#fic*rideordie

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A few more, because I’m finally getting around to editing and proofreading the second half of the fic and am once again being reminded of just how insane this family makes me:

Aiza jumping over a literal trench full of shit to run away from home. My literature teacher would call that metaphor way too on the nose

The implication of Summiya not being clocked as obviously neurodivergent by her parents for 18 years only because her struggles with communication were largely eliminated by virtue of all important conversations being scripted. Big win for autistics everywhere

Jia absolutely winning at life by getting to see her crush naked on the regular without having to put in any effort. Being a maid in charge of helping your Lady bathe does have its perks

Zaheer in Aiza’s nightmare/flashback being yelled at by both his parents and not even blinking bc he’s beyond giving a shit (please lend me your strength…)

Denial is not just a river in Egypt. It is also the state Summiya perpetually resides in whenever anyone points out that her husband is a known drunk and brothel goer

Aiza having to actively stop herself from wishing she was born a boy several times throughout the fic and experiencing straight up gender euphoria upon realising she looks like Zaheer

Jia coming into Aiza’s room, seeing that she cut off most of her hair two days before her wedding, and immediately engaging #RideOrDie mode, no questions asked

Things about nobody's son, nobody's daughter that absolutely crack me up, in no particular order (because I'm hella proud of that fic and need to stroke my own ego a little):

Aiza must be the only person in the world who got gender envy from looking at Zaheer. Transition goals: Look like your loser baby brother

Most of the conversation between Summiya and Aiza is literally an aromantic trying to convince a panromantic that love isn't real (bonus points for both of them at that point being completely convinced that they're cishetallo)

The day before I finished the fic I had a mental break and chopped off 2/3 of my hair, and my first thought was that I looked like my sister. The day after I was yelled at for being a disappointment by both of my parents over a meal. Aizacore without even trying

Summiya saying she'd destroy any woman who slept with her husband, meanwhile one of the brothel girls he'll eventually visit the most (not now, though, since Shezan is still a child at this point) is her future bestie/friend with benefits (destroy them in the bedroom, maybe 🤭)

Jia taking a hammer to Aiza's egg with the sheer levels of her thirst

The year the fic takes place in being the absolute worst year to be an older sister (this one is less funny but it's still a neat, if unintentional, coincidence)

The Magnificent Century reference no one but me will get

[blackandblueandstars]

Time waits for no one

Trigger warning: If you’ve struggled with pregnancy, this might be a hard read. Babies, children, etc. I dunno. It was a small laugh, you could barely even hear it but it still lit up the room. Ellie couldn’t help but feel it in her soul. The warmth, the light, all from such a small bundle of joy. She held her close, her small fingers wrapped around her thumb, her brown eyes wide with wonder and a hint of mischief. God, she looked like Mona.

As if summoned by the thought, Mona walked through the door, hands dirty from fiddling in the garage. “We’ll get a few more miles out of her,” she said, wiping her hands on a rag before tucking it in her back pocket.

Ellie smiled, catching her eye. “We’ve already gotten far more than we should’ve, thanks to you.”

Mona’s neck turned the slightest shade of red before she covered it with her hand, rubbing awkwardly. “Just doing my part,” she mumbled. She leaned over, looking at the swaddled baby in Ellie’s arms.

“I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to this,” she said lightly, in awe of the miracle they’d created. She opened her mouth to speak again when a loud blaring interrupted the moment.

Ellie opened her eyes, flailing to turn off the alarm. The room seemed darker than normal, coming out of the dream. Just a dream.

Alarm snoozed, she curled her arms around herself, taking a deep breath.

Happy, she thought, squeezing her eyes tight. I’m happy. I’m with the woman I love, doing what I love. That is enough. This is enough.

She hated herself for where her mind wandered in the night. She hated herself for the minutes that passed while she reminded herself how lucky she was, how happy she was. She hated every second that she didn’t believe the words.

“El?” Mona called from the other room. “You up?”

She blinked back the tears, steadying herself. “Working on it,” she answered lightly, adding a grumble at the end. She never understood how Mona was such a morning person.

Mona poked her head in, her brown eyes roaming over Ellie’s body. “Get a move on,” she said, lingering a little too long in the door.

“Sure that’s what you want?” asked Ellie with a wink.

Mona chuckled. “We’ve got to get to the shop.”

And that was that. Ellie pulled herself from bed, dressing quickly and darting out the door.

---

Mona took a deep breath. Nothing made her feel more at home these days than car grease tinged with gasoline. She looked around the shop, a lion surveying its domain. Ellie had made a beeline for the office, mumbling something about paperwork. She handled the business of it all, leaving Mona to the cars. With Ellie’s business sense and her...obsession...they were well on their way to being a premier import dealership in the area.

On their way, being the key phrase. It hadn’t been easy-going. El did her time in college and Mona served hers. They had a late start, and they’d put every dollar they had into growing this business.

They were happy, though. She wasn’t one for words or feelings, but Ellie...Ellie turned it all around for her. She made her something...someone. 

“Hey boss!” Mona shook her head, returning to the hustle and bustle of the shop.

---

Ellie focused on the work. It always gave her some feeling of purpose. She was happy. That was the most frustrating part of all of it. She loved Mona, she loved their life. It was her decision not to...not to conceive. 

She paused, taking a deep breath. This is stupid. Get yourself together, Ellie. But it wasn’t that simple. These things never were, were they? Her body yearned for a baby, her own baby. It was in her DNA. It was something she’d dreamed about since she was small.

And now she was old. Old, and in love, and all she wanted was to put more love into the world. She remembered that little girl from her dream. She had Mona’s eyes, her dark hair. A real heartbreaker. 

But that wasn’t reality, of course. They couldn’t just...make a baby. Maybe that’s why it hurt so much. Even if she could carry, the baby wouldn’t be theirs. Not biologically. And she knew, of course she knew that that didn’t really matter.

And then there was the cost. They couldn’t afford it, even if they were in agreement, even if they both wanted it. 

She wasn’t sure when the tears began, but she wiped them from her face quickly when she heard a rap at the door.

“Hey, El, I--” Mona cut off as she caught sight of Ellie’s tear-stained face. “El?”

“Hey, baby,” Ellie said, dropping her gaze to the stack of papers on the desk. “I was just about to start the invoices. What did you need?”

Mona crossed the room in two steps, towering beside Ellie. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I’m--”

“El,” she said quietly, kneeling before her. “You’re crying.” Mona wiped a tear from her cheek, her calloused thumb so gentle as it grazed her skin.

“I--I can’t…” Ellie murmured. She knew if she told Mona she’d blame herself. She couldn’t put that on her. But it hurt, holding it in. No one would understand. It’s not like she was physically unable to conceive. It was...it was her choice, right? She chose Mona, she chose the business. She chose this life.

“Ellie.” Mona’s voice was firm as she squeezed Ellie’s hand. “This is not how we do things. Talk to me.”

---

Love has a way of warping us. If we’re lucky, it’s for the best. But sometimes it’s not. Sometimes, it derails everything. Mona knew that pain too well. Like a cement block tied to your feet, dragging you down when all you want to do is tread water.

She tried to hide the tremor in her hand as she kneeled on the dirty floor, eyes locked on Ellie. Before she even spoke, she could feel it in her bones. These tears, they were about her...about them. Her head swam, heart thundering. We’re happy, she thought, overanalyzing every interaction, everything she’d done, everything she hadn’t. I thought we were happy.

“Ellie.” The word came like a lifeline, the only thing tethering her to the scene before her.

“I’m sorry,” Ellie whimpered. “This is so stupid.”

Mona had been shot. She’d been betrayed. She’d experienced every kind of pain imaginable. But nothing like the way her heart tore right now, watching Ellie, hearing Ellie’s pain.

“No,” she said, forcing the air into her lungs. “Your feelings are not stupid. Please, El, tell me.”

---

Ellie couldn’t stop the tears, now. She was angry with herself, angry for letting it get to her, angry for letting Mona see. She took a breath, meeting Mona’s eyes. She could sense her fear, and she knew she didn’t have a choice. Not anymore.

“I haven’t been sleeping well,” she began, trying to find some explanation for the intensity of her emotions. “I guess I’m just tired and emotional, I guess that’s why I’m such a mess.”

“What’s got you so upset?” Mona asked, not letting her off the hook.

“I’ve been dreaming,” she said with a sigh. “I’ve been dreaming about having a baby. Yours, and mine. Ours. It...it’s part of each of us, and...she’s so beautiful, and...I know…”

She cut off, taking a shaky breath, trying to find the right words. “I know that we agreed. I know that I agreed, that I changed my mind. But I...I can’t help feeling like I’m missing out on something.”

Mona was quiet, eyes on Ellie. It was true, they’d agreed. They’d agreed to put the business first...the business Mona wanted. They’d agreed not to have a child of their own. A child that Ellie had always wanted to carry and Mona wasn’t even sure she wanted.

“We can adopt,” Mona started carefully. “Like we talked about. Older kids, the ones that need love and safety.”

“Yea,” Ellie said softly. “I know.”

---

This is out of left field, Mona thought. But the more she thought about it, she realized that wasn’t fair. It wasn’t, not for Ellie. Ellie, who’d dreamed of carrying a child, who’d dreamed of giving birth and being a mom.

Mona never really wanted kids. Not after everything she’d been through, everything she’d done. She didn’t need to ruin another human. She just needed to stay as far away from influencing anyone’s life as possible. She was too broken, too utterly damaged to be a parent.

But with Ellie...she’d opened her mind to the possibility. But then Ellie said she wasn’t sure if she wanted it, anymore. And then they started the business, and years had passed, and now...now it was barely an option.

“I’m sorry,” she said, unable to meet Ellie’s eyes. “I don’t know what to do.”

It was all she could say. She always had a solution, a way to fix things, a way to make them better. But she couldn’t fix this. She couldn’t turn back time. She couldn’t change biology. She couldn’t magically acquire thousands of dollars for one shot...a long shot, with Ellie’s age.

“Me either,” Ellie whispered.

The air was heavy between them. Mona stood, wrapping her arm around Ellie’s shoulders. 

“Why don’t we take off?” Mona asked, gently. “Go home early, maybe go for a ride?”

It was a band-aid, at best. She knew that. It wasn’t an easy thing, mourning something you’d never had...someone you’d never know. As she held Ellie’s hand and led her out of the garage, she felt the sadness she carried with her. She even felt some sadness herself. She hadn’t wanted a child, but to see how badly Ellie did...it felt like something had been ripped away from them before they’d even had the chance to decide they wanted it.

They climbed in the car and drove home in silence, Mona feeling unbearably like a cement block. 

[jungcock]

ride or die part two. PLEASE. its so freaking good

IT’S IN MY WIPS! don’t u worry gal ;)

[silentwalrus1]

Love rideordie pod, love your fic. Did not expect this one. What a wild ride.

Fascinated by the implication that snipers the fic has far-reaching enough impact to travel over a decade into the past and affect the writing and production of a CW show

[penpenhooray]

Tada! I can still write fics! Or at least chapters of them!

For those of you who weren’t with me in 2016 (which was back when I was attempting to be a prompt blog...), Lamia is a Creature!Harry fic, involving Harry being too sexy for his own good and Ron and Hermione just being #donewithshit but also #rideordie for Harry.

I swear, it’s not a crack fic. In fact, it’s actually quite...graphic. Not in the good way, either (at least not yet...we’ll see)

But anyways, Happy Birthday Harry Potter!

[lightcomingthroughthedarkness]

What are your top 5 favorite Bellarke fics? I always read the ones you recommend :)

Hi nonny!

So I started looking for some of my absolute favorite fics and I have to tell you, I found it really hard to stick to just five, so I didn’t. There are so SO many Bellarke fic writers that write amazing fics, it’s hard to choose. I couldn’t possibly pick, really truly, I have so many more I love. I feel so guilty now.. Here are some (in no order)

1. “Keep Your Enemies Closer” - y'all want a modern AU enemies to friends to lovers fic to read? This one will destroy you. -> https://archiveofourown.org/works/1929144/chapters/4165479

2. “Three Months” - y'all looking for a modern AU sloooow burn that makes you want to scream “just fucking love each other you morons. It’s been 84 years!” then this one is for you. -> https://archiveofourown.org/works/3538931?view_full_work=true

3. “Call It Patience, Call It Hope” - there are lords and ladies in this one. Clarke’s a lady. What happens when Bellamy suddenly becomes a lord and inherits a title? They hate each other. Then they don’t. -> https://archiveofourown.org/works/5183843?view_full_work=true

4. “All Roads Lead Home” - Clarke’s on the run. Bellamy is a broken soul. So beautifully written, I hold it close to my heart. -> https://archiveofourown.org/works/8447653/chapters/19354036

5. “Picking Up What You’re Laying Down” - So much smut.. so much smut. So much pain and heartache. The angst. The pining. So beautiful, I wish it was an actual book. -> https://archiveofourown.org/works/5693284/chapters/13114966

6. “Slow It Down” - no Bellarke fic list is complete with a Bellarke baby. When your one night stand knocks you up. But then you catch the feels™ -> https://archiveofourown.org/works/3300548

7. “Your Mess Is Mine” - Bellarke growing up together? Slow burn? Everything you could want? This one. Modern AU -> https://archiveofourown.org/works/3887743

8. “In My Dreams We Are Always Together” - Arranged Marriage? King Bellamy? Queen Clarke? A Kingdom to rule? If I die, please copy this fic and put it next to my cold dead body. I’ll read it in hell, (when God turns me away for reading too much smut). -> https://archiveofourown.org/works/8344015/chapters/19115401

9. “Don’t Look Back, You’re Not Going That Way” - Vikings. Bellarke HATE each other. Then they don’t.. then it becomes epic. I have cried, laughed, gasped out loud and been forever changed. What a fic. What a talent. -> https://archiveofourown.org/works/8852131/chapters/20299561

10. “Treading On Water, Cause I Never Learned To Swim” - The angst will kill you. It broke me. I cried like a baby. My heart ached for Clarke. This fic will ruin your life. I’ve read it 20 times. I love it so much. Modern AU -> https://archiveofourown.org/works/10487601/chapters/23136402

11. “All I Ever Wanted” - Bellamy and Clarke are best friends. Then they break. Then they need to find their way back. The slow burn will cause you a stroke. The feels™ will attack. Platonically married. Modern AU -> https://archiveofourown.org/works/9166630?view_full_work=true

12. “Take Me By The Hand” - Fake marriage is my jam. Bellamy and Clarke pretending to like each other? I wonder if they’ll fall in love? *read next chapter until 3 am*. Modern AU -> https://archiveofourown.org/works/5344199/chapters/12339806

13. “Tear In My Heart” - Enemies, to friends, to lovers. When they hate each other so much no one wants to be around them (I still love two (2) idiots). Then… they become the reason we all ship them. #RideOrDie #Foundation -> https://archiveofourown.org/works/5465045

[asroarke]

I find your drunk self stories to be hilarious. Kind of want to hear how drunk you would describe the fics you write.

 been a while since you asked me this, but I had to get drunk first so I could do this properly. Don’t worry Mellie is sitting next to me to make sure I dont’ say something dumb.

OKAY UP FIRST: Matched. Basically twenty of our fave homies live in a house, and someone in there is gonna love them real hard, but THEY DONT KNOW WHO THAT IS YET. HOW WILL THEY FIGURE IT OUT? so theres like a truth place they go to, dont remember what it’s called since I wrote this back in May, and if you and one of your other homies go in there, you can find out if you’re soulmates BUT YOU MIGHT NOT BE AND THEN YOU WASTED THE CHANCE. i feel like I’m not explaining this well. oh, it’s also a reality show. I feel like that’s important here. Long story shirt, Bell loves Clarke, Clarke loves Bell, AND THIS FIC IS THE BIRTH PLACE OF THE SHIP I CAPTAIN: ICE JAHAAAAAAAAAA. come for the bellarke slow burn, stay for Roan and Wells falling madly in love amidst the chaos of eighteeen other dumb dumbs. 

Mismatched was based on Matched. They’re like a little family. a fanfic family. sometimes a family is just an obscenely long reality show au and its follow up, a shorter but still unnecessarily long one-shot where bellamy and CLARKE accidentally go into the truth booth early on in the competition and end up trapped in a hotel for SO MANY WEEKS

Medici Magic: bruh. I remember going to a renaissance fair and being like omg BELLARKE COULD FIGHT SO HARD HERE. idk dudes. all the squad works at a renaissance fair. bellarke hates each other, but not really. then bellamy high key loves her, but is like NO I DONT. then theres some plot here and there. then there was the first time i ever tried to write smut and then i didnt sleep that night because no one commented immediately and i was like OH MY GOD I FAILED and now im like oh ok. that was fine. also ice jaha is there. everyone should ship ice jaha. wells and roan could be perfect together if only the writers let them exist in the same season. now they’re in heaven banging it out.

Wrecked: DESERTED ISLAND. drama. intrigue. THE ONLY MISTAKE WAS THAT I GAVE CLARKE GRIFFIN A DRESS WITH POCKETS. ok there were other mistakes, particularly grammatical ones BUT GRAMMAR IS A SOCIAL CONSTRUCT. but seriously, dont know what i was thinking with the pockets. the LEAST believable thing ive ever written. anyways, errybody is there. i made echo a villain, and since she and i are friends now, I feel kinda bad about that. also theres some roarke action in here. bellamy is shady as fuck, but that’s kind of clarke’s kink in the fic so it works. also smut. 

I’m Gonna Leave You Anyway and the rest of its series’ squad: you know, the show i based this fic on was one of my favorites. AND THEN THE FOURTH SEASON HAPPENED AND I JUST DONT KNOW. anyways, bellamy and clarke have commitment problems, but end up banging it out. they fight about dumb shit because they’re scared of being heartbroken. also the fellow delinquents are real nosy about bellarke’s love life and they all need to calm the fuck down. oh and there are two little one shots that i think are cute. they buy a house and bellamy is like I’M GONNA MARRY THE FUCK OUT OF YOU, and then in the next one clarke is too busy makign fun of bellamy all day to notice that homeboy gonna propose. I laughed, I cried, and I wrote smut. 

Double Infinity: tied with Matched for my fave fic I’ve written. they have like NOTHING in common tho. bellamy is out to avenge his mom’s death. the people responsible?! CLARKE’S FAMILY. drama. suspense. guilty late night phone calls with Kane. Bellamy decides to romance Clarke to get closer to her family, but, spoiler, the fake relationship didn’t turn out to be all that fake?! (also some ice jaha if you squint, #rideordie) bellamy learns that clarke is also super sneaky, like hella sneaky. and what the fuck is going on with ECHO? do we like her? do we hate her? did we laugh at that joke in the beginning where bellamy accused clarke of having a hit man on her speed dial ONLY TO REALIZE THAT SHE FUCKING DID THE WHOLE TIME? lies. betrayal. late nights in storage units. smut. a wedding that arkadian magazine called the go to event of the year turned into BELLAMY’S WORST NIGHTMARE. The fic is obscenely long and is about as EXTRA as I can get 

Something Always Survives: darkness. no literally. clarke “but did you die?” griffin gets abducted and put in a pitch dark cage along with some other homies. guess who her prison neighbor is???? omg so the fic is HELLA creepy at times but i was in a spooky mood because october, but like… ALL BELLAMY DOES IS TALK TO HER THROUGH THE WALL AND TELL HER STORIES AND LOVES HER AND AAAAAAAH. i cried a lot during this fic bc like BELLAMY loves her, and he had never even touched her or seen her. all he did was hear her voice. like sure, they were being used for creepy lab experiments and were constantly fearing for their lives, BUT THE PINING. i started off basing this on the oa and then somewhere in like the first two chapters i went off the rails and i kept listening to gregorian chant while writing it so like that might explain a lot???! 

50 First Proposals: i mean i just wrote this today. i haven’t had enough time between posting it and now to have coherent drunk commentary for you. but like, bellamy proposes to clarke a lot to get free desserts at restaurants, BUT THEYRE JUST FRIENDS OK and then hes like no we’re not justs friends I love the fuck outta her. idk dudes. i either write ANGST where they just stare longingly into a corner as they can only hear each others voice for a fucking year, OR I write FLUFF where everything is perfect and life is great and bellamy is great. 

Fatal Innocence: I HOPE YALL ARE READY FOR A DOUBLE INFINITY WILD RIDE. just started this one. chapters gonna be long as FUCK. htgawm au. somebody murdered somebody BUT WHO IS THE MURDERER? and whyyyy? is roan gonna try and bang clarke? how is sweet precious baby angel monty gonna hold up after burying a body? WHAT IS ECHO UP TO THIS TIME?? does marcus just stare longingly at a photo of abby while sipping scotch? sea mechanic is real, here. EMORI is gonna fuck shit up. WHO IS DEAD? (i mean read chapter one and you’ll find out) also like bellarke is gonna fight so much and it’s gonna be real fun. if you like murder fics. if not…. go read matched.

Anyways, I think that’s all my fics. idk. i went out of order a bit so now im confused. SO, that’s drunk me’s thoughts on the stuff sober me wrote. if you have any questions for drunk me, hit me up now-ish otherwise you’re gonna have to wait until the next time i show up and mellie is here to babysit meee.

[blackandblueandstars]

Stranger

Requested by @iamkamilahsbitch

Ellie had counted every day, and felt it, too. She’d spent her time in classes, going to parties. But every moment felt empty. She was incomplete, and she knew that Mona was the reason why.

She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t nervous, sitting on the hood of her car outside the prison. Mona had told her to stay away, and she was doing exactly the opposite. She took off her leather jacket, her tattooed arm a map of how much she’d changed.

Maybe Mona wouldn’t even like her. She wasn’t that sweet, innocent high schooler anymore. She’d grown up, and she’d changed.

She raised her head as a figure walked from the jail, and she could tell immediately from the curve of her hips that it was her.

Ellie hopped off the hood, taking a few steps towards the gate as Mona made her way out. Her face looked darker, harder than Ellie remembered.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, glaring at Ellie.

“I’m here to pick you up,” Ellie said, standing her ground.

“I told you not to come,” Mona said gruffly.

“I came anyway.”

Mona’s eyes raked over her body, but there was no hunger in them. They were just...cold.

“You look different,” she finally said, eyeing Ellie’s tattoos.

“You too,” Ellie replied, trying to remain cool despite the churning of her stomach. “Want a ride?”

Mona stared at her, long and hard. “Fine,” she said. “Beats the bus.”

And just like that, Mona climbed into the passenger side of the car. Ellie frowned. It wasn’t like her, not to fight for the driver’s seat. She shook her head, knocking the thoughts away and climbing into the car.

“You want to grab some food, on the way?” Ellie asked.

“Sure,” Mona said, staring out the window. She was cold, distant. Mona was never a warm person, but she wasn’t this.

“We could hit a drive-thru, get you a burger and shake?”

“Whatever,” Mona said coldly.

Ellie looked at her, the churning in her stomach growing. It was even worse than she’d thought. She didn’t know this woman at all, and the same could be said for her. They might as well be strangers.

[blackandblueandstars]

Good Vibrations

A/N: Part of the Choices Valentine’s Day Party, and requested by Anon!

“You want to…what?” asked Mona, glaring at Ellie.

“I want to celebrate Valentine’s Day,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Since when do we do that kind of shit?”

“Since today,” Ellie said, taking her hand. “I promise you’ll like it.”

Mona sighed, irritated by what she was about to say. “Fine,” she grunted.

Ellie had her wrapped around her finger, that much was certain. She’d do anything for her, even celebrate a stupid, commercial holiday like Valentine’s Day.

“Yes!” Ellie said, her smile as big as the moon. She was a sucker for that smile. “Get dressed, then we’ll go.”

“Dressed?” Mona asked, looking down at her outfit. “What’s wrong with what I’ve got on?”

“Uh,” Ellie said, trying to find the words.

“I’ll change,” Mona sighed, stomping to her room. She couldn’t help but smile, thinking of a night with her girl.

She pulled out a nice button up top and a pair of black jeans. It wasn’t too fancy, but she didn’t have anything better, so it’d have to do.

She stepped back out into the living room nervously, worried what Ellie would thank.

“Wow,” Ellie said, taking her hand and spinning her. “You look drop-dead gorgeous.”

“Shut up,” Mona said, trying to hide her pink cheeks. “You look pretty hot yourself.”

Ellie wore a halter top and tight jeans, hugging her body just the way she liked.

“Thanks!” Ellie said, winking. “Now let’s go, before we’re late!”

Mona followed her, grumbling as they went.

Ellie pushed her into the passenger seat, a location she did not like to be.

“Really?” she asked, looking at her as she climbed in beside her.

“It’s a surprise!” Ellie said, laughing. “You can drive home. Promise.”

She pulled the seatbelt on as Ellie pulled out of the lot, on their way to…wherever they were going.

“Here,” Ellie said as they drove down the road. “Put this on.”

Mona looked down to see the blindfold in her hand. “Really El?” she said, looking at her with cocked eyebrows. “Is this really necessary?”

“Just do it,” Ellie said, to Mona’s surprise. “Please?” she added to soften the demand.

“God, you so owe me,” she muttered as she tied the blindfold around her eyes.

“Great! You can’t see anything, right?” Ellie asked, putting her hand in front of the blindfold.

“No,” Mona replied. Ellie moved her hand quickly at her face to make sure she wasn’t lying, but she didn’t flinch.

“Good girl,” she said, not thinking.

“Oh,” Mona said deeply. “You’ll pay for that.”

“Heh,” Ellie laughed nervously. “Almost there!”

Mona’s mind wandered with what Ellie could possibly have planned for them tonight. Nice dinner? Maybe a movie? Walk on the beach? None of these ideas sounded terribly appealing to her.

She finally heard the car come to a stop, then Ellie get out of the car. She waited patiently until Ellie opened her door and helped her out.

“Here we are!” Ellie said, pulling the blindfold off. All around her were the most attractive cars she’d ever seen.

“El,” she said, unable to explain how perfect this was.

“You love it?” Ellie asked, smiling nervously.

“I guess,” Mona said, smirking. “Beats some fancy dinner.”

Ellie laughed, pulling on her hand so they could go and look at the cars. They walked through, stopping to look under the hood every few cars.

“This isn’t all, though,” Ellie said, as she took Mona’s hand. “You get to take one of these bad boys for a drive.”

“What?” asked Mona, looking at Ellie with wide eyes. “How did you—”

“Ah,” Ellie said, holding up her finger. “Don’t ruin the mystery.”

Mona laughed, her dark eyes sparkling. Ellie loved making her laugh.

“Well,” Mona replied. “You were right, as always. I do like it.”

“Come on,” Ellie said with a grin. “We’ve got some driving to do.”

Mona followed along to a sleek sports car, staring in awe at the power under the hood. “I get to drive this?” she asked, with all of the excitement of a child on Christmas.

“You betcha,” Ellie said, handing her the keys. “Let’s roll.”

They jumped into the car, excitement coursing through their veins. Mona put the keys in the ignition, listening to the engine roar to life. It was seconds before they were racing around the course, the thrum of the motor rushing through them.

Ellie could feel her pulse between her legs as Mona pushed the gas pedal further, a wild smile on her face. This was a definite success, she thought, as Mona whooped with excitement.

They rushed through the course a few times, the ride over sooner than they’d have liked.

Ellie stepped out of the car, her legs like jelly. She walked over to Mona who grabbed her and kissed her passionately.

Finally separating to gulp for breath, Mona’s eyes met hers, blazing.

“Let’s head home,” she said, sending Ellie’s heart soaring.

[jungcock]

hey so i just stumbled upon your page and read your ride or die story with joon and jk and hOLY FUCKING SHIT I! AM! A! MESS!!!! it’s soooo good omg im legit crying sm (in a good way lol) but yeah i just wanted to say im really glad i found your blog and i think that you’re a lovely writer! 💌🌟

OMG!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH AND I’M SORRY IT MADE YOU A MESS SLDKHJFLKSDJ I’M GLAD U FOUND ME TOO AND THANK YOU AGAIN FOR SENDING ME THIS LOVELY MSG I’M :’) :’) :’)

[jungcock]

i will pay you real money to write a part two of ride or die asdjfkdl

oH?!? LMAO ALSDJFDS i do plan on writing it, sweet pea!! it’s in my wips c:

[jungcock]

I read ride or die and omg the angst broke my heart- I really love your writing 💖 (also the gif is an accurate depiction of my reaction after finishing it)

omg ;alskjflkadsjf HUNNY I’M LAUGHING SO HARD AT THE GIF !!! thank you so much :’)

[jungcock]

Ok so everybody loves FA, so do I, but how come nobody talks about Ride or Die? That fic was so real, heavy, and absolutely amazing

i— thaNK U SO MUCH!!! idk man it rly flopped alskdjf but it’s oK!!! it’ll always be my personal favourite and!!! the first fic i posted so it’ll always be special. c:

[jungcock]

Ride or die makes me so upset I just wanna throw my phone across the room and pretend I never read it.

omg i am sorry fuck agshdjjdkdkfk

[jungcock]

ik its a really old fic of yours but i stumbled across your ride or die fic and honest to god it was one of the best joon/reader fics ive ever read

oh my god thank you so so much!!!! it’s my fav fic i’ve ever written. :’)

[jungcock]

Just popping by the say ride or die is so gooodddd, I’ve read it like 3 times this week you’re a great writer

oh hunny thank you so so much!!! i really appreciate you popping over to tell me you liked it omg 😍😍😍