt the warmth of his father’s hugs as he dropped off to his dreams.

Mav came around the other side of the truck, meeting him at the center of the hood, “You really messed it up kid, I think we can fix it though. Might take some time.”

“What are you talking about?” Bradley asked him, his voice light, “You’re practically retired now, old man, you should have plenty of time to fix her up.”

Mav laughed, his hand coming down to slap Bradley on the shoulder, “I might have time, but I also have a wife now too.”

“Alright, alright I’ll give you that,” Bradley conceded, “What do you think it’s going to cost?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Mav said, that same sad smile on his face from the day Bradley got the Bronco.

“What do you mean?” he asked, confused.

“Another one of your father’s gifts. Knowing me, he figured if I taught you how to drive you’d wreck it sometime. Made me promise to save up some money to pay for the repairs,” Mav said quietly. He let out a snort before speaking again, “I managed to save up quite a bit, figured that you’d wreck it sooner to be honest with you.”

Bradley nodded, his mind pulling him back to that rainy night three weeks ago as he answered Mav, “There have been a few close calls.”

The rain was hitting the windshield harder than Bradley had ever seen. The wipers couldn’t keep up with the downpour, and he had been shedding speed but the way the truck was flying down the hills made him feel more like he was sitting in his jet than like he was driving down some back roads.

Suddenly, the markers in the middle of the road curved to the right, and his heart dropped to his stomach. There was a semi approaching him in the oncoming lane, he couldn’t take the turn wide. He slammed his foot down on the break, the tires squealed and the truck fishtailed, the rear tires losing traction on the waterlogged road.

The next thing Bradley knew, he was lying on the ground, a familiar looking man standing over him before his eyes fluttered closed. When he woke up in the hospital, Mav was there and when he explained what happened, they were both in shock.

“The semi driver said that he saw your back tires come around on you and the next thing he knew, you were flipped sideways on the road. He tried to avoid you as best he could, but the guardrail was in his way and he clipped the back of the truck. He thought you were dead because he saw a fireball that was your gas tank explode. But, when he got out, you were laid out on the ground, and he said…” Mav trailed off.

“He said what?” Bradley prompted.

“He said that he thought he saw a man in a Hawiian shirt crouched over you,” Mav said quietly, “That when he turned around to get his phone and when he turned back, the man was gone, and you were alone on the road.”

To this day, three weeks later, both he and Mav knew who the man was. His dad, Goose. That’s what had led them to this moment, standing in front of the twisted, charred hunk of steel that was his Bronco and contemplating how to fix it.

“Well, we could salvage the frame at least,” Mav said, crouching down to look under the vehicle.

“Whatever it takes Mav, we just have to make sure we can save at least something from the original truck,” Bradley replied, taking another lap around the wreckage.

“Don’t worry bud, we will,” Mav reassured him, “Let’s get to ordering parts.”

It was a young man named Private Andrew Malone

Who fought for his country and never made it home

But for every dream that's shattered, another one comes true

This car was once a dream of his, back when it was new

And I know I wouldn't be here if he hadn't tagged along

Yeah, that night, I was riding with Private Malone

Oh, thank God, I was riding with Private Malone

Private Malone

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For the end of year asks, 3 and 25? 💜

Hi Bestie!!

This is going to be a longer one so I'm putting in a cut :)

3. favorite line/scene you wrote this year - Such a good question! Favorite scene would be the first real canon overlap we have in Lavender, Joel's POV of the day after the outbreak and his attempted suicide:

The sun was up. It didn’t feel right that the sun was up. How could the sun be up.  “Joel.”  Tommy’s voice felt very far away. Everything felt very far way.  “Joel, we have to keep moving,” he said. “C’mon. If we stay here much longer, trouble’s gonna find us, we have to go.”  He got up. Part of him was aware that his body hurt but it was hard to actually feel it. Any pain in his body was a relief. It was better than burning, stabbing, gaping wound at the center of him. Anything, anything to take away from that was a blessing.  They’d already passed dozens of bodies. They kept off the highway, sticking to tree lines where they could, Tommy’s head on a swivel when they couldn’t.  Joel couldn’t bring himself to care enough to watch for anything. Every body they passed was a reminder. Sarah was gone. He’d held her body, she was gone, he’d never hear her or see her or touch her again. He’d been right there, right there and he couldn’t save her. She was gone.  The dead made him think of you, too. There were so many bodies. He hadn’t been able to save Sarah. There had been no one there to save you.  You were a lot of things. Brilliant. Funny. Beautiful. You weren’t a killer. You were too kind, too sweet to survive something like this. You’d have taken pity on someone who turned on you, someone who slit your throat for your pack or shot you to take your car. Or you wouldn’t be able to hurt someone who came at you in that foreign, inhuman way. You’d wait a second too long and they’d rip you to pieces. God, he hoped it had been quick for you. He hoped that they’d just killed you and hadn’t done worse to you first, just because they could. Whatever had gotten you, he hoped you hadn’t felt it. That it hadn’t been like Sarah, gasping and choking and in pain.  “Joel.”  He wasn’t sure how long they’d been walking. The sun was low in the sky again.  “We should stop here,” Tommy said. “Good vantage points…”  Joel didn’t say anything. He just stood there.  “You hear me?” Tommy said.  “What?” Joel asked.  “I said stay here,” he said. “Saw something down that hill, looked like a truck for a grocery store. I’m going to see if I can grab some food for us.”  “Yeah.”  “Joel.”  He looked up. Tommy looked like he was in pain.  “Just sit tight, OK?” He said. “Just sit tight.”  Joel watched him leave, standing and staring at nothing.  There was nothing left for him here. Nothing. Without Sarah, without you, it wasn’t worth it. Life before whatever was happening wasn’t worth it without Sarah, without you. Now? How could it be.  He sniffed and pulled out his gun.  He thought, for a moment, about the last time the three of you had been all together. It was the day you flew back to New York. The two of you had woken up early, decided to have coffee by the pool, go for a swim before Sarah woke up for the day. She was a teenager, she slept late. He made love to you in the water. You tasted like coffee and cherry chapstick. You smelled like lavender, even with the chlorine. You were soft and warm and felt like home. When Sarah got up, you and Joel had already dressed for the day. Your bags were by the door. Sarah asked if you’d make French Toast and you’d agreed, as long as she helped. He watched the two of you in the kitchen, Sarah picking egg shells out from the batter because she’d never quite gotten the hang of cracking eggs. She was singing some pop song that grated on Joel whenever it came on the radio but he liked it when Sarah sang it. You bobbed your head along to it, using the spatula as a drumstick on the stove top. The coffee was hot and smooth. The world felt right.  He held onto the moment in his mind, pressing the gun against his head. He wasn’t sure he believed in an afterlife but he hoped it would be like that. Just that one morning, on loop, over and over and over again. Just him and Sarah and you, until the end of all things.  He started pulling the trigger when he heard your voice, so clear it was like you were standing next to him.  “I’ll always love you, Joel. Til the day I die.”  He flinched. 

Runner up would be Doll seeing Din's face for the first time in Beskar Doll.

You were back in the mindflayer room, panting for breath, covered in sweat again. You had the feeling a lot of time had passed. You weren’t sure if that was true, but it felt that way. Synd was frowning behind the console with the two technicians and a third man you hadn’t seen before. One of the technicians was different. Maybe it had been a long time.  “I thought that was a better pass,” Synd sounded frustrated, looking at the panel in front of her, ignoring you entirely.  You turned your attention to the other man, the one in a different uniform. He must be here for a reason, maybe a stand-in for Gideon, an officer of some kind. He was watching you, closely, intently. His eyes were deep and brown and soft. His hair shaggier than what you expected from an Imp, thick, dark, curly. You frowned.  You knew this man. You’d never seen his face but you knew him. The arch of his brow, the curve of his nose, the golden tan of his skin. You’d know him anywhere. “No,” you breathed, searching him for some sign that he was imprisoned. You couldn’t think of another reason he’d be here, unmasked, standing in front of you. “No!”  He pulled a blaster and started shooting. 

My favorite lines are, in first place, this bit from Lavender:

“Jesus Christ!” The man against the wall was trying to move but was stuck.  Joel just smiled.  “Jesus ain’t here, friend,” he said. “You better start prayin’ to me.” 

Second place, this part of Beskar Doll:

“She is the only prayer I know,” he drew his blaster, aiming it at the man’s head. His voice was calm. Inside, he was raging. “And you took her from me.” 

Finally, this line from Yearling:

“Never understood why men like you think you’re gonna get mercy,” Joel said, grabbing his hair. “God washed his hands of your kind a while ago. I’m what comes for you instead and I don’t know mercy. So tell me, how long were you supposed to be gone?” 

Sorry that was so long!!

25. a fic you read this year you would recommend everyone read -Fear of God by @netherfeildren for sure. It's my favorite fic ever, I reread it any time I face the slightest inconvenience in life, it is my comfort fic, I'm in love with it.

Thank you for asking, Bestie! Love you!

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kissing someone after renouncing ur god by urself bestie? not anymore. ahsbdjdkkss whatever first kiss fic :3333 <- kickin my legs squealing, blushing, the whole thing

ship: bar.nabas tha.rmr/kosmos (ryder) {implied/future} slei.pnir harba.rd/kosmos {they're poly ok, they all date each other}

words count? yeah i count words! idk

warnings: ff16 spoilers, a lil suggestive, they're making out basically, some religious talk (not any real world religions, but that kind of talk)

notes: ok so this. actually happens quite a bit into them knowing each other and is after an entire sequence of events that is too long to recall right here (but ill post later). oh ryder/kosmos uses he/they so its intermixed in there. yippee!

"kosmos is the anti-thesis of ultima. his enemy lost to time, to distances beyond man. a callous, capricious, volatile being that cares not for the ascension of man - for the new world and the salvation that He shall bring upon us." barnabas' grip on his chin tightened, forcing him to maintain eye contact. behind the abyss of the kings' deep blue eyes, something twisted and swirled, an emotion lost to him- some tempest unknown.

"yet. you are none of these."

his grip fell away, moving to run his fingers along their jaw, eyes following; caressing and memorising each minute detail, as if seeing him for the first time.

"where you should be callous, you have been..kind. to myself, to my lord commander. where you should have been capricious, you have been steadfast - stubborn. and volatile?" he titled his head and chuckled, the sound resonating through his chest in a pleasant manner, "you are certainly that. though perhaps not as my Lord would have us believe."

"barnabas i-" ryder stumbled out, cheeks flushed and eyes wide, fixated on the man before him.

"perhaps my Lord has been wrong." the king interrupted, now with one hand gripping the back of their neck and the other reaching up to cusp his cheek, running a thumb along their lips, "perhaps..."

the tension in his shoulders fell away, leaning into the warmth of his hand, closing their eyes to savour the feeling. barnabas always seemed to run hotter than everyone else, even the eikons of fire they surrounded themselves with; yet they could feel the aged callouses on his thumb, from years of wielding a sword, as it continued its path.

they glanced back up at the man stood before him, towering over him as he sat, cross-legged on the bed. he had almost forgotten how the conversation had even begun, how his head had ached and drawled in pain and even that sleipnir stood, a mere few feet away, silently watching.

for a moment, his eyes flicked to where the other man had stood - still stood - one hand on his hip, the other rubbing his chin as a smirk gripped him - and something... some emotion sat in the blue of his eyes, waiting to pounce, like a ravenous couerl.

"look at me." the king demanded and he obeyed instantly, barely remembering to breathe again.

barnabas' movements paused, finally, seemingly content with his memorisation.

"where my lord has forsook me, you have not. where he would see me dead, you would not." his eyebrow raised an inch, barely passing the casual stoicism he maintained, "you saved my life, kosmos. that is not a debt i take lightly. tell me why."

"i don't want you to die." it was all that came to mind.

"why?"

"i..." ryder shrunk under his gaze, words escaping him and he forced himself to maintain eye contact, "i want you to live. without ultima. freely. just... you."

he earned a hum in response - the same kind barnabas' always did whenever he expected more words from him, more of an answer, a story- anything that he could say, he expected it.

"and it's not fair." ryder mumbled, "it's not fair that you dedicated your life to ultima and he just, threw you away. he never cared. he just wanted to use you, use your powers - just to make clive stronger. that's cruel, callous, capricious. he doesn't get to call himself a god, the god, not when he does stuff like that. that's not what gods should be."

it was as if a small shockwave had hit barnabas, the effect leaving a frown scattered across his face and something angry- no, hurt had settled in the deep oceanic corners of his eyes. his head tilted once more, a strange feeling fleetingly passing over him- then it was gone.

the hand in their hair tightened its grip ever so slightly, then softened and kosmos resisted the urge to close his eyes at the feeling, instead slowly blinking.

an arduous moment of silence, stretched out by only the sound of them breathing - with ryder pointedly ignoring the way their eyes (when not staring up into the kings') were eye-level with his chest and could see, almost feel, his breathing too.

finally, barnabas' hand fell away from his cheek, instead tugging the bottom of their chin, teasingly. a small grin began to pull through his stoic mask and the sight pulled an odd string in their chest.

"i see."

he leant his head down, closer now than ever, voice barely above a whisper.

"and how ought i to thank you? -my life, after all, is owed to you."

"oh. yo- you don't owe me anything. not your life, that's yours." they leaned back slightly, into the hand still entangled in his black hair, and held back a gasp, "i don't, i don't want or-or need anything from you."

"oh?" barnabas huffed, grin settling into a smirk, "i was not aware the king of waloed needed permission to give you a gift."

"well, no, i- i only meant that-"

he laughed at that, a high-pitched giggle that found its root in his chest, and pressed his forehead against ryders', eyes slipping closed.

a shudder ran through them at the contact and slowly, they reached a hand up to cup his cheek, noting the way he suppressed a flinch. he was warm, still, and the thin strands of his beard were coarse against their fingers, softly bitter to the touch.

ryders' blue eyes flicked back to his, and he was staring again - the same intensity as always, but much, much closer. his eyes flicked downwards and they took that as a sign; they were definitely understanding the situation correctly.

he pushed forward, lips connecting intently, and barnabas responded in kind, nipping his bottom lip. the hand holding his chin dropped to grasp at his neck, cupping the underside of their jaw, and they could feel the other tugging at his hair, keeping him upright.

not content with this, kosmos reached up to tangle their hands into the scruffy black hair of his, pulling it a little too hard, and earning an almost inaudible moan from the king.

he pulled away from the kiss, panting and watching as barnabas' followed him for a moment, then paused, resting his forehead against theirs once more. his eyes half-closed, but following their movement intensely.

"did- did i pull your hair too hard? i didn't mean to." ryder breathed out, resisting the urge to dive back into another kiss.

that drew another laugh from the king and he leaned down, placing a kiss upon their neck, then their jaw, their cheek and finally, a peck upon their lips. this time, leaving them reaching after him, a bright red flush colouring them.

"i have felt chocoboros with more pull, my kosmos." he placed another kiss on their nose, a smirk pulling at him when it scrunched up, "do you still believe my life not to be yours?"

"that's not- that's... you know, we'll...work on that."

#jupiter.speaks #.writing #j.writes #👤.kosmos #❤️.barnabas #> IDK WHERE THIS CAME FROM I WAS JUST SO. FULL OF EMOTIONS OKAY. IM AHEUEHEHHEHHHH #> i gotta sleep now but hehe :3 heehe :3 #.oktorb #> i hope this reads well + is good + cool and stuff it is half midnight tho i really gotta sleep. ty gn

[wyn-n-tonic]

Lessons — Prologue

Word Count: 545 Warnings: None (but let me know if there actually is). Author's Note: Okay, besties, let me just pinch my nose and jump right into this one. Here's to hoping I don't let either me or you down as I attempt to get this story out of my head and onto a page as we round out the year with the -ber months. Named f!reader but no name revealed yet. Alternative universe where time didn't open up in Rhett's backyard to swallow his brother whole. A thank you to @green-socks and @tauralmie who have been living in this little world with me for weeks in our DMs.

MASTERLIST | Ao3 | Ko-Fi | Lessons Pinterest

It finally hits somewhere along I-70, the green skies of your childhood dyed so much deeper as nothing but flat land for miles reflect back at it. If it’s not already bad, it sure looks like it was gonna get there. 

Back at home, when the sirens went off, shelter was always a step away—an interior closet, a windowless bathroom, a ditch off the side of the road you could run into. But this? This is Flying Monkey fearful with nowhere to hide for miles. 

That’s when it becomes obvious, when the first sirens go off with no trees to break the blaring sound. Life changed and it would never, truthfully, be the same. Even if you get out of this without a scratch, your appreciation for how much of the world is the same while being so different grows. Because it finally sinks in just how different but the same you are—driving across the plains in an old Honda Civic in the not-quite-cool but not overbearing heat of summer in search of yourself, looking for the comfort of home. 

But home stopped being home a long time ago, as you grew through college and hopped on airplanes, hoping to develop from who you were to the person you would be become. Home stopped being home the first time you left it for good, half a taste of independence that left you restless for more on the breaks from higher education. The final nail in that coffin came the first time you set foot on the Abbott ranch, meeting deep blue and tired eyes across the room on a Saturday afternoon. 

This is just a stepping stone to the life that you want, no different, really, but so much harder too. And easier. Two conflicting emotions telling you that even if this is the worst pain you’ve ever felt, you’ve been here before and you’ll get through it again. Find something else, somebody else. A voice in your head promising that relief is on the way. 

You pass the state line and into clear skies, everything fading into nothing in the rearview as the first sign of civilization for miles—a Wal-Mart—is advertised for the next exit with another sign not far after marking how much further to Indianapolis and the switch to 65 that will see you through to Tennessee. A thousand miles and more just to run from the shadow of one mountain and into another with a broken heart and every intention to stare down the opposite path to the woman you could have been. The things you could have seen, meet the men you could have loved.

The ringing on your phone cuts through the din of silence you’ve been sitting with for the last two hours. But there’s no point to picking it up. There won’t even be a message left or a text. If Rhett Abbott has something to say, he’ll say it in real time but you won’t be there to hear it. There’s a reason sirens were named after the beautiful women of Greek mythology, their song a warning of awaiting destruction—and now you’re forced to listen on repeat in the aftermath as you seek shelter far too late.

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[elocinnicole]

Hi! I just love your work can you please write an Ashley and Miles fic? I love their dynamic as a couple and can't wait to see Season 2.

Red Cup Girl

Pairing: Miles x Ashley

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI for strong language, sexual language, underage drinking, and slight gun violence.

Summary: Ashley sneaks out with Janelle to go to a senior party. Note: So, I really don’t know the ages of these characters seeing that Ashley and Janelle are besties they met in 6th grade, Collin is older than Janelle, and according to the movie, Collin and Miles are the same age. It’s 2018 in the show but they’re in their 30s In conclusion, maybe they are at least a year apart, well in my universe they are. Word Count: 2.7K

“Smash! Come on, let’s go!” Janelle whispered loudly

“Shut the fuck up Nelle, I’m coming.” Ashley retorted, she let out a deep breath before taking the small but large leap out of the dining room window. Ashley jogged over to her best friend trying to catch her breath.

“Girl, you not gonna close the window? What about your Dad?”

"Bitch, he’s passed out on the couch.”

“Then why the fuck you jump out the window?”

“Because…shit I don’t fucking know, come on let’s go.” Ashley grabbed Janelle’s arm and they ran down the street giggling along the way.

“I can’t believe we’re actually doing this,” Janelle said excitedly they could hear the bass from the speakers down the street from where the party was being held. It was the first day of summer break and the first party of the summer.

“Nelle, chill, we’re sophomores now, we gotta act the part.” Ashley reminded the two best friends approached the house. When they approached the front door, they were stopped by one of the guys they went to school with.

“Gotta take an entry shot,” He mumbled

“Shot of what?” Ashley questioned, which prompted an elbow nudge from Janelle

“What you got?”

“Ever clear,” He said handing the two shot glasses to Ashley and Janelle.

They inwardly gagged at the stench emitting from the shot glass, “No shot, you can’t get in.” They looked at each other and quickly drank the shot. Janelle shook her head while Ashley was barely keeping it together. “Can we get another one?” Ashley looked at her friend like she had two heads growing out of her neck

“Bitch, unh uh.” Ashley walked into the house with Janelle following

“Come on, it wasn’t that bad, what did you just say, ‘We’re sophomores now.” Janelle teased “Yeah, but that shit was fucking death, I need something to chase this down.”

“Can you get me something too?” Ashley nodded, she walked into the kitchen and grabbed a red cup form the table, but a few cups were stuck together. She was about to separate them when two guys came up to her and grabbed a couple of cups from the stack and filled their drink.

“Thanks,” they said absent mindedly,

“No, I wasn’t-I was just—” Ashley sighed she got some more cups when the same thing happened, before she knew it she was handing out red solo cups to everyone that came to the punch bowl.

“Smash! Girl, what the hell you doing?”

“I don’t know I was trying to get some punch and niggas just started grabbing them and now I can’t stop, look!” Just then a girl grabbed a cup from Ashley’s hand and filled it before dancing away.

“See!” Ashley exclaimed

“Yeah, they was talking about a Red Cup bitch, passing out cups and shit.”

“They gave me a name?”

“Look, all you have to do is, grab a cup for you and for me. We gonna put this stack down. Alright, now let’s go dance.” They made their way through the crowds of people. Started dancing on the makeshift dance floor in the living room of the home.

“Oh shit, Nelle is that your brother?”

“What the fuck, I thought he was hanging with Val.”

“Who?”

“His bougie ass girlfriend,” Ashley nodded her head slowly

“Janelle, what the fuck you doing here?”

“What you mean what I’m doing here, the fuck you doing here?”

“I asked you first,”

“I--”

“Man, I was tryna to get a drink, but Red Cup girl wasn’t there,” Ashley looked at Janelle worriedly

“Listen, no one knows it was you.” She whispered

“Hey, what up Nelle?”

“What’s good Miles,” Janelle said, Miles’ eyes landed on Ashley, and he smirked at her, making her blush furiously

“What’s up, Ashley Rose.”

“Hey Miles,” She greeted shyly. Ever since they were kids Ashley has had a huge crush on Miles, she remembers the first time she laid her eyes on him. It was Janelle’s 12th birthday and Ashley was spending the night at her house. Ashley was getting some water in the middle of the night when she bumped into Miles who was walking back to Collin’s room.

“Oh, my bad,” Miles said

“No, I’m sorry I wasn’t looking,” Ashley mumbled

“You’re Ashley, right? Janelle’s friend.”

“Uh, yeah.”

“I’m—”

“I know who you are,” Ashley blurted out, oh shit, she wasn’t supposed to say that out loud. Now, he’s laughing at her, great now he thinks she’s some kind of stalker

“I mean, what I meant was I’ve seen you and Collin around and I’m not like on some creep squad—”

“Chill, chill, chill, I know what you meant, I’ve seen you around too,” He said smoothly, making Ashley’s cheeks turn red,

“I’ll just…I’ll see you later,” Ashley said quietly as she walked to the kitchen, she turned back to see if Miles was still standing there and he was looking right at her, she blushed furiously and rushed into the kitchen. Miles chuckled and continued walking to Collin’s room to finish whatever video game he was playing only to run into Collin who was standing at the door and saw the entire thing. Miles rolled his eyes at the knowing look Collin gave him

“Come on bruh,” Miles pleaded

“I didn’t say anything, don’t worry I won’t tell anyone about your crush,” Collin teased, Miles playfully shoved Collin who laughed in response

“Miles and Ashley sittin in a tree,”

“Shut the fuck up bruh!”

The rest of the night, Miles and Ashley kept locking eyes from across the room. No matter where she went, Miles wasn’t far from her. Ashley liked him…a lot, she wasn’t sure if he liked her back. She knew about his reputation, he probably doesn’t even see her like that. Ashley was talking to Janelle and another girl from school, Rachel. Ashley laughed at something Janelle said, she looked up and saw Miles intently staring at her, the gesture made her blush and look away, maybe she was overthinking it. There’s no way he was looking at her, when she looked back up he was still looking at her this time with a small smirk on his face. Janelle and Rachel noticed the exchange and started to squeal excitedly.

“Come on, guys it’s not that serious. He’s not even looking at me.” Ashley said, trying to convince herself

“Bitch, he’s been staring you down since he saw you.”

“Shit, if you don’t want him, fuck I’ll take him. Kierra was with him last year and she told me that the sex—” Rachel stopped herself when she saw Ashley staring daggers at her, “Damn, Ash I was just kidding,”

“You know Miles her boo and the bitch Kierra probably lying. I live next door I ain’t never seen that girl over there.”

“He would come to her house, you know her Mama work the night shift at the hospital.” Ashley started clenching her fists, wait a minute, why was she getting mad, Miles didn’t even know she existed, well at least not like that.

“Okay but it’s not just Kierra, Diamond and Alisha was talking about it they sent me pictures.” Ashley head snapped up at that, Miles was sending dick pics?

“Girl I don’t wanna see that shit, Miles is like my brother, but forward that to Ash, I’m sure she won’t mind.” Janelle joked

Miles kept his eyes on Ashley making Collin roll his eyes, he looked at Val who was thinking the same thing

“Nigga you just gonna stare at her the whole time?”

“What? Bruh, I’m not staring at Ashley.” Miles said defensively

“How you know I was talking about Ash, man.” Miles stuttered over his words something that only happened when he was embarrassed which wasn’t often.

“Just talk to her,” Val offered

“Thanks for the advice Val, I never thought of that shit before,” Miles replied sarcastically

“Pussy,” She mumbled under her breath

“What?”

“You heard me,”

“Well air out then,” Miles challenged, Collin put his hand up between the two of them

“Alright, alright, you look like a stalker just staring at her. Just pull her to the side and talk to her,” Miles was trippin, he could talk to her just like he talks to any other girl, but Ashley wasn’t just some other girl, she was Ashley Rose and he didn't want to fuck things up.

“Fuck it,” Miles downed the rest of his drink and started to walk over to Ashley.

“Oh bitch, he’s coming over here,” Janelle said hitting her friend

“Damn Janelle, you gonna beat her ass before he even come over here.”

“What do I say?”

“Just be chill,” Janelle turned Ashley around and Miles was standing right before her

“Hey,”

“Hey,” she breathed, Miles nodded her over, and Ashley looked back at Janelle who eagerly waved her off. Ashley grabbed Miles’ hand and let him lead her to a quieter place in the house. They ended up sitting on a hammock swing in the backyard.

“Haven’t seen you in a while, what you been up to?” She shyly shrugged her shoulders

“Nothing,” Miles snickered and playfully bumped her shoulder

“Why you actin’ all shy?”

“I’m not,” Ashley insisted

“You are, Ashley Rose.” Hearing him say her name like that made butterflies flutter inside her.

“You don’t gotta be shy around me, besides I’ve seen how you and Janelle can get.” Miles teased lightly Ashley smiled softly in response, taking a sip from whatever was in her cup. Miles scooted closer to her, an act that didn’t go unnoticed by Ashley, took another long sip from her cup before setting it aside. Miles then placed an arm around her, which made her heart beat faster.

Miles sensed that she was nervous, shit maybe she didn’t like him. Now he looks like the older creep who’s bothering a girl who doesn’t like him. Miles moves to take his arm from her around her, Ashley sighed inwardly, maybe he was just being nice.

“My bad, I ain’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” Ashley frowned

“Huh?”

“You got a little tense, I don’t you to think I’m-you know, being weird.” It took a while for Miles's words to sink in, he’s usually so sure of himself, well anytime that Ashley’s around him he never wavers or hesitates, but with her, it’s like his brain short circuits.

“No, no, I didn’t mind I actually liked you holding me,” Ashley admitted that last part quietly, Miles left out a breath of relief.

“Can I?”

“Oh, yeah,” This time, Ashley leaned in too and laid her head against his shoulder, he wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close to him. They seemed to fit together like puzzle pieces.

“Sorry,”

“For what? What you apologizing for?” “This my first time, you know, with a guy like this,” Miles smirked he thought it was so cute that Ashley was flustered by him.

“You don’t gotta apologize for everything.”

“Seems like that’s all I do at home.”

“You know, if you ever don’t want to go home or Janelle’s busy, you can come over to mine.” Miles offered, Ashley looked at him, touched by the gesture.

“Thanks, Miles.” Miles cleared his throat, Ashley raised an eyebrow he seemed like he was, nervous? Oh God, was he about to ask her something?

“Do you want to, um, do you wanna go and um…” Oh shit, he was about to ask her out like on a date? Or friends? Wait, what if he just wanted to be friends and Ashley was reading too much into this whole situation.

“Ashley!” She slightly jumped back at the tone of his voice, he sheepishly grinned maybe he said her name too loud, “Sorry, sorry, uh Ashley do you want to-” get a grip, Miles thought to himself, why does Ashley make him so nervous.

Their sweet moment was cut short by a few gunshots ringing out and a group of teens screaming and running out the back door and jumping over the fence. Among the crowd were Collin, Janelle, and Val.

“Niggas started shooting, time to go!” Collin said as he helped his sister and girlfriend hop the fence. Miles grabbed Ashley’s hand and after he helped her jump over, he followed and the group of friends ran as fast as they could. Once they were a reasonable distance they slowed down and started walking, Ashley noticed that Miles never let her hand go, not that she was complaining.

“Imma head on back, you coming?” Collin asked Janelle

“I was gonna walk Ash home,”

“I’ll walk her home,” Miles spoke up Collin and Janelle exchanged knowing looks before snickering

“Alright, call me Smash,” Janelle called out walking with her brother and Val.

“You don’t have to walk me home.”

“I know, but I want to.”

The five-minute walk to Ashley’s home was a quiet but content one. They got all the way to her front door where they awkwardly stood on the welcome mat, still holding hands.

“Thanks for walking me home,”

“Like I said, I wanted to. Besides, my Mom would beat my ass if she found out I let you walk home alone.”

“It was nice hanging out with you, Miles.” What happened next caught Ashley completely off guard, Miles pulled her in for a hug. She was frozen for a moment until she relaxed into the hug and returned it, she inhaled deeply smelling his cologne.

“I had fun too…Red Cup Girl,” Ashley gasped and pulled away from the hug to see Miles holding back his laugh

“You knew it was me,” She exasperated

“That’s why I was looking for you, I was hoping to talk to you then but when I went to the kitchen you were already gone.” Embarrassed, Ashley covered her face and groaned

“Don’t be embarrassed,” Miles pulled her hands away from her face and moved her curly hair back, "it was cute." his hand lingering on her cheeks, causing her to blush. Miles took a few steps forward and leaned in, Ashley took a small step forward and leaned in as well. Her eyes closed in anticipation, she feel his lips ghosting over hers when,

“Ashley Rose?” This time she heard her name, it didn’t make her feel warm and fuzzy, it was the exact opposite. Miles and Ashley jumped feet away from each other they looked and saw her Mom, standing in front of the bus stop her arms folded

“What are you doing out this late at night?” From the stains on her scrubs and the tired look in her eyes, Ashley’s mom was far from pleased, sputtering for an answer Ashley knew she was going to get grounded and summer break just started.

“Mrs. Johnson, I was walking Ashley home from Mama Nancy’s house. We were all hanging out and I didn’t want Janelle to walk her home so I offered. I’m sorry for keeping her out so late, that was my fault, we lost track of time playing games.” Miles said easily, her mom sighed heavily as she walked up the steps

“Well, thank you for walking her home, Miles, but it’s way past her curfew. Say Goodnight to Miles, Ashley,” her mom walked into the house and closed the door.

“Sorry about——” Miles cut Ashley off with a kiss just as quickly as it started, it ended

“I told you about saying sorry,” Miles breathed “Good night Ashley Rose,”

“Goodnight Miles,” She smiled dreamily, softly touching her lips. Miles waited until she was inside before he started his walk home. When Ashley closed the door and she leaned against the door and breathed heavily, still reeling after her kiss with Miles. Someone clearing their throat brought her out of her daydream

“So, you and Miles?” Her mom teased lightly

“Mom,” Ashley whined

“I didn’t say anything, I think he’s a nice young man, but you’re still grounded.” The mother and daughter were about to go upstairs when hurried knocks made their heads turn. Ashley opened the door and there was Miles out of breath like he had been running,

“Sorry, I forgot to ask you, do you want to go on a date?” Ashley blinked in surprise

“Yeah, yes, of course.”

“Great,” Miles kissed her again, “I’ll see you tomorrow at 7.” Before he was off again. Ashley closed the door and blanched when she saw her mom, she forgot she was still there for a moment. She whipped her body around to see her Mom holding back a smile. “Mom, please don’t say anything.” Ashley pleaded walking past her mom

“I didn’t, but I do think you guys are gonna be cute together.” She said following her daughter up the stairs

“Mom!”

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#Blindspotting #Blindspotting Fic #Blindspotting Starz #Blindspotting Series #Miles Tunrer #Ashley Rose #Janelle Hoskins #Collin Hoskins #Val #Miles x Ashley #Jasmine Cephas Jones #Rafael Casal #Candace Nicholas-Lippman #Daveed Diggs

[aristobun]

Helene arrived at Col’s house a little after noon, her backpack filled with water, a sandwich, some sweets and the flashlight with enough batteries to keep them going for a few hours. It was going to take them a good few hours to reach those railroad tracks, so it would be approaching twilight time when they eventually started the ghost hunt they had every intention of undertaking and seeing through until they captured something worthwhile.

‘ Come on, Colly, we gotta get there before the sun goes down, ‘ she yelled from outside, hearing the other girl yell back that she was coming and to hold her horses. ‘ Boy, that lilt of yours really comes flying out when you’re pissed, ‘ she chuckles, pulling the straps back over her shoulders as they started to slip down her arms.

‘ Jesus, you’d think I was still sleepin’ or somethin’, ‘ Colleen was laughing in spite of how much annoyance she felt at being rushed, although she understood too well and wouldn’t want them stranded in the dead of night with miles and miles of train tracks to follow back home. 

‘ Y’know, sometimes it takes you so long I’d be thinkin’ you were. What took you so long? ‘ Hel is amused at the frustration but quickly lightens the mood as she hands her best friend a packet of skittles from her bag and pulling one out for herself, too.

‘ Skittles aren’t gonna make your naggin’ easier to deal with, Hel, ‘ Colleen laughs, brushing off the troubles and popping a handful into her mouth as they started their walk, further and further along until the houses went out of view and the forest up ahead wasn’t too far away. ‘ How long do you think it’ll take to reach the tracks? ‘ she asks, downing a mouthful of water.

‘ I reckon at least three hours of walkin’, with stops along the way cause I haven’t walked that far since my dad took us hiking a few years ago. Do you remember that weekend? My legs haven’t endured that much work since.. getting old in our late teens I guess, ‘ she heaves a sigh and can already feel the tension in her legs as they cross a clearing until they’re a few feet from the trees which will at least give them a fair bit of shelter away from the blazing sun.

‘ Christ, I hope my own legs don’t pack in before we get there, ‘ the green eyed woman sighs but realises the upcoming shade they’re about to experience will benefit their journey greatly. ‘ Chris and the boys haven’t even been back up this way in a few years, ‘ she adds.

‘ Oh yea, I overhead Chris tellin’ Gordie just last week they won’t ever go back there where that kid died.. I think everythin’ that happened with Ace scared them all off going near the place, along with witnessing the sight of a dead body, too.. obviously, ‘ Helene rambles on, taking a long sip of water as they continued on through the forest, passing snacks back and forth.

‘ Right, I don’t blame them really, that would put me off goin’ back for the rest of my life, ‘ Colleen answered, popping a piece of gum into her mouth and beginning to chew as she handed one over to her bestie, who willingly accepted the fresh mint as a change from the gummies.

‘ Ace and the boys should’ve gotten some reprimandin’ I think, for what they did.. or at least what he tried to do, ‘ Helene says, ‘ God, I would have shot him if he’d actually hurt the boys. ‘ 

‘ He’s gonna be in trouble with the law for the rest of his life at the rate he’s goin’. Hell, it’s been a few years since and he still hasn’t quit with all the bullshit, ‘ Col states, shaking her head because the two of them had been sweet on each other on and off for a long, long time.

‘ You and him still going together or? ‘ Hel asks, curious and turning to look at her friend.

‘ Nah, we haven’t been for a while now.. at least six months or so, I just don’t think I can wait for him to grow up, or at least stop gettin’ himself thrown behind bars every other weekend. I almost never got to see him when we were together cause he was never out long enough, ‘ she sighs.

‘ I don’t blame you, really. I would be pretty fed up with him, too. I remember that boy years ago who came into town, who I tried to get with.. that Landon Carter, do you remember him? he lasted about two months here before his dad had to ship them both back off out of the state to return home, cause the town didn’t want him here, ‘ Helene shook her head in distaste.

‘ I remember, didn’t he also hang about with Ace and the boys a lot before they headed on out? ‘ Col asked, the two girls relating a lot in terms of past boyfriends and how immature they were, which gave them little to no hope for a happy relationship in their futures.

‘ He did, spent most of his time with Eyeball I think, but tried to lead the group as much as Ace, which I think pissed him the hell off and he got booted and not long after that is when they left town, ‘ Helene sighs, downing some more water and digging around in the bag for a baby ruth for both herself and Colleen. ‘ Here.. we better eat these before they melt. ‘ 

‘ Oh you’re a gem! chocolate for the hike, ‘ Col says, unwrapping the bar with eagerness only a child would have and chomping down right away, which Hel followed suit with as they walked.

‘ Almost there, I can see the bridge from here, too, ‘ Helene remarked, biting down into the bar again and pointing ahead to the appearance of the tracks just to the left.

#drabble #save #helene marie starling #colleen murphy

[justaredheadf1fan]

Spa goes on and on and I can't keep up this week 😅

So, this week has been interesting, since between work and plans coming along the way, I haven't been able to watch anything on time in the end 😂

I'm gonna be posting this after I watch the race and everything else, because yesterday I was only able to watch FP2, and today I'll be watching FP3, Quali and the race after work. I'll be starting with what I wrote yesterday about FP2, which wasn't really much, and I'll continue with what I'll be writing through today about the rest.

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So I'm currently watching FP2 and the one thing that caught my eye was the near miss from Lewis in Eau Rouge, because I almost lost it. Jesus Christ, thankfully our baby boy (I know he's 37. Just... Okay?) knows exactly what he's doing and with a little luck could save it on time. Otherwise, my washing machine was way more interesting so far. If I'd tried to watch this last night it would've put me to sleep, then I did good going to sleep before even trying 😂

I'm going out later and I know for a fact I'll be back too late to keep writing or watching anything at all, so see ya tomorrow.

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It's not like a lot more happened in FP3 whatsoever. Pretty boring, pretty standard. I'm actually looking for flights in the mean time ngl.

Verstappen saying there were no yellow flags to slow down for and still getting called out for not slowing down. The "funny" remark from his engineer was way too obvious. Where the fuck do these people leave their neurons?

Now Sharl going up against the wall through the gravel causing a Red Flag... My heart can't take this anymore 🥲 thank goodness he could take it outta there... but that's about it. Absolutely nothing going on.

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Now onto Quali, it still amazes me how the commentators keep diminishing Mercedes and both Lewis and George. Yes, they might be struggling, not doing as good as expected and everything, but they're still Mercedes and they're definitely still Lewis and George.

Not much going on really, Seb missed Q2, a shame, I wish he had the chance to go through every single time and make some points during races before retiring, he deserves at least a nice going away ending.

Nothing going on either during Q2, Mick and Daniel dropped as well, and I still don't get how's it possible that Albon went through to Q3, meh.

Onto Q3 now before going to work and not so exciting for now, honestly I hope the race gives us something, because otherwise this will be the most boring comeback. And I counted on Spa giving us a little something something, you know?

There's just been a moment where Carlos got in the middle of the tow Ocon was trying to give Alonso? With Lewis right behind them too? And now Charles giving Carlos a tow and as usual Carlos not doing his teammate's work justice losing the chance. And he obviously got pole anyway due to all the penalties.

So now after all the penalties are applied, Charles starts from P16, Inbred Frog from P15, Norris from P18, Estie Bestie from P17, Mick from P20... and that benefits my Merc boys who are now starting Lewis from P4 and George from P5, Daniel from P7 and Seb from P10. It's gonna be an interesting one at least at the very start. Let's see what it brings us, which I'll see way later and I'll know before I even start the streaming.

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It's time for the race and I have no words. I truly don't. The start was amazing in general, but whoa. I'm actually not paying attention anymore and it's been just 7 laps.

Look, I might take that Lewis made a mistake closing that gap with Alonso when he was on the outside, but nothing else. His left rear tyre passed over Alonso's front right tyre and over the side, not over him like Verstappen's did at Monza last year, let's not mistake shit. Plus, he admitted he did it wrong and apologized and blamed himself enough times to break any fans heart. How many drivers do that? Alonso doesn't so many people need to just fuck off already.

The one good thing I've seen at the restart besides how sexy the Safety Car really is, is George not letting Alonso pass him. My dear boy.

Apart from this bittersweet moment, I haven't really paid attention to any of it. The summary would be: RedBull have an illegal car and that's why they're that, as Marina says 😂, Ferrari making clown decisions as they usually do and Estie Bestie's amazeballs overtake on Pierre and Seb at the same time, which was fantastic.

I'm really not looking forward to next weekend in Zandvoort, bet my ass you all know why. First because it's a boring ass circuit and second because it's the house of a certain douche. Plus, not gonna be able to watch anything until the following day each day since I'm working until midnight every single day that weekend. Lucky me 🤪

Anyway, it's time for bed and forget about this day now. Peace out!

#f1 #formula 1 #mercedes amg f1 #scuderia ferrari #aston martin racing #haas f1 team #mclaren f1 racing #alfa romeo racing #alpine f1 team #scuderia alpha tauri #williams racing #sir lewis hamilton #george russell #charles leclerc #Carlos saint jr #sebastian vettel #lance stroll #mick schumacher #kevin Magnussen #daniel ricciardo #lando norris #zhou guanyu #valtteri bottas #esteban ocon #fernando Alonso #pierre gasly #yuki tsunoda #alex albon #nicholas latifi #belgian gp 2022

[whileyoureinschoolidothisallday]

“𝕄𝕆ℕ𝕀𝕊𝔸” 𝕄𝕒𝕞𝕞𝕠𝕟 𝕩 𝔸𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕒 // ᴮᵉˢᵗ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈˢ ᵗᵒ ᴸᵒᵛᵉʳˢ, ᴾᴵᴺᴵᴺᴳ, ᴼⁿᵉ⁻ˢⁱᵈᵉᵈ ⁽ᵘⁿᵗⁱˡ ⁱᵗ’ˢ ⁿᵒᵗ⁻⁻ᵇᵘᵗ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵈⁱʳᵉᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ!⁾, ᴳᵒᵒᶠʸ ᶜᵒᵘᵖˡᵉ, ᴸᵒᵛᵉˢⁱᶜᵏ!ᴹᵃᵐᵐᵒⁿ, ᴼᵛᵉʳᵖʳᵒᵗᵉᶜᵗⁱᵛᵉ!ᴹᵃᵐᵐᵒⁿ

“𝘋𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶...”

(this is part of a selfship series! If you wanna see the beginning of the “story”, click here!)

After Dabi goes MIA, Arisa’s pretty torn up about it. She nurses that stupid phone until May, when bestie Akina finally has enough. Once again, she’s in need of a distraction, but this time it’s her friend that suggests a solution: a party in Hell! She’s been living in a place called the Devildom—literally Hell. Her and a few of the other demon students were planning on going clubbing, and she’s sure Risa would get along great with them. After much insistence, she caves. I mean, if Dabi doesn’t care, why should she, right?

It’s late into a very wild night when one of Kina’s demon friends finally shows up...and, with a smug grin, she proceeds to answer every question he has about Arisa...

Another addition to my moodboard series!!! Say bye-bye Dabi and hello Obey Me Boys! First up is the Demon of Greed himself, Mammon!

Playlist and story summary under the cut!

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1. Caraphernelia - Moaning over Dabi lmao

2. Tonight - Akina: BITCH FUCK YOUR BF GO OUT AND PARTY WITH ME IN HELL!!!!!!!!!!!

3. Number One Spot - Enter Mammon

4. Hot Mess - WE HIT IT OFF AND HE IS SMITTEN WITH MY DYSFUNCTIONAL DRUNK ASS

5. New Friend Request - Kina + Mammon (especially Mammon—man is already smitten) are trying to get me to join the program. I’m hesitant because HOW am I gonna be away for a year what if something happens to Dabi and I miss it???? What if the husbands need me?????

6. Interlude: Moving On - y’know what. Fuck this. I’m going.

7. Grow Up - Moving into the Devildom!

8. Vegas Lights - Welcome to RAD (honestly I see this as like...an anime opening)

9. Are You Gonna Be My Girl - Mammon quietly vibrating that I actually came and plotting out hair-brained schemes to get my attention

10. That’s What I Like - Hanging out with Mammon!!!!! Also not noticing/ignoring that he seems to like me cause I am too heartbroken for that rn and also Oblivious. And also he’s not very good at this he gets too nervous/tsundere or gets interrupted by the others lmao

11. Degenerates * * * - Hanging out with the other brothers!!!!!!! Honestly another anime opening lol. Lots of time passing throughout this, with just kina and me vibing in the Devildom. Putting a star here cause this is where the other romances would probably kick off!

12. You Make Me Feel - PARTY TIME!!!!!!!! Having a fucking great time with Mammon, of course

13. Black Butterflies and Deja Vu: Me@Mammon: I diagnose you with Simp

14. I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How to Dance With You: BETWEEN THE HUSBANDS AND HIS BROTHERS, HOW'S A MAN SUPPOSED TO GET ANY ATTENTION AROUND HERE???????? Doesn't help when oblivious Beel is like, "Mammon, you spend the most time with her, what does she like? What should I get her?" NOTHING, SHE'S MINE! FUCK OFF!

15. MakeDamnSure - I now diagnose you as Simp with strong symptoms of Pining

16. Jump Out the Window - Okay I was gonna write a short scene for this but basically Mammon getting really frustrated at me STILL nursing that human world phone of mine even after this long. That guy CLEARLY doesn't know or deserves to know what he's missing. "Don't mean to sit you down and turn this into therapy, but you gave too much time to that boy's charity"

17. ALSO HE'S RIGHT HERE

18. Death of a Strawberry - Wait, y'know what....He is right there. And quite charming. And sweet. And yeah he's a scrub, but like...with a Heart of Gold. Slowly, softly catching feelings. AND YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS??????

19. Since You Been Gone - FUCK DABI. SYMBOLICALLY THROWING THIS PHONE AWAY. Not literally cause it's my phone lmao BUT IT'S GOING IN THE CORNER AND I'M NOT LOOKING AT IT AND I'M FULLY PRESENT WITH THE PEOPLE AROUND ME WHO ACTUALLY WANT ME AROUND FROM NOW ON!!!!!!!!!!! IF YOU DIE, YOU DIE IDC IDC

20. Animal - HERE WE GO AGAIN, I THINK I WANNA BE MORE THAN FRIEEEEEENDS.

21. Domino - Hanging with Mammon more. Going out with him on Dates That Aren't Dates But No You Cannot Bring Anyone Else. Doing that thing like I'm in a fucking romance movie where I stare at him with googly eyes when he isn't looking. Uh-oh. Now I gotta diagnose myself with Simp.

22. C'mon - FLIRTING HELLA. C'mon man, I know you like me, stop being all shy and shit!!!!!!!

23. Have Faith In Me - We've reached peak Simp for both of us

24. Summertime Magic - I made an hc awhile ago where I like to chill with him while he works on his car. Maybe this ends up with him driving us somewhere and we're chilling somewhere with fast food. Finally grows a pair and asks me to go to a concert with him for our first Official Real Date

25. Fell In Love With A Girl - CONCERT TIME

26. Feels Good - Continued concert time. But it's me like, having a Moment. Feeling like I can breathe again. Feeling free and just completely feeling the music. He's watching me the whole time like I'm made out of fucking gold. Of course I notice.

"What?" I say with a laugh. 

It's dark for me to see the line of red along his nose. His tongue darts out just a bit to wet his lips. "Just really wanna kiss ya right now." 

"O-Oh..." Cue goofy smile. "Okay. Go for it."

I don't really remember the rest of the concert lmao

27. You - CONFESSION TIME. REALLY SWEET ROMANTIC SLEEPOVER AT MAMMO'S ROOM

28. Holly, Won't You Turn Me On? - Yeah okay I thought he was all over me before????????????? THE GREED IS IN FULL BLOOM NOW. I feel like I barely leave his room lmao

29. Gold Trans Am - AND I LOVE IT BUT HE'S TOO FUCKIN NICE SOMETIMES SHUT UP AND TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF AND GET OVER HERE GODDAMN

30. Your Guardian Angel - All that tsundere shit stops when it's just us cuddled up together. Is never gonna let anything hurt me again, he promises. I go from a boy that never tells me he loves me to one that literally doesn't stop

31. I'm Like A Lawyer - LOVE VIBES

Mammon is so sweet and protective. Down here, there’s nothing that’ll hurt MC again. Not while he’s around!

...Right?

#Harem of Cliche #selfshipping #selfship #mammon x y/n #obey me mammon #mammon x reader #moodboard #selfship moodboard

[veangeanceawaits]

I've decided I'll make this little account that nobody really sees into my own little went page. I don't think anybody I know will find me here. So, I think I'll address this to you, reader, whom I call Mia (I don't think anyone will actually read this, but it feels better than writing to no one, i guess).

So, hello! My name is Leti. With only one 't', please. I hate the double syllable variant, Letty or Lettie sounds really girlish to me yk.

I am half a year away from being twenty yo, and going to college to study english and all that. I am a pretty average person I think, even though I really, really hope I am not. I wish not to be. Normal people seem really weird to me, and it's so hard to be myself often, I just accept the situation and move on. I always saw the world in kind of my own way, dressed different, behaved odd, looked different from everybody. There were very few people I knew, who were similar to me. And even then I think I assimilated into situations. My mother always told me it'll pass, it's a phase and so on. I guess mom it wasn't. I found out I had ADHD not too long ago. I guess I really was an odd one. At least now I can justify it somewhat. I hope at least. I still feel incomplete though, as if a piece was missing, and I'm tired of comparing puzzle pieces. I can't cry anymore, I desire to hurt people around me in by-me-justified situations. And it's getting harder and harder by the minute to reign it in. To control that stress, frustration and bitter tears mixed with burning anger. I desire to yell. Yell my story with all to see.

Mia, I am a child of disfunctional family. I was first, then eleven or so years later came my sister. I just kept to myself most of the time. I was used sexually for a while, by two people, by a girlfried and a cousin while we were kids. I really couldn't say no, I am afraid that in a twisted way I might've even enjoyed it. Although it left me with scars I wish to carve into my own skin so people notice me sometimes. Along with so much more. Maybe you've guessed by now, or not, me and my mom aren't besties. She'd done many things that hurt me so much. I'll always have those feelings with me, somewhere in me. Deep, very very deep. On night's like these they come to haunt me like ghost's. I never really enjoyed living life, I had my world though. Inside my mind I made a place where I felt safe. I read books and lived the stories. Where people cared about me, where nothing was so hard anymore. Where I could fly if I wanted, I could fuck whomever I want. I could replay movies, books, I could kill, torture or exert my power and reign. I could really do everything, I could explore like Lara from Tomb raider. Whatever I saw and liked or thought up I could do. It was my escape, it was me. I spent days laying in bed being there, in class, during exams, during conversations. I lived there more than in the real world. Sometimes I wished that I would wake up there, with my lover or lovers waiting for me right by my side. Their hugs and love felt always more real than anything.

I wished I would go there after death, away from everybody else. I became distant and just suffered trough social events or conversations because I had the vision of going there. I wrote books, I tinkered too sometime, but most of the time I dreamt.

Years passed, and then I was leaving town to go to high school, things changed. I couldn't keep friends. They didn't really interest me, I could talk with them, but after a while I got tired and left them there. Changed person. I had better. And I became an always sour looking loner. Stuck in my own head. Time went on, and I was unhappy, with my appearance, myself, friends whatever came to mind. I never really understood my own or anybodies emotions. They seemed strange and weird, and I just couldn't get my head around them. I always felt that when I'm angry or sad somebody did something wrong to me. Or something like that. I just can't get them. Still can't. They're odd and yucky. Ew.

I found my first love then, first kisses, feelings everywhere, I knew it was trouble from the start. It was bliss regardless. The first time someone wamted little ol' me. I was over the moon, head over heels for her, but maybe for that feeling of being wanted too. I wasn't the best, I was seventeen and kinda dumb, she was eighteen and the same really. She was toxic and I was avoidant. Terrific combination, I think. So one may morning we bid each other goodbye. I feared her for a time. I couldn't look at her. Or be in her vicinity. I was avoidant, yet again. Shw scared me honestly. But then she left, and I hope I'll never see her again, but I hope she's alright and happy though.

I was broken after it ended, it shook me to my core, Alex came in picture a girl I met on tik tok. Sweet girl really, I overburdened ber with all my shite and then left her hanging when we both found other people. I really hope she's happy.

Then I found her. Simon or Simone? I have no idea how it is spelled. She felt like fresh breath, after a month we were together. A year and a few month went by living, drinking, smoking, loving, crying, lauging. And now I'm here. Trying to put myself together before graduation, and it's kinda not working, I guess. I am just absolutely tired and done with this. And I needed to calmdown really bad from my desire to cry or hurt people or both. So thank you Mia, thank you so much.

Good night!

[betweenstarsandsatellites]

I have so much to say and I don’t feel safe saying it to anyone so my therapist suggested I write it.

Recently, most of my friendships have fallen apart. This past year has been possibly the most depressed I’ve ever been. Despite that, I’ve been functional. I began to open up to two people I thought were safe, people I called my best friends, about how lonely and miserable I’ve been. In my mind, we all shared about struggles and supported each other through whatever was going on—until we weren’t. Around February I started noticing a change between the two. I invited them to come see me in a show and got no response. Snapchats were left on opened, texts went unanswered, until I finally asked what I had done to make them be distant. The response was the same from both of them—they’re both going through a lot and they don’t have the emotional energy to handle me right now, but I didn’t *do* anything to make them feel this way. I thought it was all addressed and I apologized for overwhelming them and telling them if I would have known, I would have been way more mindful of what I was sharing.

It still isn’t okay. I shared frustrations with one about them not communicating their problems with me when it first happened. They’re now ghosting me and have my notifications set to do not disturb. The other completely ignored me after the initial conversation until they responded that they needed space and for me to respect their boundaries. I absolutely understood, I said, and left it at that. Then, a week or two later, I get a text saying something along the lines of “I’m sorry if I made you feel you did something wrong, you didn’t, I have all of this stuff going on.” I said I understood and I would give space if they needed it, they just needed to let me know. I haven’t heard from them since. I’ve wished them a happy birthday and let them know I was thinking of them when it was the anniversary of their mom’s passing. Every text was read but no response.

Both of them went on a road trip together last weekend and posted about how much fun they had and how it was nice to get away with their “bestie.” I think at this point it’s obvious how much I am not missed or valued in this friendship. I am stuck between rage and horrific grief mixed with heavy loneliness. How dare they make me feel this way…how can I make this better…why are they treating me like this…maybe if I send another text apologizing.

I have come to realize that I am not the best friend of most, if not all, of my best friends. All are married/in serious relationships/have children. I’m 30, I’ve never been on a date, never been kissed, still a virgin, and living with my mom. I feel like what I haven’t accomplished outweighs anything that I have accomplished. I’m so lonely. I have all of these feelings and I now feel like I have to walk on egg shells around everyone in fear that I’ll overwhelm them or burden them if I open up. I’m exhausted. I’ve increased my therapy and started seeing a psychiatrist but I feel such an overwhelming sense of grief, loss, and displacement.

I’m tired of trying. I don’t feel like I belong really anywhere or with anyone and I can’t express it anywhere. If you read, thanks for reading. I’m hoping this time next year I can look back on this and see all of the growth that came from this time of my life, because 30 has been fucking awful.

#personal #about me #journal #growth #literally don’t feel like you need to read this #I just needed to get it out

[ask-little-red-riding-luz]

Little Red Riding Luz Chapter 5: A Trip to Mother’s.

“Just because Carol’s doll is prettier than your figurine doesn’t give you the right to take it without her permission. So, unless you want me to use you as wolf bait, I would ‘suggest’ that you go back, apologize to Carol, give her back the doll, and then ask Steve for a few extra chores to make up for it.”

The little boy, Braxas, nodded as he took the doll back from his older ‘sister’. “Okay, Miss Boscha.”

Boscha narrowed her eyes at the less than enthusiastic tone before patting his head. “Hey, behave and I might see about giving you a whittling lesson. What do you think?”

That seemed to get the boy excited and he immediately shifted his tone as he said in a weirdly deep voice, “Alright!”

Boscha shook her head at that before standing up and jerking a thumb to the side. “Alright, now get on back to Steve. They probably have plenty for you to do and I have an idiot to protect.”

“Yes, Miss Boscha. Enjoy your date!”

“Oh for fu- Girls don’t date!”

Luz blushed at the callout before brushing it away. After all, Boscha and her were just friends. You know, ones who had known each other for close to six years, bathed together in waterfalls, Close friends who washed under waterfalls, snuggled under the warm sun on days they both had off and one of them was so unbelievably pretty. With tan skin, long, pink hair, a scar that went from her jaw to her nose, and a second one that was a short, diagonal cut on her forehead, Boscha was a bombshell. Or, Luz expected most to think that way. She didn’t. Totally didn’t. That’d be weird.

Like she always was…

She tried to brush the thought off as she came closer and watched her friend do a double check of her gear. She was kitted out in what Luz was more used to seeing her in; her hunting attire. It persisted of a mottled green cloak that helped her blend in with the forest, leather armor that had been remade from her father’s own set hugged her body tightly, black, leather boots that went halfway up her calf for if she needed to go through water, and a pair of rough pants that were close to skintight. Then there were the knives. She had three that were easy to spot on her belt, one that was much more a dagger than a knife, one for cutting through thicker plants, and one to throw, but Luz knew better than to think that was all she had. Boscha was obsessed with the small weapons and so had probably about half a dozen stashed somewhere on her at any given time. Even when she wasn’t in her full attire, she had pulled out a twin set of them from nowhere before when she’d heard something large stalking the two of them.

Finally, there was the part of her kit that made her uncomfortable. Her rifle. Her father’s only rifle. The rough girl had kept it in immaculate condition, regardless of the fact that most in the village knew that she very rarely used it. Her father had taught her to use a bow first after all and had passed away before he could really train her with a gun. Not that she hadn’t practiced with it enough to become a master with it too. Boscha was scary like that. If she put her mind to something, she would make it work, even if she had to figure it all out on her own.

And as the only hunter in the village, she’d had to. Boscha glanced over at that moment before narrowing her eyes at her bestie. “Okay, what’s with the look? Don’t tell me you think I was too harsh on him.”

Luz jumped a little as she was pulled out of her thoughts before awkwardly waving her hands in front of her. The fact that she had two baskets today didn’t help make it any easier. She then glanced away for a second as she collected her thoughts before saying, “Um, no. I was just, you know, wondering why you were bringing a gun along today. Feel like being lazy?”

Boscha smirked a little at her friend acknowledging how easy the rifle made things compared to the bow. It was part of what had shaped her and her father’s thoughts on the weapon, especially since that ease came with some heavy prices. One of which was exactly why she had it with her now. “The bow is a weapon for hunting.” She then slipped the rifle off of her shoulder and checked it for a second before saying, “But if that wolf shows its face, I don’t plan to hunt it. After all, when I hunt, I try not to bother the rest of the woods. Other possible prey.” She then slipped it back over her shoulder as she finished with, “But I don’t care about any of that. I just want it dead.”

That made Luz pale but it wasn’t anything new. She took her job seriously. That was also the problem for Luz though as she bumped her hip into her friend’s. “Well, hopefully we won’t see them then, right? And we can just enjoy using those knives to spread some jam on my croissants.”

Boscha smiled a little as Luz lifted up her basket before she took out the throwing knife from her belt and offered the hilt to her bestie. “I had a light breakfast so I guess I’ll choke one down.”

Luz scrunched her face up a bit in fake fury before she began to reach into one of the baskets. However, she quickly stopped as Boscha placed her hands on her neck and arm. Just like yesterday, she bent her friend’s head a bit, stared at where the larger wound had been, and then took her hands away. “Sorry. I just wanted to make sure it was staying closed.”

Luz bit into her cheek, especially since the stretching of the muscles caused the wound to flare up in pain, but she didn’t dare say anything about it. Boscha would just say she was doing her job and maybe even punch the arm for complaining. She did decide to get her friend back for it though by japping her in one of the few holes in the armor’s side, which got Boscha to almost fall to the ground from her sensitive sides. “Hey!”

Luz bounced away a little before sticking her tongue out at Boscha. “You need to lighten up. That, or stop eating so many of my scones so your sides aren’t so soft.”

Boscha’s eyes narrowed before she grinned and got up. “Alright. Think a little cardio would help with that?”

Luz tilted her head in feigned ignorance before she turned on her heels and took off down the trail that led into the woods. Boscha was hot on her heels. The rough girl could have easily overtaken Luz if she wanted to but the two lived for these days. Days when they let their hair down and ran through the forest. Enjoyed the sun shining through the leaves, the chirping of Luz’s songs that always brought some peace to Boscha, and Boscha bringing Luz to new camps she made that the two could sleep in peace in just the two of them without anyone being able to find them to stop their day off.

It was cut off short though as Boscha wrapped an arm around her friend and pulled her in close, her hand tightly around Luz’s mouth as she held a finger up to tell her to keep quiet. She then moved her head to the side, the other, and then shoved Luz away as she yelled, “Did you just lick me?”

Luz put her hands on her hips, which made her wince when the baskets hit her, before she said, “Yes! Why did we stop?”

Boscha was quiet for a second as she turned her head a few more times before finally sighing. “I was making sure that nothing was around. We don’t know if the wolves were targeting you for a purpose after all or if it was just out of opportunity.”

Luz pouted for a moment but decided to stay quiet about how she’d caught the wolf out in the open so it had almost certainly been just out of panic or the like. It would help explain why she got away. Boscha wouldn’t want her trying to dismiss the wolves though. Or anything for that matter. It had been over a year since the last time Luz had gotten herself in trouble in the woods though, something she wished she knew the reason for. Why had it changed now?

Instead, she merely sighed and slipped in next to her friend. In fact, she even snuggled into Boscha’s side before looking up at her with big, puppy dog eyes as she said, “Then should I be on you like glue? Or are you going to carry me like some big, strong princess?”

Boscha fidgeted for a second before saying, “I can’t move properly like this and you know it.” She didn’t push Luz away though. Instead, she wrapped an arm around her friend and pulled her in close. It wasn’t a tight hug though or a squeeze. Just a gentle pull to keep her close. A moment of softness from her that she didn’t even force to end as she held Luz there while they began walking again. At least, after a moment of Luz having to stumble a bit to make up for being caught off guard by her friend moving.

Neither tried breaking it though. Boscha would stop from time to time to listen to the woods but Luz would just lean in or start working on their lunch in those moments. The young baker even got to use her seriousness against  Boscha when the rough girl claimed that she was doing this to keep her where she could be moved out of the way of a lunge. Luz could make the point of her needing a hand open for her knife though so she got to help feed Boscha the two orange scones that she’d specifically made for her friend. Her favorites, while Luz always leaned more towards cinnamon rolls.

It was absolutely perfect, at least to Luz, and the warm sun even lulled her into a bit of sleepiness. Even Boscha seemed to forget about her pauses, especially once Luz began to hum. They were just two friends on a stroll, just like they were anytime they came out togeth-

Snap!

Boscha’s languid grip on her friend immediately turned to iron in less than a second and her long knife was out just as fast as her eyes darted to where the sound had come from. Whatever it had been had been large because it wasn’t just a small break. No, whatever had taken a misstep had shattered the stick underneath it. The fact that the forest rustled while whatever it was continued to move only reinforced the fact.

Slowly, as the creature continued to move, Boscha let go of Luz and pulled her rifle off her shoulder. She then slipped in front of Luz to make sure that she was between her and the noise while the sound of her heart pounded in her ears. Her eyes scanned the treeline for even a glimpse of the creature and she kept her rifle low until then. She knew how fast she could aim and fire, even with something as clunky as her old rifle, so keeping it low like this made her more ready to pivot if she had to.

Crack!

Luz flinched at the louder break as it must have stepped on a fallen branch or the like. Then one of the trees shook as they heard a thump against it. Then a low, gravelly growl shook the two girls to the core just before they watched as a branch was torn from the tree and thrown onto the path. There was then a loud thump against the tree again before the movements of the tree became more rhythmic.

It was this final touch that finally got Boscha to relax and slip her rifle over her shoulder. She then slipped close to Luz and whispered, “We just need to stay quiet but it’s just some bear. Probably just woke up and hit its head on the branch or something. Nothing we need to worry about so long as we don’t bother it but we should probably stay quiet.”

Luz nodded before looking ahead of them and paling. After all, the main part of the path was about to end. At the end of the smooth dirt was a thick treeline that quickly made it impossible to see beyond. The Deep Woods. The woods that few dared to go into. Where all sorts of beasts and monsters could lay in waiting for the wrong step by a foolish traveler.

And where Luz’s mom lived. The young baker swallowed hard before looking at Boscha. “Um, I know what you said yesterday but-”

“This is where I have to go, I know.”

Luz blinked a few times, especially as Boscha almost bumped her into a tree with her hip. She then whispered, “Wait, you’re not mad? I mean-”

“No one has ever sighted a wolf there and,” Boscha said with a sigh, “I was upset yesterday. You know the last thing I ever want to see is you hurt so seeing you like that…” She shut her eyes for a moment before smiling at Luz. “But I trust you enough to know that for whatever reasons you don’t want me meeting your mom, they’re probably good. Besides, if I didn’t, I could just track you down, even in there.”

Luz covered her mouth as she giggled from Boscha winking at her before hugging her friend tightly. “Thank you. You’re the best friend I could ask for and I’m sorry that I scared you.”

Boscha blinked a few times as she made sure her friend didn’t see the tears that were coming at the edges of her eyes. She’d meant what she said yesterday after all, at least in the moment, but Steve had convinced her to do this. That she needed to trust. She didn’t want to, not with where her mind kept flashing to when she thought about the wound on Luz’s shoulder, but there was nothing she could do about it. This was the one rule Luz asked for after all. The one thing she asked to keep secret and she’d let her keep it. She’d know one day after all, or so she hoped.

Instead of saying any of that though, she merely squeezed her friend back before reaching for the knife she used for cutting through the brush. She undid its scabbard before both to Luz. “I want you to keep this with you though. Just so you have some way to defend yourself if they ever try pinning you again. I know you hate violence but please. For me.”

Luz looked at the dagger and sucked in her lips at the thought of having that bouncing on her hip. About having to use it. She wasn’t even sure if she’d be able to, not with how she’d been paralyzed yesterday. There was no harm in wearing it though, right? Especially if it helped Boscha relax. “Okay, and thank you. So much.”

Boscha nodded before looking back to where the bear had been. The tree had stopped moving and she’d heard more rustling as the beast had moved away. For a second, she considered going after it and reached for her bow. The cold steel of the rifle reminded her that she hadn’t come to hunt though, even if it would possibly take her mind off things.

Except she didn’t hunt for comfort. She knew better, even if she had every intention to skin and clean any animal she might have. No, that wasn’t what hunting was for. It led to mistakes. To forgetting things. She shut her eyes tight against the thoughts, especially as Luz tried slipping in with the images of her father, before simply walking away. 

Luz frowned as her friend moved and she stayed where she was until Boscha was no longer in sight. She could have stopped her friend after all. They could have had a bit more to eat before they parted. Her mom would understand if her basket was even lighter than normal. She didn’t always know what to say to Boscha though. If the rough girl even wanted her around whenever she got all serious.

It was while in these thoughts that she noticed something in the corner of her eye. A large creature, at least two feet taller than her if it was standing properly but instead slouched so that it appeared to be more reasonable. It had on a loose, black tunic that matched the fur on its hands and feet, which would have been telling enough, but then there were the ears. The large, pointed, black ears.

Luz couldn’t breathe as the wolf’s yellow eyes turned to her. This one was nothing like the one that had attacked her previously. It was too big, too strong, and they had signs of damage from years of life. Scars along its arms, one eye that looked like it was permanently shut, and further down than its loose, brown wrap that covered its waist were even more scars. It even looked like a chunk of one of its legs was missing, though Luz didn’t really think about that too much right now.

It stared at her for a few moments before Luz slowly raised a hand and waved at the creature. “H-Hello?”

The creature’s eyes darted to her side but Luz didn’t immediately pick up on the reminder that she had a knife. She instead simply continued to stand there because her legs simply refused to move. She knew she’d be safe in the Deep Woods after all. It would take her maybe ten seconds to disappear like that. However, she simply couldn’t. Instead, her mind drifted to why she had the second basket.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Luz lifted up the spare basket. “Um, uh, o-one of you seemed interested in this yesterday. So, you know, if you want it, m-maybe we could work something out? That way you don’t feel like coming after me again?”

The wolf tilted its head for a moment before nodding slowly. It then raised the arm farther from her as it said, “Good.”

Luz’s eyes almost popped out of her skull at the sight and she just absorbed it as the wolf turned away and disappeared back into the woods. After all, ‘arm’ was a touch… off for what it had lifted up. Not when it more resembled a missing stump. The fact that she now got to properly take in the limp that the wolf had, even for a second, all helped to explain why it had been able to mimic a clumsier animal so well to trick Boscha.

She just stood there for a few seconds before looking at her basket and then shouting, “You forgot your sweets!”

There would be no answer though and she didn’t have it in her to try and chase it down. Not for something like this. Not when she didn’t understand why the beast had shown up like it had in the first place, nor why it had simply let her go either. All she knew was that her mom was waiting for her and maybe she would have some answers for her, or something she could use the next time she got jumped that was a little less stabby than a knife.

#Boscha #Luz #Luscha #TOH #The Owl House #Alador #Ask Blog

[yiminsuu]

Lágrimas Con Chocolate

(trad.) Tears with chocolate.

Pairing: Alejandro Vargas x F!Reader

Warnings: Implied sexual themes (+18), kinda dub-con, rough sex, angst with comfort, some fluff, mentions of cheating, misunderstandings, Valeria is bestie, possessive Alejandro Vargas, pre-canon, Spanish words/phrases.

Author’s Note: I wanted to write an angsty fic so much but I’m a sucker for fluff, I failed.

My mind wonders as I expectantly as I cook dinner while waiting for my husband, Alejandro Vargas, to return home. It's been four months since I've seen him and I was joyful to finally embrace and kiss him after so long. The Colonel of the Mexican Special Forces is a busy man, but he always comes back and shows me how much he cherishes me, that he hasn't forgotten about me, and he never will...

An entire week passed since the date, and he was nowhere to be seen.

I called his family and there was no news about him or the sergeant, they were also expecting a letter from Alejandro. The anxiety increased in my chest and there was nothing that could calm it down, I didn't want to think of the worst outcome, I would have been informed of that by now. I pondered paying him and Los Vaqueros a visit with tacos, Rudy always loved mine and I hoped I would get to speak with Alejandro and see how stressed he is if he's working this much. I'm worried, very much so.

When I arrived safely at the Mexican Base I was greeted by Rudy, giggling when his eyes shined at seeing the tacos I made, and I walked inside to let my husband know I'm here, but as soon as I stopped by the door I hear laughing, his handsome chuckle and a female one. I gazed inside the room silently and slowly, trying not to alert them, and a gorgeous, young woman was getting close and personal with him, by the badges she displayed it seemed she has been in the force for quite some time, probably a year.

I almost sobbed when she got near him, touching him as if he belonged to her, and Ale wasn't wearing his ring around the neck, not this time. So, this is why he couldn't come or send a letter for that matter, he was too busy seducing women to be concerned about his wife. I stepped away and ignored Rudy on the way out along with other soldiers, everyone giving me worried looks as tears ran down my cheeks.

Days went along just fine, the sadness is there, and I had broken cups and plates by my own stupid distractions. My mind couldn't seem to get them out of my head. I received calls now and then, but I was too busy sulking in bed or on the couch to get them, and I did all I could to amuse myself a little because this was about me, yet... Wherever I achieved that state of mind, his voice came back to my ears, praising me oh so lovingly and his hands touching me, fingers caressing my skin, his lips--

"Here you are, (Y/N)." I jumped in place, turning back to find Valeria with widened eyes. "The door was open, es como si quisieras que te roben."

"Valeria... Hola, que te trae?" I asked, leaving the book I was reading on the bed. Valeria is a long-time friend and colleague of Alejandro's, she was the one that introduced us and the first one to know we would get married, I had planned to name my daughter after her... If I ever have one. "Well, a bird told me you came by the base a few days ago, and I was so sad that you didn't come and say hola." Valeria was getting a bit dramatic now, but it was her way of making me smile cause she knows I'm going through a rough patch. Valeria knows when something is wrong. "I think going out would do you some good, no crees? Come on, I'll pay for anything you want."

"I can't go out with this face, Valeria."

"Oh please, you look as beautiful as the day you married, venga!"

This is how I stumbled into a cute bakery shop in Las Almas, a handsome young man was the owner after his father died in a tragic incident by El Cartel, and I thought to invite him home, simply to make a friend. Needless to say, I had a lot of fun, it has been a while since I smiled like this, and I appreciated every second of it.

"(Y/N)?" My heartbeat increased when I heard my name spoken by the person that caused me this much sadness. The young baker and I looked at the entrance of the corridor, watching Alejandro staring at the stranger next to me with a small glare, I coughed uncomfortably and gave him his jacket. "Thank you for today, I'll come by the bakery tomorrow. Buenas noches." Once the poor guy was gone, Ale turned to me and I glanced anywhere but at him, unable to look into his eyes. "Mi amor, I come home to spend quality time with my esposa, and I find you with another man."

His words are passionate, yet it was like getting stabbed multiple times in the heart. There was a rare irritation growing in my chest. "Alejandro, we have to talk..." I muttered, feeling strange when my husband pulled me into his arms, his face buried in my neck. "What is it, mi corazón?" No words came out of my mouth as he continued to murmur sweet nothings into my ears, and with tears brimming in the corner of my eyes, I shoved him away. My action surprised him, I had never denied him like this.

"I-I would prefer if you didn't touch me in the time being... Not while the divorce is in progress..." There it is, I managed to say it quite easily, but my heart wasn't saying the same, it was denying me the comfort of being free from being hurt more than I already have. There was a silence I wasn't sure how to break, so I decided to step into my room to forget about tonight, however, I was stopped by Alejandro with a firm hold on my arm. He was shaking, and both of us were holding up tears, I know him like the palm of my hand and it bothered me like nothing ever has.

Alejandro let me go slowly and I immediately ran away, shutting the door behind me and sliding to the ground with agonizing pain. After some time, I heard the door of the house being closed and no noise came from inside, Ale left, probably to see his lover...

Am I that bad of a wife?

Was I ever enough?

Will everything be bright again in the future...?

The next morning, I took off the ring that once belonged to Alejandro's abuela, and spent the entire day caring for the house, keeping my mind as empty as I could. Cocking dinner for one was complicated, to say the least, the fact that the man I have loved for so long would do something like this leaves me with incessant sorrow. I got startled by a car stopping outside, and not even bothering to turn on the lights, I walked to the window and saw Alejandro stepping out of the vehicle and Valeria screaming at him to fix this or she'll kill him. Valeria knows what's happening since minute one and she's helping him?

Alejandro opens the door and his eyes widen like plates, I shrug my shoulders and ready myself to throw him out, but his lips met mine in a rough kiss. I whimpered with astonishment, hitting his chest to no avail as he wraps his arms around me, it was a mess of eager tongues and teeth and brief panic rushes in when we sink to the floor, his hands rushing to pull at clothes until there's nothing left. Behind the desperation and fear in his eyes, I could see the other thing... My palms were splayed on his chest, staring at the golden ring hanging from his neck.

I can feel his pounding heart as everything else fades and our bodies merge, soft moans and gasps fill the familiar silence of the house, he says my name and I've heard it a thousand times, but never like that, never so pained.

"(Y/N), mi vida... (Y/N)..."

Alejandro's fingers had combed through my hair, shoulders were red where teeth and lips had worked on my body. Brown eyes glinted as he saw what he'd made me, my arms wrapped around him as he pounded away between my legs, a hand rested on my breast, solid pressure kept still with his increasingly shattering control.

"Tu cuerpo solo pide por mi, verdad...?"

Then he shuddered, hands squeezing and hips pressing into me, sending a ripple of heat across my skin, I said nothing and settled into his grasp. His hot skin soothed me, and his strength arranged us to his liking, and I melted into his touch instantly. Alejandro's panting breath was a lullaby as the thrust of his cock between my legs turned rougher.

"Dime que me amas, hermosa... Dime que me amas como yo te amo a ti, y solo a ti..."

Ecstasy rushed through my veins as we reached the peak, and I let myself fall into a sweet slumber, feeling Alejandro carrying me back to what was once our room.

I awoke to find a pair of arms wrapped around me and my back pressed against a chest, I lifted my head to see Ale sleeping soundly. The events of last night slowly returned to me and my heart skips a beat at the mere thought of him still loving me, I heard him shift and he opened his eyes to stare at mine. "Hey..." He muttered, his thumb caressing my arm softly.

"Hi..." I said, almost in a whisper that he wouldn't be able to hear, luckily, he did.

"Why didn't you tell me you visited the Mexican Base? I knew the smell of those tacos from somewhere..." Alejandro paused for a small moment, sighing deeply. "That day was... Sincerely one of the worst. I get informed that many of my sergeants were killed by El Cartel, so I had to stay doing more paperwork, I lost the ring after showering and I couldn't find it, there's a woman in the force that won't leave me be, even knowing I'm happily married." Ale flashed me a smile, and my cheeks turned warm with embarrassment. "And my stunning wife visits me at work, and without knowing, I hurt her feelings."

"Y-You didn't do anyth--" Alejandro interrupts me with a serious expression. "Yes, I did. I should have transferred that soldier months back but with the ongoing plan to capture La Araña, I couldn't." It was all a misunderstanding, a terrible misunderstanding and we ended up hurting each other without reason, I have never felt so terrible in my life. "Ale, lo siento..."

"Yo también, mi amor. Now you see how hard you hold my heart in your pretty hands." Alejandro kisses my hands, proceeding to my chest, neck, cheeks, and lips. I smiled brightly and giggled the more kisses he peppered me with, then he reaches over to the nightstand and grabs his abuela's ring, well, now my ring as he slips it on my finger again. "(Y/N), if you ever say 'divorce' again I'll leave you without cumming as many times as I please."

"Y-Yes, Colonel." I love this man, but sometimes I'm scared of what he puts me through in the Vargas house.

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