#moment pour soi

[juvpartage]

Je vous souhaite une bonne journée !

Qu elle soit aussi belle, douce et existante qu un moment pour soi, pour l univers, pour lui envoyer nos plus belles vibrations...

Bonne fin d année, à très vite

[grimsneverendingfuneral]

i dont care. this is one of the most beautiful songs ever.

[ofgentleresolve]

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[selarina]

continuation to this

so, that night gojo satoru leaves with no jacket and half a broken heart and for the first time since he was 12 years old, he takes a sip of alcohol as he slouches against his home bar.

it's bitter, and it tastes a bit too much like soy sauce for his liking but he sips and sips until he sees the engraved "S.G" inscription at the bottom of his glass.

"hello, husband," a voice comes from behind him, interrupting his sob fest.

and for a moment, for dumb little moment, he thinks it's you. the voice sounds nothing like you though, it's far too high-pitched, but he's dreamt of this far too much for him to imagine someone else calling him husband.

aya tsukino materialises next to him, and seats herself on a seat beside him. she moves with a certain a quiet sleekness that he barely caught her moving from behind him. or maybe, he's finally out of it. "excited for the wedding, then?" she deadpans as she pours herself a drink.

"thrilled," he parrots back, merely a barren echo of emotions.

there's more truth in this room than there's been in your shared room for weeks. because it's simple really— gojo doesn't want to marry her, and aya couldn't care less as long as she got the money his family had.

before they had even exchanged any words, it was clear that they had this silent agreement that the two of them had little to do with love and everything to do with societal expectations and status.

as gojo attempts to take another sip from his empty company, he can't help but replay the events of the evening in his mind. your anger, and the way you stood up for the love you believed in. it'll haunt him for the rest of his life.

he wonders if you'll genuinely come to understand that he did have you in mind when he left you. he doesn't want you to be a mistress, a dirty little secret. he's seen how it broke his mother apart. how could he wish the same fate upon you knowing how his mother's life ended?

you're strong, and he believes you will persist and he will see at the end of his life sleeping grey and old in his bed as he stares at the way the sunlight hits your laugh lines.

but he also remembers the way you cried in secret. he never brought it up, he never brings it up. he was just waiting for the day you'd be comfortable enough to cry in front of him but for now, he settles for meaningless presents he brings afterwards to wipe off the blue from your face.

he places his glass down with a clink, and he hears a resembling clink from aya. "i'll ask you this only once, gojo satoru," she speaks up. "do you want this marriage?"

"i never wanted this marriage," his reply is immediate.

"of course not," she says. "i meant, do you still want to go through with this?"

he doesn't respond. the both of them know the answer to that, it's written all too clearly on his soppy little face.

"what if i don't," he finally speaks. "what about your money? your status?"

"my money..." she feigns to ponder. "as someone who's always sought out money, i can tell you one thing about it. money, it comes and it goes. i'll find another way as i always do," she says. "i will be fine."

"your father—"

"—is a terrible man, who will go on his pissy campaign against me but i hope it's not presumptuous of me to expect you to come to defence when needed. you know, for all the trouble?"

he chuckles with no mirth. seems trouble is all he's capable of causing the past few days. "of course," he responds.

aya smiles, she supposes there's one benefit of having the strongest sorcerer as her ex-fiancé. she stands up, as she pulls her coat snug against her body as she prepares to leave. "besides, you're not the only rich high-status man in town, you know?"

"well, they're not all me," he replies. his smug demeanour returning to him like it's breathing a new life into him.

"wow, a bonus too," she chuckles.

"and who was that handsome man with you on friday? blonde, glasses, chiselled like a—"

"nanami kento," he replies with a grin.

"nanami kento. is he rich?"

"not as rich as you," he replies. it's true. he's rich, he worked on wall street after all and nanami is a smart man, he has so much in his savings account, it's enough to feed an entire nuclear family. why he saves up is something that's beyond gojo.

"well, he's handsome. tell mr. kento i said hello," she smiles facetiously.

"tsk, fine." he grins again. "get out of here."

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it's been a week since you heard about the wedding falling apart. and since, you've been hearing about it daily, almost hourly if you're being honest. after all, you're at the centre of it. it only makes sense.

there's a whole slew of narratives running around, cheating, money laundering, even murder. but the most popular one was about how aya was the rosaline to your romeo and juliet. gojo's as romeo as he comes — handsome, influential and maybe a bit endearingly dumb but you fail to see how you're juliet. she was rich, influential, beautiful — everything you've been starkly reminded that you are not.

but everyone's talking about the romance of it all and you haven't heard from gojo himself so it's strange to take their words to mind or heart. you ignore them, forming a ready-made response sheet in your head to every possible question you encounter across the week. they become white noise, as you go through your day like a pre-programmed robot.

but that changes on a hot, dusty afternoon as you're sitting in a cafe, awaiting a man you were advised against seeing, and he's late. of course, he's fucking late. he broke up with you and he has the audac—

he walks in. he looks exhausted, lankier than usual, and there's a cruel part of you that likes it. to know he looks as miserable as you've been seeing. there's the other, familiar part of you that wants to run your fingers against his sensitive eyes as you feed him with the warmth of the diner's food.

but you do neither, you neither smile nor frown. you sit in place as you wait for him to come and sit opposite you.

"hey," his voice sounds gravelly. "i'm sorry i'm late."

"nothing i'm not used to," you reply with a glare as you cross your arms.

his hands reach for the menu as he plays with the edges of the paper. he always orders the same breakfast meal from this place. he must be nervous.

"i... i wanted to talk to you," he starts. "i want you back."

"excuse me? you can't just—"

"i'm willing to do anything. anything. if you want to take it slow, i understand. if you want to take your time, i understand. if you want me to get down on my knees and beg, i understa—"

"do it."

his eyes widen, you can tell — even though the black glasses are blocking his eyes, you can tell. it only lasts for a split second, because you blink with contempt and he's beside you. on his knees, as he stares up at you. he barely stares up at you — he's so tall, he's almost eye-to-eye with you. but even so he hunches his back, makes himself small.

"i'm sorry," he says again, as he takes off his glasses placing it onto the table in front of you. his eyes are alarmingly blood-red, and it takes every muscle in your body to hold back from running your fingers over his. "like i said, i'll do anything. just pleas— take me back."

you stare, and he stares back at you. you're too lost in the way he looks at you — at your mercy — that you miss the strange and baffled looks from people around you. and when you finally do, your cheeks flush with heat.

"okay," you say. " please, get up now."

"no, let me— let me stay," he says. pleads. "just let me stay until you take me back."

"fine," you sigh, as if there was any real objection from your side. "get up now."

"really?" his blood-red eyes gleam, you could almost see a tinge of the vibrant blue coming back to life.

"yes," you groan as your hand grip his elbow. "i was willing to be your fucking mistress. did you really thin— i would say— mmpph"

and just like that he's up, sliding next to you on your seat, as he kisses you. you're ashamed to admit that your first thought was the idea of getting kicked out for public indecency but your second thought was about how you think you could stay like this forever. despite the public gawking at you through mean and baffled stares.

"i'm serious about doing whatever it takes," he says, sincerity laced in his voice. "you shouldn't let me get away with this lightly."

you smile. "I hope you mean it," you reply. "and i won't. i’ll make you work for it, just a little."

he nods with a smile, "anything. i'll make it up to you."

"you have to do the chicken dance," you say, seriously and firmly.

"what?"

"you have to do the chicken dance. right now in the middle of the diner and i'm taking a video," you pull out your phone. "and... i'm sending it to nobara."

his eyes widen, almost like he's feeling actual fear. "not nobara," he gasps. "but she's so mean, baby."

"well, you said anything."

he sighs. gojo looks around the crowded diner, his tall frame rigid and tense. he glances at you, then at your phone, and finally resigns himself to the absurd request.

"fine," he mutters, standing up from the seat as he begins flapping his arms and doing a clumsy version of the chicken dance in the middle of the diner.

[aamircoeur]

just distressed (still not a damsel) ー ultraman, ken sato.

ultraman getting to know his damsel as kenji sato, the baseball player.

SEQUEL. PART 1.

sfw, female reader. UNEDITED.

you smiled at the chef and sat down on a stool, looking around to examine the place. it was clean and the lighting inside was warm, and the place had a lingering smell of fried eggs and soy sauce, which you really liked.

it was seven in the evening and you were at tonkatsu tonki for dinner, as per ultraman's suggestion. you had small chats with the chef as he made your order, with you being the only customer that he had as of the moment.

a few weeks have passed since your lengthy chat with japan's superhero. although you had been in the scene when yet another kaiju attacked this week, you weren't as involved as the previous times, which made you sad about not having the chance to talk to ultraman again. it was for the better, though, you thought. the poor guy sounded like he needed all the rest he could have.

he handed you your bowl of tonkatsu and poured water to your glass. while you were talking to the chef, a replay of this morning's baseball game was playing on the television that hung on the wall of the restaurant. you took a peek every now and then whenever the chef made reactions about the game, making you curious. "are you a fan of baseball?" you asked, taking a bite of your tonkatsu.

you got to know the chef for the past thirty minutes that you've been in the restaurant. he's a sarcastic man who genuinely cared for the food of the customers and their well-being, saying that his regulars had been coming in and out of his restaurant for more than twenty years.

"huge fan. i used to watch the games held in tokyo dome with my daughters," he said, his eyes never leaving the television. "but they've grown older, and we only watch together when they're free."

you hummed in response. "i was a huge tigers fan, and my daughters were even bigger fans of the giants." he laughed, and you smiled at him. "what about you? you like baseball?" he asked, wiping the spatula that he used.

you drank water to help you swallow your food before answering. "ah, not really. it never really piqued my interest." you said.

in the middle of your conversation, a group of rather tall men walked into the restaurant, greeting the chef before sitting down, who only waved his hand at them as he focused on his conversation with you.

"what do you mean it never piqued your interest?" the chef echoed, his eyebrow raised in a rather animated way which made you laugh at him.

"i-it just never crossed my mind much."

"baseball never crossed your mind much?" the chef asked in disbelief. "it's the best sport there is! don't tell me you're one of them basketball people."

"i have nothing against baseball. personally, i just don't like it. it looks fun though!" you explained yourself.

"you hate baseball?" the chef asked in front of you.

"i donー"

"you hate baseball?" the guy who sat near your stool chimed in.

"i don't!" you said, rubbing your cheek to show light-hearted annoyance.

the chef looked at you and faked a scoff, before walking to the group of men further from you to ask for their order. you laughed at him and sighed before drinking from your glass of water.

"so," the guy from beside you called out. "what was the "you hate baseball" argument with the chef?" he asked, taking off his sunglasses before hanging it at the front of his shirt.

you smiled and playfully rolled your eyes. "what i was saying is that i don't hate baseball." you said, taking a bite of your food after. "it's just not in my area of, uhm, interest or expertise."

the guy chuckled, running his hand through his jet-black hair. "i don't think i've ever met anyone who told me that they don't like baseball."

"what is it with guys and baseball?" you joked.

"hey, everyone likes baseball." he responded. he reached out his hand in front of you, offering a handshake. "i'm kenji." he said.

you accepted the handshake and held his hand, shaking it. "i'm [name] [surname], pleasure being baseball buddies with you."

"don't think that us being baseball buddies would work, considering how you don't like baseball," he joked with a forced frown on his face.

you groaned and he just laughed at you.

kenji ordered his usual and kept quiet, listening to his teammates as they debriefed the game that they had earlier. he was happy to have a close friendship with each and every one of them after struggling with adjusting to moving back to his home town two years ago.

but what made him the happiest is this restaurant, and seeing you in it. the night after his talk with you downtown, was the only time that he got a good night's sleep the whole week despite him getting only five hours.

not in a million years would he admit it, the chances of seeing you during a kaiju attack was the thought that made him feel light on his feet and eager to protect the city (to see you). but to his surprise (he was bummed the whole day), he didn't catch at least a glimpse of your [color] hair, but it was fine, he thought.

he didn't need to see you all the time, he thought. that would be greedy and desperate, he thought. your safety is what matters, it's a good thing that you weren't near another kaiju attack, where he had the chances of talking to you again, he thought.

"so, were you near the kaiju attack last week?" kenji asked.

why the fuck did he ask that.

you looked at him and tilted your head. "uhm," you said, chewing on your food and swallowing it as your facial expression questioned the weird conversation starter.

great, kenji. now she probably thinks you're a freak, he thought.

on the outside, kenji was as cool as ice with his unbothered look and relaxed body language. but internally, he was on his way to drive his motorcycle off mount fuji.

"i was near it, actually." you said, drinking your water. "i was a few streets down from the kaiju, so thankfully i didn't have any trouble getting to a safe place."

kenji sighed out of relief, thankful that you were safe, and that you didn't seem to think of him as a freak. "that's good," he said.

"funny you mentioned kaijus," you said. kenji looked at you with shock in his eyes, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

did you figure it out . . ?

"i've recently gotten my old apartment building ruined by one just a few weeks ago." kenji sighed.

"oh, i'm sorry," kenji said and you just waved your hand to let him know that it was okay. "how are you holding up?" he asked.

"alright, i guess. the landlord was kind enough to give us back two months worth of rent back for the inconvenience and exposure to danger. i guess the kdf offered their aid to him." you said as you continued eating your meal.

kenji hummed. "what about you?" you asked, placing the back of your forearms against the table counter, your elbows brushing against his.

kenji took notice of this and cleared his throat. "i haven't been near one," an obvious lie. "there was one time when a kaiju attacked the arena that i played in, it was gigantron, i think?" kenji said.

"oh, that's unfortunate. glad to know you're safe." you said.

"oh, no, i'm really not. the kaiju now holds me hostage in my own home."

"huh . . ?" your eyebrows knit together in worry, your [color] eyes staring into his purple ones.

kenji stared back into your pretty eyes and felt warmth on his cheeks. he looked at how your expression says that you believed every word he said. kenji covered his smile with the back of his hand and laughed, squinting his eyes.

you immediately frowned at the joke and gave his shoulder a soft punch before taking another bite at your food.

suddenly, the lights of the restaurant started swinging and flickering. you felt the ground shake and you looked at the people in the restaurant, before locking eyes with kenji once again who gave you a worried look.

a speaker that came from the street alerted everyone of the happening. "this is the kaiju defense force. evacuate the area immediately." the speaker repeated.

the roof of the restaurant broke, a red-colored foot piercing into it. you heard the people that kenji came in with shouting as they guided to help each other scurry to exit the building. as the others left, everyone was divided and you were with the chef and three other people. the chef led you all to the back exit of the restaurant and you all ran into the street, gathering with the other people in the neighbouring buildings who went out for their safety.

"are you all okay?" the chef asked, beads of sweat forming on his forehead from the sprint.

you gasped for air, trying to ease your breathing as you threw him a thumbs up.

"kenji and the others went out into the street to where the kaiju is," one pointed out.

another held onto his shoulder and gave him a worried look. "i'm sure they're alright." he said.

the crowd talked amongst themselves while the tmpd (tokyo metropolitan police department) made sure that everyone was okay and that the injured were provided aid. ultraman appeared as always, his glowing eyes acting as the sun in the cold night.

after an hour, ultraman had guided the kaiju back to where it came from. the kdf gave the tmpd the green signal and told all the civilians to go home for the night, asking those with the damaged properties to stay behind to discuss insurance and such. you bid farewell to the chef who asked you to stay safe before he was guided by the policeman to talk in an office.

a man tapped your shoulder and bowed farewell to you along with his mates, hoping for your safe travels. they were the people you were separated with in the restaurant. you greeted them good bye and started walking home.

alone again, you sighed to yourself and rested your hands in the pockets of your jacket.

this was probably the first time that you were dangerously near a kaiju attack without talking to ultraman, you thought.

turning right into a dark street, you saw a big motorcycle parked on the side as you were about to pass it, and before you knew it, a huge being emitting a beam of light was falling from the sky.

what the fuck?!

you covered your face with your arms before it landed to spare yourself from accidental blindness, and you were surprised to lower your arms just to see the man that you met earlier at the restaurant instead. "little ma'am?" he called out, eyes widened as he panted.

you stared at him with complete shock visible on your face. "kenshi?!"

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[vivgst]

She hates monotony and loves the new challenge she finds in you, so she won't rest until she gets her way, as always.

Pinning this so new folks will know I write.

Part two here

Her eyes wandered curiously around the bar and she rolled her eyes. It was more of the same and she was already tired of spending her money on sex she didn't find really good in the first place.

The same women, the same uniforms that were uncomfortable to even look at, the same playful glances that didn't provoke anything and she wanted to leave, but her men were drooling all over the place and she didn't want to be a killjoy, more than she already was.

Men are so easy to satisfy…

Her eyes landed on a table in the back and she saw you, with an icy gaze as you judged everything that was happening around you and she wondered if you worked there, which was a little obvious considering you were collecting used glasses from that table.

But you didn't match the place, you weren't wearing a uniform, you had a black dress that hugged your body and was full of rhinestones that looked excessively expensive and she raised an eyebrow curiously. You weren't the owner, she knew that.

“That dress looks too expensive to wear it in this place.” She spoke in a low voice, you turned to look at her and to her surprise, you kept her gaze, impassively and blankly.

“That way, only men who can pay for me will approach me.” You responded, walking towards the bar to wash the glasses and she followed you, snickering. You were a brat, she liked that.

“You are not a stripper.”

"No".

"Why?"

“I don’t need to do that crap to get customers’ attention.” You said in a monotone voice and narrowed your eyes at her, looking her up and down but that didn't offend her, it amused her, it intrigued her. “As you can see.” You added in a mutter.

“Ah, cabrón…” She raised her eyebrows and let out a chuckle, shaking her head. “Me salió mamona la gringa”.

“No soy gringa.”

“Pareces.”

"But I’m not. And you’re wasting my time, if you’re not going to pay for me then you can leave.” You were bratty, pedantic and she liked that, it would be more fun to watch you beg and she would do it, she promised herself.

Maybe it wasn’t going to be easy, but she was used to it, working hard was something she had to do on a daily basis.

“I bought you the moment I saw you, chula.”

You weren't in the mood to do this, but it was never something you could decide for yourself, so you guided her towards the back of the club, to the largest room, because although you had never spoken to her you knew she was El Sin Nombre, and that she always spent too much money.

Valeria looked all over the room, it suited you, it didn't match the rest of the place either, it was very luxurious.

Her gaze returned to you and she gave you a look up and down, the mocking tinge in her eyes was obvious but that didn't faze you, accepting humiliation was part of the job and no one was important enough to offend you anyway.

“You look frigid, even though you are beautiful.”

"I am". You muttered nonchalantly. She hummed thoughtfully and sat on the couch, pouring herself a glass of whiskey. Valeria was smart, she knew you wouldn't do anything beyond serving her sexually, however she was curious about you, which was quite noticeable and made you want to roll your eyes.

“A pretty face is not enough to sell as much as you claim.”

“Yet here you are.” She gave you a warning look that you almost missed, because you weren't interested in being afraid of her, despite everything that was said about her. "Men like to know that I'm hating what they're doing to me and that I can't do anything about it, it makes them feel they have power, power that they don't possess outside of this room."

You had a point, and it made sense, which made Valeria feel sick.

She wanted to mold you, take away that mask of coldness, she didn't want you to hate her hands, she wanted to make you addicted to them. However, she knew she should be patient with you, and she didn't care.

Since she had gained power, no one had refuted anything and although at first that filled her ego, it had become boring and she had found a new challenge in you.

"And what do you know to do?" She asked, you knelt in front of her, reaching her pants, which took her by surprise, but she grinned and leaned back on the couch.

“I'm good with my tongue.” You said nonchalantly as you nimbly got rid of her pants and underwear. She gently grabbed your chin and pulled your face up so you were looking into her eyes, which made you feel vulnerable for a moment.

“Then show me.” Valeria murmured, drinking from her glass but not taking her eyes off you.

[marjorie189]

Solo Trip (A Jude Bellingham Imagine) Part 2

Jude Bellingham x Mexican!femreader

It's specifically a Mexican reader but there's cute Jude moments on here I think everyone should have a read at :)

Click here to read Part 1!

contains: social media au & text messages!

wc: 6,571 (in total of pt. 1 & 2)

summary: Y/N goes away on a trip to Mexico much to Jude's dismay!

includes: suggestive content and sexting!

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I don't see much love for us Mexican and Brown girlies on here so I must deliver 🫡 I honestly had SO much fun writing and creating this, I hope you all enjoy it! I really connected to this post and poured out all my love and devotion to it!

~

meanwhile y/n and jude oblivious to the whole twitter situation: 

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back to twitter:

video: 

Guy in the photo talking to his friend

Guy in photo: “Ey, ey, ella que no es la novia de jude?” (Hey, hey, isn’t that jude’s girlfriend?) He points out starstruck, pointing at Y/N who was nearby. 

Friend: “¿Parece que sí es?”  (It seems like she is?) His friend replied recognizing her. 

Guy in photo: “Oye le pediré foto?” (Hey, should I ask her for a photo?) He nervously asks. “¡Tal vez me menciona a Jude!” (Maybe she’ll mention me to Jude!)

Friend: “¿estás bien hermano? ¡Tú crees que van a platicar de ti! Ay wey en realidad estas mal” (Are you good bro? You think they’re going to talk about you? Oh dude, you’re so wrong!) 

Guy: “callate! ¡No me arruines mis esperanzas! si hay hasta una pequeña posibilidad de que Jude simplemente escuche de mí por parte de t/n, ¡moriré feliz!” (Shut up! Don’t ruin my hopes! If there’s even a slight chance of Jude hearing of me from Y/N, I’ll die happy!) The boy smiled, determined to go up to Y/N. 

Friend: está bien, vamos (fine, let’s go)

The two boys appeared to walk, on video, towards Y/N. 

They tapped her on her shoulder once they had reached her. She turns around, appearing on camera. 

Y/N smiles kindly at them. 

Guy: Hola perdón por molestarte. Es que soy un gran fan de Jude. ¿Está bien si nos tomemos una foto? (Hey, sorry to bother you. It’s just that I’m a huge fan of Jude. Is it okay if we take a photo?)

Y/N smiled widely at the question. 

Y/N: “¡Claro!” (Of course!)

They both pose for the infamous photo and the friend retrieves it from the video. 

Guy: “Gracias t/n!” Te lo agradezco.” (Thank you Y/N! I appreciate it) The boy expresses. Y/N smiles and nods at the fan. 

Y/N: “¡Por nada! Tengan una bonita noche, que la disfruten!” (You’re welcome! Have a great night guys, enjoy it!) Y/N wishes, ready to part ways. 

Guy: “¡Me saludas a Jude, porfa!” (Say hello to Jude for me, please!) The guy pleads, causing Y/N to giggle at the interaction. 

Y/N: “Cuéntalo hecho!” (Count it as done!) Y/N smiles before walking away. Keeping her promise, later that night mentioning the encounter to Jude. 

Y/N leaves and the friend starts to scold his friend. 

Friend: “No manches! Salistes bien amargado en la foto wey!” (Seriously? You came out so bitter in the photo, dumbass!)

Guy: Es que estaba bien nervioso hermano. O sea es la novia de Jude Bellingham!” (It’s because I was so nervous, bro! I mean it’s Jude Bellingham’s girlfriend!) The boy exclaims to his friend. “¡Cómo crees que me sentia! Estoy por las nubes!”  (How do you think I felt? I’m over the moon!) 

Video ends

Back to Y/N & Jude: 

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yourusername en el coleadero y empolvada 🏇 dia seis! (in the coleadero [a horse sports event] and dusty 🏇 day six!) 

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yourmom you look so cute mija (darling)

yourusername thank you mami i love you! 💜

com1 she looks adorable in the first pic! 

com2 okay but the sky!!!

erling.haaland I didn’t expect Jude to last this long without you! I just know he’s hanging on by a thread 🤣 I hope you’re having a great time out there y/n/n 

com3 i’m dead erling 💀

judebellingham trust me mate I am not doing well

yourusername you know he’s the biggest baby erl!! Thank you ☺️

judebellingham you look hermosa! 

yourusername did you use google translate? 😂 but thank you bebe 🥰

com4 A+ for effort lmao 

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yourusername bailes en el rancho son mis favoritos! ya estamos listos para mañana 🥳 day 7 (dances at the ranch are my favorite! we’re ready for tomorrow 🥳) 

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yourusername before anyone mentions my cousin on the last pic, he took me out to dance bc I was the only one from my primas (female cousins) who was standing alone at the baile while the rest were dancing w their mans🥺 

com1 y/n better than me bc if my man didn’t know how to dance and I was at a baile I would be dancing!! not my fault my man don’t wanna learn 

com2 you look like so much fun! 

com3 the vibe in all of her daily dumps are EVERYTHING! 

com4 I miss mexico now 😩

primo.user (cousin.user) mi compañera de baile MAS favorita!! 💃🏼 (my MOST favorite dance partner!! 💃🏼) 

yourusername gracias por sacarme a bailar me moría de ganas (thank you for taking me out to dance, i was dying to dance!)

com5 Not y/n wanting to dance but couldn’t bc she’s a faithful woman! props to her cousin for standing up 👏 

judebellingham la mas chula 😘 (the prettiest 😘)

yourusername you got me blushing bellingham 🤭 i’m glad you’ve got the google translate app installed 

com5 not jop in the likes

com7 fr, first peso now jop

com8 jop didn’t have it in him to leave a comment like peso pluma thooo

com9 damn they’re already pregaming for the feria (festival) tomorrow  

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yourusername sabado de gloria was one for the books ❤️‍🔥 mi mexico querido, el pais con tradiciones increibles 🥹 (saturday of glory was one for the books ❤️‍🔥 my beloved mexico, the country with incredible traditions 🥹)

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com1 okay bc Jude with a Mexican girlfriend was something I never expected but they’re so cute together!!! 💗

com2 the cultural difference between them is mind blowing but i kinda like it

com3 okay it’s been a week we need Jude and Y/N back together ASAP

judebellingham mi niña bonita 😍 I hope you’re having a blast darling! 

yourusername the spanish better not stop when I get home because it’s so cute! 

judebellingham i’m thanking google translate rn 🙏🏽

com4 that last pic is so aestheticly pleasing

com5 okay now I understand why Y/N had to go to Mexico!! That looks like sm fun

com6 fr i was like why would she ever leave Jude but I see why now

com7 her outfit and boots are so cute 🤩

Y/N’s POV: 

I spread my limbs throughout the comfy bed but not as comfortable as the one awaiting me back home. My eyes flutter open, as I bask in my last morning in Mexico. 

The morning sun shining through the window, brightening up the room. I take one last look through the window, the tree tall and green, dogs laying out on the ground, the pretty plants and the great range of mountains surrounding the rancho. 

I let out a deep sigh as I sat up in bed, a mixed emotion about leaving this place. Leaving the peaceful and warm lifestyle that is Mexico was always heart wrenching but my skin tingles at the thought of going back home. Not a home, like a house or a place but Jude. Jude is my home. 

I smiled at the thought of him and a warmth at my core enlights. 

A home cooked meal was already awaiting me in the kitchen and family slowly started filling my grandparents' home to say their goodbyes. 

I frown at the thought of leaving them but I know life would never be the same if I stayed. 

The time is approaching to my last minutes with everyone. An emotional goodbye to the animals, the beautiful home that holds many wonderful memories, and of course to all of my family especially my grandparents. 

“Te amamos mija. Ya sabes que aqui siempre esta tu casa, (we love you darling. You know that you’ll always have your home here” My grandma tells and we pull each other into a tight hug. 

I wipe the tears that we are threatening to spill. 

“Hasta luego muñeca que dios la bendiga! (Until next time doll god bless you!)” My grandpa expressed as he kissed my cheek, pulling me into his arms. 

After all the goodbyes, my uncle started the truck and loaded my luggages. 

On our way to the airport I watched the landscapes contentedly and whispered my goodbyes to the familiar roads. 

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Se nos rompió el amor

CHAPTER 1

Summary: You thought your love was strong and could conquer everything, I guess you were wrong...

Warnings: Physical violence, talk of doctors, talk of pregnancy, toxicity from romantic partner, implied age gap. (Not proof read)

Rating: +18

Word Count: 1.6K

Sneak peek / Chapter 2 / Masterlist

Divider by @saradika

A/N: yes sorry guys, I've done it, I've started another series when I feel stuck on my first one, The Casualty of Love. I promise that'll I try to update that one as soon as I can.

You fidget with your hands on your lap like you always do when you're nervous, before you can continue to let your anxiety eat you, you hear your last name called. You look up from your lap to the nurse looking around the waiting room and then you stand up.

“Soy yo (it's me)” you inform her and when she signals for you to follow her, you do.

Minutes later after a full check up, when you hear the confirmation of what you feared from the doctor's mouth, you feel your entire body going cold, you and him hadn't even talked before about this possibility, which now that you think about it was incredibly irresponsible.

Your walk home is something that you don't even remember by the time you´re already there. How were you supposed to tell Javi? You guys have been having your worst moment in your relationship lately, always irritated answers to questions, the rolling eyes or the groaning after a complaint and let's not get started on the countless arguments.

You knew that his job was frustrating, stressful and many more things that can mess up with somebody but you are not at fault for any of those things and yet you were paying for them. You fear this would only make the entire situation worse and you would lose the only family you have left.

It's not after 2 am that Javier arrives to your shared apartment, in the almost two years you and him have been together he had always tried not to arrive home this late, so on the nights that he had succeeded you would wait awake for him and on the nights he would have no other option but to arrive this late you would have fell asleep waiting for him on the couch, but today it was a surprise because there you were at this ungodly hour on the couch but not asleep, instead with a lime blossom infusion in hand.

“Where were you today? I came home for a few hours to have lunch together but you weren't here” that's the first thing he says to you while putting on the coffee table his keys, his satellite phone, his gun, his badge and his sunglasses, not even a hello, or a, what are you doing awake?

“I was running a few errands” you lie, not sure if you could share with him what the doctor had confirmed just yet.

You hear him scoff and when you look at him, he is pouring some whiskey on a glass. “What?” you ask him with confusion painting your face.

“Oh nothing” he answers with a shrug and a lace of sarcasm in his tone “just curious about what those errands are querida (dear)”

You put the cold cup on the coffee table beside his sunglasses and then put your legs on the couch under you, your arms hugging themselves “well umm…” but before you can come up with a fake errand that you´ve been doing earlier on the day, he cuts you off.

“umm… umm…” he mocks your doubt “can think of a lie that fast querida?” he spats at you with slight anger.

You don't know if you´re more confused about how he could have found out or about why he would be so angry at you for it. Sure like you said earlier, it was unplanned and you two had never talked about it before, but you would have expected another reaction from the man you knew and loved. You stand up from the couch quickly with your hands reaching for him.

“Javi, I'm sorry for not telling you before but…” again before you can finish, he cuts you off and takes a step back so you can't reach him.

“¡Claro! (Of course!) Because telling me earlier would make your cheating better, that's exactly why I'm mad!” he say stepping away from your reaching hands and turning around, running a hand through his hair he curses under his breath “Por el amor de Dios… (for fuck´s sake)”

You're taken back by his accusation “Wh-what?” what was he even talking about? Cheating?

“Don't you even dare to try to play the innocent card; the whole sudden glowing thing that even Steve keeps complimenting you about, the weird whispering phone calls on the evenings, the sudden errands that you can't even explain today” he runs a hand over his face with a frustrated groan “is your little “friend” from work isn´t it? Carlos is his name i think”

Still in some kind of shock from this out of the blue accusation, you stare at his angry face for a few seconds before answering “Carlos? Javi even if i was cheating, which i'm not, it would definitely not be with him, he's…” you sigh “he's not into women…”

“Well if not him then with who, i deserve to at least know that” he demands.

“No one, Javi, I'm not cheating on you, I know those things you said can be seen like I am but I promise I'm not” you try to reach for him again but he grabs your wrist before you can.

“Oh so since the innocent card didn't work, now you´re trying to play the “you´re imagining things” one?” he scoffs and his grip on your wrist tightens.

“Javi you're drunk” you have been able to smell the alcohol in him since he came through the door “and lately you´ve been too stressed because of work, let's relax, lets go to sleep and talk about this on the morning, please” you look into his eyes “por favor Javi…(please Javi…)”

He shakes his head “No, you´re not putting this on me, ni te atrevas (don't even dare), i'm not letting you have all night to come up with all the lies you can so you can trick me in the morning” he pulls you towards him by the wrist he has on his hold, then he grips your jaw with his free hand making you look at him “just fucking confess already” you put a hand on his chest to try to push him back.

“Javier you're hurting me…” you try to reason with him to let go of you.

“Cariño, i can assure you, you've hurt me more with your lies” you can see his eyes turn a dark color.

“I-I'll tell you” you try to let your words out with his hand constricting your jaw and cheeks “I'll tell you where i´ve been today” he almost seems surprised by it.

He finally lets go of your face to let you say what he thinks will be a confession of adultery “I was at the gynecologist”

He scoff and shakes his head “i said no more fucking lies!!” he raises his voice a little.

“You can call the office as soon as they open if you don't believe me” you say with a shaky voice, feeling fear for the first time in the presence of Javier “she'll tell you all about the pregnancy” you finally say with a hint of venom in your words.

Immediately, you can feel his hand and grip leave you; he takes a step back, leaving your personal space, you can see a million thoughts passing through his eyes, like he is connecting all of the dots.

“P…pregnancy?” he talks out loud but you see that it's not towards you but to the thick air, then his eyes connect with you again, an expression of confusion, fear, regret and sadness mixing in his face “you're pregnant?” his voice comes out as a breathy whisper.

You can only nod while you finally let your tears fall from your eyes. Javi can feel his heart ripping apart, sobering up in a second, the truth sinking in him.

Now that his grip on you is not longer, you rub at the wrist he had gripped so hard that now it was red. You see him still standing there in shock, you take that opportunity to make a beeline to your purse, taking it to the bedroom where you put in it a few clothing items and some underwear, then you quickly put on some shoes.

When you walk out into the living room, he's still there, looking at the wall behind the couch, you walk in front of him towards the front door; your passing in front of his eyes makes him snap out of his trance, his eyes following you now.

“Baby…” his voice now soft, apologetic “I…I…I´m so sorry” he apologizes looking at his hands like they don't belong to his body “I don't…I shouldn't have…” he tries to step towards you and reach for you but you instinctively step back, a hand finding home on your lower stomach and your eyes closing hard.

He feels like a monster, like the worst human being to walk this earth, for a moment he even thinks more highly of Escobar than himself. He feels shame and guilt eat him from the inside.

“Please baby lets just talk, I'm really sorry, please…” you can see for the first time, since you guys met, tears in his eyes.

“Please don't…I can't” you shake your head again and again while tears fall from your eyes and snot leaves your nose,

He watches you turn and leave the apartment, he falls to his knees, looking at his hands again while he lets the tears finally fall from his eyes, his heart breakin in a million pieces, and anger for himself building on his chest.

Next chapter

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La chanson Time to Say Goodbye Con te partirò d'Andrea Bocelli et Sarah Brightman est une belle ballade sur le fait de dire au revoir à quelqu'un avant de partir pour un voyage personnel. La chanson exprime la tristesse des adieux et la difficulté de laisser quelqu'un derrière soi, mais aussi l'espoir de s'embarquer dans un voyage de découverte de soi. Les paroles suggèrent de souhaiter le meilleur pour l'autre personne tout en se consolant dans le fait qu'ils seront à nouveau réunis. Le refrain de "Time to say goodbye" souligne la douleur de devoir dire au revoir, mais aussi la joie d'avoir pu partager un moment spécial ensemble, un moment qui restera dans leur mémoire pendant longtemps

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Platonic Dazai x younger sister! Reader who's sassy

Oh yes this is so sweet I cannot. He would defo be such a sweet/ annoying brother tho. Also this takes place after the Ada finds out that Dazai worked with the Mafia. Enjoy♡♡

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𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff♡/ Kunikida's pov to enhance the silly

Kunikida entered the office that Monday morning only to find everyone gathered in a big circle around the couch.

"What the...?" he mumbled to himself as he approached his colleagues, half hoping that Dazai didn't have anything to do with whatever was going on.

But of course he did. The young detective brought you, his little sister, to work with him.

"Isn't she absolutely adorable?" cooed Dazai as he pinched your cheek, causing you to frown.

"What am I, twelve?" you replied in an annoyed voice, rolling your eyes.

Kunikida stopped right next to Dazai, shooting him a death glare.

"I wasn't aware it was 'bring your little sibling at work day', Dazai"

"Aww Kunikida san but she asked me to take her with me. She wanted to see you." he said with a wicked smile.

"I never said that, flat ass" you snapped, a pink blush tinting your cheeks. "I just need help with my Maths homework that's all."

"But I could've helped you"

"As if. You didn't even go to school" you said with a provoking smirk but your brother didn't reply, instead turning to Kunikida.

"So can you help her? I'd be most grateful"

Kunikida looked at you for a brief moment. You looked almost like Dazai: the same wavy chestnut hair and brown eyes, but you were a bit thinner and shorter and your arms weren't covered up by bandages.

"Sure. I guess I could. I have a small window in my schedule and-"

"See little one?" chimed Dazai in as he ruffled your hair "Told you he'd help"

"I'm 17, flat ass. I'm not little anymore" you cried out, causing Ranpo to chuckle.

"Hey my ass is not flat" said your brother in the same tone as yours.

"I'd agree with you but then we'd both be wrong"

"Wow she's a feisty one" spoke Yosano between chuckles "I like her."

Dazai's eyes narrowed playfully upon hearing your remark "Very well then, so be it. If you think you're such a big girl why don't you recite the 26th page of your diary? It's about your crush on-"

All the blood in your face drained when you heard your brother talk and you quickly jumped off the couch, covering his mouth with your hands.

"You wouldn't dare."

He smirked, removing your quivering fingers "Oh I would"

"Then I'll hide your bandages"

"Then I'll take your laptop for a day" he said back

"I'll pour soy sauce in your shoes and wet all your socks every morning" you pressed, a glimmer of mischief in your eyes.

"Then I'll tell your Physics teacher about how you cheated on your finals last year."

Your face contorted in a pained expression but you still wouldn't back away. "Then... I'll invite you know who (us, the readers, know it's Chuya👀) to dinner at our place."

Your brother opened his mouth to say something but then immediately closed it, a smile rising to his lips. "Alright smart ass, you won. Now go at my desk and do your homework ok?"

With a proud smirk on your face you nodded, taking your tote bag from the couch and languidly making your way to his desk. You opened your English books, turned on your headphones and began working on your assignments; from time to time, you tapped the sleeve of your mechanical pencil in the rhythm of the song you were listening to.

The others went on with their duties too, leaving only Dazai and Kunikida next to the couch.

"She sure is a lot like you, Dazai." said the latter as he arranged his glasses.

"Well, what can I say." replied Dazai. "I tried to keep her away from the Port Mafia as much as I could, you know. To actually give her a chance in life but I guess she did end up a lot like me in some ways." He sighed "I'm really proud of her tho."

Kunikida only chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest.

"You know, maybe that's not a bad thing. That's she a lot like you. Plus, despite you she's hardworking."

"Aww Kunukida san did you just compliment me?" With that, Dazai was back to his normal self and the other man frowned, turning on his heels and marching towards his desk.

"I'll help her later with the homework. Go take care of your missions now"

"Suuure Kunikida san" added the brunette. His eyes slid to you again; you'd already written half a page. When you looked up to meet his gaze, you mouthed a silent "What, flat ass?", which made him chuckle. Waving you off, he walked towards the door, his heart swelling with pride and love for you. Dazai never had much of a family, but he sure was happy that you wound up being his little sister.

[makeitmingi]

The Cat and Dog Game [Chapter 15]

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comedy

Pairing: Yunho x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Chef!Reader, RestaurantOwner!Yunho, MaitreD!Hongjoong, Waiter!Yeosang, Waiter!San, Waiter!Mingi, SousChef!Seonghwa, SousChef!Wooyoung, PrepChef!Jongho

Summary: Yunho's dream was to open and run his own restaurant. But he doesn't know anything when it comes to cooking. Until you came along and accepted the job, bringing with you a small crew. How will the black cat tame the energetic golden retriever?

Word count: 3.2K

When Yunho walked in, he was surprised to see just Seonghwa, Wooyoung and Jongho there. You were not to be seen anywhere. From the looks of it, Seonghwa had taken over your head chef duties temporarily, instructing other other two on their tasks for the morning bakes.

"Morning." Yunho greeted, emerging from the locker room after having put his things down. The 3 returned the greeting, turning back to what they were doing.

No doubt, with one person down, they were busy and needed to keep up the pace to deliver on time.

"Is (y/n) coming in late?" Yunho asked as he went to wash his hands.

"No. She's not coming in at all today." Wooyoung replied as he was pouring the cake batter into the cake pans. Yunho stopped for a while, why were you not coming into work today?

"She's sick." Seonghwa informed on your behalf, not offering a lot of added information.

"Oh, I'll step in and help then. The others should be in soon to set up out front." Yunho said. He was to the locker room to retrieve his apron, tying it around his waist and pulling his sleeves up. He came to assist Seonghwa.

"Is she okay?" Yunho asked as he helped measure out the ingredients accoridng to the recipe card. Jongho would have to step up to sous today so Yunho did the prep work.

"She's fine. I'll check on her after this." Seonghwa replied.

"Yunho, can you help me get more vanilla paste from the dry store?" Wooyoung requested.

"Sure thing." Yunho went to the pantry. In the few moments he was there, he couldn't help but feel sad that he wouldn't see you today or work with you.

At the same time, he was worried about you. Should he text you or visit you to see how you were doing?

"Yunho?"

"C-Coming!" Yunho grabbed what Wooyoung needed and left the pantry, passing it over to him. As the rest of the boys came, Yunho instructed them to set up outside while he helped in the kitchen.

"San? Do you have an extra pair of hands?" Yunho asked. San turning to Mingi, who nodded, assuring the other that he could manage setting up the barista counter on his own. San came in, washing his hands and going to help Wooyoung. Yunho briefly stepped out to make sure that everyone was fine outside.

"Where's (y/n)?" Yeosang asked as he cleaned the mugs and stacked them onto the shelves.

"She's sick. That's why the kitchen team needs someone there. So for today, if anyone is confident and available to help out, please volunteer in the kitchen." Yunho spoke.

"Sure. Although, I think it'll be between San and Mingi. For safety, I shall not volunteer." Hongjoong chuckled.

"Agreed." Mingi said, making Hongjoong threaten to punch him.

The kitchen team was fine. They operated as usual, your absence did not hinder them or delay them. Plus, San was able to help out with small things.

"I'll bring this out on my way." San said, taking the trays of muffins out to display to prepare for the store opening,

"Can you two manage? Then I'll start on mise en place for tonight to save us time." Jongho asked.

"Go ahead." Seonghwa nodded. Jongho began preparing the yakumi mise en place containers that had chopped garlic, spring onions, soy sauce, salt, pepper and other things that the chef might need at the stove or their preparation counter.

"I'll need butter." Wooyoung raised his hand. Jongho put the butter into one of the small metal containers for Wooyoung.

"Seonghwa hyung, any specific requests?" Jongho asked.

"Let me check." Seonghwa took his phone out to see what the menu was for tonight. You had discussed with them last night what the dinner menu would be.

"Chives. There's a lot of chive garnishes tonight." Seonghwa replied, scrolling to make sure he did not miss anything out.

"Okay. I'll fill the oil containers as well." Jongho chopped the chives and covered them in plastic wrap.

"Those look heavy, let me help." Yeosang came in, seeing Jongho lift the oil drums to fill the oil bottles. He filled the grapeseed oil bottles while Jongho did the olive oil bottles.

"Shall I bring those out?" Yeosang pointed to the tray of pastries.

"Yes, please. Careful, they might still be hot." Wooyoung cautioned. Yeosang nodded and brought out the tray.

'Hey! I heard you're sick. Are you feeling alright? - Yunho'

Yunho sent you the message before tucking his phone back into his pocket and going ahead to open the restaurant for the day. He greeted the customers with a kind, charming smile. Being a Friday, there were quite some customers already waiting to get their coffee and morning treat.

"Please wait for collection over at the end of the counter." Yunho smiled after returning the change back to the customer. He waved for Hongjoong to take over.

"Do you need any help?" Yunho asked, entering the kitchen.

"We're good. Thanks for helping and rotating with the others to help us, Yunho." Seonghwa smiled.

"Let me make you guys some drinks. Remember to stay hydrated." Yunho reminded, going out to make the regular drinks of the kitchen team. Just as he brought them in, Seonghwa's phone rang.

"Thanks, Yunho. Just leave it there... Hey, (y/n). Hang on." Seonghwa said, stepping into the locker room to speak to you.

Yunho curiously checked his phone. You had read his message but hadn't replied. He couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. However, maybe you just woke up and the first thing you did was call Seonghwa to check in.

"Bye." Seonghwa told you and hung up. He noticed Yunho's anticipative stare on him.

"She's fine, Yunho." Seonghwa assured with a small smile, knowing that the taller was anxiously worried. Yunho let out the breath he didn't even know he was holding.

"T-That's good." Yunho smiled. He bowed his head and went back out.

*BZZ BZZ*

'Apologies for taking a sudden day off. - (y/n)'

'Don't apologise! Sickness just happens out of nowhere, no one can ever plan for it :) I hope you're resting well and feeling better!! Take all the time you need! - Yunho'

Yunho read over the message he sent you, he hoped he wasn't too overly enthusiastic. A small smile appeared on his lips, he was glad that you replied. Even if you didn't tell him what happened.

Looking over at your phone, seeing Yunho's reply, you sighed, deciding not to reply for now. You didn't know why you felt bad for lying to him. Maybe because you could tell he was genuinely worried for you. But you swallowed whatever feeling you had and focused on what was happening in front of you.

"So (y/n), where are you working now?" The question that was suddenly thrown at you was unexpected.

"What?" You blinked, looking up.

"We asked where you were working at now? Why are you so distracted? Pay attention." Your father frowned. Your eyes moved to your stepmother.

"I'm working at a new restaurant that just opened. There's no fixed concept." You replied.

"A start up? How did you go from working at the top kitchens to a start up?" Your father scoffed.

"A great opportunity appeared so I decided to take it. Seonghwa, Wooyoung and Jongho are working with me. The environment there is good." You said.

"Seonghwa is the Park's younger son, right?" Your stepmother asked. You nodded in confirmation. She always asked, for some reason, even though the answer never changed.

"You're always floating around. It doesn't look good on your rep sheet. You should find a high end place, settle there and work." Your father lectured. You sighed, why was there suddenly so much focus on you when they never cared?

"I like changes in pace and environment, dad. It gets stagnant when I stay in a place for too long." You spoke calmly.

"You've always been so fickle. Just like your mother." He clicked his tongue in disapproval. You clenched your fists, hating the way he spoke about your mother, like he had never loved her.

"Oh, honey. Don't say that. She was still (y/n)'s mother." Your stepmother said.

It was all a facade. To seem like she was nice to her stepchild, when all she did was put her own son on a pedestal.

"That aside, I'm assuming you and Seonghwa will be attending the charity gala, right?" Your stepmother still had her fake smile plastered on her face.

"I am." You nodded.

"That's good. It's a shame that (y/b/n) [your brother's name] cannot make it." She said sadly.

"True, but all our friends and acquaintance know that he's busy studying surgery in the US. It's understandable." Your father reached over to pat the back of her hand with a chuckle. You were glad that attention was off you and instead, on someone who wasn't even around. You didn't care, preferring they ignore you.

When your mother was still alive, your father was a different person. You were his treasure, his world. But when your mother passed, your father became so cold to you, like he hated you.

It became worse when he brought in your stepmother and stepbrother. You were completely ignored, forgotten.

Your stepbrother was studying to be a surgeon in the US. He was your parents' star child now. You, who pursued culinary, was the black sheep.

"Have you made things official with Seonghwa yet?" Your stepmother asked.

"No. As I've said before, we're just close friends. We will not be together." You frowned.

"But it doesn't seem nice that you're always around him, relying on him and hanging out with him when you don't have the intention of getting together with him." She shook her head.

"We're living in the 21st century. And we've been friends for way longer than you have been here so don't act like you can make decisions in our friendship." You said. Your father slammed his hands onto the table.

"(y/n), that's no way to speak to your mother." Your father scolded.

"No, it's my fault. I shouldn't have overstepped." She said, like the poor victim that she was.

Both you and Seonghwa came from families of similar status so it was easier to go to functions together instead of having to find a 'date' to accompany you.

"If you want to be introduced to someone, I have some friends who have sons that are single." She giggled.

"I'm good." You replied, picking at your food.

"Your mother is just trying to help, (y/n). At your age, you should find a partner and settle down. Or at least, date." Your father told you, sipping his wine.

"What's with wanting me to settle, dad? Settle at a restaurant, settle in a relationship?" You sighed.

"Because you're never going to get stability in your life if you keep going on the way you are going, (y/n). You can't keep living like this. Or else you're never going to succeed in life. And your stepmother is right, you are holding Seonghwa back from meeting a potential partner for the Park family." He said.

"Until now, with everything I have done, I still haven't succeeded in your eyes?" You asked, ignoring what he said about Seonghwa.

"Not at all." He replied firmly, his gaze hard and cold. You pursed your lips, thinking what to do.

"I'm taking my leave now. I'll see you both at the gala." You stood up despite your stepmother's fake protests of concern. As you exited the private room of the restaurant, you took your phone out.

"You are holding Seonghwa back."

With your father's words fresh in your head, you decided not to text Seonghwa, even if you told him you would after the lunch with your parents.

"Take a walk." You told yourself with a long sigh, you wished you had your hoodie to isolate you but you were dressed a little more formally, an expectation of you when meeting your family.

"(y/n)?" You stopped when you heard someone call your name. You looked up and saw Hongjoong standing there. He looked surprised, eyes looking at you, probably judging the way that you were dressed. You stared at him.

"Are you alright?" He tilted his head, eyes full of concern. Even if you didn't say anything, Hongjoong could sense that you were upset.

"I'm fine." You replied. You saw the art supply bags in his hands, he was probably going to his studio.

"Yunho said you were sick, that's why you weren't there in the morning and that you weren't coming tonight..." He said. You grimaced, were you caught in a lie?

"Are you sure you're okay? Should I call Seonghwa or-" Hongjoong offered. Your eyes widened.

"No need." You cut him off. Realising how unintentionally harsh you might have sounded, you cleared your throat.

"So, I'm actually headed to my studio if you would like to come hang. No obligations, just a place a chill." Hongjoong offered kindly. You knew you should have said no.

"Sure." You nodded. Hongjoong smiled softly and led you to his studio. The two of you walked in silence. To be honest, you didn't look sick and considering how you were dressed up, it looked like you had just went out. But it wasn't his place to question you, especially when he could tell you're going through something.

You agreed to go with Hongjoong because you needed a distraction and you didn't want to be alone. If Hongjoong could take your mind off the conflict with your family, it would help you relax.

"Wow." You entered the studio space. Two entire walls were floor to ceiling windows, letting in a lot of light.

"Sorry about the mess. I don't usually have people over." Hongjoong said in embarrassment.

"It's fine, not as bad as you think. Thank you for letting me into your private space." You bowed your head. Hongjoong stared at you before he burst out laughing.

"(y/n), relax. It's all good." He chuckled, putting the supplies he just got down at his desk.

"Sorry, what do you do again?" You asked, forgetting what he told you before.

"I recreate fashion items. Like shoes. I'll buy sneakers and repaint them or redesign them. But right now, I'm working with different kinds of jackets." He explained, pulling a stool for you to sit.

"Let me show you some stuff I have been working on more recently. I mainly work based of commissions for now or smaller content creators for collaboration projects." Hongjoong dragged over a clothes rack with jackets on them.

"These are amazing." You said, lifting one of the leather jackets up to see the design. Then you moved onto the denim jacket.

"The stitching is a little messy. I usually hand stitch but I'm learning how to use a sewing machine instead." He chuckled, pointing at the fabric arm band he added on.

"I would never be able to do this, I don't have the talent for such art." You said.

"Art comes in many different forms. Your art is in your cooking, I wouldn't even think of recreating a dish of yours." He said.

"Thanks for thinking so highly of me." You let out a bitter laugh. That wasn't supposed to come out so sarcastically but you couldn't help the feeling your father had left you with.

"You're doing great, (y/n). Ignore what others say." Hongjoong smiled.

"Please don't let me keep you away from your work. There's only so much time before you have to return for dinner service." You avoided the topic, wanting to move from it entirely. Hongjoong hummed, moving around his studio. You watched as he sketched out ideas on a paper before doing it on a scrap fabric.

*RINGGGGG*

"Sorry." You stood up and moved to the side to take the call. It was Seonghwa. As expected, he was worried that you hadn't called him or contacted him.

"No, the lunch ended.... Or rather, I ended it." You said, leaning against the wall, letting out a sigh.

"Are you okay? You didn't text or call me... Who am I kidding? You're not okay. Where are you now? Do you want me to get you?"

"No, Hwa. I'm okay now. I bumped into Hongjoong so I'm hanging out at his studio now. Don't worry about me, I'll head home in a bit. Just needed a distraction." You said.

"Wait, you're with Hongjoong? Never mind that. (y/n), tell me what's wrong."

"We'll talk after dinner service, alright? Don't be distracted by me." You rubbed your forehead.

"We are definitely talking after this. Get some rest."

You hummed before hanging up. Maybe you should have just headed home and turned off your phone. You hated how after so long, your father's words still got to you and affected you. Taking a deep breath, you straightened up and headed back to where Hongjoong was.

"Everything good?" Hongjoong tilted his head, seeing the slight sour expression on your face.

"I'm not feeling too good. I think I should head home. But thanks for bringing me and the chat." You plastered on a fake smile as you grabbed your bag.

"Want me to take you to a doctor? Or send you home?" He asked.

"No need. I can just take a cab. Thanks again, Hongjoong." You patted his shoulder and walked out of the studio.

During dinner service, Yunho listened from the pass window, Wooyoung and Jongho asking Seonghwa how you were or if he has heard from you. He felt bad for eavesdropping but he was curious.

"I spoke to her on the phone for a bit. I'm going to see her after work. You know how she gets..." Seonghwa sighed.

"Want us to go too?" Wooyoung offered.

"It's okay. I'll go see how she is first. She didn't sound too good on the phone." Seonghwa replied.

"Promise you'll tell us how she is." Jongho said. Seonghwa hummed in reply. Yunho pouted slightly, he grew increasingly worried about you. Maybe he was overstepping but he felt compelled to go visit you at your house and see how you were. But if Seonghwa was going, Yunho knew he shouldn't go.

"Hey, Seonghwa. Are you going to see (y/n)?" Yunho was surprised to hear Hongjoong entered the conversation. The shorter must not have seen Yunho standing by the pass window.

"Yeah. After work. What's up?" Seonghwa asked.

"She left this at my studio when she was there earlier. Help me return it to her?" Hongjoong presumably passed something to Seonghwa.

"I will. Thank you. And thanks for accompanying her earlier." Seonghwa said.

"No need to thank. What are friends for?" Hongjoong chuckled before leaving the kitchen. Yunho's eyes widened as he overheard this conversation. You were physically with Hongjoong earlier, at his studio?

What was your relationship with him that you met him outside of work, especially when you took a sick day?

His mind raced with possibly theories and reasons. He hadn't even noticed that you were that close with Hongjoong. And most importantly, why was there an ache in Yunho's chest at the thought of you being closer to Hongjoong compared to him?

~

Series masterlist

[e642]

C'est bientôt la rentrée et comme je suis dans un gouffre sans fond de désespoir et de mollesse, je vais dresser une liste de choses qu'il faut que je fasse avant l'entrée en 2025, dans l'ordre chronologique (bon ya des trucs qui sont pas faciles à situer donc je vais voir où les mettre):

- Tout bien refaire mes fiches d'organisation et trier mon ordinateur (mon côté psychorigide revient au galop après 3 mois de déchéance)

- Rappeler tous les cons qui veulent pas répondre à mes demande de stages (ça fait bcp d'appels pour quelqu'un qui déteste appeler même ses parents, son mec ou ses potes, d'ailleurs ça fait qq années que j'ai instauré un safe word d'appel, si quelqu'un m'envoie un message où il y a écrit "courgette" c'est que l'appel est important et mérite que je le prenne, mais si c'est pas une urgence vitale en général ça m'énerve)

- Avoir mon permis (je suis à 2 ans de conduite, 2000€ de dépensé, des litres de larmes et de mascara, il est temps que ça cesse ce calvaire)

- Donner mon sang tous les deux mois et donc prendre rdv prochainement en septembre (faut que je reprenne du poids du coup parce qu'à 43kg je doute de survivre même si j'ai pu montrer une certaine résistance à la perte de sang dans mes années mutilation)

- Prendre rdv chez le médecin (que je comprenne pourquoi j'ai envie de vomir tout le temps, pourquoi j'ai mal aux reins, pourquoi je suis fatiguée, pourquoi je saigne pas pendant 2 mois puis après 6L en 2 jours et un petit test IST pour voir s'il reste une once de respect de mon mec à mon égard)

- Trouver un stage (par pitié acceptez-moi en stage que je ne sois pas obligée de demander les EHPAD, jme sens déjà bien trop en fin de vie pour faire un stage en soins palliatifs)

- Essayer d'instaurer des repas variés, à intervalles réguliers et un petit dej solide (non parce que c plus possible de manger un bout de salade par jour quand je suis stressée)

- Diminuer le RedBull (passer de 1/j à 1 tous les deux jours, on en est à ce stade d'addiction oui)

- Essayer de diminuer la clope (pas de volonté réelle pour le moment donc ça m'étonnerait)

- Faire du Yoga 1x par jour ou tous les deux jours et peut-être reprendre la course, ou m'inscrire à l'escalade (par contre 250€ une licence, pour ce prix, j'espère que le massage des mollets est inclus)

- Manquer le moins de cours possible et essayer de maintenir un 13.5 de moyenne, c'est le dernier semestre faut se bouger le fion

- Aller au cinéma au moins 2 fois par mois au.pire et 1 fois par semaine au mieux (pour maintenir la culture cinématographique que je Fake depuis des mois)

- Me séparer de mon copain (à moins d'un miracle et d'une prise de conscience rapide et profonde, ça me paraît malheureusement inévitable, ce qui veut dire me préparer à une rupture...)

- M'inscrire dans une association (parce que c'est intéressant mais surtout parce que je vais pouvoir dire dans mes lettres aux masters "eh regardez jsuis peut-être une merde en cours mais j'aide les enfants qui se font harceler a l'école prenez moi")

- Restée moins confinée dans mon appartement (aller respirer, marcher, chier, peu importe mais dehors, comme ça ça réduit les moments de vide et de grattage compulsif)

Bon déjà ce sera pas mal ça en vrai, je rajouterai bien trouver une manière de me faire de l'argent facilement mais à moins de dealer, ça me paraît pas très faisable, après pas vu pas pris comme on dit hm

[lisaalmeida]

Ma nuit est comme un grand cœur qui bat.

Il est trois heures trente du matin.

Ma nuit est sans lune.

Ma nuit a de grands yeux qui regardent fixement une lumière grise filtrer par les fenêtres.

Ma nuit pleure et l’oreiller devient humide et froid.

Ma nuit est longue et longue et longue et semble toujours s’étirer vers une fin incertaine.

Ma nuit me précipite dans ton absence.

Je te cherche, je cherche ton corps immense à côté de moi, ton souffle, ton odeur.

Ma nuit me répond : vide ; ma nuit me donne froid et solitude.

Je cherche un point de contact : ta peau. Où es-tu ? Où es-tu ?

Je me tourne dans tous les sens, l’oreiller humide, ma joue s’y colle, mes cheveux mouillés contre mes tempes.

Ce n’est pas possible que tu ne sois pas là.

Ma tête erre, mes pensées vont, viennent et s’écrasent, mon corps ne peut pas comprendre.

Mon corps te voudrait.

Mon corps, cet aléa mutilé, voudrait un moment s’oublier dans ta chaleur, mon corps appelle quelques heures de sérénité.

Ma nuit est un cœur en serpillière.

Ma nuit sait que j’aimerais te regarder, chaque courbe de ton corps, reconnaître ton visage et le caresser.

Ma nuit m’étouffe du manque de toi.

Ma nuit palpite d’amour, celui que j’essaie d’endiguer mais qui palpite dans la pénombre, dans chacune de mes fibres.

Ma nuit voudrait bien t’appeler mais elle n’a pas de voix.

Elle voudrait t’appeler pourtant et te trouver et se serrer contre toi un moment et oublier ce temps qui massacre.

Mon corps ne peut pas comprendre.

Il a autant besoin de toi que moi, peut-être qu’après tout lui et moi ne formons qu’un.

Mon corps a besoin de toi, souvent tu m’as presque guérie.

Ma nuit se creuse jusqu’à ne plus sentir la chair et le sentiment devient plus fort, plus aigu, dénué de la substance matérielle.

Ma nuit me brûle d’amour.

Il est quatre heures du matin.

Ma nuit m’épuise.

Elle sait bien que tu me manques et toute son obscurité ne suffit pas pour cacher cette évidence.

Cette évidence brille comme une lame dans le noir.

Ma nuit voudrait avoir des ailes qui voleraient jusqu’à toi, t’envelopperaient dans ton sommeil et te ramèneraient à moi.

Dans ton sommeil, tu me sentirais près de toi et tes bras m’enlaceraient sans que tu te réveilles.

Ma nuit ne porte pas conseil.

Ma nuit pense à toi, rêve éveillé.

Ma nuit s’attriste et s’égare.

Ma nuit accentue ma solitude, toutes mes solitudes.

Son silence n’entend que mes voix intérieures.

Ma nuit est longue et longue et longue.

Ma nuit aurait peur que le jour n’apparaisse jamais plus mais à la fois ma nuit craint son apparition, parce que le jour est un jour artificiel où chaque heure compte double et sans toi n’est plus vraiment vécue.

Ma nuit se demande si mon jour ne ressemble pas à ma nuit. Ce qui expliquerait pourquoi je redoute le jour aussi.

Ma nuit a envie de m’habiller et de me pousser dehors pour aller cherche mon homme.

Mais ma nuit sait que ce que l’on nomme folie, de tout ordre, sème-désordre, est interdit.

Ma nuit se demande ce qui n’est pas interdit.

Il n’est pas interdit de faire corps avec elle, ça, elle le sait. Mais elle s’offusque de voir une chair faire corps avec elle au fil de la désespérance. Une chair n’est pas faite pour épouser le néant.

Ma nuit t’aime de toute sa profondeur, et de ma profondeur elle résonne aussi.

Ma nuit se nourrit d’échos imaginaires. Elle, elle le peut. Moi. j’échoue.

Ma nuit m’observe. Son regard est lisse et se coule dans chaque chose.

Ma nuit voudrait que tu sois là pour se couler en toi aussi avec tendresse.

Ma nuit t’espère. Mon corps t’attend.

Ma nuit voudrait que tu reposes au creux de mon épaule et que je me repose au creux de la tienne.

Ma nuit voudrait être voyeur de ta jouissance et de la mienne, te voir et me voir trembler de plaisir.

Ma nuit voudrait voir nos regards et avoir nos regards chargés de désir.

Ma nuit voudrait tenir entre ses mains chaque spasme.

Ma nuit se ferait douce.

Ma nuit gémit en silence sa solitude au souvenir de toi.

Ma nuit est longue et longue et longue.

Elle perd la tête mais ne peut éloigner ton image de moi, ne peut engloutir mon désir.

Elle se meurt de ne pas te savoir là et me tue.

Ma nuit te cherche sans cesse.

Mon corps ne parvient pas à concevoir que quelques rues ou une quelconque géographie nous séparent.

Mon corps devient flou de douleur de ne pouvoir reconnaître au milieu de ma nuit ta silhouette ou ton ombre.

Mon corps voudrait t’embrasser dans ton sommeil.

Mon corps voudrait en pleine nuit dormir et dans ces ténèbres être réveillé parce que tu l’embrasserais.

Ma nuit ne connaît pas de rêve plus beau que celui-là.

Ma nuit hurle et déchire ses voiles, ma nuit se cogne à son propre silence, mais ton corps reste introuvable. Tu me manques tant. Et tes mots. Et ta couleur.

Le jour va bientôt se lever.

- Frida Kahlo, Lettre à Diego Rivera (12 septembre 1939)

[hedgehog-moss]

Bonjour, Mon rêve absolu est d'habiter à la campagne, dans un endroit très isolé et sans voisins. Mais j'ai la phobie des chasseurs, et je ne sais pas comment je vais faire pour les supporter. Je randonne beaucoup en campagne, et j'en croise énormément, ou bien je me retrouve au milieu de battues (je suis pourtant sur des circuits de rando). Je vois des amorces de cartouche près des maisons, aussi. Bref, je me demandais : comment fais-tu avec eux ? Merci pour ton blog, si beau et reposant ! <3<3

Salut :) Je compatis vraiment, la chasse est une plaie... Ils sont censés disposer des panneaux 'battue en cours' mais pareil je croise souvent des chasseurs & chiens en forêt sans avoir vu le moindre panneau. (Une fois j'ai vu un chasseur en train d'installer tranquillement son panneau à 100m de chez moi – j'ai été le voir en mode faudrait peut-être songer à pas se foutre du monde et il a dit qu'il ne s'était pas rendu compte qu'il était si près, alors qu'on voyait ma maison depuis l'endroit où il mettait le panneau...)

Ils aiment bien prétendre être l'ultime rempart entre l'honnête citoyen et une incontrôlable invasion de sangliers mais j'ai dû batailler pendant un an pour qu'ils arrêtent de poser des tonneaux pleins de maïs dans mes bois pour attirer les sangliers, donc bon. Arrêtez de les gaver déjà ? Ils élèvent aussi des faisans pour les mettre en liberté la veille d'une battue, les pauvres pitchouns n'ont aucun instinct de survie (se laissent approcher sans problème, errent au milieu des routes d'un air paumé...), ça doit être aussi gratifiant que de chasser des poulets de batterie. C'est vraiment le sketch des Inconnus où ils arrivent avec leur propre galinette et se mettent à quatre pour lui tirer dessus dès qu'elle sort de sa cage.

Bref je n'ai pas vraiment de solution, j'imagine que les options se résument à : 1. Parler de ta problématique aux maires des communes quand tu en seras à prospecter, pour savoir s'il y a des espaces protégés ou plus sûrs — sur les hauts plateaux derrière chez moi il doit y avoir peu de gibier par rapport aux coteaux boisés, je n'y vois jamais de chasseurs par ex 2. S'adapter comme les chevreuils pour devenir un animal nocturne et faire ses balades la nuit. Bon personnellement j'adore me balader la nuit, il y a plein d'animaux sauvages et de beaux ciels étoilés, mais c'est vrai qu'on ne profite pas trop des paysages ! 3. Ne se balader que chez soi de septembre à mars, si on possède un terrain avec quelques champs ou une parcelle de forêt, puisqu'on peut faire interdire la chasse dans les terrains privés (c'est pas foolproof mais à force de râler on y arrive...), et ne s'aventurer plus loin que hors saison :/ 4. j'allais ajouter : s'installer à proximité d'un parc naturel ou une forêt protégée, mais je viens de vérifier et apparemment la chasse est quand même autorisée dans la plupart de ces zones >< J'ai une forêt protégée près de chez moi où chasse & exploitation sont interdites, mais ça doit être au cas par cas pour savoir ce qui est autorisé ou pas dans une forêt donnée, et les autorisations peuvent changer (comme dans le parc naturel du Vercors je crois où ils avaient interdit puis ré-autorisé puis ré-interdit la chasse en l'espace de 3 ans...)

Pandolf a horreur des chiens de chasse et il entend les battues bien avant moi et ça le fait grommeler, donc avoir un chien peut aider, au moins pour être alertée de la présence de chasseurs à proximité, surtout les jours de mauvaise visibilité. Je me souviens d'une fois où il s'était mis à grogner sans que je sache pourquoi (on était chez nous), je vais voir au fond du pré et au bout d'un moment j'entends un coup de fusil au loin et c'était un jour de brouillard épais où on ne voyait pas à cinq mètres, faut vraiment être un branquignol pour chasser dans ces conditions... Mais même si on arrive à mettre la main sur un interlocuteur auprès de qui se plaindre on reçoit en gros le message "ah oui c'est pas très autorisé ça mais bon ma bonne dame faudra vous y faire, vous êtes à la campagne, y'a des chasseurs"

[d1xonss]

Desert Rose

Chapter 54 ~ Claimed

✧ Pairing : Daryl Dixon x Rose

✧ Era : Season 4

✧ Word Count : 6.3k

In this chapter ~ When Rick's small group plans ahead for their next expedition, they make it apparent to gather as many supplies as they could before moving on as the search continued. Though just as they thought it was safe enough to let their guard down for only a moment, a group of unexpected guests arrive.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ THIRD PERSON POV *~*~*~*~*~*~*

Rose sat in the dining room with Carl in the early morning, eating some dry cereal to fill their empty stomachs whilst Michonne walked in only moments later to join them at the table. She had changed her clothes considering the amount of walker guts and blood coated her old ones, hanging them up to dry after she washed them. But the shirt she wore now was obviously at least three sizes too big, and Carl couldn't help but laugh a little as she walked into the room. Through Rose noticed his reaction and gently nudged her leg with his under the table to grab his attention.

"Be nice." she scolded lightly.

Michonne shook her head, "No, no, by all means. I want to hear what he has to say about my extremely comfortable and attractive shirt." she spoke as she dramatically smoothed down the material.

Carl was trying to stifle his giggles, glancing back to Rose once more before saying, "No, no, no, it looks...great."

"Mhm," she hummed before taking a seat, grabbing the bag of cereal as she poured herself a bowl, "I wish we had some soy milk."

Carl made a face at that, "Seriously?"

"Yes, seriously." Michonne said.

"Have you ever tried it?" Rose asked him.

He looked back and forth between the two women as he spoke, "Well...my best friend in third grade, he was allergic to dairy. And every day he would bring this soy stuff to lunch. I tried it..."

"And?" Rose asked.

"I threw up." he replied bluntly.

Michonne scoffed but smiled brightly, "Oh yeah right."

"Alright, alright, I almost threw up. But I was like-" he cut off his sentence, beginning to make fake gagging noises that caused Rose and Michonne to laugh at the boys' dramatics.

As Carl went on to express his hate for the product, Rose glanced up to see Michonne still laughing lightly, smiling brighter than she had ever seen from her. It made her wonder if she had a soft spot for the kid, one that she hadn't noticed before. Though it warmed her heart to see her looking so happy to hear the story he told the both of them, having somewhat of a moment of peace.

"It was so gross." the kid continued, "I mean I would literally rather have powdered milk than to have to drink that stuff again. I would rather have Judith's form-" he stopped himself suddenly, looking down towards the table.

Both Rose and Michonne tensed up as well at the brief mention of her. Rose didn't ask any questions when she saw the baby wasn't with them, she assumed that they wouldn't want to talk about it. That they wouldn't want to be reminded of it. The little peanut along with everyone else could very well still be alive so Rose didn't allow herself to dwell on it too much, but it was still a sensitive subject. Knowing that they still somehow lost her among all the destruction.

Rose reached over and squeezed his hand lightly and he looked back up at her with the smallest of smiles, before it slowly faded, "I'm gonna go finish my book...I have a couple chapters left." he muttered quietly before standing up to leave.

A thick silence filled the room after he was gone and Rose just tried to focus on eating her cereal, even if she could feel Michonne's eyes on her as she did so. The two women both ate uncomfortably for a few long minutes, until it was Michonne who broke the silence.

"Do you know what happened?" she asked quietly.

Rose shook her head, "No. I...I didn't want to bring it up." she muttered as she played around with the food in front of her.

Michonne nodded in understanding, "From how quickly he walked out of here...I'm guessing she didn't make it." she said sadly.

"I don't want to think about it." she said, "Breaks my heart even more."

The silence returned after that, both of them lost in thought as they picked at their breakfast, now not as hungry as they once were. Though the two finished around the same time and Rose offered to take Michonne's bowl for her, heading back into the kitchen to just get away for a moment. The thoughts of what could've happened to Judith were now quick to cloud her mind, causing a pit to form in her stomach, not wanting Michonne to see what she was stewing over. But she knew.

Rose stepped into the kitchen, pausing slightly when she saw Rick standing in there instead of upstairs where she last saw him, nodding towards the man before placing the bowls down on the counter. She then leaned up against it, closing her eyes momentarily as she sighed.

"Thank you." he muttered suddenly, causing Rose's eyes to open as she looked at him in confusion, "I heard him laughing in there, almost forgot what that sounded like."

She shook her head lightly, "You don't need to thank me...I'd do anything for that kid just to hear him laugh."

"I know," Rick nodded as he turned to fully face her, "And I'm thankful for that." They smiled briefly at each other before he continued. "I can't uh- I can't be his father and his best friend..." he trailed off.

She smirked, "So, he needs a cool aunt that'll give him whatever he wants." she finished for him.

Rick laughed, "Well, I was going to say something like "he needs you," but I guess you were just more specific about it."

"Yeah, I guess so." she shrugged, "But I'll never stop being there for him."

Rick smiled again, before his eyes focused on something behind her head, turning to see Michonne walking in as she asked what the plan was. Something they all seemed to be curious about. Rick claimed they would all leave with Rose to find Daryl just last night when they discussed, but he still looked pretty beat up, and she didn't want to push him more than he was already pushing himself. But if they didn't leave together, she would possibly have to go out and find him on her own, which pained her to even think about.

"I don't think we can stay here much longer." Michonne spoke.

"We've just been sitting here for days, and we have no idea who could come through the area. We gotta keep moving, head out to find Daryl." Rose suggested.

Michonne turned towards her as she sensed the uneasiness in her tone, "You're not leaving alone to find him," she reassured, turning back toward Rick, "We'll need more supplies. I can take Carl out for a run around here."

"I'll come with." Rick said instantly.

Rose sent him a disapproving look, "You were unconscious the other day."

"But I'm awake today." he said simply.

Michonne shook her head, "We need you strong. Just rest. Just a few more hours and we'll hit the road."

Rose nodded in agreement, "I can stay here with you...just so you aren't alone."

"Alright." Rick finally agreed with a nod of his head.

Michonne wordlessly grabbed her vest from off the countertop and walked out of the kitchen, heading out of the room with the intention to get Carl. Rose turned to face Rick again as she went to speak, but she quickly noticed that his eyes were traveling south as he subtly watched Michonne walk away. Her brows furrowed as she didn't hesitate to reach over to smack him on the back of the head.

"Ow," he muttered, "What was that for?"

She gave him a pointed look, "Oh what, I need to spell it out for you?" she asked ironically.

Rick tilted his head to the side, his eyes narrowing to give her a look. "Oh, uh huh I caught your ass." she emphasized.

The man blinked repeatedly at her, not being able to find the right words to defend himself before he watched her raise her eyebrows up at him knowingly, turning on her heel to exit the room. She made her way down the hall, wanting to catch the two before they left to head out into the neighborhood for one final sweep. Seeing them begin to walk out the front door, she followed close behind onto the porch, wishing them luck before they headed out into the unknown.

"How long do you think you'll be?" Rose asked them.

"We'll fill a couple bags, shouldn't be too long." Michonne replied.

Rose squinted up towards the sun as she raised a hand over her eyes, "I'd say it's about eight right now, you think we could leave by noon?"

Michonne nodded, "Yeah, of course."

She nodded in return, "Be safe." she said as she bid them a goodbye, before slowly making her way back inside.

Once she shut the larger door behind her, she walked back into the kitchen to see that Rick was no longer standing there against the counter. Though right as she was about to call his name through the empty house, she heard him grunt from the other room, quickly jogging over to where the noise came from.

Rick stood there about halfway up the stairs, hunched over as he hugged his middle like he was in pain, his eyes shut tightly. She quickly rushed up the few steps to place a hand on his back, "You okay?" she asked softly.

He stood up, "Yeah...just hit my knee on the railing."

Her worry suddenly vanished as she took her hand away dramatically with a scoff, "Seriously? Don't do that, I thought you were going to pass out or something."

"Sorry," he chuckled, "I should probably head up and change these." he said gesturing to the bandages around his middle.

"Do you want help?" she offered.

He nodded in appreciation, heading up the steps slowly but surely to make their way into the bathroom. Rick sat himself down on the edge of the tub, beginning to undo the buttons on his shirt as Rose crouched down to look through the cupboards. The shelves looked to be almost completely picked clean, leaving only empty pill bottles and a couple tubes of toothpaste.

She pressed her lips together in thought, turning around to the other side to look through the small closet that was tucked away in the corner. Luckily there were more things to offer from in there, bandages along with some hydrogen peroxide to clean and prevent whatever infection the injury could've caused.

She then turned to his direction, eyeing him cautiously as if to ask for permission before he nodded his head. Kneeling down to his level, she carefully peeled the old bandages off, seeing the bruising and small gashes that lingered on his flesh. The man hissed quietly in pain although she tried to be careful, muttering a small apology here and there as she kept going.

"It's okay." he assured, "Having someone else do it makes it easier."

She nodded absentmindedly as she began to pour the peroxide on a clean cloth, "Well, that's why I offered." she muttered as she came in contact with his skin, "Jesus...that asshole really did a number on you."

He groaned at the slight burning sensation, "Yeah..." he quietly agreed, gripping the edge of the tub until his knuckles turned white.

After cleaning it thoroughly and replacing the bandages, Rick rummaged around in one of the bedrooms to find a new clean shirt to wear. Rose watched out of the corner of her eye as he moved to settle onto the mattress, assuming he would want to get some sleep until they had to keep moving. She wordlessly grabbed a book from her backpack that laid on the ground, before turning to give him some quiet.

"Hey, wait." he called out softly, stopping her from moving further.

She turned back, "You need something? Water?" she asked as she stepped back into the room.

"No, but can you just...can you stay here?" he asked. Her brows furrowed a little and he clarified, "It would just make me feel better to know where you are. Please?"

She smiled small at his sweetness, "Oh, you know I can't say no to you, Ricky." she teased.

He chuckled lightly, "Thanks Rosie."

She moved back over towards the bed, sitting down upright on the other side of the mattress as he rested his head further onto the pillow. The silence finally took over, Rose pulling out the book to begin to read as he slept for as long as he could. The hardback over seemed interesting enough out of all of them she searched through, and a good way to pass the time while they waited for Michonne and Carl to return.

It would also hopefully take her mind off of Daryl for a little bit. It was a long shot, but she couldn't stop worrying about him, and she practically begged for her brain to just take a second and calm the fuck down.

"Hey," Rick suddenly whispered again, snapping her out of her thoughts as she looked over to him, now facing her on his side.

"Yeah?"

"You never said...what happened to Daryl." he stated, curiosity getting the better of him.

Well, so much for trying to distract herself. Thanks Rick.

She sighed and closed her book quietly. The last thing that she wanted was to talk about the last moment she had with him, it was even painful to mention him at all. But Daryl was one of his best friends, and in her mind, she thought he deserved to know what happened.

"Okay, I'll tell you. But you have to tell me something too...deal?" she asked.

He nodded his head, causing her to take in a breath, "I found him when everything was falling apart, and he wasted no time telling me to take off and run. There were too many people, and he wanted me safe...but I didn't want to leave him. I argued at first but...there wasn't any time. So, I ran. And that was the last time I saw him."

By the time she was done speaking, the familiar memories clouding over her vision, her throat felt a little tight as she closed her eyes to prevent any tears that threatened to fall. Rick immediately rested his hand on top of hers, offering some type of comfort as she sighed to herself. He felt utterly terrible that they got separated because he knew just how much they needed each other, he almost regretted asking what happened in the first place seeing how much it hurt her to talk about.

"I'm sorry." he finally whispered.

She shook her head, "It's not your fault."

He wanted to argue and say that it was. That it was his fault The Govenor came back in the first place because he didn't go after him like he should've. But in the end, he kept his mouth shut. Because he knew Rose would just argue right back with him and say he wasn't to blame, and he knew he needed to accept that himself.

She then sat up straighter, "My turn."

"Go ahead." Rick nodded.

She sighed sadly as the words spilled out of her like vomit, "What happened to Judith?"

Rick had some type of feeling that's what she would ask him, noting that she had never brought it up ever since they first reunited. They both silently knew that it was a sensitive topic, but again, Rose had the right to know just as Rick did about Daryl.

He closed his eyes tightly as he swallowed, "When I found Carl after everyone was dead or just...gone...we looked for her and eventually found her car seat just in the middle of everything. We looked and she wasn't there...but there was...so much blood. And- and..." he trailed off, not even able to finish his sentence.

Rose squeezed his hand when she saw the tears in his eyes. She felt like she had been punched in the gut at hearing the dreaded things that a part of her didn't even want to know or acknowledge. Though she wanted to argue with herself, convince her mind that someone could've come and saved the sweet girl just in time, but the moment Rick mentioned the blood, she knew that was a lost cause.

A few tears began to fall from her eyes as well, and for a while no words were exchanged between the two. They just held each other's hands as they cried and mourned the baby that they both loved beyond what words could describe. Rose silently knew that this was harder for him to process than she could ever imagine, wanting to only be there for him as he went through this loss, right along with Carl too. The look on his face this morning broke her heart when he realized the slip up that flowed so easily out of his mouth.

She then quickly leaned over to hug him gently, feeling him breathe deeply at the comfort before returning the gesture. The man couldn't even describe how grateful he was that she was here with him and his son. He honestly didn't know what he would do if she wasn't. The warmth and reassurance she provided; he was thankful for all of it. In fact, he loved her for it.

"Thank you." he whispered against her shoulder, pulling away enough to be able to look her in the eye again.

"Of course." she nodded, "I'm...I'm so sorry."

He nodded back in appreciation, leaving her to quickly change the subject that left sadness in the air. "Why don't you get some sleep? I'll be here when you wake up."

"Alright." he agreed, turning to lay his head down against the pillow, to try and rest as much as he could for the amount of time they had left.

Once he shut his eyes, adjusting his position on his back, Rose slowly reached to grab the book and crack it back open again. Though as much as she tried to read the words on the pages, she was mostly just scanning along as none of the information really stuck with her. If you were to ask her what happened in the last few chapters, she wouldn't be able to tell you, as her mind was running elsewhere.

Rose didn't exactly know when she fell asleep, but it still happened at one point or another, the book now sprawled out across her chest. As her body continued to groggily wake from her sleeping state, she could've sworn she heard some voices from downstairs, though her mind wasn't processing the thought as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.

She sat up fully with a yawn, looking outside the window to her left to still see how bright it was outside, silently guessing that she had only slept for about an hour as it seemed like no time passed at all. Absentmindedly, she glanced around the room as she blinked a few times from the light that shined inside, before her body involuntarily froze.

The voices she once heard still echoed loudly from downstairs, deep and gravely as they laughed with one another about something she couldn't quite make out. At first she convinced herself that it was only what was left of a dream, brushing the thoughts off completely. But now that she heard them crystal clearly as she was wide awake, it was everything but a dream.

Without thinking twice, she whipped her head over towards Rick who was still snoozing softly, shaking him awake without saying a single word.

He groaned and opened his eyes, "Wha-"

She cut off his question, slapping a hand over his mouth with wide eyes so he wouldn't make a sound. He grew confused as she put a single finger up to her lips, waiting for the men to start talking again so he would hear them too.

As if on cue, the many people that filled the space just down in the living room began to laugh loudly to each other again, watching as Rick's eyes widened in the sudden realization. Rose quickly took her hand away from his face, moving as silently as she could over to grab her bag, her bow and arrows balancing beside it. Rick followed her lead only seconds later, lightly pushing her behind him so he could carefully look out the doorway.

But right as they were both out in the open, prominent in front of the threshold, they saw a lone man making his way slowly up the steps in front of them, his back facing the two as he lazily dragged his feet.

Rick didn't have to think twice before harshly grabbing Rose by the arm and guiding her back towards the bed, signaling to her to get under. She didn't question his actions as she went down first, before scooting over so Rick could fit as well right before the man could spot them. They were both breathing heavily in a state of shock and panic, as they heard the stranger start to walk over to one of the bedrooms down the hall, opening the door to peer inside. The two prayed that he wouldn't take a close enough look as he explored the upstairs, subtly flinching as he knocked the next door down loudly.

But his boots suddenly turned towards the room they were hiding in, seeing him slowly approach the already opened door as he carried a giant gun loosely at his side. The man slowly trailed in, seeming to stop right in front of the bed, his shoes so close to their faces that they were almost touching the tips of their noses. Rose slowly reached over without taking her eyes away from right in front of her, grasping Rick's hand tightly in her own.

It's funny, she thought, deja-vu again. The memory she had of the two of them when the group was back on the highway, having to hide under the small space of a car from the herd of the dead that were passing by impossibly slow. Only now, they were hiding from the living.

The anticipation was killing the both of them as he stood there silently, but then relief filled their bodies when he finally turned away and walked over to look in the closet close by. He took his sweet time peering through the clothes, clearly looking for something more as he seemed to huff under his breath in impatience. But only seconds passed before he walked back over past the bed, twiddling his thumbs until he stopped suddenly when the silent room wasn't so silent anymore.

A faint sound of ticking filled everyone's ears, the sound coming out so clearly with how quiet the men became momentarily from downstairs. Rose's eyes glanced over towards the sound, seeing a watch laying between her and Rick as she quickly took it in her hands and shut it off. But that didn't make the man move a single inch. Rick's hand began to shake anxiously in her own as she shut her eyes tightly in anticipation, waiting for him to finally look under the bed. Waiting for him to find them.

But he didn't. Instead, he fell forwards onto the bed with a loud thud and a groan left his lips at the softness it provided. Though the mattress came down harshly as he practically jumped onto it, hitting them both in the back from underneath, causing Rose to cover her mouth in slight shock. But they were still somehow safe for now, the stranger still having no idea they were right below him.

It felt like hours had passed as Rose rolled her eyes at the amount of time that ticked by. They had been under there for so long that the man above them had fallen asleep, now snoring loudly, which caused the fear to be replaced with annoyance rather quickly as she only wanted to escape.

She eventually snapped quietly to get Rick's attention. "What the hell do we do?" she whispered.

He held a finger up, telling her to wait as he attempted to slide out from under the bed. But right as he was about to get out to check the area, more heavy footsteps came up the steps at some kind of record speed. He quickly got back under the bed with a shake of his head, both of them holding their breath in anticipation once again.

The second man came waltzing up towards the doorway, knocking loudly on the frame to wake the other up, "Comfy?" he asked cockily.

A groan was heard from right above their heads, annoyance filling the other, "You're waking me up to see if I'm comfortable?"

"I want to lie down." said the other man as he took a few steps closer into the room.

"There are two other bedrooms up here to choose."

He tapped his dirty boots on the ground in clear impatience as he stopped, "Those are kid's beds...I want this one."

"It's claimed." the man growled.

"I didn't hear it...you gonna have to lay claim somewhere else."

Rose and Rick looked at each other in confusion on what the men meant by claimed, but before they could even process what was going on, the two bastards started fighting suddenly. They were grunting back and forth as they hit and kicked each other, one knocking the other so hard that he fell straight on the floor below them.

His face was now inches away from the two, the duo staring at him with widened eyes as he still somehow hadn't spotted them yet, his gaze solely focusing on the man above him as they continued to wrestle back and forth.

But it didn't last long before the man sensed something right next to him, looking over to see the two unfamiliar faces in shock. The other asshole's hands were around his throat as he began choking him, the man hitting him repeatedly to try and get his attention to tell him about the strangers, staring wide eyed as he watched them tilt their heads in unison. Rick looked at him coldly, while Rose just had a small smirk on her face, knowing that he wouldn't get the chance to tell the others about them as he slowly started to pass out.

"Len!" the man struggled as he continued to hit his arms, "Len, stop!" he begged, his voice growing weaker as he wheezed, his eyes eventually fluttering shut when there was no more air left in his lungs.

The second he lost consciousness, Len took his hands away with a scoff, "My bed now, jackoff." he spoke bitterly, hopping back on the bed once again with a loud thud. He groaned to himself as he adjusted to try and get comfortable, while the two that still laid underneath couldn't pull their eyes away from the burly man's body right in front of their faces.

Once again though, they were met with the loud, familiar snores from above as time passed, only this time, Rose wasn't waiting around long enough for another asshole to come skipping up the stairs. Much to Rick's protests, she slowly slid out from underneath the bed and stood to her full height. She was careful, not daring to make a single sound when waiting for Rick to follow her actions, which he reluctantly did seeing as she wasn't coming back.

The moment he successfully made it out, they heard another voice calling for the men upstairs, and Rose quickly grabbed Rick's arm to lead him out of the room in a flash.

They leaned up against the hallway wall, moving slowly into an empty room to their left as they continued to hear another voice echoing closer and closer up the stairs. The maneuvered around the bedroom, settling with hiding in the back corner the moment they heard the door squeak open again a few beats behind them, leaving the two still out of sight to whoever walked in to explore. Rose's ears perked up as she heard heavy footsteps coming their way, pulling out one of her knives to protect the two of them if he came any closer.

The man had a ball he kept bouncing on the ground as he slowly grew near, eventually coming to a stop right next to the wall they stayed hidden behind. Rose looked back at Rick and silently asked permission to kill the son of a bitch, but he just shook his head; wanting to get out as quietly as possible, without leaving any evidence behind if he could help it. She rolled her eyes, yet didn't make a move to do anything as the man slowly walked back out of the room after that, having not found a thing.

Rick waited a moment in the silence, before quickly moving over towards the windows as he tried to pry them open so they could slip out. Though they quickly realized they were locked, flinching slightly as all the men suddenly yelled from downstairs.

"Claimed!" they seemed to shout at the same time.

The two froze in place as Len shouted back at them from his tried state to keep it down, but they only yelled back, "There's a woman shackin up in here! Found some of her stuff!"

Rose felt her heart drop, shaking her head as she moved cautiously back out of the bedroom to find somewhere else to escape, briefly hearing how they weren't planning on going anywhere until this woman returned. Pigs.

She peeked out of the room to check their surroundings, catching a glimpse of two of them walking back down the stairs to join the others. Rick yanked her back quickly before they could spot her, waiting until their footsteps grew faint. The moment it grew quieter, he moved out first, scanning the rooms around them to try and pinpoint which one they could escape through. But they didn't have a lot of time to pick as more commotion grew, causing Rose to grab Rick by the back of his shirt and push him into the nearest room to make the decision for him.

Rick panted slightly as he shut the door in front of them quietly with a click, still managing to stay out of sight as they took a moment to breathe in the larger bathroom they hid in. Though the moment of relaxation didn't last for very long.

All the hairs on the back of Rose's neck began to stand, feeling the familiar itch of being watched as she slowly turned her head over her shoulder to see a man standing inches behind them with wide eyes. Fuck.

It didn't take long for him to charge at the two of them, but Rose quickly maneuvered around him to dodge his flailing arms, grabbing a nearby hairdryer off the counter as she noticed the thick cord. Rick quickly punched him which sent him flying back into her, and she didn't hesitate to wrap the thick wire around his throat, using all the strength she had to choke him.

He gagged desperately as the air left his lungs, reeling forward and attempting to reach towards the scissors that were sitting on the counter as his face got redder by the second. Rick's eyes moved to the object, picking it up quickly before the man's fingertips could even brush against it, twirling it once in his hand before stabbing him in the head.

Rose collapsed onto the ground with the dead man now limp beside her, breathing a sigh of relief as she began to gain her composure.

Rick grunted as he rushed forward to move the man away from her, offering his hand to help her stand to her feet, "Are you okay?" he asked in a hushed tone.

She nodded, "Yeah...are you?"

He blinked in bewilderment, "You just fought with a grown man, and you're asking if I'm okay?" he asked with a chuckle.

She stood there for a second, "Yeah?" she said not so confidently.

He shook his head in disbelief before giving her arm a small squeeze to ensure he was fine, wordlessly grabbing the man's gun from off the ground before turning toward the small window. This one opened for them, being able to nearly taste the freedom on their tongues as Rick gestured for her to get out first, "Such a gentleman." she muttered as she walked past him to step out onto the roof.

She could hear him laughing lightly from behind her at her comment, waiting there for him for a moment as she scanned around the exterior, making sure there was no one else around. Rick was out the window only a few seconds later, strapping the new gun over his shoulder as he now wore the dead man's jacket.

She eyed him with a raised brow, to which he caught on quickly and shrugged, "What?"

She scoffed as she gestured to the man inside, "Now he's gonna be cold."

He narrowed his eyes at her questioningly, "Do you always make jokes when you're uncomfortable?"

She immediately nodded, "Oh yeah." she confirmed, causing him to nod in understanding.

Rick was the first to look over the edge at how high they would have to fall, but to him it didn't look too bad. He lowered himself slowly with shaking arms before letting go of the edge to drop toward the ground, looking back up at Rose expecting her to follow. She immediately lowered herself just like he did moments ago and landed on her feet roughly right next to him, crouching down low so they wouldn't be seen through the many windows.

Once they waited a few seconds to catch their breath, they began to make their way down the steps of the back deck and crept towards the front of the house, to hopefully catch up with Carl and Michonne. But the moment they thought they were finally home free, the front door creaked opened, stilling their movements.

The duo quickly crouched down again out of sight against the house, both of their weapons clutched tightly in their grasp, listening to that goddamn ball bounce repeatedly again. The man sighed to himself as he walked around the wooden porch, silently thinking as he mindlessly created the most annoying sound known to man.

Rose felt her eye start to twitch as the ball just kept thudding against the ground over and over again. You would think he would get tired of it, but the seconds turned into minutes as he stood tall out there, and he didn't seem to want to take his happy ass inside. She contemplated shooting an arrow through his head right then and there, but Rick's movements distracted her.

He began to look up to see where the man was now, but she yanked him back down quickly so he wouldn't be seen. It was only then that the man stepped closer towards the edge than he had before, spitting on the ground just inches away from the two of them unknowingly.

Rose visibly cringed as she rolled her eyes, though her whole body suddenly tensed when she spotted Michonne and Carl walking back towards the house from just a few yards away. She silently grasped Rick's arm to get his attention, gesturing in their direction, watching his body stiffen as his eyes landed on the sight.

He looked back at her, wheels turning in his head before he gave a subtle nod, signaling for them to take out the stranger above them silently. She nodded instantly in agreement as if she had read his mind, gripping her weapon tighter as she waited for his signal.

He began to count down silently on his hand, barely making it to one, before a sudden commotion was heard from just inside the house. The two froze, hearing the man sigh heavily to himself as he yelled to his group through the windows, his pace picking up to head back inside with a slam of the front door to see what was going on.

But that was the only opportunity they needed for them to take off in a sprint down the street and towards the others, stopping them before they could reach the house again. The moment they locked eyes, Rick aggressively waved them on to move with his hand as they continued to run, the two following their actions quickly without questioning a thing.

Rose and Rick eventually explained everything to the other two once they were far away from the house, a safe distance away to slow down their pace. They had stumbled across some train tracks as they made their great escape, now not even knowing where to start looking from here as they practically had to run for their lives. For all any of them knew, they could've easily backtracked miles in the opposite direction of where Daryl could be. Or anyone from the group for that matter.

Rose went to open her mouth after minutes of dead silence, wanting to know where they would go from here, but a train car with a small map taped on it stopped her from uttering a word. They all slowed as they scanned the small piece of paper, reading that it was a trail that led to a community called, "Terminus."

It could be bullshit. But it also could be a chance.

Rose was skeptical as she scanned the map over and over again, keeping in mind that maybe other people from their now broken group could've seen the exact same thing. It could be a hotspot for where they could meet back up again, reunite after being apart for too long.

Though her heart was still set on looking for Daryl, wanting to stop at nothing until she found him again, there was a small chance he could've saw the same thing. Maybe he was making his way towards the community right then with the same intentions as theirs. To find each other.

"What do you think?" Michonne finally asked, turning towards Rose to see what she wanted to do.

"Daryl could've seen this. He could be there."

"But what if he isn't?" Rick asked hesitantly.

She paused momentarily, "Then...I'll leave a note." she said surely, "I don't want us running around in circles chasing each other. I might just have to let him find me." she spoke sadly, not wanting to give up on tracking him down, but not wanting to waste the opportunity to find everyone else.

They all nodded in silent agreement, watching as Rose took out a can of spray paint she still had in her backpack from the prison to write sloppily on the train car. After she was satisfied with her message, their little group followed the tracks that would hopefully lead them to a new beginning.

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