#Jesus is fr looking at me like ‘girl you need to do something with that life I gave you’

[arowyn-m]

1.47 months until November 9th. That’s 1,058 hours—officially less playing hours than I have in BotW :]

(1,400ish)

[vivisviolets]

⛓ who is your tribe? 𓆩📓𓆪 𓆩🖤𓆪 how will you meet? ⛓

✮i love how i connected these 3 pics im sooo smart guys

⋆ ˖ ✮🖋️ -pick the image that gotchu good 👁👁 gotcha eyes~ you know how to do it I know you do- if you feel unclear, take a nice deep breath, connect with spirit/God/your higher self, and ask what messages would serve you in this very moment~ this has been your radio host vi-vi talkin🎙, and I'll catch at your pile~🖋️✮ ˖ ⋆

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⋆ ˖ ✮🖋️ Five of Swords (reversed), Five of Wands (reversed), Ace of Wands, The Hierophant, Page of Cups (bottom of deck)

⋆ ˖ ✮🖋️ (slight 18+ cw) Libra/air placemnets, 7th house (Sun/Moon/Rising/Mercury/7h dominant etc), 1 house placements, Aries placements/degrees (Moon/Rising, etc), Nepo baby/“girl(boy/kid)-next-door” vibes, hair extentions, “going blonde”, Legally Blonde, angel numbers 1111, 222, 2424, 1234, channeled songs, Casual - Chappell Roan + How to be a Heartbreaker - MARINA

⋆ ˖ ✮🖋️ Hello my pile 1s!!!!! omg i wanted to jump right in but I feel the need to greet you into this becaussse- omg you are gorgeous- like I am being so fr DO NOT play yourself down I can hear the mind chatter of some of you gearing up at me saying that,-shut that shish down. on the other side of this group,- you already know you were born beautiful, raised beautiful, and have always been your own created beauty, you’re so tapped into that and really you always have- so I want everyone in this pile, to align to that energy rn. 👏R👏N👏. No matter your upbringing, whatever your family told you, your past friend groups, your classmates,- you don’t got to do or be someone else’s anything. you speak for yourselfff- and you always have!! no matter how deep your security periods were, you still radiated- radiance💎 and strength- damn you guys are strong, no matter how “submissive” some of yall feel to be (your vulnerability is divine btw and def a part of your strength)- you are strong af. strong in only a way the wind is (I mean think of how destructive that nature can be yet how soothing its flow is when it is calm) or a polished pillar… I JUST KEEP HEARING IT- YOU GUYS ARE BEAUTIFULLLL. ugh I gotta get into more dets for you- I’m hearing that some of you are blonde (natural/dyed/bleached it dont matter) and damn does it make you look like a star ☆- PLEASEEE YOU’RE A STARRR ♥️- sorry- it looks so good on you the more fair aura because that is definitely the color of your aura in social situations (I’m hearing pale lavender, blue, pink, yellow), I’m hearing you have very calming eyes.. something about the color of your eyes is very “even” in color, or you may know how to keep very even eye contact and that makes the color of your eyes stand out (anyyy eye color- I’m even seeing some of you may have a kind of heterochromia where you may have a dot of brown in your blue iris/other colors apply, etc), some of the people who you’ve kept such level eye contact with during conversation- they think they’d be able to see your eyes in a dark room they stand out so much…

oh my god pile 1 you are a star- moving forward I have to mention, some of you are very proud brunettes- as you fucking should be because oh my jesus that’s hot, your hot, you are a star ★, a superstar- I am not just saying that holy shit. I’m seeing you may stand out in your friend group or who you usually hang out with due to your coloring whatever that may mean (for example cus we’re on the topic of hair- you may be a blonde within a lot of brunettes, or vice versa- you may have brown eyes among a bunch of blue/green eyes, vice versa- you may be only one who tans, has lots of birth marks, wears their hair natural, etc etc),- now I’m hearing I should be giving random styling opinions/boosting- so if you have a y2k grunge aesthetic, or old hollywood glam style you look incredibleeee- don’t you fucking dare bring your body type into this- if you’re an apple body you look like literal heaven in a pair of low rise bedazzled jeans- long straight hair looks so good with your body shape, get wigs if you’ve been thinking about it- get braids if you’ve been wanting them- different color highlights is definitely a good idea (blonde, orange, blue, purple), tighter tops look so good on your body shape (lace up ones or ones with details/graphtics)- a clean sleek white dress would literally ☆shock☆ everyone in a room who knows you/your style (and ppl who don’t know you loll), nude makeup that matches the rest of your undertones, glossy press on nails, one piece of jewelry per type here and there,- some more gn/masc opinions I’m hearing are more shaped clothes, botton downs tucked in high rise straight down jeans/pants (showcase the shape of your shoulders and waist a bit moreee)- I’m hearing if you were to wear a brooch of somekind on your shirt pocket you’d drive someone “wild”-… I MEAN MAYBE THAT’LL JUST BE ME 💞💀- curls look so great on you also, like if you did a larger loose curl somewhere in the front of your hair- gel curls would also look hot on you- star accents of some kind (jewelry, belt charms, keychains, even tattoos),,, you are totally someone’s “pretty boy”/“pretty girl”/“pretty baby”… OH MY GOD THIS IS A RELATIONSHIPS/FRIENDSHIPS PAC WHERE WAS III-

so I was getting into it even in the energy check-in some of you may be coming from a place of past drama- yes I said past bc even if it's fresh it will be past, and in that it is already the past babe. so anyway- there is something.. romantic here- possibly, but really I’m hearing you are in admiration by a lot of eyes-… now I’m hearing “Kiss the Girl” from The Little Mermaid lol BAHHA oooohh~ you think your life is really mundane and so you’re hearing me say you have eyeballs on you like “… I leave my house once a week”- …bitch- your envioment means nothinggg and can change when you want it to fr. no matter your place this is your natural energy- I’m hearing your natural energy is being a socialite- and I mean you are meant to shine like a glittery star in various rooms- WITH YOUR GAL PALS!! this can even apply for going into a business/professional environment where you speak and interact with a lot of people and you are at the center of that- But anyway take it where it may apply. for some of you- you may do amazing in more queer centered places (clubs, awareness groups, or even drag shows in your area), places with a lot of creativity in relation to fashion (maybe even theater?) and makeup- for others here you should get out more in your school/college (gardening clubs or outdoor volunteer work would definitely benefit you), even if it’s just walking around your enviroment- wherever you walk you own, and you make yourself known…

I’m seriously feeling that so hard- AND SOME OF YOU DARE TO TURN A BLIND EYE TO YOUR OWN INNER SHINE. it's seriously beginning to bug me how you’re still staying in this insecure, bitter, fearful, energy, that is not yours but you continue to claim it!!! WTF. anyways, to those of you resonating with that- I’m being sooo fr, as soon as you kick those feelings to the curb (to be run over and killed 💅) and you fully allow yourself to bloom and allow the sun to shine on you- there will be buzzing. BUZZINGGGG🐝. put yourself out there and seriously just experiment with what it feels like to be with different social groups, don’t take it personally, expect nothing, just do it for your own self experimentation~ doesn’t that sound fun??? I'm getting the tingles just thinking about it~again with those spaces I talked about, no matter your feelings- wherever you walk you own. you belong because you know you belong in yourself. that’s your natural state and no matter how vicious some people were in seeing that in you, you still own that about you ☆ and it is your choice to use that divine gift given to you. please trust and believe when I say that once you step into that inner, pure, state of being- you will be divinely protected, any ◉ attacks are small potatoes and will be diced.

ANYWAYS WOOO- ummm all those spaces that I mentioned are fully open to you, and are definitely where you’ll meet your tribe- again, I’m seeing your “tribe” will more so be you being you and coming in and receiving a lot of admiration- people will just love to talk to you as soon as you come in (I’m seeing especially for the queer/fashion/creative group people coming up to you with armfuls of clothing joyfully wanting your opinion I loveee this for you)- I’m speaking about the future mainly to my more underdeveloped group of this pile, but let me jump into the future which is the place some of you are very much stepping into rn!!!- you’re having people crossing their legs in club booths to fit more people into your get to together- BAHHA- people want to be close to you, catch up, ask where you’ve been traveling to or what you’re wearing- and you’re finally soaking it all up and sitting so relaxed, your smile is dazzling and you’re taking a nice breath in and out as all of this healthily regulates your ego + your higher self.. this is honestly giving that if you weren’t the “queen bee” in your high school- you are now but in your 20s/30s/40s/etc!! and you’re handling it amazingly well, because you still choose to go home solo most nights still high and happy ♡ I love this for you. you also get asked to be the leader or placed as the head of a lot of different projects- it’s more so you oversee them and everyone works around you- the thing is, that you don’t let all this go to your head because you’ve already grounded your self-worth- and because of that attitude, people then want you around even more. when you come in, people want you in your group for the day/hour/20 minutes before another group wants you lol.

you’re fabulous ok? it’s more than fine to be that, it’s divine ♡! soo many people are going to feel like the moth to your flame, it’s already been destined to happen literally😵💫!!!! just keep a watch out for the ones taking too much from you or being up and down with their give-and-take from you, because you deserve someone/people around you who stay hot for you and fan your bright flame while enjoying its warmth (unless they need their own personal space- ppl are ppl, not npcs lol)… I guess I should just briefly state before I finish your reading- the chorus of Casual by Chappell Roan was replaying through your whole reading- I’m not saying this as a cop-out, you have people stopping and, in fact, falling to their knees when they’re in your energy. I see one or two people who are already a part of your larger group environment being very infatuated with you (and I’d definitely keep your eye on them and remain open to this possibility- for some of you this special someone is in your group setting is so pure in their affection towards you and could,, be the one. I'm dead serious about that- but also HEHHEHHEHE💞- oh how I love-love♡),- but I’m mainly seeing a lot of first dates for you guys as you continue to get out there, and that is far from a bad thing because- who wouldn’t want a change at even just one date with you??? (take rejection as non-personal ofc- ppl have free will- and stupidity) and also you get the chance to see how you adapt and interact with new people which is terrific for you!! mannn do I see you getting accepted and taken out by so many people, assholes included but also a lot of “gentlemen”/“babes” who will gladly treat you extremely well and or will be pulling all the charm and fun within them for you- even if they know it’s just one night with you… I’ll just say, you do attract people who want to serve you… on their knees definitely-

AND THAT IS WHERE I WILL LEAVE ITTTTT FOR NOWWW- I’m so so soooo happy to have had you all here todayyyy your life is seriously going to keep going up-up and away if you’ll just allow yourself to see that steady climb and trust it <3 I seriously love youuuu I almost don’t want you to leaveee just like how everyone else feels BAHHA- love you.~

⋆ ˖ ✮🖋️ “Knee deep in the passenger seat and you're eating me out is it casual now- two weeks and your mom invites me to her house in Long Beach is it casual now” - “it’s hard being casual when i’m on the phone talking down your sister”

⋆ ˖ ✮🖋️ "This is how to be a heartbreaker- boys they like a little danger" - "singing I lo-lo-love you"

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⋆ ˖ ✮🖋️ Ten of Pentacles (reversed), Ace of Pentacles, Nine of Cups, Queen of Cups, Six of Swords (reversed) (bottom of deck)

⋆ ˖ ✮🖋️ Aquarius/Gemini/Libra placements, Capricorn/earth placements, Mercury dominant, Saturn dominant, 2nd house placements black lace, black on black, cinnamon, The Spice Girls, The Cheeta Girls, H2O, 2000s nostalgia, high school reunions, ex-friendship rebirth, stand up, saturday night bars, life path number 11, angel numbers 1111, 1212, 1313, 1221, channeled songs, Party for One - Carly Rae Jepsen, Heat Waves - Glass Animals

⋆ ˖ ✮🖋️ You guys are funny- just gonna say it off the bat I’m feeling silly with you rn ngl BAHHAHHAhehe- ok um HI PILE 2S!! I shouldn’t yell- let me not yell- some of you are coming from pile 1,, heyyy pile 1s~ ouw~ ok ok, you smiling could light up a room, a house, a complex, a broken oven. AHAHAH- what beautiful teeth and lips you have there- pile 2s. I’m seeing, so many different teeth and lip shapes before you come for me- straight, crooked, vener-white, “needs-a-cleaning” off-white, upside down smiles, nonsymmetrical dimples, big lips, small lips, uneven lips, scarred lips- you get it, I don’t give a shit. when you smile and give that big cackle, chuckle, chortle- you do what you do with joy- and people believe in jesus. people believe that pigs really do have wings. people believe that the sun must shine from your ass. truly. I mean truly. I’m sitting here with my fingers together like- hm. yes. how do I write this all- with a straight face without being sardonic… sardonic? do you guys read? I think you read. now I’m hearing “you thought you ate that-“ that meme, I know that you know it- let me stop. for-… 5 minutes… so we would probably connect really well- which is why I am all over the place, because you are also all over the place (yes I am shading you. respectfully.) someone here does really good impressions, including animals… whatever that means…- BAHAH, you guys would do great in stand up of some kind, either that or you’re known as the funny co-worker. you guys have this range when it comes to your sense of humor, where it is either very dry, with the most composed pauses (when I manage to do that without bursting into your own laughter), and or you guys are so fast like- the editing of a youtube video fast with the jokes- and or a mixture of the two where you’re able to pull off very intricate jokes very quickly in the moment. and jeeze people find you so charming, even more so because of the way you look as well, it’s almost weirdly uncanny to some people how someone with the level of physical attractiveness that you carry (it’s so heavy and so much I know it’s so hard✨) and you then can pull off such- hilarity. and they're like- “…do they know they could be a model??? like- are they aware?? are they using this comedy because they don’t see that about themselves??”… it’s giving “i didn’t know women could be funny” (goes for nb/men too ofc)…

wow- kill them with a spoon 🥄- anyways WOW. so I think you may have, a lot of perceptions of you by people around you who haven’t known you for very long, mainly revolving around your looks- yes your looks. your modesty is attractive but it won’t fly in this courtroom👩‍⚖️- you are attractive in some way, or have an appearance that people definitely admire- but also scrutinize, or underestimate… you definitely get belittled. ok- that sucks- point them out to me?… yea I thought so they are so ew. I don’t care if that person is your mother, your father, or your co-workers who’ve been working at the place for 5 years longer than you- they are ew. anyone who puts you down due to their own pre-made perception of you is ew. ick even. yea, I’m seeing the issue here is not like most other piles I read for where it’s a growth journey with self and insecurity- no you’re good rn you’re like totally chilling. and I love that because I’m chill now, I’m dipping my tea bag up and down and sitting with you I’m so chill. but I had to look into anything going on because- drama, keeps you reading. so main issue I’m exposing is that there are people around you, in your space, a space you “have” to be in like work or even college classes I’m hearing- most people around you mind their own business, good on them, I love them- other people… they dress you up as something in their mind for their own- amusement?? or to feel a sense of having an eagle eye over “you”- and I say “you” in quotations because wtf- they do this… so as to spice up their own boring life? this is a weird form of admiration, because even if it’s a shitty thing to see you as, with them placing you so strongly in this box- they’ve placed you also on this pedestal… that’s probably why even with this obvious bullshit you’re still just chilling- because you know that if someone has built this all up to be who you are- it means you’re the best. and they’re the lowest. the end. anyway my back hurts- someone here likes podcasts, I’m seeing the The Broski Report podcast (broski nation✊) and also Murder, Mystery, & Makeup- again you guys really just chill, drink a bit of wine and entertain yourself.- so let me move onnn and see what transformations might be gearing up in your social life hun~

ok so it’s not “crickets” happening in your social life, not at all- but again you guys are just so, content and used to yourselves (this is my pile who talks to themselves in the mirror I see you)- when I asked yall if you felt lonely I literally drew a blank. and this is actually perfect because it’s seriously when you’re not looking/expecting and you're all good with what you have that you get given so much- so this is where I’m going to remind you all to actively meditate on keeping yourself open. don’t expect anything, just stay open and ponder what you’d like- and you’ll receive. that’s literally it. you’re in prime manifesting energy with how content and at peace you are in yourself- do you know how much you attract when you do that shit???? remain. open. and. aware. of anything that may happen, even if someone trips in front of you and you gain a brief interaction or someone asks you where to find extra office supplies and you show them the supply closet- see your abundance, allow it, remain without expectations. you are literally in the perfect energy for so much. You guys are definitely the type however to be really fine with only a few close friends you can have some fun with (and or have a nervous breakdown with) and some family… but I think this contentment you have with yourself, might have come from you feeling- misunderstood in your sense of humor or self-expression. I gotta say, you definitely handled that disappointment well, since instead of dulling yourself you just shine more inwardly for your own enjoyment and entertainment- and that’s wonderful! but I do gotta say- I know you can feel a bit, pent up. due to a lot of your big personality being fitted within you, and that’s fantastic truly- but also it has the same effect of being stuck in your house alone for one week too long. maybe that’s why you read when you can- you get to be in a very expansive and wide world that feels different from your own… oh god did I make you yearn???? oops I’m sorry. anyways!!

you’d really thrive in some environment that feels more- “widespread” I suppose, that doesn’t mean cracking yourself open to a room of strangers, I mean just sharing yourself- still from a place of your own entertainment- what I mean is that it’d be really healthy for you to find an outlet for the pent up jitters you get- find it online if you want to try that, try little baby steps, why not?- go on one-time dates just to release a bit of what you keep inside you- interact with random people sitting next to you at bars,- no attachments, just feel out what you feel when you let your inward personality, be more outward- on a lease 🐩. I’m hearing some of you may be a little fearful of attachment even, work that out- that doesn’t mean you’ll then sacrifice your peace, you’ll just gain a wider world for yourself by gaining new connections- and obviously, with the personality and personhood that you have- you can totally just pick and choose who gets to be a part of that world and your time! you owe nothing to anyone. do you have any actual clue how many people are out there, whose perception of you is not just what they observe, but what you actually are? and their perception of you actually helps you and is used to contribute to your happiness and peace??? yea. having actual friends is freaking great. and the more you simply open yourself up to that- while staying aware and choosing who you want- that is going to be the big door that’ll be opened to you- you’ll receive so many amazing experiences and will shift and broaden your world and the worlds of others, you’ll be like a big tree, growing it’s roots around other trees- isn’t that soooo cute??? ok I’m trying to see into the future details in regards to you finding your “tribe”- spirit is honestly wanting things to be vague, so as you can remain open without any expectations. kk? I mean what I mentioned with the earlier situations gives you the clues to follow if you so choose- just be youuuu. you have more opportunities than you realize and you got all the answers to what to do within you. trust me when I say you’ll be running down the street in weird clothes and pearls, scream laughing out of breath with two girls who love you… that’s for someone here and it also applies to everyone here~

okkk pile 2s, it was stimulating being with you I’m nearly sick❤️ BAHAH anyways, in regards to any avoidant/anxious-avoidant attachment issues, just remember that heartbreak sucks, but heartbreak always just makes you hotter, and funnier. you prove that- that outcome is very real every day you exist as yourself… OKKK love you byeee❤️♡

deadass as I channeled this song, I was questioning if it was correct- and I look up to see one of your angel numbers 1212 on the clock- and then again 1221 as I type this lolll

⋆ ˖ ✮🖋️ “Once upon a time I thought you wanted me was there no one else to kiss- was it all a dream I let myself believe, I’m not over this, but I’m trying” - “party for one, if you don’t care about me, I’ll just dance with myself, back on my beat- I’ll be the one, if you don’t care about me, making love to myself, back on my beat”

⋆ ˖ ✮🖋️ “Sometimes all I think about is you- late nights in the middle of June, heat waves been fakin’ me out, can’t make you happier now”

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⋆ ˖ ✮🖋️ Page of Swords (reversed), Seven of Cups, Six of Cups (reversed), The High Priestess (reversed), The Moon (bottom of deck)

⋆ ˖ ✮🖋️ Cancer/Pisces/Scorpio placements, Libra/air placements, Leo/fire Placements, 5th house placements (Venus, Mars, Jupitar, Rising, etc), inner child, old friendships, childhood renewal, 1111, 333, 444, Only Yesterday (1991), horses, channeled songs, Wildflowers and Wild Horses - Lainey Wilson, Cheap Queen - King Princess

⋆ ˖ ✮🖋️ Ok- Hi my pile 3s! and also my pile 2s because some of yall did not leave yet and have stayed for the next reading- like seriously this whole pac is connected rn- also happy 1111 as I write this!!! um oh my gosh let me start- you are so beautiful, yes I said it for the 3rd time in this pac post why are you on my ass‼️- its so true, you all have this classic beauty, it is timeless- you are timeless- or from a different time in your aura, your beauty, how you carry yourself in this world- etc etc… and when I say “different time” I don’t just mean you embody this feminine/masculine balance straight out of the 1970s, 40s, 50s, 20s,- and all the other time periods before/after I just mentioned- I also mean you still carry with you the time you had as a young child, you carry with you the sunshine you felt on your skin when you were 3-6 yo, and the snow you felt on your hands when you were 8-11… you have kept this purity and innocence and grown with it- and holy cow do I need to congratulate you and the strength of your spirit- so often we are forced to “leave behind” our childhood years and perspective due to difficult events or what people expect of you while you reside in this worldly- world. -which really that just means internalizing and hiding away in the closet the purest state of yourself (*also this is my more queer-centric pile so hellooo my fellow queer community ✨☀️)- this is putting a hole in my own heart being in how free and high spirited you are, and how you fully embody that and always have ☀️. you have kept that warmed and soaked up the same sunshine as you did all those years ago- it might not even feel like years to you, it feels like only yesterday your childhood was your state of being and all around you- and now, you are a bit bigger but you may live in this state that no time has passed- does that make sense?? ugh dude I hope so, your energy is like the sunshine, in that, I can’t reach out and physically be in your presence- but more so I’m trying to sit in your light while my vision gets spotty and I get a little dizzy… as in- you guys are out of this worlddd💫!!! you might even be told by your family or your peers that you tend to make them “dizzy” with how you communicate- you may be the type to jump from one topic to another, while you fold your laundry- and tidy your desk drawers- and walk into another room *backward* because you are still talking and describing a detail that is “important” to the story you were recounting 10 minutes ago- you sweet thing!!!! this is adorable to be in,, if anyone’s ever made you feel bad about how you communicate, do not take it personally- its always good karma to be considerate of other’s sensitivities, but everything you do is so pure hearted- it would be so phony and ridiculous to believe any crap people say about you to be truthful. your energy is so pure and truly yours, this is your sign and confirmation to continue to not live for the external views of others and live life through your own view ☀️. Oh- i keep getting horse imagery- horses may be significant for some of you, it may be your spirit animal or a spirit guide that is close to you may take the energetic appearance of a horse (in particular for some of you it’s a very strong and matured brown colored horse of some breed), or some of you grew up around horses in some way!

Oh this is random but you may be the type to enjoy having your playlists on shuffle lol- because I just suddenly began mentally playing Cheap Queen by King Princess- so this is definitely where I will now channel the dets about your social environment my dear~!! ok sooo- I’m seeing various different types of family dymanics, big families, med sized families, even 2 person families (you + a guardian)- I sense that you have close family ties, and i know family can be complex, so let me state some variouions of what that means- you may have a close familiarity to your family’s home or yard (maybe even your neighborhood area), such as knowing every little creak that your house makes when you go to the kitchen to get a morning cup of water, I’m seeing for some of you- you are very tied to your sibling dymamic if you have siblings (I accidently wrote in all caps at first and I scared myself lol- so you may come from a family where loudness is common part of the jokes you share), or maybe even kids you knew in your neighborhood if you played with them often- things like that have stuck with you inrelation to what you look for in anykind of companionship, a sense of familiarity~ this is def the pile who believes in being drawn to your soulmate(s) or past life connections lol~ so while you have that grounded energy in wanting stablity, you also are an entertainer and you know how to have a good time!! as you should since you totally fly like a fabulous canary from room to room- you should feel more confident when you dance btw, put more energy into your shoulders with joy because the way you move literally energizes people-

now I’m getting messages on how you connect to your inner child, I’ve said before you already naturally embody your inner child (“just in a bigger body” I’m hearing- some of you may have had a big physical growth spirut as a child btw), but some messages in regards to connecting to your inner child for those of you who need some answers is to engage in more activities that return yourself to a past peaceful enviroment, this is also for those who had a more chaotic upbringing and had to turn inwardly for peace ❤️- taste is a really important sense for you returning to that younger state of peace, so certain candies (I’m hearing those fruit rollups I love those still) or fruits, snacks- simple dishes that made younger you excited and brought you joy- also I’m hearing something about sleepovers and evening activities/coziness~ so grab some blankets and make an event of staying up late if you already do that lol- anyways!! let me get back to how fun you truly are to be around my dear, I mean, seriously! If you have the opportunity go out when you can, if you already have a friend or someone familiar go to a house party nearby (keep yourselves safe!), try rollerskating if you haven’t, and get closer to someone you already know and show your colors- DRESS UP!!!! I know life can be bleak especially when you feel that life is very "closed off" and dead lol- but when I tell you the phrase “dress for the life you want”- I mean ittt~ it will align you with the environment that you desire and it will come to you so naturally (in the same way you making a coffee and taking your dog for a walk is a natural occurrence in your life!)- I’m hearing that the connections that you already have in your life are “all you need”, and by that I mean you can build off of those and shoot farther into the sky full of stars meant for you 💫. I’m hearing the quote about drawing back your arrow before you can shoot forward- if you’re feeling stuck right now, this is what I’m trying to tell you, blossom exactly where you are right now, and everything else will simply follow!!! and I know that takes courage but I KNOW you have it because it was child you’s courage that got you to this future you are currently in~ and when you start to embody their courage along with their light, I know it will be the turning point to creating the life you were always dreaming and painting in your mind~ I’m seeing bright neon lights, holding hands and toothy-laughing grins, your clothes looking exactly how you pictured months ago- this is what I see happening in the future!! please stay open to some of the connections you already have- renew them is what I’m hearing (but please follow your intuition, if you need to cut everyone except for one or two true connections then that is the right thing for you to do)- if these are people who you knew when you were a lot younger then bond on the older times and use that energy to renew into more new memories,- these older connections you have you could definitely collaborate with to mutually make new connections and go towards new experiences- I’m hearing maybe even to “get out of this town”... phew pile 3!!!! what a way to end this pac, so happy to have met you and I feel like I took a nap in the sun- I’m really on some hazy ish rn lolll but I really hope I was helpful in any questions or worries on your beautiful mind~ I LOVE YOUUU so much, you better keep on shining- even if that’s just in front of your mirror, that’s perfect and valid ☀️👏

⋆ ˖ ✮🖋️ “I'm five generations of blazin' a trail- through barb-wired valleys and overgrown dells- I'm barefoot and bareback and born tough as nails” - “I push like a daisy through old sidewalk cracks” - “yeah, my kinda crazy's still runnin' its courses with wildflowers and wild horses”

⋆ ˖ ✮🖋️ “I've been alright, I’ve just been doing the same shit I've always liked- like smoking and movies and homies who bring me wine” - “-all of my girls get up early and stay out late- they drive all the way to the west side to see my face- that's good love- and I ain't no big baller when it's fake friends you're callin’”

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⋆ ˖ ✮🖋️am I actually going to (*schedule to*) post this omg it feels like forever since i did this.. where was i even? whatever- its whatever- holy shit I'm putting myself out there!!!! praise be!!!! omg I'm going to get one extra hour of sleep as a treat🍰

love, vi~♡

[blond3ang3l]

Cw// CNC, Logan’s a little mean but reader likes it. Reader and Logan matching each other freak fr

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Logan had been gone for hours at a time almost every day for a week. Everyone, including you had worried about him so you decided to be the unlucky soul to go check on him. When you knocked on his door you could a annoyed groan. The door of his room swung open and you seen Logan looking at you with a snarl.

“Leave. I don’t feel like dealing with you”

He mumbled with his voice strained.

“Well hi to you too dickhead. I had to make sure you weren’t fucking dead yet.”

His eyes narrow, his snarl growing more aggressive as he notices the worry and concern on your face. He looks away, his jaw clenched in frustration.

"I said leave, damn it. I don't need your concern or your presence here. Just go."

“Jesus what the fuck is your problem?”

A low grow erupted in his throat, his hands clenching into fists. He's on edge, his body taut with tension.

"You think I don't know that you're worried about me? That you've all been moping around like a bunch of sad puppies? Well, guess what?"

“The fuck crawled up your ass and fucking died? I just came to check on you.”

He looks at you, his eyes shining with a mix of anger and frustration.

"Why do you care? What's in it for you? Huh? Do you get some sick satisfaction out of being everyone's savior?"

“Man you have a target on your back more than anyone else, we just was making sure you didn’t croak on us.”

His anger boils over, and he jumps off the bed, storming towards you.

"Get out! Now! Before I... Before / do something we'll both regret."

"Okay okay, fuck man. you're like a damn girl with your pissy attitude."

He stops in his tracks, staring at you with a mixture of shock and anger.

"What did you say?"

Before you can even react to his question he grabs your collar and pushes you against the wall.

"Ugh, the hell logan?!"

His face is inches from yours, his breath hot against your lips.

"You called me a girl? With a pissy attitude?"

He snarls, his grip on your collar tightening.

"I'll show you a pissy attitude, you fucking idiot."

He shoved you hard against the wall, his large hands on either side of you.

"The fuck is your problem?! you're acting like I don't talk like that you all the time."

“Well, maybe I'm tired of your smart mouth! Maybe I'm tired of you always having a comeback for everything!"

He's so close, his body pressed against yours. His voice drops to a whisper. You groaned as he pressed himself between your legs causing them to be on each side of his waist. His voice becomes hoarse, his breathing heavy.

"Shh...”

He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his hot breath against your skin.

"I need... I need to...”

He trails off, his hips bucking against you, his movements jerky and urgent.

"F-fuck, what are you doing?"

He doesn't answer, too caught up in his own emotions to form words. He just keeps pressing himself against you, his hands gripping your arms tightly.

"I can't- I can't stand it...”

He mumbled,biting down on your neck, marking you with his teeth. A quiet groan left you as he lifted you up by your thighs, pressing a kiss on your Adam’s apple.He carries you to the bed, tossing you down on the mattress. He climbs on top of you, his eyes wild and unfocused.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry...”

He mumbles, his hands shaking as he starts to unbuckle your belt. "

"Logan? shit what are you doing?"

He ignores your question, his focus solely on his own needs. Unzipping your pants, his hands cold against your skin.

"I need... I need this. I need you.”

He pants, his face contorted with desire and need. He buries his face between your thighs. You gasped as his tongue brushed against my clothed cock

"Mm Logan, shit."

He ignores your pleas for him to stop, his mouth working furiously on your pants. He yanks them down, along with your underwear, and then his mouth is on your dick, sucking you hard and fast. Making sloppy, wet noises as he devours you, his hands gripping your thighs tightly.

"Wait- shit."

You groaned and bit your lip as your hands flew to his hair. He grips your wrists tightly, pinning your arms above your head.

"No hands.”

He grunted against your flesh, the vibrations sending shocks through your body. He tightens his grip on your thighs, spreading your legs wider as he continues to feast on you.

He's like a man possessed, his face buried between your thighs as he sucks you off aggressively. You threw your head back as your thighs closed around his head. He grunts against your flesh, his fingers digging into your thighs painfully. He lifts his head briefly, his voice hoarse as he commands,

"Open up.”

He pushes your thighs apart again, his hands shaking with need and desperation

"Ah fuck! wait Logan stop, m' gonna cum."

He ignores your warnings, his mouth working even faster. He wants to taste you, to swallow you down. He wants to mark you as his. He doubles his efforts, determined to make you come in his mouth. His own pants are soaked, his erection pressing painfully against his jeans. You cried out and tried to push his head back. But he's relentless, his arms wrapped tightly around your thighs as he continues to suck you off. He can feel you getting closer, your body tensing and your breathing hitching. He moans encouragingly, the vibrations sending you over the edge.

"Fuck fuck fuck."

Your hand covered your mouth as you came inside his mouth. He swallowed every drop, his hands tightening on your thighs. He lifts his head slowly, his face shiny with saliva and your release. He licked his lips clean, his eyes never leaving yours.

"I'm not done with you yet.”

He growled, his hands reaching for his own pants.

"Logan, fuck give me a minute."

You grunted as he climbed on top of you, throwing your leg over his shoulder. He leans down and kisses you hard, his tongue pushing into your mouth. You can taste yourself on him. He grinds his hips against yours, his breath hot against your face.

"No more waiting.”

He growls, his hands busy unbuckling his own belt.

"I need you now.”

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Yeah I was definitely on something while writing this, part two coming eventually😭

Update- part two is posted guys

Part two

[koisuko]

My Personal Stylist

just a bit self indulgent, had this idea randomly and thought why not!

tw: none, soft Johnny, gn but fem terms used, semi hints of PTSD

You've had a tough couple of days, wrestling with severe sleep deprivation. The more you tried to sleep, the harder it became to find any peace. Nightmares were relentless, haunting you with terrifying memories every time you close your eyes. You'd wake up drenched in sweat, tears staining your cheeks, and your heart racing.

You found yourself in the midst of the bustling training ground, monks going about their daily drills, while initiates prepared for the upcoming tournament. The sounds around you, the clattering of fists against wooden boards, the grunts and huffs of exertion, served as an oddly soothing backdrop. They kept you grounded in the present, a lifeline when your thoughts threatened to spiral into darkness.

Sitting there with your eyes closed, you felt the gentle caress of the breeze on your skin. Petals from the blossom tree above floated down, landing softly on your hair. But underneath this tranquility, a lurking unease remained. You half-expected those nightmarish images to come to life, as if the horrors from your dreams might seize you for an untimely, gruesome fate. You knew they were just figments of your imagination, your mind's way of dealing with the trauma that predated your time at Liu Kang's Wu Shi Academy.

Lost in your thoughts, you were caught off guard by approaching footsteps. "Hey, hot stuff," a voice rang out suddenly. Startled, you opened your eyes to find Johnny Cage standing there, his signature smirk in place. He leaned in, hand on his hip, with that playful tone he often used as an appetizer for his requests. "What's a beautiful girl like yourself doing here all alone?" he quipped.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes in response, well aware of Johnny's habit of charming you up before he got to the point. "What do you want this time, Johnny?" you asked, returning to your closed-eye state.

Johnny's demeanor took a slight turn, his voice softening. "Oh, nothing in particular," he said, plopping down beside you. "I'm just checking on how you're feeling." The concern beneath his flashy exterior was evident.

You remained silent, torn between sharing your hidden anxieties or keeping them to yourself. Johnny's keen eyes continued to assess you, and he let out a soft sigh. "What's bothering you?" he asked, the concern apparent in his voice.

You hesitated for a moment. Sharing your painful memories was something you hadn't done in a while, but Johnny's persistence was unwavering. "It's hard, Johnny," you admitted, opening your eyes.

Johnny's smirk vanished, replaced by genuine worry. "Did someone say something to you?" he asked, leaning in closer. "I'll give them the Cage treatment."

You interrupted him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "No, Johnny, it's something else," you said, your gaze fixed on the ground. Taking a deep breath, you began to share your life story in detail, and Johnny listened intently, his face reflecting the pain he felt for you. When you finished, he whispered, "Jesus."

You felt a sense of relief, having finally shared your burden, but the weight of your past experiences still clung to you. "I feel stuck," you confessed, averting your gaze to a nearby garden. You hid your face from Johnny, not wanting to show the tears threatening to spill. "Every night, I relive those memories over and over. I end up out here, training to distract myself until the sun rises."

Johnny looked at you, gently holding your chin in his hands and turning your gaze to meet his. "Hey, I'm here for you, sweetheart," he reassured you. "If you need me at any hour, come find me." He added, "Don't make me come in there and kick ass," gesturing towards your head.

A small giggle escaped you at his statement, a moment of lightness amid the heavy conversation. After a brief pause, you looked at Johnny, studying his face. "Has your makeup artist ever put freckles on you?" you blurted out, sudden curiosity taking hold.

Johnny raised an eyebrow, slightly amused by the unexpected question. "Hm?" he quirked his head, "No, but I'm sure I could pull them off," he said, dramatically sweeping a hand through his hair and flashing his dazzling smile before winking at you.

You laughed at his response. "Care to test that theory?" you asked. You knew you had some spare makeup in your room, and at that moment, anything was welcome to distract you from your lingering anxieties. Johnny looked a bit surprised but quickly regained his signature smirk. "What, you want to prove how hot they would look on me?" he teased.

With a smile, you replied, "Wait here," and then walked off to your room. Johnny watched you go, a small, endearing smile gracing his lips.

Returning with a small bag in hand, you rummaged through it, searching for a brown eyebrow pencil. As you plopped down beside Johnny, you announced, "This should do it," and twisted the bottom of the pencil to reveal its tip. "Hold still for me, would you?" you requested, gently grasping Johnny's chin to keep him in place.

"Not a problem, princess," Johnny replied with a wink. You rolled your eyes playfully as you got to work, creating light brown spots that resembled freckles in their respective areas. Johnny's face became a canvas for these small sun spots.

You were completely absorbed in your task, so you didn't notice Johnny's admiring gaze or the soft smile on his face. "You are cute when you do that," he suddenly remarked. You paused your movement, slightly caught off guard. "Do what?" you asked, feeling a bit self-conscious.

Johnny's voice remained soft and admiring as he responded, "You stick your tongue out when you're focusing." A small blush crept across your features, and you became acutely aware of your proximity to the superstar, a flutter of nervous excitement in your stomach.

Finishing the last freckle, you pulled back and squinted your eyes, admiring your handiwork. "Done," you declared, placing the pencil back in the bag and retrieving a small handheld mirror. "Here, what do you think?" you asked, handing the mirror to Johnny.

He took the mirror and began to inspect himself, striking poses as if he were in front of a group of eager paparazzi. "Hey there, good-lookin'," he quipped, winking at his reflection. A giggle escaped you at Johnny's playful antics. "You do look good with freckles," you said, smiling warmly at him. As he lowered the mirror, a look of surprise flashed across his face. You couldn't help but be taken aback by the slight blush that dusted his cheeks. He quickly regained his trademark smirk, clearly pleased by the compliment. "What did I say, kitty? I knew I would look good," he quipped, flashing a confident smile as he looked at you.

Shaking your head with a smile, you met his gaze. "I guess you were right," you admitted. It was hard not to be charmed by Johnny's confidence and charisma. His smile is contagious, you all but forgot about your horrific past, a smile glued to your face in his presence.

Night had descended, and once again, you found yourself tossing and turning in your bed. Your clothes clung to your sweaty skin as horrifying images flashed through your mind. With a gasp, you jolted upright, silent sobs wracking your body, and your cheeks were wet with tears. The fear was overwhelming, and you contemplated seeking out Johnny for comfort, tempted to accept his offer and let yourself be vulnerable.

With a determined huff, you pulled yourself out of bed, the chill of the night air a stark contrast to your perspiring figure, sending shivers down your spine. Silent tears coursed down your cheeks as you desperately made your way to Johnny's room. His loud snoring resonated from down the hall, urging you to quicken your pace.

You were paranoid, your eyes darting around as you briskly walked through the dark hallway toward Johnny's door. You wanted to knock, to respect his space, but your fear urged you to instead pull his door open. You swiftly but quietly shut it behind you and approached his bed. There he lay, peacefully asleep, snoring without a care in the world.

You sat down and watched for a moment, your tears falling more freely now at the thought of disturbing his slumber for your own fears. It felt selfish to wake him up for comfort. But you shook your worries away and gently placed a hand on his shoulder, giving it a light shake. "Johnny?" you whispered, hoping he wasn't a heavy sleeper.

He groaned and shifted slightly in his sleep but didn't wake up. In your second attempt, you shook him a little harder. "Johnny, please," you whispered again, your desperation growing as your fear loomed once more. His snoring ceased, and his eyes opened slowly, groggily. "Hmm?" he mumbled, looking at you with a puzzled and drowsy expression, squinting as his vision adjusted to the moonlight that illuminated your tear-stained face.

"Y/n?" he said sleepily, but as his vision cleared and he saw the glistening tracks of tears on your cheeks, he suddenly became fully awake. "Hey, what's wrong?" he asked, sitting up quickly and placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

You didn't utter a word; instead, you began to sob. Johnny wasted no time, pulling you to sit on the bed beside him and wrapping an arm around you. He gently caressed your hair, resting his head against yours as your tears flowed more freely. "S-sorry," you choked out between sobs.

Johnny swiftly grabbed your shoulders, forcing you to look at him. "Hey, don't you apologize for a damn thing," he said with a stern look. "What did I say? At any hour, I'm here for you." He then shifted in the bed, making room for you. "Come here, sweetheart," he said, his arms open.

Without hesitation, you crawled into the bed beside him and buried your face into his chest as he gently enveloped you in his embrace. He continued to caress your hair and whispered calming words, offering a safe space for you to let it all out. An hour passed, and you felt yourself relax in his embrace, gradually drifting into slumber.

Johnny smiled down at you, a warm feeling in his chest. This nightly routine became your solace, your nightmares tamed by his comforting presence.

[darcyfangirlsfrequently]

my reactions to episode 6 of season 2 of criminal minds evolution

spoilers under the cut!

the alarms blaring and dead people everywhere just reminds me of the way "Saturday" begins

Okay I thought this was real until I saw Luke shot and half dead on the floor. Yay for Tara being so concerned though, TarVez besties canon!!

Okay when they said we'd hear prentiss singing, this is NOT what i had in mind

JESUS christ wtf is this

Aww I love seeing Penelope take care of her friends

Luke and Penelope being beside each other in a frame 🥰 getting my garvez crumbs where i can

Tara Lewis you are SO pretty

Penelope knowing her dad is at the end of his rope and being SO patient with him 😂😂 (also, luke, i see you staring at her)

Is Rossi about to have a fucking breakdown in the middle of the BAU?? I can't handle that

Luke following Penelope into her office YESSSSS

Oops i guess not. that's jj.

Penelope there is one person on this team i can understand you struggling to look at... JJ isn't them. what's going on?

"It's between beige and bad kissing" well penelope i feel like if you got with a certain someone you'd never have to deal with that again

JJ reading her besties to shit. I love my OG BAU girls

Penelope you are NOT ALLOWED TO BE JEALOUS

tyler's ex is so pretty tho

Luke wipe that smirk off your face 😂

"Even more awkward than you working with Tyler is him working with me" Luke do you HEAR yourself??? You are outing yourself and your feelings even more. You are ADMITTING your jealousy

"Luke we need you in here" not even TWO SECONDS LATER i knew it was coming but it's still funny

PENELOPE GARCIA DID YOU JUST TOUCH HIS ARM????

Penelope's "oh" upon finding out who teresa is. this is just a group of exes up in here

Tara 🤝 Emily wives calling Dave out for not going to therapy

Soft Tara and Dave!! I love them.

ROSSI WORDLESSLY REACHING OUT FOR TARA'S HAND I AM IN SHAMBLES

JJ sneaking a cheeto 😂 i'm glad there are SOME consistencies in this show

High Emily is just Paget

Emily is so right about salt and vinegar chips. They're the BEST.

Does a picture of sergio in the background count for my sergio square on my bingo card?

Tara and Emily having the same middle name canon

"I didn't know super hot latina was your type" Well, Penelope, now you have something in common

TYLER setting boundaries i love to see it.

Mutual airing of exes... now i wonder if she brought Luke up or hid that particular detail

Wait shit I was half joking in my fic when I said tyler was still in love with teresa, but if he fr is i will be so happy and rooting for them

luke having to ask the ex of the ex of the love of his life what the story is with her and said ex

"I had a thing for army guys" NO NO NO IF THEY TRY TO MAKE TERESA AND LUKE A THING I WILL FLIP

luke's heart eyes watching penelope's presentation

oh she's calling tyler OUTTTTTT

"81% of stalking victims are stalked by someone they know." Two things. 1. Love Luke getting his Spencer Reid moments and getting to be smart. 2. THIS IS A GOLDEN OPPORTUNITY TO TALK ABOUT ALEXEI STANOVICH AT SOME POINT

"sticky chemistry that is in the room between us all" means Penelope is acknowledging the her and luke stuff as well

LESS awkward to do boys with boys and girls with girls??? Penelope are you KIDDING???

"that's the less awkward option?" tyler i feel you

Luke's face is like "babe are you KIDDING i just told you me working with him is so awkward"

"For me and Teresa it is" icon

Tyler HAS to know that there is something Garvezy happening, because he and Luke seem to be the only people grasping the true awkwardness of this situation

oh so this is NOT emily's first time high. Temily writers i would like fics about them getting high together please and thank you

"I'm quitting" fucking LIES you won't leave them like that

WEED LACED CHEETOS??? DO THOSE REALLY EXIST???? god poor jj

"now being around him i know he's over me because i don't feel it anymore" i know penelope's ensuing awkwardness is supposed to be because she DOES still feel it with tyler or whatever, but i'm choosing to believe it actually has her thinking about Luke

"a list of everyone you've ever made angry" luke babes you are going to be at the TOP of that list

okay i have been WAITING for this tyler/luke fight

oh tyler did NOT use luke being a ranger against him

wtaf is this conversation. i'm living for it but it's WEIRD

HAHA voit's rossi impression

Bailey mention!!

Hate to see Rossi struggling. But I have to admit Voit's manipulation of him is so well done

Morgan AND Hotch mention. When's the last time we got a Morgan mention???

So they're finally talking about BAU-gate... and they're high. lovely.

The way Luke says "Penelope Garcia" and cannot even stop himself from smiling

omg luke finally speaking spanish!! (@lklvz how're you coping?)

Luke's grandmother mention!!

ugh they're so gonna try to make luke and teresa a thing. aren't they.

OH WHAT THE FUCK. TERESA CALLING LUKE TF OUT FOR BEING A PENELOPE SIMP WAS NOT WHAT I EXPECTED

OH MY GOD HE ACTUALLY JUST SAID HE LOVES HER

Also, Luke, wdym Penelope knows??? Bc i ASSURE you she does not

"it was a hard pass for both of us" LIES

noooooooooooooooooooo how did we go from something SO GARVEZ to teresa essentially asking him out? Lady he just said he's in love with someone else this will not go well for you

what is this video game conversation

maybe i'm just tired but i do NOT get what voit is alluding to with north star and stuart house

Tyler this feels kinda stupid

if i had a nickle for every time luke saved tyler's life, i'd have two nickles. which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice, right?

Luke and Tyler friendship arc???

okay. Jemilys, how are y'all doing? I might not get you, I might not be one of you, but I know you're losing it

OH EMILY KNOWS ABOUT THE MISCARRIAGE I'M SOBBING

If Teresa asks Luke out in front of Penelope i will SCREAM

So Penelope definitely thinks Luke/Teresa is a thing but I'm pretty sure that howl was her telling Luke to be brave and tell Penelope he loves her

oh THIS is where Jill comes in. I keep forgetting about her.

ahhh this was so good

[antiyourwokehomophobia2]

Extremely long vent under the cut

I am so fucking over everything. I feel like I just doubled back to my starting line. I feel like I played the game and failed fucking spectacularly. Like. Worst you could possibly do. The fact I'm back to being with my mom and being single makes me feel like an eighteen year old kid again. I feel like a loser and I genuinely want to die. I don't think texting the crisis text line two days in a row is a good sign. My entire life has fucking gone to shit and I'm genuinely so fucking over it.

All I've ever wanted out of life was to tell my silly lil stories and marry a woman who loves me as much as I love her but you can't have shit in this economy. This is genuinely fucking insane. I cannot BELIEVE what has happened to me. I genuinely never in a million years thought my life would ever look like this. Life threw me a curveball and knocked my teeth clean out. It's so fucked. I think I might actually kill myself, I'm genuinely so fucking over this. I tried to be strong and be resilient and all I'm alive for is to see my life fall completely the fuck apart. I want out. I'm done. I've never been a strong fighter or whatever the fuck. I cry at images of trees that have light shining in between the branches.

I'm not a soldier and never have been but I've been fighting anyway and I'm *tired*. I don't want to fight anymore. And for fucking what?? Some stupid dream of grandeur? A woman that will never come into my life? I've always loved people more than they loved me. I'm not going to find princess charming or whatever the fuck. It's not happening. Something is fucked within me. I'm too sensitive or too idealistic or fucking SOMETHING because holy fucking shit. I am so fucking done. For fucking real. I want out. I want to be gone. I wish guns weren't so expensive and people knew what happened after death because holy SHIT, I am so fucking over it. I cannot live like this. It's fucking over for me. I actually thing 23 is a perfect age to know if you want to kill yourself. I wanted to at eighteen but didn't, but Holy fucking crap I think I knew better then. I didn't do it because I wanted to see what would happen and fucking LOOK. This is what I stayed alive for?? Fucking THIS ????

And I can't fucking believe that when I asked my (now ex) gf of five years if she wanted to marry me, she fucking said "I THINK SO" girl, are you fucking fr right now. Five fucking years. I need you to be locked and fucking loaded. But whatever. I realized I wouldn't want to be with someone who placed me so low on the priority list. But whatever. Whatever. I feel like God stripped me of all my fucking stats. I'm gonna kill myself for real. I can't take this shit, y'all, I fucking can't. I can't believe I'm back in my hometown and I have to constantly watch my back because god fucking FORBID I run into anyone from high school and they see me and what I've become. I will actually kill myself on the spot, I can't handle that. And Jesus fucking CHRIST, I cannot fucking believe I'm living back with my mom. I fucking hate that woman and could go the rest of my life without ever talking to her again. Jesus fucking christ. And having to live with her stupid boyfriend. Fuck him. No he didn't do anything to me but I had a dad and don't need to be out here saying "my mom's boyfriend" how fucking cringe are you kidding me. I played the game and I failed SPECTACULARLY.

Holy fucking fuck, bro. I can't believe this shit. Seriously. Fucking seriously. You gotta be kidding. Youth really is wasted on the young because what do you mean I'll be 25 in 2 years and barely started anything. How incredibly fucking pathetic. Holy fuck. There are sixteen year old kids on Broadway and shit and I'm what? Struggling to get a degree because my dad died in my second year and it wrecked my progress?? It wrecked me so bad that my mom had me move back in for health reasons?? Are you fucking serious??? This is what my fucking life is right now? I can't fucking believe it. I'm gonna be policed constantly. I just know it. And I'll never feel comfortable in this house. And they didn't even bother to clean even though they fucking said they would. God, Jesus fucking christ y'all, I have zero hope. Optimist? Hopeful? Nope. Not me. Not any fucking more. This is it. I want to kill myself and I might actually do it because holy fucking shit WOW. This is insane. I did not stay alive at eighteen for this ridiculous shit. Unacceptable. Completely unacceptable. I have no hope anymore. I'm done. I'm so fucking done.

I fucking tried. Extremely hard. It wasn't good enough and I'm finished fr. I can't keep taking shit like this. I wasn't built for it fr. 5 years (18 to 23) feels like a long enough waiting period. I'm done.

[bisexualfemalemess]

BRIDGERTON SEASON 3 PT 2 SPOILERS

Live reaction episode 5:

I’m a little disappointed that we didn’t get to see Penelope’s answer to colin’s proposal but in my head she just straight up faceplanted outta that carriage. On another note, colin constantly looking back at her to check on her is peak protective husband. Colin ‘my wife’ bridgerton indeed. Also Penelope’s so loved by his family and not him being willing to fight Eloise, his own sister, like hold your horses buddy. El baby she’s loved him since you guys were children. Both are honestly valid and i love them both so much, i just need my peneloise besties back right now. Like so expeditiously. Awww, colin checking up on pen. He’s truly already so far gone. I’M SORRY THE TREE???? What the actual fuck???? Lady tilley arnold needs to get the fuck off my screen. I’ve never read the books but booktok and twitter made me love sophie already, i need her. Not pen listening to her family reading LW Lmaoo she seems so smug about it. EY LADY DANBURY HAPPY ABOUT POLIN THEY’RE SO LOVED BY EVERYONE. KANTHONY MY BABIES. MY PARENTS ARE GONNA BE ACTUAL PARENTS STFU. Anthony’s so feral for her 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 aww hyacinth is so excited to tell them about polin’s new engagement my daughter fr. HYACINTH OMG IJBOL NOT HER SAYING GREGORY’S THE FAMILY PET I’MMA DIE. Eloise baby she did not use you, she loves you and you love her so make up bitches. Cressida is so gay for eloise no one can tell me otherwise. OH MY GOD NOT THE BOOK LINE ABOUT HIS LOVE BEING A THUNDERBOLT FROM THE SKY SOMEONE SEDATE ME (might need to make a part two and i’m only 10 minutes in) they’re not even married yet and Benedicts like “your wives” she’s always been a bridgerton for real. PORTIA I AM INDIFFERENT TOWARDS YOU BUT BACK OFF FROM MY GIRLY AND DON’T MAKE HER DOUBT HER RELATIONSHIP. COLINS SO HOT TELLING PORTIA OFF SOMEONE GET ME SOME HOLY WATER OR SOMETHING JESUS FUCKING CHRIST. HE’S BEEN WITH HER FOR LESS THAN 24 HOURS AND HE’S ALREADY THROWING AROUND THE L-WORD OH HE FELL SO HARD FOR HER IMMA THROW MYSELF IN FRONT OF A MOVING TRUCK. MIRROR SCENE OH MY GOD OH MY GOD ALRIGHT ITS HAPPENING ITS HAPPENING OH HIS SPEECH IMMA KILL MYSELF IM SO SERIOUS. THIS IS PERFECT OH MY GOD, NICOLA COUGHLAN IS A GODESS AND THEIR CHEMISTRY IS SO PALPABLE. “LIE DOWN” THAT WAS SO FUCKING HOT, COLIN BRIDGERTON CAN COMMAND ME AROUND ANY DAY. Sex scene, sex scene, sex scene….TO POV???? Oh, that’s such a beautiful song choice. This is literally so intimate, i feel like I’m intruding. Colin bridgerton is a canon consent man and as a woman i think that’s so sexy. That was the cutest sex scene of my life, cute, hot, awkward, everything a first time is supposed to be (i wouldn’t know🙊) KANTHONY SCENE. HES THE CUTEST ALL KISSING HER STOMACH. Newton and Anthony always beefing. Their so cute 😫😫😫. Awww John and Francesca are so cute as well. Awwww him asking about marriage 😖😖😖. VISCOUNTESS KATE IN ACTION MY BABY GIRL. She’s working overtime being pregnant, viscountess and giving eloise advice. She clocked peneloise’s tea. AWW Post-sex polin is the cutest with the book line too 🥹🥹🥹🥹 and the teasing!!! They’re truly so friends to lovers. NOT HER GETTING INTERRUPTED WHEN SHE WANTS TO TELL HIM SHE’S WHISTLEDOWN. FUCK ASS SERVANTS. Oh poor pen having to listen to her fiancé trash-talk her without knowing he’s taking about her, like i wouldn’t tell him i’m Whistledown either after this, bet. Also they literally have no sense of personal space and it’s too cute. Aww a colin and eloise talk. THEY WERE INSEPARABLE AND THEY NEED TO BE AGAIN SOON OR IMMA DO SOMETHING SO DRASTIC I SWEAR TO GOD. Peneloise as bestie sister-in-law’s is something that i need so bad it’s like not even funny anymore. Penelope’s sister need to leave her the fuck alone and portia needs to leave her ulterior motives at the door even penelope was like what the hell is going on. I don’t really mind will and alice plot honestly they’re just a cute married couple, much like polin will be. OH MY GOD NOT BENEDICT CALLING KATE SISTER IM DYING IM DECEASED. THAT FUCK ASS TOP HAH OH MY LORD. NOT COLIN CALLING PENELOPE HIS BRIDE TO BE 🫠

[amphibifish]

WHAT AHPPENED IN MALOKI

so much jordan..... too much jordan.......

assuming that was a genuine question explanation of the ending under the cut because jesus christ that ending was actually so wtf i NEED to talk about it CAUSE WHAG WAS THATT but it's kind of long so

ok i guess ill start from post-amusement park ballpit etc because thats kind of where things pick up

freyja convinces them to back to asgard to go take back odins throne from everyone who's fighting over it. she stays on midgard by the emergency exit if anything goes wrong. odin and loki head up there and then go visit baldr who convinces odin to free him on account of "dad....... ☹️☹️☹️" which works and then baldr beelines for the throne and so loki and odin hop on sleipnir to beat him but when they hop off him they fall back down the emergency exit hole.

so earlier hoenir gives heimdallr his staff back cause oh odins back now no need to talk over the world or anything. now while loki and odin are having a dinner party heimdallr breaks in in an attempt to kill that fake odin his staff created to psychologically torture loki. he's all "loki im finally GETTING MY REVENGE !!!" and then he trips and falls and drops his staff and odin picks it up and gets the eye reviving for real this time then immediately throws heimdallr out a window.

now they're all like OK ITS TIME TO FR FINISH RAGNAROK and so they go into asgard except the portal sends them into. baldrs like. mind world ??? ok here is where they start to lose me a little bit. i mean they lost me in a lot of places but like, especially here.

baldrs mind world is a night festival and the goal is to not get caught by baldr or he will turn you to stone which has happened to basically everyone except hoenir baldr himself and heimdallr who is seething the entire time still begging to fight loki. oh and urd but urd uhhh. turns into a swan or something and uses her magic to make loki an adult again disappearing in the process ?

when loki finally happens upon them hoenir tries to betray baldr with a fake staff that summons valkyrie's but it doesnt work. heimdallr tries to fight him for it because ??? look he's just been slowly getting flanderized into "I HATE LOKI AND I SUCK" over the course of this last manga so 😐😐😐 whatever anyway

baldr is like "OK LOKI LETS DUEL" and then THEY PULL OUT GUNS AND BALDR SHOOTS LOKI DEAD. and translation the app gave me was a little funky but the gist of it was that loki emptied his gun or like dropped his weapon or whatever because he didn't want to kill baldr and then baldr starts uhh crying. and then they get whisked back to the real world ACTUAL asgard and loki is. ALIVE ???

i don't even know how that works the dialogue literally just says "i was hiding!" and he's a child again so i can only assume the swan magic protected him. anyway thenbaldr is like "OK LOKI LETS FIGHT FR" and then they show off a bit of rune magic or whatever

then odin is all "why did you do all that baldr" and the very tragic sad explanation is basically. he was in love with urd and didn't like that loki and urd were also probably in love (???) and also he wanted uh attention and respect or something like that and didn't want to wait for the throne so he put odin on the self possessed him and then caused the entire plot.

odin is like "awhh ☹️☹️☹️" and makes him king.

they finally free all the valkyries aka every girl that was brutally murdered over the course of this story which revives them and they're sent back to their normal lives.

then hel shows up and is like "hey guys what's up here's my portal to helheim. the norns have already gone in your turn !" SO THEN ODIN AND FREYJA FORCE EVERYONE TO COMMIT MASS SUICIDE TOGETHER (minus loki). YEAH. EVERY GOD FROM BEFORE THIS INSTALLMENT IS DEAD. actually technically heim freyr and hoenir didn't wanna die they got pushed in so really that was a murder on freyja's hands but she's also dead anyway so it doesn't matter.

and then loki goes back to living his life as a child detective and ermmm yeah ^_^ the end ! what the fuck ! was that !

[cdyssey]

Abbott 2.15 Thoughts:

ABBOTT TIME. I drew this last night because I didn’t have the episode to obsess over.

“I am one minor inconvenience away from putting this whole day in rice.” What a glorious expression, omg.

Ava about Jacob’s carrot cookies: “Mm, no. Just looking at them almost put me over the top.” WKWJWNSNS. Also, Ava’s entirely pink pantsuit, omfg. Hot.

Melissa having her kids in line two seconds into the fire alarm vs. Ava HIGH-TAILING it OUT OF THERE QKQKWNDNSKAK. (It’s funny and so consistent with what we know about her!! She’s a Doomsday prepper! She’s always fearing the worst!)

YOU’RE FUCKING KIDDING ME. I WAS ANGST-POSTING ABOUT BARB’S CANDLE ACCIDENTALLY BURNING HERS AND MEL’S TABLE AND IT HAPPENED!!!!!!!!! LISTEN!

Mel: “Because as someone who wanted to be a firefighter, I hate fires. They sicken me. I want to fight them.” / Barb: “Smoke and fire—the devil’s fresh air.” Get you two girlfriends who have very strong opinions about fires.

The actor who plays Captain Robinson looks so familiar to me, omg. I’ve seen this dude before, but WHERE?

QQKWJWNWJEJEJDDJ, Ava’s prepper video. She’s gonna fight fire with fire.

“Facebook crashing—that’s for the older teachers… and a lice outbreak—for the white teachers.” Lmfao.

“Oh, my God. Someone’s trying to use cashmere and Jesus to blackmail Barbara.” / “You mean frame.” / “Semantics.” QOQOQKQMSNDNSJSJJSS. Name another show on air rn that’s funnier than this. Goddamn.

Mel about a fire truck: “Yeah, that’s—that’s one big daddy.” SOBBING. DON’T SAY IT LIKE THAT.

“That’s where youse all work those cute little puppy dog eyes to get the firefighters to let us play on the truck.” AOQMQWNSN. She is so fucking adorable.

Mel’s uncle being a firefighter and Joe maybe having been a firefighter!

“Wow… would you look at this big hunk of”—the firefighter assumes she’s coming over to flirt—“metal.” AKQWMENDJE.

“See, this is why I love fire trucks. I get older—they stay the same.” WOQOWJDNS. I’m losing it.

HOT COUNSELOR. WE DID IT, FANDOM. WE MANIFESTED HOT COUNSELOR.

“It is late morning, and the container is still completely full. I’ll pass.” QQKWJWJWJSJSJSDS.

“Me? Oh, I’m just fine.” Barbara Howard being in full mask mode. Oh, my God.

“Are you writing I’m fine?” / “Well, that’s a lot of writing for ‘I’m fine.’” / “It’s just two words and one of them is a contraction.” Not only does Barbara have to assert to herself that she’s fine, but she also has to be externally validated that other people are buying into her outward shields as well.

“So if there’s anyone to blame, it would be the wind.” 😭 Sobbing.

“Yes, but it seems like you’re an investigator of feelings. And I want you to know that I am feeling just fine.” Barbara spiraling. Y’all, I can’t do this.

Janine trying to use the trauma counselor like a therapist. 😭

Mel showing off her knowledge about fire trucks. This girl is hyperfixated!!!! She’s just like me, fr!! AKANSNSS, her getting inside the truck and honking the horn.

Gregory needing to put on his sweater + that little smirk he gives to the camera. AJWNDNS. God, I love him. / The counselor going, “We’ll dig into that later.” WKWKEJDNS.

“I’ve longed for protocol. This is the best day of my life.”

Gregory guessing that almost everyone in the book except for Barbara is not well-adjusted because no one expects for her to fall apart. She’s so good at keeping it together. Oh, my fucking GOD. (Also, lmao, at Mr. Johnson being the singlemost well-adjusted man the counselor has ever met.)

“I’m talking about Barbara Howard.” / “Are you sure don’t mean Janine?” NOT GREGORY GESTURING AT KID HEIGHT. ANQJWJKWDJ.

“Nothing shakes up people more than a fire. There’s usually something under the surface.” / “I feel like you’re reading her wrong. Barbara is the most put together and collected person at this school.” Sobbing. And then Barbara comes in AGAIN to reiterate that she’s fine. She has to hear SOMEONE ELSE tell her and confirm that she’s fine. She’s so insecure if she perceives that people aren’t buying her “I’m fine/I’m perfect” shtick. JESUS. I’m so normal about Barbara Howard.

WOQQKSJSJS. Barbara has never listened to Chaka Khan’s “Through the Fire” on her PANDORA. That is such a perfect detail. These writers know their characters so well.

Gregory coming to check in on Barbara. 🥺

“You are not a principal, Gregory. You are but a child.” HELP.

“I’m as good as it gets. Perfect, even.” I am UNWELL about this woman.

“Gregory, I am spiritually tenured. Mandates are nothing more than fervent suggestions. Ava would let me skip this.” QOQKQKWKWIEJDNSNSN. I know all my Barbava friends screamed.

“And don’t you think that if anyone should attend the fire safety meeting, it should be you, considering…?” 😭😭

“My shawl caught fire on a stained-glass Jesus candle. Nobody got hurt. So why don’t we all just put this ordeal behind us and move forward?”

Gregory putting his foot down!!!

“I miss Ava.” THE EMPHASIS IN MRS. BARBARA HOWARD’S VOICE. WKWNSNS. JERI, JERI, ARE YOU OKAY?

Melissa’s kids being bored af akkwjwiwjdnsw.

Gregory confiding in Janine about his worries about Barb, and Janine immediately going through the gamut of concerned questions. 😭 That’s their MOM.

“Doesn’t even make sense. Why would a fire own sunglasses?” Lmfao.

“Less of a question and more of a comment. I could run this meeting in my sleep.” Her energy in this episode GOD.

Melissa’s dreams of being a firefighter crushed by misogyny. 😭

“You can’t spell firefighter without ‘her.’” JACOB KQOQKWWKEJD.

Teddie trying to be Barbara’s supporters behind her, but Gregory getting himself into some deep shit by intuiting that Barbara’s insecurity is “getting older and becoming forgetful.” Melissa, indignant, protective: “What the hell?”

“You have no idea the nonsense that teachers get away with here repeatedly, but the one time I light a candle for peace of mind, without ever having a prior problem, you want to take it away from me. Well, that is unfair and ridiculous!” I AM SOBBJNG.

MEL RUNNING AFTER HER. THOSE ARE MY WORK WIVES.

Barbara in her classroom, arms crossed over her chest, breathing heavily. Hhhgh, and Mel immediately showing up to console her.

WOWOQKSNSJW, MEL TRYING TO CONSOLE HER VIA SHOWING HOW HOT SHE LOOKS NEXT TO A FIRE TRUCK. “Hard to be mad when I look that good.”

“Your hair matches the truck. Marvelous.” This is a funny line, but the way Barbara’s voice is on the verge of breaking. I’m going to McFucking lose it, and Melissa hears it too.

“You wanna talk about it?” Barbara initially shakes her head and repeats the same refrain she’s been peddling all episode, “I’m fine.” But then, because it’s Melissa, because she feels safe with her, she turns around and confides. “Been dealing with Gerald’s health.” There are tears in my eyes.

Melissa, wide-eyed, so goddamn tender: “Barb.” / “We had a prostrate situation.”

Melissa puts a hand on Barbara’s arm: “Oh, no. Oh, my gosh. Is he okay?” All of the mirth Mel has displayed throughout the entire episode is gone. She’s so present and sensitive to Barbara Howard.

“Yeah, doctor call this morning, said he is in the clear.” / Melissa, exhaling in relief: “Oh, thank God.” / “But those PSA numbers came back high. And y-y’know, the past few days, just waiting to find out the results, it’s been stressful.” / “Of course. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t know.” Melissa’s voice being as gentle as it is literally going to break me.

“Well, all I could do was light my candle and pray… what was I gonna do? Sit around and worry about it all day? That never does any good.” Sheryl Lee Ralph, I’m sending you my therapy bill, and also nominating you for another Emmy. 😭

“Right? That’s life. Just always something coming at ya. You just gotta keep on truckin’.”

“I mean, if we were to blab every time life got hard, we would be…” / “Janine.” / GOD WKQOWKWDNKEJWJEJDNSS.

“Janine,” Barbara repeats, and they both laugh. Melissa teased that beautiful laugh out of her, and you can see that Barb has exhaled a little bit, just being able to confide in one of the people she loves and trusts most in this world. Don’t talk to me for 3-7 business days. I’m a WRECK.

“Oh, I’m glad he’s okay, honey.” And Mel goes in for the hug, but Barb’s back in composure mode, and she resists the full version. She’s still clearly… unsettled. 😭

MEL STEALING THE FIREFIIGHTER’S KEYS SJSJIWJS.

IT’S A FIFTY-SEVEN STEP RECIPE. AKQKWNSNWJS.

Jacob engineering a situation where they can use the aerial for Melissa. That’s his work mom!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“Well, either way, I will not be lighting my candle anymore. And that’s life, right? Right?” 😭 Life has only taught her that she has to repress the things that give her comfort. Ma’am.

BARBARA CONSOLING HER STUDENT. I’M INCONSOLABLE.

“You know it’s okay to feel scared. You don’t have to pretend that you’re not. Pretending can make it harder.” And then she reaches out and offers the student her hand. “You know; sometimes Mrs. Howard gets scared… and upset too.” Her smile briefly falls, her mask. “And that’s okay. Okay?” I’m sk fucking. I am 😭😭😭

MELISSA ON THE AERIAL!!!!!! JACOB BEING PUMPED.

“Ooh, should she really be up there in heels?” / “She’s wearing a helmet.” AKQOQKWISNSJ

“Hey, why don’t you try playing a sport that actually involves balls—like downhill skiing.” AQoqojqqoJQJWJDJD.

The Schemmentis being a legend. 😭 THE FIRE BEING STARTED BY HER OTHER UNCLE. “And I’m not snitching. He’s proud of it!”

Barbara clearing things up with the counselor!!! The counselor suggesting a day off!!!!!!!!! The counselor KNOWING that she can’t call it a mental health day because Barbara would never take it because she doesn’t consider her mental health as being a valid reason for taking care of herself. 😭

Barb taking the day off!!!!!!!!

“Just because you’ve got a round face like the Teletubbies sun baby doesn’t mean that the world revolves around you.” OQKQWKSNSNSN, AVA, MA’AM, I MISSED YOU. They write the funniest shit for her.

Ava trying to send Barb to the spa!! Barb spending time with her hubby. Listen, I’m sentimental.

MELISSA THINKING THE COOKIES ARE DELICIOUS SJSJDJS.

Perfect, perfect, perfect episode. I’m not going to stop thinking about it for five weeks. Oh, my God.

[chaisshitposts]

thanks for reminding me i can manifest them to be chill- i way too used to my strict parents lmao

THE JOJO REFERENCES GOES HARD FR

i haven't catched up with hxh manga but i did finish the anime and basically killua split up to protect alluka and gon wanted to meet his father so they technically couldn't stay together, there's a possibility that they won't appear in the manga again :((

don't blame me😭 the first thing i saw about kny was that episode and nezuko (there was so many nezuko edits oml), but first episode was like a 50/50 for me?? i'm pretty sure it's because i used to watch like really dark magical girls animes when i was younger and my cousins always made me watch the final destination series with them🧍🏻

OML TOJI I REMEMBER READING THE MANGA AND WANTING HIM AND MEGUMI TO MEET SDCNKSDJFBS and yuta is the literal definition of looking like a cinnamon roll but can actually kill you

I DON'T BLAME YOU ABOUT THE PROMISED NEVERLAND CUz Isabella's jumpscare in the first episode was😭😭🖐🏻 and yES PLS GIVE BUNGO STAY DOGS A CHANCE!

KATEKYO HITMAN REBORN?? I HAVEN'T WATCHED IT YET BUT MY COUSIN WATCHES IT A LOT

there's something so scrumptiously delicious about main characters who are weak but are actually strong and just humbles the people who underestimates them, like, sLAY

my sister recommended me mashle! it's on to watch list since i'm planning on binge watching animes in my waiting room and PLS TELL ME THAT ZOM 100 IS FINALLY COMPLETED, I'VE BEEN WANTING TO BINGE WATCH IT SINCE LIKE LAST LAST MONTH

i'm currently watching the apothecary diaries! It's so refreshing because the female lead is so smart and pragmatic, like she doesn't give a sht about the male lead and just loves medicine and poison tasting so much😫 the only thing i dislike is how she's being forced to be the male lead's partner but the plot is still good heheh

🐧anon

no problemo 🕵️ gotta help the homies out. everything in life is a jojo reference, even jesus.

oml nO wait I watched the whole HXH manga and know they split up I was just acting delusional 😭 and uGh I hope the manga gets finished one day... The creator has bad health-- wait a damn minute I can just manifest his health back wtf am I sayin' 🧐

PFFFTTT what a wild read— and oh god no don't even talk about final destination to me, I cannot drive on the freeway normally sometimes bc of that shit, everytime I see a truck with like oversized loads (especially the fuckers with the big ass steel poles on the back of them) I always get chills, even though I know nothing is gonna happen to me cause I said so 🧍

toji didn't even remember he had son.... deadbeat dad type beat. yuta and rika deserve better ngl

isabella and that other maid... they are nightmare fuel. and yes!!!!!! I will absolutely give it another chance for the adorable tiger boy with the fruity little haircut!!! bingeing anime in yer waitin' room??? bruh that's literally so big brain wtf I low-key wanna shift to all my favorite animes one of these days 🕵️ but I have this underlying worry about the version of myself being left behind to do my dirty work lmfao

also- katekyo hitman reborn! is super good, but I will say that I have been rewatchin' it for a sense of nostalgia on and off whenever I have time and god the first like--- 20 episodes are fuckin' cringe but the main character's awakenin' is satisfying 😭 he's like the og deku

I have no idea if all the eps have been posted for zom 100 !!!! I will check for you today if I remember--- I haven't had time to check after watching like the first three episodes on crunchyroll—

OooOo an anime with a strong female lead!?!?! I would absolutely eat that shit up oml gobble gobble gobble— ew that plot sounds cringey. man, I really want an anime with a stoic, underestimated female lead whos like majorly asexual... wait 🧍 hold on, I basically just described saiki k... I NEED A FULL THIRD SEASON OF THE DISASTROUS LIFE OF SAIKI K.

[honeyflies05]

ITS TIME FOR MY 6x13 THOUGHTS BUCKLE UP PEOPLE!!

WE SURVIVED

WE DID IT!!!

that looks fun wtf

i wanna join that cycling class

I am char char is me

what is gonna happen with the water bottle

yo he good?

apparently not

if my thighs poison me just let me die

WHY IS BUCK BACK TO WORK??? LET MY BOY REST!!!!

Jesus they’re all goin💀

“did he just do math?? in his head??” CHIM-

SCREAMING

ANGELA BASSET WOOOOOOOOO

DAMN SHE RAN CROSS COUNTRY?? makes sense

denny missed the bus💀💀

denny and chim connection?? didn’t know I needed it

CHRIS ASKING HIM MATH WUESTIONS DJCIDHSHW I CALLED IT

BUCKS HANDS WITH THE POWER OF ELECTRICITY ANFJCUSBA

ESP DIFUDHSHSHAHAHA

buck and chris relationship >>

that IS a classic origin story

“HE COULD GIVE ME THE ANSWERS TO MY MATH HOMEWORK” THATS LJTERALLY ON MY BINGO CARD AKFICHDHS

MADDY BACK TO WORK MADDY BACK TO WORK MADDY BACK TO WORK!!!!!

that looks like a pioneer woman dish🤨

poor maddy💀💀

okay we’re back

I DO THIS WITH MY PARENTS ALL THE TIME AKDICHSA

…that house is green

WHO WAS IN THEIR HOUSE????

“you and law enforcement” NSIDHDHSHA

BUCK HAVING A CROWD AROUND HIM AND GETTING MONEY FOR HIS MATH DJCIDUDBWNWJEUW

HIM COUNTING THE MONEY SKFUDJDISBWA I CANT

she’s gonna have an asthma attack aint she

i too want a haircut without my mom’s permission

he seems like a creep💀

i don’t want him to do my hair

NOW GIRL-

WHY WOULD YOU THROW A BLOWTORCH

ALLERGIC TO WATER???

JESUS THE SCISSORS

the dead nebulizer stare AKDJFJDJS

WHERES DENNY

DENNY

…husband???

OH DENNY’S DAD

I GOT A MED EXPRESS AD DURINF THE BREAK ANDIHFHS

denny’s gonna get his ass BEAT

no Karen’s right

no bc see now I’m torn

athena going full police is so,,,,

they’re gonna station someone outside hUH

BUDDIE BUDDIE BUDDIE BUDDIE

RED AND BLUE COLOR THEORY

I’ve seen this part before

why does Eddie walk in here like he does this every Saturday night??💀

THREE MINUTES AND SEVENTEEN SECONDS!!!!!!!

I’m gonna be honest how tf do you play poker

MEHTA IS TRYING SO HARD SKFUUDS

HES GONNA GET CALLED OUT

“maths not his thing” YEAH! ITS NOT!

EDDIE LOOKS CONCERNED

“imagine that” SHE IS SO,,

PLAYBOY BUCKLEY!!!!!

EDDIE IS ONLY ARM CANDY!!!!!!!!!!

BUCK IS GONNA WIPE THEM OUT OH MY GODDDD

WORK WORK WORK WORK WORK

HE JUST LOOKS TO EDDIE

STEAKS???? S T E A K S ? ?

she noticed.

oh so my guy was FR HURT??

no fr why didn’t his dad come to them?? HES THE ADULT.

okay can we agree the looks eddie was giving buck we’re NOT straight

OMG HENS MOM?????

i want denny’s mushroom shirt #imgay

hen’s mom being the mediator and voice of reason is so,,, ♥️💜♥️💜💗💜💕💜

denny had good intentions but also he’s like 12 so

what’s she got stuck up her asshole.

A VIBRATOR??

BUCK AND EDDIE QUESTIONING HIM??

HER BLADDER???

his math ain’t helping💀💀💀

EDDIE YELLING AT HIM FOR THINKING AB HIS PAST RELATIONSHIPS THAGS HOW IM TAKING KT

hen knows how much that must hurt

NOTHING PREPARED ME FOR THAT CALL

buck was DEF on the phone with that girl he fucked in the firetruck

hen and chim bestieism

MADDIE WHY WOULD YOU INVITE HER IN

oh she SNEAKY

ATHENA!!!!!!

oh she wants a LETTER

WHY SHE TAKIN ALL THEIR MAIL????

THENA!!!!💜💜

okay but WHY does she want the mail

coupons💀💀💀

woooohoooo back to prison!!

buck would DEF use jeeyun for money skdichdhsha

my mom says aisha and hen’s mom’s actress are biologically related

hen’s mom is speaking truths with letting denny see his dad BUT telling his moms he’s doing it too and letting them regulate it like ADULTS

“like I got hit by a car” oh so he GOT JOKES???

YOURE AN ADULT??? YOU SHOULDVE SAID SOMETHING.

them being ADULTS and creating ground rules!!!!!

Karen and hen being amazing mothers once again god they stay winning

CHRIS AND BUCK!!!

chris is his sous chef!!!

COOKIES

America not using the metric system has its downfalls once again

“you know what a porterhouse is???”

“Buck.. I’m from texas” THAT HAD THE SAME ENUNCIATION AS “buck you don’t even have a couch!”

I LOVE ANGELA BASSET

that’s the same room Buck was in😭😭😭

henren fans were FED tonight (me)

ARE WE GONNA SEE BUCK FIGHT HIS WAY THROUGH A CROWD BECAUSE IM READY

i can’t wait until I leave for college and my roommate has to deal with me and my 911 brain

[trickarrows-bishop]

LIVE BLOG OF ME REACTING TO EPISODE FIVE OF HSMTMTS

was gonna do this for episode four and forgot, kinda wish i did after all of THOSE scenes but anyways episode five lets GOOOOOO

[open with caution, i didn't realise how mentally unprepared i was]

THE WAY EJ WAS ON THE MOTHERFUCKING BANNER MADE ME SCREAM TBH LIKE BROTHER U WANT ME TO CRY FR FR

"richard bowen" "elton john" caswen is upon us (i cant even say im delusional because madlyn deadass nearly happened last episode)

"the musical is going swimmingly" girl u drowning dont lie

BYE NOT THE NEVER-ENDINGLY USED PLOT OF THE IDEA OF THE MUSICAL BEING CANCELLED I CANT GET AWAY FROM THIS FR

i gotta say kourtney repeatedly getting her moment is insane. like im so fucking happy rn over it its insane. like she's going therapy (WOOOOO THERAPY !!) and actually looking at her future !! im so happy for her im fr putting ms girl in my pocket

also when i found out her mom is played by dara's actual mom i screamed (not lying im so dramatic bye)

"lets start with questions!!" "great 'cause i have many" she is me and i am her. i am kourtney greene coded fr

4 JOBS??? EJ'S DAD CAN SUCK A DICK FR IDEC HE IS SUCH AN ASSHOLE MAN

i cant even say i want it made up bc ej said its a breath of fresh air and HE NEEDS THAT AIR FFS

"talking to val" WOHOOOO MENTION OF PAST CHARACTERS INSANE BEHAVIOR FROM THE WRITERS !! INSANE !! (im in delusion that nini will be back)

"you do look good" "thanks. you do look... terrible" real. ricky bowen me coded fr

cant believe we havent had one season where gina can just. have the lead. and no drama. like pls tim i was BEGGING like. at season two.

caitlyn (actress playing quinn the director) is so hilarious to me like i've been following her online for ages and bro its so funny seeing her on hsmtmts and doing exactly what she does in her other videos LMAO

"g force" i'll puke. fuck off.

GINA KINDA GAGGED QUINN THERE ???

LMFAO NOT HER CHANGING HER MIND JUST AT THE IDEA OF WINNING AN AWARD

EJ and ricky's duet lol they hate me. they want me to cry. im eight mins in too. cant wait to cry to this fr

update: crying over this duet what the fuc

can i just say how for certain songs on this soundtrack they've been HITTING or absolutely MISSING ???

this girl harper is GAGGING kourt LMAO "i see you standing here right now !!" SHES SO FUNNY FOR NO REASON

miss jenn is not using siri rn.

CARLOS BB :(

SIRI SHUSH WITH UR BEEPING

trust the process WOHOOOO

why is it thunderstorming JESUS

22 pages U FUCKIN WHAT (never been in a musical idk seems like a lot)

why is she always wearing a cheer outfit its deadass like the character's personality is cheer outfit bro

"3 children" i need to buy a GUN

quinn i was just routing for u babe why u posting such bullshit on instagram. and was that a FILTER?

BIG RED???FHHSDHFADSJGHFKSDJHFASDKJBFSKV

BIGGIE ???dFHAKSDHFAKSJDHGFKASHDG IS THAT MY SON ???? MY SON ???? IS HE ALSO WEARING GLASSES WHAT THE FUCK OF FUCKS

anyways let me actually play the scene LOLZ

HIS FIRST WORDS ARE "ASH YOU LOOK AMAZING" BYE CANT DO THIS WHY WAS I ROUTING FOR MADLYN FFS

YK WHAT? ASHLYN HAS TWO HANDS. YEAH. THAT CAN WORK FOR ME

grandma red's 100th!! everyone cheered fr (i am everyone)

"your last text said you had something important to tell me" no i am not about to witness redlyn break up. nononono.

I KNEW IT

THE FUCKING MOMENT SEB SAID HE CHEATED I CONNECTED THE DOTS I WAS LIKE

"HMMMMM BIG RED JUST CAME OUT AS BI ??? YOU CHEATED ???? IDK ??? MAYBE SEB HELPED OR SOMETHING" LITERALLY SAID THAT SHIT OUT LOUD AND I WAS RIGHT HOLY FUCK OF FUCKS

"surprise!!" boy- i don't have TIME to even unPACK-

"you okay?" "i am GREAT" me when i LIE

HOLD UP

DID HE JUST

DID RICHARD JUST

MENTION NINI???? WHA

HOLY FUCKING SHIT

THIS WASN'T ON MY HSMTMTS SEASON 4 BINGO CARD?!!!!????

yeah im salty about how shit of an exit that was for nini. next question.

"afraid of the truth?" do u want me to try and make this gay or not richard cuz i stg u are giving me some mixed ass signals

nevermind this is really sad and heartbreaking let me shut the fuck up

AND NOW WE GO BACK TO REDLYN OKAYYYY

THE MOVIES??? BIG RED AND SEB AT THE MOVIES ???

all of this is just so out of character for big red and seb like what

like ej was right there tim come ON

"we were at a harry styles movie" not the fucking millennial ass writing coming in NOW

"my bi origin story" how am i supposed to feel rn??? because i don't know how to feel. like. anything. at all.

GIRL YOU BETTER TELL HIM ABOUT VAL OR MADDOX ???

"yeah!!! she was cute!!!" "yes. she was." BAHAHHAHAJHFGDSKJ

"wait..." NOT THAT BEING THE WAY SHE CAME OUT BAHHDSJH

"there were fireworks... literally"

OHHHHH SHES TALKING ABOUT MADDOX TOO UHM

"YOU almost kissed MADDOX" bro idk if ur disgusted or proud pls elaborate

OH HE KNEW FROM THE DOC LMFAO

wait so im just like ??? meant to let go of redlyn ??

"im happy for you" kms where can i get a big red

aLSO I WANT A NAME REVEAL tim PLEASE

just watched redlyn break up. now FUCKING WHAT

"friends, though... right?" YOU BET YOUR ASS KING

"i will apologise to carlos. BUT YOU NEED TO CALL MADDOX" SO REAL THANK YOU BIG RED UR SUCH A KING

ashlyn stop doubting urself like GIRLIE everyone with EYES is down bad please. PLEASE.

WHY AM I WATCHING CARLOS AND MISS JENN HAVE A CRY SESSION ON SOME RANDOM ASS COUCH ???

why is rehearsals starting at 7 in the evening. that would not fucking slide at my school. ( if i ran a school) (not happening)

"FIFTY SIX MINUTES" girl even made me move tf?

KOURTNEY'S SHOES WHAT THE FUCK I NEED THEM RIGHT NOW

oh come on just hearing all of that she HAS to go to lewis

"i just learnt mack and gina are minors" GIRL ??? WHAT DID YOU THINK-

quinn shouting "CUT!!!" louder every time

"which felt like... nine days" WHY AM I LAUGHING

"because we're friends-" bro fuck off idc

GAG HIM G IT DONT MATTER

THINK OF THE MUSICAL GINA.

ricky PROMISED FR HE BETTER BE THERE

"hugs i love that we're doing this now!!" emmy I CANT NOT LOVE YOU

ASHLYN U MAKE THAT PHONE CALL THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU I NEED MADLYN RN

oh fuck i didn't realise that left carlos and big red FUCK

suddenly i DON'T want to be here

carlos can never be fully mad like if i found out someone had kissed my partner im 100% going to jail bc im so pissed off & i've probably killed someone, but why is he saying mf "good day!!" as he stormed off

MADISON FUCK OFF I AM NOT IN THE MOOD

fuck im really gonna have to have madlyn dragged out for me ffs

bro what is this weather on about tho

last time weather was important to plot it was like. keeping nini back in s2 e3 LMAO ???

EJ saying some important shit to ricky and its gonna make me cry again (its not even the finale and i have 17 mins of run time left of this episode FFS)

"im actually hurting them?" "no, you're actually hurting yourself" HOLY FUCK IM TOO VULNERABLE FOR THIS

CASWEN HUG AND IM GONNA RUN WITH IT FR

"stealing my girlfriends" BYE I CANT DO THIS

[billerak]

Chapter 24 mesh (part 1)

There's too much gay at the end so no way a single post is gonna do it.

Ok so the whole setup for Minori's confession happens and she does it, and yeah, it's what you'd expect.

But... Is it really what you'd expect?

Think about it. Wouldn't it make more sense for her to confess to Taiga here? Maybe. Maybe coming out of the closet is not in the table right now. She probably doesn't even know she's in there.

Regardless, she says she's in love with Ryuji. She says she's been in love with him from the start which is... Probably bullshit? Like, she definitely started seeing him better in episode 9/10, but prior to that she had not much of a reason to like him as far as we understand.

I fucking hate(love) this because it perfectly encapsulates how much of a hypocrite she still is.

WHY ARE YOU STILL GIVING RYUJI TO TAIGA, THEN. WHY NOT MAKE YOUR MOVE. The reason is clear, though. She alreayd knows Ryuji likes Taiga so there's little point in complicating matters further.

But I think it just goes to show her resolve is nowhere near as strong as she makes it out to be. She's, once again, wearing a mask for Taiga's sake.

And she says this to Ryuji. Basically being like "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger" and like, she's not exactly wrong, but it's this very thinking that later leads to her meltdown.

So she just makes sure, one last time, putting all cards on the table. And she tells Ryuji to go after what he can see. Love. Something only he can see, right now. Something Minori can't, so she doesn't want to focus on it...

But that's fucking bullshit.

She doesn't want to give up romance or stop chasing after it. Look at her, taking this secondary prize in this hellhole of a relationship. I've said this before, but Minori is the only character that doesn't really get closure. I'll prove it later anyways but jesus, poor girl.

What follows is some Taiga/Ryuji things with their mothers but, in all honesty, there's not really much for me to unpack there. Like... what's happening is pretty straightforward and I have nothing to say about it.

And then, we have Ami having a similar exchange.

But whereas Minori was just making sure, Ami doesn't need to make sure of anything. Yet, here she is, insisting.

Why? Well, because she values honesty. The most consisten character trait for Ami, through all the show, is her need for others to be honest with her. She hates it when they lie, when she asks simple questions and they avoid them.

Here, as it's all coming to a close, she wants that confirmation. She wants, for once, for Ryuji to be honest with her.

Just once.

And maybe, then, that'll give her closure too.

So he relents.

And finally, she's satisfied.

Then Minori, bi disaster that she is, GOES COMPLETELY AGAINST HER WORD AND GIVES UP ON HER FUCKING LIFE SAVINGS FOR HER TWO CRUSHES.

WHAT THE FUCK.

Of course, this just goes to show she was bullshitting earlier. Putting on an act for her crushes to stop worrying about her. And the worst part is that she fucking succeeds, for once.

So Ami's like "Alright here let me give you my beach house." Her sacrifice is lesser than that of Minori, but... I wonder if she's doing it because she doesn't want them to waste Minori's savings in hotels.

Of course it coudl just be because she's being nice. Which she is. I'm overanalyzing and using my shipping brain here. Which I don't need because some gay shit is about to follow.

Also Yusaku is here. He exists. He is definitely a character of Toradora.

ON TO GAYNESS

Minori self-invites, and Ami enters Bi Panic mode. BUT TAIGA COMES IN TO SAVE THE DAY. SHE'S SUCH AN ALLY FR FR

Seriously, how am I meant to read it as anything other than romantic subtext...

WHEN AMI REACTS BY BLUSHING LIKE THIS

And she's like "i'm not gay, leave my house"

but this was just for funsies let's get to the meat of this scene

in part 2

[inact-ice]

Episode 10!!!!!

I’m almost doooooone

- aw Abby

- she’s leaving soon right, noooo

- bucks holding Abby so gently like my queen deserves

- Abby girl you better be taking a leave of absence rn to heal

- yeah I figured cause the British accent was so fake sounding

- ok bobby and Athena hintsss

- ABBY WAS IN THE OLYMPICS?!! AND NOBODY TOLD MEEEE. Ugh Abigail Clark you can do no wrong

- Bobbert, who are you getting all cute for sir??? Oh dear. Someone take this camera away from him. Chimney he’s watching porn at WORK!

- hen don’t project your cheating nonsense onto this please

- OMG THE CATFISH EPISODE! Oh yeah everyone just thought he was cheating, omg these buncha HATERS! Nobody would ever cheat on Abby bc she is perfect

- did black people write this? Why would May get twists when her hairs silk pressed? Anyways

- hello mean gay husband, your eyes are such a light brown wow.

- why are these people so chill about cheating. Hen you don’t need to have an existential crisis, just apologize and admit you did something bad

- ABBY! How are you doing girl? Oh she’s gonna travel lots to kinda fulfill her mom’s dream too? SHES BACK TO WORK- Abigail is that healthy?

- this is such a terrifying situation fr like he coulda gotten dissected! This guys’ a freak… but he’s kinda cute

- hi Karen, I’m tired of this too girl. “I love you biiiiitch, I ain’t never gon stop loving you biiitch” ass confrontation

- ABBY! Omg these main character situations are stressing my girl OUT, poor girl. Oh and these women need to stop hurting buck, like I get why but Jesus

- oh fuckkk, being ripped in half is crazy. Oh shitttttt, yeah this is a tough one. The way Bobby’s crawling is so much, he like collapsed in on himself

- ok Athena and bobby moment! OK ATHENA AND BOBBY MOMENT???

- Ayo rebar, bucks so mad wow valid. Chimney is being kind of a jerk, why’s everyone in this house so cool w/ cheating????

- does buck not know what an ip address is

- BOBBY TOOK ATHENA TO CHURCH FOR THE FIRSY DATE??? LITERALLY AND NOT EUPHAMISTICALLY?? Is he well? Not Athena being into this shit puh LEASE

- buck close your damn mouth there are MAGGOTS in the windows. Is buck gonna fight this coroner? Oh ok. Gross. Yeah fuck you coroner guy

- chimney I understand you on a spiritual level

- Abby I understand if this was all too much and you need to break up with buck bc you’d be so valid. Aw man. WAIT SHES LEAVING YES DUBLIN

- I’m realizing that the amount I like Abby might be making me dislike buck a little bit lmao, like that’s MY girlfriend sir

- Abby I will mourn your time on this show

- you know abby gets credit for buck 2.0 or whatever, but buck helped Abby change for the better in a lot of ways too. I don’t think she would have learned to prioritizeherself like this without him

- BOBBY AND ATHENA DATE YIPPEE

- Abby please don’t narrate us out worth Florence and the machine playing rn

- Karen… well I know this doesn’t affect anything again ever so whatever

- so glad chimneys gonna get railed

- ABBY DONT GO, TAKE ME WITH YOU!! WHERES THE ABBY TRAVELLING CRIMFIGHTING SUPERHERO SPIN-OFF! NO GOD WHY DONT TAKE HER AWAY FROM ME WHYYY TAKE BUCK INSTEAD

- can’t even be happy about the bobby and Athena date because I’m crying so hard.

- that was a lie, Athena you look HOT! Bobby, wear tighter pants

- ABBY NOOO, DONT PLAY THE LINE GOING OFF NOOOO and we won’t see her ever again, this city can’t survive without Batman

This episode was fine, but they should’ve focused more on Abby, I think they were trying to do a gentle perspective switch to be more in Bucks pov to really prepare us for her leaving, but i needed to see more of my queen to prepare for her leaving. She didn’t even say bye to Athena! Ig it was a fine conclusion for the first season tho, I’ll collect all my thoughts on this season later after I finish mourning

[rhettabbotts]

okay leah i apologize in advance for the long commentary but oh my GOD. this fic was everything i needed and so much more. everything about it was so undeniably perfect. i am always so in awe of your talent and i feel like you reached into my brain and created the most perfect rhett. and dedicating it to me🥹 we are going to kiss rn.

okay SO!!!!

Rhett Abbott was a very powerful man. You couldn’t fully wrap your mind around just how powerful he was. It was something he never discussed with you, insisting that he didn’t want his demons tainting you. 

THIS!!!! THISSSSS!!!!! the thought of rhett being so powerful is so sexy to me like he could bring anyone to their knees 😵‍💫

Tall and broad, tan Stetson balanced atop his head. A pair of worn Levi’s with a white T-shirt on top. He was the most beautiful man you’d ever seen. 

it’s purring!!! nothing sexier than a man in a white tshirt and jeans. i know it’s so simple but it does so much for me and my mouth was watering imagining this.

Rhett growled, and suddenly, he had Luke by the collar. “Clean up the fuckin’ mess!” He barked. Then he slammed the man back down into his seat.

GET HIM DADDY GET HIM!!!!

“I could. I know I don’t look like much, but I got some money. Got a place out west. Lots of land, horses, cattle. Nice house with a swimmin’ pool in the back. But the thing is…it’s real empty. It ain’t fit for a lonely old cowboy. But it could be a home, with you in it.”

the way i wouldn’t even hesitate to say yes. this made me giggle and kick my feet like this is my dream life fr.

From that moment on, you became Rhett Abbott’s little darlin’, and everything changed.

I WANNA BE HIS LITTLE DARLIN’ PLEASE PLEASE

“This here’s my girlfriend,” he introduced you. 

once again…. giggling like an idiot this forty-five year old man saying the word girlfriend just gets me so giddy

“I love you, you hear me, girl? I’ll love you ‘til the day I die.”

i need this line tattooed on me. like i teared up a little HES SUCH A SIMP I LOVE IT

Beside you, Rhett was still sleeping peacefully, the sheets slung loosely over his naked hip, his silver hair mussed against the pillow. 

the silver hair 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 lord knows what that does for me.

You smiled, lifting your head to take in the sight of your husband. He was dressed only in the white underwear he’d worn to bed, and you couldn’t help but let your eyes wander brazenly, drifting toward his crotch.

OLD MAN RHETT TIGHTY WHITIES SUPREMACY!!!!! FINALLY SOME TIGHTY WHITIE REPRESENTATION

He snorted in laughter. “Oh I’m sorry, I forgot who I was dealin’ with. My wife loves old men.”

it’s me i’m the wife!!!!

“You wan’ do it by yourself or do ya need Daddy’s help?” “I wanna try to do it by myself first.” “Alright then, go ahead. Take what y’ need.”

this. this right here had me squealing jesus christ!!! letting you try it yourself already knowing it’s going to be too much for you 😵‍💫

“Already?” He cooed. “I thought for sure you’d last longer. You’re just a pathetic little thing, ain’t ya? Need Daddy’s help with everything.”

I DO NEED DADDY’S HELP I DO!!!!

“No! I can take it, promise! I’m a big girl!” “Are you? And here I was under the impression that y’ were just a little thing.”

size kink going brrrrr right now. there’s just something sooooo unbelievably hot about rhett calling you a little thing 😵‍💫

“What is it, huh darlin’? What’s my baby need?” Suddenly his fingers were at your aching clit, rubbing short, sharp circles, and you jolted against him like a live wire, pussy clamping around him. “Oh, that’s what you needed. Poor thing, Daddy was neglecting that sweet little clit. I’m sorry.” 

A SICK AND TWISTED MAN!!!!

“Gon’ fill your pretty pussy up. Want you to take it all like my good little darlin’.”

i had to take a minute to scream into my pillow after this part. no lie.

Rhett truly was your saving grace. The yin to your yang. The moon to your stars. He was your million dollar man, and you wouldn’t trade him, or his love, for anything else in the world. 

don’t mind me i’m just sitting here with tears running down my face. THE MOST BEAUTIFUL PERFECT GORGEOUS AMAZING FIC IVE EVER READ NO EXAGGERATION.

million dollar man | rhett abbott

description: in which a mysterious, silver-haired cowboy rescues a young waitress who’s down on her luck

listen to the spotify playlist here!

warnings: 18+ ONLY, age gap (rhett is in his mid 40s, reader is in their 20s), mentions of sex work, workplace harassment, financial troubles, a little ageism, smoking, unprotected p in v sex, daddy kink, dom/sub dynamic, degradation, overstimulation, squirting, begging, choking, creampie, i think that's it?

pairing: rhett abbott x f!reader

notes: this is one of my longest stories to date. it started out as a simple smut scene and then it turned into an entire backstory. rhett has gray hair in this because i said so. i'm also dedicating this to my fellow old man fucker in arms, @rhettabbotts <3

It was late July. The air was hot and sticky, but the crystal water of the swimming pool was cool on your exposed skin as you sank down into its depths. 

You couldn’t help but let out a long, blissed-out sigh, your eyes drifting shut at the feeling of the ripples washing over you. You couldn’t remember a time in your entire life when you’d felt this relaxed and at ease. Not a care in the world, floating through the water as if you were suspended in a dream. 

And you were, really. A dream that had been made a reality by the man sitting just a few feet away from you, cigarette smoke swirling around him like a halo as the sunlight illuminated his figure, making him appear like an angel. And as far as you were concerned, he was just that: an angel. One who had saved your very life. 

Rhett Abbott was a very powerful man. You couldn’t fully wrap your mind around just how powerful he was. It was something he never discussed with you, insisting that he didn’t want his demons tainting you. 

While he had always been nothing but loving and kind to you, you had witnessed the ruthless side of him a few times, namely when he’d rescued you from your old life. 

Rhett had come rolling into town in his Silverado, just passing through, and he met you at the hole-in-the-wall diner you waitressed at. You’d never forget seeing him for the first time. Tall and broad, tan Stetson balanced atop his head. A pair of worn Levi’s with a white T-shirt on top. He was the most beautiful man you’d ever seen. 

He took his hat off as he took a seat at the counter, revealing a head of graying hair that sent your heart quickening in your chest. Then he smiled at you. You shyly offered him a menu, but he shook his head. “I’ll jus’ have a black coffee, ‘n two eggs, over easy. Toast, bacon, whatever you put on your usual breakfast plates. Please and thank ya.”

His voice caught your attention. Deep and low in his throat, lilted with an accent you couldn’t quite place. But it was clear he was from out west, that much you could tell. 

“Of course! Anything else?” You asked as you scribbled his order down on your pad. 

He considered it for a moment and then he said, “Some jam for the toast, if it ain’t a bother.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his politeness, despite his rough exterior. His shining blue eyes were gentle as they regarded you, and you found yourself distracted by them. You’d never seen eyes so blue. They looked like the ocean. You’d never been, but you’d seen pictures of water that was so blue it was breathtaking. His eyes were even prettier than that. 

“C-comin’ right up,” you finally responded, realizing you were allowing your mind to wander. 

You turned and put your order in with the cook before you quickly moved to pour a cup of coffee. Everything was going just fine until you turned and miss-stepped, sending yourself careening forward. To your utter horror, the mug of coffee slipped from your hands and hit the counter, splashing all over the man, effectively staining his white shirt. 

You gasped sharply, steadying yourself before your hand shot up to cover your mouth. “Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry! Are you alright?! Did it burn you?!” You were shifting into a panic, scrambling to grab a handful of bar towels you kept behind the counter. You rushed around, intending to help the man clean up the mess. 

You were so wrapped up in your panic that you didn’t realize that he wasn’t angry with you at all. You were simply so used to customers, and your manager, being rude to you that you just expected a hostile reaction. 

But just as you approached him, he slowly stood, and suddenly, a pair of steady hands were resting over top of your own. You looked up in surprise, only to find those crystal blues gazing steadily down at you. 

“Hey now, don’t fret none, it was just an accident,” he assured you, and the deep velvet of his voice calmed you instantly, bringing you back to yourself, renewing your focus. 

You stared at him in confusion. “I just spilled hot coffee on you, and you aren’t angry?”

He shook his head, gently taking the bar towels from you to dab at the stain himself. “Ain’t no use gettin’ angry over somethin’ you didn’t do on purpose. I got plenty more of these white shirts where this one came from. And I’ve had worse injuries than a measly little burn from some hot coffee. I’m fine. Promise.” 

You let out a sigh of relief, your tense shoulders falling relaxed. “Oh, thank goodness. I really am sorry, though. I’m so clumsy.”

He moved to wipe up the mess from the counter, completely unbothered by it. But he was bothered, however, by the implications of your response. “You have people get angry at you often?” He asked. 

You paused, considering your answer. “Well…some of the men that come in here aren’t very nice. Cranky truckers and whatnot. If you make a mistake they tend to get pissed and take it out on you. And my…” you glanced around to make sure no one was listening, “boss, he’s not the nicest guy out there. He says I’m too clumsy for my own good.”

Something flashed in those blue eyes. You swore they darkened a shade. “Huh. Well, they’re all fuckin’ assholes. You’re just doin’ your job.”

You were floored by his behavior. You’d expected him to insult you for your mistake, to call you some degrading name, like you’d been called so many times before. But instead, he’d offered you kindness and understanding. 

“Thank you,” you earnestly replied. 

He shrugged, taking a seat again on the stool he’d previously been perched upon. “‘s basic human decency to be nice to your fuckin’ waitress. ‘specially when she might have half a mind to spit in your food if you treat her like shit,” he said with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. 

You couldn’t help but smile at that, finally turning to gather up the coffee-stained towels and rounding the counter again. As you tossed the towels in a bucket nearby so you could wash them later, the cowboy leaned forward, still eyeing you. 

“I’m Rhett, by the way,” he informed you. 

You shyly gave him your name in return. “It’s nice to meet you,” you said. 

“Likewise,” he echoed. His exterior seemed so rough. There was a tattoo of a steer skull inked into the skin of his left forearm. His face was fixed with hard lines, and although he still appeared youthful, you could tell he was older. Mid to late forties, if you had to guess. His eyes held untold stories, things he’d experienced that had turned him into the rough man he was today. But his exterior was misleading, because behind it, he was warm and kind. 

You didn’t know it then, but this was the start of something bigger than you ever could have imagined. This man, with his ocean-blue eyes and velvet voice, would soon become your knight in shining armor. 

Until then, the spell between you was quickly broken when you heard “Order up!” which caused you to jump in surprise. 

You giggled softly at your own jitteriness, and quickly turned to retrieve Rhett’s food from the serving window, thanking Anton, the cook, as you did so. “Here you go! Need anything else?”

“Just a coffee refill,” he replied with a knowing smile. 

“Oh! Of course! Sorry, I got so distracted!” You exclaimed in embarrassment as you hurried to pour him another cup of coffee, this time making sure not to spill it on him. 

“Thank y’ kindly,” Rhett said. 

“You’re welcome. Let me know if you need anything else!” 

You busied yourself with sorting clean coffee mugs back into their respective stacks, all while Rhett tucked into his food. You found yourself wanting to speak to him further, to ask him questions about himself, but you were afraid of being a bother, and you were afraid you were misreading his kindness as an invitation to talk to him. 

He’s just being nice, you thought. He doesn’t actually want to talk to me. 

Besides, your boss, Martin, was just in the back. If he saw you bothering a customer he’d flip his lid and use it as an excuse to yell at you. It didn’t take much to piss him off, and for whatever reason, he seemed to particularly have it out for you. The least he was involved, the better. 

Some might question why you kept this job if you were being mistreated by your boss. The fact of the matter was, you had no choice. You were desperately trying to keep up with your living expenses and rent to avoid being evicted from your home. You were severely behind on your utility bills, to the point where the city was going to start shutting things off if you didn’t pay up. 

You were living paycheck to paycheck, barely staying afloat. This waitressing job was the only one you could get in this tiny town, and you didn’t have the time or resources to go hunting for a better-paying job. This was your lot in life, and you were trying to make due. However, you weren’t sure how much longer you could go on. 

You tried your best to keep your head down and do your job, but with the way your boss behaved, and the way this town seemed to have it out for you, it was difficult. You seemed to have garnered a reputation, and you weren’t quite sure how it had started. You heard the way people talked about you when they thought you weren’t listening. Whispers of what you got up to after the sun went down. Accepting money from men in return for sexual acts. 

The truth was, you were not involved in sex work. The only thing you could think might have started the rumor was the fact that Luke Jones, the sheriff’s one and only deputy, had propositioned you for sex once, and when you turned him down, he went off the rails and berated you in front of the whole diner. He must have decided to spread rumors about you behind your back, which had done great harm to your image, and changed the way people treated you. If the cops said you were bad news, everyone believed them, 

You hated this tiny, conservative Christian town, but you were trapped with no escape. 

Rhett Abbott was the first person who’d been genuinely kind to you in a long time. There was no judgment in his eyes as he looked upon you. Not even after you’d embarrassed yourself and spilled his coffee. It made your heart warm in your chest, and you decided that maybe this work shift wasn’t so bad after all. 

Then he was asking you for a coffee refill and you were trying to hide your smile as you turned to grab the well-used coffee pot.

“Thanks,” he said with a nod and a crooked smile. It made your knees weak. 

But the spell between you was soon broken by the sound of your name being gruffly spoken. You jumped, nearly spilling the coffee you were still holding. Rhett watched you, his eyes narrowing as you scrambled to put the carafe back in its place and rush to the back. 

There was a man back there, and just by the time of his voice, Rhett could tell he was no good. He put two and two together and realized the man was your boss, who you’d already mentioned having a short fuse. 

Rhett was a lot of things. He’d committed acts he wasn’t proud of. He had many enemies. There were those who would pay money to see him dead. But one thing he was not, was an abuser. He didn’t mistreat people just for the hell of it. And just from interacting with you, and seeing the way you reacted when you spilled his coffee, he could tell you had suffered a lifetime of mistreatment. 

And that was when he found himself considering something he never thought he’d do. Maybe he was crazy. Maybe he’d been bashed in the head one too many times. Either way, he wondered if you would let him take you away from all of it. 

He wasn’t sure why he was so enamored by you. He’d only just met you, and if he offered to take you away right then and there, he was sure you would say no. So he didn’t say anything. But he decided that he was going to remain in this godforsaken town a few more nights, just to see how things played out. 

He hadn’t done much good in his life, but if he could rescue you from your unfortunate circumstances, maybe it would make up for all the years of sin and wickedness. Maybe he could do right by you. Give you the life you deserved, protect you from harm, give you freedom. 

Until then, he wouldn’t jump the gun. He would wait patiently, and swoop in when you needed him to. Although, now seemed like a pretty good time to do that. He could hear your boss shouting, and it sent heat boiling beneath his skin. 

But he resisted the urge to go back there and tear the man apart. He didn’t want to scare you, and such a reaction would be overkill, especially when he’d only known you all of forty-five minutes. 

A few minutes later, you came back to the front, very obviously trying to make it look like you hadn’t been crying. At that point, Rhett had finished his food, and when you saw it, you quietly spoke to him. 

“All ready to finish and pay?” You asked, avoiding eye contact. 

Rhett leaned forward over the counter, lowering his voice. “Shouldn't let ‘im treat you that way.”

You paused, a fresh wave of tears welling in your eyes. You managed to lift your gaze to his, your bottom lip quivering. “I have no choice. It’s either work this job, or end up on the street.”

I could take you away from all this. Those were the words on the top of his tongue. But he refrained. Now wasn’t the time. “Yeah, well, he’s a goddamned prick. Y’ deserve better.”

You stared at him for a moment, your heart aching in your chest. His kindness and understanding were unfathomable to you. Why on earth was he being so nice? And that’s when your brain threw a negative thought at you that made everything come to a screeching halt. What if he was only being kind because he wanted something? He didn’t seem like a creep, and he hadn’t made you feel uncomfortable in the slightest. But what if he was just good at hiding it?

“Why are you being so nice to me?” The words came out before you could stop yourself. 

Rhett leaned back in his seat, grabbing his Stetson before he rose to stand. “Because you look like you could use some kindness. And I don’t believe in mistreatin’ service workers just for the hell of it.”

He dug out his wallet and tossed a $100 bill onto the counter, which more than covered his measly $10 meal charge. Your eyes went wide, and you looked up at him just as he placed his hat on his head. “Keep the change. Buy yourself somethin’ nice.”

Then he was gone, leaving you flabbergasted in the middle of the diner. “Ninety fuckin’ dollars,” you whispered to yourself in amazement, referring to your tip. You snatched the bill off the counter and quickly rang it up, placing the money beneath the cash tray to be put in the safe later, and taking out $90 in cash for yourself. He told you to keep it, so that was what you were going to do. 

You thought that night would be the last time you ever saw Rhett Abbott. Thought that he appeared like one of those guardian angels you’d heard people talk about, just to give you a little help along the way, before disappearing into thin air.

But the very next night, he walked through the door of the diner again, and your heart began to race in your chest. He was real. Flesh and blood, standing right in front of you. 

He looked just as good as he had the previous night. Except this time, he’d ditched his coffee-stained white shirt in favor of a blue button down, tucked into his jeans with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows to show off his strong forearms, that steer tattoo still on display. 

He took his hat off and sat at the bar, and he gave you that crooked smile of his. It made your knees weak, and you set down the stack of plates you were carrying just so you didn’t drop them. 

The diner had a few customers that night, so you couldn’t focus all of your attention solely on him. Nor could you talk freely, for fear of other patrons overhearing. 

But he was still as charming as ever. “Hey,” he said with a twinkle in his eye, “miss me?”

Actually, yes. “I thought you were just passing through,” you said. 

He shrugged, resting his elbows on the counter. “Changed my mind.” He held eye contact with you, and it made your heart race. 

You shook off your dazed expression and whipped out your order pad. “What’ll you have?”

“How’s your French toast?” He asked. So he was a big fan of breakfast for dinner, it seemed. 

You shrugged. “It’s pretty good. I’d recommend the pancakes though, Anton makes the batter from scratch and they’re fluffier than a cloud.”

Rhett’s smile grew wider. “Alright then, I’ll have a stack of ‘em. With a couple of scrambled eggs this time. And black coffee.”

You couldn’t help but smile in return. “Sure thing. And I’ll try not to spill the coffee on you this time.”

That smile turned into a grin. “Thanks, ‘preciate it.”

That was, unfortunately, as far as your interaction went. You handed him his coffee and then got whisked away to serve food to other customers. A family of five walked in, and seeing as how you were the only waitress on the current shift, you had to take care of them. 

Rhett noticed this, and his brow furrowed. It was hardly fair that you had to do all of this by yourself. Where were the other waitresses?

When you made your way back to the counter to grab his order and hand it to him, he stopped you with a question. “You’re doin’ all this by yourself? Where’s your help?”

You grimaced. “There’s usually only two of us working at night but the other girl has been sick in the hospital so she’s called off a few nights in a row. My boss won’t hire anyone else either so it’s all on me.”

“The more you tell me bout that son’bitch, the more I don’t like him,” Rhett grumbled. 

You shrugged. “Just somethin’ I gotta deal with. You need anything else?”

He wanted to continue the conversation, but he didn’t want to keep you from your work and get you in trouble, so he simply requested some pancake syrup and let you get back to your duties. 

That night, as he left the diner, he gave you another large tip, and you cried over it, not understanding why he would do such a thing. In this place, you were lucky to even get a dollar or two as a tip. 

After those first two nights, Rhett quickly became a regular. Each night he’d walk through the doors, take a seat at the counter, and order breakfast for dinner. And each night, you’d talk to him, and find yourself growing more and more enamored with him with each passing hour. He continued to leave large tips, and it made you think that he had to be rich. No one could afford to throw money around like that. 

But it didn’t feel appropriate to ask him about his money, so you kept your questions to yourself. You fell into a routine of expecting his presence every night, and appreciating those generous tips.

The entire time, however, Rhett was watching you, and he noticed a few things. Of course, there was the way your boss treated you. But he also noticed how some of the customers treated you. They were impatient and short with you, and it only served to make you more frazzled, resulting in a few mistakes on your part. 

You would always apologize profusely and come back to the counter holding back tears. It sent the heat of anger blossoming through Rhett’s chest. He couldn’t stand to watch this much longer. And thankfully, he didn’t, because his opportunity to give you a better life came one night when the diner was particularly busy. 

A group of younger men, one of which wore a deputy’s uniform, were picking on you. They would make comments each time you tended to their table, and Rhett caught wind of every word. Their behavior filled him with such rage that he took his hand off of his coffee cup, for fear that he would crush it in his own grasp, just from his anger. 

He was tempted to step in, but he waited. The next time you walked up to the counter, he caught you. “I can take care of them assholes for ya,” he offered. 

“What?” You asked, unsure of what ‘take care of’ meant in this context. 

“Teach ‘em how to be respectful. ‘Cause they sure as hell ain’t respectin’ you right now. ‘Specially that fuckin’ cop.”

“Oh, no, it’s okay. They’re just playing around. Don’t pay attention to them,” you brushed it off. But he could tell it was bothering you. 

The final straw happened when you walked back over to their table, and one of them stuck out his leg and purposely tripped you. You let out a yelp of surprise and went down. Thankfully, you were only carrying a pitcher of water, but the water went everywhere, including all over your white top. 

Quick as a flash, Rhett Abbott stood up. “Enough!” His voice boomed through the diner, and everyone went dead silent, including the boys who’d been picking on you. 

The cowboy approached the table, kneeling to reach for your hands. He locked eyes with you and calmly asked, “You okay?”

When you nodded, he pulled you to your feet, and without hesitation, he shrugged out of his denim jacket and put it around your shoulders so no one would be able to see through your wet shirt.

“Go outside,” he said to you. 

“But-”

His piercing eyes caught your gaze. “Go. Trust me.”

And you did. Maybe you were foolish for it, listening to this man you’d only known for the better part of a week. But when Rhett told you to trust him, you somehow knew you could. You hugged his jacket to your body and you walked out of the building and into the cool night. 

Back inside, Rhett was seething. He stared at the group of men, and without a word, he reached across the table and grabbed the napkin canister, yanking the top off and dumping the stack of napkins into the lap of the deputy. “Clean up the mess,” Rhett gruffed. 

The boys snickered. “Not my fault this place has clumsy waitresses,” Luke, the deputy, said. 

Rhett growled, and suddenly, he had Luke by the collar. “Clean up the fuckin’ mess!” He barked. Then he slammed the man back down into his seat.

“Hey!” Luke exclaimed, jumping back out of his seat as Rhett marched back to the counter to grab his hat. “You realize you just assaulted an officer of the law?!”

Rhett remained silent as he fished out his wallet and pulled out a single $10 bill, slamming it down on the counter. Then he turned, his eyes dark and stormy. 

“I don’t give a shit. Next time, I’ll do a lot worse.” Then he put his hat on his head and sauntered outside. 

He found you leaning against the outside wall, and when you saw him, you wiped at your cheeks, trying to hide the tears. He sighed softly, boots crunching against gravel as he neared you. 

“Thanks for that,” you whispered. 

“Mm,” he hummed in response. You were both quiet for a few moments before he spoke again. “Listen, maybe I’m bein’ too forward, maybe I’m fuckin’ crazy, but what if I said I could take you away from all this?”

You looked at him, your brow furrowed in confusion. He was as serious as could be. “What?”

“I could. I know I don’t look like much, but I got some money. Got a place out west. Lots of land, horses, cattle. Nice house with a swimmin’ pool in the back. But the thing is…it’s real empty. It ain’t fit for a lonely old cowboy. But it could be a home, with you in it.”

Your eyes widened. There was no way this was real. There had to be a catch. Maybe you were dreaming. Yeah, that was it. This was a dream and you’d wake up any minute, curled up on your broken-down old mattress in your tiny, ill-repaired house. 

“I’ll let you sleep on it, if ya need. But I’m tellin’ you right now, you deserve better than this town. It’s like fuckin’ quicksand, it’ll suck you in and you’ll never get out. Believe me, I know.”

“Why?” You asked. “Why would you do this for me?”

Rhett shrugged. “Because I can see you need help, and I have the means to give it to ya.”

You stood there, speechless, your eyes wide and watery. “This isn’t real,” you whispered. “You’re just a dream and I’m gonna wake up soon and you’ll be gone.”

“Ain’t no dream, sugar. I’m real and I’m offerin’ you a fresh start. Don’t need to give me an answer right now, you can think about it, but-”

To hell with it. “Yes,” you cut him off. 

His brows raised. He hadn’t expected you to say yes so quickly. Before he could speak again, you continued. 

“Why the hell not? I’ve got nothing going for me here. I’m gonna die in this Podunk town if I don’t get out right now. So yes, I’ll go with you.”

Rhett tilted his head, caging his bottom lip between his teeth. “Alright then. We can leave tomorrow if y’ want. My place is in Wyoming, it’s gon’ be a long drive.”

You wondered what he was doing so far away from his home state. And in the back of your mind, you knew this was potentially the most foolish decision you’d ever made. What if he was a serial killer who was going to dump your body in some ravine somewhere? But as you looked into the kindness of his deep blue eyes, you knew that those fears were all in vain. This man was not here to harm you. He was here to rescue you. 

So you took a headfirst leap of faith and let him. 

That very same night, you walked back into that diner, tossed your apron onto your boss’s desk, and told him, “I fuckin’ quit.”

You ignored his overdramatic pleading, tuning him out when he shouted after you. You left it all behind and came back outside where Rhett was waiting, smoking a cigarette. When he saw you, he stamped out the cigarette and pushed off of his truck, which he’d been leaning on. 

“Well?” He asked. 

“I quit. Maybe I’m stupid for doing this, but I trust you, and I’ll go wherever you wanna take me.”

And that’s how it all started. 

He took you back home that night, insisting upon it after you told him you’d been walking to work to avoid the cost of gas and car maintenance. 

His truck smelled like him. The faint scent of cherry tobacco, and a cologne that smelled like vetiver and cedar. It was strangely comforting and you found yourself at ease wrapped up in his scent. 

When he pulled up outside your shabby little house with its unkempt lawn, you felt a little embarrassed about your living situation. But if he judged you for it, he made no indication. 

“Pack what’s most important to ya. I can have a moving company come and pack up the rest and ship it to my place.”

You hesitated before you climbed out of the truck, reality finally hitting you in the face. “Rhett…you should know I’m sort of…in trouble. I owe money. I’ve got overdue bills, and people I borrowed money from. If I skip town I’ll be in big trouble.”

Rhett gazed at you, and the yellowish light cast from a nearby street lamp made his eyes look dark, almost brown. “Don’t worry about all that.”

“But-”

“I said I’d take ya away from all this. I mean it. You come with me, and you won’t have to worry about anythin’ ever again. I can promise you that.”

“I can’t ask you to take care of my problems for me.”

“You aren’t askin’ me to. I want to.”

You stared at him in disbelief. There was no way this was real. But your heart was telling you to trust him. If he said he would take care of things, then he would. 

“Okay,” you relented. 

“Alright then. I’ll see ya tomorrow mornin’, around 7 if that’s okay with you.”

You nodded. “Yeah, it’s okay. I’ll see you then.”

Then you slipped out of his truck and slammed the door shut behind you. He waited in your driveway to see to it that you got safely into the house before he finally pulled away.

Once you were inside, you pushed the front door shut and leaned back against it, reeling from what had taken place in the last few hours. Had you really just agreed to run off with this man? Were you crazy? Had you gone completely bonkers? Maybe, but strangely enough, you also had a sense of peace. Somehow you knew this was the right decision. 

So you set about packing a duffel bag with your necessities, and by the time morning came, you were waiting out on your front step for Rhett to arrive. 

He pulled up at 7 o’clock on the dot, and he climbed out of the truck to greet you. “Mornin’.” His kind smile sent a fuzzy warmth rushing through you, as if you’d just sipped a glass of bubbly champagne. 

“Morning,” came your response. He graciously took your bag from you and placed it into the bed of his truck. Then he opened the passenger door for you, and you climbed into the confines of the vehicle. 

“Y’ hungry?” He asked after he’d settled into his side. 

As if on cue, your stomach rumbled, and you gave him a sheepish look. “I haven’t eaten yet.”

“I’ll fix that.” He pulled out of your driveway and headed into town, there he stopped at Royal Donut, the local donut shop. He took you inside and let you choose whatever donuts you wanted. You walked out of that shop with a dozen assorted favorites, cups of coffee, and some other bakery items. 

It was more than you could ever eat, but Rhett spared no expense. And as he drove, you happily ate your fill of donuts, a treat that you never bought yourself. He seemed pleased that you were enjoying the sweet treats. 

And thus began your trip to Wyoming with a mysterious, silver-haired cowboy. 

The further away you got from that shitty town, the more at ease you felt. You relaxed into the leather seat of Rhett’s Silverado, and you let yourself forget about your problems for just a little while. 

You found Rhett incredibly easy to talk to. He had this way about him that made you want to talk to him. You wanted to know more about this man who’d walked into your life and whisked you away. This was the kind of thing that only happened in movies and storybooks. It didn’t happen to small-town girls who led flat, broke-down lives. 

And yet, there he was, driving with one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting atop the gearshift, looking like a dream with his hair haphazardly brushed back with his fingers, wearing a simple black t-shirt and jeans, with an ornate belt fastened around his waist. 

There was a pair of black cowboy boots on his feet. You never thought you’d find such a thing attractive, but you did. He was every bit a cowboy as you could have imagined. Open pack of Marlboros in the cup holder. Pistol in the glove compartment. Dreamcatcher hanging from the rearview mirror. 

He told you the dreamcatcher was given to him by an old friend named Joy Hawk. “She passed a few years ago. Every time I look at it I think of her.”

You admired the colorful beads, watching as the feathers fluttered from the air conditioning. Someday, you would find that same dreamcatcher beside your bed, because Rhett noticed you admiring it so much that he decided you should have it. But until then, it would remain dangling upon his rearview. 

During that lengthy road trip, you talked about anything and everything. You revealed some details about your life and explained why you had a negative reputation, of sorts, within your town. 

“You mean that fuckin’ asshole that tripped you spread rumors that you were tradin’ sex for money?” He clarified, his hand tightening on the steering wheel. 

“I-I think so. That’s the only reason I can think the rumor even got started. His pride was hurt when i said I wouldn’t sleep with him.”

Rhett ran his tongue over his teeth, breathing in deeply. “I shoulda beat his ass like I wanted to. Fucker deserves it.”

You shook your head. “What you did last night was more than enough. Besides, I wouldn’t want you to get arrested on account of you defending me. I’d feel so bad,” you said. 

“I wouldn’t’ve gotten arrested. And even if I did, they’d let me go after I made a phone call.”

You looked at him curiously. “Why? You famous or something?”

“Not really. Won a couple bull ridin’ circuits. Own a cattle ranch. I just have good connections. And a good lawyer.”

Something about his answer made you think he was being modest. With the way he threw money around so freely, and the way he was dressed, you knew he was more wealthy and powerful than he was letting on. But you chose not to question it further. If he wanted you to know more, he’d tell you. 

Instead of talking about his status, he changed the subject. He talked about his family, and how rocky his relationship was with them. 

“It all fell apart when I was in my early 30s. Found out my wife was cheatin’ on me with my brother.”

Your jaw dropped at his revelation. “Oh my gosh. With your own brother?! That’s awful. I’m so sorry.”

He shrugged. “I got over it. But it took me a while. I spiraled pretty hard after it. Did some shit I ain’t proud of, all because I was angry. But that was a long time ago. I’m in a better place now.”

“You never remarried?”

“Nah. Just never found anyone I wanted to settle down with. Maria, my ex-wife, tried to rekindle things but I never could look her in the eye again after what she did. So I just put all my focus into buildin’ a life for myself. Rode in a few rodeos. Built a house. Been runnin’ a cattle business for the last decade. Haven’t had time for anyone special.”

“Except for me,” you quietly murmured. 

He smirked, nodding in agreement. “Except for you, little darlin’.” Then he paused. “‘s alright if I call ya that?”

“Yeah. I like the sound of it.”

From that moment on, you became Rhett Abbott’s little darlin’, and everything changed. You wondered what made you special. What made him decide, fifteen years after his marriage went down the drain, to open his arms to someone else? 

You’d never understand, but you didn’t have to. Rhett had pulled you from the miry pit you’d been sinking into, and you would be forever grateful to him for it. You didn’t know it yet, but he would soon lavish you with everything you could ever want or need. He would provide for you beyond your wildest dreams, and you would wake up every day and thank your lucky stars that he had walked into that shitty hole-in-the-wall diner and swept you off your feet. 

Now you were on your way out west to his big ranch to start a new life. You had no idea how he was going to work out all the details. There were still so many loose ends you had to tie up in your personal life. To anyone else, this decision probably seemed like the most foolish decision you could’ve possibly made. But to you, it felt like fate, so you decided to take it as such. 

Instead of worrying about those things, you allowed yourself to be in the moment, getting to know Rhett during all those hours in the truck together. He got you whatever you wanted to eat along the way. Fries, milkshakes, your favorite treats. You felt a little bad that he was spending money on you, but at the same time, it felt nice to be spoiled, so you allowed yourself to bask in it. 

The trip took twelve hours in total, and toward the end, you fell asleep with your head resting against the window. A few hours later, you woke with a start when you felt the truck pulling to a stop. 

“Shh, you’re alright,” Rhett’s low cadence filled your ears. “Just pullin’ into the drive.”

Suddenly, you were very much awake as you realized what you were looking at. You’d finally arrived, and although it was dark, you could see that the property was large. And the house you were approaching was bigger than you could’ve imagined. 

Your eyes went wide. So he was rich, rich. 

You were essentially speechless as you climbed out of the truck and followed Rhett to the front door. There was a motion light that had turned on as soon as he pulled the truck to a stop, illuminating the front of the large house. It was designed to look like a rustic cabin, but much bigger. Wood beams framed the expansive porch. Even the front door was wooden. A few rocking chairs decorated the porch. Green fern plants hung from the ceiling, creating a whimsical feel.

You weren’t sure what you were expecting his home to look like, but this exceeded your wildest expectations. You drank everything in as he took you inside, standing there dumbly in the entryway as he reached over and flipped several light switches on one switchplate, illuminating the front of the home.

An entry area with a plush rug stretched out before you. It opened up into the main living room, which was furnished with two leather couches, some comfortable-looking overstuffed chairs, a bearskin rug, a custom coffee table, and so many more odds and ends that made it feel like a home. 

“Whoa,” you whispered to yourself in amazement. Your own home looked like a tattered shoebox compared to this. “How is this real?”

Rhett smiled at your wonder. “It’s real. Built it myself.”

Your eyes went wide as saucers. “You built this?!”

“Not by myself, I had a lotta help, but yeah. C’mon, let me show you where you’re gon’ be stayin’. I’ll give ya a tour tomorrow, I’m sure you’re wiped out and want some sleep.”

You were in fact wide awake, but you let him lead you up to your room anyway. You followed up up the wide, wooden staircase and up to an open hallway, complete with wooden banisters. It overlooked the main floor of the house and gave you an idea of just how big the place really was.

On your way down the hallway, you passed a few different rooms, and you noticed that one had a nameplate on it with the name Amy etched into it. You wondered if it was too forward to ask him about it, but the words were out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. 

“Who’s Amy?” You asked as you trailed after the man.

He glanced back at you. “Amy’s my niece. She don’t stay here much anymore, she’s grown, and she’s off backpackin’ through the Appalachian Trail with her wife, last I heard. I just kept her room the way it was in case she ever needs to stay with me.”

You nodded in understanding, and you wondered if she was the daughter of the brother that Rhett’s wife had cheated on him with, but you didn’t ask any more questions. You already felt like you were imposing enough as it was, and you felt it was rude to interrogate this man who’d just invited you into his home out of the goodness of his heart.

You didn’t have time to continue your questions anyway, because Rhett stopped at the end of the hall and opened the door to another bedroom, motioning for you to step inside. The first thing you noticed was its coziness, with a large, plush rug covering most of the floor. The bed was queen-sized, set inside a bedframe made of logs. 

There were rich oak nightstands on either side of the bed with ornate wrought iron lamps. There was even a flatscreen television mounted to the wall across from the bed. But best of all, there was a large, stone-hewn fireplace along the far wall. You were blown away. It was the nicest bedroom you’d ever seen. And the bed looked so inviting. Maybe you would finally get a good night’s sleep and wake up without any lower back pain, as you were prone to.

“Rhett, I…” you started, but you couldn’t form the words.

He smiled as he walked over to place your bag atop the bed. “Don’t mention it, little darlin’. For now, I want ya to get some sleep. Bathroom’s right over there,” he motioned toward a door on the other side of the room. “Should be toiletries and whatnot in there. My housekeeper Kira usually keeps everythin’ stocked.”

Your brows shot up. He had a housekeeper? It only made sense, seeing as how the place was so big and he was only one person. Even so, it was a lot to process. How on earth had you gotten so lucky to meet this guy? It still felt like a sick joke that God was playing on you. But you’d enjoy the joke for as long as you could.

However, there was no joke. No one was pulling a fast one on you. Rhett Abbott was a sincere man who truly wanted to help you, a poor waitress down on your luck. And help you, he did. After you got settled in that night, he set about doing exactly as he told you he would; taking care of things.

Over the next few weeks, he began the process of having all of your things moved to his place. He worked behind the scenes to cover all of your financial expenses. He paid any outstanding balances and bills you had, down to the very last dime. 

In just a short amount of time, your entire life changed. You went from barely keeping your head above water, to floating atop the same water on a pool float with a mimosa in hand. Rhett became your protector, your provider, the best thing to ever happen to you. 

Gone were the days of worrying if you’d have enough money to buy groceries or pay your electric bill. As the months went by, Rhett provided everything you could ever need or want. Clothes, jewelry, shoes, food, hygiene products. He spared no expense and he was more than happy to lavish you with those things.

He’d well and truly become your savior, and you would be forever grateful to him for giving you a chance when no one else would.

As time passed, and you fell into an easy routine of life with the gray-haired cowboy, you found yourself falling in love with him. Being in his presence felt so safe and warm, and you became drunk off of that feeling. You couldn’t help but fall head over heels, and he was there to catch you when you did, confessing that he, too, loved you. 

It felt natural. It felt right. And Rhett hadn’t allowed himself to love anyone in this way since his marriage had fallen apart. Even then, he never truly knew what love was. He’d only married Maria because he was afraid of being alone. A lot of good it had done him, because he’d ended up alone anyway.

But all of those events in his life had led him here, to you, and he realized then that it was all worth it. The pain, the suffering, the hardships he’d endured were simply molding him into the man you needed him to be. Taking care of you gave him purpose.

He pledged himself to you, promising that he would take care of you for as long as he lived, and even after, he would see to it that you didn’t have to worry about a thing. You would be financially set for the rest of your life. It was a concept that was so foreign to you that it was difficult to wrap your mind around.

Money would never be a concern for you ever again.

But for you, it wasn’t about the money. Of course, the financial stability was wonderful, but you came to the conclusion that you would be happy with Rhett no matter your situation. Rich, poor, anything in between. You were content with all of it as long as he was by your side. Not only was he your savior, but he was also the love of your life. 

He had so much to teach you, from all the years of life he’d lived. He’d seen so much in his forty-five years, he had many stories to tell, and you eagerly listened to all of them. As time went on, he opened up more and more. 

You were curious as to how he made so much money. He didn’t tell you all the details, but the gist was that he raised and sold cattle, and it had become a wildly successful means of living for him. Before his livestock business, he was a bull rider. You’d seen the medals and trophies in his office. He was modest about his riding career, but his awards boasted of national fame in the rodeo circuit. He was one of the best there was.

He explained that he’d had to give up riding when he was still young. “Most guys get ten or so years in the circuit. I got seven. Fucked up m’ shoulder and wrist one too many times. Got to the point where I couldn’t hold onto the ropes anymore. My last ride damn near killed me, I thought I could handle it but I lost m’ grip and went down. Landed me in the hospital for a month.”

He showed you the various scars and injuries he’d suffered during his riding career. His shoulder was littered with aged scars, which were from extensive surgeries he’d undergone just to be able to use it still.

After that, you spent many a night massaging lotion into that shoulder, just to give him some temporary relief of the pain he still suffered. He was grateful for your gentle touch, and he found himself marveling at how he got so lucky to find someone like you.

But life wasn’t all rhinestone cowboys and star-spangled rodeos. While he made an honest living with his job, he had his fair share of issues when it came to his wealth. After his divorce, he’d spiraled out of control and gotten himself in trouble with some powerful people. 

Those days were behind him, and he’d since paid his dues, but he still had those enemies who would jump at the chance to see his success go down the drain. Particularly the neighboring Tillerson ranch. 

The Abbotts had a long history with the Tillersons. And that history had carried on through each generation. Rhett’s father, Royal, had been dead for the better part of a decade, and the Tillerson patriarch, Wayne, had been dead for even longer. But his sons were still alive and kickin’. And they’d do anything to knock Rhett down a few pegs and gain the upper hand in the business realm. 

Rhett had fought tooth and nail to get where he was today. He was the son of an impoverished cowboy, he had extremely humble beginnings and was always told he wouldn’t amount to much. But he’d proved everyone wrong just by succeeding. Because of all the blood, sweat, and tears he’d put into his livelihood, he was especially protective of it, and never allowed anyone to threaten what was his. 

You knew Rhett was protective. You had seen it early on when you first met him, when he defended you against those boys in the diner. But you saw it again one day when you faced his competitors one night at a rancher’s event. 

He told you that you didn’t have to go. “Don’t want ya to feel obligated, little darlin’.”

“I want to go, so I can support you,” you insisted. “Besides, I couldn’t pass up seeing my man dressed up all fancy.”

He smiled shyly. “If you’re sure, then okay.”

“I’m sure. Plus, it’s high time I let everyone know you’re off the market, right?”

Despite your upbeat attitude, part of you was nervous. Rhett had told you how some of these people behaved, and how judgmental they could be. You were afraid of what they might say when they noticed how much younger you were than Rhett. 

But your relationship wasn’t something you wanted to hide. To hell with what others thought, or at least, that’s what you tried to convince yourself of. You wanted to walk in on Rhett’s arm and have him show you off. 

And that was exactly what you did. Rhett bought you a new dress, a deep blue to match the shirt he wore. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him. He wore his nicest pair of jeans, the blue shirt with a bolo tie around the collar, his most expensive belt, decorated with his favorite buckle that was polished to perfection. His silver hair was neatly combed back, and he wore a jet-black hat atop his head. 

He’d never looked more beautiful, and you couldn’t believe you were lucky enough to be called his. You walked into the event that night with your arm looped through his, butterflies of nervousness fluttering in your belly. 

“You’re gon’ do just fine,” he quietly assured you. You smiled and squeezed his bicep in thanks. 

And you were just fine. Until it came time to meet people. You were content to keep to yourself, safely tucked into Rhett’s side. But everyone noticed you, because it was a rarity for him to come to an event with a plus one. 

It was Luke Tillerson’s wife, Camilla, that took it upon herself to find out who you were. “Who’s your little friend, Rhett?” She spoke up. 

Little friend? You didn’t like her tone. But Rhett didn’t let it affect him. He tightened his arm around your waist and replied. “This here’s my girlfriend,” he introduced you. 

The woman made a face, eyeing you up and down. You immediately felt scrutinized. “Oh, how…cute.”

“She is, ain’t she?” He said, gazing down at you lovingly, purposely ignoring her implication. But he could tell you were bothered, he could see it in your eyes. You stepped closer to him, pressing yourself against his side. 

You’d never felt so out of place in your life. These people were all filthy rich. They’d been born into wealth. Surely they would see you as Rhett’s charity case if they knew your background. 

“Abbott!” A male voice suddenly interrupted the conversation. An older man dressed in an expensive suit and sporting a stereotypical handlebar mustache approached Rhett, and before you or Rhett could protest, he whisked him away, claiming he had someone for him to meet. 

This left you entirely alone with Camilla. Your palms grew sweaty and your muscles tensed. You were afraid she was going to start prying into your business. And sure enough, she did. 

“You’re awfully young,” the woman remarked, idly sipping the expensive cocktail she held between her manicured fingers. 

“And what about it?” You asked, immediately defensive. You’d been afraid this would happen. 

“Oh, don’t take it personally, hon. I just didn’t think Rhett would stoop to such a level. I mean, what are you, mid-20s? He must have been incredibly desperate.”

You bristled, your skin growing hot beneath your dress. “I really don’t appreciate that,” you gritted out. “He isn’t desperate. It’s not like that.”

Camilla laughed it off. “Oh, you sweet child. You don’t get it, do you? He’s having a midlife crisis. You’re only a phase. Once he gets sick of you? He’ll drop you like a bad habit. He’s only interested in one thing, and it’s not your brains or pretty face.”

You wanted to throw angry, biting words right back at her, but you were speechless. You couldn’t believe the audacity of this woman to speak so boldly to someone she’d never even met. You could feel tears welling in your eyes, and although you willed them to go away, they wouldn’t. 

“H-he’s not like that,” you whispered, repeating yourself. You had been with him for nearly a year. Not once did he ever display the tendencies she was describing. 

“Honey, I’m just trying to warn you so you don’t get hurt when he gets bored. Go find a man your own age before it’s too late.” 

Those tears welling in your eyes began to make their way down your cheeks before you could stop them. You couldn’t fathom how someone could be so cruel. Camilla said something else to you, but you didn’t hear her. You were too overwhelmed, too hurt. Your immediate instinct was to find Rhett. With your breath coming out in short, shallow gasps as you tried to hold in your tears, you turned, your blurry eyes scanning the room for him. 

But Rhett had already seen you, and he was making a beeline for you. As soon as he appeared in your line of sight, you knew he was going to come to your aid. He’d been watching you warily from the corner of his eye as he talked to a potential new business partner, because he knew how Camilla Tillerson was. She’d never grown out of her high school mean-girl phase, and she thought just because she was Mrs. Luke Tillerson she could behave whichever way she wanted. 

When he saw your shoulders tense, he knew something was wrong, and he excused himself to come to you. And then you turned, and there were tears in your eyes. It set off alarm bells in his head, and his chest tightened as anger welled up inside him.

As soon as he reached you, he was pulling you close, and you let yourself melt into the safety of his arms. Rhett had it handled, you didn’t have to worry anymore. “The fuck did you say to her, huh?!” He demanded.

Camilla’s eyes widened. “Nothing! I was just trying to give her some friendly advice, woman to woman.”

Rhett glared at her. “Like hell you were. You really gon’ stand there and insult my gal? And ain’t it convenient that you waited ‘til I walked away to do it?”

“Hey, there a problem here?” Another voice chimed in. This time, it was Luke’s.

Rhett sighed, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, your wife. Tell her to keep her big mouth shut.”

He ignored Luke’s dramatic reaction, opting to instead end the argument and tend to you. He tucked you under his arm and he led you out of the room. You didn’t see it, but he made sure to hold his hand out behind him as he went, his middle finger in the air to get the message to Luke and his wife across. 

Once he had you outside, he led you to the truck, where he stopped to let you pull yourself together. You wiped at your wet cheeks, and he kindly gave you the handkerchief he always kept in his pocket to help. 

“How can someone be so mean?” You whimpered softly.

Rhett fought the urge to go back inside and start yelling. It wouldn’t help anything, and it would only get him banned from the event altogether for acting like a fool. Instead, he focused on you. “What’d she say to you, baby?”

You sniffled, staring down at the handkerchief as you gingerly folded the fabric over itself. You relayed the words Camilla had spoken to you, and you watched as Rhett’s jaw tightened, his chest heaving slightly. 

“That fuckin’ bitch,” he gritted out. Then he grimaced apologetically. “‘scuse the term, I don’t like to call ladies names but that one deserves it. I can’t believe she’d do that to ya.”

“It’s what I get for thinking I could measure up to all this. I’m nothing compared to all those people in there. They’re filthy rich and I’m just fuckin’ trailer park trash!”

In an instant, Rhett had your face in his hand. “Don’t you dare start talkin’ like that about yourself. I ain’t gon’ stand for it. You got just as much a right to be there as anyone else.”

“Do I? Or am I just your arm candy?” As soon as you said the words, you regretted them. 

“You know that’s not true,” he lowly said. “You’re not a fuckin’ object, alright? You’re a brilliant human being and I’m sorry the others can’t see that.”

You wanted to say more, but you were too emotional. “Can we please just go home?”

Rhett sighed softly, but relented. “We’ll talk more about it later.” And then he opened the passenger door of the truck and allowed you to climb in. 

Camilla’s words and attitude had really gotten to you. You knew what she said about Rhett wasn’t true, but there was still that nagging voice of insecurity that made you think it was true. 

What if he did eventually get bored of you? What if he didn’t even love you and he truly was only interested in you for what you brought to the table sexually? Those were all lies, and you knew that. But the longer you let them fester, the more tortured you felt. 

When you arrived home that night, you went right up to the bedroom without saying a word to Rhett. He stood at the foot of the steps and watched you go up, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he sighed tiredly and sauntered over to his extravagant liquor cabinet. 

He poured himself a glass of whiskey, downing it in one go before he poured another, and then made his way upstairs to where you were already getting ready for bed. He decided to give you a few moments of silence before he tried talking to you again. You obviously needed a little time. 

Instead, he busied himself with getting ready for bed himself, shedding his clothes and slipping into a fresh pair of underwear to sleep in. Then he finished off his whiskey before he headed to the bathroom to brush his teeth. 

It wasn’t long before he was settling into bed, all while you were still busy at your vanity, going through your skincare ritual. He gave you that time to yourself as he cracked open the book he’d been reading the last few nights, perching his reading glasses on his nose as he did so. 

A few minutes later, you joined him in bed, slipping beneath the plush covers. He didn’t waste another moment as he quickly set his book aside. “We need to talk this out.”

You sighed. “I know.”

“Do you? Because I don’t think y’ do.”

You looked at him with a furrowed brow. “What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“Listen, I ain’t the best with words, but…I don’t think you know just how much you mean to me. I don’t give a shit what Camilla Tillerson says. She’s wrong, you hear me? You’re not just some phase that I’m gon’ get bored of. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. You make me a better man and I’m forever grateful, you hear me? So fuck what all them prissy, starch-collared cowboys think. Because I know the truth. And the truth is that you’re the love of my life. Nothing’s gon’ change that.” 

At his earnest confession, your eyes welled with tears again. “Oh, Rhett,” you whispered. You moved closer, wrapping your arms around him. 

“I love you, you hear me, girl? I’ll love you ‘til the day I die.”

And somehow, you knew he would.  

His confession eased your fears, but there was still that little insecure voice within you. However, somewhere along the way, you determined in your heart that you were done caring about what people thought. 

You loved Rhett, and he loved you. You weren’t going to hide that. So you continued attending events with him, walking in with your head held high, proud to be standing by your man’s side. You didn’t let anyone talk poorly about him, or yourself. You stayed far away from Camilla Tillerson, and you refused to listen to comments that she or her family made toward you. What they thought didn’t matter. 

Rhett proved his love to you over and over again. He showed you that what you shared was real and true. That you were the only one for him. And it wasn’t long before he pledged that love to you with a ring. 

You were married in the woods. You wore a whimsical dress with a crown of flowers in your hair. You even got Rhett to wear flowers in his hair. You said your vows under an old weeping willow, with the local pastor officiating. Rhett’s niece Amy and her wife flew in to witness the marriage, and his mother Cecelia, who was well up in years, but still just as lucid and fiery as she’d ever been, came too. 

It was a quiet, intimate ceremony. And after it was all said and done, Rhett treated you to a honeymoon in the mountains, in a little log cabin built for two. It was blissful and dreamy and everything you ever could’ve hoped your honeymoon to be. 

He treated you like a queen, and you knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he was it for you. There was no one else you could imagine spending your life with. He’d found you at rock bottom and offered you a steady hand to hold, slowly pulling you to your feet and building you up until your old life was but a bad memory. 

With Rhett, you wanted for nothing. You were loved, provided for, protected. He was the greatest gift you’d ever been bestowed, and you cherished him every waking moment. 

Now, whenever there were business events to attend, you walked proudly by his side, displaying the beautiful ring he’d placed upon your finger, letting everyone know that you were the one that had made Rhett Abbott believe in romance again after all these years of wallowing in his own loneliness. 

Your life together was sweet, and it went down easy like a spoonful of honey. Gone were the rough days and the fear of wondering if you’d end up living on the streets. Now, you woke up every morning to the sun streaming through your windows and your husband’s strong arm slung across your waist, and you silently whispered a prayer of thanks to the universe for it.

That was exactly the kind of morning you’d just woken up to. It was early, especially to be awake on a Sunday morning, but you were alert as could be. Beside you, Rhett was still sleeping peacefully, the sheets slung loosely over his naked hip, his silver hair mussed against the pillow. 

Sundays were his day of rest. He wasn’t above doing hard labor, and could often be found working out in the fields with his ranch hands. But Sundays were reserved for rest and spending time with you. Usually, you would gently wake him, but because it was early, you decided to let him rest a little longer. He deserved it after a long and arduous week. 

Instead, you slipped out of bed and went to get into your swimsuit so you could jump into the in ground pool in the back. Although the sun had barely been up that long, it was already quite hot outside, and you were eager to take a dip in the cool water to start your day. 

You donned a white bikini. It was simple, but it was Rhett’s favorite. Particularly because the straps wear easy to untie and gave him easy access to the body that he loved so much. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself, because you knew he would be delighted to wake up to the sight of you in your skimpy bathing suit clinging to your wet skin.

As you sneaked back through the bedroom, he was still sound asleep, and you left him be. You padded through the house with your feet bare, the air conditioning cool against your exposed skin as you went, raising goosebumps in its wake. 

But the second you stepped outside, you warmed right up. You stopped to grab a beach towel and a bottle of SPF in the outdoor cabinet near the door, and then you took a moment to put on the cream, allowing it to soak in for a bit before you stepped toward the pool and dipped your foot in, shivering at the coolness. 

Sucking in a breath, you finally went for it, quickly lowering yourself off of the concrete edge and plunging straight into the water. You squeaked at the cold shock, but moments later, your body grew used to the temperature, and you relaxed, closing your eyes for a moment before you swam to the other edge of the pool to grab a large innertube to float around on. 

You pulled it over your body and then rested your arms over the inflated edge, breathing out a sigh as you let yourself float around aimlessly. You rested your head atop your hands, letting your eyes drift shut as the water gently lapped at your body. It felt heavenly, and you relished in every moment of it.

You couldn’t believe that this was your reality. A giant in-ground pool in the middle of a glorious ranch in Wyoming. Never in your wildest dreams had you imagined you’d be in this position, but here you were, all thanks to your million dollar man. 

“Thought I’d find y’ out here.” Speak of the devil.

You smiled, lifting your head to take in the sight of your husband. He was dressed only in the white underwear he’d worn to bed, and you couldn’t help but let your eyes wander brazenly, drifting toward his crotch.

“Mornin’, Daddy,” you sighed. 

He raised a brow as he stopped at the edge of the pool. You eagerly swam toward him, and he leaned down to kiss you. “Mornin’, little darlin’. Sleep okay?”

“Like a baby.”

He smiled, kissing you again before he turned, opting to take a seat on one of the soft lounge chairs. You watched as he reached into the side table that stood beside the chair, pulling out his pipe set. You couldn’t help but bite your lips as you watched him ready the old pipe. It had been given to him by his grandfather, and he only used it once in a while. It was intricate, hand carved and passed down through the generations.

He noticed you eyeing him, and he smirked. “What? I’m feelin’ fancy this mornin’, sue me.”

You shook your head. “Oh, no, keep going. You know how sexy I think you look with a pipe.”

He rolled his eyes as he pressed a scoop of cherry tobacco down into the pipe. “Yeah. Sexy like a fuckin’ grandfather.”

“Exactly.”

He snorted in laughter. “Oh I’m sorry, I forgot who I was dealin’ with. My wife loves old men.”

You giggled in response. “Hey, I only have eyes for one old man, and that’s you.”

You shared a good-natured, knowing look with him before you spontaneously turned and dipped back into the water. Rhett leaned back against the lounge chair, taking a puff from the pipe and letting the smoke curl into the air. He watched you through hooded eyes, admiring the way your body moved in the water. He noticed that you were wearing his favorite bikini of yours, and he couldn’t help but groan low in his chest. 

You swam about for a few more laps, all under Rhett’s watchful eye, before you finally decided to get out of the water. You felt his gaze on your body as you emerged from the pool dripping wet, bathing suit clinging to your skin. Your nipples were prominent beneath the fabric against your breasts, and Rhett could see it clearly. 

You grabbed the towel you’d set out early, using it to dry your body, right in front of your husband. You turned to catch his cool blue gaze, and the way he was looking at you made you weak in the knees. He stared right at you as he brought his pipe back to his lips, and this time, when he released the smoke, he created smoke rings that floated up into the air. 

God, did he really have to make everything so sexy?

“What’s’a matter, honey?” He teased, a twinkle in his eye.

“Nothin’!” You peeped, shaking your head as you finished trying off. 

He smirked again, and you wanted to wipe it off his face. Then he leaned back, spreading his legs. You had full view of his cock, and those heavy balls of his, barely hidden by the fabric of his underwear. You swore you began salivating, and he wasn’t even hard yet. 

“Come sit on daddy’s lap, little darlin’.”

Oh, so that’s how he wanted to play. Without a word of protest, you tossed your towel aside and climbed into his lap. He set his pipe in its cradle so both of his hands could rest on your hips. “Look so pretty, glimmerin’ like a fuckin’ diamond,” he mused, admiring your damp, shimmering skin.

You leaned in, searching out his lips, and he obliged you, kissing you languidly. In the process, you lifted your hand, discreetly tugging at one of the ties on your bikini top. When you parted, the top conveniently fell, revealing your breast.

“Oh, oopsie!” You exclaimed. 

Rhett rolled his eyes. “Yeah, oopsie.” But he brought his hand up to untie the other side, and then the back. With ease, he plucked the fabric from your body and tossed it aside, revealing your chest. “Much better.” Then he surged forward, opening his mouth to swirl his hot, wet tongue around a nipple. 

You gasped lowly when he closed his lips around the little bud, suckling softly. “Know I can’t resist these fuckin’ gorgeous titties,” he growled, teeth nipping at you. 

“I know,” you gasped, “‘s why I wore this set.”

He grinned at you as he made quick work of untying the bottoms. “I figured. Dirty little slut, know exactly how to get daddy goin’, don’t ya?”

He went back to mouthing at your breast, his other hand coming up to knead at the one he wasn’t laving his tongue all over. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, bringing yourself closer to him as you relished in the feeling of his teeth gently scraping against your nipples. It sent shockwaves of pleasure crackling along your spine, and you could feel yourself growing wetter by the minute. 

Rhett was obsessed with your tits. He always wanted his hands or his mouth all over them, and you were more than happy to oblige. 

“Can’t get enough of ya,” he murmured, his large, warm hands squeezing your ass. “Mind if I fuck t’ out here, baby? Or would you rather go inside where it’s cooler?” He was always so considerate of your comfort. 

“Out here,” you gasped as you pulled his mouth to yours, your fingers threading through that silvery hair. “Don’t wanna wait.”

He hummed in amusement. “Impatient lil thang,” he drawled. 

“Can’t help it,” you sighed as you positioned yourself so your pussy was against his slowly hardening cock. “Need my daddy right now.”

He growled low in his chest. “Yeah? Poor baby, daddy’ll give you what you need.” 

You whined in response, letting your head rest on his shoulder as you began to rock your hips back and forth. His big arms came up to wrap around your torso, and you basked in the feeling, eyes drifting shut. You felt so safe, surrounded by him. The sweet scent of cherry tobacco was comforting, paired with the scent of his shampoo, and the natural, intoxicating musk that could only be described as Rhett. 

You could get drunk off of his scent alone. 

When he realized you were inhaling him, he hummed knowingly. You were like a little puppy, the way you always sniffed at him. He found it endearing. 

But then he felt your cunt soaking through the fabric of his underwear, right against his cock, and he forgot all about that cute little quirk of yours, his brain short-circuiting. 

Above him, you could feel him growing harder and harder against you. It was your favorite feeling, because when he was hard, he grew so big. You’d never forget the first time you saw his hard cock. You had meekly questioned how it was going to fit inside you. 

Now you took it like a champ, but that didn’t mean you didn’t still like to talk it up and tell him how big he was. You knew how much it got him going. 

You looked down, and whimpered pathetically when you saw him growing between your legs. Almost frantically, you began rutting your hips more quickly, building friction. 

“Hey now,” Rhett drawled, “slow down there, baby. We got all mornin’, ain’t no rush.”

He tipped your chin up to kiss you again, and you shivered in his arms. “I know. But I wan’ you now. Need to be full, need your fat fucking cock inside me.”

Rhett’s eyes widened at your brazen language. He wasn’t shocked by it, he just wasn’t used to you being so bold right off the bat. Usually, it took getting you a little worked up for the filthy talk to start, but he was already getting your unfiltered desires and you’d barely even begun.

Before he could reply, you were scrambling to get his underwear down his legs. Moving quickly, he aided you, yanking them down the rest of the way and kicking them aside. 

Without warning, your hand was on him, stroking him to full hardness as he grunted in surprise. You leaned forward and let a trail of spit fall from your pursed mouth, right onto the shiny, pink tip. 

You used it as lubricant to stroke him further, but within seconds, he was gently pulling your hand away. He then reached between your thighs and slid his middle and ring fingers inside you, pulling a sharp gasp from your throat. “Gotta get you ready,” he murmured, and suddenly he was fucking his fingers into you hard and fast as you squealed and fell forward against him, the obscene wet sound reaching your ears. 

You weakly grasped at his arm, unable to speak, but you knew if he kept going you’d end up squirting all over him. “Da-d-daddy!” You managed to squeak. 

And then, all at once, he stopped. He pulled his fingers from you and used your slick to further lube up his cock. You watched, salivating as the tip began to glisten with precum. Eagerly, you reached down, swiping your finger over the slit and smearing it around. 

Rhett gasped, shivering at the sensitivity. 

“So pretty, Daddy,” you mused, admiring the glimmering hardness beneath you. 

“S’all for you, little darlin’,” he rasped. Then he grabbed your hips, arranging you properly before he aligned himself with you. “Let’s see if this needy pussy is ready f’ me.”

He ran the plush tip over your aching clit, and you trilled softly, closing your eyes in anticipation. Then, finally, you felt him as your entrance. Slowly, oh so slowly, he began to push into you. Little by little, your anatomy stretched to accommodate him. You could feel every vein, every twitch, and it already had your eyes rolling back in your head. 

“‘ere you go,” he praised, his eyes fixed on the place where your bodies met. “Just a little further. C’mon honey, I know you can do it.”

At his encouragement, you sank down all the way, until you felt his balls pressing against you and you’d taken him down to the hilt. Then you glanced down and smiled proudly. “I did it, Daddy. I took the whole thing!”

Rhett beamed. “Atta girl. Takin’ it like you were made to.” His hand came up to cup your cheek, thumb stroking the skin. “You wan’ do it by yourself or do ya need Daddy’s help?”

Your brow furrowed as you considered the ultimatum. “I wanna try to do it by myself first.”

He nodded, leaving a kiss to your knows. “Alright then, go ahead. Take what y’ need.”

You placed your hands on his big, broad shoulders and began to slowly move atop him, using your thighs to lift yourself off before sinking back down. Rhett’s own hands found purchase on your thighs, lovingly squeezing at the flesh, enjoying the feeling of you building your own rhythm. 

As you did so, he dipped his head forward again, mouthing at your breasts, tongue swirling around each nipple. You let out a soft moan at the feeling, taking in every sensation you felt. 

The stretch of his cock inside you, the shock of his teeth nipping at your sensitive flesh, the feeling of his hands, calloused from years of work, resting on your thighs. His presence was so big and manly, surrounding you entirely. You felt so safe, like nothing in the world could harm you. 

“Love you, Daddy,” you breathed as you began moving faster, focusing on the task at hand. Up, down, swivel your hips against his. A steady rhythm that you stayed with, periodically tightening around him as you did so. 

“Love you too, baby.”

Rhett watched you above him, his eyes shining like the stars. You were so beautiful like this, slipping into the throes of pleasure. He wished he could have this moment etched in gold and display it on the walls of his home. 

Your soft whimpers filled his head, swirling around like the smoke from his pipe. The sweetest music to his ears. He ran his hands along your body, as if committing the feel of your soft skin to memory. 

“So pretty like this, ain’t ya? Usin’ Daddy for your own pleasure.”

At that, you moaned, opening your eyes to gaze into his own. “Feels so good.”

“I know. I can feel you gettin’ wetter.”

And he could. Your arousal had begun to drip down against his balls, and you were so slick that you had to focus on being careful so you didn’t accidentally take him too deep and hurt yourself. 

But soon, your thighs began to burn, and you grew fatigued from doing all the work. You’d bitten off more than you could chew. You needed help. 

“C-can you take over, please?” You asked. 

“Already?” He cooed. “I thought for sure you’d last longer. You’re just a pathetic little thing, ain’t ya? Need Daddy’s help with everything.”

“Yes sir,” you agreed, nodding your head and gazing at him with doe eyes. 

“Don’t worry. I gotcha.” His hands tightened around your hips, and suddenly, he was moving you up and down on his cock with his sheer strength. You gasped loudly, immediately falling forward against his strong chest as he did so. 

You felt every inch stretching you, splitting you open. Your mouth parted to let out your unabashed moans and whines, already so blissed out that you were drooling against his chest. 

He began shifting his hips up to meet yours each time he brought you down, jarring you as he fucked you fast and deep, fingertips digging into the flesh of your ass. 

But he didn’t let you get too used to that position, because it wasn’t long before he was suddenly pulling you off of him. You squeaked in protest, looking at him in confusion. 

“Want you on y’re hands and knees,” he gruffed. He slipped out from under you, and you watched his hard cock bob as he got up, glistening in the morning light. 

He had to arrange you how he saw fit, because you were too preoccupied staring at his dick. Then he was behind you, clutching your hip with one hand while the other aligned himself with your cunt. 

In one swift but careful thrust, he was back inside you, and you all but howled against the lounge chair. He lifted his hand to swat your ass, leaving a brief sting that was soothed by his gentle palm. 

Then that same hand rested on the small of your back as he pushed you all the way forward so your face was against the cushion. Then he began to roll his hips forward, and you whined at the feeling. This angle was so much more intense, and he felt even bigger somehow. 

“S’big, Daddy!”

“I know. Poor little pussy’s just stretchin’ so wide to take me. I don’t know, think I should pull out and make you take m’ fingers instead?” He pulled his hips back, and you gasped, immediately reaching back to grab at his arm. 

“No! I can take it, promise! I’m a big girl!”

“Are you? And here I was under the impression that y’ were just a little thing.”

“No! Please!” You begged. 

Then he thrust forward, and you let out a wail into the open air. Good thing no one could hear you back here. “Alright then. Wan’ you to lay there and take every last inch of Daddy’s dick.”

And you did. He fucked you hard and fast, and you clawed at the cushions for purchase, your mouth open, your eyes screwed shut. It felt like heaven, and you were certain you weren’t even on Earth in that moment. You were floating above yourself, watching your husband claim you as his. 

Again, drool spilled from your mouth, this time soaking the fabric of the cushion beneath you. You moaned and squealed and cried out, wonderfully blissed out. 

But all too soon, Rhett was switching positions again. He pulled out of you once more, and this time, you wailed. “Daddy, no!”

“Be fuckin’ patient,” he huffed as he turned you onto your back. “I’m gon’ give it back to you.” He shoved your knees up toward your chest, and then he was inside you again, stealing the breath from your lungs. 

This time, he pressed the weight of his body against you, keeping you grounded as he began fucking into you. A hand came up to wrap around your throat, squeezing the sides, not to cut off airflow, but blood flow. Within seconds, your head was going woozy, and Rhett grinned down at you. 

“Filthy little slut. Bet you’d come right now just from my hand around your throat if I let ya.”

You would, because you’d done it before. However, that wasn’t his goal in that particular instance. He simply wanted to watch the way your body reacted to it. Your eyes rolled back in your head and your mouth fell open, leaving you in this state of pure, unadulterated bliss. 

He felt you tighten around him, and he grunted, pushing his cock even deeper. Your hands clutched at his flexed forearm, nails digging into the skin, sure to leave marks. He growled and grunted above you like a goddamned animal, fucking you within an inch of your life, and you took it like the good girl you were. 

And then you felt it. The tip of his cock brushed something inside you that sent you into orbit. 

“That’s it. Look at’cha. Got your eyes rollin’ back in your fuckin’ head.” Then he grabbed one of your hands and brought it down to your lower abdomen. “Feel that?” 

All you could do was squeak in reply. 

“‘S Daddy’s cock inside ya.”

At that, you let out a deep keen, tears beginning to stream down the sides of your face. You sobbed and moaned and made all sorts of sounds that you might’ve otherwise been embarrassed about, but Rhett couldn’t get enough. 

Then his scruffy face was nuzzling into your neck, and his teeth were nipping at your pulse point, and you swore you were going to black out from the glorious intensity. 

“D-d-” was what came out of your mouth. He knew what you were trying to say. 

“What is it, huh darlin’? What’s my baby need?” Suddenly his fingers were at your aching clit, rubbing short, sharp circles, and you jolted against him like a live wire, pussy clamping around him. “Oh, that’s what you needed. Poor thing, Daddy was neglecting that sweet little clit. I’m sorry.” 

He kissed you, swallowing your cries as he pumped his hips in time with his fingers at your clit. That, paired with his free hand still around your throat, you knew you were a goner. 

“Go-gonna c-c-come! Please D-Daddy can I–”

But you didn’t even have to ask. “Come.” 

And you did. You tried to scream, but it died in your throat. Instead, your mouth opened, but no sound came out. Rhett stayed close, his forehead pressed to yours as you fell apart around his pistoning cock. 

You were free-falling, plunged straight into the depths of an orgasm so fiery and all-consuming that you lost yourself to it. You were not of yourself. You were on an entirely different plane of existence, vibrating with crackling electricity, as if you were a bolt of lightning flashing through the sky. 

The molten heat surged through you from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. And Rhett held you the entire time, your body trembling fiercely in his arms. 

It took some time to come back to yourself, and when you did, you found him gazing down at you, his eyes as clear blue as the sky above him. He let out a breathless laugh. “Hey there, darlin’. Welcome back to earth.” He’d slowed the movement of his hips just to let you recover. 

“I…wow,” was all you could say. 

“That was intense, huh?”

You nodded, your eyes watery. 

“You okay to keep goin’? Or do you need a break?”

“I-I think I’m…okay.”

But that didn’t convince him. “Look at Daddy.” You lifted your eyes to his gaze. “I need a for-sure answer. Can I keep goin’?”

“Yes,” you finally answered with confidence. “Wan’ you to keep going, please Daddy.”

He smiled softly, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “Good girl, that’s all I needed.” Then he kissed you before he leaned back, pushing your knees toward your chest again. 

And just like that, the switch was flipped, and he slipped right back into that harsh dominance, as if it was a well-fitted glove.  Suddenly he seemed so much bigger above you, and you felt tiny. It made your heart sing. 

Slowly, he began to move within you again, and you whined, closing your eyes at the delicious stretch. Rhett leaned back to admire the sight of your pussy swallowing him whole, and the creamy ring of your cum that now decorated the base of his cock. 

He reached down, swiping his fingers against the base and gathering your slick before he brought those same fingers to your mouth, sliding them past your lips. “Tastes so good, don’t it?” He murmured lowly, and you nodded in agreement, eyes wide and watery, gazing up at him with such trust and adoration. 

He leaned in to kiss you, tasting your cum on your lips. He stayed close, wrapping your legs around your waist and pressing his chest to yours. He began to fuck you deep and slow, rutting into you. This allowed you to feel every inch, every spasm, everything. 

He caged you in with his big strong arms, protecting you from the word. You were so safe. So secure. Rhett would protect you from all harm. 

“You mind if Daddy fills y’ up, baby?”

“Please,” came your whisper. 

“Good. ‘Cause ‘m close.”

With his mouth against yours, he began to pick up the pace again. Quick but deep thrusts, cock battering that spot inside you that made your toes curl. It was inevitable that you’d come once more before he did, just by the way he had you feeling. A steady pressure had begun to build deep within the core of your being, and eventually, it would have to be released. 

Then his fingers were at your sensitive clit again and you were mewling into his open mouth. Stars danced in your eyes, on your skin. You felt like you were part of a glittering galaxy. 

Your arms found their place around your husband’s shoulders, and you held tightly to him as he went a little faster, a little deeper. Building and building and building. And you were already growing closer by the second. You knew your end was almost upon you. 

“Daddy!”

“Go ahead.”

This time, when you came, it flooded from you, soaking Rhett’s cock, dripping down beneath you onto the lounge cushion. It was his turn to have his eyes roll back in his head, and he fucked you through it. 

“Fuck, got this pussy squirtin’ all over me,” he hissed, slipping out of you to run the tip of his cock rapidly over your clit, prolonging your orgasm and making you cry out. 

Just as you came down, he slid back into your still-spasming cunt, grunting at the tightness that surrounded him. He gripped your thighs in his strong grasp and his focus shifted to chasing his release. 

Beneath him you were so far gone that all you could do was lay there and take it, still writhing in bliss, silent, pleasured tears falling. Your head was swimming, you felt as if you were floating through time and space. 

“Look at me,” Rhett’s lilted baritone filled your fuzzy head, and you opened your eyes, locking your gaze with his. “Gon’ fill your pretty pussy up. Want you to take it all like my good little darlin’.”

You nodded, eager to take his load. His movements quickened, hands clutching you tight as he thrust forward hard and fast. You held onto him to keep yourself grounded, body trembling, hovering on the brink of being too overstimulated to handle much more. 

And then, finally, you felt it. Rhett gasped, mouth falling open as his orgasm overwhelmed him. He kept his hips flush with yours, cock spasming within you, spilling the heat of his release into the deepest part of you. And you took it all gladly, body relaxing entirely at the feeling of him claiming you. You’d never tire of it. 

He gradually came down, his body falling limp above you, though he still kept himself from pressing his full body weight into you. His softening cock was still nestled inside you, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, hoping to keep him there a little longer. 

“M’ good girl,” he cooed down at you. “Took that so well.”

You smiled dreamily up at him. You didn’t quite have the wherewithal to speak, but that was okay. He didn’t need you to speak. Gingerly, he moved to slip out of you, but you whined in protest, not wanting to part from him. 

“Y’ gotta let me go, honey. Can’t stay like this forever.”

“W-want you close,” you whispered. 

“I know, and you can have me. But I gotta get you cleaned up first. And it’s gettin’ hotter by the minute, I ain’t about to let my pretty little gal get heatstroke on my account.”

He kissed you sweetly as he pulled his hips back, shushing your cries. You hated the initial empty feeling, especially when you were feeling fragile like this. But Rhett was quick to soothe you. 

“Up ya go.” He lifted you to your feet, and you wobbled a little, still woozy. He secured a steady arm around you and guided you back into the house. 

It was much cooler inside, and it felt good on your heated skin. However, you hardly even registered what was taking place, you were still feeling floaty. But Rhett had it handled. 

He guided you upstairs, where he made sure you used the bathroom and took a quick shower just to rinse off. You didn’t have to make any of the decisions for yourself, because he did it for you, knowing you couldn’t handle trying to clean up by yourself. You needed this form of aftercare for your own well-being. 

A little while later, you were clean, and dressed in one of his old rodeo t-shirts. You felt a little more like yourself, albeit a little fuzzy. Rhett had just finished helping you put lotion on your legs, and he was smiling up at you from where he knelt on the floor. 

“I’ll bet you’re hungry after all that work,” he teased. 

You hummed sleepily. “Yeah, I guess so.”

“How do some blueberry pancakes sound for my little darlin’?”

It was your turn to smile. “Sounds so good.”

“Alright then, let’s head on downstairs. You’re also gon’ drink yourself a nice glass of water while you’re waitin’ for your food. Ain’t gonna have you dehydratin’ on me.”

You hummed in agreement and allowed him to lead you out of the bedroom and back downstairs. He kissed the top of your head as you went, and you sighed happily, feeling at peace. 

You were led to the kitchen, where you sat at the round table and waited for your husband to prepare your breakfast. As promised, he slid a glass of water in front of you and encouraged you to drink it. You sipped on it as you watched him move about the kitchen, and you couldn’t help but marvel at how good you had it. 

Spending the morning being fucked by the pool, and having breakfast made for you? The old you could never have imagined this would be the case. You were eternally grateful that life had given you a second chance and allowed this man to come to your rescue when you needed him most. 

You had faced a lot of adversity in your life, but now, it all seemed worth it, because it led you here. 

Rhett truly was your saving grace. The yin to your yang. The moon to your stars. He was your million dollar man, and you wouldn’t trade him, or his love, for anything else in the world. 

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tagging those who might be interested (if you liked/reblogged any of my mdm promotional posts, i tagged you lol)

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(〃′▽`)—WHO AM I TO DISSAGREE?? —Mechanic!Suimuki x Various—(〃′▽`)

Notes: hoh boy, agnst, suimuki has both a inferoirty and suporirty complex at the same time, she really needs a hug, humor, dry humor, lots of slang tossed around, mechanic suimuki my beloved, average deftones and smashing pumpkins fan, has the mechanics division, kinda shitty suimuki, slight fluff, mainly agnst, suimuki is afraid of emotions like love, suimuki hates being confessed too, mentions towards OG suimuki trauma, she kinda has a crush on killian?? non-confrimed crushes or relationships, killian is a angel in this and suimuki cries like a bitch, violin trauma, austitic coded suimuki, mental breakdowns, stressed out suimuki, she is crazy fr, hallcuications, insomnia, she just lives off of coffee, obessive suimuki, she likes being in the dark, easily flustered suimuki, killian is still a little shit, flirting, teasing, lots of touching, major fight scence, suimuki having trouble understanding emotions, tired suimuki, kissing, yes punk au spinoff, this doesnt directly affect the punk au., takes place around halloween, haunted houses, lock her up, mentions towards SH, mentally ill suimuki, angst with happy ending??

The black haired girl sighed and pulled on her eyelids. She honestly shouldn’t be that tired! She’s running on five shots of straight expresso right now. Or maybe they were watered down or something. She wanted to find something to keep her eyes from shutting.

“Ughhhhhhhh..” She groaned out.

Her body begged for sleep and it was constant fight to keep her eyes open. Because as soon as she knew, if she closed her eyes she wouldn’t want to again.

A full bodies sleep was asking away too much from her. When was the last time she has even had her machines fall asleep?! They were constantly running and she couldn’t afford one of them blowing up while she was dozing off.

She rubbed underneath her eyes and the corners. She also shifted over to try and wake up. Almost everyone was already asleep, including everyone in her divison. Wasn’t a big deal, it was three in the morning.

She placed her cheek in her hand as she gazed at the giant machine before her. It was the magium opious, the thing that gave the whole underground power and electricity. It had a hum and small puffs of smoke coming out of it, nothing new.

Her hand fell as it rest on her knee, her mouth in a open frown. She could do better, there had to be something else she could do.

She spun her chair so she was back at the table near the corner of the large room. Blueprints for inventions she was working on strewen across the table. She grumbled and narrowed her eyes.

The inventor moved both of her hands so she could grab one. It was a blueprint for a music box, a gift. She actually looked at the sliver box on the desk aswell, the main component for it.

“Stupid, whose gonna’ want that?” She scoffed.

“Want what??” A curious voice called out.

Her hands tightened around the blueprint as her entire body tensed and flinched. She quickly span around in the chair and came to face..

“Oh jesus christ Jin! The fuck’ are you doing?” She breathed out before scowling slightly.

The white haired sibling smiled slightly before cracking their neck. They were actually wearing something different, oversized pants and a baggy shirt.

“I think the better question is: what exactly are YOU doing?” They smoothly asked.

The younger of the two groaned and leaned back further on her chair.

“Creative block.” She simply answered.

Jin blinked in suriprise, dropping their hands that had been up as they cracked their back.

“Creative block? As in like, you don’t know what you wanna’ invent?” She questioned.

Suimuki groaned again but simply nodded before pulling closer to the table. A cup of ice-melted coffee sat on the table and she took a few sips of it.

“Ding ding ding! Your so smart..~” She mocked before breathing out.

Jin blew out a puff of air, making a razzberry.

“Please spare me and everyone else the scarcasm! By the way, what is that? A music box??” She whined before leaning closer and squinting.

The black-nette made a face and leaned away slightly. Also trying to block the view of the object, it didn’t work quite well.

“Your the only person whose awake right now, besides me. And yes, it is a music box.” She confusingly said before clarrifying.

The ladder only raised an eyebrow and grabbed the music box. This made her shrink back into her chair and cringe.

“Please don’t-!” She started but was cut off.

More spefically, she was cut off by the sound of a child’s toon. It wasn’t clear, cracky and glitchy here and there. But what was intresting is that what wad on the inside was a mechincal print of a pinic basket.

Little figures surrounded it and it looked like they were smiling and talking to each other. After a while, the toon ended, replaced by the sound of rain.

“Woah..is this a gift for someone??” He marveled before shutting the object gently and tilting his head.

Suimuki sighed and shook her head. She reached over the desk again and found her pack of ciggarets. She sighed as she took one out and lit it up.

“It’s a throw-away thing. You can have it if you like it that much.” She shrugged, turning to face him.

The heterocromidia eyed male lit up at this and leaned closer.

“Really?!” He eagerly asked.

She grinned slightly and exhaled the smoke, pinching the cigarette in-between her fingers.

“Sure, why not. I have no use for it.” She laughed harshly at the end of the setence.

The older sibling beamed and sat the music box down. For being a usual pain for Suimuki, they seemed reltively calm tonight.

“Thanks, dearest! Well, I hope you get out of your stumb soon enough! After all, where would we be without you?” Jin smiled before waving a hand in the air.

The yellow eyed sibling scoffed slightly but had a small smile on her face.

“Probably dead or eating each other alive.” She sarcastically answered.

The taller rolled her eyes before picking up the music box. She waved slightly before moving out of the others line of view. After a minute, the girl sighed deeply.

“Christ..” She whispered.

How stupid, well time to find something else to work on. She grumbled as she put out the ciggarette. It’s ash indented on the table.

She rubbed her temple as her other hand dug into the desk. She would get out of here, no matter what.

“Where’s Suimuki??” Aether asked Jin, as everyone was at the gathering for breakfest.

The white-nette only smiled in reconqition, grabbing a piece of fruit. She turned slightly to her but kept the line moving.

“I went to her lab this morning, early of course. She’s running herself into the ground.” She answered.

The yet younger sibling blinked a few times.

“Oh yeah?” She questioned, wanting to get more information out of her.

The older brother simply snickered slightly as they finally found somewhere to sit. Aether quickly followed after him, already placing a piece of fruit in her mouth.

“Creative block. She gave me a music box that wasn’t even finished. That’s saying something, isn’t it?” He explained before spinning a spoon around in his coffee.

The former merly hummed and this and cleared his throat.

“Well, it would make sense. She’s always looking for something to work on.” He grunted.

Meanwhile, the inventor finally exited her lab. She had finally found something to work on and had been playing around with it for hours now. Best to get some breakfest, yeah?

“Let’s just hope no one fucking implodes on me.” She sarcastically wished.

She started strecthing before entering the dinning area. Eyes were drawen to her as everyone else was pretty much already sitting down.

“There she is! Thank god I didn’t have to bring food to you again!” Iris sarcastically cheered.

A couple snickers greeted this remark and she groaned.

“Go fuck yourself.” Was her response.

She moved over to the food rack and grabbed a few things. Of course, grabbing a cup of coffee with three creams and alot of sugar.

She even saw some people make faces at that amount she put in.

Suimuki simply sighed and looked for a place to sit. She eventually decided to sit inbetween Violet and Noel.

“Oh, hey Suimuki. Decided to sit with our lonely souls today?” Noel questioned.

The black-nette merly snickered at this before taking a sip of her coffee. Across from her sat Nari, a cool girl that she..mayormaynothaveacrushon..

“Say what you want, I’m not lonely!~” The blonde gave her input before taking a bite out of her toast.

Noel stuck her tongue out at her and rolled her eyes.

“Oh right, I forgot your the undergrounds resident heartbreaker! You and Suimuki could go hand and hand at that title I bet.” She bit out.

The other blonde, sitting on the left of the mechanic stiffled a laugh at this. All the girl had to do is shoot her a look and she turned away, shoulders still slightly shaking.

“Oh yeah?? And what do you think of that, Mech’?” Nari bitterlly asked back before lightening up when she turned to the shorter.

The said girl turned a tiny bit red. It was geniuley unclear if Nari knew about how she felt or not. She wasn’t the best at hiding her emotions.

“I don’t mind it…your very pretty so it’s only natural that you have adimires..” She answered.

The same yellow eyed girl blinked in surprise before laughing slightly. Iris and Violet both shot the other girl a look.

“Charming! Your very flattering, Lumine!~” She sang.

The blonde on her left groaned and burried her head in her hands.

“God, stop flirting! Or atleast do it somewhere else!” She complained, half-joking.

By now, Suimuki had finished her food and was just finishing her coffee. She really should get out of here.

“Oh, don’t fucking implode on me V’! I don’t want chunks going everywhere!” The one across from the trio joked.

Iris had also joined in the conversation, or more like bickering. Their voices fell on deaf ears though as the short haired girl noticed Astro waving at her.

“Suimuki!~ C’mere!” They beckoned.

The former glanced at the current group they were with, noticing that no one was paying attention to her. She grabbed her cup of almost finished coffee and walked over to them.

“What’s up?” She casually inquired, leaning to one side.

The white-nette seemed to be watching her movements before grinning brightly. God, the other squinted, it was like stars surrounded them.

“You’ll never guess what happend!” They cheered.

Oh? A challenge?? Was it really a question?

“Oh? Did you get yet another girlfriend?” She half-assly guessed.

She ment, it defentily was possible. Almost everyone in this group they had was attractive and desired by atleast a few people. Astro was no expection.

Speaking of, they whined slightly before swinging their body forwards.

“That’s rude!! No! I got a acception to get a few friends from the up tops’ down here for another vist!!” She complained before revealing.

The inventors mouth fell open, up top people?? Coming down here again?? Did that mean..?

“Ahah-That was my second guess.” She cut herself short of a laugh before deapanning.

The brighter eyed girl blinked a few times in confusion before a light bulb appeared ontop of her head. Then, she deadpanned.

“Har Har Har, sarcasm very funny, Lumine.” She sarcastically laughed.

Suimuki actually laughed at this as she sat her empty mug on a nearby table. One of her hands drifted upwards to adjust her goggles.

“Hilarous, even.” She snickered.

Astro groaned and leaned back comically before rubbed her eyes.

“Well, if it will please you, that boy of yours is coming down aswell. Y’know, the one who you have a massive crush on?~” She added, leaning actually towards the shorter now.

“Killian??” She accidentally blurted out, before making a face and slapping a hand over her mouth.

Meanwhile, the middle child of the Adachi’s got a smug look on their face. Their eyed got half-lidded and their grin widened.

“Aw, that’s cute. Atleast you finally adimit it.” They bitterly cooed.

The other girl’s eye twitched slightly before flinching when everyone else stood up rythmatically and started putting they’re plates and food away.

“Well, time to go pick up some losers! See ya’, Suimukiii’!~” They dissmissed, slightly snickering as the other quickly picked up her things and followed everyone else.

Meanwhile, the short haired girl grumbled under her breath. She was already walking towards the bigger lab where all the members of her unit were.

She quickly stepped into the room and looked around. A few faceless co-workers climbing on the machine waved down at her.

“Captian! There you are!” Reko walked over to her friend and passed a clipboard to her.

The white stripped girl blinked before looking down at it. She noticed that it had a list of small repairs and modifcations to be made to the big machine.

She looked towards the pink-nette. Reko had a wrench her hands and seemed to be messing with it.

“The machine needs a few repairs, nothing much. Also, do you have any other projects for us to work on?” She explained before leaning a little closer.

The golden eyed girl grunted and shuffled away a little. She hugged the clipboard closer to her and messed with her goggles again, a nervous habit.

“No, I’m still trying to wrack my brain.” She sighed.

The younger leaned back slightly and made a face. A small grin on her face as she raised a eyebrow.

“Well your genius brain isn’t going to work if you don’t get enough sleep.” She reminded.

Suimuki quickly groaned and shoved the clipboard back towards them. She didn’t need all people worrying about her, it was stupid.

“Yeah, yeah. Get to work, Damershera.” She waved off their concern.

The amber eyed girl only rolled her eyes but with a easy smile on her face. She walked away when a co-worker called her name.

The second eldest Lumine resisted the urge to sigh again and simply climbed up onto the big machine. She already rembered the list of things that needed repaired, easy enough.

She sat down on a thick beam, pretty high off the ground. Some people would probably be scared shitless if they were up here, some people dangling upside down aswell. But every member of this divison had extreme veritgo from being up here for so long but at least they weren’t slipping off.

“Hey, misa. Can I borrow a wrench?” The female asked.

The co-worker made a grunting sound before gently tossing a wrench at her. She leaned towards a hatch in the machine and took the wrench to it.

She bit her lip slightly and undid the hatch. She poked at it before reaching her right hand out towards somebody. They placed a screwdriver in it and she tossed the wrench towards them.

A smooth transaction, one where she didn’t even have to look away for.

“Oh, Suimuki darling!~ Lover boys here!~” A familar voice called out.

The said girl immeditally tensed up and looked down. There he was, in all his argueable glory. She grumbled something under her breath before standing up slowly and making her way down.

“Hey, Killian. You seem entergetic.” She tried to play it off cool but her small smile came out strained.

The dark haired male immeditally brightened when he saw the girl and hugged her. She turned immensly red but pulled away once he let go.

“Of course, how could I not be? I-!” He started but was cut off by him noticing something.

The shorter raised a eyebrow and tilted her head slightly. What was his problem??

“Your eyebags are so dark..” He mummbled, stepping closer.

She tensed when he gently ran a hand over her cheek. She was able to get a good look at his eyes, they were so much brighter then hers.

“Have you been staying up again, darling?” The male worried.

Suimuki couldn’t help but feel awful. She didn’t want to worry anyone, espically him. She bit her lip and made a pained expression. It hurt.

It hurt alot.

“Suimuki?” He called her back.

She quickly snapped out of it and looked at him again. Her yellow eyes flicked back and forth, trying to take his messure.

“Sorry, what? Have I been staying up again was the question??” She tried to confrim.

It took her whole will to ignore the swelling in her chest. Why was she so pained all of the sudden??

Why did it hurt so fucking bad?!

Killian simply sighed and pulled away, his hand lingering at her face a little before pulling away. She was so tempted to grab it again and cerish it.

“Yes..” He confrimed, seeming even more concerned.

She looked away before looking back at him. God, his expression was just so…

“Sorry..I’ve just had creative block and my mind has been wandering slightly recently..” She adimitted.

The heterchromdic male grunted in recongition before offering an easy smile.

“Well you don’t look awful of course! You look as pretty as you did when we first met.” He shamelessy flirted.

Her expression immeditally fell to a joking deadpan. Way to switch topics there, Killian.

“You think so? Or are you just that blind?” She blandly questioned, a simper grin on her face.

In reality, a bead of sweat was rolling down her cheek. She would be dammned if she couldn’t at least get him a little embrassed.

It didn’t work..

Instead, the male simply raised an eyebrow and his own grin formed on his face. His expression was throughly amused.

“Oh no, I’m not blind! But I think your trying to make me adimit something??” He answered before questioning.

The female grinned a little more at this, her eye twitching slightly. Motherfucker.

“Huhhhhh’??? I dunno’ what YOUR on but I’m not.” She drawled out before snickering and turning around animatidely.

The fanicer one scoffed and rolled his eyes slightly. The second eldest Lumine’s expression grew at this. Teach em’, Lumine!!

He followed her as she moved to a small work table and leaned over it.

“What are you working on?” He curiously asked.

The mechanic tried not to tense at the proxitmity between the two. It seemed like he didn’t even notice but she was always on edge.

“Well, before you showed up, I was working with everyone else on the electro’ machine. But now I’m working on something else.” She picked up another clipboard that had messy drawings and a list.

It was layout for a new invention. It was actually suposed to be a modifer for Aether’s mobile aid, or mechincal arm.

The casing was suposed to be more suited for them, but not making them litterally cut off blood flow. She also had it so it adjusted to different climates, like being waterproof and being able to take more hits.

“For blondie’?? You seem very giving towards your siblings.” He asked but smiled after.

She shot him a look, blowing out a puff of air. She finished looking over it and snatched something off of the table. It looked like a open braclett.

She also plopped on the ground and propped a knee up as she focused on the barely started invention.

“Did you know that you stick your tongue out when your focused?” The taller questioned.

The golden eyed girl paused for a second. She could feel the corner of her mouth wet, wow, she really did.

She tensed and whipped around, clentching the instrument her hands tighter. Her face was red.

“Y..yeah?? We..Well why are you looking there anyway?!” She snarkly responed.

‘Nailed it.’ Her thoughts whispered towards her, giving her a pat in the back.

Killian only made a half-surprised expression, eyebrows raised.

“I’m just tryin’ to watch you work..relaxxx’..” He answered before drawling out the last word.

She grumbled under her breath and started working again. How annoying. But maybe she should relax around him a little more. Maybe he didn’t like girls who snapped at him half of the time.

Her thought process was cut off by a co-worker walking up to them. More spefically, Iris.

“Oh good god. Come to join the fun, eh?” She blandly spoke, eye twitching when a spark flew off of the thing.

They simply glanced towards the male, waving.

“I guess..I’m boreddd..’” They mummbled before leaning closer and whining.

The black haired girl only made a unimpressed expression.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?!” The olive colored person whined.

What was with everyone and whining today?! The raven haired male and Suimuki shared a glance.

“Go bother someone else. Not in the mood for it.” She grunted, leaning back forward and narrowing her eyes at the invention.

Mismatched eyes glanced towards it curiously and the others eye twitched when they picked it up. They turned it around in their hands before looking at her.

A nasty scowl rested on her face and her eyes flicked back and forth.

“What’s wrong with you? You seem more moodier then usual.” They questioned, eyebrows furrowing.

She simply sighed deeply and closed her eyes. Don’t let it bother you that much, you’ve been moody for a couple days. Take it out in some other way.

You know which way.

“Nothing! I just want to work in peace..” She placed a tense smile on her face, eye twitching again.

Killian raised an eyebrow again but didn’t say anything. She blinked and Iris sighed and handed it back.

“Here, see you later.” They boredly tossed it back and perked up when they saw someone else.

“Heyyyyy, Reko!~” They jogged over towards the pink-nette.

Suimuki sighed and slumped down further. She was tired. She just wanted to dissapear, what was so wrong with that?? She dobuted her presence would be missed THAT much.

“Seriously, are you okay? You look bothered by something..” The man worried over her.

She blinked at him and squinted, before perking up. That’s right! Didn’t she make him a matching gift??

“Bothered that I forgot to give you your gift? Yeah.” She smoothly answered.

She stummbled up to her feet before placing the invention in her hands down on the table. Then, she ducked under it to pull out a open box. It seemed to be full of scraps but there was something ontop.

“Here it is!~” She cracked her knuckles loudly before picking up the thing.

Killian gaped at it for a few more seconds, before blinking rapdily. The girl died down a little at this.

“What?! I know it’s not as romantic as..as fucking flowers or something but!-!!” She snapped, stomping her one foot slightly.

A stupid grin came onto the others face as he picked up the bear. The plush furr of it was in the color chesnut brown and it had a heart sititched onto its lighter colored stomach.

It’s black, beady eyes reflected his blue and red ones.

“I love it.”

The shorter now blinked a few times, frowning getting whiped off her face. She shifted her eyes back and forth, watching as he squeezed the thing and it made a slight squeak.

“I love it so much! Oh my god-!” He cooed at the stupid thing.

She flinched slightly and her entire face became red. Her mouth rested in a open frown, even though it opened and closed a few times as her throat seized.

It was no where as near as the gifts he got her. He had bought her cakes, coffee, flowers, and books. And she just made him a stupid stuffed bear!

“Seriously??..” She whispered.

The male looked up at her, grinning. She actually relized, she never actually saw him not smile. It was always there, usually tiny or lazy but always there.

“Course’! Anyways, you wanna’ kiss me now or somethin’?” He answered before teasingly asking.

The yellow eyed girls eye twitched and she leaned away. She didn’t get him, she couldn’t figure him out.

“No! Go back to your fanbase uptop..I hope their dying to kiss you.” She denied, scoffing.

The ladder only hummed and watched as she cracked her neck. Something was building inside of her, was it boredem?? She was just itching of something to do with..someone for once.

“Let’s go out.” She turned to him again and blurted out.

The red and blue eyed male blinked slowly before flushing slightly. He looked away very quickly and made a gesture like he was tugging at his collar before it faded away. Instead, he leaned forward and fluttered his eye lashes.

“Buying me dinner first?? How charming.” He inquired before bluntly scoffing.

“You wouldn’t mind if I experminted on you, right?” She mummbled, almost unoticeable.

Unforanately, the male noticed this and blinked. It was true, she did need someone to test out her gadgets, and it wasn’t like they were gaurentted to die.

“Expermient? You mean like, giving me inventions to test out??” He asked.

The inventor unwillingnly tensed at the question and didn’t say anything. In fact, she looked away and made a deep grimnace expression.

“Sure, as long as I don’t die!” He added on.

She whipped back towards him and stared. He held the plushie infront of her with a stupid expression on his face.

“What.” She blankly said.

“I named it Lumine! Cute name, don’t you think?~” He winked at her before sighing and shaking his head.

“Wh-!”

“Anyways, I should be heading back now. Hit me up when your ready to take me out to dinner, yeah?” He slightly dropped the bear so he could lean forward.

Suimuki made a open expression and seized up when he grabbed her cheek and kissed it. The skin immeditally soaked the contact in greedily and she annoyingly flushed again.

“I’ll see you later, love.” He snickered slightly and hoisted the plushie up before smiling and walking away.

The girl stood there, just..stood there for five minutes. She felt weak, and her knees were unstable. She couldn’t hate it, but she couldn’t like it either.

“Lumineeee?’ Are you dead??” A familar voice called back to her.

“Miko, she’s not dead. She’s probably just lost in thought again.” Misery ran a hand through her hair and pinched the bridge of her nose.

The said girl ‘ugh’-ed and pushed the other away.

“Hey!-!” She shook the female’s shoulder slightly.

Dark golden eyes unclouded and snapped towards hers. It was kinda freaky to be honest but it wasn’t anything new.

“We need you, on the machine. Iris fuckin’ exploded something, AGAIN.” She informed her higher-up.

The short haired girl immeditally sprung up at this and nodded quickly. Then, she followed after the two, Misery joining shortly after.

They entered a smaller area and chaos was breaking lose. Nameless other workers panicked and ran around while Iris just watched with a very tense smile on their face.

Suimuki’s eye twitched and walked straight towards them. People still panicking around them but for a different reason.

“I’M GONNA’ BEAT YOUR FUCKING ASS-!!”

Later on, Everyone had retired. The day had went easy, everyone working deligently. The girl shifted slightly as she tinkered with the machine infront of her.

The only sounds that filled was the sounds of Reko tinkering and checking off papers, while Suimuki listened to music with her headphones. Every now and then, she would spare a glance towards them.

Every time they quickly caught her though and she quickly looked away. The mechanical fitting for the arm was coming along quite well, her goggles were actually down on her face for once.

Many people wondered why Suimuki always had them on, this was why. They had basically every function, zooming in and out, better clearness to vision, nightvision and so on. They were her beloved.

“Hey, Suimuki??” The other person in the room called out.

The female didn’t hear her as she further adjusted the headphones on her head. The short haired girl sighed and shook her head. It didn’t matter, she wouldn’t hear her no matter what.

Plus, the question really wasn’t that imporant.

She swipped at something at the desk behind her on a console of sorts, and a huge electronical menu came up. The home screen had a good amount of things you could do as it hovered over the girl in the air.

It atimited a blue glow and she gently tapped on something. A slight ding and electronical sound was greeted with the motion before she looked at something. It was the group app, where people signed in and off for the day.

She typed her name into it and a brighter ding sound was heard before the app shut onself. Reko debated on messing around with the other things but didn’t and pressed the shut off button.

They turned back around and glanced towards their co-worker again. She was currently rubbing her eyes and pinching the bridge of her nose, probably frustrated.

They frowned, they really wished that she wouldn’t push herself so hard. From the way she always stood, body always slack but tensing up at sudden movements. They geniuley felt bad.

The pink haired girl sighed and quickly left. The left alone girl also sighed and adjusted her posture slightly. The song ‘head like a hole’ by nine inch nails started playing and her fingers drummed along to the bet to the song.

She should have been focused, but she wasn’t. She looked around the working space, on the opposite wall it had posters of bands. Kind of odd for a mechanic workshop but no one really cared.

Her golden eyes glanced back down towards the gadget in her hands. She scoffed in slight annoyance and tossed it aside, honestly, why was she making gifts for people??

If anything, shouldn’t she be making things for herself?? People always thought she was greedy anyways..

She placed her mouth in a lopsided expression as she burried her head slightly in between her elbows. Fucking annoying. After all, she just wanted to be netural, not deal with fucking emotions.

“Damnit.” She hissed, feeling annoyance become more and more prevelent.

She needed something to put her hands on. Something to hurt, she didn’t care who or what it was!! Hell, it could be Nari’s or Killian’s throats and she wouldn’t care. It was just..some way to get out the emotion!!

She would rather burn in hell fire then openly talk about her overly strong influxes of emotions. There was no way to describe it, just a chord being strangled and being tugged on.

Her right eye twitched and she fastly glanced towards a drawer. The inventors black rimmed eyes spun as she fixated on if before reaching a hand out and opening it.

Her left hand twitched eagerly when it saw the blade hidden in there. Surprisng, really that no one had found it yet expect for her.

She grabbed it in-between already bandaged fingers and brung it closer. It was rusted, certianely not safe for cutting into flesh. Did she care though? No.

Not at all.

Needless to say, when the mechanic didn’t show up at all for atleast three days straight for breakfest, lunch, OR DINNER, everyone was a little concerned.

And the werid thing was, she wouldn’t let anyone in her lab. Not even the people who worked in that department! There was always some slight humming noise and occansily the voice of her that would remind people she was still in there and alive.

The white haired girl sighed deeply and dived deeper into the couch.

“What should we exactly DO Akari?? She’s not letting ANYONE in!! Even fucking KILLIAN-..” Hiraeith crossed her arms and leaned to the side.

The heterochromdia eyed girl only scowled deeper and pinched the bridge of her nose. Honestly, what could they do?? The second eldest Lumine had moments like this before, the longest she had lasted was two fucking weeks.

And then when she finally came out, a massive fight broke out. Mainly between Jin and her, the older trying to express their concern while the yellow eyed girl just stood there with a look on her face.

“What do you want me to do here, Hira’? I can’t just bardge in. I don’t even know her passwrod, she changed it, remeber?” The older reminded.

The ladder scowled and tightening her fingers. Of course she remebered, her sister had even said so herself.

“Yeah I know! But can’t you just get fucking- I don’t know, Summer to hack into her malware and fetch it?!” She frustradtingly tripped over her words.

Akari sighed again and swiflty stood up from the couch. Hiraeith wasn’t thinking striaght, obvious by the tone in her voice. Was three days really that much to worry about??

It wasn’t like the eldest Adachi wasn’t worried, she was. But again, this wasn’t the first time this had happened.

“Plus, doesn’t she atleast open the god damn door for Killian?! She didn’t even respond when he showed up!” The electro eyed girl pointed out.

Despite her better judgement, the older female could feel her annoyance rising. The immortal was overly worried, and overthinking things. It was usually understandable..

But come ON!!!

The long haired girl turned towards the black-nette with a fixed look. Not nessacasically mad, no, just kind of peved.

“Hiraeith, I get your concerned, your siblings for gods sake. But I litterally can’t do anything, you know she isn’t dead. And you know that she isn’t going to fucking explode or blow the place up.” She came a little closer.

She also hesitated on doing something but did it anyway. She grabbed the purple eyed girls jaw and swiflty moved her fingers to grab her chin.

The younger seemed somewhat surprised, maybe even a little flustered. And no, Akari wasn’t doing this to be a tease or flirt, she was just doing it to make her look at well..her.

“Trust me. I’ve been in this orgnazation with Suimuki for years now. I like to think I have her figured out a little.” She tried to reassure.

Her eyes flicked back and forth and the other did the same. Eventually, Hiraeith sighed and pulled away from the touch.

“Since when have you been so charming?? Hell, maybe even more then Suimuki.” She sarcastically questioned, leaning back.

The white-nette blinked a few times at this before smiling a little. Almost bashfully as it were, but didn’t say anything.

“Yo, guys!! C’mere!” Astro beckoned the two of them to shuffle over to her.

The said pair shot each other a look but came closer anyway. The Lumine sibling had a unimpressed look on her face while the Adachi sibling raised an eyebrow.

“What’s up this time, genius?“ The short haired girl snarked out.

The yellow eyed girl erked at her but didn’t say anything. Instead, she leaned aganist the table and closed her eyes with a casual smile on her face.

“Suimuki came out of her room.” She dropped.

The shorter two both choked on air, the black haired one more violently.

She snickered slightly at both of their reactions before sighing.

“I’m just fucking with you, she didn’t.” They breathed out.

Hiraeith went dead silent and pressed her lips into a firm line. It was kind of freaky, to be honest. It didn’t even look like she was breathing.

“That’s so not fucking funny. Go choke on a tit.” She hissed, harshly slapping their arm.

The middle child grunted at the force and blinked a few times. The immortal girl had already walked away, obviously pissed. Akari turned towards her.

“That’s a dick move, Astro.” She dissapontingly said.

The sister sighed deeply and looked away akwardly. She didn’t think that little miss ‘wild walker’ would be so offended.

“I thought it was funny…” She mummbled.

The blue and red eyed female deadpanned and leaned slightly towards the side they were on.

“Of course you did. Your Astro.” She spat.

“FUCK YOU-!”

Suimuki stressly combed through her unruly hair. Her eyebags were absoutetly awfully and Jin of Hiraeith would probably freak if they saw her.

What had brought this on?? She glanced towards her left arm which was completly bandaged. Damnit.

She jolted slightly when someone knocked on her metal door.

“Lumine?? It’s me, Jin! Please let me in..” A familar light voice weighed with emotion.

She scowled slightly and propped her tired body aganist the desk. She was fucking fine, could people stop worrying about her?!

“I’m not dead Jinera! Go back to work!” She hissed in response.

How annoying. She glanced back down to her bandages, her eye twitching. God, not this emotion again. She shifted uncomfortablly.

“Suimuki please!” The older knocked again.

You know what?? Fine. She wanted to fucking see her sister that badly?!

Fucking fine.

The black-nette stalked over to the door and agressivly typed in the password. The door slowly raised but Jin ducked and entered quickly and the other slammed it shut after.

“Fucking what??” She whipped around towards the white-nette and glared extremely harshly.

God, the annoyance was rising again. Her fingers twitched and a tinge of hysertia and stress was collapsing under each other.

Meanwhile, the yellow and red eyed person looked over her. She had extremely dishelved hair, and sunken eyes. She also had a sweaty posture, like she was losing it.

A nasty scowl was placed on her face and her smaller left eye seemed even more dialated. Her googles were sideways, not to mention the thin bandages around both of her arms.

“God, you look like hell.” Was all they could say.

The inventor’s eye twitched a couple times and she backed away.

“What the actual fuck do you want. I shouldn’t have opened the door for you.” She demanded, staring them down.

Her thoughts were just of pure anger. Why couldn’t people just leave her in fucking peace for once?! This was the one time where she could get some actual work done and not be pestured!! Not by stupid boys, not fucking family, and certianely not fucking FRIENDS.

“Everyones worried about you-!” He wasn’t even able to finish.

“Oh shut upppp’!! I don’t need your fucking annoying concern! And..and I cerntainely don’t need your fucking emotions!” The shorter snapped.

The taller of the two blinked before making a confused expression. His eyebrows pulled together and his mouth sat in a open frown.

“Can’t I just be fucking left alone?! God, sometimes I wish that I was the only person here!” She contuined, feet unstable.

Was this what some would call losing it?? A mental breakdown?? Maybe it was, so what?

“Suimuki..what’s wrong?..” The older sister asked.

The yellow eyed girl scoffed out a harsh laugh. She stummbled a little before laughing harder and placing a hand in her hair.

“What’s wrong?! Did you not listen to anything I just said!? Everything’s wrong! I need to find something actually worth while that isn’t you people!” The mechanic lamented.

“People don’t actually give a fuck about me. They only care about how pretty I am..it’s so fucking stupid!! Everyone overlooks my fucking work for what it is!!” She contuined.

Meanwhile, the ladder stood in shock. He never thought this was actually what went through her head. Sure, she had problems, everyone knew that.

The long haired girl looked towards her bandages. It reminded her of what her arms looked like in highschool, oddly simalair.

“I hate this fucking-FEELING inside ME. I don’t know what it is, anger, hatered, jeslousy?? You all act so casual but I can’t! Not under this constant pressure Akari and everyone else depends on!!” She grasped harder at her hair and her eyes shook.

The older sibling reached a hesiatant hand out but didn’t do anything. Honestly, they knew Suimuki was stressed. She always was working throughout the early mornings but to think she would collapse?? No one really thought about it.

It geniuley was kind of everyone’s fault. People requested inventions and updates to things from her all the time. It was hard NOT to feel bad for her.

“Don’t even THINK about fucking apologizing to me-!” She stopped them with a airy laugh, tilting her head back. “It won’t help anyone, plus I know you don’t mean it. God, why am I even venting to someone like you?! I know you probably think I’m insane. Espically after..” She trailed off.

Espically after their home life. Espically after all the stuff she had endured while Jin looked on. She wanted to help but she never could. Because..Because she was scared.

That emotion was overatered anyways, Suimuki didn’t feel fear. She acted on logic and the muffled emotions she did have. Stupid.

“Suimuki, you know that’s not true..try to breathe..everyone does care about you..” The suit wearing sister carefully said.

Golden, angry eyes now shining with unshed tears got even more angry.

“No!! YOU KNOW THAT FUCKING ISN’T TRUE!! BECAUSE IF YOU ALL DID CARE THEN I WOULDN’T HAVE TO LASH OUT LIKE THIS!! OR YOU WOULD ATLEAST HAVE THE MOTHERFUCKING GUTS TO ACT HOW I’M DOING!!” She yelled while making wild hand gestures.

She was scaring Jin, she knew that. Yet a sarcastic, and bitter smile wanted to form on her face. Was she losing it?? Was this it of her sanity?

“I CAN’T EVER DO WHAT I WANT TO DO-AHAHA- AND..And it’s funny because..hahaa..you all think I’m a know-it-all..and that’s what everyone relies on..and of course..my looks apparently..” She hoarsely laughed.

The dark mage only frowned deeper. She wasn’t stupid, she knew the other probably hurt herself. It was something she did when she didn’t know how to deal with emotion.

“Just go away..” She begged.

She seemed to be a little more calmer, however, more sad instead of angry. Her body was shaking slightly and her eyes seemed to fixated on the floor.

“Do you..seriously want me to do that? I have a feeling it’s the opposite..” The older asked.

The short haired girl paused. She looked quickly towards the other before looking back down.

The white-nette blinked before moving closer. The yellow eyed girl flinched when they geniuley grabbed her and hugged her.

Her body tensed but slowly relaxed as she seemed to suck in tears. She was still shaking while Jin tightened their arms around her.

It had been a month, since Suimuki had locked herself up. Nobody cared anymore, however they were all overjoyed to see her when she came out of her room or lab a week later.

Today was actually halloween, and well..

CHAOS IS WHAT.

“Jin, stop congureing zombies!! Your tormenting the other people down here!” Akari scolded.

The second eldest Lumine just watched her sibling stick his tongue out at her. Every year, the down-dwellers under the city of New order came together and decked out the whole place for october.

Orange was practically everywhere, and cheap costumes were worn by multiple people. The long haired white-nette sharply poked the other on the shoulder. She slightly turned and looked at him.

“What??” She inquired.

She noticed that his normal, white and black suit or outfit was traded out for a black and red one. It had a red button up and a long black coat along with a red gem necklace and shoes.

Their hair was also more curly then usual and slightly dishelved but it looked nice.

“Your boyfriend and his fuckin’ spectoral friends are here! He’s been looking around for you for like-five minutes!” They had a shit-eating grin on their face as they slightly leaned towards her.

The shorter erked slightly and pushed them away by their face. They laughed slightly and stummbled before waving someone down and rushing in that direction.

Suimuki looked around slightly, for Killian. And then, spotted him. She walked down from the set of stairs infront of the home building and into the large crowd of people roaming the streets.

“Killian!!” She called out.

The said male whipped around, his male friends shooting him a look. His eyes darted around before landing on the girl. He smiled and made his way towards her.

“Hey, you. Happy early brithday.” He breathed out.

“Ugh, who told you??” She scoffed out, he didn’t know when her brithday was because she hadn’t told him.

“Whattttt?’ You think I don’t know it off of my head?!” He drawled out, faking ofense.

The black-nette simply pinched the bridge of her nose before looking past him. There were around three other males there. All tall.

“Oh, your friends?” She questioned, glancing towards him.

A male with crimson hair, curly and somewhat messy smiled. He had dark green eyes and small freckles around his face.

“And you must be the infamous Suimuki Lumine. It’s a pleasure to met you.” He greeted.

The golden eyed girl only blinked in surprise. It wasn’t too shocking he knew about her, Killian probably ran his mouth about her.

She turned slightly and shot him a look, he only whistled slightly and looked away.

“Yep, that’s me! What’s your name??” She placed a hand in her hair while one held her hip.

He only seemed to smile more at this and placed a hand out towards her. She tried not to recoil, it was obvious he wasn’t trying to touch her. Untheless, her body gave a small jolt and she mummbled something.

“The name’s Ren, no last name given. Though, I wouldn’t mind if it was yours, Lumine is a very pretty last name.~” He flashed a closed eyed smile.

The female’s entire body froze up and her mouth hung open a little. What the fuck?! That was so smooth, talk about un-fucking-fair!

“Booo, get the fuck out of here.” A male with sliverish hair booed him before pushing the crimson haired one out of the way.

Suimuki raised an eyebrow at this with a small, amused smile on her face. The new boy, infront of her had greyish, blue eyes. He had simaliar type hair to the other man, just different colors.

“Sorry? What’s your name?” She skeptically questioned.

He smiled, again simliar to the other man. There was no way these two WEREN’T related.

“Saeran, nice to meet you.” He actually reached out and shook her hand by her wrist more of it.

His sliver eyes flicked down to her bandages, his own rough fingers lightly grazing the material. She seemed to be taken aback, face a little more red but not as red as Ren had made it.

She moved her hand back and smiled nervously. She looked towards the last person.

“Hi, My name’s Mikan.” He introduced.

He defentily had the most..ecentric clothes on. She also had a good guess that he was atleast japense or Koeran.

“I like your clothes, traditonal kamino?” She asked.

It obviously was, with red and black tones. It was formally tied, so he obviously knew what he was doing. He also had sandals on.

“Yep! Random guess, I’m assuming your koeran?” He asked back, a gentle smile on his face.

The inventor smiled back and nodded. Then, she turned towards Killian.

“Sooo..wanna’ hit up the infamous, famous haunted house? Jin’s the one who created it.” She asked.

The taller smiled widely and nodded eagerly. She couldn’t help but wonder why he was so eager?

“Yep! Even some people from uptop have heard from it! I reallyyyy’ wanna’ see what your like when your..scared.” He cheered before suddenly half-lidding his eyes and very lightly touching her face.

She completly tensed and her face heated up. Her mouth was in a open expression and she sweat-dropped. Jesus..

“Ugh!” She grumbled, moving away and practically skrining.

Two of the other male friends snickered slightly at her reaction. While one of them raised an eyebrow, curious.

“We went on a haunted house ride ONCE and you’ve been obessed with making me scared again since forever!” She leaned towards him, not on purpose.

The heterochromdia male simply laughed before grabbing her by the arm. His fingers dug slightly into the bandaged but she didn’t say anything.

“Come on, now! Don’t you wanna’ spend time with me??” He questioned.

The short haired girl simply sighed. Both of them started walking off and not paying any mind to the other friends.

“Stupid lovebirds.” Ren grumbled, jealous.

Saeran shot him a look with a lopsided grin on his face.

“Did she really stoke your intrest that much, brother?” He asked.

The older didn’t reply as he walked straight past him and towards the duo. The two others followed shortly after.

“Ack-!” Suimuki whispered when someone screaming ran straight past her.

Everyone’s head turned behind her, watching the person speed run. When the female turned back to her male compainon, his head was also turned in that direction. But he had a completly different look on his face.

“That’s gonna’ be youuuuu’, Suimuki!~” He teased, having a exicted and bright look on his face.

The said girl rolled her eyes at his teasing and perked up when the Haunted house in all its glory showed up. It was a pretty large building, another abadoned one. People didn’t really like to go in there because of all the stories they heard.

Stupid, she had been in there a few times and nothing had happened. Maybe that’s why Jin picked it, because of the stories.

There was a line, pretty long infront of them and Killian dragged his friends up to stand with the rest of them. Her yellow eyes could make out a few familar faces out of the crowd, Akari, Astro, Mars, hell, even Hiraeith!

Speaking of, Hiraeith took her swell ol’ time walking up to her older sister. She flashed a tense smile at the rest of her friends before tugging Suimuk down closer.

“This whole idea is stupid!! Can’t believe Akari actually allowed Jin to host one of these again..” She scoffed.

The older sister only gave the other a pat on the back. This made her yelp and stummbed forward.

“You and her are working hard though, right?” She asked.

Hiraeith sighed and rolled her shoulder, she glanced towards someone and tensed. She seemed way more rushed at whatever the other person did.

“Oh..yeah yeah!! Uh-um have fun!!” She stummbled ver her words before rushing off.

The slightly taller girl sighed and shook her head, a relaxed smile on her face. The line had moved throughout their conversation. Now they were pretty close to the entrance.

When the mechanic took a lazy sweep over the area, she saw a few people wave at her. Hell, some people even had their phones out.

“Oh no, not fancams!” Killian humoursly nudged her.

She turned back towards him and deadpanned, slightly scowling. The man only shot her a amused look.

That was it, the group inhead of them entered the building. The group of five stepped slightly carefully up the stairs and near the person waiting to give the signal. Suimuki had never seen this person before.

They were standing infront of the door, an easy-going grin on their face. She was about to blurt out ‘Iris?’ but she was sure it wasn’t them.

“What’s up, Lumine? Ready to scream and cling onto your boyfriend?~” The unfamilar voice mocked.

Again, she didn’t know who this stranger was. But if they were going to talk, then she would play along.

“Pretty sure it’s going to be the otherway around. Espically if Jin summons a head on a stick.” She pittly reminded.

Killian scoffed while the rest snickered behind him.

“Please, they jumped out at me! Plus, I’m pretty sure they were convinced I was your boyfriend. So it would explain why they were so exicted to meet me.” He brushed off.

The black haired girl simply shuffled away from him a little and scrunched her nose. She looked back towards the person infront of them, their smile planted on their face. It seemed to widen when they turned their head and got a signal.

“Alrighttt’ you guys, have funnnn’..~” They drawled out.

They winked at the shorter but she completly missed it. Killian was the one to walk in first, then her, then Ren, then the other two almost tied. For some strange reason, she still had that nervous twinge inside of her.

‘No way!’ She thought. ‘Just keep someone talking and you’ll be fine.’

She swore to every god she knew she heard a sixth pair of voices snicker and giggle almost past her hearing.

“What is this spectoral bullshit.” She scoffed out, tje addition of voices helping her.

It didn’t seem to help Killian though, as his body jolted. She halted for a second, blinking a few times in surprise before muting a laugh.

“No way, did you just flinch?? Are you really that on edge??” She snarkly questioned, a somewhat wide grin breaking out on her face.

Finally!! Finally she had something to mess with him about!

“Shhh-!” The taller suddenly whipped around and shushed her.

The inventor always had a thing for whispering voices. They made her nervous, espically in the knees. Maybe it was the sudden proximity that you had to be to whisper.

Anyways, she scowled and grumbled something under her breath.

It sounded like Ren Or Searan fucking up and died or something. The sliver haired male making a harsh hushing noise towards the other.

“Boo!” The Lumine sibling almost screamed, voice getting caught in her throat though.

A stupid, fucking person in a old milatariys uniform had popped out at them. Laughing at the girls violent reaction, Ren joining in.

“Oh my god!! That was so cute!” He cooed towards her.

She glared over her shoulder, throughly embrassed. Her shoulders now seized up by her ears didn’t relax fully as they contuined through it.

A few other cheap jumpscares later, they were in what seemed to be the main part of the attraction. Suimuki heard faint giggling again and softly groaned.

“Can she hear us?!” A happy, yet still teenage sounding voice asked.

The other tried not to make a face that would give her away, but it seemed like they noticed.

“She made a face, she obviously can! A human who can hear us, can she see us??” The same voice cheered before wondering further.

The pair of five stopped when the door to the room they were making their way through slammed closed. Yeah, that’s defentily normal.

“Ah shit-!” Mikan cursed before glancing back at the group who where now all facing the door.

“Is thay suposed to happen???” Saeran asked, curious.

The male closetest to the female shook his head. The black-nette couldn’t hear what he was saying because she was too curious on the spectoral voices coming closer.

“Yikes, Jin’s not gonna’ be happy about that one!” A different voice, yet more male and childish sounding hissed.

“Sorry, sorry! We just got curious! This is her sister, after alllll’..” The more feminine voice light-heartedly apologized.

The two pair of voices seemed to swirl around the girl. And then..

“FUCKING!!-!!” She let out a quite loud yelp, not a scream, but close enough.

You see, she had felt a touch on the back of her neck. And could’ve sworn she felt someone hug her from behind.

Everyone’s heads whipped towards her and she actually screamed this time when she saw a different set of eyes. Bright red ones, but the rest of their body hidden in the shadows along with their figure.

The door immeditally open at that, Suimuki rushing out and finding a way out. She heard laughing, probably coming from a dozen people when she finally slammed her way out the exit door.

Killian, and the three others were all huddled together, full out mocking at her fright. She bent into a upright position and tapped her fingers aganist her arm.

“What the fuck scared you so bad?! The door?!” Mikan snickered out, laughing afterwards.

Her right eye twitched at that and the open frown on her face deepened. Her eyes flickered back and forth.

“I swear I saw and heard something..” She grunted.

More laughter greeted this claim as the group made their way, not fully, but somewhere outside of the haunted house area.

“That was probably just Ren’s loud ass breathing.” Killian stuck his tongue out at the crimson-nette.

The said boy mocked offense at this as the two started bickering back and forth. Mikan and the other boy watching amused, making a snide comment here and there.

The shortest of the group also watched, more comforted. Sure, she was still a little freaked out about what had happened. But it was nice to be around people..

Laughter of the make group filled her ears and she now only relized they were walking while she was standing still..

“Suimuki!! Get over here!” The dark haired male, her closer friend beckoned, walking backwards and making a come here motion.

She snapped out of it, quickly shaking her head. She manged to make her feet move at a slow jogging pace as she called something back.

“Coming!!” And her feet took her straight towards them.

END